The virgin was given to the female teacher

Back in my student days (about 11 or 12 years ago), during a summer vacation, I was bored at home when my cousin, who was home from studying abroad, dragged me to a cooking class. Honestly, at 18, I had absolutely no interest in cooking. However, under the pressure of my cousin's immense wealth—which I considered comparable to a modern-day Wang Sicong—I obediently went along. Even now

, I vividly remember the security guard's enthusiastic attitude when my cousin, only a few years older than me, drove his nearly 3 million RMB luxury car to the training center. At the class, I found that besides the two of us young men, everyone else was a group of young women. For someone with no cooking experience like me, the classes were incredibly boring. Looking back, it was probably thanks to my cousin's financial power that, no matter how perfunctory or terrible my cooking was, we still received insincere affirmation and genuine encouragement during the daily sharing and tasting sessions. The female instructor, in particular, gave us special treatment. So much so that after returning home, my brother and I couldn't stop thinking about her voluptuous figure.

I'll always remember that night. We were lying on the big bed in my brother's new mansion, and he was telling me all sorts of exciting and novel stories about his years studying abroad, including about foreign girls and a former model for Xinwei magazine (now a female celebrity with the surname Y). Suddenly, he changed the subject and asked if I was still a virgin. He even challenged me to grope the busty female teacher in class the next day. I didn't hesitate for a second. What difference was there between this and bullying female classmates at school? The next day, I actually did it. I've forgotten where I got the courage and audacity. Anyway, the teacher neither accepted nor rejected me. Besides taking my hand away and slapping it, she patiently taught me how to make Three Cup Chicken. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up with the most expensive hobby class of my life.

After that, during the day we'd grope her breasts, and at night we'd chat on QQ (back then, you had to add everyone on QQ). My brother and I took turns bombarding her with 365 sex-related questions. The female teacher went from refusing to answer to picking questions to answer, and we'd chat until late every night. Sometimes I'd finish a game on my PS3 while my brother was still chatting enthusiastically with her on QQ. Everything was full of curiosity for me, but I didn't know where to start, so I left the responsibility to my cousin.

The relationship made real progress after the female teacher told me her birthday was coming up, and I launched a persistent offensive on my brother. He gave me a Nokia 8800 phone as a birthday gift (I still remember it was a stainless steel sliding phone). My brother took advantage of the loopholes in the evils of capitalism, getting free phones with SIM cards, so he brought home several of the latest Nokia models. The moment the Nokia was given, it was like a boot screen – the relationship was off! Although I was relatively naive back then, I understood that in a relationship between a man and a woman, holding hands meant the next step was kissing.

(The following is a brief description of the relationship with the female teacher, approximately 50,000 words long.)

I remember one rainy night, my brother took us to his lakeside villa, where we spent a pleasant and fulfilling evening. Although I didn't feel particularly happy the next day. After all, I was only 18 then, and school romances were limited to holding hands, kissing, and a little physical touching. The following days were spent in the garage, in the last row of the movie theater on the top floor of the X building, and in various secluded corners. I would share the experience with my cousin, who would offer various suggestions for improvement.

Just as I was filled with anticipation for the future, a text message from the female teacher kept my brother and me up all night; even chips and cola tasted bland. "I'm pregnant, yours. What will my husband think if he finds out?" she said. My brother and I were debating whether to tell our parents. We could only call my brother's various good friends for help. Here, I must mention that H from Taiwan, a well-traveled academic from Imperial College, advised us to stay calm and meet with the female teacher to ask what she had to say.

That was the day I drank my first vanilla Starbucks. At Starbucks, I also gathered a bunch of my brother's good buddies from high school (at the time, the worst thing I thought was a fight with a female teacher's husband). In the time it took to drink a cup of coffee, the female teacher had already told us how to handle it. The most expensive extracurricular activity I ever spent was as follows: tuition 1200, abortion fee 10000, nutrition fee 20000, breakup fee 10000. Adding to that miscellaneous expenses like my phone, the total was around 50,000. The above is guaranteed to be true. I know some trolls will say that without pictures, it's too late. The Beijing Olympics were around 18, and I hadn't even figured out my N95 phone yet, so I didn't even think about taking pictures. At most, I recorded audio to share with my cousin. Some people are curious why my brother isn't active. Well, everyone, my brother's family has been the richest in our small town since then. When he comes back from abroad for holidays, he always meets up with his former high school sweethearts and juniors, casually giving them LV bags. He has no time or inclination for anything else. I'll add more later. I wrote this post on my phone yesterday, but it was garbled when I posted it. Yesterday, while writing this, I called my brother to ask how he came up with the idea to persuade me back then. He said he just said it casually. I never expected my execution to impress him, or that the female teacher's allure to leave him speechless.

Now, when my brother and I occasionally pass by that cooking class from back then, we must be filled with mixed emotions. Damn, 50,000 yuan could have bought so many things back then. This is purely a supplement to recording my youthful foolishness; first, I want to emphasize again that this is 100% true. If it weren't for privacy concerns, I could have gone into great detail (after all, I could never forget this; I gave my first twenty or thirty times to female teachers). Back then, I had never even had a proper relationship; I went straight from conversation to sex with a female teacher who was about ten years older than me—I never imagined it myself. At that time, I was just a student and didn't have any money, but my brother did. I felt I had him backing me up, so I was completely unrestrained. Can you imagine two young men with money and time, and crucially, a luxury car for us to use? That's what you call extreme freedom—going wherever we wanted, doing whatever we wanted. Many of my firsts happened that summer: my first time going to a bar, my first time using luxury goods, and my first time sleeping with the female top student from my brother's high school days. In short, that summer was like a rocket launch (looking back, it was like suddenly going from a comfortable middle-class life to the life of a rich kid, I got carried away). Secondly, 50,000 yuan didn't mean much to me at the time. For someone who never had more than 500 yuan, 50,000 and 80,000 yuan were essentially the same – I didn't have any in my pocket. The 40,000 yuan for the abortion, nutrition, and breakup was settled by my cousin with the remaining foreign currency in his wallet after returning from abroad. If I remember correctly, it was less than 3,000 yuan in foreign currency. Since I wasn't paying for it myself, it felt very easy. I'm still very grateful to my brother for this, to the point that I've often taken the blame for him and covered for him over the years. Let me emphasize again, this is absolutely true.

Some friends said that 50,000 yuan could have been used for many things back then. Actually, after my relationship with the female teacher ended, before my brother went back to school, we really did travel all over Suzhou, Wuxi, Changzhou, Shanghai, and Nanjing. Back then, we took six showers a day. In the future, when I have the opportunity to learn how to post pictures, I'll share my other stories with you all. After all, pictures make things much easier. Finally, I wonder how many of you were in that CL sharing group QQ group two years ago (the one that got investigated and made the news; I only remember the administrator's name was "Deep Sea Flower" and there was another female administrator). I used to think that most of the people sharing their experiences in the group weren't as exciting as mine (of course, there were still many people I admired in it), and they only posted one or two pictures at a time. So I directly screenshotted my Baidu Cloud personal learning materials to show everyone my archive of over a thousand pictures (about thirty or forty selfies from male friends). After that, that group changed every few days and even created some kind of potato chat app. Later, I saw that group again in a legal news report. Like I said, damn it, I could have done so much better with 50,000 yuan back then. (A now-famous female celebrity with the surname Y could have had about that much for a two- or three-day relationship back then, if she had been frugal.)

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