[The Domination of a Reserved Girlfriend] (01) Author: tiansunhao

Author: tiansunhao
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(I) Clues of

a decadent, decadent city at night.

After witnessing the splendor, one enters a dream.

In this city surrounded by financial storms during the day, some people seem particularly lonely at night, while others
seem so vibrant. My name is Xue Hai, an ordinary family member, an ordinary life, but I met
an extraordinary girl.

That girl, of course, is my girlfriend. Zhuang Xiaoxin, dignified and warm. She sounds like a virtuous
and gentle lady with a good temperament. Unfortunately, my Xiaoxin has always revealed
a nature that I cannot touch.

Xiaoxin is 22 years old this year. During my university years, she had a boyfriend
who tricked her into a cheap hotel double bed in less than half a year. Her ex-boyfriend actually had a girlfriend.
He was with Xiaoxin because he thought she was good-looking, had big breasts, and was simple and easy to fool. In the end, he not only
fooled her, but also took Xiaoxin's virginity.

This incident traumatized Xin'er quite a bit, not so much because she was cheated on her virginity, but because her roommates
told her that women inevitably encounter a dozen or so bad men in their lives, so she shouldn't take it too seriously. They suggested she
try deceiving other men to make life fairer. This kind of life philosophy, instilled in
a naive young girl who had just been hurt, was like a band-aid—once it's applied, it's hard to remove,
and even if you do, it leaves a mark.

So, when I met Xin'er at a casual friend's gathering after graduating from university, it took a lot
of effort to win her over. Because she didn't believe in good men, I, a clueless guy who only knows IT, had
countless thoughts of giving up on pursuing her. But thankfully, we're finally together now.

We've been dating for about six months. Besides going shopping and watching movies with her on weekends, I usually enjoy playing
online games—games and competitive ones. I'm not picky about guys, after all. My girlfriend usually likes
to hang out with a few close friends or sit in a small bar by the river. My girlfriend is usually very quiet and
gentle , and she always gets home before midnight. Plus, there are other girls around, so I feel relatively safe
playing games at home while waiting for her.

Today, I was planning to play a new online game as usual, but
the internet connection unfortunately went down. The telecom company is actively trying to fix it, but it seems unlikely to work today.
Just as I was feeling down about whether I'd be forced to play some single-player games I don't like tonight, my girlfriend, wearing a pink
tank top, came into my view. Her C-cup breasts were proudly erect, and her sexy, shapely buttocks were shamelessly
displayed.

"Baby!" My heart was pounding. Anyway, I didn't have any games to play, but I had my girlfriend. I'd play with her first
. After calling her name, I rushed forward, swept her up in my arms, and tossed her onto the sofa in one
smooth .

"What are you doing, darling?" My girlfriend bit her lower lip, staring intently at me. My
heart melted.

"You look so beautiful today, I couldn't resist, I wanted to get intimate."

With that, I pounced on her. My left hand on her chest, my right hand squeezing her buttocks, my mouth roaming between her neck and
collarbone .

"No...darling...I can't take it anymore...I want it too, but...but..." My girlfriend gasped
, her hands weakly trying to push me away.

"But what?"

"Annie and Sasha are waiting for me downstairs. We'll continue when I get back, okay?" My girlfriend finally mustered all
her strength , using both hands to support me, keeping my mouth and hands a certain distance from hers.

Annie and Sasha are my girlfriend's best friends, they've known each other since college. A boyfriend who wants to survive
long enough must please his girlfriend's best friend—I've always remembered this principle. I reluctantly
sat up , but looking at my girlfriend's appearance and her outfit today, I really couldn't control myself.

"Honey, are you going shopping, to the movies, or something today?"

"To a bar. Sasha said a new DJ came, super handsome, I want to see him too."

So she's going to see a handsome guy, huh? Well, I don't have anything else to do anyway, I can't play games, hehe.

"Can I come with you? We've been dating for so long, and I've never taken you to a bar before."

"But...Annie and Sasha are there too, won't that be inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate? I'll protect you three girls, please. I just want to be with you and
admire your beautiful face all the time."

"Okay, sweetie." My girlfriend couldn't resist the compliment and gave me a sweet smile and a warm kiss.

Because I'm not very good at socializing or interacting with girls, I've never
attended a girlfriend's girls' gathering, not even a simple meal together—I can count them on one hand.

So when my girlfriend's two best friends saw me coming along, they looked incredulous.

The four of us hailed a taxi and drove to the bar area.

This was S City's famous bar street, located by the river. At night, we enjoyed the city's unique night view
, the dazzling neon lights. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would drift by, carrying various perfume scents. This place represented night
culture and was the city's top choice for young men and women to get drunk and lose their way.

The three girls walked confidently into a bar with the name "Onedanc
E" hanging at the entrance. It seemed the dancing was the most appealing thing for my girlfriend; after all, she almost went to study
dance . Inside, it was only eight o'clock, so it wasn't crowded. We sat in a corner, playing rock-paper-scissors
and dice games.

Around nine o'clock, people started to arrive, mostly handsome men and beautiful women, all quite good-looking. At this point, the central
dance floor began to fill up, and the main lights facing the dance floor were turned off, replaced by
flashing laser lights, creating a fantastic atmosphere. Even I, who don't usually go to bars, was getting caught up in the fun.

Annie and Sasha couldn't wait to squeeze onto the dance floor, swaying to the
music . My girlfriend stayed by my side; I had only come because I was bored, and I really didn't want her
to skip it because she was worried I'd be bored alone—that would feel like a sin on my part.

"Honey, why don't you go dance too?"

"No, there are too many people today. I'll stay with you."

"No, listen to me, go have fun. It's nice to watch you guys dance from here."

"Why don't you join us?"

"No, I can't dance. I'd look so awkward, it'd be embarrassing, haha. You go dance, look how much fun those
two are having."

"Okay, I'm going then. If you're sleepy, lie down and rest for a bit. Don't wander around, or you'll get lost."
My girlfriend finally gave in to my persuasion and went dancing. Before leaving, she gave me another warm kiss, making me incredibly happy.

Looking at the men and women on the dance floor, listening to the catchy DJ beats, I found myself swaying back and forth. But
in just a short while, my girlfriend and the others were completely lost in the crowd. There were just too many people on the dance floor,
and the lights were flashing, making it impossible to see anything. After scanning the area twice, I gave up.

After the long, fast-paced music ended, the DJ switched to a slower song,
and the people on the dance floor swayed slowly, as if under a spell. The flashing laser lights, which
had been . Then, I found my girlfriend in the crowd. But what I saw made me
freeze.

My girlfriend was leaning against a very stylish man, more than half a head taller than her. Her head was resting on
his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his buttocks. The man's actions infuriated me even more: he was burying his face
in her neck, kissing her, his left hand on her waist, his right hand slipping under her tank top, and
her right breast was noticeably thicker than a hand's width. They were passionately entwined, caressing
each other.

At that moment, I felt breathless, my mind a complete mess. I didn't know whether I should go up and
slap my girlfriend and the man, or sit there and wait for her to come back to confront them. Caught between a rock and a hard place, I
watched for almost five minutes, holding my breath. The two on the dance floor seemed oblivious to everyone around them,
as most of the young men and women were dancing intimately like them.

Then Sasha returned from the dance floor with a man. Her face was flushed, like a shy young girl.

My girlfriend and the man were already passionately kissing on the dance floor. My eyes were fixed on
them , but my gaze held neither resentment nor anger; it was because my penis had inexplicably become erect.

Sasha, following my gaze, covered her mouth and immediately ran onto the dance floor, pulling my girlfriend away.
She said something to my girlfriend, who then looked in my direction. My girlfriend said something to the man, then followed
Sasha to their seats with her head down.

Watching my girlfriend walk towards us, I felt neither anger nor blame. At that moment
, I felt mostly self-reproach. I didn't know why, seeing my girlfriend so intimate with another man, my
penis had become erect. I was utterly ashamed. How could I be so shameless, so perverted?

My girlfriend sat beside me, took a sip of her drink, then gestured for Sasha and her male companion to leave, and
looked at me. But I was still questioning myself, deeply interrogating myself. I didn't respond to her
gaze at all. My girlfriend, thinking I was angry, pulled my hands and nestled into my arms.

Because I was still hard, I was afraid she would notice, so I pulled her up to sit properly, holding her hands
to prevent her from touching my shameless genitals. Then, calming myself down, I gently asked,

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Did you see that? Are you angry?"

"See what? It was just dancing. What's there to be angry about?" I lied, only because I
knew my behavior was more unforgivable than hers. Moreover, it was a matter of my dignity.

"But, I was taken advantage of, aren't you angry?" My girlfriend looked at me with disbelief
, blinking her big eyes, making me even less willing to pursue the matter further.

"It was just a little intimate while dancing, that's all. As long as you're happy." I forced myself to give
my girlfriend a warm smile in the dim light.

"How do you know I'm happy?"

"If you weren't happy, you wouldn't talk to me like this. If you were unhappy, you'd make me go and deal with
someone else, you idiot." I couldn't help but kiss my girlfriend's cheek, but the moment I kissed her, I seemed to smell
the disgusting saliva of another man. My penis got even harder.

My girlfriend made a face at me, then looked at the dance floor with her wine glass in hand.

In an instant, I was caught in a moral vortex of self-doubt. I had read articles about cuckoldry, and I
had read incestuous relationships, teacher-student relationships, but I had only used them as material for that night's masturbation. I had never thought that I
would be a character in an article, and I had never thought that I might be a cuckold. But my penis's reaction gave
me a resounding slap in the face, waking me up.

From the moment I saw my girlfriend's intimate actions with another man, I hadn't felt anger; I was more tense
and breathless. At first, I thought I was angry, but now that I think about it, isn't this just excitement? The more I thought about it,
the more complicated my feelings became. This feeling was terrifying, and I was even a little afraid to face myself.

"Honey, what are you thinking about?" My girlfriend noticed that I was lost in thought and immediately came over to interrupt me,
afraid that I was angry because of what had just happened.

"Nothing, nothing, hehe. I was just wondering if you guys usually do this at bars?"

"This...this...definitely not, how could that be? It's all because I drank some alcohol earlier."

My girlfriend was a little nervous and stammered. Actually, I knew that my girlfriend was lying, afraid that I would be angry. She said
this because she had drunk alcohol today, as if she had never drunk alcohol before, haha. Of course, I wouldn't press her further,
so as not to embarrass my girlfriend.

"Well, baby, do you still want to go dancing? I want to watch some more." I looked at my girlfriend with a smile, but my lower body, which had slowly softened after
feeling guilty, started to get hard again.

"Go again? Are you serious? You really won't be angry?" My girlfriend looked at me with great surprise, as if she were seeing
a wonder of the world.

"Yeah, yeah, I really want you to go. I love seeing you dance so seductively, you're not usually like this."
I slightly covered my crotch with one hand, resting my chin on the other, looking very expectant.

"Okay, then I'll go dance for a while longer, but you said you wouldn't be angry, okay?" My girlfriend asked me again tentatively
. After receiving my affirmative answer, she habitually kissed me with the same lips she had just used to French kiss the other man
.

After my girlfriend left her seat, she kept looking back at me to make sure I wasn't really angry. Then she happily went onto
the dance floor, getting into the groove to the cool DJ's beat.

A few minutes later, she stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at me innocently. Seeing my questioning
expression , she timidly pointed to a group of people in the distance—the man she had just danced with was there. I
understood what she meant; she was asking for my permission. I smiled and nodded, and she happily walked over.

When she reached the group, she caused a stir among the men there. The man she had been dancing with immediately
stood up, took her hand, and led her onto the dance floor. As they walked, she whispered something to him. He
looked at me and nodded. Although I didn't know what he meant, I nodded back. He was
probably thanking me for letting her dance such an intimate and provocative dance with him.

Despite the surging crowd on the dance floor, I couldn't keep an eye on my girlfriend all the time. Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse
of her being touched and kissed by that man. My genitals were still shamelessly erect, and I suddenly had an urge to go to the toilet and
masturbate. But I couldn't bear to miss some of the exciting moments on the dance floor.

After a while, they must have gotten tired of dancing, and my girlfriend wanted to go back to her seat, but the man pulled her
to sit with them. My girlfriend glanced at me, and I immediately turned my head away, pretending not to see her. When I looked back,
my girlfriend was already sitting down among the group, drinking and chatting with them. Throughout the process, my girlfriend was constantly being held by that man;
they looked like a couple.

After a few drinks, Xin'er tried to get up, but seemed a little unsteady. The man immediately went over to help her,
dutifully playing the role of a chivalrous protector. Seeing them head towards the restroom, I couldn't wait to get up too

and rushed over.

The restrooms here were shared, one person per stall, unisex. Outside was a large sink,
and next to it stood couples kissing, including Annie and a man I didn't recognize. There

were about 20 stalls, plenty of space, and there was basically no need to queue. I saw my girlfriend go into a
stall and was about to close the door when the man blocked it with his hand and went in too. After they closed the door, I realized I couldn't see
anything ; the area below was almost completely sealed off. Just as I was getting anxious, the toilet door next door opened,
and Sasha and the man from before came out. Sasha looked ecstatic, and the man nodded at me, but Sasha
didn't even notice me. I immediately went into the toilet they had vacated.

It had a toilet, was very spacious, and had plenty of room. There were one or two condoms scattered on the floor, and the trash can in the corner
was overflowing with tissues and condoms. Seeing this, I became even more anxious. I stood on the toilet, trying to
look over.

I guess the bar was originally designed so that more young people could have fun in the toilet without
being spied on. The partitions between the toilet stalls were very high, with only a fist's width of space, not enough for me to stick my head
through.

But luckily, my girlfriend was facing me, standing with her back against the partition. And the man was squatting down,
licking her vulva from below. My girlfriend's tank top had been removed, her firm breasts flaunting themselves without any cover
. She held the man's head down with both hands, enjoying his sucking.

"Don't do this... my boyfriend is waiting for me... please don't... ah..." Xin'er verbally resisted
the man 's further advances, but her hands didn't move to stop him.

The man then stood up, taking her pink nipple into his mouth, while his large hand pinched her other nipple.

My girlfriend still held the man's head, her words of resistance broken and fragmented.

The man placed my girlfriend on the toilet seat, standing while she performed oral sex on him. From this
angle , I couldn't see anything; I could only put my ear to the gap and hear my girlfriend's already unclear speech, only
able to moan and groan.

At this moment, I was in a huge internal struggle. Although I initially suspected I had a cuckold fetish, and seeing my girlfriend being caressed, kissed, and even given oral sex
by someone else excited me, I wasn't prepared for her to be penetrated.
It was all too sudden.

"No...please...you can't come in...waaaaah!" Suddenly hearing my girlfriend's pleading voice,
I knew something was wrong; my girlfriend was about to be violated by this strange man. Reason overcame all
excitement . I jumped off the toilet and opened the door.

Everyone else in the bathroom watched as I frantically pounded on the door of the next stall. "Xin'er, is that you in there?

Open the door! We're home!"

There were sounds like struggling inside, then the stall door opened, and Xin'er sat weakly in the doorway, completely naked.
The man rushed out, pushed me aside, and ran away.

Some men in the bathroom stared at Xin'er's chest, whistling and shouting. Realizing what was happening, I immediately
went into the bathroom and closed the door. I helped Xin'er sit on the toilet and held her.

"Waaaah...husband...he just tried to take advantage of me..." Xin'er sobbed, and hearing her made my heart
ache.

"It's alright, it's alright, he's gone. Sweetie, let me help you put your clothes back on."

Xin'er's panties were already pulled down to her ankles. If I hadn't stopped him in time, she might have already been
fucked, maybe several times. Thinking about this, I still felt a little excited, and I didn't even think about
causing trouble for that man.

I texted Xin'er's two best friends, saying we were going home first. Taking the half-drunk Xin'er, I hailed
a taxi .

Today's events happened too suddenly, too quickly, even I couldn't keep up. Xin'er
isn't usually like that on the dance floor, and she doesn't even like talking to men. Could this be the legendary subtle
subconscious psychology, a repressed hornyness? And then I saw my girlfriend being taken advantage of, even giving other men oral sex, and I
got an erection. Could this be the legendary inhumane perverted psychology, cuckoldry?

At this moment, I lowered the car window a little, letting the wind blow, and entered into deep thought.

(To be continued)

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