【Spring Grass by the Pond (Revised)】(Part 1) (1-12) 【Author: Yulou】

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(Part 1)

(1)

As evening approached, the sky darkened. The wind blew across the frozen, white road. Xie Xiting's slender figure
melted into the gloom.

Professor Yu's house was located north of the faculty dormitory area, and the house was quite old. It was a two-story building
with a small slope behind it. The gray red brick walls and the peeling paint on the wooden windows gave it a somber and dilapidated appearance. In front of the building
was a row of dilapidated sycamore trees, with some yellowish-green and withered leaves remaining on the high branches, like age spots.
Around the building were several other two- or three-story old buildings, all of which were now empty. The school would build a new
dormitory , and the old buildings would soon be demolished. It was clear that these were all old things from the 1950s when the school was founded.
But Professor Yu showed an unusual fondness for this house, As for giving up the new apartment the school had allocated to him...

Upon entering the building, Xie Xiting immediately smelled a peculiar scent—the lingering
aroma of old wood, books, or something else accumulated over the years. She was familiar with it. Professor Yu was her Japanese
teacher , and she came here for lessons every Thursday. The ground floor, without windows, was dark. To the left was a
door leading to the professor's study. Climbing the stairs, she entered the living room.
To the left of the spacious, bright living room was the bedroom, and to the right, the kitchen.

Professor Yu sat in a chair near the window, hunched over his desk reading. He was an older man
with a respectable, square face. Although his hair was thinning to the point where his scalp was visible, his posture
was upright , and he didn't look old. Hearing footsteps on the wooden stairs, he knew Xie Xiting had arrived. It was
the light, cautious sound of a young girl's footsteps. Professor Yu looked up at the top of the stairs. He
always wore large, brown-tinted sunglasses, behind which were two large, intelligent eyes. When he saw Xie
Xiting coming up, he slightly raised his still-strong chin and smiled at her. He was a
kind and .

Professor Yu didn't specialize in teaching Japanese; he taught physics. Because he had studied in Japan in his early years, his Japanese
was naturally quite good. Xie Xiting came to Professor Yu's house through her mother's introduction. Her mother, surnamed Tang, was
an accountant in the school's finance department. Accountant Tang's ex-husband had also taught at the school, but after their divorce... Soon after,
she went off to do business. It's said that Xie Xiting has an older brother. But now, only she and her mother live together.

This is all Yang Lu knows about Xie Xiting. Yang Lu is an accounting
student and Xie Xiting's classmate. This is a somewhat prestigious science and engineering university; to the north of the school
lies the Yangtze River, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Actually, Yang Lu's uncle is Professor Yu, but his uncle never talks to him about Xie Xiting. Although
unwilling to admit it, he has always felt a strange awkwardness towards this uncle, so
he doesn't visit him often. His aunt passed away early, and one of his daughters lives far away in England. He lives alone in that already
desolate building, making him seem even stranger. Unapproachable.

Yang Lu lingered helplessly on the path in front of his uncle's house. If he kept going, he could reach the riverbank.
He wanted to wait for Xie Xiting to come out and create a chance encounter. Even just
walking with this lovely girl would be satisfying. But the cold sky began to rain, and this small wish
was ultimately thwarted. He was already a junior in college, but Xie Xiting remained an unattainable dream for him.

In this class photo, Xie Xiting stood in the front row, slightly to the right. She wore a pink
coat, her hands folded in front of her, looking at the camera with a slightly shy smile. In the photo,
she stood tall and graceful, attracting attention. This girl was pretty and fair-skinned, with long eyes. Her eyes were slightly sunken, and
the shadows of her eyelashes cast a circle on her bright eyes, giving them a slightly melancholic look. Below her straight nose was a
beautifully shaped mouth that wasn't very thick, and the tightly pursed lips curved upwards to form a captivating smile. She had a pointed,
delicate chin, and some soft bangs naturally fell across her smooth forehead. All of this combined to create
a vivid and beautiful young girl's face. Clearly, Xie Xiting was the prettiest girl in the class. She looked
pure , quiet, and perhaps not very sociable.

Yang Lu put the photo back in the drawer. Xie Xiting's grades were quite excellent. Although some people thought she was a bit aloof,
she generally had many good friends and was quite popular. Of course, she still didn't have a boyfriend.
If someone like her... It would be illogical for a beautiful and outstanding girl to have no suitors, but Xie Xiting
rationally rejected them all, giving the impression that she was focused on her studies.

Yang Lu went to his uncle's house alone. He had no classes that afternoon and was idly wandering around the school when he unexpectedly
ended up in front of those small buildings. The cold wind made the young man shiver, and he decided to go inside to warm
up . Yang Lu had a key to the house. He knew his uncle wasn't home.

The house was empty and quiet. Yang Lu went upstairs and sat in the professor's chair. There were a few cigarette butts in
the ashtray , and books were piled on the desk. He tried to open the desk drawer; inside were notebooks and
some old letters, a few of which were in Japanese and he couldn't understand them. But suddenly, a strong feeling rose in Yang Lu's heart. Driven by intense curiosity,
he wanted to know what his uncle usually did. Perhaps he wanted to explore the unattended house, hoping
to uncover some hidden secrets. This thought stirred a vague excitement within him; a thief-like
thrill prompted him to carefully open each drawer of the desk. But all he saw revealed that
the owner was merely a physics professor, a monotonous and rigorous scholar.

However, this didn't disappoint Yang Lu excessively. He continued to wander around the empty house, observing.
He gently pushed open the door to his uncle's bedroom. It was dark inside, the curtains drawn tightly; Yang Lu hadn't been there before
. He didn't turn on the light, but simply stood by the door, peering inside. In the center was a French bed, with a small bed on each side.
The bedside table, an old-fashioned cabinet against the wall, had a three-tiered bookshelf on top filled with books, and
a small cabinet with two small doors below. Nothing else. Yang Lu slowly sat down on the edge of the bed,
pulled out the drawer of the left bedside table, and saw a camera, several medicine bottles, a knife, scissors, and other items.
But then, still uneasy, he lifted a corner of the drawer's cover, revealing a photograph.

The photograph was taken indoors, a handsome man occupying most of the frame, while on
the right side was a beautiful figure in white, looking towards the camera. A very beautiful figure, even alluring. Yang
Lu suddenly felt his heart race; this profile looked very much like Xie Xiting. Her slightly turned, alluring glance was frozen in time in this photograph. Yang Lu began to believe it was her. Although he had never seen her with such an expression before, so wanton and unrestrained, and with such heavy makeup. Despite his initial surprise and doubt, he was still captivated by the alluring demeanor of the person in the photograph. After putting the photo back as it was, a sense of unease and deep bewilderment arose in Yang Lu's heart regarding Xie Xiting. At this point, nothing could be determined. However, a date automatically left when the photo was taken was visible in the corner: June 22, 1999. Yang Lu seemed to sense something unusual in it. He tried to open the small cabinet below, but the door was locked . When he tried to pull out the entire top drawer, sure enough, the contents of the cabinet were immediately apparent . He was astonished to find it filled with women's clothing, but these items were far from what ordinary women would wear. They resembled uniquely shaped lingerie, exquisitely crafted and made with fine materials . The delicate straps, metal hooks, lace-trimmed fabric, and black patent leather exuded a strange fragrance, appearing both extremely luxurious and unusually decadent. I wonder what Xie Xiting would look like in these clothes. This sudden thought made my lower abdomen hard and uncomfortable. Yang Lu quickly tried to banish this unfounded thought and carefully put everything back in its place. 　　My uncle should be back soon, he thought, and went downstairs. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. Oh no, he's already back! Yang Lu didn't care about anything else and rushed to the back of the stairs, crouched in the darkness, and held his breath. 　　The door was pushed open, and Professor Yu walked in, followed by a girl—Xie Xiting. 　　They went straight upstairs without noticing that there was another person in the house. But Yang Lu saw all of this. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(2) 　　Jiang Yuan was driving his off-road jeep at high speed on the highway. It was getting dark. 　　His phone suddenly rang, showing an unfamiliar number. He thought for a moment and answered it anyway. 　　"Hello," Jiang Yuan's voice was very lax. 　　"Hello," a voice with a Hong Kong accent came from the other end of the phone, "Is this Director Jiang?" 　　"Who are you?" 　　"Could we meet somewhere to talk?" The voice sounded very confident. 　　Jiang Yuan went alone; the other party insisted on speaking privately. 　　Even after entering, Jiang Yuan didn't remove the baseball cap on the man's head; in comparison, the man's attire was much more formal. 　　"Hello, my surname is Long." When the man stood up to introduce himself, he was a full head taller than Jiang Yuan. This man had medium-length hair, a large ring on his finger that was quite eye-catching, but his iron-gray suit was quite sophisticated. In Jiang Yuan's eyes, this guy had sharp features, a mature yet capable air ; playing a gangster should be no problem. 　　"Could this guy surnamed Long be here to ask me for a role?" Jiang Yuan wondered to himself. People often offered themselves to Jiang Yuan for roles, but most of them were pretty girls. Jiang Yuan's only dislike was this man's eyes; they were too gloomy. Although he smiled, a ruthless glint could not be hidden in his gaze. 　　"Mr. Long, just say what you need," Jiang Yuan said, sitting down and taking out a cigarette, putting it in his mouth. " I'm not rushing you, but I'm actually quite busy. 　　" "You're not busy." The man calmly took out a shiny lighter and lit the cigarette with a "ding. " 　　Jiang Yuan was taken aback. 　　"I'm here on behalf of our company to discuss this with you. We hope we can cooperate smoothly." 　　"Your company, cooperation?" Jiang Yuan was surprised again. 　　"Yes, Director Jiang's talent is highly admired by our boss. Therefore, we would seek out an excellent ." 　　"May I ask who your boss is?" 　　"We are an overseas company. Our boss is currently hoping to independently invest in and produce a film, so he entrusted me to discuss the intention to cooperate with you. Don't worry, we are all legitimate businessmen." The man finished speaking and looked at Jiang Yuan. 　　This topic clearly surprised Jiang Yuan, but it immediately piqued his interest. Although his film from a few years ago was a national hit and even won several international awards, he hadn't had much to do this year and had no plans. Mainly, there weren't many topics that interested him; without interest, there was no passion, no imagination, and therefore no way to work. Did they know all this? Regardless, the fact that someone wanted to invest in a film was indeed good news for Jiang Yuan at this moment. 　　"So, what are you going to film? Do you have a script?" 　　Xie Xiting sat behind the professor's desk, listlessly flipping through the things on it. Professor Yu had told her to read for a while; he would ask her questions when he returned. The girl didn't care about the professor's questions; she was confident she could answer them because she always believed she had an unusual talent for languages. 　　A thick art book, with two bright red characters printed on the black cover—"Warm Love." It had been found in the professor's drawer. The book's unique binding caught the girl's eye. 　　When Xie Xiting picked up the sketchbook with great curiosity and quietly flipped to the first page, she remembered that scene very clearly. It happened on a Thursday afternoon during the second semester of her sophomore year. 　　The sketchbook felt a little heavy in her hands. Opening the black cover, she saw a full-length photograph of a woman with long, dark chestnut hair draped over her shoulders and a charming smile. Even Xie Xiting had to admit that she was a beauty.

Although she also thought the woman looked a bit too "indecent," the girl noticed
the words "Xiao Duo" printed at the bottom of the page. She casually flipped the page over, and there it was again—the same woman, a red, tight-fitting
skirt clinging to her voluptuous body, revealing her white thighs. The next page showed yet another pose… Each
photograph seemed designed to fully display the woman's alluring figure to the viewer, and the woman seemed to be actively posing for
the camera , making each page increasingly indecent. Xie Xiting
was already blushing furiously; she unconsciously bit her lower lip and shifted uncomfortably in her chair. The photographs before
her completely exposed the woman's most private parts; they were printed on high-quality coated paper,
so clear that every pore was clearly visible. She was completely captivated by the woman in the book. The woman with
the devilish figure gleamed with barely concealed excitement in her eyes. As she unabashedly displayed
her alluring body, she seemed almost intoxicated, her intensely seductive expression deeply stimulating the young girl's
senses. Xie Xiting unconsciously squeezed her legs together tightly, her slender fingers gripping the corner of the drawing until they
turned white from the force.

"What are you looking at?" the professor's voice suddenly rang out behind her.

The sudden shock almost made Xie Xiting faint—she'd been discovered!

The professor's face was grim; his large eyes, behind his glasses, stared directly at the panicked girl.
She had never seen Professor Yu's face so red, as if he'd applied rouge. This made Xie Xiting want to laugh, but her
arm was gripped tightly by the professor's large hand, the grip painful. Silence fell between them.

Professor Yu's expression gradually softened. He suddenly said calmly to the girl, "You've never
seen this picture book before, have you? Come on, learn from it."

Xie Xiting looked at the professor's finger pointing to a page in the picture book in astonishment. What, does he want me to…

"Don't you know how?" the professor still asked. "Come on, show me."

Xie Xiting's heart began to pound violently. She could clearly feel her face rapidly
flushing red.

The girl glanced at the picture book, then slowly turned around, walked to the desk, straightened her legs, spread them apart, and
leaned forward. Her high, upturned buttocks stretched the fabric of her jeans, making them appear exceptionally full.
She felt her own buttocks burning, and gradually began to wiggle involuntarily.

The professor reached out to that warm, moist place, where it subtly bulged outwards in a hidden spot, his fingertips pressing upwards
on the soft, vibrant, and eager area. She could feel the trembling and panting through the fabric. He rubbed her upwards and
forcefully … instantly eliciting a suppressed, startled moan from the girl.

Suddenly, he grabbed her braid and dragged her towards the table.

Her delicate body lay prone on the hard, smooth surface of the walnut wood. The professor's hand swiftly swept towards her
writhing buttocks on the edge of the table, making a sharp "smack." Her round, fleshy buttocks had no chance
to escape , and under the heavy blow, she jerked back—no sound, no scream—the girl quieted down, her delicate
face burning with an unusual flush. Tears blurred her vision beneath her trembling eyelashes. Xie Xiting
became surprisingly submissive under the sudden violence.

The moon was cool and the breeze gentle; lying in the darkness, the moonlight reflected in her deep eyes.

A gentle breeze, seemingly from nowhere, carried a faint fragrance. It wasn't the sweet scent of gardenias downstairs, but rather
a powdery fragrance wafting from some woman.

The girl on the bed simply closed her eyes, tried to smell it, but it was gone. The bright moonlight shone through the gauze window,
illuminating the girl's curvaceous body like water, bathing her delicate frame in a silvery glow.

Xie Xiting's legs slowly twitched, her hands, buried between her thighs, gradually reaching inside, pressing against her tender
flesh . Suddenly, her two jade-like legs, white as ice, parted to the sides, bending and straightening repeatedly… She gasped,
her fingers almost submerged, her two small, snow-white feet, which had been slowly struggling on the smooth straw mat,
suddenly stiffened amidst her urgent breathing, and the girl let out a soft, weak sigh. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body
trembling . Her buttocks were still somewhat swollen; the friction against the mat had felt exceptionally hot, and it was
this burning pain that made her lower body feel like it was on fire, a sensation that, amidst the spasms of her lower abdomen and a piercing
pain brought her

to a climax! Calming down, Xie Xiting turned over and drifted off to sleep.

She really had a dream, a dream about her childhood. Because she was so young, she seemed
to have made some mistake, for reasons she couldn't remember, and was beaten by her father. She dreamed of her father again, always feeling that she was still
very well-behaved, but her father still beat her. In the dream, although she was still a little girl, her thoughts were
now. Did she vaguely realize that she was dreaming? When she was being beaten, although she cried,
she was very happy, so she lay motionless on her father's lap. A sense of happiness filled
her whole body, her father would never leave her again, he was still spanking her. Her parents divorced when she was eight years old
.

(3)

Standing in her own bathroom, Xie Xiting still couldn't be sure that everything that had happened was real. But
the marks left on her body were still clearly visible. The hot water from the showerhead poured onto her smooth body, making her
feel a tingling sensation, and also making her feel slightly dizzy. She rubbed her body, enjoying
the pleasure brought by her soft and smooth skin.

In the misty mirror, a young girl gazed at her, a girl with flowing black hair and
fair . She swept her wet hair back with her hand, gently lifting her chest, instantly
revealing an incredibly alluring curve to her young body. She placed her arms behind her back, letting her delicate breasts be freely displayed, standing proudly upright in the unique posture
of a young girl . Two rosy nipples appeared delicate and luscious, like red agates
set in her snow-white breasts sculpted from jade. Xie Xiting couldn't help but squint, gazing at this charming and captivating girl.
She admired her own body, yet thought that one day, this beautiful person would also turn into withered bones, into
wisps of smoke, so cruelly heartbreaking. Her hands involuntarily moved slowly down, reaching
between her legs, caressing herself, a hollow yet sweet expression on her face. When the heat from within reached her fingertips, she
felt a suffocating sensation, and at the same time, a calm settled over her.

The phone rang abruptly. Xie Xiting's mother wasn't home, and fearing something might be wrong, she
quickly grabbed a large bath towel and ran out to answer the phone. "Hello?" she asked softly.

"Hello, is this Xie Xiting?" a rather magnetic voice came from the other end of the line.

"Oh, it's me. You must be Yang Lu?"

"Yes, how did you know it was me?"

"Of course I recognize your voice."

"What do you need?" Xie Xiting asked.

"Um... something's come up," Yang Lu stammered on the other end. "Could you come out for a bit?"

"What is it? Can't we talk on the phone?"

"Um..." There was a moment of silence. Yang Lu seemed unsure how to answer, only saying, "I think it'd be better to say it
in person ."

"This..." Xie Xiting paused for a moment, then agreed, "Okay, just
wait for me on the steps downstairs from my apartment, you know that, right? I'll come down."

The bright moonlight shone on the deserted steps. Yang Lu stood under the dim streetlamp, looking at the high steps,
waiting for his beloved girl. All around was so quiet, only the occasional rustling of leaves in
the breeze . Xie Xiting, how should I tell you? How will you answer me? My dearest Xiting, we
seem so familiar, yet so strange. My dearest girl, I'd rather stand here waiting for you forever, because the moonlight
tonight is so beautiful, and the night sky so serene. I know you will come, so this is
such a sweet wait. How will you come? But I know that no matter how you come, you will be the most beautiful
.

She descended the high steps, like a fairy emerging from the moonlight. Her hair wasn't tied back
as usual , but draped over her shoulders. Yang Lu had never seen her with her hair down, but she
looked absolutely stunning. Her flowing hair wasn't completely dry, jet black and pure,
shimmering with a faint silver glow in the moonlight. She wore a yellow dress and gracefully approached him, bringing with her an intoxicating
fragrance . Yang Lu was enveloped by this gentle scent, unsure whether it was the flowers and grasses of the night
emanating from her, or whether she had bestowed such a captivating fragrance upon the night.

Her angelic face wore an elegant smile, and her deep, bright eyes gazed kindly at
the young man .

"What do you need me for?" she asked.

But Yang Lu couldn't utter a single word; he truly couldn't find any appropriate, suitable, or touching
words. All his prepared words suddenly seemed meaningless. He simply looked at her, silent, his eyes filled
with a faint sadness.

"If you don't say anything, I'm leaving," the girl said again, but she didn't leave.

He, too, remained speechless. What more could he say? Didn't she understand? Was she going
to leave

?! "Then let's talk as we walk, okay?" Xie Xiting said, still so rational.

Yang Lu nodded, walking side-by-side with his beloved girl on the campus path. He wished the path would never
end, wished the night would never end.

"I…" Yang Lu finally spoke, "I know that if someone confesses their feelings to another,
there are two outcomes: acceptance or rejection; love returned or contempt."

"How could I contemplate you?" Xie Xiting said, "I think I know what you mean."

Yang Lu remained silent, speechless, unsure how to continue.

"Actually, when you called, I knew what you were going to say," she smiled slightly, seemingly without a hint of
smugness .

"Oh, you, then you…" He didn't have the courage to ask further.

"Let me think about it, okay?" Xie Xiting said, which
eased Yang Lu's slightly anxious anticipation of a binary choice.

"Actually, I'm just a very ordinary, very plain girl," Xie Xiting said as they walked, then asked
him, "When did you start liking me?"

"From the moment I entered school, during military training, from the first moment I saw you, I liked you."

"Actually, I knew even if you didn't say it." A small, triumphant smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Huh?" This surprised Yang Lu greatly, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, "How did you know? I
didn't say or do anything."

"Because I'm very sensitive," she replied, "so I could sense it."

"Then, do you want to consider it?"

"Yes," the girl nodded seriously, "I need to consider it."

For a moment, they were silent, only the tranquil night and the moonlight illuminating the ground. The path was almost
at its end.

"Okay, take me home now," Xie Xiting said.

Yang Lu walked her to her doorstep, and they said goodbye. Watching the girl's figure disappear, Yang Lu turned around and
ran wildly into the night.

Xie Xiting's dreams were always filled with her childhood, the scene of her father spanking her. Her father's broad
palms struck hard, but all she heard was her mother's groans, a painful and suppressed sob that made her heart palpitate,
and also gave her an uneasy, inexplicable pleasure. The dreams were always so chaotic. When she turned around, she found
that it wasn't her father spanking her but Professor Yu, and she was no longer the little girl with braids, but
a graceful young woman. Yet the professor still held her on his lap like he was spanking a child, and she obediently
lay there. Something deep inside her was always awakened in such dreams, growing wildly like tangled weeds
. She woke up from the dream, the long night still not over, and touched her lower body, feeling sticky and wet again. She closed her eyes, sighed weakly
, and thought of Yang Lu in her lucidity, of his clumsy confession, and couldn't help but smile softly.

Jiang Yuan took a sip of tea. The sunlight streaming through the window was so bright that it made him squint.

"Mr. Long, since Mr. Chen wants to make this kind of film, why doesn't he just go to one of your Hong Kong Category III film
directors?"

"They probably don't have that level of skill. Besides, our boss is demanding an absolute classic."

"What kind of classic?"

"Director Jiang, you must have seen *X-Romance*, right? That's exactly the kind of
film . It needs to be bold enough, break through in terms of scale, and also have superb artistry. We even hope to..."
"Beyond those foreign films! That's why we came to you."

Jiang Yuan had, of course, seen *X-Romance*, a masterpiece by French director Karin Breill,
which had left a deep impression on him. The scenes of sadomasochism were incredibly realistic, and
the daring content reminded him of another film—*In the Realm of the Senses*!

"Film is a realistic imagination, but not reality," Jiang Yuan said.

"Although I'm not an expert in art, I know that much art doesn't immediately demonstrate its
value ; it often only shines many years later, right, Director Jiang? I believe you're
an artist with that kind of talent."

"Do you know how much it would cost if it were made exactly as I want it to be? And it wouldn't even be released, not
a single penny at the box office, because in China, a film like that wouldn't pass the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television's censorship."

"We've already considered that. We can distribute it overseas, provided the film's quality is high."

"It has to be purely Chinese, right?" Jiang Yuan gave him a mocking look.

"You can film it exactly as you want, and we will provide ample funding as agreed."

"So your boss has been planning this for a long time?"

"President Chen has already come up with a title."

"What?"

"It's called—'Spring Grass in the Pond'."

"I won't admit that I've ever filmed this movie," Jiang Yuan said.

(4)

It exudes the fragrance of grass. It's a strange season, and every year at this time, Jiangnan experiences
a month of continuous rain.

The rain had just stopped, and the afternoon sun wasn't as intense as in summer; it just shone brightly through the window.
The glass water bottle on the table reflected the light onto the snow-white wall. The clear water glass was
being watched by the girl's clear eyes, which seemed to be filled with water. Her hair was still the same as always, neatly tied back,
with some soft bangs hanging down her smooth forehead.

Xie Xiting didn't come to this coffee shop often, even though it was on the road leading to the back gate of the school, not far from her
home. Perhaps she didn't go to these places for no reason.

School was out for break, so she was the only one in the shop, sitting by the glass window—a
clean and bright place.

"Then spank me..."—those words changed everything!

Was it a joke, madness, or a cathartic outburst?

Everything was made of glass: the window, the water bottle, the cup, the girl… all shimmering in the rainy season sunlight.

Was her bottom made of glass too?

Several red marks stood out starkly against her fair skin on Xie Xiting's bare arms—
marks .

When Yang Lu entered, Xie Xiting was standing at the bar, preparing to leave.

There was no one else there, and she turned her face, her eyes landing on Yang Lu. He took off his sunglasses,
meeting her gaze. That gaze was like a flickering flame, bright and piercing, yet instantly turning as cold as frost,
making him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Yang Lu couldn't escape the gaze into those deep, dark eyes; he could even hear his own heartbeat. She must
have known he'd seen the marks on his arm, for the purplish-red marks
stood out starkly against his snow-white skin, evoking a pang of pain and sorrow. The girl's eyes were like deep wells shrouded in mist, all
emotions flowing into them silently.

"Hi," Xie Xiting greeted him with a smile, "Yang Lu."

"Oh, you're here too."

"Yes… um, I'm leaving." With that, the girl walked towards the door.

Standing alone, Yang Lu stared blankly at her retreating figure. He saw the girl, who had been hurrying towards the
door , turn back, and ask, "Why don't you take me home?"

Yang Lu was momentarily speechless, but his heart suddenly seemed to sprout, like tender spring grass.

He silently followed the girl into the bright sunshine, the delicate fragrance emanating from her
intoxicating him, while a light drizzle began to fall. Ah, the plum rain season in Jiangnan!

"East wind, west rain," Yang Lu murmured.

"It seems heartless, yet it is full of affection," Xie Xiting replied lightly.

Yang Lu turned his head again and saw her smiling at him, which stirred boundless
tenderness in his heart, a sudden burst of joy mixed with sorrow.

"Fallen flowers, a lone figure,"

"Light rain, swallows in pairs." Her voice was so light and melodious that it made Yang Lu's heart turn into a shower of rain,
bringing endless sadness.

"If a person's fate is knowable," Yang Lu said, bowing his head, "I mean, things destined,
then I dare not know."

"Are you afraid to know the secrets of fate?" the girl asked, "Perhaps it is in your hands."

"I only want to enjoy the most beautiful time of my life, perhaps it comes quickly and goes quickly." He sighed deeply
, then said, "But that's enough."

A silence followed.

"I'm home." Xie Xiting stopped, gazing at a still pool of spring water on the other side of the road.

"Oh, goodbye." Yang Lu also stopped, looking at the girl.

They stood in the afternoon sun, in the light drizzle. The leaves of the spring grass by the pond stood lush and upright,
radiating a glistening light.

Yang Lu, standing by the pond, was now alone. He could almost still see those
graceful leaves by the pond last summer, and the girl beside him. But now they were juniors, and she still didn't have a boyfriend,
nor did he.

Seeing her from afar, Yang Lu's heart sank. Xie Xiting walked with the professor, her delicate
face expressionless. Yang Lu looked at her hesitantly. Her bright red trench coat
shone brightly and warmly in the afternoon sun, but the gray-haired professor beside her seemed like a heavy iron weight, suppressing this
pleasing lightness.

Professor Yu also saw Yang Lu.

"Xiao Lu, where are you going?" he asked.

"Oh," Yang Lu replied haphazardly, "I'm going to borrow a book."

Xie Xiting didn't look at him, so he had no chance to greet her. The strong color of the trench coat reflected...
The girl's pale face contrasted sharply with his own.

Although it was wrong, he couldn't control his actions. A fog-like doubt had drawn
him towards the building. It was
a small building, similar in style to Professor Yu's house, which Yang Lu had once lingered in and entered. It was on a slightly higher hillside behind the professor's house. From the north-facing
window , one could easily see the professor's living room. Now, Yang Lu stood before that window.

It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the early spring air bringing everything to life. Yang Lu stood by
the window , the wind blowing warmly on his face through a broken pane of glass. However, he was still a little nervous,
watching intently.

The curtains were drawn, beige linen curtains, blocking the view of the peeping tom. The angle was perfect,
yet nothing could be seen. But the fact that he couldn't see anything only amplified his inner turmoil, and he
wasn't even eager to see anything; he was even somewhat afraid of actually seeing something. Perhaps
nothing , and it was all just his imagination. The real curtains had nothing to do with his frantic thoughts;
it was just an ordinary early spring afternoon, sunny and serene. This thought calmed the restless young
man slightly. He lit a cigarette, the smoke immediately casting a pale blue hue over the transparent window,
but what was happening behind the curtains?

He seemed to see the curtains moving, but it quickly proved to be just an illusion. His uncle
was always the one who drew the curtains; a gloomy atmosphere was always associated with him. Perhaps he had a solitary personality
, never allowing anyone to intrude on his life—his secret life!

Yet now, he truly saw the curtains moving, and in the direction he expected.
He immediately tensed up, instinctively retreating as if trying to hide in the darkness behind. The beige
fabric was pulled to the side little by little, like the curtain of a stage slowly rising. Professor Yu's sparsely haired
head was now clearly visible in Yang Lu's line of sight.

In reality, it was just an ordinary action of someone opening a curtain, but this slow movement
so profoundly stimulated the uneasy nerves of a voyeur in a corner. When the curtain was halfway open,
it stopped. The sparsely haired head disappeared as well. There was less than twenty meters between the two windows.

Yang Lu's hand, holding a cigarette, suddenly trembled, and a strong urge to defecate surged from his abdomen.

He stared motionlessly at the opposite side, where there was a small, white foot, a young woman's foot,
appearing on the lower edge of the window. It was a woman's foot, very white, with thin soles and toes pointing
upwards , twisting and struggling there. Yang Lu saw that a rope was tied to the delicate ankle, the kind of
hemp rope with prickly bristles. The rope held the poor foot in place and gradually tightened... Suddenly, with a "whoosh," the
foot was pulled high by the rope, and a long, slender, snow-white leg was pulled out,
like a silver fish being lifted from the water by a fishing hook. The beautiful leg hanging upside down by the window made Yang Lu
unable to think for a moment, but his eyes were fixed on the swaying, smooth long leg - the leg was
dazzlingly white in the afternoon sun, constantly twisting, like a soft white worm, round and smooth, with a pinkish
luster. And the crystal-carved jade foot, under the tight rope, had turned red from being congested with blood, and swayed helplessly in
the air ...

(5)

It was at the campus concert celebrating the return of Macao. Because he could not resist the repeated enticements of the student union, Yang Lu
had no choice but to perform a program on behalf of the college. Yang Lu chose "The Song of Seven Sons," a song that was quite fitting for the time,
but he rearranged it in a rock style. He then
rehearsed it a few times with his guitar-playing buddies before rushing onto the stage.

That day, when Yang Lu carried his guitar onto the stage, he saw Xie Xiting sitting in the audience. She seemed to be wearing light makeup;
her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a pale yellow trench coat.

When the distorted pedal was pressed, the exhilarating electric guitar blared, accompanied by intense
heavy metal beats, and the entire audience erupted in cheers. Yang Lu's eyes, however, were fixed on Xie Xiting in the audience.
She was watching their performance intently, swaying gently, and taking photos. Seeing Yang
Lu's gaze, she gave him an encouraging smile.

Actually, after this performance, many girls called Yang Lu's dorm, wanting to learn guitar from him
and then go for a barbecue and karaoke by the river. After going a few times, Yang Lu gave all the opportunities to his buddies.

No one could replace Xie Xiting. Yes, only her.

That evening, as the party ended, almost as if by magic, Yang Lu found himself walking out of the hall with Xie Xiting again.

"Your performance was wonderful," Xie Xiting said, looking at Yang Lu with a hint of teasing.

"Hehe, really? I almost forgot my lines," Yang Lu replied with a grin.

"Was it because I was down there?" the girl asked with a smile.

"Well…" Yang Lu looked at Xie Xiting, "I… I was a little nervous."

As he spoke, he had already walked out of the lecture hall. On the campus paths in the evening, boys and girls strolled in twos and threes.
As they approached the boys' dormitory, Yang Lu unconsciously slowed his pace. Just as he hesitated, Xie
Xiting suddenly turned around and said, "Want to walk with me?"

So Yang Lu, carrying his violin, walked slowly with the girl, and the winter night wind seemed less cold.

They reached the high steps leading to her house again. The cool moonlight shone on Yang Lu's handsome shoulders. No one
was around . Xie Xiting suddenly reached out and took Yang Lu's hand.

"Thank you," she said earnestly, looking at him.

The warmth from his fingers instantly captivated him. Looking at the girl's beautiful face in the moonlight, he was speechless for a moment,
his heart screaming, "You are the most beautiful, the purest, the most wonderful..." At that moment,
all his doubts vanished.

"Thank you, really. There are some things I know." The girl looked at the somewhat flustered Yang Lu and gave him
her most beautiful smile, still holding his hand tightly.

Yang Lu didn't speak again, but slowly pulled her closer and then embraced her
tightly . He held her like that; her body was so soft, so gentle. Xie Xiting didn't resist, quietly leaning against him.
On her shoulder. The scent of her hair filled his nostrils, and Yang Lu inhaled it greedily, his heart seemingly melting.

"I like you," Yang Lu whispered in the girl's ear, and Xie Xiting nodded.

"I really like you," Yang Lu said again, and Xie Xiting nodded again.

"You are my angel," Yang Lu said.

Xie Xiting looked up and asked with a smile, "Have you ever seen an angel?"

"Yes," Yang Lu said earnestly, "I've only seen one, and that's you."

As he asked that question, the girl's heart suddenly clenched. "Angel!" She had mentioned it before
, but added the word "fallen," and the desolation in her heart made her ache.

"You can't lie to me," Xie Xiting forced a smile, looking at him as if trying to see
the lie .

"I'm not lying to you, I absolutely won't." Saying this, Yang Lu also looked earnestly at Xie Xiting.

"Then how can I believe you?"

"How can you believe me?"

"I want you to sing me a song," the girl said. "You sang for so many people today, now
I want you to sing it just for me."

"This is a request I can't refuse," Yang Lu said seriously. "Hmph, you dare." "

Then I'll sing a song I wrote especially for you, okay?"

"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up with surprise.

"Yes," Yang Lu smiled too. This song was written for her, but he never thought he would actually have
the chance to sing it for her. He took out his guitar from behind his back, sat on the steps, took a deep breath, and then,
as the soft guitar music began, he started to sing: "I raise my not-so-strong chest, I muster the courage to tell you;

I lower my not-so-noble head, my eyes are filled with sorrow;

...

Come, come, I hope you will come with me;

come, come, I hope I can hold your hand..."

Yang Lu's eyes were on his own shadow in the moonlight on the ground, and he saw another figure sitting down beside him.
He sang repeatedly to the music, and the moonlight flowed quietly.

Suddenly, a guitar string snapped with a "clang."

The singing stopped abruptly. "Why did the string break?" Yang Lu said.

Xie Xiting seemed to be suddenly awakened. She opened her eyes wide, looked at Yang Lu, and finally said, "It's getting late
, I should go home."

Yang Lu was also surprised. Looking at the piano in his hands, he had a bad feeling. So many words hidden in his heart hadn't
been said yet, but Xie Xiting had already said, "I will remember your song, I will remember." Then she turned around and
walked up the steps.

The room was not lit, only some light shone through the half-drawn curtains, slanting onto Xie Xiting's pale
face , outlining her exquisite features, like a fairy emerging from the darkness. Professor Yu was still sitting at his desk,
his figure almost hidden in the darkness, only the glow of the cigarette in his hand flickering, wisps of blue smoke rising.

"What day is it today?" the professor asked.

"Thursday."

"Uh," the old man murmured, "It's Thursday, did you bring the translation?"

"Yes, I brought it," the girl answered softly, her face flushing. She pulled a
notebook and handed it to him, but the professor didn't take it. He said, "Then you can read it to me." "This..." The girl's face turned even redder. "Do you want me to read it?" She saw the professor's gaze fixed on her

from behind his glasses . 　　"What, is there a problem?" 　　However, Xie Xiting only opened her mouth and moved slightly. The thought of the Japanese manuscript she had translated made her heart race, and she quietly squeezed her legs together. 　　Later, Xie Xiting recorded the events of that day in her diary: "This morning, Yang Lu called and asked me to go to the riverbank with him, saying it was the best place to fly kites. I told him I was going to the professor's house for class. I barely listened to the two afternoon classes; my mind was a mess. That awful thing is already translated; it's so embarrassing. Actually, it's nothing, because compared to going to the professor's house for class, this is... it's a mistake, and I can't get rid of it. I can't record it in detail; I won't be able . He's even crazier than before, and so am I..." 　　After the professor took off her coat, Xie Xiting's slender waist was revealed, and the pink sweater accentuated her delicate figure. 　　The professor pressed slightly on her back, and Xie Xiting leaned forward weakly, barely supporting herself on the edge of the desk with her hands . The girl lowered her head; she knew she looked utterly miserable. The way her two long, slender legs were pressed together accentuated her round, plump buttocks, stretching the white trousers tightly, making them look like two large, hanging water droplets, full and inviting. 　　The professor then stretched out two fingers and pinched the plumpest spot, causing her full, round buttocks to tighten and tremble involuntarily. 　　"Hmm? Take off your trousers," the professor said, "Let me see what's moving." 　　"I...I didn't move, I don't know..." Xie Xiting whispered. 　　Her face was already flushed, and she closed her eyes in shame, but obediently offered her buttocks. The professor's hands moved up, then he lifted her shirt and pulled down her trousers from her waist. When the white trousers were pulled down, a shimmering white light flashed before the old man's eyes. It turned out that the girl was wearing a layer of white pantyhose underneath her trousers. Now, this transparent silk fabric was covering her smooth, pink buttocks. "These buttocks are so round, so full of vitality and allure, they deserve severe punishment!" 　　The professor raised his hand high, then brought it down heavily, slapping the upturned buttocks with a loud "thud." Xie Xiting's body stiffened, and she couldn't help but cry out. Her face flushed crimson. But the professor didn't stop. Her cry was shrill, like the mournful sound of tender leaves. The professor seemed to enjoy hearing this mournful sound. His face was mercilessly fixed on the trembling, plump buttocks, and he slapped them hard. The buttocks writhed seductively in pain, making a crackling sound under his palm. The plump flesh rippled and bounced in response. The girl's buttocks were instantly red from the beating, like freshly steamed buns.

Her buttocks throbbed, steaming hot, covered in red, swollen welts. This was perhaps
the limit a tender, delicate bottom could endure.

The burning pain in her buttocks spread throughout her body, making it hard to breathe. Her mouth gaped open, tears streaming
uncontrollably down her face. As the pain intensified, she felt enveloped in a fiery heat.
With each twist of her buttocks, a surge of heat rose from her sensitive lower abdomen, rushing upwards, making her face
burn even more intense downwards, causing her to gasp softly, involuntarily arching her buttocks to
receive the heat. But when she turned her head, she saw the professor open a drawer and take out rope.

"Is he going to tie me up again?" Xie Xiting
kept She took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly. She smelled the
distinctive scent of hemp rope again, mixed with sweat and something else, stimulating her sense of smell. She gasped for breath,
her hands gripped by the old man, pulled behind her back, and twisted. Two strands of overlapping hemp rope immediately wrapped around her wrists,
the rough friction sending electric shocks through her body—a feeling difficult to describe. She tried to remain silent,
enduring the pain of being bound. The ropes tightened and intertwined, digging into her delicate flesh. The girl's
body was strangely divided and manipulated by the ropes, like a lamb at his mercy.

The tangled ropes bound her arms tightly, crossed and tied behind her back. Her left leg
was folded up, tied with rope, and laid flat on the table, forcing the girl to lie
face down on the large writing desk, while her other leg hung helplessly over the edge. Her snow-white, delicate buttocks
were completely exposed, with only sheer stockings tightly covering her crotch.
There were no panties underneath, and from behind, two tender, moist labia could be seen, sticky and pressed together in a thin layer of white silk
.

The professor admired the bound girl as if she were his masterpiece; her body was so beautiful,
even her struggles were so touching. A twitch appeared on the professor's face, forming a grotesque smile.
A soft "tap-tap" sound caught the old man's attention. When he found the source,
his eyes widened as if he had discovered something. It was Xie Xiting's right leg, draped in a sheet, struggling to straighten and touch the ground,
but unable to reach it, she could only barely stand on her tiptoes, still wearing a high heel, the heel making an
uncontrollable pecking sound on the floor.

The professor slowly approached, staring at the straight, pointed leg. Suddenly, he scooped it up with both hands, and a slender, shapely
leg lay across his grasp. Encased in sheer stockings, it stretched out long and beautifully, its undulating curves gleaming
with a captivating ivory sheen. The professor placed his hands on the girl's smooth, silky leg,
his broad palms caressing the long, slender line from top to bottom through the thin stockings. The soft flesh rolled under his fingers,
making a soft "rustling" sound. Xie Xiting's breathing became uneven. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her feet—
her high heels had been removed, and one delicate foot was now exposed. Her toes were tense, slightly
curled , and Professor Yu grasped it firmly. She gasped, feeling a surge of heat wash
over her sole, causing the girl to let out a soft moan. She struggled to turn her head and was astonished to see the professor's balding head
bobbing at her feet. He was licking her soles vigorously with his tongue, like a dog. Her poor little
foot was held tightly in the old man's hand, twitching nervously under the stimulation of his tongue.
Her toes, hidden in her stockings, kept bending and spreading… Her tiny soles were covered in saliva, the thin stockings clinging damply to
her pink feet. The old man even tried to shove her entire foot into his mouth. Xie Xiting gradually
lost her , gasping and making muffled sounds. Her body lay sprawled on the smooth tabletop, her waist
twisting back and forth.

The professor's large hand pressed down on her serpentine waist and abdomen, the sharp instrument effortlessly piercing through the middle of her pantyhose.
His slender, yellowish fingers were pinching a thin layer of silk between her thighs, a sharp blade
slicing through it. With a slight tearing sound, the pantyhose immediately stretched open,
revealing her pink, moist labia.

Her smooth buttocks were covered with uneven welts, and her private parts, nestled between her buttocks, were clearly
exposed. Her labia were visibly full and swollen, slightly parted to reveal a glistening red
slit . The professor's fingers traced along that slit, his fingertips becoming coated with sticky fluid. Her delicate labia could only
helplessly close, then slowly open again, oblivious to the pool of fluid that flowed out, forming a glistening thread that
hung between her legs.

Thin, sallow fingers slid effortlessly into her flesh. Xie Xiting let out a soft moan as the firm,
rough fingers caressed her tender flesh, penetrating deep into the girl's core. The old man felt the
crisscrossing folds of flesh inside and deliberately rubbed and squeezed them, causing Xie Xiting to moan. Her body
began to tremble uncontrollably, and a blush rose to her fair neck. The beauty closed her eyes, her buttocks
raised high , letting the man's fingers frantically thrust in and out of her wet, slippery opening, making unbearable "
squelching" sounds. Her entire lower body felt like it was melting, the burning stimulation shooting from every sensitive nerve
to her entire body.

The heat within her body had broken through everything, spreading from the depths of her vagina to her heart, then surging from her lower abdomen
to her chest, rising in waves, instantly overwhelming all consciousness. She heard her own delicate
voice uttering shameless moans, her bound body writhing incessantly on the table.
Sweat beaded on the professor's forehead, but he showed no sign of stopping. He added another finger, thrusting his index and middle fingers together into Xie Xiting's
warm, slippery lips, pumping them in and out forcefully. Before long, her writhing body
suddenly stiffened, and she cried out urgently, "Stop...stop...just a moment...I can't...I can't...I can't
..." The professor, however, secretly quickened his movements. He could no longer hold back, and with a "plop," a glistening stream of hot liquid spurted from between her trembling
buttocks . The little beauty let out a long "ee-yah," then fell
silent, her body still trembling uncontrollably. Her mouth gaped open, panting heavily, her eyes rolled back, and
with another surge of heat, her slender waist arched spasmodically, even her toes lifting off the ground.
Her high, pert buttocks continued to bounce, and more streams of fluid oozed from between them,
flowing down her slender legs and onto the floor.

The professor turned and walked to the window, slowly drawing back the curtains, and thus, everything inevitably happened.

At this moment, Xie Xiting was already powerless to resist. The hemp rope tied to her delicate ankles gnawed at her tender flesh,
both itchy and burning. The girl's eyes were tightly closed as the professor's hand caressed her smooth calves. She could
feel her foot being pulled upwards.

Xie Xiting's graceful body had become a puppet completely at his mercy. One of her legs was
folded , her heel pressed tightly against her buttocks, while the other leg was taut and
stretched straight upwards by a rope tied to her ankle. This position forced her legs wide open. Although her bound, seemingly crippled
leg tried desperately to cover something, as the professor tightened the rope, Xie Xiting's buttocks
slowly lifted off the table, her bare crotch exposed and protruding delicately.

Before Xie Xiting could even catch her breath, she felt a sudden tightening on her ankle, and her body lost
its balance . The whole world seemed to turn upside down, swaying before her eyes. She couldn't breathe, couldn't struggle; blood rushed
to her head, making her face flush red, and all her weight was concentrated on her tightly pulled slender leg.
When she finally realized where she was, she could only helplessly see the table swaying back and forth in front of her,
her body hanging upside down on it, her long, bare leg fully exposed before the open, bright window,
hanging like a product on display in a market. She could keenly feel the warmth of the sunlight on her skin, yet an uncontrollable twitch erupted in
her groin , slowly becoming damp once more.

The early spring breeze blew in through the window, caressing her smooth, jade-like skin. She seemed to sense that more than one pair of
eyes were watching her body; she wondered who else outside that window could see her in such a wretched state—
hopefully not him. But she could only writhe, twitch, and struggle on that rope… Her long
, jade-like leg, smooth and white as if sculpted from porcelain, hung upside down by the window, swaying gently.
Several winding streaks of undried moisture remained on her pristine white skin, gleaming in the afternoon sun.

Indeed, a pair of narrow eyes were fixed on that swaying, struggling,
snow-white leg across the other side of the window.

In that instant, something within her seemed to shatter, like a surging wave crashing against
a hard stone wall, pulverized. All the warmth, all the fervor, all the hope, and all
… were shattered by the sight of a bare, beautiful leg hanging upside down on a rope. Even under
the onslaught of immense sorrow, a strange feeling arose in the young man's heart. He himself did not realize that
his penis had become unusually hard and painfully swollen.

This was a sight he could never dream of. The long, white leg was hanging in the air,
struggling incessantly before his eyes, so beautiful, yet so desolate. As for whose leg it was, there
could only be one answer.

(6)

Yang Lu stood there, squinting his narrow eyes. A pink and white butterfly fluttered before him, so close that
he could easily knock it down with a wave of his hand.

But perhaps the opportunity was too good, so good that he assumed it was his for the taking, and thus
he immediately, only admiring its dance.

The butterfly fluttered and stopped on the flowers and grass, gradually moving further away from him. Yang Lu watched, waiting for it to fly back to
his side .

"As soon as it comes back, even if it's just as close as before, or even a little further away, I'll catch it immediately,"
he thought.

But it flew around, farther and farther away... Would it never come back? The butterfly finally disappeared from Yang Lu's
sight .

Yang Lu remained standing there, a sudden, indescribable sense of loss welling up inside him.
Could This was ultimately not a good thing. He could only sigh softly: Spring has truly arrived.

The flowers in spring were blooming beautifully, and the campus was filled with a refreshing fragrance. Another
semester began.

Yang Lu groggily opened his eyes and found himself alone in the dormitory.

"Damn it," he muttered, "none of them woke me up." But he didn't
rush ; instead, he lay comfortably on the bed for a while longer before slowly getting up.

Since it was already late, he might as well skip the first class. With that thought, he began to
wash up carefully.

The weather was exceptionally clear today, the morning sun shining brightly, making the dormitory feel vibrant.
Yang Lu opened the window to let in some fresh air, then pulled a suitcase from under his lower bunk. He had originally intended to find some instant
noodles, but instead found a box of hair oil belonging to his friend—the Diamond brand. He usually hated it, but today he was
in the mood for it. He applied it to his hair, then carefully combed his hair in a neat side part in front of the mirror by the window.
Feeling quite refreshed, he decided to put on the suit hanging on the wall and tie a
nice tie. Once everything was ready, Yang Lu contentedly picked up his books and went downstairs. When he reached the garage,
he reached into his pocket and realized that he had changed his clothes, but his bicycle keys were still in the dormitory. Going back to get them would be too late;
his second class was about to start. He knew it was English class, and the female teacher was quite strict. Yang Lu hurried towards
the teaching area, and just as he reached the building, the bell rang. Helpless, Yang Lu gritted his teeth and trudged
up to the fifth floor. Looking towards the classroom, he saw two male classmates standing outside the door, who had just arrived. He couldn't help but
feel a surge of joy.

The three of them stood at the door, and Yang Lu rhythmically knocked three times.

"Come in," came the teacher's voice from inside.

Pushing the door open, they saw the English teacher's displeased face.

"What's going on with you guys?"

"Well, my alarm clock broke," said one of the students, his hair still disheveled.

The teacher glared at him, then ignored him and asked, "Where's the other student?"

The second student, squeezed into the doorway, quickly said, "I was reading in the library and forgot the time."

"And where's the next gentleman?"

Seeing Yang Lu's attire, the classmates all laughed.

Yang Lu, standing behind the two, answered loudly, "That's right, I overslept."

The whole class laughed even harder, only the teacher nodded and said to everyone, "This is a guileless
gentleman."

Yang Lu, meanwhile, was simply searching with his eyes when he saw Xie Xiting sitting in the third row.
She glanced at him, gave him a slight glare, then lowered her head, laughing incessantly.

Yang Lu sat down in the fourth row, across the aisle in the middle of the classroom, and could see her profile from behind,
something he often did during class. Today she wore a pink,
tight flared stonewashed blue jeans that accentuated her long, beautiful legs, with clean black
leather shoes on her feet.

The girl's senses were so sharp; she seemed to intuitively perceive the gaze from behind. Therefore, Yang
Lu would notice the girl slightly tilting her head, her dark eyes slowly turning to look at him,
their gazes lingering in a silent, unspoken entanglement. After a moment of eye contact, a blush
would . Then, she would quickly look away and continue listening attentively to the lesson.

Was she looking at him too? To confirm this guess, Yang Lu conducted an experiment. One time,
near the end of class, he saw Xie Xiting's eyes glancing at him again, so he deliberately raised his hand to check his
watch. This was a deliberate hint, and Xie Xiting indeed subconsciously checked her watch as well. Yes,
she was indeed looking at him; she was interested in him, or at least she was deliberately looking at him.

But today, Xie Xiting didn't look at him at all. The girl's ponytail was tied back with a light blue ribbon,
her delicate profile slightly lowered, looking at the book on the table. But she seemed somewhat restless; yes, something was
definitely .

He noticed the girl's brows furrowed frequently, her face flushed in waves, even her ears were bright red. She
rested her arms on the table, her back ramrod straight, but her bottom shifted restlessly in her seat, everything about her
seemed odd.

Just then, the teacher called on Xie Xiting to read the text aloud to the class. Standing in her seat, she was
about 1.65 meters tall, with the slender, graceful figure typical of girls from southern China. Compared to her slightly thin
frame, her feminine features were rather overly voluptuous. Her sweater bulged under the neckline
, and her rounded hips, encased in tight jeans, appeared even more
full below her slender waist. If she usually went unnoticed due to her conservative attire, now these two
simple garments were enough to highlight her undeniably alluring figure. Xie Xiting's voice was soft and
slightly shy, but she read quickly. It must be admitted that this girl, nearly twenty-one years old, had unknowingly
blossomed into a beautiful swan. Her delicate features,
combined with an exaggeratedly full figure that seemed slightly exaggerated compared to her slender waist, created a powerful allure—something she probably couldn't have foreseen.

Her English was excellent, so the teacher usually had Xie Xiting read the text aloud to the class, but today
her voice was unusually hurried, lacking its usual elegance and composure.

Was she sick? Yang Lu watched the girl sitting in the front row, silently worrying for her.
He noticed Xie Xiting's right hand was still tightly gripping her pen, her fingers white from the effort, but she hadn't memorized a single word. She
was just breathing deeply, her head bowed, her face flushing and paling in turns, her legs rubbing together under the desk
, desperately trying to stay clenched. Perhaps she needed to urinate? Yang Lu secretly wondered, a slight chuckle creeping into his mind.

The bell finally rang for recess. Yang Lu saw Xie Xiting immediately stand up and leave the classroom, so he
followed her out. He saw the girl go straight into the washroom in the middle of the school building corridor. She walked very quickly, her hips swaying
, clearly exhausted.

Only after entering an empty stall and locking the door did Xie Xiting finally let out a long sigh of relief. She quickly
pulled down her pants, shyly reaching her hand towards her crotch, only to find her fingers touching a tough piece of
leather. Xie Xiting's face could no longer contain its flirtatious blush. She slowly squatted down, suppressing her panting,
her face growing increasingly flushed.

No one knew how she endured two classes, how she forced herself to finish reading that
passage despite her exhaustion. No one knew that beneath her tightly clenched jeans, she wasn't even wearing underwear.

Between her snow-white buttocks, only a black leather belt clung. Once tightened, the belt
pressed directly against her most tender spot, and after being secured to the buckle at her waist, it couldn't be removed without a key,
resembling a special leather thong.

This constricting object was utterly unbearable; Xie Xiting regretted fulfilling the professor's perverse request, but now, all she could do was frantically rub her lower body, her body limp
in the unseen toilet stall . 　　Only she knew that the reverse side of the belt, the side touching her skin, was covered in dense , bristly barbs, each one pricking her most delicate labia. The treacherous designer had deliberately added fine barbs to the crotch of the leather thong, plunging the poor beauty into an abyss of suffering. 　　The belt, wedged between her thighs, with its unbearable barbs, stretched across her crotch, tightly constricting Xie Xiting 's legs and embedding itself in her flesh. During the two morning classes, the boy relentlessly ravaged the girl's most sensitive areas, causing her to tremble with even the slightest movement. The prolonged friction tormented her nerves, making it impossible for her to hear a single word. She could only rub her tightly closed legs back and forth, desperately trying to suppress the waves of tingling sensation emanating from her private parts. She didn't know how much longer she could endure it, only feeling unbearably hot all over, and her breasts seemed to be perky even more. As she twisted and turned in her seat, fluid kept flowing from her crotch, making it sticky and sticky. 　　But worse, she couldn't hold back her urge to urinate. She couldn't open that area, and the intense urge made her unable to control herself, so her fingers touched the already soaked and slippery leather belt again. Xie Xiting squatted on the urinal with her legs , listening to the girls chattering outside, suppressing her moans, and reaching down to her crotch to stroke and rub the leather belt. A growing heat surged from below, almost paralyzing her.

Soft, yet his fingers pressed harder, the inner bristles rubbing fiercely against her burning vulva, causing a spasmodic
contraction. He could no longer control himself; Xie Xiting trembled all over, ignoring the large amount of urine
overflowing from the edge of her belt, flowing warmly down her buttocks.

The bell finally rang, and Xie Xiting, tormented all morning, gathered her books, stood up
, and slowly walked out of the classroom, swaying her hips.

Yang Lu, however, deliberately took his time, waiting until all the other students had left before quietly approaching
the seat the girl had just sat in. The chair still held Xie Xiting's warmth. He slowly lowered his head, bringing his nose close to the seat
to smell a faint, sour scent. It was a strange smell, both sour and
astringent, mixed with the unique fragrance of a young girl, subtle yet intoxicating, emanating from the most
secret aura within Xie Xiting.

The faint, sour smell on the seat, carried by the girl's body heat, was
intoxicating .

What was going on? In Yang Lu's heart, this fog-like sorrow was unbearable.

What if he could forget all of this? That was one way to solve it. But how could he explain these
abnormal signs?

(7)

Jiang Yuan found Lei Peng in June 2000.

That day, Lei Peng was carrying his equipment and searching around the old streets of the city, looking for a set of photos of old houses.
Lei Peng was preparing for his solo photography exhibition. In addition to creating some of his works, he needed to raise
enough funds. Jiang Yuan and Lei Peng went to school together and studied photography together, but their fates after graduation
were completely different. Lei Peng is now a freelance photographer and runs a photography studio. Because it is located by the river, he
named it "Jiang Photography Studio".

The weather was fine that day. As Lei Peng passed a weathered, black-lacquered door, he glanced inside unconsciously
. The light was dim, but he saw a pair of long, slender, white legs slowly descending the old wooden stairs.
Perhaps the scene wasn't actually moving slowly, but to Lei Peng, it was
like ; the exquisite image was instantly imprinted in his mind. The beautiful legs, glistening and smooth in the darkness, encased
in sheer stockings, swayed gracefully and sensually on her light pink stilettos.

What followed was that Lei Peng followed her and secretly took many photos with his camera. That wasn't
important; what happened next was unexpected!

As he pretended to walk past, he turned and saw her face clearly: a fair face with flowing hair, a slightly pointed
chin that gave her a pretty appearance, and in the center were two bright, clear eyes—such a pair of large, clear
eyes . She stared directly at Lei Peng, making him involuntarily flustered. He seemed lost in her misty
gaze, his mind already filled with thoughts, as if he were merely
one of many who had been secretly watching her. The man also sensed the pride and disdain emanating from that gaze. Lei Peng hastily stepped aside,
letting her graceful figure drift past him, only managing to capture a glimpse of her slender back from afar.

This beauty was Xie Xiting.

If we could go back a year, to June 22nd, 1999, in the afternoon, at Professor Yu's small building,

Xie Xiting stood there, her hands clasped together, barely able to stand. A feeling of fullness in her lower abdomen made her face
flushed and her breathing rapid.

She needed to urinate, but the professor wouldn't allow her to go to the toilet.

"If you need to use the restroom, then please go ahead."

"But, you..." Xie Xiting blushed and said, "Aren't you going to let me use the restroom?"

"No, that won't do. Only here," the old man added coldly and calmly, "I mean
right ."

"Ah, how can that be?" She stared wide-eyed in surprise, her whole body trembling slightly.

"I've made myself perfectly clear," the professor said indifferently, "Do I have to explain it all the way through
for you to understand?"

The man then gave the girl a mocking look and said, word by word, "If you want to pee, pee in your pants."

"Ah!" Xie Xiting looked at the professor in horror, her two slender legs trembling involuntarily. She
gasped and desperately squeezed her thighs together, twisting and turning, but the intense urge to urinate gradually eroded the girl's will. With
each contraction below, she thrust her hips back and forth, groaning as she squeezed her legs together,
rubbing her thighs with her hands, her buttocks gradually sticking out backward. She could hold it in no longer; a thin stream began
to flow from below. Xie Xiting closed her eyes in despair, her crotch immediately becoming wet. Extreme shame and the urge to endure made her
tremble all over. From behind, the area below the girl's buttocks was soaked, but the heat within her body
could no longer be controlled and gushed out, quickly soaking her entire trouser leg. A pungent, hot
stench filled the air. The girl squatted down helplessly, and when she looked up and saw the professor's indifferent expression,
she finally collapsed into her own urine and burst into tears. But the urine continued to flow out in streams, and the wet patch on
the floor continued to expand. She even farted. Although it was only a slight "plop
," it was enough to make the girl collapse in shame, her thin body
convulsing .

Rain began to fall outside the window, making Professor Yu's dark bedroom even more oppressive and unsettling. Xie Xiting,
alone and naked hid in the professor's bedroom. She had showered, but the pile of dirty, foul-smelling clothes was
something she could never wear again.

"There are a few clothes in my bedside table that you might find comfortable," the professor said to her through the door. "
Take them yourself, and hurry up."

Although Xie Xiting had her doubts, she truly had no other choice. There was a box in the cabinet. She took it out and
placed it by the bedside. Opening it, she found some clothes inside. The girl casually picked out a strangely shaped little thing,
curiously unfolding it in her hand. She discovered it was a thong made of only a few leather straps, with a shiny
steel lock at the back. Through the middle was a narrow strip of black leather, one side of which was covered in stubble.
The short burrs felt rough and frightening to the girl's delicate hands, so she quickly threw it back,
her heart pounding. She then picked up another item, a short skirt, which was very pretty, but...
The skirt was too short, so she stood up and held it up against herself. She realized that on her tall frame,
the short hem barely covered her hips. Wouldn't it be too short if she bent over even slightly? Good heavens, how could she possibly wear these "
clothes " out! Xie Xiting helplessly sat back down on the bed.

But then the professor's voice rang out from outside the door: "Are you done yet? Hurry up, I'm coming in."

"Ah, I'm almost done, almost done..." the girl hurriedly replied, gritting her teeth and forcing herself to choose.

There was only this one-piece dress left. It seemed alright; pure white, the style was somewhat like a swimsuit, only
extremely thin. She carefully slipped it over her legs and pulled it up, then pulled the thin straps over her shoulders. The dress clung tightly
to her body, but she couldn't lift it up at the chest. It turned out there were only two thin breast supports, which were pushing
her breasts high outwards. Xie Xiting shook her head helplessly. Fortunately, she found another white
long-sleeved shirt that she could wear over it. Although it was narrow and short, at least it could cover her protruding
breasts. Finally, she chose a simple and bright white pair of trousers. However, after putting them on, she found that
the fabric was so thin that it was almost transparent, and the cut was completely clinging to the curves of her legs. Luckily, her legs
were quite beautiful, Xie Xiting thought with a hint of mockery. Little did she know that this outfit had already
outlined in every detail, and had also decoratively showcased Xie Xiting's already near-perfect and captivating figure.

"Why aren't you done yet?" the professor urged again. Xie Xiting's heart was pounding. She slowly
opened the door and stood there looking so flustered.

The door opened, and Xie Xiting, dressed in pristine white, emerged softly. Her head was bowed, her face
flushed , but her breasts were exaggeratedly high and full, straining against the narrow front of her shirt. Her nipples
, rubbing directly against the fabric, were erect, the two protruding fleshy mounds clearly visible.

The professor looked at her with an unprecedented astonishment, for he was still a man, and
a rather vigorous old man at that. His long years of solitary life had made him somewhat repressed and eccentric, yet he still maintained
his scholarly demeanor, though his throat felt dry. The professor quickly reached for a cigarette, his eyes fixed on the girl
's body. He swallowed, his hand holding the cigarette, but forgot to light it. A blush
crept . He felt a warmth; the young, alluring body before him gave him a certain strength, making him
feel younger. A dry sensation stirred in his chest; Xie Xiting's seductive
figure captivated him.

She spun around, her long, black hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, her angelic,
pure face contrasting sharply with her devilish, alluring body. The rain outside intensified, the professor's
gaze piercing the girl like awls, fueling her shame and fueling her growing fever. Her knees
rubbed together, she bit her lip, her body slowly turning under the professor's gaze, each step a
seduction , using her body to tempt the man, and herself to be tempted.

She continued to turn, everything slowing down in the rainy afternoon.
In the secluded, quiet room, only the sounds of their breathing and the patter of raindrops against the window could be heard. Xie
Xiting's expression gradually relaxed, becoming calm. Her bright, dark eyes filled with a flirtatious
light, and she adopted an even more alluring posture. Perhaps this was a
carnal game she could accept, a game she could indulge in.

The professor wrapped his arms around Xie Xiting, stroking her soft, delicate body and inhaling
the fragrance . He almost wanted to kiss her, but he didn't; instead, he suddenly felt a profound emptiness.

"I won't have it forever, because I've already lost everything. My life has been a failure,"
the professor paused, speaking slowly. "When I was young, like you are now, I worked hard. I was quite
outstanding, studying in Japan... After returning, I went to England as an exchange scholar. Back then, I was
striving for an ideal. Just like you are now, diligent and single-minded."

Xie Xiting remained silent. The professor continued, "Xiao Xie, you probably don't understand. I've failed.
No one cares about my academic achievements anymore. They're unrealizable and useless.
This disappointment..." He paused—somewhat agitated—before continuing, "What a blow this disappointment is to someone so dedicated to
academia , to someone like me? A real blow, a
profound sense of defeat."

The professor's face was now filled with dejection. He lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and said,
"Now, I must admit I've completely failed, and I'm all alone, isolated."

The old man's eyes gleamed behind his glasses, sharp yet helpless. He held Xie Xiting in his arms, the girl
sitting on his lap. The strong, aged, and stubborn masculine scent emanating from him, mixed with
the smell , assaulted Xie Xiting's nostrils. Her buttocks shifted on the professor's thighs, causing a warm, soft
sensation. The professor's hand instinctively reached for the girl's buttocks, sliding down her cleft and back up until it touched
that area. The girl's thighs immediately tightened, she gasped for breath, and writhed restlessly.

"Xiao Xie, I have nothing left to strive for, nothing left, my heart is dead, I only have this!"
As he spoke, his fingers pressed down, digging into the girl's tender flesh through her crotch. Xie Xiting suddenly let out a soft
moan, her body going limp. Meanwhile, the professor's other hand swiftly pulled open a drawer and took out a bundle of rope.

"I only have this," he said, "this, like cigarettes, can bring warmth and
the comfort of possession."

The professor finally produced the rope, and Xie Xiting's eyes seemed to be veiled by a soft, alluring mist. She breathed weakly
, feeling once again that she was doomed. She was afraid of ropes, afraid of being bound by them.
The feeling of being wronged and helpless always ravaged her sensitive self-esteem. However, once trapped within them, when the ropes
tightly bound her body, digging into her flesh, and she ultimately lost all freedom, a certain sense of being at their mercy would lead to a
complete sense of security—a feeling of surrender, almost like the complete loss of self.

Xie Xiting was bound to the professor's chair. Her snow-white, soft body lay supine in the chair
, her limbs bound by hemp rope. Her hands were clasped together above her head, the rope wrapped around the back of the chair and secured, preventing her arms from moving.
Her legs were spread wide apart, tightly bound in an extremely unsightly M-shape, forcing her
buttocks to bulge out as if ready to be played with at any moment. Only her two smooth little feet could
ridiculously swing on either side of her buttocks.

The girl's tight and alluring body, bound to the chair like a doll, still twisted and struggled
incessantly, displaying a multitude of seductive postures. Her two slender legs were bound in an M-shape and pulled back to both sides, pressing her thighs and groin
tightly together, creating a taut, round, fleshy buttocks. Encased in thin trousers,
the shape of the mound of flesh between her thighs was clearly visible, and even the location of the cleft in the middle could be seen.

Xie Xiting's buttocks bounced under the professor's gaze in an unguarded state. The professor lowered his head,
sniffing between the girl's legs. The hot, humid scent emanating from there was slightly sour, yet
gentle and alluring, like a lush, green meadow. The professor, immersed in the scent, eagerly cupped
her full, delicate buttocks in his hands, burying his parched lips deep within them, thrusting and sucking,
his nose pressing into her fleshy crevice.

"Hah...hah...hah..." Xie Xiting gasped heavily, helplessly arching her lower body, feeling
the warm breath beneath her growing increasingly intense, as if it had found an entrance, penetrating deep into her flesh, surging up from
her groin in waves, making her body hot, and she let out weak moans with her eyes closed. When the professor lifted his face
, he noticed that Xie Xiting's crotch was already soaked.

"Why are you wet again?" the professor whispered in the girl's ear. "Ugh...I...I don't know," she answered the professor's unbearable question softly, her eyes closed in
shame , "I just couldn't help it."

"Looks like you really need something down there, don't you?" the professor suddenly asked loudly.

"Ah, no! No, I don't want anything." Xie Xiting felt a little scared, not knowing
how she would be treated.

"Don't want anything?" the professor asked immediately.

Xie Xiting nodded weakly, her face burning red, while the wet patch in the center of her buttocks gradually
widened.

"Yes, no, no..." the girl said almost pleadingly. She couldn't move, and this
posture of being forced to submit to external forces triggered a strange excitement deep within her. She vaguely sensed
what , but couldn't predict it. This psychological experience of being powerless to change what was about to happen to her gave her
a sense of being exiled or abandoned, which in turn led to a complete sense of self-abandonment and acceptance of everything. Because
it was imposed on her, something she couldn't resist, she could only accept it. Her physical desires were no longer under
her control, thus offsetting the deep-seated sexual guilt unique to women, a
feeling related to the fatherly love that Xie Xiting had longed for since childhood but lost too early. All her memories of fatherly love remained only of
corporal punishment . Thus, the feeling of being punished became compulsively linked
to the experience of fatherly love, subconsciously equating punishment with fatherly love, especially when inflicted by a man like her father
. This deeply hidden psychological symptom, once
intertwined , transformed into a masochistic tendency. Because masochism not only deepened the experience of "love"
but also eliminated psychological guilt. When such masochistic behavior repeatedly intensified in her
consciousness , the valve controlling sexual pleasure became hopelessly
linked to masochism. These causal effects shaped Xie Xiting's masochistic personality.

When the professor came out of the kitchen, he held a cucumber in his hand, thick and straight, its surface covered in
jagged, protruding bristles.

"Oh, no!" Xie Xiting suddenly realized the professor's intention and turned pale with fright. She struggled
futilely , making the chair creak. Seeing the young beauty so frightened, the professor couldn't help but laugh.

"Xiao Xie, why are you so nervous?" the professor asked.

"Please, no, please don't do this, okay?" Xie Xiting said with a mournful face.

"Don't what, huh?" the professor asked deliberately, "It's okay, just tell me, what exactly do you not want?"

"I don't want what's in your hands..." Xie Xiting found it hard to say, her face turning red and white in turns.

Her trousers were pulled down to her knees, revealing her smooth, white buttocks once again, with only a very thin bodysuit
passing between her legs, barely covering her most private parts. The professor asked further, while
teasing Xie Xiting's bare buttocks with one end of a cucumber, the rough protrusions scraping against her soft flesh,
immediately goosebumps.

"No, don't use cucumbers!" Xie Xiting finally bit her lip and said with difficulty, "Don't use cucumbers on me
..."

But the professor mocked, "Aren't cucumbers good? They're as fresh and tender as you. Why don't you
try one?"

As he spoke, he held the cucumber to Xie Xiting's mouth.

"No, please!" Xie Xiting could only plead, "It's too thick, I can't take it, I really
can't take it..."

Before she could finish speaking, the cucumber had already been shoved into her open mouth, and the girl could only make "
woo woo " sounds. The professor held the cucumber and stirred it back and forth in Xie Xiting's mouth, the thick, fat cucumber covered with Xie
Xiting's saliva, glistening with a greenish light.

"You're not eating any, so you must really want it down there, right?" The professor actually asked such a
question, and used one end of the cucumber to press between Xie Xiting's legs, and that soft part was
immediately . The girl trembled, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, yet she still pleaded in a trembling voice,
"Please, don't, Professor Yu, I really can't..." She was terrified, unable to distinguish whether her
plea was resistance or entreaty.

"You'll only know if you try, right? Every idea needs to be tested in practice. To do
experiments , the most important thing for someone studying physics is to have the ability to design experiments, which is something that's constantly
cultivated..." The professor rambled on to himself, somewhat lost in his own thoughts, no longer
paying attention to Xie Xiting's reaction.

The narrow, thin layer of the bodysuit covering her buttocks was already soaked and semi-transparent,
clinging to the beauty's raised mons pubis. Her pubic area was as red as a peach, even the slit in the middle was clearly visible, truly...
It revealed a kind of lewdness. Xie Xiting probably didn't know that the only remaining cover she had was a hidden
mechanism . It turned out that the crotch of the bodysuit could be opened, connected only by two small clasps, so as long as
the clasps were unfastened, everything would be exposed. The professor, of course, knew this all too well, so he reached out and gently pinched,
removing the last cover between her plump buttocks. The elastic bodysuit shrank back,
revealing a soft tuft of black hair and pink, moist labia, including the brown
anus was also clearly visible.

The professor picked up a cucumber and used the tip to tease the fleshy buds hidden in the folds, which immediately caused a series of moans and cries
. Her snow-white buttocks swayed from side to side, while the two labia swelled and turned outwards, the bright red
tender flesh opening and closing, with water flowing out from inside. So the professor pressed one hand against her tender lips, spreading them apart
to reveal a glistening red opening. One end of the cucumber was aimed at the entrance. The beauty was powerless to struggle, her long,
bound helplessly, waiting in vain.

Professor Yu gripped the cucumber and applied some force to the most tender part, the thick end plunging into
her wet, fleshy lips. Xie Xiting gasped for breath, her sensitive nerves sensing the foreign object slowly invading her
body . The aching and painful friction there even gave her a sense of pleasure, but it also plunged her into
unbearable grievance and sorrow, large tears silently sliding down her cheeks. Suddenly, Xie Xiting felt
a sharp, throbbing pain below, and at the same time, something large and cold pierced through her lower abdomen. "Ah...
ah..." she gasped, letting out a painful groan.

At this moment, a whole cucumber had been forcefully thrust into Xie Xiting's lower body, deeply embedded in her flesh, with only
a outside. The long cucumber was completely inside the beauty's body, reaching all the way to her uterus, and
the thick cucumber stretched her vagina almost to the point of bursting, causing a sore and painful sensation in her lower abdomen. Before the girl could catch her breath,
the professor grabbed the cucumber tail protruding from her labia and began to twist it from side to side. The bristles covering the surface of the cucumber
rolled around in her vaginal cavity, frantically stimulating her most sensitive nerves. The poor girl trembled all over,
her mouth wide open but unable to make a sound. A numbing pleasure surged through her body like an electric current, and
her lower abdomen suddenly began to spasm, gushing out a large amount of hot fluid, which was
blocked by the huge object and could not escape. Xie Xiting gasped for breath, letting out soft, delicate cries. The professor grasped the exposed end and
slowly pulled it out, the green cucumber stretching a long way from between her snow-white buttocks. A gush of fluid finally
flowed from between the beauty's legs. Xie Xiting finally let out a long sigh, but the cucumber was
pushed in again, its thick, fleshy body causing the skin around her labia to cave in. Xie Xiting's
body jerked, gasping for breath, but it wasn't as painful as the first time. Instead, a sudden surge of
pleasure rushed up. Her vaginal opening involuntarily gripped the cucumber tightly, causing each pull
to violently roll out a ring of tender flesh, while sticky juice dripped down the wet cucumber.

The repeated pulling quickly caused Xie Xiting's mind to go blank for a moment, her consciousness filled only with waves of
excruciating pleasure, no longer able to utter the gasps and moans that followed. Suddenly, her waist
arched upwards twice, her thighs trembled violently, and her slender toes, bound to her sides, curled up sharply. Without warning,
a gush fluid shot from between her labia, splashing three or four feet away. The girl's body
convulsed violently on the chair, streams of vaginal fluid gushing from her twitching buttocks, flowing down the chair.

The professor then took out his camera, which he had prepared beforehand. He drew back the curtains, letting the dim light shine on the
lustful body engulfed by orgasm. He focused the lens on the already soaked pink buttocks on the chair and
pressed the shutter. The old man kept pressing the shutter, his focus always on the
cucumber still deeply inserted into the girl's body, ugly and erect between her snow-white, pink buttocks, only a small section of its bluish tip visible.
So Xie Xiting's body was bound, her private parts wide open, and a cucumber was inserted into her lower body, resulting in all sorts of unsightly behavior, which
were captured on camera.

Now only the thin end, a little over two inches long, remained. The professor took out a sharp kitchen knife and
neatly cut off the cucumber end protruding from her labia, then turned it inside out and inserted it into the girl's other orifice—her anus. Xie Xiting
groaned , sobbing, both her lower orifices were now completely filled.

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