【She, My Goddess】(04) Author: Kai Zi

Author: Kai Zi
Word Count: 4189

(4) He

“He’s a pervert.” Hearing this, he was startled.

He knew the general meaning of “pervert.” But why? She, from the first moment he saw her until
now , he had wanted to hold her in his hands. Why did he have to… He slowly reached out and gently
placed his hand on her left hand to offer some comfort. She lowered her head and held it tightly, silent and motionless. The only
sound was from outside. She raised her right hand and drank the rest of the beer in one gulp. She tilted her head back, her hair
cascading down her back. A fragrance drifted over as the air conditioner fan blew.

She looked at him with her eyes sparkling and smiled bitterly. “Sorry, I startled you.”

“No, not at all,” she paused for a second and said softly, “If you’d like, you can talk to me about him.
Maybe it will make you feel better.” Hearing this, a flash of anger appeared in her eyes, which slowly turned back to calm.
She turned her hand and slammed the empty beer can onto the table with a “bang.” Realizing she had lost her composure, she gently placed
the wine jug back on the table.

She said slowly, "Perhaps you're right, I should find someone to confide in."

Her furrowed brows relaxed slightly as she brushed aside a strand of hair that had been obscuring her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.
Her index finger traced a line in the air, the motion of her brushing her hair back like a moving painting.

Only her fingers trembled slightly.

She turned her face, her eyes half-raised, a faint blush of intoxication rising from her cheeks,
making her even more alluring without makeup.

"We met at Fudan University. He's an American studying abroad," she suddenly said.

"An American!" Why was she even more surprised by that? She didn't know.

Her breathing quickened slightly, she paused, and glanced at the face before her. "Yes, he's
American ," she chuckled softly. She pulled her left hand from under her, gently taking
the hand that had been stroking her and placing it on her knee.

"He was an exchange student, studying in Shanghai for a short period. We met at a school party. At the time,
I was preparing to study in Japan, and since I had nothing to do, I went to the party too. We fell in love at first sight.
Back then, everything was going smoothly, and everything was new and exciting, so we quickly became lovers. But he..."

She paused, knowing her emotions were turbulent and she was recalling painful memories, so she reached out
and held her hands tightly. "Don't say that. I know what 'perverted' means. Especially the kind between lovers."

Hearing this, a hint of hesitation appeared on her face. "How do you know?"

"Ah, I often browse the internet casually. Well, how should I put it, I've seen pigs run even if I haven't eaten pork." She
immediately added, "That's a terrible analogy, I know. I meant I roughly know, you don't need to recall painful memories."

As soon as she finished speaking, a tear rolled down her cheek. Suddenly, she pulled me close, burying her face in my chest, and began to sob,
“At first, he wasn’t anything special, but soon he started using all sorts of sex toys, insisting on
using them during sex. At first, it was just a vibrator, nipple covers,… he used everything, and eventually he even tied me up to do it.
Whenever we were together, he wanted to do it, for hours on end. You know, sex is a wonderful thing, but this
was terrifying! Every time we finished, he made me lick him, lick him, lick him… his anus…” She spread her hands,
covering her face, “It’s disgusting!”

I could only lean closer, my hands awkwardly resting on the back of the chair behind her, feeling
sorry for her as she cried. Slowly, I closed my arms around her back and waist.

Her body was incredibly soft, her upper body slender, as if I could lift her up and hold her in my arms.
She wasn’t short, about 1.65 meters, but her upper body was truly petite and delicate. Seeing her cry even harder, I
hugged her tighter, pressing her breasts against my chest, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "ah." I could feel their throbbing and tenderness even
through her clothes. For a moment, I forgot about her crying and just held her tightly.

"He also made me wear all sorts of revealing clothes. At first, it was school uniforms, business attire, all very short skirts,
only socks without underwear. Later, it got more and more perverted; he bought me underwear that looked like belts. Initially, we
just made love in the open air on the apartment balcony, but gradually we had to keep the windows open during the day, and then we wore raincoats and
made love on the terrace in the rain. Finally, we had to wear revealing clothes to class and when we went out. As soon as we got home, we made love even more intensely.
It was nonstop; he was like a sex machine."

She tried to lift her head, but I held her too tightly, and she couldn't move. She said shyly, "You, hug me a little lighter."

"Oh." I quickly let go of her arms. I took a tissue from the table to wipe away her tears.

"Thank you," she choked out. "He not only helped me, he helped me for hours, sometimes all night.
He made love to me non-stop. During that time, I felt like a sex machine." She straightened her back, pressing her hands to
her arms, letting the tears stream down her face.

"Until, until one time he tried to pour a whole liter of glycerin down my throat." She spread her arms wide
, pointing this way, "He inserted a tube directly into me… My hands were tied behind my back, my eyes were
blindfolded , my mouth was gagged, and I was listening to clips of pornographic films in my headphones, the sounds of men and women making love. I had no
idea what he was going to do next. Halfway through, he suddenly inserted a tube like a soft tube into my anus. I
struggled desperately, trying to scream for help, but he still filled me with glycerin. He also used an anal plug, whipped my
buttocks with a belt, and dripped hot candle wax on me… He was an animal!"

He gently held one of her fingers in his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears. She suddenly looked up, her eyes
wide with : "I hate him! I feel like he ruined my life! I really wanted to kill him for a moment! Ah!"

All I could do was watch her cry and scream frantically, wiping away her tears. She paused for a moment, then buried her face
in my shoulder and sobbed, crying, "You don't know, you don't know! You couldn't possibly know! It was so terrible!"

Between sobs, she slowly said, "But, I can't leave him."

I was stunned. Why? "I think he's indeed hateful, but I feel like he's sick, really, I feel like someone hurt him deeply

in his heart . So, I want to help him. Help him get through this." Oh, so that's it. It was a bit of a laugh and a cry. How could I help someone like that? Was it even worth helping? My heart was filled with doubt. I wiped away her tears. Seeing her so cute, so pitifully crying, her trembling lips evoked an irresistible urge to kiss her, to cherish her, to hold her close.

"How could you possibly help him!" he said, a hint of reproach in his voice, wiping away
the .

"Yes, I could. I helped him get out of this." She became surprisingly serious. "In the end, I helped him correct those
bad habits , just before I went to Japan."

He opened his mouth wide, looking at her, finding her genuinely adorable. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

"He went back to America just before I left for Japan. Before leaving, he confessed to me, apologized, and begged me
to wait for him to come back. He hadn't touched me for two weeks before he left, only kissed me and held my face. He said that after returning to China,
he would immediately go for psychological treatment. I know that the medical field in America is very advanced in this area. We all felt that he could
be cured after returning." At this point, she regained her composure.

"He did go for treatment. After returning to China, he told me he visited several psychological counseling centers and mental
health hospitals. After his condition improved, he even visited me in Japan once. Later, he came to China to develop his career, opened
several software companies, and I heard they were doing very well. He asked me to return to China and marry him, saying that he decided to come to China for my sake
." She paused here, tears welling up in her eyes again. "But he wasn't
cured! In fact, he's even worse than before!"

Then, she trembled hysterically and shouted, "He actually wants me to be with several strangers! I
really regret letting him return to America, this perverted country, this perverted people, so hypocritical. Before he returned to China, I
had already brought him back to normal. We even had normal sex once before we left Shanghai, everything was
so perfect. But now, everything has changed, it's become too outrageous! I can't accept it, he's simply an animal!"

She kept talking and shouting, unable to stop. All I could do was hold her tightly, stroke her back, and comfort her, like
comforting a child, a younger sister. She also had a younger sister, whom she had cared for, held, and comforted since she was little.

"Do you know? Have you ever heard of this kind of pervert? Just now, those two people with him, they, they!
He blindfolded me again and made them both participate in having sex. When I realized what was happening, I was
sandwiched between them, unable to move, while he was watching us from the sofa and laughing! He was actually laughing! He's
insane?! He's really insane! I'm going insane too!..." She continued, unable to stop.

"Stop talking, I understand, no, I don't understand either, but please don't think about it anymore. It was my fault for making you remember
the past. Now it's alright, you don't need to remember anymore. I will help you leave him, leave this kind of life. Even if it costs me
my life!" Hearing this, she suddenly stopped her hysteria, her hands stopped struggling, and
the last tears rolled down her cheeks.

She slowly moved from the chair to this lap, gently sat down, slightly hunched her back, cupped her face in her
hands , and brought her eyes close to mine. There was a metallic smell to her breath, a strange
fragrance . This was the second time I'd seen her so closely, and all I could see was her. Her eyes were red from crying, two tear tracks. It was
my own reflection in her eyes, trying to offer a little warmth to her deep, desperate gaze.

"Oh, no, how could you?" She wiped her eyes and face, cupping one cheek in her hands, brushing
her bangs aside with the other, trying to tuck them behind her ear. Then she stroked that side of her face, touching her eyebrows, her cheek. "You
couldn't , not in terms of your ability. It's just that he's not someone who can be easily changed. I asked him out today,
hoping to tell him in public to stop bothering me. This was the first time we'd been together in public since we met.
I wanted to tell him it was all over. But he…"

"He hit you?" I asked.

She thought for a moment, then said with a cold laugh, "That's fine then. No, he didn't do anything. He just
coldly said he wouldn't give up, wouldn't let me escape. He kept repeating the same thing. Each time he said it,
it was colder , sending chills down my spine."

"Do you have a cigarette?" she asked abruptly.

"No, I don't smoke." Indeed, she didn't smoke; smoking on a smoggy day was practically self-torture. So, she had quit
long ago .

"Oh, I don't smoke either, it's just a bit cold, maybe smoking would make me feel warmer." She forced
a smile , trying to lighten the mood.

"Smoking won't make you feel warm. In fact, besides the pungent smell, you won't feel anything."
She explained this to her, also trying to change the subject. "I used to smoke..."

"Then hold me tight." She didn't continue the conversation, instead pushing herself up with her legs, pulling herself closer, wrapping her
arms tightly around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder, her hair falling across her face.

Her body was so light, trembling slightly. Looking past her hair, I could vaguely see
a scratch mark, bright red, on her back below her fair neck. I felt even more sorry for her and wanted to
hold her tighter. It was hard to imagine anyone would bully such a fragile girl, a girl so in need of comfort. If this
wasn't perverted, then there were no perverts in the world. Why? I was still pondering this question.

She straddled my lap, pulling closer, and I, shamelessly, felt a stirring in my heart, but she only pressed closer,
holding me even tighter.

"What's his name?" I finally asked her.

She loosened her arms slightly, seemingly wanting to get up, but then leaned on my shoulder, turned her face, and whispered in my ear
, "Musk. Allen? Musk!"

I was startled, frowning and asking anxiously, "Is it that Allen? Musk?"

"Yes, that Musk." She didn't seem to care about my surprise. She seemed used to it. She
simply pressed her face against mine.

"What's my name?" This time she sat up, looking at him strangely. "What's your name?"

"Yes, what's my name?" He asked her again, earnestly and gently.

She chuckled, "Your name is Liu Yue."

"Yes, my name is Liu Yue." She smiled easily, "Then, please call me by my name now."

"Liu Yue." She said it short and melodiously.

"Please say it again."

"Liu Yue." Then, she said it again: "Liu Yue." And again, "Liu Yue."

Each time she said it slower, but each time it was gentler and more melodious.

"I love you, I will protect you." These words finally came out, seemingly the only thing this loser
had the courage to do.

She suddenly leaned on his shoulder again, remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned her face and kissed his neck, his cheek, and finally
they kissed. Slowly, gently, deeply.

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