The Pleasure of a Beautiful Girl's Boudoir

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My alma mater's marching band instructor, Xiaoliu, is getting married! She and I are very close. She deliberately scheduled our engagement and wedding banquet to coincide with my exams, and she even got a bunch of people to ask me to be her bridesmaid.

Actually, I don't mind being a bridesmaid; it's a rare opportunity. My older cousins didn't ask me to be their bridesmaid. They said I was too beautiful, too alluring, too pretty, and had too good a figure—I'd definitely overshadow the bride. They wouldn't even let me help with the reception.

And they're right. If I stood at the banquet hall entrance wearing a low-cut, backless, figure-hugging mini-dress, the male guests probably wouldn't even remember who the bride was. They'd be too busy admiring my sweet, innocent face, my incredibly alluring cleavage, and my long, straight, white legs under the mini-skirt.

Instructor Xiaoliu is incredibly beautiful; she was also the captain of the marching band in high school. Beautiful and spirited, she doesn't need to worry about me overshadowing her.

My hesitation stems from Xiaoliu's penchant for teasing me. She always leaves me practically naked, panting and moaning, before feigning an apology. Humph! I finally graduated and escaped her clutches; I'm not going to walk right back into her trap… That being said, in the end, I obediently agreed to be her bridesmaid.

Everyone's persuasion was simple: this might be my only chance to be a bridesmaid in my life.

Besides Senior Xiaoliu, what normal woman would deliberately choose such a stunningly beautiful girl as her bridesmaid? Although I don't consider myself a stunning beauty, I am certainly a well-known pretty girl... To be honest, I'm probably a tiny bit prettier than Senior Xiaoliu.

The criteria for choosing our marching band leader haven't changed since Xiaoliu was in high school. First, the face must be extremely beautiful, the more beautiful the better. Second, the figure must be slender and shapely; a slim waist, long legs, a curvy figure, and a firm bust. Third, the legs must be long, white, and straight, as this is the most important feature of a women's marching band.

Strictly speaking, the third point is actually the most important. However, beauties are easy to find, but beautiful legs are hard to come by; sometimes, past seniors could only rely on flesh-colored stockings and high boots to cover up their flaws. Xiaoliu said that since the team's inception, they've only encountered a handful of people like me who could compete bare-legged and charm the judges.

You have to understand, those lecherous judges have very high standards; ordinary beautiful legs are nothing to them, let alone charm them, just escaping their scrutiny is considered excellent.

Being a bit clumsy and absent-minded, I originally didn't dare join the honor guard. I was afraid I'd keep dropping my gun during the competition, which would be too embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoliu had already decided on me at the start of the semester. During honor guard registration, she ignored the rest of the class, went straight to my classroom, dragged me to the changing room, stripped me naked amidst my struggles and cries, touched me all over, and only then helped me change into the incredibly sexy honor guard uniform.

Senior Xiaoliu said that with my beautiful face, great figure, and flawless legs, it would be a waste not to be the head of the marching band. She felt that only her junior, my senior Qingyao, could compare to my beauty.

Actually, I think Senior Qingyao is even prettier than me, especially when she smiles—she's so cute and adorable, absolutely captivating. However, she's already married, and unless I meet an even prettier girl in the future, it's highly unlikely that anyone will ask me to be a bridesmaid.

Xiaoliu completely hit my weak spot. I pretended to be reluctant, but inwardly I happily agreed.

As soon as the midterms ended, she summoned me back to help her choose a wedding dress and gown in preparation for our engagement. Maybe it's because she hasn't had a chance to tease me in a long time, because as soon as we arrived at her house, Xiaoliu pushed me into the room, locked the door, and stripped me bare. She said she wanted to carefully examine my body and help me pick out the most revealing, sexy, and alluring bridesmaid dress.

I was both amused and exasperated. Who's getting married anyway? She's clearly the bride, yet we spent two whole days picking out my underwear and dresses.

Xiaoliu said she lives here anyway and has plenty of time to squander. But I'm away from home and don't come back often, so she wants to get my part sorted out first.

Everyone else's bridesmaids coordinate their outfits with the bride's dress, but my senior and I are doing the opposite; she's going to coordinate her wedding dress with mine... What's going on here...?

My senior especially reminded me to watch my diet and not to gain weight before the engagement. I'm not worried about that at all; my slim waist hasn't changed much since graduating from junior high. Buying skirts is always a hassle because no matter the style, the hem is always ridiculously short. After all, girls with this waist size are usually petite, and nobody has legs as long as mine.

Floor-length skirts always reveal a glimpse of my slender calves. Knee-length skirts instantly become mini-skirts that blatantly expose my thighs—it's incredibly alluring.

If it were just a little short, it wouldn't be so bad, but my pert bottom makes the back of the skirt look especially, especially short. To make the skirt look more balanced, the front hem had to be shortened, resulting in my wardrobe being filled with miniskirts—none of which, except for custom-made ones, covered even half of my thighs.

That super-short skirt probably played a role in my college interviews, didn't it? At least those male professors were completely mesmerized, captivated by my exposed, fair thighs.

Actually, I was tricked by Xiaoliu that day; she originally wanted to wear straight-leg jeans that didn't flatter her figure. But afterwards, I was actually quite grateful to my senior; without her prank, my interview score probably wouldn't have been so high.

Because I was wearing an extremely revealing, light pleated skirt paired with strappy high-heeled sandals, my already long and straight legs looked even more alluring, even more so than when I was wearing my marching band uniform.

My resume photo was replaced by my senior with a full-on sexy marching band photoshoot, all of them practically showing my underwear, completely displaying my incredibly sexy pert buttocks and smooth, firm thighs. Although the marching band uniform top was tightly covered, the cut was very form-fitting, almost indistinguishable from a swimsuit or leotard, even revealing lace details of my bra.

In some of the photos, my bra was stolen by that wretched senior, Xiaoliu. Shy and nervous, I left behind an indelible image of my erect nipples in the photo, which that jerk of a senior even enlarged and used as my computer wallpaper.

Seeing that set of sexy photos that I'd never shown to a man before, and then seeing myself shyly tugging at the hem of my miniskirt on stage… the entire interview passed in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. The teachers didn't give me any trouble at all, and even asked me to perform the high-knee move that the marching band captain used to emphasize her beautiful legs.

Knowing I was accepted, I happily agreed to their request. Later that day, I remembered that I wore safety shorts during the marching band competition, so even if someone saw me, it wouldn't matter. Before the interview, I was wearing jeans, but after changing into a skirt, I forgot to change out of my incredibly transparent lace underwear...

No wonder their eyes practically popped out of their sockets... After the interview, they didn't even stand up to shake my hand. They were probably still setting up their tents, right?

After registering for school and moving into the dorm, Xiaoliu tricked me again. She borrowed all my clothes that could cover my knees, leaving me with only miniskirts.

I don't know if it's just my paranoia, but I always felt like the remaining skirts had been altered, almost all of them ridiculously short like marching uniforms, and no matter how much I pulled them up, I felt like I was about to expose myself at any moment.

For a whole week, I had to wear a miniskirt to class every day, showing off my long, fair, and flawless legs, which made the male classmates, teachers, and upperclassmen swoon.

Many female classmates asked me what brand of stockings I bought, and at first I was completely clueless. Apparently, they thought my legs were so beautiful because of the stockings, when in fact I'd never worn stockings before. However, Xiaoliu forced me to wear lace thigh-high stockings a few times.

My senior returned my long skirt and pants to me when I went home for the weekend, but unfortunately, my image at school was already fixed. When people saw I wasn't wearing a miniskirt, they would ask all sorts of questions, and even ask suggestively if I was on my period… How awful!

In short, under my senior's persecution, I had no choice but to wear miniskirts even if I didn't want to. I had to work and save money to buy a few less revealing dresses, so that at least I could wear something a little longer than usual during my period.

My senior's engagement finally arrived. After my persistent pleading, she didn't make me wear a dress that was too revealing, which reassured me a lot. Actually, I didn't understand why an engagement required a bridesmaid. Anyway, we just had to dress up nicely and follow the elder's instructions.

My senior said that if I could choose the dress, then she could choose the underwear. Afraid that she would deliberately tease me again, I obediently let her do as she pleased. Anyway, with the dress covering me, no one could see, so it didn't matter how sexy I wore underneath.

But… I fell for it again.

Xiaoliu said my figure was too perfect, and the rented dress couldn't meet her requirements. She specially ordered a form-fitting cheongsam for me, clinging perfectly to my curves, even measuring the position of my nipples precisely.

Wearing that dress, even though I was completely covered up, my figure was still utterly exposed. I couldn't wear ordinary underwear underneath, otherwise there would be obvious lines showing through at the buttocks. My senior told me not to wear it, but I absolutely refused. Finally, she coaxed me into wearing a thong, which barely solved the problem. The engagement ceremony

at her house went very smoothly, although I felt that all the men present, including Xiaoliu's husband, were leering at me the entire time. It was only at the small banquet after the ceremony that my senior's sinister intentions were revealed; she actually wanted me to change into three different dresses with her. This was just an engagement… why change into so many dresses? Why did the bridesmaid have to change her dress again?

My senior's reason was that her dress didn't match my cheongsam, so I had to change with her. Well… that sounded quite convincing. Foolishly, I agreed.

The dresses Xiaoliu picked out were all incredibly troublesome; she needed help getting them on and off repeatedly. After finally helping her change, I did think the two girls in the mirror looked very mismatched.

The groom was already knocking on the dressing room door when my senior slowly brought out the dress she wanted me to change into: a ribbon-tied satin dress that completely exposed my back, leaving no room for even the sides of my breasts exposed.

I knew Xiaoliu couldn't possibly have any good intentions! Changing into this dress was quick, but I couldn't wear a bra, otherwise the bra straps would look very awkward… I gritted my teeth, glared at my senior, but still obediently took off the cheongsam and stepped into the dress.

While my senior helped me adjust the level of exposure on my breasts, I realized why she had been so adamant about not letting me wear a bra since last night. On one hand, the cheongsam itself had a design to lift the breasts, showcasing my curves. On the other hand, it was to avoid leaving bra strap marks on my delicate skin, especially with this backless dress.

While toasting, I stood beside my senior, shielding her from drinks, but I couldn't block the burning gazes behind me. Even though I knew it was just psychological, the back of the dress was so exposed that I felt dizzy after only a short while.

After barely finishing a couple of bites of food at the main table, my senior and I had to change into our gowns again.

Her gowns were increasingly elaborate, while mine were getting simpler and simpler.

I pretended to be dead, not wanting to change, but the one I was wearing looked really weird paired with her new gown… Finally, I changed into that low-cut, backless dress after my husband knocked on the door, completely displaying my incredibly alluring cleavage. As soon as I

stepped outside, I felt the men's burning, lecherous stares. It was like when participating in a marching band competition; there are always some lecherous old men trying to take pictures up our skirts.

During a competition, you can glare at those annoying, boring people, but everyone here was my senior and my husband's family and friends.

My face flushed, and I tried to avoid those blatantly lustful desires. However, during the toasting, almost every man's gaze kept drifting between my face and cleavage. Even my teacher's husband secretly stalked me several times when he turned his head... Who's the real star today? You jerk, senior!

Back at the main table, I had barely sat down when men kept coming over to toast me. Ostensibly, they were toasting the parents of both sides, but in reality, they were constantly vying for positions and angles to stalk me from above...

I wasn't wearing a bra, so I didn't even have time to use nipple covers. My pink nipples and areolas were thus exposed to the eyes of many astute men...

I hadn't noticed at first, but my senior quietly reminded me in my ear. She shouldn't have said anything. Realizing I was already exposed, I blushed furiously and became extremely nervous. My sensitive nipples gradually hardened from the friction against the fabric, making them very noticeable against the thin silk dress…

I was so embarrassed I wanted to run to the dressing room to change, but my senior was smiling and constantly serving me food while greeting the men who came to toast me.

My face felt so hot, and my bare chest itched so badly. I nervously held onto the bra straps, afraid they would slip down and expose my breasts. I finally managed to

hold on until my senior changed again, but in my haste, I forgot to put on my nipple covers.

My husband knocked on the door urgently; apparently, some guests wanted to leave early to collect the wedding candy. Without waiting for an argument, I grabbed the low-cut dress my senior had prepared for me and quickly put it on in front of the mirror. My senior helped me pull it up slightly, so the ridiculously short hem barely covered my private parts. We left the dressing room one after the other.

The moment I stepped out the door, I regretted it. What business is it of the bridesmaids to hand out wedding candy? But of course, my senior wouldn't let me escape. She smiled and pulled me forward, holding a plate of wedding candy for the guests to choose from.

My senior's dress was so elegant, so conservative, so beautiful. My dress was so light, so eye-catching, and looked so classy.

But that hem was just too short, too revealing, too alluring! Standing in front of me, she could see my completely bare legs from top to bottom. The thin fabric, though not transparent, floated up incredibly easily. The air currents created by the guests moving around could easily lift my ridiculously short skirt, revealing my stunning lower body beneath only a lace thong…

I moved the plate down, but that only blocked the gazes coming from directly in front of me. Moreover, the upper part of my breasts and my back were completely bare, just as eye-catching as my long legs; no matter how I tried to hide, it was impossible to completely avoid being exposed…

I wanted to cry.

But I had to maintain a sweet smile.

The banquet hall below the stairs was filled with another group of people, complete strangers to us. I secretly prayed they wouldn't look up when they came out, so they wouldn't notice my smooth thighs and half-naked private parts under my miniskirt…

A few lecherous older men immediately noticed the problem with the lobby's design. After taking their photos, they went down the stairs, chose an inconspicuous corner, and, drooling, stared blankly at my skirt…

I desperately tried to squeeze my legs together, but I knew it was useless… My legs are naturally long and straight; no matter how much I squeezed them, it wouldn't affect the beautiful sight in their eyes.

I felt so ashamed! So embarrassed!

I quietly backed away, only to bump my butt into the man's hard crotch behind me… I froze for a moment before realizing what I'd bumped into. I tried to move forward, but I couldn't keep up with the speed at which his tent was bulging… He was pressed against my round, pert buttocks like a shadow, my thin skirt offering no cover for his warm, trembling movements…

I wanted to cry! But I had no choice but to cover the man behind me. He couldn't just leave with that huge tent, could he? I could only stand there, letting the men downstairs ogle my skirt.

Back home, I cried and cried. My senior kept comforting me and apologizing. She said she hadn't expected to be standing in such a convenient spot when seeing him off. She'd only wanted me to show off my legs a little, but now even my private parts were completely exposed.

I persisted in demanding emotional compensation from my senior, and she reluctantly took two days off from school to come to my university to be with me.

My senior generously bought me several dresses, making me feel a little embarrassed, as if I was taking advantage of her. However, soon after she left, she received a furious and indignant phone call from me, because she had replaced all the underwear in my closet with the most revealing, see-through, and minimal-fabric lingerie!

It's summer! Everyone else's tops are thin and their skirts are short; how could I show my face in such revealing clothes? Because I was going to be a bridesmaid, my part-time job pay would be delayed by a few days. How was I going to survive for those few days? I couldn't possibly borrow my roommate's clothes, could I?

I, who dared not skip class and was always well-behaved, reluctantly wore a sexy bra and thong, paired with a tight-fitting thin shirt and a mini-skirt, arriving early and leaving late for every class, always trying to hide myself, afraid that too many boys would see my incredibly alluring underwear.

The midterm exam results were released. A professor kept me after class, staring at my cleavage, and said he had accidentally lost my exam papers, so he had to give me a mediocre grade for now. He said I must have done well since I had been so attentive in class, and asked if I wanted to retake the exam to improve my score.

Actually, I was quite satisfied with that score, but the professor said he would only keep the higher score, and told me not to worry, retaking the exam was fine, and it wouldn't matter if I failed.

Since he said that, I couldn't refuse, so I made an appointment with him.

I studied hard for two days in a row, and forgot to do laundry. All that was left in my closet was the thinnest, most revealing, and most alluring sheer skirt that I would never normally dare to wear. Except for my back, which wasn't completely bare, my shoulders, the top of my breasts, and my long legs were all exposed, not much better than what my senior wore at her engagement.

I didn't dare call the professor to ask for a postponement, so blushing and forcing myself, I put on the dress and went to his house.

As soon as the door opened, seeing my incredibly sexy and beautiful outfit, the professor's sweatpants immediately bulged. I pretended not to notice, greeted him sweetly, and bent down to take off my shoes, giving him a chance to cover himself.

I tossed my long hair, brushed my bangs aside, and then noticed that behind the automatically closing door was a tall, full-length mirror. Wearing a super short pleated skirt and bending over with my legs straight, I reflected in the mirror a pair of incredibly beautiful, white, slender, smooth, and toned legs.

As my skirt lifted, my round, perky buttocks were completely exposed. The thin lace straps of my thong offered almost nothing; instead, the contrast in color made my buttocks appear even whiter, brighter, more lustrous, and more dazzling.

My shoelace got caught. I was so nervous. I wiggled my hips and the hem of my skirt while desperately tugging at the thin leather strap that had been so smooth just moments before.

I glanced at the professor and saw that he was completely mesmerized, staring intently at the mirror, his genitals even more swollen than before.

I was too embarrassed to touch my skirt at that moment, because that would mean I knew he had been spying on me. Even if I tried to cover myself, it wouldn't have helped. This position was just too awkward, and my skirt was ridiculously short. No matter how I tried to cover myself, my white, tender buttocks would inevitably be exposed.

"Professor..." I called softly, "My shoelace is stuck, could you please..."

He didn't hear me at all. I tried raising my voice and straightening up, "Professor..."

His pants were so swollen, and my face was burning. I handed him a newspaper from beside the shoe cabinet, asking him to cover his genitals. He finally snapped out of it, coughed lightly, and said he'd forgotten to prepare slippers for me and would have to look for them.

I sat down, holding my skirt, and sweetly reminded him to untie my shoelaces. He knelt down in front of me, his voice like heavenly music, his hands groping my little feet, his eyes constantly drifting towards my incredibly alluring skirt. I felt so embarrassed by his gaze…

His hands were strong, and he quickly regained his composure, helping me put on my shoes, tying them tightly in a knot.

Now, my shoes were stuck.

I chuckled, while the professor, oblivious to the foolish thing he'd done, laughed. After a long, long time, he finally seemed satisfied with staring at me, loosened my restraints, found some slippers, and led me into the living room.

The professor's wife had gone to her parents' house, and he was alone. His house was spotless; the smooth tile floor gleamed like a mirror, and the view under my skirt was completely unguarded to him.

He complimented me on how beautiful and pretty I looked today, even more charming than usual in class. I thanked him sweetly, while dodging his increasingly inappropriately large hands.

We both tacitly avoided mentioning his prominently bulging crotch. The professor had me sit on the soft sofa, brought out fruit and drinks, and said that absorbing a little sugar before the exam would help improve grades.

My buttocks sank into the soft, low sofa, and my short skirt was lifted up sharply, no matter how much I pulled it, it was no use. I crossed my legs to cover my private parts, but the professor could see my beautiful buttocks and entire thighs from the side.

I picked up a long, thick banana, peeled it elegantly, and slowly, starting from the tip, carefully licked the flesh soft with my tongue, bit by bit, before taking small bites, like eating ice cream. This way of eating was taught to me by my senior; she said it prevents weight gain.

The professor said he'd been practicing photography ever since he saw my marching band photos during the interview, and asked if I could be his outdoor model. While licking the banana, I met his expectant eyes with my sweetest smile and nodded in agreement. After all, many of my department's credits were in his hands; I couldn't afford to offend him over something so small.

He ran out with his large tent erected, quickly returning with a point-and-shoot camera. He said I looked so beautiful while eating that he wanted to capture my charming image with a burst of photos.

I knew his excuse about learning photography was just that—an excuse many suitors had used. The professor kept snapping away with his camera, even telling me to pause a few times before taking a bite. His dawdling made me eat the small plate of fruit slower and slower, and it wasn't until half an hour later, when his memory card was empty

, that he finally stopped. He said he was going to get the exam paper and told me to prepare. I got up, rinsed my mouth in the bathroom, moisturized my face, and went back to the sofa to wait.

The professor came out quickly, looking embarrassed, and said he'd found my lost exam paper. My score was the same as the top student in the class, and he asked if I wanted to take the exam again.

My face flushed instantly. I knew I hadn't done that well at all; he'd definitely given me extra points because of my good looks, just like the entrance exam.

My grade is probably tied to how revealing my dress is today, right? If I take it all off now, I might even pass the final exam with a high score without having to take it.

The professor said that since I don't want to take the exam, he wants to take me to buy a dress as an apology. He lowered my grade before and took up my precious holiday time, so he must apologize to me properly.

I blushed and said no, no, I still need to go back to the dorm to do laundry. When he heard that I had no clothes to wear, he generously said that he would buy me a few more, as he happened to have some department store gift certificates that he didn't need and was just wondering what to do with them.

I couldn't resist the professor's enthusiasm, and I was afraid of angering him and lowering my grade, so I obediently let him put his arm around my waist and take the elevator downstairs, sitting in the assistant's seat while holding the short hem of my dress.

The professor's pants were hard for most of the morning, but thankfully he didn't keep staring at her beautiful legs and drove fairly well. However, after parking at the department store, he lingered in the car, reluctant to get out. It took me a while to realize that his crotch was too swollen to be seen. My face flushed red again.

The professor told me to go upstairs first, and he would "rest" and then find me. I nodded shyly and exchanged phone numbers with him.

I tried on several dresses at the counter, and after a long, long time, he finally called to ask where I was. I wanted to tell him that he was going to pay, so I picked out a few nice ones for him to choose from, and deliberately put the cheapest one on top. Unexpectedly, the professor pulled out a gift set and bought them all without saying a word.

He said he wanted to see me look sexy in my new dress, but was also worried that I'd need to "rest" afterward. He pulled me along to continue browsing the other counters, saying we could try on clothes for him one by one when we got back to his place.

It seemed like the professor was going to give me some clothes as a gift, so I pretended to be picky, saying I didn't see any designs I liked. The professor suggested that since I didn't like buying outerwear, I should buy a few sets of lingerie to match my new clothes, so I could change into them without waiting for them to dry when I got back to my dorm.

All the lingerie counters happened to be having a joint exhibition of sexy lingerie. I said the lingerie was too expensive and I didn't want to buy any, but he insisted I buy at least a few sets and even helped me choose some. Although he couldn't see me trying them on, he went to "rest" several times, and in the end, the payment was just enough to ensure that each of my new dresses had at least one matching sheer, lace bra. We had

a simple lunch at the food street, and afterwards, the professor drove me home, saying he wanted to see me in my new clothes so he could admire them.

I always wash my new clothes first, so I casually soaked all my bras and dresses in a large basin. The professor said I could use the washing machine, but I told him I wanted to hand wash them, locked the bathroom door, and left him outside to dry.

The professor's showerhead was broken, and when he turned it on, it sprayed me with water. Luckily, it was hot enough not to make me catch a cold, but every inch of my clothes was soaked through, since I didn't have much fabric to begin with.

I gritted my teeth and took off all my clothes, washing them all at the same time. Luckily, the professor's wife's cold detergent was the same as mine, so I carefully soaked each piece of clothing in conditioner and fabric softener.

Since I had no clothes to wear, I took the opportunity to take a good shower. Although each dormitory room has a bathroom, I always felt embarrassed to hogging it and not let my roommates use it, and I've felt like I haven't had enough showers lately since starting university.

I took a nice two-hour shower and then asked the professor to get me a large bath towel. It was then that I remembered that the bath towels I usually use are specially imported from abroad...

because I'm tall and have particularly long legs, a regular bath towel often only covers my upper body and not my lower body, making me look super sexy. As expected, the towel the professor brought barely covered my areolas and vulva; the upper edges of my breasts and both thighs were completely exposed to him…

His crotch swelled even more.

My face flushed even redder with embarrassment.

I lowered my head shyly, not daring to look at him, covering my chest and private parts with my hands, and softly asked him to take my underwear and put it in the clean laundry basket.

Back on the balcony, I ushered him inside and shyly hung up my underwear and skirt one by one.

Hiding on the balcony wasn't a solution. I went back inside and let him see everything clearly, then asked him to find a first-aid kit and some clothes I could wear.

After locking the professor out of the master bedroom, I took off my bath towel and wrapped a few bandages around my chest to make a makeshift bra. Although my breasts have always been firm and haven't sagged, I usually take great care of them, always maintaining them in their most beautiful and elastic state.

The petite professor's wife has a few dresses that I can wear, but they all become super short and sexy mini-skirts. The problem is with tops; the professor's wife's bra size isn't large, and her clothes make me look like I'm bursting at the seams, and I'm afraid of breaking the tightly fastened buttons.

In the end, I wore one of the professor's long shirts, the hem covering the extremely short skirt. At first glance, it looked like I wasn't wearing anything underneath, although I definitely wasn't wearing underwear.

I looked so beautiful and sexy in the mirror! I didn't dare go out, so I sat down at the professor's wife's dressing table and carefully dried my hair.

Actually, it's not that I'm completely against premarital sex... but I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid, I can't possibly lose my virginity before Xiaoliu's wedding, can I?

It's really funny to think about it; these days, most brides aren't virgins anymore, yet the requirements for bridesmaids are so strict. Who's getting married anyway?

No wonder everyone's bridesmaids aren't as pretty as the bride; maybe it's easier to find a virgin that way? Beautiful and chaste women are becoming increasingly rare. It's not that we girls are bad, it's just that men are too wicked. If I hadn't agreed to Xiaoliu's request earlier, I'm sure I would have lost my virginity today.

The professor was actually quite handsome, young, successful, gentle, and wealthy. He even went to "rest" several times without raping me, which actually touched me quite a bit.

I originally wanted to hide in the master bedroom until my clothes dried, but I was afraid the professor would take my still-wet clothes to "rest." My face flushed as I opened the door, and I saw his bodily fluids splattered on the glass coffee table.

I turned around and slammed the door shut, pretending not to see it. Then I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and bent down, pretending to look for something.

The cool breeze cooled my burning face a little. I turned to peek at the professor to see if he was done, and I saw him put his fingers on his erect penis again!

I immediately understood, because the way I bent over in front of the refrigerator was just too beautiful and alluring. That wretched professor, instead of wiping the table, was busy pleasuring himself again. I didn't know whether to stand or not, so I had no

choice but to continue wiggling my hips, completely exposing the glimpse of my private parts under my miniskirt to the professor's retina. My bare private parts, without a single inch of underwear, were exposed to the professor. I was so ashamed that my legs almost gave way, and I barely managed to keep from falling headfirst into the refrigerator by pressing my knees with my hands.

The professor finished cleaning the living room, came over, and hugged me, asking if I wanted to take a nap. No way! He clearly wanted us to roll around in bed together, what kind of nap was that?

We tacitly avoided mentioning his bulging crotch, and then the professor asked if I wanted to play Wii. Although I wasn't particularly interested in video games, it was better than trying to find an excuse to avoid being raped by the professor.

He started a tennis game, holding my slender waist and cupping my soft, bouncy buttocks, teaching me how to play.

I wasn't wearing anything under my short skirt, and I controlled the virtual character as it ran and jumped, constantly lifting the incredibly alluring hem of my skirt.

After several intense matches, my top and bandages were soaked through with sweat, clinging to my slender, soft body. I could imagine how tempting, how delicious, how delectable, how sinful I looked.

Afraid of being raped by the professor, I took a shower. Although my underwear wasn't completely dry, I still picked out a new set to change into, and then wore the dress the professor thought looked best, still showing off most of my beautiful legs.

The professor said it was a rare opportunity, and since I'm so pretty and have such a great figure, and I like wearing miniskirts, he asked if I'd like to accompany him to a high-end restaurant. They were having a miniskirt night that night, and I could get a discount if I wore that.

Wherever we went, it was better than staying at the professor's house facing each other again. When we got to the restaurant, I deliberately didn't choose a private room, afraid that the soundproofing would be too good and I wouldn't be able to escape.

Halfway through our meal, the restaurant lost power, and several of the outage lights shone directly on me, making me the center of attention in the hall. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to switch seats with the professor, but he said he couldn't stand up unless he "rested a bit more."

I blushed and kicked him, then lowered my head to eat, avoiding looking at the people around me. Even though the power was out, the customers in the lobby didn't leave; in fact, more and more people gathered. They ate and ordered, then ate again, seemingly never stopping.

The professor said it was because I was so pretty that everyone didn't want to leave. I told him that was impossible; it wasn't my first time in a restaurant like this.

Unexpectedly, when we paid the bill, the manager thanked me for keeping so many customers during the power outage, saying the business was even better than before the outage. He gave us a special discount, hoping we would come back often.

After getting in the car, the professor deliberately drove back to show me inside the restaurant, and sure enough, all the customers in our section had left. It seemed they had all stayed because of me.

He then pointed out that my dress had become very see-through under the bright light, and the lace pattern of my half-cup bra was clearly visible. Although mini-skirt nights often attract beautiful women with great legs, I looked so stunning, so alluring, so tempting tonight that I outshone all the other girls in the hall.

Before going back to the professor's house, I told him I would be a bridesmaid for one of my alma mater's instructors. He immediately understood and excitedly said he would invite me to his house as soon as I returned from the wedding.

Knowing he wouldn't rape me for the time being, I blushed and shyly changed into each new bra and dress in front of him, giving him a "rest" several times. What bothered me was that only one of the new dresses I bought hadn't shrunk; almost every one of them revealed two-thirds of my thighs.

Back in the dorm, my roommate told me that road construction nearby had broken the water pipes, and the dorm was only temporarily supplying drinking water. Unable to do laundry, I had no choice but to wear the sexy mini-skirt the professor had given me every day, maximizing the exposure of my legs since the start of the semester.

The professor said his mother-in-law was slightly unwell, and his wife was still staying at her parents' house. Every afternoon, he would wait for me after class and drive me to his house to shower. I also took my dorm clothes to the professor's house to wash, but every skirt I brought back seemed even shorter.

I was too embarrassed to ask him if he had secretly had my skirts altered, so I only washed the shortest and sexiest ones in rotation. The dorm's water pipes had just been repaired when the reservoir ran out of water, further extending my time washing and showering at the professor's house.

Because he knew the lingerie I had chosen when I wore the skirts, the professor could almost always guess what bra and panties I was wearing just by looking at which skirt I was wearing. Every time he saw me at school, he would ask if I was wearing the same underwear as him, and if my bra was the ruffled lace one. It always made me blush furiously, and I almost wanted to lift my skirt and make him check the answers himself.

During class, he would secretly text me, flirting and teasing me. I wasn't going to back down; I would always adjust my bra straps when the boys weren't looking, or slip my skirt up to him when I adjusted how I crossed my legs , leaving him hiding behind the podium, his crotch swollen.

The day after Xiaoliu's wedding, I gave myself to my beloved professor.

He took my virginity, making me faint from the intense pain and blissful orgasm. When I slowly awoke, he gently sucked on my sensitive genitals with his tongue, slowly rekindling my virgin desire with his deep affection.

I was so touched.

I know how much he had endured before, and I know why his wife would run back to her parents' house so often.

He was just too valiant.

His penis was so thick, hard, and strong, and it was incredibly erect and hard to go soft. Every time he ejaculated, he could get up again very quickly, like a roly-poly toy.

Just thinking about having to face the kind of sex life his wife would experience, the kind of sex that makes her afraid of being penetrated, filled my heart with... a thrilling excitement and anticipation.

Because I know that the professor will protect me well, and won't be like he was when we were newlyweds and his wife begged for mercy.

He loves me, is considerate of me, cherishes me, and thinks about me all the time.

Ever since that interview, he has made me his only sexual fantasy.

Whether he's having sex with his wife or "taking a break," he only has me in his mind.

Because of his strength and the hardships his wife had endured, he was more restrained than other wolves, and didn't force himself on me the first time I visited his home.

This earned him my favor and captured my heart. He stole the moment I transformed from a girl into a young woman.

His mother-in-law's minor illness worsened, leaving her bedridden. His wife, without hesitation, volunteered to care for her long-term, and left home with her luggage.

The professor immediately took me to live with him.

Nourished by his affections, I blossomed into an even more alluring woman. My senior, Xiaoliu, exclaimed how lucky she was, saying that she was fortunate to have booked early, otherwise she would be ashamed of her appearance and wouldn't dare ask me to be her bridesmaid.

The dresses Xiaoliu had custom-made for me all became my weapons for seducing the professor. The moment I put on that incredibly sexy armor, he completely lost control of his lust.

He had originally forced himself to only have sex with me twice a day, with a twelve-hour interval between each time. However, with my teasing and promises, we quickly increased the frequency, transforming his "rest" into passionate, intense pleasures pouring into my vagina.

My vagina remained as tight and narrow as ever. But we knew each other so well, and my vagina was always wet and well-lubricated, so as long as no one was around, he could easily pull down his pants, lift my miniskirt, and thrust in with practiced ease.

I was still the most beautiful and most popular girl in school. Unlike before, my vagina was always filled with fresh semen during class. The professor always managed to find the perfect opportunity in the crowd to squeeze his hot glans into my tight, narrow vagina.

To others, he was a shameless lecherous beast, always groping the pure and innocent school beauty with her beautiful legs. No one would believe they actually saw it. The professor actually lifted the school beauty's miniskirt, pulled down her barely-there thong, and inserted his lewd penis into her virgin vagina, plunging it all the way in, deeply penetrating her.

Besides rolling around on the professor's big bed, I also enjoyed this thrilling, quick-fix, and readily available excitement.

I knew perfectly well that many men were watching me, imagining themselves thrusting their large penises inside me. But I already belonged to the professor; my vagina could only ever be used by him. I just loved having my beloved husband offer his naked loyalty to me during those brief moments when men's gazes were off. The

bell rang, signaling the end of class .

I picked up my phone, exchanged a secret code with my husband, packed my books, timed it perfectly, and stood up. Amidst the male students' almost spitting fire of their gazes, I smoothed my skirt, gracefully descended the stairs, left the classroom, and headed towards the suspended skybridge leading to another building.

The ten-meter path behind the fire extinguisher at the corner was the only blind spot on this route.

A sweet smile graced my pretty face as I greeted my roommates and classmates, stepping into those crucial few seconds.

Turning the wall, escaping the gaze of the man stalking me, the professor abruptly lifted my extremely short pleated skirt, his already-aimed cannon thrusting into me.

"Hot!"

I couldn't help but whimper, letting out a soft cry, my textbooks and notes scattered across the floor.

The footsteps of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress drew closer.

The professor growled softly in my ear, his lower body trembling, the jet of fluid striking my clitoris, causing me to involuntarily let out another incredibly lewd moan.

No sooner said than done, the professor hastily pulled out, and I gave him a charming sidelong glance, skillfully wiping him clean with the inside of my skirt, tucking my pants in, zipping them up, kneeling on the floor with my legs clamped together, and carefully tucking my underwear in from behind.

The professor quickly fled.

The male classmate who had been following me and stalking me just seconds before walked around the corner with a righteous expression, gently and considerately picking up my textbooks and tidying up my scattered notes. Pretending not to notice my deliberately exposed cleavage, he offered his tribute with both hands with the brightest smile to the beautiful, sexy, and scantily clad goddess in front of him.

I desperately suppressed the urge to ejaculate, squeezing my legs together to prevent the semen from leaking out.

I wanted to laugh, but I could only hold it in, my face flushed red. I turned my head away, unable to look at the male classmate in front of me, tears welling up in my eyes. The kind of tears of joy.

Seeing me kneeling on the ground crying, and then seeing that beast in the distance whom everyone condemned, the male classmate felt his blood boil with righteous indignation, and immediately understood the truth he had envisioned.

He comforted me by touching my bare shoulders, and took out tissues from my handbag to wipe away my tears.

My half-naked chest heaved, and I barely managed to stop laughing, which was almost causing me internal injury.

The male classmate put one arm around my slender waist and the other cupped my buttocks, and as he was about to stand up, he noticed that his own crotch was already bulging.

I pretended not to see it, interrupted his hesitation, and stood up as he had halfway through his movement.

He couldn't bear to leave my soft, bouncy buttocks, and disregarding his own image, he continued to hold my slender waist, helping me towards the girls' dormitory.

His crotch was getting increasingly swollen, but I pretended not to notice. I tilted my head, suppressing a laugh, my delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

The area near the girls' dormitory was mostly frequented by girls, and I'm sure most of them noticed the male student's embarrassing bulge.

He escorted me to the dormitory entrance, watching me reluctantly as I went upstairs.

Back in my room, I sat on the toilet and released a large ejaculation mixed with semen down the drain.

[The End]

My alma mater's marching band instructor, Xiao Liu, is getting married! She and I are very close. They deliberately scheduled our engagement and wedding banquet to coincide with my exams, and she even got a bunch of people to persuade me to be her bridesmaid.

Actually, I don't mind being a bridesmaid; it's a rare opportunity. My older cousins didn't ask me to be their bridesmaid; they said I was too beautiful, too alluring, too pretty, and had too good a figure—I'd definitely overshadow the bride. They wouldn't even let me help with the banquet reception.

That's true. If I stood at the banquet hall entrance wearing a low-cut, backless, figure-hugging mini-dress, the male guests probably wouldn't even remember who the bride was; they'd be too busy admiring my sweet, innocent face, my incredibly alluring cleavage, and my long, straight, white legs under the mini-skirt.

Instructor Xiaoliu is very beautiful; she was also the captain of the marching band in high school. Beautiful and spirited, she didn't need to worry about me overshadowing her.

My hesitation stemmed from Xiaoliu's penchant for teasing me, always leaving me practically naked and panting before she'd feign an apology. Humph! Having finally graduated and escaped her clutches, I wasn't about to walk right back into her trap… Even so, I eventually agreed to be her bridesmaid.

Everyone's persuasion was simple: this might be my only chance to be a bridesmaid in my life.

Besides Xiaoliu, what normal woman would deliberately choose a stunningly beautiful girl as her bridesmaid? Although I don't consider myself a stunning beauty, I am certainly a well-known pretty girl... To be honest, I'm probably a tiny bit prettier than Senior Xiaoliu.

The criteria for choosing our marching band leader haven't changed since Xiaoliu was in high school. First, the face must be extremely beautiful, the more beautiful the better. Second, the figure must be slender and shapely; a slim waist, long legs, a curvy figure, and a firm bust. Third, the legs must be long, white, and straight, as this is the most important feature of a women's marching band.

Strictly speaking, the third point is actually the most important. However, beauties are easy to find, but beautiful legs are hard to come by; sometimes, past seniors could only rely on flesh-colored stockings and high boots to cover up their flaws. Xiaoliu said that since the team's inception, they've only encountered a handful of people like me who could compete bare-legged and charm the judges.

You have to understand, those lecherous judges have very high standards; ordinary beautiful legs are nothing to them, let alone charm them, just escaping their scrutiny is considered excellent.

Being a bit clumsy and absent-minded, I originally didn't dare join the honor guard. I was afraid I'd keep dropping my gun during the competition, which would be too embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoliu had already decided on me at the start of the semester. During honor guard registration, she ignored the rest of the class, went straight to my classroom, dragged me to the changing room, stripped me naked amidst my struggles and cries, touched me all over, and only then helped me change into the incredibly sexy honor guard uniform.

Senior Xiaoliu said that with my beautiful face, great figure, and flawless legs, it would be a waste not to be the head of the marching band. She felt that only her junior, my senior Qingyao, could compare to my beauty.

Actually, I think Senior Qingyao is even prettier than me, especially when she smiles—she's so cute and adorable, absolutely captivating. However, she's already married, and unless I meet an even prettier girl in the future, it's highly unlikely that anyone will ask me to be a bridesmaid.

Xiaoliu completely hit my weak spot. I pretended to be reluctant, but inwardly I happily agreed.

As soon as the midterms ended, she summoned me back to help her choose a wedding dress and gown in preparation for our engagement. Maybe it's because she hasn't had a chance to tease me in a long time, because as soon as we arrived at her house, Xiaoliu pushed me into the room, locked the door, and stripped me bare. She said she wanted to carefully examine my body and help me pick out the most revealing, sexy, and alluring bridesmaid dress.

I was both amused and exasperated. Who's getting married anyway? She's clearly the bride, yet we spent two whole days picking out my underwear and dresses.

Xiaoliu said she lives here anyway and has plenty of time to squander. But I'm away from home and don't come back often, so she wants to get my part sorted out first.

Everyone else's bridesmaids coordinate their outfits with the bride's dress, but my senior and I are doing the opposite; she's going to coordinate her wedding dress with mine... What's going on here...?

My senior especially reminded me to watch my diet and not to gain weight before the engagement. I'm not worried about that at all; my slim waist hasn't changed much since graduating from junior high. Buying skirts is always a hassle because no matter the style, the hem is always ridiculously short. After all, girls with this waist size are usually petite, and nobody has legs as long as mine.

Floor-length skirts always reveal a glimpse of my slender calves. Knee-length skirts instantly become mini-skirts that blatantly expose my thighs—it's incredibly alluring.

If it were just a little short, it wouldn't be so bad, but my pert bottom makes the back of the skirt look especially, especially short. To make the skirt look more balanced, the front hem had to be shortened, resulting in my wardrobe being filled with miniskirts—none of which, except for custom-made ones, covered even half of my thighs.

That super-short skirt probably played a role in my college interviews, didn't it? At least those male professors were completely mesmerized, captivated by my exposed, fair thighs.

Actually, I was tricked by Xiaoliu that day; she originally wanted to wear straight-leg jeans that didn't flatter her figure. But afterwards, I was actually quite grateful to my senior; without her prank, my interview score probably wouldn't have been so high.

Because I was wearing an extremely revealing, light pleated skirt paired with strappy high-heeled sandals, my already long and straight legs looked even more alluring, even more so than when I was wearing my marching band uniform.

My resume photo was replaced by my senior with a full-on sexy marching band photoshoot, all of them practically showing my underwear, completely displaying my incredibly sexy pert buttocks and smooth, firm thighs. Although the marching band uniform top was tightly covered, the cut was very form-fitting, almost indistinguishable from a swimsuit or leotard, even revealing lace details of my bra.

In some of the photos, my bra was stolen by that wretched senior, Xiaoliu. Shy and nervous, I left behind an indelible image of my erect nipples in the photo, which was even enlarged and used as my computer wallpaper by that jerk of a senior.

Seeing that set of sexy photos that I had never shown to a man before, and then seeing me shyly tugging at the hem of my miniskirt on stage... the whole interview process passed in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. The teachers didn't make things difficult for me at all, and even asked me to perform the high kick move that the marching band leader used to emphasize the curves of her beautiful legs.

Knowing I was accepted, I happily agreed to their request. Later that day, I realized I wore safety shorts during the marching band competition, so even if someone saw me, it wouldn't matter. Before the interview, I was wearing jeans, but after changing into a skirt, I forgot to change out of my incredibly transparent lace underwear…

no wonder their eyes practically popped out of their sockets… They didn't even stand up to shake my hand after the interview. They were probably still setting up their tents, right?

After registering and moving into the dorm, Xiaoliu tricked me again. She borrowed all my clothes that could cover my knees, leaving me only with miniskirts.

I don't know if it's just my paranoia, but I always felt like she had shortened all the remaining skirts, making them ridiculously short, almost like the marching uniforms. No matter how I pulled them up, I felt like I was going to expose myself at any moment.

For a whole week, I had to wear miniskirts to class every day, showing off my long, fair, flawless legs, which made the male classmates, teachers, and upperclassmen swoon.

Many female classmates asked me what brand of stockings I bought, and at first I was completely clueless. Apparently, they thought my legs were so beautiful because I wore stockings, but I had never actually worn stockings before. However, Xiaoliu forced me to wear lace thigh-high stockings a few times.

My senior finally returned my long skirt and pants when I went home for the weekend. Unfortunately, my image at school is already fixed. Everyone asks me all sorts of questions when they see me not wearing a miniskirt, even making suggestive inquiries about whether I'm on my period… It's so annoying!

Anyway, under my senior's persecution, I have no choice but to work and save money to buy more revealing outfits, so I can wear something a little longer during my period.

My senior's engagement ceremony finally arrived. After my persistent pleading, she didn't make me wear a too-revealing dress, which reassured me a lot. Actually, I don't understand why engagements need bridesmaids. Anyway, all we have to do is look pretty and follow the elder's instructions.

My senior said the dress is up to me, but the underwear is up to her. Afraid she'd deliberately tease me again, I obediently let her do as she pleased. Anyway, with the dress covering me, no one could see, so it didn't matter how sexy I wore underneath.

And sure enough… I fell for it again.

Xiaoliu said my figure was too perfect, and the rented dress couldn't meet her requirements. She specially ordered a tight-fitting cheongsam for me, completely clinging to my curves, even measuring the position of my nipples perfectly.

Wearing that dress, even though I was completely covered up, my figure was still completely exposed. I couldn't wear ordinary underwear underneath, otherwise there would be obvious marks on my buttocks. My senior told me not to wear any, but I absolutely refused. Finally, she coaxed me into wearing a thong, which barely solved the problem.

The engagement ceremony at her house went very smoothly, although I felt that all the men present, including Xiaoliu's husband, were leering at me the whole time. The small banquet after the ceremony revealed my senior's sinister intentions; she actually wanted me to change into three different dresses with her. This was just an engagement... why so many dresses? And why did the bridesmaids have to change dresses too?

My senior's reason was that her dress didn't match my cheongsam, so I had to change with her. Well... that sounded quite convincing. Foolishly, I agreed.

The dresses Xiaoliu chose were all incredibly troublesome; she needed help getting them on and off. After finally helping her change, I did think the two girls in the mirror looked very mismatched.

My mentor was already knocking on the door of the lounge when my senior slowly brought out the dress she wanted me to change into: a ribbon-tied satin dress that exposed my entire back, leaving even the sides of my breasts completely bare.

I knew Xiaoliu couldn't possibly have any good intentions! Changing into this dress was quick, but I couldn't wear a bra, otherwise the bra straps would look very awkward… I gritted my teeth, glared at my senior, but still obediently took off my cheongsam and stepped into the dress.

While my senior helped me adjust the level of exposure on my breasts, I realized why she had been so adamant about not letting me wear a bra since last night. On one hand, the cheongsam itself was designed to lift the breasts, showcasing my bust line. On the other hand, it was to avoid leaving bra strap marks on my delicate skin because of this completely backless dress.

While toasting, I stood beside my senior, shielding her from drinks, but I couldn't escape the burning gazes from behind. I knew it was just psychological, but the back of that dress was so revealing; I felt dizzy after only a short while.

After barely a few bites of food at the main table, my senior and I had to change into our gowns again.

Her gowns were increasingly elaborate, while mine were increasingly simple.

I pretended to be dead, not wanting to change, but the one I was wearing looked really strange paired with her new gown… Finally, I changed back into that low-cut, backless dress at the sound of my husband's knock, completely displaying my incredibly alluring cleavage. As soon as I

stepped outside, I felt the men's burning, lecherous stares. It was like when participating in a marching band competition; there were always some lecherous old men trying to take pictures up our skirts.

During the competition, I could glare at those annoying, boring people, but everyone present was a friend or relative of my senior and my mentor.

My face flushed, and I tried to avoid their blatant lustful desires. However, during the toasts, almost every man's gaze lingered between my face and my cleavage; even my mentor's husband secretly stalked me several times when he turned his head… Who's the real star today? You bastard, senior!

Back at the main table, I'd barely sat down when men kept coming over to toast me. Ostensibly, they were toasting the parents, but in reality, they were constantly vying for positions and angles to stalk me from above…

I wasn't wearing a bra, so I hadn't even had time to use nipple covers. My pink nipples and areolas were thus exposed to the eyes of many astute men…

I hadn't noticed at first, but my senior quietly reminded me in my ear. Her words only made things worse; realizing I was already exposed, I blushed deeply and became extremely nervous. My sensitive nipples gradually hardened with the friction against the fabric, making them very prominent against the thin silk dress…

I was so ashamed I wanted to immediately hide in the dressing room to change, but my senior kept smiling and serving me food while greeting the men who came to toast me.

I felt my face burning hot, and my bare chest itching intensely. I nervously held onto the shoulder straps, afraid they would slip down and expose my entire breast.

I finally managed to get through to my senior changing into her dress, but in my haste, I forgot to put on my nipple covers.

My husband was knocking urgently; clearly, some guests wanted to leave early and needed the wedding favors. Without arguing, I grabbed the low-cut dress my senior had prepared for me and quickly put it on in front of the mirror. My senior helped me pull it up slightly, so the ridiculously short hem barely covered my private parts, and we left the dressing room one after the other.

The moment I stepped out the door, I regretted it. What business is it of the bridesmaids handing out wedding favors? But of course, my senior wouldn't let me escape. She smiled and pulled me forward, holding a tray of wedding favors for the guests to choose from.

My senior's dress was so elegant, so conservative, so beautiful. My dress is so light, so eye-catching, and so elegant.

But the skirt is just too short, too revealing, too alluring! Standing in front of me, you can see my completely bare legs from top to bottom. The thin fabric, though not transparent, is incredibly easy to billow. The air currents created by the guests walking around can easily lift my ridiculously short skirt, revealing my stunning lower body underneath, which is only covered by a lace thong…

I moved the plate down, but that only blocked the gaze coming from directly in front of me. And the upper part of my breasts and my back are completely bare, just as eye-catching as my long legs. No matter how I try to hide, it's impossible to completely avoid being exposed…

I want to cry.

But I have to wear a sweet smile on my face.

The banquet hall below the stairs was filled with a different group of people, complete strangers to us. I secretly prayed they wouldn't look up when they came out, so they wouldn't notice my smooth thighs and half-exposed private parts under my miniskirt…

A few lecherous older men immediately noticed the problem with the hall's design. After taking photos, they went down the stairs, chose an inconspicuous corner, and, drooling, stared blankly at my skirt…

I desperately tried to clench my legs together, but I knew it was useless… My legs are naturally long and straight; no matter how I clenched them, it wouldn't affect the beautiful sight in their eyes.

I felt so ashamed! So embarrassed!

I quietly backed away, only to bump my butt into the man's hard crotch behind me… I froze for a moment before realizing what I'd bumped into. I tried to move forward, but I couldn't keep up with the speed at which his tent was bulging… He was pressed against my round, pert buttocks like a shadow, my thin skirt offering no cover for his warm, trembling movements…

I wanted to cry! But I had no choice but to cover the man behind me. He couldn't just leave with that huge tent, could he? I could only stand there, letting the men downstairs ogle my skirt.

Back home, I cried and cried. My senior kept comforting me and apologizing. She said she hadn't expected to be standing in such a convenient spot when seeing him off. She'd only wanted me to show off my legs a little, but now even my private parts were completely exposed.

I persisted in demanding emotional compensation from my senior, and she reluctantly took two days off from school to visit me at my university.

She generously bought me several dresses, making me feel a little embarrassed, as if I was taking advantage of her. However, soon after she returned, she received a furious phone call from me, because she had replaced all the underwear in my closet with the most revealing, see-through, and cheapest lingerie!

It's summer! Everyone else's tops are thin and their skirts are short; how could I show my face in public wearing such outrageous clothes? Because I was a bridesmaid, my paycheck would be a few days late; how was I going to survive for those few days? I couldn't possibly borrow my roommate's clothes, could I?

Never daring to skip class, and always obedient, I reluctantly wore a sexy bra and thong, paired with a tight-fitting thin shirt and a miniskirt. I arrived early and left late for each class, always trying to hide myself, afraid that too many boys would see my incredibly alluring undergarments. The

midterm exam results were announced. One professor kept me after class, staring at my cleavage, and said he had accidentally lost my exam paper, so he had to give me a mediocre grade for now. He said I must have done well since I had been so attentive in class, and asked if I wanted to retake the exam to improve my score.

Actually, I was already quite satisfied with that score, but the professor said he would only keep the higher score, and that retaking the exam was fine, even if I failed.

Since he said that, I couldn't refuse, and we made an appointment.

After two days of intense studying, I forgot to do laundry. My closet was filled only with the thinnest, most revealing, and most alluring chiffon skirt I would never normally dare to wear. Except for my back, which wasn't completely bare, my shoulders, the top of my breasts, and my long legs were all exposed—not much better than the one my senior wore for her engagement.

I didn't dare call the professor to ask for a postponement. Blushing and steeling myself, I put on the skirt and went to his house.

The moment the door opened, seeing my incredibly sexy and beautiful outfit, the professor's sweatpants immediately bulged. I pretended not to notice, greeted him sweetly, and bent down to take off my shoes, giving him a chance to cover himself.

I tossed my long hair, brushed my bangs aside, and then noticed that behind the automatically closing door was a tall, full-length mirror. Wearing a super short pleated skirt, bending over with my legs straight, my reflection in the mirror showed a pair of incredibly beautiful legs—white

, slender, smooth, and toned. As the skirt rose, my round, perky buttocks were completely exposed. The thin lace straps of my thong offered almost nothing; instead, the contrast in color made my buttocks appear even whiter, brighter, more lustrous, and more dazzling.

My shoelace got caught. I was so nervous. I wiggled my hips and skirt while desperately tugging at the thin leather strap that had been perfectly smooth just moments before.

I glanced at the professor and saw that he was completely dumbfounded, staring intently at the mirror, his genitals even more swollen than before.

I was too embarrassed to touch my skirt at that moment, because that would mean I knew he'd been spying on me. Actually, even if I did, it wouldn't make a difference; the position was too awkward, and the skirt was ridiculously short. No matter how I tried to cover myself, my white, tender buttocks would inevitably be exposed.

"Professor…" I called softly, "My shoelace is stuck, could you…"

He didn't hear me at all. I tried raising my voice and straightening up, "Professor…"

His pants were so swollen, and my face was burning. I handed him a newspaper from beside the shoe cabinet, asking him to cover his genitals. He finally snapped out of it, coughed lightly, and said he'd forgotten to prepare slippers for me and would have to look for them.

I sat down, still holding my skirt, and sweetly reminded him to untie my shoelaces. He knelt down in front of me, his voice like heavenly music, his hands groping my little feet, his eyes constantly drifting towards my incredibly alluring skirt. I felt so embarrassed by his gaze…

His hands were strong, and he quickly regained his composure, helping me put on my shoes, tying them tightly in a knot.

Now, my shoes were stuck.

I chuckled, while the professor, oblivious to the foolish thing he'd done, laughed. After a long, long time, he finally seemed satisfied with staring at me, loosened my restraints, found some slippers, and led me into the living room.

The professor's wife had gone to her parents' house, and he was alone. His house was spotless; the smooth tile floor gleamed like a mirror, and the view under my skirt was completely unguarded to him.

He complimented me on how beautiful and pretty I looked today, even more charming than usual in class. I thanked him sweetly, while dodging his increasingly inappropriately large hands.

We both tacitly avoided mentioning his prominently bulging crotch. The professor had me sit on the soft sofa, brought out fruit and drinks, and said that absorbing a little sugar before the exam would help improve grades.

My buttocks sank into the soft, low sofa, and my short skirt was lifted up sharply, no matter how much I pulled it, it was no use. I crossed my legs to cover my private parts, but the professor could see my beautiful buttocks and entire thighs from the side.

I picked up a long, thick banana, peeled it elegantly, and slowly, starting from the tip, carefully licked the flesh soft with my tongue, bit by bit, before taking small bites, like eating ice cream. This way of eating was taught to me by my senior; she said it prevents weight gain.

The professor said he'd been practicing photography ever since he saw my marching band photos during the interview, and asked if I could be his outdoor model. While licking the banana, I met his expectant eyes with my sweetest smile and nodded in agreement. After all, many of my department's credits were in his hands; I couldn't afford to offend him over something so small.

He ran out with his large tent erected, quickly returning with a point-and-shoot camera. He said I looked so beautiful while eating that he wanted to capture my charming image with a burst of photos.

I knew his excuse about learning photography was just that—an excuse many suitors had used. The professor kept snapping away with his camera, even telling me to pause a few times before taking a bite. His dawdling made me eat the small plate of fruit slower and slower, and it wasn't until half an hour later, when his memory card was empty

, that he finally stopped. He said he was going to get the exam paper and told me to prepare. I got up, rinsed my mouth in the bathroom, moisturized my face, and went back to the sofa to wait.

The professor came out quickly, looking embarrassed, and said he'd found my lost exam paper. My score was the same as the top student in the class, and he asked if I wanted to take the exam again.

My face flushed instantly. I knew I hadn't done that well at all; he'd definitely given me extra points because of my good looks, just like the entrance exam.

My grade is probably tied to how revealing my dress is today, right? If I take it all off now, I might even pass the final exam with a high score without having to take it.

The professor said that since I don't want to take the exam, he wants to take me to buy a dress as an apology. He lowered my grade before and took up my precious holiday time, so he must apologize to me properly.

I blushed and said no, no, I still need to go back to the dorm to do laundry. When he heard that I had no clothes to wear, he generously said that he would buy me a few more, as he happened to have some department store gift certificates that he didn't need and was just wondering what to do with them.

I couldn't resist the professor's enthusiasm, and I was afraid of angering him and lowering my grade, so I obediently let him put his arm around my waist and take the elevator downstairs, sitting in the assistant's seat while holding the short hem of my dress.

The professor's pants were hard for most of the morning, but thankfully he didn't keep staring at her beautiful legs and drove fairly well. However, after parking at the department store, he lingered in the car, reluctant to get out. It took me a while to realize that his crotch was too swollen to be seen. My face flushed red again.

The professor told me to go upstairs first, and he would "rest" and then find me. I nodded shyly and exchanged phone numbers with him.

I tried on several dresses at the counter, and after a long, long time, he finally called to ask where I was. I wanted to tell him that he was going to pay, so I picked out a few nice ones for him to choose from, and deliberately put the cheapest one on top. Unexpectedly, the professor pulled out a gift set and bought them all without saying a word.

He said he wanted to see me look sexy in my new dress, but was also worried that I'd need to "rest" afterward. He pulled me along to continue browsing the other counters, saying we could try on clothes for him one by one when we got back to his place.

It seemed like the professor was going to give me some clothes as a gift, so I pretended to be picky, saying I didn't see any designs I liked. The professor suggested that since I didn't like buying outerwear, I should buy a few sets of lingerie to match my new clothes, so I could change into them without waiting for them to dry when I got back to my dorm.

All the lingerie counters happened to be having a joint exhibition of sexy lingerie. I said the lingerie was too expensive and I didn't want to buy any, but he insisted I buy at least a few sets and even helped me choose some. Although he couldn't see me trying them on, he went to "rest" several times, and in the end, the payment was just enough to ensure that each of my new dresses had at least one matching sheer, lace bra. We had

a simple lunch at the food street, and afterwards, the professor drove me home, saying he wanted to see me in my new clothes so he could admire them.

I always wash my new clothes first, so I casually soaked all my bras and dresses in a large basin. The professor said I could use the washing machine, but I told him I wanted to hand wash them, locked the bathroom door, and left him outside to dry.

The professor's showerhead was broken, and when he turned it on, it sprayed me with water. Luckily, it was hot enough not to make me catch a cold, but every inch of my clothes was soaked through, since I didn't have much fabric to begin with.

I gritted my teeth and took off all my clothes, washing them all at the same time. Luckily, the professor's wife's cold detergent was the same as mine, so I carefully soaked each piece of clothing in conditioner and fabric softener.

Since I had no clothes to wear, I took the opportunity to take a good shower. Although each dormitory room has a bathroom, I always felt embarrassed to hogging it and not let my roommates use it, and I've felt like I haven't had enough showers lately since starting university.

I took a nice two-hour shower and then asked the professor to get me a large bath towel. It was then that I remembered that the bath towels I usually use are specially imported from abroad...

because I'm tall and have particularly long legs, a regular bath towel often only covers my upper body and not my lower body, making me look super sexy. As expected, the towel the professor brought barely covered my areolas and vulva; the upper edges of my breasts and both thighs were completely exposed to him…

His crotch swelled even more.

My face flushed even redder with embarrassment.

I lowered my head shyly, not daring to look at him, covering my chest and private parts with my hands, and softly asked him to take my underwear and put it in the clean laundry basket.

Back on the balcony, I ushered him inside and shyly hung up my underwear and skirt one by one.

Hiding on the balcony wasn't a solution. I went back inside and let him see everything clearly, then asked him to find a first-aid kit and some clothes I could wear.

After locking the professor out of the master bedroom, I took off my bath towel and wrapped a few bandages around my chest to make a makeshift bra. Although my breasts have always been firm and haven't sagged, I usually take great care of them, always maintaining them in their most beautiful and elastic state.

The petite professor's wife has a few dresses that I can wear, but they all become super short and sexy mini-skirts. The problem is with tops; the professor's wife's bra size isn't large, and her clothes make me look like I'm bursting at the seams, and I'm afraid of breaking the tightly fastened buttons.

In the end, I wore one of the professor's long shirts, the hem covering the extremely short skirt. At first glance, it looked like I wasn't wearing anything underneath, although I definitely wasn't wearing underwear.

I looked so beautiful and sexy in the mirror! I didn't dare go out, so I sat down at the professor's wife's dressing table and carefully dried my hair.

Actually, it's not that I'm completely against premarital sex... but I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid, I can't possibly lose my virginity before Xiaoliu's wedding, can I?

It's really funny to think about it; these days, most brides aren't virgins anymore, yet the requirements for bridesmaids are so strict. Who's getting married anyway?

No wonder everyone's bridesmaids aren't as pretty as the bride; maybe it's easier to find a virgin that way? Beautiful and chaste women are becoming increasingly rare. It's not that we girls are bad, it's just that men are too wicked. If I hadn't agreed to Xiaoliu's request earlier, I'm sure I would have lost my virginity today.

The professor was actually quite handsome, young, successful, gentle, and wealthy. He even went to "rest" several times without raping me, which actually touched me quite a bit.

I originally wanted to hide in the master bedroom until my clothes dried, but I was afraid the professor would take my still-wet clothes to "rest." My face flushed as I opened the door, and I saw his bodily fluids splattered on the glass coffee table.

I turned around and slammed the door shut, pretending not to see it. Then I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and bent down, pretending to look for something.

The cool breeze cooled my burning face a little. I turned to peek at the professor to see if he was done, and I saw him put his fingers on his erect penis again!

I immediately understood, because the way I bent over in front of the refrigerator was just too beautiful and alluring. That wretched professor, instead of wiping the table, was busy pleasuring himself again. I didn't know whether to stand or not, so I had no

choice but to continue wiggling my hips, completely exposing the glimpse of my private parts under my miniskirt to the professor's retina. My bare private parts, without a single inch of underwear, were exposed to the professor. I was so ashamed that my legs almost gave way, and I barely managed to keep from falling headfirst into the refrigerator by pressing my knees with my hands.

The professor finished cleaning the living room, came over, and hugged me, asking if I wanted to take a nap. No way! He clearly wanted us to roll around in bed together, what kind of nap was that?

We tacitly avoided mentioning his bulging crotch, and then the professor asked if I wanted to play Wii. Although I wasn't particularly interested in video games, it was better than trying to find an excuse to avoid the professor's advances.

He started a tennis game, holding my slender waist and cupping my soft, bouncy buttocks, and patiently taught me how to play.

I wasn't wearing anything under my short skirt, and I controlled the virtual character as it ran and jumped, constantly lifting the incredibly alluring hem of

my skirt. After several intense matches, my top and bandages were soaked through with sweat, clinging to my slender, soft body. I could imagine how tempting, how delicious, how delectable, how sinful I looked.

Afraid of being raped by the professor, I took another shower. Although my underwear wasn't completely dry, I changed into a new set, wearing the dress the professor thought was the best-looking, still showing off most of my beautiful legs.

The professor said it was a rare opportunity, and since I was so pretty and had such a great figure, and I liked wearing miniskirts, he asked if I would like to accompany him to a high-end restaurant. Tonight was their miniskirt night, and I could get a discount if I wore that.

Anywhere was better than staying at the professor's house, face-to-face. When we got to the restaurant, I deliberately didn't choose a private room, afraid that the soundproofing would make it impossible for me to escape.

Halfway through our meal, the restaurant lost power, and several of the out-of-light lights shone directly on me, making me the center of attention. Embarrassed, I tried to switch seats with the professor, but he said he couldn't stand up unless he "rested a bit."

Blushing, I kicked him and kept my head down, eating and avoiding eye contact. Despite the power outage, the customers in the hall didn't leave; in fact, more and more people gathered. They ordered and ate, seemingly never stopping.

The professor said it was because I was so beautiful that everyone didn't want to leave. I told him that was impossible; it wasn't my first time in a restaurant like this.

Unexpectedly, when I paid the bill, the manager thanked me for keeping so many customers during the power outage, saying that our business was even better than before the outage. He even gave us a free meal and hoped we would come back often.

After getting in the car, the professor deliberately drove back to let me see inside the restaurant. Sure enough, all the customers in our section had left; it seemed they had all stayed because of me.

He then mentioned that my dress had become very see-through under the strong light, and the lace pattern of my half-cup bra was clearly visible. Although miniskirt nights usually attract beautiful women with great legs, I looked so stunning, so alluring, so tempting tonight that I outshone all the other girls in the restaurant.

Before going back to the professor's house, I told him that I was going to be a bridesmaid for one of my alma mater's instructors soon. He immediately understood what I meant and excitedly said he would invite me to his house as soon as I returned from the wedding.

Knowing he wouldn't rape me for the time being, I blushed and shyly changed into each new set of underwear and skirt in front of him, letting him "rest" several more times. What bothered me was that only one of the new skirts I bought hadn't shrunk; almost every one of them left two-thirds of my thighs exposed.

Back in the dorm, my roommate told me that road construction nearby had broken the water pipes, and the dorm was only temporarily supplying drinking water. Unable to do laundry, I had no choice but to wear the sexy miniskirt the professor had given me every day, raising the average exposure of my legs to the highest point since the start of the semester.

The professor said his mother-in-law was slightly unwell, and his wife was still staying at her parents' house. Every afternoon, he would wait for me after class and drive me to his house to shower. I took my dorm clothes to the professor's house to wash, but every skirt I brought back seemed shorter.

I was too embarrassed to ask him if he'd secretly had them altered, so I just washed the shortest and sexiest ones in rotation. The dorm's water pipes had just been repaired when the reservoir ran out of water, extending my time washing clothes and showering at the professor's house even further.

Because he knew the bras I'd chosen, the professor could guess my bra and panties almost perfectly just by looking at which skirt I was wearing. Every time he saw me at school, he'd ask if it was the same panties, and if it was the same ruffled lace bra. It always made me blush so badly I almost wanted to lift my skirt and let him see for himself.

During class, he'd always secretly text me flirtatiously. Not to be outdone, I would always sneakily adjust my bra straps when the boys weren't looking, or peek under my skirt while adjusting how I crossed my legs, leaving him huddled behind the podium, his crotch swollen.

The day after Xiaoliu's wedding, I gave myself to my beloved professor.

He took my virginity, leaving me breathless with the intense pain and blissful orgasm. When I groggily awoke, he gently sucked on my sensitive genitals with his tongue, his deep affection slowly rekindling my virgin desire.

I was so moved.

I knew how much he had endured before, and I knew why his wife would frequently escape back to her parents' home.

He was incredibly virile.

His penis was so thick, hard, and strong, and it was incredibly erect and rarely went soft. He could get back up quickly after each ejaculation, practically an unyielding toy.

The thought of facing the kind of sex life his wife would experience, filled me with a thrilling excitement and anticipation.

Because I knew the professor would protect me, unlike our inexperienced honeymoon where he left my wife begging for mercy.

He loved me, was considerate, cherished me, and thought of me constantly.

Ever since that interview, he'd made me his sole sexual fantasy.

Whether he was with his wife or "taking a break," I was always on his mind.

Because of his strength and the hardships his wife had endured, he was more restrained than other wolves, refraining from forcing himself on me the first time I visited his home.

This earned him my affection, captured my heart, and robbed me of the moment I transitioned from a girl to a young woman.

His mother-in-law's minor illness worsened, and she became chronically ill. His wife, without hesitation, volunteered to care for her long-term, and left home with her luggage.

The professor immediately took me to stay with him.

Having been pampered by his affections, I became even more alluring. Senior student Xiaoliu exclaimed how lucky she was, saying that it was fortunate she had booked early, otherwise she would be ashamed of herself in front of me now, and would never dare to ask me to be her bridesmaid.

The dresses Xiaoliu had ordered for me all became my weapons to seduce the professor. As soon as I put on that extremely sexy outfit, he completely lost control of his lust.

Originally, he forced himself to only have sex with me a maximum of twice a day, with a twelve-hour interval between each time. However, with my teasing and promises, we quickly increased the frequency, turning his "take a break" into passionate lovemaking as he poured his affections into my vagina.

My vagina remained as narrow and tight as ever. But we knew each other very well, and my vagina was always wet and well-lubricated, so as long as no one was around, he could pull down his pants, lift my miniskirt, and expertly thrust in.

I was still the most beautiful and most popular girl in school. But unlike before, during class, my vagina always had a lot of fresh semen left inside, and the professor could always find the perfect opportunity in the crowd to squeeze his hot glans into my narrow and tight vagina.

To outsiders, he was a shameless lecherous beast, constantly groping the pure and innocent school beauty with her beautiful legs. No one would believe they actually saw it: the professor actually lifted the school beauty's miniskirt, pulled down her barely-there thong, and inserted his lewd penis into her virgin vagina, plunging it all the way in.

Besides rolling around on the professor's big bed, I also enjoyed this thrilling, instant-use thrill.

I knew many men were watching me, imagining themselves thrusting their big penises inside me. But I already belonged to the professor; my vagina could only ever be used by him. I loved having my beloved husband offer his naked loyalty to me during those brief moments when men's gazes were off.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

I picked up my phone, exchanged a secret code with my husband, packed my books, timed it perfectly, and stood up. Smoothing my skirt under the almost spitting gazes of my male classmates, I gracefully descended the stairs, left the classroom, and headed towards the suspended skybridge leading to another building.

The ten-meter path behind the fire extinguisher at the corner was the only blind spot on this route.

A sweet smile graced my face as I greeted my roommates and classmates, stepping into those crucial few seconds.

Turning past the wall, escaping the gaze of the man following me, my extremely short pleated skirt was abruptly lifted by the professor, and his already aimed "cannon" thrust into me. "

It's so hot!"

I couldn't help but whimper, letting out a soft cry, my textbooks and notes scattered all over the floor.

The footsteps of the hero coming to my rescue drew closer.

The professor growled softly in my ear, his lower body trembling, and a jet of fluid struck my clitoris, causing me to involuntarily let out another extremely lewd moan.

No sooner said than done, the professor hastily pulled out, and I gave him a charming sidelong glance, skillfully wiping him clean with the inside of my skirt, tucking my pants in, zipping them up, kneeling on the floor with my legs clamped together, and carefully tucking my underwear in from behind.

The professor quickly fled.

The male classmate who had been following me and stalking me just seconds before walked around the corner with a righteous expression, gently and considerately picking up my textbooks and tidying up my scattered notes. Pretending not to notice my deliberately exposed cleavage, he offered his tribute with both hands with the brightest smile to the beautiful, sexy, and scantily clad goddess in front of him.

I desperately suppressed the urge to ejaculate, squeezing my legs together to prevent the semen from leaking out.

I wanted to laugh, but I could only hold it in, my face flushed. I turned my head away, unable to look at the male classmate in front of me, tears welling up in my eyes. The kind of tears of joy.

Seeing me kneeling on the ground crying, and then seeing that beast in the distance that everyone condemned, the male classmate's blood boiled with righteous indignation, and he immediately understood the truth he had envisioned.

He comforted me by stroking my bare shoulders, taking out tissues from my handbag to wipe away my tears.

My half-naked chest heaved, and I barely managed to stop laughing, which was almost causing me internal injury.

The male student had one arm around my slender waist and the other cupping my buttocks. Just as he was about to stand up, he noticed his own crotch was already bulging.

Pretending not to see, I interrupted his hesitation and stood up, following his half-finished movement.

He was reluctant to leave my soft, bouncy buttocks, and disregarding his image, he continued to hold my waist, helping me towards the girls' dormitory.

His crotch became increasingly swollen, but I pretended not to notice. Tilting my head, suppressing a laugh, my delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

The area near the girls' dormitory was mostly frequented by girls, and I'm sure most of them noticed the male student's embarrassing bulge.

He escorted me to the dormitory entrance, watching me reluctantly as I went upstairs.

Back in my bedroom, I sat on the toilet and gushed a large amount of semen-mixed semen down the drain.

[The End]

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