The Secret Under the Jade Maiden's Skirt

Perhaps it's because I'm pretty, but I've always been popular, especially with many boys who are willing to date me. But you probably wouldn't believe it, I've never had a serious boyfriend. On one hand, my parents have always been very strict with me, afraid it would affect my studies, so they didn't allow me to date while I was in school; on the other hand, it's my own reason. I don't know why, but I don't have a very good feeling towards boys. I'd like to be good friends with them, but I don't want to be the kind of "friends" with a close , intimate relationship—it makes me feel restricted.

Even so, after entering university, many boys still pursued me, but we only maintained a casual relationship. In their eyes, I'm a thoughtful, ambitious, and independent girl. And more importantly, I'm pretty and friendly, unlike those self-important "cold beauties."

However, I... But I'm very troubled. The better they imagine me to be, the more pressure I feel. Deep down, I have multiple personality traits. For example, outwardly I don't want to be someone's girlfriend, but privately I have many strange hobbies, or you could call them "fetishes." I like masturbation, I like stimulation, I like taking off all my clothes in secluded places—there are so many. Sometimes I even wonder if I'm a bit of a psychopath. Despite this, I'm not ashamed; on the contrary, I often become addicted to it and can't extricate myself. I like these special feelings.

Unfortunately, I lived at home throughout middle school, so these behaviors were somewhat contained. But when I went to university, I left home and rented a small house outside the university. My wardrobe filled with more and more new clothes, mostly skirts and tank tops. I like them not only because of their bright colors, but also because they make me feel... Showing off my beautiful figure, attracting everyone's attention. This makes me feel like a queen, beautiful and sexy.

One day after university started, I walked lightly to the classroom as usual, my steps light and graceful. As always, I was surrounded by fiery gazes. These so-called university students probably hadn't seen many beauties like me. Every time I passed by, there were always a few lewd figures loitering around me. Pairs of sharp, wolf-like eyes swirled around me. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable, but after a while, I got used to it. "Men are all so lustful," I thought to myself, a slight smile appearing on my face. It was from these strange looks that I derived satisfaction and stimulation.

Today, outwardly, I was no different from usual, but inwardly, I was uneasy. On this bright, sunny morning, my beautiful body carried a sense of sin.

I... She was wearing a tight-fitting white short dress, her long, shiny hair flowing down her back and fluttering gently in the breeze. In the sunlight, one of her slender legs was exposed beneath the hem of the dress, smooth and glossy without the adornment of stockings.

But why was my heart pounding? Hehe, it would be shocking to tell you, no one would guess that I wasn't wearing underwear today, and that a medium-sized vibrating penis was currently inserted into my most private part. Waves of pleasure were constantly stimulating my central nervous system, making me a little dizzy. Under these circumstances, I had to try my best to hide my excited expression and pretend to be nonchalant.

As we approached the classroom, my heart pounded even harder. The penis inserted into my mons pubis was stimulating me at a moderate speed, and vaginal fluid was trickling down my inner thighs. If you looked closely, you could see a faint, shiny line on the ground—all of this was flowing down my body.

"Oh no, if someone finds out, I'm doomed." I thought to myself, yet inexplicably excited. "Don't panic, don't panic, no one's here, no one will find those things." I reassured myself, continuing to move towards the classroom without stopping.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore, that thing down there is going to fall out." I tried to tighten my abdominal muscles, trying my best to hold the vibrating penis in place. However, due to the vaginal fluid, it had become very slippery, and I couldn't use too much or too little force with my inner thighs—too little and I wouldn't be able to hold it, too much and it would be squeezed out. So, I couldn't walk fast, I could only move forward step by step.

"Oh my god, it's going to fall out!" "The moment I reached the classroom door, I almost shouted out loud, my mind blank with excitement. Luckily, I retained a sliver of reason and carefully walked to my desk. 'Success!' I thought to myself, secretly pleased with this special operation.

Several male classmates looked at me strangely, probably because my gait had startled them. Looking around, I saw several female classmates also watching me, but their eyes were full of envy. 'Hmph, it's because you're not as pretty as me,' I thought, feeling another surge of elation.

Soon, class began. Today's lesson was 'A General Survey of Foreign Literature,' taught by a middle-aged man wearing thick glasses." The teacher. Because he was quite easygoing, the atmosphere in his class was more lively than in other classes.

From the beginning, I wasn't paying attention to his lecture; the stimulation in my genitals made it difficult for me to calm down. While walking, it was almost exposed, but after sitting down, I leaned forward, allowing it to fully insert into my mons pubis, leaving only a wire connecting one end to the vibrating penis and the other to a switch in my skirt pocket. With the support of the chair, I could now grip it tightly without worrying about it slipping out. Just thinking about doing such an obscene thing in such a sacred place as the classroom made me inexplicably excited. Come on.

I turned the vibrating dildo up to the highest setting. It throbbed intensely inside my tender hole like a startled little mouse, deeply stimulating my labia. This continued until the end of class. I had already had two mini-orgasms. Luckily, the classroom was a bit chaotic; otherwise, my soft moans would have been heard, especially since most of the people around me were boys. If something had gone wrong, my image as a pure and innocent girl would have been completely ruined.

I persevered through a few more classes until finally, school was over. I was completely exhausted. In university, everyone rushes to eat as soon as class is over; they generally don't linger in the classroom unless there's something... What questions do I need to ask the teacher? Perhaps even the heavens took pity on me today, sparing my image, because as soon as class ended, everyone filed out, and I slowly gathered my textbooks at the back, taking a few deep breaths only after the crowd had thinned out.

I wanted to leave too, but my legs wouldn't obey me; they were sore and numb, I simply couldn't give up. "Then I'll stay here this morning."

University classrooms usually open in the morning and close late at night after self-study, so I don't have to worry about anyone locking the doors.

After a short rest, I felt like I'd regained a lot of strength. But I still didn't want to move. I'm usually quite delicate, and after persisting all morning, my stamina had dropped drastically. "Someone save me!" At that moment, I desperately wished a prince charming would appear and take me away. Since I couldn't leave, what should I do? I sat limply in my seat, utterly bored. And that little mouse was still vibrating, but I'd already turned it down to low speed.

"Fake husband, I need to rest." "I muttered to myself. Then I lowered my head, lifted my skirt, and took out the vibrating penis. It was already dripping with vaginal fluid, let alone my vagina.

But I still wanted stimulation. I had only inserted this medium-sized one when I left home, and even at the highest speed, it couldn't satisfy my desire.

Looking at the empty classroom, I searched for something. I wasn't disappointed. After a long while, I finally found an empty beer bottle in a male classmate's desk. "It's too cold. Will it hurt my precious thing?" I hesitated for a long time, touching the bottle, before finally giving in. I wiped the bottle, opened my skirt again, and slowly inserted the thin end of the bottle into my "little sister."

"Oh, oh," my labia contracted from the cold stimulation as soon as it entered a little, and I couldn't help but moan softly. "Go in a little more, go in a little more," a voice urged me. Finally, I mustered up my courage and slapped the end of the bottle a few times with my hand, and the thin part of the bottle penetrated deeper and deeper into my mons pubis.

"No, no, it's too tight." As the thick part of the bottle slid in, I felt my mons pubis swell intensely. Although I enjoy using a vibrating dildo to penetrate my vagina, I've always taken precautions, so my opening has always been small, even tighter than most virgins. This was the first time I'd ever used something as thick as a wine bottle to torture myself.

"Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! ---" I was truly screaming like a banshee, my moans echoing throughout the entire classroom. If the building supervisor saw me at that moment, they'd be in big trouble. They couldn't believe how lewd they were; the classroom door wasn't even closed!

The more lewd the act, the more excited I became. I was already sprawled on the desk, back to the sky, my white, tender buttocks raised high. One hand held onto the desk to keep my upper body from falling, while the other held the bottle, thrusting it into my vagina again and again. "I'm going to die, ah, oh, oh, oh---" My vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid. Some of it flowed from the bottle's opening into the vagina,

while some gushed out from my vulva, covering my entire mons pubis, running down my smooth thighs onto the desk, soaking a large patch of my skirt. I didn't care about my clothes getting dirty or the classroom door being open. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I was drenched in sweat. I didn't care about shame either. I knelt on the desk, pulled my skirt at my waist, and as it fell, my white, jade-like body collapsed onto the desk, panting and moaning.

I didn't know what words to use to describe the pleasure I was experiencing. The nearly 30-centimeter-long bottle was almost completely submerged in my tender vagina. My vagina was filled to the brim, and with each rise and fall of my body, the bottle's end slammed against the table, driving the spout to relentlessly thrust into my clitoris. Each thrust was excruciatingly painful, each one eliciting a frantic scream. My God, was this the same quiet, serene lady I always was? Tears blurred my vision, and the bottle's stimulation numbed my mind and body.

For a delicate girl like me, this was utterly exhausting. Prolonged periods of mental and physical frenzy had left me breathless; I needed a break. Finally, I lost control, everything went black, and I collapsed. With a "bang," the "disfavored" bottle finished its task, sliding off my genitals and splattering on the floor. I then fell into a deep sleep on the table. I woke up an hour later, my head throbbing. Looking down at my little treasure, I saw it had returned to its original shape, though it was still a little red and swollen. Seeing the classroom door closing in the wind, and myself completely naked, I suddenly blushed with shame. I quickly got up, crawled to the floor, and put on my clothes, silently praying that no one would discover my embarrassing state while I was asleep. I cleaned up the dried semen on the table, straightened my clothes, and, ignoring the dirt, hurried back to my dormitory. Amidst another sea of surprised and lustful stares, I ran back to my room, my face flushed with embarrassment.

Actually, I also... I want to be a good girl, a true and innocent girl. I don't really dislike boys, although many are attracted to my pretty appearance, some are genuinely kind to me. One classmate named Hong left a deep impression on me. Every time I saw him, he was always full of vigor and confidence, clearly an energetic and intelligent man.

The first time I saw him was in a cherry blossom grove. We just brushed past each other, and he turned back and whispered, "I'm sorry," before quickly disappearing from my sight. Watching his graceful figure recede into the distance, I was completely frozen. A feeling of happiness welled up inside me. From that moment on, this man has remained in my heart, impossible to forget. It turns out he was my classmate; I hadn't noticed him before. Because I don't like talking to boys, it's understandable that I didn't know him before. After that day, every day in class, my eyes were only focused on him. Having found my ideal partner, I should have been more careful to maintain my innocent image. However, just a few days later, I committed another indecent act on campus. I don't know what's wrong with me; ever since that incident in the classroom, I've developed a liking for being naked.

Perhaps it's because I'm pretty, but I've always been popular, especially with many boys willing to date me. But you probably wouldn't believe it, I've never had a serious boyfriend. On one hand, my parents have always been very strict with me, afraid it would affect my studies, and forbade me to have a boyfriend while I was in school; on the other hand, it's my own reason. I don't know why, but I don't feel that way about boys. I'd like to be good friends with them, but I don't want to be "friends" with a close relationship—it makes me feel restricted.

Even so, after entering university, many boys still pursued me, but we only maintained a casual relationship. In their eyes, I'm a thoughtful, ambitious, and independent girl. More importantly, I'm beautiful and friendly, unlike those self-important "cold beauties."

However, I'm troubled. The better they imagine me to be, the more pressure I feel. Deep down, I have multiple personalities. For example, outwardly I don't want to be someone's girlfriend, but privately I have many strange hobbies, or you could call them "fetishes." I like masturbation, I like stimulation, I like taking off all my clothes in secluded places—there are so many. Sometimes I even wonder if I'm a little psychologically abnormal. Despite this, I'm not ashamed; on the contrary, I often become addicted to it and can't extricate myself. I like these special feelings.

Unfortunately, I lived at home throughout middle school, so these behaviors were somewhat contained. But when I went to university, I left home and rented a small house outside the university. My wardrobe... My wardrobe expanded, with more and more dresses and tank tops. I liked them not only because of their vibrant colors, but also because they accentuated my beautiful figure and attracted attention. This made me feel like a queen—beautiful and sexy.

One day after university started, I strolled lightly to class as usual, my steps light and graceful. As always, I was surrounded by fiery gazes. These so-called university students probably hadn't seen many beauties like me. Every time I passed by, several lewd figures loitered around me, their sharp, wolf-like eyes scanning me. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable, but after a while, I got used to it. "Men are all lustful," I thought to myself, a slight smile appearing on my face. It was from these strange looks that I derived satisfaction and stimulation.

Today, outwardly, I appeared no different from usual, but inwardly, I was filled with unease. On this bright, sunny morning, my beautiful body carried a sinful air.

I wore a tight-fitting white short dress, my long, lustrous hair flowing down my back and fluttering gently in the breeze. In the sunlight, one of my slender legs peeked out from under the hem of the dress, smooth and shiny without the adornment of stockings.

But why was my heart pounding? Heh, it would be shocking to tell you, no one would guess that I wasn't wearing underwear today, and that a medium-sized vibrating penis was inserted into my most private part. Waves of pleasure were constantly stimulating my central nervous system, making me feel dizzy. Under these circumstances, I had to try my best to hide my excitement and pretend to be nonchalant.

As I approached the classroom, my heart pounded even harder. The penis inserted into my mons pubis was stimulating me at a moderate pace, and vaginal fluid was trickling down my inner thighs. If you looked closely, you could see a faint, shiny line on the ground—all of this was flowing down my body.

"Oh no, if someone finds out, I'm doomed." I thought to myself, yet inexplicably excited. "Don't panic, don't panic, no one's here, no one will find those things." I reassured myself, continuing to move towards the classroom without stopping.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore, that thing down there is going to fall out." I tried to tighten my abdominal muscles, trying my best to hold the vibrating penis in place. However, due to the vaginal fluid, it had become very slippery, and I couldn't use too much or too little force with my inner thighs—too little and I wouldn't be able to hold it, too much and it would be squeezed out. So, I couldn't walk fast, I could only move forward step by step.

"Oh my god, I'm going to fall!" I almost shouted the moment I reached the classroom door, my mind blank with excitement. Luckily, I still had a sliver of reason left, and I carefully walked to my desk. "Success!" I thought to myself, secretly pleased with this special operation.

Several male classmates looked at me strangely, probably because my walking posture had startled them. Looking around, I saw several female classmates also watching me, but their eyes were full of jealousy. "Hmph, it's because you're not as pretty as me," I thought, feeling another surge of elation. Soon,

class started. Today's lesson was "A General Survey of Foreign Literature," taught by a middle-aged male teacher with thick glasses. Because he was quite easygoing, the atmosphere in class was more lively than in other classes.

But from the beginning, I didn't concentrate on his lecture; the stimulation in my lower body made it difficult for me to calm down. The thing was almost sticking out of my body when I was walking, but after sitting down, I leaned forward, allowing it to fully insert into my mons pubis, leaving only a wire connecting the vibrating penis to a switch in my skirt pocket. With the chair's support, I could now grip it tightly without worrying about it slipping out. Just thinking about doing such an obscene thing in such a sacred place as the classroom made me inexplicably excited.

I turned the vibrating penis to a high setting; it throbbed intensely inside my vagina like a startled mouse, deeply stimulating my labia. This continued until the end of class. I had already had two mini-orgasms. Luckily, the classroom was a bit chaotic; otherwise, my soft moans would have been heard, especially since most of the people around me were boys. If something had gone wrong, my image as a pure and innocent girl would have been completely ruined.

I persevered through a few more classes, and finally, school was over. I was completely exhausted. In university, everyone rushes to eat as soon as class ends, rarely lingering in the classroom unless they have a question for the teacher. Today, perhaps even the heavens took pity on me, sparing my image, because as soon as class ended, everyone filed out, and I slowly gathered my textbooks at the back, taking a few deep breaths only after the crowd had thinned out.

I wanted to leave too, but my legs wouldn't obey me, sore and numb, I simply couldn't give up. "Then I'll stay here this morning."

University classrooms usually open in the morning and close late at night after self-study, so I didn't have to worry about anyone locking them.

After a short rest, I felt like I'd regained a lot of strength. But I still didn't want to move. I'm usually quite delicate, and after a whole morning of this, my stamina had plummeted. "Someone save me!" At that moment, I desperately wished a prince charming would appear and take me away. Since I couldn't leave, what should I do? I sat limply in my seat, utterly bored. And that little mouse was still vibrating, though I'd already turned it down to low speed.

"Fake husband, I need to rest," I muttered to myself. I lowered my head, lifted my skirt, and took out the vibrating penis. It was already dripping with precum, let alone my vagina.

But I still wanted stimulation. I'd only used this medium-sized one when I left, and even at the highest speed, it couldn't satisfy my desire.

Looking at the empty classroom, I searched for something. I wasn't disappointed; after a long while, I finally found an empty beer bottle in a male classmate's desk. "It's too cold. Will it hurt my precious thing?" I hesitated for a long time, touching the bottle, before finally giving in. I wiped the bottle, still lifting my skirt, and slowly inserted the thinner end of the bottle into my "little sister."

"Oh, oh," my labia contracted from the cold stimulation as soon as it entered a little, and I couldn't help but moan softly. "Go in a little deeper, go in a little deeper," a voice urged me. Finally, I mustered my courage and slapped the end of the bottle hard a few times with my delicate hand. The narrower part of the bottle penetrated deeper and deeper into my mons pubis.

"No, no, it's too wide." As the thicker part of the bottle pushed further in, I felt my mons pubis swell intensely. Although I enjoy using an electric vibrator to penetrate my vagina, I've always taken good precautions, so my opening has always been very small, even tighter than most virgins. This was the first time I'd ever used something as thick as a wine bottle to torture myself.

"Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! ---" I truly screamed like a banshee, my moans echoing throughout the classroom. If the building supervisor saw me at this moment, he'd be in big trouble. He couldn't believe how lewd he was; he hadn't even closed the classroom door.

The more lewd the act, the more excited I became. I was already sprawled on the desk, back to the sky, my white, tender buttocks raised high. One hand held onto the desk to keep my upper body from falling, while the other held the bottle, thrusting it into my vagina again and again. "I'm going to die, ah, oh, oh, oh---" My vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid. Some of it flowed from the bottle's opening into the vagina,

while some gushed out from my vulva, covering my entire mons pubis, running down my smooth thighs onto the desk, soaking a large patch of my skirt. I didn't care about my clothes getting dirty or the classroom door being open. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I was drenched in sweat. I didn't care about shame either. I knelt on the desk, pulled my skirt at my waist, and as it fell, my white, jade-like body collapsed onto the desk, panting and moaning.

I didn't know what words to use to describe the pleasure I was experiencing. The nearly 30-centimeter-long bottle was almost completely submerged in my tender vagina. My vagina was filled to the brim, and with each rise and fall of my body, the bottle's end slammed against the table, driving the spout to relentlessly thrust into my clitoris. Each thrust was excruciatingly painful, each one eliciting a frantic scream. My God, was this the same quiet, serene lady I always was? Tears blurred my vision, and the bottle's stimulation numbed my mind and body.

For a delicate girl like me, this was utterly exhausting. Prolonged periods of mental and physical frenzy had left me breathless; I needed a break. Finally, I lost control, everything went black, and I collapsed. With a "bang," the "disfavored" bottle finished its task, sliding off my genitals and splattering on the floor. I then fell into a deep sleep on the table. I woke up an hour later, my head throbbing. Looking down at my little treasure, I saw it had returned to its original shape, though it was still a little red and swollen. Seeing the classroom door closing in the wind, and myself completely naked, I suddenly blushed with shame. I quickly got up, crawled to the floor, and put on my clothes, silently praying that no one would discover my embarrassing state while I was asleep. I cleaned up the dried semen on the table, straightened my clothes, and, ignoring the dirt, hurried back to my dormitory. Amidst another sea of surprised and lustful stares, I ran back to my room, my face flushed with embarrassment.

Actually, I also... I want to be a good girl, truly a pure and innocent girl. I don't really dislike boys, although many are attracted to my pretty appearance, some are genuinely kind to me. One classmate named Hong left a deep impression on me. Every time I saw him, he looked so spirited, which showed he was an energetic and intelligent man.

The first time I saw him was in a cherry blossom grove. We just brushed past each other, and he turned back and whispered, "I'm sorry," before quickly disappearing from my sight. Watching his graceful figure recede into the distance, I was completely frozen. A feeling of happiness welled up inside me. From that moment on, I've always kept that man in my heart, an image I can't shake off. It turned out he was my classmate, but I'd never noticed him before. Since I don't really like talking to boys, it was understandable that I didn't know him before. After that day, my eyes were only focused on him during class. I should say that having a crush on someone meant I needed to be more careful about maintaining my innocent image. But just a few days later, I committed another indecent act on campus. I don't know what's wrong with me; ever since that indecent act in the classroom, I've developed a liking for the feeling of being naked.

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