【Kexin's Exposure】(08) Author: Cai Kexin

Author: Cai Kexin
Word Count: 5103

Chapter Eight:

The ascent requires more stamina, but fortunately, I have a thorough understanding of the situation. I only need to
reverse the route I just took.

Reaching the second row, I saw the couple having a great time.

The boy's jeans were pulled down to his calves, and the girl's head was vigorously twisting between his legs.

She tossed her hair back, revealing her delicate face.

First, she pouted and moved her lips back and forth along the boy's penis.

Then, she gently pinched the glans with two fingers, making it erect.

Her small tongue licked from the base of the penis all the way to the urethral opening, savoring it like licking ice cream, repeating it several times. Each time she licked
, her tongue started from a lower point, and after about three or four times, her tongue licked from the testicles to the top.

By the fifth time, the girl's other hand lightly patted the inside of the boy's thigh, causing his legs to spread even wider.

Her tongue began at the boy's anus, slowly and relentlessly licking along a line
down to the area below the glans. She then quickly teased the inner part of the glans with her tongue.

The boy closed his eyes in pleasure, his mouth slightly open, almost moaning a few times.

He was enjoying the pleasure brought by the girl's extraordinary skill.

I wanted to continue climbing, but I was so captivated by the scene before me that I couldn't move my knees.

Amazing! Such a pure girl possessed such skill.

If she wanted, I believed she could make the boy surrender quickly.

I watched with great interest, completely forgetting that I was still kneeling naked in the movie theater.

After the girl's teasing, the boy's penis was rock hard, a drop of clear, sticky fluid secreted from the urethral opening.
The girl lightly touched the fluid and stretched it outwards, pulling out a long, thin thread.

Her small mouth aimed at the penis and inserted itself directly, her mouth completely covering the entire shaft.

From the side, the penis was at least 14 centimeters long, yet now even the base was invisible—a truly
masterful feat.

The girl endured this for a few seconds before her eyes reddened, tears welling up, and she made
gurgling

sounds.

After a few more seconds, she finally couldn't take it anymore and lifted her head. She clutched her chest and gagged a few times, saliva
dripping onto the boy's penis and thighs.

It seemed she hadn't yet adjusted to the length of her boyfriend's penis; such deep penetration on the first try was clearly very uncomfortable.

This time, she didn't go all the way in at once.

Instead, she slowly sucked on it, gradually penetrating deeper, allowing her throat to adjust.

After about twenty strokes, the girl finally managed to take the entire penis into her mouth.

This time, she didn't let go so easily; her head remained pressed between the boy's legs, motionless.

Her throat trembled, using suction and spasms to massage and stimulate the penis.

What exquisite pleasure this was!

The boy, unable to withstand the stimulation, quickly grabbed the girl's head, trying to pull his penis out, otherwise he
would definitely ejaculate in her mouth.

What would happen next? Would the girl get up and sit on the boy's penis? Or would they switch
positions so the boy could lick her vagina? Just as I was anticipating an even more passionate scene, my phone
vibrated in my hand. Xiaoyu had texted: "Kexin, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and climb up."

Right, I shouldn't waste time here; collecting my exposure data is today's top priority.

But the lewd scene before me was truly shocking, making me stop in my tracks.

I couldn't delay any longer; danger could strike at any moment.

With extreme reluctance, I started crawling forward.

The third row was now empty, which was good news for me; I still
felt lingering fear thinking about the terrifying scene just now.

I continued crawling forward, the closer I got to the finish line, the stronger the excitement became. My heart
always .

The people in the fourth and fifth rows were sitting in the far left aisle, making it easy to pass through.

The most troublesome one was the "gatekeeper" in row 6, the man on the far left, a man in his early thirties dressed like an insurance salesman in
a shirt and trousers.

At his age, this attire seemed odd for him to be at the movies alone.
He was looking down at his phone, clearly not interested in the screen. His right hand was constantly scrolling through the touchscreen, seemingly anxiously searching
for a contact.

He had his legs crossed, his right foot dangling off the edge of his seat. I crawled to his feet, watching his pointed leather shoes
dangle in front of me.

Should I crawl over now? It seemed too dangerous. Even if he was completely absorbed in his phone,
he could still see something crawling at his feet out of the corner of his eye.

I couldn't take the risk, but what other options were there? My heart was pounding like a drum.

Then my phone vibrated again, but I dared not look at the screen; the light from the phone would attract his attention.

After about two minutes of this standoff, I still didn't have the courage to rush over. My knees and fingers were completely
numb .

I just wanted to wait until he looked up at the screen before slowly crawling over, but his eyes never left his phone.

Just then, I heard footsteps from above in the aisle; three people were walking in from the entrance of the screening room.

Damn it! The movie was already halfway through, and there were still people watching.

The footsteps came in sparsely; this was bad.

These people had chosen their aisle.

I had to hide the moment they turned around behind the screen at the entrance.

I took a half step back, turned, and hid in row 5.

However, two seats in the middle of row 5 were occupied. Although they weren't very close,
they could still see me if they glanced over. The only thing I could do was hide in row 5 without making a sound and wait until everyone
was seated before going out.

The footsteps were getting closer. I crouched down, hugging my legs, waiting.

Why aren't they sitting down yet? My heart was about to jump out of my throat.

Then I heard someone say in the aisle, "Don't change seats, just sit in row 5."

What! They chose row 5 too? "Tap tap... tap tap,"

the three continued walking down.

That's it, I'm going to die here.

There were already two people sitting in row 5, but now three more people got off from the left and moved into row 5.
They were sandwiching me right in the middle.

"Kexin, you deserve it! If you hadn't been watching that passionate scene, you'd be in row 8 by now
,"

I cursed myself.

"Tap tap...tap tap,"

footsteps grew closer.

I instinctively crawled deeper into row 5, but I knew it was futile.

Soon someone would be in row 5, blocking the passage, and I'd be a caged bird, at their mercy.

I retreated until there were only three seats left between me and the people in the middle; I couldn't retreat any further.

I squatted on the ground, hugging my calves tightly, knees protecting my chest, my buttocks pressed against the bottom of the folding chair, curling
myself into a ball.

"You slut, are you still looking forward to being seen?"

"It's all because you wasted time." "

Just spread your legs wide and welcome them when they come in."

These thoughts echoed in my mind; it was all my fault, and what was coming would come.

Just as I was in despair, I suddenly heard a gust of wind from my right, as if something had been thrown down to my feet.

I looked closely and saw a white women's shirt, brand new, with a tag still on it.

I grabbed it like a lifeline and instantly draped it over myself.

Looking up, I saw the girl sitting closest to me looking at me with pity and helplessness in her eyes. In the dim light of
the theater I could only see her slightly furrowed brow and biting her lower lip, showing no surprise whatsoever.

She gestured for me to get up, and I reacted, quickly sitting down next to her and pulling
the hem of the coat tightly over my upper body.

By then, the three newcomers had entered the fifth row.

The girl gently pressed her palm against my back, and I leaned forward, covering my legs and private parts with my body.

She then took out her backpack and stood it upright on the empty seat to my left.

The backpack wasn't heavy enough to press down the spring seat, and the raised seat cushion and backrest held the backpack tightly between them,

perfectly blocking the view of my buttocks.

The three newcomers also sat down one by one on the left side of the seat with the backpack, seemingly unaware of anything
unusual .

The girl's left hand remained on my back, comforting my frightened body while
also providing cover for my lower body as I crawled, creating the illusion that she was taking care of me because I was uncomfortable.

I felt the warmth of her hand, like gentle sunshine warming my heart.

I steadied myself, suppressing my rapid breathing.

Turning to look at her, I saw a girl in her early twenties, who didn't look like a college student.

Her long brown hair was loosely braided and hung over her shoulders. Her fair, oval face was framed
by calm, deep brown eyes. Her delicate features and slightly pursed lips gave her a gentle and composed look as she gazed at me.

She wore a black silk slip dress, looking fresh and refined.

The round neckline revealed a hint of cleavage, elegant yet sexy. The gemstone necklace around her neck shone brightly in the screen's light, further enhancing

her striking collarbones . I was so stunned by the beauty before me that I couldn't tear my gaze away. She seemed a little embarrassed by my stare and turned her head away, clearing her throat. What was I waiting for? I should thank her; without her help, those three men would have seen me naked. Thinking this, I opened my phone's notes app, typed "thank you," and showed it to her. She saw it, smiled, and shook her head, meaning you're welcome. I thought for a moment and then wrote, "I'm sorry you saw this. I'm sure it frightened you." She glanced at it, then took out her phone and started typing with one hand, her left hand still on my back. This made me feel very safe; even sitting naked next to her, I wasn't afraid. After a while, she handed me her phone. It read, "I know what you're doing. While I don't think there's anything wrong with your behavior, it's a bit too daring for a girl to expose herself in public." I was deeply moved. It turned out she understood what exposure meant. We continued communicating on our phones: "Don't you think I'm a bad kid? I have this shameful fetish, I know it's wrong, but I can't suppress the urge to expose myself." "Not at all. Seeking excitement is everyone's freedom, but you must pay attention to safety. You can't go on like this without limits." She didn't look down on me for being an exhibitionist, but she understood my actions, which surprised me. "Yeah, I have a companion. She can usually take care of me, but things happened too suddenly just now, and she couldn't help me." After showing her this message, I remembered that my phone had vibrated earlier. It must have been Xiaoyu who sent me a message. I took back my phone and opened the unread message. Sure enough, it was from Xiaoyu: "Kexin, wait for me there, I'll be right down." That's right, she noticed that I couldn't get through the 6th row and wanted to come down to meet me, but the three new people blocked me in the 5th row, disrupting her plans. Now she was helpless and could only wait for the movie to end. I sent a message to Xiaoyu to report that I was safe and arranged to wait until everyone before she came to pick me up. At that moment, I felt a strong connection with the girl in front of me and wanted to chat with her a bit more. She leaned closer and whispered to me. When she bent down, I noticed a boy sitting next to her, whom I hadn't noticed before. I assumed he was her boyfriend. After all, couples who watch movies together are usually not strangers. Thinking about how he knew I was naked earlier, I felt incredibly ashamed. Through our conversation, I learned her name was Wu Xiaomai, 23 years old, and after graduating from university, she worked at a media company in the city, mainly responsible for program review, and sometimes personally involved in program planning and recording. Xiaomai was her grandfather's name; that year, her family had a bumper wheat harvest. I chuckled inwardly; she was lucky her grandfather hadn't named her Wu Baimian (meaning "white-faced Wu"). Through our conversation, I sensed that besides being easygoing, she possessed a profound and unfathomable depth. Sometimes her speech was difficult for a high school student like myself to understand; perhaps my life experience wasn't yet sufficient for deep conversations with someone of her social standing. However, she didn't seem to mind my superficiality. Knowing I liked to expose myself, she talked at length about her understanding of the body. She said that everyone's body has its own unique characteristics, but of course there are also commonalities.

For example, touching certain sensitive parts of the body can trigger a physiological reaction, something everyone experiences.

This level of stimulation only triggers the release

of dopamine in the cerebral cortex, producing a pleasurable sensation.

However, once you grasp someone's specific traits and use them to stimulate them, the feeling is as
vivid as a nuclear bomb exploding in your brain, giving you a feeling of floating on clouds and becoming hopelessly addicted.

My trait is shame; it can excite me and even bring me to orgasm. I've learned this through experimentation
, and it has verified that her point is correct.

She also said, "Don't let others easily know your traits, and don't let others uncover them, otherwise
they will gain complete control over you and use that control to manipulate your mind and body."

I didn't quite understand what she was saying, but it sounded quite mystical.

I looked at her with a bewildered expression, and she shrugged noncommittally.

At that moment, the screen began displaying subtitles, and then the lights in the theater came on, illuminating the entire room.

I immediately bent my upper body as low as possible, quietly waiting for all the audience members to leave.

Xiaoyu rushed over anxiously with her backpack. I quickly put my underwear and skirt back on, and wearing her brand-new
white shirt with Xiaoyu's mother's pleated skirt, the effect was surprisingly good.

I felt like a pure and lovely lotus emerging from the water, completely unlike the lewd appearance I had when I was crawling naked earlier.

"I'm sorry I'm late,"

Xiaoyu said, looking at me with a guilty expression.

I quickly shook my head, "It's okay, she saved me just now. Let me introduce you, this is Xiaoyu, my
classmate, and this is Sister Xiaomai, a friend I just met..."

I turned to Xiaoyu as I spoke, but she didn't look at me. She just stared in surprise at
the man next to Sister Xiaomai, frozen in place as if she had lost her powers.

"What, you two know each other?"

I asked suspiciously, noticing Xiaoyu's strange expression.

"Ah, no, we don't know each other,"

Xiaoyu answered awkwardly.

I looked at the man. He was also a young man, no more than 25 years old, judging from his appearance. His fair face
had a mysterious air about it, and his buzz cut made him look mature and
capable. His muscular face suggested he was the kind of person with a strong sense of purpose.

His intense gaze was fixed on us, as if he were examining two toys. He did
n't say a word from beginning to end, which sent a chill down my spine.

"Yuan Yi, could you go outside and wait for me?"

Sister Xiaomai's words broke the awkward silence.

The man named Yuan Yi got up and left, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and glanced at Xiaoyu
. Xiaoyu quickly turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze.

At this moment, Sister Xiaomai said again, "You two girls must have had enough fun today, so hurry back."

Xiaoyu and I thanked her several times before getting up and leaving.

Seeing Xiaoyu leave the screening room first, Sister Xiaomai called me back with a smile, "Oh, right, Kexin. You have to leave me
a *****, after all, you're still wearing my clothes, which I just bought today."

I could tell from her expression that she didn't really want the clothes back, but I couldn't help blaming myself for
forgetting. My face flushed, and I said, "Definitely! I'll not only return your clothes, but I'll also treat you to dinner."

We exchanged *****, and as she left, she whispered in my ear, "You
should too much, it'll make you fall for it. Also… be careful of that girl next to you."

With that, she strode away, leaving me stunned in the empty screening room.

[High School Chapter (End)]

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