Pure Love of a Beautiful Girl

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After finishing my marching band practice, I quickly showered in the captain's private shower room, changed into a clean set of sexy lingerie and a revealing school uniform, showing off my perfectly alluring shoulders, cleavage, shapely buttocks, and long legs, and then set off home with my sisters who were waiting for me outside, chatting.
Since I was staying at my aunt's house, I would help out at the dessert shop downstairs whenever I had free time. About 90% of the customers were young women, and the few male customers were mostly accompanying their girlfriends or wives.
Although I still felt shy when men stared at me, the women's marching band was meant to be exposed to men, and besides, I, beautiful and sexy, was now the captain and conductor responsible for attracting men's attention and scoring points.
Most of the people in the shop were pretty older women, and no one complained that my school uniform was too revealing or my skirt too short. Although the male customers who came with their female companions would try to stare at me, they couldn't be too blatant. For me, this was a good training environment, allowing me, who had only recently become a girl, to gradually adapt to the undisguised lecherous gazes of men.
My aunt's house was actually right next to our school, but the drill instructor said I was too shy and uncomfortable being seen by men, so he made me take a longer route to and from school every day, specifically choosing the routes with the most men, so that everyone on the street, young and old, could admire my alluring, smooth, and pink semi-naked female body.
The uniforms for the special recruits in the marching band were already super sexy, and the instructor asked the senior girls to alter my usual uniform to make it even more revealing and lewd. Every morning and evening, I had to circle around the school, exposing my untouched virgin pussy, pert buttocks, and lewd ass to the men following me on the steps of one pedestrian overpass after another.
To ensure my safety and prevent me from being dragged into alleys and gang-raped, my sisters would accompany me to and from school, also keeping an eye on whether I was doing a good job of following the instructor's orders. The shopping street where my aunt's house was located had already declined somewhat, and it was all thanks to the girls from our school that it was thriving. But ever since I enrolled as a special recruit for the marching band, the shopping street's foot traffic has returned to its peak. Every day, many marching band enthusiasts come to pay homage to and peek at the stunning goddess who became captain so soon after enrolling.
As a boy, I've never been good at studying, but I'm very skillful with my hands. Originally, I planned to become an apprentice at my aunt's house after graduating from junior high, learning to make desserts from my uncle. Unexpectedly, in my third year of junior high, I inexplicably transformed into an incredibly beautiful girl, and my school registration was unknowingly transferred to the cheerleading class. Although my academic performance remained terrible, I was admitted to the marching band of a prestigious girls' school through a special recruitment program, thanks to my delicate and pure face and sexy, slender figure, becoming a new resident of my aunt's house.
To my old classmates from the first and second years of junior high, I was the school beauty, the cheerleading goddess, someone they could only look up to from the moment I entered school. They all knew me, but I shouldn't have known them, because the cheerleading classroom was in the Fairy Building, far away from the boys' classrooms, and I had no chance to get to know them.
Of course, many boys in school confessed to me, sending me a ton of love letters, flowers, and gifts. Perhaps some of my male classmates from grades 7 and 8 were among them, but my memories of being a girl only started in grade 9. Before that, I was always a boy, and I have no idea who confessed to me in grades 7 and 8 in this timeline.
Except for Jing. One of my best friends from grades 7 and 8, whose nickname was "Perverted Jing," confessed to me.
Although I've always liked pretty marching band girls, it was always just pure admiration and affection; I never had any inappropriate thoughts about them. But Perverted Jing was different. His love for the marching band girls was perverted, erotic, explicit, and suggestive. Every AV he collected featured marching band girls, and he had extremely high standards. He wouldn't accept videos where the face wasn't pretty enough, the breasts weren't big enough, the waist wasn't thin enough, the buttocks weren't perky enough, the legs weren't long enough, or the skin wasn't fair enough.
Of course, the rest of us also liked marching band girls, so everyone copied a copy of those amazing videos. So, in my first and second years of junior high, I watched a lot of high-quality adult videos featuring marching band girls. I never imagined I would become a stunningly beautiful girl, with a face, figure, and long legs that surpassed even those top-tier actresses in terms of looks, beauty, and sexiness.
Even though I have no memory of it, why do I know that Jing confessed to me (as a woman) in my first and second years of junior high?
Because he's currently working at my aunt's dessert shop. Even though I tried my best to stop him and find ways to get rid of him, the perverted Jing easily passed all the tests and became a major asset to the dessert shop.
Even though he lives far away, why did he get into a high school nearby? Of course, I don't need to ask; he must have come for our school. Our school's marching band has consistently ranked first in the country for the past few years, and every special admission student is an absolute beauty. For Jing, who's obsessed with marching bands, getting into a school nearby is a given; he would never have applied to schools in other places.
Although we boys called him "Pervert Jing," he was actually quite handsome, tall, good at basketball, and academically successful. He was popular among the girls in our class, and it was rumored that girls from other classes also had a crush on him.
Our junior high cheerleading team was full of stunningly beautiful girls, and almost all of them would be recruited into the marching band for senior high.
As a girl, I was the prettiest and sexiest leader in the cheerleading team, but my grades were terrible. Jing clearly knew from the first or second year of junior high that I would definitely become a marching band member in senior high, so this hopeless marching band fanatic confessed his feelings to me back then.
When I first saw Jing in the store, I couldn't help but blush, clutching my ridiculously short skirt, and shyly called him "Pervert Jing." Even though he hadn't been introduced to me, I already knew his nickname perfectly, leading my aunt and uncle to mistakenly believe we were already acquainted. And this stunningly beautiful girl, who had never been in a relationship before, seemed to have a crush on him. Even though my skirt was already short enough, I rolled it up, revealing my incredibly alluring panties and pubic area to the boy in front of me, and didn't lower it.
Even though I was trying my best to drive him away, my aunt and uncle just thought I was being a hypocrite.
The office ladies at the shop all liked this handsome young man, and every time I badmouthed him, they laughed uncontrollably, all saying they would never steal my boyfriend, because even if they wanted to, they couldn't beat me.
No! Who, who is my boyfriend? I, I… I don't like him at all!
It's rare for my niece to fall for such a boy, especially one who's academically excellent and comes from a good family. My aunt and uncle took some time to visit Jing's rented apartment, but they weren't satisfied with the environment, so they vacated their guest room and rented it to Jing at a low price.
Jing couldn't be happier to live under the same roof as her first love. My aunt and uncle knew that I, being a bit arrogant, would definitely object, so they didn't tell me beforehand and even specially chose to have Jing move in on my birthday. My aunt and uncle were confident that I would love the surprise they had prepared for me. On
my birthday, after finishing my marching band practice, I didn't go home immediately but went to a karaoke bar with my girlfriends to celebrate. When I got back to my aunt's house, I greeted a few of the older ladies who were regulars and then went upstairs to take a shower. Since I moved in, every night I've always showered first, then my aunt, and finally my uncle. I grabbed a change of clothes from my room, went into the dressing room in front of the bathroom, took off my dress, and then, with my incredibly alluring and perfect body naked, opened the bathroom door and stood in front of Jing, who turned around when she heard me… The surprise gift my aunt and uncle had prepared was truly astonishing, making me blush with embarrassment during the family birthday celebration that evening, and I didn't dare look at Jing's seat the whole time. I don't know if Jing blushed like me, but my aunt and uncle clearly thought I really liked the gift they had prepared… Although I acted as arrogant as usual, the blush on my pretty face couldn't be hidden from anyone.
The special training ordered by the instructor continued, and every day on my way to and from school, I had to walk around the school grounds, displaying my half-naked, alluring, and lewd appearance to all the men on the street who would leer at me. Even though I led the team to victory on my first day of command, the instructor said I was still a bit reserved and wanted me to continue the special training every day until I could fully adapt to the lecherous gazes of men.
Perhaps it was because Jing had already seen my naked body, but I always felt incredibly safe around him in my sexy uniform, without the feeling of being spied on. Even though my neckline was always low and my skirt always short, I always dressed properly in front of Jing, not exposing my breasts and vulva like that time. Rationally, I
knew my defenses were clearly insufficient, but emotionally, I felt that the amount of fabric was enough to protect my beautiful body from his immediate view. This
seriously flawed perception led me to maintain the same low level of defensiveness around Jing after going upstairs. While I would be careful about my appearance and avoid any wardrobe malfunctions in front of my uncle, I could wear only a thin towel in front of Jing, chatting with him while drying my hair, calling him a pervert, then go back to my room to change into my sexiest and most lewd lingerie and underwear, then slip on a semi-transparent, spaghetti-strap nightgown, and go to Jing's room to ask him to tutor me.
My aunt always thought Jing and I were deeply in love. She kept a box of condoms in both of our rooms and repeatedly told me to protect myself and never let my boyfriend penetrate me without a condom.
Even though I didn't like him at all, I thought he was a pervert. But our relatives, friends, and guests all thought we were a very loving couple. We worked together perfectly, were always sweet and affectionate upstairs, and spent every night reading and listening to music together. Plus, when Jing and I were alone, I always dressed very provocatively and sexily.
Although I vehemently denied it, my fellow marching band members all treated Jing as my boyfriend. They never invited me to their social events, and even if they did, I would never go.
Yes, of course, I would never go to any social events. But, but, that's because… I hate guys… How could I go to a social event unless Jing went too, then I could give him a ride.
Without realizing it, Jing had become a completely part of my life.
Every day, it wasn't my bandmates who accompanied me to and from school, but Jing, this more reliable and safer guy. After all, my girlfriends were all beautiful girls in thin clothes and short skirts, and walking together might not necessarily reduce the danger. It was better for the tall Jing to accompany and escort me.
I don't know when it started, but I stopped calling him "Pervert Jing" and started calling him "Dead Pervert," "Little Pervert," or "Big Pervert" in a sweet, shy, and soft voice, blushing. The way I called him depended on my mood. My girlfriends all thought it was an affectionate nickname for my boyfriend, but actually I just didn't want to call him the way a guy would.
We lived together every day, and although Jing always respected me, the physical distance between us was obviously getting closer and closer. My beautiful shoulders, breasts, slender waist, abdomen, buttocks, long legs, and delicate feet had all been touched, caressed, and licked by him unintentionally on several occasions.
Maybe it's because I played ball with him when I was a boy, and we occasionally had physical contact, but when Jing touches my skin, I don't feel uncomfortable or disgusted. On the contrary, because I'm especially sensitive now that I'm a girl, his touch sends a tingling, comfortable, and pleasant electric current through me.
My aunt and uncle always schedule our holidays together so we can go shopping, buy clothes, and watch movies together when we're not working. This, this is definitely not a date! Absolutely not! I'm just tired and too lazy to argue with them anymore. Going to the movies alone is strange and unsafe. Anyway, Jing is usually my protector, so having him accompany me to the movies is perfectly reasonable.
Now that I'm a girl, I'm so weak; I can't carry much stuff when shopping. Having someone to help me out means I can buy more without worry, and I can even ask Jing to pay for it with his salary, saving my own savings.
To make up for it, whenever I spent his money, I would ask him to pick out clothes for me, specifically the styles he liked and wanted me to wear, including close-fitting bras, panties, stockings, and thigh-high stockings. However, the latter items seemed a bit too stimulating for a virgin like him. After that, when I bought underwear, he would just hand over the money and wait outside the store, letting me choose whatever I liked. I would then wear them for him after showering that night, letting him admire them with wide eyes.
Perhaps out of curiosity, I would occasionally ask Jing what kind of girls he liked. Of course, I knew he liked marching band girls, but not every marching band girl was suitable; there were always some requirements to take things further. Although I could never be his girlfriend, as the marching band captain, I could introduce him to someone! To me, he would always be that perverted Jing, but to the marching band sisters, he was a good, reliable guy.
Every time I asked this question, Jing would blush and refuse to answer. I knew he definitely had a girl he liked, and it was definitely a marching band girl. But he always kept his mouth shut, not revealing a single condition. Even if I wanted to introduce him to someone, I wouldn't know where to begin.
Ah, never mind, I was just asking casually anyway. My girlfriends already thought we were a loving couple. Even if I did introduce Jing to a girlfriend, they'd probably think I was joking. We have absolutely nothing to do with each other; we're just roommates who live under the same roof and study together to prepare for college entrance exams. I don't like him at all, not even a little bit. It's true, I'm not being arrogant.
For three years of high school, Jing and I were inseparable, going on so many dates I lost count. With Jing's help, I reviewed my elementary and middle school courses, and then learned and reviewed all the high school material several times. Although my grades were never as good as Jing's, getting into an ordinary university was still a piece of cake.
Besides, I had achievements in the marching band competitions, so in my senior year, I accepted an offer from a top university, planning to be classmates with Jing for another four years.
Of course, my major is almost entirely female, and all of them are beautiful girls. The major Jing wants to study makes my head spin just hearing the name, so even if he can continue tutoring me, I don't plan to go to the same college or take the same courses as him. Except, of course, general education courses. I want to take all the courses unrelated to my major with Jing; that way, exams and reports will be much easier, as long as he teaches me.
Because of my stunning beauty, the distribution of regular customers at the shop has changed significantly over the past three years. Although the absolute number of female customers is several times higher than three years ago, the proportion of new male customers is much higher. In total, almost 90% of the customers come specifically for me, and during my working hours, the male-to-female ratio in the shop is often as high as 1:1.
Fortunately, everyone thinks Jing is my boyfriend, including those male customers who have a crush on me and come to the shop specifically to see me.
Although the higher proportion of male customers made us a little embarrassed about our regular clients, the office ladies didn't seem to mind. In fact, three unmarried couples even met and fell in love while sharing a table, and our shop even provided the desserts for their wedding banquets.
Traditionally, the student council president or the top student represents graduates on stage. However, in the past three years, I not only led the marching band to sweep all the championships, but also broke the band's all-time best academic record. Chosen as the graduate representative, I stood on stage in the sexiest and most alluring marching band captain's uniform, delivering my thank-you speech in a sweet, delicate voice.
Perhaps because I was so beautiful, sexy, and charming, the male teachers sitting behind me on stage and the male students in the audience all became aroused halfway through my speech. I pretended not to notice the strange behavior and finished reading my speech, blushing. However, the next step after my speech was for everyone to stand and sing the school song, but all the male teachers and students couldn't stand up. In the end, everyone sang the song awkwardly while seated.
Jing came to the graduation ceremony. Amidst the cheers of my fellow marching band members, he gently lifted me up in a princess carry, my face flushed, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. To onlookers, we must have looked like a truly loving couple.
However, my marching band skirt was far too short and too revealing, so after the photos were taken, I struggled to get him to put me down.
Jing didn't put me down.
He kissed me.
I… was stunned. His kisses drove me wild, brought me to a fever pitch, and left my heart trembling with uncontrollable emotions.
Surrounded by my fellow marching band members, I was brought to orgasm by his kisses. Twice.
I finally became Jing's girlfriend.
I no longer felt arrogant towards him, only coquettishness remained.
Of course, I would still act childish towards him, pretend to be angry, and sweetly call him a pervert. But I finally faced my own heart, realizing I had long since fallen in love with him, loved him as a girl.
For four years of university, I was the undisputed campus beauty, no other girl could rival my looks or sexiness. But everyone knew that the goddess was already taken, dating her boyfriend since high school.
We attended our freshman year general education classes together, and even after that, despite being in different colleges and departments, we often met up on campus, our love blossoming.
In my junior year, Jing proposed to me, and I blushed and accepted. However, our wedding wasn't until after we graduated from university, and I kept my virginity until our wedding night, giving it to him, to this deadbeat virgin who, like me, had absolutely no sexual experience.
Jing's treasured collection of erotic videos was all thrown away back in high school. I felt so sorry, because all my copies disappeared after I became a girl. Luckily, I had watched them countless times back then, and I still remember many of the plots and positions clearly. Of course, as a girl, I couldn't unlock those advanced techniques right now; my dear husband had to take responsibility for guiding and training me, using his thick, long, hard, and hot whip to educate me with love, turning my beautiful female student into his exclusive love slave, making my incredibly lustful wife forever lustful only for him, forever orgasming only for him.
[The End]

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