[Youth Campus] I'm Not Suitable to Be a Good Person

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"I'm not suited to be a good guy..."

I said with a faint smile, leaning comfortably against the headboard with the pillows propped up, smoking. Gazing at her naked body lying beside me, I calmly, almost self-deprecatingly, uttered these words. "Haha, you look like you just love to have fun! Of course you're not suited to be a good guy!" She gave me a sarcastic reply, as if I were joking. Hmm... actually, her answer was normal; seven or eight out of ten girls would say the same thing!

I really don't give off the vibe of a "good guy" in a girl's mind; I haven't even come close. After hearing her answer, I smiled faintly, slowly exhaling the smoke I had just inhaled. The harmful smoke rose and faded before my eyes in the warm room. Suddenly, a simple math problem inexplicably popped into my head... How many strange women have I spent the night with?

This question gave me a headache because I had never seriously kept track of this.

I'm still in this world of fun, so the number of people isn't really important... Besides, there aren't any convenience store-like perks like collecting a certain number of items to get freebies. Thinking about this is incredibly boring, probably because her appearance is different from the way my female companions have appeared in the past... One of my close friends, after almost half a year, finally managed to get a date with her, something he could brag about countless times... Although he mentioned it many times on MSN! But

what he thought would be perfect turned into a disaster when his girlfriend suddenly appeared... The pig and sheep turned pale!

Canceling the appointment was simple, a phone call would have been enough!

But he came up with a different way: finding someone to replace her.

Because he didn't want his six months of effort to go to waste, and for another guy to be so happy that he urgently needed help on MSN, I became his ideal firefighter... Considering his past record, he completely felt I was the best candidate to act as his substitute!

He booked the room, arranged the time, and even planned my outfit... Today, after logging on, I surprisingly cooperated perfectly with him. Besides him chatting with me, there was no one else. I happily played the role of a helpful friend. After all, I could help with this little bit of work. However, after slightly probing her information, I became a little hesitant... A senior in college, 162cm tall, 47cm, C-cup, with a sweet appearance. Just seeing this, my immediate reaction was that my friend was going to send me a scam and ask me to try it out! Or was he short on cash and planning to find someone to help him set me up? But

then I saw that she was unpredictable, often getting angry within five seconds. I wonder if this made her uninteresting to many men, and it was thanks to my friend's persistence that I was able to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor today. He even made it clear that if I didn't feel anything upon meeting her, I could leave... Hmm, maybe this task is just to get me out for a stroll and buy some late-night snacks!

By the way, her name is Xiaoyou, the "you" in "youzi" (pomelo).

When I met Xiaoyou, my gut feeling was that my friend had lost half the battle…

In this entertainment circle, her figure and looks are absolutely top-tier, I've won half the battle!

But her temper…

maybe I'll end up exchanging my half for a late-night snack!

But maybe it's because I was angry with her, or maybe she was in a good mood today, or maybe she was just eager to have a silly conversation like mine, but she didn't show any signs of anger, only happy laughter. Okay, I won this round, my friend lost the whole round!

"I'm serious, I've tried to be a good guy several times, and it always ended in failure!

Can you imagine that I used to be someone who would get shy even when talking to a girl face-to-face?" My cigarette butt lay quietly in my homemade ashtray, and I gently teased her small nipple with my fingers. "Really? That's really amazing! You can change so much that no one can tell." Her warm hand slipped through the blanket, moving up my thigh and resting on my still-recovering penis. About ten minutes ago, she had even asked me to ejaculate on her face. As I pulled my swollen, ready-to-ejaculate penis out of her vagina, she automatically grabbed her shoulder-length hair and tied it into a ponytail, securing it behind her head. Then, with an expectant expression that made a man want to ejaculate on her a thousand times over, she moved closer to my penis. Having passed the climax, I stroked my penis with my right hand, letting the hot, thick semen spray all over her face. She closed her eyes, welcoming the excited and lustful liquid as it splashed onto her delicate face. A few seconds later, I suddenly relaxed and stopped stroking her right hand, gently sitting on her flat stomach. She lay flat, satisfied, enjoying the warm liquid flowing slowly over her fair skin. Of course, though no longer as aroused as before ejaculation, I still looked at her face with satisfaction and pleasure... Especially when the warm liquid flowed past the corner of her mouth, she deliberately stuck out her tongue to lightly wipe her lips and then sucked on the little bit of white liquid, which aroused my hormones again. I gently wiped her face with a tissue, and then cleaned her up with a warm, damp towel, finally concluding our passionate night.

After such a passionate first half of the night, I really couldn't think of any other drama to play out in the second half. But she... I didn't want to spend the rest of the night just embracing her. "This bad boy I am now is a deliberately chosen performance," I said sincerely, even though my hands were still restlessly rubbing her breasts. "Hmm? Really? Why?" She seemed to sense that I wasn't just joking after making love, but honestly stating something. Of course, her hands didn't stop, but gently caressed my testicles at the base of my penis. I liked her slender fingers, and I liked her gentle caresses now. "Everyone has their own story, and of course I have mine too." "My story is just like many others, a familiar plot, a similar drama unfolding." I lightly recounted my past experiences, then leaned closer to her, my hand sliding to her private parts, exploring her honeypot. My fingers felt a slight warmth... She was also a girl you couldn't guess or imagine.

Who would have thought that a seemingly quiet and obedient girl would often have such intense desires? But her boyfriend was always more interested in video games than in her body, which made her carefully choose a partner online to satisfy her. Thankfully, my friend could tolerate her temper tantrums when she wasn't satisfied. But what was even more unexpected was... this fair-skinned, sweet-looking girl was open and promiscuous in bed... The intensity was comparable to any porn star's expression of fear of being stolen away. She was desperately licking my penis, her hands spreading her vulva with completely wanton abandon, wanting me to deeply suck and bite, actively responding to the swaying of her hips during thrusts. Her lewd words were completely unlike her usual demeanor. And of course, when she sat on me, her professional-level writhing and wanton movements were even more so. "Hmm...is...it...like this...?" she answered, her words broken and fragmented.

Because when I explored her honeypot, I found that her previously dried vulva was now wet again. I directly and directly inserted my hand into her vulva to tease her, making her response incoherent.

"You suck my cock, I'll talk, you listen,"

I said, getting up and grabbing my penis, which had almost fully recovered, completely straight... Then I shoved it into her mouth. She liked this semi-coercive approach, just like when we first entered the room, I pushed her against the wall, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her thong. Then, like a hungry dog encountering a piece of cooked, delicious beef, I sucked on it greedily. She loved this feeling of a man starving and devouring her, giving her a sense of being needed and satisfaction. Of course, I was more than happy to cooperate with her needs. "Mmm..."

Her mouth was full of my penis, so she could only answer with a breathy sound.

But seeing her satisfied expression, and her nimble tongue licking my glans and urethral opening, it seemed she had happily agreed to my request. Since she agreed, I might as well try shoving it down her throat... She said she liked the feeling of her mouth being completely full. "Hmm, can you be serious now?"

Xiaoyou lay in the hotel's jacuzzi, the surface of the water filled with essential oil bubbles. "Heh, you want to hear such an old story?" I stood in the separate shower room, rinsing myself with the showerhead. "Oh, I'm just curious! Just tell me, we agreed to tell you, and I traded my body for the story, how can you not tell me!" She looked at me as I rinsed, like a girl anticipating what sequel to her TV drama would be. I didn't expect her to remember what I had joked about during our passionate moment. "You were going to tell a story, weren't you? All you remember is shoving your penis into my mouth!" After I shoved my penis full into her mouth, I only remembered thrusting, forgetting about telling a story. She spat out my penis and started playing with it with her gloved hand, but still couldn't help asking about the story I had just told. But at this moment, instead of telling me my... That ordinary, unremarkable story was less appealing than simply enjoying her. I gently took her lips into my mouth, then slipped my tongue inside. My hands lightly kneaded her nipples, playing with them like rubbing small grains of sand. She didn't press me for the story I should tell. Our tongues intertwined intensely, our fingers roaming over my chest and abdomen. And so, we stopped talking, leaving only our bodies to communicate. "I'll trade my body for your story!" Her lips left my neck, and then she generously shifted her body, becoming one of her on top of me, her entire buttocks pressing against my face. "Don't tell me the story yet, lick me first!" She sat on me with a grin, looking back at me. After saying that, she leaned down, her face close to my penis. We seemed to be enjoying ourselves, doing our utmost to please each other.

Our tongues licked and swirled incessantly at each other's private parts; our lips opened and closed repeatedly. Yuzu held my penis like an unmelting cotton candy, while I sucked on her wetness like a clear spring in a desolate desert. It was as if we were in a competition, hoping to make the other surrender before us… But this competition had no words of surrender, only my deep breathing and her intermittent moans. "Ha, my boring story makes you so curious?" After washing myself, I got into the bathtub and asked her with a smile. "Hehe, since you traded my body for it, of course you have to listen!" She grabbed her breasts, indicating our passionate encounter. Indeed, during our passion, I had followed her commands, vigorously kneading her breasts while penetrating her. "Actually, it's just very ordinary, very common! Just someone who seems promiscuous and playful, but is actually a shy person." I reached out and brushed aside her wet bangs, making sure her hair didn't block the view. I stopped her gaze. "Hmm? And then? Why can't you be a good person?" She gently took my hand and placed it against her cheek.

"There's nothing wrong with that! Just like that, like people say, 'a bad face but a kind heart,' I dated her and then spent a long, peaceful time together." I moved a little closer to her; I liked her soft, smooth body. "And then you suddenly cheated? And became a bad person?" She spoke as if she were reading a detective novel, guessing whether I was the murderer. "You guessed half right, but I wasn't the one who cheated!

It's just that the later direction was similar... I thought since my classmates all said I was a playboy, why should I go against their impression? So I tried to change!" My hand moved to her thigh again; when I was penetrating her, the strength of her thighs was really good. "So just because of this one failure, you feel you're not suited to be a good person?" She gently tapped my head and then tenderly gave me another kiss. "Haha..." "Ha, how could that be! Even the Founding Father failed many times before establishing the Republic of China. I'm not an irrational person, how could I generalize like that?" I pulled her close, continuing to fondle her breasts. I loved her breasts. "Maybe you'll just be playing around from now on, of course you won't meet any good girls, you'll only be a bad man!" Her hands cooperated perfectly, groping in the water for the penis that had just been inserted into her, making her scream and cry. "Wrong again... haha... I'm still the same, I take every sincere relationship very seriously, it's just that Cupid won't let me have an easy time... Every time, I'm the one who makes the other person feel anxious at the beginning, but in the end, I'm always the last to find out. If this were a newspaper article, I'd be one of those people who only finds out they were dumped when they read the paper.

Actually, every time I feel heartbroken and sad, I get tired, I start to question relationships... Gradually, I found that when I stopped taking relationships seriously, the sadness stopped... Then when I invested in a real relationship, it was the same cycle again..." "Okay... I said I'm not suited to be a good person!" We'd been soaking for a while, so I went to the showerhead and rinsed off the slippery foam. I casually washed her private parts; they were slightly swollen and congested... probably because I'd been a little too forceful. Even though she kept begging me to fuck her hard and deliberately raised her buttocks, swaying back and forth, I couldn't help but want to fuck her to death. "So, do you still want to try being a good person?" she asked, drying her hair and tilting her head. "Haha, you've seen Infernal Affairs, right? There really are good people who can be good. Who wants to be a bad person forever?" I chuckled and grabbed her buttocks. The feeling of penetrating her from behind was really great. Her slightly fleshy, slightly perky buttocks, combined with my thrusts, were an unparalleled pleasure. "Hmm... It was very comfortable with you today. I'm taking pity on you and letting you be a good person again!" she said with a smile, then went back to bed, covered herself with the blanket, and lay down. I stood there quietly. Was this kind of encounter... suitable?

I can even turn a normal relationship into this mess, this kind of sexual encounter... Am I trying to kill myself?

The next day at noon, after we had lunch at McDonald's, she had to go back to school first, so we were about to part ways. Before she left, I seriously thought about the questions she asked me... "Are you trying to get revenge on the women I hurt in the past?" "Are you sick?!" "Or do you want to try what it's like to be a bad guy?"

"You idiot!"

"Or were you knocked unconscious by me yesterday?"

"I'm going back to my dorm! You idiot!"

After asking some really stupid questions at her dorm door, she angrily prepared to go upstairs. "If I could, I hope next time I would say to you: 'I don't think I'm suited to be a bad guy.'" These were the last words I heard her say before she went upstairs. The pomelo was fragrant and sweet; after that moment, I loved eating pomelos even more!

The solar term -

Beginning of Autumn. Ancient people believed it marked the end of summer and the approach of early autumn.

However, August in Taiwan is still a time of scorching sun, and even the evening breeze carries a stuffy, uncomfortable feeling. Moreover, this is typhoon season in Taiwan, with typhoons

frequently hitting the island, making it quite a lively place. And because a typhoon was just heading towards Taiwan, I drove Yuzu home this afternoon. After that silly conversation at noon that day, we've been dating for almost a year!

After she spent a month breaking up with her ex-boyfriend whom she didn't like… I confirmed this before finally holding her hand seriously for the first time as her boyfriend!

"Yuzu, your festival is coming up soon, do you want to go anywhere?" I asked Yuzu, who was standing next to me after getting off the bus. However, Yuzu seemed downcast all day, whether it was because she was on her period or had some other things on her mind. "My festival? What's my festival?" she asked, completely confused. "Oh, the Mid-Autumn Festival! We eat pomelos during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I want to eat pomelos too... Haha!

Anyway, the point is that the Mid-Autumn Festival is the Pomelo Festival, so of course it's your festival!" I insisted. "Oh... I don't think so!" she said expressionlessly. She answered, seemingly uninterested in my boring conversation. "Okay! I'm not kidding anymore. It's getting chilly, feels like it's going to rain. You should go upstairs! I'm going home too, or I'll get soaked on the way home." I patted her head and said, "Hmm... Raxe, I have something to tell you!" She remained expressionless, showing no emotion. "Hmm? It's okay! Go ahead! Or should I call you when I get home? Then you can tell me." It's just a typhoon coming, why make such a fuss? We can see each other after the typhoon! I thought to myself, "I want to tell you in person..." Raxe's expression was really resolute, it felt so cold. Wasn't the typhoon supposed to be here yet? Why is my motorcycle shaking so much while I'm riding it?

"Damn it, it really started raining! I'm going to have to ride my bike home in the rain again!

Luckily, the rain in Taiwan in August isn't freezing cold. But the strange thing is, I'm wearing a full-face helmet, so why is my face covered in warm rainwater?

It's so funny, the helmet must have a hole in it, that's why my face is soaked.

Today is really a bad day, a bad day with a big typhoon!

When I get back, I'm going to forget everything!! Everything... even the memories... "Let's end it here today, I'm getting engaged in December..." Let's start erasing my memories from the sentence Yuzu just said to me. Anyway, I don't remember much of what she said after that, like she didn't mean to lie to me, her ex-boyfriend swore he would treat her better, and she was really confused by her ex-boyfriend, and then accidentally didn't use a condom and accidentally ejaculated inside, and then accidentally got pregnant... Damn it!!!

Why are the memories so clear? How long will it take me to forget them?"

I... I'll forget, at least, forget about learning to be a good person... Chatting with my cronies on MSN,

"Hey, don't you have any dates lately?"

"Damn, you must have a new target, or you're bored with your old ones!" "Sigh, I think you've found a peach or a plum, so you're not eating pomelos anymore!" Everyone was gossiping, and I quietly watched their comments until everyone had said their piece before I prepared to reply, "Damn, you guys are so idiots! I can't even heal myself, I get sad too, okay?" I calmly typed this reply, "Damn! Animals don't have feelings!"

"I think it's because you can't ejaculate that you're sad."

"Damn, don't tell me you have real feelings! If you have real feelings, then I'll just have a dildo!" Ha, what idiot friends, every single one of them is so idiotic!

I looked at their replies with a wry smile.

Suddenly, a message popped up. It was from a girl I'd known for a while: "Hehe, long time no see! You're online at this hour?" "Yeah! I've been pretty free lately! I can chat online tonight!" "Haha, you bad guy, trying to pick up girls again..." "Heh, I'm not cut out to be a good guy!"

I gently pressed enter and sent the message I'd typed.

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