University Memories

I have a boyfriend—you could say my fiancé—who's incredibly good to me .

He's honest and kind, a guy from the countryside, what people often call a "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves
success). At the beginning of our relationship, he was incredibly good to me. And later, he was still very good to me, never asking me to go to a hotel with him. He said he wanted to
save me for our wedding day—good heavens, such a pure, honest, and kind guy is rarer than a virgin!

He thought all girls in the world should remain chaste before marriage,
sharing .

I was terrified because I wasn't a virgin anymore. In my junior year of college, I met a seemingly
refined scoundrel I thought I could entrust my life to! What a scumbag!

Thinking back, I was so naive. I believed everything that scumbag said. I also wanted to wait until
our wedding day to give him my first time, and he said it was okay, he could wait for me.

We usually just hugged and kissed.

Before I knew it, summer vacation arrived, and many people went home. After a day of intimacy with this scumbag, it was time for me
to go home .

But because of some trivial matters, I missed my train home. Thinking it wasn't Chinese New Year anyway, a day
or two wouldn't matter, so I returned to campus with my suitcase. That afternoon,
in a corner of the school's small garden, I saw this scumbag kissing a girl with tanned skin. In that instant
, something inside me collapsed!

Do you know what heartbreak feels like? Do you all know that the heart can truly ache?

In a daze, I returned to my dorm. Unexpectedly, this scumbag found me and followed me to my room. He
told me not to overthink it, that the girl was rehearsing a small piece with him (I forgot to mention I'm a Chinese literature major, and he
's a dance major), saying that such rehearsals are common and I shouldn't overthink it.

While saying this, he even cut his arm with a fruit knife. Seeing the blood spurting out, I was devastated. I
felt I shouldn't doubt him. He was so sincere, so good to me, never making unreasonable demands, and even using this
method to prove his innocence. I thought, if he didn't care about me, he wouldn't need to prove his innocence this way.

Nothing happened that night. He held me in his arms and slept on my bed. I didn't buy a train ticket home and stayed at
school with him until his wounds healed. During that time, no girls came to see him, and he didn't secretly make any phone calls.

One evening, he took me out to dinner. During the meal, he brought out two bottles of red wine and said he wanted to be romantic. So we
took the wine and some takeout food and booked a room at a rather upscale hotel.

While drinking, he apologized to me again and gave me a platinum necklace. I knew this necklace
must several thousand yuan.

Then, what happened is something you can imagine. When we hugged, and he
kissed my neck, I felt completely weak and my body was trembling slightly. He said he
often thought of me when he was rehearsing for a show, and today he had finally fulfilled his wish.

At that time, I didn't understand. I just felt very comfortable with him. Now I realize he was an experienced player, a
seasoned womanizer.

The moment he entered me, I felt like I was being torn apart! Physically tense and in pain, yet psychologically
feeling novel and excited, as the tension gradually subsided, I opened my eyes and saw that his...
well, it didn't seem quite right. To be honest, the circumference was average, and the length was only about 5 centimeters.

The next day, we stayed at the same hotel. As soon as night fell, he took out his phone and showed me some adult
films, asking if I loved him.

Having already slept with him, of course I told him I loved him very much and hoped to be with him forever.

Then he offered to shave my pubic hair, and I was to wear the low-cut t-shirt and open-crotch
thong he had prepared. I didn't want to dress like a prostitute, but he said life needed passion
and romance　 (he'd played around with many girls and wanted something exciting),

so I did as he said. We stayed at the hotel for three days, and then he saw me off at the high-speed train home.

Summer vacation ended, and we got back together, but we never went to a hotel again. I didn't understand what he was thinking.
Later, I found out he was flirting with a female student from the University of International Business and Economics.

Graduation came quickly, and he said he was going to Shanghai, and we might never see each other again.

That night, he asked me to go to a hotel. I understood what he meant—he wanted to have one last time before breaking up.

I refused. If we can't cherish each other, why not part ways? Goodbye, our past promises of forever—perhaps he
never intended for forever.

Filled with disappointment and trepidation about my new job, I endured a difficult year alone until I met
him. Meeting him made me realize how foolish and ridiculous I had been.

You know, when you have anything you can't handle, any trivial matter you can't manage, there's always someone
to help you when you need it most and feel most helpless—the examples are countless, big and small, in life, you know that.
He has always tenderly cared for me, letting me immerse myself in his world.

He was a rather conservative person. The first time we made love, he asked me why I didn't bleed. I
said I had accidentally torn it while practicing the splits. Perhaps it was because he was so large, or perhaps it was
because I consistently worked out in my spare time, making him think I was very tight. He believed my
lie and treated me like a precious gem. I was his goddess—a pure, kind, and understanding goddess.

From the moment we got together, I changed all my underwear styles. No more lace, no more
semi-transparent fabrics … I wore only regular styles, afraid he would think I was a
girl with a loose past—even though I wasn't.

I was attentive to his every move, carefully protecting our hard-won happiness. I wanted our love
to grow from a tender sprout in the soil into a towering tree.

Until one day, six months later, that scumbag got my contact information from a friend at a class reunion.
He said he still couldn't let me go, that he had made a mistake, that he had truly grown up, and that he wanted to be with me
forever.

I rejected him. I know that a person who is full of lies cannot be trusted, especially after we've parted ways.
For two years, he might have gotten even worse, not to mention the way he had wantonly toyed with my body and
feelings. Just seeing him made me feel disgusted, like I wanted to vomit.

He said, "Since that's how it is, surely we can add each other on WeChat?" Without thinking much, I just wanted him to disappear from my sight as quickly as possible,
so I accepted his WeChat friend request. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of my nightmare.

After adding me on WeChat, he showered me with attention every day, sometimes even sending flowers to my office. At first,
my colleagues all thought they were from my fiancé and were incredibly envious, even teasing me to treat them to dinner. Many of them had seen
my husband; if they found out it wasn't from him, it would be hard to explain.

One Saturday when I was working overtime, this scumbag found me downstairs at my office and asked me to come down so he could talk to me.
After we met, he said he missed me and asked if I could have dinner with him.

What a joke! Would I go to dinner with him at a time like this?! I rejected him without hesitation. After dinner,
which my husband had cooked, he was working on a design project in his study while I put on a face mask. Suddenly, my WeChat notification went off.
I opened it and saw a screenshot of me being shaved with my legs spread apart in the bathroom!

Then this scumbag said that if I couldn't go with him that night, he'd print out the photo and send it to my house so
my husband could see what a "white tiger" looked like. Honestly, I was terrified. My mind went blank. I wanted to text him,
but my hands were trembling uncontrollably. I managed to send a message, telling my husband that my best friend needed me
to go with her that night. He didn't suspect anything. My husband took my purse and wished me a safe journey, telling me to text him when I arrived.

Filled with fear, I went to the hotel he had booked, telling my best friend on the way
to cover for my husband.

When I got to the hotel, he was drying himself and said I was right on time. He told me to take a shower immediately. I questioned him about what he wanted
, and he said fiercely, "I just want to fuck you! All three holes on your body are mine to fuck tonight!" Not only
did he want to have sex with me, he wanted his offspring to fill my body.

I was so shocked I could hardly breathe—was this the same gentle, kind man who had always treated me so tenderly
?

Seeing my stunned expression, he pushed me onto the bed. Before I could even process what was happening,
he pulled down my skirt and tore a button off my shirt.

He said if I didn't want my husband to know, I should give in to his demands. If he called the police, we'd all be ruined
. He said he hadn't been doing very well in Shanghai these past two years, so he had nothing to lose.

I was actually terrified of my husband seeing those photos and videos. He'd always been proud to have me as his partner.
If he saw his perfect goddess being played with like this, and in the videos I was shamelessly
spreading my legs, receiving someone shaving my pubic hair, he'd go crazy. I really didn't dare let my husband know what had happened
to me. I wish this scumbag would be run over by countless cars the moment he stepped outside, but the reality is I
compromised again. I did as he said, letting him manipulate me into all sorts of lewd positions, letting him
write , wearing all sorts of sexy lingerie he brought, letting him
thrust wildly into me, using all sorts of props to reach depths he could never reach.

That night I succumbed, and to hold onto my current happiness, I have no regrets. But I never expected this scumbag
to record another video.

I don't want to recall too many details; this matter has weighed on my mind for so long, fearing that one day my husband
will suddenly see these shameful videos and photos. He trusted me so much, yet I did something so wrong to him.

This scumbag was arrested for blackmailing others with videos, and it's said he won't be out for three years.

I don't know if my husband will find out eventually. I hope I can keep it from him forever,
never let him know.

We'll talk about the future later. Okay, I need to go out for a bit. That's all for today.

Sometimes it's better to talk about things with strangers than to bear the pressure alone for two years. Wishing
everyone eternal happiness.

(The End)

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