You Nu Liu Fang (Urban Life Adult Novel)

The Girl Who Traveled (1)

For a long time, I've been wanting to say, hey, hey, let me first see if there are any hot-tempered people around who want to beat me up, but it seems there isn't any.

It's like this. After wandering around for so many years, I feel that no matter whether it's a man or a woman, no matter how good the family is, they all have the potential to be a prostitute or a duck, and they all have the nature to use their bodies as capital to trade, it's just a matter of whether they are pushed to that point or not. Don't stare at those singles who are still living with their parents. As for those who get married and live together right after graduating from college, of course you are considered the happy ones, but I sympathize with you.

I was very frustrated the winter I graduated from college. First of all, my girlfriend was traumatized by the breakup and married a foreign teacher in his sixties, and went to become neighbors with kangaroos. Secondly, I feel that I was deceived and came to this law firm. My colleagues here are really addicted to eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring. They cheat and defraud people. Although they all wear brand-name suits and pay attention to handbags, they bully newcomers and take money from clients without mercy. People who have experienced this say that this is what happens when you just graduate from college, it’s a period of social transition.

Before the Spring Festival that year, I threw myself on the street. My mother liked a leather coat and asked me to go see it. I only looked at the price tag and knew that this could never be her New Year's gift this year.

It is not very comfortable to walk alone on a noisy street in winter. The pager is ringing, go queue up to call the shared phone. "Brother, do you have three cents in change?" a female voice timidly asked from behind. Of course I looked back, but I was surprised that the person who borrowed the money didn't even look at me. She was a thin, hard-looking woman with an unusually pale face, a strong three-dimensional sense, deep-set eyes, and decent clothes, but with a professional acumen. This woman was in trouble, which reminded me of Fantine in the department. I might as well wait for her to finish the call and pay together.

I vaguely heard her borrowing money on the phone. Her face was calm, without the awkward expression that ordinary people would have when borrowing money. She hung up the phone quickly. I paid the fee, turned around and walked forward a dozen steps, then looked back as if possessed by a ghost. She was still standing there, very close to the traffic, with her tweed hat drooping down on her head, her long hair and long skirt fluttering very thinly in the cold wind. My biggest feeling was that this life has been floating, always very thin, and if God sneezed lightly, this life would disappear without a trace.

I am a very good-looking man and have never been approached by a prostitute, which has its advantages, because women do not think of me as a boring pleasure-seeker. I walked back and said to myself, "I want to eat something nearby, are there any good restaurants?" even though I could draw a map of the area.

"Restaurant? I haven't eaten for two days." She said quietly, as if talking about someone else.

As an only child, I had never been far away from home, and not eating for two days was a very serious matter, so as soon as I entered the restaurant, I told the waiter to bring some hot water and asked her to drink it first. She laughed at me for being nervous, and she said it was a common thing for her. But I was still afraid that she would suddenly faint in front of me.

When her face turned a little red, I couldn't hide my curiosity. She said shyly: "Brother, I'm not a bad girl. My name is Liu Fang."

"No one said you were. Your name suits you very well, Younu Liufang." I wrote it on a napkin and handed it to her.

Her face flushed, "You are really good at talking. You must have read a lot of books. My old friend was a rough man. He was either very nice to me or he would beat and scold me. I escaped and wandered around for a long time. Sometimes I worked as a waitress in a karaoke bar, but I didn't want to be a hostess, so I was fired every three to five days. I couldn't find a job these days, so I went to the train station to solicit customers for a small hotel. I didn't expect the boss to not pay the commission and bully us outsiders."

To be honest, I can't tell at all that she is from outsider. Maybe I never had this concept. My previous friends and lovers were not from local places, but they were all excellent. The immediate task was to find a place for her to stay, but one of the houses in my family's courtyard was vacant, and my mother asked me to clean it up in preparation for demolition. I didn't think much about it and arranged for her to live there. I said hello to the neighbor lady and allowed her to stay there temporarily for a while when friends came to visit.

Thinking about it now, my behavior was very dangerous, childish and funny. Maybe it was because of my habit of being a rich young master, maybe I had a sense of righteousness of a hero saving a beautiful woman, or maybe I believed in friendship without distinction of high or low. Since then, many things have happened that made me see many things clearly, and made me completely rebel against my class and become a wandering and relaxed person.

The Girl Who Traveled (2)

I admit that I live a casual life and don’t understand women, so I have hurt them. I hate that once a woman becomes special in my life, she will always be behind me, urging me and controlling me. I just want to have the autonomy to decide how many times a week to shave, what to wear, and even things I can't decide, such as which "pig-like" girls say they like me behind my back.

My last lover in college, she came from an educated family, was very energetic, pretty, independent, and had the chic of an urban girl. But everything changed after the two of them had a relationship. I don’t know why that thing became a dog leash for women. Anyway, I’m not very keen on that thing.

The year we graduated, she asked me, "What if I get pregnant?"

"Can you please not talk about this?" I am annoyed by women always testing me, but I shouldn't tell them the truth when they are asking me questions: "First, I don't want a child right now; second, I am considering whether you are suitable to be the mother of my child."

God knows, I meant no harm at all. She rode her bike to my dormitory the next day. I saw blood oozing from her panties and reminded her that she had her period. She told me coldly that she had taken abortion pills and the bleeding would be difficult to stop.

This time, I helped Liu Fang in a completely impulsive manner. I started to feel scared on the way home. I didn't buy a leather jacket, but I picked up a girl. Will my mother bring out the same style and offensive as she did when we were linked together? I had to lie again.

After a few days, I almost forgot about it. She told me that she had found a good job with high salary and asked me to bring clients to the restaurant to support her. Of course that’s no problem. Anyway, I also work as a translator for this foreign-related law firm.

Within a few days, there were guests as expected. I brought people to her workplace and she was like she had seen a savior. It seemed that her work was still not easy. Before paying the bill, I casually asked her to come to me if she had any difficulties, and she started sobbing. Tears of gratitude? My eldest master at least did something good, and he feels very happy about it.

The second time I went there, I felt something was wrong as soon as I entered. There were some more seductive women at the door, wearing different clothes from the waiters. As soon as we sat down in the box, an older woman came in with a few teenage girls. I've seen this kind of scene before, in a TV show about a former brothel.

It happened that the client this time was a Korean one, and he was very fond of this kind of thing. He didn't drink much of the wine before he put his hands into the ladies' clothes. I couldn't sit still anymore, so I found an excuse to go out and find Liu Fang and dragged her out of a private room. I was very angry. Everything in this world was changing. I had witnessed different women falling into depravity in front of me several times, but I had never lost my temper as much as I did this time.

The woman who called herself mommy came up to take pictures of me too enthusiastically and said to Liu Fang: "Oh, it's rare that this handsome guy only likes you, so why don't you change rooms!" Then she pushed us back to my private room.

I just wanted to ask her what her plans were, and it was about money again. She was afraid of going home for the New Year with empty hands to see her paralyzed mother and two younger brothers who were studying. As a recent graduate, it is impossible for me to help completely unless I ask my family for help. Before she gets the money, I can only advise her not to do anything stupid. Once a career starts, most people can't stop. They have money, spend money, want to have more money, and earn more, which is a vicious cycle. She said not yet.

Then I drank half a bottle of red wine in one breath, and watched drunkenly as those pig-faced Korean guys moved their hands back and forth on the girls' bodies, and occasionally some of them curled up on the sofa. I turned and went into the bathroom in the box to vomit, and she followed me in and patted my back gently. After spitting and rinsing her mouth, she turned around and sat on the toilet lid, then reached out and locked the door. Actually, I have made up my mind, I am just waiting, while I am still clean...

Only now did I realize that she was only wearing a backless burgundy top and a black skirt. Her flat belly was facing my head, and she had a faint feminine scent. I hadn't touched a woman for a long time, and being drunk, I put my arms around her thighs.

The Girl Who Traveled (3)

She is a fallen angel, but what she reveals between her eyebrows is not lustfulness but calmness, you could even say it is natural. Those women who have received higher education are more like prostitutes, because their every move always reminds you: you have to be responsible for me, otherwise I will make you regret it for the rest of your life. She is not like them who are put up for sale. If you ask them to lick it with their mouths, they will bother you for days and ask you if you learned it from porn movies.

She let me play with the parts of her that I liked. Her skin is snow-white and translucent. Looking from above, it is transparent with pink, and even the bottom is light pink. It can be said to be top-notch. The peeled crystal pear-shaped breasts exuded a sweet milky flavor. When I sucked them, she tilted her head back and rocked her body gently, intoxicated by herself.

To be honest, the excessive muscle training every day made me not very keen on it. My ex-girlfriend also often complained about it. But when facing her slender, soft and attractive body, my self-confidence and my little brother suddenly rose at the same time, and grew bigger than ever before.

The sound of karaoke and obscene sounds coming from next door was a very exciting sensory stimulation. My breathing became more and more rapid. I grabbed her hips with my rough hands and turned her over and pressed her on my hips. She turned around and found the general, and before I could react, she twisted her butt and sat on it. It's great that a woman can do this. It really makes me sigh, "I'm fed up with big men being oppressed by women."

Although she had never gone out with anyone, I felt that this was not her first or second time. Her body was delicate and slippery, but the space was quite limited. There were several obstacles, but every time I passed a level, there was a new world. After I completely entered, she let out a low scream, and held on without moving.

I sniffed the fragrance of her hair, occasionally kissed her back and neck, slowly breathed into her ear holes, and spoke drunken words. She giggled and began to shake her body more and more violently. I grabbed one of her breasts with one hand and reached into her riverside grass with the other hand to touch her most sensitive details.

She was almost frantic, with her hands on the wall, screaming "Ah...ah...wu...mi..." I wanted to ejaculate several times but held back. The shadow of my ex-girlfriend's abortion has always interfered with my sexual interest.

As she spoke, her body began to spasm, and her body was twitching one louder than the other. My whole body felt like it was bursting, and my head was buzzing. I didn't care about anything else. I hugged her waist tightly, and suddenly I erupted like a volcano, howling loudly.

I never plan everything in my life, I just let it happen. Now that it has happened, I began to regret it. Who am I, Su San’s Wang Jinlong? Du Shiniang's Li Jia? I don’t know what love feels like, I just know that I like being together, without pressure, without quarrels or nagging. This feeling changes at any time, with a gesture, a look and a smile.

My last girlfriend attracted me because she told a touching love story at a party. The girl in front of him was not as independent as those women in the past, nor did she have the capital to sell herself to the United States, Canada, or Australia to exhibit at world expos. She may just be the daughter of a laid-off worker. We all had similar childhood and adolescence, thinking that we would be the masters of the country when we grew up. Now some people may not even be the masters of their own bodies, but all they have left is their bodies. Maybe she is the daughter of Li Peng or some high-ranking official, or even the daughter of a profiteer...

My mind was in a mess. The key point was that I was not a dirty client. How should I treat her after having sex?

(to be continued)