Please ask a junior to teach me to play the piano.

Learning piano wasn't difficult, especially if you wanted to impress girls. All you needed was some popular tunes. Take Qi Qin, the piano prince of our club, for example. He wasn't much of a classical pianist, but he was a master of pop songs. Any piece became beautiful and moving in his hands, and he could accompany them, so he was always surrounded by girls asking him to play and sing for them. I heard he'd even worked as a pianist in bars, with countless girls throwing themselves at him. Although it bothered me, I still admired him immensely; he was known as the club's number one man, also called the "Lady Killer."
So one day, I went to find Qi Qin and asked him to teach me how to play popular piano.
"That's easy, just memorize the formulas!" Qi Qin said calmly, lighting a cigarette.
"Oh, what formulas do I need to memorize? And how do I apply them?" Hearing that I only needed to memorize formulas, I was naturally delighted. Applying formulas? Easy enough!
"You need to memorize the various chords and some accompaniment formulas, like the arpeggios for the left hand." So I officially started learning from Qi Qin. Actually, pop piano isn't that difficult. Memorizing the formulas really works. Later, I bought books and learned enough to impress people, and I started attracting more girls. Later, I discovered that as long as you understand music theory, piano and guitar chords are interconnected. Learning one can improve both. I was so happy thinking about this back then. No matter how good your piano is, I don't believe you can beat me on the guitar. Anyway, I study classical piano and guitar, so who's afraid of who! However, my
happiness couldn't overcome the cruel reality. I had quite a few students whom I tutored voluntarily, but I didn't manage to date any of them. I couldn't even ask them out alone. Sigh! It's true that being ugly is useless. On the other hand, I don't know what's so great about Qi Qin, but he changes girlfriends constantly. I can't even catch the ones he rejected. It's really frustrating to compare yourself to others!
Later, I became less concerned about having a girlfriend. It didn't matter if no one wanted me; I just wanted to be happy. Popular piano was really fun—easy to play and beautiful to hear—so I'd play a little after my classical piano practice every day. Eventually, quite a few girls even asked me to teach popular piano. Not having a girlfriend didn't make me lonely.
One day, I went to practice as usual when I heard a knock at the door.
"The door's unlocked, come in." It wasn't my usual practice spot, so I was a little nervous. A young girl came in; I could tell she was a freshman. But I still politely asked, "Is this your practice spot?"
She shook her head and asked shyly, "May I listen to you play?"
I chuckled. It seemed my hard work had paid off, so I nodded. "I'm not very good!" Although I was secretly pleased, I had to maintain a facade. If I made too confident promises and then played poorly, she might be playing dumb. Perhaps it was just my nature, but I didn't dare look at her directly. I only knew she had a sweet face and striking features; she was a beauty in the making.
"No, you played really well!" she said shyly.
"Okay, what piece would you like to hear?"
"Anything you want, I'll play whatever you want." She looked at me happily.
So I thought for a moment and decided to play something special for her. I started with Liszt's "Liebestraum," then played popular pieces like "Ping Ju," "I Really Gave My Love," "Happy Chinese Festival," Richard's "Wedding March," "Torn Between Two Lovers," and finally Chopin's "Farewell," followed by "Memory." It was essentially playing for her the process of two people meeting and parting on the piano.
When I finished, I turned around and saw her blushing, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't play very well!" Although I thought I played quite well, it's always better to pretend.
"No, you played very well, can you teach me to play the piano?"
I thought to myself, oh no, this isn't what I expected! I already have five students, if I add her, I won't have time to play or hang out, how can I!
"But I already have five students, I can't teach any more! Otherwise I won't have time."
"Teach me, you already have five students, why can't you take one more?"
"I'm just unlucky, that's why I only have five students, they're keeping me so busy, I really can't take any more."
"Okay!" She ran over and grabbed my hand, oh no, she actually used this trick, I'm naturally unable to resist a girl's coquettishness. "Or, I'll treat you to something every time!" It's rare to have a girl act coquettishly, it's really satisfying! "
Hmm, let me think about it." I have to resist the temptation, otherwise it won't be fun if she doesn't act coquettishly. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Hmm, I'll give you a kiss as tuition!" Before I could even react, alas! My poor first time was with her. I'd never let a girl kiss my cheek before, how did I end up being kissed by her like that? I guess I'll just have to accept it. But she was still better than my other students; I'd been teaching them for so long and none of them had ever kissed me.
So later, she became one of my students, and I taught her once a week. However, my hopes were still very slim. In private conversations, I learned that she had a boyfriend at a university, and she was very happy to introduce me to him, but I was too lazy to meet him. Qi Qin also teased me, saying how come I had taken on so many students and none of them worked out, and he was still giving me free advice on how to steal someone's boyfriend.
After half a semester like this, her piano skills had improved quite a bit, until one day, when I was teaching her to play "Memory," she cried. She cried and begged me to play for her again and again. Finally, she just lay on top of me, sobbing, soaking my clothes.
"Sweetie, what's wrong? Who bullied you? Tell your senior!" I said kindly. But I'd never even held a girl's hand, so it wasn't comfortable for her to be lying like that. I wanted to sneak a peek, but I felt like such a failure.
I asked her, and it turned out she'd found another girl's underwear in her boyfriend's room when she went there. She didn't even know how long he'd been lying to her. Later, I treated her to dinner and took her home. That was the first time I'd ever been inside a girl's room.
Her room was elegantly decorated, with a silver-gray carpet and a paper chandelier. It was filled with photos of her boyfriend; he was incredibly handsome, far more so than I could ever imagine. His tall figure radiated confidence; he could charm countless girls.
As I walked back, I was still thinking, "That guy is so handsome. No wonder girls are infatuated with him." But being handsome isn't always a guarantee of success. It seems like many girls will be chasing after him. Besides, if he wants to pursue someone else, what girl can stop him?
The next day, when I went to visit her, I saw her left hand wrapped in gauze. Her roommate told me that she had been contemplating suicide by cutting her wrists with a fruit knife, but she was afraid of the pain, so she only made dozens of cuts, only breaking the surface. By the next day, the blood had scabbed over, and she was fine, but her face was streaked with tears, which was heartbreaking to see.
"Senior, is it because I'm not pretty that he left me?"
"No, he just didn't know how to cherish you. Actually, you're very pretty!" To be honest, this junior was really beautiful, with fair skin, and usually lively and cute. I couldn't imagine anyone abandoning her. To keep her from getting bored, I stayed with her until evening. Only when I wanted to sleep did I tell her I had to leave. It was raining heavily outside, and I didn't have a raincoat. Although she kept asking me to stay, I was afraid of ruining her reputation, so I steeled myself and rode my bike home in the rain.
The next day, when she saw me, she looked embarrassed and said, "Senior, I'm so sorry. It was raining so hard yesterday, and you still rode your bike home. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't do anything rash again!" I looked at her; she was still as lively and beautiful as ever. I gently tapped her on the head. "If you do anything rash again, your senior won't be able to save you!"
She smiled sheepishly, "Don't worry, senior, I won't be that silly. How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"
Without hesitation, I said, "Okay, so what should we eat?"
"What do you like to eat?"
"Hmm, how about we go to a seafood restaurant near the school?"
"Great!!" So we went to a seafood restaurant and ordered some side dishes. We also had some draft beer, but I felt that draft beer wasn't enough, so I ordered a bottle of Chen Shao. After warming the Chen Shao and adding two sour plums, it was really delicious; she also tried some, but what I didn't expect was that she actually drank a whole glass. When I took her back, she threw up all over me, but she said she would treat me, and I, as her senior, ended up paying the bill.
When we got to her room, she had sobered up a bit. I was covered in her vomit, and although she was still a little drunk, she knew what had happened and asked me to take off my shirt so she could wash me.
Anyone who's ever thrown up knows how awful it smells after drinking alcohol. So, after thinking about it, I decided to let her take my shirt to soak, otherwise, wearing that shirt would have been really uncomfortable. However, I couldn't wear her shirt either; it was too embarrassing. I had to hide my upper body, thankfully it was summer, or I would have frozen to death.
After she took a shower, she had a headache and went to sleep. I was in a terrible situation. Without my shirt, I didn't dare go anywhere. I wasn't familiar with her place, so I didn't dare go outside to wash my clothes. I could only sit awkwardly by her bed, not knowing what to do.
After a while, she fell into a deep sleep, and I was even more in trouble. I couldn't leave, and it was getting late. I was too embarrassed to wake her, but I had no other choice. So, I thought of something and asked her to tell me where she had put my clothes so I could wash them myself and have somewhere to sleep. So I gently called out, "Junior," but she didn't respond. I had to run over and tug at her sleeve, but she still didn't react. So I pulled harder, but her pajamas were too loose, and when I pulled, her snow-white shoulder was exposed. I was startled. I was afraid of touching her and making her misunderstand that I was taking advantage of her, so I pulled her sleeve, but I ended up pulling her shoulder out. Now I couldn't explain myself. Before she woke up, I quickly pulled it back. So I carefully put my hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her collar.
But it would have been better if I hadn't pulled. When I pulled, I saw her breasts through the seam of her clothes. This... I had never seen a girl's breasts before, and seeing them so close up suddenly made my heart flutter. I didn't know whether to let go or not. It's natural to want to peek at a girl, especially since her breasts were so beautiful. But she was my junior, and it wouldn't be good for her to look at me like that. I figured I wouldn't want to be seen like that either; if she found out, my reputation would be ruined. So, after thinking about it, I decided not to pull her clothes down. Since she wouldn't wake up anyway, I just had to resist the urge to look at her. I'd have to wait until she woke up to find my clothes.
So I went to her desk and sat down, but I didn't want to sleep. I tried to lie down on the desk, but I couldn't fall asleep. Suddenly, I heard her snoring in her sleep, which I found quite amusing. I didn't know pretty girls could snore. I glanced back at her, and what I saw made my face flush and my heart race. Because her feet were facing the desk, she hadn't thought about what might be showing while sleeping. Her legs were bent and spread wide, and a pair of white floral panties came into view. This time, I couldn't look away.
Because of her good figure, and with her legs spread wide open towards me, her entire private area was unabashedly exposed to my eyes. I suddenly felt my face burning, and my heart was pounding. I really wanted to get a good look at her most mysterious place. At that moment, I couldn't distinguish right from wrong; I just wanted to see her, to look at her without restraint. Anyway, she didn't know, I hadn't seen it before, and she wouldn't know if I didn't tell her. Evil thoughts overwhelmed my reason, so I quietly walked towards her step by step, squatted down in front of her bed, and slowly looked.
Then, I thought about what would happen if she woke up, and I wouldn't be able to explain myself. So, on a whim, I took a book from her bookshelf and flipped it onto the floor. If she woke up, I could just say I was reading. Then, very wickedly, I took a ballpoint pen, thinking that you need a pen to read. But my intentions were quite different!
Her underwear wasn't very tight, so I could vaguely see a few hairs peeking out. Her pubic hair was fine, not very long, and not wildly curly. I shifted left and right, trying to find a good angle to see inside, but to my disappointment, I just couldn't see anything. So, I carefully used the pen in my hand to gently lift the part of her pants covering her private parts. I found myself so nervous I could hardly breathe, but I really wanted to see, so I didn't care about anything else. The moment I lifted it, her vulva came into view, making me gasp for breath, and my penis felt the same way, swollen and restless.
She really didn't have much hair. I saw two thick labia with a slit between them, but her labia weren't black like the actresses in porn movies; instead, they were white, like the white of a little girl I accidentally saw peeing when I was a child. But, it was good to see, but I still wanted to see what it looked like inside. But what if she woke up? The thought of her possibly waking up made me feel half-dead. In the end, I made the most important decision of the century: I'll see first! I took the pen tip and gently pried open the two fleshy walls, from top to bottom, little by little. The two fleshy walls slowly opened, revealing two smaller fleshy walls inside. Those two fleshy walls were a bit…
“I’m so sorry, I slept so badly. By the way, where are my clothes?”
“They’re not dry yet, you’ll have to wait a bit!”
I moved, wanting to stretch, only to realize that my back hurt a little because of my poor sleeping posture. “Oh no, my back hurts a bit, I guess I slept in the wrong position.”
“Do you want me to rub it for you?” She looked at me with great concern. “It’s all my fault, I made you not sleep well.”
“It’s okay, just rub it for me.”
So I lay down on her bed and let her rub my back. Her hands were soft and warm, and it felt so comfortable rubbing my back.
As she rubbed, suddenly water dripped onto my back. I turned around and saw that she was crying. So I got up and gently patted her head, saying, "Don't cry, junior!"
Unexpectedly, saying that only made her lean against me, hiding in my arms and crying, "My boyfriend isn't as good to me as you are!"
I wasn't wearing a shirt, and having a girl lean against me like that was really uncomfortable. I had to comfort her while restraining myself from taking advantage of her. I patted her back and whispered in her ear, "Sweetie, your senior is here to love you!" I also kissed her cheek. She looked up at me, her eyes still filled with tears, making her incredibly endearing. I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss her small nose. She slowly closed her eyes, turning her head towards me, as if wanting me to kiss her. So I slowly brought my lips to hers, and we kissed passionately on the bed.
Suddenly, she asked if I wanted to take a shower, without asking my opinion, just saying I'd like to. I could only say yes. But I couldn't bear not to kiss her, so I could only stare at her blankly, unsure what to do. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom, then took off her pajamas, revealing the most beautiful thing in the world to me without reservation. She then bent down and started to take off my pants, but I thought it wouldn't look good for my little brother to still be standing, so I didn't dare let her take them off, eager to wait for them to subside to avoid embarrassment. She wasn't as timid as me, though, and slowly took off her little flowery panties, then walked behind me and said, "You do it yourself, I'm not as timid as you!" Hearing her say that, I had no choice but to give in and take off my pants, but I wasn't mentally prepared, so I could only hide and avoid her seeing my embarrassing state.
Then she turned on the water and started soaping me. Suddenly I felt something strange on my back. It turned out she was smearing soap on her breasts and then using them to scrub my back. I felt something soft and slippery, and two bean-like things were constantly moving behind me. I could only helplessly let her do as she pleased, without any way to stop her.
Suddenly, her hand reached in front of me, grabbed my penis, and started lathering it with soap. I felt a warm current flowing down my lower abdomen, my lower body swollen and restless. She was making me unbearably itchy and numb, and I just wanted to find a hole to put it in, otherwise it might really burst. But she still wouldn't stop, constantly pulling her hand along my penis, pulling it out and then pulling it back. Because it was covered in soap, it was slippery and warm, and I quickly felt an urge to ejaculate. I was a little embarrassed, afraid of ejaculating on her hand, but I didn't dare tell her what was going to happen. I could only watch helplessly as she played with it, feeling the energy in my body rapidly flowing out, until finally I surrendered and ejaculated on her hand. I was very embarrassed, as if I had gone too fast and hadn't let her play with it, and as if I was embarrassed that I had ejaculated on her hand. I just felt extremely awkward and afraid that she would see me.
When we finished showering, my mind was already in a mess. I wanted to do something to her, but I was also afraid. I could only stare at her blankly, not knowing what to do. She was still as proactive and generous as ever, pulling me to the bed and asking me to hold her and kiss her. The impact of being naked together was even more intense.
Actually, in that situation, I was also a little unsure of what to do. I thought maybe something would happen between us, maybe it was something I had been looking forward to for many years, but I was still afraid. It was completely different from the feeling of watching porn and fantasizing; there was a sense of anticipation, yet also a nameless fear. She took my hand and placed it on her breasts, those soft, warm places that held countless fantasies for me. My hand greedily caressed her breasts, and I realized that human greed is limitless. Before long, I wanted to move downwards, inch by inch, letting my hand wander down to her lush green meadow. I found my heart beating so fast; I had never been so intimate with a woman before. After a while, seeing that she didn't seem to object, I confidently let my hand touch the place I'd longed to touch for so long, but had never actually done.
The moment my hand touched her mysterious spot, my heart pounded as if it would jump out of my chest. Her entire private area seemed to have been flooded, or perhaps it was slippery from a wet bath. I'd peeked at that place yesterday, but the feeling of touching it was far more complex than just seeing it; its structure was incredibly intricate, often making her cry out—I couldn't tell if it was pain or the legendary "pleasure." I playfully extended a finger into her folds, carefully examining the places I'd seen yesterday—the two small labia, the clitoris; I accidentally touched a depression, and curiously slipped my finger inside, making her cry out.
Because she didn't object at all, I became bolder and bolder, feeling my penis swell and about to burst, just like before. At this moment, I had completely abandoned morality, only wanting to do what I'd always wanted to do but never dared to. So I thought about it for a moment, recalling some things I'd read in books, and tried to find a place to slip between her legs. But it was slippery there, and I kept sliding away, unable to find a place to go in. Eventually, my junior had to use her hand to help me get in.
It was actually quite interesting; as soon as I was inside, I felt the urge to thrust. Her breathing became louder and louder, but I wasn't much better off. Every movement made me feel like I was going to ejaculate. She was writhing and twisting below, and soon I couldn't hold back anymore. I released all the energy I'd accumulated over the years, filling every inch of that space, letting my lust fill every crevice in her body.
I held her, my heart filled with mixed emotions: "I'm sorry, I still violated you."
Suddenly, something occurred to me: "Do you still want to commit suicide?"
She blushed and shook her head, infinitely shy.
So we began our happy life living together. She always kept my little apartment beautiful and tidy; but a lingering doubt remained in my mind: she hadn't bled, and she didn't seem like a virgin. Yet she was always so kind and gentle to me. I thought that if she hadn't brought it up, I would have kept my doubts to myself. Having an understanding girlfriend was enough; whether she was a virgin or not didn't mean that much to me. Sometimes I wondered if she wasn't a virgin, which was why she was so good to me! Sometimes I felt a little regretful that she wasn't entirely mine, but I thought her heart belonged to me.

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