【Yueyue】（01）Author: Demon(w1985jc)

Author: demon (w1985jc)
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Chapter 1

April exams are coming up again, but I've given up again out of habit. One day in March, I was playing Lianzhong World
Baohuang at an internet cafe, chatting and searching for women to add on chat. You all know why I was chatting,
but WeChat didn't exist in 2009, and the term you use now wasn't popular.

Age 22 to 30, female, Beijing, okay, add if they meet these three criteria, that's called casting a wide net.
One woman born in 1978 accepted my request. Her screen name was "Grown-up Caterpillar," and her profile picture was
of a girl with a small face and two braids, smiling and showing her teeth. Her signature was: "A colorful world, let the grown-up caterpillar
fly freely." After a few simple words, I started flirting, and she didn't seem to mind. Probably, during our first chat,
I sent her my photo first, then a photo of myself with an erection, and asked her which was bigger, hers or her husband's
. She said they were about the same size. So, this was the beginning of our love, or perhaps just a casual fling.
Whether it was love or just sex, in March 2009, I added her, chatted for a while, and exchanged photos. That was the beginning.

Sometimes, I'm a patient person. For example, when I'm interested in a woman, I'm
not in a rush to ask for photos, phone numbers, or to meet her. After chatting with "Growing Up Caterpillar" a few times, I saw she had a webcam
, so I said, "Sister, you have video?" I only said that, without actually asking for a video call. Her tone was familiar
—insincere or saying one thing but meaning another—seemingly cold as she said, "I won't meet you, and I won't video call you." Hearing
this, I felt a little disappointed, but not completely hopeless. I knew women's fickleness and
their self- . I thought, let's see how far it goes.

A few days after we said that, we video chatted. She was wearing a yellow-green sweater, with
short hair that just covered her ears, and her eyes were smiling like crescent moons. Maybe it's because there aren't many beautiful women online, so she looked pretty good in comparison. Or maybe
she really does look a bit like Weng Xiaomeng. Anyway, the moment I saw her on the video, I was a little surprised and my heart fluttered: "Sister,
you look a bit like Weng Xiaomeng from CCTV-5!" She said she didn't know her, and I said it's normal that you don't know her since she's not very famous.
As I said that, I casually sent her a picture of Xiaomeng wearing a yellow shirt, smiling sideways, looking very pure and sweet.
After seeing the picture of Xiaomeng, my sister said, "I'm not as pretty as her." I was taken aback, thinking, who said you're prettier than her? It's just that
some parts are similar, you look like her but you're not as pretty. You know that yourself, there's no need to say it out loud, haha, because I
know you're not as pretty as her. Of course, I couldn't say that. She then asked, "Do you like her a lot?" I remembered
how I used to be infatuated with Xiaomeng. I really liked her, but I forced myself not to be obsessed. So, in my memory, I
didn't really like her that much, or that much. I answered casually, "No, my favorite celebrity is
the Taiwanese singer Meng Tingwei."

Our conversation was uneventful; neither of us showed strong affection or desire. Perhaps I didn't know
what to say, afraid of bothering her. Sometimes when she was online, I wouldn't actively talk to her. There were less than
twenty days , that
reason is ridiculous. Can't I just pass one subject at a time? One afternoon, while playing a card game, she sent a message with a window
shake : "What are you doing? You're not replying to me." I said, "I'm not ignoring you," and then I logged off the game and chatted with her.

At 24, youth was still there, but I was wasting it. One day, she drank with her best friend. When she got home in the afternoon,
we video chatted. Her expression hadn't changed, her smile was still friendly, but with an added allure. Then, she forcefully
thrust out her high, firm breasts. This initiative caught me off guard. She told me she had been drinking. Another
time , unrelated to alcohol, she was just being horny and trying to tease me. She stood up, bent over, and pulled down
her collar. I thought, "How high does she have to pull it to show me the
cleavage between her ample breasts?" So I tentatively said, "Lift up your shirt, let me see from below." I just said it casually, but to my surprise, she
actually did. A two-tone bra, a pair of soft, full breasts encased inside,
hung in front of me through the computer screen… I took a screenshot and sent it to a friend, feeling smug. He asked, "Where did you get this
girl?" I didn't really answer him, just thought to myself, "A girl? She's five years older than me, has a three-year-old child, and she calls herself
a girl ." Speaking of her daughter, after I confessed my feelings to her, she held her little daughter in her arms, cheek to cheek, and said,
"If you want to be with me, you have to be able to accept her." I was stunned. I said I liked her, and I really
did, but when did I say I wanted to marry her? Of course, I never said that. She often laughed, reminding me
of a saying: "A girl who laughs a lot is lucky." I said, "Sister, you laugh so much," and she
replied with a helpless tone, "I have to laugh in front of her, don't I?" During that time, she wasn't working and stayed home with her daughter. Her daughter often
wanted her to play, but she was always playing cards online, jokingly telling me, "I'm not a good mother, I only care about
myself." I thought, "You're not a bad mother, but sometimes you're also a
little girl who needs to be loved and pampered."

Her husband was her second boyfriend, whom she met in her early twenties while serving in the army in Shenyang. Before him, she had
a boyfriend, a classmate from vocational school, who was also her first man. After I fell in love with her, he became
the man I envied and was jealous of. Of course, her husband was also the man I envied and was jealous of. Perhaps because of youth, perhaps
because of her fickle nature, perhaps there were other possibilities, in her second year in Shenyang? She
got together success. Her first love took the train from Beijing to Shenyang to see her, bringing a large bouquet of roses. She refused to
see him, but she missed him and didn't want to lose him. She cried and cried, she cried constantly during that time. But she had already
fallen in love with someone else and chose to say goodbye to her old love. Actually, when I learned about her past,
I had already fallen for her, even if it wasn't love yet. I was already happy for her happiness and saddened by her
sadness . She said that every argument would eventually come back to the fact that she hadn't given him her virginity, while he
had given her his. I think most men would regret not giving their beloved woman their virginity,
but that wouldn't affect their love or their relationship. But a chauvinistic man like her husband is
hopeless.

We flirted like this through the computer screen. She often took the initiative to tease me, or she would do whatever I suggested.
For example, one day she was home alone. She made herself scrambled eggs with tomatoes for lunch. When we chatted in the afternoon, she was wearing a white
outfit . I casually suggested she take it off, and she actually did, revealing a red bra and
the two mounds of flesh beneath. Her breasts weren't small, and perhaps because she had breastfed, they looked very soft.
I forget if her face appeared in the photos along with her breasts, but I remember she didn't seem to emphasize not taking screenshots or photos. About a month after we
met , she said, "Let's go to Tiananmen Square." Perhaps I suggested this location first,
or perhaps she thought it was the safest place to meet someone she met online. I said, "Okay," but she changed her mind again
. I was a little disappointed, but I had already seen a glimmer of hope.

One morning in April, I lay listlessly in bed, my legs propped up on the south-facing headboard, thinking of her,
remembering how she looked when we first video chatted, wearing a yellow-green sweater. This sister, who resembled Xiaomeng, became my
new emotional anchor. She added me on QQ with a different account; her profile picture was a black penguin, and her name was Yueyue.
She said, "Just call me Yueyue. I like this name, and I like it when people call me that." I said, "Okay."

The exams arrived as scheduled. I went to the exam center for every single one, but I was just going through the motions. At the end of April, she started
looking for a job, and she finally agreed to meet. That day, she had finished her interview in the morning, and we agreed to meet at the Fuxingmen subway
station . I was wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans. As I walked out of the subway and towards the exit, I looked around for the beautiful figure
I had been longing for. My eyes didn't land on her, but were first
drawn to a woman's gentle yet cool voice. "Where are you looking? Can't you see me with four eyes?" Following the soft voice, I
saw a woman with short hair that barely covered her ears looking at me intently. Her expression seemed to want to smile, but it wasn't. She was dressed in white, blue
jeans, and flat shoes. My heart pounded. This was Yueyue? The Yueyue who looked slightly like
Weng Xiaomeng but wasn't as pretty? She was much prettier in person than in the video! Her eyes were bigger, her makeup
more refined, and she exuded more femininity. Her comment, "Where are you looking? You can't see anything with four eyes," was full of a woman
's coquettish complaint and playful grumbling. My feelings for her seemed to change the moment we met. Yes, besides wanting a one-night
stand, something else stirred within me.

After exiting the subway, it was around 11 o'clock. We crossed the street side-by-side. I forget who suggested it,
but we decided to go eat. We went to a restaurant she used to frequent. I live in the northern part of the city, while she's from Miyun
but now rents an apartment in Fengtai, near the South Third Ring Road. Her workplace is along Chang'an Avenue, so
she's more familiar with the area than I am. I walked cautiously alongside her, wanting to get closer but hesitant to make the first move. I vaguely
sensed we were getting closer, as if she was intentionally leaning against my right shoulder and arm, brushing against me with almost every step.
I wondered if this was a hint. Without further hesitation, I extended my right hand and gently grasped her left. She obediently let
me hold her hand, and we walked to the restaurant entrance. During this time, I felt an unusual hardness in a certain part of my body.

It was a small, fairly clean restaurant. She was five years older than me, and at that moment she seemed like an older sister,
and I like her younger brother. She smiled and said, "What do you want to eat? Order whatever you like." I remember ordering something like
stir-fried chicken? I was sure I'd also ordered braised pork intestines, but that dish didn't taste like intestines; it tasted more like pig's stomach. We ordered
three dishes and two bowls of rice. After the food arrived, I started eating, head down. Actually, I wanted to chat with her more, but
I was still a little nervous and reserved. She was 29, mature and alluring; I was 24, no longer naive, but still
immature and reserved. Perhaps because of her love of food, she finished eating before me, and with a somewhat flirtatious smile, said, "I'm
smoking I glanced at her, then said, head down, "Go ahead." It was as if she'd invited me out; she wanted to seduce me.

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