Senior's allure

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I did well on the high school entrance exam and got into a top high school in the city. Since it was far from home
, I lived on campus and started my high school life.

High school was stressful, and with stress comes relaxation, so I started indulging myself: smoking, drinking,
playing games, playing billiards, and fighting. I got criticized a lot for these things, but the teachers only turned a blind eye because of my grades.
Looking back now, if it weren't for that indulgence, I might be a national leader now. But
without that indulgence, where would my romantic life and writing experience come from?

I met my senior in an arcade. Back then, computers weren't common, and games were
mostly arcade games like Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Knights of the Round Table, Cadillacs and Dinosaurs, and King of Fighters.

King of Fighters is currently very popular. Back then, it was a newly released fighting game. Because of its
beautiful graphics and cool moves, several arcade machines near the school had
King of Fighters , and there were always long queues.

A one-on-one duel is when two people have some disagreements but don't want to fight, they can have a one-on-one King of Fighters match. The loser apologizes
or admits defeat and calls the other person "brother" when they meet again. There are also good friends who treat each other to a meal if one of them loses
a duel. Another

type of duel involves betting game tokens or real money. I also really like King of Fighters, and I often have one-on-one duels and have never lost. During my time skipping class,
besides fighting, I would spend it playing King of Fighters at the arcade. I'm not bragging, I can use all the special moves from those characters, and I
always get a kill. One

day, I skipped class again to play games and happened to run into Jianren, a petty thug. We became friends because of our shared interests. Jianren and I went to the arcade, and there were a bunch of people surrounding the King of Fighters machines. We couldn't see anyone inside, we could only hear their voices. "Hahaha... Fatty, how many rounds have you been playing and you still can't beat me? You're trash! You call yourself a boy ?! You can't even beat me? Die!" "It's still early! I have someone else!" "Still trying to be tough! Die! Watch my Orochi! Wahaha! Die! You can't even beat me?! You're embarrassing yourself! Hahaha..." "Damn it! I lost again. Here's 20 yuan. I'll definitely beat you next time." "Hahaha... Come on! Next time you give me money, give me more. Don't always give me ten or twenty. Who's next?" It seems like it's another one-on-one King of Fighters match, and it's a woman. It's quite rare here. No wonder there are so many people. "A woman! Let's go see." The jerk said lewdly. "Don't say you know me! Look at your sleazy appearance. Just listening to her lewd laughter, you're definitely someone who'd laugh out loud. Not interested!" I said disdainfully. "Then I'll go!" After saying that, the jerk squeezed in. I was playing Cadillacs and Dinosaurs by myself, having a great time, when that jerk showed up with a long face . "Looks like you were pretty scared! How scary was it?" I said, seeing her expression. "No! That girl was beautiful and hot!" "Isn't that what you wanted? How are you coming back?" "That girl was very attractive, especially her eyes, they were captivating. I couldn't resist playing a game of King of Fighters with her and lost 20 bucks. I'm so upset! My money...!" "Really! Let me see!" I was itching to see what she was saying. From outside the crowd, I could only see her thick, shiny, black, straight hair cascading down her back, curled at the very ends and clipped with a large red hair clip. Her long, thin, rod-shaped metal earrings gleamed . "Haha! You won again! Who else wants the money?" the girl said, turning around. Seeing her, I was stunned for a moment. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were dark and bright, and within those black pupils seemed to be two points of light radiating an irresistible charm that drew the eye. I finally understood why the ancients had that idiom. When she smiled, she revealed a row of pearly white teeth, a small, straight nose, full, red lips, a pointed chin, and light makeup. She was tall , fit, and curvaceous—most importantly, she was my type: full-figured but not fat, with a bold and outspoken personality. A voice inside me cried out, growing stronger and stronger: I had to have her! I had to have her! "And you're talking about me! Didn't you get hooked on her too?" the jerk grumbled. "I want her!" He then prepared for a one-on-one fight. "Hey! I've never seen you before! What's your name?" the girl asked. "Heh! From the nearby No. 2 Middle School, just started high school this year." "Really? I'm from No. 2 Middle School too. I heard you freshmen have a guy named Liming, he's really arrogant, skipping classes, fighting, and chasing girls." "Really? Is there such a person? Ah? What's your surname, senior?" Hearing this, I quickly changed the subject. The person she was talking about was me. It seems she has a problem with me, so she quickly pretended not to know. Do you think I 'm that famous? It's only been a short time since school started, and I often skip classes, there's no reason for me to be that famous! It was just the first day of school, and I wasn't familiar with the school. I went into the school's small woods and saw a group of people talking. They probably had a falling out and were about to fight, but after ten minutes, no one made a move. I was originally planning to watch the show, but it was so funny that I laughed out loud, and that got me involved too. In a fit of anger, I knocked all those people down. Luckily, the discipline master caught me and gave me a school-wide reprimand. "Ha! You skipped class like me, didn't you!" She avoided mentioning her name, which showed she was quite wary of me. "Hehe! First time skipping class, didn't know where to go, so I just looked around and played." I said with a chuckle. "First time? Do you think I'm an idiot? When I saw you, everyone around me moved away, looking smug like you were sure you'd beat me. And your idiot friend is so stupid, he was wronged , so of course he had to call a friend to save face. Besides, that idiot, I told him, is a . If he's coming, you'll probably come too. Since you don't want to say who you are, then don't bother trying to find out my name." "Heh, quite clever senior, indeed clever! I wonder what the rules are for a one-on-one fight? I'll play along with you." "Best of three, 20 yuan per round. Want to play?" " Of course I'll play." We started the King of Fighters one-on-one match procedure, and then it was the usual match procedure, throwing the hard...

We chose the machine. My senior was lucky enough to be the host (host is generally easier for most people). She chose
three agile characters: Benimaru, Iori, and Monkey (that's Choi Bounge, don't tell me you don't know him). I
chose Mary, Terry, and Daimon, characters I usually play.

The first round was relatively peaceful; everyone was making tentative attacks. Monkey basically just flew around aimlessly in
the air . My Mary's anti-air skills were weak, and I rarely hit him. Monkey would occasionally scratch her, which
annoyed me a lot. But I didn't realize she was trying to provoke me into a strong attack. I saw through her moves
and intentions, so I used a defensive maneuver, using a blocking technique. Monkey's health started to drop significantly. When
time , Monkey had 1/5 of his health left, while Mary's health was lower. I lost the first round
, but I knew my senior was using tricky tactics, so I'd see what the next round would bring.

The second round was Monkey versus Daimon. While preparing, I secretly glanced at my senior's hand holding the controller.
It was angled at the upper right at a 45-degree angle. I smiled slightly, knowing what she was planning. At the start of the match, the monkey
jumped over, attempting to reverse, but almost simultaneously, I executed a 426A, firmly catching the monkey in the air
and slamming it to the ground. My senior panicked, performing a super-slip and another jump. I
already knew what she was going to do, so I executed another 426A, catching the monkey again. This time, my senior
was clearly nervous; she hadn't even pressed the super-slip button yet. Seeing this, I rushed in and used a light push to press, forcing the
monkey to defend passively. My senior's hands were sweaty, and the sound of her pressing the buttons grew louder and louder. This
is a major taboo for King of Fighters players; no matter how strong you are, nervousness will ruin everything. Daimon's Earthquake instantly
finished off the short guy. I won the second round.

Daimon still had two-thirds of his health.

The third round was evenly matched. Because my Daimon had less health, he was eventually killed by Benimaru's Lightning Fist,
but Benimaru also only had one-third of his health left.

The fourth round was almost one-sided. My Terry charged in and followed up with a backward kick,

instantly turning Benimaru into "cannon fodder" (a pun on "perfect power fountain,"

meaning knocking down the opponent without taking damage). The fifth round was the decisive one. It was a full-health Iori against a full-health
Terry.

The senior had regained her composure, and her attacks became sharp again. She
used her Sunflower technique whenever she had the chance. My Terry was taking too much damage. Quick-handed players react faster, and the senior
was able to effectively block and dodge my attacks, finding opportune moments to strike. Suddenly,
after two Sunflowers, the senior's Iori threw a heavy punch that missed. My heart tightened; I knew the senior
was about to use Iori's ultimate technique, Infinite Sunflower.

If it succeeded, my Terry would be almost out of health. I had to capitalize on this mistake, or I
would lose. Back in the game, Iori again used Sunflower, but it missed. I knew my chance had come. I
timed the 0.3-second pause perfectly, delivering a heavy punch followed by a light punch,
then a slam that sent Iori flying to the edge of the screen. Next came a 26D, and as he flew, I followed up with a 26B, instantly taking away a significant portion of his health.

My senior was visibly agitated, but it wasn't over yet. Iori got up and was immediately stunned. Terry then unleashed
a maxed-out attack, finishing him off. A bright red KO appeared on the screen. Everyone present
cheered, praising her as a true master of skill. My senior remained silent, her face dark. We mustn't forget
the important matter .

"Senior, I was just lucky. You were definitely letting me win if you used Robert
, I would definitely lose. I don't want your 20 yuan." My senior's expression gradually calmed down.

"Looks like you're a pro too. Let's play a few more rounds," my senior said.

"Okay!" We ended up playing all afternoon.

As it slowly got dark, we lost our appetite for playing around, so I suggested treating my senior to dinner
. She didn't really refuse and came out with me. We found a small restaurant nearby, ordered
a few dishes , and surprisingly, she didn't object to me ordering some beer. We ate and drank together. By then, she had already
had several drinks, and her face was flushed and slightly tipsy, making her very attractive.

"I had such a great time today!" she said, looking at
me with her eyes fixed on me.

Her eyes were so alluring and beautiful. Without thinking, I said, "I don't want to be your little brother, I
want to be your boyfriend. Senior, I like you to be my girlfriend, okay?" After saying that, I felt uneasy,
unsure of what to do next.

"Wang Liming!" "Ah! How did you know my name, senior?" "I
knew who you were as soon as I saw you this afternoon. Why were you pretending not to know?" "I saw you were a little disgusted by what I did, so
I pretended not to know." "Hehe! To be my boyfriend, you have to meet three conditions: 1. You have
to beat me in King of Fighters; 2. You have to be my type; 3. You have to be better than me academically. You're lucky. On the first day of school, those guys
were negotiating over who could date one of my best friends. I hate it when women are treated like commodities. You beat them
up, which suits my taste perfectly, and it gave my best friend a chance to vent her anger. Today you beat me in King of Fighters again,
so you've met the first two conditions.

Congratulations, you only need to meet the third condition. But let me tell you, I'm always in the top
3 of the grade in every exam. If you can get into the top 3 for two consecutive exams..." "Name it, and I'll be your girlfriend. My name is Xuena,
remember that.

Take me home." I was very happy to have the chance to be with my senior, so I took her
home. Her home was in an upscale residential area in the city. We walked to the entrance of her apartment complex, and
I reluctantly went back after seeing her inside. On the way back, I thought that studying wasn't a big problem.
If I hadn't been so excited about being away from home for the first time and hadn't been so overwhelmed by the novelty of studying away from home, I wouldn't have acted like this. So I
set a goal to study hard and try to win over my senior as soon as possible.

In the days that followed, I abandoned all distractions and studied desperately. Because of my good foundation and hard work outside of class,
I ranked third in the entire grade in the first midterm exam. On the day I found out the rankings, the teachers and students
all looked at me differently, but I didn't care about them. I just wanted to tell my senior about my good grades as soon as possible.

When my senior found out, she was also very excited and specially went out with me for a day,
treating as her reward. We spent the whole day having a blast at the amusement park.

In the haunted house, when she saw the bloody and terrifying things made of plastic and dye,
she snuggled into my arms, and I indulged myself. Touching her soft breasts and full buttocks,
my penis became erect and throbbing. She felt my hardness and her face turned as red as if it were bleeding.

In the dimly lit, deserted haunted house, I took her hand, gently lifted it, and kissed it.

She stared silently into the dim light, lost in thought. Gently, I wrapped my
arms

around her from behind, kissing her hair, her long neck, her ears, and inhaling her faint fragrance. Before I knew it, my hands, which were around her waist, had moved up and were freely caressing her breasts. Her
lips were slightly parted, her eyes half-closed, drawing me in like a magnet to kiss her. My restless hands seized the opportunity
to lift her shirt and slip inside.

That long-forgotten feeling returned through my fingertips.

I was no longer an inexperienced child. My fingertips played a gentle melody,
flowing over her full breasts, circling and sliding towards their peaks. Our
lips , her small tongue sucking at the passion she gave me.

"You little rascal, if you don't let go of me, I won't be polite!" my senior moaned
.

I was still greedily enjoying this hard-won reward. Suddenly, my senior's hand
pinched my waist hard.

"Ah... Sister, you're so cruel," I said painfully.

"Serves you right for being naughty."

"Okay, sister, I won't do it again." After much coaxing and cajoling, my senior finally agreed to be my half-
girlfriend. Being a "half-girlfriend" meant I could enjoy kisses and caresses, but nothing more. As my senior
put it, it was a reward for my hard work. Actually, she liked my touches and kisses too
, but she was shy and just made up an excuse. I pretended not to know and went along with her. In the days that followed, whenever
we met alone, we always discussed the boundaries of permitted kisses and caresses beforehand. Final
exams , and I achieved excellent results, ranking second in my grade. That day, my senior finally agreed to be my
girlfriend, and I was incredibly excited.

Winter break arrived, and most of my classmates had left. I didn't want to be separated from my senior and
lingered , spending every day kissing and cuddling with her.

That day, after watching a movie, we ate dinner together, both of us drinking a little and feeling a bit tipsy
as we returned to my dorm. I turned on the tape recorder, played some music, turned around, pulled my senior into my arms, and
kissed her lips. Her lips were hot. Her body was hot too. I picked her up and placed her on my
bed. I kissed her as I pulled open the hem of her clothes, slipped my hand inside, and cupped her breasts, kneading them
through bra. She hummed softly, half-asleep. I pushed her top and bra up
over her breasts, skillfully playing with those mounds of flesh.

She had the quintessential angelic face and devilish figure; her face and temperament were childlike,
but her body was truly something else. Her breasts were bowl-shaped, full and snow-white, and every time I touched them,
my mouth watered and my desire burned fiercely. But she always hesitated, which had dragged on until now.
Today I absolutely couldn't let her escape.

Her white, tender breasts, kneaded like dough, underwent countless transformations. "Mmm~ Gently
~ Gently~ It hurts~" How could it hurt? It should feel good. I had already left my senior's mouth, and with both hands
clasped together, I squeezed one breast hard, hoping to squeeze out milk to drink, but it was always in vain. The other breast was
then served by my mouth. Having said so many sweet words before, I was adept at kissing and sucking at this moment,
my tongue moving with effortless ease.

"Mmm~ No~ Mmm~" My senior's cries were incoherent. The "mellowness" in "mellow breasts"
probably refers to the fact that her whole body went limp when touched. I saw that my senior had already collapsed onto the bed, powerless
to resist. Even if she did resist, her strength seemed like that of an ant to me. I began to untie
the restraints on her lower body. My senior began to struggle again, but I kissed her, my mouth entwined with her fragrant tongue, and she immediately
crumbled. I pressed her body down, ripping off her top and bra, my upper body pressing against hers,
letting her restless nipples rub against my chest. She struggled, but the friction only made her body weak and let out soft
moans . This trick worked!

Just to be safe, I kept one hand on her breast and used the other to pull down her casual pants.
Her pants had an elastic band, so they were easy to remove. Then came her panties. I reached
inside for a bit, then pulled my hand out, holding it up to her small nose to show her, and laughed, "
So wet already?" Her face flushed red, and she vehemently denied it: "It wasn't me, it wasn't me." Admitting or
not n't matter. I used my hands and feet to help pull her panties off. I unzipped my pants,
wanting to go straight for it, but then felt a pang of regret. That forbidden area was truly forbidden; usually, I'd
only touched and looked through her underwear. Today, I'd finally seen it for myself, but I couldn't properly enjoy
it . Oh well! I'll just have to swallow it first and then slowly savor it. I held my penis and thrust forward
with all my might.

"Ah~!" Although it was a scream, it sounded quite pleasant. Luckily, I'd played some music beforehand,
otherwise, it would have been a disaster. The senior student trembled all over, her most unstable nipples waving red flags,
her cherry-like mouth half-open, as if she were howling at the sky. I wasn't satisfied with just a little penetration, and trying to break
the silence, I began thrusting forward again and again. She moaned more than ten times.

I reached the bottom. This little girl's hole wasn't deep; when I reached the tender flesh at the center, her whole body trembled beautifully again
, her moans filled with nothing but intense pleasure and no sign of discomfort. However, it was very tight, so much so that it
took me quite a bit of effort to reach the bottom. Now she gripped me tightly like a small fist. I closed my eyes,
enjoying her tightness and warmth, and said, "Sister, you're so tight." The senior student cursed, "Tight my foot!"
I heard her voice sound strange, as if she was enduring some kind of pain. I quickly opened my eyes and saw that she...
Her face was pale, and her eyes were glistening with tears. I said, "I'm sorry, I was too rough." I was so
focused on the pleasure of my penis being squeezed by her vagina that I didn't consider her capacity to handle it, causing her so much
pain. What a blunder! I quickly kissed her pretty face, my hands busy playing with her nipples to make her wetter and
slipperier.

I said again, "I'm sorry, I was too rough." This sentence wasn't very sincere; it was full of teasing
.

My senior said, "Shameless!" I said, "Okay, you'll soon find out how rough I am." My senior
could even curse, so accommodating most of my penis shouldn't be a problem, so I started thrusting.

My senior's breasts truly lived up to the word "pleasure." With long, hard thrusts, they surged like waves; with gentle, slow thrusts, they swayed gracefully
.

There was something to eat down there, something to grab up there, and even ice cream for my eyes—I was thoroughly enjoying myself! My senior
turned her head away from me, gripping the sheets tightly, enduring the pounding of my large penis. She couldn't withstand my relentless thrusting,
shaking her head incessantly, her hair flying wildly, saying, "Gently! Gently! It hurts so much!" I asked,
"Is it thick?" The senior said, "It hurts so much!" I insisted, "Is it thick?" The senior said,
"Thick! So thick! I can't take it anymore!" I said, "Call me 'Big Cock Brother'." The senior said, "No!
Ah! Ah! Big... Big Cock... Ah~" This little girl wasn't very patient either, she came before she could finish her moans
, waves of hot vaginal fluid poured onto my glans, stimulating my body to tremble, almost making me
ejaculate . I continued thrusting, and the senior said, "Please, brother... I can't take it!" Hearing this from me
felt incredibly good, the warm and lovely senior moaning beneath me, her soft pleas for mercy really gave me a sense of
conquest . I could see she really couldn't take it anymore, and since it was her first time, I felt sorry for her and had to stop, temporarily pulling out
my big cock, the senior moaning all the way.

I released her body, eager to admire that intoxicating little hole—red!
The fluid that oozed out between the opening and closing of her vulva was white with a few traces of blood! I held her tenderly in my arms and said, "I'm sorry!
I was too rough." The same words, but a different feeling. My senior's eyes were red as she nestled in my arms.

I asked, "Why didn't you cry out in pain or tell me?" My senior said, "Didn't I keep saying I was uncomfortable?"

I said, "How would I know if you were uncomfortable from pain or pleasure? The book says that extreme pleasure can also
be uncomfortable ." My senior said,

"Ugh! What's this about being uncomfortable from pleasure?" I sighed, "To believe everything in books is
worse than having no books at all. Mencius was absolutely right." My senior suddenly realized something: "Why haven't you...?" I said
, "Never mind, if it's caused trouble, we'll punish it! Let it be lonely." My senior bit her lip: "Did you often... do this
before ?" I said, "What? I'm a virgin.

I even gave you my first kiss." Sigh! Women are so sensitive about this
, I had to lie to her. If I told the truth now, I'd be a complete idiot.

My senior blushed, "But you still... They say guys' first time is quick." I said, "
They?

Who are they?" My senior said, "The people in the dorm." I said proudly, "I'm
naturally , different from ordinary guys." My senior said, "You're shameless." I rolled over and grabbed
the panties hanging precariously at the foot of the bed, wiping the fluid from my senior's genitals. The panties immediately
changed color. Then, I carefully folded them up, preparing to keep them. My senior was shy at first, but
then realized something was wrong and said, "Ugh! What are you doing?" I said, "A souvenir." My senior
said, "That was someone else's first time. If anyone should commemorate it, it should be me, not you." I said,
"It was my first time too." I found a plastic bag, wrapped it up, and stuffed it into my pocket.

"How did it feel just now, sister?" I teased.

"Um, I don't know how to describe it. When it first went in, it felt like it was tearing me apart, like being scalded by
boiling water , burning hot. But as you thrust in and out, it became more and more numb
and itchy, my whole body got hotter and hotter, and finally my head went blank and the world spun around me, more intense than when I was drunk. I
felt

lightheaded, like my soul was flying out of my body. After that, my legs trembled and my whole body was weak." My senior's expressive ability is strong, and she described it so vividly. "It hurt a lot, didn't it? Here, let me give you a kiss." My senior snapped and flicked my head. It seems she has
recovered.

I then lay down again, looking at my senior beside me, pinching and rubbing her nipples with my fingers
. I had touched her body before, but never so freely. She didn't struggle or dodge, just kept
moaning softly, and only when she couldn't hold back anymore did she laugh and curl up into a ball. I sat up, took my senior's hand, and
looked at her affectionately.

She was embarrassed by my gaze and blushed. Suddenly, I pressed her hand onto my still hard
penis.

The senior exclaimed, "Wow!" I laughed, "You haven't looked closely yet, have you? This is your first time experiencing this
." She tried to pull her hand away, but after I said that, her cat-like curiosity became uncontrollable. At first,
I held her hand and stroked my penis, but gradually she started exploring on her own. "This thing looks so weird!

Wow, it's so hard!" the senior commented. I laughed, "Who do you think it's so hard for?"

The senior said, "So naughty!" I said, "Who's naughty? Is it naughty or am I?" The senior said, "You're all
naughty! How can you still do this..." I said, "No one says I can't stay hard all the time?" She persisted,
pulling my penis back and forth, and I let her do as she pleased.

"Did you like that feeling just now?" "Yes, it felt very comfortable." "Then let's do it again!" I chuckled
.

"But it still hurts down there, you bad guy, you just like to bully me." "Keeping it in like this
will make you sick, it's not good for your health. I feel so uncomfortable, sister. How about you give me a kiss?" I coaxed
my senior.

"You little rascal, just go ahead and get hard! I don't care, how can I kiss you like that?"
"Good sister, good sister, kiss me, no one says you can't kiss me there." Finally, my senior agreed after my pleading
.

My senior turned her head and bent down and took my penis into her mouth! Then she just stood there, stunned,
but she only put the glans in her mouth.

I said, "You have to lick it like you're eating a popsicle, suck it." My senior started licking my glans.
Being her first time, she was inevitably a little clumsy, and her teeth kept touching it.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Oh! Don't let her teeth touch it, it'll hurt!" It felt much better after that.

"Yes! Take it in deeper." "Like that! Then spit it out a little." My senior
started repeating this action.

She began to suck rhythmically up and down. I was so excited; I had finally gotten my senior
, and she was willingly letting me kiss my penis. Watching my not-so-small penis
going in and out of her small mouth felt so stimulating!

The feeling was intense. The warm, moist sensation from her mouth was extraordinary. I didn't want to last
too long, so I said after a short while, "I'm going to cum! You have to swallow it all, and you can't stop
until I say I'm done." My senior nodded.

When I ejaculated, my senior was startled, but she still frowned and sucked the semen clean.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you swallow it." "You little rascal, why couldn't I refuse
your pleading?" "Good sister, I know you're good to me. Sister, what does my cum taste like? What does it feel like
to eat my cock?" "Mmm, it's salty. After kissing for a while, my lower body is a little itchy." "
Sister, do you want it again?" "No, I'm exhausted." I also felt tired, so I hugged my senior and fell asleep.

In the following days, my senior kept saying that her lower body hurt, and she didn't dare to tighten her legs when walking, so
we didn't do it anymore. When my senior recovered, she had something to do at home and couldn't come to my dormitory. I
couldn't stay at school forever, and I couldn't resist my mother's urging, so I went home. When I left, my senior
came to see me off. Because of the tight schedule, we didn't do it. My senior carefully tidied my bedding like a wife.
I felt surrounded by my senior's love. I was so happy at that moment. Finally, with my senior's eyes blurry with tears, I boarded the bus
home .

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