The climax in the dormitory

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2003 was a turbulent year: the SARS outbreak, floods in southern China, the Japanese-made poison gas bomb incident in Qiqihar, Leslie Cheung's suicide… For me, the only good news was that I took the college entrance exam and was admitted to a university in northern China. Arriving at school, everything was so new and exciting—a new city, a new lifestyle, and new friends—there were always endless topics to discuss. However, as time went on, the most common thing was the endless coursework, and life became boring and monotonous.

One day, my roommates were busy with their tasks and chatting about random things, while I sat at my desk browsing the internet. When I opened a forum, I saw a very eye-catching post titled "Perverted Japanese Woman's Daring Selfies." Curious, I clicked on it and was shocked. At first, I thought I was seeing things, but upon closer inspection, the picture showed a woman standing next to a supermarket shelf, her face blurred, behind a customer, lifting her short skirt, revealing dark pubic hair without underwear. "That's so perverted!" I couldn't think of any other words to describe her, thinking to myself, "No normal woman would expose herself in public, let alone take pictures and post them online for others to see." My face flushed instantly, and I quickly closed the webpage, forgetting all about the other pictures. If my roommates saw this, they would laugh at me to death, saying I would look at such perverted pictures and would think I was perverted too. I glanced at them out of the corner of my eye; they were still chatting and laughing, oblivious to my actions. I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart pounding. I like being naked, but only secretly at home, and I've never gone without underwear. I'd never thought about exposing myself in public before. I remembered the dreams I had as a child, vaguely recalling how I used to somewhat enjoy those dreams.

All day, I felt down, for reasons I didn't know. That night, lying in bed, I thought about the picture. "If it were me... Oh my god!" I started to think, "Ai Xinhuan, what are you thinking? Do you like this? You're not that perverted, are you?" I quickly stopped myself from having such thoughts. But I couldn't help but fantasize. "It's just a thought, it's not really me, what's there to be afraid of?" I tried to convince myself, fantasizing about being in the school supermarket, wearing my short skirt—but I didn't have one, so let's pretend I did—and walking behind a boy, quickly lifting my skirt to expose my vulva, then immediately letting it fall down, of course without underwear… Oh my god, I'm going crazy! I dared not think any further; I'm the kind of person who blushes if a boy stares at me for even a short while, it's so embarrassing! The more I thought about it, the happier and more exciting I became, and I started to get excited. Driven by curiosity, I suddenly wanted to look at the other pictures in that post, and once I had this thought, I felt restless if I didn't do it, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. So I tiptoed out, connected the computer, took it to the bed, and then drew the curtains so that turning on the computer wouldn't disturb anyone. I turned on the computer and found the forum, but the forum was too popular, and that post had been buried among the new posts; I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked. I was so disappointed. Ugh, I should have just copied the URL. Why was I so shy, afraid someone would see it? I wanted to turn off the computer and go to sleep, but I was reluctant. This thought kept nagging at me, it was so frustrating. Then I remembered it was past midnight, so I could find yesterday's post in my history. I almost laughed out loud at this thought, how clever of me! I opened my history and quickly found the post's title. I peeked out from under the curtains; my roommates were all sleeping like logs. I held my breath, afraid they'd find me hiding in bed looking at weird pictures. I clicked the link, anticipating the exciting scene. The webpage slowly loaded, but there were no pictures, only a few words: "Staying up all night, want to die?!"... Haha, just kidding, hehe! I've worked so hard all night, heaven won't be so unkind.

The webpage opened, displaying over a dozen pictures, all of this woman. Some showed her with her top open, revealing her breasts; others showed her facing customers with her back to the camera, her skirt lifted to her waist, her bare buttocks exposed, revealing her labia; still others showed her squatting on the ground pretending to pick something out, her legs spread, exposing her pubic hair; and one showed her by an empty shelf, her skirt off, her face turned away, nervously looking around… I felt as if I were there, standing in her spot in the supermarket, in the same pose, warily scanning my surroundings. It was so tense, so exciting! If someone saw me, I would be mortified! I looked at the pictures repeatedly, no longer thinking it was perverted behavior, and even wanted to experience that tense atmosphere firsthand. “I’ve never had any imagination before,” I thought, “I never imagined such exciting things existed in the world.” I knew I could never have that kind of courage; just seeing these pictures was enough to satisfy me. At that moment, I was sexually aroused, my body accumulating a powerful urge to release. I put the computer aside, slowly lay down, and started masturbating while looking at the pictures on the screen. I quickly reached orgasm. After the orgasm, looking at the pictures didn't arouse me as much. I thought, maybe it was because my libido was aroused that I did this, not because I liked it. But I still downloaded the pictures and hid them on my computer. In the days that followed, everything returned to normal. I didn't pay much attention to it, and I never thought of exposing my body in public to scare myself.

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