[The Sound Next Door] (09-14) Author: Phoenix Courtyard Fragrance

Author: Phoenix Courtyard Fragrance
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Chapter Nine

From that day on, my life underwent a major change.

I never went to work again, nor did I ever return to my own room next door.

I didn't ask Mr. and Mrs. Zhang about their affairs because I felt they might not want to talk about it.

If it were me a week ago, I would never have gambled my future on a random
stranger , much less have devoted myself to a goal.

But I was still very busy, even busier than before.

I learned the first level of the mental technique quickly. Although Mr. Zhang didn't give me much guidance, Mrs. Zhang would always
give me some hints, whether intentional or unintentional, at the climax. Those hints were of great help to me.

Speaking of this, I was initially very scared, thinking I would be met with Mr. Zhang's anger, but I didn't expect to only
receive a cold "Oh".

"It's her business what she wants to do, I'm not her husband."

If Mrs. Zhang hadn't used a coquettish way to force Mr. Zhang to take back his words, I would have believed him,
because his expression was so indifferent and nonchalant.

In the same room, less than a meter away, his wife climbed out of bed while he was asleep and
had sex with a strange man more than ten years younger than herself, and she even slept with him openly until the next
morning .

To be honest, I was almost scared to death at that time.

But after doing it more often, I seemed to have gradually gotten used to having someone next to me.

Based on my observation, Mr. Zhang was definitely not impotent, nor did he show any
tendency towards cuckoldry or threesomes. If it weren't for the fact that he would press Mrs. Zhang's head down with low breaths before ejaculating, I would have doubted
whether even had any emotional fluctuations.

Another morning.

Mrs. Zhang sat on my waist, twisting and turning, occasionally letting out seductive moans, her two large breasts
swaying up and down, rubbing against my collarbone and chin, and occasionally bumping into my nose.

And I was seriously using the moments of her heaving to look at the English book in my hands.

After mastering the first level of the mental cultivation technique, I began practicing the second level, taught by Mr. Zhang.

The second level was far more powerful than the first; once activated, it not only forcefully
suppressed all my emotions and desires, but also made my mind clearer.

However, perhaps my willpower in my normal state was too weak; I only unconsciously activated the technique when I was intensely stimulated during sex with Mrs. Zhang
. Over time, it seems I can only practice
the second .

Ah, the bell rang again; I really want to ejaculate.

Mrs. Zhang's hands gripped my neck tightly, her large breasts pressing firmly against my face, leaving
no gap.

My hands also gripped her upturned buttocks, and I thrust upwards with all my might, trying to push my normally sized penis in
further, before erupting deep inside. "

We regnama make love all night."

The last sentence flashed through my mind, and then, as the effects of the second level wore off, everything went black, and I
fainted.

"...Just suffocation."

Waking up on my lap, my first instinct was to check my phone, but my slumber was unexpectedly short,
lasting less than five minutes.

"Time for class, let's continue tonight!"

A week of interaction had given me a deeper understanding of Mr. and Mrs. Zhang.

Although Mr. Zhang appeared to be a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a decadent, dissolute lifestyle) middle-aged man, he actually didn't gamble, use drugs
, frequent

prostitutes, or drink alcohol. Most of the time, he sat by the window gazing at some unknown scenery. Mrs. Zhang, while seemingly like a streetwalker, revealed upon closer acquaintance that she simply
enjoyed acting, or rather, enjoyed provocative pranks.
Although after careful consideration, I felt it might have been out of a desire to help me.

"No, it was just a normal release of desire."

Mr. Zhang's tone remained calm, yet surprisingly reliable, as if he were
someone who wouldn't stoop to lying.

"Ah..."

"It's like this, although most of the time I'm the one who initiates contact, and it seems you've used me for practice,
I really only do it because I enjoy it, it has nothing to do with cultivation or anything like that."

Seeing my somewhat disappointed look, Mrs. Zhang tilted her head and thought for a moment, then added, "But I
really do like you, little brother. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so proactive."

Her girlish, innocent expression seemed to be explaining the scene of being spotted by her boyfriend shopping with her brother,
which was quite endearing.

"Circulate your energy."

Ah.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, instantly freezing my heart. A whole bunch of data inexplicably
appeared in my mind.

Phenylephrine, dopamine, endorphins, norepinephrine, vasopressin...

Why are there such annoying things?!

Chapter Ten

After about a month of this, I slowly adapted to this new life and began to view everything with a calm mind
.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang's attitude remained unchanged, and whenever I nervously rejected Mrs. Zhang
's advances, she would only smile and let me go.

During this time, I achieved the second breakthrough in my cultivation technique.

Because of practicing the Nameless Technique, and also because I stopped working, I rarely
slept in the library anymore.

I used less time for studying; most of the time I was actually daydreaming.

Could this be considered a fortuitous encounter?

I didn't know their purpose, nor what they wanted from me, but
without doubt, I received a lot from them.

I should repay them, even if it was just to express my gratitude.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but consider what they needed…

"Excuse me, student?"

A call jolted me awake from my reverie. My first reaction wasn't to look up, but to quickly
bend over and slump onto the table.

"Excuse me?"

"Uh...it's nothing, I just suddenly felt a bit of a stomachache, what's wrong?"

"Ouch." This time I heard and saw clearly that the person speaking to me was a
girl .

"Are you alright? Should I take you to the school clinic?"

I couldn't help but laugh, looking at the person in front of me, who wasn't much taller than me even when sitting.

"If I were really in trouble, I wouldn't let you take me."

"Hmm..."

Her troubled expression was so cute, her round face flushed like apples.

"Ah, it doesn't hurt anymore. Did you need something from me earlier?"

Not wanting to dwell on that topic, I changed the subject.

"Well, it's like this, I'd like to ask you to take some time to help us with a survey..."

There are all sorts of strange clubs and part-time jobs in university, and I've filled out quite a few questionnaires like this before, so
I didn't suspect anything and just handed it to her.

"Um, well... there's another question..."

"Hmm?"

"You... you have a girlfriend... you haven't been sleeping in the library lately, is it because you changed jobs?"
The girl's face was still red, and she even lowered her head when she said this.

The following keywords made me a little wary, and I subconsciously narrowed my eyes and lowered my voice to ask her how she knew
.

"Because... I often come here to do surveys, and sometimes when I pass by, I see you
sleeping ..."

This girl is honest, but unfortunately, there should be more reasons than that.

I don't know if it's because I've become bolder after practicing the mental technique, or if her shy yet honest behavior makes me
want to tease her a little, I leaned in and asked her from below, "You like me?
So you often take the opportunity to come to the library to see me?"

My question was direct enough, and her answer was also direct enough.

"...Yeah."

But she wasn't as thick-skinned as me. After making that sound, she covered her face with her hands and then
turned around to run away.

Although I've never been in a relationship, I've at least watched TV dramas and movies. If I
just sat there and watched her leave, I'd be out of my mind and deserve to be single forever.

"Don't go, let's talk."

I hadn't planned to bring her here, but it was crowded everywhere, and I couldn't find a quiet
place , so we ended up here.

The men's restroom.

"Uh, well... it's nothing really, the ones in the library are pretty clean..."

I scratched my head and made up an explanation.

"Hehe."

She, who should have been shy, smiled at me boldly and even
poked me.

"Okay, seriously, I feel like you're interested in me. I... I don't
know , but I'm willing to spend some time with you to get to know you. Would you like to date me and be my girlfriend?"

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. That prelude was supposed to be about being friends, but
somehow I ended up asking her out.

"...Okay."

Her voice wasn't loud, but her eyes were fixed on me, revealing a firm determination.

I thought it was good; I liked her straightforward and honest nature.

"Then tell me your name first, my name is..."

That evening at dinner, I mentioned this to them, and Mr. Zhang, as always, used
only two words to express his meaning.

"Congratulations,"

Mrs. Zhang said coquettishly, as expected. "No wonder you ignored me before; you've found someone new!
Poor me, I was used up and then dumped, boohoo..."

Overall, the outcome was good.

This pleasant feeling continued into the next morning. During my morning practice, I activated my inner energy and found my
senses had become much sharper. I could even faintly hear Mr. and Mrs. Zhang talking downstairs.

"...Like this...it'll be soon..."

"But he still..."

"Not much time...we can only..."

Just as I was about to continue listening, Mrs. Zhang suddenly cried out, followed by a "smack," like a slipper
hitting something.

"It's alright,"

Mr. Zhang said coldly, ending the conversation. In

Chapter Eleven

, Mr. Zhang seemed quite satisfied with my breakthrough, even offering a rare compliment.

"Well done."

He then passed on the third level of the mental cultivation technique to me.

"The third, sixth, and ninth levels of this nameless mental cultivation technique are all major hurdles. Breaking through them opens up a smooth path, while failing
to do so means a lifetime of hopelessness. You must continue to work hard."

I remembered these words and tried to listen to the lecture while simultaneously circulating the technique in my mind.
Unexpectedly, I gradually adapted to this mode, and later even became more and more proficient, spontaneously
maintaining this state.

"What are you thinking about?"

my girlfriend asked me, noticing that my gaze seemed to be focused on her, before continuing her conversation.

We met at the library again at noon today, finding a corner to chat. As we talked, the topic of
what she was doing came up.

"...But those questionnaires were ultimately useless to them. I don't think that's right. Are you listening?"

The second time she called me, her tone was a bit harsh, her eyebrows raised,
looking .

"I'm listening. Don't let my seemingly unfocused gaze fool you; this is
a skill I honed while working, a way to multitask. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to work and study at the same time."

Without hesitation, I lied to her, concealing the cultivation technique. Even though she genuinely liked me
, and even though she might not reveal it, I still kept it from her for safety.

"Hmm? You really can do that? Then tell me what I just said."

She looked at me skeptically, as if testing me. Her ever-changing, vivid expressions were
quite endearing to me.

"Aren't you just saying that the surveys you conducted are useless to the teachers? Actually, it's just a statistical survey.
People just need to get the data, and sometimes they might not even need the data. They just want to know the proportions."

It's like the census. Most of those files just gather dust in the police station. Do you really expect
anyone to use them for anything?

I told her the truth, and she didn't get angry. Instead, she lowered her head and thought for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks with a hint of
resentment

and said, "But I just can't stand it! Everyone's working so hard, yet it's all for nothing..." "There are so many things like this in the world. Effort without reward is perfectly normal. The reason
lies in self-awareness. Is what you're doing suitable for you? Is it something you want to do?
Is it something that benefits both yourself and others? Doing what's suitable for you won't be
frustrating . Doing what you want to do won't be tiring or tedious, leading to giving up. It benefits both yourself and others;
you not only reap the benefits but also receive positive encouragement from others, making it more sustainable.
Is what you're doing like that?"

I blurted out this long speech without thinking, and even I was surprised afterward.

Even if I hadn't actually achieved it, the fact that I could say it
showed . This change couldn't have come from myself; it was undoubtedly
influenced by the couple next door.

"It must be Mr. Zhang..." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel that Mr. Zhang
had to me, patiently guiding me. Although he rarely spoke, he and Mrs. Zhang
taught me a great deal through their actions.

This is probably what the sage meant by teaching without words.

"...You're right. I probably just wanted to do something with everyone, without
thinking so far ahead. I'll think carefully about what I really want when I get back. It was a pleasure chatting with you;
it was relaxing and I learned a lot."

Of course, I was also very happy, not only because I had helped her, but also because my insights and progress
had been recognized by others.

I really liked her attitude of admitting her mistakes and correcting them, never using her strengths to cover up
her weaknesses, and always reflecting on whether she hadn't done enough when faced with others' frank opinions.

That's wonderful; I was becoming more and more satisfied with her.

About a week later, she told me that she had stopped doing surveys and had joined the school's
music club.

"I've loved the piano since I was little. I always thought people who played the piano looked very good and had a certain elegance,
so I've always wanted to learn..."

Of course, I encouraged her to do it, but I also wanted to share my own perspective.

"If you want to learn, then go ahead and learn. But the piano requires a high level of proficiency, and it's bulky and inconvenient to
carry around . If you want to practice, you'll have to go to a music room, right?"

I don't know much about the piano, but I didn't want to discourage her, so I accompanied her to find the club's
advisor , hoping to practice in the evenings.

"No, that's not safe, and if other students ask for the same thing, we won't
be able to manage."

"Oh, I see. Thank you, teacher."

She didn't force me, didn't argue, acknowledged my reasonable request, and didn't do anything pointless.
Seeing always made me feel a little ashamed, and I would occasionally reflect on whether I hadn't done enough.

I think this mutual encouragement is good.

"So what do we do now?"

"Well, then I can only try to practice more during the day."

Actually, I wanted to suggest practicing fingering or using an electronic keyboard, but I felt I wasn't professional enough, so I refrained from saying it
to avoid misleading her.

"It would be great if there was a place to rent a piano to practice."

This was just her saying to herself, but to me, it sounded like she was being too naive.

"I can ask for you."

I remember Mr. Zhang has a piano at home! I even saw Mrs. Zhang play a piece I didn't recognize
.

"Oh, thank you then."

"...I'm your boyfriend, it's what I should do."

I mustered up my courage to say this, and received a big smile from her.

"You're very manly."

"Right, haha..."

Chapter Twelve

When I got home and mentioned this to them, I was unexpectedly rejected.

"She can't come." Mr. Zhang said expressionlessly.

"Why?"

"This house can't be used by other people, it wouldn't be good if they broke something, right?"
Mrs. Zhang, who was usually easy to talk to, also disagreed.

"But..."

"If she doesn't come, you go." Mr. Zhang added.

"Huh?"

"Oh, I mean you can bring the piano to her."

Bring...you think this is moving house, just grab a bag and go. That's a piano,
a piano !

"This piano is specially made; its three legs can be folded up. After the lid is closed, it's
wrapped in cloth and tied with rope, so you can easily carry it around."

"...What if I break it?" It sounded like I was carrying a sack of rice.

"No, you won't. Be careful. Why don't you have him come with you? He can teach you."

Mrs. Zhang pointed, her gaze meeting Mr. Zhang's expressionless face.

Let him teach... I shuddered and didn't dare to reply.

"Or should I go with you? I'm just worried your girlfriend might get jealous if she sees me.
What if she accidentally reveals that you sleep in the same room every night? You might break up with her." "

...Then please have Mr. Zhang teach us."

Surprisingly, Mr. Zhang didn't object; instead, he nodded in agreement, and under his
guidance learned how to fold the grand piano.

"It's not too heavy," it said, about fifty kilograms. "So pianos are this light?"

"This piano is a mid-range model, weighing about 270 kilograms. I didn't expect you to be so amazing,
actually carrying it on your back!"

...Pfft!

270 kilograms?!

I clearly just picked it up casually... and Mr. Zhang even helped me out,
could be...?

"You've been sleeping well and in good spirits lately, and the food she's been preparing has been carefully chosen. Plus,
the mental cultivation technique has improved your control over your body, so this is normal."

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, Mrs. Zhang explained, "It means you could have exerted this much strength,
but because you haven't been eating or sleeping well, you're not in good spirits and you can't control yourself, so you can only exert a little bit of strength
. Actually, anyone can do this, so don't worry too much."

I thought about it, and it seems like they did mention on TV that people could lift cars during an adrenaline rush, so
it's possible to increase strength by controlling your body...

"Let's go, let's go, come back soon."

Mrs. Zhang waved us away, and Mr. Zhang drove us to the school.

"Uh, what about this space?"

"A flat, open space will do."

A flat, empty open space... then it can only be behind the teaching building, right?

Not many people usually go there; it's basically just an empty space, and since it's next to a basketball court,
lighting isn't a big concern.

I called my girlfriend, and she arrived in less than ten minutes.

"This is my... cousin. I borrowed the piano from him, and I also asked him to teach you." My girlfriend didn't doubt her cousin's identity, but she still looked at me

with a questioning gaze at the extra piano in the empty space . "This... I can't tell you. Just focus on your studies, and I'll stay here with you." It wasn't a big deal, and there was no need to lie to her. Telling her I couldn't tell her would at most pique her curiosity, but it wouldn't cause her to blame me later. Mr. Zhang's teaching started with fingering, and like many tutoring classes, he only taught a few strokes before having her practice repeatedly, while he sat on the side watching, occasionally offering reminders and corrections. Because I was bored, I also sat on the side, idly pressing the ground. Sometimes Mr. Zhang would point out my mistakes and say a few words. Another month passed like this. After practicing the basic fingering enough, Mr. Zhang had her practice some simple pieces. Sometimes after dinner at home, I'd go play the piano for a bit, and Mrs. Zhang would come over and give me pointers on some techniques. As a result, I learned faster than her and could already play a short, complete passage on the floor. Honestly, setting aside the emotions and intentions in the music, it's really just about hand-eye coordination . As a former gamer, I'd never pressed a piano key, but I'd touched the keyboard many times. Once I found the common ground as time went on, Mr. Zhang became even less willing to come, only asking me to teach her. But I played entirely based on reaction time and hand speed; how could I teach that to someone else? This even made her a little angry. "Can't you teach me? I can't do any of what you're saying. Could you ask your cousin to teach me?" I faithfully relayed her request and received Mr. Zhang's agreement. "By the way, we have another piano at home anyway. How about this: I'll teach you, and he'll teach your girlfriend. We'll have a competition to see who teaches better, okay?" Mr. Zhang usually doesn't participate in these kinds of little games; I'm usually the one forced to take the blame. I didn't expect him . "Okay." I don't want to be Guo Jing, but I definitely don't want to be Yang Kang! However, I'm somewhat interested in the piano anyway, so I wasn't too opposed and accepted the suggestion. Chapter Thirteen: Learning the piano under Mrs. Zhang is tough. You have to concentrate on practicing while also trying to resist her teasing. I had no idea she had so many revealing or seductive clothes. The combinations were , making you want to peek inside. Luckily, I'd already seen and touched them all, and thankfully, I had two layers of the Nameless Heart Technique to resist. What would happen if I lost the competition? I don't know, but based on past experience, it certainly wouldn't be pleasant . "Hmm, not bad, here's a reward for you." Two soft mounds pressed tightly against my shoulder blades, two hard protrusions sliding back and forth on my back with her hip movements . We had just played a duet; she sat behind me, her hands reaching out from under my armpits to play the middle notes , while my hands were outstretched to play the high and low notes. Although I had slowed down the tempo of the score, I still almost made a mistake. If it weren't for her skillful technique and timely corrections, the piece wouldn't have been complete. "Um... can I get off now? I suddenly really need to go to the bathroom..." I wasn't lying, but I was doing it on purpose. I drank a glass of water after each piece, and after a few minutes, my stomach was full, so naturally I had to go to the bathroom every now and then. "Well, I'm a little thirsty too, would you mind satisfying me and quenching my thirst?" As she said this, Mrs. Zhang's hand moved down my stomach, gently massaging my lower abdomen, as if trying to stimulate my bladder. "Hmm, here's water, please have some." If it were anyone else, they would definitely think of holy water or something, but I just picked up the cup next to me and handed it to her. "I'm not feeling well right now, I want you to feed me." "Okay." The improvement in my body control wasn't for nothing. Being able to increase my strength from fifty kilograms to over two hundred kilograms, I could naturally control my arm to flip back and bring the cup to Mrs. Zhang's mouth, whose head was pressed against my back. "Please." "No, I want you to feed me with your mouth." "...Look, there's a UFO." I casually pointed upwards with my free hand, then broke free from her embrace, stood up, pinched her chin, and poured the water down her throat. "Want some more?" "Ugh, you big idiot! You clueless fool! I've already said that, and you still haven't done anything. You're not even one ten-thousandth as good as your girlfriend! Pfft!" Mrs. Zhang made a cute face again, but I was calm enough at this moment and didn't let her change the subject.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by not even one ten-thousandth as good as my girlfriend?"

Images of NTR (Netorare) works flashed through my mind, but I forcefully suppressed them.

"Oops, I accidentally let it slip. Winning like this is so boring."

Mrs. Zhang stretched and puffed out her chest, seeing that I wasn't relaxed at all. She said, "It means
exactly what it says I throw myself at you and you ignore me, while your girlfriend is the one who wanted to throw herself at that
cold-faced guy right away."

"Then... then did Mr. Zhang agree?" Did he agree?

"Well, you'll see when you see it."

Mrs. Zhang led me to the study, turned on the computer, connected to a website, and skillfully
typed in the image composed of letters and numbers for a while. Then she pointed to the pop-up window and said to me, "This is it."

Judging from the colors and angle of the image, it looked like a campus security camera. However, after Mrs. Zhang
adjusted the focus and zoomed in, I saw two people doing something under a street lamp.

Although I couldn't make out their faces clearly due to the poor image quality,
I could still make out the image of the standing person holding a rope, leading the kneeling, naked woman like a dog
.

I didn't doubt their identities, because Mrs. Zhang wouldn't go to such lengths to find a
college student couple with unusual fetishes to amuse me.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know either. The easiest way is to go and see for yourself. Anyway, it's
not too far, they shouldn't have left yet."

As soon as Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, I grabbed my coat and rushed out, only to be stopped as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Are you planning to run over? Why are you in such a hurry? Wait for me to drive you there."

Mrs. Zhang's relaxed and casual tone, which usually made me laugh and feel relaxed, now
sounded so hateful.

However, I am someone who has developed new functions in the second level of mental cultivation, and soon my other consciousness
began calmly think about why all this was happening.

My girlfriend had never shown any inclination towards this in front of me, and Mr. Zhang shouldn't be the type to casually
lay hands on women, especially given their close relationship. How could he do something like this without considering my
feelings and attitude?

There must be something going on.

When Mrs. Zhang drove me to the school, I found my girlfriend in the woods, relying on my familiarity with the campus.
There were .

Some were completely naked from the waist down, while others had only their zippers unzipped.

Each of them wore a mocking and contemptuous expression, their faces filled with lustful smiles, surrounding my girlfriend and
taking turns enjoying her oral services.

"Mmm...mmm...delicious...sizzle...slurp..."

I looked around but didn't see Mr. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang was also waiting for me outside the school. I had no one
to ask, so I could only ask the parties involved myself.

"

Get out of here, all of you," I said in a low voice, making no attempt to hide my intentions.

"Huh? What are you doing..."

I grabbed his arm and swung him around, throwing him several meters away.
The crisp he'd broken at least an arm or two ribs.

"Get lost, or I don't mind castrating you right now." Of

course, I wasn't going to perform surgery on them here; I just didn't want to make too much of an enemy. The
guy I threw didn't even get a good look at my face, and I wasn't afraid he'd come looking for me.

In novels, there are many people who would risk their lives to satisfy their desires, but in reality, such people are extremely rare. No
actual harm is needed; even being yelled at a couple of times would probably stop most people from continuing, especially since these
were just ordinary students.

After they left, I finally had a chance to examine my girlfriend through the dappled light filtering through the trees.

Her face and body were covered in their semen, and her hair and legs were wet, presumably because
they also urinated on her.

A leather collar was around her neck, the other end tied to a tree, and she had leather
rings like shackles on her hands and feet.

"How could this happen?"

I asked calmly. After my examination, it seemed she had only been touched and fondled
, and had oral sex performed on her; she shouldn't have been defiled.

"I...I'm sorry,"

she finally answered after a long silence.

No explanation, no pretense, just a direct admission of her mistake.

I used to really appreciate her directness, but now I desperately hoped she would be more tactful, saying she was forced,
or that she had been drugged.

But she didn't.

"Now that you've seen it all, what are you going to do?"

Mr. Zhang's voice sounded like a ghost behind me. I took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the urge to turn around and
throw a punch , and said in a low voice, "Did you do all this?"

"She asked for it herself."

"You agreed, you arranged it."

"She won't be hurt, she won't suffer any damage. If you hadn't come, after a while, she would have regretted it
and begged me to cover up this memory for her."

"But I came, I saw it, she admitted it."

"What do you want to do?"

"I..."

I couldn't say anything.

This was perhaps the most important choice I had made since that night. Whether I accepted it or gave it up, I would lose something
because of it .

"I want to hear her tell me all of this." I paused, then added, "Let's leave here first and tidy up
a bit ."

Mrs. Zhang took a blanket from the car to cover her. We took her to the hotel, gave her a bath,
and had Mrs. Zhang clean her up. Finally, we left the room for the two of us.

"Go ahead."

My girlfriend was wrapped in a bath towel, her long hair soaked and plastered to her back, which unconsciously reminded me of the scene
in the forest .

"I...I'm sorry."

She started by apologizing.

"I didn't come here to hear your apology. I just wanted to hear the truth of what happened. I'll try
to understand and help you analyze it. Maybe I can really help you get rid of all this. Maybe I can't do anything,
but at least I tried."

She was silent for a moment before beginning to tell me her story.

Chapter Fourteen:

She was born into a well-off family. Her maternal grandparents were very educated and taught her from a young age how to be a lady,
instructing her in various manners.

As she grew older, she entered school, and the praise and compliments from teachers and classmates made her realize that what she was doing was
right and good.

She also diligently maintained her image, not only outwardly but also inwardly.

Because she was everyone's "good girl," no one taught her how to deal with
bad , malicious, filthy, lowly, and ugly things.

They naively thought that "good girls" had full resistance and were immune to all poisons.

But being immune to all poisons also means that medicine is ineffective; once poisoned, it is difficult to cure.

A girlfriend who accidentally came into contact with matters of sex, gradually delving deeper into the subject out of curiosity,
went astray due to a chance encounter.

She met a submissive.

It was purely by chance. While shopping in a store, the customer in front of her in line suddenly removed
her coat, revealing a pale, roped body beneath. That's when she realized
such people existed in the world.

This unknown submissive was doing this under her master's orders. Facing the contemptuous
stares , her body trembled with passion, then she orgasmed in public, losing control of her bladder.

Yes, she orgasmed to the point of incontinence; the moment she knelt down, the fluid gushing from her genitals splashed
onto her girlfriend's face, standing behind her.

That smell remained unforgettable.

From then on, she began experimenting with mild methods of self-discipline.

It started with pinching and twisting sensitive areas, gradually extending to masturbation, then turning into exhibitionism
. Finally, she channeled this desire into Mr. Zhang, using his power to arouse and release
it .

"...Do you really feel happy?"

"...Yes. It's much more intense than masturbation. During orgasm, my mind goes blank, and I
increasingly crave stronger stimulation."

Perhaps because she had talked so much, she gradually opened up,
describing her feelings without reservation, just like when you used to confide your troubles to me in the library, and then waiting for my reply.

"I can't understand."

Male orgasms are different from female orgasms; the sensations and mechanisms are different, and the results are different too.

Ever since I rejected Mrs. Zhang, I've realized that for two people who aren't in love, sex only serves
to relax the mind, which is why people call it indulgence.

Indulgence. Gluttony, greed, and indulgence—to me, they're all the same.

I told her my thoughts, and she thought for a while, then shook her head and nodded, saying, "I
understand , but it's not entirely like that. Although I also use it to indulge myself and relax,
after getting used to it, I really feel like I've started to enjoy doing it. Every time I suck their penises,
when they ejaculate or urinate in my mouth, I feel very happy and satisfied because I bring
pleasure . I think this is different from what you're saying."

I couldn't completely believe her words, nor could I completely deny them, because I knew Mr. Zhang wasn't the kind of person who would
force her, and I also knew that she was someone who understood herself very well.

"If I wanted to do it with you now, would you agree?"

I tentatively asked.

"Hmm... with my mouth?"

I shook my head and pointed to her body.

"Real sex, formal, like a married couple."

She considered for a long time, and I didn't get impatient, just stood there waiting for her.

"I can't give it to you."

I breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed my judgment was correct.

"You want to leave it to the person you love most, the one you'd be willing to give everything for, right?"

"Yes."

I didn't care if that person was me, because I could tell, and I believed she could too.

"We can still be friends. If you have any new troubles, you can come to me."

"I will, thank you."

I don't know how I got home. When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

I greeted Mr. and Mrs. Zhang as usual, and they responded as usual.

I took the same bus at the same time, followed the same route to school, went
to class , and then went to the library to study.

When I met her, I smiled slightly and nodded in greeting, and she smiled back.

Just like before.

But I knew that my heart had truly changed.

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