I am a girl who has never even held a boy's hand; I assume you understand the rest. Here is the main point—something that just happened. Today, I went to the home of the boy I have a secret crush on. He seduced me, but he has a girlfriend and is notoriously fickle. There is absolutely no future for him and me, so I refused.
Then he suggested playing a game called "Crazy Three Minutes." I was persuaded by him—I admit I’m rambling a bit, but those details aren't the focus. The key is that afterward, I felt as if I’d been hypnotized, meekly agreeing to everything he suggested, and I even helped him with that thing!
Here’s the real core of the issue! He was incredibly potent. My arms ached from exhaustion, yet I couldn't help him reach release. At that moment, I must have lost my mind, because I actually took the initiative to use my mouth to help! Then he erupted, and I, a girl who had never even held a boy’s hand, was sprayed all over my mouth and face! I seriously want to bash my head in now; it’s utterly mortifying!
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Once this fresh piece of embarrassing history was posted on The Unfortunate Encyclopedia, its popularity soared instantly, and the comment count shot up rapidly.
Most respondents envied the fickle male protagonist, while some cursed him for his deception and infidelity. Many others inquired about what kind of game "Crazy Three Minutes" was, wondering how it could possibly have a hypnotic effect on girls—it seemed incredibly potent!
A few people, however, were more concerned with the male protagonist’s kidney function and the size of that thing; being able to exhaust the heroine’s arms suggested impressive stamina.
The motto of The Unfortunate Encyclopedia is, “Happiness must be built upon the suffering of others.” Of course, many who share their embarrassing stories aren’t necessarily suffering; as long as their mishap brings joy to other netizens, that suffices. Qin Siqing’s spirit of sharing truly brought immense delight to countless online users that day, especially the otaku who enjoy indulging their fantasies. Their envy toward the male lead in this anecdote was boundless!
If only they didn't know the beauty and status of the girl who posted the story, they would absolutely be driven mad with jealousy!
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The campus basketball court was brightly lit under the night sky.
The young men were still engaged in a tireless scrimmage, while a scattering of students sat on the bleachers watching, occasionally letting out a cheer or a cry of encouragement.
“Coach Wang, give us a slam dunk!”
Someone suddenly yelled, and Wang Zhuo, who was attempting a layup, slipped slightly. The ball flew up, hit the rim, and headed straight toward his opponent who was moving in to block.
“Fast break, go, go, go—”
The opponent who secured the ball shouted excitedly, organizing a fierce fast break, and scored two points.
“Coach Wang, you don’t seem to be in the zone today?” his teammate Huang Bing asked, approaching.
Wang Zhuo forced a wry smile and replied, “My mind wandered.”
“Uh…” Huang Bing also offered a weak smile. “If we lose possession again, we’ll lose the game. Pull yourself together!”
Geng Bin, standing nearby, chuckled dryly and teased, “Boss, don’t tell me you overexerted yourself during the day, and now your legs are weak and you have no stamina?”
Wang Zhuo was speechless. He thought to himself that stamina had nothing to do with it; even if he had been intimately engaged with two women during the day, it wouldn't affect this game. The key was that someone had hit a raw nerve with that shout just now, causing him to miss the shot!
Of course, he couldn’t explain this to Geng Bin and the others. Wang Zhuo smiled meaningfully, leaving the two with boundless room for imagination, then went to ask for the ball.
As soon as he received the ball, the opponent's tall forward pressed close. This small forward, standing at 1.85 meters, had average reaction speed and his bounce was more about height than speed—he was no match for Wang Zhuo.
Someone in the stands immediately let out another grating yell with a voice like a broken gong: “Coach Wang, give him a Yan She!”
Wang Zhuo, who was dribbling steadily, fumbled, nearly losing the ball. He thought, Why bring up the one thing I don't want discussed? With such a crow cawing nearby, it seemed this game was doomed!
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Wang Zhuo’s mind was still somewhat scattered when he returned to the dorm from the court.
He had only intended to tease Qin Siqing a little and perhaps plant some seeds of doubt about Xue Shang, but things had escalated seriously out of control, resulting in that outcome!
It would have been one thing to play around with "hand jobs" or "pulling the radish" with the Party Secretary’s daughter; after all, it was the first time, so he shouldn't have pushed things too far. But who knew she would proactively use her mouth, especially just as he was about to reach his peak?
The result was that a portion was intensely injected into her mouth, and when she flinched away in panic, some was coincidentally sprayed onto her face. That settled it—the two most intense scenarios were achieved simultaneously, escalating things a full three levels beyond what Wang Zhuo had originally planned!
Although Wang Zhuo quickly apologized and explained it wasn't intentional, and Qin Siqing knew it was an accident, the scene itself was intensely heated. The pure young girl’s face and hair were speckled with cloudy white fluid, and viscous liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth—it was truly the height of awkwardness.
At that moment, Qin Siqing wanted to flee as far away as her thoughts could carry her, yet she couldn't just leave. She needed to wash her face, dry her hair, and even