Let me tell you about my casual sex history over the past ten years.

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Let me start with the first time. It was in my senior year of high school. Because I was a late bloomer in terms of sexual awakening, I hadn't touched a girl's hand in middle and high school, which led to the legendary experience that followed. It was during an evening self-study session. There were less than two months left before the college entrance exam. I was an art student at the time, but I was under a lot of pressure because I had spent a lot of money on art education. If I didn't pass the exam, I would feel like I was letting my parents down. Our class was an elite class, and almost everyone in the class was a diligent student. They were so diligent that no one went to the bathroom after class; they all stayed in the classroom doing exercises. So, as you can imagine, there weren't many girls in the class who looked like ordinary people. My first kiss was with a girl in the class, let's call her Li XX. The most peculiar thing about Li XX was her height. I'm 182cm, which is considered tall, while Li XX was 139cm, no exaggeration, 139cm. Every time I walked with Li XX, we became a beautiful sight on campus, like Yao Ming and Pan Changjiang together. We got a lot of attention. So why did I start dating this Li XX? Well, please forgive me, but back then, Li XX was one of the top five beauties in our class... and we were very strict back then.
Getting off-topic... back to the point, it was during evening self-study, and I was contemplating life as usual... just then, Li XX, who sat in the row behind me, tapped me on the shoulder and said she was bored and wanted to chat. Since we were both considered among the least studious students in the class at that time, we often chatted while others studied, so I sat next to her... She liked history, so we talked at length about various aspects of modern history. While I was still a bit dazed, a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head (because I was under a lot of pressure at the time, and after all, I'd been holding back for so many years...). I said to Li XX, "I want to kiss you..." (Because it was the first time I'd said something like that to a girl, I had no experience, so it came out a bit stupidly. Luckily, I didn't say "I want to sleep with you"...). Surprisingly, she actually said "okay" (I guess she was also really pent up; someone like her probably doesn't attract much attention...). So... I took her out of the classroom. Where to kiss her? I was quite timid at the time because I'd never done anything like this before. I get excited even seeing other people kissing in the street, let alone myself…
That day, I was with her again… and then I offered to take her home. She agreed. Actually, I wasn't satisfied with just a kiss anymore; I wanted to take it further… After some coaxing and cajoling, we finally got to her house. No one was home, so we watched a movie together (Meteor Shower). Although we both hate watching that kind of thing, as we watched, I couldn't control myself anymore, so I pushed her down onto the sofa and took the initiative. I took off my clothes first, and she reacted a bit. At first, she was half-hearted, but then she just took off all her clothes. When she took off all her clothes, I was stunned… Although I only wanted one time, and the quality wasn't that important, but… I saw a sight that still haunts me to this day: she had no breasts… Yes, it wasn't that she had small breasts, it was that she had no breasts at all... (Later, I realized it might be because she was too thin; she weighed less than 50 pounds at the time). I immediately lost all desire and just put my pants back on and left... What a tragedy! The first time I took off my pants, this is what I got...
My first girlfriend was also a bit short, but much better than that Li XX. She was in the same class as me in college. As everyone knows, in college, if you're not dating for the purpose of having sex, you're either an idiot or a pretentious person. Before her, I had dated two other people, but one of them was quite clever; she was a local and tricked me (she got free meals, drinks, and entertainment, and then when things got more open, she texted her friend to have her call her, and then she told me her mom was calling her home to sleep... At the time, I had just started college and my living expenses were still manageable). The other was a naive girl who had never been in a relationship, living entirely in her own ivory tower, and strongly opposed premarital sex. I went to a hotel with her five or six times without success; I almost raped her. (At this point, most people might ask how I tricked her into going to the hotel. It's very simple; at the time, I had a few friends...) I devised a trick: I'd invite the girls out to karaoke at night, and then, just before their dorms closed, I'd order a lot of their favorite songs. They'd be having so much fun they'd forget about the dorms closing, and then we'd say we had nowhere to go and go to my friend's house (which was basically a hotel). And that's how we ended up there…
She wasn't very tall, but much better than the first one. She was the cute type, and honestly, for a virgin like me at that time, she was pretty good-looking. The first time was when I asked her to go ice skating (I was thinking about saving money, but the goal was the same anyway). She kept falling, but I was a little good at it, so I helped her. Later, she got tired and went to rest. I handed her a bottle of water and then just kissed her forcefully (I don't know where I got that confidence, but later I found that this trick had a 100% success rate when done right…). Now I
was motivated. The first time I took her out, it didn't work out, and I was a little disappointed. So I discussed it with my friends, and that's when I realized, damn it, I was the only virgin among them. I really wanted to disappear into a hole… So my friend helped me come up with a few ideas, and I was confident. I invited her out to a hotel a second time (this time not for karaoke; since we'd shared a hotel room before, I directly said I couldn't sleep without her). At the hotel, I took a shower, then lit a cigarette and told her she was the most important person in my life, and that I would only ever be good to her… (this was my friend's first tactic, a mix of coaxing and deception). Then, as I spoke, I started kissing her (this was my friend's second tactic… a rather silly move back then). She actually reacted. Seeing her reaction, I started to undress. I was incredibly nervous at that moment, a mix of nervousness and excitement, reminding me of a million-strong army crossing the Yangtze River, a million soldiers marching straight to the enemy's lair—that kind of grand, sweeping victory. With that feeling, I went in. The feeling when I first entered… it was like the excitement of finally being free after twenty years of hard labor… The first time, less than five minutes, outside (three years of withdrawal, never conceived). That feeling is still unforgettable... Although the first time was short, I still felt unsatisfied afterward. From then on, she became my first sexual partner. My

second partner was someone I met in my freshman year of college. At that time, my girlfriend, the one I lost my virginity to, was going home for vacation. Because my home was far away, I didn't go back.

The second one was quite beautiful, very alluring, about 1.65 meters tall (finally, someone who's broken 1.6 meters!), and most importantly, her figure, her breasts... were huge... We met on an online alumni website (there was no WeChat back then). We arranged to meet after our first chat (I was quite a chat expert back then, very good at talking, and also quite photogenic, so most girls would fall for me). That day, I was a little nervous when I saw her because my previous partners were all rather ordinary, and this time, seeing someone more beautiful, I didn't know what to say. So, this time... It was a complete failure. From that experience, I learned that men must take the initiative; girls like proactive guys. (So, a forceful kiss can be quite effective sometimes).

Later, we met one night, and that's when I found out that a pretentious guy from our school who looked a lot like Fan Wei was also pursuing her. This guy was incredibly pretentious; every day he'd carry a wallet the size of his head to the cafeteria to buy the cheapest dish, which cost only 2 yuan. Every time he chatted with someone, it was always something like, "My dad lost someone at his construction site and got a million yuan in compensation (was the person who died a national leader?), I won 150,000 yuan in one night playing slot machines in high school (I also played slot machines in high school, but I couldn't win that much even playing fishing games; even if he robbed the arcade owner, he couldn't win 150,000 yuan in one night), my friends and their partner won 300,000 yuan playing scratch cards (how come he always gets such good luck)..." He was always talking about millions, even thousands. Once, I bought some sunglasses, and he saw them and asked how much they cost. I said 20,000, and he said, "My sunglasses cost 13,000 yuan..." Were his sunglasses Ray-Bans from Jinzidu? Anyway...

That night, I got a call from a friend saying he was playing pool with that pretentious guy who looked like Fan Wei at the pool hall. That pretentious guy wanted to pick up a girl and asked me to come join in (actually, I was just trying to trick him, because I knew he loved to show off, and if there were girls there, he'd definitely arrange some activities, like dinner or karaoke; I was more willing to join in the fun). So I went. My friend's name is Sanmao, and he's from my hometown. One of his girlfriends is friends with that big-breasted girl (the second one I mentioned), so there were three girls, and I had invited another friend, making it four guys in total. Me, Sanmao, a guy from Jiangsu (and a bit of a show-off). We spent some time at the pool hall. The show-off started showing off his "professional" moves, smoking while he played. If he lost, he'd say, "Haven't played in ages," and if he won, he'd give each other pointers, like how to break the shot, how to aim... He was such a show-off... And when it was time to leave, he just handed my friend Sanmao 100 yuan, saying it was for nine bottles of iced tea... Especially the way he pulled out the money, it was like he was buying five luxury townhouses and ten Lamborghinis in downtown Beijing, his neck held high (he doesn't even have a neck to begin with)... The supermarket owner didn't even bother to look at him; he just took the money and put the tea on the counter (actually, I wanted to throw it in his face)... We decided to go to karaoke (the old trick, always works). On the way, they walked together in pairs (because that pretentious guy was good friends with my fellow villager Sanmao, and he also told me he wanted to pursue that big-breasted girl, so I let him make his move first. But I knew that as long as girls didn't spit in his face, he had no chance, so I let him have his way). But I was also amazed by this idiot. This idiot, in order to show how cultured he was (he was first place in our school's speech contest, but...), The phone call was terrible, and hardly anyone participated in that competition. One minute he was talking about how he participated in a host challenge in Beijing (I watched TV every day back then, how come I never saw him?), the next he was talking about how he won first place in a speech contest in his hometown and received 100,000 yuan. He also kept bragging about his own modern history. The more he bragged, the more excited he became. Then he started talking about how he used to be a gangster, ruling an entire street by himself, fighting every day, getting arrested by the police station in the morning and released at night, going in and out more than twenty times a month, and having a criminal record as high as some people. He also mentioned that his cousin was stabbed more than twenty times and had to crawl three kilometers to get to the hospital. (Wow, this is enough to make you bleed to death!)... Finally, we arrived at the karaoke bar. I saw that the big-breasted girl was almost in a breakdown (everyone was almost in a breakdown), so everyone rushed to choose songs. They sat together in pairs. The guy who loved to brag was actually quite timid; he just sat next to the big-breasted girl all night without making a move... Finally, it was 11 o'clock, and my friends, knowing what was going on, quickly chose a few songs they liked to sing... It was already 1 o'clock when we left the karaoke bar, but the big-breasted girl was smart enough to insist on going back. Despite all our persuasion, she insisted on going back to her dorm. We had no choice but to take them back. My friends were all disappointed, but the pretentious guy was very happy. (His logic was that it didn't matter if he slept with her or not, as long as someone listened to his bragging.) Later, the pretentious boyfriend called him to go to the arcade to play fishing games, and the three of us guys took them home. On the way, I carefully observed the big-breasted girl's figure, and I thought I should take the initiative at this moment, so I went over and chatted with her. We chatted for a while and got along quite well, so I just hugged her. She was startled at first, but then she didn't react, so I took it as her agreeing to be with me. But when we finally arrived at their dormitory building, they were the kind of girls who were considered bad girls in our school—they smoked, drank, and had tattoos. They probably understood what we were thinking… They had a good relationship with the dorm supervisor, and they actually managed to wake her up. The more I watched, the more resentful I became, and my friend was also sighing (even though one of them was dating a girl from the other side). So, just as the supervisor was about to open the door for them, I rushed over and pretended to be drunk (I'd had a few drinks at karaoke that night) and started yelling at her, using every swear word imaginable, and very loudly… The supervisor got so angry that she locked the door, saying, "What kind of friends do you three have? Don't ever come back…"

At that moment, I secretly gloated, thinking, "Damn, they still can't outsmart me. I bet those girls…" Understood, so I symbolically said I was going to my friend's house and we went to a nearby hotel. We booked a triple room (the reason for only booking one room was that it was the first time I met that girl. Although we hugged, it would be embarrassing for her to be alone in a room. Also, my other friend and that girl were in the same situation, so it would be reasonable for six people to share a room, saying we were playing mahjong. Plus, booking one room would save money...). As soon as we entered the room, the two girls went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. After all, they had sweated a lot from singing all night. What surprised me the most was that after they finished showering, they each came out wrapped in a towel (the other girl was more discreet). Then each of us lay down on one of the three beds (my two friends were sitting on another bed, and the other girl was sitting on a stool playing on her phone), and chatted with us. I figured this would be easy, so I secretly grabbed the air conditioner remote and turned the temperature down to five degrees… Then I said, “It’s so cold! I’m freezing! Can someone give me a blanket?” My friend, seeing my expression, said, “Isn’t there a bed over there?” pointing to the busty girl. So I looked at her friend and said, “Give me your blanket, you two can share a bed.” Her friend immediately said, “You two have already hugged, what are you afraid of? Go sleep at her bed.” She was a girl and too shy to say it, but you're shy? Hearing that, I immediately jumped into bed without a word, and the big-breasted girl didn't resist at all…
But it wasn't over yet. We flirted all night, and even though we couldn't have sex, I was still very satisfied because her skin was just amazing… The next morning, I found a pool of blood on my friend's sheets (he slept with a girl last night, and she was on her period). Damn, that's so bloody and inhumane! Having sex while on her period! I said I vaguely heard moaning last night. So, I wasn't satisfied (I even paid for the hotel room), so while the big-breasted girl was showering, I went straight in. I hugged and kissed her first; she was applying shower gel, and that feeling was a million times better than a massage… And she was so incredibly white… the kind of white that Russians have.
Then I went in from the back, but I was so engrossed in my own world that I couldn't find my way in after searching for ages... I felt like the whole world was mine when I was walking down the street... The funniest thing was that the next morning, that pretentious guy was running on the track with my friend, and he was asking how things were going with the busty girl. My friend blurted out, "She slept with Curly Hair (my nickname) last night..." My friend regretted it a little afterward, afraid of hurting him and affecting their relationship. But then he laughed loudly and said in his hometown dialect, "Impossible! That's my girlfriend, how could she sleep with Curly Hair?" (He was so narcissistic)...
The third one was my senior. Since I was a sophomore and she was a junior, we all called her "senior senior." She was quite a character, jealous and thirsty but pretending to be innocent. After I finished my freshman year, I kept changing girlfriends, but all my girlfriends broke up with me. And when I went home for summer vacation, I didn't dare to do anything reckless under my parents' noses, so I... For three months... after the freshman girls arrived, a few friends and I went on a hookup spree. It was so extreme that we got a list from various departments and associations, full of freshman girls' names, phone numbers, and hometowns... My friends even ticked the pretty girls with a red pen and circled the average-looking ones... So we went on a crazy phone-calling spree. That period was insane; we met twenty-five freshman girls in a week. But then again, since they were new to the school, they were a bit intimidated by our audacity, so none of our attempts were successful. Later, we got smarter. If we saw a problem, we'd text a friend to make a call, then answer and pretend to say, "Oh, you've been attacked, I'm coming right now..." It was against this backdrop that I met a junior. The first time I saw her, I thought she was quite cute, and she seemed quite satisfied with me (by the way, my looks are quite popular in the South).
The next day, a friend of mine said he was in a bad mood and suggested going for drinks. A large group of eleven guys of ours carried two cases of liquor to the house of a friend who worked part-time at a bar. On the way, we ran into a third-year female student. She was wearing heavy makeup and very provocative black stockings (she's a stocking fetishist and I've never seen her wear pants). I was a little tempted, so I suggested we go for drinks together, and surprisingly, she agreed. (Later I found out she was very provocative at school, had an abortion, and had slept with countless men.) Three of the dozen or so guys in our group were my good friends at the time. (My friends keep changing, and they're almost all like-minded buddies.) The rest of the guys were a bit of a weirdo, a bit of a closet flirt. After we finished the two bottles of drinks, the remaining guys realized what we were up to and left (their goal was probably to freeload). So, while the senior girl went to the bathroom (she was a bit drunk), we discussed it. We started by saying that since she was already drunk, we should go together. But one of my friends was more rational and said that going together was illegal, so we should go alone. So I said I'd go, and they all left (my friend is a roommate, three...). It was a one-bedroom apartment (they went out to the living room). Without saying much, she came out of the bathroom, and I immediately pushed her down onto the bed, kissing and caressing her. She seemed a bit aroused and initially cooperated. But when I tried to take off her underwear, she suddenly pushed me away and ran out. When she got to the living room and saw my friend there, she picked up her phone and dialed a guy who was pursuing her, on speakerphone, saying, "I was raped..." I was shocked. Actually, I'm quite timid. Leaving aside whether she'd call the police, the guy who was pursuing her was much more... I was a freshman, and I think I knew a lot of people on the school basketball team. Although I also knew some people in the Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) group, I still couldn't handle it if he brought a lot of people… Later, we followed her downstairs. At that point, I had absolutely no desire for her; I was just thinking about avoiding trouble. Then that guy actually came alone, saw that there were many of us, and left without saying a word. What an idiot! Coming alone like that! No wonder others treat her like a slut, while he treats her like a goddess… I thought that was the end of it with the senior, but who knew…
that wasn't even the worst part… That night… I played until I got tired and went to sleep. Then, in the middle of the night, when I went to the bathroom, I found a human head on my bedside table… What the hell was going on…? Just then, a third-year female student came out of the bathroom and told me it was her wig… I was like, damn it, wearing a wig is one thing, but leaving it lying around like that! If I weren't so mentally strong, I would have been scared to death. It's really bizarre that this happened to me… But the reason I broke up with the third-year female student was even more bizarre… We were together for several days, almost five or six times, day and night. Although I'm physically strong… And I'd been holding back for so long, but I couldn't stand being treated like a gigolo. Those few days, even climbing stairs was a struggle; I'd break out in a sweat and feel weak before even reaching the second floor. I felt like she was draining all my energy; if this continued, I'd probably become the next Stephen Hawking… So, after several nights of this, I told her I wanted to go back to my dorm that night. She initially said okay, but after I'd only taken a few steps, she chased after me and said, "I don't want to leave you tonight…" In her eyes, I was just a gigolo. And so, the dramatic scene unfolded… I almost… With tears in my eyes, I told her I was human too and needed rest... and finally she understood. From then on, I blocked her number. When I got back to my dorm and lay on my bamboo mat, I felt so warm...
My fourth girlfriend was the class beauty of a friend's class. To be honest, when I first heard the words "class beauty," I felt a little intimidated. But as the saying goes, as long as you're bold, attentive, and thick-skinned, there's no girl you can't win over... I've forgotten her last name, so let's just call her Class Beauty. Those were the days I'd just separated from a third-year student, and when I heard "Class Beauty," I said I'd give it a try. Well, actually, sometimes chasing girls in college isn't just about going to a hotel; sometimes it's about satisfying that dirty vanity, proving your own worthless insignificance. So I started taking action… I asked the class beauty out that night. This time, because I was short on funds (my friends were also broke), I came up with another plan… Our group went to the apartment my friend who worked at the bar rented. His place had a large balcony, and we could cook, so we saved on food costs, and it had a farmhouse feel… Now for the important part: I bought a deck of cards, and then the class beauty and a few friends (including several couples—you'll understand why I always target couples later) played a game often played in bars and karaoke. We took out seven cards from 1 to 7 (each person took out as many cards as they needed). Then we took out the Joker, and the rule was that whoever drew the Joker had to designate certain numbers to do certain things (similar to Truth or Dare). However, we went way too far. Ten seconds of French kissing was considered mild; sometimes we'd have one person thrust their penis into another's butt ten times… Actually, we had all planned it out beforehand… They fully cooperated with me. At first, I picked them, since they were a couple, so French kissing and playing games with 96 were acceptable. This was to create an atmosphere. Later, it was my turn to be picked and the class beauty's turn. My friend gave me a look, and we intertwined our fingers and stared into each other's eyes for ten seconds (we couldn't go too far at first). The class beauty saw that everyone else had already done it with 96, so she didn't say anything and agreed. Later, it got more and more outrageous, with French kissing, princess carries, and finally, I made her feed me beer right through her mouth... She started to resist a little, but then my friend said, "Don't play games like this anymore." Well, I guess she was afraid of ruining the atmosphere, so she reluctantly agreed... Gradually, our relationship progressed. Although she didn't say it aloud, my friends were so helpful, creating so many opportunities, that she tacitly accepted it. So the next day, I borrowed two hundred yuan, booked a mahjong room, and invited her over...
Speaking of which, that night I booked a mahjong room with some friends and invited the class beauty over. This time, she didn't refuse at all; I guess she understood what I meant... When she arrived, she played mahjong for a while. Everything was going smoothly until one of my friends suddenly went crazy and got addicted to it, playing several times... I tried to signal him to leave with my eyes, but he not only ignored me but got more and more excited… Eventually, I had no choice but to kick them all out while the class beauty was in the bathroom… The class beauty stayed in the bathroom for a long time (I suspected she might be masturbating in there…). I was a little nervous, wondering how to start… Who knew that after she finished using the bathroom, she took a shower (probably starting to prepare…). After the shower, she actually asked me to carry her to bed! Damn, wasn't that a blatant hint? This class beauty is above average in looks, and she's 170cm tall. I really like tall girls because… The doggy style was amazing... After carrying her to bed, I pushed her down and took off her clothes to start foreplay... At that moment, I was secretly delighted not only by the impending sexual satisfaction, but also by the sense of conquest. I felt that even the prettiest girl in the class was nothing special, and my confidence soared. I suddenly felt like there was no girl in the world I couldn't get, and I even wanted to seduce Hu Jintao's daughter the next day... Anyway, after the foreplay, when my penis had just entered a little, she suddenly pushed me away and shouted loudly, "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." She said "ouch" five times... Wow, she's a virgin... By the way, my first girlfriend also said she... She was a virgin, but she didn't bleed, and there was absolutely no resistance when I entered her, so I guess she was lying to me. But getting in was as difficult as the US military invading Zhongnanhai in Beijing… and her expression made it seem like I was dismembering her… So I tried five or six times, and I even gave her oral sex. Although she was very wet, she screamed like a pig being slaughtered every time I entered… Eventually, I completely lost interest and just went to sleep… The next day, she asked me if she was still a virgin. This stumped me, so I told her that if she bled, she wasn't. Who knew she… She said if she wasn't a virgin, we could still have sex again; but if she was, I shouldn't touch her again. She said she could tell I wasn't sincere... As soon as she finished speaking, I pulled back the covers and searched the bed for blood... She went to take a shower... I searched for a long time but couldn't find it, but I was a little unwilling to give up, after all, I spent two hundred yuan. So, I did something I still find ridiculous... I painfully cut my finger... I was a little obsessed at the time... After cutting my finger, I smeared the blood on the sheets... When she came out, she told me she wasn't a virgin. She glanced at the sheets, sighed, and I immediately pushed her down onto the bed (no time to waste, checkout was at noon)... I had to succeed this time... and sure enough, things went smoothly. We made love a few times before checkout; I guess the previous attempts failed because she wasn't quite accepting of me, and now she was probably just giving up... What I remember most vividly was her moaning. Damn, that sound—natural, real, not at all artificial, and paired with that ecstatic expression, I felt like I needed to eat two boxes of cum. I had only one thought in my mind: fuck her to death...
My fifth girlfriend is now, yes, my official girlfriend, we've been dating for two years...
I fell for her the first time I saw her. She's a well-known rich kid at our school, and extremely high-profile; you could spot her in a hundred people at a glance... When I was pursuing her, I was bursting with confidence because I'd won over the class beauty two days earlier, making me quite famous at school. While not universally admired, I was certainly known to everyone. So, I had many friends and practically lived a life of privilege at school. If someone hit me, I'd call the martial arts team; if I wanted a girl's phone number, I'd get it from the student council; I even ate in the cafeteria without paying (because...). (I have a friend who works part-time in the cafeteria). What is the original poster trying to say here? The reason I'm so popular at school is because I'm famous for picking up girls. So whether it's the martial arts team or the student council, they help me entirely because they can get girls from me, or they ask me for advice on how to pick up girls... Actually, this is a microcosm of society. Most people befriend you because they value you in some way, and they'll exchange their value for yours to achieve a win-win situation. Like Marlon Brando in The Godfather, after helping someone, he would refuse money offered to him, saying he wanted that person to remember him. Because he knew how to win people over and use his... He exchanges value for value, and over time, he can exploit more and more of others' value, becoming invincible. Why can his gang do whatever they want? It's not just because he has many subordinates or abundant wealth; it's because he has friends in various fields he can use. Therefore, the government and banks give him the green light… This is also true in today's society. Those who have been navigating the complexities of society for a long time understand that connections are sometimes more important than money. Some people, because of their connections, can even run a shell company and earn millions a year. What others value is their worth…
Getting off-topic, back then, the line of men pursuing her stretched from the cafeteria… Upon arriving in the city center… most people didn't dare confess their feelings to her because her aura was simply too overwhelming. Her middle parting alone was a major plus, and she loved wearing that long bohemian dress. Even though I'm a seasoned person, seeing her made me feel completely lost, and my face turned bright red… Among her suitors, the most outstanding was the "BMW guy." He was a tall, handsome, and wealthy guy at our school, reportedly worth over 100 million. He changed cars almost daily—BMWs, Mercedes, Ferraris—and every time he appeared, he made all the other guys incredibly envious. Besides his luxury cars, he was also incredibly handsome, a typical South Korean pretty boy combined with a muscular Western man. He had both looks and a great physique, so countless girls were around him, but he just couldn't win her over. He confessed repeatedly, only to be rejected each time (the BMW guy was arrogant; he'd usually just say "girlfriend" to anyone he fancied). Later, she told me she didn't like guys like the BMW guy who were so flashy, and that he was a very boring person… It seems that to win over a rich girl, a combination of sweet talk and deception is the best approach!

Here, I'd also like to share some tips on how to pursue a rich and beautiful woman, for your reference only...

Generally, rich and beautiful women are mostly spoiled from childhood and have many suitors, so they are quite assertive. They like being chased, but they are not interested in these suitors. There's a saying that what's offered to you is worthless. The easier it is to get something, the less you cherish it; the harder it is to get something, the more you get excited. At this point, no matter how good you are to them, it's useless. At most, they'll treat you like a brother or sister. But if you act superior in front of them, they'll look down on you even more because they don't allow anyone to be arrogant in front of them. You can only look up to them from below...

So how do you pursue a rich and beautiful woman? I have a trick: provoke them. Yes, provoke them... Because they see the guys who pursue them as their trophies. But think about it, when they see their trophy in front of them with another girl, and that girl is not as good as them, and much worse, how will they feel? First, they might feel that the guy pursuing them has a messy private life, but second, they feel the urge to reclaim their trophy. And when they have this thought, they... She took the bait… but there's a limit. How do you find that limit? Let me tell you how I won over this rich and beautiful girl, my fifth girlfriend, who is now my official girlfriend… I
originally thought it was basically over between us. I texted her during the National Day holiday, and she only replied with a few words, and each time the last two words were just "hehe." As the saying goes, a chat ends with "hehe." When she went back to school for the holiday, I asked her out a few times, but she made various excuses to decline. So, I gradually stopped caring about her. Until one day…
I thought about it for a long time after I got back and felt that this was an opportunity. I needed to change my strategy and take the initiative. So, I made a bold move, and it was this move that gave me a chance… Do you guys remember my third girlfriend, the senior who wore a wig and spat on my penis? That night, she invited a lot of people, including a guy in a BMW, several guys who were pursuing her, and several of her roommates (damn, her roommates were on a completely different level from her). And I, I brought the senior with me… When we first entered the private room, she was a little surprised, and then she started playing on her phone… The boys were eager to show off, especially the guy in the BMW, who immediately ordered "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau"... Damn, if you don't have the voice, don't try to hit high notes. Another boy went over to play dice with her... What was I doing at this time? I was leaning on the shoulder of a third-year female student and chatting intimately with her (because this action was neither too excessive nor too dirty, and it also seemed ambiguous). At first, she didn't pay any attention to me at all, just singing and drinking with those boys. Gradually, she would glance at me from time to time, but I had no intention of getting close to her at all, just chatting with the third-year female student. The third-year female student was very high-profile, ordering "Love You Till I Die," and even singing and dancing at the same time, with a great air of stealing the show. She started to get a little annoyed. I was secretly delighted, she was starting to take the bait... Because the goddess wouldn't allow anyone to overshadow her, and she wouldn't allow her prize to turn against her and chase after another girl, especially one she didn't like. Later, I maintained an ambiguous relationship with a third-year student for one night, and she seemed unhappy. She ended up drinking directly from a bottle… When others asked her what was wrong, she said she was thirsty… That night, when I returned to my dorm, she texted me, asking if I liked her. I told her I liked her at first, but now I only considered her a friend. Actually, I said that on purpose to provoke her, and she fell right into my trap… In the following days, she started actively asking me out, either to karaoke or bars, and I always brought the third-year student along, until one time… That time she asked me to meet her at the river across from the school, saying she had feelings for me and asking if I still liked her (later I realized that part of the reason she said that was to get back at the third-year student). I replied that I didn't know, and we should see how things went (I was really impressed with myself at the time, so adept at handling things). Just as I was secretly pleased with myself, she suddenly hugged me, and I burst out laughing inside… This progress was beyond my expectations… …And at the time, she was mostly confident, after all, she was a goddess even the BMW guy couldn't win over… I won't go into the details of what happened later, but she was a virgin… Gradually, her relationship with her original boyfriend faded until they finally broke up, while I, after enduring a long period of being a "homewrecker," finally achieved my happy ending. I forgot to mention, her boyfriend and she were in a long-distance relationship, living in different cities… The most tragic thing was that the BMW guy stopped driving his various luxury cars and became much less arrogant. My friend said he admired me immensely… Haha, I'm a successful example of a loser's rise to success. This was also my peak period. At that time, walking on campus, I was the center of attention everywhere. I became famous throughout the school, especially among the boys in the Shipbuilding Department (there were almost no girls in the entire department), who worshipped me…

Without further ado, let me continue with my sixth partner, which was also the most legendary experience, comparable to a movie plot…

The sixth person was introduced to me by my apprentice, who was actually a boy in my class. At that time, I was addicted to gambling and lost nearly ten thousand yuan in just a few days in my old dorm, accumulating huge debts. I had no choice but to run away... and secretly moved into my apprentice's dorm... Although this was a serious breach of character, I had no other choice; I had no money and had to do this. It was a lesson learned, and that period was indeed very difficult because I had to constantly borrow money and hide from several creditors in that small campus. Imagine how tough that was! So, I want to warn everyone: gambling is harmful to your health... As for why I went looking for a sixth person, it all started with my girlfriend (my fifth person). At that time, she hadn't completely broken up with her boyfriend and they were still in contact, calling each other frequently. This was something I couldn't tolerate (and I believe most guys couldn't either). When I heard the song "Mistress" at the hair salon, I almost cried... So, after my girlfriend had a long phone call with her boyfriend, I... Then, he resolutely began his revenge, which now seems ridiculous... My apprentice loved online chatting back then, as WeChat wasn't very popular. He joined various singles groups. My apprentice's surname was Zhang. He had a girlfriend in his freshman year, and they had a great relationship, but they broke up in his sophomore year. The reason for the breakup was bizarre: the girl wouldn't have sex with him. But what's even more bizarre is that they had tried everything, including the 96 positions, but still hadn't had sex... So, he broke up with his girlfriend because of this. The reason he became my apprentice was to have me teach him how to pursue girls, and most importantly, he was a virgin... That day, I returned to my dorm feeling dejected. Why was I dejected? First, because my girlfriend had been on the phone with her boyfriend for a long time, right in front of me. Second, because I saw my creditor that day, and I quickly turned around and left, feeling like a rat crossing the street... Back in the dorm, my apprentice was video chatting with an online friend. They were in the bathroom, and I was sitting in front of his computer. Unexpectedly, his online friend started flirting with me, saying, "Handsome, you look familiar." Originally, I was already... My girlfriend, who's decided to change her ways, suddenly got the urge to flirt with me after everything that happened today. So I teased her, saying, "Yeah, I also think you look familiar. Yes, last time we spent time together, you left the next morning without even telling me your name." (I'm a pro at online chatting, and I know how to tailor my approach to different people. The most important thing in online chatting is to attract the other person and find topics to talk about. Seeing how direct she was, I responded even more directly.) Then she said, "Ugh, who wants to spend time with you at night? You're so young, how can your thoughts be so lewd?" I replied, "Women love bad boys, right? You think I'm young, but I think you're not much older than me. I also like relationships with older women. Do you have a boyfriend?" (Getting straight to the point). She continued, "Whether I have a boyfriend or not is none of your business, and I don't like relationships with older women." At this point, some viewers might think it's over, but that's not the case. Girls don't agree so easily. The faster they agree, the more easy they seem. Girls generally want to leave a good impression. Even if she wants to have sex with you, she'll still say something to build rapport first. At this point, you have to give her a way out… I continued, “It’s okay if you don’t like it. How about this, I’ll do you the honor of having dinner with you?” She said, “I don’t even know you, why should I have dinner with you?” I realized she was still trying to act coy and wanted me to give her more face, so I said, “Once is never enough, twice is more. Besides, I feel like we’ve known each other forever, and I think we’re really meant to be. Actually, we could be confidantes or best friends. You can come to me for a chat when you argue with your boyfriend. As the saying goes, having someone to care about is happiness, and I happen to be that person. But I don’t have anyone to care about, so let me think about you for now. But I’ve never even met you, so what’s there to care about…” Finally, she agreed to meet me, and we exchanged numbers and arranged to meet that night. Just then, my apprentice suddenly shouted, “Ah Jiao, call your friend too…” It turned out he had been watching me chat the whole time… So, that night, after chatting with my girlfriend as usual, I began my first cross-city romance hunt (the girl lived in another city)… We set off around 11 PM. First, we used a screwdriver to loosen the bathroom window (because the dorms were already closed... we had to climb out through the bathroom window; we had our own bathroom, and the window hadn't been replaced in a long time, the screws were all loose). We hailed a taxi at the school gate. Once inside, the driver asked, "Where to, young man?" My apprentice replied, "De'an (the girl's city)." "Two hundred," the driver said. Holy crap! Is this some kind of rip-off? I've never heard of a taxi costing two hundred... So we asked the driver to stop. He thought for a moment and said, "Fine, if you think two hundred is too expensive, I'll take you to my friend's bus stop. This place doesn't have trains, and my friend's is taking the last bus. The fare is forty per person, okay?" Forty isn't expensive, okay... So we boarded the bus to De'an, or as my apprentice put it, the subway to spring... When we arrived in De'an, I called and arranged to meet them in the center of De'an County. It was a dark and windy night, and the county town was very run-down, much like it was in the early days of China's reform and opening up... Both girls were wearing makeup, and overall, the quality was acceptable given the makeup. My apprentice and I, having come all this way, weren't disappointed… We chatted for a bit, then started drinking together, and things went smoothly. Both girls seemed to have a good impression of my apprentice and me. But my apprentice was really bizarre that day. In that sweltering summer heat, he wore a Metersbonwe suit jacket, white linen pants (imported, the same style as Wang Xiaofei's), and a pair of New Balance sneakers like Edison Chen's, plus floral socks… Speaking of which, my apprentice was obsessed with Wang Xiaofei and Edison Chen back then—one a stylish man, the other a trendsetter. His Taobao favorites were full of items worn by Wang Xiaofei and Edison Chen, and he also frequently bought men's fashion magazines. The room was full of Italian men dressed like this, casual leather shoes, patterned socks… but I don’t know what his style was today, he was dressed like this… Despite this, her target seemed quite satisfied with him, so after dinner and drinks, we went to a hotel… Everything went smoothly for me, and she was a smart woman; she invited me over to try something new. After we got to the room, I took a shower and we started having sex. She initially asked me to wear a condom, but after about 40 minutes I couldn’t ejaculate (because of the alcohol), so I threw the condom away. Finally, I took it off and ejaculated inside her… Afterwards, we chatted. She asked if I had a girlfriend and how many I’d been with. Since I’m not a fan of… It's heartbreaking, so I told her I didn't have a girlfriend. Later, she told me her story, which I still remember vividly... She entered society at ten, starting as a legitimate shampoo girl. Then, at fourteen, she was drugged and raped—that was her first time... Her first boyfriend went to jail for crippling someone. She then met her second boyfriend, but he completely disrespected her, frequently beating her and introducing her to his friends as his cousin... Her third boyfriend was also seeing other girls while dating her. She even paid for the gift he bought for one of the girls' birthdays, and they booked a hotel room right above theirs! I can't believe she was more tolerant than me in this regard... She finally met her fourth boyfriend, who doted on her and treated her very well. One winter, he gave her all the few thousand yuan he had earned to buy her clothes, while he himself had no money for food. But just when she thought she had found her soulmate and was preparing to marry him, misfortune struck. This man had arranged a fight (what they call "setting up a scene") and smashed the other party's car. However, the other party called more people, and in the end, they used a steel pipe to smash her boyfriend's head, completely destroying it. She said that when her boyfriend's henchmen saw that someone had died, they all ran away, leaving her alone to carry her boyfriend on her back and try to flag down a taxi on the street, but no car stopped. In the end, she carried her boyfriend to the hospital, but it was too late... I was deeply moved after hearing her story. I also noticed the dozens of scars on her wrists, large and small, densely packed together. She said she had considered suicide many times because her father had passed away when she was five, her mother had remarried and barely cared for her, and many of her friends were only after her money (she was very good at making money). So, she had placed all her emotional support on her boyfriend, but who knew he would leave like this…

To be honest, I felt like crying, but I knew we weren't on the same wavelength. Playing around was fine, but a real relationship was impossible. However, I couldn't bear to hurt her (which led to the even more legendary story later). Just then, my apprentice suddenly called. He asked me to come to his room. At first, I thought he was also bored and wanted me to come chat or maybe exchange things… So I called him over too. When I got to his room, I was speechless…I witnessed a truly legendary scene. The girl was sitting on the bed, her clothes torn open, but her underwear wasn't showing. She looked furious, while my apprentice, wearing only underwear (the same style as Edison Chen's), sat on the edge of the bed, looking utterly dejected. And, most importantly, there were over a dozen condoms next to the pillow, all different colors and styles (my apprentice has a condom collecting fetish, and today he thought it would finally come in handy...). I couldn't figure out what was going on, so I asked my apprentice what was happening... Apparently, the girl had a boyfriend, and she probably initially planned to cheat on him while he was away. Maybe after flirting with my apprentice and getting ready for some serious sex, she suddenly had a change of heart and rejected him, but my apprentice obviously didn't care about that. Imagine, as an older virgin, and someone with severely excessive testosterone (by the way, my apprentice later often had sex ten times a night...), and was even a bit psychologically disturbed from holding it in (he liked collecting condoms, liked running around naked in the dorm, and would occasionally make various provocative poses...)... So my apprentice tried to rape her. Actually, it wasn't really rape, because she was willing to have foreplay with my apprentice at first... But, the most tragic thing happened... This girl was wearing a jumpsuit... My apprentice tried to take it off for a long time but couldn't, and finally tore her clothes. The girl then said that if he touched her again, she would call 110 (the police), and my apprentice stopped... So that night, the four of us sat awkwardly for the whole night. The next day, my apprentice and I left… My apprentice was incredibly depressed the whole way. He didn't care how much money was spent; the most important thing was the wasted emotions. Seeing how easily I succeeded, he lamented how difficult it was to lose a virgin's virginity, and even said he was born at the wrong time… I thought my relationship with my sixth girlfriend was over, and I went back to be with my girlfriend as if nothing had happened. My apprentice, utterly despondent, never logged into his QQ again… Who knew, one day she called me saying she wanted to come to my school to see me… Our story wasn't over yet; it was just beginning… She wanted to come to our school… Of course, I couldn't let her come to school. First, I was afraid my girlfriend would find out, and second, she was a gangster, with a boss-like demeanor. Although I'm not exactly a good person, I'm still a college student, and it wouldn't be good for my classmates to see me with someone like that... So I arranged to meet her at a hotel far from our school. I had her book the room first, and after I finished with my girlfriend and took her back to her dorm, I took a taxi to find that girl... When we met, we had sex right away, and she even gave me oral sex and made me ejaculate in her mouth. To be honest, she made me feel much better than the time with the senior girl... After a few rounds, we started chatting again. She actually told me to go home and call her family... I thought she was joking at first, but then she pulled out two bus tickets... I was shocked. First, I didn't expect her to be serious... Second, I was shocked that she was going to meet my family... Family, what does that even mean? Meeting someone's family means they're considering marriage. Let's not even talk about how we've only met a few times. I'm so young and still in school, how can I even think about marriage... And she has a personality like Sister Thirteen from Hongxing. If my mom finds out, will she agree? It would be strange if she didn't sever our mother-son relationship... But after her proactive and sincere pleading, I actually agreed. First, as I mentioned before, I had accumulated a lot of gambling debts, and creditors were chasing me for repayment every day. Moreover, these few days happened to be the May Day holiday, so they had more time to come after me since they weren't in class. Going back to my hometown with her would be a good way to escape the debt collectors... Second, after hearing her story that day, I really felt sorry for her and couldn't bear to hurt her anymore... So the next morning, we set off, driving all the way from Jiujiang to Nanchang, picked up her cousin (who will be introduced later and is a very important person), and went to her hometown, Ganzhou. Halfway there, I realized a serious problem: my real girlfriend was still at school... So, I told a huge lie, calling my real girlfriend and saying that my fourth uncle had passed away last night, and my family had booked a ticket for me last night, so I should hurry back to my hometown this morning. Moreover, the poster spoke with great emotion on the phone, occasionally sounding anxious and slightly sobbing. I really admired my acting skills at the time... Luckily, the poster didn't have a fourth uncle, otherwise his family would have torn me to pieces... Some people here question the poster's authenticity, that's okay. A thousand readers will have a thousand Hamlets. The more unreliable it seems, the more legendary my story is. But if you think it's impossible for the poster to have dated so many girls or that such a thing couldn't happen on a university campus, then you're very wrong. It just means you're a good student or a repressed guy. Many people have privately messaged me asking for my dating experience. I've written twenty summaries of dating experience before. If you need them, email me at shenjuo@126diankam and I'll send them to you when I have time. Actually, many girls my age feel lonely; otherwise, why would there be more girls than boys using Momo (a dating app)? But loneliness is one thing, whether you can ignite their deepest desires and completely attract them depends on your skills. Just because you don't have those skills doesn't mean others don't. So I'm too lazy to argue about this. If you like it, keep reading. Thanks to all my supporters. Without further ado, let me tell you the story of my journey home with that "gangster boss"... We traveled with her cousin to her hometown, first visiting her younger cousin. Her cousin was quite peculiar; she worked as a shampoo girl—don't overthink it, it was a proper Thai-style shampoo. She was a year younger than me, but incredibly cute, like a primary school student. You'd think girls like that would be innocent, right? But I was completely shocked by her experiences! When her cousin was eighteen, she was working in Sichuan when she met a man ten years her senior. Initially, she didn't like him, but they eventually fell in love and got together. However, a bizarre thing happened: after more than three years together, they never got married, and her cousin gave birth to twins. Even more bizarrely, one day while her husband was away, she secretly ran away back to her hometown and disappeared without a trace. The reason was shocking: she felt this kind of life was too boring and not what she wanted (why didn't she think of that sooner?)... Now she... She changes boyfriends every few days, while her husband is frantically searching for her everywhere... I was drinking with my older sister, her cousin, and her other cousins when I heard her story. I was shocked, but it also made me think. I'd heard that people in the South marry and have children early, but this was the first time I'd seen it happen this early. The reason my cousin was able to abandon her husband and child is simple: perhaps she wasn't mature enough to have the child, and it took her a long time to realize that this was beyond her emotional maturity. The ideal life was far from reality…it was just a pity for her husband and children… That night we drank a lot. This woman, known for her strong personality, loved to drink; her catchphrase was, "Life is like a small drinking table, life is all about drinking…" So, we basically drank every night we were together, and she had a high tolerance for alcohol, drinking like water… The next day I went to meet her mother and stepfather. Although our meeting wasn't very formal given the complicated family situation, it felt a bit like a son-in-law visiting his in-laws… Her mother and stepfather were very easygoing, and I also… They bought a lot of gifts (although it was the older sister's money that gave me). There was a funny little incident. When her mother asked me what I did for a living, I was about to say that I studied in Jiujiang when the older sister suddenly said that he was a coal mine owner from Shanxi... Damn, I didn't look like one at all. Back then, I was dressed like a typical South Korean boy, wearing a floral t-shirt, cropped pants, canvas shoes, and I even had dyed yellow hair and a weird fringe. I looked more like a Shanxi barber, let alone a coal mine owner... But her mother was very kind and said, "You're young and promising. Treat my daughter well." I humbly explained that I was just starting out in the coal business… To be honest, I was incredibly nervous, my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I was just a kid back then, and I'd always attended these kinds of events with my parents, but this time I was the son-in-law… Just as I was so nervous I didn't know what to do with my hands, my stepfather's daughter suddenly asked, "When are you planning to marry my sister, brother-in-law?" My mind went completely blank. Even though people in the South marry young, this was way too fast… I replied with something incredibly stupid, something I still… Unforgettable, "Let's talk about it when I'm older"... Later, the older sister smoothed things over for me, saying I was joking. Everyone laughed, chatted for a while, and then we went back to the hotel. Since her mother was staying at her stepfather's daughter's house, it wasn't convenient for us to stay overnight. Later, I learned that her mother had actually figured out I was a student, but she didn't expose me. Firstly, she didn't want to spoil everyone's fun, and secondly, even though I was a student, her mother at least saw that she was with someone of relatively high quality. Although he didn't have an income, at least she wouldn't have to live in constant fear like her old gangsters...High-caliber people are together now. Even without income, they won't have to live in constant fear like her old gangsters...High-caliber people are together now. Even without income, they won't have to live in constant fear like her old gangsters...
Back at the hotel, feeling bored, I texted my apprentice, telling him about my day. Just then, my older sister chimed in, asking which pretty girl I was chatting with. I said it was my apprentice, and she laughed. Her cousin asked what was so funny, so my older sister told her about my apprentice's experience that night. Then her cousin asked if my apprentice was handsome, and I said very handsome, and that we could video chat if she didn't believe me. She said yes, so I texted my apprentice to tell him his cousin was interested in him and wanted to video chat… My apprentice was at the gym, and after seeing the text, he immediately took a taxi back to his dorm, turned on his computer, and even washed his hair and face there… When we started the video chat, his cousin seemed quite impressed with him. My apprentice was also good-looking, with big eyes, a bit like Forrest Gump from the movie, and seemed like a kind person. The first time I met him, he wore glasses, was very refined, and shook my hand with a "hello"… Who would have thought he'd become so eccentric now… His cousin seemed very domineering, with a spider tattooed on the back of her hand. Spider, with a night-blooming cereus tattooed on her back, raised her eyebrows as she spoke, her eyes sharp, especially when she smoked, inspiring an inexplicable sense of awe… My cousin also had a story to tell; I heard from my older sister that she had four abortions… They got along quite well. My cousin wasn't highly educated, but she was very interesting and direct, and my apprentice liked straightforward girls. The last time in De'an left him heartbroken; every night he'd lament when he'd lose his virginity, shaking the bed while doing so. Not satisfied after a while, he'd turn on his computer and turn up the volume on porn, occasionally taking pictures of the condoms he'd collected… almost obsessed… After my cousin said, "I want to walk around with you in matching outfits," my apprentice suddenly turned off the video call. An hour later, he sent me a multimedia message with a picture of a train ticket and a Taobao page. Holy crap, he'd actually gone to the station and bought a ticket to come here that night, and even ordered matching outfits on Taobao… Not bad, that's his style. What I admire most about my apprentice is his sheer determination. It's a seven-hour drive from my school city to here, and he set off at 1 AM… Who could do that? But I was still a little worried, afraid he'd made a wasted trip. If he failed again, he might go crazy… I told my older cousin about my concerns, and she told me not to worry, that her cousin was a reasonable person, and that my apprentice definitely wouldn't go for nothing… The next morning, my apprentice called me early to say he'd arrived and asked for the hotel address. After I gave it to him, he immediately hailed a motorcycle taxi… He arrived at our hotel, and this time he was dressed much more normally (learning from his previous mistake). My older sister and I, understanding the situation, went out to buy breakfast. We ate breakfast for over an hour, discussing whether my apprentice would succeed. She said no problem (I wonder if she's really my cousin)... After waiting for over an hour, we couldn't wait any longer and went upstairs. We knocked on the door, and when it opened, a very comical scene unfolded. My apprentice was sitting on the edge of the bed like a little girl, a shy smile on his face, while his cousin was wrapped in a bath towel beside him, slurring his words... Smoking a cigarette, legs crossed, eyebrows twitching—it looked like my apprentice had been raped by his cousin… And so, my apprentice fulfilled his greatest wish, a triumphant return, as he put it. Afterwards, he told everyone he met about his experience, detailing every single action, especially when encountering virgins, he'd get even more excited, recounting it several times… Later, the four of us went to the eldest sister's maternal grandmother's house in the countryside (they call her maternal grandmother). It was my first time visiting the southern countryside, and I was truly captivated by the beautiful scenery… Neatly arranged paddy fields, rows of golden flowers whose names I didn't know, and a few elderly farmers working the land—all these elements combined to create a beautiful and moving landscape painting that deeply captivated me. I was riding a motorcycle taxi, enjoying the cool breeze and breathing in the fresh, earthy air; the feeling was truly wonderful… After visiting my grandmother, we headed home. Meanwhile, my apprentice and my cousin had been having sex countless times every night (like a ten-year convict meeting Lin Chi-ling). When my apprentice returned to school, he was in a great mood. He even said that sex has a cooling effect, his constipation was cured, and his acne disappeared. ...And I went back to school to be with my girlfriend. After keeping in touch with my "big sister" (a nickname for a female friend), things gradually faded. Then one day, she saw me shopping with my girlfriend. She seemed unfazed, just sending me a text wishing me happiness. But later, she was resentful and would sometimes call me late at night when she was drunk, saying she wanted to have someone kill my girlfriend... At first, I was terrified, but I gradually got used to it. Finally, I simply changed my number and cut all ties with her... My apprentice also gradually stopped contacting that girl, because that girl originally intended to... We played a one-night stand, and besides, we weren't really on the same wavelength anyway... I thought our relationship with them was over, but then one day... Anyway, that day my apprentice and I went out to eat, and suddenly he got a text message. He almost fainted after reading it... I looked at it, and oh no, it turned out my cousin was pregnant! Holy crap, this was my apprentice's first time... Back in the dorm, we had all sorts of discussions. Some said the girl might be pregnant with someone else's child, some said it didn't matter if she was pregnant or not, just run away. Holy crap, my cousin's a gangster, where the hell could you run to? Besides, you'd lose your student status... And then there was this idiot who said to just give birth... Well… after all that talk, my apprentice finally decided to borrow money for my cousin's surgery. So, he used his connections, borrowing from here and there, and scraped together three thousand yuan. We set off the next day… More than a month later, I saw my cousin again. She was much fatter and looked much more haggard… We followed her to her room, and wow, the room was filled with smoke. She lived in a rented room in an alley in the heart of Nanchang, a street almost entirely lined with nail salons, tattoo parlors, and even brothels… We found a place to sit down. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and my cousin… My sister's room was filled with people like her. One man had a face that looked like it had been chewed by a dog, full of fleshy muscles; he didn't look like a good person at all, and he was walking a wolfhound with him... The other women all wore light makeup, their hands and legs covered in tattoos, and they all had cigarettes dangling from their mouths... My apprentice and I were sitting next to them, almost wetting ourselves. This was some kind of local gang meeting... They were all chatting in Nanchang dialect. After a while, someone knocked on the door. It was a young man. He handed in a package, and then the man with the dog gave him some money. What was in the package? Holy crap, it was drugs!!! We realized something was wrong and quickly said it was getting late and we needed to rest. We booked a room next to theirs, locked the door from the inside, and even found a steel pipe by the bedside, just in case. That night was truly terrifying. Imagine, a group of drug dealers next door—how would you feel? First, we were worried the police would come and implicate us; second, we were afraid one of them might burst in and kill us. And there was a dog too—what if it unleashed its fur and attacked us…? That night passed like that. We could hear DJ music playing on the phone from time to time, and we could also hear their screams. We couldn't imagine what was happening on their side—maybe they were having a group sex… The next day, we accompanied my cousin to her surgery (she had done drugs the night before surgery, unbelievable! No wonder my older sister told me my cousin would only live to be thirty). We went to a clinic in an alley, with something called Hong Kong Ren'ai Hospital… Wow, that's a pretty imposing name… But the interior was nicely decorated, and there were quite a few people there. After paying, they first went for a uterine evacuation, or something like that. It involved scanning my abdomen with a machine; I don't know what it was for. After that, I went straight into the operating room. That was the first time I'd ever witnessed anything like it, and I was deeply shocked… About ten minutes later, my cousin screamed. The doctor shouted, "Who's her boyfriend? Come in and take her out!" My apprentice was terrified, and I quickly pushed him in. When my cousin came out, I was completely stunned. She looked like she was on drugs; her eyelids were rolled back, and she was muttering, "I need to pee, I need to pee." The doctor said she didn't need to pee, but my cousin kept saying, her brow furrowed, "I need to pee, I need to pee…" And there was blood on her jeans… Seeing this, I wanted to cry. I'd heard from my older sister that this was her first abortion… She used a 200-yuan medication for abortion, which is the most harmful to the body… But hearing about it is one thing, but seeing it for myself now, I feel very complicated. Leaving aside whether my cousin brought this upon herself, who can bear the physical and mental pain of five abortions… Just hearing that number is enough to kill someone… My cousin, like the older sister, is a tragic figure. When they have money, they buy drugs, drink, and party, but they never truly plan for the future or examine themselves. They've given up on themselves. Perhaps the older sister is a little better; at least she still has a yearning for beautiful love. But in my cousin, all I see is depravity, decadence, and darkness—the tragedy of an older, wayward young woman. Yes, every city has people like this to some extent, but I…We can't help but ask, should these people be abandoned? Shouldn't our nation, our country, try to save or help them? They are human beings too. Should we just watch a vibrant life sink into despair? I felt powerless, but I felt sorrow for this society. From that day on, I understood a principle: the greatest support in this society is yourself. To establish yourself, others are at most platforms; ultimately, you have to rely on yourself. Moreover, one wrong step leads to another, and you must be strong. You have to get used to this indifferent, numb society. Sometimes, if you don't hurt others, others will hurt you. Later, we took my cousin home, my apprentice put the remaining money by her pillow, and then we left…
The seventh one is the prettiest I've ever dated; she's also a car model…
The first time I met her, she was invited by our dorm leader to karaoke, but she said she felt awkward being the only girl there. So I called a friend who works at a hair salon, Xiao Su, and asked him to invite a few girls. Xiao Su knows a lot of beautiful women, so he invited everyone from his QQ group, called the Jiujiang Singles Group. It's full of men and women in their early twenties—students, rich kids, karaoke owners—basically a bunch of fun-loving people who often organize activities in the group… By the way, my seventh date was also from that group. That night we sang together, and almost everyone's eyes were on my seventh date. Although there were a few other pretty girls, she was the only one who was truly beautiful. She was unforgettable; you couldn't help but look at her a second time after the first glance… Because the eldest sister was there, I didn't talk to any of the girls, just secretly glanced at them. That night passed just like that… Later, I heard from Xiao Su that the most beautiful girl was named Xiao Song, who was my seventh girlfriend… Later, I often thought of Xiao Song, and sometimes her image filled my mind. Everyone in our dorm said she was beautiful, like a fairy from heaven, someone you could only admire from afar, never touch. But my biggest characteristic is that I don't like dating. If I set my sights on someone, no matter how difficult it is, I will try. How will I know if it will work if I don't try? So I decided then and there that if I had the chance to meet her again, I would definitely make a move… Finally, one time Xiao Su invited everyone in our dorm to go to karaoke, and Xiao Song went too, but my real girlfriend was there that time. So, my girlfriend also likes to make friends with pretty girls. That night, when she saw Xiao Song, she initiated a chat and asked for her phone number. However, they later realized they didn't have much in common and stopped talking. Meanwhile, I, being rather cunning, secretly wrote down Xiao Song's number… Something funny happened that night. Xiao Song has a friend named Xiao Li, and that night, Xiao Li, after drinking too much, dragged Xiao Song to dance. We were watching from the sidelines. While we were watching, my apprentice quietly told me he wanted to date Xiao Li. Actually, I knew he also wanted to date Xiao Song, but Xiao Song was too difficult, so he could only target Xiao Li, who was several levels below him. So my apprentice tried to strike up a conversation, but Xiao Li was having so much fun dancing that she didn't have time to talk to him. I ignored him, so my apprentice stood next to her. After a while, my apprentice suddenly walked away. I asked him why he stopped trying to chat her up, and he told me that Xiao Li had body odor… The next night, I went back to my dorm and started calling my goddess, Song. After dialing, I organized my thoughts, and the call connected. “Hello, what are you doing?” I said first. The goddess seemed a little surprised, but remained calm (probably because strangers often call her). “Who are you? Do we know each other?” I continued, “You don’t even know me? I’m the drain cleaner downstairs from your apartment.” The goddess smiled. “My drain has never been broken.” I continued, “Then I’m mistaken. I’m cleaning the drain across from yours.” The goddess said calmly, “Okay, tell me, who exactly are you?” "Who is it? How did they get my number?" So the poster honestly confessed. Why honestly? Most girls wouldn't accept being harassed by a man with a girlfriend, but the goddess was different. She was the most dazzling goddess wherever she went. That night, the person closest to her was my girlfriend. Although my girlfriend wasn't as pretty as her, she exuded an air of nobility, clearly a high-profile rich second-generation, and that kind of nobility was unmatched. So, they were evenly matched that night, and since they couldn't connect, there was a natural competition to see who was the real queen. The poster's honest confession meant that goddess Song had won, because even her boyfriend was pursuing me. "Of course I am the queen..." Sure enough, the goddess Song pretended to be angry and said, "You have a beautiful woman with you and you still call me? I hate men like you the most." The poster knew that she was saying this, but she was actually very happy inside, so she pressed her advantage and said, "Because you are so amazing, I can't sleep without calling you." Gradually, the poster first praised her to the skies, and then learned about her situation. This time, the chat also touched her heart. Single women are the loneliest, but there are no less than fifty men pursuing her. If you want to stand out from the crowd, you have to attract her. How to attract her? Just praising her is not enough. You have to praise her first. After praising her, the poster summarized two sentences: Talk about life before midnight, and talk about relationships after midnight. Talking about life doesn't mean lecturing her on grand life philosophies; it means listening to her talk about her love life. Even if she's reluctant, you should try to get her to reveal it. Every beautiful woman has a story, and there's always a reason she's single, but she won't tell just anyone. She wants to share it with a specific person because she needs understanding, someone to understand her inner world. So, if you can get her story out of her, you're halfway there… The next half is about relationships. Single women often feel lonely; it's a universal human experience. Men sometimes want sex, and women do too. But how do you get a woman onto this topic? You can't talk about it all day, so choose after midnight. And usually, after she tells you about her experiences, with a little guidance, she'll start talking about her sex life. By this point, even if she doesn't see you as a boyfriend, she'll consider you a close friend… In summary, there are four key points: First, your opening line must be captivating, otherwise… The first step is to flatter her, using humor and avoiding harshness. The second is to subtly elicit information about her past relationships. The fourth is to discuss relationships... This is the general procedure I follow when making phone calls and chatting, and it always works... Anyway, let me continue. Someone asked what my zodiac sign is; I'm a Leo... So, I talked to my goddess on the phone for four days straight, chatting for over an hour almost every night. But I never asked her out. Why? Because dating requires strategy. Either you're quick and decisive, asking her out on the first call without any small talk, or you, like me, get her slightly interested and then you can't rush things... You need to tease her, just chat without asking her out, making her want to ask you out first. This greatly increases your success rate. There's a saying, "play hard to get," which is exactly the principle. Get her interest to its peak before making your move, and you'll be sure to win... Sure enough, on the fifth day, the goddess took the bait. That day, I called her and asked if she missed me. She said, "If you don't miss me, I won't miss you." Then I said, "I miss you so much!" She continued, "If you miss me, why don't you come see me?" Hearing this, I got excited, immediately hung up, took a taxi, and went to her place...
So, that night I went alone to my crush's house. Some idiot earlier said she was from the lower class. I'm not saying I'm a great womanizer, but if she's from the lower class, I really don't know what the upper class is… As for why I succeeded, firstly, I said the right thing at the right time, thus gaining her trust. Secondly, someone like her must have many rich second-generation heirs or middle-aged men pursuing her, and there must have been some artsy young men and pretty boys chasing after her. I'm neither rich nor particularly handsome, but why did I have a chance? Because some rich men use their money to buy sex, but someone as proud as her would never sell her body for money. And our sex was consensual; she didn't feel any self-degradation. We were on equal footing; there was no coercion, only willingness. Plus, I was a student… Huan, because people usually think of someone from the underworld as complicated, but the word "student" makes her seem simple and straightforward, without many ulterior motives. Plus, there are almost no side effects or dangers associated with hooking up with students; you don't have to worry about having your organs removed or anything like that… As for why she rejects those young men, I think maybe they just can't get into the heart of a goddess… Anyway, the day I went to her house, she was wearing pajamas and sitting on the bed playing on her computer. The pajamas were barely concealed, and I was already aroused… At first, it was a little awkward between us because although we had met before, we had never spoken to each other. The original poster noticed her desktop wallpaper was of Edison Chen, so they started chatting about him. It turned out she was a fan; her computer desktop wallpaper, several pieces of clothing, and even her shower gel were the ones Edison Chen used (I forgot the brand, but they were pretty good). But don't overthink it. Girls who like Edison Chen are attracted to his looks and clothes. There's nothing wrong with girls liking trendy guys. You can see the Edison Chen forum on Baidu is very popular. Just because someone likes Edison Chen doesn't mean they're a bad person. The original poster neither likes nor dislikes Edison Chen, but after watching him and Sam Lee in "Dog Bite Dog," she thought his acting was quite good. Anyway… after chatting for a while, the original poster suggested watching a movie, and she agreed. The original poster then asked her… Do you like horror movies? She said yes, so I immediately downloaded "Flower of Flesh and Blood" (a Japanese grotesque film where a live person is dismembered on the street, very realistic) onto her computer. Why this movie? First, because someone in my dorm really enjoyed watching these kinds of sadistic and gory films, especially during mealtimes… I gradually started to like it too. Second, because girls are bound to be scared watching these kinds of movies, and if they are scared, they'll definitely fall into my arms… Actually, we both knew perfectly well that if a girl invites a guy to her house late at night, she's definitely prepared for the worst. So, we were just one thin layer of paper separating us; it was just a matter of who would break the ice first. But this… These are all just my guesses. Maybe she sees me as a close friend, so I have to be careful…

I originally thought my goddess would be scared watching this kind of movie and would run into my arms… But I miscalculated. Not only was she not scared, she watched with great interest, even eating potato chips while watching… I was a little uneasy; she was so calm… So I used my second tactic, asking her if she had ever had a massage, saying I was really good at massage, with unique techniques that could improve blood circulation and were especially good for the skin… She smiled, lay down on the bed, and said okay… Actually, I haven't really learned any massage techniques; it's just that my ex-girlfriend occasionally took me to massages, and I gradually learned a few tricks… I started by massaging her neck… Then I started massaging her back, because the back is a sensitive area for women, so I kept massaging her back. I also noticed a tattoo on her waist... Sure enough, after a while, the goddess reacted a bit and told me not to keep massaging her waist, but to massage her arms too, because her arms were so sore... After massaging her arms, I couldn't take it anymore (how would you feel if your hands were on a goddess's body, moving from one place to another), so I decided to test her a bit, so I grabbed her hand. She was stunned for a moment, but didn't pull away... I just held her hand like that until the end of the movie, and I felt a little more confident... Afterwards, she went to take a shower, and I lay on her bed. After she finished showering, she lay down next to me and we chatted... Later, I spent three consecutive nights with her, to the point that even during the day when I was with my girlfriend, I couldn't stop thinking about the image of her with her legs on my shoulders. I was addicted to her like a drug. Every night after dropping my girlfriend off, I couldn't wait to go to her place. She became more and more skilled at putting her legs on my shoulders. What I remember most vividly is what she said to me, "It feels so good to have sex with you." When she said that, I saw her lips trembling, and her southern accent was deeply imprinted in my mind. Later, because we had to go home for summer vacation, I only spent three nights with her. After I got home, I still called her at first, and sometimes I would wake her up for work. But gradually, we stopped contacting each other much, and eventually, we even stopped using QQ. I blocked her (my girlfriend at that time didn't even ask for my QQ password because she was confident she wouldn't believe I'd do this behind her back...). When I came back for summer vacation, something happened at my dorm, and I had to rent a place with my roommates. I specifically rented the place where she lived, and that day I happened to see her moving her things. It turned out she was getting married and moving to her husband's place... We hadn't seen each other for just two months, and we were like strangers. We only exchanged a few simple pleasantries. Who would have thought that people who had slept together before would now be as polite as if they had just met... After that, I never saw her again. When I think of her, all I remember are those intoxicating scenes. My only regret is that I only spent three nights with her, but what she gave me was more about my future views on relationships. With her overflowing confidence, I've never failed to win over a girl since. The word "goddess" has completely disappeared from my vocabulary...

The eighth one is from my hometown, whom I met during summer vacation. To be honest, I don't really like girls from northern China. Firstly, after spending some time in the south, I felt that girls from my hometown were somewhat conservative. This conservatism isn't what people think; it means they sometimes can't see things clearly and don't understand certain things. In comparison, I think southern girls are easier to communicate with and pay special attention to detail. However, the advantage of northern girls is that they are very loyal. They don't easily commit to someone, but once they do, they don't easily let go. This might be related to regional culture; northern girls value... In the north, there are more industrial and state-owned enterprises, so people generally prioritize finding a good job. This leads to many going to university and studying in other cities, hoping for a secure, stable livelihood. Marriage also tends to be later in the north, unlike in the south where it's often earlier. Crucially, marriage and dating are two different concepts in the north. Marriage signifies a stable life, requiring a stable lifestyle. Of course, a house and a car are generally necessary everywhere, but by stability, I mean a calm and settled mindset, finding a reliable partner to share life with. Therefore, arranged marriages are particularly popular in the north, and often the partners don't particularly like each other; it's about getting married for the sake of marriage and a stable life. Over time, customs have become relatively traditional. So, many high school couples in the north end up getting married, perhaps not entirely because of their deep feelings. Maybe one of them once considered finding someone more attractive, but due to tradition, they could only keep that thought to themselves. The South is different. There's relatively less heavy industry there (the original poster is referring to Jiangxi and Fujian, as they've only lived in those two places). Business acumen is widespread, and people tend to enter the workforce earlier, so naturally, they spend more time on business. As for girlfriends, they generally meet on their own, with fewer arranged marriages. Those who become wives have weathered many storms together, so their feelings are naturally strong. They definitely like each other; otherwise, they would have left long ago. Why would they trust, support, suffer, and face difficulties together? While such couples might not have the most comfortable life, I feel they are together because of mutual attraction and have shared significant experiences, resulting in a deep bond. So, overall, I feel the happiness index in the South is higher than in the North. However, the South is indeed more open, which has its pros and cons. The good thing is that openness allows for the absorption of advanced ideas from all sides, preventing them from becoming narrow-minded. The bad thing is that there are many people like the original poster.

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