My little girl

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My girlfriend

broke up with me on a certain day in a certain month of a certain year. She said he was better than her. I begged her to open the door and let me in, saying we shouldn't talk like this, that I shouldn't easily give up our eight-year relationship for a man I'd only known for a few weeks. After all, since freshman year of college, my heart had always belonged to her. Although she cheated on me once during graduate school, I chose to forgive her, simply because I needed her love. But now we were separated by distance, north and south, and that distance was testing us. Sigh, the iron gate remained closed. I sat in the courtyard downstairs waiting, the time ticking by. I checked the time: 11:11:11 PM.

It was no use; it was time to leave.

Late at night, on the highway back to Taipei, the Flying Cat Bus, true to its name, sped and floated. I felt the car's rapid speed, as if my body was about to separate from it. Oh well, if I could, let this end. Perhaps it would also end everything. My dear friends, I'm so sorry. I studied for so long before entering the workforce, and as soon as I did, my girlfriend left. When will I ever be able to give you a proper old age? Half-asleep, the driver reminded passengers to get off at their stop. Walking alone on Chengde Road in the early morning, should I stop by McDonald's or go back to my rented apartment? I have to go to work later; I really want to ask for leave.

Since the breakup, as a professor, I've easily lost my temper and cried easily over my students' mistakes. I'm a man, but my emotions don't act like a man's. Returning home, I'm alone, feeling empty, so hollow inside. Losing my girlfriend has suddenly made my life lose its center. I'm already twenty-seven; finding another girlfriend? I don't even dare to think about it! Where can I find one? I've been out of school for a long time; in this vast sea of people, where can I find a suitable partner?

Friends advise me to start looking among those I know, which is truly embarrassing. In the past eight years, I can count the number of single female friends I've known on one hand. I reluctantly contacted them on MSN, only to be rejected one after another. Only a former female colleague remained; I had to persuade her to go to the movies. On the appointed day, she swayed over, wearing a knee-length dress, revealing her shapely calves and high heels, her magnificent breasts prominently displayed. Ah, spring had arrived.

But fate played a little joke. There were movie theaters everywhere in Ximending, and only one seemed decent. And that theater was showing "Apocalypse" at the right time. Apocalypse—a movie full of decapitated sausages, freshly cut testicles, and penises! Seriously! We forced ourselves to end our first movie date, barely managing to suppress our nausea. Afterwards, on MSN, my female colleague used fewer and fewer words, becoming increasingly concise, until finally just "...". So, our relationship ultimately ended "...". I

failed. There was no one else I could know, and I didn't have the guts to steal someone else's girlfriend. One day, while browsing the internet, I saw a dating website next to my email. Clicking on it, I saw many seemingly innocent men and women. After some consideration, I entered my personal information, honestly writing 167 cm in the height field. Based on my previous matching criteria, normal visitors were practically zero for the past two weeks. Aside from "Xiao Rou" and "Xiao Ai" who posted cleavage photos, and a few men leaving messages wanting to get to know me, I kept revising my initial criteria until finally anyone with female reproductive organs could get to know me. Then one day, a woman without a headshot left a message saying: "I understand your feelings (because I've been writing in my diary about my feelings after a breakup for a long time, and those were genuine feelings), I hope we can meet in Kuaidi and start a new life together."

I discussed it with a friend, and we figured it probably wasn't a scam. My friend strongly encouraged me to try it out. If I arrived at the scene and there were two or three burly men, my friend even taught me how to contact them so I could call the police (what the heck?). With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I arrived at the Gongguan MRT exit. Ten minutes later, the woman appeared. I couldn't see her clearly under the advertising lights, but I remembered her large E-cup breasts, barely concealed by her sweater. Those breasts convinced me that she was genuinely there to make friends.

My little girl 02 said

, "My name has 'Feng' in it, so you can call me Xiao Feng."

"Hello, Xiao Feng," I replied, facing her (with her E-cup breasts).

"So, where should we go next?"

"Let's go eat pasta! I know a pretty good place." Thanks to PTT for expanding my culinary horizons.

After a hearty meal, Xiao Feng suggested going to the traffic island on Roosevelt Road, where we could see the countdown to the Taipei 101 fireworks. A crowd had already gathered there. As time ticked by, the crowd grew larger, and my anticipation grew. During dinner, I had already confirmed that Xiao Feng wasn't part of a scam group; she even showed me her ID proving she was a private school teacher like me. Fortunately, Xiao Feng was a talkative girl, which made up for my lack of words.

As we waited for the countdown, I secretly glanced at her: the flickering lights illuminated her profile, revealing Xiaofeng's striking features, full lips, and slightly dyed hair—she was a fashionable girl. "5.4.3.2.1 - Happy New Year!!!

" Everyone cheered, wishing everyone a Happy New Year, and Xiaofeng jumped around excitedly, while I just stood there grinning like an idiot. I couldn't help it; I was too conspicuous.

"So, we'll meet up next time?"

"Huh? Oh, yes! We'll meet, we'll meet up!"

Whew… thankfully, she brought it up herself.

In the days that followed, we continued chatting on MSN, exchanging photos of our lives, mostly taken at the schools we both worked at. Just as she had described, she usually wore denim miniskirts and riding boots to class, and the group photos mostly featured male students huddled together. She was an optimistic and cheerful girl; she didn't feel helpless at all in the face of the difficulties of teacher selection.

Gradually, our MSN conversations shifted from work to life, to relationships, and then to personal matters. Xiaofeng said she usually changes into a loose short-sleeved top and hot pants as soon as she gets home. I boldly asked her to send me a picture, and to my surprise, she actually did! Wow, those legs are so white! My sharp eyes noticed that she didn't seem to be wearing a bra under her top, and when I casually asked, she laughed and admitted it.

"How much is it?" I asked about the price of the clothes.

"E, hehe..."

I almost choked! I'd never seen what breasts were before, because my ex-girlfriend had double a minus. So what's a B cup or larger? What's a B cup or larger? I can only describe it through videos. My face was flushed and my heart was pounding, like I was discovering a new continent. What would Xiaofeng do next?

Xiaofeng sent me a selfie in front of the vanity mirror, showing off her cleavage, and then she sent another one, also showing off her cleavage, but this time, she was wearing black lace panties.

She wore a black, sheer, three-quarter-sleeved top that subtly revealed her ample bosom. I begged her to send me a picture of her in just her underwear, and Xiaofeng sent me a series of lingerie catalogs—light blue, emerald green, fiery pink. I've forgotten how that conversation ended that night; I only remember being unable to sleep, feeling like a fire was burning inside me. Even in the short two months since our breakup, a single sexy photo could ignite my desire, especially since I'd meet the woman in the picture again.

Afterward, Xiaofeng set up a blog and invited me to read it. She said she would post many of her past diary entries from her laptop, a way to "deeply" understand her. So one day, I read through them one by one—work, family, friends, teacher-student relationships—she wrote a lot.

But I found several entries about her past relationship with a doctor. When their relationship was good, they would go on trips, soak in hot springs, and even spend the night together; when things were bad, they would argue, insult each other, and break up. The emotional entanglement in this story was quite dramatic, but I couldn't relate to it. Then I asked Xiaofeng, "Do you...you still keep in touch with that doctor?"

"Actually, we just broke up temporarily," Xiaofeng replied without hesitation.

"Will you get back together?"

"Who knows?"

"...Do you love him?"

"I love him," Xiaofeng added, "I can't forget him, I'm sorry." Oh, is that so? She's shrunk... no, she's retreated. Doctor, how can I compete? It's okay, it's alright. I'm actually grateful for our conversations these past few weeks, which have allowed me to temporarily forget the pain of the breakup. As for the topic we were going to discuss last night: "Have you ever secretly worn a thong to work?", it had to be abandoned.

Back to the dating section.

In early March, a girl left a message: "I have something I want to tell you: 'Darling, don't let one dark cloud overshadow your whole life.' I live in Taipei County, and I'm also a teacher. Let's cheer each other on, okay?"

I looked at her profile: Xiaomi, 24 years old, kindergarten teacher, 152cm tall.

So we're all citizens of Hobbitland.

My Little Girl 03

"Yijun, teacher wants to ask you, how tall are you?" Leaning against the railing, I casually asked one of the female students in my class.

"Teacher, I'm 155cm tall."

"Ya-Ting, what about you? How tall are you?" I turned to ask the other girl. The market had two names in our class, enough to buy lottery tickets.

"156cm, haha~ Teacher, what do you want to do? Haha~ Teacher likes me and Yi-Jun~ haha~ haha~ haha~~" Ya-Ting yelled at me while pulling Yi-Jun's hand and running away. Halfway there, she turned back and yelled "haha~" twice, leaving me stunned.

"You little brat..." I stopped myself, wanting to retort to this brat, but then I remembered the rumor from last Monday: It was rumored that Ya-Ting and five boys and one girl from another class went out for barbecue and drinks, and that Ya-Ting, drunk, took turns sleeping with those boys. What a terrible rumor! But besides discussing it with the instructor, I also asked Ya-Ting's parents and even Ya-Ting herself, but they all gave evasive answers and didn't give a direct response. I'm still following up on this today.

The next day, I met up with my friend "The Drunkard," and we sat at a food stall eating and chatting.

"Hey, you drunkard, tell me, what's it like for a girl to be 152cm tall?" I asked abruptly.

"Oh, 152cm? Very petite and cute, kind of like that..." The drunkard pointed to an old lady across the street. "Fuck you, be serious, okay?" "Okay, okay, probably like Sakurai Ria." The drunkard raised an eyebrow, looking very lewd.

"Don't compare her to an AV actress, sigh, never mind, let's eat." I shook my head.

"What's up? Got a new girl? Congratulations! You've finally moved on!" "Not yet, just met her on a dating website, only been chatting for two weeks, nothing's really going on." "By the way, Drunkard," I added, "Um... Sakurai Ria, how many movies do you have?" Ever since Xiaomi left a message, we've had endless topics to talk about every night—interests, leisure activities, people and things we like. Xiaomi always seems so lively. Soon we exchanged MSN contacts, and as usual, I asked Xiaomi for a photo. Xiaomi doesn't have many photos, but once she sent a group photo of her kindergarten staff.

"Can you see me?" Xiaomi sent an MSN message.

"Oh, yes, I am, so dazzling." Bullshit, actually I was still looking.

"Haha! I gave a really big 'ya' that day!" Xiaomi was very proud, adding a big smiley face.

Her reminder made me see her; she really is so small, so tiny! Especially with a female teacher next to her who looked remarkably like Morishige Hiroshi (apparently their kindergarten's mascot), Xiaomi seemed so small and helpless in comparison. She could manage kindergarten children, but if she were to manage elementary school students, she'd probably get pushed over by them (not in a lewd way).

The entire month of March passed in MSN chat. We didn't meet in person because I was preparing for my teacher certification exam. We agreed to meet after April 1st, after I finished the exam. On the day I finished, I couldn't bear missing her so much that I rode my motorcycle all the way from Taipei to Taipei County just to bring Xiaomi a bowl of red bean soup.

Waiting downstairs until I saw Xiaomi walk out the door, I was genuinely surprised. Big glasses, a short-sleeved t-shirt, riding breeches, and slippers—Xiaomi just swaggered out the door like that. Seeing me, she seemed afraid I wouldn't see her, jumping up and waving her hands energetically. I got off my motorcycle and personally handed Xiaomi the red bean soup. She only came up to my chest; she was so tiny and adorable.

"Thank you~ You must be very tired, right? Hurry home and be careful riding your bike." Xiaomi smiled at me, and only then did I get a clear look at her face: dimples, beautiful eyes, and a row of white teeth when she smiled, radiant.

In the days that followed, we went on dates frequently. One time, Xiaomi took off her big glasses and put on contact lenses, tied her hair in a ponytail, wore a polo shirt, a short skirt, and clean white sneakers (Xiaomi never wears socks, and according to her, she doesn't sweat much). What an invincible young beauty!

"Once, I was dressed like this, and my colleague lifted my skirt up—you know what? An old man just happened to walk by! He stared at my thighs and butt, like this @@, haha." Xiaomi made a glasses-wearing gesture next to her eyes.

"And now?" I pretended to go over and lift her skirt, but Xiaomi dodged.

"Haha! I'm wearing safety shorts today." Xiaomi lifted her skirt herself; although she was short, her legs were quite beautiful.

After a long day of dating, Xiaomi was tired, so I took her back to her dorm. It was raining that night, and Xiaomi invited me to her room. Actually, even though we'd gone on several dates, I was still a little curious about her room tonight. Did Xiaomi have a lot of stuffed animals?

"Can I borrow your bathroom to take a shower?"

"Sure! No problem. I'll tell you which ones are for shampoo and shower gel." After showering, Xiaomi and I chatted about the places we'd been that day, the weather, and then I made a request that put her in a difficult position: I wanted to see if it would be too much for her to carry me. Since we'd already held hands while shopping, Xiaomi hesitated for a moment before agreeing. I immediately picked her up. She was so light, really not heavy at all. I deliberately spun her around, and Xiaomi laughed and hit me until I stopped. Then I looked at the time—wow, it was past midnight.

"It's so late. Why don't you stay here tonight and go back to school tomorrow?" Really? Xiaomi…are you sure you're not afraid of me staying here overnight? A lone man and woman alone in a room...

My little girl 04.

"Come on, you sleep here," Xiaomi helped me make a makeshift bed on the floor.

"Woof! Woof! Master, thank you."

"Oh, don't do that~ Let's sleep separately~" Then Xiaomi ran to turn on the stereo.

A Westlife song, a very romantic melody.

We said goodnight to each other. Five minutes later, I felt a chill on the floor, so I dragged Xiaomi off her bed to keep me company and act as a human heater.

"Xiaomi, this Westlife song reminds me of a lame joke." "Hmm, what lame joke?" "My friend, the drunkard, once bought an ABC tutorial video called 'Vacuum Boy.' He watched it at home, and it turned out to be about a woman holding a vacuum cleaner head and vacuuming the male lead's penis. 'Pull!' She vacuumed once, and the two looked at each other and laughed. She vacuumed again, and the two looked at each other and laughed even harder. She vacuumed a third time, and the two laughed even harder." "And then?" "Hmm, good question. The drunkard said that after vacuuming like that for thirty minutes, it ended." "...Hahaha, what kind of crap is this... Haha, it really is a 'crap' movie, so boring, hahaha..." Xiaomi laughed so happily. I looked at her smile, at her sweet dimples, and as I looked, I kissed her. During the process, Xiaomi's breathing became more and more rapid, and then, her breathing turned into soft moans. Xiaomi moaned softly, and her faint fragrance wafted onto my face.

It had been four or five months since we last had sex, and I really couldn't take it anymore. I ripped off Xiaomi's top, revealing her bright white lace bra. I quickly removed the bra too. I guess she's a B cup.

Xiaomi's bare breasts, the slightly raised mounds, the small areolas, the erect nipples trembling—watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath, I pressed my lips to hers, sucking on her nipples. Xiaomi cried out loudly; her voice was so husky, so mature, yet contained within her petite body, truly unique.

My tongue traced circles around her nipples, and Xiaomi arched her chest in rhythm, swaying with the movement. She was so sensitive, emitting soft, intoxicated moans.

I slowly traced my fingers down her flat stomach, her navel, her smooth skin, the sparse hair, down to her shorts, along her thighs, her smooth, delicate calves, her ankles, and back again, gently pulling down her hot pants. She

was left with only underwear, the same set as her bra, the kind with ribbons on the side. I gently stroked her waist as if admiring her, then quickly pulled off the thin string, slowly removing the small piece of fabric. The underwear immediately slipped to the side, revealing her bare lower body. Xiaomi trembled slightly, completely naked.

In the dim light, I leaned in and kissed her labia; they smelled sweet.

"Ah! No~ Don't use your mouth~ No mouth~ Ah~ Ah!" I gently stroked her labia with my hands; they were already soaking wet.

"Ah~ No hands~"

What did she want then?

"...I want your little brother...your little brother..."

Facing the kindergarten teacher Xiaomi (24 years old) who kept repeating her words, I took off my clothes, revealing my engorged penis, gently placed it at the entrance of her vagina, then carefully searched for the opening and slowly inserted it.

The moment I entered, we both groaned, for that moment when our bodies joined together. Xiaomi's vagina was warm, enveloping my penis; I could feel the warmth of the tip of my glans... So tight. For the first few seconds, we remained still, only embracing and kissing.

I thrust my hips, pumping in and out of Xiaomi, who let out loud moans. We...we really started making love...Xiaomi moaned as she looked at me with a furrowed brow, as if saying, "Why...did you come in..." "You're so mean...you're bullying me..." I leaned in and French kissed her, while simultaneously increasing the speed of my thrusts. Xiaomi's moans turned into loud moans, and I fucked her with all my might!

Sweat began to bead on both of our bodies, and gradually, we became slippery inside and out. The harder I thrust, the louder and more intense Xiaomi's moans became! The entire small suite was filled with her cries, as if the man and woman were releasing all the emotions and longing they had accumulated over the past month!

Ah! Ah ah ah!! Ah...ahhhhh!!

Xiaomi used her hand to push me back as I continued thrusting. With a jolt, she climaxed. I quickly pulled out my penis and began stroking it rapidly. A surge of intense pleasure erupted onto Xiaomi's naked body—sweat, semen, all over her, flowing and dispersing with her breath… My God… We've only known each other for a little over a month… Whew… After making love with

my little girl 05

, we hugged each other.

"…Why did you make love with me?" Xiaomi asked innocently, her eyes wide.

Hmm, that's a good, direct question. Why make love with Xiaomi? Because since meeting Xiaomi, I've gradually placed my emotional attachment on her. For me personally, dating websites are for meeting boyfriends and girlfriends. From the moment Xiaomi left a message on my page, it was already started—at least that's what I thought (feeling good about myself). And so, from dating and talking to holding hands and hugging, all the way to making love, even though a little over a month is a short time, I didn't treat this sex as a one-night stand. "Because I like you, I have feelings for you," I said, giving Xiaomi a kiss.

The next morning, I went to work feeling sore all over. During my nap at noon, I received a text message from Xiaomi. She asked, "So, what's our relationship now?" So I made a decision. After work, I rode my bike all the way to her house, then took her for a walk on the university campus. The moonlight was beautiful, and the campus lights were soft (because many light bulbs were broken). Under a big tree, I confessed to her, "Let's... date.

" "Okay."

What? Xiaomi, what did you just say?

"I said~ I~ say yes~ I don't say it twice!" And just like that, Xiaomi became my second girlfriend.

That night, I went to her place again. Unlike the night before, we now considered each other boyfriend and girlfriend, so before going upstairs, I bought condoms and left them there. When it was time to sleep, Xiaomi pulled me to bed. But I greedily wanted us to sleep naked together.

"Oh, you're so weird," Xiaomi said, starting to take off her clothes. I quickly stripped off mine too, and we hugged each other naked.

As soon as I lay down, Xiaomi considerately pulled the sheet up to cover me, a gesture that touched me deeply… I suddenly felt a sense of happiness. My ex-girlfriend had never been so considerate. Perhaps being dumped wasn't such a bad thing; if we hadn't broken up, how would I know the beauty of the outside world?

We were very close, looking at each other's faces. Xiaomi closed her eyes, a smile on her face. Later, I became certain that she always had a faint smile on her face when she slept, because Xiaomi said: "Being able to sleep well is a happy thing."

If only it were that simple.

I lowered my head to suckle Xiaomi's nipple, and Xiaomi immediately cried out, moaning weakly.

"Mmm…mmm…mmm~ I want it…"

Really? I reached over to confirm, and it was indeed wet. Such a sensitive body. I got up to enter Xiaomi's body, but Xiaomi wanted me to wear a condom, but I wasn't sure where she had hidden it after I bought it.

Xiaomi got up and rummaged through the drawers, searching for a long time. I, with my penis erect, waited for my lover. I saw Xiaomi's buttocks swaying in front of me. On a whim, I sneaked behind her, grabbed her little buttocks, and started doing it from behind.

"Ah?! Ah~ Ah ah! You...you're so bad! So bad...ah! Ah!" Xiaomi was small, so I had to lower my position to allow my penis to enter and exit her vagina smoothly. My hands also wandered around to the front, kneading Xiaomi's small breasts. Moonlight streamed from the window onto Xiaomi's back. So beautiful. Xiaomi gripped the drawer tightly with both hands, and I noticed her fingers were red. It broke my heart.

I picked up Xiaomi and helped her sit up. She was so small… She slumped weakly on the table, spread her legs, and thrust into me again, supporting her buttocks. Xiaomi wrapped her arms around my neck, staring at me with questioning eyes. We kissed and caressed each other passionately. Finally, I grabbed Xiaomi's breasts and thrust hard… until I climaxed. Xiaomi collapsed against the wall, panting, and I ejaculated my hot semen all over her abdomen and inner thighs… “…So where did you hide your condoms, Xiaomi?” Xiaomi slightly opened her eyelids, rolled her eyes at me, and remained silent.

My little girl 06.

After that, I told my friend, the drunkard, about my new girlfriend. He was my confidant, and he helped me a lot in getting over my breakup with my ex-girlfriend.

“You got together after just over a month? Isn’t that too fast?” the drunkard asked.

Was it? I didn’t know, but I roughly understood what the drunkard meant. He hoped that our relationship wasn’t just about two empty and lonely souls comforting each other, but about truly being able to be together for the long term. I was 27 years old, and I knew that very well.

But I secretly admit, making love with Xiaomi is a wonderful and beautiful thing. Xiaomi has a sensitive constitution that easily reaches orgasm, and seeing the person I like in my arms experiencing ecstasy and pleasure is so fulfilling... Could that be the reason?

"Then let me see what your girlfriend looks like," the drunkard wanted to assess her. I opened my computer to show him Xiaomi's photo album.

"Hmm, your girlfriend is very cute, she looks a bit like Su Yongkang or Su Yongkang," the drunkard nodded vigorously.

Wait, Su Yongkang? Su Yongkang?

"No, oh right, that Tarcy Su! She's a mini version, haha, you finally figured it out! Your ex-girlfriend is nothing compared to her, sigh, she's so much worse! I really don't know how you could stay with her for so long, eight years!" Yes… because I loved my ex-girlfriend! I loved her so much! If she hadn't cheated on me, if she hadn't hurt me, we might have gotten married this year. Sigh… During our honeymoon phase, we were constantly exposing ourselves. Since I started dating Xiaomi, we've had sex almost every day. This kind of sex life has made us closer and closer. Sometimes we'd do it at night, then again during morning exercises. After morning exercises on Saturdays, Xiaomi and I would hold hands and go to breakfast. On her days off, Xiaomi dressed casually—black-rimmed glasses, hair down, a white t-shirt and denim shorts showing off her slender legs, flip-flops and pink toes—and headed to a Western-style breakfast shop. Xiaomi loved to cross her legs while eating her burger, her two little white legs crossing back and forth, her flip-flops dangling lightly, looking youthful and adorable.

Actually, Xiaomi cries a lot.

She sometimes cries when she talks about her past relationship with her ex-boyfriend. Her ex-boyfriend was quite good-looking, 180cm tall, and when they were together, they were jokingly called a perfect match. However, his mother often teased her about her height, saying that she came from a dwarf country, which hurt her deeply. In order to get her ex-boyfriend's family to accept and like her, she often tried her best to cook, but her ex-boyfriend's mother would either think it was too salty or too bland, and a few times she even spat on the table to express her dissatisfaction.

"Later... one time, I saw a text message on my ex-boyfriend's phone from a girl. The message said that she missed him and wanted him very much. I was very angry and confronted him with the phone." At this point, Xiao Mi's eyes were already red.

"My ex-boyfriend wouldn't admit his mistake, so I went to tell his mother. And then… his mother told me to be patient. How could I be patient? So I cried, cried really loudly. I didn't expect them to turn on me like that, throwing my things out the door. I just squatted at the door collecting my clothes… sob… and then… sob… I went back to my hometown…" "But I still continued working at the kindergarten, so I came here to rent an apartment. My ex-boyfriend comes to the school gate every now and then to wait for me, wanting me to come back, but I can't… just thinking about how they treated me back then… I… sob… I can't…" Xiaomi couldn't continue. I hugged her and comforted her. Yes, we were both in the same boat; I understood. Things and people that were once so familiar had become strangers because of the other's change of heart. I didn't cry; I just hugged her tighter.

We slept in each other's arms that night.

I woke up in the middle of the night and saw Xiaomi's back, and that she was only wearing a small pair of panties. I gently touched her clitoris through the panties. Xiaomi was awakened by me and asked softly,

"Uh...you want it..."

Before she could finish speaking, I took off her panties, flipped her up, and put Xiaomi's legs on my shoulders.

"Hey...you're like an adult film...oh...oh oh oh..."

I pulled Xiaomi's top down to her chest, revealing her breasts and letting them sway. Although Xiaomi was only a B cup, her breasts had grown a bit before her period. This position allowed my penis to penetrate deeper, and Xiaomi moaned louder and more intensely than usual. Xiaomi was so petite, so any position was easy for her.

Even after Xiaomi reached her climax, I hadn't ejaculated. To be honest, I wanted to do more tonight, I don't know why, maybe I wanted Xiaomi to feel more loved... I picked Xiaomi up, positioned her in a lotus position, and used both hands to support her buttocks, pushing her hips forward to insert my penis. This method didn't require any waist strength, just the strength of my arms to move Xiaomi's hips, making it more intense and faster.

Xiaomi seemed to have lost her soul, screaming loudly. Her eyes were half-open and hazy. I reminded her that she was screaming too loudly... and she covered her mouth. To prevent her from slipping during the intense moment, I held her waist, while my other hand continued to support her lower body. We went back and forth like this for who knows how long... Xiaomi finally collapsed... leaning on my shoulder, panting... moaning weakly... How many times did it take, Xiaomi?

"Hoo... 4 times... I told you to stop but you didn't listen..."

So I stopped?

"...No..."

My little girl 07

It was another beautiful morning, blue sky, white clouds, gentle breeze, and bright sunshine... The sunshine... fuck, it's so dazzling @@ I'm dizzy. On my way to school from Xiaomi's place, I was thinking as I rode my bike: Will I die from exhaustion one day?

Back in class, after cleaning up, we had an English test during morning self-study. Among the group of exhausted students, I couldn't find Ya-ting. Hadn't she arrived yet?

"Teacher, Ya-ting is on sick leave today," Yi-jun replied.

"Damn, she must be on her period," the male students below the class whispered. I asked them to be quiet and not to talk nonsense until I found out the reason. After class, I called Yi-jun over and asked: What's wrong with Ya-ting today? Is it really a sick leave?

"Teacher, you don't believe me? She just had a fever this morning," Yi-jun replied.

"She's horny! Huh!" A boy passing by said rudely.

Why did they doubt it? It's simple. Ya-ting has always had problems. Her friendships are complicated, her parents are divorced, and she's practically alone at home. Her divorced parents give her a total of 30,000 yuan in pocket money every month! I've also found out that Ya-ting frequents nightclubs. Why would a minor be allowed in a nightclub? In short, there are more and more kids like this now, and they love to lie. We need to find out more.

That night, I lay on Xiaomi's lap to rest. Xiaomi watched TV while stroking my hair, like a Formosan macaque picking lice from its companion. Looking at her, I casually asked, "How about taking off your clothes? It'll be more relaxing that way.

" "...Would it kill you to let me put on some clothes?" Xiaomi replied irritably.

I got up and kissed her, trying to reason with her: "Xiaomi, you've worked all day. Isn't it relaxing to come home? Besides, you have such a beautiful figure. Seeing your body makes me feel better, like returning to nature" (spreads arms and smiles).

"...Bullshit...you big pervert...wait, what are you doing?! Why are you taking my pants off?" Honestly, Xiaomi is so skinny, she's completely unconvincing when she's angry. In no time, I'd stripped her naked. She had to use a little heart-shaped pillow to cover her private parts, pouting as she continued watching TV. I suddenly realized I'd gone too far with the joke, so I quickly went behind her and hugged her, taking my own clothes off as well.

"No~ don't press your hard thing against my butt...and oh, I think my period is coming soon, it might even start today!" What a coincidence, Ya-ting in our class also got her period, oh wait! She still doesn't know why. Anyway, fine! Let's not do it today. We're not young anymore, we should rest. While the lights are still on, something's been on my mind for a long time: I want to see what Xiaomi's little sister looks like?

"What's so interesting? You're so clueless!" Xiaomi rolled her eyes at me again. She's so cute, even her insults are wrong. It's perverted, not clueless. I gently laid Xiaomi down on the cushion, telling her to relax. I spread her legs, and there it was… Xiaomi's vulva looked like this: her labia were very thin, the slit in the middle was very narrow, the color of her vulva wasn't very pink, but rather very pale, and the hair above her vulva was sparse. I asked Xiaomi if she was shaving. Xiaomi shook her head to indicate no. She just stared blankly to the side, her head not moving. I asked her if she was embarrassed.

"...Oh, you just like looking…"

I couldn't resist wanting to give Xiaomi oral sex, but I stopped her. She was really afraid that if her period came later, it would be dirty. Okay, I couldn't force her. I stepped aside and started masturbating myself.

"It's uncomfortable when it's swollen, isn't it… Or should I use my mouth to help you?" Xiaomi stared blankly at my penis.

Really? I hadn't even considered asking Xiaomi to give me oral sex; at most, I'd just hold her hand and stroke my penis. But she offered to do it for me today, and to refuse her now would be the act of a heartless gentleman! Well… I'll just lie down and let her be. Xiaomi knelt down and slowly leaned closer, her little hand grasping my penis, and she stood there for a few seconds.

"Stop moving around like that, little brother!"

Xiaomi slowly lowered her head, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to lick the glans. Her hands were clenched tightly, and she only used her tongue to lick the urethral opening. I rested my head on my hands and watched Xiaomi lick and lick... Let's save some time. I gestured for her to take over and masturbate. Xiaomi's mouth held the tip of my glans until I was almost there. I quickly pushed Xiaomi's head away, and when... the moment of ejaculation, Xiaomi was caught off guard and couldn't dodge in time. Some semen still got on her chin... "Next time, I'll let you shoot it directly into your mouth, hehe..." You should have said so earlier, Xiaomi...

My little girl 08

Sometimes life is so strange. When you're having a bad time, you realize that it's not the worst, but when you're having a good time, you realize that there are even more interesting things waiting for you. In

the month or so since I started dating Xiaomi, I haven't paid much attention to the dating section. One day, I suddenly felt like browsing it, and wow, there were so many comments! There were female interns, nurses, pharmacists, a graduate student, and of course, Xiaofeng. The comments were plentiful: "I've thought it through. He (the doctor) isn't right for me. You're the only one I've talked to sincerely these past few days. We have the same work, the same interests, and the same things we admire and like. If you're willing, can you contact me again?" "...It's been so long since I've seen you on the dating page. I miss you. How have you been lately?" After a few seconds of calm, I closed the dating page. The next day, my phone rang. It wasn't Xiaomi, it was Xiaofeng.

"Hello? It's me. You closed the dating page? Why? By the way, are you free tomorrow night? Could you... come with me to NTU to clear my head? You treated me last time, and I haven't reciprocated!" Xiaofeng, long time no see. I closed the dating page because... I got a new girlfriend.

"Oh...okay...well...I wish you happiness..." *beep beep beep beep*...sigh, double e bye-bye. The class I teach is graduating soon. They started dividing into classes in May: one class got into the university entrance exam, and another class is aiming for the college entrance exam. After three years of hard work, they can finally breathe a little easier (the college entrance exam class is well-behaved, the university entrance exam class is relaxed). But, those two little devils, Ya-ting and Yi-jun (who got into university through the university entrance exam), went to the college entrance exam class! Seriously! I don't think they have any room for improvement. The reason isn't their ability, but that they have no interest in studying. The main point is, Ya-ting's boyfriend is in the college entrance exam class, that's the real reason, and Yi-jun is just a tagalong with no opinions of her own. These two girls are just messing around.

How should I persuade them? That evening, I was still troubled. Xiaomi, seeing me meditating alone, didn't disturb me. She quietly worked on kindergarten preparations, her scissors and glue filling the canvas. Xiaomi was making little cards for the students to process and take home to their mothers as Mother's Day cards (mothers would be very touched: my son is in kindergarten… and he makes cards for me…). At ten o'clock, Xiaomi finally finished the last card and started dancing and spinning around, in a state of extreme excitement. I said, "Xiaomi, you're really working hard. Kindergarten teachers really do handle everything, from potty training to everything.

" "Yeah, but teaching high school is tiring too! High school students are hard to teach!" That's true.

"So, now that I've finished the cards, what reward are you going to give me?" Xiaomi stopped jumping, stood up straight, and held out her card to me. "

I'll give you a big hot dog."

"...Don't you have a normal reward...?"

I went over and hugged her, our tongues entwined for a while. I took off Xiaomi's pink boxer shorts, and Xiaomi helped me masturbate. We caressed each other for a few minutes, and soon we were both naked. I held the naked Xiaomi in my arms and slowly placed her on the bed, lifting her plump buttocks. Today we were going to

do it from behind. My penis slowly entered Xiaomi's vagina. She looked up and took a deep breath. Then I started to slow down the pace of my thrusts, each time going deeper and deeper until I couldn't go any deeper. Xiaomi seemed to like doing it slowly like this, moaning softly in rhythm.

Then I suddenly sped up. This made Xiaomi go crazy again! She gripped the sheets tightly, even burying her head in them, letting out muffled screams!

"Ah, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming... Ahh ...

"Ah...you're so good...ah...you're so good...ah...so good...oh...oh...so comfortable..." Is this kind of reward okay?

"...Ugh..."

I slowly pulled out my penis. Actually, for a while, when Xiaomi orgasmed, the walls of her vagina tightly enveloped my penis. I felt that if I moved any further, I would really ejaculate, and it would be troublesome if I died (I had always been taking a chance and hadn't used a condom). Xiaomi lay on her side on the bed, panting, looking at me and my brother at an angle. I liked her position like this, I could see her beautiful little legs clearly.

Xiaomi crawled forward and approached my penis. After glancing at me, she opened her mouth and took...I...I haven't wiped off the love juice yet @@ I just knelt down and enjoyed Xiaomi's service. Maybe I had an urge to ejaculate just now, so Xiaomi only needed to move back and forth slightly to give me a great feeling of comfort. Later, she simply lay down, one hand holding my thigh, the other hand holding my penis and stroking it up and down, her lips not leaving the glans, her tongue stirring inside, and her little legs were raised and crossed, so cute.

With all that, I was really about to cum! Ah! No! I'm about to cum, wait, wait, Xiaomi... don't blow anymore... Ah! Almost there! Wait... Ah, it's coming out! Ah, I'm cumming... I'm cumming ah ah ah!!

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh ugh ><"

Keep spraying... Xiaomi looked uncomfortable, and semen gradually flowed from the corner of her mouth. When my penis stopped throbbing and spraying, Xiaomi slowly got up, ran to the toilet, spat the semen into the toilet, and flushed it away (my child...). Then she quickly brushed her teeth, and then ran back to the bed and leaned against me, all in one smooth motion.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help but cum in your mouth...

"It's okay~ It's okay to make you feel good sometimes, do you like it? Hehe..." It was really good, but... I felt so bad for Xiaomi sacrificing herself like this. I hugged her and gently nibbled on her bare back. Xiaomi kept giggling. We just hugged like that, not moving, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms.

"I have something to tell you. I've decided to quit my job at this kindergarten. I'll find a place near your school and stay with you there so you can focus on your exams, okay?" I looked at her in surprise. This was such a sacrifice! I hugged her tightly. Was it really true? God, you're so good to me… A few days later, the drunkard called to report some gossip: a female friend said her ex-girlfriend had been tricked into marriage! The guy ran away and got together with another woman. The drunkard seemed to be venting his anger for me, saying this was karma! Justice prevailed!! Who told her to dump me when I was so devoted!

I didn't answer immediately. When I got home, I secretly went online to look at my ex-girlfriend's blog. She had written a sentence: "I've been punished. I didn't expect karma to come so quickly. I'm sorry."

Actually, I… wasn't happy at all. Instead, I felt a little desolate. If only I had known this would happen! There's no such thing as certainty in this world. No one can have everything go smoothly all the time. It's just strange, though, why did I have such a nonsensical feeling? I have a vague, uneasy feeling... about everything lately...

My little girl, 09,

isn't a teacher anymore; I'm a mover.

Goodness gracious! Xiaomi's luggage is incredible! It's not heavy, but it's a pile of odds and ends—artwork and doodles from the kindergarten children, gifts from their parents as keepsakes. Xiaomi carefully wrapped each gift: "Fragile," "Extremely fragile," "Careful! Very delicate!"... Turns out, everything was easy to break, and everything had to be handled with care.

But it's okay, because Xiaomi was willing to quit her kindergarten job and move next door to me to find a new path. I couldn't do that, and for such a small girl to have such courage is truly admirable. So, I didn't complain even if it took me three days and three nights to move.

It just took a whole week!

Finally, I put down the last and most important desktop computer and sprawled out on the interlocking table. Xiaomi brought me some water, and I got up to take a sip. I looked around; this room was bigger, more comfortable, and the bathroom was cleaner (because it had been repainted). Amazing! Little Xiaomi, would you like to take a bath with big brother?^^ "Oh, okay, but take a proper bath and don't mess around! Do you hear me?" After saying that, Xiaomi pursed her lips and blinked her big eyes.

We first took off our clothes at the bathroom door and laid them out. I held Xiaomi's hand and slowly walked in (it was my first time going in barefoot, and I was afraid of slipping). I squeezed some shower gel and started washing Xiaomi's back. Xiaomi covered her breasts with both hands, not saying a word. After washing her, I turned her around to help wash her little breasts, but she refused on the spot. I still insisted on washing them anyway. Wow, they were so soft and squishy! Xiaomi looked down at her breasts being washed, her little face flushed. Next was her little sister; I was very, very, very insistent there.

"No, no, no need, I can do it myself," Xiaomi stammered.

This Xiaomi doll probably starts showing signs of malfunctioning as soon as it gets wet; no wonder it leaks so often.

Xiaomi told me to turn around and not look, and I obediently turned around. Three seconds later, I turned back and saw Xiaomi's hand reaching down and her legs slightly bowed. As soon as Xiaomi noticed, she started hitting me hard. Xiaomi, if you keep hitting me like that, people who don't know the situation will think we're having sex in the bathroom.

Anyway, it ended after about twenty minutes of physical battle while showering (Xiaomi even huddled in a corner of the bathroom to avoid turning her back to me). We both ran naked to the new bed to sleep. We probably played too hard just now, because we fell asleep snoring as soon as we lay down.

...My phone rang. It was Xiaomi. She jumped up after answering the phone and quickly pushed me out of bed.

"It's my brother. He'll be downstairs in ten minutes. He wants to check out the new place," Xiaomi said calmly.

Oh, brother... What?! What?! Your brother's coming?! According to Xiaomi's earlier introduction, she has an older brother, one year older than her and two years younger than me, who used to be a Marine. I felt like I'd been caught in bed with someone else, frantically trying to put on all my clothes. Xiaomi kept laughing and told me not to panic and to put on her underwear. Actually… if I accidentally put on the wrong thing, I'll just consider it a beautiful mistake.>< At the door, Xiaomi gave me a little pep talk: "Just pretend we don't know each other, we're just roommates, okay?"

The door opened, Xiaomi in front and me behind. I immediately walked in the opposite direction, and after a while, I secretly looked back. I saw Xiaomi's older brother get out of his car. Hmm, he was short and stocky. Was the car too small or was he too wide? @@ Maybe there was a big wooden stick in the back of the car, like The Rock.

How scary… Don't look back…

When I got home, I habitually turned on my computer to check my emails. The first one was from my ex-girlfriend, asking how I was doing. Dear teacher, I'm doing well lately, my new girlfriend is great, everything's great except you. To be fair, I'm quickly deleting this letter. Your life has nothing to do with me.

Right now, all I care about is Xiaomi, I love her.

My little girl,

since Xiaomi moved here, has been constantly looking for new jobs. Luckily, this is a residential area, so there are quite a few kindergartens and daycare centers. She quickly found one nearby, and importantly, the pay is better than in other counties. Actually, kindergarten teachers' salaries are generally not very high. Before, Xiaomi earned over 30,000 NTD in Taipei County with a recruitment bonus, but here it starts at 34,000 NTD. Everyone will say, "Are you kidding? 30,000 NTD is considered low?" But most are around 25,000 NTD. However, considering the job content, 25,000 NTD isn't much.

Moreover, Xiaomi has a license "lent" to a private daycare center for 25,000 NTD a month in rent. Even if she didn't work, she could live on that money alone. It's just that she loves children too much and can't stay at home. She's always wanted to return to the workforce, which I really admire.

We had planned that with her salary plus mine, we could barely make ends meet in Taipei after we got married. We would then rent an apartment to settle down, live, and raise children... especially children. Xiaomi said she wanted to have a boy for me, but it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl! I don't really care, they're all my precious darlings... It feels like we're progressing so fast. In less than three months, we're already talking about marriage.

In the evening, to celebrate Xiaomi finding a new job, to celebrate my class's upcoming graduation, and also to celebrate Xiaomi's period just ending, we bought pizza and soda. We simply spent a wonderful time together in our cozy little world. Late at night, Xiaomi, covered in sweat after her climax, nestled against me, acting coquettishly. I gently stroked her hair, separating each strand from the sweat on her back, while my other hand caressed her smooth legs. She hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear, "I love you so much…you know…I love you so much…" Then Xiaomi pressed her hands against my chest, struggling to lift her upper body. My penis was still inside her. Xiaomi slowly twisted her hips back and forth, something she had never done to me before. I held her thighs with both hands, my waist following her rhythm, thrusting upwards in response.

"Don't move…I'll do it…huff…I'll do it…ah…ah…" Xiaomi mumbled incoherently.

Okay, I didn't move, just watched Xiaomi swaying on top of me. Maybe it was her first time using it, or maybe she was a little moved, but the pleasure gathering at the tip of my penis gradually increased. I had a feeling she was about to make me ejaculate, so I reminded Xiaomi to stop shaking for a moment.

"Oh. Oh. Oh... It's okay... You can shoot inside... You can shoot... That just ended... Shoot directly... Ah! Ah! Ah ah! I love you so much! Shoot inside... Ah!!" Xiaomi had no intention of stopping, and I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated... My penis thrust forcefully inside her tightly wrapped vagina, and the pleasure of ejaculation began to spread from my penis to the base. I really, really couldn't bear it. Even after ejaculating, she was still shaking wildly on top of me. I had to use my hands to push against Xiaomi's knees before she stopped. Xiaomi collapsed into my arms, completely exhausted this time. The doll's batteries were dead... "I love you so much..." Xiaomi mumbled after a few minutes.

Xiaomi, I love you too. Shall we... get married someday... After a passionate night, I felt Xiaomi's love was stronger than ever before, and I wanted to marry her as soon as possible.

Two evenings later, I bought some things to restock Xiaomi's supplies, carrying bags of groceries as I prepared to cross the street.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared around the corner. Wait… isn't that Xiaomi's ex-boyfriend? (I've seen photos of him; his signature spiky hair and hunched back are unmistakable. I'd recognize him even if he were ashes.) His face seemed to be injured, with some bandages on it. What's he doing here?

Oh no…

the iron gate downstairs opened. It was Xiaomi. She told her ex-boyfriend to come upstairs and close the door. Damn that traffic light!

Oh no… oh no…

I called Xiaomi, but she didn't answer. I went over and rang the doorbell, but the damn doorbell didn't ring. Oh no… oh no… oh no… I don't have a key to open the door and rush upstairs to find out what's going on. I can only wait across the street… Time ticked by, my mood grew heavier and heavier, and the mosquitoes were multiplying. What else could I do but wait?

One hour… two hours… If anything happened, I'd done everything I could. My heavy heart gradually succumbed to exhaustion.

Two and a half hours later, the iron gate finally opened, and Xiaomi's ex-boyfriend came out. He turned back, said a few words to Xiaomi, and left. I crossed the street, called her cell phone, and Xiaomi answered, then came downstairs to open the door.

Her eyes were red. Could it be... could it be that her ex-boyfriend had just sprayed his semen in her face and eyes? Am I stupid? Those are marks from crying!!

In the room, neither of us spoke. I looked at Xiaomi, her head bowed, silent in the small apartment.

"I have something to tell you, you need to be prepared," Xiaomi began, her face flushed and conflicted.

"You know I have an ex-boyfriend, right? I'll tell you, okay! I'll say it, actually, he's not my ex-boyfriend." "He's my husband, I'm actually married!!"

"Yes, I'm married. Don't get excited. I'm sorry, I wasn't honest. I was actually married..." "What I told you before, my ex-boyfriend is my husband, his mother is my mother-in-law, and everything else I told you is true. You don't believe me? You won't believe me even if you kill me? Okay, I'll show you my ID, I'll show you my wedding ring." "That day, after I was kicked out, I went to find an apartment to hide in. My husband couldn't find me, so he went to the kindergarten to look for me. Whenever I saw him standing at the door, I wouldn't come out, no matter what. I only left secretly when he came home." "Actually, I didn't dare tell my parents or my brother about this, especially my brother. I was afraid he would come after him. My brother is very fierce, and I was afraid he would beat him to death." "Later, I was on a dating app and saw your profile. I thought you seemed like a good person. After chatting with you on MSN, I found out you were really a good person. So we became friends, and then... I thought we should just be together..." "Being with you really..." "I'm so happy, I really love you. You're so outstanding and ambitious, but the more you are like that, the less I dare to tell you the truth. I'm so afraid I'll hurt you, that you'll be very sad... I'll be sorry..." "Later, my husband secretly went to ask my colleague where I lived. My colleague told me she didn't say anything, but my husband would find out sooner or later. I had to move quickly, to a place near yours. I thought that way we could really be together forever, and I could always find another job." "What? What is bigamy? I don't know what that is?" "Do you remember that day? My brother came to find me, the day I told you to leave quickly, the day you almost wore my underwear! My brother told me something: my husband went to my hometown, knelt down and kowtowed to my parents to apologize, saying he wouldn't spend money anymore! My brother was very angry that day and kept beating him up. Yes, my brother isn't tall, what do you mean by 'jumping up to hit'? I don't know what you're talking about? Anyway, my brother beat my husband up badly, my dad..." They even rushed out to kick him, but my husband didn't fight back at all. He just kept kneeling until the next day. Later, my brother felt that he was truly repentant, so he came to talk to me about it, asking if I should forgive my husband. "I really don't know what to do. I told my brother to go home first so I could think it over. I originally wanted to say I didn't care anymore!

I had to be with you! But... but I realized I really love you so much. Because I love you so much, didn't you tell me that if I changed my mind, I wouldn't lie to you, but would tell you honestly? You said you hate being lied to the most because your ex-girlfriend kept lying to you. I always remember you saying that." "But I kept crying... Waaah... I really don't know what to do... Waaah... I love you so much, but my husband wants to come back to me. After all, I married him, and I loved him before, so I can't forget him. I... I feel like I can't lie to you anymore. I'm afraid that if you find out I've lied to you, you'll commit suicide. I'm so scared... so I can't say anything more." "You lied!" "My husband just arrived because my brother gave him the address, yes, it was my brother. I was terrified when I saw him beaten like that! Later, my husband kept begging me, begging me to come back. He said he had broken up with that vixen, and if he cheated on me again, my brother would beat him to death! And then he'd go outside and get hit by a car! Yes, yes, he'd be beaten to death, how could he go outside and get hit by a car! I told him I already have you, yes, that's right! I said it, I said we slept together, do you think he did anything? He said he was prepared, he knew he was the one who wronged me first, so he could accept me going out and having some fun, as long as I came back and got back together with him, I know, I know, don't get agitated! I know we're not just playing around... Waaah, don't be like this... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I know you love me, waaaah... I love you too... but I can't lie to you again... so I have to tell you the truth today... waaaah..." "I'm sorry..." What should I do? Get angry?! Get angry now! Get angry now! Get angry now! Get angry now!

What can I do? What else can I do? This is how men do it – breakup sex, ever heard of it? It's when a man and woman have sex one last time before breaking up, leaving no regrets. Go back and watch episodes one through nine; we've tried every position except for the inhuman helicopter-style, train bento-style, and sword-swinging style. Damn, you've read too many martial arts novels! Where does the sword-swinging style come from? What? I just passed by. Train bento-style? Okay, fine, your eyes are sharp enough. Here's a trick: First, rush over, tear off Xiaomi's top, hot pants, bra, and panties, stuff them into her mouth, and make her moan like a steam train. Then push her against the wall and thrust your penis in from bottom to top. Do a suspended sex? You're only now trying to train your waist strength? Isn't that too late? Your penis is already inside. Then, thrust into Xiaomi wildly for half an hour, then turn her around like a spinning fan and aim at her... Chrysanthemum, yes, it's a little chrysanthemum, a little chrysanthemum quietly blooming on the hillside. Anyway, her husband developed her sister before you, so you took the lead in developing Xiaomi's chrysanthemum. You and her husband worked together to develop Xiaomi. Yes, give her too much force and she'll keep having mudslides. When you want to ejaculate, don't forget to turn Xiaomi around, order her to kneel down, and then shoot your semen hard on her face. Don't forget to tell Xiaomi to lick the golden liquid off your glans. Oh right, I mistyped, it's semen, not gold. I just wanted to see if you fell asleep halfway through. That's the whole SOD for breakup sex. A-Gan is the SOP. I'm really too excited. Do you understand now? Why don't you do it? You ask me how I know so much? People on PTT all teach it. So I got up and approached Xiaomi to kiss her, but she avoided me

. What's wrong? In the end, she didn't even give me a kiss?

What is this love of more than three months?

Leaving Xiaomi's place, I looked back unwillingly at the top of the wall. There were once our dreams there, but now it's all gone. Was the love of the past three months real? You must be laughing at me, oh my god, you idiot! I've told you before, dating websites are full of scammers, and you still got scammed even though you're a teacher! Okay, I'll tell you, I really love Xiaomi. Even now, after being scammed, I still love her so much. She's my favorite little girl, and I'll love her no matter what. Laugh, laugh, I'll reply with a line I learned from the movie Goodfellas:

"I'm funny how? I mean, funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh… I'm here to fuckin amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how?

How am I funny?"

The phone rang.

Was it Xiaomi? Was it Xiaomi? Was it Xiaomi? Was it Xiaomi? Was it Xiaomi? Was it Xiaomi? Was it Xiaomi? Was it Xiaomi? "Teacher! Teacher! It's Yijun! Teacher! What should I do? Yating committed suicide by cutting her wrists!!" Oh God! Stop making a scene, okay... Why did everything happen tonight... This isn't a novel...

My little girl,

I took a taxi and sped to Ya-ting's place. On the way, I made three phone calls: to the instructor, to Ya-ting's parents, and to the ambulance (Yi-jun was terrified; she said that even though something happened, she only called me and didn't call an ambulance). When I arrived, I found that Ya-ting's mother had already accompanied Ya-ting to the hospital emergency room in the ambulance. The front door was open, and only Yi-jun was left in the living room.

Yi-jun sat blankly on the sofa, looking completely lost. She was wearing a pink striped off-the-shoulder top that revealed her ample cleavage, and denim shorts that showed off her bare legs. Her bare feet had bright red toenails and anklets. Why did I look so closely? Because with that kind of outfit, she was almost certainly going to a nightclub, and Ya-ting had probably dragged Yi-jun along.

Yi-Jun is also a girl with a lot of problems. First of all, she's a super naive and clueless girl. In her first year of high school, there was a lewd saying circulating at school: "If you want to play around, find Ya-Ting; if you want sex, find Yi-Jun." This is because although Yi-Jun is only 155 cm tall, she has a very mature figure, is curvy, has fair skin, and a baby face. She's also incredibly naive and can't say no to boys. Rumor has it that in junior high, a bunch of boys used various excuses, such as tutoring her, secretly riding their motorcycles to and from school, buying her things, or even giving her online game points, to entice her to sleep with them. Yi-Jun agreed to all of these because she had a distorted view of sex and didn't feel the need to protect her body. The reason for this is that she was sexually abused by her stepfather for a long time when she was a child. Her mother found out and angrily divorced him and called the police, resulting in her stepfather being arrested and imprisoned. These extremely private things were told to me by her mother. Sigh, you really can't be careless when educating children.

In my first year of high school, my biggest worry was Yi-Jun, so I paid close attention to who she was with to and from school. Then Ya-Ting, a transfer student, appeared and became her friend. For the first part of the time, I trusted the clever Ya-Ting to protect her, until recently I discovered that Ya-Ting had also started taking her to nightclubs. It's terrible. But I never expected that Ya-Ting would be the one to get into trouble first.

I sat at the other end of the sofa and saw a small jacket hanging nearby. I gestured for Yi-Jun to take it and cover her thighs, and asked her what happened. Yi-Jun tearfully recounted her story, in fragments. I tried to piece together what she said:

Ya-Ting started dating the top student in her class. That boy often used tutoring as an excuse to flirt with girls from other classes. Ya-Ting saw this and was furious. Jealous and jealous, she went out with five guys from a nightclub one night to show off, acting like she was in high demand.

Nightclubs are full of all sorts of people, but Ya-ting had to deal with five of the worst. While out for dinner, they drugged her with hallucinogenic drugs, leaving her unconscious. She was then taken to a small room and repeatedly sexually assaulted and photographed by five men (yes, the kind where they hold one in each hand, one in her genitals, and one in her mouth, while someone else takes pictures—sigh, don't watch porn and get the wrong idea).

Afterwards, Ya-ting asked her underworld friend to settle things. The five men were severely beaten and handed over the photos, camera, and money. Seeing that they had been punished and paid, Ya-ting thought it was over. However, one of the men had evidence on his phone. This resentful scoundrel showed the photos to Ya-ting's boyfriend before graduation, implying, "What good are your good grades if your girl got taken advantage of by our five brothers? They gave her oral sex, facials, and ejaculated all over her."

Ya-ting's boyfriend was furious when he saw the photos. He confronted Ya-ting, saying, "I might flirt with others and hold hands, but you're doing things we've never even tried before, including hitting five people at once! We're breaking up and never seeing each other again!"

Enraged, Ya-ting attempted suicide by cutting her wrists, even asking Yi-jun, that idiot, to call an ambulance before

doing so. That's the whole story. Good heavens… it's a complete mess. Not only was Yi-jun crying as she recounted it, but I, as a tutor, also felt like crying. It turns out I've been a tutor for three years without any real understanding or support for my students after class. And… just an hour ago, I was shamefully dumped too.

Once Yi-jun calmed down, I realized that it was just the two of us left in the house. Yi-jun, perhaps because she was too hot, had tossed her jacket aside, her slender, white legs crossed, and her left hand was scratching an itch on her right shoulder. Each time she reached out to scratch, her cleavage was revealed, and her neck was pink from being scratched. Perhaps it was too late, because Yi-jun stretched vigorously, exposing her already short bra to her waist, revealing a bit of her red underwear inside her jeans.

I stood up and walked over to Yi-jun. Her head was at my waist level. She looked up at me with teary eyes, and I looked down at her and her white breasts, the lace of her bra clearly visible beside her.

A few seconds later, I bent down, picked up the jacket, tossed it to Yi-jun, and told her to put it on. "Let's go! We're going to the hospital."

Ya-ting's mother and the instructor were already outside the emergency room. When her mother saw me, she immediately bowed deeply. I quickly told her not to, but she said she felt bad for making the instructor worry. Actually, I felt bad too. Ya-ting's mother then pulled Yi-jun aside to talk, while the instructor also pulled me aside to whisper in her ear.

Instructor: "Instructor, I've informed the principal about Ya-ting's situation. He's not very happy. You should be prepared." Nothing else mattered.

When I arrived at the ward, the space was crammed full of beds. Whether patients or family members, everyone's expression was one of exhaustion, helplessness, and silence. I found Ya-ting; she was in the last bed, her left hand wrapped in gauze.

As soon as Ya-ting saw me, she waved enthusiastically, beckoning me over. I tried to weave through the crowd and equipment, my movements very slow. Ya-ting smiled happily at my clumsiness. When I got to her, I pulled up a chair and sat down. We looked at each other for about five seconds.

Ya-ting: "Teacher, you're here."

Me: "Yeah."

Ya-ting: "Teacher, you look so down. Are you in a bad mood?"

Me: "What do you think?"

Ya-ting: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore! Did Yi-jun tell you everything? Everything?" Me: "Yes, really, why did you have to commit suicide? Making everyone worry!" Ya-ting: "Teacher, don't be angry. I was just in a bad mood for a moment. It's okay, I won't do it again, I promise." Me: "You're graduating soon, so I can't control you anymore. Anyway, don't express your feelings so drastically. Suicide is very irresponsible." Ya-ting: "Teacher, it makes me so sad! I won't see you often after graduation!" Me: "Yeah, I'll definitely set off firecrackers to celebrate your graduation." Ya-ting: "Teacher, you're so mean! You're so hurtful!" Me: "Hmph, by the way, what happened to you two afterwards? I mean, you and OOO..." Ya-ting: "I guess you broke up! Anyway, Yi-jun told him, but he didn't come to see me." Me: "Don't do it this way again. If you're going to break up, then break up." Ya-ting: "Okay." Me: "Anyway, you're both so grown up..." "As you all probably know, there's no right or wrong in relationships between men and women." Ya-ting: "There's only what's suitable and what's not. Yay, I was right! Reward!" Me: "The reward is that you get more rest. Bye-bye." Ya-ting: "Ah~ no~ don't~ do~ that~! Teacher, can you chat with me?" Me: "Oh, what do you want to talk about?" Ya-ting: "How have you been lately?" Me: "I've been doing well lately, thank you."

Ya-ting: "Wow~ teacher~ you're~ so~ serious~ Okay~ let's talk about your love life!" Me: "I'm married." "There are five children, thank you." Ya-ting: "You're lying~ Teacher is clearly a homebody~" Me: "I'm not a homebody, I have a girlfriend."

Ya-ting: "Oh? How long have you been dating?"

Me: "...

" Ya-ting: "Teacher, tell me, how long have you been dating?"

Me: "...Not long."

Ya-ting: "Teacher, what's wrong? You look so sad~ Did you break up~?" Me: "...Yeah." Ya-ting: "She bullied you, teacher~" Me: "...No."

Ya-ting: "I~ know~ now, her ex-boyfriend came to see her, right!" Me: (Damn...) Ya-ting: "Then it just means you two aren't meant to be! It's not the teacher's fault, right!?" Me: "Maybe." Ya-ting: "Teacher, just keep looking! Keep looking and you'll find a good girl!" Me: "Where do I look?" Ya-ting: "There are! Like me! So cute!" Me: "..."

Ya-ting: "Ugh! Teacher, you're so mean! So picky! Or Yi-jun would be fine too! She has such big breasts!" Me: "Keep your voice down, it's embarrassing." Ya-ting: "Oh, sorry, sorry, shh! Shh!" Me: "Anyway, I appreciate your kindness, thank you. It's late, you should get some rest." Ya-ting: "Teacher, you're going home now~ Well, then, I hope you're in a good mood!" Me: "I'll try." Ya-ting: "Come on, let's pinky swear!" The teacher and student pinky swear.

I leaned my head back against the back seat of the taxi. I was so tired. It was past two o'clock. Everything tonight happened too fast. I need time to calm down.

Back home, lying in bed,

I felt so lonely…

Xiaomi… why aren’t you here with me…

my little girl, 12.

No one can bear being suddenly dumped.

From the second after Xiaomi left, I missed her terribly.

During the week leading up to graduation, I was busy with rehearsals, supervising the last night study session for the advanced exam class, and collecting old school uniforms. Actually, there wasn’t much to do; I just wanted to find things to keep me busy.

At night, I made call after call, went to the kindergarten gate again and again, and stood guard downstairs at Xiaomi's apartment, but I couldn't find her. She never appeared on MSN. Xiaomi seemed to have vanished into thin air from my life. I deeply regretted not finding out her hometown address during those short three months. If I could, I would kneel before her family and accept the test of her older brother's iron fist. Of course, I hadn't done anything wrong or wronged Xiaomi, but if I could do something to get her and her family to accept me, I would.

But like a drowning person unable to find driftwood, I tried desperately to grab onto anything, but it was useless, so I gradually sank, and no one heard my cries for help.

Three days before graduation, the principal summoned me.

Principal: "Professor, first of all, thank you for your hard work over the past three years." Principal: "I must explain to you why you did not receive a renewal letter." Principal: "Because after a meeting, we felt that your teaching methods over the past three years had some flaws." Principal: "For example, the suicide of Yating from your class last week." Principal: "But the school still thanks you for guiding the students to graduation over the past three years." A handshake, a deep bow, and from today onwards, I am truly free. The principal's daughter took me to the personnel office to collect the relevant documents. She was parachuted in by the principal to manage us. She became the personnel director at the age of 30, graduated with a master's degree from a foreign university, and was very arrogant. She liked to wear high heels and walk around outside the classroom, rarely looking people in the eye.

Principal's daughter: "Teacher, do you have any more questions... What's wrong? What's wrong? Teacher, what are you doing... Why are you touching me like that? This is an office, show some respect! Teacher, don't come any closer, don't come any closer... Ugh... Ugh... Huff... I... I'm your superior, how could you... kiss me... Huff, huff, huff, again... You're so good at kissing... What? Your tongue? Okay... Ah... Ah... You're making me so hot... My body... So hot... Don't touch my neck... It's very sensitive there... Where... Where smells so good... Yes, it's Chanel... You're so good, you guessed it right... My collarbone is itchy... Hehehe... Your kissing technique is really good... Wait, don't take it off! No... That's enough, that's enough... We can't do this... It's dangerous... Can we stop here? I can't do anything inappropriate with you... Wait! Wait! No! No! Ah! I'm going to scream for help! No! Help, help!

Help... Ugh..." …Ah…it’s so embarrassing to rub me like this…heh…heh…what…34D…yes, it’s Triumph! When are you going to open it?! My breasts…nipples…are so sensitive…ah~ah~ah! Don’t suck on me…I’ll really want it…oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…okay…okay…okay…um…it’s so embarrassing…you took off my shirt…ah! Ah~ah! No! I’m so fat…I haven’t exercised in a long time…it’s so embarrassing…what? No…really? Does this count as not fat? I…I’m 30 I'm 30... I have two kids... both kids are in kindergarten... the eldest is five... my husband... um... he's ten years older than me... hasn't... hasn't touched me in a long time... let's stop for a bit, okay... please... I've been married for a long time... I don't know... this is wrong... don't... don't touch my thighs... I'm not wearing stockings today... it'll be itchy... Ah, don't put it in! Ah, no! No, no! Oh... oh oh oh... oh oh... your fingers are so horny... I didn't... I wasn't wet... I didn't... don't talk nonsense... don't... don't open my... my... ah! Ah ah! Don't there... don't turn over~ don't~ ah ah! Don't keep teasing me~ what are you doing next? No! Don't kiss there, it's very... ah! Ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Ah, don't put your tongue in! ! Please! Ah ah ah oh~ oh~ oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry

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