Sexual happiness on campus

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Autumn, a season representing harvest, carries the transition from spring to summer, filling people's hearts with anticipation.

This season is also the liveliest time on campus; students return from holidays, new students arrive, bringing a mix of emotions, and the university campus is once again filled with new life.

My name is Zhuang Erdong, a pretty cool name, right? Unfortunately, behind this cool name is one my parents casually gave me. My mother's surname is Chen, and I'm the only boy in the family, so my two sharp-tongued parents simply bestowed this artistic name upon me.

Zhuang Erdong, small square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, short hair, not thin, slightly chubby, no muscles, medium height, though I have an artistic name, I have the heart of a nobody. Although I inherited my mother's bright, large eyes, unfortunately, a pair of black titanium glasses perched on my nose, with thick lenses, completely obscure these captivating eyes.

This ordinary man, however, had extraordinary opportunities that transformed his otherwise uneventful life into something vibrant and colorful. Unimaginable adventures gradually shed his boyish naiveté, transforming him into a true man.

Chapter One: Encountering

Advanced Mathematics in the Classroom. This is a term that many people loathe. On this university campus, it seems to represent the primal force of suffering; just mentioning it elicits complaints. Actually, it's not that the course is difficult. For those who can enter this university, advanced mathematics, while challenging, isn't something to fear.

The main reason is the professor who teaches advanced mathematics—a legend at the university, a god-like figure. It's said that many high-ranking officials would fawn over him, barely daring to breathe. But this is just a legend, rarely confirmed, and thus becomes a joke. However, when people see the university leaders' obsequious attitude towards this old man, they slowly begin to believe it.

This professor never took attendance, never went overtime, and was never late. Even when he was sick, sometimes with an IV drip, he would still finish the lecture. Many students who initially attended out of admiration for the professor eventually developed genuine respect for him.

Unfortunately, despite their deep respect, most students kept their distance. The professor's imposing presence intimidated everyone who came into contact with him; some, even the timid, felt breathless in his presence. Therefore, whenever the twice-weekly calculus class came around, regardless of what they had done the day before, students would arrive at the classroom on time. This was a truly spectacular sight on campus; the usually spacious hall would only become bustling with activity during calculus class.

Despite the large number of students, the left side of the classroom was always mostly empty. People habitually sat in the middle or on the right. The main reason for this was that the professor would habitually look to his right while lecturing, and to avoid eye contact with this authoritative old man, most people preferred to stand rather than sit on the left.

As an ordinary student, I really wanted to be like them, but unfortunately, I don't like crowds. Besides, I really enjoy the feeling of having my answers explained to me time and time again; that feeling makes my otherwise ordinary life seem vibrant. So, I became one of the few oddballs.

There are a few others who are just as odd as me, but among them are two stunningly beautiful women: Gu Xiaobei and Yi Xiaonan. Perhaps because I'm too ordinary, they don't feel threatened, so these two beauties always sit to my right, leaving one or two seats empty in between.

Gu Xiaobei is a high-class loli type, about 165cm tall, a little thin, with long twin ponytails, a rosy face, bright eyes, and two very eye-catching breasts. Based on my extensive experience watching adult films, those two mounds are at least a C cup. She has a slender waist and long, thin legs. Every time she appears, I feel like I'm seeing an anime character... who was it again... Hatsune Miku? She really seems like a real-life version of Hatsune Miku, and even more alluring than Hatsune Miku. Gu Xiaobei, though not very tall, appears remarkably slender due to her proportions. Her presence always makes many men unconsciously drool, especially those known as "homebodies," who stare with a primal urge. Gu Xiaobei, however, seems oblivious, completely ignoring her surroundings. But her bright, expressive eyes, when she tilts her head to look at you, always hold a curious glint in them. Every blink seems to electrify, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart flutter. Gu

Xiaobei's family must be well-off; I've heard that one of her outfits could feed me for months. Although I don't recognize those designer brands, I still feel quite disheartened. After all, compared to someone so high and mighty, I'm just an ordinary bystander. Forget about striking up a conversation; I wouldn't even have a topic to discuss.

What makes me feel fortunate is that this beautiful young woman sits next to me. Although there are always one or two empty seats, the unique girlish scent emanating from her always captivates me.

And next to Gu Xiaobei is always another beautiful woman—Yi Xiaonan. Yi Xiaonan, at least 175cm tall, stands out in a crowd even without considering her perfect proportions. With short hair, almond-shaped eyes, double eyelids, and a sharp, confident face, she exudes an aura of haughtiness, giving the impression of a military family background. Compared to Gu Xiaobei's attire, Yi Xiaonan's clothes are always quite ordinary, yet they seem to glow on her. She favors solid-colored dresses, especially sky blue, white, and purple. Her slender waist, while similar to Gu Xiaobei's, conveys a feminine grace, and beneath her dresses, only her long, shapely legs are often visible. Even this glimpse is enough to suggest her legs are incredibly sexy. If Gu Xiaobei gives off an impression of wanting to push her over, then Yi Xiaonan makes people look up to her. Her subtle, somewhat cold aura, even with a constant smile, makes her unapproachable. The dress also accentuated two prominent breasts, but compared to the cartoonish beauty beside her, they were somewhat insignificant. A discerning person could easily tell that these breasts were at most a B cup, and the dress only made it harder to discern their true size.

Yi Xiaonan's family background is a mystery. Some say she grew up in a military compound, while others say she came from the countryside; few know the specifics. If you were to accidentally touch her not-so-large eyes, you would feel their profound depth, like a deep blue sea—very beautiful, but revealing nothing of her inner world.

As a second-year student, I always arrived at the classroom very early, even though I knew my seat wouldn't be taken, I still preferred the spaciousness of the classroom. I habitually sat in the seventh row at the very end, put my books down, and looked out the window with a certain anticipation.

This spot was right by the window, so whenever I felt tired, I would turn my head to look at the scenery outside. The swaying sycamore leaves, dappled with sunlight, and the clear, emerald-green lake in the distance, always made me feel refreshed with the gentle breeze. But what I enjoyed even more was the unintentional fragrance of a young girl wafting through the air. Whenever this happened, I knew class was about to start, and those two stunningly beautiful girls had already sat down next to me, even though one seat was still empty.

"Why is your face so square? Hey, I'm asking you!" Taking advantage of the professor's break to drink water, Gu Xiaobei seemed to finally realize someone was next to her. She tilted her head, blinked her big eyes, and asked me curiously.

This was our first conversation. To be honest, I was really flustered. Her question was difficult to answer. This pretty girl's question left me a little dumbfounded. I turned my head and stared blankly into those sparkling eyes, completely mesmerized. I felt like every pore on my body had opened up; I was inexplicably excited, and my face was starting to burn.

With a soft cough from the professor, the classroom, which had been a little chaotic, quieted down once again. Gu Xiaobei glanced at me a few more times, looking rather bored, then pouted and reluctantly went back to listening to the lecture.

As for what was said after that, I didn't hear a thing. Although I was watching the projector in front of me, my mind was filled with the adorable image of Gu Xiaobei. I never expected that this beautiful girl, who was adored by everyone, would actually talk to me. I felt both excited and disappointed. Excited because I was finally being noticed, disappointed because I had no idea how to answer the question. Why was I so flustered? Who was I supposed to ask?

I was still in a daze until the end of class. When I felt the emptiness around me, only the old professor was still in the classroom. He smiled at me and then sat down in the same row as me again. However, his seat was in the third row. I didn't understand why he always sat there after class. At first, I thought it was to make it easier for us to ask questions, but after so long, I realized it was just a habit of his.

My face, which had just turned red, slowly returned to normal. I scratched my head sheepishly, closed my book, and knew today was going to be a disaster. I hadn't heard a thing in the second half of the class, and this little devil had broken my habit of taking notes. Why was she called a little devil? I didn't know. Gu Xiaobei gave me the feeling of a little devil hidden under an angel's shell. She was incredibly cute on the outside, but I always felt this girl wasn't so simple.

"Hello, teacher, my name is Zhuang Erdong. I'm sorry, I was daydreaming in class. May I ask you a question?" I timidly approached the old professor. Once again, I was the oddball. Although everyone thought the old man was intimidating, my thirst for knowledge gave me the courage to ask my question.

The old professor was startled at first, but it was only a fleeting look in his eyes. However, the smile on his face was genuine; I could tell he was very happy. Despite my initial nervousness, seeing that fatherly, caring smile finally made me feel comfortable enough to communicate normally.

Because I hadn't listened to much of what was being said, questions kept coming in one after another. But the old man seemed increasingly pleased, not at all annoyed by my seemingly silly questions. At least an hour passed; it was noon. I went from standing to squatting, and finally, resting my hands on the table, attentively listening to the professor's explanation. The words, already very clear, seemed to vibrate in the air at this close range. Each word struck my mind like the sound of a bronze bell, deeply imprinting itself on my being.

My stomach rumbled, finally reminding me of my hunger. Having gotten up so early, I hadn't eaten breakfast, only taking a bite of a biscuit and a sip of cold water. So, this intense focus on the lecture had made me tired, but completely absorbed in learning, I hadn't noticed. Only this natural bodily reaction brought me back to normal.

"Teacher, thank you. I'm so sorry for keeping you occupied for so long. I promise I won't let my mind wander next time. Please go eat." "Dad... are you done? Are you happy now? Today is really special! After all these years, someone finally asked a question again. You can eat more today!" A clear voice reached my ears. I was startled, realizing that it wasn't just me and the professor in the classroom. A tall, beautiful girl had appeared. I only glanced at her briefly, but her smiling eyes electrified me, and I quickly turned my head away.

Shen Yuyan, Professor Shen's only daughter, was also at our university, a junior this year. Later, I learned that every day after class, Professor Shen would sit in the classroom for a long time, just like me, staring blankly at the scenery outside, regardless of the season. As for the reason, I have no idea now. So, every time after class, just before dinner, Shen Yuyan would come over and pick up her father. Since they lived in the school's residential area, the father and daughter would go home for dinner every day.

This usually dignified old professor seemed to have made a mistake in front of his daughter, smiling awkwardly and scratching his head. This contrast was completely unbelievable to me. Was this still the same god-like professor? He was just a domestic old man. It turned out that Professor Shen was so approachable, although that invisible aura hadn't been completely hidden, just diminished.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, girl. I'm going to eat. Xiao Zhuang, that's all for today. If you have any questions, you can come to my house. I'll give you Xiaoyan's phone number later. You can contact her first if you have any questions, and if she doesn't understand, she can contact me. You should go eat too." I stood there stunned for at least ten minutes, finally snapping out of my shock. The sight of Professor Shen being helped and pulled by Shen Yuyan was hard to believe.

Moreover, I found myself with a piece of paper torn from my notebook. Although I usually treasure this notebook, this time I hadn't paid any attention, and someone had just ripped a piece off. The paper only had a string of numbers on it, but the handwriting was incredibly neat—truly reflecting the person's character. I

carefully tucked the paper into the notebook, and then, for some reason, pressed it down a few times. After fully recovering, I felt completely weak, as if my internal organs had been hollowed out. Only then did I remember to check the time. I pulled out my phone and saw—12:45! I was stunned. The school cafeteria probably wouldn't have much food left at this hour. Although there were privately run cafeterias, they were too expensive. The food was good, but the price was exorbitant. So, I rarely went to those private cafeterias; most of the time, I chose to squeeze into the school cafeteria with everyone else.

Feeling hungry, I ran breathlessly to the dormitory like a wild dog, not even bothering to greet anyone, and then dashed to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was nearly deserted; only a few people sat sparsely in the somewhat empty hall. The stark reality of the situation deeply affected me: leftovers. Almost all the food stalls had left. I swiped my meal card and hastily ate some food, then sat down and listlessly ate.

Full and satisfied, I lay down on the top bunk again, finally able to settle down. But the events of the morning felt like a dream. The breathtakingly beautiful Gu Xiaobei had spoken to me; the dignified Professor Shen had the expression of an ordinary old man; the pure and mysterious Shen Yuyan had smiled at me. All of this made my brain short-circuit. Lost in these thoughts, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Two: Court Benefits

"Dongzi, Dongzi, wake up, wake up! Go see the beauties! Big beauties! Boss, hurry up, get up! You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't look! I'm telling you, if you don't get up, I'll strip you naked!" The person who was fiddling with my head was Da Niu. His name didn't actually contain the character "Niu" (牛, meaning bull). Because he was big and burly, and covered in muscles, his roommates called him Da Niu. His real name was Liu Yizhou, a rather unconventional name, yet this is the kind of person he is. Although Da Niu is so strong, he's the fourth oldest in the dorm, which means he's the youngest. And I, unfortunately, am the third oldest. This guy usually calls the eldest and second oldest "brother," but he just calls me "third oldest," which almost made me lose my temper. However, after realizing I didn't like the nickname, he changed his tune. There was no way to get him to call me "Third Brother," so "Dongzi" became the common name for everyone in the dorm, and everyone called him Da Niu. Gradually, this nickname became the way we all called each other, and he happily accepted it.

"Damn it! Damn it! Can't you see I'm having a sweet dream? Damn it, I'll kill you!" I was telling the truth. In my dream, I was communicating with my goddess, and we were about to kiss when this damn thing woke me up. How could I not be angry? I got up and threw my pillow at him, but unfortunately, I missed. (I don't like the term "goddess." In reality, goddesses are associated with prostitutes, so calling a girl a goddess isn't a compliment.) "Shut up! There are beautiful cheerleaders on the court! Really, I'm not kidding. If I hadn't had to go to the bathroom, I wouldn't have bothered telling you. Hurry up, wipe your drool, let's go see the beauties!" Seeing me get up, Da Niu, his face flushed, ran out again and disappeared in a moment. His eagerness made him seem like he'd be seen naked if he was late, which made me a little itchy too. With that kind of excitement, he definitely wasn't lying; otherwise, he wouldn't have run off so quickly.

Suddenly, the thought of seeing the beautiful cheerleaders popped into my head, and the drool I'd just wiped away started flowing again. Damn, this is pure bliss! How could I miss something like this? Those little butts, those long legs, those tight clothes... oh my god, I can't take it anymore, I need to pee too. I

hurriedly took care of my business, without even washing my face, and like Da Niu, excitedly activated my "wild wolf" mode, panting and running to the basketball court. Damn, nobody there. The tennis court too, nobody there. Damn you, Da Niu, you should at least explain yourself! I cursed under my breath, crouching low, panting for ages. This was more tiring than running several kilometers. Since

none of these places were open, the main field was the only option. All that excitement was instantly worn down by the exhaustion. Slightly annoyed, I stretched and slowly walked towards the soccer field.

"Go! Go! Ohhhhhh! Best! Ohhhhhh! Ahhh, it's in! Awoooahhhhh!" This was the deafening roar of the crowd. Men were like wolves, women like waves, their howls blending into a cacophony. Before I even reached the football field, the noise was so deafening it gave me a headache. This was insane! I wasn't used to this kind of environment to begin with, and this noise made me feel nauseous.

I wanted to turn back, but then I thought, since I'm already here, I might as well go check it out. I covered my ears with my hands, gritted my teeth, and squeezed into the crowd. But there was no way to squeeze in among the men. I tried several times, but I got annoyed. I looked around and saw a group of girls right next to me. Oh well, I'll just have to go down there.

"Come on, good, damn, so soft, oh my god, so bouncy, oh my god, so smooth, oh my... oh my..." I finally understood why these sluts were yelling like that. Those usually aloof girls were now completely disregarding their image. I squeezed and felt the women's bodies, it was incredibly pleasurable. "Ouch... these breasts are so big, so soft, don't pinch them, I didn't mean to." Now I completely understood why these men loved watching sports meets so much. It turns out they didn't really like the sport itself; most people just liked their own sport. While squeezing, I dodged the girls' retaliations, using my hands, arms, even my mouth and face, completely ignoring who was in front of me. I rubbed, grabbed, and licked, squeezing my way into the crowd. And you know what? Even without seeing their faces, it was still incredibly comfortable among the girls. I was being squeezed by breasts of all shapes and sizes from all sides, almost giving me a nosebleed.

As a virgin who had never even held a girl's hand, it was in this environment that I fully experienced the benefits of women. My hands were constantly reaching out, while the girls around me seemed to completely ignore me. Some of them felt really good, so I would deliberately turn my head to look elsewhere and then vigorously knead them. Although it felt a bit excessive, this blatant taking advantage made my lust boil. I didn't care about anything else. An unexpected crowd pushed me to the side, and my hand, which had been kneading her breasts, was pushed down. Coincidentally, there was a tall girl next to me wearing thin hot pants. My hand was unknowingly pushed to her crotch. As the waves of people surged by, I finally touched a woman's vagina for the first time in my life. Yes, that was a vagina. The waves of people surged by again and again, and my hand gradually pressed down on the girl's crotch, then clumsily explored between her legs with my fingers. The girl's pants were so thin, and her underwear seemed to be very thin too. After slowly touching her for a while, I felt the shape of her entire vulva. A small groove-like shape immediately appeared in my mind, and with a buzz, my blood boiled. I completely ignored everything around me. My other hand went down and reached for the girl's buttocks, squeezing them hard. If someone in the distance could see, my actions would look like milking a cow. The girl whose vulva and buttocks I was squeezing had already noticed me, but there were too many people around. She tried desperately to run away, but it was all in vain. Besides, this girl was pretty. Although she couldn't compare to those top-tier beauties I dreamed of, she was still a great beauty in a crowd.

Although there were two layers of clothing between us, the thin fabric still allowed me to clearly feel the shape and heat inside. Perhaps she was aroused by my massage, because after only a few minutes, the girl stopped resisting and dodging. She just gave me a coquettish glare, then turned her head and pretended to continue watching the game. As for whether she was really watching, I didn't believe it. Her breathing had become irregular, and her body began to actively cover for me, leaning towards me. Damn, this is the legendary lustful woman! I've really struck gold.

Because of her cooperation, my hands began to truly touch her. Before, because of her deliberate avoidance, I couldn't fully touch her.

That plump mons pubis, that moist and hot vulva, those labia minora that I forcibly parted, were all being vigorously caressed by me. Touching her vulva through her pants and underwear was also a very stimulating feeling, making me feel liquid flowing from my nose. I knew I was going to have a nosebleed. I thought to myself, "Oh no!" and quickly stopped what I was doing, calming myself down. If it started flowing, I would be giving myself away. The girl, who had started swaying involuntarily, suddenly sensed my movement stop. She immediately turned her head, blushing and glaring at me reproachfully. I, equally blushing, could only offer an awkward smile. Just as she seemed about to leave, I suddenly grabbed her buttocks. Having just kneaded them, I knew exactly what her pants were like, so this time I slipped one hand inside her slightly loose pant leg, forcefully grabbing her smooth buttocks and, through part of her underwear, began to knead them vigorously.

The girl felt my movement again, but this sudden entry into her pants still startled her. She let out a soft "Ah!" and then covered her mouth in surprise. After looking at me for a while, she surprisingly moved closer to me again, turning her head as if to look into the distance.

Half of her slightly perky buttocks were now rubbed down to her buttock crease, allowing me to fully experience the skin and warmth of her buttocks, making me feel like I could fly. Feeling the girl's cooperation, I finally made up my mind. With my other hand, I slipped my hand inside her pants from her waist, and then, using the hand kneading her buttocks, I forcefully pulled her against my body. This way, I wouldn't have to look at her resentful eyes anymore.

The girl, who had just been enjoying herself, suddenly felt my hand inside her pants, and my fingers had even broken through her underwear, touching her pubic hair. This seemed to wake her instantly, and she struggled violently, trying to escape my clutches. Unfortunately, the people around her seemed still going wild, and no matter how she struggled, she was pushed back by those around her. My hand stopped kneading her buttocks, and I could only forcefully press her genitals against my already hard penis. I lowered myself slightly, pressing my penis directly against the area near her labia minora, rubbing it forcefully. Although the underwear and pants caused me considerable pain, when my penis felt the shape of her vulva, all the pain seemed to disappear.

The girl's body gradually went limp, and she could no longer stand. She rested her chin on my shoulder, and her hands naturally wrapped around my waist, letting me do as I pleased.

I felt her breathing becoming warmer and warmer, and my penis grew harder and harder, until it ached, and I even started drooling. The fingers that had been touching the pubic hair around her mons pubis could finally move downwards, while the other hand on her buttocks pulled down her panties a little, and the fingers began to touch her anus, perineum, and labia. When I started intentionally inserting my fingers into the girl's anus, she finally couldn't hold back anymore. "You, you, don't go too far, otherwise, ah... ah... don't poke, don't poke, it's dirty there, and it hurts, are you even human? Ah... I'll listen to you, don't poke." Feeling the girl's soft threat, it didn't make me stop, but instead excited me even more. With that playful thought, every time the girl made a sound, I would gently poke my finger inside, then continue to dip it in the wetness at the bottom of her panties, and then poke it back in. I did this back and forth for a while, and finally my middle finger went in a bit. But if I went any further, the girl seemed to go crazy, which scared me. So, I didn't pull my middle finger out, but I didn't dare to go in either.

When the girl felt me enter her anus, she gripped my back tightly with both hands, intensifying my desire. When I started to consider her feelings and didn't penetrate deeper, she began to subtly wiggle her hips, allowing me to easily insert my fingers into her anus.

Feeling her soft body, the friction from her firm breasts, and my fingers slowly penetrating her anus, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. Thankfully, just as I penetrated a little deeper, she bit my shoulder hard, the pain instantly reducing my urge to ejaculate. I could only continue at the previous depth. There must have been no secretions in her anus, so forcing entry like this must have been uncomfortable for her. I wanted to pull out and soak up some of her flowing fluids, but I didn't dare; if I pulled out, it would be difficult to re-enter.

The girl's mouth strength gradually decreased, and she began to moan softly, almost like a spoiled child. This moaning was entirely due to my other hand, which had inserted its fingers into her vagina. Through her pants, it was difficult for my fingers to fully penetrate; only a small portion remained inside. But even this stimulation, combined with the completely exposed environment, caused the girl's body to tremble as I suddenly accelerated my thrusting. Her smooth, long legs clamped tightly around my hands. I felt as if her vagina and anus were breathing simultaneously. Despite the resistance, my movements didn't stop. This stimulation made me completely lose myself; I just wanted to continue what I had been doing.

As the movements continued, I heard the girl grit her teeth, and her whole body began to tremble violently. When I suddenly bent down, allowing my fingers to penetrate deeper into her vagina, a powerful force pulled my middle finger into her vagina, increasing with each thrust until it was completely inside. My other middle finger, following the breathing of her anus, was suddenly thrust all the way in.

"Ah...uh..." The girl's small mouth bit my shoulder again, letting out a soul-stirring moan. Then, streams of hot liquid sprayed onto my fingers, flowing down onto her panties. There was so much liquid that the crotch of her thin hot pants was already soaked. My penis, which

had been pressing against her vulva, seemed to be stimulated by her. The hard shaft began to throb, a super-stimulating pleasure shooting straight to my head. Then my anus tightened, and streams of semen gushed out.

This was the first time I had ever ejaculated next to a real girl, especially while she was being masturbated. The stimulation and pleasure made me dizzy. My penis felt like a high-pressure jet of water released from a valve, spraying powerfully. Once, twice, countless times, I felt completely drained.

My head was spinning, my body felt like it was floating. This feeling gave me a headache, but it was fucking amazing.

After ejaculating, I leaned limply against the girl, who was also completely exhausted. The noisy cheers, curses, and moans became clear again.

Luckily, the surroundings were very crowded, so our tryst wasn't exposed, and we didn't collapse to the ground. However, my finger inside the girl's anus couldn't withstand the pressure from her buttocks anymore. The girl was breathing softly, her body draped over me, and my finger inside her felt like it was about to be broken—it hurt terribly. When I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I suddenly bent down and forcefully pulled my finger out.

As my finger was freed from her anus, I thought I heard a sound like a fart, but it wasn't quite like that; it was too noisy around. Sensing that my finger was gone, the girl finally swayed slightly before returning to her previous position.

Finally, a hand slipped off the girl's pants. The feeling of being freed from restraint was incredibly comfortable. At that moment, I was extremely grateful to this girl next door. She truly let me experience the benefits of womanhood and gave me a vivid lesson in physiology.

However, it seemed that our entire affair had been discovered. One of the girls next to me seemed very excited, but when I turned my head to look around, I felt a warm sensation on my lips, and then a smooth little tongue began to explore my mouth. We started a French kiss. My desire, which had just subsided slightly, was once again aroused by this girl whom I couldn't even see clearly. This was my first real kiss. That little, wavy tongue kept guiding my clumsy self. Slowly, I finally caught up with her rhythm. The scene was incredibly beautiful; it was practically art. A beautiful girl was leaning on my shoulder, her eyes slightly closed, slowly savoring the climax she had just experienced, while on my right side, I was engaged in a passionate French kiss with another girl. This was a scene I had never even dreamed of.

The finger still inside the girl's vagina began to move again, but this time it wasn't twitching; it was gripping forcefully, like peeling an orange. The middle finger kept digging into the tender flesh inside, and the girl on my shoulder was breathing heavily again, but she seemed a little different.

Because the girl I was kissing was so passionate, she had completely aroused my emotions. I only paused for a moment before finally seeing the girl's general appearance. Hmm? Not bad, quite alluring, but she didn't seem like a student at all; she didn't seem to have that student-like air about her. But this was only a fleeting thought before the girl silenced me with her mouth again.

Just like that, gripping one girl's vagina while kissing another, everything around me seemed to freeze, making me feel like I was in heaven. This feeling was so good, so incredibly good. Who would have thought that an unintentional act would lead to such a sensual experience? I could brag about this for a lifetime.

The pleasure was fleeting. Just as I felt myself reaching the peak of desire again, the screams around me slowly subsided. The girl I was French kissing realized what was happening, immediately pushed me away, turned, and disappeared into the crowd.

After a brief moment of recovery, the girl on my shoulder also recovered. As I sensed the change in the atmosphere, she abruptly pulled her fingers out of my vagina, which had been tightly gripping me again. As soon as she left, it seemed to bring out a lot of sticky fluid, which smeared onto my hand and then onto the girl's lower abdomen.

People around us started paying attention to us. The girl sensed something was wrong and immediately pulled away from me. However, because her orgasm had just subsided, her face was still flushed and exceptionally beautiful. I glanced down at my hands, almost unable to believe what had just happened. As

we regained our senses, both the girl and I felt the discomfort inside our clothes. The girl's crotch was already dripping wet, and the fluid in my underwear was directly coating my testicles, making me feel very uncomfortable.

"You filthy scoundrel, you just wait!" the girl gritted her teeth, glaring at me with shyness mixed with a hint of lust.

I was starting to regain my senses; everything that had just happened had left me somewhat stunned. I could only stare at her, blushing. She pinched my waist hard again, but this time, I didn't feel any pain.

Seeing me still bewildered, she surprisingly smiled, whispered a set of numbers in my ear, and then warned me very seriously that if I didn't contact her, the consequences would be severe.

I just stood there, dumbfounded, watching as another girl I'd had a relationship with awkwardly squeezed out of the crowd, glancing back at me briefly before disappearing without a trace.

[The End]

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