Meiran and Me 1~10

In M City, at the Eastern High School, the late autumn sun streamed into the classroom, languidly mingling with the students listening to math class.
Sitting in the corner, I never paid attention in math class. Beside me sat a thin girl,
idly taking notes. She was so petite that her size school uniform was too big for her.
She had to wear a size too small.
The white shirt clung tightly to her small chest, while her waist and abdomen remained loose—even the tightest waistband seemed
unable to reach her slender waist. The shirt, being a small size, barely reached her navel. She pulled her pleated skirt
up high, revealing her fair and firm thighs.
She was my girlfriend, Meiran.
I tilted my head, staring at her face. Sunlight shone through her fluffy, ear-length hair, giving it a brown sheen. Her
light makeup, with its emphasis on fruity colors, couldn't conceal her paleness, making her all the more endearing. I couldn't resist reaching out and caressing her over-the-knee black stockings. Seeing her lack of reaction, I reached for her jade-like thigh. I dared not linger, afraid my rough hands would damage that perfect jade. I slipped my hand under her skirt; there were no panties to obstruct me, and I grasped something small, something that shouldn't belong to a young girl . Yes, she was a transvestite. I gently stroked that object, and she obediently relaxed, only her hands abandoning her writing, tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, afraid of ruffling it. I slightly increased my speed, and she couldn't help but arch her body slightly, parting her lips to let out a soft "Ah... " The sound instantly dissipated into the air, too weak to penetrate the oppressive atmosphere of the classroom. Even so, she closed her eyes, biting her lip, afraid of making any more noise. I pretended to be nonchalant and continued my actions. After a few minutes, she grabbed my wrist . She looked at me, her eyes wide with tears, and gently shook her head. I looked at her too, and suddenly repeated myself a few times, feeling a pressure surging from the passage. I immediately grabbed her penis. She quickly slipped her left hand under her skirt to hold it. Seeing she was ready, I released her. Even though it was only a few centimeters long, her delicate hand couldn't hold it for more than a few seconds. She had to put —with both hands under her skirt for those few seconds, her skirt was completely lifted, and she was practically sitting naked from the waist down in the classroom, thankfully in a corner. A few drops of fluid dripped from her short penis. She caught it with her right hand, held it to her face, and glanced at me. I just smiled slightly at her. Then she stuck out her small tongue and licked her palm clean, bit by bit. I reached for her skirt again, making her flustered, and she instinctively tucked her legs together. This time, however, I had a wet wipe in my hand. I wiped a stain on her skirt, the one that had accidentally dripped earlier. "It wouldn't be good if someone saw," I said. "Hmm..." She lowered her head, her face flushed, and after a moment of stiffness, continued taking notes. This scene had happened countless times. My story with her dates back several years. I. My name is Ping Wence, the third generation of the founder of the famous Ping Group. I have an older brother, five years my senior, who is currently the president of several companies under the Ping Group; and a younger brother, a genius studying at a business school abroad. Actually, I also have some talent, but it's completely unrelated to business. I've loved mechanics since I was little and have shown considerable ability. I even built a workshop in my room. However, my family naturally could n't my antics. Apart from my father, my brother basically controlled the household; he didn't want to share the wealth, especially with my younger brother who was also passionate about business. I myself wanted to stay away from business, which my older brother was more than happy to . Once I was independent, he bought me a house in M City, arranged a school for me, and let me live independently, away from the family and the company. I have a villa on the outskirts of M City, half of which I've converted into a laboratory and workshop. Aside from taking money from the family trust as needed, my patents in aerodynamics and synthetic metal materials are enough to ensure I live comfortably. Although I have a status at school, I eat in the school cafeteria when I'm supposed to, do my chores as usual , and I never complain about going out for barbecue with my buddies, nor am I stingy when treating others to lavish meals. I have a few close friends, something those rich kids who hang out in elite school circles can't achieve. But this also has its troubles. While other rich kids have girlfriends coming and going, I don't seem to have much luck with women . One reason might be that I don't like flaunting my wealth and I'm not actually that rich; another reason is that I seem to be too intimidated by girls to talk to me. Perhaps for these down-to-earth girls who aren't materialistic, getting close to someone like me would be too dangerous . One afternoon, I had no classes, and after playing basketball with my buddies, I was heading home. I took a detour through the school's side gate —I always have a driver, but I don't want people to see me with a luxury car, so I usually have him wait for me in a more secluded spot. Suddenly, a faint cry of "Help!" caught my attention. I followed the sound into a small alley and saw four people surrounding a thin figure in a corner. "You won't obey us! You pervert!" "If you don't behave, we'll release these photos!" I looked closer and saw that the people standing there were all students from my grade. "Hey!" I shouted, "What are you all doing there! " "Ah! Brother Ping! " I had a reputation, and they all called me "brother." "This little bitch owes money and won't pay it back! We were thinking ..." "Is this how you do things?!" I stepped forward. "I have the money! Take it and roll it up!" I emptied the cash from my wallet and threw it to the leader. "Thanks, Brother Ping!" The others wisely left. Only then did I notice the girl shivering in the corner. Her school uniform shirt was filthy, and several buttons were torn off. Her coat was torn to shreds and lying to one side. I squatted down and asked her, "Are you hurt anywhere?" She just shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "How did you get into trouble with them?" She thought for a moment and said, "My mother... she..." Before she could finish speaking, she broke down in sobs.

I quickly grabbed a towel, soaked it in the half-finished bottle of mineral water, and wiped away her tears and the dust from her face. A moment later,
a delicate face appeared before me, though her expression was troubled, it was as radiant as the moon in the clouds.
"Yes, your mother certainly doesn't want you to go back like this. Come with me, I'll help you get ready!" Saying this,
I supported her waist—my arms could almost encircle her—and lifted her up, then led
her by the wrist, because I genuinely didn't know how to hold that slender hand.
She hesitated at first, but then complied.
The driver saw me helping a girl into the car and didn't say anything, driving me home. After thanking
the driver , I led the girl into the yard, preparing to go inside. But suddenly she stopped.
"What's wrong
?" "You…you must be very rich!" she asked, head bowed.
I was momentarily confused. Weren't we from the same school? How could someone not know who I was?
Then I thought, if everyone knew, all my low-key efforts would be for nothing.
"Ah... sort of, what's wrong?" I replied, coming back to my senses.
"Rich people... are all bad people..."
What was that all about...
? I thought to myself. "Then why don't you come in
?" She looked up at the door and whispered, "I... what are you going to do..."
"I'll give you a place to take a shower and change your clothes, then I'll take you home... If you're not coming, I'm leaving!" I
turned walked to the door to open it.
"Why did you help me..." She jogged a few steps to catch up.
"Because I'm a good person!" I said with a smile, "By the way, I still don't know your name.
" "Liu... Meiran..."
"Ping Wence."
The door opened.
II.
After settling everything, I sat in the study bathed in the setting sun, listening to the sound of flowing water in the distance. This
girl was unlike any I'd ever met before. I'd seen her before, probably at a scholarship award ceremony.
I always won awards like sports or science every semester, always ranking behind the truly high achievers.
I remembered her because she stood out. The girls on stage were either dressed extravagantly or had
a dowdy, bookish look; only she, without makeup and with a cautious demeanor, quietly
attracted my attention. Unfortunately, I rarely saw her and never had a chance to get to know her.
The sound of water stopped, and I rushed over after hearing footsteps. Meiran opened the door, and a wave of heat accompanied her as she
stepped . She was wrapped tightly in a towel, one hand protecting her upper body, the other her lower body. Her cheeks were flushed,
and water droplets lingered in her damp hair, some trickling down her delicate neck and pooling at her collarbone.
"Excuse me... do you have any clothes?" Mei Ran's voice startled me from my reverie. "Ah,
go to the end of the corridor on the right, there are clothes on the bed."
She turned around, and I could clearly see her knuckles. While she was showering, I took her
clothes, including her underwear and stockings, to wash and dry them quickly. Luckily, I live alone and am quick and efficient. But
strangely, I couldn't find a bra. She didn't seem to have much of a chest, so she probably didn't need one.
After she came out of the shower, I invited Mei Ran for a cup of hot tea. She was reluctant at first, but eventually
sat down and started talking to me. I learned that she owed money because her mother was seriously ill and needed money, so
she borrowed money from the class bully.
"I had already paid it back, but he insisted on some interest..." Ugh, what money could that guy possibly have? He was
probably out fooling around and getting chased by debt collectors, so he was trying to squeeze money out of a young girl.
"But I still don't have any money... Could you... help me...
" Looking at Meiran's pitiful appearance, I couldn't refuse. Those big, teary eyes, though
single-lidded , were still breathtakingly beautiful.
"Tell me, how much do you need?"
"My mother's monthly treatment costs... 60,000 yuan... plus 5,000 yuan for rent..."
Although I'm financially secure, this amount is still considerable. I receive 40,000 yuan a month from the family
fund , and my patents bring in 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Even with connections at the hospital to reduce treatment costs, it would still
be at least 30,000 yuan. I also have to pay 10,000 yuan for the driver's salary. The remaining money would
barely be enough to keep the lab running, even if I didn't eat or drink. But facing this girl, I was truly captivated.
"How about this, don't worry about your mother. I'll arrange for her to stay in the best hospital." "
Really? Thank you!" Meiran smiled through her tears.
"But I really can't pay the rent anymore." I felt that five thousand yuan was at least enough to support me. "How about
this, since your mother is in the hospital and someone is taking care of her, why don't you move in with me?"

"What... isn't that a bad idea
?" "There's nothing wrong with it. Besides, how are you going to repay me

? Just be my girlfriend, okay?" "What... I can't..." Faced with this sudden confession, Meiran was at a loss for words and instinctively backed
away.
"Okay, okay, just kidding. You can move in with me! Don't worry!" Sigh, I didn't expect
a poor girl to be so obedient to me... I guess I'm not good with women!

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