[My boyfriend likes to train me] (01) Author: oneviw

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Author: oneviw
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Today I dressed very differently from usual. I wore a denim shirt on top and blue
jeans on the bottom, paired with black and white canvas shoes. It was a completely unisex outfit. I also wore a baseball cap, but I pulled
the brim down as low as I could.

"Aren't you there yet? I miss you, baby, hurry up."

My boyfriend, A-Peng, kept sending me text messages on my phone urging me to come over. I was still on the way, feeling uneasy,
wondering would be recognized when I got to the boys' dormitory.

Today happened to be Sunday, and many people on campus would be going home.
There were far fewer people on the streets than usual, which added a bit of safety to my adventure.

I was less than fifty meters away from the boys' dormitory where A-Peng was. I was still
feeling uneasy and scared.

A-Peng and I started dating in our sophomore year, and it's been almost a year now. Our relationship
has developed very quickly. We've tried everything we should and shouldn't have done. With the development of our sexual relationship, our
relationship can be said to be the closest thing to each other besides our parents.

"This won't do, let's find somewhere else to play."

Four or five boys with basketballs brushed past me. I deliberately pretended to be playing on my phone,
burying my head in my chest.

I recognized one of them; the
one , and he also lived in this dorm. I just didn't know if he shared a room with A-Peng.

Listening to their footsteps fade into the distance, I let out a long sigh of relief. Luckily, he hadn't noticed.

The fifty meters passed in the blink of an eye. I strolled slowly past the door, casually
glancing inside. The dorm supervisor was in her room, head down, doing something.

My heart finally calmed down a little. There was no one there now; if I missed this
opportunity I didn't know if I'd be able to get in later. Without hesitation, I kept my head down, walking as quietly as possible to avoid attracting
the supervisor's attention.

When I reached the nearby stairwell, I quickly walked up it. Those short,
dozen steps were more thrilling than any path I'd ever walked before.

As soon as I crossed that half-staircase, my heart finally settled. Now the dorm
supervisor wouldn't be able to spot me.

"Sixth floor, 616,"

I repeated A-Peng's dorm number to myself. On each floor, I looked towards the corridor and stairwell, heading towards
areas where no one was around, trying to avoid bumping into anyone.

A-Peng had texted me saying he'd leave the dorm door open, and I could just walk in without knocking
.

His dorm was near the end of the corridor, and with each step, I was afraid someone
from the next dorm might suddenly recognize me.

Luckily, most of the boys were playing games in their dorms on Sundays,
and I could hear their loud shouts whenever I passed their doors, as if it increased their chances of winning.

When I reached A-Peng's dorm, my heart was pounding more than ever before
. Anyone from any of the nearby dorms could easily recognize me.

"616, that's it."

I looked at the number plate on the door frame. Normally, there's a small glass window on the main door so the dorm
supervisor can check who's in, but I noticed many dorms had
covered it with cardboard.

I had no way of knowing if Apeng was inside, and I was also worried about another possibility: what if there were
other people inside besides Apeng? That would definitely let everyone know.

"I'm going to the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes. Anyone want to come with me?"

"Get me a pack too, thanks."

"Go to hell! Call me daddy and I'll get you some! Hurry up! Come with me."

I thought to myself, "Oh no!" The people from the next dorm were going to the convenience store. There was no time for me to think or hesitate.
I pushed open the door to 616, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut behind me.

Leaning against the dorm door, the first thing I saw was Apeng staring at me in disbelief, then
beaming joy as he strode towards me, excitedly saying, "Baby, you're finally here! Why did it take you so long? Do you
know how anxious I was waiting here?"

Looking at his nonchalant attitude, completely oblivious to the perilous journey he'd
gone through, I felt a surge of anger. I punched him in the chest. "You still have the nerve to talk back? It's all your fault! Do you know how dangerous that was? And you're
still making sarcastic remarks!"

I feigned anger, and in fact, I was. Sometimes I had to let him know I wasn't
without temper. This was the method my dorm buddies and I had devised to deal with guys this way
.

Seeing my anger, Apeng immediately put on a respectful smile. "Baby, you've had a tough time. How did it go
? Did anyone see us?"

"You said it!"

"Keep your voice down, there are people next door."

Only then did I realize I hadn't locked the door after coming in. If someone had actually pushed it open, it would have been disastrous.

The moment I turned to close the door, Apeng hugged me tightly from behind. His head rested on my shoulder
, his breath hot on the lingering scent of shampoo in my hair—I had washed it before leaving
.

"Baby, your hair smells so good, and so does your body,"

he said, his hands starting to wander, his arms around my waist moving down to my thighs.

I was both shy and excited: "Oh! What are you doing? Let go of me, please!"

Apeng's hot breath hit my neck, almost burning me.

Apeng's hands roughly kneaded my breasts. I knew
why , so I wasn't wearing any other underwear, completely naked
. The moment he hugged me, my nipples stood erect.

Apeng was startled when his hands touched my breasts, saying, "Baby,
aren't you wearing anything underneath?"

I nodded shyly. That jerk, Apeng, had clearly touched me, yet he still insisted I admit it verbally.

Seeing my nod, Apeng was overwhelmed with excitement, which he could only express through his actions.
He kissed my neck and sucked hard, just like he always did when he sucked on my nipples,
like a child wanting milk. Several times, my nipples were almost swollen from his sucking.

One of Apeng's hands had already slipped inside my clothes, and his
rough hand, which he often used for basketball, covered my breasts without any hindrance. My breasts weren't particularly large, but they were still quite
substantial. I had looked up my breast type online, and it seemed to be called something like "bamboo shoot breasts." The lower part of the nipple
is fuller, while the upper part has a certain curve and droops down, but overall, it looks very perky from the side.

"Baby, I love you, I love you so much, do you love me?"

Hearing A-Peng's rapid breathing behind me, I knew his genitals were about to explode. It
wasn't just a guess; I could clearly feel his lazy erection on my buttocks.

Although our private parts were still separated by layers of fabric, his massive member seemed
unable to restrain itself, pounding against my buttocks with each thrust, making my vagina gush with fluid.

A-Peng once praised my buttocks as more beautiful and sexy than those AV actresses. He had also
secretly taken photos of me from behind during our lovemaking and shown them to me afterwards. Although I was angry, he had already taken them, so I
just beat him up and gave him a good scolding.

To be honest, if I only looked at that photo from behind, I wouldn't recognize myself at all
. I've never looked at my own buttocks so closely before, and I think
many people are like that, unless they also have a despicable, lecherous boyfriend like A-Peng (laughs).

In the photo, my butt was sticking up high, my body hunched over, head down, leaning weakly against the bed, while Ah Peng, completely
naked, was using his big, disgusting, lazy penis to penetrate my little sister.

Later, Ah Peng told me that the shape of my butt was like a peach, though I never heard him say it in such detail.
This jerk Ah Peng, after taking advantage of me, would say all sorts of nonsense to humiliate me. Once, when we went to
a fruit shop, he saw a fuzzy peach and excitedly held it up, saying, "Look, there's my favorite
peach!"

I was so embarrassed I blushed uncontrollably in the shop. The shopkeeper helplessly told him it wasn't
a peach , it was a fuzzy peach. The other people picking out fruit in the shop were secretly laughing at him.

I knew he deliberately said "peach" for me to hear, wanting to see my reaction, but then pretended to be a
complete idiot who didn't know the difference between a peach and a fuzzy peach, making me feel both embarrassed and ashamed.

"Baby, I want it, please give it to me."

Without even waiting for my consent, A-Peng started taking off my clothes. He knew I was already
here, so how could I possibly refuse him?

But sometimes girls need to know when to refuse; only then will men appreciate them and feel more valuable.
I grabbed A-Peng's hand as it tried to reach down and said firmly, "No, I'm still angry. You
're not allowed ."

A-Peng's mind was practically running on his lower body at this point. He didn't care what I was saying,
or maybe he thought I was just joking. He kept calling me "baby" and saying all sorts of sweet nothings, while
his pubic hair continued to reach into my pants.

Because I was wearing tight jeans, it was
n't to reach all the way in.

"Let go, I'm getting angry!"

I raised my voice slightly. A-Peng seemed to have been doused with cold water, finally
sobering up a bit. Or maybe he was afraid of being heard by the students next door.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't I already apologize? What more do you want?"

I know how painful it is to have desires rising but not be touched. Sometimes,
when Ah Peng is enjoying himself, he'll suddenly pull out his penis and rub it back and forth at the entrance, teasing me and
forcing me to say erotic things.

I know many men enjoy hearing women say suggestive things, so sometimes I just go
along with him rather than surrendering because I'm burning with desire.

"What do you mean, what more do I want? Who told me to come here? I've come all this way and you don't even offer me any comfort, not even a little coaxing
. I'm like takeout food; you can have whatever you want."

Ah Peng saw that I seemed genuinely angry, and his previously annoyed expression became docile.
Actually, I wasn't really angry with him.

It's just a girl's occasional tantrum; when she gets angry, it's not for any particular reason, she just
needs a guy to coax her.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I just waited for you for so long, I was a little excited to see you,
it was my fault. How about I go shopping with you for clothes later?"

Apeng is quick-witted and has his own way of coaxing girls. He knows I like shopping
and buying clothes, so catering to my interests naturally makes me happy.

"You never consider my feelings, you just force yourself on me. If you do this again,
I'll see if I talk to you anymore."

After being assertive, I naturally turn back into a soft and cute little sister, so that the guy can save face.

Seeing that my expression and tone have improved, Apeng knows I'm not angry anymore, and he goes back to his
playful self , grabbing my hand and saying, "I know, I won't do it again next time. Even if I want to penetrate you
, I'll ask you first, how deep and how fast, okay?"

That's how he is, as long as you give him a little bit of a hard time, he becomes unrestrained, but that's exactly
how I like him.

"You're so annoying! If you say that again, I'm ignoring you. It's disgusting!"

I playfully punched his chest, feigning shyness. Apeng laughed, grabbed my wrist, and pulled
me into his arms, holding me tightly. He gazed at me intently from head to toe, his expression deeply affectionate. I
loved his ability to be mischievous when necessary and romantic when the mood struck.

But the moment our eyes met, his thick lips pressed against mine, his tongue beginning its assault on
my territory.

This long, passionate French kiss reignited the lingering desire within me. His large hands...
He kneaded my buttocks with varying pressure, while his other hand deftly slipped between my legs
, teasing my genitals through my jeans. The sensory stimulation wasn't intense, but the
fantasy of knowing exactly what would happen next was more captivating.

As Apeng removed his clothes, my long-sleeved shirt and jeans were also taken off, leaving me
only in my underwear.

"Still this pink one, baby, how did you know it's my favorite? You even wore it specially."

I'd seen a female celebrity wearing this pink underwear online and bought the same
style out of curiosity. There wasn't anything particularly special about it, except the crotch area was more
transparent than the surrounding fabric, revealing my pubic hair upon closer inspection.

I didn't answer him. Instead, I turned my back to him, sticking out my peach-like buttocks and
smiling at him. Sure enough, Apeng, that lecherous guy, was already
staring wide-eyed, his mouth practically watering, after just a simple tease.

He didn't say anything more, rushed over and hugged me tightly, pressing his rock-hard
erection against my buttocks, rubbing up and down. To make a man devoted to you, sometimes a little
temptation is necessary, but you can't go too far and make him think you're a prostitute. You need to figure out the
right .

"Baby, stop torturing me, just give it to me, I want it."

This time, although Apeng was already on the verge of exploding, he still obediently didn't take off my
last layer of underwear, probably because he was scared by what I had just done.

I smiled and said, "You're not without hands, you can do it yourself if you want it."

After my little hint, Apeng immediately understood. I wish he understood my
feelings like this in other places too, but you can't expect men to understand women that much, otherwise what's
the fun ?

I never expected that Ah Peng would do things so unpredictably. Instead of using his hands to take off my underwear, he
knelt down, grabbed my waist, and before I could figure out what he was doing, he
bit the edge of my underwear with his mouth, like a dog chewing on something, and slowly pulled it down.

His comical appearance made me both amused and increasingly aroused. Ah Peng was indeed a
man who knew how to manipulate women, not in terms of his skills in bed, but in terms of what he knew
to arouse a woman's emotions.

My underwear was slowly pulled down to my ankles, but he wasn't satisfied. He picked up my feet
and started licking each one with his tongue.

"No, it's dirty."

I had just walked all the way from the girls' dormitory, and my feet were already sweaty. Although they didn't smell,
I still didn't want to leave a bad impression on Ah Peng.

Through our sex life, I've learned that Apeng seems to have a particular fascination with feet. He didn't show it at first
, but as we made love more often, he started asking me to perform foot fetishes on him, sometimes barefoot, sometimes with
stockings . Sometimes, like now, he'd hold my feet and lick them repeatedly. But that was always
after I'd washed my toes thoroughly in the bathroom. This is the first time he'd directly licked my feet while they still smelled of their original scent
.

Suddenly, I realized I was getting much more wet than usual; it feels really perverted.

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