The Home Visit of the Prostitute Master (Exquisite Good Article)

Author: wubendanchun
Word count: 9601
“A servant, your teacher is here, come down quickly”
“Damn, what year is it, what kind of old-fashioned things are you doing home visits, and I don’t know which teacher it is…” I was in the room
I was busy preparing for tomorrow’s exam when I heard my aunt downstairs calling
Shouting, I had to temporarily put my homework on hold and go downstairs to have a look.
When I came to the hall on the first floor, my uncle and aunt were sitting on the sofa and chatting with the teacher.
“Master…Master…Mr. Zhu…” When I came to this ‘teacher’, I was dumbfounded and almost called the master directly. Fortunately, the master
He winked at me before hastily changing his words.
I stood blankly in front of the master, not knowing what to do for a while.
“Why are you so rude? The teacher didn’t introduce you when he came!” It was my uncle’s words that brought me back to my senses.
“Well…yes…this is Teacher Zhu, who teaches us…Chinese…they are my uncle and aunt…” I briefed them
introduced each other.
“Come…do it by the teacher’s side…” The host secretly gave me a wink, and I obeyed obediently, not daring to say a word.
“I really didn’t expect you, teacher, to come to visit your home specially. I really appreciate you, teacher.”
“Where does it come from, A servant, this child has performed very well in school and has great potential. If he is trained properly, he will be a very good talent.
The exam is coming soon, I think there are still some weak spots in A Pu’s homework
, just come over and give him a tutoring session, so I shouldn’t disturb everyone. ”
“How could it be? Servant has been bothering you a lot at school, and you still come all the way to give him tutoring. It’s too late to be grateful!”
“Hehe! I’m overwhelmed. What about the servant’s parents, how could he live with you?”
“They have been working abroad all year round. They were worried about this precious son, so they entrusted them to us. This child is quite introverted.
I seldom run around, except home is school. ”
“Yeah, he often hides in school alone to study, he is a good boy!” The master squinted at me, and I knew what she said.
What do you mean, I can only nod in response…
“Then, if that’s the case, let’s review our homework.” The master exchanged greetings with his uncle and aunt for a while.
“Then thank you teacher. Servant, you can take the teacher to your study and study hard with the teacher!”
“Oh… Got it…”
“Teacher, if you need anything, you can just call servant, we live on the second floor.”
“Okay, sorry to bother you.”

I took the master upstairs. I live in a four-story building with my uncle and aunt. My uncle and aunt only have one daughter, namely
My cousin is studying abroad, so I am usually the only one at home
The three of us. The first floor is used as the living room and kitchen, the second floor is mainly the rooms of uncles, aunts and cousins, the third floor is the guest room, and the fourth floor is basically
Used to store sundries and tools. Originally, my room was arranged on the second
Building, but I was shy and shy since I was a child, and I didn’t like the noise of people coming and going on the second floor, so I asked my family to arrange my room in the
fourth floor. The more critical point of living here isbecause I can be myself
happy things without anyone bothering me. Here is my bedroom. A personal study room is where I usually study, my
No one is allowed to enter the study room, even uncles and aunts have no books
room key.
When I was very young, my parents left me to my uncle and aunt to go abroad, and they just sent me more than 2,000 yuan a month as living expenses.
Although my uncle and aunt are very kind to me, they are not my biological father after all.
My mother, without the care of my parents, caused me to be lonely and introverted, and also caused me to have a very serious Oedipus complex. When I was very young, I
I just like to crawl around under the feet of those aunts who come to play at home, hi
Huan lay on their laps and sucked the fragrance that made me fall in love. This complex becomes more severe with age. I’m right
Those girls my age had no interest at all, on the contrary, were
Those coquettish women around the age of 35 are fatal to me. Every time I see those coquettish and stylishly dressed,
A beautiful woman exuding a strong perfume smells all over my heart
An urge to rush forward…I’ve tried hooking up with girls my age too, but, that feeling even makes me sick…
The appearance of the master seems to be a deliberate arrangement of God. The owner was 18 years older than me and a prostitute. She is beautiful, coquettish, and lustful.
The painful memories of the past made her hate men differently from ordinary people
, to her, a man is just an object of her abuse, a creature lower than livestock. She’s a pedophile and likes to play like me
This kind of little boy who is not deeply involved in the world, it is said that the boys she has played with are not counted.
its number. She is brutal, a female tyrant. She is no longer popular as a prostitute, but the long-term experience means still
She can hold a man’s heart firmly. To me she is bigger than the world
Everyone must be beautiful, noble, and great… She is a goddess, she is God, and she is the master of this world…
She is my belief!
The night I first met her, I knelt at her feet…

“Why do you live in such a high place alone?”
“This… I don’t like too much noise…”
“Really? I think you like to do things without being disturbed by others, right?” the master asked as he walked. I didn’t dare to answer loudly, so I could only nod in agreement.
As soon as we entered the study room, the door was closed and locked. My legs gave way, and I knelt at the master’s feet, knocking my head hard several times.
“Slave, servant, see master, long live master, long live, long live.”
“The master atones, and the slave deserves to die. Fortunately, the master did not go far to greet her. The slave deserves to die… the slave deserves to die… the master redeems…”
I put my head on the ground and kept begging…
“You also know that you are guilty? You also know that I am the master?” The master stomped heavily on my head and pressed my head on it.
On the ground, “You said you haven’t served me for a few days, call you
They didn’t pick up and didn’t return. You are so daring. Do you remember how I stipulated it? ”
“Yes… Slave remembers… without the master’s consent, you must accept the master’s training every day…but…” I put my mouth on the ground,
Hard to say.
“How dare you but…” The master kicked me hard on the head twice, “If I hadn’t come to findyou and i see you