[International Student Diary] [1-3] [Author: TONY]

International Student Diary

Spokesperson: Tony

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International Student Diary (1) July 29th

My name is Tony. After failing the college entrance exam for the third time three years ago, my dad sent me to study in Canada.

The life of an international student is not bad. There are no girls everywhere like in Taiwan. However, since everyone in my circle of friends has a good family background, everyone lives a luxurious life. I don't know if it's because rich people marry beautiful wives or because brand-name cosmetics and clothes make girls beautiful. The female international students here are all considered high-class girls in Taiwan. Their faces and figures are all above standard.

Perhaps it was fate. Since I moved out of the school dormitory three years ago, I, who didn't have a girlfriend, rented a two-story luxury apartment with a girl from Taiwan (because I couldn't find any other Taiwanese people who wanted to move). Since the door faces the swimming pool, I often see hot foreign girls wearing bikinis sunbathing. Occasionally, I can feast my eyes on them. I also have a cute female roommate when I go home. At that time, I was already very satisfied.

Because I enjoy cooking and have a good personality, I lived with two female roommates after my first roommate moved out (it seems my first roommate had a good impression of me). However, two months before my second roommate moved out, I... broke up with my boyfriend! The idea of pure love I once believed in seems like a myth to me now. Under the pressure of heartbreak, I decided to visit a professional prostitute to see what women were really like.

After my first experience with a woman's body, my need for women grew stronger, and my ideal of love gradually turned into a lustful desire. But since I was abroad and didn't like foreign women, after visiting a few professional prostitutes, I gradually lost interest. What I wanted was young and beautiful bodies. Seeing the rampant prostitution online made me resent being in Canada, stuck abroad due to military service. Driven by lust, I gradually discovered that there was a high-class woman right beside me.

My third roommate was named Vivibn. She was 168cm tall and weighed 45kg. She looked quite like Kyoko Fukada. With an angelic face and a devilish figure, plus her family being among the top international students in our area, she had quite a few suitors. She drove the Porsche her father bought her and lived in a luxury apartment with a monthly rent of over 30,000 NTD, living a carefree life.

However, this didn't last long. A somewhat obsessive and persistent mainland Chinese student fell for her. He would often stand outside her window late at night, peeping inside, writing her obscene letters, and making harassing phone calls. She was so scared that she called the police, but the mainland student would reappear within days. Just when she was at her wit's end, she happened to talk to my second roommate about it, and that's how she became my third roommate, and I became her roommate and bodyguard.

For the first few weeks after she moved in, that mainland student reappeared downstairs at my apartment. Thanks to my 185cm height and the physique I'd developed from regular gym workouts, the skinny mainland guy quickly disappeared... She was overjoyed and even bought me a designer belt. However, for me, the end of this incident was just the beginning of a gradual change in my feelings.

With the help of some of my former friends in Taiwan, they sent me the so-called "rape pill FM2" mixed in vitamins. When I received the package, my excitement almost made me forget my plan. First, I mixed a small amount of the pill into her drink and had her drink it before bed. Several minutes later, I called her room to confirm if the drug had truly rendered her unconscious.

Sure enough, I called, knocked, and even used my spare key to enter her room (which she hadn't locked) and shook her vigorously, but she didn't wake up. My excitement grew, and looking at her sweet and lovely face, I couldn't resist hugging her and kissing her. Her soft, small lips, her smooth tongue, and her intoxicating fragrance almost made me lose my mind. <9972br/>
When I realized it, my hand was already inside her clothes, gently cupping her soft breasts. After getting up to make sure I hadn't missed anything suspicious, I quietly closed the door and then called her every half hour to check the strength of the drug and her reaction.

Finally, the day of the actual event arrived...

As was her habit, every Saturday morning she would go to the gym to work out, drink a glass of milk, eat some salad, and then change into her scantily clad bikini to sunbathe by the pool downstairs. I had drunk a can of opened milk down to one and a half glasses beforehand, then added FM2, which would make her sleep for three hours, and told her I was going out soon. Not long after, I heard her coming downstairs.

I opened the refrigerator; the milk was all gone. Then I went downstairs, said goodbye to my lovely roommate, drove around in my BMW for about ten minutes, and then went home.

I shook my roommate by the pool, but there was no response. The drug had clearly taken full effect. Without a word, I picked her up and carried her inside. Honestly, hugging a woman in a bikini felt no different than hugging a naked woman. I'd only taken a few steps when my penis was already pressing against my pants, making me quite uncomfortable.

Inside the room, I placed her on the bed where I'd just washed the sheets (to avoid leaving a smell). Looking at her sweet smile and her slender figure in the bikini, my heart raced faster and faster. First, I held her in my arms, reliving the old days by savoring her sweet lips again. At the same time, my hands easily unhooked the bikini, which barely covered her, and then my hands touched her breasts after removing the swimsuit. Her soft breasts were neither too big nor too small, just the right size for one in each hand. Perhaps because she exercised regularly, her waist seemed a bit thinner than those of professional breastfeeding mothers, around 23-24 cm. Besides being soft and delicate, her skin and breasts seemed to have an added elasticity. Her firm breasts and two pink nipples became the next targets of my tongue.

I stuck out my tongue, licking and sucking on her tender white breasts. I used the tip of my tongue to lick along the pink areolas, along the small circles, and finally I took her nipples into my mouth, teasing and sucking them with the tip of my tongue. I felt Vivibn's nipples slowly harden in my mouth.

As I licked, I suddenly wrapped my arms around her waist, burying my face between her breasts, my chest and her abdomen pressed tightly together. Except for the slight tickling sensation from her soft, fine pubic hair on my chest, I wished time could stand still at this moment. After a minute, I looked up at her sleeping face, couldn't resist kissing her long eyelashes, and then once again savored her sweet lips.

After a while, my erect penis, which had been standing erect for a long time, made me impatient. I turned Vivibn over so she was lying face down, and placed her head between my thighs. Then, I carefully lifted her head and accurately inserted my penis into her warm little mouth. I slowly moved in and out of her mouth. But this didn't bring me to orgasm. I held her head with both hands and rocked it up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. Her warm little mouth, combined with the rhythmic thrusts, was stimulating. Her warm, soft tongue touched my glans, making me more and more excited.

So, I picked Vivibn up again, so she was lying face down on me with her back up. Then, I lifted her buttocks and buried my head between her legs. Looking at her high, upturned buttocks, her snow-white thighs, and her beautiful curves, I was burning with desire.

I used my right index and middle fingers to roughly caress her still-closed vulva through her swim trunks. My fingers stroked back and forth along the tightly closed slit of flesh, and then I touched a small protrusion. I gently rubbed it with my fingers, and then pressed it down hard. I felt Vivibn's body move, and a faint moan escaped from her unconscious mouth, as if she had experienced intense pleasure.

My other hand, naturally unable to resist the urge, rubbed Vivibn's buttocks. The exquisite elasticity and wonderful feel were truly irresistible.

So, I slipped my fingers along the seam of her swim trunks, stroking her vulva repeatedly, focusing particularly on her sensitive clitoris, teasing and flicking it lightly. Meanwhile, my other hand slowly inserted my index finger into her anus through her underwear, then withdrew. Under this focused ontimacy, Vivibn's body trembled slightly, and a large amount of vaginal fluid slowly flowed from her still-closed vulva, wetting my fingers and the bottom of her swim trunks.

Then I pulled down her swim trunks, revealing her pink, half-open vulva. To get a better look at her vulva, I placed a pillow under her buttocks, elevating her genitals for a clearer view. Next, I inserted my index finger into her flower bush, then switched fingers and inserted my index finger into her anus. Her body twitched at the same time, but the drug was very strong, and she didn't wake up. However, she must have still felt something while unconscious. Then I inserted my thumb into her vagina and made piston-like movements back and forth.

Next, I inserted my purplish-red glans into Vivibn's warm little hole. Although it was tight, with the lubrication of her love juice, even though my penis was slightly larger, it gradually became easier to move. As I moved, I played with her beautiful breasts with both hands, pressing her erect nipples with two index fingers, and my lower body moved more violently. During the movements, I looked at her sleeping face. Her delicate eyebrows seemed to twitch slightly because of the sensations in her body, making her even more beautiful and charming.

After many thrusts, I pulled my penis, still wet with love juice, out of her warm little hole, turned her over so that she was face down, and then pulled her round buttocks to the edge of the bed, looking at her naked body from behind. Her round buttocks and slender waist, combined with the fact that her vagina, which I had just penetrated, was now overflowing with even more love juice than before, made me unable to resist wrapping my left arm around her waist again, while my right hand grasped my love-scented penis and thrust it into her vagina once more.

Next, I grabbed her firm breasts with both hands, embraced her from behind, and thrust into her for a while. Her soft, long hair emitted a captivating fragrance. Then, I pressed my hands against her round buttocks and began thrusting again.

From this angle, I could see my penis filling and then pulling out of her pink vagina, the veins on it glistening with the love juice secreted from her opening. As I thrust, my hands pressed against her round, elastic buttocks, pushing them in sync with the thrusting of my penis. As I pushed, my thumb touched her anus. Driven by curiosity, I gently parted her chrysanthemum with my thumb while thrusting. Because I didn't dare use too much force, and was busy thrusting in and out of her wet vagina, I couldn't see much. Suddenly, I remembered that my right index finger had been inside her wet vagina, covered in slippery love juice. Without thinking, I inserted my index finger into her anus.

Suddenly, her vagina contracted. For me, who was thrusting into her vagina, this contraction was a pleasurable stimulation. So I gently stirred my index finger inside her anus, and as I expected, her vagina contracted in waves. At this moment, I thrust even more vigorously. Stimulated by all sides, I thrust for another four or five minutes before pulling my penis out of her throbbing vagina, spraying my thick semen onto her round buttocks and slender waist. An intense feeling of pleasure washed over me.

After wiping her body clean with hot water, my penis, uncooperatively, became erect again. Looking at the time, more than two hours had passed. Normally, one round would take at least an hour, so there wasn't enough time. But I really wanted it, so I decided to put my left arm around her waist, occasionally teasing her clitoris and labia with my fingers, then bury my head in her firm breasts, gently biting them with my mouth, teasing her pink nipples with my tongue, while my right hand continuously stroked my penis. A few minutes later, I ejaculated again.

Carefully putting her bikini back on, I carried her back to her sun lounger. Looking at her still-sleeping face, I couldn't resist kissing her cheek again. Then I drove my car to a nearby cafe, ordered a drink, and gazed at the sky, reminiscing about the thrills of the moment.

A little over an hour later, I called home. Vivibn answered, and I even asked if she wanted me to buy her a bento box.

When I got home, I said to her, "The sun wasn't very strong today, but I didn't expect you to get a tan!"

She smiled and said, "Really? I don't think I got any sun (duh, we don't get much sun when we exercise, I'm not an exhibitionist), do you really think I did?" But I slept for a really long time~~"

International Student Diary (2) August 3rd

Since I used the effects of FM2 to get my hot roommate Vivibn, I've done it with her several more times in the past few weeks. She used to only sunbathe once every two or three weeks, but I don't know if it's because I always moved her home for bed exercises and she didn't get very tanned, or if she felt particularly energetic after a good night's sleep (it's all about yin and yang balance), but recently she's been sunbathing every week, and I've been happily giving her "massages" and "maintenances" regularly... After several weeks, I feel that Vivibn is getting more and more beautiful after being moisturized. Her alluring eyes, brimming with spring-like charm, made her increasingly captivating. If it weren't for her disapproving attitude towards money, making me think such a girl would be troublesome to marry, I might have considered pursuing her. However, seeing that two- or three-thousand-dollar TV in her living room, the thought was quickly dismissed.

Although my family is considered wealthy, I'm relatively frugal. They have tens of millions in the bank, allowing me to collect the interest each month for living expenses, unlike her boundless spending habits (my family only asks if I'm doing well, never questions how much I spend). But compared to the average student, I'm doing quite well… at least I can save enough for two or three months of summer vacation. I'm taking my younger sister to Hawaii for a trip.

Speaking of Hawaii, it reminds me of a romantic story from about six months ago... She, Hitomi, is a Japanese student at the University of Tokyo studying at a language school in Canada. I met her at a friend's birthday party. Since my friend had just graduated from language school, she knew some other students there.

At the language school, while there weren't as many Taiwanese students as Japanese, most Taiwanese were there to study for several years and get a degree, so everyone had to travel in a car. Meanwhile, the Japanese students on short-term study tours could only watch helplessly as the Taiwanese students roamed around like a pack of bikers. The entire convoy roared away, carrying away beautiful Japanese girls...

I spotted her from afar in the crowd. Youthful and beautiful, with fair skin and bright, star-like eyes, she stood out from the crowd... Soon, she noticed me staring at her, and smiled slightly at me. That smile is still etched in my memory, so captivating.

During the birthday song at the dance, I subtly moved closer to her, deliberately helping to distribute the cake, and then started talking to her while handing her some.

"Do you have fruit on your plate?" "I asked.

She replied in near-American standard English, 'Sure, I really like peaches...' Then we started chatting about all sorts of things.

I was surprised that her English had no Japanese accent at all, and her English seemed better than mine after years of studying in the US. When I kept pressing her for answers, she always gave me evasive answers: 'I did well in school,' 'I had good teachers,'... Finally, when I asked her which school she attended in Japan, she hesitated.

'The University of Tokyo,' she told me after I pressed her, then added, 'I hope this is a secret between the two of us, okay?' She seemed to not want Taiwanese people to know about her school."

Within the Japanese group, because she was a student at the University of Tokyo, she was almost treated as an unapproachable figure. For us Taiwanese, the University of Tokyo was just a good school, nothing particularly different, but it seemed to the Japanese weren't so simple. However, one thing was certain: a few Taiwanese students still in language school, judging purely by her appearance, had invited this aloof beauty over.

"No wonder no Japanese girls came to chat with me!" I thought to myself.

She looked a little anxious, as if worried about something.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked.

"Do you... dislike students from the University of Tokyo?" she asked, her expression a little tense.

"Dislike? Why?"

After talking with her in detail, I gradually understood her situation. It turned out that she wasn't good at initiating conversations, and because she was a student at the University of Tokyo, she had spent almost every day alone in the two weeks she had been in the US. Every day after class, she would slowly walk to the campus, take the peanuts she had bought, and quietly sit on a long bench to feed the squirrels running around the campus...

At this point, she suddenly looked up at me, then blushed slightly and lowered her head again: "You... are the first friend I made in America..."

Looking at her slightly red ears, I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart.

"It's my honor," I said. "However, it seems we don't know each other's names yet! My name is Tony, and since we Taiwanese are used to using English names abroad, you can just call me Tony! What about you?"

"You have a car?" She seemed unaware that Taiwanese students usually have cars.

"Yes! Can I drive you home later?" Seeing that the PBRTY was about to end, I wanted to seize the opportunity.

"...Um...thank you." Tongzi's face turned red again.

Before leaving, my friend pulled me aside: "Damn it! You're quick! You've already met the ice queen of our school." Peter kicked me.

"It's alright~" I chuckled dryly: "I'll treat you to dinner another day, okay?"

"You're a good kid, but let me advise you first! Don't take the Japanese girl too seriously, she's going back soon."

"I'll try~ I'll try~" I smiled, said goodbye, and pulled Hitomi out of PBRTY.

International Student Diary (3) August 3rd

"Is this... your car?" Hitomi seemed a little surprised by my BMW. "Aren't you a student?" she asked.

She seemed to be thinking about something the whole way and didn't say a word. I think it was probably about the car!

"Don't you think driving a BMW is bad?" I looked at her.

"But... you're just a student in your early twenties, it seems... we're from different worlds." She seemed a little frustrated.
"Silly girl, aren't you also a student at Tokyo University? Does that mean I have to idolize you too?!" I gently tapped her forehead. "Besides, the tax on cars brought back to Taiwan by international students isn't high, it's much cheaper than in Taiwan. After driving it for a few years, you can even make a profit selling it back in Taiwan!" I desperately tried to explain.

"I just want to earn some money to help my family with my tuition fees. My family is only middle-class."

"Look at what I'm wearing, it's not even a designer brand! It doesn't even have a brand name, just a shirt that costs a few dozen dollars!

If I had money, I'd at least wear something with a queen's head or D&G on it!"

(Thank goodness, the Versus shirt I'm wearing today only has words on the buttons. Just kidding, how can Pbrty not wear a "battle robe" to party...)

"But I think your clothes are quite unique!" Hitomi wavered a little. - "Unique?" Taiwan's most distinctive feature is its piracy. What appears at the Paris Fashion Show today is being sold in a Taiwanese night market tomorrow. Feel this fabric; it even feels a bit like plastic! It was $40 (missing a zero, but mathematically, zero means nothing), and I even bargained the vendor down to $35! I think it's a bit expensive…”

Luckily, it was nighttime, making it easier for me to fool her; otherwise, if she saw my sneaky look, she'd probably be exposed.

“Pfft!” She couldn't help but laugh: “Bargaining? How do you bargain?” She seemed to have no concept of Taiwanese night markets.

With my gesturing explanation, we gradually arrived at her hostel's house (I had taken a much longer route).

“Would you… like to be my friend for practicing English conversation?” At the alleyway leading to her house, she asked hesitantly, “You're a university student here, and your English is very good. Could you give me a chance to practice?” "She seemed a little nervous.

(Saying my English is worse than a Tokyo University student? She might believe it, but I don't!) 'No problem, I just started my spring break today. If you're free, let's meet up for coffee and a chat.

Okay?'

(I'm so annoyed! I was just planning to find an excuse to ask for her phone number before getting off the bus! Who cares about her English level.) 'Here are my cell phone and home phone number…' I pulled out a pre-printed business card with the speed of a cowboy drawing his gun: 'I'm free tomorrow, give me your number, okay?'

After watching her walk into the house, I happily sped my car up to top speed (it felt so good!) and drove home.

The next day…

Usually, I'd browse the internet when I had nothing to do, but today, waiting for Hitomi's call (my cell phone sometimes has bad reception), I'd been bored since I woke up.

'I'll go do the laundry…' Just as I was thinking this, the phone on the bedside table rang.

'Hello~ Is Tony there?'" "It's Hitomi calling. Her voice is soft and gentle, very pleasant.

'This is me. Hitomi, right? How are you?' I used all my willpower to steady my trembling voice.

'I'm fine, thank you. And you?' (Fine, thanks you you?) It feels like we're recording a dialogue from a middle school English textbook! >-<

'Are you free this afternoon? Want to chat?' I asked. (Of course! Otherwise, why would my sister call?)

'Sure~ Is that convenient for you?' She seemed a little happy, 'I've never been to a coffee shop here before!' she continued.

'Of course I'm free! I'll pick you up in an hour, okay?' I said.

'Well... see you later!'" "

Forty-five minutes later, I appeared in front of her house wearing a Nike jacket (I absolutely couldn't wear my battle attire, at least my sister would misunderstand).

'Ding-dong~'

She poked her head out of the window and said to me, 'Wait for me, I'll be right there...'

Three minutes later, she came out carrying a small bag. Under the sun, she left an even deeper impression on me than she had the night before. Her white dress, her jet-black, shiny hair, and her pair of bright, intelligent eyes made her seem like a playful elf under the Canadian sky. Her nickname at the language school, 'Ice Queen,' seemed a bit out of place. (Perhaps those younger students' English wasn't good enough; they ran into trouble after just a couple of sentences.)

'Do you think I'm dressed strangely?' she asked, a little stunned and worried, when she saw me looking at her."

"Yes, you look much better than last night!" I was being quite obsequious. Since having a female roommate, I've learned a few truths:

1. Be naive. If she says Hello Kitty, you should talk about Cool Penguin.

2. As long as the girl likes you, no matter how flattering or obsequious you are, she won't find it disgusting.

"Really?" She lowered her head shyly.

(So satisfying! I love girls who are smart, quick-witted, and shy. The Taiwanese girls here are all like seasoned veterans; if I say one thing, she'll say three. Long live Japanese girls! ~~)

In a lakeside open-air café, a cool breeze blew in my face, the warm sun and the beautiful girl beside me made me feel that life couldn't be happier. During an afternoon of casual conversation, I gradually got to know her personality, and of course, I paved the way for the next time and even the time after that to ask her out (she just arrived with a lot of documents to handle).

Then I suddenly remembered what my roommate Jenny had said: "If a girl is interested in you, she'll find a way to give you opportunities to ask her out. For example, she might hint that she needs help and ask you to 'voluntarily' help her..."

Through these various overt help-seeking and covert dates, we gradually fell in love.

The first time I kissed her was after watching a movie when I took her to the river to see the stars... When I kissed her, she seemed like a startled kitten; her body shrank back a little. Her soft, slightly trembling lips, and her sweet, youthful fragrance, made me want to hold her tightly, afraid she would disappear into thin air.

That night, I saw the Milky Way for the first time, just like our relationship, dazzling and radiant.

[To be continued] 7000 words

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