Mirror Girl (Urban Life Adult Novel)

I started to tidy up the room.

Broke up a few hours ago and returned to being a bachelor.

After my ex-girlfriend took away all her things, all the furnishings in the room looked unusually awkward: two-thirds of the space in the closet was empty, so I had to hang my trousers and tops in scattered locations; the light blue bath towel hanging on the towel rack in the bathroom would occupy the entire rack; the space at the door was wide, so I no longer had to place my sneakers and leather shoes against the wall in a wronged manner.

While tidying up, I swept the floor and mopped the floor, and just like before, I swept up a lot of long and thin black hair. I poured the hair that the girls could never get rid of into the trash can. However, just like before, when I mopped the floor, the mop would get entangled with a few strands of long hair that could not be swept away no matter how hard I tried. The difference was that the hair was left behind, but the person who left these hair had left.

It was a wonderful holiday, but I was staring at the TV. The shadows of funny guests on a Japanese variety show kept jumping on the screen, and loud laughter could be heard from time to time, but I had no recollection of who they were or what they said.

It's all because I'm too selfish and love myself far more than I love her.

They broke up at this time because someone happened to appear who was willing to put her first. There was nothing to say.

And it’s not really sad, really.

It only takes a few days to adapt to the freedom and happiness of being alone, and the extra hours every day of living alone. Then you can put loneliness behind you and spend the blank time that you don't know how to spend.

I turned off the TV, walked downstairs to the convenience store across the street and bought a cup of coffee, hoping to replenish sugar to eliminate the feeling of weakness that almost made me faint. I also went to the comic book store, perhaps looking at the new books could help me pass this suddenly empty Saturday afternoon.

"This news is ridiculous."

When I was looking down at the covers of the new books on the counter, trying to decide which ones I wanted to read, the lady who was in charge of the store suddenly spoke to the customer next to her.

"Yeah, that's ridiculous. Didn't their parents tell them? This is pure incest between brother and sister."

The topic they were talking about attracted my attention, and my eyes drifted to the TV on the counter. There was a big message in large letters saying "My parents divorced when I was young and we didn't know each other anymore."

"Twin sister and brother fall in love and commit incest" is a very direct and inflammatory title, but it does express that this is a very exaggerated social news.

"It's tragic that the elder sister committed suicide because she was opposed to being with her younger brother."

The man standing in front of my left was sipping bubble tea while repeating the news just told by the host and adding his own thoughts.

"If they had children, they would definitely be deformed!"

The girl at the counter also agreed, what kind of abnormality? As I remember, it is illegal for close relatives to do such things, right? "Ah, my family will probably object, and we can't get married at all. Should we list them as brother and sister or husband and wife in the household registration?"

That’s a good question indeed! Children can consider writing nephews or nieces, but this has nothing to do with me - my parents are not separated, and except for a biological sister, I don’t have any hidden twin sisters who have been kept in the dark since childhood. Such matters should be left to the parties concerned to worry about.

I finished reading the latest episode of the Japanese manga "Delicious Challenge" in the store. This manga is really amazing. The theme of food is discussed in a serious and extremely solemn way for more than 50 episodes. Most food comics start boasting about exaggerated cooking techniques or cooking tools in less than ten episodes. The most amazing thing is that the protagonist is not a kid who aspires to become a top chef or a gangster who turns over a new leaf and becomes a chef, but a young reporter who has made fooling around his life aspiration.

After reading the comics, I rode my bike to "Yi Zhong Street" near Zhongyou Department Store and Taichung First High School and wandered around aimlessly. I really wanted to buy a pair of boots, but it was already summer and I might get athlete's feet if I wore them, so I had to say goodbye to the lovely store clerk's friendly greeting.

There were indeed many couples walking around Yizhong Street on Sunday afternoon. Most of them were holding snacks such as fried chicken chops and braised food in one hand, and holding each other's waist or hands with the other hand. I had a two-hundred-yuan street-stall belt wrapped around my waist and my hands in my pockets. I didn't look like someone who could blend in with the crowd or fit the loving atmosphere of a Saturday afternoon.

After dinner, I went home and turned on my computer. The screen was playing an adult film in which an actress was screaming exaggeratedly, but I found that I had no interest in it. I had to turn it off in disappointment and lay on the single bed, looking at the air conditioner quietly embedded in the window pane.

There should be a layer of dust accumulated on the air conditioner, right? Without her around, I never turn on the air conditioner. Even the ceiling fan only runs on the hottest nights. Turning on the air conditioner all day at work makes my temples hurt like being twisted by a thumb. Unless I hug her, which makes my body temperature rise even more, the air conditioner is just a decoration.

I hugged the thin quilt, not caring whether the exposed skin would be bitten by mosquitoes. I just wanted to have someone to hug temporarily, otherwise I would not be able to fall asleep tonight.

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I hugged her faint body temperature, and my nose was tickled by her soft hair. It was such a familiar hug and warmth. I didn't expect that I would even dream about her because I couldn't forget her so easily. She, who had long left my arms, would appear in my bed. But all this should have been just a dream. There are too many disappointments in real life, and it is not as sweet as in dreams.

Her body temperature is so real! Even the wafting hair scent was that of the lemon-scented shampoo. I was afraid that I would wake up if I opened my eyes, so I kept my eyes closed tightly. Even if it was just a dream, I wanted to hug her one last time, wrap my arms around her tightly, take a deep breath of the scent, and feel the body temperature coming from her with my hands on both sides of her body.

She twisted her body in my arms, and I felt her turn to face me, her small breasts leaning against me, her cheek against the top of my chest, my chin resting on her forehead, and her right hand on my waist, slowly stroking the skin on my waist that was exposed outside my clothes.

Only she knows that place so well, and knows that it will raise my body temperature, stimulate my pulse, and send blood rushing to my lower abdomen.

My left hand subconsciously slid under the hem of her clothes and grasped her firm waist. I lowered my head and offered my lips to hers. She seemed to be waiting for me. Her tongue tip came in through my lips, teasing and licking the tip of my tongue and my passion. However, she did not tickle my gums as fiercely as before. She just focused on entwining with me.

Unexpectedly, before I could distract my attention to her, my shorts were slowly pulled down to reveal my entire lower abdomen. A warm little hand reached into my crotch and grasped it, pulling it out of my briefs, and gently stroking it every second.

My excitement was transferred to her mouth, and she greedily sucked the sweet saliva. She also longed for me. I rubbed the pair of breasts that could be held in my palms, making her suppress her gasps.

I pulled up the short-sleeved shirt that wrapped around her beautiful body and took it off. When I was about to hug her again, she slid down, put her face close to my waist, licked the thing in her hand with her tongue, covered it with her warm lips, and took it into her mouth, carefully and carefully not to touch there with her teeth. She was more skilled than usual and as perfect as a dream.

The constant warm teasing made me unable to help but grab her arms and pull her soft and light body onto my back. She was not surprised at all, and she responded to my movements by climbing up my hips, kneeling on my thighs, lying on my chest and lifting my clothes, sucking on the skin of my chest, and slowly pressing her tongue on my nipples, licking them wetly, but the rhythm did not make me feel itchy or struggle.

She squatted up, lifted her butt off my thighs, and then put her hand between my buttocks.

I held my penis against her warm body and slid it in.

It was an unusual warmth, a burning that matched the fire in my body, not the kind of temperature that was suppressed. I was wrapped in that different kind of high heat, and began to feel the pleasure brought to me by the swinging of her hips, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but the bones of her hips did not clumsily hit my pelvis. She had never had such strong and tireless legs.

She opened her eyes, stretched out her hands to touch the breasts that were shaking violently, placed her hands on them, and looked at the face with hazy eyes without her glasses, only to find that the face was not quite the same.

I grabbed her hand that was pressing on my chest, pulled her upper body over and made her fall on me. Although she lost her balance, she immediately knelt down and continued to shake her body.

I squinted to get a closer look at her face, and that face was not at all what it should look like - no big eyes with tears in them, no small but delicate, pretty nose, no baby fat on her cheeks, only slightly thick eyebrows and thick lips.

"Who...are you?"

Even though it was a dream, I still wanted to know what was sharing its body temperature with me.

"Shhh"

The girl put a finger on her lips, asking me to enjoy it all quietly. She also closed her eyes and was immersed in it, not wanting to be disturbed by me.

The pleasure coming from my lower abdomen made me not want to think anymore. I just focused on meeting her movements and thrusting upward. Her coquettish voice told me that she was also losing her mind.

But I opened my eyes again and looked carefully at her face, her features that seemed very familiar to me.

Double eye on the left, double eye on the right, slightly curved natural curly hair, not deliberately permed by the ex-girlfriend; fleshless nose wings and slightly collapsed, inconspicuous nose; the way of pouting lips... "You look like me when I was in elementary school..."

Yes, we look almost exactly the same, except that after entering junior high school I became taller and stronger, no longer staying at 154 cm tall. I no longer have a beard or Adam's apple, and I was still a boy as skinny as a little girl.

"Um…"

I couldn't tell whether she was responding to me or just moaning out of pleasure, I just felt that she increased her speed, trying desperately to squeeze out the warmth in my body and release her passion.

I hugged her narrow, thin shoulders with protruding collarbones tightly, hugged her, and her knees clamped on both sides of my hips. Her body trembled violently, and I reached the climax and ejaculated violently.

Her body trembled violently, and I also reached the climax and ejaculated violently.