[I shouldn't have told her] 1

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Author: hunterwowo
Published: August 1, 2016
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I am a university teacher at a university that implements an elite education system. Girls graduating from here
can at least become secretaries or even managers in large companies, with guaranteed admission. As long as you graduate successfully,
there is a certain failure rate. However, it still attracts many young girls and their parents to enroll. However, the female physical examination
requires girls to reach a "goddess" level to apply.
I came to this university 5 years ago and was fortunate enough to become a computer teacher, teaching them some basic computer
skills. In 5 years, I've heard or learned a lot, and naturally, there are also 　　some strange tales
that every school has its share . 　　For example, dozens of girls disappear every year, officially said to have left the school, unable to bear the immense 　　pressure of further education. But in reality, their parents can't find their children. 　　The warehouse on the back hill of the school is off-limits; it's said that ghosts hide there. Hehe, I've been there once, 　　there are no ghosts. 　　There's a small lake near the back hill of the school, where people are said to have drowned. Although the lake is indeed very deep. 　　There aren't any large woods on campus, so I don't have the chance to take my boyfriend out for some fun. The school covers more than two Forbidden Cities, 　　but it doesn't have any large woods, isn't that strange? 　　But none of this matters to me now, because I've been here for 5 years, and nothing has negatively 　　affected me. 　　Today, the weather is very cool, but I feel a bit restless. To be honest, facing so many 　　beautiful girls every day but not being able to hug one, any guy would feel depressed. Besides, I've finished reading all the novels I had on hand 　　, and I have nothing to do. Especially those few white clouds in the sky, slowly drifting in the breeze. 　　I've decided to go exploring, or rather, to take a look around the surroundings, after all, this school is not small, 　　and it has many secrets. 　　I escaped the noisy playground and the little garden where couples strolled hand in hand, and approached the old, run-down warehouse 　　. To be honest, it was really quiet here. The dilapidated exterior of the old building made most people, especially 　　the pretty girls, instinctively stay away. 　　Naturally, in the bright spring sunshine, who would be so bored as to come to a dusty old warehouse to play? 　　It's not like it's a grand adventure, haha. There were even fewer people near it during the day than at night, although people preferred 　　to do other things at night. 　　But suddenly, as if bewitched, I quietly approached the window of the old building, slowly, slowly, I peeked inside. 　　There was nothing there, except for the areas illuminated by sunlight; the room was pitch black. 　　Haha, what else could there be? I chuckled to myself at the faint reflection in the glass. 　　Suddenly, I heard a groan coming from inside. Having watched countless films, I naturally recognized it as a suppressed 　　sob from a young woman. I was a little curious; this place was off-limits to students 　　, and being caught would result in a major demerit, but no one was enforcing it, there was only a sign. So if I heard a girl moaning 　　, I might peek for a bit. 　　I could tell the girl was getting closer because the whimpering moans were getting louder, and 　　there was also the sound of dripping water. Perhaps the girl was being violated, subjected to S&M? 　　That was my guess, but I wasn't sure; it was just a wild guess. Could it be a girl I knew behind the window? 　　The sound grew closer and louder. I didn't move. When the sound started to fade, I guessed the person had passed 　　by. I quietly took out my phone, pried open the small camera, started recording, and moved the phone up. 　　I was sitting under the window, which wasn't high, so I slowly raised the phone and adjusted the angle to make 　　it as inconspicuous as possible. But I could still see the screen. 　　The first thing I saw was a large, white, round buttock—so beautiful, with a firm, round bottom and a slender waist. 　　It made me want to take a bite. Below, the mysterious peach blossom cave was still pink, 　　but a trickle of fluid was constantly flowing from it. Beneath the round buttock, two snow-white thighs were rubbing against each other, seeking 　　even the slightest relief from the emptiness. 　　Seeing this, I felt myself getting hard. Although I don't deny that I've seen countless films, I 　　can't deny that this buttock was truly beautiful, making me want to rush up and penetrate it. That snow-white body was 　　slowly moving. The window faced a vertical path, and there was also a horizontal path running along the window. So 　　what I saw now was that girl crawling along the vertical path. Yes, crawling, because she wasn't walking, but 　　crawling, like a female dog. I didn't dare get up. After all, I was sitting on a patch of grass. Moving was fine, but I 　　was afraid that if I got up too suddenly, the grass would rustle and disturb those inside. This was a school, not 　　some desolate wilderness. 　　I slowly moved the camera, gradually scanning the girl's body—only a portion, of course, because of her angle 　　; I couldn't see much. Finally, slightly forward from her waist, I saw a pair of shoes— 　　black cloth shoes. These days, very few people wear that style. I continued to slowly move the camera 　　. Black pants, very clean pants, though the cuffs were a little stained. Moving upwards, black clothes, and further upwards, 　　wrinkled skin, unsightly bulges on the back of her neck, and the bald head only accentuated this unsightly appearance 　　. The man leading the beautiful woman, the one treating such a beauty like a dog on a leash… 　　That man… it was…! I gasped, covering my mouth in surprise. 　　I knew him. If it were someone I didn't know outside the school, it wouldn't be so bad, but he was 　　the old man who greeted me this morning—he was the maintenance worker at the school! 　　How could this be? 　　I was stunned. 　　How could it be him? I stared, stunned, at the familiar figure on the screen. 　　All I could see was the old man in black, using a thin leather belt to restrain 　　a beautiful but self-degrading girl, making her crawl slowly down a long corridor.

In the sunlight, the shadow stretched longer and longer.
The scene was beautiful, but the man was too ugly.
The old man's surname was Zhang, and I usually called him Old Man Zhang when I saw him, and he would always respond with a smile.
He would often stay in the small house by the back hill with his box. If anything was broken—like a light bulb not
working or a window shattered—it was always safe to go to him.
There was once a photograph called "Father," depicting a thin, dark-skinned old man. If he were a little fatter and more kind,
he would be Old Man Zhang.
I had chatted with him a few times; we saw each other frequently at school, and we would occasionally greet each other, but I
never imagined that this kind-looking old man was secretly a man who trained women.
And judging from his demeanor, he was already quite skilled.
It was hard to accept. I didn't know how to express it, and I didn't want to. Perhaps this was the
girl's own self-degradation? Money, lust, even S&M—who knows?
I didn't stop him.
I left.
This was the first time I had witnessed this scene, discovered this old man's secret.
More than half a month passed, and this wasn't my second time here. In fact, I would come here every few days
, unaware that I had fallen into the old man's sights. I was just sneaking around, like
a thief trying to break into the neighbor's house. I noticed that the old man would occasionally walk by with a girl. At first, I thought
it was the same person, but after carefully observing the recorded phone screen and seeing several buttocks, I realized that the girls were never the
same, or rather, they all had one thing in common: extremely good figures.
I can't describe how I felt when I saw the second girl. I always thought that the old man was
lucky to have even one pretty girl to play with. Who would have thought there was more than one?
Sigh, comparisons are odious, and I was the kind of person I was going to throw away.
But what I didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.
The old man's life remained unchanged, and I stopped paying attention to it.
After all, college students were willing to degenerate, and I, as a teacher, didn't know them and had no connection with them
. If I rashly stepped in, I might be the one who got scolded.
More than half a month passed, and I met Xiaoqing, a particularly beautiful girl. She was a junior in college,
a stunning beauty with waist-length hair. She was also a direct descendant of a large family—of course, this was just drunken rambling
, and I didn't take it seriously.
Xiaoqing had a very cheerful personality, a bit tomboyish, but incredibly thoughtful. When we chatted, she always
easily grasped the direction of the conversation, giving off a warm and welcoming feeling.
My acquaintance with Xiaoqing began when she was late for work.
That day, I was playing on my phone in the office when I suddenly heard that tomboyish girl at the next desk starting to scold someone again.
"Mu Xiaoqing, this isn't the first time you've been late. Being late for class, openly talking back to the teacher, and now
you're telling me it's not your fault? Tell me, how will you ever get by in society
?" The tomboy swallowed hard and continued, "Don't tell me your family is rich, but that's all your parents' money.
Does their wealth mean you're rich? What will you do when your parents are gone?
What will happen when you openly talk back to your boss in society?"...
The tomboy's husband had recently cheated on her, so she was in a bad mood and had just returned to work today. It seemed this girl
had run into trouble.
Mu Xiaoqing didn't falter as I expected, or run out in tears. She
listened quietly, nodding occasionally.
My eyesight is good; across the desk, I saw
something interesting in Mu Xiaoqing's disheveled hair: Bluetooth earphones.
She was wearing earphones and nodding, clearly just going through the motions.
I shook my head, smiled, and pointed to my ear, looking directly into her eyes. She seemed oblivious to my unaware that I'd seen through her
little secret. She simply smoothed her hair on the side that resembled a tomboy, kept her head down, and
subtly flicked her middle finger behind her back, from an angle I could see.
I didn't say or do anything more, just continued playing on my phone.
That was our first meeting.
The tomboy, tired of her tirade, waved me away.
The next evening, at a street food stall, I saw Mu Xiaoqing again. She was embracing a girl—
a girl with a youthful face and large breasts, much shorter than Mu Xiaoqing, but her breasts were so large I felt I couldn't wrap my hand around them. Her
hips were probably also quite full, though her arms were a bit thick. She wore a ponytail, revealing fair skin; she was very pretty.
The girl was struggling to break free from Mu Xiaoqing's embrace, but it was clearly futile.
Mu Xiaoqing smiled and held the girl tighter. The girl didn't resist anymore, accepting Mu Xiaoqing's advances with a helpless expression
, saying, "You're really a pervert." Pointing to a roadside stall, she said, "Xiaoqing, let's get
some skewers?"
Mu Xiaoqing agreed, and the two sat down at the small table next to me. At this moment, Mu Xiaoqing noticed me,
pointed at the girl, and said, "The man I told you about this afternoon is him."
The girl glanced at me, "This is the guy, daring to molest my Xiaoqing?" Then she curled her
lip, "He's not even that good-looking."
I am indeed of average appearance. Although I'm 1.85 meters tall, due to a lack of exercise, I'm slightly
overweight, with a double chin, small eyes, a short buzz cut, and a big nose. At this moment, with my mouth full of grease, it's natural that the beautiful girls
would look down on me. However, I'm not a clueless child, and these words didn't anger me. I just smiled
and didn't take it seriously.
"Sorry, my Xiaoxiao didn't mean it. Let's pretend what happened during the day never happened," Mu Xiaoqing patted
the girl and said to me with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, lots of people say that, it doesn't
matter if she's the only one. Also, Tomboy's been in a bad mood these past few days, don't upset her." I swallowed the snack in my mouth and said with a smile.
"Okay, my name is Mu Xiaoqing, this is Ling Xiaoxiao, and what's yours, handsome?" Mu Xiaoqing asked me.
"Me? I'm just a teacher, you can just call me Fatty." I wiped my hands with a tissue and said, "Meeting
is fate, and if we're destined to meet twice a day, then we're acquainted, beautiful lady."
"Great, nice to meet you, Fatty." Mu Xiaoqing extended a hand and shook mine. "If
I take your class, you absolutely have to pass me!"
That's how we met. I met two beautiful girls, and they had a chance to avoid failing a course, which was a win-win situation
. After all, the old lady was definitely going to fail that elective. If I helped her fail another course, or gave her a hand,
she wouldn't have to repeat the year.
Meeting beautiful girls naturally meant taking them out for fun. Occasionally, we'd eat together, and sometimes
we'd go to amusement parks. Even though we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, it was still
fun to see the envious looks from the guys around us.
And after meeting Mu Xiaoqing, I stopped caring about what was happening in that old warehouse at school
.
Mu Xiaoqing was a bit of a tomboy, and that didn't
change because of her flowing long hair and stunning figure.
My acquaintance with her was merely a small comfort during my lonely period of being single, but slowly, I also felt happy. Especially
after one time, we met by chance at the same bar, and I took her back to her dorm after she got drunk. Although she didn't
say anything later, it was clear she was more genuine with me. Friendship isn't about exchanging favors.
Perhaps we're always like this, always wanting more, or perhaps I was too insecure in the face of such a beautiful girl.
Actually, I think the key was that on the way back to their dorms, I witnessed Mu Xiaoqing's
formidable Taekwondo black belt skills. I simply couldn't handle it, so it was better to keep my distance.
So I became engrossed in games, reducing contact. I thought this would lessen my fear and
feelings for a student, but I was wrong. Distance only made me want her more. To suppress these feelings, I
went to that old teaching building again.
Can I say that everyone has a voyeuristic desire, especially the first time you haven't been caught,
and the scenery is very tempting?
On a dark and stormy night, when I was setting fire to a house and committing murder... ugh, I spit on that.
It was midnight when I secretly went to that spot at school.
I'm smart; my mom always said I didn't use my talents in the right way. Yeah, I'm a homebody
, but a tech-savvy one. I'm fluent in six languages, and I'm skilled at installing and making communication and surveillance equipment. I'm also good at creating
disguises. If you ask what I do at school, I won't tell you, I'm the specially appointed president of the cosplay club
and a basic formal wear instructor.
I sneaked in at midnight, naturally to spy, having installed a series of surveillance devices—
not cameras, of course, but button cameras and listening devices.
These were my treasures.
Having gotten my hands on the building's blueprints from the school archives beforehand, I naturally knew which areas were important.
However, I wasn't sure if I could get any useful images. After all, I didn't know what the old man would do.
Just dragging a naked girl around the building wasn't what I needed.
Without incident, my equipment started working, but most of the time, there was no one in the frame.
I observed once a week, so I relied on fast-forwarding. On the afternoon of the third day, I finally got images of people.
This is the changing room. The old lockers against the wall are all locked. If the floor weren't so clean, I
wouldn't even have been interested in installing a camera.
There were two girls. I recognized one of them by her hair—she was the girl I'd accidentally seen during my first spying session
.
After all, I'd watched that video and masturbated more than once. And the girls at this school are generally quite attractive,
especially those in Mu Xiaoqing's dorm.
There are very few boys; it's practically a flight attendant dorm. The majors are diverse—languages, nursing
, etc.—mostly female, with even makeup classes. Fitness requirements and gyms are plentiful.
Even in a school like this, I felt this girl was top-notch.
And the new girl next to her, well, not bad either.
The two girls entered the room without exchanging a word, silently taking out their keys, each opening a
locker, and without any shyness, taking off their clothes, revealing their beautiful bodies.
The girl I saw was a slender-faced girl with long, black hair, fair skin, and a small,
firm bust (C-cup, but not large, without any sagging). She had long limbs and was probably about 1.8 meters tall;
she would easily be a model. After undressing, she took out a key, opened another
cabinet, and pulled out a long bunny ear headdress and a black fishnet outfit—a bunny girl
costume. Her white skin against the black mesh made her look incredibly sexy, like a casino dealer or
a bar hostess.
The other girl was much shorter, probably 1.6 meters, and had a much fuller figure. Her skin was a healthy, pale yellow-white, with
short purple hair. She had a slightly... well, let's just say a bit... but her breasts were enormous,
at least a J-cup. And they weren't fat; they were plump and gave off a fleshy, bouncy feel that made you want to touch them.
She opened the closet and put on a white nurse's uniform, but the buttons on her enormous breasts looked like they might burst open at any moment. The skirt
was so short it only reached her pubic area, and her dark pubic hair was constantly being glimpsed as she moved.
Naturally, neither woman was wearing underwear.
I guessed that the two women were the main characters of the day.
But that wasn't the case; the main character was an old man. Although I called him an old man, his manhood
was probably thicker and longer than a child's arm, even smaller than those in Western AVs.
He sat naked from the waist down in a small rocking chair, wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt, watching the TV screen
with great interest. Due to the viewing angle, I couldn't tell what was on the video, but it sounded
like an AV, because I could hear women moaning.
When the bunny girl reached the old man's door, she took a small round plate from a box. On it were
a whip and a cocktail.
The nurse picked out a flat metal plate with a gag, rope, and a large syringe on it.
The bunny girl and the nurse didn't knock or show any hesitation. All I saw on the security camera at the door
was the two women pushing the door open and entering.
What was behind the door? Only darkness. Sorry, the door was locked when I went, so
what happened behind it? At this point, I can only speculate.
Half an hour later, the two women emerged, not walking, but crawling, one after the other, like two beautiful dogs crawling out
of the room.
Their clothes were gone; both women were naked, their hair disheveled.
The girl who had played the nurse had a particularly large belly. With my extensive experience watching porn, I could tell at a glance that she had been given an enema, and
the enema fluid was still inside her. As the girl crawled, drops of it occasionally leaked from her anus.
The girl was desperately clenching her anus to prevent the fluid from leaking out, but her efforts were met with rough treatment;
a plug was forcefully shoved into her anus.
"Don't dirty my floor, you slut," the old man said, continuing forward. The two women followed closely behind. To be honest
, seeing two beautiful young women turned into two naked female dogs lying on the ground was
quite a sight. The old man, leading the women on chains, didn't even turn his head, as if he were
simply walking.
Didn't he care about the two beauties?
After walking through several corridors, they came to a small room. The old man led the two women inside and then left.
An hour passed, then two hours, and the girls didn't reappear. I decided to investigate their identities
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