Memories of many years rubyqyy

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It's been a few days since I last wrote. Thank you all for your support, so many people are following my posts. I said I'd write down all my stories later. I'll start with the ones where the meetings were successful, then the ones where the meetings went well but I didn't get the girl, a few with part-time girls I paid, and a first-year graduate student from Wuhan University. There's also my third ex-girlfriend. I originally intended a one-night stand, but I developed feelings for her and wanted to marry her. I spent nearly 30,000 yuan with her, and in the end, she still broke up with me, took the little money I had left, and ran off. Maybe it's divine retribution. If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get wet. As the saying goes, the devil is always one step ahead. I deceived others, and in the end, she deceived me too. My thoughts are a bit jumbled.
Today I'm writing about a female student from Hanyang, a real student, I even went to her dorm. Back in the summer of 2009, a buddy of mine said he met a girl, a student, but he was too shy to talk to her. He said he felt like he could sleep with her, but when they met, she wasn't interested. My buddy got anxious and argued with her, and ended up getting blocked by her. She said she'd give me her number. We're brothers, after all, why let the good stuff go to outsiders? My buddy's still pretty loyal, haha. I said if you can't handle it, I'll try it myself, and if I can, I'll record the process for you to enjoy.
I added the student on QQ and we started chatting. She was using her phone to access the internet and asked how I added her. I said I found her online. Then she asked about my job, and I said I was a sales manager for electronic products. She asked where I was, and I said I was in Shijian Village, Wuchang. Later, we chatted and I learned she was a student at Tsinghua Vocational School, studying fashion design. Actually, those kinds of schools are just scams, but I didn't say that at the time. They advertise on TV to lure rural kids into studying there. Usually, when I chat with women and they ask what I do for a living, I say I'm a manager or sales manager at some company. Haha, actually, I'm nothing special; I just sell some electronic products.
We chatted for over a week, mostly about normal topics. I looked at her photos on social media; she's average-looking, I guess. There were also photos of her with her classmate, who was prettier than her. Later, I found out that her classmate was being pursued by a guy she studied with at the same school. I've met that guy.
She's so damn ugly, damn it, how could she date such a pretty girl? Once we were chatting, I told her I really liked her after seeing her picture. I asked if we could meet up sometime. She agreed, saying she only had time on Sundays, as she was usually at school. I don't know if she was telling the truth; I thought at schools like that, you could come out every day. Then Sunday, at 7 pm, I took the 710 bus to her school and texted her. She came out. She was prettier than in the picture, maybe because she was wearing a skirt. She was a little heavier than me, but not too heavy, just average. She had shoulder-length black hair, not tied up. She wore a white t-shirt, a blue long skirt, and sneakers, giving off a simple and unassuming impression. That's what students look like; that's what a real student looks like.
I was a little nervous before meeting her, but this girl seemed quite outgoing. Maybe her life was a bit dull and lonely, or maybe she wanted to meet some guys. Since my brother had met her, I figured I could find a way to get her, though it might take some time. She was the quiet, flirtatious type. When we met, I suggested we go eat, but she said she had something to do with her classmates later. So I said, "Wait a minute, I'll go buy some food for you to take home." Before, when we chatted, she mentioned that the school food wasn't good, so I bought her fruit, drinks, and fried rice to take home. Then I took a bus back. That was it for our first meeting. The following Sunday, I went again, asked her out for dinner, and bought her some fruit to take home. The third and fourth times were the same. That's how patient I am. I think if I had focused all my energy on starting a business during the years after breaking up with that girlfriend, maybe I wouldn't be doing so badly now.
On the fifth Sunday, I invited her over. I said I wanted to cook for her, but actually I planned to drug her and have sex with her that night. Since we'd met a few times, she seemed to like me too. I picked her up and took her to my place. It was only 8 pm when she arrived. She was wearing jeans and a loose, slightly long blue t-shirt. At my place, she watched TV while I cooked. After we finished eating, I realized I'd forgotten to give her the blowjob I'd prepared.
I was hungry. I suggested we go sing karaoke because I wanted to be able to touch her while we sang. Touch her, but we hadn't had any actual physical contact yet. No holding hands, no hugging. I thought we could have some drinks while singing, which would make things easier. We were halfway there when she said she didn't want to sing, afraid she'd sing badly and I'd laugh. I said she wouldn't, but she still didn't want to go. So I took her to the night market near the university and bought some drinks and watermelon. We planned to eat back home. Around ten o'clock, we got home and watched TV. She kept changing channels, complaining that there wasn't anything good on. My eyes were glued to the TV, but my mind was on how to make my move. I'd already brought her to my place. Halfway there, she was in my nest; it wouldn't be easy for her to escape. She said she wanted to go back.
She wanted me to take her home, but I said it was too late and I didn't know if there would be any buses yet, so she could sleep here with me. She could sleep on the bed, and I'd sleep on the floor with a mat. She reluctantly agreed. I planned to make my move around midnight. I went downstairs to take a shower. After showering, I deliberately came out wearing only my underwear. She sat on the edge of the bed, not daring to look at me. Haha. I said, "Why don't you go take a shower too?" Time passed by, minute by minute. I couldn't resist anymore, but she wouldn't go shower, so I moved next to her and touched her hair, saying, "Your hair is so beautiful." I always use this method to test women; when I touch her hair, I always say, "Your hair is so beautiful," regardless of whether it's actually beautiful or not, haha. If she doesn't seem too offended, I might say something else, or say I want to give her a massage.
Or I could go up and hug her. If she flinched or didn't want me to touch her, I'd have to think of other ways. This time, when I touched her, she didn't say anything or move. When my hand landed on her shoulder, she leaned forward. I was bold then, and I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, saying, "I really like it!" She didn't say anything, struggled a little, and I hugged her even tighter. Then she said, "Let go. If you don't let go, I'm going home today." I had no choice but to let go, but judging from her expression, she didn't seem to blame me. Maybe she had some feelings for me too. I quickly said, "Go take a shower. Come back after you shower." Then she went in to shower. I thought, "I've got you all to myself today." When she came out, I grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, starting to kiss her. She came out of the shower still dressed.
She pushed me away, but I pounced on her again. While kissing her, I said I wanted to marry her. She said we weren't even close yet. Then I said I truly loved her; I liked her the first time I saw her. She said I couldn't do this, but I ignored her. I kissed her while touching her breasts—they were so big, real, and felt amazing. As I touched them, I pressed my body against hers and tried to pull down her pants. They were so tight. It was difficult to get them off. She held onto them tightly with both hands. I pressed my head against her stomach and pulled hard, tearing the zipper. Finally, she gave up resisting. After I entered her, I knew she wasn't a virgin. I moved on top of her frantically, finally ejaculating after a long time. I was exhausted and lay down to rest. The next two times we were in bed, she didn't want to, but I forced myself on her.
The next day I bought her pants and then took her back to school. I bought her food and drinks a few more times and delivered them to her school, topped up her phone credit, and bought her clothes. I spent over a thousand yuan in total. I went to her dorm to try and have sex with her, but it didn't happen. I took her to a hotel a few times. Later, she said she wanted to open a showroom in Hanzheng Street in a few months and asked me for money. I refused; I didn't have much money at the time, my business wasn't doing well, and I just spent my days having fun. Maybe if I had money, I would have helped her. Later, she said I didn't care about her and stopped contacting me. I really envy those rich people; if I could have helped her, maybe we could have maintained that relationship. I like her big breasts; they feel good, full and firm.
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