【He and That Girl】(Complete) Author: Dao Chai

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He and That Girl
Author: Dao Chai
Word Count: 26,000 words
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Their first formal meeting was on the afternoon of a departmental assembly.
Out of respect for his friend who was a departmental officer, he always attended departmental assemblies, but that
was all. Except for a few matters he was genuinely interested in, he was usually too lazy to even raise his hand to vote.
However, the recent departmental assemblies seemed to be a bit more lively, after all, it was the beginning of the new semester, and university freshmen
were always more enthusiastic about everything.
At the beginning of the semester, there were too many things to organize, and the departmental assemblies were particularly lively at this time, mainly concerning
the freshman camping, inter-departmental basketball, and cheerleading competitions. Although the actual time was still far off, and the cheerleading competition
was even next semester, the departmental officers had already begun their vigorous promotion and preparations, which was only
natural.
After leaving the venue, he rubbed his eyes, wondering if these activities, mainly for freshmen, would
ask the sophomores and above for support.
Last year, as a freshman, he participated in basketball games and cheerleading activities. He remembered a few
upperclassmen joining in, but he wasn't sure if they were student leaders or just
extra helpers recruited from upperclassmen.
Anyway, he hoped they weren't. If they did ask for help, he figured it was best to refuse. He
'd experienced that last year; it was time for him to sit in the stands.
"Wait a minute, upperclassman."
Just as he was thinking, a voice called out to him.
This was his first official meeting with the girl.
It wasn't exactly love at first sight. In fact, he was followed by more than one group of five or six
female freshmen. The girl among them didn't immediately leave a particularly strong impression.
They were one of the first small groups of freshmen to form a close-knit group. Several of them were the more academically driven
type, and they were chatting with some department council members to gather information about several professors. Coincidentally,
one of them was a friend of his from the department council. That friend saw him walk out and immediately called for the group of female students
to catch up, claiming that all the important information was with him.
He was somewhat amused and exasperated. Young men of this age inevitably exhibit some affected traits, and his
own affected traits—to put it nicely, he was calm and taciturn; to put it bluntly, he was a bit of a cool-headed person. This indirectly resulted in
his social circle not being very active; all his friends, including that friend from the department council,
were only acquaintances because they "happened to sit very close" or something like that.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought.
A group of female students were chattering around him. As a senior student and a young man, this wasn't
unpleasant. None of them were particularly unattractive; in fact, they were all quite attractive. His friend in the department association
couldn't possibly be annoyed.
Therefore, his sudden request for the group to shift their attention to him might have been because his friend was
busy with other things, but a mischievous intent was also likely involved. He smiled wryly to himself. Since his friend had offered such "good intentions," 　　how could he
not uphold his dignity as a senior student? 　　It was true that he was quite familiar with some professors, and recommending them wasn't wrong. Since the female students were there 　　, offering advice as a senior wasn't a big deal, and the temporary illusion of being the center of attention 　　was enough to make him feel a little smug. 　　Even after he finished speaking and the group of female students left, the girl in his mind was still just an ordinary 　　face; he didn't even remember what she had said during the conversation. 　　However, recalling their first meeting later, the girl's image became clearer. 　　A simple, neat ponytail reaching her waist. A 　　complexion that, while perhaps not quite a deep tan, still possessed a healthy glow. 　　A cheerful, bell-like voice, and eyes that sometimes blinked, sometimes crinkled with laughter. 　　In fact, his initial ideal partner was quite different from that girl. 　　Cute, petite, quiet, introverted and shy, gentle and considerate, seemingly needing 　　protection like a little bird, as lovable as a doll, preferably someone who loved reading, as if she were a princess forever living in a library… 　　that was his ideal type. Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to seriously use such a dreamlike standard to find a partner; this image was 　　mostly 　　for self-amusement , and he remained a believer in fate when it came to relationships. 　　However, the girl who actually entered his life was so different from his ideal type that it 　　slightly surprised him. 　　In terms of physique, his ideal petite figure stemmed from his desire to enjoy the feeling of a woman nestled 　　against him. His sexual fantasies during his virginity often included positions like the "train bento" position, where the smaller the woman, the better. 　　Even though he rarely had a specific, fixed sexual fantasy, holding a woman tightly, leaving her 　　with no support other than his own body, and thrusting fiercely until she begged for mercy was often the highlight of his 　　masturbation. 　　It wasn't that the girl was as tall as a model or even a supermodel; it's just that he was 　　about 176cm tall, while the girl was close to 170cm. When they stood together, although they looked 　　quite well-matched, they were certainly not his ideal type. 　　The difference in personality is obvious. The girl is cheerful and lively, seemingly born to be 　　surrounded by grass and sunshine. While not a particularly outstanding athlete, she certainly has a 　　well-proportioned figure that seems perfectly suited for track and field. However, she has never consciously developed in that direction, so whether she truly has that potential 　　remains a mystery. As for 　　appearance, since the ideal type is just an empty shell, there's no real point of comparison; it's mostly 　　based on the concept of "cute," or rather, the atmosphere created by her temperament and appearance. 　　In any case, if you were to pinpoint the keyword for that girl's first impression, it wouldn't usually be "cute," but rather...

The most fitting adjective would probably be "heroic."
It wasn't the kind of aura one would expect from an organizer or leader; that girl hadn't really held any leadership
positions. Her heroism was more akin to the confidence of an athlete, a vibrant and joyful spirit.
He later secretly compared it to his own.
In the past, he dreamed of lifting a princess in his arms.
In the end, however, he held hands tightly with a female knight.
At that moment, he knew nothing about the girl's other characteristics. He
truly began to be impressed by her two weeks after their first meeting.
That evening, after class, he was riding his motorcycle back to his rented apartment, passing through a food street—his
usual spot for a treat.
"Uh…senior?"
Standing in front of a stall, waiting for his dinner, he turned at the sound of her voice and met her slightly uncertain
gaze. Her face was flushed, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead with sweat.
He quickly recalled a face he vaguely remembered from two weeks ago, then smiled and said, "Oh,
junior, you're here to buy dinner too?"
"Good thing I didn't mistake you for someone else." The girl's slightly shrugged shoulders relaxed, and she smiled, continuing
, "Yeah, it's on my way anyway, so I thought I might as well try everything on this street and see if I can
gain some culinary expertise this semester."
"Hmm, that's a huge undertaking. Actually, I thought about it before, but I only tried a few places halfway through, and
I still haven't finished this great undertaking." As he spoke, he pondered the girl's words, and
a question arose in his mind. He asked curiously, "Wait, on my way? You don't live on campus?"
After a few seconds of pause, the girl seemed to be thinking about something before replying, "Yeah, I rent
a place outside."
"I see." He nodded, indicating understanding. "It's a bit of a shame I've never lived in an on-campus dormitory. I lived there
for a year, and living with others was a bit restrictive, but it was also a fun experience, and convenient for attending classes.
Living off-campus early isn't bad either, since it's hard to get a room for second-year students and above anyway. Like me,
starting my third year this semester, I was pitifully kicked out; my luck was just too bad."
The girl lightly touched her chin with her index finger, tilted her head slightly, and smiled, saying, "That's not quite right, senior, your luck is already
very good."
"Oh?"
The girl pouted and continued, "I originally wanted to live on-campus, it's cheaper, but... I didn't get one
, so I had to live off-campus."
He also opened his mouth in surprise: "Didn't get one? That's really unlucky."
Generally speaking, first-year students are mostly guaranteed a spot when drawing lots for on-campus dormitory beds, but there are indeed a
small number who still don't get one.
"So..." The girl shrugged helplessly.
The shopkeeper was almost finished preparing his dinner. He took out his wallet and, noticing the girl didn't seem to be riding a motorcycle,
said while taking out the money, "Do you have a bike? Do you need a ride? If you're on this street, and it's not necessary to ride
onto the main road, you won't get caught without a helmet."
After this question, the girl was silent for a few seconds. Only after he paid and received his dinner did she slowly nod
and say, "Then... thank you for your help, senior."
After the girl bought her dinner and climbed onto the back of the already started motorcycle,
he, sitting in the front, was surprised when she gave him a general location. "Where do you live? It takes half an hour to walk to school... no, it might take longer,
right? I also live nearby, but I have a motorcycle, but you..."
The girl on the back seat smiled wryly, "I don't like living in places that are too noisy. This area is full of shops, right?
I skipped this area quickly at first, and accidentally ended up further back. Just when I was thinking it was getting too far, I found
a place that I liked in terms of price and facilities. After hesitating for a while, I decided to stay here. Although
it's a bit far, it's not too bad. Leaving an hour earlier is fine."
"I see..."
After starting his ride, he wondered if he should offer to give her a ride to and from school in the future.
However, he quickly dismissed the idea. First, it would be too abrupt; second, he wasn't particularly planning
to pursue this girl at the time, and offering her a ride was just a casual question; third, their classes might not be compatible. They just happened to
finish at the same time today, but that didn't mean they would all have the same schedule from Monday to Friday.
Halfway there, he checked the rearview mirror several times, looking at the girl behind him.
It wasn't that he was intentionally trying to admire the girl's appearance, but rather... to make sure she hadn't fallen off the bike.
Because he felt almost no contact with anyone behind him, and the girl's hands weren't on his waist or shoulder, meaning
she was holding onto the rear handlebar for balance—which was normal—but he also
felt absolutely nothing on his back. Thankfully, the bike still felt its weight, preventing him from thinking he was carrying a ghostly female student.
Much later, while chatting with the girl, he learned that she had leaned back almost entirely, her buttocks practically resting on her own hand gripping the handlebar, 　　choosing this awkward and uncomfortable way to ride
because she didn't want too much close contact . 　　It wasn't that she had a bad impression of him; having initially presented a reliable senior, among the people she'd met in the short time since starting university, the girl already had a good impression of him—otherwise, 　　she wouldn't have approached him to chat 　　when they saw each other on the street . 　　Although she seemed outgoing and carefree, the girl, living alone for the first time, was actually quite 　　wary. Even though she was the one who greeted him first, 　　her defensive instincts kicked in when he asked for her address and offered to take her home. 　　If it weren't for the fact that she was tired from a physical education class that day, and the motorcycle was a huge temptation, she 　　would have seriously considered refusing. 　　After all, the common perception was that a "new junior" was essentially "the prey of the upperclassmen." 　　After dropping her off, they didn't talk much more; she waved goodbye and walked into the alley. 　　He didn't run into her again in the following days and quickly forgot about the encounter. 　　However, since they were students in the same department, even without chance encounters off-campus, they still had a certain connection on campus.

A chance encounter was possible.
One evening, after finishing his classes, he sensed an impending
need for reference books from the course schedule.
Based on experience, waiting until the professor announced the books before rushing to the library was too slow; they might already be checked out.
He'd either have to scramble to borrow copies, spend money on new books, or just grab whatever
was available online, only to be given a low grade by the relatively strict professor…
Rather than fall into those predicaments, it was better to act first.
So he went to the library and saw the figure sitting at a corner table.
Seeing only the back wasn't enough to confirm the person's identity, so he walked to the person's side and finally
saw their face. At the same time, the person looked up from their books.
"Ah, senior," the girl said, startled.
Unlike their last meeting, this time the girl was wearing black-rimmed glasses.
"Hi, are you looking for books?"
"Yes." The girl smiled broadly, her hands fiddling with the pages of the book on the table, seemingly trying to
hide it, but forcing herself to appear nonchalant.
As he approached from behind, he could roughly tell she was reading a romance novel, and
those books were also on this floor.
The girl seemed slightly embarrassed about what she was reading, yet also felt she should be open and honest;
reading these kinds of books wasn't anything shameful. These conflicting thoughts left her momentarily
flustered.
Seeing her subtle movements, he chuckled. She wasn't some clueless middle school student; even
boys reading romance novels wouldn't be a problem, let alone a girl who seemed to fit that genre.
He wasn't so oblivious as to insist on bringing up the novel on her table. Instead, he turned slightly to look
at a stack of books beside her. These books were different from the novel she was reading; they were clearly
related to her studies.
Clearly, the girl had originally come to find these books, and only picked up other novels that interested her after she had collected them all.
"You're going to need these books so soon this year?"
He frowned slightly. Many of these books were ones he had used last year, and some had even
been borrowed when he had initially wanted them. The girl had found a complete set, but in his memory, it had only been a few weeks since the start of the semester, so
it shouldn't be time to use them yet.
"The teacher mentioned a list of books we might need in the previous classes. Didn't you suggest that we grab the books early
, so we can photocopy the key information and share it with our friends? I brought a bag with me today because
I wanted to borrow them and read them slowly."
The girl flicked the large canvas bag hanging next to her chair with her finger, a smile spreading across her face.
"Hmm..."
He was somewhat surprised. Although his advice had been given earnestly, from his perspective as someone who had been through it all, it
was essentially the same old advice. He vaguely remembered hearing similar things from upperclassmen when he first entered university, but he hadn't really
taken it to heart until he gradually grasped the pace of the courses.
This girl in front of him didn't seem to be the most enthusiastic or talkative among the group of female students who had asked him questions back then .
If he hadn't given her a ride earlier, he probably wouldn't have recognized her when he entered the library today. He hadn't expected that this
girl had actually taken his words to heart.
"Actually, you don't need to read so many books so early..." He pursed his lips, paused, and then said,
"Well, if you're really interested, it's good to start early. If you become familiar with them,
you can even complete some reports without looking at the books, and it'll be much easier when you need to refer to books and compare information."
"Yes, yes." The girl nodded vigorously, while using a method she thought wouldn't be noticed to
place the reference books on top of the romance novels.
He observed this, merely smiling to himself, before asking again, "But, with so many books, are you going to take
them all back today? Doesn't your home live very far?"
The girl gently shook her head, saying, "These aren't all of them. I know it's quite a distance,
so I've already selected them in batches. I'll come back to borrow more tomorrow. The university library is so great; one card allows you to borrow so many books.
It's much better than the village library near my home."
"Won't it be too heavy?"
"Well, I just estimated the weight, and it should be manageable… I just think
borrowing too many times would be troublesome."
He remained noncommittal upon hearing the girl's words. Judging from the thickness of the stack of books, they weren't so heavy that they couldn't be carried back
, but carrying them for half an hour to an hour would certainly be quite a burden.
Checking the time on her phone, the girl took off her glasses and said, "I'm almost hungry,
senior, I'll head back now."
She put the books on the table into her canvas bag, intending to borrow them from the counter. As for the
novel she was reading, she hesitated for a moment after picking it up, but finally put it in the bag, planning to borrow it and finish reading it.
After saying goodbye to the girl, he also went among the bookshelves, searching for the books he wanted.
There weren't many books he was looking for, but a few were quite difficult to find, taking him quite a while. However, when he found about half of
them, he suddenly stopped and let out a soft "Oops."
Such a simple thing, and he'd only thought of it now.
Should he have offered to give her a ride home?
Would it be strange to chase after her and ask now? He hesitated for a moment, but the image of the girl carrying that large bag
of books, walking back step by step, flashed through his mind, so he put down his books and quickly followed her.
Unsurprisingly, the girl was already gone.
Now that he knew the general direction of her home, there was still a chance he'd bump into her on the way. If he chased her out of the library right now
, he might even find her before she left the school gates.
But was it necessary?
After thinking about it, he decided against it. He hadn't developed strong feelings for her yet. Having a chance to get
closer to the junior was nice, but since the opportunity had passed, he wasn't bothered to chase after her anymore.
Had the junior expected him to offer her a ride? Or perhaps the opposite—that she wanted to...
Should he leave quickly to avoid such an offer?
Now it's impossible to know. Perhaps he's just missed a crucial turning point in his university life
? He jokingly thought to himself, not too bothered, and went back upstairs to finish finding
the books he was looking for.
As everyone knows, fate is the most unpredictable thing.
After the girl left, instead of immediately chasing after her after finding the books, he leisurely
strolled among the bookshelves, even flipping through a novel.
He felt a little embarrassed for not offering her a ride earlier, and now, after catching up with her on his bike and letting her go quite a distance
. Although pretending not to see her and riding past was also an option
, he decided to stay longer, figuring he wouldn't run into her halfway before heading home.
Plans never keep up with changes.
After leaving the school, he still encountered the girl.
And it was at the intersection of the snack street, quite close to the school.
The girl wasn't alone; she was standing with a group of about six or seven men and women,
chatting in front of a tofu pudding shop.
Should he go say hello, or just leave? He was initially considering the latter, but just as he was thinking about it, the girl
's gaze happened to turn in his direction.
Actually, he wasn't sure if the girl had noticed him at that moment; it was likely just a passing glance
. But he decided against ignoring her and pulled over next to the group.
"Ah, senior."
The first to call out wasn't the girl; there were other female students in the group who had come to ask him questions that day.
He also recognized from afar that some of the boys were his fellow second-year students. They
weren't particularly close to begin with, and with more elective courses and less interaction among classmates,
he wasn't really familiar with these guys. But since they were classmates and he had no grudges against them, he figured they could
talk, so he chatted with them for a bit.
Based on the conversation and his prior understanding of these students, he roughly understood that
several second-year students were taking first-year female students out for dinner.
There was a student cafeteria on campus, the food was inconsistent, but the prices were definitely cheaper than outside. Many freshmen
had previously eaten all their meals there and weren't very familiar with the food street. The second-year students
had invited some female students they knew to introduce them to the specialties of various nearby shops.
Of course, a more important reason was to use this opportunity to get closer to the female students. He knew this, and the
female students probably knew it too. But this was, after all, a normal social activity. The upperclassmen taking the female students to
dinner in the bustling street was safe and wouldn't make the female students feel uneasy. He also knew these students had
very legitimate motives, such as recruiting them into clubs.
More strictly speaking, this was just a prelude to testing each other; whether there was a future opportunity would
be explored from this moment on.
But the girl wasn't with this group.
On one hand, they had just talked in the library, and the girl was carrying a heavy bag of books; on the other
hand, the girl seemed somewhat embarrassed.
He had never considered himself particularly good at reading people.
But today, at this moment, for some reason, he quickly discerned some clues from the situation.
It wasn't a tense atmosphere; everyone was chatting happily, discussing what to eat later,
their plans afterward, and the girl was smiling and talking to another female student.
However, he vaguely sensed a hint of unease in the girl's smile.
The other female student talking to the girl was one of the others who had come to ask questions earlier, and he remembered her as
the one who had talked the most. They were probably friends, and she was currently trying to invite the girl to join their evening activities,
probably going to karaoke or something.
The girl had already declined, but unlike her seemingly straightforward demeanor, it was a gentle,
tactful, even somewhat ambiguous, refusal.
The other female student didn't notice the difficulty in the girl's eyes, seemingly believing that persuading her was just a matter of time.
Just as the other female student was about to speak again—
"Ah, right!"
Without thinking, he spoke to the girl first.
"Junior, do you want a ride today? Those books are quite heavy, and it's on my way anyway." Only
after the words left his mouth did he realize there was a problem.
Unlike last time, this time he offered her a ride home in front of a group of people.
A senior giving a junior a ride was a normal thing, unlikely to lead to rumors of them
sleeping together, but it still had the potential to become gossip.
The girl looked over, her gaze unreadable—whether it was confusion, surprise, hesitation, or some other emotion
. She had probably thought a lot in that short time.
After a moment, before the other female student could ask any questions, the girl nodded.
"Then, thank you for your help today, senior."
This time, the girl still gripped the back handlebars with both hands, but didn't maintain the same distance as before.
Perhaps his wariness had lessened, mainly because her expression was gloomy, and she seemed to be thinking about something else.
"Is this the place?" He remembered the location he had taken her to last time.
The girl on the back seat didn't get off, but instead asked, "Senior, aren't you going to buy dinner today?"
"Ah." He was taken aback by her question, then smiled, "I forgot to buy it just now. It's okay, I'll ride back
and buy it."
"Senior, do you like tofu pudding?" Another unexpected question.
"Huh? Uh, not really, I don't eat it very often, but I buy it occasionally."
"Um... I bought two servings of tofu pudding. I'll find it too greasy if I eat two servings by myself. Senior... although
this probably can't be eaten as a main meal... Senior, would you like to eat one for me?"
"Hmm?"
Besides the large canvas bag she was already carrying, the girl had also been carrying a small plastic bag, which she
had placed on the pedal area after getting on the bike. Only now did he notice that the plastic bag contained two bowls of tofu pudding.
Could it be… that the girl bought two drinks specifically hoping to eat with him?
Of course not.
Under the streetlights, the two didn't go home separately, but sat in the park's pavilion.
For a long time, the only sounds in the pavilion were the clinking of plastic spoons against paper bowls and the slurping of tofu pudding.
He knew the girl wasn't in a good mood, wanted to start a conversation, but didn't know where to begin. Finally, he reluctantly
started talking about the pile of books she had borrowed, rambling on about academic advice.
In the current atmosphere, this was clearly a terrible topic, completely unable to liven up the conversation.
However, just as he was feeling a little dejected because of the dull topic, he heard the girl chuckle softly for no apparent reason.
He didn't know what the laughter meant, but after that, without him asking, the girl took the initiative to talk about her own
affairs.
From childhood to adulthood, school life was always full of various cliques, and the situation was even more serious for girls than boys. This girl had always disliked this situation, 　　feeling extremely annoyed by the backstabbing and sarcastic remarks
between two or even several groups of people . 　　After entering university, the world, far more expansive than elementary and high school, opened her eyes. Making 　　friends with a group of girls wasn't difficult for someone with her qualifications. 　　However, her fears were about to surface. 　　While no exclusion or conflict had yet arisen, she noticed various cliques 　　gradually forming. 　　This wasn't the worst of it; she wasn't naive enough to think university wouldn't see such situations. However, seeing 　　the new friends she'd often spent time with at the beginning of the semester now showing clear signs of distance, she foresaw 　　the friction to come and felt deeply disheartened. 　　Another younger student, who had been wanting to invite her out today, was one of her favorite new friends 　　, someone she liked and got along with best. However, while the girl wasn't comfortable with going out all night with a group, the younger student seemed 　　to enjoy it. 　　Hearing this, he understood her feelings. 　　From what he understood, those second-year male classmates weren't really from bad backgrounds, and they were actually 　　quite nice people. They were just a bit party animals. Going to karaoke and partying all night with them wouldn't necessarily turn them into delinquents, 　　or lead to them getting drunk and being forced into bed... at least not for now. 　　For university students, this was a common activity; he himself had gone a few times, but wasn't very interested and 　　hadn't gone with that group since. The other girls understood he wasn't part of their group, so they hadn't been so tactless as to 　　invite him to join them. 　　Today's events were all amicable, and shouldn't escalate into a conflict, but the girl was beginning to 　　realize that their circles were different, and she and the other female student might not be able to become 　　close, confidantes. 　　The extra bowl of tofu pudding was originally bought for the other female student. 　　Initially, the other female student hadn't come with the whole group; she had met the girl alone on the street. 　　Right next door was a tofu pudding shop that the girl had tried recently and really liked. She wanted to recommend it to 　　another junior student and decided to treat her, so she bought two bowls. But before she could even mention it, 　　the group arrived. The girl then learned that the other junior student had arranged to meet someone on the street and wouldn't have had a chance 　　to give the tofu pudding to that person. 　　This led to their conversation in the pavilion. 　　"Ah, sorry, I'm getting carried away," 　　the girl said, sticking out her tongue and smiling apologetically. 　　"I'm probably just worrying myself. It's nothing serious or strange, we didn't even argue or anything, 　　yet I'm upset about it. It's a bit strange, haha." 　　"It's not strange at all. I sometimes think about similar things. Come to think of it, we're at 　　an age where we tend to think a lot, right? It's a problem if we take everything for granted and don't investigate. 　　Thinking more and reflecting more shouldn't be a bad thing." 　　He picked up a spoonful of tofu pudding, not rushing to eat it, but looking at the girl. 　　"University, well, it's the prelude to entering society. Like you said, university is far more expansive than elementary to high school 　　, and the variables in interpersonal relationships are much greater. If you can observe the interactions between people and gain insights, then you 　　've learned something, that's a gain. Carrying these insights with you when you look at people might help you find more compatible 　　friends." 　　The girl stared at him and slowly said, "It sounds like... I overheard a counselor or something talking." 　　"Uh, really?" He quickly swallowed a mouthful of tofu pudding. "Excuse me, but, well, this so-called 　　senior's air, I've unknowingly started acting mature, and my speech is getting more and more clichéd." 　　The girl shook her head and said, "The principles are all the same, but whether it's clichéd or not depends on 　　the person saying it. I think... you spoke very well." 　　"Oh, I see, um, that's good." 　　Although the girl was tactful when rejecting others, she was very direct when praising them. Now it was his turn not knowing 　　what to say, and he could only continue eating in silence. 　　"Found... someone more compatible... right?" 　　the girl murmured softly, inaudible to anyone but herself. The streetlights shone from behind, 　　obscuring her features, but revealing a crystalline clarity in her eyes. 　　The girl was quite busy afterward. 　　Freshman orientation camp, the freshman basketball tournament, and the cheerleading competition—which wouldn't start until the next semester but required preparation in the previous semester 　　—naturally meant she was among the first to be invited, and she readily threw herself into all the activities 　　. 　　As he had anticipated, due to the slightly lower proportion of male students in the department, the basketball tournament and cheerleading 　　did indeed recruit mainly from second-year students, but the demand was small. A few 　　male students with good relationships with the department association volunteered, and that was enough, so he wasn't dragged into the hustle and bustle, and he was happy 　　to have some peace and quiet. 　　As for the non-competitive orientation camp, he had considered whether to attend out of respect for the girl 　　, but then he thought that as a senior, he would definitely help with a lot of behind-the-scenes work and preparations, so he decided against it.

That would be disrespectful.
All he did was cheer for his department at the women's basketball games.
Or, more precisely, cheer for that girl.
On the basketball court, the girl's performance wasn't particularly amazing, but at least she delivered a respectable, not
disappointing, result. In the end, the department's women's basketball team finished fourth overall, failing to make the top three, which left the girl
somewhat disappointed. 　　She shared everything with him
—her basketball game experiences, the orientation camp, and the preparations for the cheerleading competition next semester . 　　This was because, although they didn't have a fixed time, whenever they met on campus or on the street, they 　　might have a meal together that day, and he would give her a ride home. 　　Interestingly, he only recently learned that the place where he initially dropped her off 　　was actually three alleys away from her rented apartment—a little trick she had kept in mind when she was still wary. 　　Occasionally, they would bring snacks and chat in the park's pavilion. It was 　　quite far from the school, and most of the park's visitors were locals. It was less crowded in the evenings, and its location 　　within a residential area meant that while the park itself was quiet, many residents frequented the surrounding area, making it relatively safe. 　　It wasn't secluded, unsuitable for couples in love to be intimate, but for him and the girl at this stage 　　, it was an excellent date spot. 　　Calling it a date, in reality, he didn't initially consider it one. 　　He wasn't unaware that his relationship with the girl was growing closer; he just felt that since 　　they were enjoying each other's company, it was fine to let things develop naturally. 　　He had some hope for a further step, but hadn't thought that far ahead, nor was 　　he seriously aiming to pursue her. 　　He believed that the two of them were still quite far from that point, and they might end up just being friends forever 　　. 　　What changed his mindset was yet another ordinary encounter, an extremely common scene. 　　That day, he visited the library again. As he went upstairs, he wondered if he'd run into that girl again. 　　Coming down the stairs, he indeed saw her sitting at a table. 　　This time, she wasn't carrying a large canvas bag, nor was there a pile of textbooks beside her. Instead, there was 　　a stack of novels, clearly indicating she was there specifically to read. 　　Seemingly amused by something, the girl chuckled softly, her shoulders shaking slightly. 　　Her long hair, no longer tied in a ponytail, was left down, gathering from her right shoulder towards her front 　　, revealing her remarkably fair nape. 　　He couldn't see it from behind, but he knew she was probably wearing glasses. She was nearsighted, and although 　　she usually tried not to wear them, she had to take them out when concentrating on reading. 　　Watching her back, he began to walk forward, not directly towards her, but to the side, 　　observing her from a distance. 　　He suddenly remembered his standards for his dream girl. 　　During his time with the girl, he had secretly compared her to his ideal type. 　　Although there were some differences, he hadn't paid much attention, simply finding the contrast amusing without developing 　　any other positive or negative thoughts. 　　Today, however, he realized there was one matching trait: 　　she loved books. 　　He had never seriously considered where his ideal type of "loving to read" 　　came from, occasionally attributing it to some pointless prejudice. 　　Now, he vaguely understood. 　　The girl was quite pretty, something he hadn't only noticed today, but 　　among girls her age, she wasn't particularly striking. To put it another way, if she scored 80 points, she'd be considered a pretty girl 　　; the junior who missed out on a bowl of tofu pudding last time might have scored 85 to 90. 　　But that wasn't the key point. 　　The girl was engrossed in her book, one hand turning the pages, the other unconsciously fiddling with the hair gathered in front of her 　　, sometimes frowning, sometimes chuckling softly. 　　Watching her quietly from a distance, he didn't know how long he'd been watching, only vaguely feeling a 　　dizzying sensation, as if being drawn into a vortex. 　　The girl was absorbed in her book, and he was absorbed in watching her. 　　He realized that women engrossed in reading were incredibly beautiful in his eyes. 　　He finally understood that through their time together, the girl had accumulated a considerable 　　amount of affection in his heart, only lacking an inexplicable, purely emotional trigger. 　　This scene of her quietly reading, devoid of any sexual provocation, inexplicably and powerfully pressed that trigger. 　　It wasn't love at first sight, but rather an explosion of affection that had accumulated to a certain subtle point. 　　A surge of heat rose in his chest; he noticed a strong urge to hug her from behind 　　, sudden and irresistible. 　　Of course, he hadn't lost his mind; he still managed to suppress the impulse. He was still surprised at how he had suddenly developed 　　such feelings, but the surge of emotion was so clear that he no longer needed to ask himself pointless 　　questions like "Do I like her?" 　　Noticing the change in his state of mind, and recalling his recent interactions with the girl, an indescribable sense of anticipation 　　and joy arose within him. 　　The girl who had stirred such impulses in him wasn't far away; she was 　　someone he had been closely interacting with for quite some time. At this point, his circumstances were far more advantageous than those of "love at first sight." If he put in a little more effort, 　　the day when he turned that impulse into action might not be far off. 　　Yes, put in more effort, he had to put in even more effort. 　　But how? 　　Examining his interactions with the girl so far, he didn't know whether to feel frustrated or happy. They often ate together 　　, chatted together, and from a pursuer's perspective, it seemed he had already done everything he could initially do, and 　　with remarkable success. 　　He pondered for a long time, still unsure of his next step. He even questioned his own future...

The sudden change in his demeanor was somewhat frustrating. He had initially approached her with the confidence and composure of a senior, demonstrating both
assertiveness and flexibility. But from today onward, he knew he couldn't truly remain calm.
In the end, he could only temporarily suppress his turbulent thoughts.
If he were to dwell on his own anxieties and then look up to find the girl gone, that would truly be putting the
cart before the horse, especially now that he had just confirmed his own feelings.
Anyway, maintaining his image as a calm, reliable, and gentle senior, and continuing to interact with her,
was the right direction. He approached her casually and greeted her.
"Ah, senior!" The girl looked up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, her voice brimming with surprise .
"Great! I just happened to run into you. I was just thinking about whether I should try my luck on the street later."
Seeing how happy the girl was to see him, he was secretly overjoyed, but his face remained calm. "Oh?
Is there something you need?"
"I was just saying, um..."
The girl touched her fingers together, her gaze darting around for a moment, then she adjusted her glasses before finally meeting
his eyes.
"Although you can easily ask others for this, like the department association, I think
it's better to ask you directly."
As the girl continued, he inwardly cursed himself for being an idiot.
This was one of the standard procedures for getting to know a girl, and he hadn't even done it yet,
not even after racking his brains for so long.
"Hey, senior... can I have your phone number and MSN?"
A date requires an appointment. Although it was still just eating and chatting together, exchanging MSN and
phone numbers marked the beginning of a real date. Before that, it was all decided on the spot.
With less randomness, the frequency of their meetings increased significantly.
He originally wanted to drive the girl to and from school every day, but after sending the suggestion via MSN, there was a
long silence on the other end, making him realize he might have been a bit abrupt. Just as he was about to call, she sent a thank-
you message but declined.
However, he wasn't too disappointed, because the girl only declined the morning ride to school; after class, she
had already let him drive her several times. A few more times wouldn't make a difference. After confirming that their class schedules were roughly
compatible, they started arranging a fixed time for him to drive her back to her apartment every day.
This also meant they ate together more frequently, almost every day for dinner.
What else could they do next? Probably go to the movies or go shopping.
He had suggested it, and the girl was very interested. Unfortunately, after researching the movies currently showing, they discovered
that neither of them was interested in any of them.
Although they could still go out together, the girl seemed to want to wait for the next movie season
, as there were films she really wanted to see. Since she said so, he had to postpone the plans.
As their interactions became more regular and frequent, he was happy, but he couldn't help feeling a little worried.
They were undoubtedly friends now, the kind with a very good relationship, but
what if the ridiculous "we're just friends" scenario happened to him?
Did the girl like him?
Even with all his confidence, the pain and embarrassment of being rejected after confessing was unimaginable.
He tried to analyze the situation objectively, concluding that the other person likely liked him too. Their interactions had
been so frequent during this period; it wasn't just that he was pursuing her, it was practically like they were already dating. If, at this
point, she suddenly blurted out, "We're just friends..."
then, aside from emotional hurt, he would first question his own comprehension abilities
.
Then, he suddenly realized something.
There was no need to force a "confession" to rush to the next stage. He could simply follow the flow, trying to
hold her hand, hug her, or even kiss her when the atmosphere was right... If things developed naturally to that point, the confession
wouldn't be a confession anymore, but flirting.
He gave himself a mental pep talk.
By the time the girl truly noticed, they would already be a de facto couple, completely under his
control from beginning to end.
He couldn't help but feel excited; this was perfect, the ideal scenario.
Of course, there are still risks. Besides ending up as just friends, another possibility is that, due to
his slow reaction, even if there's genuine mutual attraction, the girl might slowly fall for someone else and leave him
—that would be equally unacceptable to him.
Although they spend a lot of time together, most of the day is spent in school.
It's not impossible that the girl might gradually become attracted to someone else during this time.
He splashed water on his face at the sink, trying to bolster his confidence.
Undoubtedly, this is a golden opportunity for him. Such opportunities are rare;
what else could he gain from four years of university besides books and ink? This might be the key.
However, he must reiterate:
plans never keep up with changes.
Fortunately, changes aren't all bad.
The next evening, in the park pavilion, the girl was excitedly discussing the cheerleading competition preparations.
The leaders of this year's cheerleading team are very ambitious. Even before the previous semester ended,
the fitting and ordering of the cheerleading competition costumes for the next semester had already begun and would be completed before winter break. In addition, the team members
had already started their initial practice.
When they got excited, the girl even stood up and gestured to the movements she'd been practicing. Since she
hadn't practiced much, the movements were naturally stiff, making them all laugh.
However, when the girl mentioned that other people were watching them practice, his laughter immediately
stopped.
"What do you mean? Someone's peeping?" he frowned.
Knowing he'd misunderstood, the girl quickly shook her head to clarify, "No, it's not like we're changing clothes, there's nothing going on."
"What a voyeur. I didn't explain clearly earlier. Those people are other classmates from our class.
They probably came specifically to watch us practice."
"I see." He nodded.
When it comes to cheerleading, for boys, the main attraction is naturally the girls in their cheerleading uniforms
. It's a rare opportunity. He himself was a member last year, so there was no need for him to go specifically to watch.
However, if the boys from the girls' class went over at this time, not only would the cheerleading uniforms not be finished yet, but they
probably wouldn't even be able to see the dance. The first few practices were basically just some stretching exercises.
The girl who stood up when demonstrating the practice moves hadn't sat down yet. She was pacing around in the pavilion and
said, "Besides, not all of those people are just here to watch the cheerleading practice."
He raised an eyebrow, suspiciously asking, "Not all of them? Is there some kind of conspiracy?"
"There's no conspiracy... um... to say they're not here to watch the practice isn't quite right. Actually, they are still
here to watch the practice..."
What was that all about?
He realized that he rarely saw girls speak in such a hesitant and roundabout way.
"A few of the boys came specifically to watch their girlfriends practice."
Now that half the semester is over, several couples, both within and outside the class, have already formed. He himself
knows that several classmates have successfully dated freshmen girls.
But he feels this topic came up very suddenly; he's never felt this
awkward before, as if… the girl deliberately steered the conversation in this direction.
"By the way, senior." Just
as he was beginning to speculate, the girl stopped pacing, turned to look at the streetlights outside the pavilion, and
glanced at him cautiously.
Generally, the phrase "by the way" indicates that the speaker suddenly remembered something, but he strongly felt
that the girl's "by the way" wasn't spontaneous, but rather something she had thought about for a long time before saying.
"You… have you come to watch us practice?"
"No." Sensing the unusual atmosphere, he answered cautiously.
"Hmm, that's true, I didn't see you either." His tone was unreadable—satisfied, dissatisfied, or whatever—and the girl
swallowed hard before continuing, "No, nothing, just a little curious. Senior, would you
like to watch the practice, or... well... the practice... well, it's not really..."
She trailed off.
It was quite obvious she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to steer the conversation.
Watching cheerleading practice hadn't been the point from the beginning; she was just expressing her feelings and trying to
bring up another topic she'd wanted to clarify, but didn't know how to articulate the most important point.
"Haha."
"Huh?"
Hearing him suddenly laugh, the girl quickly turned around, her eyes wide, her face full of bewilderment.
"Wh-what's wrong? Did I say something weird? I..."
"No, nothing, really." He waved his hand, but his smile remained undisguised.
Hearing this, he was quite certain that all his recent wild speculations had been a waste of his brain.
Turns out, they were both secretly passionate guys.
"Although I haven't been, I really want to go."
"Oh? Hmm." Suddenly catching up on the topic, the girl didn't react for a moment.
"Because I want to see you."
The girl remained silent, seemingly holding her breath, staring intently at him, afraid of misunderstanding
the meaning behind his words.
He smiled bitterly to himself, laughing at his own repressed nature. Why was he still beating around the bush?
Since the girl had already expressed herself in this somewhat clumsy but sincere way, drawing him out, he
should go all in and not respond with the same clumsy roundabout methods.
Taking a deep breath, he also needed to prepare himself mentally.
"I want to see the girl I like, you."
That night, he didn't get any direct answer and went home.
He had expected the girl to rush into his arms with tears in her eyes and respond with a deep kiss, but the girl
was ultimately not that bold; in fact, she was probably even more timid than he had expected.
The girl had no idea how to respond, uttering only incoherent ramblings that were difficult to put into words.
She finally said goodbye in a flustered manner and hurriedly fled home, her skin thicker than he had imagined.
Sure enough, the girl had asked the question on a whim that night, completely unprepared.
Seemingly worried that he would interpret her actions as a rejection, the girl ran a short distance away,
then ran back as he had just left the park, stammering that he should wait for her on MSN that night, before quickly
leaving again.
At this point, it seemed he had a 90% chance of success, but the real outcome depended on the girl's
definite answer. Therefore, when he got home, he immediately turned on his computer and MSN, staring intently at the screen.
He had been fooled.
The girl hadn't been on MSN all night.
She had called directly.
"Because I thought about it later, and realized that these things… even if we don't say it face-to-face, we should at least use
the phone." "
Mm." "
Tonight… I think I've been doing some stupid things, I'm sorry." "
No, not at all."
"Thinking back now, I don't even know what I was saying."
"..." "
Now I'm mentally prepared, and I know what to say."
"Hmm." "
Please take this as an explanation, an explanation of why I suddenly...lost control tonight."
"...Hmm."
"I really didn't intend to say those things, but...lately, when I see classmates in pairs
, my first feeling isn't envy, but confusion."
"Confusion...?"
"Yeah, it's not something that happened recently. Actually, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but lately it's becoming increasingly difficult to let go."
"..."
"Seeing those couples, I suddenly felt confused. As a single person, I should feel envious
and jealous... well, actually I do feel that way, but at the same time, I don't think I
need to envy them too much."
"..."
"I feel like I already have a boyfriend."
"Hmm..."
"But actually, I don't, right?"
"..."
"What I have is a senior who takes good care of me and is very kind to me." "
..."
"And senior... you... are a friend who's so good to me that I almost feel like he's my boyfriend."
"..."
"But how should I view our relationship?"
"..." "
Many classmates have asked if I'm already with you? Besides smiling, I really
don't know what to do. Admitting it is wrong, denying it... I feel... I don't know how to
conduct myself." "
..."
"I feel so panicked, so uneasy. Without realizing it, our relationship seems... at least in my
heart, in my view... like a boyfriend and girlfriend."
"..."
"But actually, isn't it?" "
..." "
I'm so scared... what if I underestimated the world of college students' relationships? What if I'm just being
wishful? What if my views on relationships are still childish? What if I'm just
playing house?"
"..."
"What if... I even thought, senior, that you only... only..." "
..."
"Treat me as..."
"
..." "
..."
After a while, the words that had initially sounded relaxed but later became slightly tearful stopped coming from the other end of the phone
.
His earlier triumphant feeling had vanished without a trace.
Only an indescribable guilt remained.
He remained silent for a long time.
"..."
"..."
"...Senior?"
"Hmm? Ah! Yes!"
"...Pfft." "
What's wrong?"
"Hehe, I'm sorry, senior, did what I just said...scare you again?" "
Uh?" "
Including the time I suddenly said something random in the park before, I've accidentally scared you twice today."
"S-scared me? What you just said..." "
Oh, it wasn't like that...I was very serious about what I said."
"..."
"I'm still blowing my nose right now."
"I'm sorry."
"Ah, senior, why are you apologizing
now?" "Because of me, I've made you..."
"Stop! Stop, stop~"
"Huh?" "
It's not your fault, I just...oh well, never mind that, senior, you have to be serious,
very serious, and tell me that too." "
..."
"What you said in the park just now, was it all true?"
"Yes." "Really?
That's good."
"..." " Hehe, I shouldn't have said those things just now, and even made myself cry. After all, when you 　　said those things
in the park , it already meant that today was a memorable day for me." 　　"You..." 　　"Shh~ Senior, listen quietly." 　　"..." 　　"I like you too." 　　This phone call tonight left his heart in turmoil. 　　But when he hung up, he was still so excited he almost shouted into the air. 　　After confirming their feelings for each other, the two faced a new problem. 　　What to do next? 　　No matter what, he wouldn't be so eager as to immediately move towards a physical relationship, but as the girl said, 　　apart from the lack of physical contact, their way of getting along already felt like a boyfriend and girlfriend. He wanted to take it a step further 　　but couldn't rush things, and he really didn't know how to start. 　　The day after they confessed their feelings, their first date at their usual spot, the pavilion, after officially becoming a couple, was 　　prompted by the girl herself. 　　"I've wanted to try this for a while," 　　the girl giggled. Previously, they had always talked across a stone table in the pavilion, but today she sat directly 　　beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. 　　"Can I... hug you?" The soft scent of her hair made him restless. 　　"Don't hug too tightly right away," the girl said without looking up, allowing his arm to encircle her. 　　This was the initial change in their relationship, from chatting across a table to chatting while leaning against each other and embracing 　　. 　　While they were embracing, being outdoors, there was a limit to their intimacy. He could only lightly 　　wrap his arm around her waist, occasionally inhaling the faint fragrance of her neck and hair when she looked down. 　　They definitely needed to find another place for their date. 　　Besides the unspoken desire to take things further in terms of physical intimacy, another very practical reason 　　was that the weather was starting to get colder, and the outdoors was no longer a good place for intimate moments. When the weather was bad, they would at most 　　sit in a gazebo for a while before leaving early, or even just take the girl home after dinner. 　　So where should they go instead? 　　Although there were many options both on and off campus, and the simplest and most direct choice was right at hand, he had 　　n't dared to bring it up rashly.

It wasn't until one Friday evening, when he saw the girl shivering even before she left the school gates, that he mustered the courage
to invite her to change locations.
"Would you like to come to my place?" he asked, trying to sound innocent and pure.
"Sure," the girl replied readily, much to his surprise.
Of course, he knew he was neither pure nor without ulterior motives. While he considered himself to be maintaining a high level
of gentlemanly conduct, he was slightly worried that once the girl he longed for actually entered his room, he might
succumb to his animalistic desires and do something wrong.
However, whether he underestimated his own willpower or the cold wind extinguished his lust,
he found himself much more at ease than he had imagined when he was alone with the girl.
Stepping into her boyfriend's living space for the first time, every corner of the small room captivated the girl's interest.
The various games on his computer, the numerous movies (except for the pornographic films that had been pre-loaded and stored deep within the hard drive),
and even the various schoolwork notes he used in first and second grade, were enough to provide plenty
of material for a long conversation.
Before they knew it, it was past 9 PM, the time she had initially planned to leave. He had been paying attention, and the girl
's gaze had frequently drifted to the bottom right corner of the computer screen. Neither of them had truly lost track of time, yet neither of
them had seriously brought up the issue of time.
At 1 AM, the day had changed from Friday to Saturday, and the girl's face began to show signs of fatigue
. The question resurfaced.
No matter how late it was, taking her home wouldn't be difficult, but he was reluctant to let her leave, so he
decided to try and bring it up.
"Why don't you stay here tonight? You can sleep on the bed, and I have a straw mat I haven't used before. I can just
put it on the floor and lay a blanket on top, and I can sleep."
The single-room rental apartment was small to begin with, and besides the single bed, the only other space to lie down
was naturally the floor.
Having stayed this long, the girl seemed to have anticipated this suggestion. She shook her head and
smiled, saying, "Why force myself to sleep on the floor? Actually… to be honest, I don't really want to go back today, otherwise
I would have left already."
"Then…"
He was about to get up to take the straw mat from the wardrobe when the girl gently grasped his hand, stopping him.
"Senior, listen carefully to me."
Even though she looked tired, her attitude was more serious than usual.
"Well, I... I'm not a guy, so I can't be sure how you feel. I can only
offer advice from my perspective. If you feel like you might... um... lose control, even if you sleep in the bathroom, it probably
won't help. What's meant to happen will happen. In that case, I'll go home tonight.
Don't misunderstand, don't worry about it. This doesn't mean I'm angry or disappointed. It's just that I'm not mentally
prepared, it's not the right time yet. On the other hand, if I agree to stay overnight, it can be considered that I'm already
... already fully prepared, you understand what I mean? That way, you won't have to struggle with anything. On the other hand
, if you don't do anything to me, I might get angry.
However, if you feel you won't do anything... that would hurt me, I'll just
stay overnight tonight. Don't sleep on the floor, I don't mind sleeping in the bed with you. That's it, senior.
I had a great day. I've been thinking about these words for a long time, and I hope you'll seriously consider them. I
'll be happy no matter which you choose."
Before tonight, he would indeed have hesitated between these two options.
Now, he truly felt he could control himself, but the main reason was his
overwhelming desire to continue spending time with the girl. He hadn't even seriously considered it before reaching his answer.
"Stay."
Compared to the girl's earnest words, his consideration was so brief it made him feel a little ashamed.
Under these circumstances, they naturally slept fully clothed.
As he prepared to turn off the light, the girl untied her ponytail. Seeing her flowing black hair sent
a surge of warmth through him—a very comfortable feeling, but also
a slight unease about his self-control.
Thankfully, the cold weather meant they were both wearing thick clothes, and the fatigue from talking all night
kept his manhood from causing him any embarrassment.
The girl slept on the inside, her back to him and facing the wall. With her tacit consent, he put an arm around her
waist, falling asleep in a position where he was embracing her from behind.
The room was quiet for a moment, save for the occasional car noise and soft breathing.
The hand resting on the girl's waist could feel the slight rise and fall of her body.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl, facing the wall, spoke softly, "You...you're still not asleep?"
"Yes."
"You're still overthinking, aren't you?"
"Ha, no, don't worry, I feel very...well, how to describe it...right, very peaceful
, like a meditating monk. You can sleep peacefully."
"Hmm..." the girl remained noncommittal.
"Besides—"
"Besides?"
"I didn't prepare condoms or anything like that beforehand, so putting aside whether I can control myself, first of all,
there's no way I could do anything to you."
After a moment of hesitation, the girl said, "If you're the kind of person who would force yourself on me, then whether there's a condom or not
wouldn't change anything, right?"
"That's true, but if I were, you probably wouldn't have waited until now; you'd probably
have lost your virginity shortly after stepping into my room."
The girl chuckled, turned slightly, and looked at him behind her, saying, "That was close. Should I be
happy that you're a gentleman, or sad that I'm not charming enough?"
"Hey, if you tell me now that you were just playing hard to get, I
'll be in a real bind."
"Heh, of course not."
"The reason you weren't asleep was because you were worried I might do something inappropriate?"
"Well... it's somewhat similar, but not entirely. It's mainly because I'm not used to sleeping like this."
At this moment, the girl turned over, looking directly at him.
"What I was thinking just now was that agreeing to come to your house this time was perhaps a gamble? A gamble on whether you
were two-faced, and a gamble on my judgment of character. If I lost the gamble, and tonight you forced...forced me to submit
..."
The girl paused, seemingly organizing her thoughts.
"In that case, I guess I probably... although I can't be sure, I probably wouldn't resolutely
break up with you because of this, but, if it really developed that way, I should..."
Saying this, the girl smiled slightly.
"Fortunately... thank you, you made me the winner."
Then, the girl leaned forward, and their lips met.
"I can't give you my virginity yet, let's make do with a first kiss for now! Goodnight."
She gave him a light, fleeting kiss, and before he could even react, the girl gave a mischievous smile.
Instead of turning away from him, she nestled her head against his chest, deciding to sleep in that position.
He inwardly chuckled bitterly. It hadn't been a big deal before, but this sudden gesture
had truly stirred his heartstrings.
Tonight, he might not be able to fall asleep so easily.
After that day, he didn't invite the girl over again.
It was always the girl who initiated the invitations.
Later, the girl said that she herself had initially thought that "just chatting under the covers" was impossible.
That day, she was just like anyone else in love, blinded by love. She wasn't
ready for her first experience, yet she foolishly ran into his room and actually "went to bed."
Therefore, the girl always felt a sense of satisfaction and pride about what happened that night. In her own words,
she had "an urge to broadcast it to everyone."
Of course, the shy girl didn't actually do it.
On the other hand, he was naturally happy that the girl was staying at his house more and more frequently, but he couldn't always
maintain a detached attitude.
As the girl's defenses lowered, the physical contact became more and more intimate, but there was always a limit.
Now the girl was like a bright red, ripe fruit, right in front of him. He not only picked it, but also
played with it in his hands and smelled its fragrance, yet he couldn't bring himself to eat it.
Several times, when the girl fell asleep peacefully in his arms, he felt her breath while
trying to adjust his lying position so that his throbbing erection wouldn't press directly against her.
In the first half of the winter break, the cheerleading uniforms were completed and delivered to the school. Although the final exams were approaching, the team members
still came out to practice once to experience what it was like to wear cheerleading uniforms.
At that time, he and the others watched from a distance.
The sleeveless top completely exposed her arms, and the close-fitting clothing perfectly outlined the girl's
curves. Although the style of clothing didn't reveal her abdomen, making it relatively less revealing, her slender
legs beneath the short skirt still captivated his gaze.
The weather was chilly, and the cheerleaders changed back into their clothes after a short jump, but even in that brief moment, he felt
as if he had gained X-ray vision; the girl appeared practically naked to him.
Last year, he was also a male member of the cheerleading team, having had more opportunities to feast his eyes on the female classmates he had participated with
, yet he had never had such direct fantasies.
He secretly chuckled at himself; it seemed he was gradually regressing to the age where he could get an erection at the slightest breeze.
That night, his small room became bright again because of the girl's arrival.
As with previous times, the two played computer games, watched movies, and chatted about various things. When night fell, they turned off
the lights and went to bed. The girl offered her lips, ending the pleasant night with a gentle kiss.
But tonight, he had different thoughts.
"Mmm... Hmm?!"
Their lips met, and the girl suddenly opened her eyes. A few seconds later, her eyes narrowed again, but their lips remained
together.
The girl knew that lips touching and a deep kiss were two different things, but only now, with their tongues intertwined,
did she truly understand the vast difference.
A light kiss conveyed only affection, while a deep kiss was directly connected to sexual desire.
Lost in the moment, the feeling of suffocation made the girl push him away. She gasped for breath, her eyes glazed,
unsure of what to say, when he pulled her back into his arms, his tongue once more invading her mouth.
Push her away? Reject her? The brief stiffness in her body represented the struggle within her, but the man pressing down on her
, the one touching her lips, was the man she loved most. This simple fact made her give up resisting, and she
returned his embrace, letting herself be swayed by unprecedented passion.
In the dizzying moment, neither of them knew how long they had been kissing.
What brought everything to a halt was the girl's gasp and her shoving of him.
Her top was rolled up, revealing her smooth belly; the hem now rolled back to cover her chest, but her
bra was completely askew, exposing her breasts. Her
pants were undone, the waistband and her plain underwear pulled down,
revealing her pubic hair, though not completely.
As for him, the "culprit" who had caused this, his fingertips still faintly held
the warmth and dampness from between her legs.
The girl didn't immediately put her clothes back; instead, she curled up, hiding herself.
Seeing this, even his lustful impulses had to stop.
He wanted to say "I'm sorry," but felt it would be strange to say such a thing, so he could only wait quietly.
When the girl finally looked up and their eyes met again, he was genuinely afraid she would suddenly slap him
and storm out.
Fortunately, although the girl's expression was confused and bewildered, it didn't contain anger.
She spoke in a weak, faint voice, "Before...before, I said it wasn't the right time
. Actually, I didn't know when I would be ready...Just now, I was really scared, but I..."
" I feel... I'm not angry, maybe that means... it means I've already..."
Whether out of shyness or unease, the girl didn't finish her sentence. Although her words implied consent, he
didn't dare to make a move.
The girl asked again, "Do you... want it?"
"Yes." Denying it now would be too hypocritical.
"But, we can't just... Do you want to go buy condoms now? I... I'll wait for you."
"Well, actually, um, I have condoms."
"Huh?" The girl, who had been lowering her head again as she spoke, quickly looked up again upon hearing this.
"I didn't buy them specifically for tonight. It just happened naturally... cough, well, anyway, those condoms
, I actually bought them and kept them on hand after you first came to my house."
"Th-I see."
"Yeah, that's right."
"So, I didn't even have a chance to prepare myself mentally."
"Uh..."
"Hehe." With a playful smile, the girl leaned against his chest, resting her face on his chest, and said, "Shall we
...
continue? I think I'm ready."
Even though she forced a few lighthearted laughs, the girl was still nervous, which
was evident in her stiff and slightly trembling body.
Her top wasn't off, just rolled up as before, and her bra was still on. Her lower body
definitely needed to be taken off. His slightly rough tugging still couldn't get her pants off, so the girl had to lift her waist and pull
off her pants and underwear herself.
As he took out the condoms and put them on, the girl faced the wall, her expression unreadable.
"I...I'll go in."
"Ugh..." When he pressed down on her, the girl covered her eyes with her arm,
unable to utter a word.
He thrust his penis into her, trying to penetrate her, but with great difficulty.
The head of his penis pressed against her vulva, seemingly aligned with the vaginal opening, yet he couldn't enter smoothly. Unbeknownst to him
, the moisture in her vagina had decreased significantly, becoming even drier than when they had kissed.
After some fiddling, the tip of his penis sank into a warm spot, finally finding its way in. He thrust forward
, but at this moment, the girl made a sound that was far from pleasurable.
"It hurts...ugh..."
She didn't scream out loud, but the sound stuck in her throat was definitely from pain. The girl gripped his arms tightly , so tightly that even he felt pain, but it was clearly 　　nothing compared
to the pain she was experiencing . 　　The girl didn't call for a stop, nor did she push him away; her pain was impossible to hide. 　　After a while, the girl stopped wailing and struggling, finally free from the torment of pain. 　　She removed her arm from her face, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, her expression one of confusion 　　and helplessness. 　　"What's wrong?" 　　Maintaining his position on top of her, but no longer connected to her, he touched her cheek, 　　saying with pity, "You've had a hard time. Let's stop here for today." 　　"W-why? I'm okay, you haven't... ah..." In her panic, the girl instinctively 　　reached for his genitals, trying to guide his penis back to her private parts. But upon touching it, she discovered that it had 　　lost its earlier ferocity, hanging limply. Even a naive girl like her knew what this meant. 　　After all that, even the most fervent passion would cool. 　　"How... how could this be? I'm sorry, I..." The girl was even more flustered than him. 　　"I'm the one who should apologize. Now that I've calmed down, I was too rough. I was basically forcing myself on her." 　　The girl shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, I said it was okay, but now..." 　　He lowered his head and sealed the girl's lips with his, not a deep kiss, just a simple kiss. 　　"Don't say anything more, you must be tired. Just rest." 　　The girl nodded, silent, whether from relief at escaping a close call or from 　　dejection at not succeeding completely. 　　Although he didn't actually use a condom in the end, the condom was on, and his penis was covered in lubricant, 　　so after gently comforting the girl, he went to the bathroom to rinse off and calm himself down. 　　Turning on the bathroom light, he felt quite guilty thinking about the awkward atmosphere in the room. 　　He wondered, since he had already gone this far, should he have been more forceful and gone straight for it? No, 　　that wasn't the problem. From the beginning, he shouldn't have been so hasty. 　　At the beginning of their deep kiss, he could feel the girl's skin burning hot. When he slipped his hand inside her pants, it felt 　　like dipping his fingertips into a bowl of hot soup. However, as the girl considered and agreed, her body gradually cooled 　　down. If he had guided her properly earlier, allowing her body to return to the state it was in during their initial kiss, perhaps they 　　would already be making love. 　　He felt incredibly frustrated; his image had been completely ruined by his penis, leaving the girl with a 　　terrible memory and wasting a condom. 　　"Uh?" 　　As he removed the condom, he noticed the tip and froze. 　　Holding the unfinished condom up to his eyes, he examined it for a moment before calling out to the girl from the bathroom. 　　"What's wrong?" The girl's voice sounded muffled from under the covers. 　　"Should I check your...down there? I noticed a little blood on the condom, 　　I think...it's yours." 　　The girl didn't speak, but he could clearly hear her throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed. 　　When she appeared at the bathroom door, the girl was still dressed as before; her upper body was still clothed, but her lower body 　　was completely naked. Clearly, her chaotic thoughts made her too lazy to change. 　　Instead of turning on the room light, she used the bathroom light to check herself. With her back to 　　him, who was peering into the bathroom, she ran her hand under her clothes, saying, "It's not my period today, so it should 　　n't be menstruation." 　　"It's not your period, so you…" 　　The girl turned around, a slightly reproachful expression on her face.

"You tore it, you idiot."
He was speechless.
"Go away, go away, I need to go wash up too." The girl suddenly pushed him a few times, quickly
stripped off her remaining clothes, and went into the bathroom with him.
"Huh?"
Seeing his stunned face, the girl crossed her arms and lightly tapped his shoulder with the other, laughing and scolding, "Hurry
up and turn on the water, I'm afraid of the cold."
Warm water cascaded down, and he held the showerhead, slowly rinsing the girl's body. At first, she only said she wanted to
wash her genitals, but after the bloodstains were cleaned, the girl seemed to find the water temperature quite pleasant, half-closing her eyes and
rubbing her body with the water.
Looking at the girl, he realized that he had been preoccupied with finding a hole to penetrate, then embarrassed by the failed attempt,
and the dim lighting in the darkened room had prevented him from properly appreciating the girl's body.
Now, the girl stood naked, only a few centimeters away from him. Her delicate face,
the hollow of her collarbone glistening with tiny droplets of water, the tips of her nipples dripping with water, the lines from her ribs to her pelvis,
the pubic hair between her legs completely soaked and clumped together, and her toes reddened from the hot water.
His burning gaze scalded every inch of her skin. The girl glanced
back occasionally, sometimes instinctively trying to cover her private parts, sometimes deliberately moving her hands away, even turning closer to him,
her cherry-like nipples pressed against his body.
In a coquettish tone, the girl said, "The showerhead…can we hang the showerhead on the wall, okay?"
Then, she wrapped her arms around his body, resting her face against his neck, embracing him tightly.
Faced with her affection, he naturally complied, hanging the showerhead on the wall, letting the water flow on its own, and
reaching out to embrace the alluring body that had willingly offered itself to him.
The thoughtful girl, through her silent actions, forgave his earlier recklessness in bed.
They were both speechless.
After a while, the girl suddenly sighed and said, "You're such a mood killer."
"Well... I can't help it, we're so close now."
He smiled helplessly. At this moment, his penis, unsurprisingly, was erect again,
pressing against the girl's lower abdomen with a very noticeable curve.
The girl released her arms from his embrace, suddenly squatted down, and stared directly at
the erect male symbol not far from her nose.
"Uh..." The girl's actions left him speechless for a moment.
"You shattered my fantasies, corrupted my senior, all because of this... this ugly and fierce
thing, right! Right! Right!"
With each "right," the girl flicked her penis angrily with her fingertip.
"Huh..." However, the girl's eyes widened next.
The already fiercely erect penis, after being lightly hit by the girl while speaking, grew even larger, and even the glans
became even more shiny.
"So my boyfriend's a pervert..." the girl said, sounding like she was suffering endless grievances.
"Well, in my opinion, you've only just seen a man's penis, and you're already cursing and hitting it.
Maybe you're even more perverted... huh? Wow!"
Before he could finish, the girl had already taken action.
She changed from a squatting position to a kneeling position, opened her mouth, and her cherry lips took
the tip of his penis into her mouth. The glans could feel the girl's tongue licking it.
"Is... this how you do it?" Seemingly no longer interested in arguing about whether he was a pervert or not, the girl raised
her head, her face flushed.
"Hmm... if your teeth... bite, it will hurt, but if you don't bite, it's... very comfortable." The sudden blissful
enjoyment surprised him greatly.
He had long fantasized about having his beloved girl give him oral sex, but he never expected it to happen before actual sex
, and on this night when he thought all sexual things would be ruined.
The girl had absolutely no skill; even with pointers, her teeth would often inadvertently rub against his penis, and strictly
speaking, the stimulation might not even be as intense as his own masturbation.
However, at this moment, the girl's wet tongue, her warm mouth, and her
posture of offering herself completely, coupled with his already unsatisfied desire, quickly overwhelmed him both physically and psychologically.
"Wait, I'm about to cum!"
he warned at the last moment. The girl, who had been licking his penis with a dazed
expression, suddenly showed curiosity and excitement upon hearing this, and then intensified her sucking. It was
completely irresistible.
A few seconds of blankness in his mind, and when he came to his senses, he realized this was an unprecedentedly powerful ejaculation,
incomparable to any previous masturbation experience. He even had to lean against the wall to avoid his legs giving way. He looked down and saw the girl still kneeling on the ground, her hands cupped to her mouth, and 　　traces of whitish fluid splattered everywhere—
on her face, breasts , and hair. 　　"So much... I can't finish it all at once... it keeps spraying..." 　　The girl seemed equally dazed, with a trail of white, lewd fluid trickling from the corner of her mouth. 　　"It tastes so weird, and it's so sticky. Only a pervert would ejaculate something like this." 　　Using her thumb and forefinger to scoop up a strand of the sticky fluid, a triumphant smile bloomed on her face. 　　In that instant, he suddenly remembered their first meeting, the girl's bright smile in the sunlight. 　　The memory mingled with the present reality; she was still smiling, only the scene had changed to their own bathroom, both 　　naked, the girl's body now stained with fresh, warm semen. 　　"It really is weird. Today's an exception. Don't make me swallow it next time." Saying this, the girl 　　put the tip of her finger, still covered in the semen, into her mouth and sucked it all up. 　　A strange blend of allure and pleasure. 　　This oral sex taught the girl an unexpected lesson. 　　After spending longer than expected cleaning herself, the girl declared that from now on, whether you want to 　　ejaculate on her body, in her mouth, or even drink it, it's all negotiable, but absolutely no semen should ever touch her face 　　or any part of her body again, especially her eyebrows and hair. 　　You really don't know how difficult it is to clean this stuff unless you've been ejaculated on once.

After emerging from the bathroom, the girl's long, black hair, though not completely wet, took considerable effort to
dry. She explained that today was unusual; normally, she would cover her hair before entering the bathroom,
avoiding getting it wet if she hadn't washed it, and covering it after washing, seemingly a hair care routine.
He lay in bed, watching the girl busily using a hairdryer, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Tonight had been full of twists and turns, but ending on such a pleasant note was a great success.
Of course, a regret remained.
He had to admit that his current relaxed state was largely due to everything the girl had done for him. The pleasurable
ejaculation brought physical and mental relaxation, but the girl was the one who had given unconditionally. Physiologically speaking, she
had only suffered, not experienced pleasure, tonight.
Even if her current state of pleasure was genuine, it didn't change the fact that he felt indebted.
They turned off the lights and went to bed again, the first time they had slept naked together. After being fully relieved,
and given how late it was, even the strongest sexual desire couldn't overcome the accumulated fatigue. He was now certain he
could fall asleep peacefully even naked in the girl's arms.
Before his consciousness faded, feeling the girl's warm breath in his arms, he secretly decided that he must give her a
more perfect, more romantic first night… Perhaps strictly speaking, it might not be quite that, but he didn't want her to see that
painful and frustrating experience as her true first time.
He had made up his mind.
Let's start with a more formal date. The girl has always been more frugal than him; the expenses since they started dating are probably
less than when he was single. Spending a few extra bucks for her wouldn't be excessive. He'd research where would be suitable for a romantic dinner,
choose a good hotel, and, in the perfect atmosphere, completely possess his beloved girl. And then…
He forgot that the girl he deeply loved, while usually obedient to him in everything, always managed to
thwart his plans.
Hours later, he felt repeated stimulation, but his still-unprepared body prevented him from truly waking up,
struggling between a dreamlike and conscious state until a cool, suffocating sensation
completely enveloped his penis, finally bringing his consciousness back to work.
It was… the feeling of putting on a condom.
Opening his eyes, the faint light of dawn streamed in through the window, a shadow occupying most of his vision. Even as
his vision cleared, his still-unwarmed mind couldn't process what he saw.
A girl with rosy cheeks, her bare upper body arched, straddled his waist, one hand on the wall, the other
guiding his condom-covered, engorged penis towards the most private and
deep part between her legs.
The glans was already against her labia, rubbing against the entrance. The girl slightly twisted her waist back and forth, then
pursed her lips and pressed down with her weight.
"Hmm… um…"
Unlike last night, his entire penis smoothly entered her body.
Even through the condom, he could feel a tightness and warmth even stronger than inside the girl's mouth, the intense pleasure waking
him up completely.
"You..."
"Good-good morning."
Panting, the girl's brows were furrowed, indicating that she was still primarily in pain. Seeing that he was awake, the girl
's upper body immediately slumped forward, resting against his chest.
"Hehe...I've made myself so wet, and it still hurts so much..."
After taking a few deep breaths, the girl's expression softened.
"But...it really went in, your...your thing, it's all in...it's so amazing, so full
...um...it's a little sore from being stretched."
Gently wiping away the tears that streamed down the girl's cheek from the pain, he felt a slight stirring in his heart.
The scene in the library that had made him completely fall for the girl, that inexplicable dizziness,
reappeared now, except that there was an even more intimate and tight touch beneath him.
Seeing the girl's face, a mixture of pain and pleasure, he was speechless.
As the sunlight gradually streamed into the room, the penis slowly penetrated deeper into the honeyed orifice. As if its upper body was also unwilling
to yield, the two once again locked lips, their tongues exploring each other, intertwining repeatedly.
[The End]

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