[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - Episode 16 (End)

Chapter 74

Lately, two things happened at school that were the only things I could talk about before graduation.

I don't know if it was because of some romantic entanglement or something else, but I suddenly became very popular with girls. First, there was the daytime junior who shared a classroom with me, and then there were the female classmates after school.

Let me tell you about the daytime junior first. Since I was in the night school, the school separated boys and girls into classes, and I usually arrived at school very late. Therefore, I had no chance to meet girls from other classes, let alone the juniors in my own classroom during the day, and I had no interest in meeting them.

But one day when I arrived at school, I unexpectedly found a neatly folded letter in my drawer. Curious, I took it out to check if any of my classmates' names were written on it, and to my surprise, I found my own name on it, in very neat handwriting.

I was startled, but quickly realized that someone in my class might be playing a prank on me. So I sighed and looked around, but didn't see anyone paying attention to me… Maybe they were hiding and observing me… That's what I really thought at the time, and I mentally prepared myself for all sorts of possible pranks.

Unfolding the beautifully folded letter, I saw the girl's neat, pretty handwriting. It mainly said something like, "Hello, senior," mentioning that although we were in the same classroom, we'd never actually met or talked. It also mentioned that she'd stayed after school to see me once before—basically, a greeting.

At the time, I thought my mischievous friends were getting increasingly skilled at pranks, even using their charms. I wondered where they found such a well-written girl to write this letter, so I decided to play along.

But to my surprise, not a single one of them started playing a prank on me until school was about to end. This started to seem very strange, because even if their prank skills had improved, I didn't think they could suddenly become so adept at it that they could sustain it for so long. So I decided to ask them.

When I asked if they were planning a prank, they all looked completely bewildered, utterly confused about what I was talking about. Looking at their eyes, I realized that either they were genuinely innocent, or their feigned innocence was so convincing it could win an Oscar.

Could it be... that I'll actually receive a love letter from a girl other than Wenwen?!

So I pulled out the letter in front of my friends, and immediately, gasps of astonishment echoed through the classroom: "Impossible! You actually received a love letter!"

After everyone had read it, they exclaimed even more dramatically, "The girl likes you!"

Suddenly, these mischievous friends turned into hindsight experts, offering advice and launching into a battle plan.

Finally, they came to the conclusion that I should go home and write a sincere, polite, and cheerful reply, then come to school early the next day to meet the girl in person and hand her the reply. These smug, drooling strategists unanimously agreed to come and support me... Of course, I don't need to bother with that... I appreciate it... When

I got home, Wenwen was still awake. She always waits until I get home before going to sleep, so she went to the living room door to check on me.

I was a little nervous because I didn't dare tell her about the letter, afraid she'd suddenly get jealous and angry. I could only try to act like nothing was wrong.

But the more I pretended, the more guilty I felt, sensing she had already noticed some clues…

I went into the bathroom to shower, while Wenwen, seeing I hadn't broken any limbs or anything, had already gone back to her room to sleep, relieved. After showering, I returned to my room, locked the door, and secretly started writing a reply to her in the next room.

It was so exciting! So this is what having an affair feels like; I finally understood.

To be honest, I didn't write anything shady, just a simple introduction of myself and asking about her interests, hoping to build a bridge of friendship. But unexpectedly, I ended up writing until after 2 a.m. I

spent several hours writing the short letter, carefully folding it, and then tried to sleep with a nervous heart, but couldn't, always afraid it wasn't good enough or something.

The next day, I wanted to go to school early, but I got nervous. I just kept thinking I couldn't let Wenwen down, so I deliberately arrived at school very late.

When I got to the classroom, as expected, the group of guys started scolding me, saying that the girl had actually stayed to wait for me until after 5 pm, and that she was quite cute, and that I didn't appreciate the opportunity. I was genuinely surprised because the girl had stayed to wait for me. I was initially touched, but then I suddenly thought of Wenwen and retorted that it was just a letter, and it didn't matter if we didn't meet in person. I could leave it in my drawer after class, and she would receive it tomorrow morning. We could wait until we got to know each other better, and if she really wanted to meet, we could discuss it later.

That's what I was thinking, and I sat down, feeling a little guilty thinking about my beloved Wenwen, and started enjoying my dinner. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the classroom door, and then I was called out to be called out.

My heart skipped a beat, and sure enough, I heard the group of guys shout, "The junior is here to see you!"

I was genuinely startled, realizing that the junior was serious; she hadn't gone straight home, but had probably gone to have dinner and was now back to see me. Fellow male readers, you must be very envious and hope that a girl will treat you like that too. Honestly, I was terrified. My first thought was of Wenwen, and I realized that if that younger girl got involved, things would spiral out of control. So, very rationally, I put down my lunchbox and rushed out the back door of the classroom…

Yes, I chose to avoid that younger girl, completely avoiding any face-to-face contact, because I knew it would be dangerous if we met, and I might be unfaithful to Wenwen in the future. So I wandered aimlessly around the campus until the school bell rang for class before returning to the classroom.

Although I tried so hard to avoid that younger girl, fate still brought us together. On the playground, two girls walked towards me. One was wearing glasses and wiping away tears with a tissue, while the other was comforting her. I immediately knew she was that younger girl, probably feeling humiliated by my actions, which was why she was crying.

She saw me, but she didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say either, and feeling very sorry for her, I ran past her without even looking back. I just went back to the classroom to accept my friends' scolding, and left her the letter after school, along with another letter of apology.

The next evening, when I went to class, the junior student still wrote back, saying she had cried all night in her room and asking if I didn't want to see her. At that moment, I felt incredibly pathetic for making a girl cry. Although it was because I was afraid to betray Wenwen, my rejection was still very immature.

So I wrote her a proper letter, explaining that I already had a girl I liked and we were married, and wishing her happiness and that she would find a better man. Only then did the junior student stop writing to me or waiting for me after school.

Perhaps it was this incident that truly taught me to be mature and grow up like an adult…

The matter with the daytime junior student ended there, but a few days later, I encountered an incident with a female classmate after school, and the situation and atmosphere were quite dangerous, almost making me want to cheat.

Here's what happened: after school, I was riding my motorcycle home when I saw a female classmate being harassed by a thug on the other side of the street while waiting at a red light near the school.

I quickly realized I was being harassed because I had deliberately stayed behind when the light turned green to observe. I noticed their strange behavior and the girl's stiff, unfriendly smile confirmed it.

I was quite annoyed; not a single person helped her, not even someone from my own school—it was a complete lack of camaraderie. So, I spurred my motorcycle and rode up to her, stopping beside her. I then pretended to be very familiar with her and casually asked about her schoolwork, hoping to help her out of her predicament.

The girl was initially surprised by my appearance, but quickly realized I was there to help her. She ignored the thug and walked away chatting with me. The thug, being sensible, didn't cause any more trouble and simply let us leave.

I noticed then that the girl was quite beautiful. Although she was never quite as pretty as Wenwen, she was still a real beauty with her glasses, which explained why the thug had bothered her.

After we were a distance away, we finally reached the bus stop. The girl thanked me, and I simply said it was nothing, since we were classmates. We fell into a slightly awkward silence and chatted briefly. I thought to myself, since I'd already done a good deed, I might as well finish by staying and chatting with her until she got on the bus, then I went home with her.

The next day was the weekend, so I didn't have class. I didn't think much of it until Monday evening after school. I had already forgotten about it, considering it just a minor incident, but unexpectedly, the girl waited for me in the school's motorcycle parking area and recognized me. She was a little nervous but had a big smile on her face, saying that she had been bothered by someone for the past few days and asked if I could help her, just stay and keep her company.

So, without thinking too much about it, I did another good deed and drove her to the bus stop outside the school, chatting easily with her the whole time. When we got home, I simply told Wenwen that I had stayed to help my classmate.

I spent those days with her after school, genuinely without any ulterior motives at first. But after a few days, our conversations became increasingly smooth and we got along very well. I started to feel a little threatened. I knew it was dangerous to continue, but I also began to cherish the happy chats with her after school, so I kept telling myself not to overthink it... But to be honest, I really liked the artistic temperament she exuded, a feeling that Wenwen, who wasn't good at studying, definitely didn't have.

That Thursday, after school, I spent nearly half an hour chatting with that girl while waiting for the bus. Finally, I happily went home and stepped through the door, only to find Wenwen sitting on the living room sofa watching TV, waiting for me, instead of being in her room.

Her expression was so cold that it sent chills down my spine, and I instinctively felt that something was about to happen.

"Do you know other girls?"

Sure enough, her first question hit the nail on the head, making it impossible for me to hide it.

I was puzzled. How did Wenwen, that strange cat, know that I stayed behind to protect the girls? No girls had called me, and I hadn't brought any girls' things home, so how did she find out? It seemed I really couldn't hide anything from my wife, so I had no choice but to honestly explain, "Last week, I saw a female classmate being harassed by some thugs after school. I happened to be passing by and pretended to be her boyfriend to help her. These past few days, I've stayed with her until she's safely on the bus, which is why I'm half an hour late getting home."

"You've been staying behind like this for a whole week?"

I nodded in agreement.

"...Brother, you must like her a little, right?"

Wenwen suddenly blurted out, making my heart almost stop. I genuinely do like her artistic temperament, but I could only nervously and guiltily reply, "No, that's not true!"

After I finished speaking, Wenwen fell silent, just staring at me coldly, I wondered what she was thinking.

I was sweating profusely, trying to force a smile, hoping Judge Wenwen would be lenient with this guilty criminal. But thankfully, after I honestly admitted I'd been with a girl, Wenwen didn't get angry or say anything. She simply said it was too late and she was going back to her room to sleep, leaving me standing alone in the living room, grinning foolishly, before leaving. Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin real-life sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and protruding, irresistible! Click to enter.

I have no doubt that her reaction means something is bound to happen; I know her too well… The only questions are: What is it? When will it happen? That's all...

Sure enough, the next evening "something happened," even faster than I expected...

After school, I accompanied that female classmate as we left the campus to get her bike, but in front of the crowded school gate, I suddenly saw a beautiful girl standing there. At first, I didn't pay much attention, nor did I look closely, until she called my name loudly, and I finally looked up to examine her properly...

It was Wenwen!!

My eyes widened; I hadn't expected her to appear at the school gate, wearing a beautiful pink and white girly dress and light makeup. She was indeed very beautiful then, but I was even more surprised by her presence now.

Wenwen spotted me first in the crowded after-school flow, then smiled and walked towards me. My female classmate looked at Wenwen somewhat bewildered, but remained silent, undoubtedly trying to remain calm and collected. When Wenwen finally stood before me, I slowly recovered from my shock: "...What are you doing here?"

"I came to walk you home,"

Wenwen said cheerfully and easily, then tightly took my arm.

The female classmate looked at Wenwen, who was clinging to me so intimately, and then decided to ask me, "Who is she?"

I hesitated, unsure how to answer, but Wenwen spoke first: "I'm his girlfriend. I came to see him tonight. We live together, so we're going home together."

Wenwen's boldness was completely unexpected, leaving me embarrassed and unsure how to face the female classmate. I could only continue to smile.

This girl was here to assert her dominance; she was fierce and bold, something I never knew before, and now I was completely unable to resist. After all, she was usually so docile and obedient, like a kitten, but now, with the slightest suspicion of infidelity, she acted as boldly as a wild leopard. Indeed, we are felines, sharing the same bloodline and territoriality. I no longer doubted...

The female classmate just looked at Wenwen, awkwardly pushed up her glasses, nodded in greeting, and then smiled in response.

Suddenly, I saw Cupid, the little angel who had been fluttering and circling around us for the past week, ready to shoot an arrow, had flown away...

Walking on the street and waiting for the bus, Wenwen and that female classmate chatted and smiled at each other, completely absorbed in their own world, forgetting me in the depths of their memories. Finally, after the female classmate awkwardly boarded the bus, I went with Wenwen to get the motorcycle home. But on the way home, Wenwen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, hugging me and leaning against my back, then regaining her usual gentleness, asking, "Brother, are you unhappy?"

Even if I was very unhappy, could I say it? If I said I'd be unhappy, I'd have to face even more terrifying consequences, so of course I said, "No way..."

Honestly, I really wasn't unhappy, just a little disappointed, as if I'd given up something that would be very important to me in the future...

"If you're worried, it's okay to go protect that girl again tomorrow night. She needs a guy with her for a while so she won't get harassed again," Wenwen said to me, relieved and reassured. "It's just... she probably won't talk to you anymore..."

I could only smile bitterly.

Sure enough, the next evening after school, when I was about to go protect her again, that girl smiled and told me it was okay, that the thug had stopped bothering her, and I didn't need to stay an extra half hour just for her; I should go home and be with my girlfriend... Although she sounded sincere, I still felt that last sentence was very hurtful.

Sigh...

Although neither of us said it outright,

this is truly youth...

Chapter 75

That weekend night, after that female classmate explicitly stated that she no longer needed me to protect her, she returned home. Wenwen also came out of her room to check if I was alright, but the difference was that she walked towards me with a sly smile and deliberately said, "Brother, you're home so early today..."

It wasn't actually that early; I got home at 11:30 as usual, so Wenwen's intentions were obvious. But faced with her teasing, I could only laugh and jokingly reply, "I've been dumped."

"You seem really reluctant, brother."

"I am a little reluctant."

I was only half-joking, thinking Wenwen would understand, but suddenly her smile vanished, and her voice turned sour: "I knew you liked that girl too… then go after her, brother!"

Good heavens, this little girl took my joke seriously! I quickly clarified, "No, I was just joking. Wenwen is still the best and prettiest."

Even though it sounded hypocritical, I still said a lot of nice things to coax her. Sure enough, women are naturally auditory creatures; it took me a while to coax Wenwen back to her smile. It also made me realize that Wenwen isn't the kind of girl you can joke with like that; it could really cause a family nuclear explosion. At least, I also know from this that she truly loves me, which is why she can't tolerate another woman appearing and trying to intrude into our lives.

Therefore, tonight's lovemaking left a particularly deep impression on me...

After showering, I went into Wenwen's room to go to sleep. I had just settled down beside her under the covers when Wenwen suddenly looked at me and said, "Brother, you said we're husband and wife now, and we can tell each other everything?"

I was a little taken aback by her sudden question, since I was always the one saying that to her, not the other way around.

"Yes."

"Then, brother, can you honestly tell me if you have any feelings for that woman?"

Her question sent a shiver down my spine, so I asked her, "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to know what you like about that girl so I can change my bad habits."

It was a trap, definitely a trap. That sentence confirmed to me that it was absolutely a trap, without a doubt, and that something bad would happen if I answered. But because of my inherent male weakness, I couldn't help but try to convince myself that she was serious, that she really wanted to change herself to please me, and so I found myself lost in a beautiful fantasy.

"Brother...tell me..."

Wenwen pressed her body against me coquettishly, pleading with a smile and promising she wouldn't be angry. She genuinely just wanted to know. Plus, her full breasts were pressed against my arm. Even though I knew it was all a trap, honestly, I still wanted to fall for it. So I couldn't resist the temptation and quickly succumbed, deciding to seduce her.

"...She's quite pretty, and delicate-looking..."

"Isn't she pretty and delicate-looking?"

Wenwen's words triggered the warning signs in my brain again. But after looking at her for a while, and seeing her still smiling expectantly for my answer, I had no choice but to flatter her and try to win her favor.

“I mean temperament. Everyone is born with a different temperament. You, Wenwen, have your own temperament that she doesn’t have.”

“So what kind of impression do you give me?”

“Wenwen is like a kitten. She’s usually obedient, well-behaved, and cute. She’s gentle and will act cute with me like this, and sometimes she’s very lively, not always lifeless.”

“Do you really hope I’m more delicate?” I nodded in response, and then Wenwen asked, “Do all guys like delicate girls?”

“Not all of them. Everyone likes different types of girls. But I think every guy still hopes that his girlfriend or wife can be beautiful, presentable in public, and good in the kitchen.”

Wenwen didn’t get angry even after saying this, so I became more and more convinced that she genuinely wanted to change herself, and I felt more and more at ease.

“I can’t cook yet. Do you hope I can learn to cook?”

“Sure, I really want to eat the dishes you cook, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to.”

I was serious. If I could eat the dishes cooked by my beloved wife, I would feel very happy, and I wouldn’t mind eating them for every meal. The problem is that she attends day and night school while I attend night school, so our schedules are completely different except on holidays, and I don't know when we can reunite.

Even so, that's what I meant literally, but Wenwen had a completely different, malicious interpretation and started to explode: "Anyway, what you mean is that I'm like a little wildcat! I'm not pretty or delicate enough! I can't cook, I can't even be in the kitchen or the living room! Right!?"

A trap! This was definitely a trap! The bomb had exploded! After interpreting all my responses as things she disliked, Wenwen started to lash out at me!

"No! I meant—"

I hurriedly tried to explain, but it was too late. Wenwen didn't give me any chance, quickly sitting up on the bed, grabbing the pillow she had just been lying on, and laughing and angry, she started hitting me to vent her anger, making popping sounds throughout the room. But although it was supposed to be hitting, it didn't feel very hard, and of course, it didn't hurt; it was just that the pillow made a loud noise when it hit me.

I sat up with a laugh and tried to block and deflect the pillow attacks with both hands. But Wenwen the Strange Cat was no ordinary woman. Seeing that her first move had missed, she immediately activated her Meow Meow Skill to deal with the formidable opponent. A warm sensation spread from her dantian throughout her body, followed by an endless, gentle, and powerful force filling her hands. At this moment, the soft pillow in her hands became as hard as an invincible iron shield forged from millennia of steel, thanks to the Meow Meow True Qi.

Seeing Wenwen the Strange Cat swing the iron pillow again, the Demon King Brother continued to deflect and parry with both hands, while chuckling coldly. He seemed to be handling the situation with ease, but in reality, he was inwardly groaning, lamenting that he had no time to circulate his true qi to unleash the Invincible King Divine Skill to protect himself and release his personal artifact, the "Pitch Black Vajra Staff," which seemed to possess its own desires, to deal with the formidable opponent.

After several more exchanges, seeing that her iron pillow attacks were ineffective and that her wicked brother, the Demon King, was still coldly smiling,

the strange cat Wenwen had no choice but to temporarily stop, gripping the iron pillow tightly and preparing to strike again. After a brief sneer, the Demon King looked at Wenwen and said, "Put down the pillow, now you're all right—" Before he could finish speaking, Wenwen swiftly swung the iron pillow again, launching another attack.

The attack was sudden, and the Demon King knew he was in trouble

. Just as he was about to raise his hand to defend, the iron pillow was already in front of him, turning into a black mass that completely obscured his vision. He was hit squarely in the face by Wenwen's pillow, and it actually hurt a little. While he instinctively covered his face with his hand, Wenwen mercilessly swung the pillow again. He could only smile and protect his head, letting her continue to punish him with the pillow.

"Anyway, I'm just a little wildcat! Fat, not cute, not pretty, and can't cook!"

"No! No! Stop hitting me! You'll get hurt if you keep

hitting me!" "How could a pillow cause any harm?"

"It will still hurt. What if you accidentally turn me into a vegetable or paralyzed from the waist down? What will you do about your happiness for the rest of your life?"

I was lying about the pain; she definitely knew that. But when Wenwen understood the lewd double entendre in my words, she continued to chase and hit me angrily, both angry and amused. So I could only grab her pillow to completely stop her attack. With the pillow in my hand, Wenwen laughed and tried to snatch it back, but she wasn't as strong as me and couldn't pull it. So after she pulled for a while, I simply took it all.

Suddenly deprived of her weapon, she could only glare at me with a mixture of laughter and anger: "Here's the pillow back!"

"I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death if I give it back..."

"I won't hit you anymore!"

Wenwen replied with a smile, but I could still see that she hated me to the core. At that moment, Wenwen's expression was really cute.

"I don't believe it... I'm afraid you'll hit me again..."

I genuinely didn't believe her and was afraid of her deep down, after all, we had just had a bad experience.

"Here's the pillow back! How can I sleep without a pillow?"

I shook my head and laughed in response. Helpless, Wenwen simply reached out and snatched the pillow I had just been lying on. I didn't have time to stop her and didn't expect it, but she took the pillow away. Sure enough

, Wenwen grabbed the pillow and continued to hit me while laughing and cursing. I laughed and used the pillow to block her attacks. That night, we gradually started playing the pillow fight game we used to play when we were little.

Wenwen was still just a fifteen-year-old girl at that time, and she was still very playful, so apart from games related to sex, she could play any game with me with great enthusiasm.

At first, she would hit me with the pillow, and I would be on the receiving end, trying my best to defend myself. To be honest, hitting someone with a pillow doesn't hurt at all, so sometimes I would deliberately let her hit me to please her. But even if it hurt, I would still let her hit me like that, because as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered. Besides letting her hit me, I would occasionally hit her back a few times, just to give her a sense of danger and excitement, of course, with the weakest touch so as not to really hurt her.

We laughed and played around on her bed, not caring that it was already one or two in the morning, only knowing that I wanted those joyful moments to last forever.

Looking at her happy smiling face, her cheeks flushed from the vigorous pillow fight, and her fragrant breath, I was once again deeply attracted to the beautiful girl in front of me. My soul began to burn, wanting to possess her, to own her, to tease her, even to enter her…

After being conquered by desire, I gripped the pillow tightly and impatiently pressed down on her body with strong aggression. Wenwen thought it was part of the pillow game and tried to resist, but she couldn't resist my strength and was pushed down on the bed with a shrill laugh.

My pillow was still pressing down on her lying body. Wenwen laughed and tried to push my pillow away to get up, but because I was pressing down on her, she couldn't move.

Then, as if I had decided to conquer a target, I laughed and excitedly pressed down on her. Wenwen was still laughing and trying to push me and the pillow away, but as soon as I pressed down on her, she started trying to squeeze her legs between hers. Only then did she realize my intention and stop laughing. Wenwen, who had been playing around, stopped resisting and lay flat, letting me and the pillow press down on her, simply looking back at me quietly.

After my legs squeezed between hers, I quickly spread them as wide as possible, then pressed my genitals against hers.

Of course, I hadn't taken off my pants or underwear yet, and Wenwen was still wearing hers, but my penis, just by pressing against her genitals, began to swell uncontrollably, not only pushing aside her underwear but also pressing against her vulva.

"Wenwen...can you feel it?"

Wenwen smiled and nodded, her cheeks flushed, indicating that she felt the change and pressure of my penis.

"Would you like to let my penis into your body?"

I formally made my request for sex, and Wenwen quickly nodded without resistance. I happily lowered my head and kissed her cheek and then her lips. Wenwen wrapped her arms around me and began to kiss me back, her natural fragrance surrounding me.

As I kissed her like that, my heart raced, and I grew increasingly aroused. I slowly raised my hand, pressing it against Wenwen's genitals, my hands on her panties, my fingers slowly probing inside, pulling down the crotch and towards her buttocks to expose her labia. All I had to do was put on a condom before entering her. While

kissing her, I glanced at the bedside table, looking for my wallet to get the condom, but it was nowhere to be seen. I usually kept my condom wallet on that bedside table, but for some reason, that night I had put it back in my room after showering, so the condom was still there.

I felt incredibly awkward because I had to go back to my room to get the condom, which would temporarily break the perfect atmosphere. But I had no choice; I didn't want her to get pregnant, so I obediently went back to my room.

Wenwen noticed my movement and opened her eyes to look at me. I told her, somewhat dejectedly, that I needed to go back to my room to get a condom. Wenwen responded with a shy smile, "My period just ended a few days ago..." "

My period?" she probably meant. Then I realized Wenwen meant I could go without a condom today. Hearing that, I couldn't deny it felt amazing. I don't really like condoms; they diminish my pleasure and prevent me from ejaculating inside Wenwen. So even after sex, I always felt like I'd missed something important.

I continued kissing her. Before, our kisses were always light, fleeting. But after watching some foreign films, I'd been wanting to experience a deep kiss. Knowing I could go without a condom today, and with the situation being right, I decided to try a deep kiss. We'd already had more intense sex before, so a deep kiss wouldn't be a big deal.

I went from light kisses to sucking on Wenwen's upper lip, sucking for a while, then releasing to lightly kiss again before sucking back up. Wenwen was a little surprised by my lip-sucking, so she stopped kissing me and just passively let me kiss and suck.

After kissing her lips for a while, I looked up at her. Wenwen seemed slightly surprised by my actions. Then I pressed my lips to hers again, slightly opening my mouth to cover her entire lips, letting my tongue explore her lips, as if asking her to open her mouth so I could insert my tongue.

Wenwen looked at me very closely and felt my tongue's movements. Knowing I wanted a deep kiss, she slowly opened her lips, indicating her willingness to let my tongue in.

Because it was our first deep kiss, I was both nervous and excited. When my tongue entered Wenwen's mouth, it first touched her teeth, then her equally soft and elastic tongue. Suddenly, a taste wafted from Wenwen's mouth. I remember clearly, it was the smell of milk; she always drank a cup of milk before bed.

I let my tongue skillfully touch Wenwen's tongue. At first, Wenwen didn't move, then she closed her eyes and slowly cooperated, letting her tongue intertwine with mine in her mouth.

Gradually, our saliva naturally mixed together, but since I was on top of her, it was mostly my saliva that flowed into her mouth along with my tongue. Wenwen didn't seem disgusted by the mixture of my saliva and hers; she would only occasionally close her lips quickly, suck on my tongue, and swallow, otherwise her mouth would be full of our saliva.

It had only been about ten minutes, and Wenwen seemed to have gotten used to and even enjoyed this deep kiss, her eyes closed as she sucked and entwined her tongue with mine. It seems the saying "girls like kissing, boys like making love" is indeed true. Perhaps for girls, kissing is more intimate and romantic than making love?

But unfortunately, I'm a boy, and deep kisses aren't the main course for me; they're just an aphrodisiac. So, as I accepted Wenwen's passionate kisses and tried to reciprocate, my desire burned even hotter, and I gradually thought only of possessing her completely, possessing her deeply.

Truly, apart from that first night when she was unconscious, and the first time I was awake and begged her to give me her birthday present, I had never felt such longing. So I felt it was time, so I quickly pulled my pants down to my thighs, then took off my underwear, freeing my erect penis, which naturally touched Wenwen's genitals.

Wenwen felt my pants coming down and the touch of my penis, and opened her eyes to look at me, stopping her passionate kissing and sucking. I ignored her; my mind was completely consumed by desire. I continued to move my tongue around in her mouth, and pulled the pillow off her, throwing it to the floor beside the bed.

I started to pull her t-shirt and pajamas upwards forcefully, haphazardly pulling it up to her neck and shoulders, and hurriedly pushing her bra up as well. Wenwen was still looking at me, but perhaps realizing that tonight, due to the passionate atmosphere of our kiss, I was completely controlled by lust, and my movements had become rough, that this time I would enter her forcefully and quickly, not gently and slowly, she began to show a slight fear and anxiety.

I should have done some foreplay first, but the atmosphere and feeling that night were just too good, so I decided to go inside her first and make love, trusting that Wenwen would understand.

Because of our height difference, we couldn't kiss before penetration, so I stopped kissing Wenwen, pulled away from her lips, and gently pressed my penis against her vaginal opening, searching for the location. Although her legs were open that night, they weren't bent over to touch my hand, so her vaginal opening wasn't as high as before, but I still easily found the indentation.

Once the head of my penis was firmly in place at the entrance of Wenwen's vagina, I released my grip on my penis, leaned against the bed, and pressed my body completely against Wenwen, my chest against her breasts, my knees and soles against the bed, preparing to thrust forward with force, pushing my penis deep into my beloved girl's body.

Wenwen continued to look at me, slightly fearful, then, as if completely surrendering herself, she tightly closed her eyes, enduring the pain, and wrapped her arms around my back, hugging me tightly.

I watched her close her eyes and hug me tightly again, then took a deep breath and forcefully thrust my legs upwards...

Instantly, Wenwen's brows furrowed, as if in pain, but my penis still smoothly entered Wenwen's wet and warm vagina, and we were once again one...

Chapter 76, Finale.

Someone once asked me why I always write tragic stories, and why my works always have a faint sense of melancholy.

To be honest, it's not that I want to be like this. I also hope to write articles full of joy and positivity, but I can't... I just can't...

The answer is simple: because my life is a tragedy, destined to have an unchangeable fate...

I don't like tragedies, I hate tragedies, and I don't even want to write tragedies at all. After all, tragedies usually only have despair and pain, without a glimmer of hope, and in the end, only pitch-black death remains. Although I know that what I write is therefore full of sorrow, I can't stop writing, because writing is my only escape route in life besides death, allowing me to imagine myself as happy and free, living in another utopia.

I can understand why Yasunari Kawabata, the Japanese Nobel laureate in Literature, would suddenly end his life in his study without leaving any last words after his fame reached its zenith following his award.

Yukio Mishima said that Kawabata's literary works are essentially morbid. I believe this, because the kind of writer one is prone to produce the kind of writing one produces, and it's difficult to hide it no matter what. Kind writers write kind works, writers with childlike hearts write children's books full of childlike joy, and the writing of sad and morbid writers inevitably begins to distort…

In every line of Kawabata's work, we can see a dreamlike, ethereal beauty, quite distant from the real world. This is the master's utopia, a non-existent fantasy world, the only place where his soul could escape.

But in the end, he still chose to abandon it all, shattering his utopia… Perhaps utopia, as the literal meaning suggests, never existed; the master simply understood this, which is why he no longer entered that world…

I believe no one in the world hates their own life; if possible, everyone hopes to live healthily, to live forever. Unless it's an unavoidable illness, a person must be certain that their death will be meaningful before they can bravely face it. But he was in the prime of his life, without pressing financial worries, without the torment of illness, and unlikely to have any significant impact on society or the nation after his death. To choose to leave without leaving any last words suggests he carried an unresolved knot in his heart, perhaps even the deepest sorrow.

We will never know what it was. He never confided in friends or family; the absence of a single last word indicates something unspeakable. And the more unspeakable something is, the deeper the torment and pain it brings, kept hidden in the heart. I once said in my 56th post: "People often say that doing bad things will lead to hell, but perhaps we don't have to wait for the afterlife's punishment, because the pain of living is a raging inferno, an eternal purgatory that never ends..."

I don't know what Kawabata Yasunari suffered for, but over the long years, he must have been extremely weary, which is why he chose death to escape.

Similarly, I have always been weary...

Now, only with Wenwen by my side do I feel the courage to live again. Only by holding her in my arms can I feel the value of life. I can't hide this from my parents forever; they'll find out sooner or later. I can't even imagine how they'll react, I can't even bear to think about their expressions.

Having feelings for my younger sister that most of society fears and forbids—perhaps you'll call me a pervert? If so, I'll never deny it, because only in this way can I feel the most authentic feeling of still deeply loving someone, of struggling to live even amidst the flames of hell.

About six months ago, when I honestly told my longtime friend, Haisa, this secret, I was genuinely afraid he would cut me off, even look at me with dirty eyes and hurt me. So I begged him not to hurt me, to tell him I was still me, the me he had known all these years, no different.

But Haisa didn't show any difference; he just quietly said, "There are no normal people in this world..."

Perhaps he's right, perhaps he's wrong. After all, most people in this society live according to common social norms; only Wenwen and I are different from them, stepping onto a forbidden path. To them, we must be wrong. But where do their norms come from? It's just a near-blind, desperate adherence to social norms—isn't that attitude equally abnormal?

After that deep kiss that night, before we made love, or when the atmosphere was just right, Wenwen would always laugh like a child and say, "I want a kiss!" She preferred kissing me to making love, but she didn't kiss passionately; she just gave light, fleeting kisses.

At home, unless it was just the two of us, we tried to act like strangers in front of others.

A few times, I took Wenwen to the movie theater with my friends. She always followed behind me silently, as if we were just ordinary siblings, and we rarely spoke. But in the dimly lit theater, when she sat beside me, I would always hold her hand tightly, cherishing that brief moment. My friends didn't notice, never knew, and didn't need to know.

Sometimes I feel very sad; it's impossible for Wenwen and me to be openly and honestly together in the future. Therefore, I often think of the lyrics: "Speechless before you, we share a cup of water." A deep affection flows from the depths of my heart. Regardless of injustice or fate, let's not speak of a butterfly dream. I'll return this life to you, this lifetime and this life, so we can fly together through countless lifetimes.

After graduating from school, Wenwen and I were quickly transferred to the military by the government. Unexpectedly, Wenwen was admitted to a girls' high school in Yonghe City.

Soon after joining the army, I was transferred with my unit to Hualien and Taitung to guard the coast. Thanks to the good officers who didn't make things difficult for us soldiers, it was quite easy. All I did all day was sit on the beach with my gun, facing the azure Pacific Ocean, as if my soul had been cleansed.

I often thought of Wenwen, and sitting on the beach, I wrote her letters home every day, expressing my longing for her and my love for her.

Every time I returned to Taipei for leave and saw Wenwen, I felt she had changed, become more composed, more mature and beautiful…

I always thought of the six months or so that Wenwen and I truly spent together, from the time she helped me with her own hands until I went to the military—truly the happiest time of my life.

Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm back in those warm times...

Back then, Wenwen was just a simple, clingy, and obedient little girl who was always willing to stay by my side. A few years later, she grew up and her heart became more and more like that of a mature woman.

I didn't tell Wenwen the date I was discharged from the army because I wanted to surprise her by going home alone. Unfortunately, she was out at a karaoke bar with her friends that day and didn't come home until late.

Because of my early-to-bed-early-as-you-go habit from the army, I was fast asleep by 11 pm. When Wenwen got home, she noticed someone had been in the house and carefully checked each room. She found someone sleeping in her dark room and, terrified, assumed a clumsy burglar had broken in and accidentally fallen asleep. She went to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and woke me up, probably intending to stab me in the thigh after confirming I was the burglar.

Thank goodness I woke up quickly, and she recognized my voice in the dark. Otherwise, if she had decided to stab me, she might have accidentally severed an artery and died.

But, well, death is death under the peony flower, so dying at Wenwen's hands is acceptable...

Back home, Wenwen wasn't as sweet to me as she was before the army. She had become very independent and strong, and didn't cling to me as much. I deeply felt her maturity; she was no longer just a child.

Staying at home, I wanted to rest for a while before starting to look for a job. Wenwen didn't pressure me to find one quickly, so I focused on thinking about the future. I thought about my future, about Wenwen's future, about our relationship, about our family.

But perhaps because I was too idle, my mood became increasingly melancholic, and I easily started to think the worst of things, which led to the explosion of this situation.

One day, Wenwen went to school, and as a stay-at-home dad, I was vacuuming her room when I saw a letter on the table. She had a habit of corresponding with friends since junior high school, and the handwriting on the envelopes was beautiful, like that of a well-educated and elegant girl, so I had always ignored it. But that day, because Wenwen had been very cold to me, I suddenly wanted to open the letter, and thus, I opened the door to purgatory...

Looking at the letter, I began to tremble. In my entire life, I had never been so close to purgatory, so close to the devil; I almost killed myself, almost killed someone else...

The Hunchback of the Opera is a tragedy born of love's torment. The eccentric man, knowing he lived in a living hell, was so close to heaven with his lover Christine by his side. But Christine secretly fell in love with another man, pushing him back into the deepest hell. To protect Christine, to keep her by his side forever, the eccentric man's once pure heart became completely ugly.

Yes, he began to kill for love, without any guilt, only the endless flames of sorrow in purgatory surrounding his soul.

Until the very end, he said, "Even if the flames of hell burn me, I still yearn for the light of heaven..."

Burn, hellfire, for me...

I never knew that when I was in the army, a male classmate from junior high school had been pursuing her. He was the one who wrote love letters to Wenwen and got scolded by me.

The letters were full of love for Wenwen, filled with vows of eternal love, and about how happy he was to go out with Wenwen that day, completely arousing all my sense of crisis.

I was in the army for more than two years and didn't spend time with Wenwen, especially since it was the most fun age for her, enough time for many things to happen. Perhaps Wenwen had already agreed to date him, perhaps she had already given herself to him, let that man into her body…

In any case, after seeing that letter, I couldn't forget it, and inexplicably began to worry, worried that Wenwen would eventually leave me and run into the arms of another man. So when Wenwen came home that night, I immediately questioned her. She was also angry that I had casually opened her letter, and we really had a fight because of it, definitely the worst one ever, falling into a cold war for several days, until finally we naturally started talking again, pretending nothing had happened.

Looking back now, it was really stupid. Although Wenwen was still willing to give herself to me, from that day on, I always suspected that her heart was wavering between me and that man, and hopelessly believed that this was the case. Every time I mentioned to Wenwen that she should stop corresponding with that boy, Wenwen just laughed and said I was overthinking it, and continued to correspond with him.

Love is blind, absolutely intolerant of even a grain of sand. I wanted to kill him, kill that man, and stop him from getting close to Wenwen again. But I couldn't. So, unable to bear it any longer, my heart was in turmoil. I was terrified that Wenwen would really leave me. At that time, I had no friends who knew my situation to confide in, and Wenwen didn't even notice my feelings or believe I wouldn't do anything foolish. So…

please don't laugh at my foolishness; love truly is blind. Plus, Wenwen and I were ultimately not socially acceptable because of our blood ties. At that time, I was truly desperate, believing that my relationship with Wenwen wasn't deep enough for her to stop corresponding with other boys, so her departure was only a matter of time.

After a month of terrible depression, around 4 PM, the postman delivered another letter—again from that boy. I impulsively swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, leaving no suicide note, only wanting to find a way out of this whole affair, this unusual love with Wenwen…

anyway, if I died, Wenwen could safely be in the arms of the man she loved, accepting society's blessings, without having to hide her relationship with me.

Anyway, the hunchback of the Opera ultimately sacrificed himself for his lover, disappearing into the darkness and never to be seen again, as if burned to ashes in hell...

Therefore, I advise everyone here: if you want to die, don't take sleeping pills. Saying it won't be painful is a lie and a misconception. First, the large amount of medication causes severe stomach pain, then your consciousness slowly becomes hazy. You know you're about to die, but you're not afraid because the pain in your stomach is intensifying, leaving you with no strength or time to be afraid.

What happens next is unclear; I only vaguely remember feeling intense pain, hearing Wenwen calling my name, and starting to vomit. Strange, bright hallucinations begin to appear, and it's very noisy around me. Finally, I know nothing more, entering an empty world where even darkness doesn't exist.

My next impression was of emptiness, a void that stretched on for what felt like an eternity—perhaps only a few minutes, yet also like centuries. I finally woke up in the intensive care unit, with several tubes connected to my stomach. The initial pain was excruciating…

I had initially intended to kill myself, but failed. There was no sense of rebirth as some people described. I simply stared at the ceiling, wondering where I was and what time it was.

I tried to get up, but I was too weak. My hands and feet were strapped to the bed, completely immobile, unable even to call out.

Soon after, a nurse noticed I was awake and notified the head nurse or the on-duty doctor. She came to my bedside, smiled, and, as if by telepathy, answered all my questions, asking, “You’re in the intensive care unit at XX Hospital. It’s 1 a.m. You’ve been asleep for almost a day. Why did you try to commit suicide?”

I couldn’t answer her because my mouth was full of tubes. I couldn’t even yell at her to stop nagging. So, I could only helplessly listen to her endless rambling about the preciousness of life and how suicide was the stupidest thing to do.

Then, the other nurses in the ICU, perhaps having nothing else to do, gradually joined in the well-intentioned battle of persuasion, launching a relentless barrage of questions at me. I could only helplessly endure their well-intentioned mental bombardment, tears welling in my eyes.

The nurses told me that they were afraid I might do something drastic again, so they had my hands and feet strapped to the bed. They said they would wait until the next morning when the doctor checked and decided it was safe to remove the feeding tube, and after a social worker or therapist spoke with me to confirm it was safe before untying me. During this time, I could only endure it, like a boar at a temple fair, sucking on an apple and being slaughtered.

Then the nurse said something that filled me with guilt and moved me deeply. I didn't know how to face Wenwen: "Your young and beautiful wife visited you twice yesterday, holding your hand and just crying. Even after time was up, she didn't want to go home, begging us to let her stay. You two have such a good relationship, how could you be so heartless as to let her, a woman, leave?"

Because visiting hours in the ICU are fixed, only twice a day, about half an hour each time, in the morning and evening, those few hours before Wenwen arrived were truly more terrifying than being bombarded by the nurses. I had absolutely no idea how to face Wenwen; I wanted to see her, yet I was afraid to.

Still feeling a bit groggy, I tried closing my eyes to sleep, and sure enough, I fell asleep quickly and slept soundly until dawn.

The next morning, around 8 a.m., the doctor finally arrived, and a nurse woke me up—not the one who had bombarded me with questions in the middle of the night, but the nurse on the early shift.

The doctor was a man. He did some tests and reviewed the reports, confirming that I could be detubbed, and then removed all the tubes from my mouth. He said that he was on duty in the emergency room that night and had given me emergency care; several doctors and nurses had come, performed gastric lavage and enemas, and it had taken several hours for my life to stabilize.

Of course, I had absolutely no recollection of this.

I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse and completely distorted. The doctor said it was because my throat was injured when he treated me, and asked me with the same concern why I wanted to commit suicide.

Because I had no idea how to talk about Wenwen, and I didn't dare to, I remained silent, and the doctor didn't press me further.

After the doctor left, I started to worry again, just looking out the window, completely unsure how to face Wenwen.

What was bound to happen, happened. When Wenwen entered the ward in her ICU gown, tears immediately welled up in her eyes, and she went to the bedside.

Looking at her sad and angry face, and her swollen eyes, she must have cried a lot. Just as I was about to say something, she slapped me.

"Why did you do this to me?!" she cried and yelled at me, "Is it because of the letters I wrote to him?"

Wenwen was indeed my sister, my wife, and my bedmate; as always, she got straight to the point with just one sentence.

I nodded decisively.

Wenwen lay on the bed, hugged me, and cried as she apologized, saying she didn't know I had been in so much pain and promised she would never contact that boy again.

Seeing Wenwen cry like that for me, I truly felt as if I had seen the light of heaven, finally able to take off my mask and stand inside to feel its radiance, no longer tormented by the fires of hell.

The nurse who was taking care of me also tactfully left the room and went to the corridor, allowing my husband and I to cry freely.

"You can't do this anymore, you know? That day, I kept thinking that if you really died, I would go with you!"

This is the deep love between Wenwen and me. Perhaps you can't feel it, but it completely assures me that she loves me deeply, and I will never doubt her loyalty again.

Wenwen kept holding me, crying and kissing me, repeatedly telling me not to do such foolish things again.

After Wenwen left, I calmed down a bit. The nurse then offered to turn on the TV on the wall so I could watch it to pass the time, and added, "Seeing how much your wife loves you, are you really willing to leave her alone and suffer, or really go with you?"

At noon, I still hadn't eaten anything. The doctor said my stomach needed a few days of rest, so I had to obediently go hungry for the time being. But after crying with Wenwen and hearing what she said, all my suicidal thoughts immediately disappeared. Instead, I felt even more foolish and realized I should try to live for her sake.

In the afternoon, a Buddhist monk came, probably from a social welfare organization. He smiled and asked me why I was so upset. I didn't answer, because I really didn't know how to answer that. So he continued to try to chat with me, trying to understand my difficulties and the reasons for my suicide attempt, but I remained calm. Eventually, I got annoyed and simply said I was fine, and asked if he could untie the hand and foot straps binding me.

"Then please tell me why you did this?"

It seemed this monk wasn't going to let me off the hook, and if I didn't give him a reason, he might keep me bound. I could only avoid telling him anything that violated social customs.

"Because... I always thought my wife was having an affair and was going to leave me."

The monk questioned me about this matter, asking several times to confirm that I wasn't lying. Monks are indeed compassionate and don't lie, so he immediately asked the nurse to untie my hand and foot straps, restoring my freedom. The monk then

asked if the misunderstanding had been cleared up, as if he wanted to solve it for me. I gratefully told her that the misunderstanding had been cleared up that morning. The nurse next to me also mentioned that Wenwen and I had hugged and cried that morning. The monk put his hands together and said with relief, "Amitabha..." and wished us a long and happy life together. He only came to see me once more after I was transferred to a regular ward, and then he didn't appear again.

Wenwen still came during visiting hours that evening, and she was smiling now, no longer crying. The doctor came to see me and said that if everything was fine during the night's observation, I would be transferred to a regular ward in the morning and discharged in a few days. During

those days in the regular ward, Wenwen slept with me in the hospital, even sleeping in my arms on the bed. This led to the funny mix-up when the nurses came to take my temperature and blood pressure at night. They didn't see clearly and just grabbed my hand from under the covers to take it, until Wenwen finally vaguely called out that it was her hand, and the nurses realized they had taken the wrong person's measurement.

Wenwen told me that when she got home that night, she saw me lying on the bed, convulsing in pain, my eyes rolling back. No matter how much she called me, I didn't respond, only groaning and moaning, which terrified her.

She saw the sleeping pills on the table and realized I had attempted suicide by overdose. She cried out in panic and, following what she had been taught in her nursing class, immediately helped me vomit, bringing up many half-dissolved pills. Then she quickly called an ambulance.

I completely lost consciousness in the ambulance, unable even to cry out. The ambulance crew was ready to provide emergency care at any moment. Wenwen cried so hard she couldn't make a sound, truly believing I was beyond saving. She could only shake me with her hands and hoarsely call my name, hoping I would regain consciousness.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the emergency room was immediately on high alert. I received VIP treatment; even several doctors and nurses who were passing by on their way home from the emergency room joined in the effort. Other patients who came to the emergency room that night had to wait in line, their problems being addressed later.

Wenwen stood beside me, crying, watching me completely unconscious, unsure if the doctors could save me, and uncertain about the future. She could only repeatedly pray to the gods to save me.

Fortunately, Wenwen had brought the remaining sleeping pills I had taken to the hospital. Although it had been a while, the doctors were still able to administer the correct and rapid treatment based on those pills.

Next, after confirming that my stomach and intestines were thoroughly cleaned and all other necessary treatments had been administered, and making sure I was alright, I told Wenwen, who had been worried sick, that I would be fine, and then took me to the intensive care unit to wait for me to wake up on my own…

After this ordeal, my relationship with Wenwen stabilized completely after returning home, and ordinary storms no longer disturbed us.

Some forum members kindly advised me to be careful when writing this, otherwise I might reveal too much information that would make me recognizable. I am very grateful for their concerned advice, but what do I have to fear after having already killed myself once?

Reveal my true identity? Then reveal it, but what can you do if I deny it? Can you find concrete evidence? Besides, can you be sure that this whole thing is true and not fake? Wouldn't revealing it just show your ignorance and shame?

I'm increasingly able to understand what Kindaichi said in the Kindaichi manga, during the Tragic Lake Murder Case, when facing Eiji Tono, who threatened to blow everyone up: "Mr. Itsuki, don't go over there, he might really mean it! Think about it, he once 'killed himself'!"

It doesn't matter if he hurts me, I've already stepped into the gates of death, I have no fear of death, but if Wenwen is hurt, I will definitely turn into a demon and bring the flames of hell to his side.

I'm no longer an ordinary person. After years of being tempered and burned, I've grown accustomed to the flames of hell. But you are just ordinary people who have never truly stepped into hell. Just read my experiences and that's enough. I don't believe you, who have always lived in heaven, can withstand it...

Anyway, because of this incident, after returning home, I quickly found a job doing external affairs. As long as I had a salary and something to do, that was fine. Otherwise, if you don't do anything, nothing good will happen.

After starting work, I found it really effective. Perhaps it was because my social circle expanded, and more and more friends knew about my relationship with Wenwen, so I stopped thinking the worst.

Then, there's not much to say about what happened next. What else do I need to say? After graduating from girls' high school, she inexplicably got into the philosophy department of a university in Waishuangxi, Taipei, reading all sorts of strange books about "I think, therefore I am," something I never imagined before. Perhaps Wenwen's poor grades and lack of academic ability in junior high school were all an act, an illusion that couldn't scare me.

Wenwen and I still live together. After graduating from university, she chose to work as a barista at a well-known coffee shop in an alley in Taipei, learning how to make coffee. I would drive her to and from work, or visit her there whenever I had free time, and we would have coffee together. I would also start writing a novel on my laptop, waiting for the day she was ready to open her own coffee shop so I could be by her side and support her as much as I could.

In terms of relationships, several men are still pursuing her, but she has rejected them all directly. She honestly tells me about it when she gets home, afraid that I might overthink things and end up doing something drastic, leaving her alone for another world.

Life with Wenwen has been peaceful, much like a normal married life, with no major changes. My parents moved from Southeast Asia to mainland China for a factory, and they still don't seem to care much about us, so life is very peaceful.

Regarding children, Wenwen now knows we can't have children because it's easy to have a child with a serious genetic disease. Therefore, we are considering adoption in the future. Otherwise, the child will definitely be as cute as Wenwen, and grow up to be as beautiful or handsome as her…

I keep thinking, what made me like this, driving me to such pain?

The master writer Yasunari Kawabata chose to leave, unable to bear the torment in his heart any longer, and no one was there to save him.

Perhaps it was fortunate that he could leave like this.

I am alive, but I can only feel the continuous accumulation of pain until I can no longer bear it, and the only way to escape is through writing.

Psychologists say that creation is the best way for humans to release mental stress, so I started writing to escape. But if I can no longer find peace in the illusory world of creation, if the fires of hell are about to burn me again, where can I escape to?

Must I kill myself again to entertain the readers?

Ruan Lingyu said it well when she ended her life: "Public opinion is a fearsome thing..." The masses are essentially group-oriented, incapable of thinking, the most ruthless, intolerant of explanation, and will not feel any guilt even if they drive others to their deaths.

I spit on this kind of society...

If Wenwen and I were dirty, then this nature of the masses is even more hopeless.

My thoughts are rebellious, my actions are rebellious, and this article even seems designed to incite people to rebel with me. In that sense, am I ultimately a social instability bomb?

Thank goodness, as far as social bombs go, compared to gangsters, murderers, or corrupt officials, I believe I'm still far down the list, very far down the list. So, those who want to criticize me should first consider why the crime rate in this society is so high, or why the elected politicians are all show-offs. Those are the things that urgently need someone to be held accountable for.

It's not that I enjoy whining, but if I don't keep whining a few times, I don't believe the general public reading this will discover this and want to seriously consider it.

As a reader once aptly commented, this whole story was never meant to end, because time keeps moving, and people are still alive. That's it, it should end now, because there's really nothing more to say. I've already condensed everything; the only drawback is that I've simplified a lot.

Let it be. Let's return to our peaceful lives, living in some unknown corner of society, feeling the faint light of heaven... Let it be...

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