[Chapter Seven (Final Chapter)] [The End]

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10 Edit 　　A while ago, I compiled six of my scattered writings into a collection and posted it (if you want to see it, the link is here: "My Six Experiences"). Thanks to the administrator for highlighting it, and thank you all for your attention. This piece, written on Valentine's Day and New Year's Eve, I don't know when you will see it, but in any case, this is my last piece. The reason is very simple: I'm tired, and even if I write again, I don't want to write anymore. I have a few points to clarify. First, if you are only interested in meat, you can skip directly to Part Three. Second, the Shangqiu girl I mentioned in Part One who got married is the one I mentioned in Experiences Five and Six (if you don't want to find it in the collection, the individual articles are here: Experiences Five and Six). Third, the protagonist of this piece is the eight-point Nanjing girl I mentioned in the preface of the collection whom I planned to woo (you can see the preface of the collection for details). The photo is below; I only showed half her face because she is just an ordinary person, and I didn't need to go too far by posting it without blurring her face. But I still want everyone to appreciate it, haha. Finally, goodbye— I wanted to have a relationship, but ended up having sex with someone. —Foreword (I) On

January 28th, I checked the almanac; it wasn't an auspicious day, but she got married anyway. I went to Shangqiu alone to attend her wedding. To be honest, I had absolutely no feelings for her; we were just classmates and casual sex partners, yet I paid 1000 yuan for it. Of course, if it weren't for this physical relationship, I think I would still have to give her a gift, but with this physical relationship, I don't feel like I lost out now. When the newlyweds were toasting, I raised my glass, wanting to tell the groom, "The bride is nice, I'll drink first," but "drink"... The double entendre was probably obvious to everyone, so why cause trouble? I simply swallowed the second half of the sentence along with my drink. Looking at her, I suddenly felt a pang of melancholy, like a daughter getting married—a feeling that struck me as subtle. At the previous ceremony, she had thrown her bouquet to the audience, and those female classmates whose names I had long forgotten mischievously passed it to me. In my memory, this was something girls were supposed to catch, but what did it mean to me? I wanted to refuse, but the emcee said that men and women were equal, so we should all... That's how it is. At this moment, at the dinner table, she stood in front of me and lectured me, saying, "I think your marriage is a long way off, unless God suddenly bestows a marriage upon you. Otherwise, relying on yourself, you'll only encounter bad relationships." (She repeated what she had said to me when I posted about my breakup on social media.) "Bad relationships"—she was referring to my previous relationship, which I had repeatedly complained about, and which only lasted a month. I think you all know about this relationship; I mentioned it in a compilation, specifically in the fourth picture. That girl was easier to get than I imagined; I still can't tell who was manipulating whom. I'm not a player, so after having many physical experiences, I felt guilty. This guilt is like the toothache I still experience; I only feel the tooth when it hurts, and I only vaguely feel guilty when feelings arise. Regarding the seriousness mentioned in the preface, I'm not sure if I was lying to myself, but one of my thoughts at the time was that if I couldn't sleep with her by May, I would break up. Of course, the breakup didn't happen until May, and of course, even after I slept with her, May didn't come.

(II) Yangzhou and Stockings

The phrase "descending to Yangzhou in the third month of spring" evokes a sense of romance in ancient times. However, the reality is that when you want to flaunt your charm, you can do it anytime. "Traveling" is just an excuse; "being together" is the real purpose. Whether it's playing together or sleeping together, she already knew when she firmly answered "yes" even after being told it would be a two-day trip. A woman who knows she has to wear high heels on a long trip probably thought she'd spend more time in the hotel than on the road. It's very close from Nanjing to Zhenjiang; Jinshan Temple and Xijindu can be visited in half a day, and in the afternoon, a ferry is taken across the Yangtze River to Yangzhou. At night, Dongguan Street is like Xijindu with lanterns lit up, no different from Nanjing's Laomendong, with people strolling among the antique-style buildings. A middle-aged girl who loves pink always thinks she's cute, but she doesn't realize that men see her eating cotton candy. The woman with the sugar was like a woman seeing a man eating cotton candy; her rhinestone-studded high heels were unbearably tacky. It turns out that "greasy middle-aged man" doesn't just refer to men. But I still held her hand as we walked on the cobblestone path, mentally planning how I would unlock the door and how she would moan. The "skin-wrapped water" three-ingredient bun was indeed delicious, so much so that I ate her portion under the pretense of dieting. The signboard was read from right to left, which she naturally didn't know, pointing and asking me what "water-wrapped skin" meant. I laughed, "The first character is yours, the last two are mine," and then started to walk away. She stared at the signboard, grabbed me, and said, "You're such a pervert." Her expression was indescribable; besides being pretty, she was utterly useless (not an exaggeration, she had low emotional and intellectual intelligence and warped values, which was the reason for our breakup—I couldn't tolerate her). Dongguan Street Whether it's Xijindu, which I visited this morning, or places like Laomendong in Nanjing, or Nanchansi Temple or Dangkou Ancient Town in Wuxi, they're like modern saleswomen dressed in ancient-style clothing. Beneath the monotonous imitation ancient architecture, a touch of local character adorns the scene, and the rest is dominated by Yiwu's small commodities. In front of a small shop, she picked up something, waved it in front of me, took it, and turned to leave. Helpless, I could only bite my steamed bun, take out my wallet, hand over a pink piece of paper that not only middle-aged girls but also greasy middle-aged men like me would like, and without even counting the change, I dashed after her. She, however, walked leisurely, hands behind her back, as if nothing had happened. I snatched the item from her hand, and lo and behold, the words "Langsha" and "pantyhose" jumped out at me. "Wow, you're a pro," I said with a laugh. "No, I just thought the heart on the packaging was cute" (there was a cutout heart on the packaging to distinguish the sock colors), followed by that disdainful expression. On the way back, I was oblivious to time and somehow wandered back to the hotel. I collapsed onto the bed, sprawling out in a "spread-eagle" position. "You're so dirty, take a shower," I said, "I don't want to," as she stood by the bed and tried to pull me up. I got up, but she took my place, raised her hands above her head, and stretched. I turned around, straddled her, and pressed my face against hers, but she pushed me away. "No, go take a shower." Reluctantly, I decided to take off my clothes to shower. "Go to the bathroom to take them off," she said, covering her eyes. Haha, this kind of girl who knew she was going to be slept with before even leaving the house still maintained a touch of affected modesty at the last minute.

(III) The Temptation of Black Stockings

(IV) Unconventional Approach and Direct Penetration

When I saw her pull out one hand, hold my penis, and try to penetrate her already wet cave, I knew a fierce battle was about to begin. But facing such a familiar girl, I truly dared not act without any protection. I am not an irrational person. Although I am not a seasoned veteran, I felt that she was more experienced than me, and it was always better to be safe. On the other hand, we had only known each other for less than a month before discussing marriage and settling down in Nanjing. I was afraid that she might be pregnant or that I might have gotten her pregnant and thus be tricked. I didn't say it directly to avoid embarrassment. At this moment, I reached out one hand, wrapped it around her neck, pressed her body down, and kissed her. She had been holding my penis with one hand and only supporting herself on the bed with the other. When I pulled her over like this, she naturally lost her balance and pressed her whole body against me. Unable to move her hips up and down, she couldn't sit on me. My other hand slipped between our intertwined bodies, caressing her genitals, then inserted a finger, preventing her from guiding my penis inside. Women will be women, after all. Pulling my hand away from her neck, I propped myself up, pinning her beneath me. I pulled out my wallet and took out the condom lying there (I always carry three condoms in my wallet, not for romantic encounters, just to hold onto my money). Since she was so wet, I just needed to go straight in. The sex itself wasn't particularly exciting, just like yours. Man on top on the bed, embracing her on the chair, thrusting straight in on the table—but the most noteworthy was the standing doggy style with black stockings and high heels, combined with the mirror in the room, it was incredibly lewd. Finally, I ejaculated on her tattered black stockings and buttocks.

(V) And so it ended.

Naturally, she didn't go anywhere the next day; she could barely stand, let alone wear high heels. Later, they broke up, for the reasons I mentioned before: "extremely low emotional and intellectual intelligence, and distorted values." We were just playing each other's tricks.

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