A romantic encounter after a breakup

One day not long ago, I was idly scrolling through my WeChat Moments when I suddenly saw she posted a song by Kousuke Atari—"Each Goes Their Own Way." I was a little surprised; she usually didn't post things without a reason, even a picture or a sentence usually had a deeper meaning, let alone a song like this. I messaged her, tentatively asking if she also liked Kousuke Atari, or if something was on her mind. I also recommended another song by Kousuke Atari. After a while, she replied, saying she had posted it on a whim. I asked if she had a fight with her boyfriend. She sent three words—"Broken up." I had expected this answer, but I was still a little surprised when she said it directly. How could someone break up with such a beautiful girl? I met her at a dinner party; I initially wanted to pursue her, but later, when I heard she had a boyfriend, I gave up. I asked her if she was home alone; she said yes, and didn't want to go out. I said it's not good to be alone after a breakup, and that going out for a walk would make her feel better. She said there wasn't anything interesting to do outside. Seeing an opportunity, I said there was a newly opened restaurant that I heard was pretty good, and asked if she wanted to try it. I said she needed energy to keep feeling sad. She initially replied "get lost," but then realized I was right and asked where the place was. I sent her the location, and we arranged to meet there two hours later. Then I quickly took a shower and got ready. Two hours later, we sat in this newly opened restaurant, eating and listening to her recount her story of meeting her boyfriend, falling in love, and breaking up. I tried to comfort her, saying that perhaps it was fate's arrangement, to let her meet someone better. The meal lasted a long time, ending close to nine o'clock. I had originally planned to see a movie with her, but she said she wanted to go to a bar for drinks. I was delighted, so we headed straight to the bar and drank heavily. She kept asking for more drinks, seemingly trying to drown her sorrows. When we left, her eyes were glazed and she was unsteady on her feet. I didn't even ask if I wanted to take her home; I simply booked a room at a nearby hotel and took her up. As soon as we entered, without even inserting the card, I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. Under the combined influence of alcohol and lust, we were soon naked together. She had a great figure, soft breasts, a pert bottom, and delicate skin that felt wonderful to the touch. I picked her up and threw her on the bed, and started having sex with her right away. It felt incredibly good. In the darkness, all I could hear were the sounds of slapping and her moans, making me feel like I was secretly having sex with someone else's girlfriend. She acted as if she hadn't broken up with her boyfriend yet, which excited me even more. I took turns having sex with her in various positions. Later, she mumbled a few words, and when I listened carefully, I realized she was calling out "Jing-gege," "Jing-gege"... This excited me even more because her ex-boyfriend's name contained the character "Jing," so she usually called him "Jing-gege." Clearly, in her infatuation, she mistook me for her boyfriend. Moreover, she started to become more proactive, constantly saying to me, "Jing-gege, I'm so itchy, so itchy." "Brother Jing, do you like me like this?" "Brother Jing, isn't this your favorite position?"... Normally, I have difficulty ejaculating after drinking, but under such stimulation, I couldn't take it anymore. After a series of rapid thrusts, I shouted and sent all my semen deep into her body. She stretched her neck, her whole body tensed, tightly sucking my penis, wanting to leave every drop of fluid inside her. After the frenzy, she nestled in my arms like a kitten. I wanted to go again, but seeing her sleeping peacefully, I couldn't bear it and decided to do it the next morning. But when I woke up, I found the bed empty; she was gone. I called her, but her phone was off. I sent her a WeChat message, but it wouldn't go through; she had deleted me as a friend. I suddenly felt like I hadn't lost someone I could sleep with, but a friend. Perhaps, for her, last night was merely a farewell ceremony, a sacrifice using my body to truly bid farewell to a relationship. [The End]

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