My Girlfriend's Fall (6) The Truth

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I rushed home and immediately turned on the computer. I checked the time: 6 PM. Viola

had class until 9:30 PM, so she'd probably get home around 10 PM. While thinking this, my hands

didn't stop moving. I opened the folder options, checked "Show hidden files and folders," and then

checked Tony's video folder first…

A file named "viola" appeared in the folder. Sure enough, just as I suspected, Tony had

set the file to hidden… My hand trembled as I moved the mouse over the file. Did I really have to see it? Could I

accept the reality? At that moment, my heart was filled with a mix of emotions… Finally, the truth was approaching, but I

hesitated. I was afraid, afraid of the impending consequences. But could I ignore it? I couldn't

…

I stood there, the mouse wouldn't click. My mind raced, instinctively trying to weigh the consequences of looking or not looking

, but I couldn't. Involved by my emotions, I couldn't objectively assess the situation. My

mind thoughts swirling and unable to function properly. I sat there in front of the screen

for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, as if making a decision, I took a deep breath, my trembling hand clicking the file twice.

The image that appeared didn't reflect my feelings; it remained unchanged. The file contents immediately began playing.

Tony's face suddenly appeared on the screen, almost filling the entire screen. Yes, he was sitting in front of the computer,

his eyes fixed on the screen. I knew he was looking at the webcam, but I felt as if he

was staring at me in front of the screen, a smile on his lips that seemed to mock my incompetence.

He was casually whistling, but I couldn't make out the tune, nor did I care to know.

After a while, Tony stood up and sat on the bed, his eyes still fixed on us. He was adjusting the camera

angle. As if he had thought of something, Tony stood up from the bedside, glanced at his watch, then walked closer to the computer

, reached to the lower left corner of the screen, and pressed something... Then I hurriedly left.

The screen remained silent, time ticking by. I noticed

the time displayed in the lower right corner of the screen. I checked the time: 10:10. The date was exactly that day, meaning

this the recording from that day. Thinking about this, my heart ached again. I realized that Tony

had planned all of this, and he had turned on the recording beforehand. He must have just reached out and turned the screen

off.

I desperately wanted to quickly cut to the moment Viola arrived, but I couldn't muster the courage. An ostrich mentality, perhaps? By this point, I

could already foresee the outcome, but I still hoped that moment would be delayed, or even not

occur at all.

At 10:43, the screen finally showed movement—or rather,… The loudspeaker blared, and the first thing I heard was

a voice—Viola's voice. "You said that professor wants you to do community service?"

"Yeah, isn't that strange? We're not in social services..." Tony replied helplessly.

"What did you say you were studying?" Viola asked.

"Um, it's that..." Tony and Viola chatted idly, their conversation

revolving .

Although these were completely foreign subjects to me, I

listened intently to their conversation, not wanting to miss a single detail. I also noticed that Viola's clothes in the video were indeed the same

ones she wore that day—a pink t-shirt. Wearing tight royal blue jeans, her hair casually draped behind her head,

she sat on the edge of Tony's bed with a relaxed and natural expression. Tony was sitting on the other side of the bed, and you

could see his gaze often lingering on Viola

's beautiful curves beneath her clothes when she wasn't looking. His eyes would occasionally drift to the screen, then quickly look away.

Perhaps running out of things to talk about, Viola fell silent for a while. I think she was trying to ease the awkwardness, so

she got up and started looking around the room, asking questions here and there. Tony played along, answering her

irrelevant and rambling questions while interspersing jokes to make her laugh. I found

Tony 's jokes at first quite good... Later, I started using a couple of slightly risqué jokes, and gradually, the jokes

became more and more explicit. Viola noticed this, and she became a little uneasy, trying to find a different topic of conversation.

Just then, Viola seemed to realize something; she suddenly stood up, went to her purse, and took out her phone.

I suddenly remembered that that was probably the first time I called her that night. Viola took out her phone,

frowned, and then turned to Tony, saying, "Three missed calls, seems urgent. Sorry, I'll call back

." Tony shrugged casually, indicating it was fine, and then gestured for me to go. Viola smiled

sheepishly and called me back, "You called me?"... It was indeed a call to me.

I knew every word of their conversation and verified them all.

After hanging up, Viola was silent for a while, deep in thought. Tony seemed to know

what Viola was thinking; he didn't say anything, just watched her calmly. Snapping out of her reverie

, Viola suddenly realized her lapse and sensed the awkward atmosphere. She gave an uncomfortably

embarrassed laugh , her cheeks slightly flushed. This was my Viola—so easily embarrassed, which was

part of her charm.

Viola took a deep breath, looked at Tony, and asked softly, "Didn't you say you had something important to tell me?

What is it?"

Tony didn't answer immediately; he just stared intently at Viola, his eyes suddenly glancing towards the computer desk

. Then he stared intently at Viola.

Sensing the tension in the air, or perhaps feeling the burning intensity in Tony's eyes, Viola

stood up as if to hide her feelings. She walked to the bookshelf, her back to Tony, and casually flipped through the books, speaking in a seemingly natural

tone, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Tony quietly got up and came up behind Viola. "I like you." As he spoke, Tony

hugged , bringing his lips close to her ear, deliberately blowing on it as

he whispered, "I liked you the first time I saw you..." Tony murmured softly in Viola's ear

.

"Don't do this..." Viola hadn't expected Tony to be so direct. Upon hearing "I like you," she

paused, stunned. By the time she realized what was happening, Tony had already wrapped her tightly in his arms. Viola

struggled in his embrace, trying to resist. The

area behind Viola's ear was one of her sensitive spots, and Tony's gentle rubbing against her ear quickly

flushed her face.

Watching the scene unfold on the screen, I froze. "It's coming!" I thought,

a wave . I had an urge to rush out, but I was frozen in place,

unable to move, my eyes red as I stared intently at the computer screen.

Viola realized Tony hadn't let go and struggled even more fiercely. "No, listen to me first, don't

be impulsive." At this moment, Tony seemed deaf. He stubbornly held Viola tightly, his hands also restlessly

slipping under her rolled-up t-shirt, beginning his assault on his long-desired sacred place.

In the struggle, Tony skillfully grabbed Viola's back, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and then fell backward. Predictably

, they both ended up lying on the bed. "Ah!" The sudden change made Viola cry out. Before

she could react, Tony's hands had already smoothly invaded Viola's shirt and were quickly climbing

up. Viola reacted quickly, using her hands to block the intrusion of those restless hands from outside her t-shirt.

Despite the resistance, Tony didn't give up, trying to move his hands from side to side, rubbing Viola from the inside. Viola's delicate

skin, her top, after all this commotion, had risen to below her chest,

exposing her entire snow-white, slender waist. Tony seemed to know all of Viola's weaknesses (in fact, he did know them from

Lisa ), and his lips quickly kissed Viola's fair neck.

"Oh," Viola trembled as if electrocuted, her defensive hands involuntarily

loosening slightly. Tony seized this opportunity, his hands struggling slightly, freeing their grip from Viola's top

, and with lightning speed, directly covering Viola's breasts, brazenly caressing them through her bra

.

"Mmm," Viola groaned again. My hands frantically tried to hold onto Tony's, trying to stop him

, but the hands that were gripping his t-shirt seemed to be grasping at his breasts, urging him to caress them

.

I cried out in my heart, but things rarely go as planned.

Tony began kissing and licking Viola's fair, soft neck, one of her most vulnerable spots…

Viola weakly twisted her body, unable to escape the stubborn mouth on her neck, that deadly sucking,

licking, and light biting. Although Viola still stubbornly twisted her body, the movements

became smaller and smaller, and those deadly hands on her breasts appeared out of nowhere. Tony had used his wrist

to lift Viola's t-shirt up to below her neck, thus

revealing almost her entire beautiful upper body.

Sensing Viola's waning strength, Tony rose to admire his prey, now

almost completely naked, her perfect body gradually unfolding before him. But his hands didn't stop. He knew

that stopping the stimulation would likely ruin everything. And those wretched hands, not only didn't stop, they intended to

go further. His right fingers teased the peak of her breasts, clearly teasing something, while his left hand

slid down to the bottom of Viola's pale yellow bra, then pushed it up…

Viola's sacred… With the release of her restraints, her high, firm breasts bounced free, and Tony's lips seized the opportunity

to follow. Tony buried his head in her soft flesh, and soft, lewd sounds emanated from them

. Viola breathed heavily, silent, and as Tony kissed her breasts,

she bit her lower lip, letting out a muffled groan.

Perhaps Tony felt the time was right; he quickly pulled off his shirt and rose to kiss

Viola. But things didn't go as he expected. Viola not only passionately kissed him

back but also turned her head away. Just then, Viola's phone rang. I usually keep my phone on vibrate

, but she probably switched to ringtone because I called her three times and she didn't answer.

Tony, of course, wouldn't stop because of the phone ringing; how could he

give up when he had his prey in his grasp? But Viola was different. Perhaps the phone ringing brought her back to her senses; Viola

started struggling violently again, shaking her head from side to side and screaming. This tactic obviously worked

, since there were people living in the house next door, including her roommate Henry. Tony got up to help

Viola get up. Viola, panting, straightened her clothes and said sternly to Tony,

"I need to make a call first. We need to talk this over. Put your clothes on." Viola Panting, he kept a safe

distance from Tony, even putting on his coat.

Once she calmed down, Viola picked up her phone to call me. The phone rang again, and Viola answered

. What followed was our second phone call that night.

While Viola was on the phone, Tony went to his closet, took out a new shirt, and put it on. At the same time, he tossed the clothes on the bed

aside —and, as always, he covered the webcom screen.

Anyway, my screen was now completely white, just like in Tony and Jane's video call; I could only hear the sound

.

Seeing this, half the weight lifted from my heart, and I couldn't help but feel grateful that I had made that call that night

.

I only heard Viola tell me she would go downstairs in 10 minutes. Hearing this, I suddenly remembered that Viola had... (The sentence is

incomplete and ends abruptly.) It took almost 30 minutes for her to come down. What was the point of talking about 30 minutes? Even though Viola had already

put her coat back on, my heart started pounding again.

"Do you know I can sue you for this?" Viola's voice came. "Don't come any closer, or I'll

yell , and we won't be able to talk anymore." Tony seemed to want to approach Viola to explain.

"I'm sorry, I really like you so much. I can't control myself," Tony said apologetically.

"But you can't do this. I have a boyfriend, and he's already downstairs waiting for me," Viola said,

reminding Tony not to make any more moves, adding that she was downstairs and could come up at any moment.

"I didn't know. Lisa said you don't have a boyfriend, and I like you so much…" Tony said, his voice choked with emotion.

Wow, this guy's even using his crying skills! "They'll stop at nothing, huh? But now that we're here, I'm almost

at ease.

" "We go to the same school, and I don't want things to be awkward when we meet again. Even if you forget what happened today, I won't pursue

it, and I won't tell anyone, okay?" Viola said softly. Viola is such a kind and innocent girl

; someone almost raped her, and she's still thinking about his situation.

"Can't you really give me a chance? I'll compete fairly with him," Tony said, already crying.

Judging from his voice, he was really heartbroken. I don't have Viola's sympathy; whether you're genuinely heartbroken or not, it doesn't matter. "Okay, okay, stop crying. There are plenty of girls better than me; you'll meet them..." Viola

said .

His tone had

softened completely, no longer so stern and serious. "I really love my boyfriend, we can't be together."

"Waaaaah...why? I really like you so much." Good heavens, is this even a man? Crying and acting like a fool

, he's completely disgraced men. Seeing this, I was both annoyed and amused.

Viola was also completely deflated by his shamelessness, "Don't be like this..." It seemed Viola had never encountered

someone like this before, and was a little at a loss, not knowing how to handle it.

"Waaaaah..." The crying continued, slowly subsiding; it seemed Tony's emotions were gradually stabilizing.

"..." After an awkward silence.

"If there's nothing else..." "I'm leaving first..." Viola said.

"Wait..." Tony called anxiously.

Then there was complete silence. I checked the time. No, the time is wrong. Viola shouldn't be

downstairs at this time. Could it be...?

A thought flashed through my mind. I immediately turned up the volume. Indeed, I could vaguely hear a man and a woman talking very quietly

, but I still couldn't make out what they were saying, even at the maximum volume...

The content was intermittent...

"Don't be like this, cheer up..." "He's waiting for me, I really have to go down..." A woman

's voice could be faintly heard. It must be Viola comforting Tony.

"Bang!..." Suddenly, a sound like something falling to the ground was heard.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a woman's scream rang out. The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear.

A sense of unease crept into my heart again.

"Bang!" "No, clang..." A faint collision sound came from the speaker, mixed with a few women's voices

.

"Huff, huff, huff..." I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, I only knew it was the sound of panting...

Could it be...? Suddenly, an image flashed into my mind, refusing to leave.

Tony was holding Viola again. Viola tried to run, but Tony grabbed the wide sleeves of her coat. With the pull

, the coat slipped to the ground, and Tony pounced on her, grabbing her and turning her to throw her onto the bed. He then

jumped on top of her, pinning her down while simultaneously launching a second round of fierce attacks with his mouth and hands.

Tony kissed Viola's lips... She turned away, forgetting her previous mistake, exposing her entire fair

neck to the enemy. Tony's sleight of hand worked; his large mouth quickly pressed against her smooth neck. At the same

time, his wicked hands tried to unbutton her jeans. Viola hurriedly tried

to pry his hands away, while her other hand tightly gripped her belt. Little did she know, this was another attempt to divert attention

. Tony's hand seized the opportunity, sliding upwards and slipping under the hem of her shirt, this time even pushing

up her bra in one swift motion.

"No... Ah... No... Hah..." Viola's voice came faintly, but somehow, it wasn't

very clear. It sounded like a soft murmur. To hear it clearly, I turned up the volume, but that

only increased the background noise.

"Ugh...no, tsk tsk..." Viola sounded like she was struggling.

My heart sank again. Was it inevitable?

Just then, as if echoing my feelings, the more I tried to hide it

, the clearer the image became in my mind.

Viola's pink t-shirt was lifted up again, along with her pale yellow bra.

Two pairs of delicate, white hands weakly pushed against Tony's shoulders. Tony's large mouth began to move

down , finally leaving it and reaching the firm, jade-like breasts. He gently

blew air onto the pink nipples, shifting his breath from side to side. Viola's hands

pushed even more weakly.

Suddenly, Tony's tongue darted out and quickly licked Viola's pink nipple. Viola's

hands on Tony's shoulders, caught off guard by this sudden intrusion, clenched tightly, then continued to try to push him away.

Tony blew a few more breaths, then gently licked again, blew a few more breaths, licked again… Gradually, Viola's

hands … (The text abruptly ends here.) She had stopped resisting and instead gripped the clothes on her shoulders tightly.

Tony's mouth kissed Viola's nipples, which were already hard and erect under the teasing of his tongue and lips.

Viola's eyes were vacant as she tried to resist in vain. Her lips, however, unconsciously betrayed her feelings.

"Ah...oh...um, um...ah..."

The incoherent moans, to the man's ears, became an encouragement to go further.

"Oh...no..." Viola weakly protested Tony's violation.

"...Still saying no, look at you, your nipples are so hard..." Tony's lewd voice rang out.

I screamed in front of the screen, but sadly, I received no response whatsoever...

“No… um…” Viola tried to explain, but couldn’t utter a complete sentence.

“No what? Hmm?” Tony asked Viola in a deep voice. Good heavens, this bastard, getting a free ride

and still acting innocent, even teasing Viola with his words.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Slightly sore and soft, right? Hmm?” Tony’s devilish voice whispered in Viola’s ear, as if

to pull her into the abyss of desire.

“No… sigh…” Viola said weakly.

Tony seemed to know that time was running out, and he unbuttoned his jeans with both hands. This time, Viola’s

hands remained on Tony’s shoulders, without making any move.

“Squeak…” The sound blared from the speaker, and on screen, Tony smoothly unzipped his jeans, revealing

a pink thong underneath. The realism of the scene shocked me.

Viola's fair legs were exposed, and wicked fingertips roamed over them, then, like a nimble loach

, nimbly and accurately found their target, moving between her legs.

"Oh..." "There, no..." Viola's weak voice came through. She couldn't stop the

fingertips already leaping at her crotch.

"Oh..." "No..." "No..." After saying "no" twice, Viola seemed to have lost all her strength, only able

to gasp for breath.

"You said you weren't, look, it's all wet..." The two fingers in the image, so wet, spoke of the woman

's descent into succumb, yet gleamed under the light, as if proclaiming their victory.

A rustling sound indicated that Viola's last defense had been removed, and the man had shed all pretense, revealing

his most primal weapon.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." With the sound, the image of Viola in the mind passionately offered her red, tender

lips to Tony, kissing him intensely. Her hands, which had been on his shoulders, now wrapped around his back, embracing

him warmly.

"Ah..." A high-pitched female voice blared from the speakers, accompanied by a corresponding image: the man's weapon

had entered that mysterious, dark valley. Exploring like a hermit.

"Oh," "So tight, you're squeezing me so tight, you must really want it, right? Hmm?" Tony's voice

came again, relentlessly attacking Viola's mind.

"It'll feel better if you say it, say it, say it, yes—" Shout it out, scream it out."

Tony's hypnotic, deep voice, like a demon from hell, made me feel as if I could see

Viola on the screen, her mouth agape, trying desperately to hold back.

"Ah," "Oh," "So...comfortable," the woman's wanton moans escaped. Finally, she screamed it out.

For me... It was as if a divine thunderbolt struck from the heavens, shattering my soul and leaving not a trace within

my body.

I thought sadly.

This was no longer the girlfriend I knew; it was like another woman, a woman filled with desire

, needing any man's penis to possess her.

A series of incessant moans followed, high and low, rising and falling, sometimes soaring to the heavens,

sometimes swirling in the depths of the ocean…

My innocent girlfriend, who usually made love with me with intermittent, faint moans, today

revealed her true nature beneath Tony, her lust fully unleashed…

Tony's superb sexual skills, long forgotten, surged from the depths of my mind, like a recurring nightmare…

I couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. Images that had been erased from my mind for a while were now appearing before my eyes one

one by . This time, however, I knew the nightmare scenes had actually happened. As if

echoing my bleeding heart, my hands clenched tightly, my palms bleeding without me even noticing.

[xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx]

I don't know how much time passed, or when the sounds ended, but the clothes covering the computer were removed.

Before my eyes was a large, masculine symbol. Tony, completely naked, was cleaning the bed; Viola

was long gone.

A pang of sorrow welled up inside me.

Tony held something in his hands. After tidying the bed, he approached the computer, opened his hands, and

spread out the item he was holding in front of the screen. It was the "Victoria's Pink Thong," the Valentine's

Day gift I bought for Viola. Images of the two of us sweetly choosing it in the store flashed through my mind, and a bitter taste settled on my lips.

The astringent taste... it turns out to be tears that slipped down my cheeks without me even realizing it.

I just sit here in front of the computer, letting the silent tears fall drop by drop. Viola, how am I supposed

to face ? Pretend I don't know and continue being together? Have a huge fight and break up?

I don't know, I really don't know. I have no answer, only endless confusion and sorrow...

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