The experiences of female college students

I am a female college student. I have learned a painful lesson that I want to share with my fellow female students: how to distinguish between a human and a wolf.
First,
I entered my sophomore year of college. Because of my beauty, I gained some fame at school, receiving numerous love letters and even confessions of love to my face. I felt like a proud princess, looking down on a group of boys chasing after me.
Among these suitors, at some point, a special person joined the fray. He was a teacher, a PhD who had returned from studying in Japan. Although not particularly handsome, the aura of his Japanese PhD always made him stand out from the others.
"Guanwen, your paper is quite good. Revise it a little. Please come to my place after class this afternoon." In my memory, that's how he began to express his affection for me.
After the second period that afternoon, I went to his house. School faculty housing was very scarce. Because he was a PhD who had returned from Japan, the school gave him special treatment, allocating him a two-bedroom apartment. Although it was small, the small living room was only a little over 5 square meters, and the large bedroom was only 10 square meters. But for young teachers of the same age, that was already like heaven and earth.
He handed me a glass of iced cola and patted the back of my hand. "It's too hot today, drink something cold first to cool down. Look,
your clothes are all wet." Like other female students, I was wearing a tank top, a popular style on campus. The black, tight-fitting, slightly transparent silk top clung to my slender body, perfectly outlining the curves of my chest. My 1.8-foot waist was alluring. I wore loose shorts, revealing my proud, snow-white, beautiful thighs.
He then enthusiastically brought me a towel, handing it to me with one hand while stroking my shoulder with the other. "Quick, wipe your sweat."
I didn't mind his repeated intimate gestures. Boys often pretended not to mind touching or groping our bare arms and shoulders. Girls were also proud that their bodies attracted boys and were happy to pretend not to care.
Seeing that I didn't object, he boldly sat down next to me. A hand seemingly unintentionally landed on my thigh. My heart skipped a beat, a strange feeling stirring within me. But I couldn't be impolite to a teacher. So I pretended to wipe my face and arms with a damp towel, then handed it back to him, saying, "Thank you, teacher." I casually moved my thigh away.
"Did you receive the letter I gave you?" he asked.
"Letter? What letter?" I was completely bewildered.
"You must receive letters from others often. I bet you haven't even opened some of them."
He was right. Many boys write me love letters. Many are from upperclassmen and graduate students, whom I don't even know. So I haven't even opened many of them. Could it be—? But he wasn't a student, he was a teacher.
"Your sweat has gone down now. I'll turn on the air conditioner then. You were all sweaty just now, I was afraid the air would make you feel cold." "He said with concern.
I nodded. I felt a little embarrassed and uneasy.
He picked up my assignment, which he called a paper, but it was really just an assignment, and sat down next to me. His shoulder rested on the back of mine, as if I were leaning against him. He placed the assignment in front of me and slowly began to explain.
His shoulder kept rubbing against mine. His arms, exposed outside his short-sleeved shirt, occasionally brushed against mine. His hands kept patting mine.
I felt a strange sensation rising within me. Sweat started flowing again without my noticing. My breasts swelled slightly, and I felt as if my nipples were erect. My face felt hot; I knew it must be blushing. Fortunately, the sweat and heat masked the blush." What was worse was the damp feeling down there.
At the dance, the boys often took the opportunity to hug us tightly, rubbing their chests against our breasts. Their hands around our waists were also restless, often groping our backs. Sometimes they even touched our underwear waistbands and patted our butts. I felt that same heart-pounding, blushing feeling then too. But that was during an activity!
Even with the air conditioning on, I was still sweating profusely. Honestly, I couldn't hear anything they were saying. I realized in my heart that talking about homework was just an excuse. Boys often used that excuse. He wanted to be with me. I wondered if he had written me a letter? What would it have said?
I wondered if he had finished. Anyway, he stood up.
"Oh dear, it's so late. The cafeteria might be out of food." He looked at his watch and said in surprise.
"How about we go out to eat? It's on me."
I stood up too, unsure what to say. My nipples were erect, making my tank top look like two little buds.
He gave my chest a meaningful look, his eyes lingering on those two little buds for a moment. "
Let's go."
I don't know how I ended up following him in a daze. We left the school gate and came to a quiet restaurant. We sat down in a couples' booth.
My heart was pounding. He stroked my long hair and told me about his experiences abroad.
"I've been to many countries. In Amsterdam, Netherlands, there's a street with famous window girls."
I looked at him, confused.
His hand was still stroking my hair, occasionally landing on my shoulder, gently caressing it.
"Window girls are girls who stand in shop windows, letting people choose them." He explained, seeing my confused look.
"For example, if you like a girl, you can knock and go in. When she draws the curtains, the red light in the window goes out. The red-light district got its name from the red light in their windows." "
I don't know when, but his hands stopped on my hair and started stroking my shoulders and back. I didn't dare move. Every time his hands touched my bare shoulders and arms, I felt a tingling, itchy sensation.
The food arrived, but he ate very little. He talked about the red-light districts of the Netherlands, Germany, France, England, Singapore, and Hong Kong... His hands not only stroked my shoulders and arms but later moved to my thighs.
I ate very little too. I listened the whole time without saying a word. My breasts were throbbing with pain. My nipples were desperately trying to stand up. My legs felt wet, and I felt a downward pull in my lower body. My lower back ached. My muscles were tense in waves.
I don't know how I finished the meal. But he showed no sign of leaving. He brought out coffee and a fruit platter. The lights dimmed." He was very gentle. He continued talking about his experiences abroad. His hand, which had been wandering over my back and bare shoulders, somehow slipped inside my tank top, caressing my smooth back. His other hand kept stroking my thighs, repeatedly slipping inside my shorts. At one point, it even touched the edge of my underwear. I instinctively flinched away, and he stopped going deeper. Under his caresses, my back and shoulders felt numb and itchy. My thighs involuntarily tensed, especially the groin, the muscles were extremely tense. My breasts were swollen and painful, as if they were swelling. My nipples stood high against my clothes. My underwear was even wetter, clinging tightly to my vulva. I knew I should refuse, but I didn't want him to stop. This conflicting feeling made me make no move.
Seeing how gentle I was, he couldn't help but increase the intensity of his movements. He pulled me into his arms. "I love you." As those three words were uttered, his kisses rained down on my hair, neck, and shoulders. His hands, which had been on my thighs, began to knead my lower abdomen vigorously. I struggled tokenly for a moment, but under his storm of caresses, I felt utterly powerless and helpless.
My whole body trembled uncontrollably, and a warm current surged through my lower abdomen under his forceful kneading, rushing to my chest. Under the impact of this heat, I involuntarily thrust my chest forward, raising my arms upward, making my already swollen breasts stand erect, the nipples clearly defined, particularly alluring.
My movements seemed to give him a signal. His hand suddenly slipped under the hem of my tank top, roughly kneading my smooth abdomen. A passionate kiss landed on my face, silencing me with a kiss that left me breathless. His hand on my abdomen grew increasingly rough, sweeping across my breasts. Even through my bra, it sent shivers down my spine. His hand continued to move downwards, slipping inside my waistband and kneading vigorously below my navel, sending waves of heat rushing between my thighs. Under the impact of this heat, I involuntarily arched my back and thrust my legs forward.
My mouth was blocked, making it hard to breathe. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. His hands squeezed and kneaded my swollen breasts, waves of pain radiating from them, almost unbearable, yet the pain also brought a strangely pleasurable sensation. The more unbearable the pain, the stronger this pleasurable feeling became. My lower abdomen burned like fire, the heat spreading to my inner thighs. The feeling of heaviness in my abdomen turned into a sharp, throbbing pain, pulling at my lower back. There was also a menstrual cramp sensation. Under the burning heat, the pain in my lower body seemed to be sublimating, bringing waves of pleasure. I was panting heavily, the surging heat making me dizzy; it was burning my nerves. I couldn't even perceive what his hands were doing.
My unconscious movements clearly fueled his desire even more intensely. He pressed one leg onto my legs, his whole body pressing down on me. I was beneath him, in complete darkness. I felt like I was being crushed by him. His pressure made my body feel like my joints were dislocated. I desperately tried to turn my head away, just to catch my breath under his pressure. There was something hard between his legs, pressing against my lower abdomen and thighs, a painful, aching sensation.
His lower hand slipped inside my underwear. A sharp pain below jolted me awake. His lower hand was frantically pulling at my pubic hair. His upper hand was also exploring inside my bra. I couldn't help but shiver. All the wonderful sensations in my body vanished instantly. My whole body ached unbearably. Every joint felt twisted and ached. My breasts felt like they were about to burst. My waist felt like it was being pulled by a thousand-pound weight, the pain shooting up and down my spine. The burning sensation in my stomach turned into an icy chill that seared into my genitals, causing intense menstrual cramps. The unbearable pain brought tears to my eyes.
I struggled desperately beneath him. Only then did I understand what it meant to be a weak woman. Under the pressure of his heavy body, my struggles were so helpless. I desperately tried to protect my most private parts. One hand desperately resisted his hand's assault on my breasts, the other desperately blocked his hand's assault on my vagina. I twisted my body with all my might, trying to prevent his hands from reaching where he wanted to. I kept pleading, "No, no, don't."
Despite my desperate resistance, he seemed oblivious to my changes. His lower body continued to thrust violently into me. His hard lower body pounded relentlessly against my lower abdomen, thighs, and perineum, causing his entire body to heave violently on top of me. I felt as if my bones were being crushed and pulverized. With each heavy thrust, cold air surged upwards from my chest, assaulting my throat. I involuntarily opened my mouth slightly, letting out these gasps, unconsciously moaning, "Ah, ah—."
With a few more violent thrusts of his erect penis, he finally stopped his violent writhing, his hands ceasing their kneading and squeezing. He slumped down, pinning me firmly beneath him, panting heavily. My whole body felt as if all strength had suddenly left me, finally finding peace after the storm. I lay powerless beneath him, also panting. His erect penis slowly softened.
He finally slowly climbed off me. My body felt like it had fallen apart, sore and unable to move. I remained slumped in the booth. Tears streamed silently down my tightly closed eyes. My clothes were disheveled. One shoulder strap had slipped down; the hem was rolled up high, the bottom edge of my bra barely visible. My shorts had also been pulled down, revealing the waistband of my underwear. My entire abdomen was exposed to the soft light. My navel rose and fell with my sobs. My pant legs were rolled up, revealing my two white thighs. Bruise marks from his pinching were visible on my thighs and stomach. My neck and shoulders burned with pain, and clear purplish-red teeth marks were imprinted on my snow-white shoulders and slender neck. My neck was stiff and difficult to move, as if I had a stiff neck.
He gently helped me up, his voice hoarse, repeatedly apologizing, but I didn't hear a word. I just wanted to cry out loud. But even though we were in a booth, people were still coming and going outside, and I dared not cry out loud. I could only sob softly.
He straightened my clothes, gently caressing every inch of my skin, his touch on my breasts through my clothes, and my inner thighs and groin through my pants. I ignored him, still sobbing with my face in my hands. He'd already touched my entire body; it didn't matter if he touched me again. Thankfully, he didn't directly touch my most private areas. At least my breasts and lower body were safe; his hands couldn't directly reach my private parts. With his caresses, especially on my breasts and groin, a warm current spread through me, and my tense nerves slowly relaxed. He handed
me a cold coffee. I was incredibly thirsty, so I drank it down in one gulp. My emotions gradually calmed down. Still sobbing, I said, "Give me some cold cola."
He downed his cold coffee in one go. Then he got more coffee and cola.
With his gentle caresses and comforting words, I finally stopped crying. He drank several cups of hot drinks before his voice became clear. “It’s late. Come stay at my place,” he said.
I shook my head firmly and sat back so his hands could no longer reach me. He had no choice but to stop caressing me. “Take me back to my dorm,” I said in an unquestionable tone.
He nodded and didn’t dare say anything more.
I didn’t get back to my dorm until late at night. I quickly washed myself and changed my wet underwear.
Lying in bed, I kept thinking about the stories he had told me and what had happened that night, constantly rubbing my breasts and lower abdomen, trying to relax my aching breasts and sagging belly.
I don’t know when I finally drifted off to sleep.
II. The First Time I Lost
Wei. I had been avoiding Wei. Until Friday evening after dinner. Wei stopped me on my way back to the dorm from the cafeteria.
“Guanwen. I’ve been looking for you. I’ve finished reading your assignment and made some revisions. Take it back.” Actually, I didn’t have any assignment with him. It was obvious that he was making an excuse to separate me from my classmates so he could be alone with me.
I had no choice but to comply because of my classmates. I had no choice but to tell my classmates, "You guys go back first. Hey, could you take my lunchbox back? I'm going to get my homework."
I followed behind him, my heart pounding with anxiety. I told myself: Never trust men. They'll just kick you to the curb once they're done with you. I secretly resolved that I would never do that with Wei again this time.
When we entered Wei's house, he led me to the sofa and sat down next to me. I immediately and alertly moved away, keeping a distance so he couldn't reach me.
He smiled awkwardly and stood up to pour me a Coke. "Are you avoiding me?"
I pretended not to understand. "No, why would I avoid you? We're not doing anything."
"Wen, I really can't live without you. Come live with me."
He said, lunging at me. "No," I struggled to break free, "I'm still young. I'm only 20, I don't want to have a boyfriend yet." I said, and then I broke free and ran towards the door.
He grabbed me from behind and pulled me into his arms tightly. "But I can't bear to leave you."
I struggled desperately in his arms. He seemed a little annoyed. He suddenly twisted my arm violently backward. The sharp pain in my shoulder and elbow made half of my body numb and weak.
"I won't let you go," he said viciously. He shoved me into the bedroom, pushing me down onto the double bed.
I was about to scream when he suddenly pounced on me, pinning me face down on the bed. He pressed my head down hard, shoving my nose and mouth against the mattress. I couldn't scream, I couldn't breathe. After a few struggles, I suffocated. He grabbed my long hair and pulled my head up. Just as I tried to gasp for air, he shoved a handkerchief into my mouth. Then he pinned me back down, sitting on my waist and twisting my arms behind my back, binding them tightly with rope. Then he flipped me over, making me lie on my back.
As soon as he flipped me over, I kicked him hard. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my calf and pulled down my shorts, revealing my two white thighs. Before I could react, he ripped off my underwear. My most private parts were nakedly exposed to him.
I was still struggling desperately. He used a belt to bind my legs, bending it and tightening it around the back of my neck, suspending my legs around his neck. No matter how much I struggled, it was all in vain.
Something hard was inserted between my legs. I twisted my body desperately, but I couldn't stop his penis from continuing. He grabbed my ankles with both hands and pressed them down hard. His nails dug deep into the tender skin of my ankles, sending waves of pain through me. My knees were pressed tightly against my shoulders and cheeks. It felt like he was going to break my thighs. The pain was incredibly heavy. His heavy body pressed me down, making it impossible for me to move. He finally inserted himself into my dry vagina. It felt like rough sandpaper was rubbing against the tender inner walls of my vagina, the dry pain sending chills down my spine. I wanted to scream, but my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't make a sound, only letting out low whimpers. He stared wide-eyed, gritted his teeth, and let out a powerful, muffled roar like a wild beast. With another deep, forceful roar, he pressed his entire body weight onto my perineum. It felt like a burning stick had been thrust into my genitals. Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in my lower body; I felt my vagina being torn apart, the tearing sensation spreading from my thighs all the way to my stomach, as if I were being ripped in two. I couldn't help but scream, but my mouth was gagged, and the scream turned into a muffled gasp. My ears rang, and my head throbbed. Then I knew nothing more.
A cool sensation on my head brought me back to consciousness. My first sensation was overwhelming pain. My stomach felt like it was being ripped open, excruciatingly painful. It felt like a thousand steel knives were slicing through my vagina and uterus. My waist felt broken. I instinctively clenched my fists. I tried to hold my stomach with my hands, but it seemed I had no hands. I then realized that I had been stripped naked, completely exposed. My arms were tightly bound behind my back. The rope ran from behind my neck to my shoulders and then down to my armpits, securing my upper arms and binding my forearms and wrists firmly behind my back. My entire arm was numb. The rope dug deep into my flesh, forcing me to involuntarily straighten my chest. My mouth was still gagged. My inner thighs and perineum were covered in fresh, undried blood. I was drenched in cold sweat.
Pain and humiliation brought tears streaming down my face. He was wiping my cheeks with a cold towel. The cold water had jolted me awake. His grinning face was so hideous. I wanted to slap him hard, but my hands wouldn't move. I felt nauseous, but my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't vomit. My throat was parched.
He had taken me; I was his. This thought sent a chill down my spine. I had imagined many times giving myself to my beloved prince charming for the first time. But I never imagined it would be like this, being raped for the first time.
"You're finally awake," he said, his cold hands groping my body wantonly. I closed my eyes in shame, letting large tears stream down my cheeks. I gritted my teeth, furrowed my brow, and endured the unbearable pain emanating from my lower body.
His cold hand touched my stomach, intensifying the pain. The aches in my back and the pain in my genitals merged into one. My whole body involuntarily convulsed.
He seemed to sense my pain, triumphantly withdrawing his hand and slapping my white buttocks twice, leaving two bright red handprints. Then he removed the towel from my mouth.
"Water," I said weakly.
He helped me sit up and fed me water directly from the teapot. "I made ginger and brown sugar water with cola. I prepared it for you earlier. Drink more while it's hot."
The hot ginger, brown sugar, and cola drove away the chill. The pain in my stomach lessened somewhat. The pain in my back and genitals separated again. Hot sweat poured out, washing away the cold sweat. My aching, numb arms felt even worse.
"Untie me." I closed my eyes again. I didn't want to see my naked body and his cruel face.
He didn't answer me, nor did he untie me. Instead, he reached out and slowly began to knead my breasts. Tears streamed down my face again from my tightly closed, humiliated eyes. I remained motionless, letting him knead me.
His kneading speed gradually increased. My breasts slowly warmed and swelled, my nipples proudly erect. I couldn't help but thrust my chest out again. His speed increased further. The warmth from my breasts flowed downwards, impacting my waist and hips; the soreness remained, but it wasn't the feeling of something breaking. The warmth lingered in my abdomen, surging back and forth. The pain in my lower body lessened considerably. I could clearly feel that my uterus was still in place, and my vagina hadn't been torn open. The sharpest pain was coming from my vagina. The warmth from my breasts also rushed to my bound arms. My arms felt a little warm too. As the warmth spread, the pain in my arms became more and more pronounced.
Seeing that I didn't resist or react, he leaned closer, pressing his warm lips against my breasts. He licked my breasts with his tongue, and waves of electric shock-like sensations radiated from my breasts throughout my body. The current surged to my waist, tearing open the veil of pain, turning the aches and pains into a network of throbbing, throbbing pain. The current surged to my uterus, striking it repeatedly, as if my uterus was slowly coming back to life. The current surged to my vagina, striking my injured hymen repeatedly, producing a tingling sensation. The current impacted my tightly bound arms, and the blood in my arms seemed to slowly regain its flow.
His tongue licked my nipples, causing them to stand erect and swell. Like being struck by a powerful electric shock, the intense stimulation instantly sent waves of pain through every nerve ending in my body. I couldn't help but tremble all over. I unconsciously let out a moan. The intense stimulation temporarily suppressed the pain throughout my body.
While he frantically licked my nipples, one hand reached towards my vulva.
"No!" I twisted my body. But he disregarded me, spreading my legs and once again aiming his penis at my vagina.
Another wave of pain. His penis plunged into my vagina again.
"Gently, gently," I pleaded in pain.
He thrust in and out, each thrust deeper than the last. I felt a sharp pain in my lower body with each thrust, as if my stomach was being sawed open, deeper and deeper, splitting in two. I groaned in pain, begging him to "Gently, gently."
But he didn't go easy on me; instead, he became more and more forceful. One hand pressed down on my shoulder, making me feel numb and tingling, while the other hand played with my breasts. The stimulation and pain intertwined, making me gasp for breath.
Finally, his penis throbbed a few times inside my vagina. A surge of fluid rushed deep into my vagina. His penis slowly softened. He pulled out, the weary end resting beside me.
As the heat subsided, a tearing pain lingered in my lower body, pulling and aching in my hips and waist. I wanted to wash, but my hips wouldn't obey me, my legs wouldn't obey me either.
My struggles alerted him, and he lay on top of me again, kissing me from head to toe. He kissed my face, neck, and shoulders, then lingered on my high, firm breasts, smacking his lips repeatedly.
"Untie me," I demanded as he kissed my stomach.
He untied the rope binding my arms. I stretched my numb arms and struggled to sit up. He quickly helped me up, half-carrying, half-dragging me unsteadily into the bathroom. I couldn't stand, so I leaned against the wall and had him pull over a plastic chair. He helped me sit on the chair and washed my lower body, flushing out streams of blood and semen.
I had a low-grade fever for several days, and my vaginal inflammation persisted for a few days as well.
IV. The Nightmare Descends
It was another Friday. I had no classes in the afternoon. Wei invited me to his house again.
The moment I entered the room, he eagerly pulled me into his arms. One hand began to strip my clothes off, while he led me towards the bedroom. Numbly, I leaned against him, letting him undress me.
Once in the bedroom, my upper body was completely naked. He pushed me down onto the bed, pulling down my skirt and underwear. He pounced on me like a wolf, forcefully thrusting his hard penis into my vagina. A dry, painful sensation quickly spread. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and frowned, enduring the pain and nausea without uttering a sound.
He thrust into me with heavy, rhythmic movements. His hot, throbbing penis pounded violently into the depths of my vagina, each thrust deeper than the last. As he penetrated deeper, the astringent pain gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable, pleasurable friction. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, biting my lip, continuing to endure his relentless thrusts.
With each powerful thrust, his penis grew thicker and longer. I felt my vagina was completely filled. Finally, his penis reached the deepest part of my vagina, his pubic bone pressing tightly against my vulva, causing a sharp pain in my pelvis.
Deep inside my vagina, his penis throbbed violently a few times. A gush of liquid spurted out, hitting my uterus. He let out a long breath. His penis quickly went limp and withdrew. He collapsed wearily beside me, panting heavily.
A dull pain came from my vagina, and my lower abdomen ached as well. I quickly rubbed my lower abdomen with my hand, then got up. I went to the bathroom, squatted down, and rinsed my genitals with hot water. As the hot water rinsed, streams of white semen were washed out.
I didn't know when he had also reached the bathroom door, leaning against the doorframe. "Wen, I don't want to work at the school anymore. I want to start a company. I want you to live a better life, like a princess."
"Start a company?" I continued rinsing my genitals, turning my head to look at him.
"Yes. There's an opportunity now. Two of my classmates from when I was studying in Japan are here. They want to invest in China and invited me to participate. They'll give me 15% of the technology shares. I'll be in charge of management in China. I've calculated it; the salary is 200,000 yen per month, which is over 20,000 yuan. Adding the dividends from the technology shares, it should be at least 400,000 to 500,000 yuan a year."
"Really!" I was already his. Despite disliking him, I still hoped he could make it big. And such a high income was indeed too tempting. My efforts had finally paid off.
"I'll treat them to dinner tonight. There's also one of their South Korean partners. Let's go together. You can get to know them. They might be able to help me later. After you graduate, you won't have to worry about finding a job."
"That's great." For the first time since we started dating, I was genuinely happy. It's hard for female college students to find jobs, and I was really afraid of the embarrassment of not being able to find one.
In a high-end business district lined with upscale restaurants and foreign companies, we arrived at a five-star apartment. We knocked on the door of his Japanese classmate. As soon as we entered, they embraced warmly. A long string of Japanese came out, but I couldn't understand a word. I guessed it was just small talk. I looked at his two Japanese classmates and couldn't help but laugh—one was a big fat guy, the other a skinny one. The fat guy's head looked like a pig's; the skinny guy's head looked like a mouse's.
Wei pulled me aside and introduced me to his classmates in Japanese. His classmates gave me a thumbs-up and then went on and on to Wei. Wei smiled and said, "They're saying you're really pretty."
"Pretty, pretty. Flower girl," the fat Japanese guy said to me in broken Chinese, while extending his right hand to me. I quickly offered my hand. But to my surprise, after he grabbed my hand, he suddenly pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard on the cheek. I blushed and struggled to get away. The fat Japanese guy burst into laughter. I glanced at Wei. Wei wasn't angry and laughed with the fat Japanese guy too.
I remembered foreign etiquette I'd seen on TV and figured it must be their way of showing affection.
The skinny Japanese guy also came over, shook my hand, and kissed me on the cheek.
The Japanese led us into their room.
Wow, what a huge living room! It's over 80 square meters, and it's magnificent. Seeing my astonished look, the fat Japanese man showed us their other rooms. There were two large bedrooms, each with a large double bed. Each bedroom had a large bathroom. There was also a study and a large kitchen. The storage room was even bigger than Wei's room.
"Do you like it?" Wei whispered in my ear.
I nodded.
"I'll definitely buy you one someday," he said earnestly. I looked at him and for the first time thought he was quite cute.
We went back to the living room and sat down on the large sofa. The fat Japanese man started chattering again. Wei told me we'd eat there. The South Koreans went to order the food. The restaurant would bring it over soon.
They were talking in Japanese, which I couldn't understand. Seeing them all looking at me, I guessed they were talking about me. Whenever this happened, I would politely smile at them.
As the door opened, the South Koreans came in with the restaurant staff. They set out the food.
At the fat Japanese man's invitation, we went to the dining table. It turned out to be a Japanese-style low table. The Japanese and South Koreans were kneeling around the table, and Wei knelt too. I followed suit. But my sundress couldn't cover my legs, and my cleavage was faintly visible.
"This is Japanese sake, it's not strong, a little won't hurt," Wei told me, picking up his small glass. Then he spoke a string of Japanese to everyone. The South Korean then said in broken Chinese, "Cheers."
Wei pulled me into his arms and spoke another string of Japanese to everyone. The three men nodded repeatedly. Then, Wei told me, "I told them you're the prettiest girl in our school. The boys all like to dance with you."
"Ha, pretty, dance," the fat Japanese man stood up and extended his hand to me.
"He invited you to dance," Wei told me.
"Me—?" I hesitated.
"Pretty, dance; dance, pretty," the fat Japanese man urged again.
"Go ahead. They like to eat and dance, sometimes they even sing. It's okay," Wei reassured me.
Accompanied by music, the fat Japanese man pulled me into his arms. The others sang Japanese songs, "Ah-yi-woo-ai-ou." Compared to him, I looked so thin and weak. He held me tightly. The ground lifted my breasts, making my cleavage even more alluring. Because he was holding me so tightly, I was sweating a little after finishing the dance.
Before I could kneel down, the fat Japanese man picked up a glass of wine: "Beautiful, cheers."
I quickly waved my hand and said, "I can't drink anymore."
"Beautiful, cheers!" To my surprise, the fat Japanese man said, while suddenly pulling me into his arms and forcing the wine into my mouth. I quickly shut my mouth and shook my head to avoid it. The wine didn't get into my mouth, but spilled on my neck and chest. I struggled to break free from his embrace. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly knelt down next to Wei.
The fat Japanese man laughed triumphantly. Everyone else laughed along. Wei laughed as he helped me wipe the wine off. The front of my sundress was wet with wine, clearly outlining my breasts, making them appear translucent, and my bra was particularly clear.
“Don’t mind him, that’s just how he is, he’s easygoing,” Wei explained to me.
At that moment, the skinny Japanese man, who didn’t talk much, also stood up and invited me to dance. Wei patted my shoulder, “Go ahead.”
The skinny Japanese man was very polite. After the dance, he also toasted me with a drink. He only let me take a small sip.
So, I barely ate anything, spending all my time dancing with them. Until we were almost finished eating. They looked at me and started chattering away. Wei told me they were discussing who would dance with me for the last dance. Finally, without knowing Shui’s opinion, they decided to play rock-paper-scissors. Unfortunately, the last dance was with the fat Japanese man again.
I'm quite afraid of fat Japanese men, and I really dislike him. Even though other people would take advantage of me while dancing, pinching my back until it was bruised, he was too rude and ill-mannered, always making lewd gestures. During one dance, he deliberately thrust his crotch towards me, making everyone laugh. His hands were also extremely restless, not only groping my back but also pinching my buttocks. Thankfully, this was the last dance.
He hugged me tightly again, his large belly pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. He even tried to lift my skirt. What I didn't expect was that as the dance ended, just as I was about to push him away, his hand suddenly grabbed my breast. Caught off guard, he grabbed my left breast firmly. My pent-up anger exploded, and without thinking, I slapped him across the face. He yelled, picked me up, and laid me down on the carpet, then pounced on me. A series of yells followed. The skinny Japanese man and the South Korean pounced on me, pinning me to the ground and quickly ripping off my sundress. I struggled desperately, but the three big men, like wolves, held me tightly to the ground, unhooked my bra, and pulled down my underwear.
I twisted and screamed, biting. The three of them held me down and discussed something in a loud voice. They shoved a gag into my mouth, fastened the strap of the gag behind my head, pressed me face down on the ground, twisted my arms behind my back, and bound me tightly with rope.
As soon as they released me, I rolled over, lying on my back, kicking my legs frantically. The three of them pounced on me again, lifting my legs and pressing them towards their chests. They tied my ankles and thighs tightly with rope. When
they released me again, my mouth was gagged, my arms were bound behind my back, and my lower legs were bent backward from the knees, tightly bound to my thighs. I looked like a person without arms or lower legs. I lay naked and helpless on the carpet, unable to move. Only then did I realize Wei was gone. A terrible thought flashed through my mind: "Wei betrayed me!"
The three lecherous men, seeing my painful nakedness, shouted excitedly, their crotches bulging. My heart tightened. They must be plotting how to torment me. I helplessly closed my eyes, letting large tears fall. This was my last and most desperate measure in this series of misfortunes.
A hand pressed against my breast, then twisted my nipple violently. I screamed in pain, but because of the gag, only low whimpers escaped my lips. My pain elicited laughter from the three lecherous men. Several hands simultaneously reached for my naked body. Some slapped my stomach hard, some squeezed my breasts, and some even inserted their fingers into my genitals. Especially one of them, I don't know which one, inserted their hand deep into my vagina, hooked it around my pelvis, and pulled it up forcefully, the pain sending chills down my spine. Then another one bit my thigh hard. I was tormented, trembling all over.
Suddenly, I felt a familiar presence. It was Wei! He hadn't abandoned me! I opened my eyes. Sure enough, besides the three wolves kneeling around me, there was Wei. I looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would save me; I was his fiancée, whom he had pursued for so long. But I was wrong. He looked away from me guiltily and awkwardly. My heart sank. I remembered Ting's warning: "Men are all bad! Never trust a man!" I understood everything. Wei had betrayed me. I was now a lamb to the slaughter.
I glared at them fiercely. But they ignored me completely. The fat Japanese man slapped my thigh hard on the bite mark, yelled "Ah!" and pounced on my chest, biting down hard on my breast. I trembled with pain, involuntarily arching my back and closing my eyes again, tears streaming down my face. My screams of unbearable pain, gagged, turned into hoarse moans.
Suddenly, another sharp pain shot through my thigh. While the fat Japanese man was tearing at my breast, the South Korean man was also biting my thigh hard. The skinny Japanese man also took the opportunity to bite my stomach. The fat Japanese man
lifted his head from my breast, his mouth full of blood. "Mishimish, fragrant meat," he smugly shook his head. The skinny Japanese man also raised his head. The fat Japanese man pointed at his large, laughing head and waving his hands. The South Korean man not only bit fiercely but also tore at my leg with all his might, refusing to let go, as if determined to tear a chunk of flesh from my leg. When he finished biting and looked up, his mouth was also covered in blood.
The fat Japanese man lifted my head and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, yelling incoherently. The South Korean man, who could speak a little Chinese, chuckled and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, saying, "His is no good, the fragrant Mishi Mishi is no good." He then pointed to the fat Japanese man and the blood on his own mouth.
The skinny Japanese man, his eyes red, lunged at my other breast again and bit down hard. I cried out in pain again, desperately trying to arch my chest to ease the pain. He bit down hard and chewed vigorously. I was almost fainting from the pain. He finally looked up, his mouth not only full of blood but also staining his T-shirt.
The three wolves looked at each other and laughed wildly. They raised their glasses, toasted, and drank in one gulp. Their mouths were still stained with blood. The fat Japanese man yelled at Wei again. Wei shook his head and waved his hands awkwardly. The South Korean man lifted my head, pointed at Wei, and asked, "His, is it often Mi Xi Xiang Xiang?" He then pinched my breast hard again. The wolves burst into laughter again. I, in pain, cried tears streaming down my face, my whole body trembling.
Wei gently stroked the wound on my breast, saying guiltily, "I didn't have time to tell you... According to Japanese custom, to show sincerity in cooperation, whoever treats the guests must offer their woman to their partner. Today it's my treat, so I have to trouble you. I'm sorry you have to suffer. For my sake, please help me. I will definitely repay you in the future, I will definitely treat you well. For my career, and for our future life, please bear with it. Ah!"
He betrayed me. I angrily turned my head away. Tears uncontrollably flowed from my tightly closed eyes.
"Haha!" A burst of laughter made me open my eyes. The fat Japanese man stood naked in front of me, his erect penis standing erect. Looking at the other two men, they were also naked, just like the fat Japanese man, their erect penises throbbing, leering at me.
They untied the ropes binding my legs. I didn't want to resist anymore. The key was, I couldn't resist anymore. My legs were numb and aching from being bound, completely unresponsive. As the ropes were removed, blood could flow through my legs again, and I slowly regained some feeling. But the fat Japanese man couldn't wait any longer and lifted my legs, forcefully inserting his penis into my vagina. In the stinging pain, his penis filled my vagina completely. He excitedly shook his head, loudly singing Japanese songs with each powerful thrust. The thin Japanese man knelt to my left, singing Japanese songs. At the same time, he held chopsticks in his right hand and stretched out his left palm, alternating them rhythmically, tapping the chopsticks against my injured left breast and slapping my flat stomach with his palm. The Japanese man knelt opposite him, his right hand holding chopsticks, his left hand outstretched, moving rhythmically. The chopsticks struck my flat stomach again and again, his hands slapping my injured right breast.
With the fat Japanese man's frantic thrusting, red welts appeared on my breasts and abdomen from the chopsticks, and overlapping handprints from the slaps.
The fat Japanese man thrust violently. I couldn't describe the feeling anymore. I only felt something hard ramming inside my vagina, my perineum being stretched open. Pain surged continuously from my breasts and stomach. I could only whimper in my throat, "Ah, ah—."
Wei was also naked. He knelt above my head. The torture he was intensifying his desire. His penis was erect. He pressed his hard penis against my forehead. Hot, sticky fluid dripped from his penis onto my forehead.
The fat Japanese man's penis throbbed wildly deep inside my vagina, forcefully ejaculating semen onto my cervix. His penis quickly went limp, sliding out with drops of semen. Before the swelling in my perineum subsided, the thin Japanese man thrust his penis in again. I don't know if it was because my vagina had already been attacked once, or if the thin Japanese man's penis was just thinner. I felt the thin Japanese man's penis was thinner than the fat Japanese man's, and it didn't feel as bloated. But it was longer than the fat Japanese man's. Thrust deeper and deeper into my vagina with each thrust. Finally, it seemed to hit my cervix, each thrust painfully.
The thin Japanese man finished ejaculating. My vagina was now full of semen, dripping continuously from the vaginal opening. But the South Korean man ignored this, immediately thrusting his penis into my vagina. After two consecutive violent rapes, my vagina had begun to go numb. His thrusting produced a "squeak, squeak" sound. The semen in my vagina overflowed under his forceful pressure.
Finally, it was Wei's turn. His torment of me had long since made him unable to restrain himself. Ignoring the semen filling my vagina, he thrust his penis inside me. This was the second time he had penetrated me today. Perhaps he felt a pang of guilt; his thrusting was slow, but powerful. The other three men remained naked, kneeling beside the table, drinking and smoking, enjoying Wei's release on me.
After what seemed like an eternity, Wei let out a long sigh and withdrew his limp penis from my body.
"Let's wash up," Wei said, trying to help me stand, but my lower body felt like it no longer belonged to me; I couldn't stand. Helpless, Wei picked me up. In the bathroom, he placed me in a large tub and filled it with hot water. He untied me and removed the gag. I could finally cry. I burst into tears. Wei quickly dried me, constantly comforting and soothing me.
"Wei, Wei!" Calls came from outside. Wei hurriedly put down a bottle of liquor and several cans of Red Bull. She said, “They told me to go play cards. Quickly wash your wounds with alcohol, wash down there. Drink more Red Bull to strengthen your body. According to the rules, whoever wins will come to you later. Tonight, no matter who wins, all the money is yours. Hurry up and wash, rest a bit. Okay?” After saying that, she left me, who was crying, and quickly went out.
In the hot water, my arms gradually regained feeling. The other parts of my body also seemed to slowly return to my own. My whole body was covered with bruises, purple marks, and red marks. Deep teeth marks were embedded in the flesh on my breasts, with dried blood clots clinging to the white skin. There were also deep teeth marks embedded in the flesh on my thighs. The rope had cut deep grooves on my arms, the edges were still red and slightly swollen, and the bottom of the grooves was already dark purple. My perineum was red and swollen.
I drank a can of Red Bull first. I had a little strength. Then I gently washed my wounds with green liquor. The alcohol stung the wounds faintly. But compared to those violent tortures, it was much more comfortable. I washed my swollen perineum with sake, flushing out the filthy semen from my vagina. Then, I drank a can of Red Bull. My throat felt a little better. I turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour over my head, lay down in the hot water, closed my eyes, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility, entering a state of semi-sleep.
But
this tranquility didn't last long. A commotion erupted outside, and a naked South Korean rushed in. He ruthlessly pulled me, soaking wet, from the water. He rushed into the bedroom, threw me onto the double bed, and then jumped on top of me. He forcefully spread my legs and inserted his hard penis into my swollen vagina, thrusting violently. The excruciating pain erupted again in my perineum. I had no strength to resist; I could only bite my lip, close my eyes, and endure the waves of pain from his hard penis pounding against my swollen vulva. Low, painful "oohs" escaped my throat.
The skinny Japanese man came in, also naked. He placed a small wine cup on the bedside table. He leered at me, gave my breast a hard pinch, and left.
The South Korean man's penis throbbed a few times inside my vagina, ejaculating before going limp. He pulled out his penis, lifted one of my legs, and poured the wine from the cup into my vagina. Then he inserted the cup back into my vagina, blocking the wine inside.
Just as he left, Wei came in. He told me the South Korean man had won this round. According to the rules, after he finished with me, he had to pour wine into my vagina and then block it with the cup to prevent it from flowing out. This continued until the next winner.
My vulva swelled even more, burning with pain. With the cup blocking my vagina, my legs couldn't close. My back ached as if it were about to break. My lower body felt very, very far away; only the endless pain connected it to me. The wine felt cool inside my vagina. But after a while, it felt like it was burning, a warm, burning sensation in my lower abdomen, resisting the swollen, burning pain. I wanted to wash, but I couldn't stand up; I didn't even have the strength to prop myself up. I could only lie on my back, stretching out my limbs, enduring the pain and feigning sleep.
There was another commotion outside. The South Korean had won again. He rushed in again. He pulled the wine cup out of my vagina and grabbed his own penis, trying to insert it into mine. Perhaps due to the continuous release of lust, his penis wasn't hard enough, and he couldn't get it in. He stroked and rubbed it, but it still wouldn't get hard. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pressed it onto his penis. I was utterly disgusted. With my last bit of strength, I flung my hand away from his penis. In the process of dodging, I brushed against his penis. He became enraged. He grabbed my arm and twisted it violently, the pain making my shoulder and elbow feel like they were dislocated. At the same time, he bit down hard on my upper arm below my shoulder blade, chewing incessantly. I screamed in pain, but I no longer had the strength to shout; I could only weakly moan, "Ah, ah ah." Large beads of cold sweat poured from my temples and chest. When his penis became erect, it felt as if he had twisted and broken my arm; the flesh on my arm was almost bitten raw. My arm felt like it wasn't mine anymore. Only the pain remained connected to me. He grabbed my legs and inserted his penis into my vagina again. With his forceful thrusting, my vulva swelled even more. Each thrust sent sharp pains through my vagina. When he finished and withdrew his penis, he cheered loudly. His penis was streaked with blood. My vagina, worn from the relentless friction, had begun to bleed.
He ran out shouting, then returned with other men. He pointed at his own penis and my vagina, shouting excitedly, "Wow, wow!" He pulled up one of my legs again, poured wine into my vagina, and then stuffed it into a wine cup. The other men watched with interest, slapping my swollen vulva incessantly.
I was completely exhausted, lying on the bed like a dead person, unable to move. Only endless pain, numbness, and agony remained.
Wei lifted my head, fed me a glass of sake, and then a can of Red Bull.
Next, the skinny Japanese man won two rounds in a row. His penis was exceptionally long, making my stomach churn unbearably. His two acts of torture brought out copious amounts of blood. Although Wei poured sake and Red Bull into my mouth each time, my mind remained blank; I was in a semi-conscious state. Only endless pain accompanied me.
The skinny Japanese man won again. But after continuous ejaculation, his penis hung limply between his legs. To stimulate his penis to become erect, he squeezed my bruised breasts hard. I had no strength left to move, not even to cry. I could only bite my lip, close my eyes tightly, and endure his abuse, letting the tears flow uncontrollably. But his penis remained powerless. The other men continued to mock him. Enraged, he pulled out his belt and began to violently lash my naked body. The belt slapped against my thighs, stomach, breasts, and arms with a "crack, crack." Each strike left a raised, reddish-purple welt on my white skin. The beating continued until I could barely breathe. I could no longer cry, nor scream. Even tears would stop flowing. I could only manage a weak groan deep in my throat: "Ah, ah—."
He beat me until my body was covered in uneven, crisscrossing welts from the belt. Only then did his penis manage to become erect. He threw away the belts, jumped onto the bed, and lifted my legs. But his limp penis still couldn't penetrate my swollen vagina. This drew another round of laughter. He jumped down in a rage, found the wallet containing the apartment information, jumped back onto the bed, and straddled me. He slammed the wallet down on my chest, opened it, and took out a sewing board. He threw the wallet far away again. He pulled a sewing needle from the board, pinched my breast, and plunged it hard into my nipple. I screamed in agony, the sound of which was chilling, and I didn't even know where it came from. I broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't finished. He pulled out another needle, pinched my other breast, and slowly stabbed it into my nipple. The excruciating pain made me tremble all over, gasping for breath. Cold sweat poured down my body. The sheets beneath me were soaked. The intense stimulation finally made his penis erect. He spread my legs and laboriously inserted his penis. Two needles were still gleaming in my nipples.
However, after only a few thrusts, his penis slowly went soft again. Annoyed, he pinched the protruding half of the needle handle from my nipples and violently stirred it, causing my breasts to throb with excruciating pain. The intense pain in my breasts quickly spread, pulling down to my armpits and back. The pain radiated down my back in waves. I felt as if my limbs had left me. My consciousness drifted away, leaving only the excruciating pain shrouded in darkness. His
penis hardened again inside me. He stirred the steel needles in my breasts while gritting his teeth and thrusting his penis in and out with deadly force. I was in excruciating pain. When he pulled away, I seemed to know nothing.
Wei forced me to drink alcohol to wake up. Intense pain enveloped me. My body felt like it wasn't mine anymore; I couldn't move at all. Blood mixed with semen kept flowing from my vagina. Several towels had already been changed and were piled up on the floor. Blood and semen stained the towels red and yellow. My perineum was swollen, spreading my legs wide apart.
Wei tried to remove the needle from my nipple. But the moment his hand touched the needle, a piercing pain shot through every nerve in my body. The pain made me convulse. I managed to utter a weak "No, no," while weakly shaking my head. Only my neck could still move.
It was late at night. The card game continued. Fat Japan won. He had probably been holding back for too long; his penis was thick and large. When he thrust into me, it felt like he was tearing my vagina apart. With each powerful thrust, one wave of pain in my vagina hadn't subsided before another surged through me. He took an exceptionally long time. Waves of sharp pain surged through me. My mind was hazy and numb; I couldn't feel my limbs anymore. My whole body was filled with pain, and I couldn't distinguish any parts of my body.
Then, the alcohol woke me up; I was still alive. It was Wei's turn. Even though he carefully inserted his penis into my vagina, I still trembled all over from the pain. He didn't pay much attention to my pain. He just kept thrusting into me. I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry anymore; my tears had dried up. My body couldn't move either. Only the pain told me I was still alive. But my heart was bleeding.
Wei finished. He pulled out his penis. He helped me up, holding my head up so I could see myself. My perineum. It was frighteningly swollen, my labia turned outwards. My entire vulva looked like a large, ripe, red peach. The skin was stretched and shiny, and in several places, it had peeled off, revealing the tender red flesh inside. There were also many places inside my vagina where the skin had peeled off. A patch of tender skin, washed away by blood, still clung to the vaginal opening. Blood continued to flow from the vagina, carrying with it whitish semen. My once beautiful body, which had made me proud, envied by girls, and made boys drool, was now completely mangled. Blue, purple, black, and red wounds swelled up, forming crisscrossing grooves and mounds on my body. My breasts were much larger, the tender flesh from the deep wounds turned outwards, some already white. My nipples were swollen and large, more than twice their normal size. The needles on my nipples reflected a pale light.
"I didn't want to penetrate you anymore. But they said that a swollen vagina is especially tight, sometimes tighter than a virgin's. But it's not as astringent as a virgin's, making it especially pleasurable. In Japan, they sometimes deliberately use belts to swell up a woman's genitals before playing with her. So I couldn't resist trying it myself. It really is incredibly exciting." I hated him.
Another round, and Wei won again. But his penis wouldn't get hard again. He tried several times but couldn't penetrate. He didn't force me anymore. He fed me Red Bull and two small biscuits. I was too weak to swallow, so Wei used some liquor to help me wash them down.
Wei told me that the skinny Japanese man and the South Korean man were exhausted from venting their frustrations on me. They drank bottle after bottle of liquor until they finally passed out.
Only the fat Japanese man was still not satisfied. Wei had just finished feeding me when he came in. Holding a bottle, he drunkenly shouted, "Beautiful, beautiful!" His penis was erect. He spread my legs and forcefully thrust his penis in, pumping wildly. Another wave of intense pain exploded in my lower body. He kept fiddling with the needles in my nipples, or flicking them with his fingers, and even worse, he hit the needles in my nipples hard with the bottle, causing me excruciating pain. His penis softened and hardened inside my vagina. I was in unbearable pain beneath him.
The fat Japanese man finished the bottle of liquor, threw it away, and began to violently thrust into my vagina with all his might. He finally ejaculated. His penis slid out limply.
But he wasn't finished. He climbed all over me, pressing down so heavily I couldn't breathe. He pulled the needle from one of my nipples. With excruciating pain, blood welled up from my nipple. He bit down on my nipple and sucked hard, making me feel cold all over, the pain excruciating. He couldn't suck any more blood from one nipple. He pulled the needle from the other nipple and desperately sucked on it. The pain was unbearable. My greatest wish was to die immediately, to escape this unbearable agony.
The fat Japanese man drank his fill of my blood and milk. His penis became erect again. He lifted my legs and inserted his penis into my swollen, unrecognizable vagina once more. The indescribable pain caused me to faint again.
The fat Japanese man, having vented his frustration on me, then deeply inserted the liquor bottle into my vagina before drunkenly leaving. By then, it was already dawn.
Only then did Wei Cai appear, like a ghost, seemingly out of nowhere. He woke me up and removed the bottle from my lower body. Then he washed my entire body with alcohol, paying special attention to cleaning the mess from my genitals. He changed the blanket beneath me, leaving me with a dry one, and covered me with another blanket.
I could barely feel my body anymore; besides the unbearable pain, it felt like I was in an ice cave, chilling to the bone; then like I was being steamed in a sauna. I developed a high fever.
"You're burning hot. Go get some sleep," Wei said, then drew the curtains and left.
In the darkness, I succumbed to the torment of pain, cold, and steaming in my unconscious state.
VI. Postscript:
I lay in bed for several days before I could get up. I couldn't lift either arm for over a week. It took over a month before I could clench one hand and grasp anything. My menstrual flow was intermittent for several months before returning to normal. The wounds on my body took more than half a year to heal. Even now, almost two years later, if you look closely beneath my pale skin, you can still see bluish marks. Others just think they are blood vessels. Only I know that they are the deep-seated hatred left by that wicked wolf.
With the help of a senior female student and her friend, I escaped Wei's entanglement and broke up with him completely. He resigned from the school and started some kind of company in some industrial park with Japanese and South Koreans. Who knows how many innocent Chinese girls will be ruined by them? The school also took back the house allocated to him and gave it to other young teachers.
I still kept receiving love letters and declarations of love. But I never opened one, nor kept one. As soon as I received one, I burned it immediately.

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