The Growth Story of a Sexy Beauty (Parts 1-18)

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(I) An Inexperienced Girl

Hello everyone, I'm Yun'er, and I recently celebrated my 17th birthday. I'm not very tall, only 160cm, and not exactly petite either; I'm quite chubby. Luckily, my breasts are well-developed; I can wear a size D bra. A close friend told me that I might even develop a second growth spurt if I get a boyfriend.

Because I'm not tall enough, I've always liked wearing heels. My family doesn't allow high heels, so I buy very, very high wedges, not caring about the old-fashioned style. So over the years, my butt has become quite perky and round. When I look in the mirror while showering, I like it more and more, hehe.

But I'm ashamed to say that I've never had a boyfriend, let alone my first kiss, first love, or first time. It's not that there's anything wrong with my appearance; my family has very good genes. If you go back further, we're supposedly related to royalty. My generation is all girls; my cousins aren't close to me, and they live far apart. Judging from the photos alone, while the three of us sisters might not be considered stunning beauties, we each have our own unique charm. My younger sister has delicate and adorable features, which, combined with her petite figure, give her a charmingly delicate, almost fragile beauty. My older sister has fine eyebrows and eyes, a quiet and dignified air, and the elegance of a woman from the Jiangnan water towns. As for me, I have thick eyebrows, large eyes with slightly upturned corners, and fan-like eyelashes—my eyes are the feature I'm most satisfied with. I have a high nose bridge and full lips, though I don't really see what's considered sexy. But overall, the combination is very pleasing to the eye, and my relatives have commented that with a little makeup, I would definitely be prettier than my sisters. I'm really looking forward to it.

From what I've described above, you should be able to get a general idea... why, despite being pretty and having a good figure, haven't I had any real intimate contact with the opposite sex by the age of seventeen? There can only be one answer—my upbringing was too strict. I was constantly pressured to study, or to dance, sing, play instruments, and paint—to be as ladylike as possible.

Some girls might say that's great—quiet, pretty, and cultured, she'd definitely be popular at school. But deep down, I'm not a quiet girl; it's a side I've always been afraid to reveal.

Perhaps it was when I overheard boys talking about lewd and obscene things in junior high that I became aware of matters between men and women at a young age. Driven by curiosity, I borrowed many novels and comics from rental bookstores. Every time I saw scenes of the male and female protagonists undressing and embracing, I would get excited, and occasionally my genitals would tremble. I loved this feeling; you could say I was addicted. Often, when washing my underwear, I'd find my crotch wet. Although I didn't quite understand why, I would secretly wash it myself, not letting my mother help. My mother, unaware of the reason, even praised me for washing my clothes myself.

Later, when the internet became more developed, I secretly went to an internet cafe once. Although I was driven away by the smoky atmosphere, what I saw and heard that day haunted me. As soon as I logged onto the webpage, I searched for a short erotic novel I'd only read halfway through, and a bunch of websites popped up. I randomly clicked on one, and it was like opening a new door—the screen was filled with animated images, showing men and women in various positions entangled together. For the first time, I saw a man's penis and a woman's vulva so clearly.

I instantly blushed with embarrassment, thankful I'd chosen a corner where I wouldn't be seen by those behind me. I instinctively closed my eyes while still stealing peeks. Several minutes later, I remembered this wasn't at home watching a TV drama with my parents, where I had to close my eyes during kissing scenes. Now I was in an internet cafe, free to see whatever I wanted, no need to hide.

For the next hour, I lingered on that website, but unfortunately, much of the content required registration. I could only skim through some free articles and pictures, which was a huge surprise for my "naive" self back then. Sadly, however, I haven't had the chance to go to an internet cafe in all these years, not even to this day. Not only is my schedule too tight, but the atmosphere of internet cafes is simply too intimidating. Occasionally, I think back and wonder if that website still exists after all these years.

Before my birthday, I graduated high school a year early due to my excellent grades, and for that, I received a precious gift—a small laptop. While it

didn't have as many features as a large computer, it was perfectly adequate for browsing the internet, watching videos, and listening to music. In my dad's words, even though I was already in university, my studies were still my priority. I couldn't let computer games ruin my education, so he bought me a small one specifically for online learning

, not for gaming. My dad was clearly very proud of himself, thinking his idea was brilliant—allowing his daughter to utilize online learning resources without neglecting her studies. Little did he know that my interests lay elsewhere; the internet functionality was more than enough for me.

In the past month or two, my intellectual life has become unimaginably rich. I discovered that those erotic stories and images I once longed for were now almost impossible to find online, while the emergence of AVs, H-animations, and H-games instantly captivated me. I watched one Tokyo Hot, Ipponmichi, and Caribbean films after another on the forum, even though the plots were all pretty much the same, I still enjoyed it immensely. After watching so many, I started to become picky about the actresses' looks and figures. I preferred actresses who were beautiful, had exquisite makeup, and had well-proportioned figures with particularly large breasts. I wasn't too picky about the plot, but stories set in schools resonated with me, as did stories set in subways and public restrooms. Thinking about it, perhaps it's because I've been to these places, even frequently, so I felt a strong connection.

Watching those AV videos, I felt a faint envy. Those women being penetrated repeatedly by men, their moans I couldn't understand, but their expressions were incredibly pleasurable. Watching them made my breasts swell, and I felt a lump in my throat. I couldn't understand why those young girls, or the heroines in humiliation films, struggled so fiercely, their expressions so painful, when it was clearly pleasurable. That's why I especially hate women who say one thing and mean another. If it were me, I'd naturally enjoy anything that feels good.

I've found myself increasingly enjoying watching videos of group sex and gang rape. It seems that lying there being penetrated by different men, my vagina filled with their semen, gives me a sense of satisfaction. In one video, a female student is tied up in an abandoned men's restroom at school, blindfolded, her limbs tightly bound, her vulva and anus exposed. After school, a long line forms outside the restroom, and the girl is penetrated by one boy after another. At first, she's screaming, but slowly it turns into moans of pleasure. Honestly, I can tell, even though I don't understand what she's saying. It seems this hypocritical woman has been conquered by the men's penises. I find it incredibly satisfying. This video is one of my few collectibles, stored in a password-protected folder, hidden very deep. If I didn't check it frequently, I probably would have forgotten where the folder was after a while.

Taking advantage of summer vacation, I pretended to relax after finishing my exams, and every night I locked myself in my room online, watching videos with headphones on. Occasionally I'd watch some adult games that I couldn't play yet, but reading other people's guides and comments was quite interesting. Just yesterday, on a whim, I added someone on QQ through a post on a website's discussion forum. The post said someone was lonely at night and wanted to chat with a sexy girl. I mustered up the courage to add them, but they didn't reply, which disappointed me.

Tonight, as soon as I went online, I heard my QQ beeping incessantly. When I opened it, a bunch of messages popped up—it was from that guy from last night.

(II) A netizen taught me about erotic matters

: "I'm here, slutty girl, are you still there?" "Slutty girl, is your pussy itchy? Do you want me to lick it for you?

Where are you? Talk to me!" "Are you asleep? It's okay, I'll be waiting for you online tomorrow night. Remember to wash your pussy clean so I can play with it, haha!" These few words made me blush. It was the first time someone had teased me with such explicit language.

At school, everyone thought I was unapproachable, and I thought I should be like that too—aloof, reserved, and dignified, not talking much to boys—all things my family taught me from a young age. But seeing this man's words, I felt an inexplicable surge of secret pleasure. Was I really so depraved and lewd, easily aroused by mere words?

I checked the time; it was 8:30 PM. I usually went to bed around 11 PM, so it was still early.

I figured if we were going to talk about this, it should be after we were in bed, after my parents thought I'd be asleep—that would be safer.

So I resisted the urge to reply immediately and, as usual, opened a webpage to look for videos. But no matter how I tried to distract myself, the movies I usually enjoyed couldn't hold my interest. I went to the discussion forum and saw men bragging about having one-night stands with innocent women and drugging and raping female high school students. However, I clicked on yesterday's post intentionally or unintentionally, and as I scrolled down, I suddenly saw that the original poster had replied at 0:23 this morning, saying, "Haha, some slut couldn't resist adding me. Looks like I'll have a good time tonight." Continuing to read, I saw replies saying, "Not bad, not bad, waiting for the original poster to share the follow-up. If there are pictures, be sure to share (ˉ﹃ˉ)", and others saying, "Someone even added her, she's definitely a top-notch slut. Sluts should be fucked to death, good luck to the original poster!"

Since I already knew that the slut mentioned in the post was me, I felt indignant—I hadn't even done anything yet and I was being insulted so harshly—while my body started to get restless. Unable to wait until 11 o'clock, I grabbed my pajamas and went to take a shower a little after 9. My mother curiously asked why I was going to bed so early, and I said I went to bed late last night and was sleepy and wanted to rest early. I successfully entered the bathroom. Today, I showered more carefully than usual, as if I were truly giving my body away. Being a perfectionist, I couldn't tolerate the slightest flaw. Back in my room, I felt incredibly stupid for what I'd done. We'd never met, and we were only online; what could that man possibly do?

I lay on my bed, put my notebook on my lap, opened QQ, and typed just a question mark. This time, the reply came quickly; the man on the other end had been waiting for ages.

"Hey slut, you're finally here. You gave me a good time last night, so I'm going to have a good time today, or I won't let you go." "Why won't you let me go?" Not knowing what to say, I just typed a random question, completely clueless about online chatting.

"Haha, if I don't let you go, I'll fuck your cunt raw, make your legs unable to close, then you won't be able to leave.

" A moment later, this message popped up on the screen, and my face instantly turned bright red. I really didn't know how to respond. Seeing that I didn't reply, he kept sending more question marks and messages like "Why aren't you saying anything?" I had no choice but to tell the truth, my heart pounding with anxiety. I wondered if this person would still respond after hearing that I'd never talked to him before.

Surprisingly, he seemed more interested, speaking a little more gently and no longer leaving me speechless from the start. He first asked my age and where I was from. Having some common sense, I just blurted out 20, not even specifying the exact location. He didn't dwell on these questions and then asked if I'd ever had sex. I shyly answered no. He pressed further, asking if I'd ever masturbated, and I still said no.

"Oh, I didn't expect to meet such an innocent girl, haha. I'm in a good mood today, and it's still early, so I'll teach you a thing or two." "Thank you!" I was very grateful. I was just chatting with him, but he turned around and helped me. I thought for a moment and added a smiley face, which made him laugh even harder. He returned the smiley face at the end.

"Hey girl, typing like this isn't very convenient, how about we use voice chat?" "Sorry, I live at home, my parents think I'm asleep and can't talk, I'm sorry." I hurriedly typed a string of words and sent it. Every time he made a suggestion, I rejected it, and I really felt bad about it.

"It's okay, just use voice chat and you can hear me." He sent the voice message before I could refuse. I hurriedly pulled out my earphones and put them on before the call connected. A male voice with a slightly hoarse voice and a Northeastern accent rang in my ear: "Hey sexy girl, can you hear me? If you can, just type for me." "I can hear you!" I immediately typed and sent it. There was a commotion on the other end, like the rustling of clothes and the sound of a chair being moved.

"Oh, okay, I'll teach you a lesson today. Do as I say, first take off your clothes." The man stopped, probably waiting for me to take off my clothes. I hesitated for a moment and then decided to do as he said. Anyway, it was in such a faraway city, and I might never meet him again in my life, so it wouldn't affect my life.

I rustled as I took off my clothes and put my earphones back on. I looked down at my nipples, which were already hard, pink like cherries.

"Now look at your breasts, oh, you know what breasts are, right? They're your nipples, your nipples. Then gently pinch them with your hands, and then pinch and rub your nipples with your fingers." Hearing the man's words and seeing the text were completely different experiences. I was so stimulated that I trembled, and my heart was pounding. I didn't know if the other person could hear me.

"Is it comfortable, hmm? Tell me, what does it feel like?" "Very comfortable, a little itchy, a little numb." I let go of my hands and typed hesitantly, unsure if my description was accurate.

"That's good, haha. If a man licks your breasts and sucks your nipples in the future, you'll feel even better." The man on the other end laughed loudly. I could hear the sound of a lighter and a zipper. My hands returned to my breasts. The soft flesh on my chest was so big that I couldn't hold one in each hand. I was quite proud of myself. I would occasionally pinch my nipples with my thumb and forefinger; the itchy, tingling sensation was quite enjoyable, but too much pressure would hurt, and I wasn't sure how much force to use.

"Good girl, if you've had enough, let's move on to the next step, which will be even more comfortable. First, spread your legs and feel if your pussy is wet. Is there some sticky, clear fluid that tastes salty and sour?" I did as he said, placing my right hand on my private parts. It was warm and wet to the touch, indeed sticky and slippery. I was a little embarrassed, and the man urged me to tell him the answer, telling me not to lie, or he wouldn't teach me anymore.

I quickly answered yes, and then heard a loud laugh from the other end. A little annoyed and embarrassed, I sent a red-faced emoji.

"Haha, I won't laugh at you anymore, but little girl, you're already this horny even though you've never been fucked before, what will you be like in the future?" The man chuckled twice more, and just as I was about to type out my anger, he continued,

"Now use your fingers to separate your labia, and then stroke from the bottom upwards, back and forth." I leaned back slightly, and my right hand slowly stroked my vulva following his instructions. My fingers quickly became wet, and my vulva felt more and more comfortable, even more comfortable than when watching videos.

"Then you touch the very top, there's a hard little clitoris, press and rub it hard, little girls, don't squirt because you're so turned on."

"Mmm..." I found the spot he mentioned and pressed down hard. The electric shock-like sensation almost made me jump off the bed. Although my mouth was tightly closed, sweet moans still escaped from my nose.

"Oh, little girl, your voice is very nice. It shouldn't be a problem if you speak softly, your parents won't come in." Although he was tempting me like this, I still didn't agree. My body went limp the moment I pressed that little bean. I couldn't resist trying again, but I was afraid I'd scream again. In the end, desire overcame reason. I bit my lip and rubbed that hard flesh with all my might, my legs taut and my toes clenched tightly.

"One hand can touch your vulva, and the other can touch your nipples. Taking care of both sides will make you feel more comfortable," the man opposite advised. I placed my left hand on my breast and pinched my nipple hard. Sure enough, the pleasure was definitely greater than the sum of its parts. Suddenly, my body trembled violently twice. Because my legs were spread open and the headphone cord was a bit long, the tremor almost made the headphones fall off. I experienced unprecedented comfort, and my whole body was filled with a special, indescribable feeling. I vaguely knew that this was an orgasm.

(III) The Accident That Happened When I Opened the Video

Presumably, the man heard the noise on my end and stopped talking, waiting for me to recover from the afterglow of my orgasm. After about three or four minutes, I could only hear the sound of typing on the other end. I adjusted my headphones and wiped my vulva with a tissue. The tissue was completely soaked, and fluid was still seeping out. I used two more tissues to wipe it all clean. The sheet was still inevitably damp in a small area, like a child wetting the bed. Although the area was much smaller, I still couldn't help but blush. I sent another question mark and waited for the other person to reply.

"How was it? Did you climax? At first, climaxes come really quickly. Later, you need to gradually increase the stimulation, like buying some vibrating balls online. Remember not to break your hymen. It's better to save that for a real man to break it with his penis." The man's voice was laced with laughter. I was very grateful for his reminder; I'd really met a good person who was completely thinking of me. I quickly typed "Thank you, brother." I'd never called anyone "brother" before, and typing like this suddenly felt a little strange.

"Since you've had your fun, help your brother have his fun too. That's fair." "How?" I was willing to help him; after all, it's only fair.

"Hehe, just turn on a video so I can see you. If you're worried about being exposed, you don't have to show me your face."

I thought this man was very thoughtful, so I readily agreed. But I didn't know how to turn on a video, so I asked him to send me one. He quickly ended the voice call, and a video invitation popped up. I accepted. I really had no experience. I had clearly decided not to let him see my face, but before I could even find the built-in webcam on my laptop, the video call connected.

"Oh, little beauty! Haha, I've hit the jackpot today. Your breasts are so white and big, any man who gets to sleep with you is incredibly lucky." The man's flattery slightly distracted me from my annoyance and fear. Since I had already been seen, I was too lazy to cover up.

I never imagined that the first person to see me naked would be a nameless pervert across the internet. I saw a naked beauty lying on the bed in the video window, with long hair draped over her shoulders, a pair of snow-white breasts adorned with bright red nipples, and her face flushed. On the big screen was a man in a shirt, average-looking, in his early twenties (I couldn't tell his exact age), with long, dyed blonde hair and pierced ears. The background was probably an internet cafe, and he had a cigarette dangling from his mouth. If a man like that were near me in real life, I'd instinctively flinch away, but under the influence of this man's words, I experienced my first orgasm. This subtle feeling was both novel and exciting; my heart, which had calmed down, started racing again. Just then, another figure appeared in the video feed—a tall, thin man leaning against the back of a chair, looking down at the screen.

"Hey, a big-breasted girl, willing to show you her face, bro, you paid, right?" He brought the microphone closer, his voice even clearer in my ear: "Slut, rub your tits for us, don't just sit there like an idiot!"

"I, I'm not..." I couldn't help but stammer, but stopped myself after a few words, nervously glancing towards the door. Relieved when there was no movement, I breathed a sigh of relief. The man opposite explained my situation to his friend, and the other man quickly apologized, but didn't leave. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. The blond man had a cigarette in one hand, the other hand was unseen, and his arm moved rhythmically. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him before speaking to me: "Girl, do the same masturbation movements you just did for me, show me your pussy, I won't let you down, I'll get you a QQ membership later." I was a little reluctant; this extra guy next to me seemed to be getting a huge advantage. He looked at me, his "life mentor," and finally started the unfamiliar movements. Maybe because I had already orgasmed once, this time it took twice as long as last time, but I still didn't have that electric feeling all over my body. I bent my legs and put them on the sheets, with a few pieces of paper under my buttocks. One hand spread my labia, and the other hand vigorously rubbed my clitoris.

"Wow, so open-minded, are you sure she's a virgin? Maybe she's some slut playing a virginity game?" "Heh, probably not. This girl doesn't even know how to masturbate properly, she's still using those two tricks I taught her. But looking at her slutty attitude, she'll definitely be a top-tier slut someday." The two men's comments suddenly aroused me. I freed one hand to rub my nipples, rubbing the left one then the right. I clenched my teeth, but my heavy breathing still came through the earpiece.

"Damn, bro, go for it, shoot your load on that little slut over there!" I heard the guy next to me say, his voice rising a few decibels. I couldn't help but glance at what was happening on the other side, but because of the camera angle, I couldn't see anything.

"Haha, you slut, want to see me cum? I'll help you with that. Add me on QQ later, we can chat sometime." Luckily, the man next door noticed my gaze and adjusted the camera. In front of me appeared a man's hand rapidly stroking a purplish-black penis. The penis wasn't thick, and the glans wasn't particularly attractive—at least not as good-looking as those Western male porn stars online. But this penis was throbbing with excitement because of my body, and just thinking about it made me incredibly excited.

Then, the penis ejaculated white fluid right in front of me. This wasn't the first time I'd seen a man's semen, but I'd heard before that the semen in porn was just made with paste. The semen in the video window, though not much and not very thick, was definitely real. I couldn't help but lick my lips, and the two men opposite me burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, little slut, want to eat semen? Want me to put some on your webcam so you can lick it?" My body probably couldn't reach orgasm anymore, so I stopped what I was doing since the other guy had already ejaculated. I typed a string of angry and knife-like messages. The two guys on the other side laughed so hard their chairs almost tipped over.

Nothing much happened. The guy on the other side lazily took out two more cigarettes and offered one to his friend.

I turned off the video, typed "goodnight," and went to sleep. Tonight was really tiring, but exciting and fun. This way, I could experience the pleasure of sex, which was more intense than watching videos, and it also ensured my personal safety.

The next day, I received a friend request from someone else. It must have been the other guy from yesterday. I added him without saying anything. Later, I inexplicably clicked on that post, only showing the original poster. Sure enough, I saw that the guy had shared the follow-up. His nude photos had also been posted, but he had kindly blurred my face with a thick mosaic. If I didn't know it was me, I probably wouldn't have recognized myself. I breathed a sigh of relief and even anonymously commented on the post saying that the beautiful woman in the photo had a great figure, secretly showing off a bit.

Over the next few days, the two men contacted me several times. I didn't always agree to their requests. My typing became smoother, and I remembered to adjust the camera before video chatting. Occasionally, I would take some nude photos of myself in the bathroom and send them to them. I was especially happy to see them both complimenting my figure. I also learned that the blond-haired kid from the beginning was a thug, and the other man was the manager of that internet cafe. However, the manager reassured me, saying that although the thug wasn't very capable, he was loyal and always acted consensually, and he had never forced or threatened any girls. Such assurances were better than nothing, and I couldn't really argue with them. I could only be more careful in our subsequent online chats. This manager was very talkative, and I gradually relaxed more and more, discussing more and more things with him. We talked mostly about online adult videos. I would tell him the videos I liked and their content, and he would recommend some and even send me the torrents. After watching them, we would discuss them, and sometimes our discussions would turn into video sex.

One day, the internet cafe manager suddenly asked me if I wanted to open a chat room since I was so open-minded, so more men could see my body at the same time, and I could chat with many men at the same time. He also said that since I liked watching gang rape videos, I should also like the feeling of being watched by many people. Anyway, these men couldn't see my face, so it was just like chatting online. When he said that, I swallowed my refusal. What

I didn't know was that the internet cafe manager, whom I thought was a very nice person, went and created a private group after I agreed. Everyone who joined the group had to pay 200 yuan for admission. Of course, he wouldn't share this money with me.

(IV) A Flower in Video Chat

A few days later, the internet cafe manager told me that the group had been created and asked when I could start chatting. After agreeing to his suggestion, I was also looking forward to it. I immediately told him that I could start tonight, but a little later, because I was still outside with my girlfriends at the comic convention. Before, I was always confined at home studying, and my parents never allowed me to go out and play with my friends. This summer, I was finally free! Although I don't have many close friends, I wish I could ask them out every day to make up for all the freedom I've lost over the years.

Exhausted, I returned home in the evening. It was hot outside, so I immediately took a shower and washed my hair, smelling wonderful. I checked the time; it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. I threw myself onto the bed and stretched. My thin summer silk slip dress barely covered my upper thighs, and I could vaguely see my bare genitals. I figured I'd have to take it off anyway, so I might as well wait until I was done and cleaned up before putting it back on. The cool feeling of not wearing underwear was very comfortable. I started fantasizing about the explicit stories I'd read—about beautiful women going without underwear and being sexually assaulted on the subway or bus. Thinking about it, I became a little wet. Blushing, I sat up, turned on my computer, and saw a bunch of men waiting for me online. I was getting a little too excited.

As soon as I logged onto QQ, the little penguin icon kept flashing. Clicking on it revealed a group invitation. After accepting, a group window popped up, and I saw over ten people in the bottom right menu. The only one I recognized was the group owner, the internet cafe manager. The manager was the first to notice me and greeted me in the group.

"Xiaoyun's here! Say hello to everyone!" "Oh, oh, oh, the beauty's here..." "Hello everyone ^_^"

"Where is she? I can't see her." "I see her! Hello Xiaoyun, looking forward to your performance tonight!

" The group suddenly became lively, everyone talking at once. My simple three words quickly went viral, with many people asking where the beauty was. What woman isn't vain? Although my classmates often commented on my looks—after all, a beautiful woman who is academically gifted and multi-talented is easily liked—it was mostly in private. No one had ever called me "beauty" to my face. I felt like the boys avoided me; maybe I was just too unapproachable. I happily looked at the text in the group chat window, glancing at the group's name—"Beautiful Xiaoyun's Private Channel." The internet cafe administrator was so kind, haha, I chuckled to myself.

"Okay, Xiaoyun, say something to everyone again. I've changed your name." The administrator's large red text was very eye-catching. I typed "What?" followed by a confused emoji, and found my nickname had changed to "Xiaoyun the Slut," and the font had turned a vibrant purplish-red. Although I was a little unhappy with the nickname, I didn't object. We were all online, so it didn't matter if everyone was a little more open.

"Haha, when are you going to show us your pussy, slut? I've saved my semen for you~" "Yeah, yeah, we want to see your tits too, I'll suck them for you~" The group chat became even more erotic. I now knew that all this talk of sucking tits and penetrating vaginas was just everyone's fantasy. Although we couldn't actually do it through a screen, talking about it still made both sides feel aroused. So I slowly learned to boldly use vulgar words to describe human organs.

"Okay, tonight everyone's going to eat Xiaoyun's tits, lick Xiaoyun's cunt, and gang rape this little slut~" As I typed this, I felt my pussy was about to overflow with juices. I spread my legs and started putting tissues on the bed. I was getting better and better at this, except my mom had commented the other day about how quickly I used up my tissues, so I had to say I had a bit of a heatstroke and a runny nose, and I'd been forced to drink several large cups of herbal medicine.

The group chat started buzzing again, everyone clamoring to see my performance. Just then, the internet cafe administrator promptly initiated a group video call. It was my first time using a group video call, and the window was a little different from usual. I carefully adjusted the camera, took off my clothes, and then connected to the video. The group video window was much larger, squeezing the chat screen to one side, making it a narrow strip. Everyone's text scrolled by so fast I couldn't even read it all. I used the mouse to resize the window to slow the scrolling.

"Wow, this girl is so direct, getting straight to the point!" "Xiaoyun's breasts are so big, definitely a D cup, I really want to squeeze them!" "Hello everyone, Xiaoyun has started her performance. If you have any requests, please type them in.

Sorry, Xiaoyun can't speak over there. Xiaoyun is still a student and lives with her parents, so please take care of her!" The last paragraph was typed by the internet cafe manager. Reading it warmed my heart; it felt like being cared for by an older brother. I scrolled through the records and sure enough, some people complained about the lack of background music and sound, and others wondered if their headphones were broken. Apparently, group video calls require speaking. I didn't know any of this, but thankfully the internet cafe manager came to my rescue.

"So Xiaoyun is still a student! Wow, students these days are so open-minded, Xiaoyun is squeezing her own breasts for us~" I saw this message and started kneading my breasts with both hands. The internet cafe manager had also taught me some techniques over this time, not just those two. They also sent me some so-called instructional videos. The actresses in the videos were wantonly touching their bodies, inserting dildos into their vaginas, and constantly uttering lewd language. The videos the internet cafe manager sent me were all translated, so for the first time I understood what they were saying. I circled my areolas with my fingers, occasionally pressing down on my nipples with my nails and then releasing them. I rubbed my nipples into a column shape in front of the camera, then pulled both nipples towards the middle, as if trying to bring them together. Although I didn't succeed, my breasts were deformed from the stretching, and waves of tingling sensation spread from my nipples throughout my body. I suppressed the urge to moan and diligently played with my breasts. Many people in the channel were saying they wanted to lick my areolas and suck my nipples. They also said my areolas were so sexy and beautiful. I occasionally stopped to type and thank everyone for their compliments.

"Xiaoyun, that's enough, show everyone your pussy~" the internet cafe manager's red text popped up again.

I moved the laptop off my lap, carefully making sure my face wasn't in the video. Then I spread my legs into an "M" shape, reached my hands behind me through the gap between my thighs and calves to find my vulva, and gently pulled my thighs apart. As I watched the video more and more, I became more familiar with my private parts. My pubic hair is sparse, my vulva is clean and white, and my labia are pink—the legendary "pink vulva." I breathed a sigh of relief when I first saw it. I'd seen some girls online discussing that not all virgins have pink vulvas; it depends on pigmentation and varies from person to person. I don't know if that's sophistry or science, but I was genuinely happy to have pink vulvas, as if it proved my purity.

"Wow~ Abalone pussy, pink pussy, haha, Xiaoyun is so pretty!" "Yeah, yeah, her pussy is so wet, Xiaoyun is having so much fun with us!" "Yeah, yeah, let your brother lick your pussy, your brother's tongue is very flexible, he can definitely lick inside your vagina and make you feel amazing, haha!" "Haha, take turns, line up, if you can't lick her pussy, lick her tits, Xiaoyun is covered in men's saliva and finger marks, isn't it great?"

Looking at everyone's words, my pussy got wetter and wetter, it really felt like I was about to climax just from being watched. I typed to tell them that I was a virgin, so I couldn't let them penetrate me, because I didn't know what it felt like to be penetrated.

But they could lick my pussy and suck my tits as much as they wanted, I would make sure they had a good time. At this time, someone else started teasing me, saying that my pussy was already so wet that I would definitely be licked to orgasm, and asked me to orgasm for them, and even asked if I could squirt.

I was also very curious and longing for squirting, I always felt that women who squirted in videos were especially happy, it was almost like they reached the peak of pleasure. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it myself. I had to spread my labia and pinch my clitoris with two fingers, that little bean. My fingertips moved back and forth, and my already swollen clitoris became even more sensitive. Although it hurt a little, it was mostly pleasure. I could clearly feel the gushing fluid from my vagina.

Finally, my whole body trembled as I thrust, and I released a lot of fluid. I knew I had orgasmed, and I figured everyone would be happy. Orgasming in front of so many men was incredibly exciting. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but this orgasm lasted longer and was more intense than any I'd ever had before.

That night, I was so exhausted that I collapsed on the bed, unable to move. Some of the men ejaculated quickly, some slowly, some wanted to ejaculate again, and some couldn't ejaculate at all. I could only do my best to play with my own body; I couldn't help at all. Later, I was so angry that I wanted to just turn off the video, but the internet cafe manager kept persuading me that we should all play together and not leave anyone behind. I angrily told him not to add people like that anymore; it was really making me uncomfortable. The internet cafe manager assured me repeatedly before I calmed down.

With the start of school drawing closer, my private channel became increasingly lively. Everyone knew I lived at home and didn't expect me to do anything outrageous, but the recurring antics, including me dancing and taking off my clothes to the music the manager played, were endless. I'd studied dance since I was little, and although I dropped it due to the heavy workload in high school, I still remembered the basic moves. Watching the veiled beauty in the video slowly undressing, cupping her breasts and swaying her hips, I suddenly almost didn't recognize myself. Was this still the reserved and dignified school beauty? Many of the girls in those online selfies weren't as provocative as me. But I was still happy. I've always liked not hiding my desires; who's going to see someone pretending to be in pain or coy when they clearly want something?

Finally, when the number of members on my private channel reached 300, I packed my bags and prepared to go to university. I told the internet cafe manager that I'd be living in the dorm from now on, and video calls would be impossible. He was very understanding and told me to focus on my studies and not worry about the group chat. He said

I could chat with him privately when I had time, and not to forget about his older brother. I was happy and said I would chat with him often, since he was my first online friend, not counting the little rascal who disappeared after one time. Little did he know that the network administrator had made a lot of money during this time. Having tasted the sweetness of success, he quit his job and developed the channel. At its peak, it had more than 50,000 members. There were more than a dozen beautiful female anchors on different channels who registered on the website every day.

But I won't go into the details. On a sweltering night, I said goodbye to my parents and boarded the train to the city where my university was located. I wondered what stories would unfold on the train. I was looking forward to it.

(V) My First Experience on the Train

The city where my university was located was quite far from my home. It was in the southwest and took more than ten hours to get there by train.

My parents booked a soft sleeper for me. Although they were busy with work and couldn't take me to school, they still made my journey as comfortable as possible. I didn't have much luggage. Most of my old books were no longer needed, and I had prepared to buy new daily necessities when I got to school. Aside from a few summer and spring/autumn outfits, plush toys, my most important possession is my beloved laptop—it's my sole source of joy.

I tearfully said goodbye to my parents; this was my first time traveling alone, and without anyone by my side, I suddenly felt a pang of fear. I forced myself to calm down, opened my laptop, sat on my lower bunk, leaned against the pillow, plugged in my headphones, and started watching some saved adult videos. These videos were already incredibly familiar to me; I fast-forwarded through them irritably, unable to concentrate at all.

Suddenly, the door to the compartment opened, and a boy walked in. He wasn't very tall, just over 170cm, with a bowl cut, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and dragging a large suitcase. He saw me, paused for a moment, then gave me a silly grin—at least I thought it looked really silly. The boy sat on the lower bunk opposite me, opened his suitcase, took out a few books, closed it again, and stuffed them under his bed. I silently observed him, noticing he seemed to hesitate as he looked at me, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start. I'd seen that kind of expression a lot back in school, so it didn't seem strange. But since he'd given up, I couldn't just say anything; I don't really like that type of guy.

The train sped through the dark night, and no one else came into the room. The boy remained engrossed in his book.

I felt bored and decided to go for a walk. I was wearing a spaghetti strap dress; I'd dressed loosely for the train, and the chiffon fabric felt very comfortable against my skin. The aisle outside the sleeper compartment was narrow and almost deserted. I walked through two compartments, but there was no scenery outside the window, and I was still bored. Looking at my reflection in the glass window—my pretty face and languid body—a sudden thought popped into my head. My expression shifted, and I slipped into a public restroom. When I came out, something seemed different.

I stood at the junction of the two compartments, my heart pounding. I'd taken off my underwear in the restroom, meaning I was completely naked now—just like in those erotic novels!

A beautiful woman, dressed only in a loose dress, walked around the train carriage at midnight. Before she even started moving, I felt a surge of excitement, all my earlier fatigue vanishing. I glanced around and continued in the opposite direction from my berth. The next carriage was also a soft sleeper carriage. I walked slowly; some compartment doors were ajar, most were tightly closed. Each time I passed a slightly ajar compartment door, I slowed my pace considerably, glancing sideways inside, unsure whether out of fear or a desire to be noticed. Near the end, I looked at my reflection in the window and noticed my cheeks were flushed. Upon closer inspection, I could see two distinct nipples on my chest.

I then passed several hard sleeper carriages. Perhaps because it was so late, most people were already in bed, some even snoring. Although I had the courage to imitate a scene from a novel, stripping down to my underwear and walking around, I kept my head down and hurried through the crowded carriages. Throughout the journey, probably few people noticed my unusual behavior. I felt a mix of annoyance and relief. I feel like a fledgling bird standing on the edge of a cliff. Outside is the free sky, but I'm afraid I won't be able to fly and will fall to my death. I only dare to stand on the edge of the cliff, flapping my wings, and I hesitate to take the last step.

Further ahead was the hard-seat section. As soon as I reached the door, a stench of sweat and feet, mixed with the smells of instant noodles, perfume, junk food, and other unpleasant odors, assaulted my senses, making me recoil. The carriage was quite lively; besides people engrossed in their phones, several groups of men and women were playing cards, chatting, and eating sunflower seeds. I'd only taken two steps when someone noticed me. My face, which had just recovered, flushed red again; I felt like my face was about to steam. Just as I was caught in this dilemma, a man next to me spoke: "Miss, what are you looking for?" He spoke slowly. Although I knew "Miss" sometimes meant something else, I didn't think of anything else at this moment. I simply stammered that it was my first time on a train and I was curious to see the dining car.

I gave myself a thumbs up; it was a perfectly valid reason, because I was genuinely curious about what the dining car looked like and planned to go there for breakfast before getting off the train the next morning. But the people around me laughed, and I realized it wasn't dining car opening time at all. I was incredibly embarrassed and didn't know what to do. Luckily, someone kindly reminded me that I was going the wrong way, and the dining car was on the other side. I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately turned around and left. At first, I almost ran, my heart pounding, but after a while, I gradually calmed down. After all that commotion, I was a bit tired and decided to just walk back, wash up quickly, and rest.

I walked through another carriage, and the sleeper car wasn't far ahead when I suddenly realized someone seemed to be following me. I saw through the window that the man seemed to be the one who had spoken to me first. This discovery startled me, but I also felt a secret excitement. If things continued this way, that man would definitely catch up with me, pounce on me, and do those indecent things. I was extremely conflicted, my walking speed fluctuating, while the man behind me walked at a leisurely pace.

After entering the sleeper car, the man followed me closer. I started to get nervous; I couldn't let him find my room, that wouldn't be safe. I wanted to escape quickly, but there was only one passageway on the train. I started jogging, and the man started running too. Finally, at the connecting section between the carriages where I had hidden my underwear, he pressed me against the glass door of the train. The man had a lewd grin on his face, grabbing my right wrist with one hand and pressing it against the glass, while his other hand grabbed my left breast, his thumb rubbing against my nipple through my clothes. My nipple, already sensitive from the friction against my clothes, felt so good that I couldn't help but let out a sweet moan.

"Haha, you little slut, weren't you going to see the dining car? Why did you stop here? And do you need to take off your bra to see the dining car?" The man was very close to me, his hot breath on my face, carrying the smell of bad breath and tobacco. I struggled uncomfortably, but his hand gripped my wrist like an iron clamp, making it ache. It would definitely be bruised tomorrow. Seeing my resistance, the man grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. Facing such a situation for the first time, I was terrified and begged for mercy, my voice trembling with tears. Perhaps my expression was too pitiful, because the man seemed a little bored, clicking his tongue twice, waiting for me to calm down. I looked at him timidly, seemingly hoping he would let me go.

"Little beauty, I'm telling you, if you let me play with your tits tonight, I'll let you go, but you have to cooperate obediently, understand?" The man compromised, but he was reluctant to give up what he had in his grasp. I quickly nodded, indicating that we had reached an agreement.

I was so glad I was wearing a loose-fitting sundress with an elastic band at the chest; he pulled the dress down, revealing my two large breasts. If I had worn a dress that needed to be taken off from the bottom, wouldn't he have discovered I wasn't wearing underwear? Then I definitely wouldn't have escaped being fucked tonight. I felt a mixture of relief and pleasure as the man caressed my breasts. This was the first time I'd ever truly been played with by a man; none of the online encounters I'd experienced before felt this real. The man's grip was stronger than mine, but what I usually felt would be incredibly painful when I did it myself felt only pleasure and numbness. Even without doing anything, his hands on my skin sent shivers down my spine. I covered my mouth with my left hand to stifle any sound, my eyes filled with tears that seemed to express fear and pain, but were actually physiological tears of extreme pleasure.

The man clearly misunderstood my state; his movements gradually slowed, and after a while, he seemed to lose interest and released me. I remained motionless, too afraid to lift my clothes, just standing there waiting for him to leave. He didn't say anything more, looking somewhat embarrassed. He didn't seem like the type to do these things regularly; perhaps it was just a momentary impulse born of the beautiful night. After he left, I immediately ran to the bathroom to put my bra back on, and while putting on my underwear, I discovered my vagina was completely soaked. Riding on the wave of pleasure I'd just experienced, I recalled the man's hands while simultaneously masturbating, and quickly climaxed.

After cleaning up and returning to the private room, the boy was already asleep, but I didn't know if he'd forgotten to turn it off or had left the light on for me. Taking off his black-rimmed glasses, the boy looked refined and gentle, with delicate features—quite a handsome young man. I glanced at him a few more times, thinking that maybe this handsome young man would become my schoolmate someday.

[The End]

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