Two years of school spying (1-10)

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Two Years of Spying on My School (
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Chapter 1: A Sudden Disloyalty
"Ding ding ding ding... ding ding ding ding..." The school bell rang, unchanged from high school to university. Perhaps the only thing that changed was my ever-increasing age. Passing by my old high school by chance, scenes from over three years ago came vividly to life before me. The story begins like this...
In the autumn of 1995, I was just an ordinary student, a freshman in my second year of high school at a fairly good public high school in Taiwan. Before the craft class teacher announced the assignment for the semester, I was no different from any other high school student: average grades, average height, average build.
It all started with the craft class assignment: paper crafts. "So tiring..." I turned off the air conditioning in the school history room, locked the door, and left. To complete the assigned project "Paper Crafts" for the craft class, many students simply made a paper sculpture and called it a day. But then my mind suddenly clicked, and I borrowed the key to the school history room from the principal's secretary (don't doubt it, I was very nervous the first time I went to borrow it). Starting from the second week of school, I spent every noon (12:00-1:00) in the school history room, using the air conditioning to cool off while making a model of the school using paper crafts. Yes, my craft project was to make a miniature paper model of the school. A month passed quickly, and my initial tension began to ease. The hour I spent working each day gradually decreased. Since the time I used was exactly from 12:00 to 1:00, 12:00 to 12:30 was the school's lunch time, and 12:30 to 1:00 was nap time. In our school, students are not allowed to leave the classroom during nap time except to use the restroom. However, I used the seemingly legitimate excuse of "doing homework" to wander around the school during this time.
And that's where my strange experience began...
One noon, as usual, after turning on the air conditioning in the school history room, I went to the school's "rooftop." Because our school's design is quite unique, the administration building where the school history room is located only connects to the student building on the 2nd and 3rd floors. The so-called "rooftop" is the top floor of the administration building. I walked up to the fifth floor and inadvertently brushed past a female teacher. She then went to the women's restroom on the fifth floor. Perhaps it was a sudden idea, but I quietly crouched down at the entrance of the women's restroom and peeked in. The toilet stalls in the school restroom had a gap of about 6 or 7 centimeters between them and the ground. There, I saw a scene I had never seen before.
With the sound of clothes being removed, a mature woman's genitals appeared through a gap of six or seven centimeters. She was wearing high heels, and the slightly deformed curves of her calves from squatting were incredibly stimulating to an inexperienced boy. But what followed was even more stimulating. A stream of water shot out from between her legs through the black pubic hair, and the sound of it splashing onto the toilet bowl was clearly audible. This continued for about 10 seconds. One hand gently wiped her genitals and wet buttocks with toilet paper. Shortly after I quickly escaped to the men's restroom next door, the female teacher emerged from the women's restroom with the "click, click" of her high heels. I was bewitched. From then on, almost every noon, after spending a short time in the school history room, I would head towards the vicinity of the women's restroom as if possessed. The location for my voyeurism changed from the fifth floor of the administration building to the women's restroom in the connection between the student building and the administration building. Since only the second and third floors were connected, female students could only come from the second and third floors, so there were fewer people coming and going, making it less likely for me to be discovered. And I, usually, waited in the women's restroom stalls on the 3rd or 4th floor, waiting for one dazzling golden scene after another...
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As my peeping increased, I became bolder and bolder, sneaking in at the perfect time.
Since the girls' restroom I frequented happened to be the "second" closest to my own classroom, it wasn't easy to spy on the girls in my class using the restroom. To achieve this, one evening during a self-study period at school, I secretly took my tools to the girls' restroom closest to my classroom and, taking advantage of the quiet of the night, removed all the locks from the stall doors. This way, even if the school sent a janitor to repair it, given the school's slow pace, it would take at least two or three days to fix it. The girls in my class would then have to run to the more distant restroom—my hideout—to take care of their urgent needs, giving me the perfect opportunity…
Finally, the next morning, a "Under Repair, Do Not Enter" sign was posted on the door of the nearest girls' restroom next to my classroom. I was incredibly excited that day! As soon as the noon bell rang, I rushed to my pre-designed trap, and after confirming that no one was around, I secretly slipped into one of the middle stalls. As a group of footsteps approached, accompanied by the chatter of the female students, I mentally shouted: Success!
Two girls entered the cubicles in front of and behind me. I was naturally prepared. Looking ahead, I could tell from the girls' voices and the style of their shoes that the girl in front of me was Xin Yi, the fiery one from our class! This girl, relying on her English skills which were on par with mine, always competed with me for first or second place in English class. She always spoke with a sharp tongue, but despite that, she was undeniably pretty. Looking at her "lower body," her labia minora were quite nice, peeking out slightly from between her labia majora.
True to her fiery reputation, as soon as she squatted down, a powerful stream of urine shot out from between her legs, making the entire toilet rattle, all while she chatted loudly with the students outside. Soon, Xin Yi finished urinating, cleanly and efficiently, but it seemed she hadn't brought any toilet paper? I saw Xinyi reach her right hand towards her vulva, rub her clitoris with her fingers, then put on her underwear and skirt and walked out. Taking advantage of the break between the stalls, I turned around and looked down at the stall behind me. Looking up from the side of the toilet seat, I could clearly see a rather pretty pink pair of underwear hanging between her legs. Who was it? Later, from the girls' conversation, I learned that it was actually Xiao Lan, the undisputed "most handsome girl" in the class, and one of the few who could actually compete with the boys in sports (I didn't mistype, Xiao Lan is what the boys called her). Xiao Lan, always so cool and stylish, was wearing such sexy underwear? You really can't judge a book by its cover. Xiao Lan's pubic hair was quite sparse, lightly covering her vulva. I could directly see the flow of fluid oozing from between her labia. It wasn't fast, but the amount was quite large, constantly seeping out from the cleft, flowing down her buttocks, and then dripping down again. I could hear Xiao Lan sigh softly. This Xiao Lan was completely different from the cheerful and outgoing persona we boys usually saw; she had a very feminine air about her. After quite a while, Xiao Lan finally finished urinating and carefully wiped herself twice with toilet paper. Mmm! I like it! Many women are actually quite casual about using the toilet, quite different from their outwardly glamorous appearance. But Xiao Lan, who was always considered tomboyish, was quite well-mannered in this regard. Following Xiao Lan, the girl who entered the stall behind me wasn't a classmate, but a girl from the next class. However, I was quite familiar with her; she was Xiao Hui, my good friend Joseph's girlfriend. Joseph said they had been dating for six months and hadn't even kissed yet. And now I was less than a meter away from Xiao Hui's bare vulva, watching her most private moment. If Joseph found out, I wonder if I'd get beaten up…
However, it is precisely because it allows direct access to a girl's most private life that voyeurism possesses such a powerful allure, captivating many. Naturally, I was one of those who fell into this trap. Xiao Hui frequently visited this restroom, so I recognized her movements immediately. She quickly pulled down her underwear, squatted quite a distance from the toilet seat, and urinated for less than 10 seconds. Xiao Hui's most obvious action was that she only urinated at lunchtime, so she didn't use toilet paper. Instead, she would shake her buttocks up and down to shake off the urine attached to her genitals. Then she would put on her underwear and skirt, flush, open the door, and walk out. Xiao Hui occupied a significant place in my later adventures. As for the details, I will describe them later. The last female classmate I saw today was Pei Lin, one of the two class beauties. Although she was indeed quite pretty, compared to the other class beauty, Pei Lin was the quiet type, and her family seemed to have very strict upbringing. Therefore, she was the "only to be admired from afar" type for us boys. Today I actually had a great opportunity to "get a close look," although I couldn't play with her, it was still incredibly lucky. Perrin went into the cubicle in front of me, so I could clearly see her beautiful little bottom. As she urinated, a few drops of blood-red mucus dripped down; it turned out it was her period. I don't have a particular preference for women's genitals during menstruation, but what happened next surprised me quite a bit. It turned out Perrin was using a tampon, and this was the first time I had ever seen a tampon inserted into a woman's genitals. A thin white line peeked out from Perrin's vulva, hanging outside. To change the tampon, Perrin carefully separated her labia minora into an "O" shape with two fingers of her left hand (it wasn't very clear from behind), slowly pulled the used tampon out of her vulva, and then inserted a new one. Honestly, tampons are nothing compared to a man's penis, but it seemed to feel quite good when inserted. I could hear Perrin's panting. In the end, the school janitor took a whole week to fix all the women's restroom door locks I had removed and discarded. Naturally, this week was a "special meal time." There were quite a few girls from our class who came here, which gave me a real treat. However, this trick can only be used once. Looking back, why didn't I bring my V8 to record it? What a mistake!
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next story involves a pivotal event, and also someone who significantly changed me…
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... From now until 1 PM is the school's designated nap time, so unless someone urgently needs to pee, no one will come to the toilet. This is a good opportunity; fewer people means it's safer. At 12:35 PM, with the sound of footsteps, I knew I had another target to peep on. White sneakers with blue soles—yes, it's Airi from the next class. I have some close friends in that class, so I know Airi indirectly, but only vaguely. After she entered the stall in front of me, I expertly peeked through the crack under the stall, waiting to see what would happen. She must have been holding it in for quite a while, because Airi's urine slammed against the toilet bowl with a loud thud. It lasted for a long time before she finally stopped urinating. But instead of wiping her bottom and leaving, Airi put her right hand between her legs and began rubbing her labia. At first, I thought she just wiped herself with her hand because she didn't have any toilet paper, but as Airi played with her vulva for a considerable time, and her breathing became heavy, it suddenly dawned on me: Airi was masturbating!
I only saw Airi's right hand moving faster and faster, constantly playing with her labia majora and minora from side to side, but she didn't insert her fingers into her vagina. This was the first time in three months that I had seen a female student masturbating in the school toilet, so you can imagine how shocking it was for me!
Airi seemed unsatisfied. Masturbating in this squatting position required her left hand to support her body and prevent her from falling, leaving only her right hand free. Airi simply turned around, sitting on the squat toilet so she could use both hands, thus facing my gaze while masturbating!
With her legs wide open, Airi reached both hands to her vulva, constantly playing with her labia. Because she was facing me, I could clearly see Airi's labia minora swelling and beginning to protrude beyond her labia majora, and clear, sticky fluid appeared on her hands. As time passed, Airi seemed to be approaching orgasm, changing from sitting on the toilet seat to kneeling on the ground, rubbing her vulva more intensely, then slowly parting her labia minora and beginning to play with her clitoris, commonly known as the "bean."
Having spied on her so many times, this was the first time I'd ever seen a swollen, engorged clitoris. The sight was indescribably lewd, and it made my blood boil. Finally, after a heavy sigh, Airi's hand stopped. She must have reached her climax. Suddenly, Airi's face appeared before me, looking at me from the opposite side—through the crack. My body froze instantly, as did Airi's. We stood there, our eyes locked, for a long time. A million thoughts raced through my mind, the biggest being: "What do I do? What do I do?" If she reported me, I was finished. For me, that was the longest minute. Airi was the first to act. She quickly dressed and left the stall. I was still standing there, not knowing what to do. Hearing her footsteps out of the stall, I hurriedly pulled up my pants. Unexpectedly, she stopped outside my stall. "Open the door," she said. It was too late to escape. I steeled myself and unlocked the door, facing Airi. After a while of this standoff, I felt as if the air itself had frozen, my whole body chilled to the bone. The thought of the consequences of being caught sent shivers down my spine. "So it was you." Airi had already recognized me. "I was wondering why anyone would take so long in the bathroom." Airi's tone wasn't like someone terrified of being seen in a story; instead, it was stern and threatening. I felt like I'd fallen into the nineteenth level of hell, frozen in place, unable to utter a single word. "Come find me after school. I'll take you to see the drill instructor. You don't want things to escalate, do you?"
"I..."
"Or do you want me to yell and call everyone over now?"
"...I understand."
After Airi left, I quickly returned to the classroom. For the next four hours, I felt like a lamb to the slaughter. I didn't hear a word the teachers or classmates were saying, terrified that the school's loudspeaker would suddenly call me to the drill instructor's office. My image at school was fairly good, my grades were good enough to get me into university, and my family always thought of me as a well-behaved, obedient child. If I were exposed… I dared not think any further. What was coming was inevitable. At four o'clock sharp, the school bell rang, and my steps as I walked out of the classroom felt as heavy as if I were going to my execution. In the empty classroom next door, only Airi sat expressionlessly in her seat, like an executioner carrying out a death sentence.
I followed Airi cautiously, not daring to utter a sound. All I could think about was how to explain it to my family. Since Airi chose to go to the instructor's office after school, at least it shouldn't be announced at school. But being notified to my parents was unavoidable. Naturally, my steps faltered. Gradually, I realized something was wrong. Airi wasn't heading towards the instructor's office! Instead, she headed towards the arts building on the other side, all the way to the fifth floor, the most secluded corner of the entire school. "Go in." Airi pointed to the women's restroom next door. "You..." I didn't understand what Airi was talking about. "Are you going in by yourself or do you want me to scream?"
Reluctantly, I went in myself. It wasn't until Airi pushed me into a stall in the women's restroom that I realized things weren't like this. "You, masturbate in front of me."
I could hardly believe that these words would come from a girl's mouth, at least not in this situation. "Hurry up!"
Before I could even react, Airi's hand was already on my belt. It was then that I realized she was trying to use something on me! Without further ado, in a moment of self-destructive frustration, I pulled out my penis and started rubbing it. Seeing me finally move, Airi's eyes gleamed with excitement, and her right hand began to wander, reaching under her skirt. And so, two people who had practically only met once were masturbating in this cramped women's restroom stall, watching each other. "Ah...ah!" Finally, I reached my peak of excitement, ejaculating my semen onto the tiled wall beside me. Seeing me finally ejaculate, Airi's face flushed even more, and she pulled me closer with her left hand. And so, the two of us were pressed tightly together. Although she had just reached her climax, the slightly warm female body still gave me a great shock. I couldn't help but hug Airi tightly and roughly took her lips. The response I got was Airi's more intense panting, "Ugh... Ugh!" Airi's body vibrated more violently. After a moment of stiffness, Airi went limp and fell on me, slowly panting, "You..." I couldn't think of anything to say next. Perhaps, right now, not saying anything was the best choice.
After a brief moment of relaxation, Airi left my body, lifted her skirt in front of me, took off her underwear, squatted down, and started urinating facing me. Stimulated by this intense scene, my groin began to stir again. "Lick it clean for me..." Airi stood up after urinating, looking at me with a strange smile, and brought her vulva closer to me. As if possessed, I involuntarily brought my mouth to Airi's vulva. Her vulva had a sour smell, completely different from a man's. I gently licked the bright red flesh with my tongue. Airi sighed slightly, pressing her vulva closer to my face. After carefully licking it, I pulled Airi down to sit, letting her straddle my lap, so we could both enjoy the afterglow of our orgasm. "You are..." I couldn't help but ask. "How was it? How did it feel to see it directly?" Airi asked me with a slightly eerie smile, "As long as you don't tell anyone, I won't tell anyone either, how about that?"
"...You deliberately lied to me and said you were going to see the instructor?"
"If you didn't say that, how could you have tricked me into coming here?"
"You... lewd woman."
"Yeah... you can't be fooled by appearances!"
Ignoring my feelings, Airi giggled as she unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, pecking at my chest like a little bird, making low, somewhat lewd sounds. "Mmm... so good... Airi..."
Hearing my thoughts, Airi's mouth moved even faster, raining kisses on my chest. In response, I reached for Airi's not small breasts. Because Airi is almost the same height as me, I hadn't usually noticed how impressive her breasts were. But now, after unhooking her bra and touching them, I realized that Airi's breasts were actually quite large, easily creating cleavage. And so, we played with each other's bodies.
"Mmm... touch here..."
Airi freed one hand and guided my right hand to the bushes below her, trying to stroke the cleft between her labia with my hand. In sync with her movements, I gently swept my index and middle fingers back and forth along the cleft.
"Ah... so good... so comfortable..." Attracted, Airi leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered. I continued to stroke her, but still didn't dare to try to insert my fingers. After all, this was the first time…
Airi stiffened again on me. As the movement stopped, I could feel some sticky fluid on my fingers. “This is vaginal fluid…” It wasn’t like the vaginal fluid in the novels I’d read or the computer games I’d played, where it would leak out like urine. Instead, it was a sticky, slightly cloudy fluid…
By the time we got dressed and left the girls’ restroom stall, it was almost dark, and it was almost time for evening self-study. If we didn’t go downstairs soon, we’d be locked up on the second floor or above until 8 PM (the school restricts entry and exit during evening self-study). It seemed I wouldn’t be in the mood to study at school today. “…Want to go somewhere?” I asked Airi, who was fixing her hair in front of the mirror, looking quite happy. I really didn’t understand. “Yeah, I’m going shopping. Let’s go together.”
Going with a girl… Walking the streets of the bustling city wasn't my first time, but this was the first time I'd gone shopping with this girl with whom I had a strange relationship. To be honest, I didn't feel like I was shopping at all, constantly replaying what had just happened. "Hey, how about we go to that ramen shop for lunch?" Airi seemed completely relaxed, as if nothing was wrong, and pulled me into the ramen shop. "Take me home."
I checked my watch; it had been a while since evening self-study ended. When we returned to the school gate, Airi "generously" got on the back of my motorcycle and waved to me, clearly insisting on taking me home. Because I didn't have a driver's license, I usually only took familiar routes when riding my motorcycle, and taking Airi home was surprisingly far, in a completely different direction from my house, on a hillside on the edge of the city. "You live here?" I pointed to one of the row of upscale villas in an alleyway.
"No, my sister and I live in the one at the very back."
Airi gestured to the house at the very end of the alley, about four stories high. It turns out Airi has an older sister who's currently in university. To receive a better education in the city, her sister brought Airi along to this larger metropolis. "Well then, see you tomorrow," Airi said with a slightly mischievous smile, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "After tomorrow... there's still a long time ahead." She whispered in my ear, and then Airi slowly disappeared into the dim light of the alleyway, her long hair swaying in the breeze. **************** ...
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But as soon as the noon bell rang, I seemed to become a different person. To avoid being seen by others after my transformation, I hurriedly ran to the place I had arranged to meet Airi, and then gently knocked on the plastic door of the agreed-upon cubicle with a specific knocking sound, "knock, knock, knock." Waiting for me inside was Airi, who had already transformed. After closing the door, the small cubicle was left with only two wild beasts, two wild beasts that combined purely for the pleasure of sexual intercourse, constantly demanding more pleasure from each other's bodies. "...What excuse do you use to sneak out every day?"
It was another noon after making love, and the two of us were lying in the cubicle. Although it was December in winter, due to the intense movements just now, all we had on us were our shoes and socks. In the relaxation after the climax, Airi pressed me about why I always sneaked out at noon. "Actually, I didn't originally come out at noon to..."
Although we were already quite familiar, and Airi knew I came out to "peep," it still felt a little strange to say the word "peep" in front of her. "Oh? So it's because...?"
Faced with Airi's question, I was considering whether I should tell her about the school history room. It wasn't because the work in the school history room was anything special, but because it represented my "real life." Taking Airi there might mean that I not only wanted Airi to possess my dark side, but also to enter another world of mine. Was that a good idea? I kept calculating in my mind. "It's because of my craftwork, in the school history room, I use my noon time to make it."
"...What kind of craftwork?"
"Actually, it's nothing special... Do you want to go see?"
On the way to the school history room, I kept telling myself, "There won't be any problems. I'm just taking her to my workplace." After all, neither of us would easily break our secret relationship. "This is the school history room. Not many people know that the school has a place like this."
I unlocked the door of the school history room and introduced the spacious space of about 20 ping (approximately 33 square meters) to Airi. Indeed, compared to university history museums, which are historical symbols of the school, our high school, which focuses on college entrance exams, is completely neglected by parents who only care about whether their children can get into university. Before I started working in the history museum, the glass of the trophy display case was covered with a thin layer of dust. After I started working there, it practically became my personal studio at the school. I brought a set of computers and printers that I had just replaced from home and placed them in the corner. The glass display case filled with various certificates was piled with white glue and huge cardboard for my work. The wall display case, which displayed the rankings and various competition trophies that senior students had worked so hard to obtain, is now covered with small notebooks that I use to jot down information. This is now my exclusive workspace. The most prominent thing in the entire history museum is the huge display stand in the center of the room, which has a 1/200 scale model of the school. My goal is to completely replicate this model. However, due to the neglect of work, progress was extremely slow. A one-meter-long ruler sat at the school gate, set squares and compasses were on the roof of the teaching building, and rolls of full-size design drawings were piled haphazardly on the school playground. Since the model wasn't protected by a glass case, every part could be touched directly. "Wow…it's huge!"
Airi, who had never seen a room like this in a school before, curiously looked around. Naturally, the most attractive part was the model in the very center. "Yay…this is so cute!" Airi played with the artificial tree at the school gate, then looked inside the building through the acrylic windows. "But all the windows here are sealed. Aren't you hot working here?"
To Airi's question, I pointed to the row of controls next to the light switch by the entrance. "Although few people come here, it's the school history room after all, so there's air conditioning."
"Wow…that's great. Even the student classrooms don't have air conditioning, but this place does…"
"How about it, not bad, right?"
"You dare say that? You didn't tell me about this amazing place sooner... Okay, it's decided. You'll wait for me here tomorrow."
"Huh?"
"That's right, it's almost one o'clock, let's go back!"
Without asking any questions, Airi unilaterally decided tomorrow's "itinerary" and ran off, leaving me completely dumbfounded. [Last edited by shinyuu1988]

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