【My Silver Libra with My Girlfriend】(03) Author: Drinking with Books

Author: Drinking with Books
Word Count: 7689

I remember the night Yoona and I first became a couple, I was so excited by the small window of my dorm room that I barely
slept a wink , fantasizing about our happy life together, imagining that we'd never be apart after graduation, until we got married and had children… I even
searched on my phone for "how to be a good boyfriend." Surprisingly, netizens had listed
over a hundred suggestions on how to do things. I memorized them all.

"Don't lie to her… Don't praise other girls in front of your girlfriend… Remember her
menstrual cycle and remind her in advance, prepare hot water and brown sugar for her… Regardless of our financial situation, learn to cook,
learn to make her favorite dishes…" and so on. I finally fell asleep in the early morning due to deep exhaustion. Before

I even entered deep sleep, the alarm rang. I quickly got up, dressed, and washed. Despite my severely sleep-deprived
eyes being red, I felt no fatigue as I ran out of the dorm, as if someone was pushing me from behind.
My steps were light and quick. I ran to a well-regarded old shop about three or four kilometers from the school and bought a hearty
breakfast. Yesterday after school, I had arranged to go to morning self-study with Yoona. I arrived at the girls' dormitory
a few minutes early, so I went to the hot water room next to the dormitory to wash my face. I was
covered in sweat from running seven or eight kilometers!

Yoona came out of the dormitory on time, smiling as she walked towards me. Looking at her approaching, I
was still stunned by her perfect beauty. Yoona waved her hand in front of me.

"Hey, snap out of it!"

I smiled foolishly and made a gesture of wiping away non-existent drool.

"You're so annoying." Yoona blushed at my gesture and gently hit me.

I handed her the hot breakfast. Yoona is also from K City, so she naturally recognized the store's takeout bags
and noticed the redness in my eyes.

"You can just buy from the store near the school from now on. Look at you, is it because you didn't get enough rest

this morning?" How could I tell her that I stayed up all night thinking about her? "It's no trouble at all. I usually go for a morning run,
I'll just change the route."

"You're amazing! I don't even want to get up in the morning at normal times!"

"Then I'll take care of buying breakfast from now on, so you can sleep for another ten minutes or so."

Actually, I used to be a heavy sleeper, and I never used to go for a morning run. I only told a white lie because I was afraid Yoona
would feel embarrassed. The first rule of being a good boyfriend posted by that netizen
is "Don't lie to her." But at the time, I probably thought this lie was very small and well-intentioned,
so I didn't think much of it. Later, during a casual chat, Yoona learned that I
didn't have a habit of jogging in the mornings before we got together. Yoona got angry with me about this; it was the first time she'd ever been angry with me.
I never imagined such a cute and innocent girl could have such a serious side.

"I know you mean well, afraid I'll feel embarrassed, but what I can't accept most is my boyfriend lying to me,
not even the slightest thing."

I felt like the sky had fallen. At that time, we hadn't been together long, her feelings for me weren't very deep, and
our relationship wasn't very strong. If she was even slightly unhappy, I was afraid she'd say she wanted to break up.
But it turned out Yoona wasn't that kind of unreasonable girl. Although she could be a little willful sometimes and
get angry with me occasionally, it was just willfulness; she understood the reasons. More importantly, I was so good to her,
so attentive, and so reliable. Therefore, she always quickly forgave my small mistakes. Although those
reasons wouldn't even be a big deal for any other girl, I had no complaints. My Yoona
was special. Moreover, my tolerance for everything far exceeds her tolerance for me, which gives me
a sense of accomplishment as a good boyfriend. In short, I love her too much.

To cope with any unexpected situations in life and take good care of Yoona, a box takes up
a huge space in my desk drawer, containing bandages, hydrogen peroxide, cold medicine, painkillers, scissors, knives, and even needles and thread,
among other daily necessities. Every night when we get back to the dorm, we text for an hour, talking
endlessly about everything from feelings and the future to gossip. Yoona often has nightmares, and I told her that if she
wakes up from a nightmare, she should call me, and I will definitely answer. To avoid disturbing my roommates, from then on, before I go to sleep
, I turn my phone's vibration to maximum and put it directly under my head on my pillow. If
the phone vibrates, bone conduction will wake me up; I don't care about radiation at all. Whenever she had a nightmare,
I would answer the phone and go to the bathroom to gently comfort her, tell her stories, or sing soft
songs until her fear subsided and she could fall asleep. Only then would I let her hang up and go back to sleep.

Inside the teaching building, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I left my desk and chair, went to the door of the next
classroom looked towards Yoona's seat. Sensing my gaze, Yoona looked at me and waved the test paper in her hand.

It was the test the teacher would go over next class, and she hadn't finished it yet, so she had to catch up during the break.
I smiled and nodded at her. Leaning against the windowsill in the corridor, I watched Yoona writing with her head down. The sunlight from outside
shone on her delicate face, making her look like a muse. Occasionally, she seemed stumped by a tricky problem,
her brow furrowing slightly as she bit her index finger in thought. After figuring out how to solve the problem, she smiled happily and continued writing furiously.
Looking at this beautiful scene, I hummed Nan Quan Mama's "Orange Soda":

"I stand in the corner by the classroom door, secretly watching your lovely smile, you are like a cloud in the sky,
I want to become a rainbow..."

Time flies, and life is peaceful. My relationship with Yoona has become better and better. From the beginning when I was the one
giving , it has become that she cares about me very, very much now. My hands were
rough from making Sky Castle, and it wasn't until my hands recovered that I held Yoona's hand for the first time. Then, the first
hug and the first kiss all became natural. There are also many couples who live on campus. Some of them will go out to a hotel during
the monthly break for students from other places or far away who don't have to go back to their dorms, and taste the forbidden fruit.
In addition to the strict secrecy between the two of them, it will naturally spread among their small circle of friends.
Don't underestimate girls because they are small-faced; they spread the most rumors among girls. It's their nature to be gossipy. And Yoona's family is particularly strict.
Ge, she always goes home during her monthly breaks. I didn't ask her to tell her family she was staying at school,
and we stayed out together. Because in my heart, no matter what happens in the future, no matter where we go, I want
to cherish and hold onto Yoon-ah. We are destined to be together, so it's only a matter of time before Yoon-ah gives herself to me, even
after we get married. Regarding this matter, Yoon-ah initially didn't allow premarital sex,
but seeing her friends and classmates having intimate relationships with their boyfriends, she understood that premarital
sex is normal and not something to be ashamed of.

During breaks, we would sometimes go to a hotel for a few hours, and our interactions gradually progressed from hugging and kissing to caressing. During
one of our kisses with our eyes closed, the first time my hand slipped inside Yoona's clothes, she
trembled slightly but didn't resist. I slowly began to caress her from her waist upwards, the sensation like feeling
the finest silk in the world—no, it felt even more warm and moist than silk
. My hand slowly, slowly, finally reached her
breasts, which I had longed for day and night, gently touching them through her unadorned bra. Yoona still didn't resist, so I boldly began to gently knead them. Suddenly, a wicked thought arose in my
mind . I slowly released Yoona's lips, stopping the kiss, and opened my eyes to look at her.
Her flawless features, her slightly parted mouth, and her long, curled eyelashes, which didn't need mascara
, were exceptionally beautiful. Her delicate face, with not a single pore visible, was flushed, making me want to try and
squeeze water from it. The sight was so alluring that, in a moment of impulse, my hands slipped under Yoona's
clothes and reached
behind bra and, without any resistance, touched Yoona's youthful, golden breasts. My first impression was how large they were—
too big to hold in one hand—and how soft they were, a texture unmatched by any material in nature. My index
fingertip lightly touched the very tip.

"Mmm—" The sudden stimulation made Yoona seem to twitch
, letting out a soft moan. She opened her eyes, looking at me with a particularly aggrieved expression, her large eyes filled with tears
as if she were about to cry, her slightly parted mouth breathing rapidly. Although I had never been with a woman before, I
knew that Yoona's body was very sensitive. My hands didn't stop moving; I closed my eyes and
continued to gently kiss Yoona's lips, sucking on her pudding-smooth tongue. Yoona endured
the sensations my hands gave her, slightly twisting her body, her arms wrapped around my neck, responding passionately until
she slowly began to respond to my caresses. The electric feeling running through her body turned into pleasure.

After that, every holiday, we would go to a short-room hotel during the day, and occasionally I would subtly give Yoona
sex education. Finally, she understood that it's very uncomfortable for a man to have an erection without releasing it. Yoona is very, very
understanding —she allows me
to masturbate while we kiss and caress each other… If I hadn't explained the principle first, and had just pulled out a gun and started masturbating, she would have been terrified. But when I said that
women also have sexual desires and need an orgasm to be satisfied after being aroused, Yoona quickly shook her head and said, "No, no,
when you touch me... there I did feel a little comfortable, and I also felt a little like I needed to pee, but
that's all." Looking at Yoona, it seemed she genuinely felt that way. It seems that women
can't imagine that feeling unless they experience an orgasm. Of course, this is just speculation; men will never know
what and can only compare it to the feeling of ejaculation.

Once she even said to me, "Why do some of them go to hotels to do 'that' during the day
? Shouldn't that be done at night? How can they do it during the day? Isn't the first time called the 'first night'? If it's during the day, doesn't that
become the 'first day'?"

Hearing Yoona utter such a fresh and unique word as "first day" from the sky, I struggled
to suppress my laughter. I knew she didn't even know that "day" had another meaning. After suppressing my laughter
, I told her my thoughts on the matter, saying that we'd save ours for our wedding day.

Yoona, after hearing my thoughts, gently nestled into my arms. "You're so good to me, honey."

I felt the softness in my arms, gently playing with her smooth ponytail. We didn't necessarily have to make love;
I was perfectly content.

Early romance in high school was a serious matter. During the school-wide morning assembly after flag-raising, the dean of students would stand on the platform in
the playground and repeatedly emphasize that early romance was more dangerous than a tiger, and that anyone caught would be severely punished. My rebellious phase was over, and
having thought things through, I had my own opinions on this. Early romance is a relative concept. In Britain,
marriage is allowed at 16; in Russia, 14; and in Iran, it's legally permitted at 9. We are all the same people,
and even with different customs, it shouldn't be as harmful to the mind and body as the dean of students claimed, right? Indeed,
for the vast majority of teenagers, early romantic relationships are meaningless. As they graduate and their
paths diverge, their values mature, and most break up. Only a very small minority stay together. Adults have a responsibility to educate
young people against early romantic relationships, as they waste time that should be spent studying. However, schools can't possibly hire a dedicated
counselor to educate every student individually based on their psychological state. Therefore, the dean of students
uses every conceivable strong word to describe early romantic relationships and punishes them with penalties comparable to fighting.

Objectively speaking, this is not scientifically sound psychological education, but it is an essential and effective method for controlling the majority of students,
improving overall academic performance, and ensuring college entrance rates.

If we were to describe the situation of us students in early romantic relationships among the school staff, we could use
the old skit "The Overpopulation Guerrilla Team" by Teacher Song and Teacher Huang. As teachers' methods of cracking down on early romantic relationships have become increasingly sophisticated, couples
have also changed their tactics. If the teacher begins to suspect you, you shouldn't talk too closely, nor should
you act too coldly. You should maintain the normal distance between classmates. The grove, the area behind the school building, and the dark corners of the school
during evening self breaks are all forbidden zones for secret rendezvous. The safest place is the most dangerous place. The
funniest thing is that a couple, feeling suspected by the teacher, decided to fabricate an incident, pretending that two
classmates had a fight, and went to the teacher for judgment. The teacher pretended to mediate, and once the couple lowered their guard, he tricked them into revealing
their true relationship.

Seeing couples being caught one after another, Yoon-ah was scared, and so was I. She was afraid of the severe punishment
from and the displeasure of her parents. I was afraid that if we were caught, Yoon-ah, being a sensitive
girl, might leave me under the pressure from school and parents.
Two-thirds of high school life had already passed, and we had to stop all our romantic activities with classmates. Thankfully, we could still text each other back in the dorm
, and we could go out for a rendezvous once a week during holidays.

The final exams of our second year of high school were over, and our last summer vacation officially began. One day, after a passionate night in
a short-stay hotel, Yoon-ah wanted to have a serious talk with me.

"Honey, you're my first love, but seeing how the guys treat other couples, I feel so
lucky. I probably won't meet a guy who treats me better than you. A year has passed, and I still get
a little temperamental with you sometimes. I know I don't really mean it, but you always patiently and gently coax me,
never complaining, never getting impatient, and never getting angry with me. We're both only children, spoiled by our parents and grandparents
since we were little, yet you're so tolerant and indulgent towards me. It's rare to know
that! You're always so considerate in every little detail of life, and I feel so happy. I've never asked you
if you love me. But when I saw your hands, covered in scars, I knew you loved me.
Since never asked me, I should take the initiative and tell you... I love you."

Yes! I've never asked Yoona, "Do you love me?" Love at first sight sounds so
unrealistic, but it happened to me, undeniably. But Yoona only
agreed to be moved by me. She didn't really know me; she just wanted to give me a chance. Normal love takes time
to develop, and I've never had the confidence to ask Yoona that question. Hearing Yoona say those three words herself,
I pursed my lips, tears welling up in my eyes.

Seeing my reaction, Yoona reached out and wiped my eyes. She wrapped her arms around me, rested her face against my
chest, and continued speaking. "One night, I imagined what it would be like if you were suddenly gone from my life
, Yoko. I fell asleep thinking about it, and I had a dream that you left me. I really wanted to
call , but my phone was dead. I sat on the bed for a long time, feeling a sharp pain in my heart, as if
a dollar had been taken from me, even breathing hurt… I asked many upperclassmen about their experiences, and
countless couples with very good relationships broke up after graduation because it's rare to go to the same city or university.

You love me very much, and I love you very much too. But… but… the more I love you, the more afraid I am of you not being by my side.
And those upperclassmen who broke up were also very much in love before! I… I lack confidence…"

I listened to Yoona's words, her voice already trembling with tears. This was a problem I couldn't avoid no matter what.
Although I understood then—that breaking up not long after graduating high school and entering university was indeed mainly due to being in different
cities and universities, it wasn't the root cause! University is like a microcosm of society.
Young people who have just entered the halls of learning broaden their horizons and learn about more people and things.

Their views on life, their self-awareness, and their plans for the future undergo a leap in
growth and change, which is the root cause of the post-graduation breakup wave. But I know what I want, I know
what I want for my future, and I want Qin Yun'er, and that will never change!

I can't answer Yun'er with my analysis of the breakup wave; this isn't
something , and it's not what Yun'er needs to hear right now. Are you afraid of breaking up after a long-distance relationship? This concern
should be borne by me, her boyfriend!

"Yoona, listen to me. Don't put any pressure on yourself, just focus on your studies. Whichever university you apply to, I
'll apply to too."

"But you're studying art! Your academic scores aren't good enough for a regular university entrance exam.

Will your parents agree? And...and you've always said M University is your dream."

"There's still a year left, my grades will catch up. My parents are very open-minded. They've always respected my own ideas since I
was little , as long as they've thought them through. Even the biggest dream of M University
isn't as important as being with you. Besides, the job prospects for art majors are actually very difficult."

This time, I wasn't lying out of kindness. The job prospects for art majors are indeed tough. Normal graduates can only
do design work for certain companies, and the managers there are only interested in profits, rarely appreciating art.
Only a very small number of people can paint what they want, have their work recognized by art connoisseurs
, and become true artists. It's not an exaggeration to say that for every one who succeeds, countless others fail. Becoming a teacher is a very good career path, but even that's not
easy. Although I'm confident I can make a name for myself in this field, it's true that the job prospects for art students are
relatively difficult.

Yoona looked up at me happily after hearing my answer, but her eyes instantly became somewhat lost. "Your
academic grades are too poor. You only have one year! Is it really possible?"

I cupped Yoona's face in my hands, placing her ear against my left chest. "With enough
dedication, nothing is impossible."

Senior year began… The atmosphere throughout the entire grade was heavy. Some cried and laughed,
some laughed foolishly and then cried, and many, from the moment the 365-day countdown began,
had nothing but books and exam questions in their eyes. I felt like I was back to the mindset I had two years ago when I started working on Castle in the Sky
, borrowing all the notes from my first and second years of high school. For the sake of Yoona and my future, a new
war began—the war against the college entrance examination…

The day the college entrance examination results are released should henceforth be designated a national day of remembrance. Every year, countless families regard
this day as the most crucial day of the past few years. When the results are released, there is joy for one family and sorrow for another.

After checking my college entrance examination results at home, I quickly took out my phone and placed it in front of me,
waiting Time ticked by, and my breathing became tense… “Ding!” A text message arrived!
I wiped the cold sweat from my hands, picked up my phone, and pressed the button to open it. Only three numbers were displayed on the white background.

“5, 5, 2.”

Seeing these three numbers, the tension in my heart vanished. I picked up my phone and quickly typed a reply.
Only then did my hands tremble slightly—it was from the excitement in my heart.

"I scored 545, just 7 points short! 7 points! We can go to the same university!"

With the help of the application advisor, things went as expected. Yoona
was admitted , one of the few schools and majors she had always aspired to attend. To be on the safe side, I applied to
the Accounting Department of S University and was also successfully admitted. I wasn't interested in accounting; I only applied because it was
historically the department with the lowest admission scores at S University. For me, apart from art-related majors, everything else was meaningless
, so I chose this major to be absolutely sure.

Three months flew by. Yoona and I barely saw each other during the holiday. She and her parents
traveled across much of China, only returning to K City close to the registration date. After two months apart, our
longing for each other reached its peak. We each told our families we were going to a classmate's house and wouldn't be back that night.
Then we headed straight to K City's only scenic spot, Red Leaf Mountain. During high school, we didn't dare come to this
place because it was always so crowded, and we were afraid of being seen
together by teachers or elders. Although we'd been here many times with our families, this feeling was different.

After a bonfire party that night, we stayed in one of the small villas on the mountain.

In the quiet of the night, longing turned into tenderness. I kissed Yoona, my hands roaming over her body,
stripping her down to her underwear. I gently removed her bra. Although I had touched those breasts many
times before, this was the first time they were so clearly and completely exposed to me. On her firm, proud
breasts, a pale pink areola, delicate little nipples, pink and translucent in the moonlight.

Instinctively, I bent down and took one into my mouth, gently licking and sucking. Yoona let out
intermittent moans. My penis was rock hard. I pulled down my underwear and took out my fully engorged penis, ready to
masturbate like I used to. But looking at her perfect body under the subtle moonlight, I inexplicably
placed my hands on either side of Yoona's underwear. My hands moved, and Yoona, knowing what I was about to do, grabbed my hands with hers
. But I didn't stop, slowly, slowly, peeling away the last line of defense on Yoona's body.
Yoona's hands also increased their strength to stop my movements, but every time she exerted force, I stopped, and every time she relaxed, I
continued. I don't know how much time passed, but I finally pulled Yoona's underwear down to her knees. I hugged Yoona
's legs and moved my lower body closer. Slowly, the head of my penis touched between her labia. I looked at Yoona's face.
Yoona bit her lower lip and looked at me with pleading eyes. I looked at her gently, and my lower body continued to thrust forward.
Yoona's virginity was very tight. I felt like I had gone in quite a bit, but actually only the tip of my penis had entered.
Sensing my intrusion, Yoona's eyes widened suddenly, her pleading gaze intensifying, even slightly
shaking her head. She was actually hesitant; otherwise, she would have stopped me immediately. Yoona's pitiful appearance only fueled
my lust. Just as I was about to take another step forward, Yoona suddenly sat up, wrapped her arms
around my neck, and kissed my lips repeatedly. Then, looking at
me like a pitiful kitten who had done something wrong, she said,

"Honey, I'm afraid of pain. Don't hurt me, okay?"

My heart softened, and I suddenly became much more alert. Yoona took the opportunity to quickly pull up her underwear and reached out to give me
a handjob. Yoona was quite thin, but relatively speaking, her palms were fleshy and very soft when I held them,
without a single dead skin.

"Oh—" Under Yoona's care, I comfortably lay down slowly. It turned out that the feeling of having my girlfriend give me a
handjob was so different from doing it myself. I ejaculated in no time. Yoona obediently got out of bed and got me some tissues to clean
myself up.

After a day of playing on the mountain, I was inevitably a little tired. I'd just ejaculated again, and Yoon-ah and I embraced and drifted off to
sleep…

A few days later, the day of enrollment arrived. Accompanied by our parents, we went to our respective colleges to complete
the formalities. After both sets of parents left, Yoon-ah and I quickly ran to the base of the tallest main building and
started strolling through the school where we would be living for the next four years. Just a few months apart, we were no longer labeled as "
puppy love," carefree as we admired the night view of the campus. I wanted to walk like this forever,
until old together. At that moment, I felt that nothing could separate us anymore… nothing…

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