Ah Lian (Completed)

A-Lian felt me wiping away her tears. She stopped our passionate kiss, opened her eyes, which were red-rimmed, and looked like a wronged little girl. A-Lian straightened up, covering her nipples with her hands, and lowered her head, refusing to look at me. Overwhelmed with shame, I quickly went to her, opened my arms, and embraced the sobbing A-Lian. I tucked my head behind hers, so her body was no longer exposed to me, and kissed her hair, saying, "I'm sorry."
A-Lian's defenses completely crumbled. No longer caring about her naked body, she lowered her hands from her chest, came behind me, and hugged me tightly. At that moment, our hearts were incredibly close, the closest we'd ever been since we met, and her chest was pressed against mine, her nipples against mine. A-Lian cried on my shoulder for a long time. My desire had long since died down, replaced by shame. I knew that everything was over now, and we could never go back to how we were when we first met.
A-Lian loosened her arms and broke free from my embrace. A little distance separated us, and our eyes met, our naked bodies laid bare. A-Lian no longer concealed anything, but my gaze dared not stray any further. I turned my head away, refusing to look at her. A-Lian turned my head back, making us look at each other directly.
A-Lian: Am I pretty?
I nodded.
A-Lian: Am I your type?
I nodded.
A-Lian: Are we still good friends?
I nodded.
A-Lian: Am I dirty?
I nodded instinctively at first, then quickly shook my head. Seeing me nod and shake my head repeatedly, A-Lian chuckled; she probably already knew the answer. A-Lian pressed her body against mine, rubbing her breasts against my nipples, then offered her lips. I initially kept my lips tightly closed, wanting to stop my impropriety towards A-Lian. Seeing my closed lips, A-Lian whispered in my ear: If you don't think I'm dirty, then please accept me. I felt as if I'd been struck by an arrow, caught in a dilemma: continue the desecration, or stop? Should I accept it, or reject it? Before I could think further, A-Lian pushed me down. Her head descended to my groin, her tongue enveloping my limp penis, gently licking and swallowing it. I quickly helped A-Lian up, ceasing all preoccupation, accepting the act as a form of redemption that wouldn't desecrate my soul. We kissed passionately again, the service and being serviced gone, our bodies pressed together in a frenzy. A-Lian tore my disposable underwear open, and in our embrace, I easily removed her bikini. The waterbed shook violently, and my penis, once erect again, immediately slid down A-Lian's open legs. As I reached her opening, A-Lian blocked my path with her hand, opening her eyes. I asked if she had a condom, and A-Lian shook her head, looking at me and saying, "I'm clean."
I pushed aside A-Lian's hands, removing the last line of defense. Mixed with essential oils, sweat, and A-Lian's silky fluids, I thrust inside. A-Lian gasped, then took a deep breath. I was enveloped by A-Lian's tight vulva; the folds inside seemed to possess a powerful suction, drawing my body in. We spread A-Lian's legs, my hands pulling them to the sides and pressing down, opening her paradise to its maximum. This position allowed me to clearly see how our bodies met, and how my own body moved in and out. I took a pillow and placed it under A-Lian's buttocks, causing her lower body to arch upwards at a certain angle, allowing me to effectively receive our bodies together, going deeper and further. But in this position, A-Lian would cover her eyes in embarrassment, refusing to listen to my requests to remove her hands. So I changed positions. I had A-Lian straighten her legs, and I knelt on the outside of her joined legs, pressing my upper body completely against hers. My hands covered her breasts, and I occasionally licked her nipples with my tongue. A-Lian would moan softly from the stimulation. It turned out that A-Lian, like me, had particularly sensitive breasts. I placed another pillow under A-Lian's head so she could arch her body and suckle my nipples. This position was my favorite and most enjoyable. Because A-Lian's legs were closed, her clitoris was more easily stimulated by our thrusting motion. Also, being completely covered by my body gave her a special sense of security. Finally, we reached our climax together. Ah Lian pressed her hands against my buttocks, pushing hard inside me. I increased the amplitude and force of my thrusts until I ejaculated all my semen. Ah Lian seemed to convulse, wrapping her arms around my back, locking me tightly. Her body trembled violently, and her lower body seemed to be sucking at my groin with even greater force. We were covered in sweat, and my eyes were also blurred by the sweat, feeling a bit sore. Our hair was also full of sweat. We locked our bodies together, our tongues making a final entanglement in each other's mouths, unwilling to let go, unwilling to release each other, wishing that this moment could stay a little longer.
I gently picked up A-Lian and we walked into the shower room together. We kissed and washed each other's bodies. As soon as we dried off, I felt aroused again. I pressed A-Lian against the toilet, letting her arms hold onto the closed toilet seat. I knelt behind her and licked her vaginal opening with my tongue. At first, A-Lian struggled to resist, but when my tongue touched her clitoris, she completely gave up. Her buttocks stopped twisting in refusal and instead spread her legs wide open so that my tongue could cover a larger area of her vulva and penetrate deeper into her paradise when it became erect. After everything was wet, I straightened up, held A-Lian's waist, and slowly slid my erect penis into her body. A-Lian cooperated by swaying her body back and forth and twisting her slender waist. I enjoyed it there, feeling the swallowing and enveloping of A-Lian's vulva. We went in and out like this for a long time, and then we released again in the shower room. In this position, A-Lian's already tight vagina exerted even more pressure, and after I ejaculated, it was quickly expelled from her body. The semen flowed out of her vagina. A-Lian was exhausted and didn't rush to get up and wash herself, remaining prone until the semen flowed down her legs and onto the floor. Only then did she get up and we did a final rinse together.
I put on my clothes, and A-Lian tidied herself up and cleaned up the mess, including the shower floor. A-Lian told me to rest for a while and she would leave first. I saw her to the door, and just as I was about to close it, A-Lian turned back and kissed me again, saying, "This isn't what you think. Listen to me, don't come here again."
After saying that, A-Lian closed the door herself. After the lock clicked shut, the small second-floor private room where I was was fell silent, without a sound. I pondered Ah Lian's last words to me, unable to make sense of them. But deciding not to come to the private room on the second floor again was the right thing to do; in such a place, few men could resist the temptation to cross the line. I waited for about ten minutes, then went downstairs again. Ah Lian wasn't in the reception area. The proprietress said I'd spent too long in the private room and would have to pay extra for extra time. I gave my card to Sister Ping and told her to use up the entire balance. Sister Ping was surprised but complied. She promised Ah Lian a large commission for this transaction. Looking at Sister Ping's beaming face, I felt truly disgusted. She was the one running this place, ruining countless men and women. But existence is its own justification; it's hard to say who's right and who's wrong, the perpetrator and the victim. In my heart, I promised Ah Lian I would never come to "Forget-Me-Not" again. I wanted to say goodbye to A-Lian and get her contact information so we could meet outside and not continue our friendship in this awkward place where we first met. But all I got was Ping's reply about A-Lian resigning.
Me: Ping, where's A-Lian? I want to talk to her about something.
Ping: A-Lian's gone. You're lucky you came today; if you'd been half an hour later, you wouldn't have seen her.
Me: What do you mean?
Ping: A-Lian told me she was quitting after finishing her first order this morning. I said I needed to report to the boss, and while I was waiting for his reply, you came. I thought A-Lian would refuse your order, but she did it anyway. It's clear A-Lian treats you differently from others.
Me: Don't lie to me.
Ping: Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask Aquarius or someone else.
Me: Can I have her contact information?
Ping: I'm sorry, we absolutely will not provide our girls' contact information to customers. It's a matter of personal privacy, please understand. But don't worry, I will definitely give A-Lian your commission for today's order. I'll transfer it to her via WeChat later.
I kept pestering Ping for A-Lian's contact information, but she wouldn't give it to me after a long time. Finally, Aquarius came over and persuaded me.
Aquarius: Handsome, forget about A-Lian. If you want a foot massage or health care in the future, just come to us. A-Lian has already retired from this life and will definitely not come back.
Me: Why?
Aquarius: Well, to tell you the truth, A-Lian has paid off her debts and redeemed herself.
Me: Why are you saying this out of the blue?
Ping glared at Aquarius, who was about to say something but swallowed it back. I pressed Ping for answers, and Ping, helpless, pulled me into a private room and told me the truth. It turned out that A-Lian had disappeared for a while because her husband had fallen from a height while working on a construction site in another city. Since her husband was a day laborer with no employment contract and no insurance, the contractor responsible for him ran away after the accident. A-Lian, her in-laws, and their child took her husband home and treated him at a local hospital, exhausting all their savings. However, her husband remained in a vegetative state, showing no improvement. Desperate, A-Lian returned to "Forget-Me-Not" and borrowed money from Sister Ping. Sister Ping, seeing A-Lian's pitiful state, lent her the money, but made her sign an IOU. A-Lian had borrowed from all the relatives and friends she could, and had no other skills to survive. Her family depended on her for food, and her husband was bedridden. With no other options, A-Lian begged Sister Ping to give her a job. Sister Ping sympathized with her but was also helpless.
After returning, A-Lian went to the private rooms on the second floor and started offering male health services. Her income doubled significantly. Because A-Lian was hardworking and had a good appearance and figure, many men sought her services, taking away a lot of business that originally belonged to the Aquarius girl. However, everyone knew how hard A-Lian had worked, and some even pushed their clients onto her. Thinking about the immense pressure A-Lian's frail shoulders bore, I felt terrible for rubbing salt into her wounds.
For the past six months, A-Lian had been working, supporting her family, and paying for her husband's medical treatment, while intermittently paying back the money she owed Sister Ping. Two months ago, A-Lian's husband couldn't hold on any longer and passed away. Although she no longer had to pay exorbitant medical bills, the debts were still substantial, especially the money owed to Sister Ping. Sister Ping had initially offered to waive some of A-Lian's debts, but A-Lian insisted on using her salary to pay them off, especially since her family depended on her. Finally, A-Lian paid off all the debts she owed Sister Ping, and after her last client, she met me.
I fought back tears as I listened to Sister Ping tell A-Lian's story. A-Lian had told Sister Ping not to tell outsiders, especially not me, about her family affairs. In everyone's eyes, I was an unusual customer for A-Lian—the only customer she didn't want to take to the private room on the second floor. I snapped at Sister Ping, asking why she hadn't told me sooner, and why she had made A-Lian a prostitute. Sister Ping thought I was being unreasonable. She firmly told me that her foot massage parlor didn't have any prostitutes.
I said, "You're vicious! You're making such a good girl work as a prostitute to pay off debts?"
Sister Ping replied, "Please show some respect! The girls here aren't prostitutes! My biggest service is 498, which is butt sex! It's not prostitution. My girls all have their bottom lines! A-Lian also has hers. She may seem unclean to you, but she's clean to me—a hundred times cleaner than all the respectable men out there. Please don't come back! Leave now!"
With that, Sister Ping slammed the door and stormed out, muttering, "What a piece of trash!"
I plopped down on the sofa, thinking about everything that had just happened with A-Lian. I recalled her words:
"Am I dirty? I'm clean. Am I dirty? I'm clean. Am I dirty? I'm clean. Am I dirty? I'm clean."
"This isn't what you think. Listen to me, don't come back."
A-Lian's words brought tears to my eyes. I felt so dirty, inside and out. I had not only dirtied myself, but I had also dirtied A-Lian.
When I left "Forget-Me-Not," pairs of eyes stared at me as if they wanted to devour me. The word "dirty" took on a new meaning for me that day. Sometimes what you see isn't necessarily true.
Some people live elegantly, some live desperately. A-Lian taught me the meaning of "dirty" in my life. I never saw A-Lian again, and I didn't deserve to see her, or even to receive her forgiveness. But I know that, to A-Lian, I was treated uniquely.
Living, dirty, dirty, living... ...

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