[The Self-Cultivation of a Lewd Girl - Liu Mengqi's Story] (Part 1: I Can't Lose to That Bitch)

Author: Du Yingxin
Published on the forum on January 16, 2016
First published on: This site Word count: Over 5,000
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I. I Can't Lose to That Bitch
Summer vacation has begun, and the temperature has reached its highest point of the year. I live in
Changsha, Hunan, the hottest city in China. News reports often say that an egg broken on the ground can quickly turn into a fried egg. Today is
the third day of finishing my second year of junior high school. I attend Yali Middle School and am 14 years old this year. My full name is Liu Mengqi. Unlike other
girls who develop quickly, I seemed to stagnate, my body showing no signs of growth. My father is quite tall, at
177cm, while my mother is shorter but has a very voluptuous figure—slender with ill-fitting D-cup breasts, a
very full bottom, and although not tall, her legs are proportionally beautiful. The only good thing I inherited is probably
my facial genes: big, bright eyes like a baby's, always with shoulder-length hair, a small nose and ears, and
I'm 160cm tall. The first thing people think of me is "cute," nothing more
.
The sun outside is very strong, but with the air conditioning blowing directly on me, I don't feel the heat at all. My father saw me and said sternly,
"How many times have I told you not to stand in front of the air conditioner! It's bad for your health."
I turned to my father, stuck out my tongue, and lazily said, "Okay, okay, I know." I reached
for the air conditioner remote on the coffee table, which was less than a meter away from me, to change the direction of the airflow. I was only a few centimeters away from the remote
, but that was the limit of my reach. Any further and I would fall off the sofa. So I had to stretch my body as much as possible
. He asked me why I didn't walk over to get it? "Of course, it's because of my laziness, you all know that!"
While stretching forward, I made muffled "ooh" sounds. Suddenly, I sprang forward and grabbed
the remote control. Just as I was feeling pleased, I lost my balance and fell to the floor with a thud. My nightgown slipped down,
exposing my entire bottom. The cold air from the air conditioner chilled my crotch and private parts, making me shiver.
My father saw this and yelled, "You're not wearing underwear again! Go put some on right now! You're not a child anymore, even
at home you can't do this, you know?!"
Knowing I'd been caught red-handed, I quickly got up, said I understood, and ran back to my room, closing the door. Of course, I didn't
go back to put on underwear. I didn't want to. I never wore underwear as a child. In middle school, they suddenly started making me wear them,
but they felt extremely uncomfortable. I kept refusing to wear them, and my parents lectured me for a long time. I slowly learned to be smarter, outwardly agreeing
, but taking them off as soon as we were apart. Then my period came, and I was incredibly embarrassed because I couldn't wear underwear to
put on sanitary pads. From then on, I only wore underwear before and after my period.
Lying in bed, I touched my chest. My slightly protruding breasts made me look like a chubby boy, and my
genitals were tightly closed and completely hairless. I couldn't help but worry because I heard that many of my female classmates
had already started developing, while I was still stuck in the past. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became, and I simply didn't want to do my summer homework.
After dinner, I went for a walk, hoping to meet up with my best friend, but her family had all gone on vacation.
Disappointed, I went home and lay on my bed, lost in thought, until I fell asleep without realizing it. Since I got home and fell asleep
at 7 pm, I woke up around 11 pm. Usually, I'm still sound asleep at this time, but I went to bed
early today and woke up now. I wondered what time it would be before I felt sleepy again.
A sudden urge to urinate came from my lower body. I got up and headed for the bathroom, but as soon as I opened the door and took a step
, I heard some noises coming from my parents' room. At first, I didn't know what it was, but I boldly walked over and heard my mother
moaning. Instantly, I remembered the lewd stories the boys in my class often talked about, and
the things I had come across through various means.
I knew they were having sex! At that moment, I felt incredibly embarrassed, my whole body burning up. I knew my face must be
burning red. I lowered my voice and retreated back into my room, my mind a mess.
The sounds of my mother's moans and my father's heavy breathing kept replaying in my ears. The more nervous I became, the stronger the urge to urinate became. To get to the bathroom, I had to go through my parents'
room, so I had no choice but to go out again and crawl slowly on all fours, trying not to make a sound.
It seems my parents used to do this after I fell asleep, but this time they didn't expect me to wake up at this hour
. I hadn't heard clearly before because I was a short distance from their bedroom door, but this time I had to slowly
crawl over. The closer I got, the louder the sound became. By the time I reached the door, I could clearly hear
my mother's moans. Although I was trying to avoid waking me, the noise was still very loud, and I could even hear the intense
slapping sounds of flesh against flesh.
I couldn't resist my curiosity and looked over. I saw my parents with their backs to me. My father was on top,
lifting one of my mother's legs, spreading them wide, and rapidly rubbing his penis against her. Her genitals opened and
closed with each stroke, eliciting a moan from her, and some fluid splattered
out.
"Ah...ah...slower...slower...slower...ah..." My mother's words were broken as she was being rubbed
. Hearing this, my father didn't stop but instead increased the speed and force of his thrusts, causing my mother to moan continuously. Suddenly,
a breeze blew, and because I wasn't wearing underwear, the wind blew directly onto my two genitals, making me shiver.
It wouldn't have been this cold if it were just a breeze; it was clearly wet before the wind blew. Had I accidentally peed
? I quickly touched myself and found I hadn't lost control, but my genitals were a little wet.
I thought I couldn't look anymore and rushed to the toilet. I climbed into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and relaxed. The urine
gushed out, and I felt instantly relieved. After urinating, I
felt completely relaxed, but there was a slight, lingering discomfort down there. I wiped with toilet paper, and the feeling disappeared, replaced by a pleasant sensation—something I
'd never experienced before.
After wiping, I flushed, not wanting the noise to disturb my parents, and kept the toilet paper in my hand. I then started to lie back in my room.
As I passed my parents' room, I couldn't help but glance inside. My father was standing on the bed, and my mother was kneeling in
front of him, making soft, smacking sounds, like she was eating a lollipop. I didn't dare look any longer and crawled back to my room,
slowly closing the door and lying down on the bed.
As soon as I lay down, the scenes I had just witnessed kept replaying in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more my body slumped, and the discomfort I felt after using the toilet returned. I tried to stop
thinking about it, but my brain was completely out of my control; the scenes became clearer and clearer—my father's bulging
penis and my mother's vagina opening and closing as if sucking on it.
My body grew increasingly restless, and I subconsciously reached for my genitals. I
grabbed my swollen vulva with my right hand, and the discomfort instantly lessened. "So that's what's causing this!" I thought
angrily, and as if punishing myself, I slapped my vulva. *Smack!* The sound was loud, and because I hadn't controlled my strength well
, I winced in pain and let out a soft "Ah!"
But the discomfort subsided after that slap, so I rubbed my vulva to relieve the pain. However, after only
a couple of rubs, the discomfort returned, even more intense than before. I cursed inwardly, "So you
only feel relief when I hit you! You only react when I'm nice to you!"
I stopped rubbing and slapped again, but this time I controlled my strength and it wasn't very effective. But this
time, it didn't stop the discomfort; instead, it worsened it. So I slapped again, this time with much more
force. With a "plop," a feeling of unprecedented comfort spread throughout my body, and the discomfort vanished instantly
.
Now I could finally sleep peacefully, but things didn't go as planned. Just a few seconds after I closed my eyes, the
discomfort returned. Helpless, I slapped again. With a "plop," I let out a soft moan of pleasure.
"What's going on? Why does it suddenly feel better when I hit my vulva, and uncomfortable if I don't? Is it like those insults on TV
: 'You're a slut who needs to be hit.' Am I really that slut?" I
shook my head. What a pathetic thing I am! But I couldn't understand the situation either. I could only
slap my vulva whenever I felt discomfort to stop it for a while, and then slap it again when the discomfort returned. After slapping myself a few times,
I actually started to look forward to the discomfort, because when I felt discomfort, I could slap my own vulva, and
the feeling of slapping my own vulva was so pleasurable!
I don't know how many times I slapped my vulva throughout the night, but it must have been at least two or three hundred times, because my
hand started to ache from exhaustion and I finally fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, it was almost 9 o'clock. On weekdays, my biological clock usually wakes me up at 7:15 because of classes
, and on weekends I naturally wake up before 8 o'clock.
When I woke up, I found that the door was closed, and my vulva was still exposed to the air, with some faint red marks on it,
probably from when I slapped myself last night. I pulled down my nightgown to cover it, and when I got up, I suddenly felt a sharp pain down there. " Ouch,
" I thought, "I must have smoked too much yesterday." I could only walk with my legs spread wide after getting out of bed; walking normally would
cause my slightly swollen vulva to sting.
It's been half a month since that incident, and my best friend has returned from her trip. She's gotten quite tanned
, but her wheat-colored skin looks very vibrant and beautiful. My best friend's name is Ye Bing, and she's a stunning beauty.
Why? Because of her precocious figure. She's already a class beauty
, and her breasts are precocious—she's only 14 and already a B-cup, unlike me, who's flat-chested like
a boy. She's also 167cm tall, and the only things she has that could be considered excess fat are her
breasts and hips. I'm so jealous of her long legs I want to break them.
"You're finally back!" I complained to her, "I've been so bored these past two weeks!"
Ye Bing smugly replied, "Why didn't you ask your parents to take you out too?" Is it my fault? "Seeing that she
wasn't comforting me but instead provoking me, I couldn't help but get angry and pinched her slender waist. She laughed and dodged, saying, 'Stop it
, stop it. I just came to play with you.' Ye Bing is very ticklish, so she stopped provoking me when I launched my attack.
'Where to?' I calmed down and asked impatiently, because the past two weeks had been torture
. Staying at home was making me feel like I was going to mold!
'Let's go swimming. I invited Peng Hao and his friends.' Peng Hao and his group were some of the more active
boys in our class, and they often hung out with Ye Bing and me. Peng Hao was their leader, the core of that group of boys,
and we all knew that Peng Hao liked Ye Bing, but he hadn't confessed yet. I talked to Ye Bing about this, and
she said that even if Peng Hao confessed, she wouldn't accept. It wasn't because Peng Hao wasn't handsome, it was just that she simply didn't like him. Being
friends was fine, but being lovers was out of the question.
Of course, Peng Hao wasn't the only one who liked Ye Bing; there were quite a few admirers of hers throughout the school." I also had a few questions.
They asked if I had a boyfriend, and of course I didn't, because Ye Bing and I both thought the guys were sometimes too immature
(although we weren't exactly on the same wavelength back then).
"That's great! Swimming is perfect on such a hot day. When?" Actually, the guys had invited
me swimming before, but since I was the only girl, I hadn't thought about going. Now that Ye Bing was back, we could go together.
Ye Bing said the day after tomorrow; she had just gotten back today and needed to rest. I agreed, and we went to Ye Bing's
house together. Ye Bing and I had known each other since childhood. We were both only children (thanks to the national policy at the time), so we were like
sisters, and our parents knew each other and often stayed overnight at each other's houses.
After chatting at Ye Bing's house for a while, I noticed it was already 5:30, so I rushed back for dinner. But
the sky didn't look like 5:30, though maybe it gets dark later in summer. When I got home and opened the door, no one was home
. That's not right; my parents should be home by now. I looked at the clock and realized it was only 3:00. Ye Bing
's clock must be broken.
Although it was only 3 a.m., it was too hot outside for me to bother looking for Ye Bing. I decided to take a shower and turn on the air conditioning (I'm a germaphobe
, and even a little sweat makes me uncomfortable). After showering, I passed by my parents' room and suddenly remembered that night
, and my body started to feel a little hot again. Without thinking, I went inside. Right there on the bed, my father's penis
was thrusting into my mother's vagina, and right there on the bed, my mother was sucking on my father's penis like it was a lollipop. The more I thought about it
, the hotter my body became; even the air conditioning couldn't suppress this restlessness.
I don't know what came over me, but I inexplicably opened my parents' closet and saw neatly arranged
underwear. Judging by the style, it was my father's. Suddenly, on a whim, I picked it up and sniffed it intensely, but all I smelled was
laundry detergent. Disappointed, I didn't know what I was expecting. Undeterred,
I took out all of my father's underwear and sniffed them one by one. They all smelled of laundry
detergent. Just as I was about to return in disappointment, I noticed something under the closet. Curious, I pulled it out;
it was a plastic bag containing some things. Strange, why was something hidden here? I checked the time: 3:20
. Hmm, still early; they wouldn't get off work until 5:30.
Relieved, I opened the plastic bag, and what I saw was a box with a picture of a naked woman standing
in an outdoor corridor. There was a lot of Japanese writing on it that I couldn't understand, but I could make out a few words, like "exposed
" and "rampage." This was a pornographic film! My house had porn! In an instant, my blood
started racing, my heart pounded, and I could barely breathe.
Two voices echoed in my head: "Put it back quickly, or you'll be in big trouble if they find out," and "Open it and see, open
it and see." Within a second, only one thought remained in my mind: "Open it and see."
I excitedly ran to my study and turned on the computer. Every second it booted up was agonizingly
long. Before I could even wait for it to boot, I'd already removed the CD drive and inserted the disc.
The computer automatically started reading the disc, and a video player popped up, accompanied by music
and six numbers: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, each with a title. The disc contained six
pornographic films. I randomly clicked on the first one. I saw subtitles, but I couldn't wait. I dragged the progress bar to the middle.
Inside, a naked Japanese woman stood on the sidewalk, her body covered in writing—all in Japanese characters
I couldn't understand—and strange symbols drawn on her chest.
This woman was standing naked in the street! Many passersby were watching her, but she didn't seem to
care at all, a smile on her face, enjoying the attention.
At that moment, I couldn't understand her behavior. Didn't she feel ashamed? Even though I don't wear underwear,
I'd be mortified if someone saw me.
But the woman in the video didn't; instead, she seemed happy. Did she find this enjoyable? Watching the video
, I became increasingly excited. As I watched, I started slapping my vulva. Since what happened last time,
I knew online that this was masturbation, but mine was different from what I knew. But I liked the
feeling.
In the small study, a 14-year-old girl was watching explicit porn while slapping
herself. The only sounds in the room were the video and my moans and the increasingly loud slapping
. Gradually, I slapped myself faster and harder. I watched the woman in the video
actively engaging in orgy with a group of men in the toilet.
As I slapped my own gushing, wet vulva, I cursed, "This woman... um... really... um... ah
... shameless! Ah... ah!" The pleasure from slapping my own vulva caused me to unconsciously
moan, and my cursing became intermittent. "Ah... ah... so good... ah... this woman... so cheap... um...
ah... she doesn't even wear clothes... oh... so good... and she lets so many people have their way with her... ah... she's so cheap!"
I suddenly slapped my vulva with a loud "smack!" and I also climaxed, a large amount of wetness flowing out. My whole body was numb and very comfortable
, and my lower body was also twitching. It felt like urinating the last bit of urine. After releasing the last of my
wetness, I leaned weakly against the chair. After a while, I came to my senses and looked at 　　the woman
in the video, who was being penetrated while sucking a man's penis, a smile 　　on her face: "Why haven't you climaxed yet, you slut? It's been so long." No, I can't end like this, I can't be worse than this slut! So I started slapping my own vulva again 　　. My vulva, which had just climaxed 　　, was covered in a lot of vaginal fluid, and each slap splashed out a lot, and because of the fluid, the sound was even louder. 　　And so, the room was filled with the sounds of slapping my own vulva, the woman's 　　moans, my curses, and my own moans. Until 5:20, I finished 　　watching the six exhibitionist videos. I had climaxed four more times because of slapping my vulva, and I was so tired that I didn't have the strength to do anything, but thinking 　　that my parents would be back soon, I forced myself to clean up the wet, semen-covered floor and chairs, 　　put the porn back, and pretended that nothing had happened when my parents came back. " 　　 To be continued "

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