Nobody Needs To Know Our Secrets (Original)

11. Zhou Mu - No Understanding

I peered down at her trembling body, hips shaking as I burrowed deeper inside of her. Her lustful face, her warm insides, and her soft moans didn't move me. 

I didn't care about this woman. I didn't even know her name. The only thing I knew about her was that she was dating my brother. 

I observed her unfocused eyes, then smirked before lowering my head to whisper to her ear. "Who are you thinking about now? Tell me the right answer and I'll reward you."

"You," she said before trying to grab onto my back but I didn't let her. 

"Be patient." I held her still while I slowed down my thrusting. "Are you sure you're not thinking of my brother? He wasn't enough to satisfy you?" The woman shook her head, making me laugh before giving the woman the ecstasy she wanted.  

This was a common occurrence. My brother will have a woman, I'll seduce that woman. Give it a few moments in time, the woman will leave my brother and come to me. I'll play ignorant and then leave that woman heartbroken.

Too bad I realized too late that my actions didn't produce the results I wanted. My brother probably knew what I was doing. Did he care that I made his women commit adultery? No. He probably thought it was all amusing–Thinking that I was just picking up his trash. 

Should I feel bad about what I did? I should, right? But, I don't. I think Zhao Sheng called it having a "lack of remorse." After pushing up an imaginary pair of glasses, Zhao Sheng pointed at me, "Zhou Mu, congratulations! You might be a sociopath!" I don't really care if there's something wrong with my head. As long as it can get me things that I want. 

After that realization, I lost the motivation to get them, but past my dealings with women made me known as a womanizer. 

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The "odd" day. It's a blur for me. I remember running after Zhao Sheng, feeling left annoyed, before coming home to see my father's displeased face. I don't know why he's mad again. I wasn't "perfect" enough?  It doesn't matter anymore. 

...I don't like writing this. Perhaps, leaving myself to fill in the gaps in the story is not a very good idea. I'm a man full of anger, jealousy, and hatred mixed in my memories, making them all clouded. The only thing I could remember from my youth was my time with the two of them.

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Zhou Sheng and I saw familiarity in each other.  We didn't like it. We knew we were wearing masks just to satisfy people around us.  My petty action toward him at the beginning was driven by such thoughts. 

I do remember the day when my perception of him changed. It wasn't a big change, but it planted a seed that later grew into a big tree. 

In a bathroom stall during lunch break, I pulled out my vape pen. I clench my fist that was holding it before putting it in my mouth to take a puff.  I laughed inwardly, finding it ironic. No one knows that the perfect student, Zhou Mu, is pathetically vaping in the bathroom. 

Moments later I heard hurried footsteps entering before the sound of a closing bathroom stall door echoed. I was about to leave to avoid the smell of feces, but I heard an all-familiar noise. 

The sound of ecstasy. Rapid breathing and soft, controlled moans.  A sound of a man pleasuring himself.

Unlike a person without prior experience, I can keep myself together. In fact, I found the whole situation embarrassingly disgusting. However,  my next attempt to leave the bathroom was in vain when I realized who the stupid guy was.  

"Ha..." There was a rustling of clothes. "... Those bastards. Why the library? Unpog! Totally unpog! Cancel them..." Hushed cursing, the sink water running, then a sound of fading footsteps.