My High School Life (12)

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Foreword: This year, the Ministry of Education began implementing the "Co-educational Study Act," also known as the "Chair Partner Act." At the beginning of each semester, each student's chair partner is determined by drawing lots. The general rules are: two people share one desk and chair, and during class, the female must sit on top of the male; only during exams can the two sit side by side; except for outdoor physical education classes and general education classes not held in the original classroom, students can choose their chair partners before each class. Those who do not follow the rules will be given a warning or a minor demerit.
I secretly read Yanxuan's diary and found out that before she started dating me, she had been harassed on the bus. She not only did not resist, but even liked the feeling. Just as I was about to continue reading to see what happened between her and He Yumin, someone from her family came home, so I had to leave quickly. 　　My high school
life, and even my life, changed a　　　lot from the day the new system came into effect...
=== ... The Chinese food seemed a bit strange, making me run to the restroom again.　　　"You're so slow! You always come in right after the lunch break bell rings." Wei Rong sat in her chair, refusing to get up.　　　"Oh, sorry, I just had to go to the restroom again." I shook her shoulder, and she reluctantly stood up to give me her seat. 　　The weather had turned cooler with the arrival of autumn, and with the recent rain, the temperature had dropped even further.　　　So even though it was noon, it was still a bit chilly without a light jacket. Unfortunately, the school hadn't yet issued a notice about changing uniforms for the season. The boys were okay, but the girls were in a bit of a predicament, having to wear those short skirts to and from class. 　　I took off my jacket, spread it out in front of her, and covered Wei Rong's legs. I figured girls' legs, especially their knees, were particularly sensitive to the cold. 　　"...Don't you need to wear a jacket?" she whispered in a breathy voice, as lunch break had already started. 　　"No need, it's warm enough for me to hold you while I sleep." 　　"I don't want to." Although she said that, I've actually been sleeping with my arms around her waist and against her back during my lunch breaks for the past few days. 　　"Or I can take off my coat and we can cover ourselves together?" 　　"Oh, okay." Actually, I don't feel cold, it's just that holding her while she's wearing a coat isn't as comfortable.　　　I let her sit up straight on my lap first, and then from behind, I saw her slowly unzipping her coat. Watching her take off her clothes on my lap, I suddenly felt a surge of excitement. And after she took off her coat, I saw the color of the bra strap peeking through her white uniform and realized that she was wearing my favorite pink bra, the one she wore the first day she sat on my lap. I'll always remember that one. 　　It's like my first love, it has a special meaning for me, but I've never had a chance to see the panties underneath. In my imagination, they should be the same pink, with cute little floral prints. Thinking about it, I got hard again. 　　I took her coat, still feeling the warmth of her body. After she leaned on the table, I opened the coat, pressed my body against her back, and then pulled it down over us, covering our heads and shoulders. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. 　　It was so warm; even through her thin uniform, I could feel her soft, supple skin. And inside her clothes, I was enveloped in her subtle fragrance, along with the faint scent of jasmine from her hair. I couldn't help but inhale deeply, gently rubbing my face against her back. 　　"Don't keep moving, I want to sleep," she whispered from ahead. 　　I obediently stopped and settled down to enjoy it all. However, whether it was because of the dark clouds and rain outside, or because of the coat, the classroom felt incredibly dark during lunch break, and being inside her clothes, I couldn't see what was happening outside. A wicked thought of doing something naughty arose within me. 　　Since we became closer, she doesn't seem to consciously hold her skirt down when she sits down, and I often feel my penis pressing directly against her panties. Like today, it feels especially thin and comfortable... wait a minute! It seems I forgot to zip it up again, and my penis is definitely pushing against her panties, spilling out of my pants. I can't help but think back to that time I forced myself on her in the audiovisual classroom; it was the same thing then. 　　What should I do? I just said I wanted to cherish her, but this intense feeling down there is unbearable, and the head of my penis feels like it's pressing against her soft mons pubis. I wonder if the panties I'm pressing against are like her bra, cute pink floral prints. 　　Thinking about this, I really can't hold back anymore, and I think she's probably asleep already, so she wouldn't notice if I moved a little. So, my inner angel was defeated by the devil, and I started to subtly thrust my lower body with very, very small movements. I thought this wouldn't wake her or be noticed by the other students. 　　It felt so good. A tingling sensation spread through my glans. I slowly scraped up and down along the center of her panties, which I guessed were now pushing against her vulva. I really wanted to push my glans directly into her labia like last time, but that would definitely wake her up. Besides, because she was leaning forward, the angle of her body made it impossible to insert it like last time. 　　I figured I'd just leave it like this. I was content with this quiet rubbing. I could slowly do this until the end of class and release the fullness in my lower body. When I was about to ejaculate, I would quickly remove my glans from her panties so it wouldn't touch her anymore. 　　I held her tightly, feeling her warm body temperature, breathing in her fragrant scent through our jackets, and secretly thrusting my hips to make our genitals rub together. I couldn't help but think back to the first time we listened to a video together, when I accidentally ejaculated inside her. We weren't familiar with each other then, and she was quite fierce towards me. I never imagined that Wei Rong, who was cute but had a quirky personality back then, would now belong to me, body and soul. 　　As I secretly rubbed against her, I fantasized about taking her home, pinning her to my bed, unbuttoning her uniform button by button, taking off her cute bra, and directly kneading her large breasts. I wouldn't even take off her skirt, just pull down her panties—not through two layers like now, but by directly thrusting my big penis into her wet little slit. That feeling would be a hundred times more pleasurable than last time.　　　Thinking about this, I couldn't help but increase my pressure with excitement, but I still didn't dare move too fast, partly because I was afraid of disturbing her, and partly because I was afraid of being noticed by the other students. This rubbing and touching feeling was just too stimulating. After 　　thrusting like this for several minutes, I felt my breathing getting heavier. Wait! This...it felt like Wei Rong was panting. I stopped breathing and realized that her chest and back were rising and falling rapidly, and her body was burning hot. This little girl, she's already awake. She didn't stop me, so she tacitly approved of it. Was she feeling comfortable too? 　　"Rongrong, you're awake?" I whispered in her ear. 　　"Can...I continue?"

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as okay?" She still didn't answer, continuing to pretend to be asleep.
Oh well, I guess she's probably too shy to answer this kind of question. After getting her tacit approval, I slowly started moving again, but I didn't have to worry about waking her up, so my movements were a little bigger than before, allowing my glans to scrape deeper, and my hand on her stomach was gently tickling her belly.
She twisted her lower body slightly because of what I did. She's really ticklish; if I were doing this during class, she would have already pinched my legs hard, but now she seemed unable to fight back against my attack from above and below. I noticed that not only was she twisting her lower body, but her thighs were also squeezing tighter and tighter. Was she trying to stop me from moving, or was she trying to intensify my sensations? My penis was surrounded by her thighs and soft mons pubis; she was squeezing so tightly that when I thrust my hips, my penis really felt like it was being penetrated—it felt so good!!
I couldn't help but slowly slide one hand up, wanting to touch her soft, large breasts again. I figured with our coats covering our upper bodies, this way we could sneakily touch each other without being seen. When my hand touched the lower edge of her breast, her body trembled slightly in my arms. Because our bodies were pressed together, the vibration was very strong; she was definitely awake.
"I... want to touch you?" I asked tentatively again, but she didn't answer.
So I used my left hand to gently knead the lower edge of her right breast. It was so soft, so bouncy and comfortable. With her tacit consent this time, I boldly moved my kneading area upwards, trying to cover her breast with my entire palm, only to find that her breasts were really big; one hand couldn't possibly hold them.
After moving my hand up, I didn't continue to touch her, but just gently ran my fingers over her breast. Through the thin uniform, I could feel the lace pattern of her bra. A little higher, I touched the soft skin of her breast; even through the uniform, I could feel how smooth it was. I couldn't resist gently pressing down with my fingers; the feel was so soft and elastic.
After my hand greedily roamed over her breasts for a while, I suddenly remembered her weakness—she was ticklish. Mischievously, I slid my fingers down to her armpit, and from there, slowly moved along her armpit to the side of her breast not covered by her bra. Her body jolted quite a bit.
Heh, you're still pretending to be asleep. I couldn't resist teasing her further, sliding my fingers down from her armpit to her side again and again, constantly caressing that sensitive area.
"Don't keep using that..." she finally managed a weak voice.
"Then where should I use it?"
"You're really... annoying..."
Afraid that teasing her like this would really make her angry, I put my hand back on her breast and continued kneading it. Although I really wanted to unbutton her clothes and reach inside to feel the texture, it was lunch break, and there were classmates around, so I shouldn't go too far. But then I suddenly thought of a way to touch her breasts without taking off her clothes!
I slowly slipped my fingers between the buttons of her uniform, and gently pushed them in. I felt them! So smooth, full, so elastic, flawless like a baby's skin. Although I couldn't see them now, based on what I'd seen through her neckline earlier, I imagined my fingers gliding lightly over the soft, full flesh of her snow-white breasts. Her skin was so white that the faint blue veins beneath couldn't be hidden. Her breasts seemed to breathe with her gasps. That image was so alluring; I'll never forget it.
I greedily slipped half my hand inside, directly caressing the half-swell of her breasts outside her bra, occasionally poking at the tender flesh of her chest with my fingers, or gently rubbing the tips of her breasts through the bra. I longed to push my fingers further inside her bra, to touch her nipples; perhaps they had already become erect under such caresses.
But I thought that was already excessive enough the first time; this was enough for now. But I still secretly used my index finger through the bra to find where her nipple should be and gently poked it.
Her body trembled again; she must have touched it, so she rubbed that area again and again. I think her nipples must be her most sensitive spot, because after rubbing for a few times, I noticed that not only were her thighs tightly clamped together, but they were also subtly moving up and down, as if she were using her legs to stimulate me. This feeling was so good.
I started to find the rhythm of her movements, and when she went down, I also pushed my buttocks up.
"Oh... Rongrong, this... feels so good," I couldn't help but whisper in her ear.
Hearing me say that, she seemed to want me to feel even better, clamping her legs even tighter and moving down more and more. My penis was tightly wrapped between her smooth thighs, the upper edge of my glans still scraping against the slit of her vagina. I don't know whose love juice was flowing out, but I felt that both of our underwear were soaked. Under such intense stimulation, I think we must have secreted quite a lot.
"Rongrong, it feels so good, I can't hold back, I'm almost...coming..."
Hearing me say that, she increased the amplitude and frequency of her lower body twisting, and I followed suit, thrusting upwards faster. I felt her thighs pull down, and I felt her foreskin being stretched tightly open. When she went back down, her thigh flesh rubbed tightly against my glans. I also noticed that she deliberately adjusted the angle of her hip twisting, so that her mons pubis could be more tightly connected to my glans. She must feel very good there too.
"Hmm...hmm...hmm..." I heard her soft panting from ahead.
My penis was going in and out of that wet, tight triangle area. It felt so good. Even though our movements were so loud that the chair made a slight noise, I could clearly feel her whole body swaying. If any classmates were awake, they would definitely know what we were doing, but this feeling was so good and so stimulating that I didn't want to stop. Suddenly, I felt a tingling in my urethra, and I felt like I was about to come.
"Ah~ Rong...no...I'm going to come..." I used the power of my hips to quickly shake my lower body.
"Hiss~ Ah..." A surge of heat erupted from my penis, instantly soaking my underwear. I think hers must have been soaked too.
"Ah... Rong... so good..." I slumped weakly against her back.
"Huff... huff... huff..." I breathed heavily against her ear, finally calming down after two or three minutes.
"You... are really strange. You kept sleeping in class, and only started sleeping during lunch break, and you even disturbed me..."
she said in a soft breath.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I felt so aroused today."
"You... didn't you already come... why is it still hard there? They said... it should go down after it comes out, right?" " I don't
know either, maybe it really likes you." "
Go to hell, you don't want more... I need to go to the toilet, I'm not going to bother you anymore."
"Okay, okay, wait a minute."
I was actually afraid that someone around us was already up or not sleeping at all, and had witnessed our actions that were a bit too much.
But since Weirong needed to get up, I couldn't let her get up first, so I quietly slipped out from under my coat and let her stay covered. I nervously glanced at my classmates to my left, right, and behind me. Luckily, everyone was still asleep, either lying down or leaning against each other. The boys in the group behind me were even snoring.
I nudged her back, signaling her to hurry up and get up before anyone noticed. After she got up, she was still nervously protecting the hem of her skirt, and walked out of the classroom with her legs slightly turned inward and her thighs slightly tucked together.
I lay on the table, waiting for her to come back. Maybe it's because I haven't released in so long; I imagine the flow must be so much that it's soaked her underwear, making it hard to clean up,
which is why she hasn't come back yet. Then I remembered that my own genitals are a mess too, so I should clean them up now. Just as I was about to get up, the bell rang for the end of class. I saw Yanxuan diagonally in front of me; she immediately jumped up when she heard the bell, as if she didn't want to stay with him for another second.
What　 's going on between
them? I decided to risk going to
her room again today to finish reading the diary I was halfway through. ********** ... It's so strange. At noon, I saw her get up immediately as soon as the bell rang, seemingly unwilling to sit any longer. Why is she now obediently studying with him after school, and even sitting together?
I really don't understand, but it's a good time to find out.
I practically ran to the bus stop and caught the next bus. On the way to her house, my heart was pounding. On one hand, I was about to play the thief again, and on the other hand, I didn't know what secrets I would find in her diary today.
When I arrived at her building, I checked that no one was around before quietly slipping into the back alley and climbing onto her balcony through the iron bars. Her window was still unlocked. Yanxuan is such an innocent girl, so trusting of everyone, that's why she always gets taken advantage of without even realizing it.
I pulled out that thick diary and flipped to the place I had last seen. The next part seemed to be the beginning of our relationship. I initially intended to skip this and flip directly to the next page to find out what happened between her and He Yumin recently, but my eyes were drawn to this passage, so I decided to read it page by page. Perhaps deep down, I also wanted to relive those brief, sweet moments with her.
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[Date]
Something incredibly embarrassing happened today. I wonder if he saw me being...touched by that person. I hope he won't tell anyone, and he seems like a nice guy, so he probably won't use this to threaten me. Ugh, why did Xu Jianwen have to choose that time to talk to me? It's so embarrassing.
Lately, I often see him on the bus or bus during class or after school. Although we occasionally make eye contact, we've never spoken, not even exchanged greetings. But this morning when I ran into him, because we were standing very close, with only one person between us, I vaguely noticed that he seemed to be secretly watching me. When I turned around, he seemed startled because I caught him, and could only give me an embarrassed smile and nod. His dazed look was actually quite cute. I smiled and nodded back.
Since we both get off at the same stop, we often walk the same distance together. Although he's tall, he walks very slowly. I thought I was slow enough, but he was even slower than me. I noticed that sometimes he might feel pressured following me, so he would deliberately stop and pretend to tidy his bag, or pretend to go into a convenience store but come out empty-handed.
Is he such a thoughtful guy? Or is he deliberately following me? I'm not sure.
But this morning, he went into the convenience store again, looking silly. Later, when I saw him enter the classroom, his hands were still empty; he hadn't bought anything. That silly boy.
With half of the semester already over, the workload at school has increased, with quizzes in every subject. Studying for them is exhausting. After class today, I studied at school until 7 PM before leaving promptly. On my way to the bus stop, I kept looking back anxiously, worried that Xu Jianwen would be there again, having finished his basketball game.
Thankfully, I didn't run into him at the bus stop. It's not that I dislike seeing him, but I know what's going to happen, and I'm afraid someone I know will see me, especially… I don't want him to see me.
Once on the bus, I squeezed into my usual corner. It was crowded again, so crowded I could only see the people next to me. I still didn't see him, but I figured he'd appear soon, maybe he gets on at the next stop.
I wonder if he'll come from the front or the back today; it's been so long since he's come from the front. Just thinking about what might happen makes my stomach feel warm; I wonder if that's why my underwear is wet. Honestly, I don't know when it started, but whenever I enter this enclosed carriage, that strange sense of anticipation arises.
Ah, here it comes! I felt something slip under my skirt. He was behind me, and lately he's been so direct with his hands. As soon as he slipped in, he placed his hand on my buttocks and started kneading through my thin panties.
"Little sister, are you wearing new panties today?"
"Yeah." I don't really like talking to him, afraid people will misunderstand that we know each other, so I try to keep my answers brief.
"What color is it?"
"Pink...striped." I said very softly, not knowing if he could hear me.
He pulled his hand back from under my skirt, as if he was reaching into his pocket to take something out. I knew he was going to get his phone again. Soon his hand was inside again.
"Come on, little sister, spread your legs a little wider, I'm going to take a picture."
I followed his instructions and spread my thighs a little wider under my skirt, hoping that my wild thoughts when I got on the train hadn't made my panties wet. It would be embarrassing if he found out. Actually, I really dislike him taking pictures of my underwear because he always uses a flash, and I'm always afraid that my underwear will suddenly become shiny and people around will notice.
But ever since that last time, it seems like he's developed this habit. That time, he was halfway through touching me when he suddenly stopped and asked me to take my underwear off for him. I was afraid he wanted to touch my private parts directly, but he said he just wanted to look at my underwear. I was really afraid that he would cross that line, so I wouldn't let him take it off, but he had just touched me so much that I was almost... about to... and I really wanted to continue, so I finally agreed to let him take pictures with his phone.
So after that, whenever he touches underwear that he hasn't touched before, he secretly takes pictures of it with his phone. He's really amazing; he can identify which underwear he's touched and recorded just by touching it. I still don't understand how he can tell just by touching it. Sometimes when we're resting, he'll secretly show me the pictures he just took. A few times, I was photographed with a little bit of wetness on the underwear before he even started touching it, which was really embarrassing.
"Wow, these striped panties are so cute. They're wet again today. Do you want to see them?"
"No..." I was really afraid that too much interaction on the table would make people think we knew each other.
After he put his phone away, his hand quickly reached in again. My legs were still slightly open just now. He seemed to know what I meant. He didn't touch my butt anymore, but instead put his fingers directly into my butt crack and started pressing on my poop area.
Ah, it's so sensitive. These panties are so thin. I saw them advertised online, "Thin and seamless, you won't even feel them." I couldn't resist ordering two when I saw the slogan. Actually, they arrived the day before yesterday, but I saved them for today because I had to go to tutoring yesterday.
Through these thin panties, I could almost feel the rough texture of his fingertips circling around my anus. I couldn't take it anymore, so I had to stick my butt out higher. He seemed to sense it too, and with perfect understanding, he reached his hand forward again, touching the area below my vulva. It felt so good... The panties felt like they weren't there at all; it was like he was directly touching my genitals. I wanted to scream.
His finger started sliding up the indentation between my labia. These panties are so thin! I felt like his finger was directly caressing my... labia majora. It was so stimulating. He mentioned that term to me once. He whispered a lot of things he didn't know in people's ears. He said that every time he touched my labia majora and they swelled up, he knew I was feeling really good and almost reached my climax.
"Oh, sister, these panties feel so good, super thin. I can even feel your pubic hair."
"And they're so elastic, look, can you feel it? They're squeezed into the slit!"
He said, applying pressure with his fingers as he slid them up and down my slit. I really felt like a layer of panties was being squeezed and stuck inside, it was so annoying.
"But these panties don't seem to absorb much water, look, they're all wet." He always loved to say those lewd things while touching people. I couldn't help but spread my legs a little wider, sticking my butt out even higher.
"Want to touch my pubic area?" He immediately knew what I was thinking. I just nodded slightly and didn't answer.
"No? I want to try something else today, and these panties fit really well."
He continued to run his index or middle finger along my crotch, but I started to feel his little finger hooking the edge of my panties at the same time, and one knuckle had even slipped inside. I could feel his finger touching my pubic hair, it was so sensitive!
"Hey, these panties are really stretchy, they open so easily. Want to put your finger in and touch them?"
I kept shaking my head slightly, afraid he would actually put his finger in, but also afraid that my refusal would be too obvious and attract attention. He seemed to think I was just shy, and he went in deeper and deeper, it felt like two knuckles were already inside, and while touching my pubic hair, he was also circling around it, pulling and tugging at it, making it both painful and sensitive.
What should I do? His little finger kept going in, it was already touching my swollen vulva, and the electric shock sensation kept shooting through my lower body. I wanted to shout for him to stop, but I also hoped he would go deeper. How could this happen? I only wore these panties so he wouldn't feel it when he touched me, but now he actually did.
Ah! It feels so good. His fingers are almost touching the edge of my vulva. This... I can't take it anymore.
"Little sister, can you feel it? If I touch this side now, it'll be your labia majora."
"It's all swollen up. You're so wet here, and it's already open. Don't you want me to put it in?"
"Ah... no, please, please don't go in..." I was really afraid he would cross that line, so I could only plead with him in a low voice.
But his finger wouldn't let me go. It kept circling around the edge of my labia, and it kept turning inward. I couldn't take it anymore. The tingling sensation was getting stronger and stronger. I felt a warm current flowing through my stomach. I felt his finger was about to go deeper inside when I suddenly heard, "Yanxuan! Lu Yanxuan~"
It sounded like someone was calling me from afar. I looked up and it was Xu Jianwen. When did he get on the bus?
Could he have seen everything just now? I saw him struggling to squeeze through the crowd in the carriage towards me.
"Hey, what a coincidence, you're taking this bus home too?" he said as he squeezed in front of me.
"Ah... um..." I felt like the fingers had just been pulled out of my underwear.
"You live in the South District too?"
"Yeah..."
"What a coincidence, me too."
Why did he have to choose such an awkward time to talk to me? Why not in the morning? Honestly.
I felt my face burning hot, partly because I had just been touched so... nicely, and partly because I was talking to him at such an awkward moment. I really wanted to ring the bell and get off right away; I was so embarrassed. I wondered if he had seen what had just happened, and how much he had seen? I really didn't want to think about it anymore.
"We live on Dong'an Street, what about you?" He seemed to have thought about this for a long time before he came up with the topic.
"I... I live on Bei'an Street." I was a little worried about what would happen if the person behind me heard, but since he asked this, I had no choice but to answer.
"Really? We live only a few streets apart. Haha, how come I've never run into you on the street before?"
"Yeah...yeah."
We talked on and off like that the whole way. I didn't know why he suddenly wanted to talk to me today. Did he find that person touching me and deliberately come over to talk to me to scare him away?
Or was it just that after I nodded to him this morning, he decided to talk to me after school today? Either way, it was so embarrassing to talk to him for the first time in this situation. Luckily, the hand under my skirt had already quietly withdrawn.
After getting off the bus, he walked with me for several blocks, talking a lot along the way, until we reached Dong'an Street, where his family lived, before we 　　said　　　goodbye 　　. 　　**********
...　Little did I know that the pervert had been harassing her to this extent, and for quite some time. He might harass other girls, or even take advantage of her again when I wasn't around. 　　I read this far, and if I scrolled down, I'd see the beginning of our relationship. I wanted to skip this part and jump directly to the later developments, but seeing the first few words, I couldn't help but read on, word by word, watching her emotional changes and recalling our brief, sweet time together. 　　But halfway through, something unexpected happened—perhaps this was the seed that planted the seeds for Yanxuan's current state. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　End of Chapter Twelve.

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