You begin by hating it, then you gradually grow accustomed to it. After enough time passes, you become dependent on it; this is institutionalization. —From the film The Shawshank Redemption.

The Director of the Institute of Sex Sociology at Renmin University of China concluded after research that between 2001 and 2010, China had completed its "sexual revolution," yet Chinese sex education remained stagnant.

As early as 1963, Zhou Enlai proposed that "scientific sex hygiene knowledge should be taught to boys before their first nocturnal emission and to girls before their first menstruation."

But in this nation where mentioning sex is taboo, the Ministry of Education failed to fulfill the Premier's directive; fifty years later, it remains incomplete.

What consequences did this lead to? We won't elaborate on the obvious, but consider this: Young men and women growing up in the new era are still shackled by traditional education, believing that "sex" is dirty, that the related organs are "filthy," "untouchable," and "dangerous."

However, without clear articulation, principles cannot be debated, and practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. Once young people pass that ignorant and hazy stage of life, they discover they've been fooled! Deceived! What schools and parents taught them was a sham, completely at odds with reality!

Perhaps this is where the spirit of rebellion originates. When children grow up and realize they have been "raised on lies," they become sad, hurt, and angry, turning into small problems that give adults headaches.

Let's bring the topic back to Wang Zhuo.

Which is dirtier, the hand or the foot? This is a difficult question to answer, as the hand touches more germs. But the foot is at the lowest point of the human body—a lowly position.

In provinces like Shaanxi and Anhui, there are still places where dough is kneaded by foot, a tradition intrinsically linked to custom. Whether the resulting dough is clean or not is entirely a matter of psychological perception.

Wang Zhuo, in moments of whim, sometimes allows girls to suck his fingers to enhance intimacy, but sucking toes, well, that seems to veer into the territory of the perverse!

In traditional education, sex is "dirty."

When this mindset seeps deep into the subconscious, it may take a lifetime to reverse. Even if you accept a new concept for a single day, the subconscious inclination remains.

"Wang Zhuo," can I ask you something?"

The air conditioner quietly pumped warm air, making the room cozy and warding off colds.

Bailu was sprawled on the bed. Her long body stretched almost from the headboard to the foot of the bed; she was entirely naked. The exquisitely undulating curves on her snow-white, crystalline body seemed like rippling waves.

Wang Zhuo was contentedly stroking her body, touching details that even X-ray vision couldn't capture—for instance, Bailu's skin texture, as tender as fine white jade fat, sinking softly if touched lightly with a fingertip. Grasping a handful of the fattier areas felt like squeezing fresh, smooth tofu. He dared not use too much force, fearing he might accidentally hurt her.

This was already their third day in this suite. Half an hour ago, Wang Zhuo had just infused his essence deep within Bailu's body. This was the first time in their two-plus days of seclusion.

"What is it?" Wang Zhuo asked.

Bailu’s eyes sparkled, still tinged with a hint of bashfulness: "Why are you so enthusiastic about girls' mouths? Is it really that comfortable?"

This question was an old chestnut. Wang Zhuo managed a dry laugh: "Of course it's comfortable... You're curious about this?"

Bailu nodded shyly. Even though they were so intimate now, her tendency to be easily embarrassed hadn't changed.

What she was truly more curious about was something else: If Wang Zhuo loved receiving oral service from girls so much, had he ever performed that service for a girl?

But she dared not ask that question!

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhuo noticed the hidden doubt in her gaze and couldn't resist teasing her: "Do you want to switch places and try? Let me kiss you?"

"No, no, no!" Bailu waved her hands, flustered and embarrassed, torn between laughter and tears: "How can that be? It's too dirty!"

Wang Zhuo smiled; he hadn't misjudged her. Bailu was the contradictory product of traditional education; subconsciously, she still viewed that part of her as dirty.

"Just kidding with you," Wang Zhuo chuckled sheepishly. "Actually, your question just now... explains my enthusiasm."

Bailu blinked: "Because it's dirty?"

Wang Zhuo shrugged with a faint smile: "You and I both know it's not dirty, but we instinctively feel a sense of filth. It’s a cognition formed since childhood; it's hard to change."

Bailu pondered for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating nod. Logically, that was the reason, but no one had ever analyzed it for her so thoroughly like Wang Zhuo did.

"So," Wang Zhuo's smile turned a bit wicked, "just like little boys enjoy teasing girls for fun, I enjoy teasing beautiful women like you with this not-dirty dirty thing... Especially when I consider that countless men dream of kissing you, yet that beautiful face they covet is beneath me, kissing my 'dirty thing.' The sense of pride I get is incredible! So," he asked with a sly smile, "am I a bit perverse?"

"...You're not that kind of person..." Bailu shook her head, her face flushed: "I know you're joking. But I understand what you mean about that thing."

Indeed, beauty is in the eye of the beholder; even when told the plain truth, it goes unbelievable. Wang Zhuo asked curiously, "How do you understand it?"

Bailu stammered for a long time before finally murmuring shyly, "Actually, I've had that thought too. There are so many girls who like you, and I am fortunate enough to have earned your approval, to be able to bring you pleasure. If they knew, I wonder how envious they would be of me."

Wang Zhuo was stunned. He truly hadn't expected this girl to say something so moving. It was more profound and effective than a hundred flowery compliments. He immediately felt a surge of excitement!

"Can I understand what you're saying this way," he swallowed hard, asking with wry amusement, "when I treat you to 'red sausage and black fungus,' you feel proud and honored?"

"Red sausage and black fungus? What's that?" Bailu looked puzzled for a moment, then saw the "delicacy" Wang Zhuo presented to her, instantly understanding the euphemism, and nodded, unable to suppress a laugh.

Wang Zhuo was driven mad. He was truly gaining knowledge, insight, and learning! It turned out that the feeling of enjoyment and pride he experienced was mirrored by the woman; he hadn't realized it until they talked!

Seeing his look of astonishment, Bailu gathered her courage and laid bare her deepest feelings: "Especially when I hear you making comfortable sounds, even when your body moves, I feel truly proud and delighted..."

You are happy, so I am happy? Wang Zhuo scratched his head awkwardly. This wasn't him enjoying a beauty anymore; it was clearly the beauty enjoying him! Who was playing whom? The roles were reversed!

He resolved to ask them one by one later, to see if this idea was unique to little Bai, or if they all thought this way! He muttered internally, amused and exasperated, surprised that his 'male appeal' had become the sought-after commodity—a complete cosmic shift!

"Come here!"

He sprang up and leaned against the headboard, spreading his legs in an 'M' shape: "It's time for your pride to meet my pride. Come, let's create a win-win situation."

In the film The Shawshank Redemption, there is a passage evaluating institutionalization.

Wang Zhuo deeply agreed with that evaluation. Take, for example, his favorite form of enjoyment. The women's attitudes transformed through a process of "institutionalization"—from aversion to acceptance, and from acceptance to habit, even to fondness for the sensation.

Take Gan Shuang, for instance. She was initially very resistant. But after Wang Zhuo's persistent efforts, she is now accustomed to it. While she hasn't reached the level of fondness, she generally complies whenever Wang Zhuo makes a request.

For example, early in the morning, while she is sitting in the bathroom relieving herself, Wang Zhuo comes in and asks to warm up the 'red sausage.' She thinks, 'I'm going to brush my teeth soon anyway, so I might as well satisfy him for a moment.'

Then there is the exact opposite example, An Qi. For her, this wasn't a process of institutionalization; she loved that kind of intimacy from the very beginning. The first time Wang Zhuo complimented her, the first time she saw him sigh contentedly, she was hooked. So often, Wang Zhuo doesn't even need to ask; as soon as they have a moment alone, she throws herself at him.

For example, early in the morning, after Wang Zhuo finishes relieving himself and is shaking off the drops, An Qi walks in. 'What water drops? Stop shaking, let me wipe you clean for you...' In truth, Wang Zhuo’s own state of mind had also been institutionalized. Now he loved every woman he met, no longer seeking perfection, but reaching a higher realm where he could amplify and appreciate the merits of any woman. A few years ago, he naively thought he would only complete his first time with his wife on their wedding night, remaining a model husband devoted to one woman forever.

Is a man who only has sex with one woman his entire life truly a model man? Thinking of this naive question, Wang Zhuo smiled silently, his fingertip lightly tracing Bailu's bare shoulder, leaving a faint white mark.

"Come back to Jiangzhou with me. Choose a good university, switch to a new major, and study again..."

Bailu's movements paused. Her delicate tongue had an admirable friction; perhaps her lineage carried a trace of exotic genes, which manifested precisely in this detail, yet differently.

A tiger's tongue has a unique structure—both soft and strong, covered in keratinized barbs on the surface, incredibly rough and powerful, capable of licking clean every scrap of flesh from a bone. Bailu's tongue held a similar subtle wonder, and only Wang Zhuo knew where that wonder lay!

"I can't leave."

...She raised her face, her rosy lips glistening with a clear sheen: "There are too many children here who need me..."

"We can find someone to take over your work here," Wang Zhuo smiled leisurely, gently pressing her pretty face back down: "But the place you hold with me, no one can ever replace..."