My University (First Section Complete + Second Section 1-22)

My University Life
Word Count: 6000
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I'm only writing this now, it's indeed a bit late. I've forgotten a lot about university, so many parts are not flowing smoothly. I won't force it; life is made up of many chaotic fragments, so let it be chaotic. I'll just force myself to finish this, and once it's done, I won't bother to revise it anymore. Also, I want to say that the descriptions of erotic content in this article are all borrowed from others, with only slight modifications. I sincerely apologize for this.
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Section 1: Freshman Year of University
1.
Cheng Mo entered university. It was an extremely ordinary college in the Central Plains region. Cheng Mo's major was in a specialized class within the college. He was destined to meet many new classmates and make new friends.
Over the past thirty years, Cheng Mo had countless friends, but he could only remember a handful. In one's life, friends are like passersby. Along a journey, you meet and walk with some people, but at the crossroads, some will inevitably part ways, and when you meet again, they will be strangers.
This is true for everyone.
When Cheng Mo put down his luggage, six classmates had already moved into the less than ten-square-meter dormitory. They had already made their beds, leaving only one bunk bed near the window for the next person. The weather here was dry and cold, and with four bunk beds in the room, there was only a narrow aisle in the middle. A long table was placed next to the spare bed, making Cheng Mo's living space even more cramped.
The seven classmates came from all over the country—Guangdong, Hubei, Henan, Xinjiang, Inner Mongolia, Zhejiang—and were all young. They introduced themselves to each other in broken Mandarin, and that was it. Cheng Mo was a year older than all of them, so he became the eldest in the dormitory, and eventually, the eldest in the class.
"Bang!" The dormitory door was kicked open, and the second oldest boy, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a simple briefcase in his hand, entered. He glanced around at the seven boys in the dormitory, spotted the only empty seat—Cheng Mo's upper bunk—and greeted them all, "Hello everyone, my name is Zhai Hongfei." With a flick of his wrist, the briefcase flew onto the bunk, and he turned and left. Through the open doorway, a slender girl could be vaguely seen being led away by him. The girl struggled slightly, seemingly muttering something softly.
...
The second oldest boy, Hongfei, was from Beijing, the grandson of a major general. This background quickly spread throughout the elementary school.
He was of slightly above-average height, about 1.78 meters, and looked rather feminine—fair skin, an oval face, and quite delicate. He genuinely disliked studying and was truly not cut out for it. For three years of university, he barely passed every subject, but that was all thanks to Cheng Mo. In every exam, Hongfei always sat directly behind Cheng Mo.
Cheng Mo's grades weren't good, and he loved to play, but he was genuinely gifted. He didn't study diligently during the semester, but before exams, he'd study hard for two days, reviewing the textbook and summarizing key points to identify the most important ones. This approach proved effective. Aside from his first-year foundational courses, his grades in his sophomore year major courses were outstanding. He even got first place in one course. A female classmate went to the teacher to check her scores after an exam, and the teacher, seeing the name Chen Yue, asked her, "Who's Chen Yue? I have no recollection of him."
In return, Hongfei introduced Cheng Mo to various brands of cigarettes, turning him into a cigarette addict—not drug addict, of course, if smoking doesn't count as drug addiction. Not only in his daily life, but also before exams, Cheng Mo would go to the classroom at night to seriously study his new textbooks and work on the questions. Hongfei would accompany him, and during those days, his girlfriend, Wenwen, would ignore him and focus on studying.
Every ten minutes or so, Hongfei would entice Cheng Mo outside the classroom for a cigarette. Over the years, it's no wonder Cheng Mo developed a smoking habit. Actually, Cheng Mo smoked in high school, but it was purely for show. His father and Chen Lu both scolded him for it, so he rarely smoked afterward. There's no way around it; many people become friends without asking why, just because of a small hobby.
Of course, Cheng Mo and Hong Fei also had something in common: they loved sports. When they were choosing sports groups in their freshman year, Cheng Mo originally signed up for basketball, but Hong Fei practically begged him to join the soccer team. The two became the best partners, one a striker, the other a winger. In addition, Hong Fei had an outstanding skill: martial arts. Real martial arts, not just brute force like Cheng Mo's fighting style; he had studied it.
His grandfather taught him qigong and stance training from a young age. During junior high, he even studied at the Shaolin Temple in Henan for two years. However, after high school, Hongfei got bored and stopped training. He said, "It's useless. This isn't the era of cold weapons anymore. It's boring and tedious. Even if you're the best, someone can just pull out a gun and you'll become a coward. You're just wasting my precious youth."
This infuriated his grandfather, but he couldn't do anything about his precious grandson. Even so, Hongfei still had some skill. Cheng Mo had sparred with him, and as long as they weren't entangled, Cheng Mo was no match for him. Of course, once they were locked in combat, Cheng Mo wasn't afraid of Hongfei's punches or kicks; his strength and resilience were not without reason. Later, Cheng Mo learned a few moves from him and became even more adept at fighting this kid.
Hongfei feared nothing and no one except two people: two women—not his grandmother and mother, but his sister, and his girlfriend—Xu Siwen.
The first time Cheng Mo saw Wenwen, he chuckled inwardly. Although Hongfei wasn't as tall and muscular as him, he was still considered a big guy at school. Wenwen was thin and frail, only about 1.5 meters tall, with a small face, nose, mouth, and long neck. She had a pair of pretty, round eyelids, and her chest seemed quite full, bulging under her clothes, but given her small frame, it couldn't be very large. Her skin was fair, but what truly caught the eye were her bright, clear eyes, which turned into slits when she smiled. She had deep dimples on her face, and long, flowing hair that reached down to her round bottom. But no matter how you looked at her, she still resembled a child.
What was even funnier was that day at a restaurant, with the air conditioning on, Cheng Mo offered Hongfei a cigarette. He instinctively took it, but Wenwen glared at him, startling Hongfei so much that he dropped the cigarette. Chen Yue chuckled inwardly. No wonder Hongfei followed him around during self-study sessions; one reason was probably that he didn't dare smoke in front of his girlfriend.
Later, Cheng Mo teased Hongfei, who, with a bitter face, took two deep drags on his cigarette and told them their story.
Hongfei and Wenwen were betrothed since childhood. Their grandparents were both veteran revolutionaries, and their relationship had its complexities. However, the direct consequence of this childhood betrothal was that from as far back as Hongfei could remember, a little boy had been following him around, constantly monitoring him. Moreover, Hongfei's grades weren't good enough to get into this school. Although his family could have used money and connections to get him into a better school, his grandfather wouldn't allow it. He believed that if the boy didn't rely on his own abilities and his family's help, there was no way he could succeed.
Even worse, Wenwen, who had excellent grades, could have gone to a good university in Beijing, but she insisted on choosing her third choice—a school she had seen Hongfei apply to. The only consolation was that, thankfully, they weren't assigned to the same class.
Cheng Mo was a little stunned. Hong Fei was grumbling, but there was happiness in his voice—yes, the feeling of happiness.
If He Qin were like Wenwen, wouldn't she be blissfully happy? Cheng Mo thought.
"Wenwen is a talented woman; you'll see later," Hong Fei said proudly.
Cheng Mo witnessed this later. A good student, she sang "Rainy Alley" at the New Year's Eve party, her voice full of emotion, interspersed with light, graceful dance steps. The vast auditorium was completely silent.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I
wander alone in the long,
desolate rainy alley,
hoping to meet
a girl like a lilac,
burdened with sorrow.
She has the color of a lilac, the fragrance of a lilac, the sorrow of a lilac,
mourning and wandering in the rain.
She wanders in this desolate rainy alley,
holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently, cold, desolate, and melancholy.
She silently approaches, casting a sigh-like glance.
She drifts by like a dream, like a dream, melancholic and lost,
like a lilac, drifting past me. This girl
silently fades away, reaching the dilapidated fence,
walking to the end of this rainy alley in the mournful melody of the rain.
Her color faded, her fragrance vanished,
even her sigh-like gaze and lilac-like melancholy disappeared.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in the long, desolate rainy alley.
I hoped to see a girl like a lilac, burdened with sorrow.
Cheng Mo gazed at the elfin girl on stage. Was this Wenwen? The girl on stage wasn't the kind of unrestrained beauty, but her Jiangnan girl attire was gentle, graceful, and elegant—a true lilac girl.
At the National Day gala in their sophomore year, Wenwen, holding a pipa, played a melodious tune that captivated all the boys in the school.
Before graduation in their junior year, Cheng Mo hadn't seen Wenwen wear a skirt, which made him somewhat regretful. He always believed that girls could only show off their most beautiful curves when wearing skirts, however…
2.
Freshman year passed in a flash. Cheng Mo and Hongfei's friendship deepened, and Wenwen naturally became his good friend.
He Qin wrote letters about every two weeks, each one filled with longing for Cheng Mo and recounting the vibrant life at the prestigious university. She had joined the school choir and learned to dance. Cheng Mo felt a pang of envy; her dance partners must have been handsome and dashing boys. He Qin was so beautiful, so outstanding, how many boys would be vying for her attention? He hadn't asked, but He Qin later replied that they were some close female friends. Could that be?
Cheng Mo had never liked dancing, but he had seen school dances; how many of them involved two girls together? By the end of the year, most of his male classmates had girlfriends, but Cheng Mo remained oblivious. He preferred to spend his days sweating it out on the basketball court and fall asleep reading He Qin's letters at night. Over time, his masturbation became increasingly severe. In the prime of his life, perhaps it wouldn't matter if he had never experienced it before, but given his rich sexual experiences in high school, complete abstinence now was truly impossible.
In that era, campus romances were rampant, but freshmen entering university mostly looked on with envy as they watched their upperclassmen pair off, secretly searching for their own partners. Few couples actually dated.
Cheng Mo and Hongfei were clearly exceptions. Hongfei and Wenwen were practically inseparable, and Cheng Mo quickly became the class leader, with several girls swaying shyly in his presence. To be honest, Cheng Mo did have moments of attraction, but on one hand, he remained steadfast in his loyalty to He Qin, and on the other hand, he was a total breast fetishist. None of the girls in his class had particularly alluring, full breasts, which meant that despite being good friends with them all throughout his three years of university, he never made a move on any of them. Thinking about it, if there were a girl with a pretty face and breasts that jiggled when she walked, he probably would have slept with her long ago. Like that girl at the New Year's Eve party who danced in a tight-fitting outfit—slim waist, long legs, a seductive face. Under the lights, he could practically see through the outfit, with a noticeable small opening at the thighs, making his penis ache all night.
That evening, he and Hongfei started talking about women. It seemed Hongfei also had feelings for that girl. After chatting and laughing for a while, they brought up his girlfriend. Cheng Mo didn't shy away from his past experiences in front of Hongfei, making Hongfei's eyes light up while he sighed. Cheng Mo found it amusing and punched him, saying, "Why are you sighing? Didn't you sleep with Wenwen?"
To Cheng Mo's surprise, Wenwen was a very conservative girl. Hongfei had kissed her and touched her whole body, but he hadn't been able to overcome that final hurdle for over a decade.
"Let me tell you, Wenwen is quite something. Her skin is so smooth and delicate, and... her breasts are huge!" Hongfei said, naturally speaking without reservation as he considered Cheng Mo his best friend.
"Really?" Cheng Mo looked incredulous. His small frame did appear to have a full chest, but the idea of large breasts was hard to believe. Later, when he looked at Wenwen, his chest was indeed bulging, and he couldn't help but show it in his eyes. Several times, Wenwen blushed deeply under his gaze, glaring at him angrily, but without getting angry.
Perhaps to distract himself, Wenwen even introduced Cheng Mo to his girlfriend.
And so, Hu Xiaoxing entered Cheng Mo and Hongfei's lives. Surprisingly, she was the girl from the New Year's Eve party.
That day, Cheng Mo and Hongfei came off the court, drenched in sweat. It was dusk, and Wenwen was still standing beside the court, looking at them, covered in dirt, laughing heartily. You couldn't even see her bright, crescent-shaped eyes anymore. She still held out two handkerchiefs, handing one to each of them, but the treatment was different. Hongfei's sweat was wiped from his face by her delicate, slender hand, standing on tiptoe. This made Cheng Mo feel a pang of jealousy, and he chuckled, "So cheesy, Wenwen, you're being too biased!"
Wenwen turned her head, her face flushed, and smiled, "You silly Cheng Mo, don't be sad. I'll find you one. From now on, our Xingxing will wipe your sweat."
Saying this, Wenwen pulled over another girl beside her.
Cheng Mo and Hongfei looked at the woman next to Wenwen. This woman was smiling at them, tall and slender, probably close to 1.7 meters, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Up close, she had a long face, especially her almond-shaped eyes, very alluring, very alluring. She was Hu Xiaoxing.
Cheng Mo and Hongfei exchanged a glance, both quite surprised. Cheng Mo's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a calm smile. He figured Wenwen, seeing he was single, wanted to find him a companion. Looking at Wenwen standing next to Hu Xiaoxing, her back ramrod straight, she still seemed quite short. It was truly admirable that she'd found him such a beautiful girlfriend.
To celebrate her success, Wenwen insisted on treating everyone to a lavish meal. It was winter, and everyone was eating hot pot. After a while, Cheng Mo noticed fine beads of sweat on Hu Xiaoxing's rosy face, making her even more radiant. However, he was too shy to get too close to her, which led to him and Wenwen chatting more happily, while Hongfei and Hu Xiaoxing seemed to have become a couple. Wenwen, standing beside him, bit her red lips tightly in envy, while Cheng Mo secretly rejoiced.
Having experienced the ways of the world for years, Cheng Mo could tell at a glance that Hu Xiaoxing was no simple, innocent girl. Her large buttocks and breasts, and the seductive glint in her fox-like eyes, suggested a wealth of sexual experience.
3.
He Qin's letter finally arrived. Cheng Mo chatted with his friends for a while. It was late, and Hongfei, who slept in the upper bunk, still hadn't returned. Hongfei had been staying out all night for several nights now, but Cheng Mo didn't think much of it. A rich young man, a beloved girlfriend—perhaps they were having a tryst, it wasn't unusual.
He Qin's letter was as affectionate as ever, warming Cheng Mo's heart. Last time, Cheng Mo had written to her, promising to go home together. He Qin's train home didn't pass through the city where Cheng Mo studied, but that wasn't difficult; Cheng Mo only needed to take a three-hour bus ride to another city to meet her on the train. Lying in bed, thinking of Qinqin's beautiful body and their countless happy nights together, Cheng Mo felt a nameless fire rise within him, and his lower body quickly became erect, painfully hard. He couldn't help but reach out again...
Winter break was approaching, and although Cheng Mo and Xiao Xing knew each other, they weren't yet at the point of being together. While Cheng Mo loved beautiful women, he wasn't the type to be indiscriminate; he wouldn't easily sleep with someone without feeling. Feelings take time to cultivate. The four of them had met up a few more times, and the two of them had become much closer, but Cheng Mo sensed that Hong Fei and Xiao Xing would eventually get together.
With the ejaculation, his body felt completely drained. Cheng Mo let out a long sigh, his sleepiness deepening. But then his pager rang. It was a gift from Chen Lu for the Spring Festival.
"Cheng Mo, have you seen Hong Fei? I have a cold, my head is spinning, and I have a fever. Can you ask him to come pick me up and take me to the hospital? Wenwen."
Cheng Mo suddenly snapped awake. Wenwen was sick, but Hong Fei hadn't returned. What should he do? What should he do? If he took Wenwen to the doctor himself, what would he say if she asked about Hong Fei?
Cheng Mo quickly got out of bed and ran to the girls' dormitory. In the cold wind, the petite Wenwen looked indeed too frail. He hurriedly took off his coat. Cheng Mo was physically strong; in the winter of the Central Plains, a light jacket was enough. Now, without his coat, the cold wind made him shiver. Wenwen saw this and tried to refuse, but Cheng Mo couldn't agree. Seeing that she could barely stand, he wrapped his large coat around her small body. Seeing that she looked like she might collapse at any moment, he simply picked her up and carried her out of the school.
Wenwen didn't struggle. Perhaps she was delirious from the fever and still felt cold. She nestled tightly in Cheng Mo's arms like a kitten. Although she wasn't fully conscious, and although she was wearing winter clothes, Cheng Mo could still feel two mounds of flesh pressing against his chest. He felt the person in his arms trembling and held her even tighter.
The hospital wasn't far. Wenwen was taken there; she had a severe cold and a fever of 40 degrees Celsius. After taking fever reducers and getting an IV drip, Wenwen finally fell asleep peacefully. Looking at her through the white sheets, her two arched eyebrows were furrowed, and her clean, white face held a hint of worry. Cheng Mo's heart ached. Where had Hongfei gone? He had thought he was with Wenwen, but now it seemed… Could he be with Hu Xiaoxing? Cheng Mo didn't want to think about it.
Cheng Mo pulled the sheets closer, turned, and walked out of the ward. It was late at night, and the hospital was quiet. He leaned against the corridor wall, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and shook his head. The night was still long. At that moment, he had no idea that Hongfei was currently pleasuring Hu Xiaoxing.
To be continued
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