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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulgent Desire] Chapter 126: Lustful Family (7)

"Master." She folded her panties and carefully presented them to me with both hands.
I quickly pulled the panties into my hands, afraid that someone would see them.
The air was filled with the girl's rich body fragrance.
Holding the warm panties in my hands, my fingers actually touched sticky liquid.
I stared at her in surprise. Did my senior get aroused when she took off her panties?
I thought of the lewd juices slowly dripping down her thighs between her legs under her short skirt. My penis throbbed violently.
"What's next?" she said softly. "I understand, what you said, brother!"
It was Wanrong's voice. Wanyi quickly broke free from my embrace, her face flushed.
Suddenly, Wanyi whispered something in my ear.
I nodded repeatedly and occasionally gave Wanrong a little wicked smile.
"Oh, Wanyi, what did you say to him? Look how scary my smile is." "Wanrong called out to me.
Just as Wanyi left my side, I lunged at Wanrong.
"Ouch!"
Wanrong cried out.
It was because I grabbed her and tried to force my way into her mouth.
She dodged left and right, trying to avoid my mouth, saying repeatedly, "Oh, no, no, it's so embarrassing."
My tongue gently parted her teeth, sucking, licking, and teasing, kissing Wanrong so hard that she held my head tightly, her throat emitting "Mmm... um... mmm... um..."
Wanrong's reaction was quite passionate, quite eager.
At this moment, Wanyi clapped her hands and cheered, shouting,
"Brother, hold me tighter, tighter!"
"Big sister, look how intimate they are, they can't even separate them." "
When Wanrong and I heard that Sister Wanni was back, we quickly separated. Looking around, we couldn't find her, and realized we'd been tricked.
Wanrong blushed, her face turning as red as the evening glow.
Wanyi laughed loudly, slapping the sofa.
I went over, grabbed her, and pushed her down onto the sofa, pinning her down. I tried to kiss her too, but she, like her sister, was just putting on a show.
We kissed for what seemed like forever, Wanrong and Wanyi taking turns, my lips going numb, but I just didn't want to leave those two tender, red lips.
'In broad daylight, you dare to be all lovey-dovey here? Where do I rank?'
Hearing Sister Wanni's voice, I immediately sat up straight, looking terrified. The three girls burst into laughter, a chaotic mess.
'Look at you, so shameless!'
'Big sister, why don't you let him kiss you too? I know you haven't been affectionate in a long time. '" "
After Wanyi finished speaking, Wanni's face turned as red as a persimmon.
"Yes, yes, sister should kiss brother too, otherwise it's not fair."
I stepped forward, grabbed Wanni's hand, and gave her a long, hot kiss.
"Kissing this one, kissing that one, I almost couldn't resist grabbing one and fucking her hole to vent my anger.
Wanni said at this moment, "Okay, stop playing around, we should go and cook, otherwise everyone will go hungry."
Indeed, no matter what, we all need to eat and replenish our bodies.
There are three more days until the house is finished. After three days, who will let me fuck her hole first? Who will it be!
In the anticipation of day and night, the upstairs room was finally finished. Of course, in order to be good to them and to show loyalty and responsibility, I left the company, left Wang Shaoyu's entanglement, and began to be the good husband and good brother in their eyes.
To celebrate this special day, Sister Wanni cooked extra dishes for us to enjoy. We chopped up everything on the table, leaving not a single bite.
Since tonight was my special night with the three sisters, I was especially excited and had been eagerly anticipating our encounter. However, Sister Wanni said,
"Go sleep in the guest room downstairs. That's your room from now on."
"But, I'm supposed to sleep upstairs tonight
, right?" "There are no 'buts' or 'no.' Once the three of us have discussed it, someone will come downstairs to keep you company," Sister Wanni insisted.
"Why do we have to do this? Wouldn't it be better if we all slept together?"
"It would be better, but it'll have to wait a few days. Are you going or not? If you don't go, you'll never be allowed into our room again."
"Sister Wanni, can you tell me who's coming first tonight?"
"Oh dear! They're bound to come sooner or later. You'll find out tonight."
"Sister, can't you tell me first?"
"No, alright, go back to your room!"
I went to my room, feeling both unhappy and expectant.
Time passed, and I waited for her, but she didn't appear. I grew anxious and panicked. More than half the night had gone by, and there was still no knock at the door. Never mind, I had to go upstairs and find out.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Sister Wanni standing there. My anger immediately subsided. Seeing her delicate appearance, her charming and endearing face, I couldn't bear to ask her why. Silently, I led her into what I considered our bridal chamber.
"Sister, how long have you been here? Why didn't you knock?"
"You opened the door as soon as I arrived."
"Sister, I missed you so much, I love you so much, I'll always be grateful to you."
"Brother, I don't ask anything of you, I just hope you treat my daughter and me well, and don't let us down again. You know, these are our words, remember them."
Hearing this, I was truly moved. I gently patted her shoulder, and turned on a small lamp to soften the room's light.
Sister Wanni nestled into my arms, deliberately spraying some perfume on herself. I knew her intentions, and how much she cared for me.
She slowly raised her head, gazing at me with an age-old look. We didn't speak; everything proved that we would always belong to each other.
Our clothes fell away naturally, without affectation or pretense. We relied on each other, seeking each other's strength, giving each other the true meaning of love.
Before we knew it, we were locked in a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues entwined in each other's mouths, indistinguishable from one another…
Wan Ni's breathing became short and rapid, her chest heaving. I gently laid her down on the bed, lowered my head to kiss her breasts, and began to caress and gently rotate her sensitive areas.
"Mmm…mmm…uh…uh…"
Wan Ni moaned, her hand grasping my penis, gently stroking it back and forth, following her nipple, sucking down, kissing her intoxicating...

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〖Volume 2: A Life of Indulgent Desire〗 Chapter 127: Lustful Family (8)

Her vaginal fluids flowed like a flood from a reservoir. I kissed her pubic hair, labia, and finally her most sensitive clitoris. Her red clitoris, swollen and congested with blood due to excessive excitement, appeared even more prominent and alluring.
“Mmm…mmm…so beautiful…beautiful…mmm…so beautiful…mmm…
mmm…so comfortable…so beautiful…mmm…mmm…so beautiful…”
“Mmm…mmm…so good…mmm…beautiful…mmm…mmm…”
“Good little brother…mmm…can’t take it…mmm…can’t take it…mmm…”
Sister Wan Ni’s thrusts became faster and faster, and her hands gripped my head tightly, her buttocks constantly pushing forward.
"Mmm...good little brother...mmm...stop licking...mmm...stop licking...I'm so weak...please...mmm..."
"Mmm...I can't take it...mmm...mmm...I can't take it...mmm...use your...mmm...big little brother...use your...fuck me...I can't take it..."
Sister Wan Ni's moans, coupled with the vigorous swaying of her hips, had brought her to the brink of begging and madness.
The lustful fluids inside her vagina, like plum blossoms, flowed in and out, her labia opening and closing as if trying to clamp something.
"Please...I can't take it...it's so itchy inside...ah...I can't take it...good little brother...good husband...use your big one to stop the itch..."
"Big brother...I really can't take it...please fuck me...fuck me to death..."
In fact, I had already reached my limit, my penis was about to burst, and I had to quickly find a bucket of water to soak it.
With a "whoosh," it entered that plump and wet flesh cave.
"Ah... Jiong... beautiful... so beautiful... so beautiful... um... so beautiful..."
"My dear husband... ugh... it feels so good... oh... I feel so good... oh..."
"Good sister... oh... oh... your big dick is so good... oh... oh..."
"Ah... big brother... um... so beautiful... um... um... beautiful... my good husband... I want you to fuck me to death... um... um... fuck me to death... um..."
"Oh... oh... it feels so good... sister... sister... I love you so much..."
The big one was so powerful, inside the sister it was like a dragon churning, a fish leaping in the water, it was really beautiful.
The sister was really lewd to the extreme, screaming and shouting, her hands tightly holding my buttocks, her vulva kept thrusting upwards, as if she had to eat the whole thing up completely before she was satisfied.
Suddenly, my sister cried out as if screaming, "Good husband... oh... good brother... faster... faster... harder... oh... faster..."
"Big brother... oh... my good lover... I'm going to heaven... oh..." "
Good sister... oh... oh... I feel so good... oh... so comfortable... oh..."
"Jiong... ah... I'm going to heaven... ah... I'm going to heaven... I'm so beautiful..."
"Sister... sister... hold me tight... fuck me tight... ah... ah... oh... so good, so good... oh... ah... brother... you're so hot and comfortable... oh... oh... brother... I love you..."
Short, rapid breaths, drenched in sweat, both my sister and I were covered in sweat, especially the sheets, which were already soaked.
I slowly turned over and pulled her into my arms, my hands gently caressing her. "
Sister, were you comfortable just now? Were you wet?"
"Good brother, you made me feel so good, I almost went to heaven." "
Sister, why do you make me sleep downstairs instead of upstairs?"
"Good brother, it's not that we don't want you to sleep, but the three of us sisters are always embarrassed when we do 'that', so we decided to let you sleep downstairs, and we'll come down to keep you company every day. Do you understand, Mom?"
"Sister, I understand. Thank you for your thoughtfulness."
"I thought you'd be furious, but you don't seem angry, do you?"
"Sister, I am a little angry, but when I think about how it was your arrangement, my anger disappears."
"Sister, I want more."
"You're really lustful. We just finished, and you want more already." "
I stopped talking, but showed through my actions that I was indeed going to force myself on her.
I kissed her slightly parted cherry lips, her mouth glistening with moisture. My hand was about to make some casual moves when I saw her sit up.
She leaned down, using her hand to support the base of my large penis, which was soft and pliable. In a moment
, she swallowed it like a sausage. Sister Wanni's mouth was so hot, and she held it so tightly that it made my penis swell up.
"Oh...oh...so good...so good...oh...oh...so good..."
"Sister...oh...sister...you're sucking so well...it feels so good...oh..."
"My good lover...oh...good sister...oh...I'm so happy...oh..."
"Sister...sister...oh...I love you...oh...it feels so good...oh..."
"Oh...sister...oh...it feels so good...oh...I feel so good...oh..."
"Good sister...your mouth is so good...oh...sister...I'm going to die of pleasure...oh..."
"Oh...oh...beautiful...beautiful...it's so beautiful...oh...oh...I want...oh..."
"Sister...sister...I want to suck it again...I want to...oh...if you do that I'll come..."
Suddenly a tingling sensation shot through my penis. I quickly pushed my sister's head away. I can't suck it anymore, or it'll be too late. Sister, turn your back to me, I'll come from behind. "
Sister, let me put my hand over first, it'll feel better later..."
My hands grabbed my sister's breasts, and my big penis smoothly entered her vagina.
"Ah...ah..."
"Good brother...um...this kind of dry hole feels so good...um..."
"Good brother...um...so numb and tingling...um...um...I feel so good...um..."
"Sister...sister...oh...your grip is so big...um...so good..."
"um...um...big brother...you're so good inside...um...um..."
"um...good husband...um...so beautiful...um...so good..." "
Such a horny hole...oh...sister...I love you...oh...sister...oh..."
"Good husband...good lover...um...I love you to death...oh...so good...um..."
"um...um...I'm about to cum...um...I'm so beautiful...um..."
My big penis kept thrusting in and out of my sister's vagina, and my hands kept kneading my sister's vagina, making her feel so good and comfortable.
"Oh...good...big and so good...oh...sister...I feel so good being wrapped up...oh..."
“My good husband… um… you’re so good at fucking… um… you do it so beautifully… um…”
“Um… um… good brother… I feel so good… so good… um…”
“Good… oh… I want… ah… ah… faster… I’m going to heaven… faster…”
“Faster… harder… ah… ah… I’m going to… ah… I’m going to heaven… oh… I’m going to die from pleasure… good husband… ah…”
“A thick stream of vaginal fluid completely invaded my penis, a wave of numbness washed over me, and I couldn’t hold back my semen, which shot into my sister’s vagina like a fountain. My penis
throbbed and contracted again and again, making my sister feel so happy.
After two orgasms, my sister Wan Ni and I hugged each other and leaned on each other until we fell asleep, until dawn.
“Get up, the sun is already shining on your butt, and you’re still sleeping.”
“Oh, sister, can I sleep a little longer?”
“No, I have to go out today, don’t stay in bed.”
“What is it, why are you in such a hurry? ” "
We're going to the court for a notarized marriage, why aren't you going?"
"Okay, really, okay, I'll go right away, sis, let's all go together, right?"
"The whole family is waiting for you, hurry up, hurry up, you're so annoying, where are you going?"
"I'm going to the bathroom, why?"
"You're not wearing pants, you're so annoying." "
It was too late. I had already run across the room completely naked and was right between the bathroom and the living room.
When I heard my sister shout, I quickly looked down and saw that I was not only naked but also swaying. I immediately noticed my surroundings. When I looked
, my mother, Wanrong, and Wanye all lowered their heads. Oh, I know.
I ran back to my room like a shot and saw my sister Wanni covering her mouth and laughing.
I quickly put on my shorts and went out again, walking straight into the bathroom without looking back.

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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulging in Desire] Chapter 128: A Family of Desire (9)

After completing the formalities, I returned home. I kept thinking about the embarrassing incident in the morning. This time, I was really embarrassed. I even closed the door. Finally, my main room... Sister Wanni came in and advised me not to take this small matter to heart.
"Husband, don't be like this. Sooner or later, we will all be honest with each other, right?"
"Sister, it's not that I care, but I'm really embarrassed. " "
Oh, you're actually shy? I didn't realize you were such a lecher!"
"Sis, being lecherous is one thing, but timing is another!"
"Okay, forget about it. I won't be keeping you company tonight."
"Why?"
I asked knowingly.
"It's what we agreed on. It's your turn to keep you company tonight. You can't do what you did to her at the hotel last time, leaving me unable to walk for days, understand?"
"Yes, I will." "
You should rest well. There's a battle tonight, and you'll have to deal with it."
"Sis, won't you lie down with me for a while?"
"Good brother, I have things to do. You go to sleep."
Watching my sister's every move, I felt both love and respect for her.
So I nestled against her, hoping to get a good night's sleep and prepare for the night's battle.
That night, I was going to spend the night with my second wife.
Waiting in the room, I finally heard someone knocking on the door.
Bang, bang, bang.
"Who is it?"
"It's me!"
came a soft reply.
"Come in, the door's unlocked."
Wanrong pushed open the door and came in.
She was wearing a white silk blouse and a blue pencil skirt, looking so harmonious and gentle.
But she still stood shyly by the door.
"Wanrong, lock the door. Come here, come to me."
"Are you very nervous? Are you scared?"
"I am a little nervous and scared."
"Wanrong, you don't need to be scared. It won't hurt for long, but soon you'll feel comfortable, beautiful, and happy."
"But I'm still scared."
Without thinking twice, I gently pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair and her face. Gradually, I brought my lips to hers.
I quickly took off her clothes and my own shorts.
Wanrong struggled and moaned in my arms.
Wanrong's face was as red as a persimmon.
Wanrong's breathing became more and more rapid, short and hurried.
I slowly lowered my head, nibbling at her grape-like nipples, while my hands began to tease Wanrong's vulva.
Wanrong's juices flowed like urine, running down her thighs.
Naturally, Wanrong slowly collapsed onto the bed, and I gazed intently at her body.
Her pair of white, beautiful, and firm breasts resembled bamboo shoots in the mountains.
Her cherry-like mouth, with its distinct lines, was full of alluring pride, both charming and passionate. Her skin was white and tender, her figure perfectly proportioned, and the triangle at the bottom of her thighs, covered with soft pubic hair, revealed a fleshy crevice. Her thighs, like spring onions, and her alluring waist were brimming with sensuality and captivating power.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but drool, my mouth throbbing almost to bursting. I gently parted her legs, revealing a bright red vulva.
I couldn't resist the urge to devour it, so I lowered my head and began licking her enchanting triangle with my tongue.
“Ah…ah…um…how beautiful…how comfortable…um…”
“Um…um…I’m so beautiful…oh…so beautiful…um…”
“Brother…so good…brother…so beautiful…um…”
“Good brother…um…um…almost beautiful…um…” “Um…so comfortable… um…so beautiful…” Wanrong was excitedly being licked, moaning frequently. She kept shaking her legs . She kept twisting her hips. Her hands tightly gripped my head. “Um…
um…brother…brother…I’m so itchy…um…um…so itchy… ” “Um…um… so itchy…brother…use the dry one …brother…use the dry one…” “Brother…brother…I’m so itchy…brother…it’s so comfortable and itchy…” “Um…um…so itchy and I’m impotent…um…brother…use the dry one…” “Brother…brother…I’m so itchy…hurry up and go for it…brother…it’s so comfortable and itchy…” “hurry up and go for it…it’s so comfortable and I’m impotent…um…brother…hurry up…hurry up and do it…”

"Mmm...mmm...I'm so weak again...mmm...mmm..."
At this moment, Wanrong was like a beautiful lamb waiting to be slaughtered, constantly wailing and moaning, looking like she had nowhere to turn for help.
As for me! My whole body was burning hot, and lust was burning like a raging fire.
All I wanted to do was fuck her, I wanted to fuck Wanrong's.
I pressed Wanrong down, pressing her down on her beautiful and alluring body.
I was ready to enjoy this paradise of innocence.
Wanrong's vagina could no longer resist the stimulation of lust and passion. Her
vaginal fluids flowed out like the Yellow River overflowing.
Her two labia opened and closed and writhed, as if trying to hold something.
Her clitoris, moistened by the vaginal fluids and the raging fire of passion, appeared even more bright red and dazzling.
My penis was on top of hers, but it was in no hurry to go in.
It just rubbed back and forth between her vulva and her clitoris.
The intense friction caused Wanrong's body to jerk violently, her vulva desperately pushing upwards.
The friction intensified her need for more, her greater craving for more lubrication.
I slid down slightly, my large head aligned with her vulva, and with a slight effort, thrust in.
Only about two inches in when I heard Wanrong scream.
"It hurts...it hurts so much...don't move...it hurts so much..."
"Brother...it hurts unbearable...brother...it hurts so much..."
I looked at Wanrong; tears streamed from her eyes, her face alternating between pale and flushed.
I held my large penis still, channeling my inner energy to make it move, throb, and gently tremble.
I kissed her earlobes, neck, forehead, and lips, while gently caressing her sensitive breasts.
Several minutes passed.
Wanrong's face turned from pale to red, her cherry-like lips slightly parted.
I felt her penis seem to have pushed upwards twice.
“Brother, um…it doesn’t hurt as much now…try doing it again.”
Her hands were wrapped around my buttocks, as if urging me to thrust in forcefully. My
penis, still powerful, pushed again, immediately reaching her clitoris, but Wanrong almost fainted from the pain.
“Ah…it hurts…oh my god…it hurts so much…it’s splitting…”
“Nan…ah…the force is too strong…it’s splitting…”
“Stop…don’t move…I can’t take it…it hurts…”
“Wanrong, just bear with it, it will feel better soon.”
“Brother…but it hurts so much, it feels like my penis is bursting…”
“Good sister, in a few minutes, you’ll feel different.”
“Wanrong, I’ll start moving gently now, slowly pulling in and out. If it hurts a lot, I’ll stop.”
So, I gently pulled my penis out and put it back in her opening, doing this dozens of times.
Wanrong didn’t even flinch. I knew it was okay, but I was still gently thrusting.
After a few minutes, she gradually began to enjoy the pleasure and experience happiness.
The amount of vaginal fluid flowing was even greater than before, and the comfortable sounds coming from her throat were much more pleasant than before.
"Ah...ah...I...um...my lower body is so itchy...um..."
"Brother...brother...my lower body is so itchy...um...um...faster...brother..."
"um...it's so itchy...um...please...brother...thrust harder...um..."
"Good brother...it won't hurt anymore...do it as much as you can...brother..."
"Good sister...you're starting to feel good, aren't you..."

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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulging in Desire] Chapter 129: Lustful Family (10)

Looking at Wanrong's lewd expression, my original tenderness and pity for her was overwhelmed again. Now, regardless of whether she was really in pain or not, I was going to start showing off.
Every time the big stick went all the way in, her buttocks would rotate, and every time it was pulled out, it was pulled out completely, giving her a feeling of being both real and unreal, making her feel great beauty continuously.
My thrusting made Wanrong feel even more comfortable, and she moaned repeatedly.
“Mmm…mmm…so comfortable…mmm…so beautiful…mmm…mmm…”
“Mmm…mmm…so good…so beautiful…mmm…”
“Brother…so good…mmm…I’m so good…mmm…”
“Good sister…oh…you’re so beautiful…oh…oh…”
“Mmm…sister is so good…mmm…so good…mmm…”
“Big brother…mmm…I’m so happy…mmm…mmm…”
“Oh…I’m so good…oh…I’m so good so good…oh…”
“Brother…it feels so good to fuck you…mmm…mmm…”
“Good…mmm…good brother…you’re so good…mmm…”
“Sizzle…sizzle…sizzle…sizzle…”
“Slap slap…slap slap…slap slap…”
The sound of the big stick hitting flesh, plus the sound of Wanrong’s lustful fluids.
“Mmm…mmm…you’re so good at it…mmm…so good…mmm…”
Wanrong’s moans were continuous, so charming, so lewd.
Her two legs were kicking and thrusting wildly, like kicking a football.
Wanrong's expression was absolutely gorgeous, overflowing with lust. A blush appeared on her face, her breath was soft and
sweet , and her beautiful eyes were slightly open. This expression made my blood boil and my heart race.
"Brother... um... so beautiful... um... so beautiful... oh... um..."
"Big brother... beautiful... so beautiful... um... I'm going to die of pleasure... um..."
"Ah... so good... so good... oh...
so good... um..." "Brother... um... big... um... so good... um... so wonderful... um... so good." "
... um... big brother... you're doing it so beautifully to me... um..."
I saw her moaning wildly, her hands tightly holding me, her legs raised high, her hips working hard to meet my thrusts.
Seeing Wanrong so unrestrained and wanton, her slender waist swaying, displaying all kinds of lewdness, I thrust even harder and harder, like a galloping horse, like fuel for a raging fire, thrusting fiercely, making mountains crumble and rivers change color.
"Ah... Brother... Faster... Harder... Ah... I'm going to die of pleasure... Jiong... Faster
... Ah... I'm going to ascend to heaven... Ah... Ah..."
"Ah... Brother... I'm so happy... I'm so satisfied... Ah... Ah..."
I pulled out my entire penis.
"Ah!"
Wanrong cried out for no reason.
"Good sister, what's wrong?"
"I feel like something's missing, so empty."
"Who taught you those moans? They sounded so familiar."
Wanrong blushed and lowered her head, saying,
"I heard my sister's moans and unintentionally memorized them. Some of them I just made up."
"You were moaning so loudly, like you were afraid people wouldn't know you were being fucked."
"Brother, I promise I won't moan so loudly next time, but sometimes, even when I want to be quiet, I just end up being so loud."
"It's okay. Tomorrow night I need to verify something, and then I'll understand what happened."
"Brother, what is it? Can you tell me?"
"You'll know later."
"Brother, you weren't doing anything just now, so why are you all soft now?"
"Because it has nothing to do, so it's resting."
"Brother, it feels so good to be fucked by you. I never thought being fucked could be so pleasurable. If I had known, I would have been with my sister and sent you to fuck me long ago."
“Wanrong, it’s not too late now. Besides, you’re already my wife. You three sisters will be with me for a long time. Whenever you want, I’ll relieve your itch.”
“Brother, I love you. I’ll always let you have me!”
I gazed at her for a long time, and her gaze met mine, so firm, so real.
Moved, I pulled her into my arms, gently kissing her hair, inhaling her youthful fragrance and the sweet scent of her flesh.
Our lips met, our tongues clashed, our breasts intertwined, our hands embraced, our navels met, one and two.
We were intertwined again, our bodies expressing the resonance of our souls. We were not only physically possessing each other, but also spiritually, sharing a deep connection.
At this moment, the need within us rose again, that primal passion surged once more, and the deepest desires of our hearts resonated once more.
Wanrong laid me down on the bed, gently caressing my face and chest, then slowly moved her head towards my genitals.
She stuck out her tongue, licking my testicles and pubic hair, finally moving to my penis. Her jade-like hand grasped the base of my penis, her tongue circling and licking the head and cleavage, then gently taking half of it into her mouth, sucking deeply and gently.
This sucking almost made me faint; I could barely muster any strength, my whole body filled with an indescribable pleasure, it was truly wonderful, incredibly wonderful.
I gently pushed her, making her turn over, placing it in front of my mouth.
She was already soaking wet, her pubic hair completely wet. I brought my tongue to her vulva and clitoris, licking and gently biting, my hands also cupping her breasts.
This made her buttocks sway incessantly, her juices dripping all over my face.
Wanrong and I performed oral sex on each other for a while. Suddenly, she got up and said to me, "Brother, I feel so itchy and empty inside. Brother, I want you."
"Good sister, tell me, what do you want!"
"Brother, you're the most annoying. You know I'm unbearably itchy, but you still tease me."
After saying that, she flicked my penis.
"Sisi means you want it! Isn't that right!"
I laughed a few times, then suddenly rolled over and pulled Wanrong to the edge of the bed. I was about to use my most prized skill again.
For Wanrong, this would be a tough battle.
I rubbed my penis against her clitoris a few times, making her scream and cry out in pleasure.
With a sizzling sound, my penis entered her completely.
I moved it in and out, then twisted my hips, letting the head of my penis rub against her clitoris, making her feel incredibly good.
Wanrong seemed to be enjoying herself again, and her moans came out again, her hips rising and falling to meet the thrusts of my penis.
"Ugh... ugh... so comfortable... so beautiful... ugh... you really know how to insert... ugh..."
"Good brother... oh... oh... my flower is so beautiful... ugh... oh... so beautiful..."
"Oh... oh... good sister, your... is so beautiful... oh... oh..."
"Big brother... ugh... good brother... oh... I feel so good... ugh... ugh..."
"Ugh... oh... my flower feels so good... ugh... brother... you're doing it so beautifully... ugh..."
"Good sister... oh... wait a minute... I'm going to fuck you hard... oh... I'll fuck you hard... I'll fuck you hard... oh..."
"Oh... brother... so good... oh... fuck me hard... ugh... fuck me hard... ugh... I feel so good... ugh..."
I pulled out my big cock, sighed deeply, and focused my energy. In that instant, my cock swelled up much more than usual.
With a "whoosh,"
the big cock was about to be inserted, and it was going to be so pleasurable that it would reach the ends of the earth.
"Stretch your back, push harder.
Slap, slap, slap, such a crisp fleshy sound."
*Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle*, a loud splashing sound.
"Ah...ah...it hurts...it's so swollen...ah...why did your big one suddenly swell up so big...it hurts...brother...brother...be gentler...be less forceful...I can't take it...ah...it hurts...brother...ah..."
"Wanrong...oh...my good sister...oh...good sister...oh...okay...oh...bear with it...oh...bear with it for a while...oh...oh..."
"Brother...Jiong...brother...you're fucking too hard...ah...too hard...it hurts so much...ah...your big one is so big...ah..."
I ignored her cries of pain and continued to fuck her hard, thrusting
in and out. Her juices, drawn out by the big hole, splashed onto her inner thighs, pubic hair, and the surrounding area, making them sticky and wet, quite greasy.
Wanrong, after this period of fucking, was a little dazed, lying sprawled out, no longer kicking or thrusting wildly, only moans escaping her throat.
“Brother… ah… brother… I’m numb… ah… numb and tingly… ah… my flower feels so good… you’re fucking me so hard… ah…”
“Good sister… oh… good Wanrong… oh… you’ll feel good in a bit… oh…”
“Hmm… I can’t take it… hmm… brother… be gentle… brother… hmm…”

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〖Volume 2: A Life of Indulging in Desire〗 Chapter 130: Lustful Family (11)

I fucked Ling Wanrong like this, about two hundred times, and she seemed to wake up. Gradually, she started moaning again, and her buttocks writhed even more and faster.
“Hmm… hmm… brother… it feels so good and painful to be fucked by you… hmm… hmm…”
“Big brother… oh… my flower feels so good… oh… hmm…”
“Good Wanrong… good sister… are you starting to feel good… oh…”
“Hmm… flower… so beautiful… hmm… brother… dong… dong… starting to feel good…”
“Oh… it feels so good to be fucked… hmm… hard… yes… fuck me hard…”
“Mmm…mmm…so good…brother…mmm…so comfortable…mmm…I’m so happy…oh…my flower is so beautiful…oh…I’m so happy…oh…”
“Ah…brother…faster…faster…brother…I’m going to heaven…ah…brother…faster…I’m so happy…ah…faster…I’m so happy…ah…”
“Good sister…oh…wait for me…bear with it…okay…bear with it…oh…”
“Good brother…ah…ah…can’t take it…ah…I’m going to come…ah…faster…ah…brother…faster…ah…oh…ah…I’m going to heaven…ah…I’m so happy…so…happy…oh…I’m so beautiful…I’m going to heaven…”
“Wanrong…oh…oh…ah…I’m going to come…ah…I’m coming…ah…good hole…brother is so beautiful…so comfortable…oh…oh…”
A thick stream of semen completely poured onto Wanrong’s flower, scalding her so much that she trembled and cried out again. Oh, so tired, so tired, I gasped for breath, sweat dripping down like rain.
"Wanrong, did you enjoy it? Did you feel good?"
"Brother, you went too far, I really can't take it anymore, brother, wipe your sweat!"
"Brother, let's sleep, it's almost three o'clock."
Under Wanrong's gentle comfort, I hugged her, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware of what was happening.
When I woke up in the morning, it was almost ten o'clock. I looked at Wanrong in my arms, her lips curved in a spring-like smile, her eyes as alluring as spring itself, and then at her body, her snow-white skin...
"Get up, it's already ten o'clock. Get the clothes and sheets out, I need to wash them."
I heard it was Sister Wanni's voice, and I gently shook Wanrong, who was still dreaming.
"Wanrong, get up, sister needs to wash clothes, we'll take the clothes and sheets over."
Wanrong rubbed her sleepy eyes and said,
"Just let sister come in and get them, why did you have to wake us up? Sister, really."
I got out of bed without saying a word, opened the door and let sister come in.
When Wanni saw me naked again, without pants, her face flushed red all the way to her ears. I pushed her away and hugged her, kissing her face and lips repeatedly.
"Sis, are you going to wash the sheets?"
"Yes! Otherwise, I don't want to be a jinx and ruin your sweet dreams."
Wanrong tried to get off the bed, but she stumbled and immediately cried out in pain.
"What's wrong!"
Wanni and I asked at the same time, "Mine suddenly hurts so much."
"Did you use a lot of force when you were with Wanrong last night? Otherwise, why would she be in so much pain?"
"I didn't use much force, it's probably because it's her first time."
"Wanrong, you lie here, I'll go get some medicine to apply to you."
Wanni rolled her eyes at me, then blushed again and ran out to get the medicine.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes, it hurts a lot. It feels like it's burning inside, and it hurts here too."
At this moment, I saw that her vulva was really red and swollen, much larger than before she was deflowered. I quickly carried her to bed and told her not to move around and to rest for two days.
While applying medicine to her, Sister Wanni said to me,
"What did I tell you last night? You just wouldn't listen. My little sister will be in even worse shape tonight."
"I didn't mean to, Sister, don't be angry!"
"Why aren't you dressed yet? Stop showing off!"
I had forgotten that I wasn't dressed, so I hurriedly put on a pair of pants.
"Sister, I'm going to eat. Could you please watch Wanrong for a bit?"
"Go ahead!"
I walked out of the room and happened to run into Wanyi returning from grocery shopping. I looked at the vegetables she bought—all my favorites—and happily picked her up, taking the opportunity to rub her in. Wanyi said reproachfully, "Brother, if you keep this up, I won't go tonight."
"Yes, yes, yes, I won't, but I just love you so much, so..."
"Alright, alright, I'm going to cook now. Don't bother me."
"Yes, ma'am."
Watching Wanyi's retreating figure, I was overjoyed. Tonight was another case in Kaifeng.
Because of family matters, I couldn't really get involved, and the three sisters wouldn't let me do anything, so I could only wait for dinner or sleep.
Night always falls so quickly; in no time, the earth was shrouded in darkness.
Tonight, I'm going to have sex with Wanyi. Thinking of Wanyi, thinking of sex, my blood is slowly rising, and I'm lost in boundless fantasies of spring, imagining that warm, springtime scene.
"Brother, open the door! I'm here! Open the door quickly!"
"Is that Wanyi?"
"Yeah, do you want me to come in or not?"
"Wait a minute, I'll be right there."
I went to open the door, and Wanyi immediately scurried in like a mouse.
"What are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry? It's okay if
you're a little late!" "Brother, stop being so cheeky. Big Sister wants you to be gentle, otherwise, it won't be fun anymore."
"Wanyi, what did your big sister say to you?" "Actually, it's nothing much. The most important thing is that you can't be too crazy with me." "Okay, okay, I'll be gentle, I'll be considerate.
"
"
How bold, how open-minded! What an open-minded girl! She took off her clothes on her own, along with the only pair of pants I was wearing.
Wanyi was truly a beauty, with jet-black hair, a pair of alluring eyes that were half-shy and half-revealing, and small, cherry-red lips that were so captivating.
Her snow-white, alabaster-like body was both full and tender. Her
smooth, white skin, her round, pointed breasts, and the bright red nipple on her bald head made me drool.
Her smooth abdomen, deep navel, and the thick, long, black pubic hair where her legs met, her slightly protruding vulva, soft and boneless, with a thin slit of flesh peeking out from under the pubic hair, glistening with lustful fluid, so alluring."
As I gazed intently at her entire body, Wanyi said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, you're so naughty, why are you looking at people like that?"
Looking at Wanyi's plump, soft body, my heart raced, a surge of heat rushed through me, and my penis swelled and hardened.
"Brother, yours is so big, no wonder the sisters all cried out in pain."
"Good sister, just bear with it for a little while, and you'll be in heaven, you'll be ecstatic."
So, I couldn't resist any longer, immediately pushing her down onto the bed, lowering my head, and passionately kissing her fiery lips.
Wanyi also embraced me wantonly, her whole body trembling, her tongue darting into my mouth, sucking on each other's lips.
"Mmm...mmm..."
"Mmm...mmm..."
We both felt a blissful sensation burning with desire, both hearing moans from our mouths.
Slowly, my head, my tongue, slid over her snow-white nipples, to her high, protruding breasts.
Her soft, jade-like breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
My mouth held one, while my other hand grasped the other, gently pinching and slowly kneading.
Wanyi felt incredibly comfortable, her breasts involuntarily thrusting upwards, her full body twisting incessantly.
"Mmm...oh...mmm...oh..."
Gazing at the boundless grassland, my hand couldn't resist slowly sliding down, down through the plains, breaking through the jungle, until it reached the raised mound of flesh, gently kneading her already wet vulva. Her juices flowed freely, her whole body trembling incessantly.
"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm..."
Slowly stroking, slowly pinching, making her tremble, and tremble again.
Her walnut-like clitoris was both beautiful and delicious, and I, drooling, used my tongue to reach her alluring peach blossom cave.
Her juices flowed like waves on the beach, wave after wave, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet.
Her clitoris was so bright red, so prominent, and under the influence of her vaginal fluid, it appeared even more vibrant and alluring.
"Mmm...mmm...don't tease me anymore...mmm...it feels so strange...mmm..."
"Mmm...it itches...mmm...it feels good and itchy...mmm...mmm...it's so beautiful..."
"Brother...mmm...brother...it itches...mmm...it feels so good...mmm..."
"My good husband...mmm...mmm...I'm so itchy...mmm...mmm..."
"Ugh...big brother...oh...I can't take it...don't tease me anymore..."
Wanyi's moans grew louder and louder.
Her delicate body twisted even faster, her fragrant buttocks thrusting upwards with all her might.
I spread Wanyi's legs apart, smeared some vaginal fluid on my penis, and thrust a few times into her full and alluring breasts, ready to break through the Maginot Line.
"Ah...help...it hurts...ah...it hurts...it hurts so much...it hurts..."
"Mommy...don't move...it hurts...it hurts so much..."
I thrust in hard and then stopped, waiting for her to cry out in pain.
Wanyi was pale, her cherry-like lips drained of color, and she was pushing against my body with all her might.
Seeing her like this, a surge of tenderness welled up within me, and I continued to gently kiss her face and caress her breasts.
"Good sister, bear with it, it'll be over soon, just bear with it."
"You're so cruel, so mean, it hurts so much I'm crying." She
then rolled her eyes at me and said coquettishly,
"It's my first time, and your cock is so big, of course I can't take it."
"Yes, yes, you're wrong, you should be more forceful."
With that, I began to kiss her again, kneading her most sensitive breasts.
After a while, she became wanton again, her body twisting and arching upwards, moaning softly, panting heavily.
“Brother… um… um… it’s so itchy down there… um… oh… brother… um…”
“It’s so… um… brother… are you moving faster… um… I’m so itchy…”
“Good brother… um… are you moving faster… faster… um… it’s so itchy… um…”
Seeing her wanton appearance, he thrust deeper and deeper, then began to gently pump in and out, slowly fucking her.
“Oh… oh… I feel so good… oh… so beautiful… so good… oh… so beautiful…”
“Um… hum… um… so beautiful… so good… um… so pleasurable… um…”
“Oh… big brother… you’re fucking so good… I’m so happy… um…”
“Good sister… oh… oh… it’s so itchy… oh… brother, I feel so good… oh…”
The virgin’s vagina was so tight, so tight, the flesh of the large penis and the inner walls, the tight friction without any gaps, it was so pleasurable.
Wanyi was even more unrestrained, more so than her two older sisters. She attacked with each thrust, her breasts rubbing upwards, her slender waist and round, white buttocks constantly yearning for a large, deep thrust, displaying every imaginable act of seduction and wantonness.
Sweat poured down her face, and her juices flowed like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers.
"Ah...mmm...so comfortable...mmm...so good...so good...brother...mmm...mmm..."
"Mmm...mmm...my big dick is about to ascend to heaven...oh...about to ascend to heaven..."
I remained silent, continuing my slow, deep thrusts.
"Brother...faster...faster...I'm going to die from pleasure...ah...ah...I'm going to ascend to heaven..."
I changed my tactics, thrusting wildly until Wanyi and I climaxed simultaneously.
After having my way with Wanyi, my family was forever blessed with endless pleasure, keeping the good fortune within our own circle.

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〖Volume 2: A Life of Indulgence〗 Chapter 131: Taipei's Debauchery (1)

The sun had set several hours earlier, and in its place rose the moon, slowly ascending from the east to the center of the sky. Since ancient times, countless legends have accompanied the moon, most of them about her irresistible, magical charm.
In the sky above Taipei, the city that never sleeps, the moon hangs high, looking down as the crowded traffic gradually recedes. As the city lights begin to twinkle, the moment when the beasts of the urban jungle, driven by material desires and indulging in debauchery, approaches second by second.
Some choose to calmly masturbate in front of the moon, humming a goodnight to Taipei. Others, indulging in sensual pleasures, willingly become slaves to their desires, stepping deeper into the alluring unknowns and thrills of the urban jungle, trying to find release from lust and a decadent, frenzied charm in the world of senses. They
are unable to extricate themselves and do not want to be excluded from such depravity. And I, fortunately or unfortunately, am one of them.
I am twenty-two, a senior at a national university, unconventional like most people indulging in hedonistic pursuits, simply letting my soul wander in this sleepless, empty urban wilderness, searching for another or another group of lonely souls, seeking release from pressure and blissful liberation under the bright lights. I find fleeting pleasure in the contractions of the uterus and the trembling of my penis and testicles, a momentary solace and warmth between lonely souls, and the unbearable emptiness after the climax.
Day after day, we continue our search. We are not looking for love, because we do not believe in love. We believe in money and power.
We only believe in ourselves, preferring to rely solely on ourselves.
You could call us sophisticated materialists. To put it more nicely, we pursue a dandyish lifestyle.
Night after night, we continue our prayers, not for the realization of dreams, because we no longer have grand dreams of standing out from the crowd. We pray for the strange magic emanating from the moon in the darkness, and for the next unknown tender entanglement of flesh and the contact between gray souls.
You can call me a philanderer.
Yes.
Life is a vast ocean, filled with sensual pleasures.
We don't want the burden of emotions; love is too useless and too heavy.
We don't want the burden of finances, so we choose to sell our souls to the devil of money. Even a wise man like Faust ultimately chose to fall. We are not wise; we are merely ordinary people with real flesh and blood, emotions and desires, perhaps even yearning for wealth and status, blindly pursuing power and fame.
What is the meaning of life? What is the purpose of living? Stepping out of the campus, what will society use as the focus of people's eyes, or even as the standard for judging them?
My mind replays the slightly mocking, puzzled, and strange looks on my classmates' faces, and as always, the questions that have plagued me since the first semester of my junior year resurface. Is the path I chose right or wrong? What is right? And what is wrong? I look at the city nightscape through the car window with a cold smile. It is still as prosperous and dazzling as ever, with people walking or running around, busy or leisurely. Out of the corner of my eye, I inadvertently catch a glimpse of myself reflected in the windowpane.
Can I see from the reflection that my soul is falling? What is decadence? What is ambition? What is the essence of life? Where is the final destination of life? Who can I ask? Are their answers always correct? Isn't the definition of life something that resides in the heart, something everyone has a different perspective on?
In truth, society is gray, a complete gray area. Absolute right and wrong, black and white, exist only in a tiny ring on the outer edge of this gray landscape, so tiny, just that tiny. I don't know how many years it took me to understand such a rudimentary truth.
Suddenly, stacks of perfect exam papers in my memory were scattered by a gust of wind, along with all the certificates, medals, and honors I'd accumulated since childhood, vanishing without a trace in a sudden, inexplicable gust of wind, losing all meaning.
The driver told me we had arrived, interrupting my heavy, slightly dark blue thoughts.
I paid the fare, got out of the car, and shook off my designer clothes, from the Giorgio Armini shirt to the Polo cologne wafting from behind my ears, plus a cool black Boy London leather diving suit jacket with three shimmering silver thongs on the left side. I wore Levi's 501 trousers and leather knee-high boots from Big Apple in New York, $85 a pair. On my wrist was a Guess watch with a convex, planet-like surface, the numbers inside the glass dome appearing to float irregularly in space—the kind of designer watch whose counterfeits are ubiquitous in night market stalls.
I slowly walked to the place I'd arranged to meet A-Cheng.
A place where I could indulge my senses, a place to forget all my anxieties about the future.
It was one of Taipei's most famous disco pubs.
Soon, I could immerse myself completely in the joyful, dynamic music, feeling and moving the pulse of my entire body, no longer thinking or contemplating the unknowable, uncertain future, my past dreams, lovers, and memories. Forget them all for now.
I gazed at the building standing before me, waiting there.
It was a gray-black tin-roofed building. One reason it was tin-roofed was its fire resistance, and another was its eerie and novel feel, which suited the tastes of young people seeking novelty. Although from the outside it looked utterly unremarkable, like a dilapidated factory, we all knew that what lay inside was entirely different.
Inside was a den of iniquity, some even called it a brothel.
Yes, lonely men and women came here to sway their hips and breasts, letting their bodies undulate wildly to primal courtship music, seeking the favor of the opposite sex and the possibility of a night of tender intimacy and climax.
The oldest music originated from festivals or the three major life events—birth, courtship, and death.
Long before civilization, the oldest humans had no love, only sexual intercourse and reproduction.
Therefore, the desire for promiscuity has always been inherent in human nature.
Men engage in promiscuity to ensure the widespread distribution of their sperm and offspring, passing on their lineage.
Women rely on strong partners to ensure stability and the superiority of their species.
Love and marriage are merely products of civilization.
While I was rambling on, trying to find a justification for my promiscuous behavior, I saw Acheng. A friend who indulged in sensual pleasures. But he offered me many lessons and references in terms of life experience and social understanding. He provided me with many different perspectives and viewpoints, enriching my thinking.
I walked over with a smile, patted his shoulder, gave him a slight hug, and shook his hand. Although it had only been four or five days since we last met, every time we met, it felt like we were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, playfully teasing and joking with each other.
"Where have you been hanging out lately?!" Acheng asked with a laugh.
"No! I've been very well-behaved lately. I've been staying home studying." I replied with a smile.
"You're lying to me? I don't believe you!" he laughed again.
"Unlike you. You stay out all night playing around. How many have you been hooking up with lately?" I retorted.
"Hey. Mind your own business. I just love to play. You're the same!"
Every time, we'd chat like this, exchanging a few words, as we walked side by side towards the pub entrance.
Acheng was three years older than me. He had studied at a university in the US for four years and now owned a pub, a karaoke bar, a clothing store, and an auto parts shop. He loved money but was also incredibly frugal. He often told me about his daily income and loved to brag. The worst part was that I always believed him completely, accepted his claims, and even seriously discussed them with him, convinced of his claims and discovering new insights from them, even feeling that I had benefited greatly. I was truly hopeless.
When we went to pubs, we rarely spent money. We always had our connections, able to eat and drink for free, and we were also quite familiar with the employees of various pubs.
Of course, sometimes we'll obediently pay a little something to show our appreciation; it just feels wrong to always let our friends treat us.
Tonight, he and I stepped into this place of entertainment again.
Ah Cheng pushed open the door. The noisy crowd and dazzling lights, along with the smells of smoke and perfume, assaulted my senses.
Dozens of beer bottles, juices, and drinks were laid out on the uniquely designed high-legged round tables of the pub. Groups of handsome men and beautiful women sat on chairs almost a meter off the ground, each one stylishly dressed and strikingly beautiful. This is a scene only seen in the entertainment venues of the city at night. Stylish, dazzling, strikingly beautiful. This is a scene only seen in the entertainment venues of the city at night.
Another night of fragrant glasses, dazzling lights, shimmering shadows, and vibrant colors. This is a night for lonely men and women to indulge in unrestrained passion, to release their desires.
At night, the entire city's night owls and urban beauties are immersed in this place, their souls consumed by the licentious music and lights.
The flickering lights intertwine into colorful spiderwebs, visible yet untouchable, yet still captivating the hearts of lonely men and women. People's souls are like food for the corrupt ruler on the neon spiderweb, each one automatically drawn to the flame by its own desires, worshipping and submitting to the evil ruler, willingly becoming food for the soul in a transaction of flesh and spirit, automatically falling into the net of lust.
How far is the illusory scene in the pub from real life? Is it so close that only a door separates them, and pushing open the door reveals another world? No! In fact, the sensual pleasures are rooted in my heart, not in the physical environment of my body. A sliver of clarity in my mind, which I have never lost, tells me this.

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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulgence and Desire] Chapter 132: The Sensual Pleasures of Taipei (2)

My brain cells have never stopped their sacred and diligent work. I'm constantly thinking, integrating and combining real-life situations with books, imagination with real-life experiences. When I can't reconcile situations in pubs or society with previously learned moral principles, all I can do is find new rules to experiment with, imagine, and improve. Perhaps I'm just overthinking, perhaps I should see a psychiatrist. Who knows?
I often feel that my thoughts can be divided in two, that my soul can detach itself from the body's functions to observe and wander. This reminds me of when I have sex with girls; I often reach orgasm in the doggy style, like Thomas the Tank Engine in *The Unbearable Lightness of Being*. I also enjoy observing the girl's reactions during sex, their contorted expressions and writhing bodies, their reactions when they reach orgasm. At that moment, I feel my soul is detached, floating on the ceiling or in a corner of the room, watching everything happening below in the unseen world reflected in a mirror. This similar feeling is reflected in my behavior right now.
On one hand, I was pushing through the crowd in the narrow space, following Acheng's steps towards the center of the dance floor; on the other hand, instead of doing the "real work" of searching for the sluts and prostitutes in the pub, my mind was wandering to all sorts of metaphysical thoughts. Sigh, really.
Acheng grabbed my arm, pushed through the crowd, and led me to the center of the dance floor, the spot with the most girls around. We then began our search for prey with our eyes.
We used our eyes to flirt with other girls, testing the waters. We occasionally chatted in English or exchanged opinions and thoughts. Talking in English wasn't to practice basic English listening and speaking skills, but to avoid the awkwardness of our whispers and comments attracting suspicious glances from the girls.
"How about the two on your left hand?" I asked Acheng in my broken English, asking about his opinion of the girls around us.
"Actually, I recommend the three behind you," he replied.
We switched positions on the dance floor to the rhythm of the music, then casually glanced at the groups of girls behind and to our left, whom we had mentioned earlier, from our previous angles.
In the crowded dance floor, men and women jostled each other. Most people's eyes were fixed on the scene with predatory, predatory gazes, while only a very few were closed-eyed, lost in the vibrant music, seemingly lost in their own world. I thought back to how long ago I had also come to the dance floor with those same innocent, untainted eyes, gently closing the windows of my soul, letting the music envelop me in its rhythm. How long ago was that? How long ago was that? Hmm, I can't remember. Was it two years ago or a year ago? What kind of time has changed and distorted my once youthful and proud self so completely?
I shook my head, as if trying to shake off the tedious thoughts and dandruff.
The two girls to my right kept moving closer to me, pushing and shoving. Before I knew it, one of the girls' backs was pressed against my right shoulder. There was a constant bumping. I was deliberately careful, keeping my hand a safe distance from her private parts. I didn't want to accidentally touch her buttocks and be mistaken for a groping, sexually harassing maniac.
Distance? My penis was less than five centimeters from the girl's cervix, almost touching it, practically inside. That distance wasn't exactly close, but it was also like the distance between Taiwan and America—impossible to reach in one fell swoop. Tonight, this urban jungle, this hunting ground of desire, was incredibly crowded, with groping men having a blast and girls enjoying being touched and pinched by handsome strangers. Was that distance far enough? It depended on whether you took the step to shorten the distance. The question was, how short could I shorten it? Could you use words, wit, appearance, clothing, and all sorts of internal and external factors to successfully deliver thousands of sperm from your testicles to the condom in the brothel of the woman next door? You certainly couldn't, but I might be able to.
Physically, people are almost inseparable, perhaps even completely merged into one. But clearly, the distance between their hearts is always vast; the meeting of body and mind is only fleeting, a brief moment.
Because we are all lonely, born unequal, yet equally lonely.
The distance between independent souls with their own thoughts and consciousness is like cars passing each other on the road; they might collide, sparks flying, or they might clash, or perhaps everyone will peacefully continue on their own mental tracks, not daring to deviate, continuing towards an unknown destination. Some are going home, some are just wandering aimlessly, then continuing with the next chance encounter.
At that moment, I noticed Ah Cheng's gaze lingering somewhere. I followed his gaze.
A girl in a silver-white low-cut short dress was dancing with her female companion not far away. She had a very good figure; by my estimation, she was probably a 35D. No wonder she dared to dress like that.
I patted Acheng on the shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Hmm, 35D."
He laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up, giving me a middle finger. I reached out and patted the back of his head, indicating we were on the same page, and took the opportunity to tease him. Then I let my piercing gaze wander over the girl's alluring body.
Looking at the cleavage of the girl next door reminded me of a Miss China I knew. Her breasts were also quite impressive, and she had a tall, slender, and perfectly proportioned figure. My thoughts suddenly drifted back to the night I had the privilege of traveling with her and her renowned Miss China title.
She always spoke in a high-pitched, effeminate voice. Big eyes, fair skin, slightly plump cheeks, and a seductive figure. She truly was God's best gift to men. The only drawback was that the few words uttered from her full lips only managed to stir my adrenaline; otherwise, her conversation held no appeal.
The contestants in the annual Miss China pageant seemed to be of increasingly lower quality, with only their breasts growing larger. Was this the standard set by the organizers or the aesthetic of most men in society? Is size the only measure of beauty?
A woman who is too large for a man to grasp—does that refer to her large heart or large breasts? I began to seriously ponder these questions. Just as sexually experienced women may have a "phallus worship" complex towards men's penises, men's "breast worship" of women is even more pronounced. Every man wants to "control" the so-called "woman too large for a man to grasp," but how many can actually achieve it? D.H. Lawrence, the erotic writer, loved to incorporate "phallus worship" into his novels (such as *The Son's Lover* and *Lady Chatterley's Lover*). What is phallic worship? When this obsession goes too far, it's similar to the worship of women's breasts—from the size and color of the areola, the presence or absence of hair, the cup size, the shape of the breasts (sag or lift).
All these worship complexes boil down to one thing: curiosity and admiration stem from not having them oneself.
These days, photo albums are all the rage, but the question is, how many of those daring, revealing actresses are actually virgins? Even innocent actresses wear bra pads, and "magic bras" are all the rage. Abstract ideologies are being commercialized; men's "breast worship" can actually make a fortune!
There's a saying: "Breast augmentation, padding, magic bras—all the gossipy women reach the pinnacle of allure," with the horizontal inscription: "Ambitious."
I remember that night I had a late-night snack next to her; she was wearing a black, low-cut, sexy short dress. Her slightly plump, long legs attracted the men's gazes, while her breasts, swaying beneath her top, beckoned to my penis, as if saying, "Hey, little brother, wanna rest in the valley between my breasts tonight? Give it your all! If only your older brother could get my older sister to agree."
Of course, the imagining was just that—imagining.
A commotion of women screaming and men whistling and cheering interrupted my reverie.
My gaze was drawn from my superficial thoughts to an iron cage several meters off the ground. Only foreign women were allowed up there; Chinese people and dogs were forbidden. I once tried to climb up with Ah-Cheng, but the bartender wouldn't let us because we didn't speak English or have dyed blonde hair, so it left a very deep impression on me. That iron cage was a solo stage exclusively for these Western-imported golden retrievers, used specifically for dancing and displaying muscles, wearing short skirts so thin they barely covered their black underwear and thighs. In short, you could call it the throne of the golden lion king in an urban jungle zoo.
On the bar, inside the miniature stage in the iron cage, a golden retriever was dancing lewdly.
Judging from her frame, height, face, clothing, and age, she must be a model, or rather, all the foreign men and women in that group were rumored to be models. They had left their homes to make a living and earn Taiwanese dollars on this tiny island. Is Taiwan fun? Is Taipei beautiful at night? If you ask them these questions, their inner voice might be saying, "Hey, it's quite amusing to see all these black-haired, yellow-skinned Taiwanese people fooling around with Asians who are a head and a half shorter than me in a crowded, noisy pub!" Of course, they'll still smile and say, "Excuse me?!"
I remember one night a tall, muscular foreign man's performance on the bar counter inside the wire mesh was truly memorable.
He was wearing a dark suit, black suit pants, a striped shirt, and a tie, standing perfectly still inside that wire cage.
He stood quietly, occasionally glancing at his watch. If he weren't standing eerily on a stage two meters off the ground in a noisy pub, you would definitely think he was waiting for the bus to go to work. Standard office worker attire.
He crossed his arms in front of his crotch, wearing dark sunglasses, staring seriously ahead in this dark, moonless wilderness where the sun had long since set.
Suddenly, the music changed, becoming more lewd and wanton.
The foreigner in the cage (let's call him Johnny) started moving too.
Go Johnny gogo, go Johnny gogogo!!!
He began to twitch his whole body, slowly taking off his suit jacket, twisting lewdly as he did so, his legs slightly bent, his hips swaying rhythmically from side to side. Then he took off his tie, shirt, and shoes in turn, accompanied by screams and whistles. He then took off his underwear and suit pants—wow, he even took off his socks! All his clothes, along with the wild music, Johnny's dance moves, and the unwavering gazes and applause of the audience, scattered piece by piece onto the cage bars and the ground.
I turned to look at Ah Cheng, stuck out my tongue, and winked. My uncontrollable excitement told me that I found it all hilarious, bizarre, and unbelievably funny, making me bend over and laugh uncontrollably. Goodness! Jess! What the hell is this?!
At this moment, Johnny was only wearing a pair of white bullet-shaped underwear, barely able to contain his legendary super-sized Western penis. "A monk from afar can chant sutras?"
But I'm certain my penis wouldn't have the courage to go on stage like Johnny, slowly showing off and eliciting screams and gasps from the audience.
The night wasn't over, dawn hadn't risen, and the crowd's emotions were already rising and falling with waves of decadent Western music and dynamic, joyful rhythms.
The golden-haired lion king from the West slowly stepped onto the stage that other beasts in this wild eastern city had prepared for him. Amidst the cheers and adoration of the crowd, he once again ascended his throne, unveiling the prelude to the city's sleepless, chaotic, and decadent atmosphere. The primitive, provocative drumbeats from the jungle, accompanied by the maddening dizziness of the moon high above, still linger in my mind, indelible, as if proclaiming to the people—
yes, night has fallen.

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〖Volume 2: A Life of Indulgence〗 Chapter 133: Taipei of Debauchery (3)

When I am alone, loneliness and smoke are always my best friends. ◎——From the quotes of Debauchery◎ I light a cigarette and let the white smoke rise.
Through the hazy smoke and the layers of aimless, directionless white waves, I can see pairs of slender and beautiful legs, with skirts and hot pants that are as short as they can be.
I would not be so unscrupulous and greedy as to openly search and linger on every part of their bodies, but I would never miss such a blood-pumping sight, nor would any other man.
Just now, Ah Cheng and I broke through the encirclement of the dance floor, giving up the opportunity to chat and flirt with the girls next to us. We found a seat where we could see the dance floor clearly and had a pretty good view.
The reason we hadn't taken further "action" before might have been that they weren't a good match, or perhaps a moment of hesitation and fear, or maybe their unfriendly glances were a warning against rash actions, or perhaps Ah Cheng and I disagreed on our target group, or maybe my mind had suddenly wandered off and I'd lost interest. The real reason, only heaven knows.
Anyway, we went back to our seats to rest. I lit a cigarette.
Often, it's those inexplicable, indescribable motivations that lead the whole thing. There are no warning signs beforehand, and when things are happening, you're in the situation but miss the opportunity, and afterwards, you might feel regret, remorse, or like me, feel indifferent, unaffected, and have nothing to regret.
"I'm going for a stroll," Ah Cheng said, gesturing. He disappeared into the crowd like a wisp of smoke.
He's so energetic, I thought to myself. Always so determined, I knew he was going to wander around again, looking for hot girls. A slight smile played on my lips.
Were we really just here to pick up girls and have sex?
If we were looking for sex, I could easily pull out a dozen women's contact cards from my purse, and his wouldn't be much less.
No. We wanted to have fun, not just sex. And having sex and having fun are not the same thing, but two different things. Having fun doesn't necessarily mean having sex, but having sex can sometimes be solely for the purpose of having fun.
I thought of a certain night, in a hotel bed, after making love, the questioning of my "performance in bed" by a bright, delicate, slender, and alluring woman nestled beside me.
Her beautiful body, wrapped in white sheets, lay languidly and listlessly on the other side of the bed. Her bright, slightly brownish eyes looked at me as she asked, "Why do I feel like you're not emotionally invested at all when we make love?"
"Perhaps you're very skilled physically and technically, and you last a long time. But I feel your way of making love is too rational, too cold. It's like you're telling me how I should put my legs on your shoulders
—just tell me, Frankly."
What could be more likely to leave a man speechless than being naked on a snow-white sheet, facing a woman he'd just made love with, and asking such a sharp and direct question? So many questions, gathered together in the strange, unprecedented atmosphere, slowly twisted into an arrow symbol from the white smoke rising from a cigarette butt, pointing directly at the long-dormant, cold rationality within me.
I was still sweating, my body burning hot. When she asked, "When would it be most appropriate for me to put my legs on your shoulders?" I almost laughed, but then I was confused. Was it a habit, or was it just my tendency to observe and let my mind wander during sex?
"Maybe it's a habit!" I replied after a moment's thought. Then I silently smoked.
How did I develop such a habit? Under what circumstances did I gradually cultivate this strange habit? I don't deny that my calm, observant reactions, what she inadvertently noticed as her so-called cold and rational approach to sex, did exist in some aspect of sex that even I wasn't entirely clear about. Perhaps this is why they always say I last a long time. Of course, this isn't something to be proud of; it might even be a symptom of latent mental illness.
What is sex for? For what? Is it the thrill of conquering another man's dream woman, a pointless and idiotic vanity? Is it to bring a woman to orgasm, to experience ecstasy, and thus satisfy a man's sense of dignity? Or is it to use sex to prove some illusory existence, such as promises of love, a community of interests, or a spiritual contract? Is sex, euphemistically called making love, really just a process of exchanging benefits and signing an agreement of loyalty? Or is it simply that men and women engage in sex purely for the intense, frenzied contractions of their sexual organs
? Is sex a game of conquest, or a fusion of body and soul? Or a solace for each other in times of loneliness? Is it seeking a little warmth for the soul and body, or simply pursuing pure sensual pleasure? When your souls enter each other's bodies, do you want to embrace your lover's body or distance yourself and observe their soul during sex? Sex, sex, how much of it is disguised as a means of exchanging benefits?
Of course, it might be nothing at all. It might just be blind desire or a pursuit of novelty.
"I can sense that your heart is closed; you haven't opened it," she persisted.
"Hmm. Seems so." I weakly admitted softly, but my eyes didn't look at her. I was looking at the ceiling. I remember it was a wallpaper with a slightly light blue pattern.
Suddenly, I felt a little sad about my way of making love, which couldn't shorten the distance between our hearts much.
The cigarette in my hand back then was the same as the one between my fingers in the pub now, both burned to the end, with a pile of ash in front that I hadn't flicked off, and white smoke was rising precariously, swirling around layers of thick thoughts, before being dispersed into the invisible and intangible air by the breeze from the air conditioner.
Ah Cheng's figure slowly came into my sight.
I casually flicked the ash into the ashtray on the table.
"Are you in a bad mood today?" Ah Cheng asked me.
"It's okay, just thinking about some things. Plus, I played online very late last night, so I might not look too energetic." I gave him a reasonable explanation.
"Okay, let's go up to the speakers and dance." Ah Cheng said.
"Okay. Let's go!!" I said as I got up.
Then, the two of us slowly made our way around the other side of the dance floor to the vertical speaker. The stage was a good meter off the ground, and behind the speaker was a small staircase leading up to it. Besides the metal cage above the bar, this was another stage where you could go up and show off your skills, dancing wildly.
Aside from the fact that the dance floor was too crowded, dancing on this elevated stage had several advantages for us. One was that we could get a clear view of the pretty girls gyrating below, and another was that we could effectively attract their attention.
Picking up girls in a pub requires skill and daring; it could be considered a rather unrefined art. The problem is, when all the grand and lofty knowledge retreats into the ivory tower's ethereal void, what can be more practical, real, and beneficial to life's happiness than some trivial, perhaps even scornful, trivia and gimmicks?
Acheng took to the stage that temporarily belonged to the two of us tonight. He unleashed his thousand and one dance moves, dancing with a absorbed, intoxicated expression, sometimes with his eyes closed, sometimes looking around.
I leaned against the speakers, smiling as I watched him dance to the music, which reminded me of the first time I met Acheng.
Back then, he was also dancing in a corner outside the dance floor, all by himself. He always kept to himself, and didn't even like to nod or greet acquaintances. According to him later, he had picked up too many girls in pubs, and he just had this strange habit of not liking to greet familiar faces.
I walked up to him and said, "I really like your dancing. I'd like to get to know you."
"But I'm not gay," I added awkwardly, noticing his strange expression.
Back then, his dancing was just like it is now—not particularly beautiful or graceful. But I loved his carefree, unconcerned-about-opinion style. He danced happily, sweating and expressing his own unique style. His dancing was a bit clumsy, awkward, and repetitive, but it was cute, quite different from the sleazy dances or Black dances popular in pubs at the time. It was something special.
After that, we bumped into each other several times in pubs, and gradually became a couple. We went wild together at night, watching the butterflies dance.
I remember him taking me to discover for the first time that one-night stands were 100% possible and easy. That was a turning point in my life.
I don't know if this sounds too exaggerated or superficial, but driven by hormones and curiosity, I've tried one amazing and unbelievable experience after another. The thrill of the unknown and uncertain is always irresistible.
It was a late night, around one or two in the morning, after a rain shower. Ah-Cheng and I had just come out of one pub and were heading to another to continue our hunt.
After he pulled up to the pub, we both noticed two girls standing about six or seven meters to my right at the entrance of the pub next door. They seemed to be waiting for someone, but not quite.
Ah-Cheng and I exchanged a glance. I nodded towards the girls, signaling him to go first, while I followed suit.
He gave me a helpless "you again" look, slammed the car door shut, and walked towards the girls. I followed closely behind.
“Miss, excuse me. Can we be friends?” Acheng began his usual opening line with his signature smile.
The two girls glanced at Acheng and me, then exchanged a look.
I continued, “If it’s convenient, we can give you a ride. You can go wherever you want.”
They looked at me, then exchanged knowing glances.
Suddenly, one of the long-haired girls spoke up, “Wouldn’t that be inconvenient?” she asked.
“No, it’s not! Where are you going?” Acheng asked.
“We want to go back to Tianmu,” the long-haired girl said.
“Oh, that’s no problem. You seem to have been waiting for someone?” I interjected.
“Yeah, but we think we got stood up. We’ve been waiting for her for almost an hour and she still hasn’t arrived,” the shorter, shorter-haired girl replied.
“Then if you don’t want to wait, let’s get in the car!” I said with a smile.
They glanced at each other again, whispered amongst themselves, and then picked up their bags. The long-haired girl said, "Thank you in advance."
I went back to the car, opened the back door for them, and politely invited them in. This was our usual gentlemanly manners.
That evening, we chatted happily on the way, partly because Ah-Cheng and I had such great chemistry, and partly because they were both very talkative, cheerful, and generous. Later, near Tianmu, we let the two girls take turns driving, letting them experience the thrill of driving fast. Afterwards
, we returned to their place at the foot of Yangmingshan.

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