【My College Girlfriend's Dramatic Changes in 28 Days】(19) Author: Souji Kuruma

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I walked out of my dormitory, wanting to clear my head. Wandering the streets of Beijing late at night, I couldn't help but
think of fragments of my past life. A voice kept shouting, "Don't think about it, don't think about it, let everything
start anew."

However, I once again walked to the entrance of that residential area. It felt like a black hole, always having
the power to suck me in. Not just a spatial black hole, but also a temporal one. Standing there
, I became the person I used to be, just like before, without any difference.

Just then, a hand suddenly covered my mouth, my hand was grabbed behind my back and I was pulled to a corner. I
struggled to break free, but found the other person incredibly strong, completely outmatched. I tried to find an opportunity to attack his vitals,
but he saw right through me, and I was firmly pinned against the wall from behind.

He pressed me against the wall: "Fuck your mother! I told you to take good care of Xiaoyuan, and you fucking
came back , are you even human?"

I was shocked. Scarface?

I pushed against the wall, my mouth trying to explain but being choked, unable to speak. He suddenly released me,
and as I turned to speak, I was punched in the face. I saw stars and fell to the ground, my face hot and numb, but I couldn't feel any
pain; I was almost dazed. I lay on the ground, but he kicked me twice more.

I felt nauseous, my mouth filled with the taste of blood. I thought he was going to hit me again, but he finally stopped and helped me
up. I felt a little strength returning, and raised my hand to hit him, but he grabbed my wrist firmly: "Still want to
fight back ?"

The shame of my defeat and the regret of losing Xiaoyuan these past few days mingled together, almost making me cry. My
mind was a mess, collapsing like a beach ravaged by a typhoon. He suddenly released me, and I
no the desire to fight back. All I could think about was not wanting to cry. I turned and leaned against the wall. "

Go ahead and hit me if you want." He patted me. "Turn over here."

Seeing I didn't react, he yelled again, "Turn over here!"

I didn't want to turn my head because the wall was solid, and leaning against it gave me a sense of stability. I thought he would get impatient and
kick me again, but he didn't. Instead, he handed me a cigarette. "Have a smoke."

I was a little surprised by his gesture of goodwill. I took the cigarette, and he even lit it for me. "I could
n't hold back my anger earlier, please forgive me. But you're fucking pathetic."

I sat on the ground, smoking, and nodded. "You're right."

He squatted down too. "I know about the group you guys ran into. My buddy in Qingdao told me
about you guys. You know… when I heard it, I really wanted to…"

How did he know? I can imagine my expression, eyes wide with astonishment:

"You know?"

"Yes, the guy you met, Zhang Xiangnan, is a celebrity in his circle. His
mistress , Yang something-or-other, is even more famous. I used to do that."

I continued, "So what do you know? "

Scarface went on to say that Zhang Xiangnan was a celebrity in the group sex circle, frequently organizing orgys.
Unlike Huang Zan and his group, Zhang Xiangnan mainly targeted upper-middle-class people, many of whom were considered celebrities. Of course, he charged a fee.
He was ostensibly a "pilot," but he had long since stopped flying and specialized in prostitution. He would select
promising young girls, train them into sex addicts, and then organize group sex parties for money. The more explicit and promiscuous the girl,
the higher the price—of course, the girl had to be clean. Yang Fei was both his first prey and his
best friend, the woman he had been with the longest.

I thought about it, and realized that's how it was. It was all a trap, a scheme. But if Xiao Yuan
hadn't cooperated, they wouldn't have succeeded. In other words, it was because she had potential. At least they weren't
so indiscriminate, they'd be careful, right...? Should I go save her? The key question is, do I even deserve to save her?

I said to Scarface, "Let's go have a drink, I'll tell you slowly."

I covered my face and led Scarface to a small restaurant near the school, ordered some Erguotou (a type
of
Chinese liquor), and sat down to drink. He downed a glass: "Damn, I've been on the run for so long, and this is the first time I've ever sat down to drink with someone. I didn't expect it to be you."

I pointed to my face: "And after you beat me up."

"That's because you're a coward."

"What do you want me to do? I couldn't stop her at all... I... she's been trained by you guys to be disobedient."

Scarface's expression stiffened: "Then you shouldn't have left her alone."

"I was tricked by them?"

"So what?" Scarface tapped my glass with his, "Why didn't you fight back?"

"I don't have your ability, nor your guts."

Scarface spat on the ground: "Bullshit, if you want to fight, you'll find a way."

I was speechless and could only drink by myself. Just as I was taking a sip of my drink, I thought I caught a glimpse of a figure that
looked a lot like Fei Qing. I paused for a moment, then rushed out the door to check, but I didn't see her. Was I seeing things?
How come it looked like her, and she was with another man? Had she been cuckolded too many times and gone a little crazy?

I rubbed my head. "What do you suggest we do?"

Scarface slammed his hand on the table. "I'm going all in anyway, I'll fight you back. But this time I
rescued , you can't just throw her off to some random bunch of bastards again!"

I shook my head. "No, I don't have the energy anymore. I saw the photos they took of Xiao Yuan today,
she seemed happy, happier than when she was with me. I think I shouldn't get involved... Maybe this is
the life Xiao Yuan should be living..."

"Bullshit!" Scarface glared at me. "Would you feel at ease if you were sold? Let me tell you, these guys
are selling women online right now. Someone like Xiao Yuan, at least two thousand per session, a monthly subscription is a hundred thousand, you know?
The video you saw wasn't anything else, it was an advertisement from these bastards!"

I was stunned. A monthly subscription? "They'd sell Xiaoyuan like a prostitute?"

I stammered, "Won't it be dangerous to sell her...?"

He slammed his hand on the table again, startling the boss. "Are you an idiot? With money,
you can sell anyone. Zhang Xiangnan and his gang sell women once or twice, that's enough for them, then they'll
sell some less-than-clean women for a high price. What are you thinking? Wanting your woman to be sold around in a brothel?"

His words really stung me. My palms felt hot, sweaty, and my body trembled.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or the excitement. But my initial burst of energy was quickly extinguished by Xiaoyuan's lewd behavior after I
left . She was genuinely happy; so what if she was sold? It was her choice.

"Let me think about it," I said, avoiding the topic and focusing on drinking.

Scarface said he could think about it, but he wanted me to make a decision immediately. He was on the run;
Beijing wasn't safe, there were too many police, and he needed to find a smaller place to stay. He was leaving tomorrow, and whether I went or not, he
wanted to put an end to this.

I asked which matter.

He said it was about Xiaoyuan. "If Xiaoyuan didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't care. But she does
, so I want to help her. My head's in my pocket; I could be recognized and go to jail at any moment.
I can't control her forever, otherwise, why would I let a coward like you get involved?"

His words were actually quite harsh, but I could only listen. I drank, still undecided—
or rather , I had almost decided not to go. If I didn't go, Scarface would probably go too; perhaps he was more suitable for Xiaoyuan.
There was a big dick, there was violence—that was probably what Xiaoyuan wanted.

I chatted with him, mostly as a listener. After he poured out his grievances, we'd drunk
quite a bit . I was also a little drunk, my head spinning. Then he remembered the important matter, grabbed my hand and said, "
Come with me tomorrow, there's a bus to Qingdao, we can get there in a day."

"When?"

"Noon, I'll wait for you at the gate at twelve. We can get there the next day."

"Okay..."

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Yes."

He smiled with some satisfaction, then downed a large glass in one gulp: "Damn, this trip wasn't a waste. I
'll wait for you at the gate tomorrow, don't you fucking chicken out again, okay? If you chicken out again, I won't care about you anymore."

I nodded: "Thanks, bro."

Scarface and I weren't going in the same direction. After finishing our drinks, he walked west, and I walked east back to my dorm.
Before
youwe parted a chance, and to give myself a chance! Don't you dare betray me!"

I nodded, turning away a little guiltily. A few steps later, he shouted again: "Kid! Don't stand me up
! I'm waiting for you!"

My heart pounded with anxiety, but I still said goodbye and walked away. Scarface was a man with a story; he
must have his own unresolved issues for doing this for us. But he couldn't let his unresolved issues hold my life hostage.
I definitely needed to think this through carefully. In fact, the thought of not going had already taken over.

I passed that neighborhood again on my way. But this time, I really had no desire to go. My head was spinning, and
I just wanted to go back to sleep. Should I go tomorrow? I'll decide when I wake up.

However, as I walked, I heard strange sounds coming from a corner. The strange sound I was referring to was…
the sound of a man and woman having sex. A woman was trying her best to suppress her moans, but the low, guttural groans only made them
more alluring. The man's thrusts were unusually forceful, a series of slapping sounds mixed with the splashing of fluid during intercourse.

I leaned against the corner of the wall and noticed that the couple wasn't far away, just about ten steps from me in a small park. Because
it was late at night, there were almost no people there, making it a perfect spot for sex. The girl was holding onto an
exercise machine used by the elderly for bending over, her back to the man, while he held her buttocks, enjoying himself immensely.

I pressed myself against the bushes and couldn't resist moving closer. Just then, the man spoke, and I heard
a very familiar voice!

Huang Zan!

"Damn... your pussy is really tight. I heard Brother Ma only got to do it once, what a shame...
but you're definitely not getting away today, haha."

Judging from the girl's short stature, she didn't seem like his girlfriend. Which girl had this beast hooked up with this time? Judging from
the sound of her juices being rubbed together, he must have drugged her again.

The girl was finding it increasingly difficult to suppress her moans. The machine she was holding onto was round,
making it slippery and difficult to grip. It kept sliding down, so Huang Zan pinched her thighs to help her hold on. The girl
was shorter than Huang Zan, and being fucked from behind already made her legs look shorter, requiring her to stand on tiptoe. Now, with rising lust and
increasingly intense thrusting, it became even harder to maintain her balance. Her legs went weak. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy: "Please
... ahh... no... don't do it here..."

"Haha, finally begging for mercy? Didn't you just call me a rapist? If not here, where else, what
do you say?"

"Go... go to a hotel, a guesthouse, anywhere... anywhere is fine, no... don't... ahhhhh
... ah—" At this moment, she seemed to suddenly reach orgasm, her body trembling, her neck stiffening and tilting back,
unable to speak.

Her legs went weak and bent down, only her hands still weakly gripping the gap in the middle of the machine,
barely keeping her body from falling, but this position only made her look more exhausted. Her pants hung down to her ankles,
and her smooth, glistening buttocks and thighs, now clearly visible from the angle, were
even discernible to me—a truly sexy sight. My drunkenness almost wore off. I pulled out my phone,
secretly thinking that if I had the chance, I'd take a picture of him, so I could see whose girlfriend he was later and
send him the photo. Maybe he'd then go and ruin Huang Zan.

Just then, her orgasm ended, and all her strength seemed to drain away. She went limp. Huang Zan quickly helped
her up and then gestured to the side. I then noticed someone hiding not far from me. Judging from the figure, it seemed to be
the guy who had been with Huang Zan that afternoon.

He came over, and the two of them lifted the girl, who had fainted from the intense orgasm—without even putting her pants
back on , they tossed her onto Huang Zan's friend's shoulder and carried her on their backs. Huang Zan followed behind, and
the two of them whispered as they walked side by side. Midway, the friend wanted to adjust himself and asked Huang Zan to help him take off
the girl 's pants. Huang Zan laughed and said, "You treat your ex-girlfriend like this! You won't

even let her wear her pants..." "She wasn't wearing any anyway,"

the two of them chuckled, typical of scoundrels. Then they actually pulled the girl's pants off completely. Huang
Zan took out his phone and money, then threw the pants, belt and all, some distance away. The pants unfurled in the night air,
then landed with a thud on the ground next to me.

Right in front of me, so close. I could almost smell the erotic scent emanating from those pants—
The faint, pungent odor emanating from a woman's genitals, mixed with a subtle natural fragrance, creates a unique scent that
is unforgettable for anyone who has ever been close to a place of passion. I picked up my pants and couldn't help but sniff them… As I
pulled them up, a piece of paper fell out.

I picked it up, feeling as if struck by lightning.

The feeling was completely different from when I first witnessed Xiaoyuan being raped. There was no excitement, only a blankness,
a feeling of being instantly stripped of everything and forced to crawl between the legs of my abuser.

That piece of paper was from the movie I watched with Fei Qing during the day. Movie ticket.

There was no mistake, the number, the seat, I remembered it clearly. It was the same time, the same showtime
, the same movie theater.

That beast Huang Zan only glanced at it before setting his sights on my girl again. This time, it was a girl I
absolutely didn't want to lose, and I saw her as my chance to start over.

Holding the pants, somewhat dazed and confused, I walked to that familiar window, knelt on
the ground , and looked at the scene inside. Fei Qing's pants were right in front of me, exuding that unique, fresh, girlish
scent. And in my eyes, I saw the scene of her being humiliated.

But my mind was almost blank. I knew I was angry, not aroused. But my body,
like a rusty machine, wouldn't move.

It felt like I was being punished, my hands and feet bound. Heaven was punishing me for my cowardice, for I
could only watch.

Fei Qing was thrown onto the bed, her clothes stripped off, her braids slightly disheveled. Her eyes were
lifeless ; perhaps she hadn't fully recovered from her orgasm, her consciousness somewhat hazy. Fatty Wang was busy spreading
her legs, reaching out to caress her wet genitals: "Drugged again? So low?"

Huang Zan cursed, "Damn, could you bring her back without drugging her? You know, this girl has her eye on my roommate. The one
who was Xiao Yuan's boyfriend before."

"That guy's got some luck with women, but he'll only be cuckolded," Fatty Wang chuckled.

Just as he was about to insert, he suddenly remembered something: "Hey, Brother Ma? Aren't you going first? We're fucking this bitch today to
get revenge , why don't you go first?"

Right, his surname is Ma, Fei Qing's ex-boyfriend. He was dumped by Fei Qing, and he's probably been holding a grudge ever since.
It's scary, even though we're all men, we handle lost relationships in completely different ways.
What's the difference between our hearts?

Little Ma waved his hand: "It's okay, you two train her well so we can fuck her for a long time. I want to
repay the kindness, so I'll let my benefactor have a taste."

Fatty Wang grinned from ear to ear: "Haha, then I'll accept your kindness, haha. Actually, if we're talking about credit
, it's Huang Zan, he's using this aphrodisiac better than that guy surnamed Yu now."

As he spoke, he inserted his large penis into Fei Qing's tender vagina. Although there was a lot of lubrication,
Fei Qing's vagina still seemed rather narrow, making it difficult to insert smoothly. As the glans forcefully pushed into the vaginal opening,
Fei Qing felt a sharp pain and struggled to sit up, but she had no strength at all: "Ah...
what ..."

"What am I doing? I'm going to fuck you!" Fatty Wang pinched Fei Qing's clitoris, which allowed him to insert the glans, and then
his massive lower body sank in, finally penetrating her! Fei Qing's slender body immediately curled up from the impact, like
a frightened little hedgehog. She pushed against Fatty Wang's chest: "No no no... ah... ah...
ah ah ... ah... ah..."

Fatty Wang seemed to be in his element, with a "finally satisfied" expression on his face: "Damn! It's so
good to fuck a decent girl! She's so tight! So much water! Damn, it feels so good to fuck a little girl, her vagina is so shallow, and my uterus is hitting me
so hard!"

Fei Qing slowly gave up resisting and covered her eyes with her hands instead. Her voice
softened with each thrust, the drugs making her uncontrollably wanton—the sensations were so intense,
so real, the pleasure even overshadowing the pain in her heart. I'd witnessed this scene before.
I had to admit, Huang Zan was a veteran now; he could get pretty girls and easily turn an
innocent girl into prey. He used to be a sleazy nerd, but now he was a master of the sex scene. He
stood there, smoking, watching Fei Qing being ravaged with nonchalant indifference, as if watching a lighthearted
musical.

Girls really are so vulnerable.

Fei Qing's strength was gradually drained by Wang Pangzi's penis, her body becoming limp, her legs spreading wider and wider
to fully accommodate Wang Pangzi's "broad" thrusts. Fei Qing's petite frame contrasted sharply with Wang Pangzi's body
, like a bear tearing apart a doll.

"Ah...no...ah...it's...where's it...ah ah...no...it hurts..."

Fatty Wang started acting cute again, pulling his penis out: "It hurts? How about I stop?"

Fei Qing covered her face, just like Xiao Yuan back then. At first, she slightly tightened her legs as Fatty Wang pulled them out, but
quickly opened them again. But she seemed to be able to endure it, insisting on remaining silent. After a minute or two, she seemed
to be itching so much that she couldn't stand it anymore, and tightened her legs again, twisting. Seeing this, Fatty Wang gently flicked her clitoris: "Hmm?
Can't hold back anymore? Want a big penis?"

Fei Qing covered her face and nodded slightly.

"You have to say it."

Fei Qing hesitated, her face obviously turning red: "Yes..."

"Haha!" Fatty Wang then thrust in heavily, with a thud like a battering ram, making one worry that Fei Qing's
thin body would be broken apart in one go. The following thrusts were like a storm, and Fei Qing couldn't suppress
the cries escaping her throat, moaning and groaning as she was fucked until her face paled. Because of her lightness, she could be easily fucked by Fatty Wang in various
positions . Fatty Wang even stood up and held her on the ground, thrusting into her.

"Ah... good... so strange... please... slower..."

Fei Qing's orgasm came slower than Xiao Yuan's, but it seemed to be more intense. Last time she had fainted
, and this time it was even more terrifying. As the orgasm approached, she could no longer make a sound, only her mouth was open, her body
tense, seemingly becoming more and more stiff, and then suddenly she threw her head back, her eyes rolled back, twitching slightly, and
her body seemed to suddenly break out in a cold sweat, her whole body flushed, only her face turned pale, frighteningly pale
, making you worry that she was dead. Fatty Wang was also frightened and quickly put her down: "Damn it, what happened?"
"She's not even breathing anymore..."

Huang Zan said, "It's okay, she's always like this. She was like this in the garden just now, and it startled me too."

After a full half minute, Fei Qing's lips turned purple before she suddenly recovered from the suffocating orgasm, took
a deep breath, and then hurriedly made up for the breaths she had missed. No matter how Wang Pangzi tried to talk to her, she
seemed not to have woken up and didn't answer. Huang Zan was getting impatient: "I told you I'm alive, are you in or not?
If not, Little Ma, you go first."

Fatty Wang was a little scared, and sat down to the side, holding his penis: "I don't think this little bitch can handle it,
you come on, Brother Ma, I'll wait a bit."

Little Ma seemed to have been holding back for a long time, stroking his penis and stepping onto the bed, then kneeling between Fei Qing's legs, and
thrusting in: "Fuck...you stinking bitch, you wouldn't let me sleep with you before, now you're begging someone else to do it,
tell me, aren't you a bitch?"

He kept cursing, and in my eyes he had the face of a complete loser, his thrusts had no rhythm,
it was just rough sex. After five or six minutes, Fei Qing gradually woke up from her orgasm, but her speech seemed
unclear, her tongue was a bit sticky, and she stammered, not knowing what she was saying.

Xiao Ma lit a cigarette, smoking and fucking, then muttered, "Damn, I don't even know what he's saying.
Zan-ge, come and gag her."

Huang Zan shouted "Okay!" and jumped onto the bed, shoving his already swollen penis into Fei Qing's
mouth ...

I don't know when I left, only vaguely remembering the three of us taking turns ejaculating inside her, Wang
Pangzi saying "No, no," and me walking on the dark road, staggering and even falling.

When I woke up in the morning, I found that I hadn't taken off my clothes, my pants were covered in dirt, my crotch was wet, and
there was a strong smell of semen.

I sat on the edge of the bed, dizzy and with a terrible hangover. I touched my not-so-clear head, thinking about
everything from yesterday, and a sense of unreality washed over me.

I felt like God was playing me.

Damn it, are you fucking playing me?

But then I heard a voice saying to me, "Get up, or you'll never have a new beginning."

Have you changed? No.

You hoped that others would bring you change, so you fell into their trap. You've never changed; you've just surrendered
.

If you remain cowardly, the outcome will be the same no matter how many times.

I checked my phone; it was 10 AM.

I got up, showered, changed, packed my bags, and left with my suitcase. When I reached the front door
, I saw him.

He had a smile on his face, a slightly wicked one, but mostly honest. I had to thank him; regardless of the outcome,
he had brought me back to my senses once again. I had to save Xiaoyuan, and I had to save Fei Qing; I needed the help of this man
.

I had to cripple Huang Zan, ensuring his sexual happiness would never last more than twenty days.

We shook hands at the intersection of the north-south road. He shook a bolt from a water pipe in his hand:

"Guess what this is?"

I said I didn't know.

He grinned wickedly: "I'll teach you how to use it later."

[To be continued]

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