【A Youthful Spirit】(01) Author: ylove3100

Author: ylove3100
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Preface:

Recently, I read a novel that dissected the female psyche, and it resonated with me deeply. I felt like
the protagonist completely to my emotions. Whether it was respect for feelings, respect for life,
or respect for existence, I've shared these details with you all, and you can interpret them as you see fit. All

the characters mentioned in the story are real people, though their names are pseudonyms. Many of them are now settled
, married, or have children. The crimes mentioned are based on my own experiences or
stories that happened to people around me. Some are quite dark, so please use your own judgment and don't harm those around you. This story
contains a lot of sexual descriptions, and much of it is graphic and sadistic. Please try not to imitate it, as many
of these are based on my own experiences, and some may cause harm.

The story also includes many place names, and I've tried to be as detailed as possible, given the long time span and the fact that some
places have changed since. If you recognize these places, consider this a mental journey.

Finally, I solemnly inform you: please do not dox me or search for me, to avoid causing irreparable harm.

Today is my birthday, and out of boredom, I looked through my records of the past six years with my husband. Sigh, six years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Time flies, but the deep love I felt six years ago remains indelible. Perhaps there's still a lingering affection? A yearning?
I ask myself this constantly.

Writing this down now is a way of being honest and responsible with my own heart. This is my first time writing something like this, so I hope everyone
will be kind. This article is mostly based on my real situation, and all the names mentioned are pseudonyms. I hope it won't
cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Happy birthday, Mom! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" My sensible daughter
clapped her hands and sang a birthday song off-key. I was incredibly happy, seeing my daughter's innocent face so happy, as if
it were my own birthday. Actually, I knew she was after the cake on the table. My husband was busy in the kitchen preparing the last dish,
saying it was for my birthday. The table was full of dishes that my daughter loved to eat; after all, she's the fruit of our love.

I silently made a wish, looked up at the cake on the table with candles bearing the number 29, and
tears welled up in my eyes. Sigh, I'm already 29. My husband and I live a rather uneventful life, to be honest
, rather mundane. Before our daughter was born, we had a basic guarantee of sex, but now my husband's career is starting to improve significantly
, and he's fully immersed in his work. Having a daughter at least makes me less bored, but I
always feel a strange itch in my heart.

(I) The Beginning

My name is Wan, I'm 29, and I work as a clerk in a large private company. As for my appearance, my figure is a bit out of
shape now. After all, my job is comfortable, and my husband treats me well, so I'm gaining weight around my waist, and I've started to pay attention to this issue
. My hips aren't particularly special, but I can manage to make them look perky with a little effort. As for my breasts, which men often
casually mention but love to stare at, I've started wearing D-cups now, which I guess I should thank for pregnancy.
Finally, let's talk about the face, which is what men notice first. Well,
I was considered the prettiest girl in my class in high school, and I haven't changed much, except for the dark circles under my eyes from taking care of my daughter. I still have short hair. I haven't changed, I really have
n't . I can still think of you, and I still don't regret my love for you.

His name is Hao.

We met in our second year of high school. The school divided students into classes based on three core subjects (math, Chinese, English) plus
three categories of humanities subjects (history, geography, politics) and three categories of science subjects (physics, chemistry, biology), with free choice. It was supposed to be free
choice, but in reality, it was being chosen. That's how I entered the biology and chemistry class. That's how we met.

He transferred from the honors class to the biology and chemistry class because the school focused on developing the physics and chemistry class. Back then, the physics and chemistry students could
choose any university in the country. Those people still don't understand the point. Our high school was
one of the worst in the city. Having a wide range of choices is useless without ability. It's better to choose someone you're comfortable with, just
like choosing a man—you have to find someone you're comfortable with. Otherwise, you'll be discarded after you've used them. But I
don't regret it.

Our school is located in a corner of the city that has never been valued. The good thing is its beautiful environment and
lack of industry, providing students with the best learning environment. Hehe, I laughed. Besides starting
a deeply memorable romance, another event in my three years of high school was also a major memory.

Our school had a concert hall, a kind of image-building project, quite nice. The school even organized a band for it,
and the band conductor was none other than the school beauty. I vaguely remember her name was Rong, from the next class. In the summer before
summer , we were all bored during the monotonous evening self-study sessions. Suddenly, I saw the principal
walking by, cursing and swearing, followed by two people. One was a senior boy, supposedly the school heartthrob, but I
thought my Hao was better looking, well, at least good-looking in a pleasing way, hehe. The girl following at the very back was Rong, her head
down and tears streaming down her face, and she went straight into the principal's office. Half a month later, the matter came to a conclusion. It turned out that Rong liked
this boy and had the key to the concert hall. That night, they arranged to make love in the dressing room. Coincidentally, the principal, bored
that evening, came to patrol and, needing to urinate, relieved himself in a corner outside the concert hall. He heard noises inside,
opened the door, and, following the sound, caught the two in the act. In the end, Rong was expelled, while the boy's family
had some influence in the area and managed to get away with a disciplinary action. At the same time, the principal left a bad
impression on us, because his local dialect sounded like a dog barking when he cursed. Looking back now, it seems so realistic. Later, I heard that Rong
worked at a landmark five-star hotel in the city, earning 2,000 yuan a night.

Afterwards, the principal held a school-wide assembly under the pretext of prohibiting early relationships. Although he didn't name names, it was probably to save
face for the boys, since the girls had already been expelled. After the assembly, it couldn't stop the passionate couples in the monotonous school life
. Hao and I also gradually began our so-called secret relationship.

Hao was quite tall and sat in a middle seat by the window in the classroom. I sat behind him, and because of the window seat,
we often passed notes. I don't know if everyone passed notes back then, or what they wrote on them. Thinking
back , the notes we passed were quite explicit and violent. I remember one that said, "I'm
so bored, and my dick is so hard. I'm going to tie you to a chair, make you into an M shape, and play with you to my heart's content, making you wish you were dead. "
"Die." We hadn't even started any real physical contact yet, but the breadth of our minds drew me into our
word games. Although many of his ideas later came true, that's another story.

Because Hao transferred from the honors class, he had considerable academic ability; he got
first place in the class in the first mock exam and was a key candidate for undergraduate studies. Hao started puberty in his second year of high school, his height
increasing from 169cm to a stable 179cm in college. Hao and I often joked
that if he weren't that tall, we wouldn't be a good match when we made love—how cute I was thinking now!

Hao gained the teachers' favor, serving as several class representatives, the most useful being the chemistry representative, because
he got the key to the lab—our secret rendezvous spot in high school. I remember the first time Hao passed me
a note saying "Let's go to the lab after class tonight and I'll give you some fun," and I agreed without hesitation. Because this marked
the beginning formal physical contact. To call it physical contact really meant just touching;
we didn't dare do anything too serious, given what had happened before, and we were short on time—only about two
hours But things progressed faster later, and we became bolder and bolder.

Back then, high school didn't have cell phones. Hao passed me a note saying, "After dinner, wait for me at 6 PM in the restroom on the second floor of the lab
building . If you hear three knocks on the door, come to the lab. The door will be open. I'll
be waiting for you inside." My deskmate and I finished dinner and headed back to the dorm. When we passed the lab building, I checked my watch and it
was already 5:45. I felt a strange excitement. "My stomach hurts, I need to use the restroom. You
go back to the dorm ." My deskmate, a bookworm, looked at me and said, "Go to the dorm, we'll be there soon." "I can't
hold it anymore, you go back first, I'll go to the lab building's restroom." My deskmate was quite concerned about me. "Did you bring
toilet paper?" I checked the time and there were still 10 minutes left. I started jogging and turned back to her, "Yes, I did.
You go back first, and bring me a cup of hot water to the classroom later." I rushed into the lab building. I glanced back at the building entrance
and saw that my deskmate had already walked far away, so I
breathed a sigh of relief. I went up to the second floor with practiced ease and saw the restroom next to the lab. I quickly slipped inside, and to make sure I could hear Hao's signal, I deliberately chose a stall close to the door.

Our school's lab building was newly built. The entire building was grid-shaped and had three floors. Usually, not many people
came in. People like me would just use it for convenience. We didn't usually come here for classes. We only
used it a few times when we were doing an experiment or when teachers from other schools came to observe. Standing in the stall, I
started to nervous. I wondered what Hao would do to me later. The notes we passed were very provocative. Sometimes, while we were chatting
, I would get wet down there. After class, I would rush to the restroom and wipe myself clean with toilet paper. Sometimes, it was so wet that even a piece of toilet paper
could see through, leaving my hands covered in slippery, sticky liquid. Hao mingled well with his classmates, and
many of . He always warned them not to cheat too much, because if the teacher caught them
, it wouldn't be so easy to get their seats back. His friends listened to him; a passing grade was a minimum of 100 points, and they all aimed to score around 100. Because of this relationship, his
friends would occasionally take Hao out. At first, I thought it was just playing video games or something, but later I
heard they went to see porn. No wonder Hao knew so much. He looked quite refined with his glasses, but he
was incredibly daring. Anyway, I quite liked it. It's normal for men to look at this kind of stuff, especially during puberty.

"Knock knock knock," I knew it was Hao's signal. I checked my watch; it was exactly 6 o'clock. I pushed open the bathroom door,
turned a corner , and arrived at the lab door. I gently pushed the door open, turned around, and locked it. A
large hand covered my chest. I knew it was Hao, but being touched by another man for the first time was still uncomfortable and nerve-wracking
. I pushed his hand away forcefully. "Hey, why are you so horny?" Hao whispered in my ear.
"I'm not excited, I thought you weren't coming." I turned to look at him. The lab curtains were drawn, and only
the light filtering through the wall illuminated the room. Hao was quite handsome, huh? I thought to myself, not knowing
what to say. Hao's lips pressed against mine. My first kiss—I was willing to give it to you, but I really didn't know how
to kiss, so I just pursed my lips and let him kiss me freely. Hao's tongue broke through my lips and licked my teeth.
I was so nervous that my mind went blank, and I let Hao lick my lips. Looking back now, I was indeed quite naive.
Step by Hao has shaped me into who I am now. "You should take the initiative too. Open your mouth wider and lick
me with your tongue." My long-term nervousness left Hao at a loss. I tried to open my mouth, but my tongue was still shyly
hiding behind. Hao seized the opportunity and went in, starting to search for my tongue. I was a little scared and dodged left and right,
but Hao didn't let up and kept watching. Gradually, I was influenced by Hao's emotions and started to
tentatively lick with my tongue. Hao sensed it and immediately took it in his mouth. I could clearly feel Hao's breath, so
rapid and energetic. I closed my eyes and slowly intertwined with Hao. Hao became more and more passionate,
and I responded to him fervently. Suddenly, Hao hugged me tightly, and we kissed so passionately that we were breathless. Hao held me tighter and tighter.
"Slow down, I'm suffocating," I pushed him away. Hao released me, licked his lips, and said,
"So exciting, such a comfortable kiss." I nodded in response. "Let's go to the room inside." I looked
in the direction he pointed. It was the laboratory's equipment room, completely dark. Hao took my hand and led me inside.
We walked into the equipment room, and the smell of chemicals mixed with a hint of mildew instantly sobered me up. "What are we going in
for? It's so dark in there." "Come on, let me give you even more pleasure," Hao said, smiling at me. After our passionate kiss,
I was still quite excited. I hadn't realized kissing could be so pleasurable. I could feel myself getting wet down there, and waves of heat
were blowing against my inner thighs. I could also feel Hao's passion; his hard penis was rubbing against me as he held me tightly.
I had already given him my first kiss, and I was looking forward to more stimulation, but at the same time, I was also afraid and worried. Hao seemed to read my
mind "Don't worry, no one will come here. It's the innermost room, so it's soundproof. The key is that that bastard
principal won't pee outside unless he can fly and pee at the same time." Hao's words dispelled all my worries,
and I was amused by his vivid metaphor. I let him lead me into the dark equipment room, and
as I heard the crisp sound of the lock clicking shut. I opened my eyes wide but couldn't see Hao's face. Hao had already impatiently
kissed me, and a sudden force pushed me against the wall. In the darkness, my courage expanded infinitely, just like the boundless darkness itself.
I returned Hao's kiss passionately, our tongues entwining like lovers during sex. Hao's hands began
to explore my stomach, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, signaling him to let me explore. Hao's nimble fingers
slipped under my clothes, slowly climbing upwards. The ticklish sensation made me move involuntarily, like tiny
electric currents numbing my brain. Hao slowly caressed my breasts. At that time, I was developing quite well; I
had already started wearing C-cup bras in my second year of high school. Hao touched my bra like that. To be honest, there was no sensory stimulation,
just a feeling of pressure that made my breasts deform from side to side. But since it was the first time I had been touched so deeply, I still enjoyed it
. The feeling of oxygen deprivation during the kiss made me slowly become dazed.

Hao's hands kept kneading my breasts, and my breathing became more and more rapid. Several times I tried to break free from Hao's sealed
lips, but each time it was only for a few seconds before they were sealed again. Our tongues swirled in our mouths,
swallowing other's saliva. Hao slowly reached behind me, trying to unhook my bra. At that moment, I
had one last thought: kissing was okay, even through clothing, at least there was a final layer of protection. But the thought of
unhooking it still terrified me. I immediately opened my eyes and stared at Hao. Although I couldn't see anything, I felt
much more alert. I twisted my body, desperately trying to avoid Hao's hands, but it was all in vain. Hao pressed me
firmly against the wall, frantically searching for the bra clasp. After all, it was our first time at that point. Although Hao had
a wealth , his practical skills were still lacking. In a split second, I managed to break free from Hao's grip on my mouth. "Don't
do this, I'm scared. As long as it's through the clothes, you can do whatever you want, okay?" Hao breathed heavily, paused for a moment, and
slowly from my waist. "Alright, let's touch through the clothes. Don't dodge, I'll be gentle." Before I
could say anything, Hao sealed my mouth again. Hao's hand, which was around my waist, slowly rubbed against my back. The ticklish,
tingling sensation made me squirm involuntarily. Hao kept his word, and his kisses were gentle,
slowly drawing me into a daze. The ticklish, tingling sensation in my back moved downwards little by little.
When I came to my senses, Hao had already grabbed my buttocks and pulled me up forcefully. I snuggled closer to him. Hao slowly spread
my buttocks apart and lifted them up, and I could only slowly spread my legs and stand on tiptoe to cooperate with him.
Suddenly, Hao's hand slipped through my buttocks and covered my already soaked vulva with his entire palm. I tried desperately to
push Hao away again, but this time it was no use. "Didn't you say you could do whatever you wanted through my clothes? I'm not going to put it inside,
don't worry, it's just touching the outside," Hao said with a smile. "You promise you won't put it inside? Please don't break that."
At the time, I always thought the hymen was very thin and would break with the slightest touch. It's all because our country doesn't emphasize sex education
, so much so that for a long time afterward I doubted I was a virgin, until Hao tore
it open and I realized how resilient the hymen is. "What broke it?" Hao asked mischievously.
"It's that...that..." I was too embarrassed to say it. "The hymen! Hahaha, isn't
it?" "You know that and you still ask. Be gentle, I want to give it to you, but not so soon, and it's just your finger."
Hao laughed happily, "Don't worry, the first time is worth commemorating, I'll arrange something very
memorable for our first time." Hearing his comforting words, I silently rested my head on Hao's shoulder, letting him
tease me . Hao also seized the opportunity and slowly rubbed my hands, "You're all wet down there, hahaha, your panties are all
cool." I tried to stand on tiptoe, tightly hugged Hao's neck, and put my mouth close to his ear, gently uttering
a soft "Mmm". "Then let it get even wetter, hehe." Hao seemed to have found a new path,
and began to directly stimulate my genitals. One moment he'd rub it with his entire palm, the heat from his hand warming my genitals,
the heat rising up my body. The next, he'd use both hands to pry open my most
private slit, then close it again, repeating this over and over until I couldn't react. I was only focused on Hao's
stimulation more stimulation. Suddenly, I felt an emptiness inside, a longing to find something to fill it.
I slowly began to hope that Hao would put his finger inside, even just for a moment, and I was getting wetter and wetter. I did
n't care about the fatigue from standing on tiptoe for so long; I wanted to stand even higher so Hao could touch that indescribable, inexplicable
spot of release. Just as Hao's finger slid across that spot that gave me an electric shock, I hugged
Hao tightly, my whole body tense, using the last of my strength to whisper in his ear, "That's it, it
feels ." "Where? Is it here? Or here?" Sigh, theory without practice is deadly. Hao was still
searching for the spot I mentioned. Finally, Hao's fingers, after some fidgeting, landed on it. "Is it here? This raised
spot?" I was too weak to answer, so I just nodded slightly. Hao immediately found the right technique to
massage that spot, and just as I felt something about to come out, a crisp bell rang.

"Oh no, evening self-study has started." I opened my dazed eyes and looked at Hao. "Ah, so fast. Um
... um... I..." I couldn't describe the feeling of loss; I felt like I was suffocating. "You
go , I can go later." Hao pulled his hand away. "I didn't expect you to be so wet. This is
your juices, you know. Looks like you'll be easy to train later." Hao continued teasingly. I suppressed my disappointment. "It's all your fault!
My underwear is soaking wet and I haven't even had time to change. I'm going now, hurry up, the homeroom teacher must be here already."
"Come on, one more kiss." As he spoke, Hao hugged me and kissed me again. Suddenly, Hao put his finger in my mouth. "
Taste your own flavor, it's exciting, a little bit musky." "No, I've been to the toilet." Although I didn't want to
taste it, Hao had already shoved it into my mouth without saying a word. A faint musky taste immediately filled my mouth.
I wasn't disgusted at all, and I even couldn't help but lick Hao's finger with my tongue. "Hahaha, how
was it? Exciting, right! Go on." Hao happily withdrew his finger and slapped my butt hard.

I hurriedly tidied myself up as I walked, and by the time I opened the lab door, I was almost done. I
ran towards the classroom. The homeroom teacher was already sitting at the podium, flipping through a magazine. I
hurriedly called out "Report!" and went straight to my seat, afraid that no one would notice anything unusual. My sharp-eyed
deskmate noticed something was off. "Why are you so late? And why is your face so red?" "Well, I... well
... I went back to the dorm and drank some hot water and washed my face with hot water." I didn't have time to think of a more reasonable
explanation, so I just used anything related to heat.

"Report!" Hao shouted with a booming voice. The homeroom teacher didn't even look up, continuing to flip through his magazine. "Okay, come in."
Hao slowly stepped into the classroom and walked to his seat. I looked up at him, watching him smile as he
approached . Hao put his finger to his lips and rubbed the corner of his mouth. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was wiping away leftovers from dinner,
but only I knew that the feeling from before suddenly surged within me again, and I could still taste that tempting, slightly pungent
flavor in my mouth. I felt my face turn even redder until Hao sat down steadily in the seat in front of me, and then that inexplicable
sense of loss welled up inside me. But it passed quickly. After all, high school life at that time was
mainly about . The only sounds in the classroom were the rustling of pens and the turning of pages. Hao was also engrossed in his homework. Looking at
the problems that were usually easy, I had absolutely no interest in solving them today. Finally, class ended, and
I lay on my desk, completely clueless. Hao turned around, holding a math problem in his hand. He said he was going to discuss it, but we both
knew it was just a cover. My deskmate and a group of girls went to the convenience store to buy snacks. In the classroom, small groups of people were scattered around;
some were analyzing problems, some were fooling around, and most had run outside. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hao asked with a grin. "I...you...you're so annoying." I knew Hao was teasing me, and I really didn't know how to
respond. "I just licked my fingers clean. Haha. The taste is really exciting; I want to
try it again." "Aren't you disgusting? Aren't you dirty?" "How could it be disgusting? It's so delicious; you tried it yourself
, haha. Besides, what's dirty about it? You know people in the desert drink urine when they run out of water." "I don't
know ; you forced it into my mouth. Don't say anymore; I can't concentrate on my homework today."
I was already restless, and Hao kept teasing me verbally; I just couldn't do anything with him. "Haha, today's
homework isn't hard, I'll finish it in a bit.
It's okay if you don't do it. Haha, let's pass notes and chat later, I need to go to the bathroom, I was wet down there earlier and I've been holding it in until now, I can't take it anymore." "Ah, you guys get
wet too? Go on, you naughty thing, I'll make you hold it in until you die." "You'll find out later." Our country's sex education class,
sigh. But, with a boyfriend like Hao, she'll find out sooner or later.

"Ring ring ring..." The second half of evening self-study begins.

Hao is still very smart, he finished his homework long ago, buried in his books eating snacks. Watching his busy figure
, I suddenly felt very happy. I'm willing to give everything for this man. In less than half an hour,
the homework was finally finished. The studies in the second year of high school were relatively easy. Hao was still busy eating, opening this bag
and that bag, making me hungry just watching. I gently poked his back with my pen, "What are you eating
? You seem so happy. I want some too." Hao turned and glanced at me, then casually grabbed a handful of M&M's and placed them on my
desk . Sigh, it's different being rich; even snacks taste so good. I nudged my deskmate to
share, but she was still busy solving problems, not even looking up. "No, I'll get fat. Besides, I haven't finished my homework yet.
You eat it yourself." Many classmates around us started chatting. The homeroom teacher usually didn't come back for the second half of evening self-study, so
after we finished our homework, we could do whatever we wanted. As long as we didn't make too much noise, some of the bolder ones had already
gone for a walk on the playground. Actually, everyone knew it was just a pretense, hahaha.

"This is so boring, what are you doing?" I tore off a piece of paper and passed it to Hao. It's usually safe to chat like this; the handwriting
can be very fine, and there's no need to save it. After class, you can just find a trash can to destroy the evidence. "I'm reading a book, just
borrowed it." "What book? You're reading so intently, you're not even talking to me." "Fengyue Continent,
a book for men, haha, you know what I mean." I knew from the title it was another pornographic book. There's a bookstore called "Literary Bookstore" near our high school where
you can borrow books. Even though it's called "literary," it's mostly boys going in. It costs 50 cents a day, and nobody knows
what kind of books they have. They say you can even borrow pornographic films there, but you have to be a regular customer and familiar with the owner first. "You
only watch this stuff every day, is it interesting?" "What do you girls know? Of course it's interesting, otherwise you wouldn't have felt so
good , hehe." "Don't talk like that, it's all your fault, my lower body is ice cold now, it's so uncomfortable." "Oh, still
wet? You have so much juice, I like it, how about we go play there some more?" "Are you kidding me?
Class is about to end, but it really felt good just now." "Hahaha, it's good that it felt good, but I'm uncomfortable, my lower body is very hard,
next time you have to make me feel good." "No, I don't dare to do that kind of thing." "Nonsense, of course you can't do that kind of thing
now , the first time you have to do it properly, there are many ways to make a man feel good, like just now I didn't even have to penetrate you but I still made you
feel so good. I'll teach you later." "Who wants you to teach me? I won't learn, I'll just make you feel bad." Despite saying that, I
was still willing to let Hao teach me, I was willing to do anything for him.

Finally, with the sound of the bell, everyone rushed out of the classroom, some went home, some went back to the
dormitory . Hao and I were both boarding students, but we were in a secret relationship, so we could only walk with our friends. On the way back
, I chatted with my deskmate about this and that, about which teacher had done
what . Suddenly, it all seemed so childish; Hao and I had already done far more than that. But on the surface, I had to
pretend to be surprised and shy, while inside I was so unrestrained.
What The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I even started to get wet down there. The night breeze blowing against my body
sent a chill through me, making my face flush. I quickly walked back to the dormitory under the cover of darkness.

The school really took care of us girls; the newly built dormitory building was assigned to us, and each room
had a private bathroom. All the amenities were brand new. The most popular thing was
the hot water system the school had provided for us—a vanity project—although it was only available at fixed times in the morning and evening. We were already very satisfied with that.
However, problems arose when the new building was completed. Because the walls surrounding the girls' dormitory weren't finished, a
migrant . The school security guards didn't sleep a wink that night, and the entire school was on high alert. To control the situation,
the principal booked a suite for the girl who had been molested and arranged for her homeroom teacher to supervise her. We only heard
the security guards checking the doors on each floor, their footsteps hurried. Later, we learned that the principal
had gone to great lengths to contact a university and secure the girl's admission, which finally calmed things down.
The girl was very lucky; she was only traumatized. Her roommate said the migrant worker only
groped her. As a result, the walls surrounding the girls' dormitory were quickly erected, and a security guard was assigned to
prevent male students from entering.

Back in the dorm, I immediately claimed the bathroom. Taking off my underwear, I realized women really are made of water.
A large stain at the bottom of my underwear caught my eye, with a milky white, glue-like substance in the middle. I picked it up and smelled
it; a faint, slightly musky scent lingered in the air. Surprisingly, I was starting to like the smell. I took a few more breaths before reluctantly
soaking the underwear in the basin. I turned on the shower and washed myself as quickly as possible. I dared not touch my sensitive
spots again, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. I finished showering early and went to bed.

Our dorm had four bunk beds. I slept on the top bunk by the window, a spot that gave me ample privacy
. With the mosquito net drawn, this corner was my own private world. The white walls reflected the bright light,
and the other girls were still chattering away. "Wan, going to bed so early? Come chat!"
My deskmate looked up at me. "No, I'm feeling really tired today, I want to sleep." I deliberately closed my eyes
and turned to face the inside. My deskmate ignored me and went from dorm to dorm. Our school's evening self-study
ended at 8 PM, and lights didn't go out until 10 PM. For us, those two hours were the only
time of day we felt truly human. Although the dorm was noisy, I couldn't hear anything. I only felt my heartbeat slowly accelerating.
The feeling of that dark laboratory after dinner slowly crept back into my heart, and I started to get wet down there. I hurriedly
grabbed a few tissues from beside my pillow, quickly folded them into a
long strip, and stuffed them into my underwear, not wanting to get up to
go I don't remember how I fell asleep all night. The tension in my mind made me sweat profusely,
especially the uncontrollable desire between my legs, which tormented me. The sweat mixed with my vaginal fluid
soaked the tissue strip between my legs. When I woke up in the morning, my pale face made my roommates sigh. "Wan, what's wrong?
Didn't you sleep well last night? Are you feeling unwell? Is it your period?" My roommates asked me with concern, one after another.
"No...no...nothing, I had nightmares all night." That was the only reason I could think of. I was

in a daze all day, and I didn't even have the energy to reply to the notes Hao wrote to me. He kept sending me porn
, but I had no energy at all. Finally, the day's classes ended, and I hastily ate a few bites of dinner before
going back to the classroom to lie down and sleep. It wasn't that I didn't want to go back to the dormitory, I just really wanted to sleep. Those girls were too noisy.

"Hey, why are you in the classroom so early today?" Hao's loud voice pierced my ears.
I barely managed to look up at Hao. He strode to his seat and turned around. "Why aren't you talking to me?
You've seemed off all day. Are you feeling unwell? Is it your period?" I looked around. There were only Hao and me in the whole classroom
. "No, I didn't sleep well last night." I looked at Hao with a sigh. He stared at me blankly
, "Yeah, a young girl in love, her heart is pounding and she can't sleep." "Go away, leave me alone, I'm going to sleep for a while, I'll never talk to you
again ." "Oh, you're still angry? Weren't you angry when you were having fun yesterday?" "Don't say anything,
I'll never do that to you again." "Hehe, next time... we'll see." Hao smiled shamelessly.

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