Good and evil coexist – Sleeping with the bride on the eve of the wedding (Part 1)

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Xiaoxue
, gentle and dignified, stood before the groom in a white wedding dress symbolizing pure love, her face radiant with happiness. The officiant asked the bride the same question after the groom: "Bride, whether in poverty or wealth, in health or sickness, do you take your groom to be your faithful love, to stay together forever, until old age?" Xiaoxue's gaze momentarily met mine. She seemed flustered, but quickly became serene and captivated. Looking deeply at the groom, she said from the bottom of her heart, "I do!"
Three hours earlier, this bride named Xiaoxue had nestled in my arms like a kitten hiding in a corner, docile and peaceful. Three hours later, I believed her promise came from her true heart. For a moment, I felt as if I were in a dream. This world, this scene, seemed like a farce, full of absurdity, yet somehow perfectly natural. The reason I felt a touch of dark humor was perhaps because this is our life. Yes, this world is indeed like this, constantly surprising yet seemingly devoid of any real wonder. This is like two sides of a coin; whoever tries to understand it will inevitably become a madman—this is the fate of philosophers.
II
. Having nothing to do at noon, I'll just write a few words. Here's a topic I want to start—as the title suggests, people are a mixture of good and evil. In my previous "People Gone, Flowers Remain" series, I portrayed myself as an elegant and cultured gentleman. Of course, I may not lack such refinement; in fact, this is only one side of me. Like two sides of a coin, what I want to show you today might be another side.
So, what is the significance of this topic? Indeed, if we only use a single perspective, almost everyone on this forum will be labeled immoral or indecent. I only ask that everyone pay attention to the issue of fidelity in marital life. I won't express any of my own opinions here; it's just a narrative, and everyone can have their own different understanding. This story is true. No matter what happens to me, it won't seem strange to anyone—that's what women often say to me. I might finish writing it in two chapters.
III .
I met Xiaoxue several years ago. At that time, my driving skills were already quite good, but I hadn't gone through the process of applying for a driver's license. Before unlicensed driving was legalized, I was rarely afraid of being stopped by the traffic police. I thought it wasn't a big deal; at worst, I'd just give a friend's name, have them drive, pay a fine, and be done with it. Also, I almost never encountered being questioned by the police, so I didn't take learning to drive seriously at all. Later, when unlicensed driving was legalized, it forced me to go to driving school, which I found really troublesome.
As you might have guessed, Xiaoxue was my classmate. She was in her early twenties, just graduated from university. But she wasn't exactly stunning; she was the kind of girl who would get some attention on the street, but would be quite ordinary among a group of beautiful women.
I won't go into too much detail. A woman or girl, as long as she's reasonably attractive, will always have something that shines in a man's eyes. Or rather, throughout a man's life, while his hormones are still functioning normally, he's subconsciously searching for the shining points in a woman! While it wasn't exactly a spark, the way she squinted during a parking maneuver was undeniably adorable. Her eyes were large, round, and bright, unlike the hollow, vacant gaze of a politician's speech. Perhaps it was at that moment that I felt I wanted something to happen between this girl.
She had a college romance—excuse me, but I think it's a real shame if college students these days don't have some kind of campus romance—but unlike others, her first love eventually became her husband, which is certainly something to celebrate.
Campus romances have this characteristic: boys, after ten years of studying, are most imaginative and creative when dating girls. It seems that talent can only be truly displayed on this level. So we see scenes like this: standing downstairs shouting passionately, "An Hong, I love you!"; hanging a bicycle upside down from a tree and sitting beneath it with an advertisement covered in declarations of love; setting up heart-shaped candles and standing outside the girls' dormitory, and so on—truly romantic and passionate.
However, such passion also has a downside—it easily spoils girls. Just like too much dessert can become cloying, a mature and humorous man can easily win the heart of a naive girl. That sense of security and stability can instantly extinguish the candle burning in her heart, rendering it worthless.
Indeed, Xiaoxue also sensed the shallowness of her boyfriend's affections under my advances. Soon, she fell in love and turned the tables, while I waited patiently for her to come to me.
Four.
After successfully passing her driving test, two of her classmates came to visit her from afar. At that time, her boyfriend worked for a state-owned enterprise, doing sales, and was constantly overwhelmed with work. He regretted buying too many roses instead of saving the money to pay off his mortgage.
When Xiaoxue's friends arrived, she naturally asked me to accompany them. Before that, we had already reached the point of hugging but not kissing, and it was easy to imagine that everything was just a matter of time. The reason I hesitated was because I wanted a better time and opportunity. She owned her own house, which later became their new home. It wasn't big, and it had just been renovated; there was still a faint smell of paint and furniture. It was a hot afternoon, typical for this time of year. We had lunch and rested at her house. Her boyfriend was away on a business trip to Guangzhou and wouldn't be back for several days. The house was part of Xiaoxue's family's dowry, and her boyfriend hadn't moved in, so I wasn't worried about him showing up at any time.
During my afternoon nap, I didn't go back home; instead, I slept on the large bed in her bedroom, while she and her two girlfriends chatted in the next room. That's when it happened.
I had just taken off my clothes when Xiaoxue knocked on the door to bring me a watermelon. When she came in and saw me wearing only my underwear, her face immediately turned red. She was wearing a cotton floral nightgown, and from the deep cleavage, I could imagine her breasts were quite full. Her calves, which were past her knees and quite white, were visible below. She put the watermelon on the computer desk and turned to leave. I grabbed her from behind. We'd hugged many times before, but this time she resisted, twisting her body and turning her face to glare at me. I held her tightly, my penis already erect. I casually lifted the hem of her nightgown; she was wearing a small red panty that barely covered half her buttocks. Her buttocks were plump and tender, and the sensation of my penis pressing against them was incredibly pleasurable.
Clearly, this was unexpected. She struggled, but couldn't shout to stop me because her two classmates were next door. As she struggled, I unbuttoned all the buttons of her nightgown. She turned to face me, resisting. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were erect before me. They were undeniably beautiful breasts—white, delicate, firm, and elastic, with light pink nipples—a girl's most important symbol. I pushed her onto the bed and tried to kiss her. She struggled violently, biting my tongue—it hurt. She wasn't trying to kiss me; she was using the pain to show her unwillingness.
She whispered, "You're crazy." I said, "Yes, I'm crazy. All you can do with a madwoman is submit." I kicked off her panties with my legs, down to her knees, my penis hard as a rock, pressing against her mons pubis. Of course, don't get any lubrication; she didn't produce a single drop. My penis could feel the dryness of her genitals. She struggled incessantly, perhaps exhausted, she lay on her back on the bed, waving her hands aimlessly. I tried to kiss her, but she still refused. I wanted to insert my penis into her vagina, but she tightened her legs, making it impossible to penetrate.
Just as I was about to give up, she suddenly stopped moving, turning her face to the side. I used my legs to separate her tightened thighs; she didn't try to close them anymore, but instead used one hand to tightly protect her genitals, making my desire to penetrate her even more difficult. She looked at me, her eyes filled with grievance, indifference, and resentment. She said, "If you do this again, I'll call the police." I chuckled, picked up the phone from the table, and, leaning over her, dialed 110, then handed it to her. She looked at me defiantly, her hands trembling slightly. She removed her hands from her genitals, holding the phone with both hands, hesitating for a moment as if making a difficult decision.
I watched her press the dial button, and soon the voice of the 110 police center announced that she was being connected. Just then, because she wasn't actively defending herself, I thrust my erect penis into her vagina. She screamed, throwing the phone aside, her face contorted in pain. The call connected, and the voice on the other end said, "Hello, [City Name] 110 Command Center." While still penetrating her, I replied, "Sorry, my child dialed the wrong number," and hung up.
Her vagina was very tight, hot inside, as if a warm liquid was tightly enveloping my penis. After pushing me away a few times, she gave up and placed her hands on my buttocks, slowly getting into the mood. She began to moan softly, but it seemed to come not from pleasure but from pain.
Soon after, I ejaculated. At the moment of my final thrust, she suddenly pulled me close and sucked her tongue deeply into my mouth. I got off her, and she suddenly stood up. At that moment, I saw bloodstains on the sheets beneath her, and spots on her legs and my penis, like clues to a murder. I got up and hugged her, asking, "You're on your period?" She didn't answer, angrily pulling away from me, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. She quickly put on her pajamas and fled the room…
Later, when we recalled this detail, she smiled gently and said that her boyfriend had pursued her for three years, trying countless times to seduce her. She always said it was a sacred thing, and as a girl with a strong sense of virginity, she hoped her first time would be on her wedding night. Her boyfriend therefore felt she was a rare and precious girl with a sense of chastity, and cherished her all the more. I asked her, "Do you regret it?" She said she didn't know, then added after a pause that she didn't regret having had one.
What is virginity? If it's something that might breed violence, doubt, and disgust, I'd rather God take every girl away before she's even born. When I told her this, she laughed and said, "You really think you're my God?" There is no God in this world, and if there were, he shouldn't just be a man. The
rest of the story will be added later…

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