[A True Story: How I Gave My First Girlfriend Three Years of Free Time and Money] (The End) Author: Yu Doudou from Central South University of Science and Technology

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Author: Yu Doudou from Central South University of Science and Technology
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Two days ago, someone I hadn't contacted in years suddenly reached out to me. His tone and attitude remained calm and collected,
reminding me of things I'd done ten years ago. I felt terrible; this secret had been buried deep in my heart for far too long
.

The day he contacted me happened to be the thirteenth anniversary of my meeting with my first love.

This man is the man I fear most on Earth. The story only has 3-4 characters: me, my girlfriend Y,
and the man, let's call him X. Let's begin. My girlfriend Y and I met thirteen years ago in a high school.
We started dating in our first year. She was a very simple, well-bred girl, very beautiful, from a
good family, and academically excellent.

She was completely infatuated with me. Before the college entrance exam, she became increasingly attached to the relationship, and her grades
dropped to average, while I went from a poor student to a top student.

Later, I got into the best university in Qingdao, while she went to a third-tier university in Hunan.

Until we went to university, the most intimate contact we ever had was holding hands; I even still had my first kiss. Back

then, my family was very strict, and we hadn't been in contact during the extremely long summer after high school graduation, so
we broke up.

It wasn't until university that I started having sexual thoughts; maybe I was a late bloomer.

Seeing the beautiful girls around me and my classmates being intimate with their girlfriends, I started thinking about
her every day, fantasizing about making love to her every night.

After holding back for a long time, I finally mustered the courage to contact her. It went smoothly; after one phone call, we were back to normal
.

But the distance was too great, and my desire grew stronger and stronger.

I started teasing her with text messages every day, and she was very cooperative. After a few days, we started having sex via text messages
.

Communication wasn't as convenient back then; texting cost over ten yuan a day.

After a few months, because of the high cost and the growing boredom, we stopped doing it as often.

Just then, the mobile company really came along and introduced monthly data packages, which was a godsend for us.
We both started using mobile QQ, and became even more unrestrained in our indiscriminate chatting. But this kind of play eventually got boring, so we
started role-playing. Every night, my girlfriend would play the role of her classmates or friends, and the content of our conversations became increasingly
lewd .

She went from not even knowing what sex was to being able to talk about lewd things after just over two months of my "training," which
surprised .

But I got bored again soon enough! The next discovery, the root of all this trouble, was that I
accidentally came across a pornographic novel by an author named Hu Zuofei, whom many people are familiar with.

It was about how watching your beloved woman have sex with other men was far more exciting than having sex yourself.

I instantly fell in love with this kind of play and couldn't wait to try it.

First attempt: I told my girlfriend about my new discovery that very day. She was first surprised, then angry, and
clearly stated that it was impossible.

Young and impetuous, I wasn't about to give up easily. Persuasion was my forte, but my girlfriend's attitude was exceptionally
firm, so I had to settle for second best: role-playing.

She agreed, and I often pretended to be my classmate to chat with her.

I vividly remember the first time: "Hey, I see you texting with xxx every day, I want to try it with you too."

And so began another period of debauchery. From impersonating a classmate, then creating a fake account to add
her, to using my classmate's phone to chat with her, it became increasingly shameless. Of course, we had a secret code; no matter
what identity I used, as soon as I said the code, my girlfriend would immediately enter a lewd mode.

At this point, I was already planning to actually find someone.

A crucial interlude: a phone with a camera appeared. My girlfriend's family was quite well-off; that year she upgraded to
a Samsung X608, a phone I still keep to this day.

It was this phone that led us into this debauched and sordid period.

I still remember the first photo she sent; I still have it in my album, but I won't say which one.

A close-up of a breast surprised me greatly. Why would Y, always so refined and elegant, suddenly send such a
photo? Even though it didn't show her nipples, it was still a surprising start.

I convinced my family to get me a new phone with a camera, and I sent her a photo of my private parts for the first time
. I was incredibly excited.

Normally, we started exchanging nude photos while having text sex. Then

the terrifying man X appeared: Xmarksthespot. This man's name had two
Xs in it.

Actually, I'm quite timid, but I really wanted to find a man to have sex with as a girlfriend, but only for text sex.

Finding someone was difficult; it was rare to find someone as bored as me. And back then, the internet wasn't as developed, so I had to search like
a needle in a haystack on QQ, asking one by one, "Do you want to have text sex with my girlfriend?" At first, I not only didn't
find anyone, but I also frequently got insulted.

But fate loves to create coincidences. One of my QQ accounts, a female account, used my girlfriend's profile picture.

Once, someone added me on social media and directly asked for text-based sex. I was so excited I almost jumped for joy! I readily agreed
to have sex with my girlfriend; I liked seeing her being with other men, but he had to send me the chat history—that was his only
condition.

He readily agreed, of course.

So I gave him my girlfriend's QQ number (I deeply regretted not having her use a secondary account) and our text-based sex

code .

I excitedly masturbated and waited for their chat history.

For the first time, I saw my beloved woman so wanton.

I waited until 3 AM, but X didn't say anything, and my girlfriend's avatar remained lit. In this anxious moment,
I received a call from my girlfriend. I knew I was done for; I'd been exposed.

When I answered, my girlfriend was crying, saying she was a good girl and still had pride.

We were silent. She hung up and sent a text message with only two words: "Break up." I didn't reply. I
regret it so much.

X didn't contact me after that.

Ultimately, people are overcome by desire, especially a slut like me who thinks only with his lower body.

Three days later, I asked X for the chat history, but he wouldn't give it to me. I started to wonder how he had
been exposed, what information he knew about me and my girlfriend, and what I would do if he found out my true identity
.

This speculation lasted for a week until my girlfriend forgave me: a week later, my girlfriend took the initiative to forgive me. She said she loved
me very much and didn't want to leave me, but on one condition: she would never play such an absurd game again, and there would never be a next time.

We made up.

We continued to text each other every night, but she sent significantly fewer photos. Basically, I had to beg her for a week to send
me one, and even then, I couldn't recognize her.

I was still worried about X. We kept in touch, but he would go offline as soon as we got down to business. I had to swallow my pride
and ask my girlfriend what had happened that day.

My girlfriend was very straightforward and told me that nothing had happened, we just had a heart-to-heart talk, and she hadn't told him any information.
She only got angry at the end when X said that I had arranged for him to add her on text-to-sex.

My heart, which had been heavy for weeks, finally settled down.

(Only after things spiraled completely out of control did I realize that this was all X's carefully laid plans. He was unfathomable
; he was merely using this opportunity to get to know my girlfriend. Their so-called heart-to-heart talk
was entirely preparation for what would happen later.) A terrifying desire: I went to Hunan to visit my girlfriend. It was our first time in
a hotel room, our first time alone together. We were both so nervous we couldn't speak. I held her and slowly undressed
her .

Her body, her skin, had appeared countless times on my phone.

How could such a pure girl utter those obscene words?

Thinking about our previous debauchery, I felt ridiculous and childish.

She didn't say anything, letting me undress her, and quietly lay on the bed.

Ironically, I had no intention of sleeping with her. Because I loved her, I wanted to marry her, saving her virginity for
our wedding. I was trying hard to restrain myself.

If I took her virginity now, I knew we couldn't go the distance. I wanted to respect her.

I said it directly, and my girlfriend was somewhat disappointed.

Because we lived so far apart, we couldn't see each other often. I suddenly suggested
taking some photos to help me relieve my urges when I got back. My girlfriend didn't say anything, just nodded slightly in agreement.

I took photos and videos, not missing a single detail of her.

I said, "I want to take pictures of you giving me oral sex."

She opened her mouth slightly. It was ridiculous; my first time giving oral sex was like this. I was only doing it for the photos,
completely ignoring the feeling. I captured the filthy scene. My girlfriend said she didn't want to play anymore, then got dressed
and gave me my first time.

Actually, that was the only time she ever gave me oral sex.

After three days in Changsha, I had to go back to Qingdao. We said goodbye at the train station with great reluctance.
The last thing she said to me was about the photos on my phone. She said to delete them. I said my phone could be
password protected, and I had hidden them in the most secret folder. She couldn't persuade me otherwise, and could only say not to show them to others, as she would be very
sad.

I left Changsha.

Back at my familiar school, I regretted not having sex with her.

Because of missing her, I kept quiet for a long time, almost deleting those photos several times.

But I ultimately couldn't overcome my desire and decided to keep it, to go find X! I had to see her having sex with
someone else ! (I think I was completely mentally disturbed at this point; I felt that even sleeping with my girlfriend wasn't
as satisfying as letting someone else see her breasts.) This terrible desire led us into the abyss. First step of the plan: I
must train her! I must see her with someone else! I thought about these things every day.

So I picked some topless photos of my girlfriend without showing her face and posted them on some pornographic forums, and also sent them to X.

X was very calm; he said he knew I would contact him again, that people my age just couldn't control their desires.

At this point, X didn't say anything, believing that I could train her, and that he could wait.

An evil plan was born in my mind: I would pretend to have lost my phone, because it contained a lot of
my girlfriend's pornographic photos and chat logs, as well as her name and phone number, which would definitely be seen by someone.

I was excited when I thought of this plan and quickly put it into action.

I told my girlfriend I lost my phone, and she immediately burst into tears on the other end of the phone. Shamelessly, I wasn't even a little
sad for her.

I told her not to worry, I hid it well, and whoever found it would just wipe the ROM, and then it would be gone.

After comforting her, I went straight to X.

I told him I told my girlfriend I lost my phone and gave him my girlfriend's real name and phone number, suggesting he contact her for some
texting.

X understood perfectly; I didn't need to say anything more.

He called my girlfriend.

When she contacted me again, she wasn't angry. She said it wasn't all my fault; she shouldn't have let me take pictures.

I asked her if that person asked her for anything. She said she was going to report it to the police, but the person didn't ask for
anything , only saying he wanted to be friends on QQ and wouldn't force her.

He sounded very sincere, saying he was just a working-class guy with no money or power, and just wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with a female college student; he
had absolutely no ulterior motives.

After hearing all this, I pretended to be angry and demanded to call the police, but inside I was filled with regret. How could X be so
incompetent? Such a good opportunity, such a beautiful girl, he could have gotten her with just a few threats.

(X later told me that you can't push a girl too hard, you have to take it one step at a time. He also said he already had a general
understanding of his girlfriend's personality, knowing she was timid and overly compassionate; he felt threats were just a supplementary
tactic .

) At this point, I still hadn't realized how terrifying X was. X told me he
'd be friends , and he'd definitely send me the chat history, and he'd help me with the "training.

" I was already eager to see the text messages between him and my girlfriend.

X was incredibly patient, and at this point, he had nothing that could truly threaten my girlfriend
, because I had only lied and said my phone was lost; my girlfriend only thought X had the photos.

At this point, I still thought X hadn't obtained anything truly dangerous, and that I could still control him. But I
was terribly wrong .

The real threat: I later learned that X was in his early thirties, owned a small company, and was relatively well-off. His
greatest skill was manipulating people's minds.

What is a real threat? Using nude photos to blackmail or entice is child's play. A real threat is
someone completely understands your inner thoughts and knows your weaknesses.

More than a month has passed since the previous plan, and I still haven't gotten what I wanted. Several times I've considered
finding someone else, but I have no reason to. Finding someone else would be clearly telling my girlfriend that I willingly gave the photos to someone else.
Well, all I could do was wait.

I asked my girlfriend if that person had contacted me again, and she said he hadn't called again, just chatted on QQ about
trivial things relationships and childhood anecdotes.

My girlfriend even said that the person was quite nice and told me not to worry about the photos anymore.

X kept his promise and sent me almost all the chat logs, which, just as my girlfriend said, were
not what I wanted to see at all! Looking at their chat logs, I realized that my girlfriend had really let her guard down with him.
From the content of the chats and his tone, it was clear that X genuinely wanted to be friends. He claimed to be a working-class guy and
that he could never be with a real female college student. He humbly told his story, and my girlfriend occasionally
revealed our story to him, even saying bad things about me.

I asked my girlfriend if she had a crush on him. My girlfriend said it was impossible; she was just chatting on purpose, trying to coax him
into deleting the photos. They had been chatting for two months before things took a turn for the better.

That day, X seemed to have foreseen the turn for the better and gave me a live stream of their chat.

My girlfriend had classes in the last two periods of the afternoon. They chatted before class, and when she said she had to go, X
was reluctant, saying he really wanted to be intimate with her. She got angry and told him it was impossible.

I remember their first time very clearly...

X

: "You know, I look at your photos every day. I respect you and don't want to hurt you further,
but I'm also a human being with needs. You can satisfy XXX (my name) every day, can't you help me?"
Girlfriend: "No, don't even think about it." X: "My request isn't high, I just want to touch your calf, is
that okay?" I can't forget this opening scene all these years.

Because at that moment, what I truly wanted began.

X told his girlfriend he didn't want actual text sex, he just wanted to hear "yes." He repeated
several times, "Can I touch your calf?" His girlfriend finally said "yes," adding,
"Only the calf, no higher." (Honestly, I was so excited at that moment, finally
seeing her intimate with someone else, I actually slept.) After saying that, his girlfriend said she was going to class and logged off QQ.
X also ended the live stream.

I never expected their progress to be so fast. Did his girlfriend have feelings for him?
I lay in bed thinking, when X sent another chat message. His girlfriend was in class at the time, and it was sent from her phone.
The gist of it was that he wanted his girlfriend to put her hand inside his pants and scratch him. His girlfriend actually said yes and even asked if he
was , saying she didn't want any smell.

(At this point, I wasn't excited at all; instead, I was angry and regretful. I felt his girlfriend had feelings for him.)

That night, X and his girlfriend had a proper text sex session.

X told me three days later.

I got what I wanted, obtaining the records of my girlfriend's text-based sex with someone else.

After that, X didn't ask for sex frequently and promised my girlfriend that he would stop after a few times and
would delete the photos and records.

(Afterwards, my girlfriend proactively told me that she had text-based sex with that person because she thought he would keep his word and delete
those things, hoping I wouldn't be angry, and that she was just going through the motions and had no ulterior motives.) In that month,
they had sex about 5 times, and X sent me the records on time each time, letting me masturbate. I really
enjoyed it that month.

I was satisfied at this point and didn't want anything more outrageous.

X's first step in control: X knew that he couldn't do anything with just chat records, and I couldn't
send him my girlfriend's nude photos, so he had to try to control my girlfriend himself.

Finally, he took action. He told my girlfriend that he wasn't some kind of employee, and his purpose wasn't limited to
text-based sex; he also knew that those text messages were all fake and perfunctory.

In fact, they were both pretending.

X confronted her, demanding that she send him nude photos. He threatened to send all the photos from her phone to her
classmates, along with their month-long "cheating" chat logs, and then to her boyfriend, me.

My girlfriend was completely stunned and lost her composure. She asked me for help, because while she had already confessed
her conversations with X, she was still worried about the photos on her phone.

My reason told me it was time to stop; change her phone and QQ number, and X wouldn't be able to find her.

Once again, my desire overcame my reason.

I started advising her that as long as he promised not to contact her, she should give in; it was better for him to see it one person at a time than
for many people to see it.

She suggested calling the police, but I countered that it would be pointless; he hadn't asked to meet her, and the police wouldn't bother
.

I started constantly telling her not to overthink it; things had already come to this point, and it was impossible
to avoid losses; she should try to minimize them.

During this time, my girlfriend, who had been a bright and innocent girl, became gloomy and even started drinking heavily.

Meanwhile, X remained calm, waiting for her decision.

You can't fight city hall. Under my relentless persuasion and X's constant pressure, my girlfriend finally gave in.

Simply put, my second period of bliss began, and I could finally see the chat logs with pictures and text.

(I still have some of these records in my photo album; feel free to dig them out if you're interested.) I was practically
obsessed with masturbation during that time.

The real abyss: X wouldn't give up so easily. He must have known he was close to getting this woman ,
and I realized it too—I was truly out of control. This virtual relationship between X and my girlfriend lasted for six months,
but my relationship with her actually improved. She told me that he hadn't contacted her again;
it was like he'd vanished.

Actually, I knew I'd seen their chat logs.

My girlfriend did this entirely to protect me and avoid hurting me.

We continued our text-based lovemaking frequently. Sometimes, she would send the same photo to both
of us, mostly to me, and sometimes she'd even text-feed both of us simultaneously.

At this point, X was completely in control. He used nude photos to control my girlfriend.

On the other hand, if he revealed that I had orchestrated and directed the whole thing, I might not even be able to
save my life.

X bluntly told me that he wanted his girlfriend's virginity and wanted to completely control her.

X demanded that I continue to help him secretly. At this point, I did too many stupid things. X registered
a QQ account for covert operations and joined all of my girlfriend's social circles, even the QQ group for her parents' company.

He was also honest with my girlfriend, saying he wanted to meet her, have sex with her, and if she didn't comply, he
would post her nude photos in those QQ groups, where her teachers, classmates, parents, parents' colleagues, and school leaders would all see them.

Moreover, X wasn't in a hurry and told my girlfriend she needed six months to think it over.

At this point, X's attitude towards me turned into a command, ordering me to break down my girlfriend's defenses, and that
I should suddenly take her virginity at this time.

My girlfriend wouldn't agree to this; she immediately changed all her accounts and cut off all contact with X. Meanwhile, I kept finding
excuses to tell X about my girlfriend's new accounts, like her QQ account being hacked.

The Last Line of Defense: At this point, X had my girlfriend figured out. He started contacting some of her classmates (I had
previously added them to QQ groups for his alternate account), occasionally leaking small photos to them. For example, he'd add a boy from her class
on QQ and directly ask, "Want to see nude photos of Y from your class?" making those boys incredibly horny, but X
never actually revealed anything.

He did this to make my girlfriend feel the strange looks from those around her,

gradually breaking her down.

X knew that if he released her photos now, he wouldn't have any leverage over her, and she would definitely
abandon him completely. So X was waiting for the perfect opportunity.

I felt so sorry for my girlfriend at this point, but I couldn't think of any solutions. The opportunity suddenly came: her
CET-4 (College English Test Band 4) was coming up, and my girlfriend's English had always been poor. With the pressure X and I had been putting on her lately, passing
it was impossible.

But my girlfriend had always been seen as a good student, and if she failed, her family would definitely be very unhappy.

I told XX about this plan. He bribed the proctor at my girlfriend's school to give her preferential treatment
during .

A week before the exam, XX said this:

"Y, if you want to pass the CET-4, I'll help you pass. I don't need to tell you the conditions; you know them. You just need to
agree now.

If you don't agree, I'll destroy you on the day of the exam, while you're sitting in the exam room.

If you agree, I'm not in a hurry. I'm not one to make empty promises. You'll
get . After your CET-4 results come out, if you pass, come find me on the same day." This was a
handwritten letter, which I still keep. The above is part of that letter.

This time, my girlfriend didn't ask me. She sent XX's phone a single word: "Okay." XX told me this news, and if Y
wasn't a virgin at the time, he would release her nude photos after sleeping with her and tell my girlfriend about my despicable plan.

He even asked if I wanted Y's virginity-destroying video.

I didn't reply.

After the CET-4 exam, my girlfriend indeed received tremendous help.

Summer vacation arrived.

This summer, my girlfriend didn't go online at all and rarely turned on her phone.

Two days before she left for school, she asked me to come to her house so she could give me her virginity.

Actually, we live very close by. Thinking about X's threats, I told her I had already gone back to school in Qingdao. She cried.
I asked what was wrong, and she just said nothing, that family issues had upset her.

Actually, at that time, I was only a ten-minute walk from her house.

A few days into the semester, the grades came out. My girlfriend scored 83. That evening, around 6 PM, she sent me
a message saying "I love you" and then turned off her phone. I knew that X had succeeded with the
once pure and innocent Y that night, and that he had taken her virginity. The one who got her was a stranger, and the one who caused this ending was her beloved
boyfriend I only remember that I was very drunk that night. In the past month or so, she lost 15 pounds. Complete control: X stopped contacting me,
and my girlfriend became a different person. I called my girlfriend every day, and we talked about everything. When we talked on the phone, my girlfriend
was really happy. But often around 10 PM, my girlfriend would disappear. I knew that she had been called away by X again
. My girlfriend still loved me very much, often asking if I wanted text lovemaking, and occasionally sending pictures that showed a little bit of skin.
A year later, X told me that he was going abroad for two months and asked me to go visit Y, giving me 5,000 yuan.

My girlfriend, I had to get permission from another man to go see her. I skipped classes for a long time and almost got
expelled to go to Changsha to see my girlfriend.

With the money X gave me, I took my girlfriend around everywhere. To make her happy, I pretended not to know anything.
I used the "payment" to have a wonderful two months with her. We didn't have sex; we just
slept tightly in each other's arms at night. My girlfriend told me not to worry, that it was her first time with me. But I knew that the first time of the woman I loved
had been given to a man I had never met.

The two months passed quickly, and X returned to his country. By then, my girlfriend had become nothing more than his sex
toy. An unexpected birthday gift: my girlfriend's birthday during my junior year of college. By then, she had been with X for a year and a half.

I received a package; the sender was simply X. Inside was a CD and two pairs of stockings.

Along with a handwritten letter, "XXX, I know you like stockings. You haven't seen Y wear them yet, have you? This
disc is specially recorded for you. One pair of black stockings is the ones I made Y wear for three days now, and the other pair of flesh-colored stockings is
the ones she wore when I first made Y cum. Enjoy!" The disc contained two videos. The first one was of my girlfriend
showing off her black stockings. Screenshots from this video had already circulated widely; I'd seen them
several times , but they were always blurred. The ones on this disc weren't blurred.

This was the only time I'd ever seen Y wear black stockings.

Her legs were truly beautiful.

In the second video, I ejaculated before I finished watching it the first time. Y was naked, being ridden by X in a doggy style position.
Y kept looking at the camera, my face flushed as I moaned beneath someone else.

Finally, my girlfriend really did ejaculate. X kept ordering her to look at the camera. Even now, thinking about that video still excites me.
Two months later, X contacted me again, asking me to come to school to be with Y, and even to accompany Y to an English class. I went to
Changsha again. My girlfriend's thin figure was gone, and she looked and felt great. Of course, I knew this was because of X's countless
acts of pleasure. I stayed in Changsha for three days, accompanying my girlfriend to class, eating snacks, and shopping at the supermarket. My girlfriend was very happy. That night,
we hugged each other naked, and she asked me if I would love her no matter what happened. I said yes.

At this time, I also noticed that my girlfriend's figure had changed a lot; she was no longer a child, and
was even more perfect than before.

After I returned to Qingdao, I received another DVD from X. This time it was a 3P. I couldn't wait
to watch it. My girlfriend was wearing sexy lingerie, being played with by two men until she was completely captivated. This video was 90 minutes long.
In my mind, I actually said, "Honey, you've worked so hard." Besides X, the other man in the video was my girlfriend's English
teacher. Only then did I realize why X had asked me to accompany my girlfriend to her English class. We were even sitting in the front row, reading
the text very attentively. The teacher even called on my girlfriend to answer a question, and at the time, I didn't feel anything was amiss.

In the 90-minute video, the English teacher ejaculated three times: once inside her body, once in her mouth, and once on her face.

The final agreement: Graduation was approaching, and X should have gotten tired of playing around. He signed an agreement with my girlfriend, saying that once
Y got married, he would break off his relationship with Y and destroy all documents. He even put his fingerprint on everything. It was only then that my girlfriend learned X
's real name.

A few days after lyX's graduation, my girlfriend got drunk again. I had a job and some money by then, so I went to Changsha
that day . My girlfriend took me out drinking and told me everything. She said that in the past two years, she wasn't herself anymore;
she had become X's plaything, but she had never gotten pregnant. She asked if I was still willing to marry her.

Of course, I was, because my tastes had never changed.

I told my girlfriend I didn't mind at all; I was willing to marry her as long as she was willing.

I had just returned to Qingdao when X contacted me, saying, "Since we already know, let's have a threesome." I didn't agree and replied,
"I love watching others have sex with Y; it's more enjoyable than when I have sex with her myself. You should have your fun with her." Actually, I'd
been enjoying it for the past two years, watching the woman I loved being played with by others—it was incredibly pleasurable. Soon after, Y graduated and returned to
Qingdao for work. She asked if I still enjoyed watching her have sex with other people. I said a little. She said, "
What will you do if we don't want to do that after we get married?" I said, "It's okay, I love you." I broke up with Y, not because of X, but because her
family thought my conditions were too poor and didn't approve. Until the breakup, I hadn't slept with Y. A year later, Y
got a new boyfriend. She seemed very happy, and they got engaged. X jokingly told me, "Now she'll be having sex with other people for the rest of her
life ; you can have your fun for the rest of your life.

" X kept his promise and never showed up again after Y's engagement.

I also received a huge package containing over thirty CDs, complete with dates and locations. It took me
a year to watch them all. I
witnessed my girlfriend's transformation from being forced to passively accepting and finally cooperating.

She practically became a professional actress, engaging in everything from casual sex and mild SM to threesomes and role-playing. After our marriage, she suddenly called me late
one night, asking if I had found X. Of course, I denied it.

I also asked her if women could fall in love with men who had sex with them. She denied it, saying she only had
physical needs for X, no feelings whatsoever.

She even asked if I would still let her find X if we got married. I said yes, I liked it. She
smiled , said sorry I didn't marry her, and hung up.

That last call was five years ago. Y's child is four years old and looks a lot like Y!

I often visit her social media; she seems very happy now.

I'm getting married soon too. I can't say my old hobbies are completely gone, but now it's just fantasizing about my wife
and other men.

Occasionally, when I'm home alone, I'll take out those CDs and watch them.

In my heart, Y will always be the most beautiful. The reason I'm writing this is because just two days ago, X suddenly
appeared on QQ. He said he got married, and his wife is the same type as Y. He said he had some more photos of Y that
he wanted to blur out and post on CL, asking if I minded.

I didn't reply, but photos of Y did appear on CL. Luckily, her face wasn't shown, and there weren't many.

Before writing this, I destroyed all the CDs. After he finished speaking, for the first time, I truly felt
deeply for Y. I felt terrible and decided to write down this biggest secret in my heart. My last words are:
I'm sorry, Y, I love you.

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[A True Story: How I Gave My First Girlfriend Three Years of Free Time and Money] (The End) Author: Yu Doudou from Central South University of Science and Technology

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