Xiaotong's Secret Diary

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Xiaotong's Secret Diary (Part 1)
October 0th
This is the first page of this diary. I've decided to record this. I can't bear

the torment in my heart any longer! I don't know who to tell, so, diary, you are

the only person in the world I can share this secret with!
Today, I saw you on the shelf at Kingstone Bookstore. I liked you at first sight. The light blue and pastel

cover , a small boat without moorings on a lake with light smoke drifting by—that feeling of being lost and not knowing where to go

is just like my mood. Most importantly, there's a little golden lock on it, which can lock my heart forever.
This is our first meeting, right? Well then, let me introduce myself. My name is Xiaotong, and I'm your new owner.

I'm seventeen years old this year, um… and then? Okay! I'll just write whatever comes to mind! I'm 163cm tall,

and my weight… is a secret! My measurements are 34-26-35. I know my waist is a bit thick, but there's nothing I can do about it; that

's just how it's supposed to be! You know that? I wear a C-cup, but that's nothing special. Several girls in my

class are D-cups! Is a bust size considered large for a 17-year-old girl? Otherwise, why

do so many boys stare at my chest on the school bus every day? I find it annoying, but I'm also a little smug.

After all, I'm a pretty charming girl, aren't I? Sigh… Actually, besides having a good figure, I'm just

a very ordinary girl. I'm not the prettiest in my class, and my grades aren't good either. It's because I'm

so ordinary that this secret bothers me so much!
What is my secret? It's… I've discovered I've fallen in love with my Chinese teacher! This isn't surprising

at all ; many girls in my class like him! He just graduated from school last year and came to

teach Chinese at our school. He's really handsome! With his distinct features, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, he often recited new poems to us during class

. His gentle, affectionate tone always made my heart flutter. I don't know

what that feeling was, but I always felt a certain part of my body start to heat up… Especially since he would always flick his bangs after

reciting , then turn back to write on the blackboard and continue teaching. That action, that expression,

often kept flashing through my mind. But! That's what bothers me. I like him so much,

but I'm so ordinary; he'll never notice me! I know he probably prefers

Fangyun in our class because she's universally acknowledged as a beauty, and her grades are top-notch! I've noticed that the teacher's expression

is different every time he looks at her! And me? Aside from telling me to study harder after the last monthly exam, he's never said a word to me.

He doesn't even call on me to read aloud or answer questions in class. Sigh! Oh, my diary! What should I do?
Oh right, after saying so much, I forgot to tell you, his name is Shukai, Yan Shukai, a very elegant

name, isn't it! Sigh! I really want to call him Brother Shukai, or Shukai, I don't want to call him Teacher Yan every day...
Besides buying you today, I also bought a collection of Zheng Chouyu's poems, and I've been studying

my Chinese . I know that only if my grades are good will he notice me! If I also know modern poetry and can

recite it with him, he will definitely like me!
There's another Chinese class tomorrow! I need to go review first! I hope I can make a lot of progress in the next exam!
Xiaotong's Secret Diary (II)
October 0th
Today was really awful! I stayed up too late studying last night, so I overslept this morning and missed the school bus, so

I had to take the bus, which was packed like a sardine can. There were no seats, so I had to stand. I took out my Chinese textbook from my bag

to look at it , I wonder if I still remember what I memorized last night? Back when I rode the school bus, I used to see many girls reading like

me . I thought they were so fake. How could they really concentrate on reading when the bus was swaying back and forth? They

were just putting on an act for the boys on the bus! To make them think they were hardworking and sophisticated! ...Just thinking about it makes me want

to vomit!
But today, I genuinely wanted to read because as soon as I picked up my Chinese textbook, I thought of my

Shukai.
Ah! My Shukai! I couldn't even read three lines before I started thinking about him. My whole mind was filled with him—his eyes, his

eyebrows, his high nose, the way his lips moved when he recited poetry. Maybe it's because I'm sleep-deprived? My

consciousness started to blur.
In my hazy state, Shukai seemed to be beside me. He gently hugged me from behind, softly stroking

my thighs and pinching my buttocks. I felt so comfortable and sighed softly. Then his other hand

reached in front of me, cupping my breasts with his warm palm through my uniform, slowly kneading them. My

body felt like it was being electrocuted, a strange sensation washing over me. His other hand

moved down my inner thighs, then up, and I knew he was between my legs. I felt his fingers digging desperately into

my crotch through the fabric! I felt the electric current intensify, but his movements were so rough and

painful.
After a few touches, he tried to pull down my underwear. I instinctively squeezed my legs together, but the hand on my breasts

tightened even more. My breasts felt painfully pinched, and I shifted uncomfortably,

feeling . Just then, the car jolted, and I snapped back to reality. Looking down at

the hand on my breasts, I saw it was covered in hair and wrinkles. I immediately knew it wasn't Teacher Yan's hand;

her hands were smooth and white.
I whirled around—oh my god! It was a lewd old man! That ugly face was right next to my ear,

seemingly sniffing my hair, almost making me kiss his face. His face

was covered in wrinkles and stubble, half-bald on his forehead, his eyes half-closed and lecherous, with two clumps of eye boogers at the corners.

He grinned at me, revealing yellow teeth. I smelled that sour, foul odor and couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine,

goosebumps rising all over my body. I felt a cool sensation on my buttocks; he had actually lifted my skirt… I knew

what that hard thing on my buttocks was! I couldn't bear to look anymore, feeling terrified. I simply couldn't

believe that the stories my seniors often told me about encountering perverts on the bus were actually happening to me. Just

then, the bus arrived at the stop, and suddenly an idea struck me. I remembered the method my seniors had taught me, and I pulled out my pen from my bag to remove it.

As the bus door opened, I closed my eyes and forcefully stabbed the hard thing on my buttocks.

Then, I used all my strength to rush off the bus. I didn't dare look back, but I seemed to hear a scream.
After getting off the bus, I ran to the toilet at the speed of a 100-meter sprint in gym class and vomited up all the breakfast I had just eaten

. Afraid of getting my hands wet, I lifted my skirt, took off my underwear, and vigorously scrubbed the place that had just been touched.

My heart was pounding wildly. I felt so dirty. But... but at first, when I thought it was the teacher touching

me, it felt so good! I couldn't help but press my fingers to the place that had just been touched... Just then, the bell rang for class

, and I had to hurriedly put on my underwear and go to the classroom.
The first class in the afternoon was the Chinese class I had been looking forward to for so long! Teacher Yan entered the classroom as elegantly as ever.

From the moment he came in, his every move attracted my attention, but I didn't dare to be too obvious, afraid that my

classmates would find out. I only dared to secretly peek at him from behind my textbook. Today, our teacher prepared another poem for us,

Zheng Chouyu's "Love, Beginning": "
Since the shy beginning of love, little Lianli, your eyes, brimming with life, have truly captivated!
Oh, seventeen years old, what a touching first love!"
I had just read this poem yesterday, and suddenly, I felt as if the teacher was reciting it to me. I felt

flustered and dared not look at him anymore, lowering my head. Suddenly, that feeling from this morning returned; my heart

pounded as if it were about to jump out, my breathing became erratic, and I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body, making me

feel hot all over. It felt like ants were crawling down there, an itch that went straight to my heart. Involuntarily, I squeezed

my legs together, gently shifting on the chair, letting my underwear rub against me.
"Li Tong! Li Tong!"
When I came to my senses, Teacher Yan was already standing in front of me, gently calling my name. Oh my god! His

voice was so pleasant, unlike his usual cold tone when taking attendance. The teacher bent down, his face just centimeters

from my eyes. I had never been that close to him before, and I almost dared not look at him.
"Li Tong, are you feeling unwell?"
the teacher asked me with concern. I couldn't speak, so I just shook my head.
"Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"
After saying that, the teacher placed his palm on my forehead. Oh my god! I almost fainted. The teacher

touched me! I felt like I was about to collapse, feeling both happy and shy, so I could only lie on the table to hide my

embarrassment .
The teacher, worried, asked the class monitor to take me to the infirmary to rest. I really didn't want to miss this class, but

seeing the teacher's concerned eyes, I had no choice but to obediently listen! On the way to the infirmary, I felt unsteady on my feet,

but my heart was filled with ecstasy. The teacher really cared about me! Afraid that the class monitor would think I was crazy, I had to desperately

suppress the urge to shout and laugh!
When I got to the infirmary, the nurse wasn't there. I told my class monitor I wanted to rest, and she went back to class. I went to

the restroom and took off my underwear. It was soaked, and my thighs and groin were wet too, sticky and slippery. How could this be

?
It's so strange. That feeling was strange too. Why do I only feel this way when I'm thinking about my teacher?

I know! Because I love my teacher!
Sigh, dear teacher, do you know? Beside you, there's an inconspicuous little girl who admires and loves you

so much . Do you know?
Xiaotong's Secret Diary (Part 3)
October 0th
Today I'm so angry! Why are there so many shameless sluts in our class? Do you know?

Today I had some amazing news! Our former teacher, that hateful old lecher, Mr. Lai, was hospitalized

because of high blood pressure! It doesn't seem right to be so happy, it's not very ethical, is it? But he deserves it! Every time

he taught, he'd always be lurking around with those shifty eyes, constantly glancing at our chests. He especially loved standing in front of Lin Wenzhen when lecturing

, because her grandmother was the oldest in our class, and she always liked to wear a perfectly fitted uniform. We

were all worried she might snap the buttons on her chest!

It's no wonder the old teacher gets high blood pressure from all that stress every day!
But what made me even happier was that the head of academic affairs announced that during the old teacher's hospitalization, Ms. Yan

would be temporarily our homeroom teacher. Everyone was overjoyed when this news spread! But that's also

what !
During the break of the third period, Mr. Yan came to the classroom and asked the class monitor for our class roster. He said he

was nervous being a first-time tutor and wanted to get to know our students better. However, less than a minute after he entered,

that bunch of sluts swarmed around him, chattering and bombarding him with questions. Mr. Yan

patiently answered all their questions and even told a few jokes that made those dim-witted idiots laugh

uncontrollably . Especially that big-breasted girl, Lin Wenzhen, who practically pressed her breasts against Mr. Yan's arm

! I saw Mr. Yan flinch, glance at Lin Wenzhen, and then continue discussing things with the class monitor. I

think Mr. Yan must have been terrified by her. That bitch! What's the use of big breasts? Ah Hui told me that last time

they went swimming together, she saw Lin Wenzhen's breasts while changing clothes. They were big, but

they were sagging already at such a young age! And her nipples were so dark and big!
"She must have slept with guys, and she must have been touched and licked a lot!" Xiaohui said. She said her sister's

nipples were pink and small before she got married, but they became dark and large after marriage,

and even worse after giving birth to her baby. Xiaohui herself had experience; she had a boyfriend, and every time he touched her breasts,

her nipples would become larger and darker.
"If you do it often, they'll become fixed," Xiaohui said, puffing out her small, still pink breasts.

That time we tried on her new bra at her house, but it was too small for me.
"I'm still more envious of you," Xiaohui said mischievously, pinching my breasts. "Big and perky, with small

and pretty nipples, my boyfriend would definitely drool over them!"
Humph! I don't want her boyfriend to see them! I don't want anyone to see them either! Of course, I wouldn't mind if Teacher Yan

wanted to see them !
That night, while showering, I couldn't help but look in the mirror and gently stroke my breasts. Are they really that big? Do

guys all like girls with big breasts? Will Teacher Yan like me? I shook my hair forcefully.

My breasts swayed, as if nodding and saying "yes!" I couldn't help but touch myself, imagining

my teacher touching me. Just as Xiaohui said, my nipples had gotten bigger, stood up, and were hard. The nipples and

areolas had also turned from pink to a bright red! Then I started itching down there, like ants crawling on me. I

rubbed it back and forth with my hand, and a slippery, sticky fluid came out. I really wanted to put my fingers in,

but it hurt as soon as I did. Just then, my brother knocked on the door, protesting that I'd been showering for over an hour. I

had no choice but to quickly rinse off and end my daydreaming for the day.
[The End
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