Beautiful Girl's Pure Love 2

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The special training ordered by the instructor continued. Every day on my way to and from school, I had to walk around the school grounds, displaying my half-naked, alluring, and lewd appearance to all the men on the street who would leer at me. Even though I led the team to victory on my first day of command, the instructor said I was still a bit reserved and wanted me to continue training every day until I could fully adapt to the lecherous gazes of men.

Perhaps it was because Jing had already seen my naked body, but I always felt very safe around him in my sexy uniform, without feeling like I was being leered at. Even though my neckline was always so low and my skirt always so short, I did dress properly in front of Jing, not exposing my breasts and vulva to him like that time.

Although rationally I knew my defenses were obviously insufficient, emotionally I felt that the amount of fabric was enough to protect my beautiful body from Jing's complete view. This

seriously flawed perception led me to maintain the same low level of psychological defenses around Jing after we went upstairs. I always pay attention to my appearance and avoid showing too much skin in front of my uncle, but in front of Jing, I can just wear a thin towel, chat with him while drying my hair, and call him a pervert. Then I go back to my room, change into my sexiest and most provocative lingerie and underwear, and put on a semi-transparent spaghetti-strap nightgown that barely covers my crotch. Then I go to Jing's room and ask him to tutor me.

My aunt always thought Jing and I were deeply in love. She kept a box of condoms in both of our rooms and repeatedly told me to protect myself and never let my boyfriend penetrate me without a condom.

I don't like him at all; I just think he's a pervert. But our relatives, friends, and guests all think we're a very loving couple. We work together perfectly, and we're always sweet and affectionate upstairs. We spend every night reading and listening to music together, and when Jing and I are alone, I always dress very provocatively and sexily.

Although I vehemently deny it, my fellow members of the marching band all consider Jing my boyfriend. They never invite me to their social events, and even if they did, I definitely wouldn't go.

Yes, yes, of course, I, of course, would never go to any social event. But, but, that's because… I hate boys… how could I possibly go to a social event? Unless Jing goes too, then I can give him a ride.

Without realizing it, Jing had become a complete part of my life.

Every day, it wasn't my girlfriends who accompanied me to and from school, but Jing, this more reliable and safer boy. After all, my girlfriends were all pretty girls in thin clothes and short skirts, and walking together didn't necessarily reduce the danger; it was better to have the tall Jing accompany and escort me.

I don't know when it started, but I no longer called him "Pervert Jing," but instead, in a sweet, shy, soft voice, blushing, I called him "Dead Pervert," "Little Pervert," "Big Pervert," the way I addressed him depended on my mood. My girlfriends all thought it was an affectionate nickname for my boyfriend, but actually, I just didn't want to call him the way a boy would.

Living together every day, although Jing has always been respectful, the physical distance between us has clearly been getting closer and closer. My beautiful shoulders, breasts, slender waist, abdomen, shapely buttocks, long legs, and delicate feet have all been touched, caressed, and licked by him unintentionally on several occasions.

Perhaps it's because we played ball together when I was a boy, and there were occasional physical collisions? When Jing touches my skin, I don't feel uncomfortable or disgusted. On the contrary, because I'm especially sensitive now that I'm a girl, his touch sends a tingling, comfortable, and pleasant electric current through me.

My aunt and uncle always schedule our holidays together so we can go shopping, buy clothes, and watch movies together when we're not working. This, this is of course not a date! Absolutely not! I'm just tired and too lazy to argue with them anymore. Going to the movies alone is strange and unsafe. Anyway, Jing is usually my protector, so having him accompany me to the movies is perfectly reasonable.

Now that I'm a girl, I'm so weak; I can't carry much stuff when shopping. With a helper around, I could buy more without worry, and I could even ask Jing to pay for it with his part-time salary, saving my own savings.

To compensate him, I would ask him to pick out the clothes for me when I spent his money, specifically the styles he liked and wanted me to wear, including close-fitting bras, panties, stockings, and garter stockings. However, the latter items seemed a bit too stimulating for him, a virgin. So, when I bought underwear, he would just hand over the money and wait outside the store, letting me choose whatever I liked. I would only wear them to him after showering at night, letting him admire them with wide eyes.

Maybe it's out of curiosity, but occasionally I'll ask Jing what kind of girl he likes. Of course I know he likes marching band girls, but not every marching band girl is suitable, right? There must be some requirements to take things further, right? Although I can't be his girlfriend, as the marching band captain, I can help him find someone! To me, he'll always be that weirdo Jing, but to the marching band sisters, he's actually a pretty good and reliable guy.

Every time I ask him this question, Jing always blushes and refuses to say anything. I know he definitely has a girl he likes, and she's definitely a marching band girl. But he always keeps his mouth shut, not revealing even a single requirement, so even if I wanted to help him find someone, I wouldn't know where to start.

Ah, never mind, I was just asking casually anyway. The sisters already consider us a loving couple, so even if I really helped Jing find a girlfriend, they'd probably think I was joking, right? We have absolutely nothing to do with each other; we're just roommates who live under the same roof and study together preparing for university entrance exams. I don't like him at all, not even a little bit. It's really true, I'm not being arrogant.

For three years of high school, Jing and I were inseparable, going on so many dates I lost count. With Jing's help, I reviewed my elementary and middle school courses, and then learned and reviewed all the high school material several times. Although my grades were never as good as Jing's, getting into a regular university was still a piece of cake. Besides,

I had achievements in the marching band competition, so in my senior year, I accepted an offer from a top university, planning to be classmates with Jing for another four years.

Of course, my department was almost entirely girls, and all of them were beautiful girls. The department Jing wanted to study gave me a headache just hearing the name, so even though he could continue to tutor me, I didn't plan to go to the same college or take the same courses as him. Of course, general education courses were an exception. I wanted to take all the courses unrelated to my major with Jing, so exams and reports would be much easier; I just needed him to teach me.

Because of my stunning beauty working at the shop, the distribution of regular customers has changed significantly over the past three years. Although the absolute number of female customers has increased by several times compared to three years ago, the proportion of new male customers is even higher. All told, now about 20% of the customers come specifically for me, and the male-to-female ratio in the shop is often as high as 1:1 during my working hours.

Fortunately, everyone assumes Jing is my boyfriend, including those male customers who have a crush on me and come specifically to see me.

Although the higher proportion of men makes me a little embarrassed with our regular customers, the office ladies don't seem to mind. In fact, three unmarried couples even met, fell in love, and walked down the aisle after sharing a table, and our shop even provided the desserts for their wedding banquets.

Traditionally, the student council president or the student with the best grades is the one who goes on stage to represent the graduates. However, in the past three years, I not only led the marching band to win all the championships, but I also broke the best academic record in the history of the marching band. Chosen as the graduate representative, I stood on the stage, wearing the sexiest and most alluring marching band captain's uniform, and delivered my thank-you speech in a sweet, delicate voice.

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