Not necessarily true

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I. Origin
This piece is titled this way because all the stories are in my mind. My memory isn't very
good, so I might make mistakes, cut corners, or embellishments. Therefore, it's not necessarily all
true . That's why I chose this title. If you completely believe it after reading this and then come back saying
I'm lying, then I'd be happy to tell you: You deserve it!
You ask who I am? I should introduce myself first. My surname is Su, Su Jin, a very feminine
name right? Yes, I am a woman. You ask if I have big breasts? Does that concern you? I'm a 75B. Would I tell
you? Actually, I think nine out of ten lingerie sellers are scammers. They keep trying to persuade me to buy this size,
but I always feel I should wear a smaller one.
I'm not a beautiful woman; I'm just average-looking. The only thing I'm proud of is my skin—very white
and smooth. The downside is that if I bump into anything, I'll have a bruise within five minutes. Fortunately,
it heals quickly; it's basically invisible overnight.
Another thing I both love and hate is my enormous buttocks. God knows how they grew so big,
far exceeding the proportions of the rest of my body. Luckily, I'm satisfied with the shape; otherwise, I
'd be contemplating suicide.
I was born into a so-called intellectual family. My parents were always so serious. When
I was in school not only boys, but even girls visiting our house would be subjected to my parents' probing questions about their family history. As a result
, no boys pursued me until I went to university. Fortunately, I was quite successful and got into a prestigious university in another city;
otherwise, I might have spent those four years in college feeling utterly alone.
To be honest, when my parents took me to school, completed the registration, and said goodbye, I
couldn't cry like other girls. I was just too happy, practically
beaming with joy. Even now, my mom still calls me a heartless girl when she brings it up.
Anyway, to get back to the point, this messy story should start from my sophomore year of university.
II. My First Love
During my sophomore year of college, I met a guy named Wang Bin, who was my first boyfriend.
The way we met was quite unexpected. I had enrolled in an elective course, and one day after class, Wang Bin
rushed over to me and said, "Hi, can we get to know each other?" He wasn't particularly handsome, and there was nothing
about him that caught my attention, but I nodded anyway. He then walked me back to my dorm.
On the way, we exchanged names and departments. He told me he had been watching me for a long time but was too
shy to speak to me. Now that the elective course was about to end, he said if he didn't speak up, he wouldn't have another chance,
which led to what happened.
At the time, I didn't have any particular feelings for him, but one thing was important: I liked
his courage.
Then, three days after I met Wang Bin, I saw him again in the library.
That day I went to the library to study. Looking back, I realized I probably didn't spend
more than , yet I actually went that day. After sitting there listlessly for fifteen minutes, I couldn't resist
going for a walk. Just as I was going downstairs, I ran into Wang Bin at the corner of the stairs.
He smiled broadly when he saw me, and I remember inexplicably asking him, "Want to
go for a walk?" and even buying him a Coke.
He readily agreed, and we walked and chatted on the campus path. Wang Bin said he had just gone to my
dorm, and someone told him I was out studying, so he found his way to the library.
Wang Bin was really lucky. Because our school doesn't have fixed classrooms, people basically
go wherever there are fewer people to study. His method of finding people was practically like looking for a needle in a haystack, but he just happened
to run into me, less than two minutes after he entered the library. Even now, thinking back, I
can only say it was fate.
That day, when he walked me back to my dorm, he told me he liked me. I was very happy, but I didn't
react at all. Whether I accepted or not was not on my mind; to be blunt, I
simply didn't know how to answer him.
Back in my dorm, I put down my bag, grabbed a towel and face wash, and went to the washroom to wash my face. Throughout the whole process, my mind
was completely blank. Wang Bin's confession came so suddenly, so suddenly that I lost the ability to think. When
I finished washing my face and walked out of the washroom, looking dazed, a boy ran past in the hallway—
boys weren't supposed to be in the girls' dorm—I was so startled that I dropped what I was holding,
and my pants fell down to my thighs. Luckily, my underwear was on, and the boy didn't
turn around.
I picked up the towel and went back to my room. My roommates asked why I was back so late, and I told them about my two encounters with
Wang Bin . They all insisted that I bring Wang Bin back to meet them, and then they would give
me their opinions. But in my opinion, they were just a bunch of gossipy women with big mouths.
Later, I became Wang Bin's girlfriend. Everything happened naturally. I didn't directly say I agreed to be with him,
but I clearly remember taking his arm and him hugging my waist.
I've forgotten when we first kissed; maybe we were already juniors then.
In the first semester of our junior year, Wang Bin met a fellow villager who taught at the university. This person lived in
a dormitory , but he didn't actually live there, so he gave the key to Wang Bin. After that, Wang Bin
started staying there irregularly, and I would occasionally go there to see him. Once, when Wang Bin was in the bathroom, I accidentally
found a pornographic book under his pillow. The content was so explicit that it made me blush and my heart race for days.
Actually, I'm not unfamiliar with sex. Although I have no experience, I get all sorts of information from the internet
or casual conversations. Girls are much more open in private conversations than boys, at least
that's what I think, especially my dorm mates. In the summer, they always walked around wearing only briefs and bare-chested
, occasionally comparing whose breasts were bigger or whose butt was rounder and perkier.
Romantic relationships during student days are simple and direct, so the longing during holidays is particularly strong. However,
I didn't dare to show it in front of my parents, so I kept suppressing my feelings until they
finally .
On the first night of school, after a walk, we returned to Wang Bin's dorm.
When we closed the door and kissed, I could clearly feel something wet in my underwear. This wasn't the first time, of course. I don't remember
how long we hugged; it wasn't until I was about to go back to my dorm that I realized I'd missed the girls' dorm closing
time .
Since I couldn't go back, I had to stay there. I lay on the bed fully clothed, and Wang Bin gently
covered me with the blanket. I told him to go back to his own dorm, and he agreed at first, but ultimately didn't leave.
At that time, I really couldn't refuse anyone. When Wang Bin lay down next to me, I was so scared I almost couldn't move.
Luckily, the lights were off. I told Wang Bin not to touch me, and he agreed, but after a few minutes of silence,
he still hugged me tightly.
Although we were both clothed, I could still feel his erection pressing against me.
When Wang Bin unbuttoned my clothes, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, and my body
trembled as if electrocuted. Wang Bin felt the same way; when he first touched my breast, his hand trembled like
a dying patient.
I don't know if other women felt the same way I did. Once I was completely naked from the waist up, I gave up
all resistance and let Wang Bin take off my pants and underwear.
I only stopped him when he tried to turn on the light to look at my genitals.
I lay naked in the darkness, hearing the sound of Wang Bin undressing. Then a hot man's body
was on top of me. I still didn't dare move, as if afraid of touching something I shouldn't. Wang Bin pulled my
hand towards his genitals, and when I touched his pubic hair, I recoiled as if burned.
I hesitated when Wang Bin parted my legs. Although I knew this day would come sooner or later, I didn't
expect it to happen in such a scene. His hand touched my genitals, and I felt a sense of fear, but
also a little excitement.
Then the man's penis touched my most intimate part. It moved back and forth, and I heard
Wang Bin panting, "Why can't it go in?" His body trembled slightly as he said this. I
reached out and touched his face, finding it covered in sweat.
I spread my legs a little wider, feeling the tendons in my legs stretch and ache. Then, trying not to
touch his penis, I parted my labia. This time, Wang Bin finally found the right spot, and his penis
thrust in all at once.
I had read some articles before, all of which, without exception, described how pleasurable the first time was,
and how the pain was only momentary. But when I was penetrated, all I wanted to do was curse. The tearing
pain was indescribable. The most fitting analogy I could find was tearing open a freshly scabbed wound
, the burning pain instantly spreading to every inch of my skin.
I remember Wang Bin was very flustered that night. He thrust a few times, and stopped when I repeatedly cried out in pain. Then
we hugged each other and fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I saw a clear line of blood on my genitals.
Walking during the day was also very uncomfortable because the tendons in my groin ached like my arms after overexertion. Over the
next few days, Wang Bin and I had sex a few more times, but only briefly. Besides the real pain, I
bled the first few times—who says bleeding only happens the first time? That's bullshit!
After a while, we finally understood what sex was all about. Although I couldn't fully
experience the pleasure sex brought me, seeing Wang Bin's satisfied expression made me feel happy.
Looking back now, I was incredibly stupid; we didn't even know about contraception, yet I didn't get pregnant.
Whether it was luck or my or his inability to conceive, I don't know. In any case,
I seem to be quite lucky in this matter.
III. Masturbation
The relationship between women and men is strange. If you hold hands this time, you feel distant if you don't next time. If you sleep together this time, you feel
you must sleep together next time, otherwise, inexplicable suspicion arises. Of course, Wang Bin and I didn't have
this problem. Perhaps it was because we had just experienced the thrill of sex, so whenever we had the chance, we would
secretly have sex in that faculty dormitory.
I can't remember exactly when I started to enjoy that kind of thing, but for the first few months, the
psychological pleasure far outweighed the physical gratification. By the time I started to enjoy the feeling of being penetrated, summer vacation
had already arrived.
The long summer vacation continued, and longing still lingered within me, but unlike before, this time I experienced
a different kind of emptiness. It was also the first time I clearly felt my body's need for a man.
Wang Bin would call me during the day, saying things that were neither sweet nor sentimental. He was actually
quite , but he just couldn't say anything romantic. Actually, I didn't ask for much in that regard. Life
isn't like a romantic movie; I couldn't expect him to say "I love you" every day like the male lead in a movie
.
One day, I told Wang Bin on the phone that I wanted to have sex with him. He seemed a little surprised; it was
the first time I'd ever said something like that directly. He thought for a while before replying, "Why don't you take care of it yourself?" Wang Bin's
tentative question made me want to laugh, and I did laugh. He
said a little embarrassedly on the phone, "Boys all do that..." Of course, I didn't know if all boys did that, but I did know
that both boys and girls could take care of this physiological need themselves. Thinking that I'd never done it before, I
half-jokingly said to him, "Then I'll take care of it myself. Be careful I don't need you anymore!" After hanging up,
I searched through almost every drawer in the house, looking at every stick-shaped object, but I still felt that
inserting those things into my body was a very disgusting thing. So, in the end, I decided to use my hand.
To be honest, I was still very nervous about doing this for the first time, and I had a slight sense of guilt, just
like when I slept with Wang Bin. I didn't feel anything when I was at school, but when I got home and faced my parents,
I felt a little guilty, like when I lied after doing something wrong as a child—a little uneasy, a little
scared .
I went back to my room, closed the door, took off my clothes, and lay on the bed, facing my genitals towards the mirror in the closet. I had looked at what my genitals looked like in a small mirror
before , shortly after my first period.
After that, I became too lazy to look at them anymore. I couldn't imagine why Wang Bin was always so eager to see what my genitals looked like.
What's so interesting about it
? I don't even know what my lower body will be like during sex. I moved the pillow behind me so I
could lift my upper body. When I spread my legs, I saw my labia were limp and stuck together. I stretched out my fingers
and pulled them apart to reveal the pink flesh and the small opening inside. My face felt warm.
Actually, I didn't have a strong desire right now; I was more interested in having fun. I gently rubbed my
genitals , feeling a slight itch. But when I inserted my middle finger into my vagina, that feeling
disappeared, even though some kind of fluid was already being secreted from my body.
Maybe I didn't have enough strength, because I thrust in and out quickly a couple of times, but unfortunately, I couldn't experience the feeling of sex at all. Instead,
the desire became clearer and clearer. I have to admit, this feeling was terrible. I suspect that if there was
a man in front of me right now, I would pounce on him without hesitation and let him enter my body, no matter who that man was.
As the movements quickened, my wrists began to ache, and I still only felt a slight tingling sensation in my lower body. I
was too tired to continue. I pulled my fingers out of my vagina, looking at the clear fluid on them, and felt like a
complete idiot.
Failed masturbation—it's a funny way to put it, but that's exactly how it was. Maybe this method just wasn't right for me.
I lay sideways on the bed, put the pillow back in its normal position, and tucked the blanket between my legs—my usual
sleeping position, except I wasn't wearing underwear today.
Closing my eyes, I thought about how I looked just now, and I laughed again. Then I thought of Wang Bin, and
how we were always in bed together, me holding his body, stroking his not-so-broad back, or kissing
his head.
Thinking of this, I subconsciously squeezed my legs together and moved them slightly. The cotton blanket rubbed against my genitals, a
rough friction that was surprisingly comfortable. Although it didn't completely extinguish my desire, it was much
better than using my fingers.
I twisted and turned in bed, clutching the blanket, enjoying the slight pleasure of the blanket rubbing against my genitals. Then,
I somehow fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found the blanket covering me. I turned my head and saw my mom. My heart skipped a beat.
Before I could say anything, my mom spoke first: "Aren't you ashamed? A grown
girl like you sleeping without clothes on? Aren't you embarrassed?" I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness! I put on
a smile and said to my mom, "It's too hot. Anyway, we're at home. What's there to be ashamed of?" Seeing my shamelessness
, my mom laughed. "You're all grown up now. I don't care anymore. Hurry up and get dressed. Your dad is waiting for us to eat
." I nodded and looked for my clothes. Then I heard my mom ask again: "Do you have a boyfriend?" I quickly shook my head
like a rattle-drum. "No, no, if I had a boyfriend, wouldn't I tell you?"
Mom looked at me, her expression turning serious. "If you have a boyfriend, you must let Mom meet him first. You're still
young, and I don't want my daughter to be fooled." "Don't worry, Mom!" I
kissed . "If anyone pursues your daughter, I'll tell you immediately!" "You silly girl!" Mom affectionately
scolded me, then continued, "Having a boyfriend isn't a big deal, but you must cherish yourself and not easily..."
…You know what I mean. I nodded, and as I got up to fold the blanket, I suddenly noticed a
small water stain on it. It was where I had been hiding my legs. Before Mom noticed, I quickly folded it
back and hid it underneath, then clutched my heart, which was pounding in my chest, and followed Mom out of the bedroom.
I couldn't imagine what Mom would do if she knew I had slept with a man—a beating
or something else, I couldn't think of. It had been so long since I'd been beaten.
In many people's eyes, I'd always been a good girl, obedient and compliant, but I knew
how stubborn I truly was. I'd suffered a lot because of this personality. I remember when I was little, if I made a mistake
, Mom would always ask, "Are you wrong?" I thought if I admitted my mistake directly, maybe I could satisfy her wish, but I
never did. I always kept my head down and didn't say a word.
Then inevitably came a beating. My mom's method was simple and brutal: she'd pull down my pants, exposing my buttocks, and make me lie face down on
the edge of the bed , followed by a hail of blows. I still can't understand why I
was so stubborn back then. Every time, I'd be beaten until my dad couldn't stand it anymore and pulled my mom away,
but I still wouldn't admit I was wrong. This continued until I started middle school. I guess it was because my daughter was older and exposing her buttocks was considered indecent; otherwise, my mom might
have continued beating me indefinitely.
Of course, there was another reason: I seemed to have become more obedient, and my mom couldn't beat me anymore.
But what my mom didn't expect was that while I got used to her parenting style, I also developed a strange quirk:
as long as it wasn't a severe beating, I sometimes missed the feeling of having my buttocks smacked. I've never
told anyone about this, not even Wang Bin.
The next day, when Wang Bin called me, I told him about masturbating the day before. He was a little surprised,
but after hearing that I had failed, he laughed and whispered into the phone, "You're so lewd.
" I was furious: "It's all your fault for making me do it!" "I didn't expect you to actually do it...
" Wang Bin explained. I snorted: "I don't know if I'm lewd or not, but it's all
your fault I'm like this now, you have to take responsibility." "Okay, okay!" Wang Bin hurriedly replied on the other end of the phone.
That's the difference between a woman and a girl. In the past, even a year ago, I
would never , and the same goes for swearing. Even when I was furious, I would at most
mutter "bastard" in my heart, nothing more.
IV.
After the start of my senior year, I simply moved into the dormitory of Wang Bin's fellow villager, only returning to my own
dormitory at noon and in the afternoon. Women in love are definitely crazy, and I was no exception.
The weather at the end of September was still hot, especially on this afternoon when I had no classes.
When my second sister returned from who-knows-where, I was sitting on my bed in my dorm room, shirtless and
wearing only a thong, holding a book.
There were four of us in the dorm, and I was the youngest. When I first arrived, everyone had already assigned me a nickname, and I was, of course,
"Little Fourth." "Wow! So sexy!" My second sister turned around and said to someone behind her, "Come in quickly and see
our Little Fourth!" "What is it now?" A saccharine voice came from behind my second sister; it was my third sister.
That was the voice she used whenever she was exhausted from shopping.
I wasn't wrong; my third sister soon came in carrying a shoebox, put it on the floor,
glanced at me on the bed, and with a mischievous grin, rushed over and pinched my chest: "Dressed like that! Be careful you do
n't get raped!" "There are no men in the dorm," I said softly, putting down my book and taking my third sister's hand. "It's just
the three of you horny women here; how can you comfort a lonely girl like me..." I laughed as I finished speaking.
"Little Fourth is horny again," my eldest sister's voice rang out from the doorway. Seeing my eldest sister return, my second sister turned around and said,
"That's right, she's become like this after having a man. Where did our reserved little Si'er go?"
My second sister's words were quite well-founded. Before I met Wang Bin, I had never even worn a short skirt; the shortest skirt I wore was
almost ankle-length. In the past year or so, they had watched my clothing change before their eyes, from turtlenecks to tank tops, from
long skirts to short skirts, from flats to high heels. I wasn't sure if I genuinely liked this change or if
I dressed this way because Wang Bin liked it, but in terms of clothing alone, I almost seemed like a completely different person.
"Stop fooling around," my eldest sister went back to her bed. "I need to sleep for a while." "Lazybones!" My third sister also
lay down the bed. "All you do is sleep. Hurry up and find us a brother-in-law." After saying that
, she fell asleep even faster than my eldest sister. My eldest sister was still taking off her clothes when I could already hear the soft breathing of my third sister.
After the two of them fell asleep, my second sister sat down at the table to start working on her graduation project. I got out of bed and
was about to wash my face and go out when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I asked casually, walked to the door, opened it, and then I froze.
A boy stood there, holding a stack of books, staring dumbfounded at my nearly naked body,
his eyes practically popping out of his head.
Looking back, I should have screamed, but at the time I couldn't think of anything. It wasn't until the boy
turned and ran away that I snapped back to reality and sat stupidly back on the bed.
"Who is it?" I heard my second sister mutter, her back to the door. She turned to look at me. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing..." I mechanically picked up my clothes and pulled them over my head.
A few days later, news started circulating about a girl being accidentally seen naked in her dorm by a boy. A girl from
another told me about it and repeatedly warned me, "The security guard downstairs can't be
trusted, be careful." I listened gratefully to her advice, but my heart was filled with mixed feelings. Fortunately, although the boy had
told others about it, he hadn't named anyone, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to live. This might be considered my
luck .
Later, Wang Bin also heard about it and told me about it as a joke, ending with, "That boy is
so lucky, why don't I ever run into that?" I said to Wang Bin, "Didn't you ever think that your wife was
the " That's right, we now call each other husband and wife.
"No way?" Wang Bin stared at me blankly, "Really?" "No way!" I lied with a smile.
Seeing Wang Bin breathe a sigh of relief, I thought it was better not to tell him the truth.

Fifth, revealing
my and Wang Bin's "home"—the faculty dormitory of his fellow villager—was on the fourth floor of that building, at the far east end. The
building itself was only four stories high, an old-fashioned tenement building. All the dormitories faced south; the shady side had only four rooms,
two washrooms, and two toilets, separated by two staircases. From our room to the nearest washroom,
there were four dormitories and the opposite staircase.
Wang Bin was a clean man and washed his clothes frequently, which made things difficult for me. At home, my
mother washed all my clothes except my underwear, but at school, especially after I started living with Wang Bin,
these chores became my responsibility.
I didn't want to do any work, and Wang Bin tried to prevent me from doing anything, but since I was his woman, I felt
I had to take care of him, at least share some of the housework, especially laundry. This made me feel like
I had grown up.
One evening in early October, as usual, Wang Bin and I went for a walk outside. He held me
under a tree near the dormitory building. I was wearing a black sundress, something I would never normally wear outside. Only after
the entire campus had quieted down did he put his arm around my waist and start walking back. When we reached the building entrance, a man
hurried past us. As I stepped onto the stairs, I saw him glance back at me.
I didn't recognize him, but he wasn't unfamiliar either; I'd seen him in this building a few times. Perhaps due to
my family background, I always paid more attention to refined, gentle men. That man was
like that ; every time I saw him, he always wore frameless glasses and often carried one
or more books.
Back in the dorm, Wang Bin washed his face and lay on the bed. I saw a few pieces of
clothing in a basin on the floor that he hadn't had time to wash yet. I pulled my bra out from under my skirt and took off my underwear, throwing them into the basin as well. Just as I
was about to go to the washroom to wash these clothes, Wang Bin called out to me, "Wife, wash them tomorrow."
"It's okay, it's just a few pieces, it'll be done in a bit." I ignored him and bent down to pick up the wash basin.
Perhaps I bent over too much, causing half of my buttocks to be exposed, because Wang Bin laughed, "
Going out like this in the middle of the night, be careful of running into perverts!"
I pulled my skirt back, "There's hardly anyone in the washroom this late, you rest first, I'll be right back."
I carried the basin out the door and went to the washroom, and sure enough, it was empty. I put the basin in the sink—the
faucets in these old-fashioned washrooms were placed in the middle of a large rectangular sink, with four faucets extending to each side, dividing the sink
in two . Several people could wash clothes on both sides at the same time, which was quite chaotic when there were many people, so I always
came very late because I didn't want to be squeezed with others.
I picked up a piece of clothing and heard the sound of water flushing from the men's restroom next to the washroom. Then the door opposite the washroom
opened and closed, followed by footsteps. A man carrying a basin of clothes entered the washroom and
placed it opposite me.
I glanced at him and saw it was the same man from downstairs. He saw me too, seemed startled
for a moment, and quickly left as I looked down.
So this man was just there to soak his clothes. I looked at the other basins on the sink and smiled. People
often soak their clothes here, some even forgetting about them. I once saw a basin
left for several days until the clothes inside started to stink before it was taken away. I guess that's how it is with men, especially those who do chores.
I always put things off as long as I can. Wang Bin even said he used to soak his clothes for days, only
washing them thoroughly when he had nothing left to wear.
However, just as I lathered the soap on my bra, the man returned, this time with a bar
of soap in his hand.
I was almost certain he wasn't thinking about washing clothes. Through
the hair falling over my forehead, I could clearly see his gaze piercing through my eyes, fixed on
the skin exposed above my bra straps.
While I'm not exactly beautiful, I was dressed far too scantily. I wondered if he could see my nipples protruding from my
braless breasts. My breasts weren't large, but my nipples were always erect and constantly
sticking out.
Logically, I should have left and gone back to my room to sleep, but I didn't.
As a woman, I've always enjoyed being watched. Although I know some people
probably don't think anything good when they look at me, attracting attention at least means I have the looks.
Compared to , I can't stand being ignored.
I remember being stared at by boys occasionally when I was in middle school, but I was still a virgin then, and I would
only . Even though I liked them, I never dared to show it, otherwise, even if my mom didn't
know, I couldn't forgive myself.
But now it's different. After having a man, when I feel that kind of gaze, I even deliberately puff out my chest and raise my head
. I don't know if all women are like this, but it's my vanity.
But right now, I'm not thinking about any of that. Standing naked in a sundress
in front of a strange man should be a shameful thing, but right now I only feel an unusual thrill, especially when I think about my
man lying in a room not far away. A distinct sense of guilt immediately surges into my heart, but what follows
is the excitement and thrill of doing something naughty.
I rubbed my bra in my hands and deliberately lowered my head, but even so, I could still feel the burning
gaze . The man picked up a piece of clothing and splashed water haphazardly. With the sound of water, some kind of liquid gushed out from my body and
flowed down my thighs.
I don't know how I finished washing the clothes. When I got back to the room, Wang Bin was lying on the bed. He saw me
sit on the edge of the bed, reached up and lifted my skirt, touched my genitals, and chuckled, saying, "Why are you
all wet here?"
Of course, I wouldn't tell him that I had just been stared at for a long time. I just said, "I got it on by accident, so what?"
Wang Bin rubbed my labia with his fingers: "You're not thinking about something naughty again, are you, you little slut!"
"Hmph!" I turned to my side and lay on top of him, pulled Wang Bin's underwear down to his knees, and pinched his penis.
"You're not thinking about anything naughty?"
Wang Bin laughed, took off his own underwear, and pulled my tank top off his body: "Come on, let me
see!"
I obediently climbed onto the bed, knelt on top of him, turned my head towards Wang Bin's feet, and spread my legs on
either side of his neck: "Look, take a good look." After saying that, I put Wang Bin's penis in my mouth.
To be honest, I have neither interest nor experience with oral sex. Compared to an erect penis, I
prefer it when it's soft and flaccid; the sensation is particularly good. Once it gets hard, I don't know
what to do.
However, I haven't encountered a penis that doesn't get hard yet. In less than a minute, Wang Bin's penis had
swelled into a huge thing in my mouth. I gently licked his glans with my tongue, occasionally
teasing it with my lips. At this point, Wang Bin had already parted my labia with his fingers.
I wiggled my hips, opening my lower body wider to match Wang Bin's movements, and then something soft
touched my clitoris.
It was Wang Bin's tongue. I lay on top of Wang Bin, taking as much of his penis into my mouth as possible, stopping my movements
to focus on the sensation coming from my lower body. It was a tingling, aching sensation. If it weren't for
the barrier , I would have wanted to squeeze my legs together tightly.
After licking for a while, Wang Bin whispered to me, "Wife, you're so horny." Then he inserted a finger into
my vagina.
I wanted to talk back to him, but when Wang Bin's fingers entered my body, I didn't want to say a word.
Wang Bin's fingers repeatedly teased the tender flesh inside my vagina, the intense stimulation making me almost want to bite off
the penis in my mouth. I spat out the penis and panted as I said to Wang Bin, "Have you seen enough?"
Wang Bin didn't answer my question, but I felt as if my body was filled up again. That was his second
finger. Wang Bin pinched the edge of my vaginal wall with two fingers and said to me, "Little slut, do you want your husband
to fuck you?" I jumped off Wang Bin and lay sprawled on the side, grabbing my
breasts with both hands and exaggeratingly saying to him, "Come and fuck me, you bastard!" Wang Bin laughed again, crawled in front of me,
grabbed my legs, and thrust his thick penis hard into my body, all the way in.
I slightly raised my buttocks, matching Wang Bin's thrusts. Today, my vaginal fluids seemed particularly abundant.
As Wang Bin's penis moved inside my vagina, I heard a "splish-splish" sound. His movements became faster and faster,
and I closed my eyes, beginning to moan softly.
My head was spinning; Wang Bin's thrusts made my body convulse. The continuous contractions of my vaginal walls made me feel
his penis growing larger inside me. Then, a gush of hot liquid rushed into my body. I squeezed
Wang Bin tightly, holding him close, my breasts pressed against his chest. At that moment, I felt the whole world
no longer mattered; all I wanted was Wang Bin, only his penis that brought me pleasure.
After a brief moment of catching my breath, Wang Bin whispered in my ear, "Why did you orgasm so easily today?"
I blushed and nodded, hugging him even tighter.
Wang Bin then asked me, "Wife, what does an orgasm feel like?"
"This…" I was surprised by Wang Bin's question because I didn't know how to answer. Suffocation and
spasms weren't the whole story. I kissed Wang Bin's cheek for a long time before finally saying, "You know
what it feels like to hold your pee, right?"
Wang Bin paused, "What do you mean?"
I bit my lip, "It's like when you've been holding your pee for a long time and suddenly find a toilet, and then…whoosh
…like that…"
"Like that…" Wang Bin climbed off me, stared at my lower body, and then touched it with his hand.
I muttered to myself, my genitals sticky and sticky, "You know what, it really feels like I peed."
"Ptooey!" I spat at him, reached for a wet wipe from the bedside, and wiped myself down there.
The next morning, Wang Bin grinned mischievously and said to me, "Wife, want to try something different today?"
"What kind of 'something different'? What are you thinking about?" I rubbed my eyes.
Wang Bin looked at my pubic hair: "I want you to go out without underwear..."
"Don't even think about it!" I glared at him fiercely, "No way!"
Wang Bin seemed a little disappointed: "Then..."
"How about this," I grabbed a pair of pantyhose from the drawer, "I'll just wear pantyhose out, that counts as
not wearing underwear , okay?"
Wang Bin frowned and nodded: "Okay, that fulfills my wish."
"Pervert!" I put on the pantyhose, pulled up my crotch, and pressed the seam tight against my lower body, "By the way, I
don't have class today, what about you?" As I said this, I suddenly thought of the man I met in the washroom last night.
I don't know why, but I really wanted to know how that man would react if he saw me like this. Maybe
I should wash two more clothes tonight
. Thinking of this, my face turned a little red. Wang Bin probably thought that my attire made me embarrassed, and comforted me:
"It's okay, no one can see."
I hummed in agreement and didn't say anything more. I felt a little sorry for Wang Bin, but the thrill of being spied on
far outweighed my guilt. I even wished that night would come sooner.
VI.
The feeling of cheating while wearing pantyhose with your bare bottom exposed wasn't anything special, at least not as good as Wang Bin imagined. At lunch,
he asked me if I felt excited, and I shook my head and told him, "No, nothing at all."
In the afternoon, Wang Bin received a phone call from his fellow villager. The man invited him out for drinks because his younger brother
was visiting from his hometown, and his brother was also Wang Bin's classmate. Of course, Wang Bin wouldn't refuse, because in his eyes,
his fellow villager was like his own brother, even though he didn't have any siblings.
I don't know how long they drank, but I do know that Wang Bin's alcohol tolerance isn't very high. Out of
concern , I called Wang Bin around 5 PM. It was very noisy on the other end of the line; I could hear
men and women talking and singing.
It was past midnight when Wang Bin came back. I was sitting on the bed in my pajamas, sulking.
Wang Bin didn't notice my reaction at all; he collapsed onto the bed as soon as he walked in. I saw foam at the corner of his mouth and
knew he must have vomited. I struggled to take off his shoes, laid him flat on the bed, and stared at him
as he drifted off to sleep.
I was still angry, but I couldn't just let him sleep like that. I turned him over, trying to
take off his clothes, when I smelled a fragrance on him. My anger flared up instantly. Although
I knew they sometimes hired female escorts when they went out to karaoke, Wang Bin had promised me he would never
touch other women. And
I had trusted him so much! Although I really wanted to wake him up and ask him what was going on, what could I possibly get from him in this state?
Maybe he was just drunk and got a little too close to a woman. I tried to reassure myself
as I unbuttoned Wang Bin's shirt and pants.
But when I held Wang Bin's shirt in my hands, my head went blank.
There was a long strand of hair stuck to the white plaid shirt I'd bought him—definitely not my hair. I always
have straight hair, and that strand was clearly a woman's permed hair.
I held the shirt, pacing back and forth in the room, trying to convince myself that Wang Bin hadn't done anything, but
the suspicion kept churning inside me. I could almost see Wang Bin
making love with some heavily made-up woman. This feeling was like a venomous snake coiling around my heart, making me feel as if I were in an ice cave,
chilled to the bone.
I don't know how much time passed before I numbly picked up Wang Bin's clothes and put them in a basin of water. The pungent smell of alcohol and my conflicted
emotions made it impossible for me to sleep.
Staggering, I carried the basin to the washroom, turned on the tap, and let the cold water pour over
my long hair, hoping to clear my head. The water streamed down my neck,
instantly soaking my thin pajamas. I pressed my hands against the edge of the sink, still unable to stop my body from trembling.
Just then, the door across the hall creaked open, and someone walked into the washroom.
I looked up slightly and saw the man who had done the laundry yesterday, holding the basin, looking at me with a strange
gaze a mixture of confusion and delight.
I quickly turned and ran out.
Reaching my dorm room door, I gripped the handle, unable to open the door for a while. I pressed my head against the doorframe,
calmed myself for a moment, and then turned back to the washroom.
The man was still there. Seeing me come in, he quickly lowered his head. I glanced at him and noticed that
he had taken off his t-shirt sometime earlier, and was only wearing a pair of shorts.
I walked to the sink, pulled Wang Bin's shirt out of the water, and as I rubbed it, I noticed my pajamas were open
at the front , my nipple sticking out from the wet spot.
The man had obviously noticed me too; he slowed his washing pace, and when I
looked at him, he looked away somewhat embarrassed.
But he immediately turned back to me, this time his gaze unwavering, fixed
on my chest with a provocative look.
Men—I gritted my teeth and shook my head; they were all the same. I shook my wet hair and
looked back at him.
Then I did something I never expected: I pulled down the straps of my pajamas, exposing
my right breast.
The man's eyes immediately lit up.
If I had to find a reason for my absurd behavior, it would be that since Wang Bin could
go out and find women, I, Su Jin, could seduce men—a reason that seemed perfectly fair
and just to me at the time.
I stared at the man, my upper body half-naked, watching his Adam's apple bob. Then he
reached his shorts, pulled up the cuff, and brandished his penis at me defiantly.
I must admit I was incredibly irrational; otherwise, I wouldn't have pulled up my pajamas, exposing my entire genitals to
a strange man.
I don't have much pubic hair, but as Wang Bin would say, it's beautifully styled, like it's been specially trimmed, and my...
My labia were quite large; even facing me, you could see two tender pieces of flesh hanging down my genitals without needing to look specifically.
After doing this, I groaned, forcefully threw my shirt back into the water, hung the tank top back on my shoulders, and
turned to leave the washroom .
As I reached the door, a pair of hands grabbed my hips.
Looking back, if I had broken free, the man probably wouldn't have done anything further. However,
instead of resisting, I braced myself against the doorframe.
I peeked out of the washroom and saw no one outside, only dim lighting illuminating the long corridor
. The whole world seemed to be asleep, the silence suffocating.
Then I felt a pair of hands lift my nightgown, revealing my bare lower body.
I didn't turn around, looking up at the ceiling lights, as if what the man was doing
had nothing to do with me.
Soon, something hard pressed against the space between my legs, rubbing back and forth against my labia.
The man 's hands caressed my hip bones, trembling slightly. I arched my backside and
spread my legs apart again until my feet were against the sides of the washroom door.
Then, a thick, rod-like object forced its way through my labia and entered my body.
I never imagined my body would accept any man other than Wang Bin. Even just a day ago,
when I stood before this man, dripping with vaginal fluid, all I thought about was fun and excitement. But now, it was
real penetration. The continuous thrusting cleared my mind considerably, but
what could I do?
The man stood behind me, pounding his thick penis into my vagina again and again. I kept looking outside,
as if my body no longer belonged to me, as if something that should be called my soul was slowly drifting away from me.
"Just pretend it was a dream," I tried to reassure myself, gripping the doorframe tightly. The tingling sensation deep inside my vagina
grew stronger, and the soft "slap slap" of the man's thrusts against my buttocks echoed in the washroom.
I pressed my lips together, trying to suppress the urge to moan, only moving my hips in rhythm with the man's movements.
A moment later, the man's hands suddenly moved from below to my breasts, gripping them tightly. A sharp
pain distorted my features, but the penis moving even faster inside my vagina completely
controlled me. At that moment, I didn't care about Wang Bin or the affair; all I wanted was for that
penis to fuck me hard. The sensations in my body outweighed all my thoughts; all I wanted was pleasure, pure pleasure.
When the strange man's hands, which were gripping my breasts, tightened again, making it hard for me to breathe, his penis
slammed into the deepest part of my body. Then, a hot, wet liquid sprayed inside me.
When stopped, my body began to convulse and contort. I tried to close my legs to clamp down on his shrinking penis,
but my movements were futile. The little thing quickly slipped out along my wet vagina.
After the man released me, I ran back to my room.
Sitting on a chair in my room, Wang Bin was still fast asleep. I looked down at my lower body; white
fluid was seeping from my slightly open vaginal opening. I wiped my genitals vigorously with tissues until
they were red and swollen, but I knew I could never get it clean.
I took off my clothes, climbed into bed, hugged the naked Wang Bin, and cried all night.
When I got up in the morning, Wang Bin was still asleep. I quickly packed my things and left
the dormitory with dark circles under my eyes.
It was a little past five in the morning, and there weren't many people on campus yet. I returned to the girls' dormitory, lay down on my bed which I hadn't
slept on , and drowsily closed my eyes.
When I woke up again, it was already afternoon. Only my older sister and I were left in the dormitory. She clearly thought I
was acting strangely and asked with concern, "Little Si, are you alright?" "I'm fine..." I smiled,
trying to figure out how to answer my sister's question, when the phone suddenly rang. It was Wang Bin calling. I looked at
Wang Bin and then pressed reject.
Seeing my appearance, my sister cautiously asked again, "Did you have a fight with him?" I nodded, and then I heard
my sister say, "When two people are together, they always argue. If it's nothing serious, just be a little temperamental and let it go
. Don't be too mean to him." I smiled, "I know, don't worry." I know nothing. I
don't . I just don't know how to face everything that happened last night.
For a while afterward, I didn't answer Wang Bin's calls or go back to that dorm.
Wang Bin came downstairs looking for me a few times, but I didn't see him. He wasn't the kind of
guy who would impulsively rush into a girls' dorm, and we didn't have any regular classes where he could find me in the classroom. So I stayed in
my dorm avoiding him, until one day before New Year's Day, I bumped into him in the cafeteria.
I was standing on the steps at the cafeteria entrance, and he was right in front of me. I noticed he hadn't shaved, and his face
was noticeably thinner, making him look somewhat haggard.
At that moment, I really wanted to rush over and hug him, but I didn't move.
I turned around and walked along the path towards the lake, with Wang Bin following not far behind.
I stopped and turned back to look at him when we reached the lake.
He approached me, remained silent for a moment, and finally asked, "What exactly happened?" I
shook my head, listening to him continue explaining, "Was it because I came back late that day? I told you…" Seeing
my blank expression, Wang Bin's face flushed red. "They did hire prostitutes that day, but I was drinking the whole time
and didn't touch them at all!" I shook my head again. "It's not your problem, it's my problem. I think maybe I
've fallen in love with someone else." As I spoke, I felt like the voice wasn't even mine.
"Impossible!" Wang Bin pounded his head. "How could it be? We…we…" "Wang Bin
…" I looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry, I think we…we should break up." After saying that
, I walked away without looking back at Wang Bin. I knew very well that if I looked back, I wouldn't be able to leave,
and that wouldn't be fair to Wang Bin. I couldn't do that.
The winter wind stung my face. By the time I reached the dormitory building, tears
had completely obscured my vision. All the scenery and people coming and going blended into
a blurry, floating pattern before my eyes.
(To be continued)
VII. Farewell
The last winter vacation has finally arrived as promised.
My mood was still low, but since I was home, I had to put on a smile for my parents. When
the topic of job hunting came up, my dad asked if I planned to go home or stay in the city where my school was located, more than a thousand kilometers away
. Without thinking, I answered him, "Go home."
Hearing this, my mom was obviously overjoyed: "Then what kind of job are you planning to find?"
I had thought about this question before, but I never had any concrete ideas, especially after breaking up with Wang Bin.
I hadn't had the mind to think about these things at all. Now that my mom asked, I casually said, "I'll find something easy." "
Lazy girl!" My mom laughed and said to my dad, "When I saw Lao Wu the other day, didn't he say he
wanted to find an assistant? Why don't you talk to him about it?"
My dad nodded. I knew Lao Wu, whom my mom was talking about. He was my dad's friend for many years. I always called him
Uncle Wu. He was a lawyer who ran a medium-sized law firm.
When my dad heard my mom mention this, he picked up the phone, but instead of dialing, he asked me, "Have your bar exam
results come out yet?"
I was taken aback. I had indeed registered and taken the exam, but I lacked confidence in passing, and besides, I was going through
a breakup with Wang Bin, so I hadn't even thought about checking my results. Now that my dad was asking, I quickly went back to my room
and dialed the prepaid number.
I passed! This was probably some consolation. When I came out of my room and told my parents the result,
they laughed non-stop.
The rest was simple. My dad called Uncle Wu, who said that if I wanted to go, he would
definitely take me. So, my job was settled in a rather haphazard way. The next day, I went with my dad to
Uncle Wu 's law firm and picked up the employment contract—I needed this contract to complete the necessary
procedures at school.
Before I knew it, it was Chinese New Year. On the evening of the first day of the new year, Wang Bin called me.
Before this, he had contacted me online several times, hoping to mend our relationship, but I refused each time
. This time, when he called, he didn't ask to get back together; he just asked how I was doing. I tried my best
to suppress my emotions and calmly told him that I was fine and not to worry.
Wang Bin finally said on the phone, "We're still friends, right?"
I covered my mouth to stifle my sobs, "Yes, we're still friends, very good friends..."
The last semester of university passed quickly. Everyone was busy preparing for graduation, but I
stayed in my dorm every day until after my thesis defense, when I suddenly felt a sense of impending doom.
Walking on campus, watching the younger students stroll by in twos and threes, the
familiar sights reflected the bright summer sun, making my eyes sting.
June 26th—I think I'll always remember this day. Wang Bin called and said he wanted to see me one more time,
and this time I didn't refuse.
At the appointed time, I finished my makeup and took out a side-fastening blouse and a
floral long skirt from the closet. It was the outfit I wore the day I met Wang Bin. Seeing me come out of the building in this outfit,
Wang Bin, who was waiting outside, smiled.
His smile was complex, a hint of joy, but mostly helplessness. I noticed he was dressed very
neatly ; yes, this was the man I had always loved.
We sat by the lake on campus, talking about what had happened recently. We both carefully avoided
sensitive topics. As it got dark, I said to Wang Bin, "I'll have a drink with you."
Wang Bin looked at me and nodded.
We bought six bottles of beer at the school's convenience store. I carried two, and Wang Bin carried four. As we walked through
the campus , I noticed many people giving us strange looks.
I didn't go back to Wang Bin's dormitory. Instead, we walked through the alley between the teaching buildings and entered
the stadium . We sat in front of a locked iron gate, flanked by high concrete walls. I leaned against the wall and took
my first sip of alcohol—it was very bitter.
I thought I would cry, but I didn't. As I looked at Wang Bin with a calm gaze,
I saw tears on his face.
We didn't speak while drinking, until six bottles rolled haphazardly on the ground.
Suddenly, Wang Bin hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes, savoring what might be his last embrace.
Then his lips pressed against mine.
I knew this would happen; I knew what would happen the moment I came to see him. So when he reached to
undress me, I didn't resist or refuse. But to my surprise, Wang Bin's hands were
trembling terribly, even more so than during our first time making love.
I looked at Wang Bin's face as he took off my clothes, bra, skirt, and panties one by one.
When I lay naked on my skirt, I saw a sky full of stars.
Everything was just like when we were in love. He lay on top of me, slowly entering my body,
burying his head between my breasts and gently kissing me. I wrapped my arms around Wang Bin, tracing his back with my fingers.
I think at that moment I felt like a virgin.
Wang Bin's penis slowly thrust in and out of my vagina, like a blazing iron bar. I gasped
repeatedly, contracting my body to tighten my lower body, gripping the
penis that had brought me countless times of pleasure with my vaginal walls.
Perhaps my reaction exceeded his expectations. Wang Bin propped himself up, looked at my face, and then freed
one hand to stroke my cheek. I silently murmured his name, but the words "I love you"
never came out of my mouth.
I rubbed my breasts against Wang Bin's body, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pressed his buttocks to allow his
penis to penetrate deeper into my body. The glans pressed against my cervix, and that touch that reached the very core of my body
made me tremble.
Wang Bin stopped thrusting, quietly holding my body, and put his tongue into my mouth.
I sucked on Wang Bin's tongue, like a child savoring their favorite candy, but my lower body became increasingly itchy,
wishing he would tear me apart immediately.
I didn't have to wait long. After a brief moment of tenderness, Wang Bin finally erupted. He straightened up and stretched my legs
almost into a split. His penis quickly began to thrust violently into my body, as if trying to penetrate me. I
endured the soreness in my inner thighs and met his thrusts. My mons pubis gradually became numb, while deep inside my vagina, there was a strong
tingling sensation .
Then came a "smack," Wang Bin's hand slapping my bare breast. By the starlight, I
saw his hand repeatedly striking my body. He must hate me. I pushed my breasts up again, hoping
he could release his pent-up desire. I endured his slaps, the pain radiating from my breasts,
mixed with a perverse pleasure.
I knew my breathing was becoming increasingly rapid, and my lower abdomen was beginning to spasm. Just as I managed to squeeze out an "ah" through my clenched
teeth , Wang Bin suddenly pounced on me, holding me tightly. His penis,
at the end of my vagina, contracted violently, and a gush of heat shot into my body. At the same time, I
felt a gushing, warm liquid erupt from somewhere inside me, like a clenched and opened fist. As
Wang Bin withdrew from my body, it instantly soaked the skirt beneath my buttocks.
I lay there like that, watching Wang Bin sit up beside me. He stared at my body for a long,
long time, then gently pulled the clothes beside him over me.
I pushed Wang Bin's hand away, threw the clothes that had just covered me aside, and closed my legs,
remaining motionless like a dead person.
After a while, I got up and started to dress. By then, Wang Bin was already dressed. I
buttoned my , sat down beside him, and we sat there like that, dumbfounded, until dawn, without saying a word.
When the first light appeared on the horizon, I tidied my hair, stood up, and said to Wang Bin, "I'm leaving."
Wang Bin shook his head, then nodded, and took my hand. I gently shook him off, sighed,
and this time I didn't stop. I walked straight out of the stadium. I thought that if I had ignored him the first time we met and only left
Wang Bin with the same back view as now, perhaps we would both be much happier. But that day is gone forever.
Back in the dorm, I grabbed a small mirror and hid in the bathroom. Unbuttoning my clothes, I saw red handprints on my breasts,
a stark contrast to my glare. Touching them caused a slight pain, but a strange sense of relief washed over me.
The overwhelming guilt I felt towards Wang Bin seemed to lessen instantly.
Over the next few days, my friends boarded trains home one after another. I didn't dare leave last, not wanting to
experience too many farewells. The day I left, it drizzled in the city. My second sister held my head and
cried loudly at the train carriage door, as if she would never see me again.
As the train pulled away, I kept looking out the window, perhaps hoping to catch a glimpse of someone. But
until the train left the station, I found nothing. So be it.
My last summer vacation after arriving home was over. Actually, the vacation itself wasn't important anymore; it was just
a matter of working a few days in the morning versus a few days in the evening. Even so, I planned to rest a little longer.
The next day, I changed my phone number and sent it to all my friends, except for Wang Bin.
I felt he no longer needed it, or rather, I hoped he no longer needed my number.
On the third night after I got home, I received a call from Xin'er, inviting me to go shopping the next day. Xin'er's
full name is He Xin, she's my best friend and high school classmate. She didn't do well on the college entrance exam and only went to a teacher's
college, so she graduated a year earlier than me and is now a teacher at a middle school.
Since it was my best friend's invitation, I naturally agreed without hesitation. Over the years, while I was studying away from home, we only
had a chance to meet during holidays. Now that I was back home, I wanted to catch up with my old friend.
The summer in the north was just as sweltering as it was. I regretted it a little as soon as I stepped out the next day; I was wearing
way too much—a linen dress. But then again, I couldn't wear less.
Xin'er was waiting for me at a Taiwanese tea restaurant. She knew I loved their smoothies. When I arrived,
Xin'er had already ordered a large cup of peanut smoothie. I put my backpack down and sat opposite Xin'er, staring at the full
cup: "Why didn't you sneak some of mine today?"
"I wouldn't dare!" Xin'er laughed, pinching her stomach.
I saw the bulge of fat there and immediately laughed, "I haven't seen you in six months, how did you get so fat
?"
Xin'er looked miserable, "Don't even mention it, I was already fatter than you, and it got even worse after I started working. Unlike
you, you can eat whatever you want and nothing happens to you, I'm so envious."
I ignored her, scooped a spoonful of shaved ice into my mouth, and the cool sensation quickly spread from my throat to
every . "Where do you want to go shopping today? What shoes and clothes do you want to buy?"
"I haven't decided yet, let's sit down first." Xin'er looked at me, "Are you free on the 2nd of next month?"
I thought for a moment, "Yes, why?"
"Then be my bridesmaid." Xin'er continued.
I was stunned, "You're getting married?" Xin'er nodded.
"So soon!" I opened my mouth, "Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you say the earliest you'd get married is after next
spring ?"
Hearing me ask this, Xin'er sighed, "Sigh, I can wait, but he can't." As she said this,
Xin'er stroked her belly.
"You're pregnant!" I shouted.
"Keep your voice down!" Xin'er stopped me. "You understand? You'll be my bridesmaid on the 2nd of next month."
Her tone left no room for argument.
I nodded. "But... aren't bridesmaids supposed to be virgins?"
"You aren't?" Xin'er frowned at me.
I took another sip of shaved ice. "Do you think I'm really unwanted or unwanted?" As I said that, I
thought of Wang Bin, and my heart ached.
"Who cares?" Xin'er grinned at me mischievously. "Nobody's going to pry open your hymen, so you'll
be the bridesmaid."
"Disgusting!" I swallowed the shaved ice in my mouth and made a rude gesture to Xin'er. "Okay,
I'll be your bridesmaid, but don't let the guests bully me."
"Don't worry, Xiu Xiu." Xin'er called me by my nickname. "If anyone dares to bully you, I'll chop off their dog
paws!"
"Okay, you said it." I looked at Xin'er's exaggerated face, then glanced at her stomach, and
chuckled.
(To be continued)
VIII.
After the bridesmaids and Xin'er finished chatting, we strolled around a nearby shopping mall. While shopping, Xin'er's future
husband called and invited me to dinner. Having no reason to refuse, at 6:15, Xin'er and I arrived at the agreed-upon
place and saw Xu Fei and a young man waiting for us on the street.
Xu Fei was Xin'er's boyfriend and future husband. I had met him a few times before; he seemed like an honest man.
To be honest, I didn't have a good impression of Xu Fei. The reason was simple: I like men who are knowledgeable and well-mannered, but
Xu Fei was just a vocational school graduate. Although he now works for a state-owned enterprise, every time I saw him, I felt he was
a boring guy with no substance.
The man with Xu Fei was named Zhou Yifan
. When Xu Fei introduced him to me, he said he was his good friend and colleague, and also his best man at his wedding with Xin'er. I smiled politely at Zhou Yifan. In fact, I often
don't know how to communicate with people I've just met. Maybe it's because of my personality, and because of this, many people
think I'm a girl who's not easy to approach.
We randomly found a restaurant, and when we sat down, I took a few more careful glances at Zhou Yifan. To be fair,
this man wasn't bad-looking. When he noticed me observing him, he even showed a shy expression. It seemed that
Xu Fei's friend was also an honest guy like him.
During dinner, we first talked about Xin'er and Xu Fei's wedding. I told Xu Fei I was worried about the bridesmaids being
pranked , and Xu Fei repeatedly assured me that it wouldn't happen. Later, during casual conversation, Xin'er mentioned that I
graduated from a prestigious university, and I saw a look of joy in Zhou Yifan's eyes.
The next morning, before I even got out of bed, I received another call from Xin'er. She immediately asked, "Do you have
a boyfriend now?"
"No!" I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Xin'er continued, "Last night, Zhou Yifan called Xu Fei. He seems to have feelings for you and wants me
to help set you up. What do you think of him?"
"He's alright," I replied, "but I don't want a boyfriend right now."
"Let me tell you, Zhou Yifan is a good guy. Although he only graduated from an ordinary university, he's been working
for two years and is quite valued by his superiors at work. He's also quite honest and reliable. Why don't you consider him?"
Xin'er's gossipy nature was on full display at that moment.
"No way... I'm not interested, I don't feel anything," I shook my head repeatedly, holding my phone.
Xin'er acted as if she hadn't heard me at all: "It's not surprising that you don't feel anything the first time you meet. How about you
meet a few more times? Tomorrow it's my treat. What kind of fish hotpot do you want?
" "Okay, okay..." I couldn't stand this incessantly chattering woman anymore, so I casually agreed.
It didn't matter who I met. Except for Wang Bin, all other men were the same to me . I'd just consider it
making another friend.
When I saw Zhou Yifan again, I could tell he had made thorough preparations. He
was more cautious in everything he did, from his clothes to his speech. Although I maintained a calm smile throughout, I could tell that Zhou Yifan
was genuinely happy.
After that, we met a few more times under Xin'er's arrangement and gradually became familiar with each other. However, I still privately
told Xin'er that Zhou Yifan wasn't right for me. Xin'er always told me to get to know him first and see how things went. Maybe
I'd develop feelings for him over time.
On the evening of August 1st, I went to Xin'er's house as promised. Her wedding was the next morning, and I had
to stay with her that night.
Actually, Xin'er shouldn't have asked me to be her bridesmaid. I'm taller, fairer, and slimmer than her, and I
even consider myself prettier. This was her special day; she should be the star, not me. I didn't want to
steal Xin'er's thunder, so I only wore low-heeled shoes. The dress Xin'er prepared for me was
a low-cut cheongsam dress. Luckily, it wasn't too short; when I stood up straight, it covered half my knees.
To be safe, I wore a very tight shapewear underneath, so tight that
even was a struggle.
It turned out my preparations were unnecessary. The entire wedding was very simple, with nothing superfluous
. The only difficulty was helping Xin'er fend off drinks, which, for someone who rarely drinks, was probably worse than death.
At this moment, Zhou Yifan came to my rescue. Whenever a guest raised their glass, he would always
drink . Even so, I still had to drink a few glasses.
It was a miracle that I didn't vomit on the spot, given the spicy liquid and pungent smell that went down my throat.
After most of the guests left, Zhou Yifan, some guests who were close to Xin'er and Xu Fei, and I
escorted the bride and groom to their bridal chamber—a deluxe room that Xin'er and her husband had rented at the hotel. When the male guests
started clamoring to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber, I used my body to block them and closed the door for Xin'er.
Then came a shoving match. I was too weak to resist those energetic
men . During the shoving, someone's hand touched my bare shoulder. At that moment, Zhou Yifan put his arm around my
head, and perhaps he used too much force, because his hand hit the door frame and bled.
Seeing that the best man was injured, the guests stopped making a fuss. Zhou Yifan, clutching his hand, and I saw them off one by one.
Then, I knocked on the door and told Xin'er and Xu Fei, and Zhou Yifan and I left the hotel and got into the car Xin'er
had prepared .
Perhaps because I hadn't slept well the night before, and also because I had been drinking, I fell asleep in the car after telling the driver the name of my
neighborhood .
When I woke up, I found myself lying on a sofa in an unfamiliar room, covered with a blanket.
Zhou Yifan was sitting opposite me, his hands covered in bandages. Seeing me open my eyes, he said, "Awake?"
I nodded, feeling dizzy and with a headache. I clutched my head. "Where am I?"
"My home," Zhou Yifan smiled. "You didn't tell me your address. I saw you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have
the heart to wake you, so..."
I was a little embarrassed. "Then how did I get up here?"
Zhou Yifan nodded. "I carried you up. Luckily, you're not heavy."
I sat up from the sofa and put the blanket aside. "Thank you, I should go home now." After saying
that I took a step towards the door, but my outstretched leg had no strength. Before I could adjust myself, I
fell towards the coffee table.
But I didn't fall to the ground; Zhou Yifan's arm had already caught me firmly.
When he caught me, his arm pressed against my chest, a solid, weighty feeling.
I didn't stand up, nor did I intend to. For some reason, this feeling made me feel so at ease, and I wanted to
stay close to that arm, letting this feeling continue.
Zhou Yifan was perhaps surprised by my unusual behavior, and remained motionless for a while, until he realized I had no intention of
getting up. Then he lifted my upper body and hugged me from behind.
He was the man I had always rejected, and I had no reason to enjoy his embrace, but when Zhou Yifan began...
When he kissed my earlobe, I knew I was probably going to do something outrageous again today.
What followed was predictable; my shapewear wasn't as difficult to remove as I'd imagined. By the time Zhou Yifan
pulled down my panties, I was already wet.
I lay naked in Zhou Yifan's arms, watching him excitedly carry me into the bedroom. When he
placed the bed, his penis was erect and proud before me.
Penis entry was smooth; I quickly felt the fullness of his vagina. Zhou Yifan's strength
was noticeably different from his appearance; he pressed me tightly against the bed, rendering me immobile.
Waves of tingling pleasure washed over me, and I began to moan softly. Perhaps
stimulated , Zhou Yifan suddenly pulled his penis out of my vagina and forcefully flipped me over.
I lay face down on the bed, Zhou Yifan parted my legs and knelt on top of me, kissing my back. His glans
swept across my labia with each movement, the itchy sensation making me anticipate being penetrated again.
Of course, he didn't keep me waiting long. Just as I tried to lift my buttocks, Zhou Yifan's penis plunged
in. The pleasure of my vagina being filled overwhelmed my body. I turned my face to one side, panting heavily.
Then Zhou Yifan grabbed my arms, which were lying flat at my sides
, and placed them on my back. He held them down firmly with his left hand and slapped my buttocks hard with his right hand.
I cried out, "Ah!" It hurt, but I was clearly even more excited. The penis inside my vagina seemed to
have become even thicker than before. I struggled to lift my buttocks to meet Zhou Yifan's thrusts.
Zhou Yifan gripped my wrist, thrusting forcefully into my body repeatedly.
The feeling of being violently pressed against the bed made me feel, in a daze, as if I were being raped. Yet, the recurring pleasure in my lower body reminded me
how much my body craved the insertion of that unfamiliar penis.
For ten or fifteen minutes, Zhou Yifan continued his assault. Just as I felt a wave
of dizziness, his penis suddenly withdrew from my body, a stream of hot liquid splashing onto my bare back.
Zhou Yifan released me and sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding my eyes when I looked at him. I reached behind me with my numb hand
; semen had soaked my fingers.
As I got up and went to the living room to get dressed, Zhou Yifan followed behind me, saying, "Su Jin, I…
could you wait a little longer? I want to talk to you…"
I shook my head, finished dressing, said "Goodbye" to Zhou Yifan, and left his house.
What's there to talk about? I just happen to need a man, and Zhou Yifan
just happens to be that man. Such a simple relationship, what's there to talk about
? I didn't go out the next day. On the morning of the third day, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar
number. I answered, and a man's voice immediately came through: "Su Jin, this is Zhou Yifan.
" "Oh, what's up?" I didn't remember giving him my number.
Zhou Yifan continued, "I'm downstairs at your place, could you come down?" I was stunned,
inwardly cursing Xin'er. She must have told Zhou Yifan my exact address. But since he was already there, I
felt it was necessary to come down.
I got dressed and went downstairs, where I saw Zhou Yifan. He was dressed very formally today, carrying a large
bouquet of flowers. That was something I'd always hoped Wang Bin would do for me, but every time I asked him to send flowers, he would
frown and calculate the cost, then tell me that a bouquet of flowers was enough to buy two plates of ribs and turn me into a big, fat person.
I liked the look on Wang Bin's face when he called me "Big White Fatty." Looking at the bouquet in Zhou Yifan's hand, I
smiled .
Seeing that I didn't speak, Zhou Yifan handed the flowers to me.
I took a breath and shook my head: "I don't want them."
"You don't like them?" Zhou Yifan was slightly taken aback. "What do you like? I'll give you something."
I smiled again: "What do you want?"
Seeing that I had the same expression, Zhou Yifan looked a little nervous: "Su Jin... you know, it's like this,
actually, I liked you the first time I saw you, I wanted to..."
"Xin'er told me she wanted me to be your girlfriend." I looked at Zhou Yifan. "She probably
told you that I didn't agree, right?"
Hearing me say this, Zhou Yifan's face began to freeze: "Why? If there's anything about me
that you're not satisfied with, I can change it, as long as you like it..."
I shook my head again: "I don't like you, I've never liked you, and I won't like you in the future,
understand ?"
"Then why..." Zhou Yifan's face instantly turned red.
"Why did I sleep with you?" I chuckled softly, not knowing why I made that sound.
"So what if we slept together?"
"Su Jin... I didn't mean to..." Zhou Yifan stammered.
"I didn't expect you to be this kind of woman." I stared at Zhou Yifan's face. "Neither of us are children. What does
that kind of thing prove? Please don't come looking for me again, thank you!" After saying that, I turned
and went upstairs, ignoring Zhou Yifan. I imagine his expression must be terrible right now, but that has nothing to do with me.
Actually, I didn't have a bad impression of him, but I didn't like him either. If he hadn't come to
me so abruptly today, our friendship would have lasted for at least a while longer. Many things are like that; choosing the wrong time is far
more serious than doing the wrong thing, especially that damn bouquet of roses he was holding!
Back home, I leaned against the door for a long time—was someone in that rainy city also
holding flowers, waiting for another girl, or was reminiscing about a certain moment in the past like me? Who knows?
If anyone's smile is uglier than tears, it's me right now.

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