The kindergarten teacher's gratitude for not marrying

After chatting for several hours, I learned her address. I dressed up carefully and went to visit her. When we met, my heart was pounding with excitement. She was petite, gentle, and adorable, with a sweet and charming voice. She was incredibly cute and knew how to be charming and affectionate. My heart melted instantly. I learned that J was currently working temporarily at a kindergarten and was preparing for the teacher's exam, but was bored studying alone. I promised to visit her every day, bringing my tablet with downloaded games and movies. While she studied, I told her jokes, taught her games, watched movies with her, and encouraged her to study hard. I remember vividly that my tablet had an e-book called "Young Woman Bai Jie." As I left, I secretly told her that some content was inappropriate for children and she shouldn't read it. The next day when I went to see her again, I found that the novel had been read 50 times (it had been 0 the day before). I felt very happy, thinking I could finally win her over that day. So, that day, I offered to teach her how to play "Angry Birds" and "Need for Speed 13." I held her hand from behind, leaning close to her, my breath just touching her ear. While teaching her to play games, I made physical contact with her, and she didn't resist at all. I felt something was going on, and the contact deepened. I often kissed her ears and other sensitive areas from behind, and soon we reached each other's sides and started French kissing. Then I put my hands on her legs and gradually moved them upwards. I felt her breathing become rapid, and then my hand touched her panties, which seemed wet. At this point, she grabbed my hand and wouldn't let me touch her, but I ignored her and continued. My hand touched her private parts, and when I put my hand inside, I found that she was already wet. Then I continued French kissing, kissing her earlobes, and gently rubbing her clitoris to tease her until she was very aroused. At that time, she was wearing a skirt, so I only needed to gently pull off her panties. I felt no resistance and it was easy to pull them off. Then I mounted her, ready to penetrate her. I originally wanted to kiss her genitals to give her an orgasm first, but she wouldn't let me kiss her or look at her, so I could only touch her with my hand, and then I started to penetrate her. Before penetration, I had a lot of internal struggle. Such a pure girl—if I did it, I should be responsible. Was I ready? Thinking about it, she really was my type. If she was willing, I would definitely marry her. I thrust in easily, my erect penis sliding in smoothly. She screamed, then let out a soft moan. I felt she wasn't a virgin, but her vagina was tight and short, making penetration very comfortable. I hadn't expected things to progress so quickly, so I didn't prepare a condom. After about ten minutes, I felt I couldn't control myself, so I pulled out and ejaculated on the ground. The look in her eyes was full of affection, not resentment. Later, I held her and rested. We did it three more times that day, all without a condom, with me ejaculating outside. From then on, it was simple. I bought a bunch of condoms and carried them with me, doing it at least three to five times a day. As we made love, we chatted about the past and discovered we had many mutual friends. We were even in the same grade and neighboring classes in junior and senior high school. She also told me about how she went to a boy's house after her college entrance exam and lost her virginity. In college, she was in a long-distance relationship with her high school classmate, and they rarely saw each other, but whenever they did meet, they were inseparable.I've had experiences of spending a whole day in a hotel without getting out of bed. When I heard this, I wasn't surprised. I've had several girlfriends before, and I didn't care. I really liked her. Twenty-odd days later, she successfully passed the teacher recruitment exam, but was assigned to a new mountain area more than 100 kilometers away from home. Her parents planned to let her settle down there, or perhaps try to use connections to transfer her position back to her hometown in a few years. At the time, I was doing business in the university town, and the semester was about to start. We were separated due to our respective work, but we missed each other every day and talked on the phone. Whenever I had free time, I would drive to see her. We tried having sex in a car for the first time, on the side of a road in a park, with pedestrians constantly walking by. It felt particularly exciting. Later, we agreed to meet once a month on a weekend at Shangkeyou in the city. She had a great time, and we spent almost the entire weekend together, except when we went out to buy food. We tried many different things together: the lotus position, being tied to a chair, doggy style in the bathroom, 69, vibrating eggs, and dildos. At the time, we would put one vibrating egg inside her and thrust in and out, and the other on her clitoris for more stimulation, but the vibrating egg inside wasn't very comfortable. I've invested a lot in this relationship. Back then, I was determined to marry her. I used all the money I saved to buy her gifts, an iPhone, clothes, and anything else she might need. I thought all her strengths and weaknesses were perfect. My family pressured me to get married and go on blind dates, but I always told them I had a girlfriend and would bring her home soon. Although she's under 1.6 meters tall and has poor health, often suffering from colds, stomach aches, abdominal pains, headaches, backaches, and sore throats, and spends almost every cold day on IV drips (averaging more than half a day a week), I still think she's perfect. I'm willing to accept everything about her, even being there for her during IV drips. I want to give her a warm home, and I'm willing to find all sorts of remedies to help her recover. The first turning point in our relationship occurred one weekend in the spring of the following year. On Friday afternoon, she told me she was going to a female colleague's birthday party, not far from her school, and would be staying at her colleague's place that night. She asked me not to call her that evening. I had even bought a gift for my colleague and told her not to drink that night. However, Saturday morning, I saw she had updated her QQ space with photos showing her shopping in a commercial street, but the phone numbers on the shop signs weren't local. I checked and found that the shops in the photos were located in city D, 200km away. I felt like I'd been tricked, but I didn't do anything about it. I'll get to the bottom of this before I say anything more. I checked her recent visitors on QQ Space and looked at each profile. I found a man from D city who visited her profile the day before yesterday and even replied to her. I used social engineering to find out his identity, work information, and phone number. I discovered his workplace is less than 2 kilometers from the commercial street in J's photo, and this man is her second boyfriend. The iPhone and SIM card she uses were gifts from me. When I got the SIM card, I copied the data card for convenience, and now she's actually using it! This is so ridiculous!!! I inserted the SIM card into my phone and checked the data usage details online. I could clearly see when she arrived in D city, when her phone had any network connections, and when she returned. The details showed she left Friday afternoon, entered D city at 7 PM, then had a data spike around 8 PM, using a few megabytes. Around 9 PM, her data usage was almost zero, with only intermittent, small amounts of mobile data usage. This was likely due to WeChat or QQ notifications and network heartbeat packets. The heartbeat packets indicated she wasn't using Wi-Fi; she was probably in bed during that time. After all, she hadn't seen her ex-boyfriend in a long time, and it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought. Plus, with all the different positions and experiences I'd given her, well, her ex-boyfriend was pretty lucky. Around 10 PM, there was more mobile data usage, a few hundred kilobytes, until around 11 PM. After that, there was only a small amount of mobile data usage until around 9 AM when she updated her QQ space photos, using 3 megabytes. I couldn't sleep all night. I was devastated, like the sky had fallen. I couldn't believe that my pure and innocent goddess had secretly gone to sleep with her ex-boyfriend! The next morning, I called her immediately to ask where she was. She said she was at school, preparing lessons over the weekend, and the education bureau was observing her classes on Monday. I said, "I know everything. Come back. Be careful on the road." She said, "How did you know? It's not that I didn't want to tell you, I was afraid you'd worry about me. Actually... I just came here to have fun. Nothing happened between us." I sneered inwardly and said nothing more. When she came back, she apologized, saying that nothing had really happened, really. I believed her for the time being. Because I really loved her, I had invested so much in this relationship, and I wanted to give up, but I just couldn't. I had absolutely no resistance to such a petite, gentle, and adorable little girl with a sweet and lovely voice. Once it was over, I never mentioned it again, as if it had never happened. After all, they had slept together before me, and this time it wasn't with anyone else. After we got back together, I slept with her several more times, even ejaculating inside her. I felt like I was training her better and better; my love for her consumed my entire being. Summer vacation passed, and school started again. Her parents wanted to transfer her to a better school. The school they initially assigned her to was really bad—a remote rural elementary school with few students and teachers, offering little room for advancement. Her family bribed and pulled strings, getting her transferred to an elementary school in the district center. Another person entered her life. We lived far apart and rarely saw each other. I felt like she was avoiding me, but I didn't know why. At this point, I started using another tool. Because she was completely computer illiterate, I installed remote control software (t) on her computer to make it easier to fix it and download movies for her, but I never did anything wrong with it. Now, I wanted to find out what she was doing. I took the opportunity to remotely access her computer, installed a silent remote control software (kui), set it to not display any icons or notifications, and remotely viewed her screen or webcam when she was online to see what she was doing. Once, I called her and sensed her impatience. She said she was tired, felt unwell, wanted to rest early, and said goodnight. I even specifically told her to be careful not to catch a cold, and that I would accompany her to buy clothes. After we hung up, I remotely looked at her desktop and saw her chatting enthusiastically with a male online friend. The man (hereinafter referred to as L) said, "I called you earlier but couldn't get through. What are you doing?" L replied, "A guy wants to pursue me, but I don't like him at all. He keeps calling me, it's really annoying." L said, "Is it that guy D who often leaves comments on your social media?" "I think he's a total idiot. Honey, you're so beautiful and have such great qualities, how could he possibly be good enough for you?" J replied, "Haha, I think so too. But he seems really good to me. He's always trying to buy me things, I feel so embarrassed. My router, tea set, lots of clothes, my phone, SIM card, and phone credit were all given to me by him. I want to refuse him but I can't bear to. Anyway, he's better to me than you are." L said, "Haha, we don't care about his stuff. We'll just throw it all away at your parents' place, or maybe we should just throw it all away and I'll buy you new ones! Do you miss me? I miss you. Is your pussy already wet?" J replied, "Yeah, it's wet. You're so naughty. Last time you hurt me so much, it hurt for days." L said, "Send me a picture of your pussy, I want to see it." J replied, "In a bit, that guy is still leaving me messages on QQ. I'll go invisible first, he's so annoying." L said, "I'm not going home this weekend, I'll go to QQ with you." J replied, "No, I have something to do at home. Let's not do 'that' in my dorm anymore, let's go somewhere else. It's not good if people see us." L said, "It's okay, your school colleagues have seen us together. It doesn't matter where we do it. I feel it's inconvenient in the car. Anyway, there are only two people in your dorm, and your roommate is pregnant and never around. It's just for me." J replied, "No, it's not good if the students see us. The old lady at the dorm initially wanted to introduce me to someone, but after seeing you come so often, she stopped mentioning it." L said, "Then let's go to my place next time, or we can go to a hotel..." .............................They chatted back and forth, exchanging photos and pouring their hearts out, until 11:30 PM. She told me she was sleepy and wanted to go to bed before 9 PM. My heart sank so low... I dug up information that he used to be a teacher at a nearby school. Through family connections, he got a permanent position in the district propaganda department, responsible for publicity work. It was a public institution position, and although he wasn't particularly good-looking, his good job was an advantage. I pretended not to know anything, pretended we were still a couple, still greeting each other every day, still showing concern for each other's well-being. But I could feel her indifference, and slowly, I felt I should give up. Another weekend, she went home. I asked her out, and she actually came out. We went out and had sex again. Thinking that this bitch had slept with another man yesterday, I felt a thrill. But for some reason, I didn't last long and ejaculated quickly. She continued to act as if nothing was wrong, and I pretended to know nothing. We both pretended to be in a relationship, pretending everything was normal, but deep down we were all harboring our own secrets. Ah... I suddenly feel so tired. What's the point of all this? You're a teacher, right? Were you an actor before? Since we haven't broken up, we're still lovers. I'll still call her, still send her blessings and warm words on QQ. After the call, I'll turn on my computer and watch her chat on QQ, all that passion, flirting and teasing. After the long phone call, she'll say on QQ, "Goodnight, honey, I want it down there." "Wife, you're so horny, wait for me to fuck you to death." "You're so bad!" "Wife, come to my house next week, I have some fun things to do, I want to tie you up and fuck you." "[Hit you QQ emoticon] You're so bad." I feel like life is like watching a play, quite entertaining. But then I think, I'm actually quite lucky. Thankfully, I saw her for who she really is at this point. If we were married, if we had children and this happened again, I think I really wouldn't be able to stay rational. I really don't know what I might do. Really, thankfully, I've decided to give up. At the time, I had no reason to wish them well. Analyzing their conversations through their QQ profiles, I felt he was skilled at flirting, but frivolous. His colleagues' opinions of him weren't high either, suggesting he wasn't reliable. I didn't think their relationship would last, but I was grateful to him for being my "backup plan." I wrote a lot of things to send to this "backup plan" friend, but in the end, I didn't. I felt it was unnecessary. I wanted to break up, so I asked her out for one last friendly encounter. This time, she actually asked for a condom? No way! Okay, I was prepared. Before asking her out, I had prepared several condoms, and then used a knife to gently cut a cross on the tip. This time, it didn't last very long; maybe I was genuinely resisting. I ejaculated inside her in her car, and waited a while before pulling out the condom. It seemed like it was all the way in. I suddenly felt a sense of vengeful pleasure. From then on, we basically stopped contacting each other. I developed a genuine fear of teachers, a kind of dread. Although I genuinely adore young girls, and I still love their sweet voices and adorable, endearing mannerisms, this experience has deeply wounded me. I've learned that appearances and inner qualities are different; you can't judge a book by its cover. A year later, I got married. My wife and I are very happy, and we've been married for over two years now. I'm so glad she did what she did back then and why I'm making this choice now. My wife loves me, and I love her too. We respect each other, and I give my love to my current wife without reservation. Now I believe what's right for me is the best. A girlish crush might satisfy a need, but it doesn't guarantee a stable life together. Through a friend, I learned about her situation. A man had been playing her for almost a year, they broke up, and after several blind dates, she's found a new boyfriend. I heard they've bought a house, but haven't married yet. Now, I only feel gratitude and blessings for her. Thank you for betraying me back then. If you hadn't done that, we would both be much more miserable, and our life trajectories might be completely different. Like one friend commented below, "Thank you for not marrying me!" Love is reciprocal; one-sided tolerance cannot buy love. If you love someone but they don't love you back, then no matter how much you give, it's meaningless. Forced relationships are never sweet; mutual love is the key to happiness. [The End]

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