A 15-year-old girl's personal account

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[Short Story] A 15
-Year-Old Girl's Self-
Narration I am a ninth-grade student. From a young age, everyone liked me. I was exceptionally good at writing and always served as the class representative for Chinese. Adults always praised my beauty. However, when I was in fifth grade, my parents divorced. I lived with my mother, and my father went to work elsewhere, sometimes not even visiting once a year. I became increasingly introverted and insecure, always wishing I had a good father like my classmates. After entering junior high, my homeroom teacher encouraged me to join the school's dance class, where I finally found happiness. I am filled with gratitude for the care and concern shown by my homeroom teacher. Unexpectedly, I later realized they were the worst people in the world. I hate them now, and I want them all to die a horrible death. But I always keep all my bitterness bottled up inside, afraid to tell anyone. I've only talked to a few close online friends. One of them gave me Huanhuan's website address. Seeing so many people sharing their stories, I couldn't help but want to share mine too, otherwise I'd go crazy.
There are two teachers in my dance class. One is a handsome guy who graduated two years ago. He cares about me a lot and always tutors me individually. He would always hold me close so I could feel his dance moves. Sometimes he would pinch my buttocks with one hand and press his other hand against my stomach. Sometimes he would press his hand against my buttocks from behind and make me do twisting movements with him. I was young then and didn't understand anything, so I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Later, I noticed that his hand would sometimes touch my lower abdomen, that is, my genitals. Sometimes he would lift me up with his hand there, and sometimes he would caress me while doing dance moves. I just felt that it was quite sensitive when he touched me there. I couldn't describe the feeling. I felt that what he was doing wasn't very good, but I wanted to learn to dance like that, so I didn't object. Sometimes I would feel a hard thing pressing against my butt, and he would make me do twisting movements while doing so, always saying I wasn't doing it well enough. This movement would last quite a while, and after we stopped, I noticed a large wet patch on his butt. I even said, "Teacher, you're sweating so much!" Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. One day, he told me he had a great video tutorial on dancing at home and invited me to learn with him. I went, like an idiot. The people in the video danced strangely, not like the kind we usually learn. It was two men and a woman dancing together. He made me dance in just my dance clothes, and he ended up dancing in just tight dance pants, shirtless. I felt quite embarrassed but didn't say anything. I felt that the teacher was so caring and giving me private lessons. He made me imitate the movements in the video, like swaying my chest, kneeling, and shaking my butt. I noticed his penis had gotten much bigger and was sticking out, which I found quite strange.
Later, he started touching my body all over, just like in the video. I gradually started to feel strange sensations, and my face started burning. He told me to close my eyes, and then his hand pulled down my pants and touched my genitals. I knew this was wrong and tried to push him away, but he was very strong. He told me not to move and to focus on the rhythm. Later, I felt something fleshy, something I didn't know, rubbing against my body. It wasn't a hand. I opened my eyes and was startled. He wasn't wearing anything at all, and his genitals were hairy and had a erection. I was so frightened that I immediately squatted down and hugged my legs. He was startled too, and he came over and covered my mouth, saying things like, "Don't be afraid..." He said a lot of things, but I didn't know what to do. I just felt so ashamed and a little scared. I tried to leave, but he wouldn't let me. He then pushed me down onto the floor, pinning my hands down with his legs, straddling me, rubbing his penis against my face, and even using his hand to slap my face and rub against my mouth. I felt like he had become a completely different person, bullying me. I was so angry. Then he turned around and pulled down my pants, kissing my body all over, turning me over and over, kissing and pinching me. I just felt... I was scared, so I could only close my eyes. I felt him tormenting my body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower body. I tried to sit up, but he held me down so tightly I couldn't move. It felt like a large rod was being inserted into me, slowly pushing in. It hurt terribly! Thankfully, the pain subsided a bit, but I could feel the rod moving in and out of my body. My lower abdomen was throbbing with pain. He held me down so tightly I couldn't move, gritting my teeth in frustration. Then he pressed me down against the edge of the bed and inserted himself into me from behind. This made the pain even worse. It was a Sunday. The teacher wouldn't let me leave all afternoon, nor would he let me get dressed. He would hold me and let me rest, saying he was tired and wiping my tears. Then he'd start moving around on me again, pressing down on me in different positions and inserting his penis into my body. Finally, he said a lot of things to me—some were mushy, some were apologetic, a long, rambling speech—telling me not to tell anyone about what happened that day, or I'd be too ashamed to go to school, and so on. He even gave me two hundred yuan, saying it was for spending money, and told me not to let any adults see it.
I didn't dislike him, but I felt this kind of thing was a bit shameful and was afraid my classmates would find out, so when I got home, I pretended nothing had happened and didn't tell anyone. For a month, I was always scared when I went to school, constantly wondering if my classmates knew about my situation. I couldn't concentrate in class, and I was afraid to go to dance class on weekends, running away whenever I saw the dance teacher from afar. Later, my homeroom teacher talked to me several times, asking if there was anything wrong at home. I didn't say a word each time. My favorite person is my homeroom teacher; he's in his thirties and cares about me a lot, much like my dad. The last time, he said if I didn't say anything, he would go to my house to talk to my mom. I'm most afraid of my mom; I feel she's become so fierce since her divorce from my dad, and she scolds people at the drop of a hat. Finally, I couldn't help but mention the dance teacher to my homeroom teacher, hoping he could help me. He stared at me for a long time, making me very uneasy. I didn't know how he would handle me. He asked if I wanted to tell anyone else, and I said I absolutely didn't want anyone else to know, begging him not to tell my mom or my classmates. He told me to go home first and not to tell anyone, and that he wouldn't tell anyone either. The next day after school, he told me to go to the dance teacher's house, saying he would help me talk to him. I didn't want to go, but I had no choice but to go. It seemed the homeroom teacher had called the dance teacher. When we went in, the dance teacher looked terrified, said a lot of things, and even knelt down before the homeroom teacher. Later, they went to an inner room and talked for about ten minutes. Then the homeroom teacher called me in, and I saw the dance teacher kneeling on the floor. The homeroom teacher said they needed to discipline him properly and then said something to me, explaining that the dance teacher did that because he liked me, and that I shouldn't tell anyone, or else he would treat me badly. Later, he said he wanted to vent my anger and told me to keep a close eye on things. He turned on the stereo, pulled off the dance teacher's belt, made him close the door and stand behind it, then went over and started whipping him with the belt. I heard the dance teacher trying to scream but not daring to, and I started to feel a sense of satisfaction. Then, the homeroom teacher suddenly pulled down his pants, and I saw the dance teacher's bare buttocks and thighs. The homeroom teacher was whipping his buttocks and even stretched his hand out to touch the dance teacher. I felt so ashamed when I saw this, and I wanted to leave but couldn't, so I turned my head away. A moment later, when I turned back to look, oh my god, they were all naked. The dance teacher was kneeling on the ground, sucking the homeroom teacher's penis, and they were all looking at me. I was so scared that I turned away again. My homeroom teacher talked to me a lot, saying things like only the three of us knew about this, that nothing would happen, that they all liked me, that they would be good to me, that it was nothing, and that people act like this because they like the other person...
My mind went blank, completely blank. When they came over and hugged me, I was just startled and didn't know what to do...
In the end, the three of us were naked and hugging each other, and I kept my eyes closed. They even put oil on my genitals. I think it was the homeroom teacher who penetrated me first; he seemed very careful. This time, I only felt a little pain down there. The homeroom teacher also used his penis to penetrate the dance teacher, it was all a mess. Sometimes the dance teacher would penetrate me at the same time, and I just stood there dumbfounded. I can't describe my feelings or thoughts... Afterwards, the two of them talked to me for a long time and gave me some money before the homeroom teacher saw me out.
I didn't tell anyone after that. For the first few days, my homeroom teacher seemed quite afraid to see me. Actually, I was even more afraid to see him. After more than a week, he started pretending to care and finding opportunities to talk to me. Later, after I finished my cleaning duty late and locked the classroom door, he called me to his office. While we were talking, he started touching and pinching me. He even went outside to look at me, and when he came back, he pulled down my pants, pinched my buttocks, touched my genitals, and even penetrated me. Finally, he got up and went outside to check again. When he came back, he was exposing his genitals, shaking them with his hand. He then suddenly pulled down my pants, which I had just pulled up, pressed my stomach against the desk, and inserted his penis into me. After only a dozen or so thrusts, he let me go and quickly pulled up both our pants...
After that, I didn't care anymore, and I wasn't so afraid of such things. I even found it somewhat exciting and comfortable. I also felt that they were incredibly good to me after this. They gave me a lot of pocket money, cared about me, always praised me in class, and even promoted me to class monitor. The dance teacher always let me lead the dances. They also took me out to some fun places and took many nice photos of me. Sometimes I played with my homeroom teacher, sometimes with the dance teacher, and sometimes the three of us played together. Sometimes I also play with a very pretty older sister. But I know these things are pretty shameful, and I can't let my classmates and adults know, otherwise I'll be too ashamed to live. But it's also painful to keep these things to myself, so I can only talk about them online. I wonder how everyone views my situation. I really want someone to talk to me.

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