Girl smoking naked

Today is the second day of university. As a first-timer on campus, I wandered around during my free time. Seeing such tall buildings, it would be a shame not to go to the top for a panoramic view.

However, even on the first day of school, the number of people on campus today seemed less than yesterday. I wondered if this university was really that popular. As I climbed the stairs,

the higher the building went, the quieter it became. The last floor I saw with people in it was probably the 6th floor, where there looked like a department office. Beyond the 6th floor, it was almost like a ghost town, without a single person in sight. After reaching the top floor, the 10th floor, I stepped into the corridor and found there wasn't much of a view. I wandered past all the classrooms and back up the stairs, about to go down, when I unexpectedly

looked up and exclaimed, "Ah! There's a rooftop!" But most schools probably don't open their rooftops. However, driven by a sense of adventure, I walked up the stairs without any expectations or fear of getting hurt. The first thing I saw was a heavy iron door, half-closed, not completely shut, but with a small gap to walk through.

Curious, I went to investigate, and then I discovered something strange: a lump of what looked like fabric was draped over the very end of the stair railing, and next to it was... uh... something that looked like women's underwear, also draped over the railing.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to the pile of clothes. I approached the thick iron door and peeked inside—and wow! A girl was sitting on a concrete bench next to some pipes, smoking. Or rather, she was holding a cigarette in her hand, and she...she...she...was completely naked?!

I looked back at the pile of clothes, then back at the girl again, and then I understood a little. She probably took her clothes off to avoid them smelling of cigarette smoke? ...But what I couldn't understand was why she took off her underwear too, when she could have just taken off her outer garments...I just couldn't figure it out.

I continued to peek through the crack in the door. From this vantage point, I could only see the girl from the side. The girl, completely naked and smoking on the rooftop, hadn't moved at all, seemingly lost in thought. I carefully examined her features: long, straight, jet-black hair; dignified features with a touch of childishness; she seemed like a very serious girl; fair skin; she wasn't sitting very upright, but leaned slightly forward, her legs crossed, giving her an elegant air; her chest and abdomen... A crease appeared in the middle, but her abdomen was firm and looked completely free of fat. Her legs were long and fair. If those legs were paired with an office skirt, they would surely attract many leg fetishists. However, what attracted me most were her beautiful side breasts...

Until she raised her hand to take a puff of her cigarette, I quickly retreated into the corner and looked back at her clothes hanging on the armrest. A wicked sense of pleasure was stirring within me.

I moved quietly and carefully to take her clothes and underwear. The bra and panties were pure white—she really knew how to choose. If she wore them, paired with her jet-black hair, she would definitely be a strikingly sexy woman. After successfully taking the clothes, I quietly went down the stairs, nervously looking back to make sure she wasn't chasing me. Then I hid in the bathroom, looking for a suitable place to hide the clothes.

While thinking about where to hide them, I also remembered who she looked like. That's right! She's the [Ryoka Morikawa] type of girl—she

looks like a well-behaved girl who always ranks at the top of her class in school, excelling academically and morally, and whose strict upbringing has cultivated a dignified air. Plus, she's beautiful; she's practically omnipotent—a girl who excels in everything, from inner qualities to outward appearance and manners.

I even folded her clothes neatly, making them look nicer. I tucked her underwear inside her outer garments, as there wasn't much fabric and it was difficult to fold them properly. After folding them, I hid them on the toilet tank in the only stall next to the men's restroom. Feeling a bit uneasy, I pretended nothing was wrong and left the restroom. I leisurely waited at the only passageway leading to the rooftop, casually scrolling through my phone while intently listening. I wanted to make it seem like she noticed me first, not the other way around, so the situation would be in my favor.

I waited 15 minutes. After 15 minutes, we nervously looked back up frequently, hoping to see something good. I wondered, how long would this girl be in a daze before realizing her clothes were missing? I gave her a little more patience, calculating my chances of winning if I went up and discovered her situation, when I heard what sounded like barefoot footsteps on the stairs behind me. I didn't turn around yet, but waited a little longer... waiting for the signal I really needed.

Finally, I heard a scream that sounded like someone suddenly startled. I quickly looked back and saw a flesh-colored figure with long, flowing hair flash by. This was the signal I needed; my chance had come! I stood up, dusted myself off, and calmly walked up the stairs, putting on a fake act of "Hey, I think I just saw someone up there. I'm just curious, so I'll go check it out."

I went back to the thick iron door. It was closed but not completely, as it was bolted from the inside. I pushed it open and saw the girl sitting where I had seen her earlier. She spotted me immediately, gasped, and quickly covered her mouth—a somewhat mischievous gesture.

Upon seeing me, she immediately wrapped her arms tightly around her chest, clamped her legs together, and glared at me with hostility. At that moment, I wondered what would be appropriate to say. However, seeing her full, round breasts protruding from her clothes, I inadvertently became captivated by them.

"Hey! I know what you're up to!" the naked girl snapped, noticing my scrutiny. She stared at me sharply, and my first thought was that her demeanor seemed completely different when she spoke compared to when she was silent.

"I know what you want! I'll do whatever you say, just give me back my clothes!"

I didn't quite understand the first part; it sounded like I was planning to rape her. I'm not that kind of person!
But when I heard the middle part, my eyes lit up. She "does whatever I say," which meant... well,

I never imagined that I would accidentally blurt out those words, and that she would hear them.

"Yeah, right." Her voice softened, and she said, "I'll do whatever you say, really! Just please give me back my clothes..."

I replied, "Uh, how do I know you won't try to get away with it?"

She scoffed, startling me. I hadn't expected such a dignified-looking girl to be so...direct?

"So what do you want?" the girl replied.

Now she'd thrown me another question. I thought for a moment, trying to keep my eyes off her alluring figure. Thinking...ah, I've got it! Afraid of startling her, I slowly took my phone out of my pocket, but she still panicked.

"Hey! What do you want?" the girl asked.

"Oh, it's like this, I'm afraid you'll change your mind later. How about I take a picture as our agreement, and then I'll return your clothes? How about that?" This was the best way I could think of to guarantee my promise.

"You jerk! Taking advantage of me!" The girl started angrily cursing at me.

"Oh, you don't want to? Fine, you decide what to do." I turned around, pretending to leave, but this strong-willed girl immediately called after me.

"Hey! Wait a minute, don't go! Okay!"

I turned back to look at her face, wanting to confirm what she had just promised me.

The strong-willed girl said, "I said, I'll let you take the picture, only one, okay? After you take it, you have to return my clothes!"

I added, "And you have to listen to me. I'll make you do whatever I ask, right?"

The strong girl said "chi" again, gritting her teeth as if she was very angry, but she could only blame herself. Why did she take off her underwear for nothing? He also bluntly emphasized that he was obedient. I just took advantage of this.

"Yes!... If you want to take a picture, take it quickly. After taking the picture, return my clothes as soon as possible. I will obey you in everything. Are you happy like this?" The girl suddenly stood up and faced me. Her hands were still wrapped around her chest and her feet were clamped tightly, as if she was so angry with me that she couldn't sit still. I thought if I didn't make a decision quickly, she might bite her inner cheek flesh and bleed.

I grinned and held up my phone to her. Although her brows were furrowed and her sharp eyes were filled with regret, I still thought she was very beautiful, especially her round breasts. Even though she was tightly covering her chest, I could still tell she had a very well-endowed figure.

"Um, could you please put your hands down?" I asked timidly, mentally preparing myself for her impending outburst.

"You're asking for too much! You jerk!"

she hurled insults at me again. What jerk? It was as if I had hurt her feelings. But then again, facing a naked girl with nowhere to run, I did feel like a jerk. But I didn't really care, because she didn't know just how much of a jerk I was. I was sure I would make her want to scream, but she would have no choice but to obey me.

I shifted my gaze to her sharp eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire. I didn't say anything, just raised an eyebrow at her.

The girl scoffed again, then reluctantly lowered her hands, placing them against her thighs. To be able to see those full, round, and perky breasts so closely, and below them, her firm stomach with its muscle lines faintly visible in the sunlight, and the sparse pubic hair just right, not detracting from her overall beauty... Just seeing her in person was enough to make me lose all will to live. What's more, I could actually take her home and admire her at my leisure.

I raised my camera again: "Come on, look here~"

"Look at your big head! Take the picture quickly!"

What a fierce girl! I still have no recollection of her. Who is she? The way she spoke made it sound like she was someone important at school, but I still had no clue. Such a beautiful girl—if I had seen her in public, I would never forget her.

(Click!)

I think not only she, but I was also startled by the sound of my own camera shutter. I had actually forgotten to turn it off. The anger on her face didn't diminish at all, but it changed slightly. The sound of the shutter added a touch of annoyance to her original arrogance.

"Okay! Now you can give me back my clothes, right?"

The girl immediately put her hands back on her body after I took the picture, plopped back down in her original spot, and looked away, as if she didn't want to see me again. She seemed genuinely hurt.

"Don't worry. Wait here, I'll go get them right away." As I turned to leave, I could still hear her muttering behind my back.

After going down the stairs, I retrieved all her clothes from where I had left them, then walked briskly up to the rooftop. I saw her squatting on the ground, covered in dirt. I think she probably didn't notice that this position allowed me to see the slit in her genitals from the side, but I quickly looked away, afraid she would notice and start yelling again.

I carefully kept my distance from her, afraid she might suddenly pounce on me and snatch my phone. I held up my clothes in my hand and waved them at her, then gently placed them on the ground at my feet. Seeing that she didn't get up, I quickly turned and left.

A few days later, I never saw her at school again. Even after returning to the scene, I didn't find the naked smoking girl again. I could only stare at the photo and think of her. This photo made me masturbate several times. Afterwards, I regretted that I should have asked her for her contact information. However, if I had asked her, she would definitely have been furious with me. I thought of her angry appearance. To be honest, it seems quite rare to find a girl who is both dignified and has a bad temper. Generally, well-mannered girls also have high EQ in dealing with things. At least they won't just open their mouths and spew nonsense. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh at myself and prayed to God every day that I would meet her again.

It was Friday, and I heard there was a student assembly on campus in the morning. Because the meeting hall was too small, participants could only enter in batches by department, which seemed like a perfect place to sleep in the air conditioning. As soon as I entered the hall, I took my seat and ignored the noise around me, falling asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I was woken up by a lecturer who could perform magic tricks playing a quiz game with the students. His powerful diaphragm jolted me awake, and since I was awake, I could only join in his game.

At the next meeting, an upperclassman, the emcee, first introduced a club that seemed to be a student council, explaining its functions, responsibilities, number of members, how to join, etc. Then, it seemed like he was going to welcome a student representative to the stage to say a few words. When the student representative came on stage, my eyes shone brighter than a lighthouse in the middle of the night—it was that smoking girl!!

I secretly took out my phone to review the nude photos she'd agreed to let me take that day, then smirked and laughed uncontrollably, thinking to myself: So she's the student representative. No wonder she spoke like she was someone important in the school that day. But then again, the student representative isn't really that important; it's probably just her being arrogant.

As I watched the smoking girl on the stage, enthusiastically pitching and persuading us freshmen about what benefits she could secure, she seemed quite adept at public speaking. I repeatedly showed her nude photos, finding it amusing to compare her clothed and unclothed self-portraits. I kept sending her signals, hoping she'd recognize me and fulfill our promise.

Then, I momentarily lost focus and heard her firmly say, "Those who want it, please raise your hands now!" I hadn't heard what she said before, but given the chance to get her attention, I naturally raised my hand without hesitation.

Three hands were raised; these freshmen were definitely less interested than I'd expected. The smoking girl counted the people who responded to her from her left, and finally she saw me raising my hand. It was just a small to medium-sized council chamber, with microphones attached to the tables for each seat. I was sitting in the first two rows. When she looked at me, I noticed that her head tilted back slightly, and she paused for half a second longer than others. I could hardly contain my joy, thinking: Great, she recognized me!

"So, those of you who raised your hands, please come to the emcee's to get your forms. That concludes the report. Thank you, fellow freshmen."

The smoking girl turned her head away and finished her closing remarks, then hurriedly left the stage. My gaze lingered on her unintentionally, as if I were worried she would disappear again without a trace. Just before she reached the door and was about to leave, I clearly saw her turn around with an imposing air and look at where I was. Although we were a bit far apart, we did make eye contact.

Then, the head of one of the newly established departments came on stage to promote their department. I was already restless, afraid she would escape from my grasp again. I would only be able to masturbate while looking at her nude photos, without being able to touch her body.

A while later, the emcee who had appeared with the smoking girl walked in through the door, carrying several of the aforementioned forms. She immediately approached me, the closest one to her, and handed me a form. Then she said, "Our department president said she's looking for you. Could you please step outside for a moment? She's right outside." After saying that, she crossed the aisle to continue handing out her forms.

Clutching the paper, I hurriedly got up and left my seat without even bothering to look at the contents. As soon as I stepped outside, I saw the smoking girl with her arms crossed, glaring at me angrily. She strode over and snatched the form from my hand, yelling, "You're not allowed to fill out this one!"

Haha...haha...is this what they call a charming contrast? How did she transform from that dignified and righteous figure on the podium into such a shrewish and aggressive woman in an instant...?

She deftly produced a pen from her waist and quickly scribbled on the form she'd snatched from my hand. I paused to watch her movements, then she shoved the form back at me. After being snatched several times, the form was wrinkled. I glanced at what seemed to be a row of numbers she'd written, and my attention was drawn back to her.

"This is my phone number. If you want to contact me, do it privately! And don't come to our department! If you dare, you're dead!" she snapped angrily. After saying that, she turned and walked away without a second thought. I stood there, clutching the number tightly, gratefully thanking God for this fortunate encounter.

I saved her phone number to my phone, but even after syncing Line several times, her profile picture still didn't appear. I guessed that either she had specifically set her phone to private, or she had given me a fake number—maybe it was the MC senior's number?

After thinking for a while, I decided to confirm it was real using a traditional text message. I sent a message that read, "Want to come up for a smoke today?" Hmm, this was a good way to put it; it preserved my identity, and even if I sent it to the wrong person, they wouldn't ignore it. I sent the message with a mix of anticipation and fear of being hurt.

And when I picked up my phone again, I found that the owner of the number had replied. The owner simply replied, "5:30 PM." She replied! The smoking girl really replied! So much time has passed, and I can't wait to see that smoking girl again.

With more than four hours left until 5 pm, I couldn't stop thinking about her during class. I even picked up her nude photo more often to review it, thinking about what to talk to her about when I see her, how to use this photo, and what if she's actually setting a trap to get me to be taught a lesson by a senior? Although the consequences could be varied, seeing it with my own eyes was the most important thing...

Finally, it was 5 o'clock. I tidied my clothes in front of the restroom, practiced my voice, considered whether to bring her a gift, and tried to avoid the stairs leading to the sacred temple. Every 5 or 6 minutes, I checked the time on my phone...

until the screen finally showed 5:30!

Okay! Let's go. I was on edge, paying attention to everything. Apart from the faint chatter of students queuing for the school bus in the distance, there were fewer and fewer students walking around inside Building H. Just like the first time I visited this place, the higher the floor, the fainter the noise became. When I reached the steps that usually belonged to a sacred temple, I pricked up my ears at the top of the stairs, listening carefully to the conversations of other men. If she had a group of people lying in wait for me up there, there would definitely be all sorts of noise. After all, what could anger men was offending their goddess. In my opinion, with her stunningly beautiful appearance, there must be countless people trying to win even a sliver of her favor.

I walked lightly up the stairs and didn't hear any noise. Instead, I heard the gentle rustling of the metal above. Other than that, it felt like I had entered a deserted fairyland. After turning the corner, I stepped onto the last flight of stairs. What caught my eye was a familiar pile of clothing hanging from the very end of the handrail. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a pile of even less fabric next to it. The heavy iron door leading to the rooftop wasn't closed, leaving a narrow gap for one person to pass through.

I first walked towards the pile of clothing. When I picked up the pure white bra and panties hanging from the handrail, all sorts of wicked thoughts instantly swept away the negative ideas that had been nagging at me.

I turned and pushed open the iron door, immediately spotting the smoking girl sitting in the same spot where I'd first bumped into her. She was still there, cigarette in one hand, the other propped up beside her, her legs crossed, looking quite elegant. Most importantly, she was still completely naked, just like the first time.

"You're here, you jerk!" the smoking girl snapped as soon as she noticed me, but instead of quickly covering herself, she didn't.

I, already feeling utterly disgusted by her words the moment I entered, could only silently laugh at myself. I watched her extinguish her cigarette, then stand up to face me. A gust of wind blew by, and she unconsciously ran her hands over her body. I was instantly stunned. The way she touched her body, and the parts her hands touched, were so beautiful, truly living up to my image of a top-tier beauty.

"What are you looking at, you jerk! What do you want?"

I was sprayed with insults again. Coming back to my senses, I realized, right, what did I want from her...? I thought for a moment and replied, "I'm here to fulfill the promise you made."

The naked girl scoffed and said, "Then what do you want me to do?"

She spoke quickly and forcefully, completely unlike the attitude of a typical girl. Even though she was completely naked (and helpless?), she could still easily control and completely dominate the situation. I had to admire her; she truly deserved to be the department president chosen by so many people.

Her question triggered a flood of vivid images from adult films, including explicit, wholesome scenes and various erotic, perverse, and obscene play and training methods. Maybe she could grant all my desires! However, I thought I should start off politely and gradually escalate the intensity with more gameplay.

"Well... since the weather's so nice, why don't you give me a blowjob first?" I tried my best to sound less like a threat, but she frowned slightly, her gaze becoming even more angry. "Heh...is it okay?"

The naked girl didn't say a word after hearing this. She crossed her arms over her chest, walked to the side, and then turned back and said, "Come here! Didn't you want it?"

I followed her, only to see her standing there glaring at me. Then I realized, oh right...I found a spot against the wall, took off my pants, and my penis was already about 70-80% erect. The naked girl walked up to me and knelt down in front of me, still glaring at me angrily. I held my penis and pointed at her face, intending to feed her.

"Take your hand away!" she said, grabbing my penis with one hand. I instantly felt a jolt of electricity. Her palm was so cold. I looked at her round, full breasts from a god-like perspective. From this angle, breasts looked the best. I watched her do it, assuming she was a beginner and might not be very good. So, she first skillfully licked the glans with her tongue, wetting it, then slowly licked it piece by piece towards the back, until the entire penis was lubricated. Then she closed her lips into an "O" shape, first sucking on the glans, then slowly moving forward until the entire penis was inside her mouth.

I have to say, she did a fantastic job! Could she have a boyfriend? If so, she probably wouldn't have agreed to give me oral sex even after I took pictures. If she doesn't have a boyfriend, where did she learn her skills? From porn? All sorts of mysteries flashed through my mind.

After she secured my penis with her mouth, she placed her hands on my thighs and began to move wholeheartedly, maintaining a steady back-and-forth motion. Her tightly pursed lips didn't falter; she focused intently on performing her service with her eyes closed.

To have such a stunningly beautiful girl perform oral sex on me naked on the rooftop was a million times more precious than a gift from heaven. Just as I was about to reach out and touch... When she nodded in praise, she stopped abruptly, slapped my hand away with a "smack," glared at me angrily, and then continued what she was doing.

Heh... okay, it seems I understand she doesn't like me touching her. But she was still behaving quite well, making me want to praise her again. To avoid making any unnecessary movements that might bother her, I had to place my palm against the wall behind me to let her know I would behave.

Soon after, I felt myself coming. "I'm going to cum... I'm about to cum..." As a polite gentleman, that was all I could do to remind her. If she didn't like me touching her, she probably wouldn't like me forcing myself to ejaculate in her mouth either. So I reminded her, but she didn't seem to slow down. Instead, she sped up her movements. I didn't care anymore. Less than 30 seconds after I reminded her, my lower body shuddered. The feeling of being brought to cum by such a beautiful girl was an indescribable pleasure.

The naked girl paused during my ejaculation, but she didn't try to avoid the moment of ejaculation. Instead, she held my penis in her mouth throughout the entire process. I could vaguely feel her deliberately teasing the tip of my glans with the tip of her tongue. Having experienced this dream, I felt utterly content, even unto death.

After ejaculating, I was covered in a cold sweat. She pulled my penis away from her mouth, her mouth still full of semen. She stared at me with her eyes, as if asking, "What should we do with these things?"

I said, "Swallow them," and then pointed to my penis, "Lick this part clean too."

I watched her swallow it with a "gulp," and then she opened her mouth for me to see. Then she picked up my semi-erect penis with her hand, as if she were holding something dirty, and used her tongue to clean my penis step by step.

After cleaning up, I pulled up my pants. The naked girl stood up and patted her knees. I wanted to praise her, but remembering I shouldn't touch her head, I tried to use my gentlest voice to say, "Um... you did a great job just now."

The naked girl just put her hands back on her chest, her eyes still fierce, her brows furrowed as she glared at me. "You dead virgin, you let me ejaculate so much, you piece of trash! You scumbag!"

Heh... fine. I could only laugh at myself inwardly. Serves you right for praising her. But this also means she just swallowed a lot of my semen, right? So I got the better end of it, and I shouldn't hold it against her.

"You! Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, can I leave?...Scumbag!"

I have to say, she was really assertive. Even though we had just been intimate, her attitude was still very aggressive. I really admire her for being able to stand so firmly after I violated her in some way.

"Could you please stop calling me a scumbag? It's really hurtful, and besides..."

Before I could finish speaking, the naked girl interrupted again, "Who knows your name! Scumbag! Pervert! Trash!"

Heh... Okay, come to think of it, she has a point. I don't know her name, and she doesn't know mine. To be honest, we're still strangers who don't know each other's names. But she always takes the lead. I don't even have time to ask her name or introduce myself.

I thought about it, and since she's willing to give me a blowjob without saying a word, I should be able to control what she calls me. However, calling me "master" is too common and not pleasing enough. Finally, I figured out what she should call me from now on.

"Okay, from now on, you have to call me (my dear husband). Remember that?"

The naked girl scoffed again, rolled her eyes, and turned her head away, as if to say, "This guy is hopeless."

I ignored her reaction and joked, "Okay, now practice calling me that for me."

The naked girl turned around and glared at me angrily, as if she were looking at her father's killer. I felt that if she kept glaring, her eyeballs would probably pop out of their sockets.

"Darling...husband," the naked girl said, as if forcing herself to say it smoothly.

I decided to stop while I was ahead and not nitpick her phrasing. "Hmm, good girl, that sounds so nice," I said, giving her a silly, almost idiotic laugh. I thought she would react, but of course, she just scoffed.

"I'll let you off the hook for today," I said, entering saintly mode, my heart as magnanimous as a saint's. I waved goodbye and turned to leave, but before going downstairs, I couldn't help but look back at her. She was still standing there, glaring at me angrily. I figured she was probably cursing me with all sorts of vulgar words in her mind right now. It wasn't

until I reached the parking lot and was about to ride my bike home that I realized I might have forgotten to ask her name again. However, I think there will still be opportunities in the future!

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