I made a move on my friend's girlfriend. (Part 3)

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Author: fihi362
Published: 2017/2/22
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People say dreams are a reflection of reality; things you can't get in reality or dream of getting often
come true in dreams—what people call "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night."
But in my dream, there was no Zi Xia, no Song Xuanxuan, no that quiet girl reading—none of them were part
of my dream.
It was a very ethereal dream, shrouded in a thick fog. I could only see my own anxious, outstretched
hands, trying to grasp something for peace of mind. Naturally, my hands
couldn't touch anything in the fog-filled maze. That feeling of helplessness was so real, making me extremely panicked.
Then, I suddenly noticed a figure a few steps ahead—no! Two figures,
overlapping, making it seem like only one person.
I hurried forward, hoping it was someone, someone who wouldn't leave me alone. But even those
few steps seemed impossible; I couldn't get close. In desperation, I started running, but the figures remained rooted
to the spot, as if some kind of magic had impenetrable them.
When I was breathless and could run no more, I looked up, but there was no one there,
only a thick fog. I was terrified. Had I encountered a ghost? Many people have probably had similar experiences.
In dreams, you can actually think, and you retain some common sense about real life. Then
, I heard a clear, warm girl's laughter. Startled, I turned around, and there she was, standing
behind me. I could make out her general shape, but her face was shrouded in a thick fog
.
I reached out to grab her, and then I woke up.
This somewhat absurd and bizarre nightmare—let's just call it a nightmare—accompanied all my
classes that morning. The difference between university and high school is that you can play and sleep however you want without the teachers interfering.
They've seen plenty of students like you; they don't need to worry about you. Just make the final exams
a little harder, and that'll be enough to make you complain endlessly.
"The internet's down?"
"No way!" "
What about the electricity? Holy crap, is the water off too?"
This was the commotion I heard even before I entered our dorm. From their shouts and
yells, I could roughly guess what had happened.
As soon as I entered my dorm, the other five seemed to be talking about something. They all
turned to look at me as I entered, then immediately huddled together to discuss. They looked like they were about to go out
.
"Hurry up, it's late, there won't be any seats, we'll have to go somewhere else."
They were planning to go to an internet cafe. It wasn't just my roommates; almost all the boys
were planning the same thing, so it's no wonder they were worried about being late and not getting a seat.
I had originally planned to politely decline when they called me, but I realized
I was overthinking it. The five of us got ready, took turns fixing our hair in front of the mirror, joked around for a while, and then
headed out in a neat row.
Just as they left, a commotion erupted outside; the sound of a group of people walking down the stairs was
clearly audible even with the door closed. But after a while, silence fell over the surroundings. I was the only one left in the nearby dorm rooms
.
Back then, universities didn't have air conditioning; we used small electric fans we brought ourselves, or made do
with the large ceiling fans, but due to the limited space, they were barely effective. More importantly,
today there was not only no internet but also no electricity.
I tried reading in my dorm room for a while, but it was unbearably hot; my back was almost soaked with sweat
. A good place popped into my head—a comfortable place indeed.
As I left the dorm, I specifically looked at the dorms opposite and next door; indeed, there was no one there.
The entire corridor on the floor was unusually quiet.
Stepping out of the dormitory building, you can see construction workers in uniforms laying cables. This seems
to be a way for the school to attract new students; the entire campus has wireless network coverage, and students can use it for free. However, the
signal is blocked in the teaching buildings and dormitories; otherwise, those stubborn old teachers and domineering telecom operators would have something to
say.
The good place I'm referring to is the school's electronic reading room, which would be easier to understand if it were called—the school
's official internet cafe. Since it's called an electronic reading room, it must be equipped with computers, although the models are very old
and the system has special limitations, it's still one of the most popular places for freshmen.
If you're hoping to find students diligently studying and browsing electronic files there, you're destined to fail.
Not only is the browser prone to crashing and freezing when multiple pages are open due to the old equipment, but even if you have enough
patience to wait for the page to refresh, the stagnant electronic files will make you want to
leave.
Here you'll find two types of people. One type is the freshmen who have just arrived at the school.
They aren't allowed to bring personal computers during their first semester, and even if they do, they need
a full semester's worth of student ID to activate broadband service from a telecom operator—essentially, they have a computer but it's useless. The second type is
the couples who are the envy of everyone. They often don't have good dating spots, or they don't want to travel far. The school's open spaces
are unsuitable for being outdoors in either summer or winter, but the electronic reading room has heating in winter and air conditioning in summer;
there's no better place to cultivate a relationship.
Today, the electronic reading room is almost full, as usual. People are either watching movies or listening to
music, or browsing Taobao—it's practically an internet cafe disguised as a reading room. A student manages it;
the teacher on duty is next door, but she doesn't come often because she's also shopping on Taobao and watching movies.
I found an empty seat at a triangular table, and just as I was about to sit down, the other two...
They got up and left, apparently because the old computer couldn't meet their internet needs anymore.
They were muttering curses as they left.
I watched them go out the door, but then I made a surprising discovery: Zixia and Ahe walked in one after the other
. They were still looking around for seats when they spotted me.
The moment our eyes met, Zixia's expression brightened with surprise. She tugged at Ahe and called out to him. Ahe
looked at me with equal astonishment.
"Brother Rong, you're here too?"
"Yeah."
Meeting them was much more fun than watching TV alone.
"The air conditioning here is so comfortable. You really know how to find a spot. Did you know we were coming?
Did you save these two seats especially for us?"
Zixia said with a laugh, even though we'd probably only exchanged a total of fifty words—or
maybe I was overestimating.
I gave an awkward smile, unsure how to answer her. Although it was a triangular table, its design wasn't a
perfect equilateral triangle; it was more of an obtuse triangle. Zixia sat very close to me on my right,
while Ahe sat opposite me. It seemed like Zixia and I were a couple, leaving him all alone
. But he didn't seem to mind, continuing his lively conversation.
This was the first time I'd been this close to Zixia since the start of the semester. Zixia always
seemed to have endless energy, as if she would never be troubled by life's worries. Whenever I saw her, she was always smiling
, never looking gloomy. A girl like that made you feel comfortable from the bottom of your heart. Her gentle, subtle kindness
had a magical power, healing the wounds I'd recently suffered from the girl in the library.
I inwardly cursed myself for being so fickle and unfaithful, falling for every pretty girl I saw
, only to end up with nothing.
"Brother Rong, do you want to play XX Tales?"
Ahe is a true gaming expert; he plays all kinds of games—PC games, web games, mobile games—and
the computers here definitely can't handle client-based online games. Even if you wanted to install and download them, you'd need
an administrator's account and password. The game he mentioned could be played simply by opening it in a web browser.
"I'm not playing, you play."
"What are you doing?"
Ahe asked curiously, taking off his headphones and walking over to me. "Stop watching TV dramas, what the hell is so
interesting? Playing games is the real business, young man. Play with me, otherwise I'll get really bored."
"No, I really don't want to play games today. I want to finish watching these episodes."
If it were just Ahe and me, I would definitely have agreed to his request, but today my goddess
Zixia is right next to me, sitting less than a meter away. Who would want to play games?
"What's so interesting? We can watch it at home anyway. Just play a few rounds with me."
Ahe was still persistent. He had a somewhat domineering personality, and he didn't care whether you wanted to or not; as long as he thought
it was appropriate, that was fine. After a few words of persuasion from him, I felt I couldn't resist anymore. Just as the line was about to fall,
Zixia spoke up: "If someone doesn't want to play, they don't have to. Why are you forcing them to play?"
"Hey! Whose wife are you? Why
are you taking someone else's side?" "Hmph, I can't stand to see you bullying him like this."
It seems that students like to experience married life in advance. The way they address each other as lovers is often very adult
-like. I had already noticed this in junior high school.
"You've got some nerve, wait till we get back and see how I deal with you."
"Come on then, I'll show you how I beat you up."
"You've really gotten bolder lately, looks like I have to teach you a lesson."
Seeing the tension between them escalating, I was caught in the middle, torn. "No, no, no, you two...
please don't fight."
My hands waved in the air as if I were preparing a defense against a physical fight, but they both
suddenly burst out laughing. "We fight like this all the time, we won't actually hit each other, don't worry
."
"Rong-ge, you're so funny."
It seemed I was worrying unnecessarily. Later, A-He didn't force me to play games with him anymore, and put on his
headphones to focus on the game. I also wore headphones and watched a TV series, but my mind was entirely
on the girl beside me, my eyes always intentionally or unintentionally stealing glances at what she was doing.
After watching the TV series for about ten minutes, my thoughts were in turmoil. Summer is the best
season of the year to admire girls; there's no better weather. Because of the rising temperature, girls often wear
very little clothing—short skirts, hot pants, t-shirts, wide-necked tops. I even saw a girl wearing a
V-neck long-sleeved shirt, though her figure was rather average; I didn't see much curves.
Taking a shower is a daily necessity. Girls might skip class, but they would never skip a shower. Girls use
different shower gels, and the scents are endlessly varied—delicate, strong, stimulating—there's always one
you'll like. I sat next to Zixia, the scent of her shower gel constantly wafting into my nostrils. It was a
rather light fragrance, a mix of floral and fruity notes, relaxing the senses. I couldn't resist leaning closer to
savor it in her ear.
"What are you doing?"
"Huh!"
I was wearing headphones and didn't quite hear what Zixia said. She stood up and walked over to me, looking at my computer screen
. "You're watching this drama too?"
"Yeah."
"Is it good?"
From her expression, I could tell she quite liked it. "I think it's great, really good.
"
She smiled sweetly, then turned and went back to her seat. I thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly,
Zixia went and moved her chair over, sitting shoulder to shoulder with me.
My heart started to race. If the previous seating arrangement was considered close, then
our current seating arrangement was something only boyfriends and girlfriends could enjoy.
"Give me one of your earphones."
Zixia said this in a very coquettish tone, and I felt a strange, indescribable feeling,
a tingling sensation as if my heart could feel it too.
I was using my own in-ear earphones; I wasn't used to the ones the school provided. Without thinking much, I took off
my right earphone and handed it to her, worried that it might have earwax. I had just cleaned
my ears yesterday, and if I embarrassed myself in front of my goddess, she would be disgusted to death.
Zixia didn't even look, and naturally put it in her left ear. So, we each had an earphone,
leaning against each other, watching TV.
I didn't care what was playing at that moment anymore; my emotions were still fluctuating. Was she always
so informal with other guys? Wouldn't Ahe be angry? I thought of Ahe and quickly glanced at
him. He was still engrossed in clicking the mouse and keyboard, completely oblivious to us.
"Look, look! XX is out, he's so handsome! He's only eighteen. Although the male lead is handsome too, I just
like him. He's like a little brother to me, so cute!"
When a supporting character appeared on screen, Zixia frantically tugged at my sleeve, practically
jumping off her chair. Her excited demeanor screamed "fangirl," and her loud voice
drew surprised glances from several nearby students. I figured they must think I was her girlfriend, and I basked
in their stares.
"What are you looking at, getting so excited?"
Zixia's exaggerated behavior finally caught Ahe's attention. He took off his headphones and walked over to us. I
felt incredibly flustered, like I was the other woman in their relationship.
"Look, isn't he handsome?"
Zixia asked Ahe, pointing to the supporting actor on the screen. Ahe glanced at him and gave him a disdainful look. "
Handsome my ass! He's all gay and effeminate, just like those sissies from South Korea. Only an idiot like you would like
him."
Ahe was ruthless when he talked back. I just didn't expect him to treat his girlfriend the same way. At
that moment, I felt that there would definitely be problems between them in the future. It was a feeling that came out of nowhere.
Maybe deep down, I wanted to steal her away.
Zixia was naturally angry when Ahe insulted her idol and tried to punch him. Ahe wasn't the kind of
person who would let his girlfriend have her way. He grabbed Zixia's wildly swinging fists, crossed them behind her back, and pressed them against
his chest. He then pulled her into his arms and sat down behind her, the two of
them sitting on the same chair.
Their playful fight attracted the attention of the nearby students again. It was the same group of people as before, but the way they looked at me
was a little strange again.
"You're really getting out of hand!"
Zixia struggled a few times in Ahe's arms, more like a spoiled brat than a struggle
. After a few movements, she suddenly blushed and whispered
something shyly in Ahe's ear.
I never liked watching these kinds of games between boyfriends and girlfriends. The playful fight had already knocked Zixia's other
earphone off, and I was still focused on my TV drama, seemingly oblivious to the fact that my crush was flirting with another man right next to me. Of course, I
couldn't concentrate; my crush was right there beside me, flirting with another man. No one
could resist watching.
After Zixia finished speaking, Ahe quickly glanced at me. I was wearing glasses and resting my chin on my hand, effectively
hiding my voyeuristic glances. So I knew when Ahe looked at me, and
I also knew when Zixia was blushing and whispering to Ahe.
Seeing me completely oblivious to the world around me, Ahe chuckled and whispered something in Zixia's ear. In that instant, I
realized the truth behind their actions.
That was it—Ahe must have used his filthy penis to rub against Zixia's buttocks, something I'd longed for, dreamed of countless times.
It's a common romantic game between couples, but
I never imagined Ahe would be so bold as to do it in front of everyone.
My feelings were incredibly complex; bitterness and pain dominated, but there was also a hint of excitement.
Perhaps my imagination was running wild, projecting myself and Ahe into the characters, imagining
myself as the one engaging in such intimate behavior with Zixia, and that the goddess's shy expression was caused by me.
Another reason is that she's no longer the obedient, innocent, and pure goddess I imagined
. She's just an ordinary person, a lustful woman, a
lowly woman who can be pinned down and fucked by a man. I no longer need to have any respect for her; I can easily replace Song Xuanxuan
as my new masturbation object.
My penis secretly hardened in my pants. The thought of fantasizing about
masturbating to this slut after this is over filled me with uncontrollable excitement, but then I felt a pang of disappointment. Are all girls
this lowly? If my pure goddess has become like this, are there still any
innocent girls in this world worth loving?
A deeper thought is whether only bad boys can get girls. Is someone like me, who
imagines love to be too perfect, feeling that even holding hands is abrupt and offensive, destined to never
find a girlfriend on my own merits, only through family introductions or blind dates?
Before I could even wallow in self-pity, my keen ears caught some explosive news, making my scalp
tingle. "Do you dare to kiss Rong-ge?"
A-He whispered with a mischievous grin in Zi-Xia's ear. Zi-Xia smiled shyly, nudging
A-He's chest with her elbow. She didn't seem angry as I'd expected; in other words, subconsciously, she didn't think it
was something she couldn't do or that violated her morals—it was just a matter of whether she dared and wanted to.
These were conclusions I'd reached after repeatedly considering them back home. At that moment, I couldn't think about
such things. My body was stiff, my breath ragged, and my heart pounding wildly. What if Zi-Xia really came over and kissed me
?

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