My personal experience with date rape drugs and aphrodisiacs {reprinted}

Based on my own experience, I want to share what I know, as a lesson learned. I hope every girl who reads this will take heed! Let's get to the point. Many women are sexually assaulted, and in many cases, it's due to being drugged and raped, although I know this isn't a legal term. The legal term "rape" includes the use of violence or other means. These "other means" most often involve drugs. In my opinion, using violence seems more difficult, at least in public places or crowded areas. Everyone knows women should avoid walking alone on dark, secluded roads. Therefore, I want to talk about drugged rape. This act involves two steps: "drugging" and then "raping." This "drugging" can happen in public places and densely populated areas because it's hidden. The simplest example: meeting someone online. Drinking a glass of water could lead to being "dragged." So this is terrifying. I'm writing this article to warn women to be wary of various date rape drugs. I want to talk about the types of date rape drugs I know of, and also share how I felt after being "dragged" myself. If you ever encounter a similar situation in the future, I hope you'll understand that you've probably been "caught" and react quickly. I'll also talk about how to respond at the end.
I'm not writing pornography, and I'll try to avoid explicit descriptions. However, for some things I absolutely have to include, I'll try to use as little as possible and replace it with abbreviations. Let's start with the first type of drug: a date rape drug. I think it's what's called "****". Its main effect is to put a person into a state of sleep. After a woman is drugged with this drug, she naturally loses her resistance, so its harm is self-evident. It's basically colorless and odorless when dissolved in water, making it difficult to detect! Let me tell you about my experience of being drugged. It was when I first started chatting online that I met a guy online. We chatted a lot and then met in person. Alas, I was inexperienced back then, and quite bold, so I went alone. We met in a park, and after meeting him, I realized he was tall and fat, and not good-looking at all, which was very disappointing. I only drank half a cup of Coke he bought from the KFC next door—afterwards, I guessed how he drugged me, and he admitted it. I won't go into details here to avoid spreading rumors. But I want to remind all the ladies to keep an eye on the person who buys you drinks!! —About three to five minutes after drinking it, I felt a blur before my eyes, my consciousness blurred, and I fell asleep before I even understood what was happening. When I woke up, I felt someone on top of me. Of course, I was naked, and the person on top of me was also naked. That guy was still "vigorously" on top of me. He was startled when he saw me wake up. Frankly, if his appearance satisfied me, I probably would have gone straight to a hotel with him after meeting him. So when I realized he was raping me, I wasn't too scared; it was just involuntary, so the content was pretty much the same. After I woke up and understood, I said to him, "Why are you doing this? It hurts me. Be gentler." My tone was soft and weak, without much anger, so he calmed down and gave me an awkward smile. (And my indifference, in a sense, saved me. Afterwards, I asked him, and he said he had just tried to cover my mouth to stop me from screaming. I asked, "You didn't intend to strangle me, did you?" He said maybe he did. I think it was just a momentary lapse in judgment; otherwise, he might have accidentally strangled me to death.) He then continued with the "full set of actions." (I also enjoyed it after regaining consciousness. Heh, he's quite capable; just based on that alone, if I had known beforehand, I would have agreed to go to a hotel with him.) Afterwards, we calmed down and chatted. I told him my opinion of his sexual abilities and said that if I had known, I would have agreed to go to a hotel. So he was very relaxed and told me everything. He said that seeing my disappointment with his appearance, he guessed I wouldn't agree, so he had malicious intentions. I asked him how long I was unconscious. He said it was actually less than three hours, which surprised him. I also asked him what kind of drug he used and how he administered it. He said it was his first time doing this, and he probably didn't control the dosage well. Originally, he planned to "have his fun" and then leave me in a small hotel, estimating four hours would be enough. He said that if enough of the drug was administered, it could work. I think, firstly, he might not have given enough; secondly, I might not have been affected by much; and thirdly, his actions woke me up. I won't go into details, but my feeling is that this kind of drug works quickly, causes a long period of unconsciousness, and the victim is completely unaware during the process. Afterwards, you'll feel a terrible headache, as if your head is splitting open. (He said this is because I woke up midway; if I waited for the drug to wear off before waking up, I wouldn't feel any discomfort.) I was still a little dazed after waking up. In short, this is a very dangerous drug! It's very potent when used in crimes! Emergency measures: try not to eat or drink with strangers. Even if you do, be wary of any suspicious movements from the other person. After using the toilet, don't drink any leftover water! If you experience dizziness or blurred vision, shout for help immediately while you're still conscious! Don't be afraid of embarrassment! In this situation, someone will usually help, and even if not, the perpetrator will likely be scared away. Another method is to immediately splash the beverage or cold water you just drank on your face! This will help you stay more alert. In short, reacting immediately is crucial! There's no time to slow down! Remember! Remember!Today, let me talk about the second type of drug. This second drug not only renders a person incapacitated but also has a mild aphrodisiac effect. Even more remarkably, with increased dosage, it can cause promiscuity! Moreover, this drug is readily available and can be obtained without disguise. Don't be surprised; this drug is—alcohol. The most common form of alcohol is various types of liquor. Liquor can be divided into low-alcohol and high-alcohol categories. However, this distinction is superficial. In reality, drinking too much low-alcohol liquor has the same result as drinking high-alcohol liquor. Furthermore, different people have vastly different alcohol tolerances; someone with a low tolerance will get drunk after just one sip of beer! That's the difference. Drinking too much alcohol will make a person drunk, and when drunk, they lose their ability to resist. Small amounts of alcohol also have an aphrodisiac effect, which has been medically proven. As for the old saying, "Alcohol can lead to promiscuity," I'm sure everyone has heard of it. Alcohol also has a masking effect. Some people use alcohol as an excuse to act recklessly or feign drunkenness. Sometimes, they do things intentionally, even premeditatedly, but afterwards they can say, "I was just drunk and confused..." That's using alcohol to cover up their actions! Using this as an excuse, one can commit many evil deeds! Let's leave those aside and just focus on rape, and talk about the role of alcohol. The first common method is for those beasts to get girls drunk and then assault them. This is similar to using a condom, but more covert and harder to detect. Alcohol is something we often see in public: someone who can't drink, after being persuaded to take the first sip, will drink it all! Later, without any further persuasion, they'll pour themselves more. So, that's the power of alcohol. Especially when people are experiencing extreme emotional fluctuations, the phenomenon of "seeking only to get drunk" is very common. Many girls think they're grown up and can drink, or that they have a good tolerance, so they drink recklessly. Especially when they're in a particularly good or bad mood, they're more likely to learn from ancient people, legends, and so on, to "drown their sorrows in wine" or "not let the golden goblet face the moon empty." At this point, if a man with ulterior motives comes along and pretends to help you through your troubles by drinking with you, trouble is not far off. First, it's likely to harm your health; second, if the man intentionally gets you drunk, it's premeditated; third, even if he doesn't premeditate, if the two of you have sex while drunk, or act impulsively, the consequences will be the same. The most serious consequence is alcohol poisoning! That can be fatal! Therefore, I advise my sisters: first, regardless of age, it's best not to drink alcohol; second, if you must drink, control yourself—even if you have a capacity for alcohol, only drink a small amount; third, it's best to drink with family, not friends, and especially not strangers, particularly men. This may sound a bit comical, but it's still meaningful from a safety perspective; fourth, even when drinking with very familiar people, don't drink too much! The minimum harm is still damage to your health! The second common method is using alcohol's aphrodisiac effect. I don't know if any of you have experienced this, but I think alcohol does have some aphrodisiac effect. This doesn't need much explanation. I want to emphasize that I believe red wine has the strongest aphrodisiac effect! Moreover, red wine is very subtle. Firstly, its alcohol content is relatively low, making it easy to lower one's guard; secondly, red wine has a romantic feel and tastes good; thirdly, red wine's aphrodisiac effect is stronger than other types of alcohol; and fourthly, red wine has a stronger aftereffect, making it easier to get drunk. When men invite women for drinks, it seems less common to drink strong liquor like "Erguotou" (a type of Chinese liquor); red wine seems more appealing. The third common scenario is promiscuity after drinking! To be honest, promiscuity after drinking isn't necessarily premeditated. However, firstly, the consequences are the same, and secondly, there's the fear that someone might use this to their advantage. Sigh, let me share my own experience of falling into this trap. Once, I was feeling down and disappointed after breaking up with my boyfriend, so I asked someone I had a good relationship with, someone I considered a nice person, to chat with me. He asked, "Do you drink?" I said yes—I do drink some, at least I can drink several bottles of beer—so he said, "Let's go drink, I'm feeling down too." As a result, that day I poured my heart out while drinking beer, and he listened while drinking. After I finished, he started talking, complaining about his own unhappiness and offering to stand up for me. Soon, I reached my limit. He drank even more than me, and I could tell he was drunk too. I knew that was enough, so we staggered out of the bar. When we got to my place, supporting each other, he hugged me and said he actually liked me. I said, "Aren't we just friends? And you have a wife." He said, "I've been keeping it to myself..." Anyway, in the end, I agreed to his request. Honestly, I wouldn't have agreed, but that day, the heartbreak was there, and more than that, I was just trying to let loose after drinking. The next day, when I woke up and saw him beside me, I felt incredibly regretful for agreeing. When he woke up, he also felt embarrassed, saying he was probably drunk. He kept expressing remorse. I tried to comfort him, saying we were just acting impulsively while drunk, and we should just pretend nothing happened. That's exactly what I thought. However, when I talked about him with other friends later, one of them said he admired his drinking capacity. He said he'd almost never seen him drunk after beer, and even after drinking a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), his face would only turn slightly red, but it didn't seem to affect him at all. That's when I realized that guy had a high tolerance for alcohol; he was just faking it that day. That little bit of alcohol was nothing to him, but I really did lose control. He did it intentionally, and afterwards he even made me feel like we were both responsible. His intentions were extremely malicious! But it was too late to regret it; I can only be more careful in the future! That's about all the effects of alcohol. I also want to remind my sisters to be careful not to drink alcoholic beverages and carbonated drinks at the same time. Carbonation and alcohol make the alcohol more easily absorbed, leading to rapid intoxication. For example, you shouldn't mix baijiu and beer; everyone knows this is dangerous. Actually, you shouldn't drink beer first and then baijiu; mixing them in your stomach is the same. The most easily overlooked thing is that you shouldn't drink drinks like cola and Sprite with alcoholic beverages! This is where it's easy to let your guard down! Especially in karaoke bars, it's common to see people mixing red wine and Sprite with ice. While it might seem sweet and sour and taste good, it's actually very easy to get drunk! Then there are cocktails, which are unpredictable. Many cocktails actually contain strong liquor. Especially the colorful cocktails, which girls love. They look good and taste nice, but who knows what might happen after drinking them! And you don't know the ingredients in many cocktails, so be careful! There's not much else to say: drinking on an empty stomach makes you drunk easily, drinking when you're in a bad mood makes you drunk easily, and drowning your sorrows in alcohol only makes you more miserable! Yet so many people like to drown their sorrows in alcohol. This is not a good practice. As for those monsters who exploit the weakness of people's concentration when drunk to administer other drugs, that's even worse. First, they get you drunk with common alcoholic beverages, and then they add other drugs, making it impossible to defend yourself—their crime deserves the death penalty! I won't go into detail about the effects of alcohol on the body: dizziness, slurred speech, excessive talking, weakness and inflexibility, etc. There are also symptoms like fever and irritability. As for how to respond, it's hard to say. First and foremost, it's best not to drink alcohol; this is crucial. Secondly, when people are drunk, it's difficult for them to think about how to react or leave the scene, so it's not easy to manage. Let me put it this way: if you think you might be drunk, first, immediately call your family and ask them to come pick you up; second, stop drinking immediately, preferably by drinking something to help with the hangover, such as rice water, vinegar, or fruit juice; at least stop drinking; third, like with a hangover, it's best to splash cold water on your head or wash your face with cold water, which will help. Actually, the method of going to the bathroom immediately when you feel unwell is a good one. First, there's cold water there; second, you can call someone immediately; and third, there are often other women there who can help you. Continuing... As I mentioned before, the first type is a date rape drug, and the second type is also a date rape drug—it can make people drunk, and it also has some aphrodisiac effects—it can have a mild aphrodisiac effect, which is alcohol.Let me talk about the third type of drug. This third drug is almost a true aphrodisiac, but not entirely. It has a stronger aphrodisiac effect and a weaker effect in rendering the body immune. Its main function is to excite the body, causing overall physical excitement—including sexual arousal. By now, you've probably guessed it—yes, it's the stimulant viper! Based on my current understanding of vipers, they can be roughly divided into two types: those that cause mental suppression and those that cause mental euphoria. (My knowledge is limited; those with more knowledge are welcome to share. The following is based on my understanding.) The former mainly includes things like opium, including morphine and viper. These vipers are traditional, and most people are probably familiar with them. Those that cause mental euphoria are mostly psychotropic drugs. Everyone has heard of ecstasy, right? And there are also viper, ketamine, and so on. These are all drugs explicitly prohibited by the state! They cause enormous damage to the body, both physically and mentally! As far as I know, they can cause serious damage to the human body, leading to severe consequences such as schizophrenia, ruptured blood vessels in the heart and brain, and high blood pressure! The purity of viper nowadays is very high, so it's addictive after just one use! Never try it! Continuing, there's been a lot of publicity about the dangers of viper, so I won't go into detail here. I want to focus on the topic I want to discuss and talk more about the harm viper causes to women, especially in terms of sexual crimes. Viper can cause endocrine disorders, weakened immunity, various diseases, accelerated aging in women, and loss of the right to motherhood, etc., all of which have been widely publicized. Here, I want to use a real example to illustrate how some monsters use viper to rape women. It's shocking! I once knew someone, or rather, an online friend (I'll call him S from now on). We started by chatting, and later became quite close, eventually becoming "friends" with a sexual relationship. I remember once, he suggested taking me to a disco. I asked if he meant clubbing? He chuckled and said it was both clubbing and for sex. There were private rooms there, which were convenient and exciting. He also said that the disco was famous for its "drug" services. He had a friend who sold drugs and had them. The main reason for going there was that his friend was also bringing a woman he met online to the disco. This woman was a "good girl" (meaning a respectable young married woman) who had just learned to chat online and was quite conservative; her friend hadn't "slept with" her yet. The plan was for the four of them to have fun together, to create an atmosphere that would "get the woman into a frenzy," and then they could "go head-to-head" in the private room. Once the atmosphere was right, the woman would naturally let loose. After hearing this, I thought it was a consensual arrangement, and since I was pretty crazy at the time, I agreed. When I got there, I met S's friend, and afterwards I thought he was a beast! So I'll refer to him as a "beast" from now on! The beast brought a young woman, probably around 30 years old, very beautiful, the kind of girl from a modest family. She spoke with shyness and bashfulness, giving me a very good impression. She still trusted the beast. The two were quite close, but the young woman clearly knew her limits. We introduced ourselves and started dancing. Later, everyone said they needed to rest, so we went to a private room. We sang and drank there. The young woman was wary and didn't drink. Then, the beast brought up Viper. He mysteriously took it out and asked everyone to try it. He raved about how good it was, how exciting it was, and how harmless it was. S said no, and I also said it wasn't good stuff and I wouldn't touch it, but the young woman seemed to have heard of it before and was very curious about it. The beast kept urging her to try it, promising she would have a great time. I felt very uncomfortable, but I didn't want to say much about why, so I said it was a crime, and if we got caught, we'd be finished. But the beast patted his chest and assured us that nothing would happen, saying that this disco was a place he knew very well, and he even took a pill himself. Then we went back to the disco. Soon, the drug took effect, and he was shaking his head wildly to the music, his face beaming with excitement. The young woman and I were both seeing this for the first time and were quite surprised. We danced around for a while longer, and it was clear the beast's drug had worn off, so we went back to the private room. To my disappointment, the young woman offered to try it. The beast gave her a pill, and soon she too went crazy. We went back to the disco music, and seeing this woman, who had been so demure just moments before, now shaking her head wildly and dancing erratically to the music, I felt disgusted and repulsed. So I said I was going out for some fresh air and left the disco. S followed me out and asked what was wrong. I said I felt disgusted and didn't want to stay there. He said, "Why bother? It's normal. Let's just stay away." I said, "You stay here and have fun, I'm going home." He said, "Aren't you going to have sex with me?" I said, "I'm not in the mood today." He couldn't help it and said, "Never mind then." So I walked home alone. I walked around in frustration for a while before remembering that I'd left my handbag in the private room. I was afraid it would get lost. So I rushed back to the disco. When I entered the room, I was shocked by what I saw. I'll never forget that scene—the young woman, whom I'd always pictured as a demure and shy girl, was lying almost naked on the sofa. That beast, completely naked, was on top of her, moving about. S, also naked, was kneeling in front of her, shoving his penis into her mouth. The young woman's face was full of excitement, shaking her head and waving her arms wildly, making moaning sounds, sounding so excited. In that instant, that beautiful image of her collapsed in my mind. The demure young woman had become a slut. A naive young woman, new to online chatting, was now being possessed by two ugly men. The scene disgusted me. I forgot about my bag, covered my mouth, and ran out. Even after I got home, I felt uneasy. That scene was just too unbearable. That night, I dreamt about it again, and when I woke up from the nightmare, I was covered in a cold sweat. The next day was Sunday. In the morning, I received a call from S asking me to meet him. He handed me his bag and asked with a grin why I hadn't even taken my bag. I angrily said, "What do you think?! What were you doing yesterday?!" He said, "What were you doing? Didn't you see it all?" I said, "Of course! I'm asking you what happened!" He nonchalantly said, "What else could it be? That 'good girl' took a hit and got really into it. Didn't you see? After dancing for a while, Brother Wu (the one I call the beast) dragged her into a private room and started... well, you know!" I said, "And what about you?" He chuckled and said, "We were supposed to 'fight it out,' but you left. What was I supposed to do alone?" Anyway, that's how it is. I'll team up with Brother Wu, it'll be a unique experience... After hearing all this, I hated him even more. I asked him how that young woman could agree, and he said, "What do you mean 'willing'? One pill, and she's just going to 'high' all she wants. You could stab her and she wouldn't feel a thing! And her whole body is excited, she'll absolutely cooperate during sex! Haha, screaming and yelling!" I said, "So what you're doing is rape?""J?" S said nonchalantly. "Of course not. She has a husband and still goes out to meet people she met online; it's clearly voluntary." I said, "Didn't she always refuse Brother Wu?" S said, "Since you're out here, don't worry about it. The result is the same: sex. Besides, she took the drugs willingly. It's nothing; women who go to bars have all tried ecstasy and stuff. Getting high and then having sex is perfectly normal!" I was surprised and said I'd never tried it. He said, "You don't want to try it, that's your problem. You don't know? This kind of thing happens all the time in bars and nightclubs! Do you know what a 'wild party' is? Do you know what 'picking up a bargain' is?" I said no. He said, "A 'wild party' is a group of people getting high on drugs and then dancing, and then everyone just does whatever they want. 'Picking up a bargain,' haha, in many nightclubs, quite a few girls will be exposed to ecstasy and similar drugs for the first time. After getting high, they have no idea what's going on! They even go to the bathroom alone, all dazed." There are people specifically waiting there to "pick up the scraps," eyeing girls like this. You can tell at a glance—blushing, disoriented. If you push her into the men's restroom, she won't even know; just push her into a stall and do it! Afterwards, they leave without a trace, nobody knowing who did it. Some bolder guys even follow her into the women's restroom and do it there. I was surprised and asked, "Isn't there anyone else in the restroom? What if they find out?" S said, "First, it's in a stall; once you lock the door, nobody can see. Second, even if they're screaming and yelling inside, who cares? They're doing it because they want to, what's it to you? Besides, nobody cares about these things. Some people even like to join in the fun!" I asked him what he meant. He grinned mischievously and said, "If they see it, they'll join in too!" Sometimes, the bolder "pickers" even deliberately do it near the urinals! "If anyone wants to come together, they can come together, or take turns, it's all their own fault..." He was still talking when I interrupted him, saying, "Looks like you 'picked up a bargain' yesterday too?" He didn't shy away from it at all, seemingly quite self-righteous, saying, "I guess so. But it wasn't as exciting as actually 'picking up a bargain.'" I said, "Oh, so you've tried actually 'picking up a bargain'?" He chuckled and said, "Only once. That was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it. Damn, it was in the restroom of this disco we went to. I had an upset stomach and wanted to use the toilet, and I saw a woman slumped over inside, unconscious. Her pants were down to her ankles, her top was unbuttoned, and her bra was pushed up—she'd clearly just been raped. The woman was pretty; it was really exciting to see her..." He was still talking when I found him disgusting and said, "Aren't you afraid of getting a disease?!" He said, "There's an automatic condom vending machine in the restroom, a big one." But I only did it once. Later I felt it was too dirty, so I didn't dare use a condom anymore. I said, "Don't you think you're being immoral?" He said, "Firstly, she was willing to take drugs, and secondly, I wasn't the first!" I asked, "And then what?" He said, "I left after I was done, but let me tell you, I actually saw what happened to that girl later. Guess what? She came with a group of friends, and they noticed she hadn't returned to their private room for a while, so they looked for her. They didn't find her in the women's restroom, so they looked in the men's. Then they found her and carried her out. They were yelling for the police, so I went out to see. Wow! She was still the same, but with more semen on her face. Haha, I wonder who did it! And who knows how many times she's been raped!" I said, "Aren't you afraid of the police?" He said, "Nobody saw me! Besides, she took drugs first! If they call the police, they'll arrest him first!"Ice didn't want to get involved! I fell silent. I thought he was right; it was indeed true. I said, "That's despicable." He said, "It's mainly her own fault. Let me tell you, in that disco, something like this probably happens every day!" Hearing this, I could only remain silent. Suddenly, I remembered something and asked him, "What about that young woman from yesterday?" "You didn't…" He said, "We didn't throw her in the toilet. She's Wu Ge's online friend, after all. We just had some fun." I said, "She didn't accuse you of rape when she woke up!" S said, "She cried when she woke up, but Wu Ge just said, 'You were willing, so what's wrong with us having some fun? You seemed to be enjoying yourself just now! I think you were doing it willingly. It's okay! We won't say anything; nobody knows. It's just a little passion now and then!' Later, the woman put her clothes back on, and we took a taxi together. She didn't say anything. Heh, she just accepted it." I stared into S's eyes and asked him, "How many times have you done this with him?" S said, "Not many times. Before, it was usually more of a 'two-on-one' situation." "It's because you weren't here..." I couldn't say anything. Later, I don't even know how I left or got home. Anyway, I felt really unwell for days, constantly shocked that such a thing could happen! How many innocent women have suffered like this! After that incident, I distanced myself from S and never saw him again. About three months later, I ran into S again by chance. It was at McDonald's. S smiled broadly, offered me a drink, and jokingly asked why I didn't want to see him anymore. I didn't want to say it outright, so I said, "I'm busy." He said, "You have a new lover!" I said, "That's right, I have a new one. What about you? You haven't contacted me, but you seem quite happy, haven't you? You have a new lover too?" He said, "New clothes are worse than old ones! Are you free? Let's rekindle our romance?" I said, "Don't you have a new lover? Why are you still contacting me! Aren't you afraid she'll get angry?" He said, "I don't have a new lover yet!" I said, "I don't believe it. You can't live without women someday!" He chuckled and said, "I don't have a lover, but I still have my share of casual sex every day." I coldly asked him, "Oh, so you went 'picking up bargains' again?" He said, "No, usually it's with online friends. But speaking of 'picking up bargains,' I've really found a 'big bargain' recently! Don't believe me? She's even prettier than you!" I said, "You're just bragging." He said, "If you don't believe me, come home with me! I'll show you what she looks like, and you'll be completely convinced!" I suddenly realized: since he said it was a "big bargain," it must be related to Viper again, maybe even Viper provided by that beastly Angkor. So I really wanted to see for myself, so I went to his house with him. I thought, this guy just wants to have sex with me at most, and I've already decided not to agree. I'll have my own ways of refusing him. When we got to his house where he lived alone, sure enough, he started touching me. I pushed him away and said, "Didn't you say you'd make me completely convinced? Where is it?" He said, "Okay, I'll show you a DV!" Then he turned on the computer and played a DV video for me. I was stunned when I saw it. The footage was filmed inside a large, rather luxurious room, presumably the living room. A bright red carpet covered the floor. The background music was loud, boisterous, and fast-paced—the kind of disco music that's incredibly irritating. The footage showed three young women dancing wildly to the music, twisting and turning erratically, clearly under the influence of drugs. Most shockingly, all three girls were completely naked! The one on the left, shorter with short hair, was only wearing shoes and socks; the one on the right, of medium height with shoulder-length hair, was also wearing socks and waving a pair of underwear; the girl in the middle, the tallest with waist-length hair, was entirely naked, her bare white feet creating a stark contrast on the red carpet. All three girls had their eyes half-closed, seemingly incoherent, yet they continued to twist and dance without any restraint, showing no shame whatsoever for the camera. I was astonished and asked S, "Who are these girls?" "Where were these taken?" S asked me smugly. "What do you think? Aren't they all beauties? The one in the middle is way better than you! You admit it?" Indeed, these three girls were probably around twenty years old, all pretty and with great figures—truly beauties. Especially the one in the middle, her figure and looks were top-notch; anyone would consider her a great beauty. If I met her in real life, I would be incredibly envious. But what exactly happened? I told S, "Okay, they're really beauties, I can't compare. Who is she? Why would such a pretty girl take these pictures?" S didn't want to tell me, but being a carefree person, he couldn't resist my provocation and finally told me the truth. Apparently, this was something that beast (Angkor) did about two months ago. That beast not only used and sold drugs, but also frequently tricked people into using Viper and then raped women. That time, he was carrying ecstasy and similar drugs to the nightclubs and karaoke bars he frequented, also for the purpose of selling drugs. In a private room at a karaoke bar, he saw three girls inside. All three were young, clearly university students, and very attractive. The beast was immediately smitten and struck up a conversation with them. The three girls, naive and inexperienced, were swayed by his words and began to chat. He learned that they were all from a city in southern China and had been admitted to a university in Beijing. They hadn't known each other before, nor were they in the same department; they only became acquainted because they were from the same hometown and were now in their first and second years of university. One of the girls was having a birthday party, and the three of them were out together without anyone else. Seeing an opportunity, the beast recommended Viper to them. The three girls, new to the world of entertainment and never having seen Viper before, couldn't resist trying it. They all took one ecstasy pill. After getting high, they felt excited and "great" and wanted another. The beast, of course, was delighted. This time, after giving them the pills, he began his assault. Taking advantage of their incoherent state, he raped all three girls in turn in the private room! To the beast's delight, all three girls were virgins. He found them incredibly beautiful, so he tricked and coaxed them into his car and took them directly to his large house in the suburbs. This house was practically a villa; it was spacious, and since he lived alone in such a large place, there were hardly any other people around. The beast repeatedly gave the three girls ecstasy and similar drugs, then raped them. He reportedly hadn't expected to stumble upon such a "lucky find," and was extremely excited. He said he had taken Viagra before unleashing his lust on the three girls. Later, exhausted, he took out a DV camera and filmed the three girls dancing naked. Even more horrifyingly, the beast then called his cronies, including some acquaintances with whom he had illicit relationships—about a dozen people in total—and had them take turns raping the three girls! He even "symbolically" collected some money! I was speechless when S told me all this. I asked, "And then what happened?" S shamelessly replied, "Then, when the three girls came to their senses, it was already noon the next day! Seeing their condition, they broke down in tears. The beast comforted them, threatened them, and finally pulled out his trump card—the DV footage and some nude photos he had taken of the girls. He even threatened to spread the news if they told anyone, saying he knew their school. The three girls were terrified and could only put their clothes back on. The beast even pretended to be kind and let them take a shower before taking them back to school. After hearing this, I couldn't bear it any longer and made up my mind to find a way to report the beast's crimes to the police."Ice! I asked S, "You were there that night too, right?" He chuckled and said, "Yeah." I casually asked him, "That DV clip is so short, how come it didn't record how you guys did it?" S said, "Haha, then it would be evidence of rape!" The ones Wu Ge filmed only featured the three of them, so it can only be assumed that the three of them voluntarily took drugs and then voluntarily filmed the striptease. I really wanted to bite him when I heard that! I saw there were more pictures in that folder, so I said, "Let me see this." He couldn't stop me, so I opened it. It turned out to be nude photos of those three girls! Some were taken while they were dancing wildly, and some were taken after they were raped. The most shocking photo was of them lying crookedly on the ground. All three of them had disheveled hair, were unconscious, and lay naked on the red carpet. There were many red marks on their bodies, marks of pinching and squeezing. Their faces and bodies were covered in semen! I said, "You have these photos too?" He said, "I bought these from Angkor Wat, hehe, I watched them while masturbating. How about it, are you enjoying them too?" I thought to myself: I must copy all of these! So I casually asked him, "What happened next? Didn't the three of them call the police?" S said, "No, Angkor Wat specifically made them take a shower, partly because that would remove the evidence! And with leverage, there's nothing to fear. You know what? When I told you I'd found a 'big bargain,' it wasn't just that one time!" I asked in surprise, "Did you continue to blackmail them?" S said, "No. Angkor Wat doesn't usually do that. This time, she brought them herself… Apparently, it was that prettiest girl who, after that drug use, probably with a high dose, became addicted. It's said that whenever she hears music, her mind goes blank and she feels dizzy. In desperation, she actually went to that beast herself, hoping to buy some more Viper!" That beast was naturally delighted, so he provided the girl with viper and had sex with her multiple times. Later, the girl couldn't continue her studies, spending all her time with the beast and doing drugs. She even sold her body to buy viper for money! After S found out, he even slept with the girl a few more times… Hearing all this, I really felt like crying! S was still touching me inappropriately, so I said, "Okay, okay, go take a shower first. I'll look at this for a while to get myself in the mood." S believed me and went to take a shower. I took out my USB drive and copied everything down. Then, I went to the bathroom door where he was showering and said, "Sorry! I'm on my period today! Let's do it another day!" Then I went home. Back home, I saved the files to my computer and contacted a policeman I knew. This guy was a minor officer, and we were quite familiar. I found a teahouse and told him what happened, asking him what to do. But he said that if my DV and pictures were meaningless, they wouldn't count as evidence. They were just some photos; they couldn't prove who took them or whether the women consented. However, if that guy surnamed Wu had Viper, then we could arrest him based on that. I asked him, what about the rape? He said, "So much time has passed, there's no evidence, so we can't do anything about it. Anyway, from what you're saying, that guy is probably good enough to be executed." I thought, well, that's all we can do. I didn't give him the USB drive, just told him the beast's name and some details. The rest was simple; the beast was arrested, caught red-handed. The policeman didn't tell me all the details, saying some things were confidential, only that the beast was somewhat influential, had some Viper, and had even bigger bosses above him. Anyway, those Viper were influential enough to get him executed. I nodded and asked him what crime S committed. The policeman said, "There's no way, we can't arrest him without evidence. Drug use? He didn't use drugs. Rape? No evidence." I fell silent, only then realizing how helpless some things can be. I asked the policeman again: Shouldn't we ask S who that girl is? Where is she now? How can I help him? He said, "Forget it! There's nothing we can do about these things. It's already happened. Unless she repents and quits drugs, who are you? What can you do? There are too many cases like this. There are plenty of women who have been drug addicts! Besides, that guy surnamed Wu's case is serious. If you keep pressing him about it, S might find out you reported him, and you'll be in danger." I could only remain silent. Yes, I couldn't control everything. As for that girl, I could only silently wish her good luck…
That's the end of the story. I never contacted S again. However, someone mentioned him to me later, and I learned that S had actually contracted HIV! I found it unbelievable. I asked the person how he got infected. Drug use? The person said they heard he didn't use drugs, so it must have been from prostitution. Haha, the guy cried when he found out, saying he was wronged, that he always used condoms, it shouldn't have happened… After hearing that, I really felt a sense of "the net of heaven is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it!" At this point, some might say I'm making this up, that such a coincidence is impossible! What I want to say is: it's all true, it all really happened. We're not talking about superstition or karma. However, it's all self-inflicted. If S hadn't done those things, he probably wouldn't have ended up like this. This can't be considered a kind of retribution.
●Prevention Method
1: Don't accept drinks from anyone when applying for a job, and don't drink drinks poured by others when visiting unfamiliar places or people's homes. 1. If you must drink, drink unopened beverages that you open yourself. Don't sacrifice your safety because you're embarrassed.
2. Always open your own drinks in a pub. Never accept drinks from others, even if they offer them to you, offer them to you, or open them for you, even if it's a girl or someone you know. If you're buying a drink from the bar, watch the staff open it for you, pour it into your glass, and hand it to you personally.
3. Order sealed drinks whenever possible. Cocktails served in wide-mouthed glasses are the easiest to drug, and if drugged, they're the least likely to be detected. Therefore, bottled mineral water with a lid is the best choice, followed by soda and juice. It's best to avoid alcoholic beverages.
4. Be especially careful of rape cases where friends of friends use rape drugs to commit rape. This most often happens between people who know each other. You might think that going out with a large group of people makes you safe, but in many cases, the perpetrators act as a group. Therefore, when you go out with a group of friends, and friends of friends, this is actually when you should be most careful, because familiar people can easily lower your guard, and many crimes succeed precisely when victims are off guard.
5. Don't let your guard down with close friends or girls. Taiwan has seen cases like the FM2Q B case involving acquaintances and female accomplices. Using close friends or girls to drug someone can lower their guard and make it easier to succeed. Therefore, don't accept drugs from friends or girls. Friends of friends are the easiest targets.
6. Don't ask your friends to watch your drinks. Your friends might be distracted, have their attention diverted, forget, or they might not be as trustworthy as you think. You are the most trustworthy person.
Finally, the fourth type I want to talk about—aphrodisiacs—is also something I experienced firsthand. Speaking of that incident, I feel very sad. The reasons for the sadness are quite complex, so let me begin. It was about a year ago, when I was casually browsing articles on a website. Later, I came across an article written by someone. It wasn't a simple, rambling account of an experience; rather, it recounted stories from his and his wife's life. The writing was good, and the narrative was clear. Most importantly, the author's writing style was excellent, with ups and downs in the narrative, and it was also very humorous and witty—a style I really liked. The article focused on the fun the author and his wife had in their daily lives, as well as some games they enjoyed playing during sex. It was clear they were a very romantic couple. Frankly, I consider myself to also value romance in life. And coincidentally, most of the little games the author described for enhancing the atmosphere during sex were ones I also enjoyed. I immediately felt a sense of connection. At the end of the article, the author left his email address, and I felt compelled to contact him. I sent him an email, but didn't hear back for about two weeks. I figured he'd written the article a while ago, and maybe that email address hadn't been used in a long time, so I didn't think much of it. Then one day, I suddenly received a reply from him. He said he hadn't used that email address much, and only checked it today and found my email. He was very willing to correspond with me. That's how we started communicating. First by email, then by QQ. Through our communication, I learned more about him. It turned out he was in his early forties, a successful person. He was quite prominent in his field, and often represented China on the international stage. Not only was he successful in his career, but he also had a happy family. He had settled in the United States, where his parents, wife, and children lived. He stayed in China alone for work. He also had a home in Beijing, where he and a nanny lived. He would often go to the United States to reunite with his family and then return, and sometimes his wife would come back to Beijing to visit him. The reason he wrote that article was because he missed his wife, which is why he wrote such a short, memoir-like piece. After communicating for a while, I felt this person was quite outstanding; I admired both his speech and attitude. Later, he suggested meeting, and I agreed. When we met, it was the first time I'd seen him in person. He didn't look old, and he was very handsome. He also had a great presence, a perfect blend of middle-aged maturity and youthful energy. His speech and manners were very gentlemanly; he was definitely a charming man. He also admired me, saying that based on my writing, he felt I must be very elegant, which was why he wanted to meet me, and it was exactly as he imagined. We had a very pleasant conversation, and everyone enjoyed it. From then on, we became friends and often met to chat. Later, we became more familiar with each other, including our real names and contact information. I called him "Ming," and he called me "Meng." At first, I thought he was in his early forties, while I was only in my twenties, so I called him "Big Brother." He said, "I'm not old at all! Do I look old to you?" So, at his objection, I started calling him "Brother Ming," and he called me "Little Sister"—even though his daughter was already 15. We grew closer and closer, finding our views, attitudes, and interests very compatible. Eventually, we became inseparable, confidants, and it seemed we had nothing to hide from each other. We not only often played and had fun together in our daily lives, but we also sometimes helped each other at work. You feel a wonderful sense of confidant when you have someone who truly understands and helps you. However, I must clarify that although we had a good relationship, we always maintained appropriate boundaries, limiting our interactions to verbal communication, and nothing more happened. I think this is good, because it makes our relationship feel very noble. Having said that, I know for sure that we really like each other. We're satisfied with each other's appearance, mannerisms, and even personalities. Especially me, I have a special feeling for him because he reminds me of my first love in many ways. I was only 19 then, and my first love was 28. He was handsome, successful, mature, and married. At that time, I only had a crush on him; knowing he was married and had a career, I didn't want a serious relationship. However, he eventually seduced and forced me into a relationship. After that, I wanted to marry him, but that was impossible. He wanted me to be his mistress, which I refused, and we broke up. I wonder if any of you ladies reading this have this feeling: women seem to have a special fondness for their first love, or their first man. Even after a breakup, that fondness remains. And if you meet a similar man later, you feel a strong sense of closeness. That's how it was for me. When I met Ming, I felt he was very much like my first love. The same charming demeanor, the same success, the same mature air—I immediately felt a strong attraction to him. Unfortunately, they were both already married. Especially Ming, who is already 40 years old, has a happy family, and his daughter is quite grown up. I wouldn't have the heart to ruin his happiness, and I know he would never abandon his family. Since that's the case, knowing it's impossible, I stopped thinking about it. Moreover, I felt that since a future together was impossible, it was best to maintain the status quo: being good friends. If we actually developed a relationship, then our current relationship would change. That beautiful feeling of confidanthood would also change its flavor. I always felt that a platonic friendship between a man and a woman is a very noble relationship; if this relationship is mixed with sex, then it becomes vulgar and loses its noble essence. Therefore, I have always restrained my feelings. One day, he invited me to his home. It was the first time I had seen his home. His home was in the suburbs of Beijing, a rather large house, the kind with two floors, very luxurious inside, with a classic atmosphere. I also met his housekeeper—who I heard had worked there for many years and had a very good relationship with him. His housekeeper's surname was Liu, and she was already over fifty years old, very kind and approachable. Ming called her Sister Liu, and she called Ming Mr. I originally wanted to call her Aunt Liu, but Ming said, "Wouldn't that be confusing? My daughter calls her Aunt Liu!" I laughed and said, "At her age, of course I should call her Aunt Liu. Actually, at your age, I should call you Uncle!" Everyone laughed after that. Ming also showed me around his study and bedroom, and specifically told me that the article I saw was written in this study. Most of the events also happened in this bedroom. His bedroom was large, with a large and beautiful bed, and it looked very cozy. Later, after we joked around for a while, he opened a drawer in a cabinet and said to me, "Look." I looked, and it turned out to be props for some games he and his wife played during sex! I punched him and said, "You're so annoying." He gently said to me, "Can I kiss you? I hope that after kissing you, I can keep you here tonight." Of course, I understood what he meant. I paused for a moment and said, "Brother Ming, let's not do this. I've always considered you an older brother, a confidant." I really didn't want to turn such a beautiful feeling into that kind of relationship. I know there's no future for us, so it's better to just stay good friends, okay? He was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I understand what you mean, and I respect your wishes. I'm also willing to do that. Can I kiss your forehead?" I agreed. So, after he kissed my forehead, we left his bedroom. Later, after dinner, he took me home. After that, I felt like we had both made things clear, and the relationship wasn't as distant as before; it seemed much more relaxed. So we seemed to become closer, spending more time together. Sometimes we'd have dinner together, sometimes we'd go out, sometimes we'd chat, and we'd often text each other. After this continued for a while, I encountered a new situation.
I've always lived in a single-story house, which was quite comfortable. But the housing management bureau announced a renovation program for dilapidated buildings, offering free repairs. While this is a good thing, the problem is it will probably take almost two months. Where will I stay during that time? I thought about it and decided the best solution was to rent a place outside or stay with a college classmate. I told Ming about this, and he said, "That's easy! Come stay at my place!" I really hadn't considered doing that. I said, "Isn't that inappropriate?" He said, "There's nothing wrong with it. My house is quite empty; you can stay in my daughter's room. Haha, we can all keep each other company! Perfect!" I said, "That's really inappropriate!" He said, "Don't overthink it. You think I'll ask you for rent? We're like family! Don't you know me?" I thought, maybe this really is a good idea. So I readily agreed. He drove to pick me up, and I only brought a bunch of clothes to his house. He led me upstairs and then had the housekeeper, Aunt Liu, open the door. He said, "This is my daughter's room." The house had been empty, no one lived there, and Sister Liu usually came to clean it. "You can stay in this room. It has everything you need, very convenient." "Hehe, haven't you always wanted to call me 'Uncle'? This time you can be my daughter! I won't call you 'Little Sister' anymore, just 'Daughter'!" I laughed and said, "Get lost!" and then playfully hit him. And just like that, I moved into his house. We ate breakfast together in the morning, and then he drove me to work. In the afternoon, he would pick me up from get off work, and then we would have dinner together. After dinner, we would either watch TV or DVDs together, play computer games or cards, or just sit quietly chatting and listening to music, or go out to see a movie or sing karaoke. Every night before bed, he would gently kiss my hand or my forehead, say "Goodnight," and then watch me go upstairs. Yes, that period was the happiest time we had together. We were very close, yet respectful of each other. There was almost no distance between us, yet we maintained our personal space. I think our "cohabitation" during that time brought our relationship—that of close friends of the opposite sex—to its fullest potential. I should say, even now, when I think about it, it still warms my heart. Unfortunately, happy times always seem too short. Two months passed, my house was repaired, and I should move back. That morning, I told Ming, "I should move back!" He said with a hint of disappointment, "The house was repaired so quickly?" I said, "Yes. It's been two months already, it's not that fast." He said, "Why don't you just stay here? Isn't it happier for us like this?" I thought for a moment and said, "That's not really right. I can stay here when I have nowhere else to live, but it won't be appropriate once I have a place to live. I know you don't care, but I'll feel uncomfortable, I'll feel guilty." He said, "What's there to feel guilty about?" I said, "It's different. This is your home, not mine." He said, "Aren't you my little sister? Aren't you my daughter? This can be your home too!" I said, "No, I won't." You might not understand this difference. Your home is your home, and the owner of this house is your daughter, not me. Your wife and daughter will come back someday! After hearing this, he was silent for a long time. Then he said, "I understand, you're right, okay." Then he added, "Actually, even if you move back, we'll still be good friends, and we can still see each other often, right?" Hehe. I could still hear disappointment and regret in his voice, but I felt it was inevitable. In the end, we decided that I would stay one more night, and tomorrow, which is Saturday, I would move back. He agreed, still drove me to the company, and even arranged to give me a farewell dinner that evening.
(5):That afternoon after get off work, Ming still came to pick me up in his car. However, I could tell he had dressed up deliberately. After he gentlemanly opened the car door for me, I saw a bouquet of fragrant lilies on the seat. I was surprised and asked him, "Why did you give me this?" He said, "We've known each other for so long, and I've never given you flowers before! Do you like them?" Of course I liked them, so I nodded vigorously. He said, "Little sister, I didn't dare give you roses, and I didn't dare pick you up with flowers in hand. I was afraid people would say, 'How come you know such an old guy?'" I chuckled. I said, "But they can still see you, can't they? Do you know how I introduced you?" He asked, "What did you say?" I said, "I told them it was my dad who picked me up!" He laughed too, saying, "They won't believe it. Your dad isn't that young!" I said, "Wow! You're quite confident! But when you let me stay in your daughter's room, didn't you say you wanted me to be your daughter?" He laughed and said, "Sigh, I tried to take advantage of you but ended up losing out! You should be my little sister! I'm still young!" We joked around for a bit. As he drove, he said, "Have you ever heard the saying, 'A daughter is her father's lover from a past life'?" I said, "That's the first time I've heard that." He said, "My little daughter really gives me that feeling. Sometimes she clings to me, all lovey-dovey, and other times she pouts and ignores me." "Heh, isn't that how lovers are?" I said, "Hmm, that makes sense." Then he quietly said, "Little sister, it's better if you don't become my daughter. Even if you were, you could only be my lover from a past life." I understood what he meant, but I didn't say anything. He chatted a bit more and then moved on. When we got to his house, I saw fresh flowers and candles on the table. I asked him in surprise, "Is it really necessary? This is so grand? Are you really throwing me a farewell banquet?" "Heh, I'm just going home, not going to war." He said very seriously, "You've lived in this house for so long, and we've always been very casual. Now that it's your last night here, I think we should be a little more formal." I jokingly asked him, "You're all dressed up in a suit and tie, with flowers and candles, should I change into an evening gown too?" He said, "You should." I said, "What a pity! I didn't bring one." He said, "Go back to your room and take a look. I have a gift for you." I went back to my room, puzzled, and opened the door to find an evening gown on the bed! I was so surprised my mouth dropped open. He was already standing behind me, gently asking, "Do you like it?" I wanted to say something, but he only said, "I'll wait for you downstairs," and closed the door. I really didn't know what to say. Since that was the case, I had no choice but to change. While changing, I was still amazed by his thoughtfulness. I couldn't even understand how the clothes fit so perfectly. After I finished dressing, I slowly walked downstairs and saw him waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Seeing me slowly descend the steps, lifting my dress, he came over and offered his hand to help me. He then took my arm and led me to the dining table, pulling out a chair for me and ushering me to my seat. His manners were impeccable and gentlemanly. I figured it wasn't surprising that he was familiar with these customs, given his frequent travels abroad. However, it was the first time I'd ever eaten so formally in someone else's home, following Western etiquette. The atmosphere felt truly sacred, almost like a dream. It wasn't until he asked, "Little sister, does the dress fit?" that I snapped out of my reverie. I said, "It fits perfectly, thank you." He smiled and said, "To be honest, I did a lot of preparation today, but this dress couldn't have been made in a day. I had planned to give it to you, thankfully I was able to finish it today." I said, "Why go to so much trouble?" He said, "I think it's the right thing to do. Don't you like it?" I said, "I love it." He asked again, "Do you like this atmosphere?" I said, "Yes, I feel a sense of sacredness!" It was early winter, and it got dark quickly. Just then, Aunt Liu came and drew the curtains, and Ming personally lit the candles. The room was warm and cozy, the dreamlike atmosphere making me feel incredibly happy. Ming opened a bottle of red wine, and we drank and chatted. He said, "I've been very happy during your stay here. I feel we get along very well. Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and I really hope we can live like this forever." I wanted to say something, but I couldn't seem to get the words out. He continued, "Actually, you know, I like you a lot! To be precise, I've fallen in love with you. What about you? Have you ever liked me?" I nodded gently. He said, "Is it because I already have a family and children?" I nodded again. He said, "Sigh, I can tell you without any concealment that I still love my wife and my children very much." I said, "I know. And I admire that about you. You're not the kind of person who gets bored easily." He said, "However, please believe me, I love you very much too!" I didn't speak. He continued, "Perhaps it wasn't until this morning when you said you were leaving that I suddenly realized I can't live without you! You know that?" When we first met, I just liked you a lot, but as time went on, I fell in love with you. Later, you said we should just stay friends, and I thought that was great. I agreed. But later, I really regretted it. I regretted agreeing to be your "opposite-sex friend." I've become increasingly infatuated with you! You know that? I nodded silently. He continued, "When you lived here, I felt so happy. Even though we just talked, ate, and watched TV together, I felt incredibly joyful. Every evening after dinner, I dreaded bedtime because you would leave me temporarily; but I also looked forward to bedtime because I longed to kiss you, even just on the forehead or the back of your hand. To be honest, I wished time could stop for these past two months. How wonderful it would be if we could live together forever! But today you said you were leaving, and my heart skipped a beat! I thought, it's finally come to this." I forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, we can still see each other in the future!" "It's not like we're parting forever! If you want, I can treat this place like a vacation villa!" Hehe. But he didn't laugh. He said, "It's not like that. Your departure tomorrow means the end of this happy time we've shared. Even if you come back in the future, that's a matter for later. Actually, more importantly, the moment you mentioned leaving, I realized I've become inseparable from you. You know what? After I dropped you off this morning, I didn't go to work. I kept thinking, can I face your departure calmly? Even though it's just a temporary separation, and we can still see each other tomorrow, it feels like a final farewell. Don't laugh at me for being silly, I really feel like your departure has taken my soul with you." I said, "So, what about you now?" He took a sip of his drink and said, "I thought about it all morning, and my mood has slowly improved a bit. So I quickly prepared tonight's candlelight dinner, urged you to finish your dress, bought flowers, anyway, I didn't know what else to prepare. Do you know what I did all this for?" I said, "For me, right?" He said, "To be precise, it's to keep you here." I said, "So, you're not giving me a farewell party, but trying to persuade me to stay?" He said, "Yes! I hope you won't leave yet." I paused for a moment and said, "But, I will leave someday." He said, "I know, all good things must come to an end, but I just hope that day comes a little later." I said, "Why bother? It's bound to happen sooner or later." He took a big gulp of his drink and asked me, "I've already told you, I like you, I love you, I'm infatuated with you. What about you? What do you think of me?" I gently swirled the wine in my glass and slowly said, "Ming-ge, I know you like me, and you know I like you too. I've even told you that you remind me of my first love. I've had that feeling ever since we met. So I've always had a good impression of you." He said, "Do you love me?" I said, "I'm not sure, maybe." He asked again, "Then why won't you accept me?" I said, "Because I know we have no future. My first love taught me that lesson. Didn't you also say that you love your wife and daughter very much?" "You won't give them up, right?" He nodded. I said, "So, if I accept you, I can only be your lover. I don't want to be a lover, nor do I want to break up your family. Since that's the case, I've decided that this is the end for us. We can admire each other, we can love each other, but that's all. I'd rather be your confidante than your lover." Actually, as I said this, tears welled up in my eyes. He saw me crying and handed me a tissue. After watching me wipe my tears, he sighed and said, "Little sister, we've talked so much, and I know some things about your past. You left your first love because you didn't want to be his lover, right?" I nodded. He said, "I don't want to force you, but I do long for you, for your heart." I said, "Actually, I've been suppressing my feelings. I'm afraid, so afraid of being like before." He poured me some more wine and slowly said, "That's enough, I understand. Our fate is already so precious; I shouldn't expect anything more. Heaven has already given me so much." I should be content to have a confidant like you, haha.He chuckled bitterly a few times, took another sip of his drink, and continued, "Didn't you tell me you used to be fascinated by the pleasures of relationships? Hey, if we were just ordinary online friends meeting, or just friends who have mutual feelings, could you tell me, would you go to a hotel with me?" I said, "Yes, I think so." He laughed again and said, "Ha, I really should have suggested going to a hotel as soon as we met! We ended up having such a great chat, and by the time we became 'close male friends,' it was too late! Sigh!" I said, "Ming-ge, why bother? If that were the case, we wouldn't be so close, and I wouldn't have stayed at your place for so long. How can those online friends with only a sexual relationship compare to us?" He said, "Although the relationship is far different, I'm perfectly content." I said, "Really? I think that's something anyone can do, but what's rare is what makes us like this." He nodded, then said meaningfully, "Yeah, that's true! A friend is a friend indeed, but a true confidant is hard to find." We should be the ones others envy for being able to do this! It's just a pity we have to suppress our feelings. We were silent for a while, then he seemed to have made a decision and said, "Okay! Little sister, I understand. I don't want to force you. Let's continue being good friends. I'll still give you a farewell dinner tonight. Come on, let's have a drink! To the end of this happy day, and to the beginning of new happiness in the future!" I nodded, clinked glasses with him, and drank the red wine in my glass. Actually, I know my alcohol tolerance, so I didn't dare drink too much. I only drank two glasses of red wine. But because of my mood, my face was already red. When Ming saw this, he said, "Little sister, you should get some rest! I'll help you pack and take you home tomorrow morning." I hummed in agreement, said goodnight to him, and slowly walked upstairs.Sitting on the bed, I realized that Ming hadn't kissed me tonight. I thought maybe it was because he was in a bad mood. I know he likes me a lot, so he must have been unhappy when I insisted on leaving. Sigh, I really didn't expect that after I rejected him last time, he not only didn't give up, but instead confessed his feelings to me completely today. To be honest, his confession really touched me. I understand that he's sincere, and I know that I'm just suppressing myself, not letting these feelings out. Just as he said, to remain friends, I can only suppress myself. Thinking about his sincere confession, and thinking about my own feelings for him, I feel a pang of regret. Perhaps if we had only met online by chance, if we had only hoped for some simple pleasure, we might already be in a hotel room. We wouldn't have to be so wronged and suppress ourselves. Thinking about this, I sighed. I feel quite tired myself, forcing myself to persist, and persist again, for a nominal feeling. Honestly, I've just realized that suppressing emotions requires far more effort than expressing them. I wonder, what if I were moved by his sincerity tonight and accepted his love? Become his lover, live with him in real life? Would that make me happier? More relaxed? Or perhaps we could go beyond just being friends? Deep down, I'm telling myself I'm already very moved, and if it weren't for my stubborn insistence, I might have agreed just now. Sigh! Then I think, wouldn't being his lover be better? I didn't want to be my first lover before because I knew I couldn't marry him, and I didn't want to be entangled by him. But now? I knew from the beginning that it was impossible to be with Ming, and I'm not the naive girl I used to be. Haven't I always been seeking simple happiness? Why am I suddenly thinking so much again? I wonder, if I met my first love again now, would I agree to be his lover? It's hard to say! Isn't Ming in front of me much better than my first love? How could I so firmly reject him? Sigh, so many problems. Before, I avoided thinking about them too deeply, always trying to stop myself from dwelling on them. Maybe that was the only way to avoid being troubled. But tonight, in this situation, I had to think about them. And thinking about them made me realize how conflicted I was. While I was lost in thought, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and saw the nanny. The old lady smiled and came in. I asked, "Aunt Liu, is something wrong?" She said, "My husband said you drank some wine and might not feel well. He asked me to bring you a cup of yogurt. It will make your stomach feel better." I said "Oh," and took the cup. Actually, I didn't feel drunk, because I hadn't drunk much. My face was just a little hot and red. Since she brought it, I didn't refuse and drank it all in one gulp, then thanked her. After she left, I locked the door again. I thought, since I've already refused Ming, let it be! I'll deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow. So I carefully changed out of the dress, put on my pajamas and slippers, then removed my makeup, necklace, ring, and earrings. After finishing everything, I sat in front of the mirror, looking at my face. I wondered, should I continue to insist on ending things with Ming? If so, I wouldn't come here again; this might be the last night. Then I thought, if that happened, these beautiful feelings we had would probably be gone forever. I know many men don't easily confess their feelings to women; once they do, there are only two outcomes: either it works out, or we can't even be friends anymore. Sigh, what about Ming? Can we still be good friends? Will he distance himself from me? Will we become strangers? Even if he's open-minded, what about me? Can I still face his gaze directly? Tonight, I've been deliberately avoiding him because I'm afraid that if I see his eyes, I won't be able to control my feelings. I sighed softly; it all seemed so difficult. I said to myself in the mirror, "You might as well have said yes! If you had, you wouldn't be so troubled now." What's wrong with saying yes? At most, we could only be lovers, not friends. But now, it seems we can't do anything at all. As I was thinking, I felt a surge of heat rising in my lower abdomen. This heat grew larger and larger, slowly enveloping my entire body. I felt a burning sensation throughout my body, and my breathing became rapid. I thought it was probably the aftereffects of the red wine. I'd experienced similar things after drinking before. But I quickly realized that wasn't the case. When I looked in the mirror, my face was flushed, and my eyes were somewhat unfocused. I wondered, was I drunk? Maybe it was just a bad mood that made me more prone to intoxication? Maybe. I also felt that my breath was hot, and my heart was pounding. The heat in my lower abdomen had become a burning flame, and my whole body was hot. I felt a strong urge! To be honest, ever since I experienced the pleasure of sex with my first love, I've been very fond of that feeling, which is why I became so addicted. But since meeting Ming, I haven't had sex. For the past few months, I've been content with my friendship with Ming. We often spend our free time together, and this fulfilling and joyful interaction leaves me no time for anything else. Occasionally, when I have that urge, I just take care of it myself. But today, I felt this desire was particularly strong; I felt like I really needed it. My mind was clear at the time, and I thought it might be due to the atmosphere: a candlelight dinner, flowers, candles, and red wine, plus a man I admired making a passionate confession to me. Sigh, these are probably the moments when girls are most easily moved. Besides, I was already attracted to him, so maybe I really couldn't suppress myself. At this point, my feelings grew stronger and stronger. I felt a throbbing pain in my lower abdomen, and it seemed to be getting wet. Oh no, not just wet, it felt like water was about to flow out! I also felt very hot all over, although my face, neck, and arms felt cooler when exposed. I increasingly wanted to have sex; I even remembered what it was like when we had sex before. At this moment, I was still quite clear-headed, but the voice of reason was very weak, while the voice of desire was extremely strong! I thought, sigh, I'll just have to take care of it myself. Although I was in Ming's house, thankfully I had the door locked. Just as I was about to go to bed, I suddenly noticed Ming's face in the mirror! I was startled. Was it my imagination? No, it really was. How did he get in? I turned around and saw it really was him. And to my surprise, Ming wasn't dressed in a suit and tie as before; he was only wearing his underwear! He stood barefoot in front of me. I sat there, stunned. I wanted to speak, but I said, "You, how did you get here? How did you get in?" I realized I was stammering and panting. He didn't speak, just looked down into my eyes with a burning gaze. I didn't dare meet his eyes, so I lowered them. But when I looked down, I saw his underwear. I saw it was bulging, and I knew what it was. I felt even more flustered and short of breath, and I didn't know what to say. Then, Ming lowered his head and cupped my face. This time, he didn't kiss my forehead, but kissed me on the lips. I didn't want to refuse at all; I craved his kiss, so I actively responded. After a long, wet kiss, I was panting even more, almost speechless. The voice of desire in my heart said, "I want this!" Ming bent down, took off my slippers, picked me up, and placed me on the bed. He held me tightly, his burning lips capturing mine once more. He kissed me, his tongue teasing my own. My reason told me I accepted it, that I liked it. But my desire was already telling me, "Come on, come on, come on!" Ming began kissing my face and neck passionately, licking my earlobe. Then he whispered in my ear, "Baby, I want you!" Hearing this, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. I could only hear myself breathing heavily. Ming stopped kissing me and began to undress me. At this point, I didn't resist him at all; I just lay there obediently, letting his hands roam over my body. When my skin was exposed to the air, I felt incredibly comfortable, as if a cool breeze was blowing across my body, soothing my burning heat. Soon, I felt my skin completely exposed to the cool air, and it felt wonderful. Looking back now, I realize I felt no shame about being naked; it was a pure, liberating satisfaction. Ming then picked up my underwear and smugly waved it in front of me. My reason told me I couldn't refuse. But my desire told me, "Look, it's already wet! You really want it! You really need this man!" Ming didn't do anything more. He stood by the bed and simply pulled my arm to sit up. Before, lying down, I couldn't see myself. Sitting up, I saw I was naked. Especially seeing my chest heaving with my breath, I felt incredibly ashamed. I tried to cover my eyes, but he held my hand tightly. I didn't know how to close my eyes then; I felt my eyes staring straight ahead.I was completely captivated by him. At that moment, he wasn't some kind, approachable older brother, nor some refined gentleman; he was simply a man, as evidenced by his bulging underwear. Only then did he release my hand and gently remove his small covering. When his erect penis finally appeared before me, tears streamed down my face. My reason had vanished; though my mind was clear, it was completely consumed by desire. I instinctively reached out to touch him, but he grabbed my hand again. I tried to move but couldn't break free. Then he pounced on me again, kissing my cheek passionately. Between kisses, he asked, "Baby, do you want it?" I nodded, tears streaming down my face. He said, "I can give it to you, but I don't want you to be my little sister, nor my daughter. I just want you to be my woman. Promise me, baby!" I realized my voice was trembling with sobs. Gasping for breath, I said, "I want it, give it to me, I promise to be your woman!" Hearing this, he released my hand, satisfied. Then, with his strong arms, he swept me up in his arms and said, "This is my daughter's room. Come on, let's go to our bedroom! Tonight you're my woman!" As he spoke, he slowly carried me out of the room. Just like that, naked, he carried me naked down the stairs. At that moment, a voice in my head said, "Just now you were wearing a dress as you walked down here, this man was holding your arm, and now you're lying in his arms." He opened the bedroom door and gently placed me on the bed. When my bare back touched the soft mattress, I thought, "I'm finally lying here." What happened next is needless to say—endless passion, ceaseless entanglement. We kissed passionately, made love wildly, using every position imaginable. He even took out the game toys from that drawer, and we thoroughly enjoyed that night. I felt like I was constantly on a cloud, floating on air. It was as if I were lying on a small boat, sometimes gently caressed by the sea breeze, sometimes crashing against the waves. At that moment, I seemed to be laughing through my tears. I don't know how many times I came, nor how many times he climaxed. Anyway, it was a long, long time before we finally stopped, exhausted and panting, embracing each other and slowly drifting off to sleep. The next day, when I woke up, I found myself still tightly held in his arms. Seeing ourselves naked, I felt incredibly ashamed. I tried to break free, but couldn't. He woke up too. I simply pressed my face against his chest. He gently stroked my hair and asked, "Baby, were you happy last night?" I felt even more shy and couldn't say a word. He added, "You were so fierce last night! Because of you, I almost went crazy. You're such a beauty!" I felt my face was hotter than his chest. So I gently punched him. I said, "Let me go." He said, "What would you do if I let you go?" I wanted to say I needed to go to the bathroom, but I was too embarrassed. So I mumbled, "I'm hungry." He laughed, pinched my chin, and said, "Baby, haven't I satisfied you yet?" After hearing this, I blushed and cried. He then let go of me, kissed away my tears, and said, "I'm sorry, baby, I was just joking." I smiled through my tears and said, "I need to go to the bathroom." He said, "Go ahead!" I said, "How can I go like this?" He chuckled and said, "It's okay, just turn right after you go out, the bathroom is very close. I often go naked after I wake up! Go ahead! It's alright." After hearing this, I seemed to become a little bolder, so I got out of bed. Only then did I realize that my body ached a lot, and my back was especially sore. It seems I really went crazy last night. Thinking of this, I felt my face turn even redder. As I slowly walked down the hallway, I felt a strange sensation of my bare feet touching the soft carpet. But, just as I was about to push open the bathroom door, it opened. It was Aunt Liu, the nanny, who came out! She saw me naked, paused for a moment, and then smiled and said, "You're up?" I was stunned at first, then screamed in fright and turned around, covering my body. Just then, Ming came out and saw what was happening. He just said, "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. Sister Liu, prepare some breakfast for us." Then he patted me and said, "It's alright, you go ahead." I quickly ran into the bathroom. When I ran back to Ming's bedroom, I saw him lying there again. I didn't want to get on the bed, but I couldn't sit anywhere, so I got on too. He pulled me close and said, "Did I scare you?" I hit him and said, "It's all your fault! You made me look so embarrassed!" He laughed and said, "How was I supposed to know it would be such a coincidence?" I suddenly remembered something and said to him, "This is bad. Aunt Liu said, 'You're up.' And seeing me like that, she must know about us!" He said, "You were screaming so loudly last night! She already knows!" Hearing this, my face turned red again, and I hit him hard. I said, "It's all because of you! Your wife wouldn't..." He said, "It's alright, it's alright. Sister Liu has been here for so many years, she's practically my confidante. Don't worry, she won't tell anyone." I finally felt a little relieved. Ming said, "Last night I practically risked my life to keep you company! I haven't gone that far in years!" I thought that was true; he's over 40. I said, "Then how...how did you manage that?" He laughed heartily, then picked up a strip of pills from the bedside table. I looked at it—it was those little blue pills. At that moment, I felt quite grateful. I realized I might have been blinded by desire last night, and he even took these pills to satisfy me. Sigh... Suddenly, I remembered something and said to him, "Oh dear, I forgot, these are my fertile days. Don't 'make a mistake'!" He said, "Oh, morning-after pills?" I nodded. He opened the bedside table drawer, took out a box of pills, and handed it to me, saying, "This shouldn't be expired. You know how to use it, right? Let me get you a glass of water." I thought for a moment and playfully scolded him, "You were prepared all along! How many times have you used it?" He understood what I meant, came over, pressed my shoulders, and stared into my eyes, saying, "This is something my wife occasionally uses when she comes home. Don't you believe me?" "I can tell you, I've seen other women while my wife was away, but I've never brought them home, and I always used condoms. Only two women have lain in this bed so far: my wife and you!" Looking into his sincere eyes, I believed him. I nodded and said, "Okay, thank you!" He paused for a moment and said, "Let's go get some breakfast after you take your medicine. I'm hungry too." I said, "I can't just go eat like this!" He said, "Then should I carry you back?" "Forget it, from today onwards, you don't need to stay upstairs anymore, you can sleep here!" I punched him again and said, "Get lost! Go get my clothes!" He smiled and said, "Right, the one who tied the knot must untie it!" Hehe. He then put on his pajamas and went upstairs. After taking the medicine, I thought of the sweet happiness of last night, and felt very happy. I said to myself, "Sigh, I still couldn't hold back!" But I don't need to suppress my feelings anymore. Actually, isn't this good? Maybe I'm not the little girl I used to be. Back then, I didn't want to be someone's mistress, but now, I find that being a mistress can be sweet. Maybe I can't live without Ming. Since it's already like this, then so be it. As I thought this, I considered putting the medicine back in the drawer. When I opened the drawer, I found it mostly contained common medications. But suddenly, I noticed a small box with a very revealing picture of a woman on it. Curious, I took it out to see what it was. —Looking back now, that moment was so crucial. Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't paid attention then, or hadn't taken it out to look, perhaps I wouldn't be like this now, perhaps my relationship with Ming wouldn't be the way it is. I took out the box and saw a very nude woman drawn on the lid. I initially thought it was some kind of Viagra, but upon closer inspection, I was shocked. It turned out the medicine was called Japanese **powder.The next day when I woke up, I found myself still tightly held in his arms. Seeing ourselves naked, I felt incredibly ashamed. I tried to break free, but couldn't. He woke up too. I simply pressed my face against his chest. He gently stroked my hair and asked, "Baby, were you happy last night?" I felt even more shy and couldn't say a word. He added, "You were so fierce last night! Because of you, I almost went crazy. You're such a beauty!" I felt my face was hotter than his chest. So I gently punched him. I said, "Let me go." He said, "What would I do if I let you go?" I wanted to say I needed to go to the bathroom, but I was too embarrassed. So I mumbled, "I'm hungry." He laughed, pinched my chin, and said, "Baby, haven't I satisfied you yet?" I cried shyly after hearing that. He then released me, kissed away my tears, and said, "I'm sorry, baby, I was just joking." I smiled through my tears and said, "I need to go to the bathroom." He said, "Go ahead!" I said, "How can I go like this?" He chuckled and said, "It's okay, just turn right when you go out, the toilet is very close. I often go naked after waking up! Go ahead! It's alright." After hearing that, I seemed to become a little bolder, so I got out of bed. Only then did I realize how much my body ached, and my back was especially sore. It seems I really went crazy last night. Thinking of this, I felt my face turn even redder. As I slowly walked down the corridor, I felt a strange sensation of my bare feet touching the soft carpet. But, just as I was about to push open the toilet door, it opened. It was Aunt Liu, the nanny, who came out! She saw me naked, paused for a moment, and then smiled and said, "You're up?" I was stunned at first, then screamed in fright and turned around, covering my body. At this moment, Ming also came out and saw this scene. He just said, "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. Aunt Liu, prepare some breakfast for us." Then he came over and patted me, saying, "It's alright, you go ahead." I quickly ran into the toilet. When I ran back to Ming's bedroom, I saw him lying there again. I didn't want to get on the bed, but I couldn't sit anywhere, so I got on too. He pulled me close and said, "Did I scare you?" I hit him and said, "It's all your fault! You made me look so foolish!" He laughed and said, "How was I supposed to know it would be such a coincidence?" I suddenly remembered something and said to him, "This is bad. Aunt Liu said, 'You're up.' And seeing me like that, she must know about us!" He said, "You were screaming so loudly last night! She already knows!" Hearing this, my face turned red again, and I hit him hard. I said, "It's all because of you! Your wife wouldn't…" He said, "It's okay, it's okay. Sister Liu has been here for so many years, she's practically my confidante. Don't worry, she won't tell anyone." I was a little relieved. Ming added, "Last night I practically 'risked my life to keep you company'! I haven't gone that far in all these years!" I thought that was true; he was over 40. I said, "Then how...how did you do that?" He laughed heartily, then picked up a strip of pills from the bedside table. I looked at it; it was those little blue pills. At that moment, I felt quite grateful. I felt I might have been blinded by desire last night, and he had even taken these pills to satisfy me. Sigh... Suddenly, I remembered something and said to him, "Oh dear, I forgot, these are my fertile period. Don't 'get pregnant'!" He said, "Oh, morning-after pills?" I nodded. He opened the small drawer of the bedside table, took out a box of pills, and handed it to me, saying, "This shouldn't be expired. You know how to use it, right? Let me get you a glass of water." I thought for a moment and playfully scolded him, "You were prepared all along! How many times have you used it?" He understood what I meant, came over, pressed my shoulders, and stared into my eyes, saying, "This is something I occasionally use when my wife comes home. Don't you believe me? I can tell you, when my wife isn't home, I've also seen other women, but I've never brought them home, and I always use condoms." "Only two women have lain on this bed so far: my wife and you!" Looking into his sincere eyes, I believed him. I nodded and said, "Thank you!" He paused for a moment and said, "Let's go get some breakfast after you take your medicine. I'm hungry too." I said, "I can't go eat like this!" He said, "Should I carry you back?" "Forget it, from today onwards, you don't need to stay upstairs anymore, just sleep here!" I punched him again and said, "Get lost! Go get my clothes!" He smiled and said, "Right, the one who tied the knot must untie it!" Hehe. He then went upstairs while putting on his pajamas. After taking the medicine, I thought of the sweet happiness of last night and felt very happy. I said to myself, "Sigh, I still couldn't hold back!" But I don't need to suppress my feelings anymore. Actually, isn't this pretty good? Maybe I'm not the little girl I used to be. Back then, I didn't want to be someone's mistress, but now, I feel that being a mistress can be sweet too. Perhaps, I can't live without Ming. Since it's already like this, then so be it. I thought to myself as I put the medicine back in the drawer. When I opened the drawer, I found it mostly contained common medications. But suddenly, I noticed a small box with a very revealing picture of a woman on it. Curious, I took it out to see what it was. —Looking back now, that moment was so crucial. Sometimes I even think that if I hadn't paid attention then, or hadn't taken it out to look, perhaps I wouldn't be like this now, perhaps my relationship with Ming wouldn't be the way it is. I took out the box and saw a very nude woman drawn on the lid. At first, I thought it was some kind of Viagra, but upon closer inspection, I was shocked. It turned out the medicine was called Japanese **powder.

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