Chapter 3: Strange Encounter at the Bookstore
It was almost 1pm when I got home. After throwing down the bags, I collapsed on the bed, exhausted. My eyelids suddenly felt heavy. It was natural, I had been working hard all morning and had to carry so many things, after all I was just a 9th grader, it was normal to be sleepy. I kicked my shoes off haphazardly, didn’t even bother to take off my socks, adjusted my posture and fell asleep. I
didn’t know how long I slept, I smelled the fragrant smell of rice and soup. Opening my sleepy eyes, I grabbed my phone to see, it was already past 5pm. I had slept for more than 4 hours, it seemed like this morning had really drained me.
I looked around for the shoes I had kicked off earlier, and saw that someone had neatly arranged them in front of the bed, probably my aunt.
At the dining table, my aunt and I each ate in a corner silently, neither knowing what the other was thinking.
“Auntie, do we have a spare door key?”
“Yes, why are you asking?”
“Oh, I was planning to go for a walk tomorrow. If you have to go out, I have the key to open the door and go home.”
After all, I was still a playful person, staying at home all day was not my style.
“Going out? You’ve only been here a few days and you already want to go? Do you know the roads around here?” She frowned and said coldly.
“Oh my god, you can’t stay home forever? You’ll have to go out sooner or later anyway, what’s wrong with you getting used to the surroundings first? Besides, phones have such good GPS these days, how can you get lost, you’re not stupid.” I argued, determined to go.
Hearing me, she chewed slowly, thought for a while and then said:
“Okay. After you finish eating, I’ll give you the key. Remember not to go too far, be back before 5pm.”
After dinner, my aunt rummaged through the drawer and took out a slightly rusty key, which looked like it hadn’t been used for a long time. She wiped it with a piece of paper and tried inserting it into the lock. Luckily, it still worked.
“Keep it safe, don’t lose it.”
I took the key with both hands as if I had received a treasure, and saluted my aunt in a military manner:
“I assure you, the key is still there, the person is there, the key is lost!”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
My aunt also laughed at me, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, then she tapped me on the forehead with her finger.
“If you lose me, won’t your mother skin me alive?”
The night passed without anything special. The next morning, I woke up very early, finished breakfast, told my aunt, and went out. My aunt also had something to do today, and asked me where I wanted to go so she could take me for a while, but I refused.
Leaving the house, the fresh air made my spirit feel refreshed, much more comfortable than being confined in the house. I opened the map and found a bookstore that had been marked in advance. This was a bookstore that I happened to see while browsing the map. Looking at the photo, I saw that the facade looked old and classic, so I wanted to go check it out. Influenced by my mother, I was also quite interested in retro-style things.
I took a taxi and soon arrived in front of the bookstore. Getting out of the car and standing in front of the door, the ancient, old feeling of the bookstore became even more obvious.
Creak~~
I gently pushed open the large door of the bookstore, the old wooden door made a sound that made my teeth ache, like the groan of an old man about to return to the earth.
After entering, I looked around. The bookstore was not big, only about 100 square meters. A few black wooden bookshelves were neatly arranged in the middle of the room. The sunlight through the skylight cast a dim light, giving off an indescribable feeling of antiquity. There wasn’t a speck of dust on the shelves, which meant they were cleaned regularly.
However, the books on the shelves weren’t neatly arranged. They were a mess of all sizes. The books around the shelves were even worse. There were many bookcases along the wall of the bookstore, and the books were piled haphazardly. There were all kinds of books, from human anatomy to ghost stories, and I even saw porn.
“Are you here to read? What are you standing here for?”
A female voice rang out from the counter next to her, her voice as clear and sweet as a nightingale’s.
Only then did I see a pair of bright eyes watching me warily through the gaps between the books piled on the counter. The books on the counter were piled up like mountains, so when I entered, I didn’t notice that there was a girl standing there.
“Um, I’m here to read. This is my first time here, I didn’t know you were here. Sorry.” “First time?”
I said apologetically.
I heard footsteps coming from behind the counter. It was the girl who came out.
My eyes lit up. The girl in front of me had a simple ponytail, wearing a white dress with purple and blue patterns. Beneath the dress were long, soft legs, wearing knee-high white fishnet stockings and a pair of brown women’s sneakers.
On her delicate oval face, her willow-like eyebrows trembled slightly every time she frowned, adding a bit of spring to her big, round, clear, and pure eyes. Her small, delicate nose twitched occasionally, looking very adorable. A
pair of small, unpainted cherry lips, a natural pink color.
Following the white, delicate neck were a pair of newly sprouted breasts, just the right size, like flower buds about to bloom, making people look forward to how beautiful they would be when they bloomed.
This girl’s waist was extremely slim, and when she turned around, she looked very graceful. Her thighs were long and slender, compared to Auntie My Huyen’s plump legs, this girl’s legs were much slimmer.
Her small feet were like lotus flowers, long and slender enough to be held in one hand, making one want to hold them in the palm of one’s hand.
The sun was gradually rising, the light from the skylight slowly moving from the wall to the floor, the dust in the room was clearly visible under the sunlight. But the girl was still standing there, not touched by the flying dust, like a lotus blooming in the middle of a pond, not stained by the mud.
“Hey! What are you looking at with such a lewd gaze?”
The girl frowned and said angrily.
“Oh? Ah! Ah, sorry. I was a little surprised to see a beautiful lady like you suddenly appear in this old bookstore. Excuse me, sis, are you the only one looking after this bookstore?”
I looked at the girl who was half a head taller than me and tactfully called her “sister”.
“Your grandfather usually looks after this store, but today he has to go out to buy something, so I have to look after it for him.”
Which girl doesn’t like to be complimented? When I complimented her beauty, she immediately smiled and waved her hand:
“You can read any book you want inside, but if you want to take it out, you have to register.”
After saying that, she turned back to the counter.
Although I wanted to talk more with this girl to improve our relationship, she seemed unwilling to talk. Although I had known many girls in school before, I had never met a girl with such a tall, slender figure and pure temperament.
I walked to the bookshelf and placed my hand on it. As soon as I touched the shelf, a cool feeling spread from my palm all the way down my arm, all the way to my heart. It seemed that this bookshelf was not made of ordinary wood.
I flipped through a few books, but none of them caught my eye, so I flipped through them a bit and then put them away. Suddenly, a small book hidden at the bottom caught my attention. Looking from the corner of the book, I saw that the book was quite old, the cover had no decorative patterns, as if the publisher did not care about the decoration on the outside.
I took it out to look, in the middle of the cover were four large characters written in brush: “NGỈ NU TÂM KINH”. The handwriting was both strong and majestic, it was clear that the writer had a very high level of calligraphy.
Below was a smaller line: “A guide to conquering women”.
The handwriting was beautiful, but the title really made me laugh. Oh my god, what era is this? Is that the title still used? Is it like a martial arts novel? The Condor Hero? Like The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra by Little Dragon Girl or something. How ridiculous. Conquering women? Conquering women? Here I am, rich and handsome, why do I need to learn this? I smiled, calmly throwing the book on the shelf. But before I could take two steps, the charming and attractive images of my mother and aunt appeared in my mind.
I suddenly thought, maybe this book will help me. I calmly stepped back, picked up the book, then calmly walked to the back corner and sat down to read. To avoid attracting attention, I placed a comic book outside this book as a disguise.
The book was not long, only about ten to twenty pages, everything inside was handwritten. The first page had a long, neatly written paragraph, basically explaining that the author had spent decades enjoying women, and now that he was out of things, he wanted to rewrite it and pass it on to future generations.
“It’s so mysterious, like the secret manual in a martial arts novel.”
Turn to the second page:
“In this world, there are women who love you and women who don’t love you. Having sex with a woman who loves you is easy, but how to make a woman who doesn’t love you have sex with you, that’s an art.”
I took a deep breath and continued reading:
“There’s a good saying, men are not bad, women don’t love. To conquer a woman, sometimes you have to use necessary measures. As the saying goes, sex is the way to a woman’s heart. You have to conquer her body first, then she will open her heart to you.”
I nodded: That makes sense.
“And conquering a woman’s body requires skillful skills and a strong body. Of course, having a powerful cock will help you do less and get more.”
“Below is the ultimate technique to conquer women that I have synthesized the essence of the ancients and created. Practicing this technique every morning and evening will maximize the stimulation of the internal yang energy of men, making the body stronger and stronger.”
I flipped through the pages, the following pages were all drawings of movements and some explanations in words, just like a martial arts manual. I looked at the pages explaining the movements and felt confused: Does this lame book really work? Or was it written by some idle old man to tease people?
When I flipped to the last pages, I discovered that the content had changed:
“The physical factor is of course important, but sometimes it also needs the support of charcoal medicine, so that you can do less and get more, and get results in one shot. Below is the essence of my entire life of learning.”
The next content introduced all the names of the medicines and their recipes. The formulas contained some Chinese medicinal ingredients, and some chemical ingredients, it seemed that this old man had researched both fields.
But when I read the uses of these medicines, my eyes lit up: There were topical medicines, oral medicines, and even some that evaporated in the air, not only effective on women but also on men. As for Viagra-like drugs that help men get an erection and prolong their time, I find using them a disgrace. Before, when I had sex with my girlfriend, the time it took me to fuck and suck cock combined was more than an hour before I came, and that was because I tried to hold back. As for my hardness, there’s no need to discuss it, any girl who had sex with me said that when it was hard, it was like a big iron bar.
These drugs are too detailed and complicated, I didn’t look closely. I don’t know if they are as effective as the book says, just collecting the materials to make them is not a matter of a day or two. But if they are really as effective as the book says, then… he he…
“What are you smiling about while sitting there with a book?” A shout startled me out of my daydream. I looked closely, and it turned out that the girl at the counter was standing in front of me, hands on hips, staring. “
Your face looks lewd, are you reading a dirty book? You’re still young, but you’ve already learned bad habits?”
This girl looked innocent and bright, but unexpectedly had a strong personality, and was very bold in her speech, daring to say anything.
“Uh… this… hehe…”
I forced a smile.
“Hey, why are you blatantly slandering me? Look carefully, I’m reading comics, comics! Okay?”
I held up the book in my hand, it was the one I used to cover the outside. Luckily, I was prepared, otherwise I would have been embarrassed.
“Humph, comics, what a brat, still reading comics,” seeing that I guessed wrong, this girl wasn’t weak at all, and even mocked me. Seeing her stubbornness
, I didn’t bother to argue anymore, angrily picked up the book and went somewhere else to read it by myself. The girl saw that I didn’t pay attention to her anymore, stomped her feet in anger and returned to the counter.
I was afraid that the girl would come over to peek again, so after changing places, I picked up another book and read absentmindedly, thinking about the content of the Royal Maiden Heart Sutra. Right now, I still had doubts about the authenticity of the book’s content. The movements were fine, if they didn’t work, that’s fine, but those medicines could kill people if not used carefully. Everything had to be careful, careful, and very careful.
I found a place that wouldn’t be discovered to hide the Royal Maiden Heart Sutra, and feeling uneasy, I put a pile of books on top of it. Looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention to my actions, I felt relieved and left.
When I reached the door, through the crack, I saw the girl bowing her head to study something. I didn’t say anything, quietly pulling the wooden door out.
Creak~~ Creak~~
When the wooden door slowly closed, the girl who was concentrating suddenly raised her head, brushing back the lock of hair on her forehead. She pulled back a corner of the curtain on the window next to the counter, watching my figure gradually fade away, her eyes flashing with a meaningful light…
At noon, I ate outside and then found an internet cafe to play all afternoon, conveniently teasing the pretty female employees there.
Normally, my mother gave me some pocket money every week, but that amount alone was not enough for me to pay for going to a hotel to date girls.
Most of my pocket money came from my father. Perhaps because my father was often abroad and could not be by my side, so to make up for the guilt in his heart, he secretly made me a bank card. The card had more than 700 million VND loaded at once, and another 350 million VND was regularly transferred into it every year.
This amount of money was nothing to the super-rich kids, but it was enough for me to live a life of debauchery every day. Of course, this money helped me a lot later on. As for whether it was good or bad for me, it was hard to say.
When I got home, it was almost dark. Since it was still August, the sky was still bright.
“Where did you run off to today?” My aunt came out of the bedroom, her arms behind her back, and she asked while fixing her hair.
My eyes swept over her plump breasts, and I swallowed.
“In the morning, I went to the bookstore to read for a while, and in the afternoon, I went to the amusement park to play a bit.”
“Oh, really? You even took the initiative to read books.” My aunt looked at me in surprise, looking doubtful. “If you really had that kind of self-awareness, your mother
wouldn’t have sent you here to me.” My aunt waved her hand at me, looking disbelieving. Seeing my aunt’s doubt, I didn’t argue, because after a few days of contact, I had a rough understanding of my aunt’s personality. She was someone who wouldn’t allow anyone to doubt her, especially a student like me.
“I’m a bit tired, I’ll go back to my room and rest first.” I didn’t say much to my aunt, and went straight to my room. As soon as I entered, I lay down on the bed and thought about what happened that morning. Although I still had doubts, I still wanted to find an opportunity to verify the content of that book, maybe it would be a turning point in my life.
After dinner, my aunt took her clothes and went to take a bath. She usually bathed for nearly an hour, this was the opportunity. I stood in the living room, recalling the movements in the book “The Royal Maiden Heart Sutra” and then awkwardly imitated them. Although the movements weren’t complicated, I had only read it once so I only remembered the first few movements.
After doing a few movements, I discovered that they were mainly anal contraction and muscle stretching exercises, some of which were similar to Tai Chi. With the mentality of “there’s still life, there’s still hope”, I practiced a few more times, until my aunt was about to finish bathing, then I stopped. At this time, I clearly felt a burning sensation in my dantian and kidneys. I thought to myself: Could these movements really be effective?
In no time, my aunt came out. She used a towel to wrap her shiny black hair, constantly wringing it. Seeing me sitting on the sofa, she signaled me to take a shower, then she went back to her bedroom.
Click!
When the bedroom door closed, I took my clothes and went into the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I found that the pile of dirty clothes I took off yesterday had been taken away, probably washed. Suddenly, a black, ball-shaped object in the corner of the room caught my attention.
I picked it up to see, it turned out to be a pair of rolled-up black socks. I brought it up to my nose to smell, and it emitted a pure scent mixed with a hint of sweat, stimulating me to the point that I shivered. This smell was not only not unpleasant to smell, but also constantly stimulating my brain. I felt an evil fire burning in my stomach, spreading through my body through my blood.
I grabbed the end of the stocking, gently pulled it, and the black stockings that were originally curled up stretched out like a woman’s curled legs. Only then did I discover that one of the stockings had a faint stain on the knee. It turned out that these were the black stockings my aunt wore when she went shopping yesterday, the stain on them was from me secretly wiping them with my foot while eating.
Could it be that just because of such a small stain, my aunt threw these stockings away?
“Oh my aunt, you’re so self-conscious. Since you don’t need them anymore, I’ll give you these black stockings.”
I caressed the black stockings, the high-quality material made them incredibly smooth. I imagined that I was caressing my aunt’s long legs covered in black stockings, my two hands embracing her pretty feet, slowly stroking up from the toes, feeling her pink-painted toes rub against my palms through the stockings. I stroked her round heels and continued up, until she reached her calves.
I kept stroking my aunt’s calves, front, back, above, below, lovingly not wanting to let go. I felt the smoothness of the socks, constantly kneading, not missing an inch of skin on my aunt’s legs. I
don’t know when, but my cock had stood up, proud like a flag planted on the enemy’s battlefield.
The blue veins bulged on the shaft of my cock, looking fierce like a ferocious beast.
Now I no longer stopped at stroking my aunt’s socks, I needed a more intense way to relieve myself. I picked up the socks, pressed them to my nose and took a deep breath. It was the pure scent of orchids mixed with a bit of sweat, those were the socks my aunt had worn all day, that was her most original scent!
I took the black socks and wrapped them around my cock, impatiently pulling them up and down. The smooth feeling from the silk socks made me feel so good I could fly to the sky. Thinking about the fact that these socks were worn by my aunt, the incestuous
excitement in my heart grew even stronger. Recalling my aunt’s solemn appearance when wearing gold-rimmed glasses, that dignified, intellectual teacher’s demeanor, my hands moved even faster. Now I was immersed in my imagination, as if I was thrusting my long, thick cock into my aunt’s plump pussy, thrusting in and out vigorously. Each time I thrust in and out, strands of vaginal fluid followed, splashing onto the pubic hair at the place of intercourse, like drops of morning dew on young grass, transparent and sparkling. As for my aunt, she covered her mouth, trying not to moan, to maintain her noble, cold appearance. But her wet pussy, her beautiful, red face, and the occasional moans that escaped from her tightly covered mouth betrayed that this noble woman was about to lose her temper. Suddenly, I placed my aunt’s long legs in black stockings on my shoulders, like a racer about to reach the finish line, tightly gripping the steering wheel, my two hands tightly gripping my aunt’s slender, soft hips as I thrust forward. Under my fast pace, my aunt finally couldn’t take it anymore, letting out sweet, melodious moans with each of my thrusts, mixed with sobs. Her moans were like a powerful aphrodisiac, stimulating me to continuously speed up, and her plump breasts also shook with the rhythm of my fucking. “Mmm… mmmm mmmm… mmmm a~ a~ aaa~~~!” My aunt’s moans grew louder and louder, finally reaching their climax. At the same time, I also reached my limit, shooting out all the essence in my body… Slurp~ slurp~ slurp~
The shower in the bathroom continued to pour cold water. Under the shower, a teenager sat on the cold floor against the wall, letting the cold water pour over him without any reaction. His wrists were placed on his knees, and he held a black sock in his hand. The sock was already soaked, and water dripped from the tip of the sock onto the tiled floor, leaving a few milky white streaks, but they were quickly washed away by the water.
The teenager slowly raised his head, his messy hair was already soaked. Under his eyebrows was a pair of sharp eyes, staring resolutely at the black sock in his palm, the corners of his mouth gradually curling into an indescribable smile…
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The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, shining on the ground, creating specks of light like coins. The birds on the branches chirped and told each other about their sweet dreams last night. In a corner of the park, a teenager was exercising in the gentle breeze . His opening and closing movements seemed clumsy, but if you observed closely, you would see that they were gradually becoming more proficient with each repetition. At some point, he seemed to have reached a state of oneness between heaven and man.
Huh~ After completing a set of movements, the young man took a deep breath and pulled out a wet tissue from his pocket to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. The messy hair on his forehead was neatly combed, revealing a handsome, somewhat immature face.
This person was of course me – Guo Hao. After practicing a few movements in the Royal Maiden Heart Sutra last night, I felt that it was effective, so this morning after breakfast, I hurriedly ran to the park, taking advantage of the cool weather to practice a few more times. After all, there was no such good environment at home.
I touched my slightly hot abdomen: Just a few simple movements were already so effective, if I learned the whole set, how much better would it be? This made me look forward to the Royal Maiden Heart Sutra.
“Maybe the contents of this book are all true, including those drugs.”
Thinking of this, my heart was burning: It seems that my 9th grade life will be more interesting than I thought.
Looks like I have to go over there today to carefully review the contents inside, if necessary, I have to bring the book back. Thinking of this, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in my mind, it was the girl at the book counter. If I wanted to bring the book back, I had to get through her test first. Remembering her fierce appearance yesterday, I had a headache again. How should I deal with this girl, should I sacrifice my beauty?
But thinking of that girl’s tall, slender, well-proportioned body, her fair, smooth skin, her slightly seductive willow-leaf eyebrows, and her large, clear eyes. Cough~ cough~ Okay, if necessary, I will reluctantly sacrifice my beauty once.
I was like a brave warrior charging into battle, resolutely pulling open the door of the old bookstore.
Crack~~
Following the tooth-aching sound of the door opening, I entered the bookstore.