The school beauty willingly becomes someone else's slave (Chapters 1-3)

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(Chapter 1: The Lowly School Beauty)

In the private dining room on the third floor of the Suzhou University cafeteria, Zhou Beiqian sat quietly in a chair,
not touching a single dish of delicacies on the table in front of her.

"Did you hear? Someone confessed to Zhou Beijing again yesterday. She's the campus
belle of our Suzhou University Medical School, wow, so handsome!"

"Yeah, yeah, he drives a Porsche, so cool!"

"Pshaw, who told you that? Yesterday I saw a rich second-generation guy in a Ferrari waiting for Zhou Beijing at the door!
"

"Wow, there's more? That's amazing!"

"Yeah, someone confesses to her every day, she's so lucky!"

"Lucky what? Don't you see Zhou Beijing always giving those guys a sour look?"

"Yeah, they don't know how lucky they are. Young people these days really don't know how to cherish things."

Such comments rang in Zhou Beijing's ears every day. The reason she chose
to have lunch in a luxurious private room was because she didn't want to hear these baseless rumors, but even so, Zhou Beijing
couldn't escape these annoying gossips.

Zhou Beiqian sat comfortably and elegantly in her chair, her long, black hair cascading over the backrest, slightly
disheveled, yet this slight dishevelment added a unique beauty to her.

Because the private room was stuffy, a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her brow was slightly furrowed. She really didn't want to hear any gossip about her
. Although she hadn't done anything wrong, too much gossip was never a good thing.

"Gurgle,"

her honest stomach reminded her to hurry up and eat. Actually, she had been sitting there for quite a while, and the food had been served
for a long time, but as soon as she sat down, she heard her name constantly being mentioned and joked about, and she really
couldn't eat.

"Let's go, we have class this afternoon."

"Okay, let's go, grab your things."

After the others left, Zhou Beiqian sighed and began to chew slowly, pouting.

University life on campus is always short; a day might not even have a single class, and most
people would choose to skip classes if they did. But Zhou Beijing wouldn't. Since entering the university, she had never missed a single class
, nor had she participated in any extracurricular activities or clubs.

Zhou Beijing was like an isolated island; no one could get close to her, regardless of gender or age. She seemed
to be alone at all times, needing neither friends nor companions.

Even her roommates didn't interact much with her. She rarely returned to the dorm, and when she was there, she
was quiet and reserved, unlike other girls who would chase each other around, laughing and playing.

However, she wasn't a cold and arrogant woman, nor was she a conceited and ignorant fool. No matter
who asked her academic questions, she answered them seriously and never glared at anyone.

As for men who had inappropriate feelings for her, she simply ignored them and never argued with them.

She was like a lone traveler, maintaining her sincerity, undisturbed by anything, like a lone
wolf, unwilling to be warmed, nor willing to accept warmth.

The night was bitterly cold, the chill of early spring lingering in the air. Zhou Beiqian walked alone on the playground, the evening
wind blowing her hair and trench coat, making her figure appear somewhat desolate and thin.

She was the only one on the vast playground, but that was only what people saw. Further away, on the basketball court,
an ordinary-looking boy, as thin as Zhou Beiqian, leaned against the basketball hoop, watching her on the playground,
his face etched with a complexity beyond his years.

This boy was Zhang Lei, also one of Zhou Beiqian's suitors, a top student in the photography department, but from a
poor family. Compared to the wealthy second-generation students coming and going near the school gate, his talent seemed so insignificant.

"What kind of man do you like?"

Zhang Lei whispered. This wasn't the first time he'd asked this. From the moment he entered this school, he'd silently observed
this girl. He'd seen Zhou Beiqian walk past countless people holding bouquets of flowers, each time
with such a cold gaze, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Countless times, Zhang Lei had guessed that Zhou Beiqian might like women, but then one time, a
woman just as beautiful as Zhou Beiqian drove up to her in a pink Lamborghini, knelt on one knee, but before the woman
could speak, Zhou Beiqian shook her head, smiled, and walked away.

Zhang Lei recalled every detail about Zhou Beiqian; she was so pure, so otherworldly, so
unsettling to him.

After much deliberation, Zhang Lei walked step by step towards Zhou Beiqian. He was about to do the most important
thing in his life. He had mentally rehearsed countless times how he should behave at this moment, and had even fantasized about the beautiful woman's delighted acceptance
. But he had never done it before, because he knew the gap between him and Zhou Beiqian,
the distance between them. He chose to go today because Zhou Beiqian's university life was about to end, and he was afraid of losing
this opportunity forever. He understood that if he missed it today, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Zhou Beiqian?"

A calm voice pulled Zhou Beiqian back to reality from her reverie. She looked up and saw that it was this
junior from junior school.

"Ah?"

Zhou Beiqian asked softly, wondering why this gentle and kind junior was looking at her.

"I like you, senior,"

Zhang Lei said. After saying this, he felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders, a feeling of relief as if all burdens had been lifted.

"Ah? Oh."

Zhou Beiqian immediately fell silent. Her heart was as still as a deep well; she appeared indifferent because she knew
what this junior was thinking, and she didn't want to continue the conversation.

"Senior, I like you. I know you wouldn't be interested in a mere mortal like me. You're about to go on your internship,
and we might never see each other again, but I still wanted to say it to you in person," Zhang Lei said
sincerely, his eyes slightly moist, lost in his confession. He didn't notice, however, that Zhou Beiqian's brow furrowed slightly.

Zhou Beiqian didn't say a word. Zhang Lei stood there watching her turn and leave, feeling a little disappointed.
Regret, tinged with frustration.

Zhang Lei was unaware that someone else was hiding in the shade of a tree in the corner of the playground, watching his seemingly
pathetic figure.

The man in the shade had disheveled hair, as if he hadn't bothered to groom it, and his ripped jeans and leather jacket accentuated
his old-fashioned and comical appearance.

But this man, who looked every bit the hoodlum, looked at Zhou Beiqian with disdain—
a natural disdain, not the affected air of wanting something you can't have.

After this incident, Zhou Beiqian went to and from school as usual, as if nothing had happened, attending classes on time.

But Zhang Lei became even more dejected. His self-esteem had suffered a huge blow, but he forgot that
this outcome was the expected result. He didn't care about that; he seemed to have fallen into a self-numbing, self-isolated
environment, constantly looking for his own faults and shortcomings.

Zhang Lei's habit of never skipping class was broken. For several days after the incident, he didn't appear in class
. Perhaps he seemed too ordinary, because no one even noticed his disappearance.

"Why, why, why, am I really that bad?"

Hiding under the covers in the dormitory, Zhang Lei, his eyes red and swollen from crying, his face streaked with tears, screamed at himself.

No one gave him an answer, and no one could give him one. In fact, he was good, even excellent;
he just chose the wrong person, someone impossible. For days, Zhang Lei had grown increasingly thin, his face
sallow, as if he had lost his soul.

He still couldn't forget Zhou Beiqian. He thought of her day and night; her face echoed in his mind,
inseparable from him.

Finally, his obsession and reluctance to let go of Zhou Beiqian gave him a bold idea, which he quickly decided
to put into practice.

After class that afternoon, Zhou Beiqian walked out of the school gate as usual. But unlike usual,
an ordinary-looking boy with a small backpack and small glasses followed closely behind her.
Zhou Beiqian was completely unaware of this.

Zhou Beiqian walked slowly and leisurely, so Zhang Lei followed easily, keeping
a distance of about twenty meters.

Looking at Zhou Beiqian's back, a fascinated look appeared in Zhang Lei's eyes again. Her jet-black, glossy hair reached
her waist, even her hips, and her full, rounded hips swayed with her walk. Her slender feet seemed
perfect in every way.

Turning left and right, Zhang Lei followed Zhou Beiqian to a high-rise residential complex. Watching her reach the elevator
, Zhang Lei realized a fatal problem: he couldn't ride in the same elevator as her, and with
so many people waiting, how could he be sure which floor and which room she was in?

Just as Zhang Lei was struggling with his decision, an older woman's voice reached his ears: "Young lady, which floor?"

Then Zhou Beiqian's angelic voice rang out, "21, thank you, ma'am."

"A godsend! A godsend!"

Zhang Lei excitedly shouted in his mind. Not daring to delay, he quickly ran to the emergency exit and frantically
climbed towards the 21st floor.

Describing Zhang Lei's stair-climbing as madman wouldn't be an exaggeration; he
possessed a drive he probably would never have again. When Zhang Lei arrived at the 21st floor, panting heavily, the elevator hadn't arrived yet.

"Ding!" The sound of the elevator stopping reached Zhang Lei's ears. He quickly shut his mouth, which was pounding in his chest. Sure
enough, the familiar sound of high heels clicking on the floor rang out. Zhang Lei immediately pricked up his ears, wanting to confirm
which room Zhou Beiqian was staying in.

"Heh, you can't escape now,"

Zhang Lei said with absolute confidence. He had already determined where Zhou Beiqian was staying: the second room on the left.

The next day, after learning about Zhou Beiqian's class, Zhang Lei returned to the
neighborhood that smelled of her perfume after her class. He easily found his way to the 21st floor, looked around to make sure no one was there
, then quickly opened his bag, took out a small needle-like object, inserted it into the keyhole
, and unlocked the door in a few swift movements. He then slipped into the room and locked the door behind him.

It was a studio apartment; Zhang Lei glanced at it and knew it was about 60-70 square meters—quite large for
a studio. Inside, besides a bed, there was a TV, two sofas, and
a large bathroom with a bathtub big enough for one person.

Time was of the essence, so Zhang Lei didn't have time to admire the layout and furniture of Zhou Beiqian's apartment. He opened his bag and
took out something he had prepared beforehand—a high-definition pinhole camera.

This pinhole camera was extremely small, only about the size of a thumbnail, and the images it captured were incredibly clear
, even showing pores clearly.

Most importantly, this camera transmits wirelessly, requiring no external ports; you can
watch the live stream using your phone. Also, it's waterproof.

Zhang Lei carefully selected it, spending all his savings and incurring significant debt.

He meticulously placed the pinhole cameras, leaving no blind spots. As a top student in photography, how could he overlook even the
smallest detail?

Finally, one camera remained. After much deliberation, Zhang Lei decided to install it in the toilet
…

Mission accomplished! Zhang Lei quickly tidied up Zhou Beiqian's house, confirmed everything was in order, and left the room.

After leaving, Zhang Lei checked the time, not daring to take the elevator. He knew Zhou Beiqian should be back soon, so
he ran downstairs through the emergency exit.

When Zhou Beiqian returned home, she didn't notice anything amiss. She put down her bag as usual, made a bowl of instant coffee, and
sat on the sofa to read.

Unbeknownst to her, Zhang Lei, hiding under the covers in her dorm room, saw everything
clearly. He could even read the words on the book she was reading, and he was reading just like her.

Zhou Beiqian seemed to feel the room was a bit stuffy, so she got up and took off her trench coat, revealing long black stockings
and her snow-white neck underneath.

When Zhou Beiqian stood up, her flowing hair cascaded down her hips without touching her waist; the sight
was breathtaking.

Zhang Lei's eyes widened. He had never seen Zhou Beiqian in such a revealing
outfit before; in his mind, she was always dressed in a trench coat.

Just as Zhang Lei was engrossed in his gaze, Zhou Beiqian suddenly did something that made his blood boil.

Zhou Beiqian's slender hand grasped her long black silk sleeve and slowly pulled it up.

"Faster, faster, faster!"

Zhang Lei exclaimed inwardly, because he could already see Zhou Beiqian's fair belly and vulva,
and a glimpse of her sexy lingerie.

Two images appeared on his phone, one of Zhou Beiqian's front and one of her back. He had to admit that Zhang Lei's photography
skills were superb; Zhou Beiqian's image was perfectly displayed, without a single shadow or
angle—everything was so clear and natural.

Zhou Beiqian smoothly removed her black stockings and long sleeves. As the sleeves left her head, she tossed her
hair with a flourish, her long hair flying wildly. Not only her hair, but her breasts, bound by her bra, also swayed and bounced.
Zhang Lei, watching on the screen, stared wide-eyed.

"What beautiful breasts! How can they be hidden in such a small bra?"

This was Zhang Lei's inner thought. He had only focused on Zhou Beiqian's external beauty, neglecting her
'inner' beauty. He had never imagined that Zhou Beiqian possessed such full, voluptuous breasts.

As if sensing something, Zhou Beiqian frowned and glanced at the camera, but she saw nothing
. However, this glance terrified Zhang Lei. He felt guilty; if caught, he might not only go to jail, but
he would also inevitably be expelled.

But it was just a false alarm. After discarding the long sleeves, Zhou Beiqian reached behind her back and unhooked
the bra that Zhang Lei had been eagerly anticipating.

This was the object of countless fantasies, the object of countless daydreams, yet in the end, it all fell into the hands
of Zhang Lei, this voyeur. Now, Zhang Lei would rather die than go to jail, because this
person he could never have had today had taken off her bra in front of him. Even though it was through a screen, even though she wasn't
doing it for him, at least he had seen it, at least he had seen it, hadn't he?

Those were breasts that could make any man lose his mind, looking like perfectly round spheres
, exceptionally smooth and without any sense of incongruity, standing proudly on the body without
sagging in the slightest. From the base of the breast to the nipple, you could see that this mound of flesh resembled a polished sphere,
breathtakingly beautiful.

The areolas were even more suggestive, pink like a newborn baby's. Zhang Lei guessed that
almost no one had ever explored this area.

The nipples were the highlight, their small size incredibly alluring. Through the camera,
the folds and raised bumps of flesh on the nipples were clearly visible.

Zhang Lei felt his penis was about to burst; he had never felt anything like it before—a
sensation of blood vessels about to explode. He gripped his penis tightly, frantically stroking it with tremendous force,
rubbing the glans until it was bloodshot and almost tearing the foreskin off.

Zhou Beiqian looked around, feeling uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

"What's going on? Something feels off,"

Zhou Beiqian thought to herself. She didn't know what was happening, but instinctively felt something was strange.

Zhang Lei had reached the edge of climax, ignoring Zhou Beiqian's unnatural actions, frantically stroking his
penis, his eyes fixed on Zhou Beiqian's breasts. If eyes could steal things, Zhou
Beiqian's breasts would have been stolen a thousand times over.

Although Zhou Beiqian was uneasy, her obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness made her unable to tolerate even the slightest
smell of sweat on her body. She frowned and slowly began to unbuckle her belt.

At the same time, Zhang Lei was breathing heavily, his glans throbbing, indicating he had reached
orgasm and ejaculated all over his underwear.

Zhang Lei, who had just ejaculated and was initially limp, suddenly had his penis erect again
as Zhou Beiqian slowly pulled down her jeans, revealing purple lace panties.

Moreover, Zhou Beiqian was now in a highly seductive pose, her pert buttocks raised as she pulled down her jeans from her feet.
Perhaps out of habit, she didn't sit down, but instead chose this position—a position that tempted him to commit a crime
.

The process was surprisingly smooth. After pulling down her jeans, Zhou Beiqian directly pulled down her panties,
exposing her firm, full buttocks, and the pubic hair on her vulva was clearly captured by the camera.

Zhang Lei's eyes were bloodshot, a consequence of prolonged concentration, but
he still couldn't bear to blink, afraid of missing any detail about Zhou Beiqian.

After taking off her underwear, Zhou Beiqian carelessly tossed it on the floor before running into the bathroom. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes,
Zhang Lei would never have believed Zhou Beiqian was such a girl, so carelessly leaving such private items like underwear on the floor
.

But Zhang Lei didn't have time to think about that now, because as Zhou Beiqian ran into the bathroom, her full
breasts bounced incessantly, like a slapped basketball swaying in the air, her pert buttocks
trembling wildly with her run. Even seeing that scene once would be enough to make him die happy.

After entering the bathroom, Zhou Beiqian didn't immediately jump into the bathtub; instead, she sat directly on the toilet.

At that moment, Zhang Lei felt that spring had arrived, and he was extremely glad he had decided
to install a camera in the toilet.

Although incredibly excited and lost in fantasies, Zhang Lei had already turned on the video camera and quickly switched
to night mode.

Even with night mode on, the lighting was very dim. The camera clearly captured Zhou Beiqian's
anus and genitals, but couldn't capture the color and tone of these areas.

However, the video clearly showed the fine wrinkles of her anus and the outline of her genitals.

Zhou Beiqian's anus was tight, and the surrounding folds were very regular, like the puddles formed by flowing water—very
regular and rhythmic, unlike most people's, where the folds of the anus are messy and haphazard.

Her labia were full and thick, tightly covering her vagina and urethra. However,
the fluid that shot out from her urethra was blocked by her full labia, then flowed down her inner thighs.

Zhang

Lei was mesmerized. He never dreamed that Zhou Beiqian was not only beautiful and had a perfect figure,
but even her bowel movements were different from ordinary people.

"Pfft pfft pfft..."

Zhou Beiqian's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She had let out three farts in a row, and they were the kind that exploded with fecal matter.
She couldn't bear doing such a thing, but the urge to defecate was overwhelming, so she could only forcefully push her intestines to make the defecation
more comfortable.

"Pfft."

Another shameful fart sound. Zhou Beiqian blushed so much she wanted to disappear into the ground. She was a
person who considered herself perfect and lived up to that ideal, yet she was letting out such unseemly farts, and in succession.

"Bang... Pfft... Pfft pfft pfft... Pfft..."

A loud fart echoed, rippling the water in the toilet bowl. Just as Zhou Beiqian was about to
end this unbearable ordeal, her anus twitched rapidly. A thin, yellowish-brown
string of feces emerged, followed by a torrent of farts and droppings into the toilet, splashing and
dripping onto her buttocks.

Simultaneously, her urethra released its contents, a stream of yellow fluid hitting her labia and then trickling into
the toilet bowl.

Zhou Beiqian felt incredibly relieved, though inwardly ashamed of the noise emanating from her anus. She
was powerless to resist, forced to endure the ordeal.

Sadly, Zhang Lei didn't witness this beautiful scene. He only saw Zhou Beiqian's genitals
and the act of urination. He would never have imagined that such a beautiful school beauty like Zhou Beiqian
could have such a disgusting side.

Zhang Lei didn't know why Zhou Beiqian blushed. He guessed it was because she
felt ashamed of going to the toilet naked.

But how could he know that Zhou Beiqian had always been like this since childhood, sitting naked on the toilet to defecate, listening to
the sounds coming from her own anus, blushing with shame and vowing never to do it again?

What happened next shocked Zhang Lei. After getting off the toilet, the first thing Zhou Beiqian did wasn't
to wipe, but to flush the toilet. And after flushing, this goddess who captivated Zhang Lei jumped directly
into the bathtub filled with water.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhang Lei would never have believed that Zhou Beiqian wouldn't wipe after using the toilet.

Zhang Lei could even see a few drops of pale yellow water on Zhou Beiqian's buttocks. Zhang Lei was almost
certain it was a mixture of her feces and urine from the toilet bowl. For a moment, Zhang Lei felt a surge of excitement
, but he quickly suppressed the thought.

He didn't want his goddess to be such a shameless woman. Perhaps Zhou Beiqian was just trying to seduce him.
There was no toilet paper at home, but the next instant, a large piece of toilet paper, sticking out of the wastebasket next to the toilet bowl,
floated on the camera's screen.

Zhang Lei's eyes were filled with despair. He regretted having installed such a camera,
personally shattering his goddess image. But another part of his being told him it was incredibly exciting, so perverse
.

Zhou Beiqian was completely unaware that her actions were being watched. She continued with her usual routine,
soaking in warm water with her eyes closed, completely at ease.

Her long hair floated on the surface of the water; she resembled a shaggy witch, lacking any seductive allure, but instead
possessing an ethereal charm.

At that moment, Zhang Lei ejaculated for the second time that night, shooting his semen into his underwear, which,
like the previous semen, stuck to his hands.

The intense tension and exhaustion from ejaculating twice in a short period overwhelmed Zhang Lei. Drowsiness washed over him, and he
drifted off to sleep.

Zhou Beiqian was completely unaware that a boy was watching her naked body beautifully as she drifted off to sleep. She was also unaware that
a boy had seen every inch of her body.

She remained calmly lying in the warm water, letting her body relax and end the day's fatigue.

Zhang Lei's life was almost identical every day. He watched Zhou Beiqian do the same things: read, undress
, defecate, take a bath, sleep, and repeat the same actions, like a machine, endlessly following a set pattern.

After a month, Zhang Lei grew tired of it. Even the best things have an aesthetic
fatigue period; if you were to see a beautiful woman naked for a month, you would likely get bored too.

Zhang Lei no longer paid as much attention to Zhou Beiqian's movements as before, but he was still infatuated with her, and
his main activity each day was watching videos.

However, Zhang Lei suddenly noticed something was wrong. Zhou Beiqian's life had abruptly changed, becoming completely irregular. She
no longer went home after class and often stayed out all night, sometimes
appearing at school for several days in a row.

Zhang Lei sensed something was amiss because Zhou Beiqian's routine had never changed, no matter what happened.
These past few days, however, she had become mysterious. She would often receive a phone call at home and immediately start putting on makeup, and she would
frequently take out all her clothes to choose the most attractive outfit.

Furthermore, Zhou Beiqian, who never wore skirts, had recently been going shopping for skirts every day, buying
many at a time, often carrying more than she could carry home.

Zhang Lei realized that Zhou Beiqian was in love, but he was very unsure of her taste.

Over the years, countless rich second-generation playboys had fallen for Zhou Beiqian, but none
of them had caught her eye, not even coming within three feet of her.

He simply couldn't understand what kind of person could win Zhou Beiqian's heart and even disrupt
her life, making her spend time and energy dressing up.

One afternoon, Zhang Lei secretly followed Zhou Beiqian out of the school gate again. This time, he had a hard
time keeping up because Zhou Beiqian walked very fast. Although she was wearing a dress and high heels, she walked like a race walker.

Zhang Lei quickly followed, and if anyone outside were watching, they would definitely notice that Zhang Lei's behavior was a bit strange.

Reaching an intersection, under Zhang Lei's watchful eye, Zhou Beiqian ran and threw herself into the arms of a man.

The man had a sinister look, the kind of sinister that's lewd. Zhang Lei could tell at a glance that this man was no good;
he looked like a lecherous scoundrel. His hair was messy and he looked very slovenly, his clothes were very ordinary,
like something you'd find at a street stall, and he had a black earring in his ear—the complete image of a petty thug.

Yet Zhou Beiqian threw herself into the arms of such a man. Not only was Zhang Lei dumbfounded, but even passersby
thought that a toad had truly eaten a swan, living the life of a dog.

Afterwards, the two left the street, and Zhang Lei quickly followed. He noticed that Zhou Beiqian was incredibly dependent on the man,
while the man seemed calm and composed, yet also very protective of Zhou Beiqian. But no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like Zhou Beiqian was the one
clinging to the man's chest.

The two acted like a couple who had been in love for a long time, eating, playing, and watching movies until after 11 p.m.
, when they walked into a dark alley.

Zhang Lei quickly followed, and when he peeked into the alley, he saw the man holding Zhou Beiqian and
whispering something in her ear. As soon as he finished, Zhou Beiqian said softly and coquettishly, "Oh, you're so
naughty!" Her pretty face was flushed red, as if she had done something terribly shameful
.

"Will you do it or not?"

The man's tone was noticeably different, carrying a forceful undertone.

"Yes, I hate it, I'm so pregnant!"

Zhou Beiqian said in a soft, coquettish voice, leaning against the man's chest and gently patting his shoulder.

"My little wife, if I'm not naughty, will you love me?"

"Hmph, you're so annoying!"

Zhou Beiqian's face lit up with a sweet smile at the man's words, her joy showing from within. She whispered a coquettish
remark, loosened her arms from the man, and squatted down.

An unbelievable scene unfolded. Zhou Beiqian knelt down and began untying the man's shoelaces. Zhang Lei
never dreamed that Zhou Beiqian would untie a boy's shoelaces. It was such a ridiculous scene. But the next moment
, Zhang Lei's breathing quickened. Zhou Beiqian actually picked up the man's shoes and started taking them off for him.

Zhang Lei couldn't bear to watch anymore. He didn't know what he was afraid of. He pulled his head back as if fleeing, panting heavily
. Zhang Lei couldn't believe that this goddess-like, flawless school beauty was actually taking off a man's shoes in broad daylight
.

Zhang Lei was furious. He couldn't tolerate Zhou Beiqian being defiled. He believed that Zhou Beiqian should be perfect,
without any flaws, and he wouldn't allow anyone to do anything inappropriate to her.

But he never expected that after helping the thug take off his shoes, Zhou Beiqian would even help him take off
his socks. The next scene was witnessed by Zhang Lei, who had once again mustered the courage to accept the collapse of his goddess image.

Zhou Beiqian picked up the thug's bare feet, smelled them, and whispered, "They stink!
Why don't you ever wash your feet?"

"My wife's not here, who's going to wash them for me?"

"Oh dear, why are you unhappy, honey?"

Zhou Beiqian said in a coquettish voice. Then, her tongue darted out, her pink tongue sticking out
.

Zhang Lei's pupils widened. He saw Zhou Beiqian's tongue touch the thug
's heel, and then lick it all the way down to his toes.

Despair filled Zhang Lei's face. In that moment, everything vanished like bubbles. Zhou Beiqian's perfect image
and pure heart came to an end.

This wasn't over yet. Zhou Beiqian didn't stop. Instead, she took the thug's big toe into her mouth.
Zhang Lei could see clearly that Zhou Beiqian's cheeks were sunken in, like she was drinking yogurt. Zhang Lei knew
that Zhou Beiqian was sucking on the thug's toe, like a child sucking on its mother's nipple.

He even saw the satisfaction on Zhou Beiqian's face and the submission in her eyes as she sucked.

After cleaning one toe, Zhou Beiqian took the other two into her mouth, repeating the same motion, occasionally
tilting her head back and forth, making movements like she was sucking on a penis.

After finishing the toe, Zhang Lei thought it was over, but to his surprise, Zhou Beiqian extended her tongue and
slid it down to the man's heel. Throughout the process, her mouth and tongue never left the thug's foot.

Zhou Beiqian was nibbling at the thug's heel. Zhang Lei saw it clearly, very closely. Zhou Beiqian gnawed off a layer of
white skin, rolled it into her mouth with her tongue, and then disappeared. Zhang Lei didn't dare to think about where all that skin went
.

After finishing the thug's heel, Zhou Beiqian stuck out her tongue and carefully licked the sole of his foot,
as if afraid of making him uncomfortable. Only her tongue roamed over the sole; she didn't dare touch it with her lips.

Zhang Lei stared blankly as Zhou Beiqian finished licking the thug's foot, then watched her put his shoes on.
Watching the two figures leave, Zhang Lei leaned against the wall and sat down on the ground.

He couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it, because he really saw it. The once beautiful school beauty
was eating the foot of a thug-like man, as if it were a joke.

"You're so annoying, making me lick your feet outside!"

Zhou Beiqian sat on the sofa, leaning against Nie Yijing, snuggling in his arms, and said coquettishly.

Nie Yijing was a small-time hoodlum, and his house was in this alley. Although the alley looked dilapidated, the
hoodlum's house was clean and elegant, unlike the messy house of a typical nerdy pug. The air
smelled of air freshener.

After making Zhou Beiqian lick his feet in the alley, the hoodlum took her back to his house.
It wasn't Zhou Beiqian's first time there, and she knew the hoodlum lived alone, so she became unrestrained, wearing only
a loose floral dress with nothing underneath, lying on the sofa.

"Hehe, do you hate it? Baby, don't you like this?"

The hoodlum's hand had already slipped inside Zhou Beiqian's collar, covering her bare breasts, brazenly
kneading them. Even through her clothes, you could see his large hand constantly changing position.
He lingered on both sides, wandering around.

"You're the worst! All you ever think about is humiliating people and forcing them to do shameful things,"

Zhou Beiqian said, seemingly oblivious to the thug's large hand. She appeared used to his behavior and
felt nothing for him, as if it were perfectly normal.

"Tell your husband, are you comfortable? Is your pussy wet?"

Nie Yijing teased, gently pinching Zhou Beiqian's nipple.

"Ah...husband...be gentle...it feels good..."

Zhou Beiqian whispered, her face flushed red with embarrassment
. Her ears turned bright red from the shameful words.

"Haha. Comfortable? Is my wife so lewd? She even enjoys licking her husband's feet?"

Nie Yijing laughed, his eyes filled with excitement, anticipation, and a hint of expectation,
as if waiting for something.

"Hmm... I hate it... Your wife. That's it. So lewd... Licking her husband's feet. It feels so
good... And... And... My pussy... is so wet..."

Zhou Beiqian lived up to Nie Yijing's expectations, saying
the words he had longed for under his gaze. Although she spoke haltingly, it only aroused him more. Zhou
Beiqian's eyes were filled with spring, and her arousal made Nie Yijing feel hot all over, making him even more infatuated with her.
At the same time, it strengthened his resolve.

"Really? Let your husband touch you and see if your little darling is telling the truth."

With that, the thug's hand reached for Zhou Beiqian's lower body. Before Zhou Beiqian could react,
he pulled up her skirt, exposing her genitals to the air. Her neatly cleaned pubic
hair accentuated her elegance, but her parted thighs ruined this alluring area
. Between her thighs, her skin was completely smooth, without a single pubic hair obstructing the view. Her labia were directly exposed to the air,
parted slightly by a thin slit due to arousal, revealing a glimpse of the tender red flesh of her vaginal walls. But
from this thin slit flowed a thick, white, fishy-smelling, and foul-smelling discharge!

Needless to say, this was a woman's vaginal fluid, and the purest of all, the fluid that flowed from this woman's intense arousal
.

Zhou Beiqian couldn't see any of this. If she had, she would have blushed and covered her face
, pressing her legs together to prevent anyone from seeing. Unfortunately, she couldn't see it, but
Nie Yijing saw this beautiful sight clearly. He even saw the trembling of the flesh on Zhou Beiqian's vaginal walls clearly
.

This scene, Nie Yijing would probably never forget. He stared blankly at
Zhou Beiqian's genitals, somewhat dazed! "Husband, what's wrong?"

Zhou Beiqian asked softly. She knew she was very wet. In fact, when she heard the
thug say he wanted her to lick his feet, her vagina started to flow uncontrollably. When she uttered those lewd
words, the flow of vaginal fluid was unprecedented.

Zhou Beiqian panicked. She was afraid Nie Yijing would be disgusted by her overflowing vagina.
Long ago, after waking from erotic dreams, a lot of thick fluid would leak from her genitals. She had looked it up online; it was
vaginal fluid. Zhou Beiqian was disgusted by this filthy fluid and feared Nie Yijing was the same. But she overlooked
one thing: Nie Yijing was a man, a normal man, even a perverted one.

"Wife, so beautiful, so beautiful. Don't move, lie still, your husband will serve you,"

Nie Yijing carefully placed Zhou Beiqian's head on the sofa, then jumped off and excitedly lay
between her legs.

"So beautiful… I've never seen anything so beautiful… so beautiful… a cunt… I love it to death…
"

Nie Yijing lay between Zhou Beiqian's legs, greedily staring at her genitals, his eyes practically drooling
.

"Husband...what...what slutty cunt...I hate it..."

Zhou Beiqian looked at Nie Yijing, who was kneeling between her legs, her thighs spread wide, allowing Nie Yijing to
lewdly stare at her. Her vagina was constantly overflowing with white, lustful fluid, looking incredibly lewd, but she was completely unaware
. She only knew that her genitals were beautiful, which fascinated Nie Yijing, but she didn't know that her lewdness
made Nie Yijing even more irresistible.

"Spread it a little wider, show your cunt hole."

Nie Yijing completely ignored Zhou Beiqian's coquettish pleading. Nie Yijing's eyes were only on Zhou Beiqian's
cunt opening, which was flowing with white fluid.

"...Already...spread...as wide as possible...want to do the splits?... "

Zhou Beiqian whispered, her snow-white thighs spread in an 'M' shape, both thighs already
spread to the maximum extent, her genitals completely exposed, otherwise, her vulva wouldn't have a thin slit showing.

"Yes, yes, the splits, hurry up and do it!"

Nie Yijing said excitedly. He suddenly remembered that Zhou Beiqian was not only beautiful and good at studying, but also
loved sports and dancing. For her, the splits seemed incredibly easy. Nie Yijing regretted that he
had only discovered this trick now, and it was Zhou Beiqian who suggested it. He was getting old and couldn't think
of any good ideas.

"Pervert. Ah...husband...don't spread them...ah...it hurts. I'll do it myself. Ah..."

Because she was lying on the sofa, Zhou Beiqian couldn't stretch out properly, while Nie Yijing, whose lust was aroused
, was getting impatient. He grabbed Zhou Beiqian's thighs with both hands and pushed them back forcefully. Zhou Beiqian protested against Nie Yijing's rough treatment
, but her moans only further stimulated Nie Yijing.

"You slut, don't move, let your husband take a good look at your cheap cunt."

Nie Yijing pressed down on Zhou Beiqian's thighs, making her unable to move, his eyes never leaving Zhou Beiqian's vulva
.

"Ah...husband. Is it pretty?...Don't say that. Don't say that."

Zhou Beiqian's face flushed red, and she didn't dare to look up at Nie Yijing. Nie Yijing's lewd words just now made Zhou Beiqian...
Overwhelmed with shame, and seeing her current posture, it was unbearable to look at. Zhou Beiqian's legs were spread in a split
, her thighs forced to bend to her waist by Nie Yijing's force. Her clothes were disheveled, her lower body completely naked, her
labia parted, and white fluid was constantly flowing out, sticking to her buttocks and the sofa.

"Beautiful. I told you, you're a slut, a big slut, and a shameless, despicable bitch."

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