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The story of a Chinese student being seduced and raped by an African American.
Some things in life make you feel like a bastard. These things might be
good deeds you did, or things you could have avoided that harmed others but didn't.

Sometimes, it's both…
—Homemade 'Celebrity Quotes'

I always thought my college life was wonderful. As a smart student, I
got good grades effortlessly. As a handsome boy, I had plenty of opportunities to attend all kinds of parties and indulge in my youth. And I had a girlfriend. A very beautiful girl who
loved to be pinned down on the dorm bed and fucked hard . 　　After we were done, I would imagine how her parents worried about their precious daughter, wondering if she was doing well at school . Usually, I couldn't help but laugh. If the two elders could see their darling, her pussy filled with my big cock, looking so happy, I wonder if they would think she was doing well or not? 　　Although I occasionally changed my tastes, I was quite content with only one friend. I was also very happy to have made a group of good friends during my three years of college life. But how could I have foreseen that someone's appearance would disrupt everything? 　　Her name was Hu Li. If you're interested, I can tell you that the pronunciation of her name, like her, is very close to a kind of syrup you spread on a soft biscuit. And she was Chinese, and probably the most alluringly beautiful girl I 'd ever seen. 　　I first saw her in a winter class. One of my best friends in college, David, was also there. When she walked into the classroom, David and I were both instantly captivated, exchanging knowing smiles, completely mesmerized. 　　I already had a girlfriend. So, I had to bury all the burning desire that arose within me deep inside. But David was different; he didn't have a steady bed partner. The blatant lust in his eyes far exceeded the admiration or affection most men show when they see a beautiful woman. Perhaps I wasn't as passionate as David, or at least not then. I swear, David definitely fell in love with Hu Li at first sight. 　　Regardless, when the research topics were assigned, we both managed to squeeze into Hu Li's research group. Sitting next to her only amplified the allure of this young, foreign girl. 　　Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back and shoulders like inky black water. Her flawless white teeth revealed a joyful and innocent smile. Hu Li was dressed quite conservatively. However, her body was completely unrestrained. It seemed ready to burst forth, displaying its fullness and slenderness, its curvaceous and exquisite beauty. 　　Hu Li's waist was as thin as a pencil. I dare say that if I were to hold it with both hands, my fingertips could touch. I suspected she possessed some secret method to transfer her extra weight to her breasts. Beneath her blouse and jacket, her two hemispherical breasts were so full, so alluring. 　　Since it was the dead of winter, the rest of Hu Li's body was left for the men present to imagine. The cold classroom was hardly suitable for small, revealing coats or form-fitting miniskirts. However, the more we got to know , the less we believed she would wear such things. 　　Huli had recently come from China, starting school a year later than us. According to her, in a Chinese university, she would be considered our "junior." However, she was exceptionally intelligent and hardworking, and the curriculum in Chinese high school far more extensive and in-depth than that of grades 9-12 in the US. Therefore, although she was a sophomore, she took mostly junior courses. This is why we had so many opportunities to meet. 　　Her parents hoped their child would have a bright future. So, even though they had to tighten their belts, they sent their daughter to study in the US. Huli lived up to their expectations, easily receiving her acceptance letter. Before she left, her parents repeatedly urged her to focus on her studies in America and not to "mess around" like American college students . 　　They knew their daughter was old enough to be susceptible to falling in love. They could only repeatedly warn Hu Li not to forget Chinese traditions. If she met a boy she liked, she could date him, but she couldn't "act recklessly." She absolutely couldn't let him "bully" her. She had to find out about his family background first and send his photo back to her parents. She had to wait until after graduating from university, and bring the boy back to China to meet her parents, before discussing marriage… 　　Therefore, Hu Li became a very special "oddity" among her classmates. She was beautiful and radiant, but never flirted with him. She spoke softly and was kind, but never struck up a conversation with strangers. She was petite, gentle, and polite, but never accepted boys' advances. She was kind to every classmate, but maintained . 　　Everyone knew she was a very conservative girl. Even the slightest hint of sexuality in conversation would immediately bring a pitiful blush to her face. The boys all knew that if anyone dared to ask her if she was a virgin she would faint. Of course, we all knew it was pointless to ask if she was a virgin, and we planned to maintain that until she finally got married. 　　Ah, the wedding hall! I laughed at poor David; he must have already discovered that the chain of the church wedding bell's hammer was attached to Julia's magnificent breasts! I couldn't help but laugh because I noticed that David was always the first to arrive at our group activities to meet Julia; and after the activities, he always left after we had all dispersed. I wondered what they talked about during those private moments. But I had to do my best to control my jealousy and not act suspiciously when they were together. 　　After all, I already had a girlfriend. And I could confidently say that she was a very, very beautiful girl. 　　Have you ever seen that genuine joy written on someone's face? Have you ever heard that profound, uplifting cry from a friend's lips? 　　David invited Julia out for a formal date. She readily agreed. I must confess, I was fucking a little jealous. 　　I found myself attending fewer and fewer group meetings. This is not because I am unwilling to study it seriously.

The research topic itself wasn't the issue; rather, it was the difficulty I had in controlling my penis during the meeting. I could rationally suppress my inner desires, but
I couldn't stop my body's physiological reactions. The length, hardness, and duration of my erection all increased with
each research group meeting.

I thought my measures to avoid contact were very clever, and that I was doing a good job. Little did I know, it was at this moment that I saw Hu Li
wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

The library's heating was much better than the classroom's. One evening, we decided to hold a research group meeting there. The luxurious
indoor temperature allowed Hu Li to take off the jacket she always wore. Underneath it was a
snow-white, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt that I had never seen before, almost revealing the entire contour of her body.

It was clear that Hu Li had bought it when it fit perfectly. Gradually, it shrank and became smaller, but Hu Li still wore it.
Its short sleeves barely covered the girl's shoulders. Each button
left . However, the real killer, what drove me completely mad, was
the bra that was faintly visible under the shirt. To be honest, Hu Li had tried her best to cover it with her blouse, but the lace
bra was still faintly visible.

I could see Hu Li's bra! Right through the tight white blouse! I could discern the differences in how the soft satin of the bra reflected light at different points
beneath . And the pattern of the lace trim on the bra straps. And
the apex of the bra, where it pressed directly against her nipples.

I could even see the faint woven pattern on the soft satin. It was a delicate
pattern made of rose petals. I thought this pattern contained both the meaning of chastity and pure sexual intercourse.

I had to excuse myself, so I used the excuse of going to the restroom. Rushing into an empty stall, I desperately suppressed
the urge to masturbate. I couldn't believe my eyes. What was going on? Damn it, I already had
a girlfriend! And a very, very beautiful one at that, what more did you want?

But this girl was incredible! She spoke with a slightly alluring accent. She always covered her face shyly with her hands when she laughed
. But she could react instantly, delivering a
joke she made up herself.

She kept tugging at her blouse, magically stretching it to prevent the hem from slipping out of her waistband
.

And she was a virgin. A well-mannered, dignified, traditional girl. Her tender red lips had
probably never been kissed by any man. She was the purest flower on campus,
the most elegant, freshest, most innocent, and most charming beauty I had ever seen.

So, as I said, from then on, I tried to avoid contact with her. For most
beautiful women, the longer you spend with them, the stronger your desire for them becomes. It's
like a power meter with an ever-rising pointer. I hoped that once I left their company, the
pointer would fall back to zero.

Unfortunately, this didn't apply to Hu Li; the power meter only rose. After I stopped seeing her, the pointer
continued to rise. Luckily, it rose much more slowly. I'm a bit of a jerk; even
seeing other Chinese women makes my penis hard. Although none of them are even
half , they all remind me of her.

The New Year arrived, and the first semester of third grade ended. David and Hu Li had been friends for quite some time. I
have to sadly admit that they finally became boyfriend and girlfriend. The sadness, of course, is for myself. I
was genuinely happy for David's good fortune.

I did have a very beautiful girlfriend; and I was happy to accept the fact that my best
friend had found an unparalleled girlfriend who would make any man's heart flutter.

I managed to stay away from Hu Li for two weeks. During those long 14 days, I couldn't see Hu Li,
but she never disappeared from my heart. This was the two weeks of Christmas and New Year's break before the new semester started. After the break
, I saw Hu Li again. We were in the same class in another subject. But this time, David wasn't there; he
wasn't interested in this humanities course.

Hu Li strode into the classroom, wearing a simple, fitted yellow top. A row of
white buttons down the center seam fastened from the top down. What caught my attention was her lower body attire… I had never
seen her wear anything like this before… it was a pair of shorts. Actually, the shorts were quite simple in style. Just a
white, casually cut pair with a few pockets and a belt.

It was beneath the shorts that her two pink legs caught my eye. The sight was so captivating that
I couldn't resist, my heart pounding.

Hu Li's smooth, tanned skin framed her long, slender legs. From her heels to her calves, from her calves to her thighs, and from
her thighs to her hips, the proportions were impeccable. Looking at Hu Li's flawless legs, the delicate skin
shimmering under the fluorescent light—they were so perfect, without a single flaw, that I almost mistook them for
nylon stockings. Yet, they were absolutely natural and naked, beautifully exposed before my eyes.

"Anyone with a penis should take a good look at that chick!" a vulgar voice said.

Frank's lewdness shocked me. If we can truly call each other friends, this guy is
one . We've known each other for almost as long as I've been friends with David. The three of us
are the same age and went to school together. So, I can say I know him. I'd categorize him more as a jerk or an idiot
than a close friend like David. This guy can be so arrogant and rude at times that it's
unbearable; then turn around and he's obsequious or deliberately friendly, making it hard to criticize him
too much.

*** *** *** ***

Speaking of which, I have to elaborate a bit more on this scoundrel, Frank.

As the saying goes, good people often have bad luck, while bad people often have divine help. This is an unchanging truth. The saying "life
is not fair" means exactly this.

As cruel fate has repeatedly proven, people like Frank seem to always have
the protection of Lady Luck. He's not particularly striking in appearance, with the typical short, curly hair, flat nose, and thick lips of an African American. However,
as someone who received an athletic scholarship, his physique was indeed superb. He was nearly two meters tall, with well-developed muscles all over his body.
Silky flesh. Except for the short pubic hair, his entire body was smooth and silky, his skin jet black and glossy.

With such a well-built physique, his movements were naturally quick and agile. As long as he didn't utter any vulgarities,
standing next to him and admiring the fluidity of his every move was indeed a pleasure.

Especially his penis, unmatched by any white man. I'm not a voyeur, and
I'm not interested in other people's private parts. Even when I encounter naked classmates coming out of the shower in the gym's locker room, I
try best not to look at them. For three years, I didn't even know what David, my best friend, looked like, nor did I want
to know.

But Frank was different. You might call him an exhibitionist. He would find any opportunity to show himself off.
Not just his well-built muscles, but more importantly, his naturally large genitals. Whether it was the limp,
one-eyed snake hanging between his legs or the erect, ferocious giant rod, he was afraid that others wouldn't see it.

Especially at the lewd parties often held in fraternity dormitories on campus, Frank was always the first to strip naked and lead the way,
pinning down white girls on the living room carpet and publicly displaying his lewdness. The organizers of these fraternity parties naturally understood
the importance of the first person to dare to break the ice, so every party insisted on inviting Frank as a guest.

At the parties, whether they were prepared couples or lone wolves seeking opportunities, whether they were regulars at the
lewd parties or blushing newcomers,
their attention was naturally drawn to the glistening, black penis repeatedly thrusting into the pink vagina,
beneath Frank's muscular, dark, and imposing body, a small, white body seemingly enduring both pain and pleasure.

This stark contrast of black and white, this unbelievable size difference, inevitably
brought an indescribable spiritual shock to everyone at the party. Once the wildfire was ignited, natural instincts would inevitably sweep over and devour every man and woman
present . Whether you were a lewd scoundrel or a virgin, no one was exempt.

Every boy on campus knew of Frank's misdeeds, and the girls naturally whispered among themselves. Frank
fully exploited this reputation. Therefore, he was never short of female companions.

Besides his extraordinary talent, Frank also had a wealthy and doting
father . His family lived locally, and his father owned a photography studio in the city. After the studio closed in the evenings, it
became Frank's domain. He used its resources to achieve his own goals.

I once had the opportunity to see many of the prettiest girls on campus happily jump into Frank's convertible,
saying they were going to the photo studio to take "elegant" photos. I wonder how many of these women actually showed Frank
more than just their glamorous smiles? I wonder how many of these women did
things with Frank that went beyond taking photos?

*** *** *** ***

I turned around to face Frank, who had just made that outrageous statement, saying, "Every guy with a penis should take a good look at that chick
." For a moment, I didn't even realize that the "chick" he was referring to was Hu Li. When I saw his
lecherous eyes fixed on Hu Li, I glared at him angrily.

"Watch your mouth, that's my friend's girlfriend!"

"Dude, didn't you see how fucking sexy that chick is?"

"Yeah, but she's not your average girl," I retorted to Frank. I couldn't repeat his vulgarity
. "Fuckingly sexy" had nothing to do with Hu Li's extraordinary charm.

But then Hu Li parted from her friends and walked towards me. She cheerfully greeted me with a "
hello " and sat down in the seat in front of me. This meant this class would be a
double torture for me, both physically and mentally…

Hu Li casually turned to the side, and I could easily see the thin straps of her yellow bra
. They clearly led to the bra itself, supporting her beautiful breasts. Hu Li's shoulders were narrow,
making her appear delicate. Her long black hair cascaded alluringly over her shoulders. Each time she lightly brushed them with her hand, they would
float gracefully from her shoulders to her back, like a stream of black water flowing from her head down her spine.

I vaguely felt my hands were already on Hu Li's shoulders, gently and tenderly caressing her. My hands slowly
moved down, to her breasts. The dreamlike images and sensations were so clear in my mind that my thoughts joyfully
commanded my fingertips to sneak inside her short top, and then touch the smooth cups of Hu Li's bra. Her
nipples were at the top of the cups, and I could feel the heat radiating from the girl's breasts.

At this moment, my hearing also suddenly awoke, and I heard Hu Li's barely audible breath in my eardrums. It was a sigh that
the girl quietly released from between her lips due to sexual pleasure...

It was all so real, so beautiful, so indescribable. Until—

"Do you have any extra pencils you can lend me?" Hu Li turned her face with a refreshing smile and asked me what I
needed.

I hadn't fully woken up from my daydream. What she said didn't matter. "Lend me a pencil,
take my wallet, or even ask me to kill someone."

I shifted my position and handed the pencil to Huli. I had to thank the desk; it blocked Huli's view and
prevented her from noticing the huge bulge in my crotch.

Frank seemed to be watching Huli the whole time. He, who had never studied seriously and often skipped classes ,
was now attending every single one. Every day in class, I caught him sneaking glances at Huli. When he noticed me watching him,
the kid would shamelessly turn and wink at me. As if I was thinking the same thing as him: fuck her.

But for someone like Frank, a lewd grin wasn't enough. He was the kind of person
who never hesitated to proclaim any disgusting thoughts in the most vulgar language.

"Hey, man, seriously, I fucking want to fuck her," Frank
came up . "Just think about how comfortable it feels to have that tiny, rice-grain-sized hole,
that Chinese cunt so much tighter than any girlfriend you're used to fucking, gripping your cock..."

"Come on, Frank," I interrupted before he could finish. "Please don't use such vulgar language
to insult my friend's girlfriend."

It sounded like I was using the most noble language to defend a lady's honor. Deep down, however, I
really wanted to finish the image Frank hadn't yet depicted! But what I actually said was:

"If anyone ends up sleeping with Huli, it'll be David."

"What?" The cunning Frank immediately seized on the unspoken crucial information. Excited and oblivious to whether
the surrounding classmates could hear, he shouted, "You mean David hasn't fucked her yet?"

Ugh, why can't I control my mouth?

"Dude, that's brilliant!" Frank, ignoring my regret, became even more excited, his eyebrows dancing.
"That means this chick is still in the game! Or you could say she's hoping to find someone better, with
a bigger !"

"It's not what you think," I quickly explained. "Huli is a very traditional girl. She wants to
remain chaste for her husband until their wedding night."

"Hey, that's just bullshit!" Frank was still excited. "If she meets
a man who knows how to have fun, she'll fuck like a slut!"

This guy was incredibly arrogant, always believing he understood women best. Seeing me unconsciously shaking my head,
he naturally saw my disapproval.

"Don't believe me?" he said eagerly. "Well, let's make a bet."

"Don't joke around. Go to class."

"I'll bet you $100 right now," Frank persisted. "I said we have a way to make
that girl happily fuck us."

"Frank, don't talk nonsense."

"Damn, I'm serious! $100! You got it?"

"No way," I said, getting into it too, it was a real game of who was afraid of who. "Even if you could do it, how would you prove it?"

"I'd record it," the cunning Frank had anticipated this before even trying to provoke me.

I knew I'd fallen into Frank's trap. I wanted to believe that my willingness to bet stemmed from my
trust in Hu Li. Her self-restraint in maintaining her chastity allowed me to accept Frank's challenge. I didn't admit to having any unspeakable
desires. That intense
fantasy of . No, I didn't admit that desire was what led me astray.

But I accepted Frank's bet. I knew in my heart that if anything happened, I would bear
a heavy responsibility.

Frank wanted me to promise not to interfere with his actions in the slightest. I also had to agree to do anything he
asked of me and not to let Julia know anything about the bet or Frank's intentions. I
retorted to this bastard, what reason did he have to think I would do that? I wanted to see him fail. Frank
grinned and insisted on those conditions, saying that if I ended up losing $100, he would make me feel like I'd lost it all.

I had to admit, he had a point. This guy had already noticed that
the way was unusual. He could tell that the girl's beauty had captivated me, even defined my sexual desire. Yes, I
valued Julia very much, and if I lost, it wouldn't just be $100.

I didn't know what Frank was really up to, but in the end, I agreed to all his conditions.

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