I made a move on my friend's girlfriend. (Part 4)

Author: fihi362
Date: 2017/3/1 Published: 2017/3/1
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Since childhood, I've had a dream: to travel the world, to go to all sorts of fun
places—foreign lands, forests, deep mountains, and towering buildings. Those vividly described,
enchanting fairylands, captured by authors' exquisite writing, were my childhood dreams.
However, as I grew up, I started to dislike going out. I only went out when absolutely necessary. Walking was tiring, and what was the point
of going out alone? Seeing couples on the street and in restaurants, while I was all alone
, ordering a single-person meal, spending money only to feel depressed—it wasn't worth it. So gradually, I stopped liking to go out
and preferred staying home. I think this is a common problem for many modern men who prefer staying home: no friends, no social interaction, no
one to go out with—it's a vicious cycle leading to a dead end. The only way to escape this predicament is self-help.
Yes, self-help! I found the truth in an instant, and I was extremely excited. This was nothing short of a transformative
remedy. As long as I followed the prescription, I would be cured in no time.
Universities require first-year students to run in the morning. Middle and high schools had
similar requirements, but in middle school it was for extra points on the physical education exam—it was a matter of life and death, so even if you didn't tell them, they would still
exercise. In high school, I think it was to prevent students from becoming dull-witted from studying in the classroom. If they didn't run a couple of laps,
they might fall asleep during the college entrance exam, which would be a lifelong regret. In university, it's a strict requirement; it's a notice issued by the Ministry of Education, and who
dares to disobey?
However, this requirement only applies to the first semester of first-year students. In the second semester
, they don't care anymore. The homeroom teacher is too lazy to enforce it, and the students are even lazier to get up. So, you can count the
number of students on the playground in the morning on your fingers. Among them is a boy from my class.
His name is Duan Kun, a rare surname. Because of a certain novel, everyone likes to call him "
Prince Duan." He's a comedian himself, a native of Northeast China, with a natural sense of humor.
He gets along well with everyone in the class; even someone as quiet as me gets teased and made to talk for a while by him
.
Duan Kun is 1.8 meters tall, considered average, but according to him, he's short in Northeast China. His
well-defined muscles always attract attention from girls on the street in the summer, and he likes to show them off
; he's quite flamboyant.
"Can I run with you tomorrow?"
I mustered my courage and asked.
He was very calm, seemingly unsurprised, but rather very happy. "Sure, why not? I'm
so tired of running alone every day. It's great to have someone to run with."
He seemed genuinely happy, even swearing a little.
I went to bed early that night and set my alarm. I was woken up at six the next morning. The alarm
was so loud it woke up my roommate across from me. He mumbled curses under his breath, and I sneered inwardly. "
You guys were playing games and yelling the loudest when it was time to sleep, but you never
thought about me then!" I thought.
I have the fewest clothes in my entire life, just a pitiful few sets of sportswear. I just threw one on.
Duan Kun came out from across the hall when I left. We talked as we walked towards the track, though he did
most of the talking.
When we got there, there were already four or five people running. This was the first time I'd gotten up this early to run since my first semester of freshman year
. The wide circular track was a bit deserted with only four or five people scattered around
.
"Let's go, let's warm up first, otherwise we might get cramps,"
Duan Kun reminded me of the precautions for my first long-distance run. He explained that in our freshman year, we were supposed to run 3000
meters, but in reality, we slacked off and lazily, barely managing 1000 meters.
As I warmed up, I excitedly looked at the track stretching to the basketball court across the street. This was
a step towards changing myself; I was going to say goodbye to my past self from here.
The school's track was a standard 400-meter track. I was already panting after less than two laps and wanted to
stop and rest, but Duan Kun turned back to encourage and spur me on, telling me to run slowly and not
rush.
Watching the boys run past me, the anger I had suppressed for so long told me I couldn't
lose to them like this, so I gritted my teeth and kept running.
In this agonizing hell, I recalled the scene in the electronic reading room that day. Almost two
weeks had passed, and naturally, Zixia wouldn't agree to Ahe's kiss in public. I felt both disappointed
and somewhat comforted. Not getting a kiss from the girl I liked was naturally disheartening, but I could also console myself
by saying that she was still a good girl, just corrupted by Ahe.
From that day on, I intentionally or unintentionally distanced myself from Ahe. I felt my dignity had been insulted by him. He
had assumed Zixia wouldn't dare do it, which was why he made that bet with her; he also believed that
no girl would be foolish enough to kiss a guy like me.
His thinking made me feel that he didn't consider me a friend at all, only doing it out of politeness. Sometimes he would come over
and ask me to play games, and I always had to oblige.
When I reached my fourth lap, I made a crucial decision: I would forget Zixia.
She was no longer my goddess. I would start a new life, and I would go find the girl who was truly worth my devotion
.
Suddenly, I don't know where the strength came from, but I started running like a madman, my flesh jiggling
. Duan Kun, who was ahead of me, was so shocked he forgot to run. When I reached the finish line, I didn't care about anything anymore and
lay down on my back on the grass. The newly grown blades of grass prickled painfully.
"Wasn't that awesome?"
Duan Kun sat down beside me. I took my last breath and said, "Fuck, that was awesome!"
I found that spending a lot of time with Duan Kun made me really want to swear. Usually, I'd keep it bottled up,
but today I could finally let it all out without any restraint.
"Good job! You ran so fast on the last lap, you scared me!"
"Was I fast? I didn't think so."
"Of course you didn't think so. Everyone gets tired on the last lap, so your speed can't compare to the beginning
. Your speed was already pretty fast."
I smiled happily.
For the next few weeks, I got up early every morning to go for a run with Duan Kun. My roommates found out
, and when the alarm rang, they didn't say anything anymore; they just pulled the covers over their heads and went back to sleep.
That day, I went running alone. Duan Kun said he was going to do a temporary part-time job; he'd left school the day before
, so someone could just call his name during roll call.
When someone is originally alone, and suddenly someone appears to chat with and become
a friend, you quickly develop a dependence on them.
That's how I felt about Duan Kun. I thought of him as an older brother, taking care of me and telling me everything
. Later, during a casual conversation, he told me that he used to think I was withdrawn and
difficult to get along with because I didn't talk much, and he never thought to get to know me better.
I was shocked. So that's how others saw me. I always thought I was just too
honest and kind, and that others might have looked down on me. It made me realize
how terrible subjective imagination can be when we don't have a comprehensive understanding of things.
That day, the weather was beautiful, the sun was out early. As I approached the playground, I suddenly saw
figures flash by in the grove. Curious, I glanced over and saw a man and a woman from behind.
I wondered why they were going in there. Weren't they going for a run?
Because I enjoy reading erotic novels, I knew all the erotic scenes by heart. A thought flashed through my mind
, and I panicked. Were they going to do *that*?
I looked around the playground; it was unusually deserted today. I looked around again, but
couldn't find a soul. Come to think of it, it would be a miracle if anyone got up at this hour.
My curiosity suddenly surged, or perhaps a voyeuristic urge would be more accurate.
Our school principal, a lover of refined things, had planted many trees and bamboo around the playground,
and even built a small pavilion on the back side of the field. In spring and summer, one could sit there to cool off, but in this awful weather—too cold in spring and
too hot in summer—who would want to go there for no reason?
I guessed those two people were a couple, and the only way they could go was to that pavilion
. I initially considered following their route, but then I thought, with all those leaves on the ground, stepping on them would definitely make
noise, and it would be terrible if they heard me.
So, the greater the desire, the greater the motivation. I mustered all my strength and
ran straight to the other end of the playground. This is where the stamina I'd developed recently came in handy.
I went around to the other end of the playground from the back to avoid being discovered, but the pavilion
was located at a corner. As I approached, I could faintly hear voices. I didn't dare peek
out, afraid of being discovered.
They were speaking very softly, and the early morning wind was strong, making the leaves rustle, which further interfered
with my listening.
But soon I heard that familiar female moaning sound. I had only ever heard it on a computer before; this was
the first time I had heard it live. Even then, I couldn't believe that the tropes in novels had become
reality. Two student lovers were having sex in broad daylight on campus. Just thinking about it made my heart jump
out of my chest.
The girl tried her best to control her voice, but the boy seemed to want to hear
her lewd moans even more. Several times, I could hear the sounds of flesh colliding.
The silent woods, the hormones raging among the young couple, and
me, trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, my hand gripping my penis uncontrollably—it was such a harmonious and intriguing scene.
Perhaps due to the time constraints, the couple didn't go at it for an hour like in the movies .
Less than ten minutes had passed since I ran there to eavesdrop on their ending and hurriedly pulled up my pants. They
didn't talk much during the encounter, quite different from what I had imagined or read in novels. The man seemed to be solely focused on his
girlfriend, or perhaps he did say something, but the whistling wind impaired my hearing.
I was certain they left because I heard the crunching of leaves underfoot; I was glad I hadn't
come from that direction.
I waited for about three or four minutes before cautiously peeking out. It was the same little pavilion
, the same grove of trees, but the passion was gone.
I searched around the pavilion for any traces they had left behind to confirm I wasn't just daydreaming.
The pavilion was an antique-style structure with four upturned eaves, containing a round stone table and four surrounding
stone benches, exuding a classic charm.
I found some water stains on the ground, standing out starkly in their place. Besides
that, there was nothing else; with the sunlight, this evidence would eventually disappear.
I was unwilling to accept this. Had nothing been left at all? I already had a concrete
image in my mind, but I wanted to prove my deduction correct.
I expanded my search to the surrounding area. With the changing seasons, fallen leaves were scattered everywhere, rotting
and nourishing the land, but I had no time for poetry then.
Just as I was about to despair, a pink light appeared out of place under some leaves. My heart
nearly jumped out of my chest. This was right. I picked up the condom, still
wrapped in a pink casing. Inside was a milky white liquid, already beginning to turn into water.
Damn! Someone actually had sex at school! That was my first thought. Although
almost twenty minutes had passed, I was still completely stunned before that. This is something many people...
Everyone has had this experience: when you hear or see something unbelievable, there's always a moment when
you feel like you're dreaming, rather than immediately confirming it's real.
As they left, I wondered if the guy ejaculated inside or used a condom. I figured it
was more likely he used one, since he'd need to shower afterward, and the school showers weren't open yet. He
'd definitely be spotted by his classmates if he smelled like semen.
As for them leaving the condom there instead of taking it, I guessed that
once a condom is full of semen, you can't just hold it in your hand or put it in your pocket—there's no trash can here
. The only solution is to throw it away. Even if someone finds this mysterious condom years later, so what
?
After that encounter with the couple in the wild, my mind was in turmoil, followed by disappointment. In my
mind, "student" was such a pure word, and student romances should be so innocent. But recent
domestic youth films have been telling me that student romances inevitably involve sex, pregnancy, abortion, and extramarital affairs
.
I used to be very averse to those kinds of teen movies. I felt they were killing my childhood
hopes for a better world. Even after I actually went to university and saw couples holding hands, I just thought
they were only holding hands, and only bad girls would go to hotels with men.
I didn't want to believe that Zixia and Ahe had a physical relationship. Even if they were boyfriend and girlfriend,
even if Zixia had fallen from her pedestal in my heart, I still didn't want her to become worse. If
they were just holding hands, kissing, and occasionally caressing each other, I would still be willing to treat her as a good girl
, and she would still be worth my fantasies.
But I'm not a stupid goat who buries his head in the sand and thinks it's dark just because he's blindfolded. I repeatedly recalled
and imagined that couple having sex in the wild and the various students around me. Looking at their beaming smiles and
seemingly mature and skillful licentious behavior, I became more and more convinced of my guess and that warning: university is a
small society, not an ivory tower.
When my dreams were shattered, I was heartbroken and furious. I couldn't find the answers to save
myself. I didn't want to become like them. I still wanted to see love as the most beautiful and pure thing
. If even student love becomes like adult love, filled with lust, then are there any pure
girls left in the world?
Later, reflecting on myself, I realized I didn't think I was so great or so detached from the world. I
was the most despicable and shameless person. My heart wasn't
troubled or disappointed by the fact that pure love was tainted by desire; it was simply because I wasn't the one who tainted it—to put it bluntly,
I wasn't the one who slept with girls—that I felt disgusted, angry, and regretful. If
someone told me now that I could do whatever I wanted with any woman in the school, I would definitely get every
woman in the school pregnant. That's my true nature.
Of course, this is a conclusion I reached after reflection, and I'm ultimately not a true thinker. After a
week or so, I forgot about the resentment and pain because something even more explosive and shocking
came my way: Ahe and Zixia had broken up.
This was the news I got from Ahe himself, it was absolutely true. I was playing a game when Ahe
's phone rang again. We chatted for a few minutes, and as usual, we were going to eat later. I casually asked,
"Zixia asked you to eat? This game is almost over."
"Bullshit! It wasn't her. It happened a long time ago, we broke up a long time ago."
Ahe said this so casually, while my jaw almost dropped. "
Really?"
"Damn it, why would I lie to you about something like this? Ask her yourself if you don't believe me. Damn, trying to trick me, you little brat
."
Ahe's mind was completely focused on the game; the breakup seemed to have nothing to do with him
. My mind was racing. Really? False? They broke up? Then Zixia isn't alone now? Everyone says that
women are most easily moved after a breakup. If I were to pursue her now, would I have a good chance
of winning her heart? But is it appropriate for me to pursue her? Ah-He and I are brothers and classmates.
So many questions are swirling in my mind.

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