Do you care about her past?

Hui joined the student council not long ago and began running for a management group. Although it was just a group, it meant she would have the opportunity to run for student council president in the future, which was very tempting for these freshmen. Hui was tempted too, but there were many candidates, so she decided to ask Cheng, whom she had spoken with a few times, for help in preparing for the election.

Cheng gave Hui a lot of help, but at the same time, during their meetings to discuss issues, he would often inadvertently touch Hui's hand or arm, and sometimes pretend to put his hand on her shoulder and give her pointers. Because she felt indebted to him, Hui was embarrassed to refuse seriously, so she let it go. Until one time, Cheng kissed Hui's lips, and after her initial refusal failed, she was conquered by Cheng.

Once you've done it once, it's hard to refuse again, and after several intimate encounters, Cheng told Hui that the most important thing was to get to know the student council president, Feng. Naturally, Cheng introduced Hui to Feng, and naturally, Feng wouldn't let Hui, this little lamb, go.

I asked Hui curiously, "Is it really hard to resist when a man assaults you?" Hui replied that she didn't know. I was worried Hui would think I was blaming her, so I didn't press the matter. Was Hui perhaps more sensitive? Could even the slightest touch make her lust overcome her reason? I

spent most of the morning listening to Hui tell stories, and after lunch, I had to say goodbye. The moment I parted from Hui, I suddenly remembered my senior saying we'd meet again tonight. A surge of warmth welled up inside me, and glancing at Hui waving at me, another warm current rose in my stomach, as if Hui was already being violated.

After several hours of traveling by car and train, I returned to my dorm. After dinner, I called Hui to let her know I was safe, but her roommate said she wasn't there. A thrilling premonition filled me.

Worried about Hui's whereabouts and whereabouts, or perhaps anticipating something, I didn't go out to study with my classmates, staying in my dorm alone. Distracted, I read until around 9 PM when the phone rang. I knew it must be Hui, and I jumped out of bed to answer it.

The voice on the other end of the phone was Hui's, deliberately lowered and calm, with slightly heavy breathing. My little brother understood even faster than my big head, already pressing against my jeans.

"You're at school... I'm... in the student council... office..." "Yeah, I know. You don't need to talk, just answer my questions." I was afraid that Hui's conversation with me would reveal that I knew about the situation.

"Mmm..." Hui's moan was filled with comfortable relaxation.

I felt the blood rush to my head, a little dizzy: "Is your senior fucking you?" "Yeah." "

Both of you?"

"No."

"Why not together?"

"Ugh."

I didn't know who she was talking about, but I felt Hui's breathing become rapid. Suddenly, there was a loud "slap slap" sound on the phone. I guessed it was my senior slapping Hui's ass while fucking her. Hui was too busy to talk to me anymore. I listened quietly, each "slap" making my penis even harder.

About a minute later, the sound stopped, and I could only hear Hui's faint breathing. A moment later, the sucking sound resumed. Had my senior brother just pulled out and was now asking Hui to give him oral sex again? Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard Hui scream "Ah!" I guessed another senior brother had thrust into Hui's vagina.

"Hui, you're so slutty! Your boyfriend just left, and you're already here! And dressed so alluringly, not even wearing panties." They seemed to know we were on the phone. I didn't know whether to speak or remain silent.

"Cheng told me to dress like this."

"You're so obedient, like a bitch!" It seemed Feng was teasing Hui.

The "slap slap" sounds intensified; the "bitch" nickname probably made them even more excited. On the other end of the phone, I imagined my Hui going to see my senior brothers without panties, only to be gang-raped.

Amidst Hui's hysterical screams, I was getting incredibly excited when the call was suddenly disconnected. I didn't know why. I thought about it and decided that to avoid Feng and Cheng knowing how interested I was in this, I shouldn't call back.

Because my mind was filled with images of Hui being taken advantage of by her two senior classmates, I couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. I could only lie in bed and start thinking about my relationship with Hui and its future.

It seems Hui has a natural tendency towards promiscuity. I usually enjoy cuckoldry, but her wantonness is a bit overwhelming for me. This is progressing a bit too fast, but it's also giving me immense stimulation and excitement. These two senior classmates are acquaintances, and there will inevitably be some awkwardness in the future. I don't want my friends to know about my cuckolding hobby, but for now, it's okay. The two senior classmates are probably just friends from school, and I hope they won't stay in touch forever. When I have the chance to talk to Hui, I must make sure the two senior classmates keep it a secret.

Unfortunately, as a student at that time, my living expenses were provided by my family, and I had to keep my relationship a secret from them for the time being, so I didn't have another chance to visit Hui for the entire semester. Moreover, it seemed that as long as I frequently heard Hui being played with by Feng and Cheng on the phone, and then masturbated almost every night, I could calm my desires and didn't really want to be intimate with Hui. Hui, perhaps out of embarrassment, and because the two senior brothers could indeed satisfy her, didn't ask me to go to her.

During this time, Hui sent me a photo. Please don't get the wrong idea; it wasn't a nude photo, but a casual snapshot, or rather, a posed snapshot. Hui was dressed neatly, standing with a bright smile, but what was special was that she was holding a piece of paper with words vaguely written on it that made me have endless fantasies: "I am a slut."

I didn't even reply to or ask about this photo; everything was self-evident.

When summer vacation came, I was finally able to see Hui more often. Besides meeting and comforting each other, our pre- and post-coital activities consisted of Hui and the senior brothers' lewd life. Hui told me about it in detail according to my preferences, and each time it almost made me ejaculate to death.

However, whenever I rode my bicycle with Hui on the street, whenever I brought Hui home to meet my mother as a classmate (adults could guess some of the clues), my heart ached. Who would have thought that this innocent college girl sitting on the back of the bicycle was a bitch? Who would have thought that this cute, almost-girlfriend who called me "Auntie" was so lewd and despicable?

That year, Wei also got into university. As former classmates, we naturally went out for drinks to celebrate and send him off before the start of the semester. In our area, drinking games like finger-guessing games were popular. These games controlled the pace of drinking, and the shouts of the drinkers released some "alcohol breath," making them able to drink more.

We young people were young, strong, and full of vigor, so we drank until very late, and everyone was almost at their limit. Because Wei lived far away, there were no taxis available, so we decided to arrange for him to sleep at my house. My bed was a larger one, and Hui had slept there before.

When we got home, the two stinky men didn't even wash up and went straight to bed. Fueled by alcohol, they started having a late-night chat, and naturally, the topic ended up being women.

I'm a low-key person, and considering that Wei had pursued Hui before, I've never revealed that Hui and I are now in a "boyfriend"/girlfriend relationship. However, I wasn't sure if Wei knew; nothing stays secret forever.

Suddenly, Wei brought up Hui: "Hui is the most unforgettable person from high school, she was such a slut." Wei's words left me speechless. I didn't know if he was talking nonsense while drunk or if he knew about my relationship with Hui and was using this as an excuse to disgust me. I could only feign surprise and say "Ah."

"She only pursued me for a few days in high school before I slept with her. At first, she pretended to be innocent, but who would have thought that after one time, she could sleep with anyone she wanted?" I didn't know what to say. Although I already knew about Hui's promiscuity, this was the first time I'd heard about her high school experiences. I had been hoping that Hui would tell me about it on her own initiative.

Wei didn't seem to be stopping: "We've done it on the playground, in the dorm, in the classroom. Later, when we were doing it in the dorm, I deliberately arranged for two of my good buddies from Class 4 to come in and catch us. I pinned her down and they played with her a bit more, and after that, we often had sex with her together. Unfortunately, I was thinking about her like crazy during the day and doing it like crazy at night, which caused me to not do well on my exams. We haven't been in touch much this year, just occasionally when I'm lonely I'll go and play with her. She's much more slutty than she was in high school..." I couldn't hear what Wei was saying after that. My drunken, muddled mind drifted off to sleep. It took me a long time to wake up after Wei left the next day. What Wei said last night felt like a dream.

I didn't see Hui again until the start of the new semester. I don't know if she was deliberately avoiding me.

The day before the new semester started, I received my report card from the previous semester. It was a failing grade. I didn't sleep a wink all night.

The next day, I called Hui: "Let's break up!"

[The End]

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