Ding Beier in the classroom

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"Dear Senior Belle,
could you please come to the terrace on the second floor of Fengming Building after school? It's the place where I first met you.
Sincerely, your junior."
What is this?
Belle stared blankly at the card on her desk, along with a small wreath. Blooming flowers surrounded several large, red strawberries, their enticing aroma making her mouth water.
She'd been startled to see this on her desk when she arrived at class that morning, and her classmates had been secretly glancing at her and giggling. Could this be a love letter? A junior from an all-girls school sending a love letter to a senior? Was she kidding?
But it could also be a prank by her classmates. Just as she was pondering this, wanting to ask her classmates several times but unsure how, the bell rang for class. She quickly threw the wreath into her drawer and took out her textbook.
"Ding Beier, you've been at our school for a week now. Have you found anything difficult to adjust to?" The female teacher entered the classroom but didn't go straight to the podium. Instead, she walked to her side, greeting her with a warm smile, making Ding Beier tense and her tongue stiffen.
"I'm... I'm fine, oh, very fine. Thank you for your concern, Teacher Ge." "That's wonderful. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask!" The teacher adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, nodded with satisfaction, and walked to the podium.
Normally, teachers wouldn't be so attentive, would they? This school had been in session for a week, and the daily greetings made her feel uneasy.
But what did it matter if she wasn't used to it?
Her parents worried that in a co-ed school, she would be influenced by the boys in her actions and speech, becoming increasingly rude. They were afraid she would become neither male nor female, so they sent her here to study properly.
This was a highly regarded girls' high school, where students were considered to embody all feminine virtues. Furthermore, since the school's founding, all faculty and staff, except for a few janitor positions that must be held by men, have been exclusively female, so that students can naturally receive a ladylike education in a purely feminine atmosphere.
Due to the conservative school spirit passed down through generations, even the graceful young female teachers must wear extremely conservative clothing, almost completely covering their bodies, with only their heads showing.
However, a good figure can never be hidden. The female teacher on the podium wore a high-necked white shirt, her full breasts tightly bound, two rows of gold buttons rising and falling with her breath, her slender waist further emphasizing her ample bosom; however, her lower body was clad in a floor-length dark blue skirt, the cut of which was quite retro and nostalgic compared to the long skirts worn by ordinary women at the time, coupled with her large hair bun, making one wonder if she was still wearing a hand-sewn whalebone bra under her clothes.
However, in stark contrast to the teachers' attire, the girls' uniforms were surprisingly stylish. The tops were alright, but the skirts were not only excessively short, but also designed to be longer in the front and shorter in the back. When bending over, their white, tender buttocks would inevitably peek out. Wearing safety shorts under the skirts would look very sloppy, but since it was an all-girls school, no one thought it necessary. Belle, who had just transferred from another school, was very unaccustomed to this attire. Whether she was bending over or not, she felt a chill on her bottom.
To be honest, she didn't really like this girls' school.
Having attended co-educational schools since kindergarten, all the way to high school, the sudden absence of a bunch of boys was hard to adjust to. Besides, to her tomboyish self, an all-girls school gave off a sickly beauty vibe. Everyone spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing someone, and their behavior was also very refined, full of girlish softness and fragility. The whole school was full of graceful beauties, making her afraid to even yawn. She could only stretch comfortably in the restroom.
She thought about skipping class, but dared not actually do it. What if the female teachers and classmates surrounded her, crying and asking, "Is there something we're doing that you're unhappy about?" She wouldn't know how to answer.
The first time she came out of the school restroom, she noticed the students in the hallway were secretly glancing at her. She checked herself in the full-length mirror several times to make sure her clothes weren't crooked or wrong. She really didn't know what they were looking at!
After scratching her head, full of questions, she realized she was like a monster in this school because her hair was unusually short in the eyes of these girls!
For a tomboy like her to grow her hair long was completely impossible in the past, but the thought of being stared at like a monster by these girls every day sent chills down her spine.
The female teacher on the podium was giving a lesson in a soft, gentle voice. The students were all attentively looking at the blackboard. The heavy atmosphere made everyone drowsy. Belle couldn't resist secretly pulling the wreath a little from the depths of her drawer and glancing at the words on the card.
What she saw almost scared her to death: on the back of the card was a drawing of a girl sliding down the stair railing. Now she knew who had sent the flowers, and her heart pounded with anxiety.
This had happened three days ago.
She had endured it for several days, finally getting used to the cool, damp feeling on her backside from the uniform, but then she couldn't control her mischievous nature. Seeing the outdoor stair railing of the school building polished to a shine, and with no one around, she couldn't resist straddling it and sliding down.
Doing this on the stair railing of an all-girls school gave her a strange sense of adventure and excitement. The rushing air whipped her short uniform skirt up like a gust of wind, making her bare thighs feel cool and refreshed. Furthermore, the friction between her buttocks and the railing, separated only by her underwear, created an irresistible allure.
After sliding down to the first floor, Belle ran to the third floor in one go, then slid down again before climbing back up the stairs.
The fall from the third to the second floor was exhilarating, while the return journey from the second to the first floor was accompanied by the ticklish, tingling sensation of tree branches brushing against her thighs, along with a slight warmth in her groin. The feeling was indescribable; in short: it was so much fun!
Just as she was having fun, she suddenly heard someone gasp. Startled, she turned around and saw a small face on the second-floor corridor, blushing and staring at her. She was straddling the girl, rushing down from the third floor to the first… She had expected the story to spread throughout the school, and that she would be seen as a disgusting creature by the girls, just like the boys. But after a day or two of anxious waiting, no one looked at her strangely. She knew girls always formed cliques and secretly mocked each other, but nothing seemed amiss. Just when she felt relieved, she received a card and flowers from the girl.
In a co-educational school, this might be considered rude, but in a girls' school, it was a grave offense!
If that girl told anyone, she would have no place in this girls' school!
She unconsciously squeezed the wreath that came with the card, her fingertips becoming stained with the scent of ripe strawberries. When she placed her hand on the table, the aroma quickly filled the classroom. Just as she realized her fingertips were covered in strawberry juice, the teacher suddenly exclaimed,
"What a wonderful smell! Is it strawberries?"
The female students below echoed in unison, "It really smells like strawberries! It smells so good!" Then they stirred subtly.
These girls' noses are far too sensitive!
Belle thought to herself as the teacher gracefully walked to her side, smiling warmly at her. Seeing Teacher Ge's gentle smile, Belle felt a chill run down her spine and stood up to clarify.
"It was on my desk when I came into the classroom this morning. I don't know where it came from." She carefully took out the wreath, but deliberately left the card in her drawer to avoid Ms. Ge asking questions about its contents. The female teacher didn't intend to confiscate the wreath, and said with a smile, "Strawberries spoil easily, you should eat it quickly, especially now that it smells so good, it will interfere with your concentration in class, so it's better to eat it now." Surprised, Belle picked up the wreath and was about to leave when the female teacher stopped her and told her to eat it at her seat, and even to eat it along with the wreath. Thinking that
the whole class was watching her, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but it was the teacher's order, so she could only blush and bring the wreath to her mouth, aiming at the center, and carefully biting into the strawberry.
The blooming flowers surrounded the strawberry in the middle, three strawberries were arranged closely in a row, hiding under the petals, and she had to use her fingers to push the petals apart to eat the strawberry. The moment she took her first bite, abundant juice gushed out, making her chin and lips sticky, and her whole body enveloped in the sweet aroma of strawberries.
Holding the wreath, she worried about her unseemly eating manners and the sticky smell of strawberry juice that would permeate her entire day, yet she carefully licked the fruit. To ensure she ate cleanly, she not only gently nibbled but also occasionally rolled the fruit with her tongue and sucked the overflowing juice with her lips, burying her face in the wreath.
Only after finally finishing did she breathe a sigh of relief and put down the wreath.
Belle shyly raised her head and surveyed the entire class. Whether it was her imagination or not, all the girls in the classroom seemed to be watching her with fascination, as if her actions were quite captivating, their breathing becoming heavy, and some even unconsciously licking their lips.
"It's stained here." Standing beside her, Teacher Ge took out a handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped Belle's chin, then slowly moved it in a circular motion towards her lips. The soft handkerchief had a peculiar feel when it touched her lips, and Belle couldn't help but want to pull away.
Observing closely, the young Teacher Ge's skin was quite smooth and firm, her eyebrows were beautifully groomed, and her long eyelashes behind her glasses fluttered gently, captivating Belle. She couldn't
tell what kind of lipstick the teacher was wearing; her lips seemed to exude the texture of strawberry pulp, moist and sweet, almost beckoning someone to lick them… The warm breath of the teacher gently brushed against her cheek, seemingly carrying the alluring scent of strawberries… "Are strawberries delicious?" "A little sour, but very sweet…" Belle answered somewhat absentmindedly, not expecting the teacher to ask such a question. Her breath still carried a strong fruity fragrance, and the sweet taste made her body slightly warm—a strange feeling.
"Alright, you can sit down now. Remember to eat strawberries quickly if you receive them in the future!" Ms. Ge's gentle smile seemed to forgive anything, leaving Belle blushing as she sat back down.
"Let's continue the lesson," the female teacher said softly, picking up chalk and drawing on the blackboard.
Belle's mind was still a mess. Why were some classmates staring at her with envious eyes? She felt punished and utterly humiliated, forced to eat in public, yet everyone's attitude was different from her previous schools. Was this the rumored gloomy reaction of girls' school students?
Boys would just laugh it off, but the girls' hesitant expressions were chilling. She missed the cheerful atmosphere of co-educational schools… She should have never transferred to this strange school! Finally
, school ended, and Belle wanted to leave immediately, but the thought of the card and the small wreath made her uneasy.
That girl, knowing about her sliding down the stair railing, might be using it to blackmail her… But she couldn't remember what that girl looked like. In her eyes, all the girls looked exactly alike, even the female teachers resembled each other. After all, with only their heads showing, they could only be recognized by their bone structure.
Belle arrived at the second floor of Fengming Building as agreed. She had never liked the male teacher who picked his nose while teaching, the pot-bellied man who often pretended to smoke from his belly button, or the male student who liked to lift up girls' skirts more than now. In her previous school, no matter what she did, everyone directly mocked and ridiculed her, shouting and yelling at the top of their lungs.
She should try to transfer back to her old school!
Whether it was being blackmailed by someone who knew her secret or becoming an alien in the eyes of the girls' school teachers and students, the uncomfortable feeling was indescribable. The more troubled she became, the worse her mood got.
"Senior Belle, I'm so glad you were willing to come and meet me…" A female student stood at the corner of the second-floor terrace, smiling sweetly as she waited for her. Judging
from her uniform, she should be a junior high school student. After several days of waiting, Belle could distinguish the differences between the high school and junior high school uniforms. However, even among female students in the same high school class, the buttons on their uniforms were not entirely the same. The silver buttons had roughly two different patterns, and she still couldn't figure out the difference.
Belle's eyes widened, trying to discern the girl's features. She had fine, soft, brown curly hair, clipped to the sides. Her smooth, fair skin had a few light freckles, but they would disappear when her bright eyes blinked.
What an adorable, petite girl! She was like a doll, soft and cuddly, making one want to reach out and touch her, or even hold her in their arms.
Was she the one who witnessed her slipping on the handrail that day?
Belle wasn't sure. As she pondered and stared wide-eyed at the girl, the younger girl suddenly blushed and asked softly, "Senior, did I do something wrong?" "This flower, and the card—" Belle picked up the card and said, "Teacher Strawberry told me to eat them. So, um, it's just…" The girl exclaimed happily, "You ate them? Did you like them?" Seeing the girl's shining eyes, Belle couldn't bring herself to say no. She quickly changed the subject and asked, "Why did you give me flowers?" The girl blushed shyly and hesitated for a while before answering in a soft, delicate voice, "Because I like, I like you so much, Senior… How should I put it?" Huh?
Belle scratched her head blankly, flipped the card over, and asked, "Then what does this picture mean?" The younger girl lowered her head shyly, twisting her slender fingers, and stammered, "That day, I happened to see you here…you were sitting on the stair railing, and I…" That's right! It was her! It was her! Kill her to silence her!
In a panic, Belle grabbed the girl's arm and demanded roughly, "Did you tell anyone about this?" "N-no..." Just as Belle breathed a sigh of relief, the girl gasped and pleaded, "Senior, you're hurting me..." Belle was about to let go and apologize when the girl deflated like a punctured doll and slumped into Belle's arms.
"What's wrong?"
"Senior..." The girl nestled against Belle's chest and murmured softly, "You smell so good..." Belle immediately got goosebumps and almost pushed her away, but remembering that she had something on Belle, she had to suppress her urges and force a few dry laughs. She
was clearly sweaty, how could she smell good? It must be an insult implying that she smelled bad, but the junior seemed completely absorbed in rubbing against her, as if she really did smell amazing. Similarly, she smelled the scent on her junior's body—a sweet, delicate, and soft fragrance that made one want to inhale it again and again. Even the sweat of girls from all-girls schools smelled better than girls from other schools.
"Senior, can I touch you?"
"S-Sure!"
The girl blinked her watery eyes lightly, revealing a faint smile, and then reached out to stroke Belle's chin. Her smooth, soft hand glided across her cheek, lingering on her sensitive lips. The strawberry-like scent instantly aroused her sense of smell. The area her junior touched seemed more sensitive than usual, and there was a warm, almost unsettling sensation… "Senior, I really like you…I really, really like you…Do you hate me?" Tears welled in the junior's bright eyes, and her pink lips trembled slightly, as if pleading, as she gazed up at Belle with her small face. That delicate appearance made Belle's heart race.
"I don't know..."
"Senior..." Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and she slowly closed her eyes, her delicate face drawing closer to Belle's.
Belle had never imagined being kissed by a girl. When the soft lips touched hers, a strange heat spread from where they met, and she froze, unable to move.
Seeing that her senior didn't resist, the junior's lips gently parted, sucking on Belle's full lips. Her nimble tongue began to swirl around her lips, occasionally teasing them and slowly prying open Belle's teeth.
What a novel feeling! The sensation around her lips was more sensitive than when she was eating. As if in a chain reaction, a wave of heat washed over even the untouched areas. Especially the soft, elastic tongue, which created waves as it slid in her mouth, making Belle's entire mouth feel numb and tingly. Her tongue and lips involuntarily moved in response to the junior's sucking.
The junior's hand moved along Belle's waist, circling to her firm breasts. Her fingertips danced around the two small peaks, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, until finally her smooth palm gently caressed and teased the already erect tips through her clothes.
"Senior..."
"Mmm..." Belle gasped, unable to speak. She didn't know what was happening, only that her body felt so hot, and she wanted to take off her clothes as soon as possible. Although her remaining reason told her she shouldn't do this, it didn't tell her what to do in this situation.
"Senior... this is where you use the handrail, right?" The junior's hand had somehow moved to her thigh, her slender fingers sliding down her full thigh, under her skirt, moving back and forth at the base of Belle's thigh, gradually moving towards her private slit.
"You look so beautiful straddling the armrest. I love the moment your skirt flips up when you lean down... right here, where you're sliding on the armrest..." The junior's hands seemed to possess magic, igniting every spot they touched. Belle felt like she couldn't breathe, only able to groan and gasp helplessly. Her lower body felt like it had been electrocuted, leaving her completely limp and powerless.
"Ah, it's already wet." The junior excitedly increased the speed of rubbing Belle's panties, gently pressing her clitoris, causing Belle's legs to tremble uncontrollably, completely powerless, and she was about to collapse onto the junior.
The junior then slowed down the speed and pressure of her rubbing, helping Belle sit against the wall. Then, her fingertips danced like dancers, quickly flicking and caressing Belle's private parts, causing Belle's legs to open and close repeatedly, her body twisting uncontrollably.
"Senior, you're so cute!"
The junior sighed softly, her soft, moist lips returning to Belle's. After a few moments of sucking and licking, she began to gently nibble at Belle's sensitive neck, occasionally sucking on her soft earlobe and lightly flicking it with her tongue.
Completely unable to lose her senses, Belle felt as if her whole body was being brushed by feathers, both itchy and hot, her entire body tingling with a numbing sensation, even her eyes gradually becoming hazy and unfocused. Her
already soaked panties had been pulled down at some point... hanging loosely on her ankle.
"I love you the most, senior! Do you like me too?"
Belle raised her hand absentmindedly, touching her junior's light-colored curly hair, and replied, "You're as cute as a doll..." "I'm so happy!" The junior reached out and unbuttoned Belle's blouse, pushing the bra up over her breasts, and lowered her head to nibble on the erect nipples. The indescribable pleasure made Belle let
out another meaningless moan, her body swaying slightly with the junior's movements. The wet friction between her legs kept making a sound, her body getting hotter and hotter, and her white legs unconsciously spread wider and wider... Suddenly, a wave of orgasm struck every cell in her body like lightning, and the deadly pleasure crackled through her nerves. She couldn't feel where the junior's hand was on her body, she only knew that her body was burning... After the heat reached its peak, it slowly slid down, and she wanted to give her junior the same pleasure.
Belle, unsure how to respond, simply mimicked her junior's actions, embracing her and gently biting her tender earlobe. Once her junior's body relaxed, Belle's hand followed the hem of her skirt, which was longer in the front than the back, caressing her junior's buttocks.
"Mmm...senior is touching me there...it's so embarrassing..." Belle let her junior sit against her, one hand kneading her small breasts while the other roamed her thigh. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the edge of her panties, her junior suddenly twisted her body, resisting Belle's advances.
"Can I take off my panties first?"
Her junior, panting, knelt down and pulled off her panties, their wet sheen shimmering as they fell to her ankle.
"Senior, please don't hate me..." The junior choked up for no reason, her trembling shoulders softening Belle's heart. She said softly, "I won't hate you." The junior's face was flushed, her head lowered, and she slowly pulled up the front of her skirt... Belle had never seen such a pink and cute little thing before, and she held her breath and stared.
At the tip of the delicate little stalk, a crystal dewdrop was trembling and dripping from the opening. The clean, hairless little stalk stood upright at a vertical angle, and under the light, the blood vessels could be vaguely seen surging, swaying slightly with the junior's sobs.
"I really like you, senior... Would you like to touch me?" Belle carefully reached out and touched it. The surface of the stalk was so soft and smooth that she couldn't bear to let go, and she even gently stroked the two little mounds below.
The junior student let out a soft moan, gasping occasionally with each of Belle's movements. Her plaintive cries seemed to indicate immense pleasure, emboldening Belle's hands to move even more smoothly, relentlessly stimulating the junior's sensitive spots.
"Ahhh..." The junior student gasped, her waist spasming, and a gush of hot, white fluid spurted out, splashing Belle's face.
"I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, senior..." The junior student lowered her body, gently licking Belle's stunned cheek with her tongue, their breaths mingling once more... "Oh? What are you doing?" A voice suddenly came from behind. Belle hurriedly covered her chest; Teacher Ge was standing right behind them, looking at them in surprise. She was instantly mortified, unsure how to explain the situation.
"So, you sent the flowers?" Teacher Ge suddenly chuckled, looking at the junior with an understanding expression. "Too bad you didn't see Ding Bei'er eating strawberries in class. Several students in the class are infatuated with her because of it!" "Oh, you're so annoying, Bei'er is mine!" The junior hugged the completely bewildered Bei'er and started playing with her nipples again. Bei'er couldn't help but moan softly.
The teacher was watching her, yet she shamelessly continued to make those sounds... How embarrassing... And between her open legs, there was a wet, warm sensation, right in front of the teacher's gaze... Teacher Ge knelt down and said, "Don't mind if I play with you too?" After saying that, he knelt between Bei'er's legs, his high nose just touching the swollen little bud, while his nimble tongue and lips sucked on the thick petals. The teacher's glasses kept touching the flesh of her thighs, the hard texture rubbing against the flesh, creating a special sensation.
Regardless, it felt so good… Belle felt her body becoming lighter and lighter, as if floating in the night air, waves of heat constantly propelling her, lifting her to the highest heavens… “Senior Belle…” Her junior softly woke her, but she still couldn’t come to her senses. Her mind, like it was on edge, seemed to see Teacher Ge loosening the double-breasted buttons on her chest, revealing her full, large, white breasts. Moreover, the teacher was holding up one incredibly soft breast and nibbling on her nipple… The teacher’s slender fingers were still nestled between the trembling breasts!
Teacher Ge started to unbutton her long skirt, revealing two straight, beautiful legs that were flawlessly smooth. The only slight imperfection was that among the perfectly trimmed, thick pubic hair, a thick, long, red penis stood erect.
How strange… Belle rubbed her eyes, making sure she wasn’t seeing things. Her junior hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, “Teacher has such a great figure, aren’t you envious?” “Ding Belle, don’t be nervous, it won’t hurt at all. According to our school’s long-standing tradition, we won’t let you get hurt or bleed, after all, this is a pure campus. Relax, consider this a celebration to welcome you to our school!” After Teacher Ge finished speaking, her breath sweet and fragrant, she and her junior helped Belle kneel down. While the junior teased and kneaded Belle’s exposed nipples, she twisted her slender waist, rubbing her small penis against Belle’s chin. The hot penis constantly stimulated her moist lips, and Belle simply sucked it into her mouth, holding it in her mouth and licking the juice flowing from the small opening with her tongue.
"Ah... Senior is licking me there... Mmm, it's so hot there, I'm melting..." Teacher Ge also knelt on the ground, constantly licking and kissing Belle's labia with her nimble tongue, occasionally sweeping into her tightly closed anus. Her tongue tip moved lightly around the entrance, making Belle almost lose her senses, saliva uncontrollably flowing from the corners of her mouth.
After a while, Teacher Ge rubbed his thick, long penis and began to slide it between Belle's wet thighs. The hot, thick touch made Belle feel scared, and her muscles stiffened and tensed up.
"Don't worry, it feels great!" Teacher Ge cupped Belle's buttocks in his hands, gently blowing on them to help her relax. He then squeezed her soft flesh together, just enough to grip her thick, long penis. He then began to move it slowly but faster, letting it slide along the wet canyon. He started to shake her plump buttocks wildly, making the penis rub intensely against her tight flesh... "Ahhh... This is... Ah... Ah... Such a strange feeling... Ugh..." Belle let out a loud moan. The teacher's penis moved faster than a sliding stair railing, almost burning hot against her crotch. The rapid friction caused her tender petals to be squeezed and deformed, and the spring water in the canyon gushed out continuously, making a clear chirping sound. The wet sensation slid down her inner thighs to the floor.
The teacher's penis, its tip throbbing, repeatedly teased the sensitive clitoris, triggering a series of lightning-fast thrusts within her. The junior student continued to squeeze her breasts, causing Belle's delicate body to convulse helplessly... All three reached their climax simultaneously. Belle greedily sucked the sticky fluid gushing from her junior student, her hips swaying unconsciously. For the first time in her life, she felt such pleasure... "Ding Belle, do you like our school now?" Teacher Ge gently stroked her cheek. Belle was about to button her clothes; at this moment, she had completely given up on transferring schools again.
"I'm afraid the school doesn't like a rough female student like me, hehe. But I will try my best to become a lady," Belle said with a wry smile.
When the junior student and the teacher finished adjusting their clothes, she understood the reason for the school skirt's design. The junior student's small penis was perfectly concealed by the longer front of the skirt, and the teacher's thick penis wouldn't protrude from the close-fitting skirt.
Surprisingly, although the school is renowned for its 100% feminine character, about a third of the teachers and students are not actually women. Even someone like Teacher Ge and her junior sister can blend in seamlessly and inconspicuously into an all-girls school, making even the tomboyish Belle feel ashamed… Teacher Ge gave Belle two silver buttons on her blouse, explaining that they featured two different embossed patterns—lilies and tulips—representing the female students' gender preferences. Sisters in the same school could understand each other at a glance, facilitating strong sisterhood. Of course, the same embossed pattern was also on the gold buttons of the teachers' blouses, reflecting the closer bond between all the teachers and students—a bond stronger than that of blood sisters.
“Our school is like a warm family; everyone is a good sister. Welcome to our school, Ding Belle,” the dignified and beautiful Teacher Ge said kindly.
[The End]

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