White Fox: Story by Yuan Changming

After a whole year’s planning and waiting, I finally met Hua again. Last year, it was in Zhuhai where we became physically united for the first time since I had fallen in love with her almost half a century before; this year, it was in our common native place that we began to have our annual honeytime.

“You’ve fully recovered from your jet lag, haven’t you?” asked Hua, as we got out of the taxi at Lotus Flower Hotel steps away from my mother’s residence.

“No worries, I feel as good as if still in Vancouver,” I assured her. “Did you have your supper in the train?”

“Yep!”

The moment we entered our room, I gave Hua a big neck kiss, asking her in a low and soft voice, “You’ve been keeping yourself clean?”

“Sure, just as you wish,” Hua replied, meaning that she had persistently refused her husband to touch her body during the past three months at least.

“Great! Here’re some gifts for you,” I said, taking out of my backpack an Austrian bracelet made of crystal and silver, some Lululemon garments and a few bottles of supplements.

“What’s this?” she asked as I handed over a small artwork to her.

“It’s a glass and metal butterfly, the first gift I’ve received and hung in my bedroom since I moved to Canada.”

“You want…”

“I want you to hang it close to your bed. It has a good symbolic meaning, As the idiom goes, “Butterflies always in love with flowers.’”

“But I’m a withered grass rather than a blooming flower.”

“To me, you’re an ever-fresh mum!”

“Really?”

“Word for word! You know what I like most about your garden?”

“My bud?”

“Not really, I love your vagina remaining as tight as a virgin’s.”

“That’s probably because I had a C-section instead of natural delivery.”

“And because your husband is a shy fucker.”

“You’ve got a potty mouth!”

“Isn’t that the case though?!”

“Here’s the gift for you, something very different, though,” she said, taking a box from her backpack, which turned out to be an electro-therapeutic apparatus for the shoulder and knee pain I had once complained to her.

“It’s so sweet and considerate of you,” I said.

“Want to try it right now?”

“Nah. Let’s have a joint shower first.”

“Wait a sec, we got something more important to do…” she emphasized as she tried to detect with her cellphone if there were any pinhole cameras hidden in the room.

Though she found nothing alarming, I used sticky paper to cover every hole, plug or crevice just in case our activities should be video recorded by someone to blackmail us later. We had read such stories from the Chinese media.

Walking together into the washroom totally naked, we felt as if having done this a hundred times.

“An old horse knows the way,” Hua explained cheerfully.

“You’re not a horse, but a fox, a white one!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We’ll circle back to this later.”

As we massaged each other with shower gel, I found myself becoming hardened in a similar way as her titties did. When I reached my fingers down to rub-wash her private garden, I found her doubly wet and experienced an ineffable flow of warmth in my blood. Quickly, we cleansed and dried our bodies, jumped into the bed and began to make out.

After a passionate kiss both at her upper and lower lips, I had an ecstatic time transplanting my entire being into her little garden, which I recognized as the ideal nest for my bird and soul alike.

“Fortunately, no premature ejaculation this time,” I said. “This is my first soul- melting moment since our separation last year.”

“Feeling like an immortal?”

“Absolutely, a Daoist one.”

“Tell me what a ‘white fox’ is then.”

“Well, legend has it that a ‘white fox’ is the very best woman out of a million. A decorous lady in public but a saucy mix on the bed, she has several unique features. In demeanor, she’s as charming as a fairy fox spirit. Physically, she has a real good-looking private garden; in addition, she’s extremely skilled and accommodating on the bed.”

“How good-looking can it be?”

“First off, your skin remains fair, smooth and sleek despite age. Second, there’s little hair, and third, your vagina is narrow, tight and full of elasticity.”

“I thought every woman looks the same?”

“Far from it! You’re one of a kind.”

“Where did you learn all this?” Hua wondered aloud. “You sound like an expert.”

To satisfy her curiosity and help myself gain more self-knowledge, I went on to tell her that I had learned much from Yun, my younger brother, who had become a scholar in his own right mainly because of something really bad I did to him in childhood.

It took place in Lotus Flower Village on a chilly winter afternoon. I was eight while Yun was only two. Hanging around in a playmate’s shabby straw-roofed cottage, I was sitting at a dead fire in the living room when Yun toddled in. With nothing better to cheer ourselves up, the elder playmate challenged me to catch Yun’s little penis with the long-handled tongs. But no sooner did the tool touch it than my poor brother let out a shriek. A few minutes later, there formed a big blister, which made both me and Yun

develop a hidden long-lasting fear as we grew up. It was not until after Yun begot his son that the two of us finally got a sense of relief. Meanwhile, Yun learned a great deal about how to cultivate his “kidney system” or sexual power. Afterwards, between his two marriages, he slept around with several dozen women, thus gaining a huge store of sexual experiences and knowledge.

“A nasty boy of shenanigans since childhood,” Hua observed. “So, it’s this incident that’s led you two brothers to become a sex expert?”

“You can say that again,” I replied. “Without it, I would never have come to see how lucky I’m to have a white fox lying beside me now.”

“Nor would I ever know myself as a ‘nonesuch,’ uh?”

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Yuan Changming co-edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan. Writing credits include 16 chapbooks, 12 Pushcart nominations for poetry and 3 for fiction besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), BestNewPoemsOnline and 2129 other publications across 51 countries. A poetry judge for Canada's 44th National Magazine Awards, Yuan began writing and publishing fiction in 2022; his debut novel Detaching, 'silver romance' The Tuner and short story collection Flashbacks are all available at Amazon.