I deliberately quickened my pace, hoping to shake her off, but she kept up without any hurry, staying right behind me.
I walked faster and faster, eventually breaking into a jog until I was panting and out of breath, while she remained completely unfazed.
I looked at her helplessly. "Are you some kind of monster? What are you even made of?"
She didn't say a word, just chewed her bubblegum and blew a pink bubble.
Despite her cute appearance, she had the shameless, unyielding attitude of a troublemaker, which was truly infuriating.
We were almost at my destination, and bringing this little tagalong to meet Lu Yiyi was bound to cause trouble.
Just as I was thinking of how to get rid of her, Lu Yiyi called again, saying the movie was about to start.
I checked the time—there was still an hour until the show. For her to rush me like this, she must have something else planned.
"Hey, beautiful, let's call it a day for now, okay? I have things to do. We can play another time," I said, trying to negotiate with a smile.
She stared at me with her innocent, harmless eyes, looking utterly clueless. The bubble she had blown suddenly popped with a "pop," sticking to her pretty little face.
Great. Neither soft nor hard tactics worked—she was like a stubborn piece of adhesive plaster.
Out of options, I simply ignored her.
I walked ahead, and she followed behind. When we reached the meeting spot, Lu Yiyi glared at me angrily and complained, "Time is precious, you know. I could've finished a whole exam paper in the time I waited for you."
Before I could explain, she noticed the little witch beside me and asked in confusion, "Who… is she?"
I pulled her aside and whispered, "This is the girl I told you about—the one who framed me on the bus."
Lu Yiyi looked surprised. "Huh? She really exists?"
"Of course she does. Did you think I was lying? After knowing me for so many years, do you really think I'd go around groping people's thighs on a bus?"
Lu Yiyi gave me a sidelong glance and replied without hesitation, "Yes."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Forget it. You're no fun."
"So why is she following you? What does she want?" Lu Yiyi asked.
"How should I know? She's like a total weirdo," I said with a bitter smile.
Just then, the little witch suddenly spoke up. "What are you two going to do?"
Without thinking, Lu Yiyi turned and answered, "We're going to watch a movie later."
I was so annoyed. I quickly turned her head back and scolded, "Why did you tell her that?"
"What, can't I say it?" Lu Yiyi asked foolishly.
"Do you want her to cause trouble for us?"
"Oh," Lu Yiyi finally realized.
"Oh, my foot. Hurry up and think of a way to get rid of her."
Lu Yiyi glared at me and said irritably, "You brought her here, so you figure it out."
"If I had a way, I would've gotten rid of her already," I replied helplessly.
"Then what do we do?"
"What else can we do? Let's just wander around for now. Maybe she'll get bored and leave on her own."
"Finally getting a chance to go out on a date, and we run into such a bothersome situation," Lu Yiyi muttered softly before suddenly looking up with suspicion. "Did you do something to upset her? Otherwise, why would she single you out and cling to you instead of bothering someone else?"
"You're overthinking it. What could I have possibly done to upset her? I don't even know her."
"I don't believe you."
It wasn't just Lu Yiyi who was puzzled—I was equally baffled myself. Where did this annoying little ghost of a girl come from?
What was supposed to be a romantic outing for two had turned into an awkward situation with this little tail following behind us. It felt incredibly uncomfortable, and we even lost the mood to chat.
We wandered aimlessly around the mall, but at least she just followed without saying a word. After a while, we managed to ignore her.
Lu Yiyi tried on several pairs of shoes in a store, and seeing that the movie was about to start, I urged her to hurry up. By the time we left the store, I realized that the little witch had disappeared at some point without us noticing.
I looked around for her, while Lu Yiyi made sarcastic remarks beside me: "She's gone, and you're still thinking about her."
"Why would I think about her? I'm just afraid she'll suddenly jump out and scare me."
Although it was the weekend, the movie had been out for a while, so there weren't many people watching it.
Since I had ulterior motives, I deliberately booked tickets for a secluded corner when ordering. However, after entering, I found that there weren't many people anyway, so we could sit wherever we wanted.
Not long after the movie started, I began leaning toward Lu Yiyi, my hands wandering restlessly over her slender, soft waist. As I breathed in her sweet scent, I could already feel a stirring between my legs.
Lu Yiyi pushed me away with a look of disgust and whispered, "What are you doing? Move over and watch the movie properly."
I shamelessly leaned in again, breathing into her ear, "Watching a movie in the theater is such a waste. Let's go back and watch it later." As I spoke, my hand traced her gentle curves, my palm covering her tender, youthful breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.
"Ugh, you're so annoying. I've wanted to watch this movie for a long time. Can you stop bothering me?"
I was surprised. "Huh? You're really here to watch the movie?"
"What else would I be here for?"
"I thought you wanted to have some fun in the theater like last time."
The surroundings were pitch black, but I could still sense her face burning with embarrassment.
She clenched her fist and gave me a hard knock on the head, whispering angrily, "Can you stop being so annoying? I shouldn't have let you come with me. You're so irritating."
With no other choice, I forced down the rising desire, sat up straight, and prepared to watch the movie. But to my surprise, I noticed that someone else had appeared beside me at some point.
I nearly jumped out of my seat in fright. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be that annoying little witch. I whispered in astonishment, "How did you get in?"
She waved her movie ticket. "I bought a ticket to get in. The ticket seller thought I was cute and gave me half price."
I said urgently, "That's not what I meant. Weren't you gone? How did you know we were watching this movie?"
The little witch replied, "I guessed. This is the only movie suitable for couples to watch."
"Why are you following me? Is this fun for you?"
"It is fun."
Lu Yiyi noticed the commotion and turned to look, equally surprised. "Why is she here?"
I whispered, "How should I know? I'd like to ask someone the same thing."
"Why is she like a ghost? She just won't let go."
I smiled bitterly. "You're only realizing it now? I'm about to go crazy because of her."
"What exactly did you do to her? Did you flirt with her? Did you touch her thigh?" Lu Yiyi glared at me, pressing closer step by step.
"Can we drop this already? How many thighs do you think I've touched?"
"Then why is she so fixated on you?"
"Ask her yourself."
After a moment of silence, Lu Yiyi leaned halfway over and asked the little witch directly, "Classmate, what exactly did our Xiaodong do to you? Why are you so determined to stick to him?"
"I like him."
The little witch's answer was crisp and clear, startling not just Lu Yiyi, but even me.
"You..." Lu Yiyi froze for a moment, then stood up to leave. I quickly stopped her, comforting her, "Don't listen to her nonsense. She talks nonsense all the time, not a word of truth. If you take her seriously, you lose. Besides, she likes me, but I don't like her."
Lu Yiyi said angrily, "She likes you, and you're proud of it, aren't you?"
"What's there to be proud of?" I said, though deep down, I couldn't help but entertain some wild thoughts.
Could it really be that she's been clinging to me because she likes me? She is quite pretty and cute. If she weren't so weird and mysterious, she wouldn't be a bad little lover.
"What are you smiling at?" Lu Yiyi demanded.
"Was I smiling?"
"You were, and it was such a lecherous smile!"
"Alright, alright, don't overthink it. Let's watch the movie. Didn't you always want to see this film?"
After much persuasion, I finally managed to calm Lu Yiyi down. However, I found myself in an awkward position, sandwiched between two girls, not daring to breathe too loudly.
The little witch sat on my left, not saying a word for a long time, as if she really had come just to watch the movie. Lu Yiyi sat on my right, her eyes wide open, pretending to be engrossed in the film, but her face clearly showed she was angry.
To ease the awkward atmosphere, I spared no effort in making sarcastic comments about the movie's plot. Usually, this would make Lu Yiyi laugh uncontrollably, but today it didn't work. She sat there like a wooden statue, expressionless.
Just as I was racking my brains, trying to figure out how to cheer her up, I suddenly felt a strange sensation on my thigh. I looked down and saw a pale, slender little hand creeping up.
I turned my head in shock to look at the little witch. She was looking back at me, as calm as if nothing had happened.
I had no idea what she was up to, but I knew it couldn't be anything good.
Just as I was about to stop her, the girl's hand had already reached my waist. Since I was wearing sweatpants with no belt, she easily slipped her hand inside, pressing against my lower abdomen and sliding all the way down to my crotch.
Her soft, fleshy little hand wrapped around my cock, gently rubbing it a few times. Her thumb pressed against the head of my penis, teasing it with a delicate touch that stirred up a wave of desire. Her movements were so skilled, definitely not those of a beginner.
The cool, smooth sensation was so pleasurable that I almost moaned. My cock gradually hardened, tenting my pants.
I knew she was up to no good, but the feeling was incredibly comfortable, making my body go weak. Plus, with my girlfriend right beside me, the thrill of sneaking around was indescribable.
Thankfully, the theater was dark, and Lu Yiyi didn't notice. To be safe, I placed the popcorn bucket on the armrest between us.
The girl seemed to have found her favorite toy. Her tender little hand slowly stroked my hard cock, her movements light and skillful. Before long, she had me on the verge of climax.
My left hand clenched the armrest tightly, my legs stretched out, toes curling inward. I held my breath with all my might, fighting back the urge to cum, but a low groan escaped my throat involuntarily.
Lu Yiyi turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"
I felt like I'd been caught red-handed in an affair, every hair on my body standing on end. Trying to appear calm, I crossed my legs and leaned in close to her, blocking her view, forcing an awkward smile as I said, "I need to pee. I'm really holding it in."
"Then hurry up and go! Why hold it?" Lu Yiyi shot me a glare.
"I… the movie's getting to the good part. I'll hold it a little longer." I knew this was a perfect excuse to slip away, but the sensation was just too good—I couldn't bring myself to leave.
"Go now, or you'll hurt yourself," Lu Yiyi said with disgust.
I didn't budge. Instead, I found it thrilling—chatting with my girlfriend on the surface while a stranger's hand pleasured me beneath the table. It was like something straight out of a cheap adult film.
The girl's small hand moved faster and faster around my shaft, and my pleasure rapidly built. Just as I couldn't hold back any longer, on the verge of release, she suddenly stopped and slowly withdrew her hand from my pants.
The feeling of being left hanging was unbearable. I looked at her with pleading eyes, but she just blinked her innocent, wide eyes, staring back at me as if she had nothing to do with what had just happened.
I was furious but had no way to express it.
In the end, I had no choice but to excuse myself to the restroom to finish the job. But the release felt deeply unsatisfying—like having a lavish feast interrupted halfway through, replaced with plain rice and bland tea. It was infuriating.
For the rest of the movie, the girl didn't make any more bold moves. As the film neared its end, she got up and left first. Lu Yiyi asked, puzzled, "What was she even here for?"
"Who knows? Maybe she's just crazy," I said, feeling guilty but unable to stop reliving that intoxicating sensation.
Since I still had to go home and study, we went our separate ways after the movie ended.
When I reached my building, my younger sister happened to be returning home as well, and we ended up bickering for a bit.
I followed her inside and heard my father's furious roar from my parents' bedroom: "What's the meaning of these photos? Explain!"
My sister and I exchanged glances, both confused.
My dad was usually terrified of my mom at home, speaking meekly and acting like a servant. Hearing him shout at her like this was a first in my memory.
Then my mom's loud reply followed: "I've already explained it to you three times. I was discussing business with a client."
"Discussing business at a hotel? A man and a woman alone in a hotel room for business? Do you think I'm an idiot? And what's with the sudden hair perm? You… you… you have no shame!"
My sister and I crept closer to the bedroom door. Inside, my dad was holding a few photos, his face flushed with anger, while my mom's beautiful eyes were wide with rage.
Seeing us return, she yelled, "Get out of here! This has nothing to do with you."
My dad glanced back, then slammed the door shut. The arguing continued from behind it.
My sister and I looked at each other for a moment before I couldn't help but whisper, "Did you understand any of that?"
After a brief hesitation, she said, "It sounds like… Mom went to a hotel with someone…"
Before she could finish, I cut her off: "Don't spread rumors about things that might not even be true."
My sister retorted irritably, "You asked me first." After a moment of silence, she said dejectedly, "Well, now it's all over. Dad's having an affair, Mom's checking into a hotel with someone—they're definitely going to get a divorce."
"I told you, don't spread baseless rumors. Why are you so nosy?"
My sister glared at me fiercely. Just then, the bedroom door swung open, and Dad stormed out angrily, ignoring both of us. He didn't even change his shoes before leaving the house.
We exchanged glances, silently agreeing on what to do next, then cautiously entered the bedroom. Mom was lying on her side on the bed, breathing heavily, her body trembling with rage.
A few photos were scattered on the floor. I picked them up and took a look. It was indeed Mom, dressed in a uniform, stockings, and high heels, smiling as she walked into a hotel with a man. The man looked very familiar—he was that old classmate we met during dinner last time, that so-called Mr. Chen.
Although the photos clearly showed the two of them walking side by side into the hotel, the first thing that crossed my mind was: Who took these pictures?
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