Silent lace

(I)

Just as I crossed a mountain ridge and looked down the steps, I saw her.

An indescribable feeling. In the endless, verdant mountains, a stream flowed gently, and in its water swayed a slender, pale yellow figure. The post-rain mist still lingered, lightly enveloping the entire area.

To be honest, I didn't want to come here. If I hadn't been unable to find a job after graduation, if my uncle's friend hadn't been too sick to attend classes, if my uncle weren't the type to glare and slap someone after every few words, who would want to come to this small mountain village without even electricity? Yet, just now, I suddenly had a strange feeling, a secret joy gently nibbling at my heart.

I had already descended the steps and was walking towards the stone bridge over the stream. The entire village was silent, save for the clear stream before me and a young girl washing clothes. I walked softly, as if afraid of disturbing something. But she seemed to notice, turning back to look. I saw a clear face and a pair of clear eyes. I was suddenly overwhelmed by that pure beauty, my breath caught in my throat, and I managed to ask with difficulty, "Excuse me, where is the primary school?" She didn't answer, looking somewhat flustered.

Just then, I heard my uncle's gruff voice: "We're here?!" I jumped in surprise, seeing my uncle coming from the village entrance, and hurried to meet him. A child stood at the village entrance, turned, and ran away. I was a little surprised, but soon I saw several other children appear, curiously looking at me, which made me chuckle.

The school was in a mud house behind the village, near a bamboo grove. The words "Floral Edge Primary School" were scrawled crookedly in lime on the mud wall, presumably the work of the sick teacher. My uncle settled me in and was about to go back. Before leaving, he gave me many instructions, which I nodded repeatedly. To be honest, I was a little afraid of him.

Now I could finally lie on the bed and quietly admire my new home. It was a mud house, freshly washed, and quite cool. The room wasn't big, but with only a bed, a table, and a chair, it felt somewhat spacious. There was a small patch of empty space beside the bed, enough for me to do push-ups. Finally, I noticed an oil lamp on the corner of the table, which immediately made me feel a sense of destitution. So I got up and copied down a passage from "The Humble Abode," then pasted it on the wall. After reciting it twice, I felt quite pleased with myself. Just then, I suddenly felt someone watching me. I looked out the window and saw a figure flash by in the house ahead. I was certain it was the girl from the stream. Could that be her house?

It got dark quickly, and I was wondering how my classmates were doing. Several children shoved and jostled their way to the door, but didn't speak.

"Teacher," one of the children finally called out, "Come to my house for dinner!"

The others laughed and immediately started chattering, "Come to my house! Come to my house!" I was a little bewildered.

The first one to speak said, "I saw the teacher first, come to my house."

A thin, delicate boy said, "No! My sister saw her first."

"Your sister isn't a student, she's never been to school, and she's mute."

"Your brother is mute too!" The boy's face turned red.

A girl as clear as a stream flashed through my mind, her clear, limpid eyes that seemed to speak volumes. She was mute? I suddenly became anxious: "Stop arguing!" My heart was instantly filled with an indescribable sorrow.

That night, I ate at Sister Bihua's house. I barely spoke a few words all night; to others, I seemed like an honest, shy child. Sister Bihua treated me like a pitiful little brother, warm and kind. Back at my lodgings, I went straight to sleep, my mind still filled with the image of the girl by the stream who could never speak.

The lace-covered path unfolded before me like a silent scroll. I loved the coolness here, the bamboo grove behind the school, and the crystal-clear stream. I often went to the stream, perhaps hoping to bump into her, that silent girl. Her gaze always seemed to hold a mixture of curiosity and fear, which, combined with her facial expressions, evoked both pity and affection. She always walked quietly, her eyes never daring to linger. If she happened to see someone watching her, she would be startled and quickly look away. During that time, I was as if bewitched; a day without seeing her left me feeling empty and listless. Later, I learned from Sister-in-law Bihua that her name was Qixiu. There

were only about thirty households in the lace-covered area, with fewer than twenty children attending school in the village. The school had a total of about thirty students and only one teacher, who was now me. The teachers took turns eating at the homes of families with children attending school. I usually got up late in the morning, so I skipped breakfast.

That morning after school, Qixiu's younger brother squeezed up to me, his face flushed and a little out of breath, and said, "Teacher, come to my house for lunch today."

My heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Finally, it's her turn." A little nervous, I hurriedly replied, "Okay." Qixiu's brother was very shy; after saying that, he turned and ran away.

I was filled with anxiety, unsure whether to go to her house now or wait, so I took the opportunity to wash my hair first. Luckily, Qixiu's brother came running back to call me, and I followed him to her house. Once inside, I didn't see Qixiu, and she didn't appear even after we sat down to eat. Qixiu's parents were kind and gentle, though they didn't talk much, they frequently served me food. I kept saying, "Okay, okay, that's enough," and finished my meal with a question in my mind.

I thought to myself, Qixiu wouldn't deliberately avoid me; aside from glancing at her from afar, I hadn't had any contact with her, so there was no need. But she definitely wasn't home; I wondered what had happened.

When I arrived at her house that evening, it was already dark. Two oil lamps were lit in the kitchen, their flames illuminating one wall. The smoke and aroma of cooking filled the room, just like when the power went out occasionally.

Only Qixiu's mother and younger brother were inside. My heart, which had been pounding in my chest when I entered, immediately relaxed, yet a strange sense of loss lingered. Qixiu's younger brother saw me first and called out, "Teacher!" I smiled and nodded. Qixiu's mother quickly offered me a seat, but I went to the stove and sat down, helping to add fuel to the fire. I asked Qixiu's brother about his studies and replied to a few of Qixiu's mother's questions. A moment of silence followed, the firelight flickering, but there was still no sound from Qixiu.

"Qixiu is taking a bath. Today, she went to the mountain with some girls to pick wild rice flowers and just got back," Qixiu's mother said suddenly, wiping the pot with a cloth. I was startled, as if a thief had been caught red-handed.

After a long while, a figure moved in the doorway leading to the inner room, and Qixiu finally appeared. Seeing her like she was about to come in, yet also seemed about to retreat, my heart clenched with anticipation. After her bath, her hair was still wet, exuding a clear, fragrant scent. Her gaze met mine, and surprisingly, for the first time ever, she nodded. This was the first time she had clearly greeted me since I arrived in their village, which I found hard to believe.

The fire in the house suddenly blazed up, making it uncomfortably hot. The atmosphere was strange; we were like two wary rivals, carefully avoiding contact, not even daring to look at each other, yet all my sensitive nerves couldn't help but gravitate towards the dim light around her.

At this time, only Qi Xiu's younger brother was truly active, asking all sorts of questions and constantly darting around the room. I would grab him, but he would break free again. It was hard to believe he was such a mischievous child in his own home. Qi Xiu and I would use this opportunity to watch him, our eyes meeting only briefly before quickly looking away.

"Qixiu! Add some firewood!" Qixiu's mother called out as I was lost in thought, gesturing with her hand.

This startled both of them. I hurriedly added firewood to the stove. Qixiu's face flushed red. After a moment's hesitation, she moved closer to my side, bending down to gather firewood. My blood boiled, and I said hoarsely, "I'll do it." Qixiu, however, picked up firewood and stuffed it into the stove. Her cheeks, illuminated by the firelight, were so tender and red they seemed to drip with moisture. Her chest heaved dramatically, and her fragrant breath made it hard for me to breathe. I almost groaned.

This time, Qixiu didn't go far. She stood gracefully by the stove, cheeks puffed out, staring intently at the pot, as if there was something inexhaustible inside. Her focused expression was somewhat amusing, yet so fresh and moving, so unbelievable, leaving me heartbroken.

There was a dish of rice flowers that evening, picked by Qixiu that day. They were smooth, delicious, and very tasty. Qixiu's younger brother seemed quite proud and boastful, saying that the teacher ate at his house today, and his sister had specially dragged her friends to pick them. Qixiu tapped his head with her chopsticks, and the little guy tilted his head, looking at her innocently yet indignantly. Qixiu glanced at me, then quickly lowered her head and shoveled rice into her mouth. I was overjoyed, my trembling hands picking up rice flowers, one bite after another, savoring each of Qixiu's pickings, a feeling of immense satisfaction welling up in my throat until I finished eating.

Now, thinking back, the reason I dared to be so bold and crazy towards Qixiu was probably because of the vague hints and information I received back then.

After dinner, Qixiu's younger brother insisted I see something. Qixiu cautiously followed him in. Her brother opened a drawer in the inner room, and Qixiu snatched it like a startled deer. Her brother, quick as a flash, held up a white object to me. Before Qixiu could grab it, the white object was already in my hands. I looked and saw it was a silk headscarf with beautiful lace trim, embroidered with flowers and plants.

This village was famous for its hand-woven lace; the villagers rarely went out, and outsiders would come to the village to buy and carry the lace. My uncle was one of them. Perhaps due to its isolation, there were rules regarding lace: women who made lace only married men who made lace. Intermarriage among villagers inevitably led to confusion about bloodlines over time, and children born were often mute, destined to remain silent for life. As

the girls who made lace grew up, besides making various decorative laces to sell, they often kept some of their best works to take with them when they got married. They would also often take them out to compare and admire with their friends. When

Qixiu saw the silk scarf in my hand, she became flustered, unsure what to do, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me. I playfully threw the scarf over her head, and she quickly pulled it off, her face turning bright red. Qixiu's younger brother giggled. I reached out to snatch it again, but she hid the scarf behind her back. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, so close it was almost like I was hugging her. Startled and embarrassed, she fell onto the bed, her eyes wide with shock as she looked at me, her breasts heaving wildly

, a breathtaking sight. Heaven knows how much I wanted to throw myself on top of her then! A bitter taste rose in my mouth, but I didn't dare to do anything rash. That night, back at my lodgings, the excitement and frenzy of the night lingered. In my half-awake state, I kept replaying the image of her lying there, like a helpless fawn, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. Countless times I imagined myself pouncing on her, that intoxicating madness that made me want to scream.

The next time I saw Qixiu, she still hid as before, leaving me nowhere to touch her. Fortunately, Qixiu's younger brother liked me quite a bit, so I used that as an excuse to visit her house often.

One evening, I was tutoring Qixiu's younger brother with his homework, and Qixiu was watching. The three of us sat on the edge of the bed, her brother leaning against the table, me in the middle, and her on the outside, her expressive eyes fixed on us.

In a fleeting glance, I saw she was wearing a pale yellow dress, which looked exceptionally soft and alluring under the lamplight, making her skin appear even whiter and more delicate. She sat sideways, her thin trousers taut over her thighs, revealing her full femininity, right beside my left. My heart pounded, and my mouth went dry. All my senses were focused on that hand, my fingers and back of my hand incredibly sensitive, receiving the slight warmth emanating from her thighs.

While talking to my younger brother Qixiu, I casually raised my left hand, and when I lowered it, it was already against her thigh. In an instant, I felt a rich, alluring sensation there. It trembled slightly but didn't move away. My heart raced, and my left hand's fingers lightly traced her thigh, my eyes never daring to look back. I didn't know her reaction.

After a while, her thigh tried to pull away, but I seemed to have a reason, and my left hand suddenly touched her thigh, real and full, that full, writhing sensation coming from my hand, intoxicating. She reached out to push me away, but I stubbornly stayed put. While talking to Qixiu's younger brother, I silently wrestled with her, my hand becoming increasingly audacious.

My hand then moved towards the inside of Qixiu's thigh; she tried to grab it, but I immediately grabbed it back. Qixiu struggled a few times to no avail, and her hand obediently remained in my palm. This continued for a while, and I was overjoyed. I peeked back and saw Qixiu biting her lower lip, her face flushed, her eyes fixed on me, a mixture of anger and shyness indescribable. If her brother hadn't been there, I definitely wouldn't have been able to resist rushing over and kissing her passionately.

Heaven knows, that night, I held Qixiu's hand and tutored her brother until he finished his homework.

After that incident, whenever I encountered Qixiu in a secluded place, I dared to hug her, but Qixiu was very clever and I never managed to catch her. I was itching with desire, like a restless male dog in heat, my breath hot and rumbling.

Then I ran into Sister-in-law Bihua. Sister-in-law Bihua's personality was rare in Huabian Village; she was fiery, efficient, and energetic. In this quiet village, it seemed as if only her voice could be heard. She was always on the move, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west. Sister-in-law Bihua treated me very well, like a younger brother. Sometimes, when she felt sorry for me, she would dare to touch my cheek. The jars of pickled peppers on my windowsill were made by her; she knew I liked spicy food. Sister-in-law Bihua often came to my room to tidy up, and as she did so, she would feel sorry for me, saying that I was so young and honest, and didn't understand anything. She wondered how I would manage on my own outside.

Sister-in-law Bihua was of average appearance, with only minor beauty, but she had a very good figure—a slender waist and full hips—and her swaying gait was quite attractive. When she straightened my collar, I couldn't help but hold her hand. Sister-in-law Bihua didn't get angry; she just patted my cheek, still like an older sister. So I stopped calling her sister-in-law and started calling her "sister."

That night, I was lying in bed reading when Sister Bihua brought some pickled radish to visit me. She came in, said a few words, and then offered to help me swat away the mosquitoes. She lowered the mosquito net, took a fan, and a cool breeze swept over me, feeling both comfortable and pleasant. Glancing inside, I noticed Sister Bihua's chest trembling, as if something alive was hiding inside, but I didn't think much of it at the time.

Then, unable to reach a corner inside, Sister Bihua knelt on the bed, pressing down on my feet, causing a sharp pain, but it felt strangely comfortable. Sister Bihua then braced herself on my legs, leaning forward to swat away the mosquitoes. Suddenly, something towered up before me like a mountain, enormous and perfectly round, so bright it was hard to see clearly. It took my eyes a while to adjust, and I realized it was Sister Bihua's large, pert buttocks, right in front of me, swaying constantly.

This was simply unbearable. I blew out the lamp, plunging everything into darkness. Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in surprise. I pounced on her, wrapping my arms tightly around her buttocks. Sister-in-law Bihua tried to move, but we were too close together inside the tent to break free. I leaned over her back, trembling, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Sister." Sister-in-law Bihua didn't respond, her breathing heavy.

I groped in the darkness, a wave of guilt washing over me. For a moment, all I could hear were the heavy breathing of two people inside the tent. Suddenly, Sister-in-law Bihua struggled, pushing my hands away. But I stubbornly persisted, like a willful younger brother. Sister-in-law Bihua screamed and threw me aside. My eyes burned with desire, and I pounced on her again. We wrestled fiercely inside the tent, our breaths heavy. My erection swelled, pressing hard against her. Like an unreasonable child, I disregarded Sister-in-law Bihua's kindness and feelings, and slipped my hand inside her clothes.

Tears streamed down Bihua's face, and when I kissed her, everything was wet. I kissed her passionately, my breath wet with the tears. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear Bihua say, "You ghost!" before she started sobbing, her struggles lessening. But when my hand reached inside her pants, she put up a final, fierce resistance, twisting violently. My hand clung tightly to her waist and hips, like a small boat in a storm, unable to break free. Finally, it squeezed into her pants, my hands groping her flesh. Bihua sighed, giving up the struggle, and my hand rolled into a patch of rough waterweed. I called out

tremblingly, "Sister." Bihua slapped me hard, paused, then suddenly pounced on me, kissing my face wildly, biting me hard. I felt her face burning with heat and saliva; she was even more frenzied than I was. Her mouth was so big; when I kissed her, I encountered a mouthful of gaping teeth, a stimulation I couldn't bear.

I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them hard. Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in pain, "Damn it!" She tore at my body with both hands and grabbed my crotch through my pants. I stood up with a "whoosh" and tried to pull off her pants, but she kicked me away and then slid them off herself.

I pounced on her, kissing and licking wildly between her legs, not knowing where I was. It was a wet, slippery mess down there. This was the first time in my life I'd unconsciously licked a woman's genitals so wildly. My hair was being pulled painfully by Sister-in-law Bihua, and I couldn't get up.

Sister-in-law Bihua writhed all over, like a fish on a hot plate, uttering sounds that were both screams and curses. I lifted her lower body, not knowing what I was going to do; I couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Then Sister-in-law Bihua pulled at my pants. I immediately pulled them off, and she grabbed my penis, pulling it forward. I didn't know what she was going to do, so I knelt down beside her, pressing my hard penis against her nose. Sister-in-law Bihua opened her mouth to bite. I was startled and quickly protected my penis, but she pulled it painfully, causing me to fall back. My penis was sucked into her mouth, like an ice pop being sucked, almost melting inside her.

I didn't want to ejaculate in her mouth because I wanted to penetrate her vagina, so I quickly pulled out; my penis was on the verge of collapse. It hung in the air, trembling, thankfully I didn't ejaculate.

My lower body finally entered Sister-in-law Bihua's body as I wished, and I moved around freely inside her. Finally, as if I had completed a sinful act, I lay heavily beside Sister-in-law Bihua. The honest face of Sister-in-law Bihua's husband flashed into my mind, and it felt a little unreal. I dared not think of Qixiu anymore, nor dared to look at Sister-in-law Bihua's face.

Sister-in-law Bihua was more tolerant than I had imagined. She touched my face with her hand, sighed, got up, put on her clothes, her hair disheveled, glanced at me, and silently left.

Once this kind of thing started, it was hard to stop. Afterwards, I did it with Sister-in-law Bihua several more times. Each time, we didn't say much, just silently and fiercely made love, and afterwards, I couldn't help but feel disgusted and guilty.

Somehow, Qixiu found out about this.

(II)

Qi Xiu started avoiding me. I never knew that when someone deliberately avoids you, even in the same small village, it's like they've disappeared. And I, because of what I did wrong, no longer had the same self-righteousness as when I went to see her before; I became self-destructive. However, there was an even more important reason—oh God, I was deeply immersed in a frenzy of lust, unable to extricate myself.

A person experiencing sex for the first time has particularly weak self-control. For many days in a row, my lower body felt strange, especially sensitive. Coupled with the replaying of the moment when I entered her vagina in my mind, I would get an erection easily. I spent all day thinking about experiencing that feeling again with Sister Bi Hua. I was absent-minded in everything I did, just hoping for that moment—in a deserted corner of the village, in a densely hidden bamboo forest, in a shared outhouse, in the dark of night, when—when I caught Sister Bi Hua.

At first, Sister-in-law Bihua was unwilling, but after several encounters, I realized she couldn't resist my temptation. She was infatuated with my handsome face, my slender and smooth body, and even my long, thin, and seemingly scholarly penis covered by a foreskin. The moment my soft hand touched her, her body would go limp, offering no resistance. Our previous sibling-like relationship, with its age gap, created a suffocating incestuous feeling when we were together—more than just a simple affair, it possessed a forbidden frenzy and pleasure.

After several sexual encounters with Sister-in-law Bihua, I gradually learned to control myself, and the duration increased. Several times, I brought her to the peak of pleasure, leaving her limp and weak.

But this sense of accomplishment was fragile, requiring repeated success to prove and solidify it, so I sank deeper and deeper into the abyss.

The girlish innocence I once admired lost much of its luster in my eyes. On the contrary, Sister Bihua became indescribably alluring. Sometimes, just seeing her figure from afar and hearing her crisp voice would make my heart itch uncontrollably, and I would often get an erection.

It was a busy time in the countryside, with people weeding and fertilizing. Most of the villagers went to the fields, and many students often took leave to go home and help with the work. On rest days, the whole village was deserted, not a soul in sight. I would walk along the ridges of the fields, where the farm women would stick their buttocks out high, sometimes revealing their snow-white waists, and half of their upper bodies. If I was lucky, I could even see a white mound of breasts under their loose clothes. When

I offered to help them, they would laugh at me, saying, "Okay, come down to the fields!" But when I took off my shoes and rolled up my trousers, they wouldn't let me. So I moved back and forth in the fields like an inspector.

In the fields, Sister Bihua was very lively, often making jokes and playfully teasing the men who helped, her manner quite provocative. Upon seeing me, she restrained herself slightly, but didn't shy away, loudly proclaiming, "Oh, the scholar teacher is here!" Her eyes darted over, making it difficult to look directly at her. She always seemed perfectly normal in front of others, but I couldn't. Whenever someone was around, I would become more docile than anyone else.

Every time I saw Bihua's husband's simple, honest face, I would have many strange associations, feeling very unnatural. Fortunately, her husband was always afraid of intellectuals and didn't dare to talk to me much. And me? What kind of intellectual was I?

I often squatted on the edge of the field, watching them work. The sunlight shone on Bihua's body, giving her a fiery, sexy look—a defined waist, breasts, and buttocks, even more alluring when she moved. I would imagine myself entangled with her right in front of her husband, and my erection would eventually lead to some fluid, swelling so much that I would have to limp when I got home.

I finally managed to catch Sister Bihua getting close to me, but often I only had time to grab a handful of her breasts or touch her buttocks before I'd angrily whisper in her ear, "Come find me today!" Only after saying that would I go back. How shameless and unrestrained I was back then! Sister Bihua seemed not to hear me at all, but she would often find time to come to my place, and after a few tens of minutes or an hour of revelry, she'd hurriedly leave. Perhaps it was during one of those times that Qixiu saw me, but I didn't care, deeply immersed in a world of lust, frantically demanding more.

One night, I don't know what time it was, I was tired from reading, so I lay on the bed fully clothed with the light on. When I woke up, Sister Bihua was by the window, her back to me, taking things out of a plastic bag one by one and placing them on the table. Her clothes sank in at the waist, wrinkling and revealing a round, large buttock. I had taken a nap, and full of energy, my already semi-erect penis immediately became erect. I called out, "Sister Bihua!" After this relationship, I hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to call her.

She heard my voice but didn't answer, her movements noticeably slower. Finally, she finished, standing there seemingly unsure what to do next.

I tugged at her drooping fingers. She sat back on the edge of my bed, still with her back to me.

I nudged her shoulder, and she slid effortlessly onto the bed. I leaned closer, my warm breath on her face, and said, "Touch me." After a moment, a hand slowly slipped inside my clothes and began to touch me. She started panting, her hand roaming freely, finally reaching my crotch and stroking me.

Her hands were skilled, often reminding me of her deftness when she was working. I wondered if she touched her husband like this? When her hand cupped my groin, she would envelop my testicles in her palm, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure, often making me groan with pleasure.

Her fingers lightly tugged at my pubic hair, again and again, causing blood to rush upwards, and soon my penis was swollen and hard. I couldn't resist any longer. I rolled over her, and without a word, pulled down her pants and thrust inside. It was a little tight inside, and it stung and burned as I entered, but it felt even more intense than when she was wet.

Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in pain, yet she was incredibly excited. She gritted her teeth, her face contorted with effort, her fingers gripping my arm, her nails digging deep into my flesh. She made soft moaning sounds, like she was using the toilet.

I continued to thrust hard, panting heavily. Gradually, she became wetter inside, and the movements became smoother. However, it lacked the solid feeling I'd had before. I guessed her husband's penis was very thick, making her vagina very wide, but not as long as mine. As I thrust deeper, reaching the very depths of her body, Sister-in-law Bihua couldn't help but wrap her legs around me, crying out, "You're so different from him! You're so different from him!"

I thrust nearly a hundred times, until I was utterly exhausted. I lay down, panting. Sister Bihua climbed on top of me and took my penis inside her, her body heaving. She hadn't taken off her top; her large breasts, hidden beneath the thin fabric, stood high and firm, bobbing up and down. I reached out and grabbed her nipple, pulling hard. Sister Bihua cried out, bowing her head, a few strands of hair falling down. She braced herself against my legs, but her lower body wouldn't stop. With each thrust, she moved with even more force than before.

I was beyond ecstatic. I wrapped my arms around her waist, wanting to press her close. I pulled her body forward, my penis springing out of her vagina and pressing against her anus. She shuddered, forgetting all else, and sat down. My thick, hard, and hot penis, so long and erect, pressed against her crotch, painful yet hard. Blood surged within me, and I felt a raging ecstasy, a different kind of deadly pleasure than inside her.

At this point, Sister Bihua was completely out of control. Her buttocks writhed and swayed, sometimes her penis pressed against her anus, sometimes it slid deep into her vagina, hard and forceful. Sister Bihua couldn't help but let out a series of "uh-uh" sounds, her face contorted in agony.

Finally, the penis couldn't withstand the stimulation and ejaculated violently. Sister Bihua moved a few times, perhaps sensing it, and stopped, sitting still. Her hair fell loose, obscuring most of her face. After a while, that clump of dark hair suddenly rustled, and I heard her crying.

She lay on top of me, crying and slapping my face and body. The harder she cried, the harder she hit. I lay there quietly, letting Sister Bihua vent her frustration, thinking sadly to myself, "I've ruined Sister Bihua. I've made her unable to stop. Sister Bihua is like a drug addict now, even more insane than me!"

After a while, she calmed down, remaining silent. She half-stood up, reached for some tissues to wipe herself, her legs wide open, her vulva directly facing my face. Her labia were spread wide, revealing the opening between her labia, and a ring of dark hair around her labia, some of it sticking together and dripping wet—a truly lewd sight.

I couldn't resist reaching out to grab her long, frizzy pubic hair, pulling hard. She cried out in pain, her naked hips pressing against my bare stomach, so tightly that there wasn't a single gap. I felt her wet, sticky, and hot flesh against my skin, the pubic hair tickling and pricking me. This close contact of flesh against flesh drove me wild.

Sister Bihua's eyes were closed, her mouth half-open, her brows furrowed, as if she couldn't bear the feeling of her naked hips pressed against my stomach. She lifted her buttocks slightly, then couldn't resist sitting down again, groaning, wriggling and squeezing, completely disregarding shame, and began to frantically rub against my stomach. At this moment, Sister Bihua was as wanton as could be; this was no longer the Sister Bihua I knew!

I slapped her large buttocks and thighs hard, the sound loud and crisp, and then I probed around her anus. She went mad, also thrusting hard against me, both of us screaming in pain, but refusing to stop, and the movements becoming increasingly violent.

Suddenly, Sister Bihua raised her buttocks high and straddled my face, her juices flowing freely, soaking my face. I tried to struggle, but her hips held me captive. She cried out, her body trembling, fluids continuously flowing out, my head pressed down by her, forcing me to swallow a lot of something that was either urine or water. Sister Bihua let out a final, dying cry and slumped to the side. Her large, white buttocks were right next to my head, her pubic area exposed, less than a foot from my eyes, clearly and blatantly exposed.

I lifted one of her thighs, pressed my face against her groin, and placed my mouth near her vulva, lying motionless and still. We remained like that for a long time. I was immersed in a feeling of self-abandonment and depravity, thinking of nothing but the naked body of Sister Bihua. We were like two worms abandoned in a corner by worldly ethics, our only purpose being to keep having sex and releasing our pent-up desires.

Sister Bihua lay face down on the bed, silent for a long time. Unlike before, I didn't rush to leave after we were done. Afraid she had fallen asleep, I nudged her and called, "Sister Bihua!" Her head moved slightly, and she glanced at me through her half-hidden eyes, but didn't move. I leaned over her back and whispered, "Sister, it's time to go." She didn't answer. Her vulva was pressed against my semi-erect penis, sticky and cold, a strange sensation. I couldn't help but gradually become hard, and I kissed her behind her ear.

Sister Bihua turned her head, tilted it, and met my lips with hers. They were cool, and we touched lightly. I shifted my hips, and my penis entered her, moving slowly in and out.

After a while, Sister Bihua's hips rose higher, and she flipped me over. She tore open my clothes and kissed me wildly all over, finally taking my penis into her mouth, swallowing and releasing endlessly. I flipped her over again and started thrusting, over and over, the two of us rolling around on the bed until we were exhausted.

After Sister Bihua left, I took a basin of water, washed myself, and went outside. The wind outside felt cool. It was quiet all around. Across an open space, diagonally opposite was Qixiu's house. In front of her house was her clothesline, with several pieces of clothing hanging on a long bamboo pole.

I walked over and suddenly saw a light on in her window through the gaps in the clothes. The profile of a young girl's head was quietly reflected in the light—it was Qixiu. She was doing something, and the shadow didn't move for a long time. I stared blankly at the shadow, a cool breeze blowing, and an indescribable sadness and loss welled up inside me.

Suddenly, the window was pushed open, something was thrown out, and then it closed again. I quietly went to the window, picked it up, and went back inside. It was a piece of paper with nothing on it except some scribbles like a primary school student. But I looked at it repeatedly and then put it away before going to sleep.

The next day, I had no classes, and I was in bed. I woke up early but stayed in bed too long to get up. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. I was startled and asked suspiciously, "Who is it?" The day before, I had already told the family who was providing meals that I wouldn't be eating breakfast.

A male voice outside said, "You lazybones, get up!"

I opened the door and was punched in the chest. In my daze, I saw the face of my high school classmate, Liu Gui, who was smiling smugly.

I snapped out of my daze and yelled, "You scared me! What are you doing here?"

Liu Gui grinned and squeezed into the room. I quickly glanced at the bed; there was nothing to hide.

Liu Gui called out to the outside, "Come in!" A girl in a light red top appeared at the doorway, her face fair and bright. She smiled shyly at me. I recognized her as Yueqiu, a girl from the village. Her family didn't have any children in elementary school, so we weren't very familiar.

Liu Gui introduced her, "Yueqiu, um—my—boyfriend!" He chuckled as he spoke. Yueqiu looked at me shyly, "Teacher Li—!"

I quickly said, "Come in, um—sit on the bed!" I had heard that Yueqiu had gotten engaged a few months ago, but I never expected her fiancé to be my high school classmate, Liu Gui!

(III)

After not seeing him for several years, Liu Gui had become much more experienced and capable. His short beard made me feel a bit distant and unfamiliar. Yet, he remained as enthusiastic as ever, which made me quite uncomfortable. We talked for a while, but it always felt like we weren't quite on the same page. Liu Gui suddenly asked, "Is there a toilet around here?"

So I led him to the corner behind the school, where a strong smell of urine permeated the air. A row of chamber pots lined the wall; the boys usually urinated there. The girls and boys had to relieve themselves in the nearby pigsty.

Liu Gui unzipped his pants, pulled out a dark object, and a strong stream of urine shot out. I couldn't help but glance at it. His thing was short and dark, the glans exposed, and thick, dark pubic hair almost completely obscured the penis. Back in school, I always thought his thing was very thick and large, but now it seemed nothing special.

Liu Gui noticed me looking at him and sized me up too, chuckling, "Wow, not small!" Then he asked, "Have you ever had sex?" In our area, we call sex "slapping the pussy."

I chuckled and proudly said, "Of course!" At that moment, I felt very grateful to Sister-in-law Bihua for giving me the experience of being a man.

I asked, "And you?"

Liu Gui replied, "Need I say more?!"

The two of us looked at each other and burst into laughter, and the initial awkwardness between us lessened considerably.

Liu Gui nudged my shoulder and said, "Hey, I was just about to talk to you about something. When can I borrow your room? It's inconvenient at her place." He then tossed his head back; Yueqiu was still in my room.

I said, "Good lad! I was wondering why you found me here."

Liu Gui said, "No, no, I just heard you were here and wanted to invite you to her house for some Lei Cha (pounded tea)." Lei Cha

is popular in this area. For happy occasions, important events, or when guests arrive, several pots of Lei Cha are prepared, and neighbors are invited to sit around a few tables, creating a lively atmosphere.

Lei Cha originated from the Hakka people. Sesame seeds, tea leaves, orange peel, etc., are put into a mortar and pestle, mixed with water, ground and mashed with a pestle, then boiling water is poured over. It's milky white with a hint of tea color, fragrant, delicious, and with a lingering aftertaste. It's said to be addictive if you drink too much.

The houses in the flower-lined village were scattered, mostly built alone against the mountainside. Each house had a small earthen platform in front of it, and occasionally two or three houses were built together, belonging to brothers or uncles and nephews. Sometimes I thought that in such a place, a family could keep their doors closed and no outsiders would know what they did.

From the school to Yueqiu's house, the road went up and down, left and right. Yueqiu walked in front, and Liu Gui and I followed behind. Yueqiu had short hair, which swayed forward every time she went downhill, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin on the back of her neck. She walked carefully, each step hesitant, which accentuated her slender waist, making her look delicate and graceful, unlike a typical country girl.

I quietly asked Liu Gui, "Hey! Have you been here with her before?"

Liu Gui smiled and whispered, "What do you think?"

I said, "Definitely, and more than once. Look how round her butt is."

Liu Gui cursed, "Get lost!"

Yueqiu heard this, turned around, and asked, "What are you two talking about?" We laughed. Yueqiu seemed to have guessed something, and her face flushed instantly.

As we approached Yueqiu's house, we could see one or two children playing in the yard. Reaching the door, we found many people already there in the hall. Around the central table stood a circle of women, some taking turns pounding tea, others refilling water and serving tea. Several other tables, temporarily borrowed, were filled with men, women, and children from the village. The slurping sound of pounding tea filled the hall, carrying the delicate aroma of sesame seeds. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air, creating a relaxed and lively scene rarely seen in the secluded village of Huabian.

Qixiu and Sister-in-law Bihua were both there. Sister-in-law Bihua, always the center of attention, was rapidly pounding tea with her arms, joking with those around her. Her whole body trembled slightly with the movements, her buttocks jiggle, and her breasts bounced under her clothes. She didn't notice me enter. Qi Xiu stood to the side, still with that quiet and focused expression, occasionally adding water to the mortar. She turned around and saw me, unsure what expression to make, so she simply turned back to look at the mortar, giving me a side view.

I drank my tea, but my attention was focused on the group of women busy at work. Qi Xiu was dressed in white and blue pants today, looking very pure and innocent. She seemed to be in a good mood, responding with a slight smile to anyone who greeted or spoke to her. Qi Xiu had no hearing problems, but she couldn't speak. To an outsider, it would be hard to tell she was mute; she looked more like a quiet, shy girl who didn't like to talk.

Liu Gui was busy running around, seemingly familiar with everyone in the village, greeting everyone. After a while, he sat down next to me and said, "Drink a bowl!" Drinking Lei Cha (pounded tea) is sometimes like drinking alcohol; there are those who urge each other to drink more, those who drink it all, and those who compete to see who can hold their liquor. The host is only happy when the guest is stuffed to the brim.

Liu Gui and I finished a bowl of wine. I said, "You don't seem like a prospective son-in-law at all. You're so familiar with everyone in the village?"

Liu Gui laughed, "I've been collecting lace in the village for years. How could I not know them?"

I said, "No wonder! Going from house to house, you must have seduced Yueqiu, right?" The people around laughed.

Liu Gui seemed a little smug, but said, "Look at what you're saying!"

A moment later, Liu Gui put his arm around my shoulder, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "Hey, see that girl in the white dress?"

I followed his gaze and knew he was talking about Qixiu, so I said, "What's wrong?"

Liu Gui said, "Gensheng has taken a liking to her. It seems he wants his parents to propose marriage!"

No wonder I kept seeing Gensheng running around Qixiu earlier; it turns out he's interested in her! Gensheng's family is from the lace village. His younger brother goes to school there. I've not only been to his house, but I'm also quite familiar with him. Gensheng is strong and sturdy, one of the more agile young men in the village.

Would Qixiu be interested in him? For some reason, I felt a pang of sadness. Looking at Qixiu again, she seemed to have a different air about her than usual. Judging from her attitude towards Gengsheng earlier, she didn't seem to dislike him.

Just as I was observing her, Yueqiu tugged at her sleeve and came to my table. Holding a bowl, she said to me, "Teacher Li, let's have a drink together." Qixiu stood beside me with a large ladle. We exchanged a glance, and I suddenly felt a surge of resentment towards her. I stopped looking at her and smiled at Yueqiu, "Congratulations on finding such a capable partner as Liu Gui."

Yueqiu glanced at Liu Gui, blushed, and said, "How can I compare to you? A college graduate, and so handsome."

Liu Gui chuckled, his short beard swaying. I felt embarrassed and quickly clinked bowls with Yueqiu, drank my fill, and sat down.

Qixiu refilled both their bowls, and Yueqiu then drank a bowl with Bihua's father-in-law. Until they left, I kept talking to Liu Gui, not glancing at Yueqiu and Qixiu, but a dull ache lingered in my heart.

The tea drinkers gradually dispersed, but Liu Gui insisted I stay for dinner at Yueqiu's house, and her family also tried to persuade me to stay, so I stayed. I wasn't in the mood before, but after a few drinks, my head became blurry. I cast aside my thoughts and drank heartily. I downed bowl after bowl with Liu Gui and Yueqiu's brother, and before I knew it, I was drunk.

When it was time to go home, the whole family rushed out the door. Liu Gui himself was also drunk, staggering as he tried to take me back to school. I said, "No need! I'm not drunk!" I pushed him, and we both almost fell.

Yueqiu's brother, standing next to Liu Gui, quickly supported him, but Yueqiu stepped forward and supported me. I steadied myself, stood firm, and spontaneously laughed, saying, "Alright, you all—go home, I'm fine!" Her family was worried; Yueqiu held my arm tightly, wanting to see me off.

I said, "No need!" and pushed her away, but a soft mass pressed against her chest, startling me. Yueqiu, in the shadows, remained silent. Her back was to her house, and the doorway was dimly lit; no one else had likely seen her. I panicked, becoming even more insistent. Her family finally gave in and let me walk back alone.

I staggered along the road, the cool night air bringing back the painful, aching feelings that had been weighing on my mind. During my entanglement with Sister-in-law Bihua, Qixiu had been avoiding me. At first, I thought she was just annoyed by my ambiguous relationship with Sister-in-law Bihua, but now it seemed she might have really gotten together with Gensheng?

My mind raced, filled with jealousy and suspicion, yet also with self-consolation. In my hazy state, a thought gradually became clear: I must go find Qixiu now!

In the past few days, although I sometimes had a strong urge to see Qixiu, I had managed to restrain myself, secretly hoping there might be another chance. I suddenly learned about Gensheng's marriage proposal today, and I couldn't hold back any longer. The alcohol, combined with the surge of energy, rushed to my head, and all I wanted was to see her right now, regardless of the consequences!

As I approached Qixiu's house, my body trembled with nervous excitement. Fueled by the alcohol, I finally reached the back window of Qixiu's house; the light was still on. I gently knocked on the glass, but after a while, there was no response. So I leaned against the window and called in a low voice, "Qixiu!" I paused, then stubbornly called a few more times, "Qixiu! Qixiu!" All around was quiet, and there was no sound from inside. After a while, my heart relaxed, thinking: she might not be here. But at least I came looking for her.

Having completed my task, I suddenly didn't want to see her anymore and turned to leave. But the back door of her house creaked open, and a figure stepped out. I wanted to hide, but I couldn't move, my legs splayed out, barely supporting me. The person approached, and like a dream, emerged from the darkness near the light from the window—it was Qi Xiu! She wore a soft, thin dress, her eyes gleaming, indescribably beautiful in the dim light.

I had so much to say, but I stared blankly at her, unable to utter a single word. We stood silently facing each other in the darkness for a long time. I reeked of alcohol, panting like a wounded wolf.

Qi Xiu probably smelled my alcohol. She gestured to me and came to help me up. Her clear face drew closer, and I suddenly wanted to cry. I grabbed her hand, wanting to speak, but the words stuck in my throat.

Qi Xiu struggled, and I instinctively pulled her, my strength failing me due to the alcohol. Her soft, fleshy body was pulled into my arms, and in the darkness, a youthful fragrance overwhelmed me. I became excited, holding her tightly, wanting to crush her. My body swayed, but I couldn't stand, staggering a few steps until I stopped her against the wall. I buried my head in her shoulder and neck, breathing heavily.

Qi Xiu hadn't expected this. Her mouth was open, her head twisting, but no sound came out. I looked up, and her lips brushed against my nose and mouth. The cool touch drove me wild. I found her lips and pressed them down hard. Her soft, icy lips sank in, carrying a sweet fragrance. I had finally kissed her!

Qi Xiu tried to dodge, but wherever her lips went, mine followed, as if glued together, until finally, we met. After a long while, we separated, our faces pressed together, our breaths hot and clear. In the blurry light and shadow, her face was so close that only her nose, eyes, and mouth were visible, exuding an alluring charm in the darkness.

I mumbled a bunch of drunken ramblings. Qi Xiu listened, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. As if tired from talking, I loosened my grip on her waist, slightly separating my tightly pressed body, and immediately felt the amazing elasticity of her breasts and the softness of her waist. My erection almost instantly rose, hard and erect, between her legs. This was truly exhilarating; a current surged through my entire body.

Qi Xiu's dark eyes flashed with surprise, her body trembled, and she tried to push me away, her soft fingers spreading open, bracing against my chest and ribs, panting softly. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the delicate tenderness of her fingers, and a powerful will rose within me. I sealed her lips with mine again, a voice screaming in my heart, "Qixiu! Qixiu!" I lowered my head, burying my face in her soft, bouncy breasts. In her soft fragrance, I was truly intoxicated, frozen there, motionless for a long time. I don't even remember how I got back to my room.

The next day was Sunday, and I had no classes. I woke up with a bitter, dry mouth and a sticky, uncomfortable feeling in my throat. I got up and brushed my teeth. I seemed to remember running off to see Qixiu last night, as if I had gotten into trouble, but the memories were fragmented and unclear. My head was spinning, so I went back to bed.

Around noon, Yueqiu brought Qixiu over. Yueqiu teased me about being drunk yesterday. I listened anxiously, but since I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, I felt much more at ease. I secretly glanced at Qixiu. She sat there, staring at her toes, a slight smile on her lips. I was a little mesmerized, staring blankly at her.

Yueqiu noticed and, laughing, tried to leave. Qixiu stood up, but Yueqiu pushed her back into a chair. Only Qixiu and I remained in the room. I called out, and she turned and gave me a quick glance. I reached out and hooked her hand around his. Qixiu turned her head, looking towards the door, her ears slowly turning red, but her hand obediently remained outstretched.

Our hands silently intertwined in the air. A surge of blissful ecstasy filled my chest. I touched the back of her hand; it was plump and soft, with tiny cleavages at the base of her fingers, her knuckles curling upwards, each one delicate and white to the extreme, like tiny, living things, moving and twitching incredulously. After a while,

she pulled away, got up to pour water at the table, and turned her back to me. Now I could see the difference between her and Sister-in-law Bihua. Both had shapely waists and hips, but Sister-in-law Bihua's were soft and rounded, with an alluring exaggeration and casualness. Qi Xiu, on the other hand, was reserved and restrained. Beneath her clothes, her curves were subtly revealed, exuding a delicate, girlish strength.

The house was quiet, filled with sweetness and happiness. The following days were the happiest time of my life. After dinner, Qi Xiu would come and sit at the small table by the window, practicing calligraphy. I would play with her hair from behind, revealing a section of her fair, delicate neck. Sometimes I would press my arm against her back, guiding her hand and teaching her to write. Unable to resist, I would have her sit on my lap, my cheek against hers, one hand under her armpit, scribbling on the table. She would often suddenly jump up, her face flushed, and my crotch would be hard and erect.

Qi Xiu was wary, refusing to come near my bed. Although she often came to my room, I couldn't control her. Sometimes, when I kissed her passionately, she would pant softly, but her hands would always manage to push me away in time. Because I cherished her so much, I couldn't bring myself to force her. Sister-in-law Bihua came several times, but seeing Qixiu there, she came less often.

One evening, as it was raining heavily outside, I opened the door and saw Qixiu leaning against the back door of her house, smiling. I waved and called her over. She smiled and shook her head. I ran over, pulled her into the rain, and dragged back a soaking wet Qixiu. The sky was dark that day, and the room was unlit. I pressed Qixiu against the door and kissed her.

Qixiu closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly. I loosened her collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin from her neck to her chest, which, in the hazy blue light from outside the window, exuded a mesmerizing, fleshy allure. For the first time, my trembling hands unbuttoned her clothes, pushed up her bra, revealing two bright red nipples standing erect on her white breasts. I passionately took one into my mouth.

Qi Xiu leaned against the door, her chest thrusting out, then bending over and sinking in. My lips slid down, lingering around her navel, then moving further down. Qi Xiu's hands protected her there, dodging. At the waistband of her pants, a section of her hip bone suddenly widened on both sides, as if her pants were about to fall off. Just that

one glance ignited my passion. Completely unprepared, I encircled Qi Xiu's hip bone and lifted her up. Qi Xiu's waist seemed to bend over. I laid her down on the bed. Her wet clothes were open on both sides, her bra bunched up at her chin, obscuring her face. Her body was long and white, her chest completely exposed, revealing two pointed nipples.

I quickly took off my clothes and threw them aside. When Qi Xiu woke up and tried to get up, I pounced on her, tearing at her until we were both naked.

Only then did Qi Xiu suddenly realize the danger and struggled desperately. I pulled back the blanket, plunging everything into darkness, covering us both. Qi Xiu writhed under the covers, giving me even more intoxicating touches of skin. I went completely mad, my hands roaming all over her body, touching only smooth, slippery skin. When I touched her panties, my hands slid inside, revealing her bare buttocks. Further in, my fingers sank into a mass of soft flesh, interspersed with fine hairs.

Qi Xiu's body trembled, burning hot and smooth. I felt my cheeks burning, a burning pain, and a surge of desire made my throat dry. I ripped off her panties and thrust my hard member between her legs. Her lower body recoiled, but I caught her, sinking down, feeling my lower body parting into a mass of soft flesh, slowly, inching deeper. The rough, fleshy sensation enveloped me, without the smooth pleasure I expected.

But then I heard a strange sound, Qi Xiu's muffled cries stuck in her throat. I pushed the blanket up over her head and saw tears welling in Qi Xiu's eyes, her head swaying, silently screaming. A pang of pain shot through me. I pulled her head into my arms and tenderly pressed my face against her cheek. Only then did I realize what my virginity meant to the girls in the village. Could I marry Qixiu? I didn't know myself, only that I felt an indescribable tenderness for the woman in my arms. I was willing to die for her, but I didn't know if I had the courage to face everything that lay ahead.

My lower body was still inside her. I slowly pulled out, and a hot liquid welled up between my legs, creeping down my thighs, tickling me. I knew I had taken Qixiu's virginity. My mind was in turmoil. I simply held her tightly in my arms for a long time, giving her, and also giving myself, a silent comfort. ---

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(IV)

After dinner, Huabian Village was peaceful and serene. In the distance, amidst the trees, a few people stood scattered in front of several houses. There were still wisps of smoke rising from the rooftops of some houses, where people had cooked their meals late.

I strolled leisurely until I reached a small earthen slope. There, I saw several children running around on the earthen platform in front of Qixiu's house, some rushing, some blocking, playing a game of "obstacle course." Qixiu's parents sat on low stools in the porch, occasionally taking a bite of their rice while watching them play.

After what happened with Qixiu, although I felt conflicted, I always had a feeling of considering her parents as my future in-laws. Whenever I saw them, these thoughts would often cross my mind, even though they were completely unaware. Her mother was particularly kind to me, and I, with a touch of shyness, enjoyed her mother's care. Sometimes, I even had a

fleeting illusion of being a son-in-law. I lazily watched, my mind swirling with random thoughts. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and my heart skipped a beat.

I quietly circled around to the back door of Qixiu's house, slipped under the clothesline, and entered the kitchen. No one was there. I went into the inner room and saw Qixiu standing there, the wardrobe open, about to take something out. Her bedroom door was open, and inside sat a basin of steaming water, presumably for a bath.

I was already hard, and silently moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her slender waist. The soft, yielding flesh of her breasts pressed against my skin.

Qi Xiu was startled, her eyes snapping back in surprise.

My hands rested on her abdomen, which, though delicate, was plump and alluringly fleshy. She wore a coarse blue floral dress, and a strong, hot, post-works feminine scent emanated from her body, which was incredibly arousing. I buried my face in her shoulder and neck, breathing heavily, and kissed her.

Qi Xiu let out a soft "hmm," her cheeks flushing red, the color spreading from her cheeks to the back of her neck. Her face darted nervously towards the door and window; the laughter of children outside was crystal clear, as if right beside her ear.

Qi Xiu's eyes were hazy with panic. She reached back, bracing herself against my arms, but her delicate body was utterly weak. Her panting made her chest rise higher and higher.

I tightened my arms, pressing Qi Xiu's entire body against mine. Her full, firm breasts were incredibly alluring, and we both couldn't help but moan. Qi Xiu leaned softly against me, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly open.

I remained silent, my hand moving to undo the belt of her blue floral trousers at her waist. Qi Xiu clutched her waist, her face full of pleading.

But my desire was burning fiercely. I breathed heavily and resolutely pushed her down onto the edge of the bed, pulling off her trousers. I was stunned by what I saw: there, like a peeled hard-boiled egg, was a pale white mass, slightly different in that it was tinged with a blush of shyness, so tender that I couldn't resist taking a bite.

My hand carefully reached up, and Qi Xiu's buttocks twitched. I crouched down, exhaling, and stared intently at the strange, hazy scene before me. Her back was clad in a blue floral dress, which, due to her bent-over posture, trailed up, revealing a smooth, concave area at her waist. Her buttocks rose abruptly, round and large, enveloping her in a feminine, graceful curve, leading down to her plump thighs. The raised area sank in the middle, revealing bright red labia. A few shy, curled hairs adorned her anus, which glistened oilily. I touched it with a finger, and Qi Xiu shuddered, her buttocks shifting to the side.

I opened my palm and traced my hand down her buttocks to her lower back, then back down, lingering on her buttocks before moving down her thighs to between her legs. Wherever my hand went, Qi Xiu's body slumped, going limp.

The silky feel of her skin made my hands itch, drove me wild. I explored every exposed part of her body, and Qi Xiu slumped to one side, her body curled up like a trembling insect.

I swallowed hard, helped her up, and, unable to resist the temptation, extended my tongue, giving her red lips a thorough lick. They were salty, wet, and had her own scent—incredibly stimulating. Qi

Xiu let out a hoarse cry, turning her face back, her fine white teeth biting her lower lip, her face flushed crimson, looking like she was about to cry from shock and shame.

I breathed hot air at her, like a dog devouring its prey, my tongue reaching so far that I buried my face between her thighs. Ah, Qi Xiu was driving me mad! Her attempts to dodge, her struggles, couldn't escape the tip of my tongue!

I couldn't care less about anything else. I pulled out my raging member from my pants, aimed it at her bright red anus, and thrust hard. The oily substance slid in. I held her lower back and started pumping and thrusting wildly. Qi Xiu was lying face down on the bed, her body shaking with each thrust. The folded blankets on the bed were torn apart by her hands, bobbing up and down, pushing the whole bed forward. But I held her lower back firmly and fucked her hard.

It was an exceptionally frenzied moment. The sounds of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, the sound of the bed moving, the sound of my feet rubbing, and my heavy breathing filled the room, sounding strange and exciting.

There was a small, round hole in Qi Xiu's buttocks, the red folds opening and closing. I couldn't help but press my thumb on it, my fingertip slightly digging into the edge of the fleshy opening, where a protruding bone protruded, struggling against my hand.

Unexpectedly, Qixiu was particularly sensitive to this area and couldn't take it anymore. Her upper body stiffened for a moment, rising high in the air before falling back onto the bed. In that instant, her vagina suddenly tightened, gripping my penis so tightly that I couldn't pull it out. Only when she crawled back onto the bed, a gush of fluid flowing out, did my penis suddenly feel free, allowing me to enjoy it.

I thrust in and out countless times, my penis rock hard, without any sign of ejaculation. Qixiu was limp, making muffled gurgling sounds, I couldn't tell if it was from her throat or stomach.

I watched from behind as my penis slid in and out of her, the pleasure so intense that my entire body was taut, making it hard to breathe.

Just then, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the kitchen. I pulled it out with a "pop," rolled it into my pants, and Qixiu hurriedly got up, trying to pull her pants up. Too late! The sound was already at the door. I pulled Qixiu into her room and closed the door.

It must have been Qixiu's younger brother who came in from the other room; his steps were quick and light. He reached the table by the window, and I heard the sound of water being turned, the sound of him gulping down tea, then the sound of a teacup slamming on the table, and then he ran out of the room.

I had just breathed a sigh of relief when the intermittent sounds of dishes being cleared from the kitchen came through again. Qixiu and I stared at each other, listening intently: it seemed I couldn't get out.

Qixiu's pants were pulled up to her waist, unbuttoned, her hair disheveled, her breathing uneven, and her face still flushed. I was about to continue, but then I turned my head and saw steam rising from the bathtub beside her. An idea struck me, and I whispered in her ear, "Go get the clothes and towels."

Qixiu listened without hesitation and was about to open the door when suddenly her face turned bright red, and she hesitated, unable to move. I pleaded, "Okay, Qixiu, go quickly!" and gently pushed her from behind.

Finally, after much hesitation, Qixiu went out quietly to fetch towels and clothes. I heard her mother ask from inside the room, "Qixiu, haven't you started washing yet?" Qixiu naturally couldn't answer. A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and Qixiu hesitantly walked in, stopping behind the door.

I bolted the door and moved closer to Qixiu. She blushed and shook her head, shrinking back.

As soon as my hand reached her collar, she lowered her head and pressed her chin against mine. I began to kiss her, kissing her behind her ear, her neck, and her forehead haphazardly, finally lifting her head and pressing my lips to hers.

In the midst of our passionate kiss, I undressed her piece by piece. Qixiu nestled heavily in my arms, and I placed her in the tub. Although the tubs in the countryside were large, they were only big enough for children; adults usually stood in them, splashing water and washing themselves. But I let Qixiu sit in the tub, then carefully washed her body like a baby. Qixiu shrank back shyly, her face buried against my chest, letting me do as I pleased. With a gaze of wonder, appreciation, and admiration, I lathered her with soap, splashed water, and washed her, without making any move to arouse her desire.

This was an unforgettable, blissful moment in my life. My heart was filled with tenderness; Qixiu was my child, someone I cherished and was deeply moved by.

Afterwards, Qixiu got out of the tub, and I stripped naked and stood inside. Qixiu then helped me wash. She washed silently for a while, then suddenly stopped, pressed herself against me, and silent tears streamed down her face. I held her close, and time flowed gently by as darkness fell outside the window.

That night, I hid in Qixiu's room, moonlight streaming in through the window as we entwined. Qixiu's younger brother slept in the outer room; the soundproofing was poor, and we could faintly hear his breathing. Qixiu and I were extremely careful, afraid to make a sound. We first clung to each other, and when my member hardened, I guided it in, but couldn't reach the full depth, moving slowly. Qixiu's lips, covering that area, constantly secreted fluid, wetting the sheets. For a moment, I couldn't resist, thrusting hard, reaching the very end. The bed shook violently with a creak, and the breathing next door seemed to pause for a moment. Qixiu bit my shoulder tightly, and I froze, afraid to move.

Only when Qixiu's younger brother resumed breathing did I gesture for Qixiu to sit on top. She carefully sat down, but refused to move, her body pressed against my chest. My member remained hard inside her, my hand gently stroking her smooth back, and I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt Qixiu moving slightly on top of me. I opened my eyes, and Qixiu, blushing, climbed back up, refusing to move. I smiled, closed my eyes, and let Qixiu try again. Qixiu's movements were small, just a slight shift of her hips, squeezing my lower body. An indescribable pleasure washed over me, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I lay quietly, filled with gratitude and tenderness, savoring the gentle pleasure Qixiu brought me. It wasn't until dawn that I held her and slept for a while.

In the morning, Qixiu pretended to be unwell and didn't get up for breakfast. Only after her parents went to the fields and her younger brother went to school did I quietly run back to school and rush to class. Thinking of Qixiu, I sneaked to her house during break. Qixiu sat by the window, kicking her legs and smiling at me. I went up and kissed her, feeling a little more at ease, and went back to class.

After school in the afternoon, Liu Gui was waiting at my door, looking furtive. When did this guy get back to Huabian Village?

As I got closer, I saw Yueqiu standing far away in the corner, seemingly unbothered by the stench, which made me chuckle. I figured Liu Gui must have come to borrow the room, and Yueqiu, standing there so delicately, was probably just waiting to get pricked.

Liu Gui coughed a few times, and I felt sorry for him. I said, "Comrade Liu Gui, just say what's wrong!"

Liu Gui punched me, and I cried out in pain, "Isn't that a bit much? Asking for help and then hitting me?"

Yueqiu covered her mouth and laughed. I caught a glimpse of her and shouted, "Sister Yueqiu, come save me!"

Yueqiu blushed and laughed sternly, "You deserve it!"

I protested, "Good heavens, neither of you is reasonable!"

Liu Gui grabbed my neck and said gruffly, "Tell me! Will you lend it or not?!"

I nodded repeatedly, "Lend it! Lend it! How could I not lend it? Sister Yueqiu must be getting impatient."

Yueqiu followed and said, "Tear his mouth apart!"

I darted away, throwing the keys over, "You'll have to wash my sheets, okay?" I

walked alone to the village entrance and suddenly realized that in Huabian Village, I didn't even have a friend to talk to or a place to sit. I returned dejectedly, wanting to grab a book to read in the classroom. When

I got back to my room, the door was already closed. I thought, "No way, it's starting so soon?" I went to the window, but it was completely covered up. Even the hole that used to be there was now covered with books.

I thought, "Never mind," and went to sit in the next classroom. But then I saw a door at the end of the blackboard, and behind that door was where my bed was in my room. A thought struck me, and I went closer. Sure enough, I heard voices inside.

Yueqiu said sweetly, "It's so hard!"

My heart skipped a beat. Liu Gui said, "That kid! He didn't even put on a few more layers of mattress, it's so uncomfortable and makes a creaking noise."

I chuckled, "Oh, he meant the bed board."

"How about... we put his blanket on it?" Liu Gui's voice asked.

"No, it'll get dirty..." Yueqiu's voice trailed off, and then fell silent.

After a long while, Liu Gui finally let out a soft "Hmm!" The bed shook, and Yueqiu's voice, sounding like she was about to sob, cried

out, "Don't... keep touching there! Your nails are too long, it hurts!" Liu Gui snorted, followed by a "smack, smack" sound, then a "tsk tsk" kissing sound. Yueqiu sobbed again.

Liu Gui said, "Your water..."

Yueqiu cried out, "It's all because of you! I... I'm so itchy!"

Liu Gui chuckled a few times, the bed shook a few times, and then Yueqiu cried out, "Ouch! Why are you touching there! Move up a little!"

Liu Gui laughed, "I did it on purpose, your bottom is so clean!"

Yueqiu cried out, "You... Oh!" Then, with a loud "plop," the bed shook violently.

I thought to myself, "That Liu Gui is ruthless."

Suddenly, I heard Yue Qiu's voice ringing out, a series of soft sobs, like a song, like weeping, accompanied by the creaking of the bed, almost making one's soul jump out of their skin. I was lying between my legs

(one)

when I crossed a mountain ridge and looked down the steps, I saw her.

An indescribable feeling. In the endless green of the deep mountains, a stream flowed gently, and a slender, pale yellow figure swayed in the water. The mist after the rain in the mountains had not yet dissipated, and it gently shrouded this world.

To be honest, I didn't want to come here. If I hadn't been unable to find a job after graduation, if my uncle's friend hadn't been sick and unable to attend classes, if my uncle wasn't the kind of uncle who would glare and slap people's ears after saying just a few words, who would want to come to this small mountain village without even electricity? But just now, I suddenly had a strange feeling, a secret surprise gently biting my heart.

I had descended the mountain steps and was walking towards the stone bridge over the stream. The entire village was silent, save for the clear stream before me and a young girl washing clothes. I walked softly, as if afraid of disturbing something. However, she seemed to notice and turned around. I saw a clear face and clear eyes. I suddenly felt the pressure of that pure beauty, my breath caught in my throat, and I managed to ask with difficulty, "Excuse me, where is the primary school?" She didn't answer, looking somewhat flustered.

Just then, I heard my uncle's gruff voice: "We're here?!" I was startled and saw my uncle coming from the village entrance, so I quickly went to meet him. A child stood at the village entrance, turned, and ran away. I was a little surprised, but soon I saw several other children appear, curiously looking at me, which made me chuckle.

The school was in a mud house behind the village, near a bamboo grove. The words "Floral Edge Primary School" were crookedly written in lime on the mud wall, presumably the work of the sick teacher. My uncle settled me in and then immediately went back. Before leaving, he gave me many more instructions, and I nodded repeatedly. To be honest, I was a little afraid of him.

Now I could finally lie on the bed and quietly admire my new home. It was an earthen house, freshly washed, and quite cool. The room wasn't big, but because there was only a bed, a table, and a chair, it seemed rather spacious. There was a patch of open space beside the bed, obviously enough for me to do push-ups. Finally, I noticed an oil lamp on the corner of the table, which made me feel a sense of destitution. So I got up and copied a poem, "The Humble Abode," and pasted it on the wall. After reciting it twice, I felt quite pleased with myself. Just then, I suddenly felt someone watching me. I looked out the window and saw a figure flash by in the house ahead. I was sure it was the girl from the stream. Could that be her house?

It got dark quickly, and I was wondering how my classmates were doing. A few children pushed and shoved their way to the door, but didn't say a word.

“Teacher,” one of the children finally called out, “Come to my house for dinner!”

The others chuckled and immediately started chattering, “Come to my house!” “Come to my house!” I was a little bewildered.

The first one to speak said, “I saw you first, teacher, come to my house.”

A small, thin boy said, “No! My sister saw you first.”

“Your sister isn’t a student, she’s never been to school, and she’s mute.”

“Your brother is mute too!” The boy’s face turned red.

A girl with eyes as clear as a stream flashed through my mind, her clear, limpid eyes speaking volumes. Was she mute? Suddenly, I felt agitated: "Stop arguing!" My heart was filled with an indescribable sorrow.

That night, I ate at Sister Bihua's house. I barely spoke a word all evening; to others, I seemed like an honest, shy child. Sister Bihua treated me like a kind, endearing little brother, warm and caring. Back at my lodgings, I went straight to sleep, my mind still filled with the image of the girl by the stream who could never speak.

The image of the stream unfolded before me like a silent scroll. I loved the coolness here, I loved the bamboo grove behind the school, and I loved that clear, sparkling stream. I often went to the stream, perhaps hoping to bump into her, that silent girl. Her gaze always seemed to hold a mixture of curiosity and fear, which, combined with her facial expressions, evoked both pity and affection. She always walked quietly, never daring to stare at anyone for long. If she happened to notice someone looking at her, she would be startled and quickly look away. During this time, I was as if bewitched; if I didn't see her for a day, I felt empty and listless. Later, I learned from Sister-in-law Bihua that her name was Qixiu.

There were only about thirty households in Huabian, and fewer than twenty children from those households attended school in the village. The entire school had about thirty students and only one teacher, who was me. The teachers at the school took turns eating at the homes of families with school-aged children. I usually got up late in the morning, so I skipped breakfast.

One morning after school, Qixiu's younger brother squeezed up to me, his face flushed and a little breathless, and said, "Teacher, come to my house for lunch today."

My heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Finally, it's her turn." A little nervous, I dryly replied, "Okay." Qixiu's younger brother was very shy; after saying that, he turned and ran away.

My heart was pounding, unsure whether to go to her house now or wait, so I took the opportunity to wash my hair first. Luckily, Qixiu's younger brother came running to call me again, and I went to her house with him. Once inside, I didn't see Qixiu, and she didn't appear even after we sat down to eat. Qixiu's parents were kind and gentle, though they didn't talk much, they frequently served me food, and I kept saying, "Okay, okay, that's enough," finishing my meal with a lingering question in my mind.

I thought to myself that Qixiu wouldn't deliberately avoid me; aside from occasionally glancing at her from afar, I hadn't had any contact with her, so there was no need. But she definitely wasn't home; I wondered why she had gone out.

When I arrived at her house that evening, it was already dark. Two oil lamps were lit in the kitchen, their flames illuminating one wall, and the smoke and aroma of cooking filled the entire house—a scene similar to when our power went out occasionally.

Only Qixiu's mother and younger brother were inside. My heart, which had been in my throat when I entered, immediately relaxed, but a strange sense of loss lingered within me. Qixiu's younger brother saw me first and called out, "Teacher!" I smiled and nodded. Qixiu's mother hurriedly offered me a seat, but I went to sit down by the stove, helping to add fuel to the fire. I asked Qixiu's younger brother about his studies and replied to Qixiu's mother's questions. A moment of silence fell, the firelight flickering, but there was still no sound from Qixiu.

"Qixiu is taking a bath. Today, she went to the mountain with some girls to pick rice flowers and just got back," Qixiu's mother said suddenly, wiping the pot with a cloth. This startled me, as if a thief had been caught in my heart.

After a long while, a figure moved at the doorway leading to the inner room, and Qixiu finally appeared. She seemed about to come in, yet also about to retreat; my heart clenched with anticipation. After her bath, her hair was still wet, exuding a clear and fragrant scent. Her gaze met mine, and startled, she surprisingly nodded—the first time she'd ever nodded since arriving in their village. I could hardly believe it.

The fire in the house suddenly blazed up, making it uncomfortably hot. The atmosphere was strange; we were like two wary rivals, carefully avoiding contact, not even daring to meet each other's eyes. Yet, all my senses were irresistibly drawn to the dim light around her. At this moment,

only Qixiu's younger brother was truly lively, asking all sorts of questions and constantly darting around the room. I'd grab him, but he'd break free again. It was hard to believe he was such a mischievous child at home. Qixiu and I would glance at him, our eyes meeting briefly before quickly looking away.

"Qixiu! Add some firewood!" Qixiu's mother called out as I was lost in thought, gesturing with her hands.

This startled both of them. I hurriedly added firewood to the stove. Qixiu blushed, hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to my side, bending down to pick up firewood. My blood boiled, and I said hoarsely, "I'll do it." Qixiu, however, picked up firewood and stuffed it into the stove. Her cheeks, illuminated by the firelight, were so tender and red they seemed to drip with moisture. They were so close to my eyes, her chest heaving dramatically, her fragrant breath making it hard for me to breathe. I almost groaned.

This time, Qixiu didn't go far. She stood gracefully by the stove, her cheeks puffed out, staring intently at the pot, as if there was something inexhaustible inside. Her focused expression was somewhat amusing, yet so fresh and moving, so unbelievable, that it made my heart ache.

That evening, there was a dish of rice flowers that Qixiu had picked that day. They were smooth, delicious, and very tasty. Qixiu's younger brother seemed quite proud and said that the teacher had eaten at his house that day, and his sister had specially dragged her friends to pick them. Qixiu tapped his head with her chopsticks, and the little guy tilted his head, looking at her innocently yet indignantly. Qixiu glanced at me, then quickly lowered her head and shoveled rice into her mouth. I was overjoyed, my trembling hands picking up bits of rice, one bite after another, savoring each of Qixiu's touches, a feeling of immense pleasure welling up in my throat until I finished eating.

Now, thinking back, the reason I dared to be so bold and crazy with Qixiu was probably because of the vague hints and information I received back then.

After the meal, Qixiu's younger brother insisted on showing me something. Qixiu followed him in warily. Her brother opened a drawer in the inner room, and Qixiu snatched it like a startled deer. Her brother was quick, waving a white object at me. Before Qixiu could grab it, the white object was already in my hands. I looked at it and saw that it was a silk headscarf with beautiful lace trim, embroidered with flowers and plants.

This village was famous for its hand-woven lace, and the villagers rarely went out; outsiders would come to the village to buy and carry the goods. My uncle was one of them. Perhaps due to isolation, the lace-making tradition had its own rules: women who made lace only married men who made lace. Intermarriage among villagers inevitably led to confusion in bloodlines over time, resulting in children often being mute and destined for lifelong silence.

As lace-making girls grew up, besides making various decorative laces to sell, they often kept some of their prized creations to take with them when they married. They would also often compare and admire them with their friends in private. When

Qixiu saw the silk scarf in my hand, she became flustered, unsure what to do. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me. I playfully threw the scarf over her head, and she quickly pulled it off, her face flushed. Qixiu's younger brother giggled. I reached out to snatch it again, but she hid it behind her back. I wrapped my arms around her back, so close it felt like I was embracing her. Startled and embarrassed, she fell onto the bed, staring at me in shock, her breasts heaving wildly, a breathtaking sight. Heaven knows how much I wanted to throw myself on top of her then!

A bitter taste rose in my mouth, but I ultimately dared not act rashly. Back at my lodgings that night, still reeling from the excitement and frenzy of the night, in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, I kept replaying the image of her lying there, like a helpless fawn, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. Countless times I imagined myself pouncing on her, that intoxicating madness making me want to scream.

The next time I encountered Qixiu, she still hid, just like before, leaving me helpless. Fortunately, Qixiu's younger brother liked me quite a bit, so I used that as an excuse to visit her house often.

One evening, I was tutoring Qixiu's younger brother with his homework, and Qixiu was watching. The three of us sat on the edge of the bed, her brother leaning against the table, me in the middle, and her on the outside, her expressive eyes fixed on us.

In a fleeting glance, I saw she was wearing that pale yellow dress, which looked exceptionally soft and alluring under the light, her skin appearing even whiter and more delicate. She sat sideways, her thin pants stretching her thighs, revealing her full figure, right to my left. My heart pounded, and my mouth went dry. All his senses were focused on that hand, his hand was incredibly sensitive from the back of his hand to his fingertips, receiving the slight warmth emanating from her thigh.

As I spoke to Qixiu's younger brother, I casually raised my left hand, and when I lowered it, it was already against her thigh. For a moment, I felt a rich, alluring sensation there. It trembled slightly but didn't move away. My heart raced. My left hand's fingers lightly traced her thigh, my eyes never daring to look back. I didn't know her reaction.

After a while, her thigh tried to pull away, but I seemed to have a reason, and my left hand suddenly touched her thigh. Really, fully, the full, writhing sensation surged through my hand, intoxicating me. She reached out to pull away, but I stubbornly remained there. While talking to Qixiu's younger brother, I silently wrestled with her, my hand becoming increasingly audacious.

My hand then moved towards the inside of Qixiu's thigh. Qixiu tried to grab it, but I immediately grabbed it back. Qixiu struggled a few times to no avail; her hand obediently remained in my palm, unmoving. This continued for a while, and I was overjoyed. I peeked back and saw Qixiu biting her lower lip, her face flushed, her eyes fixed on me, a mixture of anger and shyness indescribable. If her younger brother hadn't been there, I definitely wouldn't have been able to resist rushing over and kissing him passionately.

Heaven knows, that night, I held Qixiu's hand and tutored her brother until he finished his homework.

After that experience, whenever I encountered Qixiu in a secluded place, I dared to hug her, but Qixiu was very clever and I never managed to catch her. I was itching with desire, like a restless male dog in heat, constantly anxious and breathing heavily.

That's when I met Sister-in-law Bihua. Sister-in-law Bihua's personality was rare in Huabian Village—sharp, decisive, and energetic. In this quiet village, it seemed as if only her voice could be heard. One moment she was in the east, the next in the west. Sister-in-law Bihua treated me very well, like a younger brother. Sometimes, when she felt sorry for me, she would reach out and touch my cheek. The jars of pickled peppers on my windowsill were made by her; she knew I liked spicy food. Sister-in-law Bihua often came to my room to tidy up, and as she did so, she would feel sorry for me, saying I was so young and honest, and didn't know anything, how could I manage alone out there?

Sister-in-law Bihua was of average appearance, with only minor beauty, but a very good figure—a slender waist and full hips—and her swaying gait was quite charming. When she straightened my collar, I couldn't resist holding her hand, and she didn't get angry, just patted my face, still like an older sister. So I stopped calling her sister-in-law and started calling her "sister."

That night, I was lying in bed reading when Sister-in-law Bihua brought some pickled radish to see me. She came in, said a few words, and then offered to help me swat away the mosquitoes. She lowered the mosquito net, took a fan, and a cool breeze swept over me, feeling both comfortable and pleasant. A quick glance revealed that Sister-in-law Bihua's chest was trembling, as if something alive was hidden inside, but I didn't think much of it at the time.

At this moment, Sister Bihua couldn't reach a corner inside, so she knelt on the bed, pressing down on my feet, causing a sharp pain, but also a strange comfort. Sister Bihua then braced herself on my legs, leaning forward to swat away mosquitoes. Suddenly, something towered up before my eyes like a mountain, enormous and perfectly round, so bright it was hard to see clearly. It took a while for my eyes to adjust; it was Sister Bihua's high, round buttocks, so close, and swaying.

This was simply unbearable. I blew out the lamp, plunging everything into darkness. Sister Bihua cried out in surprise. I pounced on her, wrapping my arms tightly around her buttocks. Sister Bihua started moving, and we couldn't break free from the tent, our hands and feet touching. I leaned against her back, trembling, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Sister." Sister Bihua didn't answer, only breathing heavily.

I groped in the darkness, accompanied by waves of sinful shivers. For a moment, all I could hear were the heavy breathing of two people in the darkness of the tent. Suddenly, Sister-in-law Bihua struggled, pushing my hands away, but I stubbornly persisted, like a willful younger brother. Sister-in-law Bihua screamed and flung me aside. My eyes burned with desire, and I pounced on her again. We wrestled fiercely inside the tent, our breaths heavy. My erection swelled, pressing hard against her. Like an unreasonable child, I disregarded Sister-in-law Bihua's kindness and feelings, reaching inside her clothes.

Tears streamed down Sister-in-law Bihua's face; when I kissed her, everything was wet. I kissed her passionately, my lips mingling with the wetness. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear Sister-in-law Bihua say, "You devil!" before sobbing, her struggles lessening. But as I reached inside her pants, she put up a final, fierce resistance, twisting violently. My hand clung tightly to the skin of her waist and hips, like a small boat in a storm, unable to shake off. Finally, it squeezed into her pants, grabbing handfuls of flesh. Sister-in-law Bihua sighed, giving up the struggle. My hand rolled into a patch of rough water plants.

I trembled and called out, "Sister." Sister-in-law Bihua slapped me hard, paused, and suddenly pounced on me, kissing my face wildly, biting me repeatedly. I felt her face covered in heat and saliva; she was even more frenzied than I was. Her mouth was so big; when I kissed her, I encountered a mouthful of gaping teeth, which was incredibly stimulating.

My hands grabbed her breasts and kneaded them hard. Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in pain, "Damn it!" Her hands tore at my body, grabbing my crotch through my pants. I jumped up, frantically trying to pull off her pants, but she kicked me away, then easily ripped them off herself.

I pounced on her, kissing and licking wildly between her legs, not knowing where I was. It was a wet, slippery mess down there. This was the first time in my life I'd unconsciously licked a woman's genitals so wildly. My hair was being pulled painfully by Sister-in-law Bihua, and I couldn't get up.

Sister-in-law Bihua writhed all over, like a fish on a hot plate, uttering sounds that were both screams and curses. I lifted her lower body, not knowing what I was going to do; I couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Then Sister-in-law Bihua pulled at my pants. I immediately pulled them off, and she grabbed my penis, pulling it forward. I didn't know what she was going to do, so I knelt down beside her, pressing my hard penis against her nose. Sister-in-law Bihua opened her mouth to bite. I was startled and quickly protected my penis, but she pulled it painfully, causing me to fall back. My penis was sucked into her mouth, like an ice pop being sucked, almost melting inside her.

I didn't want to ejaculate in her mouth because I wanted to penetrate her vagina, so I quickly pulled out; my penis was on the verge of collapse. It hung in the air, trembling, thankfully I didn't ejaculate.

My lower body finally entered Sister-in-law Bihua's body as I wished, and I moved around freely inside her. Finally, as if I had completed a sinful act, I lay heavily beside Sister-in-law Bihua. The honest face of Sister-in-law Bihua's husband flashed into my mind, and it felt a little unreal. I dared not think of Qixiu anymore, nor dared to look at Sister-in-law Bihua's face.

Sister-in-law Bihua was more tolerant than I had imagined. She touched my face with her hand, sighed, got up, put on her clothes, her hair disheveled, glanced at me, and silently left.

Once this kind of thing started, it was hard to stop. Afterwards, I did it with Sister-in-law Bihua several more times. Each time, we didn't say much, just silently and fiercely made love, and afterwards, I couldn't help but feel disgusted and guilty.

Somehow, Qixiu found out about this.

(II)

Qi Xiu started avoiding me. I never knew that when someone deliberately avoids you, even in the same small village, it's like they've disappeared. And I, because of what I did wrong, no longer had the same self-righteousness as when I went to see her before; I became self-destructive. However, there was an even more important reason—oh God, I was deeply immersed in a frenzy of lust, unable to extricate myself.

A person experiencing sex for the first time has particularly weak self-control. For many days in a row, my lower body felt strange, especially sensitive. Coupled with the replaying of the moment when I entered her vagina in my mind, I would get an erection easily. I spent all day thinking about experiencing that feeling again with Sister Bi Hua. I was absent-minded in everything I did, just hoping for that moment—in a deserted corner of the village, in a densely hidden bamboo forest, in a shared outhouse, in the dark of night, when—when I caught Sister Bi Hua.

At first, Sister-in-law Bihua was unwilling, but after several attempts to entice me, I realized she couldn't resist my temptation. She was infatuated with my handsome face, my slender and smooth body, and even my long, thin, and rather scholarly-looking penis covered by a foreskin. The moment my soft hand touched her, her body would go limp, offering no resistance. Our previous sibling-like relationship, with its age gap, created a suffocating incestuous feeling when we were together, adding a forbidden frenzy and pleasure to what was more than just a simple affair.

After several sexual encounters with Sister Bihua, I gradually learned to control myself, and the duration of my intercourse increased. Several times, I brought her to the peak of pleasure, leaving her limp and weak.

But this sense of accomplishment was fragile, requiring repeated success to prove and solidify it, so I gradually sank deeper and deeper into this state.

The girlish innocence I used to be infatuated with lost much of its luster in my eyes. On the contrary, Sister Bihua became indescribably alluring. Sometimes, just seeing her figure from afar and hearing her crisp voice would make my heart itch uncontrollably, and I would often be unable to resist getting an erection.

It was a busy time in the countryside, with people climbing weeds and fertilizing. Most of the villagers went to the fields, and many students often took leave to go home and help with the work. On rest days, the whole village was deserted, not a soul in sight. I would walk along the ridges of the fields, where the farm women would have their buttocks sticking out high, sometimes revealing their snow-white waists, and half of their upper bodies. If I was lucky, I could even see a white mound of breasts under their loose clothes.

When I offered to help, they laughed at me, saying, "Okay, come to the fields!" But when I actually took off my shoes and rolled up my trousers, they wouldn't let me. So I wandered back and forth in the fields like an inspector.

In the fields, Sister Bihua was very lively, often making jokes and playfully teasing the men helping out, her manner quite provocative. When she saw me, she would restrain herself slightly, but still not shy away, loudly announcing, "Oh, the scholar's here!" Her eyes would glare at me, making it hard to look directly at her. She always seemed perfectly fine in front of others, but I couldn't. Whenever someone was around, I would become more docile than anyone else.

Every time I saw Sister Bihua's husband's simple, honest face, I would have many strange associations, feeling very uneasy. Fortunately, her husband was always afraid of intellectuals and didn't dare talk to me much. And me? What kind of intellectual was I?

I often squatted on the edge of the field, watching them work. The sunlight shone on Sister Bihua's body, giving her a fiery, sexy allure. Her waist was defined, her breasts were prominent, her buttocks were shapely, and she was even more seductive when she moved. I would imagine our entanglement right in front of her husband, and my erection would grow so strong that I'd become wet, so swollen I'd have to limp home. When

I finally managed to get close to Sister Bihua, I'd only have time to grab a handful of her breasts or touch her buttocks before I'd whisper in her ear, "Come see me today!" Only after saying that would I leave. How shameless and unrestrained I was then! Sister Bihua seemed not to hear me at all, but she would often find time to come to my place for a few tens of minutes or an hour of revelry before hurriedly leaving. Perhaps it was during one of those times that Qixiu saw me, but I didn't care, deeply immersed in a world of lust, frantically demanding more.

One night, I don't know what time it was, I was tired of reading, so I lay down on the bed fully clothed with the light on. When I woke up, Sister Bihua was by the window, her back to me, taking things out of a plastic bag one by one and placing them on the table. Her clothes sank into the waistband, wrinkling and revealing her round, large buttocks. I had taken a nap and was full of energy; my already semi-erect penis immediately became erect. I called out, "Sister Bihua!" Since this relationship, I had been hesitant about what to call her.

She heard my voice but didn't answer, her movements noticeably slower. Finally, she finished taking things out and stood there, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

I tugged at her drooping fingers. She sat back on the edge of my bed, still with her back to me.

I nudged her shoulder, and she fell back onto the bed effortlessly. I moved closer to her, my warm breath on her face, and said, "Touch me." After a moment, a hand slowly slipped inside my clothes and began to touch me. She started panting, and the hand wandered around, finally reaching my crotch and stroking me.

Her hands were very skilled, often reminding me of her deftness when she worked. I wondered if she touched her husband like this too? When her hand cupped my groin, it would envelop my testicles in her palm, squeezing them with just the right amount of force, often making me groan with pleasure.

Her fingers lightly tugged at my pubic hair, again and again, causing blood to rush upwards, and soon my penis was swollen and hard to the extreme. I couldn't resist any longer. I rolled over, and without saying a word, pulled down her pants and thrust inside. It was a little dry and tight inside, and when I inserted it, it stung and burned, but it felt even better than when it was wet.

Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in pain, but she was also incredibly excited. She gritted her teeth, her face showing great effort, her ten fingers gripping my arm, her nails digging deep into my flesh, making "mmm" sounds like she was using the toilet.

I just kept breathing heavily and thrusting hard. Gradually, it became wetter inside, and the movements became smoother. The feeling of fullness from before was gone. I guessed her husband's penis was very thick, making her vagina very wide, but not as long as mine. As I penetrated deeper, reaching the very depths of her body, Sister Bihua couldn't help but wrap her legs around me, crying out, "You're so different from him! You're so different from him!"

I thrust nearly a hundred times, until I was completely exhausted. I lay down, panting. Sister Bihua climbed on top of me and took my penis inside, bouncing up and down. She hadn't taken off her top; her large breasts, hidden beneath the thin fabric, stood high, swaying back and forth. I reached out and grabbed her nipple, pulling hard. Sister Bihua cried out, lowering her head, a few strands of hair falling down. She braced herself against my legs, but her lower body wouldn't stop, rising and falling, her movements even more powerful than before.

I was overwhelmed with pleasure, my arms wrapped around her waist, wanting to press her close. I pulled her body forward, my penis emerging from her vagina and pressing against her anus. She shuddered, forgetting everything, and sat down. My thick, hard, and hot penis, so long, stood erect against her crotch, pressing painfully hard, my blood surging, raging with rage, a kind of deadly pleasure compared to inside her.

At this moment, Sister Bihua was completely out of control, her buttocks twisting and turning, squatting and sitting. Sometimes my penis pressed against her anus, sometimes it was inserted into her vagina, deep and heavy. Sister Bihua couldn't help but make "uh-uh" sounds in her throat, her face contorted.

Finally, my penis couldn't withstand the stimulation and ejaculated wildly. Sister Bihua moved a few times, probably feeling it, and stopped, sitting still. Her hair fell down, covering most of her face. After a while, that clump of dark hair suddenly rustled, and I heard her cry.

She lay on top of me, crying and slapping my face and body. The harder she cried, the harder she hit. I lay there quietly, letting Sister Bihua vent her anger, thinking sadly to myself, "I've ruined Sister Bihua. I've made her unable to stop. Sister Bihua is like a drug addict now, even more crazy than me!"

After a while, she calmed down, silent, and half-stood up, reaching for a tissue to wipe herself. Her legs were wide open, her vulva facing my face, her labia spread wide, revealing the fleshy opening between them. A ring of black hair around her labia, some stuck together, was dripping wet, making her look utterly lewd.

I couldn't resist reaching out to grab her long, frizzy pubic hair, pulling hard. She cried out in pain, her naked hips landing on my bare stomach, pressed tightly together without a gap. I felt wet, sticky, and hot flesh against my skin, the pubic hair tickling and pricking me. The tight contact of flesh against flesh drove me mad.

Sister-in-law Bihua's eyes were closed, her mouth half-open, her brows furrowed, seemingly unable to bear the feeling of her naked groin pressed against my abdomen. She lifted her buttocks slightly, then couldn't help but sit back down, groaning, writhing and squeezing, utterly disregarding shame, frantically rubbing against my stomach. At this moment, Sister-in-law Bihua was as wanton as could be; this was no longer the Sister-in-law Bihua I knew!

I slapped her large buttocks and thighs hard, the sound loud and crisp, and then probed around her anus. She went mad, also thrusting hard against me, both of us screaming in pain, yet refusing to stop, and the movements becoming increasingly violent.

Suddenly, Sister-in-law Bihua raised her buttocks and straddled my face, her juices flowing freely, soaking my face. I tried to struggle, but her hips held me captive. She cried out, her body trembling, fluid continuously flowing out. My head was pressed down by her, forced to swallow a lot of something that was neither urine nor water. Sister-in-law Bihua let out a final, deathbed cry and collapsed to the side. Her large, white buttocks were right next to my head, with a pubic area peeking out from behind, less than a foot from my eyes—clearly and blatantly obvious.

I lifted one of her thighs, pressed my face against her groin, and placed my mouth near her vulva, lying motionless and still. We remained like that for a long time. I was immersed in a feeling of self-abandonment and depravity, thinking of nothing but the naked body of Sister Bihua. We were like two worms abandoned in a corner by worldly ethics, our only purpose being to keep having sex and releasing our pent-up desires.

Sister Bihua lay face down on the bed, silent for a long time. Unlike before, I didn't rush to leave after we were done. Afraid she had fallen asleep, I nudged her and called, "Sister Bihua!" Her head moved slightly, and she glanced at me through her half-hidden eyes, but didn't move. I leaned over her back and whispered, "Sister, it's time to go." She didn't answer. Her vulva was pressed against my semi-erect penis, sticky and cold, a strange sensation. I couldn't help but gradually become hard, and I kissed her behind her ear.

Sister Bihua turned her head, tilted it, and met my lips with hers. They were cool, and we touched lightly. I shifted my hips, and my penis entered her, moving slowly in and out.

After a while, Sister Bihua's hips rose higher, and she flipped me over. She tore open my clothes and kissed me wildly all over, finally taking my penis into her mouth, swallowing and releasing endlessly. I flipped her over again and started thrusting, over and over, the two of us rolling around on the bed until we were exhausted.

After Sister Bihua left, I took a basin of water, washed myself, and went outside. The wind outside felt cool. It was quiet all around. Across an open space, diagonally opposite was Qixiu's house. In front of her house was her clothesline, with several pieces of clothing hanging on a long bamboo pole.

I walked over and suddenly saw a light on in her window through the gaps in the clothes. The profile of a young girl's head was quietly reflected in the light—it was Qixiu. She was doing something, and the shadow didn't move for a long time. I stared blankly at the shadow, a cool breeze blowing, and an indescribable sadness and loss welled up inside me.

Suddenly, the window was pushed open, something was thrown out, and then it closed again. I quietly went to the window, picked it up, and went back inside. It was a piece of paper with nothing on it except some scribbles like a primary school student. But I looked at it repeatedly and then put it away before going to sleep.

The next day, I had no classes, and I was in bed. I woke up early but stayed in bed too long to get up. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. I was startled and asked suspiciously, "Who is it?" The day before, I had already told the family who was providing meals that I wouldn't be eating breakfast.

A male voice outside said, "You lazybones, get up!"

I opened the door and was punched in the chest. In my daze, I saw the face of my high school classmate, Liu Gui, who was smiling smugly.

I snapped out of my daze and yelled, "You scared me! What are you doing here?"

Liu Gui grinned and squeezed into the room. I quickly glanced at the bed; there was nothing to hide.

Liu Gui called out to the outside, "Come in!" A girl in a light red top appeared at the doorway, her face fair and bright. She smiled shyly at me. I recognized her as Yueqiu, a girl from the village. Her family didn't have any children in elementary school, so we weren't very familiar.

Liu Gui introduced her, "Yueqiu, um—my—boyfriend!" He chuckled as he spoke. Yueqiu looked at me shyly, "Teacher Li—!"

I quickly said, "Come in, um—sit on the bed!" I had heard that Yueqiu had gotten engaged a few months ago, but I never expected her fiancé to be my high school classmate, Liu Gui!

(III)

After not seeing him for several years, Liu Gui had become much more experienced and capable. His short beard made me feel a bit distant and unfamiliar. Yet, he remained as enthusiastic as ever, which made me quite uncomfortable. We talked for a while, but it always felt like we weren't quite on the same page. Liu Gui suddenly asked, "Is there a toilet around here?"

So I led him to the corner behind the school, where a strong smell of urine permeated the air. A row of chamber pots lined the wall; the boys usually urinated there. The girls and boys had to relieve themselves in the nearby pigsty.

Liu Gui unzipped his pants, pulled out a dark object, and a strong stream of urine shot out. I couldn't help but glance at it. His thing was short and dark, the glans exposed, and thick, dark pubic hair almost completely obscured the penis. Back in school, I always thought his thing was very thick and large, but now it seemed nothing special.

Liu Gui noticed me looking at him and sized me up too, chuckling, "Wow, not small!" Then he asked, "Have you ever had sex?" In our area, we call sex "slapping the pussy."

I chuckled and proudly said, "Of course!" At that moment, I felt very grateful to Sister-in-law Bihua for giving me the experience of being a man.

I asked, "And you?"

Liu Gui replied, "Need you even ask?!"

We exchanged a glance and burst into laughter, the initial awkwardness between us instantly lessening.

Liu Gui nudged my shoulder and said, "Hey, I was just about to discuss something with you. When can I borrow your room? It's inconvenient at her place." He then tossed his head back; Yueqiu was still in my room.

I said, "Good lad! I was wondering why you found me here."

Liu Gui said, "No, no, I just heard you were here and wanted to invite you to her house for some Lei Cha (pounded tea)."

Lei Cha is popular in this area. For happy occasions, important events, or when guests arrive, several pots of Lei Cha are prepared, and neighbors are invited to sit around a few tables, creating a lively atmosphere.

Lei Cha originated from the Hakka people. Sesame seeds, tea leaves, orange peel, etc., are placed in a mortar and pestle, mixed with water, ground and mashed with a pestle, then boiling water is poured over. It's milky white with a hint of tea color, fragrant, delicious, and with an unforgettable aftertaste. It's said to be addictive if you drink too much.

The houses in the flower-lined village were scattered, mostly built alone against the mountainside. Each house had a small earthen platform in front of it, and occasionally two or three houses were built together, belonging to brothers or uncles and nephews. Sometimes I thought that in such a place, a family could keep their doors closed and no outsiders would know what they did.

From the school to Yueqiu's house, the road went up and down, left and right. Yueqiu walked in front, and Liu Gui and I followed behind. Yueqiu had short hair, which swayed forward every time she went downhill, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin on the back of her neck. She walked carefully, each step hesitant, which accentuated her slender waist, making her look delicate and graceful, unlike a typical country girl.

I quietly asked Liu Gui, "Hey! Have you been here with her before?"

Liu Gui smiled and whispered, "What do you think?"

I said, "Definitely, and more than once. Look how round her butt is."

Liu Gui cursed, "Get lost!"

Yueqiu heard this, turned around, and asked, "What are you two talking about?" We laughed. Yueqiu seemed to have guessed something, and her face flushed instantly.

As we approached Yueqiu's house, we could see one or two children playing in the yard. Reaching the door, we found many people already there in the hall. Around the central table stood a circle of women, some taking turns pounding tea, others refilling water and serving tea. Several other tables, temporarily borrowed, were filled with men, women, and children from the village. The slurping sound of pounding tea filled the hall, carrying the delicate aroma of sesame seeds. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air, creating a relaxed and lively scene rarely seen in the secluded village of Huabian.

Qixiu and Sister-in-law Bihua were both there. Sister-in-law Bihua, always the center of attention, was rapidly pounding tea with her arms, joking with those around her. Her whole body trembled slightly with the movements, her buttocks jiggle, and her breasts bounced under her clothes. She didn't notice me enter. Qi Xiu stood to the side, still with that quiet and focused expression, occasionally adding water to the mortar. When she turned around, she saw me, unsure of what expression to make, so she simply turned her head back to look at the mortar, giving me a side view.

As I sipped my tea, my attention was focused on the group of women bustling about. Qi Xiu, dressed in a white shirt and blue pants, looked very innocent and seemed to be in a good mood, responding with a slight smile to anyone who greeted or spoke to her. Qi Xiu's hearing was fine; she just couldn't speak. To the untrained eye, it was hard to tell she was mute; she looked more like a quiet, shy girl.

Liu Gui was busy running around, seemingly familiar with everyone in the village, greeting everyone. A moment later, he sat down next to me and said, "One bowl!" Drinking Lei Cha (擂茶, a type of tea) is sometimes like drinking alcohol; there's urging others to drink, toasting, and even a contest of who can drink the most tea. The host is only happy when the guest is stuffed.

Liu Gui and I finished a bowl, and I said, "You don't seem like a prospective son-in-law at all, so familiar with everyone in the village?"

Liu Gui laughed, "I've been collecting lace in the village for years, how could I not know them?"

I said, "No wonder! Going from house to house, you must have seduced Yue Qiu, right?" The others around laughed.

Liu Gui seemed a little smug, but said, "Look at what you're saying!"

A moment later, Liu Gui put his arm around my shoulder, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "Hey, see that girl in the white dress?"

I followed his gaze and knew he was talking about Qi Xiu, so I asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Gui said, "Gensheng has taken a liking to her, and it seems his parents are going to propose marriage!"

No wonder I kept seeing Gensheng running around Qi Xiu earlier; it turns out he's interested in her! Gensheng's family is from Huabian Village, and his younger brother goes to school there. I've not only been to his house, but I'm also quite familiar with him. Gensheng is strong and sturdy, considered one of the more agile young men in the village.

Would Qi Xiu like him? For some reason, I felt incredibly jealous. Looking at Qi Xiu again, she seemed to have a different air about her than usual. Judging from her attitude towards Gensheng earlier, she didn't seem to dislike him.

As I was observing her, I suddenly saw Yue Qiu tug at her sleeve and come over to my table. Holding her bowl, she said to me, "Teacher Li, let's have a drink together." Qixiu, holding a large ladle, stood beside me. I glanced at her, and suddenly felt a surge of resentment. I looked away and smiled at Yueqiu, "Congratulations on finding such a capable partner as Liu Gui."

Yueqiu glanced at Liu Gui, blushed, and said, "How can I compare to you? A college graduate, and so handsome."

Liu Gui chuckled, his short beard swaying. I felt embarrassed and quickly clinked bowls with Yueqiu, drank my tea, and sat down.

Qixiu refilled their bowls, and Yueqiu drank another bowl with Bihua's father-in-law. Until they left, I kept talking to Liu Gui, not glancing at Yueqiu and Qixiu, but a dull ache lingered in my heart.

The tea drinkers gradually dispersed, but Liu Gui insisted I stay for dinner at Yueqiu's house, and Yueqiu's family also tried to persuade me to stay. I remained there. I wasn't in the mood at first, but after a few drinks, my head started to spin. I let go of some thoughts and drank to my heart's content. I downed bowl after bowl with Liu Gui and Yueqiu, and before I knew it, I was drunk

. When it was time to go home, the whole family rushed out the door. Liu Gui himself was also drunk, and he staggered as he offered to take me back to school. I said, "No need! I'm not drunk!" I pushed him away, and we both almost fell.

Yueqiu, who was standing next to Liu Gui, quickly helped him up, but Yueqiu stepped forward and supported me. I steadied myself and laughed out loud, saying, "Okay, you guys go back, I'm fine!" Her family was worried, and Yueqiu held my arm tightly, wanting to take me home.

I said, "No need!" and pushed her away, but my hand landed softly on her chest. I was startled. Yueqiu didn't say a word in the shadows. Her back was to her house, and the doorway was dimly lit, so the others probably didn't see her. My heart pounded with panic, and I became even more insistent. Her family, unable to dissuade me, finally let me walk back alone.

I staggered along the road, the dark night air cool in the breeze, and the pent-up emotions welled up, a painful and bitter taste. During the time I was entangled with Sister-in-law Bihua, Qixiu had been avoiding me

. At first, I thought she was just annoyed by my ambiguous relationship with Sister-in-law Bihua, but now it seemed, could it be because she had really gotten together with Gensheng? My mind raced, filled with jealousy and suspicion, yet also with self-consolation. In my hazy state, a thought gradually became clear: I must go find Qixiu now!

In the past few days, although I sometimes had a sudden, strong urge to see Qixiu, I had managed to restrain myself, vaguely hoping there might be another chance. Today, suddenly learning about Gensheng's marriage proposal, I couldn't hold back any longer. Coupled with the energy from the alcohol, it all rushed to my head, and I just wanted to see her right now, regardless of the consequences!

As I approached Qixiu's house, my body trembled with nervous excitement. Fueled by the alcohol, I finally reached the back window of Qixiu's house; the light was still on. I gently knocked on the glass, but after a long while, there was no response. So I leaned against the window and called in a low voice, "Qixiu!" I paused, then stubbornly called a few more times, "Qixiu! Qixiu!" All around was quiet, and there was no sound from inside. After a while, my heart relaxed, thinking: she might not be here. But at least I had come to see her.

As if I had completed a task, I suddenly didn't want to see her anymore and turned to leave. But then the back door of her house creaked open, and a figure stepped out. I wanted to hide, but I couldn't move my legs; I stood there awkwardly, legs spread apart. The person approached, near the light from the window, like a dream emerging from the darkness—it was Qixiu! She wore a soft, thin dress, her eyes shimmering, indescribably beautiful in the dim light.

I had so much to say, yet I stared blankly at her, unable to utter a single word. We stood silently facing each other in the darkness for a long time. I exhaled heavily, reeking of alcohol, panting like a wounded wolf.

Qixiu probably smelled my alcohol. She gestured to me, coming to help me up. Her clear face drew near, and I suddenly wanted to cry. I grabbed her hand, wanting to speak, but the words stuck in my throat.

Qixiu tried to pull away, and I instinctively pulled her, losing control due to the alcohol. Qixiu's soft, fleshy body was pulled into my arms, and a youthful fragrance overwhelmed me in the darkness. I became excited, holding her tightly, wanting to crush her. My body swayed, but I couldn't stand, staggering a few steps until I stopped her against the wall, burying my head in her shoulder and neck, breathing desperately.

Qixiu hadn't expected this. Her mouth was open, her head turning this way and that, but no sound came out. I looked up, and her lips brushed past my nose and mouth. A fleeting, cool touch sent me into a frenzy. I found her lips and pressed them down hard. Her soft, icy lips sank in, releasing a sweet fragrance. I had finally kissed her!

Qi Xiu tried to dodge, but wherever her lips went, mine followed, as if glued together, until finally we met. After a long while, we separated, our faces pressed together, our breaths hot against each other. In the blurry light, her face was so close that only her nose, eyes, and mouth were visible, radiating an alluring charm in the darkness.

I mumbled a string of drunken ramblings. Qi Xiu listened, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. I seemed tired of talking, loosening my grip on her waist, slightly separating our tightly pressed bodies. I immediately felt the amazing elasticity of her breasts and the softness of her waist. My erection almost instantly rose, hard and erect between her legs. This was truly exhilarating; a jolt of electricity shot through my entire body.

Qi Xiu's dark eyes flashed with surprise, her body trembled, and she tried to push me away. Her soft fingers parted, bracing against my chest and ribs, as she breathed heavily. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the girlish tenderness between her fingers again, and a powerful will rose within me. I sealed her lips with mine once more, a voice screaming in my heart, "Qi Xiu! Qi Xiu!" I lowered my head, burying my face in her soft, bouncy breasts. In her soft fragrance, I was truly intoxicated, frozen there, motionless for a long time. I don't even remember how I got back to my room.

The next day was Sunday, and I still had no classes. When I woke up, my mouth was bitter and dry, and my throat felt sticky and uncomfortable. I got up and brushed my teeth. I seemed to remember running to see Qi Xiu last night, as if I had gotten into trouble, but the memories were fragmented and unclear. My head was spinning, so I went back to bed.

Around noon, Yueqiu arrived with Qixiu. Yueqiu teased me about being drunk yesterday. I listened anxiously, but since I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, I felt much more at ease. I secretly glanced at Qixiu; she sat there, eyes fixed on her toes, a slight smile playing on her lips. I was a little mesmerized, staring blankly at her.

Yueqiu noticed and, laughing, tried to leave, but Qixiu stood up and was pushed back into a chair. Only Qixiu and I remained in the room. I called out, and she turned and gave me a quick glance. I reached out and hooked her hand around hers. Qixiu turned her head, looking towards the door, her ears slowly turning red, but her hand obediently remained outstretched.

Our hands silently intertwined in the air. A surge of blissful joy filled my entire being. I touched the back of her hand; it was plump and soft, with tiny folds at the base of her fingers, her knuckles curling upwards, each one so delicate and white, like tiny, living things, moving and contracting incredulously.

After a while, she broke free, got up, went to the table to pour water, and gave me her back. I could now see the difference between her and Sister-in-law Bihua. Both had shapely waists and pert buttocks, but Sister-in-law Bihua's were soft and mature, with an alluring exaggeration and casualness. Qixiu, on the other hand, was reserved and restrained. Beneath her clothes, her curves were subtly and bouncy, exuding a girlish strength.

The house was quiet, filled with sweetness and happiness. The following days were the happiest time of my life. After dinner, Qixiu came and sat at the small table by the window to practice writing. I would play with her hair behind her, revealing a section of her fair and delicate neck. Sometimes I would press my hand against her back, guiding her hand and teaching her to write. I couldn't resist anymore, so I would let her sit on my lap, my cheek against hers, one hand under her armpit, scribbling on the table. At this point, she would often suddenly jump up, her face flushed red, and my crotch would be hard and erect.

Qi Xiu was wary and wouldn't come near my bed. Although she often came to my room, I couldn't do anything about it. Sometimes, when I kissed her passionately, she would pant softly, but her hands would always push me away in time. Because I felt especially sorry for her, I couldn't bear to force her. Sister-in-law Bihua came a few times, but seeing Qi Xiu here, she came less often.

One evening, it was raining heavily outside. I opened the door and saw Qi Xiu leaning against the back door of her house, smiling. I waved and called her over. She smiled and shook her head. I ran over and pulled her into the rain, bringing back a soaking wet Qi Xiu. The sky was dark on rainy days, and the room was unlit. I squeezed Qi Xiu behind the door and kissed her.

Qi Xiu closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly. I loosened her collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin from her neck to her chest, which, in the hazy blue light from outside the window, exuded a mesmerizing, fleshy allure. For the first time, my trembling hands unbuttoned her clothes, pushed up her bra, revealing two bright red nipples standing erect on her white skin. I passionately took one into my mouth.

Qi Xiu leaned against the door, her chest thrusting out, then bending over and sinking in. My lips slid down, lingering at her navel, then moving further down. Qi Xiu's hands protected it, dodging. At the waistband of her pants, a section of her hip bone suddenly widened on both sides, as if her pants were about to fall off. Just one glance ignited my passion.

Without any prior warning, I wrapped my arms around Qi Xiu's hip bone and lifted her up. Qi Xiu's waist seemed to bend over. I laid her down on the bed. Her wet clothes were open on both sides, her bra bunched up at her chin, obscuring her face. Her body was a long, white line, her chest completely exposed, with two pointed nipples.

I quickly took off my clothes and threw them aside. When Qi Xiu woke up and tried to get up, I pounced on her, tearing at her with both hands until we were both naked.

Only then did Qixiu suddenly realize the danger and struggle desperately. I yanked off the blanket, plunging the room into darkness and covering both of us. Qixiu writhed under the blanket, giving me even more intoxicating touches of skin. I went completely mad, my hands roaming all over her body, touching only smooth, slippery skin. When I touched her panties, my hands slid inside, revealing her bare buttocks. Further in, my fingers sank into a mass of soft flesh, interspersed with fine hairs.

Qixiu's body trembled, burning hot and smooth all over. I felt my cheeks burning, a burning pain, and a surge of desire made my throat dry. I ripped off her panties and thrust my hard member between her legs. Her lower body recoiled, but I caught her, sinking down, feeling my lower body break through a mass of soft flesh, slowly, inching deeper. The rough, fleshy sensation enveloped me, without the smooth, pleasurable sensation I expected.

But I heard a strange sound, a muffled cry from Qixiu, stuck in her throat. I pulled the blanket over my head and saw tears welling in Qixiu's eyes, her head trembling as she cried out silently. My heart ached, and I pulled her head into my arms, tenderly pressing my face against her cheek. Only then did I remember what my virginity meant to the girls in the village. Could I marry Qixiu? I didn't know myself, only that I felt an indescribable tenderness for the woman in my arms. I was willing to die for her, but I didn't know if I had the courage to face everything that lay ahead.

And my lower body, still inside her, slowly withdrew, a hot liquid seeping between my legs, creeping down my thighs, itchy. I knew I had taken Qixiu's virginity, my heart was in turmoil, I simply held her tightly in my arms for a long time, giving her to myself, and giving myself a silent comfort ---

[This post was last edited by cqsyl on 2003-4-8 22:41]

(IV)

After dinner, Huabian Village was peaceful and quiet. In the distance, amidst the trees, a few people stood scattered in front of several houses. Smoke was still rising from a few rooftops, indicating that some families had cooked late.

I strolled around and came to a small earthen slope, where I saw several children running around on the earthen platform in front of Qixiu's house, some rushing and some blocking, playing a game of "passing obstacles". Qixiu's parents sat on a low stool in the corridor with their rice bowls, occasionally taking a bite, watching them play.

After that incident with Qixiu, although I felt conflicted, I always had a feeling that I regarded her parents as my in-laws, and I often had some thoughts when I met them, even though they were completely unaware of it. Her mother was especially kind to me, and I, a little shy, enjoyed all her care. Sometimes, I even had a fleeting illusion of being her son-in-law.

I lazily watched, my mind racing with random thoughts. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, and my heart skipped a beat.

I quietly circled around to the back door of Qi Xiu's house, slipped under her clothesline, and went into the kitchen. No one was there. I went into the inner room and saw Qi Xiu standing there, the wardrobe open, as she was about to take something out. Her bedroom door was open, and there was a basin of steaming water inside, presumably preparing for a bath.

I was already hard, and silently moved behind her, grabbing her slender waist and feeling the soft, yielding flesh against my skin.

Qi Xiu was startled, her eyes snapping back in surprise.

My hands were on her abdomen, which, though delicate, was plump and alluringly fleshy. She wore a coarse blue floral dress, exuding a strong, hot, feminine scent from her tired body, which was incredibly arousing. I buried my face in her shoulder and neck, breathing heavily, and kissed her there.

Qi Xiu made a soft "hmm" sound, her cheeks flushing red, the flush spreading from her cheeks to the back of her neck. Her face looked frantically towards the door and window, the laughter of children outside was very clear, as if right next to her ear.

Qi Xiu's eyes were hazy with panic, her hands reaching back to push against my arms, but she was too delicate and weak, her panting making her chest rise higher and higher.

My arms tightened, and Qi Xiu's whole body pressed against my chest, full and firm, incredibly alluring, and we both couldn't help but moan. Qi Xiu leaned softly against me, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth half open.

I didn't say a word, and my hand went to undo the blue floral belt at her waist. Qi Xiu covered her waist with her hands, her face full of pleading.

My desire was burning intensely. I was panting heavily as I resolutely pushed her down onto the edge of the bed. I pulled off her pants with both hands and was immediately stunned by what I saw: there was a white mass that looked like a peeled hard-boiled egg, slightly different in that it was tinged with a blush of shyness, so tender that I couldn't help but want to take a bite.

My hand carefully reached up, and Qi Xiu's buttocks twitched. I crouched down, exhaling, and stared intently at the strange, hazy scene before me. Her back was clad in a blue floral dress, which, due to her bent-over posture, trailed up, revealing a smooth, concave area at her waist. Her buttocks rose abruptly, round and large, enveloping her in a feminine, graceful curve, leading down to her plump thighs. The raised area sank in the middle, revealing bright red labia. A few shy, curled hairs adorned her anus, which glistened oilily. I touched it with a finger, and Qi Xiu shuddered, her buttocks shifting to the side.

I opened my palm and traced my hand down her buttocks to her lower back, then back down, lingering on her buttocks before moving down her thighs to between her legs. Wherever my hand went, Qi Xiu's body slumped, going limp.

The silky feel of her skin made my hands itch, drove me wild. I explored every exposed part of her body, and Qi Xiu slumped to one side, her body curled up like a trembling insect.

I swallowed hard, helped her up, and, unable to resist the temptation, extended my tongue, giving her red lips a thorough lick. They were salty, wet, and had her own scent—incredibly stimulating. Qi

Xiu let out a hoarse cry, turning her face back, her fine white teeth biting her lower lip, her face flushed crimson, looking like she was about to cry from shock and shame.

I breathed hot air at her, like a dog devouring its prey, my tongue reaching so far that I buried my face between her thighs. Ah, Qi Xiu was driving me mad! Her attempts to dodge, her struggles, couldn't escape the tip of my tongue!

I couldn't care less about anything else. I pulled out my raging member from my pants, aimed it at her bright red anus, and thrust hard. The oily substance slid in. I held her lower back and started pumping and thrusting wildly. Qi Xiu was lying face down on the bed, her body shaking with each thrust. The folded blankets on the bed were torn apart by her hands, bobbing up and down, pushing the whole bed forward. But I held her lower back firmly and fucked her hard.

It was an exceptionally frenzied moment. The sounds of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, the sound of the bed moving, the sound of my feet rubbing, and my heavy breathing filled the room, sounding strange and exciting.

There was a small, round hole in Qi Xiu's buttocks, the red folds opening and closing. I couldn't help but press my thumb on it, my fingertip slightly digging into the edge of the fleshy opening, where a protruding bone protruded, struggling against my hand.

Unexpectedly, Qixiu was particularly sensitive to this area and couldn't take it anymore. Her upper body stiffened for a moment, rising high in the air before falling back onto the bed. In that instant, her vagina suddenly tightened, gripping my penis so tightly that I couldn't pull it out. Only when she crawled back onto the bed, a gush of fluid flowing out, did my penis suddenly feel free, allowing me to enjoy it.

I thrust in and out countless times, my penis rock hard, without any sign of ejaculation. Qixiu was limp, making muffled gurgling sounds, I couldn't tell if it was from her throat or stomach.

I watched from behind as my penis slid in and out of her, the pleasure so intense that my entire body was taut, making it hard to breathe.

Just then, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the kitchen. I pulled it out with a "pop," rolled it into my pants, and Qixiu hurriedly got up, trying to pull her pants up. Too late! The sound was already at the door. I pulled Qixiu into her room and closed the door.

It must have been Qixiu's younger brother who came in from the other room; his steps were quick and light. He reached the table by the window, and I heard the sound of water being turned, the sound of him gulping down tea, then the sound of a teacup slamming on the table, and then he ran out of the room.

I had just breathed a sigh of relief when the intermittent sounds of dishes being cleared from the kitchen came through again. Qixiu and I stared at each other, listening intently: it seemed I couldn't get out.

Qixiu's pants were pulled up to her waist, unbuttoned, her hair disheveled, her breathing uneven, and her face still flushed. I was about to continue, but then I turned my head and saw steam rising from the bathtub beside her. An idea struck me, and I whispered in her ear, "Go get the clothes and towels."

Qixiu listened without hesitation and was about to open the door when suddenly her face turned bright red, and she hesitated, unable to move. I pleaded, "Okay, Qixiu, go quickly!" and gently pushed her from behind.

Finally, after much hesitation, Qixiu went out quietly to fetch towels and clothes. I heard her mother ask from inside the room, "Qixiu, haven't you started washing yet?" Qixiu naturally couldn't answer. A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and Qixiu hesitantly walked in, stopping behind the door.

I bolted the door and moved closer to Qixiu. She blushed and shook her head, shrinking back.

As soon as my hand reached her collar, she lowered her head and pressed her chin against mine. I began to kiss her, kissing her behind her ear, her neck, and her forehead haphazardly, finally lifting her head and pressing my lips to hers.

In the midst of our passionate kiss, I undressed her piece by piece. Qixiu nestled heavily in my arms, and I placed her in the tub. Although the tubs in the countryside were large, they were only big enough for children; adults usually stood in them, splashing water and washing themselves. But I let Qixiu sit in the tub, then carefully washed her body like a baby. Qixiu shrank back shyly, her face buried against my chest, letting me do as I pleased. With a gaze of wonder, appreciation, and admiration, I lathered her with soap, splashed water, and washed her, without making any move to arouse her desire.

This was an unforgettable, soul-stirring moment in my life. My heart was filled with tenderness; Qixiu was my child, someone I cherished and was deeply moved by.

Afterwards, Qixiu got out of the tub, and I stripped naked and stood inside. Qixiu then helped me wash. She washed silently, then suddenly stopped, pressed herself against me, and silent tears streamed down her face. I held her close, and time flowed by as darkness fell outside the window.

That night, I hid in Qixiu's room, moonlight streaming in through the window, the two of us entangled in a passionate embrace. Qixiu's younger brother slept in the outer room; the soundproofing of the walls was poor, and I could faintly hear his breathing. Qixiu and I were very careful, afraid to make a sound. We first held each other close, and when my member hardened, I guided it in, but couldn't reach the full depth, moving slowly. Qixiu's lips, which were wrapped around my penis, continuously released fluid, wetting the sheets. For a moment, I couldn't resist and thrust hard, hitting my head. The bed shook violently with a creak, and the breathing next door seemed to pause for a moment. Qi Xiu bit my shoulder tightly, and I froze, afraid to move.

Only when Qi Xiu's younger brother started breathing again did I gesture for her to sit on top. She carefully sat down, but refused to move, clinging to my chest. My erection remained inside her, and I gently stroked her smooth back, drifting off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly felt Qi Xiu moving slightly on top. I opened my eyes, and Qi Xiu, shyly clinging to me again, refused to move. I smiled, closed my eyes, and let her try again. Qi Xiu's movements were small, just a slight shift of her hips, squeezing my lower body. An indescribable pleasure washed over me, unprecedented. I lay there quietly, filled with gratitude and tenderness, savoring the gentle pleasure Qi Xiu brought me. I didn't get to sleep for a while until it was almost dawn, holding her close.

In the morning, Qixiu pretended to be unwell and didn't get up for breakfast. It wasn't until her parents went to the fields and her younger brother went to school that I quietly ran back to school and rushed off to class. Thinking of Qixiu, I sneaked to her house during break. Qixiu was sitting by the window, kicking her legs and smiling at me. I went up and kissed her, feeling a little more at ease, and went back to class.

After school in the afternoon, Liu Gui was waiting at my door, looking furtive. When did this guy get to Huabian Village again?

As I got closer, I saw Yueqiu standing far away in the corner, seemingly unbothered by the smell, which made me chuckle. Liu Gui must have come to borrow my room, and Yueqiu, standing there so delicately, was probably waiting to be pricked, I thought.

Liu Gui coughed a few times, and I felt sorry for him. I said, "Comrade Liu Gui, just say what's wrong!"

Liu Gui punched me, and I cried out in pain, "Isn't that a bit much? You ask for help, and you hit me?"

Yueqiu covered her mouth and laughed. I caught a glimpse of it and shouted, "Sister Yueqiu, come save me!"

Yueqiu blushed and laughed sternly, "You deserve it!"

I said indignantly, "Good heavens, are neither of you reasonable, husband and wife?"

Liu Gui grabbed my neck and said gruffly, "Tell me! Will you lend it or not?!"

I nodded repeatedly, "Lend it! Lend it! How can I not lend it? Sister Yueqiu must be getting impatient."

Yueqiu followed me, saying, "Tear his mouth apart!"

I darted away, tossing the keys over, "You'll have to wash my sheets, okay?"

I wandered to the village entrance alone, suddenly realizing that in Huabian Village, I didn't even have a friend to talk to or a place to sit. Dejected, I returned, intending to grab a book and read in the classroom.

Back in my room, the door was closed. I thought, "No way, it's started so soon?" I went to the window, but it was completely covered up. Even the hole that used to be there was now hidden by books. I thought, "Never mind," and

went to sit in the next classroom. But then I saw a door at the end of the blackboard, behind which was where my bed was. A thought struck me, and I went closer, and sure enough, I heard voices inside.

Yueqiu said sweetly, "It's so hard!"

My heart skipped a beat. Liu Gui said, "That kid! He didn't even put on a few more layers of mattress, it's so uncomfortable and makes a terrible creaking noise."

I chuckled, "Oh, he meant the bed board."

"How about... we put his blanket on top?" Liu Gui's voice rang out.

"No, it'll get dirty..." Yueqiu's voice trailed off, then fell silent.

After a long while, Liu Gui hummed in response, the bed shook, and Yueqiu's voice, almost a sob, cried out, "No... don't touch there! Your nails are too long, it hurts!"

Liu Gui snorted, followed by a "smack, smack" sound, then a "tsk tsk" kissing sound. Yueqiu sobbed again.

Liu Gui said, "Your water..."

Yueqiu: "It's all your fault! I... I'm so itchy!"

Liu Gui chuckled a few times, the bed shook a few times, then Yueqiu cried out, "Ouch! Why are you touching there! Move up a little! "

Liu Gui laughed, "I did it on purpose, your bottom is so clean!"

Yueqiu: "You... Oh!" Then, with a loud "plop," the bed shook violently.

I thought to myself, "That Liu Gui is ruthless."

Suddenly, I heard Yue Qiu's voice filling the air, a series of soft moans and whimpers, like a song or a lament, accompanied by the creaking of the bed. It was so loud it almost made your soul scream. My crotch...

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