Be a stepping stone for goddesses

In September, a group of freshmen at Sunshine University sang military songs on the training field under the blazing sun, turning them all tanned to a deep brown. In October, with the end of military training, the students began their university life.
One day, at noon, as students flooded into their dormitories, two luxurious Audi A8L cars sped up to the girls' dormitory. A large crowd of students gathered to watch. As soon as the cars stopped, the driver of the first car immediately got out and politely opened the door for the person behind.
A girl wearing white Nike sneakers, a white sun hat, and a flowing white dress stepped out. Her fair skin contrasted sharply with the tanned skin of her classmates from the military training. Her entire body exuded a monochromatic white hue, a pristine white in the sweltering summer heat; it evoked a sense of relaxation, coolness, and a hazy, dreamlike quality. Someone who not only knew what clothes suited whom, but also what colors to choose for different seasons—such a person with impeccable taste in clothing was no ordinary person. Moreover, beneath this princess-like attire lay a stunning figure of approximately 1.70 meters, with strikingly beautiful lines; it was as if an angel had descended upon them—no, descended right here.
Li Jun thought the same thing; an angel had descended before his eyes. He had just left the classroom, carrying his textbooks back to the dormitory, and happened to pass by the girls' dormitory when he witnessed this scene. Li Jun couldn't help but have sexual fantasies; his lower body stirred. But he rationally tried to hold back, otherwise, losing control would ruin his university life—his university days had only just begun. So he tried to distract himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his gaze away from this angelic girl for even a moment.
The girl, adjusting her sun hat, tilted her head back, glanced at the new and uniquely designed dormitory building, and lowered her head with satisfaction, revealing a sweet smile full of confidence and joy.
The man who opened the car door for her was no ordinary person either; dressed in expensive clothes, he appeared to be around 25 years old. He directed the people in the car behind to carry the girl's belongings to the new dormitory.
That night, in the dark, the most talked-about topic in Li Jun's dormitory wasn't which girls in their class were pretty, but rather the scene he had witnessed at noon. From then on, this girl became the angel in the fantasies and dreams of the male students in the university. Li Jun couldn't help but masturbate, fantasizing about himself, even about the dust under his shoes—
After a week of investigation, the boys gathered information about her from various sources:
her name is He Ying, she is nineteen years old, a fashion design major; she is 172 cm tall, weighs 47 kg, and has stunning looks; her family background is unknown; at 17, she signed with XXX International Clothing Company (one of the world's top 5 clothing companies) as a runway model and is now somewhat famous overseas, with her own boutique brand products, a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, plus commissions from her own brand, totaling around 150,000 yuan; in addition, the company provides her with a villa worth 40 million yuan; she successfully avoided university military training by claiming she was still in Italy. The man who opened the door: the only son of the chairman of XXX International Clothing Company, who has been pursuing He Ying unsuccessfully for two years.
Since He Ying appeared, Li Jun seemed infatuated and lost interest in the university's freshman basketball team. Perhaps he was a tennis prodigy and looked down on basketball, but even tennis didn't interest him; his mind was filled with He Ying's beautiful image, and he would masturbate at night. So, Li Jun intentionally joined the library as a librarian to cleanse his mind.
He Ying was always so busy, attending classes from Monday to Friday and working on the runway for fashion shows on Saturdays and Sundays. Two months passed. He Ying finally had a chance to take a break, a weekend off. Accustomed to her busy weekends, suddenly having to spend them at school felt completely unplanned. She didn't know how to spend her time. She disliked group activities and a bustling life; aside from receiving bouquets of flowers from suitors, she didn't know what to do, and she didn't even like the men who pursued her. Her classmates and roommates were busy dating and participating in other clubs. Although everyone knew her, she didn't know many people. Every time people saw her and greeted her happily, she would only respond with a charming smile. On Saturday noon, He Ying, clutching a notebook to her chest, walked towards the library.
Li Jun, responsible for managing the library on Saturdays, thought this was a way to escape something. But fate is fate, and there's no escaping it. Sitting at the library counter, Li Jun couldn't help but think of He Ying's beautiful figure. When He Ying, wearing flat casual shoes, swiped her card and passed by the counter, Li Jun thought he was hallucinating. A thought snapped him back to reality, and Li Jun stood up as if he'd been burned, saluting like a soldier seeing his superior. He Ying covered her mouth with her left hand, which was holding a notebook, and chuckled. Immediately, the entire library floor erupted in commotion. He Ying, used to large gatherings, wasn't startled. He Ying went to the school library on Saturday. She picked up a few fashion magazines from the shelves, found a seat with only one available, and sat down, afraid of being disturbed by uninvited guests. However, no matter how discreet He Ying's actions were, they all attracted intense attention. People on the entire floor were intentionally or unintentionally spying on her, making He Ying somewhat uncomfortable. She could remain calm under the bright lights, the cameras, and the intense gazes of those around her; but she wasn't used to being disturbed by stares while reading. This was He Ying's quiet quality beneath her turbulent emotions. Li Jun had also been observing He Ying's every move. He sensed her unease under such scrutiny. Li Jun was incredibly understanding and chivalrous. However, he also had a timid side and dared not make a move. In less than ten minutes, He Ying put the magazine back on its shelf and hurriedly left the library. As she approached the front desk, she suddenly stopped, turned, and walked towards it. Li Jun's heart raced. He Ying, with an angelic smile, asked him,
"Lieutenant, will the library be open tomorrow?"
Li Jun stammered, "Yes, no, the library is closed tomorrow, Sunday." "Then could you open it for me tomorrow? That way there won't be many people, and I can concentrate on reading," He Ying continued.
"No problem," Li Jun quickly replied, adding humorously, "Everything is made special for people like you." He Ying chuckled at Li Jun's remark and said, "You're so kind. I'll come back tomorrow at noon. Thank you, bye!" —————————————————————————————— Li Jun ejaculated again that Saturday night. Thinking of He Ying's beautiful face, long black hair, and slender legs, he drifted into a dream.
The next day, after breakfast, Li Jun waited early at the library's front desk for his goddess to arrive.
At noon, He Ying, just like yesterday, carried a notebook in both hands, gracefully walking towards the library. Today, she wore a short-sleeved top and shorts, which accentuated her fair skin and slender figure, along with flip-flops with bows. Her casual attire, as she later explained, stemmed from her fear of damaging her feet when wearing high heels for fashion shows; she usually wore only casual flats, which kept her feet perfectly shaped.
After He Ying entered the library, Li Jun closed the door, which displayed a sign indicating it was closed for the day. Li Jun found the most suitable spot for He Ying—not too close, not too far from the air conditioner, and with good air circulation—and wiped the table again with a tissue. He then knelt down and carefully wiped the chair before inviting He Ying to sit down. He Ying thanked Li Jun profusely, but he didn't hesitate to say "you're welcome."
As He Ying gracefully sat down, the observant Li Jun noticed something was missing. He quickly went to the bookshelf, took a few books, stacked them together, returned to He Ying's desk, knelt on one knee, and reverently placed them at her feet. Smiling, he said to the goddess-like He Ying, "These are for you to rest your feet on, so they won't get tired." He Ying knew that Li Jun was very good to her and admired her greatly, just like Lin Xiaofeng (the man who opened the door), willing to give everything for her, including his dignity. He Ying felt very gratified. However,
He Ying refused, saying, "Books are not for resting your feet on."
"Then what will I use to prop up your feet?" Li Jun knew He Ying was a person of high taste; he was a little embarrassed. In fact, deep down, he wanted to use his body, his head, to prop up his goddess He Ying's feet, but he didn't dare to make the request. He Ying also noticed this.
He Ying stared at Li Jun with her big, watery eyes, and Li Jun seemed to understand something, pointing to himself with his hand; meaning that Li Jun should use his body to prop up He Ying's feet. Li Jun finally had a way to prop up his beloved goddess's feet.
He Ying lifted her left foot slightly, and Li Jun understood, lying down on his back under the table with his right cheek on the ground. Slowly, slowly, his head moved to the foot of her left foot, her left foot touching his left foot. Everything was so natural. As He Ying's left foot pressed down on Li Jun's left foot, Li Jun's last bit of dignity vanished.
Although Li Jun's head was being stepped on by He Ying's left foot, he could see He Ying's beautiful right foot very closely. He Ying's feet were truly a masterpiece of nature. Her soles were delicate, her arches exquisitely curved, her white skin translucent, with fine veins faintly visible. Each toe was as white and tender as a scallion, and on each nail, her second toe was slightly longer than her thumb, giving it a playful appearance. Her toenails were painted with silver-white nail polish, and she wore a pure silver anklet. Even if you wanted to blow on her noble feet, without her permission, you wouldn't have the courage to defile those jade-like feet—sacred and inviolable, always vibrant and infinitely alluring. Li Jun thought again of the foot that had stepped on his left cheek, the toe of which wore a ring—Li Jun could no longer control himself; his lower body underwent a noticeable change. He Ying's gaze shifted from her book, across the desk, to the hardening erection in Li Jun's trousers. Li Jun tried his best to control himself, determined not to do anything indecent in front of the goddess, but things didn't go as planned, and he finally ejaculated in his crotch. He Ying felt Li Qiang, whom she was stepping on, forcefully controlling her, yet he dared not move an inch so as not to disturb her reading. He Ying secretly chuckled, quite satisfied with Li Jun's performance.
Li Jun was pinned down by He Ying's foot for over two hours, not daring to move an inch. He Ying said she had to go back before lifting her foot and releasing Li Jun. Li Jun's neck looked very tired, but he dared not show it. He stood up from under the table. He Ying saw the shoe prints on Li Jun's face, which amused her. She laughed and said, "With those shoe prints on your left cheek, people will think you just woke up on a bamboo mat."
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