【An Ordinary Me, An Extraordinary Experience】(The Game of Love) (2)

(II)

After graduating from junior high, I suddenly lost contact with all my classmates and spent my days alone at home. I really

didn't want to go anywhere. I didn't do well on the high school entrance exam, and I figured I had no chance of getting into a top-tier high school.

I spent two and a half months bored. Then school started, and I thought high school life would be more interesting than junior high.

Class assignments, seating arrangements, cleaning (I lived at school)—all as expected. This also gave me the opportunity to see

which girls were pretty. I quickly spotted a few attractive ones.

After two weeks of getting to know everyone, I started my pursuit. You might be wondering, is this

the same silly boy from junior high? I'm also surprised that I've become like this; maybe it's because of emotional

loneliness .

Actually, my approach was simple: if I liked someone, I'd find an opportunity to tell her directly. I was tired of constantly buzzing around girls

like , tired of joking, tired of love letters, tired of gifts. Maybe this was escapism.

The result of this approach was predictable: failure upon failure. I pursued all the girls who were somewhat attractive, but without

success.

I started to feel lost. I spent my days doing nothing, listening to music, playing Game Boy, all during class time. When I got really

bored I'd read magazines or novels, or just sleep. My grades plummeted; I

failed five subjects in the first semester of high school. My parents were worried and gave me a good scolding. But school still had to go on, so what could I do? My parents tried

everything to get me transferred to

another class. So, I was reassigned to a different class, assigned seats, and assigned cleaning duties. This time, I was luckier because

our homeroom teacher was a recent college graduate, unfamiliar with the school, and I helped her a lot.

Naturally, I became the class monitor and also the physics representative.

Perhaps inherited from my parents, I had strong organizational and administrative skills,

easily . Being class monitor meant I couldn't be a complete slacker, so this time I studied hard and smoothly advanced to the second year of high school (

in the top ten). From the second year onwards, my unusual experiences began again…

First, we got a new geometry teacher. Previously, our homeroom teacher taught both subjects, but this year they were separated. The new

geometry teacher, I heard, was assigned to our school the year before last. He's quite good-looking and has a good figure.

Secondly, I got promoted again. You might be wondering, how can I get promoted when I'm already class monitor? Hehe, I

became the student council president. How about that? Pretty high-ranking, right? Don't say I made it up; even I couldn't believe it at the time.

But I really did become the student council president. You might be wondering, what extraordinary experiences did I have as the student council president

?

Don't worry. Read on.

One day (I forget which day), I was called to the teacher's office. The teacher asked me to go to the school's conference

room. I didn't know what it was about, but I hadn't done anything wrong, so what was there to be afraid of? I went. When I got there, I found the principal

surrounded by a group of students, some from high school and some from middle school (our school has both). I was

the last one to come in.

After I came in, the principal told us to sit down and then began to speak. I casually glanced around at

the students present, and suddenly I noticed a girl. Wow, she's pretty. After looking at her a few more times, I listened attentively to the principal's

speech. When the principal announced me as the student council president, she glanced at me. I was looking at her too,

and our eyes met. Hehe, there was no flirting, but I knew from her gaze that something was up

(she was in the junior high).

So, whenever there were student council meetings or activities, I would take the opportunity to approach her and chat for a bit. Soon,

I found a chance to confess my feelings, and she agreed. I was ecstatic! There

wasn't a temple nearby, but if there were, I would definitely go and offer incense to Guanyin.

This girl's name was Ying, a very pretty name. Our relationship developed quickly, and I found her very

open (or perhaps very flirtatious). We slept together shortly after we met. (It wasn't that I was impatient; it was

because several of my friends kept urging me to sleep with her.)

That day was a monthly break, and I didn't go home. (Intentionally.) She was a day student, and her home wasn't far from school. We

agreed to meet at the school gate in the afternoon and then go to the movies, but fate was against us;

it started raining just as we were about to leave for the cinema. We had no choice but to go to my dorm first. (Our roommates had all gone home.)

A lone man and woman in a room, of course, *that* kind of thing could happen, and we were no exception. I took the initiative and

kissed her first. After a long five-minute kiss, I began my assault. First, I kissed her nose, then her eyes, then

her ears . Everyone says these are erogenous zones, but I just found them ticklish. Then her neck. She started

moaning softly.

My hands began to knead her breasts. Her breasts weren't small, but I could still grasp them with one hand. I kneaded her breasts with

my left hand , while my right hand slipped under her shirt and unhooked her bra from behind. Then,

I reached into her clothes with both hands and grabbed her breasts, pushing her forward and pinning her beneath me.

She opened her mouth; I knew she wanted me to kiss her. I pressed my lips to hers and my tongue into her mouth, which

she quickly sucked on. My hands weren't idle either; I unbuttoned both her and my shirts. She

was wearing a loose tracksuit today, and my hands easily grabbed her panties. I touched it; it was

lace, and a little wet further down. I started rubbing her clitoris through her panties with my middle finger. Our mouths

remained closed, and she could only make soft, nasal sounds.

I thought it was about time to get down to business. I pulled away from her mouth, quickly stripped naked, and then roughly

tore off her clothes. She looked at me and giggled. I smiled back at her. She was

naked now, and my hands began to caress her body; her skin was so soft and felt wonderful.

I inserted my index finger into her vagina. It was wet, slippery, and warm. My thumb rubbed her

clitoris . My other hand kneaded one of her breasts. She closed her eyes, looking like she was enjoying it. I took out

a condom. (Buying condoms cost me half a month's allowance.) She looked at it calmly. It seemed she

knew what was about to happen.

The rest is history, I don't need to tell you, right? But I have to say, wearing a condom doesn't feel

good , even though I bought an ultra-thin one. It doesn't feel as good as masturbation. I fought with her

for almost 45 minutes before ejaculating. I was exhausted and almost fell asleep holding her.

After a while, she sat up and started getting dressed, her face expressionless. I didn't know

what . After she finished dressing, she said goodbye and left alone, refusing to let me see her off.

A few days later, when I went out of school to buy something, I was suddenly surrounded by several people. They asked

me, "Are you XXX?"

I said, "Yes." They started hitting me, and I was terrified. I used to be very well-behaved and had almost never been in a fight

. Being beaten like that was a first for me. I was completely powerless to fight back and could only curl up on

the ground .

They beat me for about five minutes before stopping. One of them said, "You fucking dared to seduce my girl

, you've got some nerve! You better behave yourself from now on." They left.

I stood up and looked at myself—damn! I was covered in dirt. Actually, I wasn't seriously injured. (I'm quite muscular and have a strong build.) But my

whole body ached.

I brushed the dirt off myself, went back to my dorm, and collapsed onto my bed. Now I understand—Ying was

a very flirtatious woman. What angered me was why I hadn't realized sooner that I disliked being a third party, yet she

had made me one without my knowledge. Damn it, what bad luck! Now I need to figure out how to resolve

this .

I called the son of the accountant at my parents' company; he's older than me and

had a lot . I thought he might be able to help. Then I called Ying and broke up with her. I

didn't hesitate at all. A week later, everything was back to normal. I quit my student council president job; I

didn't want to see Ying again. I fell silent, spending my days just going to class, eating, and sleeping. Until one day…

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