[Female students from art schools] (7)

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Text 7. The Battle in the Bathroom I don't even know how I got home. As soon as I got back, I hid in

my room. I didn't cry because I didn't know what awaited me. That little bastard Wei Jun had already

got something on me, and between him and me, my aunt and uncle would choose him without hesitation because

he was their biological son. And me? On the surface, I call them aunt and uncle, but I

have no blood relation to them at all.
They are only related to my mother by a generation later. They only

took down, I'm still grateful to them. After all, without them, I

might be dead by now.
By the time my aunt opened the door and called me for dinner, I had calmed down. In this world, no one will pity me,

no one will sympathize with me. I have no choice but to learn two words: be strong.
After dinner, my aunt and uncle had to go back to their hometown, so I went back to my room. That's

when I realized that besides my white panties, my light blue bra was also missing.

I searched for a while, then gave up. I knew, without a doubt, that little bastard Wei Jun had stolen it again.
I lay in bed, my mind a jumble, and it took me a while to drift off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to pee. I opened the door in my slippers and noticed the bathroom

light was on.
I tiptoed over and, through the broken keyhole, saw that little bastard Wei Jun

standing in the bathroom. He was shirtless, his underwear pulled down to his ankles. He was constantly stroking

his penis with one hand, and with the other, he was greedily sucking on something in his mouth.
My pupils dilated. I saw what he was holding—it was my light blue bra.
That little bastard! I was furious. He was so engrossed in taking my things! Considering

my aunt and uncle weren't home, I don't know where I got the courage, but I stormed into the bathroom.
"Wei Jun, what are you doing? You stole my clothes again?"
I yelled.
Startled by my sudden entrance, Wei Jun seemed to remember his parents weren't there.

His courage swelled, and he gave me a cold laugh. He then placed the sky-blue bra aside,

looked at me, and said, "I didn't steal anything, I just borrowed it. What are you doing? Peeping at me?"
It was only then that I realized he wasn't wearing pants.
Although this guy was a year younger than me, his manhood was already showing signs of growing.
My face flushed red. I regretted rushing into the bathroom; I was even a little scared.
I turned around, about to leave, when that little bastard Wei Jun grabbed me from behind.

He was strong; he pinned me against the wall.
My heart raced, and Wei Jun stared intently at my chest.
A greedy glint shone in his eyes.
I always wear pajamas to bed; I was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap tulle dress,

a gift from my mother for her birthday. She said I was a girl now and should dress

more sexily. I never like wearing a bra to bed because I once read a book that said

sleeping with a bra on is bad for breast development.
The pink tulle dress wasn't completely transparent, but it was close. Seeing my firm, full breasts,

this little bastard pounced on me, burying his face between my breasts.
I tried desperately to push him away, but I couldn't budge him. This little bastard was too strong; he

was like a rabid wolf, biting and nibbling at my body. He even ripped off my tank top,

and my snow-white breasts sprang out, right in front of him. He lost control even more,

using his legs to hold me down, then his hands climbed onto my breasts, rubbing them and

making disgusting moans.
"What are you doing?"
I didn't care about anything else; I tried with all my might to shake him off.
But this little bastard was like a madman. He flipped me onto the bathroom floor like he was fighting

, then lifted my thin skirt. When my cute little panties were revealed to him,

he couldn't resist anymore. He pounced on me.
I could feel his erection. This little bastard was blinded by lust. He stroked my

breasts and then thrust towards my private parts.
My mind went blank. I was thinking, "I'm doomed. I'm in my final year of junior high. I can't be completely ignorant about

things I know what 'first time' means.
" This little bastard was pulling at my panties tightly. I grabbed him, bit him, but he didn't

react . He still wanted to possess me.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and he pulled my panties down. He saw my

pubic hair and suddenly tried to press down on me, but before he could even get close, I felt a

warm sensation. He... he surrendered.
I looked at the fluid on my thighs and was terrified. The little bastard probably felt incredibly

ashamed , having used up all his ammunition before even entering the battlefield. That was indeed embarrassing.
But later I learned that virgins are all like this. Did they really think everyone could last? Some boys,

let alone doing it, just being touched is enough to make them ejaculate immediately
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