[The Stain of Humanity: Betrayal Addiction] (01-40) Author: Han Xiaojian

Author: Han Xiaojian
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Chapter 1 Meeting the Girl

I've Had a Long-Term Crush I've always been an honest kid. In my three years of high school, I never even held a girl's hand. Even when I met a girl I liked,
I didn't dare to confess; I could only secretly harbor my feelings. The first time I went to that kind of place was when my older cousin tricked me.

That was last year. I had just graduated from high school. My grades were good, and I was accepted into a second-tier university.
My family was very happy the day I received my acceptance letter. My older cousin said he would take me out that night to "treat" me to a meal. At first, I thought he just wanted to take me to
eat skewers, so I went with him to Mingshui. Things weren't as simple as I thought. My older cousin, with a lot of shouting and gesturing
, brought over a few of his friends. After eating skewers, he said there would be more entertainment and took me to a KTV.

It was my first time in that kind of place. I was a little reserved. The bright lights and the alcohol made me feel unreal.
Walking felt like walking on cotton; I had to lift my legs high to stumble. I only felt at ease after entering the private room and sitting on the sofa
. A short while later, a waiter came in with drinks, followed by six or seven scantily clad,
alluringly dressed women. At that moment, I vaguely knew they were the legendary prostitutes. To be honest,
I was quite nervous seeing these women for the first time, like a shy little girl. It felt like I was the one about to be the one getting patronized
. Actually, I had seen prostitutes before, in the alleyway across from our school. Every time I walked
that way, the older women would greet me enthusiastically, "Hey handsome, wanna have some fun?" Usually, I
wouldn't dare look at them, and would quickly walk away with my head down. Next time, I still couldn't resist walking that way, just wanting to steal a glance
at the seductive allure of those flirtatious women—it was quite exciting. However, I never actually went in. Firstly, I didn't have the courage, and
secondly, they were all too ugly, all forty or fifty-year-old women from Northeast China.

The girls who came in lined up. It seemed the manager and my cousin were quite familiar with each other; he told us to take our time choosing.
My older cousin winked at his friends, urging them to hurry up and choose. But those guys acted all
high and mighty, making excuses. Then, someone suddenly took the liberty of Confucius, saying that the younger one should have his turn first.
I felt even more embarrassed and shrank back into the sofa, but they dragged me up.

That's when I finally looked up at the beautiful women in front of me. I was stunned the moment I glanced at the first one –
Li Yanyan!

The tall, beautiful woman at the front of the line was also startled. Damn, what bad luck! I ran into a classmate while out trying to make money.
But she wasn't as excited as me. She was completely calm, saying, "Handsome, how could you forget what her name isn't?
I've told you so many times, her name is Tongtong, not Yanyan." Then, she affectionately pulled me to
lie down on the sofa, making my older cousin and the others look at me with disbelief. "Kid, you're pretty good at this!"
Little did they
don't call me by my real name here!" Although Li Yanyan cursed me a thousand times in her mind, she was still very sweet-talking,
constantly coaxing me to drink. I asked her why she was in a place like this. She nonchalantly twirled her fingers and said, "Money, of course!" I asked again,
"Are you planning to do this for the rest of your life?" She finally seized the opportunity to call me an idiot, saying, "I'm just here to earn some tuition fees; I
'll quit after school starts." I asked her where she got accepted to. She said a technical college, then asked me. I said Jinan University. She said
we lived quite close, and I could come visit her anytime. Then she gave me a very flirtatious look, making my
heart flutter. Perhaps she didn't know that I had once secretly harbored a crush on her. That was when I first started high school. At
first, I preferred tall girls, and Li Yanyan was outstanding among the girls in our grade, with her
high ponytail, which was very attractive. However, I heard from classmates that many people pursued her, and she had even more boyfriends.
Every time I saw her, she was with a different guy, and over time, I became disheartened. Because she and I weren't in the same
class, I could only say we knew each other during those years of high school. We never exchanged more than three sentences,
but she was often one of my fantasies when I was masturbating.

Thinking about how many times I had fantasized about her, I felt really sorry for her because those images were too
beastly. I unconsciously blushed with shame, hehe. Li Yanyan noticed my change at a glance and asked me
why . I didn't dare to admit it and quickly lied, saying I had drunk too much. Li Yanyan didn't believe my lies at all. "Are you
thinking about that?

" "Which one?" I pretended to be confused. "

Come on, haven't you ever fantasized about me when you're masturbating?" Li Yanyan's question completely dumbfounded me. She
knew more than the worms in my stomach.

"Yes... I have..." I stammered, my voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, afraid that she would hear me and give me a
beating. To my surprise, she actually raised her hand, which terrified me so much that I cowered in a ball, begging for mercy! But after waiting for ages
, the fist never came. Just as I was hesitating, Li Yanyan grabbed me, her entire body pressing warmly
against me. Summer clothes are thin, and she was showing a lot, so
it was practically skin-to-skin. The most annoying thing was that she deliberately rubbed her bare thighs against my genitals. As a hot-blooded, innocent
virgin , how could I resist? My little brother immediately rebelled. Luckily, I held firm to
my last line of defense; otherwise, surrendering before the battle even began would have been incredibly embarrassing. Just as I was secretly celebrating
my victory, Li Yanyan whispered suggestively in my ear, "Want your dream to come true?"

"Yes!" My unwavering will lasted only a second before I was completely overwhelmed. If I
said I'd be a coward. Seeing me surrender, Li Yanyan kept chuckling, her mouth practically splitting with laughter.
Finally, she made a gun gesture at me, saying, "We're classmates, I'll give you a 20% discount, 800 for the night, how about it?"
(She was trying to kill me!)

Huh? I was almost scared to death by that gun gesture. 800? Why the hell don't you just rob me?! I reached
into . I shook my head helplessly, "I have no money, only 100."

Damn! No money and still going out to play. Li Yanyan immediately changed her tune, the speed of her transformation truly made me gasp
(disgusted, want to vomit). Before I could even recover from the shock, she had already turned around and clung to my cousin's
leg . If she had money, she'd probably be groveling to him.

Heartbreaking, life's ups and downs come too fast. Come on, let's drink three more cups of my life…

Immersed in Wu Bai's poignant songs, my heart filled with the loneliness of solitude, I drank three cups, then three more, finally…
I got myself drunk. I blacked out several times, and I don't even remember how I ended up in bed.
When I regained some consciousness, my older cousin and Li Yanyan were already naked and in the bathroom. The sound of running water, along with their lewd moans,
sobered me up considerably. When I heard Li Yanyan moaning and groaning from inside, my ears and penis
perked up instantly, and my heart rate jumped to 120. After a while, the water stopped, and there was a rustling sound of licking.
Then I heard my older cousin let out a loud "Oh!" as if he'd finally relieved himself after a long period of constipation. "Damn, not bad at oral sex!"
I thought. "Who taught him that?" "Do I

need to learn that? It's a talent, self-taught." The two of them came out of the bathroom one after the other, talking. My older cousin
lit a cigarette and lay down on the bed next to me. Li Yanyan followed behind, naked, wiping her mouth with a towel
as she asked my older cousin, "Won't he wake up?"

My older cousin said nonchalantly, "It's okay, he drank so much he wouldn't wake up even if thunder roared." He then kicked me twice, "
Orange, Orange... see if you're alright?" "Alright my ass! I was pretending to be asleep, of course I wouldn't wake up. Wait till I wake up
and scare you two bastards to death!" Seeing that I hadn't woken up after being kicked twice, the two scumbags felt relieved. My older cousin
got up and pulled Li Yanyan into his arms again. "What, you're afraid he'll wake up? If he does, we two brothers can serve you together,
isn't that perfect?

" "Damn, give me a break! Last time I was taken out for a threesome, it almost killed me. Were those two bastards on drugs
or something? They messed with me all night, and I couldn't get out of bed for two days. I thought I made a good profit with two thousand, but after calculating, I'm a complete rip-
off." Li Yanyan complained, taking the cigarette from my older cousin's hand and taking a deep drag
. "From now on, I'll take jobs that are either flying or not

." "Tonight, you can have a threesome, right?" My older cousin pulled the cigarette out of Li Yanyan's mouth. He pressed her head
down, forcing her to lower herself. Li Yanyan didn't resist and obediently lifted her cousin's penis, taking it into her mouth. After sucking for a couple of times,
she said, "Come on, you've got to give me 800, and that was only because of my classmate. If you want both of you, it'll
be at least 1600." Li Yanyan brought up money again, but her cousin ignored her completely, slapping
her on the buttocks instead. As if receiving an order, Li Yanyan immediately turned around, placed her hands on the bed,
bent over, raised her buttocks high. Her cousin even looked down to specifically see the delicate flower peeking out from under her white buttocks,
which was already wet. Without hesitation, he grabbed her buttocks with both hands and thrust in with a "whoosh."
After getting in, her cousin suddenly had a strange idea, "Why don't you see if you can get him aroused? I really want to try what it feels like to have three of us
." Holy crap, my cousin's completely bewitched by Li Yanyan! I suddenly had the urge to wake up like
a zombie and scare the bastard to death. But
before I couldn't guarantee I'd wake him, but getting his thing up was a piece of cake. They exchanged glances,
and my cousin said, "Go ahead and do it. If you get it up, I'll give you 1600." Holy crap, was she going to drug and rape me?!
Li Yanyan immediately perked up at the mention of money, wiggling her ass like a dog as she crawled towards me. I was extremely
nervous . The worst part was that my little guy was still erect and hadn't gone soft. If
I took off my pants, it would all be exposed. What should I do? Get up, or continue pretending to be asleep? While I was still struggling with this internal struggle
, Li Yanyan had already crawled over, unzipped my pants, and grabbed my penis.

At that moment, my legs were trembling with nervousness, and I dared not open my eyes. I heard Li Yanyan
let out a seductive moan, and I thought my precious thing had scared her. When I opened my eyes, I saw my cousin, unable to contain his excitement,
forcefully penetrating Li Yanyan from behind. I opened my eyes and our eyes met. Damn it, I'm exposed.
Then I heard Li Yanyan let out two more moans. This time I knew what was going on. I was too nervous and couldn't
help but spit in her face. How could

I stay in the room? I was so ashamed, feeling like I had been defiled. I didn't even bother to pull up my pants
, and I covered my face and rushed out of the room. I stumbled and fell down the hallway after only a few steps when something bumped into me and I landed
flat on my back. When I groggily opened my eyes, a pair of snow-white thighs passed over my head, and then I
saw a scene I would never forget: a captivating slit of flesh flashed before my eyes, a truly breathtaking
glimpse.

Holy crap, she wasn't wearing underwear! Unbelievable! A naked woman just stepped over my head like that
. Just as I was wondering what kind of woman could be so bold, something white
suddenly fell from her calf and landed right on my face. I touched it; it was soft and
warm, with a faint girlish scent. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a woman's pink underwear. Holy crap,
what's going on today? I've heard of freaks falling from the sky, like a beautiful woman falling from heaven, but this is underwear falling from the sky? Seriously, what a load
of
rubbish! I immediately got up, wanting to confront the person who dropped the underwear. How could they just leave underwear lying around like that? But by then, the person was long gone. Instead, a naked middle-aged man ran out of the door behind me, looking drunk
, clutching his genitals and howling like a ghost. Seeing someone in the hallway, he slunk back into
his room .

Suddenly, I felt this place was haunted by ghosts and spirits; it wasn't a place for a mortal like me to linger. I slunk away from the Ginza
building , the cold night wind instantly sobering me up. The absurd events of the evening began
to replay in my mind like a movie, especially that fleeting, dazzling glimpse at the end, which lingered
in my mind. I couldn't help but wonder what the owner of that fleshy slit looked like. Thinking of this, I suddenly realized I was still clutching the panties in my
hand . I opened them and saw they were quite pretty—cute little triangles with cartoon patterns printed on them. Presumably, that
alluring slit had been tightly encased in them. So why had they fallen down? I couldn't figure it out. It seemed I'd have to
find its owner and ask. With these questions in mind, I started looking for someone. Even though it was late at night,
there were still quite a few people enjoying the cool evening air. Every single woman I saw reminded me of that naked woman from before.
But I was too embarrassed to ask. You can't just go up to someone and ask if they're wearing underwear, right? That would be asking for trouble. I could only look with my eyes.
Whenever a woman walked by, I'd stare intently at her buttocks, scanning them up and down, left and right, trying to match
them with the fleshy cleft I'd seen earlier. I almost got beaten up for this, thinking I was a pervert. I was so annoyed.
Where did that woman go?

Before I knew it, I'd wandered into a place of brightly lit bars and bars: foot massages, bathhouses, massage parlors, hair salons,
beauty salons , body treatments. Although the signs advertised all sorts of services, to me it all boiled down to one word—sex.
This isn't just human desire at work; it's that everyone who comes here is being raped by the city's desires. Suddenly,
I felt I wasn't even a thug in this city, at best a lost soul. Nobody cares about you,
nobody respects you, and you're ignored on the street. But then a sinister, hoarse
voice came from behind me, "Handsome?" Hearing someone call my name startled me so much my hair stood on end. I'd just said "I can't see you, and now
a ghost appears?" Holy crap, what kind of ghost are you? I

turned around and saw a young woman with glasses, dressed quite sexily, short hair to her shoulders, a white blouse and a miniskirt.
She looked like a student, but my first impression was that she was a prostitute like Li Yanyan. Because this area is
a university town, the prostitutes here dress like female university students, and the female university students all dress like prostitutes. Sure enough,
her second question was, "Do you have money?"

At the time, I was so terrified by her that I never even considered sleeping with her. I was just thinking that since Li Yanyan was
asking for 800, this one, who was even prettier than Li Yanyan, would cost at least 1000. I
timidly asked, with a purely fearful mindset, "Can I have 100?"

Unexpectedly, the woman readily agreed without hesitation, "Sure, give it to me first." I never expected her
to agree so readily, even 100 yuan was fine. What a stroke of luck! Being robbed and still getting a girl, and
this girl was definitely worth every penny! Damn, in my excitement, I quickly gave her the 100 yuan in my pocket, but before I
could even touch her, she took a taxi and drove off.

Damn, why are all the women I meet so—cheap!

Chapter 2: Love is not waiting, but meeting and then vomiting in your face.

At the end of August, I successfully entered Jinan University and began my university life.

I still longed for love as always, but the person who longed for me was still nowhere to be found.
Sometimes I still think of Li Yanyan, especially when I'm really horny. A few times, I've been so driven by
lust that I even considered donating blood or selling my blood to go see her, but in the end, I didn't have the courage to take that step. Maybe that's the difference between a loser like me and someone like me.

But I still fully embraced the "Ah Q spirit," constantly comforting myself that
sex is shameful, vulgar, and something I despise and don't want. My older cousin directly called me an idiot, saying
I could have her for 800 yuan, what's the point of love? But I just can't understand, did I really have her with the 800 yuan?
Or was it the love I had that truly made her…? If she's a fixed quantity, then does that mean the love between us
is equivalent to 800 yuan? Does that mean love = 800 yuan, or…? Damn, I don't
understand. Anyway, I don't have 800 yuan, and I don't have the courage.

I'm too lazy to think about things I can't understand anymore. Playing basketball and surfing the internet at school is fine on my own.
Sometimes I drink with my roommates at night, and after drinking, they'll invite female classmates to karaoke. I
like
the company of others, so I go along. Zhao Sen is the most active one in our group—handsome and rich, but a bit short. However, his womanizing skills are top-notch; he basically invites all the female classmates. And he's quite efficient at succeeding; he claims he'll
sleep with 100 women during his four years of university.

I'm the worst in our dorm, probably because I moved out. I'm out of the group and
can't share in the firsthand techniques of picking up girls. Actually, I lived in the dorm at the beginning of the semester, with six of us, but
Fatty and Lei always snored, one after another, keeping me up all night. After enduring this for
half a year, I finally moved out. I have an aunt in Jinan; she has a small apartment of about 60 square meters in Wangguanzhuang
. Her husband passed away two years ago, and since she's old and has no children, she moved back to her rural
hometown . I moved in, partly to help look after the place, and partly so I could finally get a good night's sleep. But that meant
I was a bit disconnected from my dorm buddies, especially when it came to picking up girls. I'm not a good drinker; ever
since my experience with Li Yanyan, I've gotten drunk almost every time I drink, completely wasted. When I'm drunk, they'll
use the excuse taking me back to the dorm to bring a girl to my place. Zhao Sen is the best at this trick, with a
100% success rate, since I don't have to pay for drinks, he always does. Once we're in my dorm, he'll
throw me on the sofa and quickly take over my bed. Sometimes in my sleep, I can hear those girls making the same
sounds as Li Yanyan, like needles pricking my fragile little heart...

I rarely manage to stay sober at karaoke, but there are exceptions. Once, Zhao Sen brought two girls
, and with four of us, it was clearly a case of too many wolves and too few lambs. The two girls, however, were quite open and uninhibited, sitting comfortably between
us , each with one on each side. The girl sitting between me and Zhao Sen was dressed more fashionably, in a
black short dress, with long, flowing hair. She was pretty, but a bit sleazy, clearly a frequent clubber.
Another girl, dressed more like a student, sat between Lao Qi and Lei Zi, wearing a sweatshirt, sneakers, a short skirt, and
high socks—a bit too cute. At first, things were relatively normal, but after drinking a bit, everyone got
more and more carried away. Lei Zi put his arm around the athletic girl and asked, "Hey girl, are you even an adult? Minors aren't allowed in KTVs."
The girl retorted defiantly, "Damn, I'm an adult, I don't know how many kids I've aborted!"
Lao Qi grinned lewdly and started jokingly accusing him, "Really? I don't believe you. How about I check you
out?" He reached under the girl's skirt. The girl didn't resist, only teasingly saying no,
before Lao Qi and Lei Zi pulled down her underwear. I couldn't stand it anymore,
so opened the door, I froze. Inside, Zhao Sen was pinning that long-haired girl against the wall. Her skirt was lifted up and hanging
around her waist, her underwear pulled down, revealing her snow-white buttocks. Zhao Sen's hands were tightly gripping her waist,
and he was thrusting forward forcefully. When Zhao Sen saw me come in, he gestured for me to join him. I cursed him, calling him disgusting, and
left . I didn't expect him to mock me behind my back for being a hypocrite. Damn, hypocrite? Everyone else is pretending to be serious, so I'm
pretending to be indecent, okay?

A gentle breeze blew as I stepped outside, making my hair flutter. I like wearing white shirts; they make me look clean, but washing them is
a hassle. Even though I often get drunk, I've never thrown up. I can't stand the filth and disgust of vomit. I probably
wouldn't even bother washing clothes I vomited on; I'd just throw them away. Just as I was thinking about these disgusting things,
a girl stumbled towards me. She had long, flowing hair, wore a white long-sleeved t-shirt and a short skirt, and was quite pretty—a standard beauty . I felt
like I'd seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place her. However, she seemed to know me, because she…
She came straight at me and even smiled. At first, I thought I was just imagining things, but when I looked back and
saw no one else, I figured she must have mistaken me for someone else. I was about to ask her something when she was already standing in
front of me. Before I could even speak, she vomited all over me—ugh! My goodness, I almost got vomited all over my face!
Luckily I reacted quickly and only got my lower body wet. Seriously, am I that ugly? I was
going to yell at her, but seeing how uncomfortable she was, I couldn't help but pat her back and give her water. But then she just kept vomiting
and fell asleep. I called her twice, but she didn't wake up, and patting her cheeks didn't work either. How
strange! I picked up a cute girl while I was out having fun. I had no choice but to take her back with me. So, I naturally
took her back to my dorm, put her on my bed, and even took off her clothes—her outer garment—because it was all
wet from vomiting, and I really didn't want to dirty my bed. I wiped her down a bit and then covered her with the blanket.
Then I went to wash the dirty clothes first. My pants were just bought a few days ago for over 100 yuan, and I really couldn't bear
to throw them away. I definitely couldn't throw hers away either, but I couldn't let her wear them unwashed. After washing and hanging the clothes up, it was
almost 11 o'clock. The girl was sleeping soundly, showing no sign of waking up, her limbs spread wide, not ladylike at all!
I guess she's not a virgin anymore? Damn, where are virgins these days? I was overthinking it again.

Looking at this girl who was sleeping so soundly, a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head. While she was unconscious
, could I... could I take a look? Just a look wouldn't be considered indecent. So I trembled and
lifted the blanket off her. Her full breasts were right in front of me. At this point, I was incredibly nervous. I
comforted myself, telling myself that this wasn't indecent, that she had exposed her chest herself, and I had just accidentally seen it!
Gathering my courage, I reached out and lifted her bra, revealing a pair of small RTs, pink and not much bigger than
a boy's , extremely cute. I couldn't resist the urge to touch it. I'd already seen it; a gentle touch
wouldn't bother her. I reached back and gently pressed my palm against that soft, white flesh. It felt so soft and yielding, just
the right size for my hand to cover it. The texture was wonderful, an indescribable pleasure.

After touching her breasts for a while, she didn't react at all, still fast asleep.
Emboldened pulled back the covers completely. That's when I discovered a pair of stunningly beautiful legs on the bed—long, slender, and fair.
I hadn't even noticed how beautiful her legs were before!

I crouched down and peered down her thighs. The skin became increasingly white and delicate towards the inner thighs, culminating in
a full, rounded shape at the base. Even under her underwear, the outline of her private area was clearly
visible . Her underwear was milky white with a Hello Kitty cartoon print. Could
she have lost her underwear that night? Impossible. What a coincidence! Maybe girls just like cute underwear like this. Moreover, this
one had lace trim, making it a completely different style. The lace trim clung tightly to her inner thighs,
with a few stray pubic hairs peeking out, the contrast of black and white making it even more alluring. At this moment, I was already aroused
, and my penis was hard and erect. Driven by lust, I couldn't care less about anything else and couldn't resist reaching out
to touch her mysterious bulge. Even through the fabric, I felt an indescribable excitement, completely
disregarding the consequences of being discovered. Holding my breath, I boldly slipped a finger under the edge of her panties,
hooked it , and gently pulled it to the side, revealing a tightly closed, alluring slit. The slit
was pink, like a budding flower, with a few sparse, curved black hairs growing beside the petals.
The petals were tightly closed, with a glistening sheen on them. I'd never seen
a girl's . Although I'd caught a glimpse that night, it was too fleeting, and my memory of it
was hazy. Now I only remember it being beautiful, but I can't recall exactly what it looked like. But this one was
comparable to that one. Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a criminal urge. Just as I was about to pull down her
panties , she suddenly rolled over and hugged me tightly. Still asleep, she held me close,
mumbling incoherently, "Don't leave me, please, I really love you," and so on.

Her actions completely terrified me. I only calmed down after confirming she wasn't awake. After all, I'd never done anything
like this before. I'd only ever watched Zhao Sen and the others do it; I had no real experience. This sudden fright was all it took.
The cold sweat on my palms and forehead hadn't even dried yet, and my head was already twitching again—should I do it or not?
In the end , the serious won out. Sigh, pretense is always fake; it can never beat the real thing. That night, I
masturbated twice to her alluring buttocks, probably getting some semen splattered on her cute panties. I
was worried it would become evidence she'd accuse me of rape. Anxious, uneasy, and exhausted, I curled up on the sofa
and fell asleep. In my dream, a beautiful woman kissed my face…

Chapter 3: Life is like a play, but it's all a cruel joke.

It turns out I wasn't dreaming, or rather, I was dreaming and what I dreamt was real. How ridiculous.

But when I woke up, things weren't as optimistic as I'd imagined. Looking at the mess my room had made,
my first thought was that a thief had broken in! And a female thief at that! Damn, no good deed goes unpunished. I kindly
took her in, and this is how she repays me? Cellphone, wallet, laptop—she took almost all the valuables in my house
. I couldn't even call the police. If I'd known she was a slut, I should have fucked her last night; I wouldn't have suffered so much.

I got up and cleaned the ransacked room. While washing up, I suddenly realized that this slut had smeared my face
. She wrote "bad guy" and "rogue" on both sides of my face with lipstick, but left a clear
lip print on my forehead. I was so sound asleep I didn't even notice! Despite being tricked, I suddenly found this
female thief quite amusing. Although what she did wasn't great, it wasn't hateful; it was like a mischievous child's
prank —quite cute. But the cutest part was yet to come. She stole my things and left me a note
that read:

"First of all, thank you so much for taking me in. As a reward, I took a few things from you. But you bad guy, how
dare you take off my clothes and do that kind of thing to me! You deserve to die! I should have called the police and had you arrested, but I'll
let you go for now since you washed my clothes. The clothes are very clean, I like them very much, here's
a as a reward. Finally, please wash that thing too. You know better than me what's written on it, please..."
"Bring it to me after you've washed it, or you won't get any of your things back! Chen Weiwei, School of Literature. "

After reading the note, I noticed
a pair of . Did I ejaculate that much? I can't remember. So her name is Chen Weiwei, Weiwei sounds nice. I muttered
to myself, but in my mind, I was thinking about how she looked sleeping last night—her fair skin, her long, beautiful legs,
her sexy buttocks, and that alluring slit… Suddenly, I felt a sense of happiness, but it was fleeting, quickly followed by regret.
Maybe I'd never have such a good opportunity again. I wonder whose girlfriend she is, someone who'd be ecstatic to be holding such a
beauty .

But she asked me to wash her underwear—was that a hint? And she took my things, so
I still have a chance to see her. At least I should get my things back. Thinking this, I felt a surge of joy.
I quickly washed her underwear, dried it, folded it, and put it in a gift box. Anyone who didn't know better would
think valuable gift! After getting ready, I called my phone. It rang a few times before being answered.
I timidly said "Hello," and the person on the other end immediately asked, "You just woke up?"

"Uh—yes, you…" The voice on the other end was very gentle and pleasant. I was momentarily speechless
. "

I left your wallet at the school's reception desk. Go get it. I'm in class; we'll talk later. "
—Beep! The call ended.

A day later, I called her again, asking when she would return my things. She asked to
meet me at the cafeteria entrance at noon, only returning my phone and, quite unreasonably, saying her computer was broken and she could borrow
it. I didn't dare refuse. When I returned her underwear, she wouldn't take it, saying it was a gift
. I said, "Who gives gifts like this, especially used underwear?" Before I could finish speaking, she raised her hand to hit me, and
I quickly covered my face with my hands. But after waiting for ages, she didn't slap me. Instead, she chuckled and said
, "Silly girl, if you don't want it, just throw it away. It's all dirty, how dare you give it back to me?" I whispered that I had washed it, and she
immediately looked unhappy, but she didn't argue with me anymore. She just said she had something to do and left. After I was a distance away
, she turned back and asked me to call her. She said her number was saved in my phone and I should find it myself

. I never saw her again after that meeting. But I secretly investigated this
girl named Chen Weiwei. Through some classmates and friends in the Chinese department, and even online, on Baidu, Renren, etc...
She was a year ahead of me, a senior, and not as frivolous as I thought. She received
a scholarship from the school last year and was an excellent student in both character and academics. I saw on the school's website that
she participated in the annual parties and such, so she must be very talented in dancing and singing. The more I saw how outstanding she was
, the colder my heart felt. A girl this good must have a trainload of suitors, while I'm just a
poor student drifting through life, with no special characteristics or talents. Forget about being boyfriend and girlfriend, she might even have
to think twice about just being friends. I quickly found her phone number; it was signed "Sister." At first, I
shamelessly called her because she still had something to return. But we could only chat about trivial things;
I didn't even have the courage to ask if she had a boyfriend. However, judging from her sleep-talking that night, she
seemed to have broken up with her boyfriend. But regardless of whether she had a boyfriend or not, I felt a gap between us. And
the more I learned about her, the less confident I became. Maybe I felt there was no hope, so I stopped calling.
I'd only occasionally ask when she'd return my things, and she'd say her computer wasn't fixed yet and I should wait…

Lao Qi and Lei Zi said this girl might be playing me. I asked why? They analyzed that I had touched
her breasts, masturbated in front of her, and spilled obscene fluid on her underwear
. Although she didn't call the police, mainly because she was afraid of what would happen if it got out, she didn't want to let
me off so easily. So she must be thinking of some way to get revenge and punish me. Their analysis
made sense , so I was even more afraid to call her. More than a week passed like this, and I didn't contact her again.
I didn't know how to face her anymore; feelings of inferiority and guilt
overwhelmed . I didn't even dare to think about that night. Ha, it seems I'm incredibly cowardly.

One morning, as I was getting ready for class, I saw her standing on the steps in front of the teaching building. She was
wearing a white blouse and skinny jeans, carrying a small black leather bag. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, making her look
even more neat than before. A pair of large, dark green sunglasses added to her stylish look, attracting many boys who couldn't help but stop and
stare at her, some even whistling at her. But she ignored them, standing there quietly as if waiting for someone.
Could she have a new boyfriend? I guessed she was waiting for him. I considered whether to go up and
say hello, but then I thought, we don't really know each other, and with so many people coming and going, it wouldn't be good if I
suddenly struck up a conversation and brought up the fact that she stayed overnight at my place. I lowered
my head, pretending not to see her, and was about to slip past her. But she blocked my way, gave me a strange smile, then
grabbed my hand, pulled me outside, and said cheerfully, "If we don't hurry, we'll miss the bus!"

Chapter 4 A Bizarre Date

I was completely bewildered. I wanted to say I had class today, but my legs wouldn't obey me
; they like magic, and I was running after her like crazy. We finally caught the bus, huddled together
, panting heavily. Seeing each other exhausted like babies, I couldn't help but laugh. Her smile was beautiful, and I couldn't help
but glance at her again, noticing a hint of mischief in her eyes. Suddenly, her smile vanished, her face hardening, and she asked me
fiercely why I hadn't called her lately. I honestly replied that I didn't know what to say,
and I was afraid of bothering her. Unexpectedly, she smacked me on the head without hesitation. "Are you bothering me? You're so presumptuous.
Remember, you're not allowed to call me without my permission, understand?" Her double negative left
me confused. Although it was a nice thing to say, it sounded really awkward. After a long pause, I finally managed
a half-understanding "Oh." My reaction was probably too silly, which made her chuckle again. "So silly!" Even though she scolded
me, I didn't feel any dislike from her. On the contrary, I had a vague feeling that she liked me a little. A surge of joy welled up inside me, and I chuckled
along . Seeing me grinning foolishly, she suddenly asked, "Silly boy, where do you want to go?"

"Okay, whatever you say. I don't know where to go either." To be honest, it was the first time a girl had ever asked me out, and I was
incredibly nervous. It felt so unreal, like I was afraid I'd say the wrong thing and she'd fly away. So I
acted all timid and awkward. But she was very generous,
like . She made all the decisions but always accommodated me. She suggested we go to Daming Lake first, saying it would be the best time for boating
. I had no objections, so we went to Daming Lake together. We had teppanyaki for lunch on Furong Street,
and after that, we strolled along Quancheng Road pedestrian street. This was probably the happiest date of my life. We held hands
like a couple who had been dating for years. We squeezed onto the bus together, crossed the street together, and shopped together. She wanted
some pudding, and when she was thirsty, she asked me to buy her some Nongfu Spring water. When she was tired, she asked me to carry her on my back, and she didn't hesitate at all. I
was happy to accept, without any awkwardness. When we sat on a long stone bench by the street to rest, I was still wondering if this
was real. Seeing her beaming face, I felt enveloped in happiness. Some things are like that—
you desperately pursue them but can't get them, while others you never even dare to dream of slip right into your life.

We spent two hours at the arcade that afternoon, and when we came out, we had 76 yuan left. I said it was just enough
for a taxi home and some snacks. She suggested we go sing karaoke. So we found the cheapest karaoke place
and sang for two hours straight. We didn't head home until we were completely
broke, because we had no money for a taxi. She grabbed my hand and asked me to sing her "First Time," oh, "First Time I Hold
Your Hands..." But as soon as I sang the first line, the tune went way off track. She laughed and said I was naughty,
that her legs were weak from laughing, and insisted I carry her. At first, I wasn't too willing, but she coaxed me, saying, "Be
a good girl and I'll sing you a song." So I carried her on my back, and she whispered "Lonely Northern Hemisphere" in my ear: "
Are you used to not having my embrace as a heater? I'll give you photos so you can't see my loneliness in the Northern Hemisphere. No matter how big the world is, two
sincere hearts can keep each other warm. My longing won't be lazy, I'll keep all my dreams safe for you..."

It was almost eleven o'clock when we got downstairs. I wondered if I should ask her to stay
. It was so late; I couldn't just let her go home alone. If I suddenly asked her to stay, would she misunderstand and
think I had ulterior motives? While I was hesitating, she actually suggested going upstairs to check on things. I
awkwardly chuckled twice, instantly feeling like a complete idiot.

We went into the room, turned on the light, and the room was a mess. The bed hadn't been made for days; the blankets and clothes were
all mixed up. I felt a little embarrassed and busied myself tidying up the sofa, wanting to invite her to sit down and then get her some
water . But she went to sit on the bed instead. "I slept in this bed that day?" she asked.

"Yes, but it wasn't this messy," I replied.

"Huh, what book is this?" She casually picked up a novel called "The Cat's Temptation" from my bedside table. Just as she was about to
flip through it, I quickly snatched it away, handing her my water glass. "Sorry, I shouldn't have been flipping through guys' favorite
things," she said with a grin, taking a sip of water to clear her throat before asking, "Isn't everyone downloading movies to watch these days?
Why are you still reading this kind of novel?" She seemed to be mocking me. I suddenly remembered my notebook was still with her,
filled with Japanese adult films. Just thinking about it made my face burn; I felt incredibly embarrassed. I
tossed the magazine aside, somewhat defiantly saying, "Mind your own business!"

To my surprise, she put down her glass, turned around, and pushed me onto the bed, then pressed herself against me,
face to face, our eyes meeting. "I'm going to keep an eye on you!"

Those were mesmerizing eyes, burning with a fiery intensity that seemed to consume me entirely. My
heart pounded, and I instinctively tried to pull away, but she held my head, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips
to mine. My breath quickened, my face burned, and the thing I'd longed for was finally about to happen.
Excitement and elation overwhelmed my thoughts; I couldn't decide whether to accept her or push her away. Her soft, wet tongue deftly pried open my trembling lips and entered my mouth, releasing
a constant stream of sweet saliva. Looking back, I felt pathetic. My first kiss had been given to someone so inexplicably , and not even initiated by me. For a boy, it was incredibly embarrassing. She embraced me tightly, her tongue swirling wildly in my mouth, relentlessly ravaging my lips. My tongue mechanically followed her rhythm , and our saliva mingled, seeping from the corners of our mouths. But the kiss lasted too long; her whole body was pressed against mine, her arms tightly wrapped around me. My hands, bracing against the edge of the bed, supported both of our weights. Eventually, I couldn't hold on any longer and lay down, both of us falling onto the bed together. Our lips continued to intertwine, caressing and sucking, and I could hear her soft, panting breaths. My hands began to wander, tentatively climbing up from her waist. Even through the thin shirt, the soft, full flesh was incredibly alluring. I deftly unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time , my hands caressing her smooth, flat stomach, feeling the slight tremors in her body. My fingers then wandered to the bottom of her bra, lifting the slightly elastic underwire, revealing her full , white breasts in my hands once more. I pulled away from her lips and looked down to admire these beauties. They were smooth, soft, full, and elastic. My fingertips glided over her nipples, and those tiny, bean-sized nipples slowly hardened like pearls. I swallowed hard, unable to resist taking the tiny pearl into my mouth. The room was filled with a chaotic and excited atmosphere; desire ignited our bodies like fire, a heat that could melt everything. Clothes became an obstacle; we tore at each other like wild beasts until we were completely naked… When we embraced again, naked, she let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. Holding her, I could clearly feel the smoothness and delicacy of her skin, and the unique fragrance and warmth emanating from her very being. I couldn't resist pressing her down and kissing her lightly. Her legs naturally parted, my genitals touching the skin at the base of her thighs, allowing her to clearly feel my hardness and passion. Inhaling her alluring scent, I kissed her delicate skin, slowly moving down . My hot lips made her tremble. Perhaps she sensed my intentions, and instinctively tightened her grip.

Legs. I gently caressed her long, slender legs with both hands, my tongue
lightly licking the delicate skin of her inner thighs and the edges of her private area. This was the second time I had seen her private parts so clearly. It felt somewhat
intimate . Her private area was plump and round like a ripe peach, pink and tender, so beautiful that I couldn't resist taking
a bite.

Excitement and fervor had long since clouded my mind; all I knew was to please this
beautiful Wasn't it also a kind of satisfaction and pleasure for me to bring my beloved satisfaction and pleasure? When
I looked up, her eyes were glazed, but she was smiling foolishly. "You're quite something, don't seem like it's your first time?" "

It never was." I lied because I didn't want her to look down on me. At this moment, she half-opened her hazy eyes,
her chest rising and falling with her soft breaths, murmuring, "Come on, come on..."

Of course, I understood what she meant. I lifted myself up, placing my hands on either side of her waist, my lower body hardening
against that mysterious spot. The fiery hardness meeting the smooth, watery softness—that sensation instantly
ignited my desire to its peak. She bent her legs slightly, ready to receive me, but after
a few touches, we couldn't find the right spot. This was completely different from what I had imagined. I thrust a few more times, but still
couldn't penetrate. At this moment, cold sweat broke out on my brow. Suddenly, I remembered that in romantic movies, the male lead
would apply lubricant or saliva before penetration. Was it because it wasn't slippery enough that I couldn't get in? I
spat into my palm, intending to imitate what I saw in the movies.

Unexpectedly, this clumsy action only elicited a burst of laughter from her. "You're disgusting." I think she must
have seen through my intentions, otherwise she wouldn't have laughed at me. While I was still feeling embarrassed, she
leaned down and took my penis into her mouth. Like an electric shock, I was instantly stunned, my mind went blank.

There was only one impulse, the urge to ejaculate… I instinctively recoiled and sat on the bed, but
she pushed me down and pinned me beneath her…

As she guided my penis into her body, desire reached its peak. Some things are
no longer under your control; no matter how hard you try or how much you resist, you just give in
. I only lasted a minute inside her. I hadn't even had a chance to experience the unique sensation of making love for the first time… the sensation of a real woman's
flesh, completely different from masturbation. The tension and excitement alone
overwhelmed . "I'm sorry," I said, "I suddenly felt so helpless.

" "It's okay, is this your first time?" "First times are always like this." Although I could see the disappointment in her eyes
, she still lay down and held me tightly in her arms,
comforting .

"You noticed?" I buried my head in her chest; perhaps that would lessen my shame. "

Hmm, sleep, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep." She gently comforted me while stroking my back...

I slept exceptionally soundly that day. When I woke up, she was gone. I thought I must have dreamed of
her that night, because my first reaction upon waking was, "Damn, it was just a dream!" But when I received the text message she left me,
I realized it was real: "I'm leaving now, I have an early class. I didn't have the heart
to wake . I hope you're not late. I'll bring you your laptop next time. Also, I've deleted your movies. From now
on, I won't allow you to watch any other women, otherwise..."

Chapter 5 Catching in Bed

I didn't reply to the text message for a long time. Thinking about my terrible performance last night, I felt like I wanted to kill myself. I can masturbate
for two or three hours without any problem, so why can't I handle it at the crucial moment? What a piece of trash, no—
I should say, what a piece of trash. I secretly vowed to myself that I should avoid masturbation in the future; it's harmful to both myself and others!

I dared not make phone calls, I couldn't concentrate on classes, and I was distracted even when playing games. Zhao Sen said I was possessed by a ghost.
I said no, I was slept with by a woman. Zhao Sen looked astonished and leaned closer. "You were deflowered?" I nodded
. "Which tomboy is so hot? When are you going to bring her out so we can see
her ?" Zhao Sen grinned slyly. Celebrate? I suddenly felt there was nothing to celebrate. What kind of
love is this, or is this 149? It all feels so unreal, like a dream. But I really was slept with by that girl last night,
right? Does that mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend? If so, why don't I see any
trace ? Shouldn't lovers say "I love you" to each other? We spent the whole day together, but neither of us
said the word "love" to the other.

Is this even love?

Zhao Sen, seeing my confused look, assumed I was worried about paying for dinner and scoffed, "Stingy!
You don't need to treat us tonight, Fatty's treating us to a 'honeymoon' party!" "Honeymoon" basically means renting a place outside of
school , basically living with your girlfriend outside for easier sex. We'd also use it as an excuse to
tease her, which is basically just a free meal.

Fatty is the second oldest in our dorm, and his girlfriend is named Yilin, but we all like to call her Cai Yilin. She
's in our class; there are few girls in our class, and even fewer who are pretty. Yilin is considered
a class beauty, but Fatty managed to win her over. As Lao Qi would say, "Even the best cabbages get eaten by pigs."

Lao Qi said this with resentment, because I know he used to have a crush on Yilin. He
'd never admit it, but he certainly fantasized about her. I remember back in freshman year, when we lived in the dorms, we always
liked to talk about the girls in our class before bed—who was pretty, who was flirtatious, who wasn't a virgin… Yilin
was one of our frequent topics of discussion. I think someone once said they wanted to pin her down and have their way with her. I
clearly remember Fatty calling someone a beast back then, but he ended up being the beast himself.

We ate at Fatty's new place that night. It was a tiny two-room apartment, a living room and a bedroom, and you had to
go outside to use the toilet. And it cost over 500 yuan a month. My phone was dead, and there was only one extra outlet in the bedroom
to charge it. The six of us squeezed onto a small dining table and drank until after 8 pm, finishing two cases of black tea. Two cases
were obviously not enough for us, so Fatty asked Yilin to get another case. Yilin was a little drunk and wanted to stop drinking
. Zhao Sen and Lao Qi kept clinking glasses with Yilin, calling her "sister-in-law" all the time, but what they were really thinking was, "
Nothing tastes better than dumplings, nothing's more fun than sister-in-law," hahaha.

My sister-in-law didn't want to drink, and my second brother didn't dare say anything, so we had no choice but to move on to another game. We played a five-man game at an internet cafe, and Yi...
Lin said she needed to clean up the mess at home and take a shower afterwards, so she wouldn't go. Zhao Sen grinned mischievously, "Okay, take a good shower, and
wait for me at home. I'll be back in a bit." This caused everyone to burst into lewd laughter, but before they could finish,
a broom flew out, yelling, "Zhao Sen, you're going to die!

" Drinking too much really ruined my League of Legends game; I was totally out of it. I lost two games in a row, one was my fault, and the other was Zhao Sen's
. Zhao Sen was a bit annoyed and said he was done, his head hurt, so he left. Before leaving, he asked if we wanted to leave too. Fatty and Lei wanted to continue
duo-queuing, Lao Qi wanted to play some CF to vent, and I didn't have anything to do back home
,
so I didn't move. Not long after Zhao Sen left, I suddenly remembered my phone was still charging on Fatty's bedside table. I told them and hurriedly left, still wondering if Chen Weiwei would call me during this time. What if I called and Yilin answered, causing a misunderstanding?

I rushed to Fatty's house. They rented a converted residential building, living on the third floor, at the very
back . There didn't seem to be many people on that floor; the hallway was dark, without a single light. I groped
my way to his door with great difficulty. Just as I was about to knock, I heard a soft cry from inside from Irene. The sound was strange;
anyone with experience would understand immediately.

Sure enough, a man's voice followed, saying, "Hey! Damn, don't scratch me." I tried
pushing the door; it wasn't locked. I quietly slipped inside and closed the door. Immediately afterward, there was another creaking sound from the bedroom—the sound of Fatty's iron bed. I had sat on that bed
while charging my phone during dinner . My initial impression of Irene was that she was a very kind girl, poised and polite , and genuinely sincere. She didn't seem like someone who would stray too far; while not exactly a lady, she wasn't promiscuous or wanton either. It's true what they say, you can't judge a book by its cover. This seemingly dignified and well-mannered girl had actually done something like this behind my brother's back! No one spoke from the inner room anymore, but the bed continued to creak, and I could vaguely hear the soft sounds of skin colliding and heavy, rapid breathing. Those subtle, fragmented sounds mingled together, tempting my inner desires. I held my breath, standing quietly in the darkness, listening to the sounds echoing in the air like ghosts, lingering around me , as if mocking my ignorance of women. Listening closely, Irene's voice actually sounded somewhat similar . Why did I think of her at this moment? Thinking of the two bodies entwined and wrestling inside, I suddenly had an urge to kick open the door, rush in, catch these adulterous lovers, and see what kind of man this was! Ignoring else, I'd give him a good beating, then let everyone see their lewdness and shamelessness. Impulsive as I was, I knew this had nothing to do with me; after all, I was an outsider. All I needed to do was stand here and wait for them to finish, then go in and get my phone back. Just as I was hesitating about going in, the sounds intensified. Irene's moans grew more rapid, and the collisions of flesh became crisper, indicating that the passion inside was steadily building towards its climax. Suddenly , a phone rang on the table behind me. I recognized it from the ringtone— how could it be here? The ringtone sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room. I immediately picked it up, hung up without answering, and dashed out of Fatty's room like a thief. The sounds in the bedroom abruptly ceased, as if someone had suddenly choked me. Then Irene's panicked voice came from behind me: " Who's there?" Chapter 6: The Fate Has Already Begun in a Frenzy. The call was from "my sister." I never expected her to call me first; after how awful I was last night, I thought she 'd ignore me. Although my heart was still pounding and I was a little shaken, seeing her call brought a strange sense of relief. On my way back, I kept calling as I rushed home, but no one answered. I kept calling until I got back to my place, still no answer. Disappointing! The room was dark, and just as I reached for the light switch, a dark figure lunged at me. I was startled , thinking a thief had broken in, but before the figure even reached me, a pleasant fragrance wafted into my nostrils—it was her. My second instinct told me not to panic, then a pair of soft hands tightly embraced followed by warm lips. It really was her. The second time I'd been dreaming of had come so quickly. I was truly disappointed, thinking that after my awful experience, she might never speak to me again. But it turns out I really didn't understand girls . "How did you get in?" she asked while kissing me. "I saw the key hidden in the door frame right away," she replied, skillfully extending her tongue. I sucked tightly, the mouth-to-mouth connection my tongue wandered into her mouth, playfully moving around. I held her head tightly, afraid she would run away. Having learned from my previous experience, I felt like a pro, completely free of the panic I'd felt before. Moreover, Zhao Sen had taught me many techniques for self-control while drinking—deep breathing, calming down. Combined with the passion I'd overheard at Fatty's house, the fire within me was instantly ignited ; my desire was incredibly strong. Without hesitation, both of us burning with passion, I roughly picked up her rounded buttocks and threw her onto the bed. Clothes were stripped off piece by piece. In the darkness, a large expanse of white lay before me, rising and falling with each breath, small protrusions standing erect on her full breasts, radiating intense waves of thirst. I leaned down and pressed my body against hers, one on each breast, burying my face in her cleavage. I pressed her full breasts against my cheeks, feeling their wonderful warmth and the sweet scent of her breasts. " You... seem less nervous..." Wei said, stroking my hair. " That's because of the teacher's good teaching," I replied. " But it also depends on the student's talent. If the talent isn't there, no amount of teaching will help." She was provoking me. " Is it okay?" Everyone knew what the next step would be, but I deliberately stopped there and asked her if I could have fun on her. "Can I say no... you bad boy!" Her voice was so soft it sounded like she'd lost her soul. So, I tore off her last shred of modesty, deliberately running my hand over her petals, getting my hand covered in her vaginal fluid. She playfully slapped my hand, shyly saying, "Don't touch me like that!" Then she got up , wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me, clinging to me. I forcefully lifted her buttocks with one hand, and...

My hand groped for my big brother, intending to thrust it into her wet cave in one go, but I couldn't get it in after several attempts.
Damn, no way? Again? Seeing my impatience, Wei chuckled. She whispered
teasingly , "I hid my little sister, you can't find her!" Seeing her so brazen, I was a little angry.
I suddenly threw her down, lifted her legs wide, and held my penis against her warm, wetness.
Then, with a thrust, my hardness felt like a muddy mass, suddenly swallowed by her warmth.

Ah! It was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard; I was truly intoxicated.

But the intoxication couldn't resist my burning beastly nature; it was as if the whole world consisted only of bloodlust and
madness. I frantically thrust inside her warm body like a bloodthirsty beast, trying to
devour .

Don't rush, you have to take it slow with a woman. Zhao Sen's advice was completely useless to me when I was aroused.
I just wanted more pleasure, more intense pleasure, more intense pleasure. Only increasingly violent thrusts could
satisfy me.

Wei trembled uncontrollably under my fierce onslaught, her body as limp as mud,
clinging . "Oh, I'm coming!" Wei cried out, hugging
me tightly. The warmth below tightened, like a snake coiling around my penis.

So this is what a woman's orgasm is like!

Immersed in this strange atmosphere, time seemed to stand still. We held each other like that, motionless.

After a long while, she looked up at me, smiled, and gave me a passionate kiss as a reward. Then she let out a long breath and
collapsed heavily onto the bed, quietly waiting for my next attack. "I really want to pin her down on
the bed and fuck her hard," the thought suddenly flashed through my mind. Then came
the creaking of the bed in the fat man's little room, the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, and Irene's moans. What was wrong with me
? Why did I suddenly think of Irene? But the thought of Irene shamelessly hiding in the little room
having an affair reignited my animalistic instincts. I roughly flipped her over and pinned her down
on the bed, fucking her hard. The frequent, rapid thrusts prevented Wei from even uttering
a , the sounds a cacophony that sounded like a Peking Opera performance. It was like a
drowning person struggling endlessly; only she knew whether it was pleasure or pain. Her whole body was tense, her voice
sometimes painful, sometimes blissful. My body felt numb; only pleasure drove us to repeat the
same movements. It all felt like a dream. We weren't attaching genitals to each other
, but wings to carry us. We embraced, taking off together, higher and higher, until we reached the pinnacle of love.
Suddenly, everything went black. A burning heat gathered at our point of union, and my lower body felt a gentle,
tight binding, rendering me immobile. My abdominal muscles spasmed, tightening and contracting until they solidified. I unleashed
one final, powerful thrust.

Wei's body trembled, then convulsed before lying motionless. At the moment of my climax, I
felt myself explode too; exhaustion robbed me of the ability to think, my mind a blank.

This time, it truly felt like—love! I absolutely wouldn't admit to yesterday. I
lingered inside her briefly, and after the climax, I patted her pert bottom. "Did I pass today, teacher?" Wei rolled over, panting and drenched in
sweat , completely ignoring me. I propped myself up with one hand, tenderly caressing
the spot where we had joined, smoothing out the tangled buds. "Does it hurt?" "You looked like you were in pain just now?" My index and middle fingers
roamed over her warm, moist opening, teasing her clitoris from time to time. With my movements, she
trembled, her consciousness hazy as she shook her head. She weakly slapped my hand away, not allowing me to continue to confuse her.
After a while, Wei recovered from the pleasure of her orgasm and pulled her naked body close to me, lying on my chest
with a smile that was both happy and satisfied—a feeling that wasn't pain, but rather comfort.

Chapter 7 Is it

okay if there's no feeling of butterflies in my stomach? You don't really know me, and you've only slept with me twice. Even though I knew the question was idiotic, I
still asked it. "Does it matter?" Her disdain further confirmed how stupid my question was. "Actually, I
've known , you just didn't know." She told a lie very seriously. "Oh?" I couldn't believe it.
"When did we meet?" "In a past life!" She looked at me seriously and said, "Hehe, just kidding, a long time ago, you just don't remember
." Women are so fickle, even their words are a 180-degree turn. Can you tell me when it was? I'm so
curious. I actually secretly investigated you. I know you're so outstanding, why would you like... why would you be so
nice to me? Was it because I took you in that night? I finally asked the question that was on my mind.

Can I tell you when we met later? She leaned close to my face and kissed me, then rested her head
on my shoulder. I really didn't expect her to be so gentle, even her voice was soft. She whispered in my
ear, "That morning when I woke up, I saw that my clothes were all off and I thought I was done for, that I must have been
raped . But I found that I was fine, I just felt a little wet on my butt. Then I saw you
sleeping alone on the sofa, and I guessed what you, you rascal, had done to me. You're so cute and hateful,
hehe, you know what? I just stared at you for a whole half hour, and you had no idea." She opened her eyes
wide and stared at me intently. I don't know why, but when I saw it was you, I had a
strange feeling. Maybe it was fate. And thank you for washing my clothes. It's the first time a guy has ever washed my
clothes and they're so clean. I can't
really explain why, but I just like looking at you. Maybe it's because you look a bit like someone else! Even though you did *that* to me, you didn't actually violate me, which
proves you're not a bad person. It also shows I'm quite attractive to you. What you did was only natural, hehe.
She gently patted my face twice and continued, "But this young lady isn't so easily bullied,
so I took all your valuables. I was going to throw them away. But then I thought, wouldn't that be too
ungrateful? So I left you a note: if you behave, I'll give them back; if you do
n't I'll throw them away.

" "And what happened?" I pressed.

"Silly boy! I ended up getting myself involved." She gently tapped my head. "You think you're the only one who can do investigations?
I investigated you too, otherwise why would I have been so confident in asking you out?"

"Huh? So it was you who contacted me. No wonder Lao Qi and the others said a beautiful girl contacted me the other day, claiming she was my
cousin . I was completely baffled by their questions, thinking, 'Where would I get a cousin?'

Then it dawned on me. Who else could it be?" She put on a smile, "Do you expect other girls to contact you?" Her cute
expression suddenly turned fierce. "

How could that be!" I quickly explained, "I... I've never had a girlfriend before." I suddenly felt so ashamed.
These days, not having had a girlfriend or two is really embarrassing. Suddenly, an idea struck me.
"Can you be my girlfriend?" I looked at her with pleading eyes, pitiful like a puppy. I was really afraid
she'd laugh at me for being an idiot, saying it was just for fun and not to take it seriously.

Aren't we already like this? I went through all this trouble, doing research and going on dates with you, wasn't it all
just to woo you? You're really terrible, always making the girls take the initiative, aren't you ashamed?" I realized that her
angry look was actually quite cute, hehe. I was secretly pleased! Does this mean I've successfully shed
the "single dog" label? Wow, I'm so excited I could practically cheer! I thought she only slept with me to
repay debt of gratitude; sometimes I think how stupid my views and thoughts are. I know I
might not be the guy who makes her heart flutter, but fate unexpectedly arranged for me to become your acquaintance.
Thank God, Buddha, Guanyin, Jesus, Elune, thank you all, I silently
thanked heaven eight hundred times...

By the way, why can't I add you as a friend on QQ? "Lost Fireworks." She called out my QQ username. "I
've tried to add you as a friend several times, but I can't. Your verification question is, 'The saddest season?'
What ?" I've tried spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and none of them are correct. She looked at me seriously, waiting for my
answer. "So eager to know?" I teased her. "Tell me quickly!" She pinched me playfully, and it hurt. I wondered
if I'd forgotten to thank some deity.

The answer was March. Spring, the warm spring of March. I explained. Oh, it was the month. No wonder I guessed wrong.
Then why March? Did someone upset you? She had so many questions. Can't I just not tell you? Women's
questions are really a headache. No, I'm your girlfriend. A girlfriend has the right to know everything about her boyfriend.
Including his past. Suddenly, I realized she wasn't cute at all, but rather domineering. Okay? If you insist on hearing it
, then I'll tell you. It happened when I was in high school.

I looked at the slightly yellowed ceiling, as if I had returned to that innocent and youthful era...

Chapter 8 Unbearable Memories

That really happened in middle school. The girl's name was Su Hui.

We were classmates from junior high. In the first year of high school, we were even deskmates for half a semester. Back then, she
was quite lazy and always asked me to do her homework for her. Our relationship was always good, but it hadn't developed into a romantic relationship
. In her words, I was her best buddy, very loyal.

But I had secretly liked her for many years. In her second year of high school, her grades were already
in the lower middle range . After the winter break, she suddenly dropped out of school at the start of the next semester. I was heartbroken for a long time
and even went to her house to look for her. Later, I heard that her parents were divorced, her father had run off with another woman, and her mother had gone
to work in Shenzhen and never came back. For the past two years, she had been living with her grandmother, who suddenly fell ill at the end of the year and
needed someone to take care of her. She said that her grades weren't good enough for university, so she might as well drop out early to
take care of her grandmother and earn money to ease the burden on her family.

Actually, Su Hui's grades were very good in junior high and her first year of high school. I even suspected that she was deliberately not studying hard
so that she wouldn't have any regrets about dropping out. At that time, I was just a high school student myself, and there was nothing I could do to help her.
Only after evening self-study could I call her to tell her about school. She would also tell me about her day—
who she met, new friends, her unhappiness at work, her boss's meanness, her desire to change jobs, and so on…
Before

I knew it, it seemed I needed to call her every day to feel at ease enough to sleep. I said
goodnight, and she replied, "Study hard." Several times I wanted to tell her, "I like you so much." But the words
just wouldn't come out. This continued until the second semester of my senior year, with over 100 days left until the college entrance exam.
That day happened to be a Saturday, a day off only once every two weeks, and I really wanted to ask her out. At that time, she
worked in a clothing factory and often traveled for work. I heard she would be returning from her business trip that Saturday. At 8 pm,
I called her to ask if she was back. She said she had too much work to finish that day and wouldn't be back until the next afternoon.
I wanted to chat with her a little longer, but she said her roommates were all asleep and she was tired and wanted to rest early.
Reluctantly, I hung up too. Was it really time to sleep? Although I was a little sullen, I didn't
say anything. I didn't want to go to bed early tomorrow

, especially since I finally had no classes. Back then, the only entertainment in our small town was the internet cafe. I ran into an acquaintance there—
our junior high classmate, now her colleague Yang Jing. They had been on a business trip together. From her, I learned that she
had returned that afternoon, and all the other girls on the trip had returned. Only Su Hui and their
supervisor
hadn't come back. She said there was still some work left, but as far as she knew, it was all finished. She'd only stayed because she heard the factory owner in another city wanted to hire their supervisor.

After hearing all this, I felt like I was about to explode. Why did she lie to me? I forced myself
to call Su Hui, but no one answered from nine to ten o'clock. I then called
Yang Jing to ask her to help me find Su Hui. Yang Jing gave me the phone number of their dormitory, and
when I called, Su Hui hadn't returned to the dormitory at all.

At that moment, it felt like the sky had fallen. Around 11 PM, my phone rang. It was Su Hui
calling . My hands were trembling, and I was so nervous I couldn't speak. But I still mustered the courage to ask, "
Where have you been? Why didn't you answer the phone?

I was already asleep when a friend invited us to karaoke for her birthday. I just got back and saw you'd made
so many calls. Is something wrong?" Su Hui's voice was low and her tone was a little off. "

It's good you're back!" I knew she was lying, but I didn't even have the courage to call her out. We were silent for a minute, not
knowing what to say. Oh, then I heard a soft moan from the other end of the line. "What's wrong?"

Her voice sounded off .

"It's nothing, I just bumped my knee, ouch, ouch…!" Another soft moan came from the other end of the phone. "

Are you alright? How could you be so careless? Did you scrape it?" I asked with concern. "

It's nothing. I'm probably just too tired," she explained.

"Then you should get some rest, don't…" I hadn't finished speaking

. "Okay, I

'll hang up then." "Bye…" Then I heard a "duang" sound. I thought she had hung up, but before I
could react , I heard Su Hui's voice again, "Be gentle, you made me drop the phone." I knew that
wasn't directed at me. Was she still with someone else? My heart suddenly raced, and
I held my breath, pressing the phone tightly to my ear, listening intently to the sounds on the other end.
I heard heavy breathing and the slapping sounds of skin hitting skin.

"Ah—" came another sound from the other end, a low, seductive moan, as if she couldn't hold back any longer.

"You're quite the actor, even after all that from Mr. Liu, you act like nothing happened. Haha, looks like your firepower isn't enough!"
A deep male voice followed by a series of hissing noises.

"Huh? Is the phone still connected?" The man's voice was very loud, as if he were speaking directly into the microphone. Then—beep!
Beep. Then there was no more sound from the other end of the

phone. Even the most idiot would know what was going on on the other end. That night, I lay in bed,
feeling dizzy, and I miserably hid under the covers and cried all night.

"And then?" Wei asked me.

The next day, I sent her a text message, just four words: "I look down on you!" Five words. Wei was really
listening intently, her eyes fixed on me without moving. "Okay, I give up." I said helplessly.
After I sent the text message, Su Hui called me immediately and gave me a severe dressing-down, calling me
a lunatic, delusional, and saying that she could be with whomever she wanted and nobody could tell her what to do.
She said the most hurtful things imaginable, like a shrew, destroying all the good times we'd had over the years.

I never called her again after that. She didn't contact me either; we probably both knew
we'd never see each other again. Just when I thought we'd never cross paths again, she called again
. That night was the day before the college entrance exam. "I'm sorry!" Her voice was sobbing on the other end of
the line, but I couldn't say a word of comfort. I didn't want to, and I was afraid to.

She said she'd always known my feelings for her, but she always felt something was missing between us. Maybe
it was the courage we both lacked. Back in school, we all felt young
and had , and having each other around was nice. But things don't always go as planned; the future is something
we can't control. I'm truly grateful for your companionship over the years, but life is full of unavoidable hardships. I'm not
here to beg for your forgiveness, but simply to hope you can understand that I also have my own unavoidable difficulties.

That was the last time I contacted her. After that, she disappeared. Later, I heard from Yang Jing that her affair with
that director was exposed, and the director's wife made a scene at the factory, resulting in their dismissal. Later
still, I heard that Su Hui went south to find her mother. The night she called me was the night she was leaving.

That time, I told her how much I loved her and how heartbroken I was that night.
But she told me it was all too late. "Next life, maybe," she said, "we'll sit at the same table again. I promise I won't leave, I'll wait for
you to pursue me, even if it's the end of time...

" Sigh—I sighed. Pretty girls are all so willful, doing whatever they want, and even at the end, they're
still playing with boys' feelings, which makes me feel even more guilty.

I finished speaking and turned to look at Wei. She seemed to understand what I meant, but she
didn't seem to care . She simply turned over, adjusted her position, and lay flat on the bed with her arms outstretched. "Do you think I'm
playing with you too?" Wei's words stung me subtly. "Isn't that how it is?" I naturally followed up.
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew it was a mistake. I'd been too blunt; speaking without thinking is idiotic! Wei
paused, then stared blankly at the ceiling, gave a dismissive chuckle, and ignored my question.
Perhaps she didn't need to give me any clear answer, and the conversation fell into a
silent stalemate.

"And what about you?" To prevent the atmosphere from worsening, I couldn't help but speak first. "

What about me?" She seemed to be sulking, not even glancing at me. "Are you

angry?" Things were getting bad, so I quickly apologized. "I just said it casually, I didn't mean it. It's just that I
don't know you well enough. You're as mysterious as a riddle. I want to know everything about you, but I know
it's impossible to know everything at once; it can only be done slowly."

"So what do you want to know about me?" She turned to look at me. "

Then tell me about your first love." For example, your first kiss, your first...first time, or something like
that.

Ha! I knew you'd ask those first? She gave me a mysterious smile. Did I really want to know?

Of course! I adjusted my posture, ready to listen.

Then she slowly closed her eyes, leading me into another mysterious space...

Chapter 9: Moonlit Dust's most cherished yet most easily destroyed

story of Wei.

Wei's first love was like a golden couple's story, much happier and more fulfilling than mine.

Her ex-boyfriend was Yue Xia, the class monitor, while Wei was the class's arts and literature representative. What a
perfect couple! They got together in less than a semester. They were so affectionate
, it was enviable. In the classroom, on the playground, in the cafeteria, in the corner of the dormitory, in the movie theater, in the amusement park, you could find them
everywhere. Didn't they get tired of going to so many places?

(Eye roll~ Are you still listening?...Yes! You tell me.)

The point is, they were so close for over a year and they didn't do anything, at most just holding hands and hugging
. I don't believe it. (Hmph, looking for a beating?)

Their first kiss was at the end of their second year of high school, which happened to be Wei's birthday. That bad boy tricked her by saying he had a present
for her, and told her to close her eyes, but what he got in return was a forced kiss. I laughed at her for being silly, but she was happily silly about it. (So
sour!)

After that first kiss, their relationship suddenly became much closer. Although she was very discreet, only
holding his hand at most and rarely hugging or kissing him, whenever there was an opportunity, that bad boy would harass her in private.
He would pester her. He'd either hug her or kiss her. Although she would resist, it seemed like the bad boy always succeeded.

During the summer after her second year of high school, Yue Xia came to see her, saying he'd take her to Suzhou for a trip. She asked, "Where did you get
so much money? Traveling costs a lot of money." He mysteriously replied, "Don't worry about the money, my dad gave it to me." Wei was a little
scared at the time, wanting to go but also hesitant, because she had never traveled far from home before; it had always been her dream. Wei
innocently asked, "Where will we stay that night?" "A hotel, of course," he replied. "We can't sleep on the street, can we?" Suddenly,
Wei felt her ex-boyfriend was very cunning. If he wanted to trick her into booking a hotel room for sex, he should have just done it directly. Why go through all this trouble, going on a trip and
finding a hotel? It's exhausting! (This is romance, kids don't understand.)

Wei thought he made some sense, but she quickly thought of a silly question: how many
rooms should we book? Now she also thinks she was very silly and naive back then, but she genuinely thought that
we had to book two rooms, one for each of us. A little less wouldn't matter, but we absolutely couldn't have sex.

Actually, the idea wasn't that wonderful, and reality wasn't necessarily cruel.
The novel quickly captivated her, causing her to forget all her worries before leaving. Happiness and
sweetness made her infatuated with the boy. Hand in hand, they quickly lost themselves in the beauty of Suzhou, and that night they
naturally ended up in the same room.

(Want more details? Yes!)

Wei said that when she first went in, she was really nervous, as if she could already sense what was about to happen.
Although was tired from playing all day, she was also very excited. She wanted to take a shower but was too embarrassed, so the two of them sat
on the bed watching TV. The TV happened to be showing the male and female protagonists embracing and kissing. As soon as she saw this, the boy
started panting heavily, and Wei also got a little excited. Later, the couple on TV actually got into bed; the man took off his
clothes and pinned the woman down, and the bed started shaking violently… Wei's blood was boiling, and she tried to change the channel
but couldn't find the remote. At this point, the boy couldn't take it anymore, and like the man on TV, he pounced on
her and started going crazy. Clothes were removed piece by piece, until finally they were entwined...

The first time wasn't pleasant; it was painful. His first time, like yours, only lasted a few minutes,
Wei said. Despite this, those nights still felt wonderful. After returning from Suzhou, they became
even more each other, both physically and emotionally. Wei felt she could never live without him. She
said it was like being bewitched; she wouldn't want to lose him no matter the cost...

Listening silently to her story, I felt a strange sense of loss. When she said she couldn't live without him, a
strange revulsion arose within me. Was this jealousy? But it was me with Wei! Now his woman was lying
gently in my arms; it should be her ex-boyfriend who was jealous of me. I was the one who slept with someone else's
woman, yet I was still heartbroken for not having her past. Men's desires are truly insatiable.

Just as I was filled with remorse, I suddenly realized I had overlooked something extremely important. I calmed myself
slightly asked her, "Since you two love each other so much, why did you break up with him? Did he not want you anymore?"

Hearing my question, she suddenly became very agitated, burying her face in her hands and saying sadly, "Yes, it was him,
he didn't want me anymore. We swore to grow old together, to be together forever, it was him…it's all his
fault…he's a liar…he lied to me." Wei's words were broken and drowned out by her sobs.

Yue Xia died suddenly in a car accident, about a year ago.
They , and the day after she returned to school, she received the tragic news of his death. The cause of the accident was
Yue Xia's drunk driving, but Wei couldn't believe it because her Yue Xia never drank. "

He's a liar, he said he would never leave me…but he's just gone like that." Wei was lost
in a state of utter confusion, repeating herself over and over. Seeing her like this
broke heart, but there was also an uneasy feeling mixed in with it. Clearly, she loved him very much and couldn't forget him.
First love is the sweetest, carrying so many of our fantasies and beautiful memories. Although we were young and naive, that only
added a touch of awkwardness to our sweetness. But Wei's was different; her feelings were filled with so much pain.
Perhaps that's why, in my eyes, Wei seemed more mature than people our age.

I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know how. Although Yue Xia was a thing of the past,
I could see that he was irreplaceable in Wei's heart, while I had unwittingly ended up in
the position of a substitute. In the end, I hugged her helplessly, gently patting her trembling back as she cried, occasionally saying
"It's all in the past" to comfort her. Actually, I also wanted to tell her that I was still there for her, but I knew my
place in her heart. A substitute, ha!

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt that I was the one who should be the saddest. I also felt like crying. Wei was my true first love,
but she told me all this. No matter what, when a couple hears or knows that their partner
is holding hands, hugging, or even just being ambiguous with someone else, they would be furious,
let alone sleeping together. But she suddenly threw me into this mess, and she's so devoted to him,
even after death, she still thinks of him so deeply. It shows how important he is to her.

I can only blame myself for being stupid; if I hadn't asked her, I wouldn't be suffering like this. Now that I know she
still deeply loves someone, I'm starting to worry about my place in her heart.
I have absolutely no confidence in our future relationship, in our love. Seeing her lying in my arms, her heart
with , makes my expression involuntarily twist, and my mindset twists along with it. Am I going to be
jealous of someone who's already gone?

After Wei fell asleep, I stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep for a long time. I was
like anxious and insecure, lacking any manly spirit.

Chapter 10: Ninety-nine percent happiness can't outweigh one percent pain.

After that night, Wei and I became a couple and started living together.

Suddenly having another person made life much more interesting. Okay, I admit, our sex life became much more interesting.
But there were still many fun things. We ate together, went to school together, waited for each other after
school, and went out together on weekends. Sometimes we even had to fight over the toilet in the morning, though I usually lost
to her. She would do my laundry, but I had to wash her feet. Before, I always bought food, but after she came, she took over the kitchen...
The room was cleaned up, and she taught me how to cook. At first, I thought she was so kind, but later I realized I'd been tricked
. She was actually teaching me to cook for her, which was really impatient of her. Occasionally, she would cook for me, but I
had to wash the dishes. She didn't give up her dorm room at school because she said she'd move in if I ever angered her.

Perhaps because of this, I was often bullied by her, like a sister bullying a brother. But I felt quite happy;
I felt like I had a purpose in life, and I often fantasized about a bright future. Gradually, I became more grounded and rarely
went out fooling around with Zhao Sen and his gang anymore. Lei Zi said I was useless, that I'd forgotten my brothers and lost my loyalty after getting a wife. He said, "Look at
Fatty, he still does whatever he wants, that's what a real man does." Usually, when I got scolded, I just chuckled and didn't
fight back.

I think I've fallen in love with her because holding her makes me feel so content. Every time we made love, I
liked to hold her, play with her full breasts, tell her I loved her, and ask if she
loved me the same way. But she never gave me a straight answer. Sometimes she says she likes me a lot, but then she says liking isn't the same as
loving. When she sees me feeling down and unhappy, she'll comfort me by saying she can't live without me. Just when I believe her,
she'll suddenly say I'm like a good younger brother to her, like family, and she can't live without me, her loving, understanding, and considerate younger
brother.

"Then wouldn't it be incest if you slept with your brother every day?" I retorted. "

No, we're not related by blood. My parents have always wanted a son, so I'm taking you in for them first,
hehe, they'll have to acknowledge you sooner or later." Her illogical reasons are boring and shameless. " If

she says she loves me, I'll accept it." I'm such a stubborn person, I really want to hear her say "I love you." This
might seem ordinary to other couples, but I've never said it.

When I say "I love you," it's when I'm willing to entrust my whole life to you and give you
everything. That's from the bottom of my heart. What's the point of forcing me to say it now? Is it fun to deceive yourself
? Wei said this with a serious tone but a hint of playfulness. I understand what she means; she's
telling me I'm not good enough, not trying hard enough. But sometimes I feel truly desperate because I don't know how
to make her fall in love with me, just like she said. I still can't get her to say the word "love."

So even though I'm holding her in my arms, I start to feel uneasy, afraid that I'm giving
more than she is, and even more afraid that one day I'll lose her.

This unease makes me anxious, and I start to worry about losing her again. Although I feel that she
loves me 99% of the time, she just doesn't want to say the word "love," but that 1% uncertainty has become an obstacle in my
heart . Because I clearly remember that night when I met her, she
said that word to the boy I was so insanely jealous of in her dream.

This is what bothers me the most.

Maybe it's because I grew up in the countryside, but I'm particularly vain. I want to have what others have,
and behind vanity is inferiority. Sometimes I despise myself. I hate my pettiness, I hate
myself for not being satisfied even with her body. But deep down, I was truly jealous, like a knot in my heart.
I was completely bothered by why she couldn't belong to me completely! This one percent of
unrequited , and it seemed to be spreading.

Wei is from Zibo, her family lives in the city, so she grew up in the city. She came from a well-off family and sometimes inevitably had
a bit of a spoiled brat attitude. At first, I could tolerate it, but gradually, this one percent became
the best excuse for me not to give in to her, like a slowly growing breach. Sometimes I would also be bothered by the fact
that the male lead was a virgin, but we weren't, especially since she refused to say she loved me, which made me feel even more
humiliated.

When all these anxieties were placed upon me, I started acting abnormally. Wei noticed my
unusual behavior. I not only started hanging out with Zhao Sen again but also sometimes deliberately stayed out all night, which led to more and more arguments between us
. At first, whenever we argued, she would really run back to the school dormitory,
staying there three or four days a week and ignoring me, not answering my calls or sending me text messages. But she'd only stay out until the weekend, then she'd
deliberately sneak back when I was sure I wasn't home, tidy up my room, and do my laundry. Afterwards, she
'd text me angrily, "You bastard! You made such a mess
while I was gone! Come back and see what I'll do to you!" Although she didn't say it explicitly, it was mostly a plea: "I'm waiting for you at home, hurry back!"
When I got home, she was usually already clean and waiting for me in bed. I think she was considering my physical needs,
after all, we'd been apart for a week, and she must have needed it too. But the more she did this, the more I felt like she was just
a tool for her venting, coming and going as she pleased without any reason.

My twisted psychology and my petty, chauvinistic nature made me feel
deeply humiliated and inferior every time I accepted her "favors," as if she were pitying me, and I was just a pathetic little dog being played with. But
the truth is, we were both dogs. We licked each other like dogs, even mimicking dog poses.
I even enjoyed watching her crawl like a dog, begging for mercy as I fucked her—it seemed only then could I find a sliver of
satisfaction, a sense of victory. At that moment, I would ask her, "Do you love me?" If she didn't answer, I would fuck her hard from
behind , each thrust reaching its climax. "Ah, I can't take it anymore, please stop!" she would plead softly, but
she wouldn't utter the word.

After intense lovemaking, we would just lie on the bed, silent, as if sulking. I had
the petty temper of a country boy, she had the spoiled temper of a city girl. All of this
could have been resolved with just one word from her, three words, but I never got them…

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