She slept in someone else's bed behind her male accomplice's back.

I used to be a very innocent girl with a boyfriend I loved deeply. We had a secret tryst in high school, and from then on, I gave him my whole body and heart. Later, we went to university in different cities, more than three hours apart by train, meeting up every two or three months on average. We'd book rooms in small hotels near the university and kiss passionately. We were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, completely out of control. For students, monthly living expenses are limited, and each meeting cost a lot of money for travel, meals, and hotels. Even so, I still felt very happy, willing to eat less, not buy clothes or cosmetics, and save every penny. Distance doesn't create beauty, it creates infidelity. The pain of a long-distance relationship is perhaps the unfulfilled sexual desire! I slowly discovered he had changed a lot, always complaining that we spent too much money together. Although he often flirted with female students at school, I never thought he would actually betray our love. Perhaps it wasn't because I trusted him too much, but because I thought all girls were like me—innocent and yearning for love. I figured if they knew he had a girlfriend, they would naturally keep their distance. I often left messages on his social media profile and logged into his QQ account, chatting with his female college classmates in his tone, intentionally or unintentionally revealing that he had a girlfriend and warning them not to have any improper thoughts. However, some things are beyond control, and even generals in the field may disobey orders! Later, he changed his QQ password without telling me and created a new QQ account to flirt with girls. I suddenly realized that he was no longer the person who cared for me. He seemed to have changed, become a stranger. Then, at the beginning of the second semester, the thing I feared most finally happened. He moved in with a girl! And I only found out after we broke up. Ironic, isn't it? He told me on QQ to break up, saying it was for my own good, that he didn't want to hinder my happiness. I called him, but he didn't answer, saying he was afraid to. Would I eat you? Breakup is breakup! What's the big deal! You'll regret it later! The day after we broke up, I was chatting with one of his roommates, and quite casually, he told me that he'd been dating a girl before we broke up—a nursing student from a vocational school. I was stunned! He knew he'd let it slip and kept trying to comfort me, but that's when I realized I looked like an idiot to him! In just one week, I lost ten pounds. I couldn't eat anything. The thought of my man possibly on top of another woman made me want to vomit! Time heals all wounds. I want to go far away, leave this place, and start a new life somewhere deserted. Because I'm in a three-year vocational college, and he's in a four-year bachelor's program and preparing for graduate school. I want to go to Shanghai or even further after graduation and forget everything from the past. But life is like a big circle, going around and around until you return to the starting point. Less than a week after we separated, the other woman dumped him, and a month later, my devoted and soft-hearted friend and I reconciled. In June, I... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context). Because my job is very easy, working in tourism, I have weekends off every week. I often have tons of boring time. My boyfriend is a huge fan of playing DATA (a popular Japanese online game), and he goes to internet cafes almost every day to play. He rarely spends time with me, and because of my resentment, I've always felt he doesn't love me anymore. We dated for four years without ever arguing, but in the last six months, we've argued countless times, always because of that other woman. Actually, they haven't been in contact for six months, but I'm a sensitive woman. I hate her! The saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires," but for me, it was boredom that led to lustful desires. Once, while playing on QQ, browsing nearby people, a guy suddenly caught my eye. His username was "Brother Jian." His QQ profile said he was looking for a female companion for the weekend! Thinking about my own boring weekends, I was curious and added him. I thought he must be a lonely person, perhaps his wife worked in another city, making it a long-distance relationship. After a few casual chats, as I suspected, his wife worked in Wuhan, and they rarely saw each other. He was a director, quite busy with work, and didn't know how to pass the time on weekends. As we chatted, the conversation turned to relationships. He was in his thirties, quite mature, and he always managed to advise me on the confusion, conflict, pain, and struggles in my relationships. Gradually, I developed trust in him, and we agreed to meet on the weekend. The weather was beautiful that day; although it was winter, it felt warm and cozy. I was wearing a white... I wore a knitted sweater, a red trench coat over it, gray jeans, and sneakers before heading out. He picked me up in his car. My first impression of him was that he was quite sturdy, wearing glasses and giving off a scholarly vibe. He smiled slightly at me: "You look even younger than in the photos, but you're quite pretty, even prettier than in the pictures." I smiled back, because I'd heard that so many times before; people always asked if I was over 1 year old! Sitting in his car was comfortable; I soon started yawning repeatedly. As he drove, he asked, "How are you? Did you sleep well last night?" I said, "I played games all night and didn't sleep well. I didn't go to bed until 6 a.m. and woke up at 9 a.m., so I'm a little tired. Sorry for the fuss!" "Then come and rest at my place for a bit! I'll go out and buy you something to eat." "How could I possibly accept that!" He laughed: "What? You think I'm a bad guy?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay then!"After getting off the bus, he looked at me and paused for a moment, then said, "I didn't look closely! You're quite tall! I thought you were wearing heels!" I smiled shyly, "Not really! 165cm is average." We went to his hotel. He bought fast food and lots of snacks. We sat on the bed, eating and chatting while watching the new version of a talk show. Because the room was air-conditioned and hot, we took off our coats and sat on the bed watching TV. I felt the atmosphere was ambiguous, afraid of something happening, yet also wanting something to happen. I felt a strange itch, and images from adult films I'd seen before flashed through my mind. My aunt had just left, and I'd only been with my boyfriend for a little over a week. Now, alone in a room, my desire was suddenly aroused, and my eyes seemed a little glazed. Because when I was in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend, I often indulged in masturbation. At that moment, I don't know when it started, but I was caressing my breasts and waist with one hand, while the other pressed against my vulva, rubbing and rubbing... I was rubbing and rubbing softly as I did so. He seemed to notice my unusual behavior; I felt his breathing become heavy, he was panting heavily... My heart was pounding like a rabbit's. Suddenly, he rolled over and pressed down on me, our bodies tilting together little by little; slowly, I lay completely on the ground, my face flushed, our breathing rapid. He suddenly pounced on me, kissing me passionately, his tongue circling in my mouth, left and right, gently touching each of my teeth. I was instantly made to gasp and moan. We kissed and pushed off each other's clothes. He was very strong, with a long scar on his chest. I was tired of kissing him, so I started to explore downwards little by little. First, he kissed my neck, then kneaded my breasts hard with both hands. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body and couldn't help but moan. My panties were already soaked, and I wrapped my thighs around him, trying to wet his legs. He suddenly pounced on my breasts and kissed them passionately, his teeth gently biting my back and my nipples. They were so warm and wet. He grabbed my breasts and kissed them repeatedly, making me blush. A surge of heat rushed through my lower body... His penis trembled slightly. He frantically pulled off my panties, lifted my legs, and gently licked my clitoris and labia. An unprecedented tingling sensation spread throughout my body. Every time I made love with my boyfriend, he never kissed my genitals. He only made me give him oral sex before penetrating me directly. This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. His tongue licked me, sending shivers of pleasure through my body, like an electric shock, causing me to constantly arch my back. This made him even happier. His penis slapped against my clitoris, rubbing against my vaginal opening. Suddenly, he thrust his penis forcefully into my vagina. I screamed "Ah!" in pain because his strength was so great; I felt an incredible, intense pleasure! Although his penis wasn't as thick as my boyfriend's, it was very long. Each time, he thrust in hard, seemingly reaching my cervix. I felt both pain and strange pleasure, and the sensation grew increasingly comfortable. I kept moaning, "Ah~ Ah~..." I unconsciously touched my clitoris, thoroughly enjoying it. His hands weren't idle either; one arm encircled my waist, while the other vigorously kneaded my breasts. After about 10 minutes of fucking, he... He pulled out, flipped me over, and made me kneel on the bed with my buttocks raised. He rubbed the head of his penis against my vaginal opening, then slid it in again, thrusting hard, this time seemingly even deeper than the previous peak. Each of his penetrations gave me such intense pleasure that I moaned in rhythm with him, and he occasionally let out a low "Ah!" sound. Each thrust went deep into my flesh, and I couldn't take it anymore, shouting, "Ah~ Ahh, stop, no, no! I really can't take it anymore!" He slapped my buttocks with his hands, making "slap slap" sounds, and in less than two minutes, waves of heat flowed out from below, my whole body trembling unconsciously. He trembled all over, hugged me tightly, and ejaculated. I threw my head back and screamed "Ah—ah—", and then I couldn't move at all. After resting for a while, we both took showers and then made love twice more. I went home in the evening. I felt we shouldn't have had this kind of relationship, and afterwards I always avoided him. After watching "Pre-marital Trial Love," a line from Lang Lingqing deeply influenced me: "Remorse is the best way to maintain love." I should also discard this unhappy experience and cherish my own love. [The End]

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