A failed romance at an ice cream shop

"She's quit!"
Those words struck the young man at the counter like a bolt from the blue, a chill seeming to run down his spine. He stood there, mouth agape, stunned for almost ten seconds, his exaggerated reaction leaving the shop assistant bewildered, wondering if she should ask a male colleague to fire him.
"Ouch!" A sudden punch jolted
the young man awake. Beside him, a woman with her short, messy black hair handed him a plastic bag containing two drinks. "Let's go, you idiot." The young man, head bowed, felt as if something important had been lost, and floated after the woman, leaving the ubiquitous ice cream shop.

"Why did she quit?! I haven't even told her anything yet!!" A grown man sitting right across from you, wailing and sobbing incoherently, would be unbearable for anyone. The older woman sitting directly opposite the boy was engrossed in her phone, not even glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
The outdoor dining area consisted of only a white plastic round table and a few matching white plastic chairs, with a large umbrella on the table offering some shade and shelter from the rain. After 10 PM, when the shops were mostly closing up, this became a popular spot for groups of friends to grab a late-night snack. The boy and girl were enjoying their drinks here. They appeared to be university students from the nearby area. The girl seemed older than the boy, not just from their appearance—although the boy had a somewhat baby face and the girl wore dark clothing and tights, the girl's posture was consistently taller, likely due to her age.
"I...I still want to confess to her!! We go to that shop every day..." the boy lamented, looking increasingly miserable.
The girl glanced at the boy opposite her, sighed, took a sip of her drink, and continued deftly scrolling her thumb across the screen. This troublesome young man was her junior in her second year of university; they were practically direct classmates. However, the girl wasn't the type to take care of people, at least that's what she thought. She had a cold expression, and her eyes were often described as dead fish eyes. She didn't like participating in class activities. She hadn't originally planned to go to the freshman orientation party, but her classmates kept teasing her for not caring about her junior, and she finally couldn't stand it anymore and showed up. Even after she arrived, she didn't intend to get close to him, but her grades were so bad that she almost always took classes with the freshmen. The junior noticed she hadn't taken any notes and instead offered to lend hers. To thank him, she treated him to a meal, and afterwards, they often went out together, and somehow they grew closer.
"For her, I, Keshu, came up with a very clever tactic—always ordering the same drink at that shop!" The senior nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes," but still didn't look at the junior across from her. He'd mentioned this countless times. Ever since he fell for the female clerk at the beverage shop, he'd devised this tactic: ordering the same drink every time he went. He figured customers with such unusual preferences were the easiest to remember—that was his personal theory.
"She finally asked directly last time, 'Same black tea, less ice, half sugar?' and then she quit today! Why is God so unfair?!" *Snap!* Exceeding her move limit, failing the level caused the senior's sanity to snap. She put down her phone and pointed directly at the boy's nose:
"This is totally your problem! I've told you countless times to just ask for her phone number, Facebook, etc.!" The boy's dejected expression made the senior feel a little guilty. She lowered her head again and scrolled through her phone, saying:
"The point is, if you're going to use this tactic, at least pick a weird drink. She makes so many cups of black tea every day, she'd better remember you." "
Yeah! I should have ordered something like 'Super Sour Lemon Cranberry, Less Ice, No Sugar,' how come I never thought of that!"
"You'll just be seen as someone who lost a dare." The senior scrolled through her phone, a slight smile on her face. Her junior was just that childish; even after a setback, he could quickly recover his energy, though always in a strange way.
"Senior! I've decided!" The boy suddenly stood up and grabbed the senior's only free left hand. "Please have a drink with me!"
The phone almost fell when his left hand was suddenly grabbed, but instead of getting angry, the senior looked at the boy with a puzzled expression. This guy wasn't a party animal at all, though she wasn't exactly one herself. She just loved drinking and often went to bars to sit and drink. Because of her aloof attitude and her impressive drinking capacity, her classmates called her the "Ice Queen." The guy opposite her had probably never even touched a drink in his life, yet he wanted to drink?
"Are you serious?"
"Of course, I'm always serious! I want to say goodbye to my first love in my freshman year with alcohol!" Looking into the boy's sincere eyes, the senior realized how inexplicably serious he was. She sighed and said,
"You can drink, but only beer!"
"Huh? What other alcohol do you have?" The senior regretted saying so much, now she had to explain. But she had no intention of explaining. She finished her drink on the table and tossed the empty glass to the junior opposite her:
"Come to my room. The dorms are really strict; it's a hassle to get there." The senior lived off-campus, unlike the junior who lived in the dorms.
After saying that, the senior picked up her bag and headed towards the convenience store. The junior, clutching the trash his senior had created, ran to the trash can and threw it away. He glanced at his half-finished cup of black tea, took a large gulp, then decided to keep it and quickly followed his senior.

"So troublesome… this guy is more trouble than you think," the senior muttered, scratching her head in frustration as she watched her junior fast asleep on her floor. He'd inexplicably decided to drink, then inexplicably drunk two cans and fell asleep, leaving her here alone to drown her sorrows. How could someone be so annoying!
The floor was cold, with six or seven empty beer cans scattered about. It was amazing he could sleep so soundly. The senior leaned closer to the boy's face. He was quite quiet when he slept; didn't most people snore? His face really did look like a child's, especially angelic when he slept, so peaceful. She had once told her junior, "I like cute boys, I'm not interested in you being too tall." But now, looking closely, he really was her type. She figured she could sneak a kiss on the cheek without being noticed...?
"Senior, I want more!" her junior suddenly said, turning over. Startled, she immediately lay down. Why does he talk in his sleep instead of snoring or grinding his teeth?! she cursed inwardly. But her current situation was even more troublesome.
Thinking he was awake, her instinct was to avoid his gaze, but after she lay down, he rolled over and pinned her down with his large hands and feet. How was she supposed to get free? She didn't dare struggle too much; waking him in this situation would be incredibly awkward. But she couldn't struggle too hard either—his hands and feet were so heavy, it would be another problem.
After a long while, she finally managed to roll over, but the situation hadn't improved at all, because his large hands were now on her chest. The senior's breasts weren't exceptionally large, but they were still quite ample, and being pressed down like that by the boy, she felt a certain sensation in her chest. However, compared to that, the trouble in her lower body was far greater. The junior's entire leg was straddling her thighs, a position that made her utterly ashamed. The heavy breathing beside her ear, the breath brushing against her hair and skin, finally, the senior couldn't take it anymore:
"Get up, you idiot!" The boy was thrown to the ground, looking around in panic, wondering what had happened to make him fly halfway through the air.
The senior in front of him had flushed cheeks, disheveled clothes, and slightly messy hair, glaring angrily at him. Had he gotten drunk and gone on a rampage, actually assaulting her?!
"I'm so sorry! I didn't expect my drinking manners to be so bad!" The junior immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed in apology.
"Your alcohol tolerance is indeed very low, but you didn't do anything just now. It was just an accident that caused this..." The senior's words were like gospel, making the junior raise his head with a radiant smile. However, what he saw was a different senior than usual, who was actually a little shy and awkward.
"Don't you want to do something right now?" The junior seemed to know something, but he still asked,
"What should I do...?" The senior pounced on him, and for the first time, he realized that his senior was so petite and cute. The senior pressed her lips to his, and before he could figure out what was going on, the two were already exchanging saliva.
"You teased me first, you have to take responsibility!" Although the junior didn't understand what the senior was talking about, he usually obeyed her every command, and at this moment, the man's arrow was already on the bowstring, and he had no choice but to release it!
The boy positioned himself above the girl, and a kiss was indeed necessary. His hands were also busy, instinctively moving towards her breasts and genitals. His right hand caressed her breasts through her clothes, the sound of the fabric rubbing against her skin becoming an allure. Her breasts were so soft and elastic. The boy lifted her shirt, pulled up her green lace bra, and directly played with her elastic, smooth nipples. Besides simply caressing her skin, the boy didn't forget to stimulate her sensitive nipples; he could feel her body growing hotter and hotter.
His left hand slipped between her legs, lifting her skirt and letting his palm penetrate her pantyhose and underwear. The slightly damp cleft wasn't too difficult to enter; the boy used two fingers to probe this mysterious little opening. Gradually, he got used to it, and in sync with her moans and expressions, he understood how to stimulate a woman's body. He slowly searched for the most comfortable spot, found it, and began to thrust faster. The senior's expression turned wanton, and she moaned wildly. The boy lowered his head and suckled at her breasts, attacking different parts to intensify her pleasure. As the boy gave her his final blow, her whole body shuddered, and a large amount of fluid flowed from her vagina.
"S-senior, we didn't prepare anything today, so let's stop here." The boy managed to squeeze out these words with his last bit of rationality. They were both still students, and if she really got pregnant, it would be all over.
The senior propped herself up and suddenly moved closer to the boy's face. Just moments ago they had been kissing and touching so unrestrainedly, but seeing her unguarded and unfocused eyes, the boy blushed deeply, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.
"You've already made me like this, you're not going to run away, are you?" The boy couldn't take such blatant teasing anymore! He took off his clothes in one go, shouting, "Sorry, senior, I couldn't hold back anymore," and ripped off her pantyhose and underwear together. The boy returned to being on top of her, and their eyes met.
The boy's penis rubbed against the outside of his senior's vagina. He was inexperienced; although he had already played with her vagina before, he still couldn't find the right spot when it came to penetration. He gripped his penis, anxiously trying again and again.
"No, a little lower." Following his senior's instructions, the boy finally managed to insert the head of his penis into her vagina. The wet sensation and the high temperature felt like they were melting his glans. His penis was swollen like never before. With this momentum, he slowly pushed forward, burying his entire member inside.
"Huh!? You're bleeding!"
"What are you yelling about! This is normal, okay?" The senior turned her head away, refusing to look at her junior, her cheeks as red as tomatoes. The boy thought that his senior, being so hot and frequenting nightclubs, must have experience, but he didn't expect it to be her first time like his.
Upon discovering this, the boy suddenly couldn't control his excitement. He forcefully kissed his senior, and his lower body began to move. At first, the senior student groaned softly in pain, but being such a sensitive girl had its advantages. Soon, the pain transformed into pleasurable stimulation. Each time the boy's penis entered, an electric current surged from her spine to her head, forcing her to scream uncontrollably. Her
tight vagina, its walls clinging tightly to his penis, the moist fluid facilitating the thrusting. Was this a woman's vagina? The boy, who had only ever masturbated in the shower, couldn't imagine it. Although it felt like he was about to explode, he didn't want to ejaculate so quickly; once he did, the pleasure would be gone
. The boy arched his back, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, unconsciously increasing the speed of his thrusting. Sure enough, he couldn't hold back any longer. He pressed his entire body against the senior student, his lower body pumping wildly, and the senior student, stimulated with each thrust, let out soft moans. A woman's body temperature can be this high. The boy hugged his senior tightly, her soft skin burning like embers. Their body heat melted each other. The boy shouted, "I'm sorry, senior, I'm going to cum!" *Pfft! Pfft!* The boy thrust his hips forward, pressing his lower body against his senior's to the tightest point possible, pushing his penis to the deepest depth he could reach, ejaculating mercilessly.

"I'm sorry! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!" The boy used his ultimate move again, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing in apology. The senior sighed:
"Take responsibility for what? You can't even support yourself." The boy, his sore spot touched, was completely powerless to refute.
"Forget it, it's probably not going to happen today anyway." The senior looked up, thinking, counting on her fingers. The boy thought, next time, could I calculate before tempting someone...?
"But are you really that scared? You still came all the way in, and so much..." The senior spread her legs, and some white fluid flowed out. Such a provocative gesture almost rekindled the junior's interest.
The senior reached out to him, but he was still confused. She pointed to her bag and said, "Toilet paper." He finally understood and immediately found some and handed it to her. He sat to the side, watching the woman wipe herself with her own fluids from her vagina—the sight was incredibly tempting! After cleaning herself up and tidying her clothes, the senior took out a complete set of toiletries.
"I'm going to take a shower now. You can stay here."
"Okay, I understand." The boy was pulled back from his reverie and turned back into a docile puppy sitting to the side.
"Also," the senior walked to the door to open it, but suddenly turned back, "You can't call me 'senior' anymore, Yanlin."
In an instant, the boy seemed to understand something. He jumped up excitedly. He had said goodbye to so much and tried so much that night. Now he was about to experience a bittersweet taste he had never tasted before.
"Yes, Senior Yalin!"
"Idiot, you still added Senior." The boy wanted to say "I'm sorry," but his lips were already sealed by a soft, sweet kiss.

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