Chapter 1
The rain is incessant, and the rusted window frames guide the raindrops in a meandering path down the wooden window sills, leaving uneven wet marks. Outside the window, there used to be a pond where, on sunny and breezy days, the families of the workers would raise ducks and geese, frolicking on the water's surface. Now, the view is obscured by the newly constructed three-story building of the Li family, just a few meters away. The building is still under construction, with unpainted exterior walls. When the rain falls, the rough cement walls appear dark and dreary, seemingly absorbing what little outdoor light there is. Mu Yao extinguished his cigarette in a soda can, reached out to close the half-open window, and, with a curtain of spring rain, wept as he was blocked from the world outside the glass.
The 9 o'clock train to city B, Mu Yao opened his backpack, checked his documents and ticket. It was only 6:30 in the morning, but the stuffy air and dim light in the room made it difficult to muster any enthusiasm. However, he didn't want to go back to bed for more sleep, as he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. He could have left early, taking a leisurely stroll to the train station, but unfortunately, it was raining early in the morning. Rain is abundant in the Jiangnan region, especially in this small county town. Having lived here for 18 years, most of his impressions were of continuous drizzles, as if it had become the fixed background of this place—damp, sticky, old, and ambiguous.
Mu Yao felt a little cold, and drew over the windbreaker on the back of the chair over his white T-shirt, righting the zipper on both sides, and was about to pull it up when he felt a soft, slippery hand on his neck, probing over with a slightly cool damp vapor. Mu Yao closed his eyes, letting the hand carefully touch his neck, flowing repeatedly between his jaw and the knot of his throat, and then unsurprisingly traversing the V-neckline of his T-shirt to his nipples, gently twisting them. The body pressed against his back gasped and crouched lower and lower, the dangling, heavy breasts brushing against his cheeks, reminding him starkly of the texture of the thing being held and kneaded in his hands.
Mu Yao helplessly loosened the zipper and pressed down on the hand that was clearly increasing its range of motion in his shirt, "We're going to have to go for a ride later." That hand paused, gently struggled, and seemed to notice that Mu Yao's suppressive force was not too great, and in a moment, it got rid of the restraints, and as if it was afraid of being grabbed again, it quickly escaped from the neckline, and slid down sharply outside of the blouse, and went straight to the point of clasping the bulge between Mu Yao's two legs, rubbing it gently and obstinately and begging for it.
Mu Yao watched the well-boned, pale, thin, smooth hand, running skillfully over his sex through the zipper of his jeans, and gave up and leaned back against the back of the chair. The person behind him, seeing that he was no longer moving, came to the front and lay down on his slender thighs to unzip his pants, and his already half-raised sex was finally exposed to the cool air. Mu Yao heard an intermittent sigh, as if the rain hit the leaves and spun around before rolling down onto the dark brown dirt under the tree. Immediately afterward, his lower body was wrapped into the silky lining of his mouth, his penis already fully erect, and the soft, sticky tip of his tongue inspected all of his sensitive zones, rubbing repeatedly in the smooth grooves at the tip. Mu Yao drew back a breath and reached out to press down on the head that was buried between his straddles and rubbing against him, the small head tumbling with fluffy waves that hadn't yet been combed, Mu Yao's long, slender five fingers balking between the thick strands of hair, seeming to confine and push back. Then suddenly reached down into the armpit of the woman below and pulled the limp body up from between her legs. The woman gasped sharply as she sat across him, her wide-open legs white and slender, her dark red robe already pushed up to her waist and abdomen, and she really wasn't wearing any panties. Mu Yao pulled out a small smile and reached down to run his hand over the woman's lush pubic hair a couple of times, the drenching lewdness below was brought up to a bright, shiny mess.
The woman grunted twice and couldn't wait to tug at his pants, and Mu Yao arched his back as his jeans were rolled up his thighs. Just as he lifted the woman's plump hips, the other man was already holding his swollen cock eagerly shoved into his own slippery canal. The woman whimpered like a sob and went limp on top of him. Mu Yao held her hips with one hand and reached in through the hem of his robe to grasp the breasts that were bouncing in front of his eyes, squeezing them so hard that the softness squeezed out of his fingers in a hurry. The woman gasped, frowning tightly, her face full of arousal and pain, her feet propped up on the edge of the bed next to her for strength spasmed, her waist spanning the hair compactly undulating between Mu Yao's straddles, moving for a while, and then disengaging her grip on the back of the chair, loosely crouching down onto Mu Yao's chest with a huff of air.
Knowing that the other party did not have the strength, Mu Yao lifted up her hips, and stretched his waist to thrust up, and the woman who was softly ambling on the body catered to the writhing along with his movements, and the softly undulating body trance made Mu Yao feel like a dark and deep lake in the darkness of the night, and wanted to suck him completely clean. The room echoed with the watery sounds of the two men's sex organs mingling, and the lewd scent emanating from the jointed parts of their lower bodies made Mu Yao feel dizzy and suffocated. He couldn't help but thrust hard a few times, his forehead against the top of the woman's hair ejaculating juices. The woman contracted her canal and clamped down hard on his flaccid sex to grind, then suddenly threw back her waist and shuddered with a low cry, collapsing onto the desk behind her, the dark red front of her robe fluttering open, transforming into a patch of stale blood in Mu Yao's eyes. The breasts that had broken free from the robe were plump and full, pale blue veins under the pale skin converging on the dark red nipples at the tips, quivering with the afterglow of orgasm.
"Go wash them." Mu Yao whispered, lifting her off her body and turning into the lavatory. The warm water rustling in the rosette reminded him again of the early morning rain outside the window.
"When's the next time you'll be back?" The woman snuggled over, her long fluffy hair drenched in water and clinging in silky strands to Mu Yao's bare chest.
"In a couple months," Mu Yao gathered the wet curls of hair behind her ear and smoothed them out, "Don't call and lie to me that you're sick ... again, I'll be back when I have time."
"Mmm..." the woman wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, the flow of water adding to the slickness of the skin between the two, her lower belly pressing against Mu Yao's span as she panted lowly, "Give it to me one more time... ..."
Mu Yao pursed his lips, a bitter smile swallowed in his throat, flipping the woman over to face the wall, abruptly thrusting deep into her lower body from behind, the woman let out a shriek, gradually returning to a sigh of satisfaction. The water from the shower splashed sharply onto Mu Yao's slightly tilted face, washing away the wisp of salty flavor that had seeped out from between his clenched gums.
Coming out of the bathroom, the time was nearly eight o'clock. The T-shirt and jeans from earlier were crumpled and condemned to the floor, obviously no longer wearable. Mu Yao picked them up and folded them and stuffed them into his backpack, intending to go back to school and wash them again, changing into another set of clean clothes and pulling on his trench coat.
The woman who had been wordlessly following behind him had also changed into another set of blue-bottomed floral pajamas, which Mu Yao had only bought for her when she returned this time, Mu Yao remembered that she had started bu阴g things for her on the first winter vacation back from going to school in B-city, including underwear and a variety of skincare products. He slung on his backpack before turning back, "I'm leaving."
The woman looked at him did not say anything, slightly narrowed his eyes side leaning on the desk, the corners of his eyes in the dim light pulled out a few shallow lines. Mu Yao touched her hair, turned to open the door, his hand just explored the door handle, waist was wrapped around the woman, the woman's face pressed against his undershirt, white thin ten fingers in his chest forcefully entangled. Mu Yao took hold of those two hands, slowly stretching the curled fingers flat, and turned back to take the woman into his arms, "Don't be like this, mom. I'll be back in a couple months."
"Uhm ...," the woman responded, slowly releasing the hands clasped around his waist. Mu Yao turned to open the door and walked into the continuous rain with his umbrella open, knowing that the door behind him wouldn't close until he turned the corner of the street, not caring about the mud under his feet he quickened his steps, the rain poured down from the edge of the coffee-colored folding umbrella and in no time at all he was soaking his clothes.