The sound of my girlfriend moaning in the bathroom (adult rape and abuse novel)

Once a woman becomes addicted to the Internet, it's like a running train without brakes!

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Until now I still find it hard to believe what I see! My girlfriend, a girl who loved me so deeply and was so pure and kind, actually chose to leave me for a beautiful lie that could not be verified by an online friend, and she did it without hesitation and without any mercy...

Let’s call her Minxi. I met Minxi in March 2003, when the spring was in full swing and the sun was shining brightly.
Soon after I met her, I had the idea of ​​spending my whole life with her. This feeling was something I had never experienced with other girls before. I can't even describe how good she is to me, how thoughtful and caring she is to me, and how much she loves my family.

She is a good girl! Sometimes it's so good that I can't imagine it and can't believe it's true. At that time, I felt that I had found the kindest girl in the world. With her by my side for the rest of my life, I would have no regrets in this life. I remember one morning when she woke up, she said her head felt heavy and painful. I touched her forehead and it felt a little hot.

I said you must have a cold. Didn’t you cover yourself with a blanket when you slept at night? She replied with something that I will never forget. She said: Maybe it was because I didn't cover myself with the quilt, I felt very cold at night. I saw that the quilt was all rolled away by you. I wanted to pull the quilt closer, but I saw that you were sleeping so soundly, and I was afraid that if I pulled the quilt, you would wake up, so I endured it and lay there until dawn.

That's how much she loves me. She was most afraid of injections and taking medicine, but if she caught a cold she had to take medicine. I didn't expect that she would rather catch a cold and do the thing she feared most - taking medicine, rather than disturb my sleepiness.

Every time I was surfing the Internet or watching TV, she would do a fixed job - she would take out a stool and sit next to me, silently cleaning my ears, very carefully and meticulously. As soon as I said where it was itchy, her hand started scratching the place I mentioned before my hand even reached it. After scratching, please help me apply some anti-itching powder or sprinkle some medicated oil.

As for other details in life, she takes care of me in every possible way. To be honest, I have always wondered how there could be such a good girl in the world, and how I could have met her.

But everything has two sides. The better she treats you when you are together, the more heartbroken you will be when you break up.

She is a financial officer. Before she met me, her knowledge of computers was limited to typing and spreadsheet making. Later, she saw me playing Digging the Land, Upgrade, and Billiards in the Chinese Game Center. She didn’t know how to play these games at the time, but she gradually became interested in them as she watched from the side. She asked me to teach her how to play Upgrade, the rules of Digging the Land, and the skills of playing billiards... Later, she learned to play computer mahjong by herself (she knew how to play mahjong,
And she especially likes to play, but I don't allow her to gamble, and I forbade her in a stern voice, and later she gave up), playing Gobang, Stud Poker, etc...

When playing multiplayer games, there are sometimes quarrels because of playing cards incorrectly. She had just learned how to play, so she was often scolded. She doesn't type fast and she can't curse, so she always gets so angry that she wants to cry. Later, whenever someone curses her, she calls me over to help her curse back. We feel that time passes so quickly when we have fun like this every day. When playing games, some people like to chat while playing, using the communication tools in the game to express their thoughts and feelings.

Gradually, she made several regular friends in the game and often made appointments to play games together. There was a time when she was still lingering in the game room past midnight. I lay in bed waiting for her for a long time but she still didn't want to rest.
And kept typing on the keyboard. I couldn't stand it after a few nights, so whenever she was typing in the game room, I would sit up from the bed and stare at her. As soon as she saw me sitting up, she immediately turned off the computer and said, "Go to sleep."

As they were chatting, someone started asking for her QQ number. At that time, she didn't have a QQ number, and she didn't even know what QQ was used for. She just saw me chatting with my friends before, and she told me that there was no point in chatting by typing, it would be better to make a phone call. But since she made those friends, she asked me several times to help her apply for a QQ number. I didn't think too much about it at the time, so I applied for one for her using my phone and gave her a nickname.
Filled in the information. I never imagined that it was this action of mine that ultimately led to the situation between her and me today.

When we first started chatting, she felt very excited and often asked me to sit next to her and watch her chat. But as time went on, she felt uncomfortable as soon as I walked next to her during a chat, so she started chatting behind my back, and immediately closed the window after sending a message, for fear that I would see even a single word. Since she feels comfortable at work, no one cares if she doesn't go to work sometimes.

I gradually discovered that many times when I came home and knocked on the door, she would wait for a long time before opening the door, and her expression was strange.
Appears uneasy. Another thing that puzzled me was that every time she was with me, she never answered the phone, letting the annoying ringing go on over and over again.

Later, the first thing she did every time she entered my room was to turn off her cell phone. Although I found some strange things about her during this period, she still treated me as always and was still considerate and caring to me.
I didn't say anything to her, thinking that as long as she was nice to me, it was fine. It was normal for girls to tell others what was in their hearts.

However, it was precisely because of my indulgence that I failed to nip the problem in the bud in time, which led to a series of events that followed, and ultimately resulted in a cup of bitter wine, a bitter wine with mixed tastes...

On April 25, 2004, history happened irreversibly. I experienced a snowy day in the summer. It was also from this day that she embarked on the road of online love and there was no turning back.

That night, she and I continued to sit in the room and eat as usual. She would occasionally put food into my bowl.
This is her habit. Every time we eat, she will always put the dishes I like into my bowl. I didn't notice any ominous premonition.

After dinner, she went to wash the dishes and I turned on the DVD. Soon it was half past twelve in the evening, and she said,
Why don't you take a shower yet? Take a shower and go to bed.

I said, I'll go, can I take a shower with you? (She used to knock on my bathroom door when I was showering, and try to get in to join me, saying that she couldn’t wash her back and wanted me to help her wash it. I often couldn’t control myself, and while I was showering… But I shared a house with other colleagues, and I was worried that if my colleagues knew that we were showering together, it would be bad, so I told her many times not to shower together to avoid gossip.

But she still likes to take a bath with me. She also said that if I didn't even want to take a shower with her, it meant that I didn't love her.
I had no choice but to let her do it. ) But this time she refused me and refused to take a shower with me. When she saw that I didn't move, she went into the bathroom by herself.

I have a habit of defecating once before going to bed every day. I go to the toilet next to the bathroom to complete the last "shit" of the day. I have very bad bowel habits and often squat for more than ten minutes. This day was no exception. When we were enjoying ourselves to the fullest, she shouted at me in the bathroom, "Why has it taken you so long to finish?" I said that's how long it will take.

I was still wondering what was wrong with her today. Usually, I would squat longer than today, but she never urged me to do it. But today, she urged me to do it. I finally finished and went back to my room.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, she still didn't come out. I was feeling sleepy at this time and wanted to take a shower and have a good rest early. Just take the towel and go to the bathroom. I could hear the sound of water dripping from inside. I was about to knock on the door when I suddenly heard someone talking. I felt strange. Who was she talking to while taking a shower alone? I listened carefully and found that she was on the phone.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping so late?" my girlfriend's voice was gentle.

"..."

"Are you thinking about me?" my girlfriend laughed.

"..."

"What do you think of me?" My girlfriend is acting coquettishly.

"..."

"What am I doing? Guess?" My girlfriend amplified the sound of the faucet.

"..."

"Yes, I'm taking a shower." My girlfriend's voice was so gentle that it could kill a mosquito.

"..."

"What? You want to hear me scream?" I leaned against the door and thought that my girlfriend must have a lustful look on her face, and the person on the other end of the phone must have a smirk on his face.

"..."

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"..."

I couldn't believe the sound my girlfriend made next. She was actually moaning to another person on the phone, and the sound was much more exaggerated than when she was having sex with me. One sound after another, louder than the last, in order to cover up the shameless sound, my girlfriend turned up the faucet sound louder and louder. My rage grew more and more intense, and I finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Bang bang bang" I picked up my fist and banged on the door, wishing I could tear it down. The sound inside stopped abruptly.

After a few minutes, the door opened and I stood there in front of it. My girlfriend walked past me, whispered to me "lunatic", and went back to the room. I stood there for a long time, dragging my trembling body into the bathroom weakly, and with extremely complicated feelings, I let the cold water rush from head to toe under the faucet...

When I returned to the room, I said to my girlfriend in a very calm tone, "Bring your phone here and take a look." She sat silently on the edge of the bed, without saying a word or moving. I say it again, bring your phone over here and take a look. She remained motionless.
Like a wooden man. I couldn't help but emphasize my tone and took your phone to take a look. She continued to play deaf.

"You don't want to show it to me, right? Well, go away. You can be with your online friend from now on."

Her tears fell, making me feel that she was still alive.

Next, I repeatedly asked her to leave, but she remained unmoved. She just stood there wiping her tears without saying a word. Later, I got tired of scolding her, said I was tired, didn't want to pay any more attention to her, and went to bed.

At four or five in the morning, she leaned over to me and wanted to hug me. I pushed her hand away; she stretched out her hand again, and I pushed it away again; ... She repeated this several times. I became angry and shouted, "Don't touch me! Take your dirty hands away. If you want to touch someone, go touch your online friend." She burst into tears and sobbed, "I was just joking with him. The one I love in my heart is you!" You are kidding me for saying this to me at this moment! "You can love whoever you want. Anyway, I don't love you now!" After saying this, I got up and went to the office.

I was angry all day, complaining about my girlfriend's infidelity to me and hating all the emotional scammers on the Internet. In the afternoon, she sent me a text message: Husband, I'm sorry, please forgive me. It’s you I truly love in my heart! After reading it, I sneered and deleted the message. I thought to myself that what he said now is better than singing. What was he doing earlier? Is it normal to be able to do that kind of thing with a man? Just kidding? It's complete nonsense!

When I returned to the dormitory at night, I walked from one end of the room to the other, turned on the TV and switched from the first channel to the last channel, and then from the last channel to the first channel. Tossing and turning.

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