Back then, I didn't believe that people who woke up from a coma could speak different languages or have completely different personalities. Well, now I fully believe something like this can happen in this world because it happened to me.
The last thing I remembered was the cold in that cave. When I became a little conscious, I began to feel my hands shaking. I heard a loud noise above my head, and fresh air rushed to my face. I blinked twice; my vision blurred.
"The stimulation is complete," I heard a computer voice announce.
When I woke up from my sleep, I found myself lying in bed. I looked to the right, then to the left. In a white room, there were a total of thirty beds. I saw other people getting up from their beds and walking towards the open door. I sat on my bed, concentrating on twisting my toes. I couldn't feel them, but I decided to step on the floor anyway. I fell onto the white marble but slowly regrouped my strength and limped towards the front door.
Walking to the door, the winter wind blew into the small white room. I saw other partners waiting for them in thick furry jackets and hats. They left one by one.
Honestly, I didn't know where I was. I'd woken up from a nightmare in a hospital gown and slippers. I didn't want to keep standing, so I decided to sit on a rock next to the entrance.
Somehow, it reminded me of when I was in middle school. I liked to play football. To be clear, it wasn't American football. I didn't know why the rest of the world called it football and Americans called it soccer. The rest of the world called it football because we played with our feet. Americans threw the ball with their hands, so I didn't know why they called it football. Should it have been called handball or throwball? Even with these confusions, I had to say that I liked watching American football. My favorite teams were the Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers, the oldest rivals in NFL history. I just loved watching them play together, but the game didn't excite me as much as their fans. These American Football fans were dyed-in-the-wool fans. Even when their team lost a game, they still cheered and threw the players a welcome party. Sometimes their fans could get very out of hand on social media. If you were a fan, you knew what I meant. Anyway, I would sit and wait for my mother to pick me up. My mother had never participated in any games I played in middle school. I was always that kid who had to wait thirty to forty minutes after everyone else was picked up by their parents, but I never blamed my mother. As a single mother, she worked very hard to support me.
After one day of practice, while I was waiting for my mother to pick me up, a group of men gathered around me asking for money. I told them that I was a student and had no money. They got angry and started attacking me. Jack and his friend happened to be passing by, and they saved me. This is why, after being bullied so many times by Jack, I still became good friends with him. That night, I said Sayōnara to football and started practicing martial arts.
One night, while I was waiting for my mother to pick me up, I saw Lisa waiting for her parents. The three people who had beaten me a few years ago started harassing Lisa. I was very angry, so I decided to fight these three bastards, and we fought an epic, fierce battle. In the end, we all got suspended from school. My year of martial arts practice paid off. I beat the three men up badly. One of them had a broken nose. That night, I got my sweet revenge and a girlfriend.
Life is funny, a bit like a roller coaster ride, with ups and downs. You'd think that since I saved Lisa, she'd be more grateful and stay with me. When I sat on these rocks, I regretted saving her. I thought that if someone as innocent as her was defiled by those men, she wouldn't be able to face the world, but men... I was wrong.
"I'm hungry," I said to myself. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall.
"Then get up."
I opened my eyes and saw Xiao Lan looking at me.
"Xiao Lan!"
I quickly got up and hugged him. I didn't know why, but for some reason, I thought I missed him very much. It felt like I hadn't seen him for many years.
"Stop acting like a kid."
"Xiao Lan," I complained. "Can you get me a lift? I feel like both of my legs are weak and I can't walk."
"Alright."
I quickly jumped onto Xiao Lan's back, and we started to walk down the small hill that I had thought was a mountain. Looking back at the main entrance, there were still people waiting. I was glad that I wasn't the last one to be picked up like before. I was no longer the corner mouse who had to hide because of embarrassment.
"What do you want to eat?" Xiao Lan asked.
"Something good is good enough."
So here we were, in my small apartment a year later. I didn't know what had happened during the time I left. Xiao Lan only told me that I was hibernating and had learned new skills. I had learned new skills. However, I only remembered that I had gone through a lot of dangers. I was locked in the library and forced to read every book before I was released. Thinking about how miserable life was, I just remembered that I had felt like I was in a black hole. Then a demon stood in front of me with a whip and forced me to read a lot of books, but sadly, I didn't remember what I read.
When the sun hit my eyes, I slowly opened them. I found myself sleeping on the left side, and I looked at the furry arm holding me. I didn't have to guess; I knew that this long furry arm belonged to Xiao Lan. The sweetness on Xiao Lan's body was a bit less than last night.
"Xiao Lan," I muttered in pain. My bottom and lower back hurt from Xiao Lan's assault last night. "Why do you smell sweeter when you're horny?"
"I don't know," he murmured behind me, and he pulled me back inside his arms and held me tightly.
"So, you mean it's been a year since the last time we..."
"Mmm."
I quickly adjusted myself to face Xiao Lan.
"You bastard, you only come to me when you need to bang me! I've been away for a year, who else are you banging?"
"No one."
"Liar," I grabbed his furry chest and climbed onto him. "Tell me, why didn't you come to save me?"
"I'm not supposed to. This is part of your training." He looked up at me and smiled. He grabbed my manly waist and lifted it up, and then I felt his hard 'popsicle' slide inside me. My passage allowed it to slide inside without hesitation. Then Xiao Lan began to exert force.
"Xiao Lan...you...ah..." I moaned.
After that, Xiao Lan rolled me onto my stomach and continued to thrust nonstop from behind me. I gripped the sheet tightly and continued to moan.
"Xiao Lan...stop it!"
It seemed that the more I told him to stop, the faster his thrust, so after a few attempts, I closed my mouth. Two hours later, Xiao Lan finally ejaculated after we changed ten different positions.
"Xiao Lan, why do you have to always ejaculate inside me?" I frowned. "Get away, you heavy beast!" I wanted to push Xiao Lan away from me, but I was all worn out.
"Jig, when you are cultivating, your third eye is open, and you will see things you have never seen before," Xiao Lan said.
"What kind of thing?"
"That kind of thing," He pointed to my left.
"Good morning," I heard an old woman's voice.
I looked up and saw an old woman holding a white cat.
"He meant something like me," she smiled with her red lips and stroked her white cat's whiskers.