Civil War

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North-South War

Table of Contents

* When a Boy Meets a Girl * 　　When a Boy Meets a Girl

Again 　　* When a Boy and a Girl Meet Again * When 　　a Boy Meets a Girl for the Third Time 　　* A Boy's Past Girl 　　* A 　　Girl's Past Boy 　　* A Boy and a Girl in the Present * When a Boy Meets Another Girl * A Boy, a Girl, and Another Girl 　　* When a Boy Must Choose a Girl 　　* When a Boy Leaves a Girl 　　——————————————————————————– 　　* When a Boy Meets a Girl The 　　incident occurred on the eve of a final exam, a day marked by a cold snap. 　　The library was closing time as usual. Seeing that it was time, I turned on the loudspeaker to inform the students studying in the reading room. Soon, many men and women left, but I remained calm and composed, leisurely packing my books. Watching people file out the door, I felt an indescribable sense of superiority. 　　As a work-study student, I had the right to control everyone's use of the reading room, so I was always quite smug. Of course, this was just one of several small things; others included finding ways to read new books first, and so on. 　　"Ah..." I yawned, shifting my body from side to side, hearing a strange "crackling" sound from my bones. 　　"I've been sitting for too long." I rubbed my shoulders, closing my eyes to enjoy the comfortable massage. 　　As soon as Senior A-Xi saw me close my eyes, he immediately ran over, grabbed his backpack, scribbled his name on the sign-in book, and then hurriedly ran to the door before I noticed him. 　　"Hey! What are you doing? Get back here!" 　　I yelled irritably after I realized he was trying to sneak away. 　　This annoying guy had made me return the library reading room key to the library upstairs for a whole week, causing me to leave later than scheduled. I was already annoyed enough, so this time I made sure he took it himself. 　　But the devil is always one step ahead, and this guy managed to slip away far away when I wasn't looking. 　　"Hey! Please! I'm leaving now!" Ah-Xi tossed me the keys, then made a face at me, "Hehe! My girlfriend's waiting in the room..." 　　"Tch! Get lost, be careful not to get pregnant..." Since the die was cast, I let out a "mournful" wail. 　　"Don't worry, see you later!" Ah-Xi waved and ran off like the wind. 　　There's nothing we can do; once a guy has a girlfriend, we single guys have to give him a wide berth, and there are even many unfair things that happen, but you can't do anything about it. If you insist, you'll be blamed for breaking up a couple. 　　But that's not all; what's worse is if his girlfriend is a blabbermouth. One person tells ten, ten tell a hundred, and he'll be portrayed as a quirky, difficult "bad guy," and then he really won't be able to find a girlfriend. 　　Unfortunately, Ah-Xi's girlfriend is like that. 　　So even though I shouted, I knew it was useless. At most, if he shouted at me too much, he might one day go crazy, suddenly realize his mistake, and want to repent. I'd be so grateful then. 　　After closing the side door, I walked a fairly long way to return the key to the library. It was already 10:30. 　　The night was quiet, along this desolate path. 　　I strolled alone on campus. Tomorrow was the final exam, and I'd spent the whole day holed up in the library, frantically trying to finish the Electronic Control Engineering course. The subject was vast and the content obscure, leaving me feeling completely lost. I blamed myself for being so lazy these past few days, wondering why I'd been so enthusiastic about that pointless club. 　　A gust of cold wind rustled the fallen leaves, making me shiver. 　　I stretched and noticed someone walking unsteadily ahead. They were far away, and I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. 　　The person seemed drunk; I could hear them talking incoherently from afar, but it was very unclear. 　　I slowly approached him. He seemed to be struggling to stay upright, suddenly straightened up for a moment, and then began to fall forward. 　　I was startled and quickly ran over to catch him. 　　He wasn't as clumsy as I had expected; on the contrary, he was quite light. 　　It turned out he was a girl… 　　A gust of wind blew by, and her flowing long hair brushed against my face—a very gentle feeling, carrying a hint of floral fragrance. 　　I laid her flat on the walkway and patted her face. 　　"Hey…hey…" 　　She didn't react much and continued sleeping. 　　"This girl, really, doesn't she know how dangerous this is?" 　　I complained. 　　I glanced at my watch; the instructors on duty should have already returned to their dormitories. Then, as if remembering something, I looked again. 　　"Ah! Oh no! Aren't they about to close the school gates?" 　　Closing the school gates would be terrible. Because our school's dormitories and campus are separate, once the gates close, there wouldn't be a single person on campus. Unless you have enough equipment and courage, this area is more terrifying than a graveyard. 　　She collapsed right in front of the biology building. The thought of those lifelike specimens sent chills down my spine. Humans were terrifying enough, but imagine having a whole group of them… 　　I was so scared I quickly hoisted her onto my back and ran for several minutes without looking back. Finally, I saw the gate; luckily, the old man was just about to close it when I caught up. 　　Thank goodness, or I would have been terrified. 　　I carried her to the intersection not far from the school's front gate and stopped. 　　"If I turn right, it's about 600 meters, then I'll turn into that road and make a few turns to reach the girls' dormitory," I thought, looking at the dimly lit street with few pedestrians. 　　Originally, I had intended to carry her, but I was too tired, and what if the instructors asked me about her? They might think I deliberately got her drunk, or something… Anyway, everyone knows how the school's instructors view their students; it certainly wouldn't be anything good. 　　The thought of being bothered by this girl for no reason, and the possibility that my kindness in offering to take her home would be met with ingratitude, made my already unpleasant mood even worse. 　　So, I thought for a moment and hailed a taxi. 　　I opened the door and helped her into the back seat. 　　Then, I asked the driver, who clearly didn't know our school's dormitories, for a pen and paper, and wrote down the dormitory address, even drawing a diagram to avoid trouble. 　　I handed the driver the address of the girls' dormitory, instructed him to take her there, then closed the door and handed him fifty yuan through the window. 　　Since I didn't know where she lived anyway, I figured I might as well take her to the girls' dormitory and let the instructors and dorm supervisors worry about it, and also teach her a lesson for wasting so much of my time.

Suddenly, I realized I was a genius, hehe!

As the driver sped up, preparing to disappear from my sight, I inexplicably started to worry. My mind raced; if the driver I hired was a wicked one, groping her wouldn't be the worst of it. What if he raped her or sold her into prostitution? Wouldn't I be ruining her life?

The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became. I can't say I've ever done anything truly bad in my life, but I've only ever stolen money from my parents, hidden bad report cards, and the worst I've ever done was lift Ahua's skirt and get slapped a few times—these are all minor things. But now, I've become an accomplice to human traffickers!

Oh God! I can't let this ruin my reputation in college!

So I chased after him at top speed, shouting as I ran, demanding the driver stop.

The driver must have heard me; he stopped the car, rolled down the window, and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I ran to the car, one hand on the roof, panting, and said, "No...no need...don't trouble yourself...I'll give you a hundred, you don't need to take her back..."

The driver was very easygoing; as soon as he heard I'd pay, he readily opened the door and even helped me out of the car. It seemed the driver I'd originally asked was very kind. Oh well, that's because the fare from here to the dorm is less than fifty yuan.

I carried her upstairs step by step.

Turning on the light, I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, I'd recently tidied up; otherwise, given my room's layout, I really wouldn't know where to put her.

I settled her on the bed, and then I sat alone at my desk, quietly watching her.

I wondered why she was drinking like this. Was she heartbroken? Or was something else bothering her?

Looking at her disheveled hair, she possessed an even more captivating charm than usual, making her already beautiful appearance seem overwhelming. My chest heaved, causing my breathing to become nasal.

Actually, I had noticed her in the film club long ago, but although she was pretty, she was slightly inferior to Lifang, the "beauty of our department" according to the boys in the Electrical Engineering department. Therefore, I intuitively only had the impression that she was a beauty. As for why I felt this way? Well, it's just that—flowers are everywhere, but you pick the biggest and most beautiful one. Which guy isn't like that?

Perhaps I shouldn't have brought her back to my apartment. It's only a short distance; I could have taken her back myself. It wouldn't have made a difference of a few minutes, and even if the instructors asked, I would have had enough reason to deny it.

How stupid of me! If I had done that, I wouldn't have walked that far for nothing!

With that thought in mind, I picked up my coat and put it on.

Suddenly, I heard a sound; it was her talking in her sleep.

Then she pulled one leg back, slightly turning over.

The pulled-back leg caused her skirt to slip down to the center of her thigh, revealing almost her entire limb. Seeing this, my breathing quickened.

Somehow, the thoughts from before vanished. Without thinking, I got up from the chair, walked to the edge of the bed near her feet, and knelt down. I moved my head, carefully observing her beautiful legs.

"Ah! No, how could I do this…" my reason urged me on.

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But I continued to stare at her body. I felt a strange pressure in the front of my pants, a constant swelling, swelling…

I wanted to observe her depths more closely.

I pulled up the skirt between her spread legs, revealing her private parts.

Without realizing it, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, making a loud noise.

Looking down her parted thighs, I could see her white panties with white lace trim. A faint, blurry shadow seemed to appear at the triangular area. Her skirt was tucked in above her waist, revealing even her cute belly button, which accentuated her slender waist. Her thighs were shapely, and her fair abdomen didn't have the unsightly bulge of some young girls.

"I wonder what her breasts are like?"

A wicked desire quickly surged into my mind.

I quietly covered her skirt, then moved my body upwards, my fingertips trembling as I unbuttoned her tank top. With extremely slow and light movements, I pulled up her blouse, lifting her second layer of clothing, finally reaching her breasts.

She was wearing a bikini-style bra, shaped like an "8," the rounded cups perfectly filling her full breasts, covering them without looking like some young girls who, lacking real breasts, deliberately buy larger sizes to hide their flaws.

The center of her perfectly rounded bra cup was slightly pointed—it must be her nipple.

I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak, and slowly rose to press myself against her, my arms involuntarily reaching out, my palms cupped inward, only a centimeter away from her breasts.

I didn't dare to touch them, but instead, from a distance, I gently stroked their shape, imagining my hands caressing her breasts.

My breathing suddenly became rapid, and my hands, which had been on her chest, almost reached down to fondle her full breasts, then slip inside to grasp her enigmatic nipples.

Just then, she suddenly embraced me in her sleep, mumbling repeatedly, "Don't leave me," "Don't leave me."

Caught off guard, I was forced against her, my hands accidentally pressing against her breasts.

Although there was only a thin barrier between us, the soft, warm sensation violently disrupted my breathing, and my mind went blank with panic.

Her body swayed violently, and I felt waves of throbbing against her without even having to lift a finger. I slowly clenched my fists.

Wow! So this is what breasts feel like!

The chaotic pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling in my pants terrified me. The intense, youthful, and fantasizing lust was almost driving me mad, and I was doing my best to stop myself from losing control.

I started to regret not masturbating lately, otherwise I wouldn't be feeling this way.

Having never been with a woman's body before, I was completely defenseless against her, especially since her clothes were so disheveled, and she was dead drunk.

"Rape, rape, rape..."

My mind was filled with these thoughts, as if a million people were raising their hands in a frenzy of cheering.

She still didn't let go of me, but instead rolled over and pinned me down, kissing—or rather, sucking—my cheeks, forehead, eyes, and nose with her lips, which were dry from wandering around outside.

Already intensely stimulated by the touch of her breasts, this added fuel to the fire, intensifying my desire. I even had thoughts of taking advantage of the chaos to grope her.

Then her lips met mine, and as if by reflex, she tried to pry my lips open with her own, even extending her tongue.

I almost rolled over, pinned her down, tore her shirt, ripped off her bra, pulled down her panties, and started having sex like in those videos…

Suddenly, she made a muffled, sorrowful sound, begging the man she mistook for her to stay.

"Don't leave me, I love you, don't leave me..."

A crystal tear dripped onto my cheek, and instantly my hands and whole body felt as if they were frozen in ice, trembling uncontrollably.

At that moment, she completely stopped moving, her arms around my neck loosened, and she fell back into her dream.

Seeing the tears streaming down her face, I hurriedly pushed her away, feeling as if my secret had been read, like a castrated male dog with its tail between its legs, shrinking into a far corner.

"Thank goodness, otherwise I would have been unable to break free from her in the future..."

Recalling that scene, I almost broke down...

I slowly regained my composure, and then I could only sit there foolishly, admiring her, because I was afraid of girls' tears.

Watching her sink back into sleep, I sighed deeply: "Ah! If only she were my girlfriend! What a pity..."

Later, when dawn broke, I was surprised to find that I had unknowingly fallen asleep sitting on the floor, trying to keep an eye on her.

Upon waking, I immediately looked towards the bedside, but she was gone, though she should have been there.

A sense of disappointment washed over me. I stood up, the blanket slipping off me with a "whoosh," and a white note slowly floated to the floor. I caught it. "

Thank you so much for taking me in yesterday. P.S. I don't know what time you have class, so I set my alarm for 7:30. Hopefully, it won't be too late.

Li Yuwei, Class 1A, Chinese Literature Department, 7:14 .

" Seeing this, I glanced at the alarm clock.

It showed 7:20.

A step too late, if only I had gotten up a little earlier.

I sat blankly on the edge of the bed, staring at the delicate handwriting on the note.

"Li Yuwei, Class 1A, Chinese Literature Department… Li Yuwei, Class 1A, Chinese Literature Department…" I murmured to myself.

A feeling of profound loss washed over me.

Ring ring ring…

“Oh… right… Today… I have an exam today…”

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＊When the boy sees the girl again

I went out in the morning and came back to my place not long after. I searched for my student ID and practically turned the whole room upside down, but I still couldn’t find it. I was really annoyed. I don’t know which damn guy stole my student ID, preventing me from taking the exam. Luckily, my grades were good last time and before, so I could average out and retake the exam. It’s just that I can’t get a scholarship this semester. It’s really…

Anyway, I’m not in the mood to study anymore. So I sat blankly at the table, resting my chin on my hands, thinking about her from yesterday.

I kept thinking and came to the same conclusion: how wonderful it would be if she were my girlfriend!

“Li Yuwei, Li Yuwei,” I looked at her message, “how come I never thought to pay attention to you before? Li Yuwei…”

Shamelessly, I kissed her signature and then fell asleep.

After some time, someone opened the door to my place.

"Hey! Get up! Still sleeping so late? Aren't you taking your exams yet?" Ah-Xi woke me up. Today is our Electrical Engineering department's exam, and we've taken over the Science Building, so their Chemistry department's exam is scheduled for tomorrow.

"Oh..." I rubbed my sleepy face. "I can't get in without my student ID..." "Um...

um... I remember the registrar's office just made an announcement saying you need to go pick up your student ID..."

"Is... is that so?" I immediately perked up and excitedly jumped off my chair.

Suddenly, I felt something wet on my pants...

"Tsk... Ouch..." I looked down, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Upon seeing this, Ah-Xi shook his head vigorously. "Don't rush... I've already gotten it for you. Remember not to blame me for not returning the keys next time..."

Then he stopped, patted my shoulder, and put on a serious expression, lamenting on my behalf, "Sigh! Bro! The porn magazine I lent you the other day wasn't for you to read, it was for you to use as a masturbator. Seriously, where did all that studying go..."

Being described like that should have at least made me angry, but I ignored him. Thinking about it, what he said made some sense, so I ignored him and focused on dealing with my own affairs.

But to be honest, the porn magazines Ah-Xi gave me were all Playboy overseas editions. Those Western women with balloon-sized breasts and black holes bulging from masturbation machines made me nauseous. Watching them have sex was like watching dogs mating; I had no interest at all. I was already lucky I wasn't impotent, why would I need to masturbate?

Only I knew it was because of her…

That day, while showering, I gave myself a good time, the first time with someone other than Ai Iijima.

From then on, I paid special attention to all the announcements from the Chinese Literature Department, afraid of missing any student information, checking if her name was on them. Later, I realized I was just overthinking it. Li Yuwei was actually a very outstanding student; her name appeared on almost every notice. In terms of academics, not only was she on the list of successful scholarship applicants, but in terms of sports, she also represented the Chinese Literature Department in departmental table tennis and karate competitions.

My God, seeing this, my heart sank. With my ability to only study, my lack of artistic talent, and my complete inability to do sports, let alone have a boyfriend or girlfriend, she would have to think twice before even getting to know me.

Two weeks later, one afternoon, I had just walked out of the science building when I saw her standing in the entrance hall, wearing a light yellow top, her hair specially tied up.

I figured she was probably waiting for her boyfriend. I initially thought I should at least say hello, since she'd received help from me before. But then I thought, I don't really know her that well, and if I suddenly went up to her, I might bring up the fact that she stayed overnight at my place, which wouldn't be good.

So, I made up my mind, pretended not to know her, and decided to stroll over to her.

She was looking around, and as soon as she saw me walk past her, she grabbed my hand and said cheerfully, "Hurry up, we're going to be late for our date!"

"Hey! Hey! I… when did I…" I was completely confused, not knowing when we had a date, but before I could even explain, she inexplicably pulled me away.

Originally, I was walking with Ah-Xi and Ah-Lin, but now that I'd been pulled away, only Ah-Xi and Ah-Lin were left standing there, dumbfounded.

"Is she the one you're talking about?" Ah-Xi asked Ah-Lin, who looked up from his book. "Yeah, it's her. She kept asking me a bunch of questions about his studies, personality, and friendships. Huh? That's strange. If they're so close, why would she ask him about him?"

"Who else was asked?"

"Ah-Mao, Ah-Bao, Jia-Lin, Xiao-Hui, etc... I'm not sure," Ah-Lin said, adjusting his glasses that had slipped down to the bridge of his nose. "That guy must have had some incredible luck to have such a beautiful girl chasing after him. It's really enviable..."

That day was really strange. In the afternoon, she inexplicably dragged him to see a movie, and afterwards they ate something at a coffee shop.

Are all girls in the north like this? So proactive in pursuing every guy they like.

Thinking about how my wish—or rather, a casual thought—had actually come true, I started to feel the strange and unpredictable nature of fate. But I liked it this way.

The most memorable part of our date that night was in the coffee shop. Her face, bathed in the golden light, shone with a radiant glow. Combined with her beautiful voice and soft music, I was completely captivated by the enchanting atmosphere.

We went to coffee shops, a movie theater, an amusement park, and a community park, among other places, until past ten o'clock.

I was exhausted, but she was still all smiles.

Finally, we walked home, talking endlessly and laughing. I discovered she was quite talkative, and despite that, her conversation was very insightful. When we

reached the stairwell of my apartment building, she surprisingly suggested we go upstairs.

I didn't know why she wanted to come back with me. After watching a movie and having dinner, shouldn't we just say goodbye and go home?

I thought to myself, maybe this is what happens during a date in the north. I don't know any better, and it's best not to say anything, lest people laugh at me for being naive.

I opened the iron gate with a loud "clang!"

I turned on the light; the bed was already a mess, and I felt a little embarrassed.

She walked to the bed, sat down, and said, "Is this where I slept the other day?"

I closed the door and casually replied, "Yes. But it wasn't as messy as it is today. It was much better that day."

"Huh? What's this book?" She picked up the magazine I had placed on the bedside table. "

Oh no!" I quickly ran over and snatched the magazine from her hand.

"Oh..." She covered her lips and chuckled softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have flipped through the things you guys 'like to read'."

Why emphasize that when you're mocking me?

Hearing that, I felt even more ashamed, my face burning hotter than before.

I tossed it into a pile of clothes, stormed over to her, sat down beside her, and pointed my finger at her nose.

"You..."

"What about me?" She tossed her dark hair with her hand, shaking her head.

For a moment, seeing how beautiful she was, I was speechless, forgetting what I wanted to say.

She rested her chin on her hand, her mesmerizing eyes fixed on me.

Embarrassed, I immediately turned away, looking down, my fingers fidgeting anxiously.

Suddenly, she grabbed my arm, turning me to face her.

Almost unexpectedly, she closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine.

This had never happened to me before. Excitement and fear overwhelmed my thoughts; I couldn't decide whether to accept her or push her away.

Her soft, warm tongue parted my trembling lips and entered my mouth, her fragrant saliva filling the air.

Looking back, I felt so pathetic. My first kiss had been given to someone so inexplicably, and not even initiated by me. For a boy, it was incredibly shameful!

She reached out and hugged me tightly, her tongue swirling wildly in my mouth, ravaging my lips and tongue, mingling with our saliva.

Her hands slipped inside my shirt, roughly and urgently pulling it up, revealing my bronze skin. Her warm hands caressed my back intensely, stroking my chest, and then she began to unbuckle my belt.

All of this happened as I opened my eyes in surprise, staring at her, while she remained oblivious, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

I wanted to push her away, but I remembered Ah-Xi's words:

"Not eating the 'meat' that's already in your hands is more foolish than choking on water."

So I simply let go, allowing her hands to do as they pleased.

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After she knew I was no longer resisting, she pushed me onto the bed, straddling my legs, and ripped open her shirt, unbuttoning her skirt to reveal her full breasts and white panties.

I gasped; she really wanted to make love to me.

The thought of this made me feel a little giddy, so I reached out and untied my own restraints.

The bed, barely big enough for one and a half people, now held two naked bodies.

It all happened so suddenly; I was instantly aroused. I knelt on the bed, my erect penis, perpendicular to my body, looking somewhat intimidating.

I grabbed her thighs and spread them apart.

Seeing a woman's dark reddish-brown private parts for the first time, my breathing became quite rapid.

Yes! That's it!

I closed my eyes and slowly moved forward, trying to penetrate her.

A tingling, tingling sensation swept over me, making me a little dizzy.

I pulled my hips back—wait, how is it so easy?

I secretly opened my eyes and found the shaft of my penis pressed against her vulva, the glans, gleaming with an unusual sheen, against her slightly protruding clitoris.

If there had been a mirror, I would have seen my face burning red, wishing I could disappear into the floor.

I hadn't even gone in!

So I adjusted my position again, still trying to push with my hips, but still no luck.

I pressed my head against the center of her labia again and began to apply pressure.

The two rosy labia were slowly pushed apart, revealing the small opening surrounded by muscles, which gradually widened with my penetration.

The pleasure made me close my eyes again.

Is this what sex is? What a peculiar feeling, completely different from masturbation. The softness of her vaginal walls alone far surpasses that of my hands, not to mention her beautiful face and fragrant breasts for actual caress.

Just as I was reveling in the dizzying sensation of not quite entering, not quite exiting, another intense pleasure surged through me, and I found myself sliding out again along her vertical indentation.

I tried several times, finding myself unable to penetrate her ridiculously swollen opening, so I simply held it in place and tried again, but I dared not open my eyes to look at her, afraid of seeing her smirking at my inexperienced foolishness—how stupid of me!

Finally, my glans managed to squeeze into her opening. Although she wasn't a virgin, she certainly didn't have much experience in this area than I did, because it was still a bit narrow. Once

inside, it felt slippery, with a slight pressure like a hand gripping my hand, and a warm, enveloping sensation.

Although Wei was guiding me, perhaps due to her limited experience, her legs were tightly clamped around me. Whenever I moved inside her, she would involuntarily tremble, perhaps even in pain…

I stole a glance at her; her face was so beautiful.

From the time we met until we made love, although a month had passed, we had met less than five times, and yet she had already slept with me.

It's clear she must be quite open-minded, but if that's true, why have I never heard of her having a boyfriend, and why is she so tight down there?

I'm confident that while my penis isn't small, it's just average.

In short, her physical condition suggests she's not a promiscuous woman like Wanrong. But who has she been with before me? Who has such good fortune?

Ah! Never mind… never mind… pleasure is the most important thing right now.

I slowly pulled my penis out, and a strong stimulation immediately surged from my genitals into my brain. It was a sudden, unexpected stimulation that even I couldn't anticipate, brief yet intense.

This was a sexual experience that even a love expert would fail, barely passing.

Because it was my first time, coupled with nervousness, incorrect posture, and lack of experience with such intense stimulation, I felt something was wrong as soon as I tried to pull out.

In a panic, I quickly pulled out a few more times.

"Don't go so fast, don't go so fast… that's not how you do sex," Wei gently corrected my mistake, seeing my foolish expression.

Ah… Oh no… I can’t take it anymore… Ah! How did it come out…

My first time having sex is so ridiculous, even masturbation ejaculation feels better than this.

That can’t even be called ejaculation, it’s just spraying out like pee.

I stopped all movement and looked at her shyly.

“Is this really your first time?” She stared wide-eyed, her expression one of utter disbelief, and said to me with great concern as she lay on the bed.

“This… this…” I felt a little embarrassed, as if I had been raped by Wei.

Finally, I simply nodded.

I quickly lowered her legs, withdrew my “newbie” from her body, and immediately sat on the farthest corner of the bed from her.

The slightly reddened and swollen slit closed as I withdrew, the viscous fluid stretching like a long spider silk connecting us.

As soon as I left, that silk broke.

I kept my head down, not daring to look at Wei, waiting in my mind for what would happen on TV: the girl gets up, grabs her clothes, and slaps the boy hard.

Damn it! I knew it… The first time had to be with my wife, since neither of us had experience, so there wouldn't be any psychological pressure.

I looked miserable.

If the next thing I got was a slap, a punch, or a kick, I wouldn't be surprised. Of course, if she chased me with a broom, I would be a little surprised.

But what was even more unexpected was that Wei straightened up, leaned against me, and kissed my cheek again, speaking softly to me in her sweet, intoxicating voice.

"It's okay, the first time is always like this…" Wei encouraged me, "…It won't happen again…"

"Really?" I looked up at her. "It won't happen next time?"

At that moment, I felt like a child with a cavity who thought he had a terminal illness, anxiously asking his mother.

"Hmm... Don't worry..." She cupped my chin and gently kissed my cheek. "Next time, it definitely won't happen again, just like my ex..."

She suddenly stopped moving, slowly pulling away from me, and still gently asked, "Can I sleep here tonight? I don't want to go back to my place."

I nodded haphazardly, but hesitated over the word "boyfriend" at the end of her sentence.

I was sure she meant her boyfriend, but stopped. Hmm, her boyfriend was definitely someone very important to her; either he had cheated on her or something had happened to him, otherwise she wouldn't be like this. I remembered

the first time she said something incoherent when she was drunk, and I was quite certain that her boyfriend had abandoned her.

If I met that guy, I would definitely call him an idiot. If he wouldn't want a girl like that, then I don't think there are many girls in the world he could want.

At night, I could vaguely hear her sobbing.

The next day, she left very early again, and there was no one next to me.

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＊When a boy and a girl

were walking on campus, the "springtime feeling" of yesterday kept lingering in their minds. I was really angry at the situation yesterday, scolding myself for being so useless. Others have a one-night stand, but I only had a fleeting moment of passion. What a failure.

But it doesn't matter, I've already had her.

As I walked aimlessly on campus, Ah-Xi suddenly ran up to me. In my dazed state, I didn't know where he came from. He didn't say anything, just grabbed my hand and ran desperately towards the restroom next to our electrical engineering department.

"Hey! What can't you say here? And what are you doing here, a chemistry major?"

"Shh... Just follow me." He said breathlessly, "I paid a hundred dollars."

He led me into the men's restroom. Before we entered, it was already crowded with more than a dozen people, but none of them were "relieving themselves." For some reason, the dozen or so people were arranged in a concentric circle in front of a certain door, each with their face turned to the side, as if there was something worth listening to inside.

I wanted to ask what was going on, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Ah-Xi stopped me. He probably knew what I wanted to ask, but shook his head and still instructed me to be quiet. Then he couldn't wait to lean against the door.

I knew there must be something strange about this, so I pricked up my ears and listened carefully with them.

As expected, some sounds came from the other side of the door. At first, it sounded like two lumps of earth colliding, a rhythmic thud, followed by muffled groans, some heavy and grating, others soft and faint.

I knew what was going on inside, but I found it hard to believe anyone would be so bored.

After about five or six minutes, a slightly louder groan followed, and then everything fell silent except for very soft breathing.

The group gathered outside didn't seem inclined to disperse.

Then a man and a woman started talking inside, followed by an argument. The door opened, and out came Ah-Xi's classmate, a senior nicknamed "Turtle King." He grabbed the girl's clothes and started hurling insults at her in front of the door, using the most vulgar language imaginable. It was clear he knew the girl inside was having an affair with someone else besides him, and he was doing this to teach her a lesson.

It wasn't just that the turtle king took the clothes; what was even more outrageous was that he actually opened the door.

Suddenly, two mounds of flesh burst out, their brown nipples erect, a testament to the recent intensity. Thick, white fluid glistened on their dense black pubic hair, unable to conceal the fact that the woman inside had just been violated by the man outside.

A naked body was revealed, facing everyone.

It was Lifang! And she was supposed to be the most beautiful girl in our Electrical Engineering department!

The group of boys began to laugh lewdly. Some went so far as to drag Lifang out as she reached to close the door, shoving her onto the damp, filthy floor. Then, someone jumped up and pinned her down, groping her snow-white body indecently.

"Wow! I touched it... I touched it..."

"Don't run! I'm going to stick your pubic hair back on..."

Amidst the abnormally excited shouts of the crowd, my mind went blank. What kind of school was this? Even the things that so-called "bad students" wouldn't do would happen.

Only then did I realize that only Lifang and I were first-year students.

In the gaps between these despicable people chasing her, I saw Lifang's white body covered in filth from the floor, her beautiful face trying to hold back tears as she trembled and searched for another toilet door.

Finally, she escaped the group of perverts' groping and ran into the door at the far end of the toilet.

After hiding inside, she cried. The seemingly strong woman just moments before was crying.

Seeing that things were hopeless, the crowd hurled some lewd remarks and then escorted Turtle King away.

As Turtle King passed by me, he tossed my clothes to me with a lewd grin, saying, "Hey! First-year student, give this to her later."

Although I was extremely angry at their outrageous behavior, there was nothing I could do. I had just entered the school and didn't want to cause trouble for my parents by getting into a fight. Although this guy wasn't a thug and certainly didn't have the courage to fight, the problem was that his father was a public representative.

What a public representative!

Anyway, all this guy does all day is bully girls with his genitals and demand food, drink, and entertainment, using his connections to run rampant in the school. He's practically useless.

I realized the tragedy of being an ordinary citizen in this cannibalistic society.

After they were gone, I approached the door from which the crying was coming and knocked.

After a long time, there was still no answer. I knocked again, and finally, she peeked out.

I waved the clothes in front of her, gesturing for her to take them.

As soon as she saw the clothes in my hand, she snatched them and quickly locked the door.

While she was getting dressed, I said, "Are you alright?"

She didn't answer.

"Why are you doing this? Tell the instructor! This is too much, don't you think? Even I, as a bystander, can't stand it. Get away from those guys..."

After a long while, through the door, she said, "No... You can't... He's my boyfriend, it's all my fault, I made him angry..." As if hypnotizing herself, her voice trembled, hysterically muttering to herself.

What kind of talk is that!

But what could I do? It was a willing buyer and a willing seller situation.

So I just stood there, and finally, half an hour later, she opened the door and came out.

"Thank you." She took a deep breath, seemed to have returned to normal, and smiled at me.

Watching her walk away, I asked myself, "Will she commit suicide?" I shook my head. "Don't be silly, girls these days aren't that foolish."

As I suspected, she didn't commit suicide. I realized my thinking was still stuck in the anti-communist, anti-Russian era. But I really didn't understand why she was so tolerant of that bastard. Was there something special about him? Or was it because of his father? Unable

to find a reason, I could only ask myself, "Is this the gentleness and virtue of Chinese girls?"

I felt like an idiot.

In the evening, Quan and I ate at the Songzhu Restaurant outside the school.

"Hehe, did you enjoy what I heard today?" Quan smiled wickedly, showing no consideration for Lifang, who was crying. Although she was indeed reckless, how could she face people after this? Facing this somewhat domineering senior, I really didn't know what to say.

"I didn't enjoy it! But I think you guys went too far today."

"Too far? Forget it... Who told her to be unfaithful? Either one would have been fine."

Looking at this big man, I was speechless for a moment.

"Do you remember A-Dao and Luanzi? I heard they were having an affair with her too. This bitch actually went up against them."

"But she couldn't do anything about it! You guys are the type of upperclassmen who only know how to bully her, always threatening her. She was originally very innocent, but you guys made her filthy..."

"That's because she's too stupid, so easy to fool. If it were like that English major last time, who among us would dare to touch her?" A-Xi said angrily.

Because last time, when a few of them, the third-year students, went up to chat up that female student, she accused them of rape. Although they explained it out later, they still got a severe scolding from the instructor.

Indeed, some of the girls in our school are incredibly stupid. They could easily say no, but they still follow the crowd and wallow in self-pity. Even after being dumped, they have no complaints, as if the upperclassmen represent everything, and they can do whatever they want with them. If this is the result of studying themselves to death and finally getting into university, then I definitely don't want my daughter to suffer like that in the future.

Clearly, our education only teaches us to be loyal to the Party and love the leader; it can only produce such fools, and it can't cultivate people with independent thinking and judgment.

I think of Ah-Xi's girlfriend, a freshman. She's only been in university for a little over half a year, and she's already had two hysterectomies. Because I'm from the third group, crossing over to the second group, I know this might negatively affect her future fertility. But Ah-Xi doesn't care at all, even saying he's not the best, because there's a guy in his group who has three girlfriends at the same time, and the one with the fewest abortions is two. They say he's great?

Was Wei's virginity lost to someone like that?

I really don't dare to think about it.

"But speaking of which..." Ah-Xi made a circle with his left hand, extending his right index finger to mimic the gesture. "You don't have any experience yet, do you? Want me to arrange one for you? I promise there won't be any lingering afterward, and you won't have any babies..."

Seeing my usually disrespectful senior acting like a pimp soliciting customers, I felt even more disdainful.

"Me? Thanks! I have experience..." I patted my chest proudly, even though that time was truly embarrassing.

Ah-Xi "pfft," as if he was about to spit out all the juice in his mouth, looking at me with an incredulous expression.

"I... I meant sex, you know, a guy and a girl, naked, lying in bed... Kid, not masturbation..."

"You think I'm an idiot? I've really had sex."

"You're so stupid! You can't call a prostitute these days, they're either AIDS, gonorrhea, or syphilis. I suggest you go pray!"

"You underestimate me. Who said I've been to a brothel..."

"Then... oh... you, are you the one you went on a date with?"

"Yeah!" I grinned mischievously.

"Well! You! This is such a big deal and you didn't tell your friends!" Ah-Xi smacked my head hard, then said in a very "lewd" way, "Looks like we can form a 'Non-Virgin Alliance' in our department and exchange experiences!"

"Hey! 'X' doesn't talk about a virgin's first time!"

"You really got lucky, but that girl was pretty good, what a waste!"

"Forget it! I'm not bad looking, unlike your girlfriend, who's the real 'waste' and waste..."

So that day, we played around like crazy until after 11 pm, celebrating my first time.

Strange, right? That's just how guys are.

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＊When the boy saw the girl for the third time

I returned to my place, surprisingly in good spirits, probably because I was too excited.

I reached for the doorknob and opened the door; the room was pitch black.

"Strange, I remember turning on the lights!"

Just as I was wondering, a hand suddenly reached out from behind me.

I was startled, but a very soft, slightly moist pair of lips covered mine.

It was Wei. I thought she wouldn't come looking for me again after that day of "repaying a debt of gratitude," but clearly I was wrong.

Her tongue familiarly darted out, and I returned the gesture, working even more intensely than hers. I slid my tongue into her mouth, sucking her fragrant saliva, my tongue tip pressing against hers, her white teeth, before finally capturing her playful tongue.

Our lips pressed tightly together, making our breathing erratic.

This time I was more experienced, and thanks to the techniques Ah-Xi had taught me to calm myself, coupled with what had happened in the men's restroom earlier that day, my desire was incredibly strong.

Without hesitation, I roughly caressed her through her thin top, then lifted her shapely, rounded buttocks and carried her to the bed.

Although still nervous, I deftly and skillfully untied the bindings on her chest.

With each breath, her gradually swelling hemispherical breasts unfolded before my eyes, pink nipples erect on the large, caressed areolas, radiating intense waves of desire.

I leaned down and pressed her body against mine, squeezing each breast with my hands, burying my face in Wei's cleavage, then pressing her breasts against my cheeks to savor the exquisite touch, greedily inhaling the rich, milky scent emanating from her beautiful breasts.

"You... seem less nervous now..." Wei said, stroking my hair.

"Is it okay?" I pleaded, asking if I could enjoy myself on her body.

"Can I say no..." Her voice was so soft it sounded almost soulless.

And so, with an unspoken understanding, we rose from the bed, and she undressed me.

Suddenly, we were both completely naked.

Her figure and face were so flawless—fair skin, delicate texture, a refreshing touch—under the dim white light, she was like a celestial being, a breathtaking beauty.

I pushed aside the hands covering her breasts and genitals, looked at her, and roared inwardly. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist and soft buttocks, pressing her against my body.

My erect penis was pressed between her closed thighs, enduring the sensation of her thick pubic hair and the burning desire of having my glans squeezed. I squeezed her buttocks even harder, violently pressing our private parts closer together.

I applied pressure to her buttocks, making her delicate skin rub against my glans.

I increased my speed, and finally, with a shout, I forcefully spread her beautiful legs apart and pressed my entire body against hers.

Her lack of resistance ignited my animalistic instincts, making me want to thrust wildly and passionately inside her warm, moist body, wanting to bite her blooming areolas and chew on them in my thirsty mouth. Impatient,

I skipped the caresses to make her even wetter and immediately thrust in, plunging in completely in one go.

Wei flinched, and before she could return to her original position, my thrusts came again, again and again. Gone was her previous relaxed expression; Wei's beautiful face contorted in a horrifying grimace, her fair cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson.

It was an indescribable excitement, like being raped.

Immersed in this strange atmosphere, my thrusts were powerful, my swollen glans plunging and thrashing within her vagina, which was slightly less smooth due to insufficient lubrication. The hard, cylindrical part fiercely stimulated her pitiful clitoris and labia, while the sac-like base of my penis slammed violently against her convulsing petals, composing a chaotic war march.

Not enough pleasure… not intense enough!

I screamed inwardly.

The frequent thrusts prevented Wei from uttering a moan before she was swallowed by the next one, over and over again, like a pitiful person about to drown.

Even the lubricant secreted by her vaginal walls wasn't enough to sustain my penetration. Once secreted, it was immediately drawn out by the glans, wetting the pubic hair of these two who had tasted forbidden fruit, leaving it a messy, slick mess, like excessive sweating.

In this state, it was difficult to tell whether she was experiencing more pleasure or pain beneath me. I couldn't tell from the tension in her body.

After what seemed like an eternity, my cheek pressed against her breast, my mouth agape, letting my saliva shamelessly flow onto her chest.

Holding my base with one hand and her slender waist with the other, I thrust in and out relentlessly, using the increasingly tight vaginal walls to stimulate my pink glans, to rub against my rock-hard shaft, using softness to overcome hardness, propelling myself higher and higher, reaching the peak of sexual intercourse.

Suddenly, everything went black; an overwhelming warmth gathered at the point where we were joined, my abdominal muscles spasming and tightening until they solidified.

In the final thrust, before I could fully penetrate her, I ejaculated forcefully halfway into her wet, slippery vagina. The feeling of being confined by my semen-filled ejaculatory ducts was instantly released, and a wave of pleasure quickly surged through my brain, robbing me of my ability to think.

With each convulsion of ejaculation, my body involuntarily twitched.

This was real sex! I absolutely wouldn't admit it yesterday.

I lingered inside her for a moment, and after the climax, I patted her side and said, "I can't go on anymore. Let's do it again another time."

Wei Xiang was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. I propped myself up with one hand and tenderly stroked the spot where we had just joined, smoothing the clumps of pubic hair that had been ruffled.

"Does it still hurt?" I looked at her, gently parting her still-swollen labia with my index and middle fingers, then pinching her wet clitoris.

With each of my movements, she trembled, shaking her head in a daze. After a while, she weakly pushed my hand away, not allowing me to continue to confuse her.

After a while, Wei recovered from the pleasure of her orgasm, moved her naked body closer to me, lay on my chest, and absentmindedly played with her fingers or my nipples with a look that seemed both happy and satisfied.

"Is this okay? You don't really know me, and you've already slept with me twice..."

"You say I don't know you? I know a lot more than you."

"Huh?"

"Graduated from XX Private High School, ranked first in the entire school, served as class monitor for two years, and vice class monitor once. The only time I didn't serve was in the first semester of my freshman year, mainly because no one knew me back then."

I opened my mouth wide, surprised that she knew so much about me.

She took a slight breath and continued, "My best friend is Hu Jinquan, my favorite people are my parents, my least favorite thing is exams, and my saddest thing is... Xia Tian? And..."

"You... how do you know so much? Could it be... could it be..." I interrupted her.

She leaned close to my face and kissed me, then rested her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry I investigated you before," she said, breathing slightly heavily. "That morning I woke up, and at first I thought I was going to be raped, but then I found that nothing had happened to me, and then I saw you sitting alone on the floor." "

I just stared at you for a whole hour, you have no idea. I don't know why, but when I saw you, I had a strange feeling, I just liked looking at you. Besides, you didn't do anything to me. Partly, I wanted to thank you later, and partly, I probably just wanted to get to know you, so I took your student ID that was on the table and ran to the counselor's office to steal some of your information."

"So it was you, you bad guy, who made me miss the exam!" I exclaimed, suddenly realizing.

"Don't be like that... I just knew there was an exam that day, but I didn't know if you had one, so I set an alarm for you to make sure you weren't late. I just forgot that you need a student ID for the exam!" She put on a smile, trying to break down my defenses with her charm.

I still succumbed; beautiful women are hard to resist.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. "Don't do this again! Okay, you'll be my girlfriend, then this won't happen again!"

"Aren't we already? I investigated you to pick you up, didn't I?"

What a proactive girl! I was truly impressed.

I almost cheered! I thought she was trying to apologize by sleeping with me on purpose. This was my image of a northern girl.

But since she'd already said she wanted to be my girlfriend, this… this… this was such a wonderful thing!

"By the way! Why did you write 'summer' in the 'Sadest Thing' section?" she asked, looking at me.

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes, a girlfriend has the right to know everything about her boyfriend's past."

"Oh? Then I'll tell you. I remember it was back in high school..."

My eyes stared at the slightly yellowish ceiling, as if some kind of magic was drawing me into a grayish-yellow scene...

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＊The Girl from the Boy's Past

Wanrong was undoubtedly

the most beautiful girl in our class. She was elegant and beautiful, possessing a unique and captivating charm. Besides, her figure was impeccable. Because she combined celestial beauty with a devilish figure, not only were the boys in our class infatuated with her, but her "famous reputation" was also widespread throughout the school. Many students, upon hearing our class's name, would naturally exclaim "Oh!" and ask about her.

Naturally, I was also one of Wanrong's admirers, but I was rather introverted and dared not express my feelings to her.

Just being able to silently watch her from a corner was my greatest wish when I went to school.

It was a summer afternoon when Ah-Chuan invited me to his house to watch his latest videotape. I casually agreed; it was our secret.

Actually, it was just one of those tapes, and being young and full of curiosity, how could I not want to watch it? Especially since he said this tape was particularly different.

When I arrived at his house on my bicycle, I found him already watching it.

I playfully tapped his head, stepped over the back of the sofa, sat down next to him, and took a can of soda from the basket on the coffee table.

"Hey! You're such a jerk! Didn't you promise me you wouldn't watch it if I didn't see it?"

He said mysteriously, "I can't, if I don't watch it now, I won't..."

He suddenly stopped talking, letting out a sly smile.

I sensed something strange in his words: "Oh... what's coming next?" I grabbed his neck and started playfully hitting him. "Tell me! Tell me or not? Or else!"

"Ah... Ouch... Ouch..." He was rendered powerless by my actions and could only point at the screen. "Look... Look... They're starting... They're starting..."

This wretched kid was using both diversionary tactics and feints.

To avoid missing these exciting scenes, I let him go.

He straightened his wrinkled clothes and pointed at the male and female protagonists screaming on the screen.

"Look! Isn't that the popular female singer? Turns out she's been a slut for a long time." He pointed to the center of her thigh on the screen, where a dark, velvety mound was being penetrated by a man. "According to the person who lent me the film, for a few hundred thousand dollars, you can also do what that guy on the screen did and have sex with her..."

I chuckled. "Don't be silly, spending hundreds of thousands? Let me tell you, you can't even get a date with the principal's daughter!"

Why the principal's daughter? Because her appearance is a bit unusual, in other words, she's an "Agril," which is why she's over thirty and still can't get married. She only tries to torment us young, hot-blooded guys to satisfy her perverted psychology, so we all hate her.

I pressed my face close to the screen.

"Wow! Is this real?" Looking at that face distorted with excitement, I couldn't believe it. She's my favorite singer. Yesterday, during her interview on TV, she said she'd never had a boyfriend since she was a child!

"Don't be silly, of course it's real. One person looking alike might be fake, but how can three people look alike?" Ah Quan pointed to the new men who had joined in on her.

If they were current male stars, I definitely wouldn't recognize many of them.

But I'd recognize those two men even if they were ashes. One was her manager who promoted her album, and the other was a general who had just been promoted and was even mentioned in our ideological textbooks.

So that's how it is. That agent is really economical, acting as both pimp and client.

No wonder this pretty girl always wins the "Miss" election in the military, with almost double the votes of the second-place winner.

"Ah! It's starting to bite... It's starting to bite..." Every time Ah Quan sees oral sex on a videotape, he screams, because he once said he gets a special excitement when he sees oral sex. So he unbuckled his belt, ready to give himself a go.

"Hey! Don't be shameless, can't you see I'm right here?"

Just then, someone rang the doorbell.

Ah Quan pulled up his pants, pressed the remote, and changed the channel. The one

ringing the doorbell was none other than Wan Rong.

When I saw her, I froze. Could it be the one Ah Quan was talking about?

Sigh! It really is her...

Ah-Quan is my best friend. From childhood to adulthood, he's always been the one to stand up for me whenever I'm in trouble. I remember in seventh grade, there was a tall guy in my class who bullied me, so he introduced me to the "boss" of the ninth grade and some "friends" from the first and second years of ninth grade, asking them to help me get revenge and

beat that guy up so he'd transfer schools and run away. There's an old saying: when close friends both fall for the same girl, they're bound to become enemies, vowing never to let it go. This is a lesson from history, and also a law of the biological world.

Why is fate playing such a cruel trick on me?

"Hey!" Wan-Rong patted my shoulder, her smile bright, and said, "I didn't expect you to still like watching this at your age..."

I turned around and saw the two Mulan missiles being launched on the screen.

"Not bad! You've got a childlike heart..." Ah-Quan pushed Wan-Rong upstairs from behind, making a face at me, "Let's hurry up and go up!" Even

after they went upstairs, my heart still couldn't calm down.

Watching the actress on the screen grabbing the two men's penises and licking them with both hands, I felt no reaction whatsoever.

About five or six minutes later, the sounds from upstairs suddenly disappeared.

The actress's moans now sounded extremely grating.

I became restless, wondering what they were doing.

So I got up and tiptoed upstairs. Once on the second floor, I heard something clattering in the kitchen, making sounds so faint they couldn't be heard on the first floor.

I figured they were in the kitchen.

I pushed the kitchen door open a crack to see what they were doing and why they hadn't come downstairs yet.

As I opened the door, I noticed Wanrong's skirt at my feet.

A plan formed in my mind.

Searching up the disheveled clothing, the scene that met my eyes was one I would never forget.

Wanrong lay naked on the kitchen table, her long legs hooked around A-Quan's neck in mid-air. Two pale arms were placed inexplicably between her legs, as if caressing or grasping something.

Following her raised legs, A-Quan, also naked, was pressed against her, gripping her thighs, his hips thrusting rapidly. The impact waves transmitted from their point of contact, causing Wanrong's medium-sized breasts to sway back and forth.

A-Quan tilted his head back, his eyes slightly closed, his half-open lips constantly exhaling, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corners of his mouth. With each thrust, his Adam's apple moved rapidly up and down, showing how much pleasure he was experiencing.

Wanrong wasn't lying still; her hands moved aimlessly, sometimes pressing against her breasts, sometimes caressing her genitals, as if A-Quan's thrusting couldn't fully satisfy her needs.

I don't know exactly when they started making love, but not long after I opened the peephole, Ah Quan was almost at his limit. Then, Ah Quan let out a scream, "Ugh!" and hurriedly pulled out his penis. His penis was already overflowing, and he almost uncontrollably ejaculated a stream of thick, white fluid above Wan Rong's lower abdomen, staining her breasts and lower abdomen. The glistening fluid emitted an unusual sheen.

Only then did I notice that Wan Rong's lower abdomen was very flat, very flat.

Ah Quan cursed for a while, his words seemingly telling Wan Rong that he wouldn't usually be so shameless, and that if she waited a few more days, he would bring her even greater pleasure.

But Wan Rong didn't respond. At this moment, she showed none of the restraint and shyness I usually expected. In order to satisfy her own pleasure, her hands began to move, grasping Ah Quan's sluggish penis and anxiously rubbing it. Whenever Ah Quan made the slightest movement, she couldn't wait to stuff it into her vagina.

No matter how much she caressed him, Ah Quan's penis could only reach half its normal height when truly aroused, and with her insatiable play, it could never get erect again.

It seemed to have truly run out of steam.

Seeing this, besides the shock of being struck by lightning, I felt a damned voyeuristic excitement, like when I secretly watch porn.

Suddenly, I couldn't bear to watch anymore, couldn't bear to see my goddess and Satan making love, couldn't bear to see her shameful, lustful display—this was completely beyond my imagination.

I gently closed the door, slowly got up, turned, and walked downstairs

, feeling utterly lost. The feeling of my feet on the stairs was indescribable, like sadness mixed with relief; sadness that my beloved was now so pathetic, relief because I was glad I hadn't truly fallen in love with her.

This must be the disillusionment of unrequited love, but I don't know why it was so brutal, plunging me into an abyss of despair. The person I loved had played such a cruel joke on me.

As I walked down the stairs, the two men on the screen were ejaculating, and the female lead's moans sounded like they were for Wanrong.

Today was truly unlucky; I was forced to break two innocent "model vases" in a row.

I wasn't in the mood, and I was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so I left a message saying, "I'll go back and watch some adult films later," and left A-Quan's house alone.

Anyone who witnessed what A-Quan and Wanrong did would know that my "later" had a double meaning, but as it turned out, they didn't understand my meaning.

That night, lying in bed, I miserably hid under the covers and cried my heart out.

"And then?" Wei asked me.

"What else could there be? After I found out about that, I deliberately distanced myself from her. Because we weren't very close friends, she didn't know I had found out about that day. Just like that, even the one in a trillion hope was gone."

Wei listened intently, her eyes fixed on me without moving.

I glanced at her, deeply touched by her thoughtfulness, then looked back at the ceiling and recounted the ending of the story.

"But she broke up with Quan later. I heard from classmates that it was because Quan was impotent. Actually, I already knew that, but I can still correct my mistake. Quan wasn't impotent, he just didn't last long."

I paused, considering whether to continue.

I finally mustered the courage to speak.

"Anyway, pretty girls are all like that. They're with whoever they like, and they break up when they don't. They're all playing with guys' feelings. Who told them to be so pretty? Everyone wants them, right?"

After I finished speaking, I turned back to look at her.

She knew what I meant, but she didn't seem embarrassed at all. She simply maintained her original position for a moment, then spread her hands and lay back down on the bed.

"Did you think I was playing with you?" Wei's words subtly stung me.

"Isn't that how it is?" I replied naturally.

After I finished, I realized I'd made a mistake. Why was I so blunt? Why didn't I think before I spoke? "What an idiot!"

Wei paused for a moment, then stared blankly at the ceiling, letting out a soft laugh.

She didn't give me any clear answer.

The conversation ended there, and the atmosphere between us became incredibly tense—all my fault for being so blunt.

To prevent the atmosphere from worsening, I spoke first.

"And what about you?"

"Me what?" She didn't look at me.

"What about your first love? Like, your first kiss, your first time... your first time having sex..."

"Me?" She gave me a mysterious smile. "Do you want to know?"

"Of course!" I puffed out my chest.

Then she slowly closed her eyes, sealing herself away in her memories...

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*The Girl's Past Boy

She met him in high school. The innocent years, coupled with the oppressive pressure of college entrance exams, robbed many young women of their joy, forcing them into the cutthroat competition too early.

With her current grades and good looks, she was naturally a treasure to her parents and school. For her, the future was undoubtedly her first choice. Her only worry was that the college entrance exam was too far away.

Of course, with her excellent qualities, her classmates at the prestigious public school were both envious and jealous, yet none could rival her. Thus, their narrow-mindedness led to constant gossip and slander against her. However, she didn't take it too seriously. She possessed an extraordinary mindset and unconventional thinking, giving her her own unique charm. Compared to him

, he seemed somewhat out of place. Both attended prestigious public schools, yet his ranking was even lower than his exam number, forcing him to anxiously pray for passing each year.

But he possessed ideals beyond his years. He had dreams, he had passion, and he had a sense of loyalty that adults often considered lacking in good students. He refused to bow to unreasonable teacher-student relationships and had the courage to challenge the corrupt school system, even though these were things despised and scorned by the teachers and bookworms of this rigid system.

And so, these two people, whose personalities seemed to intersect somewhat, got to know each other. She slowly discovered his sincere heart; she admired his love for society and his perception of people. Every move he made deeply attracted her. From him, she learned about friendship, love, and affection—things she had never experienced in her cold, impersonal environment.

She realized she had fallen in love with him.

One day, they went out together and spent the night in the misty mountains.

His embrace was warm, his strong arms offering her a sense of security. Wei, who had always been afraid of the dark, felt the gentleness of the night for the first time. She no longer had to weep for the darkness of a rainy night without power. Even though they were the only two people in the cabin, separated by the dark wilderness beyond the logs, with only the occasional howl of a stray dog and the howling of the mountain wind, she felt no fear, because he was there.

Exhausted from the day, they reluctantly parted.

She stepped into the bathroom. As the warm water flowed over her pale body, for some reason, the scalding water seemed to surge through her, gradually eroding her rationality. Even the guilt she usually felt when accidentally touching her genitals while showering vanished; she only felt burning.

Free from her usual unfounded guilt, driven by a strange consciousness, she gently and thoroughly washed her body, caressing her budding breasts, carefully rinsing her seemingly perpetually unclean genitals. The

lukewarm water grew increasingly hot.

She turned around and was startled to find him standing outside the door, but she couldn't be angry, because she couldn't be.

He opened the door, went over, and embraced her. His large, rough hands pressed against her back, his lips covered hers, his tongue tracing her teeth, swirling endlessly.

A dizzying, almost suffocating sensation made her abandon her last resistance. Mixed with his saliva and the wonderful sensation of contact, she let his passion enter her stomach.

His hand slid over her body, reaching her chest, and grasped her breasts, which were swollen from his caresses.

"Ah...no..." she succumbed to the wonderful tightness.

Whether he had experience or not, his other playful hand moved downwards, pinching and teasing her swaying buttocks.

He slowly squatted down, his handsome face and the hand that had caressed her breasts moving to her slightly sparse triangle.

Through her squinted eyes, she watched with heartache as the water splashed against his broad back, soaking the only clothes she wore.

Suddenly, he parted her tightly closed thighs, revealing the virgin's rosy, narrow slit, and then extended his index finger, rubbing it up and down along the slightly concave crevice.

"Ah...no..." she screamed inwardly in a daze, but contrary to her inner thoughts, she kept shaking her body, chasing the pleasure from his fingertips.

He forcefully plunged his index finger into her parted petals, the pad of his finger stimulating her between the two wet, slippery labia, discovering that the tiny opening secreted a large amount of slippery love fluid. Her

bright red clitoris erected alluringly, as if angry that he didn't know where to best please her. He felt ashamed, using his middle and ring fingers to hold her, his thumb against his index finger, the index finger stroking the inner walls, while his thumb teased her outer labia.

Suddenly, he leaned forward, his forehead accidentally bumping against his alluringly sexy spot. When his nose touched her clitoris, a sudden, tingling sensation made her weak all over, collapsing onto the dripping floor.

Lying on the floor, constantly feeling the slippery, sticky sensation of her lower body, making her parted petals uncomfortable, she pulled her legs together, making her knees the apex of the triangle formed by her thighs and calves, spreading her legs as wide as possible.

From the angle formed by her thighs, her beloved removed his last remaining clothes.

She looked down from the floor as his young, erect penis slowly approached her. The glans, glistening with pre-ejaculate, looked enormous, the slightly curved shaft stretching from the juncture of her thighs to her navel, the taut scrotum appearing grotesque.

"No…no…no…" she cried out in fear.

"It's okay…" he said, grasping his member with one hand and rubbing the glans.

His other hand pressed against her vulva, his index and middle fingers spreading her open abruptly, then pressing the glans against her bright red hymen. He gently moved her hips forward and backward, causing the hymen to ripple like waves on a calm sea.

"I'm scared…" she murmured, trembling, powerless to resist him.

He thrust in without mercy, his vaginal walls so narrow, not allowing for rough thrusting, but true to his stubborn nature, he penetrated her completely.

A strong feeling of fullness surged through her lower body after the excruciating pain. With the withdrawal of his penis, she was plunged back into an abyss of agony, like her thin eyelids being pulled apart by both hands, banishing the pleasure evoked by the foreplay.

His strong body continued to thrust inside her.

"Ugh..." Intense pleasure radiated from her clitoris, an unprecedented feeling of comfort mixed with pain, making her unable to control herself.

The sticky walls of her flesh clung to the thick penis, constantly tumbling in and out with each thrust. The feeling of his chest pressing against her breasts was a form of pleasure, settling deep within her. Her pride, which had always been unwilling to confront the desires of her age, had completely crumbled.

Perhaps due to fatigue, the intense pain gradually subsided, even merging with the ever-increasing pleasure, almost making her faint.

She slowly opened her mouth, as if out of control. She was ashamed to find her saliva dripping down, and her taut buttocks began to thrust upwards, not only encouraging him to take the initiative but also giving her more courage to pursue pleasure.

His techniques and experience, learned from who-knows-where, drove her, a novice, to ecstasy. Without a trace of nervousness, his wild hands moved nimbly again, his lips once more pressed against hers, sucking away the incongruous saliva on her beautiful cheeks.

His fingers pinched her erect nipple with one hand, while the other reached across half her body, slipping into her sensual center, pinching the clitoris that was constantly being assaulted by his erect penis.

A stronger current suddenly surged from her lower body to her head, then a warm surge slowly spread outwards, to her moist petals, smooth abdomen, soft breasts, and passionate cherry lips. She felt the surge reach her head, simultaneously triggering waves of shivering. Her throat felt as if something was blocked, preventing her from making a sound. Then, her burning vagina began to spasm, her legs began to convulse, and she kept falling downwards. She seemed to hear some discordant, irregular sounds coming from within her body. Suddenly, the dryness at their point of contact disappeared.

"Ugh... Ah..." Her beautiful face flushed red. After experiencing the most beautiful sensation between a man and a woman, she felt utterly helpless, weak, and powerless...

This must be an orgasm, she thought vaguely.

But he showed no sign of stopping; his thick penis continued to thrust inside her. She felt waves of fatigue, her body unconsciously relaxing, even her slender hands, which had been tightly gripping the sheets, unconsciously loosened.

Suddenly, he pressed down on her body and inexplicably quickened his pace. After a moment, he stopped, and from the sensation between their bodies, she realized he was also twitching slightly.

Something intermittently touched her deep inside, and instantly, her relaxed body tensed again, convulsing and spasming intensely.

Her cold body was continuously melted by the surging warm semen, and for the first time, she felt such warmth within herself. The convulsing vaginal walls even experienced waves of pleasure different from his thrusting. The intense, visceral excitement plunged her deep into the ocean of orgasm, lost in the dense forest of passion.

After that fateful night in the mountains, they became even more deeply infatuated with each other, both physically and emotionally. Their dates were not only filled with spiritual exchange but also with the passionate love and desire of youth. They loved, and then they made love…

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＊The Boy and the Girl Now

Hearing this, a strange sense of jealousy welled up in my mind. From the moment Wei started mentioning "him," especially when he barged into the bathroom where Wei was showering, I even screamed in my heart, "Wei! Run!" Even though that's all in the past.

Logically, since Wei and I had a relationship that went beyond friendship, her ex-boyfriend should be jealous that I now have Wei. Because as Wei's boyfriend, it's like "I slept with his woman," and I should be smug. But clearly, the roles have reversed.

I remembered something very important and asked her, "Since you loved each other so much, why did he leave you? Was...was he lying to you?"

She suddenly became very agitated, clutching her head in her hands, and said sadly, "Yes! It was him, he didn't want me. We swore to grow old together, to be together forever. It was him, it's all his fault..."

Wei sobbed uncontrollably, "He suddenly died in a car accident, a week before graduation, just because he went out to buy something for his friend...for his friend...He lied to me, he said he would never leave me..." "

He just died in a car accident like that..." Wei was caught in an uncontrollable confusion, repeating herself over and over.

Seeing this, the unease I felt earlier intensified. Clearly, she loved him very much and seemed unable to forget him.

Some say that first love is the sweetest, but usually also the most bitter, but I didn't know that Wei's first love was so profound and painful.

I didn't know how to comfort her. After hearing her story, I realized she actually loved someone more than me, and I felt utterly desolate and helpless, even though he was a thing of the past.

In the end, I helplessly hugged her, gently patting her trembling back as she cried, occasionally uttering a few "formulaic lines" I'd learned from TV to comfort her.

Thinking about this, I felt like crying too. Wei was my true first love, yet she told me this. No matter what, when a lover hears about another lover's past, even something as simple as holding hands or hugging can cause uncontrollable anger, let alone something as significant as sleeping together. But she gave me such a rude awakening, saying not only that her body belonged to him, but that she couldn't forget him emotionally.

I was such an idiot; if I hadn't asked, she wouldn't have hurt me so much.

Now that I know how much she loved someone in the past, I have absolutely no confidence in whether I can ever find love like his in the future.

But the thought of her in my arms, yet her heart with someone else, involuntarily twists my expression, even giving me a headache.

"Would I be jealous of someone who's already gone?" I could almost feel the anxiety and uncertainty of being in love. After Wei fell asleep, I quietly stared at the ceiling.

It was that chance encounter that led to Wei and me becoming a couple, eating together, living together, even though she hadn't given up her place.

Perhaps because of this, my life had a purpose, and I gradually felt more grounded.

I think I've fallen in love with her.

Every time we made love, I liked to hold her, touch and play with her delicate nipples, tell her I loved her, and then ask her if she loved me the same way.

But she never gave me a straight answer.

Sometimes she said she liked me very much, but then said liking wasn't the same as loving, then said she couldn't live without me, yet also said she just couldn't live without a confidant who understood her.

"When I say 'I love you,' it means I'm willing to entrust my whole life to him, willing to sacrifice everything for him..."

But I could never get her to say the word "love."

So even though I held her in my arms, I always felt uneasy, afraid that I was giving more than she was giving, and even more afraid that one day I would lose her.

I started to feel pressured, even though I could tell from all the care she showed me that she loved me 99.9999%.

That 0.0001% became an obstacle in my heart because, on the night I met her, she said that word to the boy I was insanely jealous of in her dream.

That was what bothered me most.

Because I felt contempt for myself, I bitterly berated myself for only having her body and her care. I was jealous, I was resentful, I cared completely!

Fate is clearly playing a cruel joke on me. We not only share the same interests, but our personalities also mesh well. After living together for over a year, Wei is practically the perfect wife I've always dreamed of. But why did she have to grow up in the North?!

God! Why can't I overcome the narrow-mindedness of southern boys to accept this northern girl's past?

It's simply because we grew up in different environments, naturally leading to vastly different levels of openness.

I can't forget our first time making love—the male protagonist was a virgin, but the female protagonist wasn't, especially since she refused to say she loved me, which made me feel even more humiliated.

I began to feel exhausted; the pressure weighed heavily on me.

Wei had noticed my unusual behavior long ago. Not only did I sometimes deliberately stay at friends' houses, but our arguments also became more frequent.

She also started staying at her place three or four days a week, avoiding talking to me.

Perhaps because of our relationship, because of her "maternal instincts," she would deliberately return to my apartment at times when I was sure I wouldn't be home, tidying my room and doing my laundry.

Then, unexpectedly, she became incredibly considerate, even thinking of my physical needs. Every time she finished cleaning, she would leave a note saying she would be waiting for me at her place on a certain day and time.

Her kindness became an even greater nightmare for me.

Almost every time I went there, I felt a deeper sense of humiliation and inferiority, as if she were pitying me, toying with me even more than before.

After intense sex, we would just lie in bed, silent.

My classmates couldn't stand my despicable behavior and tried every possible way to normalize our relationship, but in the end, everything failed.

I was driven by the typical Southern male chauvinism, she by the capricious temperament of the North.

And all of this could have been resolved with a single word from me.

I never did.

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＊When the boy saw another girl

The day I met Ru was a warm spring break evening.

The huge campus was almost deserted; plus it was a holiday, no one wanted to come to school in the evening. So I sent the few younger students huddled in the reading room home, lying to them that it was time.

Today was the day to write on Wei's note. After almost two months of cold war, I still wanted to shamelessly go to her, to lie on her soft breasts, to soothe the burning desire of the past week.

Walking along the path, I saw a group of people in the distance, harassing a younger girl who had just come out of the reading room.

I walked past them and noticed that the girl had been staying in the reading room lately, and was sitting not far in front of me—a rather cute girl.

As mentioned earlier, a few upperclassmen at our school are quite shameless and like to openly flirt with girls. Although there isn't a very obvious senior-junior system like in military academies, this applies to us boys. It's a different story with some naive female students; they not only dare not resist, but are even more respectful than when they see a drill sergeant.

Unfortunately, more than half of the girls in our school are this type. Actually, those flies are easy to swat away; as long as you're not coy and your attitude is firm, they're helpless. If they dared to treat someone like Wei, she would report them to the drill sergeant's office or the police station.

Therefore, most of the couples who become boyfriend and girlfriend at school are paired with shameless upperclassmen and innocent female students. According to my department's upperclassman's girlfriend, seeing an upperclassman makes her feel a strange excitement from the bottom of her heart, her whole body heats up, and she is involuntarily captivated and agrees to their requests.

"Oh!" I exclaimed.

No wonder our school has the highest abortion rate in Taiwan.

This is a "perverted" tradition among the girls; nobody knows when it started.

I'm already a third-year student, but with my naturally withdrawn personality, if it weren't for Wei's pursuit, would I have been able to hook up with someone? This is something I've always doubted. Although almost everyone says I'm quite attractive.

At that time, several fourth-year male students were bothering her, one of them even trying to grope her, but contrary to tradition, she let them take advantage of her, retreating in disgust.

I was about ten meters away from them. At first, I thought they were just playing a prank, so I slowly walked away with my back to them. This was commonplace at our school; since the boys wouldn't go too far on campus, and the girl who was groped would eventually become that boy's girlfriend, why should I care? It was the norm.

Suddenly, I heard an unusual sound coming from the flowerbed behind me.

I almost burst out laughing. "What? You fell into the grass!"

I turned around and saw something was wrong. The girl was forced into a corner of a flower bed, surrounded by a group of about five or six people. Two of them were holding her arms and pinning her to the ground, while another covered her mouth to prevent her from making a sound. Some of the others were even starting to unbuckle their belts.

This was clearly rape!

I felt utterly disgusted by their behavior. They had monopolized more than half of the school's "romantic resources" and weren't satisfied, now they wanted to harm another good girl.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran over.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let her go!"

The group of five released her as soon as they heard me and turned to face me.

"Hey! Junior, be smart, get lost if this isn't your business!"

One of them, who was taller than me, cursed at me viciously. It seemed they had already decided that since the junior couldn't resist the senior, the junior should learn to do the same.

I remained unmoved, watching them intently.

Seeing my unwavering resolve, some of them began to lose their temper, fueled by fear and their numerical advantage, attempting to harm me.

These days, only middle schoolers would resort to ganging up on one person; it's clear these guys haven't matured at all. They must have come from some prestigious high school, used to bullying younger girls in college and thinking they're something special.

Two of them approached, fists clenched

, ready to swing at me. I dodged them; one of them stumbled and fell, his unsteady gait confirming the assumption that they'd never fought before.

At this point, I was completely unafraid.

As one of them rushed past me, I grabbed his shirt from behind and delivered a powerful punch to his face. While they paused, stunned, I darted forward and landed several blows to one of them's stomach, finally kicking the guy who'd told me to mind my own business in the jaw.

They were terrified.

This was something they couldn't even imagine after four years of bullying everyone on campus. I think they considered bribing thugs to beat people up or just standing by and watching others get beaten up, then running away as soon as trouble started, as "being a gangster," hence their arrogance.

Unfortunately for them, they ran into me, someone who had been a bit of a gangster in high school.

The two who weren't injured didn't even help their companions before fleeing in panic, while the rest limped away, injured.

Seeing their fear was almost laughable.

To prevent them from reporting to their parents or the disciplinary office (that's what weaklings do most), I deliberately shouted, "Come back if you dare! I'll bring people to block whoever comes next time!"

They ran even faster.

I walked over and found her top had been taken off, her skirt and underwear pulled down a little, she was covering her chest with one hand and holding onto the waistband of her skirt with the other, crying in fear. Luckily, I arrived at the right time.

"Thank you..." She covered her chest with one hand and pointed to her top two meters away with the other, asking me to bring it to her.

I handed it to her as she instructed.

Strangely, only her shoulders were visible above her shoulders, and below that were bras from a long, long time ago, long out of fashion.

I couldn't see her chest or back, so I was only looking at her silhouette. I noticed her shoulders were beautiful, especially in the golden glow of the setting sun.

She noticed I seemed to be peeking and turned her face to look at me shyly.

I reacted quickly, immediately turning my face away, pretending I was admiring the sunset. I was a gentleman, not a lecherous person peeking at her.

After she finished dressing, she stood up, walked to my side, saluted, and repeatedly said, "Thank you… thank you so much." Then she said some sweet nothings I dared not remember.

"Don't worry about it, anyone would help. I just happened to be passing by! Don't worry about it. Haha!" I laughed it off.

I sound like I'm some kind of morally upright and courageous person who likes to help those in need, lo and behold… Actually, it's just that my judgment is absolutely correct. If it were someone like the "boss" who taught me to fight in middle school, I wouldn't dare to even utter a sound, let alone fight, especially with five of them!

She described me like that, which really made me feel embarrassed.

I awkwardly scratched the back of my head, my blank face twisted into a silly grin, when suddenly her short hair caught my attention.

Looking at her hair, I realized that a girl's hairstyle should complement her face and overall appearance to look good. Her short hair gave her a fresh, cute, and lively vibe.

She gave me her name and phone number.

I glanced at it, "First Grade, Class A, Wang Xinru."

I thought of Wei's class; maybe this girl was her junior. I'll have to ask her about it when I get back.

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＊Boy, Girl, and Another Girl

I opened the door, and Wei was already waiting there, but she turned her head to the side, pulling her hair aside so I couldn't see her gloomy face.

I walked to the coat rack and put on my coat.

She stood up at this moment, still deliberately using her beautiful black hair to cover her expression, and unbuttoned her top and skirt.

Seeing her clothes being removed one by one, revealing her smooth, white body, I began to feel a little reluctant.

Perhaps it was because I had saved someone today, but I was in a very good mood.

Therefore, although I was unwilling to explain things clearly to Wei verbally, my actions were much gentler. I held her shoulders, lowered my head, and wanted to kiss Wei.

Wei half-heartedly gave in, abandoning her restraint, and slightly parted her cherry lips to accept my warm tongue.

Then, perhaps it was an unspoken understanding between us! Wei actually grabbed my collar, pressed herself against my chest, and began to sob.

Seeing her, so strong, shed tears for the first time, I truly hated myself.

I gently rested my head on her hair, then opened my arms and held her tightly.

"It's all over, I promise it's all over..."

I laid her flat on the bed, then kissed her full thighs with my lips. Each light touch made Wei's body tremble slightly. I extended my tongue, sliding it into her wonderful triangle, slowly kissing her petals, then using my fingers and thumb to part her hidden labia, revealing that familiar little hole.

My tongue pressed hard against the tightly closed, smooth opening, as if trying to separate it, then my entire tongue covered it, using the rough surface to lick her.

Wei was touched by a sensual current, and her whole body involuntarily twitched.

Then I rounded my lips, anxiously searching for the cute little clitoris at the tip of one or two petals, then playfully touched it with the tip of my nose, and unceremoniously sucked and nibbled at it with my lips.

I inserted my fingers into her fleshy opening, feeling the scalding heat inside her, almost burning me.

I began to withdraw my fingers, seeing the sticky, soft area clinging to it, constantly flipping in and out with my movements. I wondered if the area I was pressing against below was also being penetrated like this.

I gently bit her erect, rosy clitoris with the tip of my teeth, then began to move my body, my mouth never leaving Wei's wet area, until I was upside down, pressed against Wei's body.

My hard penis forced open her moist lips, the swollen tip being wrapped around her shimmering tongue. I began to lose consciousness, but the sensation of her tongue constantly circling my glans was too intense. In desperation, I reached out with both hands, rubbing or pinching her along the rosy crevice.

"Mmm..." she moaned indistinctly, her mouth filled with my erect penis.

"Ah... it's flowing out..." I gasped, marveling at how her alluring flesh was even wetter than before.

I stuck out my tongue, scooping up the slightly astringent love juice, feeling a sweet sensation.

"No...no...don't..." she murmured incoherently.

I pinched and played with her clitoris while pressing my mouth against her lower mouth, then sucked out more saliva from deep within her more intensely.

The stronger stimulation sent waves of excitement through her body, causing her to go wild. My penis accidentally slipped out of her mouth, the mixture of saliva and secretions leaving shimmering marks on her beautiful cheeks.

I bit her again, suppressing the urge to insert my penis into her, sucking her vigorously.

"Let you have an orgasm first," I thought mischievously, because Senior A-Xi said that waiting until a woman orgasms before having intercourse would make her more submissive...

I used my fingers instead of my mouth, playing with her, then secretly observed her from behind.

Wei no longer had the strength to bite my penis; she just stuck out her tongue, aimlessly touching the base of my penis, causing a stream of drool to flow from her mouth, wetting my penis and pubic hair, glistening on her face.

Seeing this scene, an even more wicked, bestial desire took hold of my thoughts.

"Let you climax..." I thought of the dialogue between male protagonists in erotic comics.

I quickly caressed her vulva and clitoris, and suddenly, I felt her begin to convulse violently, as if some indescribable magic was drawing my fingers into her deep body.

"Is she having an orgasm?" As soon as I saw this, I suddenly stood up, and before Wei's convulsing pleasure had subsided, I immediately thrust myself inside her.

"Ah..." Wei's cry was like a nightingale's, penetrating my heart.

Without hesitation, I immediately retaliated, first thrusting a few times deep inside with small movements, then suddenly withdrawing, and then immediately entering deeply.

"Mmm... Ugh..." The intense feeling of fullness, accompanied by pleasure, swept over her like a whirlwind. Having just orgasmed, she was then plunged into an abyss of desire by my actions, only able to keep getting excited, excited, and almost unable to breathe.

Wei's legs were raised and rested on my shoulders, her beautiful thighs being repeatedly struck by my abdomen, making a sound like drumming.

For some reason, even though she had already climaxed, she still had the strength to clamp down on me, stubbornly resisting and using her most mysterious weapon to stop my advance. After I finished, she couldn't retreat.

"Ah... you bad guy..." I cried out, my hands pressing against her waist, getting more and more excited.

She realized that if she didn't start to counterattack, having already suffered from my tongue skills once, she would succumb to my fierce thrusts again, experiencing multiple orgasms in one session. She felt as if she were being gang-raped by several men at the same time, more like a promiscuous prostitute.

"Hmm..." Wei held her breath again, a strong heat rising in her lower body, her hands swinging unconsciously in the air, as if she was about to come again...

Taking advantage of her excitement, I placed a pillow under her buttocks, using positional techniques to try to help her reach another peak faster.

Because I couldn't wait for the afternoon's beautiful scenery at noon today, I secretly masturbated once at my place, so even after three or four hundred thrusts, I didn't feel much.

This time, I was purely going to drive her crazy.

I kept pushing forward, which made Wei's waist arch upward, her delicate buttocks were suspended in mid-air, her straight legs and body were like an inverted U shape. Then I started to use the strength of my fingers, going deep into her private parts, parting her thick triangle, going deep into the two private parts stretched open by my penis, pinching her sexy mound.

"Ah... ah..." When my fingers touched Wei, she was caught off guard and another climax rose, her whole body contracted strangely, especially the place where we met.

I attacked from both sides, my lower body thrusting strongly, my fingers kneading intensely.

"Ugh..." Wei seemed to be crying, her cherry mouth opened exaggeratedly, making a very hazy sound, her slender hands placed on my chest, as if to push me away, but she couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Hehe..." I was quite pleased with myself. For some reason, making a girl repeatedly indulge in the pleasure of orgasm made me laugh.

Just as I relaxed like that, I suddenly sensed something was wrong. A strong current surged through my sexual thought center, warning me that the moment was approaching.

To avoid this, I made a quick decision, temporarily withdrawing it from her tight vaginal opening to rest for a while, waiting for my body to be ready before "fucking" her again.

Wei seemed to sense that my condition was starting to deteriorate. From our more than a hundred sexual encounters over the years and during our cohabitation, she deduced the signs that I was about to ejaculate.

Having already figured out my plot to shatter her self-esteem in the bedroom, she decided to give me a head-on blow, mischievously trying to turn the tables on me.

So she quickly reached out and squeezed my buttocks hard, not letting me leave, and then, using her physiologically different structure from men, began to work vigorously.

"It's not fair... You... You have to come out too..." Wei's cheeks flushed red as she mumbled her meaning.

"Oh..." My scheme was exposed like this, and I was already quite aroused, especially since her face was so beautiful at that moment, I was instantly aroused to the highest point.

Wei suddenly stopped pushing backward, but it was my turn to attack even more fiercely than before. To make myself even more excited, I used all my strength to suppress the heat that was about to erupt, and increased the frequency of my thrusts to infinity.

"Thump, thump, thump..." All the sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only the sound of testicles hitting labia, the sound of thighs slamming against buttocks, the sound of abdomen hitting thighs. "Thump, thump, thump, thump..."

The waxy red stick of nitroglycerin, flames burning the cotton thread, hissed... hissed...

"Ah..." I thrust my hips forward, maximizing the backward movement of Wei's body...

Wei gripped the sheets tightly, her whole body clenching her teeth as if unable to withstand the final stimulation, her chest rising.

Peacefully, her hands slowly relaxed, her breasts lowering, then her hands moved to her chest, stopping in mid-air as if exhausted.

A flush of crimson spread across her beautiful face.

I closed my eyes, holding her legs, trying to merge myself with her, greedily enjoying the peace after the raging storm, quietly waiting for the throbbing pleasure to subside.

After about three or four minutes, I moved my body, withdrew from her, and then brought my face close to her lower abdomen, gently biting along her delicate skin inch by inch.

I slid my fingers over her skin, sucking on her sweet nipples, breathing in the milky scent between her breasts, then pressed my lips to hers, biting her indistinct tongue, and finally her burning cheeks.

"Do you like me?" I asked her breathlessly, my face pressed against the pillow beside her head.

"Mmm..."

"Do you like it very much?" I gently nibbled on her earlobe.

"Mmm..."

"This... do you... love me?" I persisted.

Wei was still intoxicated by the afterglow, her eyes closed, showing a satisfied expression, without answering, not even a word.

"Hmm?" I pressed her deliberately.

"Hmm..."

She avoided using the word "love," just like before.

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This time I didn't insist, pausing slightly.

I lay on the bed with my hands behind my head, Wei's slender body curled up against my arm.

An idea popped into my head, so I spoke up.

"Suppose, I mean suppose!" I asked Wei seriously, "What would you do if a few men tried to rape you?"

"Rape?" Wei looked up at me, smiling happily. "Don't worry! Unless they have weapons or something, knives won't do, they won't even be able to touch me." She immediately put on a mischievous expression. "If someone could actually touch me, then every girl in the world would probably be raped."

She laughed heartily at me.

Only then did I remember that she was a black belt in karate; asking her was pointless.

I was asking her from the perspective of what happened to me this evening. Even I, who hadn't learned any kung fu and only knew a few fighting moves and some rough and unpleasant courage, could intimidate those "weaklings," let alone her? She would have been in the hospital long ago.

A sudden chill ran through me. Luckily, when we argued before, I hadn't gone too far. Otherwise, if her lioness temper flared up one day, I'd be battered and bruised, lying on the ground howling in pain.

She leaned closer, her soft body whining sweetly.

"Darling, are you worried about me…?"

Then she chuckled mysteriously.

"Or are you worried about yourself? Don't worry, I'm willing to sleep with you. No matter what you do, even if you force me when I don't want to, I absolutely won't use my karate on you."

Ah… ah… ah… yeah… yeah… yeah… yeah… She

's giving me that mischievous, suggestive look again.

"Just kidding! Even so, it's practically a threat! She even stated when she'd use her fists on me, so how could I dare do anything to her after that…"

After Wei finished speaking, she nestled against my chest, closed her eyes, and asked me to hold her as she drifted off to sleep. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.

No wonder, we'd been so intense today; it was understandable that she was exhausted.

But even though I, as a man, had used more energy than her, I couldn't sleep at all.

After she peacefully drifted off to sleep, I pulled her to my side, then lay back, propping my cheek with one hand, gazing at her sideways.

Unconsciously, I thought of the girl from the evening, Wang Xinru.

Both were girls, but they were drastically different—one a graceful lady from a wealthy family, the other a reserved girl from a modest background.

I realized that Wei's place in my heart had changed; it had somewhat declined.

A few months later, I met Ru again; fate seemed to be bringing us together.

I slowly walked out of the science building. The weather was terrible, dark and gloomy, with a light drizzle falling steadily.

I thought to myself, "This is bad!" It would take at least five minutes to run back to my dorm. I hoped it wouldn't rain during this time, otherwise this thin jacket wouldn't be enough to save me.

So I made up my mind and started running.

As I ran past the School of Humanities, I noticed a girl named Wang Xinru standing there, wearing a thin white top, the kind that becomes translucent when wet.

The rain came suddenly. It was unbearably hot in the morning, but around 3 pm it suddenly turned cloudy, and the wind picked up, giving off a sense of impending storm, just like a typical summer downpour.

As soon as I saw her, I immediately ran towards her.

It was less of a problem if I got wet, but it would be much worse if she did. Her translucent clothes, if she ran into some bored upperclassmen, would definitely cause trouble.

"Hi! Remember me?" I stood in front of her, soaking wet.

"Ah... it's you!" She exclaimed happily, as if she'd met a savior.

"Don't be so happy, I didn't bring an umbrella either," I reminded her.

"It's okay, I have a friend with me, so I won't be bothered."

"Aren't you afraid I'll bother you?" I asked her deliberately.

"Would you?" She smiled gently at me, her two dimples on her cheeks quite adorable.

"This... of course not." I looked around, puzzled, and asked, "Huh? Where are your friends?"

"A few upperclassmen came over and picked them up." Her tone turned cold when she mentioned the upperclassmen, showing that her friends were all victims of a twisted tradition.

"It looks like it might rain until tonight, this..." "

That?"

"Do you want to take a risk?"

"A risk?"

"Hmm... like this!" I pretended to lower my head in thought for a moment, then shouted it out.

Before she could react, I draped my coat over her shoulders, picked her up, and ran off without another word.

"Hey!" she called out anxiously. Although she knew I wouldn't do anything, she felt incredibly embarrassed being carried through the streets by a man, especially since she had come all the way from the south to study.

A clap of thunder sounded, and raindrops began to fall heavily on us.

I kept running, and she, who had initially struggled slightly, completely abandoned her inhibitions, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and gazing at me tenderly, as if surrendering everything to me.

Seeing her looking at me, I smiled at her.

"Boom..." The thunder roared, and lightning flashed incessantly. "

Splash..." The rain intensified, relentlessly pelting my body.

Cool droplets dripped from my hair.

"Splash..." I jumped over a large puddle, splashing water as I landed.

I carried her into an alley. "

Splash... Splash..." Water streamed down from the rooftops of nearby houses.

Finally, I saw the girls' dormitory in front of me, with a bicycle shed connected to it. I ran inside to take shelter from the rain.

After setting her down, I gasped for breath.

"Oh dear, you're soaking wet." She took out a not-so-dry handkerchief and gently wiped the raindrops from my face.

A little disappointed, she said, "I'm sorry, boys aren't allowed in the girls' dormitory, otherwise I would have dried you off... Are you cold?" She asked sadly at the end, almost on the verge of tears.

"I'm okay... Um... We're here, let's go up quickly..." I was still panting.

"Are you really okay?"

"Really."

"Then... thank you. You're wet too, go back and take a shower, or you'll catch a cold." She turned to look at me, speaking with concern, then lowered her voice, "If you catch a cold, I'll be so worried..."

Hearing this, I stared at her in disbelief.

And so, we gazed at each other for a moment, our two burning lips slowly approaching, our hearts pounding.

But just a centimeter or two short, Ru suddenly snapped out of her daze, quickly turned her face away, lowered her head shyly, and ran back to her dorm with a flushed face.

Looking at her short hair, glistening with water droplets, I suddenly found her incredibly cute, giving me an urge to devour her.

I stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes, then jumped up excitedly.

"Ah... what a pity!" I grabbed a stone and threw it forcefully into the air, shouting at the sky.

Although I was a little disappointed that I almost got her first kiss, knowing how she felt about me made me even more smug, and I even forgot to ask for my coat back.

Returning to my place with a sense of regret, I found Wei, who usually wasn't there at this time, in my room, sitting at her desk reading.

When she saw me return soaking wet, she came over with concern, ran a hot bath for me, and brought me a towel to take a shower so I wouldn't catch a cold.

I casually agreed and went into the bathroom.

Lying in the warm water, thinking about what had just happened with Ru, my breathing became a little rapid.

"Hey! Vivi!" I called out to her.

"Hmm? What is it?" She came over and knocked on the bathroom door.

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I quickly opened the door and pulled her in.

"Ugh, what are you doing!" she said coquettishly.

I pressed her against the wall, kissed her roughly, and then told her, "I want you, I want you now."

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Then my hand reached inside her shirt, fiercely squeezing her breasts that were beginning to swell.

"Mmm..." Her lips were sealed by my tongue, unable to resist my forceful advances, only able to push against my shoulders.

I slipped my other hand under her skirt, pulling up her panties that clung to her private parts, and then caressed her with all five fingers.

"Ah... no... I don't want to..." Wei mumbled "no," but her body couldn't hide her desire; her slippery love juices began to rapidly wet my palm.

When my palm touched the warm, sticky fluid, it felt as if my palm itself was experiencing pleasure; my lower body swelled violently, and the friction between my glans and

her panties made me extremely uncomfortable. I quickly stripped off both of our clothes.

I knelt down, pressing my cheek against Wei's deep triangle, slowly moving my head back and forth, letting her dark, soft pubic hair rub against my skin.

Her body convulsed.

Then I left her vulva, facing her, directly onto her warm, moist labia. I reached out and parted her labia, then licked her slit with my tongue, sucking on her clitoris.

Wei trembled incessantly, and unknowingly, aroused by my actions, she began to go wild. Because we were so intimate, our movements gradually became lewd.

Her hands held my head, pressing it down hard, her mouth slightly open, greedily enjoying the pleasure I was giving her: "Don't stop... don't stop... don't stop..."

I looked up triumphantly as I continued my movements. Wei's hands were pressed against her chest, moving in sync with the ups and downs of her body, violently squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples.

After living together for two or three years, from initially just lying in bed and letting me do as I pleased, to now actively seeking pleasure, I marveled at how much a woman could change.

After a few minutes, I took Wei's hand and slowly lowered myself, lying flat on the floor.

I touched Wei's cheek and said, "It's your turn."

Wei nodded, and then a warm feeling of being held washed over me. I was surprised by Wei's skill; I couldn't help but marvel.

Her warm, moist lips took my glans into her mouth, her tongue skillfully circling the glans, and then, after a while, she used her lips to mimic labia, sliding up and down my penis.

"Mmm..." I felt a pressure on my chest, holding my breath.

This was the way we'd made love for the past few months, yet it felt strange.

Wei sucked and nibbled for several minutes, then sat up on my erect penis, her hands on my abdomen, and began to move.

Wei's movements weren't large, but each thrust was very tight. She pressed tightly against my genitals, the intense friction causing her clitoris to generate a lot of sensual currents, and the copious secretions wet our pubic hair, minimizing the friction.

After a while, Wei leaned back, supporting her upper body with her hands and her lower body with her legs, and began to move her beautiful buttocks more vigorously, making her flesh walls rub against my penis more intensely. The

sound of Wei's breasts swaying up and down, and the sound of her tender buttocks slapping against my thighs, was so beautiful that I was deeply intoxicated by wave after wave of impact.

"Ugh... Darling... Do you like this...?" Wei gasped for breath, speaking very vaguely, mixed with intense moans.

I don't know why, but the initiative that I had started had suddenly shifted to Wei.

"Mmm... Ah..." Wei began to cry out exaggeratedly.

I rolled over and pinned her to the ground, pushing her legs apart, taking complete control, and began to thrust.

Wei clung tightly to me, her beautiful face contorted with excitement, emitting satisfied moans.

I thrust rapidly, then yelled at her, "Aren't you coming yet! Aren't you coming yet!"

The hot flesh almost burned my penis, and the slippery fluid nearly made me slip out.

"No...no..." Wei had already reached orgasm before me.

Just as she had told me after one of our previous sexual encounters, "Why do I almost always orgasm during sex?"

"Ah..." I suddenly shouted, and then a large amount of semen began to spray out, my body convulsing uncontrollably.

This time it was very close; there were only a dozen or so thrusts before she "came to climax."

About a year ago, we had seen a very special videotape by chance. In it, the man used caressing techniques to bring the female protagonist to ecstasy, but his own performance lasted less than thirty seconds. So I imitated his description, mainly using caressing, and unexpectedly, it greatly shortened the time it took to drive her wild.

But stubborn as she was, she wouldn't admit it was the effect of caresses. Under my smug grin, she said, "If it really only takes hands, then I can do it myself. Why do I need to do it with you?"

So, already in our absurd state, we made love by competing to see who could bring the other to climax first.

But eight or nine times out of ten, I lost.

Exhausted, I quickly rinsed our bodies, dried ourselves, picked Wei up, and carried her out of the bathroom. Then we both collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed when someone called me.

I picked up the phone, answered casually, and heard a very gentle voice smiling at me. I was startled and exclaimed, "It's you!"

"Hehe… It's me, hello senior!"

"Why are you calling me? What's up?" My spirits suddenly lifted.

"It's nothing serious! It's just..."

"Just? What's just?"

"...Oh, right! Have you finished showering? Thanks so much this afternoon."

"Yes... It's okay, didn't I tell you? I'll be fine."

"Um... I have something I want to ask you, I don't know if it's okay..."

"Go ahead, if I can do it."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"In that case, could you 'borrow' me for a bit tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"Just have lunch with me! Okay, it's a deal! I'll be waiting for you in front of Songzhu Restaurant at noon tomorrow!" "

Hello..."

Before I could even say anything, the girl hung up.

Hearing that, I felt a surge of first love again. She definitely didn't know I already had a girlfriend. Her

voice was trembling a bit when she spoke, maybe her classmate forced her to call me. She's such an naive girl, like a middle schooler in love.

I hung up the phone, and my jumbled thoughts slowly cleared.

"Maybe she really has fallen for me." I felt a little elated.

"She's from the south, and I'm from the south too..." I started thinking about all sorts of things related to her.

Just then, a soft, delicate hand climbed up my neck, and a breast pressed against my back, creating a wonderful sensation.

"Who is it?" Wei held my head, her red lips gently kissing my cheek.

"Nothing, a senior from the Electrical Engineering department wants to have lunch with me tomorrow..." I decided to lie so I could go out with Ru tomorrow.

"Really? Don't lie to me." Wei said slightly angrily, "Wang Xinru..."

I turned to look at her in surprise. It seemed she was my nemesis; nothing I did escaped her notice. Ever since we got together, it seemed like all the classmates were on her side. If I had anything that could be considered a 'secret,' someone would definitely tell Wei.

I'm so stupid.

"I didn't have class today, and seeing the bad weather in the afternoon, I took an umbrella to pick you up..."

I thought for a moment, "That's right! I remember when I was carrying Ru and running out of the school gate, I seemed to see someone with a pink umbrella. No wonder when I got back to my place, I found a very familiar umbrella with raindrops on it. "

I was about to explain, but Wei, contrary to her usual self, stopped me from continuing.

"No need to say anything, I saw everything that happened today," Wei's tone was very cold.

"This..." I stammered.

"Say you don't want to go on the date tomorrow. Tell me, you don't want to, right?"

"This..."

"You want to go, right? Okay..." I don't know if I misjudged or if Wei's expression was just like that, but I saw disappointment on her face, and her fair face turned pale instantly.

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＊When the boy has to choose the girl

"Tomorrow, I'll go to that place to wait for you, if you still want me."

Wei's words clearly carried a threatening tone.

She broke free from my embrace, walked directly to the wardrobe, opened the door, and took out her clothes.

Watching her snow-white body being covered by the clothes, my mind went completely blank.

"Bang!"

Wei slammed the door shut, expressing her disappointment and anger.

My heart pounded, my legs felt like they were nailed to the floor, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess.

After a long while, I slowly stood up, bent down to pick up my clothes, and also gathered the note she had written.

I unfolded the letter and carefully read what was written.

Wei had invited me to dinner at Songzhu Restaurant; the original date was today, but there was an "x" drawn on it, and the date for tomorrow was written next to it.

She must know about my secret affair with Ru behind Wei's back, otherwise she wouldn't have given me this ultimatum, forcing me to choose between the two.

She was never like this before. Lately, when talking to female classmates or younger students, or doing things for them, although not very obviously, she always seems a little unhappy, even her words carry a hint of sarcasm.

But in the time we've spent together, I've deliberately used other girls to test her several times, and she doesn't seem to care at all. She even told me that if they were better than her, she would definitely welcome my choice.

In fact, she's completely confident in her looks, her inner qualities, and the feelings we've developed over the past few days.

Is it because of the cold war we had recently, or has she started to 'fall in love' with me...?

I've already experienced the anxiety and uncertainty of being caught in the whirlpool of love, is it her turn now?

I put my hands behind my head and slowly lean back on the bed, thinking...

She's been with me for less than two months, possessing a shyness and reserve unique to southern girls, with a pair of watery eyes that would captivate anyone who saw them. A

beautiful face, a simple figure, like an untouched flower.

I would tremble with unease whenever I talked to men.

Especially during our second meeting, when the weather turned bad and we walked home in the rain, I could even see that her bra wasn't the currently fashionable bikini style, visible beneath our soaked clothes.

In this chaotic society, amidst the complexities of male-female relationships, girls like her are rare.

Although she was already in love with me, she never dared to express it, only pouting when I talked to other girls, showing her displeasure.

Because of this, meeting her helped me rediscover my ideal of a romantic partner.

Wei was beautiful and gentle, her cheerful personality and generous demeanor showcasing her confidence.

She was passionate and determined, willing to give me everything.

For the past two years, she had taken meticulous care of me. When I finished class, someone would always wash my clothes, tidy my messy room, occasionally prepare a delicious dinner for me, and even cater to my physical needs.

Her actions were exactly like those of a wife.

What more could I ask for from a girl like her?

She's said it sincerely, she really likes me, otherwise she wouldn't have sacrificed so much for me.

My classmates who also have girlfriends have told me they really envy me; my girlfriend is sensible, considerate, and mature, unlike their girlfriends who are willful and spoiled.

Both of them have qualities that I can't bear to part with, so why must I endure the torment of giving one up? This is so unfair!

I paced around my room like a headless fly, sometimes doing push-ups desperately, sometimes clutching my head, sometimes howling with my head thrown back, sometimes staring blankly into space…

Finally, I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, head down, lost in thought.

It's time, it's time for me to make a decision…

Yes!

What am I waiting for?

The next day, I walked down the street, yawning frequently, my eyes darkening, my gait unsteady, as if I'd forgotten to bring my soul with me when I woke up.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, because today I have to choose between these two girls, and this concerns my potential future happiness. Even though I painstakingly listed out their personalities, strengths, and weaknesses, and even resorted to some pedantic matching games that little girls love, I still couldn't make a decision. I'm naturally indecisive, and usually my decisions are for small things, and even if I go wrong, it won't be too serious. But this major life event has presented me with a dilemma, a truly difficult choice.

"Just one more street around. What should I do?"

I suddenly slowed my pace, taking one step at a time.

I could easily turn around and call them, saying I had a cold, or that I was tied up with a friend visiting from the north… or other nonsense.

Just one more turn and I'll see the restaurant…

Why am I still going to keep the appointment now…

Wei's figure is already in front of me.

Why…

Ru's figure comes into view.

I was worried about who my broken promise would affect…

They both looked in my direction at the same time. Wei was wearing the same clothes she wore two years ago when we first met—a light blue tank top, symbolizing her melancholy and unease. Ru was wearing a light yellow dress, her innocent smile shining brightly at me.

Ah! I understand, I really understand!

I stood at the vertex of the isosceles right triangle, and a sudden inspiration brought me to my feet.

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＊When the boy leaves the girl

If my subconscious chose Wei, I would definitely break the promise without hesitation. This would give Ru the impression that "he only sees me as an ordinary friend," because I didn't take our promise very seriously. This would make her give up on me, and that's what I've been worrying about without realizing it.

It turns out I had already chosen Ru!

Turning a corner…

Wei suddenly burst into tears. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her body trembling violently. A feeling of betrayal washed over her, making her unsteady on her feet.

She originally thought that the foundation of their two-year relationship would surely lead me to her without hesitation. She had given and sacrificed for me, and she believed that our ordinary feelings would eventually bring us together. This had always been her dream: to be the wife of the man she truly loved from the bottom of her heart.

But she was wrong, utterly wrong.

Despite how much she loved me, my steps remained firm, heading in that direction.

Why would I rather give up a two-year relationship and throw myself into an unknown relationship I had only known for two months? That's how

it is. This is something I've always kept buried deep in my subconscious, and now it has surfaced in my choice.

From junior high school onwards, whether it was my crush, my first love, or even my relationship with Wei, it seemed as if fate was deliberately making my partners "not virgins." My English teacher in junior high school was already married, Wanrong had promiscuous relationships in high school, Xiaomei was raped and committed suicide after successfully getting into the welfare center, and Lifang, whom I had a crush on in my freshman year of college, also had promiscuous relationships.

Growing up like this, it's pathetic that I've never had a "pure" partner, not even a crush, not even someone I actually spent time with and developed feelings for…

I can only say I'm sorry, Wei.

Only you, Wei, made me understand what love, life, kissing, and sex truly meant.

Everything about you was so beautiful. I was once captivated by your graceful figure, intoxicated by your radiant smile, and driven mad by your lithe body…

But somehow, I, so useless, was defeated by myself. It's not that I don't like you; in fact, I love you more than any other boy in the world. Even if I were to choose someone else, I could never love her the way you do.

Wei! Why are you no longer a virgin…

What prompted me to make this decision was the shadow in my heart, the influence of my upbringing, and that damned chauvinism.

Because I will never admit that with my circumstances, I can only choose from other women, using someone else's secondhand goods.

Including you, whom I loved so deeply.

For the past two years, every time we made love, the fact that you weren't a virgin, fueled a burning jealousy and humiliation that someone had possessed you before me. It was unbearable, as if I were that damned man who had taken you, holding your firm, full breasts, entering and exiting your warm body, leaving red marks on your shapely buttocks, and taking pleasure in your slender, white skin. This fire was even more intense during my ejaculation. I

've had enough of this torment!

I must make sure my future wife is a virgin! A virgin…

Ah! A virgin…

She felt as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, the icy water soaking her entire body.

She was weak, her vision blurred, tears streamed down her face, her limbs were cold, her heart was shattered, as if the whole world was mocking her, laughter coming from all directions. She clutched her head, looked up at the sky, and shook her head violently in disbelief.

I was only ten steps away…

She calmed down amidst her frenzy.

Eight steps…

She stared wide-eyed at me, the one who had betrayed her.

Five steps…

Wei was heartbroken. With everything already settled, disregarding the crowds on the street, she finally cried out in a hoarse voice, backing away. She

wanted the whole universe to hear.

“I love you!” She crossed her arms, her eyes brimming with tears, shaking her head repeatedly, trying to deny this cruel reality.

“You bastard, I love you! Why don’t you want me! You idiot, I’ll never talk to you again…”

She shook her head, sobbing as she looked at me, backing away relentlessly.

I could even hear the hoarseness in her throat as she uttered the last word.

Ah! She finally said “love.”

But… but… I couldn’t be moved. I was numb.

I only felt relief, utter relief.

Whew… I can finally breathe a sigh of relief… I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so long.

"Don't bother me," you said! It really was you! I just hadn't known how to bring it up, so I asked you to stop bothering me, to stop interfering with what's going on between me and Ru.

I don't know why I was so heartless that day, so decisive and resolute, completely different from my usual self, so easily swayed and indecisive.

I knew it! Making a lifelong decision about your happiness is important.

Wei covered her face with her hands, turned around, and ran away.

Wei ran away…

she ran away…

runned away…

"Who is she?" Ru came over and put her arm around my shoulder, asking me.

I kissed Ru's cheek. "Hmm…who cares, at least she didn't call me that…"

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You'll be very surprised.

I truly believe that when I have to tell you that all the "me"s I've written about "me" aren't the "me" speaking here, but another "me" who asked me to investigate a series of embarrassing acts of infidelity committed by my wife, I

'm just a private investigator, hired by "me" to track down the wife who made "me" cuckold "me."

Uh… actually, perhaps the future of one's partner is far more important than the past. I still don't understand why "I" would make such a judgment? Isn't loving what one loves better?

I believe that "I" would be happier choosing Wei.

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