I just posted the following article over at BMan’s place a couple days ago, and thought about it, so I’ll post it here as well! If you guys find this article not exciting enough, don’t scold me.
Recently, I accidentally found the English translation of the famous article “The Story of the Eyes” by the French surrealist George Bataille, in which sexual behaviors include all kinds of perversions, such as masturbation, oral sex, promiscuity, anal sex, sexual abuse, fecal matter fetishism, rape and murder, and necrophilia, etc. Here’s a short excerpt for your enjoyment: the protagonist, the young girl, Simone, who is only sixteen, in order to tease the priest who is listening to the confession of the believers, she masturbates while confessing. Simone, a sixteen-year-old girl, masturbates while confessing in order to tease the priest who is listening to the confessions of the faithful in the church.
“Father, I haven’t said the thing I’m most guilty of.” There was a silence.
“Father, the most sinful thing is that I am now masturbating while talking to you.”
After a few seconds, she blurted out.
“If you don’t believe me, I can show you.”
Simone stood up and masturbated herself in front of the view of the confessor’s chair, in a lustful, flowery manner. Then Simone banged hard on the small window of the confessional and called out, “Father, what are you doing in there? Are you masturbating too?”
But there was still no other sound from the confessional seat, except a thick, ragged gasp.
“Then I’ll have to open the door.”
In there, the priest sat, head bowed, wiping the sweat from his head. The girl grabbed him by the robe and he showed no objection. She lifted the robe and pulled out his large prick, and the priest threw his head back, his face contorted, and a shushing sound escaped his teeth. He allowed Simone to take his long, hard prick into his mouth… (Have you read this article?) I’d like to try flipping it into Chinese. If you’re in favor of it, please sign to support it.)
Title: Enemy of the State
“Cowardly thing, must go this night!”
25W light electric lamp under the pavilion room, Xitian such an excited dark shout. With a hand on the table, as if to use it to express the decision of his heart. The light struggled in the room toward the door, a long thick black back stretching from the table to the white lime wall.
Lonely bed, lonely pillows, lonely back, accompanying this 21-year-old bitter and lonely youth. Xitian moved to this pavilion room, has been four months. This is situated in the Yalujiang Road wide one floor one bottom of a market house, is a Japanese opened grocery store. The owner of the store, Shiro Mizuno, was a short, dark, middle-aged man in his thirties.
Because Xitian into a pheasant university this year moved to Hongkou to the original reason, Xitian very much want to find a dormitory in the vicinity of the school on Yalu Road, so four months ago today, in the housing search in the bitter, wandering on Yalu Road, Wang Xitian suddenly found this “Mizunoya” doorposts with white ink writing The words “Goshimuro” were written in white ink on the doorpost of this house. Because this house is facing the road traffic is very convenient, and the small family of Japanese home has always been cleaner than the Chinese family a little bit of the original reason, although he himself does not understand the Japanese language, but immediately without thinking about it ran into.
“What if he doesn’t understand Chinese, that’s really bad!”
Although I didn’t hesitate, I thought to myself when I stepped into the door, but then I thought that a Japanese person who opened a store in China probably wouldn’t be able to understand Chinese.
“Hey!” Xitian first experimentally shouted this to see what words his opponent would reply with.
“What can I get for you?”
From the back of the store a Japanese man emerged, actually stooping down to take care of the Chinese patron in six-inch-five Shanghainese. The store was filled with fire bowls, wooden tracks, brown brushes and some canned goods and odds and ends.
“Not buying anything, I’m coming to rent a house.”
Xitian see the Japanese people with Chinese back to him, will rest assured a large part, so energetic answer, one side with a finger pointing upstairs, seems to be afraid of the other side do not understand his words to rely on gestures to help. In fact, the house for rent is not necessarily in the upstairs of his own still do not know.
“Renting a house? Okay, booth room, follow me.”
The Japanese man said in a half-broken voice, and on one side told Xitian to follow him up the stairs.
Has been upstairs, Xijian Genius saw the Japanese home is not cleaner than the Chinese, the bottom of the stairs rolled with a bed of adornments, from the kitchen came a burst of “Japanese stench”. The front door of the room half-covered, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Japanese girl heard someone upstairs, they stretched out their heads to look at the Japanese now with a very cordial expression, Xitian peeped from the doorway to the room, and saw the ground are covered with “spoiled skin”, know that this is about the Royal Room of the Imperial Household East of the Royal Family Room.
All pavilions have a dark mood. This one was certainly no exception, and since the place wasn’t very clean, Hee-Tin would have wanted to say goodbye to the landlord right away, but upon entering the pavilion, a picture coming in through the open window seduced him.
From the open window to look over, the opposite family’s front window is crouching a woman in her twenties. At the sight of this picture, although the woman’s appearance is not seen clearly, but Xitian’s mind immediately imagined that this is a bright place, which is unlimited interesting history of the possibility of erotic events. So, in the sexual thirst of Xitian, feel that this pavilion room although itself is not very good, but the environment has a great deal of flavor of the margins.
In the midst of such subtle musings, the young woman across the street, about to see that someone was watching her, abruptly closed the window with a bang. Shocked out of her out-of-breath thoughts, Xitian couldn’t help but smile.
“Scratch that!” The Japanese smiled back and cocked one thumb.
“How many dollars a month?” Hiten asked with a smile.
“Ten dollars, with lights.”
“Pay a flat dollar up front and I’ll come tomorrow.”
Hiten glanced up at the opposite window again.
“Thanks.” The Japanese looked away as well.
And so it was. Bitter Wang Xitian lived in the pavilion room of the Mizuno house. Lived in more than a month later, Xitian gradually know the Japanese is called Mizuno Shiro, with two children, the landlady is an obese woman, seems to be very vicious, but every night across two layers of the door to listen to, Xitian think that this couple and seems to be very close to honey.
A pig-like Japanese servant girl who didn’t understand Chinese very well came in every day, mute, to clean the pavilion room and make wash water for Xitian. Since moving in, the woman in the window across the street had never been seen again. Although the window was always open, the figure was never seen again, either because they moved out on the day Xitian moved in, or because the woman came here by chance, which is something no one can figure out. The good thing is that people can not see, what miss also with the elimination, Xitian not to pay much attention.
The school program was very loose, when I was happy I went to sit and listen to the class for a few hours, when I had nothing to do I wandered with my friends on the road, when I saw a woman who had a chance to take advantage of the boredom for a while, when I got tired I came back to sleep or read a few pages of popular novels, I was living the life of a young, wandering and celibate person in a completely irregular way.
However, such a life of celibacy is by no means easy to maintain. In addition to financial oppression and material desires, physical demands and sexual frustration were the most difficult problems. During the daytime, he could be distracted by external objects, but in the dead of night, under the silent electric light, sitting alone in a square room, that kind of unstoppable demand would float up involuntarily, and so the beautiful visions he occasionally saw during the day, the seductive accounts in the newsprint, and the provocative texts in the novels, all surged in front of his eyes as if taking advantage of the opportunity to flatter him. At this time, if unfortunately there is a little more moving mirror image on the opposite window, the wall or the front building more piercing sound, so do not wait until the lights out to go to bed and sleep in the quilt, the boredom of the Xitian will not be able to suppress their own and indulgence up. (That’s masturbation, isn’t it? (Lao Bian)
Repentance afterward, the oath of the next morning, these were no match for the compulsion of physical nature’s demands. Since moving to this pavilion, the sound of the half-hidden door from the front building, which made one’s heart beat in silence, had increased the degree of Hiten’s distress every few nights, and the number of times he had used his only solution to that distress had also increased.
Whenever he saw the landlord, Shiro Mizuno, who was as short as he was, he was always amazed at how he could have such a strong degree of demand.
“It’s a good thing the landlady is a robust, obese woman.” He always thought so.
That day he got up in the morning and waited until ten o’clock, but the dumb old sow who came as usual to sweep the floor and soak up the water did not come, and when he got tired of waiting, he took the bucket of water and went downstairs to ask: “Where is the girl?”
“Gone, sorry, new one coming tomorrow.” Shikarou apologized.
When he came back from soaking, he glanced at the bottom of the stairs, and the black cotton blanket at the bottom of the stairs was indeed gone. Because of another indulgence during the night, the next morning Xitian was still lazily lying in bed until half past eight o’clock.
“Young master open the door!” A clear voice suddenly shouted from outside the door.
“Push!”
If you do not see her attire and behavior, Xitian would not have thought that the speaker was not his compatriot but a foreign Japanese. It was rare for a Japanese person to speak such pure and fluent Shanghainese. More than ten years of age, black and with a pretty face, fat waist two flirtatious seductive eyes, naked half of the body exposed inside the scarlet blasphemy, Xitian see pushed the door in is such a piece of attractive meat, can not help but be surprised to the eyes rubbed a few times.
“Young master sleeps so well, startlingly noisy.” It was entirely the young woman’s snake-like laugh.
“┅” Hiten didn’t know what to do.
Sleeping under the covers, two gazes followed her bowed posture as she swept the floor, and because of his fantasies, a part of Hiten’s body was almost too supportive to act.
“Hee hee, what is this, wet and sticky!”
As the woman swept up to the bed, she picked up a hand towel that Hiten had thrown at the foot of the bed last night, and pulled it away so that she smiled thinly at Hiten, knowing from her smile that she fully understood the purpose of the hand towel.
“Ahhh, I had a cold yesterday, it’s weirdly obscene.” Hiten said with a red face.
“Does the young master live here alone? What’s your name? And your wife?”
The woman asked this as she came in with her wash water.
“My last name is Wang and I don’t have a wife yet. What is your name?” Xitian also asked with a certain experimental attitude.
“I’m Kaneko.” Twisting her head around with a grin, Hiten sent her down the stairs with two hungry eyes wide open.
Ever since that day, Hiden had felt that Kaneko was really a piece of meat to be exploited, so he had changed his purpose, no longer running around outside with nothing to do, but just hiding in his house and observing carefully, thinking about how to do it. This is especially after watching Mizuno Shiro and Kaneko hiding in the kitchen whispering and laughing, although he could not understand, he decided to know that this woman is really a come-hither open person.
After such a powerful temptation, Xitian, who was in agony, in sexual agony, almost completely forgot everything else, and only thought every day about how he could achieve his goal.
Gold’s place of lodging at night was still under the stairs, but the black sheen had turned green, and every day when Xitian came back and walked up the stairs and passed by this place, his mind could always conjure up many visions he wished for, like a movie.
“How do you do it?”
That morning when Geum-ja came in to sweep the floor with a smile on her face, he decided to be brave and experiment. He waited until Geum-ja swept in front of him and turned around, then he purposely swept behind her, and Geum-ja blinked her eyes.
“Do you have itchy hands?”
“Yes, itchy hands, everything!”
Seeing that the opportunity could not be missed. Xitian then took advantage of this and suddenly hugged her from behind.
“Don’t move, there’s someone in front of us.” Kaneko said in a low voice, gently pushing Xitian’s hand away as if nothing had happened.
“Quote stuff, I’ll come tonight.” Hiten said in a heartbeat.
“Have the skills, you come at night!” Kaneko still smiled not changing at all.
But by the end of the night, Hiten didn’t have the courage to go down there again, and just got obscene a few more hand towels each night.
“Is the young master cold at night?” Kaneko asked with a low smile as she came back from making water for her landlady and pushed the door open like this as she passed between the pavilions.
“So what if it’s cold?” Hiten fumed.
“Not much,” Gold smiled again and walked away.
Because of these words, and the fact that Hiden had seen Mizuno Shirou and her in the kitchen a few days ago, he knew that stealing under her stairs at night would not be rejected by her and would not be a joke, but he just could not muster up the courage to do so. Those were some interesting words this evening.
“Cowardly thing, must go this night!”
Hiden said so decisively after closing the door of the room that Kaneko had pushed open.
Easily wait until the people are quiet, wearing a small coat of Xitian stood in front of the door of the room finally can not drum up the courage to open the door. Early summer night, slightly warm weather, burning Xitian almost to half hypnotic coma state. Silence all around, downstairs a little sound no sound, Xitian in the doorway of the demented stand for half a clock, only to drum up the courage to slightly open the door of the room a little. Outside the door in the dark, the front door of the landlord’s room as usual is half-covered, no snoring, dark a little can not see anything.
Heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat…
Will head out half, although a little more bold, but immediately shrink back. Looked at the dark building hole, fantasy from here down, no sound, and then turn to turn to the bottom, with a hand on the bedding, and then probe into the warm flesh, the woman’s flesh, slutty fat gold flesh, Xitian heart is like a burning general thirst.
“Go! Go! Courage!”
Hiten’s mind was battling, at the same time it was trembling with war, a heartbeat, a pounding heartbeat that he could hear himself.
Poked his head halfway out, the silence in the darkness gave him encouragement, he opened the door a little wider, there was still no sound, the courage is completely big, he tiptoed up on his toes and stepped out of the door, the landlord of the half-covered door, there is no sound at all, he let go of the courage to help the railing step by step and touched down.
The position is completely familiar, turn to bend down with the hand can be on the floor of the adornment. Outside the kitchen, in the alleyway, the light of the street lamps in the distance through the corridor has a little thin light, Xitian walked down the stairs to the bottom of the stairs after a dark place to feel with their hands.
“Kim… Kim… Son, no, no, no… to… ring…”
There was a cupboard hanging on the wall at the bottom of the stairs, and when Xitian leaned down to get into it, he somehow hit it head-on. Perhaps the Japanese are too lazy, not changed for a long time the rope after this collision even the cupboard fell down together.
“Clatter…” Such a sound in the quiet of the night was enough to startle anyone. When the confused Hiten experienced this accident, it was as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had fallen.
“What? What?”
“What? What?” A few voices, first awakened from sleep, shouted out in confusion. Hiten suddenly heard a man’s voice at the bottom of the stairs in addition to Kaneko’s frightened voice, the voice of Mizuno Shiro, the landlord of Mizuno House.
“I… I… I…”
In the darkness and hustle and bustle, before Hiten could step onto the stairs, there was a “pop” and the landlady heard the sound and turned on the light from above and rushed down.
“What… what…”
As soon as the electric light came on, Hidetoshi saw Shiro Mizuno standing naked and naked in the kitchen doorway, pieces of vegetable bowls and soup pouring all over the floor, and Kaneko kneeling on the ground shaking in disarray with her eyes wide open.
Seeing this situation, the landlord is too big in the heart what all understand, Xitian’s heart also what all understand.
“xx…”
Immediately, Xitian do not understand the Japanese language, the landlady one side grabbed Mizuno Shiro on the beat, one side of the chaotic curses like this. In their mess, completely disappeared just before the state of excitement, Xitian took the opportunity to quietly steal back upstairs to go.
Early the next morning, Hiten ran to a friend’s house and knocked on the door to borrow money, saying he was moving soon and was waiting for money.
“Don’t you live well? Why are you moving?” My friend asked in amazement.
“No way! They’re Japanese, and the Jinan tragedy has happened again, it’s all our national enmity, and I can’t stand it any more, no matter what!”
Hiten said impassionedly.
(concluded)