【Kexin's Exposure】(01-04) Author: Cai Kexin

Author: Cai Kexin
Word Count: 15146

Chapter 1:

What is Exposure, and Why Expose? I've asked myself many times
what .

First of all, exposure isn't about flaunting your figure; it's not about expecting
greedy looks from others; and it's certainly not about feeling like a slut or a slave who should expose themselves to
others.

The most alluring aspect of exposure is setting a goal for yourself or someone else and striving to achieve it.

The helplessness of trying to avoid being seen,
the fear of surviving in an unfamiliar environment, and the desire to reach the goal—these intertwined feelings create a
complex experience I call exposure stimulation.

It corrodes my mind and body like a drug, leaving me deeply addicted.

I want to write my story to give girls who yearn for exposure a piece of advice: don't get involved easily, and be cautious
when undressing .

My name is Cai Kexin, and I'm a dance major, currently a sophomore.

I have a pure and lovely appearance, a small face with delicate features, and large,
sparkling eyes that are accentuated by my straight eyebrows, giving me a touch of allure. My nose is delicately high with a perfectly proportioned, small tip.
My lips aren't thick, and while I don't have dimples when I smile, they reveal neat, white teeth. My skin is snow-white and
translucent . My innocent charm makes you want to reach out and grab a handful, kiss me, or maybe tease me a little.

Some people say I look like a timid, submissive wife, but I don't mind.

Because of my profession, I practice dance frequently, making me very flexible.

Growing up in tight-fitting leotards prevented my breasts from developing properly; even in college, I only had a B cup.
Fortunately, I have a very attractive bottom—a perky, round, and firm one.

Combined with my slender figure, I have something to show off.

My body hasn't grown since I started high school.

I'm only 1.6 meters tall and weigh a little over 80 kilograms.

I've long since given up on trying to grow taller; I've come to think that 1.6 meters is just fine.

She usually comes across as well-behaved, cute, and obedient, and is very approachable among her friends.

However, she has a certain aversion to boys, intentionally keeping her distance.

It's not that she dislikes boys, nor is it due to shyness.

It's fear—fear that they will see through her secret.

I discovered this urge to reveal myself when I was in my second year of high school. The school I attended was a boarding
school in a southern coastal city, an arts school specializing in dance.

We studied academic subjects in the morning and practiced dance in the afternoon.

I was already used to this lifestyle, going between the dormitory, the school building, and the dance studio every day.

In the afternoon, I would take my practice clothes to the dance studio for my class, as usual. I

lingered a bit too long in the dormitory at noon, and by the time I got to the changing room, many classmates had already changed into their practice clothes,
some still struggling to put on their bra straps.

The practice clothes were just a backless tank top, somewhat like a one-piece backless swimsuit, but made of cotton,
very and thin.

You could easily crumple it up in your hand after taking it off.

I had two white ones, two pink ones, and one black one in my locker.

Today, we were required to wear white.

The dressing room was also all white, the thinnest and most sheer kind.

I skillfully took off my clothes, folded them, and put them in the locker.

(Dance outfits usually come with matching underwear, so you have to take them off first before changing into dance clothes.) Then I opened my backpack

to take out my underwear.

I was stunned when I saw what was inside.

It wasn't clothes, but my textbooks and stationery from this morning.

Oh my god! I took the wrong bag when I left at noon, and just grabbed my schoolbag for academic classes.

My practice underwear, nipple covers, and dance stockings were all left in the dorm. Today I'm wearing a white practice outfit, which should
ideally be paired with white underwear, nude nipple covers, and nude stockings. Only after putting on these and then the practice outfit and
dance shoes is the outfit complete.

What am I going to do now?

I brought black boxer briefs with lace trim.

These kinds of underwear are completely unsuitable for a white practice outfit.

A bra won't work either.

Because the practice outfit is backless, the bra straps will be visible on the back.

Going back to get them now is definitely too late; some classmates have already gone into the dance studio, and class is about to start.

"Kexin, why aren't you changing yet? We're going to be late!"

Xiaoyu called out to me while putting on her shoes.

We all knew how formidable Teacher Chen was; being late meant getting a beating with a cane.

They say they're promoting civic education now, but that doesn't work in the dance world.

I'd never seen a dance teacher who didn't hit students.

Teacher Chen was the epitome of viciousness, known as "Devil Chen

. "

She usually carried a cane made of rattan, and if anyone's movement wasn't right, she'd whack them.

We were always careful in class; being late was something we couldn't even imagine.

"I can't worry about that now. I'll just slip on the practice clothes naked and go in. I'll stand in the corner hoping I can get away with it
."

Thinking this, my feet were already inside the practice clothes, my hands gripping them, my legs spread wide, and I was already on my waist.
I hooked each shoulder strap, expertly slung it over my shoulder, and was dressed in less than ten seconds.

It was the first time I'd worn a practice clothes naked; it felt like a thin veil clinging to my body.

Looking in the mirror, my face flushed instantly.

Because they weren't wearing underwear, their mons pubis were tightly covered.

Their lower bodies were shaped like two leaves, with a clear slit in the middle.

It was practically the same as not wearing any clothes at all.

Looking further up, I nervously saw their nipples gradually harden, protruding as two tiny points. "

Don't let them stick out!" I was almost in tears, but they wouldn't listen, desperately trying to break free from the constraints of their practice clothes.

Could we even have class like this? I froze.

"Kexin, why aren't you coming in yet?"

Xiaoyu urged again.

Never mind, I'd just grit my teeth and go in; it was better than getting whipped.

Xiaoyu and I were the last to enter the classroom. I lowered my head, not daring to look at the woman in her forties, who was probably
also wearing a stern face, holding a stick, looking displeased.

I admit, with dance, you can't succeed without being beaten.

Teacher Chen must have gone through the same thing when she was young.

Normally, she's kind and approachable, a real beauty, but she completely transforms in class; her
appearance loses all its charm.

We all know she does this for our own good.

But the pointer is merciless, and a single blow to my delicate skin would be excruciating.

Everyone lined up obediently.

I didn't stand in the front row as usual, but hid at the back.

Xiao Yu, noticing my dazed expression and strange behavior, whispered, "Kexin, are you alright?"

"N-nothing… I'm fine," replied

silly Xiao Lu, naturally oblivious, who couldn't see my change today.

I hoped no one would notice me; I just wanted to get through class.

"Start roll call!"

Nightmare Chen's words interrupted the girls' whispers.

"Zhao Zizhu."

"Here."

"Ye Xiaoyu."

"Here."

"Cai Kexin." "

Here,"

I quickly answered.

"Cai Kexin, I don't see you?"

Demon Chen asked.

"Teacher Chen, I'm here,"

I raised my hand to let her see me.

I'm short to begin with, and I was hiding at the back, so she couldn't see me.

"Why are you running so far back? Come to the front row!"

Teacher Chen's authority was unquestionable.

My feet involuntarily moved forward, and I thought to myself, "I'm doomed, I'm so embarrassed."

I went back to my original spot and stood there, head down.

She noticed my unusual expression and sensed something was wrong.

She took a few steps closer and scrutinized me.

"Why aren't you wearing pantyhose to class?"

My heart was in my throat, and all she could see was that I wasn't wearing pantyhose.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Chen. I forgot them in the dormitory."

My voice was trembling slightly, and I hoped she wouldn't realize I was naked in my practice clothes.

"Cai Kexin, our class isn't child's play. Coming to class without proper equipment is disrespectful to dance. You have
ten minutes to go back and get them and put them on before coming back to class. One minute late and you'll be in big trouble!"

Without saying another word, I quickly ran out of the classroom.

The dance studio and the dormitory are quite far apart, separated by a playground, a teaching building, and a
tree-lined path. It takes about four minutes to walk there quickly, nine minutes round trip, plus a minute to change into tights, totaling ten minutes.

If I change back into my regular school uniform now, go back to get my things, and then change back into my practice clothes here, it will waste five minutes

, which is definitely not enough time.

Teacher Chen didn't notice I wasn't wearing a bra; she just assumed I forgot my tights.

So, the ten minutes she gave me meant I could go back to get my things in my practice clothes, which was just the right amount of time.

I walked out of the dance studio, and the fresh air made me realize I was practically naked on the playground.

I needed to plan my route back to the dormitory.

Crossing the playground like this would definitely attract attention.

There were two and a half people having PE class there, and a few groups playing basketball.

The boys playing basketball liked to look towards the dance building.

Going around the playground would definitely waste an extra minute, which wouldn't work. I

had to cross it.

So, I had to run across the playground.

I covered my upper body and face with my hands, leaving a small gap to see where I was going.

I felt like boys were whistling when I got halfway across the track.

They must have been annoyed by how exposed I was.

Boys resting on benches were whispering, "Who is that? Why is she running around dressed like that?"

I tried to run towards less crowded areas.

The shame made me feel incredibly hot, and I started sweating profusely.

Everywhere I went, I attracted gasps of dismay. "Look at those thighs!"

"Her butt is showing!"

I realized then that my dance costume was meant to be conservative; when I ran, my large strides caused the tight fabric to bunch up in
my buttocks , exposing my two snow-white thighs and buttocks to everyone's view,
jiggling with each step.

By the time I crossed the track, I was drenched in sweat.

Hot and ashamed.

I adjusted the fabric tucked into my buttocks and continued along the tree-lined path back to the dorm.

This path was the only one for the girls' dorm.

Because the dorms didn't have air conditioning, and it was hot, many girls sat on the benches along the path to cool off.

I chose to walk behind the benches so I could crouch down and hide myself if anyone passed by.

I used a bench as cover, crouching down whenever someone approached.

The instant I crouched, a tingling sensation shot through

my genitals. The tight-fitting cotton and nylon material rubbed against my vulva as I crouched. I didn't understand the feeling then; it was a tingling, slightly sour, yet very comfortable sensation. The anxiety and excitement in my heart, combined with the physical sensations, gave me an indescribable pleasure. Did I like this? Did I like being exposed in public? I couldn't believe I was this kind of girl, shameless , almost naked outdoors, yet still able to feel the pleasure of my clothes rubbing against my vulva. I crouched a few more times. I wanted this. I crouched a few more times. I knew I liked it. I crouched a few more times. My shamelessness about exposure finally awakened. I wanted to expose myself; I liked seeking thrills. I returned to my dorm, blushing. When I took off my leotard, my soaked vulva was completely stuck to it. After taking it off, the crotch area of the leotard was completely wet. There wasn't a dry spot anywhere where my genitals connected. My hand began to unconsciously rub my vulva. I squatted naked on the ground, legs spread wide, opening my vagina as wide as possible. My right hand explored relentlessly, hoping to find the pleasure from the previous friction. My right hand wandered between my labia, finding a small opening just big enough to insert one finger. Ah! The moment it went in, I almost fainted. It felt so good. My right hand continued its exploration, finding a clitoris. Just rubbing it felt incredibly good. I returned to the area around the opening, moistened it with some vaginal fluid, and rubbed the clitoris repeatedly. But I also craved the pleasure of inserting my finger, so my left hand joined in.

One hand inserted into my vagina, the other rubbed my clitoris.

He squatted in the center of the dormitory: "Kexin, you're a shameless woman. Your roommates are sweating it out in
the practice room , and you're here masturbating."

The stronger my shame, the more intense the pleasure.

With each hand attacking in turn,

I quickly experienced the feeling of ecstasy.

My whole body convulsed, my legs gave way, and I knelt on the ground.

My body went limp, and my buttocks hit the ground.

*Thud*, I felt myself sitting in a puddle.

My buttocks were covered in

the fluid that had just been ejaculated.

From then on, I became addicted to exhibitionism, deeply immersed in it.

Chapter Two:

High school uniforms were baggy tracksuits. In winter, they were long-sleeved shirts and trousers made of synthetic fibers.

In summer, they were shorts and collared shirts.

Students didn't like wearing them, as they had no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.

But they had to wear uniforms at school, so girls liked to alter their trousers to be very slim.

Their shorts were cut very short.

This made them look somewhat like fashion, yet they were still school uniforms.

The school couldn't say anything about it.

I didn't care. A school uniform is a school uniform; no matter how you alter it, it can't become fashion.

I continued to walk around school in my baggy shorts.

Once, I even deliberately wore a pair of boys' shorts, trying to look hip-hop.

I looked quite ridiculous in the mirror.

Although the boy was typically skinny, his shorts were still too big for me.

I had to tie them with a drawstring to keep them from falling down.

The legs were almost past my knees.

I wore them to school, and the baggy shorts accentuated my slender, beautiful legs, giving me a unique charm.

When walking up the stairs, because the shorts were so baggy, my underwear could be seen through the legs, making it very easy to expose myself.

At the time, I didn't know this, and I went up the stairs with my carefree roommates.

My roommate Xiaoyu ran up quickly, hesitated for a moment, then quietly walked over to me, pulled me away,
and said when no one was around, "Kexin, you know what? I saw your
underwear behind you when I ran upstairs. It was pink, right?"

I thought to myself, "Xiaoyu is so kind and cute. I must thank her."

"Thanks, I didn't realize that wearing this would be so revealing. I won't do it again next time,"

I stuck my tongue out at Xiaoyu.

She smiled happily, "It's okay, it looks pretty good like this, but be careful when you walk."

She really reminded me.

Wouldn't it be very exciting if I didn't wear underwear? Without further ado, I quickly went back to the dorm, stripped
naked , and put on baggy shorts.

I checked the pant legs with a small mirror.

I could indeed see my vulva and sparse pubic hair.

But I had to trim my genitals to look good in this.

No one would feel good seeing pubic hair, it would definitely be disgusting.

"I have to shave it all off when I shower tonight."

After school, I went to the supermarket and bought an epilator and hair removal spray.

It's a bit like a razor for men, but without as many layers.

Back in my dorm, I started the experiment.

I took a shower first, then applied shaving foam to my mons pubis in the bathroom; the icy feeling wasn't very comfortable.

I gently shaved along the outer edge, a little hesitant to use the razor. It was my first time shaving pubic hair, and I was afraid of breaking the skin and causing bleeding.

The surrounding hair was actually easy to remove.

Shaving both sides was enough.

The most difficult were the stray hairs near the clitoris

and the hair on the outer labia.

The first one grew irregularly, making it difficult to know where to start; the second one was invisible, requiring me to
flip the labia back to shave.

I was completely at a loss.

But I couldn't give up halfway through.

A clean, pink vulva is only cute when it's completely hairless.

I thought of asking someone to help me, but how could I bring myself to ask?

Such a private place, completely exposed to others. It

was so embarrassing!

And no one would help me, right? Who shaves someone else's hair?

What to do? Embarrassed, I sat there helplessly.

Just then, someone knocked on my door. Knock, knock,

knock.

"Kexin, are you in there? Could you show me the shampoo? I forgot it in there."

It was Xiaoyu.

Since she'd come to me herself, I figured I'd ask her.

I steeled myself, cracked the door open, and pulled her in.

Then I locked it.

She was stunned by my action, her expression blank for a moment, then she saw me naked.

My genitals were covered in white foam.

She gasped.

I quickly covered her mouth: "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, I startled you. But only you can help me now.
Please… could you… shave my… pubic hair?"

My voice trailed off, my face turning bright red.

But she clearly understood me.

Her face flushed too.

Seeing her calm down a bit, she let go of my hand and said, "Xiaoyu, there are some places I'm afraid to touch."

She looked at me and said, "Isn't this for removing armpit hair? I have that too, I didn't know you could use it for
this ."

"Yeah, I just wanted to try it on a whim, but it's so hard to shave cleanly."

"But I have no experience, I've never done this before."

"It's okay, it's not your fault if you break it, but be gentle."

"Okay, I'll try."

Xiaoyu tiptoed and took the razor.

I spread my legs in shame, and her head came closer.

It was so shameful! I thought to myself, no one has ever observed my private parts so closely before, and I
asked for it, I'm so shameless.

"I'll start now."

Xiaoyu's hand touched my labia, trying to turn them over to shave the back.

I trembled with embarrassment.

She couldn't get started and said, "Kexin, I can't shave like this."

"But I'm too shy. I'm sorry."

She said "Oh," as if she had thought of something.

She stood up, grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands, and flipped it up, pulling off a tank top.

Next came her white bra and panties, which she also removed and placed next to the sink.

After thinking for a moment, she took off her slippers too.

Then she said to me, "This way you won't feel awkward. We're both naked."

Xiaoyu had a kind of naive cuteness about her.

But her figure was anything but lacking.

The sixteen-year-old girl already had a C-cup.

Both breasts were perky, with very few areolas, and the two nipples stood playfully on top of each other.

Her flat waist clearly showed the lines between her chin and nipples, a testament to her hard work in training.

Her legs were slender and strong, with long calves and a pair of small, white, and lovely feet.

She was simply a beauty.

I smiled wryly, thinking, "Xiaoyu doesn't have to go to such lengths. Even though we're good friends, this is
a bit too much. I need to treat her better in the future."

Her actions calmed me down.

But her hands kept fiddling with my genitals.

She kept muttering things like, "There's still a little bit here."

The touch of her fingers, the breath she exhaled, and the metallic touch

all rekindled my desire.

My vagina started twitching restlessly, each contraction bringing out a gush of vaginal fluid.

Xiaoyu was oblivious, focused solely on plunging my pubic hair.

I felt like a hundred ants were crawling all over me; I was anxiously waiting for her to finish so I could masturbate to

my heart's content .

Suddenly, her hand trembled, smearing the skin near my opening.

Even though it was just a little, blood still flowed out.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I hurt you, does it hurt?"

Actually, it was just a small cut, nothing serious.

But it was my first time shaving, and I was terrified by this, so I was very anxious.

I said, "It doesn't hurt, but we need to stop the bleeding quickly."

She looked around.

The bathroom only had towels and bath sponges, which weren't enough.

She panicked too, seeing the blood and having nothing to stop it.

In desperation, she actually used her mouth to block my vagina

to prevent further bleeding.

I let out a groan.

The first time in my life my vagina had been licked was by a girl, and in such a way.

Already burning with desire, I ejaculated instantly.

The scene was too stimulating; I couldn't control myself.

My juices flowed incessantly from her vagina.

She thought it was blood and kept pressing it with her tongue.

I involuntarily moaned, "Ah...ah..."

She thought I was in pain

and gently stroked my legs to make me feel better.

This only made me more aroused. I

abruptly stood up and pulled Xiaoyu up with me.

I hugged her waist, our mouths pressed together, our tongues entwined.

A metallic, salty smell filled the air, intoxicating us both in the small bathroom.

I whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Xiaoyu, you're so kind. Kexin also wants to make you feel good."

We embraced.

Sitting on the floor, my legs wrapped around hers, our two tender sixteen-year-old vaginas rubbing against each other.

She had never experienced this feeling before, excited yet shy. She

kept moaning, "Kexin...there...it feels so good."

We were both dance students.

One leg could be on the other's shoulder, the other outside, clamping each other like scissors.

My vagina was right in the middle of the scissors.

"Ah...ah...Kexin,"

Xiaoyu and I rubbed our genitals together frantically.

Finally, she convulsed in my arms and went limp. I helped Xiaoyu sit on the stool and

straddled one of her legs. My

pink vagina rubbed against her smooth thigh.

She cooperated by pulling my buttocks back and forth.

She said, "Kexin, you're so shameful, shaving your own pubic hair and rubbing it against my thigh. Kexin,
aren't you ashamed? Aren't you ashamed?"

Hearing this, I became even more excited.

While rubbing, I said, "Xiaoyu, I feel so good...so shy...I'm about to climax...
please make me even more ashamed!"

She hugged my neck and whispered, "You dressed like this on purpose today, didn't you?"

Hearing this, I couldn't hold back anymore. I

climaxed with excitement.

I was limp in her arms for several minutes.

She held me the whole time.

Later, we became best friends.

Only she knew my secret.

He didn't like to expose himself, but he liked to see me expose myself; she didn't like to shave, but she liked to shave me.

This influenced my future attire and even my training. After some bold experimentation with school uniforms

in Chapter Three

, we concluded that shaving and then wearing
shorts without underwear was less noticeable than not shaving at all.

A tuft of dark hair is more likely to attract attention.

We also conducted an experiment.

Based on the height of the school stairs, we deduced the optimal angle for viewing my vulva was four steps.

Too far, and you could only see my thighs, not the depths; too close, and the angle was wrong, only my school pants.

I was on top, and Xiaoyu was four steps below.

Looking up, she could see my vulva perfectly.

This involved me slightly bending over, sticking my butt out, leaning forward, and taking one more step up.

My pink vulva would then slightly open, revealing the honey-like fluid flowing from the cleft.

Now, with Xiaoyu around, she records my exposure and compiles it into a book.

She investigates my level of shame, my sensitivity to various things, and which states excite me
most .

To increase my level of shame, sometimes I need to deliberately expose myself or let others see my genitals.

Of course, this is very dangerous at school, so deliberately exposing oneself can only be done off-campus.

With this data, I can now walk around the various school buildings naked in my school uniform shorts.

But to avoid being seen, I still need a lot of practice.

I'm in front, and Xiaoyu is behind.

From the first floor to the fourth floor.

My task is to prevent her from seeing my underwear.

The key is to avoid having anyone standing four steps behind me.

Therefore, I need to constantly change positions, and if I hear footsteps behind me, I need to judge the distance by the sound.

There are several ways to escape: 1. Get yourself out of a straight line with the person below.

2. Make the distance between yourself and the person below more than four steps.

3. Make the distance between yourself and the person below less than four steps.

The first method is of course the preferred one, as it's very simple to get rid of. However, if there are people
walking on the same side of the stairs at the same time, and many people are going up at the same time, you can't change lanes.

In this case, you have to use the second method and speed up.

The drawback of this method is that your trouser legs will ride up when you run, which may expand the range of people who can spot you to
more than five steps, so you have to use it with caution.

The key to the third method is even more difficult.

You must never slow down and wait for the person behind you to come up before maintaining a distance of less than three steps, because before you even reach
three steps, that person will have already seen the bottom of your pants.

Therefore, to use the third method, you must cut in diagonally from another path and stick close to the person behind you.

You can also use them as cover.

After practicing this many times, Xiaoyu saw me a few times the first few times.

After practice, she would text me: "Kexin, I saw your pussy three more times."

Every time she saw it, I felt both ashamed and excited.

I couldn't understand why Xiaoyu, such a graceful young girl, had such a magical way of speaking; it made me want
to be teased by her.

Later, I became more and more skilled, and Xiaoyu didn't see me several times in a row.

I thought, "Finally, it's time to put it into practice."

After the third period in the morning, I went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and put on my baggy school shorts.

I ran downstairs.

Waiting for the bell to ring again, I was about to begin my challenge.

Of course, Xiaoyu was behind me.

I turned around and found Xiaoyu looking at me. I gave her a forced smile, after all, I had absolutely
no confidence. I

was extremely nervous.

What would people think if I was discovered? An exhibitionist? An exhibitionist? Or a slut whose pussy was shaved clean
and waiting to be fucked? Hundreds of people would be going back and forth on the four floors in a while, and this wasn't a drill.

"Ring ring ring,"

the school bell broke my thoughts; I couldn't think about it anymore.

I took my first step, and then I felt someone catching up behind me, faster than me.

I quickened my pace, not wanting him to get close to the fourth floor! I controlled my steps, not too fast, or my trouser legs would ride up
; not too slow, or the students behind me would catch up.

I was extremely nervous.

It seemed like two female students were walking down from above. One of them frowned when she saw my face.

I can't even imagine what my expression was like; it must have been terrible.

I reached the second floor.

There were quite a few people behind me.

I planned to move five centimeters to the right to let the people behind me go up first.

Then I'd find someone to cut in front of him as cover.

Just as I was thinking this, a voice called out to me.

"Kexin,"

it was Zizhu, my classmate.

Oh no! If I walked alongside her, it would be difficult to control the speed and angle.

"Can I copy your math homework during history class later?"

she said, moving closer to me. "Sure, no problem,"

I agreed, but I didn't dare to slow down and continued walking.

I knew the person behind me had gotten closer again, about six benches behind me.

Zizhu came over and stood to my left.

Oh no, the path to the left was blocked.

I couldn't move to the left.

I couldn't suddenly run either, or Zizhu would become suspicious.

I had to maintain a steady pace.

The footsteps below were getting closer.

I tried moving a little further to the right.

But every time I moved a little, Zizhu moved closer.

This meant my space was shrinking again.

The boys behind me reached the third floor and turned to go to the classroom.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"The last floor, I should be able to get through if I'm lucky,"

I mentally encouraged myself, while absentmindedly talking to Zizhu: "I
'm not sure about the trigonometry problem... so let's not copy the sixth question."

Just then,

several boys, seemingly worried about being late,

came running up from below, "thump, thump, thump. "

We were almost at the third floor.

I was getting anxious, thinking, "Zhao Zizhu, can't you walk a little faster?"

The boys behind me were getting closer.

I couldn't help but move a little further to the right, almost to the handrail.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

If I get to the handrail, the person on the floor below could have a 180-degree
view .

Oh my god! How could I not have considered that? There are so many people on

the third floor

's stairs; will anyone on the right look up? My heart is pounding.
I can feel water droplets sliding down my thighs. Am I too excited? Is my juices already flowing down my thighs? If
someone sees me like this, I'll feel like I'm going to die.

I was just about to move a little to the left when that darn Zizhu blocked my way again, pressing close to my left.

I feel the boy behind me getting closer and closer.

I can't move any further to the right, or the people on the third floor will see me.

Six steps, five steps, four steps... Oh no!

The person behind me is getting closer; at this distance, they can already see my bare genitals.

The person behind me keeps walking, just as I expected. They don't overtake me, but
keep a four-step distance.

Oh no, he must have seen me.

And he's admiring my movements as I climb the stairs.

He's carefully observing the juices flowing from my crotch down my thighs.

That must be it.

How am I supposed to explain this to him?

Pretend nothing happened? We kept walking. There was purple bamboo in front of me and a handrail on
my . I was at my wit's end, and could only let him maintain this distance, continuing to ogle my body.

A few more steps, finally.

Fourth floor.

Those few steps felt like a light-year, and it took us forever to walk them.

I was too ashamed to turn around and see who it was.

I thought to myself that if he told anyone about this today, I'd be finished.

Just then, I felt a tap on my back.

Startled, I turned around.

It was Xiaoyu! It was her! She'd seen Zizhu rush out from the second floor and followed her up.

On the third floor, she firmly blocked the four steps behind me, preventing anyone from getting close.

She protected me.

I'd thought someone else was watching me.

Thank goodness Xiaoyu was there.

She winked at me and we walked into the classroom together.

My phone vibrated as soon as I sat down; it was a text message.

Xiaoyu: "I didn't expect you to be so wet, you must be excited."

Ugh, she's mocking me again.

I didn't reply.

I sat back down

and made a face at her.

Her seat wasn't far from mine, in the same row but a few seats away.

History class was incredibly boring.

Everyone was doing other homework or playing on their phones.

The teacher, of course, didn't care; art schools are known for their lax

discipline. As long as it didn't disrupt class or cause noise,

he was happy if everyone slept.

I wiped the precum off my legs; sure enough, it was from being too excited.

My hand continued moving upwards; my vulva was already soaking wet.

I really wanted to masturbate, but I couldn't do it in class.

First, the movements would be too obvious, and the students next to me would suspect I was doing something naughty.

Second, I couldn't help but moan when I masturbated, and the more pleasurable it was, the louder I moaned.

I squeezed my legs tightly together; I'd heard that this leg-clamping method could bring pleasure, and even orgasm,
and that it felt even better than masturbation.

I placed one leg on top of the other, hooking the foot of the upper leg around the calf of the lower leg,
twisting the whole thing together like a pretzel.

Then I rubbed them together.

A slight pleasure came from my lower body.

It wasn't very intense, but I could feel it.

Maybe my technique wasn't good enough.

It wasn't that intense, let alone an orgasm.

But being so aroused in class, I could only squeeze my legs together to masturbate.

Just then, my phone vibrated again—a text message.

I opened it and saw it was from Xiaoyu: "Clamp your phone between your legs now."

What did that mean? I didn't understand.

I looked at her; she had a mischievous grin on her face. I guessed she'd been watching me the whole time.

Never mind, let's see what she's up to.

Thinking this, I tucked my phone between my legs

and nodded at her .

Suddenly, the phone vibrated loudly, startling me. I quickly picked it up and saw
it was Xiaoyu calling.

I looked at her again.

She made a downward gesture.

I immediately understood; she was using the phone vibration to massage my genitals while on the phone. How clever!

So I put the phone inside my shorts, holding it against my skin, and pressed my genitals against the vibrating part.

"Buzz...buzz

!" The pleasure came in waves, so intense.

I couldn't last more than a few minutes before I came.

The student in front of me turned around, looking annoyed.

I knew it was because the noise was too loud and bothering her.

I grabbed my bag and covered my legs to block out the noise.

Sure enough, the sound was much quieter; I could only hear it if I listened carefully, and others would hardly notice.

I felt myself about to moan out loud, a sound I couldn't control.

If I did, the whole class would probably look.

I bit my index finger, trying to stifle the sound.

After a minute, I couldn't take it anymore. I buried my head in my desk, clutching it with my hands.

I moaned softly, "Ah... um... my pussy is going to be ruined."

The tingling sensation in my lower body made my breathing quicken.

Just as I was about to climax, my whole body tensed, waiting for the peak, when my phone stopped
vibrating.

What happened? Dead battery? No way.

How could it die at this crucial moment?

My phone vibrated again.

A text from Xiaoyu: "It wouldn't be fun if it ended so quickly."

I looked at her with a resentful gaze. She just smiled, shaking her index finger in a "no"

gesture.

Xiaoyu really makes me both love and hate her.

I used to think she was innocent and kind, but now I see she's a complete wolf in sheep's clothing.

I guess deep down she's a girl who likes excitement and playing pranks.

Chapter Four

"Kexin, how about this one?"

Xiaoyu asked excitedly, legs crossed, holding a red dress in her left hand.

"No, the color is too bright."

It was a rare weekend, and after a heavy rain, the summer air was filled with the sweet scent of young girls.

Two 16-year-old girls were planning a grand adventure at home.

Xiaoyu's parents were away, and she eagerly pulled open her mother's wardrobe. The girl, who usually only wore her school
uniform , was immediately stunned by the "feast" before her.

Xiaoyu's mother was a fashion designer and editor of *Pink Girl* magazine.

She was very particular about her clothes, with a variety of styles and numerous designs.

Judging from the material, the clothes were obviously expensive.

As a high school student, I didn't really understand fashion, but seeing Xiaoyu's mother's wardrobe completely ignited my girlish love of
beauty .

After trying on the red dress, I casually tossed it onto the bed, which was already piled high with clothes of various colors.

Not satisfied, I gazed at myself in the mirror, completely mesmerized.

"Kexin, don't just focus on playing around, we haven't done our big thing yet."

Oh right, Xiaoyu's words reminded me.

Ever since she learned of my secret love for exhibitionism, she's been working hard to unleash my potential, trying to increase my tolerance for
exposure .

We've been discussing actively exposing ourselves in public places to see which form of exposure
makes me feel more ashamed and more excited.

Today is a perfect opportunity: it's the weekend, the weather is sunny, and her parents aren't home.

We planned to first choose a suitable outfit, then
expose ourselves in bustling commercial streets, on buses, in clothing stores, and at cinemas, actively seeking recognition, and finally write down our feelings.

By combining the various data we accumulated, we could figure out what kind of person I was and
what I wanted to gain from this exposure.

This was also a topic I had been pursuing in high school.

For this, we went through various experiments and challenges.

Xiaoyu's intentions regarding exposure weren't so innocent. At the time, I only thought she was
a good friend who was completely considerate of me, protecting me and thinking of me in every way.

However, I didn't know that she was secretly brewing a shocking plan.

She wanted to control everything about me.

I ultimately chose a dark green collared blouse paired with a beige silk pleated skirt, 30
centimeters , basically reaching mid-thigh; barefoot in brown leather shoes without socks; a lace-up triangular cotton bra
and white semi-transparent panties.

A khaki backpack hung down to my waist.

Looking back now, my outfit looked like the ordinary attire of a pure schoolgirl.

It wasn't sexy at all.

But that was my definition of beauty and attractiveness back then.

"You're dressed too plainly,"

Xiaoyu complained.

She seemed unable to accept that I had chosen such a "school uniform" from among a bunch of dazzling clothes.

I looked at Xiaoyu's outfit and had to admit it was quite hot. She was wearing a white cropped t-shirt, her
breasts puffing out the fabric, the hem hanging down to about five centimeters from her navel; super short denim shorts,
her hips faintly visible; and white Jordan basketball shoes that made her look even taller.

I looked at her noncommittally and said, "I think it's fine. Look at my skirt, it's short enough. I can even deliberately
show some skin . I can always pull it up a bit more."

She rolled her eyes at me: "Hey, what's so special about that? Today I'm going to do something really outrageous. But
I've already put the clothes I picked out for you in your backpack. There will be a surprise later, but I can't
show them to you now."

I found her mysterious way of speaking quite amusing.

Every time she showed that mysterious look, I was filled with anticipation, because she always came up with ideas that could
really provoke me—that was part of Xiaoyu's charm.

We chose our gear and prepared to leave.

Our base was 5-6 kilometers from the commercial street, a 15-minute bus ride; we chose
the popular number 16 bus.

At the bus stop, Xiaoyu instructed, "Give me your bag."

I instinctively took off my backpack and handed it to her.

She rummaged around inside for a while, pulling out a pair of straps—the straps were much thinner than typical men's straps.

They were just small accessories usually used for decoration, but they were surprisingly useful on me.

"Take off the belt first,"

Xiaoyu said, unzipping the backpack.

I immediately unbuckled the belt, and my skirt instantly slipped down.

After all, it was Xiaoyu's mother's stuff; it was indeed a bit too wide for a high school student like me.

Xiaoyu took the belt and put it back in my backpack, then helped me put on the suspenders. She adjusted the suspenders to the shortest length so that when
the hem of my skirt was fastened, the length would be about an inch below my buttocks, just enough to cover my bottom.

A slight bend at the waist would reveal my white underwear.

The suspenders also connected my skirt to my shoulders,

so any movement of my upper body directly affected the direction of the skirt.

Raising my arms upwards would lift the skirt, and the height of the arm raise would determine the extent of the underwear exposure. Extending

both arms vertically towards the sky would completely expose my buttocks.

Intentionally revealing this through movement could increase interaction with the audience,

creating an effect of "accidental" exposure.

I was wearing semi-transparent frosted underwear, only the pubic area was pure cotton and opaque, lightly covering my vulva
.

Above that was a semi-transparent material, revealing my small, pert buttocks and the cleft between my buttocks.

Above that was the end of the drawstring underwear hanging down.

The No. 16 bus slowly arrived, and I was the first to board, deliberately bending over as I got on.

My underwear was already exposed among the people boarding behind me, as if announcing, "There's a
girl who's going to put on an exhibitionist show for you."

Xiaoyu followed at the back to observe my movements.

By this time, the bus was quite crowded, and all the seats were taken.

However, there was still plenty of room to move around.

As planned, I first went to stand next to a window seat.

A middle-aged woman was sitting there, holding a cloth bag on her lap.

Behind her sat a little boy, who looked to be around 3rd or 4th grade, wearing glasses and
leisurely gazing out the window.

I chose the seat between the two of them, holding onto the handrail on the middle-aged woman's seat.

Several boys who had boarded at the same stop behind me were also standing around me.

Their eyes kept darting between Xiaoyu and me, and I could see their timid
expressions reflected in the glass.

"Let's do a warm-up exercise," I thought, leaning forward slightly, and my skirt slowly rose up at my hips, revealing a small white triangle

between my legs . I straightened up for a few seconds, and my skirt fell back down. A few seconds later, I bent over again, revealing a bit of my underwear. I repeated this several times. The boy behind me was clearly aroused. His eyes were fixed on my genitals, no longer looking at Xiaoyu. Because I wanted to see more, the boy behind me kept a certain distance, leaving a large empty space behind me . If we were too close, the angle between his eyes and my buttocks would be too high, and he wouldn't be able to see my underwear. After attracting his attention, my body became excited. My legs were no longer together, but slightly apart. My cheeks flushed, and my nipples began to swell slightly. It was time for something bigger. I grabbed the handrail of the bus window with my right hand. This created a 90-degree angle between my right hand and my body. The entire right side of my skirt was lifted up halfway, and the left side was lifted up a little bit as well. The whole skirt formed a slanted triangle.

Below the triangle was an unobstructed view of spring.

From the left, the semi-transparent area of my underwear was clearly visible.

My delicate, pert buttocks swayed gently with the irregular jolting of the bus, looking incredibly alluring.

The boys behind me were completely stunned, their mouths agape, their eyes glued to my
genitals. I

shifted my arms occasionally, their gazes following my movements; they were undeniably captivated. I involuntarily opened my legs, gripping the window handles with both hands, arching my buttocks as far back as possible, lowering my waist. As my legs parted, my skirt rose to a certain height. The flower between my buttocks bloomed before them. My most shameful part, greedily breathing in the erotic air of the carriage through my semi-transparent underwear, opened and closed rhythmically, my anus pulsating with my tense body. I fantasized: someone would lean in, and I'd pull down my underwear, spread my buttocks apart with my hands, and offer my mouth to him, saying, "Please taste my little asshole, please stick your tongue all the way in, I can massage your tongue with my asshole ." The image in my mind made my vagina involuntarily flow with a trickle. Looking closely, there was a small puddle of moisture on the white part of my underwear. My shame reached a certain level. This was the first time I'd done something like this at work—actively exposing my private parts to a stranger, even though I was wearing underwear . But the level of stimulation was still unprecedented. Suddenly, the car made a sharp turn, centered on me. My hands were firmly nailed to the handrails, unable to move. The people behind me also lost their balance and leaned towards me. The boy closest to me stumbled and bumped into my back, hurriedly reaching for the armrest . The car returned to straight, but he didn't move, still pressed against me, holding onto the armrest. I stood there for two minutes when I felt a hand touching my buttocks through my underwear. Good heavens! I never expected this, he was so bold. My resistance surged; I'd never been touched by a man before, and I felt an innate aversion . What to do? Hitting his hand might intimidate him and make him back down, but that would be too much of a move, and the little boy sitting next to me would definitely notice. Looking over, he could see my soaked underwear completely. He was short, and his sitting position was much lower than his standing position, so he could see my mons pubis at eye level. A little girl dressed like this, being harassed by someone behind her, her genitals wet with vaginal fluid—if a primary school student saw this, it would definitely damage his young mind. "I can't let him notice. Xiaoyu will come to my rescue soon," I decided, gripping the handle firmly and not moving. Clearly, touching my buttocks through my underwear wasn't enough to satisfy his desires. Seeing that I didn't resist, he assumed I condoned his actions and became even bolder. He used his index and middle fingers to explore the secret between my legs, finding my soaked panties. Surprised , he pressed his fingers upwards forcefully. I let out a soft "hmm." If we weren't in public, such intense stimulation would have made . My body trembled uncontrollably, like being electrocuted. Seeing my strong reaction, he became even more enthusiastic. He slipped his entire hand between my legs, pressing my clitoris and massaging it through my panties with his index finger. His middle finger rubbed back and forth at the cleft. Instantly, another gush of fluid leaked out, wetting his fingers. "Ah... I can't scream... I have to hold back... Xiaoyu... where are you... come save me... but ... it feels so good..." My mind was completely confused. I didn't know whether I wanted it or wanted to stop. My left hand tightly covered my mouth, controlling myself not to make a sound that would disturb the boy. The boy withdrew his hand, wiped it on my buttocks, and then smeared the semen on his hand onto my buttocks, as if to say, "You little slut, you look like you're begging to be fucked, born to be bullied." The moment he withdrew his hand, I felt a sense of loss, as if I had hoped he would do more, to make me feel more comfortable. But this feeling was fleeting, immediately replaced by guilt. But he didn't stop there; instead, he reached his hand directly into my underwear from the front of my body. My smooth, hairless mons pubis was no match for his onslaught, and his left hand easily penetrated that ocean of moisture. He used his thumb and ring finger to spread my vulva. His index and middle fingers took turns teasing my slits, occasionally inserting into my vulva for a moment or two. So amazing! It was the first time my body had been played with by a man's hand, and he was making me almost unable to stand. My right hand, which was gripping the armrest, was also about to lose its strength and become uncontrollable. My mouth, covered by my left hand, was still moaning softly, "Mmm... Ah..." I was about to climax. On the bus, a complete stranger aroused me to orgasm. Just thinking about it filled me with immense shame. My body began to convulse uncontrollably—a prelude to my climax. I was about to reach my limit. Just then, the bus stopped at the station. I was pulled out of the bus by a force. Xiaoyu finally pulled me off. Just as I was about to climax , I crouched on the ground in a daze. But this was only the first stop on my grand adventure. [To be continued]

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