After I came back, I rested for two days. I forgot about what happened at the grave that day. I picked up my mood and continued to be my psychiatrist and flirt with my clients.
However, what I didn't know was that my destiny had completely changed because of that night that I will never recall.
When I came back from City C, I discovered something strange. There was a black spot as big as a sesame on the middle finger of my left hand. At first, I thought it was scratched somewhere, so I didn't pay attention to it at all.
It's getting worse and worse. My left hand is perfectly fine for masturbating, guessing, and toasting. However, whenever I touch a woman's body, even a hair or fingertip, my middle finger will feel like burning pain, especially if it's a loser.
When I was in bed, the pain was so severe that my heart was pounding and I was frothing at the mouth.
As the pain attacks became more and more frequent, the black spot on my middle finger became larger and larger, and eventually the entire upper knuckle was completely black, as if it was stained with ink.
I realized there was something wrong with my body, so I started to seek medical treatment everywhere. I went to all the famous hospitals. After a checkup, nothing happened.
My clients are all met at banquets, and most of them come here not so much for psychological counseling, but because of my face. However, now it has been spread that if I do that, I will suffer from epilepsy. Originally,
Those women who were all so affectionate and affectionate towards me are now avoiding me as if they've seen a ghost.
Slowly, my business got worse and worse, and I began to avoid the invitations from my friends to have sex. I closed the office door very early every day, drank dry wine out of boredom, and spent a lot of money while looking at the beauties in the chat room.
** striptease, crazy while holding an inflatable doll.
I have no choice, this is the only way I can vent my passion for this.
Sometimes I look at my pitch-black middle finger and wish I could cut it off with a knife. Because of it, I changed from a romantic and unrestrained lover to a weakling who can only hide in the dark and masturbate every day.
I continued to seek medical treatment in a daze, threw away a lot of money, and treated myself as a guinea pig, taking Chinese and Western medicine to my death. It was not until the landlord came to urge me to pay the rent that I realized that the money in my safe was already there.
There are very few left.
I told the landlord that I recently lent money to a friend to let him take some time off.
The landlord usually has a pretty good personal relationship with me, and often asks me to help him secretly connect with beautiful female clients. When I meet some horny young women, I will make some convenient favors to help him.
The landlord readily agreed and said, OK, let's pay it together next month.
When he walked to the door, he turned around and asked me with a lewd smile, "Xiao Qin, have you seen any beautiful young women lately, or anything like that?"
What I hate most now is when people mention women to me. I am mad at his wife, but I have to put on a squinty look on my face and say, "Yes, but they are not of good quality, and they are not as good as my sister-in-law."
I know that this old pervert has very high requirements for women. His wife is a coquettish, charming, and so beautiful that a man would want to fuck her, so the landlord would not look down on ordinary women at all.
The landlord nodded and said with a smile, "Well, please help me keep an eye on it. If there is anything good, don't forget to call me."
I said I got it, and when this guy left, I began to worry. I had indeed made a lot of money in the past few years, but I also spent a lot of money on food, clothing, entertainment, and squandered money like water. I almost spent all my money.
"It's all your damn fault for not living up to expectations. Why did you contract such a strange disease? I make a living by earning money from women. Now you want me to drink the northwest wind?" I lit a cigarette and leaned against it.
On the bedside, looking at the dark fingers, I wanted to bite them off and chew them to pieces.
I took out my cell phone and called the friends I usually hang out with to drink and pick up girls to borrow money to help with emergencies. I contacted a group of animals, but the line was either busy or no one answered.
"**, these bastards are so unloyal. They usually treat each other as brothers and always let you have beautiful horses. But now that I'm in trouble, they hide away from each other. What the hell."
I tried to call a few women I had a good relationship with. These women usually fucked their brothers and husbands one after another in bed. I wanted to borrow some money to get through the hard time. It shouldn't be a problem.
As soon as the call came through, most of them hung up immediately, or were on the phone. One of them, a naughty guy, answered the phone and sarcastically said, "Qin Jian, I heard that your thing is sick, and you even touch women."
No, what, do you want to come over and play? As long as you can play, I can borrow any amount of money."
"Fuck you bitch, get out!" They say business girls are unjust and bitches are ruthless. I finally saw this, so I cursed and pinched off the phone.
I was flipping through the address book blankly, and suddenly I saw Caihua's name, and I suddenly became excited.
I am Caihua's idol, and this guy is a second-generation rich man, and he is quite generous. Borrowing 70,000 or 80,000 yuan for emergency relief shouldn't be a problem.
Just as I was about to push it over, my fingers stopped and I realized that I was too naive.
Caihua is just a travel buddy. We have never contacted each other since he came back from city C. He even quit the travel companions guild and made it clear that he doesn’t want to talk to me. If I go to borrow money, aren’t I asking for trouble?
But when I saw the empty safe, what the hell do I have to face now? I'm just a guy that everyone hates.
I dialed Caihua's number with trembling hands. The phone rang for a long time and then the call was connected. There was a noisy voice from the other end, which seemed to be mixed with the rhythm of sadness and music.
Without thinking much, I pretended to be excited and asked, ***Caihua, how are you doing lately? Why don't you have sex anymore?
Caihua spoke, her voice was very depressed, without the heroic spirit at that time, "Brother Qin, stop talking, something big happened to me, the old man died, I am busy at the funeral parlor, I will contact you when I finish.
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When I heard about this situation, I didn't have the nerve to ask for money. It seemed that the boy had been unlucky recently and didn't mention money again. I comforted him and hung up the phone.
After talking to Caihua on the phone and hearing his familiar voice, I felt much more comfortable. It turns out that I still have friends.
Caihua seems to have a pretty good attitude towards me. I'll mention the loan again when he's done. Anyway, the house still has one month left.
I spent more than half a month in a daze, drinking heavily every day, trying to pass the hard days, and I didn't have much dry red left in my collection.
I hide in my room every day, not knowing how to face the rest of my life. I don't have the courage to accept this miserable life, so I can only stay in the darkness and numb myself in drunken dreams.
"Dong dong!" I heard someone knocking on the door downstairs, and when I looked at the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the fucking midnight. If it had been before, I would have been sure that there must be a charming and scantily clad lover standing outside the door.
But now, I am a little confused. Should I open the door and do this business? My reputation is already bad among women, and acquaintances will not come to my door.
Thinking of this, I quickly got up from the bed and prayed secretly that the person who came to hook up with me was not just a simple mental patient, so that I could still make some money with my own words.
The door opened, to my great disappointment. Standing outside the door was a fashionable and sexy girl. She was wearing a black fur with shiny hair, and a low-cut dress underneath, revealing most of her round breasts. Under her miniskirt,
Her slender legs wrapped in black stockings and red high heels set off her enchanting face, which is cool and noble.
The only drawback was that she had too much makeup on her face, and her whole face looked like it had been painted with a layer of white ash and then splashed with lard. It was white and shabby, and the perfume on her body was strong and pungent.
"Beauty, you sprayed too much perfume. You must be very anxious when you go out." I was sure that this was an unfamiliar face. It seemed that this business was promising.
The woman said, Doctor Qin, what you said is really accurate, but you have the heart to let me stand outside the door all the time?
Her voice was very gentle, with a hint of charm, and coupled with her enchanting figure, it was very erotic. My thing that hadn't touched a woman for a long time began to rise unconsciously again, completely forgetting that I couldn't do it now.
Touched a woman.
I let her in, sat on the leather chair, lit a cigarette, and asked, can I help you?
She said, Doctor Qin, have you ever heard of carpe diem?
I vomited my eyes, squinted my peach blossom eyes, looked into her charming big eyes, and said jokingly, this is the sentence I say most to my customers.
She stood up slowly, walked to my side, and caressed my face with her smooth, cold fingers, "Now that you know, what are you waiting for?"
I understood, this was indeed someone who came to me to hook up with me. Maybe it was some slutty prankster who deliberately let her come to humiliate me.
"I'm sorry, I'm very tired today. If you don't have any other questions, I think you can leave." I sneered.
She smiled gently, spread her legs and sat down on me, and began to kiss my earlobe gently. She inserted her fingers into my chest, caressing and teasing me back and forth, shaking her waist, and moaning intoxicatedly.
Although I can no longer play with women, the man's reaction is there. Looking at those plump and elastic breasts, my tent bulges even more.
"Dr. Qin, didn't you say we should enjoy ourselves in time? Let's go upstairs!"
I gritted my teeth and said, "You can go upstairs. You have to pay my consultation fee first. Damn it, I can't go up anyway. I can't lose both my life and my money."
"How much?" she asked.
"One thousand eighty!" I gasped.
She unbuckled my belt, grabbed the thing through her pants, and laughed wildly, "Dr. Qin, your fees are really expensive."
I said, carpe diem is more expensive and there is no discount.
She was about to put her hands into her pants, but I pushed her away with my chest and jumped up.
Until now, I still don’t understand what disease I have, but what is certain is that I cannot touch women with my left hand, and women’s hands should not touch my younger brother, otherwise I will get sick at any time, and I think of the heartbreaking pain.