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“Cold, cold icy rain slaps wildly at my face, warm tears mixing with the chill rain”

I didn’t know which heartless restaurant was still playing such a gutting song. It really was raining outside, and my tears had long since mingled with the rainwater. What era the hell is this, and they’re still playing this trashy old song? Furious, I kicked the speaker at the restaurant entrance over.

“What are you doing? Looking for a beating!”

“Yeah, looking for a beating. Come on, hit me, you fucker!”

I dragged my exhausted body up to the owner. Maybe my face looked a little frightening, because instead of coming at me, the owner backed away a few steps. He just kept cursing as he went back inside. “Crazy bastard!”

Am I crazy?

I’d rather be. Maybe then I wouldn’t hurt so much. The rain kept pouring, and my heart hurt just as relentlessly. Love?

What a load of crap, damn it.

From today on, I’ll never believe in love again!

My name is Hua Mingyu. After graduating from university, I worked my ass off in a big city, not daring to wear anything nice, not daring to eat anything nice, all so I could one day have a home of my own here and give my girlfriend a happy life.

My girlfriend and I had been together for six years. We got together in our junior year. The day I took her hand, I decided she was my lifelong partner. In the future we would live happily together, have our own children, and build a happy family.

But reality was that for all these years we had been crammed into a tiny semi-basement barely a dozen square meters in size. There was no helping it. Housing prices here were sky-high, and even the rent for a semi-basement would eat up almost half my monthly salary. Add food, drink, daily expenses, and the rest, and we had almost no money left to splurge. Even so, every month I still tried to give my girlfriend a little surprise, like buying her a new dress or some new jewelry. She always said not to waste money, but I knew she was happy inside.

My hard work finally earned the recognition of my superiors. I got promoted, my salary more than doubled, and my family was willing to help me with the down payment for a two-bedroom apartment. I was overjoyed. I felt like our hard life was finally about to end, and I could give my girlfriend a proper home. I had already decided to propose and end our long love story.

But just as I happily bought a bouquet of flowers and went early to wait for her at the place where she worked, I saw her get into a luxury car. As a boyfriend of six years, I didn’t want to believe she would do anything outrageous, but on a man’s instinct alone, I still took a taxi and followed.

My mood was uneasy. Six years, a full six years. We had supported each other all this time, loved each other, and I had never doubted that she would ever do anything to betray me. We had once sworn that no matter how many hardships we faced, we would grow old together and never leave each other.

When the car stopped in front of an upscale hotel, I knew I had lost. I had lost to money. My love was worth nothing. It hadn’t even made it to the seven-year itch, and my love was probably going to die after six years. Even so, I tremblingly called her, and the result was the same. She lied to me. She said she was going to a restaurant with a female coworker, when she had clearly walked into the hotel with a man.

What would happen next? I wasn’t an idiot. She would be fucked on the bed, maybe moaning wantonly while she was being fucked. I didn’t want to imagine that scene. It was too cheap, too shameless.

My heart ached. I kept thinking back over the last six years, remembering every little thing that had happened, remembering our sweet times together, remembering the first time she moaned happily beneath me, remembering how she had taken the condom and put it on for me herself...

While I was thinking, night fell. I kept staring at the hotel entrance and never left. This hotel was upscale, and I knew that even if I went in, I still wouldn’t be able to find which room they were in, so I could only wait out here, wait for her to give me an explanation, or maybe for that one-in-a-million chance to save my love. Or maybe nothing had happened at all?

Was I hoping?

No. I was just pathetic enough to still believe in something called love.

After three hours, they came out. My girlfriend looked a little haggard, as if she had been fucked hard.

My heart hurt so badly I could barely walk, but before they got in the car, I still stepped up in front of them.

When my girlfriend saw me, her face turned panicked, while the man beside her showed no expression at all, wearing a look of complete disdain.

“Juan! Let’s talk.”

“Mingyu, you saw everything. There’s nothing left for us to talk about.”

“What did you say!? You really got a room together? Then was our six years of love all bullshit?”

“Why don’t you two talk it out? I’ll wait up ahead.”

“No need, Mingyu. I, I’m sick of the moldy smell of that semi-basement. I’m sick of eating cabbage and potatoes every day. I’m sick of squeezing onto the bus every morning to go to work. Sorry, in front of money, our love is worthless!”

With that, she got in the car and left without once looking back. She wouldn’t even give me the slightest shred of dignity, mercilessly shattering the last trace of my hope for love.

The rain started falling, and then it only got heavier, just like my mood, pouring down in torrents. I blankly left the hotel entrance and wandered aimlessly through the streets. Where was I going?

I didn’t know. I could only keep walking like this, like a walking corpse, until I heard that disgusting song again.

When I got back to my semi-basement home, or what still counted as home, Juan was inside packing her things. Seeing me soaked to the bone like a stray dog, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes. That look really made me sick. Pity me?

Laugh at me?

Or feel sorry for me?

“Mingyu, you, you don’t have to do this. You’ll find someone better. Take care of yourself.”

“Done packing? Then get the hell out.”

“Mingyu...”

“Get out!”

I didn’t say another word, and I didn’t look at her again. When the door closed behind her, I knew my love was over, and my heart had been shut down by her completely. What love was there in this world?

That ridiculous thing was nothing more than a trick men used to fool women and women used to fool men. I was really laughing at myself, still thinking about marrying her. From how familiar she was with that man, they probably had been messing around for a long time. Maybe she had been fucked by other people more times than I had fucked her.

Maybe I should be glad I hadn’t ended up raising someone else’s child. Maybe that was heaven warning me. At that moment, I suddenly didn’t feel quite so miserable anymore. That woman had made me see the reality of this society. In a sense, I should even thank her.

I changed. Or rather, I grew up. After she left, I worked even harder. Of course, not for some bullshit love, and not for marriage. The thought of that stuff disgusted me. I was only doing it so I could live a decent life myself. Then, one night while I was watching porn, I suddenly found a new goal in life!

In the film, there was also a couple that looked like they had a very good relationship. Their boss took them out on a business trip, but in the hotel the boss forced the woman to have sex with him. The boss’s cock was huge, and he fucked the woman all night. She was conquered just like that, and even after returning home she secretly kept fucking the boss. After her boyfriend found out, the woman shamelessly said she liked big cocks and liked the feeling of being fucked by her boss.

It was as if I could see everything that had happened to me in that film. At last I understood a truth: money and sex. Those were the ultimate weapons for conquering women, while love had always been nothing but bullshit used to fool ignorant men and women.

I was going to conquer women. Yes, use money, use sex to conquer them. That would be my life’s goal!

Chamberlain said he had slept with 2,000 women. I thought he was bluffing, and they were probably all prostitutes anyway. My goal was to sleep with 1,000 women, and 1,000 women who believed in love. I wanted to make them understand that love was bullshit, so in a sense, I was also saving all those confused men and women out there.

Maybe my determination moved heaven itself, because just when I didn’t know what to do, a lawyer came from the United States. He said he was my grandfather’s younger brother’s son, that he had gone to Taiwan when he was young and later moved to America to become a businessman, but he had no descendants and left behind a huge inheritance. I was the first heir.

My first reaction was of course that this was some scammer coming to amuse himself with me, but after the lawyer explained it to me over and over, I found that the matter really seemed to be true!

After a round of chaos and paperwork, and after inheritance tax was deducted, I received wealth I had never seen in my life. In an instant, my life changed again. I was glad this money hadn’t been left to me too early, because otherwise I really might have ended up raising someone else’s child. My girlfriend wouldn’t have left me, but she would already have been fucked by someone else, and she definitely wouldn’t have told me. That was love?

Hahaha, damn, what bullshit!

I had money now, a very important thing. But I had no intention of wasting it. Aside from investing in some real estate, I put the rest into different industries to spread out the risk. Of course, even if I just left it in the bank, the interest alone would be enough for me to spend freely.

Money was no longer a problem. I could do whatever I wanted. But there was still one more issue: sex!

Right!

Without strong sexual ability, it wouldn’t be fun at all. If I was going to conquer women, I had to conquer them completely, mentally and physically. Only then would it be satisfying. Luckily, heaven had always favored me. I had a 20-centimeter-long cock, and in terms of ability, I was absolutely confident.

I spent some money buying a lot of clothes to dress myself up. Of course, not all of them were expensive clothes, because I didn’t want to dress as if I were rich all the time. Money was just a tool to serve my plan. I had no intention of spending money on women. Conquering them with my cock was my first choice!

I moved into a pretty good apartment. It wasn’t very big, because it wouldn’t be convenient to clean by myself, and for my future career, I also wasn’t suited to living in too large a place. Of course, I did have villas too. I just usually didn’t use them.

As for work, I naturally quit. From now on, I would have plenty of work, because I wanted to try all kinds of women. I believed there wasn’t a woman who couldn’t be conquered, because there was simply no such thing as fucking love in this world. Schoolgirls?

Office beauties?

Female celebrities?

Or government officials?

I was going to try them all, damn it. As long as they believed in love, I would crush it with my big cock and save them.

After I had thought everything through, I also began planning my life. To be honest, before this, I was just an ordinary office worker, a bottom-rung nobody living in a semi-basement. If you asked me what kind of brilliant methods I had, that would be bullshit. I didn’t even know what upper-class life was supposed to look like. But I wasn’t worried about that, because I really was rich now. Little by little, I would figure it out.

So I set up a step-by-step plan. What did that mean?

It meant that if you told me right now to go fuck some mayor’s wife or something, there was no way I’d succeed. If it went wrong, I might even get locked up. That level of difficulty was too high, something I couldn’t pull off right now. My experience was too shallow, and I didn’t even have any connections in the government. I’d have to leave that for later, when I had slowly matured and built up a wider network.

So I needed to start with something simple?

Exactly. There were plenty of easy targets I could practice on. I needed to accumulate experience, and of course in the end I believed that with my big cock, even fucking the British royal family wouldn’t be impossible.

I started screening my targets. Students were the first group I thought of. First, they hadn’t really entered society yet, so they were comparatively more innocent. Second, they still had unrealistic expectations about love. They were just too perfect to be educated and saved.

Yes, students!

They were the easiest to go after, and there were the most of them. From middle school to university, there were countless schoolgirls, and it was easy to pick one that suited me.

I bought a computer and started building my file. I wanted to record all the women I had saved. When I got old in the future, this would still be a precious resume. Even when I got to God’s side someday, I could brag about how many innocent women who still believed in love I had saved.

Since I had decided that my first saved target would be a female student, I needed a specific target. Only after I had a target could I think about how to get close to her. That was the first step, so over the next few days I started hanging around the school gate. My screening criteria were two things: first, she had to be pretty; second, she had to have a boyfriend.

Being pretty was simple. Since I was going to save her, what was the point if she wasn’t pretty? As for the second point, she had to have a boyfriend. Otherwise she wouldn’t even have love yet. Then what I was doing wouldn’t be called saving. It would be called seducing, coercing, or raping.

There was a university right next to where I lived, so I squatted there for a few days, but I didn’t find a target I liked. How should I put it? Maybe people these days mature too fast. Those university students all dressed like seasoned social climbers. Although most of them had boyfriends, and there were plenty of pretty girls, I still felt that they didn’t look like students. Since I had already decided to save female students first, after a few days of waiting, I switched to a nearby high school.

I had to say, high school girls looked much more innocent. One by one they were full of youthful energy, and just looking at them made my heart race. Beneath those school uniforms, I knew their young bodies were ready for sex, and their childish minds were surely still believing in love. I had to save them, so they wouldn’t get tricked after they entered society in the future.

And so I waited at the high school gate for another two days. On this day after school, I knew I had found my target: a girl with a single ponytail, not very tall, but extremely cute to look at. Most importantly, she was walking with a boy!

I followed behind them and slowly moved closer. The nearer I got, the more certain I became that this really was my target. The girl’s skin looked excellent, and her voice was unbelievably pleasant. I deliberately walked in front of them and turned back as if I were just looking at the road. Sure enough, this girl was really adorable. How should I put it? The kind of girl everyone would like. And the boy beside her was pretty spirited too. She was absolutely perfect as a target for salvation!

It was her. The first target I would save in my life. I was a little excited, but I kept it low-key. I knew I couldn’t rush this. I wasn’t a rapist. I had to seduce her slowly and let her learn that love did not exist.

I kept following them. At an intersection, they parted ways. Before they split up, they had been holding hands the whole time, but they hadn’t kissed. That surprised me a little. This kid was that innocent?

She must have already fallen into the abyss of love and needed me to save her.

After they separated, the girl walked for a bit and happened to reach the neighborhood where I lived. I was overjoyed. Was this a coincidence? No. Heaven had deliberately arranged this practice target for me. I knew that was how it was.

The residential compound had card access, so outsiders couldn’t get in. That made my tailing even bolder. She wouldn’t suspect that I was some kind of stalker, but I still didn’t know which building she lived in, let alone which apartment. I only knew which school she went to and which neighborhood she lived in, and getting closer from there was a real pain.

I sighed, thinking about what to do. Every building had access control, and if I followed her in too recklessly, she would definitely become suspicious. That was the one thing I absolutely couldn’t have, because first impressions were extremely important. If my first impression on her was that I was a threat, then things would become very difficult later. So I couldn’t follow her in. And even if I did, at most I would only know which floor she lived on, and each floor still had three households.

Slowly, I saw her pace slacken. It looked like she had reached the building where she lived. I looked and saw that it was Building 22. That was the first piece of information I had learned about her.

Just like that, I watched her walk into the building and disappear from my sight. Although there was a little regret, what I felt more at this moment was excitement. I had found my target, and I was finally going to put my plan into practice.

I went home and recorded what I had gained today. Target one: name unknown, height about 160 cm, ponytail, lives in XX Community, Building 22, student at No. 5 Middle School.

Mm, for now that was all. If I wanted to know more, tailing alone wasn’t enough. And even if I knew more, how exactly was I supposed to make my move?

If I were just a stalker or a rapist, then I would definitely have no way. But I was different. I had money!

I had brains. I could use many methods.

I had two pieces of information now: home and school. That meant I had two directions to break through from, school and home. I grinned wickedly, already having ideas in my head. Could I become a teacher or a tutor or something?

Hahaha.