The first battle in 23 years: the dark guerrilla war in Hechi, Guangxi.

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Foreword:
In February, while I was preparing for my exams, this guy added me on social media. He immediately asked me out, outlining a whole bunch of requirements, including the activities and other details. I was busy with my exams and replied that we'd talk afterward. He
asked me out again in early March. I had just returned home from out of town after my exams, and the place seemed far, so I didn't want the hassle. Plus, his activities were strange; I'd never tried
them before and was worried about my performance. So I declined again. He asked me to express my concerns. I explained that I was living with my parents, and traveling far was inconvenient; I'd have to go all the way to Hechi to buy the equipment. Also, I'd never tried their activities before, and after six months without any, I was worried about getting nervous and performing poorly.
He said he'd reimburse my expenses, buy the equipment, and that performance didn't matter; he just wanted a thrilling atmosphere and for me to be healthy. He added that convincing his wife wasn't easy, and he was going on a business trip in mid-March, so I absolutely had to come before he left…
He even said that if I didn't go, he'd think there was something wrong with me.
Basically, he was incredibly sincere and eager, making me feel like I couldn't refuse.
Last week, he asked again if I was free, and I couldn't bear to decline. It had been half a year since my last event, so I thought I might as well take advantage of my free time and do it now, since I'd be busy with work later and didn't know when I'd have time again.
(In the past, when I wrote event logs, I would normally write about the conversations with my partner and friends beforehand, but this guy is too cautious; he always makes me delete the records after we chat, so now I can only write down the general situation from memory.)
On Friday, I discussed the time and the hotel with him. Initially, he chose a hotel with very bad ratings, which I didn't like, so he let me choose.
I chose two better ones next to his, but he said he had an acquaintance at one of them and couldn't choose that one. So
I placed an order at the other hotel, but after ten minutes, they still hadn't confirmed it. I called the front desk, but it was noisy and chaotic. The front desk said they were very busy and would check and call back later, but half an hour passed without a call, and the order was automatically canceled. (This was the first time I'd encountered this situation. Normally, hotel bookings are confirmed within a minute of payment.)
We ended up changing to a hotel further away, placing the order, paying, and getting instant confirmation.
It took several hours to finally coordinate everything.

After settling into the hotel, he reiterated his proposed method: he'd close the door for me in the middle of the night, tell me to wait for his message, and I'd go over when he messaged me. He'd give me a condom as soon as I entered, and we'd have sex and leave, trying to maintain secrecy and authenticity.
His wife also knew he'd arranged for someone to have sex with him; everyone was just pretending.
(Actually, a guy I knew well in Shanghai mentioned this to me last year; they did it this way too, but unfortunately, due to mask restrictions, the school and city were under lockdown, and I never had the chance to try it with them until graduation.)
Before leaving on Saturday, I was worried about things going wrong on his end, so I asked if he had prepared condoms and blindfolds. I'd told him beforehand that buying condoms at home wasn't convenient, and I only wear large sizes, so I was worried about not being able to find the right size there, since pharmacies mostly sell 52mm. So I asked him to buy them in advance.
He said he'd bought everything and told me to shower and rest at the hotel when I arrived, as his company was having an event and he wouldn't arrive until after 10 PM.
After dinner, I watched a few episodes of a TV series, took a shower, and played on my phone for a while.
Around 11 PM, I texted him, but he still said the event wasn't over. I usually go to bed around midnight, and by then, I was incredibly sleepy. I wanted to sleep but was afraid of missing his messages if I slept until dawn, so I kept moving around to stay awake.
Looking at the time, I estimated he wouldn't arrive until midnight. Considering he said he'd do it twice, I figured I'd be almost up all night, so I made myself a cup of black tea to stay awake.
Finally, around midnight, he texted me, asking if I was ready.
I said I was, but I needed to wash my face to wake up and warm my hands with hot water.
He reiterated his instructions: wear minimal clothing for easy removal, be quiet when entering, he'd hand me a condom, and I'd leave afterward. He said the same procedure would be followed when he came back later, and I wasn't allowed to bring my phone or any recording equipment.
After I finished getting ready, I replied that it was okay, and he sent me the room number. It was very close to my room, just a few steps away. I opened the door and went in.
It was completely dark, except for the faint signal light from the set-top box under the TV. There wasn't a single light, and the curtains were drawn. (To be honest, anyone else would probably be incredibly nervous in this environment, and I was a little nervous too, but I remained relatively calm. After three years of experience, I'm no longer the naive newbie I once was.)
He gave me a blanket when I entered, and then he carefully closed the door.
By the dim light from the set-top box, I could vaguely see my sister-in-law already lying on the edge of the bed, her butt sticking out...

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