Love Moe

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On the first day of the new semester, everyone was still discussing the infamous "well-shaped wolf" case that had been making headlines during the summer vacation. The suspect would typically follow women into dark alleys, then drug and rape them with a knife. The media called it the "well-shaped wolf" because the victims' breasts would be cut into the middle with a knife, forming a "well" shape.
Such high-profile cases, after being sensationalized by the media, would become one of the cases expected to be solved that year.
And indeed, the case was solved a week before the start of the semester, and the suspect was arrested.
"Jiang Longping, I heard you met Ge Zhu during the summer vacation? Are you dating?" A classmate with a sleazy appearance was pushed forward by another group of classmates to ask me this question.
"No," I answered only one question. "These rumors will prevent me from getting a girlfriend." I looked at him with a smile.
"Ha, yeah, how could that be?" He scratched his head. "I really don't know which idiot spread these rumors." "Were the movies you bought before the summer vacation any good?" I asked him seriously.
"Oh," he turned his head away and lowered his voice. "Her breasts are huge, but her nipples are too dark." He gestured, making it seem to others that we were discussing an online chat.
"I also have pink ones, same price if you want them." I took a slip of paper from my drawer. He immediately wrote down his name excitedly. After I gave him the change, I noticed that all the students in the class were focused on the figure at the window.
She was "Ge Zhu," with very fair skin and long black hair that reached her waist. If you looked closely, you would think she was sick, which would explain her poor mental state. In fact, she deliberately had an unbalanced diet, was severely picky about food and didn't exercise, so she was often exhausted and had cracked lips.
After Ge Zhu sat down, the teacher followed her in and went to the podium. He distributed the new course schedule for this semester and then said, "The new chemistry teacher is my junior, so please don't bully her." The students were very surprised because the previous chemistry teacher was the principal's nephew. Everyone had been harboring resentment towards him, but no one expected him to resign after only half a semester.
After class, as the class monitor, I slipped Ge Zhu a small note while collecting weekly journals. It wasn't just casual conversation; it was a promise to meet her naked sometime.
This area is an apartment complex, home to many political and business figures, and access requires a magnetic card. I met Ge Zhu at a convenience store and then took her to a sex shop.
"Aren't you afraid of being seen by your classmates?" she asked, staring at a black whip in her hand.
"And you…aren't you afraid I'll rape you?" Actually, I brought her here to scare her, but she seemed to be treating it like a school trip, looking around curiously.
"No, you just want to study it." She didn't look at me but turned her back to me, seemingly picking up some lubricant or a vibrator.
"That sounds like a pervert." Being countered by a woman with a penchant for the bizarre wasn't pleasant. "If I really can't control myself, don't blame me." "Okay." She answered crisply.
After we returned to the apartment building, we happened to run into the housekeeper from next door taking out the trash.
"Xiaolong, is this your classmate? She's really pretty." The housekeeper asked in fluent Taiwanese.
Before I could answer, Ge Zhu stepped forward and politely said, "Hello. Auntie, my name is Ge Zhu. Do you need any help?" Then she quickly grabbed another large black bag from the housekeeper. "Jiang, you go in first. I'll come back to do my homework later." The housekeeper was startled, but by the time she came to her senses, Ge Zhu had already reached the elevator. So, the housekeeper continued to misunderstand and said, "Very polite, treat her well." She patted my arm and urged me.
Ge Zhu had always been unpredictable to me, but I didn't expect her to have such a kind heart. After watching them leave, I realized that this girl might be running away at the last minute. A while later, the doorbell rang. She changed into a pair of slippers and sat down in the living room, everything was quite natural and normal.
"I didn't know you had this side to you, or were you just acting all along?" "Half true, half false." Her thick bangs, reaching her eyebrows, were as steady as a mountain. She raised her head and stared at me. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to control yourself and would kill me, so I told the aunt that if she didn’t see me within a few days, it was possible that Xiaolong had killed me.” Ge Zhu deliberately called me by the nickname her elders used to address me.
“Don’t think of people so badly.” I glanced at her and gestured for her to come over.
My room was like any other student’s, not very spacious. This room was originally intended as a guest room, but because a bedroom that was too big would make me sleep restlessly, I chose to move to the innermost room. The bookshelf on the right was full of novels, and on the other side was a desk with a laptop on it. Below the window was my bed.
“Shall we start?” I looked at her facing the window. Today was not a school day, but she still came in her uniform.
She ignored me and drew the curtains, which had a lush green feel, to block out the light. She gradually took off her white shirt and pleated skirt, revealing her slender figure. Suddenly she stopped and asked, “Do you want the rest?” “That’ll do for now…” Watching all this, I had no physical reaction. As she lay down on the cotton bed, I pulled a silver-threaded blue checkered handkerchief from my pocket and casually waved it: "Wet it." "It won't be saliva, will it..." "Would I specifically call you to my room to spit?" The summer incident probably made her think I really had a strange fetish.
"You want me to masturbate...?" She seemed speechless.
"If you insist on doing it yourself, that's fine too." I climbed under her and slowly pulled her lace panties down to her knees, then wrapped the handkerchief around my middle finger and gently inserted it, caressing and pulling it back through the cotton fabric, the movements extremely slow, in and out.
Enduring the slight pain in her lower abdomen, she frowned and pursed her lips, her almond-shaped eyes glazed as she looked at me, who was eroding her will.
Her vulva swelled slightly as my fingers rubbed and twisted it. Although it was filled with love juice, it still wasn't enough to soak the handkerchief. I left the half-inserted part inside, raised her tofu-like legs to my shoulders, and thrust in quickly and forcefully, making her tremble and gasp helplessly.
“The soundproofing here is great, but I personally don’t like women screaming like madwomen.” Staring intently at her face, contorted in pain from the tearing, I felt a surge of excitement.
“Mmm…uh…” she murmured softly, biting her bleeding lip.
Desire repeatedly stirred, leaving sharp, deep imprints on her tender walls. Love fluid slid down to my second finger, swallowing and flowing between my fingers. I maliciously pulled back the handkerchief to admire her: “Very good, the sides are still wet.” The exposed center was clearly stained with circular ripples of fluid.
“You seem quite experienced.” The arousal in her vagina was clearly visible on her face.
“Well, not bad. But they’re all people who come to me.” I said, “Want to see?” “Do you film?” She glanced at me wearily.
I smiled at her: “They’re voluntarily filmed; I’ve made a lot of money from it.” At school, I had two identities: class monitor and a sex DVD seller. Most of my classmates knew I could be the teacher’s good boy, but also a supplier of pornography. The unsuspecting classmates, upon hearing that they had idealized me into a boy with an ethereal, otherworldly air, found it rather laughable.
She propped herself up on her elbow, her beautiful black hair cascading down to just cover her two white breasts. "I want to see..." "Okay, but only if you get this wet." I smiled faintly.
"Then you should be more 'direct'." She lay down again. Maintaining the same position, I kissed her calf, two fingers wildly penetrating and thrusting, drawing out a large amount of warm, wet fluid. My burning eyes stared at the gushing, spring-like flow, and my long, hard member between her legs suddenly stood erect. I immediately pulled down my pants and massaged it, letting the flames spread across the large expanse of snow-white skin not far from her ample bosom.
...I know a boy.
He can smile, but it's the kind of smile that keeps people at a distance. So what? Countless girls flock to him, seemingly captivated. Before that incident, I had never spoken a word to him; perhaps it was my personality, but I had never truly looked at any of my classmates.
Before that, all I knew was that he was called "class monitor," but I had no idea how he was elected to the position.
Regardless, he was the only class monitor, so I still had to hand in my homework to him. Once, sitting in the corner of the classroom, I filled out a class uniform feedback form and handed it to him.
That time, the monitor looked at me with a complicated expression and asked,
"Wait a minute, Ge Zhu," he called out.
I was about to return to my seat when I glanced at him sideways. Four or five boys surrounded him, seemingly anticipating our confrontation.
"Why didn't you write anything? It's bothering me," he said, waiting for my reaction, but I disappointed him. Then he spoke again: "Do you hate me and that's why you're going against me?" I didn't hate him; I just found the questionnaire boring. Gradually, the noise in the classroom subsided to almost nothing, and dozens of dark eyes cast unfriendly glances at me from my numb back. My feet, like suction cups, clumsily and heavily retreated step by step, then I turned around; quietly and silently, I returned to my chair and took out my textbook for the next math class from my drawer.
That was the end of our first encounter.
A few months later, in the sweltering summer, I ran into the class monitor again. There were several paths leading to PE class on campus, but I still encountered him. He was standing on the elevated walkway, leaning against the red railing, talking to a female classmate. The girl's legs were swaying under her skirt, her face flushed. Although I found it strange, I was always indifferent to other people's affairs, so I ignored her and walked to the other end of the steps down to the playground. Despite my strong act of being extremely unsociable, my classmates were tolerant of me, which simplified everything. Whenever there was PE class, if there were no events in the auditorium next to the playground, the open space behind it became my personal little private domain. In the quiet, shady spot, I was reading a book about cannibalism as recorded in unofficial history. The sky was clear, a gentle breeze was refreshing, and just as I was engrossed in reading, a loud crash came from the emergency exit door about a step away.
I heard a conversation.
"You're already squirting water before you've even touched it..." the voice was extremely sinister.
"Ah... um... ah..." the iron door banged again.
"Open up a bit, yes...do you like me touching you like this..." "Ah—ah...give it to me...um..." Several more loud thuds followed, the force almost making me doubt if I'd actually been dented.
"Your place is really dirty, I can't even see the hole." What low-class erotic dialogue...I closed the book unhappily, intending to find something new. Suddenly; the person spoke again. "I'm going to cut it off, if you dare move it I might accidentally slip my hand inside..." I froze.
"Don't you know shame? I hate women with strong sex drives..." I started to feel that the voice was very familiar.
"Put the scissors in your mouth...no? So you prefer that one..." "Don't do this...too much...ah...ah..." I screamed shrilly, the world seemed to spin.
"Flip higher, very good...make the movements bigger." It seemed there was nothing more to eavesdrop on, so I walked away from the wall to the playground, pondering that scene to myself.
If the student with the knife could… really… Suddenly, I smiled, because my heart was pounding with excitement, anticipating the scissors slicing through the meat with a swift, clean motion. Summer vacation was just one day away. After the last history exam, the proctor kept the class behind to remind us: “I know tomorrow is the long holiday, but don’t let your guard down and neglect to review your homework. After school, don’t wander off or stay out too late. If you’re going to celebrate or go shopping, remember to go in groups!” The teacher gave a series of instructions and reminders. A dozen minutes passed, and the moment the teacher announced the end of class, the students scattered like birds, hurriedly calling to each other as they left through the front and back doors. I waited until the voices faded into the distance before lazily packing my pencil case. Perhaps I was being too slow, because only the proctor and I remained in the classroom.
“Hey, Ge Zhu at the back, could you come help me?” he asked, counting the exam papers.
I didn’t look up immediately, but though reluctant, I still nodded to him, fulfilling my duty as a student.
"I didn't expect everyone to leave so quickly... My stomach's a little upset. Could you please take this exam paper and lock it in the office safe?" he asked apologetically. Seeing my slight frown, he added, "Oh, it's alright, I trust you. The key is here. I'll get it back to you in the chemistry classroom on the first floor later." I carried the exam paper, tucked into a brown paper bag, from the second-floor classroom of Building A through a U-shaped corridor to the faculty office. Along that path, I frequently stopped and looked back, as if someone was watching me from somewhere... Entering the deserted faculty office, I took the key, turned the corner, opened the safe, put the brown paper bag away, and, having completed my task, picked up my bag and walked back to the chemistry classroom in Building A.
"Teacher...?" No one was there. They
probably haven't come yet. I sighed, intending to return to the corridor to wait, when a pair of strong arms clamped tightly around my throat, a strong, pungent stench filling my nostrils. Within three seconds, my body went limp and I lost consciousness.
Life and death are in one's own hands; there are countless ways to die—some hang themselves, some choose to jump.
So; I won't die, at least not now.
"You're awake," a soft, warm voice said.
I stared at the ceiling, not responding. Was that a dream? I blinked hard a few times, my eyes darting around, trying to figure out where I was.
"Ge Zhu, you've been sleeping for so long..." I tilted my head to look at the person with their hands in their pockets—it was the class monitor. He seemed quite cheerful, a gentle smile on his handsome face.
"What's wrong with me?" Swallowing was a little painful.
"Do you know who attacked you?" The class monitor walked to the bedside.
It wasn't a dream! I remembered… the exam paper was in the safe. And then… the chemistry classroom, it must have been the proctor who did it.
"It was the proctor… although I didn't see his face. But he asked me to meet him in the chemistry classroom." I answered.
The class monitor narrowed his eyes and said, "Unfortunately, the teacher saved you immediately." He didn't quite agree with my guess.
"Really..." "That person covered their face, and after the teacher scared them away, they tried to help you to the infirmary. They happened to run into me on the way. So, we went together." I felt that when the class monitor said this, his eyes weren't looking at my face, but somewhere on my jawline.
"The most reasonable explanation is that you were attacked by a classmate or someone from outside the school infiltrated. The teacher checked the surveillance camera at the school gate, but there didn't seem to be any suspicious individuals. Later, because he had other things to do, he left first." The class monitor lightly touched my neck with one hand. "It's all red... does it hurt..." His eyes were greedy, his fingertips caressing it affectionately.
I pushed him away. "Don't touch me..." What bad luck today. The school definitely doesn't want to make a big deal out of this; I alone can't do anything.
"I'll walk you home today," he said.
...One day, around 5 a.m., the air conditioner outside started clicking away, and I quickly woke up, my mind replaying the events in the chemistry classroom. It would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid. If the class monitor hadn't walked me home, I would have been terrified long ago. To calm myself, I picked up my bedtime book, *The Murderer*, and reviewed the key plot points.
Around noon, I was woken by the phone.
"Hello…" "Ge Zhu? Turn on the TV." He said calmly, "Maybe the media is saying this is the person who attacked you the other day." "Class monitor…?" I held the phone in one hand and pressed the green button on the remote with the other.
"Residents of Y City are in a panic! A 'well-shaped' wolf rapes and murders a female college student." A long list of headlines appeared on the left side of the screen. "Forensic examination suggests the deceased suffered abuse and violent beatings before her death." A sweet-looking female reporter excitedly asked the pale-faced, reluctant parents of the victim, "How are you feeling now that your daughter is dead?" Two young people standing beside the family tried to stop the reporter from asking such a thoughtless question.
"Did you see that…?" "Hmm…" I said, "How can you be so sure?" My eyes remained fixed on the messy news channel.
"Let's meet!" After hanging up, I casually wore a purple hooded cotton t-shirt to the meeting. We met at a coffee shop not far from Y University. The class monitor sat inside with a smile, propping his elbows up against the large glass window facing the street, playing on his phone.
His eyes shimmered with an elegant and unique charm, his simple shirt giving him a lean and refined air.
Perhaps it was the beautiful picture behind him that momentarily made me think he was a celestial being from a painting. After ordering, he spoke:
"Our school is just one intersection away from Y University. Considering the location, could the person who attacked you have been 'Well-Patterned Wolf'? Also, I just asked the proctor about that person's build; he only remembered him as tall. What about you?" "I smelled a stench… that thing that covered my nose and then fainted…" I tried really hard to remember, because wasn't it him I asked?
"It was ether… that stuff can make even the person faint if used incorrectly," he said casually.
"I don't think it was 'Well-Patterned Wolf'; that's not a good place to attack." The security cameras at the school gate didn't capture it, but what if that person climbed over the wall? It would be too obvious! "And it will definitely be discovered..." He smiled and said, "Indeed..." "Maybe he just wanted to rape you without killing you to cover it up. I can tell that half the boys in the class have sexual fantasies about you." He could say this to me with such a straight face and nonchalant attitude.
"I can also tell that half the girls in the class, no... the whole school, see you as their sexual fantasy object." I mimicked his face and answered.
"Are you one of them?" He smiled strangely, not in a creepy way, but in an unsettling way. He stopped smiling when he saw that I didn't answer; "Didn't you see the news? The forensic doctor determined that the female college student's date of death was the day after our exams. Don't you think that's too coincidental?" Could it be...?
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
"Why did you run into the teacher there? It's too strange to say it was a coincidence. Our class was kept late, and almost all the students on campus had left. How could you just happen to be there..." His eyes remained fixed on me before he opened his mouth and said, "I've been following you." I swallowed my words when a bright-eyed waitress brought me a drink. After she left, he added, "I didn't see you leave the school gate for a long time, so I went back to the classroom, but I still didn't see you, so... I looked around and just happened to see the teacher with you." "Why were you following me?" "You're like a work of art." He half-closed his eyes, his smile deepening.
"Just having you here is enough to dazzle me." If this was a confession, it was quite creative... "I really don't understand you." After saying that, I looked out the window. Someone outside the bookstore across the street made eye contact with me; he seemed to be from our class... "Interested in coming to find the 'Well-Shaped Wolf'?"
He returned to his serious demeanor.
"Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm an eighth-degree black belt in karate." I composed myself and looked at him again, asking, "Why are you so interested?" But what I was really thinking was why I could still sit here listening to this "stalker" talk... He pouted and said, "Instead of spending all day flipping through books about psychopaths, isn't it better to see them in person?" I smiled and stared at him. "And then?" A true stalker, he knew exactly what I was reading; his presence was dangerous to me. Besides, I was really tired of those books I'd read until they were practically falling apart. The malice within me surged like refluxed stomach acid, writhing and throbbing. Was it him, the one obsessed with me, or myself, who was truly sinking into this quagmire?
...After dinner with his family, he went to exercise as usual. Most of his neighbors saw him as a loving husband and father, unaware that he was actually a repeat rapist. Hidden
in the lining of his dark blue sweatpants was a spray can of ether—his tool for committing his crime tonight. During his university years, he used his knowledge and lab equipment to manufacture ketamine, which he sold to drug dealers who frequented nightclubs.
Drugs can control the mind, and of course, getting any type of woman's body is no problem.
This afternoon, he almost raped a female student. Hiding in the shadows, recalling the scene—pale face, shiny black hair, an alluring beauty—he longed to ride her and penetrate her dozens of times. His crotch was unbearably hot and throbbing, and then a young woman came into view, dressed like a local university student. He
cautiously followed her to the parking lot, then rushed forward, covering her mouth with a white cloth soaked in the drug, and dragged her into the back of a pre-arranged SUV. He forcefully ripped off her red panties, then, with a cold gaze, deeply thrust into her dry flesh, his rough, powerful movements resounding. After ejaculating, he stripped her naked, drove to a shady spot near her home, surrounded by overgrown weeds, carefully bound her limbs and mouth with tape, injected her with a large dose of tranquilizer, and returned home, exhausted and sweating. The next day, due to a holiday, he returned to the SUV.
This time, he decided to take her to the mountains to relive his erotic fantasies.
"If you scream, I'll kill you," he chuckled wickedly. The female college student, who had been struggling to break free the whole way, indeed became much quieter.
"Be a good girl and let me have my way, then I'll let you go home." He gently scraped her snow-white skin with a butterfly knife, causing her hair to stand on end in terror.
He grasped her breasts and began to knead and pinch them, squeezing the nipples until they turned a bright red. He squinted and smiled wickedly: "Yesterday you were like a dead fish, not moving at all. Today you're going to scream your heart out." Then, he tore off the tape covering her mouth.
The blind female college student sobbed, "Please...please let me go...I won't tell anyone..." "If you dare to cry out for your life again, I really will kill you." He inserted his hand into her inner folds, viciously manipulating her private parts.
"It hurts!" the female college student cried out, and this sound made him viciously punch his face.
"Call me lewd moaning, aren't you the best at it!" "Waaah...waaah..." "That's a good girl...let me hear you moan a few times." He threatened, his eyes bloodshot. "
Hmm...hmm..." "Not enough...uncle will help you..." Three fingers were inserted and probed hard, the female college student's legs clenched tightly, her red and juicy pubic bone swaying in pain.
"Ah—" the female college student shook her head repeatedly. The stinging sensation burned and rubbed against her lower abdomen.
He pulled out a sticky fluid like lychee juice. "Ugh—you must masturbate regularly...look, so wet." "Ah...ah..." Her breasts were glistening with sweat, delicate and fragrant.
Having savagely explored her delicate, fragrant path, he grabbed her still-breathing slender leg and draped it over his right shoulder, pressing his dazed lower body against hers, wildly embedding himself with her love juices.
"Ugh!" the college student cried out excitedly, "Waaah...waaah..." Charcoal-colored eyelash liquid rolled down her cheeks, staining her beautiful face.
After a few thrusts, he was still not satisfied. He flipped the sobbing college student over, lifting her beautiful buttocks and aiming at her clitoris, relentlessly penetrating and tormenting her. After several thrusts, the car rocked and swayed.
In the confined space, wildly immersed in the throes of sexual ecstasy, he suddenly found himself deeply immersed in childhood memories. That's right... the curses and accusations from a few days ago had almost driven him mad! No matter how many women he raped, it couldn't fill the void of hatred and resentment. The damp toilet, his mother's beatings in the iron cage, his sisters' mockery. His grades weren't good enough... he dared not resist, and in extreme cases, even after everything was over, his mother would still say it was because she loved him, offering him ointment to comfort him.
These people… “Die, all of you!” He felt as if he were in a grid-like iron cage, like a dog, with wires strung around his neck like a grid, while those people stared and humiliated him from outside… He was suffocating!
In an instant, his eyes widened, he grabbed a knife and plunged it into his skin. He heard no screams or cries of death, only repeated blows as if trying to churn out all the pain of the past thirty years.
This was the first time he had carved the character “井” (well). It
was also the first time he had killed.
He had never intended to kill anyone, and he was truly filled with remorse for his sudden loss of control. A week after dumping the female college student's body, the case broke out. Newspapers published lengthy articles accusing him of being a replica of the British Ripper, and all the famous talk shows changed their content, relentlessly attacking him as a mentally unstable, Oedipus-complex psychopathic killer. He was perfectly normal; those comments were completely fabricated. If he had slept with that female student that afternoon… he would never have made such a grave mistake.
Why accuse him of such a baseless illness?
Even though he had killed someone, he still had to live. Now, he could only wait for time to pass… If he suddenly stopped going out to exercise at night, it would definitely arouse suspicion. Therefore, he continued to run along the same route, chatting with people in the nearby community park after dinner every day before going for a jog. A month later, the police were still at a stalemate. The news media began to shift their focus from this case, which had little hope of being solved, to other political reports. Meanwhile, on his original route, he spotted the female student he had long admired.
The beautiful girl was wearing a beige dress and carrying a bag from a tutoring center. He had observed her route for a week; she always started from the tutoring center building, passed through two intersections in the parking lot, and then returned home. The decision
to do it or not was a matter of a single thought.
He decided to kidnap the female student using the same method he had used before, and this time he would definitely keep her under house arrest permanently!
With this plan in mind, he drove his old SUV, which was advertised for sale, to a good spot where he could abduct her.
The night air was cool, thick clouds covered the sky, the stars were gone, and his eyes gleamed with malice in the darkness. He hid in the shadows of the parking lot, and from afar he saw the long-haired female student carrying a tutoring bag, wearing a pink hooded jacket with cute patterns, and a long gray skirt below her slender waist, walking slowly.
His opportunity had arrived. With a cat-like gait, he suddenly swiftly wrapped his long arm around the girl's neck. Unexpectedly, this seemingly frail girl stubbornly resisted and struggled desperately. He was stomped on hard, his wrist bitten and torn several times. Losing his balance, he endured the pain and tried to use the anesthetic on his glove to cover the girl… Just as his left hand was raised, a heavy, blunt object struck the back of his head. Staggering, he looked in horror and confusion at the released girl's face—it was Jiang Longping.
…I took a picture of what had just happened with my phone. “Teacher Zhang, this isn't very nice…” In the dimly lit chemistry classroom, Teacher Zhang reached out and made an indecent gesture towards the unconscious Ge Zhu.
His face, oily and lustful like a lapdog, suddenly turned around. His voice trembled as he said, "No...it's not what you see..." "As a teacher, doing something like this will be punished..." I glared at him coldly.
Teacher Zhang was sweating profusely. "Jiang, it's not like that, she fainted! I...I need to help her to the infirmary." He jumped away from Ge Zhu, stammering.
I chuckled, "So that's it...she fainted from the heat, so she took off her clothes..." I glanced at the disheveled Ge Zhu, lying on the floor like Sleeping Beauty.
"She seduced me, it was her...it was her..." Teacher Zhang stammered nervously. I was genuinely confused about how he obtained his teaching certificate.
"You can leave...I won't say anything, I'll delete the photos now." He watched suspiciously as I tossed him the phone, checking it before remaining motionless. "
If you're worried about it being restored, take the SIM card." Tsk! Not so stupid after all.
As he left the classroom, I buttoned up Ge Zhu's uniform and coldly warned, "Teacher, this girl is mine. You'd better not get any funny ideas." Not long after that incident came the shocking murder of a female college student, and I immediately knew who the "Well-Patterned Wolf" was.
Because I was a witness. After taking Ge Zhu home, I returned to Teacher Zhang's residence to wait. As a fellow Ge Zhu enthusiast, I had a strong feeling he would commit the same crime again. Just like when I was teasing a female student across the auditorium, my mind was filled with fantasies about her body on the other side.
He would definitely do it again.
After pretending to thoroughly discuss a plan with Ge Zhu, we decided to disguise ourselves as students returning home from tutoring classes on the street near the parking lot where the female college student was first murdered that night.
To attract Teacher Zhang, who hadn't committed a crime for over a month, we bought all sorts of different long skirts. Although Ge Zhu tried her best to hide her tension, her face was as pale as a vampire in a movie, which made me realize that she was much more timid than I had imagined. After several experiments, I was certain that Teacher Zhang had noticed Ge Zhu, but the most crucial thing—the SUV—hadn't appeared. Yes; that day I clearly saw Teacher Zhang drug and abduct the female college student to the car.
The night was dark, not a single star could be seen in the sky, as if it might rain at any moment.
The original plan, with Ge Zhu luring Teacher Zhang, had changed because of the car's appearance. I immediately called her and arranged to meet her in the park restroom to change clothes. We were about the same size and height, and in the dim light of the night, we certainly wouldn't be recognized.
"You look quite good in girls' clothes," she said thoughtfully. "Why do you think the 'well-shaped wolf' will appear tonight?" I replied while adjusting my long, fake hair, "Because something that shouldn't be there has appeared." I already knew that Teacher Zhang's car, the tool of the crime, was already parked in that open space.
"What is it?" "A very old car." "A car?" Ge Zhu narrowed her long eyes with the intimidating look of a police interrogator from a TV drama.
"That one is very unusual." I said, "If you don't believe me, let's make a bet." "What are we betting on..." She stared at me in the bathroom mirror.
"Your body." After successfully luring the "Well-Patterned Wolf" to attack, we worked together to lift Teacher Zhang, who still had a pulse, into the back seat of the SUV. We bound her limbs into a spread-eagle position, unable to move, and taped her mouth shut with several layers of duct tape. To avoid attracting attention, we stayed in the dark car with the teacher.
"The teacher is actually the Well-Patterned Wolf." The butterfly knife we found in the teacher's pocket gleamed sharply in Ge Zhu's hand. "What did you do when I was attacked in the chemistry classroom that day, class monitor..." I put on white gloves and deftly disassembled my phone. "I was waiting... waiting to appear before the teacher could make her move." Is this considered a hero saving a damsel in distress?
(Since it's already been exposed, I might as well bet her something else...) "So you and the teacher are in cahoots, right?" she said.
(The car windows were covered with heat-insulating film, so people outside definitely couldn't see anything.) "In a sense, that's true." If I had called the police back then, the female college student wouldn't have died so tragically.
"Scared?" I looked at her with a half-smile.
"I knew I shouldn't have saved you." I could feel her eyes also on me. "However, the bet stands." As soon as I finished speaking, a wet, captivating kiss swirled between my breaths.
Ge Zhu knelt between my legs, kissing my lips wantonly, peeling away the protective color of the red butterfly, and my world gradually crumbled. Suddenly, she deliberately and playfully bit my tongue, her icy hand reaching into my gray skirt to caress and fondle it. My tongue was pinned down, making a choking sound. With her breathing becoming faster, her lower body rubbed more tightly, and before the engorged head could release, she reached down into my skirt to welcome it, sucking in every last drop.
Pleasure surged through my body like an electric current. I groaned and caressed the person nestled beneath my skirt, trying to drain my life out of me, my movements as light as a feather… “Cute” is a new trend, a word that doesn’t refer to love but rather a spontaneous feeling, addictive to the point of being impossible to resist. Ge Zhu’s existence is just like that, so precious and fragile that I must protect her at all times.
Later; before locking the car, we left a gift for the teacher.

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