After forcing himself on the fashion designer, he raped her until she was limp at his lover's house.

A few years ago, I was working in Hangzhou. At a party, I met a female colleague who was a civil servant. She was single, and we quickly became lovers. She lived near West Lake, and I would stay at her place on weekends or when I needed to run errands at the government office the next day.

At that time, QQ was still popular, and WeChat was just emerging. I've always been quick to adopt new technologies, and after successfully installing it, I actually managed to connect with a girl who had just graduated from university on the very first day. She studied fashion design and lived in an older neighborhood not far from my lover's place, working as a designer at a textile company.

Because my lover and I were deeply in love at the time, and I was quite busy with work, we only chatted online. One day, after finishing overtime and thinking about the meeting the next day, I inexplicably drove to my lover's house. Just as I was about to open the door, I realized it was already past 11 p.m. My lover usually went to bed early, and since I hadn't told her I was coming, she must have locked the door.

Not wanting to wake her, I simply messaged the young designer, inviting her for a late-night snack. Coincidentally, she was still awake, and after much persuasion, she agreed to meet me.

I drove to the agreed-upon location, and soon a long-haired, graceful girl, about 175cm tall, approached.

We found a seafood restaurant and chatted happily about everything under the sun. She mentioned she was a junior colleague of Professor Ma, Peng Liyuan's personal fashion designer, which immediately made me shudder. We talked about her ex-boyfriend, who was a year younger than her, like a child, and they broke up right after graduation.

Getting into the conversation, we ordered a bottle of Shaoxing wine. Northeastern girls, regardless of their alcohol tolerance, are known for their willingness to drink, even though many may not actually enjoy it. That's just the drinking culture in Northeast China—if you don't drink in a group, you'll be accused of being pretentious.

I also learned that her landlords were a young couple from the same city. They had come to Hangzhou early, saved up, and bought an old, secondhand apartment with one large and one small bedroom, renting out the smaller one to help with the mortgage payments.

Anyway, we had a great time, and it was almost 1 a.m. by the time we finished eating. I suggested we find a place to rest, but the girl objected. I insisted on taking her with me. We went to two hotels, but neither was available. We then went to a budget hotel further away. Checking in required two IDs, so I asked the girl to show hers as well. She was quite compliant and handed her ID to the receptionist.

At first, the girl just sat on the sofa watching TV. I sat down too, holding her close, and we watched together, stroking her shoulders and kissing her fingers. The girl got up and said she wanted to leave, but I replied that I was too drunk to see her off, explaining that we both had to work the next day and she should rest.

She took off her coat to shower, and got into bed wearing only her shirt and underwear, telling me not to move. I lay down next to her, and we slowly embraced and kissed her forcefully. She struggled, got up, and said she would take a taxi home. While still kissing her, I said, "We used two IDs to check in. Everyone knows we're staying in the same room. Even if we leave, people will think we've been having sex. It's too much of a loss to leave like this."

Women often need a reason, so she reluctantly lay back down.

The girl was very thin. I grabbed her wrists with my left hand and pinned them above her head, while my right hand gradually peeled off her clothes. When I got to her cartoon underwear, she resisted more violently. When my fingers entered from the side and touched her vulva, her body tensed up instantly. Everything I touched was a wet, cool, and completely soaked expanse.

I pressed my left leg down on her right leg, and with my right hand, I spread her left leg apart. Suddenly, I thrust my penis in. The girl froze, my penis moving back and forth, slowly penetrating her.

Frankly, I was reminded of the scene in the movie *Saving Private Ryan* where the German slowly plunges a dagger into the chest of an American soldier.

The girl initially cried out softly, but then stopped struggling.

Eileen Chang said in *Lust, Caution*, "The passage to a woman's soul is her vagina," and that's certainly true.

It was around 4 a.m. when I finished. The girl was exhausted and quickly fell asleep. I barely slept. I actually had important business the next day, so I left the girl 200 yuan and rushed to the office early to get to work.

Afterwards, I often thought of her tall, slender figure, fair skin, low, hoarse voice, her convulsing body and flushed cheeks during orgasm, and I maintained contact with her afterward. The girl also developed feelings for me.

About half a month later, near the end of the workday, the girl invited me to her place for dumplings. I brought a bottle of red wine. The girl had already mixed the mushroom and vegetable filling and was rolling out the dumpling wrappers.

The girl said that the landlord worked the afternoon shift and wouldn't be back until after 8 pm because his wife had gone home to give birth, and I was a little worried. The room was small, and the kitchen had limited space; some dumplings even broke during cooking, but I was still very touched.

While we were eating, the landlord came back, and I called him to join us. He replied that he had already eaten.

The landlord was a homebody; he greeted me and then closed the door to play games. We cleaned up the kitchen and sat in her tiny room to watch a movie. I held her in my arms, kissed her earlobe, and gently rubbed her nipples with my fingertips, but we didn't do anything else.

My lover had a relative's wedding over the weekend, so after work on Friday, I drove straight back to Shenzhen to visit my parents.

My lover is a Scorpio, highly intelligent, shrewd, and ruthless. After her husband cheated on her, she decisively divorced him, leaving him with nothing. She now lives alone in this two-bedroom apartment she bought during her university years.

Dating a woman like that requires both enjoyment and extreme caution. Feeling bored, I tidied up the apartment a bit, concealing any distinctive items, and then invited the girl out for dinner at Jiangnan Commune. After a few drinks, I took her back to my lover's place.

No woman doesn't dream of owning her own home, and girls are no exception, especially those who have left their hometowns to work hard. Looking at the small but cozy apartment, the girl was quite excited (I hope you can forgive my necessary lie).

Leaning against the headboard, the girl nestled against my chest, recounting her childhood experiences. She talked about her parents' divorce, how she deliberately tormented herself, how she studied relentlessly far from home, how her father had arranged a civil service job for her back home, but she couldn't get along with her stepmother and didn't want to lose her profession… She broke down in tears as she spoke.

I pulled her into my arms, kissing away her tears; she was trembling all over… Feeling that I wasn't fully erect, she slid down and gave me oral sex. Although she wasn't very skilled, her dedication to pleasing me still moved me. I lifted her off the bed, stood up, and thrust in. The

girl clung to my neck, her legs effortlessly knotting around my waist. The 90-pound girl seemed weightless. I carried her, exploring every corner of the room, steadily thrusting, listening to her hoarse moans in my ear, until we both collapsed onto the bed. That night, I barely slept a wink again.

I woke up the next day at noon. The girl shyly washed the sweat-stained sheets for me and then hopped away.

I bought air freshener, opened all the windows and doors to ventilate the room, and checked the sheets, duvet cover, pillowcases, floor, washing machine, and bathroom to make sure there was no hair left.

We met up a few more times after that, but I made sure she knew there was no future for us, and she gradually faded away.

I learned on QQ that she was apprenticed under a master craftsman making Yixing teapots. Not long after, I went to Brazil for a project, and that relationship ended there.

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