Internet celebrity teacher Xiaoduo

I'm a high-level executive at an internet company, and our most famous product is TikTok, the app that kills your time. I'm the Marketing Development Director. I feel like this position is practically pimping. Those internet celebrities are like geishas waiting to be chosen, and their agents and the media companies behind them are like brothel owners. The advertisers naturally become their clients. Having worked in this industry for many years, I can only say that it's developing rapidly but also incredibly chaotic. I've seen escorts reform and start live-streaming sales, and I've also seen seemingly innocent college students doing live-streaming during the day and prostitution at night. Many of the media companies behind these internet celebrities will stop at nothing to push them into clients' beds. In short, in the face of profit and lust, any morality and reason will be ruthlessly destroyed. I can decide which clients to recommend to which internet celebrity, and I can decide what kind of products can be advertised on the platform. Therefore, countless female internet celebrities throw themselves at me. But these people only disgust me. They can spread their legs on you the very night you meet them; doing so makes me feel like an animal on the savanna. However, there are a few internet celebrities with whom I can still maintain a comfortable, not-too-close, relationship, like friends or lovers. This is the most comfortable way for me to get along.

When I met Xiaoduo, she was a teacher at a vocational college in Hebei. She was 170cm tall, with a round face, big eyes, and fair skin. She became famous for a dance video where she led students to dance on the school playground, and soon after, a talent agency approached her and offered to sign her. I met her when the boss of her agency brought her to visit me, hoping I could provide some suitable advertisers. As usual, I added her Douyin account and watched some of her previous videos. They were mostly about dancing and showing her legs. And because the content was repetitive, the number of views was much lower than before. The boss even gave her the terrible idea of getting some male students she didn't know on the playground to dance with her. Because the agency was small and we had never worked together before, I didn't agree to their request.

Unexpectedly, that night, I received a private message from Xiaoduo. She said that the boss of the agency was a liar. He kept forcing her to show skin and film suggestive videos to attract attention. He had also touched her inappropriately, and almost succeeded once. Because the filming content was somewhat explicit, she had no friends at school. She was even verbally abused both online and at school. She didn't dare break her contract because the agency had set a trap with an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract. The boss said she couldn't break the contract unless she agreed to be his mistress. I asked her when she was going back to school, and she said the boss wanted her to go back next week. These past few days in Beijing, she's been meeting clients and soliciting advertising, enduring unwanted advances from greasy middle-aged men during the day, and being forced to drink at dinner parties at night. She told me she'd thought about suicide several times, afraid that if things continued like this, she would really become one of those tainted, bad girls.

Perhaps her words moved me, or perhaps her baby face made me believe her. I decided to help her. I gave her my phone number so she could call me if anything happened. Meanwhile, I contacted a friend to investigate the agency. The next morning, my friend told me about the company: there was only one employee, the boss himself, with a registered capital of one yuan—practically a shell company. Furthermore, there were dozens of contract disputes, all in the Shandong and Hebei areas. It turns out this boss originally started by selling mobile phones at schools. Later, with the rise of social media, he made money online by filming videos of attractive female students. He eventually established a company, using his position as boss and agent to swindle money and sexually exploit them. The female students who signed contracts with him either did explicit and vulgar live streams to attract attention, became his mistresses, or paid exorbitant breach-of-contract penalties. I don't know how many female students he's harmed in the past two years. I immediately contacted the head of the company's legal department, intending to stop all of their content from being published on our platform due to its vulgarity. However, I reconsidered, thinking that doing so might drive him to even less regulated, low-quality platforms, ultimately harming the girls he signed contracts with. I then called a lawyer friend, who said this situation was difficult to handle. The contract is legally binding, and there's no proof of coercion or deception at the time of signing. Even if there's evidence of physical assault, the most he could do is detain him. Unless it was actually rape, he could be convicted. I said, "How can that be possible? Does it have to be an innocent girl who gets harmed before the bad guy is brought to justice?" The lawyer told me helplessly that the law only considers evidence, not morality.

That evening, just as I was racking my brains trying to figure out how to rescue Xiaoduo, I received a call from her. "Brother, I think they've drugged me. I just took two sips of my drink and I feel dizzy and lightheaded. I'm in the restroom at the XX Hotel right now. Please come help me! You're the only person I know in Beijing who can help me." I told her to hold the phone and keep it on, and not to open the door for anyone except me. Then I rushed downstairs to the hotel. Although Beijing traffic is notoriously congested, I have a Honda CB650 motorcycle with a Beijing license plate. What would take an hour by car, I sped over in just over twenty minutes. Before I even stopped, I saw two men carrying a girl into a GL8 minivan. One of them was Xiaoduo's boss. I quickly followed the car, but instead of heading to the hotel, it drove towards the suburbs. I turned off the motorcycle lights and followed them into a grove of trees. After I saw the car park, the man in the driver's seat got out, opened the trunk, and looked through it. I saw that the back seats of the van had been removed, and the entire back had been converted into a large bed. Xiao Duo was lying on the bed, and her boss was taking off her skirt. The boss's pants were also off, and his genitals were bulging high against his underwear. At that moment, I knew I couldn't wait any longer, so I rushed over without even taking off

my helmet. The man in the driver's seat had just gotten into the car when I dragged him off by the feet, and he fell heavily to the ground. Xiao Duo's boss, startled, tried to start the car but his pants were still on his feet, causing him to trip and fall heavily, hitting his head on the front seat. Only then did I glance at Xiao Duo. She was lying face down on the ground, motionless, her short skirt rolled up, revealing her white thighs, and her underwear pulled down to her knees. Her round buttocks gleamed white in the darkness. My clothes were ripped off at the shoulder, my bra straps came undone, revealing one shoulder and a large expanse of my smooth, white back. As I stared in disbelief, a muffled thud sounded behind me – "Bang!" I realized the person who had fallen off the bike had recovered and was throwing a piece of clothing at me. Luckily, I hadn't taken off my helmet, so the impact only made me dizzy for a second, without any real injury. I turned around and kicked him off the bike again. The owner, Xiaoduo, grabbed me from behind, trying to throw me off too, but he was no match for me. I suddenly leaned back, and the helmet that had been cracked earlier was now like a knife. With each impact and cut, he was lying unconscious on the ground, his face covered in blood. I jumped off the bike and continued to deal with the person who had hit me; the hard shell of my cycling gloves became my best weapon. In no time, I had both of them completely incapacitated and they fled in disarray.

I turned back and straightened Duo'er's clothes. I turned her over, and only then did I realize she seemed to still be conscious. Her eyes were filled with tears. I gently said to her, "Let me help you get dressed, okay?" Then I started putting on her underwear. Only then did I notice that her genitals had only fine downy hair, and her labia majora were tightly closed, forming a thin line. I quickly composed myself and continued helping her get dressed. I sat her up and adjusted her top; her bra was completely ruined and unwearable, so I had to take it off. Inadvertently, I glimpsed through the neckline from above that her breasts, though not large, were exceptionally firm, with pink nipples standing erect, almost without areolas. After I finished, she still couldn't move, but I could see gratitude in her eyes. The car keys were probably with Xiaoduo's boss, so I couldn't start the car, and Xiaoduo couldn't move or ride the motorcycle. I considered calling the police; the dashcam on my helmet had recorded the entire attempted rape. However, considering Xiaoduo's status as an internet celebrity, reporting it would inevitably have negative consequences. So I planned to ask for her opinion after she recovered. Then I stayed with Xiaoduo and fell asleep in the van.

The next day, Xiaoduo was already awake. I woke up to her sobs. She seemed frightened, her expression somewhat dazed. She just kept crying. I took her back to the city and said, "Let me take you to a hotel first, I still have to go to work, okay?" She kept shaking her head, and then uttered her first words, "Don't leave me, I'm scared." I had no choice but to take her back to my own home. "Home" is actually just a property in Beijing, which I don't usually live in. Due to work, I have offices and properties in Beijing, Shanghai, and Hangzhou, but I still prefer staying in hotels, as it saves the most time. Back home, I found some clothes that Xiaoduo could barely wear, told her to take a shower and rest, and that I would go to work to take care of some things before coming back. I was busy at work all morning and didn't rush home until noon. When I got home, I couldn't find her. I listened to her voice and found her curled up under the desk, crying. I quickly went over to ask her what was wrong. She cried, "Why didn't you come back sooner? I'm scared, I don't dare go anywhere, sob sob sob..." Seeing her pitiful state, I gently put my arm around her shoulder. I told her, "Don't be afraid, the bad guy is gone. And we have evidence to bring him to justice. We'll threaten him with the video, demanding he terminate the contract unconditionally. Otherwise, we'll send him to jail. That way, you can escape his clutches." Hearing this, Xiaoduo's eyes lit up with hope. "What evidence?" I told her what had happened yesterday; the evidence was in the dashcam on my helmet. "Later, use your phone to send it to him and make him terminate the contract." Sure enough, things went smoothly. After seeing the video, the boss agreed to terminate the contract and offered to pay for it. Xiaoduo finally stopped crying.

I asked her, "When are you going back to school?" "I don't have class until next Tuesday," she replied. I checked my phone; today was Friday, so there were still three days left. I told Xiaoduo, "I'll spend these three days in Beijing with you to relax. Eat something, get a good night's sleep, and I'll take your clothes to be washed and ironed." For the next three days, I took her all over Beijing, which finally brought back some of her smiles. But she was often awakened by nightmares at night. I had to hold her to help her fall asleep. However, with her by my side, she could sleep, but I couldn't.

In those three days, our feelings for each other quickly intensified. When we went shopping, she would unconsciously take my arm. Monday arrived, and the next day I was to take her back to school. We both felt that something would happen that day. After lunch, since it was close to my usual hotel suite, I suggested we rest at the hotel and go out in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, as soon as we entered, she was the one who took the initiative. She hugged me tightly from behind. "Brother, I like you. I'm going back tomorrow. Will you come to see me again?" I said with a mischievous smile, "I won't come back to see you, but I'll take you to many more fun places. We can meet in Hangzhou, Shanghai, Macau, and Hong Kong, instead of Shijiazhuang." She chuckled, but I quickly turned around and kissed her lips. The girl was innocent and pure, untouched by the influence of tobacco and alcohol; even her saliva tasted sweet. Our tongues intertwined, and soon she pushed me away, panting heavily. This girl was so innocent and adorable; she didn't even know how to breathe while kissing. A minute of wet kissing almost made her faint. So, when I kissed her again, I carefully and lightly touched her skin, making her comfortable.

At this point, my hands were free to explore her body. I quietly lifted her skirt, my hands caressing her smooth, delicate thighs, then climbing upwards, kneading her round, firm buttocks through her panties. Just as I was about to slip my hand inside her panties to feel her buttocks, she let out a soft moan in resistance. Seeing that it wasn't quite right yet, I continued my exploration, my hands climbing up her slender waist. Then, supporting her waist, I kissed her as I slowly moved her into the room, finally pressing her down onto the sofa. Then I lifted the hem of her clothes, and she cooperated by raising her hands to let me remove her top. I leaned down and kissed her again, my hands slipping inside her bra and grasping her breasts. I could clearly feel her nipples erect. She trembled slightly, as if intensely stimulated, and let out soft moans. I reached behind her and gently unhooked her bra. As I removed it, a trace of shame flickered across her face amidst her euphoria, her arms clutching her chest tightly. I then moved on to her lower body, quickly removing her skirt. Through her panties, I gently rubbed her sensitive areas. Each time my fingers brushed her clitoris, she trembled violently. She was incredibly sensitive. I deliberately focused on her clitoris, and within ten seconds, her hands, still clutching her chest, came to her rescue, gripping my arms tightly, but she lacked the strength to push me away. Seeing her upper body empty, I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, licking it. With this double stimulation, the girl experienced her first orgasm. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth open, and she let out a series of soft, rhythmic moans. Her legs and lower abdomen trembled violently. Her panties were suddenly soaked. Then, she collapsed onto the sofa as if all her strength had left her.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was completely unconscious by then, letting me remove her panties. While she rested, I also took off my own clothes. However, seeing her vulnerable state after her orgasm, I couldn't bear to continue to arouse her, so I lay down next to her and hugged her from behind. A few minutes later, she slowly came to her senses, turned around, and kissed me wildly like a wild animal in heat. Her lower body rubbed incessantly against my burning penis. She was completely aroused. I turned her over and straddled her. I lowered my head as if to ask her something, and as she closed her eyes to receive my kiss, I suddenly moved downwards, kissing her ears, neck, chest, and lower abdomen, searching for her sensitive areas, all the way to that mysterious triangle. Her genitals were incredibly beautiful. Her labia were tightly closed, a lovely pink, with sparse pubic hair. Parting her labia majora revealed an even more alluring, pink interior. I explored inside with my fingers, and just as I saw her white hymen, she couldn't resist the stimulation and squeezed her legs together. I gently parted her legs, kneeling between them so she couldn't close them. Then I leaned down and kissed her sensitive spots—her ears and breasts—where she reacted most strongly when I kissed her earlier. My hot, hard penis rubbed against her vulva. Soon, she couldn't bear it any longer and whispered, "Brother, I want you." It was the most shy and seductive voice I'd ever heard. Since the girl had taken the initiative, how could I refuse? So I adjusted my angle and carefully penetrated her. But as soon as I entered, she cried out in pain and tried to pull away. Another attempt failed; she kept hiding until she reached the headboard. With nowhere to retreat, I went in a little further. Sure enough, a virgin's vagina is incredibly tight. I felt the head of my penis touch her hymen. But she couldn't bear the pain and pushed me away. I had no choice but to temporarily abandon my idea of taking her virginity and rest with her in my arms.

My penis remained erect, pressing against her leg. "Brother, I'm sorry, I must have made you uncomfortable. I've always been afraid of pain," she said remorsefully. I told her to relax, that I could masturbate myself. But she whispered, "How about... how about I give you oral sex?" She blushed. I was shocked. How could such an innocent girl perform oral sex? Seeing I didn't speak, she silently lowered herself, placed her hands on my hips, and began licking my penis. I never expected her oral skills to be so good; I even suspected her innocence was an act. There was absolutely no teeth involved. Even more astonishing was that she looked up at me with her alluring eyes while performing oral sex. Under the powerful sense of conquest, I immediately became as hard as a steel pipe. However, she didn't give me time to think further. She released my penis and began licking my testicles. This stimulation was unbearable. She seemed to sense I was about to give in. So she went back to attacking my glans, sweeping her tongue over it relentlessly. I couldn't hold back and let out a soft moan. She finally took my entire penis into her mouth and used deep throat to make me ejaculate inside. This time, I ejaculated thickly and profusely; some of it spilled onto her face and hair. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, leaving me completely bewildered. Why was this girl so innocent yet so skilled at oral sex? She washed her face and rinsed her mouth in the bathroom before coming out, clearly noticing my confusion. She said, "I had a boyfriend before. I loved him very much, but I never let him touch my body. But he told me he was feeling uncomfortable, so I helped him relieve himself this way. Later, after the agency incident, he misunderstood me and insisted I prove my innocence in bed. We broke up in a fit of anger." I said, "You're so sensitive, didn't your boyfriend know that before?" "I never let him touch me!" I thought to myself that this was probably true; otherwise, how could someone so sensitive remain chaste? "But brother, I truly love you, and I'm willing, but I just can't help the pain, I'm sorry~!" I quickly comforted her, saying it's okay, you're mine, you'll be mine sooner or later. Let's rest a bit, we're all sweaty, let's take a shower first. She said she was exhausted and wanted me to go first, but I mischievously said let's go together.

So, we caressed each other in the bathtub, and in the steamy heat, we soon started whispering sweet nothings again. She lay on top of me, mimicking my movements, touching my neck and chest. Soon she felt my erection again. In her dazed state, she kept thrusting her lower abdomen against my genitals. Then I adjusted the angle slightly, and with a "Ah~!" my glans entered her tight passage again. This time she was on top, I was on the bottom, the initiative was hers. She slowly lowered herself down, her face showing a heroic expression of enduring pain. Unexpectedly, the bottom of the bathtub was slippery, her supporting hand slipped, and she lost her balance and sat down heavily. "Ah~!!!" My glans felt itself breaking through an obstacle and plunging into a new world. A faint pink tinge wafted from the water at our point of contact; I knew this was her virgin blood. Because my penis was quite long, her sitting position allowed for deep penetration. My glans felt like it was hitting her cervix, and I worried that going so deep would cause her more discomfort. So I tried to pull out, but as soon as I moved, she told me not to move, "Brother, don't move, it hurts too much." I had no choice but to remain in that position, holding her. After about ten minutes, she began to adjust, and I started to gently thrust in and out. With each thrust, her brow furrowed, I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Later, she cried out, "Ahhh!" I knew she was starting to enjoy sex, so I thrust more and more vigorously. Amidst the splashing water, we completed our first sexual encounter. Because she was a virgin, she orgasmed in less than ten minutes. During her orgasm, she clung tightly to my neck, leaving scratch marks on my back. Our bodies pressed tightly together, and I ejaculated again deep inside her vagina. She lay on top of me as if she had fainted, only slowly opening her eyes a few minutes later. "Brother, it hurt so much just now, but it felt so good at the end. My vision went blank, and I felt like I was flying. Do I have hypoglycemia?" "Silly girl, that's called an orgasm. It's the ultimate experience during sex, a pleasure many women never experience in their entire lives." "Brother, I'm a little cold. Let's go to bed."

Afterwards, our plans to go shopping in the afternoon and to a Western restaurant in the evening were all canceled. We made love repeatedly in the hotel room, showered, and rested, repeating this cycle. Even when we were hungry, we ordered hotel food to be delivered to our room. The next morning, during sex, I don't know how many times I had ejaculated. My penis felt incredibly hard, but I was in so much pain that I couldn't ejaculate. Xiao Duo's situation was even more embarrassing. Due to the redness and swelling of her genitals, she could only walk with her legs spread apart to reduce the pain from friction. Seeing this, I had no choice but to let her take the day off and take her back to school later.

[The End]

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