After the breakup, I became your girlfriend (1-2)

Chapter 1

Sitting in the hard sleeper carriage heading north, I was still in a daze.

Just twelve hours ago, I officially broke up with my girlfriend of two years, who lived in another city. To show that our breakup was different from before, this time she only saw me off to the subway entrance. She turned away quickly and resolutely, without looking back.

Now, I stared at the pitch-black night view outside the window, completely devoid of thought.

Seven days ago, when she said "let's break up," my first sleepless night began.

I booked a flight for the next day, rushing to win back her, whom I cherished like a treasure, and this relationship that I considered a glory. So far, I haven't slept more than nine hours in the past seven days. At night, I wandered aimlessly through deserted streets, yet my legs felt no soreness. I ate very little each day. I felt like I had completely embodied all the elements of a failed romance in a drama. To be honest, I didn't feel tired at all. My mind was always blank, and my heart felt like it was entangled in piano strings, throbbing with pain every now and then. I finally understood that emotions can affect physical strength.

Now, sitting on the train, the ending had arrived swiftly and resolutely, irreversibly.

The reflection of the train police officer passing by in the glass suggested he'd passed me many times before. To avoid bothering those around me, I decided to lie down.

Lying on the berth, I still couldn't sleep. Based on my experience these past few days, I knew I'd eventually fall asleep—half an hour? Maybe a little longer today… When I woke up, it was a completely different world.

Before I even opened my eyes, I sensed something was wrong. There was no train swaying, no smell of laundry, and the space no longer felt so oppressive. A familiar scent of hair stirred my breath.

I jerked my eyes open, quickly sat up, and looked around.

This was… my dormitory. In the dim morning light, I made out my surroundings. Besides me, there were three other beds. Everyone seemed to be asleep. I looked down at myself, and a familiar nightgown caught my eye.

I was horrified. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small mirror on the bedside table. I picked it up tremblingly and looked at the person in the mirror.
It was my ex-girlfriend.

After a night's sleep, I had become my ex-girlfriend.

I didn't need to pinch my thigh to confirm, because the feeling from the surrounding environment at that moment was a reality that no dream could simulate, including the feeling of just waking up. It made me truly realize that my consciousness was in control of this body.

Like the jokes we used to tell in the dorm, waking up to find yourself turned into a woman, the first thing you do is give your buddies some fun.

I quickly found the first thing I needed to do.

Looking back now, I realize I was still stuck in a morbid state of mind due to the breakup.

I tiptoed down the ladder from the bed, turned on her computer—or rather, mine—plugged in my headphones, and logged onto QQ.

My ex-girlfriend's explanation for the breakup was that her family disapproved. In fact, some time before the breakup, I noticed some clues, such as the frequent visits from certain guys on her Renren (although it's now called Renren.com, we still called it Renren.com back then), her avatar immediately turning gray when I logged onto QQ, and her always showing as online when I was invisible, etc.

One night, I secretly logged into her QQ account and discovered that she had added a person I'd never seen before to her family group, someone called "Brother." In fact, she had changed the nicknames for several of her cousins to their real names, and this guy with the "Brother" nickname had only recently been moved to this group.

And that wasn't all. That same night, I received a message from this person after my girlfriend logged off: "Goodnight, baby."

It was followed by a few caring words reminding her to pay attention to the weather.

At this point, the truth was obvious.

When my attempts to win her back in N city were showing signs of failure, I confronted her about it. I questioned her, asking if this person was the reason she broke up with me.

My girlfriend vehemently denied it.

I then asked her about these messages.

Her explanation was that this person was indeed her suitor, but nothing had ever happened between them; they had never even met in person, only chatted. As for the affectionate nicknames, it was just him calling her that one-sidedly, and after several attempts to correct him failed, she just let him call her that. The reason for the breakup wasn't him, and she wouldn't be with him after the breakup.

I was speechless; after all, I was there to salvage the relationship, not to catch her cheating, so I left the topic at that.

However, I noticed that during the few days I was there, even when we were together, she frequently picked up her phone, seemingly chatting with someone else. I could only pretend not to see it.

The final result, as you can see, was failure.

So, in a near-hysterical state, even if this was a dream, my first reaction was still to check her chat history.

The messages were numerous, and as I read through them, a constant, agonizing pain gripped my heart. Although my ex-girlfriend's words hinted at ambiguity and affection, it seemed, as she said, that she hadn't agreed to anything with him. She mostly changed the subject when his blatant pursuit came across.

Yet, a bitter ache lingered in my heart.

For a moment, I was frozen in place, staring blankly at the screen, so much so that I didn't notice my ex-girlfriend's roommate waking up and getting out of bed.

"Oh, up so early chatting with him?"

My roommate's comment as she passed behind me startled me awake.

"Huh??

What??"

Still not used to my current situation, I thought I'd been caught peeking at the messages and instinctively panicked.

"Tch, don't pretend, it's that 'Brother Lu' of yours. Chatting day and night, I think you're doomed."
She said as she walked towards the bathroom.

I realized what she meant; she must be referring to my girlfriend and that guy's endless chatter. I casually replied, "Really..." She stopped, leaning on the back of my chair. "Still 'really'? Last time I asked you if you broke up with Xiao Xiang (my name) because of this Lu guy, and you said no. I could tell you weren't telling the truth then."

"No way..." "You say no," she said, her tone becoming more serious. "We've lived together for so long, don't I know you? If you ask me, a breakup is a breakup. Your Lu guy lives nearby, in the same city as you. I think he's more handsome than Xiao Xiang, and besides, your feelings for him are much stronger than when Xiao Xiang was pursuing you. From what I can see, you truly love this Lu guy."

Hearing my roommate's words, my already broken heart clenched a few more times.

Seeing that I didn't speak, my roommate went to the bathroom.

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard a QQ message notification in my earphones.

In the family chat group, the profile picture of that "brother" was flashing. That's when I realized my girlfriend had set him to be visible only when invisible.

I took a deep breath and opened the message.

"Why are you up so early? Are you feeling better?"

At that moment, I felt as if I could see the so-called "brother" through the screen, and my heart ached.

I scrolled through yesterday's chat history. After my girlfriend saw me off, she didn't talk to him much, just briefly explained the situation and wanted to go to sleep early. He seemed to know she wasn't in a good mood, so he offered a few words of comfort and ended the conversation.

My hands trembled as I gripped the keyboard, looking at his message wishing my girlfriend a good night's sleep. A feeling I couldn't tell was excitement or pain pounding in my heart, sending waves of bittersweet emotions coursing through my body.

"Much better," I wrote, rewriting the simple three words several times with trembling hands.

"That's good, everything is over." "Yeah." "Actually, I know you're still feeling bad, but some things can't be forced. It's better to resolve something than not."

Looking at his clichéd words of comfort, I could imagine him suppressing his joy at stealing someone else's girlfriend, forcing himself to put on an ugly act of showing off his charm for his girlfriend's sake. Suddenly, all those ambiguous messages, her roommate's words, and the impatience at our parting all rushed back to me. My hands trembled even more, and my brain burned red.
"I understand, thank you, brother. It's good that you're here right now." After sending that message, a crazy, vengeful thrill filled my body, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

"Don't worry, I'm always here, whenever you need me." Hmph, I could completely feel his momentary elation at seeing his prey take the bait.

"Thank you, brother." "You're welcome. I was just saying that taking you out to relax would make you feel much better. How about this weekend?"

Heh, he's already making his move.

I sneered inwardly.

"I'll think about it some more."

"Okay, let me know when you've decided. I'm free anytime."

I pushed away the keyboard and slumped into the chair, the emotions from earlier still soaking my body, leaving me feeling indescribably exhausted.
Just then, my roommate came out of the bathroom and saw me sitting there motionless. Curious, she walked over and asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Ah, ah," I still wasn't used to talking to her, "I'm fine." "

What's wrong? Did you have a fight?"

My roommate's words clearly indicated that she had already concluded that my girlfriend had fallen for someone else and was having an affair with this brother.

“No,” I said, still lingering on the aching pain in my heart, “He asked me out.”

“Then go ahead.”

“But…” I looked up and saw her waiting for my reply. A thought suddenly struck me; perhaps I could get some information from her.

“What ‘but’?”

“Nothing… Do you think I should go?”

“Why not?”

“Because… I’m not sure…” “I think you’re blinded by your own feelings. Remember what you told me last time? You thought he was special, and you couldn’t stop talking to him all day.

That time we went out, when you saw the XX bus, your first thought was that it went to his school. I knew you were obsessed then. I never saw you like this when you were dating Xiao Xiang.”
“No way! Did you take something from him? You’re always pushing me towards him.”

“Hehe, to be honest, he really did say he’d treat me to dinner.”

“Huh?”

"He contacted me a long time ago, asking me about you—what you like to eat, what your hobbies are. A few days ago, when Xiao Xiang came, he asked me to keep an eye on you, saying you've been emotionally unstable lately and need care.

Actually, both Xiao Xiang and him are good to you. You don't need to dwell on the breakup for too long. Just choose the one you like."

Hearing her words, I felt a pang of sadness again, muttering to myself, "Do I like him...?" She glanced at me: "Doesn't your breakup with Xiao Xiang prove anything?"

Those words were like a wedge, driving the pain into my heart even deeper.

My roommate went back to sleep after speaking, and I sat there blankly, my thoughts a jumble.

Perhaps because of the body swap, the feeling of emptiness I had felt earlier had vanished. My mind was no longer just filled with the lingering embers of the breakup; I started thinking about more substantial questions, like the ones I should have considered first.

Will I be his girlfriend forever, or is it temporary?

If it's temporary, is it only this morning, a day, or a week? I stroked the face I'd gazed at a thousand times, looking at the shallow indentations on the back of my hand and the rounded fingertips, the breasts unbound by a bra under her pajamas. As I cupped them in my hands, a flutter of emotion swept through me, for at that moment, I was both giver and receiver.

I was her.

I'd thought about the breakup countless times in the past seven days, chewing over the question of who was right and who was wrong until it was utterly worn out. Long chat logs, my roommate's words, flashing back incessantly, pierced my heart again. When I finally noticed the time, the sun was already high in the afternoon, and I sat there, soaked in aching pain.

The opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference.

Even after the heart-wrenching breakup, I still believed I loved her. And now, I was certain that my feelings for her, from the day we met, had always been there, only now they had turned into utter hatred.

I clicked on his QQ profile picture, my hands dry and calm: "Where shall we go this weekend?"

Chapter Two:

The salty sea breeze blew by, and the April sun already held a hint of warmth.

At this moment, I let Lu Wan—the so-called "Brother Lu"—hold my hand as we strolled along the beach. Ever since I leaned on his hand for support when we got out of the car, he hadn't let go. I couldn't help but think of how it had taken me half a year, from our first meeting, to hold hands with Chen Qian—my ex-girlfriend. This current situation, however, had only taken four months. That familiar, aching feeling, accompanied by a criminal-like thrill, flowed from my heart to my entire body again, even making my breathing slightly rapid.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Wan asked with concern.

"Nothing, nothing."

The thought that Lu Wan was about to break the record for holding hands made my heart feel like it was being boiled in sulfuric acid.

Perhaps he mistook the faint blush on my face for shyness, which made him feel smug.
April weather already carried a hint of summer, but the seawater wasn't quite warm enough for swimming, so I didn't change into my swimsuit. I was just wearing capri pants and a short-sleeved t-shirt. The sea breeze whipped around me, outlining the beautiful curves of my chest and the blurry lines of my bra. The hem of my shirt billowed like waves. In just ten minutes, Lu Wan's eyes glanced at my chest at least twenty times.

The beach wasn't crowded, so we strolled hand-in-hand, chatting.

This kind of tentative exploration and verbal traps, this transition from ambiguity to romance, was child's play for me. His hidden bait, his teasing, his jokes—everything seemed crystal clear to me. This guy's dating skills were so-so. I easily played along at the right moments, whether it was covering my mouth to laugh or feigning a pinch, effortlessly making him happy to the point of scratching his head.

"Here, I saw this last night,"

he said, handing me his phone.

"What is it?"

"Look, it's quite interesting."

I took the phone. It was a post, a collection of comments on certain topics. This one was about "What's it like to have a boyfriend with a really small penis?" It mostly contained playful descriptions of using toothpicks to poke a jar, but also some comments boasting about how well-endowed and skilled their boyfriends were.
"What are you showing me..." I pretended to blush, my voice laced with amusement.
"Hehe, don't you think it's interesting?"

Heh, what's interesting is the way they use it to tease me.

I pretended to be embarrassed but also increasingly curious, continuing to browse. This was clearly the best reaction he expected, so he leaned over to look with me.

When I saw the comment, "When I first saw my husband take off his pants, I knew he was the one for me," my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in my heart and asked shyly, "Is it really that amazing?"

"What's amazing?"

he asked knowingly.

"Oh, it's this comment."

I lightly tapped him, pointing to the comment.

"Haha, you'll see if it's that amazing once you try it."

"How can I try?"

Heh, isn't that what you wanted to hear?

"I can go through the trouble of taking off my pants to help you."

"Ugh!"

I got into a fighting stance and started chasing him, but he laughed and ran away.

"Want to try this?"

After strolling around for a while, he suddenly pointed to the bungee jumping platform not far away and asked me.

I knew the correct answer should be "yes," but to be honest, I had never done bungee jumping before. Although I'm not afraid of heights, this sport is indeed a bit thrilling, so I was a little apprehensive.

"I've never tried it before... isn't it dangerous?"

I said, biting my finger.

"No, no, I've never done it either. We're already here, let's try it, come on."

He said, pulling me over .

"Are you two jumping together?"

the staff asked.

Standing on the tall bungee tower, with the black seawater below, I couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"Yes, you can do tandem bungee jumping, right?"

Lu Wan replied.

"I think I'd better not... I'm a little scared..." I protested weakly.

The manager, seizing the opportunity to make a sale, enthusiastically promoted the idea: "Don't be afraid, little girl, it's not dangerous at all. Your boyfriend will be holding you, so you won't be scared."

I was about to correct him, saying he wasn't my boyfriend yet, when Lu Wan quickly interrupted, "That's right, don't be afraid, I'll protect you. Let's do it as a couple. Where do we pay?"

I playfully hit him, a protest against our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. The dizziness was gradually replaced by the guilt of betraying my girlfriend. The thrilling tremor was just like how terrified I was of bungee jumping.

"Come on, stand still so I can tie the straps,"

the manager instructed us to stand together.

He stood there with a wicked grin, waiting for me to throw myself into his arms. If I still didn't know what he was up to, I might as well jump right now.

I rolled my eyes at him, pressed myself against him, the rounded top of my breasts touching his chest. I felt his gaze burning.

"Alright, come on, move slowly to this side of the platform,"

the manager said, completing the final safety check and directing us to prepare to jump.

Standing on the edge, I started to panic again, my body trembling uncontrollably. Lu Wan seized the opportunity to wrap his arms around my slender waist, pressing my breasts against his chest.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here,"

he said breathlessly, his voice filled with desire.

Perhaps my consciousness was still that of my former self, but the sense of the world that this body had returned to was completely feminine. Just as a man would get an erection at the sight of large hips and breasts, I felt his hands on my waist burning hot like branding irons. Being held in his arms like this, I suddenly had a kind of confused and intoxicating illusion, mixed with painful memories of the past. This moment gave me immense sensory stimulation, especially when I thought that I, or rather my girlfriend, would lose far more than just an embrace. I felt like a noodle in boiling water. I sighed inwardly and rested my head on his neck.

Then, the world turned upside down.

The sudden, sharp fall was beyond my body's tolerance. I screamed, and Lu Wan roared wildly. Without thinking, my hands instinctively clung to him, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, pressing myself against him as close as possible.

Lu Wan clearly felt the allure of the soft body in his arms and pulled even tighter, his hands sliding restlessly downwards. I pretended not to notice, and with each twist of my body, I ground my breasts against his chest.

Suddenly, I felt something hard in my lower abdomen. A jolt went through me. This beast! He could still get an erection in such a dangerous situation! Because we were so close, and his pants were so loose, I could clearly feel the size and heat of that thing, and another shock ran through me.

This size was something I'd rarely seen in any of the public bathhouses I'd been to.

Thinking of the comment I'd just seen, "Taking off your pants means committing to a lifetime together," the last layer of my worries was released. Yes, if I'm going to sell my girlfriend, why not do it gracefully? I don't want my first time to be a caterpillar's.
The bungee cord had stopped bouncing, and we were hanging upside down between the sea and the sky. Only then did I slightly pull away, raise my head, and look at him with teary eyes: "You lied...you scared me to death..." He stared at me blankly, then suddenly kissed me, giving me no time to react.

However, I didn't need to consciously think; my body reacted honestly.

My brain froze, and I instinctively extended my soft tongue. In his ravenous, suffocating sucking, we slowly rose.

(To be continued)
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