On a summer night, the warm wind blows through the city's night sky with hot flashes.
I stood at this urban-rural fence, outside the newly built community wall called Xihuayuan, letting the dark green iron railings and the shadow of the sycamore trees cover my body in the night.
I took a deep breath, regardless of the dusty air, with the temperature of summer, I tried to stabilize my breathing rhythm and tension, but the effect was not so obvious...
My palms, which were tightly clenched, were covered in smooth sweat. I could clearly hear my heartbeat and thump, and I could also feel my bones and joints making a giggle due to tension...
I just watched the 23rd building in Xihuayuan, with dark black shadows in the night sky, and only a few sporadic lights, telling the most common occupancy rate of newly built communities.
……
I forgot to introduce it. My name is Ishikawa Yue. I am now an unemployed vagrant who just lost his job.
Just a month ago, I was a real estate agent in a small branch in Xinkongjiang District, Wannian Real Estate.
Tonight, I will sneak into this community, go to Building 23, Room 03 on the 17th floor, and rape a female high school student!
……
Things still have to start from the beginning.
My name is Ishikawa Yue. Because the homonym of Chuan Yue and Time Travel, I have been often nicknamed as jokes since I was a child. In fact, my name has nothing to do with time traveling through time. My father gave me this name purely a harmonious meaning. The good intention of Changchuan returning to the sea and carp leaping on the dragon gate.
However, I was unable to go to Changchuan, the sea or the carp jumped at the dragon gate. I grew up in a dilapidated small county town. I have been studying very well since I was a child. Apart from sports, I have no decent grades.
I also learned to smoke, skip classes, fight, and occasionally play mahjong poker. I even thieves and go to the next elementary school with a few buddies to blackmail the pocket money of primary school students...
Although I didn't do anything that was particularly illegal, sometimes I also put on a sword-killing sword, thinking that I was a gangster.
Although I seemed to be very brave at that time, I was quite capable of fighting...
But I didn't think of the young and dandy. After graduating from high school, I left my hometown in a daze and came to this big city. The name of "entering the world" is actually just a job with a meager income.
I have worked as a loader, waiter, Internet cafe network administrator, and furniture installer. In short, they are all jobs that have no future at all, will never be stable, and cannot be considered professional. The last job is to be a real estate agent in an intermediary company. After all, the threshold for this kind of work is always relatively low, and the time is relatively free...
In fact, today, the big cities in Country C are full of young people like me. They are hungry and full, pay rent, water, electricity, coal, food, drink, defecation, sleep, and move. The rest in their wallet is often a negative number.
During this period, I just handed over a girlfriend with ordinary conditions on the construction site, and it was a hasty matter. As for the sexual desire of this most vigorous boy, in addition to masturbating, he occasionally went to the hair salon to find a hair wash girl to vent his feelings.
Fortunately, my single dad passed away at a young age.
Fortunately, I know that I am not very filial to two words, but it is indeed the case in terms of economics.
His lifelong savings were left for me to a house in my hometown. Coincidentally, the housing prices rose sharply a few years ago, and even a small county town like my hometown could be sold for more than 100,000 yuan. I sold the house and I had a deposit of 180,000 yuan...
I originally thought that I was an agent, and I was familiar with the family, so I could collect information, see suitable housing, buy a house in the city, find a wife to get married, etc.
Later I found out that I was not smart enough. In the big cities of Country C, I couldn’t afford to buy a toilet, let alone buy a house.
I put that money in the bank to earn interest, but the housing prices rose one round after another. I regretted that I shouldn't have sold the house in my hometown...
After two years, I became a ridiculous person with 180,000 yuan in savings, but no house, no relatives, and no serious job.
Every day, I seriously introduced Zhang San and Li Si to buy wedding houses, villas, and improve living conditions, and persuaded people to carry out various speculative financing and housing purchase plans...
I can only rent a house.
Then... I met this girl named Lulu on the Internet.
Lulu is a high school student who came to the provincial capital to study. She is in her second year of high school this year. She is also a female anchor on a live broadcast platform.
All right……
I was surprised. In my understanding, singing, acting cute, and playing games in the live broadcast room of the live broadcast platform can only be considered a pastime or hobby. It turns out that in this day and age, the female live broadcasts in the live broadcast room can be considered a person's positioning or profession.
Of course, because Lulu is only seventeen years old and is still in high school, it is rare for girls such a young age in the live broadcast room, let alone professionalism.
In most cases, Lulu's live broadcast content is singing, chatting, and even doing homework exercises live. Only occasionally can she perform some simple dance moves.
In fact, Lulu's live broadcast room is very popular. At most, two or three hundred people watch online at the same time. In most cases, there are about one hundred or even dozens of viewers. Considering that the data of this live broadcast platform is suspected of encouraging fraud, I suspect that there should be fewer than dozens of real viewers in her room. Many people just browse the barrage, but they are actually her classmates. It turns out that they have made this live broadcast platform the chat room of their class.
According to Lulu herself, she was a sophomore high school student who came to the provincial capital to study after being admitted to the provincial capital. For convenience, she is now living in her sister's house where she works in the provincial capital.
The reason why I was attracted by this unpopular little anchor was perhaps because everything about Lulu, including her image, speech and live broadcast content, was very pure, and a special student was not contaminated at all. At that time, I happened to have some leisure time, maybe because of my relationship, it was a small harbor where I could stay for a little after get off work every day.
Lulu never wears exposed clothes, never wears makeup, or wears accessories. She doesn't even know how to use beauty shots, and she doesn't deliberately show her female appearance or charm to chat about sex. Occasionally, a few netizens who pass by her mouth and don't say anything about flirting with girls, and she will blush, frown, and block it. She is completely a little girl who is still studying. She uses the gaps of studying every day to secretly peek at the wonderful world on the Internet...
I, who came out of a small county town, may be even more attracted by this innocent temperament without makeup.
Her live broadcast content is also quite simple. She often appears in front of the camera after learning to have dinner at 8 or 9 o'clock in the morning, wearing the school uniform of their school, then chats and laughs with the fans in the live broadcast room, and starts talking about today's homework, teacher Ah and other things. Sometimes she will seriously discuss how to solve physics and math problems. Fans (it seems to be her classmates) always praise her as the artistic class beauty in No. 2 Middle School, and then when she makes a fuss, she will blush...
When she occasionally sings a song, she will only move the camera and perform some very basic ballet movements when she is very happy.
Her singing is average and her dancing literacy is not professional, but her body is light and weak, and has a strong youthful and artistic atmosphere. Every time she tiptoes and swings her arms, it makes people feel refreshed...
At least it makes me feel like I'm in a dream.
In fact, Lulu's face should be considered very beautiful. She is not the same kind of Internet celebrity face, but a little round face. Her nose and head are also small and round, her cheeks are white and glutinous, and her eyes are a little small. When she smiles, she will turn into a crescent moon, but she is quite distinctive. Lulu's figure is also relatively petite. In addition to her face, she even feels a little weak. When she sees it, she makes people feel a desire and impulse to protect her.
She likes to tie a cute side ponytail, which is simple but a little playful. She has a school uniform and sportswear. She occasionally wears a cute plain turtleneck sweater or a wide long-sleeved T-shirt. Not to mention showing off her skin, you can't even think about how to appreciate it.
However, this delicate and conservative campus style makes her image and temperament of a key high school class beauties more prominent and charming...
At that time, I was really...
Alas, when I think about it now, it is actually an alternative sperm brain and overestimating one's ability...
I just felt unstable and fantasy about this little loli who was obviously about 10 years younger than me.
Every night after I finish work, I often wait in her live broadcast room until she gets off the broadcast, chatting and laughing with her, opening her small window, brushing her barrage, and occasionally brushing her gifts with virtual props.
Because there are actually very few people in the live broadcast room, I am one of the few loyal fans of Lulu, and Lulu is also quite kind to me.
She called me Brother Shitou, and I called her Lulu...
In addition to some of the things that are not, she would even complain to me that she will be in the third year of high school next year and actually wants to take the art school, but her parents and sister disagree. She must take the college entrance examination and take a serious major.
I would also pretend to behave, hide my instinctive violence and shallowness, give her some life suggestions, and share with her the interesting stories from the society I encountered at work, which often makes her laugh.
As an agent, you will always meet all kinds of different people, all kinds of life that make people feel emotional or funny. The Zhang family’s divorce is a real estate, and the Li family’s support is a real estate...
In the city, such a thing is the most appropriate thing to use with this little girl who is ignorant of the world as a topic of conversation.
Lulu also loves to listen to me tell these stories...
At that time, I couldn't help but fantasize whether I and this girl could be considered as having a good impression or destiny in a sense.
Later, the live broadcast platform became popular for a while, and the rules of the event made it very popular.
Lulu said that what list should she make for an unpopular room like her, otherwise the fixed room number may be cancelled, and she will be quite disappointed if the fixed room number is cancelled.
I am one of her few adult fans. I was very proud of her for a moment and bragged that I had just sold a big villa and had a large commission. I gave her room a gift worth about 1,300 yuan in one breath to support the activity of her room.
Most of the time in her room was a student party, which may not be as good as me...
That behavior, let alone Lulu, the few young fans who often came to the room were all envious.
As for me, I couldn't help but pretend to be a successful man in my career and said a few words like "I don't have to take it to heart" or "I don't have to take it to my face."
During those days, she was particularly grateful to me and opened my window to thank me. From then on, she just had to get off the broadcast, and occasionally, she would chat with me on WeChat and phone...
The sound like a lark made me intoxicated...
Then, Lulu actually called me back 500 yuan through WeChat. She said that she was not for the gift, but just to maintain the existence of that live broadcast room. She sang, chatted, danced, and listened to the praise of her classmates. She was to make up for her loss of being forced to take the art exam by her parents; she was unwilling to spend money, so she took out all the pocket money and returned it to me. She knew it was not easy for me to make money, so she wanted to make up for my losses.
At that time, I was really moved. Although 1,300 yuan is not a small amount for me, since I had already consumed it for a moment, I never thought about whether to regret it or not. I didn’t expect Lulu would compensate me with her pocket money...
I am really glad that I met a little girl who has no supplies at all and has a pure heart, so beautiful and charming.
I gave in and accepted the 500 yuan...
Then, he became even more out of control and tried hard to give gifts in her room.
At that time, I also admitted that I was a little bit hindered, and even saw that many customers were left behind, just mingling in Lulu's live broadcast room and WeChat.
I really enjoyed the pleasure of her opening my small window every day and popping my WeChat, as if two private lovers were whispering to thank me...
Once I gave the gift, she would not only be sweet in the live broadcast room, thank you Brother Shitou, but she would also open my window to chat with me after the broadcast. Thank me for chatting with me about her life in school, and also patiently listen to me and continue to brag...
Once, I couldn't help it, as if I wanted to test her feelings for me. After I made a nervous request, she didn't mind at all. In the WeChat window, she began to occasionally send me one or two temporary selfies before going to bed after the broadcast.
What a private, intimate and even sweet feeling of two-person world.
Although I don’t dare to prove it, I always feel that a girl’s relationship with her should be a big step forward when sending a specific selfie to a man.
Lulu's selfies are also without makeup, but in fact they are selfies before going to bed.
Simple, elegant and beautiful, smiling at the camera with her crescent eyes, but when I thought of it, it was this little loli wearing home clothes in her room before going to bed, and she took a photo to show me alone...
I couldn't help but be so sweet that my mind was filled with roars, and it felt like I was in love.
Sometimes, the selfies Lulu gave me were no longer the school uniform she often wore in front of the camera, but the pajamas she got off the broadcast, took a shower, and changed into...
Although the girl’s pajamas will never take the sexy route, for a boy like me, the pajamas of a girl from a key high school are covered tightly, even if the color, pattern, texture, and the symbol of purity and privacy...
Maybe it's more exciting than sexy and interesting costumes.
Moreover, the girls' clothes and rooms are so exquisite...
The background of Lulu's live broadcast room is her bedroom. I guess it was a small room of thirteen or four square meters, which was painted very simple and exquisite. The background in front of the live broadcast camera was a single birch bed one foot two.
Lulu seems to like pink and blue. Her bed sheets are sometimes pink and blue with cartoon letters, and sometimes they are purer and purer. There is a pink and blue Winnie Bear's desk lamp on a small bedside table; on the wall near the door of the room, there is a large sliding door wardrobe with jasmine patterns, which looks quite luxurious. Although it never moves away, I imagine that Lulu's inner and outer dresses should be placed quietly and exquisitely inside; Lulu's curtains are in the beige plaid and heavy velvet style, and are also inlaid with cute pink and blue stars; on her bed, sometimes, for the sake of lens effects, there is a huge Sharpe Pig Doll toy.
Everything is so exquisite, neat, delicate and romantic...
Lulu is very careful. Except for sometimes, there are school uniforms, sweaters, etc., which are neatly folded and placed on the bedside. However, in the whole shot, there will definitely be no sexy hints that the female anchor deliberately puts on, let alone the highlights of underwear and bras...
However, such simplicity, mystery and warmth make me even more imaginative...
At the beginning, I never fancied Lulu. I told myself that she was a little classmate, a child, or a little sister I met by chance. She was my little angel. I could only love her and should not desecrate her...
However, as her relationship with her became more and more intimate in my feelings, until one day, she might not notice that the angle and effect of a selfie photo she sent me was particularly good. The lines under the thin snow-white cotton pajamas were particularly charming. I noticed that Lulu's small breasts were so round, and under the school uniform, there were actually quite attractive curves, and Lulu's small hips were so tight and full...
Nowadays, girls are well-nutrition and well-maintained, so they are always better developed than our generation.
Lulu's figure looks a bit petite and weak overall, but from that angle, from that photo, there are two very obvious breast balls wrapped in her thin pajamas under her bra, and the two very obvious bulges at the top that you can't move your eyes no matter how you...
And her waist is so slender that her cute buttocks under her home pants are round and not fat at all, as if she has the roundness and beauty of life and youth.
Comparing the unique fair and delicate skin of Lulu's seventeen-year-old girl...
That night, I couldn't help but start to fantasize about Lulu's body, fantasize about having sex with her, fantasize about rape, blasphemy, and infringement on her...
...And during crazy masturbation, I ejaculated and ejaculated on a bed...
From that day on, I became more excited to give gifts and asked Lulu more diligently to take selfies. I could only fall asleep after I had fantasized about Lulu every day...
I imagined her neck, collarbone, veins, chest, breasts, areola, nipples, waist, spine, lower abdomen, navel, buttocks, thighs, calf, feet...
Even imagined her vagina and buttocks.
Of course I have never seen all this, but I can imagine that after beautifying the most beautiful loli-shaped female worry-like body I saw in the A-film, I imagined that I hugged Lulu and kissed her, and imagined that she would respond shyly. She let out a tender whimper, she would cover her face shyly, and then I could continue to caress and enjoy her body, feel her curves, blaspheme her purity, and taste her chastity...
Because she loves me too, she willingly dedicated her body to me.
However, often without thinking for a long time, I can't help but squirt in the madness. The plot that is too exciting cannot even reach. Sometimes, think about the opening foreplay, imagine that she is sitting in my arms, using her little butt to smear my lower body, kissing me, and asking me to touch her breasts through her clothes. I can't stand it. My mind starts to gangster, and starts rubbing my penis wildly, reaching orgasm directly. Those too profane, too exciting, and too extreme plots cannot even emerge...
The more I fantasized, the more I would beautify Lulu's body. Actually, I have never seen it before, but every detail of the body seemed to be vivid in my mind, whether it was vision, touch, or taste...
They are all so real and perfect.
I have no qualifications to fall in love with an excellent girl. I imagined the unity of soul and flesh, that's it.
Of course, as my fantasy of Lulu became stronger and stronger, I began to feel tentatively confessed to her.
I send her Gdmrning, Gdaftternn, and Gdnigh every day, and sing her in a pretentious manner on WeChat. I spent the whole day like this, the world of the two..., I would start kissing her with expressions, I would praise her with a slightly provocative meaning, and I even sent her a few photos that I thought I was quite stylish.
Lulu doesn't seem to like my joke about crossing the line.
Sometimes, if I say a little too much, she will get angry and upset. Brother Shitou, if you do this again, I will ignore you!
But this pure, lovely and flawless performance made me feel more intense about her.
I subconsciously beautified her into a spotless fairy on earth, and into a gift from God to me, Lser.
……
Then, when I woke up, I realized that I had already spent 350,000 yuan in Lulu's live broadcast room!
……
Yes, it really happened unknowingly.
Although Lulu has always advised me not to give gifts like this, maybe Lulu is always too sincere in every thanks; maybe she interacts with me every time I buy gifts, and every time I buy gifts alone, I don’t feel too much pressure. Sometimes it’s dozens of dollars, sometimes it’s hundreds, and occasionally it’s thousands...
In short, when I felt the pressure to check the accounts, it was like a dream...
I've actually bought 350,000!
Here, in addition to the 180,000 inheritance left to me by my dad, there are also many of them, including several credit cards that I overdraw from each other, and even several deposits sent by misappropriated customers.
Humans are really an escaped animal.
Of course, I had known that I had no money anymore, but as long as the company and customers were not urging me to get more and more nervous, I could continue to escape with a drunken and dreamy way.
Because as long as I keep giving gifts, I can play another me here in Lulu, not a small urban loser who can achieve nothing, but a capable and resourceful me who can support girls, dream girls, and trust girls.
That feeling is so good that I can't stop, stopping, it's like a dream, everything is gone...
Lulu wants to make the list, I will win!
Lulu wants to recommend it, I will try it!
Lulu is going to enter the homepage, I'll do it!
Lulu wants to participate in the event, I will try it!
Not to mention Lulu's admiration and dependence on me, even the few classmates in Lulu's room obviously respected and envied me. In the eyes of their students, I am different from the world of students. A successful adult can freely control money.
...Although, except for the meager salary and commission, I actually have no other source of income. All of this, now when I think of Alibaba, it is all absurd nonsense.
It was not until a client discovered something strange and found my unit. My unit fired me without hesitation to clear my relationship with me and sent me a lawyer letter asking me to repay those deposits. I was in a hurry and started borrowing money and looking for a job again. I seemed to wake up from my dream and realized that I had caused a big disaster.
But I can't blame Lulu for everything. I voluntarily. Lulu never forced me, and she didn't even ask me for it...
However, my most serious problem now is that the company is no longer collecting debts, but...
I can't really get gifts anymore.
The cash has been running out, all those credit cards have been locked, and the last money has been turned into a virtual sea of flowers...
That platform is hosting an offline carnival event, and more than many active anchors can be invited. Lulu is not a famous young anchor, but because she still thinks about her acting dream, the event is attended by the media, so she really wants to go there, maybe she thinks that there may be some chance...
This time, she asked me apologetically, but...
I can't really get gifts anymore.
It may be a moment of brain destruction, or it may be a technical movement caused by panic when I woke up from a dream. That day, I finally made Lulu come out for tea and chatted...
I numb myself, hoping that it was a date, a breaking point of a love story, and the scene I secretly fantasized about is roughly like this:
I will meet Lulu in a cafe. Of course, she will dress up beautifully and charmingly. Then I will chat with her earnest and domineeringly and handsomely like a mature elder brother in a Korean TV series, telling her that everything on the live broadcast platform is marketing planning, she should concentrate on her studies and not be addicted to it. She will be in her senior year next year, and should study hard, take a college entrance exam, or...
She should have a showdown with her parents. Since she wants to take the art exam, she has to take it. And I will still accompany her and take care of her in the live broadcast room, but don’t play with those vanity anymore.
She should be moved. She should already have a lot of feelings for me. A seventeen-year-old girl should have just started to fall in love, have a heart that can taste love, and begin to understand the affairs of men and women. Today's social information is so developed. Even a girl as pure as Lulu should understand what love is.
She might have been obsessed with me for a long time, and she might confess to me shyly and tell me: she doesn't know anything, she doesn't know anything, but she will listen to me.
Then, she would hint very shyly: she was still young and had never thought about that aspect.
When she said this, she looked at me secretly, but was afraid that I would be angry. That would be very cute and charming...
Then, I will tell her very generously: I can wait for her to grow up and wait for her to graduate from college.
She would be very happy...
Then, I would ask her a few more times, and then, finally, one time, she wouldn't help but kiss me in a dark little corner for the first time.
She will present her tender, thin, gentle and cute lips that she has never opened to the opposite sex. I will sprinkle my emotions on her lips, and also engrave my mark on it. Maybe...
When kissing, I can take advantage of her being infatuated. For the first time, I touched her intoxicating breasts through my sweater, or touched her tight buttocks through my jeans. It was the physical contact I had been dreaming of for a long time. I had long wanted to truly feel the elasticity of Lulu's body...
Then, only then would I hug her and tell her with fearless courage and an innocent tone: I spent hundreds of thousands for her.
She would throw her into my arms with a whistle, saying it was all her fault, begging for my forgiveness, saying that she was sorry for me, I would tell her generously: money can be earned again, our love will be eternal in heaven and earth.
Then, she would definitely be too embarrassed, but in order to express her apology and reward, she kissed me, kissed me, and even rubbed me with her breasts and lower body, just like the things that those young couples in love hid under the shade of the tree and do secretly, because the best gift she could use to express gratitude, apology and love to me was her body.
Then in a few days, when she goes to college, I will unbutton her buttons with my own hands, unbutton the buckle of her bra, take off the small inner inside that tightly wrapped her hips, and thoroughly appreciate all her secrets, all her tenderness, and all her delicateness. Then I will touch and kiss her, caress and kiss inch by inch, and declare my sovereignty on her body with my hands and my lips...
Until she was passionate, until she melted like a hot spring, until she began to be crushed by me...
Finally, I can use my masculine and mighty penis to explore her shameful girl's vagina, and explore in her pink, juice-filled shameful flesh...
I would be very gentle, and use a few silky blood marks and a slightly painful expression when the girl lost her body, to bring Lulu and me to a brand new world of two.
...Watching now, aren’t the losers who overestimate themselves and think with their lower body often so ridiculously immersed in their own fantasies?
In fact, that date was completely different from what I thought, it was so bad that it couldn't be worse.
Lulu seemed not very satisfied with my appearance and her urgent attempts...
In the cafe, we chatted for a while, and I said a few words of my affection for her, but the atmosphere was a bit awkward...
It is obvious that she is just polite. The disappointment of an urban girl to see a boring adult working netizen is undoubtedly exposed.
She was still very cute talking and laughing, but there was actually only one content of the words in the first half: she really wanted to attend that carnival.
and……
She seemed very smart. From my expression and expression, I could also hear that I was unable to support her. Therefore, the content of her words in the second half of the year was actually another simple message: she had homework to review and was leaving...
I didn't have the chance to say those lines that I designed.
That day, I was in a daze and walked back to my rental house like I was drunk.
Dreams are just awakening.When I woke up, my body was filled with biting pain.
Despair, depression, anger, and humiliation surged in my heart.Not to Lulu, but to the ridiculous me.Why didn't I think of it before?!!!What a ridiculous fool I am?!!!
She was seventeen years old, and I was twenty-five years old.
She was born in a big city, and I was born in a small county town where no one knew it.
She is in her second year of high school, and she is a key middle school. Whether she takes the art school or not, she has a bright future...I only have a high school diploma worthless.
She has a bright future, but I am just a fool-like real estate agent... still goes bankrupt.
She is so beautiful...I am so ordinary and even vulgar.
She gave me a glimpse of the beauty of a world, but forgot to remind me: those are not the prosperity and splendor I deserve.
Her life may be a pastoral path with flowers blooming. I am just a frog that happened to be jumping by the roadside; and my life is like a coffee table filled with tragedy.
Then, the more I recalled, the more I felt that the meeting that day was terrible. Didn’t I realize that my clothes and shoes were not famous brands?
Have I paid attention to matching?
Am I too vulgar and have no decent conversation at all?
Didn’t I realize that even the details of ordering a cup of coffee would expose the embarrassment and low-end of my urban working people?
Didn’t I realize that except for living in this world for a few more years, I have no male charm worth showing off or showing?
I actually want to chase a class girl from a key high school?
Or a love a year later?
Do I think I am a big shot?
I was so ignorant, fantasizing about what would happen between me and her...
And all the foundations that support my ridiculous sexual fantasies are the last bit of inheritance left to me by my dad and the deficit of several credit cards.
Despair, depression, anger, humiliation.I really understand the meaning of a tragic life with a deep understanding.
People are so ridiculous.
Then, perhaps to escape the pain of the real world, I didn’t face anything in those days, but masturbated even harder, fantasizing about Lulu masturbating wildly.
The plot in the fantasy is finally becoming more and more exaggerated, fierce and perverted, and more evil and crazy.
That kind of anger, humiliation, despair, and frustration turned into my increasingly blasphemous thoughts of Lulu.
I began to fantasize more about not having sex with her, but about rape her, or even rape her
She, humiliated her, and tortured her.
My fantasies, from pornographic novels to pornographic films, to the extreme fantasies in the darkest corners of a man’s heart.
Sometimes, Lulu becomes a tied girl, tied up and raped by me with a rope in the most lustful way; sometimes, Lulu will be dragged to my dirty rental house to imprison, serving me helplessly in trouble and pain; sometimes, Lulu will become a female hero or a female nurse, and her clothes and identity are constantly moving towards fantasy and exciting; sometimes, Lulu will even become my sister, my daughter, call me brother, call me dad, and incest with me...
In short, how fierce it is, how violent it is.
Every time, the final outcome must be under some violence or coercion of a plot. She had to cry, shame, despair, and pain, and use her purest body and under my tyranny to do the most humiliating and lewd movements to please me. I would play with her breasts. I more and more fantasize about her crying and blowjobing for me. But because of fear and helplessness, she would eventually stick out her pretty little buttocks like a puppy to facilitate my insertion...
And I will insert into her body in the most shameful posture, listen to her pleasure, and enjoy her loss of virility...
Then……
Comfort my humiliating and desperate self-esteem.
Sometimes, I would fantasize that she finally realized that everything was her fault, and then knelt in front of me and begged for my forgiveness. She took off her school uniform humbly and humiliatedly, only wearing pure, cute, but sexy and charming girl underwear, rubbing me with her breasts and vagina, torture myself in exchange for my pleasure, begging me to enjoy her body to compensate her faults...
In that scene, I sneered, I disdained, she continued to beg, I continued to disdain...
In the end, she could only take the initiative to climb onto my body, sit down hard, and take the initiative to comfort my dignity with the bright red of virgin blood and the youngest screams of breaking my body...
This is my fantasy of Lulu. From those love-lingering, warm and charming, and love-loving sex, it finally turned into crazy, exciting, perverted, and full of delusions.
In fantasy, when masturbating, orgasm, I gain the last dignity.
But in the real world, I am even more embarrassed and humiliated.
Lulu seemed to realize that I was actually a tall and big but had nothing, and she could no longer give me gifts. Or maybe she had never thought about it before, but as I struggled to death, I was getting more and more rumored to ask her for a little bit of advantage. She began to realize my vulgarity and lust, and she became more and more willing to express her disgust.
She had already said it clearly: She was a high school student and had not yet grown up. All the hints about love were blasphemy and insults to her...
Everything is my own imagination. I should be more mature and don’t continue like this.
I am like a fool, I smiled to the sky, I masturbate wildly, I am unkempt, I continue to masturbate... I am really like a fool.
I began to caress my sword-blade.
The more desperate a person is, the more crazy he is, the more unreasonable he does...
Until the day before yesterday, I finally gave her a gift of 1,000 yuan, then opened her small window and told her that I like her, I love her, and I want to be with her...
Hope she can give me a chance.
She returned the money and sent me a long sentence. She told me that she was still young and would not consider these things at all. She expressed her apologies, which caused me to have a misunderstanding. Then she also said:
Brother Shitou, I hope we can still be friends, but my classmates all said that in this case, saying "being friends" is also a hint, which will easily make people continue to misunderstand and lose their direction.We should all be more mature. My language, body shape, or even an expression should no longer disturb your life and give you more misunderstandings.So I decided not to contact you anymore and hope to get your understanding.I hope that my immature little determination can become your life in the future, but it is a sweet and warm memory.When you joke with your future wife and children, you miss me, a naughty girl and a passerby in life... I am very sorry.
How great she wrote, how mature, how considerate, how romantic she was, how she wrote, and she also used you...and then, blocked me.
I was taught by a seventeen-year-old girl in a gentle but actually educational tone to teach her how to be a person, how to treat her feelings correctly, and how to mature...
I lost everything my father left me, and I also owed seven credit cards and a small loan company's owed.
What I left behind...is a memory of a seventeen-year-old girl teaching me to be a human being.
Actually, I know very well that all this was done by myself, and I can't blame Lulu.
It was my own stupidity, lust, fantasy, immature, ignorance, unrealistic, and irresponsible that made everything happen today.
It was my lolita control, it was my dream, it was my romance novel or pornographic film that I had watched too many movies, it was my toad who wanted to eat swan meat, trying to touch the girl I didn't deserve...
It is because I never want to face the gap between my social class and my desires.
It’s me vain, I pretend to be a big shot, I’m not restrained...
It's my fantasy...
I deserve the love of a pure, literary, and beautiful girl.
Lulu has never lied to me...
Isn't it?
Even though she was a little vain, she showed some deliberate gratitude and favor when she received my gift...
But she never said she wanted to give herself to her body. She even spoke carefully and didn't even say that she liked her. It was me who was deceiving herself...
Isn't it?
However, when people reach this point, if they don’t find a partner to vent their anger, can they really commit suicide?!
……
Only at this moment did I truly understand that sentence My life is like a coffee table filled with tragedy...
, People can use this sentence as a joke, but only those who are truly abandoned by life can appreciate the sorrow, despair, and deep self-mockery in this sentence.
I can't face all this, just like every time I can't face it, I choose to escape...
I continued to choose to escape.
Just like when someone sings very badly, when singing karaoke, sometimes she will deliberately sing louder and more out of tune, I just want to make everything worse, more chaotic, and more ridiculous, and cover up my previous badness, chaos and absurdity.
I found out that the community where Lulu lives in her sister's house... I brought the three-edged military sect that had been with me for many years but was also hidden under the bed for many years...
I'm already desperate for my life like this coffee table.I don’t have the courage to face the humiliation that life has given me.
I'm going to sneak into Lulu's room, I'm going to rape her!
I want to realize my lustful sexual fantasies, and I want to use her virgin blood to commemorate my tragic life like this coffee table!
I stood at this urban-rural fence, outside the newly built community wall called Xihuayuan, letting the dark green iron railings and the shadow of the sycamore trees cover my body in the night.
I took a deep breath, regardless of the dusty air, with the temperature of summer, I tried to stabilize my breathing rhythm and tension, but the effect was not so obvious...
My palms, which were tightly clenched, were covered in smooth sweat. I could clearly hear my heartbeat and thump, and I could also feel my bones and joints making a giggle due to tension...
I just watched the 23rd building in Xihuayuan, with dark black shadows in the night sky, and only a few sporadic lights, telling the most common occupancy rate of newly built communities.
……
I forgot to introduce it. My name is Ishikawa Yue. I am now an unemployed vagrant who just lost his job.
Just a month ago, I was a real estate agent in a small branch in Xinkongjiang District, Wannian Real Estate.
Tonight, I will sneak into this community, go to Building 23, Room 03 on the 17th floor, and rape a female high school student!
……
Things still have to start from the beginning.
My name is Ishikawa Yue. Because the homonym of Chuan Yue and Time Travel, I have been often nicknamed as jokes since I was a child. In fact, my name has nothing to do with time traveling through time. My father gave me this name purely a harmonious meaning. The good intention of Changchuan returning to the sea and carp leaping on the dragon gate.
However, I was unable to go to Changchuan, the sea or the carp jumped at the dragon gate. I grew up in a dilapidated small county town. I have been studying very well since I was a child. Apart from sports, I have no decent grades.
I also learned to smoke, skip classes, fight, and occasionally play mahjong poker. I even thieves and go to the next elementary school with a few buddies to blackmail the pocket money of primary school students...
Although I didn't do anything that was particularly illegal, sometimes I also put on a sword-killing sword, thinking that I was a gangster.
Although I seemed to be very brave at that time, I was quite capable of fighting...
But I didn't think of the young and dandy. After graduating from high school, I left my hometown in a daze and came to this big city. The name of "entering the world" is actually just a job with a meager income.
I have worked as a loader, waiter, Internet cafe network administrator, and furniture installer. In short, they are all jobs that have no future at all, will never be stable, and cannot be considered professional. The last job is to be a real estate agent in an intermediary company. After all, the threshold for this kind of work is always relatively low, and the time is relatively free...
In fact, today, the big cities in Country C are full of young people like me. They are hungry and full, pay rent, water, electricity, coal, food, drink, defecation, sleep, and move. The rest in their wallet is often a negative number.
During this period, I just handed over a girlfriend with ordinary conditions on the construction site, and it was a hasty matter. As for the sexual desire of this most vigorous boy, in addition to masturbating, he occasionally went to the hair salon to find a hair wash girl to vent his feelings.
Fortunately, my single dad passed away at a young age.
Fortunately, I know that I am not very filial to two words, but it is indeed the case in terms of economics.
His lifelong savings were left for me to a house in my hometown. Coincidentally, the housing prices rose sharply a few years ago, and even a small county town like my hometown could be sold for more than 100,000 yuan. I sold the house and I had a deposit of 180,000 yuan...
I originally thought that I was an agent, and I was familiar with the family, so I could collect information, see suitable housing, buy a house in the city, find a wife to get married, etc.
Later I found out that I was not smart enough. In the big cities of Country C, I couldn’t afford to buy a toilet, let alone buy a house.
I put that money in the bank to earn interest, but the housing prices rose one round after another. I regretted that I shouldn't have sold the house in my hometown...
After two years, I became a ridiculous person with 180,000 yuan in savings, but no house, no relatives, and no serious job.
Every day, I seriously introduced Zhang San and Li Si to buy wedding houses, villas, and improve living conditions, and persuaded people to carry out various speculative financing and housing purchase plans...
I can only rent a house.
Then... I met this girl named Lulu on the Internet.
Lulu is a high school student who came to the provincial capital to study. She is in her second year of high school this year. She is also a female anchor on a live broadcast platform.
All right……
I was surprised. In my understanding, singing, acting cute, and playing games in the live broadcast room of the live broadcast platform can only be considered a pastime or hobby. It turns out that in this day and age, the female live broadcasts in the live broadcast room can be considered a person's positioning or profession.
Of course, because Lulu is only seventeen years old and is still in high school, it is rare for girls such a young age in the live broadcast room, let alone professionalism.
In most cases, Lulu's live broadcast content is singing, chatting, and even doing homework exercises live. Only occasionally can she perform some simple dance moves.
In fact, Lulu's live broadcast room is very popular. At most, two or three hundred people watch online at the same time. In most cases, there are about one hundred or even dozens of viewers. Considering that the data of this live broadcast platform is suspected of encouraging fraud, I suspect that there should be fewer than dozens of real viewers in her room. Many people just browse the barrage, but they are actually her classmates. It turns out that they have made this live broadcast platform the chat room of their class.
According to Lulu herself, she was a sophomore high school student who came to the provincial capital to study after being admitted to the provincial capital. For convenience, she is now living in her sister's house where she works in the provincial capital.
The reason why I was attracted by this unpopular little anchor was perhaps because everything about Lulu, including her image, speech and live broadcast content, was very pure, and a special student was not contaminated at all. At that time, I happened to have some leisure time, maybe because of my relationship, it was a small harbor where I could stay for a little after get off work every day.
Lulu never wears exposed clothes, never wears makeup, or wears accessories. She doesn't even know how to use beauty shots, and she doesn't deliberately show her female appearance or charm to chat about sex. Occasionally, a few netizens who pass by her mouth and don't say anything about flirting with girls, and she will blush, frown, and block it. She is completely a little girl who is still studying. She uses the gaps of studying every day to secretly peek at the wonderful world on the Internet...
I, who came out of a small county town, may be even more attracted by this innocent temperament without makeup.
Her live broadcast content is also quite simple. She often appears in front of the camera after learning to have dinner at 8 or 9 o'clock in the morning, wearing the school uniform of their school, then chats and laughs with the fans in the live broadcast room, and starts talking about today's homework, teacher Ah and other things. Sometimes she will seriously discuss how to solve physics and math problems. Fans (it seems to be her classmates) always praise her as the artistic class beauty in No. 2 Middle School, and then when she makes a fuss, she will blush...
When she occasionally sings a song, she will only move the camera and perform some very basic ballet movements when she is very happy.
Her singing is average and her dancing literacy is not professional, but her body is light and weak, and has a strong youthful and artistic atmosphere. Every time she tiptoes and swings her arms, it makes people feel refreshed...
At least it makes me feel like I'm in a dream.
In fact, Lulu's face should be considered very beautiful. She is not the same kind of Internet celebrity face, but a little round face. Her nose and head are also small and round, her cheeks are white and glutinous, and her eyes are a little small. When she smiles, she will turn into a crescent moon, but she is quite distinctive. Lulu's figure is also relatively petite. In addition to her face, she even feels a little weak. When she sees it, she makes people feel a desire and impulse to protect her.
She likes to tie a cute side ponytail, which is simple but a little playful. She has a school uniform and sportswear. She occasionally wears a cute plain turtleneck sweater or a wide long-sleeved T-shirt. Not to mention showing off her skin, you can't even think about how to appreciate it.
However, this delicate and conservative campus style makes her image and temperament of a key high school class beauties more prominent and charming...
At that time, I was really...
Alas, when I think about it now, it is actually an alternative sperm brain and overestimating one's ability...
I just felt unstable and fantasy about this little loli who was obviously about 10 years younger than me.
Every night after I finish work, I often wait in her live broadcast room until she gets off the broadcast, chatting and laughing with her, opening her small window, brushing her barrage, and occasionally brushing her gifts with virtual props.
Because there are actually very few people in the live broadcast room, I am one of the few loyal fans of Lulu, and Lulu is also quite kind to me.
She called me Brother Shitou, and I called her Lulu...
In addition to some of the things that are not, she would even complain to me that she will be in the third year of high school next year and actually wants to take the art school, but her parents and sister disagree. She must take the college entrance examination and take a serious major.
I would also pretend to behave, hide my instinctive violence and shallowness, give her some life suggestions, and share with her the interesting stories from the society I encountered at work, which often makes her laugh.
As an agent, you will always meet all kinds of different people, all kinds of life that make people feel emotional or funny. The Zhang family’s divorce is a real estate, and the Li family’s support is a real estate...
In the city, such a thing is the most appropriate thing to use with this little girl who is ignorant of the world as a topic of conversation.
Lulu also loves to listen to me tell these stories...
At that time, I couldn't help but fantasize whether I and this girl could be considered as having a good impression or destiny in a sense.
Later, the live broadcast platform became popular for a while, and the rules of the event made it very popular.
Lulu said that what list should she make for an unpopular room like her, otherwise the fixed room number may be cancelled, and she will be quite disappointed if the fixed room number is cancelled.
I am one of her few adult fans. I was very proud of her for a moment and bragged that I had just sold a big villa and had a large commission. I gave her room a gift worth about 1,300 yuan in one breath to support the activity of her room.
Most of the time in her room was a student party, which may not be as good as me...
That behavior, let alone Lulu, the few young fans who often came to the room were all envious.
As for me, I couldn't help but pretend to be a successful man in my career and said a few words like "I don't have to take it to heart" or "I don't have to take it to my face."
During those days, she was particularly grateful to me and opened my window to thank me. From then on, she just had to get off the broadcast, and occasionally, she would chat with me on WeChat and phone...
The sound like a lark made me intoxicated...
Then, Lulu actually called me back 500 yuan through WeChat. She said that she was not for the gift, but just to maintain the existence of that live broadcast room. She sang, chatted, danced, and listened to the praise of her classmates. She was to make up for her loss of being forced to take the art exam by her parents; she was unwilling to spend money, so she took out all the pocket money and returned it to me. She knew it was not easy for me to make money, so she wanted to make up for my losses.
At that time, I was really moved. Although 1,300 yuan is not a small amount for me, since I had already consumed it for a moment, I never thought about whether to regret it or not. I didn’t expect Lulu would compensate me with her pocket money...
I am really glad that I met a little girl who has no supplies at all and has a pure heart, so beautiful and charming.
I gave in and accepted the 500 yuan...
Then, he became even more out of control and tried hard to give gifts in her room.
At that time, I also admitted that I was a little bit hindered, and even saw that many customers were left behind, just mingling in Lulu's live broadcast room and WeChat.
I really enjoyed the pleasure of her opening my small window every day and popping my WeChat, as if two private lovers were whispering to thank me...
Once I gave the gift, she would not only be sweet in the live broadcast room, thank you Brother Shitou, but she would also open my window to chat with me after the broadcast. Thank me for chatting with me about her life in school, and also patiently listen to me and continue to brag...
Once, I couldn't help it, as if I wanted to test her feelings for me. After I made a nervous request, she didn't mind at all. In the WeChat window, she began to occasionally send me one or two temporary selfies before going to bed after the broadcast.
What a private, intimate and even sweet feeling of two-person world.
Although I don’t dare to prove it, I always feel that a girl’s relationship with her should be a big step forward when sending a specific selfie to a man.
Lulu's selfies are also without makeup, but in fact they are selfies before going to bed.
Simple, elegant and beautiful, smiling at the camera with her crescent eyes, but when I thought of it, it was this little loli wearing home clothes in her room before going to bed, and she took a photo to show me alone...
I couldn't help but be so sweet that my mind was filled with roars, and it felt like I was in love.
Sometimes, the selfies Lulu gave me were no longer the school uniform she often wore in front of the camera, but the pajamas she got off the broadcast, took a shower, and changed into...
Although the girl’s pajamas will never take the sexy route, for a boy like me, the pajamas of a girl from a key high school are covered tightly, even if the color, pattern, texture, and the symbol of purity and privacy...
Maybe it's more exciting than sexy and interesting costumes.
Moreover, the girls' clothes and rooms are so exquisite...
The background of Lulu's live broadcast room is her bedroom. I guess it was a small room of thirteen or four square meters, which was painted very simple and exquisite. The background in front of the live broadcast camera was a single birch bed one foot two.
Lulu seems to like pink and blue. Her bed sheets are sometimes pink and blue with cartoon letters, and sometimes they are purer and purer. There is a pink and blue Winnie Bear's desk lamp on a small bedside table; on the wall near the door of the room, there is a large sliding door wardrobe with jasmine patterns, which looks quite luxurious. Although it never moves away, I imagine that Lulu's inner and outer dresses should be placed quietly and exquisitely inside; Lulu's curtains are in the beige plaid and heavy velvet style, and are also inlaid with cute pink and blue stars; on her bed, sometimes, for the sake of lens effects, there is a huge Sharpe Pig Doll toy.
Everything is so exquisite, neat, delicate and romantic...
Lulu is very careful. Except for sometimes, there are school uniforms, sweaters, etc., which are neatly folded and placed on the bedside. However, in the whole shot, there will definitely be no sexy hints that the female anchor deliberately puts on, let alone the highlights of underwear and bras...
However, such simplicity, mystery and warmth make me even more imaginative...
At the beginning, I never fancied Lulu. I told myself that she was a little classmate, a child, or a little sister I met by chance. She was my little angel. I could only love her and should not desecrate her...
However, as her relationship with her became more and more intimate in my feelings, until one day, she might not notice that the angle and effect of a selfie photo she sent me was particularly good. The lines under the thin snow-white cotton pajamas were particularly charming. I noticed that Lulu's small breasts were so round, and under the school uniform, there were actually quite attractive curves, and Lulu's small hips were so tight and full...
Nowadays, girls are well-nutrition and well-maintained, so they are always better developed than our generation.
Lulu's figure looks a bit petite and weak overall, but from that angle, from that photo, there are two very obvious breast balls wrapped in her thin pajamas under her bra, and the two very obvious bulges at the top that you can't move your eyes no matter how you...
And her waist is so slender that her cute buttocks under her home pants are round and not fat at all, as if she has the roundness and beauty of life and youth.
Comparing the unique fair and delicate skin of Lulu's seventeen-year-old girl...
That night, I couldn't help but start to fantasize about Lulu's body, fantasize about having sex with her, fantasize about rape, blasphemy, and infringement on her...
...And during crazy masturbation, I ejaculated and ejaculated on a bed...
From that day on, I became more excited to give gifts and asked Lulu more diligently to take selfies. I could only fall asleep after I had fantasized about Lulu every day...
I imagined her neck, collarbone, veins, chest, breasts, areola, nipples, waist, spine, lower abdomen, navel, buttocks, thighs, calf, feet...
Even imagined her vagina and buttocks.
Of course I have never seen all this, but I can imagine that after beautifying the most beautiful loli-shaped female worry-like body I saw in the A-film, I imagined that I hugged Lulu and kissed her, and imagined that she would respond shyly. She let out a tender whimper, she would cover her face shyly, and then I could continue to caress and enjoy her body, feel her curves, blaspheme her purity, and taste her chastity...
Because she loves me too, she willingly dedicated her body to me.
However, often without thinking for a long time, I can't help but squirt in the madness. The plot that is too exciting cannot even reach. Sometimes, think about the opening foreplay, imagine that she is sitting in my arms, using her little butt to smear my lower body, kissing me, and asking me to touch her breasts through her clothes. I can't stand it. My mind starts to gangster, and starts rubbing my penis wildly, reaching orgasm directly. Those too profane, too exciting, and too extreme plots cannot even emerge...
The more I fantasized, the more I would beautify Lulu's body. Actually, I have never seen it before, but every detail of the body seemed to be vivid in my mind, whether it was vision, touch, or taste...
They are all so real and perfect.
I have no qualifications to fall in love with an excellent girl. I imagined the unity of soul and flesh, that's it.
Of course, as my fantasy of Lulu became stronger and stronger, I began to feel tentatively confessed to her.
I send her Gdmrning, Gdaftternn, and Gdnigh every day, and sing her in a pretentious manner on WeChat. I spent the whole day like this, the world of the two..., I would start kissing her with expressions, I would praise her with a slightly provocative meaning, and I even sent her a few photos that I thought I was quite stylish.
Lulu doesn't seem to like my joke about crossing the line.
Sometimes, if I say a little too much, she will get angry and upset. Brother Shitou, if you do this again, I will ignore you!
But this pure, lovely and flawless performance made me feel more intense about her.
I subconsciously beautified her into a spotless fairy on earth, and into a gift from God to me, Lser.
……
Then, when I woke up, I realized that I had already spent 350,000 yuan in Lulu's live broadcast room!
……
Yes, it really happened unknowingly.
Although Lulu has always advised me not to give gifts like this, maybe Lulu is always too sincere in every thanks; maybe she interacts with me every time I buy gifts, and every time I buy gifts alone, I don’t feel too much pressure. Sometimes it’s dozens of dollars, sometimes it’s hundreds, and occasionally it’s thousands...
In short, when I felt the pressure to check the accounts, it was like a dream...
I've actually bought 350,000!
Here, in addition to the 180,000 inheritance left to me by my dad, there are also many of them, including several credit cards that I overdraw from each other, and even several deposits sent by misappropriated customers.
Humans are really an escaped animal.
Of course, I had known that I had no money anymore, but as long as the company and customers were not urging me to get more and more nervous, I could continue to escape with a drunken and dreamy way.
Because as long as I keep giving gifts, I can play another me here in Lulu, not a small urban loser who can achieve nothing, but a capable and resourceful me who can support girls, dream girls, and trust girls.
That feeling is so good that I can't stop, stopping, it's like a dream, everything is gone...
Lulu wants to make the list, I will win!
Lulu wants to recommend it, I will try it!
Lulu is going to enter the homepage, I'll do it!
Lulu wants to participate in the event, I will try it!
Not to mention Lulu's admiration and dependence on me, even the few classmates in Lulu's room obviously respected and envied me. In the eyes of their students, I am different from the world of students. A successful adult can freely control money.
...Although, except for the meager salary and commission, I actually have no other source of income. All of this, now when I think of Alibaba, it is all absurd nonsense.
It was not until a client discovered something strange and found my unit. My unit fired me without hesitation to clear my relationship with me and sent me a lawyer letter asking me to repay those deposits. I was in a hurry and started borrowing money and looking for a job again. I seemed to wake up from my dream and realized that I had caused a big disaster.
But I can't blame Lulu for everything. I voluntarily. Lulu never forced me, and she didn't even ask me for it...
However, my most serious problem now is that the company is no longer collecting debts, but...
I can't really get gifts anymore.
The cash has been running out, all those credit cards have been locked, and the last money has been turned into a virtual sea of flowers...
That platform is hosting an offline carnival event, and more than many active anchors can be invited. Lulu is not a famous young anchor, but because she still thinks about her acting dream, the event is attended by the media, so she really wants to go there, maybe she thinks that there may be some chance...
This time, she asked me apologetically, but...
I can't really get gifts anymore.
It may be a moment of brain destruction, or it may be a technical movement caused by panic when I woke up from a dream. That day, I finally made Lulu come out for tea and chatted...
I numb myself, hoping that it was a date, a breaking point of a love story, and the scene I secretly fantasized about is roughly like this:
I will meet Lulu in a cafe. Of course, she will dress up beautifully and charmingly. Then I will chat with her earnest and domineeringly and handsomely like a mature elder brother in a Korean TV series, telling her that everything on the live broadcast platform is marketing planning, she should concentrate on her studies and not be addicted to it. She will be in her senior year next year, and should study hard, take a college entrance exam, or...
She should have a showdown with her parents. Since she wants to take the art exam, she has to take it. And I will still accompany her and take care of her in the live broadcast room, but don’t play with those vanity anymore.
She should be moved. She should already have a lot of feelings for me. A seventeen-year-old girl should have just started to fall in love, have a heart that can taste love, and begin to understand the affairs of men and women. Today's social information is so developed. Even a girl as pure as Lulu should understand what love is.
She might have been obsessed with me for a long time, and she might confess to me shyly and tell me: she doesn't know anything, she doesn't know anything, but she will listen to me.
Then, she would hint very shyly: she was still young and had never thought about that aspect.
When she said this, she looked at me secretly, but was afraid that I would be angry. That would be very cute and charming...
Then, I will tell her very generously: I can wait for her to grow up and wait for her to graduate from college.
She would be very happy...
Then, I would ask her a few more times, and then, finally, one time, she wouldn't help but kiss me in a dark little corner for the first time.
She will present her tender, thin, gentle and cute lips that she has never opened to the opposite sex. I will sprinkle my emotions on her lips, and also engrave my mark on it. Maybe...
When kissing, I can take advantage of her being infatuated. For the first time, I touched her intoxicating breasts through my sweater, or touched her tight buttocks through my jeans. It was the physical contact I had been dreaming of for a long time. I had long wanted to truly feel the elasticity of Lulu's body...
Then, only then would I hug her and tell her with fearless courage and an innocent tone: I spent hundreds of thousands for her.
She would throw her into my arms with a whistle, saying it was all her fault, begging for my forgiveness, saying that she was sorry for me, I would tell her generously: money can be earned again, our love will be eternal in heaven and earth.
Then, she would definitely be too embarrassed, but in order to express her apology and reward, she kissed me, kissed me, and even rubbed me with her breasts and lower body, just like the things that those young couples in love hid under the shade of the tree and do secretly, because the best gift she could use to express gratitude, apology and love to me was her body.
Then in a few days, when she goes to college, I will unbutton her buttons with my own hands, unbutton the buckle of her bra, take off the small inner inside that tightly wrapped her hips, and thoroughly appreciate all her secrets, all her tenderness, and all her delicateness. Then I will touch and kiss her, caress and kiss inch by inch, and declare my sovereignty on her body with my hands and my lips...
Until she was passionate, until she melted like a hot spring, until she began to be crushed by me...
Finally, I can use my masculine and mighty penis to explore her shameful girl's vagina, and explore in her pink, juice-filled shameful flesh...
I would be very gentle, and use a few silky blood marks and a slightly painful expression when the girl lost her body, to bring Lulu and me to a brand new world of two.
...Watching now, aren’t the losers who overestimate themselves and think with their lower body often so ridiculously immersed in their own fantasies?
In fact, that date was completely different from what I thought, it was so bad that it couldn't be worse.
Lulu seemed not very satisfied with my appearance and her urgent attempts...
In the cafe, we chatted for a while, and I said a few words of my affection for her, but the atmosphere was a bit awkward...
It is obvious that she is just polite. The disappointment of an urban girl to see a boring adult working netizen is undoubtedly exposed.
She was still very cute talking and laughing, but there was actually only one content of the words in the first half: she really wanted to attend that carnival.
and……
She seemed very smart. From my expression and expression, I could also hear that I was unable to support her. Therefore, the content of her words in the second half of the year was actually another simple message: she had homework to review and was leaving...
I didn't have the chance to say those lines that I designed.
That day, I was in a daze and walked back to my rental house like I was drunk.
Dreams are just awakening.When I woke up, my body was filled with biting pain.
Despair, depression, anger, and humiliation surged in my heart.Not to Lulu, but to the ridiculous me.Why didn't I think of it before?!!!What a ridiculous fool I am?!!!
She was seventeen years old, and I was twenty-five years old.
She was born in a big city, and I was born in a small county town where no one knew it.
She is in her second year of high school, and she is a key middle school. Whether she takes the art school or not, she has a bright future...I only have a high school diploma worthless.
She has a bright future, but I am just a fool-like real estate agent... still goes bankrupt.
She is so beautiful...I am so ordinary and even vulgar.
She gave me a glimpse of the beauty of a world, but forgot to remind me: those are not the prosperity and splendor I deserve.
Her life may be a pastoral path with flowers blooming. I am just a frog that happened to be jumping by the roadside; and my life is like a coffee table filled with tragedy.
Then, the more I recalled, the more I felt that the meeting that day was terrible. Didn’t I realize that my clothes and shoes were not famous brands?
Have I paid attention to matching?
Am I too vulgar and have no decent conversation at all?
Didn’t I realize that even the details of ordering a cup of coffee would expose the embarrassment and low-end of my urban working people?
Didn’t I realize that except for living in this world for a few more years, I have no male charm worth showing off or showing?
I actually want to chase a class girl from a key high school?
Or a love a year later?
Do I think I am a big shot?
I was so ignorant, fantasizing about what would happen between me and her...
And all the foundations that support my ridiculous sexual fantasies are the last bit of inheritance left to me by my dad and the deficit of several credit cards.
Despair, depression, anger, humiliation.I really understand the meaning of a tragic life with a deep understanding.
People are so ridiculous.
Then, perhaps to escape the pain of the real world, I didn’t face anything in those days, but masturbated even harder, fantasizing about Lulu masturbating wildly.
The plot in the fantasy is finally becoming more and more exaggerated, fierce and perverted, and more evil and crazy.
That kind of anger, humiliation, despair, and frustration turned into my increasingly blasphemous thoughts of Lulu.
I began to fantasize more about not having sex with her, but about rape her, or even rape her
She, humiliated her, and tortured her.
My fantasies, from pornographic novels to pornographic films, to the extreme fantasies in the darkest corners of a man’s heart.
Sometimes, Lulu becomes a tied girl, tied up and raped by me with a rope in the most lustful way; sometimes, Lulu will be dragged to my dirty rental house to imprison, serving me helplessly in trouble and pain; sometimes, Lulu will become a female hero or a female nurse, and her clothes and identity are constantly moving towards fantasy and exciting; sometimes, Lulu will even become my sister, my daughter, call me brother, call me dad, and incest with me...
In short, how fierce it is, how violent it is.
Every time, the final outcome must be under some violence or coercion of a plot. She had to cry, shame, despair, and pain, and use her purest body and under my tyranny to do the most humiliating and lewd movements to please me. I would play with her breasts. I more and more fantasize about her crying and blowjobing for me. But because of fear and helplessness, she would eventually stick out her pretty little buttocks like a puppy to facilitate my insertion...
And I will insert into her body in the most shameful posture, listen to her pleasure, and enjoy her loss of virility...
Then……
Comfort my humiliating and desperate self-esteem.
Sometimes, I would fantasize that she finally realized that everything was her fault, and then knelt in front of me and begged for my forgiveness. She took off her school uniform humbly and humiliatedly, only wearing pure, cute, but sexy and charming girl underwear, rubbing me with her breasts and vagina, torture myself in exchange for my pleasure, begging me to enjoy her body to compensate her faults...
In that scene, I sneered, I disdained, she continued to beg, I continued to disdain...
In the end, she could only take the initiative to climb onto my body, sit down hard, and take the initiative to comfort my dignity with the bright red of virgin blood and the youngest screams of breaking my body...
This is my fantasy of Lulu. From those love-lingering, warm and charming, and love-loving sex, it finally turned into crazy, exciting, perverted, and full of delusions.
In fantasy, when masturbating, orgasm, I gain the last dignity.
But in the real world, I am even more embarrassed and humiliated.
Lulu seemed to realize that I was actually a tall and big but had nothing, and she could no longer give me gifts. Or maybe she had never thought about it before, but as I struggled to death, I was getting more and more rumored to ask her for a little bit of advantage. She began to realize my vulgarity and lust, and she became more and more willing to express her disgust.
She had already said it clearly: She was a high school student and had not yet grown up. All the hints about love were blasphemy and insults to her...
Everything is my own imagination. I should be more mature and don’t continue like this.
I am like a fool, I smiled to the sky, I masturbate wildly, I am unkempt, I continue to masturbate... I am really like a fool.
I began to caress my sword-blade.
The more desperate a person is, the more crazy he is, the more unreasonable he does...
Until the day before yesterday, I finally gave her a gift of 1,000 yuan, then opened her small window and told her that I like her, I love her, and I want to be with her...
Hope she can give me a chance.
She returned the money and sent me a long sentence. She told me that she was still young and would not consider these things at all. She expressed her apologies, which caused me to have a misunderstanding. Then she also said:
Brother Shitou, I hope we can still be friends, but my classmates all said that in this case, saying "being friends" is also a hint, which will easily make people continue to misunderstand and lose their direction.We should all be more mature. My language, body shape, or even an expression should no longer disturb your life and give you more misunderstandings.So I decided not to contact you anymore and hope to get your understanding.I hope that my immature little determination can become your life in the future, but it is a sweet and warm memory.When you joke with your future wife and children, you miss me, a naughty girl and a passerby in life... I am very sorry.
How great she wrote, how mature, how considerate, how romantic she was, how she wrote, and she also used you...and then, blocked me.
I was taught by a seventeen-year-old girl in a gentle but actually educational tone to teach her how to be a person, how to treat her feelings correctly, and how to mature...
I lost everything my father left me, and I also owed seven credit cards and a small loan company's owed.
What I left behind...is a memory of a seventeen-year-old girl teaching me to be a human being.
Actually, I know very well that all this was done by myself, and I can't blame Lulu.
It was my own stupidity, lust, fantasy, immature, ignorance, unrealistic, and irresponsible that made everything happen today.
It was my lolita control, it was my dream, it was my romance novel or pornographic film that I had watched too many movies, it was my toad who wanted to eat swan meat, trying to touch the girl I didn't deserve...
It is because I never want to face the gap between my social class and my desires.
It’s me vain, I pretend to be a big shot, I’m not restrained...
It's my fantasy...
I deserve the love of a pure, literary, and beautiful girl.
Lulu has never lied to me...
Isn't it?
Even though she was a little vain, she showed some deliberate gratitude and favor when she received my gift...
But she never said she wanted to give herself to her body. She even spoke carefully and didn't even say that she liked her. It was me who was deceiving herself...
Isn't it?
However, when people reach this point, if they don’t find a partner to vent their anger, can they really commit suicide?!
……
Only at this moment did I truly understand that sentence My life is like a coffee table filled with tragedy...
, People can use this sentence as a joke, but only those who are truly abandoned by life can appreciate the sorrow, despair, and deep self-mockery in this sentence.
I can't face all this, just like every time I can't face it, I choose to escape...
I continued to choose to escape.
Just like when someone sings very badly, when singing karaoke, sometimes she will deliberately sing louder and more out of tune, I just want to make everything worse, more chaotic, and more ridiculous, and cover up my previous badness, chaos and absurdity.
I found out that the community where Lulu lives in her sister's house... I brought the three-edged military sect that had been with me for many years but was also hidden under the bed for many years...
I'm already desperate for my life like this coffee table.I don’t have the courage to face the humiliation that life has given me.
I'm going to sneak into Lulu's room, I'm going to rape her!
I want to realize my lustful sexual fantasies, and I want to use her virgin blood to commemorate my tragic life like this coffee table!
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