[Fantasy] The True Story of Xue Tao (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 28

What kind of slut is Fang Fang's dream?

A slut in black stockings and genital rings. What kind

of cheapness is it?

A cheapness where vaginal fluid flows from the anus. What kind of lewdness is it? Lewdness that involves cheating and transgressing boundaries. What kind of love is it? A married woman loving her lover! Hi, hi, hi, hi… ******************** The next day at noon, I took Fang Fang to the rooftop of the teaching building for a wild sex session. After enjoying ourselves to the fullest, on our way back, we accidentally bumped into Mr. Zhang, the English teacher, and Lao Hei from the school's track and field team. Our unexpected encounter was awkward for a moment. Lao Hei and I simply greeted each other's teachers and quickly passed by. After we walked a distance, Fang Fang turned to look at the two men and asked me nervously, "Tao, why are they going to the rooftop too?" I shrugged and said, "How should I know? Maybe they're just having some casual sex." Fang Fang said, "Did they spot us?" "So what if they spotted us?" I said nonchalantly, "I'm not afraid, why are you?" "Sorry, I'm not afraid either..." Fang Fang said softly, looking down. After she finished speaking, she looked around and gently took my hand. That Ms. Zhang was the female teacher who taught us how to wear thongs. Although she didn't teach our class, I had heard of her before because she had a well-known nickname: "Old Slut." It was said that she had slept with many men in the school, and her lewd stories were widely circulated on campus, enough to fill a book. She usually wore heavy makeup every day and especially liked to wear various see-through outfits, attracting the attention of many thirsty boys. However, I wasn't interested in her at all because she was too plain-looking. Her appearance and figure were average; she couldn't compare to Fang Fang, nor even Aunt Jian, Ma Qi, or the owner of the video arcade back then. I wouldn't even bother with a woman like that. Although I really wanted to try a threesome, it would have to be a woman of Fang Fang's caliber. Zhang Laoshi's level was out of the question—have you ever seen bird's nest eaten with swill? As for Lao Hei, he was a student in my year and a key member of the school's track and field team. He was dark-skinned, strong, and nearly 1.9 meters tall. We knew each other, but we weren't close. Whether they saw what happened today or not was irrelevant to me; they were just minor characters in my eyes. After taking Fang Fang back to her office, I went to the restroom. When I came out, I ran into Zhang Laoshi and Lao Hei again. I wondered if they were done so quickly. Zhang Laoshi didn't look like she had an orgasm, and Lao Hei might have premature ejaculation. Thinking of this, I glanced at them a few more times. Ms. Zhang was still wearing her semi-transparent see-through outfit; upon closer inspection, her bra and thong were faintly visible. St. Socrates High School was lax in its management; no one cared about her attire, and everyone was used to it. As I approached, Ms. Zhang noticed me looking at her and gave me a suggestive smile. Old Black, standing nearby, seemed quite displeased and immediately used his burly frame to block Ms. Zhang's view. I found it amusing and turned away. Old Hei didn't know that there's a type of person in this world—noble, wealthy, and handsome, in short, a "tall, rich, and handsome" man. He's farsighted, ambitious, and only pursues stunning beauties and plays with women with perfect figures. One day, he passed through a dilapidated, impoverished corner and saw an ugly, poor man happily enjoying a woman with no looks. Upon seeing the "treasure," the man immediately bared his teeth and said, "Hey! You won't get your hands on my treasure!" Little did he know that the "treasure" in his arms was nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh in the "treasure" man's eyes. He wouldn't take it even if he were paid to do so. What a pitiful man! ********** ... After going to her office, the teacher there told me that Fang Fang received a phone call before class and then rushed out, saying she was going home. This made me even more puzzled. Why would Fang Fang go home? Could it be that her house was flooded? Although I didn't pay much attention, I was still a little worried. Anyway, I had no motivation to go to class, so I decided to go home and check on her. I rode my bike back to Fang Fang's house as fast as I could. Just as I was about to open the door, I vaguely heard Fang Fang crying and talking inside. I quietly opened the door a crack with my key and peeked through the crack. I saw Fang Fang standing in the living room, tears streaming down her face, pushing something away. A man's voice came out: "Teacher Fang, what's wrong with letting me have my way once? You've already slept with that Xue Tao guy, so why can't you sleep with me? I'll say it again, I took pictures of you two. Aren't you afraid I'll expose you?" The voice sounded familiar. I opened the door a little wider and suddenly realized that the man was Lao Hei. I instantly understood that Lao Hei was definitely using what happened at noon to threaten Fang Fang. Actually, we met them below the rooftop after we finished at noon. They couldn't possibly have seen us doing that, let alone taken pictures. I guess Lao Hei tricked Fang Fang, getting her to tell him everything, and then he used that opportunity to threaten her. That silly woman Fang Fang couldn't resist his clumsy tricks and could only cry and resist. It seemed like they were at it for quite a while. That shameless Lao Hei dared to threaten Fang Fang with photos! I've already done all that stuff; you can't succeed. But this scene is quite similar to my childhood. Back then, when Uncle Zhao was abusing my mother, I was also peeking through the door. What should I do now? Should I go in to save Fang Fang? Lao Hei is much stronger than Uncle Zhao; I'm actually a little scared. Going in would probably just mean getting beaten up for nothing. But if I don't go in, I can only watch Fang Fang be humiliated. If it were any other woman, I'd be happy to have a threesome with Lao Hei. But this is Fang Fang inside; I don't want to let others enjoy her. I thought for a moment and decided to wait and see. If things didn't improve, I'd call the police. At that moment, Fang Fang shook her head violently, crying, "No, really no, please don't force me anymore." Old Hei said impatiently, "Why is it okay for Xue Tao but not for me?" Fang Fang cried, "I'm Xue Tao's woman. Only Xue Tao can touch my body." Hearing Fang Fang say this made me feel incredibly relieved. What a good woman, so loyal. Old Hei said, "What about your man? He can't touch you either?" "Only Xue Tao can touch me..." Fang Fang sobbed. Old Hei shamelessly said, "Aren't you afraid I'll expose everything between you two? Then your reputation will be ruined, and your man won't want you anymore." "Um..." Fang Fang shook her head and said, "I only want Xue Tao to want me..." Old Hei was clearly taken aback for a moment, then he said, "Xue Tao won't want you either." Fang Fang said firmly, "No, you're talking nonsense! My body hasn't been defiled by anyone else, he will definitely still want me. He said he's not afraid of you finding out about this, so I'm not afraid either." Old Hei thought for a moment and then said, "Aren't you afraid of Xue Tao's reputation being ruined?" These words immediately made Fang Fang raise her head, looking at Old Hei with a face full of confusion. Seeing that his words had worked, Lao Hei continued, "Once those photos of you two are released, do you think Xue Tao can still stay in school? Everyone will know he's messing around with his teacher. Let's see how he'll face people after that." "No, no, this can't be done, absolutely not!" Fang Fang immediately panicked, grabbing Lao Hei. "You can't release the photos! Give them to me! Give them to me now!" Lao Hei seized the opportunity to hug the photos to his chest, saying smugly, "As long as you let me have some fun, I'll give the photos back to you."

"No, only Xue Tao can touch my body." Fang Fang struggled fiercely.

"Fuck your mother, I'll fuck you to death." Old Hei, seeing that he had come full circle, lost his patience and went berserk, pinning Fang Fang down on the sofa.

"Ah...get away from me, don't touch me..." Fang Fang continued to struggle, but her frail body left her helpless.

Come on, Fang Fang, I'm cheering you on from outside the door. Don't let that scumbag Old Hei get his way!

My heart grew increasingly anxious and conflicted. Should I go save Fang Fang? If I do, what if Old Hei beats me up? I'm 1.8 meters tall, but Old Hei is 1.9 meters; the odds are completely different. How can I possibly beat him? Now I can only hope that Fang Fang unleashes her potential.

Old Hei forcefully tore at Fang Fang's clothes, his evil hands groping her body wantonly. "That bastard Lao Hei... so despicable! First he threatened me with photos, then he raped me when that didn't work. If he added a drugging step, it would be perfect. It's exactly the same routine I used to use. Can't you be a little more honest

? Damn Lao Hei, I'll curse you to death in my heart!" Suddenly, with a "bang," Lao Hei stopped what he was doing, clutching his head and jumping up from Fang Fang with a "yelp." Hmm, what happened? Did my curse work?

Lao Hei took two steps back, still clutching his head. Fang Fang also slowly got up from the sofa, clutching a glass in her hand, her hair disheveled, obscuring her face. She gripped the glass tightly in both hands and walked step by step towards Lao Hei. So that was the one who hit him with the glass.

Fang Fang pointed the glass at Lao Hei, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, especially her hands, which shook so violently they almost couldn't hold them.

"I...am...Xue...Xue Tao's...woman...I...cannot...be...defiled...cannot...cannot..." Fang Fang said, each word trembling.

"If you won't let me, I'll release the photos and ruin Xue Tao's reputation." Old Hei clearly knew Fang Fang's weakness; even after being hurt, he wasn't giving up.

"No, no, you can't do that!" Fang Fang shouted urgently.

"Then let me do it just once!" Old Hei took another step back, frightened, but still wouldn't give up.

Sigh, Old Hei, why are you so persistent? How about we compromise and Fang Fang gives you a handjob? Can you feel my heart? I'm negotiating with you with my soul. Fine, just give me a straight answer.

"No!" Fang Fang screamed, startling me. She raised the glass in her hand even higher, her hands trembling more violently, but her voice was extremely resolute: "Only Xue Tao can touch my body, you can forget about it!"

Old Hei took a step towards Fang Fang, hesitated for a moment, then stepped back, saying, "So you're just going to wait and see Xue Tao ruined?"

"No, I can't let you hurt Xue Tao... I can't let you touch me either..." Fang Fang shook her head painfully, then suddenly looked up sharply, saying nervously, "That's it, I'll kill you... I'll kill you... If I kill you, Xue Tao won't be hurt, and I won't be defiled by you... I'll kill you... I'll kill you..."

As Fang Fang spoke, she approached Old Hei step by step. "Hey, hey, Teacher Fang, calm down, this can be discussed." Old Hei retreated step by step in fear, his body slumping. My heart tightened as well. Teacher, don't do anything foolish, this is excessive self-defense.

Just then, Lao Hei seemed to notice something. He straightened up and said smugly, "Teacher Fang, come and stab me! I've never seen a round-mouthed cup kill someone."

I was stunned for a moment, then looked closely. Sure enough, the glass was of excellent quality. Fang Fang's blow to Lao Hei's head hadn't broken the glass; the rim was still perfectly smooth, offering no threat whatsoever.

Before Fang Fang could react, Lao Hei stepped forward, snatched the glass from her hand, and pulled her back into his arms. My heart clenched again. Damn Lao Hei, don't push your luck! Fang Fang, keep going! Can you feel my encouragement? Don't give up! Perseverance is victory!

"Hiss—" Fang Fang's top was torn, revealing most of her large, braless breasts. Fang Fang had lost her earlier bravado and could only struggle futilely, crying helplessly. This really couldn't go on; Fang Fang was going to be raped sooner or later. What should I do?

I closed my eyes, unable to bear watching any longer. Fang Fang's painful cries mingled with Lao Hei's triumphant laughter, and my heart ached. Unconsciously, the scene from my childhood flashed before my eyes again. I couldn't help but ask myself, why was I so brave to save my mother when I was little, but now I'm too afraid to save Fang Fang? How could I become so weak-willed?

No, it's not that. As a child, I was reckless and dared to save her, but now I understand the difference in strength; I would get a severe beating. But Fang Fang risked her life for me, remaining chaste. Wouldn't it be too unmanly of me not to save her? But then again, it's not that I don't want to save her, it's that I can't… Right, I can call the police or ask for help… No, that would make me seem too incompetent. Forget it, I'll just pretend I didn't see anything and quietly leave. Out of sight, out of mind. I'll pretend it never happened, pretend Fang Fang broke free on her own.

With that thought, I quietly turned and prepared to leave. Just then, Fang Fang's desperate cries reached my ears again, mixed with her plea for help: "Tao...come save me...Tao..."

Huh? What's going on? Does Fang Fang know I'm outside? No, she couldn't possibly know. She's just calling my name in her most desperate moment. Sigh, Fang Fang, don't blame me. Blame yourself. If you were as strong as Ma Qi, ten black men wouldn't be a match for you. Who told you to be so weak? At worst, after you're raped, I won't mind the filth...

I hesitated for a moment, then finally made up my mind: get out of here!

I took a small step, but my legs felt like lead. Damn it! My conscience and dignity, don't mess things up at this time! My life is more important! Even if a thousand pounds were pressing down on me, I'd run away. I took

another small step, difficult indeed. I didn't expect saving someone to be so hard, but escaping would be even harder. But no matter how hard it is, I'll escape. Don't think I'll go to my death!

Suddenly, my mother's blurry face flashed into my mind again. What if the person calling for help inside wasn't Fang Fang, but my mother? What should I do? Save her or not? Fang Fang is the person who looks most like my mother. Can I really not save her?

I couldn't help but peek through the crack in the door again. Fang Fang was still struggling. Her clothes were torn, leaving only her private parts covered. Lao Hei was trying to pry her arms off.

Wait, it's been so long, and Lao Hei still hasn't stripped Fang Fang naked. This means he might be all bark and no bite. Yes, that must be it. That old slut Teacher Zhang has already drained him dry. He can't even handle Fang Fang, so why should I be afraid of him? Besides, Fang Fang, a woman, dares to fight Lao Hei one-on-one. What am I afraid of? Can't Fang Fang and I beat him up?

I hesitated for two seconds, then decided to go all out, kill Lao Hei, and save my Fang Fang. I grabbed a broom from the doorway, weighed it in my hand, and found it too light and unwieldy, so I switched to a metal dustpan—that thing could really hit someone.

Without giving myself any time to think, I quietly pushed open the door and crouched low, sneaking up behind Old Hei. I wasn't really confident about a one-on-one fight, but a sneak attack was no problem; I felt more at ease.

Slowly, I approached Old Hei. Old Hei was busy with Fang Fang, and Fang Fang was busy with Old Hei; neither of them noticed me. I slipped behind Old Hei, my hands trembling slightly as I raised the metal dustpan. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes, and with a "smack," I slammed it down on the back of Old Hei's head.

"Awooo..." Old Hei clutched the back of his head and turned around angrily. When he saw it was me, he was clearly stunned. I couldn't care less about anything else. Without hesitation, I closed my eyes and yelled "Ahhh!" as I swung the iron dustpan in my hand, repeatedly hitting Old Hei's head. I don't know how many times I hit him, until I missed several times in a row, before I opened my eyes to look.

Huh, where's Old Hei? Where did I hit him? "Tao..." Just as I was in shock, Fang Fang rushed into my arms with joy. "Tao, you came to save me, you came to save me..." Fang Fang hugged me tightly, crying tears of joy.

"Teacher, don't cry, it's alright now..." I touched Fang Fang's head with the hand that wasn't holding the dustpan, about to say a few words of comfort, when I suddenly saw Old Hei rush out of the kitchen with a cleaver in his hand.

"Ahhh..." I screamed in fright, pushed Fang Fang away, and turned to run into the bedroom. It turned out Lao Hei had run to the kitchen to get a cleaver; he was going to fight me to the death.

I ran into the bedroom, and before I could even close the door, Lao Hei followed me in. "Fuck you! I'll kill you!" Lao Hei roared, eyes blazing, and swung the cleaver at me.

"Clang!" I barely managed to block it with a metal dustpan, then collapsed onto the bed in terror, my body going limp, unable to speak. "Lao Hei, calm down! Don't let a woman ruin our relationship. We can have a threesome..."

Just then, another person rushed into the bedroom. It was Fang Fang, her hair disheveled.

Fang Fang also charged in, cleaver in hand, radiating murderous intent.

Lao Hei and I were stunned—no, more accurately, we were shocked. Fang Fang's stance was too imposing. Then, in a flash, Fang Fang raised her cleaver and brought it down on Lao Hei.

One strike later, the outcome was decided; Lao Hei was bleeding. Fortunately, the old black man was tall, and Fang Fang only managed to slash his arm. But that was enough; the old man was completely terrified, collapsing to the ground, howling and clutching his wound, his face filled with fear as he looked at Fang Fang.

"You dare hurt Xue Tao! I'll kill you! You dare hurt Xue Tao! I'll kill you! You dare hurt Xue Tao! I'll kill you!..." Fang Fang repeated the words like a madwoman, raising the cleaver to continue hacking at the old man on the ground.

Luckily, I reacted quickly, jumping up and grabbing Fang Fang. "I wasn't hurt, teacher, calm down, murder is illegal," I urgently tried to comfort her.

"But his hand touched me, I'm going to cut off his hand!" Fang Fang struggled in my arms, still trying to slash at the old man.

"That's illegal too," I said, holding her tightly. "Forget it, forget it, he didn't do anything to you, just ignore him. You're not even listening to my orders anymore?"

Fang Fang immediately stopped, turning to look at me with a docile expression.

"Get out of here!" I said, pointing at Lao Hei on the ground.

Lao Hei seemed to snap out of his daze, scrambling to his feet as if granted a reprieve. He took only two steps before his legs buckled again, and he collapsed to the ground once more. He seemed to have no regard for his appearance, scrambling away from Fang Fang's house.

"Phew..." After Lao Hei left, I let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. Fang Fang sat down on the ground with me, grinning foolishly.

I caught my breath and pulled her into my arms. "Teacher, you can still smile at a time like this? Are you alright?" I kissed her hair.

"I'm fine, Tao, are you alright?" Fang Fang put down the kitchen knife in her hand and looked at me with concern.

I shook my head: "I'm fine. How could Lao Hei, with his wiry appearance, hurt me?"

"Yeah, hehe, Tao, you're great. You came to my rescue, you protected me, hehe." Fang Fang obediently rested her head on my shoulder, enjoying the lingering affection after the ordeal.

I said smugly, "Of course, if I don't come to save you, who will? Hey, what's going on? Why is Lao Hei here?"

"Oh, it's like this..." Fang Fang slowly told me what happened this afternoon. She was preparing lessons in her office when she suddenly received a phone call saying that her water pipes were leaking and she needed to go home immediately to turn them off.

Fang Fang ran home, but as soon as she entered, Lao Hei followed her in from behind. Then Lao Hei exposed Fang Fang's relationship with me and threatened her, demanding that she have sex with him. Fang Fang refused to comply and pulled out her phone to call me for help. Lao Hei snatched the phone and tried to force himself on her. Fang Fang was weak and powerless, and it seemed she was about to be violated. Just at this critical moment, the messenger of justice, the embodiment of a hero—I—appeared.

After Fang Fang finished speaking, she suddenly exclaimed anxiously, "Oh no, Tao, he still has our photos! He said he'd ruin your reputation! What should we do?"

I smiled and said, "What photos? Only a fool like you would believe that. Even if he has photos, it's fine. I'm a man; this won't affect me."

"Ah? Really, it won't hurt you?" Fang Fang asked, still somewhat worried.

"No, don't worry." I patted her head and then teased, "Teacher, you were really fierce when you chopped down Lao Hei just now! You were like the Thirteenth Sister of the Street, haha. If you were in the underworld, this whole area would be under your protection."

"Ugh, I'm not that barbaric! You've mistaken me for someone else!" Fang Fang covered her blushing face in embarrassment.

I laughed, "Haha, it's okay, what are you shy about? You look sexy when you're chopping people up, I like it too."

"Tao, are you happy? Ah... well, I can chop... chop people up for you in the future... hehe..." Fang Fang hugged me tightly, burying her face in my chest.

Fang Fang's words made me incredibly gratified. She's truly a jack-of-all-trades, teacher, sex slave, nanny, and now she's my female bodyguard and top-notch enforcer. If Ma Qi were here, I could dominate the campus right now, collecting protection money from each class, haha.

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After tidying up the room, we didn't go back to school and had another passionate encounter on the bed. After we finished, I started thinking about how to clean up the mess left by Lao Hei.

Lao Hei is very arrogant, and I think today's events were mainly caused by the chance encounter under the rooftop. Both of our women are teachers at the school. My woman is the school's most beautiful and goddess-like woman, worshipped by all the male students, while his woman is a notorious public toilet. The comparison is stark, and of course, he couldn't swallow this insult. He mistakenly believed that what I could do, he could do too. Coupled with his long-standing lust for Fang Fang,

he was momentarily blinded by lust, and his audacity led him to commit this outrageous act. After this defeat, he certainly wouldn't dare to have any further designs on Fang Fang. As the saying goes: "If a goddess can kill, who dares to rape her?" Fang Fang is safe now, but I might not be. You see, Lao Hei is the school's boss, with a bunch of henchmen. Gathering a few of them to beat me up wouldn't be a problem. I don't want to get beaten up, especially by a group.

This matter must be resolved, but it's also easy to resolve. Through this incident, I've seen through Lao Hei; he's just all bark and no bite. All I need to do is let him know that I have connections in Daowai.

While holding Fangfang close, I took out my phone and called a friend of my father's. This friend owned a nightclub and had a complex network of connections and relationships in the area. He was also close to me, so asking him for help would be fine.

The

next day, Lao Hei didn't come to school. Rumor had it that he'd offended some gangsters and been killed. I wasn't worried about that. My father's friend was sensible; he would handle everything. Lao Hei definitely wouldn't bother Fangfang and me again. Also, given Fangfang's excellent performance yesterday, I decided to give her a surprise.

After school in the afternoon, Fangfang sat on the back of my bicycle as usual, happily hugging my waist and resting her head on my back. I took her straight to my father's company. (Note: I don't know if I mentioned it before, but St. Socrates High School doesn't have evening self-study sessions, not even for seniors.)

After parking, Fangfang, with her eyes closed, habitually asked me, "Tao, where are we?"

I said, "Teacher, we've arrived at a nice place, open your eyes."

Fangfang always likes to sit on the back like this, with her eyes closed and her head resting on my back. As soon as the bicycle stops, she asks me where we are. I've told her many times that riding a bicycle with your eyes closed is dangerous, but she never changes.

"Huh? Where is this? Aren't we going home?" Fangfang looked around blankly.

I patted her bottom and said, "Teacher, come with me."

I led Fangfang into the company's showroom. A while ago, my father's company held a fashion brand launch event, and there was still a temporary runway set up in the hall. After locking the lobby door, I took Fangfang's hand and led her to the catwalk.

Looking at her, I said, "Teacher, didn't you want to be a model? Today I'll help you realize your dream. The catwalk is all set up for you, but I'll be the only audience member. You'll be performing just for me."

Fangfang looked at the catwalk with immense surprise, then at me, her large, watery eyes brimming with tears of excitement.

I stroked her hair and said, "Do you remember the catwalk you practiced when you were little?"

Fangfang nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, I remember it all, Tao, thank you."

I said, "Hmph, no need to thank me. Teacher, get ready, let's begin the performance. But you'll be performing nude. Are you willing?"

"I'm willing..." Fangfang lowered her head shyly, her face flushed, and said softly.

I deliberately asked, "What are you willing to do?"

Fang Fang wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, saying, "I'm willing to be your nude model, willing to perform nude for you."

"Hmm." I took out a collar from my bag and put it on her, then took out a set of pink underwear and the thong, handing them to her and saying, "Teacher, today you're allowed to wear a bra and panties. Put these on, and take them off one piece at a time while walking around. You have to be completely naked."

"Okay." Fang Fang obediently took the underwear and started changing. I turned on all the lights in the hall, adjusted the lighting, set up the reflectors and other equipment, turned on the sound system, and set up the DV camera.

Fang Fang had already changed her clothes, wearing only a pink bra on her upper body and pink panties on her lower body, with the thong worn inside. She was still wearing those cheap low-heeled sandals.

I pointed to her uniform and said, "Put these on too, you can walk a few more times."

"Okay." Fang Fang picked up the clothes, looked around, and said, "Tao, should I put on some makeup first?"

I said, "Teacher, those vulgar things don't suit you. You look most beautiful like this, without makeup. Hurry up and put on your clothes, let's get ready to begin."

"Okay." Fang Fang put on her clothes. Her shirt was only buttoned at the middle, her suit jacket was open, revealing her full cleavage and her navel, which was slightly visible. She let her hair down and put it up high, showing a noble, mature, and charming style.

She straightened her clothes, walked a few steps on the catwalk, and smiled sweetly at me, saying, "Tao, we can start now."

I turned up the volume of the speakers, picked up the microphone, and said loudly, "My dears, let's welcome the world-famous model, Ms. Fang Fang, to the stage!" Then I whistled a long whistle, quickly walked to the front of the catwalk, took out my camera, and started taking pictures while admiring the model.

Fang Fang took a deep breath, steadied herself, and then gracefully walked towards me with a cat-like gait. Reaching the end of the runway, she slowly removed her suit jacket, tossed it to me, and turned, swaying her shapely hips as she walked back. Her movements and demeanor were in no way inferior to a professional model.

She then walked back and forth several times, removing her clothes one by one and tossing them to me, exuding charm and sexiness. Finally, after removing even her last remaining garment,

a thong, she began to walk naked on the runway. Fang Fang's pretty face was flushed, a mixture of shyness and excitement. Her large breasts and shapely buttocks swayed sensually with her steps, incredibly alluring. After walking back and forth several times, she untied her long, coiled hair, tossed her head, and her curly hair fell evenly over her snow-white breasts.

After Fang Fang had her fill of modeling, she shyly blew me a kiss, then swayed her hips and began a sensual dance on the catwalk, the nipple rings on her nipples swaying provocatively…

After dancing for a while, she suddenly leaned back, supporting herself with one hand, her legs wide open, presenting her smooth, beautiful vulva to me, swaying from side to side.

Her other hand played with the clitoral ring, gently pulling it, emitting sensual moans from her cherry lips. Her slender fingers rubbed her pink clitoris, then moved downwards, parting her plump labia, and a glistening drop of urine spurted from the pink crevice.

I immediately raised my camera and started snapping photos of her. After Fang Fang finished urinating, she raised one of her jade-like feet and stretched it towards me. I immediately ran to her, and she gently lifted my chin with her toes, gazing at me tenderly.

I grabbed her delicate foot, pulled off her sandals, and began to fiercely nibble on her fair toes. At the same time, I grabbed her other foot, removed its sandal, and massaged her soft sole against my face.

Fang Fang quickly braced herself with both hands on the ground for balance, her body suspended in the air, allowing me to savor her feet.

After I had my fill of her little toes, I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, flipped over, and jumped onto the catwalk. Then, I quickly stripped off my clothes, knelt down, gently removed her clitoral ring, and forcefully thrust my hard penis into her vagina, gripping her ankles.

Fang Fang's hands remained on the ground, her hips off the ground, her posture resembling a Thomas Flair. After stirring my penis inside her vagina for a while, I began to thrust forcefully.

Fang Fang arched her head back, moaning with pleasure, her large breasts swaying violently with each thrust.

After a while, Fang Fang suddenly pleaded, "Tao... ahh... I... I can't... ahh... hold on... ahh... I'm going to fall..."

"If you can't hold on, just fall down. I didn't force you to do this difficult position..." I didn't stop my fervent cock and continued fucking her, saying, "Oh... so good! So good! Teacher's cunt is so tight! So good! So good!"

As I spoke, I increased the force of my thrusts, and Fang Fang closed her eyes and shook her head, moaning, "Ahhhhh... so good... so good... ahh..."

"Teacher, turn over." Seeing that Fang Fang was really about to fall, I suddenly pulled out my cock and slid my hands to the back of her legs.

Fang Fang immediately opened her eyes, pushed herself up with her hands, and with my support, her body actually leaped into the air, cleanly and neatly turning over, sticking her jade buttocks high, changing the position to doggy style.

Fang Fang has now reached Ma Qi's level in many aspects under my tutelage, of course, she can only bring out her full potential during sex.

I slapped her round, beautiful buttocks twice, leaving two large red handprints on her snow-white flesh. Fang Fang raised her beautiful buttocks high, moaning lasciviously, "Mmm... Tao... I want it... I'm a bitch... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..."

I thrust my big cock into her pussy and fucked her a few times, then lifted her legs and slowly stood up. Her body was suspended in the air again, face down with her hands on the ground.

I shouted, "Teacher, crawl forward."

"Ah... Yes, yes..." Fang Fang quickly supported herself and slowly crawled forward on the catwalk with her hands.

I followed behind her, holding her legs, fucking her hard as we walked. When we reached the beginning of the runway, we slowly turned around. I suddenly increased the speed of my fucking and my pace, commanding again, "Crawl faster! Crawl faster!"

"Ah... gently... gently... ahh..." Under my powerful thrusts, Fang Fang's hands moved rapidly forward, her plump buttocks trembling uncontrollably.

Soon, Fang Fang reached the end of the runway. I didn't let her stop; instead, I used all my strength—legs and my huge cock—to leap, using my cock to propel her off the runway.

"Ahhhhhh..." Amidst Fang Fang's screams, we miraculously landed safely. After landing, I continued fucking Fang Fang, and she continued to crawl wildly around the hall.

We were both extremely excited. Fang Fang's crawling speed increased, her moans rising like a sow in heat, and I, fucking her from behind, almost started running.

We ran around the hall like this for a while, fucking for ages, when suddenly Fangfang's legs clamped tightly around me, and she pushed off the ground with her hands, lifting her entire upper body upwards. It looked as if I was using my big cock to lift her up.

After her upper body lifted, her head and buttocks also arched upwards, her arms outstretched, and she cried out loudly, "Ah...I'm flying...flying...Tao...Tao..."

At that moment, time seemed to slow down. I pushed her body forward a few more steps before her hands touched the ground again.

However, after landing, she only crawled a few steps before her hands lifted her body upwards again, but this time it wasn't flying. Instead, she turned her body around, wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted me up, pressed close, and finally kissed my lips. Her vagina twisted inside me, sucking and gripping my big cock even tighter.

Can you imagine Fangfang's incredibly difficult movements? Without moving her hips, her upper body rotated almost 180 degrees while simultaneously lifting herself up to kiss my lips. This was an extreme test of her waist flexibility and strength; Fang Fang's body seemed to be turning into rubber. Of course, I also bent over slightly at the same time to cooperate with her.

After a passionate kiss, Fang Fang wrapped her arms around my neck and said urgently, "Tao, quickly carry me to the catwalk... ahh... I'm coming... I want to be on the catwalk... quick... ahh..."

I immediately carried her onto the catwalk, and Fang Fang rolled off me, her vagina separating from my penis. She turned around and pushed me down, leaping onto me and forcefully shoving my penis into her vagina, rapidly twisting her jade-like hips, her white teeth biting tightly onto my shoulder, her whole body trembling as she reached orgasm, and I also ejaculated under her powerful suction...

After a long time, Fang Fang slowly stopped trembling and released my shoulder. She nestled against me like a little bird, looking at me tenderly.

I kissed her hair and said, "Teacher, are your dreams fulfilled now?"

"Mmm..." Fang Fang nodded shyly.

I said, "Do you have any other dreams?"

Fang Fang thought for a moment and whispered, "Yes..."

I said, "What are they?"

Fang Fang smiled shyly and said, "Hehe, they're just ideas, they can't come true."

I said, "Tell me about them."

Fang Fang said, "I have three more dreams, don't be angry when I tell you."

I said, "Three dreams? Tell me, I won't be angry."

"My first dream is... to die with you..." Fang Fang's voice was soft, but full of happiness and sweetness.

"Ah?" I was taken aback, how could it be so bloody right off the bat?

Fang Fang said, "Hehe, it's okay, I'm just thinking about it, I won't expect it to come true. I would never do something you don't like."

I said, "Oh, so how do you plan to commit suicide together?"

Fang Fang said, "We'll go to Lijiang. I heard there's a 'Suicide Valley' there. We'll make love on the top of the valley, and at the moment of climax, we'll jump down together, holding each other tightly in the climax, dying together, leaving our love forever in that beautiful valley. I think that's so romantic..."

I nodded and said, "Yeah, it's pretty romantic, but now that Lijiang is getting more and more famous, there will definitely be more lovelorn men and women going there to commit suicide. I guess in a few years the bottom of the valley will be full of bones, crowded like a bus. You might accidentally sleep with someone else's wife while having sex, that's so impolite."

"Hehe, you're so naughty..." Fang Fang giggled and gently pressed her hand to my mouth, continuing, "Then let's put that dream aside for now, let me tell you my second dream."

I said, "Okay, go ahead."

"My second dream..." Fang Fang shyly twisted her body against me and said, "I want to be eaten by you, hehe."

I bit her head and laughed, "Isn't that what I'm doing every day now?"

"Hmm..." Fang Fang pouted slightly and shook her head, saying, "I really want to be eaten by you, really. First, you have to cut off my two big breasts, cook them, and eat them all, not a single bit left; then cut off all the flesh from my butt, oh no, my big white ass, and steam it; and my little cunt, those two big cunt pieces are the most tender, you have to slice them into thin slices and cook them in a hot pot; and my feet, you have to stew them into pig's trotters, hehe, my calves have to be made into roasted lamb legs, my thighs..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Fang Fang got more and more excited as she talked, and I couldn't take it anymore. "Teacher, what are you doing? I'm not a perverted cannibal, what are you doing?"

Fang Fang buried her head in my chest and whispered, "I just want to watch you eat me little by little, to make me a part of your body, to stay inside you forever...

Tao... Actually, I want to eat you too... But I can't bear to think like that, because you'll die, you'll feel pain, and after you're eaten, you'll be gone. Just thinking about it makes me so scared, so lonely, so it's better to be eaten by you."

I said, embarrassed, "Teacher, are you a praying mantis?"

Fang Fang said quietly, "Maybe only the praying mantis understands true love, when love is intense, it eats the other person, forever becoming one."

I said, "Teacher, what you're saying is too scary."

Fang Fang smiled shyly, "Hehe, I already said it's just a thought. Well, but, Tao, if you really want to eat me, then..." "I'd really love to, really. If you want to eat me, I'd give you my whole body, really... Tao..."

Fang Fang finished speaking and moved her body to kiss me passionately. After a deep kiss, I gently patted her head and said softly, "Baby, I know. What's your third dream?"

Fang Fang said, "My third dream is to be with you forever. Whether I'm a sex slave or a bitch, as long as I can stay by your side, I'll be content."

I said, "Teacher, that dream can come true. I'll never tire of your body, haha."

Fang Fang nodded vigorously, "Yes, I'll definitely take good care of myself. I want you to fuck me a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times. I want you to fuck me for a lifetime. Even if I go to heaven, I'll still want you to fuck me..."

I laughed, "I'm afraid someone like me can't go to heaven."

Fang Fang said without hesitation, "Then I'll go to hell with you. If you can't go to hell, I'll become a wandering ghost with you. When your soul is scattered, I..."

"Ugh, stop with all this unlucky stuff, it's creepy," I interrupted her.

"Mmm, Tao... Now and in the future, I will only live for you..." Fang Fang stroked my chest, closing her eyes happily...

It was already dark when we left my father's company. Fang Fang suddenly said to me, "Tao, can you come with me to buy a couple of outfits?"

I smiled and said, "Sure, where do you want to buy them, Teacher?"

Fang Fang said, "To the lingerie store where I used to buy thongs. I want to buy a few more lingerie items. I remember they have open-crotch, see-through, and one-piece lingerie there, lots of them. I'll buy some and wear them for you to see, okay?"

I became interested: "Okay."

Guided by Fang Fang, I went with her to the lingerie store. Fang Fang held my hand and happily picked out items in the store. The store was decent-looking, selling mostly ordinary lingerie, with only a few shelves at the back having sexy lingerie and nightgowns.

Fang Fang picked out a few for me to see, but I wasn't very satisfied with any of them, because Fang Fang's body was too perfect, and none of those sexy lingerie items suited her.

When we reached the last shelf, I found several bodysuits, which I quite liked.

I picked out two for Fangfang: one red with small mesh, three-quarter sleeves, and a wide crotch; the other black, woven with fine black rope, with large, diamond-patterned mesh, sleeveless and without a crotch.

Seeing my liking, Fangfang immediately asked the clerk for two new ones and paid for them.

That

evening, Fangfang wore both bodysuits alternately while serving me. The bodysuits, paired with a choker, nipple rings, and clitoral rings, elevated Fangfang's sex appeal to a new level.

Looking at Fangfang's beautiful and sexy body, I suddenly longed to see her naked in class, exposing herself in front of the whole class, watching her nervous and shy under their voyeuristic gazes—that would be incredibly exciting.

The story of her dancing provocatively in a thong at home that day had already spread throughout the class, but few people believed it. They all thought those three guys were bragging. Even those few who did believe it were just envious of our good luck; no one called Fang Fang promiscuous. All the boys, including those three gossipy guys, regarded Fang Fang as their most sacred goddess. Even after witnessing her promiscuous side, they still admired and worshipped her, still revered her as a celestial being, and dared not defile her. That's the innocence of that age. Their innocence gave me a very satisfying sense of superiority, so I decided to let everyone feast their eyes.

Besides, it's time to give Fang Fang some exposure training. It's been a long time since I've trained her. Good training helps increase a woman's obedience and promiscuous nature, and can greatly satisfy her deepest desires. You know, what women crave most is to be forced to do lewd and perverse things.

However, having Fang Fang openly teach naked seems unrealistic; it would cause a lot of trouble. Teaching in slutty attire seems much safer, and the effect is also great.

So, after enjoying a night of passion with Fang Fang, I told her my idea. Fang Fang trembled slightly in my arms, bit her lip, thought for a moment, and then shyly agreed.

The

next morning, I had Fang Fang wear the red mesh bodysuit, with only a thong underneath.

The bodysuit clung tightly to Fang Fang's full and alluring body, outlining her sexy curves. Her snow-white skin stood out against the dense mesh, and her nipples peeked out.

I removed her nipple rings and placed two black star-shaped nipple covers on her nipples. After all, Fang Fang's current outfit was already quite extravagant, with her entire breasts clearly visible. If I also exposed her nipples, it would be too crazy, and it would cause men to lose their minds and gang rape her. I can't stand seeing other men abuse women.

Fang Fang looked at herself in the mirror, then turned to me shyly, head bowed, and said, "Tao, do you like seeing me dressed like this?"

I said, "Of course! Would I let you dress like this if I didn't?"

Fang Fang said, "Um... do I really have to go to class like this?"

"What? You think it's too conservative? Want to go to class naked?" I said with a mischievous smile.

"No, no, no," Fang Fang quickly waved her hands, then lowered her head and said softly, "If you like it, that's fine..."

Then Fang Fang neatly put her hair up and obediently put on her choker. I found a long trench coat for her to wear; she couldn't be too revealing on the way to school, as it could easily cause a traffic accident, and it wouldn't be good if she were surrounded by onlookers.

As for her feet, I just let her wear any leather shoes; no one would notice her shoes anyway.

After arriving at school, I gave Fang Fang a few instructions and went to the classroom. After the bell rang, Fang Fang walked into the classroom wearing the trench coat, turned around and carefully locked the classroom door, glanced in my direction, and then shyly walked to the podium to begin the lesson.

"Um...everyone, take out...take out the test papers from last class, let's continue..." Fang Fang nervously flipped through the textbook on the lectern, her voice weak, "Where did we leave off last time?"

"In-class reading," several good students immediately chimed in.

Fang Fang picked up a test paper and said, "Oh, right, let's continue..."

About five minutes later, Fang Fang quietly unbuttoned her trench coat, leaving a small opening. Holding a textbook in one hand and protecting the coat's hem with the other, she continued lecturing as she slowly walked towards me.

When she reached me, she looked at me pitifully, her eyes full of timidity. Although she had spoken confidently at home, she still didn't dare to actually do it in the classroom.

I glared at her sharply and domineeringly, reiterating my command with my eyes. In the end, my angry glare scared away Fang Fang's shame. She obediently walked back to the podium, carefully took off her trench coat, and then stood behind the lectern, using her textbook to cover her chest.

At this moment, the classroom was completely silent; everyone stared at Fang Fang in astonishment. No one expected that their revered, sacred, inviolable, and breathtakingly beautiful goddess teacher would suddenly appear before them in such an extremely blatantly lewd outfit, catching everyone off guard and leaving them no time to hide their lewd expressions and erections.

I glared at her again, and Fang Fang obediently put down her textbook, shuffling out from behind the teacher's desk, completely exposing herself in her lewd attire to the entire class.

The fair skin peeking through the red mesh was like countless flashlights, dazzling and blinding, making it impossible to look directly at her, yet impossible to look away.

Her two large, firm, snow-white breasts appeared even more sensual under the mesh, like two large white balls about to burst; while the star-shaped nipple covers perfectly suppressed the feeling of bursting, endlessly enveloping her sensuality in her large breasts, leaving an unforgettable impression.

This is the "concealment technique" in classical Chinese architecture; the expectation of "concealment" leads to the satisfaction of "reflection." This is also the charm of a bodysuit.

Further down, her beautifully shaped waist, flat stomach, and tiny navel were clearly visible, her black thong blatantly exposed, stealing the spotlight.

Everyone in the classroom was stunned by Fang Fang's attire. Her pretty face flushed crimson, her body trembled violently, and her voice trembled as she lectured, even becoming somewhat incoherent and rambling.

However, no one cared what Fang Fang was saying anymore; sight had already taken over their senses, and all eyes were on her. The boys' gazes were uniformly excited; the girls' gazes were complex, containing shock, astonishment, envy, jealousy, and of course, excitement.

After standing there for a while, Fang Fang nervously glanced at me, and I gave her a slight nod. Fang Fang immediately understood, turned to face the blackboard and began copying the notes, presenting her beautiful back and large, shapely buttocks to everyone.

The sight of her bare buttocks, clad only in a thong, nearly made the boys' third eyes activate. Two eyes simply weren't enough; no one had expected their revered goddess teacher to so openly expose her buttocks. The stimulation was too intense. No one dared to breathe heavily, and no one had the energy to whisper or comment. Everyone was desperately watching Fang Fang's body, using every memory cell at full power to record this rare spectacle.

For Fang Fang, turning her back to everyone somewhat alleviated her nervousness.

After finishing her blackboard writing, Fang Fang gradually adapted to her new attire. She picked up her textbook, stepped down from the podium, and slowly walked through every aisle in the classroom. Her trembling breasts and buttocks aroused everyone's sex hormones, and the fragrance of magnolias permeated every corner.

Everyone was incredibly excited during the class, but this was just the beginning. I had already planned to have Fang Fang teach in her revealing attire frequently from that day until the holidays. This was a graduation gift for everyone, to make our time as classmates worthwhile. I hoped they would always remember me, the unsung hero, who had silently lit the light of Saint Suka for them.

************

From that day on, Fang Fang often taught in this outfit, not every day—that would definitely cause trouble. Occasionally, I would have her dress normally to calm everyone down.

Later, I contacted an arts and crafts factory to make three commemorative medals made of medical-grade steel according to my design.

Two weeks later, the medals were finished. Two of them were black five-pointed stars, the same size as Fang Fang's areolas, with the words "Adulterous Woman" engraved in red artistic lettering in the center, and a very thin paperclip on the back.

The distance between the paperclip and the commemorative medal was made strictly according to my specifications: the distance from the nipple ring hole on Fang Fang's nipple to the very tip of her nipple, with an extra two millimeters of space. This way, after removing Fang Fang's nipple ring, the commemorative medal could be threaded through the small hole on her nipple and securely fastened.

The five points of the star also had a slight backward curve, allowing it to fit perfectly against her areola, making it look more natural and fitting. The gaps between the five points also revealed part of her pink areola, making it appear more sensual.

The remaining commemorative medal was clipped to her clitoris. This medal was a slender oval, entirely made of black openwork mesh, curved to follow the lines of Fang Fang's vulva. Its width was no more than a finger's width, and its length was the distance from the very tip of Fang Fang's vulva to her clitoris. Chapter 29 of 02-08

: The Shop Manager's Recommendation (xtzz29) - The Beautiful Big-Breasted Perverted Female Teacher's Lewd Instruction ~ Fang Fang Yumengzi

has a circular ring on her clitoris, allowing it to protrude. A thin needle without a point is attached to the ring, which can be used to attach a commemorative badge to her clitoris.

Fang Fang's pubic hair has always been kept clean by me, so after wearing the badge, it just barely covers the exposed part of her vulva. Of course, it only covers that tiny bit of vulva; her vagina is exposed whenever she squats down slightly.

I put the three badges on her three points. After putting them on, I was shocked, and Fang Fang herself was shocked too. She glanced at herself in the mirror, then immediately screamed, covered her face, and ran towards the bedroom. Halfway there, she seemed to realize she shouldn't have done that, so she turned back and stood shyly before me, hands behind her back, looking at me bashfully, awaiting my admiration and reprimand. Her fair face was already flushed red with embarrassment.

I looked at Fang Fang with excitement, the more I looked, the more my desire burned. Her naked body, with only three points covered, her fiery figure, her shy face—this lewd outfit was simply too beautiful! So beautiful that I didn't even dare touch her, afraid of disrupting the balance of this perfect space.

I used to think that "perfection" was the pinnacle, something that could never be surpassed. But now, Fang Fang completely overturned this theory. She used her body to prove to me that perfection can be constantly surpassed, that perfection is endless and will never end.

When class resumed, I had Fang Fang change into that black bodysuit and wear the three commemorative badges, continuing her lewd attire for class.

Needless to say, the effect was even more explosive this time. Everyone could see not only her areolas but also her entire buttocks. Moreover, when Fang Fang stood on the podium with her long legs, the students sitting in the first row could vaguely see her vulva.

However, there were more girls than boys in our class, and they were all diligent and honest students. Even if their penises were hard, they wouldn't dare to do anything to Fang Fang, so although Fang Fang was very sexy, she was also very safe.

********** ...

(St. Suka High School went on holiday at the end of May, letting students go home to study for the college entrance exam in July. Yes, July, the infamous "Black July" of that year, a month that determined a person's fate.)

That means tomorrow is Fang Fang's last class with us. On such an important day, shouldn't I prepare a new, sexy outfit for her, leaving the whole class with a wonderful memory?

What kind of outfit should I get? A bikini? Just a bodysuit with all her breasts exposed? Neither seems quite right. I want something sexier, more creative, and more unique.

Just as I was racking my brains, Fang Fang gently pulled the sheet over us. The sheet created a small breeze, lifting a few strands of Fang Fang's hair and brushing them against my lips.

I gently pursed my lips, and Fang Fang, thinking I was thirsty, got up to get a water glass. The thin sheet caught on her nipple as she stood up, and I suddenly had an idea.

So, I first found a thin dress for Fang Fang to wear, marking her nipples and areolas. Then I had her cut off the entire dress above her areolas and below her buttocks, and sewed the edges back on, turning it into a super low-cut, super short dress. It looked like a cylinder made of a piece of fabric.

Next, I had her sew two small loops inside the dress to cover her nipples. And that completed this latest style of erotic dress. To wear it, she simply slipped the dress on and attached the two small loops to her nipples.

After Fang Fang finished the dress as I instructed, she immediately put it on for me to admire. The dress was undeniably sexy; it barely covered her areolas at the top and her buttocks at the bottom, revealing almost her entire slender legs, with the top of her thighs faintly visible. Her two nipples were clearly erect, and everything above them was exposed, revealing a deep, alluring cleavage.

However, because the dress had no shoulder straps and the fabric wasn't tight-fitting, just close-fitting, the entire dress was held up by her two nipples. If her nipples softened or her breasts jiggled, it might fall down.

After admiring Fang Fang a few times, I asked her to walk a few steps so I could see. As it turned out, the dress fell down after only two steps.

It seemed that using thin thread wasn't working. As for other methods, I could sew a pair of small hooks into the dress and then put nipple rings on Fang Fang, hooking the hooks onto the rings. That would work. But that would be somewhat dangerous, and I didn't want to hurt Fang Fang.

Finally, I came up with another idea. I had Fang Fang remove the thread, and I sewed two small, round elastic bands into the dress. These elastic bands were about the same size as Fang Fang's nipples. After sewing them on, I simply put the elastic bands over her nipples. This way, the entire dress was securely attached to Fang Fang's nipples, and it wouldn't fall down no matter how much her breasts jiggled.

As she walked, her skirt would sway violently with the movement of her breasts, and her bare vulva and plump buttocks would be glimpsed intermittently with every gesture.

I then had Fang Fang cut a large slit on each side of the skirt, and cut two large triangular pieces of fabric from the hem towards the waist, exposing her buttocks and sides.

Finally, I trimmed the buttocks and back, and only then was the skirt completely satisfactory. However, it could no longer be called a skirt; it had become a true lewd garment.

Fang Fang, wearing this lewd dress, swayed her hips and twirled in front of me a few times, smiling sweetly, "Tao, do you like it?"

I nodded with great satisfaction and said, "Hmm, this is perfect for you, Teacher. Only you can bring out the essence of this dress. Teacher, dare you wear it to class tomorrow?"

Fang Fang nodded and said sweetly, "Of course I dare! As long as you like it, I dare to do anything."

"Haha, Teacher is so lewd, I'll reward you properly." I grabbed her waist, threw her onto the bed, and then pounced on her, groping her all over.

"Ah...hehe..." Fang Fang hugged my neck and giggled, "Tao, be gentle...ah...don't tear my...um...skirt...hehe..."

I lifted her jade legs and licked her jade feet, saying, "If you tear it, you'll be naked in class, let everyone see your slutty look."

Fang Fang closed her eyes, raised her head, and moaned, "Ah...um...naked...I want everyone...ah ah ah...to see...my naked body...ah ah...I want to tell everyone...I am...ah ah...Xue Tao's sex slave ...ah ah...Tao..." I held Fang Fang's jade legs

and changed positions with her until late at night... ********** ... Everyone had figured out the pattern: whenever Fang Fang wore a trench coat, it meant she was going to teach a lesson in erotic attire. Everyone knew today was the last day and hoped Fang Fang would put on one last outstanding performance, leaving them with wonderful memories of St. Souka. So before class, they moved the lectern away, placing it in a corner of the classroom to avoid obstructing the view. Now, the girls in the class also enjoyed looking at Fang Fang's body; their eyes were no longer filled with jealousy and shyness, but with appreciation and admiration for her beauty. "Alright, students," Fang Fang smiled sweetly at everyone, "Today is your last day at St. Souka Middle School, and also our last class. Please cherish it. I hope St. Souka will not give you heavy academic burdens and pressure, but rather happiness and youth that you will always cherish. Okay, let's begin class now." After speaking, Fang Fang slowly took off her trench coat, revealing the erotic skirt protruding from her nipples. This time, I didn't make her wear a collar, minimizing her clothing and emphasizing her erotic attire. Fang Fang placed her trench coat on the corner of the lectern, her enormous breasts heaving violently as she stepped down, her erotic dress swaying up and down, her snow-white buttocks peeking out. As she put her coat down and turned to walk back onto the lectern, her large, beautiful buttocks were fully revealed with her stride. Everyone's eyes and penises were wide open; any girl with a penis would be. Clearly, everyone was extremely satisfied with Fang Fang's outfit today, to the point of being moved. I think this scene will probably keep these guys masturbating for a lifetime. Perhaps years later, they'll understand that goddesses can transform into various forms to save the world, and even for the poor and pathetic, a goddess will descend to earth for you, letting you masturbate. Fang Fang shyly winked at me, bent her arms forward, gently clasped her hands together, and gracefully stood on the lectern to begin her lecture. "Yesterday we finished reviewing all the texts, and we also went over the extracurricular readings with you all. So today, in this last class, I'll be talking about the college entrance exam essay." As Fang Fang spoke, her large breasts trembled occasionally, causing her skirt to sway, making her look incredibly sexy. "The essay is the highest-scoring question in all the exams, and it's also the most important one. If you do well, you can easily get sixty points; if you don't do well, you'll easily fall behind others by twenty points, or even more." Fang Fang was clearly used to the eager looks from everyone, and her voice was as charming and pleasant as ever. The classroom was exceptionally quiet; everyone was intently watching Fang Fang, and every word she said was firmly etched into their minds. "Your class is lucky; you've caught the most open era for college entrance exam essays. Before 1999, college entrance exam essays were all about expository and argumentative writing. The essays were divided into two parts: a 20-point expository essay and a 40-point argumentative essay. Poetry, novels, and drama were strictly prohibited, greatly stifling students' creativity and turning most exam papers into identical, formulaic essays… Ah…" A gust of wind blew in from the window, lifting Fang Fang's hair and skirt. Her smooth, beautiful vulva was exposed without any cover, and everyone's pupils dilated instantly. With a "gulp," everyone swallowed hard. Fang Fang screamed in fright from the sudden gust, hurriedly pressing her skirt down with both hands. She composed herself, glanced at me cautiously, then tidied her hair and stepped down from the podium to continue the lecture. "Until 1999, the college entrance exam essay underwent a new reform. What was the exam topic that year? Hmm?" Fang Fang gently raised a delicate hand, smiling at everyone. "What if memories could be transplanted?" Several students immediately shouted out in unison. "That's right!" Fang Fang clenched her hand, gently tapping it against her other hand, and smiled sweetly, "It's 'What if memories could be transplanted.' This topic is novel and unique, breaking away from the rigid and conservative format of the past and bringing open-ended essay topics. That year's topic also specifically encouraged candidates to imagine boldly and to create stories, without having to be confined to argumentative essays. It was from this year that a large number of excellent full-mark essays emerged." As Fang Fang spoke, she slowly walked down the aisle of the classroom, her buttocks and mons pubis occasionally exposed with her steps, allowing the students on both sides of the aisle to see her up close in high definition. However, the boys were still too innocent, only daring to peek sideways, while the girls were much bolder, directly setting their fiery gazes on Fang Fang's private parts, not even bothering to hide the lewd expressions on their faces. "From then on, the college entrance examination essay became an era of topic-based essays. For example, the year before last's 'The Answer is Diverse' and last year's 'Integrity' were both topic-based essays. So what will this year's essay be?" Fang Fang raised a delicate pink finger and lightly tapped it in the air, saying, "It will definitely still be a topic-based essay, and the title will most likely be related to morality. In 1999 and 2000, the country advocated divergent and innovative thinking to avoid students achieving high scores but lacking practical skills. Once innovative thinking is widely accepted, the next step should be to discuss social morality. So last year's topic was 'Integrity,' and this year it may evolve into a more direct analysis of morality, a choice between morality and personal interests." After Fang Fang finished speaking, she turned and walked to the podium. Her fair and plump buttocks were fully exposed once again the moment she stepped forward, and the classroom erupted in swallowing sounds again. Fang Fang picked up the chalk and wrote the four characters "Moral Choice" on the blackboard. A whiff of lust blew in again, lifting Fang Fang's skirt.

This time, Fang Fang remained calm, continuing to write without even turning her head, letting her large, beautiful buttocks be exposed to everyone's eyes. Her bouncy flesh jiggled alluringly with the "slap-slap" of the chalk, leaving everyone stunned; this breathtaking scene was like a dream.

After writing a few more lines, Fang Fang turned and gently pressed down her skirt, continuing, "'Moral Choice' might be this year's essay topic, or it might change slightly. That's alright. The advantage of topic-based essays is that they allow fiction writing. As long as your story is related to the exam topic, and the content is compelling enough, you can get high marks or even full marks."

Fang Fang paused, then bent down and moved a chair from under the podium. Her deep cleavage was fully revealed as she bent over, and her pink areolas and the small rubber bands on her nipples were faintly visible.

Fang Fang pulled her skirt and sat down on the chair, most of her enormous, beautiful buttocks protruding from the skirt and directly touching the chair surface.

When everyone saw Fang Fang sit down facing them, their eyes became even more excited, all staring at the space between her legs. Fang Fang quickly pressed down her skirt and crossed her legs.

She tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and said, "If you want to get a high score, I don't recommend writing an argumentative essay. I suggest writing a short story, about 800 words. Argumentative essays are too difficult; it's easier to get a medium to high score, but getting a high score is difficult. More than half of last year's perfect score essays were short stories."

As she spoke, Fang Fang secretly glanced at me, and I glared at her slightly. Fang Fang immediately lowered her head in shame, slowly lowered her legs, and placed her feet on the crossbar under the chair, saying, "Look at the blackboard, everyone. 'The Death of Red Hare,' 'The Yellow River Needs Integrity,' 'The Revelation of Growing Up in University,' etc., these are all perfect score essays from last year that were based on short stories..." As she spoke,

Fang Fang quietly spread her legs, exposing her vulva to everyone. Exposing her vulva in public was a must-do performance that I proposed to Fang Fang last night.

"Some of these works are deeply moving, some are humorous and satirical, especially 'The Death of Red Hare,' which is set against the backdrop of the Three Kingdoms period and written in classical Chinese. It became the most famous essay in last year's college entrance examination."

Fang Fang's vulva was already wet, and the lustful fluid made her two snow-white, plump, tender flesh gleam with a lewd sheen. This scene made everyone more focused, and the temperature in the classroom obviously rose. I believe that even if the world outside were to end, no one would be distracted.

"So...so, I always encourage everyone to read more excellent short stories..." Because of the exposure of her vulva, Fang Fang's pretty face became more and more red, exceptionally charming, and her voice trembled with shyness.

"When you... remember... a thousand... um... novels..." Fang Fang continued, gently parting her vulva to reveal the pink flesh inside. "Then... when you, when you create your one thousand and first novel, you... you... ahh..."

A stunning jet of water gushed from Fang Fang's parted vulva, almost splashing onto the students sitting in the first row.

Unexpectedly, Fang Fang had an orgasm so easily—a pleasant surprise! The entire class was completely stunned. Although they didn't know what squirting was, this spectacle of vaginal discharge excited them immensely. In their eyes, even urinating was a beautiful sight for the goddess-like Fang Fang.

After spurting out the first jet of water, Fang Fang immediately closed her legs and tightly covered her face with her hands. After a while, she finally stood up unsteadily, picked up a stack of study materials from the lectern, and stammered, "These...these...are...the...high...high score...full marks...I'm giving them to you, you...take a look...look..."

Fang Fang hurriedly handed the materials to a few students in the first row, instructing them to distribute them. She then slowly walked to me, head bowed, hands at her sides, a look of guilt on her face. Her inner thighs were covered in vaginal fluid, droplets trickling down.

Fang Fang didn't dare look at me, obediently staring at her chest. I knew she was blaming herself for her earlier, embarrassing orgasm, since orgasm wasn't one of the commands I'd given.

Looking at Fang Fang's adorable, apprehensive expression, I felt a surge of satisfaction. I smiled at her and wrote "Good performance" on a piece of paper.

Fang Fang smiled with relief upon seeing my approval, turned, and gently rubbed her buttocks against me before continuing the lesson.

After Fangfang caught her breath standing beside me, she explained some points to pay attention to during the exam, and then the bell rang. Loud cheers erupted from the classrooms next door, and countless test papers and books flew out of the windows, like gamblers being arrested and frantically throwing money around.

Only our class remained quiet; no one moved, not even blinking. Everyone was busy memorizing Fangfang's body, not wanting to waste a single second. Everyone knew that once they left this classroom today, they would never have the chance to see her again. Every second they could see her now was precious. Compared to that, what did freedom and relief matter? If they could have classes like this every day, they would gladly repeat a grade forever.

Fang Fang walked to the center of the podium, gently licked her lips, and smiled, "Alright, students, high school is over. Now it's time for you all to show your talents. What kind of experience have twelve years of hard work given you?

The college entrance exam is your arena to demonstrate your abilities. Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. This is the best opportunity to make a name for yourself. Even if you fail, you can try again. There's no such thing as dying in battle, so go ahead and fight boldly. The next era belongs to you. You must master it with style, understand?"

"Understood!" everyone answered in unison.

"Very good." Fang Fang turned around and picked up a piece of chalk from the ground. In the instant she bent over, her snow-white, beautiful buttocks bloomed again, her pink anus and vulva blossoming together, complementing each other, leaving an indelible mark on our early summer of nineteen.

Fang Fang wrote the two big characters "Go for it!" on the blackboard, then turned around, lightly stomped her foot, her breasts jiggle three times, and waved her pink fist: "Go for it, everyone!"

"Yes! Go for it! Go for it!" A chorus of responses immediately rang out from below the podium.

"Teacher Fang, let's throw away our books too. Look, all the other classes have," a student suggested.

Fang Fang smiled and shook her head, saying, "In the sea of knowledge, only slaves use books as shackles, while in the eyes of a king, books are his sword. Have you ever seen a king throw away his sword? Tell me loudly, are you kings or slaves?"

"Kings! We are kings!" Another wave of shouts erupted.

"Very good, you are the pride of your teacher. Go forth, kings!" Fang Fang smiled and clapped, and everyone clapped along.

That day, our classroom was the cleanest; there wasn't even a scrap of paper on the floor. After the graduation ceremony in the afternoon, everyone took their belongings home and said a reluctant goodbye to Fang Fang.

I had wanted to make love with Fang Fang in the classroom, but the cleaning staff came quickly, so it was impossible. I had no choice but to take Fang Fang home. For me, it was like a holiday now; I just needed to slack off on the college entrance exam. For the next three months, I was busy making love with Fang Fang every single day, just like when I was with Aunt Jian. We were inseparable, day and night, practically conjoined twins. Fang Fang was like a jar of fine

wine buried for hundreds of years, the more you tasted it, the more mellow it became, the more flavorful it was, the more addictive it was. Every time I had sex with her, I became even more obsessed with her. Whenever I saw her naked body, I would be overcome with lust. Sometimes, I would hold her beautiful body and lick her with satisfaction all day long, carefully licking every inch of her skin over and over again. Sometimes, I could savor her enchanting feet for more than two hours without getting tired of them.

Fangfang's body even had aphrodisiac effects. Although I indulged in sex with her every day, I felt no discomfort or fatigue. Instead, I developed some muscle, especially in my abdomen, where I even developed eight-pack abs—all from the sex.

My libido was also constantly high. Every day, a large amount of semen was trapped in my testicles, causing discomfort if I didn't ejaculate. Holding it in for too long made me unbearably sexually aroused, even to the point of wanting to die. What a normal person takes three days to fill with semen, I felt like I could do in just three hours.

My penis was also thoroughly honed during this period. Its hardness and stamina both fascinated and frightened Fangfang. It would instantly become erect and stand straight up at the slightest stimulation.

In addition, my appetite increased significantly, even more so than during my period of madness. I craved meat, especially pork and beef. Fangfang would buy several kilograms of meat every day, wash and chop it up, boil it in water, and I would finish it all by myself with a large bowl of minced garlic. There was also rich bone broth; I could drink a whole pot of it by myself.

Fang Fang once flattered me, calling me a chivalrous hero of Yan and Zhao, a true hero of Northeast China. I think Fang Fang exaggerated a bit. Most chivalrous heroes of Yan and Zhao died tragically, while I am the invincible, unyielding god of the East, not someone who can be praised with just a mere "hero."

************

Time passed slowly, and after this three-month honeymoon, I prepared to go to university in Beijing. My father used his connections to get me into a prestigious university in Beijing, studying finance.

This meant I would have to separate from Fang Fang, but it was the path I chose, and I didn't regret it.

Why did I go to university in Beijing? Although I was reluctant to leave Fang Fang, and Fang Fang was reluctant to leave me, a good man's ambition lies in all directions. I, a dignified eight-foot-tall man, didn't want to spend my whole life in Northeast China. I wanted to go to a wider world and fuck a wider cunt!

After years of growth, I've forged ahead through thorns and countless trials. I am no longer the impetuous youth obsessed with sex. I have my ideals, my beliefs, my responsibilities, and my mission. The

youthful passion has transformed into today's unwavering resolve. The land of China awaits a momentous transformation. I clearly hear the groans of 400 million wives groaning under the iron heel of morality and ethics. Those groans are too painful for me to ignore. I must save them, liberate those wives exploited and oppressed by conscience and humanity, lead them to adultery, let them experience the pleasure of infidelity, and let the light of depravity and promiscuity spread throughout the land.

This is my sacred and inviolable duty. Heaven has endowed me with powerful sexual abilities, and I must fulfill my sexual responsibility, benefiting all other men's wives.

Yes, with greater sexual power comes greater sexual responsibility. This is the choice of the times, and I cannot escape it. Pure filth must never be tainted by filthy purity!

On

the day I left, Fangfang got up early to help me pack my luggage and saw me off at the train station. On the train, Fangfang cleaned my bed and took out a bag of fruit from her bag for me to eat on the way. Then she told me to take good care of myself and that she would wait for me to come back.

I also told her that she could wear a bra and panties while I was away, and that she should continue to wear her nipple and pubic rings every day, and that I could leave her pubic hair until I returned to shave it.

A little while later, the train departure bell rang, and tears welled up in Fangfang's eyes. However, she held back her tears. Her lips moved, but in the end, she didn't say anything, only gently kissed my cheek, and then hurriedly got off the train.

The train slowly started moving, and Fangfang stood outside the window waving to me continuously. I saw her tears finally fall. As the train drove further and further away, Fangfang still stood there waving. I thought she would chase after the train, but it seems reality is reality, not as sentimental as in novels.

I smiled as I looked out the window, and just as I was about to look away, Fang Fang suddenly covered her face and knelt on the ground, seemingly crying. Then she quickly got up and started chasing the train, grabbing her shirt collar as she ran and tearing it open like Superman transforming.

But what was revealed inside the shirt wasn't a Superman costume, but her two large, alluring breasts, the nipple rings reflecting the bright sunlight.

Fang Fang pulled her large breasts out of her shirt, holding them high in her hands, and continued running. Her face was covered in tears, and she was shouting something to me, but her voice was too far away to hear.

Suddenly, she tripped and fell to the ground, quickly being left far behind by the accelerating train, becoming a tiny dot in the window.

I never expected Fang Fang to see me off in this way; there were still many people on the platform. It seems Fang Fang has truly grown up. She no longer cares about others' opinions and has completely become a true sex slave...

Chapter 30 The King of Pretending to Be a

Master of Seduction: The original intention of seduction is to make love and sex fulfilling, so that society is harmonious and everyone has a wife; unfortunately, human nature is lustful, exhausting sperm, cleverly acquiring large breasts, turning paradise into a den of debauchery, with endless debauchery and utter debauchery, countless men losing their families, wives, and penises, and the winners losing their conscience and humanity. In my decades of experience in the game of love, I have never seen a true love saint . Sex wolves should know that this is a battlefield where there are no winners . The only way to win is to return to one's former life !

********** ... I was all alone in the sleeper berth, with no one to talk to. None of the female train attendants were particularly pretty. My erection was painfully hard, but I could only endure it. There wasn't much scenery outside the window either. I should have just flown. After a half-asleep nap, the train finally arrived in Beijing. I followed the crowd out of the train station, looking up at the gray sky. I had finally arrived in Beijing, this metropolis that gathers beauties from all over the country. I took a deep breath. Ah, no wonder it's the capital; the air was filled with the smell of concrete. Beijing is definitely not a place for just anyone; you shouldn't come if you don't have strong lungs. Soon, I found the upperclassmen sent by the school to pick up the new students. After arriving at the school by school bus, I discovered that our school was in the suburbs, surrounded by vast fields and overgrown weeds. I felt a pang of disappointment. The upperclassman next to me told me that although it was desolate now, it might become a bustling area in the future, and there were many small woods around, perfect for romance. After completing all the formalities with the senior student, I entered my dorm room, a four-person air-conditioned room, the most expensive in the entire school. The other three roommates were already there, and they warmly helped me make my bed. When I opened my luggage, I found a long lock of hair wrapped in a cloth strip. I guessed Fang Fang had secretly cut off a lock of her own hair and put it in for me as a keepsake. After everything was settled, the four of us introduced ourselves. The other three were named Wang Xiao, Tie Muchen, and Ma Hujian. Except for Wang Xiao, who was a local from Beijing, the other three of us were from out of town. After getting to know each other, the four of us sat together and chatted about everything under the sun. I grew up in a dormitory environment, so I knew the rules. When a few vibrant young people get together, the topics they talk about are nothing more than games, women, and the underworld. And the first thing everyone does when they first meet is pretend to be a gangster. They all boasted about their heroic past, making up stories for themselves, fabricating characters and plots, and recounting their gangster experiences during high school. This behavior was common among many post-80s kids, colloquially known as "showing off." If one person in each dormitory took the lead in showing off, many others would follow suit, feeling uneasy if they didn't. Ordinary people couldn't get a word in edgewise.

This time, even in Beijing, we couldn't escape this bad habit. After a few casual words, Wang Xiao pulled out a pack of Zhongnanhai cigarettes and handed one to each of us.

Then, Wang Xiao took out a cheap lighter to light his own cigarette, Tie Muchen took out a box of matches, and although I smoke, I don't smoke much and didn't have a lighter with me. Ma Hujian sat down next to me and handed me a disposable lighter. After I lit my cigarette, I lit his too.

Then, Wang Xiao, looking weary, began to tell us his self-indulgent biography. I sighed silently. I really don't understand what these pretentious kids are thinking. Is bragging really that interesting? We'll all be living under the same roof for at most two months. We'll all know each other's character and capabilities perfectly well. Why bother? Aren't they afraid of being laughed at?

Wang Xiao is a very unattractive man, of medium height, dark and thin, with a sallow complexion—he looks exactly like the sick man described by Lu Xun. However, his profile bears a resemblance to Bi Fujian, giving him a somewhat respectable appearance. Overall, though, his image is still a disgrace to Beijing men.

But then again, Wang Xiao truly inherited the talkative and witty nature of Beijingers; his eloquence is superb, and when used for boasting, it's hilariously entertaining.

He immediately started by saying that he used to move between the legal and illegal worlds, having connections from the State Council down to the neighborhood committee. He claimed to know a full phone book of contacts in the domestic underworld, mostly childhood friends and close confidants; and internationally, he'd met a Mafia godfather to the north, a Golden Triangle drug lord to the south, Bin Laden to the west, and the leader of some Japanese gang to the east.

Then he went on to say that as a child, he visited a small town in Northwest China with two flagpoles, where an old man taught him a sword technique called "Kansai Muki." Later, he mistakenly joined the underworld, using this technique to kill countless people, becoming a local hero.

He even had two kitchen knives specially forged from high-quality black iron, one named "Great Xia Dragon Sparrow" and the other "Ancestor of Miao Knives." Why kitchen knives? Because kitchen knives are short knives, and short knives are quick to draw; in a duel between experts, it's all about that fraction of a second of speed.

He started killing people on the streets at the age of 13, and at 16, he established his own organization, the "China Universal Celebration Killing Association," or "Universal Killing Association" for short, with the motto: "Support the Party, Destroy the Underworld." That same year, Wang Xiao had a cordial meeting with a high-ranking government official on a two-person boat in Beihai Park. The two reached an agreement on protection and protection fees, effectively maintaining the friendship between the underworld and the government, and making an outstanding contribution to the construction and development of Chinese organized crime.

After the meeting, the two sides signed the Treaty of Beihai. The treaty stipulated that the government would lease Xidan in Beijing to the Pukan Society, open the Forbidden City, Zhongnanhai, Tiananmen Square, the Great Hall of the People, and Diaoyutai State Guesthouse as treaty ports, and pay the Pukan Society a monthly tribute. This tribute included: fifty watermelon knives, one hundred pieces of tattoo paper, one hundred bottles of Red Star Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), three hundred donkey rolls (a type of glutinous rice cake), five hundred strings of candied hawthorns, and one thousand sour tricolor fruits.

The high-ranking official also carefully selected a stunningly beautiful woman, named her "Princess Yating," and presented her to Wang Xiao as a marriage alliance.

(Note: The above is entirely Wang Xiao's boast and is purely fictional; please do not take it seriously.)

Wang Xiao then added a love story, saying that Princess Yating was moved by his heroic spirit and fell deeply in love with him. Every day when Wang Xiao went out to kill people, Princess Yating would kneel before the statue of Guan Yu and pray for him.

Later, Princess Yating was kidnapped by Wang Xiao's enemies. Wang Xiao rode his black iron bicycle, named "Wuzhui," alone to the meeting, only to find his enemies had laid a trap, ambushing him from all sides. Hundreds of men rushed out to kill him, taking Princess Yating hostage and threatening him to surrender.

To avoid becoming a burden to Wang Xiao, Princess Yating committed suicide in public. Enraged, Wang Xiao charged into the crowd, charging in and out seven times, killing two hundred men with a single blow, finally retrieving Princess Yating's body. He

then raced a thousand miles, pursuing his enemies, who fled while having their henchmen cover their retreat. Wang Xiao fought his way through five alleys, killing six burly men and several of his own, until he finally reached his enemies' lair.

At this moment, several hundred burly men emerged from the enemy's lair, each riding a high-seat bicycle, wielding machetes, clubs, and spring locks. Wang Xiao, exhausted and weary, had chipped blades on both of his black iron swords, and his bicycle tires were flat. Faced with such a formidable foe, what could Wang Xiao do?

Haha! What a fine Wang Xiao! In this critical moment, he remained calm and fearless. With a flash of his blade, his eyes blazing with divine might, his jaws agape, he roared, "Fuck you! I am Wang Xiao of Xinjiekou, the Man-Cutting Owl! Who dares challenge me to a duel!"

His voice boomed like thunder, his momentum like lightning, his aura as powerful as a tiger's. The hundreds of enemy soldiers were terrified, their livers and gallbladders bursting, and they scrambled to their deaths on the ground. Taking advantage of the

situation, Wang Xiao stormed into his enemy's courtyard. The gate was wide open, and his enemy sat calmly in the yard playing an electronic keyboard. Two Pekingese dogs beside him, oblivious to his surroundings, stuck out their tongues, while sparrows frolicked in front of the gate.

Wang Xiao listened quietly to the music, not daring to rush in. The music was steady, melodious, and orderly. Wang Xiao softly sang along to the rhythm: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..."

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard, and a poplar leaf landed on the keys, immediately disrupting the music and causing a moment of confusion for the player.

Wang Xiao seized the opportunity. In a flash, he swiftly threw both of his swords, piercing his enemy's ribs simultaneously, killing him instantly.

The music stopped, the wind died down, and a torrential rain began to fall, washing away the bloodstains covering Wang Xiao's body. Wang Xiao gently lifted Princess Yating's body and deeply kissed her cold, fragrant lips... Then he stripped Princess Yating naked and inserted his hard penis into her stiff vagina... (Heavy content, not allowed by the rules, 3,000 words deleted here, please forgive me.)

After cremating Princess Yating, Wang Xiao finally had a profound realization, weary of the bloodshed and turmoil of the underworld, and retired from the criminal world. His two treasured swords were forever sunk into Shichahai Lake.

The high-ranking official who colluded with Wang Xiao was later found guilty of embezzlement and bribery and received due legal punishment. Beijing returned to its former peace...

We were all dumbfounded by Wang Xiao's story. I've seen people boast, but I've never seen anyone boast to such an epic degree. Amazing! Wang Xiao's ancestors must have been storytellers. Even though we knew it was all fake, this epic boast was still undeniably impressive.

The room reeked of spittle and saliva, but Wang Xiao wasn't finished with his boast. He exhaled a smoke ring and continued, saying that after retiring from public life, he became a womanizer after the death of his beloved wife, indulging in numerous affairs. He inadvertently gained notoriety in the dating scene, earning the nickname "Zer the Flyer." Ultimately, to escape his romantic entanglements, he chose to go to university.

After Wang Xiao finished his spiel, none of us dared to chime in. He had gone too far; we couldn't compare. "I'm not going to brag anymore," I said. "This is Beijing; the sacred aura of Northeasterners automatically adds an awesome buff to my reputation."

After a moment of silence, Tie Muchen stood up, ready to continue. Tie Muchen was from Inner Mongolia. Although his name sounded nice, he was rather unattractive—short, thin, and with a pale complexion. His appearance was a complete disgrace to his name, but standing next to Wang Xiao, they looked like brothers.

Seeing that Tie Muchen had gotten up, Wang Xiao handed each of us a cigarette, preparing to listen to Tie Muchen's boasting. I don't have a strong nicotine addiction, so I took the cigarette and put it on the table.

Tie Muchen cleared his throat and began to tell his legendary tales. He said he was incredibly brave back in his hometown, lassoing horses bare-chested, capturing sheep with his bare hands, and even defeating a Mongolian wrestler at the Naadam Festival. Then he went on to say that the gangsters there used Mongolian knives to kill people, and some people even handled guns.

Tie Muchen's boasting was making us drowsy, and I couldn't bear to listen anymore. He had completely disgraced the people of Inner Mongolia; boasting isn't something anyone can fake, and if done poorly, it can backfire.

Tie Muchen noticed everyone's low spirits and decided to demonstrate authentic Mongolian wrestling, recreating his heroic performance at the Naadam Festival.

His gaze swept over the three of us before settling on me. He beckoned me with his finger and said, "Xue Tao, come on, let's spar."

Wang Xiao's boasting had been too arrogant for Tie Muchen to handle; Ma Hujian, though silent, possessed a formidable aura, exuding a powerful, elder-brotherly authority that Tie Muchen hesitated to challenge; as for me, although tall and from Northeast China, my appearance was that of a delicate, pale-faced young man, making me the most suitable sparring partner among the three.

I smiled at Tie Muchen, picked up a cigarette from the table, had Ma Hujian light it for me, took a puff, gently placed it on the corner of the table, then stood up, stretched, and accepted Tie Muchen's challenge.

Although Ma Qi never taught me wrestling, I'd been thrown to the ground by her countless times, and that experience had honed my skills. With Tie Muchen's small frame, skinny as a horse-head fiddle, I wasn't afraid of him at all.

After I entered the ring, Tie Muchen, shaking his legs, waved frantically at me, shouting, "Come, come, come, come, come, come, come!"

Looking at Tie Muchen's feet, I knew what to expect. His feet were unsteady, meaning he'd never really trained in wrestling and was easy to deal with.

I stood opposite him, lowered my stance, and established a defensive position. Tie Muchen laughed loudly, "Haha, you're striking a pretty professional pose, aren't you? Don't be nervous, I promise I'll handle you gently. Take this, Eagle Catches Chick..."

He lunged at me, and I quickly stepped forward, flicking my hand towards his face. Tie Muchen jerked his head back, and I seized the opportunity to grab his elbow and pull him backward. Tie Muchen immediately stumbled, then suddenly stopped, sidestepped, and tripped him in the shin. Grabbing his elbow with both hands, I slammed him down hard. Tie Muchen cried out "Ah!" and fell flat on his face.

I glanced at Tie Muchen, clapped my hands, returned to my seat, and picked up a cigarette from the table, which was barely lit.

Wang Xiao chuckled, "Hey, Taozi, you've got training, huh?"

I flicked the ash, took a drag, and said nothing. At this moment, I couldn't rush to speak; that's called "putting on airs," something all show-offs do.

At this moment, Tie Muchen slowly got up from the ground, one step at a time. He looked at everyone awkwardly, pointed at the paving stones, and said dejectedly, "This ground is too slippery."

No one paid him any attention. I slowly exhaled a smoke ring, trying my best to suppress my inner joy, and said lightly, "It's nothing. I grew up in the Greater Khingan Mountains when I was a kid, and I often fought with bears."

After saying that, I looked at Tie Muchen and said, "Old Tie, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, this ground is too slippery..." Tie Muchen quickly chuckled awkwardly.

Before Tie Muchen could finish speaking, I took another puff of my cigarette, turned to look at Wang Xiao, exhaled a smoke ring, and continued, "In middle school, even several Siberians were no match for me."

"Oh, you still have Siberians where you live?" Wang Xiao said.

"Yeah, Heilongjiang." I took another drag of my cigarette, stubbed it out, and said, "In the Northeast, the brothers in the underworld call me 'Xue the Axe of Northeast China.' Sigh, it's pointless. After so many years in the underworld, I've had my fill of it all. In the end, I'm always losing. It's better to live the life of an ordinary person."

Sigh, bragging is like a runaway horse; once you start, it goes off the rails. I didn't want to show off, but I couldn't resist.

"Yeah," Wang Xiao nodded in agreement, "There are never any real winners in the underworld. Look at me, I've killed so many people, and in the end, I still lost my wife. It's better to live a normal life."

Ma Hujian, sitting next to me, smiled and lit another cigarette. Tie Muchen had also sat down at some point, looking at us expectantly, picking up the cigarette butt he had just thrown away, and continuing to smoke.

Just as Wang Xiao and I were puffing away on cigarettes, discussing gangsters and the state of the underworld, a middle-aged, overweight man with glasses pushed open the door and walked in. He glanced at the four of us, then said with a smug smile, "Hey guys, wanna buy some 'black market' stuff?"

The three of us (me, Wang Xiao, and Tie Muchen) immediately perked up, straightening our backs and striking poses like former gangsters. Wang Xiao, putting on airs, said, "What kind? Let me see."

The overweight man immediately opened his backpack, pulled out a pair of Nike sneakers, and said to us, "Smuggled from America, eight hundred dollars a pair, want them?"

Our spirits plummeted. In our eyes, "black market" stuff, even if it wasn't drugs or weapons, should at least be counterfeit money or ecstasy. This fatso dared to call a few worn-out shoes "black market" stuff? Besides, these Nikes were obviously from a cheap brand, costing no more than eight dollars to produce. He was asking us for eight hundred? Did he think we were stupid? The style was still from the 90s; we wouldn't even take it for free.

Seeing we weren't interested, the middle-aged fat man sat down next to Tie Muchen and said slowly, "You'd better each buy a pair; it'll be good for you. Otherwise, I won't be selling them next time. You newbies don't quite understand the rules. Do you know Qiang Ge from the third-year physical education department? This batch of shoes is a welcome gift he prepared for you kids. If you don't give Qiang Ge face, these shoes will cost more than eight hundred."

The three of us immediately understood; we'd run into the school bully. Extorting money from freshmen, forcing them to buy—I never thought a prestigious university could be so thuggish.

My brain was a little oxygen-deprived. I looked at Wang Xiao, and Wang Xiao looked at me. We both understood each other's thoughts through our eyes. I hoped Wang Xiao would make a comeback and show off his reputation as the "Wang Family Man-Slaying Owl" again; while Wang Xiao hoped I could overpower the local bully and open a branch of the "Guandong Axe Xue" brand in Beijing.

In the end, we were both disappointed...

As for Tie Muchen, he was extremely uncomfortable, looking like he was about to lose control of his bladder and bowels. I didn't expect anything from him at all; I just hoped he wouldn't kneel down. If he did kneel... then Wang Xiao and I would inevitably kneel down too...

The air in the dormitory grew increasingly heavy. The middle-aged fat man smugly crossed his legs and sized us up. Sigh, it's over. The fake thug has met the real scoundrel. It seems we have no choice but to spend this eight hundred yuan. The money isn't much, but this loss of face is a huge blow. I suddenly felt a bit nauseous, dizzy, and had to pee. My legs were trembling. It's better to lose money than face.

"What do you guys think about it? You're not short of eight hundred yuan. From now on, Brother Qiang will protect you, and you can have some peace and quiet. The dorms next door have all bought theirs without hesitation. Can't you hurry up too?" the middle-aged fat man said impatiently.

Wang Xiao chuckled, offering me a cigarette, saying, "Hey, brother, have a smoke first. Let's talk this out. You must be tired from selling so much stuff, rest here for a bit." He then leaned over and lit a cigarette for me.

The middle-aged fat man puffed on his cigarette with satisfaction, saying, "You're from Beijing? Hmm, Beijing men know their stuff. Here's what we'll do, buddy, you start it. These guys are probably scared, you teach them a lesson."

Just as the fat man finished speaking, I suddenly saw a cigarette butt fly past me and hit him. The fat man immediately jumped up, brushed the cigarette butt off, and yelled at me, "What? Looking for death?"

"You fatso, you're the one looking for death, aren't you?" Ma Hujian, standing beside me, slowly stood up, took off his t-shirt, revealing a body covered in tattoos and several long scars.

The fat man involuntarily took a step back, his face losing its sharp features. Ma Hujian reached under his bed and pulled out a watermelon knife, walking over with a menacing look.

"Hey buddy, what do you want? Let's talk this over," the middle-aged fat man said with a smirk.

"Sit down, sit down and let's talk," Ma Hujian glared at him and continued to approach.

"Hehe, let's talk this out. What's your name, buddy?" The middle-aged fat man continued to back away.

"Let your Brother Qiang ask me, you fatso. Since Brother Qiang has prepared so many gifts for us, let's give him this knife as a return gift. Don't worry, it's a good knife. You can try it on for him if you don't believe me." The middle-aged fat man's retreat was now blocked by a desk. After Ma Hujian finished speaking, he grabbed his hand, pressed it onto the desk, raised his hand, and chopped down with the knife.

"Waaaaaah..." The blade slashed into the desk, only centimeters away from the middle-aged fat man's hand. The middle-aged fat man screamed "Waaaaah!" The three of us were so scared that we didn't dare to breathe or utter a sound.

Ma Hujian released the middle-aged fat man's hand and said with a look of contempt, "Get lost!"

The middle-aged fat man immediately grabbed his bag and ran away like the wind.

After the middle-aged fat man left, the three of us gradually came to our senses and surrounded Ma Hujian, praising his heroic act of single-handedly fighting the terrorists. We lauded him as a hidden talent and a kindred spirit.

Ma Hujian smiled and told us he wasn't a gangster. The tattoos were just a friend of his who studied art, done for him as a joke the day before, and hadn't been removed. The scars were from when he was a kid, sneaking into someone's yard and getting cut by broken glass on the wall. As for the watermelon knife, he bought it for self-defense.

He also told us he knew a few people from the physical education department who had never heard of this "Brother Qiang," but they had heard that every year someone would pretend to be a gangster to scare freshmen.

At this point, the three of us suddenly understood. It turned out that the middle-aged fat man was our kindred spirit, just like us, a show-off. It's just that he had more experience than us, which intimidated us. Thinking about our performance just now, it was truly embarrassing. We'd been showing off our whole lives, only to be scared out of our wits by our own.

We lost interest in talking about the underworld after that, chatted about other things, and then strolled around campus together, buying some daily necessities.

After lights out, we talked for a while longer before going to sleep. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. You see, my home is in Daowai District, which is in the East Ninth Time Zone, while Beijing is in the East Eighth Time Zone. My jet lag hadn't adjusted yet, so I couldn't sleep. At times like this, I suddenly missed Fang Fang terribly. For the past year, I'd cuddled with Fang Fang almost every night to fall asleep. Now, lying alone on my small wooden bed, how could I possibly sleep?

Fang Fang's nude photos and underwear were all at home; I hadn't brought them with me. Now, all I had was a lock of her hair, and I couldn't even enjoy her scent.

I thought for a moment, then took out my phone and went to the dormitory balcony to call Fang Fang. We exchanged a lot of sweet nothings and poured out our endless longing on the phone. I had never missed a living person like this before; distance truly does breed longing.

After hanging up, Ma Hujian went onto the balcony. I looked at him and said, "You're not asleep either?"

Ma Hujian nodded and said, "Yeah, you just called your girlfriend?"

I laughed and said, "Sort of."

Ma Hujian laughed too, "Can't sleep without a woman to hold?"

I said, "Yeah, even though it's hot to sleep with a woman in my arms today, I really want to feel that heat again."

Ma Hujian said, "Haha, no chance tonight, I'll go pick up girls tomorrow, there are plenty of beauties in this school. Hey, do you drink?"

I said, "Oh? You have alcohol?"

"Yes, I bought some yesterday." Ma Hujian turned around and went into the dormitory to get a few cans of beer and came back.

We drank and compared our skills in picking up girls, and before we knew it, we were chatting late into the night. I greatly admired Ma Hujian's insights into picking up girls; he had his own philosophy and ideas about sex.

He himself was also a top-notch womanizer, and he had slept with quite a few women, including his teacher, his neighbor's wife, and even his cousin's wife, aunt, and auntie. He particularly enjoyed playing with married women, a point on which we both agreed. We both thought it was the most exciting, far more thrilling than playing with young girls.

Ma Hujian had also engaged in group sex, with several couples playing together—a truly spectacular sight. Regarding "training" women, he believed "public training" was the most effective method. "Public training" is an SM term, referring to several men playing with one woman together. He

claimed it was remarkably effective at breaking down a woman's pride; no matter how prim and proper a woman was, once she'd experienced "public training," she would become a thoroughly depraved and wanton harlot, the "virus" of lust forever remaining within her, impossible to eradicate.

He also told me that picking up girls is essentially a psychological game. Women are human, and with low intelligence at that. Humans have desires; if you treat them like goddesses, they'll think they are goddesses and look down on you; if you treat them like bitches, they'll think they are bitches and grovel before you. That's women for you. Ma Hujian

's words were a revelation to me; it felt like a single conversation with a wise man had been more valuable than ten years of casual sex. So from that day on, Ma Hujian and I became friends, my first true friend in life.

Then, two months passed in the blink of an eye, and I had adapted to the environment and university life in Beijing. Fang Fang would call me every week. Originally, she wanted to call me every day, but I thought that was too annoying, so I asked her to call once a month. However, Fang Fang, who was always so accommodating, refused this time. Finally, we compromised and she could call once a week.

In these two months, I've been with many beautiful women. To be honest, the beauties in Beijing are so easy to pick up; it's a land of easy prey, they practically throw themselves at you. But unfortunately, none of them can compare to Fang Fang. It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but hard to go back. Having gotten used to top-tier beauties like Fang Fang, playing with these ordinary, vulgar women now feels rather tasteless.

But not playing around isn't an option either; my penis is getting pent up. So, I call these beauties "disposable sluts," playing with them once or twice and then discarding them, just for the novelty.

As for Ma Hujian and the others, as I mentioned before, living under the same roof for two months reveals their true nature. This is no exaggeration; it's quite clear who's capable and what they're really capable of. Wang Xiao and Tie Muchen are both pretentious, but Ma Hujian is the real deal. He naturally became our leader, whom we respectfully called the "Sex Education Scholar," and nicknamed "Donkey Jian." "Donkey" represents size, and "Jian" represents hardness.

Wang Xiao, as a Beijing guy, although he looked rather sleazy, was eloquent and generous, so he had dated several girls. After we got to know each other, we gave him a nickname based on his appearance: "Sickly Mountain Shape."

Later, one time, he and Tie Muchen were watching porn and had a masturbation contest to see who could finish fastest in the dorm. We noticed that his penis was curved when erect, like a hook, so we changed his name to "Hook."

As for Tie Muchen, he's a complete loser, cowardly, and utterly incompetent. Although he's been with women, it was always prostitutes he paid for; he's never had a girlfriend. His biggest hobby is watching porn and masturbating in his dorm.

So I gave him a foreign name: "Lulukiba Diaos," but that name is too long and unsuitable as a nickname, so we had to rack our brains for another one.

Speaking of Tie Muchen, not only is his surname unusual, but his given name is also quite powerful; I don't know what his parents were thinking. Initially, Tie Muchen suggested we call him "A Generation of Pride," which we all unanimously opposed.

Wang Xiao said, "Look at your attitude, trying to shoot an eagle with a bow? You wouldn't even be able to hit a cat with a slingshot." So Wang Xiao gave him the nickname "A Generation of Oral Sex," and also gave him his full name: "Erect Tissue Tie Muchen."

This name was met with strong protest and condemnation from Comrade Tie Muchen. Finally, Lv Jian explained that most江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) heroes used physical characteristics as nicknames, such as "Red-Haired Devil" or "Blue-Faced Beast." Since Tie Muchen's testicles looked quite large, Lv Jian named him "Iron Egg." Although the name sounded vulgar, Tie Muchen was very excited, praising Lv Jian for his discerning eye, for enhancing his "penis's" prestige, and for making his "egg-name" (a derogatory term for his testicles) a resounding success. Thus, "Iron Egg" became Tie Muchen's nickname.

As for me, you definitely can't call me "Xue the Axe of Northeast China," but since you can't think of a funny nickname right now, you'll temporarily call me "Taozi."

(For typing convenience, I'll use nicknames to refer to these people from now on: Ma Hujian—Donkey Jian, Wang Xiao—Hook, Tie Muchen—Iron Egg. Please adjust your reading pace accordingly.)

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Time flies, and it's November. The sun is shining brightly, and the weather is fine. Beijing's winter is much warmer than Northeast China's. I'm reading a book in my dorm room out of boredom, Donkey Jian is texting with his lover, and Iron Egg is watching porn as usual.

Suddenly, someone knocks on our dorm room door, three knocks followed by a pause. Iron Egg immediately gets up and runs to the door, saying, "I've never met Mutou Ran."

"Watching all those AVs is in vain," Hook's voice immediately comes from outside the door.

Tie Dan said again, "I've watched 300 AVs."

Gou Zi replied, "I can speak fluent Japanese even if I don't know it."

Tie Dan immediately opened the dormitory door, and Gou Zi slipped in from outside. Tie Dan warmly shook his hand and said kindly, "Comrade, I've finally waited for you! Did you get the goods?"

Gou Zi nodded and said, "Yes, this batch is all high-definition, uncensored Japanese goods, but there are a few left. There's been a crackdown in the dormitory lately, and things are very tense. Er Gou doesn't have much stock left." As Gou Zi spoke, he took out a paper package from his clothes.

Tie Dan looked at the paper package and said, "No one was following you when you came, right?"

Gou Zi said, "Don't worry, I checked, there's no suspicious person around."

Tie Dan looked at Gou Zi and suddenly said, "Iron breasts, copper cunt, steel buttocks."

Gou Zi replied, "Pearl testicles, jade dick, mercury essence."

Tie Dan said again, "Your mom's cunt is very durable."

Gou Zi replied again, "Please be gentle, brother."

Tie Dan took the paper package and grabbed Gou Zi's hand again, "Hey, comrade, I found you again, it really is you."

I found it interesting and couldn't help but ask, "What are you two doing? Didn't you just exchange passwords?"

Tie Dan said, "This is called a secondary password, otherwise how would I know if he's the dorm supervisor who got plastic surgery and sneaked in?" "An undercover agent."

I laughed, "Just to catch you guys hoarding porn, the dorm manager dressed up like Gouzi. That's quite a sacrifice, haha."

Gouzi tugged at Tiedan and said, "Stop talking nonsense, let's check the goods quickly. Ergou said these films are really good."

Tiedan immediately nodded, "Yeah, good, let's watch some films."

Then he opened the paper package and took out several pornographic DVDs inside. Gouzi suddenly remembered something and said to Tiedan, "By the way, I just received news that this week's password is 'Nunchucks'."

Tiedan nodded, "Oh."

I asked curiously, "What's Nunchucks?"

Gouzi pursed his lips and said, "This is something within our circle, it has nothing to do with you."

"Right, you've already been ostracized by us, marginalized, you understand?" Tiedan said as he put a pornographic DVD into the computer's CD drive. An uncensored Japanese film played on the computer, and Gouzi and Tiedan watched it intently.

Halfway through the movie, someone suddenly started singing Jay Chou's "Nunchucks" in the hallway outside the dormitory. They were singing loudly, running and chanting, "Hmph, ha, hey, use nunchucks..."

Gouzi and Tiedan both stood up simultaneously. Tiedan looked at Gouzi and said, "What's going on? Using the password so quickly? Is this a drill?"

Gouzi quickly shut down his computer and said, "What drill? Hurry up!"

Then, the two of them frantically gathered up their pornographic videos and magazines, nimbly hiding them under the bed, in the corner of the table, and in the cracks in the wall. A little while later, the dormitory supervisor came in to check the dorms. So that's what the password was for.

After the dorm supervisor left, I laughed and said, "Look at you two, so pathetic, like spies."

Gouzi gave me the middle finger and said, "Damn, you're like a well-fed man who doesn't know the hunger of an starving one. You have so many wives, how could you understand the hunger of us poor folks?"

Tiedan chimed in, "Yeah, Taozi, if you're so generous, teach us some dating tips."

I said, "I don't have any dating tips. My wives all came to me on their own. Actually, the art of dating existed in ancient China. At the end of the Western Zhou Dynasty, King You lit the beacon fires to amuse Bao Si, becoming the earliest known case of dating in human history. The cost of his pursuit of Bao Si remains unbroken to this day—it was absolutely costly.

There are also examples like Sima Xiangru pursuing Zhuo Wenjun, Zhao Xiang pursuing Bu Feiyan, and Ruan Yu pursuing Su Xiaoxiao. These are all classic dating examples. Study history properly; reading history can enlighten you. All of humanity's secrets are hidden in history."

"Can you give me something more systematic?" Gouzi seemed to be getting interested.

"Systematic, yes," I thought for a moment and said, "During the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, Chinese scholars proposed the 'Pan, Lu, Deng, Xiao, Xian' theory, establishing the earliest systematic framework of the art of picking up girls. This is also the world's first theorem

of picking up girls, six hundred years earlier than Europe. However, this theory is for people like Ximen Qing. You know, the highest level of

picking up girls is being picked up by girls. Look at Wu Song, look at Yan Qing, they didn't pick up girls, they just stood there and girls came to pick them up. So, the ultimate

skill of picking up girls is... there is no ultimate skill!" "Damn ! " Gouzi and Tiedan shouted in unison. Donkey Jian, who was standing next to them, couldn't help but burst into laughter. ********** ... They quickly said, "It's okay, we can just watch from the sidelines." Donkey Jian shook his head and said, "The cunt doesn't want to." Then he pulled me away. After we left the school gate, I asked him, "What are we going to do?" Donkey Jian said, "To pick up girls, of course, I'm not kidding." Then he told me that he had recently picked up a beautiful woman, a married young woman with a great figure and a very lewd personality. This time, he wanted to take me along to play with her and give her a threesome. I asked him why he didn't bring Hook and Iron Egg. Donkey Jian said that the two of them weren't qualified, and the beautiful woman probably wouldn't be happy if he brought them along. He said they could do it later. Then he told me that this beautiful woman used to be a prostitute, but after making some money, she changed careers. After struggling for a few years, she married a successful man. After marriage, because she was too lonely, she secretly became a professional slut. In addition, she came from the northern frontier, had an excellent physique, a free spirit, and superb skills in bed, especially skilled in Hu-style horse archery. Her vocal cords are flexible, and her vocal range is wide; her moans can go from high to low. At high pitches, they're like a thunderclap in a clear sky, a tiger roaring in the mountains; at low pitches, they're like a gentle breeze rustling willows, a swallow's soft murmur. Moreover, she's professionally trained, possessing strong technical skills, proficient in all forms of oral sex, licking, and sucking, and deeply understands the rules of brothels, adhering to professional ethics, providing comprehensive service, and ensuring erections and ejaculation—truly a esteemed courtesan. Donkey Jian's introduction made my mouth water and my penis rock hard. Since coming to Beijing, I haven't had a mature woman yet; a mature woman's vagina is the real deal.

Then, Lv Jian led me to the foot of a residential building. He told me to wait downstairs for a while, as the beautiful woman didn't know he'd brought another person. He wanted to arouse her interest before calling me up, so she wouldn't be unwilling.

So I waited downstairs. But after a while, I vaguely heard a man's screams coming from upstairs. A sudden sense of foreboding washed over me. I

waited for a long time, but Lv Jian still didn't come out to call me. The ominous feeling grew stronger, and my heart pounded with unease, as if enveloped by a chill.

Finally, I couldn't bear the dread any longer and slowly went into the building, deciding to go up and see what was going on.

I climbed the stairs floor by floor, the screams becoming clearer and clearer. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. A door to one of the apartments was wide open. I peeked inside and was instantly terrified, collapsing to the ground.

In the living room of that apartment, a naked woman, bound hand and foot with rope, sat on the floor, her face as white as paper, trembling all over, with a large puddle of water beneath her.

Beside the woman stood a man in a suit, his expression blank. His suit was stained with blood, and he held a long, sharp knife, also covered in blood, thick drops of blood dripping from the tip. At his feet lay a naked man, clutching his bloodied groin and writhing in agony. This man was Lv Jian.

My mind went blank. I had never seen such a bloody scene before… I wanted to run, but my body was too terrified to move.

Just then, Lv Jian saw me and immediately struggled to call out, “Taozi… help me…”

Looking at Lv Jian’s face, contorted in agony, a sudden surge of strength welled up within me from the intense fear. I screamed “Ah!” and scrambled downstairs.

After rushing out of the building, I continued crawling quickly on the ground. I never imagined I could crawl so fast. Once I reached the street, I saw everyone around me walking upright. That's when I remembered I could walk upright too. So I stood up and ran forward. I didn't know where I was going; my only thought was to run, to keep running, regardless of direction, running wherever I could find a path.

I don't know how far I ran, until I was too exhausted to run anymore, and I collapsed onto the roadside. Passersby hurried past, no one paying any attention to me, at most giving me a quick glance without any expression.

I had no strength left; exhaustion made my body tremble. After a while, two kind passersby helped me up. One asked, "Sir, what's wrong? Do you need help?"

I ignored him. The other anxiously said, "Quickly, check if he has any medicine." The two searched me thoroughly and then hurried away.

I sat by the roadside for a while, slowly coming to my senses. I felt a chill down below, and looking down, I saw my pants were wet and smelled of urine; I must have peed myself from fright. I got up and looked around, realizing I was in a completely unfamiliar place, but I was still in Beijing. Even if I could run, I couldn't have escaped Beijing in one go.

What should I do next? I thought I'd better get back to school first. I hailed a taxi and returned to school. When I got out, I checked my pockets and found my wallet, phone, and even my watch were gone. I had no choice but to call Gouzi down from the dorm to pay the fare…

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From then on, I never saw Donkey Jian again. He dropped out of school, and I fell seriously ill in the dorm. Later, Gouzi told me that Donkey Jian's penis had been completely cut off. Although he was rushed to the hospital and reattached, it could never be the same as the original. Sigh, maybe what goes around comes around.

The man who slashed him was the beautiful woman's husband. After discovering his wife's infidelity, he pretended to go to work that noon, then hid upstairs. When Donkey Jian arrived, he secretly eavesdropped at the door. Hearing his wife's moans, he rushed in to catch her in the act, only to find that she was not only cheating but also engaging in perverse sexual games. Unable to bear the shock, the man went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and slashed Donkey Jian's penis.

The man has now turned himself in; how many years he will be sentenced is unknown. I really didn't expect this to happen; it came so suddenly. A perfectly healthy person was crippled just like that. I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky. My first time going out with Donkey Jian and encountering this kind of thing—so unlucky! But I'm lucky enough not to have gone upstairs with him. If I had, I probably would have been injured too; in that situation, my fighting ability would be negative.

This was the first major event that happened to me after I came to Beijing. It had a profound impact on me, making me hesitant and timid in my subsequent attempts to pick up women. I almost never dared to touch married women again, until I met my boss, Li Meilin, whose charm rivaled Fang Fang's. This gave me the courage to overcome my psychological barrier and allow me to rediscover the high-quality allure of married women. (The following is an excerpt from a different story): Later,

Tie Dan asked Xue, "How many women can you fuck?

" Xue

replied, "Xue Tao fucks as many as possible." Tie Dan asked, "What about me?"

Xue replied, "You only fuck half a woman. " Tie Dan exclaimed, "Damn it! I'm not even as good as you?" Xue replied, "Tao is good at fucking, you are good at masturbating. This is a gift from heaven, and cannot be defied." —Excerpt from *Xue Tao's Unofficial History: Xue Zi's Reply to Tie* ********** ... Later, at a social gathering, I met a girl named Yang Jing. She was a classmate from the next department, a pretty and cute girl with short hair. She was lively and cheerful, with a curvaceous figure; her breasts, while not as large as Fang Fang's, were still quite impressive. Perhaps infected by her frankness, I suddenly wanted to be in a relationship again. So, I won her over without much effort. I remember often taking her to the lakeside next to the school to watch the stars and the moon. The advantage of the barren and desolate place was that you could see the stars at night. The lake surface shimmered under the moonlight, a scene of lotus ponds bathed in moonlight. We sat hand in hand on the grass, talking about our ideals and life. Occasionally, I would point randomly at the night sky and earnestly explain the constellations to her. Look, that area is the Andromeda constellation, that area is the Virgo constellation, that area is the prostitute constellation… Whether I was right or wrong didn't matter; she wouldn't understand anyway. As long as there was a romantic atmosphere, that was enough. Girls like these things. Every time, Yang Jing would lie in my arms and I would talk her until she fell asleep. At first, I admired her ability to fall asleep, even sitting up. Later, I got a little itchy and would secretly touch her after she fell asleep. Her small body felt quite nice, but I didn't want to have sex with her yet because I was reluctant; I wanted to preserve this pure feeling a little longer. Later, when I finally couldn't resist touching her vulva, I found it was very wet. This wetness instantly destroyed all the purity I had painstakingly protected. At the same time, it made me realize that women are all sluts, just like men are all lustful. How could a lecher and a slut possibly have a beautiful love? Modern love is a mirage, like trying to catch the moon's reflection in water. It looks beautiful, but you can only look at it; it's not real, you can't touch it. I was really stupid; at twenty years old, I still believed in love in this era. I looked at the semen on my fingertips; that lewd smell reawakened my lust. Without saying a word, I ripped off her clothes and pressed myself against her. She kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, and I unceremoniously thrust my big cock into her pussy...

Afterwards, I found a layer of blood on my penis. Looks like another virgin. I hate virgins the most; they lie there like corpses, letting my black penis go in and my red penis come out—so boring. Even an inflatable doll vibrates and moans; a virgin isn't even as good as an inflatable doll.

After that day, we made love on this grassy area every day, and I even opened her anus. Later, I wanted to test just how lewd she was, so I tied her up with a rope and fucked her doggy-style. She immediately became incredibly excited, her orgasms were extremely intense—she was definitely a slut.

This aroused my interest, and I began to subject her to all sorts of sex slave training, using every perverted method I could think of on her.

My training of her was different from Fang Fang's. With Fang Fang, I was somewhat reluctant, always feeling that she was my woman and I couldn't be too rough with her; but with Yang Jing, I had absolutely no such tenderness. I just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sadomasochism to the fullest, even venting my inexplicable resentment on her.

Yang Jing seemed to enjoy this masochistic feeling, even letting me shave her pubic hair and take numerous nude photos of her, as well as videos of our sex.

Then one day, I suddenly remembered what Lv Jian had told me about "public intercourse," something I'd never tried before. Now was the perfect time to test it on Yang Jing and see just how powerful it was.

So I told Gouzi and Tiedan about it. At first, they didn't believe me, thinking I was joking. A few days later, I found an opportunity and had them wait for me in the grove by the lake. Then I brought Yang Jing over, tied her up naked, and called out to Gouzi and Tiedan.

They were both surprised and excited to see Yang Jing, but seemed hesitant to touch her. So I parted Yang Jing's legs, showed her to them, and explained her body's various functions, as proudly as if showing off a toy. They then boldly began groping Yang Jing's body.

Yang Jing pretended to struggle, which only made her look more wanton. After the three of us played for a while, Gouzi said he wanted to see a woman urinate (sui is pronounced the same as "sui" in Chinese), so I made Yang Jing urinate for them. Yang Jing refused to urinate and squatted on the ground

acting silly. Tiedan couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her clitoris. Gouzi tore a piece of paper from a cigarette box, rolled it up, and inserted it into Yang Jing's urethra. Surprisingly, this trick worked quite well, and she urinated soon after. Then the three of us started taking turns having sex with her, and Yang Jing quickly reached orgasm. Immediately afterwards, we gave her a three-hole penetration, and this time she couldn't pretend anymore. Her lewd side was completely exposed, and she screamed like a madwoman, her orgasms gushing out like a water pump.

After the three of us had our fun, Gouzi gripped my hand tightly and said, moved, "Brother Tao, nothing tastes better than dumplings, and nothing's more fun than your wife. Tiedan and I will never forget your great kindness today. We'll follow you from now on."

Tiedan was also extremely grateful to me. He suggested, "Why don't the three of us become sworn brothers? Just because Taozi is so loyal, I'm definitely befriending him."

Gouzi immediately agreed, saying, "Okay, let's become sworn brothers. Taozi, what do you think?"

I found it amusing and said, "Alright, let's do it then."

So I... The three of us made some simple preparations, using whatever materials were available: paper towels as incense, burning Yang Jing's underwear as yellow paper, kneeling in a row, and together we said, "Heaven above, Earth below, we three: Xue Tao, Wang Xiao, and Tie Muzhen, today we swear brotherhood, to share our cunts and our penises; we don't ask to get hard at the same time, but only to ejaculate at the same time. Heaven and Earth bear witness to our hearts, and if we break this oath, may Heaven forgive us!"

After the oath, Gouzi, being the oldest, was the eldest brother, Tiedan was the second, and I, being the youngest, was the third. I grabbed Gouzi and Tiedan's hands excitedly and called out, "Big Brother! Second Brother!" Gouzi and Tiedan also gripped my hands tightly, saying emotionally, "Third Brother!" Yang Jing, who had just caught her breath, looked at the three of us as if we were crazy. That night, we took Yang Jing to a hotel and booked a room, where we had a great time all night.

From then on, Yang Jing became even more promiscuous; "public training" was indeed very effective. Later, I met many beautiful women and young women through various channels. After training them, I would bring them to share with Gouzi and Tiedan, or I would have double, triple, or group sex with them myself. My life at this time was full of passion, but after the passion, there was always a sense of emptiness, as if something was missing. I drifted along in this daze until the holidays.

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The plane slowly landed at the airport in my hometown. After stepping out of the cabin, I took a deep breath. Ah, the taste of home is still the best, so refreshing.

After entering the hall, I immediately saw Fang Fang, who had come to pick me up. She also saw me immediately and ran over, jumping and skipping. The fragrant scent of magnolia instantly awakened my familiar lust.

Fang Fang hugged me, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me, sweetly saying, "Tao, you're finally back! I missed you so much." Her large breasts pressed firmly against me.

I looked down at Fang Fang, whom I had been longing for day and night. I could tell she had taken special care in dressing up; her face was adorned with beautiful, light makeup, making her even more beautiful than I remembered her from the past six months. Her attire was still simple: a long red down jacket, a leather choker around her snow-white neck, and the black leather boots I had given her, revealing a small section of her smooth, jade-like legs.

I kissed her and said, "Teacher, your breasts have gotten quite a bit bigger."

Fang Fang smiled happily, took a step back, and ripped open her down jacket. She wasn't wearing anything underneath; her snow-white, full body was completely exposed. Her large, firm breasts, along with the nipple rings, swayed sensually towards me. Her pubic hair was now completely grown, and the clitoral ring shimmered among the pubic hair.

Fang Fang didn't care about the people around her. She twisted her waist and said in a coquettish voice, "Hehe, I missed you so much that my breasts got bigger. Tao, look, I've shown my breasts and my pussy. Do you like it?"

I couldn't help but reach out and knead those two soft mounds, burying my face in them and saying comfortably, "Hmm, not bad. Teacher, you're so lewd, and you've become quite bold."

Fang Fang said softly, "Hmm. Tao, did you miss me?"

"Mmm." I nodded in her huge breasts and said, "I missed you so much. Teacher's big breasts are the best."

"Ah... if you like them, eat as much as you want." Fang Fang hugged my head and said with great enjoyment.

After a few more bites, I helped her put her clothes on and said, "Let's go home and eat slowly. Aren't you cold wearing just this one layer?"

Fangfang wrapped her arms around my neck and said coquettishly, "Mmm, just thinking about you makes my whole body hot. Even if I went to Antarctica, I wouldn't be cold. Hmm? Tao, you seem to have grown taller again. I can hardly kiss you anymore, hehe. Your big dick has gotten bigger too, it's pressing against me."

I had indeed grown a little taller in the past six months in Beijing, probably because of the change in environment. I'm now 1.85 meters tall. My dick hasn't grown any longer, but it seems to have gotten thicker.

I took Fangfang back to my home. The house was the same as when I left six months ago, but now, with Fangfang by my side, it felt like home. Although Fangfang hadn't been here for six months, she was still familiar with everything in the house. After helping me put my luggage away, she went to the bathroom to run the water and then asked if I was hungry.

I didn't say anything, but put my arm around her and sat down on the sofa. Fangfang didn't say anything more either, lying obediently in my arms. We sat there quietly for a while. I lowered my head and chewed on her hair, saying, "Teacher, what are you thinking about?"

Fang Fang smiled sweetly and said, "Nothing, I'm just listening to your heart."

I said, "What did my heart say this time?"

"Hehe, I won't tell you," Fang Fang laughed mischievously.

I ripped her clothes off, hugged her, and lewdly said, "Even if you don't tell me, I know. It said it wants to fuck you to death, you big-tits slut, right?"

"Oh, hehe." Fang Fang giggled, "Tao, you're so good, you guessed it right away."

"Hmph, let's go, baby, let's take a bath together first, then I'll fuck you to death." With that, I carried her into the bathroom.

After the bath, we made love wildly at home until dark. Making love with Fang Fang is still the best, I haven't felt this good in half a year, whether it's physical or the level of understanding, no other woman can compare. There

's really no one more beautiful than the girl from my hometown, and no one is more pleasurable than the pussy from my hometown. Fang Fang also released the longing and desire that had accumulated for half a year.

After dark, because her man had returned, she couldn't stay with me overnight, so she could only come to see me during the day. For the next few days, we made love at my house every day, and every day we were entangled all day long. Later, when I was preparing to play with her in different ways, something unexpected happened.

That day, I suddenly wanted to find some excitement, so I took her to her house to make love. In her living room, I tied her up tightly with rope and then fucked her to my heart's content. But halfway through, her husband suddenly returned…

I was instantly terrified, my huge penis still inside Fang Fang, ejaculating along with my bladder. The gruesome image of her erection flashed before my eyes; the current situation was so similar.

Fang Fang was also terrified. As an inexperienced slut, she had no idea what to do, even forgetting to scream. She could only stare blankly at her husband with me, trembling like a leaf.

Her husband was also stunned, standing in the doorway watching us, clearly not expecting this situation. But he was the first to react, yelling and charging at me with his fist.

I was so scared I had no strength left, watching helplessly as her husband rushed at me and punched me in the face. He knocked me off the sofa, but I didn't feel any pain, though I was still weak, lying limply on the floor, my mind blank, completely at his mercy.

"Ahhh, you bad guy! Stop it!" Fang Fang, who had been silent until now, suddenly screamed in a shrill voice.

Then she jumped off the sofa with a "whoosh." Keep in mind, Fang Fang was still tightly bound with ropes; her hands were tied behind her back, and her thighs and calves were bent and tied together, with only her ankles free to move, like a frozen frog.

Miraculously, however, she jumped off the sofa with just her ankles, a very swift and clean movement. (Interested readers can try it themselves: squat on the sofa with your legs tied, then jump down and see if you can. I estimate even martial arts masters might not be able to do it, but Fang Fang did, so it's nothing short of a miracle.)

After landing, Fang Fang squatted there, waddling like a penguin as she charged towards her man. Before he could react, she swiftly reached him and crashed headfirst into his leg. Another miracle occurred. This seemingly weak headbutt possessed incredible explosive power, actually knocking her man down!

"Tao, run! Run!" Fang Fang shouted at me, kneeling on the ground and headbutting her man.

Fang Fang's bravery gave me courage. I was instantly filled with the strength to escape. I gritted my teeth and scrambled to my feet, quickly gathering my clothes.

At that moment, her man had already gotten up, shoved Fang Fang aside, and kicked me again, knocking me to the ground. What followed was a series of chaotic and brutal beatings, all landing on me. My newly generated strength to escape was instantly shattered, and I was deflated again.

In despair, I glanced at Fang Fang. She was now lying sprawled on the ground, struggling like a large turtle that had been flipped over. Sigh, I shouldn't have tied her up so tightly. Why was this rope so sturdy?

"Aaaaaah..." The beating continued. Her man was like a madman, his punches and kicks so fast they sounded like something out of a martial arts movie. Pain quickly spread throughout my weak body, and I finally couldn't help but howl.

At this moment, Fang Fang unleashed her inner power once again. She rolled on the ground, landing in front of me, using her body as a shield to block her man's attacks.

My courage and strength returned. I quickly picked Fang Fang up, maximizing her shielding technique, using her body to block all of her man's attacks.

Her man immediately stopped. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I threw Fang Fang at him like a projectile. While he was holding onto Fang Fang, I quickly grabbed my clothes and ran outside. Just as I was about to reach the door, her man threw Fang Fang down and chased after me, kicking me to the ground.

I was in despair again, lying on the ground, bracing myself for another round of beatings.

But after a few seconds, the expected punches and kicks didn't come. All I heard behind me were her man's shouts and curses. I glanced back nervously and saw that Fang Fang was biting her man's trouser leg tightly, preventing him from rushing at me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed my clothes haphazardly, and finally escaped.

I'm sorry, Fang Fang. Couples are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately. Besides, we're not even husband and wife, just master and slave. Now it's your turn to protect your master.

After rushing out of the building, I quickly put on my clothes, ran to the street, hailed a taxi, and fled home as fast as I could. Even

after arriving home, I was still shaken, my heart pounding. That was incredibly close. Luckily, I remained calm and took the most effective measures to save my life at the crucial moment; otherwise, I probably wouldn't be alive.

But I'm only temporarily out of danger now; this isn't over yet. Fang Fang's man will definitely have her bring him to me, and he'll fight me to the death.

As for Fang Fang, I abandoned her at the critical moment; she must hate me too. It seems I can't contact her anymore. Although giving up such a perfect sex slave is heartbreaking, I can't risk my life. As long as I have my dick, I'm not afraid of not having a cunt to fuck. What's a man's problem if he doesn't have a cunt? In this vast sea of people, as long as I have unwavering faith and search sincerely, I'm sure I can find a woman more perfect than Fang Fang!

Thinking this, I hurriedly packed my things, bought a plane ticket to Hainan. My father is vacationing there; he originally asked me to go, but I didn't go because I wanted to fuck Fang Fang. Now I can go to Hainan to stay with him, enjoy the warmth of the South, and calm my nerves.

As for Fang Fang, I can only silently say to her, "I'm sorry, this is an affair, it's over."

(Note: Xue Tao is a negative example; male readers, please do not emulate her!!! Also, Fang Fang will reappear later, so don't worry, she really will come back. I know you're all very angry, but there's nothing I can do; the plot requires Fang Fang to leave for a while. Although it's several years in the story, it's only a dozen or so chapters in the novel. Fang Fang will definitely return, and her return will not disappoint you, hehe, don't be angry.) Chapter

32: A touch of red, as radiant as the red spider lily

, amidst a snow-white hair that has waited thirteen years. Even if she forgot her name from her past life , she didn't forget the promise she made . ********** ...

Further Reading: Younger readers may not know the status of pornography in that era and cannot understand the joy of buying it. Zhongguancun was actually revitalized by pornographic vendors; without them, it wouldn't have had such a high flow of people. Back then, Zhongguancun was bustling with people and traffic, with many people coming to this large "spiritual food warehouse" every day. There was a group of pornographic vendors every ten steps. It's said that if an advertising billboard hit ten people, five of them would be selling pornography, and the other five would be buying it.

I remember the most interesting time was when I was crossing an intersection, and an old man sitting on a stool in the sun suddenly shouted at me, "Young man, want some porn?" I was moved to tears. It was truly a case of an old horse in its stall still aspiring to gallop a thousand miles. This old man, despite his age, was still keeping up with the times, continuing to shine and contribute, like a circuit component that never rusts. It was truly touching. So I bought a lot of porn from him. It was such a hot day, and the old man selling porn had it tough; I wanted him to sell it all quickly and go home.

Later, with the passage of time and the development of technology, this old trade finally disappeared into the annals of history, becoming a lasting memory for a generation. I think Zhongguancun shouldn't forget its roots. A statue should be erected for the porn vendors to honor their contributions to the development of Zhongguancun. Ideally, an auspicious day should be chosen as "Porn Festival," where porn enthusiasts can be mobilized to hawk discs on the streets of Zhongguancun, asking everyone they meet, "Want some porn? Games, software, postgraduate entrance exam politics, anything?" to commemorate our shared youth with Zhongguancun. What do you all think?

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... After a shopping spree, I returned home laden with my purchases. Standing on the bus back to school, I patted my bulging backpack, savoring the satisfaction of a man's shopping spree.

Midway through the journey, a little girl with a schoolbag boarded. She stood beside me, and a faint, pure scent, not exactly fragrant but very pleasant, wafted over.

I looked down at her. This little girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, with a youthful face, but exceptionally beautiful—a beauty at first glance. She had

a delicate, adorable oval face, slender willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pair of large, watery eyes as beautiful as stars in the sky. Her dark pupils were as clear as a baby's. Her delicate little nose was playfully upturned, and her pink lips were slightly pouting, charming and cute. Her lips were small and full, naturally perfect for oral sex. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing her beautiful forehead.

A small hair clip with a red flower adorned her hair, and that red flower evoked a familiar, tender feeling within me. She was about 1.5 meters tall. Her figure wasn't clearly visible because of her school uniform, but she probably hadn't developed much yet, being just a child.

Her skin was incredibly fair, unlike Fang Fang's jade-like white; it was a pure, flawless white, like snow. Her skin wasn't like Fang Fang's pinkish-white, smooth and supple skin; it was translucent, almost as if it contained no blood, as if her entire body was sculpted from ice and snow. Standing next to her, it felt as if even the surrounding air was purified.

The little girl noticed me staring at her and looked up at me. When our eyes met, she instantly blushed and hurriedly lowered her head. I

chuckled to myself. I'd seen this kind of girlish infatuation many times before, but I never expected such a young girl to be so. If only she were a little older; she'd definitely be a great beauty, at least as pretty as Fang Fang.

The little girl stood beside me with her head down, refusing to sit even when there were empty seats on the bus. I secretly regretted it. If I wanted to flirt with a girl like that, I could easily hook up with her; a simple chat would suffice. But this little girl was just too young. I'm not a pedophile. Although she was just a budding flower, I only like mature, vibrant blooms, not buds. Whether she blossoms into a peony or a rose, I'm not going to waste my time waiting for her to open. "

Little beauty, you're unlucky. You were born a few years too late to enjoy my big cock. If fate allows, let's meet again in five years. You need to eat well and grow your boobs properly, okay?"

When the bus arrived at our school stop, I got off, and the little girl got off too. After I walked through the school gate, I turned around and saw the little girl had also come in.

I stopped to look at her, and she stopped to look at me. I smiled and walked over to her, saying, "Little girl, what a coincidence! Are you looking for your sister? I thought you looked familiar on the bus; maybe I know her."

I thought to myself, if she really did have a sister, she must be very pretty.

The little girl suddenly looked up at me, her face flushed, and nodded hurriedly, saying, "Ah, yes, yes, I...I..." Her childish voice was quite sweet.

I smiled warmly and said, "Oh, I'm a student at this university. What's your sister's name? I'll take you to her."

The little girl nodded, then shook her head violently, "No, no, I...I'm not looking for my sister. I don't have a sister."

I was a little disappointed, "Then who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for...I'm looking for..." The little girl looked around with her mouth agape, then suddenly pointed into the distance and said, "Ah, I'm looking for a tutor."

I followed her little hand and saw a person wearing a "Tutor" sign. "What subject do you want to learn?"

"Math...math...math," the little girl said, blinking her big eyes.

I said, "How about I tutor you? Math is my strong suit, and I also have a social practice assignment to do. I can tutor you for free, okay?"

The little girl nodded quickly, "Okay, okay."

I asked, "Elementary school math?"

"Mmm," the little girl nodded.

"Or middle school math?" I asked again.

"Mmm," the little girl nodded again.

"Hmm?" I smiled.

"Oh, either way is fine," the little girl said, a little embarrassed.

I said, "Then give me an address, and when would be a good time for me to come?"

The little girl took out a pen and paper from her bag, wrote down an address, looked at it carefully, and then solemnly handed it to me. We then agreed to tutor her at her house every Sunday afternoon.

I looked at the address on the note and said, "Okay, I'll come over Sunday afternoon. What's your name?"

"My name is Luo Xue'er, big brother you can just call me Little Snowball. Big brother, I'm leaving now, you must come on Sunday, I'll wait for you at home, goodbye big brother." The little girl turned and ran off in a flash.

Luo Xue'er… Little Snowball… I watched her retreating figure, thinking what a lovely little girl she was. Although she didn't have a sister, her mother must be very beautiful, and definitely a sexy mature woman. Haha , I'm so lucky today .

********** ... When I went inside, I saw that there was no one else in her house, so I asked, "Luo Xue'er, where is your family?" Little Snowball shook her head and said, "No one's home. My parents are in America." I asked, "You live alone?" "I live with my nanny. We give her half a day off every Sunday afternoon. Big brother, come in and sit down. Would you like something to drink?" Little Snowball gently tugged at my sleeve and led me to her bedroom. I said, "Just get me a glass of water."

Little Snowball said, "Big brother, don't be shy. I have lots of drinks at home. Let me get you a cup of coffee."

I said, "Okay, thank you."

Little Snowball immediately ran out and brought back a cup of coffee. Looking at her attentive little face, I remembered the first time Fang Fang came to my house to tutor me, but Little Snowball wouldn't drug me.

I took the coffee and said, "Luo Xue'er, your family..."

"Big brother, you can just call me Little Snowball." Little Snowball hurriedly reminded me.

I said, "Little Snowball? Is that your nickname?"

Little Snowball nodded and said, "Yes, I was white and round when I was born, so my dad named me Little Snowball."

"Oh, a very cute name, as cute as you are." Then I chatted with her about some everyday things. This little girl seemed to have no guile at all, answering whatever I asked. Soon, I had gotten all the details about her family. She even showed me her family's photo album. Her mother was indeed very beautiful in the photos, and Little Snowball was a spitting image of her. I was captivated by her beauty and knew I had to get on Little Snowball's good side so I could have a chance to seduce her mother.

After looking at the album, I couldn't help but ask Little Snowball, looking into her innocent eyes, "Little Snowball, there are no adults at home, how dare you bring people home so casually? Aren't you afraid of running into bad guys?"

Little Snowball laughed happily, "Hehe, I know big brother isn't a bad guy."

I said, "How do you know? Bad guys don't have any markings on their faces."

"I just know, even if, even if big brother you are a bad guy, then... Little Snowball isn't afraid." Little Snowball became a little shy at the end, and her little face turned red.

I patted her little head with a smile and said, "Haha, you're so cute, even bad guys wouldn't have the heart to hurt you."

That afternoon passed by in the blink of an eye. I played with her all afternoon, and I never expected to be so happy with a little girl. This happiness was different from usual; it wasn't mixed with any sexual stimulation, it came purely from the bottom of my heart, giving me a very strange feeling, and I even looked forward to the next Sunday.

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Soon it was Sunday again, and I went to Little Snowball's house once more. From afar, I saw Little Snowball waving at me from her window. Looking at her, I suddenly realized that it had been a long time since anyone had waited for me like this. Yang Jing and the others were always at my beck and call; it was always me waiting for her, never her waiting for me.

After entering Little Snowball's house, I took out an elementary school math workbook. I had bought it specifically from the bookstore. Since I was a tutor, I should at least look like I was giving a lesson, so that I could handle any inspections when I met her parents.

When Little Snowball saw the workbook, she pouted sadly, "Big brother, do I have to do all these problems?"

I said, "Of course, how can we have class if we don't do the problems?"

Little Snowball said, "Let me play for a while first."

I said, "No, once you start playing, you won't be in the mood to study. Last time you played all afternoon. This time we have to have a proper class. You can play after class."

"Oh, okay then." Little Snowball obediently sat down at her desk, and I picked out a few problems from the workbook for her to do.

My elementary school math foundation is still quite solid, so teaching Little Snowball is no problem.

After writing a few numbers on her workbook, Little Snowball suddenly looked up and asked me, "Big brother, what's your favorite color?"

I asked, surprised. "Hmm, color? Red, I guess."

Little Snowball tugged at her red dress and said, "Is it this kind of red?"

I said, "Yes, that's the color. It looks really good on this kind of dress."

Little Snowball's eyes lit up. "Big brother, do you like me wearing this dress?"

I said, "Yes, it looks very cute on you."

"I like it very much too. This is my favorite dress." Little Snowball stood up and swayed her little waist at me, saying, "Big brother, I have many more dresses. I'll go wear them for you."

"Wait a minute," I grabbed her arm. "Don't try to skip class. Do your work properly."

"Oh, you were the one who mentioned dresses first," Little Snowball obediently sat back down in her chair, muttering softly.

"Hmm?" I glanced at her.

Little Snowball immediately hunched over her workbook, pretending to be deep in thought. I lifted her shoulders and straightened her body, saying, "Sit properly, don't slouch."

"Hehe." Little Snowball giggled at me. I turned her little face away and said, "Don't look at me, look at the questions."

After staring at the questions for a few seconds, she looked up again and asked, "Big brother, what's your favorite food?"

Without thinking, I said, "Tofu, of course." As soon as I said it, I realized it was inappropriate. I was used to making witty remarks with Yang Jing and the others, and I had inadvertently forgotten that the person in front of me was a little girl.

However, Little Snowball didn't understand the implied meaning in my words and continued to ask, "There are many kinds of tofu, what kind do you like?"

I casually replied, "I like them all, fried ones, any kind is fine."

"Oh, what about snacks? Do you like jelly or pudding?" Little Snowball blinked her big eyes and asked me.

I countered, "Is there a difference between jelly and pudding?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Little Snowball immediately perked up, proudly puffing out her little chest, her two round, plump breasts peeking out from under her clothes. "Based on my years of experience eating snacks, jelly and pudding are so different in appearance, taste, texture, and quality! The biggest difference is that pudding tastes better than jelly."

I laughed, "That's all? That's like saying nothing at all."

"Well then, big brother, I'll go get you both jelly and pudding so you can try them and you'll see!" Little Snowball jumped up from her chair again, excitedly saying, "I have lots of delicious pudding at home, with orange juice..."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" I pulled her back again and said, "Fine, you've gone around in circles and you still want to skip class. No way, you can't eat anything until you finish your problems."

Little Snowball pouted and sat down again, saying aggrievedly, "I just wanted to get you something to eat, but you're being mean to me."

I said, "Hey, don't do that, hurry up and do your problems."

"Oh, you're being mean again." Little Snowball obediently picked up her pen and started dawdling over her workbook again. A little while later, she asked again, "Big brother, are you thirsty?"

I said, "No."

Little Snowball said, "I am thirsty."

I said, "I'll get you some water."

Little Snowball said, "I don't want water, I want coffee."

I said, "Why would someone so young drink coffee? Water is fine."

Little Snowball said, "I'm not little anymore, I'll be thirteen after my birthday."

I said, "Okay, okay, where's the coffee? I'll go get it."

"Hehe, we don't have any coffee at home, I want freshly ground and brewed coffee. Big brother, let's make coffee together." Little Snowball showed a smug little face.

I sighed, "I give up, you really don't want to do your homework?"

Little Snowball said, "It's not that, it's just afternoon tea time."

I pointed to the clock on the wall and said, "It's only 1:30."

Little Snowball said, "I'm going through puberty, I'm growing..."

I said, "Okay, okay, let's go get some pudding. Forget the coffee, you won't sleep well tonight if you drink it. Do your homework later, otherwise I'll be considered child abuser."

Little Snowball raised her little face: "Nonsense, I'm not a child, I'm an adult."

I said, "Alright, Little Snowball, let's go eat."

"Let's go!" Little Snowball happily hugged my arm.

I said, "What do you mean, 'let's go'? Getting excited?"

Little Snowball said, "Hehe, how about Little Snowball says 'Thank you for your grace'?"

I said, "Hmm, that's more like it. Let's go."

Little Snowball led me to the living room, then she went to the kitchen and brought out pudding, orange juice, and a whole bunch of snacks. We lay on the sofa, eating pudding and chatting, comfortably enjoying a happy afternoon. I found that being with Little Snowball was like being with Fang Fang; even if we didn't do anything, just sitting there was very enjoyable. That

night, after I returned to school, I hugged Yang Jing in my dorm and had a good time, making up for Little Snowball's inability to satisfy my sexual needs.

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...

"Big brother, hehe, I found you!"

I said in surprise, "Little Snowball, what brings you here?"

Little Snowball said, "I came to bring you something delicious, your favorite."

I said with a puzzled look, "Oh, how did you find me? How did you get here? Don't you have to go to school now?"

Little Snowball said, "I came by bus. It's lunch break now, no classes."

I said, "How did you know I would come out of the school gate at this time?"

Little Snowball shook her head and said, "I don't know, I just saw you as soon as I got here."

I said, "You're really something. What would you have done if I hadn't come out today? Would you have been able to find me? Wouldn't you have made a wasted trip?"

Little Snowball said, "No, I knew I would see you when I came. How could I not find you? Big brother, are you hungry? Here, have some." Little Snowball handed me her small lunchbox.

I took the lunchbox and said, "Then let's not stand here. Come on, I'll take you to find a place to sit."

I turned around and led her towards the nearest small garden, and Little Snowball grabbed my clothes and followed behind me. I weighed the lunchbox in my hand and asked, "What's in here?"

Little Snowball smiled sweetly, "Hehe, guess!"

We sat down on a bench, and I said, "Pudding?"

Little Snowball shook her head, "No."

I said, "Then I can't guess."

Little Snowball said, "Open it and see."

I opened the lunchbox, and a fried aroma wafted out. Several pieces of fried tofu were neatly arranged inside. I had only mentioned it casually yesterday, but I didn't expect her to take it seriously.

Little Snowball took out a pair of small chopsticks and handed them to me, saying, "Big brother, this is what I made, try it."

I said, "You made it? You can cook?"

Little Snowball nodded, "Yes, my mother taught me before she went abroad."

I tasted a piece; it was a little cold, but the taste was okay. Little Snowball looked at me expectantly. I nodded and said, "Not bad, it's delicious. When did you make it?"

"This morning," Little Snowball said happily.

I said, "Not bad, not burnt, and the salt is just right. I didn't realize our little Snowball was so thrifty."

"Hehe, I threw away the burnt ones... ah..." Little Snowball realized she'd let something slip and quickly covered her mouth. Her adorable little face made me laugh. As I laughed, I suddenly noticed a small red spot on the back of her fair hand, standing out against her white skin.

I grabbed her hand and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

Little Snowball quickly pulled her hand back, hiding it behind her back, and said shyly, "No, nothing."

I said, "Let me see, did you get burned by the oil?"

Little Snowball shook her head repeatedly, "No, no."

I said, "Don't lie."

"Hehe, it's okay, I just accidentally burned myself... It's okay, big brother, hehe... Little Snowball doesn't feel pain." Little Snowball twisted her body, her face flushed, and said.

I said, "Let me see it. If it's a burn, you need to put some medicine on it, otherwise it'll leave a scar. Come on, let's go to my dorm and put some medicine on it."

Little Snowball's face turned even redder. "No, no, it's okay. I, I went to the infirmary to put some medicine on it. I just washed it when I came. Big brother, you should eat something first, it's all, it's getting cold."

I let go of her hand and said, "Okay then, remember to put on the medicine when you get back. You haven't eaten either, have you?"

Little Snowball shook her head and said, "It's okay, big brother, Little Snowball isn't hungry."

I said, "Don't be so polite. Come on, I'll take you to a restaurant. We can't just eat this fried tofu; we need to find something to eat with it."

As I said this, I closed the lunchbox and took her to a restaurant outside the school. I ordered some more food, and we ate our fill together, finishing the whole lunchbox of fried tofu.

After finishing our meal, we walked out of the restaurant. I checked the time and said, "Little Snowball, you should go back now, don't be late for your afternoon class."

Little Snowball nodded and said, "Okay, big brother, can I cook for you again tomorrow?"

"Oh, no thanks." I waved my hand and said, "It would be troublesome if you got oil splashed on your face again, and it's dangerous with all the traffic here. Let's talk about it later."

Little Snowball nodded and said, "Oh, okay, big brother, I'm going back now. Be sure to tell Little Snowball when you want to eat it, and on Sunday..."

"Honey..." At this moment, a coquettish voice broke in, interrupting Little Snowball.

I turned around at the sound and saw Yang Jing suddenly pounce on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a big kiss

. She said in a sweet, cloying voice, "Honey, where have you been? I missed you so much! Have you eaten? Where should we go this afternoon?" I was embarrassed by Yang Jing's sudden display of affection. She held me so tightly I couldn't push her away.

Little Snowball, seeing this, stared at me wide-eyed, her little arms clutching her lunchbox tightly to her chest.

Yang Jing glanced at Little Snowball, then continued her provocative kisses, "Mwah mwah mwah mwah," her voice especially loud.

Little Snowball slowly took a few steps back, tears welling in her big eyes. Just as I was about to say something, she burst into tears and ran away, disappearing into a waiting taxi.

The taxi drove off quickly, and Yang Jing released my neck, laughing triumphantly. Seeing her gloating expression, I said irritably, "What are you doing? What are you doing here making things worse?"

Yang Jing laughed even harder: "Hahaha, who's that little girl? She's so cute. Taozi, you're amazing, you can handle anyone from six to sixty years old! You can't bear to mess with such a young child, playing with her can land you in jail."

I looked in the direction Little Snowball had left and said sullenly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who would play with her?"

Yang Jing waved her hand in front of my eyes and said, "Don't look, she's long gone, even the cigarette has dissipated. Hey, I ruined your good time, punish me a little. Come on, what's so interesting about that little girl? Are you a pedophile?" Yang Jing pulled me away without another word.

In the following days, I couldn't stop thinking about Little Snowball, and I was somewhat absent-minded when I made love with Yang Jing and other women. I waited until Sunday and went to Little Snowball's house again. After all, I still cared about her mother; she was my only connection, and I couldn't let that connection be broken.

After arriving at Little Snowball's building, I looked up at the building. The curtains in Little Snowball's room were drawn,

and she hid behind them, peeking out her little head from a corner of the window, secretly watching me. I knocked on the door, and Little Snowball, head bowed, led me into the room. Her outfit today was different from usual; she wore a beautiful dress, as if prepared especially for a holiday, and her hair was neatly styled.

I took out her workbook and said, "Little Snowball, we need to do our work properly today, no slacking off!"

Little Snowball nodded silently, opened her workbook, and started working. I sat down next to her and looked at her, discovering that she wasn't doing the work properly at all. Instead, she had written "Big Brother is a Big Bad Guy" and drawn a pig's head next to it.

I said helplessly, "Little Snowball, why are you scribbling on the paper instead of doing your work properly?"

Suddenly, Little Snowball threw down her pen, pouted, and shouted, "I can't do it! I can't do it!"

Then she got up and ran into the bathroom, locking herself inside. I went over and called her twice, only to hear her shout from inside, "Go away, I don't want to see you."

I thought to myself, is it really necessary? Kids these days are so precocious, having teenage crushes and acting like adults.

So I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'm leaving. I won't come back again. Goodbye."

After saying that, I turned around, walked to the front door, opened it, slammed it shut, and quickly hid behind the screen next to the door, peeking out through the crack.

Little Snowball heard the door close and immediately ran out of the bathroom. She stood in front of the closed door, staring blankly for a few seconds, then burst into tears again.

After she had cried for a while, I quietly came out from behind the screen and called her, "Little Snowball."

Little Snowball immediately stopped crying, looked up at me, and her tear-streaked face instantly lit up with joy. She quickly wiped away her tears, then threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly, and burst into tears again.

I gently stroked her hair and said softly, "Okay, sweetie, don't cry. I'm not leaving, are I? If you cry again, I really will."

Little Snowball quickly wiped away her tears, looked up, and sobbed, "Big brother, Little Snowball knows she was wrong... You... you won't hate me..."

I smiled and said, "How could I? You're so cute, I like you so much, how could I hate you? You have to be good from now on, okay?"

Little Snowball nodded vigorously, "Yes, Little Snowball will definitely be good and won't make big brother angry."

I stroked her little head and comforted her for a while, then said, "Okay, don't cry anymore. Go wash your face, and we'll continue with class."

"Okay." Little Snowball nodded and obediently walked towards the bathroom, but halfway there she suddenly turned around and said, "Big brother, don't go."

"I won't go." I said as I walked to my desk and sat down.

After washing her face, Little Snowball returned to her desk, erased the scribbles she had made on her workbook, and focused on doing her exercises. In no time, all the exercises I assigned were finished. I checked them, and they were all correct.

I nodded with great satisfaction and said, "See, as long as you put your heart into it, you can finish quickly, right?"

"Yes." Little Snowball placed her hands on her knees and sat obediently. She lowered her head, murmured a few times, and said with a blushing face, "Big brother, your girlfriend, your girlfriend... she's very pretty..."

I said, "Girlfriend? Oh, you mean Yang Jing? She's not my girlfriend."

"Huh? Not?" Little Snowball suddenly raised her head. "If not, then why did she kiss you? She even hugged your neck, and she even called you... called you that..." Little Snowball bit her lip and lowered her head again at the end.

I shrugged and said, "Too many women have kissed me. I can't help it. It's impossible to guard against them all. If these count as girlfriends, then I must have many girlfriends."

"Well, big brother, you're so handsome. Even if you have many girlfriends, it's... it's... very good, hehe." Little Snowball laughed again.

Seeing her smile, I relaxed and laughed too, "Ha, what does a little kid like you know about being handsome?"

"I'm not a little kid!" Little Snowball suddenly raised her voice, almost shouting. "I'm thirteen years old, I'm an adult! Gan Luo became prime minister at twelve, I'm half a year older than him!" Little Snowball clenched her little fists, tears welling up in her big eyes again.

"Yes, yes, our Little Snowball is an adult now. Look at me, talking nonsense again." I quickly took her little hand and coaxed her.

Little Snowball sniffed and said, "Big brother, I'm really an adult now."

I said, "Yes, I know, Little Snowball is an adult."

Little Snowball then asked, "Big brother, do you have a girlfriend now?"

I said, "No."

Little Snowball asked, "Then what kind of girl do you like?"

I said, "Well, someone lively, cute, and obedient..."

Little Snowball asked, "What about age? Is there no age limit?"

I said, "Yes, there is no age limit."

Little Snowball said, "Oh, well, big brother..."

I said, "Hmm?"

Little Snowball said very seriously, "Little Snowball really is an adult now, Little Snowball has grown up, don't you believe me?"

I smiled and said, "Yes, I believe you."

Little Snowball said, "No, you still don't believe me."

I said, "I really believe you."

Little Snowball bit her lip and didn't say anything more. Her big eyes rolled around a few times, and then she pointed to my shirt and said, "Big brother, your clothes are dirty. Take them off and I'll wash them for you. I know how to wash clothes."

My shirt had been soaked by her crying, and there was still a small tear stain on it. I waved my hand and said, "No need, it's not dirty, it's fine."

"Just wash it, it'll be done quickly in the washing machine, and I'll iron it for you afterwards. Little Snowball can do all these things," Little Snowball said, shaking my hand affectionately.

I said, "What will I wear after washing it? I only have this one shirt on."

Little Snowball said, "It's okay, there's a spin dryer, it'll dry quickly. I'll find you a change."

I couldn't resist Little Snowball's persistent pleading, so I had to take off my shirt. Little Snowball put my shirt in the washing machine, then found a men's shirt and handed it to me, saying, "Big brother, wear this one, it's new, you've never worn it before."

"Okay, thank you." I took it and was about to put it on when Little Snowball suddenly said, "Hey, big brother, you have a mole?"

I said, "Yes, why?"

Little Snowball said, "I don't have one."

I said, "That's impossible, everyone has moles."

"Really, I don't have any, look if you don't believe me." As she spoke, she turned her back and took off her top.

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