The Tragedy of My Girlfriend (Prologue, Part 1)

Word count: 3332 Preface I carried my last piece of luggage out of Unit 3, Building 7 of the Meteor Community and walked to the roadside. I knew that from this moment on, the nature of my relationship with Honghe had changed; we were no longer a couple. To be precise, our relationship had become that of strangers, at most familiar strangers. I hailed a taxi, told the driver my destination, and leaned back in the seat, unable to help but recall the events of the past few years. It felt like a dream, indescribable joy or sorrow. On one hand, I felt suddenly much lighter, but on the other hand, I felt lost and unsure of where to go. Lightened because I was finally no longer troubled by the conflicts between our families and the future mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship, and no longer bothered by the awkwardness caused by differences in personality and values. Sadly, I probably would never have the chance to ride this beautiful horse again! Time flashed before my eyes. It was during my junior year of university when I suddenly discovered a novel enthusiasts' organization called the Spring Full Literary Society. Speaking of this name, I should mention the founding president at the time. Otherwise, many readers might develop unhealthy thoughts. The literary society's name actually comes from an old Spring Festival couplet: "Heaven adds years, man adds longevity; Spring fills the universe, blessings fill the door," with the horizontal scroll reading "Happy Spring Festival." That's how the name "Spring Full of Literature Society" came about. But then a thought suddenly crossed my mind: did the founding president really name it after this couplet, or was he a fan of the "Four Courtyard Houses" (a group of literary figures) and came up with this name, then used this couplet to cover it up? If so, there's a lot more to reflect on and ponder about the past few years. That's where I met Hong. She was a year ahead of me, my senior. When a classmate introduced me to the literary society, I browsed its history and activities, and more importantly, I carefully admired the beautiful members. Wow, when I saw Hong's photo, I was slightly stunned. Perhaps at that moment, I already felt a sense of closeness to this club, to be close to beautiful girls. Plus, I've always been interested in literature, so it was only natural that I became a member, and that's how my life in the club began. For the first six months or so, I basically just drifted along, not writing anything, just participating in outings and dinners. Back then, the beautiful Hong had a rich and handsome boyfriend. Speaking of which, every time I saw him holding her, I drooled. Pretty girls always get to be played with by the rich and handsome guys first; for the average guy, getting a piece of the pie is like getting a drink of soup. Whenever I see all those sullen comments from those average guys online, I can't help but think, no wonder. After all, there are only so many pretty girls; compared to the sea of average guys, even secondhand soup isn't enough to go around. Tsk tsk... Just like the most probable events in this society, after playing around for a year and a half, the rich and handsome guy got tired of the cute senior sister and was abandoned. The cute senior sister had to face this painful reality and cried every day at the club's activity location. And I took over... During the days of taking over the senior sister, I was still struggling with the obscure and difficult professional courses, while the senior sister, who had partially recovered, was already doing an internship outside. At school, there is always plenty of time for us to squander, especially in a corner of the campus, in a corner of the library. It was in these places that I experienced the rich and handsome guy's superb methods... (I) In the process of flirting with Hong, from ambiguity to establishing a relationship, and then from sweet talk to physical contact, we gradually developed a sexual relationship. On the roadside at night, long weeping willows drooped thousands of ribbons, and thousands of branches obscured the light and shadow of the stone benches by the roadside. Coupled with the dim streetlights, this ambiguous environment made way for many couples to have an affair, including the two of us. After she returned from her internship and finished dinner, we would always tacitly hide on a stone bench by the roadside and start moaning. Until one day, I felt a slippery patch on her chest. I was instantly furious, but because of my gentle nature, I didn't show it, but an image kept replaying in my mind. A tall and rude man stood in front of her, slapping his large, dark penis against her smooth cheeks, even forcing her to open her mouth, occasionally shoving his penis into her mouth and contemptuously stirring it a few times. This dark guy would even press my dear darling's head down hard against his crotch from time to time, and my dear darling would grunt, and even roll her eyes a few times. Finally, the large penis ejaculated a cloud of white fluid, half of it shooting into her mouth, and the other half scattering on my darling's breasts, which were white and tender enough to blind any little pervert, leaving them covered in white fluid. Thinking about all this, what surged within me wasn't just anger, but also a strange, perverse thrill. That moment, this perverse thrill, like an electric current, directly controlled my right hand, causing me to pinch her nipple hard with two fingers. Just before that instant, I clearly felt her tremble. Her eyes then turned to me, looking at me with a hint of guilt and unease. In that instant, my previously hard and fiery penis ejaculated, once again spraying onto her beautiful breasts. Afterwards, I held her, looking at the dim streetlights and telephone poles, feeling like I had a thousand questions to ask her, but I couldn't utter a single word. She sat beside me, sobbing, without saying a word. We stayed like that until 10:30, as the rows of dormitory windows went from bright to dark. Looking at her beautiful face, I also felt the smoothness of her breasts. This scene once again aroused me. I felt my blood surge and I used my penis like a wild beast. I tore open her panties under her skirt and threw them several meters away. I pressed her onto the stone bench and thrust hard into her upturned buttocks. After about ten thrusts, I ejaculated. The semen that shot out carried away my anger, and I gradually calmed down. Looking into her eyes, I helped her zip up her shirt and asked her in a hoarse voice what had happened. Hong sobbed and recounted the situation in fits and starts. Half a month ago, on her first day at her internship company, the vice president of sales had his eye on her. I had met the vice president of the company where she was interning when I picked up my girlfriend. He was a tall, burly man with one-quarter South African ancestry. Under these circumstances, within the territory of such a beast, how could Hong possibly escape his clutches? Finally, one day while working overtime, this beast brought my lover, my sister, into his office, made her close the door, and draw the curtains. At that time, my sister, who had only experienced simple romantic love, could never have imagined that the moment she drew the curtains, this vice president would unbuckle his belt and release a black penis. While Hong sat on the sofa opposite the long solid wood desk, the vice president casually chatted with her about work, then told her to look at a spreadsheet and check why the data was incorrect. But when my beloved Hong went over, what she saw wasn't a spreadsheet or data, but a black penis pointing upwards and pornographic images displayed on the screen. Hong was stunned, and before she could react, the vice president grabbed her and pressed her onto his lap, covering her mouth. Hong's soft moans couldn't penetrate the heavy solid wood door. This wolfish vice president was clearly not a novice at this; after covering my darling's mouth, he threatened and bribed her, making her afraid to cry out for help. The girl struggled desperately to get off the beast, but how could her frail body push away its pincer-like claws? Naturally, the vice president succeeded. He pinned her hands behind her back with one hand, while with the other, he ripped open her panties and tore apart the thin panties she had specially worn for him that day, throwing them onto the sofa nearby. Then, with the same hand, he unhooked her bra and placed it directly in the drawer, locking it with a combination lock. Afterward, the vice president casually patted her bottom twice, saying, "If you don't behave now, you can leave." But how could the girl, wearing only a white shirt, dare to appear naked in the office area on her first few days at the company? After all, the company's white shirts were quite see-through under the lights. Thus, the girl's struggles became mere struggles, and her writhing body occasionally pressed against the vice president's burning penis. Every time the vice president's beastly hands roamed over the baby's delicate, white buttocks, the baby's body would twitch in waves. Soon, the vice president's dark fingers entered the baby's private parts, and after a few strokes, waves of fluid began to flow. This confirmed that the baby had succumbed, because her body was so sensitive; of course, perhaps it was also related to the fact that I teased her every day on the street but couldn't often have a satisfying encounter. And so, my aroused desire blossomed in the vice president's palm. With the thrusting of the vice president's fingers, the baby's lust began to erupt, and her resistance slowly faded along with her reason. At this moment, the director pulled the baby down, pressed her head directly between his legs, and then casually picked up the phone on the table, taking a picture of her swallowing...My darling, I vomited. With a few deep thrusts, the vice president directly slipped his hands under my darling's armpits, lifted her up, and after she stood up, he reached under her knees again, directly lifting my darling, positioning her pink private parts against the black bird flapping its wings in the sky. With a sudden release, my darling's face tightened, followed by a long moan, a sound that was both painful and itchy. And so, my darling's secret cave welcomed a new guest. And the one with the most surging energy. After that first time, there was a continuous stream of repetitions. If you count carefully, this beast has already used me three to five times more than I intended… To be continued. clt2014 Gold Coins +8 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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