Swallow (Transformation Series Adult Novels)

On the night of April 4, 2003, Yan Zi and I got drunk at the "Boys and Girls" bar in Sanlitun. As a red-haired boy with a voice as sad and hoarse as Elvis was singing, I helped Yan Zi into the bathroom next to the bar. "Lao Hu, I want to pee, I want to fly..." I locked the bathroom door and helped Yan Zi unbuckle her belt. She squatted down to pee, and I leaned against the door to smoke.

Yan Zi's husband is fat and has big ears. When he speaks, his nostrils turn up in the air. He always likes to tilt his neck, tilt his head, look at you sideways, and hum in a boastful manner, so everyone gave him the nickname "Silly Goose". He was a year older than us. The year we entered the school, oh! That was in 1988, that silly guy managed to become the president of the student union. In front of us, the younger students, he would say that he was the principal's spokesperson, that he was his mother's principal, "You must remember, you are not allowed to have romance under my nose!" "You must study hard!" He took advantage of the halo of the student union president to engage in romance activities on and off campus, deceiving those girls who admired petty authority and were vain. It was at that time that Yan Zi was seduced by Dai Tou E.

In the bathroom of the "Boys and Girls" bar, two people who were intoxicated by alcohol were hugging each other in a weird shape. The girl's pants fell to the ground, and her snow-white lower body made the boy crazy. The music in the bar had a strong rhythm. "What are we doing?" Yan Zi asked me with blurred eyes and a smell of alcohol on her mouth. "We are dreaming...making love," I said.

At this moment, the US-UK coalition forces launched a new round of attacks on Baghdad in the Gulf. Countless Iraqi people were killed and wounded in the artillery fire, and Saddam's regime was crumbling.

"How is the war going?" Swallow asked with her hands hanging around my neck.

"It's inhumane that each Tomahawk cruise missile, which costs more than $1.2 million, landed like bird shit over Baghdad," I said. I hugged the swallow's willow-like waist tighter, just as I hugged the poor Iraqi people with my kind heart.

"They are so rich, yet they still want to steal other people's oil and natural gas..." Swallow said while kissing me.

“This is a CEO-waged war,” I said.

"Eat from the bowl and look at the pot. There is no cat that doesn't like fishy smells." said the swallow. She chuckled.

"What? You mean Bush?" I said.

"Yes, you too." Yan Zi said fiercely, her legs raised into the air and tightly clamped my waist.

I leaned my back against the wall and almost fell down under Yan Zi's attack.

"Bush and I are both invaders, and both are cats that love fishy things." I whispered in Yan Zi's ear.

At this time, someone knocked on the door. "Can the person inside please hurry up?" It was a lady's voice. Yan Zi and I stopped quickly. "I can't help it!" the lady said anxiously.

We put on our pants immediately. When I turned around, I saw a cartoon on the back of the bathroom door. It showed a fat cat pouncing on a beautiful fish, with a line of words underneath: There is no cat that doesn't eat fish!

I understand the meaning of this painting - it is natural for us to do it in the bathroom. I think it's okay for both men and women in bars to do this.

Although the anti-war wave is getting stronger and stronger all over the world, the US-UK coalition forces are advancing step by step towards Baghdad. Bush has to do what he should do. In other words, a cat wants to eat fish. This is its nature and no one can do anything about it.

If you think about it a little, it is not difficult to find that there is no difference between me and Mr. Bush. Iraq is too tempting, and there are reasons for launching a war. And with a beautiful woman like Swallow, of course I can't help but want to have sex with her.

Yan Zi and I came out of the bathroom in disarray and in a loving relationship, shocking the lady who was waiting to pee at the door. Her bright red lips opened into an "О" shape. What was going on? Do men and women already do this?

Ding Xiangyu once said to me, "If you don't love me anymore, you will definitely fall in love with another woman."

I remember that I answered her with a grin, "If I don't love you in the future, I will fall in love with your sister Ding Xianglian."

"No! You will fall in love with her - Swallow!" Ding Xiangyu screamed, raised her pink fist to hit my chest, her little mouth raised, red and very sexy. "Yanzi's eyes look at you strangely. I always feel that you two will hook up one day."

Looking back now, the way Yan Zi looked at me that year did seem to have a hidden meaning, but I knew that it was definitely not love. At that age, everyone is excited about each other. You punch her, she kicks you, you hug her today, and she kisses you tomorrow. These are all very common things.

I think Ding Xiangyu is really a smart girl. She can actually see what will happen several years later, and her premonition was verified by me. It’s just that it took me so many years to hook up with Yan Zi, which is too inefficient. If this continues, there will be so many good girls in the world going idle and wasted.

In the first few years, I didn’t take Ding Xiangyu’s younger sister Ding Xianglian seriously at all. I remember the first time I went to her house, I followed Ding Xiangyu like a cultural traitor. Under her coercion, I called the old lady "Mom" and the old man "Dad". Ding Xianglian ran out from the inner room, but I took the initiative to call her "little sister". Ding Xiangyu got furious at that time and asked, "Why are you so sweet and quick to speak to my sister?" Are you trying to do something bad? This made the old lady and the old man very embarrassed, and they looked at me with hostility. I think the two old men probably concluded that I was a pervert!

That year I was a junior in college, and I was concentrating on studying the world-famous novel "Jin Ping Mei". In the living room of Ding Xiangyu's house, I immediately thought of the 21st chapter of "Jin Ping Mei": "Brother-in-law covets the delicate aunt." But Ding Xianglian was too small. When she poured water for me, I took the opportunity to observe her chest. I judged that it was just sprouting and was not even qualified to officially wear the smallest bra. When she turned around, I saw a dark red bloodstain on her buttocks. The little girl had just had her first period.

But after a few years, the lilac lotus has grown into a charming and beautiful girl. The parts that should be raised are raised, and the parts that should be sunken are sunken. Every time he sees me, he is as happy as seeing his own brother. One time I flirted with her on purpose, and she blushed. "Brother-in-law, are you okay?" I tickled her armpits, and she giggled and chased me around the house, "You are bad, you are bad, I will beat you to death."

Chapter 2 Men and women are already like this

I stopped a taxi at the Sanlitun intersection. I supported the staggering Yan Zi with one hand and opened the car door with the other. Yan Zi put her head in my arms and questioned her life, "Hu Chun, do you think there is still love in this world? What is wrong with my life?"

After saying that, before I could answer, Yan Zi fell asleep in my arms. Outside the car is a city full of lights and wine. The moving street scenes are like a dream. The moon in the sky hangs obliquely behind the clouds, revealing its eternal beauty. And the things we once held on to have become unrecognizable in the face of life, becoming increasingly unreal and more and more like a lie.

The car passed Jimen Bridge and turned towards the Film Academy. When it was almost at the Universiade Village, in front of the National Population and Family Planning Commission, Yan Zi suddenly raised her head from my arms, looked at me with a sad look, and screamed like a wounded frog. I saw her cheeks swelled to the sides and yellow liquid oozing out of her mouth. Before I could dodge, this beauty very generously poured all the delicious food and wine she had eaten tonight into my arms. Suddenly the taxi was filled with the smell of alcohol, making the driver scream in anxiety. There was a lot of warmth in my arms. It was the first time in my life that I had received such courtesy. I think Uncle Lei Feng would also be impatient. Swallow looked at me with relief and said, "Sorry, I feel much better." But I was not feeling well, but I still said hypocritically, "It's okay, it's just vomit." Swallow grabbed my hand, stared into my eyes in the moonlight and said, "You are such a good friend, Hu Chun, do you like vomit?" "Of course, I like vomit. Of course I like your vomit." After that, we laughed in the car.

The driver yelled and wanted to kick us off the bus, "My uncle, my aunt, please get off the bus. I finally got a trip, and you don't want any money! I am unlucky tonight."

But it's not possible to not get the money. How can you just abandon me on the road? Yan Zi started to act crazy while drunk, "I want to complain!" She made someone's car dirty and still complained.

I held Yan Zi like holding a willow branch in the wind, and we walked all the way forward until we arrived at Tianhong Science and Technology Park Hotel. Next to the fountain in the square in front of the hotel, I took off my leather jacket, and then took off my Montagut shirt that I had only worn for a few days. It was covered with vomit from Yan Zi, and I threw the Montagut into a trash can on the side of the road.

Sitting on the railing beside the fountain, Yan Zi, with a smell of wine in her mouth, rolled up her sleeves, scooped up the cool water from the fountain with her palms, and said: "Let me help you wash your chest."

The fountain was cool and my chest was hot.

The moon shines on the swallow, and she washes my chest as gently as a fairy.

I doubted that she was sober, but she said drunkenly, "Let me die on this dirty chest tonight!" She rubbed my chest and said, "Wash it clean, don't let Ding Xiangyu, that little bitch, find out."

"Ouch! Can you wash faster?" I was so cold that goose bumps appeared all over my body. A gust of night wind blew and my teeth chattered.

Yan Zi took off her coat and put it on me. There was a faint smell of a woman's body.

We walked arm in arm to the Universiade Village. The apartments in the Universiade Village were quiet. The college students had all fallen asleep, and behind the hundreds of windows were their sleeping dreams.

On the lawn planted in the Universiade Village last year, Yan Zi and I fell asleep in each other’s arms. The lawn was soft, like the wedding bed gifted to us by nature, and the moonlight was hazy, like the sexy table lamp at the bedside.

I put my hand into Swallow's white shirt and stroked one of her small pumpkin-like breasts. She put her hand into my underwear and held my dagger-like penis.

"Yanzi, if we both return to campus, do you think we will be like this?"

"No!" said the Swallow.

"Why?"

"Because I like to be with successful men."

"But...but, you failed. You and I can no longer piss on the same page."

The moon was passing through the clouds, and the night wind was blowing the moonlight. I felt Yan Zi's hand holding my penis, like a pair of electrician's pliers. She suddenly exerted force, and with a "click", was she going to cut the wire of my life?

"Ouch!" I couldn't help but let out a scream in the silent night.

"You damn Hu Chun, when we were in college you were like a monkey and even exploited Ding Xiangyu for three meals a day. How could I fall in love with you? Now times have changed, and my husband has become a bad person... Mmmm..." Yan Zi cried, but she still held my drooping penis tightly. I was really worried that she would tear it off if she got angry.

"I'm sorry, Yan Zi, don't be angry. I think you've been played by your husband for several years. You've suffered a lot. Don't be stubborn."

"Oh!" The swallow sighed, stopped crying and looked up at the night sky. I hugged her tightly and felt her body shaking.

After a while, she stood up and kicked me, "Okay! Get up, stop pretending to be a couple here, I'll go back to my empty room, and you can go back to hug your Ding Xiangyu."

I insisted on sending Yan Zi home. "It's so late. Do you know that all the perverts in Beijing are staring at you and drooling in the dark?"

"Come on, as long as you don't drool."

"A beauty like you, such a beautiful young woman, anyone who sees you will drool." I held her waist and talked nonsense.

Yan Zi's home is in Fuchengmen, which seems to be not far from Diaoyutai. The taxi flashed past the gate of the Navy General Hospital. Yan Zi said to the driver, "Enter the auxiliary road and park next to the front gate," and "Then please take him away." It seems that Yan Zi's drunkenness has worn off, but there are still traces of tears on her face. She looks very sober under the moonlight. I also wanted to take the opportunity to go to her house and observe whether her family was rich or poor, and whether Daitou had really banished her to the cold palace.

Daitoue wore a scarlet tie as red as a pig's tongue, just like a small boss picking up a mistress. He rode a bicycle and Yan Zi sat on the back of the bicycle, one arm around Daitoue's fat waist, her shy little face pressed against his back. They ran through the campus boulevard like a gust of wind, Yan Zi's long hair fluttering and her floral dress flying, causing the girls to "tsk tsk tsk" in response. It was the summer of 1988, and Yan Zi and Dai Tou E were in a passionate love period with their hormones surging.

Ding Xiangyu and Yan Zi were in the same dormitory. One day, Ding Xiangyu said to me hesitantly, "Yan Zi was so annoying. She was shaking the bed so loudly in the middle of the night. Is she masturbating?" I said. It wasn't masturbation, it was the silly goose hiding in the tent doing something. I pretended to be asleep, but I was so upset! The silly goose was too disrespectful to us girls, and actually made a snoring sound like a pig eating. "Guess what happened in the end, Han Xiuyue, who was sleeping in the lower bunk of Yan Zi, screamed - Oh my god! There's blood on my face!"

Chapter 3: The man who doesn't go home overnight

Did any blood flow onto Han Xiuyue’s face? The other five girls in their dormitory, including me, expressed doubts.

As the president of the student union, Dai Tou E did such a shameless thing, which really made me feel unbalanced. "If that idiot can do this, why can't I?" I was indignant. At that time, Ding Xiangyu had just kissed me two or three times, and it seemed that we had not yet reached the stage of going to bed. Ding Xiangyu's face turned pink. "How can that be?" Of course she understood what I meant.

However, in 1988, it was easy for a fool to sneak into the girls' dormitory and spend the night, but for me, it was a dream.