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"Eggs for sale! Ten for just fifty dollars!"

I had been watching her for a long time.

Every morning, on my way to Dingxi Station to catch the metro to work, I cut through the surging crowds of Xizhou Market and always saw her, a basket of eggs at her side, calling out her wares with effort.

Look closely and her hair was tied up, framing an oval face with a lovely curve, large eyes, fine brows, and skin as pale as the eggs in her basket.

Xizhou Market in the morning was like a furnace. Just walking through it left you drenched in sweat. The girl seemed unafraid of the heat. Her face was covered in sweat, and crystalline beads ran down her cheeks to her chin, then fell, drop by drop, onto the eggs in the basket.

She was beautiful. In that noisy traditional market she stood like a lotus rising from the mud, upright amid the filth of the world.

If there had not been a basket of eggs set out in front of her, anyone who saw her would have taken her for some rich family's daughter who had only happened to pass through the market.

"Come on, take your time, look them over! Ten eggs, only fifty dollars!"

Her voice, like a silver bell, cut through the aunties' haggling and echoed through Xizhou Market.

Who was she? Why was someone so young out here in a market hawking eggs?

A girl as fresh and unworldly as she was ought to be lying on a pink bed, propped against little velvet pillows, comfortably enjoying the air-conditioning while some man waited on her.

On the three hundred and sixty-fifth time I passed her, I finally could not help myself. I stopped in front of her and pretended to pick over the eggs.

"How much for these eggs?" I asked.

"Ten for fifty!" she said, in a practiced tone.

"What if I only buy one?"

"If you only buy one, it's ten dollars each."

"That's way too much of a difference!" I shouted. "Are you a swindler?"

"It's a small business. I make a little here and there." She laughed. "Come on, how about this—I'll give you an egg. Take it home and try it. If you like it, come back and buy more."

"You're really giving it to me?"

"The eggs I sell taste good," she said. "They're not like ordinary eggs. You'll know once you eat one."

The egg I had taken from her slender hand stayed in my grip as I walked toward the metro station in a daze.

On the metro ride to work, I never let go of that egg. I held it lightly, the way you cradle something precious, terrified that one careless moment would break it.

What was I supposed to do with this egg? I set it beside my desk and let my thoughts run wild.

At lunch I dropped it into boiling water and made a boiled egg. I peeled the shell gently, took a bite, and could not help but start in surprise.

This egg… had no yolk!

Yes. It was an egg without a yolk. The whole thing was packed full of white, springy and silky at once. It really was an extraordinary egg.

*****

From that day on, every time I passed through Xizhou Market on the way to work, I stopped at her stall and bought one egg from her.

Buying ten at a time would have been a better deal, but I could not eat that many at lunch, and I had taken a liking to the girl who sold them. So every day I spent ten dollars on that outrageously expensive egg.

Because of that, I had more chances to study her face more carefully.

Her skin was so fair and tender. On a face with no makeup at all, it was smooth, without a single flaw, like an eggshell so delicate a breath might break it.

Looking lower, the neckline of her tight white T-shirt was cut very low. I could faintly see the soft, snow-white swell of her chest, her breasts pushing generously forward.

Below that was a waist of graceful curves. Loose shorts could not hide the line of her hips, and beneath them were slim, pale thighs.

She was beautiful beyond belief, and she thoroughly stirred a man's desire in me.

The pickup articles online all said the same thing: if you want to get to know a girl who sells things, the best way is to buy the same thing at the same time every day.

After a month of that, she finally recognized me too. Every day, the moment she saw me walk up to the stall, she handed me an egg without a word, then smiled and took my change.

Between us an unspoken understanding had formed.

And yet… who was she, really? Why was she working so hard selling eggs in a market? The question in my heart grew deeper and deeper, but I never found the courage to ask.

*****

That day I finally gathered my nerve and took that difficult first step.

"The eggs you sell taste really good," I said.

"Really?" she said. "They do, don't they? All my customers are like that. They try one and fall in love."

"Why don't any of these eggs have yolks?"

"That's hard to explain," she said. "Actually, these aren't chicken eggs."

"Not chicken eggs?" I was quietly startled. "Then what are they? Goose eggs? Duck eggs?"

"Neither," she said with a laugh. "Just eat them. Don't ask so many questions."

A few more days passed.

"I'd really like to be friends with you." I wiped the sweat from my forehead and stammered it out.

"Huh?"

"N-nothing…" I did not dare meet her eyes. "S-sorry."

"Being friends is fine."

"Eh?"

"Where do you work?"

"Taipei City Hall."

"Wow, impressive!"

"I'm just a minor clerk," I said. "A civil servant on a dead-end salary. Nothing special."

"That's really not bad," she said, smiling. "The economy's bad these days. Being a civil servant is good."

Before I knew it, we were talking. We exchanged names. Hers was lovely, as fresh and unworldly as she was.

Every day on the way to work I still stopped at her stall to buy an egg, and while I was there I would chat with her for a bit.

Little by little, a faint feeling began to grow in our conversations.

This… was probably… what falling in love felt like?

*****

Then the thing I had been waiting for happened all at once, like a gas explosion.

It was a Sunday. She kept calling her wares until noon. After the crowds thinned, she packed up the stall and took me to her place.

She lived alone in a cramped studio. The furniture was plain, but the room was very neat.

"You…"

"You…"

There was no more small talk. In an instant the desire between us caught like lightning striking dry earth, and there was no stopping it.

We held each other tight and greedily sucked at each other's lips.

The air-conditioning had not yet begun to cool the room, and both of us were still covered in the sweat we had brought back from the market. I kissed her cheek, kissed the hair at her ear, and smelled the rich, girlish fragrance rising from her body. She was soaked in fragrant sweat, like a lotus just risen from the water, beautiful beyond description.

We began to strip away what bound each other.

At last I saw her naked.

Her shoulders were a little too broad. She was not the petite body I had imagined. Beneath her sensual collarbones were C-cup breasts, shaped like peaks, standing high and forward. The nipples were a bit large, and the areolae a little dark.

Lower down, her belly and waist carried no extra fat. Her ass was a bit too big, but her thighs were long and slim, a pair of legs beautiful beyond belief, with sparse, fine pubic hair between them.

Taken as a whole, her body was not as perfect as I had imagined. But as the saying goes, if the face is right, everything else is fine.

Seeing this beauty laid bare before me, my cock was already swollen hard, standing high.

I pushed her down onto the bed and sucked eagerly, hungrily, at every part of her body. I kissed her neck, kissed her chest, kneaded her breasts with both hands, and kept kissing downward until I stopped between her legs.

Her sex was covered in sparse hair, a little dark, but the inner lips were a fresh, tender pink.

I could not hold back any longer. I guided my cock and drove hard into her body.

"Ah…" A moan left her mouth, pain and pleasure at once.

I felt a warmth wrap my glans. The sticky, soft walls of her vagina stroked along my penis as I pushed in and in, until I reached the very deepest part of her.

She looped both arms around my neck. Her large eyes were half-lidded as she looked at me, and her body met me eagerly.

If I were to use an egg as the comparison, I had finally peeled away her shell and was tasting her silky, pale, tender body.

The pleasure of our joined bodies struck me. The fragrance on her skin teased me until the animal in me broke loose, and I began to thrust, again and again, hard into the depths of her.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah—" With every thrust she let out a steady moan.

The air-conditioning still was not cold enough. Our sweat mixed and ran along the curves of her body down to her sex. We were sticky all over, and every nerve ending in us felt each touch of the other's flesh.

I fucked her hard. After about twenty minutes we changed positions. I took her from behind, driving into her ass.

"Slap, slap, slap—"

Her ass was big and springy. My thighs struck it in a steady rhythm, and together with the moans from her mouth it wove into one obscene music.

I kept at it for about another fifteen minutes, then we switched back to missionary. I held her tight and drove my hips forward without restraint, stirring her vagina stroke after stroke.

"Ah, ah ah ah, ahh…"

Suddenly she arched her upper body. Both legs clamped hard around my ass, and her eyes went hazy. Her lower belly clenched violently. Her mouth hung half open, and no sound would come out.

Yes. I had fucked her to orgasm. And I still had no urge to come.

Then, right at that moment—

I felt it…

The head of my cock struck "something." Inside her vagina there was something hard, and it was gradually pushing outward!?

How could there be something hard inside her vagina?

Something felt wrong. I tested it again with the head of my cock. I was right. There really was something in there, and it was shallower than it had been a moment ago.

For a second I was completely lost. Had she shoved a sex toy up inside herself?

I pulled my cock out. She was still in the middle of her orgasm, both hands clutching the sheets, her hips twisting hard.

Then I saw it.

An egg was being squeezed out of her vagina.

With a soft pop, the egg slid from her vagina and dropped onto the bed.

"Fuck!" I shouted. "You shoved an egg up your vagina?"

"Nnngh…" She moaned, the sound muffled, as if she still had not come back from the orgasm.

"Explain this to me!" I roared, forgetting myself. "Why is there an egg inside your vagina?"

Her body twisted again. Then she picked up the wet egg and laughed.

"I laid it."

"What?"

"This egg," she said, smiling, "I laid it."

"You lay eggs?" I could hardly believe what I had just heard.

"Whenever I orgasm, an egg comes out of my vagina." She laughed happily. "I guess my uterus just isn't quite like other girls'."

"Fuck!" I bellowed. "Then… those eggs you usually sell…?"

"They all come out of my vagina," she said, as if it were obvious.

For a moment the world spun. So what I had been eating every day was not a chicken egg at all. It was her secretions!

"Why does your uterus lay eggs?"

"I don't know," she said, pouting. "Probably a genetic mutation."

"This is evolution running backward!" I roared. "Mammals already evolved from laying eggs to giving live birth, and you've regressed to the age of egg-layers! This is unbelievable! It's a good thing you ran into me. If you'd run into someone from Academia Sinica, they'd probably drag you off and dissect you for research!"

"What's there to research?" she said, tilting her head. "I lay an egg every time I come. For me it's perfectly ordinary. Look—I've already laid this many!"

She opened a cabinet. It was packed full of eggs.

"My god, you laid all of these?"

"I spend a lot of time alone," she said, unconcerned. "Being alone feels really good!"

"Good lord, are you a chicken?"

"You're the duck!"

She angrily threw the egg in her hand at my face. The shell burst against me, and egg white splattered all over my face.

She probably thought I was calling her a whore.

I stuck out my tongue and licked a little. Mm. Salty, with a hint of bitterness. It tasted better cooked.

"Since you're here, stay for lunch."

With that she went into the kitchen and made a whole table of dishes: steamed egg, three-color egg, shrimp fried with egg, egg-drop soup, and omurice.

"All of this is made with eggs I laid!" she said, smiling.

*****

From that day on, I went to her place every day. We made love, and I watched her lay an egg from her vagina.

Then I ate omurice made from eggs composed of her secretions.

(The End)