Remote-controlled vibrating egg

She was a very well-behaved girl, at least that's how she seemed before I got her. However, after we started dating, I discovered that she was a girl who appeared innocent on the outside but was actually quite promiscuous on the inside, at least in front of me. But despite her promiscuity, she never let me into her body. As a result, I'm still a virgin, and I don't know if she is.

Oh! I forgot to mention, I'm a typical college student, a sophomore this year. Qing and I are a couple in class; she's the girl I worked hard to win over after a year. In our classmates' eyes, Qing is very well-behaved, really well-behaved, and a little naive.

So I want to emphasize again, she's very innocent.

Her house is very close to mine, but far from school. So we always meet at the bus stop in the morning to take the bus to school together. The story begins at the bus stop.

The sun wasn't shining brightly today, and the air wasn't cold—perfect for an outing. Qing and I were waiting for the bus at the bus stop, but unfortunately, we weren't going out; we were going to school. Qing was wearing the school's standard semi-transparent sailor uniform, with a skirt that he had specially tailored, about five centimeters above his knees. His hair was tied in a ponytail, and he wore glasses that would make any girl look a bit dazed. Combined with his sunny smile, he had the quintessential innocent look. But the thing he had just given me wasn't so innocent.

"Hey, Xiang, you can keep this. You can play with it later." Qing gave me a cute smile and handed me something that looked like a car pager. It had four switches: strong, medium, weak, and off. "What...what is this?" I asked, taking the strange thing Qing gave me.

"Heh, you'll see once you turn it on," Qing replied inscrutably.

"Uh... what kind of weird thing is it now?" Seeing his expression, I squinted at him.

Looking at the thing in my hand, I switched the switch to the "off" position.

"Nothing's wrong, what are you doing?" I asked, a little annoyed.

"Um... I... I... first... first... turn it... off." Qing's face turned noticeably red.

Seeing that her expression was off, I quickly switched the switch to "off.

" "Phew... this is really interesting." After taking a breath, Qing brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Don't tell anyone, okay? I put a vibrator inside my vagina today."

As she spoke, she pulled up her uniform, revealing the receiver hanging on her skirt: "The vibrator's remote is in your hand."

"Really?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmph, you don't want it even after playing with it all day? Then give it back." Qing playfully held out her hand.

"I don't mean I don't want it, but... is this really okay?" Looking at the remote control in my hand, and then at her skirt, I asked doubtfully.

"It's fine with me, just play as much as you want." Qing gave me a big smile.

"The bus is here, let's get on first." I took Qing's hand and stepped onto the bus, of course, I put the remote control in my pocket. There weren't many people on the bus, and there was a double seat in the back. I chose to sit by the window, and Qing naturally sat next to me. She first used her hand to pull her skirt forward before slowly sitting down, and because of the curve of the skirt, it slipped up to her thighs, instantly revealing her fair skin.

A thought suddenly popped into my head, and I reached into my pocket with my right hand and quietly switched the vibrator to the weakest setting.

"Mmm... Xiang, you... you're so... bad." Qing's body went limp, and she rested her head on my shoulder. I didn't say anything, my face turned to the window, ignoring Qing. Qing put her backpack on her lap, trying to reduce the buzzing of the vibrator, but I think she was overthinking it. Sitting in the back, the sound of the bus engine had already masked the faint buzzing of the vibrator.

"Mmm... Oh... Mmm... Ah..." Qing kept making soft moans.

The junior in front of us seemed to have heard something, and turned around to look at us with a disdainful look. I think she must have thought we were doing something.

Hearing Qing's soft moans, I couldn't help but turn my head as well. A blush had already covered Qing's face, and her eyes were slightly closed, her lips sometimes biting and sometimes releasing, as if she was enjoying the stimulation brought by the vibrator.

How could I let Qing enjoy herself like that? I reached out my right hand and quickly switched the remote to "off. "

With the vibrator off, the vibration in my lower body stopped. Qing looked at me with dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, annoying, I'm enjoying myself." Qing symbolically patted my chest.

"Hehe, if you want to enjoy yourself, I'll let you enjoy yourself to your heart's content during class." I deliberately raised my voice so the girl in front of me could hear.

"Ugh, never mind, we're almost at school, let's get off." Qing turned his head away, expressing his dissatisfaction. "Haha, let's go."

I took his hand and, under the girl's gaze, led her off the bus.

Today's first class is English, and my English is terrible, but I get good grades on quizzes. Want to know the secret?

It's simple. Qing is the English tutor, responsible for quiz scores. Her scores are always above 70 or 80, since higher scores would be noticed.

Qing sat obediently in the first row. Watching her diligently copying the key points from the blackboard, I can hardly imagine the lewd expression on her face when she handed me the remote.

"Yuqing, write your answers to this morning's test on the blackboard," the teacher instructed.

"Okay," Qing replied obediently.

Qing slowly walked up to the blackboard, holding her test paper in her left hand and chalk in her right, and wrote the answers.

Since the first question had to be written higher on the blackboard, Qing stood on tiptoe and tried to raise her right hand as she wrote it. Her uniform slipped off her skirt because of the strain on her right hand. "Damn it, this idiot! The vibrator's receiver is showing! There's a wire connected to the receiver that goes inside her skirt. Oh my god, what if someone finds out?" A thought suddenly popped into my head: I suddenly wanted to see her face when she was discovered to be a slut.

I reached my right hand into my pants and turned the remote control down to a low setting. Qing's legs, which were raised, suddenly went limp, and her handwriting became crooked. Qing turned to look at me, her face showing a pleading and shy expression.

Haha, how could I let her off so easily? I pressed on and turned the switch up to medium.

Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, Qing's hands were already trembling, her legs were tightly closed, and she was dropping the chalk. The teacher noticed Qing's unusual behavior and spoke up with concern.

"Yuqing, are you alright? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...no...um...I'm...okay...um..." Qing answered, her face flushed and her voice trembling.

Because the students checked each other's answers and changed their scores for the quiz, the teacher had already stepped down from the podium and was walking among the students to see if anyone had cheated.

"If you're alright, keep writing. The other students are waiting to check their answers." It seemed the teacher hadn't noticed anything unusual about Qing's uniform, and was hurrying her along as class was about to end. As soon as she finished speaking, she went back to looking at the students' test papers.

At this moment, Qing's posture was very strange, as if she was trying to hold back the urge to defecate. Her legs were tightly pressed together, her toes pointing inwards. Although her right hand was still holding chalk on the blackboard, she wasn't writing at all; instead, she seemed to be leaning against the blackboard. Her left hand was holding onto the back of her skirt, but she didn't dare to pull it down or touch her lower body, which was radiating pleasure. After all, she was in the classroom, in front of the whole class. How could a model student touch her genitals? Although I couldn't see Qing's face, she must have been biting her lip, because I could hear her making muffled "hmm...hmm..." sounds.

But it was clear that Qing was about to reach her limit of this torment; she was straining her entire body to maintain this strange posture.

Actually, I was also afraid that if the teacher and classmates found out that Qing had a remote-controlled vibrator inserted in her vagina, and that I had the remote control, I would be in big trouble too. So I turned the remote control off, and Qing immediately relaxed. I saw her move her body slightly, and as if no one had noticed, she continued to write the rest of the answers on the blackboard.

After Qing finished writing her answers, she turned around to leave the podium and glanced at me, her face flushed. She was clearly aroused; I'm sure her underwear was soaking wet—even the teacher could tell. "What's wrong? Your face is so red. Do you have a cold?"

"No, no, I don't have a cold…" But her expression was strange and complicated. I didn't know if she was upset that I hadn't kept the vibrator running or if it had vibrated for too long and she couldn't take it anymore. Anyway, she gave me the remote herself, so I let her have it. But I still don't understand why Qing gave me the remote. Was she so naive that she didn't know what I would do? But if she were truly that naive, she wouldn't know about wireless remote-controlled vibrators. Never mind, all I know is that while I was controlling Qing, my penis remained highly erect, so hard it was almost painful. Every time I wanted to take things further with Qing, she would always make excuses, leaving me with a hard-on all day, only to end up watching porn at home to release my pent-up desire. This time, Qing has finally offered herself up, so I'm determined to torment her and let her know the pain of unfulfilled desire.

After Qing returned to her seat, I turned the switch down to a lower setting. This time, Qing's behavior wasn't as noticeable. She shifted slightly from side to side to adjust her body, then remained still. But a moment later, she twisted her waist, then tugged at her skirt, then placed her hands on her knees, then gripped the edge of the chair tightly. This was a stark contrast to Qing's usual quiet and attentive demeanor. Our mentor, who was also our English teacher, was a forty-year-old man with a slightly balding head. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and because of his thinning hairline, we always secretly called him "Mediterranean" behind his back. Later, to avoid being overheard, we simply called him "Mediterranean." Di Hai always treated the high-achieving students, especially the girls, with kindness and gentleness, but he always looked down on the boys, especially those with average grades, and was quick to scold them.

Qing consistently ranked at the top of the class, and coupled with her cute appearance and innocent, well-behaved image, every teacher doted on her. The English teacher, in particular, loved to call on students to answer questions in class. If he was in a good mood, he would call on the high-achieving, cute, or handsome students; but if he was in a bad mood, he would always call on the lower-achieving or less attractive students, and even if they answered correctly, they wouldn't receive a kind look.

It seems like Di Hai is in a good mood today. Those who stood up to answer the questions were all among the top ten most handsome men and beautiful women in the class. For the next question, Qing Qi was called on to answer.

"Translate this sentence."

Qing slowly moved her body and stood up. Because Qing wasn't very tall, only about 155 cm, she sat in the first row. I was 175 cm tall and sat in the last seat of the row next to Qing. I couldn't see her face from my seat, but her voice was very clear: "Mr. Peter, disregarding his wife's objections, decided... ah..." As Qing began to translate, the vibrator was also turned up to medium intensity. Qing probably couldn't stand the sudden stimulation and cried out, but this girl was very composed and immediately continued translating: "Decided to take his three sons... um... and two servants... ah... by train... towards the big city in the middle... Detroit... ah... um..." By the last sentence, I had turned the vibrator up to high intensity. Dihai and the other students looked up at the model student, wondering why Haru's voice and tone were different from usual.

"Is she having a cold? Her voice sounds strange. Hmm... is there some kind of buzzing sound?" Dihai, who was originally standing at the back of the classroom, started walking towards Haru while listening to the sound of the vibrator. I quickly turned the vibrator down to a low setting. "Or am I mistaken? It seems like there's no sound anymore. Haru, if you're not feeling well, you should tell the teacher." Dihai was now standing in front of Haru, shaking his head from side to side as if to confirm that he hadn't misheard, carefully listening to the sounds around him.

At this moment, Qing had already sat down, leaning against her skirt and thighs, making the sound of the vibrator very quiet and inaudible. However, the stimulation was even more intense because her legs were clenched. The small vibrator was vibrating like a naughty child, digging into her sensitive vagina and clitoris. Who would imagine that a model student and well-behaved girl in school had a vibrating egg under her skirt?

"I had a bit of a cold a couple of days ago... um, but it's okay... um." Qing was really good at making things up. With the blush on her face, although there was a slight tremor in her voice, Di Hai still believed it was because of the cold. Finally, class ended. In the ten minutes or so before it was over, I kept changing the intensity of the vibrator, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. Whenever I felt Qing was about to reach her limit or was enjoying it too much, I would turn it off. This was my time to enjoy myself, not Qing's, so I had to keep her on tenterhooks and not let her get too comfortable.

As soon as class ended, Qing ran to the bathroom, but since it was my turn to clean the blackboard, I had to obediently do it. However, I still turned on the remote control of the vibrator in my pocket and set it to medium. I know that wireless products have a limited effective range; if the distance is too far, the remote control function is lost. I only need to watch Qing's expression to know how far the effective range is. After a while, I suddenly heard a "Ah!" I turned around and saw Qing suddenly crouch down slightly in the corridor next to the classroom, as if her legs had lost their strength. Sure enough, the effective distance was about fifteen meters. I turned off the switch, took the blackboard eraser to the corridor to wipe off the chalk dust, and Qing slowly stood up and talked to her best friend: "I'm fine, I just feel weak all of a sudden. Maybe it's because I was in a rush this morning and didn't eat breakfast."

"Qing, are you on your period? Let me tell you, I feel like that too. When I have my period, I feel weak all over, and it feels like there are worms crawling in my stomach. It's painful and stuffy. My mom told me that I should eat some hot brown sugar water when this happens... and also..." It was Qing's best friend, Xingjuan, who spoke. Although she was a good person and very loyal, she was a bit talkative and couldn't stop talking once she started.

However, he was the only one who knew that Qing and I were in a relationship. Fortunately, I kept my mouth shut when I shouldn't have, otherwise I would have been targeted by some shrewish students and the school long ago. Because of this, we would deliberately keep our distance from each other at school to avoid getting into trouble, and when we wanted to go on dates, I would often need Xingjuan to act as a third wheel. Qing glanced at me, her eyes slightly dazed, but her expression held a smile, even a mischievous childish one, as if to say, "How can that be all? Let's try again." Looking at Qing's lovely face, her cheeks still flushed, her cute little lips and big, bright eyes, I suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. I wondered if what I was doing would make her look foolish in front of everyone, and if she were discovered, would her model student image be ruined?

The bell rang, and everyone rushed into the classroom. Taking advantage of the opportunity to tidy up the blackboard eraser, I slowly made my way back to the classroom, walking behind Qing and whispering, "Is this okay? Can I continue? Or should I give you back the remote?"

"I'm having so much fun, so much excitement! Don't you think it's really fun? I'm not done yet! It would be best if you could make me a little more lewd. How about this: if you keep playing with me, I'll promise you one thing, anything. Want to?" I never expected Qing's answer to be like this. The angel and the devil in my heart are incomparable; the angel was completely forgotten. The phrase "anything" reignited my desire. I could finally lose my virginity! I didn't have to spend my days hiding at home watching porn anymore! Hahaha!

Thinking about this, I can't help but recall how this girl always wears revealing clothes on dates, whether intentionally or unintentionally, completely different from the reserved girls she is in school. If her classmates saw what she wore on our dates, they definitely wouldn't believe it. If I complimented her on how pretty she was, she would lean forward slightly and pull down her already low-cut neckline a little, saying, "It's even prettier inside!" When my eyes darted towards her neckline, she would call me a pervert. During our dates, we would only hold hands at most, and occasionally I could kiss her cute lips, but she wouldn't allow me to take anything further. In the end, a man's desires can only be dedicated to photo albums.

I've decided, a man's desires will trump everything. I wanted to continue playing with the vibrator remote. Since Qing didn't mind, I also wanted to know just how lewd Qing really was. On the other hand, the intimate games we played in class earlier—that tension and excitement, that sense of conquest and pleasure of manipulating a girl—slowly welled up inside me, giving me a uniquely masculine sense of accomplishment. Beneath the skirt of that seemingly innocent, obedient girl, I could decide her pleasure with just a finger. It was a huge temptation. I decided to delve deeper into this temptation.

The second class was history, arguably the most boring one. The old male teacher, probably at least sixty years old, was teaching at the school at such an advanced age, supposedly due to certain historical factors. Some of the teachers at the school were even his students, which shows how old he was.

The lesson proceeded as follows: after opening the textbook, the teacher would begin muttering to himself, seemingly reciting the textbook's content. However, no student could understand what he was saying. This continued until the bell rang, at which point the students would close their textbooks and leave the classroom, ending the lesson. Qing also mentioned to me that even he couldn't understand what the teacher was saying during class. Occasionally, he would catch a sentence or two, but it had nothing to do with the textbook. Therefore, after about ten minutes of each history class, the entire classroom would fall into a drowsy atmosphere. Some diligent students would move to the back row and frantically study other subjects' books, since the teacher didn't seem to care.

But today was different, because I had a wireless remote control in my right pocket. It only had a simple on/off switch, but it could control the vibration of a vibrating egg inserted under the skirt of a seemingly innocent and pure-looking girl. This girl always switched seats with her classmates in history class to sit in the last row, which meant that this girl with the vibrating egg in her vagina was now sitting in the row next to me.

Since I had the whole class time, I could take it slow. I first switched the switch to low. Qing's brows furrowed slightly, and her usually large and clear eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was enduring something, or perhaps enjoying it. Two delicate, white hands, still holding pens and gripping the edges of books, were visibly straining; the pen nib had pierced the pages. Her left hand, which had been supporting the pages, was now pinching them. Her legs trembled slightly from the effort of clamping them together.

I watched Qing's expression with satisfaction, especially her eyes. I had never seen such beautiful, captivating eyes before, so deep they seemed to draw you in, as if they could speak, conveying a myriad of emotions. It was seeing Qing's eyes that made me decide to pursue her. Now, those eyes seemed to speak too; their already watery depths grew even more moist, like lakes about to overflow. Qing glanced at me, and my younger brother immediately stood up to salute her. It was so tempting; his eyes seemed to say, "Come on, come and take me over, but please be gentle, don't use force, or you'll crush me. Come and take me over."

With the vibrator switched to "medium," her eyebrows furrowed even deeper, her eyes narrowed further, and her lips parted slightly, as if calling out for something. She made some meaningless sounds, like "hmm...hmm...ahhh...hmm..." It was as if she was holding something in her mouth, giving me an urge to shove my penis into Qing's mouth. I couldn't tell if she was enduring or enjoying it; she was enjoying the pleasure coming from her lower body while enduring the pain of not being able to make a sound. It was obvious that although her gaze was on the book, her focus was blurry, and she hadn't turned the same page for ten minutes.

Her hands had already released the book and were gripping the edge of the table tightly. Her shoulders were hunched over with tension, and her legs were trembling irregularly. Accompanied by her constantly shifting waist, it was as if she was trying to meet the waves of pleasure, or perhaps trying to escape its onslaught. Fortunately, the ceiling fan was on at this moment, and the rumbling of the fan drowned out the sound of the vibrator, allowing me to unhesitatingly turn it up to the highest intensity.

Perhaps it was because she was sitting in the last row that Qing dared to be so uninhibited, but it was clear that she was still deliberately keeping the noise low. I was increasingly looking forward to seeing what kind of effect the "high" setting would have on Qing.

The intensity had been running for ten minutes straight. Qing's expression grew increasingly ecstatic, her face flushed redder, especially her lips, which looked like they were lipstick. Her eyes were completely closed, her breathing became more rapid, and the movements of her legs and waist became more pronounced and rhythmic. I suddenly wondered if this little girl was about to climax. I decided to turn off the vibrator and see her reaction.

So I switched it to off. Qing seemed a little surprised, opened her eyes and glanced at me, her eyes seeming to say, "Why did you stop?" Then she slowly closed her eyes again, her whole body beginning to relax very, very slowly. After a minute, seeing that Qing seemed to have relaxed enough, I suddenly turned the vibrator switch to "strong."

Qing jumped up from the chair as if bitten by a snake, letting out a cry of "Ah!" However, Qing was quite clever. She immediately bit her left hand and lay on the table, as if she were sleeping in class, while her right hand pressed down on her skirt, trying to reduce the stimulation and the constant onslaught of pleasure. Anyway, there were relatively few students who weren't asleep in this class. A few who heard the cries turned around to look for a moment, and then went back to sleep.

Qing seemed unable to cope with the intensity of the "strong" stimulation. Her mouth was tightly biting her left arm, but she was still making "ah ah ah" sounds, which grew louder and louder. Her whole body was tightly curled up. Seeing this, I quickly turned off the vibrator. Only then did Qing let out a big breath and slowly relax, panting heavily, looking very tired. I lay there like that for twenty minutes until the bell rang. When Qing got up, I was shocked because her eyes were full of tears, and she looked very aggrieved. I rushed over and asked her what was wrong, if she was okay.

Qing suddenly reached out and slapped me, and quite hard, on the arm, and said, "Ugh, I was enjoying myself, why did you suddenly turn it off?" Luckily, class had just ended, and the classroom was in chaos, so no one noticed the corner of the classroom.

"You can't do that next time, you made me drip on the floor."

I followed her gaze and saw that there were indeed a few drops of liquid on the floor, probably her vaginal fluid. But this was too much.

"I need to go to the restroom to clean up." I thought so too; there was so much vaginal fluid, her underwear must be overflowing. Suddenly, a mischievous thought popped into my head. Since the teacher hadn't used the blackboard at all this class, I wasn't supposed to be on duty. I decided to go to the restroom with her.

I turned on the "weak" setting on the remote control of the vibrator and followed Qing towards the restroom. I didn't intend to follow her into the girls' restroom; I just wanted to see how Qing would walk while being stimulated by the vibrator. But it turned out to be so interesting. Qing tried hard to maintain her balance and normal walking posture, but the stimulation from the vibrator made her stop after two or three steps, even squatting down. Even when she was walking, it seemed like she was enduring something.

"I was wondering why it was still moving. Turns out you followed me out. Ah... um... you're so... bad... ah..." Qing thought that it would be fine once she left the remote control's range, but after walking a while, the vibrator under her skirt was still moving. She turned around and saw me behind her.

At this moment, Di Hai reappeared. It seemed he was going to teach the class next to ours. As soon as he saw Qing squatting down and looking very sad

, he came over. "Mei Qing, are you having a cold flare-up? Your face is so red. If you're feeling very uncomfortable, go to the infirmary and rest. You... you... that's you. What's your name, Xiang? Ask who's on duty today. Go with Yu Qing to the infirmary."

How annoying! He doesn't even remember my name. He only has eyes for pretty female students.

"Teacher, I'm on duty today." Just then, the bell rang for class. Di Hai looked at his watch and said hurriedly, "Okay, it's you. Accompany your classmate to the infirmary. You don't need to attend this class. I'll ask the Chinese teacher for leave for you. I have to hurry to class too. Honestly, we're handing out test papers this class. I need to hurry. I'll go to the infirmary after class."

And so, I openly helped Qing walk to the infirmary, of course, the vibrator was still on.

Qing squinted her eyes and leaned on my shoulder, walking with difficulty, constantly making sounds like "Ah... um... I can't take it anymore." Hearing Qing's murmurs, I was almost at my limit too.

We finally made it to the infirmary, only to find a sign on the door: "The nurse is teaching this period. Please wait inside or come back next period. For emergencies, please call 09xxxxx."

I turned off the remote control for the vibrator and asked Qing, "Should we come back next period?"

"Idiot, of course we should go in first! I'm dripping again!" I noticed a few more drops of colorless, transparent liquid dripping from Qing's skirt. This girl is so sensitive.

We went into the infirmary. The furnishings were quite simple: two or three tables and a medicine cart. There were some mannequins on the cabinet, and two hospital beds in the adjacent room. Actually, the nurse is very kind. Sometimes when I don't want to go to class, I'll pretend to be sick and come to the infirmary. I'll chat with her for a period, then sleep on the hospital bed for another period. My aunt always says, "You're adults now. If you don't want to go to class, I won't force you to sit in the classroom, but you need to know what you're doing and be responsible for your actions." I

helped Qing to the hospital bed, made her lie down, and then quietly pressed the switch on the vibrator...

"Ah...that's good...I can make a sound now...ah...it feels so good." The infirmary is located at the very edge of the school, next to the sports equipment room, so no noise will be heard, which is why it's a good place for me to catch up on sleep.

As Qing spoke, her right hand reached inside her skirt, ignoring my staring eyes. Her left hand wasn't idle either, grabbing her breasts through her clothes.

"Ah...that's great...so good...ahhh..." Seeing the girl I liked masturbating in front of me, I couldn't resist, and my lewd hand reached for her breasts.

"No, get your hands off me, you can't touch me." My hand was slapped twice. It's always like this; if my hands misbehave, I get scolded, sometimes even hit. But seeing this scene today, even though I was screaming, she wouldn't let anyone touch me. It's outrageous! The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, wondering how to teach this seemingly innocent but secretly lewd girl a lesson.

Wait a minute, Qing said she'd do me a favor. I originally wanted Qing to have sex with me and lose her virginity. But I can't swallow this pride, and now I can use it. I turned off the vibrator, but Qing's hands moved even more vigorously, as if trying to replace the lost vibration with her hands. "Qing, you said you'd promise me something."

"Yeah, anything, ah...it feels so good."

"Okay, I want you to not touch your own body with your hands today, no matter what you're doing, absolutely not." Qing froze when she heard this, opening her eyes, which had been closed in enjoyment, as if in disbelief.

"My own hands can't touch myself?" An immense pleasure surged within me. Although I lost the chance to have sex, seeing Qing's surprised expression, I couldn't help but admire myself. I'm a genius.

"That's right, and to prevent you from cheating, you can't touch your body with anything you touch." I'm preventing Haru from holding the vibrator or using it through her clothes, otherwise it defeats my purpose. I don't want you to only enjoy yourself.

"Okay, I promise you." After a moment, Haru blurted out these words and slowly took her hand out from under her skirt.

"What if you break the rules?"

"If I break the rules, I'll grant you one more promise for each time I break them, and the original promises will remain the same."

"Okay, then I'm relieved." After saying that, she turned the vibrator back on and adjusted it to a low intensity.

As soon as the buzzing sound appeared, Qing's expression became hazy again, and she made indistinct sounds. Her hands unconsciously moved towards her skirt, but as soon as she moved, she remembered my command, so she had to grip the sheets tightly on both sides, squeeze her legs together desperately, and keep shifting her body. Seeing that the opportunity was not to be missed, I grabbed Qing's chest with my right hand. Qing's reflex was to hit my arm, and hit it particularly hard, as if to retaliate against my command. It hurt, but I wasn't unhappy at all. "Very good, I have one more thing for you to do. I said that nothing your hands touch can touch your body. You hit my hand, and my hand is on your body, which is the same as you touching your own body."

"How can this be... ah... um... it's not fair... ah."

"What's fair or not? You just agreed to it yourself, and all the conditions were clearly stated. You just didn't notice." After saying that, I started to unbutton the two buttons on the front of Qing's uniform, revealing a pink bra. This was the first time I had seen Qing's underwear. The bra was decorated with lace, a very cute style, very suitable for a cute girl like Qing. However, what surprised me was that the bra was a front-fastening style, which was a perfect match for Qing's inner lewd nature.

Qing instinctively reached out to cover her breasts and push my hand away, but the thought of touching her again and having to do something else made her afraid to imagine what tricks I might play on her, so her hand froze in mid-air. Meanwhile, the vibrating egg below continued to send waves of pleasure through her, her body involuntarily twisting, creating a beautiful scene.

Seeing Qing's struggle only fueled my lust, and a sadistic instinct began to rise within me. I wanted to further torment this beautiful, angelic-faced, wanton woman before me. I gently unbuttoned the front clasp with both hands, and her heavy breasts popped out. Qing wasn't tall, and many classmates assumed her figure wouldn't be anything special, but that wasn't the case. Qing had a very slim waist, only 23 inches, and although she was only a C cup, she had the visual effect of a D cup. Her buttocks were also perky, making her figure appear like an S-shape from the side. Qing deliberately wore a larger size uniform to conceal her beautiful figure. Now, of course, she couldn't hide it anymore. Perhaps because she rarely saw the sun, her breasts were white and tender, and seemed ready to drip moisture at any moment.

Looking at Qing's firm breasts and pale pink areolas, they were truly exquisite. Of course, I didn't hold back, grabbing one in each hand and beginning to savor them.

Mmm, it feels so soft, like cotton candy, or like a warm steamed bun. It's such a comfortable touch. I squeezed it a little harder, letting my fingers sink into its flesh, and watched as it changed shape in my hand like mochi. It felt so wonderful and comfortable. I gently touched the tips of the nipples and found they were still firm and erect, completely different from mine. It's amazing. I gently rubbed the nipples, letting my palm and fingers glide over them, and heard a moan, "Ah...no there...don't touch me..." So this is a sensitive area. Well, I won't hold back then.

I deliberately turned off the vibrator first, then pressed my lips to Qing's and began to kiss her. My hands attacked her breasts, kneading her soft, white breasts as if trying to squeeze water out of them. Qing couldn't make a sound because I had blocked her mouth, only letting out "Ugh... Ahh..." sounds from her throat. Before, my kisses with Qing were always shallow, but even so, I still enjoyed Qing's lips.

I gently stuck out my tongue, and to my surprise, Qing also stuck out her tongue. We kissed deeply, exchanging saliva. It turned out that this little girl's true nature had just not been discovered before. Listening to Qing's moans, and feeling the intoxicating sensation in my hands, my pants were already bulging high. I really couldn't wait to get my gun in and start the battle.

"Turn it on! I'm so itchy down there, don't keep me in suspense, you're a bad person, just give it to me already!" The vibrator down there remained motionless, only her breasts were being stimulated, neither going up nor down, and she couldn't use her hands to do it herself, this little slut was starting to get impatient. If her classmates heard these words coming from the mouth of Qing, who was usually a bit dazed and had a sweet face, they would definitely think they were dreaming.

"You've got it all, the vibrator is vibrating, but what about me? Who's going to comfort my hard little brother?"

"But... if you touch my breasts, I can't use my hands to help you." Having just been punished once, Qing was quite smart and didn't dare to do it again.

"Besides your hands, there are other ways to help me!" I can finally throw away my seventeen years of virginity.

I saw Qing tilt her head and think for a moment. Her cheeks, which were already as red as apples, suddenly turned as red as Guan Yu's.

"You're such a bad person, then don't touch me anymore..." Unexpectedly, Qing suddenly pulled down my zipper, reached into my "reservoir," and pulled out my already proud and erect penis. The dark glans was already showing a lewd smell due to the lubrication of secretions. Qing actually swallowed it in one gulp.

I was stunned for a moment. In an instant, I felt a warm temperature on my penis. The soft touch slowly moved from the tip to the side, and then my entire penis was surrounded by a warm touch, as if it were soaking in warm water, while hundreds of tiny soft worms massaged and sucked my penis. Is this oral sex? How can it feel so good? I feel like my penis is melting, and I unconsciously let out a soft moan, "Ah...so good...so comfortable."

"I want some too, hurry up and turn it on, it's so itchy down there! Come and touch my breasts, squeeze them." Qing put her hands behind her back and quickly swallowed and spit out my penis with her mouth, saying things that were unclear.

Although this was different from what I expected, but...whatever, I quickly turned on the vibrator and adjusted it to a low intensity. My hands returned to Qing's breasts, and I rubbed and kneaded them even harder.

"Ah...that's it...mmm...so good, so comfortable." The position we were in now was incredibly lewd. Qing was kneeling between my legs, her hands behind her back, her shoulders resting on my thighs. Her breasts were hanging down, peeking out from under her uniform with only two or three buttons undone. Her neck was moving rapidly as she swallowed and released my penis with her mouth, while a vibrating egg was constantly going off inside her vagina. I was squeezing Qing's breast with one hand and holding her hair with the other, moving it back and forth. Watching my penis appear and disappear in Qing's mouth, Qing's expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Looking at Qing's cute face, her soft lips swallowing and releasing my ugly penis, this incongruous visual stimulation was amazing. Coupled with the unparalleled pleasure coming from my hand and penis, I felt my penis swell even more in Qing's throat. I never thought my penis could swell up so much. So this is what sex feels like!

I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure coming from my lower body. That feeling was a million times better than using my hand. The soft, moist mouth, plus the slightly rough taste buds on my tongue scraping against my penis, and my lips contracting into an "O" shape as they released my penis, scraping the most sensitive edge of the glans, made me feel more and more pleasure.

This continued for three to five minutes. As the pleasure intensified, I noticed Qing's swallowing and thrusting slowed; her mouth must have gotten tired. Qing slightly opened her eyes, looking at me with pleading eyes. Seeing her helpless and innocent expression, a desire to further ravage her arose within me.

I turned the vibrator to medium intensity and made Qing kneel on the bed, keeping my penis inside her mouth. I couldn't bear to leave her warm mouth, so I stood up. Qing looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Tired? Let me take over." I placed both hands on Qing's hair and started moving my hips, my penis going in and out of Qing's mouth again. It felt so good; men really do like the feeling of being in control. "I'm fucking Qing's mouth, you know?" I never thought those words would come out of my mouth, but I found that saying them aloud gave me even more pleasure, a feeling of conquest. It was truly "amazing." And Qing's mouth seemed even tighter; when my penis was about to withdraw, I could feel a suction force holding onto the glans, making it even more comfortable. I started to feel like something wanted to ejaculate inside me.

I looked down at Qing, who was swallowing and releasing my penis.

"I'm going to cum!" I started thrusting my hips harder and more violently, each thrust reaching the deepest part of Qing's throat before withdrawing. I gripped Qing's head tightly to prevent her from pulling back, and Qing began to moan, "Ahhh... I... want to... ah... I'm coming... ah... I'm coming... I'm coming!" Qing's whole body clenched tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, I felt wave after wave of pleasure surging through my lower body. I climaxed, ejaculating stream after stream of viscous fluid into Qing's mouth. This was the most I'd ever ejaculated; even I was surprised at how much I'd ejaculated. It was truly amazing, incredibly comfortable.

I reluctantly pulled away from Qing's mouth only after I was sure I had finished ejaculating. I slumped onto the bed, turned off the vibrator, and watched as Qing's expression slowly relaxed.

Finally, Qing opened her eyes and looked at me with a complex expression—not angry or sad, but not happy either. I looked at Qing, unable to tell what she was thinking. I wondered what she was feeling about what had just happened between us.

Then I suddenly realized that Qing hadn't made a sound, and noticed her mouth was bulging. My semen was still inside her mouth. I quickly looked around for tissues or a towel. Just then, the school bell rang over the loudspeaker. Class is over. We spent the whole period playing in the infirmary. Is this what they mean by happy times always fly by?

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the infirmary door: "Li Yuqing, are you there? Are you alright?" It's Di Hai. That old geezer actually let class early to see Qing. Pervert! Would he be this concerned if a male classmate was sick? Oh no! Qing and I are still not properly dressed. If we're discovered, Qing's image and reputation will be ruined.

"Strange, why is no one here? Could they be in the break room?" The voice got closer and closer. This is serious. Suddenly, Qing lay down, pointed at me, then at the person beside her. I understood and quickly pulled the blanket over us both, pressing myself close to her, pretending she was alone.

"Li Yuqing, are you in there? I need to come in." Di Hai was already at the break room door. I suddenly remembered that our shoes were still by the bed. If my shoes were seen, it would give us away, but there wasn't time to hide them again. Just then, another familiar voice came: "Teacher Chen, what brings you here? Is something the matter?" It was the nurse. Perhaps there was hope.

"Nurse Zhang, have you seen Li Yuqing from my class here? She's not feeling well, so I asked another student from my class to come with her."

"I just came back from nursing class. They're probably in the break room inside!" In that short time, I immediately got out of bed, pushed my shoes under the bedside table, and returned to my original position. I've never been so efficient in my life. Just as I finished pulling the covers up, I heard the door open.

"Sure enough, she's here. Li seems to be asleep. Her face is flushed; let me check if she has a fever. Hmm... her forehead and face are hot. I'll take a thermometer to check. In that case, I'll wake Li up first. Li Yuqing, Li Yuqing. Wake up..." After a slight shaking, I heard Qing mumble, "Hmm..." I suddenly realized that the semen was still in Qing's mouth, and she hadn't had time to clean it out. No wonder her voice was muffled.

"Li, I need to take your temperature. Do you want it oral or under your arm?"

"Let's take his armpit temperature then. I don't even know if the thermometer was properly sterilized." Dead Sea, he's probably just looking for a chance to feast his eyes. He makes it sound so nice. But if we take his armpit temperature, and the blanket is pulled back, Qing and I will be exposed to the light. You know, Qing's two big breasts are still outside her uniform, enjoying the cool air.

"Teacher Chen, please be polite. The equipment here is extremely sterilized and hygienic. I won't use it on a student if it hasn't been thoroughly sterilized."

"Nurse Zhang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to say… well… it's always better to be careful, don't you think… haha…" That's so satisfying! Dead Sea, serves him right. The nurse ignored him and went straight to Qing, saying, "I respect students' opinions. Li, which side do you want to have measured?" I leaned against Qing, and to avoid being noticed, I put my head next to her chest. I was sure I heard a "gulp" and then Qing's voice: "Thank you, nurse. I'll take your temperature now. I heard that oral temperature is more accurate." Qing's pronunciation was still so clear and articulate. Wait, how could she speak so clearly with her mouth full of semen? That means Qing swallowed all my semen. Thinking of this, my little brother stood up again, much to my dismay.

"Okay, open your mouth, okay, hold it for three minutes without moving. By the way, Ms. Chen, didn't you say that another student came with her?"

"It's okay, it's more important to see Li Yuqing's condition." Di Hai's bias towards girls was fully revealed. And so, the nurse and Di Hai started chatting casually.

Now that the crisis was over, and this was a rare opportunity, I naturally had to make good use of it. My hand slowly climbed up to Qing's breasts and started kneading them again. They felt amazing, but the raisins were soft, not as firm as before. Afraid of being discovered, I dared not make any large movements with my hands. I gently and slowly traced circles and arcs, stroking the skin inch by inch from the periphery to the center, as if to confirm its location. Then, I slowly stroked back outward from the center, and gradually I noticed that the raisins were starting to stand up again. So I focused on the center. I used my fingertips and palms to gently glide over and touch the nipple, sliding from my fingertips to my palms, and then gently sliding my palms from side to side to touch the protrusion. Sometimes I gently rotated it with two fingers, and sometimes I pushed the nipple back and forth with my index finger, like pushing a roly-poly toy. It was so much fun, and I enjoyed this game in this small space.

"Ah... um," Qing couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Then I heard the nurse's voice: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Oh, right, you got so caught up in our conversation that you forgot the time. Are you reminding me that three minutes are up? Okay, okay, let me see. Hmm, thankfully you don't have a fever. Strangely, your face and forehead still feel a little hot."

"Teacher Chen, I think it's best to let Li rest for another class period. The bell is about to ring, so please let the teacher know for the next class. I have a free period this time, and I'll take care of her here."

"Okay, I have to go to class now. Today has the most classes of the week, it's really tiring. I'll be going now."

Not long after Di Hai left, the class bell rang, but then she heard an announcement: "Nurse Zhang from the infirmary, Nurse Zhang from the infirmary, please come to the Student Affairs Office immediately, thank you." Basically, the school rarely makes announcements after the class bell rings; they usually try to announce them after class to avoid disturbing students. There must be something important.

"Nurse, it's okay for you to go. I'll sleep a little longer, it'll be fine."

"What a good student. I'll be right back. You should rest for a bit."

"The nurse is gone. Hurry up and come out so you don't get caught." After confirming that the nurse had left the infirmary, Qing quickly threw off the covers and called me out. Because it was really stuffy under the covers, I quickly got out and turned off the vibrator. When I turned around, I saw Qing's two beautiful, white breasts were still exposed, with a few scratch marks on them. My little brother immediately stood up.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and tidy yourself up. Auntie doesn't know when she'll be back." I had no choice but to shove my already erect brother back into my pants, straighten my uniform a little, and re-tie my belt. When I turned around again, I found that Qing had just wrapped the covers around herself again and hadn't straightened her clothes.

"Didn't you tell me to hurry up and get dressed? Why haven't you done anything?"

"I don't know who said that I can't even touch myself today, how am I supposed to get dressed? Hurry up and come here." I never thought that my unintentional order would bring me so many benefits. I must be a genius, hahaha.

"Okay, okay, so little Qingqing can't dress herself. Uncle will help you. Come on, sweetie, pull the blanket down." Although Qingqing was very helpless, she had no choice but to obediently and slowly lift the blanket so I could help her dress. Looking at Qingqing's two white and tender breasts, I naturally secretly touched them a few times first. Qingqing's expression was strange, with a bit of helplessness, a bit of shyness, and a bit of something I couldn't figure out. I fastened the front clasp of Qing's bra and the buttons on her uniform, then stood to the side. Unexpectedly, Qing twisted her body and said very softly, "Is this all done?" "

Yeah, what else?"

"Don't you know that after a girl's bra is fastened, she should lean forward and move her breasts around a bit to make it okay? Otherwise, it will feel uncomfortable and easily sag and develop accessory breasts." Oh my god, this is so troublesome. So I had no choice but to open Qing's uniform again and start moving her breasts with my hands.

"You need to put your hands a little further in from behind and push them forward, ah... don't keep touching my nipples... um... hurry up and take them out..." Because of the bra, my hands were trapped between her breasts, and the soft touch became a different kind of firmness. Because of our position, my hand almost completely covered her breast, and her nipple was rubbing against the base of my palm. Her nipple seemed to be a very sensitive spot for Qing; whenever I touched it, she would start to writhe and moan unconsciously, and her nipple would slowly become erect. I started to consider whether I should help Qing put on her bra every day.

I realized that my feelings were changing. Before, Qing's grades were better than mine, and her family was wealthier. In our relationship, I would do whatever Qing asked me to do, and I wouldn't do what she forbade me to do. Xingjuan even said I spoiled Qing too much and lacked masculinity. (Although I always felt she was finding fault with me, and everything I did was wrong,) only I knew that subconsciously I felt I wasn't good enough for Qing, so I wanted to fulfill any of her demands so that Qing would stay by my side. But after everything that had just happened, I could control Qing's pleasure with one hand, decide whether she could have an orgasm, even touch and grab her breasts, make her perform oral sex on me, and even ejaculate into her mouth and make her swallow it.

An unparalleled sense of accomplishment and control arose in my mind. This young girl in front of me belonged to me, and I could do whatever I wanted to her. It was a sense of conquest unique to men, and I enjoyed that sense of conquest, which would also push me further.

As I vaguely thought about it, I continued to touch—no, squeeze—one of Qing's breasts, then the other. Qing was panting again.

"Okay, is that alright now?" Qing's expression was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Perhaps it was because she'd swallowed my semen; she'd never looked so shy before. She shifted her body, as if about to say something. Just then, the nurse returned, and Qing quickly lay down and covered herself with the blanket. I stood obediently to the side.

"Hong Mingxiang, what are you doing here? So you're the one who brought Li here. I didn't see you earlier. Where were you?" The nurse asked, somewhat surprised, when she saw me.

"I just went to the restroom and came back."

"Yuqing, are you alright? Are you still feeling unwell?" The nurse didn't say anything more after hearing this and turned to ask about Yuqing's condition.

"Thank you for your concern, Auntie. I probably rushed to school this morning and didn't have breakfast, so I'm a bit weak. Plus, I had a slight cold a couple of days ago, but now I'm... much... better... um..." Watching Qing lie without batting an eye, I wanted to see her "blush." I turned the vibrator to the "weak" setting, and Qing's speech became incoherent again, her face turning red.

"Li, are you alright? Your face is red again." "

I... I'm fine, I'll lie down for a bit... ah... I'm all better." I had already turned the intensity to "medium."

"Okay, your temperature was normal just now. I'll stay outside; call me if you need anything. Hong, come out with me, let's chat, and maybe you can help me out." The nurse probably thought it was a little strange for a man and a woman to be alone in the same room.

My aunt and I went to the outpatient clinic, where she told me that the data she was supposed to submit a week later now had to be submitted the next day, and that the announcement had just been made about it. So, she needed my help organizing some data. My aunt is usually very kind to me, and I wanted to help her in any way I could, so we started working diligently.

After a while, maybe ten minutes or so, the door to the rest room suddenly opened, and Qing peeked out from behind it, her face even redder than before.

"Auntie… um… I need to… ah… the toilet." Qing's behavior was strange, and I suddenly realized that the vibrator was still on. This little girl might have already had several orgasms. I quickly turned it off.

"Li, are you feeling better? Shall I go with you?"

"I'm feeling a bit better, Auntie, you don't need to come with me. It'll be more convenient for Hong to go with me." It's more convenient for a boy to accompany a girl to the restroom? But Auntie was so stressed about this data that she didn't think much of it and agreed.

I walked side-by-side with Qing.

"You can go to the restroom by yourself, why do you need me to come with you?" If people saw a boy accompanying a girl to the restroom, they'd laugh and say he wasn't manly. Unexpectedly, Qing glared at me fiercely without saying a word. When we reached the women's restroom, Qing quickly went in, but came out just as quickly. Looking around, she suddenly grabbed my hand and ran into the restroom, rushing to the last stall, closing and locking the door.

Before I could even figure things out, Qing and I were squeezed face-to-face in this small space. I was less than ten centimeters from her face; I could even see myself reflected in her large, watery eyes. Looking at her lovely face, her dark, bright eyes, especially her slightly upturned lips, and even her delicate, fair skin with a rosy glow, my heart fluttered. I gently kissed her lips. Qing looked incredulous, but her expression quickly turned shy. It was a side of Qing I had never seen before. Perhaps the incident in the infirmary had slowly changed her mindset.

I watched her expression shift several times before she finally spoke, both shyly and hurriedly.

"I need to use the restroom, hurry up and help me take off... take off my pants. Quickly." In an instant, I finally understood why Qing had pulled me in. It seemed my unintentional command had brought me quite a few benefits. She couldn't very well ask the nurse to help her take off her pants, could she?

I squatted down and put my hands inside Qing's skirt. The first thing I touched was her smooth thigh; the delicate skin felt so good to the touch. I slowly moved my hand upwards until I touched the waistband of her panties. I was so moved! My hands involuntarily slipped through the seams of her pants and reached behind, touching her full, round, perky buttocks. Why is it that even though they're all buttocks, Qing's buttocks are so delicate? Just touching them made my penis hard again. My big hands grabbed her two big buttocks and rubbed them back and forth, enjoying the warm, plump feel. I really wanted to press my face against those buttocks and enjoy it.

"Okay, stop touching me, hurry up and take them off. I'm in a hurry." Hearing Qing's words, I reluctantly withdrew, grabbing the waistband with both hands and slowly pulling it down. At first, it felt very tight and I couldn't pull it off, but then I slowly managed to pull it off. I slowly took them off, wanting to savor this moment. It was amazing! Gradually, I saw pink panties appear before my eyes, a very cute style, probably a matching set with the bra.

Then I saw the crotch of the panties—completely soaked, a complete mess. Although there was a cotton pad on top, it was clearly not enough. Colorless liquid had seeped into the panties outside the pad, even the panties underneath were soaked in liquid, the whole pair of panties looked like they had been soaked in water. Qing is so lewd, or maybe just too sensitive. I pulled the panties down to knee height, and then I noticed something—shouldn't there be a vibrator? Why can't I see it? Did Qing take it off herself? Impossible, that would be Qing disobeying my orders.

"Qing, where's your vibrator?"

"The vibrator, the vibrator is still... inside."

"Inside? Where inside?" I was a little confused. In my mind, a vibrator should be between the underwear and a girl's vagina.

"Idiot. It's inside the vagina. You have to pull the remote control wire to take it out." Qing pointed to the remote control receiver sticking out above her skirt. I looked at the wire in surprise. Wasn't the vibrator inside Qing's body? I didn't know a girl's body could hide such a thing. That's amazing. So I reached out and pulled the wire of the remote control above her skirt to pull it up, but Qing quickly stopped me.

"You can't pull it from here, it won't come out like that. You have to pull it down from... from the seam under the skirt." "How am I supposed to know where the seam is? Should I just lift the skirt up?"

"No! Um, please don't. You can find it by feeling upwards." Qing's tone started to change. It became more like a little girl's. Hearing this tone, I couldn't bring myself to be harsh. I had no choice but to agree.

I started to touch Qing's thighs again with both hands, but this time I was touching the inside of her thighs. I thought the seam should be on the inside, so it should be easier to find it from the inside.

But Qing's behavior was completely different from before. She kept dodging and weaving, twisting her legs non-stop.

"Don't move! I won't be able to touch the line like that."

"Who told you to keep touching me there! It feels so...refreshing." The higher I touched, the more delicate Qing's skin became. I had never imagined that someone could have such delicate skin. Suddenly, the area I touched felt wet and slippery. This must be the fluid Qing secreted. It was wet and slippery, and felt wonderful, somewhat like massage oil.

I couldn't help but circle my fingertips around Qing's thighs, as if playing with them, to feel the smooth texture. But Qing started to moan softly because of this.

"Ah...stop playing, that will...um...feel very good. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry, please." As far as I can remember, this was the first time Qing had ever said "please."

I continued playing the little game with my left hand, while my right hand continued to move upwards along the source of the lubricant. Qing's body was trembling slightly, as if anticipating my hand or nervous because she was getting close to that most private place.

I touched it, my fingertips felt something wet. I turned my hand over, the first thing I felt was a softer but not smoother touch, then I felt hair touching my hand, moist, the wet hair touching my hand, I felt a warm breath, I moved towards the center. The first sensation I felt upon touching her was "wet" and "hot." I had touched Qing's most private area. It felt like soft, wrinkled skin soaking in water. I gently caressed that soft, tender flesh, and Qing began to tremble. She seemed to lose her footing and leaned forward slightly. She tried to steady me with her hands, but instead leaned forward and grabbed the bathroom door. As a result, Qing's breasts fell right in front of me, and my head was completely submerged in Qing's large breasts.

My hand groped around, and suddenly I felt a wire—it must be the remote control wire for the vibrator. I groped around a bit more and discovered that when I touched a certain spot, Qing would vibrate particularly intensely. It was a small, smooth bead; I figured that must be the most sensitive spot for a woman.

That wicked thought of mine resurfaced, and I turned the vibrator back to a low intensity. Immediately, my hand felt the vibration from her vagina. Qing looked up at me with an incredulous expression, then immediately fell into a state of both pain and pleasure. My hand felt the vibration from the vibrator through a membrane, and it was immediately soaked with the overflowing fluid. My left hand moved from behind Qing's buttocks towards her vulva, while my right hand continuously scooped up the overflowing vaginal fluid and smeared it on her clitoris, stimulating it relentlessly. At first, Qing managed to maintain soft moans, but soon she couldn't take it anymore and began to cry out.

"Ah...ah...no more...no...um...I'm going to...I'm going to...I'm going to...come again...ah..." Qing's clitoris suddenly swelled up and became very firm. A gush of vaginal fluid gushed out of her vulva, and her whole body began to tremble violently. Unexpectedly, Qing reached another orgasm in a short period of time. Then Qing slowly went limp, her whole body collapsing onto me. I also turned off the vibrator.

Just now in the infirmary, because I also ejaculated at the same time, I hadn't been in the mood to watch Qing's orgasm. But now I'm clearly watching a girl, right in front of me, climax through my hand. The way she climaxed was truly beautiful; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a miracle. At that moment, Qing was a beauty I'd never seen before. Before, she was at most "pretty" or "cute," but now Qing radiated a mature beauty, even "gorgeous" and "alluring." The climax dyed her originally rosy cheeks the red of the setting sun, as if all the crimson colors in the world had been spilled onto her face. Her hazy expression was innocent, yet wicked, both endearing and captivating. It was as if all the most beautiful expressions in the world were concentrated on the same girl's face.

Looking at Qing, I realized I liked her more than ever before, and I loved her very, very much. A thought welled up inside me: I was willing to do anything for her, just to make her happy.

I helped Qing up, carefully brushed her hair aside, and held her in my arms so she could feel my warmth. I waited for her orgasm to subside.

"Are you okay? Did you feel better? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I asked Qing softly. Unexpectedly, Qing seemed very embarrassed and said in a very low voice, "No...no need, I already...I already peed when I felt the best." After saying that, her face turned bright red, and she lowered her head and didn't say anything more. So it turns out that what I heard about girls peing when they feel the best, called "squirting," is true. No wonder so much flowed onto my hand so quickly. So that was urine, but I didn't find it dirty at all. For some reason, I started carefully tidying Qing's clothes, reaching under her skirt to wipe her vulva and thighs clean with toilet paper. There wasn't a hint of eroticism in my actions; I was just focused on making sure Qing was dressed and groomed. Her panties were so wet, I had to take them off and put them in my pocket. A few minutes later, I had finished getting Qing ready. Anyone who didn't know would never guess we'd just been intimate in the bathroom.

Qing went out to check if anyone was around before calling me out. On the way back to the infirmary, we were like complete strangers, both shy and hesitant to speak. Just before entering the infirmary, Qing whispered "thank you" to me.

She's my girlfriend.

She's a very well-behaved girl, at least that's how she seemed before I got her. However, after we started dating, I discovered that she's a girl who appears innocent on the outside but is actually quite promiscuous on the inside, at least in front of me. But despite her promiscuity, she never lets me into her body. As a result, I'm still a virgin, and I don't know if she is.

Oh! I forgot to mention, I'm a typical college student, a sophomore this year. Qing and I are in the same class, and she's the girl I worked hard to win over after a year. In the eyes of our classmates, Qing is very well-behaved, really well-behaved, and a little naive.

So I want to emphasize again, she's very innocent.

Her house is very close to mine, but far from school. So we always met at the bus stop in the morning to take the bus to school together. The story begins at the bus stop.

Today the sun wasn't shining brightly, and the air wasn't cold—a perfect day for an outing. Qing and I waited for the bus at the bus stop, but unfortunately, we weren't going out; we were going to school. Qing was wearing the school's standard semi-transparent sailor uniform today, with a skirt that he had specially tailored, about five centimeters above his knees. He had his hair in a ponytail, and wore glasses that would make any girl look a bit dazed. With his sunny smile, he had the quintessential innocent look. But the thing he had just given me wasn't so innocent.

"Hey, Xiang, you can keep this for yourself. Try it out later." Qing gave me a cute smile and handed me something that looked like a car pager. It had four switches: strong, medium, weak, and off. "What... what is this?" I asked, taking the strange thing Qing gave me.

"Heh, you'll see once you turn it on." Qing replied mysteriously.

"Uh... what's this weird thing again?" I squinted at him, seeing his expression.

Looking at the thing in my hand, I switched the switch to the weak position.

"What's wrong? What are you doing?" I asked, a little annoyed.

"Um... I... I... first... first... turn it... off." Qing's face turned noticeably red.

Seeing that her expression was off, I quickly switched the switch to off.

"Phew...this seems really fun." Qing took a breath and brought her mouth close to my ear, whispering, "Don't tell anyone, okay? I put a vibrator inside my vagina today."

As she spoke, she pulled up her uniform, revealing the receiver hanging on her skirt: "The vibrator's remote is in your hand."

"Really?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmph, you don't want it after playing with it all day? Then give it back." Qing playfully held out her hand.

"I don't mean I don't want it, but...is this really okay?" Looking at the remote in my hand and then at her skirt, I asked doubtfully.

"I'm fine with it, go ahead and play with it." Qing gave me a big smile.

"The bus is here, let's get on first." I took Qing's hand and stepped onto the bus, of course, putting the remote in my pocket. The bus wasn't crowded, and there was a spare seat in the back. I chose a window seat, and Qing naturally sat next to me. She first used her hand to pull her skirt forward before slowly sitting down. Because of the curve, the skirt rode up to her thighs, instantly revealing her fair skin.

A thought suddenly popped into my head, and my right hand slipped into my pocket to turn the vibrator down to the weakest setting.

"Mmm... Xiang, you... you're so... bad." Qing's body went limp, and she rested her head on my shoulder. I didn't say anything, looking out the window, ignoring Qing. Qing put her bag on her lap, trying to reduce the buzzing of the vibrator, but I think she was overthinking it. Sitting in the back, the sound of the bus engine already masked the faint buzzing of the vibrator.

"Mmm... oh... mmm... ah..." Qing kept making soft moaning sounds.

The girl in front of us seemed to have heard something. She turned around and gave us a disdainful look. I think she must have thought we were doing something.

Hearing Qing's soft moans, I couldn't help but turn my head. A blush had spread across Qing's face, her eyes were slightly closed, and her lips were biting and releasing, as if she was enjoying the stimulation from the vibrator.

How could I let Qing enjoy herself like that? I reached out my right hand and quickly switched the remote to off.

After the vibrator was turned off, the vibration in her lower body also disappeared. Qing looked at me with dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, annoying, I was enjoying myself." Qing symbolically patted my chest.

"Hehe, if you want to enjoy yourself, I'll let you enjoy yourself to the fullest during class." I deliberately raised my voice so the girl in front of me could hear.

"Ugh, forget it, we're almost at school, let's get off." Qing turned his head away, expressing his dissatisfaction. "Haha, let's go."

I took his hand and led her off the bus under her gaze.

Today's first class was English, and my English is terrible, but my quiz scores are very good. Want to know the secret?

It's simple, because Qing is the English tutor, specializing in quiz scores. My scores are always above 70 or 80, after all, too high and they'll find out.

Qing sat obediently in the first row. Watching Qing diligently copying the key points on the blackboard, I think it's hard to imagine the lewd expression on Qing's face when she handed me the remote control, right?

"Yuqing, write your answers to this morning's test on the blackboard," the teacher instructed.

"Okay," Qing replied obediently.

Qing slowly walked up to the blackboard, holding her test paper in her left hand and chalk in her right, and wrote the answers.

Because the first question needed to be written higher on the blackboard, Qing stood on tiptoe and tried to raise her right hand as she wrote it. Her uniform, because of the pulling of her right hand, slipped off the skirt. Damn it, this idiot, the vibrator receiver is showing! There's a wire connected to the receiver that goes inside her skirt! Oh my god, what if someone finds out? A thought suddenly popped into my head: I suddenly wanted to see what it would be like if she were discovered to be a slutty girl.

I slipped my right hand into my pants and turned the remote control down to a low setting. Suddenly, Qing's legs, which had been propped up, gave way, and her handwriting became crooked and shaky. Qing glanced back at me, a pleading and shy expression on her face.

Haha, how could I let her off so easily? I pressed on, turning the switch up to medium.

Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, Qing's hands were already trembling, her legs were tightly closed, and she was shaking. The teacher noticed Qing's unusual behavior and asked with concern,

"Yuqing, are you alright? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...no...um...I'm...okay...um..." Qing answered, her face flushed and her voice trembling.

Because students check each other's answers and change scores for the quiz, the teacher had already stepped down from the podium and was walking among the students to see if anyone had cheated.

"If you're okay, keep writing. The other students are waiting to check their answers." It seemed the teacher hadn't noticed anything unusual about Qing's uniform, and was hurrying her along as class was about to end. As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at the students' test papers again. At

this moment, Qing's posture was very strange, as if she was holding back the urge to defecate. Her legs were tightly pressed together, her toes pointing inwards. Although her right hand was still holding chalk on the blackboard, she wasn't writing at all; instead, she seemed to be leaning against the blackboard. Her left hand was holding the back of her skirt, but she didn't dare to pull it down or touch the throbbing pleasure emanating from her lower body. After all, this was in the classroom, in front of the whole class. How could a model student possibly touch his genitals? Although I couldn't see Qing's face at that moment, he was definitely biting his lip, because I could hear him making muffled "hmm...hmm..." sounds.

But it was clear that Qing was almost unable to bear this torture; he was straining his entire body to maintain a very strange posture.

Actually, I was also afraid that if the teacher and classmates found out that Qing had a vibrating egg inserted in his vagina, and that I had the remote control, I would be in big trouble too. So I turned the remote control off, and Qing immediately relaxed. I saw him move his body slightly, and as if no one had noticed, he continued to write the rest of the answers on the blackboard.

After Qing finished writing her answers, she turned around to leave the podium and glanced at me, her face flushed. She was clearly aroused; I'm sure her underwear was soaking wet—even the teacher could tell. "What's wrong? Your face is so red. Do you have a cold?"

"No, no, I don't have a cold…" But her expression was strange and complicated. I didn't know if she was upset that I hadn't kept the vibrator running or if it had vibrated for too long and she couldn't take it anymore. Anyway, she gave me the remote herself, so I let her have it. But I still don't understand why Qing gave me the remote. Was she so naive that she didn't know what I would do? But if she were truly that naive, she wouldn't know about wireless remote-controlled vibrators. Never mind, all I know is that while I was controlling Qing, my penis remained highly erect, so hard it was almost painful. Every time I wanted to take things further with Qing, she would always make excuses, leaving me with a hard-on all day, only to end up watching porn at home to release my pent-up desire. This time, Qing has finally offered herself up, so I'm determined to torment her and let her know the pain of unfulfilled desire.

After Qing returned to her seat, I turned the switch down to a lower setting. This time, Qing's behavior wasn't as noticeable. She shifted slightly from side to side to adjust her body, then remained still. But a moment later, she twisted her waist, then tugged at her skirt, then placed her hands on her knees, then gripped the edge of the chair tightly. This was a stark contrast to Qing's usual quiet and attentive demeanor. Our mentor, who was also our English teacher, was a forty-year-old man with a slightly balding head. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and because of his thinning hairline, we always secretly called him "Mediterranean" behind his back. Later, to avoid being overheard, we simply called him "Mediterranean." Di Hai always treated the high-achieving students, especially the girls, with kindness and gentleness, but he always looked down on the boys, especially those with average grades, and was quick to scold them.

Qing consistently ranked at the top of the class, and coupled with her cute appearance and innocent, well-behaved image, every teacher doted on her. The English teacher, in particular, loved to call on students to answer questions in class. If he was in a good mood, he would call on the high-achieving, cute, or handsome students; but if he was in a bad mood, he would always call on the lower-achieving or less attractive students, and even if they answered correctly, they wouldn't receive a kind look.

It seems like Di Hai is in a good mood today. Those who stood up to answer the questions were all among the top ten most handsome men and beautiful women in the class. For the next question, Qing Qi was called on to answer.

"Translate this sentence."

Qing slowly moved her body and stood up. Because Qing wasn't very tall, only about 155 cm, she sat in the first row. I was 175 cm tall and sat in the last seat of the row next to Qing. I couldn't see her face from my seat, but her voice was very clear: "Mr. Peter, disregarding his wife's objections, decided... ah..." As Qing began to translate, the vibrator was also turned up to medium intensity. Qing probably couldn't stand the sudden stimulation and cried out, but this girl was very composed and immediately continued translating: "Decided to take his three sons... um... and two servants... ah... by train... towards the big city in the middle... Detroit... ah... um..." By the last sentence, I had turned the vibrator up to high intensity. Dihai and the other students looked up at the model student, wondering why Haru's voice and tone were different from usual.

"Is she having a cold? Her voice sounds strange. Hmm... is there some kind of buzzing sound?" Dihai, who was originally standing at the back of the classroom, started walking towards Haru while listening to the sound of the vibrator. I quickly turned the vibrator down to a low setting. "Or am I mistaken? It seems like there's no sound anymore. Haru, if you're not feeling well, you should tell the teacher." Dihai was now standing in front of Haru, shaking his head from side to side as if to confirm that he hadn't misheard, carefully listening to the sounds around him.

By this time, Qing had already sat down, leaning against her skirt and thighs, making the sound of the vibrator very quiet and inaudible. However, the stimulation was even more intense because her legs were clenched. The small vibrator was vibrating like a naughty child, digging into her sensitive vagina and clitoris. Who would imagine that a model student and well-behaved girl in school had a vibrating egg under her skirt?

"I had a slight cold a couple of days ago... um, but it's okay... um," Qing was really good at making things up. With her flushed face and slight tremor in her voice, Di Hai still believed it was just a cold. Finally, class ended. In the ten minutes or so before it was over, I kept changing the intensity of the vibrator, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. Whenever I felt Qing was about to reach her limit or was enjoying it too much, I would turn it off. This was my time to enjoy myself, not Qing's, so I had to keep her in suspense and not let her get too comfortable.

As soon as class ended, Qing ran to the bathroom. Since it was my turn to clean the blackboard, I had to obediently do it. However, I still turned on the remote control of the vibrator in my pocket and set it to medium. I knew that these wireless products had a limited effective range; if the distance was too far, the remote control wouldn't work. I could tell how far the effective range was just by looking at Qing's expression. After a while, I suddenly heard a "Ah!" I turned around and saw Qing suddenly squat down slightly in the corridor next to the classroom, as if her legs had lost their strength. Sure enough, the effective range was about fifteen meters. I turned off the switch, took the blackboard eraser to the corridor to wipe off the chalk dust, and Qing slowly stood up and talked to her best friend: "I'm fine, I just feel weak all of a sudden. Maybe it's because I was in a rush this morning and didn't eat breakfast."

"Qing, are you on your period? Let me tell you, I feel like that too. When I have my period, I feel weak all over, and it feels like there are worms crawling in my stomach. It hurts and feels stuffy. My mom told me that I should eat some hot brown sugar water when this happens... and also..." It was Qing's best friend, Xingjuan, who spoke. Although he's a nice person and very loyal, he's a bit of a chatterbox; once he starts talking, he can't stop.

However, he's the only one who knows that Qing and I are in a relationship. Luckily, I kept my mouth shut when I shouldn't have, otherwise I would have been targeted by some shrewish students and the school long ago. Because of this, we deliberately kept our distance from each other at school to avoid getting into trouble, and when we wanted to go on dates, I often needed Xingjuan to act as a third wheel. Qing glanced at me, her eyes slightly dazed, but her expression held a smile, even a mischievous childish one, as if to say, "How can that be all? Let's try again." Looking at Qing's lovely face, her cheeks still flushed, her cute little lips and big, bright eyes, I suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. I wondered if what I was doing would make her look foolish in front of everyone, and if she were discovered, would her model student image be ruined?

The bell rang, and everyone rushed into the classroom. Taking advantage of the opportunity to tidy up the blackboard eraser, I slowly made my way back to the classroom, walking behind Qing and whispering, "Is this okay? Can I continue? Or should I give you back the remote?"

"I'm having so much fun, so much excitement! Don't you think it's really fun? I'm not done yet! It would be best if you could make me a little more lewd. How about this: if you keep playing with me, I'll promise you one thing, anything. Want to?" I never expected Qing's answer to be like this. The angel and the devil in my heart are incomparable; the angel was completely forgotten. The phrase "anything" reignited my desire. I could finally lose my virginity! I didn't have to spend my days hiding at home watching porn anymore! Hahaha!

Thinking about this, I can't help but recall how this girl always wears revealing clothes on dates, whether intentionally or unintentionally, completely different from the reserved girls she is in school. If her classmates saw what she wore on our dates, they definitely wouldn't believe it. If I complimented her on how pretty she was, she would lean forward slightly and pull down her already low-cut neckline a little, saying, "It's even prettier inside!" When my eyes darted towards her neckline, she would call me a pervert. During our dates, we would only hold hands at most, and occasionally I could kiss her cute lips, but she wouldn't allow me to take anything further. In the end, a man's desires can only be dedicated to photo albums.

I've decided, a man's desires will trump everything. I wanted to continue playing with the vibrator remote. Since Qing didn't mind, I also wanted to know just how lewd Qing really was. On the other hand, the intimate games we played in class earlier—that tension and excitement, that sense of conquest and pleasure of manipulating a girl—slowly welled up inside me, giving me a uniquely masculine sense of accomplishment. Beneath the skirt of that seemingly innocent, obedient girl, I could decide her pleasure with just a finger. It was a huge temptation. I decided to delve deeper into this temptation.

The second class was history, arguably the most boring one. The old male teacher, probably at least sixty years old, was teaching at the school at such an advanced age, supposedly due to certain historical factors. Some of the teachers at the school were even his students, which shows how old he was.

The lesson proceeded as follows: after opening the textbook, the teacher would begin muttering to himself, seemingly reciting the textbook's content. However, no student could understand what he was saying. This continued until the bell rang, at which point the students would close their textbooks and leave the classroom, ending the lesson. Qing also mentioned to me that even he couldn't understand what the teacher was saying during class. Occasionally, he would catch a sentence or two, but it had nothing to do with the textbook. Therefore, after about ten minutes of each history class, the entire classroom would fall into a drowsy atmosphere. Some diligent students would move to the back row and frantically study other subjects' books, since the teacher didn't seem to care.

But today was different, because I had a wireless remote control in my right pocket. It only had a simple on/off switch, but it could control the vibration of a vibrating egg inserted under the skirt of a seemingly innocent and pure-looking girl. This girl always switched seats with her classmates in history class to sit in the last row, which meant that this girl with the vibrating egg in her vagina was now sitting in the row next to me.

Since I had the whole class time, I could take it slow. I first switched the switch to low. Qing's brows furrowed slightly, and her usually large and clear eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was enduring something, or perhaps enjoying it. Two delicate, white hands, still holding pens and gripping the edges of books, were visibly straining; the pen nib had pierced the pages. Her left hand, which had been supporting the pages, was now pinching them. Her legs trembled slightly from the effort of clamping them together.

I watched Qing's expression with satisfaction, especially her eyes. I had never seen such beautiful, captivating eyes before, so deep they seemed to draw you in, as if they could speak, conveying a myriad of emotions. It was seeing Qing's eyes that made me decide to pursue her. Now, those eyes seemed to speak too; their already watery depths grew even more moist, like lakes about to overflow. Qing glanced at me, and my younger brother immediately stood up to salute her. It was so tempting; his eyes seemed to say, "Come on, come and take me over, but please be gentle, don't use force, or you'll crush me. Come and take me over."

With the vibrator switched to "medium," her eyebrows furrowed even deeper, her eyes narrowed further, and her lips parted slightly, as if calling out for something. She made some meaningless sounds, like "hmm...hmm...ahhh...hmm..." It was as if she was holding something in her mouth, giving me an urge to shove my penis into Qing's mouth. I couldn't tell if she was enduring or enjoying it; she was enjoying the pleasure coming from her lower body while enduring the pain of not being able to make a sound. It was obvious that although her gaze was on the book, her focus was blurry, and she hadn't turned the same page for ten minutes.

Her hands had already released the book and were gripping the edge of the table tightly. Her shoulders were hunched over with tension, and her legs were trembling irregularly. Accompanied by her constantly shifting waist, it was as if she was trying to meet the waves of pleasure, or perhaps trying to escape its onslaught. Fortunately, the ceiling fan was on at this moment, and the rumbling of the fan drowned out the sound of the vibrator, allowing me to unhesitatingly turn it up to the highest intensity.

Perhaps it was because she was sitting in the last row that Qing dared to be so uninhibited, but it was clear that she was still deliberately keeping the noise low. I was increasingly looking forward to seeing what kind of effect the "high" setting would have on Qing.

The intensity had been running for ten minutes straight. Qing's expression grew increasingly ecstatic, her face flushed redder, especially her lips, which looked like they were rouged with lipstick. Her eyes were completely closed, her breathing became more rapid, and the movements of her legs and waist became more pronounced and rhythmic. I suddenly wondered if this little girl was about to climax. I decided to turn off the vibrator and see her reaction.

So I switched it to off. Qing seemed a little surprised, opened her eyes and glanced at me, her eyes seeming to say, "Why did you stop?" Then she slowly closed her eyes again, her whole body beginning to relax very, very slowly. After a minute, seeing that Qing seemed to have relaxed enough, I suddenly turned the vibrator switch to "strong."

Qing jumped up from her chair as if bitten by a snake, letting out a cry of "Ah!" But Qing was really clever; she immediately bit her left hand and lay on the table, as if she were sleeping in class, while her right hand pressed directly against her skirt, trying to reduce the stimulation and the constant onslaught of pleasure. Anyway, there were relatively few students who weren't asleep in class; a few who heard the cry turned around to look a few times before going back to sleep.

Qing seemed unable to withstand the intensity of the "strong" vibrator. She bit her left arm tightly, still letting out loud cries of "Ahhh!" as her body tensed up. Seeing this, I quickly turned it off. Qing finally let out a long sigh, slowly relaxing, panting heavily, looking exhausted. She remained like that for twenty minutes until the bell rang. When Qing got up, I was startled because her eyes were full of tears, and she looked utterly wronged. I rushed over and asked her what was wrong, if she was alright.

Qing suddenly reached out and slapped me hard across the arm, then said, "Ugh, I was enjoying myself, why did you turn it off so suddenly?" Luckily, class had just ended, and the classroom was in chaos, so no one noticed the corner of the room.

"Don't do that next time, you made me drip all over the floor."

I followed her gaze and saw that there were indeed a few drops of liquid on the floor, probably her vaginal fluid. But this was too much.

"I need to go to the restroom to clean up." I thought so too; with so much vaginal fluid, her underwear must be completely soaked. At that moment, I suddenly had a mischievous thought. Since the teacher hadn't used the blackboard at all this class, I didn't have to be on duty. I went to the restroom to check.

I turned on the "weak" switch on the remote control for the vibrator and followed Haru towards the restroom. I didn't intend to follow her into the girls' restroom; I just wanted to see Haru walking while being stimulated by the vibrator. But it turned out to be quite amusing. Haru tried hard to maintain her balance and normal walking posture, but the stimulation from the vibrator caused her to stop after two or three steps or even squat down. Even when she was walking, it seemed like she was enduring something.

"I was wondering why it was still moving. Turns out you were following me. Ah... um... you're so... bad... ah..." Haru thought that it would be fine once she got out of the remote's range, but after walking a while, the vibrator under her skirt was still moving. She turned around and saw me behind her. At this moment,

Di Hai reappeared. It seemed he was going to teach the class next to ours. As soon as he saw Haru squatting down and looking distressed, he came over.

"Meiqing, are you having a cold flare-up? Your face is so red. If you're feeling unwell, go to the infirmary and rest. Um...you...you...it's you, what's your name, Xiang? Ask who's on duty today. Go with Yuqing to the infirmary."

How annoying! He doesn't even remember my name. He only has eyes for pretty female students.

"Teacher, I'm on duty today." Just then, the bell rang for class. Dihai looked at his watch and said hurriedly, "Okay, it's you. Go with your classmate to the infirmary. You don't need to attend this class. I'll ask the Chinese teacher for leave for you. I need to hurry to class too. Honestly, we're handing out test papers this class. I need to hurry. I'll go to the infirmary after class."

And so, I openly helped Qing to the infirmary, of course, the vibrator was still on.

Qing, with her eyes half-closed, leaned slightly on my shoulder as she walked with difficulty, constantly making sounds like "Ah... um... I can't take it anymore." Hearing Qing's murmurs, I realized I was almost at my limit too. We

finally reached the infirmary, only to find a sign on the door: "The nurse is in class today. Please wait inside or come back next class. For emergencies, please call 09xxxxx."

I turned off the remote control for the vibrator and asked Qing, "Should we come back next class?"

"Idiot, of course we should go in first! I've started dripping again!" I noticed a few more drops of colorless, transparent liquid dripping from Qing's skirt. This girl is so sensitive.

We went into the infirmary. The furnishings were simple: two or three tables and a medicine cart, some mannequins on the cabinet, and two hospital beds in the adjacent room. Actually, the nurse is a very nice person. Sometimes when I don't want to go to class, I'll pretend to be sick and come to the infirmary to chat with her for a whole class period, then lie on the bed and sleep for another class period. The nurse always says, "You're adults now. If you don't want to go to class, I won't force you to sit in the classroom, but you need to know what you're doing and be responsible for your actions."

I helped Qing to the bed, made her lie down, and then quietly pressed the switch on the vibrator...

"Ah...that's good...I can make a sound now...ah...it feels so good." The infirmary is located at the very edge of the school, next to the sports equipment room, so no noise can be heard, which is why it's a good place for me to catch up on sleep.

As Qing was talking, her right hand reached inside her skirt, ignoring my staring eyes, and her left hand wasn't idle either, starting to grab her breasts through her clothes.

"Ah...so good...so good...ahhh..." Seeing the girl I like masturbating in front of me, I couldn't resist, and my lewd hand reached out to touch her breasts.

"No, get your hand away, you can't touch me." My hand was slapped twice. It's always like this; if my hands misbehave, I get scolded, sometimes even hit. But seeing this scene today, even though I was moaning, she wouldn't let anyone else touch me. It's outrageous! The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, wondering how to teach this seemingly innocent but secretly lewd girl a lesson.

Wait a minute, Qing said she'd do me a favor. I originally wanted Qing to have sex with me and lose her virginity. But I can't swallow this pride, and now I can use it. I turned off the vibrator, but Qing's hands moved even more vigorously, as if trying to replace the lost vibration with her hands. "Qing, you said you'd promise me something."

"Yeah, anything, ah...it feels so good."

"Okay, I want you to not touch your own body with your hands today, no matter what you're doing, absolutely not." Qing froze when she heard this, opening her eyes, which had been closed in enjoyment, as if in disbelief.

"My own hands can't touch myself?" An immense pleasure surged within me. Although I lost the chance to have sex, seeing Qing's surprised expression, I couldn't help but admire myself. I'm a genius.

"That's right, and to prevent you from cheating, you can't touch your body with anything you touch." I'm preventing Haru from holding the vibrator or using it through her clothes, otherwise it defeats my purpose. I don't want you to only enjoy yourself.

"Okay, I promise you." After a moment, Haru blurted out these words and slowly took her hand out from under her skirt.

"What if you break the rules?"

"If I break the rules, I'll grant you one more promise for each time I break them, and the original promises will remain the same."

"Okay, then I'm relieved." After saying that, she turned the vibrator back on and adjusted it to a low intensity.

As soon as the buzzing sound appeared, Qing's expression became hazy again, and she made indistinct sounds. Her hands unconsciously moved towards her skirt, but as soon as she moved, she remembered my command, so she had to grip the sheets tightly on both sides, squeeze her legs together desperately, and keep shifting her body. Seeing that the opportunity was not to be missed, I grabbed Qing's chest with my right hand. Qing's reflex was to hit my arm, and hit it particularly hard, as if to retaliate against my command. It hurt a lot, but I was not unhappy at all. "Very good, I have another thing for you to do. I said that whatever your hands touch cannot touch your body. You hit my hand, and my hand is on your body, which is the same as you touching your own body."

"How can this be... ah... um... it's not fair... ah!"

"What's fair or unfair? You just agreed to it yourself, and all the conditions were clearly stated. You just didn't notice." After saying that, I started to unbutton the two buttons on the front of Qing's uniform, revealing a pink bra. This was the first time I had seen Qing's underwear. The bra was decorated with lace, a very cute style, very suitable for a cute girl like Qing. However, what surprised me was that the bra was a front-fastening style, which was a perfect match for Qing's inherently lewd nature.

Qing subconsciously reached out to cover her breasts and push my hand away, but when she thought about what I would do if I touched her again, she dared not imagine what tricks I would come up with to mess with her. Her hand froze in mid-air, not daring to move. But the vibrating egg below continued to send waves of pleasure through me, causing my body to writhe involuntarily, creating a beautiful scene.

Seeing Qing struggling like this only fueled my lust, and a sadistic instinct began to rise within me. I wanted to take even more advantage of this beautiful, angelic-faced, wanton woman before me. I gently unbuttoned the front clasp with both hands, and her heavy breasts popped out. Qing wasn't tall, and many classmates assumed her figure wouldn't be anything special, but that wasn't the case. Qing had a very slim waist, only 23 inches, and although she was only a C cup, she had the visual effect of a D cup. Her buttocks were also perky, making her figure appear like an S-shape from the side. Qing deliberately wore a larger size uniform to conceal her beautiful figure. Now, of course, she couldn't hide it anymore. Perhaps because she rarely saw the sun, her breasts were white and tender, and seemed ready to drip moisture at any moment.

Looking at Qing's firm breasts and pale pink areolas, they were truly exquisite. Of course, I didn't hold back, grabbing one in each hand and beginning to savor them.

Mmm, it feels so soft, like cotton candy, or like a warm steamed bun. It's such a comfortable touch. I squeezed it a little harder, letting my fingers sink into its flesh, and watched as it changed shape in my hand like mochi. It felt so wonderful and comfortable. I gently touched the tips of the nipples and found they were still firm and erect, completely different from mine. It's amazing. I gently rubbed the nipples, letting my palm and fingers glide over them, and heard a moan, "Ah...no there...don't touch me..." So this is a sensitive area. Well, I won't hold back then.

I deliberately turned off the vibrator first, then pressed my lips to Qing's and began to kiss her. My hands attacked her breasts, kneading her soft, white breasts as if trying to squeeze water out of them. Qing couldn't make a sound because I had blocked her mouth, only letting out "Ugh... Ahh..." sounds from her throat. Before, my kisses with Qing were always shallow, but even so, I still enjoyed Qing's lips.

I gently stuck out my tongue, and to my surprise, Qing also stuck out her tongue. We kissed deeply, exchanging saliva. It turned out that this little girl's true nature had just not been discovered before. Listening to Qing's moans, and feeling the intoxicating sensation in my hands, my pants were already bulging high. I really couldn't wait to get my gun in and start the battle.

"Turn it on! I'm so itchy down there, don't keep me in suspense, you're a bad person, just give it to me already!" The vibrator down there remained motionless, only her breasts were being stimulated, neither going up nor down, and she couldn't use her hands to do it herself, this little slut was starting to get impatient. If her classmates heard these words coming from the mouth of Qing, who was usually a bit dazed and had a sweet face, they would definitely think they were dreaming.

"You've got it all, the vibrator is vibrating, but what about me? Who's going to comfort my hard little brother?"

"But... if you touch my breasts, I can't use my hands to help you." Having just been punished once, Qing was quite smart and didn't dare to do it again.

"Besides your hands, there are other ways to help me!" I can finally throw away my seventeen years of virginity.

I saw Qing tilt her head and think for a moment. Her cheeks, which were already as red as apples, suddenly turned as red as Guan Yu's.

"You're such a bad person, then don't touch me anymore..." Unexpectedly, Qing suddenly pulled down my zipper, reached into my "reservoir," and pulled out my already proud and erect penis. The dark glans was already showing a lewd smell due to the lubrication of secretions. Qing actually swallowed it in one gulp.

I was stunned for a moment. In an instant, I felt a warm temperature on my penis. The soft touch slowly moved from the tip to the side, and then my entire penis was surrounded by a warm touch, as if it were soaking in warm water, while hundreds of tiny soft worms massaged and sucked my penis. Is this oral sex? How can it feel so good? I feel like my penis is melting, and I unconsciously let out a soft moan, "Ah...so good...so comfortable."

"I want some too, hurry up and turn it on, it's so itchy down there! Come and touch my breasts, squeeze them." Qing put her hands behind her back and quickly swallowed and spit out my penis with her mouth, saying things that were unclear.

Although this was different from what I expected, but...whatever, I quickly turned on the vibrator and adjusted it to a low intensity. My hands returned to Qing's breasts, and I rubbed and kneaded them even harder.

"Ah...that's it...mmm...so good, so comfortable." The position we were in now was incredibly lewd. Qing was kneeling between my legs, her hands behind her back, her shoulders resting on my thighs. Her breasts were hanging down, peeking out from under her uniform with only two or three buttons undone. Her neck was moving rapidly as she swallowed and released my penis with her mouth, while a vibrating egg was constantly going off inside her vagina. I was squeezing Qing's breast with one hand and holding her hair with the other, moving it back and forth. Watching my penis appear and disappear in Qing's mouth, Qing's expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Looking at Qing's cute face, her soft lips swallowing and releasing my ugly penis, this incongruous visual stimulation was amazing. Coupled with the unparalleled pleasure coming from my hand and penis, I felt my penis swell even more in Qing's throat. I never thought my penis could swell up so much. So this is what sex feels like!

I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure coming from my lower body. That feeling was a million times better than using my hand. The soft, moist mouth, plus the slightly rough taste buds on my tongue scraping against my penis, and my lips contracting into an "O" shape as they released my penis, scraping the most sensitive edge of the glans, made me feel more and more pleasure.

This continued for three to five minutes. As the pleasure intensified, I noticed Qing's swallowing and thrusting slowed; her mouth must have gotten tired. Qing slightly opened her eyes, looking at me with pleading eyes. Seeing her helpless and innocent expression, a desire to further ravage her arose within me.

I turned the vibrator to medium intensity and made Qing kneel on the bed, keeping my penis inside her mouth. I couldn't bear to leave her warm mouth, so I stood up. Qing looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Tired? Let me take over." I placed both hands on Qing's hair and started moving my hips, my penis going in and out of Qing's mouth again. It felt so good; men really do like the feeling of being in control. "I'm fucking Qing's mouth, you know?" I never thought those words would come out of my mouth, but I found that saying them aloud gave me even more pleasure, a feeling of conquest. It was truly "amazing." And Qing's mouth seemed even tighter; when my penis was about to withdraw, I could feel a suction force holding onto the glans, making it even more comfortable. I started to feel like something wanted to ejaculate inside me.

I looked down at Qing, who was swallowing and releasing my penis.

"I'm going to cum!" I started thrusting my hips harder and more violently, each thrust reaching the deepest part of Qing's throat before withdrawing. I gripped Qing's head tightly to prevent her from pulling back, and Qing began to moan, "Ahhh... I... want to... ah... I'm coming... ah... I'm coming... I'm coming!" Qing's whole body clenched tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, I felt wave after wave of pleasure surging through my lower body. I climaxed, ejaculating stream after stream of viscous fluid into Qing's mouth. This was the most I'd ever ejaculated; even I was surprised at how much I'd ejaculated. It was truly amazing, incredibly comfortable.

I reluctantly pulled away from Qing's mouth only after I was sure I had finished ejaculating. I slumped onto the bed, turned off the vibrator, and watched as Qing's expression slowly relaxed.

Finally, Qing opened her eyes and looked at me with a complex expression—not angry or sad, but not happy either. I looked at Qing, unable to tell what she was thinking. I wondered what she was feeling about what had just happened between us.

Then I suddenly realized that Qing hadn't made a sound, and noticed her mouth was bulging. My semen was still inside her mouth. I quickly looked around for tissues or a towel. Just then, the school bell rang over the loudspeaker. Class is over. We spent the whole period playing in the infirmary. Is this what they mean by happy times always fly by?

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the infirmary door: "Li Yuqing, are you there? Are you alright?" It's Di Hai. That old geezer actually let class early to see Qing. Pervert! Would he be this concerned if a male classmate was sick? Oh no! Qing and I are still not properly dressed. If we're discovered, Qing's image and reputation will be ruined.

"Strange, why is no one here? Could they be in the break room?" The voice got closer and closer. This is serious. Suddenly, Qing lay down, pointed at me, then at the person beside her. I understood and quickly pulled the blanket over us both, pressing myself close to her, pretending she was alone.

"Li Yuqing, are you in there? I need to come in." Di Hai was already at the break room door. I suddenly remembered that our shoes were still by the bed. If my shoes were seen, it would give us away, but there wasn't time to hide them again. Just then, another familiar voice came: "Teacher Chen, what brings you here? Is something the matter?" It was the nurse. Perhaps there was hope.

"Nurse Zhang, have you seen Li Yuqing from my class here? She's not feeling well, so I asked another student from my class to come with her."

"I just came back from nursing class. They're probably in the break room inside!" In that short time, I immediately got out of bed, pushed my shoes under the bedside table, and returned to my original position. I've never been so efficient in my life. Just as I finished pulling the covers up, I heard the door open.

"Sure enough, Li seems to be asleep. Her face is flushed; let me check if she has a fever. Hmm... her forehead and face are hot. I'll take a thermometer to check. In that case, I'll wake Li up first. Li Yuqing, Li Yuqing. Wake up..." After a slight shaking, I heard Qing mumble, "Hmm..." I suddenly realized that the semen was still in Qing's mouth, and she hadn't had time to clean it out. No wonder her voice was muffled.

"Li, I need to take your temperature. Do you want me to take it orally or under your arm?"

"I'll take it under my arm. I don't even know if the thermometer is properly sterilized." Damn it, she probably just wants to see if she can get a taste of her own medicine. Making it sound so nice. However, if we were to take their armpit temperatures, the moment the blankets were opened, Qing and I would be exposed to the light and die. You see, Qing's two large breasts are still exposed to the sun outside her uniform.

"Teacher Chen, please be polite. The equipment here is extremely rigorous in its sterilization and hygiene. I won't use it on students without thorough sterilization."

"Nurse Zhang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to say… well… it's always better to be careful, don't you think… haha…" It's truly gratifying. Di Hai, serves him right. The nurse ignored him and went straight to Qing, saying, "I respect students' opinions. Li, which side do you want to have measured?" I leaned against Qing, and to avoid being noticed, I put my head next to her chest. I was sure I heard a "gulp" and then Qing's voice: "Thank you, nurse. I'll take your temperature now. I heard that oral temperature is more accurate." Qing's pronunciation was still so clear and articulate. Wait, how could she speak so clearly with her mouth full of semen? That means Qing swallowed all my semen. Thinking of this, my little brother stood up again, much to my dismay.

"Okay, open your mouth, okay, hold it for three minutes without moving. By the way, Ms. Chen, didn't you say that another student came with her?"

"It's okay, it's more important to see Li Yuqing's condition." Di Hai's bias towards girls was fully revealed. And so, the nurse and Di Hai started chatting casually.

Now that the crisis was over, and this was a rare opportunity, I naturally had to make good use of it. My hand slowly climbed up to Qing's breasts and started kneading them again. They felt amazing, but the raisins were soft, not as firm as before. Afraid of being discovered, I dared not make any large movements with my hands. I gently and slowly traced circles and arcs, stroking the skin inch by inch from the periphery to the center, as if to confirm its location. Then, I slowly stroked back outward from the center, and gradually I noticed that the raisins were starting to stand up again. So I focused on the center. I used my fingertips and palms to gently glide over and touch the nipple, sliding from my fingertips to my palms, and then gently sliding my palms from side to side to touch the protrusion. Sometimes I gently rotated it with two fingers, and sometimes I pushed the nipple back and forth with my index finger, like pushing a roly-poly toy. It was so much fun, and I enjoyed this game in this small space.

"Ah... um," Qing couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Then I heard the nurse's voice: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Oh, right, you got so caught up in our conversation that you forgot the time. Are you reminding me that three minutes are up? Okay, okay, let me see. Hmm, thankfully you don't have a fever. Strangely, your face and forehead still feel a little hot."

"Teacher Chen, I think it's best to let Li rest for another class period. The bell is about to ring, so please let the teacher know for the next class. I have a free period this time, and I'll take care of her here."

"Okay, I have to go to class now. Today has the most classes of the week, it's really tiring. I'll be going now."

Not long after Di Hai left, the class bell rang, but then she heard an announcement: "Nurse Zhang from the infirmary, Nurse Zhang from the infirmary, please come to the Student Affairs Office immediately, thank you." Basically, the school rarely makes announcements after the class bell rings; they usually try to announce them after class to avoid disturbing students. There must be something important.

"Nurse, it's okay for you to go. I'll sleep a little longer, it'll be fine."

"What a good student. I'll be right back. You should rest for a bit."

"The nurse is gone. Hurry up and come out so you don't get caught." After confirming that the nurse had left the infirmary, Qing quickly threw off the covers and called me out. Because it was really stuffy under the covers, I quickly got out and turned off the vibrator. When I turned around, I saw Qing's two beautiful, white breasts were still exposed, with a few scratch marks on them. My little brother immediately stood up.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and tidy yourself up. Auntie doesn't know when she'll be back." I had no choice but to shove my already erect brother back into my pants, straighten my uniform a little, and re-tie my belt. When I turned around again, I found that Qing had just wrapped the covers around herself again and hadn't straightened her clothes.

"Didn't you tell me to hurry up and get dressed? Why haven't you done anything?"

"I don't know who said that I can't even touch myself today, how am I supposed to get dressed? Hurry up and come here." I never thought that my unintentional order would bring me so many benefits. I must be a genius, hahaha.

"Okay, okay, so little Qingqing can't dress herself. Uncle will help you. Come on, sweetie, pull the blanket down." Although Qingqing was very helpless, she had no choice but to obediently and slowly lift the blanket so I could help her dress. Looking at Qingqing's two white and tender breasts, I naturally secretly touched them a few times first. Qingqing's expression was strange, with a bit of helplessness, a bit of shyness, and a bit of something I couldn't figure out. I fastened the front clasp of Qing's bra and the buttons on her uniform, then stood beside her. Unexpectedly, Qing shifted her body slightly before speaking very softly, "Is that all?"

"Yeah, what else?"

"Don't you know that after a girl's bra is fastened, she needs to lean forward and move her breasts around a bit to make it okay? Otherwise, it will feel uncomfortable and easily sag and develop accessory breasts." Oh my god, this is so troublesome. So I had no choice but to open Haru's uniform again and start moving her breasts with my hands.

"You need to put your hand in a little further back and push it forward, ah... don't keep touching my nipples... um... hurry up and take them out..." Because of the bra's restriction, my hand was trapped between the two, and the originally soft touch became a different kind of firmness. And because of the position, my hand almost completely covered her breasts, and the nipples were rubbing against the base of my palm. The nipples seemed to be a very sensitive spot for Haru; as soon as I touched them, she would start to twist her body, unconsciously moan, and her nipples would slowly stand up. I started to consider whether I should help Qing put on her bra every day.

I realized that my feelings had changed. Before, Qing's grades were better than mine, and her family was richer. In our relationship, I would do whatever Qing asked me to do, and I wouldn't do what she forbade me to do. Xingjuan even said that I spoiled Qing too much and lacked masculinity. (Although I always felt that she was trying to find fault with me, and that everything I did was problematic.) But only I knew that subconsciously I always felt that I was not good enough for Qing, so I wanted to meet any of her demands so that Qing would be willing to stay by my side. But after everything that had just happened, I could control Qing's pleasure with one hand, decide whether she could have an orgasm, and even touch and grab her breasts. I even made her give me oral sex and ejaculated into her mouth, making her swallow it.

An unparalleled sense of accomplishment and control arose in my mind. This young girl in front of me belonged to me, and I could do whatever I wanted to her. It was a sense of conquest unique to men, and I enjoyed that sense of conquest, which would also push me further.

As I vaguely thought about this, I touched—no, squeezed—one of Qing's breasts, and then squeezed the other. Qing was panting again.

"Okay, is that alright now?" Qing's expression was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I wondered if it was because she'd swallowed my semen; she'd never looked so shy before. She shifted her body slightly, as if she wanted to say something again. Just then, the nurse returned, and Qing quickly lay down and covered herself with the blanket. I stood obediently to the side.

"Hong Mingxiang, what are you doing here? So you're the one who brought Li here. I didn't see you earlier. Where were you?" The nurse asked, a little surprised, when she saw me.

"I went to the restroom and just came back."

"Yuqing, are you alright? Are you still feeling unwell?" The nurse didn't say anything more after that and turned to check on Qing.

"Thank you for your concern, Auntie. I probably rushed to school this morning and didn't have breakfast, so I'm a bit weak. Plus, I had a slight cold a couple of days ago, but now I'm... much... better... um..." Watching Qing lie without batting an eye, I wanted to see her "blush." I turned the vibrator to the "weak" setting, and Qing's speech became incoherent again, her face turning red.

"Li, are you alright? Your face is red again." "

I... I'm fine, I'll lie down for a bit... ah... I'm all better." I had already turned the intensity to "medium."

"Okay, your temperature was normal just now. I'll stay outside; call me if you need anything. Hong, come out with me, let's chat, and maybe you can help me out." The nurse probably thought it was a little strange for a man and a woman to be alone in the same room.

My aunt and I went to the outpatient clinic, where she told me that the data she was supposed to submit a week later now had to be submitted the next day, and that the announcement had just been made about it. So, she needed my help organizing some data. My aunt is usually very kind to me, and I wanted to help her in any way I could, so we started working diligently.

After a while, maybe ten minutes or so, the door to the rest room suddenly opened, and Qing peeked out from behind it, her face even redder than before.

"Auntie… um… I need to… ah… the toilet." Qing's behavior was strange, and I suddenly realized that the vibrator was still on. This little girl might have already had several orgasms. I quickly turned it off.

"Li, are you feeling better? Shall I go with you?"

"I'm feeling a bit better, Auntie, you don't need to come with me. It'll be more convenient for Hong to go with me." It's more convenient for a boy to accompany a girl to the restroom? But Auntie was so stressed about this data that she didn't think much of it and agreed.

I walked side-by-side with Qing.

"You can go to the restroom by yourself, why do you need me to come with you?" If people saw a boy accompanying a girl to the restroom, they'd laugh and say he wasn't manly. Unexpectedly, Qing glared at me fiercely without saying a word. When we reached the women's restroom, Qing quickly went in, but came out just as quickly. Looking around, she suddenly grabbed my hand and ran into the restroom, rushing to the last stall, closing and locking the door.

Before I could even figure things out, Qing and I were squeezed face-to-face in this small space. I was less than ten centimeters from her face; I could even see myself reflected in her large, watery eyes. Looking at her lovely face, her dark, bright eyes, especially her slightly upturned lips, and even her delicate, fair skin with a rosy glow, my heart fluttered. I gently kissed her lips. Qing looked incredulous, but her expression quickly turned shy. It was a side of Qing I had never seen before. Perhaps the incident in the infirmary had slowly changed her mindset.

I watched her expression shift several times before she finally spoke, both shyly and hurriedly.

"I need to use the restroom, hurry up and help me take off... take off my pants. Quickly." In an instant, I finally understood why Qing had pulled me in. It seemed my unintentional command had brought me quite a few benefits. She couldn't very well ask the nurse to help her take off her pants, could she?

I squatted down and put my hands inside Qing's skirt. The first thing I touched was her smooth thigh; the delicate skin felt so good to the touch. I slowly moved my hand upwards until I touched the waistband of her panties. I was so moved! My hands involuntarily slipped through the seams of her pants and reached behind, touching her full, round, perky buttocks. Why is it that even though they're all buttocks, Qing's buttocks are so delicate? Just touching them made my penis hard again. My big hands grabbed her two big buttocks and rubbed them back and forth, enjoying the warm, plump feel. I really wanted to press my face against those buttocks and enjoy it.

"Okay, stop touching me, hurry up and take them off. I'm in a hurry." Hearing Qing's words, I reluctantly withdrew, grabbing the waistband with both hands and slowly pulling it down. At first, it felt very tight and I couldn't pull it off, but then I slowly managed to pull it off. I slowly took them off, wanting to savor this moment. It was amazing! Gradually, I saw pink panties appear before my eyes, a very cute style, probably a matching set with the bra.

Then I saw the crotch of the panties—completely soaked, a complete mess. Although there was a cotton pad on top, it was clearly not enough. Colorless liquid had seeped into the panties outside the pad, even the panties underneath were soaked in liquid, the whole pair of panties looked like they had been soaked in water. Qing is so lewd, or maybe just too sensitive. I pulled the panties down to knee height, and then I noticed something—shouldn't there be a vibrator? Why can't I see it? Did Qing take it off herself? Impossible, that would be Qing disobeying my orders.

"Qing, where's your vibrator?"

"The vibrator, the vibrator is still... inside."

"Inside? Where inside?" I was a little confused. In my mind, a vibrator should be between the underwear and a girl's vagina.

"Idiot. It's inside the vagina. You have to pull the remote control wire to take it out." Qing pointed to the remote control receiver sticking out above her skirt. I looked at the wire in surprise. Wasn't the vibrator inside Qing's body? I didn't know a girl's body could hide such a thing. That's amazing. So I reached out and pulled the wire of the remote control above her skirt to pull it up, but Qing quickly stopped me.

"You can't pull it from here, it won't come out like that. You have to pull it down from... from the seam under the skirt." "How am I supposed to know where the seam is? Should I just lift the skirt up?"

"No! Um, please don't. You can find it by feeling upwards." Qing's tone started to change. It became more like a little girl's. Hearing this tone, I couldn't bring myself to be harsh. I had no choice but to agree.

I started to touch Qing's thighs again with both hands, but this time I was touching the inside of her thighs. I thought the seam should be on the inside, so it should be easier to find it from the inside.

But Qing's behavior was completely different from before. She kept dodging and weaving, twisting her legs non-stop.

"Don't move! I won't be able to touch the line like that."

"Who told you to keep touching me there! It feels so...refreshing." The higher I touched, the more delicate Qing's skin became. I had never imagined that someone could have such delicate skin. Suddenly, the area I touched felt wet and slippery. This must be the fluid Qing secreted. It was wet and slippery, and felt wonderful, somewhat like massage oil.

I couldn't help but circle my fingertips around Qing's thighs, as if playing with them, to feel the smooth texture. But Qing started to moan softly because of this.

"Ah...stop playing, that will...um...feel very good. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry, please." As far as I can remember, this was the first time Qing had ever said "please."

I continued playing the little game with my left hand, while my right hand continued to move upwards along the source of the lubricant. Qing's body was trembling slightly, as if anticipating my hand or nervous because she was getting close to that most private place.

I touched it, my fingertips felt something wet. I turned my hand over, the first thing I felt was a softer but not smoother touch, then I felt hair touching my hand, moist, the wet hair touching my hand, I felt a warm breath, I moved towards the center. The first sensation upon touching it was "wet" and "hot." I had touched Qing's most private area. It felt like soft, wrinkled skin soaking in water. I gently caressed that soft, tender flesh, and Qing began to tremble, as if she couldn't stand and leaned forward slightly. She tried to steady me with her hands, but instead leaned forward to hold onto the bathroom door. Qing's breasts fell right in front of me, and my head was completely submerged in her large breasts.

My hands continued to grope around, and suddenly I felt a line—it must be the remote control for the vibrator. I groped around a bit more and discovered that when I touched a certain spot, Qing would vibrate particularly strongly. It was a small, smooth bead, and I thought that must be the female... I touched her most sensitive spot.

The evil thought within me resurfaced, and I turned the vibrator back to a low setting. Immediately, my hand felt the vibrations from her vagina. Qing looked up at me with an incredulous expression, then quickly fell into a state of both pain and pleasure. My hand felt the vibrations through the membrane, and was immediately soaked by the overflowing fluid. My left hand moved from Qing's buttocks towards her vulva, while my right hand continuously scooped up the overflowing vaginal fluid and smeared it on her clitoris, stimulating it relentlessly. At first, Qing managed to maintain soft moans, but soon she couldn't take it anymore and began to cry out.

"Ah...ah...no more...no...um...I'm going to...I'm going to...I'm going to...come again...ah..." Qing's clitoris suddenly swelled up and became very firm. A gush of vaginal fluid gushed out from her vulva, and her whole body began to tremble violently. Unexpectedly, Qing reached another orgasm in a short period of time. Then Qing slowly went limp, her whole body collapsing onto me. I also turned off the vibrator.

Just now in the infirmary, because I also ejaculated at the same time, I had no interest in watching Qing's orgasm. But now I clearly saw a girl, right in front of me, orgasm through my hand. The way she orgasmed was truly beautiful; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a miracle. Qing at this moment was more beautiful than I had ever seen before. Before, she was at most "pretty" and "cute," but now Qing exuded a mature beauty, even deserving of the descriptions "gorgeous" and "alluring." The climax painted her originally rosy cheeks a deep red, like the crimson glow of the setting sun, as if all the world's crimson hues had been spilled onto her face. Her hazy expression was innocent, wicked, endearing, and captivating. It was as if all the most beautiful expressions in the world were concentrated on the face of this one girl.

Looking at Qing, I realized I liked her more than ever before, and loved her very, very much. A thought welled up within me: I was willing to do anything for her, just to make her happy.

I helped Qing up, carefully brushed her hair aside, and held her in my arms, letting her feel my warmth. I waited for her orgasm to slowly subside.

"Are you okay? Did you feel good? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I asked Qing softly. Unexpectedly, Qing seemed very embarrassed and said in a very low voice, "No...no need, I already...I already peed when I felt most comfortable." Her face turned bright red, and she lowered her head and didn't say anything more. So it turns out that what I heard about girls peing when they feel most comfortable, called "squirting," is true. No wonder so much flowed onto my hand so quickly. So that was urine, but I didn't find it dirty at all. For some reason, I started carefully tidying Qing's clothes, reaching under her skirt to wipe her vulva and thighs clean with toilet paper. There wasn't a hint of eroticism in my actions; I was just focused on making sure Qing was dressed and groomed. Her panties were so wet, I had to take them off and put them in my pocket. A few minutes later, I had finished getting Qing ready. Anyone who didn't know would never guess we'd just been intimate in the bathroom.

Qing went out to check if anyone was around before calling me out. On the way back to the infirmary, we were like complete strangers, both shy and hesitant to speak. Only before entering the infirmary did Qing whisper "thank you" to me.

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