“I want to take off your military uniform, remove that sacred and solemn attire…” “Oh, actually, you look sacred in a white coat too…” He finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Shut up!” I buried my head in his shoulder and cried, tears falling into his neck. “Senior, I really like you! One day when we’re apart, I might miss you for a lifetime!” He remained silent, so I continued: “Don’t you miss me! There are prettier girls everywhere…” The last memory is blurry. I vaguely remember him bringing me home, throwing me on the bed, pouring some sour liquid into my mouth. After drinking it, my churning stomach felt better. Then, he frantically tore at my clothes, and I tore at his. He bit my neck, chest, and thighs, and I bit his shoulder, arms, and ribs. He entered my body, and I threw my head back, arching as moans echoed through the night. Alcohol numbed my senses; I was weakly turned over and ravaged, spinning into dizziness. I laughed and cried, saying: “Senior, I love you! I love you, you beast!” I’ve been drunk three times in my life. The first was at the graduation farewell dinner; I got drunk and cried while hugging my roommate. The next day, with a splitting headache, I swore never to drink again. This is the second time, experiencing what it means: not surviving a life of intoxication!
I want to be drunk in his arms every day, never to wake up!
He was even more intense than before, like a beast pressing me down on the bed, tearing me apart, biting me. I felt powerless to resist, just watching him in disbelief.
He forcefully pressed down on my knees, prying open my tightly closed legs. It hurt more than the first time! My world sank into a shaking abyss, losing consciousness and feeling drowned. After that, I completely quit drinking— not a drop!
Author’s note: “Brother, if you have a chance, lend me a military uniform…”
Ye thought, “Don’t worry, when the opportunity arises!”
Xin Xin secretly told the girl: Remember to untie slowly, drive him crazy…
