The strange hobbies of top students

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Yu Ruoling was an excellent student with many talents. She was the apple of her parents' and teachers' eye both at home and at school. Her upbringing and family circumstances were also excellent; her parents, determined not to let their child fall behind, chose the best for everything from baby formula to schools.
However, these high expectations led to very strict demands on Ruoling. Especially after entering high school, the heavy workload overwhelmed her, making her feel like a machine.
One day, Ruoling accidentally discovered that the hair salon across the street from her apartment was actually a brothel. From her window, she could see into the second floor of the brothel. While the curtains in other rooms were always drawn, one room was never closed. This room was empty during the day, but at night it became a live sex show. This was a huge shock to Ruoling, who was just beginning to understand sex. After several observations and internal struggles, Ruoling began her first experience of masturbation (detailed description). However, she found that no matter which handsome man she imagined, she couldn't achieve pleasure. Finally, Ruoling resorted to fantasizing about the prostitute, and this is how she achieved her first orgasm.
Over time, Ruoling discovered that only by degrading herself could she achieve orgasm. Ruoling fantasized about being a prostitute, a latrine cleaner, a beggar, and so on. The more degrading she became, the more intense the orgasm. The pressure and unpleasantness she couldn't shake off in daily life were completely banished during masturbation and the impact of orgasm. Moreover, Ruoling began to feel unsatisfied with just masturbation fantasies. She considered selling herself, but lacked the courage.
Finally, Ruoling devised a way to degrade herself. Ruoling discovered a small alley behind the brothel, actually just a gap between several urban village buildings. There was no other way to get around, so no one used it. Prostitutes would often throw garbage bags out the back window. Ruoling thought, "These bags are full of things prostitutes have used. How degrading would it be to pick them up and use them myself?" Thinking about this made her wet. Taking advantage of the quiet of the night, Ruoling went into the alley and, like a thief, picked up a garbage bag and took it home.
Back in her room, Ruoling opened the trash bag and found a filthy bra and panties inside, reeking of sweat. The panties, especially the part that had been in contact with her genitals, were blackened from wear, with dried yellow fluid and bloodstains. There were even a few pubic hairs stuck to them.
Ruoling, fighting back nausea, rummaged through the bag. There was also a blood-stained sanitary napkin and several wads of paper covered in a pungent, sticky substance. It seemed the prostitute had soiled her panties with her menstrual blood and, too lazy to wash them, had simply thrown them away. Ruoling opened one of the wads of paper and saw a viscous, white liquid inside that hadn't dried. Based on her sexual knowledge, Ruoling recognized it as semen.
After hesitating for a long time, Ruoling finally couldn't resist. She stripped off her own clothes and put on the prostitute's bra and panties. She first went to the full-length mirror and stared at herself intently, then climbed onto the bed, masturbating while inhaling the smell of the paper and sanitary napkin on her face. This climax was the most intense and overwhelming she had ever experienced. Its intensity nearly made Ruoling faint.
That night, Ruoling slept in the prostitute's underwear. The next morning, she decided to wear the dirty underwear the prostitute had thrown away to school. While using the restroom, she discovered she had started her period. Just as she was about to grab a sanitary napkin, she suddenly remembered she could use the prostitute's. So she placed the blood-stained sanitary napkin she had picked up the day before between her legs. The moment she pulled up her underwear, the feeling of her genitals touching the sanitary napkin was even more filthy than the underwear from the day before. Ruoling felt utterly degrading.
All day long, Ruoling felt the filth that enveloped her. She answered questions in class, chatted with classmates after class, ran in PE class, and helped the teacher distribute homework during breaks. Although she was doing the same things as usual, Ruoling felt incredibly uncomfortable. She felt her classmates' gazes were so pure, her teachers so kind, while she felt so dirty, so degrading, unworthy to face them. She felt that if she continued like this, she wouldn't deserve to live her previous life anymore. Ruoling was soaked all day, thankfully the sanitary napkin helped her hold it in, otherwise her pants would have been stained with vaginal fluid.
As soon as she got home, Ruoling rushed into the bathroom to shower. She showered for over an hour, until she was quite clean, even washing her labia repeatedly. But Ruoling still felt dirty, no matter how much she washed. Actually, Ruoling didn't hate a normal life, but deep down she felt that if she became dirty, she didn't deserve to live a normal life. After crying, Ruoling calmed down a bit. Since she couldn't go back to the past, she might as well become even dirtier.
Ruoling realized that she didn't need to sell herself as a prostitute; she was now even lower than a prostitute.
From then on, Ruoling stopped wearing her own underwear, instead picking up underwear from garbage bags in the back alleys of brothels, sometimes even finding stockings or pantyhose. The sweaty smell on the bras, the pungent smell in the underwear, the foot odor on the stockings—Ruoling smelled them again and again, inhaling them all into her lungs. But the underwear she picked up would absorb her own scent after wearing it for a while. Ruoling used to love her faint, almost natural body fragrance, but now she longed to be covered in the stench of a prostitute. If she imagined her classmates and strangers covering their noses in disgust, she would feel aroused.
So every now and then, Ruoling would pick up new underwear from different prostitutes, letting their scent transfer to her body, making her private parts emit a pungent, strange odor.
Ruoling used to shower and change her underwear every day, but now she didn't need to wash them anymore. She wore them every day, throwing them away and picking up new ones when they got too worn. If she couldn't find new ones, she would just keep wearing the old ones. She didn't change her underwear, and of course, she didn't shower. Only when she was unbearably itchy, or after picking up new dirty underwear, would Ruoling properly wash herself. Ruoling liked to greet dirty underwear with a clean body. The moment her clean body was soiled again, it gave her the same passion she felt the first time she wore dirty prostitute underwear.
Sometimes, when she opened the bag, she found her underwear and stockings soaked through, emitting a foul odor and steaming hot.
This was because prostitutes were too lazy to go downstairs to urinate, so they simply urinated in the trash can and threw it out with their wet underwear. Ruoling loved this kind of underwear; wearing it, the dampness clinging to her groin and thighs made her feel like she'd wet herself.
While Ruoling was looking for the underwear, she found other trash in the bag, which she also made good use of: sanitary napkins and toilet paper made up 80% of the trash, many of which were thrown down without even being bagged, leaving white crumpled paper and sanitary napkins everywhere. Ruoling saved the dirty sanitary napkins for her menstrual period. The liquids inside the toilet paper varied: some contained semen from clients, some contained prostitutes' vaginal fluids and menstrual blood, some were for wiping urine, wiping a runny nose, or even wiping feces after anal sex. Ruoling found freshly folded tissues and carefully scraped off the bodily secretions and excretions of these people from the lowest rungs of society with her fingers. She then evenly applied the fluids to her most delicate breasts, vulva, buttocks, and armpits, using her body heat to dry them. Coupled with her infrequent bathing, over time, Ruoling's armpits, breasts, and genitals began to develop a strange odor. This odor wasn't the kind that came from dirty underwear; it emanated from her own body. Even bathing and using soap didn't help; her original body fragrance was gone, especially in her armpits and genitals. Her genitals were often damp and occasionally red and inflamed. The inflammation caused Ruoling's lower body pain and itching, making it difficult to even take large steps. When she went to the toilet or masturbated, a pungent, musty, sour, and foul smell would hit her as soon as she took off her pants. Ruoling used to love wearing skirts, especially short skirts, which allowed her beautiful, long legs to enjoy the warm sunshine, but now, to cover up the strange odor, she had to wear long pants. To avoid being discovered by her parents, she had to wash her own clothes.
Ruoling began to feel dissatisfied with mere clitoral masturbation and superficial stimulation; she craved deeper pleasure amidst the humiliation. At an age where she had a rudimentary understanding of sex, she naturally knew the purpose of a woman's genitals. However, when her fingers were inserted, the hymen prevented her from continuing; Ruoling still harbored some fear.
Sometimes, prostitutes would throw down plastic bags covered in thick, sticky fluid, feces, and dust. Ruoling didn't know what they were for, but the amount of bodily fluid on them was far greater than that on toilet paper.
Ruoling haphazardly smeared it on her tender pink nipples, her slightly swollen breasts that were just beginning to develop, and the smooth, childlike inner thighs. Her clean and pure body was instantly filthy and obscene. It was so dirty it was nauseating to even look at. Yet Ruoling used it on the most secret and precious parts of her body. The filthy, yellowish-white fluid emitted a pungent odor, flowing in arcs from her chest to her stomach, from her thighs to her knees. Ruoling looked down at her body, her face burning red. She was only 16, in the prime of her life, full of expectations and fantasies about pure love, her days filled with sunshine and rain. But all of that was irrelevant to her. Only kneeling in this dark, moldy back alley of the brothel, in her base, wanton fantasies, did she feel so comfortable and relaxed. It was this strange pleasure that made Ruoling unable to extricate herself, unable to extricate herself…
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