[Devil's Time Side Story: Those Who Escaped] - Lighter Version

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Author: Minghongdao,
posted on the forum on February 18, 2016.
First published on this site.
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A side note:
This is a relatively light-hearted novel, a kind of transition for me. Actually, I hate light-hearted stories. Why do we read novels
, comics, and anime? It's because these things can show us
things that real-life performances can't do. If people could do that, why bother reading novels? We could just watch videos, right? Why
waste our imagination watching live-action action? Therefore, what I write are all fast-paced fantasy stories,
filled with my personal sexual fetishes: nipplefuck, super-breasted, silk fetish, foot fetish, genital fetish,
breast fetish, etc. Of course, these fetishes only exist in novels and comics. In reality, I'm only
interested in foot fetishes, and I don't kiss feet because I think it's dirty. In reality, I don't have a girlfriend, and I believe
90% of my readers don't either. I allow myself to indulge once a month, to go to the places I want to go and find the
people I want to find—you know what I mean. Firstly, for my health, and secondly, for financial reasons. Also, as I wrote in this article
, I'm a very innocent person. I only had one relationship in college, and I never crossed any lines. Actually, I
think many guys are the same; we are obscene in our thoughts, that's the darkest side of our hearts that we hide.
When we show it outwardly, it's often the most innocent side. We can distinguish between sex and love.
Also, I have to say that the writing in "Ru Guo" is really bad, because I couldn't even continue writing it towards the end `（*
∩_ ∩* ）′, but I've already typed over 10,000 words and I can't bear to delete it, which is irresponsible to the readers.
But I can't say that, if you have a nipplefuck fetish, "Ru Guo" is still quite slick
.
Regarding writing style, I actually dislike detailed descriptions. It's not that I can't write them, but I have other considerations.
"Handjob" fiction is, after all, handjob fiction; its literary value isn't very high. When people are masturbating, they usually skim through the text
, and a few exciting passages and words are enough to bring us to a climax. If it's written in too much detail, it
loses its appeal. Imagine you're about to ejaculate, and then you see a thousand words of dialogue
or a few hundred words describing a single action—you've already reached your climax before the story even gets there…
Enough rambling, let's get to the main text:
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These past two days, I've noticed something strange: time inexplicably pauses three times a day,
each time for about a few hours. This discovery delighted me. Because I'm unsure when time will stop , I don't dare to do too much, but 　　I've still taken
advantage of the situation to steal a few things . 　　This morning, I was on my way to school, and before I even reached the school, the bus suddenly stopped. Everyone in the carriage 　　seemed frozen. I knew time had stopped. 　　The bus was packed at 7 AM because everyone was rushing to work and school. I glanced around, 　　hoping to spot a pretty girl for a ride—what can I do, I'm a virgin, after all. However, it seems to be a given that 　　pretty girls definitely don't take the bus. 　　But this isn't always the case. There's a type of girl who, while not necessarily top-tier 　　beauties, is far more precious than those conventionally beautiful: schoolgirls. Because they don't wear makeup, they might 　　not look particularly striking, but that doesn't mean they lack potential. In 　　two or three years, after they go to university and enter the workforce, they'll all be stunning beauties. 　　Right next to me was a pure-looking girl, about 1.65 meters tall, wearing the uniform of No. 10 Middle School. No. 　　10 Middle School isn't far from our No. 6 Middle School, so we often see students from No. 10 on the bus. She looked 　　about my age, around sixteen, with long hair tied in a ponytail. Her features were striking and unadorned 　　, giving her a unique charm. My heart started pounding. This...this was totally my ideal 　　type! 　　In that instant, I suddenly felt an urge not to molest her. 　　As you all know, we fantasize about all sorts of women: strangers, teachers, flight attendants, nurses, older 　　sisters, younger sisters… but we rarely fantasize about someone we truly like. Because liking someone is a sacred 　　emotion, different from sex. Sex is a release, but if we meet someone we truly like, we 　　might even forgo sex. Imagine you meet a girl who makes your heart flutter, and you ask yourself this 　　question: if you could marry her without having sex, would you agree? If you agree, congratulations 　　, you've met someone you truly like. 　　But the next moment, I abandoned this unrealistic thought. Yes, I like her, but 　　this liking is only for her appearance. I don't know her, and besides, we could never be together. 　　Our meeting was just a coincidence. Why should I give up such a good opportunity? 　　I squeezed in front of her. This girl was looking down at a physics book; I didn't expect her to be such a top student. 　　Looking at the girl's rosy lips, I pursed my own, hugged her, and kissed her forcefully. In the past few days, I 'd 　　kissed no fewer than a dozen women, but this time, my feelings were completely different. Before, it was excitement, 　　thrill, and secret joy, but now, I felt a sense of happiness. 　　I pried open her teeth with my tongue, hooking it around her soft tongue. When our tongues intertwined, 　　my body felt a jolt, like an electric shock. Was this what kissing someone I liked felt like? My hand instinctively reached 　　inside the girl's clothes. In summer, girls wear very little, just a thin summer school uniform with a tube top underneath. 　　Even in high school, not many girls wore bras; most wore tube tops, which is 　　related to the fact that most teenage girls in China don't develop their breasts well. 　　The tube top was very tight; without untying it, I couldn't touch her breasts at all. I regretfully abandoned that idea.

My hand traced the girl's smooth skin, moving down her navel until it slipped inside her panties. My fingers touched a
patch of fine, short, downy hair, like a baby's first hair. Further down, I found two soft
, tender labia. My thumb and forefinger gently pressed in, immediately grasping a thin layer of flesh, almost
like a layer of skin. Without lingering, I inserted my middle finger directly into her opening. The warm, moist walls
enveloped my finger. I couldn't help but think, "When will my penis be able to enter such a place?"
But when I saw her pure face so close to mine, those thoughts vanished instantly.
I even pulled my hand out of her panties. How could I defile such a girl? I deeply inhaled
the scent of her red lips, wishing I could be with this beautiful girl forever. I knew it was impossible; when
time returned, there would be no connection between us.
I released her lips, glancing at the girl with lingering reluctance. I decided to let her go; such a beautiful
girl, I simply couldn't bear to defile her.
Instinctively, I smelled my fingers; a few drops of the girl's genital fluid clung to them—a slight, pleasant odor,
not unpleasant, even subtly fragrant. Could this be the legendary virgin
scent?
I rummaged through everyone's pockets on the bus, taking money from their wallets and then putting it back
. I didn't take any identification or bank cards; I only took a few hundred yuan out of anything over a thousand, so they
wouldn't call the police. Even if the police called, they wouldn't care about a few hundred yuan. Although stopping time wouldn't provide any direct
evidence against me, it was better to be cautious.
When I reached into a woman's pocket, I stopped. This woman was in her twenties, holding a child who
looked about three or four years old. This young woman wasn't particularly beautiful; even with makeup,
she was only of above-average looks. Her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, but her figure was quite standard—around 1.7 meters
tall, with a shapely figure. Her two full breasts were almost spilling out from under her low-cut cardigan, and the lace-trimmed bra further
accentuated their allure. I didn't hold back, reaching inside and giving those
breasts a good squeeze. It felt so good to knead such full breasts!
Perhaps it's due to obsessive-compulsive disorder, but I always like to look at my nipples. I can't help it; of the three points, the nipples
take up two. In most men's eyes, the nipples are one of the most mysterious places. Pulling down the lace bra
, her two large breasts sprang out. The finger-thick nipples had lost their original pink color,
turning somewhat purplish, but that's normal, considering she's already a mother.
There was a little white liquid on her nipple. I brought my face close, stuck out my tongue, and licked it. It was sweet, fragrant
, and a little fishy. This must be breast milk. I never expected to find such a blessing in a random young woman
.
I sucked hard on her slightly large nipple, drawing every drop of sweet milk into my mouth.
The rich milky aroma lingered between my teeth before I swallowed it. The full, soft flesh and firm, elastic
nipple brought me exhilarating pleasure.
Once my stomach was full, I resolutely decided to leave the bus. I opened the window, grabbed
my backpack, and jumped out. It was only three or four stops from school; I could walk.
If I stayed on the bus any longer, and too many people called the police, the whole bus would be stuck. My money was in my
backpack; wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?
After I arrived at school, I remembered something important: after sucking that young woman's breast, I was
in such a rush that I forgot to put her bra back on. Oh well, it's not my problem anyway.
On the bus, I don't know how much time passed, but time suddenly started moving again.
Liu Xin felt a strange sensation in her lower body, but since it wasn't too strong, she didn't
pay much attention to it and focused on memorizing the physics points for today's test. Just then, a woman's
scream came from inside the bus. Liu Xin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young woman
sitting there, naked from the waist up, cupping her full breasts in her hands, her face flushed. All the men around her had their eyes shining, as if they wanted
to see the beautiful scenery behind the woman's arms.
"Men are all the same," Liu Xin said bitterly.
I definitely didn't know what happened on the bus. I finished my morning classes peacefully, and
after lunch, I took a nap at my desk. I had my favorite English teacher's class in the afternoon, and I had to be well-rested
to listen to the lesson.
This isn't to say I particularly love learning English, but rather that I wanted to make a good impression on my English teacher. She
had only recently graduated from university, was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, about our age, and was quite pretty, so
many students liked her.
When afternoon English class started, the English teacher walked into the classroom wearing sandals. Today, she was dressed
very fashionably as usual, wearing exquisite wooden sandals that revealed her carefully painted toenails and slender legs.
She wore a black short skirt, through which one could vaguely see the white flesh of her thighs. Above that was
a short-sleeved shirt, very fitted, as if it had been deliberately bought a size too small, revealing
a sliver of her white belly when she tilted her head back. The tight shirt accentuated her ample breasts, which were too large to encircle with one hand. Perhaps
for the sake of her image as a teacher, there was no cleavage, and the collar went all the way to her neck, very neat, but even those full peaks and
rounded shapes made the boys in the class swoon.
The English teacher's lessons were as witty and humorous as ever. Although I couldn't hear a word she was saying,
I didn't feel bored at all. Just as I was intently watching the English teacher,
she suddenly stopped moving. Looking at the other students, they were also motionless; time had stopped again.
I don't have the habit of wasting time. Since time had stopped, I was going to make good use of this precious time
. Each pause lasted about three hours, and to make the most of it, I made
a plan.
I pulled a small piece of paper from my desk. It listed a few things. The first thing was to get revenge on the class...
Dafei, the class rascal, is a troublemaker who's always wasting his time and bullying me a lot. So, I'm going to
get revenge on him when time stops. Secondly, I'm going to rape my English teacher. I thought I'd have to go to the office, but that
's easier now. Thirdly, I'm going to torment my homeroom teacher.
She's a stunning beauty, a woman in her early thirties, but incredibly beautiful, looking like she's in her late twenties. However, she
has a terrible personality and often beats and scolds students. Even someone like me, who doesn't cause trouble, gets
scolded two or three times a day. I heard it's because her husband is very rich and arranged her position at the school. She's incredibly
arrogant, doesn't even give face to the head of the teaching department, and doesn't care about the students.
I'll start with the second thing, since she's right in front of me. Saying I'm going to rape my English teacher
isn't actually that strong a urge, since I still like her. I approached my English teacher and
stripped her completely naked. Looking at her full, mature body, my penis was already hard. The thought of how
I would soon be able to play with her made my penis tremble with excitement. The
most perfect parts of my English teacher's body were her breasts and legs. Her breasts, though not large, only
about a C-cup, were beautifully shaped, like newly sprouted bamboo shoots, upright and firm, and very
elastic to the touch. She had a pair of fair and plump legs; her thighs were full but not fat, and her calves had
a slight calf muscle, which made them even more sexy. I placed the head of my penis against her large, white thighs, feeling
the comfortable sensation, and slowly moved my penis from her thighs to her lower abdomen, then across
her side, from her buttocks to her groin, and from her groin to the back of her knees, feeling
the stimulation from every part of her lower body.
When I felt my penis reach its hardest point, I parted the English teacher's legs, my erect
penis pointing high, and stood up to thrust directly into her vagina. Her vagina was tight; while
not exactly pink, it wasn't dark either, just a slightly deep color, suggesting she hadn't had much
sexual activity.
"Let me satisfy the English teacher," I thought selflessly, squatting and thrusting upwards, like doing
squats. Each time, I pushed my penis deep into her core, until it was fully inside. Her tight vagina felt like a
sucking lip, and waves of intense pleasure surged through my penis. I grabbed one of her
full breasts with one hand, and with the other, I reached behind her and gripped her buttocks tightly, holding her in place
. After all, I was raping a flesh mannequin; although she weighed around 100 pounds
, my frantic thrusting made it easy for her to lose her balance.
Soon, the English teacher's vagina began to moisten. This moisture wasn't because she felt anything;
it was simply the lubrication from my pre-ejaculate secreted during our encounter. The increased lubrication allowed
me to thrust faster, and soon a wave of intense pleasure washed over my penis. My ejaculation gate
opened, and my semen flooded into her body like a tidal wave.
Had I lost my virginity? I couldn't help but think. Although I'd taken advantage of many women, this English teacher
was the first woman I'd ejaculated inside. Holding her soft body, I drifted into a daze.
I'm a very traditional person. Not long ago, I was thinking of saving my first time for my girlfriend
until she got married. Of course, I don't have a girlfriend right now, so should I just indulge myself like this?
Forget it, I don't want to think about such complicated things.
I gently kissed my English teacher's cherry-like lips, then pulled my penis out of her vagina.
Turning around, I saw Yang Yurong, the class beauty. This slut, though the prettiest in the class, was also a notorious
social butterfly in the school, using her looks to her advantage. She was also quite clever; apparently,
a whole class lined up to pursue her, but no one had ever taken advantage of her. Girls like her were usually
unattainable in my eyes, but now…
I climbed onto the table and shoved my semen-covered penis into Yang Yurong's mouth. I initially just wanted to wipe it
dry, but as I wiped, I felt pleasure again. I discovered that during time-stopped periods,
my libido became incredibly strong. Normally, one ejaculation would leave me exhausted for hours, but during time-stopped periods
, I could ejaculate three times in a row without any problem.
So I simply thrust my penis even deeper, all the way down her throat, feeling her little tongue pressing
against the edge of my glans. Using the suction created by the hollow space in her mouth, I began another round of thrusting.
After about ten minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate. Unfortunately, she was a "dead woman,"
unable to move her tongue, so the pleasure was nowhere near as intense as vaginal penetration. Three minutes later, I ejaculated all my semen
into Yang Yurong's throat. Because the semen flowed so forcefully, a small portion even
spurted out of her nostrils.
I had no choice but to find a way to end this. First, I found another pretty girl in the class. This
girl was a rich second-generation, always showing off her wealth and looking down on everyone. I'd disliked her for a long time.
I first used her mouth to lick my penis clean, then took off her school pants and underwear, using her underwear to wipe the semen off Yang Yurong's
face. Although I didn't particularly like this girl, I didn't want to do anything too outrageous to her
. However, seeing her exposed, pink vulva, it wouldn't be right not to do something. I happened to see
an open bag of White Rabbit candies on her desk, so I kindly peeled the candies for her and fed them
to her vulva. Watching her vulva "eat" all seven candies one by one, I helped her
put her pants back on, then went back to the podium and helped the English teacher get dressed.
Afterwards, I originally wanted to do something inappropriate to Dafei, but then I thought of a better idea and
immediately acted on it.
First, I ran to the small supermarket downstairs, grabbed a bag of chili sauce, and then went to the homeroom teacher's office on the second floor.
Besides our homeroom teacher, there were two male teachers in the office, but that didn't concern me;
I was only going to our homeroom teacher.
Since I bought the chili sauce, I naturally had to use it. I'm sure you've all guessed it—yes, I smeared the chili
sauce on my homeroom teacher's cunt. Her cunt truly lived up to its name; the moment she pulled down her underwear, the
stench almost choked me. I practically held my breath as I smeared the chili sauce on it, then grabbed her
underwear and quickly tossed it aside. I was afraid that if I stayed in that stench any longer, I'd be stuck inside.
Actually, my initial thought was to smear the chili sauce on Dafei's glans, but then I thought about it again—
I'm pretty disgusted by the thought of a grown man looking at another man's penis. So, I decided to frame her. Back
in the classroom, I dragged Dafei to the teacher's office door, put her underwear in his hand,
and then the chili sauce bag in his hand as well. Because I was afraid he'd run away, I tied his two shoelaces together
.
With over an hour left and nothing to do, I randomly picked a classroom and went in to sit.
Just sitting there wasn't much fun, so I looked at the girls in the class. It was a first-year class; I was already a second-year
high school student, so they were considered younger students. I found a few girls who looked clean and pretty, and took off their shoes
. Actually, I've never mentioned this before: I have a foot fetish, but not just any feet. I
'm only interested in feet that are exceptionally beautiful and don't smell. Comparing the feet of these girls,
I found one girl's feet to be the most beautiful. Her skin was like white jade, with a few faint blue veins visible. Her five
slender toes were perfectly straight, and her toenails were meticulously trimmed. She smelled them—no odor at all
. That's her!
The junior high school girl sat on a stool, and I sat on the floor. I stretched out her legs and put her delicate little feet
in my mouth to suck on them. To be honest, her feet didn't really have much of a smell, but it felt really good. It's like
the fetish of sucking on a nipple; sucking on a toe can also give you a certain pleasure.
With her left foot hanging in my mouth, I grabbed her right foot and gave myself a footjob. Sensibly
, the pleasure from a footjob wasn't even as intense as handjob, but that's for normal people. For
someone like me with a foot fetish, the pleasure from a footjob is more psychological than physiological.
Actually, compared to bare feet, I prefer beautiful legs and feet in stockings, but this is a school
, and both teachers and students are concerned about their image. It's too difficult to find someone wearing stockings. Maybe
I'll try stockinged feet next time I have the chance.
As her soft soles rubbed against my penis, it felt like they were constantly charging me. When I was fully charged
, I adjusted my penis, aimed the head at the girl's sole, and thrust down hard. Thick semen
shot out like bullets, the powerful jet even causing my wrist, which was gripping her ankle, to pull back slightly. After I
finished ejaculating, I put her semen-covered feet back into thin cotton socks and helped her put her shoes
back on.
I checked the time; it should be about time. I looked around to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything
or left any evidence, except for the semen. But who would actually do a DNA test?
I returned to my classroom and waited for the timer to start. About five minutes later, the clock began ticking again
. I was observing the expressions of my English teacher and Yang Yurong when suddenly a blood-curdling scream
came from downstairs. I recognized it immediately – haha, it was indeed my homeroom teacher! If I weren't afraid of being discovered, I would have gone to check
on her. Unfortunately, the sounds of chasing and shouting followed in the hallway. I recognized
Dafei's hoarse voice; it seemed he had no chance of escaping.
Then, a violent coughing fit came from the classroom. I looked closely and saw it was Yang Yurong. She coughed
for a long time, spitting out several mouthfuls of semen. Of course, Yang Yurong had no idea it was semen; she thought it was
the milk she drank at lunch.
Looking at the teacher, she was much calmer, showing no signs of distress, only occasionally frowning and
taking smaller steps. If I hadn't been the one who started all this, I would have even thought I hadn't actually
had sex with the English teacher.
As for that rich kid, I saw her fidgeting, crossing her legs and fidgeting.
She glanced around furtively, noticing everyone was either distracted by the shouts outside or
attentively listening to the teacher. She secretly slipped her hand into her pants, and I noticed she was fiddling with it
, her expression strange—a mixture of pleasure and pain, her face flushed. After a while, she pulled her hand
out, looked at the half-melted candy on her fingers, and her face turned deathly pale.
I felt a surge of satisfaction, wondering when time would stop again. As I thought about it,
the innocent girl I saw on the bus that morning came to mind. I wondered when I would see her again;
I truly liked her.

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