Past (complete) authors: glts

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My Ex-Girlfriend's Story

Looking back, I feel I haven't wasted the first half of my life. A wealthy family, a respected profession—speaking of my profession, it's one of my greatest honors. In my nearly twenty years of professional career, I have a trainload of stories to tell.

I'm a doctor, or more precisely, a psychologist, running a psychological clinic. Of course, my trademark is my seemingly miraculous hypnosis, which allows me to induce psychological suggestion or guidance in a state of sleep, helping patients overcome their psychological flaws or shadows and live normal lives.

Due to the nature of my profession, as my reputation grew, to further my career and protect my patients' privacy, I built a specialized hypnosis room. Patients sit in a small, enclosed space where no one can see their true faces. With the help of special equipment, both their voices are altered to varying degrees. This ensures patient privacy without affecting the hypnotic effect; we can't see each other's faces or discern each other's true voices. Therefore, my business flourished, and the patients I encountered became increasingly bizarre, even unbelievable!

Among the patients I've encountered, there's a type who lack the courage to face life's challenges, or who can't withstand setbacks. A small failure or setback can leave them dejected, losing their drive and ambition. They're content with an ordinary life, afraid to challenge anyone, and swallow their anger even when treated unfairly. They believe in the adage "suffering a loss is a blessing."

That day, when soothing music filled the hypnosis room, I knew a patient was ready. I entered, had a brief conversation, and after a few movements, the patient slowly closed her eyes and entered a hypnotic state amidst my calming words. Patients in a hypnotic state retain consciousness; they still have thoughts, but they are in a state of absolute security, complete trust, and their consciousness is not subject to external influence. Then, she told me this story.

She had stayed in this city since graduating from junior college, but wasn't a local. She had always been very obedient to her family's teachings and was a rather honest person. Three years after graduation, she met her current boyfriend. She had always been quite satisfied with her boyfriend. He had a stable job after graduating from university, and while not exceptionally handsome, he was still refined and had a good manner. Therefore, she always believed he was her future. She

couldn't remember when it started, but she noticed a strange glint in his eyes. Every time they made eye contact, she could see a hint of unease flashing within them. A woman's instinct kicked in, and she suspected her boyfriend was cheating on her. She became frantic, trying to find the other woman. However, what followed was completely unexpected.

She found the woman's blog. The woman's name was Xiao Y. In the photos, she was very beautiful, stylishly dressed, and tall, giving off a flamboyant and youthful vibe. She appeared to be about three years younger than her. The blog posts were lighthearted, humorous, sentimental, and revealed her intelligence and wit. Most importantly, the woman wasn't the other woman, but her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. When Xiao Y broke up with him, he knelt down and begged her, but she ignored him. Why would she come back as the other woman now, and she was never short of men?

By some strange twist of fate, she added her on MSN and started chatting. After a while, they became quite familiar with each other. Xiao Y even suggested going on a trip together, which she declined, saying she didn't have time. Later, they talked about relationships and private matters. When Xiao Y learned that her boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend shared the same last name, she immediately began recounting her exciting past.

She said her boyfriend was great, but more than that, he was a jerk. Every time they had sex, he would give her oral sex, often making her lose all feeling in her lower body before they even started. Later, she increasingly enjoyed his oral sex, always making him use his tongue to make her feel good first before anything else.

When she saw this text on the screen, she almost fainted. She had always been the one giving her boyfriend oral sex, never receiving such treatment from him. She had always thought her boyfriend was a man with a very strong sense of self-respect… Her mind went completely blank; she even forgot how to type. After a long time, all she managed to type was…?
"What, surprised? Let me tell you, that guy is a real jerk. He has a girlfriend now, but he still acts like he can't forget me. A few days ago, he texted me saying he missed me, and I just called him over, shoved him between my legs, had my way with him, and then kicked him back. Haha…

Ah—" She gasped instinctively, her whole body trembling. Her mind was a complete mess…

For several days in a row, she was awakened by nightmares every night. The dream was always the same: her boyfriend was being ridden by Xiao Y, and she was being chained to the headboard like a dog, watching Xiao Y enjoy her boyfriend's oral sex.

She began to feel inexplicably anxious, torn between deeply loving her boyfriend and simultaneously hating him. She wanted to lash out but didn't want to lose him. One night, during their intimacy, she cautiously brought up his ex-girlfriend. He swore he only loved her, and before she could refute him, he thrust into her again, and they both reached climax…

What was bound to happen eventually did. That afternoon, she was watching TV while her boyfriend was online when there was a knock at the door. She rushed to open it, and froze the moment she opened it. Her heart, tormented by his words these past few days… Standing in the doorway, looking as if she'd been tortured by a meat grinder, was Xiao Y. A head taller than her, Xiao Y wore a coffee-colored long-sleeved short jacket over a white knit sweater, exuding a dignified yet lively aura. She wore a black short hot skirt, her long legs encased in brown boots, a sight that would make anyone's heart race and blood boil…

Xiao Y seemed completely at ease, smiling slightly and saying, "I'm your boyfriend's friend. I'm here to ask him for a favor," casually calling his name before sitting down on the sofa. Her boyfriend rushed out, startled, and said, "Where… well, you can just call me Xiao Y. This is my girlfriend, Xiao Ru (pseudonym)." "Xiao Ru, go get Xiao Y a glass of water…"

She could clearly feel the strange light in Xiao Y's eyes, even a teasing, ambiguous look. Sure
enough, a short while later, Xiao Y pulled her boyfriend into the bedroom, and the door slammed shut.
Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. After much deliberation, she foolishly went to the door to eavesdrop.

"I really want your mouth so badly," Xiao Y said lewdly. She even imagined Xiao Y slowly pulling down her pants, placing her boyfriend between her legs...

She pinched herself hard, pulling her thoughts back. What was this? Had she been cheated on?
Had she been cuckolded? Oh God, what was going on?

Inside the room, Xiao Y's soft moans could be heard...

After a while, her boyfriend came over shirtless, carrying a bundle of clothes. "Help me

wash these clothes," she said, glaring at him angrily, as if about to explode. But for some reason, she

suddenly held back and silently took the clothes.

She cursed her boyfriend, that bastard, in her heart as she soaked the clothes. Suddenly,

her hand trembled violently. She looked closer and realized she had just been holding a pair of silk

lace panties. The narrow strip of fabric at the crotch was completely soaked, and she could even smell a

lewd odor.

This obscene scene made her involuntarily grit her teeth, feeling the veins on her forehead bulge. She took a long breath. Perhaps blinded by immense humiliation, she slowly picked up the panties again, straightened them, dampened them, and began to rub them…

That night, her boyfriend was already asleep. She lay alone on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably

. She hated her boyfriend, hated Xiao Y, and hated herself.

Life seemed normal afterward, but in her mind, Xiao Y had

become an inescapable demon. Whenever she had a moment of free time, she would think of that conversation

, Xiao Y's arrogant expression, and those long, shapely legs.

She logged onto MSN, and Xiao Y was there too. "Hey beautiful, haven't seen you online in ages!" Xiao Y seemed 　　quite fond

of this online friend . 　　"Yeah, I've been pretty busy with work." 　　"Work is important, but life is more important. Work is all for life... By the way, 　　how's your relationship with your boyfriend?" 　　"Same as always, how can I compare to you?" She didn't want to chat with Xiao Y anymore, but whether 　　out of politeness or some other feeling, she kept replying indifferently. 　　"Haha, I don't know why, but thinking of your boyfriend makes me think of 　　that sleazy ex-boyfriend. Let me tell you, the other day I was overcome with lust and 　　went to his house!" 　　"Huh?" 　　"Haha, his girlfriend was home too. I didn't care about anything else, I just dragged him into the house 　and had my fun. Ha, oh yeah, I think his girlfriend was pretty sleazy too. When she opened the door, 　she stared at me, her eyes were practically watering. I decided to go all the way and left a note..."

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