He and that girl

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His first formal meeting 　　with the girl was on the afternoon of a departmental assembly.
Out of respect for his friend, who was a departmental officer, he always attended the assemblies—but that
was all; aside from a few matters he was genuinely interested in, he was usually too lazy to even raise his hand to vote.
However, the recent departmental assemblies seemed to be a bit more lively, since it was the beginning of the new semester, and freshmen
were always more enthusiastic about everything.
At the beginning of the semester, there were so many things to organize, and the department assembly was particularly lively, mainly concerning
activities like the orientation camp, inter-departmental basketball, and cheerleading competitions. Although the actual dates were still far off—the cheerleading
competition even being next semester—the department officers had already begun their vigorous promotion and preparations, which was only
natural.
After leaving the assembly hall, he rubbed his eyes, wondering if these activities, primarily for freshmen, would require
them to ask the upperclassmen for support.
Last year, as a freshman, he participated in basketball games and cheerleading activities. He remembered a few
upperclassmen joining in, but he wasn't sure if they were officers or just
extra helpers recruited from the upperclassmen.
Anyway, he hoped they weren't. If they did ask for help, he figured it was best to refuse. He
'd experienced that last year; it was time for him to sit in the stands.
"Wait a minute, senior."
Just as he was thinking, a voice called out to him.
This was his first formal meeting with the girl.
It wasn't exactly love at first sight. In fact, he was followed by more than one group of five or six
female freshmen. The girl among them didn't immediately leave a particularly strong impression.
They were one of the first small groups of freshmen to form a close-knit group. Several of them were the more academically driven
type, and they were chatting with some department council members, hoping to gather information about several professors. Coincidentally,
one of them was a friend of his from the department council. Seeing him walk out, that friend immediately told the group of female students to
chase after him, claiming that all the important information was with him.
He was somewhat amused and exasperated. Young men of this age inevitably exhibit some rather affected traits, and his
own affectedness, to put it nicely, was composure and taciturnity; to put it bluntly, it was a bit of a cool-guy act. This indirectly resulted in
his social circle not being very active. Including his friend from the department council, all his friendships were based on
reasons like "we just happened to sit close together."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought.
A group of female freshmen were chattering around him. As a senior, a young man, this was
n't something to be ashamed of. None of the girls were particularly unattractive; in fact, they were all quite attractive
. His friend in the department association couldn't possibly be annoyed by it.
Therefore, the sudden request for the girls to shift their attention to him might be because his friend was
busy with other things, but he suspected a lot of them were up to a prank.
He smiled wryly to himself. Since his friend had put in such "good intentions," how could he not uphold his
dignity as a senior?
In fact, it was true that he was quite familiar with some professors, so recommending him wasn't wrong. Since the female students had come
, it wasn't a big deal for him to offer advice as a senior, and he even had a temporary illusion of being the center of attention, which
was enough to make him feel a little smug.
Until he finished speaking and the group of female students left, the girl was still just an ordinary
face in his mind; he didn't even remember what she had said during the conversation.
However, later, when he recalled their first meeting, the girl's image became clearer.
A simple, neat ponytail that reached her waist.
Her skin, while not quite a deep tan, still had a very healthy glow.
A clear, bell-like voice, and eyes that blinked and smiled.
In fact, his initial ideal partner was quite different from that girl.
Cute, petite, quiet, introverted and shy, gentle and considerate, like a little bird needing
protection, as lovable as a doll, preferably someone who loved reading, like a princess who lived forever in a library…
that was his ideal type.
Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to seriously use this dreamlike standard to find a partner; this image was mostly for his own amusement
. He remained a laissez-faire when it came to relationships.
However, the girl who actually entered his life was so different from his ideal type that it
slightly surprised him.
Regarding her physique, his ideal petite figure stemmed from his desire to enjoy the feeling of a woman clinging to him like a bird.
In his sexual fantasies during his virginity, positions like "train bento" (a euphemism for a small, delicate woman) often appeared, the smaller the woman, the better.
Even though he rarely had a specific, fixed sexual fantasy, holding a woman tightly, leaving her
completely unsupported except by his own body, and thrusting fiercely until she cried out for mercy, was often
the climax of his masturbation.
It wasn't that the girl was as tall as a model or even a Barbie doll; it's just that he was
about 176 cm tall, while the girl was close to 170 cm. When they stood together, they looked quite
well-matched, but not quite the type he dreamed of.
The difference in personality was obvious. The girl was cheerful and lively, as if she was born to be
surrounded by grass and sunshine. Although she wasn't a particularly outstanding athlete, she did have a well-proportioned figure that seemed perfect for track and
field. However, the girl had never deliberately developed in that direction, so whether she truly had that potential
remained a mystery.
In terms of appearance, since the ideal type is just an empty shell, there's no real comparison; it's mostly
based on the concept of "cute," or rather, the atmosphere created by both temperament and appearance.
In any case, if you were to pinpoint the key word for that girl's first impression, it wouldn't usually be "cute." A
more suitable adjective would probably be "spirited." Like...
She didn't possess the aura of an organizational leader. The girl had basically never held any leadership or administrative
positions; her spiritedness was more akin to an athlete's confidence, a vibrant and joyful energy.
Later, he secretly compared her to an athlete.
In the past, he dreamed of lifting a princess up in his arms.
In the end, however, he held the hand of a female motorcyclist tightly.
At that time, he was naturally completely unaware of the girl's various characteristics.
He began to truly remember her two weeks after their first meeting.
That evening, after class, he rode his motorcycle back to his rented apartment, passing through a food street—his
regular spot for a treat.
"Uh... Senior?"
Standing in front of the stall, waiting for his dinner, he turned around at the sound of her voice and met the girl's slightly uncertain
gaze. The girl's face was flushed, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead with sweat.
He quickly recalled a face he vaguely remembered from two weeks ago, then smiled and said, "Oh,
junior, you're here to buy dinner too?"
"Good thing I didn't mistake you for someone else." The girl's slightly shrugged shoulders relaxed a little, and she smiled, continuing
, "Yeah, it's on the way anyway, so I thought I might as well try everything on this street and see if I can
gain some culinary expertise by the end of the semester."
"Hmm, that's a huge undertaking. Actually, I thought about it before, but I only tried a few places halfway through, and I
still haven't completed this great undertaking." As he spoke, he pondered the girl's words, and suddenly a thought
occurred to him… A sense of doubt arose, so he asked curiously, "Wait, on the same way? You don't live on campus?"
After a few seconds of pause, the girl seemed to be thinking about something before replying, "Yes, I rent
a place outside."
"I see." He nodded, indicating his understanding. "It's a bit of a shame I've never lived in an on-campus dormitory. I lived there
for a year, and living with others was a bit restrictive, but it was also a fun experience, and convenient for attending classes.
It's a second year, but moving off-campus early isn't bad either. Anyway, it's hard for second-year students and above to get a room. Like me,
starting my third year this semester, I was poor thing to be kicked out. My luck was just too bad."
The girl lightly touched her chin with her index finger, tilted her head slightly, and smiled, saying, "That's not quite right, senior, your luck is already
very good."
"Oh?"
The girl pouted and continued, "I originally wanted to live on-campus, it's cheaper, but... I didn't get one
, so I had to live off-campus."
He was also surprised: "Didn't get one? That's really unlucky."
Generally speaking, first-year students usually have a guaranteed spot when drawing lots for on-campus dormitory beds, but
there are A small number of people still didn't get a ticket.
"So be it," the girl shrugged helplessly.
The shopkeeper quickly finished preparing his dinner. He took out his wallet and, seeing that the girl didn't seem to have a bike,
he said while taking out the money, "Do you have a bike? Do you need me to give you a ride? If you're on this street, and you don't have to ride
onto the main road, you won't get caught without a helmet."
After this question, the girl was silent for a few seconds. After he paid and received his dinner, the girl slowly nodded
and said, "Then... I'll trouble you, senior."
After the girl also bought her dinner and climbed onto the back of the motorcycle that was already running,
he, sitting in front, was surprised when the girl gave him the approximate location: "Where do you live? It takes half an hour to walk to school... no, it might take
longer." "Right? I also live around there, but I have a motorcycle, while you..."
The girl on the back seat smiled wryly, "I don't like living in places that are too noisy. This area is full of shops, right?
I quickly skipped over this area at first, and accidentally ended up going further and further back. Just when I was thinking it was getting too far, I
found a place that I liked in terms of price and facilities. After hesitating for a while, I decided to stay. Although
it's a bit far, it's okay. Leaving an hour earlier is fine." "
I see..."
After riding off, he wondered if he should offer to give her a ride to and from school in the future?
However, he quickly dismissed the idea. First, it was too abrupt; second, he wasn't particularly interested in
pursuing this girl at the time, and offering her a ride was just a casual question; third, their classes might not align, and just because
they finished at the same time today didn't mean they would have the same schedule from Monday to Friday.
Halfway through the ride, he checked the rearview mirror several times, looking at the girl behind him.
Not intentionally to admire her appearance, but rather… to make sure she hadn't fallen off the bike.
Because he felt almost no contact with anyone behind him, and the girl's hands weren't on his waist or shoulders, meaning
she was holding onto the rear handlebars for balance, which was normal, but otherwise, he felt absolutely nothing in his back
. Fortunately, the bike still felt its weight, preventing him from thinking he was carrying a ghostly female student.
Much later, while chatting with the girl, he learned that she had leaned back so much that her buttocks
were almost pressed against her hand holding the handle, because she didn't want too much close contact with him.
This awkward and uncomfortable way of riding the railing
wasn't because she had a bad impression of him. Since he had initially presented himself as a reliable senior, among the people she had met in her short time at university, she already had a pretty good impression of him; otherwise, 　　 she wouldn't have approached him to chat
when they saw each other on the street . 　　 Although she seemed outgoing and carefree, the girl, living alone for the first time, was actually quite 　　 wary. Even though she was the one who greeted him first, 　　 her defensive instincts kicked in when he asked for her address and offered to take her home. 　　 If it weren't for the fact that she had a physical education class that day and was quite tired, making the motorcycle a strong temptation, she 　　 would have seriously considered refusing. 　　 After all, the common perception was that a "new junior" was "prey for the upperclassmen." 　　 After dropping her off, they didn't talk much; she waved goodbye and walked into the alley. 　　 He didn't see her again in the following days and quickly forgot about the encounter.

However, since they were students in the same department, even if they didn't bump into each other off-campus, they were still very
likely to meet on campus.
One evening, after finishing his classes for the day, he sensed something amiss in the course progress and estimated that he would soon
need some reference books.
Based on experience, waiting until the professor announced them before rushing to the library would be too late; they would likely already be checked out.
In that case, he would either have to scramble to borrow copies, spend money to buy the books, or haphazardly grab some readily
available information from the internet to get by, only to receive a low grade from this fairly strict professor…
Rather than falling into these predicaments, it was better to act first.
So he went to the library, and that's how he saw the figure sitting at the corner table.
Judging from her back alone wasn't enough to be 100% certain of her identity. He walked to her diagonally in front of her and finally
saw her face clearly. At the same time, she looked up from the book on the table.
"Ah, senior." The girl was taken aback.
Unlike their last meeting, this time she was wearing black-rimmed glasses.
"Hi, are you looking for a book?"
"Yes." The girl smiled broadly, her hands rubbing against the pages of the book on the table, seemingly trying to
hide it, but forcing herself to appear nonchalant.
When he came from behind her, he could roughly tell that she was reading a romance novel or something similar, and
those books were also placed on this floor.
The girl was slightly embarrassed about the books she was reading, yet at the same time felt she should be open and honest;
reading these books wasn't anything shameful. These two conflicting thoughts created a moment of
awkwardness.
Seeing her subtle reaction, he couldn't help but smile. She wasn't some naive middle school student anymore; even
boys reading romance novels wouldn't be judged, let alone a girl who fit that demographic.
He wasn't so oblivious as to insist on discussing the novels on her desk. Instead, he slightly turned his head to look
at the stack of books beside her. These books were different from the novel she was reading; they were clearly
related to her studies.
Apparently, she had originally come to find these books, and only picked up the other novels that interested her after gathering them.
"You're going to need these books so soon this year?"
He frowned slightly. Many of these books were ones he had used last year, and some had even
been borrowed when he tried to find them. The girl had found a complete set, but in his memory, it had only been a few weeks since the start of the semester,
so it shouldn't be time to use them yet.
"The teacher mentioned a list of books we might need in the previous classes. Didn't you suggest that we grab the books early
so we could photocopy the key information and share it with our friends? I brought a bag with me today because
I wanted to borrow them and read them slowly."
The girl flicked the large canvas bag hanging next to the chair with her finger, a smile spreading across her face.
"Hmm..."
He was somewhat surprised. Although his suggestions had been given earnestly, from his perspective as someone who had been through it all, they
were essentially the same old advice. He vaguely remembered hearing similar things from upperclassmen when he first entered the university, but he hadn't really
taken them to heart until he gradually grasped the pace of the courses.
This girl in front of him didn't seem to be the most enthusiastic or talkative among the group of junior girls who came to ask questions back then .
If he hadn't given her a ride earlier, he probably wouldn't have recognized her when he entered the library today. He hadn't expected that this
girl had actually taken his words to heart completely.
"Actually, you don't need to read so many books so early..." He pursed his lips, paused, and then said,
"Well, if you're really interested, it's good to start early. If you become familiar with them,
you can even do some reports without looking at the books, and it'll be much easier when you need to look up information in the books."
"Yeah, yeah," the girl nodded vigorously, while using what she thought would be an unnoticed method to
place the reference books on top of the romance novels.
He watched, merely smiling to himself, then asked, "But, are you really going to
take all these books back today? Isn't your home quite far?"
The girl shook her head slightly, saying, "These aren't all of them. I know it's a long way, so I've already chosen
them in batches. I'll come back to borrow more tomorrow. The university library is so nice; one card lets you borrow so many books.
It's so much better than the village library near my home."
"Won't it be too heavy?"
"Well, I just estimated the weight, and it should be manageable… I just think
borrowing too many times would be too much trouble."
He remained noncommittal at the girl's words. Judging from the thickness of the stack of books, it wasn't so heavy that it couldn't be carried back
, but carrying it for half an hour to an hour would certainly be a considerable burden.
Checking the time on her phone, the girl took off her glasses and said, "I'm almost hungry,
senior, I'll head back now."
She put the books on the table into her canvas bag, intending to borrow them from the counter. As for the
novel she was reading halfway through, she hesitated for a moment after picking it up, but ultimately put it in the bag, planning to borrow it and finish reading it.
After saying goodbye to the girl, he also went among the bookshelves, searching for the book he was looking for.
There weren't many books he was looking for, but a few were quite difficult to find, taking him quite a while. However, when he had found about half
of them, he suddenly stopped and let out a soft "Oops."
Such a simple thing, and he had only thought of it now.
Should he have offered to give her a ride home?
Would it be strange to chase after her and ask now? He hesitated for a moment, but the image of the girl carrying the large bag
of books walking back step by step flashed through his mind, so he put down his books and quickly chased after her.
Unsurprisingly, the girl was already gone.
Since he knew the general direction of her house, there was still a chance of running into her on the way. If he chased her out of the library immediately
, he might even find her before she left the school gate.
But was it necessary?
After thinking it over, he decided against it. He hadn't yet developed strong feelings for her. Having the chance to get
closer to the junior was good, but since the opportunity had passed, he was too lazy to chase after her again.
Had the junior expected him to offer her a ride? Or perhaps the opposite—did she
leave quickly to avoid such an offer?
Now it was impossible to know. Maybe he had just missed an important turning point in his university life
? He thought jokingly to himself, not really bothered, and went back upstairs to find
the books he was looking for.
As everyone knows, fate is the most unpredictable thing.
After the girl left, instead of immediately chasing after her as soon as he found the book, he leisurely
strolled among the bookshelves, even flipping through a novel.
He felt a little embarrassed for not offering her a ride earlier, and now, after catching up with her on his bike and letting her go quite a distance
, he felt a bit guilty. Although pretending not to see her and riding past was an option
, he decided to stay longer, figuring he wouldn't bump into her halfway before heading home.
Plans never keep up with changes.
After leaving the school, he still encountered the girl.
And it was at the intersection of the food street, quite close to the school.
The girl wasn't alone; she was standing with a group of about six or seven men and women,
chatting in front of a tofu pudding shop.
Should he go say hello, or just leave? He was initially considering the latter, but just as he was thinking about it, the girl
's gaze happened to turn in his direction.
Actually, he wasn't sure if the girl had even noticed him; it was probably just a passing glance
. But he still abandoned his plan to ignore her and pulled the car over to the group.
"Ah, senior."
The first to call out wasn't the girl; among the group were some of the other female students who had come to ask him questions that day.
He also recognized from afar that several of the boys were his second-year classmates. They
weren't particularly close to begin with, and with the increase in elective courses and less interaction among classmates,
he wasn't really familiar with these boys. But since they were classmates and he had no grudges against them, he figured they could
talk, so he chatted with them for a bit.
Based on the conversation and his existing knowledge of these classmates, he roughly understood that
a few second-year students were taking first-year female students out for dinner.
There were student restaurants on campus, the food was inconsistent, but the prices were definitely cheaper than outside. Many freshmen
had previously eaten at the student restaurants and weren't familiar with the food street, so the second-year students
had invited the female students they knew to come out and introduce them to the specialties of the various nearby restaurants.
Of course, the more important reason was to take this opportunity to get closer to the female students. He knew this, and the
female students probably knew it too. But this was, after all, a normal social activity. A senior taking female students to
dinner in a crowded street was safe and wouldn't make them feel uneasy. He also knew these students had
legitimate motives, such as recruiting them into clubs.
More strictly speaking, this was just a prelude to everyone testing each other; whether there was a future opportunity would
be explored from this point on.
But the girl wasn't with this group.
Firstly, they had talked in the library earlier, and the girl was carrying a heavy bag of books; secondly
, the girl seemed somewhat embarrassed.
He had never considered himself very good at reading people.
But today, at this moment, for some reason, he quickly discerned something amiss from the situation.
It wasn't a sinister atmosphere; the group was chatting happily, discussing what to eat later,
their plans afterward, and so on. The girl was also smiling and talking to another junior. Yet,
in his eyes, he vaguely sensed a hint of unease in the girl's smile.
The other junior talking to the girl was one of those who had come to ask questions earlier, and, in his memory, seemed to have
been the most talkative. They were probably friends, and were currently trying to invite the girl to join their evening activities,
probably something like karaoke.
The girl had already declined, but unlike her seemingly straightforward nature, it was a gentle,
tactful, even somewhat ambiguous, refusal.
The other female student didn't notice the difficulty in the girl's eyes, seemingly believing that persuading her was only a matter of time.
Just as the other female student was about to speak again—
"Ah, right!"
Without thinking, he spoke to the girl first.
"Junior, do you want a ride home today? Those books are quite heavy, and it's on my way anyway." As
soon as the words left his mouth, he realized there was a problem.
Unlike last time, this time he offered to give her a ride home in front of a group of people.
A senior giving a junior a ride home is a very normal thing, and it wouldn't necessarily lead to rumors that the two had
slept together, but it still has the potential to become gossip.
The girl looked over, her gaze unreadable—whether it held doubt, surprise, hesitation, or some other emotion
. She'd probably been thinking a lot in that short time.
A moment later, before the other junior could ask any questions, the girl nodded.
"Well then, thank you for your help today, senior."
This time, the girl still gripped the back handlebars, but she wasn't as deliberately distant.
Perhaps her wariness had lessened, mainly because her expression was somber; she was thinking about other things.
"Is this the place?" He remembered the spot where he'd dropped her off last time.
The girl on the back seat didn't get off the bike, but instead asked, "Senior, aren't you going to buy dinner today?"
"Ah." He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I forgot to buy it. It's okay, I'll ride back
and buy it then."
"Senior, do you like tofu pudding?" Another unexpected question.
"Huh? Uh, it's okay, I don't eat it very often, but I buy it occasionally."
"Um... I bought two servings of tofu pudding. I think it'll be too much for me to eat two by myself, senior... although
this probably can't be a proper meal... senior, would you like to eat one for me?" "
Hmm?"
Besides the large canvas bag she was already carrying, the girl had also been carrying a small plastic bag, which she
placed on the footrest after getting on the bus. Only then did he notice that the plastic bag contained two bowls of tofu pudding.
Could it be... that the girl bought two cups specifically hoping to eat with him?
Of course not.
Under the streetlights, the two didn't go home separately, but sat in the pavilion in the park.
For a while, the only sounds in the pavilion were the clinking of plastic spoons against paper bowls and the slurping of tofu pudding.
He knew the girl wasn't in a good mood. He wanted to start a conversation but didn't know where to begin. Finally, he reluctantly
started talking about the pile of books she'd borrowed, rambling on about academic advice.
Given the atmosphere, this was clearly a terrible topic, unlikely to liven up the conversation.
However, just as he was feeling discouraged by the dullness, he heard the girl let out a soft, inexplicable laugh.
He didn't know what the laugh meant, but after that, without him asking, the girl started talking about herself
.
From childhood, her school life had always been filled with various cliques, with the girls' situation being even worse than the boys'. This girl had always disliked this situation, 　　 finding the backstabbing and sarcastic remarks
between the two or even several groups extremely frustrating. 　　 After entering university, the vast world she encountered was a revelation, far surpassing that of elementary and high school. Making 　　 friends with a group of girls wasn't difficult for someone with her qualifications. 　　 However, the very thing she feared was about to happen. 　　 While no exclusion or conflict had yet arisen, she keenly noticed various cliques 　　 gradually forming. 　　 This wasn't the worst of it; she wasn't naive enough to think university wouldn't have this problem. However, seeing 　　 the new friends she'd often spent time with at the beginning of the semester now showing clear signs of distance, she foresaw 　　 the friction to come and felt deeply disheartened. 　　 The other younger student who had been trying to invite her out today was 　　 one of the new friends she liked and got along with the best. However, the girl wasn't used to going out all night with a group of friends, while the younger girl had already 　　 fallen in love with the feeling. 　　 Hearing the girl's explanation, he roughly understood her feelings. 　　 From what he knew, those male classmates, who were also second-year students, didn't have any bad backgrounds and were actually 　　 quite nice people; they were just a bit party animals. Going to karaoke and partying all night with them wouldn't necessarily turn him into a delinquent 　　 or get him drunk and forced into bed… at least not for now. 　　 For university students, this was a common activity; he himself had been a few times, but wasn't very interested and 　　 hadn't gone out with that group since. The girl understood he wasn't one of them, so she hadn't been so tactless as 　　 to invite him to join them. 　　 Today's events were all peaceful and shouldn't have escalated into a conflict, but the girl has begun to 　　 realize that their circles are different, and she and the other junior might not be able to become truly 　　 close friends. 　　 The extra bowl of tofu pudding was originally bought for the other junior. 　　 Initially, the other junior wasn't with the group; she met the girl alone on the street. 　　 There happened to be a tofu pudding shop nearby that the girl had tried recently and loved, and the girl wanted to recommend it to the 　　 other junior, deciding to treat her. She bought two bowls, but before she could mention it, 　　 the group arrived. The girl then learned that the other junior had arranged to meet someone on the street and didn't have a chance 　　 to give her the tofu pudding. 　　 This led to their conversation in the pavilion. 　　 "Ah, sorry, I've been rambling on." 　　 The girl stuck out her tongue and smiled apologetically. 　　 "I guess I'm just making trouble for myself. It's nothing serious or strange, and we didn't even argue or anything, 　　 yet I'm getting upset over it. It's so strange, haha." 　　 "It's not strange at all. I sometimes think about similar things too. Come to think of it, we're at 　　 an age where we tend to think a lot, right? It's a problem if we take everything for granted and don't investigate. 　　 Thinking more and reflecting more shouldn't be a bad thing." 　　 He picked up a spoonful of tofu pudding, not in a hurry to eat it, but looking at the girl. 　　 "University is a preparatory stage for entering society. Like you said, university is much broader than elementary to high school 　　 , and the variables in interpersonal relationships are greater. If you can observe the interactions between people and gain insights, then you 　　 've learned something, which is a gain. Carrying these insights with you when you look at people might help you find more compatible 　　 friends." 　　 The girl stared at him and slowly said, "It sounds like... I overheard a counselor or something saying that." 　　 "Uh, really?" He quickly swallowed a mouthful of tofu pudding. "Excuse me, um, you know, the so-called ' 　　 senior' air of maturity,' I've unknowingly started acting all mature, and the more I talk, the more pedantic it becomes." 　　 The girl shook her head and said, "The principles are all the same, but whether they're pedantic or not depends on 　　 the person saying them. I think... you spoke very well." 　　 "Oh, I see, um, that's good." 　　 While the girl was tactful when refusing others, she was very direct when praising someone. Now it was his turn to not know 　　 what to say, and he could only continue eating in silence. 　　 "Found... someone more compatible... right?" 　　 the girl murmured softly, no one but herself could hear her clearly. The streetlight shone from the side and behind, making it 　　 difficult to see her face, but one could seem to see the crystal clearness in her eyes. 　　 After that, the girl was quite busy. 　　 There was orientation camp, the freshman basketball game, and cheerleading practice, which wouldn't start until the next semester but required preparation for in the current semester.

Given her image as a girl, she naturally received priority invitations to the competitions, and she readily participated in all the activities
.
Just as he had predicted, due to the slightly lower proportion of male students in the department, the basketball game and cheerleading squad
did indeed recruit members from upperclassmen, primarily second-year students. However, the demand was small, and a few
male students with good relationships with the department's student council volunteered, which was enough. Therefore, he wasn't dragged into the excitement, and he was happy
to have some peace and quiet.
As for the non-competitive orientation camp, he had considered whether to participate out of respect for the girl
, but thinking that as an upperclassman, he would definitely help with a lot of behind-the-scenes work and preparation, he
decided against it.
All he did was cheer for his department at the girls' basketball games.
Or, more precisely, cheer for that girl.
On the basketball court, the girl's performance wasn't particularly amazing, but at least she delivered a decent, not
disappointing result. In the end, the girls' basketball team finished fourth overall, failing to make it into the top three, which left the girl
somewhat disappointed. 　　 She shared everything with him
—her basketball game experiences, the orientation camp process, and the preparations for the cheerleading competition next semester . 　　 This was because, although they didn't have a fixed time to meet, whenever they bumped into each other on campus or on the street, they 　　 would often have a meal together, and he would give her a ride home. 　　 Interestingly, he only recently learned that the place where he initially dropped the girl off 　　 was actually three alleyways away from their rented apartment. This was a little trick she had used when she was still wary. 　　 Occasionally, they would bring snacks and chat in the park's pavilion. It was 　　 quite far from the school, and most of the people who frequented the park were locals. It was less crowded at night, and because it was located 　　 in a residential area, although the park itself was deserted, there were many residents coming and going nearby, making it relatively safe. 　　 It wasn't secluded enough for a couple deeply in love to be too forward, but for him and the girl at this stage 　　 , it was an excellent date spot. 　　 It was called a date, but initially, he didn't really consider it one. 　　 He wasn't unaware that his relationship with the girl was growing closer; he just felt that since they were getting along 　　 quite well, it wouldn't hurt to let things develop naturally. 　　 As for whether there was a chance to take things further, he had some expectations, but he hadn't thought that far ahead, nor was he 　　 seriously aiming to pursue her. 　　 He believed that the two of them were still quite far from that point, and they might even end up as just friends 　　 . 　　 What changed his mindset was another ordinary encounter, an extremely common scene. 　　 That day, he visited the library again, and as he went upstairs, he wondered if he would run into that girl again. 　　 Coming down the stairs, he indeed saw her sitting at a table. 　　 This time, the girl didn't bring a large canvas bag, nor were there piles of school books on the table. Instead, there was 　　 a stack of novels, clearly indicating she had come specifically to read. 　　 Seemingly having seen something amusing, the girl chuckled softly, her shoulders shaking slightly. 　　 Her long hair, no longer tied in a ponytail, was left down, gathering from her right shoulder towards her front 　　 , revealing her remarkably fair nape. 　　 He couldn't see it from behind, but he knew the girl was probably wearing glasses; she was nearsighted, and although 　　 she usually tried not to wear them, she had to take them out and put them on when concentrating on reading. 　　 Watching the girl's retreating figure, he began to walk forward, not directly towards her, but rather circling to the side, 　　 observing her from a distance. 　　 He suddenly remembered his standards for his dream girl. 　　 During the time he'd spent with the girl, he had secretly compared her to his ideal standards. 　　 Although there were considerable differences, he hadn't paid much attention, simply finding the contrast amusing, without developing 　　 any other thoughts, good or bad. 　　 figo12323 uid 1194581 　　 Level 020 Fourth-class Resident 　　 Occupation 　　 Total Score 3 　　 Points 1 　　 Gold Coin 464 　　 Posts 149 　　 Support 25 　　 Status Offline 　　 Reading Permission 20 　　 Registration Date 2011-03-15 　　 Last Visit 2011-04-19 　　 Last Post 2011-04-16 　　 no:2 2011-04-06 21:46 [Enlarge Font] 　　 Today, he realized that there was still a matching characteristic. 　　 She was a girl who loved books. 　　 He had never seriously explored 　　 where the "love of reading" criterion for his dream girl came from; occasionally, when he thought about it, he only considered it to be some kind of unnecessary prejudice on his part. 　　 Only now did he vaguely understand the reason. 　　 The girl was quite pretty, something he hadn't only noticed today, but among a group of girls her 　　 age, she wasn't particularly outstanding. To give an example, if that girl's appearance was an 80 out of 100, she could be called a pretty girl 　　 , while the junior who missed out on a bowl of tofu pudding last time was probably an 85 to 90. 　　 But that wasn't the key point. 　　 At this moment, the girl was engrossed in her book, turning pages with one hand and unconsciously fiddling with the hair gathered in front of her with the other 　　 , sometimes frowning, sometimes chuckling softly. 　　 Watching her quietly from a distance, he didn't know how long he had been watching, only vaguely feeling a kind 　　 of dizziness, as if being sucked into a vortex. 　　 The girl was absorbed in her book, and he was absorbed in watching the girl. 　　 It turns out that women who are engrossed in reading are very beautiful in his eyes.

At that moment, he finally understood that through their time together, the girl had accumulated a considerable
amount of affection in his heart. He was simply missing an inexplicable, purely emotional trigger. Unexpectedly,
this scene of the girl quietly reading, devoid of any sexual provocation, inexplicably and powerfully pressed the trigger.
It wasn't love at first sight, but rather an explosion of affection that had built up to a subtle point.
A surge of heat rose in his chest, and he noticed a strong urge to hug her from behind
—a sudden and irresistible urge.
Of course, he hadn't lost his mind; he still managed to suppress the impulse. He was still wondering why he had suddenly developed
such feelings, but the surge of emotion was so clear that he no longer needed to ask himself pointless
questions like "Do I like her?"
Noticing the change in his feelings, and recalling his recent interactions with the girl, an indescribable sense of anticipation
and joy arose within him.
The girl who had stirred such feelings in him wasn't far away; she was someone he had been spending considerable time with
. At this point, his circumstances were far more advantageous than in cases of "love at first sight." If he put in a little more effort,
the day he turned that impulse into action might not be far off.
Yes, a little more effort, he absolutely had to.
But what should he do?
Reflecting on his interactions with the girl so far, he didn't know whether to feel frustrated or happy. They often ate together
and chatted. From a pursuer's perspective, it seemed he had already done everything he could initially, and
with remarkable success.
He stood there silently pondering for a long time, still unsure of his next step. He was even
a little annoyed by his own change in attitude today. He had previously approached her with the confidence and skill of a senior, demonstrating both
ambition and flexibility. But from today onward, he knew he couldn't truly remain calm.
Finally, he could only temporarily suppress his chaotic thoughts.
If he only focused on his own anxieties and then looked up to find the girl gone, that would be
putting the cart before the horse, especially now that he had just confirmed his own feelings.
Anyway, maintaining his image as a calm, reliable, and gentle senior, and continuing to interact with her,
was always the right direction. He casually approached and greeted the girl.
"Ah, senior!" The girl looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw him, unable to hide her surprise:
"Great, I just happened to run into you. I was just thinking about whether I should try my luck on the street later."
Seeing the girl so happy to see him, he was overjoyed inside, but his face remained calm: "Oh?
Is there something you need?"
"I was just saying, um..."
The girl touched her fingers together, her gaze wandering around for a while, then she adjusted her glasses before finally meeting
his gaze.
"Although I could easily get this from someone else, like the department or student association, I think
it's better to ask you directly."
As the girl continued, he inwardly cursed himself for being such an idiot.
This was one of the standard procedures for getting to know a girl, and he hadn't even done it yet,
not even after racking his brains for so long.
"Um, senior... could I have your phone number and MSN?"
A date requires an appointment. Although they still ate and chatted together, exchanging MSN and
phone numbers marked the beginning of a real date. Before that, they only decided to meet when they met.
With less randomness, the number of times they met increased significantly.
He had originally planned to drive the girl to and from school every day. After sending the suggestion via MSN, she remained silent for a
long time, making him realize he might have been a bit abrupt. Just as he was about to call her, she sent a thank-
you but declining message.
However, he wasn't too disappointed, because the girl had only declined the morning rides to school; after class, she
had already let him drive her several times, so a few more times wouldn't make a difference. After confirming that their class schedules were roughly
compatible, they started arranging a fixed time for him to drive her back to her apartment every day.
This also meant they ate together more frequently, almost every day for dinner.
What else could they do next? Probably go out to see movies or go shopping.
He had suggested it, and the girl was very interested. Unfortunately, after researching the movies currently showing, they discovered
that neither of them was interested in any of them.
Although they could still go out together, the girl seemed to want to wait for the next movie season
, as there were films she really wanted to see. Since she said so, he had to postpone the plans.
As their interactions became more regular and frequent, he felt happy, but he couldn't help feeling a little worried.
They were undoubtedly friends now, the kind with a very good relationship, but
what if the ridiculous "we're just friends" scenario happened to him?
Did the girl like him?
Even if he was confident, the pain and embarrassment of being rejected after confessing was unimaginable.
He tried to analyze the situation objectively, concluding that the other person likely liked him too. Their interactions had
been so frequent and intimate during this period; it wasn't just that he was pursuing her, it was practically like they were already dating. If, at this
point, she suddenly blurted out, "We're just friends..."
then, aside from the emotional hurt, he would first question whether his own comprehension was
fundamentally flawed.
Then, he suddenly realized something.
There was no need to force a "confession" to rush to the next stage. He could simply continue with the current momentum, trying to
hold her hand, hug her, or even kiss her when the atmosphere was right... If things could naturally develop to that point, the confession
would no longer be a confession, but flirting.
He gave himself a mental pep talk.
By the time the girl truly noticed, the two were already in a de facto romantic relationship, completely under her
senior's control from beginning to end.
He couldn't help but feel excited. This was perfect, the ideal scenario.
Of course, there were still risks. Besides ending up as just friends, another possibility was that, because
he was too slow, even if they were genuinely attracted to each other, the girl might slowly fall for someone else and leave him
. That would be equally unacceptable to him.
Although they spent a lot of time together, most of the day was spent in school.
It wasn't impossible that the girl might gradually become attracted to someone else during this time.
He splashed water on his face at the sink, trying to bolster his confidence.
Undoubtedly, this was a golden opportunity for him. Opportunities were rare; what
else could he gain in four years of university besides books, pens, and ink? This might be the key.
However, he had to say it again.
Plans never keep up with changes.
Fortunately, change isn't always bad.
The next evening, in the park pavilion, the girl was excitedly talking about the cheerleading competition preparations.
This year's cheerleading leader was very ambitious; even before the previous semester ended,
the fitting and ordering of the cheerleading competition costumes for the next semester had already begun and would be completed before winter break. In addition, the team members
had already started their initial practice.
When she got excited, the girl even stood up and demonstrated the moves she had been practicing. Because she
hadn't practiced much, the moves were naturally very stiff, making everyone laugh.
However, his laughter stopped abruptly when the girl mentioned that other people watched them practice
.
"What do you mean? Someone's peeping?" he frowned.
Knowing he'd misunderstood, the girl quickly shook her head to clarify, "No, it's not like we're changing clothes, there's nothing
to peep at. I didn't explain clearly earlier, those people are other classmates, probably there specifically to watch us
dance."
"I see." He nodded.
When it comes to cheerleading, for boys, the main attraction is naturally the girls in their cheerleading uniforms
—a rare opportunity. He himself was a member last year, so there was no need for him to specifically watch.
However, when the boys from the girl's class ran over at this time, not only were the cheerleading uniforms not even finished,
but they probably couldn't even see the dance. The first few practice sessions were basically just stretching exercises.
The girl who stood up when demonstrating the practice moves hadn't sat down yet. She was pacing around in the pavilion and
said, "Besides, not all those people are just here to watch the cheerleading practice."
He raised an eyebrow, suspiciously asking, "Not all of them? Is there some kind of conspiracy?"
"No conspiracy... um... to say they're not here to watch the practice isn't quite right, actually they are still
here to watch the practice..."
What was that all about?
He realized that he rarely saw the girl speak in such a hesitant and roundabout way.
"A few of the boys came specifically to watch their girlfriends practice."
The semester is already halfway over, and several couples, both within and outside the class, have already formed. He himself
knows that several classmates have successfully dated girls from the previous year.
But he feels this topic came up very suddenly; he's never felt this
awkwardness in their interactions before, as if… the girl deliberately steered the conversation in this direction.
"By the way, senior."
Just as he was beginning to speculate, the girl stopped pacing, turned to look at the streetlights outside the pavilion, and
glanced at him cautiously.
Generally, the phrase "by the way" indicates that the speaker suddenly remembered something, but he strongly felt
that the girl's "by the way" wasn't spontaneous, but rather something she had thought about for a long time before saying it.
"Did you... come to watch our practice?"
"No." Sensing the unusual atmosphere, he answered cautiously.
"Hmm, that's true, I didn't see you either." His tone was unreadable—whether he was satisfied, dissatisfied, or something else. The girl swallowed
hard and continued, "No, nothing, just a little curious, senior, would you
like to watch the practice, or, um... well... the practice... well, it's not really..."
The girl ran out of words.
It was quite obvious that the girl wanted to say something, but she had no idea how to develop the conversation.
From the very beginning, watching the cheerleaders practice wasn't the main point. The girl was simply expressing her feelings and naturally wanted to
discuss another topic she'd long wanted to clarify, but she didn't know how to express the most important point.
"Haha."
"Huh?"
Hearing him suddenly laugh a few times, the girl quickly turned around, her eyes wide, her face full of bewilderment.
"W-what's wrong? Did I say something weird? I..."
"No, nothing, really." He waved his hand, but his smile still couldn't be contained.
Hearing this, he was quite certain that all his wild thoughts lately had been a waste of brainpower.
It turned out they were both secretly brooding people.
"Although I haven't been, I really want to go."
"Oh? Hmm." The girl didn't react immediately when the conversation suddenly returned.
"Because I want to see you."
The girl remained silent, seemingly holding her breath, staring intently at him, afraid of misunderstanding
the meaning behind his words.
He smiled bitterly to himself, amused by his own repressed shyness. Why was he still beating around the bush?
Since the girl had already expressed her feelings in this somewhat clumsy but sincere way, drawing him out, he
should naturally go all in and not respond with the same clumsy roundabout methods.
Taking a deep breath, he needed to prepare himself mentally.
"I want to see the girl I like, you."
That night, he went home without receiving any direct answer.
He had hoped that the girl would throw herself into his arms with tears in her eyes and respond with a deep kiss, but the girl
was not so bold after all; in fact, she was probably even more timid than he had expected.
The girl had no idea how to respond, uttering only incoherent, nonsensical ramblings.
She finally said goodbye in a flustered manner and hurriedly fled home, her shyness far exceeding his expectations.
Sure enough, the girl had asked the question on a whim that night, completely unprepared.
Seemingly worried that he would interpret her actions as a rejection, the girl ran a short distance, then
ran back as he left the park, stammering that he should wait for her on MSN that night, before quickly
leaving again.
At this point, it seemed he had a 90% chance of success, but the final outcome depended on a
definite answer from the girl. Therefore, upon returning home, he immediately turned on his computer and MSN, staring anxiously at the screen.
He had been fooled.
The girl didn't go on MSN all night.
She called directly.
"Because I thought about it later and realized that these things... even if we didn't say it face-to-face, we should at least
say it on the phone."
"Mm." "
Tonight... I feel like I've been doing some stupid things, I'm sorry. " "
No, not at all. 　　 " "Now
that I think about it, I don't even know what I was saying." " ..." 　　 "Now I'm mentally prepared, and I know what to say." 　　 "Mm." 　　 "Please consider this my excuse, my explanation for why I suddenly...lost control tonight." 　　 "...Mm." 　　 "I really didn't intend to say those things, but... lately, 　　 when I see some classmates in couples, my first feeling isn't envy, but confusion." " 　　 Confused...?" 　　 "Yeah, it's not something that happened recently. Actually, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but lately it's become increasingly difficult to let go." 　　 "..." " 　　 When I see those couples, I suddenly feel confused. As a single person, I should feel envious 　　 and jealous... yeah, that's true, but at the same time, I feel like I don't 　　 really need to envy them." 　　 "..." 　　 "I feel like I already have a boyfriend." " 　　 Hmm..." 　　 "But actually, I don't, right?" 　　 "..." 　　 "What I have is a senior who takes good care of me and is very kind to me." 　　 "..." " 　　 And senior... you... are a friend who's so good to me that I almost feel like he's my boyfriend." " 　　 ..." 　　 "But how should I view our relationship?" 　　 "..." " 　　 Many classmates have asked if we're already together? Aside from Xiaoxiao, I really 　　 don't know what to do. Admitting it is wrong, denying it... I feel... I don't know how to 　　 conduct myself." 　　 "..." 　　 "I feel so panicked, so uneasy. Without realizing it, our way of interacting seems... at least in my 　　 heart, in my view... like a boyfriend and girlfriend." 　　 "..." 　　 "However, actually, isn't it?" 　　 "..." " 　　 I'm so afraid... Could it be that I've underestimated the world of college relationships? Could it be that I'm being too one- 　　 sided? Could it be that my views on relationships are still at a childish level?" "Could it be that I 　　 was just playing house all along?" 　　 "..." 　　 "Could it be... that I even thought, senior, that you... you just... just..." " 　　 ..." 　　 "Treat me as..." 　　 "..." " 　　 ..." 　　 "..." 　　 For a while, the voice on the other end of the phone stopped, the one that had initially sounded relaxed but later became slightly tearful 　　 . 　　 His earlier triumphant joy had vanished without a trace. 　　 Only an indescribable guilt remained. 　　 He remained silent for a long time. 　　 "..." " 　　 ..." 　　 "...Senior?" 　　 "Hmm? Ah! Yes!" 　　 "...Pfft." " 　　 What's wrong?" 　　 "Hehe, I'm sorry, senior, did what I just said... scare you again?" " 　　 Uh?" " 　　 Including the time I suddenly blurted out something in the park, I've already accidentally startled you twice today." 　　 "Scare me? What you just said..." " 　　 Oh, that's not what I meant... I was really serious about what I said." 　　 "..." 　　 "I'm still blowing my nose." " 　　 I'm sorry." 　　 "Ah, senior, why are you apologizing now?" 　　 "Because of me, I've made you..." 　　 "Stop! Stop, stop~" 　　 "Huh?" " 　　 It wasn't your fault, I just... Oh well, never mind that, senior, you have to be serious too, really, 　　 really serious when you tell me." 　　 "..." " 　　 What you said in the park just now, was it true?" " 　　 Yes." " 　　 Is that so? That's good." " 　　 ..." " 　　 Hehe, I shouldn't have said those things just now, and I even made myself cry. After all, when you 　　 said those things in the park, it already meant that today was a memorable day for me." 　　 "You..." " 　　 Shh~ Senior, listen quietly." 　　 "..."

"I like you too."
This phone call tonight left his heart in turmoil.
But even after hanging up, he was so excited he almost yelled into the air.
Having confirmed their feelings for each other, they faced a new problem.
What to do next?
He wasn't in a rush to take things to the physical level, but as the girl said,
aside from the lack of physical contact, their interactions already felt like a romantic relationship. He wanted to take it further,
but couldn't rush things; he really didn't know where to begin.
The day after their confessions, their first date at their usual gazebo after officially becoming a couple, it was
the girl who directly guided him to the answer.
"I've been wanting to try this for a while now,"
the girl giggled. Usually, they talked across a stone table in the pavilion, but today she sat directly
beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Can...I hug you?" The soft scent of her hair made him restless.
"Don't hug too tightly right away," the girl said, not looking up, allowing his arm to encircle her.
This was the initial change in their relationship—from chatting across a table to
chatting while leaning together, embracing.
Though embracing, they were outdoors, and even intimacy had its limits. He could only lightly
wrap one arm around her waist, occasionally inhaling the faint fragrance of her neck and hair when she looked down.
They definitely needed to find another place for their date.
Besides the unspoken desire to take things further physically, another very practical reason
was that the weather was getting colder, and the outdoors was no longer a suitable place for intimate moments. When the weather was bad, they
would at most sit in a gazebo for a short while before leaving, or even just take the girl home after dinner.
So where should they go instead?
Although there were many options both on and off campus, and the simplest and most direct choice was right nearby, he had
n't dared to suggest it.
Until one Friday evening, seeing the girl shivering even before she left the school gates, he finally mustered the courage
to invite her to change the venue.
"Would you like to come to my place?" he asked, trying to make his tone sound innocent and pure.
"Sure," the girl replied so readily, which surprised him.
Of course, he knew he was neither pure nor without wicked thoughts. Although he considered himself to be able to maintain a
gentlemanly demeanor, he was slightly worried that once the girl he longed for actually stepped into his room, he might lose
control of his animalistic desires and do something wrong.
However, whether he underestimated his own willpower or the cold wind extinguished the lustful fire in his belly,
he was more at ease than he had imagined when he was alone with the girl in the room.
Stepping into her boyfriend's living space for the first time, every corner of the small room aroused the girl's great interest,
and the various games on the computer, the numerous movies (except for the pornographic films that had been moved to the deepest part of the hard drive and sealed away beforehand),
and even the various textbooks he used in first and second grade, were enough to provide material for chatting with the girl for a long time
.
Before he knew it, it was past 9 PM, the time the girl had initially planned to leave. He had been paying attention, and the girl
's gaze had glanced at the bottom right corner of the computer screen several times. Neither of them had actually lost track of time while chatting, yet neither
of them seriously brought up the issue of time.
At 1 AM, the day had changed from Friday to Saturday, and the girl's face began to show signs of fatigue
. Only then did the question resurface.
No matter how late it was, taking the girl home wouldn't be difficult, but he was reluctant to let her leave, so he
decided to try speaking up.
"Why don't you stay here tonight? You can sleep on the bed, and I have a straw mat that I haven't used before
. I can lay it on the floor and put a blanket on top, and I can sleep."
The space in the single-room rental apartment was small to begin with; besides a single bed, the only other space available for lying down
was naturally the floor.
Having waited until this late, the girl seemed to have anticipated this suggestion. She shook her head and
smiled, saying, "Why force yourself to sleep on the floor? Actually... to be honest, I didn't really want to go back today either, otherwise
I would have left already."
"Then..."
He was about to get up to take the straw mat from the wardrobe when the girl gently grasped his hand, stopping him.
"Senior, listen to me carefully."
Even though she looked tired, it was clear that the girl's attitude was more serious than usual.
"Well, I... I'm not a guy, so I can't be sure how you feel. I can only offer my perspective
. If you think you might... um... lose control, even if you sleep in the bathroom, it probably
won't help. What's meant to happen will happen. In that case, I'll go home tonight.
Don't misunderstand, don't worry about it. This doesn't mean I'm angry or disappointed; it's just that I'm not mentally
prepared, it's not the right time yet. Conversely, if I agree to stay overnight in the future, it can be considered that I'm
... I'm all prepared, you understand? That way, you won't have to struggle with anything. On the other hand
, if you don't do anything to me, I might get angry.
However, if you feel you won't do anything... that would hurt me, I'll just
go straight "Stay overnight, and don't sleep on the floor. I don't mind sleeping in the bed with you. That's it, senior.
I had a great day. I've been thinking about these words for a long time, and I hope you'll seriously consider them. I
'll be happy no matter which you choose."
Before tonight, he would have hesitated between the two options.
Now, he felt confident he could control himself, but the main reason was his
overwhelming desire to continue spending time with the girl. He made his decision almost without much thought.
"Stay."
Compared to the girl's earnest words, his consideration was so brief it made him feel a little ashamed.
Under these circumstances, they naturally slept fully clothed.
As he prepared to turn off the light, the girl untied her ponytail. The sight of her flowing black hair
sent a surge of heat through him, a comforting feeling, yet also
a slight unease about his self-control.
Thankfully, the cold weather meant they were both wearing thick clothing, and the fatigue from talking all night
kept his manhood from causing him any embarrassment.
The girl lay on the inside, her back to him and facing the wall. With her consent, he wrapped his arm around her
waist, pulling her into a back-hugging position.
The room fell silent, broken only by the occasional sound of a car and soft breathing.
His hand on her waist could feel the gentle rise and fall of her body.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl facing the wall spoke softly, "You...aren't you asleep yet?"
"Yes."
"You're still overthinking, aren't you?"
"Ha, no, don't worry, I feel very...well, how to describe it...right, very peaceful
, like a meditating monk. You can sleep peacefully."
"Hmm..." The girl remained noncommittal.
"Besides—"
"Besides?"
"I didn't prepare condoms or anything like that beforehand, so putting aside whether I can control myself, first of all,
I can't do anything to you."
After a moment of hesitation, the girl said, "If you're the kind of person who would force yourself on me, then whether I have a condom or not
won't change anything, right?"
"That's true, but if I were, then you probably wouldn't have waited until now; you
'd probably have lost your virginity shortly after stepping into my room."
The girl chuckled, turned slightly, and looked at him behind her, saying, "That's really a close call.
Should I be happy that you're a gentleman, or sad that I'm not attractive enough?"
"Hey, hey, now that things have come to this, if you tell me that you were just playing hard to get,
I..." "It'll be very troublesome."
"Heh, of course not."
"The reason you're not asleep is because you're worried I might do something inappropriate?"
"Well... it's somewhat similar, but not entirely. It's mainly because I'm not used to sleeping like this."
At this moment, the girl turned over and looked directly at him.
"What I was thinking just now was that my agreeing to come to your house this time might have been a gamble, right? A gamble on whether you
're two-faced, and a gamble on my judgment of people. If I lose the gamble, and tonight you force... force me to submit
..."
The girl paused for a moment, seemingly organizing her thoughts.
"In that case, I guess I probably... although I can't be sure, I probably won't resolutely
break up with you because of this, but, if it really develops like that, I should..."
Saying this, the girl smiled slightly.
"Thank goodness... thank you for letting me be the winner."
Then, the girl leaned forward, and their lips met.
"I can't give you my virginity yet, let's make do with this first kiss for now! That's it, goodnight."
She gave him a light, fleeting kiss, and before he could even react, the girl gave a mischievous smile.
Instead of turning back to him, she nestled her head against his chest, deciding to fall asleep in that position.
He smiled wryly to himself. It hadn't been a big deal before, but this sudden gesture from the girl had truly
stirred his heartstrings.
He might not be able to fall asleep so easily tonight.
After that day, he didn't invite the girl over again.
It was always the girl who initiated the invitations to come to his house.
Later, the girl said that she originally thought it was impossible to "just chat under the covers."
That day, she was just like anyone else in love, blinded by passion. She wasn't
ready for her first experience, yet she foolishly ran into the man's room and actually "slept together."
Therefore, the girl always felt a sense of satisfaction and pride about that night. In her own words, she
had "an urge to broadcast it to everyone."
Of course, the shy girl didn't actually do that.
On the other hand, he was naturally happy that the girl was staying at his house more and more frequently, but he couldn't always
maintain such a serene state of mind.
As the girl's defenses lowered, the physical contact became increasingly intimate, but there was always a boundary.
The girl was like a ripe, red fruit, so close yet so far. He not only picked her, but also
played with her in his hands, smelling her fragrance, yet he couldn't bring himself to eat her.
Several times, when the girl slept peacefully in his arms, he felt her breath while
trying to adjust his position to prevent his throbbing erection from pressing against her.
In the first half of winter break, the cheerleading uniforms were finished and delivered to the school. Although final exams were approaching, the team members
still made a special trip to practice, experiencing what it felt like to wear the uniforms.
He and the others watched from a distance.
The sleeveless top completely exposed her arms, and the close-fitting clothing perfectly outlined the girl's
curves. Although the outfit didn't reveal her stomach, making it relatively less revealing, her long, slender
legs beneath the short skirt still captivated his gaze.
It was a bit chilly, and the cheerleaders changed back into their clothes after a short jump, but even in that brief moment, he felt
he had gained X-ray vision; the girl appeared practically naked to him.
Last year, he was also a male cheerleader, having had more opportunities to
feast his eyes on the female classmates who participated alongside him, yet he had never entertained such direct fantasies.
He secretly chuckled at himself; it seemed he was gradually regressing to the age where a mere breeze could induce an erection.
That night, his small room was brightened again by the girl's arrival.
As with previous occasions, the two played computer games, watched movies, and chatted about various things until late at night, when they turned off the computer.
They lit the lamp and went to bed. The girl offered her lips, ending the pleasant night with a light kiss.
But tonight, he had different thoughts.
"Mmm...hmm?!"
Their lips met, and the girl suddenly opened her eyes. A few seconds later, her eyes closed again, but their lips remained
intertwined.
The girl knew that lips touching and a deep kiss were two different things, but only now, with their tongues entwined,
did she truly understand the vast difference.
A light kiss conveyed only affection, while a deep kiss was directly connected to desire.
Lost in the moment, a feeling of suffocation made the girl push him away. She gasped for breath, her eyes glazed,
unsure of what to say, when he pulled her back into his arms, his tongue once more exploring her mouth.
Push her away? Reject her? The brief stiffness in her body represented the struggle within the girl's heart, but the man pressing down on her
, their lips touching, was the man she loved most. This simple fact made her abandon her resistance, and she
embraced him, letting herself be swayed by unprecedented desire.
In the dizzying moment, neither of them knew how long they had been kissing.
What brought it all to a halt was the girl's gasp and her pushing him away.
Her top had been rolled up, revealing her smooth belly; now, the hem naturally rolled back, covering her breasts, but her
bra was completely askew, exposing her breasts.
Her pants were unbuttoned, the waistband and the plain underwear underneath pulled down,
revealing the dark pubic hair. As for him, the "culprit" who caused all this, 　　 the warmth and dampness
between the girl's legs still lingered on his fingertips . 　　 The girl didn't immediately put her clothes back; instead, she curled up, hiding herself completely. 　　 Seeing this, even if he was driven by lust, he had to stop. 　　 He wanted to say "I'm sorry," but felt it would be strange to say such a thing, so he could only wait quietly. 　　 When the girl finally raised her head and met his gaze again, he was genuinely afraid she would suddenly slap him 　　 and storm out. 　　 Fortunately, although the girl's expression was confused and bewildered, it didn't contain anger. 　　 The girl spoke in a weak, faint voice, "Before...before, I said it wasn't the right time 　　 . Actually, I didn't know when I'd be ready...Just now, I was really scared, but I 　　 think...I'm not angry, maybe that means...it means I'm already..." 　　 Whether out of shyness or unease, the girl didn't finish her sentence. Although her words implied consent, he 　　 hesitated to act. 　　 The girl asked again, "You...want it?" 　　 "Yes." Denying it now would be too insincere. 　　 "But, we can't just...do you want to buy condoms now? I...I'll wait for you." 　　 "Well, actually, um, I have condoms." 　　 "Huh?" The girl, who had been lowering her head again as she spoke, quickly looked up at this. 　　 "I didn't buy them specifically for tonight. It just happened naturally... cough, well, anyway, those condoms 　　 ... I actually bought them and kept them on hand after you first came to my house." 　　 "I see." 　　 "Yeah, that's right." 　　 "So, I didn't even have a chance to prepare myself mentally." 　　 "Uh..." 　　 "Hehe." With a playful smile, the girl leaned against his chest, resting her face on his chest, and said, "Shall we 　　 ... 　　 continue? I think I'm ready." 　　 Even though she forced a few lighthearted laughs, the girl was still nervous, which 　　 was evident in her stiff and slightly trembling body. 　　 Her top wasn't off, just rolled up as before, and her bra was still up. Her lower body 　　 definitely needed to be removed. His somewhat rough pulling couldn't get her pants off, so the girl had to lift her waist to 　　 pull them down herself. 　　 As he took out and put on a condom, the girl faced the wall, her expression unreadable. 　　 "I...I'll go in." 　　 "Ugh..." When he pressed down on her, the girl covered her eyes with her arm, 　　 unable to utter a word. 　　 He tried to penetrate her, his erect penis struggling, but it was very difficult. 　　 His glans pressed against her vulva, seemingly aligned with the vaginal opening, yet he couldn't penetrate smoothly. Unbeknownst to him 　　 , the moisture in her vagina had decreased significantly, becoming even drier than when they had kissed. 　　 After some maneuvering, the tip of his glans sank into a warm spot, finally finding its way in. He thrust 　　 forward, but the girl made a sound that was far from pleasurable. 　　 "It hurts… ugh…" 　　 She didn't scream, but the sound stuck in her throat was definitely from pain. Her hands gripped his arms tightly, a grip that even he found painful, but clearly, 　　 it was nothing compared 　　 to the pain she was experiencing . 　　 The girl never called for a stop, nor did she push him away; her pain was impossible to hide. 　　 After a while, the girl stopped wailing and struggling, because she was finally free from the torment of pain. 　　 She removed her arm from her face, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, her expression filled with confusion 　　 and helplessness. 　　 "What's wrong?" 　　 Maintaining his position on top of the girl, but no longer connected to her, he touched her cheek and 　　 said with pity, "You've worked hard. Let's stop here for today." 　　 "W-why? It's okay, you haven't... ah..." In her panic, the girl actually 　　 reached out and touched his genitals, trying to guide his penis back to her private parts. Only then did she realize that it had 　　 lost its previous vigor, hanging limply. Even a naive girl like her knew what this meant. 　　 After doing this for so long, even the most excited blood would cool down. 　　 "How... how could this be? I'm sorry, I..." The girl was even more flustered than him.

"I'm the one who should apologize. Now that I've calmed down, I realize I was too rough. I was basically forcing myself on her."
The girl shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, I said it was okay, but now..."
He lowered his head and sealed her lips with his, not a deep kiss, just a simple exchange of lips.
"Don't say anything more. You must be tired. Just rest."
The girl nodded, remaining silent, whether from relief at escaping a close call or from
dejection at not succeeding completely.
Although he hadn't actually used it in the end, the condom had been put on, and his penis was covered in lubricant,
so after gently comforting the girl, he went to the bathroom to rinse off and calm himself down.
Turning on the bathroom light, he felt quite guilty thinking about the awkward atmosphere in the room.
He pondered. Having gone this far, should he still be ruthless and push forward? No,
that wasn't the problem. From the very beginning, he shouldn't have been so hasty.
At the start of the deep kiss, he could feel the girl's skin burning hot; when his hand slipped inside her pants, it felt
like dipping his fingertips into a bowl of hot soup. However, as the girl considered and agreed, her body gradually cooled
down. If he had guided her properly, allowing her body to return to the state it was in during the deep kiss, perhaps they
would already be making love.
He felt incredibly frustrated. His image had been completely ruined by his manhood, leaving the girl with a
terrible memory and wasting a condom.
"Huh?"
Just as he was removing the condom, he noticed the tip and froze.
Holding the ill-fated condom up to his eyes, examining it for a moment, he called out to the girl outside the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" The girl's voice sounded muffled from under the covers.
"Should I check your...down there? I just noticed a little blood on the condom,
I think...it's yours."
The girl didn't speak, but the sound of her throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed was clearly audible.
When she appeared at the bathroom door, the girl was still dressed as before; her upper body was still clothed, but her lower body
was completely naked. Clearly, her chaotic thoughts made her too lazy to change.
Instead of turning on the room light, she used the bathroom light to check herself. With her back to
him, who was peering into the bathroom, she ran her hand under her clothes, saying, "It's not my period today, so it should
n't be my period."
"It's not your period, so you…"
The girl turned around, a slightly reproachful expression on her face.
"You tore it, you idiot."
He was speechless.
"Go away, go away, I need to go in and wash too." The girl suddenly pushed him a few times, quickly
stripped off her remaining clothes, and went into the bathroom with him.
"Huh?"
Seeing his stunned face, the girl crossed one arm over her chest and lightly tapped his shoulder with the other, laughing and scolding, "Hurry
up and turn on the water, I'm so cold!"
Warm water cascaded down, and he held the showerhead, slowly washing the girl's body. At first, he only said he wanted to
wash her genitals, but after the bloodstains were cleaned, the girl seemed to find the water temperature quite pleasant, half-closing her eyes as she
washed herself with the water.
Looking at the girl, he realized that he had been preoccupied with finding a hole to penetrate, followed by the embarrassment of his attempt failing,
and the dim lighting in the darkened room had prevented him from properly appreciating the girl's body.
Now, the girl stood naked, only a few centimeters away from him. Her delicate face,
the hollow of her collarbone glistening with tiny droplets of water, the tips of her nipples dripping with water, the lines from her ribs to her pelvis,
the pubic hair between her legs completely soaked and clumped together, and her toes reddened by the hot water.
His burning gaze scalded every inch of her skin. The girl would occasionally
glance back out of the corner of her eye, sometimes instinctively trying to cover her private parts, sometimes deliberately moving her hands away, even turning closer to him, her
two cherry-like nipples pressed against his body.
In a coquettish tone, the girl said, "The showerhead...can I hang the showerhead on the wall?"
Then, she wrapped her arms around his body, rested her face against his neck, and hugged him tightly.
Faced with her affection, he naturally complied, hanging the showerhead on the wall and letting the water run freely, then
reached out to embrace the alluring body that had so readily moved towards him.
The thoughtful girl, with her silent actions, forgave his earlier impetuousness in bed.
Silence fell between them.
After a while, the girl suddenly sighed and said, "You're ruining the atmosphere."
"Well... I can't help it, we're so close now."
He smiled helplessly. At this moment, his penis, without a doubt, stood erect again,
pressing against the girl's lower abdomen with a very noticeable curve.
The girl released her arms from his embrace, suddenly squatted down, and stared directly at
the erect male symbol not far from his nose.
"Uh..." The girl's actions left him speechless for a moment.
"You shattered my fantasies, corrupted my senior, all because of this... this ugly and fierce
thing, right! Right! Right!"
With each "right," the girl flicked her fingertips angrily at his penis.
"Huh..." But then the girl's eyes widened.
The already erect penis, after being lightly tapped a few times as she spoke, swelled even more, the glans
shining even brighter.
"So my boyfriend is a pervert..." the girl said, sounding as if she'd suffered endless injustice.
"Well, in my opinion, you've only just seen a man's thing, and you're already cursing and hitting it.
Maybe you're even more perverted... huh? Wow!"
Before he could finish, the girl suddenly took action.
She changed from a squatting position to a kneeling one, opened her mouth, and her cherry lips enveloped the tip of his penis, the glans feeling
the girl's tongue licking it.
"Is...this how you do it?" Seemingly no longer interested in dwelling on whether it was perverted or not, the girl raised her
head, her face flushed.
"Hmm...teeth...it hurts if you bite, but if you don't...it feels good." This sudden blissful
experience surprised him.
He had long fantasized about his beloved girl performing oral sex on him, but he never imagined it would happen before actual sex
, and on this night when he thought all sexual activity was doomed.
The girl had no skill whatsoever; even with guidance, her teeth still frequently rubbed unintentionally against his penis. Strictly speaking
, the stimulation might not even be as intense as his own masturbation.
However, at this moment, the girl's wet tongue, warm mouth, and the way she seemed to be offering herself completely
, coupled with his already unsatisfied desire, quickly overwhelmed him both physically and mentally.
"Wait, I'm about to cum!"
he warned at the last moment. The girl, who had been licking his penis with a dazed
expression, suddenly showed curiosity and excitement upon hearing this, and then intensified her sucking.
It was completely irresistible.
A few seconds of blankness in his mind, and when he came to his senses, he realized this was an unprecedentedly powerful eruption, incomparable to any previous
masturbation experience. He even had to lean against the wall to avoid his legs giving way.
He looked down and saw the girl still kneeling on the ground, her hands cupped to her mouth, her face, breasts
, and the ends of her hair all splattered with a white, viscous liquid.
"So much... I can't finish it all at once... it keeps spraying..."
The girl seemed equally dazed, a trail of white fluid trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"It tastes so weird, and it's so sticky. Only a pervert would ejaculate something like this."
Picking up a strand of the sticky liquid with her thumb and forefinger, a triumphant smile spread across her face.
In that instant, he suddenly remembered their first meeting, the girl's bright smile in the sunlight.
The memory mingled with the reality before him; she was still smiling, only the scene had changed to his own bathroom, they
were naked, and the girl's body was now covered in fresh, warm semen.
"It's really strange, today's an exception. Don't let me swallow it next time." Saying this, the girl put
the tip of her finger, covered in white semen, into her mouth and sucked it all up.
A strange combination of coquettishness and unbridled pleasure.
This oral sex taught the girl an unexpected lesson.
After spending more time cleaning herself than expected, the girl declared that from now on, whether you want to
ejaculate on her, in her mouth, or even drink it, it's all negotiable, but absolutely no semen can touch
anything above her face, especially her eyebrows and hair.
You really don't know how difficult it is to clean this stuff until you've been ejaculated on once.
After coming out of the bathroom, the girl's long, black hair, though not completely wet, took quite a bit of effort to
dry. She explained that today was a special case; normally, she would cover her hair before going into the bathroom,
avoiding getting it wet if she hadn't washed it, and covering it after washing, seemingly due to hair care issues.
He lay on the bed, watching the girl busily using the hairdryer, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Tonight had been full of twists and turns, but ending on such a pleasant note was a great success
. Of course, there were still some regrets.
He was so relaxed now, and he had to admit it was largely due to everything the girl had done for him. The pleasurable
ejaculation brought him physical and mental relief, but the girl was the one who had given entirely. Physiologically speaking, she
had only been hurt, not pleasurable, tonight.
Even if the girl's current state of pleasure was genuine, it didn't change the fact that he felt indebted.
They turned off the lights and went to bed again, the first time they had slept naked together. Fully relieved,
and given how late it was, even the strongest sexual desire couldn't overcome the accumulated fatigue. He was now certain that he
could sleep peacefully even naked in the girl's arms.
Before his consciousness faded, feeling the warm breath of the girl in his arms, he secretly decided that he must give her a
more perfect and romantic first night... Perhaps strictly speaking, it might not be considered a first night, but he didn't want the girl to
regard that experience, which only involved pain and frustration, as a true first experience.
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He had already made up his mind.
Let's start with a more formal date. The girl is always more frugal than him; the expenses since we started dating are probably
less than when we were single. It's not unreasonable to splurge a few times for her. He'll research where to have a romantic dinner,
choose a nice hotel, and in the perfect atmosphere, completely possess his beloved. Then…
he forgets that the girl he deeply loves, while usually obedient to him, always manages
to thwart his plans.
A few hours later, he feels repeated stimulation, but his still-unsatisfied body prevents him from truly waking up.
He struggles on the borderline between dreaming and waking until a cool, suffocating touch
completely envelops his penis, finally bringing him back to his senses.
That was… the feeling of putting on a condom.
He opened his eyes; the first rays of dawn were streaming in through the window. A shadow filled most of his field of vision. Even as
his vision cleared, his still-warm mind couldn't process what was happening.
A girl with rosy cheeks, her bare upper body arched, was crouching on his waist, one hand gripping the wall…
His hand guided his condom-covered, throbbing penis towards the girl's most private and
deepest part between her legs.
The head of his penis was already against her labia, rubbing against the entrance. The girl twisted her waist slightly back and forth, then she
pursed her lips and used her weight to press down.
"Hmm... um..."
Unlike last night, his entire penis smoothly entered the girl's body.
Even through the condom, he could feel the tightness and warmth, even more so than inside the girl's mouth. The intense pleasure
truly woke him up.
"You..."
"Good-good morning."
Panting, the girl's brows were furrowed, indicating that she was still mainly feeling pain. Seeing that he was awake, the girl
's upper body immediately went limp forward, lying on his chest.
"Hehe... I've gotten myself all wet, and it still hurts so much..."
Taking a few deep breaths, the girl's expression gradually softened.
"But... it really went in! Your... your thing, it's all in... It's amazing, so full
... umm... it's a little sore from being stretched."
Gently wiping away the tears streaming down the girl's face from the pain, he felt a slight stirring in his heart.
The scene in the library that had completely captivated him, that inexplicable dizziness,
reappeared now, except this time, there was an even more intimate and firm touch beneath him.
Seeing the girl's delicate face, a mixture of pain and joy, he was speechless.
In the gradually streaming sunlight, the penis slowly penetrated deeper into the honeyed orifice, as if the upper body was also unwilling to
yield. The two locked lips once more, their tongues exploring each other, intertwining repeatedly.
[The End]

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