Fangfei Yanyu is the story of a high school slut who enjoys being gang-raped and abused.

The cicadas continued to sing.

The girl at the dressing table stood up, tied a knot at the hem of her shirt, revealing her navel and her entire smooth
belly. She turned around in front of the mirror, carefully examining her outfit—her denim shorts, reaching only to her upper
thighs , exposed her long, fair legs. The top two buttons of her pale yellow shirt were undone,
revealing the lace trim of her bra and the alluring slit in the neckline.
She tried a few poses, trying to appear more seductive, but
something off—not just her movements, but her whole demeanor felt awkward. She wore lipstick,
drew her eyebrows, and applied powder, which clashed with her schoolgirl ponytail. She didn't usually
like these things, but they made her look older and less easily recognized;
after all, judging by her figure alone, no one would guess she was only 16.

She leaned closer to the mirror, put on her sunglasses, adjusted her headband one last time, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and
tossed her head gently. From that angle, she could see her open collar in the mirror, revealing her
fair breasts clearly; the bra cups were a little loose, and she could even vaguely see the light brown areolas.
At school, boys liked to steal glances at her like this, especially when she bent over her desk.
They always clumsily tried to hide it, thinking she didn't know, but she could usually tell. However, she
would play along and pretend not to notice.
Actually, she didn't mind them. If it was a boy she liked, she would even deliberately let him
look at —she liked that feeling, the feeling of her "charm" being affirmed.

"Okay, that's it then, it should look pretty good..." She pursed her lips, not
saying .
She sat down again, picked up her phone, and turned on the screen—9:40. Her mother wasn't home; as usual
, she was either playing cards, dancing, or out fooling around with some man—who knew? She opened WeChat, tapped on the
profile picture labeled "Baihe," and nervously typed four words on the nine-grid screen: "Are you here yet?"

A brief silence followed, but it felt incredibly long. She even thought he might not answer. So when
her phone suddenly vibrated, she was almost startled.

It was a voice message, accompanied by the noise of traffic. A man's gentle voice: "Almost there. Have you left
yet?"

"No, I just finished getting ready..." she replied with a voice message of her own.

But the next voice message made her face flush instantly, down to the roots of her neck: "Oh, I thought you were so eager to be a whore
that you couldn't wait."

"No... you haven't contacted me, I thought you weren't coming..."

"I knew you would contact me."

"Why?

" "Because you want to be a whore."

She felt her face burning hot, that word gave her a peculiar feeling—shame, embarrassment, yet
excitement... something inside her was boiling, even giving her a shiver of excitement.

But before she could think of a reply, another message came:

"You've come, haven't you?"

That confident tone annoyed her, annoyed at being seen through. Although she was still several kilometers away,
it felt like there was a pair of eyes that could see her every move, see through her clothes, her skin, and into her
very soul...

"Mm." She replied with one word.

"Good girl, little whore. But you'd better hurry, I'll be waiting for you at the usual place."

She finally came to her senses, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and hurriedly ran out the door. But as she reached the door, she suddenly ran
back, took off her backpack, pulled out a laminated name tag, and tossed it onto the dressing table.

—It bore her photo, and in black letters read: Fang Yan, Class 221,

Qiyang Middle School , July 27, 2015. Three months shy of her 17th birthday. And just over a year since she was deflowered . In that year, she had slept with a double-digit number of men. And the number of people who had seen her body— more precisely her "pussy"—was far greater. She herself didn't know the exact number, but the most viewed post of her photos on the forum must have nearly 200,000 views. Besides that, there were countless reposts—those boys who stole glances at her neckline would probably never know that the "class beauty" who made their blood boil at the sight of her cleavage had already had every corner of her body seen by countless people. Perhaps they had actually seen those photos, but they would never have imagined that the swollen, open, and semen-dripping orifice in the pictures belonged to that high school girl next to them, a girl who was academically gifted and could sing and dance... That made her feel conflicted. She was afraid of being discovered, afraid that the people around her would know the secret beneath her beautiful exterior. But she often couldn't help but think, what if one day it really happened? Men liked to take pictures of her. Although she would try to cover her face, and although she would ask them to blur her image, she knew that it was just to give herself psychological comfort. They would definitely secretly take pictures of her with her face showing, and they would definitely secretly keep the unblurred images... Maybe one day, suddenly, the news that "Fang Yan from Class 221 was raped, and the photos were posted online," along with those shameful photos, would become an open secret among all the boys in the school. Every time she thought about it, her heart would pound. She would involuntarily imagine the unbearable shame, a feeling as cold as if she'd fallen into an ice cave, making her hair stand on end. However, slowly, she found that feeling was addictive. When the tension and fear subsided, she even felt a little unsatisfied—she gradually realized that her fear stemmed only from the possibility of consequences, while deep down, she secretly wished the whole world knew she was a slut… She began to enjoy imagining the reactions of her classmates or neighbors when they discovered her secret. Would they be speechless Would they masturbate to her photos, or would they humiliate her, harass her, and use the photos to blackmail her ? "If someone really comes looking for me, I'll just let them fuck me. It doesn't matter who fucks me anyway," she sometimes thought.

She would think, "If he tells everyone, if everyone really knows, I'll drop out of school and become
a prostitute in Dongguan...maybe I'm cut out for this."

Occasionally, just occasionally, she would wonder how her mother would react. Anyway, she wouldn't care,
right? If she did care, she wouldn't let those strange men be alone with her daughter.
She likes to call me a bitch, so let her have her way. She should be happy; I won't embarrass her anymore,
I won't have to trouble her with tuition fees anymore, and it won't affect her finding men anymore...
As for her father, in her memory, she thought he was a pretty good person, at least better than his ex-wife. However, she
didn't know if she was his biological daughter—of course, he didn't know either.
When they divorced, he didn't ask for a paternity test, perhaps wanting to preserve some beautiful memories. But
eventually , he left the city, only returning once every year or two to visit her. Each time,
she could feel their relationship growing increasingly distant, until it faded into a blurry shadow…

Her mother had affairs, more than one; she'd heard and even met him. Sometimes, she'd
bring men home.
And one of them had taken her virginity. But he was slightly different from the others. He was gentle,
with a scholarly air, and was the man her mother knew that left the best impression on her.
So that time, when he knocked on her door, reeking of alcohol, her mother wasn't home, but she still
opened the door , let him lie on the sofa, poured him tea, wrung out a towel, and then, as she squeezed next to him,
reaching for the air conditioner remote on the sofa back, her budding breasts, through her thin nightgown, brushed against
his cheek… He hugged her, kissed her, and slipped his hand inside her clothes to touch her—that was all.
But for her, it was her first physical intimacy with a man, the first time her nipples had been stimulated and become erect, and
the first time she discovered that a man could bring her pleasure.

However, it wasn't her first experience with sex. When she was eleven or twelve, she had
vaguely learned about relationships between men and women from certain "magazines," but the first time she witnessed a man and woman making love was in her second year of
junior high school . A boy borrowed her iPad, and when he returned it, she found
something he hadn't deleted—of course, perhaps he hadn't really forgotten.
In short, those few minutes were like the collapse of her entire world, a shocking experience, yet also like
the opening of a new world. Her heart pounded as she deleted those things, but the next day, she regretted it.
She started replaying those images in her mind while lying in bed, and then she figured out how to find similar content—she
thought she was quite clever; perhaps this was the most useful gift her father had left her
. Finally, in the autumn of her final year of junior high, she learned to masturbate: hiding under the covers, watching
porn on her phone, stroking her body as it matured, and fantasizing about the organs on
the screen thrusting wildly into her, entering her body in the same way, entering
the place men crudely called "vagina"...

So, when that boy started touching her, she didn't panic or
struggle like some girls, just a little surprised, but then she became calm—she had always been
confident ; she was taller and more developed than most girls her age.
At school, she knew the boys liked to look at her, flirt with
her, talk about her, and jokingly called her "Big Boobs" behind her back.
At home, almost every man her mother brought home would give her a suggestive look as she sized up her increasingly
shapely figure, speaking to her with feigned concern and a fake smile, or casually touching
her buttocks or thighs…
She knew she possessed something that attracted men…
So, at that time, she simply lay softly in his arms, eyes closed, nervous yet expectant,
letting his hands and lips roam over her body. In the end, she even felt a pang of disappointment—she had
thought he would actually have sex with her, but he stopped.

But that door had already opened, the door in her heart. On that day, she was ready to accept
a man entering her body, to accept the fact that she was about to become a woman.
Therefore, when he came home again later, everything seemed natural. She could feel
the burning intensity in his eyes when he looked at her. She hesitated whether to avoid him, but in the end, she chose to accept his
passion .
So, while her mother was busy in another room, her lover, on the other side, would slip his hands inside his daughter
's clothes, kneading her tender yet full breasts, or the sparsely haired vulva between her legs—
it filled her with a profound sense of guilt, but not disgust. On the contrary, it felt like revenge,
revenge for what she had lost in her childhood because of her mother's mistakes.

She added him on WeChat, and she started chatting with him late at night. He asked her to take pictures of her body for him to see,
her breasts, and her vulva, or to masturbate in front of a video. She was obedient, doing whatever he asked, even spreading her vulva open
so he could see the irregular membrane clearly.
She enjoyed having him lick her, licking her clitoris, licking her most sensitive clitoris, the sparse stubble scraping against her
flesh and skin, a slight pain mixed with a strange pleasure. She learned to give him oral sex, just
like in those movies. The taste of semen initially disgusted her, but precisely because of that disgust,
she felt incredibly cheap when she held it in her mouth…
He was single, but not divorced; his wife had died of cancer five years ago. He said he was lost, that
he originally only wanted to treat her like his daughter, that he was disappointed in himself but couldn't pull himself out of it.
She felt he was telling the truth. She said it was okay, it was her own choice. He said she was too good, so good
it felt like a dream, that if he were twenty years younger, he would definitely marry her. But she asked,

“Why do I have to be twenty years younger to marry you?”

A long silence followed, the only sound in the air was breathing. Finally, he whispered, “I'm sorry, Xiaoyan,
I'm sorry … I think I won't come to your house anymore… But if you need anything, or if
anything happens, you can still tell me, and I'll help you as long as it's within my power.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He stood there, stunned, watching her crawl over like a cat, straddle him, lift her thin t-shirt,
and bury his face between her soft breasts. "Don't do this, Xiaoyan," he breathed softly, reaching out to
push her away, but in the end, he slowly moved towards her already erect nipples…

Unlike what she had imagined so many times, the first time didn't seem to hurt.

He entered her body with almost no resistance; she was already soaking wet inside. She was even a little
worried that he would be disappointed, that he would think she wasn't a virgin at all. "Maybe when I touched or licked her before, I
broke ," she thought.
She held him tightly, savoring the way his hot organ plowed through her untouched garden, pushing all the way
to the deepest point, almost piercing her heart, then slowly withdrawing, the glans scraping against every fold
and every bud, as if trying to pull them out of her body… Her whole body was
trembling , her vagina spasming in waves.

"Does it hurt?" he asked with concern.

"Mmm...it hurts..." she nodded gently, but she knew it was a lie. It might hurt a little,
but really only a little. But her response made his movements even gentler. She stared intently, trying to
find bloodstains on his penis as he pulled it out. There seemed to be some, but before she could see clearly, he thrust in again
...

"Then...am I tight?" she asked softly.

"Tight...it feels incredibly tight..."

"Hehe..." she laughed dreamily. She guessed that maybe he was lying too. She felt that she might
not be as tight as she thought. "Compared to my mom?" For some reason, she suddenly thought of this question.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Between me and her, who do you like more?" She thrust her hips forward, welcoming the warm iron rod, swallowing it
completely , as if forcing a question.

"You." He didn't think much of it.

She laughed again: "Why?"

"Because you're too pure, as pure as jade, never been tainted."

"But now… you've tainted me…" she breathed softly, burying her head in his chest…

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But in the end, he still left, deleting all contact information, leaving her only a letter and
a bank card—she hid it in the bookshelf, never using it, and never knowing how much money was on it.
She felt that she wasn't doing it for the money; being used for money is what makes a prostitute.

But that wasn't the biggest problem.

The most devastating thing was the emptiness after losing him.

She discovered with horror that she had become addicted to the feeling of having a man by her side, addicted to the
pleasure of enjoying each other's bodies.
Now, no one holds her in warm arms anymore, no one caresses her full breasts, no one licks her
wet clitoris… and no one… penetrates her newly deflowered vagina… It feels like
a part of her body has been cut off; you constantly think about it, but all it gives you in return is
emptiness .

She begins to hate him, hate his gentleness, hate that he gave her such a wonderful beginning to her sexuality. She hates that he knocked on her
door, letting her see the vibrant world outside, only to leave so hastily, leaving her standing alone by the door,
helpless . But after the hatred subsides, she still thinks of him.

So, on another afternoon when her mother wasn't home, when another man smiled and took her hand by the sofa,
she remembered him. Just like before, he pulled her close, and she slowly lay down in his arms, closing her eyes and feeling
his rough hands slip under her clothes… She knew it wasn't him, but all she could see were the images of her and him
from that time …

He wasn't as gentle, nor as handsome, and he was rougher, pinching her nipples until they burned.
But she found that it seemed to excite her even more.
Perhaps it was because on her first night, she felt she should have felt pain, but hadn't received it, so now, when
she was finally hurt by the man, it felt like a belated gift, completing the last piece of her memory puzzle. Her breasts were squeezed high under her pajamas, the tender nipples of her sixteen-year-old breasts deforming wildly
between the man's fingers . "Your breasts are amazing, little beauty," she responded with a moan, which clearly excited him even more. He rolled over and pounced on her, kissing her face, her earlobes, her neck wildly , tearing open her clothes, sucking on her nipples that were pinched until they were red. She could see his crotch bulging. He started unbuckled his belt with one hand and reached into her panties with the other—in that instant, she seemed to suddenly realize something: not every man is as reserved as the one she remembered—perhaps most are not. —Because not everyone would treat her like a piece of jade, pure jade. "You're wet, little beauty." The man's fingers caressed her clitoris. "Wet...isn't that good ?" "Yes! Of course it's good!" The man laughed: "I like it when it's wet." " Why? " "When it's wet, it's more fun to fuck. What man doesn't like that?" He had already taken off his pants, his dark, rod-like member showing its purplish-red head, flicking its tongue at her like a venomous snake. "So, do you want to fuck me?" "Hehe, what am I doing if I don't want to fuck you? You're so beautiful, with such a perfect figure, which man wouldn't want to fuck you?" That sentence gave her a thrill she had never felt before. In that instant, those frivolous glances and ambiguous smiles from her memory fluttered through her mind like fallen leaves. Every man wants to fuck me, right? When they look at me, they think about how to strip me naked, grab my breasts, and penetrate me she had always felt that desire, but no one had ever said it so clearly . She suddenly felt a little proud—every man wants to fuck you… Perhaps, this was the highest She let him pull off her light pajama bottoms and obediently spread her legs. "If you want to… then come on…" The man's hand wiped her vulva, smearing her juices everywhere, and then, holding his penis, he forcefully pushed it in. The feeling of her body being filled again made her cry out. "Your pussy is so tight." The man said with an admiring expression—it seemed that the man from his memories that day...

She wasn't lying.

"Do you like it?"

"I like it!" He thrust in hard,
one stroke after another, making her feel a dull ache inside. "What man doesn't like a woman with a tight pussy?" He leaned down, kneading her breasts while bringing his lips to hers. She obediently
opened her mouth, letting his tongue slip inside, carrying the smell of stale tobacco, making it a little hard to breathe.

"You really are only fifteen?" He finally lifted his head.

"Mmm." She groaned and nodded.

"Damn, fifteen-year-old breasts this big, fifteen-year-old legs this long."

"Then what age do you think... ah... how old... should I be... I..." His penis continued to stir inside her, sometimes fast, sometimes
slow, making her incoherent.

"Judging by your figure, you'd look like you're in your early twenties. But if you only look at your breasts, you

look like a young married woman." "Why do I look like a young married woman?

" "Your breasts are big, and your nipples are especially perky and dark in color, unlike a young girl's."

"Then what do I look like…?"

"Like a young married woman, but one who's had children, or one who's been with many men." He pinched
her nipple, lifting her breast until it stood upright, then released it, letting it bounce back sharply. "Tell me,
how many men have you been with before?

" "Guess?"

"Hehe, anyway, I'm definitely not the first… I guess… four or five."

"Why?" Her face suddenly turned red.

"Because you're slutty. How could you be so slutty if you hadn't been with so many men?" He pinched her nipple while
thrusting deep inside her.

She savored the word "slutty" over and over. It was the first time someone had used that word to describe her; it sounded
like an insult, yet it had a special flavor…

"What does 'slutty' mean?" she asked.

"Sexy...heh, I can't really explain it, it's just...that kind of vibe, like
a woman who's begging to be fucked, someone who wants to be fucked..."

"Hehe," she laughed, "Then maybe...I am a little sexy...Do you like me sexy?"

"Yes! What man doesn't like a sexy woman?"

"I've noticed you...especially like saying that...what man doesn't like...how come everything is...
what man doesn't like?"

"I'm telling the truth, you're top-notch, everything about you is amazing, every man would love to fuck you
." As he spoke, he moved even more vigorously, waves of pleasure flowing from her breasts and genitals,
accumulating , boiling, surging straight into her brain, almost making her faint:

"Hehe...is that so...but I...have only been fucked by one person before...really...you're the second
...I'm not lying to you..."

"Then I'm quite lucky, it seems," the man grinned, "
It's a bit of a pity that such a beauty like you has only been fucked by two people."

"What...pity...ah."

"Your tight, wet, and sucking cunt should have more people try it, otherwise it's such a waste .
" ... More people

...cunt...try...

those fragmented words flew through her mind. She tried to piece them together into a complete picture, but in the end, only a blank consciousness and electric shock-like spasms remained ... That was the first time she had truly been "fucked" to orgasm . ********** ... That night, he secretly took her out to a hotel. There, he and another man took turns ejaculating inside her five times… In stark contrast to the man who treated her like a precious gem, in the second man's eyes, she was a slut, an absolute slut who should be shared by everyone—and all confirmed one thing: he was right. When she lay alone in bed, she sometimes felt regret, fear, and wanted to cry, feeling dirty. But the next time he asked her out, she couldn't suppress her excitement. She knew that even more outrageous and crazy challenges awaited her, something she looked forward to— the kind of anticipation that made her nipples swell and her vagina wet—and what made her hair stand on end was what he said to her after their first threesome. At that time, he had just finished ejaculating, holding her limp body as he sat on him, spreading her legs apart to reveal her wet, white-scented vagina, while another man snapped photos of her. He fiddled with her nipples, speaking with a contemptuous tone in her ear, "Let me tell you, for a natural , a threesome is just the beginning. Believe me, in a few years, you 'll be willing to do 30somes, let alone 30somes. " "30somes...you want to fuck me to death..." At that moment, she smiled wearily, but her vagina involuntarily contracted, squeezing out a pool of thick white fluid. "Heh, you won't die from being fucked. You've never heard of 'the ox dies from exhaustion, not rotten land'? At most, it'll just make your little cunt bigger, not as tight anymore." As he spoke, he inserted the index and middle fingers of both hands into her vagina, forcefully pulling them apart to reveal the bright red opening in the middle. "Come on, this is the best effect, let's take a close-up." "Didn't you say men like tight ones?" "You have more than one hole. If your front hole isn't tight anymore, you still have your back hole to fuck, right? If both holes aren't tight, you still have your mouth, right? Making a man happy isn't a problem, the key is to be pretty. Someone as pretty as you, even if your pussy is rotten, someone would still want to play with you. If you look like Sister Feng, no matter how tight your pussy is, no one would want to try it." "No." She pouted, "I want to save my back hole. Someday when I meet someone who truly cares for me, I 'll give him my virginity." "Ha!" The man laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, that's a good plan. The problem is, before you even meet someone who truly cares , you'll be begging for your ass to be fucked." ******************************

The second "relationship" ended when the man left the city, but she knew
the changes he brought to her would never end.
If the first man opened a door to a new world for her, then the second man
led her down a path of no return.
The name "slut" was deeply etched into her heart.
Even when showering, standing in front of the mirror, admiring her beautiful curves and skin, a dreamlike voice
would always echo in her mind: "...Every man...wants to fuck you...Fang Yan..."

She started hooking up, just as he had said, to let more people taste her tight, wet, and sucking
pussy.
But in reality, it didn't happen very often. After all, as a student, with classes and tutoring, she didn't have much time to
do as she pleased . But at school, whenever boys passed by her and cast glances at her, she always felt that
those eyes wanted to strip her naked and expose everything hidden beneath.
The feeling of being watched, spied on, and fantasized about excited her. She started deliberately wearing revealing
clothes, intentionally "flashing" in front of boys, masturbating in class, and even hiding a vibrator
under her skirt on her way to school... But only during the few holidays could she find an excuse not to go home, open WeChat
or Momo, find a man who wasn't too far away, and completely open her body to him.
She listed her age as 22 in her profile, and no one doubted it. Some people would compliment her skin, saying she
looked like a teenager—but most people would compliment her on being slutty.

She liked these compliments. At those times, she would straddle them, wrapping her vagina tightly around their erect penises,
moving up and down, panting, and excitedly saying, "So what if I'm slutty... If I'm not slutty... will you
hook up If I'm not slutty... will you fuck me?"

Each frenzy only lasted one night, after which she would insist on not contacting them again and blocking all contact
methods . She didn't want them to know anything more about her than just being a "slut." When dawn broke and the sun shone,
she was still that quiet, well-behaved high school student in her uniform, ponytail. She tried hard to control herself,
not fall too quickly…too deeply…In the gap between light and darkness, she hoped to stay like this forever,
until she finished high school, college, and got a job…

But then what? All the other girls would get married and have children, right? And what about me? Would I really find someone who truly cared for
me, someone willing to accept a slut like me, someone willing to be my final haven?

She couldn't find the answer. In the end, she could only shake her head. Perhaps, for a sixteen-year-old
, these questions were a bit too far ahead,

but she realized one thing—desire is an incurable cancer. At most, she could only slow its progression,
but she couldn't stop it. That monster buried deep in her heart, once awakened, would grow, sucking
her blood, becoming increasingly insatiable, driving her to seek, to seek new ways of sacrificing life
…

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Now, she was hurrying through the familiar neighborhood. The summer sun was almost overhead, making her thin
shirt cling to her skin, making her already sexy outfit even more alluring. Although she deliberately chose a secluded path
, several people were still staring at her. Luckily, they weren't acquaintances—even with sunglasses and makeup,
her figure and gait couldn't be changed. As she rounded the corner of the wall, the big white cat she often fed meowed
a few times, trying to come over, but she quickened her pace and ran away.
Finally, she lowered her head, tiptoed through the south gate, crossed the road, and ran towards
the alley diagonally opposite.

That person was waiting for her, waiting to take her to be a real prostitute.

Moreover, she was a whore even more despicable than the streetwalkers in the red-light district.

She still remembered what the man said on the night of her first threesome: "Someone as pretty as you, even if your cunt
is ruined , someone would still want to play with you." At the time, those words made her feel a little scared, a little disgusted, yet also
a little excited. She just never thought that one day, those words would become true, and so quickly.
She also remembered what that man said to her in the car before she got out of the car in this alley last time: "Little tender
whore , I'll give you a week to think it over. Next time we play, it'll be real. You can still back out if you want."

"What does 'real' mean?" she smiled defiantly.

The man driving reached under her skirt and suddenly tugged, making her let out a soft "Ah": "The kind that
will ruin your cunt."

But in the end, it would be more accurate to say that she fantasized for a week rather than considered it...
For a week, she was guessing what methods they would use to torture
the body of a sixteen-year-old girl—even though her "cunt" was already quite incongruous with her age.

About six months ago, during a one-night stand, the man ejaculated inside her before she
reached orgasm. Then, using the lubrication of his semen, he inserted his fingers into her vagina—first one, then two, and finally all
four. He was very skilled and easily found her G-spot. She felt
like her vagina was being stretched to the point of tearing, but she couldn't stop. She reached out to push his hand away, trembling as
she asked, "You're not going to put your whole hand inside me, are you?"

The man smiled and asked her back, "Do you dare let me?"

Her heart suddenly started racing; she felt a mix of fear, trepidation, and
overwhelming excitement. She gently grasped his hand, which was halfway inside her, panting, "Let me tell you...
the age I wrote on WeChat... is fake... actually... I'm only sixteen... in high school..."

The man froze, his hand stopping inside, seemingly at a loss, but she smiled at him:
"But... I'm willing to let you in."

She knew that would excite him even more—a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, so tender and youthful,
yet willing to give her body completely to him, opening her most precious place without reservation, letting him
experience wildest desires... what aphrodisiac could be more magical than that?

However, he hadn't succeeded that time; the thickest part of his palm was stuck outside her vaginal opening, and he couldn't go in any further.
Actually, Fang Yan thought that maybe if he hardened his heart, he could really get in. But she guessed that he was still a little afraid of
something going wrong.
Finally, he decided to stop trying. He left four fingers inside and began thrusting rapidly until she screamed and
gushed fluid from her urethra. She had never had such an intense orgasm before. When he pulled his hand out, his
entire palm was covered in glistening liquid. He said that while he was doing it, he could feel the fluid
gushing out of her vaginal walls, like it was leaking.
She laughed and said that men like women who are wet, right? He said yes, you're the wettest I've ever seen, and you're also
the bravest. You've never been with me before, yet you dared to let me do it. She said it's a pity I still couldn't let you in. Maybe
I'm too small. He said, what do you mean by small? Is it your age or your vagina that's small? Your vagina isn't small at all. You were able to fit half a hand in on your first try
. Many women in their twenties or thirties can't even do that.

After that night, she didn't delete his contact information.

They met a second time, a third time… He brought lubricant and one of those inflatable, adjustable
rubber dildos, patiently teaching her how to use them slowly—almost two months later, on their fifth date in a hotel room
, she finally let him in.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before… a feeling of complete fullness, her entire lower body filled…
every inch of was stretched out, pressed tightly against his clenched fist, being torn and
rubbed by it. Her bladder, her anus, and even her tender uterus were all
pushed aside by that rotating hand, trembling with its thrusts… Her hands gripped her breasts, her fingers frantically
flicking at her painfully hard nipples, forcing words out between moans: “…Do you like…
my cunt now…? Ah…”

“I like it, I love you to death, you slut, I love your little cunt to death.” His other hand lifted the
thin skin, rubbing the glistening flesh beneath, letting every erogenous zone on her body experience
the pleasure of being defiled.

“Didn’t you say…my cunt…isn’t small…ah…it can fit a hand…and it’s still small?”

“Heh, okay, not a little slut, but a big rotten cunt, a big rotten cunt that’s more begging to be fucked than a whore.” His fist
pounded inside even faster, each time he pulled out, stretching her entire vulva outwards like
a small hill. "You look so young, how can you have such a rotten cunt?"

"Because I'm slutty... I'm cheap... I was born... to be played with by men... born...
to be played with until my cunt is ruined..." Her fingers almost dug into the flesh of her breasts, her whole body convulsing
as if having a seizure, until finally she almost collapsed onto the bed in shock, with his hand still trapped inside her cunt...

That scene was captured on camera, the image of the man's entire hand being swallowed by her tender flesh, and the image of her cunt opening and closing like breathing after he pulled
his hand out... She asked him why he took the picture,
whether he wanted to show it to others. He said, "How did you know?" She said that someone had taken pictures of her before and posted them online. The man
laughed and said, "You're quite the player, I'll post mine too."

He casually edited the photo, opened a website he frequented, and showed it to her: "What
title ?"

"Anything, just make me sound slutty." She was sweating on her forehead, smiling faintly.

"Hehe, okay, let's call it this: 'My new slutty fuck buddy willingly let me fist-fucking her, her cunt can't even
close properly .'" He typed as he spoke, then uploaded the post, adding a final line: "Guess
how old this slut is."

The next night, he sent her the post link. She hid under the covers, reading the replies one by one.
The post had already been upvoted for over ten pages, and the explicit comments made her blush and her heart race. In the end, she could only
masturbate while reading.
Some people said they really wanted to stick their hands into her rotten cunt and fuck her hard, some said that this cunt was
no and that she could only find black men to fuck her, and some said that black men were nothing, she should try horse dicks and donkey dicks...
But, unsurprisingly, no one could guess her age correctly. There was even a reply: "When the young woman's
husband comes home and finds that his wife's cunt has become loose, I wonder what he'll think, haha!"

She found that she liked this feeling. Beneath her innocent exterior lies a ravaged and broken body, the stark
contrast giving her an extraordinary sense of depravity. No one could imagine that a sixteen-year-old girl's body could endure such
torment; only a slut like her, a slut even more despicable than a whore, could do such a thing…

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Fangfei Yanyu is the story of a high school slut who enjoys being gang-raped and abused.

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