My College Girlfriend's Dramatic Changes in 28 Days (12)

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On the twelfth day, Xiaoyuan and Scarface made love eight times, each time for a considerable amount of time. They first did it in the backyard of Scarface's restaurant, and later in Scarface's residence in the backyard. It wasn't spacious. Although there were several rooms, most had been converted into storage or used to temporarily house fish tanks. Scarface's own room only had a bed and a table. The two of them changed positions on these two pieces of furniture, their bodily fluids splattering everywhere, filling the narrow space with a pungent, fishy smell. The room happened to have a window in the back alley, and through a small, dusty kitchen, one could glimpse the fierce battle inside. I stood there. After they both lay down, I went back to the hotel I had stayed at, intending to remove the security camera. If possible, I wanted to install it in that window. When I went back to retrieve the camera, I discovered that the room where they gang-raped Xiaoyuan had been vacated. I didn't know what happened to Xiaoyuan's belongings, nor where Yu and Jingang had been taken. The room was spotless, showing no trace of the intense, heart-wrenching passion and violence that had once unfolded there. I calmly packed my things, even sitting on the bed for a while. I secretly lifted the sheet, and sure enough, on the not-so-clean mattress, I could still faintly feel the slightly smooth texture left by absorbed bodily fluids. After returning to my room and sleeping for a while, I went to Scarface's place under the morning stars, hoping to find a room in the nearest hotel. Hotels were everywhere here; there were two in this one alley alone—but there were no vacancies! It was hard not to imagine how many such passionate encounters occurred every day in the nooks and crannies of this city. There was nowhere to turn on the computer, so I could only peek through the back window for a while. I waited there for them to get up. After they got up, they lingered for a while. Just before they were about to make love, Xiaoyuan suddenly noticed blood on the bed. It turned out she had started her period. I had a vague feeling that her period was approaching. Because she had her period before coming to Beijing, stayed in Beijing for half a month, and then was sexually assaulted for another 10 days... exactly twenty-odd days. I breathed a slight sigh of relief. Although Xiaoyuan's period doesn't last long, usually only 3-4 days, at least I can have some time to spend with her properly, right? So, even though Scarface was still erect, Xiaoyuan had to go to the toilet to take care of herself first. After returning, she stroked Scarface's penis: "Now... now the blood isn't too much, you can, you can... from behind...
" Scarface shook his head: "No, you've had a hard day. Rest." "Then I'll lick it for you, brother..." Scarface pulled her close and covered her with the blanket: "You won't feel comfortable that way, I'm not playing anymore." "But you're still hard..." "It's okay, it'll go soft in a bit." Xiaoyuan looked shy, nestled in the blanket: "Then wait a bit. My period doesn't last long, usually only..."
"I'm leaving," Scarface said. "What? You're leaving?" "I can't stay here anymore, I have to go. But don't worry, I've taken care of everything for you. As long as I'm alive, those guys definitely won't dare to touch you again." "But... but why are you leaving?" "I was planning to leave anyway. I was thinking of having one last round before I left, but then I ran into you. I'm a little reluctant to leave." Xiaoyuan sounded a little aggrieved: "When are you coming back?" "I might leave, for a while... maybe quite a long time. You should focus on your studies." "I can go with you for a while, anyway, I've taken leave from school recently..." "No." Xiaoyuan was stunned by this cold "no." She sat there, clutching her chest, suddenly feeling like she was in the wrong place. Scarface lit a cigarette, and the two of them sat there without saying a word. Xiaoyuan stood up: "I'm going to take a shower, otherwise it'll be inconvenient to shower these days." Scarface took a deep drag of his cigarette and nodded. I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette as well. I felt that Xiaoyuan seemed to have developed some kind of attachment to Scarface. Did she love him for saving her, or did she love his powerful sexual prowess? I think it's a combination of both. So what can I offer Xiaoyuan? I can't act like Scarface, nor can I satisfy her every whim. What can I offer?! My mind couldn't hold all this; it even started to throb and ache. Just as I bent down to throw away my cigarette butt and stomp it out, a shadow suddenly appeared before my eyes. I looked up, only to be instantly grabbed by a thug and pinned to the wall. I was about to scream when I saw Scarface, making a "shh" gesture with his finger. "Don't talk, I won't touch you." He released me, and I coughed twice before being pulled to the other side. He squinted at me, asking, "You've been spying for more than just a day or two, haven't you? You know about Xiaoyuan's affairs, don't you?" I was speechless for a moment, my mouth agape, trying to say something, but his actions had completely disrupted my train of thought. Should I tell the truth? The truth was too terrifying; lying—I'd already been exposed. In the end, I nodded, admitting my mistake. Scarface put his arm around me and pulled me a little further away. "You know how I found you?"
I shook my head. "The smoke from your cigarette was practically reaching the window; even an idiot could tell someone was behind you." I glanced instinctively at the cigarette butt at my feet, then looked a little dazed. Seriously, I was so easily spotted. Scarface led me to the other end of the alley and handed me a cigarette. "Smoke as you like now."
I took the cigarette and mechanically started smoking. Scarface continued, "You heard everything just now?"
"Okay." "I'm leaving. You need to keep a close eye on Xiaoyuan. Don't just be a bystander. The young man is clearly good-looking and has a good physique, so why does he keep doing such lewd things as peeping? Don't you feel uncomfortable if you can't do it yourself?" I was so ashamed by what he said that I wanted to disappear into the ground. "Actually, you are more capable of taking care of her than I am. I'm just a small-time hoodlum who hasn't figured things out after most of my life. I can't think of any other way besides taking action. You should have more options, you're a college student. Besides, I'm definitely not the one who can protect her for a long time in the future." Scarface seemed a little dejected as he said this. Scarface patted me on the shoulder: "I can tell you've really fallen for her to have gotten this far. I know where your problem lies. Come with me. I've been having some things to say these past few days, but I haven't had anyone to talk to. Xiaoyuan, I'll send her back to her dorm in a bit. She's on her period these past few days, so she can probably rest a bit and clear her head. Sometimes, those involved are blinded, while bystanders see things clearly. You and she are the same, caught up in this... process, your brains are all muddled." He emphasized the word "muddled" and made a gesture to stress it out. He probably genuinely thought we were incredibly stupid. Scarface took me to breakfast first, then he drove his beat-up Santana to a club that seemed to be open all day. Everyone there seemed to know Scarface well, bowing and scraping as they called him "Third Master." Scarface whispered to me, "You think this is giving me face, but it's actually giving face to my older brother. I'm just a coward." He found a private room, then called Xiaoyuan and told her to go back to her dorm and rest, saying he'd see her again in the afternoon. Xiaoyuan readily agreed. I felt a pang of unease listening to him. Xiaoyuan was meeting with her lover, while I was out shopping at a club with him… Scarface had us both completely captivated. He ordered two expensive bottles of liquor and laid them out: “I don’t usually get to enjoy these kinds of drinks. Do you know why I can drink them today? Because I have to take responsibility. Do you know what responsibility? My older brother, when it came to choosing a person, he picked me. Not because I’m the most capable, but because I’m the most useless.” He poured the liquor and handed it to me. It was a foreign liquor, probably some kind of whiskey, which I’d never tried before. One sip, and it had a strong woody taste and a smoky flavor; it wasn’t particularly pleasant. I swallowed the liquor and continued listening. “So, I’ll soon be a fugitive,” he glared at me, “but that has nothing to do with you. The police won’t come after you because we’re basically unrelated.” Was Scarface here to confide in me? A fugitive? That might actually be true. I certainly wouldn’t report him; that would be asking for trouble. "Did you understand? I'm the most useless, so I'm made to do this 'burden-carrying' job. I know you're thinking about whether a big dick is useful or not, but let me tell you, it's useless. You're just a bit insecure. I've been insecure before, even though I have a big dick." I looked at him. The scar on his face was very faint now, as if it represented his mood, like a barometer. But he was actually very calm now. He drank a whole glass of wine and continued, "Insecurity is inevitable. It's either because of this damn thing or that damn thing. There's always something that makes you insecure. If you chicken out, it'll kick you like a donkey. I'm talking about the things that make you insecure. Because I felt I was uncultured and incompetent, with only a big dick, I always did jobs involving women, auditing clients, managing clubs for the boss, doing all that dirty work. And what happened? When it came time to die, they chose me." I listened quietly, and I did feel that his words were enlightening. I was indeed insecure, worried that my sexual abilities wouldn't satisfy Xiaoyuan, so I let my lust drive me to spy on her being violated by others. And then? Then I did nothing, just obediently being a spectator. I nodded: "That's true." Scarface pushed the wine towards me: "Take responsibility as a man. Even if you were a eunuch, you could help Xiaoyuan more, much more than I could, let alone you aren't." I smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and drank it down. Scarface was probably amused by his own analogy: "Isn't that right, haha. You have a dick, go back and push her down, fuck her hard, show your manly strength." I said weakly: "I want to... but last time... last time I fucking..." "You're impotent?" I was a little ashamed to admit it, but finally nodded. "It's normal. Because you have ideas. Most men are impotent because they have ideas. Some are just not stimulated enough. You found a woman like Xiaoyuan, so you're worried about not being stimulated enough? It's definitely because you have ideas." "Then do you think Xiaoyuan will hate...hate me spying on her?" "Definitely hates." Definitely hates. That still won't work. I feel like my thinking is still in a dead end. "Hate is hate, but ultimately you still have to solve this problem together." Scarface filled my glass and continued, "Making her happy and keeping her safe, she can't control that balance herself. She's a woman, you have to control that balance for her. Don't easily let those idiots like Yu or Wu Laoliu touch Xiaoyuan. Those people have no bottom line, they'll play with Xiaoyuan like a dog. Do you want to see that? I guess you don't." I nodded. "Xiaoyuan didn't do anything wrong, you did." Scarface raised his glass, gesturing for me to raise my glass. These words hit me like a thunderbolt. I sorted through the events of the past ten days in my mind, my hand trembling as I raised my glass. "Take good care of her." Scarface said a lot more, and we chatted until noon, drinking a whole bottle of wine. I'm not a big drinker, and I was quite dizzy. I took a shower at the club, which only made me more tipsy, and I fell asleep right there. Around two or three in the afternoon, Scarface woke me up and walked me to the door. As I left, he handed me two plane tickets: "I can't help you much, but these are two tickets to Qingdao. Xiaoyuan mentioned wanting to go there. I think you two should go together. It'll be a good opportunity to relax and unwind." I didn't refuse, took the tickets, and didn't know what to say. I was initially jealous of this man, but after hearing him talk about his past, I couldn't bring myself to hate him. After all, he was more honest and direct than me. If it weren't for him, the outcome between Xiaoyuan and me would have been hard to predict. He patted me again: "Although you say you understand now, I reckon it'll take you a while to really do it well. Anyway, do what you can, don't just watch." I nodded and thanked him, "Thank you, Brother Dao." "What did you call me?" Scarface was stunned. "Oh...sorry...Third Master...Third Master..." "Bullshit, what Brother Dao? You just want to call me Scarface because of this scar. People used to call me that, so go ahead." I made a slip of the tongue and apologized, but Scarface was still happy and didn't mind. As I turned to leave, Scarface suddenly called out to me: "Hey, do you know how I got this scar?" Of course I didn't know. "I always say it's from a fight. Actually, it's from a woman. I forced myself on a woman, and she just stabbed me...damn..." His smile wasn't very natural either. After he finished speaking, he didn't give me a chance to respond: "Hurry up and go find Xiaoyuan." I went back to my previous place, lay on the bed, and cleared my mind for a while. Was Scarface a good person or a bad person? He was undoubtedly a bad person; everything he did was evil in the traditional sense. But he did care about his girlfriend and even helped me explain my actions. So, did that mean he was a good person? It seemed Xiaoyuan had chosen to believe him. But I, out of male instinct, still couldn't completely trust him. I picked up my phone and dialed Xiaoyuan's number. After the call connected, she seemed very excited: "Liu Feng!" I asked, "Do you have time? Can you come over?" "Sure, sure." Her bell-like voice seemed to instantly make one forget their troubles. Her voice was always beautiful, but hearing it at this moment was a little frightening. It was a voice that concealed everything, as if nothing had happened. We exchanged a few words and hung up. Then I waited in the house. About an hour later, there was a light knock on the door. The knock was light but direct and urgent—Xiaoyuan's unique knocking sound. I opened the door and hugged her tightly. She gasped slightly in surprise, then we entwined. Like a prisoner deprived of water, I caressed and kissed her right there at the doorway. The sensation of touching her body, traversing the chaos of the past few days, traveled from my fingertips to every corner of my body. I could even feel passion climbing up my spine, stirring every hair on my body. I pushed her onto the bed, lifted her shirt, and vigorously caressed her breasts, then reached down to her genitals, pretending not to know she was menstruating, trying to pull down her panties. She immediately pulled away: "No... I'm on my period today." Although it was expected, I still felt a sense of loss. It was as if this loss wasn't from my brain, but from my body. I held her, like an epileptic patient who had just recovered from a seizure, lying opposite her. Even though sex was forbidden, I still couldn't help but caress her genitals. She moaned softly, and her juices began to flow, quickly soaking her underwear. "Don't do this... I... I want it...""…" "Then let's do it." I whispered in her ear. "No, no. Didn't you say it would… ah… cause pelvic inflammatory disease…" It was indeed me who said it. Having sex during menstruation is indeed too harmful, of course I wouldn't do that. I just kept trying to test her with words, to test if she still loved me. I held her, trying to relax my fingers as much as possible to fully rub her clitoris, and even caressed her labia through the thick sanitary napkin, occasionally pressing a small indentation into the sanitary napkin with my fingers—right in front of her vagina. This was probably my most successful foreplay ever; she quickly reached orgasm. Unlike when she had sex with other men, it was a restrained, half-closed moan. But even without intensity, it still satisfied my heart. At least, this was a perfect sexual experience. She sat up from her orgasm and then served me. I enjoyed her oral sex, which was so much more skillful than before, as if my bones had been pulled away. Finally, I ejaculated profusely, and she swallowed my semen for the first time. I saw it all, and my heart was filled with happiness! Even though it was someone else who had modified her, this small step was still enough to bring me some comfort. I hugged her happily: "Baby, thank you." "Why are you thanking me..." "I've never swallowed it before..." She seemed a little surprised, but quickly regained her innocent expression: "How about I swallow it for you from now on?" I kissed her: "No, you can swallow it if you like, or it's okay if you don't. I don't care about that."
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders: "I like it. Your semen tastes sweet." Sweet? That was a slip of the tongue; the subtext seemed to be that other men's semen didn't taste good. But I didn't force myself to dwell on that. Instead, I continued to revel in our precious time together. We watched a rerun of "A Chinese Odyssey" on TV, kissing constantly. Everything seemed normal. As it was almost bedtime, I pulled out the two train tickets: "Xiaoyuan, let's go on a trip. I don't have any particularly important classes these two days, so I'll skip them and spend some quality time with you, okay?" Xiaoyuan was pleasantly surprised, taking the tickets and looking at them again and again. Then she looked up, her eyes sparkling like a dragonfly skimming the water: "Okay." [To be continued] Chrysanthemums are easy to care for, +8 gold coins, repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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