(Repost) My High School Life, Part 6

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(reprinted) My High School Life (6) and Her First Time Author: Hou Longze Xiuming

"I'm sorry." Yanxuan said very softly, walking past me with her head down. Her friend Mengzhen
glared at me, and that look... was very strange. I almost bumped into them at the corner of the corridor just now.
It had been a long time since I had spoken to her. This was probably the only conversation we had in a while, but it was
n't really a conversation because I didn't respond to her at all.

Actually, I... I really wanted to talk to her again, but why should I be the one to apologize first? She was the one
who apologized to ! The first time was fine, I could pretend that she didn't understand what she was doing and didn't know how to refuse; but
the second time I saw it, it was obvious that they had been maintaining this relationship for a long time. She not only helped him whenever he asked, but
she also seemed to enjoy that feeling. What exactly happened to my innocent girlfriend?

Many times, I lay in bed fantasizing that one day she would suddenly wake up, call me, or come to me,
hug me tightly, and tell me she was wrong, that she didn't know why she had those relationships with him, and that she still loved
me very much. But none of these fantasies came true. Several times, I impulsively wanted to call her, but I didn't know where to
begin. Should I tell her I saw them doing that in the classroom? Or that I saw them doing it from her balcony?

Several times after school, I deliberately went back to the school classroom to see if they were doing that again,
but the only time I saw them in the classroom, perhaps because exams were approaching, they seemed to be studying very seriously
, and there were other students in the classroom until they left, so I didn't see
anything inappropriate. I also thought about climbing onto their balcony to spy on them again, but several times I mustered up the courage to go to the back alley of her house,
but there was no sign of anyone inside.

Although I really wanted to know if they continued doing those things, in reality, just
looking at their backs at school, seeing him whispering in her ear, the heartache in my heart made it impossible for me to watch anymore
. I think about how his involvement has jeopardized my already strained relationship with my girlfriend, a relationship on the verge of collapse, much
like the thin, glistening thread drawn between their intertwined tongues that day.

But for some reason, whenever I recall that scene, besides the anger in my heart, I
also experience a physical reaction. Why do I feel this way when I think about my girlfriend cheating on me?
Does it mean... I don't love her anymore?

Every time I get this physical reaction, I want to be like that guy,
to treat the woman in front of me roughly as revenge. But what is there to retaliate against...? Wei Rong knows nothing at all.

Watching her back as she diligently takes notes in class, her head bobbing up and down, her body swaying slightly with each stroke of her pen,
I've wanted to thrust my engorged member into her again several times, but I've always held back
. I tell myself I can't do that to her; she's innocent, and she's actually very good to me.

Although I only really got to know her this semester after we started sitting together, I felt our
relationship suddenly became very close. We could joke around and bicker without any inhibitions, and she was like... a younger sister
, or maybe something more. But sometimes I also felt she was more than just a younger sister; sometimes she was even
like a mother, very nagging.

"Hey, remember to take my notes back from the drawer."

"Okay," I would always reply impatiently.

Or sometimes after a quiz, when we were grading each other's papers, I would often hear her nagging:

"Hey, how come you don't even know this question? Everyone else's notes have highlighted the key points, and I even highlighted those parts very heavily
."

"Are you even looking at them?! If you keep this up, I won't lend you my notes anymore!"

Sometimes, I really found her annoying. But after school, I would always find her notes on my side.

Speaking of which, I have to mention our drawers. Originally, one drawer was enough for one person, and
I'm fairly clean, so the drawer was usually quite tidy. But after we started sharing things, I realized how
meticulous girls can be; everything has a designated place. For example, she stipulated that my textbooks and notebooks had to be placed on the right side of
the drawer , stacked neatly from largest to smallest; hers were on the far left.

The space in the middle could be used for miscellaneous items like pencil cases and phones. But actually, most of it was still her
stuff . She kept a comb in her drawer like it was a precious treasure. Once, when I tried to use it, she
saw me and scolded me for a long time. She had no idea that I had secretly smelled it many times; it had her faint
jasmine scent. Of course, that was a long time ago; I haven't been in the mood for that lately.

But it's really good that she's there, otherwise I think if I were alone,
seeing , I would definitely break down and become a
psychopath who only knows how to stalk and spy. 　　These past two weeks have truly been the lowest point of my life. Besides my relationship that's practically over, it also coincided with midterm exams. The atmosphere at school was suffocatingly oppressive. I could only focus my attention on preparing for the exams. Fortunately,

thanks to the notes Wei-Jung gave me, my grades actually improved this time, but I wasn't happy . 　　After the exams, the class came alive again. During breaks, the girls chattered and gossiped, and occasionally I 'd hear someone say that so-and-so had started dating someone else. Whenever I had the chance, I'd strain my ears to hear any rumors about my girlfriend and him. I was terrified that my innocent girlfriend would be hurt if their relationship was discovered. 　　"You know what? I heard Hui-Juan and A-Hao broke up!" They were talking about the class couple who had been , almost a year into their relationship. 　　"How could that be? They're so in love." 　　"I heard it's all because of her chairmate, that scoundrel Ah Tang. I don't know when it started, but Huijuan and he's been getting really close. I even saw him pick Huijuan up on his motorcycle after class last time." 　　"Huijuan is such a good girl, how could she be with someone like that?! I heard someone accidentally sat next to him in general education class and was harassed by him."

"Yeah, yeah, Ya-xin told me too. Last time in computer class, she sat with him and he touched her butt."

"How scary!" The female students chattered amongst themselves in the corner of the classroom.

They were talking about Ah-Tang, Chen Gui-Tang, a troublemaker in the class. Rumor had it he was involved in a gang, and even in his first
year of was driving a motorcycle to school without a license. During breaks, he often went to the restroom with troublemakers from other classes to smoke
. Most of the students kept their distance from him and didn't dare approach him.

Besides these ambiguous gossips, there had been a significant change in the class over the past few months. I
noticed some of the female students' clothing and appearance had changed. For example, my girlfriend's friend Meng-Zhen, who used to be a
well-behaved and innocent girl, had recently dyed her hair and was dressing more and more fashionably and boldly. I wondered if Yan-Xuan's
transformation might be influenced by her. I was really afraid that she would go
further astray following Meng-Zhen.

**********

...

The bell rang for class, and before Wei Rong could even sit down at her seat, she rudely said,

"Stay away from me, you dirty devil!" This little brat, I'd already changed my clothes!

Because of the summer gym uniforms, both boys and girls wore short sleeves and shorts, with the girls' shorts
barely . I noticed her gym shorts seemed too small, clinging tightly to her buttocks,
revealing the curves of her shapely bottom, and I could even clearly see the outline of her underwear.

She straddled me as usual, and thankfully I had washed up beforehand, plus
the air conditioning in the classroom, so our legs didn't feel sticky at all; instead, they were slippery. This seemed to be
our first time having skin-to-skin contact without the barrier of clothing. The constant friction between her fair legs and mine as she adjusted her position,
combined with the direct warmth of her body, quickly made me hard.

Lately, aside from math class where I'm the one copying notes, when I'm just listening to other classes, I let my hands hang
naturally , sometimes lightly placing them on the outside of her thighs. But today, with one less layer of fabric from her skirt, I suddenly
realized I was directly touching her leg. She flinched slightly before continuing to write her notes. I even
secretly slid my hand across her smooth thigh; the feel was so wonderful.

Because of PE class, she had tied her shoulder-length hair into a cute little ponytail, revealing her fair
neck and slight sunburn marks. Her white top was still damp from the sweat, making it very transparent.
Today she was wearing her light blue bra, which is my third favorite.

As she looked up and down while copying from the blackboard, her ponytail kept bobbing against my nose, so I had to move
to her right, leaning over her right shoulder to see what she was writing. As I got closer to her ear, I noticed
a slight sour smell on her skin in addition to her usual jasmine hair scent. This must be the smell of a young girl's
sweaty ; it wasn't unpleasant, and it only aroused my already erection.

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to come any closer, you filthy thing!" she whispered.

"You're the one who smells bad," I retorted defiantly.

"I...I'm not!" she said, a little guilty, and moved forward slightly.

"Look how wet your back is, your bra is showing, it's blue," I
said , flicking her bra strap. Since my recent slump, I hadn't
joked with her like this in a long time.

"Oh!" I growled, and she pinched my thigh hard. Without
the protection of my pants, I think my leg must be bruised.

Even while we were joking around, I still took an extra jacket I'd brought and draped it over her shoulders.

"Here, take this, so you don't catch a cold and infect me."

She pouted reluctantly, but didn't pull my jacket off; instead, she tugged at the hem and adjusted
it .

Those two classes passed quickly. After school, I realized that during our time together, I hadn't paid any
attention to the two people in front of me. I'd momentarily forgotten the pain my girlfriend's situation had caused me. I wished the class could just keep going on
like this
, without the bell ringing. Unfortunately　　, after school, I had to revert to my depressed, lost self.

********** ... I'd been agonizing over this since that morning, wondering if I should ask Yanxuan to sit with me. 　　After the first period in the afternoon, the students filed towards the audiovisual classroom in another building. I walked , hoping to run into her on the way. 　　Climbing to the floor with the audiovisual classroom, though still undecided, I habitually stood in the corner of the stairwell, our usual meeting place, like a wooden statue. 　　I waited for ages but didn't see my girlfriend. Instead, I saw Weirong and her group pass by. They walked to the classroom door at the end of the corridor , chattering for a while, then her friends and their boyfriends went into the classroom, leaving her alone lingering at the door, wondering who she was waiting for. One of the boys she was close to seemed to be missing. 　　Seeing the other students who arrived later entering the classroom in pairs, she remained standing there like me. I suddenly thought of the hoodlum, Atang, and started to worry about her. Just then, our eyes met across the corridor. I walked over slowly and asked, 　　"Class is about to start, why aren't you going in yet?"

"Shao Xun took the day off today. I told them to go in first, and I was thinking of waiting here to see who would sit with me."
Just as I thought, no one could sit with her today.

"Then... hurry up and go in, I'll sit with you."

"You're not going to sit with your little sweetheart today?" She glared at me with her almond-shaped eyes.

"Her, she... can sit with her chairmate." "Go in first and save me a
seat . I'm going to the restroom, I'll be in shortly."

"Okay."

After sending her away, I really did go to the restroom and came back. I waited for a while, but still didn't see
Yan Xuan. Just as I was hesitating whether my decision was right, I saw her coming up the stairs. I
was about to step forward when I saw He Yumin following closely behind. After exchanging a glance with her, I went into the classroom without looking back
. It turned out I had worried too much; she had already found someone to sit with.

I suppressed my anger and went into the classroom, looking around, but I couldn't find Wei Rong sitting there. The audiovisual classroom
was a fan-shaped tiered theater, with the projection screen right behind the entrance. I slowly climbed the central staircase,
searching for her figure along the way. I only saw her when I reached the last row; a girl was kneeling on the floor, seemingly searching for
something.

"What are you doing?"

"My phone charm fell off, come help me find it!" she answered, still kneeling with her back to me.

I didn't remember what her charm looked like, but I was dragged down to search with her. After squatting down, I realized that
her buttocks were sticking up very high, and she was even turning around in front of me to continue searching, her buttocks
less than fifty centimeters from my face. Her skirt swayed, revealing the top of her fair thighs; any higher and I would
have seen her underwear.

Suddenly, she seemed to see something, and her entire upper body lowered, causing her buttocks to rise even higher. This time I
really saw her panties—a light apple green, the same color as her bra today. Her underwear
was indeed a set; this was my second favorite set.

I couldn't help but focus my gaze on her light green panties. Her legs, pressed together, arched her mons pubis high.
The panties looked thin and elastic, probably Lycra. After my eyes adjusted to the light under the table,
I noticed a ring of a different color around the center of her mons pubis, about the
size of a coin. It looked like something had gotten on it and wasn't completely dry. Could that be the spot where my erect
penis presses against every day? The thought made me aroused again.

"Have you been looking for it?" she asked, still with her back to me.

"Yes...yes, I mean I've been looking, but I haven't found it yet..." I stammered, babbling incoherently.

Suddenly, the civics teacher entered the classroom and said,

"Class, since we just finished our exams, let's relax a bit. We'll show you a recently released
movie, 'San Andreas,' as earthquake preparedness training."

Shortly after the announcement, all the classroom lights were turned off. We quickly scrambled to our feet and sat down. As soon
as she sat on my lap, she whispered,

"We're going to watch a movie today, why are you sitting so far back?"

"I've already seen this one online, and I want to sleep!"

"What? Does that mean I don't have to watch it?"

"You're complaining? You're lucky someone's even willing to let you sit here."

Although I was arguing with her like this, I knew deep down that I actually needed her more right now.

The movie started, and she rested her chin on her hands, elbows on the table, leaning forward, her eyes glued
to the film. I, on the other hand, had no intention of sleeping. I started looking around and realized that because they knew we were going to
watch , most of the students were sitting in the front. The originally large audiovisual classroom
was now quite spacious, with many empty seats because students were sitting in pairs. Only the two of us were sitting in the last row, and even
in front of us, there were only two or three groups of students, sitting quite far apart.

I suddenly remembered that Yanxuan and the others had come in very late, and I wondered where they were sitting. I strained
to scan the room again using the screen's reflection, finally realizing they were sitting in the row in front of us, closer to the right wall
. From this elevated position, I could see them clearly, and they probably had no idea
there were people behind them, since we had just been hiding under the table looking for something.

The movie had been playing for a while when the scene started shaking violently. The audiovisual classroom's sound system was pretty good;
the booming sound effects created a very immersive experience. I watched casually for a bit, then unconsciously turned my gaze back
to the two people diagonally in front of me. I suddenly noticed that my girlfriend was swaying too. Looking closer, I realized it wasn't
my imagination; that guy was actually slowly thrusting his lower body in the dim light.

He'd been thrusting for over ten minutes, without stopping. Although Yanxuan
pretended to be watching the screen, I could tell from her vacant gaze that she wasn't really watching
the movie. His eyes blinked faster and faster, and as his thrusts intensified, I saw Yanxuan's small
mouth slightly open, as if she were quietly panting.

Because the thrusts were becoming more forceful, he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, holding her even tighter. I saw
his fingers were also busy, constantly teasing and tickling her lower abdomen, causing her to wriggle
her upper body in response. Suddenly, I saw him unbutton the top two buttons below her stomach and chest, slowly slipping his hands
inside.

His girlfriend gently shook her head, and he whispered something in her ear before continuing his actions. Through
the reflection of the screen, I could clearly see his hands inside her clothes, slowly sliding from her stomach to
the lower edge of her breasts. Even through her uniform, I could see the outlines of his palms wriggling inside her clothes, revealing the
force with which he was kneading her breasts.

His lower body wasn't idle either, thrusting more and more forcefully. They were incredibly bold, unaware
that someone was watching, and even if the teacher looked up or the students in the front row turned around, they would definitely see those
hands kneading his girlfriend's breasts.

Not satisfied with just that, he continued to unbutton the uniform up to her chest, then pulled it open to
one side , revealing one side of Yanxuan's bra. With the reflection from the screen, I could see that she seemed to be wearing a pinkish
-yellow bra today.

He crossed his arms over her chest, his left hand reaching inside her uniform to caress her, while his right hand roughly kneaded her
exposed left bra. Yanxuan flinched nervously, raising one hand to protect her chest, as if afraid of
being seen. But her actions were useless; any classmate turning around would immediately see she was
being assaulted.

After a while, he suddenly focused both hands on her exposed left breast, pulling the bra cup down with one hand and
pulling out her breast tissue with the other. I saw that Yanxuan's originally beautiful teardrop-shaped breasts, supported by the folded-down cups
, were held higher, the snow-white flesh protruding forward, making them appear even larger and firmer.

Unexpectedly, Yanxuan's breasts were exposed in the presence of the entire class. Her
originally delicate, pale pink nipples, upon contact with this lewd atmosphere, had somehow become erect and
pointed. Yanxuan raised her hands to her chest to protect herself, shaking her head repeatedly. He ignored her protests and continued
to knead her breasts with his crossed hands. I saw the exposed flesh of her left breast overflowing between his squeezing fingers, her
entire breast changing shape with his kneading.

He whispered a few words in her ear, and Yanxuan pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. He said a few more words, and
this time she seemed to agree, slowly raising her head and slightly opening her mouth. He
took out the hand that had been kneading inside her clothes and actually inserted his index finger into Yanxuan's slightly open mouth.

At first, only two knuckles were inside, as if stirring something inside. Could it be that Yanxuan's tongue
was licking his finger in response to him? Thinking of the two of them licking each other's tongues that day, I couldn't help but clench my fists, and my
penis was already throbbing uncontrollably.

After stirring inside for a long time, he then inserted his entire index finger into Yanxuan's mouth. As his
finger , Yanxuan's small mouth tightened around it, as if she were sucking on it with her lips
. His finger began to move in and out of Yanxuan's mouth, and each time it was pulled out, I could see
the glistening wetness of saliva on the knuckles.

After a while, he slowly pulled his index finger out. Was I seeing things? The moment his finger was pulled out,
I thought I saw Yanxuan's tongue stick out as well, as if reluctant to let it go. His actions weren't
over yet. He first used his other hand to grasp the lower edge of her breast, lifting it high, the nipple shamefully erect
on the exposed flesh between his palms. Then he extended his wet index finger to her chest, touching her nipple.

Yanxuan's body trembled violently. He then used his wet fingers to draw circles on the areola around her nipple
, smearing the area until it was shiny before starting to tease the poor little nipple. One stroke, two strokes—
each his fingers moved upwards over the nipple, Yanxuan's body trembled. Her nipples seemed very
sensitive.

Suddenly, he withdrew his right hand from her breast and lifted the skirt covering their lower bodies. I saw
his penis, which had somehow already slipped out from his zipper and underwear seam, rubbing tightly against the indentation of her
vulva . Yanxuan was startled and tried to cover herself with one hand, but quickly pulled it back when she touched his penis.

He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded slightly. Then he said a few more words, and this time
she shook her head, but hesitated for a moment before nodding again forcefully. Then I saw my girlfriend reach out a hand and slip it
between her white, tender legs, to the base of his penis, seemingly stroking it gently. I couldn't see where it was,
but I guessed she was touching his scrotum. Stimulated, he thrust even harder, and my girlfriend's body
trembled , swaying with the movie playing.

At this point, I saw that my girlfriend had given up pretending to watch the movie; her eyes were closed, her body leaning back tightly against
his chest, one of her snow-white breasts completely exposed, and she allowed him to rub her
pink . Meanwhile, she was stroking his scrotum where I couldn't see with one hand,
and finally, with the other hand, she grasped his long penis and began to stroke it. My girlfriend was completely under his control.

Suddenly, he adjusted his position, separating his penis from my girlfriend's vulva, and with his free hand,
he covered her soaked panties and began to tease her genitals. This time, she didn't resist. And I finally
understood. He had probably just told his girlfriend that if she wanted him to touch her there, she should first use her hand to "serve" him.
I never imagined that Yanxuan's desire for this forbidden pleasure would surpass her shame at being openly molested.

I glanced over and noticed that the fabric at the crotch of her panties was so thin, barely covering her genitals, with some pubic hair
even showing. This was practically... a thong, nothing like the kind of
underwear the innocent Yanxuan would normally wear. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a pinkish-yellow silk thong, so narrow it couldn't even cover her
mons pubis, barely covering the small indentation in the middle and a tiny bit of the surrounding area. If it were just
a little more to the side, her genitals would be exposed.

In fact, her genitals were already practically half-exposed, because the silk fabric was already soaked
and translucent , clearly revealing her pubic hair and the shape of her vulva. He began to use
his middle finger to scrape against her genitals through that almost non-existent thin fabric, each stroke digging deeper and deeper. In no time, the poor piece of cloth covering her was almost
entirely squeezed into the narrow crevice, making her look even more lewd than if she were naked.

Now I could see Yanxuan's complete vulva, her slightly swollen mons
pubis divided in two by the thong stuffed in the crevice. Her shameful pubic hair was fully exposed. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's genitals in person,
and it was my once beloved, innocent girlfriend.

Seeing the panties squeezed into a thin line and stuck in my girlfriend's vagina, he stopped fiddling with them and began shamelessly pulling
at the top edge of the panties, tugging at them up and down repeatedly. My girlfriend seemed unable to bear the stimulation and tried to stop
him with one hand. But he ignored her and continued pulling. I think this method must have stimulated
my girlfriend's most sensitive spot, probably her clitoris, which is why she could no longer continue with her hands, and her body
could only tremble with the constant pulling of the thin cloth.

He pulled for a long time until he was finally satisfied and stopped for a moment. Just when Yanxuan thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly
inserted his entire hand into the side of her underwear, then spread the fabric of her crotch to the side, revealing his girlfriend
's wet vulva. He actually touched Yanxuan's genitals right there in the classroom! This was beyond what happened last time.
What else had they done during this period?!

His girlfriend was shocked and quickly stopped, reaching out to cover herself. But he then pretended to pull her hands to touch
his wet area, so she quickly pulled her hands back, letting him do as he pleased. He
slowly and deliberately slid one finger back to the center of her vagina and began to probe upwards. This direct stimulation
seemed unbearable for her; one hand gripped the edge of the table tightly, while the other, though holding his penis, couldn't continue
.

After a while, he suddenly stopped. I thought he was going to stop raping Yanxuan, but then I
saw him slowly pull his finger away from her vaginal opening, pulling out a long, thin, sticky stream of fluid, nearly
twenty centimeters long. His girlfriend shook her head violently, gripping his hand tightly, trying to stop him from pulling it higher. Unexpectedly,
he repeated the same trick, probing a few times before pulling his finger out again. He kept playing with Yanxuan like this, pulling out her
sticky love fluid, each time longer than the last. It felt like I was showing off how
sensitive .

I couldn't take it anymore; jealousy and lust made me abandon my
promise not to violate the innocent Wei Rong. I turned my gaze to the woman in front of me. Today, I was determined
to release my engorged desire on her.

She was still the same as before, elbows on the table, chin in her hands, eyes glued to the movie.
Thankfully, from her angle, she probably wouldn't notice Yan Xuan and the others' actions to her right.

Watching her focused back, I couldn't help but focus my gaze on her back. Through the semi-transparent white
uniform , I could see the straps of her light green bra. I wanted to touch those big breasts, even
like that guy, to take off her clothes and bra in public and boldly rub and abuse her.

I noticed her breathing was rhythmic and slow, and I thought of that move again. So I first moved
my legs, and she, thinking my legs were numb again, instinctively wiggled her little buttocks in response. I kept thrusting
my lower body until I moved my engorged penis to the position I wanted before stopping. Now, my penis was back
between her smooth legs, pressed firmly against her soft mons pubis.

Then, timing it perfectly, I began to thrust my
lower body letting my glans rub up and down against her mons pubis.

At first, she continued to prop her chin up, intently watching the screen, but as the rubbing continued, I
noticed her breathing becoming heavier, and I subtly increased the force and amplitude, each time pulling my buttocks
down a little more and thrusting them up higher, allowing my glans to rub against her private parts in a wider area.

The sensation transmitted through my glans
rubbing
against her vulva made me realize that today's contact felt exceptionally comfortable, as if a barrier had been removed. I then remembered that I had rushed out of the restroom to wait for my girlfriend and seemed to have forgotten to zip up my pants, and her skirt, in our haste to sit down, had also been left unzipped. In other words,
our genitals were now only separated by two thin layers of underwear, pressed tightly together and rubbing against each other.

Thinking of the damp marks on her underwear, and how that area, rubbed by my glans, was probably still
damp and about to get wet again, my penis twitched with excitement, and her body trembled slightly.

She must have noticed my actions a long time ago.

Stealing a glance at her profile, I noticed that Wei Rong's eyes weren't fixed on the screen.
Perhaps she could also sense that my erection was particularly intense today, and with the friction from my intimate area,
she probably couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore.

If she were normally assaulted, she would have turned around and yelled at the perpetrator, but she didn't do that
to me. So, she condoned my actions?

This time, it wasn't a dream, was it?

So I began to act more boldly. I slowly placed one hand on her waist, and through the thin uniform
in the air-conditioned room, I could clearly feel the warmth emanating from her body. I wanted more of her warmth,
so I quietly moved my upper body forward, so close that my lower abdomen was pressed against her back.

At that distance, my nose was almost touching her hair, and I greedily inhaled her alluring jasmine
scent, exhaling my breath onto the neck exposed beneath her short hair. At the same time, I continued my slow, subtle
movements . Although not as blatant as that guy's actions towards my girlfriend, I was silently committing my defilement against her
.

After inhaling the scent of her hair, I quietly peeked to my right and noticed that her
hand, which had been supporting her chin, was now resting on the desk, her fingers gripping the edge tightly. Her full lips were slightly parted,
as if she were panting. Looking down from her right shoulder, although her neckline wasn't fully open due to her current posture,
her increasingly heavy breathing made her breasts stretch her uniform taut. I could see the second button on
her chest was almost undone. From the side, I could probably see her
bra and breasts through the gap in her clothes.

She seemed to notice me peeking at her from her side and suddenly turned her head slightly. I was startled,
thinking she was angry, and quickly stopped. Unexpectedly, she whispered,

"You want to...it's okay..." The video's audio and her extremely soft voice made it impossible for me to hear
what she was saying.

"Wh...what?" I whispered in her ear,

and she swallowed, turning closer until my lips were almost touching her ear.

"They say that if a guy...stands up for too long...it'll be very uncomfortable. If you want to...move, it's
okay..."

Hearing her say that, I was stunned for three seconds. Then, when she turned back to pretend to watch a movie, I
realized what she meant.

She actually wanted me to...push against her? Did she enjoy this feeling too, or was there some other reason?

Excitedly, I placed my other trembling hand on her waist. She flinched slightly but didn't
refuse . I think she was probably nervous too.

So I continued thrusting my lower body. I wanted to learn how that guy treated Yanxuan,
using both hands to hold her body in place while thrusting. Unexpectedly, applying force from both ends simultaneously allowed my
glans to rub against her vulva more closely.

Now, with her permission, I could let my glans rub freely against her entire mons pubis. But I was afraid of going too far...
I knew rushing would frighten her, so I used an even slower, but very gentle, motion,
slowly but firmly rubbing the head of my penis against the bottom of her vulva, moving upwards to the top. Each time the head grazed the top, her body
would shudder. Because we were only separated by our underwear, I could clearly feel the head of my penis gliding over the entire crevice of her vulva
—it was so warm and sticky.

We rubbed like this for ten minutes, until her body gradually pulled back against my chest, and my hands, which
had been supporting her waist, somehow became my arms around her.

Finally, I could openly hold her tightly—something I'd been fantasizing about since day one. I felt the warmth of her body
through our clothes, and I kissed her deeply behind her ear, inhaling her faint
jasmine scent as I breathed softly into her ear.

"Wei Rong, you… smell so good," I said, stealing a kiss on her ear.

Her neck recoiled slightly; her ears must be very sensitive. I saw that the snow-white skin behind her ear
was now completely flushed.

I noticed her profile; her eyes were tightly closed, her upper and lower lips pressed together. Her breathing was heavy
and rapid, but she made no sound. Was she uncomfortable? But each time I touched her, her body
would slightly flinch; she must be very sensitive.

"Is this... uncomfortable?" I asked close to her ear.

She didn't answer, just pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. If I hadn't been so close to her face, I probably would
n't have felt her movement at all.

As she twisted her body, I realized that my hands, which were holding her, had somehow slid down to the lower
edge of her breasts. Since my hands were flat against her body, only my index finger and thumb touched the area below her breasts. Even
through her clothes and bra, I could still feel how big and soft her breasts were.

This was the first time I had ever touched a woman's breasts, and the thought of that apple-green bra made me excited
and unwilling to stop. I quietly turned my palms upwards slightly, so that I was cupping her breasts with my entire hand. As
her body swayed up and down with my thrusts, I could feel the heavy weight of her breasts and couldn't resist giving them a quick pinch
.

So...soft! They felt so soft and elastic.

Then, each time my glans touched the tip and her body jerked, I would secretly
pinch the lower edge of her breast with my palm, and her trembling reaction grew stronger. I wondered if she noticed
me touching her. I thought it was impossible, because even I could see from above how
her so alluring. I really wanted to tear off her uniform.

Although I couldn't see, I fantasized about the pale green bra I'd seen that day, and how I was secretly kneading her breasts through the lower edge
of the cups . Thinking about the faint blue veins showing through her snow-white skin made me
so excited. I wanted to see her nipples, what they looked like, what color they were.

As I thought about it, I felt myself getting harder and harder, and so wet.

My underwear was already soaked through, and the sensation of it scraping against her vulva was becoming increasingly slippery. I
figured her underwear was just as wet as mine. I really wanted to lift her skirt and see our intimately touching private parts. But I
didn't go that far.

As I gradually increased the intensity of my movements, I noticed that Wei Rong's penis, just like Yan Xuan's when she was being violated, was moving up and down
against me. This feeling was really... amazing. Besides the unparalleled physical pleasure, there was also
a feeling of having a woman under my control, doing whatever I wanted with her. Did he
experience the same pleasure when he conquered Yan Xuan? Thinking of this, I increased my strength with a touch of anger.

Suddenly, my buttocks slipped, and the angle of my thrusts changed to a slight inward curve. I actually felt the tip of my penis
squeeze into a wet and tight place.

"Mmm~" A muffled groan escaped her tightly pursed lips.

This was the first time I had heard her make such a soft sound. This little girl is really good at holding back; she finally let out a cry.
But you see, even the most patient person will eventually succumb to the stimulation, just like Yanxuan.

Her lower body seemed unable to withstand the stimulation and kept trying to get up by supporting herself on the table, but I had already lost my mind
. I used my arms around her body to hold her tightly, pressing her down onto my legs. She probably didn't expect me to be
so rough, even inserting my glans. Thinking of the adulterous couple before me, who hadn't even progressed to this point,
a sense of superior pleasure welled up inside me.

I maintained the same position, keeping my glans there for ten seconds before reluctantly leaving that soft
spot. As soon as I left, her entire body went limp on top of me. I continued thrusting and rubbing,
but I wanted to hear her shy moans again, so every three times my glans grazed the slit of her vagina, I
would .

I noticed that her right hand was tightly gripping the front edge of the table, while her left hand was now supporting the outside of my thigh. I
continued with this three-grind-one-hook motion, and each time I thrust in, she would squeeze my legs hard, but she didn't
make a sound. I thought she must be enduring a lot of pain, because I felt that maybe a third of my glans was already
inside her vagina.

It felt so good, so I adjusted my position, making sure my glans was pushing deeper into her vagina each time. With
each thrust, I could feel her very elastic thin panties being pushed deeper and deeper into her vagina,
the warm, wet feeling gradually enveloping the tip of my glans. I greedily thrust harder and faster.

"Oh~~" she accidentally cried out, quickly covering her mouth with one hand, her body trembling uncontrollably. I
felt that my glans was almost halfway in this time.

Because she cried out a little loudly, I looked worriedly at the front row and saw that Yanxuan had turned around at some point,
staring at us with wide eyes, her body still swaying as that guy thrust into her.

And I noticed that their genitals were not covered by any clothing. Although he hadn't penetrated her, his
bare penis was rubbing up and down between Yanxuan's wet mons pubis. Due to prolonged
stimulation, her labia majora were already swollen and open from engorgement. If she wasn't careful, his
glans might slip inside her.

I saw her mouth slightly open, her dazed eyes fixed on me, occasionally blinking in sync with his thrusts
. After staring at her for a while, I realized I hadn't stopped moving since then, and Weirong was also...
I thrust in and out relentlessly.

Suddenly, I saw her body shake violently from the thrusting. She seemed to realize something and quickly lowered her head,
covering her lower body with her skirt. The guy's thrusting became more and more forceful; my girlfriend could barely sit up on him, one hand
gripping the edge of the table, the other biting the back of her hand tightly in her mouth, her swaying more exaggerated than a scene from a movie. Suddenly,
after accelerating his thrusting, he stopped, holding my girlfriend tightly, while her body continued
to tremble spasmodically. They had both reached orgasm in the classroom.

She had been violated in front of me for so long, and only now did she think to cover her skirt. Did she think it would be too late?
Did she not want me to see him ejaculate inside her? Did she think I wouldn't know what just
happened ?

Seeing this scene, I couldn't hold back any longer; I felt waves of soreness and swelling in my glans. So
I quickly grabbed Wei Rong tightly with both hands, thrusting my lower body even harder, pressing her body down forcefully
, almost violently pounding against her vulva. Her panties were squeezed deeper and deeper, one thrust, two thrusts, relentlessly pushing
in with all my might.

She covered her mouth tightly with one hand, and squeezed my leg hard with the other, breathing rapidly.

"Oh…no…" I whispered in her ear.

"Mmm…mmm…" she groaned, a sound escaping her nose.

With each powerful thrust, two-thirds of my glans was inside. Because the thickest part of my glans
was inside, the hot cavity felt like it was sucking me in, but it was held in place by the elasticity of her panties.

It felt so good. Even though only most of my glans was inside, I could still feel her wet, hot vaginal opening.
It was so tight, and there was a constant contraction and relaxation. Was she about to climax? Finally, unable to
bear the intense pleasure of my glans being repeatedly sucked inside her, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my urethra, followed by a powerful sensation.

"Ahhh... hiss..." My semen erupted inside her. I felt my penis trembling,
each time releasing a large amount of fluid that must have seeped deep into her through our underwear,
causing her body to tremble.

I held her tightly, panting heavily against her back. After what seemed
like I finally calmed down and whispered in her ear,

"I'm sorry... did I hurt you?"

Before I could finish speaking, the classroom lights suddenly came on. We were both startled and dared not move. It turned out
the movie had ended, the teacher had given some instructions and mentioned writing reflection reports, then dismissed class.

She turned her head slightly, and I saw that her face was expressionless, and her eyes seemed red. She said softly,

"I...I need to use the restroom."

Only then did I realize that my penis was still erect, the head still warm and lingering inside her.
She trembled, slowly getting up while holding onto the edge of the table.

"Ah..." she couldn't help but let out a soft cry the moment my penis withdrew. After leaving me,
she carefully covered the back of her skirt and quickly blended into the crowd, leaving the audiovisual classroom.

End of Chapter Six

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