Wrong toilet

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I went to the wrong restroom
on my first internship in the lab building. Halfway through, I needed to use the toilet. I went out to find one, but since it was a lab building, the corridor was deserted. At the end, I found a restroom with a "Men's" sign and a curtain. I quickly lifted the curtain and went in, only to find a girl inside who had just finished urinating. Her pants were pulled down to her knees, and she was standing there with her legs

spread, carefully wiping her genitals with a tissue. At 18, it was the first time I'd ever seen an adult woman's genitals. I froze, feeling a rush of heat from my feet to my head, all the way to my scrotum, and my penis began to swell. I didn't notice whether the girl was pretty or not; I was just staring blankly at her labia being parted with her fingers, forgetting I should have looked away.

The girl was probably a junior or senior. Seeing me staring blankly at her genitals, she didn't seem bothered at all. She calmly wiped herself a few times, tossed the tissues into the tissue box, and deliberately exposed her genitals towards me, saying in a teasing tone, "Is it really that pretty? Want to come over and take a closer look? You're a freshman, first time doing this experiment, right? The men's restroom is over there. We often deliberately hang the wrong curtains to tease you new boys and girls."

She giggled, slowly pulling up her briefs and then her jeans. Startled, I quickly backed out, drenched in sweat.

Afterward, my heart was racing, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Dazed and confused, I stumbled into the men's restroom across the street, behind a curtain with the word "Women" on it. The men's restroom had two parallel rows of squat toilets. Lost in thought, I stepped onto one, and as I pulled down my pants, my erect penis sprang out with a "whoosh," standing straight up. My mind was still wandering to the alluring genitals and pubic hair of that senior student.

Because of the shocking scene earlier, I suddenly lost the urge to defecate. Squatting there, I only felt the uncomfortable swelling of my penis, so I glanced down. Suddenly, I noticed something strange out of the corner of my eye. Turning to the side, I was stunned again: There, in the opposite stall on the right, was a girl, staring wide-eyed at my buttocks and penis.

Her pants were pulled down to her calves, and she was using her hand to pull off the sanitary napkin on her underwear. She was probably as stunned as I was. Coincidentally, we were squatting in opposite directions, face to face. I looked closely and recognized her as a girl from my class. She was staring blankly at my lower body, probably startled by my long, thick penis, not realizing that she was also naked from the waist down, her buttocks and thighs completely exposed to me. We just stood there, staring at each other's buttocks, dumbfounded for a good half minute.

Suddenly, we both snapped out of it and hurriedly pulled up our pants together. She had fair, pinkish-white skin and a petite figure. As she stood up, my gaze immediately swept over her lower abdomen and genitals. I noticed she had very little pubic hair, her labia majora were bright red, and her labia minora were well-developed, protruding beyond the labia majora when she stood up, which made my heart race.

What happened next was something I hadn't expected. After pulling up her underwear, she quickly pulled up her pants. When I stood up, I forgot about my erect penis, a full 17 centimeters long and 36 millimeters thick, so conspicuously facing her. Now it was completely exposed to her. I frantically grabbed my penis and tried to stuff it into my pants. As any guy knows, it's very difficult to bend an erect penis into jeans; bending it is painful and can cause damage. I started sweating again.

I glanced at her and saw her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide as she stared blankly at me fiddling with that large penis. When she saw me looking at her sideways, her face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head. Suddenly realizing she was still holding the bloodstained sanitary napkin, she quickly threw it into the toilet. Startled, I finally felt the blood drain from my penis, and it softened and shrank a bit, finally fitting into my pants, which I zipped up.

Then, inexplicably, we had a conversation that still chills me to this day, enough to prove we had both entered a state of mental chaos.

Pretty Girl: "Going to the bathroom?" (God knows why she asked such a meaningless question.)

Me: "Yeah, you're here too?" (I really didn't think before I spoke; there was no logic to it at all. I even said something pointless following her lead. I swear to God, I meant she was going to the bathroom too, not that I was asking if she had her period.)

Pretty Girl: "Yeah! (I noticed her face was flushed and she was sweating.) What bad luck, it came several days early." (It seems her thinking is also muddled, not much better than mine. She's treating me like a female classmate.)

"..." (Speechless, we really couldn't find anything to say.)

Finally, at this moment, we both pulled up our pants. Pretty Girl's expression returned to normal a bit, and my thoughts started to come back to normal. Suddenly, we both said in unison, "You've come to the wrong restroom, haven't you?" After saying this, the pretty girl stared at me intently. To be honest, she was very beautiful, with big eyes.

She said, "This is the women's restroom. Doesn't it say so on the curtain?" (Her tone became firm, implying that a college student shouldn't know which restroom was which. It seemed that if I couldn't find evidence that I'd come to the wrong one, she might think I deliberately came in to peep at her, and consider me a pervert.)

I almost broke down again. Being accused of going to the wrong restroom twice in one day by a girl—if word got out, I might as well quit college. But I couldn't explain to her that I'd gone into the other restroom, seen a girl urinating, and been kicked out, so I went into this one. I felt like my brain was a bucket of glue, completely stuck and unable to think.

Finally, a stroke of luck struck; I found extremely strong evidence to prove my innocence. I said to her something I have to admire myself for: "This is the men's restroom. I asked; the curtain was just hung incorrectly. That urinal isn't for women, is it?" With that, I triumphantly pointed to the very typical men's urinal in the restroom.

Sure enough, this remark was incredibly effective; her face turned even redder than before. Her head was drooping, and she mumbled softly to me, "Oh dear, I didn't notice. Please don't tell anyone. Could you cover me with your body for a bit? I still need to change that thing. The men go into that women's restroom across the street, and I'm too scared to go in there!" After that startling eye contact, and the shock of realizing she'd gone to the wrong restroom, she was probably in a state of confusion. She'd completely forgotten I was a guy and actually asked me to help her change her sanitary napkin.

And so, an even stranger scene unfolded: for the next few minutes, she hid behind me while changing her sanitary napkin. At this moment, my mind cleared up a bit. Knowing I couldn't miss this opportunity, I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as she turned her back to me. She had pulled her pants down to halfway up her thighs and was bending over, wiping away the secretions that had gotten on her after she hurriedly pulled up her underwear. Because she was wearing a short t-shirt, her round, white buttocks were sticking up more than half a meter away from me. She was completely naked from her waist to her thighs, and her smooth buttocks were incredibly beautiful. I had never imagined that a woman's buttocks could be so beautiful, especially so close to me.

She seemed completely unaware that I was peeking. Her half-bent body allowed me a clear view of her deep red anus and half of her vulva. Her plump, pink labia majora were partially closed, and her well-developed, red labia minora protruded high. I felt as if I had been electrocuted, and my blood rushed to my head. Although I didn't dare touch her yet, the visual stimulation of seeing female genitalia for the second time excited me excessively, and the resulting sexual urge made me unable to hold back any longer; I knew I was about to ejaculate.

Since it was October and I was wearing little clothing, I was afraid of getting my pants wet from ejaculation, so before I ejaculated, I quickly unzipped my pants, took out my thick, hard penis, and lost control. I didn't care if the sky were falling; I simply turned around and stared intently at her beautiful buttocks and genitals, masturbating rapidly and excitedly as I watched. Perhaps my heavy breathing startled her, or perhaps she had already changed her sanitary napkin. As she pulled up her underwear, she straightened up and turned around. The sight before her shocked her even more. I believe she had never seen such a large penis and a swollen, purplish glans so close before. She must have mistakenly thought I had injured myself and that it was swollen. Because she seemed unaware of what I was doing, she uttered a very classic concerned question: "Are you in a lot of pain?"

Those simple words brought me to climax. My ejaculation was triggered, and thick semen gushed out more than a meter away. My heart skipped a beat, and when I looked at her, I saw her face flushed red. She was covering her mouth with one hand to stifle a cry, and with the other hand, she was pulling on her outer pants, which she had forgotten to button up. Her eyes were fixed on my still-ejaculating penis, her face full of surprise.

Finally, I finished ejaculating. I even used my hand to squeeze the semen out of my urethra twice from the base of my penis. I wiped my gradually softening penis with toilet paper, tucked it into my underwear, and zipped it up. Strangely, she seemed frozen in place the entire time, neither leaving nor screaming, simply watching my ejaculation performance with astonishment as I wiped my penis clean and put on my pants. But I could feel her breathing was as rapid as mine.

After calming down, I looked at her, she looked at me, and we remained in a stalemate. I was puzzled; we were both definitely a bit mentally unstable and out of sorts today. She didn't seem inclined to leave immediately. Instead, she looked at me, then at the large puddle of semen on the floor, her expression very strange, and finally said something that made me utterly embarrassed: "You're done? Is that semen coming out of there?" I could only nod awkwardly. Then, thankfully, she said something to remind me: "With so much, won't people see?"

Luckily, the restroom was at the end of the corridor, and there were very few people walking around in the lab building. Helpless, I asked her for a few tissues that girls usually carry and wiped the semen off the floor haphazardly. I looked up and saw her smiling ambiguously, watching me do this with great interest. After I finished, she looked at my sweaty and embarrassed face, chuckled, peeked around at the door, and then slipped out. I slowly calmed myself down, relieved myself again, and returned to the lab. As I entered, I secretly glanced around. Everyone was focused on their experiments, and no one was paying attention to me. I noticed that only she was watching me come in, so I deliberately ignored her and continued with my experiment. Throughout the afternoon's experiment, I noticed her unusually excited state. She stopped doing the experiment and deliberately walked past me several times, stopping a few times to chat idly with my partner. I could clearly sense that even while talking to others, her eyes were definitely on me, watching my expression. I didn't look at her once. But her beautiful, snow-white, round buttocks and her red labia kept swaying in my mind. The stimulation was so intense that I dreamt of her that night—a erotic dream of having sex with her—and even ejaculated. Afraid my roommate would find out, I carefully changed my underwear.

The next day, nothing happened. I knew she hadn't told anyone about it, and I was very grateful to her. A few days later, she started deliberately asking me for favors, and I didn't dare refuse. Whenever I saw her, her beautiful round buttocks and red vulva would immediately appear in my mind's eye, and my penis would involuntarily become erect. She must have noticed this, because when no one was looking, she would always stare at my crotch with a strange expression, causing me to involuntarily get a large bulge, making me very embarrassed and uncomfortable, while she seemed very happy. I was a little afraid of seeing her. If I saw her coming from a distance, I would quickly take a detour to escape, but several times she would suddenly appear in front of me out of nowhere, deliberately trying to talk to me; it felt like she was watching me.

In the week following the bathroom incident, during our interactions, I could clearly sense that she seemed hesitant, as if she had something to say. I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to calm down so easily, and I started worrying again. A few days later, she finally couldn't hold back any longer. One evening after dinner, she asked me to meet her at the school playground. I knew this matter needed to be addressed, so I didn't dare not go, and I prayed in my heart that she didn't have any ill intentions. We had our first discussion about that incident. The questions she asked were completely unexpected, and to this day I still don't understand how girls think.

After we met, I forgot what she said incoherently. I knew the real issue hadn't even started yet, so I let her talk. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked a question I never expected: "Were you... were you... masturbating that day?"

I stared at her, speechless, sweating profusely again. Her big eyes were fixed on me, but she didn't seem to be mocking me. I said sheepishly, "Yes!"

Then she asked, "That day, what came out of your... was it really... semen? Don't lie to me."

I didn't know what she was thinking, so I could only answer, "Yes, I'm not lying to you."

She seemed quite satisfied. After thinking for a while, she said shyly, "That day when I saw you take off your pants and squat down, your... your... thing was very big and long. Is that what people call an 'erection'?"

At that moment, I felt like a criminal, answering every question, "It was an erection."

Unexpectedly, she then asked a crucial question: "People say that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. Why were you like that as soon as you came in? Did you come in on purpose so I could see?"

After asking, she stared intently into my eyes. My mind went blank for a moment, and my thoughts almost went haywire again. This question stumped me. After hesitating for a while, I decided it was better to be honest (I deliberately spoke vaguely). So I said that I had gone into another restroom and saw a female senior urinating, so that's how it happened.

I never thought I could get away with these details in front of a girl. She kept pressing me, asking why I got an erection just from seeing her urinating, and that I must have seen something. In the end, I gave in and had to tell her the whole story, saying that I saw the female senior's parted labia, which aroused my sexual stimulation and caused my erection.

She seemed incredibly excited, asking very probing questions. She even managed to find out that my senior had very thick pubic hair, which impressed me with her inquisitive nature. She must have been pondering these questions for a long time; they were stuck in her mind, and she wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of it.

I saw her resume her mischievous, smiling expression, seemingly satisfied, and thought the matter was over. But she didn't seem ready to let me go. From the look in her eyes, I could clearly sense she was thinking about something, which made me feel confused and uneasy.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she asked the question I feared most: "That day, did you masturbate because…because…you peeked at me?" My scalp tingled, and I immediately denied it.

"Then why did you take it out again after you had already put your pants on? And why was it so hard and long?" I stammered, sweating profusely.

"That day when you put on your pants, I saw that your...thing had shrunk and gone soft. You yourself said that boys only get erections when they're sexually aroused, so you must have been peeping at me. Otherwise, why would it get hard and bigger again, why would you masturbate behind me, and...and...ejaculate?" she asked relentlessly. I stared at her blankly, unsure of her purpose, and dared not answer. I would definitely look like a complete idiot at that moment.

"Tell me, did you peep at me or not? What part of me did you look at?"

I was still thinking about how to answer without upsetting her when suddenly, a feeling flashed through my mind: she didn't seem angry at all; instead, it seemed like she was expecting me to admit that I had peeped. I knew that whether I faced the truth or not, I was doomed, so I steeled myself and said, "Yes, I peeked at you, I'm sorry." I couldn't gauge her reaction; she didn't seem to care about my answer. Her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was thinking about something. I wasn't sure, but she seemed a little excited.

"Then...then...where did you see me? My...you know, that part, did you see it too?" she stammered, asking again. I realized she wouldn't give up until she asked. I really don't understand the logic behind girls' thinking. Since I'd already admitted it, I might as well confess everything and get this over with: "Yes, I saw everything. I was so excited I felt like I was about to ejaculate that I masturbated. You can't blame me, guys all do that."

She stared at me intently, clearly a little agitated: "Don't lie to me, did you really see it? Even my... you know, a woman's... you know, you saw it too?" I really didn't understand why she was so interested in this detail, insisting on proving that I had indeed seen her genitals.

"Yes, I not only saw your entire buttocks, but also most of your vulva. Forget it, let's not pursue this further. You saw my entire penis, and you evened out by watching me masturbate and ejaculate. You didn't lose out, let's call it even. I apologize." Afraid she'd get angry, I said, trying to smooth things over.

"Did you really get an erection and masturbate because you saw my...that?" She pressed for an answer.

"Really, I've never seen a woman's genitals before. You're not only very beautiful, but yours is also so beautiful, it fascinates me. So when I saw it, I couldn't resist. Because I was afraid of ejaculating in my pants, I took it out and masturbated on the floor. I'm really sorry, it's all because you're so beautiful." I thought I should flatter her a bit to inflate her vanity and make things easier.

She didn't seem angry, nor did she continue asking questions. She stared into the distance for a while, then said, "Go back," but sat there without moving, lost in thought.

Back in my room, I couldn't sleep because of my worries. I kept thinking about the whole thing, and it seemed like things weren't so bad. The next day, I watched her with unease, and seeing that she was still happy, I finally felt relieved.

She kept asking me to do things, and I tried my best to please her. Later, she asked me the same questions repeatedly, and I even mentioned that I saw her well-developed labia minora, the color of her genitals, her sparse pubic hair, and her beautiful anus. She finally believed that I had seen all her private parts. Moreover, I maliciously described how beautiful and charming her genitals and buttocks were, and she seemed very happy and satisfied. She was such a naive and cute little girl.

After that, her questions became more and more explicit. She started asking about male sexual physiology, and even asked me how a penis gets erect, whether it hurts or feels good when it's erect, what methods men use to masturbate, how they ejaculate, what ejaculation feels like, etc. I deliberately spoke in a mysterious way, as if I were experiencing an orgasm. I pretended to be honest and told her about the lewd dreams I had during my many "nocturnal emissions," exaggerating and fabricating all sorts of things. She believed me without question and was very interested, often showing a strong curiosity and a fascinated expression, completely unaware that I was secretly seducing her.

Our conversations became increasingly unrestrained. I had grasped her mindset, and my compliments and praises flowed more and more smoothly. She really liked it when I told her she was beautiful, and even when I said I had inappropriate thoughts about her and often got an erection from thinking about her, she never got angry. She wasn't as shy as before. Our classmates saw her always sticking to me and never suspected anything, assuming we were a couple, and no one asked her out anymore. We never tried to explain ourselves, which made it easier for us to be together. Besides discussing homework and exams, we'd gossip about lewd things. She'd ask about the romantic escapades of guys she was interested in, and I'd play along, making up crude stories to tell her, which she seemed to enjoy.

We were so close we could talk about anything, without any reservations. She even jokingly asked me a few times if I wanted to see her genitals again. I said I desperately wanted to; it was the most beautiful thing I ever wanted to see in the world. She laughed at me, calling me a hopeless pervert, and said she'd allow me to dream about her, play with her genitals, and even have sex with her—she wouldn't care.

The first time I went to the lab for a practical lesson, I needed to poop halfway through. I went out to find a restroom. Since it was a lab building, the corridor was deserted. I walked to the end and found a restroom with a curtain that said "Men's" on the door. I hurriedly lifted the curtain and went in, only to find a girl inside who had just finished urinating. Her pants were pulled down to her knees, and she was standing there with her legs spread apart, carefully wiping her genitals with a tissue.

At 18, this was the first time I had ever seen an adult woman's genitals. I froze on the spot, feeling a surge of heat rush from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and then to my scrotum. I felt my penis begin to swell and become erect. I didn't pay attention to whether the girl was pretty or not; I was just staring blankly at her labia that she was spreading with her fingers, forgetting that I should look away.

The girl was probably a junior or senior. Seeing me staring blankly at her genitals, she didn't seem bothered at all. She calmly wiped herself a few times, tossed the tissues into the tissue box, and deliberately exposed her genitals towards me, saying in a teasing tone, "Is it really that pretty? Want to come over and take a closer look? You're a freshman, first time doing this experiment, right? The men's restroom is over there. We often deliberately hang the wrong curtains to tease you new boys and girls."

She giggled, slowly pulling up her briefs and then her jeans. Startled, I quickly backed out, drenched in sweat.

Afterward, my heart was racing, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Dazed and confused, I stumbled into the men's restroom across the street, behind a curtain with the word "Women" on it. The men's restroom had two parallel rows of squat toilets. Lost in thought, I stepped onto one, and as I pulled down my pants, my erect penis sprang out with a "whoosh," standing straight up. My mind was still wandering to the alluring genitals and pubic hair of that senior student.

Because of the shocking scene earlier, I suddenly lost the urge to defecate. Squatting there, I only felt the uncomfortable swelling of my penis, so I glanced down. Suddenly, I noticed something strange out of the corner of my eye. Turning to the side, I was stunned again: There, in the opposite stall on the right, was a girl, staring wide-eyed at my buttocks and penis.

Her pants were pulled down to her calves, and she was using her hand to pull off the sanitary napkin on her underwear. She was probably as stunned as I was. Coincidentally, we were squatting in opposite directions, face to face. I looked closely and recognized her as a girl from my class. She was staring blankly at my lower body, probably startled by my long, thick penis, not realizing that she was also naked from the waist down, her buttocks and thighs completely exposed to me. We just stood there, staring at each other's buttocks, dumbfounded for a good half minute.

Suddenly, we both snapped out of it and hurriedly pulled up our pants together. She had fair, pinkish-white skin and a petite figure. As she stood up, my gaze immediately swept over her lower abdomen and genitals. I noticed she had very little pubic hair, her labia majora were bright red, and her labia minora were well-developed, protruding beyond the labia majora when she stood up, which made my heart race.

What happened next was something I hadn't expected. After pulling up her underwear, she quickly pulled up her pants. When I stood up, I forgot about my erect penis, a full 17 centimeters long and 36 millimeters thick, so conspicuously facing her. Now it was completely exposed to her. I frantically grabbed my penis and tried to stuff it into my pants. As any guy knows, it's very difficult to bend an erect penis into jeans; bending it is painful and can cause damage. I started sweating again.

I glanced at her and saw her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide as she stared blankly at me fiddling with that large penis. When she saw me looking at her sideways, her face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head. Suddenly realizing she was still holding the bloodstained sanitary napkin, she quickly threw it into the toilet. Startled, I finally felt the blood drain from my penis, and it softened and shrank a bit, finally fitting into my pants, which I zipped up.

Then, inexplicably, we had a conversation that still chills me to this day, enough to prove we had both entered a state of mental chaos.

Pretty Girl: "Going to the bathroom?" (God knows why she asked such a meaningless question.)

Me: "Yeah, you're here too?" (I really didn't think before I spoke; there was no logic to it at all. I even said something pointless following her lead. I swear to God, I meant she was going to the bathroom too, not that I was asking if she had her period.)

Pretty Girl: "Yeah! (I noticed her face was flushed and she was sweating.) What bad luck, it came several days early." (It seems her thinking is also muddled, not much better than mine. She's treating me like a female classmate.)

"..." (Speechless, we really couldn't find anything to say.)

Finally, at this moment, we both pulled up our pants. Pretty Girl's expression returned to normal a bit, and my thoughts started to come back to normal. Suddenly, we both said in unison, "You've come to the wrong restroom, haven't you?" After saying this, the pretty girl stared at me intently. To be honest, she was very beautiful, with big eyes.

She said, "This is the women's restroom. Doesn't it say so on the curtain?" (Her tone became firm, implying that a college student shouldn't know which restroom was which. It seemed that if I couldn't find evidence that I'd come to the wrong one, she might think I deliberately came in to peep at her, and consider me a pervert.)

I almost broke down again. Being accused of going to the wrong restroom twice in one day by a girl—if word got out, I might as well quit college. But I couldn't explain to her that I'd gone into the other restroom, seen a girl urinating, and been kicked out, so I went into this one. I feel like my brain is a bucket of glue, all stuck together and I can't think straight.

Finally, fate intervened, and I found extremely compelling evidence to prove my innocence. I said to her something I have to admire myself for: "This is the men's restroom. I asked, and the curtain was just hung incorrectly. Surely that urinal isn't for women, is it?" With that, I triumphantly pointed to the very typical men's urinal inside the restroom.

Sure enough, this remark was incredibly effective; her face flushed even more brightly than before. Her head was drooping, and she mumbled softly to me, "Oh dear, I didn't notice. Please don't tell anyone. Could you cover me with your body for a bit? I still need to change that thing. The men go into that women's restroom across the street, and I'm too scared to go in there!" After that startling eye contact, and the shock of realizing she'd gone to the wrong restroom, she was probably in a state of confusion. She'd completely forgotten I was a guy and actually asked me to help her change her sanitary napkin.

And so, an even stranger scene unfolded: for the next few minutes, she hid behind me while changing her sanitary napkin. At this moment, my mind cleared up a bit. Knowing I couldn't miss this opportunity, I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as she turned her back to me. She had pulled her pants down to halfway up her thighs and was bending over, wiping away the secretions that had gotten on her after she hurriedly pulled up her underwear. Because she was wearing a short t-shirt, her round, white buttocks were sticking up more than half a meter away from me. She was completely naked from her waist to her thighs, and her smooth buttocks were incredibly beautiful. I had never imagined that a woman's buttocks could be so beautiful, especially so close to me.

She seemed completely unaware that I was peeking. Her half-bent body allowed me a clear view of her deep red anus and half of her vulva. Her plump, pink labia majora were partially closed, and her well-developed, red labia minora protruded high. I felt as if I had been electrocuted, and my blood rushed to my head. Although I didn't dare touch her yet, the visual stimulation of seeing female genitalia for the second time excited me excessively, and the resulting sexual urge made me unable to hold back any longer; I knew I was about to ejaculate.

Since it was October and I was wearing little clothing, I was afraid of getting my pants wet from ejaculation, so before I ejaculated, I quickly unzipped my pants, took out my thick, hard penis, and lost control. I didn't care if the sky were falling; I simply turned around and stared intently at her beautiful buttocks and genitals, masturbating rapidly and excitedly as I watched. Perhaps my heavy breathing startled her, or perhaps she had already changed her sanitary napkin. As she pulled up her underwear, she straightened up and turned around. The sight before her shocked her even more. I believe she had never seen such a large penis and a purplish, swollen glans so close before. She must have mistakenly thought I had injured myself and that it was swollen, because she seemed unaware of what I was doing and said… A classic, caring question: "Are you in a lot of pain?"

That simple question brought me to orgasm. My ejaculation was triggered, and thick semen gushed out more than a meter. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at her again; her face was flushed, one hand covering her mouth to stifle a cry, the other pulling at her unbuttoned outer pants. Her eyes were fixed on my still-ejaculating penis, her face full of astonishment.

Finally, I finished ejaculating. I even used my hand to repeatedly squeeze the semen from my urethra twice, wiping my gradually softening penis with tissue paper, tucking it back into my underwear, and zipping it up. Strangely, she seemed frozen in place the entire time, neither leaving nor screaming, simply watching my ejaculation performance with astonishment as I wiped my penis clean and put on my pants. But I could feel her breathing was as rapid as mine.

After calming down, I looked at her, she looked at me, and we remained in a stalemate. I was puzzled; we were both definitely a bit mentally unstable and out of sorts today. She didn't seem inclined to leave immediately. Instead, she looked at me, then at the large puddle of semen on the floor, her expression very strange, and finally said something that made me utterly embarrassed: "You're done? Is that semen coming out of there?" I could only nod awkwardly. Then, thankfully, she said something to remind me: "With so much, won't people see?"

Luckily, the restroom was at the end of the corridor, and there were very few people walking around in the lab building. Helpless, I asked her for a few tissues that girls usually carry and wiped the semen off the floor haphazardly. I looked up and saw her smiling ambiguously, watching me do this with great interest. After I finished, she looked at my sweaty and embarrassed face, chuckled, peeked around at the door, and then slipped out. I slowly calmed myself down, relieved myself again, and returned to the lab. As I entered, I secretly glanced around. Everyone was focused on their experiments, and no one was paying attention to me. I noticed that only she was watching me come in, so I deliberately ignored her and continued with my experiment. Throughout the afternoon's experiment, I noticed her unusually excited state. She stopped doing the experiment and deliberately walked past me several times, stopping a few times to chat idly with my partner. I could clearly sense that even while talking to others, her eyes were definitely on me, watching my expression. I didn't look at her once. But her beautiful, snow-white, round buttocks and her red labia kept swaying in my mind. The stimulation was so intense that I dreamt of her that night—a erotic dream of having sex with her—and even ejaculated. Afraid my roommate would find out, I carefully changed my underwear.

The next day, nothing happened. I knew she hadn't told anyone about it, and I was very grateful to her. A few days later, she started deliberately asking me for favors, and I didn't dare refuse. Whenever I saw her, her beautiful round buttocks and red vulva would immediately appear in my mind's eye, and my penis would involuntarily become erect. She must have noticed this, because when no one was looking, she would always stare at my crotch with a strange expression, causing me to involuntarily get a large bulge, making me very embarrassed and uncomfortable, while she seemed very happy. I was a little afraid of seeing her. If I saw her coming from a distance, I would quickly take a detour to escape, but several times she would suddenly appear in front of me out of nowhere, deliberately trying to talk to me; it felt like she was watching me.

In the week following the bathroom incident, during our interactions, I could clearly sense that she seemed hesitant, as if she had something to say. I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to calm down so easily, and I started worrying again. A few days later, she finally couldn't hold back any longer. One evening after dinner, she asked me to meet her at the school playground. I knew this matter needed to be addressed, so I didn't dare not go, and I prayed in my heart that she didn't have any ill intentions. We had our first discussion about that incident. The questions she asked were completely unexpected, and to this day I still don't understand how girls think.

After we met, I forgot what she said incoherently. I knew the real issue hadn't even started yet, so I let her talk. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked a question I never expected: "Were you... were you... masturbating that day?"

I stared at her, speechless, sweating profusely again. Her big eyes were fixed on me, but she didn't seem to be mocking me. I said sheepishly, "Yes!"

Then she asked, "That day, what came out of your... was it really... semen? Don't lie to me."

I didn't know what she was thinking, so I could only answer, "Yes, I'm not lying to you."

She seemed quite satisfied. After thinking for a while, she said shyly, "That day when I saw you take off your pants and squat down, your... your... thing was very big and long. Is that what people call an 'erection'?"

At that moment, I felt like a criminal, answering every question, "It was an erection."

Unexpectedly, she then asked a crucial question: "People say that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. Why were you like that as soon as you came in? Did you come in on purpose so I could see?"

After asking, she stared intently into my eyes. My mind went blank for a moment, and my thoughts almost went haywire again. This question stumped me. After hesitating for a while, I decided it was better to be honest (I deliberately spoke vaguely). So I said that I had gone into another restroom and saw a female senior urinating, so that's how it happened.

I never thought I could get away with these details in front of a girl. She kept pressing me, asking why I got an erection just from seeing her urinating, and that I must have seen something. In the end, I gave in and had to tell her the whole story, saying that I saw the female senior's parted labia, which aroused my sexual stimulation and caused my erection.

She seemed very excited and asked very probing questions. In the end, she even found out that the senior had a lot of pubic hair, which made me admire the girl's ability to get to the bottom of things. She must have thought about these questions for a long time, and they were stuck in her mind. She wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of them.

I saw her resume her mischievous, smiling expression, seemingly quite satisfied, and I thought the matter was over. But she didn't seem ready to let me go. From the look in her eyes, I could clearly sense she was thinking about something, which made me feel confused and uneasy.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she asked the question I feared most: "That day you masturbated because... because... you peeked at me?" My scalp tingled, and of course I vehemently denied it.

"Then why did you take it out again when you already had your pants on? And why was it so hard and long?" I stammered, sweating profusely.

"That day when you put on your pants, I saw that your...thing had shrunk and gone soft. You yourself said that boys only get erections when they're sexually aroused, so you must have been peeping at me. Otherwise, why would it get hard and bigger again, why would you masturbate behind me, and...and...ejaculate?" she asked relentlessly. I stared at her blankly, unsure of her purpose, and dared not answer. I would definitely look like a complete idiot at that moment.

"Tell me, did you peep at me or not? What part of me did you look at?"

I was still thinking about how to answer without upsetting her when suddenly, a feeling flashed through my mind: she didn't seem angry at all; instead, it seemed like she was expecting me to admit that I had peeped. I knew that whether I faced the truth or not, I was doomed, so I steeled myself and said, "Yes, I peeked at you, I'm sorry." I couldn't gauge her reaction; she didn't seem to care about my answer. Her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was thinking about something. I wasn't sure, but she seemed a little excited.

"Then...then...where did you see me? My...you know, that part, did you see it too?" she stammered, asking again. I realized she wouldn't give up until she asked. I really don't understand the logic behind girls' thinking. Since I'd already admitted it, I might as well confess everything and get this over with: "Yes, I saw everything. I was so excited I felt like I was about to ejaculate that I masturbated. You can't blame me, guys all do that."

She stared at me intently, clearly a little agitated: "Don't lie to me, did you really see it? Even my... you know, a woman's... you know, you saw it too?" I really didn't understand why she was so interested in this detail, insisting on proving that I had indeed seen her genitals.

"Yes, I not only saw your entire buttocks, but also most of your vulva. Forget it, let's not pursue this further. You saw my entire penis, and you evened out by watching me masturbate and ejaculate. You didn't lose out, let's call it even. I apologize." Afraid she'd get angry, I said, trying to smooth things over.

"Did you really get an erection and masturbate because you saw my...that?" She pressed for details.

"Really, I've never seen a woman's genitals before. You're not only very beautiful, but yours is also so beautiful, it fascinates me. So when I saw it, I couldn't resist. Because I was afraid of ejaculating in my pants, I took it out and masturbated on the floor. I'm really sorry, it's also because you're too beautiful." I thought I should flatter her a bit to inflate her vanity and make things easier. She didn't seem angry

, nor did she continue to ask questions. She stared into the distance for a while, then said, "Go back," but sat there without moving, lost in thought.

Back in my room, I couldn't sleep because of my worries. I kept thinking about the whole thing, and it seemed like the situation wasn't so bad. The next day, I watched her with unease, and seeing that she still seemed happy, I finally felt relieved.

She kept asking me to do things, and I tried my best to please her. Later, she asked me the same questions repeatedly, and I even mentioned that I had developed labia minora, the color of her genitals, sparse pubic hair, and a beautiful anus. She finally believed that I had seen all her private parts. Moreover, I maliciously described how beautiful and alluring her genitals and buttocks were, and she seemed very happy and satisfied. What a naive and cute little girl.

After that, her questions became increasingly explicit. She started inquiring about male sexual physiology, even asking me how a penis gets erect, whether it hurts or feels good, what methods men use to masturbate, how they ejaculate, what ejaculation feels like, and so on. I deliberately spoke in a mysterious and ecstatic manner. I also pretended to be honest and told her about the obscene dreams I had during my many "nocturnal emissions," exaggerating and fabricating all sorts of things. She believed me without question and was very interested, often showing a strong curiosity and a fascinated expression, completely unaware that I was secretly seducing her.

Our conversations became increasingly unrestrained. I had grasped her mindset, and my compliments and praises flowed more and more naturally. She loved it when I told her she was beautiful, and even when I admitted to having inappropriate thoughts about her, often getting an erection from thinking about her, she never got angry. She wasn't as shy as before. Our classmates, seeing her always clinging to me, never suspected anything amiss, assuming we were a couple, and no one asked her out anymore. We never tried to explain, making it easier for us to be together. Besides discussing homework and exams, we'd gossip about lewd things. She'd ask about the romantic escapades of boys she was interested in, and I'd play along, making up crude stories to tell her, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

We've become so familiar with each other that we can talk about anything without any reservations. She even asked me a few times with a grin: "Do you want to see her genitals again?" I said I really wanted to, that it was the most beautiful thing I wanted to see in the world. She laughed at me, calling me an incurable pervert, and said she would allow me to dream about her, play with her genitals, and even have my semen inside her vagina—she wouldn't care.

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