Bed partner

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The bitterness of tobacco is as bitter as the bitterness of love.

"Hey, why are you smoking?"

"Then why do you have sex?"

I took a cigarette from the pack, lit it skillfully, inhaled, and exhaled, asking in return.

"Having sex, because there's feeling."

"Smoking, because there are emotions."

I stood on the balcony, watching the red glow of the cigarette butt, the smoke slowly disappearing into the dark night.

The taste of the cigarette in my mouth was bitter; I always only smoked until there was a little bit left before the filter.

I stubbed out the cigarette and turned to face the person lying on the bed.

Her slightly disheveled hair fell just to her shoulders, the blanket symbolically covering her chest with her hand.

The flush from the intense sex still lingered on her face.

Although she looked a little tired, the slight blush made her delicate features even more alluring.

"Idiot, seriously." She

shifted slightly, assuming a comfortable position.

I pulled up my basketball shorts that had fallen to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Why would I lie to you? It's just my emotions."

She was a junior two years my junior, and also my bed partner,

or to put it more bluntly, my casual sex partner.

Actually, I don't remember exactly when we started this kind of relationship. I

vaguely remember that after a dinner party, all three of us juniors were completely drunk.

It was three or four in the morning, and we couldn't find any way to get her back to her dorm. We had

no choice but to let my junior go back to his dorm by himself, while I took her back to my off-campus place.

At that moment, I didn't have any other thoughts, since I was also completely drunk.

After returning to my suite, I simply took a clean towel, dampened it, and wiped her face, hands, and feet.

There was no of that ridiculous scenario where she vomited all over me and herself, forcing me to strip her naked and take her into the bathroom to wash her.

After putting her on the bed, I went to take a shower, then took out a spare blanket and laid it on the intercom to prepare to sleep on the floor.

Before turning off the light, I took a close look at her face.

Hmm, she looks somewhat like you, but I don't think she's a cheating slut like you.

I turned on the air conditioning, and soon I became drowsy from the alcohol and the cool temperature.

In my half-awake state, I found someone kissing me.

Was I hallucinating from drinking too much? But the soft touch on my lips reminded me that I wasn't dreaming.

Of course, there couldn't be anyone else here. I struggled to get up and tried to push her away.

"What are you doing?"

"Nonsense... kissing you..."

"You've drunk too much, go back to sleep."

"I want... give me..."

"You're too drunk..."

I didn't even have time to finish my sentence before I was forced to kiss her.

I'm not a despicable person who takes advantage of others, but that's based on the premise that we're both still rational.

In a state of drinking and being forcibly kissed by a girl, I don't think I have much reason to be reserved.

I pulled my junior onto the bed, our tongues entwined,

and with my alcohol-numbed rationality, I groped in the darkness to take off her shirt.

The moment her bra was undone, I was genuinely surprised; it was much larger than I'd imagined.

"How big are you?"

"34D, how about that, impressive, right?"

I didn't answer, but instead pressed my lips to hers.

From her comfortable moans, I knew she was enjoying it,

even guiding me to put my hand inside her underwear, which soon became soaking wet.

But what surprised me most was her initiative; she suddenly pushed me down onto the bed,

pulled down my pants, and started taking my penis.

I don't really remember what happened after that; my memory is too hazy to recall anything.

The remaining fragmented impressions are that I took out the condoms we'd left together from the bedside table, put them on,

tried a few positions, and finally, we both reached orgasm.

When I woke up, my head was throbbing, and no one was beside me.

I thought my junior had left, but when I got up, I found her sleeping on the mat I'd made the day before.

Despite a severe hangover, I barely managed to go downstairs and buy two breakfasts.

"Good morning..." my junior rubbed her eyes, her voice muffled.

"Morning, you're up?"

"Yeah, my head hurts a bit."

"Let's eat breakfast. Why aren't you in bed?"

"I don't sleep in the same bed as guys."

"Oh." What the hell? That was my first thought.

Later, we became very close, after that intense "meeting."

Besides when we needed each other, we would occasionally study and eat together.

She knew you, that cheating bitch, and I knew she had dated two lousy men.

We were kindred spirits, both of us not wanting to date anymore, and we took good care of each other.

However, we were both hurt too deeply by relationships, and a bed partner became the best option.

Maybe it was because of her; I no longer had to worry about getting hurt

and could choose to protect myself with a relationship without burdens. I

haven't thought about you in a long time, and I hope I never have to think about you again.

"Are you staying out all night again?"

"No, thank you. I haven't finished a report yet." "

Great, then I don't have to sleep on the sofa tonight."

"Idiot."

"Okay, take a shower, I'll drive you back later."

Although we're bed partners, our relationship is strange. She'll stay overnight at my place, but she never sleeps in the same bed as me,

just like she said the day we got drunk.

Therefore, whenever she wants to stay overnight, I have to gentlemanly give up my bed and sleep on the sofa myself.

"Hey, want to shower together?"

"I only shower with my boyfriend." She said this with a touch of personality and closed the bathroom door.

"I was just joking." I smiled wryly.

After driving her back to her dorm, I lit a cigarette downstairs.

Why do I smoke? I can't really say.

"Why do you smoke? You're not addicted, you always buy cigarettes but never finish them, you either give them away or throw them away."

"A waste of money." That's her explanation.

Maybe so. Just like she said, I never finish a pack of cigarettes without smoking more than a few.

Perhaps what I crave is the smoke that quickly dissipates into the air, rather than the nicotine I inhale.

Just like our love.

Actually, I stopped loving you a long time ago, and I no longer care about the hurt you caused me,

but why should I do something so expensive and harmful for you?

"You bitch!" I cursed, stomping out the half-smoked cigarette in my hand.

At noon, my junior texted me, asking me to go shopping for shoes with her at National Taiwan Normal University

that evening. I really hate shopping with girls because usually guys have to carry huge bags,

following behind girls through a bunch of stores that look exactly the same to me.

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"Hey, weren't you here to buy shoes? You've bought way too much stuff."

"Don't you understand? An outfit is a whole."

"At least let me eat first, it's already eight o'clock." I looked at the pile of bags in my hands, feeling helpless.

"Okay, you're really lame."

"I'm not coming with you next time."

"Hey!" "

You used to be like this too, always dragging me around with bags of stuff, never

stopping until my hands were completely full before you'd go eat.

But your face is so blurry in my memory, I can barely remember it.

Now, when I think about shopping, my junior's face comes to mind more intuitively.

I'm forgetting you, I think.

'What are you doing? I called you but you didn't answer!'

'Huh? I was thinking about something.' I snapped back to reality and realized my junior was talking to me.

'Are you that tired? You're even spacing out while walking.'

She complained as she crossed the street, her eyes completely off the cars.

'Watch out!' I reached out and pulled her back from in front of a car whizzing by.

'Watch where you're going.'

My junior looked at my hand, which I was holding, but unusually, she didn't say anything.

'What's wrong? Were you scared by the car?' I looked down and saw that her face was bright red.

'You idiot, you can let go now.'" "

Oh." I let go of her hand and followed her across the zebra crossing.

"It seems like a guy's been pursuing me lately."

"Really? Didn't you say you didn't want to date?" "

I don't know, we'll see."

"Hmm."

Our clothes were scattered on the floor, and the bed was a mess.

My junior put on a towel and went into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the pack of cigarettes that had been sitting there for two months.

"Never mind," I thought, throwing the cigarettes into the trash can.

"That guy's really nice to me, but... sigh, I don't know!" My junior's muffled voice came from the bathroom.

"Anyway, you think being happy is more important, right? You don't have to worry about me anyway." "

Is that so...?" The sound of water made her voice very weak; I couldn't discern the emotion in her voice.

A few days later, I ran into my junior at a noodle stall near the school, with a guy beside her. He

was a little taller than me, about as thin as me, wearing a well-fitting shirt and jeans, and not bad-looking.

Was this the guy she said was pursuing her?

"I'm going back now, I've only finished half of my report." I took the noodles from the boss.

"Oh, okay, well... let's talk next time." The junior's expression was complicated, probably because that guy was there.

"Boss, don't put bean sprouts and scallions in her dry noodles."

I don't know what she was thinking, she even forgot to mention what she doesn't eat. Does that guy know she doesn't eat many things?

"Thank you..." I still couldn't decipher the meaning behind her expression. I waved and rode away on my bike.

For some reason, I felt agitated again.

No reason, not because of the report, not because of the exam, and not because of you.

So what was bothering me? I

couldn't even understand my own emotions. Finally, I went into a 7-Eleven and bought a pack of cigarettes. It was

a cigarette I hadn't smoked in a long time, and it tasted just as bitter.

But what was causing this bitterness?

Since last time, my junior hadn't come to see me for about a month.

Most of the time, we only bumped into each other on campus, often with that guy around.

Maybe she agreed to be with him, who knows? That's fine.

Ending our relationship gives her a chance to find happiness.

Anyway, I can't even remember your face anymore, so why use a physical relationship with a junior to hypnotize myself?

It's better for everyone.

It's just that I, who don't smoke, have gone through two or three packs of cigarettes.

I remember the day my junior asked me why I smoked. Why?

I still don't understand; I just feel that cigarettes have become more bitter.

The final exams ended in a daze, and lately I've been absent-minded about everything.

I hate the dizziness and lingering smell of nicotine circulating in my body,

but I can't stop using cigarettes to numb my inexplicable emotions.

"Stop lying to yourself, you've fallen for your junior, haven't you?" My best friend lectured me while smoking.

"Damn! She was willing to sleep with you and you were pretending to be dead all the time, now that she's been won over, you're feeling sentimental."

"Damn, that's for the best."

"Think about it yourself." My best friend gave me a dismissive look and threw his cigarette into the sea.

Have I fallen for her? But I never invested any feelings in this relationship, did I?

I was just using this kind of physical relationship to fill the emptiness in my heart, wasn't I?

On my way home by bike, these questions kept replaying in my mind.

Suddenly, a downpour started, and I didn't have time to put on a raincoat, so I sped up to get home as soon as possible.

Having never been in a bike accident before, I slipped and crashed into a mountainside amidst the torrential rain and my chaotic thoughts.

"How did you ride your bike? You broke your leg!"

My mother scolded me while crying beside my hospital bed, while my father remained silent.

"We'll take the car to get it fixed again. I guess your summer vacation is going to be a disaster."

My dad didn't scold me; he just said that at the end. I sent them home and told them to come back in a few days.

"Are you an idiot?! Why didn't you tell me you were in a car accident?!"

One night, three days after I was hospitalized, the door suddenly opened, and my junior classmate walked in, her face covered in tears.

"What happened to you! I thought you were dead. I only found out you were here because the people I was in contact with told me."

"What am I supposed to say about being in a car accident...?"

"Waaah...you're really too much...I thought you were dead, you know?"

My junior classmate's tears didn't stop. I didn't know how to comfort her, so I just gently hugged her.

"Aren't you going back?" I looked at my junior who had just hidden in the bathroom to avoid the nurse; ten minutes of my visitor time had already passed.

"No, I'll stay with you today."

"Where are you going to sleep? There's no sofa here."

"It's okay, I'll sleep with you." My junior climbed onto the bed and nestled in my arms.

"Didn't you say you don't sleep with boys?" "

Shut up."

More than half a month after being discharged from the hospital, my junior suddenly appeared at my door again.

As soon as I opened the door, I was kissed forcefully.

"My leg...isn't...healed yet..." My words were broken, and she didn't give me any breathing room.

"I know," I was pushed onto the bed again.

"So you don't have to move today." After saying that, my basketball shorts were already pulled down, and my glans felt a warm, wet envelopment.

"Ugh...this won't do..." Her tongue skillfully teased my most sensitive spot, and I almost exploded.

"Not so fast!" The junior took off her panties, but not her top or skirt, and helped me put on a condom before mounting me.

"Mmm..." The woman-on-top position always made her very sensitive, and I moved my hips while removing her remaining clothes.

"I can't take it anymore..." With my intense thrusts, she seemed to have reached the peak of orgasm.

"I can't take it anymore either..." With the contraction of her vagina, I also erupted.

After the passion subsided, I still remembered many things.

"Did you break up again? Why did you come to me?"

"What did you say?"

"Weren't you with that guy?"

"Idiot, no way, he's gay!"

"Huh? Didn't you say he was pursuing you?"

"That was a lie!" The junior's face was very red, but I didn't know if it was because we had just finished or what.

"I'm ignoring you, I'm going to take a shower!" The junior grabbed a towel and flicked me before going into the bathroom.

"Hey, how am I supposed to shower by myself with my legs like this?"

"Idiot. You're so annoying!"

"Come on in, I'll shower with you!" The junior's face turned even redder, but this time the bathroom door wasn't slammed shut.

I laughed, struggled to my feet, and limped into the bathroom.

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