The story of an ordinary high school student

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I am an ordinary high school student at St. Mary's High School.

My grades are average, my looks are average, and my only special talent is: even with the most detailed description, if you've never seen me before, you definitely wouldn't recognize me in a crowd.

Yes, I am just an ordinary person.

My father is a senior engineer at an internet company, and my mother runs a small restaurant. While we're not extremely wealthy, we're certainly middle class.

My parents value education highly, so they sent me to this prestigious school. Initially, I objected because my classmates were all ordinary people attending public schools. I thought these so-called elite schools were just places where lazy, rich, and powerful kids obtained their high school diplomas; they had no reason to study, they were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. However, due to failing my high school entrance exam, and because I had little say in my family's affairs, I ended up at this school, beginning a predictable life, just like the program my father had written. My life had already been planned by my parents: study hard for four years of high school, then apply to a foreign engineering college, and finally return to China to work for a high-tech company through my father's connections.
My first year of high school passed by in a daze. My grades were decent, and I discovered that the high school wasn't as bad as I'd initially thought. Everyone seemed quite well-mannered thanks to their upbringing. However, these guys were definitely rich, with all sorts of designer brands. I couldn't really fit in with them; we maintained a friendly but not hostile relationship. I did, though, meet a group of otaku friends in the anime community. It was a small club with five people, though there weren't any girls. We had a small room, and we usually watched anime and read manga together. Sometimes we'd go to anime conventions in nearby cities as a group. Every semester, they'd release a new game, a bullet hell game, similar to Touhou Project. The club president planned and wrote the script, one of us and I did the programming, and the other two did the art.

Before I knew it, it was my second year. The first day of school had a class meeting. Because my flight was delayed the day before, I missed the school's ferry. Finding a boat willing to take tourists out to sea took a lot of time, and with cleaning the room, I slept very late. There was a class meeting in the morning, and although I managed to escape the pull of my bed, I wasn't very focused during the meeting. I just wanted to get through this quickly and go back to my dorm to sleep, since I didn't have class until the afternoon. That was my thought at the time.

The teacher talked about a bunch of boring things in class, all the rules we already knew, like how to choose or change courses, and how to evacuate during the upcoming fire drill. Near the end of class, the teacher mentioned a new student. I didn't pay much attention at first, but then I noticed after hearing the commotion in the class. She
was simply an angel!

She had long, silver-white hair and a charming face. Even in her school uniform, her sexy figure was undeniable, except for her chest, which wasn't exactly "sexy." Her speech and movements exuded an aura of untouchable beauty. She truly was like a work of art, a lofty angel.

Most importantly!

Her height, her figure, her face, her voice... Lolita! Lolita! Lolita! Amazing!
Even just exchanging a few words with her would make my four years of high school feel like prison!

I instantly snapped awake, all my drowsiness vanished, and I felt completely healed. A surge of excitement welled up inside me—the most exciting I'd ever felt in my life. I didn't even know why I was so excited; perhaps it was the onset of puberty in my second year of high school.

For the first time, I felt that morning assemblies were meaningful. If there were morning assemblies every day, I probably wouldn't have to worry about falling asleep in class and getting scolded anymore.

The school's small social circle was quickly ignited by this new student. Boys and girls, from different grades, were all talking about her. The boys talked with excitement, while the girls were filled with envy. I think I was probably the calmest person in the school. Such a beautiful new student—this kind of scenario only happens in shonen manga. An ordinary person like me and her were on parallel lines in a normal three-dimensional space. At most, I'd see her at the weekly morning assembly, and we'd exchange greetings if we bumped into each other at school.

Back in the dorm, I was wide awake, so I turned on the computer and played some games. In the afternoon, I went to class.
On the second day of school, life seemed to have undergone a huge change.

I'm a loner. Except for club activities or when I'm with other club members, I'm mostly alone. Since there are only an odd number of boys in my class, I have a dorm room all to myself. It's lonely without roommates, but as a homebody, I'm content as long as I have an internet connection and a computer, even a Unix one. There

was only one physics class in the morning, and I was sitting alone in a corner of the classroom again. There weren't many people in physics class; out of about 100 students in the whole grade, only about ten were studying STEM subjects, the rest were studying business. I was once again alone at my desk.

Just before class started, a new student named Lilith walked in.

Oh my god? Was she here for physics? She

probably just went to the wrong classroom; it's normal to go to the wrong classroom when you're new to the school.

Lilith looked around the class and sat down next to me.

I felt my heart start racing, and my blood heat up.

An angel! An angel was right next to me! Only 20cm away!

I could even hear her soft breathing and smell the faint lavender scent on her clothes.

I was so excited! I felt like I might break down at any moment from being too excited. In academic terms, I was overflowing with excitement.

I felt countless burning gazes from all around me, the murderous stares between males. I looked up and awkwardly waved to them.

"Alright, boys, class is starting." The physics teacher was a bald old man in his sixties. He was very influential in the physics community; his hair was proof enough. I had asked him before why he chose to teach high school students, and he said he studied celestial theory. The school was far from the city, and the school's observatory could meet his daily needs. Compared to teaching graduate students or universities, he could earn the same salary at this high school, but he had more time for his own research.

I didn't listen very carefully to this physics class because it was the beginning of the semester and the lessons were quite basic. My attention was entirely on Lilith. She was listening very attentively; when the teacher explained concepts, especially applications, her eyes shone brightly. However, when she was explaining the formulas, her expression turned completely bewildered.

I admit I'm a foot fetishist. (Really, really! I mean myself.) During class, my eyes were constantly fixed on Lilith's beautiful legs under the desk. I pretended to be sleeping on the desk, making it seem like I was just a lazy student. Actually, my physics grades were pretty good, and the teacher didn't really bother me, because the class was easy, and he probably understood I wasn't ready yet since it was the beginning of the semester.

Although the school issued uniforms and stipulated the appearance, a standard Western-style jacket, a pleated skirt, and opaque black tights. Although I'm a fan of white tights and absolute territory (areas of absolute territory), I don't mind black tights. The pleated skirt wasn't short, definitely not the super short skirts in anime, but when sitting on a chair, the hem would rise higher because of the curve of the hips. Plus, girls usually tuck the hem between their legs to cover their private parts, so the thighs were even more exposed. I have to say, the short skirt is truly one of the greatest inventions of mankind.

As an otaku who has seen countless legs, I'm quite knowledgeable about both anime and real-life legs. Lilith's legs possess both the artistic curves of anime and the voluptuousness of real-life legs. Her knees are slightly translucent, suggesting she's wearing 50D stockings. Her legs are relatively slender, making a 50D look like a 70D on other women, but she's not overly thin; she has curves in all the right places. Her stockings are also absolutely top-notch, better than the stockings worn by the daughters of wealthy business tycoons. This can be seen from the sheen of the silk and the subtle depth of the translucent flesh color. It must also be said that Lilith pays great attention to her appearance; the warp and weft threads of her stockings are perfectly perpendicular and follow the contours of her legs.

I really want to reach out and touch them.

Don't worry, I won't do anything so perverted. Although I'm a leg fetishist, a hardcore otaku, and have perverted thoughts, I'm definitely not a pervert.

Sometimes Lilith will adjust her posture, and of course, her legs will participate in this movement. As my thighs moved, the socks rubbed against each other, making a soft "swish" sound. Like crisp cookies rubbing together, it made my heart flutter.

I must say, the anti-aircraft guns below were always on high alert, ready to fire at any moment. My brain was constantly secreting hormones; I might break down at any moment.

The teacher only spent an hour on this lesson, leaving about ten minutes for self-study. I opened my textbook and started doing today's homework. Although it taught a very simple problem of force balance, the first question was to analyze the forces acting on a steel bridge.

Yes, I can concentrate and temporarily forget everything else when doing problems.

WTF, more than twenty points and supports—getting one number wrong completely ruins the whole thing!

But then I felt like someone was tugging at my clothes. Don't bother me in this situation! It'll cause an unresponsive error!

I angrily said, "Stop it!"

Wait! Was I too harsh on Lilith?

I turned around and saw Lilith looking at me with a pitiful, aggrieved expression.

"Sorry, I didn't control my emotions just now," I said gently. "Is there a problem?"

"Um, what happened?" Lilith pointed to the first chapter of the lesson plan. Her voice was very soft and gentle, like a kitten's.

My angelic classmate Lilith was talking to me!

How exciting! How lucky!

I took the lesson plan and looked at it.

"To analyze the forces acting on an object, first analyze whether it is in equilibrium (no acceleration). If the object is in equilibrium, then the total force acting on it in all directions must be equal. If it is not in equilibrium, then further analysis is needed."

Good heavens! This is just an introduction; anyone who can pass junior high school physics should be able to understand it.

"What exactly do you not understand?"

"Everything."

...

Does your country not have physics classes?

This is impossible to teach.

But when I saw Lilith's pitiful look, my heart softened. "Okay, let's talk about force first."

"Mm," Lilith nodded, her eyes shining with a thirst for knowledge.

"Hold out your hand."

Lilith did as she was told.

I placed my hand in Lilith's hand.

Plan worked!

Her face flushed slightly. My brain had cleared 99.99% of its load, but the remaining 0.01% successfully sent an interrupt signal.

"Did you feel anything?"

"Your hand is on mine, and, well, it's slightly downwards." I have to say, Lilith is a rather open girl; she doesn't seem to mind interacting with boys. A normal girl wouldn't be so frank in this situation; perhaps it's a cultural difference.

"That's my hand exerting force on yours."

"Oh," she said, seemingly understanding.

"Now put your hand on mine and press down slightly."

She did as I said, while I applied upward pressure.

"Did you notice anything new?"

"Your hand didn't move when I applied pressure. Oh!" She suddenly understood: "That's force balance. I applied a downward force to your hand, and you applied upward pressure; the forces cancel each other out, so your hand didn't move."

I nodded, surprised that she understood so quickly.

"So, what's the condition for force?"

"Contact."

I deliberately set a trap, and as expected, she fell for it like a normal student.

I took a magnet and a few coins out of my bag and demonstrated them to her.

"So you don't need to touch them?" she asked thoughtfully.

...

The last ten minutes of physics class were blissful! I never imagined that a nobody like me, a complete shut-in, could have this.

I was engrossed in our conversation until the bell rang, pulling me back to reality.

Hostile stares from the men around us filled the air. The teacher was smiling at us from the podium.

Haha, you bunch of social butterflies actually look at me like that today.

I awkwardly greeted them.

"Hey, want to have lunch together?"

"Sure!" I couldn't be happier.

Lilith pulled me out of the classroom, and I watched the whole class grit their teeth.

Lilith didn't say a word during lunch; she had a small mouth and ate slowly and carefully. However, she maintained her composure even while eating. No wonder she had such strict upbringing.

After lunch, we discussed many things, mostly high-tech engineering topics, like computers, the internet, and airplanes. She said her country wasn't technologically advanced, but she was very interested in these things, especially computers and the internet, which I mentioned. I invited her to my dorm because I build computers and program, so I thought I could give her a comprehensive introduction. Also, I live alone in my dorm, so I wasn't worried about disturbing my roommates. Don't

worry, I'm not the kind of guy who lures girls into his dorm for sex.

The school isn't strict about male-female relationships because these things are hard to control; they can only control things on campus, not off campus. As long as nothing serious happens, it's fine. The dorm is a small villa, and there aren't any dorm supervisors. As long as you go back to sleep at night and don't disturb others or get complaints, it's okay.

Since we didn't have classes that afternoon, we went to my dorm together. (Later I found out she had the same classes as me, so we ended up sitting next to each other in all our classes.)

My computer is in the living room because only club members come back to my dorm, and we use the computer for almost all our activities. At the same time, because the living room is spacious enough to house the servers (a network server cluster for the game developed by the anime club: one for storing the user database, one for online battles, one for large-capacity GIS storage and server image, and another for testing), I can physically operate the servers anytime while programming on my computer. My walls are also covered with many anime posters.

Lilith was quite startled when she first entered my dorm room. She said she'd seen laptops before, but this was the first time she'd seen one on such a large scale. Her exact words were, "Some people open something that looks like a flat box, called a laptop, or maybe a computer. It lights up, and then they press on some parts of the box with writing and strange, spell-like or ancient characters, and the glowing parts flash." Later, she saw the anime posters on my wall and smiled, saying, "So you like this style, huh?" which made me a little embarrassed.

So I introduced her to basic computer hardware, the development of computers, and even showed her pictures of Google data centers. She thought data centers were amazing; she never imagined that human will could be stored and processed by machines called servers.

Later, I taught her how to type and how to search for information online. Although she needed to look at the keyboard, she learned to type very quickly. After that, she became very interested in Wikipedia and seemed to enjoy using it.
That evening, we went to the shopping street and bought takeout. After finishing my meal, I stood up to throw out the trash when Lilith suddenly said, "Hey, during class today, you kept staring at my legs, didn't you?"

"Ah, um… um…" I stammered, making sure I hadn't given anything away or done anything suspicious.

"From that angle, I could see your eyes were open."

Oops, oops.

"The same thing happened this afternoon when you were teaching me the computer. Especially when you let me operate it myself, you went to the back and kept staring at my feet."

"No… I didn't… I didn't…" I protested.

A bad impression on the very first day; I guess I'm destined to be single forever.

"Well, I don't mind."

Huh?

Lilith lifted her toes, her toes pressing against my crotch.

"Hey, your crotch is putting pressure on my toes," Lilith said, her tone full of teasing and seductive charm.

My brain crashed from processing too much data. More precisely, the underlying system, what I call instinct, took over my brain.

Lilith skillfully used her toes to clamp onto my zipper and pulled down my pants. My lower body sprang out like a spring.

"Even though you were saying 'I'm not going to die,' your body betrays you!" Lilith said. "Hey, don't just stand there, lie down quickly, my legs are tired from holding them up."

I immediately lay down in front of the chair Lilith was sitting in. The chair at the dining table was of European design, with a high back. From my angle, Lilith looked very dignified, her loli-sized figure exuding an air of authority, like a young lady.

(However, the young lady no longer had any authority.)

"Hey, it was very pleasant to discuss with you, so here's a reward for you."

I think I must have been grinning like an idiot at that moment. To be precise, I had that kind of silly grin like Darkris from a certain wonderful world.

Lilith stepped on my lower body with one foot and clamped my nose with the other. Because my nose was blocked, and with the added excitement, I exhaled hot, damp breath towards the soles of her feet, then inhaled the scent of her feet. Her feet didn't smell bad; instead, they had a faint lavender fragrance and a subtle, indescribable scent that could be described as a young girl's natural body odor. For some reason, the deeper I breathed, the more excited I became, like being on drugs.

Her feet pressed against my genitals. Based on my research on forums, normally, the contact between silk and the genitals is painful, especially when dry. However, Lilith's pressure was perfectly controlled; even when her soles brushed against the very tip of my penis, it only caused a tingling sensation.

I must say, Lilith's footwork was superb. If footwork were like martial arts, she'd be a sect leader.

I licked the soles of Lilith's feet. Her feet trembled slightly from my lick, then pressed against my eyes. Immediately afterward, I felt a powerful impact, like hitting the very top of a tower, and then plummeting downwards.

"Ouch!" I cried out, quickly touching my lower body. Thankfully, it wasn't broken.

"You...you...you..."

Angry? I only licked it.

"I'm punishing you!"

Huh? Punishment?

Suddenly, I felt a hot breeze swirling around my erect penis. But my eyes were covered, so I couldn't see.

Next, something warm, probably Lilith's foot, touched my lower body again. She gripped my erect penis with her toes and began moving it up and down.

Gradually, I reached orgasm. The cannon was loaded, ready to fire at any moment.

Lilith's foot slowed down, but didn't stop. So, I was stuck on the edge of orgasm, experiencing waves of excitement but unable to release it.

The excitement gradually turned into pain and inner torment.

"Lilith... Lilith, let me... that... come out."

"No, I'm going to punish you."

"I'm sorry, you can punish me however you want, just let me... now..."

"Hey, I already said it's punishment, why are you making demands? Besides, why did you suddenly lick my feet? It's so itchy."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Beg me."

"Okay, Lilith, please." "

Where's your sincerity?"

"Lilith, please, let me... okay?"

"Let me what?"

"Let me cum." The impending flood forced me to utter these words.

"More sincerity from next door."

"Lilith-sama, please let me cum."

"Hmm, that's more like it."

Lilith removed the foot from my eyes, and her lower body slid down forcefully.

Like the Hoover Dam bursting, my lower body trembled as it sprayed thick white liquid into the sky. The height and volume of the spray completely exceeded anything I had ever managed with my right hand. The ejaculation lasted for several seconds until my genitals, having exhausted all their ammunition, began to ache. My semen was everywhere—on my body, the floor, Lilith's feet and legs, and even the legs of the chair she was sitting on.

I lay exhausted on the floor, panting heavily. As I entered a state of sedation, my brain slowly returned to normal.

Lilith took off her stockings and threw them at me: "Hey, first time with a woman, huh? Judging from your expression, you've only ever fantasized about your right hand before."

I nodded.

"Well then, here's a souvenir of losing your virginity. Remember to keep it safe."

Lilith stood up and walked to the door.

"Oh, right, I mentioned the punishment I gave you earlier," Lilith said with a mischievous smile, "I've put a spell on you. This week, until Friday night, you'll have needs that can't be met without me. So, Friday night, I'll come back to help you in the way you like."

Huh? What spell?

I tried to stand up, but my whole body was weak.

Then, I couldn't remember anything else until the next morning. I have to say, that was incredibly exhausting. Even the next day in class, I felt completely weak and my legs were limp. When I went to the school clinic, the only advice I got was, "Malnutrition, play fewer games, stay up less late, and masturbate less."

I ran into Lilith in class. Her classes were exactly the same as mine: physics, chemistry, history, biology, plus required Chinese, English, and math. I told her I was exhausted Tuesday night and my legs were weak, and she just smiled at me. I asked her what the "curse" meant, and she told me to figure it out myself, then changed the subject.
The third day, Thursday, I finally returned to normal. After school, I tried to have sex, but I couldn't get an erection no matter what I did. I wondered if I was impotent.

Later, while cleaning my room, I saw the souvenir Lilith had left me (I had already washed it, and while washing it, I noticed the silk emitted a very faint fluorescence; perhaps this is high-quality material). I took it out and touched it, and surprisingly, I felt a reaction.

Thankfully, nothing serious happened. Could this be the "curse" Lilith was talking about?

I'll only know for sure when Lilith comes to my dorm again on Friday, which is tomorrow.

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