Wireless Remote Control Vibrating Egg (Full Version 14)

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Qing, she's my girlfriend. She's a very well-behaved girl, at least that's true before I got her.
However, after we started dating, I discovered that she's a girl who appears innocent on the outside but is actually quite promiscuous on the inside, at least in front of me. But despite her promiscuity, she never lets me into her body. As a result, I'm still a virgin, and I don't know if she is.
Oh! I forgot to mention, I'm a typical high school student, a sophomore this year. Qing and I are in the same class, and she's the girl I worked hard to win over after a year. In our classmates' eyes, Qing is very well-behaved, really well-behaved, and a little bit naive.
So I want to emphasize again, she's very innocent.
Her house is very close to mine, but far from school. So we always meet at the bus stop in the morning to take the bus to school together. The story begins at the bus stop.
Today the sun isn't shining brightly, the air isn't cold, it's a perfect day for an outing, and Qing and I are waiting for the bus at the bus stop, but unfortunately we're not going out, we're going to school. Today, Qing was wearing the school's standard semi-transparent sailor uniform, with a skirt he had specially tailored, about five centimeters above his knees. His hair was tied in a ponytail, and he wore glasses that would make any girl look a bit dazed. Combined with his sunny smile, he had the standard innocent look. But what he had just given me wasn't so innocent.
"Hey, Xiang, keep this for you. You can play with it later."
Qing gave me a cute smile and handed me something that looked like a car horn, with four switches: strong, medium, weak, and off.
"What...what is this?"
I asked, taking the strange thing Qing gave me.
"Heh, you'll see when you turn it on."
Qing replied mysteriously.
"Uh...what kind of weird thing is this?"
I squinted at him, seeing his expression.
Looking at the thing in my hand, I switched the switch to the weak position.
"Nothing's wrong, what are you doing?" I asked, a little annoyed.
"Um...I...I...I...I'll...I'll turn it...off."
Qing's face turned noticeably red.
Seeing his strange expression, I quickly switched the switch to off.
"Hoo...this seems really interesting."
Qing took a breath and whispered in my ear,
"Don't tell anyone, okay? I put a vibrator inside my vagina today."
As she spoke, she pulled up her uniform, revealing the receiver hanging on her skirt:
"The remote control for the vibrator is in your hand."
"Really?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Hmph, you don't want it after playing with it all day? Then give it back." Qing playfully held out her hand.
"I don't mean I don't want it, it's just...is this really okay?"
I asked, looking at the remote control in my hand and then at her skirt.
"I'm fine with it, go ahead and play with it." Qing gave me a big smile.
"The bus is here, let's get on first."
I took Qing's hand and boarded the bus, of course, I put the remote control in my pocket.
There weren't many people on the bus, and there was a double seat available in the back. I chose to sit by the window, and Qing naturally sat next to me. He first used his hand to pull his skirt forward, then slowly sat down. Because of the curve, the skirt slipped up to his thighs, instantly revealing his fair skin.
A thought suddenly popped into my head, and my right hand slipped into my pocket to quietly turn the vibrator to the weakest setting.
"Mmm...Xiang, you...you're so...bad."
Qing's body went limp, her head resting on my shoulder. I didn't speak, my face fixed on the window, ignoring Qing. Qing placed her bag on her lap, trying to reduce the buzzing of the vibrator, but I think she was overthinking it. Sitting in the back, the bus engine noise already masked the faint buzzing.
"Mmm...oh...mmm...ah..." Qing kept letting out soft moans.
The girl in front seemed to have heard something, turning around to look at us with disdain. I think she must have thought we were doing something.
Hearing Qing's soft moans, I couldn't help but turn my head. A blush had spread across Qing's face, her eyes were slightly closed, and her lips were sometimes biting and sometimes releasing, as if she was enjoying the stimulation from the vibrator.
How could I let Qing enjoy herself like that? I quickly turned the remote control off with my right hand.
With the vibrator off, the vibration in my lower body disappeared. Qing looked at me with dissatisfaction.
"Hmph, you're so annoying, I was enjoying myself." Qing symbolically patted my chest.
"Hehe, if you want to enjoy yourself, I'll let you enjoy yourself to your heart's content in class later."
I deliberately raised my voice so the girl in front of us could hear.
"Ugh, forget it, we're almost at school, let's get off."
Qing turned his head away, expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Haha, let's go."
I took his hand and, under the girl's gaze, led her off the bus.
Today's first class was English, and my English is terrible, but my quiz scores are excellent. Want to know the secret?
It's simple: Qing is the English tutor, specifically responsible for quiz scores. Her scores are always above 70 or 80, since too high would be noticed.
Qing sat obediently at the front of the class. Watching her diligently copying the key points from the blackboard, I found it hard to believe the lewd expression on her face when she handed me the remote control
. "Yuqing, write your answers to this morning's exam on the blackboard," the teacher instructed.
"Okay," Qing replied obediently.
Qing slowly walked up to the front, holding her exam paper in her left hand and chalk in her right, and wrote her answers on the blackboard.
Because the first question needed to be written higher on the blackboard, Qing stood on tiptoe, straining to raise her right hand as she wrote. Her uniform, pulled by her right hand, slipped out of her skirt.
Damn it, this idiot! The vibrator receiver is showing! A line runs from the receiver inside her skirt! Oh my god, what if someone finds out?
A thought suddenly popped into my head: I suddenly wanted to see what she'd look like when she was discovered to be a lewd girl.
I slipped my right hand into my pants and turned the remote control down to a low setting. Suddenly, Qing's legs went weak, and her handwriting became crooked and messy. She glanced back at me, a pleading and shy expression on her face.
Haha, how could I let her off so easily? I pressed on, turning the switch up to medium.
Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, Qing's hands could no longer hold the chalk properly, and her legs were trembling and tightly closed. The teacher noticed Qing's distress and asked with concern,
"Yuqing, are you alright? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No...no...um...I'm...nothing...um..."
Qing answered, her face flushed and her voice trembling.
Because the test papers were for students to check each other's answers and change scores, the teacher had already stepped down from the podium and was walking among the students, checking if anyone had cheated.
"If you're alright, continue writing. Your classmates are waiting to check their answers."
It seemed the teacher hadn't noticed the unusual state of Qing's uniform, as class was almost over, and she hurriedly urged them on. As soon as he finished speaking, he went back to looking at his classmates' exam papers.
At this moment, Qing's posture was very strange. It seemed she was trying to hold back the urge to defecate, her legs tightly pressed together, her toes turned inward and touching. Although her right hand was still holding chalk on the blackboard, she wasn't writing at all; instead, she seemed to be leaning against the blackboard. Her left hand was holding onto the back of her skirt, but she didn't dare to pull or touch her lower body, which was throbbing with pleasure.
After all, she was in the classroom, in front of the whole class. How could a model student touch her genitals? Although I couldn't see Qing's face at this moment, she must have been biting her lip, because I could hear her making muffled "hmm...hmm..." sounds.
But it was clear that Qing was almost unable to bear this torment; almost her whole body was straining to maintain this very strange posture.
Actually, I was also afraid that if the teacher and classmates found out that Qing had a remote-controlled vibrator inserted into her vagina, and that the remote was in my hand, I would be in big trouble too. So I turned the remote control off. Qing immediately relaxed. She shifted slightly, as if no one had noticed, and continued writing the rest of the answers on the blackboard.
After finishing, Qing turned around to leave the podium, glancing at me with a flushed face. She was clearly aroused. I'm sure her underwear was soaking wet; even the teacher could tell.
"What's wrong? Your face is so red. Do you have a cold?"
"No, no, I don't have a cold..."
But her expression was strange and complicated. I didn't know if she was upset that I hadn't kept the vibrator vibrating or if the vibration had been too long. Anyway, she was the one who gave me the remote control, so I let her have it. But I still don't understand why Qing gave me the remote. Is she so naive that she doesn't know what I'm going to do? But if she's really that naive, she probably wouldn't even know that wireless remote-controlled vibrators exist. Anyway, all I know is that while I was controlling Qing, my penis remained highly erect, so hard it was almost painful. Every time I wanted to take things further with Qing, she would always make excuses, leaving me with a hard-on all day, only to end up watching porn at home to release my pent-up desire. This time, Qing has finally delivered herself to me, so I'm going to give her a good beating and let her know the pain of unfulfilled desire.
After Qing returned to her seat, I turned the volume down again. This time, Qing's behavior wasn't as noticeable. She shifted slightly from side to side to adjust her body, then remained still. But a moment later, she twisted her waist, then pulled at her skirt, then placed her hand on her knee, then gripped the edge of the chair tightly—a stark contrast to her usual quiet and attentive demeanor.
Our tutor, who was also our English teacher, was a forty-year-old man with a slightly receding hairline. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and because of his thinning hairline, we secretly called him "Mediterranean" behind his back. Later, to avoid being overheard, we shortened it to "Dichondriac." Dichondriac was always kind and gentle to the high-achieving students, especially the girls, but he always looked down on the boys, especially those with average grades, and was quick to berate them.
Qing consistently ranked at the top of her class academically. Coupled with her adorable appearance and outwardly portrayed image of a well-behaved and innocent girl, every teacher doted on her, especially the English teacher. The English teacher frequently called on students to answer questions in class. If he was in a good mood, he would call on students with good grades, cute looks, or handsome appearances; however, if he was in a bad mood, he would always call on students with poor grades or average looks, and even if they answered correctly, they wouldn't receive a pleasant look.
Today, it seemed that Di Hai was in a good mood, as all the top ten most handsome and beautiful students in the class stood up to answer questions. The next question was Qing's turn.
"Translate this sentence."
Qing slowly shifted her body and stood up. Because Qing wasn't very tall, only about 155 cm, she sat in the first row. I, at 175 cm, sat in the last seat of the row next to her. From my seat, I couldn't see her face, but her voice was clear:
"Mr. Peter, against his wife's wishes, decided... ah..."
As Qing began translating, the vibrator was turned up to medium intensity. Qing, probably unable to withstand the sudden stimulation, let out a cry, but she remained composed and immediately continued translating:
"Decided to take his three sons... um... and two servants... ah... by train... towards the big city in the middle... Detroit... ah... um..."
By the last sentence, I had turned the vibrator to high intensity. Di Hai and the other students looked up at this model student, wondering why Qing's voice and tone were different from her usual self.
"Are you feeling a bit cold? Your voice sounds strange. Hmm...wait, is there some kind of buzzing sound? "
I quickly switched the volume down to a low setting.
"Or maybe I misheard, it seems like there's no sound anymore; Haru, if you're not feeling well, you should tell the teacher." I
was already standing in front of Haru, shaking my head left and right as if to confirm I hadn't misheard, carefully listening to the surrounding sounds.
Haru had already sat down, her skirt and thighs pressed together, making the vibrator's sound very faint, but the stimulation was amplified by her tighter legs. The small vibrator was vibrating like a mischievous child, drilling into her sensitive vagina and clitoris. Who would imagine that a
model student, a well-behaved girl, had a remote-controlled vibrator under her skirt?
"I had a bit of a cold a couple of days ago...hmm, but it's okay...hmm."
Haru was really good at lying, and with the flush on her face, although her voice trembled slightly, I still believed it was just a cold.
Finally, class ended. In the ten minutes or so before it was over, I kept changing the intensity of the vibrator, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. Whenever I felt Qing was about to reach her limit or was enjoying it too much, I would turn it off. This was my time to enjoy myself, not Qing's, so I had to keep her on edge and not let her get too comfortable.
As soon as class ended, Qing ran to the bathroom, but since it was my turn to clean the blackboard, I obediently did so. However, I still turned on the remote control of the vibrator in my pocket and set it to medium. I knew that these wireless products had a limited effective range; if the distance was too far, the remote control wouldn't work. I could tell how far the effective range was
just by watching Qing's expression. After a while, I suddenly heard a "Ah!" I turned around and saw Qing suddenly crouch down slightly in the hallway next to the classroom, as if her legs had lost their strength. Sure enough, the effective range was about fifteen meters. I turned off the light switch,
took the blackboard eraser to the hallway to brush off the chalk dust, and Qing slowly stood up to talk to her best friend:
"I'm fine, I just feel weak all of a sudden, probably because I was in a rush this morning and didn't eat breakfast."
"Qing, are you on your period? Let me tell you, I feel like that too. When I get my period, I feel weak all over, and it feels like worms are crawling in my stomach, it's painful and stuffy. My mom told me that I should eat some hot brown sugar water at this time... and also..."
It was Qing's best friend, Xingjuan, who was speaking. Although she was a good person and very loyal, she was a bit of a chatterbox, and once she started talking, she couldn't stop.
However, she was also the only one who knew that Qing and I were boyfriend and girlfriend. Fortunately, she kept her mouth shut when she shouldn't have, otherwise I would have been targeted by some sycophantic students and the school long ago. Because of this, the two of us would deliberately keep our distance from each other at school to avoid getting into trouble, and when we wanted to go on dates, Xingjuan would often be the third wheel to cover for us.
Qing glanced at me, her eyes slightly misty, but her expression held a smile, even a mischievous childish smile, as if to say, "Why is that all? Let's try again." Looking at Qing's lovely face, her cheeks still flushed, her cute little lips and bright, dark eyes, I suddenly felt a pang of pity. I wondered if what I was doing would make her look foolish in front of everyone, and if she were discovered, would her image as a model student be ruined?
The bell rang, and everyone rushed into the classroom. Taking advantage of the opportunity to tidy up the blackboard eraser, I slowly walked back to the classroom, following behind Qing, and whispered, "Is this okay? Can I continue? Or should I give you back the remote?"
"I'm having so much fun, I'm so excited. Don't you think it's fun? I'm not satisfied yet. It would be best if you could make me a little more lewd. How about this, if you continue playing with me, I'll grant you one wish,
anything. Want to?" I never expected Qing's answer to be like this. There's no comparison between the angel and the devil in my heart. The angel was thrown to the winds. The phrase "anything" rekindled my desire. I could finally lose my virginity and no longer have to hide at home watching porn. Hahaha!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of how this little girl always wore revealing clothes on dates, whether intentionally or unintentionally, completely different from the reserved girls at school. If her classmates at school saw what Qing wore on our dates, they definitely wouldn't believe it. I complimented him
on his looks, and he'd lean forward slightly, pulling down his already low-cut neckline a bit, saying, "It's even prettier inside!" But when my eyes darted towards his neckline, wanting to peek, he'd call me a pervert. Our dates were limited to holding hands, and occasionally I could kiss her cute lips, but I wasn't allowed to take anything further.
Men's desires ultimately end up being consigned to photo albums.
I've decided, a man's desire trumps everything. I'm going to continue playing with the vibrator remote. Since Qing doesn't mind, I want to know just how lewd she really is. On the other hand, the intimate games we played in class earlier—the tension, the thrill, the feeling of conquering and having a girl at my mercy—slowly surfaced, giving me a uniquely masculine sense of accomplishment. Beneath the seemingly innocent, obedient girl's skirt, I could decide her pleasure with a single finger. It's a tremendous temptation.
I've decided to delve deeper into this temptation.
The second lesson
was history, arguably the most tedious. The teacher was an elderly man, probably at least sixty. I heard that some historical factors had caused him to continue teaching at such an advanced age, and some teachers at the school were even his students, which gives you an idea of his age.
The lesson's procedure was simple: after opening the textbook, he would begin muttering to himself, seemingly reciting the textbook content, but no one could understand what he was saying. This continued until the bell rang, at which point he would close the textbook and leave the classroom. Qing also mentioned to me that even he couldn't understand what the teacher was saying; occasionally he would catch a sentence or two, but it was completely unrelated to the textbook. So, after about ten minutes of history class, the entire classroom would fall into a drowsy atmosphere. Some attentive students would move to the back row and frantically shove books from other subjects into their books, since the teacher didn't seem to care.
But today is different. In my right pocket is a wireless remote control with only simple strong, medium, weak, and off switches. It controls a vibrating egg inserted into the vagina of a seemingly innocent, pure-looking girl. This girl always swaps seats with classmates in history class, sitting in the back row. That means this girl with the vibrating egg is now sitting right next to me.
Since I have the whole class, I can take it slow. I first switch to the weak setting. Qing's brows furrow slightly, and her usually large, clear eyes narrow slightly, as if she's enduring something, or perhaps enjoying it. Her two delicate, white hands, still holding a pen and gripping the book's edge, are showing some pressure, the pen tip digging into the page. Her left hand is now pinching the pages instead of holding them; her legs are trembling slightly from being squeezed together.
I looked at Qing's expression with satisfaction, especially her eyes. I had never seen such beautiful and captivating eyes before; they seemed so deep they could draw you in, and they seemed to speak volumes, conveying a myriad of emotions. It was because of Qing's eyes that I decided to pursue her. Now, those eyes seemed to speak as well, their already watery depths growing even more intense, like a lake about to overflow. Qing glanced at me, and my brother immediately stood up in awe. It was so alluring; her eyes seemed to say, "Come quickly, claim me, but please be gentle, don't use force, or you'll crush me. Claim me."
With the remote control of the vibrator switched to "medium," her eyebrows furrowed even deeper, her eyes narrowed further, and her lips parted slightly, as if calling out something, uttering meaningless sounds—"hmm...hmm...ahhh...hmm..."—or perhaps she was about to suck on something, giving me an urge to shove my penis into Qing's mouth. It was impossible to tell whether her expression was one of restraint or pleasure; she was enjoying the sensations emanating from her lower body while enduring the pain of not being able to cry out. Clearly, although her vision was focused on the book, the focus was blurry, and she hadn't turned a page in ten minutes.
Her hands had released the book and were gripping the edge of the table tightly, her shoulders tense and hunched, her legs trembling irregularly, accompanied by her constantly shifting waist—as if trying to resonate with the waves of pleasure, or perhaps to escape its onslaught. Fortunately, the ceiling fan was on, its rumbling drowning out the vibrator's noise, allowing me to confidently turn it to the highest intensity.
Perhaps it was because she was sitting in the last row that Qing dared to be so uninhibited, though it was clear she was still deliberately keeping her voice low and soft. I was increasingly eager to see what effect the "strong" setting would have on Qing.
The intensity had been on for ten minutes straight, and Qing's expression grew increasingly ecstatic. Her face flushed redder, especially her lips, which looked like they were lipstick-covered. Her eyes were completely closed, her breathing became more rapid, and the movements of her legs and waist became more pronounced and rhythmic. I suddenly wondered if this little girl was about to climax. I decided to turn off the vibrator and see her reaction.
So I switched it to "off." Qing seemed a little surprised, opening her eyes and glancing at me with an expression that seemed to say, "Why did you stop?" Then she slowly closed her eyes again, her whole body beginning to relax very, very slowly. After a minute, seeing that Qing seemed to have relaxed enough, I suddenly switched the vibrator's remote to "strong."
Qing jumped up from her chair as if bitten by a snake, letting out a cry of "Ah!" But Qing was quite clever. She immediately bit her left hand and lay face down on the table, as if she were sleeping in class, while her right hand pressed against her skirt, trying to reduce the stimulation and the overwhelming pleasure. Anyway, there weren't many students awake in this class. A few who heard the noises turned around to look, then went back to sleep.
Qing seemed unable to cope with the intensity of the "strong" stimulation. Her mouth was tightly bitten on her left arm, but she still made "ah ah ah" sounds, which grew louder and louder. Her whole body was tightly curled up. Seeing this, I quickly turned off the vibrator. Qing let out a big sigh of relief and slowly relaxed, panting heavily, looking very tired. She lay like that for twenty minutes until the bell rang. When Qing got up, I was shocked because her eyes were full of tears, and she looked aggrieved. I rushed over and asked her what was wrong, if she was okay.
Suddenly, Qing slapped me hard across the arm with both hands, then said,
"Ugh, I was enjoying it, why did you suddenly turn it off?" Luckily, class had just ended, and the classroom was in chaos, so no one noticed the corner of the room.
"Don't do that again, you made me drip all over the floor."
I followed her gaze and saw a few drops of liquid on the floor, probably from her vagina. But this was too much.
"I need to go to the restroom to clean up."
I thought so too. With so much vaginal fluid, her underwear must be overflowing. Suddenly, a mischievous thought popped into my head. Since the teacher hadn't used the blackboard at all this class, I, as the cleaning duty student, wouldn't have anything to do. I'd just follow her to the restroom
. I turned on the "weak" setting on the remote-controlled vibrator and followed Qing towards the restroom. I didn't intend to follow her into the girls' restroom; I just wanted to see how Qing would walk while being stimulated by the vibrator. But it turned out to be so interesting. Qing tried hard to maintain her balance and normal walking posture, but the stimulation from the vibrator made her stop after a few steps, even squatting down. Even when she was walking, it seemed like she was enduring something.
"I was wondering why it was still moving. Turns out you were following me. Ah... um... you're so... bad... ah..."
Qing thought that once she was out of the remote's range, it would be fine. But after walking a short distance, the vibrator under her skirt kept moving. She looked back and saw me behind her.
Just then, Di Hai appeared again. It seemed he was going to teach the class next to ours. Seeing Qing squatting down and looking so upset, he came over.
"Meiqing, are you having a cold? Your face is so red. If you're feeling unwell, go to the infirmary and rest. Um...you...you, what's your name, Xiang? Ask who's on duty today. Go with Yuqing to the infirmary."
How annoying! He doesn't even remember my name; he only has eyes for pretty female students.
"Teacher, I'm on duty today." Just then, the class bell rang. Dihai looked at his watch and said urgently,
"Okay, it's you. Go with your classmate to the infirmary. You don't need to attend this class. I'll ask the Chinese teacher for leave for you. I need to hurry to class too. Honestly, we're handing out test papers this class. I need to get there quickly. I'll go to the infirmary after class."
And so, I openly helped Qing walk to the infirmary, of course, the vibrator still on.
Qing squinted, leaning slightly on my shoulder, walking with difficulty, constantly making "Ah...um...I can't take it anymore" sounds. Hearing Qing's murmurs, I realized I was almost at my limit too.
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finally made it to the infirmary, only to find a note on the door:
"The nurse has a class today, please wait inside or come back next class. For emergencies, please call 09xxxxx."
I turned off the remote control and asked Qing,
"Should we come back next class?"
"Idiot, of course we should go in first! I'm dripping again!"
I noticed a few more drops of colorless, transparent liquid dripping from Qing's skirt. This girl is so sensitive.
We went into the infirmary. The furnishings were simple: two or three tables and a medicine cart, some mannequins on the cabinet, and two hospital beds in the adjacent room. Actually, the nurses are very kind. Sometimes when I don't want to go to class, I pretend to be sick and come to the infirmary to chat with the nurse for a class, then lie on the hospital bed and sleep for another class. My aunt always says,
"You're adults now. If you don't want to go to class, I won't force you to sit in the classroom, but you need to know what you're doing and be responsible for your actions." I
helped Qing to the hospital bed, made her lie down, and then quietly pressed the switch on the vibrator...
"Ah...so good...I can make a sound now...ah...so comfortable."
The infirmary is located at the very edge of the school, next to the sports equipment room, so no noise will be heard, which is why it's a good place for me to catch up on sleep.
As Qing was talking, her right hand reached inside her skirt, ignoring my staring eyes. Her left hand wasn't idle either, grabbing her breasts through her clothes.
"Ah...so good...so nice...ahhh..."
Seeing the girl I like masturbating in front of me, of course I couldn't resist, and I reached out my hand to touch her breasts.
"No, get your hand away, you can't touch me."
My hand was slapped twice. It's always like this; if my hands don't behave, I get scolded, and sometimes even hit. But seeing this scene today, even she was moaning, and she wouldn't let anyone else touch her. It's outrageous! The more I thought about
it, the angrier I got, wanting to teach this seemingly innocent but secretly lewd girl a lesson. Wait a minute, Qing said she'd grant me a request. I originally wanted to have sex with Qing to lose my virginity. But I couldn't swallow that anger, and now I could use it. I turned off the vibrator, but Qing's hands moved even more vigorously, as if trying to replace the lost vibration with her hands
. "Qing, you said you'd grant me a request."
"Yeah, anything is fine, ah... so good."
"Okay, I want you not to touch your own body with your hands today, no matter what you do, absolutely not." Qing froze after hearing that, opening her eyes, which had been closed in enjoyment, as if in disbelief.
"My own hands can't touch myself?"
I felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure. Although I lost the chance to have sex, seeing Qing's surprised expression, I couldn't help but admire myself. I'm a genius.
"That's right, and to prevent you from cheating, whatever you touch with your hands can't touch your body."
I was preventing Qing from holding the vibrator or touching it through her clothes, otherwise it would defeat my purpose. I don't want you to only enjoy yourself.
"Okay, I promise you."
After a moment, Qing finally blurted out this sentence, and slowly took her hand out from under her skirt.
"What if you break the rules?"
"If I break the rules, I'll grant you one more request for each time, and the original rules will continue as before."
"Okay, then I'm relieved." After saying that, I turned on the vibrator and adjusted it to a low intensity.
As soon as the buzzing sound appeared, Qing's expression became hazy again, and she made indistinct sounds. Her hands unconsciously moved towards her skirt again, but as soon as she moved, she remembered my command, so she had to tightly grip the sheets on both sides, desperately squeeze her legs together, and keep moving her body.
Seeing that the opportunity was not to be missed, I grabbed Qing's chest with my right hand. Qing's reflex was to hit my arm, and hit it particularly hard, as if to retaliate against my command. It hurt, but I wasn't unhappy at all. "Very well, I have one more thing for you to do. I said that nothing your hands touch can touch your body. You hit my hand, and my hand is on your body, which is the same as you touching your own body."
"How can this be... ah... um... it's not fair... ah."
"What's fair or unfair? You just agreed to it yourself, and all the conditions were clearly stated. You just didn't notice."
After saying that, I started to unbutton the two buttons on the front of Qing's uniform, revealing a pink bra. This was the first time I had seen Qing's underwear. The bra was decorated with lace, a very cute style, very suitable for a cute girl like Qing. However, what surprised me was that the bra was a front-closure style, which was a perfect match for Qing's inherent lewd nature. Qing subconsciously
reached out to cover her breasts and push my hand away, but when she thought about having to do something more if I touched her again, she didn't dare to imagine what tricks I would come up with to mess with her. Her hand froze in mid-air, not daring to move. But the vibrating egg below continued to send waves of pleasure through me, and my body writhed involuntarily, creating a beautiful scene.
Seeing Qing's struggle only fueled my lust, a sadistic instinct rising within me. I wanted to further torment this beautiful, angelic-faced, wanton woman before me. I gently unbuttoned the front clasp, and her heavy breasts sprang out. Qing wasn't tall, and many classmates assumed her figure wouldn't be anything special, but that wasn't the case. Qing had a very slim waist, only 23 inches, and although she was only a C cup, it had the visual effect of a D cup. Her buttocks were also perky, giving her an S-shaped figure from the side. She deliberately wore a larger-than-average uniform to conceal her beautiful figure. Now, of course, she couldn't hide it anymore. Perhaps because she rarely saw the sun, her breasts were white and tender, seemingly ready to drip moisture.
Looking at Qing's firm breasts and pale pink areolas, they were truly exquisite. Of course, I didn't hold back, grabbing one in each hand and beginning to savor them.
Mmm, so soft, like cotton candy, or like a warm steamed bun, such a comfortable touch. I squeezed it a little harder, letting my fingers sink into her breast, watching it change shape in my hands like mochi. It was such a wonderful, so comfortable touch. I gently touched the tips of her nipples and found they were still firm and erect, completely different from mine. It was amazing. I gently rubbed her nipples, letting my palms and fingers glide over them, and I heard a moan, "Ah... not there... don't touch me..." So this was her sensitive area. Well, I wouldn't hold back then.
I deliberately turned off the vibrator first, then pressed my lips to Qing's lips and began to kiss her. My hands attacked her breasts, kneading her soft, white breasts as if trying to squeeze out water. Qing couldn't make a sound because I had covered her mouth, only letting out "Ugh... ahh..." sounds from her throat. Before, my kisses with Qing were just light kisses, but even so, I still enjoyed Qing's lips.
I gently stuck out my tongue, and to my surprise, Qing stuck out hers too. We kissed deeply, exchanging saliva. It turned out this little girl's true nature hadn't been discovered yet. Listening to Qing's moans, and feeling the intoxicating sensation in my hands, my pants were already bulging, and I couldn't wait to get to work.
"Turn it on! I'm so itchy down there, don't keep me in suspense, you're a bad guy, hurry up and give it to me."
The vibrator wasn't moving, only her breasts were being stimulated, neither going up nor down, and she couldn't use her hands. This little slut was starting to get impatient. If her classmates heard these words coming from the mouth of Qing, who usually seemed a bit dazed and had a sweet face, they would definitely think they were dreaming.
"You've got it all, with the vibrator, but what about me? Who's going to comfort my hard little brother?"
"But... if you touch my breasts, I can't use my hands to help you." Having just been punished once, Qing was quite smart and didn't dare to do it again.
"Besides your hands, are there any other ways to help me?" I could finally abandon my virginity of seventeen years.
Qing tilted her head, thinking for a moment, her already rosy cheeks turning a deep red.
"You're such a bad person, then don't touch me..."
Unexpectedly, Qing suddenly unzipped my pants, reached into my "reservoir," and pulled out my already erect penis. The dark glans, already glistening with secretions, exuded a lewd scent, and Qing swallowed it whole.
I froze for a moment. Instantly, I felt a warm temperature spread to my penis, a soft touch slowly moving from the tip to the side, then my entire penis was enveloped in a warm sensation, as if soaking in warm water, while hundreds of tiny soft worms massaged and sucked at my penis. Is this oral sex? How can it feel so good? I feel like my penis is melting. I unconsciously let out a soft moan, "Ah...so good...so comfortable."
"I want some too! Hurry up and turn it on, it's so itchy down there! Come touch my breasts, squeeze them!"
Qing put her hands behind her back and quickly swallowed and spit out my penis with her mouth, saying things that were unclear.
Although this was different from what I expected, but...whatever, I quickly turned on the vibrator and adjusted it to a low intensity. My hands went back to Qing's breasts and started poking and kneading them even harder.
"Ah...that's it...mmm...so good, so comfortable."
Our position now was incredibly lewd. Qing was kneeling between my legs, her hands behind her back, her shoulders resting on my thighs. Her breasts drooped, peeking out from under her uniform with only two or three buttons undone. Her neck moved rapidly as she swallowed and released my penis with her mouth, while a vibrating egg was constantly inside her vagina. I, on the other hand, was squeezing Qing's breast with one hand and holding her hair with the other, moving back and forth, watching my penis appear and disappear in Qing's mouth. Qing's expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Looking at Qing's lovely face, her soft lips swallowing and releasing my ugly penis, the incongruous visual stimulation was amazing. Combined with the incredible pleasure emanating from my hand and penis, I felt my penis swell even larger in Qing's throat. I never imagined my penis could swell so much; sex was so pleasurable!
I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure radiating from my lower body. It felt a million times better than using my hand. Her soft, moist mouth, the slightly rough taste buds on her tongue scraping against my penis, and her lips contracting into an "O" shape as she released it, grazing the most sensitive edge of the glans—all these sensations intensified my pleasure.
This continued for three to five minutes, becoming increasingly pleasurable and intense, when I noticed Qing's swallowing and releasing speed slowing down. Her mouth must have gotten tired. Qing slightly opened her eyes, looking at me with pleading eyes. Seeing her helpless and innocent expression, a desire to further ravage her arose within me.
I turned the vibrator to medium intensity and had Qing kneel on the bed, keeping my penis in her mouth. I couldn't bear to leave Qing's warm mouth, so I stood up. Qing looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression.
"Tired? Let me do it."
I placed both hands on Qing's hair and started moving my hips, making my penis go in and out of Qing's mouth again. It felt so good; men really like the feeling of being in control.
"I'm fucking Qing's mouth, you know?"
I never expected to say such words, but I found that saying them aloud gave me even more pleasure, a feeling of conquest. It was truly "amazing." And Qing's mouth seemed even tighter; when my penis tried to withdraw, I could feel a suction force holding onto the glans, making it even more comfortable. I started to feel like something wanted to ejaculate inside me.
I looked down at Qing, who was swallowing and releasing my penis.
"I'm going to cum!"
I started thrusting my hips harder and more violently, each thrust reaching the deepest part of Qing's throat before pulling out. I gripped her head tightly, preventing her from pulling back. Qing's throat began to make sounds:
"Ahhh...I...want...ah...I'm coming...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming..."
Qing's whole body clenched tightly, trembling uncontrollably.
Suddenly, I felt waves of pleasure coursing through my lower body. I ejaculated, spraying gushes of thick fluid into Qing's mouth—the most I'd ever ejaculated in a single time. Even I was surprised at how much I'd ejaculated. It was incredibly, incredibly comfortable.
Only when I was sure I'd finished did I reluctantly pull away from Qing's mouth. I slumped onto the bed, turned off the vibrator, and watched as Qing's expression slowly relaxed.
Finally, Qing opened her eyes, looking at me with a complex expression—not angry or sad, but not happy either. I looked at Qing, unable to discern her thoughts. I wondered what she was thinking and how she viewed what had just happened between us.
Then I suddenly realized Qing hadn't made a sound, and I saw her mouth was bulging. It turned out my semen was still on her lips. I quickly looked around for tissues or a towel. Just then, the school bell rang over the loudspeaker. Class was over. We'd spent the whole period playing in the infirmary. Is this what they mean by happy times always fly by?
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the infirmary doorway:
"Li Yuqing, are you there? Are you alright?"
It was Di Hai. That old geezer had actually let class early to see Qing! Pervert! He'd only be this concerned if a male student was sick. This was bad. Qing and I were still disheveled. If we were discovered, Qing's image and reputation would be ruined.
"Strange, why is no one here? Could they be in the break room?"
The voice grew closer. This was serious. Suddenly, Qing lay down, pointed at me, then at the person next to her. I understood, and quickly pulled the blanket over both of us. I pressed myself tightly against Qing, pretending she was alone.
"Li Yuqing, are you in there? I'm coming in."
Di Hai was already at the door of the rest room. I suddenly realized that both of our shoes were still by the bed. If my shoes were seen, it would give us away, but there wasn't time for me to hide them again. Just then, another familiar voice came:
"Teacher Chen, what brings you here? Is something the matter?"
It was the nurse. Maybe there was hope.
"Nurse Zhang, have you seen Li Yuqing from my class here? She's not feeling well, so I asked another student from my class to come with her." "
I just came back from nursing class. They might be in the rest room inside!" In that short time, I immediately got out of bed, pushed my shoes under the bedside table, and went back to their original position. I've never been so efficient in my life. Just as I pulled the covers up, I heard the door open.
"Sure enough, Li seems to be asleep. Her face is flushed; let me check if she has a fever. Hmm... her forehead and face are hot. I'll take a thermometer to check. In that case, I'll have to wake Li up first. Li Yuqing, Li Yuqing. Wake up..."
After a slight shaking, I heard Qing reply in a muffled voice:
"Hmm..."
I suddenly realized that the semen was still in Qing's mouth, and she hadn't had time to clean it out yet, no wonder her voice was muffled.
"Li, I need to take your temperature. Do you want it oral or under the arm?" "I
'll take her under the arm. I don't even know if the thermometer was properly sterilized."
Dead end, she probably just wants to see if she can get a taste of the light. Making it sound so nice. But if I take her under the arm, the blanket will be pulled open, and Qing and I will be exposed to the light. You know, Qing's two big breasts are still outside her uniform, enjoying the cool air.
"Teacher Chen, please be polite. My equipment is extremely sterilized and hygienic. I won't use it on students without thorough sterilization."
"Nurse Zhang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to say... well... it's always better to be careful, right? Haha..." It
was truly satisfying. Serves him right. The nurse ignored him and went straight to Qing:
"I respect students' opinions. Li, which side do you want measured?"
I leaned against Qing, my head pressed against her chest to avoid being noticed. I was sure I heard a "gulp" and then Qing's voice:
"Thank you, Nurse. I'll take your oral temperature now. I heard oral temperature is more accurate."
Qing's pronunciation was still so clear and articulate. Wait, how could she speak so clearly with her mouth full of semen? That means Qing swallowed all my semen. Thinking about this, my little brother involuntarily stood up again.
"Okay, open your mouth, okay, hold it for three minutes without moving. By the way, Teacher Chen, didn't you say another student came with her?"
"It's okay, seeing Li Yuqing's condition is more important."
Di Hai's bias towards girls was fully revealed. And so, the nurse and Di Hai started chatting casually.
Now that the crisis was over, and this was a rare opportunity, I naturally wanted to make the most of it. My hand slowly climbed up to Yuqing's breasts and started kneading them again. The feel was amazing, but the raisins were soft, not as firm as before. Afraid of being discovered, I didn't dare to make any big movements with my hand. I gently and slowly made circles and arcs, from the periphery all the way to the center point, stroking the skin inch by inch as if to confirm it. Then I slowly stroked from the center point back to the periphery. Gradually, I noticed that the raisins were starting to stand up again, so I focused on the center point.
I gently glided my fingertips and palm over the nipple, from my fingertips to my palm, then lightly slid my palm from side to side to touch the protrusion. Sometimes I gently rotated it with two fingers, sometimes I pushed the nipple back and forth with the pad of my index finger, like pushing a roly-poly toy. It was so much fun, I enjoyed this game in this small space.
"Ah... um,"
Qing couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Then he heard the nurse's voice:
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Oh, right, we got so caught up in our conversation that we forgot the time. Are you reminding me that three minutes are up? Okay, let me see... Hmm, thankfully she doesn't have a fever. Strange, her face and forehead still feel a little hot."
"Teacher Chen, I think it's best to let Li rest for another class period. The bell is about to ring, so I'll have to ask you to let the teacher know for the next class. I have a free period today, so I'll stay here and take care of her."
"Alright, I have to go to class now. Today is the busiest day of the week, you must be exhausted. I'll be going now."
Not long after Di Hai left, the bell rang, but then he heard an announcement: "Nurse Zhang from the infirmary, Nurse Zhang from the infirmary, please come to the student affairs office immediately, thank you." Schools rarely make announcements after the bell rings; they usually try to announce them during break time to avoid disrupting classes. It must be something important.
"Nurse, it's okay for you to go. I'll sleep a little longer, it'll be fine."
"What a good student! I'll be right back. You should rest for a bit."
Part 4: Springtime in the Infirmary Part 2
"Nurse's gone, hurry up and get out before she gets caught."
After confirming that the nurse had left the infirmary, Qing quickly pulled back the blanket and called me out. Because it was really stuffy inside the blanket, I quickly came out and turned off the vibrator. When I turned around, I saw Qing's two beautiful, white breasts were still exposed, with a few scratch marks on them. My little brother immediately stood up in respect.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and tidy yourself up, we don't know when the nurse will be back."
I had no choice but to force my already erect brother back into my pants, straighten my uniform a little, and re-tie my belt. When I turned around, I found that Qing had just wrapped the blanket around herself again and hadn't straightened her clothes.
"Didn't you tell me to hurry up and get dressed? Why haven't you moved?"
"I don't know who said that I can't even touch myself today, how am I supposed to get dressed? Hurry up and come here."
I never thought that my unintentional order would bring me so many benefits. I must be a genius, hahaha.
"Okay, okay, so little Qingqing can't dress herself. Uncle will help you. Come on, sweetie, pull the blanket down."
Although Qing was reluctant, she had no choice but to obediently and slowly lift the blanket so I could help her get dressed. Looking at Qing's two large, white, and tender breasts, I naturally took the time to secretly touch them a few times. Qing's expression was strange, a mix of helplessness, shyness, and something else I couldn't quite decipher. I fastened the front clasp of Qing's bra and buttoned up her uniform, then stood beside her. Unexpectedly, Qing shifted her body slightly before whispering,
"Is this all you need to do?" "
Yes, what else?" "
Don't you know that after a girl's bra is fastened, she needs to lean forward and adjust her breasts a bit to make it okay? Otherwise, it will feel uncomfortable and easily sag, leading to accessory breast tissue." Oh my god, so troublesome. So I had no choice but to open Qing's uniform again and start adjusting her breasts with my hands.
"Push your hand in a little further back, ah...don't keep touching my nipples...um...okay, hurry up and take it out..."
Because of the bra, my hand was sandwiched between her breasts, and the soft touch turned into a firmer sensation. And because of the position, my hand almost completely covered her breast, with her nipples rubbing against the base of my palm. Her nipples seemed to be a very sensitive spot for Qing; touching them would make her start to writhe, moan involuntarily, and her nipples would slowly become erect. I started to consider whether I should help Qing put on her bra every day.
I noticed a shift in my mindset. Before, Qing's grades were better than mine, and her family was wealthier. In our relationship, I did whatever Qing asked me to do, and I wouldn't do what she forbade. Xingjuan even said I spoiled Qing too much and lacked masculinity. (Although I always felt she was deliberately finding fault with me, that everything I did was problematic.) But only I knew that subconsciously, I always felt I wasn't good enough for Qing, so I wanted to fulfill any of her demands so that Qing would stay by my side. But after everything that had just happened, I could control Qing's pleasure with one hand, decide whether she could have an orgasm, even touch and grab her breasts, make her perform oral sex on me, and spray my semen into her mouth, making her swallow it.
An unparalleled sense of accomplishment and control welled up within me. This young girl in front of me belonged to me; I could do whatever I wanted with her. It was a uniquely male sense of conquest, and I enjoyed that sense of conquest, which would push me further and further.
While vaguely thinking this, I continued to touch—no, squeeze—one of Qing's breasts, then the other, until Qing was panting again.
"Okay, is that alright now?"
Qing's expression was one I had never seen before. I wondered if it was because she had swallowed my semen; she had never been so shy before. She twisted her body, as if she wanted to say something. At that moment, the nurse returned, and Qing quickly lay down and covered herself with the blanket. I stood obediently to the side.
"Hong Mingxiang, what are you doing here? So you're the one who brought Li here. I didn't see you just now. Where were you?" The nurse asked me, a little surprised, when she saw me.
"I went to the restroom and just came back."
"Yuqing, are you alright? Are you still feeling unwell?"
The nurse didn't say anything more and turned to check on Yuqing.
"Thank you for your concern, Auntie. I was rushing to school this morning and didn't eat breakfast, so I was a bit weak. Plus, I had a slight cold a couple of days ago, but now... I'm... much... better... um..."
Watching Yuqing lie without batting an eye, I wanted to see her "blush." I adjusted the vibrator to the "weak" setting, and Yuqing's speech became incoherent again, and her face turned red again.
"Li, are you alright? Your face is red again."
"I... I'm fine, I'll lie down... for a while... ah... I'm fine now."
I had already adjusted the intensity to "medium."
"Okay, I checked your temperature just now and you didn't have a fever. I'll stay outside. Call me if you need anything. Hong, come out with me, let's chat, and maybe you can help me out."
The nurse probably felt it was a little strange for a man and a woman to be alone in the same room.
I went with her to the infirmary outside, where she told me that some documents that were supposed to be submitted in a week now had to be submitted tomorrow, and the announcement she just made was about that. So she needed my help organizing some documents. The nurse was usually nice to me, and I wanted to help her out, so we started working diligently.
After a while, maybe ten minutes or so, the door to the break room suddenly opened, and Qing peeked out from behind it, her face even redder than before.
"Auntie… um… I need to… ah… the toilet."
Qing's strange behavior made me realize I hadn't turned off the vibrator. This girl might have already had several orgasms. I quickly turned it off.
"Li, are you feeling better? Shall I go with you?"
"I'm feeling a bit better, Auntie, you don't need to come with me. It's more convenient for Hong to come with me."
It's more convenient for a boy to accompany a girl to the restroom? But Auntie was so stressed about these documents that she didn't think much of it and agreed.
Qing and I walked side by side.
"You can go to the restroom by yourself, why did you ask me to come with you?"
If people saw a boy accompanying a girl to the restroom, they would laugh and say he wasn't manly. Unexpectedly, Qing glared at me fiercely and didn't say a word.
When we got to the women's restroom, Qing quickly went in, but came out just as quickly. She looked around, then suddenly grabbed my hand and ran into the restroom, rushing to the last stall, closing and locking the door.
Before I could even figure out what was going on, Qing and I were squeezed face to face in this small space. I was less than ten centimeters from Qing's face; I could even see myself reflected in her large, watery eyes. Looking at her lovely face, her dark, bright eyes, and especially her slightly upturned lips, I could even see her delicate, fair skin with a rosy glow. My heart fluttered, and I gently kissed her lips. Qing looked incredulous, but quickly changed to a shy expression. It was a side of Qing I had never seen before. Perhaps the incident in the infirmary had slowly changed her mindset.
I saw her expression shift several times before she spoke shyly and urgently,
"I need to use the restroom. Quickly help me take...take off my pants. Hurry."
Suddenly, I understood why Qing had pulled me in. It seemed my unintentional command had brought me quite a few benefits. She couldn't very well ask the nurse to help her take off her pants.
I squatted down and slipped my hands inside Qing's skirt. The first thing I touched was her smooth thighs; the delicate skin felt so good to the touch. I slowly reached up and touched the waistband of her panties. I was so touched! My hands involuntarily slipped through the seams of her pants and reached behind, touching her full, round buttocks. Why is it that even though they're both buttocks, Qing's are so delicate? Just touching them made my penis hard again. My big hands grabbed her buttocks and rubbed them back and forth, enjoying the warm, full feel. I really wanted to press my face against her buttocks and savor it.
"Okay, stop touching me, hurry up and take them off. I'm in a hurry."
Hearing Qing's words, I reluctantly pulled away, grabbing the waistband with both hands and slowly pulling it down. At first, it felt very tight and I couldn't pull it off easily, but then I slowly managed to pull it off. I slowly took it off, wanting to savor this moment. It was amazing! Gradually, I saw the pink panties appear before my eyes. They were a very cute style, probably a set with her bra.
Then I saw the crotch of her panties, completely soaked, a complete mess. Although there was a layer of cotton padding on top, it was clearly not enough. The colorless liquid had seeped into the panties beyond the padding, even soaking into the panties underneath. The entire pair of panties looked like they had been soaked in water. Qing was so lewd, or perhaps just too sensitive. I pulled her panties down to her knees, and then I noticed something. Shouldn't there be a vibrator? Why wasn't it there? Did Qing remove it herself? Impossible, that would mean Qing would disobey my orders.
"Qing, where's your vibrator?"
"The vibrator, the vibrator is still... inside."
"Inside? Where inside?"
I was a little confused. In my imagination, a vibrator should be between the underwear and a girl's vulva.
"Idiot. It's inside the vagina. You have to pull that remote control line to take it out."
Qing pointed to the remote control receiver sticking out above her skirt.
I stared at the wire in surprise. The vibrator was inside Qing's body! I was amazed that a girl's body could hide something like that. So I reached up and grabbed the remote control wire above her skirt, trying to pull it up. Qing quickly stopped me.
"You can't pull it from here, it won't come out. You have to pull it down from...from the wire under your skirt."
"How am I supposed to know where the wire is? Maybe I should just lift my skirt up."
"No! Please, no. You can find it by feeling upwards."
Qing's tone changed, becoming more like a little girl's. Hearing this, I couldn't bring myself to be harsh. I reluctantly agreed.
I started to feel upwards along Qing's thighs again, this time along the inside of her thighs. I figured the wire was on the inside, so it would be easier to find it from there.
But Qing's reaction was completely different. She kept dodging and weaving, twisting her legs.
"Don't move! I won't be able to reach the line."
"Who told you to keep touching me there! It feels so... hot."
I felt that the higher I touched, the more delicate Qing's skin became. I had never imagined that skin could be so delicate. Suddenly, the area I touched was wet and slippery. This must be the fluid Qing secreted. It was wet and slippery, and the texture was wonderful, a bit like massage oil.
I couldn't help but playfully circle my fingertips around Qing's thigh, feeling the slippery texture. But Qing started to moan softly because of this.
"Ah... stop playing around, it feels... um... hot. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry, please."
As far as I can remember, this was the first time Qing had said the word "please."
I continued playing my little game with my left hand, while my right hand continued to move upwards along the source of the fluid. Qing's body was trembling slightly, as if anticipating my hand or nervous because she was getting close to her most private place.
I touched it; the back of my fingers felt something wet. I turned my hand over, and the first thing I felt was a softer, but not smooth, texture. Then I felt hair touch my hand, moist and warm. I moved my hand closer. The first sensation was "wet" and "hot." I had touched Qing's most private area. It felt like soft, wrinkled skin soaking in water. I gently stroked that soft, tender flesh, and Qing began to tremble, as if she couldn't stand and leaned forward slightly. She tried to steady me, but instead grabbed the bathroom door, and her breasts fell right in front of me, my head sinking into her large breasts.
My hand groped around, and suddenly I felt a line—it must be the remote control line for the vibrator. I explored a little more and discovered that when I touched a certain spot, Qing would vibrate intensely. It was a small, smooth bead, which I figured must be the most sensitive spot for a woman.
My inner evil self resurfaced, and I turned the vibrator back to a low setting. Immediately, my hand felt the vibration from her vagina. Qing looked up at me with an incredulous expression, then quickly succumbed to a mixture of pain and pleasure. My hand felt the vibration through the membrane, and was immediately soaked with the overflowing fluid. My left hand moved from Qing's buttocks towards her vulva, while my right hand continuously scooped up the overflowing fluid and smeared it on her clitoris, stimulating it relentlessly. At first, Qing managed to moan softly, but soon she couldn't take it anymore and began to cry out.
"Ah...ah...no more...no...um...I'm...I'm...I'm...coming again...ah..."
Qing's clitoris suddenly swelled and became very firm. A gush of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva, and her entire body began to tremble violently. Unexpectedly, Qing had reached another orgasm in such a short time. Then, Qing slowly went limp, collapsing onto me. I turned off the vibrator.
Just now in the infirmary, because I had also ejaculated at the same time, I hadn't been able to appreciate Qing's orgasm. But now, I clearly saw a girl, right in front of me, orgasm through my touch. The way she looked during her orgasm was truly beautiful; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a miracle. Qing at this moment was a beauty I had never seen before. Before, she was at most "pretty" or "cute," but now Qing exuded a mature beauty, even deserving of the descriptions "exquisite" or "seductive." The orgasm dyed her originally rosy cheeks a deep red, like the crimson hues of the world spilled onto her face. Her hazy expression was innocent, wicked, endearing, and captivating. It was as if all the most beautiful expressions in the world were concentrated on the face of this one girl.
Looking at Qing, I realized I liked her more than ever before, and loved her very, very much. A thought welled up inside me: I was willing to do anything for her, as long as she was happy.
I helped Qing up, gently brushed her hair aside, and held her in my arms so she could feel my warmth. I waited for her orgasm to slowly subside.
"Are you okay? Did you feel better? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
I asked Qing softly. Unexpectedly, Qing seemed very embarrassed and said in a very low voice,
"No...no need, I already...I already peed when I felt the best."
After saying that, her face turned bright red, and she lowered her head and didn't say anything more. So it turns out that what I heard about girls peing when they feel the best, called "squirting," is true. No wonder so much flowed onto my hand so quickly. So that was urine, but I didn't find it dirty at all.
For some reason, I started carefully helping Qing tidy her clothes. I put my hands inside her skirt and used toilet paper to wipe her genitals and thighs clean. There wasn't a hint of eroticism in my actions; I was just focused on making sure Qing was dressed and presentable. Her panties were too wet, so I took them off and put them in my pocket. A few minutes later, I had finished getting Qing ready. Anyone who didn't know would never guess that we had just been intimate in the bathroom.
Qing went out to check if anyone was around before calling me out. On the way back to the infirmary, we were like strangers, a little shy and hesitant to speak. Only before entering the infirmary did Qing whisper a "thank you" to me.

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