Oneshot (2)
"You're so smart!"
In his childhood, he met a girl. She expressed her admiration, complimented him endlessly, and followed him. He felt annoyed because she was a stalker.
He guessed that she was a girl with strange hobbies.
All girls want to experience new and interesting emotions, so they often find him too dry and boring. On the contrary, his friend was just a fan. She was impressed when she saw him reading a book that she found difficult to understand, she thought he was cool, so she followed him.
He was sure that she befriended him to ask him to help her with her tests. Children often do that because they hate studying and like to cheat on exams. But then he saw that her test results were exactly average, he was surprised to find that she was also normal in an unusual way. She took the test herself, tried her best, and was satisfied with the result, even celebrating that she wouldn't be tutored by a special teacher.
How could anyone be so naive as to not think about personal gain when getting to know another person. The surprising answer he received was that she wanted him to read the story. He read a lot, so she was sure he was patient enough to read every word of the story she wrote.
The truth was that she was selfish. She didn't like reading other people's stories, but wanted others to read hers and praise her. A typical attention-seeking type.
That was how they became close. The friends around them often teased them, calling them a couple in love. His friends became more and more suspicious of their relationship, which made him realize the cruelest truth, his best friend didn't love him, so she firmly affirmed that they were friends. He was rejected before he could confess.
When he was a student at school, he had a one-sided love. It was sad, but because of that, he could leave without worrying. His first love ended because his parents moved away for work and took him with them.
The contact between him and her gradually became less frequent. He had his own life, and she also spent time with her friends.
They met again on the day of the class reunion. He witnessed his old friends grow up, and she became beautiful and elegant.
She had always been the dream model of many men, including him. But at the same time, she was also the one who shattered the dreams of many men when she publicly announced her boyfriend to everyone.
His family had accumulated assets, and was indeed rich, but unfortunately, it could not compare to her boyfriend. Not only that, that man was handsome, generous, and open-minded. Every word he said made everyone happy, and even made women fall in love. Everything he had could defeat him, a person who had only known how to flirt with cheesy, outdated poems for years.
There were dreams that would forever be dreams, he learned to accept that. What he had were just memories, memories of what had happened.
The past was truly beautiful, and what he did now would continue to create a beautiful past like that. That was how he loved the present, loved what he had, determined to cherish it in the future.
Those thoughts came to her when she was desperate because of her terminal illness.
Because he and she were not really close, she decided to meet him. He was just a close friend when they were in the same school. He was not close to her so he acted too sad, but he was not a stranger to her so they met to confide.
"So, what do you like?"
"Don't tell me to spend money on shopping. Do you know that medicine is very expensive?"
"Who told you to spend money?"
"Oh, I will do all the craziest things I've never dared to do, like swearing at the boss I hate?"
"If you like to do that, remember that you will be the one to suffer the consequences of your actions. Don't say I instigated you."
"Just kidding. My entire group of close colleagues are all wronged, I don't dare. If I die, I want to leave a good reputation."
"What do you need to do to be so wonderful?"
Looking from his perspective, she saw that life was still going on every day. The harsh sunlight, the hot wind, the red faces of each passerby. The familiar street vendors, the motorbike taxi drivers resting in the shade, the busy employees paying,...
"It's too good now."
She was and is still happy. She can eat what she likes, listen to her favorite music and watch the life around her.
The sadness is still there, she is still sick. But she can laugh freely without having to pretend.
Then she was hospitalized, she cried because she felt useless. She couldn't do anything, even a burden to her family, and her life would become meaningless if everyone gradually forgot about her and continued living. The person beside her to comfort her was not her boyfriend but just him, her childhood friend. He chose to stay with her, create memories until the last moment of her life, so that it would become one of the thousands of beautiful memories he had. Whether she really recovered or not, he still lived on and made his memories of her meaningful.
Love has no fault, that is the excuse of adulterers. But true love helped him defeat her boyfriend, making that man his ex-boyfriend and him her official boyfriend.
He had succeeded in stealing someone else's girlfriend, so of course he was afraid that she would be stolen from him. She could leave her lover in the past, so it would be equally easy for her to leave him.
He made love to her out of blind jealousy.
Of course, two people in love can make love, but it must be with the consent of both.
The first time she had sex was also the first time she was sexually assaulted.
He used his position as her boyfriend to force her to answer truthfully, pushing her into a corner with all the pressure.
Having sex does not mean love, but she had no reason to refuse to have sex with her boyfriend. If she was determined to refuse, her boyfriend would only doubt her loyalty.
She did not fully consent to having sex with him, so she pushed him away while they were kissing. It could not be entirely her fault, because he proposed too suddenly.
"We... shouldn't be too hasty, right?"
"Why not?"
She was treated like a prisoner and forced to listen to his requests.
They were the only ones in the apartment, but the living room was where guests were received. She expressed her concerns about having sex here, and was then dragged into the bedroom.
The sex didn't go as she thought. At first, she felt pain, her boyfriend was not gentle but kept thrusting hard. Even so, she still felt very happy.
A man's penis can get erect very quickly, men are easily stimulated and excited. As for her, with a little initial anxiety, her pussy had not really opened up yet but was already stuffed with something big.
A series of rough strokes that showed no signs of stopping no matter how she begged. She was thrown onto the bed, pressed down to have something big stuffed into her asshole, then rolled over to become a dog showing off her ass to her owner.
Forced to move hard, her breasts shook. The more she showed pleasure, the harder she was pushed. Her pussy was dripping, soaked with the penis, it was both slippery and made a watery sound every time it went in and out.
When she felt like she was about to climax, it was hard to hide her moans. Although he was rough, it was really enjoyable. She moaned, making a sound that urged him to thrust even more. "Hurry up and take me up, let me go really high."
Reason and awareness were overwhelmed by the desire for pleasure. At the climax, it only lasted a few seconds, but it brought a feeling of extreme excitement. The happy drug was like an injection into her body, making her full of energy and satisfaction. But right after that, there was only fatigue.
What happened after sex was the problem. Reason had returned, everyone would be embarrassed to be naked in front of others. The memory was of course still clearly remembered, so she remembered that she had acted like a beast. There was nothing fun about remembering that humiliating act.
Women were held to higher moral standards than men, and tolerance was clearly on the male side. Not only was she humiliated, but society seemed to forgive her bully easily. This turned her anger into hatred that was hard to erase.
"I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for. You didn't do anything wrong."
"I'm really sorry, I know I was wrong. I was a little too much for you."
"You're really too much."
"You're really angry, aren't you?"
"Huh? Why would I be angry? Men like you treat women like rags, you don't deserve to be in a woman's head."
"Do you want to eat something?"
"Do you think my price is that cheap?"
"Then let me help you clean up."
"Do you think I'm not miserable enough and you want to ruin my work?"
"I don't know what to do to please you."
"You act without thinking, commit a crime and then fear punishment. You animal. I guess you are someone who easily throws away women because you are too afraid. Damn, you deserve to be thrown to the dogs."
"I swear, I am responsible for you."
"You dare to say beautiful things because words are like the wind, they disappear easily. And so are your vows."
After that, she made love to him many times and they became husband and wife. By both coincidence and intention, like a game of dominoes, starting from love for her boyfriend, leading to difficulty in refusing sex, countless events that followed all had only one ending. He was exhausted by the wife he loved the most. He faced the difficult choice of being forced to admit his weakness in the hope of being pitied and let go.
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