Chapter 9 third quarter

Whenever Mao Gonglei went to a city, he would go to the best brothel in that city and sleep with the best prostitutes there. This woman named Chunmei was not bad last night.The waist is a little thicker, but powerful.Mao Gonglei used to focus on a woman's waist during sex.The look, voice, and excitement of the limbs can all be faked, but the waist cannot be faked—there is a big difference between deliberate twisting and involuntary struggle.Whenever a woman reaches the peak of sensuality, the violent shaking is transmitted from the waist to the breasts, head, neck, and legs... and then the whole body becomes stiff instantly.At that moment, the woman temporarily entered another world.

Temporarily sending a beautiful woman to another world with his body; sending an abominable enemy to another world forever with a blade - these are the two things Mao Gonglei is most proud of in his life. Mao Gonglei likes women.How great he believes a city's women are shows how great the city itself is.Drift City is a great place. Chunmei finally woke up.She lay on his rock-hard chest, looking more tired than he was.She looked at him, didn't say anything flattering, just smiled contentedly, and stroked his curly hair that was as hard and thick as if his head had been electrocuted.

Most other men look down on prostitutes.Mao Gonglei did not.He even had a little respect for them.Prostitutes have an amazing ability to see men.They'll always know what kind of guy loves to hear what -- or doesn't like to hear anything. Chunmei got up, put on thin obscene clothes and wooden clogs, went outside the room and ordered the servants to fetch some hot water for Mao Gonglei to wash up.Just as she opened the door, Mao Gonglei caught a glimpse of another room on the opposite side also opening the door.A prostitute wearing the same short clothes as Chunmei, holding a copper basin in her hand, stepped out of the opposite room.Chunmei nodded to her, and softly called "sister".

Mao Gonglei jumped out of bed as if suddenly bitten by a snake, rushed out of the room with his upper body and feet bare, and looked at the back of the prostitute walking in the corridor from behind.The prostitute seemed to hear footsteps behind her, turned her head slightly, and then moved forward. Fucking a good woman, Mao Gonglei sighed in his heart.The face as white as snow is no longer young, probably in her thirties, but her slender eyes and plump lips are enough to convince people that she is at her most beautiful at this age.The movements of the limbs while walking immediately made the man imagine how warm and soft the body under the clothes is.Mao Gonglei's penis was hardened three times last night, and now he is erecting quickly again.

Mao Gonglei had seen this kind of woman before.It's the kind of woman who by nature can teach weak-willed men crazy, and their fate usually isn't too good. Chunmei did not feel uncomfortable because of Mao Gonglei's actions.She also understands this attraction of "sister".In the past, only Ning Xiaoyu was able to surpass "sister" slightly. Mao Gonglei secretly cursed the madam of "Wannianchun".He had clearly told her last night that he wanted the best woman here, and it turned out that the best woman was in the opposite room last night. Mao Gonglei turned his gaze to the room.He wasn't really annoyed, but rather curious about what kind of guest was in this room.

He knocked on the door three times, making Chunmei jump. "Master Mao, it's better not to...in the room..." Chunmei also saw that Mao Gonglei was not an ordinary guest—his two attendants slept next to each other.However, compared to the people in this room... ——But there is no one in the world that Mao Gonglei dare not meet. "Do you know the guests inside?" "He's not considered a guest... He and Sister Lin are old friends, and they live here occasionally..." There was no response from the room.Mao Gonglei pushed the door open, as relaxed as if he had returned to his own home.

The "guest" sat naked cross-legged on the bed. Mao Gonglei had seen a few overweight people in the past.Two of them were officials in Kyoto.When he saw this kind of fat man, he would imagine, what would happen if his hard fist hit that fat body?Maybe it's not easy to knock down such a fat pig... But he had never seen such a tall fat man.Even sitting cross-legged makes one feel that height.Fat people usually have fairer complexion-people who often work in the sun don't get much fat.But the fat man's skin was as dark as wrought copper.His body, limbs and feet were covered with old scars—the ones on his protruding belly were particularly obvious.There are many tattoo designs on his body, some of which are obviously deformed due to his body gaining weight.The styles and ink colors of the patterns are different—this fat man must have been to many places.

The bed he was sitting on was probably custom-made, otherwise it would have collapsed long ago.Mao Gonglei could see that under the fat of the fat man there were still traces of muscles from hard training in the past - he must be much heavier than another fat man of his size.He wasn't dirty, his nails were cut short, and his long, shiny black hair and beard were neatly trimmed.Fat people usually give people an impression of weak will—people who can’t even control their own body shape, Mao Gonglei believes that there is no will at all.But the chubby face in front of him, the contours of the facial features still give people a feeling as solid as steel.

There is a shiny black birthmark in the center of the fat man's forehead.Shaped like a crescent moon, or the blade of a sickle.Mao Gonglei immediately knew who he was. "Hello." Mao Gonglei went straight into the room and sat on the chair in front of the table.There was a jug of residual wine from last night on the table. Mao Gonglei picked it up and drank it with the spout in his mouth. "Your woman is quite flirty." Mao Gonglei wiped the corner of his mouth. "En." Lian Shou nodded, he looked at Mao Gonglei with a relaxed expression, as if the two men had known each other for a long time.

"What is your name?" "Qu Lin." "Very good." Mao Gonglei stood up, moving his shoulders and neck, as if preparing for work. "How about letting this woman give me a night?" Scythe shrugged. "I'm not her husband. She's a prostitute. I can't stop whoever she wants to sleep with." "Not necessarily? I think she only sleeps with you. Because of you, no one else dares to whore her?" "I don't know. You can ask her." Qu Lin just came back, holding a freshly changed hot water.Seeing a shirtless man appearing in the room, she didn't shake her hand holding the copper basin.Qu Lin smiled slightly, then put the copper basin on the bed, picked up the towel in the basin and wiped the sickle's face.

"She really is a good woman." Mao Gonglei couldn't help but say it this time.He looked at her breasts and hips without hesitation.Watching her wipe the sickle carefully, he understood: it's not that others are afraid of the sickle and dare not prostitute her, it's because she doesn't see men other than the sickle in her eyes. Mao Gonglei likes women, but he doesn't like them enough to get angry with others.Except for those men who like to hit women.Once on the streets of Kyoto, he almost tore off the words of a man who beat his wife with his bare hands.Later, when the wife went to steal the man, of course the man didn't dare to make a sound. Qu Lin was wiping Lian Shou's armpits.Mao Gonglei stepped forward, raised her chin with his right hand, and looked at her face from a close distance.Qu Lin didn't evade, nor did she close her eyes, she calmly looked back at Mao Gonglei, still smiling. "It's a pity that fate is too bad." Mao Gonglei looked at her for a long time before letting go of her face. "You know how to read?" Lian Shou asked.He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.Mao Gonglei handed him the jug on the table.Lian Shou also drank from the spout. "I won't. I just have this feeling." Mao Gonglei pulled his pants. "While there is still fate, love her more." Then he waved the door open and left. "How about going downstairs for a drink?" Lian Shou asked loudly. "We'll have a drink next time we meet." Mao Gonglei's voice came through the door. "The three-headed dog tattooed on your chest is very beautiful, next time I will ask my master to tattoo one for me." "Is he your friend?" Qu Lin asked with her arms around Sickle's shoulders. He shook his head. "But this guy is so interesting." "Yes." Qu Lin nodded in agreement. "Such an honest man is dying these days." Sickle stroked his belly.Qu Lin immediately grabbed his ear: "Are you hungry again? You fat pig!" She smiled and slapped his belly lightly. Lian Shou fell on the bed with a smile, and the bed frame shook violently.He gently embraced Qu Lin, who was less than half his size, in his arms.He smelled the strong smell of barbecue coming from Anton Avenue outside the window. He decided on an early morning for the day.