【Tao Yaxin's Honeybee Garden】(01) 【Author: nichotzmomo】

Author: nichotzmomo
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Like it? Please show your support and let me know, because nobody likes sex halfway through.
Don't like it? Even a sow could rival Diao Chan. Everyone has different tastes, don't force it.
Share it? The story hasn't reached its climax yet, can you hold your tongue?
Women do have a strong sixth sense, that's true, but I'm not strong enough to guess everyone's thoughts (i m
not). (Professerrx)
Besides male pleasure, if you're curious why, just stretch out one hand and rub it up and down quickly.
You'll know why when you feel something about to ejaculate.
Donating sperm requires finding the right person!
In this workplace where everyone is vying for power and profit, sometimes a little sacrifice is necessary to survive
. Especially for a woman like you, who is attractive enough to catch the boss's eye. If you're willing to cooperate obediently once
, you'll definitely gain a foothold in the company in the future, unlike those junior employees who have to work hard to maintain a facade of goodwill
while fighting each other behind the scenes.
A pair of hands rested on Ya Xin's shoulders, gently stroking her. Even through the white-collar shirt, Ya Xin's flesh could deeply feel
the fear and heaviness brought by General Manager Song's rough hands. More than understanding the meaning of his words, her body
could feel it. This man's rise to his current position in the company isn't solely due to his excellent work skills. More
importantly… how much effort has he put into observing people's hearts, exploiting their weaknesses, and then using his usual
client-facing techniques to indirectly manipulate and pressure women? Thinking of this, Ya Xin's tightly clenched hands
trembled involuntarily.
Of course, if General Manager Song's methods were used on someone who wasn't pursuing anything or building dreams
, they wouldn't be tempting at all. These seasoned women in the workplace know exactly what
kind of women are suitable to fall into this illusory trap, what kind of women are
easy prey for these experts to capture once they set their sights on them.
Everything has a cause, just as it takes two to tango. When people are influenced by their upbringing… Whether it was her parents
' education, the people she interacted with and the close friends she made, or her own personality and other factors,
ultimately, she couldn't blame anyone else. Others only told her what to do; she was the one who decided whether to do it or not
. If she could blame someone else, she could only say, "God, you made Tao Ya-xin's heart too
weak back then."
Tao Ya-xin
was a girl who grew up in a wealthy family. Due to her father's business, she lived in Singapore,
South Korea, Japan, and Shanghai for a short period. Afterward, the family lived in Toronto for over six years. Tao's parents
doted on Ya-xin from a young age; she was their precious daughter. She returned to Taiwan with her mother for middle school
.
Ya-xin's parents weren't strict in their parenting; perhaps because she was their only child, they allowed her to do whatever she wanted
. Her parents provided her with everything she needed, and because of this, her cousins treated her like their own
sister. In return, Ya-hsin never disappointed her parents academically, always winning scholarships and achieving excellent
grades to make them happy. Perhaps driven by a desire to be a reliable source of support for her parents, she learned several
languages and various arts. She never complained of being tired, knowing that the fruits of her hard work would
be hers in the future. Ya-hsin was truly grateful to her parents for everything they had given her.
Growing up in a loving and well-off family, many things became commonplace in her mind.
However, at the age of 14, after returning to Taiwan with her mother, she experienced a different kind of happiness than in Toronto, and
for the first time, she encountered bullying during her school years.
This term can be associated with people of all ages. Just because you haven't encountered it doesn't mean you're lucky. You might feel
fortunate to have never been bullied, but that doesn't guarantee you aren't one of the many
"perpetrators." Yes; that shameful perpetrator (the one who watches without offering help)—are you really
helpless?
Verbal attacks, jealous slander behind your back, physical violence… these are
things the perpetrator takes for granted.
In the eyes of the victim, you are worse than animals, worse than animals, you shouldn't exist in this world. Letting you die
would be too good for you. You deserve to suffer tens of thousands of times more harm than the perpetrator suffered,
until even death cannot obtain the victim's forgiveness.
Unfortunately… on a scale with two different weights, one side is ultimately powerless to choose to bear
and accumulate these emotional scars, because the perpetrator will never understand the pain you feel, like your heart is being cut by a knife.
"For example, when Tao Ya-hsin truly became a woman, she believed that 'love' was needed before 'sex'
so that 'sex' could achieve a balance." For the perpetrator, seduction, coercion, drugging
, and rape are all forms of sexual assault. It's all about satisfying one's own lust and achieving a fleeting pleasure—a
selfish act devoid of empathy.
It's vulgar. It's despicable. It's shameless and despicable.
But… people gradually change. Saying no and resisting physically are no match for the body repeatedly
betraying itself to accept orgasm.
Even if it's against one's will and desire, it ultimately remains a shameful desire to satisfy the
lust deep within.
The original victim may one day become the next perpetrator, even if she was the victim in the first place.
That seemingly innocent little girl still retains a pure heart deep within. She doesn't
use this to deceive herself; she's not inherently dirty. Her experiences have taught her
why the men who hurt her chose her. No longer content with simply being bullied, she begins to seek redress through others.
A man who had hurt her, Ya-xin, who understood men's needs and knew the fragility of friendship, was physically and mentally exhausted that year
. She gained power that ordinary employees could not obtain. Even though she later held a high position in the company, it
did not completely change the male-dominated workplace beneath the seemingly equal facade.
She once thought of returning to her original, simple self... but her body craved the
satisfaction of more male penises entering her body.
From a naive little girl who believed the world was pure and beautiful, to a diligent white-collar worker who
attended dinners with senior colleagues after work and couldn't refuse invitations... despite her low alcohol tolerance,
she drank glass after glass, her face flushed with shyness, her intellectual beauty attracting many men around her. She has grown into
a charming and alluring woman who skillfully uses her intelligence and beauty, leveraging her social skills to gain
significant professional benefits for the company. After work, she unbuttons her top, revealing a hint of her breasts, and drinks with colleagues and juniors,
exuding mature beauty. Every move she makes draws the attention of men.
Although she's not a world-renowned beauty, she was once scouted for a career in entertainment. During her studies,
she received numerous offers to film programs, and her social media presence garnered her a large following of loyal fans (
she estimates that about half of them were drawn to her slightly sexy photos; both men and women are attracted to her). While she would
n't call herself a celestial beauty, her appearance is certainly not bad, and she attracts attention wherever she goes. If she were to share her
thoughts as a woman now…
"It would be that 'no matter her age, in the eyes of some men, she's always a
woman they want to possess, to ravage, and to humiliate.'"
If you've started to question or become interested in Tao Ya-hsin, and are curious about the veracity of the above statement
, let me tell you that what you know in this vast world is not everything. Many
things are constantly happening that you are unaware of, but you are not the one being affected!
Both men and women can become victims.
Whether Tao Ya-hsin's experiences are simply a story, or just something I'm rambling on about while typing this
, is irrelevant. A happy
ending doesn't necessarily make a good movie, and even in tragedies, the protagonist may have experienced happiness. A
simple life would be mundane; sometimes, wrong choices only add a touch of
excitement to one's future memories.
A flower needs to go through many processes to grow, just like our personal growth. You'll
encounter different things in an environment, and even in adversity, to survive, you must find a way to bloom
into a stunningly beautiful flower; otherwise, you'll become an ugly, rotten flower that no one would want to accept.
Do you also have a garden within your heart, unknown and yet to be developed?
Seeds
Taiwan, a place both familiar and unfamiliar, is the birthplace of Tao Ya-hsin's mother, a
place brimming with Taiwanese warmth and hospitality. From a young age, Tao's mother taught Ya-hsin Mandarin, though Ya-hsin doesn't speak much Taiwanese. Having spent many years
abroad, her Mandarin upon returning to Taiwan wasn't very fluent, somewhat like a child learning to read and repeat,
but not terrible (more about thinking about how to say it than speaking). Inevitably, she was
laughed at at first.
After completing all the transfer procedures for Ya-hsin's future middle school, Tao's mother didn't rest for long,
not even having explored all the local food and attractions, before starting her new school life.
Tao Ya-hsin attended both middle and high school at well-known prestigious schools in Taipei (which ones are not worth delving into
).
Ms. Zhou was Ya-hsin's teacher for two years until she graduated from junior high school. She was probably around 160cm tall at the time
, wore old-fashioned glasses (I don't know if she was really nearsighted from studying too much), and had shoulder-length
hair. Her makeup always emphasized her thick eyebrows. She was the kind of teacher who only cared about teaching her subject and nothing else .
She avoided trouble and pretended not to know anything. Perhaps Ms. Zhou wasn't married at the time, so her educational approach never had
the parental heart to consider things from the child's perspective.
Ms. Zhou, were you sure you weren't a spinster back then?
Everything depends on Ms. Zhou's current understanding; you might be wrong but she might think you're right, and you might be right but she might think
you're wrong. That's why I blacked out Ms. Zhou's face in the graduation yearbook. You're not a good teacher
!
Teacher Zhou: "Class, as I mentioned a few days ago, we have a transfer
student who has returned from overseas."
She tapped the table leg with a small stick to signal for quiet. From the doorway, Ya Xin could
clearly hear the students' cheers and applause.
Teacher Zhou: "Transfer student, come in."
Seeing Teacher Zhou beckon to her from the doorway, Ya Xin gripped her backpack strap tightly, suppressing her nervousness, and
slowly entered the classroom. She didn't dare look directly at the students, but out of the corner of her eye
, she could clearly feel their gazes and hear their whispers. It wasn't hard to
imagine the curiosity of her classmates about her background as a transfer student.
(?: Wow, she's so cute! ?: Really? I'm cuter, aren't I?
I can't forget what I heard back then, you saying you're cute is really cute, and I'm still in contact with you now,
but you're such a gossip!)
Teacher Zhou: "Quiet down, everyone! Don't chatter like sparrows, it's so noisy. Come on,
introduce yourselves to the class, write your names on the blackboard."
She glanced at Teacher Zhou, watching her hand over the chalk with a slight smile. Ya-xin knew she
had to do something. She thought she shouldn't be so nervous; she was naturally outgoing, and she needed to show that side
to get along with her classmates quickly.
She took the chalk, turned around, and wrote her name, "Tao Ya-xin," stroke by stroke with her small, white hand.
Ya-xin: "Um... hello everyone, my surname is Tao, and my given name is Ya-xin. I've lived abroad with my parents since I was little
. Although I transferred here in second grade, my Chinese might not be very fluent sometimes. I hope to..."
"For the past two years, I've been able to enjoy school life happily with everyone as friends."
She finished with a bright smile, seemingly melting the hearts of her classmates, and
applause gradually followed. The cheers of the boys were joined by the shouts of the girls. Just as Teacher Zhou smiled and told everyone to stop
their commotion, a cool-looking boy with an obvious bad-boy vibe spoke up.
"Hey! Little Peach, you'll be one of our school's beauties, right? Want to be with me again
? Haha!"
What was this boy all about? And that disgusting "Little Peach" nickname? What made him think I'd want to be with
him again? Feeling incredibly uncomfortable but unable to show her disgust, Ya-Xin awkwardly smiled in response
. At that moment, Teacher Zhou called out...
Teacher Zhou: "Cao Yongyi, quiet down. Haven't you caused enough trouble outside of school? You're the class's biggest troublemaker,
always giving people nicknames."
Cao Yongyi: "What does it matter, teacher? 'Little Peach' is such a cute nickname. She really is captivating
. Don't you think Tao Yaxin is cute?"
Teacher Zhou: "Junior high students, don't talk like you're about to fall in love. Focusing on your studies is your top priority,
okay? If your grades aren't good, no matter how attractive you are, it's useless. Come on, Little Peach... um... Yaxin, you
sit next to Yingting. Yingting, raise your hand."
Fang Yingting: Yes~ Yaxin, over here. (A girl, full of energy, drawling out a long syllable)
So his name is Cao Yongyi. I don't know why, but Ya-Xin didn't actually dislike the nickname he gave her.
Dislike was probably her first impression of him, though she wondered why he acted that way. Perhaps, as Teacher Zhou said, first love
is like that one word, "Little Peach." Cao Yongyi… was Ya-Xin's first love during her two years of middle school.
The girl who kindly pulled out the chair for Ya-Xin when she entered her seat,
the girl who introduced herself with a friendly, sisterly smile, was one of the cheerful girls in the class, the first
girl to rush forward and dare to grab a senior's hair for Ya-Xin, and also one of Ya-Xin's best friends as she grew up.
Fang Yingting: "Please sit down. My name is Fang Yingting, everyone likes to call me A-Ting. Hello."
Ya-Xin: "Hello, I'm Tao Ya-Xin. Thank you for being so understanding this semester."
Fang Yingting: "Haha, you don't need to say your name again. I'll remember you even after graduation."
Looking at Fang Yingting's genuine smile with her eyes narrowed, Ya-Xin immediately smiled back.
Perhaps the easiest way to bridge the gap between people is through smiles that warm each other's hearts.
After more than three months, Ya-Xin got along well with almost everyone in her class. Among her classmates and first and third-year
students, aside from those who were already popular figures in school—the fighters, the handsome and intelligent school heartthrob,
those who had appeared on television, and the school beauty—everyone knew Tao Ya-Xin. Ya-Xin was
one of those widely known on campus as someone who had returned from abroad, not only having appeared on television but also being a beauty. Until graduation,
the school Tao Ya-Xin attended always made her the center of attention, which also brought her trouble and, inevitably, some people's hatred,
leading to bullying.
It seems to have always been this way; sometimes, if people could put themselves in others' shoes, many things were simply a matter of
not liking others' good fortune, creating a sense of inferiority that led to bullying such people for pleasure, even if it was just a baseless
lie used to hurt someone. Humans are selfish… and that selfishness can kill a person.
(The last class before school ended that day)
?: "Damn it! Why did you bump into me?"
? "Junior—what's wrong? Hurry up and apologize."
Ya-hsin: "I'm sorry... Senior... but I didn't bump into you..."
? ?: "Sister Hsin~ these new junior girls are all so arrogant, they don't even respect their seniors."
("A soft thud as flesh collided with something")
Ya-hsin: "Ouch, that hurts."
?: "Serves you right for being in so much pain. Junior, I know your name. I'm Hung Ya-hsin. We both have the character 'Ya' in
our names. Open your eyes and remember my name properly. Don't try to seduce me at school anymore, you slut!
Do you hear me?"
Ya-hsin, who had been shoved against the door in the restroom, stared at the woman in front of her with a surprised, bewildered, and confused expression
.
Hong Yaxin had an oval face and big eyes. She had experience applying makeup, and even women would find her beautiful
. Her sleeves were rolled up, and she was chewing bubble gum from time to time. Three other senior students surrounded Yaxin. Until graduation, she didn't know their names. Actually, it wasn't that she didn't know them, but that the three of them were completely 　　unimportant
in Yaxin's life . 　　Ya-hsin: "I'm sorry, senior... I'm not like what you said, please let me leave." (What senior 　　? What do you want?) 　　Hong Ya-hsin: "No? You bitch, you always have free breakfast drinks in your drawer, and so many letters. Don't you know 　　my man is in some of them? What are you pretending to be stupid for?" 　　Ya-hsin: "Senior, I didn't know that some of those letters were from your boyfriend, and I don't know him. Please 　　don't do this, okay?" 　　Senior Ya-hsin slapped Ya-hsin hard on the right cheek. With one side of her hair being pulled, 　　one of the seniors next to Ya-hsin kicked her left thigh with her right foot. Then, the other two seniors grabbed 　　a bucket, filled it with water, and splashed it over, shouting 　　: "Get out of the way! Here comes the water!" 　　Despite trying to block the large amount of water splashing over her, Ya-hsin was still soaked. 　　Ya-Xin: "Your juniors' all been seen through, you really are a slut with some assets~ Too bad, a little girl is still a little 　　girl, wearing such pink and cute underwear is laughable, you love to be sexy, I'll let you be sexy to your heart's content at school today, go tell 　　the teacher and you'll be mute from now on! Watch out at school." 　　Watching the seniors' departing backs accompanied by snickers, Ya-Xin saw several students 　　leave the restroom without a word, some even going into her restroom as if nothing was wrong, what popularity, what attention... 　　when in danger, everyone looks out for themselves. 　　Biting her lip tightly, Ya-Xin hid in a restroom, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

The pain seeped into her soul, and her eyes gradually reddened. She closed them, still
dripping wet from the splatter. She slowly squatted down, resting her forehead on her elbows, her knees bent. Tears of resentment and anger
streamed down her face, but she dared not cry out, only suppressing sobs.
A few minutes after the school bell rang, she looked up at the ceiling, gazing at Ya Xin, trying to calm herself.
She grabbed some tissues and wiped her tears, wringing out the water from her skirt and drying her hair
. She opened the bathroom door and stood in front of the mirror. Her uniform was clearly soaked, revealing glimpses of her underwear.
She grabbed more tissues and dried herself, still feeling resentful, before returning to the classroom.
Math teacher: "Tao Ya-xin, how long has it been since the bell rang for class? Is it raining outside? Why are
you all wet?"
Ya-xin: "Because my stomach was a little upset just now, and... it's a bit hot, and
I accidentally sprayed some water on myself while washing my face because the water was on too high." She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, a 　　nervous reflex
to cover her exposed breasts, and also to indicate that she had lied (Ya-xin often did this when she was nervous as a child, 　　a gesture somewhat like praying to God). The teacher, bewildered by the mischievous thoughts of today's children, urged Ya-xin to return to her seat so as 　　not to delay the lesson. 　　Ying-ting: "Little Tao, are you alright?" 　　Her worried eyes and tone were like an older sister's towards her younger sister. She took a handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped 　　Ya-xin's face and hair, making Ya-xin feel warm at Ying-ting's gesture, yet also bringing tears to her eyes again 　　. 　　Ya-Xin: "No...it's nothing, hehe. I felt clumsy all day." 　　Ying-Ting: "You've always been like this. But how did you get all wet while washing your face?" " 　　Little Peach" 　　was a nickname Cao Yong-Yi gave Tao Ya-Xin on her first day at the school, and it has now become her exclusive title 　　and later her other nickname, "Momo." If Cao Yong-Yi hadn't called her that, Ya-Xin wouldn't have gotten 　　used to this nickname. 　　Worried, Ying-Ting put away her handkerchief, still concerned about Ya-Xin. Ya-Xin, smiling faintly, looked back at 　　Cao Yong-Yi. His serious expression and her awkward one created a 　　brief, unspoken exchange of glances, devoid of any sparks of love. In that one glance, Tao Ya-Xin didn't know that Cao Yong-Yi had already guessed why she 　　was all wet. Cao Yong-Yi knew Tao Ya-Xin's unspoken suffering; in that one look, it seemed he 　　had seen through her grievances in that instant. 　　Cao Yongyi also did something shocking, something everyone in the know understood at the time, but 　　we all pretended not to. That incident determined that a troublesome student who loved to fight would grow up to be a bad kid, 　　but he did so with more flair than anyone else. Compared to those who liked to follow the crowd, act tough, and need to be in a group to make a scene, 　　Cao Yongyi was one of the few who could be considered a leader. But this also destined Cao Yongyi to be Tao Yaxin 　　's first love, a love that was destined to end but never lasted. 　　The school bell rang, and the students gathered and left one by one at the school gate. 　　Classmates: "Ya Xin, let's go home together. There's a new restaurant on XX Street that's pretty good, let's 　　go eat there." 　　Ya Xin: "Sorry, maybe next time. You guys go ahead, I need to go to the teacher's office to see our homeroom teacher." 　　Ying Ting: "How about we wait for you at a nearby 7-Eleven?" 　　Ya Xin: "Oh, no need to wait for me, you guys go home first, okay?" 　　Although Ya Xin wanted Ying Ting and the others to go home first, Ying Ting and the others went 　　along with Ya Xin's wishes, so they said, "That's fine." After leaving the school gate and disappearing from Ya Xin's sight, Ya Xin walked to the teacher's office with a feeling of apology. She looked inside 　　but didn't see Teacher Zhou. With a slightly disappointed look in her eyes, she stood outside silently staring at the ground for a while. 　　?: "Isn't this Xiao Taozi?" 　　A familiar voice made Ya Xin look up 　　. It was Cao Yongyi. 　　Ya-hsin: "What...you haven't gone back yet?" 　　Tsao Yung-yi: "Hey, hey~ don't be so cold, okay? What kind of look is that? You're so pretty. We've 　　been classmates for so long and you're still so cold to me? You're such a cute little peach, and your hair is still wet, 　　you're so tempting." 　　Ya-hsin: "What little peach! I don't like that name. And your tone is so greasy, 　　it's disgusting." 　　Tsao Yung-yi: "You're really sharp-tongued, but I like you like that. You're pretty and you know how to talk~ Your sourness is 　　still cute. Why aren't you going back with your friend? What are you doing here? Waiting for me?" 　　Ya-hsin: "Come on...I need to talk to the teacher, okay? Judging from your appearance, you probably just got a spanking from the disciplinary office 　　." 　　Tsao Yung-yi: "Damn. How did you know? You really care about me." 　　Ya-hsin: "Disgusting... You walk like you have hemorrhoids on your butt." 　　Cao Yongyi: "Haha, you're really good at describing things. Looks like you've been listening to a lot of Chinese lately. Do you 　　know how to swear?" Ya Xin: "Am I as bad as you? After you've had your spanking, go back to your mom and ask for a hug, don't bother 　　me." 　　Cao Yongyi: "You're so fierce. If my mom hugs me, I'd rather you hug me too, hehe. The more you act like this, the more I 　　like you. Okay, I'm going to run away now. If Teacher Zhou sees this, he'll start nagging again. See you tomorrow, Little Peach." 　　Cao Yongyi's shirt wasn't tied up properly, his penis was sticking out, he was holding his backpack and his head, and there wasn't 　　a single book in that flat backpack. He was a typical student who didn't like to study, reporting to the disciplinary office every day. On the eve of graduation, I really hoped he would 　　be expelled. When Ya Xin expressed this thought, looking at his back, she wondered 　　if he had always been this kind of person 　　? "Hmm? Isn't this Ya-xin? Why aren't you home yet?" 　　Turning around, she saw Teacher Zhou. 　　Ya-xin: "Ah, hello, teacher." 　　Teacher Zhou: "What's wrong? Why aren't you home yet? Did you come to see me about something?" 　　Teacher Zhou smiled at Ya-xin. 　　Ya-xin: "Yes...yes, I have something I'd like to tell you." 　　Teacher Zhou: "Then come into the staff room first. But why are you all wet?"

Ya-xin: "No, I just accidentally got splashed with water."
Teacher Zhou: "You students shouldn't be so fond of playing in the water these days. It's a waste of school resources, you know
? Look at Cao Yongyi and his gang of bad students, they've been hanging around you a lot lately. You're all good students with excellent grades,
don't let them influence you, understand? Okay, so what do you want to tell me?" (Teacher
Zhou, who hadn't looked at Ya-xin since sitting down, was only focused on the report card in front of her.)
Ya-xin: "Teacher... I..."
Teacher Zhou: "If it's about being bullied, you don't need to say anything." " Students can resolve things privately.
It's no big deal if they like to cause trouble and argue, especially since Cao Yongyi in our class is always getting into fights with the other class.
He wouldn't be afraid of getting a major demerit. Doesn't he understand that a student's duty is to study hard?" Before Ya-xin could even explain, she couldn't believe that Teacher Zhou could 　　speak so simply and nonchalantly
about student disputes. Cao Yongyi was indeed mischievous, but why 　　did the teacher always use him as a target to warn us? Ya-xin swallowed her words before she could utter them. 　　Ya-xin: "Teacher, um... it's nothing, I just wanted to ask you about some homework, but 　　it seems a bit late, my mom will scold me if I don't hurry home. Goodbye, teacher, I'll ask you again tomorrow 　　." 　　Ya-xin awkwardly forced a smile, nodded to Teacher Zhou, and jogged away from the teacher's office. Her heart 　　was filled with mixed emotions. How could Teacher Zhou, the teacher students could rely on most at school and her own homeroom teacher, 　　speak so casually and indifferently? Had Teacher Zhou already suspected that Ya-xin had been 　　bullied? Actually, anyone seeing her soaking wet, her expression clearly showing her suspicions, wouldn't simply think the girl 　　was alright. But how could a teacher be so easily dismissive? Or perhaps Teacher Zhou was subtly 　　telling Ya-xin that she didn't want to get involved. 　　What a scoundrel. 　　Back home, after putting down her schoolbag, Ya-xin looked at her mother, Tao, who was arranging dinner dishes one by one on the table with her head down. If 　　you have no one to rely on when you're out in the world, then your family who raised you is the only one who will never 　　abandon you. 　　Tao's mother said, "Sweetie, you're back! Put your schoolbag away, go wash your hands, and come eat dinner. My darling 　　must be very hungry." 　　Just as Tao's mother looked up at Ya- xin 　　, Ya-xin cried out, 　　"Mommy..." Suddenly, tears streamed down her face, and she burst into loud sobs. Seeing Ya-xin crying, Tao's mother quickly 　　ran over, hugged her, and comforted her. Hearing her darling cry like this, Tao's mother also shed tears 　　... Ya-xin, whose mind was filled with scenes straight out of a TV drama, felt incredibly dramatic 　　. Why was she acting like a little adult? 　　When children consider themselves little adults, they don't understand that being affectionate with their parents will never be limited by age. 　　After washing her hands, Ya-xin sat obediently at the dining table. She and her mother prayed before the meal and said, "Let's eat!" 　　The mother and daughter ate and chatted as usual, but Ya-xin asked her mother 　　, Tao-mao, if she had ever been bullied at school. Tao-mao laughed, saying she was kind to everyone but had never been bullied; in fact, she would help those who were bullied 　　. 　　Ya-xin asked, "What would you do if I were bullied someday, Mommy?" 　　Tao-mao replied, "How could that be? My beautiful darling is so well-liked, who would bully you?" 　　Ya-xin said, "It's just a hypothetical question~" 　　Tao-mao said, "Honestly, if you were really bullied, you should reflect on whether you did something wrong." 　　Ya-xin didn't continue the conversation, silently finishing her dinner. She took a bath and soaked in the tub, thinking, "What if it were Daddy 　　? ...What would he think? But even if he was on my side, so what... Daddy is a boy, 　　and for boys, fists are definitely the most practical weapon." Thinking this, Ya-xin silently clenched her little fists and sighed deeply 　　. 　　(Yeah, I'm just a girl.) 　　Half-submerged in the bathtub, Ya-xin wondered what to do at school tomorrow. Should she 　　talk to her senior's boyfriend and clear things up? What if her senior saw her and misunderstood? But she didn't even know who that senior was. So annoying, 　　so annoying… She should just ask for leave… but how long could she take it? She still had to go to class. 　　That night, Ya-xin thought a lot before bed. To outsiders, it was just being splashed with water, nothing serious. 　　If Ya-xin weren't the obedient type, there wouldn't be anything to worry about. Being weak 　　doesn't mean being truly weak; it just means that the ruthless side hadn't surfaced yet. She didn't even 　　know that trigger. She realized she could be ruthless. If she had known that earlier, she wouldn't have been bullied 　　. 　　"Junior!" 　　Ya-xin, who was about to enter the school gate, was stopped by a strange male voice. It was a 　　boy who wasn't particularly handsome, slightly overweight, and shorter than Ya-xin. What was striking was his eyes, which made her extremely uncomfortable. 　　Ya-xin: "Excuse me, who are you? 　　" "Jian Mingfu" 　　Ya Xin: "...I don't know you." 　　Jian Mingfu: "Ah~ that's true. You didn't leave my name on the letter my little brother wrote. With your popularity, 　　it's no wonder you don't know me if you didn't leave your name." 　　Ya Xin (What a terrible guy...) 　　Ya Xin: "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" 　　Jian Mingfu: "I'm a third-year student. My friend told me my girlfriend took care of you before school yesterday 　　. Are you alright?" 　　Upon hearing this, Ya Xin immediately realized that the boy in front of her was Hong Ya Xin's boyfriend. She thought to herself that this was the reason she was 　　misunderstood and treated that way by her senior. This guy was completely unfaithful in relationships. She remembered that 　　there were always several letters in her drawer that looked like they were written by the same person. The writing was disgusting and frivolous. This terrible person even had someone else 　　write them for him. 　　Ya Xin: "So, what are you trying to say, senior?" 　　Jian Mingfu: "How about you stay with me again? I guarantee no one will dare bully you anymore. My girlfriend 　　taught you a lesson yesterday." 　　A little surprised, Ya Xin hadn't even finished answering Jian Mingfu's question when she saw Cao Yongyi walking over.

Cao Yongyi, with his arm around Jian Mingfu's shoulder, said
, "Hey, isn't this our Brother Fu? He's talking to our class's Xiao Taozi and wants me to join
in."
Jian Mingfu replied, "Oh, it's Brother Yi. So our junior is called Xiao Taozi? That suits her perfectly, hehe. By the way, are you looking for
trouble? Daring to put your arm around my shoulder?"
Cao Yongyi retorted, "Everyone knows we're always getting into fights, both on and off campus. We're about to
have our birthdays in a few days, why aren't we going to go have some fun with your girl instead of bothering my woman?"
Ya Xin retorted, "Hey! Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about?" "
Cao Yongyi: "It'll happen sooner or later, I'm just trying to get you out of this mess."
Jian Mingfu: "Stop being so nosy, I haven't settled the score with you from last time. This junior is definitely going to be my
girlfriend, you try nagging me again."
Just as Cao Yongyi was about to punch Jian Mingfu, who was grabbing his collar with a sly grin
, the discipline director at the school gate stopped them both and told them to go to the discipline
office together. Cao Yongyi smiled and waved for Tao Yaxin to go back to the classroom first.
According to classmates, Cao Yongyi's family was a so-called "second-generation gangster,"
while Jian Mingfu was a local hoodlum. Jian Mingfu had been looking for trouble with anyone he didn't like since he was in school.
The biggest difference between him and Cao Yongyi was that Jian Mingfu needed a lot of people around him to dare to speak loudly. In other words, without people around him,
he was nothing.
They already had some minor squabbles, and because of Tao Ya-hsin, their animosity only worsened.
Hong Ya-hsin would frequently tease Tao Ya-hsin, and once, in the classroom corridor, she deliberately called Ya-hsin out, making sarcastic remarks. Ying-
ting, who was about to enter the classroom, saw this and, with a lollipop in her mouth as usual, grabbed Hong Ya-hsin's
hair tightly. Ya-hsin couldn't forget Ying-ting's outburst, "So what if you're a senior, you stinky bitch?"
Of course, after that incident, Ying-ting also became a target of Hong Ya-hsin and her gang, but they were powerless against Ying-ting's outspoken personality.
Days passed, and one day during a school assembly, they overheard the discipline master speaking from the platform. He mentioned that several third-year
students had celebrated their birthdays the previous evening, drinking and driving without a license, resulting in one man seriously injured, three women slightly injured, and one man and one woman
dying.
The deceased man and woman were on the same motorcycle. Besides the presence of alcohol and speeding, the brake
cables were broken.
Tao Ya-xin couldn't help but recall a day after class when she overheard Cao Yong-yi talking to his
classmates who always surrounded him
. Cao Yong-yi said, "Once a person is dead, they're nothing. Things that are an eyesore should disappear from my sight as soon as possible."
A chill ran through Ya-xin as she looked in Cao Yong-yi's direction. Her expression was no longer the relaxed, ever-
smiling one she usually was; it was more like that of a child who had done something wrong and still thought it was perfectly justified.
Was it you?
No way?
You wouldn't really do that, would you? You
wouldn't be that stupid, would you?
Why would you do something like that?
You're so scary.
But you, from that day on, truly made my heart care.
The incident created a somewhat somber atmosphere on campus at the time, but the passage of time has
blurred the memory of the event. After we entered our third year, Ya Xin's popularity at school was so extraordinary that even neighboring schools knew of this
school beauty. This caused her considerable distress. While boys showered her with attention daily
, there were also those who constantly stood by her side, seemingly protecting her, but more accurately described as
shameless fools proclaiming themselves her boyfriends. Their
supposed relationship was more like that of a bickering couple, constantly arguing for no apparent reason, which others interpreted as a romantic one .
Because of this, one seemed to be sacrificing while the other was quite pleased, often claiming to have won the beauty's heart through their persistence. Little did they
know that in the months they'd been together, they hadn't even held hands, let alone kissed
. Their first and last kiss was just before graduation.
Whether such feelings can be called love is still unclear. It's more like
a game between two immature children. Although it was their first love, the element of love wasn't strong enough.
Perhaps pity and encouragement from others played a larger role than genuine affection, even though he was the boy who almost took Ya-xin's virginity.
On the second night of their graduation trip, if it weren't for the teacher's investigation, Ya-xin might have genuinely fallen in love with Cao Yong-yi
. Unfortunately, men, whether grown up or still immature, are always impatient and eager
, wanting only to quickly penetrate the female. The male doesn't understand that what the female wants isn't just random groping and hurting her
breasts; even eating requires knowing how to put food in her mouth. He hadn't even found the right hole, yet he kept trying to penetrate without knowing what he was doing.
At least he shouldn't have torn her underwear.
There are a lot of stories to tell from middle school, but not too few either. Even if you added another topic, you couldn't finish them all
. I'm only briefly mentioning them not because I'm lazy, but because some things are best left unsaid, and some memories, once opened
, are endless. This particular memory isn't completely closed yet.
One middle school memory I can mention is from two weeks after our graduation trip. One day,
after finishing her homework, Ya-Xin suddenly remembered what Cao Yong-Yi wanted to do that night.
A strange heat welled up in her chest, and she pinched her cheek to try and cheer herself up. Looking at her developing breasts,
which were just two mounds of flesh, how could Yong-Yi have said they felt so good to rub?
Lifting her small breasts, Ya Xin looked at her chest, which had defined cleavage. She hadn't thought much of it when her breasts were growing
, just a simple developmental stage. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and slowly took it off,
placing it on the bed. Staring at her breasts with a puzzled expression, she unconsciously reached out her right index finger and lightly touched her right nipple.
A slight tickle made her body tremble, and that touch made her even more curious about her body.
Moving the chair back, she stood up, locked the door, and sat on the bed. Using her left hand, she first grasped one
breast, gently kneading it. The feeling was special to her. Then, she placed both hands on her breasts, first focusing
on kneading and squeezing both sides. She realized that without hurting, her body could feel so comfortable. Using her index fingers...
Instead of touching the nipples on both sides of the chest, gently tap the nipples with the pads of your index fingers, sometimes adding your thumb
and index finger to pinch the nipples together.
It's a strange feeling. This action lasts for several minutes, the nipples gradually hardening. Suddenly,
a slight coolness comes from below. Raise your right hand and reach inside your thigh to touch the center edge of your underwear. Why does it feel
wet?
Could it be urinary incontinence so early? Your left hand follows, reaching into your waistband and pulling the underwear
down to your knees. Slowly open your legs and look down. There's a clear wet patch in the middle of the underwear. Touching
the labia, your fingers feel wet too. It's not leakage, so why…?
Your phone screen lights up, showing a text message from Yongyi: "Are you asleep yet?" Damn, I just showered
and almost got my dick caught in my zipper.
Low-class! Even after we've been together, he hasn't changed much—a low-class, frivolous man.
Bird… a man’s… Yongyi’s erect penis that night, which aroused my body…
rubbing against my thigh until a little bit of a wet, liquid substance came out of it… that embarrassing
prostatic fluid.
It’s what flows out from the tip of a man’s penis when he’s excited. I wondered what about myself,
would something flow out of my private parts too? My face felt hot, and I recalled the image of Yongyi’s erect penis that night. I was so ashamed.
I lay back on the pillow…
my fingers unconsciously touched my private parts, stroking them up and down with my fingertips. Suddenly, I touched a
small protrusion. My body felt strange, a tingling, comfortable feeling. For several minutes
, my fingers couldn’t leave that spot. I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress the sound I wanted to make. Muffled breathing gradually
echoed in the room. My fingers moved back and forth on the small protrusion, gradually becoming faster. My mind started to feel like I couldn’t think
of anything, only one image
remained: Yongyi’s erect penis.
Ya Xin: "Ha...uh...ah..."
Her rapid breathing was accompanied by panting sounds. A lot of clear liquid flowed from the little hole below her urinate.
Her cheeks felt hotter and hotter, and her chest felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Her index finger was still
stroking her clitoris. Her middle and ring fingers were wet from the clear liquid. Unable to resist the waves
of pleasure spreading from her body, her two fingers slid into the little hole.
The way she picked, dug, and inserted was much more pleasurable than just touching her clitoris.
(I want it so much)
I don't know what I want, but three words appeared in my mind, telling me that I couldn't hold back anymore. If my body
was touched by anything else, it felt like something would leak out of the little hole. Her panting became more and more rapid.
She lightly bit her left thumb, and her legs tightly clamped the hand that was inserting her fingers into the little hole. A great tingling sensation spread throughout her body.
She thought to herself that she couldn't take it anymore. Her body kept trembling for a while before she collapsed.
So tired, my body suddenly felt so tired. My vision couldn't focus on the ceiling, and my whole body went limp on the bed
, still panting. I don't know how long I'd been lying there. I propped myself up with my hands and noticed that the sheets between my legs were soaked
. Oh
no, did I wet the bed?
How am I going to explain this to Mommy?
But it felt so good, I wanted it again. Yongyi kept wanting to put it in here, was it because it felt
so good to him? If he went inside me, would it feel even better than if I used my fingers?
Completely lost in thought, I lay back down on the bed, unable to think of anything...
I wanted it, I wanted more comfort.
Before a seed is planted in the soil, it's just a simple seed. Different seeds have different colors and growth processes, and
they have to go through hardships to sprout. Before it grows into a beautiful flower, its growth can be ordinary or
amazing.
(I know some men always say all women's holes are the same. Please go sleep with several women before you say they're
the same. Do you think every man's penis looks the same? They vary in size, thickness, and length, okay?)
Ordinary is like watching a plant grow every day; before it sprouts, it's still in the soil after a few days—that's
boring.
Amazing is like watching a modern time-lapse video, quickly observing it sprout and grow into a beautiful flower—that
's the climax.
Some people live ordinary, simple lives without major ups and downs. Others always want a
simple life, but fate doesn't always cooperate. Often, they have to experience the bittersweetness of life. Outsiders always think their
lives are amazing, admiring and envying them, without considering
whether their lives are truly as amazing as they seem. Are these people born to live such amazing lives?
Nothing is absolute; no one is born to do anything specific.
Life is full of choices; you are, and so am I.
Will the ending be like a wildflower that catches your eye at first glance, or a beautiful flower in a garden that you admire again and again
?
I can tell you now:
flowers, too, have their day of withering and falling.
If you like it, cherish it.
Because you will only love it at its most beautiful moment.
When it's no longer beautiful, there are plenty of flowers that can replace it.
To that person, you say you will love it forever, even when it's no longer beautiful…
Go to hell! I'd rather you tell me you just like older women, you just like mature women,
you have a mother complex!

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