University sex counselor

"Good morning, Su Yuan~ Want to come to my dorm today?"

"Good morning..."

A classmate ran past me quickly, greeting me enthusiastically. I blushed and replied softly, then subconsciously covered my exposed sensitive areas with my hand, before remembering something and putting my hand down.

Today was my first day of classes, and I was rushing to the classroom after breakfast. However, I felt a chill all over my body, which made me a little uncomfortable.

After the frenzy of yesterday's registration, I had a new understanding of this school. This understanding was so shocking in my mind, yet I had to accept it, and even yesterday I was still confused. Finally, with the help and explanation of the school leaders and class officers, the veil of mystery surrounding this school was completely lifted in my understanding.

The school's history, what it was like before and what happened after, and why it is the way it is now. All of this was taught to me in the special course I received yesterday.

This school was indeed an all-boys school before, but their main purpose for recruiting female students was completely different from what was rumored outside. For many years, the school's academic performance had stagnated, and the students were found to be extremely restless and unmotivated, completely lacking focus on practice.

After a period of observation and psychological counseling, the school finally discovered the problem: with the development of the times, people's understanding of sex was no longer so conservative, and they had become quite knowledgeable about it through various means. Although they were knowledgeable, this was, after all, an all-boys school with a closed educational system, leading these students to harbor a beautiful and urgent desire for sex. However, the more they longed for it, the less they could have it, and the less they could have it, the more they longed for it. This cycle repeated itself, resulting in a complete lack of motivation for training.

After discovering this problem, and finding that this phenomenon was rapidly spreading to every student, the school leaders, after a period of deliberation, finally decided to hire prostitutes. This was a bold decision for the school, which at the time held traditional views. Many aspects of it were absurd, but faced with the students' urgent needs, they made this seemingly fantastical decision.

The situation improved somewhat, and some students began to devote themselves to training again. However, this temporary solution could not solve the fundamental problem; the number of prostitutes was far from sufficient to address the needs of so many students. Even if you asked a chicken to serve too many people, they wouldn't agree.

This continued until one day, the principal went on a study tour of some schools. These were all normal schools, but by a twist of fate, the principal entered a mysterious foreign school. That university continuously cultivated outstanding talents in various fields, but visits were strictly prohibited. The specifics of what happened are unclear, but the principal visited this school that was not open to visitors.

There, the principal's worldview was completely overturned; the school there is exactly like the one I currently attend.

Students engaged in rampant promiscuity on campus, and the sounds of sex were everywhere. Not only that, but even daily teaching was interspersed with a large amount of sexual punishment to satisfy the students' sexual desires.

Moreover, there, the principal came into contact with an even darker circle. For example, among sports students, it wasn't just about superficial athletic competition; in some high-ranking and wealthy circles around the world, sports involving sex were popular. They were incredibly diverse and elaborate, with things like sex-themed long-distance running and sex-themed gymnastics being quite popular. Or art students, engaging in various behaviors that used themselves as art. The "meat toilets" I usually see in comics are actually used by art students there.

After some discussion, the returning principal decided to open up admissions to female students and began implementing the program. The female students trained in sex arts weren't just there to serve the male students; their skills could also be used to enter wealthy circles. This program has been running for

several years, and now that I'm enrolled here, it's in its fourth year. The first batch of female students have already graduated. Those who performed poorly became sex industry support staff or willingly became sex slaves for wealthy men, while those who performed well joined sex sports as athletes, competing in high-end circles. Regardless, they all seem to be doing quite well.

Now I'm officially enrolled here, strictly following the rules. "Strict" is only true in certain aspects.

For example, we girls are almost completely naked most of the time at school. The items we can wear are quite limited. Shoes and socks are allowed, since we need to run and so on, and many boys have leg, foot, and sock fetishes. In addition to these, there are also videos featuring close-fitting silk gloves, hair clips, headbands, and other head-related accessories, as well as leg and arm rings to enhance aesthetics without obscuring key body parts. Similarly, bracelets and anklets are allowed, and small areas can be decorated with erotic patterns according to personal preference. These behaviors are encouraged; the more attractive a female student is, the more desirable she is.

In addition to being completely naked, I also need to add some special decorations to my breasts. A small clip is attached to my nipple. A small tag hangs below the clip—this is my student ID card. It contains my name, age, class, and other information, and I also use this card for purchases at school.

I frequently engage in various sexual activities, or am directly sexually assaulted by various male students on campus. If a male student is satisfied, it's easy to know who the girl was. This makes it convenient for them to vote in various popularity polls, earning both academic credits and monetary rewards.

Various activities often come with monetary rewards. For example, when I arrived on campus yesterday, I saw two naked girls acting as scoreboards. Their purpose was to motivate the boys by standing there naked, and anyone could request a break to have sex with them. Afterward, the girls would add points and receive some money.

The money naturally went into the campus card hanging from our nipples. Normally, this card serves as proof of our sexual prowess. Just like some high-end restaurants indicate the chef on the dishes, this tells everyone which slut you're having sex with.

We use this campus card for everyday purchases on campus, such as snacks and meals. Simply stick your breasts on it to make a purchase. In other words, it's difficult to survive without engaging in various sex-related activities.

Unless there are special circumstances, this card must never be removed from our nipples. This is a key point emphasized in the school rules. This card hanging from our nipples is proof of our identity, and removing it or losing it outside of the dormitory will result in extremely severe punishment.

However, not all female students are completely naked. Some female students are allowed to wear clothes, provided they are attractive and have a certain level of popularity. With approval, they can wear clothing of their own design or that designed by others. While they can wear clothes, these clothes are always intended to amplify sexuality, be more seductive, or satisfy certain students' particular fetishes, and cannot be ordinary clothing.

For example, sheer fabrics that partially conceal the genitals, allowing for a subtle and alluring glimpse, might be used to attract male attention. Alternatively, there might be full-body pantyhose to satisfy some students' preferences.

Even more extreme are the full-body pantyhose made of thicker materials, facilitating activities like suffocation. These are just a few examples; the students here are completely open about their sexual fetishes, resulting in a wide variety of clothing. For these special outfits, student ID cards don't need to be constantly attached to the nipples; instead, student information is displayed elsewhere as appropriate, which is considered a special case.

As a new transfer student, I had no choice but to obediently walk naked around campus according to the rules. The male students passing by greeted me warmly, making my face slightly flushed. I've already accepted a lot about the school's crazy ideas, coupled with my crazy actions yesterday. But this sudden change is still a bit hard to adjust to.

"Yo ho, you must be Su Yuan, the transfer student."

Suddenly, a pair of hands touched my butt, and a cheerful voice rang in my ear.

"Whoa!!!"

The sudden groping startled me. I turned around and saw a fairly good-looking boy smiling and greeting me. He also had his student ID card clipped to his shirt; the black background indicated he was a music student.

Here, boys also need to wear their student ID cards at all times. There's a unique assessment method for boys here, encompassing the entire campus system. However, unlike girls who must be naked, boys can simply wear normal clothes, as long as their student ID cards are visible.

This school has three major departments: Physical Education (white background), Music (black background), and Fine Arts (red background). These three colors are used to identify everyone, regardless of gender, and even teachers' ID cards.

The boys' student ID cards are similar to ours; to motivate the boys, their cards contain both money and points. Performing labor earns a small number of points, good classroom performance and exam results earn a medium number of points, and achieving outstanding grades in corresponding specialties earns a large number of points. These points have many uses, the most basic being that different numbers of points can be used to have sexual relations with any girl you fancy, anytime, anywhere.

When a boy has enough points to have sex with us, it's a reward for his excellent performance and a form of recognition, which we absolutely cannot refuse. After the boy uses his points on us, those points are converted into money, which we can spend as we please.

This is basically how the school operates. There are many other things that points can do; here, points earned through grades are everything.

"You, you know me?"

Being touched in private by a member of the opposite sex while naked is absolutely impossible outside, but it's very common here. Even without points, having sex casually is allowed, but touching a female student is permitted. But this behavior still made me suddenly nervous.

"Haha, not only do I know you, but many people do. The School of Physical Education and the School of Fine Arts each have incredibly beautiful transfer students—one is energetic and has a great figure, the other is quiet and has a particularly large bust. Everyone already knows this in a school with more men than women. Only our music department didn't get any beauties. Do you know how many of our classmates feel frustrated?" His hand slowly slid to my front, hovering near my vulva. His fingers had already touched my labia, making me tremble involuntarily.

"Is that so? That's a real shame. Class is about to start, so I'll go now." I'm definitely not like this normally; just as rumored, I'm usually quite lively. But in this situation, I can't be natural at all.

"Little beauty, are you so shy because you're not used to it here yet? It's okay, I'll help you get used to it right away." He gently breathed into my ear, while his hand climbed up to my breasts, gently pressing my nipple with his index finger.

"Ah..."

My nipples are quite sensitive, and the touch made me involuntarily make a sound.

"Looks like no one's bought you yet, lucky you. Well then, I'll take your first point-based sex at school," he said, pulling out his student ID and pressing it tightly against mine. Three seconds later, with a "beep," he withdrew his ID with satisfaction. Even without experience, I knew he'd just bought me with points.

A male and female student ID touching for more than three seconds is considered buying a girl, at which point she must have sex with the boy to satisfy him. No matter the time or place, I had no chance to resist. I didn't know the exact number of points deducted, only that the system calculated it automatically. The closer to class time, the more expensive it was; the more times a girl was "sold" in a short period, the more expensive it was—that was roughly the process.

After swiping his card, he withdrew his hand from my breasts. He turned me around and slammed me against the ping-pong table. With

my head pressed firmly against the table, I saw some students starting to gather around. Normally, this kind of thing was common and wouldn't attract attention. But my status as a transfer student made everyone a little curious.

The man who bought me completely ignored the onlookers, pressing my upper body tightly against the ping-pong table and then slightly lifting my buttocks. I resigned myself to his actions, though I felt incredibly ashamed, especially in front of so many people. But since we were already on campus, and I had been gang-raped by so many people yesterday, much of my shame was offset.

He stroked my vulva a few more times, and because of the sight of so many people and the sensation of him touching me, I was already starting to feel some lustful fluid. He casually probed my vulva with his fingers, and the sensation of his fingers immediately gave me pleasure. Having only lost my virginity yesterday, I was still quite sensitive due to my lack of experience with this. Just a few gentle ins and outs of his fingers, and my vulva was completely overflowing with lustful fluid.

"You little bitch, you really are a slut,"

he whispered in my ear, pointing directly at my already aroused vulva.

"Mmm..."

I made a soft sound and then wiggled my buttocks. After the play just now, I didn't know if he was a sex expert. But for someone like me who had only recently experienced sex, this was undoubtedly incredibly potent.

The pleasure of yesterday's sex resurfaced in my mind, making me unable to resist actively seeking more.

"Slut, I'm coming,"

this man was clearly captivated by my allure, thrusting forward and pressing his penis hard against my vagina.

"Ah..."

The contact between my vagina and his penis, our genitals, made me tremble slightly. My heart pounded; yesterday I had been somewhat confused and disoriented. Now I was perfectly clear-headed, feeling so clearly the most private parts of a man and woman pressed tightly together—how could I not be nervous?

However, he didn't give me any time to prepare; my seductive swaying of my hips had already overwhelmed him. With a distinct "plop," his penis plunged deep into my vagina.

"Ah..."

Another long moan escaped my lips, echoing throughout the campus.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The screams quickly turned into rapid, continuous cries. This man showed absolutely no mercy, his penis, which had just been inserted into my vagina, began to thrust wildly. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air as his penis repeatedly pounded inside me.

I felt the sensation of a foreign object being inserted into my vagina, the constant violation of my most private parts. This man's penis wasn't large, at least slightly smaller than the ones I had felt yesterday. But even so, it still made me scream repeatedly.

"Damn it, why, why do we rarely have girls here? I thought girls would prefer music!" This man seemed very angry, shouting angrily as he grabbed my hair and roughly manipulated me. Even though his penis wasn't large, his rough movements and rapid, forceful thrusts still brought me to the brink of sexual pleasure.

However, this painful yet pleasurable sex didn't last long, soon followed by a wave of heat that washed over me. He ejaculated inside me, not only having sex with me in public but also forcefully ejaculating inside me.

He slowly released me, and the sex he had just done was now completely over. I struggled to get up from the ping-pong table, looking at the small amount of semen seeping from my vagina, with most of it still inside me.

Feeling the semen inside me, I instinctively wanted to scoop it out. But the feeling of this male filth, the sensation of semen remaining inside me, aroused my lustful nature once again. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to let the semen stay inside me like this, I thought.

"That won't do. Sex is beautiful, not something you release like this," suddenly, another gentle voice rang out.

"Who is it!"

The person who had just finished with me was still not quite recovered from the stimulation and said angrily.

"I'm an art student, specializing in the female human body. Ah, Miss, your body is simply art, it's so beautiful. I never thought that I would be able to see such a beautiful body just before I graduate. Is this a blessing from heaven? Miss, would you please have sex with me once?" The person who had just spoken slowly walked up to me. He had slightly blond hair and a dashing smile. His speech and behavior were much more polite than the previous person, but when he asked me, his actions didn't seem to be asking. Instead, he casually affixed his own student ID to mine, and before I could react, a beep sounded.

Just like that, I was sold to a second person with incredible speed.

"You, you're that famous senior? The mixed-race prince known for his body art? Many art exhibitions have included your work, and you received invitations from several well-known places half a year ago? You, you usually don't like leaving the art department area, so why are you in this messy public area today!" The person who had just slept with me stared incredulously at the person in front of him, speaking in a panic. Clearly, the person in front of me was quite influential.

"I've heard that a beautiful flower has blossomed in the Physical Education Department, although the air here reeks of sweat, making me uncomfortable. But as someone who's completely immersed in art, I'm willing to go for it. You know, the most beautiful flowers often bloom in the worst environments. Unfortunately, there are always some vulgar people who don't know how to appreciate it, ruining that beauty. Some people can't achieve anything, haven't experienced the pleasure of sex in a long time, and now they're so thirsty after just one time, it's really disgusting." This person spoke to the guy who had just raped me, in a remarkably calm tone. But it was precisely this calm tone that further enraged the other person.

That person gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, clearly wanting to rush up and beat up this blond mixed-race guy. But after thinking about it, he gave up and slunk away. This person knew that in this school, grades were everything.

Regardless of who was right or wrong, if things escalated, the person without grades would definitely suffer.

This was very real here; even if someone with grades forcibly raped a girl without using a campus card, and the girl didn't want to, they could still do it. If a boy has a promising future, the school will never interfere. Of course, this rarely happens, because these people don't lack points.

"Miss Su Yuan, seeing you today, I can confirm your reputation. Your beautiful body and shy appearance are like a chaste maiden newly entering the world, or a beautiful angel insulting hell. I can see that you will soon fall into this abyss. But the moment a seraph becomes a fallen angel is always so beautiful. Just like the process of white paper being gradually stained black, that is the most sublime art." The person in front of me gently lifted my chin and said some words that I couldn't understand at all.

"You, what are you saying? I don't understand."

I shook my head nervously. The person who just finished accumulating points had just raped me. What was this person trying to do ?

"You don't need to understand, and you don't need to know. This is just... my art." With that, he finally pushed me back onto the ping-pong table. Unlike before when I was facing away from the sky, this time I was facing upwards. My breasts and vagina were spread out, making them clearly visible to the surrounding students.

At that moment, the school bell finally rang. The other students also left reluctantly, seemingly wanting to watch a little longer. However, this mentality was merely because, as a transfer student, everyone had experienced a great deal about sex, so it wasn't particularly unusual. Therefore, they only glanced at it briefly before hurrying away again.

The boy in front of me, however, was completely unafraid, because it wasn't just someone as outstanding as him. Even ordinary students could have sex anytime, anywhere, as long as they used points, and no one could interfere, not even during class.

Therefore, the school didn't care about this at all, and even encouraged it.

This person was currently supporting himself on the ping-pong table with both hands, pressing down on me. He reached out and slowly placed one hand on my collarbone, gently stroking it as if admiring a beautiful work of art.

Then he slowly moved down, gently touching my skin, but compared to the rough and strong hands of the headmaster and homeroom teacher yesterday, this man's touch felt so comfortable. It was as if I wasn't serving him, but he was serving me.

His hand gently brushed against my skin, making it a little itchy, and then came to my breasts. He slowly cupped my breasts with his palms, gently kneading them a few times. My not-so-large breasts were perfectly cupped in his hand. In this not-too-hot weather, my nipples were already somewhat hardened by the breeze. His cool, large hand enveloped me, providing warmth.

After a few seconds, he gently removed his hand and, like others, began to play with my nipples. But he was different; he first touched them lightly, then gently poked them. He rhythmically pressed and swayed my nipples from side to side, and as they hardened, he gently pinched them.

He pinched my nipples and gently pulled them outwards. Not too much, just a slight tug, stopping as soon as I felt a slight pain.

"These breasts are at least in the top 20 of what I've ever seen," he said, releasing my nipples and continuing to caress my breasts, seemingly very fond of them.

"You're still talking about what you've seen, like you've seen it all. And just laugh, I know my breasts are small. You have a transfer student in your art department, right? Her breasts are much bigger than mine," I said, a little annoyed. I felt like he was just pretending to be profound, while I was the naive one.

"You mean Tao Lin? She was gang-raped over there yesterday, and her big breasts attracted a lot of attention. I went to see what happened, and her breasts were indeed big; many people were playing with them. But that doesn't appeal to me. In my eyes, big isn't everything. I don't deny that others like big breasts, but in my art, the beauty of perfect proportions is more important," he said casually, while his hand involuntarily increased its pressure, no longer as gentle as before. He continued to knead my breasts, as if trying to savor the beauty in his heart.

With one final, forceful squeeze, he finally removed his hand from my breasts. Instead, he continued to slowly move downwards, drawing circles on my lower abdomen with his fingers. It felt a little itchy, but not unpleasant. He continued downwards, touching around my vulva.

"This is the most beautiful place for a young girl. Right now, your posture, your figure, your expression, everything about you is so beautiful. Unfortunately, I can see that you will soon be completely changed.

But, as I said before, the eve of the Holy Angel's fall and that very moment are the most beautiful. Don't worry, my brain is like a computer; I will record this most beautiful moment of yours and then record it forever in… my painting!" After saying his last sentence, he finally unbuckled his belt, revealing his penis. My God, what a sight it was!

This penis wasn't ridiculously large, nor was it frighteningly thick; overall, compared to the few penises I've seen, it was probably above average. However, it was covered with all sorts of patterns, like totems in some movies, giving off an invisible sense of awe.

"Remember this beautiful moment,"

he said softly, without any foreplay. Because a boy had already fucked me before, my vagina was ready to be penetrated at any time, without the need for pre-ejaculation lubrication.

"Ah..."

With a short cry, his penis smoothly entered my vagina.

*Plop plop, plop plop.

* Without further ado, the man who had been chattering away at me just moments before fell silent, focusing instead on fucking me hard. I lay on the ping-pong table, letting this strange man enjoy my body.

He wasn't as savage as the previous man; his thrusts weren't just rough. Instead, he would insert gently several times, followed by a sudden, forceful thrust, repeating this rhythmic cycle as his penis moved in and out of me.

Yet, these seemingly weak thrusts, each deep penetration, struck my clitoris deeply, giving me immense pleasure.

Slowly, I found myself involuntarily sitting up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clamped my legs around his body. He moved forward cooperatively, and with our combined efforts, this suitable position allowed his penis to explore even deeper inside me.

I clenched my vagina tightly, trying to hold onto his in-and-out penis. With my tightly contracting vagina, he was clearly more excited, and his pace gradually quickened.

Although not as frenzied as the first man, his stamina was far superior. Ten minutes passed, and he still showed no signs of ejaculating. The surroundings were quiet, save for the soft, rhythmic sounds of our penises thrusting in and out, and the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding.

Fifteen minutes later, he suddenly pulled me close. He was about to ejaculate. I responded to his signal, pressing my body even tighter against his. My chest pressed against his, and his hands gripped my back tightly. As I felt a wave of heat wash over me, he ejaculated inside me.

He shuddered comfortably, then gently laid me back on the ping-pong table. Now, I lay flat on the table, panting heavily. Because both of us had ejaculated inside me, my vagina began to continuously secrete white semen.

"I'll accept this last bit of your youthful innocence and beauty before you transform. Goodbye." He turned around, speaking somewhat indifferently, then calmly pulled up his pants and left, leaving me lying on the table.

After resting for a while, I quickly got up. I tidied my hair, straightened my remaining clothes and socks, and ran quickly towards the classroom.

Even now, my stomach still contained a considerable amount of semen. Because we had taken long-term birth control pills upon entering school, we didn't need to prepare any contraception.

Back in the classroom, I finally began to meet my classmates. Under the guidance of the homeroom teacher, I formally introduced myself and began my campus life.

"Teacher, when we first started school, some people from the art and music departments had sex with Su Yuan. Even though she's from our class, many of us haven't done it. How about we just reward each other with gang rape of Su Yuan this class?" However, this voice broke the silence of my first class.

"Teacher, you and the headmaster had a good time yesterday. When I arrived, Su Yuan was completely passed out, so I didn't dare to do anything. Didn't we just have four of our students in the top 20 of the city marathon recently? Even the worst student made it into the top 200. That's a great achievement, consider it encouragement!" Another student stood up, adding fuel to the fire.

"Teacher..."

One student after another stood up, trying to persuade him. At this point, I noticed that the male-to-female ratio in the class was indeed extremely unbalanced, with more than 40 boys but only about ten girls. The girls gave me a helpless, bitter smile; it seemed they had been gang-raped quite often.

"Alright, excellent results deserve a reward. Su Yuan, the best way to truly understand our school is through hands-on experience. This class and all morning classes are canceled and replaced with self-study. Everyone can freely have their way with our transfer student, Su Yuan, with a focus on Su Yuan. The other girls can also use her as they please. That's settled then, free time." The homeroom teacher actually agreed to this absurd decision, and as soon as he finished speaking, the whole class erupted in cheers.

Everyone was scrambling to take off their clothes, one after another pounced on me, touching every part of my body.

"Ah!"

I instinctively cried out in surprise, only to see the other girls openly displaying their breasts and vaginas without any objection, allowing all the boys to play with them at will.

Sure enough, that was the atmosphere here.

And so, my first day of school, like the day I registered, was spent being gang-raped. I've lost count of how many classmates had sex with me; I only know that my vagina was overflowing with semen, and after each person finished with me, there was a spectacular sight of semen gushing out. It wasn't

until school was over that I dragged my tired body, covered in semen, out of the classroom. Led by the other girls in the class, I took a shower before having lunch.

The intensity of this sexual activity was quite extreme for someone like me who was having sex only the second day. My whole body ached, and I didn't go to class in the afternoon. My first day, with only half a day of classes and such chaotic sexual activity, once again gave my understanding of the world a huge shock.

Another day passed before I finally dragged my well-rested body to begin my formal classes at the school.

[The End]

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