Entering my girlfriend's body during class

In my final year of junior high, I became very close to a girl in my class. What started as playful banter during breaks escalated into walking her home after evening self-study. Our relationship grew increasingly intimate; it was probably my first love.

I was only 15 then, and it was the first time I'd had such a close relationship with a girl. I was incredibly nervous every time we were together, which still seems funny to me now. We lived relatively close, and sometimes we'd take walks in a quiet alley near our homes. She had a great figure, large, hemispherical breasts, slender legs, and fair skin. Her school uniform consisted of a white shirt and a sky-blue skirt. Perhaps because of her firm breasts, her clothes were always a little wrinkled on the sides, but smooth in the middle.

"Maybe they're stretched tight?" I secretly glanced at her breasts, and my penis unconsciously hardened. I was very embarrassed at the time, afraid she'd see the bulge in my sweatpants, so I had to lean forward slightly and walk with a stoop. I wonder if she noticed.

After wandering the alleys more often, I grew bolder, but it was still just holding her close and gently kissing her face. Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and elastic, so I got mischievous and hugged her tighter and tighter, her breasts pressed against my chest, the hemispheres becoming flattened. Stroking her back, even through her school uniform, I could feel how smooth her skin was.

Once, after a hug, we continued wandering aimlessly in the alleys. She blushed a little and said, "Yours... is so long." My mind went blank, and I was very embarrassed. It must have been because my penis had been pressing against her while I was hugging her, and she noticed.

After similar things happened repeatedly, I became even bolder, haha. At that time, the school required everyone to stay at school for evening self-study. After self-study ended at 8 o'clock, she and I would walk home together.

One evening after self-study, we didn't go straight home but went to wander in that alley again. The houses on both sides of that alley were villas, mostly inhabited by overseas Chinese or something similar, who didn't come back often, so it was rare to see anyone walking around. So, under the dim streetlights, it was just the two of us.

I leaned against one of the lamps, hugging her from behind, my face pressed against her shoulder-length hair. I could see her chest rising and falling. She was still wearing a white shirt that day. Although I could feel the school uniform was quite loose around her waist, her chest felt a bit tight. The school uniform was white and rather thin, and the pattern of her bra was faintly visible under the dim streetlights.

I swallowed hard. My penis was already pressing restlessly against her waist, my temples throbbing, and I felt a little dazed. Although I was worried she would get angry, my hands still couldn't help but sneakily move upwards from her waist.

She clearly felt my hands moving and looked down at them. I was extremely nervous, but my hands kept moving upwards. My thumb had already touched something slightly hard, probably the bottom edge of her bra. My intentions were completely exposed. She was still looking, without saying a word, her chest heaving. For a moment, the air froze.

I was caught in a bind, and without thinking, I grabbed her full breasts with both hands. The feeling at that moment is unforgettable; an extremely soft and elastic sensation rushed from my fingertips

to my cerebral cortex, accompanied by a delicate fragrance…

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my hands, like a bolt from the blue, instantly making me extremely uneasy. What was wrong with her? Did she dislike what I was doing? Did she think I was being indecent? Many guesses flashed through my mind in a split second. From behind, I saw her head down, holding my hands, as if watching me. I dared not move.

Suddenly, she placed my hands back on her breasts, her small hands still gripping mine. The summer school uniform was so thin; I could feel that under her uniform wasn't a bra, but a small tank top. My courage grew, and I squeezed her breasts with my fingers together. The feeling of their elasticity made me dizzy!

Unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and slowly began to knead it on her breasts. I loosened my grip, and as she gently massaged her breasts, my penis became very hard, as if something was leaking from the tip.

I was losing control, and my lower body rubbed against her coccyx in rhythm with her movements. At that moment, I felt something in my palm, something hard pressing against it. As I slowly massaged her breasts, that hard thing wiggled.

"Her nipples."

Although I was somewhat delirious, I still had common sense. Her hand slowly released its grip, and my heart pounded even harder. My hands left her chest and slipped under her school uniform. First, I touched her waist, a smooth sensation. I reached up and touched her vest. It was pure cotton. She tilted her head back, looking at me with a half-smile, a blush on her cheeks.

I bent over so that my hands could reach inside. First, I lifted her tank top with my fingers, finding it elastic. Taking advantage of the moment, I pulled it up, and two warm, fleshy mounds sprang into my palm. I almost suffocated.

Stroking her silky skin, I gently pinched her nipples. She let out a soft gasp. I pinched and played with them with my index finger and thumb. I realized how big a girl's nipples were—like peanuts, a little long, and the feel was different from her breasts. I couldn't resist pinching one. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, her eyes closed.

I panicked a little and quickly asked if I had hurt her. She smiled slightly and shook her head, still with her eyes closed, whispering, "It feels good, keep going."

So I kneaded her breasts with my palms, pinching her nipples with my fingers, my movements gradually becoming bolder. I pushed her nipples up and down, or gently pulled them outwards. I remember when I did this, she bit her lip, her arms around my neck tightening…

I pinched her nipples, kissing her neck incessantly, and she moaned softly. Blood rushed to my head, the whole world receded like a receding tide, leaving only our heartbeats.

I abruptly turned her around, pressing her against the wall, face to face. Her eyes were glazed, her hair slightly disheveled. I unbuttoned her blouse, and a pair of fleshy mounds burst into view through the lifted cotton vest. Two pink nipples stood proudly erect, a few fine hairs on the areolas.

I grabbed her breasts without hesitation, the nipples peeking out from between my fingers. I pressed my index and middle fingers together, rubbing them incessantly, the nipples stimulating her areolas, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her throat. Her hands roamed around my waist, caressing my lower abdomen.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her hand touched my glans. Like a flash of cold lightning, I grabbed her small hand and pressed it against my penis. Even through my pants, she slowly explored, gradually grasping my penis.

Still not satisfied, I grabbed her hand again and quickly shoved it into my underwear. Her small hand, like a piece of cool silk, gently grasped my penis, bringing a cooling sensation to my burning lower body.

A viscous fluid oozed from my glans, smearing it on her wrist. A sudden, inexplicable urge surged through me; I gripped her breast, lowered my head, and bit down on her nipple. She suppressed a gasp, then groaned.

I sucked on her pink nipple with all my might, teasing it with my tongue between sucks, biting hard at the areola with my teeth.

Suddenly, I lifted my head, biting her nipple, and she instinctively gripped my penis tightly. I almost lost my mind, holding her hand, stroking my penis repeatedly. My shaft throbbed painfully, while my other hand vigorously kneaded her round breasts, my head bowed, sucking wildly on her nipple, letting out a beastly growl.

She gripped my shoulder tightly with her other hand, biting her lower lip, making a sound that seemed like a sob. Her breasts exuded a rich fragrance, and I couldn't help but press my face against her right breast, feeling its gentle warmth. Suddenly, a tingling sensation ran down my scalp, a twitch shot through my tailbone, and my penis trembled violently. She instinctively gripped my penis, letting out an uncontrollable spasm, as if from ancient times.

I ejaculated violently, spraying scalding semen onto her hands. She was somewhat flustered, but still held onto my penis tightly. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me, and I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, my head resting heavily on her breasts, which I had squeezed until they were slightly red…

I can't remember how I got home that day. I lied, saying I had gone to help the teacher with some work. I didn't pay attention in class, often sleeping, but I was a decent student, and apart from the strict English teacher, I was quite friendly with the other teachers, so sometimes I would help them correct papers or something. My mother naturally believed me.

Until I went to sleep, the image of us being intimate was still vivid in my mind, hazy and indistinct. I did some exercises, but I don't know if it was math or physics, whether I got them right or wrong, or even if I did them at all. I kept doubting whether it had really happened; it all seemed too fast, too unreal.

I'm usually a respectable person, always deferential to girls, so why did I seem a little abnormal when I was with her? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. In my hazy state, a bright moon hung in the sky outside the

window, like a white jade plate with wisps of green silk spreading outwards, like the green vines summoned by a druid… When I opened my eyes again, it was already 7:20 AM. I was shocked and quickly grabbed another watch; it was still 7:20. I immediately jumped out of bed, pulled up my pants, dragged my schoolbag, and hopped downstairs, speeding away on my bike amidst the shouts and curses of the old gatekeeper.

Luckily, I found chaos as soon as I entered the classroom. My political science teacher, who was also my homeroom teacher and was under 160cm tall, was yelling at the top of his lungs, “You must obey the assignments! Get into your new seats immediately!” The first class was political science; how could my homeroom teacher be so stupid as to change seats so early in the morning? Of course, everyone was deliberately slacking off.

I looked at the new seating chart. What?

I turned and searched through the crowd. In the corner of the classroom, my first love, Fei, was smiling at me, one hand on her hip, the other pointing to the seat next to her. Her white undershirt was faintly visible beneath her shirt, and my face flushed instantly. I quickly walked over. "You didn't volunteer, did you?" She seemed to suddenly remember something, her face also turning slightly red. She said, "What? The homeroom teacher said it's easier for two language arts representatives to sit together to collect homework; it's a beneficial measure. And if you're a good student, other students can sit in the front. Of course, if you can't see, you can apply to be moved forward."

We became deskmates from then on. I don't know what that means, but today when they collected the composition books, there was a very high stack of notebooks on our desks. I thought, now we can sleep on two desks without anyone knowing. I secretly glanced at Fei, only to find her reading comics, a slight smile on her lips, her fair cheeks flushed. I reached out and touched her wrist; it felt smooth. She thought I wanted to hold her hand. So, holding a comic book in one hand, she reached out with the other without turning her head. My hand froze in mid-air, her fingers pressing against my lower abdomen…

I was startled; her hand grasped nothing, and she blushed. For a moment, we were both at a loss. The political class continued, incredibly boring. I held Fei's hand, placing it on my thigh, feeling the soft, boneless gentleness of her small hand—a gentleness so familiar, the events of last night flashing before my eyes. Unconsciously, my little brother stood up.

I stole a glance at her, only to see her still holding the comic book, her eyes fixed on my crotch with surprise. I froze, and she noticed my gaze. Our eyes met, both of us a little embarrassed. She bit her lower lip, frowned, and pointed to my pants… The mountain peak. I grinned and shrugged, indicating that this was beyond my control.

The teacher then asked a question, and someone unfortunately stood up to answer. I looked up and suddenly gasped: she had playfully flicked my penis. It quickly swelled and stiffened.

I sat in the last row, on the far right by the window, able to see the scenery outside the junior high building. She sat to my left. Then she simply lay down facing me, and with a huge pile of composition books in front of us, unless someone else stood up, no one could see what we were doing.

This situation probably gave her the courage to be mischievous. After the first flick, she continued with a second, a third… Perhaps realizing that each flick was slightly different (because the point of impact was different, the path of the simple harmonic motion was not exactly the same each time), she seemed quite interested. Funny.

I looked at her, and she smiled back, making a face. She reached out and gently touched the top of my breasts, as if stroking a child's head, and I gasped again. She noticed my action, seemed a little puzzled, and leaned on the table, tilting her head to the side: "Does it hurt?" I smiled wryly, of course not. She said: "Let me see."

As if she wanted to borrow my eraser. I widened my eyes, wasn't this a bit too outrageous? Everyone around us was being brainwashed, and no one noticed what the two language arts representatives sitting at the back were doing.

She had already put her plan into action, slowly unzipping my pants, her small hand reaching in and pulling down my inconvenient underwear, and my penis sprang out. She immediately pulled her hand back, her eyes wide as she stared at the erect penis.

I put my hand on the table, looking at her, not... I didn't know if I should comfort her, but had I scared her? This was really strange.

She stuck her tongue out at me, then reached out and grabbed my penis, saying, "It's so hot, you jerk." Her fair fingers wrapped around my dark penis, giving a strong visual stimulation, but unfortunately, others didn't have the chance to see it, haha.

She stroked my glans with her thumb, and I couldn't help but twitch. She frowned: "Dare to move?" Then she pulled hard, but unexpectedly found that I immediately became even harder.

Her face turned slightly red, and she laughed, saying, "You're exaggerating?" I nodded in agreement. She noticed a crack on the glans, so she curiously pried it open with her fingers to take a look. Suddenly, her blood rushed to her head, and she pinched the skin under the glans with her thumb and forefinger, gently stroking it up and down.

My expression at that moment must have been very complicated, not... After the waves of pleasure that followed, I bit my lip and stared wide-eyed at our energetic homeroom teacher. Although her movements weren't quite as good as mine, I found it incredibly exciting.

Then, the bell rang at the worst possible time, and everything was abruptly cut short. The teacher rambled on until the very end, and she responsibly shoved my unruly little brother inside. All morning, I was listless, my inner fire burning, my hands flailing about like they were practicing eagle claw kung fu.

After four classes, everyone surged towards the cafeteria, the street food stalls, and some probably even went to entertainment venues. The entire junior high building was deathly silent.

She and I stayed in the classroom, seemingly in perfect sync. She smiled proudly at me, and I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply. My hand unconsciously climbed up her waist and touched her breasts. She squinted her eyes.

I gently squeezed them; they were so soft. My penis hardened again. She noticed the small mounds on my pants and, with renewed interest, pulled out my penis and began to play with it.

Gradually, her nipples hardened as well. I went from gently rubbing her breasts to pinching and kneading her nipples, pulling her shirt tighter. A distinct bulge appeared on her breast, strangely sexy. She was also constantly stroking my penis. I said, "Hurry up."

She was very obedient. My breathing became heavy. I abandoned her nipples and roughly grabbed her breasts again, kneading them, occasionally lowering my head to kiss her neck, cheeks, and lips.

My penis grew harder and harder. The hand that had been supporting her back pressed down... She touched my neck and said, "Fei, help me, will you suck me?"

She pressed her face against mine and kissed me lightly. "No, what does it taste like?" I said, "Fei, I can't take it anymore, please help me, just suck me." Unable to resist my pleading, she blushed, bent down, and first tentatively licked my glans with her tongue. I let out a soft cry; her tongue was exceptionally soft and warm, like an electric current winding around my glans, striking my cerebral cortex.

As if she had made a great decision, after licking her lips, she immediately took my penis into her mouth. It felt like entering a warm cave, a wet tongue swirling up and down, and my lower body involuntarily arched upwards to allow my penis to penetrate further. I said, "Fei, like with your hands, quick, quick."

She then slowly began to move her tongue up and down, sometimes pressing it against the tip of my penis and gently flicking it, as if licking open the crevice of flesh, and a sticky liquid seemed to flow out and stick to the tip of her tongue. This obscene feeling blinded me to everything around me; the cicadas chirping outside the window grew fainter and fainter.

Her little tiger teeth would inadvertently scrape my penis, and sometimes she would curiously suck on my glans.

I looked down at her; her shoulder-length hair was spread out in front of my eyes, and my dark pubic hair occasionally brushed against her slightly flushed face. I trembled slightly from the waves of pleasure, reached out and unbuttoned her top, lifted her cotton vest, and grabbed her two warm, large breasts, playing with them in rhythm with her up-and-down movements, sometimes pinching her nipples and rubbing them hard.

Her mouth movements quickened, and she would bite them from time to time. I held her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. Finally, instinctively, I pulled down her breasts, straightened my back, and my penis swelled, ejaculating violently into her mouth. She stopped moving, still holding my penis in her mouth.

My hand loosened, and I slumped onto the chair. She looked up, somewhat disheveled, with a few drops of semen at the corner of her mouth. She smoothed her hair behind her ear, smiled at me, her face flushed. I took out a tissue and wiped the semen from her mouth, and she carefully wiped my glans as well.

She pinched my leg and said, "You have so much stuff, it's all spilled out."

I suddenly remembered: "Huh? You, you swallowed it?"

She nodded: "Yes, it tasted so-so, not much, just a bit fishy. You sprayed so much out at once, I swallowed it without thinking."

God, I was so touched. After tidying up, I hugged her for a long, long time. Hehe, my girlfriend had come over earlier and was drinking water from my cup. At noon, I made a cup of hot tea, and the lingering aroma from my girlfriend's cup filled the air, a scent of happiness permeating the atmosphere.

From then on, I looked forward to something new every day. But the workload in the third year of junior high was getting heavier and heavier. We had tests every week, and there wasn't even time for flirting. Naturally, we became more well-behaved in class. It was

sometime before the midterm exam in the second semester of the third year. That afternoon, during the class meeting, our homeroom teacher, who taught politics, went up to the podium and said he would announce the list of students who would be directly promoted to the next grade. Fei and I were on the list. We had done well in the three consecutive direct promotion exams this semester, so we were somewhat prepared, but we were still very excited. From then on, we didn't have much to do except collect homework. The teacher warned us to study, but to hell with it, that idiot politics teacher.

The next day, class continued. This time it was math class. The math teacher was a girl who had only been teaching for two years. Her name was Wanqing. She was very good at math. She had short hair, was 160cm tall, had a healthy light brown complexion, was a bit thin, and had a round chest, like a pair of small apples. She was very lively and would throw chalk at dozing students during class. I, of course, was caught countless times. I liked to brag to her when we had free time, so we became quite close. Yesterday, when she found out I got promoted directly

, she even asked me to treat her to a meal. Fei and I both pretended to sit properly, each holding a book. Sitting at the back, we weren't worried about disturbing others, so neither of our books were actually textbooks. Wanqing looked at me and smiled, then continued explaining her strange problems, occasionally asking others to solve them. I didn't know the answers, but that didn't matter anymore. I turned to look at Fei; she was reading comics. I stretched, leaned back in my chair, still holding the book in my left hand, my right hand hanging naturally—from Wanqing's perspective, of course, but actually, I had my hand on Fei's thigh.

Fei glanced at me, pouted, and continued reading her book. My hand rested on her skirt, slowly moving to the hem, touching her knee with my fingers. The weather was unusually hot, but her skin was cool, like touching a smooth crystal.

I moved my hand away from her skirt and slipped it inside. Her skin was beautiful, supple, and her thighs were incredibly soft. My hand moved upwards, slightly lifting her skirt. I glanced at her reaction; she knew I was watching, stuck out her tongue, and then focused on her comic book.

I felt a surge of satisfaction. Fei didn't object, so I continued my exploration. Her skirt rode up quite a bit, and my fingers suddenly touched fabric—her panties. She seemed oblivious, leaning over the table, her hands pressed against her book as she continued reading. I moved along the edge of her panties, reaching between her legs. Everything was soft, yet remarkably elastic.

My hand was now on her lower abdomen, on the outer side. Her skirt still obediently covered her thighs, while mine was sexyly lifted to her waist, revealing the edge of her panties. She buried her face, as if dozing off. I grew bolder, my fingers moving between her legs. Her legs were slightly parted, allowing my middle and index fingers to rest comfortably.

I gently stroked her vulva from bottom to top, feeling the pressure on her pubic hair beneath my fingers, making a soft sound. I stroked her again and again, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. My lower body began to arouse, my penis pressing against the desk. After playing for a while, I greedily wanted to put my hand inside. So I used my middle finger to lift the inside of her panties, and I looked down; her pubic hair was exposed, somewhat shiny.

She suddenly reached out, her head still buried, and grabbed my penis hard. I felt incredibly aroused, and immediately inserted both my index and middle fingers into her panties. The first sensation was warmth and wetness; my middle finger pressed against her labia, soft and sticky at the tip, the surrounding pubic hair feeling like cotton padding my hand.

I lowered my middle finger, trying to stay close to the bottom of her labia, slowly pulling it up, and with a slight pressure, her labia parted slightly, enveloping my middle finger. I continued moving my fingers upwards, feeling her labia gradually close. I lifted my fingers and touched the upper edge of her labia, feeling a small protrusion.

Fei's body suddenly trembled, and she reached out again. I was wearing sweatpants that day, and wanting to startle her, I gently pulled my body away, quickly pulling down my pants and underwear with my right hand. My penis sprang out, angrily pointing at the ceiling. Fei's hand reached out just in time and grabbed it. The cicadas outside the window were chirping loudly, but I shuddered. Her delicate hand, holding my penis, froze, probably startled.

Wanqing was still calmly explaining her math problems on the podium. The students were all watching her, and since we were at the back of the class, there was no one else in the same row, so they didn't see our exciting scene: I lifted Fei's skirt, slipped my hand inside her underwear, and a tuft of pubic hair peeked out from the edge. I pulled down my pants, and Fei reached out her right hand to grab my penis, which seemed to be throbbing.

Like the scenes from the pornographic DVDs I watched at Fatty Tang's place, I gently stroked Fei's clitoris, sometimes circling it. I glanced at Fatty Tang; he was in the front row, middle seat, looking at a book filled with Japanese writing. This guy got promoted and still lives such a stressful life, learning Japanese just to play video games.

While gently playing with Fei's clitoris, I watched her. Although her head was down, I could still see her face was slightly flushed, a beautiful rosy pink. Her hands, in retaliation, began to stroke my penis up and down.

My breathing became a little labored, but my fingers remained dedicated. After a few circles, I gently pressed her clitoris, sometimes even putting my middle finger on her labia, dipping it in some fluid and smearing it on her clitoris. My ring finger and thumb continued to stroke her pubic hair, making a rustling sound.

After a while, I moved back to above her clitoris. Above her clitoris was a fold of skin, like a foreskin covering it. I pinched her clitoral foreskin and rubbed it repeatedly. Her clitoris bounced up and down in rhythm, and she let out a soft moan, "Mmm..."

Luckily, Wanqing's voice was louder, and no one heard Fei's moan. After a while, Fei suddenly intensified her movements, gripping my penis tightly and stroking it forcefully. My penis throbbed and grew harder with each stroke.

I straightened my back and stretched my legs as much as possible. Glistening fluid oozed from the head of my penis, and I quickened my movements, using my two fingers alternately to rapidly tug at her clitoris. Through her pulled-back panties, I could see that her pink labia were secreting a lot of fluid, some of it sticking to her pubic hair.

Her grip tightened, as if she wanted to crush my penis. I felt a sharp pain from her pinching, but the stimulation excited me intensely. I gritted my teeth, pulled out a tissue, and covered my glans. My left hand quickened its pace, stimulating her clitoris fiercely. Two dark marks appeared on her bra; I knew her nipples were hardening too.

Looking at her wet labia, a chill ran down my spine. My penis twitched heavily, then began to spasm violently. Fei worked my foreskin even more intensely, scraping the underside of my penis with her thumb, helping to squeeze out large gushes of semen. My spasms slowed, and my purplish glans ejaculated the last stream of semen. Fei's hand continued to work on my penis in rhythm with my clitoris manipulation.

Suddenly, her hand stopped moving, instead gripping my penis, her hand trembling. My movements quickened, and she abruptly pulled her hand away, pressing my fingers against her labia. A gush of hot, sticky, wet fluid hit my hand. I glanced at the podium. Wanqing had turned away to write something, so I reached out and grabbed Fei's breast, squeezing it so tightly it was almost deformed. Then I quickly pinched and tugged at her two hard nipples. She turned her head, which had been lowered, and smiled at me, her face flushed…

A wonderful day ended. Fei went home first, and I went to the office to get the homework. Only Wanqing was there. I smiled and said, "Hey beautiful, aren't you leaving yet?" while flipping through the homework books on the Chinese teacher's desk. Wanqing's face suddenly turned red: "You little rascal, don't bother me. I have to supervise your class's evening self-study tonight." I looked up: "Really? Luckily, I don't have to do evening self-study." I picked up a large stack of composition books to take back to the classroom. As I walked past her desk, I saw that she was wearing a white, sleeveless dress that hugged her firm little bottom. The dress was a light brown color, and I think her nipples were the same color. Oh dear, Fei had really aroused me today.

A thought struck me, and I leaned closer, resting my chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her short hair. "What are you doing?"

I asked. She blushed again. "Go away, go play with your deskmate." Feeling awkward, I slunk out of the office. Suddenly, I felt something was off, and my heart pounded. This Wanqing, though she's my teacher, we usually hang out a lot. I've never treated her like a teacher, and she's never blushed like this before. The strangest thing is, she even told me to go play with my deskmate… Could she have seen what happened today?

I couldn't help but feel nervous. I thought for a while. She hadn't seemed to look at me much during class. How could this be?

Anyway, I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't dwell on it. After handing out the homework, Fatty Tang came over and dragged me to his house to play. I'm so annoyed studying for the postgraduate entrance exam's political science! I've only managed a few pages all night! I'm going to die!

I kept thinking about what Wanqing had said that day, so I didn't dare to be too arrogant in class, especially in her class. However, I didn't tell Fei about what happened that day, lest I scare her into never letting me touch her at school again. Was that a bit naughty? Hehe.

It was summer after all, and Fei was dressed sexily. Normally everyone should wear school uniforms, but now that she's a direct-entry student, nobody really cares. So today, Fei was wearing her own white shirt and a light blue skirt that just covered her knees. Fei's shirt seemed to be three-dimensionally tailored, quite narrow at the waist, and the chest area was often a bit tight and wrinkled. The short sleeves just revealed her fair elbows. I really liked seeing her in this outfit.

When she came in, she said that the area above her waist was a bit tight. I reached out and held her waist, my thumb just below her breast. I smiled and secretly used my thumb to support her breast, saying, "Is it tight here?" She nervously said yes. I suddenly remembered that we were in the classroom. Was this a bit too much? Just as I was about to let go, I saw a dark mark on her breast, through her somewhat transparent bra. Why is this little woman so excited? I swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at her aroused breasts.

I fell asleep during math class, finally I could get a peaceful sleep, right? I was dreaming of playing a hero fighting monsters when I was suddenly hit on the head with a stick. Just as I was about to unleash my full power, Fei shook me awake… I looked up and saw Fatty Tang looking back at me with a smug grin, and Wanqing looking at me arrogantly from the podium. Now I was going to get a piece of chalk from her?! I sighed at my bad luck. The consequence of getting too close to the teacher is that she often uses you as an example to warn others, because you're unlikely to turn against her… I forced myself to stay awake and read my novel. Fei covered her mouth and chuckled mischievously, watching her innocent boy again.

Self-study period. I was slowly scraping my ice cream with a spoon, everyone was writing furiously, doing all sorts of exercises, Fatty Tang was also writing furiously, but I bet he was writing something that would make even boys blush. Overcome with lust, I put down my ice cream, grabbed Fei, and pulled her onto my lap. Fei put down her book, smiled, closed her eyes, and lay on top of me.

I placed my hands on her tight shirt, gently kneading her breasts. I grasped one of them, holding it in my palm, my index and middle fingers pinching her still-small nipple, feeling it slowly harden. I glanced around; everyone seemed very focused. So, I tiptoed and unbuttoned a few buttons on Fei's blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, but a very elastic tank top. I easily flipped it up, and her two white breasts bounced.

I loved Fei's nipples; her areolas were pink, surrounded by a few soft hairs. Whenever I saw these hairs, I got incredibly excited. I couldn't resist; I lowered my head and licked her areola with my tongue, flicking the hairs with the tip of my tongue. Fei's face flushed red. She bit her lower lip, but made no other move. Her left nipple, which hadn't hardened at first, slowly turned red after I licked it. The originally pink nipple gradually hardened, growing larger and larger, like a penis. Now, Fei's two alabaster-white breasts had erect, red nipples, about the size of peanuts, looking like budding white lotus flowers with pink tips.

I gently touched Fei's breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breasts were very elastic. I grabbed one, applied a little pressure, and then released it, leaving a red mark. After a while, the red mark slowly faded. My penis pressed hard against her back, making me dizzy. I looked down: "I'm going to fuck you." She smiled, still with her eyes closed: "You want to die? You're crazy!" Because I hadn't touched her nipples, they slowly softened, turning back into pink little beans. I couldn't resist any longer. I lowered my head and bit down on her nipple. She let out a soft "mmm." Her little nipple swelled rapidly on my tongue. I flicked her nipple wildly with my tongue, and a milky scent filled her mouth. I couldn't help but start sucking hard. Fei frowned, but a slight smile played on her lips. I pulled away and began to circle her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly, I bit down on her nipple with my teeth. With a forceful bite, she clenched her fist. Tonight, I belong to you. Behold my beastly madness!

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