My junior and my little secret

Perhaps it was my habitually careless and boastful way of talking to my boss that gave him the illusion that I was very capable.

"Zixuan, you'll be my teaching assistant next semester," my boss said sternly.

The senior students and classmates around us were secretly laughing, because this job was incredibly thankless and exhausting.

"Haha, teacher, is that alright? I'm only a first-year master's student, it's not good to take the senior's job, is it?" I tried to back out with a laugh, "I have a new accounting project for your senior to work on, so he'll be less free next time."

"Damn it." The laughter just now turned into a groan of despair. What's done is done, I could only hope that things would work out in the end!

This was a course my boss was teaching in the second semester of the first year of undergraduate studies.

There were many chores to be done as a teaching assistant. My boss was a very busy person, always having many social engagements or business trips, so solving problems, grading exams, and calculating scores all became my responsibility.

Every class, my boss would give the juniors some practice problems to do, and I was usually the one to go up and solve the problems in the first class.

Although there's a significant age gap, there's no generation gap between me and my juniors. After finishing our problems or after class, I'd still chat with them.

"Your lives are in my hands, so why don't you try to please me?"

With that one sentence, I practically became a god in their new world!

After getting to know them better, I started paying attention to the dynamics within their class.

Every class, there was a very pretty junior sitting in the front row; I learned from the other juniors that her name was Xiaomi.

Often, when I turned around halfway through a problem, our eyes would meet, and she'd immediately look down at her notes.

"Such a hot junior, she must have already been snatched up by some junior, damn, what a pity," I muttered to myself.

After getting into this research institute, I broke up with my ex-girlfriend, and my proud penis hasn't had any broth for six months.

Back in university, I often went on social events, but after switching schools and joining a lab, I'm surrounded by nerdy guys. There's hardly any chance to meet new girls. I really miss my old buddies who went through thick and thin with me.

Time flies, and the midterms are over, graded, and the papers

are being handed back – a mix of joy and sorrow. As soon as class ended, the group of kids scattered.

I was always the last to leave. I

expertly packed up my laptop, turned off the projector, the air conditioning, and the lights…

It was almost dark, and most of the students in the building should have left.

I hurriedly walked out of the classroom, thinking I'd quickly put my things back and find somewhere to eat, but unexpectedly, a familiar figure was standing at the door.

"Senior, can I bother you for a moment?" It was Xiaomi. It was the first time I'd heard her voice; her tone was very calm.

"What's wrong, junior?" I felt a little uneasy.

At her suggestion, we went back into the classroom and sat down to talk.

It turned out she wanted to transfer departments, but the department she wanted to get into had quite high requirements.

"So, how can I help you?"

she asked, offering to secretly help her improve her grades, as she hadn't done very well on the exams.

"This... might be a little difficult..." I politely declined the junior's offer, but her face remained expressionless. I quickly changed the subject, "There are final exams, you'll definitely do well if you try your best!"

And just like that, the conversation ended. We closed the classroom door and headed towards the department building.

The dimly lit corridor was quiet and eerily quiet.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, "Senior, you don't have a girlfriend, right?"

I was startled, "What... what did you say?"

"I want to have sex with you."

I was stunned, "Junior, don't be silly."

"I really want to have sex with you."

"Then, where?" I asked, still suspicious.

The junior pointed to the disabled toilet at the end of the corridor. "That'll do."

Without a word, we quickly entered the toilet and locked the door.

The disabled toilet was spacious and spotless, seemingly rarely used.

I held her slightly warm body, my lower body already aroused.

"Why do you want to do this?"

"You'll help me improve my grades, right?" "

That depends on your performance."

Lips pressed together impatiently. Hands had already unceremoniously slipped into the crotch of her low-rise jeans, groping around.

There were two handrails next to the toilet, very convenient.

We closed the toilet seat and straddled it, facing each other, our pants already tossed to the floor by the door.

I buried my face in her soft breasts, rubbing and rubbing.

Then, I suddenly pulled her shirt up, revealing her white breasts.

What? Small breasts? These are huge!!

Using my old skills, I reached behind and flicked, unhooking her bra.

Like two full, round mounds, adorned with two cherry blossom petals, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Your breasts are so pretty." My mouth honestly sucked on one of the pink ones.

"Are they an E cup?" "Just a D cup." As she spoke, her hands weren't idle either, unbuttoning my shirt, reaching into my underwear and grabbing my throbbing little brother, rubbing it up and down.

The initial burning sensation now felt cool and comfortable, quite pleasant.

After a few caresses, my junior was already wet. "Can I go in now?" "Mmm... a little gentler..."

I looked at her flushed face, flushed with excitement, and kissed her again.

"Ah!" Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, I thrust in.

Perhaps because I was too nervous, or perhaps because my junior had been rubbing me for too long during foreplay, or perhaps because I hadn't experienced this kind of stimulation in a long time, as soon as I entered, I felt a wave of wet heat. After a slight adjustment, my junior cried out again, using her hands to lift her buttocks upwards. My penis was gripped and sucked, and I couldn't help but ejaculate inside.

"You came?" "Mmm... sorry..."

I held my junior's buttocks, "It doesn't count..."

"I was too nervous this time. Can we do it again?"

I used my skills to try and get another go. My junior looked at me irritably, "Anyway, as long as you give me a high score, that's fine." Deal.

I quickly dressed, and we sneaked out of the restroom. To apologize, I treated my junior to dinner.

After dinner, just to be safe, I took her to the pharmacy to buy birth control pills.

I dropped her off at her dorm, and we agreed to move to my rented apartment next time.

After starting graduate school, besides my tutoring job, my boss's salary, and my family's allowance, all of this was enough for me to rent a decent air-conditioned apartment.

My junior was shocked when she first came to my place.

"Wow, it's huge!"

"It's okay, only three pings (approximately 1.3 square meters)." "

I was talking about the bed." She pointed to my double bed.

"Haha," I hugged her from behind. "Want to take a shower first?"

"Yeah, sure." "Want to shower together?"

"You go ahead and shower, I just showered."

I stripped down to my boxer shorts and lay on the bed waiting. After a while, my junior finished showering and came out wrapped in the towel I had borrowed from her.

The towel gently fell to the floor, revealing a flawless, white body.

I had been too nervous in the department bathroom to properly observe this beauty without an ounce of excess fat.

I greedily pushed my junior down onto the bed, licking her skin. I could vaguely see the veins below, and smelled the familiar scent of shower gel. I wanted to suck every drop of water from her skin.

"It itches...no..." My junior unconsciously began to beg for mercy, and my attack slowly moved from her neck, chest, and waist to her mysterious triangle.

My junior's legs were tightly closed, and from the side, I could see that her pubic hair had been specially trimmed and neatly covered.

With a little force, I spread her legs apart, revealing two adorable, pink labia.

"I'm so shy..." At first, she pushed my head away, trying to refuse my continued licking of her sensitive areas, but later she couldn't make a sound, trembling as she enjoyed it.

"Almost there." "Mmm..." I kissed my junior and gently inserted myself.

Her wet and slippery flesh tightly enveloped my lower body, confirming once again that this feeling was something I couldn't feel with my ex-girlfriend!

With each thrust, waves of suction came, constantly stimulating the tip of my penis.

My junior gripped the pillow, and unlike her reserved demeanor in the school bathroom, she cried out loud.

"Ah...ah...so good...ah..." Her

beautiful bowl-shaped breasts vibrated like pudding with each thrust, and I grabbed one in each hand, sucking on the pink nipples, about the size of a one-yuan coin.

Even though I had already ejaculated in the shower, it was still hard to resist the supreme pleasure brought by this sight and body.

I don't know how much time passed before I ejaculated, and I lay satisfied on her chest, smelling the sweat on both of us.

As a result, what was supposed to be just one time turned into at least three times that night.

I told her, "Come on, I'll take care of you for the final exams."

We were in bed, cuddling and chatting.

She told me that her ex-boyfriend went to the top high school in the area and often tutored her, and of course, he also often taught her how to do "happy things."

But back then, she was young and didn't have much money, so they always did it secretly in places like the classroom or the bathroom.

"You look like him when you solve problems in class."

"And you're a bit more handsome than him." I secretly felt a little smug.

From that day on, the junior would occasionally find an excuse to come see me.

Sometimes she said the dorm was too hot and she wanted to come and enjoy the air conditioning, sometimes she wanted me to help her with her homework, but we had an unspoken understanding that we would always end up doing "happy things" together.

I loved coming from behind, one hand on her swaying waist or her fair, perky buttocks, the other hand reaching forward to grab her full breasts, and the two little dimples on her waist, so sexy.

A full-length mirror sat beside the bed, allowing me to see her face, a mixture of enjoyment and shyness.

In this position, penetration was tight and deep; often, after ejaculation, we'd both collapse onto the bed, my penis still inside, reluctant to pull out.

"Why are you so tight… panting…" "Panting… maybe… from dancing…"

This scene continued until the end of the semester.

Grades came out, and the junior had high scores. She also successfully transferred to another department.

Later, I heard she was dating a senior from her ballroom dancing club.

He was very handsome, and girls always pursued him; he finally confessed to her during graduation season and succeeded.

We bumped into each other a few times afterward, exchanging slight nods and smiles.

As a graduate student, one always needs a bit of verbal sparring skill.

Perhaps it was my habitually boastful talk with my boss that gave him the illusion that I was very capable.

"Zixuan, you'll be my teaching assistant next semester," the professor said sternly.

The senior students and classmates around us chuckled, because this job was incredibly thankless and exhausting.

"Haha, professor, is that alright? I'm only a first-year master's student, it wouldn't be good to take a senior's job like this, would it?" I tried to brush it off, "I have a new accounting project for your senior to work on, so he'll be less available next time."

"Damn it." The laughter instantly turned into groans. What's done is done, I could only hope things would work out in the end!

This was a course the professor was teaching in the second semester of the first year of undergraduate studies.

Being a teaching assistant was a lot of work. The professor was a very busy person, always with social engagements or business trips, so solving problems, grading exams, and calculating scores all fell to me.

The professor would give practice problems to the younger students before each class, and I was usually the one to solve them in the first class.

Although there was an age gap, there wasn't much of a generation gap between me and the younger students. After solving problems or after class, I would still chat with them for a bit.

"Your life and death are in my hands, so why don't you try to please me?"

With that one sentence, I'm practically a god in their new world!

After getting to know them better, I started paying attention to the dynamics within their class.

Every class, there was always a very pretty junior sitting in the front row; I learned from the other students that her name was Xiaomi.

Often, when I turned around halfway through solving a problem, our eyes would meet, and she would immediately look down at her notes.

"Such a hot junior, she must have already been snatched up by some guys. Damn, what a pity," I muttered to myself.

After getting into this research institute, I broke up with my ex-girlfriend, and my proud penis hadn't had any "meat soup" for six months.

Back in university, we often went on social events, but after switching schools and joining a lab, I found myself surrounded by nerdy guys. There wasn't much of a chance to meet new girls; I really missed my old buddies who had shared so much hardship.

Time flew by, and the midterms were over, graded, and the papers were handed back—a mix of joy and sorrow.

As soon as class ended, these kids scattered.

I'm always the last one to leave.

I expertly pack up my laptop, turn off the projector, turn off the air conditioning, turn off the lights…

It's almost dark, and most people in the department building should have left.

I hurriedly walk out of the classroom, thinking I'd quickly put my things back and find somewhere to eat, but unexpectedly, that familiar figure is standing at the door.

"Senior, can I bother you for a moment?" It's Xiaomi. It's the first time I've heard her voice; her tone is very calm.

"What's wrong, junior?" I feel a little uneasy.

At her suggestion, we go back into the classroom and find two chairs to sit down and talk.

It turns out she wants to transfer departments, but the department she wants to get into has quite high requirements.

"So, how can I help you?"

she asks, offering to secretly raise her score, as her exam results weren't ideal.

"This… might be a bit difficult…" I politely decline, but my face remains expressionless. I quickly changed the subject, "There are still final exams, you can definitely do it if you try your best!"

And so, the conversation ended. We closed the classroom door and headed towards the department building.

The dimly lit corridor was quiet and eerily quiet.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand. "Senior, you don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

I was startled. "What...what did you say?"

"I want to have sex with you."

I was stunned. "Junior, don't be silly."

"I really want to have sex with you."

"Then, where?" I asked, still suspicious.

She pointed to the accessible toilet at the end of the corridor. "That'll do."

Without a word, we quickly entered the toilet and locked the door.

The accessible toilet was spacious and spotless; it seemed rarely used.

I held her slightly warm body, my lower body already aroused.

"Why do you want to do this?"

"You'll help me improve my grades, right?"

"That depends on your performance."

Our lips pressed together eagerly. Her hand had already groped inside her low-rise jeans.

There were two handrails next to the toilet, which was very convenient.

We closed the toilet seat and sat facing each other, straddling it, our pants already tossed to the floor by the door.

I buried my face in her soft breasts, rubbing against them.

Then, I suddenly pulled my shirt up, revealing her white breasts.

What?! These are huge!!

Using my old skills, I reached behind and flicked them open, unhooking her bra.

Like two full, round mounds, adorned with cherry blossom petals, a breathtaking sight.

"Your breasts are so beautiful." My mouth honestly sucked on one of the pink spots.

"Are they an E cup?" "Just a D cup." As she spoke, her hands weren't idle either, unbuttoning my shirt and reaching into my underwear to grab my throbbing little brother, rubbing it up and down.

The original burning sensation now felt cool and comfortable, very pleasant.

After a few caresses, my junior was already wet. "Can I go in now?" "Mmm... a little gentler..."

I looked at her flushed face, which was red with excitement, and kissed her again.

"Ah!" I took advantage of her momentary distraction and thrust in.

Maybe it was because she was too nervous, or maybe it was because she had been rubbing me for too long during foreplay, or maybe it had been too long since she had experienced this kind of stimulation, but as soon as I thrust in, I felt a wave of wet heat. After a slight adjustment, she cried out again, and with a push of her hands, she lifted her buttocks upwards. My penis was squeezed and sucked, and I couldn't help but ejaculate inside.

"You came?" "Mmm... sorry..."

I held my junior's buttocks, "It doesn't count..."

"I was too nervous this time. Can we do it again?"

I used my skills to try to get in one more time. My junior looked at me irritably, "As long as you give me a high score, that's fine." Deal. I

quickly put on my clothes, and we sneaked out of the bathroom. To express my apology, I treated my junior to dinner.

After dinner, just to be on the safe side, I took her to the pharmacy to buy birth control pills.

I dropped her off at her dorm, and we agreed to switch to my rented apartment next time.

After starting graduate school, besides my tutoring job, my boss's salary, and my family's allowance, all of this was enough for me to rent a decent air-conditioned apartment.

My junior was shocked when she first came to my place.

"Wow, it's huge!"

"It's alright, only three pings."

"I was talking about the bed." She pointed to my double bed.

"Haha." I hugged her from behind. "Want to take a shower first?"

"Yeah, sure." "Want to shower together?"

"You shower, I just showered."

I took off all but my underwear and lay on the bed waiting. After a while, my junior finished showering and came out wrapped in the towel I had borrowed from her.

The towel gently fell to the ground, revealing a flawless white body.

I was too nervous in the department bathroom to properly observe her flawless beauty, without an ounce of excess fat.

I greedily pushed my junior down onto the bed, licking her skin. I could vaguely see the veins below, and smelled the familiar scent of her shower gel. I wanted to suck every glistening drop of moisture from her skin.

"It itches...no..." My junior unconsciously began to beg for mercy, and my attack slowly moved from her neck, chest, and waist to her mysterious triangle.

Her legs were tightly closed, and from the side, I could see that her pubic hair had been specially trimmed and neatly covered.

With a little force, I spread her legs, revealing two adorable, pink labia.

"I'm so shy..." At first, she pushed my head away, trying to refuse my continued licking of her sensitive area, but later she couldn't make a sound, trembling as she enjoyed it.

"That's about enough." "Mmm..." I kissed my junior and gently inserted myself.

Her wet, slippery flesh tightly enveloped my genitals, confirming once again that this feeling was something I could never experience with my ex-girlfriend!

With each thrust, a wave of suction washed over me, constantly stimulating the tip of my penis.

My junior, clutching the pillow, cried out loud, a stark contrast to her reserved demeanor in the school bathroom.

"Ah...ah...so good...ah..."

Her beautiful, bowl-shaped breasts trembled like pudding with each thrust. I grabbed one breast in each hand, sucking on the pink nipple, about the size of a one-yuan coin.

Even though I had already ejaculated in the shower, it was still hard to resist the unparalleled pleasure from both sight and touch.

I don't know how long it lasted, but I ejaculated, lying contentedly on her chest, inhaling the scent of our sweat.

As a result, what was supposed to be just one time turned into at least three times that night.

I told her, "Come on, I'll protect you for the final exams."

We lay in bed, embracing, talking.

She told me her ex-boyfriend attended the top high school in the area and often tutored her, and of course, he also taught her how to do "happy things."

But back then, she was young and didn't have much money, so they always did it secretly in places like the classroom or the bathroom.

"You look like him when you solve problems in class."

"And you're a bit more handsome than him." I secretly gloated.

From that day on, the younger girl would occasionally find an excuse to come see me.

Sometimes she said the dorm was too hot and she wanted to come and enjoy the air conditioning, sometimes she wanted me to help her with her homework, but we had an unspoken understanding that we would always end up doing "happy things" together.

I loved coming from behind, one hand supporting her swaying waist or her fair, pert buttocks, the other reaching forward to grab her full breasts. There were two small dimples on her waist, so sexy.

There was a full-length mirror next to the bed, allowing me to see her face, her expression a mixture of enjoyment and shyness.

In this position, penetration was tight and deep; often after ejaculating, we would both collapse onto the bed, my penis still inside, reluctant to pull out.

"Why are you so tight... panting..." "Panting...maybe...it's from dancing..."

This scene continued until the end of the semester.

The grades came out, and the junior got a very high score. She also successfully applied to transfer to another department.

Later, I heard that the junior was dating a senior from her ballroom dancing club.

The senior was very handsome, and there was no shortage of girls pursuing him. Finally, at the end of the semester, he confessed to the junior and succeeded.

After that, we bumped into each other a few times on the street, just nodding slightly and smiling.

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