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Novel intro: One weekend in May 2009, a woman in her forties came to look at a room. With her was an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old young woman who barely caught my eye; she was thin and frail. It was the middle-aged woman, by contrast, who made a deep impression on me: simply dressed, yet impossible to mistake for anything but a woman still full of mature charm. Her short hair that brushed the ears made her look sharp and capable, and above all, the pair of full breasts beneath her bra stood so proudly that they seemed on the verge of straining through her outer clothes. Watching them nearly left me drooling. The mother and daughter were very satisfied with the room, and after some haggling I rented it to them for 200 yuan less than the other rooms. I even thought that getting an extra look at that alluring, well-preserved mature woman every day would be a pleasure in itself.
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