He slept with someone else's girlfriend, let him cry.

As one of countless migrant workers in Shanghai, my life is nothing special. My daily schedule is like an assembly line: wake up, eat, go to work, have an hour's break at noon, get home, turn on the computer, go to sleep, and go back to work the next morning. Occasionally, I have a weekend to visit old friends, chat, and wander around. This is the most ordinary life for us grassroots "ant tribe" members.

The saddest thing is that my looks and temperament are among the worst. I'm short, stocky, and have to buy the smallest size clothes. My appearance is so ugly that you could just throw dough on the ground and that would be my face. With that kind of face, finding a girlfriend would be much easier, because there's practically no chance. I stare at payday every day, always feeling like the speed at which money is being taken out of my pocket is faster than the speed at which it's being put in. Days pass by like this, one after another. If it weren't for her appearance, things might still be going on like this.

But then she appeared.

It was a lonely and quiet morning in my rented room. The room wasn't mine (duh), and I wasn't the only one living there; I was only a quarter of the tenants, and I didn't know who the others were.

It was Sunday. I'd finally made it to the weekend. Last night I played Warcraft until 3 AM, and then suddenly got aroused and rewatched some classic adult films on my CD/DVD drive. I felt incredibly enriched, gaining a deeper understanding of the process of union between the sexes and the Yin-Yang philosophy of the Hundred Schools of Thought. I could better appreciate the mysteries of nature and the true intentions of all people. I adhered to the principle of exercising and watching adult films simultaneously. While watching, I vigorously masturbated my erect penis with my right hand. I guess I was too persistent; I masturbated for a full two hours before finally collapsing. Because I was so engrossed last night, I couldn't get up even when the sun was high in the sky the next day.

There was a knock on the door. I listened carefully, but there seemed to be no response. I don't know anyone here, and none of my friends will come to visit, except for the landlord, though I paid the rent last week. Maybe I misheard, then I went back to sleep. There was another knock at the door. I woke with a start, listening carefully. It was definitely someone knocking.

"Who is it?" I asked, confirming the situation outside.

"Is anyone home? I'm from next door." The voice was soft, a girl's; she seemed to need something.

"Wait..." I quickly dressed, tidied the bed, smoothed my hair, and slowly opened the door.

Standing in the doorway was a girl in a yellow coat, a little taller than me, but not by much. Surprisingly, she wore pink-rimmed glasses; in short, she was very pretty.

"What do you need?" I asked, puzzled. The girl clearly stepped back when I opened the door. Had my appearance frightened her?

"Oh, I'm from next door. I just moved in yesterday. I wanted to ask how to set up internet here."

I was clearly annoyed now. Why did she have to react like this? Am I ugly? Am I scary to you?

Damn it, you little slut. I looked at her with lewd eyes, carefully examining every part of her body. Now I saw her more clearly. She was definitely

taller than me, with curly hair that reached her shoulders, giving her a cloud-like look. She wore tight jeans, and her hips were particularly round, so her butt must be quite perky. She had breasts, and they weren't small, though I couldn't tell what size because I'm nearsighted.

I explained the basic workings of the Wi-Fi to her, whether she understood or not—it seemed she hadn't. I gave her the password and then saw her out. I returned to my warm bed, but that girl had greatly aroused me—or rather, aroused my penis. I desperately wanted to fuck her, but that was impossible. I didn't have the means to pursue girls, and these days, girls wouldn't even notice me. I just wanted to fuck her, to fuck her in my fantasies. I gripped my penis, which was already hard, and pounded it, thinking about the girl's hair, her shapely buttocks tightly encased in her jeans, and her pink glasses. This time, I felt intense pleasure; I was about to climax. No, I needed to get some tissues, but it was too stimulating. I just wanted to stay like this, not wanting to move. Oh no, I couldn't take it anymore; I was going to hit the blankets! Oh no, I couldn't care less. Fuck, you little slut, come on, I'll fuck you to death! Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to cum! Oh my god, should I wash the blankets?

Knock knock.

"Excuse me, just a moment longer."

A knock on the door. What?

"Who is it?" I exclaimed in surprise, almost instinctively.

"It's me, the one who came to ask you earlier, the one next door..."

Has anyone ever experienced the feeling of an arrow on a bowstring

, about to be released but not quite, or the feeling of having to stop peeing halfway through? I'm right in the middle of that, half-dead. But I still can't stop. I came, completely came, I just couldn't control myself, the gushing volcanic lava, the surging waves of the sea, whoosh, my mind went blank.

I passed out for a second.

I woke up trembling and realized there was still someone standing at the door, but my lower body was a complete mess.

Damn it, I need to take action quickly.

"Wait..."

Put on pants, shirt, socks, why put on socks? Tidy up the blanket, damn, there's such a big patch on the sheet, I'll cover it with the blanket. The girl at the door thought I was doing something, thought I was a pervert, taking so long.

"What is it now?" I finally managed to tidy everything up in a panic, opened the door and saw the woman standing there blankly, her eyes full of surprise.

I looked at her, puzzled, trying to figure out what was wrong. Looking down, I realized—oh crap, she'd forgotten to zip it up! The zipper was askew, the front wide open, a testament to the lingering pleasure of her earlier ejaculation. I usually consider myself thick-skinned, but this time I couldn't save face and quickly backed away. The girl stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to leave or stay.

While zipping up my zipper, I asked her, trying to sound calm, "Ahem, is there anything else?"

The girl blushed and said, "The internet still won't connect. I don't know much about this. Could you come over and help me fix it?" She seemed to regret her words immediately, but opened her mouth as if to say something and then remained silent.

After weighing my options, I decided to help her solve the internet problem. I followed the hesitant girl into her room. Although I'd lived here for over half a year, I'd never seen any of the other rooms except my own humble one. A faint fragrance wafted in from the doorway, followed by a peach-pink light curtain. Inquiring about the color, I discovered that a crimson glass pendant separated the inner and outer rooms on her balcony, like a cascading pink waterfall. The balcony curtains were also slightly reddish, adorned with many small, dark red flowers, barely visible.

The room wasn't large; a large bed took up a lot of space, and on it sat a bright yellow teddy bear pillow with squinting eyes—not Hello Kitty, I think. The room was very clean and tidy; the floor had just been mopped. This was a girl's room, and it truly had a feminine feel.

A deep red laptop sat on the only table in the room. She moved a chair over, and I knowingly sat down at the computer. The computer used Windows 7, while I used Windows XP, so I couldn't find many function keys, which was quite troublesome. After fiddling with it for a while, thanks to my years of solid computer skills, I finally figured out why I couldn't connect to the internet in less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.

"Your network card needs a driver re-installation."

"Oh." She stared at me with wide eyes, clearly having no idea what a driver was. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to do it for her.

"I'll download the driver for you, and you'll be able to connect to the internet after that," I said casually, like a professional.

"Thank you so much, go ahead. I'll get you a glass of water." Kindness is rewarded, and intuitively, the girl seemed kinder to me now. She went to get the water, and I glanced back at her phone on the table. It had a photo booth picture of a man and a woman on it. Taking advantage of the moment, I couldn't help but look closer. The woman was her, and the man must be her boyfriend; their faces were close together. For some reason, a huge, yet incredibly fleeting, sense of loss welled up inside me; I felt empty. Guessing she was coming, I quickly turned my head back to the computer. Twenty-six years—twenty-six years of leaves turning green and then yellow. This is my age. Why am I sad? When I see couples crossing the street, when I see lovers embracing and kissing deeply in a park corner, I feel like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, drifting alone.

"Have some water," the girl said, smiling slightly as she placed the teacup beside me.

"Thank you. Is this computer new?"

"Yes, I just bought it yesterday. My boyfriend gave it to me." It

's an Acer brand, with a good CPU, RAM, and graphics card. It's in the 5000-6000 RMB range. Her boyfriend is either rich or willing to spend a fortune on girls, but considering the girl's looks, it's worth it. If it were me, I wouldn't give it to her. I asked her out of the blue, even though it's none of my business.

"Your boyfriend treats you well. Have you known each other for a long time?"

"Hehe, no, we've only known each other for three days." The girl's face beamed with happiness and satisfaction.

Three days, oh. Another girl's face flashed through my mind. She was the girl I met when I first came to Shanghai. We worked at the same company. She always kept a distance from me, a distance that made me feel both disappointed and confident. She knew I liked her, but she still played along with that ambiguous relationship. I knew my own limitations, while she just wanted to feel admired. If she had been more decisive, I wouldn't have been hurt…

Until one day, at work, she "occasionally" mentioned to other colleagues that she had met a new boyfriend. They joked, "Wow, you've only known him for three days and he's already giving you an Apple? Your boyfriend's pretty good, and he gave you those clothes too? A Unilgo one, huh…"

It felt like night had fallen. In that instant, I was overwhelmed by the laughter and chatter around me, and the air around me went numb.

Afterwards, I asked her on QQ, "Don't you know I like you?" She replied, "Are you kidding? Did I ever say I liked you?"

Yes, she wouldn't like me. I took her to stroll along Nanjing Street at night, saw the gorillas at the zoo, ate street barbecue, gave her a plush teddy bear, and half a couple's pendant…

Haha, laugh it off. What's all this? A friend told me, "Whoever takes it seriously loses."

"What's wrong?"

"Um... oh, nothing." I was actually spacing out, startled back to reality by the girl's words. "The driver is installing automatically. I think you can connect to the internet in a bit by entering your password." I pointed to the computer.

"Thank you so much. You see, I know absolutely nothing about computers. I might need your help again in the future."

"It's okay. Just come to me if you have any problems." I'd been sitting there too long, so I got up to leave.

Although I wished I could stay longer, my heart told me to leave. It didn't want to talk to the girl; it had sealed itself off.

Back in my room, the pain deep inside me had been touched. I think I quit that company about six months ago, moved from Pudong to Puxi. I really didn't want to go back there. Two years of work and savings, all wasted. Now I live here, just like when I first came to Shanghai—lonely, indifferent, and with little money. Everything has started all over again, only this time I'm much older.

I haven't seen the girl next door for several days. I work long hours, leaving early and returning late, spending the rest of my time at home playing games on the computer. She only appears in my dreams, in my bed when I'm masturbating. Because of her, I have another

object of my lustful fantasies, and she's beautiful. I don't even seem to know her name. Sometimes I wonder:

Has her boyfriend gotten her? Has he taken her to that hotel and fucked her hard?

One day after work, I can't remember which day, but it wasn't a very sunny day. As I walked through the lobby, I saw her room door. It was closed. For some reason, I suddenly had the idea to gently push it. It was locked, and no one was inside. Then, I suddenly stopped and put my key into the lock, mimicking the action of inserting a penis into a vagina, moving it back and forth. The key was my penis, and the lock was her vagina. Doing this, I stroked my erect penis with my left hand, and it felt really good. This perverted action, I'm a pervert, aren't I?

To others, I'm a taciturn, short, stocky man with naturally slouching shoulders—an honest guy. But I have perverse thoughts. I have all sorts of ideas about humiliating other people's girlfriends, and about having others humiliate the women I like. What's this called? Some call it NTR, or humiliating a girlfriend, or Japanese NTR—basically, watching too much porn.

Many people have watched a lot of porn, and that's normal. So, I've been suppressing my feelings for too long; it's medically known as sexual repression.

The key and lock creaked and groaned, and I became increasingly excited. I not only inserted the key but also twisted it left and right for more stimulation.

Suddenly, my hand felt a light touch. The key turned deeply to the left, and the lock creaked open.

I was startled. Stunned.

I felt like a thief, but I didn't want to leave immediately. I felt much more alert, and the air around me seemed thinner.

My own key could open someone else's door? Had the world become one?

Then, an even bolder idea came to me: I went inside. I didn't know when she would come back, or what would happen if she saw me. Only one thought occupied my mind: to go into her room, lie on her bed, and masturbate, ejaculating onto her pillow. Just thinking about it made

me excited.

I went inside and slowly closed the door. I didn't understand my feelings at that moment; my flesh was pounding with my heart. I stood quietly by the door, listening to the sounds outside. Although I knew it was pointless—she might come back at any time—I

listened for a while anyway. It was quiet outside; no one was there.

Turning around, I saw the teddy bear on the bed leaning against the headboard, and next to it was a shoe rack with all sorts of shoes. I picked up a pair of high-heeled boots and examined them closely. I had never looked at a woman's shoes so closely before. I didn't

immediately lie down on her bed. Instead, I went to the wardrobe and slowly opened it, afraid of making too much noise. Inside hung various clothes, and a faint fragrance, different from the one I smelled last time—a scent of apricot blossoms mixed with wood chips, very pleasant. There were several drawers nearby. I opened the top one, and inside were neatly arranged wads of small fabric—red, pink, light blue, and more. I picked one up and unfolded it; it was underwear. My heart pounded. I couldn't resist bringing it to my nose to smell it.

It felt so familiar. I placed it on my face; the fabric felt so comfortable against my skin. Holding it in my hands, I licked it, focusing my tongue on her vulva, so that when she wore it later, her vulva would be covered in my saliva, as if I were constantly licking her.

I put it back, making sure she didn't find it out. I opened the drawer below; it contained socks, mostly cotton, but some stockings, also neatly folded. I picked up a wad of black stockings and unfolded it. I had thought stockings would scratch the skin, but it wasn't

; it was very smooth. I folded them back the way they were and put them away. Then I unfolded the other stockings and found one with a large mesh. I imagined what she would look like wearing it, and the scene of her delicate and slender legs wearing all kinds of stockings against my penis. I

couldn't feel a little aroused. I took off my pants, exposed my penis, put a wad of stockings on it, and started rubbing it with my hands.

Wow, this feels so good.

I can't ejaculate yet, I haven't had enough. I strolled to the bed, lay down, and felt how soft the bed was, with lots of mattresses and fluffy blankets. Lying there so comfortably, I closed my eyes and imagined that girl's beautiful figure, my penis gripping tightly, rubbing back and forth in stockings. This was incredibly exciting.

Although I almost ejaculated several times, I held back; I wanted to prolong the feeling. Just masturbating got boring after a while, and just fantasizing about that girl, without being able to see her, I should find a picture or something in her room. I stopped, pulled up my pants, and went to the

computer desk. I looked around; besides a pen holder, mouse, and a mat, there were no other odds and ends. I opened the bottom drawer; thankfully it wasn't locked. I rummaged through it, finding only some plates and coins. Now my penis felt empty, desperately wanting something to caress it. After searching for a while without finding anything, I started to get impatient. I idly rummaged through the books on the table, not really expecting to find anything, but then a red notebook caught my eye with the word "diary" on it.

Could it be the girl's diary? A mix of joy and excitement welled up inside me, and I opened it. The first page was already densely covered with writing, but I didn't have much interest in reading it. I flipped through the pages again, and to my surprise, there were three photos tucked between the pages. I picked them up; one was a photo of her and her boyfriend. The man was the same person as in the photo booth picture; I recognized him. They were leaning sweetly against each other, with the Oriental Pearl Tower and skyscrapers in the background. Another photo showed the same scene, but it was a solo shot of her, pouting and looking like a well-behaved girl. The third photo was a solo shot of her boyfriend, which I wasn't interested in.

Back in bed, I pulled my pants down to expose my penis, then poked the head of my penis with her single photograph, pressing it against her face, tracing its path across her body, and rubbing it against his groin. The feeling was exquisite, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Lost in this ecstasy,

I put my stockings back on and indulged in this perverse revelry.

A few sounds came from outside the door, like someone entering—laughter and voices—a man and a woman.

I was terrified; my blood and muscles froze. Good heavens, she's back! I'm in her room—a thief! I could almost see her scream, or be stunned, or… when she opened the door and saw a naked man. What to do?

This was the most panicked moment of my life, and only in this extraordinary tension did I make the decision to hide in a mere 0.1 seconds. Where to hide? The closet? No, too narrow. Behind the door? A terrible idea. Behind the balcony? Too late.

I grabbed the sheets. Yes, under the bed.

In a flash, I darted under the bed, clutching my fallen pants in one hand and black stockings and a photograph in the other. I lay there, crestfallen, too afraid to move or even breathe.

I didn't know if I could escape; I could only leave it to fate. Would I go to jail if I got caught?

After a moment of shock, I realized the door wasn't open. I heard the creaking of a key turning in the lock. A moment later, the door opened, and a woman entered with a voice.

"Why is the lock so hard to open? It wasn't like this before."

"We'll move to another place in a few days; your place is too small," came a man's voice. Then, as I watched, almost touching the ground, four legs moved in—thigh-high boots in the front, leather shoes in the back. Immediately afterward, there was a thud on the bed, like something being thrown.

Now I could only see the feet, but I could clearly hear their voices. I thought to myself, I hadn't ransacked the room; only the computer desk was messy, so it shouldn't be obvious that anyone had been there.

A moment later, the two people took off their shoes, and the bed slumped. They were indeed in bed. The man must have penetrated the girl's vagina. Judging from their intimate words, their relationship had progressed to a certain stage.

"Come on, give me a kiss."

"Mmm... no."

"You wouldn't let me yesterday, but you have to let me today."

"We can't do it here. Let's go to your place tonight. I'll get some things and then go there."

"Right here. I'm getting aroused. I want to do you right here." The man was begging and pleading. It seemed I was in for a treat today—or rather, I was listening.

This woman was truly a slut. Her sweet, coquettish words were completely different from what I'd heard a few days ago. Hearing her coquettish voice now, my bones were already melting.

Soon, the floor was covered in clothes, bras and panties were all thrown down. It seemed they had kissed her breasts. The girl was moaning incessantly, so mesmerized. I really wished I were the one in bed right now. The bra was within my reach. I lowered my breath, risking being discovered, and reached out to hook a corner, then slowly pulled it over. God, I was so nervous.

At the same time, my penis was tense, slamming hard against the floor. I placed the bra under it and kept squeezing it. The girl seemed to be suppressing her moans, not wanting to cry out. She was probably mindful that there were other people in the room, so she couldn't indulge herself freely. Things

got serious on the bed. The bed started shaking, and the girl's suppressed moans seemed a little louder, though still restrained. The man's penis must be deeply inside her now, numbing her. I really wanted to peek out to see what was going on, but I simply didn't have the courage.

After a while, about the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, a series of slapping sounds rang out—the sound of flesh hitting flesh. The bed shook even more violently, and after the most intense shaking, everything calmed down.

What? The guy... he's done? I've only just begun!

Reluctantly, I grabbed the bra and secretly threw it away, not too far, just enough for her to find.

The guy was done, and the two of them had been on the bed for over two hours. Had they fallen asleep? Damn it, now I'm stuck here under this cold bed, all my previous enthusiasm gone.

Later, I sneaked out and went back to my room. Sitting on the stool, my legs felt completely numb.

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