[Xiaoyu's Diary] (31-33)

Author: Xiaoyu
Word Count: 4586
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... She looked 　　exceptionally radiant and beautiful. 　　Her large, watery eyes looked at me, and she greeted me with a slightly nervous smile. I smiled and started chatting with her 　　. I asked, "Excuse me, what class are you in? What's your name?" She replied, "I'm in Class 6-2. My name is Feng Yanzhuo. 　　You can call me Zhuozhuo, teacher." I said, "Zhuozhuo, that's a very nice name. Teacher, why did you come to see me 　　?" 　　She suddenly became a little timid and said, "Teacher, this is a letter from my grandfather. He said that after you read it, he'll give me 　　something to take to him." I asked with suspicion, "Really? Where's the letter?" Zhuozhuo quickly handed me a folded 　　letter. I took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a photograph and a letter. I took it out, and when I 　　saw the photograph, I was shocked, and beads of sweat involuntarily rolled down my cheeks. 　　The photograph showed my grandfather holding me and kissing in the woods. Although it wasn't very clear, it was enough to recognize 　　my grandfather and me. I looked up at the girl, but she didn't look at me. I quickly put the photo away and said to the girl, "Zhuozhuo, 　　go sit across from the teacher for a while, I'll finish reading it soon." So the girl sat across from me, and I opened the letter 　　. Lines of neat but not very good handwriting came into view. The letter read, "My dearest Xiaoyu, I'm 　　very disappointed that I haven't received your calls or messages these past two days, but my love and longing for you have only deepened. If you see the photo, 　　don't be surprised; I found it and took it by accident. Now I also know that the person holding you is your father-in-law. 　　I don't want to threaten you or your family. I just like you and love you. I have no other thoughts or demands. 　　I hope you can contact me. This morning I saw you wearing a red floral dress and flesh-colored stockings. You 　　looked so beautiful; I stared at you for a long time, unable to bear leaving." "I hope you can give me these stockings and the panties I'm wearing today. 　　I hope you can grant me this small wish. Remember to give them to Zhuozhuo. Thank you, my little Yu baby 　　. Love, Uncle Feng." 　　I blushed after reading this, not only because of shyness but also because of anger. How could he do this? I put the letter away 　　and looked up at the pretty girl opposite me. I thought for a moment and decided to agree to his request. After all, he hadn't 　　done anything to me, so I might as well take it. My underwear and stockings had already been played with countless times by my father-in-law and godfather. 　　So I said to the girl, "Zhuozhuo, wait a moment, I'll go get something. Wait for me here." 　　The girl agreed. I got up, picked up a file folder, and went into the bathroom. I slowly took off the stockings, 　　feeling a strange sense of grievance. How could he be so mean? After taking off the stockings, I quickly took off my leopard-print 　　silk panties, folded the panties and stockings, put them in the file folder, and tied them with thread. 　　Stepping out of the restroom, I suddenly felt a chill in my lower body, and my buttocks felt empty and cold. I realized this was the first 　　time I'd gone to school without underwear, and a blush crept across my face. I hurried back to my office and handed the bag to the girl, 　　saying, "Zhuozhuo, give this to Grandpa. Don't open it, okay?" The girl nodded quickly, saying, "Okay, Teacher Xiaoyu 　　, I'm leaving now." I said, "Okay, go ahead." 　　Watching the girl's retreating figure, I felt a mix of emotions, as if a bottle of mixed feelings had been shattered. Was it shame, 　　resentment, grievance, or even a tiny bit of narcissism and a small sense of joy? For some reason, I opened 　　the drawer again, took out the photo, glanced at it a few times, and wondered what to do. So I put it in an envelope and threw it into my bag. I 　　hadn't worn underwear all afternoon, and whenever my colleagues were around, I would nervously clench my legs, doing so 　　countless times throughout the afternoon, and my lower body remained constantly wet. Finally, the workday ended, but once again I nervously navigated through 　　the crowds of people picking up their children, my heart pounding. A mix of shyness and trepidation filled me as I boarded the bus home. 　　Once on board, I noticed there was still a window seat in the last row, so I quickly went to sit down. After two stops, the bus was already 　　packed, a truly crammed situation. Sitting in front of me were two teenage girls, talking about their 　　male classmates and their teacher. I thought to myself, kids these days are so precocious; they're already talking about boys at such a young age. 　　Just as I was listening intently to their conversation, I felt someone touch my leg. I jerked 　　my leg back nervously and quickly looked to the side. 　　Next to me sat a man who looked to be about 40 years old. His hair was shiny and styled with hair wax, emitting a strong 　　fragrance. He wore a short-sleeved shirt, dress pants, and gleaming leather shoes. He carried 　　a large backpack in front of him, and wore flat, black-rimmed glasses. His eyes were small, and he appeared to be a 　　rather refined middle-aged man. 　　Just as I was looking at him, he gave me a lewd smile. I quickly looked away, tugged at my 　　skirt, and looked out the window at the bustling street. The sky was gradually darkening, and I started to feel sleepy, 　　leaning against the window in a daze. The bus was swaying and the traffic was frustrating; what should have been a half-hour 　　journey had already taken an hour before we were even halfway there. 　　Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly felt a hand touch my thigh again. I 　　sat up straight and found that the hand was rubbing against my leg. I turned to look at the middle-aged man, who was 　　grinning lewdly. I grabbed his hand, but he put a finger to his lips, signaling me not to make 　　a sound. 　　I felt scared and nervous, and my hand trembled as I gripped his. He used his backpack to cover his...

One hand reached out and squeezed my breast with the other. I quickly grabbed his other hand, and
he pulled it back, signaling me again to be quiet.
The movement was a bit too forceful, and one of the two girls in front of us turned to look. I quickly let go. He ,
however, continued his lewd actions without restraint. The girl saw me and said, "Hello, teacher." I smiled and said, "Hello,
classmate."
The middle-aged man next to me saw this and increased the pressure on my breast, then used his backpack to cover my chest,
rubbing it wantonly. The stimulating sensation kept washing over me, and my lower body was wet and leaking fluid. At this moment,
his hand reached inside my skirt, touching my thigh, sliding back and forth, slowly moving towards my genitals,
his fingers touching my pubic hair. He looked at me with surprise and a wicked smile; he hadn't expected me to be without underwear.
Chapter Thirty-Two
I quickly squeezed my legs together and pressed my hands against my genitals. He laboriously inserted his fingers into my vagina, one finger
sliding along my labia until it reached the inside, where the moisture inside coated his finger. He forcefully pushed his entire hand
inside, finally spreading my legs apart with his fingers. He carelessly manipulated my genitals with his hand, oblivious to everyone around him. I
gritted my teeth, furrowed my brow, and the thought of being caught without underwear instantly crushed my shame.
He quickened his pace, flicking my clitoris. I stretched my legs out, one hand gripping his arm tightly
, the other clutching my skirt, pulling it down. Waves of stimulation washed over me, and my vagina was already
overflowing with moisture. The friction between his fingers and my labia sent shivers of pleasure through me, incredibly uncomfortable, yet
I couldn't make a sound.
Just as I was about to climax, I pressed his hand down firmly. The train's announcement came over the loudspeaker that we had arrived at
our stop, and I quickly got up and walked towards the door. The middle-aged man pinched my buttocks. I quickly got out of
the car and straightened my skirt.
A gust of wind blew by, and I felt a chill on my genitals and buttocks. I wondered if this was my
day of suffering. Why did I always run into these people? Was I really that attractive? I walked and thought
, and as I walked and thought, it got dark. I walked home wearily.
Chapter Thirty-Three
It had been three days since I took the girl's underwear and socks. I still often saw her at school. Her eyes
always darted around, and I didn't actively seek her out.
In the afternoon, just before school ended, Zhuozhuo came to my office again. I saw her
wearing the same white shirt and plaid skirt, but now she was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose. She softly called out, "Hello, teacher."
Seeing it was her, I quickly said, "Come in, Zhuozhuo." The girl walked quietly to me, holding a
paper bag. Her face flushed, she said, "Teacher Xiaoyu, this is something my grandfather asked me to bring for you."
I took the bag, opened it, and took out what was inside. I found a pack of pantyhose. Nervously,
I put them back in the bag. Then I pulled out a cartoon-themed bag, opened it, and my face immediately turned red. Inside were
many colorful lace panties. I glanced at the girl and saw that she was also standing there, her face red
, staring at the bag in my hand.
I quickly put it away and noticed a letter at the bottom of the bag. I took out the letter and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper
that read, "My dearest baby, thank you for sending me your underwear. I cherish it and carry it with me every day
, playing with it and falling asleep to your scent. Your fragrance fascinates me, and everything about you captivates me. I feel bad about
just taking it without giving anything back, so I bought some stockings and underwear for Zhuozhuo to bring to you. I hope you'll accept this small token of my affection. Also
, I sincerely hope you can contact me. Could you please give me your phone number and write it down so Zhuozhuo can give it to me
? Uncle is truly infatuated with you, and I hope you can understand my love for you. I also have a little surprise for you. Zhuozhuo
might be embarrassed to see you wearing your stockings today. Don't think I'm being mean; I just want you to feel excited
, to feel that being with me is new and exciting. Well, I sincerely hope we can chat
and sit together. I'm waiting for your good news. Love, Uncle."
I folded the letter and looked at Zhuozhuo. My gaze lingered on the thin stockings on her legs, my heart pounding with a mixture of
excitement and shyness. Embarrassed, I picked up a pen, wrote my phone number on a sticky note, and handed it to
Zhuozhuo. Zhuozhuo took the note and quickly said goodbye, but I hurriedly said, "Zhuozhuo, wait a minute, go close the door, I
have something to tell you."
Zhuozhuo closed the door and came back to my side. Looking at her little face, as red as an apple, I said to her, "Zhuozhuo,
do you know what Grandpa brought me?" She nodded and said she knew. "I ask you again, do you know
why Grandpa gave me these things?"
Her face turned even redder, and she slowly said, "Because last time I gave Grandpa stockings and underwear, Grandpa said
he wanted to give them back to me." My heart tightened, and I quickly asked, "Did you open and look at the things I gave Grandpa last time?"
Zhuozhuo nodded in agreement. Looking at her embarrassed expression, I asked again, "Do you know what Grandpa
did with these things from me?" Zhuozhuo said, "Grandpa smelled them and played with them." I was immediately shocked, as if struck by lightning. I said,
"Your grandpa did that right in front of you!" Zhuozhuo nodded in agreement.
The teacher asked, "Do you live alone with your grandfather? What about your parents?" Zhuozhuo timidly replied, "My father
passed away, and my mother is busy with work, so my grandfather takes care of me."
My heart sank. I reached out and took Zhuozhuo's hand; her slender little hand was ice-cold. I
said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. Are you wearing the socks I took off the other day?" Zhuozhuo said
, "Yes, my grandfather made me wear them." I then asked, "Did your grandfather smell or play with your socks and feet
?" Zhuozhuo blushed and said shyly, "Yes." My feelings were complicated at that moment. Thinking of the uncle's face,
he really was a sock fetishist, liking even his own granddaughter's socks so much. Sigh.
I looked at Zhuozhuo and said, "Zhuozhuo, this is a secret between your teacher, you, and your grandfather. You can't
tell anyone, not even the person you trust most, understand? In the future, you can talk to your teacher about anything, whether it's about
life or studies. Your teacher will try her best to help you. Would you like to be my best friend?"
Zhuozhuo looked at me with her big eyes, gave a slight smile, and said, "Yes, teacher, I would."
I smiled and said, "Okay, Zhuozhuo, let's stop here for today. You can go home now; your teacher is
getting off work soon. I'll take you to my house sometime."
She nodded eagerly in agreement. After work, with mixed feelings—thinking about Uncle Feng, Zhuozhuo, and everything that
had happened to me these past few days—I hurriedly took my daughter home. When I got home, I saw my father-in-law and godfather
chatting. I smiled and said to my godfather, "Godfather, you had time to come today?" My godfather smiled and said, "Yes, I didn't
miss your dad, so I came to see you." My daughter pouted and said, "Grandpa doesn't miss me at all." My godfather
chuckled and took out a Barbie doll set from behind him, handing it to my daughter and saying, "How could Grandpa forget
his little princess? Here, this is for you."
My daughter happily took it and said, "Thank you, Grandpa." My godfather quickly pointed to his face and said, "I'm still missing
a kiss!" My daughter playfully kissed my godfather's cheek and ran to the bedroom to play with the dolls. My father-in-law also
went to my daughter's room. When my godfather saw that it was just the two of us, he hugged my waist and kissed my lips,
saying, "Little vixen, I missed you so much." I returned his kisses, exchanging saliva, and laughed, saying, "You
missed me but didn't come to pick me up."
My godfather said, "I've been busy these past few days, and I haven't seen your dad much. I'm not busy these days, so I came to pick you up
." I said, "Okay, thank you for your thoughtfulness, godfather. Take me out to eat." My godfather said, "Okay, but you have to let
godfather pamper you tonight." I gave him a good pounding with my fists, and he dodged. I said, "I'm going to change my clothes." My godfather patted my
bottom and said, "Go ahead."
I went back to my room, chased away my daughter and father-in-law, and changed into a white dress with green flowers, flesh-colored stockings, and
white high sandals. I comforted my daughter, secretly kissed my father-in-law goodbye, and then got into my godfather's car
, heading towards the bustling commercial street. The street was already brightly lit, full of charm, and the dazzling neon
lights shone on my and my godfather's faces.

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