The Civil War (Full Text)

Table of Contents

□■When a Boy Meets a Girl

□■When a Boy Meets a Girl Again

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■When a Boy and a Girl □■When a Boy Meets a Girl for the Third Time

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■The Boy's Past Girl

□■The Girl's Past Boy □■The Present Boy and the Present

Girl □■When a Boy Meets Another Girl

□■Boy, Girl, and Another Girl

□■When a Boy Must Choose a Girl

□■When a Boy Leaves a Girl

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□■When a Boy Meets a Girl

The incident occurred on the eve of a final exam, a day marked by a cold snap.
The library was closing time as usual. Seeing that it was time, I turned on the loudspeaker to inform the students studying in the reading room. Soon, many men and women left. I, however, remained calm and composed, leisurely packing my books. Watching people file out the door, I felt an indescribable sense of superiority.

As a part-time student, I had the right to control everyone's use of the reading room, so I was always quite smug. Of course, this was just one of several small things; others included finding ways to read new books first, and so on.

"Ah..." I yawned, shifting my body from side to side, hearing a strange "crackling" sound from my bones.

"I've been sitting for too long." I rubbed my shoulders, closing my eyes to enjoy the comfortable massage.

As soon as Senior A-Xi saw me close my eyes, he immediately ran over, grabbed his backpack, scribbled his name on the sign-in book, and then hurriedly ran to the door before I noticed him.

"Hey! What are you doing? Get back here!"

I yelled irritably after I realized he was trying to sneak away.
This annoying guy had made me return the library reading room key to the library upstairs for a whole week, causing me to leave later than scheduled. I was already annoyed enough, so this time I made sure he took it back himself.

But the devil is always one step ahead, and this guy managed to slip away far away when I wasn't looking.

"Hey! Please! I'm leaving now!" Ah-Xi tossed me the keys, then made a face at me. "Hehe! My girlfriend's waiting in the room..."

"Tch! Get lost, be careful you don't get pregnant..." Since the die was cast, I let out a "mournful" wail.

"Don't worry, see you later!" Ah-Xi waved and ran off like the wind.

There's nothing we can do; once a guy has a girlfriend, we single guys have to give him a wide berth, even if it's unfair. But what can you do? If you insist, you'll be blamed for breaking up a couple. But that

's not all; what's worse is if his girlfriend is a blabbermouth. One person tells ten, ten tell a hundred, and he'll be portrayed as a quirky, difficult "bad guy," and then he really won't be able to find a girlfriend.

Unfortunately, Ah-Xi's girlfriend is like that.

So even though I shouted, I knew it was useless. At most, if he shouted at me too much, he might one day go crazy, suddenly realize his mistake, and want to repent. Then I'd be thankful.

After closing the side door, I walked a considerable distance to return the key to the library. It was already 10:30.

The night was quiet, along this desolate path.

I strolled alone on campus. Tomorrow was the final exam, and I'd spent the entire day holed up in the library, frantically trying to finish the Electronic Control Engineering course. The scope was vast, and the content was obscure, leaving me feeling lost all day. I blamed myself for being so lazy these past few days, wondering why I'd been so enthusiastic about that pointless club.

A gust of cold wind rustled the fallen leaves, making me shiver.

I stretched and noticed someone walking unsteadily ahead, quite far away, so I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.

The person seemed drunk; I could vaguely hear them talking incoherently from afar, but it was hard to make out.

I slowly approached him. He seemed to be struggling, suddenly straightening up for a moment before collapsing forward.

I was startled and quickly ran over to catch him.

He wasn't as clumsy as I'd expected; on the contrary, he was incredibly light.
It turned out he was a girl…

A breeze blew by, and her flowing long hair brushed against my face—a very gentle feeling, carrying a hint of floral fragrance.

I laid her flat on the walkway and patted her face.

"Hey…hey…"

She didn't react, continuing her sleep.

"This girl, really, doesn't she know how dangerous this is?"

I complained.

I glanced at my watch; the instructors on duty should have already returned to their dorms. Then, as if remembering something, I looked again.

"Ah! Oh no! The school gates are about to close!"

Closing the gates would be terrible. Because our school's dorms and campus are separate, once the gates close, there wouldn't be a soul on campus. Unless you had enough equipment and courage, this area was scarier than a graveyard.

She collapsed right in front of the biology building. The thought of those lifelike specimens sent chills down my spine. Human specimens were terrifying enough, but imagine having a whole group of them…

I was so scared I quickly hoisted her onto my back and ran for several minutes without looking back. Finally, I saw the gate. Luckily, the old man was about to close it when I caught up.

Thank goodness, or I would have been terrified.

I carried her to the intersection not far from the school's front gate and stopped.

"If I turn right, it's about 600 meters, then I'll turn into that road and make a few turns to reach the girls' dormitory," I thought, looking at the dimly lit street with few pedestrians.

Originally, I had intended to carry her there, but I was too tired, and what if the instructors asked me about her? They might think I deliberately got her drunk, or something… Anyway, everyone knows how the school's instructors view their students; it certainly wouldn't be anything good.

The thought of being bothered by this girl for no reason, and the possibility that my kindness in offering to take her home would be met with ingratitude, made my already unpleasant mood even worse.

So, I thought for a moment and hailed a taxi.

I opened the door and helped her into the back seat.

Then, I asked the driver, who clearly didn't know our school's dormitories, for a pen and paper, wrote down the dormitory address, and even carefully drew a diagram to avoid trouble.

I handed the driver the address of the girls' dormitory, instructed him to take her there, closed the door, and handed him fifty yuan through the window.

Since I didn't know where she lived anyway, I figured I might as well take her to the girls' dormitory and let the instructors and dorm supervisors worry about it, and also teach her a lesson for wasting so much of my time.

Suddenly, I realized I was a genius! Hehe!

As I watched the driver gradually pick up speed, preparing to disappear from my sight, I inexplicably started to worry. My mind raced with thoughts of what would happen if the driver I'd hired was a wicked one. He might grope her, but what if he raped her or sold her into prostitution? Wouldn't I be ruining her life?

The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became. I can't say I've ever done anything truly bad in my life, but I've only ever stolen money from my parents, hidden bad report cards, and the worst I've ever done was lift up Ahua's skirt and get slapped a few times—these are all minor things. But now, I've become an accomplice to human traffickers!

Oh God! I can't let this ruin my reputation in college!

So I chased after him at top speed, shouting as I ran, demanding the driver stop.

The driver probably heard me, stopped the car, rolled down the window, and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I ran to the car, gripping the roof with one hand, panting, "No...no need...don't trouble yourself...I'll give you a hundred, you don't need to take her back..."

The driver was very easygoing; hearing that I would still charge the fare, he readily opened the door and even helped me out of the car, as if the driver I had originally asked was very kind. Oh well, that's because the fare from here to the dormitory is less than fifty yuan. I carried her on my shoulder

and walked upstairs step by step.

I turned on the light and breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, I had just tidied up, otherwise, given my room's layout, I really wouldn't know how to arrange a place for her.

I settled her on the bed, and then I sat alone at my desk, quietly watching her.

I wondered why she was drinking like this alone. Was she heartbroken? Or was something else bothering her?

Looking at her disheveled hair, she possessed a captivating charm that made her already beautiful appearance seem overwhelming. My chest heaved violently, causing my breathing to become nasal.

Actually, I'd noticed her in the film club a while back. Although she was pretty, she wasn't quite as striking as Lifang, the "beauty of our department" according to the boys in the Electrical Engineering department. So, intuitively, I only thought of her as a real beauty. Why was that? Well, it's the same old story. Flowers are everywhere, but you pick the biggest and most beautiful one. Which guy doesn't do that?

Maybe I shouldn't have brought her back to my dorm. It's only a short walk; I could have just walked her home myself. It wouldn't have made a difference of a few minutes, and even if the instructors asked, I'd have a good reason to deny it.

How stupid of me! If I'd done that, I wouldn't have walked that far for nothing!
With that thought in mind, I grabbed my coat and put it on.

Suddenly, I heard a sound—it was her muttering in her sleep.
She pulled one leg back and turned slightly.

The pulled-back leg caused her skirt to slip down to her thigh, revealing almost her entire body. Seeing this, my breathing quickened.

Somehow, the thought from before vanished. Without realizing it, I got up from the chair, walked to the edge of the bed near her feet, and knelt down. I moved my head, carefully looking at her beautiful legs.

"Ah! No, how could I do this…" my reason urged me on.

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But I continued to stare at her body. I even felt a strange pressure in the front of my pants, swelling and swelling…

I wanted to observe her depths more closely.

I pulled up the skirt between her spread legs, revealing her private parts.

Without realizing it, I swallowed, making a loud gulp.
Looking into her spread thighs, I could see her white panties with white lace trim. The triangular area seemed to have a blurry black shadow. The skirt was tucked above her waist, so even her cute belly button was exposed, highlighting her slender waist. Her thighs were very shapely, and her fair abdomen didn't have the unsightly bulge of some young girls.

"I wonder what her breasts are like?"

A wicked desire was rapidly rising in my mind.
I quietly covered her skirt, then moved my body upwards, my fingertips trembling as I unbuttoned her tank top. With extremely slow and light force, I pulled up her top, lifting her second layer of clothing, finally managing to lift her breasts.

She was wearing a bikini-style bra, shaped like an 8, the round cups perfectly filling her full breasts, covering them without the obvious flaws of some young girls who deliberately buy larger sizes to hide their lack of natural breasts. The

slightly pointed center of the round cups must be her nipples.
I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak, and slowly rose closer to her, my arms involuntarily reaching out, my palms cupped inwards, only a centimeter away from her breasts.

I didn't dare to touch them, but instead, from a distance, I gently stroked them, imagining my hands caressing her breasts.

My breathing suddenly became rapid, and my hands, which were on her chest, almost reached down to fondle her full breasts, then slip inside to grasp her enigmatic nipples.

Just then, she suddenly embraced me in her sleep, mumbling repeatedly, "Don't leave me," "Don't leave me."

Caught off guard, I was forced against her, my hands accidentally pressing against her breasts.

Even through the thin barrier, the soft, warm sensation violently disrupted my breathing, and my mind went blank.

Her body swayed rapidly, and I felt waves of throbbing against her without even lifting a finger. I slowly clenched my fists.

Wow! So this is what breasts feel like!

The chaotic pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling in my pants terrified me. A youthful, fantasizing, intense desire was threatening to overwhelm me; I was desperately trying to control myself.

I began to regret not masturbating sooner, otherwise I wouldn't be feeling this way.

Having never been with a woman's body before, I was utterly defenseless against her, especially since her clothes were so disheveled and she was completely drunk.

"Rape, rape, rape..."

My mind was filled with these thoughts, as if a million people were raising their hands in a frenzy of cheering.

She still didn't let go of me; instead, she rolled over and pinned me down, kissing me forcefully with her lips, which were dry from wandering around outside—or rather, sucking on my cheeks, forehead, eyes, and nose. I

was already intensely stimulated by the touch of her breasts, and this only intensified my desire. I even had a sudden urge to take advantage of her in the chaos.

Then her lips touched mine, and as if by reflex, she tried to pry my lips open with her own, even extending her tongue.

I almost rolled over and pinned her down, ripped her shirt, tore off her bra, pulled down her panties, and then, like in those videos, started having sex…

Suddenly, she made a muffled sound, a sad tone, begging the man she mistook for her to stay.

“Don’t leave me, I love you, don’t leave me…”
A crystal tear fell onto my cheek, and instantly my hands and my whole body felt as if they were frozen under seven feet of ice, trembling uncontrollably.

At that moment, she completely stopped moving, her arms around my neck loosened, and she fell back into her sleep.

Seeing the tears streaming down her face, I quickly pushed her away, feeling as if my secret had been read, like a castrated dog with its tail between its legs, shrinking into a far corner.

"Thank goodness, otherwise I'd be inextricably linked to her..."
Recalling that scene, I almost broke down...

I slowly regained my composure, and then just sat there foolishly, watching her, because I was afraid of girls' tears.

Watching her drift back into sleep, I sighed deeply: "Sigh! If only she were my girlfriend! What a pity..."

Later, when dawn broke, I was surprised to find that I had unknowingly fallen asleep sitting on the floor, trying to keep an eye on her.

When I woke up, I immediately looked towards the head of the bed, but she, who should have been in bed, was gone.

I felt a little disappointed, so I stood up. The blanket slipped off me with a "whoosh," and a white note slowly floated to the floor. I caught it. "

Thank you so much for taking me in yesterday.

P.S. I don't know what time your class is. I've set my alarm for 7:30, hoping it won't be too late.

Li Yuwei, Class 1A, Chinese Literature Department, 7:14 ."

Upon seeing this, I glanced at the alarm clock.

It showed 7:20.

A step too late, if only I had gotten up a little earlier.

I sat blankly on the edge of the bed, staring at the delicate handwriting on the note. As expected of someone from the Chinese Literature Department, it evoked a sense of classical beauty.

"Li Yuwei, Class 1A, Chinese Literature Department… Li Yuwei, Class 1A, Chinese Literature Department…" I murmured to myself.

I felt a sense of loss.

Ring ring ring…

“Oh…right…today…I have an exam today…”
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□■When the boy saw the girl

return to her apartment shortly after leaving in the morning, he was extremely annoyed. He had practically turned the entire room upside down looking for her student ID, but still couldn't find it. He wondered which damned person had stolen his student ID, preventing him from taking the exam. Fortunately, his grades had been good before, so he could average out and retake the exam. However, he wouldn't be able to get a scholarship this semester. It was really…

anyway, he wasn't in the mood to study. So he sat blankly at his desk, resting his chin on his hands, thinking about her from yesterday.

He kept thinking about it and came to the same conclusion: how wonderful it would be if she were his girlfriend!

“Li Yuwei, Li Yuwei,” he read her message, “how come I never thought to pay attention to you before? Li Yuwei…”

Shamelessly, he kissed her signature and then lay down and fell asleep.

Some time later, someone opened the door to his apartment.

"Hey! Get up! Still sleeping so late? Aren't you taking your exams yet?" Ah-Xi woke me up. Today is our Electrical Engineering department's exam, and we've taken over the Science Building, so their Chemistry department's exams are scheduled for tomorrow.

"Oh..." I rubbed my sleepy face. "I can't get in without a student ID..." "Um...

um... I remember the registrar's office just made an announcement saying you need to go pick up your student ID..."

"Is... really?" I immediately perked up and excitedly jumped off my chair.

Suddenly, I felt something wet on my pants...

"Tsk... ouch..." I looked down, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Upon seeing this, Ah-Xi shook his head vigorously. "Don't rush... I've already gotten it for you. Remember not to blame me for not returning the keys next time..."

Then he stopped, patted my shoulder, and put on a serious expression, lamenting on my behalf, "Sigh! Bro! The porn magazines I lent you the other day weren't for you to read, they were for you to use as masturbation aids. Seriously, where did all that studying go..."

Being described like that should have at least made me angry, but I ignored him. Thinking about it, what he said made some sense, so I ignored him and focused on dealing with my own affairs.

But to be honest, the porn magazines Ah-Xi gave me were all Playboy overseas editions. Those Western women with balloon-like breasts and black holes bulging from masturbation machines made me nauseous. Watching them have sex was like watching dogs mating; I had no interest at all. I was already lucky I wasn't impotent, why would I need to masturbate?

Only I knew it was because of her…

That day, while showering, I gave myself a good, satisfying time—the first time with someone other than Ai Iijima.

From then on, I paid special attention to all the announcements from the Chinese Literature Department, afraid of missing any student information, checking to see if her name was on them. Later, I realized I was just overthinking it. Li Yuwei was actually a very outstanding student; her name appeared on almost every notice. In academics, she was not only on the list of successful scholarship applicants, but in sports, she represented the Chinese Literature Department in departmental table tennis and karate competitions.

My God, seeing this, my heart sank. With my ability to only study, lacking artistic talent, and completely useless in sports, let alone a boyfriend or girlfriend, she would have to think twice before even getting to know me.

Two weeks later, one afternoon, I had just walked out of the science building when I saw her standing in the entrance hall, wearing a light yellow top, her hair neatly tied up.

I figured she was probably waiting for her boyfriend. I initially thought I should at least say hello, since she'd received help from me before. But then I realized I didn't really know her, and if I suddenly went up to her, I might bring up the fact that she'd stayed overnight at my place, which wouldn't be good.

So, I made up my mind, pretended not to know her, and decided to stroll over to her.

She was looking around, and as soon as she saw me walk past her, she grabbed my hand and said cheerfully, "Hurry up, we're going to be late for our date!"

"Hey! Hey! I…when did I…" I was completely confused, not knowing when we had a date, but before I could even explain, she inexplicably pulled me away.

Originally, I was walking with Ah-Xi and Ah-Lin, but now that I'd been pulled away, only Ah-Xi and Ah-Lin were left standing there, dumbfounded.

"Is she the one you're talking about?" Ah-Xi asked Ah-Lin, who looked up from his book. "Yeah, it's her. She kept asking me a bunch of questions about his studies, personality, and friendships. Huh? That's strange. If they're so close, why would she ask about him?"

"Who else was asked?"

"Ah-Mao, Ah-Bao, Jia-Lin, Xiao-Hui, etc... I'm not sure," Ah-Lin said, adjusting his glasses that had slipped down to the bridge of his nose. "That guy must have had some incredible luck to have such a beautiful girl chasing after him. It's so enviable..."

That day was really strange. In the afternoon, she inexplicably dragged me to see a movie, and afterwards we went to a coffee shop for a bite to eat.

Are all girls in the north like this? They're so proactive in pursuing any guy they like.

Thinking about my wish—or rather, a casual thought—that actually came true, I started to feel the magical and bizarre way fate plays tricks on us. But I like it this way.

What impressed me most about our date that night was in the coffee shop. Her face, bathed in the golden light, shone with a radiant glow. Combined with her beautiful voice and soft music, I was completely captivated by the enchanting atmosphere.

We went to coffee shops, a movie theater, an amusement park, and a community park, among other places, until past ten o'clock.

I was exhausted, but she was still all smiles.

Finally, we walked home, talking endlessly and laughing. I discovered she was quite talkative, and despite her outspokenness, her conversation was surprisingly insightful.

When we reached the stairwell of my apartment, she surprisingly suggested we go upstairs.
I didn't know why she wanted to come back with me. After a movie and dinner, shouldn't we say goodbye and go home?

I thought to myself, perhaps this is the typical dating routine in the north, something I didn't know, and it was best not to say anything, lest people laugh at me for being naive.

The iron gate clattered open with a loud "bang!"

I turned on the light; the bed was already a mess, and I felt a little embarrassed.
She walked to the bed, sat down, and said, "Is this where I slept the other day?"

I closed the door and casually replied, "Yes. But it wasn't as messy as it is today. It was much better that day."

"Huh? What's this book?" She picked up the magazine I had placed on the bedside table. "Oh

no!" I quickly ran over and snatched the magazine from her hand as she was about to open it.

"Oh..." She covered her lips and chuckled softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been flipping through the things you guys 'like to read'."

Why did she have to emphasize that when she was mocking me?

Hearing that, I felt even more embarrassed, my face burning hotter than before.

I tossed it into a pile of clothes, stormed over to her, sat down beside her, and pointed my finger at her nose.

"You..."

"What about me?" She tossed her dark hair aside and shook her head.

For a moment, seeing how beautiful she was, I was speechless, forgetting what I wanted to say.

She rested her chin on her hand, her mesmerizing eyes fixed on me.

Embarrassed, I immediately turned away from her, lowering my head and fidgeting anxiously with my fingers.

Suddenly, she grabbed my arm and turned me to face her.

Almost unexpectedly, she closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine.
This had never happened to me before. Excitement and fear overwhelmed me; I couldn't decide whether to accept her or push her away.

Her soft, warm tongue parted my trembling lips and entered my mouth, her fragrant saliva filling the air.

Looking back, I realize how pathetic I was. My first kiss had been given to someone so inexplicably, and not even by my own initiative. For a boy, it was incredibly shameful!

She reached out and hugged me tightly, her tongue swirling wildly in my mouth, ravaging my lips and tongue, mingling with our saliva.

Her hand crawled inside my shirt, roughly and urgently pulling it up, revealing my bronze skin. Her warm hands passionately caressed my back and stroked my chest, then she began to undo my belt.

All of this happened as I opened my eyes in surprise, staring at her, while she remained oblivious, her eyes closed.

I wanted to push her away, but I remembered Ah-Xi's words:
"Not eating the 'meat' that's already in your hands is more foolish than choking on water."
So I simply let go, allowing her hands to do as they pleased.
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After she knew I no longer resisted, she pushed me onto the bed, straddling my legs, and ripped open my shirt, unbuttoning her skirt to reveal her full breasts and white panties.

I gasped; she really wanted to have sex with me.
The thought made me feel a little lightheaded, so I reached out and untied my own clothes.

The bed, barely big enough for one and a half people, now held two naked bodies.

It all happened so suddenly. I was instantly aroused to the peak. I knelt on the bed, my erect penis perpendicular to my body looking a little intimidating.

I grabbed her thighs and spread them apart.

Seeing a woman's dark reddish-brown area for the first time, my breathing became quite rapid.

Yes! That's it!

I closed my eyes and slowly moved forward, trying to penetrate her.
A tingling, tingling sensation swept over me, making me a little dizzy.

I pulled my hips back. Huh? How come it's so easy?

I secretly opened my eyes and found the shaft of my penis pressing against her vulva, the glans, gleaming with an unusual sheen, against her slightly protruding clitoris.

If there were a mirror at this moment, I would definitely see my face burning red, wishing I could disappear into the ground.

I hadn't even gone in!

So I adjusted my position again, still using my hips to push, but still no luck.
I pressed the head of my penis against the center of her labia again and began to apply force.
I slowly parted the two rosy labia, revealing the small opening surrounded by muscles in the center, which gradually widened with my penetration.

The pleasure made me close my eyes again.

Is this what sex is like? Such a peculiar feeling, completely different from masturbation. The softness of the vaginal walls alone far surpasses that of my hands, not to mention her beautiful face and fragrant breasts for actual caress.

Just as I was reveling in the dizzying sensation of not quite entering, not quite exiting, another intense pleasure surged through me, and I found myself sliding out again along her vertical indentation.

I tried several times, finding myself unable to penetrate her ridiculously swollen member, so I simply held it with my hand and tried again, but I dared not open my eyes to look at her, afraid of seeing her smirking at my inexperienced foolishness—how stupid of me!

Finally, the head of my penis managed to squeeze into her opening. Although she wasn't a virgin, she certainly didn't have much experience with this as much as I did, because it was still a bit narrow.

Once inside, there was a slippery feeling, a slight pressure like a hand gripping, and a warm, enveloping sensation.

Although Wei was guiding me, perhaps due to her lack of experience, her legs were tightly clamped around me. When I moved inside her, she would involuntarily tremble, perhaps even in pain…

I stole a glance at her; her face was so beautiful.

From the time we met until we made love, although a month had passed, we had met less than five times, yet she had already slept with me.

Clearly, she must be quite open-minded. But if that's true, why have I never heard of her having a boyfriend, and why is she so tight down there?

I'm confident that while my penis isn't small, it's only average in size.

In short, her physical condition all indicated that she wasn't a promiscuous woman like Wanrong. But who had she been with before me? Who was so lucky?

Ah! Never mind... never mind... having fun is the most important thing right now.
I slowly pulled my penis out, and a strong stimulation immediately surged from my genitals into my brain. It was a sudden stimulation that even I couldn't defend against, brief yet intense.

This was a sexual experience that not only failed the love expert but didn't even get a perfect score.

Because it was my first time, coupled with nervousness, incorrect posture, and lack of experience with such strong stimulation, I felt something was wrong as soon as I tried to pull out after inserting it.

In a panic, I quickly pulled out a few more times.

"Don't go so fast, don't go so fast... that's not how you have sex." Wei gently corrected my mistakes, seeing my foolish look.

Ah... oh no... I can't take it anymore... ah! How did it come out...
My first time having sex was so ridiculous. Even ejaculation during masturbation is more pleasurable than this.

That wasn't even ejaculation; it was just spraying out like pee.

I stopped all movement and looked at her embarrassedly.

"Is this really your first time?" She stared wide-eyed, her expression one of utter disbelief, and said to me with feigned concern as she lay on the bed.

"This...this..." I stammered, feeling a bit embarrassed, as if I'd been forced into something by Wei.

Finally, I simply nodded.

I quickly lowered her legs, withdrew my "newbie" from her body, and immediately sat on the farthest corner of the bed from her. Her

slightly reddened and swollen vulva closed as I withdrew, a long, viscous fluid connecting us like a spider's web.

As soon as I left, that web snapped.

I kept my head down, not daring to look at Wei, mentally anticipating what would happen on TV: the girl gets up, grabs her clothes, and slaps the boy hard.

Damn it! I knew it...the first time should be with your wife, because neither of you has experience, so there won't be any psychological pressure.

I looked miserable.

If the next thing was a slap, a punch, or a kick, I wouldn't be surprised, but if she chased me with a broom, I would be quite taken aback.

But even more unexpectedly, Wei straightened up, leaned against me, and kissed my cheek again, speaking softly to me in her sweet, intoxicating voice.

"It's okay, it's always like this the first time..." Wei encouraged me, "...it won't happen again..."

"Really?" I looked up at her. "It won't happen next time?"

At that moment, I felt like a child with a cavity who thought he had a terminal illness, anxiously asking his mother.

"Hmm...don't worry..." She cupped my chin and gently kissed my cheek. "Next time, it definitely won't happen next time, just like my previous boyfriend..."

She suddenly stopped moving, slowly moved away from me, and still gently asked, "Can I sleep here tonight? I don't want to go back to my place."

I nodded haphazardly, but hesitated over the word "boyfriend" at the end of her sentence.
I was sure she meant to say boyfriend, but stopped. Hmm, her boyfriend must be a very important person; either he had betrayed her or something had happened to him, otherwise she wouldn't be like this.

I remembered the first time she rambled on when she was drunk, and I was absolutely certain that her boyfriend had dumped her.

If I met that guy, I would definitely call him an idiot. If he wouldn't want a girl like that, then I doubt there are many girls in the world he could possibly want. That

night, I could vaguely hear her sobbing.

The next day, she left very early again, and I was all alone.
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□■ When a boy and a girl

walk through the campus, the "springtime feeling" of yesterday still lingers in their minds. I'm really angry at what happened yesterday, scolding myself for being so useless. Others have a one-night stand, but I only had a fleeting moment of passion—what a failure!

But it doesn't matter, I've already had her.
As I walked aimlessly through the empty campus, Ah-Xi suddenly ran up to me. In my dazed state, I didn't know where he came from, and he didn't say anything, just grabbed my hand and frantically ran towards the restroom next to our electrical engineering department.

"Hey! What can't you say here? And what are you doing here, you chemistry major?"

"Shh... just follow me." He said breathlessly, "I paid a hundred dollars."

He led me into the men's restroom. Before we entered, it was already crowded with more than a dozen people, but none of them were "giving." For some reason, the dozen or so people were forming a concentric circle in front of a certain door, each with their face turned to the side, as if there were some interesting sounds coming from inside.

I wanted to ask what was going on, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Ah-Xi stopped me. He probably knew what I wanted to ask, but shook his head and still told me to be quiet. Then he couldn't wait to lean against the door.

I knew there must be something strange about this, so I pricked up my ears and listened carefully with them.

As expected, some sounds came from the other side of the door. At first, it sounded like two lumps of earth colliding, a rhythmic thud, followed by muffled groans, some heavy and grating, others soft and faint.

I knew what was going on inside, but I found it hard to believe anyone would be so bored.

After about five or six minutes, a slightly louder groan followed, and then everything fell silent except for very soft breathing.

The group gathered outside didn't seem inclined to disperse.
Then a man and a woman started talking inside, followed by an argument. The door opened, and out came Ah-Xi's classmate, a senior nicknamed "Turtle King." He grabbed the girl's clothes and started hurling insults at her through the door, clearly knowing she was seeing someone else besides him, and he was doing this to teach her a lesson.

It wasn't just that the turtle king took the clothes; what was even more outrageous was that he actually opened the door.

Suddenly, two mounds of flesh burst out, their brown nipples erect, a testament to the intensity of the encounter. Thick, white fluid glistened on their dark pubic hair, unable to conceal the fact that the woman inside had just been violated by the man outside.

A naked body was revealed, facing everyone.
It was Lifang! And she was supposed to be the most beautiful girl in our Electrical Engineering department!
The group of boys began to laugh lewdly. Some went so far as to drag Lifang out as she reached to close the door, pushing her down onto the damp, dirty floor. Then someone jumped up and pinned her down, groping her snow-white body indecently.

"Wow! I touched it… I touched it…"

"Don't run! I'm going to stick your pubic hair back on…"

Amidst the unusually excited shouts of the crowd, my mind went blank. What kind of school was this? Even the things that so-called "bad students" wouldn't do happened here.

It was only then that I noticed that only Lifang and I were first-year students.

In the gaps between this group of despicable people chasing her, I saw Lifang's clean body covered in filth from the floor, her beautiful face struggling to hold back tears, trembling as she searched for the door to another toilet.

Finally, she escaped the group of perverts' harassment and ran into the door at the end of the restroom.
Once inside, she cried; the seemingly strong woman had cried.
Seeing there was no hope, the group hurled some lewd remarks and then escorted Turtle King away.

As Turtle King passed me, he tossed my clothes to me with a lewd grin, saying, "Hey! First-year student, give this to her later."

Although I was extremely angry at their outrageous behavior, there was nothing I could do. I had just entered the school and didn't want to get into trouble with my parents by fighting. Even though this guy wasn't a thug and certainly didn't have the courage to fight, the problem was that his father was a public representative.

What a public representative!

Anyway, all this guy does all day is bully girls with his genitals and demand food, drink, and entertainment, using connections to run rampant in the school—he's practically useless.

I realized the tragedy of being an ordinary citizen in this cannibalistic society.

After they walked away, I approached the door from which the crying was coming and knocked.

A long time passed, but there was still no answer. I knocked again, finally getting her to peek out.

I waved some clothes in front of her, gesturing for her to take them.
As soon as she saw the clothes, she snatched them and quickly locked the door.

While she was getting dressed, I said, "Are you alright?"
She didn't answer.

"Why are you doing this? Tell the instructor! This is too much, don't you think? Even I, as a bystander, can't stand it. Get away from those guys..."

After a long silence, through the door, she said, "No...you can't...he's my boyfriend, it's all my fault, I made him angry..." As if hypnotizing herself, her voice trembled, hysterically muttering to herself.

What kind of talk was that!

But what could I do? It was a willing victim.
So I just stood there, and finally, half an hour later, she opened the door and came out.

"Thank you." She took a deep breath, seemingly returning to normal, and smiled at me.

Watching her walk away, I asked myself, "Will she commit suicide?" I shook my head. "Don't be silly, girls these days aren't that foolish."

As I suspected, she didn't commit suicide. I realized my thinking was still stuck in the anti-communist, anti-Russian era. But I really didn't understand why she was so tolerant of that bastard. Was there something special about him? Or was it because of his father? Unable

to find a reason, I could only ask myself, "Is this the gentleness and virtue of Chinese girls?"

I felt like an idiot.

In the evening, Quan and I ate at the Songzhu Restaurant outside the school.
"Hehe, did you enjoy what I heard today?" Quan smiled wickedly, showing no consideration for Lifang, who had been driven to tears. Although she was indeed reckless, how could she face anyone after this? Facing this somewhat domineering senior, I really didn't know what to say.

"I didn't enjoy it! But I think you guys went too far today."
"Too far? Forget it... Who told her to be unfaithful? Either one would have been fine."

Looking at this big man, I was speechless for a moment.

"Do you remember A-Dao and Luanzi? I heard they were having an affair with her too. This bitch actually went up against them."

"But she can't help it! You guys are the type of upperclassmen who only know how to bully her, always threatening her. She was originally very innocent, but you guys have made her filthy..."

"That's because she's too stupid, so easy to fool. If it were like that English major last time, who among us would dare to touch her?" A-Xi said angrily.

Because last time, when a few of them, the third-year students, went up to chat up that female student, she accused them of rape. Although they explained it out later, they still got a severe scolding from the instructor.

Indeed, some of the girls in our school are incredibly stupid. They could easily say no, but they still choose to wallow in depravity, and even after being dumped, they have no complaints. It seems that the upperclassmen represent everything, and they can do whatever they want with them. If this is the result of studying hard and finally getting into university, then I definitely don't want my daughter to suffer like that in the future.

It's obvious that our education only teaches us to be loyal to the Party and love the leader, and it can only produce such fools, completely incapable of cultivating people with independent thinking and judgment.

I think of Ah-Xi's girlfriend, a freshman. She's only been in university for a little over half a year, and she's already had two hysterectomies. Because I'm from the third group, crossing over to the second group, I know that this might have a negative impact on her future fertility. But Ah-Xi doesn't care at all, and even says that he's not the best, because there's a guy in his group who has three girlfriends at the same time, and the one with the fewest abortions is two. They say he's great?

Was Wei's virginity lost to a guy like that?
I really don't want to think about it anymore.

"But speaking of which..." Ah-Xi made a circle with his left hand, extending his right index finger to mimic the gesture. "You don't have any experience yet, do you? Want me to arrange one for you? I promise you won't cause any trouble afterwards, and you won't have any babies..."

Seeing my usually disrespectful senior acting like a pimp soliciting customers, I felt even more disdainful.

"Me? Thanks! I have experience..." I patted my chest proudly, even though that time was truly embarrassing.

Ah-Xi "pfft," as if he was about to spit out all the juice in his mouth, looking at me with an incredulous expression.

"I...I meant sex, you know, a man and a woman naked, lying on the bed...kid, not masturbation..."

"You think I'm an idiot? I've really had sex."
"You're so stupid! You can't call a prostitute these days, they're either AIDS, gonorrhea, or syphilis. I suggest you go pray!"

"You underestimate me. Who said I've been to a brothel..."
"Then...oh...you, are you the one you went on a date with?"

"Yeah!" I grinned mischievously.

"Hey! You! This is such a big deal and you didn't tell your friend!" Ah-Xi smacked my head hard, then said in a very "lewd" way, "Looks like we can form a 'Non-Virgin Alliance' in our department and exchange experiences!"

"Hey! 'X's' first time is never told!"
"You really got lucky, but that girl was pretty good, what a waste!"

"Forget it! I'm not bad looking, unlike your girlfriend, who's the real 'waste' and waste..."

So that day, we played around like crazy until after 11 pm, celebrating my first time.

Strange, right? That's just how guys are.

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□■ When the boy saw the girl for the third time

, I returned to my place, and surprisingly, I was in great spirits, probably because I was too excited.

I reached for the doorknob and opened the door; the room was completely dark.
"Strange, I remember turning on the lights!"

Just as I was wondering, suddenly a hand reached out from behind me.
I was startled, but then a pair of very soft, slightly moist lips covered my lips.

That was Wei. I thought she wouldn't come looking for me again after that day of "repaying her debt," but I was clearly wrong.

Her tongue familiarly darted out, and I returned the favor, working even more intensely than hers. I slid my tongue into her mouth, sucking her fragrant saliva, my tongue tip pressing against hers, her white teeth, before finally capturing her playful tongue.

Our lips pressed tightly together, making our breathing erratic.

This time I was more experienced, and with the techniques Ah-Xi had taught me to calm myself, plus what had happened in the men's restroom today, my desire was incredibly strong.

Without hesitation, I roughly caressed her through her thin top, then lifted her shapely, round buttocks and carried her to the bed.

Although I was still nervous, I deftly and efficiently untied the bindings on her chest.

With each breath, her gradually swelling hemispherical breasts unfolded before my eyes, pink nipples erect on the large, caressed areolas, radiating intense waves of desire.

I leaned down and pressed her body against mine, squeezing each breast with my hands, burying my face in Wei's cleavage, then pressing her breasts against my cheeks to savor the exquisite touch, greedily inhaling the rich, milky scent emanating from her beautiful breasts.

"You... seem less nervous now..." Wei said, stroking my hair.

"Is it okay?" I pleaded, asking if I could pleasure myself on her body.
"Can I say no..." Her voice was so soft it seemed to have lost its soul.

And so, with an unspoken understanding, we rose from the bed, and she undressed me.

Suddenly, our bodies were completely naked.
Her figure and face were so flawless—fair skin, delicate texture, a refreshing touch—under the dim white light, she was like a celestial being, a breathtaking beauty.

I pushed aside the hands covering her breasts and genitals, looked at her, and roared inwardly. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist and soft buttocks, pressing her against my body.

My erect penis was pressed between her thighs, enduring the sensation of her thick pubic hair and the burning desire of having my glans squeezed. I squeezed her buttocks even harder, violently pressing our private parts closer together.

I applied pressure to her buttocks, making her delicate skin rub against my glans.

I increased my speed, and finally, with a shout, I forcefully spread her beautiful legs apart and pressed my entire body against hers.

Her lack of resistance ignited my animalistic instincts, making me want to thrust wildly and passionately inside her warm, moist body, wanting to bite her blooming areolas and chew on them in my thirsty mouth. Impatient,

I skipped the caresses to make her even wetter and immediately thrust in, plunging in completely in one go.

Wei flinched, and before she could return to her original position, my thrusts came again, again and again. Gone was her previous relaxed expression; Wei's beautiful face contorted in a horrifying grimace, her fair cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

It was an indescribable excitement, like being raped.
Immersed in this strange atmosphere, my thrusts were powerful, my swollen glans plunging and thrashing within her vagina, which was slightly less smooth due to insufficient lubrication. The hard, cylindrical part fiercely stimulated her pitiful clitoris and labia, while the sac-like base of my penis slammed violently against her convulsing petals, composing a chaotic war march.

Not enough pleasure…not intense enough!

I screamed inwardly.

The frequent thrusts prevented Wei from uttering a moan before the next one washed it away, over and over again, like a pitiful person about to drown.

Even the lubricant secreted by her vaginal walls wasn't enough to sustain my penetration. Once secreted, it was immediately drawn out by the glans, wetting the pubic hair of these two who had tasted forbidden fruit, leaving it a messy, slick mess, like excessive sweating.

In this state, it was difficult to tell whether she was experiencing more pleasure or pain beneath me. I couldn't tell from the tension in her body.

After what seemed like an eternity, my cheek pressed against her breast, my mouth agape, letting my saliva shamelessly flow onto her chest.

Holding my base with one hand and her slender waist with the other, I thrust in and out relentlessly, using the increasingly tight vaginal walls to stimulate my pink glans, to rub against my rock-hard shaft, using softness to overcome hardness, propelling myself higher and higher, reaching the peak of sexual intercourse.

Suddenly, everything went black; an overwhelming warmth gathered at the point where we were joined, my abdominal muscles spasming and tightening until they finally solidified.

In the final thrust, before I could fully penetrate her, I ejaculated forcefully halfway into her wet, slippery vagina. The feeling of my ejaculatory ducts being filled with semen suddenly burst forth, and a wave of pleasure quickly flooded my brain, robbing me of all reason.

With each throbbing sensation of ejaculation, my body involuntarily convulsed.

This was real sex! I absolutely wouldn't admit to yesterday's encounter.

I lingered inside her for a moment, and after her orgasm, I patted her side and said, "I can't go on anymore. Let's do it again another time."

Wei Xiang was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. I propped myself up with one hand and tenderly stroked the spot where we had just joined, smoothing out the clumps of pubic hair that had been ruffled.

"Does it still hurt?" I looked at her, my index and middle fingers gently parting her still-swollen labia, then pinching her wet clitoris.

With each of my movements, she trembled, her consciousness hazy as she shook her head. After a while, she weakly slapped my hand away, not allowing me to continue to confuse her.

After a while, Wei regained her senses from the pleasure of her orgasm, bringing her naked body close to me, lying on my chest, her face showing a mixture of happiness and satisfaction as she absentmindedly played with her fingers or touched my nipples.

"Is this okay? You don't really know me, and you've only slept with me twice..."

"You say I don't know you? I know a lot more than you do."
"Huh?"

"Private XX High School, graduated first in the whole school, served as class monitor for two years, vice class monitor once, the only time I didn't serve was in the first semester of freshman year, mainly because everyone didn't know you."

I opened my mouth wide, surprised that she knew so much about me.
She took a slight breath and continued, "My best friend is Hu Jinquan, my favorite people are my parents, my least favorite thing is exams, my saddest thing is... summer? And..."

"You... how do you know so much? Could it be... could it be..." I interrupted her.

She leaned close to my face and kissed me, then rested her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry I investigated you," she said, breathing slightly heavily. "That morning I woke up, and at first I thought I was going to be raped, but I found that nothing had happened to me. Then I saw you sitting alone on the floor." "

I just stared at you for a whole hour. You have no idea. I don't know why, but whenever I saw you, I had a strange feeling, I just liked looking at you. Besides, you didn't do anything to me. Partly, I wanted to thank you later, and partly, I probably just wanted to get to know you. So I took your student ID that you left on the table and went to the counseling office to steal some of your information."

"So it was you, you bastard, who prevented me from taking the exam!" I exclaimed, suddenly realizing.

"Don't be like that... I knew there was an exam that day, but I didn't know if you had one, so I set an alarm for you to make sure you weren't late. I just forgot you need a student ID for the exam!" She put on a smile, trying to break down my defenses with her charm.

I succumbed; beautiful women are hard to resist.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. "Don't do that again! Okay, then be my girlfriend, and this won't happen again!"

"Aren't we already? I investigated you to pick you up, didn't I?"

She's such a proactive girl;

I'm impressed. I almost cheered! I thought she was trying to apologize by sleeping with me. This is my image of a northern girl.

But since she's already said she'll be my girlfriend, this...this...this is such a wonderful thing!

"By the way! Why did you write 'summer' in the 'Sadest Thing' section?" she asked, looking at me.

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes, a girlfriend has the right to know everything about her boyfriend's past."
"Oh? Then I'll tell you. I remember it was back in high school..."

My eyes stared at the slightly yellowish ceiling, as if some kind of magic was drawing me into a grayish-yellow scene...

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□■ The Boy's Past Girl

Wanrong was undoubtedly

the most beautiful girl in our class. She was elegant and beautiful, possessing a refined and captivating beauty. Besides, her figure was impeccable. Because she combined celestial beauty with a devilish figure, not only were the boys in our class infatuated with her, but her "name" was also famous throughout the school. Many classes, upon hearing our class's name, would naturally exclaim "Oh!" and ask about her.

Naturally, I was also one of Wanrong's admirers, but I was rather introverted and dared not express my feelings to her.

Just being able to silently watch her from a corner was my greatest wish when I went to school.

It was a summer afternoon when A-Quan invited me to his house to watch his latest videotape. I casually agreed; it was our secret.

Actually, the videotape was just one of those tapes. Young and full of curiosity, how could I not want to watch it? Especially since he said this tape was particularly different.

When I rode my bike to his house, I found him already watching it.
I nudged his head, stepped over the back of the sofa, sat next to him, and took a can from the soda basket on the coffee table.

"Hey! You're such a jerk! Didn't you promise me you wouldn't
watch it if you didn't see it?" He said mysteriously, "No way, if I don't watch it now, I won't..."

He stopped abruptly, letting out a sly smile.
I sensed something strange in his words: "Oh... what will happen later?" I grabbed his neck and started playfully hitting him. "Tell me! Tell me or not? Otherwise, 'Aruba'!"

"Ouch... ouch ouch..." He was rendered powerless by my actions and could only point at the screen, "Look... look... they're starting... they're starting..."

This wretched kid used both diversionary tactics and feints.
To avoid missing these exciting scenes, I let him go.

He straightened his wrinkled clothes and pointed at the male and female protagonists screaming on the screen.

"Look! Isn't that the popular young female singer? Turns out she's been a slut for a long time." He pointed to the center of her thigh on the screen, where a man was penetrating her. "According to the person who lent me the film, for a few hundred thousand dollars, you can also do what that guy on the screen did and have sex with her..."

I chuckled. "Don't be silly, a few hundred thousand dollars? Let me tell you, even the principal's daughter can't get that much!"

Why did I mention the principal's daughter? Because her appearance was a bit unusual, in other words, she was "Agril," so she was a woman in her thirties who couldn't get married, and she could only desperately torment us young and vigorous guys to satisfy her perverted psychology, so we all hated her.

I pressed my face close to the screen.

"Wow! Is this for real?" Looking at that face contorted with excitement, I couldn't believe it. She's my favorite singer. Yesterday, during her interview on TV, she said she'd never had a boyfriend in her life!

"Don't be silly, of course it's true. One person's resemblance might be fake, but how can three people look alike?" Ah Quan pointed to the new men who had joined her.

If they were current male stars, I probably wouldn't recognize most of them.
But I'd recognize those two men even if they were ashes. One was her manager who promoted her albums, and the other was a general who had just been promoted and was even mentioned in our ideological textbooks.

So that's how it is. That manager was really economical, acting as both pimp and client.

No wonder this pretty girl always won when the military elected their lover, and with almost twice as many votes as the second-place winner.

"Ah! It's starting to bite...it's starting to bite..." Every time Ah Quan saw a video of oral sex, he would scream, because he once said that he felt a special excitement when he saw oral sex. So he unbuckled his belt, ready to give himself a blowjob.

"Hey! Don't be shameless, can't you see I'm right here?"
Just then, someone rang the doorbell.

Ah Quan pulled up his pants, pressed the remote control, and changed the channel. The
person ringing the doorbell was none other than Wan Rong.

When I saw her, I was stunned. Could it be the one Ah Quan was talking about?

Sigh! It really was her...

Ah Quan is my good friend. From childhood to adulthood, he has always stood up for me whenever I'm in trouble. I remember when I was in the first year of junior high, there was a tall guy in my class who bullied me. He introduced me to the "boss" of the third year of junior high, as well as some "friends" from the first and second years of junior high, asking them to help me get revenge and beat that guy up until he transferred schools and ran away.

There's an old saying: when two friends both fall for the same girl, they're bound to become bitter enemies, locked in a bitter feud. This is a lesson from history, and a law of the biological world.

Why is fate playing such a cruel trick on me?

"Hey!" Wanrong patted my shoulder, her smile radiant. "I didn't expect someone your age to still enjoy watching this..."

I turned around and saw the Mulan missiles being launched on the screen.

"Not bad! You're still a child at heart..." A-Quan pushed Wanrong upstairs from behind, making a face at me. "Let's hurry up and go up!" Even

after they went up, my heart was still racing.

Watching the beautiful actress on the screen grabbing those two men's penises and licking them with both hands, I felt nothing.

About five or six minutes later, the sounds from upstairs suddenly disappeared.

The beautiful actress's moans now sounded incredibly grating.

I started to feel restless, wondering what they were doing.

So I got up and tiptoed upstairs. Once I got to the second floor, I heard something clattering in the kitchen, making sounds so faint that they couldn't be heard on the first floor.

I figured they were definitely in the kitchen.

So I pushed the kitchen door open a crack, wanting to see what they were doing and why they hadn't come down yet.

As I opened the door, I noticed Wanrong's skirt at my feet.
I started to understand what was going on.

Searching upwards along the tangled clothes, the scene that caught my eye was one I would never forget.

Wanrong lay naked on the kitchen table, her long legs hooked around A-Quan's neck in mid-air, her two pale arms inexplicably placed between her legs, as if caressing, or perhaps pinching something.

Following her raised legs, I saw A-Quan also naked, pressed against her, gripping her thighs, his hips thrusting rapidly, the impact waves transmitting from their point of contact, causing Wanrong's medium-sized breasts to sway back and forth. A-

Quan tilted his head back, his eyes slightly closed, his half-open lips constantly exhaling, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corners of his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly with each thrust, showing how much pleasure he was experiencing.

Wanrong wasn't lying still; her hands moved aimlessly, sometimes pressing against her breasts, sometimes caressing her genitals, as if Quan's thrusting couldn't fully satisfy her needs.

I don't know exactly when they started making love, but not long after I opened my peephole, Quan was almost at his limit. Then, he let out a scream, "Ugh!" and hurriedly pulled out his penis, which was almost uncontrollably ejaculating a stream of thick, white fluid onto Wanrong's lower abdomen, staining her breasts and abdomen with a strange sheen. Only

then did I notice that Wanrong's lower abdomen was very flat, very flat.
Quan cursed for a while, his words seemingly telling Wanrong that he wouldn't normally be so reckless, and that if she waited a few more days, he would bring her even greater pleasure.

But Wanrong didn't respond. At this moment, she showed none of the usual reserve and shyness I expected. Driven by her own pleasure, her hands began to move, grasping A-Quan's limp penis and anxiously rubbing it. Whenever A-Quan made the slightest movement, she would impatiently shove it into her vagina.

But no matter how much she caressed it, A-Quan's penis could only reach half its normal height when truly aroused, and despite her hungry manipulation, it could never become erect again.

It seemed utterly useless.

Seeing this, besides the shock of being struck by lightning, I also felt a damned voyeuristic excitement, like when I secretly watch porn.

I suddenly couldn't bear to continue watching, couldn't bear to see my goddess and Satan making love, couldn't bear to see her shameful, lustful display. This was completely beyond my imagination.

I gently closed the door, slowly got up, turned around, and walked downstairs, feeling utterly lost.

Stepping onto the stairs, the feeling was indescribable—a mixture of sadness and relief. Sadness that my beloved had become so unattainable, and relief because I was glad I hadn't truly fallen for her.

This was the disillusionment of unrequited love, but I didn't know why it was so brutal, plunging me into an abyss of despair. The person I loved had played such a cruel joke on me.

As I descended the stairs, the two men on the screen were ejaculating, and the female lead's moans sounded like they were for Wanrong.

Today was truly unlucky; I was forced to shatter two innocent "model vases" in a row.

I had no mood for it, and feeling too embarrassed to stay any longer, I left a message saying, "I'll go back and watch some adult films later," and left A-Quan's house alone.

Anyone who witnessed what A-Quan and Wanrong did would know the double meaning behind my "later," but as it turned out, they didn't understand.

That night, lying in bed, I miserably hid under the covers and cried my heart out.
"And then?" Wei asked me.

"What else could happen? After I found out about that, I deliberately distanced myself from her. Since we weren't very close friends, she didn't know I'd found out about what happened that day. That's how I lost even the one in trillions of hopes."

Wei listened intently, her eyes fixed on me.
I glanced at her, deeply touched by her thoughtfulness, then looked back at the ceiling and recounted the ending.

"But she broke up with Quan later. I heard from classmates that it was because Quan was impotent. Actually, I knew that a long time ago, but I could still correct my mistake. Quan wasn't impotent, he just wasn't very good at lasting."

I paused, considering whether to continue.
I finally mustered the courage to speak.

"Anyway, pretty girls are all like that. They're with whoever they like, and they break up with whoever they don't. They're all playing with guys' feelings. Who told them to be so pretty? Everyone wants them, right?"

After I finished speaking, I turned back to look at her.

She knew what I meant, but she showed no embarrassment whatsoever. She simply maintained her original posture for a moment, then spread her hands and lay back on the bed.

"Did you think I was playing with you?" Wei's words stung me.
"Isn't that how it is?" I replied naturally.
As soon as I finished speaking, I realized I'd messed up. Why was I so blunt? Why didn't I think before I said it? What an idiot!

Wei paused, then stared blankly at the ceiling, letting out a soft smile.

She didn't give me any clear answer.

The conversation ended there, and the atmosphere between us became incredibly tense. It was all my fault for being so impulsive.

To prevent the atmosphere from worsening, I spoke first.
"And what about you?"

"What about me?" She didn't look at me.

"What about your first love? For example, your first kiss, your first... your first time having sex..."

"Me?" She gave me a mysterious smile. "Do you want to know?"
"Of course!" I puffed out my chest.

So she slowly closed her eyes, sealing herself away in her memories…
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□■The girl’s past boy

She met him in high school. The naivety of that age, coupled with the oppressive pressure of college entrance exams, robbed many young women of their joy, forcing them into the cutthroat competition too early.

With her current grades and good looks, she was naturally a treasure to her parents and school. For her, her future was undoubtedly her first choice. Her only worry was the long wait before the college entrance exams.

Of course, with her excellent qualities, her classmates at the prestigious public school were both envious and jealous, yet unable to compete with her. Thus, their narrow-mindedness led to constant gossip and slander against her. But she didn't take it too seriously. She possessed an extraordinary mindset and unconventional thinking, giving her her own unique charm.

Compared to him, he seemed somewhat out of place. Both attended prestigious public schools, but his ranking was even higher than hers. Every year at the end of the school year, he had to anxiously pray for his success.

But he possessed ideals beyond those of his peers. He had dreams, he had passion, and he had a loyalty that most adults considered "good students" lacked. He refused to bow to unreasonable teacher-student relationships and had the courage to challenge the distorted school system, even though these were things that the teachers and bookworms under a corrupt system despised and scorned.

And so, these two people, whose personalities seemed to intersect somewhat, met and fell in love. She slowly discovered his sincere heart; she admired his love for society and his perception of people. Every move he made deeply attracted her. From him, she learned about friendship, love, and affection—things she had never experienced in her cold, impersonal environment.

She found herself falling in love with him.

One day, they went out together and spent the night in the misty mountains.
His embrace was warm, his strong arms offering her a sense of security. Wei, who had always been afraid of the dark, felt the gentleness of the night for the first time. She no longer had to weep for the darkness of a rainy night without power. Even though they were the only two people in the cabin, separated by the dark wilderness beyond the logs, occasionally punctuated by the howling of stray dogs and the eerie howling of the mountain wind, she felt no fear. That was because he was there.

Reluctantly, they parted, exhausted from the day.
She went into the bathroom. As the warm water flowed over her pale body, for some reason, the scalding water seemed to surge through her, gradually eroding her rationality. Even the guilt she usually felt when accidentally touching her genitals while bathing vanished; she only felt a burning heat.

Free from her usual unfounded guilt, driven by a strange consciousness, she gently and thoroughly washed her body, caressing her budding breasts, carefully rinsing her seemingly perpetually unclean genitals.

The lukewarm water grew even hotter.

She turned around and was shocked to find him standing outside the door, but she couldn't be angry, because she couldn't be.

He opened the door, walked over, and embraced her. His large, rough hands pressed against her back, his lips covered hers, his tongue circling her teeth.

A dizzying, almost suffocating sensation made her give up her last resistance. Mixed with his saliva and the wonderful feeling of contact, she let his passion enter her stomach.

His hands slid down her body, reaching her breasts, grasping her breasts that were swollen from his caresses.

"Ah...no..." she succumbed to the wonderful feeling of his grasp.
Whether he had experience or not, his other playful hand attacked downwards, pinching and skillfully playing with her swaying buttocks.

He slowly squatted down, his handsome face and the hand that had caressed her breasts moving to her slightly sparse triangle area.

Through her squinted eyes, she watched with heartache as the water splashed against his broad back, soaking the only clothes she wore.

Suddenly, he parted her tightly closed thighs with both hands, revealing the virgin's rosy, narrow slit. He then extended his index finger and rubbed it up and down along the slightly concave crevice.

"Ah...no...no..." she screamed inwardly in a daze, but contrary to her inner thoughts, she kept shaking her body, chasing the pleasure from his fingertips.

He forcefully inserted his index finger into the open petals, the pad of his finger stimulating her between the two wet labia, discovering that the tiny opening was secreting a large amount of slippery love fluid.

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