Give me some game points and I'll trade my body for it.

In the autumn of 2007, I was still a manager at a large internet cafe in Jinan. My work was fulfilling and stable, filling me with anticipation for the future. However, one night, while I was on duty, playing a game in a secluded spot, a young girl with heavy makeup suddenly approached me and said, "Brother, can you buy me some game points?" I glanced at her but didn't say anything.
Unexpectedly, she didn't leave and repeated her question. I was a little angry but couldn't bring myself to say anything. "How much?" I suddenly asked. She said 50. I calmly asked her with a smile, "Why should I…?" The answer I received shocked me speechless… "I'll trade my body for yours!"
My surname is Ren, and my given name is Wei. Ren Wei is an internet cafe manager, both then and now. The story I'm about to tell begins with a game called "Audition Online." At the time, it caused a sensation throughout the country. Everyone, whether they knew how to play or not, would go to an internet cafe and play a few rounds.
I vividly remember that at its peak, over 150 out of 250 computers in an internet cafe were playing Audition Online. I didn't like the game, perhaps it was just a personal preference, unrelated to the game's content. The popularity of Audition Online introduced a new non-Western cultural art, which people called "non-mainstream." Early non-mainstream wasn't as fanatical as it became later; they simply used unusual characters to express their feelings. These unusual characters weren't the later "Martian script," but rather standard Chinese characters.
Later, non-mainstream developed into a significant force, with a considerable portion of its members originating from Audition Online. With the rapid increase in players, all sorts of new styles emerged, and "Martian script" was discovered during this period.
I stared in shock at the young girl in front of me, about 160cm tall, her long, pale yellow hair gently draped over her shoulders. When she said that, her face was so calm, strangely calm, unbelievably calm, so calm it frightened me.
I didn't speak; I could even feel my throat churning as I swallowed. Suddenly, as if remembering something, I looked around, and when no one was watching, I turned to look at the little girl in front of me.
I didn't speak, as if waiting for something. She took a step closer, her slender waist revealing her navel, and gently touched the table, asking softly, "Is it okay?" I wanted to refuse—that would be a lie—but I didn't dare agree. As an adult, I would never easily accept an invitation that was highly likely a scam.
"When?" I suddenly blurted out, startled by my own words. The little girl said, "You rinse first, then I'll go out with you." I looked at her body again; it was curvaceous, and although her breasts were a little small, they were still well-developed. I considered it for a moment, and then, almost involuntarily, nodded…
I left my seat, went to the first counter, and used my authority as a manager to order the cashier to give me a 50-yuan Jiuyou game card, then returned to my seat. The girl sat beside me waiting for me. As I handed her the card, I gave her a suspicious look: “When?” She said, “Right away.”
Without waiting for my permission, she grabbed my keyboard and typed into the Jiuyou recharge website… After the recharge was successful, I watched her enter the Audition Online store and buy several outfits, all for a month. Then, she opened the Audition Online game and changed into the purchased outfits one by one.
Seeing this, I realized that cold sweat had broken out on my forehead again. I began to doubt whether my decision was right. This might not be the first time she'd traded game cards this way, but if it was, hadn't my actions harmed a young girl? Besides, the clothes she was wearing were the kind bought with in-game currency, which made me even more uneasy. However, amidst this unease, there was also anticipation—anticipation for tonight.
After everything was settled, she went to the internet cafe entrance first. I gave her some instructions at the counter and followed her out. She bent over, turned her head to look at me, and stuck out her tongue… I wanted to take her straight to my place. I rented an apartment; the conditions were decent, not much worse than a typical hotel, and since I lived alone on the sixth floor, privacy was guaranteed.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped. I frowned, wondering if she was up to some trick, but then she said something I couldn't refuse: "Brother, I haven't eaten all day." I slowly walked over, my heart heavy. I even considered giving her 200 yuan to go home, but I preferred to believe that if I did, that yuan would just end up as game cards.
I told her to follow me, and following the streetlights, I headed towards the night market, which, luckily, was also the direction of where I lived. We ate some snacks on the way, the kind of mixed noodles, satay noodles. She ate three bowls in a row, and even though the bowls were a bit small, I could only eat two at a time. I thought to myself, she really was starving, but then I thought about how, even when she was so hungry, she had waited for me from 8 pm until late at night before coming to find me.
I didn't care much about a few pieces of clothing I couldn't see. After we finished eating, I led her out of the night market, walked a few hundred meters along the road, turned straight into a small alley, and walked a few steps up a dark corridor. During this time, she held my hand tightly, which made me a little uncomfortable.
She said she was afraid of the dark. I went into a stairwell, turned on the motion-sensor light, and only then did she let go. We went up to the sixth floor, opened the door, and I pushed her aside. Then I went back to the door, locked it from the inside, and the moment I turned around and saw her, I suddenly realized I had acted too impulsively… She fell to the ground. I quickly turned on the light, went over, and helped her up. She patted her hands and feet, smiled, and said, "I'm okay." I looked at her and said, "What should we do now…"
I don't know if it was because of the makeup or what, but I suddenly noticed that her face seemed a little red. My heart softened, and I said, "Go take a shower and wash off that makeup." She nodded and then went into the bathroom without a word.
My place is a large room with an ensuite bathroom. It's about 45 square meters and fairly clean. When I moved in, I even bought the paint and repainted it myself, so it looks brand new.
About half an hour later, she suddenly knocked on the bathroom door. I realized I didn't have a towel, so I quickly pulled one out of the closet, opened the bathroom door, and handed it to her. My bathroom door can't be locked from the inside; I did this intentionally because I live on the sixth floor. The bathroom has a window, and to keep it ventilated, I keep it open most of the time. The door might get slammed shut by the wind, and for various other reasons, it's better not to lock it.
She poked half her head out; her hair was still wet. Judging from the skin on her neck, she was either very well-maintained or very young—that was obvious, of course. Ten minutes later, she came out, wearing a towel. What I couldn't believe was that she... was actually a pretty girl, with exquisitely beautiful features, a sweet and delicate charm, somewhat resembling Song Hye-kyo, but with more of the typical Chinese beauty in her mouth and nose.
Tonight, I was actually going to spend the night with a girl like that! "I'm rich!" I roared internally, "Oh yeah!" like a crazy idiot. She quietly stepped out of the infirmary, like a beauty emerging from a bath, glancing around. Seeing me standing by the door waiting for her, she couldn't help but smile at me, "What are you
looking at?" But her expression betrayed her true feelings. She was nervous, extremely nervous. I could even hear the effort and trembling as she uttered those three words, her face flushed crimson.
Silently, I entered the infirmary, quickly undressed, and grabbed some shower gel, savoring the faint, natural scent still lingering in the small space. It was a subtle fragrance, a natural body odor unique to women, a scent that represented ease and vitality.
I quickly rinsed off, breaking my previous shower time record, finishing in less than five minutes. I ended this long rinse, feeling as if my soul was still being cleansed, hoping it would become even newer. I stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a pair of briefs; the bulging parts made me look somewhat impatient, like a wild beast pouncing on its prey. I
strode into the girl's room. She was sitting on the bed, waiting for my invasion, like a wounded antelope waiting for a lion to devour it. I gently lifted the fur covering the antelope, revealing two seemingly small but beautiful mounds of flesh. Two cherry-red nipples were not prominent, like two sleeping orchids.
I laid her small body flat; her body was light, her waist slender. After laying her flat, the mounds of flesh disappeared—no, they shouldn't have appeared in a different form. I stuck out my tongue and suddenly took it into my mouth…
but she dodged under the covers, and I crawled in too. All I heard was her soft panting: “Brother, let’s kiss first.” I froze, utterly stunned. Before I could even react, my mouth was already pressed against hers, frantically sucking on her slightly parted lips. I couldn’t help but grab her hands, pressing them tightly against the pillow. With each movement of her breasts, I noticed her legs were completely closed together. Next, I opened her legs.
I pressed my entire body against hers, removed my outer armor, and drew the sword every man possesses. She readily opened her legs, revealing her alluring private parts. Her pubic hair was sparse but clean, not like it had been shaved. I reached out and touched it a few times; it was already wet. I straightened my back, like a majestic general with tens of thousands of armored soldiers standing behind me, seemingly shouting incessantly, "Charge in...charge in..."
I didn't disappoint; as I thrust forward, she suddenly stopped me with her hand... I looked at her; her face was full of grievance, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at me, her voice trembling, as if afraid: "Brother, please be gentle, okay? I...it's my first time." At that moment, I was shocked!! It
was as if I had heard the most terrifying words in the world. I felt like I had encountered a shark in the sea, or a pride of lions hunting in the wilderness. I was like a frightened bird, my whole body leaning back. Looking at the girl before me, I felt as if a voice inside me was screaming, and another voice was refuting it. I knew these were my conscience and my impulse.
The two were clashing fiercely. I remained motionless in the same position until my conscience triumphed over my impulse, at which point I turned my body to the side and pulled up my panties. Yes, I'm not some saint, but I can't hurt anyone. If I sleep with this girl today, then next time, and the time after that, and the time after that… she'll sleep with someone else for the same trivial reason. She might become a prostitute, a woman who has lost everything. So, I can't do that, even if I'm a…
"Go back." I was a little out of breath. I didn't dare look at her. The more I saw that incomprehensible expression on her face, the deeper my guilt became. It was like a scripted dialogue. She shook her head and said, "You gave me some credit, aren't you going to sleep with me?"
At this moment, I was extremely conflicted. If I didn't, someone else would definitely do it later. Rather than letting someone else do it, I'd rather do it myself… But I was afraid of this and that. Such a beautiful girl is rare.
"I'm not going to sleep with you anymore, go back." I didn't look at her again, went into the bathroom, took out her clothes, and threw them on the bed. "Is it because I'm a virgin?" she asked. "If that's the case, then I'll find someone to deflower me, and then I'll sleep with you." These words were like a fuse, igniting the anger that had been dormant in my heart for a long time. I suddenly yelled at her, "You're a fucking bitch!"
I don't know where the anger came from, but as soon as I said it, I regretted it. The girl seemed stunned, and after a long while, she finally got out of bed and started to get dressed. I stood beside her until she was dressed and opened the door. I grabbed her, "Where are you going?" "
It's none of your business," she said. I didn't let go, and pulled her back onto the bed with force. "Going out so late, aren't you afraid of being..." she sneered. I thought for a moment and said, "I will!" She looked at me with disdain. "You dare say that? You think I wouldn't dare?" She stared into my eyes for a long time, then said dismissively, "You think you dare?"
Unfortunately, she couldn't understand my feelings at that moment. She probably thought that if I took her virginity, I would have to take responsibility for her, but actually, I was afraid of hurting her, afraid of ruining her future.
I didn't know her, didn't know what kind of girl she was, at least not that night. That night, we talked a lot, about her family, her parents who lived far away, her friends, her online friends, and her in-game husband. I felt a lot of pressure.
The price for keeping her here was that she had to borrow my computer to play all night, and she would go back to her friend's place the next morning. The next morning, I woke up to find her still playing Audition Online, seemingly unaware that I had gotten up, until I left for work… Returning to my apartment in the evening, I was shocked again the moment I opened the door—she was still playing Audition Online…
I knew she hadn't eaten. I took out 20 yuan and handed it to her, saying, “Go eat. Use the extra for your fare home. Don't come to the internet cafe again, and don't say you know me.” She took the money without a word, and stormed out without even closing the game. This left me feeling empty; such opportunities don't come every day. Oh well,
I'll just consider it a visit to a prostitute. Half an hour later, I had just finished washing clothes and was walking from the balcony into my room when I heard a soft knock. I was curious and expectant; I desperately hoped she had forgotten something. I opened the door. Sure enough, it was her. She looked at me and said, “I've finished eating,” then returned the 12 yuan I had taken from her. I was actually very excited, though I didn't know why.
I said, "Didn't you go back?" She said, "I have nowhere to stay." I asked, "Where did you stay before?" She said, "At a friend's house." I said, "You can go back to your friend's now." She said, "My friend has a boyfriend, so it
's inconvenient." I asked if she planned to stay with me indefinitely, and she actually nodded. I didn't want to refuse, really. Upon closer analysis, she seemed completely immersed in that virtual game world. At this rate, she would continue to be addicted and unable to break free.
The days passed by. Every morning I would leave her 10 yuan before leaving, and every evening I would bring her food back, sometimes we would eat together. After each meal, she would rush back to her computer to continue playing her game.
About ten days later, I forget exactly how long, I suddenly ran into her at an internet cafe during the day. She saw me and hurriedly left. I went to the counter and asked the cashier, who said she had bought a game card. I asked how much it cost, and the cashier said it was 100 yuan.
I was furious and chased after her! I was so angry!! I had saved the money I gave her for meals to buy game cards. I kept chasing her, even to the foot of my apartment, but she still wouldn't stop. Finally, I stormed into the room, and she had already used the game card to buy game cards.
I went over, grabbed her long orange hair, and threw her onto the bed. I pointed at her: "You haven't eaten lunch every day!" She didn't say anything, just glared at me, as if she hated me. "Say something!!" I suddenly yelled, and she said something that hurt me deeply: "So what if I do!"
I scoffed, feeling half my heart sink. I said to her sadly, "Do you know that's the money I gave you for meals? I have no obligation to support you, but when I do, you have to eat according to my schedule."
She said, "Stop talking nonsense, I'll pay you back!" I snapped at her, "How will you pay me back? What do you have that you don't have to pay me back?" "My body, isn't that enough?"
"Get out of here!" I laughed, my lips trembling. "Get out of here!!!" I yelled at her. She didn't answer, but walked towards me, slamming the door shut behind me. Then she walked in front of me, pulled up the short-sleeved shirt I'd bought for her, and took it all off. Pants, underwear, underpants—she stripped completely naked. She took my hand, placed it on her chest, and began to rub my hand against her breasts…
I shoved her away, saying, "You're spineless!" I turned and stormed out. As I went down the stairs, I rushed down, tears welling in my eyes. I didn't know why; it felt so similar to my last heartbreak. I was in so much pain. Finally, I sat on the second floor and cried. As a man, I cried. I didn't even understand why I was crying, why I was crying, but a woman had made me cry, a naked woman at that…
Five days later, in the evening, when I returned home, she was gone. All I could see on the monitor was a single line of large text in my document: "I will never be a virgin again!" Upon seeing this, my mind went blank, and I stormed out. I wanted to call her, but I didn't know her name. We'd been living together for half a month, always just calling each other "hello," never revealing our names.
I quickly went downstairs to the nearest internet cafe, but after searching several, I couldn't find her. We'd spent a considerable amount of time together in the past two weeks, but not much time truly spent together. I really didn't know where she was. I searched for almost half an hour, my heart pounding like a drowning calf. Just as I was about to collapse, my phone suddenly rang.
It was an unfamiliar number. "I'm at the Sunshine Hotel," a familiar voice came through, a little cold. I felt a mix of joy and anxiety. Joy at finding her, anxiety because she said she was at a hotel. "What are you doing there? Do you know I'm looking for you?" "I don't know, I'm in bed, not wearing any clothes." "What do you mean?" Her next words sent me plummeting from heaven to the depths of hell! "I just finished with someone..."
How could you do that to me? Don't you know how much pain I'm in? How could you do that to me? How could you do that to me? I wanted to scream those words into the phone, but I didn't. I remained silent. Her voice came through the phone again, "Hurry up and come. I'm in room 317. If you don't come, I'll walk naked through the hotel, keep walking, keep walking..." Then she hung up.
My whole body went limp. Desolation and despair were the perfect words to describe my feelings at that moment. I walked aimlessly toward the Sunshine Hotel. I don't know how long I walked; it felt like a long time, yet it felt like very short. When I finally arrived, it was already nine o'clock at night.
I went up to the third floor and knocked on the door of room number 7. Soon after, the door opened. Sure enough, she was naked. Seeing her completely naked, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, and they streamed down my face. I crouched by the door, sobbing uncontrollably. Even after she pulled me inside, my sobs didn't stop…
She took off my shirt and pressed her immature breasts against my back, trying to soothe my wounded skin. But the movement of her breasts only made the wounds appear larger…
“Do you like me, brother?” she suddenly asked, her fragrant, stray hairs fluttering on my shoulder. I didn't answer. “You like me, right?” She suddenly laughed. “Brother, I lied to you. I didn't sleep with anyone else.” Those words were like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline. I frantically turned my head. “What did you say?” “I lied to you, brother. I just wanted to know if you would come looking for me.”
I was stunned. Looking at the smug expression on her face, I was completely dumbfounded. Without the slightest hesitation, I pushed her down onto the bed. Her face immediately turned bright red. She looked at me and said, "Brother, I know you're afraid I'll get hurt, right?" I wasn't used to this kind of dialogue, which sounded like something out of a dance game, but I understood the general meaning. I nodded. She said, "Brother, I won't get hurt. I'm willing."
Following the tips of her hair, we began to kiss. The kiss was gentle. I don't know where she learned it, but she kissed with considerable skill, her tongue swirling around like a snake. I pressed myself against her, one hand caressing her breasts, my index finger and thumb kneading her nipples. She gradually became aroused, but her slender waist remained pressed tightly against my increasingly powerful lower body. I reached out and touched her private parts, and her waist immediately tensed.
"Open your legs," I said gently. She nodded, her legs slightly parted, but it wasn't enough. I used both hands to spread them wide, almost to her limit. She didn't seem to be in pain; she just bit her fingers, seemingly unconcerned that I was observing her genitals so closely. A deep red crevice flowed with a barely perceptible warm current. I positioned myself, rubbing my lower body against her clitoris a few times, before finally thrusting forward and plunging my sword into her cunt.
She cried out, her entire waist arching rapidly, her hips swaying slightly as if adjusting her position. I began to move slowly. She closed her eyes, her expression revealing her first experience of truly enduring something extraordinary.
I gradually deepened my penetration, each thrust more profound than the last, to open up the unexplored territory. Finally, she slowly adjusted, and I began to increase my speed. Her expressions were incredibly varied, sometimes clenching her teeth, sometimes sticking out her tongue, each sensation seemingly different. I sped up, and the sounds of "slap," "slap," finally rang out, and I felt a stream of fluid flow from my testicles. I knew it represented the virginity of the girl beneath me.
But I remained fearless. Like a valiant general charging into battle, I thrust rapidly. She finally couldn't help but cry out, moaning softly, sometimes drawn out, sometimes rapid.
With each thrust, her barely noticeable breasts swayed. I pressed my body against hers, sucking on her tongue, savoring its agility and the softness of her buttocks.
My speed increased, stimulating my senses in various ways, trying to reach that final moment quickly, because I didn't want her to suffer too much. Unexpectedly, she said, "Brother, slow down, don't ejaculate too soon..."
After that night, this girl, to some extent, "legitimately" became my girlfriend. At the time, I didn't think about what would happen to us, how long we could last. I simply hoped she would grow up quickly. At only eighteen, if she continued to be addicted to games, she would eventually become the biggest obstacle to our future.
After starting a relationship with her, I felt intense financial pressure. After that, she repeatedly asked me to buy her game cards. The first few times were fine, but later it was 100 yuan at a time, and once she even demanded 300 yuan. When I refused the first time, she didn't speak to me for two days.
For the first two months, most of my salary went to her game cards. She spent it on in-game chat, buying clothes as gifts, and even more outrageously, she spent nearly 300 yuan on in-game chat for her friend's wedding.
I simply couldn't accept this. All I got in return for my money was physical pleasure. Later, sleeping with her felt like having sex with a cold, lifeless woman. Finally, in our third month of dating, due to financial pressure and other factors, I stopped this foolish behavior of buying her game cards, and we broke up…

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