【Original Sin】(17) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
Word count: 4235

(17)

Since meeting Zhou Hui at the sports meet, the two of them have become inseparable best friends.
They share similar interests, like to play, like to go crazy, like to joke, and like to eat the same things. Anyway, Zhou Hui really
likes her personality. If their personalities didn't match, they wouldn't be so good friends. After school, whoever finishes class first
will wait at the other's classroom door and then walk home together.

Later, Shao Fen somehow managed to get Zhou Hui transferred to their class. Shao Fen's parents are both
cadres, and it is said that her mother works for the Education Bureau. Perhaps for this reason, Shao Fen is always the
leader . In addition, her family has overseas Chinese, so her clothes are always outstanding. Zhou Hui is different. She is never
affected by other people or things, so she never stands out or gets involved in scandals.

It was a pristine, blossoming season. The friendship between two young girls was often more innocent and
intimate than that between boys. However, the good times didn't last long. The honeymoon of the two women's friendship was only halfway over when a man
appeared. In their second year of high school, a boy named Fu Jiawei transferred to their class. This tall, thin boy had a
fair, narrow face and long, clear eyes. His legs were long and straight. He looked very clean and spirited, with
an otherworldly cleanliness and a captivating charm. Zhou Hui noticed that Shao Fen, like her, also
had feelings for Jiawei.

"He noticed me the first thing when he entered the classroom," Shao Fen said with a slight smile as they walked together on campus after school.
"You know, when a man looks at you with those eyes, it can make your heart race and your face flush." "It's not
you who's blushing and your heart racing, it's him!" Zhou Hui interjected with ill intent. Shaofen's clothes were always so revealing and
sexy. Because she was tall, slender, and had a full bust and hips, she had a unique
charm .

Their school was nestled on a hillside by the river, surrounded by locust, chinaberry, and
towering kapok trees. Its white walls peeked shyly from the trees, like
the from the green shade. As they passed the playground, the students who hadn't gone home yet were still
playing on the basketball court. They could be heard shouting and yelling from afar.

The girls walked hand in hand, extremely ladylike, with their backs straight, their eyes fixed straight ahead,
taking . There were screams and whistles from the boys, and they were making lewd jokes
. Zhou Hui, with her fair and pretty face, ignored them and walked across the playground. "How annoying," Zhou Hui said, her face flushed with embarrassment. "How annoying,"
Shaofen said, not angry, but with a smug look on her face.

In the second semester of their junior year, the drama school came to their class to select students. Zhou Hui caught the troupe's eye at first sight, simply
because she was beautiful. Her beauty was truly irresistible—radiant, elegant, and captivating. Anyone who saw her
would feel it would be a waste not to recruit such a talented girl into the troupe, a disservice to the audience.

However, Zhou Hui's family disagreed. Her father, from a family of teachers, vehemently opposed the idea, even though the drama school was
a vocational college where graduates would receive a diploma. Those familiar with the Zhou family envied them greatly; not only was the husband
distinguished, the mother virtuous, but they also had successful sons and daughters—a model of an excellent family.

Surprisingly, her mother, Xiujuan, agreed. The couple had their first major argument, a clash of extremes,
but neither could convince the other. Zhou Hui, caught in the middle, didn't seem to care at all; after all, she was also tired of
studying . The argument yielded no results, and the two began a cold war, ignoring each other. The atmosphere at home was so tense that Zhou Hui and Zhou Jun were both
extremely cautious, barely daring to raise their voices.

Later, it was Xiujuan, a middle school teacher, who persuaded her husband. She pointed out that with Zhou Hui's grades, it was
impossible for her to get into a good university, and that she should consider other options. So, Zhou Hui went to the drama school every day after school.
In fact, Zhou Hui was indeed talented in drama; on her first day, the teacher called her out of the line.

Pointing to her body, the teacher told the other students: "Look at Zhou Hui, there's not an ounce of fat on her body,
all muscle, which gives her elasticity and strength. And her legs are long, her hips are perky, her shoulders are narrow, and her waist is slim." If there was
any flaw , the teacher didn't mention it, except that her breasts were relatively large, high and firm, like mountain peaks.

The drama school wasn't far from the main school. It was after school, and Shaofen hurriedly left the classroom, many
students carrying schoolbags brushing past her on the way home. She was going to find Zhou Hui because a good movie was showing,
and she wanted to invite Zhou Hui to watch it together that evening. The troupe's original location was a Confucian temple, and Shaofen knew they usually
rehearsed in the small auditorium in the afternoons.

As she approached the auditorium, she heard soft, labored breathing inside. The sounds were rapid, suppressed, and seductive
, arousing her desire. She instinctively slowed her pace, quietly making her way to the door.
"Hurry up, spread your legs wider, that's it, that's it." It was a man's voice, excited and fervent.

Shaofen stopped, not daring to peek out, and instead held her breath, stealthily approaching. "
Lift , like that, push harder, push harder!" Then came more panting. "Oh,
oh, I can't take it anymore." It was Zhou Hui's voice, panting heavily. Shaofen thought they were shameless, but unable to
resist curiosity, she poked her head out.

It turned out to be a male teacher instructing Zhou Hui on physical exercises. Zhou Hui was bent over like a bow
on a lever, struggling to press down. Both of them had serious faces, overly focused, as if they were conducting
a very important and solemn activity. Shao Fen couldn't help but chuckle, thankfully not making a sound.

Zhou Hui was wearing a close-fitting bright red leotard, tightly bound like another layer of skin, with a
very low , especially the back, almost bare to the waist. The trousers were loose black silk, with
the cuffs tied at the bottom. The soaked leotard clung tightly to her body, revealing every tiny curve.

The teacher's hands were pressed against her waist, and one of her toes traced a semi-circle in the air,
the light streaming in from the window dazzlingly hanging on her toe, casting a half-circle in the air. Her overly prominent, already
voluptuous buttocks moved in a sensual way. She kicked endlessly, her ligaments stretching and relaxing, until finally, the teacher
grabbed her raised toes.

The teacher noticed Shaofen lurking outside the door. They stopped, and he grabbed a towel, wiping
himself as he asked, "Is something wrong?" Shaofen shook her head hastily. He said to Zhou Hui, "Okay, that's enough for today."
"Hey." Zhou Hui grabbed the clothes and wiggled her little bottom as she walked towards the changing room.

After Zhou Hui changed, they walked home together, both wearing white tops and blue bottoms in their school uniforms, but Zhou Hui's
uniform was different; she had slightly altered it. The waist was cinched and tightened, the skirt was shortened, and
a wide white leather belt was tightly wrapped around her waist. Her hair was permed and tied into two small buns at the back of her head, with her bangs standing
high on her forehead, a fluffy pile. She carried a schoolbag on her shoulder, the straps shortened, the bag reaching just to her waist.

As they walked down the sunlit street, Shao Fen said, "I heard you moaning just now, I thought you were doing 'that
'?" "What?" Zhou Hui asked, bewildered.

"What else? 'That's it,'" Shao Fen said again, seeing that Zhou Hui still looked blank, she said, "The sound of moaning
during sex ."

"Get out of here, how come you only think about that?" Zhou Hui shoved her, and the two of them
screamed and burst into laughter. Zhou Hui suspected that Shao Fen, this passionate and beautiful woman, was either a voyeur or a pervert.
She was always chattering incessantly about vulgar things, like which boy and girl were dating or having sex, or which
boy was constantly working out or watching porn.

Soon, Zhou Hui noticed that Shao Fen and Jia Wei were talking. They were lively and happy. Teenage
girls are particularly sensitive to love, and Zhou Hui noticed that Shao Fen was in love. For close friends like them, who spent
every day together, even the slightest movement couldn't escape each other's notice. Shao Fen made no attempt to hide her
smugness, and her clothes became increasingly flashy, her skirts shorter and more revealing.

Zhou Hui, on the other hand, deliberately feigned deep disgust for them, completely ignoring them when she saw them. The training hall
echoed with the voices and laughter of the young men and women, the
sounds . With the teacher's commands, whistles, and reprimands, the noisy group finally quieted down. Only the thud of her feet hitting the ground remained
, the echoes of which were desolate and only amplified the monotony.

Zhou Hui bent down, her head reaching between her legs, and then, not stopping there, she stretched out from between her legs, tilting her head back
to look straight out the window. The extremely tall and ancient locust tree outside cast the faint shadows of its leaves onto the windowpane; she could
almost see the silhouette of a cicada chirping, its wings opening and closing.

Then, she noticed a face with a still-childish innocence hidden among the leaves. Thinking she was seeing things, she bent down
even lower, and finally saw that it was Jiawei. Because they were both bent over, he seemed to have let his guard down,
his entire head exposed in the window frame. Zhou Hui didn't know how long Jiawei had been spying on her, but being noticed by a boy
she filled her with a secret sense of pride.

Seeing that the teacher wasn't around, she cleverly tried to do a "reverse crown" pose, but failed and
fell heavily to the ground, the floor seeming to meet her head as it slammed down on her. Ignoring the pain, she
rolled over , stretched out her arms, and lay on the floor, finally seeing Jiawei almost cry out.

She was secretly pleased and went straight to the handrail, kicking her legs repeatedly. Her toes traced empty semi-circles,
the sunlight dazzlingly illuminating them, casting half a halo in the air. Her excessively prominent, deformed
buttocks moved in an obscene shape, and she felt his gaze, a feeling of immense pleasure washing over her.

The endless kicking, her ligaments stretching and relaxing, was both easy and joyful. Her gaze lingered on her
long, straight legs, the beautiful lines connecting them to her buttocks. She couldn't help but look up at him.
But there was no sign of him outside the window. She immediately deflated, her legs still kicking, but without
the energy she had before.

She changed to a split, splitting her legs into a straight line, but slowly lowered her body to the ground, her arms and legs stretched
parallel to each , pressed against the ground, her hands gripping her raised toes. She felt his gaze assaulting
her, fixed intently on the ample area between her legs. She couldn't help but shudder, shrinking her limbs and curling into
a ball. His gaze had already withdrawn.

Zhou Hui said she had a stomachache and asked the teacher for leave. She ran to the old locust tree behind the practice hall. It
happened to be a dead corner at the back of the courtyard, where no one came and went. Jiawei, his face flushed, climbed down from the tree.
Zhou Hui asked him why he was secretly watching her. He said, "I like watching you practice."

Zhou Hui's hands clenched her clothes tightly. She said, "If you like it, I'll show you on a regular basis." "
Really !" Jiawei looked surprised and delighted, but without the awkwardness he had when they first met. "Look at you, acting silly," Zhou Hui
said , walking very slowly, inwardly cursing, "Fool, why aren't you following me?" Finally, just
as she was about to stop and turn around, Jiawei caught up with her.

"Zhou Hui, shall we play on the mountain for a while longer?" he said. Zhou Hui neither agreed nor refused, and she
walked ahead towards the summit. They strolled for a while, found a rock to sit on, and both took off their shoes, going
barefoot, and leaned against each other side by side. Not far away, a couple was embracing and kissing, hidden in the bushes.

"Tell me, what's going on with that couple?" Zhou Hui
asked, looking at the couple embracing, seemingly innocent yet not quite, clearly teasing Jiawei. They understood matters of the heart,
yet they didn't quite grasp them either. "You mean, we should do what they do?" Jiawei said, putting his arm around Zhou Hui's shoulder, which
she pulled away from.

"Hey, be civilized," Zhou Hui said, her eyelids drooping. Jiawei immediately became obedient; his arm around her
recoiled as if electrocuted, waiting for her reaction. At this moment, Zhou Hui felt that Jiawei was more timid than she was. She glanced up
and saw his lips, wondering what it would feel like to be kissed by such lips. Her lips had never
been kissed by any man before; what would it feel like to be kissed by them?

Zhou Hui closed her eyes, not daring to look at the blushing boy anymore. How embarrassing it would be if he saw through her thoughts
. A refreshing breeze blew through the shade of the trees, making her feel lazy and unwilling to do anything.
Before she knew it, Jiawei had wrapped his arm around her, and then he couldn't resist pecking her red and tender
cheek .

Zhou Hui flinched away in surprise. At that moment, Jiawei's eyes sparkled like two sparks.
He trembled, his lips solemnly approaching hers. Under Zhou Hui's clear, watery gaze, he looked away in a
flustered . Zhou Hui gritted her teeth, trying to purse her lips into a circle, and proactively brought her full
lips closer.

His kiss was reckless and clumsy, just pecking and nibbling randomly, even smearing saliva on his lips.
He smeared it on her rosy cheeks. Their first kiss left Zhou Hui with a very bad impression. She didn't know how to
regulate her breathing, or where to put her nose. Jiawei smacked his lips wildly and ridiculously,
making it hard for her to breathe.

But they also experienced pleasure; Zhou Hui didn't feel quite at the point of blissful ecstasy, just a feeling of
intimacy.

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