Girlfriend
Wang Xianzhu held back for a moment, but couldn't hold back any longer. He lunged forward in a single stride and, in broad daylight, wrapped his arms around the utterly unprepared Xiuyan.
In the midst of Xiuyan's panicked expression, he held her tightly, crushing his lips against her soft, red ones!
"Holy shit!!!" I shouted, staring in stunned disbelief at the scene unfolding before me...
Wang Xianzhu was like a python coiled around its prey. One thick arm bound Xiuyan's body tight, while the other clamped down on the back of her delicate head, refusing to let their lips part.
Xiuyan struggled desperately in fright, but Wang Xianzhu's strength was overwhelming—she couldn't break free no matter what. In desperation, she kept shooting me pleading looks, begging me to save her.
When she saw out of the corner of her eye that I hadn't moved from my spot, something shifted. Xiuyan seemed to give up the fight, her body trembling as a misty haze filled her eyes, letting Wang Xianzhu kiss her without end.
I was completely dumbfounded. Just moments ago, Wang Xianzhu had seemed perfectly normal—how had he suddenly lost his mind?
Under my dazed gaze, Xiuyan's face, once flushed with utter humiliation, now bloomed with a deep red blush. Her ears turned a luscious crimson, and even her flawless, milky-white arms took on a rosy tint.
Xiuyan's alluring body went limp in Wang Xianzhu's arms, her long, slender legs buckling beneath her. Only his embrace kept her from sliding to the ground.
The previous two times Wang Xianzhu had forced a kiss on Xiuyan had been quick brushes—over in an instant.
The first was in the dark cinema, cut short by Xiuyan's slap the moment their lips met. The second was indoors, a light touch before he bolted, giving neither of us time to react.
But now, in the full light of day on a busy street under the sun, Wang Xianzhu was kissing her with raw power and dominance, leaving her no chance to escape.
My best friend was passionately kissing the woman I loved most, right in front of me! The realization hit like a thunderbolt—my blood surged, my heart pounded wildly, and I felt like I was about to explode.
Wang Xianzhu's brazen audacity slammed into me like a freight train...
I stood frozen in place, watching their street-side makeout session. It felt like an instant had passed, yet also like an eternity...
Several seconds later, I snapped out of it and rushed over to pull them apart.
But by then, a few onlookers had gathered, cheering and clapping at the public display: "One more!"
I yanked them apart and dragged them away, planning to settle things with Wang Xianzhu once we were out of sight.
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Once we were far enough that no one could see, all three of us were panting from the run.
Xiuyan caught her breath first and charged at Wang Xianzhu, pummeling him mercilessly. He just curled up, arms over his head, begging for mercy.
I was debating whether to join in for a two-on-one when I heard Xiuyan snarling through gritted teeth: "Wang Xianzhu! You shameless bastard! I've put up with you all afternoon, and now you're pushing it too far!!"
She snatched a red brick from the ground and swung it at his head!
I jumped in alarm, grabbing her arm. "Xiuyan, calm down—this could kill him!"
"Li Wei! Let go of me! This is all because of you..." She whipped around, glaring at me with accusation and resentment.
Wang Xianzhu, who had been cowering, looked up and saw her about to go for the kill. He snapped, lunging at her while she was held back by me, defenseless. He wrapped her in a bear hug, howling madly: "Sis-in-law! Hit me! Kill me if you want—but I have to tell you, I love you! Sis-in-law, be my girlfriend! I don't care if you're marrying my bro. Be my girlfriend, or I won't let go even in death!"
I froze, my grip loosening instinctively.
What the hell was this?!
What the actual fuck?!
Who could tell me if they'd ever dealt with something like this?!
My brother confessing to my fiancée—right in front of me?!
My hands itched to grab a brick and bash this turtle's head in!
"You shameless prick!!!" With Xiuyan's furious roar of utter humiliation, the brick came crashing down!
BANG!!!!
The brick split in two. Wang Xianzhu's head split open, blood spraying like a fountain from his forehead.
"Holy shit!" I recoiled in shock. I hadn't expected Xiuyan to hit him that hard.
Wang Xianzhu's head was instantly drenched in blood, his face unrecognizable, but he didn't waver. Like a rabid dog, he clung to Xiuyan, refusing to let go.
I yanked at him futilely from the side, so pissed I started hunting for another brick.
Wang Xianzhu held on like a beast, bellowing at Xiuyan: "Sis-in-law, you still owe me half a day as your boyfriend! Kill me! Let me die in your arms—I'll go happy! Either smash me dead or agree to be my girlfriend!"
Facing Wang Xianzhu's ghastly, demon-like visage, Xiuyan froze in terror, not daring to move.
She seemed to realize what she'd done. Staring at his blood-soaked face, her momentum faltered.
Blood poured from Wang Xianzhu like it was free, but his grip on Xiuyan was terrifyingly strong. She couldn't break free, her breathing growing labored, her face dizzy and pale.
Xiuyan gasped out, "Let... go of me..."
I pulled desperately at Wang Xianzhu from the side, trying to give her air: "Yeah, let go first—then talk!"
"Sis-in-law, promise me, or I won't let go!" Wang Xianzhu turned shameless.
Right then, he was like one of those legendary pit bulls—once latched on, death wouldn't pry him loose.
Fuck this guy!!
All this over half a day of missing "girlfriend" time yesterday?
Xiuyan was choking in his grip, looking to me in panicked helplessness.
Seeing Wang Xianzhu's head and face caked in blood, I worried things were spiraling out of control.
They'd already played fake couple for half a day yesterday—another half day seemed tolerable. Better than this life-or-death drama.
I closed my eyes, nodding helplessly at Xiuyan: "Promise him for now."
Her face ashen, barely able to speak: "Fine... let go first... I can't breathe..."
Wang Xianzhu lit up like he'd swallowed an immortality pill, hugging her even tighter in manic glee: "Sis-in-law, you promised! You really promised!! Am I dreaming? Sis-in-law, kiss me! I'm scared you'll run if I let go!"
"Don't threaten me with that!" Xiuyan shot back coldly, unyielding.
"Yeah, yeah—she promised, and you know she keeps her word," I said, straining to pry them apart while reasoning with him.
Wang Xianzhu played pitiful: "Sis-in-law, from now on you're my girlfriend! Don't worry, I won't mess with you and Bro Wei. I just want to chat when you're bored!"
I couldn't help a cold scoff: "Bullshit! You said 'half a day'—now it's 'from now on'?"
Leveraging his gruesome injuries, Wang Xianzhu threw a tantrum: "I don't care—Sis-in-law, you promised to be my girlfriend from now on..." His arms tightened around her again.
"No—half a day!" Xiuyan's voice was weak but firm as iron.
Wang Xianzhu haggled: "Half a day? Too short! ...Until you marry Bro Wei, then. Otherwise, smash me again..."
Maybe it was the broken window effect, or the saying that good girls fear persistent rogues.
We were marrying in three days per plan—so even agreeing added just two days. His relentless clinging had worn me down, and with blood still flowing from his head, stabilizing him came first.
I relented: "Fine, we agree—happy now?"
Wang Xianzhu eyed Xiuyan skeptically.
She looked to me.
With each outrageous demand from him, we'd yielded step by step. I nodded at Xiuyan.
She closed her eyes, silent for a long moment, then gave the tiniest nod.
Wang Xianzhu turned to me: "Bro Wei, when's the wedding?"
I smiled: "Three days!" You think you've scored big? It's just 72 hours—who's fault for not asking?
"What? That soon? Only 72 hours left?" Wang Xianzhu jumped up in panic, whining anew, regretting that free brick to the head.
I scowled: "What more do you want? You trying to drive Xiuyan to death?"
Wang Xianzhu finally released her sulkily, setting her down gently.
Freed, Xiuyan scurried behind me, gasping like a fish back in water.
"Xiuyan..." Wang Xianzhu reached for her hand but staggered back two steps, collapsing ass-first to the ground, looking ready to pass out.
Dark red blood splattered everywhere. Not just his face—his hair was matted in bloody clumps.
Xiuyan and I hadn't recovered yet. His ghastly, dying appearance terrified us—we propped him up, hailed a cab, and rushed to the nearest hospital.
In the cab, Wang Xianzhu insisted on leaning into Xiuyan's lap. She pressed her top to his wound, half her body soaked in blood...
Injured like that and still groping for cheap thrills... I fumed inwardly.
On the ride, I noticed Xiuyan staring woodenly at her bloodstained clothes...
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We got him to the ER. The doctor took one look and jumped: "Save him first!"
After checking the wound and vitals, the doctor chuckled wryly: "He's fine overall. Looks bloody, but the cut's not as bad as it seems—just deep. Seven stitches."
I thanked him profusely as they prepped: cleaning, local anesthetic, disinfection, hemostasis, stitching, IV...
By the time it was done, we collapsed in exhaustion.
When the nurse came with the tray of needles and meds, Wang Xianzhu freaked, demanding Xiuyan stay by his side.
Through the stitching and IV, he gripped her hand, refusing to let go even as the drip ran.
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Wang Xianzhu lay on the IV chair, Xiuyan sitting stone-faced beside him, her soft, pale hand clasped in his meaty palm.
I glanced at their joined hands, then at Wang Xianzhu grinning like an idiot through the IV.
Unbelievable! The fantasy I'd scribbled in my online diary last night—"What if Xiuyan were Wang Xianzhu's girlfriend..."—had become reality!
Jealousy and rage boiled in me, yet a twisted, sour thrill crept in unbidden.
Standing by the chair, I sneered at Wang Xianzhu: "Heh~ Congrats. Seven stitches for a girlfriend—real bargain."
Xiuyan stayed silent. Wang Xianzhu beamed foolishly: "Bro Wei, I'm the happiest man alive. You know I've dreamed of Sis-in-law as my girl. Never thought it'd come true!"
"Don't forget—three days only. We'll talk later..." I'd meant to call him shameless, but held off till discharge, just reminding him coolly.
Damn it! Once we're out, he'll learn what pipe dreams are. Three days? Not even half!
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An ER nurse approached, sour-faced like we owed her money: "Whose family is the patient? Pay up for meds. Once the drip's done, you're free to go."
I didn't budge, pretending not to hear.
Stealing my fiancée—who's paying?
Wang Xianzhu pulled out his wallet, handing it to Xiuyan pitifully: "Xiuyan, pay for me?"
She said nothing, released his hand, and walked out silently with the wallet.
I thought a moment, then followed. From behind, I saw the hand she'd held his with was slick with sweat.
Damn—sweaty palms, and he still wouldn't let go?!
Xiuyan knew I was behind her but ignored me, heading wordlessly to the billing window...
I don't know what came over me—resentment bubbled up. I sidled close, sniping bitterly: "Congrats on the new boyfriend! Didn't you say yesterday his touch made you sick? Not sick anymore?"
Emotions overwhelmed me; words spilled without thought.
Xiuyan stopped dead, turning to fix me with a steady gaze: "You pushed for this..."
"When did I..." Then I remembered—every step she'd taken was at my urging.
Speechless, I blustered: "So you're really his girlfriend for three days?"
Disappointment flickered in her eyes: "From yesterday's test to this morning's house hunt—you did nothing." She pressed, "Do you even see me as your fiancée?"
"I... Xiuyan, you're more important to me than anyone. I just... I just..." No explanation came.
"Don't say it..." She gave a wooden smile: "Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Xiuyan, you're not leaving me, right?" Panic gripped me; I clutched her damp hand: "Xiuyan... I was wrong. Shouldn't have snapped at you..."
Our first fight since we met—over Wang Xianzhu.
It left me deeply uneasy.
I braced for coldness, but she squeezed back, her face softening. In a gentle yet resolute tone: "What are you thinking? No matter your mistakes, I'll never leave you! I've chosen you for this life's road—even crawling, I'll finish it..." She shook her head, self-reproach tinting her words: "So I don't blame you. Thinking back, I share the fault—shouldn't have tested you yesterday. It probably fed your weird mindset."
Her boundless tolerance and tenderness made me regret my outburst: "Xiuyan, I'm sorry!"
"You are sorry... Hiding more from me?" She stared half-smiling, expectant, her hand gripping mine.
Our palms pressed close, separated by Wang Xianzhu's thick sweat.
Did she know what he'd made me hide?
I hesitated: "I..."
"Forget it—after discharge, we'll talk at home." Seeing my stammering, she dropped pressing for now.
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Paid up, drip done—Xiuyan helped Wang Xianzhu back to the ER.
There, as his "girlfriend," she took notes on meds, wound care, and diet restrictions from the doctor.
I stood behind this new couple...
Then she escorted him out. At the entrance, Wang Xianzhu demanded I snap a photo: "Proof Xiuyan became my girlfriend!"
During the shot, Xiuyan looked not at me, but him.
Click...
In the photo: Hospital doors. Wang Xianzhu, head bandaged, one arm around bloodstained Xiuyan, the other flashing a V-sign.
As I stared dazed at the pic, Xiuyan sidled up, tone ambiguous: "Like the photo? Satisfied with my eyes?"
I laughed awkwardly...
After, Wang Xianzhu took Xiuyan to a nearby shop, buying clean clothes.
He paid.
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The rented place wasn't ready till tomorrow, dorms inconvenient, Wang Xianzhu refusing his apartment—we headed to Xiuyan's temp spot: Ji Hotel.
En route, Xiuyan said coolly: "At the hotel, questions for you two."
Wang Xianzhu was thrilled to stick to her dawn to dusk.
I felt uneasy, a vague premonition of doom.
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In the room, Xiuyan sent Wang Xianzhu out: "Give us a minute—alone with Bro first."
Utterly obedient now, he scampered off.
Xiuyan spoke calmly: "Bro, we're marrying soon. Know what marriage can't tolerate most?"
"What?" My heart thudded anxiously.
"Lies and betrayal!" Her tone was ironclad.
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"Before marriage, I forgive any mistake!" she said steadily. "I don't want us entering marriage with lies or betrayal. Get my meaning?"
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Her face hardened, staring me down, waiting for truth.
I fidgeted: "I'm scared you'll get mad."
"Confess, and I forgive... Like your pen..." She coaxed.
"Wang Xianzhu—I hid things about him." Head hot, I spilled without waiting, no more covering for him.
"Mm... Go on..." Surprise flickered—she hadn't expected him first.
"It started like this... First time you visited school, he saw you... Middle of night, I woke to him jerking off to your online pics..." I treaded carefully, word by word.
"Heh... Knew he was no good. So lecherous—you could tell what he was thinking." Unfazed. "And you, my boyfriend—didn't step up?"
I chose words delicately: "Awkward that night. Next day, confronted him—told him to stop."
"What'd he say?" Cold-faced.
"Guys at your school do it too, plus who knows how many online. How can you stop 'em all." I parroted his words, head low.
Xiuyan clenched her jaw, stewing before snapping: "Then? If just that, you wouldn't look so guilty."
I confessed: He stole pics/videos from my phone, her WeChat and number.
"Found out, chewed him out hard. Remember I told you not to add strangers?"
"Guessed it was him—strange adds back then." She'd suspected.
I laid it all bare: "Then he kept sending me NTR novels and vids. Don't know why, but after reading, his oversteps with you... I started tolerating them."
Xiuyan fumed: "That bastard! Knew he warped you!"
"He got bolder each time; I forgave more. Till one dream: him holding your hand, giving you luxury. Woke stimulated oddly." Confession poured.
"Later, he'd eavesdrop our calls. Stole your stockings, made me send you dirty passages to read aloud. He'd jerk to your voice with them... Fought him each time, forgave always. Late nights, fantasized you two together..."
I finished, eyes shut, awaiting judgment day.
"Shameless!!" Xiuyan roared in peak shame. I opened my eyes: her face paled then flushed crimson, lips bitten bloody.
"Bro... I love you so much, and this? What am I to you—a whore? Roommate's plaything?"
"How you suddenly wanted my stockings, read those filthy bits..." Utter humiliation. "Li Wei, know what courage it took—for you—to voice that unspeakable stuff?!"
"Using my voice for his pleasure!..." Tears welled, spilling crystal-clear.
"Giving him my intimates..." Hands over face, she sobbed...
"You two are shameless!!" She dropped hands, bellowing at me.
"Where's he?" She grabbed the nebulizer, storming to beat Wang Xianzhu.
I yanked her back: "My fault, Xiuyan—beat me!"
Couldn't let go—his head couldn't take round two.
"What happened?" Wang Xianzhu burst in, confused by our tussle.
Xiuyan kicked me aside, slapped him hard!
SLAP!!!
His battered face took another hit; he howled, dodging into the room.
"Xiuyan, what? What'd I do?" Baffled—out a minute, back to beating?
Silent, she hefted the massive crystal ashtray, blocking the path toward him.
Wang Xianzhu paled, cowering in the corner, quivering flab: "Bro Wei~ Help! Sis-in-law wants me dead!"
Weakened, back to "sis-in-law." Knew fresh stitches meant death now.
Fearing fatalities, I lunged, hugging her tight.
"Let go! Li Wei, let go!" She thrashed.
"Xiuyan, it'll kill him!" Terrified, grip firm.
"Yeah, sis-in-law—why? Let me die knowing." Guilty glances betrayed him.
He clung to hope I wouldn't spill.
Sorry look: "Told Xiuyan everything..."
He gaped idiotically, despair wordless: "Bro Wei, you..."
"Let go, Li Wei—I warn you!" Xiuyan raged, writhing.
"Xiuyan! Please!" Low beg.
She twisted, red-eyed, ashtray raised: "Gonna smash you pervert! Trapping Bro for you!"
Wang Xianzhu shriveled: "Sis-in-law, spare me! Couldn't help it—I adore you! My goddess!! Ask Bro Wei—liked you forever before meeting! Waa~"
"Don't touch me—you disgust me! Trapping Li Wei! Eavesdropping! Making me read filth! Using my intimates for that! I'll kill you!" Xiuyan thundered.
"Sis-in-law, let me explain..." Eyes darting for excuses.
Held fast, ignoring, she flung the ashtray at his head.
Wang Xianzhu blanched...
CRASH...
It shattered inches from his ear, shards nicking his cheek.
He trembled, sliding down the wall to crumple on the floor...
Never expected Xiuyan's fury. Didn't want her implicated in a death.
Hugging her, I yelled: "Run, idiot!"
Like a dog, he crawled, scrambled up, bolted out—gone in a flash.
Room empty save me holding Xiuyan...
We shook—she from rage, I from fear.
"You too—get out!" Her voice iced over.
"Xiuyan... Forgive me..." Pleading.
"Out first—let me be alone..." Face covered, soft sobs.
Terrified, I released, bagged the glass shards to spare her cuts, then left, door clicking shut.
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Bagging shards, chest tight with frustration, I paced to the elevators.
There: Wang Xianzhu, face swollen pig-like, waiting.
We met eyes—silence...
"Bro Wei, you nuts? Tell sis-in-law that? Know the psychological damage?" Still shaken, finger jabbing.
I eyed him slantwise, countering: "You knew it'd hurt her—yet kept groping?"
"Er..." Speechless, defiant: "You didn't stop me either."
"Xiuyan nailed it—you deny trapping me?" Her wake-up call cleared my head to his scheme.
"You wanted me on sis-in-law! No green hat fetish, my traps wouldn't hook you." Fresh from scaring easy before her, now posturing before me.
From his street kiss on, rage saturated me.
His shameless words now—secret exposed—ignited fury. I hurled the bag in trash, charged, grappling wildly.
Wang Xianzhu fought back fiercely for once.
We traded wild haymakers, slamming walls, shattering laundry glass, toppling bins.
His bandages bled; I bloodied his nose.
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"Fight! Call cops!"
Sirens soon wailed.
Dramas always show slow response—crime done before they arrive. Why instant here?
No matter—we fought on, silent, fearless.
My fist cracked his nose, blood spraying.
His brick wound reopened in the fray; bandages soaked—he looked gravely hurt.
I had mere bruises, swollen lip and cheek.
One day, double-beat by us—unprecedented.
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Elevator dinged: cops with staff emerged, shouting halt, prying us apart.
Like enemies, we glared red-eyed, heaving silent.
Lead cop: "Who started?"
Staff pointed: "Surveillance—he did."
Cop sent one for footage, eyed Wang Xianzhu: "Heavy injuries!" Pointed me: "Cuff him. Station."
Thus handcuffed, cab to precinct with Wang Xianzhu.
Inside, separated far.
Cops took IDs, checked something.
Wang Xianzhu called; soon a "lawyer" arrived, pulling him aside privately.
Then a boss-type emerged, chatting cordially with the lawyer.
Overheard vaguely: his "old leader"—muddled.
As I scanned, cop shoved: "No gawking—statement time."
Escorted through riot gate; glanced back—boss, Wang, lawyer chatting amiably.
Damn! Cop protection—screwed.
Interrogation: answered truthfully.
Done grilling, transcript shoved: "Read. If accurate, write 'reviewed and matches my statement.'"
Wrote, signed, fingerprints per page and sig.
Endless. Cops recuffed behind back. "Just me? Him?"
"Victim gets his. Worry 'bout you." Attitude sour.
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Out the gate, saw Xiuyan—pale, helpless, lost-lamb eyes.
She rushed: "You okay? What'd cops say?"
"Just finished statement. You here?"
"You vanished—searched, staff said fight at station. Scared me to death!" Trembling, teary.
Cop to boss: "Captain, handle?"
"Statements done? He admit?"
"Yes."
Captain eyed us, stern to Wang: "Victim. Serious wounds. Sue for assault—footage copied. Settle or file: your call. File, we detain."
Xiuyan blanched, clung tight, trembling: "No fight—just joking!" Imploring eyes to Wang.
Her rage at him? Vanished for fear of my detention.
Wang, mangled face squinting: cops, me, lingering on Xiuyan—conflicted.
Captain nodded minion; room assigned for talk, cops out.
Inside: cuffed me, Xiuyan, Wang, lawyer.
Wang to lawyer: "Sue assault—what sentence?"
Lawyer smiled: "Evidence solid. You're injured; violence added. Minor injury appraisal? Jail certain." Low, audible: "Med examiner buddy..."
"Wang Xianzhu, please! Spare Li Wei—you're best friends!" Xiuyan tugged his sleeve, begging.
Couldn't bear her suffering: "Xiuyan, don't beg." Resolved—if he pushed, friendship over; no more fantasies.
"Shut up!" To me, then pleading Wang: "Help me..."
Lawyer chuckled, stepped out, door ajar, smoking sentry.
Just us three.
Wang eyed Xiuyan: "Head spinning..."
She hurried, arm-supporting.
Damn—I'm hurt too! No one helps?
Wang whispered in her ear: "Girlfriend promise still on?"
She nodded fast.
"Real girlfriend—even post-marriage?" Redefining.
Xiuyan stunned, disbelieving. Me too.
No agreement—Wang threatened: "Sue then. Injuries bad; family lawyer gets Bro Wei years."
Asked door: "Sue—jail time?"
Lawyer turned: "Head wound his too? Multiple assaults—rig it, 2-3 years easy." Turned away.
"2-3 years?! Wang Xianzhu, head was me—no lies, sue me..." Xiuyan panicked, clarifying.
"Who knows." Arms crossed, ignoring.
I shook furious: "Xiuyan, let him. Wang Xianzhu! Blind to know you."
Wang to lawyer: "File then—prosecute..."
Xiuyan urgent: "Li Wei! One more word, we're done!" Cut him: "No... I... promise." Whispered assent.
Wang pushed: "Be my wife then?"
"Push more, I bash my head here!!" Xiuyan near-mad, desperate.
Wang backed: "Girlfriend then—but me first, Li Wei second."
Wanting end, she hesitated, nodded.
"Real? No tricks?" Dubious.
Shook head.
"Kiss me!" Shameless whisper.
Pale-faced, she leaned, pecked his cheek.
I gaped: "Xiuyan..."
"Quiet!" Stern. Shook his arm, begging: "All done—spare Li Wei?"
Savoring her plea, to lawyer: "Settle..."
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Out station, captain farewelled specially. Saw Xiuyan supporting Wang, grinned: "Great girlfriend—pretty, caring. Cherish her."
Xiuyan drained colorless.
Wang grinned nod.
Lawyer-captain chit-chat; farewell. Lawyer last: "Kept transcript/evidence. Sue anytime."
Wang eyed arm-linked Xiuyan, her begging eyes: "Nah, trash it."
Grateful, she clung tighter.
Behind, I seethed jealous rage.
Lawyer gone, Xiuyan: "Hotel first." Apped cab.
Moment she stepped to curb, Wang slung my shoulder laughing: "Bro Wei, still mad? Think I'd really sue? Bros fight—I'm not that low."
Furious growl: "Piss off, you slime!"
Thick-skinned: "Wanted sis-in-law as girlfriend—on purpose! Won't steal her, just extra days. Won't wreck you two!"
"Insidious—low tactics on Xiuyan?!" Unforgivable.
"She nearly ashtrayed me. Had to—else she'd ghost me forever. Help bro once, forgive?"
"Wang Xianzhu—from now, done. No brothers!" Stormed to Xiuyan hailing.
He caught arm: "Bro Wei, after years good to you—still mad? Without sis-in-law, we'd be out... Acting for her! Bro Wei..."
Cab stopped; ignored, hopped rear.
Xiuyan joined rear; Wang eyed front, squeezed back.
Three cramped rear—Xiuyan sandwiched.
Wang seized her slim hand, kneading.
Drive silent, expressions varied.
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Post-hospital/station, hotel by 7pm.
Door, Xiuyan tugged us: "Inside..."
Pulled to bed edge seats.
Assessed wounds, dashed out—returned with medkit.
Gently dabbed mine, hands quivering...
Cursory for Wang.
"Why fight?" Calmer opposite, listless query.
"He started." Wang comical—SFX master couldn't match his face.
Xiuyan weary glance me: "You?"
"My fault, Xiuyan—forgive..." Guilty gaze.
Silent long, to Wang: "Past stuff—forget? Okay?"
Ecstatic: "Sis-in-law forgives? Then promises?"
Eyes shut nod, airward: "Go—I talk Bro."
"Forgiven fine—mad, beat/curse more." Cocky again.
Forehead press, weak shake: "No—out..."
"Kiss girlfriend first..." Yanked hand, dragged to bed, perched her sideways on lap.
Xiuyan rigid, embraced pale powerless...
They inches away—arm's reach.
Wang thrilled, cradled her arm-bend, licked parched lips, dove for her rosy pout.
I bolted up to intervene; her eyes halted me.
Frozen, watched him ravage Xiuyan.
Unlike before—no resistance, struggle, escape...
Wang clutched, deep-kissing fiercely, ugly mouth smothering her beauty, grinding soft lips shapeless—yet rosier.
Gourmand savoring feast...
Their heat—my body near-explode, rooted.
His kisses opposite mine: mine gentle, tasting, fearing hurt. His fierce, intense, brutal—pure possession, lewd.
He pried her teeth; she dodged, bound tight.
Tongue probing entry; hands on chest, pushing vainly.
Inhale for push—his vile tongue invaded, stirring, snaring her sweet one, suckling.
Xiuyan's lithe form convulsed wildly from shock, hands powerless—yielding to ravage.
Wang as Mongol horde: thick tongue scouring every nook, tangling hers.
Savoring her tongue's silken tenderness; sweet nectar; musky-lan fragrance...
Cherry lips luscious.
Slurping her saliva greedily, throat bobbing swallows—like divine elixir.
Sudden realization: never French-kissed Xiuyan so.
Dared not defile her.
Her first tongue kiss—to Wang, so intense!
Mesmerized.
Xiuyan quaking; alabaster arms encircled his back unconsciously, light hold.
Deep kiss unending—he devoured lips/tongue relentlessly.
Eyes bloodshot, veins throbbing, heart hammering room-loud—exploding.
What ailed me? Anger or thrill? Jealousy or excitement? Sick—badly!
Long—minute? Year? Time irrelevant.
Parted slight: her tongue sucked out; he suckled protruding pink, smacking. Lips bridged glistening saliva.
Mingled fluids, lewd silver threads stretching.
Xiuyan's cheeks blushed, ears dripping crimson.
Reluctant release of sexy lips—feast unsated. Pecked rosy pout tenderly now, each gentler, loving.
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Like viewing Xiuyan's erotic film— I neared breaking; hand strayed south instinctively.
Wang ended licking saliva clean, held limp Xiuyan, turned to me.
Saw my motion, smug foreknowledge: "Bro Wei, me and sis-in-law—real couple vibe?"
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One arm round lap-perched allure, other on lotus-root thigh, stroking sheer black silk legs, creeping inward slyly.
Blush lingering, Xiuyan pinned rogue hand: "Wang Xianzhu—agreed: girlfriend only. No extras!"
"Okay, okay—just touching..." Grinning roguishly.
"Satisfied? Out now?" Displeased.
Clingy: "More cuddle? Bro Wei don't mind."
"Out!!" Stood, teeth grit, twisted ear viciously.
"Ow~ Sis-in-law, going..." Fled smoke-trail.
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Xiuyan flushed to me—soon spied my bulge.
Utter shame; cupped crotch desperately, willing down.
Eyed tent, up to me, deep breath, smiled: "Need help?"
"Xiuyan, let explain..." Panicked.
"Maybe best—you both got wants!" Smile helpless, defeatist.
Her pallor heart-wrenched: "Xiuyan, wrong... Time, I'll quit..."
Shook head: "Hard—him doing that, you still excited."
Wordless shame deepened.
Silence mutual.
Head low, brow furrowed, pondering...
Long thought, lifted gaze twinkling: "Bro~ Your fetish—peak overstimulation, improve?"
Idea sparked.
"Dunno..." Baffled self.
"Try? Perfect timing—desensitize, hate it." Bit finger musing.
Gazed her—every effort to fix my kink, any hope she'd try.
Owed her more.
"Xiuyan, what plan?" Clueless.
"Him doing that again—want see?" Eyes flicked south.
Words—bulge surged.
She laughed: "Knew. Then..."
Crazed, seductive: "Bro... Pre-wedding, green fantasy show!"
Now a radiant purple water lily: beauty demonic, soul-stealing!
Shocked: "Xiuyan, what?!"
Crazed tone: "Show your faves—tell how, if thrilling..." Pivoted: "Condition though..."
"What?" Reflex.
Solemn: "Success or not—post-marriage, quit fetish. Normal man!"
Vigorous nod: "...Yes, change..."
Gentle cheek caress: "Fail, I help. Married, cure slow."
Moved, crushed hug. Wife like this—what more? How'd I deserve such deep love.
Nestled, reminiscent: "Bro, Gongga cliff? Said never release hand. Don't, I won't abyss. So..." Locked eyes: "...Say stop, I return. Ignore Wang threats—even self!"
"Relax, enjoy fantasy..." Visioned my normalcy, brightened, sly: "...Already thus—humor Wang too~"
Her impish face, future—speechless...
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Kiss farewell; door-leaned sendoff, reluctant elevator.
Corner: Wang still squatting.
Buttoned—ignored, endure, endure, endure: 'Xiuyan said go home?'"
Lifted gruesome face, gripe: "Hotel damage—free? Let sis-in-law pay? Look at me—dark out for school? Laughingstock."
"Your apartment?" Has place.
"Alone, boring." Mumble.
Elevator: scoffed "Squat then"—ducked in.
He rose: "You out—check Xiuyan..." Bolted her door.
Out elevator, chased: "What now?"
Doorbell frenzy.
Xiuyan opened, surprised: "Back?"
"Never left—miss you, chat? In?" Grin.
Eyed trailing me: "Come..."
Sneered me, entered—locked, "Do Not Disturb" lit.
Keycard swipes failed; furious bell/knock—no response.
Maid suspicious: "Sir, guest? Unlock?"
"Er... Friends inside..."
"Sorry—call them, or front desk..." Wheeled away.
Helpless—waited door...
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Clock-watched, imagining scenes.
Wang kissing Xiuyan again?
No—rogue bolder... Grope chest?
Legs?
Over clothes?
Under, skin-direct?
Rape her?!
Ear to door—shouts?
Silence...
Prone, door-gap peek—nothing...
Ants crawling gut, paced anxious.
Ear-press listens; gap-peeks...
Pervert tossing.
Half-hour, bell—no open.
Our room chat half-hour too.
What inside?
Phantoms: old fantasies, new flashes.
Even: nude Xiuyan sprawled, Wang ravaging hypnotic curves!
Unknowns—thoughts whirled, fantasies rampant...
Another half—calmed gradual.
Over hour—whatever, happened.
Slumped corner wall, hands hair-clutch agony—no visions, pure torment...
Door flew—light heavenly, illumining hall/shadowed me.
Trailing Wang: Xiuyan lips glossed, peach-blossom cheeks, spring-water eyes... Shy allure heart-soul swaying!
What happened?
Wang door: hugged her laughing: "Chat tonight?"
Blushed shy nod.
"Morning pickup?" Treating real girlfriend.
Shook head firm: "No—Mom's tomorrow, serious."
"Me too?" Thick.
"No—unsuitable."
"Prioritized me!" Whiny.
"Afternoon—your way, okay?" Soft coax.
Thought: "Fine—half-day off. Compensate kiss?"
Shy eyes shut, lashes fluttering wait.
Hugged, kissed—French; slurps heard.
Hands roved: slim back, wasp waist caresses...
Part: lewd crystal thread snapped distance.
"Mine exclusive—no others, not Bro Wei!" Demand.
Glanced me low, head up shy nod: "Mm..."
Stunned—she affirmed, no hedge.
Never tongued her—future denied? Refuse if asked?
Chaos; they farewelled, door shut.
Instant: she winked me.
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Wang turned, hand out: "Bro Wei, go! Sit till when?"
"What chatted? Hour-plus? Did what?" No rise.
Yanked up, dusted: "Sis-in-law said no tell! Guess!" Elevatored.
Grabbed arm: "Tell—one hour what? Night contact?"
Sated belch, content-regret: "Bro Wei, no mind. Jealous you—your fiancée, future wife; mine just girlfriend. Won't break you—her love unbreakable. Clear? Just want her longer."
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Drive back, Wang snored car-exhausted, spent john-like.
I sleepless, thoughts tangled skein, chaotic...
School, hollered awake.
Regretted—fuming, like he'd just finished on Xiuyan, I wake-service?
Dorm: usual Xiuyan call-porridge. Dialed—hung up.
Retries failed—anxious, why dodge?
Wang perked manic—not A/Vids crash; bed-flopped, lazy WeChat call.
Tune, connected.
Speaker: Xiuyan coquettish: "Wang Xianzhu, dorm?"
Ignored my calls—for his? Her gentle once mine—now another's.
"Yeah—instant call, miss you."
"Miss you..." Soft, shy.
"Miss what?"
"...Just you..."
"My kisses?"
"Mm..."
"Lips so sweet—can't kiss enough."
"Mm..."
"Like my tongue? Practiced long."
"...Like..." Shyer.
"Daily French okay?"
"...Pervert..." Shy retort.
"Xiuyan..."
"Mm..."
"Black silk tomorrow?"
"Why?"
"Love your legs—long beauty, silk perfect."
"Tomorrow show."
"Touch? Feel amazing, yeah?"
"...Two touches max..."
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Our calls daily life; theirs lewd—he reveled.
She answered every shame-query.
Bed-listen mutual sweet-talk—jealous hate, south rigid.
"Xiuyan, see you."
"How? Video?"
"Sexy pic—jerk to. Girlfriend help?"
"…………" Silence.
"Help? Can't watch me burst."
"Wait..."
Moment, pic arrived. Bed-down, squeezed view.
He unconcerned my stare.
Screen: Xiuyan half-body. Silky tank-dress, shy blush, mirror selfie phone-hold.
Full pert breasts, curves voluptuous under thin fabric, teasing reveal.
Glorious face stunning, eyes soulful pout, expression beguiling.
Smooth thighs flawless curve, skin gleaming seductive.
Even phone-fingers onion-slender.
Photo-Xiuyan demonic! Fallen goddess!
We gawked entranced.
Wang whipped out cock, pic-stroke, demanded: "Sis-in-law, sexier."
"Tonight this—days long, okay?" Coquettish shy.
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Wang-Xiuyan long-talked, her sweet words. Climaxed to voice/pic.
Slumped starfish bed, blissful grunts...
Post-nut sage: "Kiss goodnight"—perfunctory, hung abrupt.
Always screens-off post-spurt, impatient sexy women—even real.
I snuck bed, covert wank.
Once he jerked to our chats—now reversed.
"Bro Wei, sis-in-law world-class babe. One go, I'd die drained..." Smacked lips sigh.
Ignored, sheets busy—photo-obsessed.
Soon re-energized, dialed anew.
Expected Xiuyan—not; Su Wan. Speaker.
"'Kid, calling me?' Lazy and seductive, fresh-wake."
Wang giggle: "Miss sis! Last gift like?"
Su Wan pleased: "Love it—thanks. Daughter lately? Staying?"
"Xiuyan good—Ji Hotel, daily visits. Rented—moves day-after."
"Xiuyan-Sis strained since kid, no hardship. Post-rent, care extra~!" Gentler.
Mother-in-law theoretically—my job care Xiuyan, not him!
Wang pledged: "Sis rest—your sake, pamper her, no hardship."
Su Wan silkier: "Reassured—entrust! Daily prop her, issues tell me. Nightly reports?"
"Trivial—chat sis nightly bliss, wish!" Rainbow farts.
"Sweet tongue—charm daughter, not that Li kid." Sabotage anew.
"Sis only charm." Snake-up, flirt.
Overstep—Xiuyan mom?!
"Daughter pretty—pass?" Laughing.
"Heh, sis more." Flirt bolder.
"Really? Giggle... Care her for sis? I'll give you a hard time~" Coquettish laugh sexed voice; saw his fresh-spent cock harden.
Flirty elder—vinegar odd.
"Sis, tomorrow dinner—Xiuyan details face-face."
"Yay—where?" Eager lazy.
"I arrange—honor sis, drive fetch."
Su Wan coy decline, agreed.
Wang dirty jokes—her giggles.
Sleepy, reluctant hang.
Couldn't resist: "Su Wan—Xiuyan mom. What?"
"Relax Bro Wei—owed dinner. You two home tomorrow, free—feed her, ease future asks, no faces."
Logical—silenced.
"Watch bounds..." Warned.
"Mm..." Distracted.
"Xiuyan pic—send?" Wanted.
"Heh, ask sis..." Grin deny.
Won't believe—direct her, sure give.
WeChat: "Xiuyan, that pic?"
"No~ Boyfriend view—you not..." Smiley end.
Fuck!
Soon: "Early pickup tomorrow—Mom's, good impression. Sleep... No more stroking..."
Holy shit! Knows my deeds?
Invisible eyes—chilled spine.
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Midnight, Wang pig-snore.
Laptop, password login notes app—fantasy diary anew.
Today's events vivid recall, scene-by-scene.
Noon street: Wang bloodied confession.
Afternoon station: Xiuyan yielding girlfriend promise.
Evening hour-alone: door-open, her shy before him.
That intense French... Untried!
Damn—we endured ordeals, countless hardships, long courtship to fruition. My shoulder needles manifold his.
Stitching wait, replayed timeline...
Horror: 24 hours yesterday-afternoon to today—he'd snagged Xiuyan?!
I'd proposed just yesterday.
Wang? Shameless cling, nag.
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Still dazed...
Outcomes absurd dreamlike.
Pre-yesterday: normal—Xiuyan fiancée, Wang friend; her polite distant.
Afternoon: his girlfriend—embraced tongued!
Classmates/teachers never guess we share girlfriend.
Habit scary—absurd normalized afternoon-adapt.
Key events flip relations instant!
No wonder friends couple overnight—catalyst leaps!
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Why late diary fantasies real?!
Fake to real—shock/thrill unmatched.
Diaried date—real dated.
Diaried kiss—real kissed.
Last night girlfriend fantasy—today success! Night flirty call.
Coincidence extreme!
Or diary magic? Fakes to real—like Death Note?
Impossible! Reality—no fantasy!
Tonight?
Test write—real?
Harmless—disbelieve. Real? End via diary.
Prior: girlfriend fantasy worked—further tonight? Diary trial, erasable.
Thus:
Xiuyan... Wang Xianzhu... French... black silk... help Wang... Xiuyan shy...
Recalled her shy before him—peach face, watery eyes: soul-captivating, entranced!
Sudden: hot-love Xiuyan never shied me!
Recall: her love water-like: calm gentle tough inclusive deep, soothing soul.
Oft fire: bold active hot blazing mad, aggressive possessive.
No shy! Why? Hair-clutch bafflement.
Knew: before me strong confident decisive.
Like water lily: storm-defying, post-rage graceful!
Sudden crave: her weak-girl shy helpless before man—sexy! Scribbled till dawn.
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2am...
WeChat buzzed awake—Xiuyan's.
Mysterious: "True love—no shy."
Jolted! Near-soulless.
Meaning? Why now?
Pointed? Diary discovery?
No... Password secret—invisible. Casual remark.
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