Time is merciless

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I met my ex-girlfriend when I first started university. Having just transitioned from the hectic life of high school to the more relaxed university life, I suddenly felt bored. So, I spent every evening after dinner in internet cafes. I didn't really like playing online games; I got tired of them after a while and lost interest. Most of the time, I played *Legend of Mir*. Back then, *Legend of Mir* had become a bit overpowered; money was king, unlike the early days when hard work guaranteed wealth, and you could mine and sell resources every day. One night, bored in the internet cafe, I was about to leave, but my friend was engrossed in playing A3. So, I wandered around a chat room, watching people chat and joke. That chat room was quite popular back then. Perhaps it was fate, but I kept scrolling down the chat list, and at the very bottom, I saw her username. I won't mention the name; it's very unusual, to avoid getting banned. Out of curiosity, I added her on QQ. After a while, she responded, and we started chatting, then video chatting. In the video, she was wearing a tight-fitting bohemian-style floral t-shirt (I think that's the style, but I can't describe it very clearly, I'm really not good at clothing styles), which accentuated her large, round breasts. She had straight, jet-black hair, and her face was a bit big, but in my opinion, it didn't detract from her beauty. After all, I'm a complete big-breasted person, and my legs go weak when I encounter this kind of thing. But I suppressed my excitement and video chatted with her for a while, then ended the call. Then we started text chatting, and I don't know how the conversation turned out, but we started texting. Since we had a foundation of fantasies, the conversation flowed much more smoothly. The hormones that had accumulated during the video chat flowed from my fingertips to her, and we chatted flirtatiously until late at night. Then we listened to music together quietly for a while, and then chatted about this and that until dawn when we got off the plane and went back to our dorm. When I left, I didn't even know when my friend had left! The following days consisted of daily phone calls and flirtatious text messages, pouring out our longing for each other fueled by hormones. At least that's what I still believe. I didn't love her; I was just infatuated with her body and her allure in bed. Even later, when we were together, it was only because I didn't want her and her suitors to get involved with her. That's what possessiveness is all about. The first time we met was when she was undergoing teacher training at a provincial normal school. I had a month's living expenses and a few hundred yuan borrowed from a friend, so I took an overnight train journey to see her. On the way there, I started having all sorts of wild thoughts, but things didn't go as planned. When I arrived, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and we hadn't even eaten together. I wanted to get a room and have some fun, but they had military-style management, and we had to be back in the dormitory by ten o'clock at night. After roll call, the hallway doors were locked. I could only curse under my breath. I couldn't sleep that night, so I found an internet cafe nearby and stayed up all night. Since I had skipped class and hadn't asked for leave, I had to leave the next afternoon with regret. For several days after returning, I felt uneasy. I had thought about it for so long, but I hadn't even been able to touch her. The second time I visited, she had been assigned to a remote, impoverished area. It was evening when I finally arrived in her county. This time, she was more thoughtful; there were no buses to her workplace at night, so she had booked a room in advance. We ate a simple meal. On the way to her hotel, I took her hand and started caressing it. Her hands had fine, plump skin that felt wonderful to the touch. Perhaps because it was our first intimate encounter, I could clearly feel our hands trembling slightly, and our palms were sweaty. Even so, I didn't let go until we went upstairs and opened the door. My erection was already... I was rock hard. After entering the room and turning on the light, I suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace, forcefully pressing my lips to hers. My hands began to roam freely over her body. A faint scent of her flesh aroused me, making me want to immediately mount her. We quickly stripped off our clothes. When I tried to take off her underwear, she pulled hard, refusing to let me. I asked her what was wrong, and she blushed and said she had her period! Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? Even Liu Bei only visited Zhuge Liang three times to win him over; this is my second time! She'd traveled across mountains and rivers, enduring hardships to find some solace! I couldn't care less; my lust was already raging. I pinned her against the wall, pulled down her panties, and thrust inside. Perhaps it was the combined effect of her aroused love juices and her period, but it went in easily. Maybe I'd been thinking about it for too long, or maybe her moans were too alluring—that long, drawn-out "ah" made me ejaculate instantly. Later, in bed, I thought about doing it again, but after calming down, I decided against it and let her give me oral sex. The next day, we went to her workplace, a poor rural elementary school; many students were still wearing patched clothes. She was wearing a shirt and barefoot. I was quite shocked at the time; it was unbelievable that such a poor place existed in a province that wasn't considered economically backward. I stayed there for about a week, and whenever she wasn't in class, she was always having sex in her dorm. I went there many times during her time teaching in a rural area, and each time I used every trick in the book I could think of and learn. Once, I even made her orgasm, which was the first time I'd ever seen it in person; I'd only ever seen it in educational films before. Whenever I had a little spare money, I went again, skipping classes as usual. The direct consequence was a surge of hormones, and I almost didn't graduate. Later, we broke up. The reason was simple: I was graduating. I went to work in another city, and after countless attempts to win her back, she just married someone else. On her wedding night, she hid in the bathroom and called me crying, saying she'd married him out of spite and regretted it. She asked if I still wanted her, and if I said yes, she'd run away that very night. I felt quite heartbroken. I spent the whole night smoking in my room, thinking a lot, and ultimately decided that since I couldn't give her what she wanted, I should let her go. Time flies. In the city, I'm like an ant, toiling away from dawn till dusk, aimlessly struggling to make ends meet, forgetting many things, and not wanting to remember many things. One day, a familiar number appeared on my phone screen. I answered, and her voice was calm. She told me that her company was visiting and learning from me, and she was conflicted about whether to call me, but ultimately didn't want to have any regrets. So I went to meet her in her hotel room. Because I was coming over, she excused herself, saying she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't go to the visit that afternoon. The moment I opened the door, I saw a familiar face, only now etched with the marks of time. After entering, when she turned around, I saw tears on her cheeks. In a moment of impulse, I pushed her down onto the bed, not even finished taking off her pants, and just hoisted her legs onto my shoulders and thrust inside. I pushed up her clothes and bra, and touched those breasts I used to love, only to find they were flat and the nipples were dark. Suddenly, I lost all interest and barely finished. Then we strolled around for a while, had a meal together, and she called me when she left, but I didn't go to see her off. Later, I learned from a friend that she was divorced and raising her son alone... What happened to her then and now? I don't know. Maybe she remarried, maybe she's living a carefree life... I write this here to commemorate those bygone years... [The End]

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