The Little Fish's Secret Story (6) Darling, why don't you touch me?

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University is a melting pot, and also a mill. The melting pot is a kaleidoscope of colors, the mill a mill of grains and cereals.
Whether boy or girl, you enter as a thin sheet of white paper, and leave as a thick book. And he and I met in such a university, a place with its own food streets, bathhouses, basketball courts, blue skies, and that touch of gray, bitter memories.
He was four years older than me, a good student, a good leader, a good man, but times have changed, and being a good man is no longer enough.
There were many basketball games in university, and being tall, I was selected for the cheerleading team. I met him at a basketball game between two schools; he was the team leader and advisor for the opposing team, quite inconspicuous. Soon, the court was filled with the cheers of a bunch of girls. He must have seen me at that glance, not because I was pretty, but because I was shy. But my shyness wasn't because of him, but because I was attracted to his team's players—dark-skinned, tall, strong, and the way they sweated was quite attractive. As dusk approached, the clouds glowed crimson, and a warm evening breeze caressed the quiet streets. With the school bell ringing, the streets came alive again, couples strolling and dining. In the late afternoon, the entire "Degenerate Street" teemed with people. "Is the food bad? You seem preoccupied; can you tell me?" Countless times, in the roadside eatery, we'd chatted about nonsensical topics, one sentence after another. "The school arranged for me to stay on campus. Although I'm still living in the student dorms, I might be assigned to faculty housing later. Aren't you happy for me?" He looked at me excitedly. I had no concept of staying on campus, nor did I understand whether it was good or bad. "You know what? Our department only had one spot this year. My family finally had a college graduate, and now I can stay in Wuhan. You can stay in Wuhan too. You've found the right person, haven't you?" I stared at him blankly. Our reflections were mirrored in the glass of the small restaurant door. Was this the future I wanted? Night deepened, the streets grew quieter, and outside the school gates, couples strolled around, embracing each other, reluctant to part. Outside the small hotel at the end of the road, couples were still arguing and haggling over prices. He, engrossed in his plans, continued to paint a picture of the future. I mustered my courage, and in the gentle night breeze, took his arm, pressing my chest against his so he could feel my heartbeat. "Baby, sleep well tonight, don't play on your phone, go to bed early and get up early." Outside the dormitory building, his figure slowly disappeared into the distance, a pity for my good intentions. Lying in bed, looking at the empty bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Optics Valley Pedestrian Street was bustling with people. Eating, drinking, watching movies, strolling, cheap shops, luxury malls, girls, boys, the vibrant life—every weekend was lively. "This movie is the soul of Marvel Comics, do you know Marvel? Do you know Iron Man? Heroes save the world, isn't it amazing?" The dim light of the movie theater couldn't hide his excitement as he poured out his passion to me. "Let me tell you, I'm your hero. Good grades, hardworking, doesn't smoke or drink. I'll even come to your door to propose as soon as the school assigns me a dorm. Aren't you happy?" I stared at the middle-aged man on the screen, watching the young couples around us secretly whispering sweet nothings. Looking at him, it seemed he loved the man on the screen more. "Your roommates seem to have a good impression of me, right? They're all quite envious of you, aren't they?" The spicy hot pot on the table instantly lost its flavor. I looked at the man in front of me and immediately lost my appetite. A crescent moon emerged from the sunset. On the pedestrian street, couples embraced and kissed, snack shops bustled with customers, and hotels were filled with people. I held his arm, strolling back and forth, listening to him paint a picture of his world. "I'm a little tired, I want to rest for a while." I stared at him, not understanding what we'd been dating for six months. Did he need a lover or a friend? Or maybe it's just loneliness, needing someone to comfort me? "Baby, go to sleep early, I'm exhausted from shopping all day, we'll talk tomorrow." Still outside the dorm, his shadow gradually disappeared at the end of the road. I looked at myself in the mirror, at the empty dorm room. I've been so direct, darling, why won't you touch me? "Darling, where are you on your date? I have no food, so pitiful, I'm scared being alone." I teased my dear best friend on the phone. So many things, so many things, only my closest best friend can confide in. "Girl, didn't go on a date this weekend? Hurry, I have two handsome guys here, treating me to steak, haven't even started yet, come quick!" The phone location was sent as soon as I finished speaking. I stayed in my lonely dorm room, clutching my phone tightly, looking in the mirror. I changed into a dress, then a short skirt, looking at my long legs in the mirror, hesitated for a moment, then put on the dress. Then I took a car to the steakhouse. "Eat quickly, the department head is doing a building check today, I came specifically to catch you." I glared fiercely at my best friend; no wonder this woman was so enthusiastic. "Handsome guy"—a versatile adjective, used to describe everything from fifty-year-old oppas to eighteen-year-old lads. I glanced at the five or six shopping bags at my best friend's feet, then at the two young oppas opposite her, and gasped. My best friend noticed my strange look and kicked me hard. I quickly introduced myself with a smile, then watched the two oppas drooling as they chewed their steaks. I awkwardly finished the meal with them, then used my usual excuse to pull my best friend away. As we left, the two oppas lingered, calling me "brother" and subtly touching me. "You went on a date with a blockhead? Haha." My best friend teased me while trying on the clothes the oppas had given her. I threw my bag at them forcefully, but unfortunately, I missed. "Here, wear this. I'm actually meeting two handsome guys later. Anyway, your idiot won't touch you. Come have some fun with me." My best friend tossed me a miniskirt and a T-shirt. After changing, it completely shattered my innocent image. My heart raced as I applied lipstick, a fierce battle between good and bad. The small bar near the school wasn't as lively as the big bars by the river. Here, there were a few tables, a few bottles of beer, and some snacks. The curtains and wooden boards between the partitions couldn't block out the noisy laughter. The two handsome guys were my type: tall, dark-skinned, muscular, and witty. They were also very experienced. While playing dice, board games, and cards, they would intentionally or unintentionally tell dirty jokes and risqué stories, then pinch or touch you under the table when you weren't looking, just to tease you. Night fell, and the four or five couples at the table slowly left. My best friend hadn't returned from the restroom, and feeling utterly bored, the handsome guy across from me suddenly whispered in my ear, "Let me show you something good." He pulled me towards the backyard, through a dimly lit corridor, and we arrived at the backyard. It turned out there was another restroom behind the bar. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I heard faint moans coming from inside, a stark contrast to the quiet of the yard. "Guess which stall they're in?" I blushed instantly, immediately understanding what he meant. I forcefully shook off his hand; I knew I couldn't just go in like that. Seeing my lack of understanding, the handsome guy, when no one was around, suddenly bent down and scooped me up in his arms, pressing my lips tightly against hers. A wave of cigarette smoke assaulted my nostrils, making me extremely uncomfortable. Just as I was struggling to break free, I heard my best friend's low cry. He had carried me into the women's restroom, found her stall, pushed the door on the right, and when no one was around, carried me inside and closed the door.

Before my eyes, a large, dark-skinned man was kissing my cheek. In my ears, the muffled moans of my best friend next door rose and fell. The man's hands kneaded my breasts and buttocks forcefully. His strong body pressed me against the wall, and I felt something hard growing larger in my lower abdomen.
"Can I fuck your best friend?" As I closed my eyes to enjoy the man's tenderness, a strange question came from the next cubicle, startling me awake. The man on top of me suddenly became excited, pulled out his penis, forcefully pressed me down, squatted down, and inserted it into my mouth, beginning to thrust.
"No, she's my best friend, she has a boyfriend, you can't hurt her. Ah, ah." My best friend's man was very dissatisfied with her answer, and like punishing a student, the slapping sounds became crisp, and my best friend's moans became continuous. The man in front of me quickened his pace, and a hot, foul-smelling liquid almost spurted from my mouth. I covered my mouth tightly with both hands, afraid of coughing. My stomach cramped, but I held back from vomiting; white liquid seeped through my fingers and dripped onto the floor.
“Shouldn’t best friends enjoy themselves together? I’ll get my buddies to fuck you too, okay, you little slut?” My best friend’s boyfriend seemed to sense the movement from the doorway and started slapping her buttocks, verbally humiliating her. My dear best friend, already being penetrated, couldn’t speak.
“Don’t do it here, it’s too smelly, it’s dirty.” I clung to the man in front of me, my hands tightly gripping his hand as he pulled down my underwear, begging him not to fuck me here. I didn’t want to be humiliated like my best friend. He hesitated for a moment, and then the fighting stopped next door. I heard the rustling of clothes being put on. I didn’t dare breathe until my best friend and her boyfriend left.
“Come on, look at their battlefield.” I was rinsing the semen in my mouth at the sink when the man behind me pulled me to the stall where my best friend and her boyfriend were. There were a few crumpled pieces of paper scattered around, obvious water stains on the floor, and a few drops of milky white liquid still undissolved in the unwashed water in the drain. Even more surprisingly, there was a pair of my best friend’s underwear in the trash can. The phone call sent shivers down our spines.
"We're having a date outside, wait for us," the man said, quickly hanging up and kissing me again. This time, I lost the will to resist, letting him pull down my panties from under my skirt and stuff them into his pocket. Then he lifted me up and placed me on the faucet. A cool sensation spread through my buttocks, followed immediately by a hot penis entering my vagina. The contrast of hot and cold made me tremble. The bathroom was
unusually quiet in the late hour, except for his heavy breathing and the occasional sounds of his penis thrusting and expanding. I clung tightly to his neck, feeling his forceful thrusts head-on. My legs were numb; after each in-and-out motion, all I felt was the tension in my leg muscles.
When I reached orgasm, my vagina was incredibly wet and hot. I tried to clamp my penis between my legs, but I felt it shrinking. While I was at a loss, he lifted me down and turned me over. I was kneeling on the sink with my hands, and his hot rod thrust in from behind a few times. Slowly, my penis began to swell with each thrust. After several rounds of friction against my genitals, my legs started to go numb, and I felt all the hairs on my body stand on end. Goosebumps rose all over my body; the feeling was indescribable.
I silently turned to look at him. His serious expression was just like my boyfriend's; the two of us seemed to overlap. Actually, men are not that different from each other. It's just that some men's interests lie in their careers, while others' interests lie in women. I tried hard to imagine the man behind me as my boyfriend, hoping to give myself some comfort. But then, a surge of heat rushed into my uterus, and my thighs trembled. Another orgasm came.
We kissed passionately. My mind was only on the man in front of me; the good student, the good cadre, the good man had disappeared. And this man, imitating his brother, took out my underwear, smelled it forcefully, wiped my penis clean, and threw it in the trash can. My vaginal fluid had already flowed all over the floor.

I'm sorry, darling, I was wrong.
But, darling, why won't you touch me?

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