The joy during the flag-raising ceremony

Hui-ting woke up very early because she was too excited to sleep about what she was going to do today.

"Time to get up! You'll be late if you don't get up soon!"

her mother shouted from outside the door.

"I know! I'll get up soon!"

Hui-ting stretched, got up, took off her pajamas, and put on her specially made underwear.

What was so special about it? Girls all know that in the middle of the bra,

where , a small opening is cut to allow the nipples to peek out, while the bra still covers the breasts.

Even if a high school girl's top is a little transparent, as long as the bra straps and stripes are visible from behind, everyone will

assume she's wearing a bra.

As for the panties, that takes a little more skill. She reached her hand to the area where she could touch her vulva, and the sensitive

girl let out a soft moan.

After confirming that the underwear could cover her vulva, she took scissors and cut a line, making sure the line

was . This way, in a specific position, the underwear would be stretched open, completely exposing her vulva

.

She even deliberately used her mother as the first test subject.

After putting on the entire uniform, Hui-ting ran to her mother: "Mom~ am I wearing my underwear

properly?"

She showed her back to her mother, confirming again that the outline of her underwear and the faintly

exposed .

Today is such a nice day, perfect for my mission.

Luckily, my house is very close to school, only a three-minute walk.

Today I'm going to do something I've been thinking about for a long time; I hope I won't get caught and eliminated.

The group rules are really strict, but anyway, I'm even crazier than those four, so I don't need to worry too much!

Finally, I arrived at school. There are twice as many girls as boys at our school. Although there aren't many handsome guys, it also means I

don't have to worry about too many hooligans on campus.

My current outfit is quite daring. I cut two holes in the front of my bra, letting my nipples

rub against the semi-transparent uniform. This method is safer and more stimulating than deliberately not wearing a bra.

My lower area is also very itchy; I'll find a chance to touch my cute little hole later.

Half an hour of morning self-study has passed. As soon as the school bell rings, all the students have to go to the large

playground for the flag-raising ceremony.

Only one student is left in the class to clean, and I am today's student on duty.

I really like this school; it has a welcoming atmosphere.

When I entered this classroom, I made up my mind that I must make a name for myself here.

My classmates all say I'm pretty, and quite a few boys want to pursue me.

But I reject them all because I like girls who are prettier than me

. That's right, I have a preference for lesbians.

I often go up and grab pictures of girls in nude poses, and looking at their figures excites me.

However, six months ago, by chance, I found four female classmates with the same hobby, and we

formed a secret exhibitionist group.

Today was the perfect time to start playing this "Street Fighter" game; school was my battlefield.

After all the teachers and students had gathered on the playground, I went out to check if anyone was still there.

My classroom was on the third floor, at the very edge, with a small space next to it for washing lunchboxes.

Normally, no teachers or students passed by our classroom; even the patrolling disciplinary team members only went as far as

the front door and left.

The only connection to the classes in front was the large shared handwashing station in the corridor and the central staircase.

But today, during flag-raising time, the classroom was empty except for me, the only one left on duty.

After confirming no one was around, I started my crazy antics. First, I took off my suit jacket, then my bow tie

, then my uniform shirt, and even that special bra that made my nipples pop out—now I was

topless.

Then I took off my skirt and my special underwear, leaving myself completely naked. I

packed all my clothes into my bag and started cleaning.

From my classroom, which faced the drill platform on the playground, I could clearly hear the drill instructors giving their instructions.

My first task was to clean the chalk dust. I was going to use a rag, but the chalk dust was so thick that

I had to use a chair to cushion it.

(I'm only 6cm tall, quite petite.

) But the more I wiped, the dirtier the chalk dust got. So I used my breasts to rub the chalk dust off

the cleavage; my hard nipples were perfect for picking up the chalk dust. Then I used the rag to clean my breasts.

The problem was that I had to go out and wash the rag and my breasts every three rounds. Unfortunately, the student on duty for the next class was a boy

, and if he saw me, I'd definitely be out of the class.

So I had to sneak a peek to see if he was coming out. I saw him run to the toilet, so I confidently came out

.

In front of the sink, there was a rather pretty naked female student. If

the school I'd be in big trouble.

So I quickly turned on the tap, washed the rag first, and then held my breasts under the running water

.

The cool sensation traveled from my breasts to my whole body—it was both comfortable and stimulating.

After washing, I didn't dare linger too long and ran to the classroom to sweep the floor.

I looked up at the darkness; the teachers and classmates probably wouldn't guess that I washed this

darkness with my breasts! It even still smelled of my unique milk! Sweeping was simple, but with each sweep, I

bumped the broom handle against my breasts. Although it hurt a little, it was a pleasurable sensation from the broom. By the time I finished sweeping, I had

bumped my breasts dozens of times.

After sweeping, I had to arrange the desks and chairs. I always use my breasts as a horizontal line when arranging desks and chairs,

a habit I've maintained when cleaning with classmates, but I struggled to find a reference

point .

But right now I'm completely naked in the classroom! I love arranging desks and chairs! Every time

I bend to adjust them

, I deliberately let my breasts rub against the table legs, making myself feel good while sweeping. Today was no different. I bent down, my nipples brushed against the table legs, ah~ another wave of stimulation. Then I

grabbed both nipples firmly and told them, "Be good and don't move!"

I pressed my nipples against the table and aligned them with the other table legs. That's how I arrange desks and chairs.

Moving chairs is also troublesome. Wooden chairs often snag on my skirt or top.

Every time I move a chair while cleaning, I snag my skirt, often exposing my underwear. But I do

n't feel embarrassed; on the contrary, I'm excited, especially when my female classmates see my underwear showing. They

'll reach out and pull my skirt down, and they'll even touch my little bottom.

I think to myself, "Why don't they touch further down? What a pity!"

Ah! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Lost in thought, I forgot I was moving a chair, and the protruding wooden block of it bumped against

my vulva. The hard, thick wood hit my vulva like that.

My vulva started to feel a little pleasure, so I simply sat on the back of the chair, letting the whole wooden block penetrate me

. Wow, it's all in! I looked down at my vulva, which was stretched wide open, and then quickly stood up

and sat down, thrusting repeatedly.

I became more and more excited, and my vulva started to leak fluid.

To make matters worse, they started singing the national anthem at that moment. I rushed out at supersonic speed, hiding in front of a small sink in the

corridor where people washed lunchboxes, and stood upright with my breasts on the railing.

My position was facing the command platform, and although it was quite far away, there was still a risk of being discovered. What kind of commotion

would it cause if more than three thousand people below simultaneously saw a beautiful naked woman in a classroom on the third floor

? The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, loudly singing the national anthem while my fluids splashed onto

the corridor floor.

After enduring the three-minute standing punishment, I went to the classroom, arranged the chairs, and realized I had finished all my work

. Just as I was getting bored, a thrilling thought flashed through my mind.

I put on only my suit jacket, leaving myself completely naked underneath. I

confidently walked out of the classroom and went to the door of Class 9 in front of me. Seeing the boy

sitting there, I called him over to the window to chat with me, glancing ahead every now and then to make sure no

one else was coming my way.

We chatted about some gossip, like the principal's baldness.

He was a boy who really liked me; I could feel

the excitement of talking to someone he liked in his eyes and tone.

But he never expected that from the inside of the classroom, he could only see my upper body, and that I was only

wearing a suit jacket, underneath which were the large breasts he wanted to touch and see.

Even worse, separated by the classroom wall, he couldn't see that I was naked underneath, and that I was simultaneously

masturbating while chatting with him.

After the chat ended, he went back to his seat. By then, I was already close to climaxing, and my legs

were trembling. It took me a minute to walk just three meters.

What if he ran out of the classroom at that moment and saw me without a skirt or underwear? Would he

drag me to the stairs and rape me on the spot? Thankfully,

I finally reached the classroom door safely. After entering, I couldn't hold back any longer. I ran to the cleaning room, found a small brush, and then went to the podium to masturbate

.

I unbuttoned my suit jacket, letting my large breasts rub against the podium, and then used

the brush to repeatedly thrust into my vagina.

Just then, I faintly heard footsteps, and they were quite close. I was probably too focused on my physical

pleasure to notice anyone approaching.

I quickly crouched down, hiding under the podium, and then secretly peeked out to see who it was.

It turned out to be the disciplinary committee member coming to give feedback! He glanced into the classroom from the doorway, then walked in and

approached the podium.

Luckily, the lectern I was hiding on was so low that only someone crouching down in front of me could see me.

I listened to his footsteps as he gradually approached.

When he stopped in front of me, I tensed up—had I been discovered? Thankfully, he

was just checking if the grime was clean.

I thought to myself, "The places you just touched were all carefully cleaned by my breasts; you're lucky."

For some reason, he lingered in front of me for a long time. Even though I could only see his feet, I started to get excited again

.

I secretly played with my breasts, biting the lapels of my suit jacket, while my other hand continued to

stroke the brush in my vagina.

Looking at his feet, I started fantasizing about him discovering me, grabbing me,

pinning unzipping his pants, and roughly thrusting his penis into my vagina, his hands constantly playing with

my breasts, and finally ejaculating a large amount of semen inside me, leaving me sitting there in

a daze before he walked away.

I fantasized like this, trying hard not to make a sound, while the brush continued to rub against my vagina.

Soon after, I actually came completely. Just then, he went to the back of the classroom to check the recycling

bins.

Not satisfied, I pulled out the brush and quietly followed him. I hid under the desk in the front row

, waiting for him to walk a distance before following him. When he reached the trash can, I slipped behind him.

Now we were only separated by a concrete wall. I peeked out and saw him intently looking into the trash can. I

mustered my courage, stood up, and looked at him through the glass window.

Then I pressed my breasts tightly against the glass, thinking, "If you look up now, my big

breasts are yours! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry up!"

I gently rubbed my breasts against the glass window, but he didn't notice anything amiss.

I snapped back to reality from my frantic actions, realizing the danger I was in and the possibility of expulsion if caught

,

so I quickly crouched down to hide. Just as I was about to slip away from the teacher's desk, he started to get up and walk away. Panicked, I quickly leaned against

the wall .

(There was a small open space nearby, where our class's bookshelf was.

) To my dismay, he walked in my direction. I saw his profile turn past me,

and my immediate instinct was to cover my chest and genitals.

Then he slowly walked to the podium and out of the classroom.

I was left standing there dumbfounded, constantly thinking, "Did he see me? He must have seen me!

No! He probably didn't! If he had, he would have stopped!"

Just as I was thinking this, I heard footsteps in the hallway again, thump! thump! This time, I hid behind

the wall . Who was it? It was our homeroom teacher! The flag-raising ceremony wasn't over yet, why was he here first

? The homeroom teacher, seeing no one in the classroom, shouted, "Huiting, are you there? I need to ask you for a favor!"

After waiting a while, I was wondering how I was going to get my clothes when the teacher, seeing no one was there, went out again

.

This time, I didn't dare to play around anymore. I quickly ran out, grabbed my backpack, ran to the storage bin, quickly put on my

clothes , and then, carrying my backpack, casually went to my seat.

My eyes fell on the chalk on the teacher's desk, and my playful nature resurfaced. Wearing specially made underwear today had

its purpose.

I went up to the teacher's desk and grabbed three different colored chalks. Holding my skirt with one hand, I spread my legs,

stretching my underwear, creating a small hole in the middle of my underwear, just enough to expose my entire vulva

.

I inserted the three chalks one by one into my vagina.

After looking down to make sure they were all in, I pressed my vulva with my fingers, afraid that the chalk would be too wet from the earlier

discharge and wouldn't be able to hold it in. Just as I finished my action, the homeroom teacher came back. I hurriedly greeted him in surprise, " Hello, teacher!" He looked puzzled, "I didn't see you just now!" I was a little nervous, squeezing my thighs together, afraid of being exposed at this moment, "I...I'm going to the toilet!" He asked in confusion, "I didn't see you come from the toilet!" I became even more nervous, so nervous that my nipples were hard, and if you looked closely, you could see two small, cute , "I'll come up from the other side!" "Oh, okay, by the way, could you please go to the student affairs office? Hurry up, I have something to do downstairs later." Without saying a word, I rushed out of the classroom. The student affairs office was quite far away. I kept my thighs squeezed together and ran as hard as I could. When I got close to the student affairs office , my vagina started to secrete vaginal fluid again because of the constant stimulation from the chalk inside my vagina during the run. Slap! Slap! Slap! Three pieces of chalk fell to the ground through the gap in my underwear under my skirt with a thud. I quickly bent down to pick them up , but in doing so, my backside and the small gap in my underwear were exposed to a male teacher passing by. When I stood up, our eyes met , and I saw that he had a nosebleed. I knew very well that he had seen something he shouldn't have. Then, my face flushed red, I rushed into the student affairs office, pretending nothing had happened. Luckily, the male teacher didn't recognize me, or I would have been incredibly embarrassed! Inside the student affairs office, I quickly grabbed the things my homeroom teacher needed and ran to the classroom. The male teacher was already gone; thank goodness. When I got to the classroom, all the students had already arrived. After handing my things to the class teacher, I quietly sat down in my seat. Unexpectedly, the hygiene monitor came over and said to me, " Huiting , why didn't you clean the floor properly? Look, there are so many water stains on the floor!" I blushed again. It was from when I was exposed in the classroom and my vaginal fluid dripped onto the floor while I was walking around. But I couldn't tell her it was from inside my vagina, so I just told her I forgot to wring out the mop and to hurry up and clean the floor. Three funny things happened today. First, a female classmate accidentally tripped and bumped into me, her hand landing on my nipple. She pinched it, and after getting up, she looked at my face with a flushed face, then at my deliberately erect nipple, and her whole face turned red before she ran away. I think she must have discovered my little secret, but judging from her cute expression, maybe she liked it! I'll talk to her about it sometime; after all, she's quite pretty. The second thing was that when the homeroom teacher was about to start class, she couldn't find the three pieces of chalk anywhere. She even asked me if I had put the chalk away properly. I had to blush and make up a lie, saying, "I broke the chalk, I'm so sorry!" (I couldn't very well tell everyone that I had put the chalk inside my vagina!) The third thing was that during cleaning in the afternoon, a male classmate found a lot of unidentified liquid on the brush I had used and shouted about it in front of everyone. As the person involved, I felt incredibly embarrassed. Fortunately, it was forgotten afterward. Only the female classmate who had touched my breasts still blushes when she sees me. [This post was edited by yiqingfeng on 2020-04-04 18:42]

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