Mirror Girl

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I broke up with my girlfriend a few hours ago and am back in the ranks of the single.
After she took all her things, everything in the room seemed strangely out of place:
two-thirds of the closet was empty, so I had to hang my few pairs of trousers and shirts scattered around; the light blue towels hanging on the bathroom
towel rack now took up the entire iron rod; the doorway was spacious enough that I no longer needed to
awkwardly lean my sneakers and dress shoes against the wall.
While tidying up, I swept and mopped the floor, sweeping up a lot of long, thin black
hair—the kind of hair that girls never seem to stop shedding—and dumped it in the trash can. But, like before, while mopping
, I also let a few strands of long hair get tangled in the mop, the only difference being that the hair remained, but the person who left
those strands was gone.
It's a beautiful holiday, but I'm staring blankly at the TV. The screen keeps showing
the images of comedic guests from Japanese variety shows, accompanied by loud, mocking laughter, but I can't remember who they are or
what they said.
It's all because I was too selfish, loving myself far more than I cared for her.
The breakup at this time just happened to be because someone willing to put her first appeared; there's nothing more to say
.
And I wasn't really sad, really.
I only need a few days to adjust to the freedom of being alone, the joy of being alone, and the extra few hours each
day . Then I can leave the loneliness behind and fill the blank hours I don't know how to spend
.
I turned off the TV, went downstairs to the convenience store across the street, bought a coffee to replenish my sugar and combat the almost
complete exhaustion, and browsed the comic book store, hoping to read some of the new releases to pass this
suddenly blank Saturday afternoon.
"This news is ridiculous," the shopkeeper suddenly said to a customer next to me
as I looked down at the covers of the new releases on the counter, trying to decide which ones to read. "Yeah, that's ridiculous. Didn't their parents tell them? This is practically incest between siblings." Their conversation caught my attention, and my gaze drifted to the TV at the counter. The headline, in large print, read: " Twin Siblings, Parents Divorced and Separated Since Childhood, Fall in Love and Engage in Incest," a very direct and provocative headline, but it certainly conveyed that this was an outrageous news story. "The sister even committed suicide because she was opposed to being with her brother. That's so tragic." The man standing to my left, sipping his bubble tea, repeated the , adding his own thoughts. "If they have a child, it'll definitely be deformed!" The salesgirl at the counter chimed in. Deformed? I remember that incestuous relationships are illegal, right? " Ah, their families would probably object, and they can't even get married. What would their household registration say— siblings or spouses?" That was indeed a good question! The child could consider writing "nephew" or "niece," but that has nothing to do with me— my parents aren't separated, and besides my younger sister, I don't have any other twin sisters who have been kept in the dark since childhood. Let the person involved worry about that. After reading the latest volume of the Japanese manga "Delicious Challenge" in the store, I realized how amazing this manga is. It uses a very serious and earnest approach to the subject of food, managing to reach over fifty volumes . Most food manga start boasting about exaggerated cooking techniques or magical cooking gadgets after less than ten volumes. And what's most amazing is that the protagonist isn't some kid aspiring to be a top chef or a reformed delinquent who becomes a chef, but a junior reporter who considers being a slacker his life's work. After reading the manga, I rode my bike to Chung-Yu Department Store and "Yi-Chung Street" near Taichung First Senior High School, wandering aimlessly. I really wanted to buy a pair of boots, but it's summer already, and wearing them might cause athlete's foot, so I had to say goodbye to the friendly greetings from the shop assistants . On Sunday afternoon, Yizhong Street was indeed filled with couples strolling by, most carrying snacks like fried chicken cutlets and braised dishes in one hand, their other arm around each other's waists and holding hands. I, on the other hand, wore a cheap 200 -yuan belt, my hands in my pockets, not at all fitting into the crowd or the romantic atmosphere of a Saturday afternoon. After dinner, I went home and turned on my computer, letting the screen play an adult film with an actress screaming exaggeratedly, but I found I had no interest. Disappointed, I turned it off and lay on my single bed, staring at the air conditioner quietly framed by the window. The air conditioner will probably collect dust later, won't it? Without her, I don't turn on the air conditioner at all. Even the ceiling fan only runs on the hottest nights. At work, the air conditioning on all day makes my temples ache like they're being twisted by a thumb. Unless I'm holding her, which would raise my body temperature even more, the air conditioner is just for decoration. Hugging the thin blanket, ignoring the mosquito bites on my exposed skin, I just wanted someone to hug for a while; otherwise, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. I held her warm body close, her soft hair gently caressing my nose. How familiar and warm that embrace was! I never imagined I could even dream of her, someone I had long since left, appearing in my bed because I couldn't forget her. But it must all just be a dream; real life is too disappointing, unlike the sweetness of dreams. Her warmth felt so real! Even the scent of her hair was that lemon-scented shampoo. Afraid of wafting away and waking up, I kept my eyes tightly shut. Even if it was just a dream, I wanted to hold her one last time, my arms wrapped tightly around her, inhaling the fragrance, feeling the warmth of her body against my sides. She shifted in my arms, and I felt her turn to face me. Her small breasts pressed against my chest, her cheek against the top of my chest, my chin against her forehead, and her right hand on my waist, gently stroking the skin exposed outside my clothes. Only she would know that place so well, knowing how it would arouse my body temperature, urge my pulse , and send blood rushing to my lower abdomen. My left hand instinctively slid under her clothes, grasping her firm, slender waist. I lowered my head and offered my lips, and she seemed to have been waiting for me. Her tongue slipped through my lips, teasing and licking my tongue, my passion, but unlike before, it didn't fiercely scratch my gums; it simply focused on intertwining with mine. Before I could even focus my attention on her, my shorts were slowly pulled down, revealing my entire lower abdomen, warm…

Her warm little hand slipped inside my pants, grasping it and pulling out my briefs, gently stroking it, one stroke at a time.
My excitement reached my mouth as I greedily sucked on her sweet saliva, and she, too, craved me. I kneaded
her breasts, large enough to be filled in my palm, making her suppress her gasps.
I casually pulled up the short-sleeved shirt covering her beautiful body and pulled it off. Just as I was about to hug her again,
she slid down, bringing her face close to my waist, sticking out her tongue to lick what was in her hand, covering it with her warm lips , taking it into her mouth, carefully and cautiously avoiding her teeth digging in, more skillful than ever before, as perfect
as a dream. The constant, warm teasing made me grab her arms, pulling her light, soft body onto my back as I lay there. She wasn't surprised at all; she moved closer, kneeling on my lap, lifting my shirt, and sucking on my chest, her tongue slowly pressing against my nipples, moistly licking them —a rhythm that didn't make me itch or struggle. She squatted down, her buttocks leaving my thighs, and then her hand moved to my groin. Holding my penis, she pressed it against her warm body and slid it inside. It was an unusual warmth, a burning warmth that mirrored the fire within me, not the kind of heat that felt forced. Enveloped in that different kind of intense heat, I began to feel the pleasure from her swaying hips, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, her hip bones never clumsily hitting my pelvis . She had never had such powerful, tireless legs. I opened my eyes, reaching out to touch her violently bobbing breasts, my hands touching them. Without my glasses, my vision was blurry as I looked at her face, but I realized it was different. I grabbed her hand that was pressed against my chest, pulled her upper body towards me, and made her fall onto me. Although she lost her balance , she immediately knelt down and continued to sway her body. I squinted to see her face clearly, and it didn't look like it should at all—no large, teary eyes, no small but delicate, pert nose, no chubby cheeks, only slightly thick eyebrows and full lips. "Who...are you?" Even though I was dreaming, I still wanted to know what made her share my body temperature. "Shh," the girl put a finger to her lips, telling me to enjoy it quietly, and she closed her eyes, lost in the moment, not wanting to be disturbed. The constant pleasure coming from my lower abdomen made me not want to think anymore, focusing on responding to her swaying and thrusting upwards. Her coquettish reproach told me that she was also losing her mind. But I opened my eyes again, looking closely at her face, her features that seemed so familiar to me. Her left eye was an inner double eyelid, her right eye an outer double eyelid; her naturally curly hair was slightly wavy, not the kind of perm her ex-girlfriend deliberately gave her; her thin nose and slightly flat, unremarkable nose; the way she pouted her lips… “You look just like me when I was in elementary school …” Yes, almost a carbon copy, except that after entering junior high school I grew taller and stronger, no longer staying at 154 cm tall, and without a beard and Adam's apple, that skinny boy who looked like a little girl. “Hmm…” I couldn’t tell if she was responding to me or just breathing softly because of pleasure, I only felt her speed , desperately trying to squeeze out the warm current in my body and release her passion. I tightly hugged her narrow, thin shoulders with prominent collarbones, holding her, and her knees were also wrapped around the sides of my buttocks, and her body trembled violently, and I reached my climax and ejaculated violently. Her body trembled violently, and I reached my climax and ejaculated violently. Whether this was a dream or reality, and who she was, I had never been so thoroughly touched, my body reaching a state of utmost satisfaction, falling asleep embraced by her beautiful, gently fragrant body. This topic was approved by smallchungg1985 yesterday at 19:30.

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