The only woman I regretted sleeping with.

It's been very hot here lately, but tonight is refreshingly cool. The light drizzle has washed away everyone's summer fatigue, though it's only temporary. I stand by the window, watching the rain gradually dampen the screen outside, and my thoughts are slowly being washed away as well.

It was also a rainy night. I slept with her, and she truly fell in love with me, but then I left her. Now she doesn't even have my phone number. She's the only woman I feel I've wronged.

It was also summer, very hot. I hid in the live broadcast room, afraid to come out. The sun was so strong, it practically peeled my skin. Because the afternoon program was being recorded, I didn't turn off my phone. A little while later, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. I answered, and it was a girl with a very nice voice. She asked if I was Zhang San. I said yes.
"I finally found you," she said.
"Do I know you? What do you want?" My attitude wasn't very friendly. No one wants to be disturbed by a strange woman while they're having fun.
"Well, it's nothing really. A friend gave me your number, and I couldn't believe it, so I called to confirm. I... I really enjoy listening to your show," she said, a little hesitantly.
Turns out she was one of my listeners. Since she liked my show, I couldn't be too overbearing. So I asked her what she liked to do.
"I don't have any particular hobbies, just listening to music. (I'm a music DJ.) Do you have any Secret Garden albums?" she asked.
I said yes, and I could send her a copy if she liked. Actually, it was a prize provided by a company, and I thought if she liked it, I'd send her a copy; it wouldn't cost much.
She agreed and said she'd come to pick it up in the afternoon.
I suggested the evening, because I didn't want to go out in the afternoon; it's too hot, and I didn't want her to get too hot. She agreed.

When I met her, I was a little disappointed. She was much older than me, at least considerably older, and very thin (I prefer fuller figures). She seemed nervous, wearing light makeup.
I gave her the album. She was very happy and said she absolutely had to treat me to dinner. I had just received my salary, so I offered to treat her to dinner. We went to a nice restaurant and ate a little something. She avoided looking at me; my intuition told me she was shy and introverted. I thought I could just see her off after dinner; I had a few girlfriends to take care of. I

don't know if it was because I'm from the north and don't like hot pot or crayfish, or if the food wasn't clean, but I felt unwell after dinner. The alcohol churned in my stomach, but I couldn't vomit. She offered to take me home, but I was really exhausted, so she helped me back to my dorm. Many stories unfolded from there.

She made me lie down, poured me water, and applied a cold compress. After all that, I checked the time—it was ten o'clock. I wanted to ask her to stay, but I didn't know how to say it. We weren't close, and she was a girl. How could I say it? I felt a little better, so I managed to sit up and asked her,
"Sister, you've worked so hard. It's late. Is your home far?" I asked.
She said her home was in the suburbs, not close. However, I figured I could just take a taxi, so I offered to see her out. As soon as I opened the door, I realized it was raining outside. My room was hidden by the tall buildings, so I couldn't hear the rain, but it was pouring. She seemed a little hesitant.

I noticed her hesitation and said, "Sister, don't go." She said no.
I assured her that I played games all night and didn't sleep, so she could sleep, it was fine. I added that she was like an older sister to me, and I wouldn't do anything. Actually, what I was thinking was, "Are you still a virgin at your age? I'm not interested in you, don't worry.
" True to my word, I went to play games, and she slept in my bed. Maybe she was tired, or maybe it was because she'd been drinking, but she fell asleep quickly. Around 3 a.m., when most people are at their weakest and most tired, I regretted the trouble I'd caused myself. I looked back and saw her sleeping peacefully in my bed. Perhaps she was dreaming of someone she liked; a smile played on her lips, her long hair spread out beneath her, her breasts small, but the part showing outside her bra was very white. She moved rhythmically with her breathing.

Suddenly, I felt a desire, and my penis hardened. I sat on the edge of the bed and whispered in her ear, "Sister, are you asleep?" She didn't answer. My courage grew, and I simply took off her bra. Her skin was beautiful, smooth, her breasts firm, and her nipples dark.
I gently ran my hand over her bra, over her smooth, flat stomach, and into her panties. That area was dry, and a heat emanated from my fingers, very hot.
I couldn't resist kissing her. She woke up, and I could tell she wasn't sleeping soundly. I hugged her and said, "Sister, I want you, give yourself to me." She smoothed her hair and said, "Little brother, actually, I really like you, and I don't care about giving myself to you, but I have to tell you, I don't like sex, I really don't, you could say I hate it. Can you forgive me?"
I said if you don't like it, then forget it, but it's not that easy to forget. She noticed my displeasure and pulled me into her arms. I bit her breast.
In the end, I still entered her body. She lay there quietly, saying nothing, and certainly not moving. I felt very unsatisfied. But her genitals were so flat and smooth, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, and there was a strange heat radiating from them. After about an hour, I ejaculated.
She cleaned me up and asked, "Little brother, are you happy?"
I said no, why were you so unwilling? She said something that made me regret it.
She said that when she was in middle school, her homeroom teacher had sexually assaulted her, so she had an ingrained aversion to men and sex. She hadn't let other men touch her, but today she didn't want me to be unhappy, so she gave herself to me, but she was very unhappy; she felt disgusted.
After hearing this, I felt very sad and sorry for her.
She said it was okay, she was happy as long as I was happy. She said she loved my scent the most, and what she wanted most was to lie in my arms and sleep, without doing anything.
I let her sleep. She slept soundly.
Later, I returned to my hometown and changed my phone number, and she lost contact with me.
Did I do something wrong ?
I feel so sorry for her
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