【High School Beauty】(Part 1)

Author: wonleesu
First published on the forum on 2018/03/10

Chapter 1

On the playground of Yu-Gu Senior Vocational School, a group of 40 female students,
led were running in circles. In mid-September in the Taipei Basin of Taiwan, the weather was so muggy it was hard to breathe. The PE
teacher, in a bizarre way, mandated that they run three laps (200 meters per lap), a total of 600 meters, before class as a warm-up,
leaving these 16-17 year old girls drenched in sweat. The boy in front was no less impressive; that boy was me,
Fu Kai.

Let me introduce myself: I'm 16 years old this year, and my height... sigh! I'm 164 cm tall (I won't grow any taller after age 15
), which is barely considered short, but I'm actually quite short. The average height for a first-year high school boy is 165-170
cm. As for weight, sigh! "Sigh!" 85 kg, not bad! That's how I feel about myself; at least
I won't break the desks and chairs.

And my looks... sigh! "Sigh!" Let's not even talk about it. My face is a bit long, my eyes are small and single-eyed, I have a double chin, and
my vision is around 1.2, so I don't need glasses. In short, I feel like I'm a little short, a little chubby,
a little , and my penis is a little thinner and shorter than normal (only about 10 cm long). Otherwise, I'm okay.

Honestly, I can't find anything else good about my body.

I studied business accounting. How did I end up studying business accounting? Well, it's a long story. To
put it simply, my father was a chef, specifically the head chef of roadside banquet tents. My mother originally
worked as an accountant at a small company, but because many small and medium-sized enterprises had owners who either mismanaged their businesses or absconded with funds, after
several changes of owners, she and her husband, who is also my father, worked as cooks together to run their small business. For some reason,
they only had one child, and I felt very lonely growing up without any siblings.

In those days, the profit margin in the banquet industry was very thin, business wasn't good, and life was quite difficult. My father's eldest sister
married and moved to the United States and had no children. She discussed with my father the possibility of her taking care of and adopting me. When I was seven and in second grade, I transferred
to a school in San Diego, California. Later, my aunt had two children, and I struggled to adapt to the local school
environment. At that time, our family's financial situation improved slightly, so after graduating from elementary school and obtaining American citizenship, I transferred back to Taiwan to attend
junior high school. In those days, the educational methods in the US and Taiwan were vastly different: one was inspirational teaching, the other
rote memorization and cramming. Therefore, I suffered a lot in junior high school, except, of course, with English.

Graduating from junior high school required taking the joint entrance exam. Failing the public high school entrance exam was inevitable, but unexpectedly
, I also failed the private high school entrance exam. I had no choice but to take the joint entrance exam for public and private vocational schools. I finally managed to get into the business accounting department of this third-rate school closest
to my home, which only takes 15 minutes by bus. As for why I chose business accounting? The admission
brochure listed departments such as electronics, auto repair, water and electricity engineering, and civil engineering. After reviewing each one,
I decided on my major by deleting them.

First, I didn't want to spend my life assembling refrigerators and televisions in an electronics factory, so I eliminated the electronics major. Knowing I
was physically weak and incapable of being a car mechanic or plumber, let alone training people to carry bricks, sand, and cement
in civil engineering, I naturally wouldn't study that either. That left only business accounting as my last, only, and
obviously only choice. In mid-August, during the enrollment process, the registration staff repeatedly asked
if I was sure I wanted to study business accounting. They said they could help me transfer if I wanted to. They warned me

that if I insisted on not transferring, I would suffer many losses and inconveniences, etc., and explained that
there were no other boys in the class besides me. They claimed they had previously persuaded boys who had been admitted to business accounting to transfer... and so on.

However, I insisted and repeatedly declared that I wanted to study business accounting, stating that choosing it was part of
my life plan and a stepping stone to applying to a technical college in the future.

He finally agreed to let me enroll in business accounting. After paying the tuition, fees, and clothing expenses, I reluctantly took the bus
home. Actually, the reason I didn't get into a regular high school wasn't because I was stupid, but because I was unwilling to memorize
knowledge I considered useless, and I didn't like general education subjects. I believed practical knowledge was more important. Therefore, during the joint entrance exams for general education subjects,
I deliberately answered some questions incorrectly to lower my score and fail.

On September 1st, the first day of school, after entering the school, a senior student who was in charge of greeting me smiled slightly after asking about my subject and
class , and then led me into the classroom of Class 1A in the Business Accounting Department. The senior student told me to
find a seat anywhere and then hurriedly left. There were already more than 30 people in the class, and there weren't many empty seats left, so I chose an empty seat in the middle
by the window . I glanced around out of the corner of my eye, and wow! They were all beautiful girls!

They all stared at me, then quickly looked away. Their expressions were unanimously
disappointed; I even heard faint sighs and some shaking their heads. Their only class heartthrob was
undeniably unattractive. Scanning again, I discovered two of them were my junior high classmates. Both were
inattentive in class and not academically inclined. One of them, Jin Rongfang, was very beautiful, about 170
cm , with measurements matching her height—I'd estimate 34-2-3-35—especially her long, shapely legs.
Her parents ran an import/export business and were quite wealthy. She acted like a delinquent, and once even kicked me
over . She was very domineering and fierce, and I heard she was connected to a gang.

Shortly after the students arrived, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew louder as a
beautiful woman walked into the classroom. Wow! Was this a beauty contest between teacher and students? The woman walked directly to the podium, clapped her hands, and said:

"Class, please be quiet. Let me introduce myself. My name is Chen Jiaqian, I'm 22 years old, and I just
graduated this year from the English Department of XX University. I'm honored to be your English teacher and class advisor. I hope we can get along well." Now I'll take
attendance. Students whose names are called, please come to the podium and introduce yourselves. Each person has 3 minutes. Let's begin attendance. First up, Fu
Kai, please come to the podium. [

He/She introduces himself/herself, of course, without mentioning his/her experience of attending elementary school in the US (asking for trouble). After finishing,
he/she bows to everyone and gives a military salute. Some applaud, while others whisper: "Disgusting."] During the proceedings
, there's a break for everyone to use the restroom.

It was then that the trouble became apparent. Apparently, to facilitate management and avoid frequent contact between male and female students that could lead to
incidents arranged all the female-only Business Accounting classrooms on the same building and floor.
That means there are 6 classes in total for Accounting (Grades 12, 11, and 12), and the 6 classrooms are connected. The girls' restroom is on the right, and the boys' restroom is on the left.
At the end of the side corridor, the first-year class A is right next to the girls' restroom, so I have to walk past five girls' classes to reach the other end of the corridor
before I can relieve myself. In between, I also have to pass two classrooms, including the Auto Repair Department. When it's crowded, it takes 10
minutes , which happens to be during break time. The worst part is the embarrassment of being pointed at and talked about when passing by the girls' classrooms.

Let me introduce our beautiful teacher. She's at least 165cm tall, no shorter than me, with long, wavy hair. I'd estimate
her measurements to be around 34-2-4-36. Her buttocks are slightly perky but not prominent. She's wearing a black pencil skirt, and her
white , though of course, she's not showing any cleavage (it's a conservative school, so conservative attire is more appropriate). The skirt is
about 10cm above her knees, revealing part of her shapely, long legs. People outside would probably whistle. Her skin is a
light brownish-brown, and her face shape is somewhat similar to Hong Kong actress Cherie Chung—very sexy. Our teacher's beauty is enough to
outshine everyone else .

After the self-introductions, the class officer election began. Li Demei, who was also my classmate in junior high school, was elected class monitor
. I was appointed vice class monitor and also nominated as the service officer, specializing in doing miscellaneous tasks, almost like a maid,
and tasks assigned by the class monitor. Later, this was indeed the case; I, the honorary class heartthrob,
performed all the errands free of charge.

Next, we had to line up the flag-raising and lowering team. My position became a problem. I wasn't tall enough to be at the front of the line. If we
arranged them according to height, I would be squeezed in the middle. When the command to look left and right was given, I had to stand up straight and look at
the thymus of the soldiers next to me out of the corner of my eye, which felt strange. In the end, it was decided that I would be placed at the front of the 4th row (the last row)

, for reasons unknown. After getting everything sorted out and collecting my books, textbooks, workbooks, and schoolbag (of course, I took on the role of the
porter, which made the other girls' classes extremely envious when I retrieved them from the storage room), it was almost noon, so I went straight home (no classes
on the first day).

As I walked out of the school gate, I saw many high school boys, both juniors and seniors,
smoking . I saw at least three groups, each with at least 10 people. They had unbuttoned two buttons on their school uniform shirts and
were wearing their military training hats askew. Each group also included 3-4 girls.
Although folded their skirts several times at the waist, turning their knee-length pleated skirts into mini-skirts. However, some of their legs didn't
look good. When they saw me looking at them, they yelled, "Rookie, if you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

I quickly and obediently walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus, no longer daring to look around. I only calmed down after boarding the bus.

As the car drove along, I noticed at least four classmates inside, one of whom was Jin Rongfang, who lived
near my house in a detached house with a courtyard. When I smiled and greeted them, they
nodded in acknowledgment and then looked away, seemingly unimpressed by my presence.

Back then, Taiwan's economy was booming, and money was flowing in abundance. However, so were the security
problems . The number of gangs was also skyrocketing, especially in the area where my school was located and the surrounding towns. Gangs
were rampant, and some police officers were unable to distinguish right from wrong, constantly embroiled in corruption scandals. Many violent incidents
were either settled privately or simply left unresolved. This further emboldened the underworld. These gangs slowly began to infiltrate schools by recruiting
students , and drugs quietly spread and grew along with the gangs.

As far as I know, there are at least ten gangs in our school alone, as well as
two and the Golden Robe Gang. Fortunately, these gangs are evenly matched and keep each other in check, so everyone
is relatively safe. It is us weak and obedient boys who suffer the most, while the girls are often taken advantage of.

Among them, the top three gangs in the country, such as the Bamboo Forest Gang, the Seven Seas Gang, and the Green Dragon Gang, actively recruit members in various schools,
especially vocational school students like us who don't like studying. These schools
have become their key recruitment targets, and no one dares to mess with these three gangs on campus. The remaining gangs were much simpler; most just liked to
show off and bully weaker classmates like me.

When I got home, I grabbed some leftovers from the fridge, quickly ate lunch, and then cleaned the house.
(Actually, my weight is related to eating leftovers every day. My father always
takes home the leftover whole chickens, ducks, seafood, and pork hocks after every banquet, claiming it's to avoid waste. This results in three
large fridges full of leftovers. Eating these high-fat, nutritious foods every day, it's no wonder I'm fat.) My parents are mostly
away business, at least 10 days a month away from home. Since the second year of junior high, I've gradually gotten used to taking care of myself
.

The next day, classes finally resumed as normal. Although there were many inconveniences, there were also some pleasant things.
For example, if they needed someone to run errands or asked me to take leave for their menstrual cramps, they would cling to my arm in a coquettish manner
, rubbing their breasts against my arm, or hug me and rub their chests against me, or unbutton their clothes to reveal their cleavage, or pull up their pleated
skirts to reveal their thighs, etc. They would use all sorts of methods until I agreed before letting go; and I enjoyed it immensely.

In short, most of my classmates no longer treat me like an outsider, even like I'm invisible or one of their own. For example, now
in PE class, we have to change into gym clothes, and we have to jog to warm up, which inevitably leaves us drenched in sweat. Therefore, most of them
don't wear bras and just undress and put on clothes right in front of me without any hesitation. When I run, I feel their breasts surging, sometimes
bumping into me. Some even deliberately let their breasts peek out to cool off – I know it's intentional, of course.

I suspect that their boldness might also stem from a beauty contest, seeing whose are bigger, firmer,
teardrop shaped or bamboo shoot-shaped. This is all a benefit I've earned by working hard to build relationships over the past three weeks.

For the first two weeks, they were wary of me like a thief, treating me like a pervert. If I crossed any lines, they
would immediately turn hostile. They only see the surface, unaware that the short, ugly, fat, and stupid guy in front of them is actually a
wise fool , a wolf in sheep's clothing, an intelligent person with an IQ over 160, and many of his humility is
just an act for survival; especially his suppressed temper to the point that he believes he has no temper.

Today after school, I walked silently to the bus stop as usual, and after getting off the bus, I headed home.
When I was almost home, someone suddenly kicked me in the butt. Just as I turned around to see who kicked me, I got slapped across the face and
punched in the stomach. I'd always thought that if I encountered a situation like this, playing dead or pretending to be weak was the best option, so I sat down
abruptly , pretending to have been knocked to the ground. After looking at the tall, handsome boy who hit me, I asked: "If I
've offended you in any way, please forgive me."

"Smart, Rongfang is my girlfriend (slang for girlfriend), keep your eyes open,..."
"If you steal her again, I'll rip your clothes out! Get away from her, and don't let me see you!"

"Yes! Yes!"

Only then did I notice two followers beside me, and Jin Rongfang was also standing a little further away. After saying that, she turned and
left . I also stood up and walked home, thinking that I hadn't actually meowed at her; oh, I had,
I glanced at her thighs for a few seconds while changing clothes. About 50 meters from home, I saw a ragged beggar begging softly, his accent sounding
like was from Sichuan. Out of compassion and a sense of shared suffering, I approached him politely and asked, "
Sir, I don't have much money to give you, but I can feed you. My house is just ahead; let me help you
walk, and we can have dinner together, okay?" "

Thank you, little brother, you're such a good person. I can still walk by myself."

We walked home together, and after settling him in, I asked him what he wanted to eat. He replied that anything was fine,
especially with chili peppers… I also heated up a whole duck (leftovers, of course), grabbed some chili peppers and other food, and,
trying to lose weight, just ate some rice noodles and soup. He ate with great relish, finishing everything
and even . After we finished eating, I had just tidied the table when he suddenly asked me:

"Why didn't you fight back when you encountered that thug? If you don't fight back, he'll bully you even more in the future. A kind horse is ridden, a
good person is bullied, you should know that, right?"

"Sigh! Of course I know!" But I'm alone and not strong, and they're a gang;
I have no choice but to tolerate them.

【Young man, you're clever. I repay even the smallest kindness tenfold. Do you believe in the internal strength and
lightness skills ?】

【No, because it doesn't make sense. Logically speaking, everyone's physical strength and activity level have limits. After middle age,
the older you get, the worse your physical strength and stamina become—that's a fact. But you say that skill increases with age, things like
striking a cow from a distance, or a seventy- or eighty-year-old's palm penetrating a wall—it's unbelievable.】 I only believe the facts: if a 70-
or 80-year-old falls, they will break several bones, and in severe cases, it can be fatal without exception. It's
possible, as you say, that martial arts masters at their 70s or 80s are several times more skilled than they were in their youth, and
that they possess invulnerability to swords and spears, even able to leap and dodge barehanded, and fly
faster than a horse using their lightness skill…etc. I believe these are just inventions of martial arts novelists, passed down through generations…and
are absolutely not factual.

"Kid, I can't argue with you. Let's find a quiet place outside and I'll show you what real martial arts are.
Come with me."

I followed him out of the house and took a few steps when suddenly my vision blurred and I felt the old beggar walking incredibly fast.
In just a few seconds, he was at least 100 meters away from me. I called out to him to slow down, and he waited for me to arrive. Then he
turned around and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the river behind the house. Or rather, we ran towards it. I felt a force
compelling me forward, so I naturally and easily ran forward, or rather, effortlessly surged forward,
faster than when I ran a hundred meters before.

About a minute later, we reached an open, deserted spot. He stopped and released my hand, but I couldn't
stop the momentum and continued sprinting for about 10 meters before stopping. What could be the reason? Unable to figure it out, I walked back
to him and stopped, noticing that neither of us was out of breath. Normally, I'd be panting like a madman after just one lap around the track (200
meters), let alone at a speed that was definitely comparable to a 100-meter sprint. The old beggar glanced at me and
casually picked up a fist-sized stone and gave it to me.

I immediately picked up a stone weighing about half a pound from under my feet and handed it to the old beggar:

"Look closely, this is the stone you gave me. Look closely, am I performing magic?" [

Quickly, he squeezed the stone in his hand with a little force, and it shattered into several pieces with a crack,
but not a single small stone fell. He then said,

"Look closely at the big tree 15 meters ahead."]

With a flick of his wrist, he sent five small stones he had just crushed flying towards the tree branches. Immediately,
a flock of sparrows took flight, but five lay on the ground, bloodied and mangled. I stood there, stunned, staring at him, unable to utter a
word.

[Do you want to go and see if I'm performing magic?]

[Yes! Yes! No! No!]

[Is it yes or no?]

【No, I believe you're a martial arts master with internal strength.】【

Then do you want to learn? I can teach you my martial arts in about 10 days. Once you learn and integrate them,
self-defense will be no problem. Like those thugs who just beat you up, even 10 of them could be dealt with without injury. As for internal
strength, that depends on your physique and opportunities.】

I nodded frantically, my mouth agape, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He kept asking questions, saying,

"I'll accept you as my disciple, but you must abide by the rules of our sect and not use our martial arts for evil purposes..."

He explained the rules in detail, as well as the "Mysterious Origin Heart Sutra," "Primordial Yang Great Method," and "Manipulating Women Heart Sutra" that he would teach,
along with some external martial arts such as the Xuanyuan Sword Technique, and the Beggar Clan's lost Dog-Beating Ruyi Staff Technique. He said that
if I was surrounded by more than 10 people and had no weapon, I could pick up any hard stick to perform the Ruyi Staff Technique, and a soft bamboo stick or a plastic stick to
perform sword techniques... Finally, he led me to kneel and bow to the north to enter the sect. It turns out my master is a descendant of the Demon God Sect. The Demon God Sect
was nearly wiped out at the end of the Ming Dynasty by a so-called righteous sect, losing all its elite members. However, the sect leader's wife escaped, allowing the Demon God Sect's martial arts to be
passed down and not lost…

After explaining, he immediately taught me some simple fist techniques, grappling, and self-defense skills, along with meditation and internal energy cultivation
techniques. He then told me to transfer some of his energy so I could perform some basic exercises. He walked behind me, placing his palms
on the middle of my back. A moment later, I felt a surge of heat enter my dantian, instantly filling my body with powerful energy, surging
like a tidal wave. After about fifteen minutes, the energy flow calmed down. He then walked to me and said:

"That's all for now. Go back and meditate and practice your internal energy for at least two weeks before resting. Your constitution is excellent,
so you can achieve twice the results with half the effort. We'll meet here tomorrow night at 10 PM. Remember not to get into conflicts with anyone these next few days. If absolutely
necessary , you can only use external martial arts techniques, not internal energy..."

He vanished within seconds of saying this. My fate changed from that moment on; I never imagined that a leftover duck and
a few chili peppers could turn my bleak life into something colorful and vibrant! Ha! Ha! Ha! If nothing unexpected happens,
within the next four months starting tomorrow, I will gradually grow at least another 10 centimeters, becoming around 175 cm (here tomorrow he'll perform a marrow cleansing and tendon-clearing ritual for me).
The face shape will change slightly due to weight loss; the only problem is the Yuan Yang Technique. It will
reach the second level within three months. To break through to the third level, which is also the highest level, requires merging with a virgin with a Yin constitution
to absorb her Yin essence. But don't rush, even stopping at the second level is already impressive, as it allows one to sustain
a woman through two orgasms. However, completing the first level requires at least forty-nine days, during which time one cannot have intercourse with a woman
, otherwise... alas! One will be falsely accused of impotence, and one's penis will shrink.

Ha! "Ha!" Ha! "Enter the house and immediately laugh out loud!" Ha! "Ha!" Ha! "

*****To be continued*****

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