[Urban] Campus Spring Scenery Series (Complete) - 13-15

(IV)

The next morning, I got up early to go to class. Upon entering the classroom, I found that besides Liang Jia, Principal Zhong was also there to observe the class. I composed myself and walked to the podium, saying, “Today we will learn about the composition and decomposition of forces. We know that physics is a science that highly values experimentation, and in this lesson we will explore these laws ourselves through experiments.”

I paused, then continued, “Look at these rubber bands I have here; they are all the same thickness and length. Like springs, rubber bands stretch when stretched, and the length of the stretch is directly proportional to the force applied. This is Hooke's Law, which you all learned in junior high school. Now I need three strong men to come to the blackboard to conduct the experiment for you. Who is willing to volunteer?”

The students laughed, and the atmosphere gradually became lively. The boys eagerly raised their hands, afraid they weren't strong enough. I randomly picked three, then said, “Now we need three beautiful girls to be their assistants. Who is willing?”

The girls were rather shy, and surprisingly, no one raised their hand. I chuckled, "No one volunteered? Are you all being modest, or are you three boys not charming enough?"

Everyone burst into laughter. I waved my hand, "If not, I'll have to take care of it." I

flipped through the attendance sheet, looking for names that sounded like girls: "Pei Li!"

A girl in the front row stood up hesitantly. "Wang Fang!"

Another girl stood up. "One more, Liu Jing!"

A boy stood up, and everyone laughed again. I smiled and said, "Sorry, wrong judgment. Let's try Zhang Linping!"

Finally, all three girls were there. "Alright, these girls, please bring your rulers and protractors."

I tied one end of three rubber bands together and gave the other ends to the three boys. "The three boys can pull their own rubber bands with any force and in any direction. The girls are responsible for recording the length and angle of the rubber band's deformation."

I guided them to draw the data on the blackboard after each set of measurements. The six of them were busy and having a great time, and the students below were also gesturing and pointing, creating a very lively atmosphere. After measuring three sets of data, I stopped and then prompted the class to observe the characteristics of these forces. Soon, a student who had previewed the material discovered that the three forces in each group could form a closed triangle. I immediately affirmed his conclusion, introducing the law of composition and decomposition of forces, and abstracting it mathematically. Finally, I said, "Thank you to these six handsome young men and beautiful young women! Let's give them a round of applause!"

The three men and three women returned to their seats amidst enthusiastic applause, looking quite proud. After assigning homework, class ended.

Principal Zhong came over and shook my hand, saying, "Xiao Xie, not bad! Want to chat in my office?"

"Yes, sure."

I put away my rubber band and saw Liang Jia giving me a thumbs-up from the back of the classroom.

Upon entering the principal's office, he poured me a cup of tea: "Xiao Xie, have a seat."

After I sat down, Principal Zhong smiled and asked, "How are you doing? Are you settling in well?"

"Yes, quite well. I'm sharing a room with Zhao Feng, and he takes good care of me."

"Oh, Zhao Feng is very outgoing and a key young professional. We considered arranging for you to share a room with him. I listened to your lesson and found you to be quick-witted, innovative, and knowledgeable in educational psychology. The lesson was very effective and will have a profound impact on the students. I'm very happy for you."

"Thank you for your encouragement, Principal."

It seemed the principal had a good impression of me.

"Judging from your lesson, I have no worries about your teaching ability. The main reason I called you here was to give you a heads-up: we plan to give you a significant responsibility, appointing you as the school's Youth League Secretary. We thoroughly investigated your department when we accepted you. You've been involved in social work for a long time during your university years and are an outstanding student Party member. Seeing your broad perspective today, we believe you are capable of handling the role."

"Thank you for your trust, but I'm new here and will need your guidance and assistance."

I readily agreed.

Principal Zhong smiled: "That's for sure. We'll give you a boost, after all. From the day you're appointed, you can attend school meetings. There's one more thing: the school is organizing a trip to Hainan for some teachers this Friday, which is tomorrow. The list was finalized last semester, but you weren't here then, so you weren't on it. We'll definitely include you next time; I don't think you'll have any objections."

"Principal, you're too kind. Now is the time for me to get used to this new environment; sightseeing can wait." "

That's good. That's all for now. Do your best. Young man, you have a bright future!"

As the principal got up to see me out, he seemed to remember something: "Oh, have you met Zhong Yun?"

Speaking of Zhong Yun, his face was full of kindness. "Zhong Yun is my daughter. She's twenty-five and still doesn't have a boyfriend. My wife and I are quite worried."

I said, "I haven't met her yet, but I should meet her soon."

I thought to myself, Principal Zhong probably doesn't know that his precious daughter doesn't lack boyfriends, but rather has too many.

********** ... Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello, this is Xie Yuan." "

Yuanzi, this is Liang Jia. Still planning to be my audience? It's not too late to back out now."

"Not at all, where shall we meet?"

We agreed to watch her practice ballet tonight.

"Okay, wait for me downstairs."

"Okay, goodbye."

I hung up the phone and went downstairs to Liang Jia's building. A moment later, I saw her come out of the building entrance. Her hair was piled on top of her head, and she was wearing a black long-sleeved tight-fitting t-shirt with a low neckline, revealing her shapely shoulders.

She wore black tight-fitting leggings, the kind that are smooth as silk. A jacket was tied around her waist, and she was carrying a pair of bright red ballet shoes in her left hand and a backpack in her right. She saw me too and gave me a smile.

"Here, take this."

I took her backpack. "This outfit is very beautiful."

"Thank you. Let's go to the practice room, that way."

Liang Jia pointed south.

Upon entering the practice room, I found it to be a large space with mirrors and bars on two walls, and several mats by the door. Liang Jia opened her bag, found a CD, and handed it to me: "Could you put it in the CD player over there in the corner? I need to change my shoes first."

I saw a black cabinet in the corner, presumably containing a CD player and amplifier. Although I had never used the equipment here before, such simple machines were no challenge for me. After fiddling with them for a bit, soft music began to play.

When I turned around, I was stunned by Liang Jia's beauty and poise. Liang Jia had already assumed her pose, her coat removed and placed aside, her smooth black dress accentuating her perfect curves. Her gaze wasn't on me, but rather followed her fingers as she squatted, stood up, made circles, and stretched her legs, displaying her youthful and vibrant figure with slow, graceful movements. I simply sat down against the wall on the floor, watching her sway gently to the music.

The music was slow, but time seemed to fly by. After one song after another, she finally turned her gaze to me, smiled, squatted down, and made a gesture as if lifting her skirt. The music ended. I knew she was finished, so I clapped loudly.

I went over and handed her a towel, saying, "No wonder I thought you had an extraordinary air about you the first time I saw you; you're a trained dancer. You danced so well, with such grace."

Liang Jia smiled, "You're just an amateur watching. But I usually practice alone, so having you as an audience today makes it feel a bit special."

"Oh? Especially good or especially bad?"

"It should be okay, I was more serious than usual, trying my best to show the beauty of ballet."

"Yes, very beautiful. To be honest, you're beautiful just standing there, like an aura that can infect others."

Liang Jia laughed again, "You really know how to make girls happy."

"Not at all, I mean it sincerely. I had a roommate in college who really knew how to charm girls. His theory was that girls are both emotional and short-sighted, so you just keep weaving one beautiful dream after another for them, and most girls will be immersed in it, regardless of whether you can realize it or not."

"That seems to make sense. He must have been very popular with girls, right?"

"Yeah, one after another, one after another."

"And what about you?"

Liang Jia suddenly stared at me.

"Me?"

I was a little surprised, then said seriously, "I had one, but the relationship broke down."

"She must have been very outstanding, and her personality must have been very strong."

Liang Jia lowered her eyes and said.

I said in surprise, "You're right, it's like you know her."

Liang Jia smiled, "Birds of a feather flock together. Similar people always attract similar people, so if you two are together, she must be pretty good. You're so easygoing, and she still broke up with you, so she must have a strong personality."

I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "You seem to be praising me."

After a pause, I asked her, "What about you? You must have a lot of men pursuing you, right?"

"I've had one relationship. He was a doctor, always hanging out with nurses, and often messed around. I found out and we broke up."

Liang Jia's words corroborated what Xu Linlin had said before; it seems doctors are a high-risk group for infidelity.

"Your lecture today really opened my eyes! Having students do experiments on the spot is one thing, but you even gave the male students doing experiments female secretaries!"

Liang Jia said excitedly.

"Oh, you mean that? Men and women working together makes the work easier. Besides, it's more entertaining."

I replied.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at her building. "Thank you for being my audience. We're going to Hainan tomorrow, so we might not see each other again until next week,"

she said.

"Have fun, take lots of pictures. Get some rest!"

We shook hands goodbye; her hands were very warm.

************ When I returned to the dormitory, I saw Zhao Feng packing his things. "Yuanzi, everyone's going to Hainan tomorrow, are you going too?"

Zhao Feng asked as he stuffed clothes into his bag.

"I just arrived, how could I possibly get such a good opportunity?"

I laughed.

"Our school's benefits are pretty good, you'll definitely be able to join next time, I think it's Jiuzhaigou next time."

"I'm not very interested in traveling. What time are you leaving? When are you coming back?"

"We have to get up very early, leave at 7 am. We'll be back next Monday."

"Have a good time. Oh, by the way, can I use your computer these few days?"

"Go ahead, I don't lock my door."

Zhao Feng was indeed very generous.

(V) Friday, I woke up at 7:30 am, and Zhao Feng had already left. I had just finished washing up and was about to make some breakfast when the phone rang.

"Hello, this is Xie Yuan."

"Yuanzi! It's Xu Linlin."

A crisp, capable voice came through.

"Oh, sister-in-law, good morning!"

I was wondering why she was calling.

"Do you have class today?"

"I don't have class on Friday."

"Great. Do you remember our bet? You owe me twenty-four hours, and I'm going to make you pay it today."

I could hear her smugness in her voice.

"Of course I remember. So when do you plan to start?"

"Eight o'clock. I'll be waiting for you downstairs. Wear dress pants, leather shoes, a shirt, and a tie. Any questions?"

She hung up the phone, leaving me completely bewildered.

I had prepared all those formalities Xu Linlin mentioned for my job interviews, but I never knew how to tie a tie. It was almost eight o'clock, so I grabbed a tie and went downstairs. I didn't see Xu Linlin downstairs. As I looked around, I heard a horn. Looking in the direction of the sound, the window of a champagne-colored Camry slowly rolled down, and Xu Linlin was inside.

"Get in!"

Xu Linlin called to me.

I climbed into the passenger seat, clicking my tongue in admiration, "This car is really nice, spacious and quiet."

I then turned to look at Xu Linlin. She was wearing a dark business suit, her short hair neatly styled. Her eyebrows were probably drawn on, making her look even more dashing, and her lips were lightly glossy, glossy and luscious. She had replaced her ears with pearl earrings, and a string of pearls of the same color hung around her neck.

Xu Linlin saw me move my lips and smiled, "What do you want to say? Just say it, I'm not going to eat you."

"Oh, just four words, a beautiful car and a beautiful woman."

That was the truth.

Xu Linlin ignored my flattery, raised her wrist to check her watch and said, "It's exactly 8:00 AM Beijing time. From now on, you are my slave. You have to do whatever I tell you to do. You can question my orders, but you can't refuse."

She looked smug.

"Understood."

"First, I need to give you a name. How about Ah Huang?"

Xu Linlin grinned mischievously.

"No way, that's a dog's name!"

I protested.

“You’re absolutely right. From the first moment I saw you, I thought you looked just like my dad’s old yellow dog. I’ll call you Ah Huang, no refusing.”

She then tested me: “Ah Huang?”

I rolled my eyes and suddenly barked, startling her. She giggled, then reached out and rubbed my chin: “Ah Huang is so good.”

She then asked, “Wait a minute, Ah Huang, why aren’t you wearing a collar?”

“You mean a tie? I can’t tie a tie myself.”

“Duh. Give me the tie!”

I handed her the tie, and she grabbed my collar, pulled me towards her, stood it up, compared the length, and began tying it deftly. Seeing her focused and beautiful expression, I was almost mesmerized. She finished quickly, then smoothed the tie across my chest. “Ah Huang is quite strong!”

she said, stroking it several times. I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Xu Linlin's hand stopped on my chest, and she laughed again, "Ah Huang is shy, her heart is pounding."

Then, Xu Linlin's smile faded, and she sat down properly, saying, "Alright, let's get down to business. My assistant is on leave today, so your role today is an intern, working as my assistant for the day."

"You mean you're taking me to your company?"

"Yes. We can't be as casual in public as we are in private, so of course I won't call you Ah Huang. Do you have an English name?"

"Yes, it's Shawn, the handsome old man who plays 007."

That's what Zhang Yan gave me.

“Hmm, not bad. My English name is Linda. There are a few things I'll explain to you at the company. Is there anything you want to say, Ah Huang?”

“Yes.”

Then I opened the door, got out of the car, walked around to her side, and opened her car door: “Get out, sit in the back.”

Xu Linlin was a little surprised, but still happily sat in the back. I fastened my seatbelt and glanced at Xu Linlin in the rearview mirror: “Boss Xu, where are we going to mooch off her today?”

“780 Guilin East Road, Longxin Building.”

Then she comfortably closed her eyes to rest, which made me feel very warm. I got my driver's license in college, and practiced driving a manual Beijing Jeep, so driving this automatic Camry was a piece of cake. I grew up in this city and am very familiar with the main roads.

More than ten minutes later, we arrived at Longxin Building, and she opened her eyes to tell me where we parked. I handed her the keys, and she waved them away, saying, "You take them today. You drive very steadily, just like you, making people feel at ease. It's so nice to have someone drive for you."

She led me into the elevator, where she told me that her company occupied three floors, and the customer service department was on the nineteenth floor in the northeast corner. She was now the manager of that department. The company started work at 8:30, and it was only 8:20, so there weren't many people yet. After exiting the elevator, Xu Linlin took out her name tag, swiped it, and entered through the glass doors. She walked through some cubicles to an office. She pointed to a table in front of the door and said, "This is my assistant's desk."

"Should I sit here?"

I asked.

"No. I'll give you special treatment; you can sit in my office."

With that, she opened the door, and the office immediately caught my eye. The room was clearly in a corner of the building, with two full-length glass curtain walls offering views of the distant green mountains and the bustling traffic below. Opposite the door was a large table with a pen holder, a telephone, and an LCD monitor. Next to the door was a round table with three chairs, presumably for small meetings. She took a laptop out of the cabinet and handed it to me: "You sit at this round table and use my laptop."

"What do I need to do?"

I asked, taking the laptop.

Xu Linlin smiled, tilting her head and asking, "What can you do?"

I patted my chest: "From fetching water, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, to everything you can do, I can do it."

It seemed like Yang Yuanqing had said something similar when he first went for his Lenovo interview.

"Wow, quite the boast."

Xu Linlin crossed her arms and said, "Can you have children?"

"That's something that requires cooperation, not something I'm talking about."

I had to make excuses.

"Hmm, I do admire your confidence. How about this, I need to submit this month's customer service report to the company today, can you write it for me?"

"Sure. But I need a few materials,"

my mind raced, "first, your reports from the past three months, second, the department reports from the past three months, and third, your work plan for next month."

"No problem. They're all in my laptop, I'll show you."

Xu Linlin walked to the laptop, bent down, opened her work folder, and showed me the location of the files I needed. Her impressive breasts were right next to my nose, and I couldn't help but glance at them a few more times. After finishing her instructions, Xu Linlin turned and our eyes met. She immediately noticed the strange look in my eyes and puffed out her chest even more: "Look carefully, look closely, look all you want, then get back to work. Got it?"

I nodded repeatedly, startled, and immediately started looking at the screen. I heard Xu Linlin mutter to herself as she walked away: "I called you Ah Huang, and you really are yellow..."

********** At 8:30, Xu Linlin went to a departmental meeting, leaving me alone in her office. I carefully reviewed the materials she gave me, pondered for a while, and came up with some ideas, outlining a few key points.

At this time, Xu Linlin had finished her meeting and entered the office carrying two cups. "Shawn, would you like tea or coffee?"

"Tea."

I waved the outline in my hand at her: "Linda, I'd like to discuss something with you."

"Okay."

Xu Linlin put down her cup and sat down next to me.

“Well, judging from the reports of the past few months, your reports are well-organized and objective, but I feel they are mainly just a collection of facts and data. A report should not only report facts, but also analyze them, draw conclusions, and offer corresponding suggestions.”

Xu Linlin was very interested: “You’re right, go on.”

“Customer service is essentially an interface, and you can see many problems through this interface. For example, I’ve found that if a customer inquires about a technical issue, it’s always transferred to the R&D department. But I’ve seen that about 80% of the questions are very simple; with simple technical training for the operators and the help of online manuals, these problems can be solved. Information that has been filtered by the operators and then transferred to the R&D department is actually much more useful, and it also reduces the company’s overall operating costs.”

“That’s a very good method,”

Xu Linlin nodded repeatedly.

“There are a few more issues like this, which I’ve listed here. I think the original report structure doesn’t need much alteration; just adding a recommendation at the end will suffice. Also, the report has too much text and too few visual elements. I mean charts, graphs, and other things that are immediately clear. A picture is worth a thousand words; visualizing these numbers would be much more vivid and effective, like these pie charts, bar charts, and line graphs.”

Xu Linlin looked me over thoughtfully and walked to the window. “Shawn, what you said is very good. If we do it your way, it will be an excellent report.”

“You seem a little unhappy?”

Xu Linlin said slowly, “No, I’m very happy. I was thinking that I’ve always thought I had strong administrative skills, was decisive and efficient. But listening to you talk about this, I suddenly realized that brute force is far from enough. I haven’t thought enough, and my vision is too narrow. You reminded me that I can’t just look at the efficiency and results of one department; I should consider the whole company and have a big picture perspective. Thank you, Shawn.”

“Capable people usually tend to do more themselves. But as a true leader, you should motivate more people to do what you need to do. You should spend part of your time thinking about plans, part on evaluating talent, and part on mentoring; only a small portion of your time should be spent on specific tasks.”

I took a sip of tea. “It’s easy for me to say this without being in the situation myself. If you have no objections, I’ll start writing the report.”

Xu Linlin nodded and continued to gaze out the window, lost in thought. The sunlight streaming through the window was perfect, framing the entire floor-to-ceiling window like a painting. Xu Linlin, like a figure in a painting, was silhouetted against the sunlight, her beautiful figure outlined. The contrast of light and shadow on her face was striking, her gaze deep and aloof, her brows slightly furrowed, a strand of hair falling beside her ear. A dashing, resolute, even cold and elegant aura emanated from the painting, leaving me slightly stunned.

************************************** I was engrossed in writing my report, and several times Xu Linlin asked if I wanted to eat, but I always said I wasn't hungry. Finally, after finishing proofreading, I let out a long sigh: "Linda, finally finished."

Just then, I heard my stomach rumbling loudly

. Xu Linlin must have heard it too; she chuckled: "You really work yourself to the bone, it's almost three o'clock. Let's go eat." She led me to the revolving restaurant on the top floor, where the view was even more expansive. I ordered a large steak, while she only ordered a borscht and a banana. I was so hungry that I ate non-stop without saying a word. I looked up after finishing the last bone, and saw Xu Linlin smiling at me.

"Hehe, I've made a fool of myself."

I felt a little embarrassed.

“Oh, not at all. I like you like this. You're so focused on your work and meals, you don't treat me like an outsider, you're not pretentious, you're like a real man.”

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I barked softly, and Xu Linlin laughed in response.

Back in the office, Xu Linlin gave me several documents to translate into English. I had been her practice partner when I accompanied Zhang Yan to her TOEFL and GRE exams at school; I was good at both verbal and written translation. These documents were printed and placed on Xu Linlin's desk before the 5 PM closing time.

“Shawn, we're leaving work.”

Xu Linlin picked up her bag from the coat rack, waited for me to pack, and then we left the company together.

“Ah Huang,”

she changed her address once we got into the car, “You did a great job today, I've decided to reward you. Let's go to the No. 1 Department Store.”

Arriving at the No. 1 Department Store, Xu Linlin pulled me straight to the men's section. She borrowed a measuring tape from a sales clerk and said to me, “Stand up straight.”

Then she wrapped the tape around my neck. She was very close; I could feel her breath near my neck. After measuring my neck, she measured my shoulders. When she measured my waist, the measuring tape was wrapped around my back, practically hugging me.

Her chest was pressed against my stomach, and I thought it would be incredibly embarrassing if I had a physical reaction at that moment, so I quickly changed the subject: "Sister-in-law, does Zhao Feng often go shopping with you?"

She replied, "He's a chauvinist; he would never stoop to accompanying me to places like this. After the measurements, your size is perfect, so clothes shouldn't be hard to find."

She compared items at the counter for a while and finally picked out a light blue cotton shirt and a dark red silk tie for me. Then she even dragged me to the women's clothing section and bought herself a pair of black stockings and a pair of high-heeled leather sandals. I didn't argue with her at the checkout because I knew she genuinely wanted to buy them for me.

Leaving the mall, Xu Linlin said, "Ah Huang, let's go back to your doghouse!"

Episode 3, Biology Class 7:

My name is Azhi, and I'm currently a third-year student at a decent local high school, preparing for the joint entrance exam. Speaking of our school, not only is the school atmosphere conservative, but the teachers are also very strict. Furthermore, our school uses a male-female class system.

So, our class is entirely male.

In other words, poor me, from the first year of high school until now, almost two years, I haven't had a single chance to get close to girls, even though the class next door is a girls' class. The students from both classes rarely interact. Uh…or rather…we don't dare.

In my memory, there were a few couples who exchanged affections in the corridor, but under the patrol of the instructors, they all heroically sacrificed their lives for the country.

Since then, no one has dared to cross the line and do anything that the school wouldn't tolerate.

Oh, and by the way, all the subject teachers in my class are men, but what about the teachers next door? That's right, just as you guessed, they're all women.

This school is just that insane.

Our classroom is located in the very corner of the campus, practically next to the wall.

It's a standalone building with five floors. Our classroom is the second to last one on the fifth floor, in the corner. Outside the wall is a large expanse of farmland. Looking out the window, I occasionally see a few farmers working there, which is my only distraction during class.

Although I'm always distracted in class, I always manage to be in the top three after every test, so even though many subject teachers grumble about me, they just go along with it.

In class, I'm considered quite tall and strong, 182 cm tall and 75 kg, a perfect proportion. Plus, I'm a good athlete, so I have some muscles hidden under my clothes.

Even in a uniform, I look imposing.

However, because of this, I became the "textbook" for the girls' class next door.

Although the students from the two classes rarely interact due to school rules... But teachers are different, so our advisor (note: mentor) often agrees to strange conditions and requests from the female teachers next door in order to please them…

Yes, it's about being a 'teaching material'. Whenever the girls' class next door needs to demonstrate a sport in PE class, they ask our advisor to find one of their athletes to demonstrate a more technical move, like a dunk in basketball or a bicycle kick in soccer…

“Uh… Zhi.”

Our advisor patted my shoulder, pulling me back from my reverie as I was staring out the window, about to leap out.

“Huh? Boss, what's up now?” I asked slowly, coming back to my senses.

“Another assignment.” “What assignment?” “The class next door…”

“No way…” Before our advisor could finish, I interrupted, “Another assignment?” "Yeah, yeah, class later..." "

Please, can't I refuse once in a while..." I said weakly. "Demonstrating is tiring." "That teacher always makes me do such difficult demonstrations, I'm not even sure I can succeed 100%." "Besides, I'm so afraid of embarrassing myself!" "And the class is all girls!" I shook my head vigorously. "Boss, you should find someone else!" "Oh dear, you're the most relaxed one in this class, and you're the best at it, you're the perfect choice!"

The teacher gave a sly smile.

"Oh, no way." I refused decisively.

"Don't worry," the teacher patted my shoulder. "The next period isn't PE, you don't have to work so hard."

"Huh?" Thinking about it carefully, the next period really wasn't PE.

"Then what are we doing this time?" "The next period is biology." "Biology?" "Yes, biology." "

As teaching material?" "Yeah, as teaching material," the teacher echoed me, her tone very certain.

"As teaching material...?" I couldn't think of anything difficult to demonstrate in biology...

"Oh, you're asking me? How would I know? I don't teach biology." "Anyway, just hurry up and report to the next class next period."

"But I..." Before I could finish, the teacher pulled me up from my chair, pushed me out the classroom door, and smiled at me with a smug look. "I'll treat you to lunch!"

That damned teacher, always using me as a tool to pick up girls, using me to gain favor with female teachers. You don't deserve to be a teacher... You'll be punished by heaven... "Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

Just as I was muttering curses at this teacher who sold students for her looks, the dreaded school bell rang loudly.

Oh no, class started. Sigh…

Even with a hundred reluctances in my heart, I could only walk step by step towards the girls' classroom next door. Hmm? Strange, the girls' classroom is different from usual?

Pink curtains covered the entire classroom, making it impossible to see inside from the outside. Even if it was sunny today, it shouldn't be so dark inside that we couldn't have a class.

Besides, classes are supposed to be conducted in a well-lit environment…

Filled with questions, I walked to the front door of the classroom and tried to open it. Strangely, no matter how I turned the doorknob… it wouldn't respond. Even the front door was locked… "Knock, knock, knock," I gently knocked on the door. "Snap," the biology teacher opened the door.

"You are…"

The teacher quickly looked me up and down.

"Uh, I am..." "You're the teaching material sent by the teacher next door, right?"

"Ah, yes." "Then come in quickly."

The teacher pulled me into the classroom and locked the door. I turned to face the class, and sure enough, my worst fear came true: a group of forty or fifty girls, over a hundred eyes staring at me, and several girls chatting and laughing inside.

My heart started racing. This must be what people call stage fright...

The female teacher walked to the podium, beckoned to me, and gestured for me to come up.

"Class, do you feel that today's class is different from usual?"

the teacher said with a smile.

"Today we drew the curtains, and we even borrowed a teaching material from the next class. Actually, today, I'm adding a little something new to our traditional teaching style." "And, I've also prepared a new lesson today!"

The teacher winked at me.

With that blink, I couldn't help but shiver...

The female students below the stage were also chatting amongst themselves in twos and threes, occasionally glancing up at me intently, and then "casually" listening to the teacher's words. "Isn't that the boy who demonstrated dunking in PE class before?" "

Yeah, he's good-looking and quite strong too." "

I wish I could be chosen today~" "

Oh, come on, it's definitely me~ Hehehe" I vaguely heard conversations like this...

What were they talking about? What were they choosing?

Another big question mark appeared regarding today's lesson...

As the teacher was preparing to explain today's content, I, standing on the podium, didn't let my eyes rest. I took advantage of this break to carefully scan the female students in the class and found...

the girl named "Wanqi". I had heard her classmates call her that during the previous PE classes. I don't know why, but from the first time I came to this class, I noticed her immediately.

She was very ordinary. But there was something extraordinary about her ordinariness.

Based on my estimation, she was about 169 cm tall, slender, and weighed around 45 kg. She had long, flowing black hair that shone brightly under the fluorescent lights. Her

oval face, framed by bangs, had particularly bright, large eyes.

From my observations, she wasn't very talkative. Even with the whispers of other girls earlier, she remained quiet, so I figured she was the "ice queen" type.

"Alright, students, please stand here now," the teacher's gentle voice snapped me out of my reverie.

"Oh…okay…" I snapped out of my thoughts and stood beside the podium as instructed.

"Class, I think you all know what class we're having today, right?" "

Yes!" The students nodded in unison.

"Although everyone was taught about this kind of thing in elementary school, and some people even experienced it in middle and high school," "these people are still a minority. And most people have only seen it on TV; they haven't had the chance to see it in person, let alone experience it firsthand."

"So, today I'm being extra thoughtful and borrowed a boy from the next class to give everyone an unforgettable memory," the teacher said happily.

"Uh… teacher…" I raised my hand. "

Wait… what am I supposed to do…" I asked, voicing the question that had been lingering in my mind since entering the classroom.

"Hmm? Didn't your advisor tell you?"

The teacher stared at me, wide-eyed.

"No… my advisor just told me to report here." "Hmm… it's okay, I'll tell you now." "Actually, today is a special lesson I arranged. The lesson is called…"

The teacher suddenly paused.

"What's it called?" I continued.

"Reproduction." "Reproduction?" "Yes, reproduction," the teacher nodded.

"From childhood to adulthood, the only knowledge about this subject is taught in elementary school health education about male and female reproductive organs. After that, no courses have covered this topic. Knowledge about reproduction is limited to descriptions of small animals or plants." "Due to the constraints of our society's social norms and etiquette, these things are often considered dirty and corrupting. But it is precisely because of these things, which are not approved by social norms and society, that countless lives are created. Even so, many young people like you still have only a superficial understanding of this subject." "That's why I wanted to incorporate this kind of subject into my classes. That's why I invited you here."

The teacher winked at me again, and as usual, I shivered…

'So, what should I do next…' "Just do as I say," the teacher smiled. "Don't worry too much, okay?"

'Oh…' At this point, the audience started making a commotion again.

Looking at the expressions on the girls' faces, four words came to mind… ‘Impatient.’ But Wanqi remained unmoved, quietly sitting in her seat reading her book.

“Alright, class will begin.”

The teacher gently tapped the desk.

“I believe that you all have a good understanding of yourselves, that is, female reproductive organs, but I think you still have a limited understanding of male reproductive organs, right?” “Yes, yes!”

The girls below the stage responded in unison.

“Excuse me, could you please take off all your clothes?” The teacher turned to me, who was standing beside the podium.

No, no way. Take off my clothes?

I've been influenced by Confucianism and Mencius, and my thinking is still quite conservative.

Today, I'm being asked to undress in front of forty or fifty girls? If word gets out, how will I ever face anyone again…

especially if it gets to the class… I'll definitely be in big trouble.

Instantly, I realized my face was flushed and felt incredibly hot.

My heart rate spiked to another peak.

"Class, please start from the first row and line up in front of this boy." After the teacher finished speaking, the students stood up one by one, preparing to move towards me. But my hands remained motionless; simply put, I was so nervous my whole body was stiff.

Next, the girls lined up in front of me, each with an expectant, nervous expression, occasionally whispering, nodding, and smiling.

I snapped out of my daze and looked at the girl standing in front of me. She was just up to my chest, looking up at me with a smile. So…so cute… that was the thought that crossed my mind at that moment. "Student, I didn't expect you to be so indecisive," the teacher said with a wry smile. "Xiaoling, why don't you help him take off his clothes?" "

Okay! " the girl in front of me replied, then placed her hand on the buttons of my uniform on my chest and skillfully unbuttoned them.

"Uh... classmate..." I was so nervous I could barely speak. I think my expression must have looked hilarious.

So, nervously, I stood there by the podium, completely still, letting this girl slowly take off her shirt. Then, she placed her hand on my chest, then slowly slid it down to my abdomen, to my belt, then quickly unbuckled it. Next, she slowly slid her hand down to my zipper, gently pulling it open from top to bottom, occasionally glancing up at me with her big eyes.

When our eyes met, she slipped her hand under my pants zipper when I wasn't looking and gently pinched my penis. I jumped, my body trembled, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

Then she stuck her tongue out at me and gave a mischievous smile. Then she obediently pulled down my pants and underwear.

At that moment, I could truly say I was completely at ease facing this group of girls...

Damn it, in front of this large group of girls, my penis uncontrollably became erect.

It was incredibly embarrassing. "Wow, it's so big!" "Wow~ it looks so dark!" "Look, the front is all red!" "Don't be silly~ that's called the glans!"

The girls couldn't hide their excitement as they discussed my little brother with their classmates. Some girls, I don't know what they were saying, huddled together and cheered loudly. Instantly, the classroom became noisy and turned into a marketplace. Faced with this situation, I was at a loss and could only stand there dumbly, grinning, letting them use me as a living textbook...

At this moment, I really wanted to find a hole to crawl into...

"Alright, everyone, let's be quiet." At this moment, the teacher slightly quieted down the students' noise.

"Now, according to the order of the line, each person has ten seconds." "During this time, you can use your hands to touch this student's genitals!"

"However~" the teacher deliberately raised her voice and smiled, "You can't squeeze it hard!"

Oh my god...

Today I'm being used as a living textbook, being looked at is bad enough, but now I have to be touched too. If this continues, I'll go crazy!

"T-Teacher," I stammered, trying to stop the teacher.

But before I could finish, the girl in front of me, Xiaoling, reached out and grabbed my penis without hesitation.

My body trembled slightly, and my little brother seemed to have been injected with turbo, instantly swelling up in her hand.

"Wow, so hard!" Xiaoling chuckled, rubbing my penis while looking up at me with amusement, as if she'd discovered a novel toy.

"Hehe," the teacher chuckled, noticing my nervous expression.

"Alright, classmate, time's up. Next person." Hearing the teacher's words, the girl released her hand from my penis.

Then she looked up and gave me her usual smile.

In that instant, my already racing heart skipped a beat.

And this was just the first one…

As soon as the girl let go, my little brother stood stiffly in mid-air, and after the rubbing, the pink glans was almost completely exposed. My little brother was not only hot, but also trembled slightly with the rhythm, as if greeting these girls…

Seeing my little brother like this, these girls seemed even more excited. The words “can’t wait” were written all over their faces…

Shortly after the girl in front of me walked towards her seat, the girl behind her quickly took a step forward and stretched out her devilish hands, starting to grope my little brother, not even sparing the two bags below…

And so, my precious thing was rubbed and played with by one thirsty girl after another. I think I should be the first man whose little brother has been touched by more than fifty high school girls…

Ten seconds each, and then the next one would take over, not giving me any time to catch my breath.

When there were fewer than five girls left in front of me, I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

I was just thinking how relieved this terrible dream was finally coming to an end…

when suddenly someone appeared who made my heart skip a beat.

Yes, it was her.

The girl who always made my gaze linger – 'Wanqi'. I saw her gaze slightly upward, her large eyes looking at me timidly. In that instant, amidst my rapidly beating heart, I felt another slight twitch. Unlike the other girls, she didn't stand quietly in front of me with her head down, hesitant to extend her hand.

"What's wrong, classmate?"

"There are other people behind you," the teacher noticed Wanqi's inaction and reminded her. Wanqi slowly shifted her gaze to my face, nodded gently, as if apologizing, and then lightly touched the head of my penis with her index finger.

"Hmm..." I sighed involuntarily...

This feeling... is so hard to describe...

Besides feeling the same as when the girls touched me before, there seemed to be something else mixed in, but it happened in this short moment, and even I couldn't describe the feeling very specifically.

But what I can say for sure is that this feeling is a level above excitement.

"Ah..."

Wanqi looked up at me with a guilty expression. "I'm... I'm sorry..."

Such a gentle voice...

This feeling... is like... like cotton wool falling in the air...

"Time's up." Just as I was about to reply, "

It's okay," the teacher beat me to it and reminded Wanqi that time was up.

Wanqi looked at me, bowed slightly to me, then turned her head and quietly walked to her seat. This feeling was in stark contrast to the noisy girls below the stage.

I'm not sure if I saw it wrong, but as Wanqi walked back to her seat, I thought I glimpsed her turning around and glancing at me…

And less than a minute later, the girls behind me finally finished examining my little darling and happily returned to their seats.

Whew… finally over…

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, the teacher spoke…

“Classmates, I believe you all understand and have some initial experience with male genitalia.”

“However, did you know?”

“When a man’s penis receives more and greater stimulation than before, its original length and width can increase to twice its original size, or even more!”

“For example, continuously rubbing it with your hands, allowing your visual senses to receive more stimulation, etc. Of course, there are many, many ways to stimulate the penis, too many to list at once,” the teacher said with a smile, speaking casually. As soon

as the teacher finished speaking, the girls in the audience started to stir again.

“Alright, alright~ Now, is there anyone who wants to try?”

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, more than a dozen female students quickly raised their hands. “Teacher~ I want to!”

"Teacher, I...!" "No way!" I turned around, eyes wide, looking at the teacher with a surprised expression. "It's not over yet?" Such voices echoed from below the stage. In the noisy audience, no one paid any attention to my feelings...

Now, I think I can understand the feelings of a lab rat locked in a laboratory...

"Hmm... You're the one, Xiaoling!"

The teacher beckoned to the first student in the first row, signaling her to come to the podium. It was her...

the first girl who had held my treasure in her hand and played with it.

"Xiaoling, now you can do whatever you want, stimulate it properly."

The teacher said to her with a smile.

"Okay!"

She nodded, looking at me with a smile.

"Well then, handsome~ I won't be polite."

As soon as she finished speaking, she squatted down in front of me, then grabbed the body of my little brother, her thumb rubbing my glans from time to time, and then her whole hand moved up and down, and it was even more intense than the first time.

With her other hand, she continued to play with my duffel bag.

And so, my little brother was being played with to my heart's content by a complete stranger.

"Mmm..." I couldn't quite handle the stimulation and involuntarily let out a sound. She seemed to notice my moan, looked up, smiled at me, then moved her hand to the base of my penis, pressed her face against it, and took the head and shaft of my penis into her mouth.

For a moment, she stirred her tongue around the urethral opening.

Then, she took my entire penis in her mouth as if she wanted to swallow it whole.

So...so good.

"Ah..." I involuntarily cried out again.

It felt like putting my finger in a perfectly heated spa, and then having dozens of jets of water of varying strength spraying over it from underwater.

The feeling of her sucking on my penis was even more pleasurable than that. Looking up, I saw her in front of me, sucking on my penis up and down. Behind her was a group of girls who had somehow gathered to watch. "Look, his face is so red!" one girl said, pointing at my face. "Yeah, he must be enjoying it!"

another girl chimed in. "How do you feel, classmate?"

another girl asked bluntly.

Faced with the questions from this group of curious girls, and with my penis being sucked by another girl right in front of them, I felt

a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. I wanted to cover my head with a paper bag. This complex mix of emotions made it impossible for me to think clearly; I could only manage a stupid, bitter smile.

In this situation, inversely proportional to its owner's mood, it seemed to have reached its peak. My entire penis felt incredibly numb, and the swollen tip, under her sucking, twitched with pleasure, making me feel extremely comfortable. But it seemed as if something wanted to burst out of my penis. This numb sensation spread throughout my body, and I almost couldn't stand. I looked at the onlookers with a strange expression, reaching out to grab the podium to steady my swaying body.

"Xiaoling," the teacher noticed my expression and quickly patted her shoulder. "That's it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaoling obediently pulled my penis out of her mouth. Instantly, my penis felt reborn; the twitching and swelling gradually subsided after she stopped.

"Hehe, student, is this your first time?"

The teacher patted my shoulder, as if she had discovered something.

First time?

If it refers to my penis being sucked by a girl, then it truly is the first time. I'm usually uninterested in these kinds of things, let alone discussing them with my classmates, much less having had that experience before.

And just as it was released from Xiaoling's mouth, my penis was covered in her saliva, looking wet and sticky… its

length and radius were more than twice its usual size. "Wow, just like the teacher said, it's gotten so big!" "

And it's so straight, almost touching his stomach!" The classmates watching started discussing my little guy. Relieved, I didn't think much of it, but unconsciously tried to find Wanqi among the crowd, hoping she wouldn't look at me with any special eyes. Strangely, after quickly checking everyone in the crowd within a few seconds, I didn't see her.

So, I instinctively looked towards her seat.

That's right… she wasn't watching the commotion with the others, but quietly reading a book in her seat.

"Excuse me, is there a girl you like in this class?"

Amidst the noisy laughter, I vaguely heard the teacher say this to me as I searched for Wanqi.

However, I didn't answer directly. Wanqi sat quietly in her seat, engrossed in her book. I quietly watched her through the gaps in the crowd, observing her beautiful yet earnest expression.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Hehehe," the teacher chuckled softly beside me, as if to say, "I understand.

" "Um…"

the teacher raised her voice, calling out to the girl I was looking at.

"Wanqi~" The teacher's call broke the momentary tranquility in my heart and startled Wanqi, who was intently reading. Wanqi put down her book, looked up, and quietly waited for the teacher to speak.

Her brow seemed slightly furrowed, as if she was afraid the teacher would give her some difficult question.

"Excuse me, could you come here for a moment?" The teacher beckoned, gesturing for Wanqi to stand beside me.

'Teacher, what's this…' I began to feel uneasy.

"Class, now we're getting to the important part of this lesson."

The teacher didn't directly answer my question, but instead addressed the students watching.

"Now, I'm going to show you how humans reproduce." "Basically, it involves inserting this male student's penis into a female's vagina and performing piston-like movements. After the penis and glans receive sufficient stimulation, a fluid called semen is ejaculated. When the semen reaches the deepest part of the uterus, it combines with an egg to become a fertilized egg." "

The fertilized egg, after a long period of nurturing inside the female's body, will slowly develop into a fetus. Of course, this also requires the female's biological clock to be in sync."

The teacher said casually.

"T-Teacher!" I looked at the teacher anxiously, but the teacher ignored me.

"Well... Wanqi, please take off your clothes." Instead, the teacher gave the order to Wanqi. "Wow~ Wanqi, you're so lucky!" "That's great, I wish it were me~" The girls cheered wildly, while Wanqi looked troubled, seemingly unwilling.

"T-Teacher..."

Wanqi looked at the teacher.

"Could...could another student ask..."

The teacher shook her head. "Wanqi, it's you I've decided." "Wanqi, don't be so shy, hurry up and take it off!"

"Yes, it's rare for the teacher to prepare this course, so let's use it as a teaching material demonstration!" The students encouraged Wanqi one by one. Wanqi lowered her head, her brows furrowed, as if she was thinking about something. I think I've probably fallen for... fallen for someone I've only met a few times... When you fall for someone... you don't want to see the person you like feeling embarrassed because of you...

"Enough! Teacher!" I finally couldn't hold back and spoke up to stop the teacher. "I don't want to be the teaching material anymore!" "Please don't force her anymore!" As soon as I finished speaking, all the sounds disappeared. Everyone was quietly watching me, as if waiting for me to speak. "Thud!" "I..." Just as I was about to continue, I suddenly heard the sound of a piece of clothing falling to the ground. In the dead of silence, the sound was even clearer. I instinctively looked to my right, and the image of a pure white bra supporting a pair of fair breasts immediately came into my view. Wanqi's eyes were filled with tears, her brows were furrowed, and she looked very aggrieved.

She gently took off her skirt, revealing pure white panties and long legs, completely exposed to me. I shook my head at her. I tried to tell her with my eyes: You don't have to do this...

She looked at me with her large, slightly tearful eyes and nodded gently. "Do you agree?"

At that moment, only that sentence was in my mind. As Wanqi slowly took off her clothes, the students started making noise again. After the last bra and panties were removed, there was another person in the classroom, just like me, who was completely naked in front of everyone.

I just didn't expect that person to be Wanqi. I turned to look at Wanqi. Her slightly full breasts and a pair of pink nipples looked particularly alluring. Her

fair and slender legs were completely exposed to me.

A small slit was hidden in the thick pubic hair.

Seeing this, my already erect penis became even erect and harder.

"Wanqi," the teacher said, walking to the table in front of the podium and placing her hand on it. "You can sit here." Wanqi glanced at me, then slowly walked to the table the teacher indicated. Following the teacher's instructions, she shifted her weight behind her, supported herself with her hands, and slightly spread her legs before sitting on the table.

"Student," the teacher said, looking at me and pointing towards Wanqi. "Come here." Despite my reluctance, I obediently followed the teacher's instructions and walked towards her.

"Come closer," the teacher said, pulling my hand and pushing me towards Wanqi's side.

"Now, please use your hand to give Wanqi's clitoris a good massage." The teacher pointed to the tip of Wanqi's clitoris. I gently placed my finger there, and Wanqi's body trembled slightly the moment I touched her. I glanced at Wanqi and noticed she was staring at me intently, her pitiful appearance making me feel a little sorry for her. I gently applied pressure to Wanqi's clitoris and massaged it by moving my hand up and down, occasionally rubbing the slightly swollen tip of the clitoris.

"Ah..."

Wanqi frowned, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she made a soft sound as my massage, sometimes firm and sometimes gentle. She must be feeling very comfortable, I thought to myself.

So, I bent down further, rested my head between Wanqi's legs, and began to massage the tip of her clitoris with my mouth and tongue.

In rhythm with her breathing, I used my hand to open the clitoris and rubbed it on Wanqi's labia minora, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly. This continued for quite a while.

"Mmm..."

As if she had just finished exercising, Wanqi's breathing became rapid under my massage. Hearing Wanqi's panting, I felt a strange urge, which directly manifested in my penis.

As if in sync with Wanqi's heartbeat, waves of warmth made it vibrate involuntarily.

I parted Wanqi's labia and saw not only the moist vaginal opening but also a thin membrane that wasn't completely closed, with several small holes in the middle.

Just as I was carefully examining Wanqi's private parts, the teacher gently patted my shoulder, then leaned close to my ear and whispered a few words.

"Student, you're very lucky."

I looked at the teacher, full of questions.

"Wanqi is a virgin, just like you."

'A...first time?' I murmured in surprise. The teacher smiled but didn't answer, simply turning her head away and giving me instructions in front of everyone.

"Classmate, now please gently insert your penis into Wanqi's vagina and then rub it back and forth." After she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the classroom reached a fever pitch, even more noisy than before.

"I..." I looked at Wanqi, and Wanqi looked back at me. Our eyes met, and I didn't know what to say. I held my incredibly hard penis and slowly placed it at the entrance of Wanqi's vagina, rubbing it up and down until Wanqi's love juice moistened the head of my penis.

I could almost feel Wanqi's burning lower body through the head of my penis.

"Sorry..." I looked at Wanqi, then slowly slid the head of my penis into Wanqi's vagina, then moved my body slightly, leaning my lower body forward, and my penis was fully inserted into Wanqi's pink little hole.

So...so tight...so warm...

my penis was enveloped by Wanqi's little hole, my body temperature and her body temperature were connected.

"Ah..."

Just as my little brother was fully inserted, Wanqi exclaimed. I looked up at Wanqi; she was tilting her head, staring blankly at the empty space below the podium. I could vaguely see her flushed cheeks and hear her soft breathing. I gently pulled my little brother out halfway, then gently inserted the whole thing, filling Wanqi's vagina. Then, according to my own feeling, I began to thrust back and forth. So comfortable...

So this is what sex is like...

I was actually having sex in front of forty or fifty girls, in this helpless situation, with a girl I had never spoken to, only met a few times, and who was neither a classmate nor a friend. And this girl was Wanqi, the pure and innocent girl in my heart.

"Hmm... Hmm... Hmm..."

Wanqi stared blankly at the ground, making sounds in sync with my thrusting. Her body swayed slightly with my thrusts, and my little brother, with a few red streaks of blood, rubbed against Wanqi's vagina, making sounds. "Plop, plop, plop," the more intense the penetration, the louder the blood-pumping sound.

Wanqi's breathing quickened with each thrust.

Shortly after increasing the speed, a tingling, numbing sensation spread from my penis throughout my body. My penis…it felt like something was about to burst out again; that feeling of almost losing my balance returned.

I looked at Wanqi's face; she, too, turned to look at me as we swayed.

"Ah…ah…" I finally couldn't bear the pleasurable tingling and cried out.

"Ah…ah…ah…ah…"

Wanqi seemed to be reaching her limit too, crying out like me.

Was she feeling the same way?

I gripped Wanqi's slender waist with both hands, instantly accelerating my movements, thrusting back and forth in her wet, tender vagina, then let out a heavy sigh.

"Ah!" "Right after I called out that, I inserted my little brother into the deepest part of Wanqi's vagina, and Wanqi's body trembled violently."

"Mmm!"

Wanqi gasped after me.

And so, my penis remained deep inside Wanqi's body, and with each spasm, I ejaculated white fluid inside her. Wanqi, who

had been sitting on the desk, supporting herself with her hands, finally collapsed weakly onto the desk after my semen was inside her.

But her lifeless gaze remained fixed on me.

A touch of sorrow, a few glistening tears, filled me with a strange sense of guilt. I gently withdrew my penis from Wanqi's body, and some of the semen that had been ejaculated inside her flowed from her vaginal opening into her crotch…

----Shortly after my ejaculation, the school bell rang.

Amidst the noise, Wanqi and I put on our uniforms without exchanging many words. Then, just like before, she quietly and slowly walked back to her seat, her deeply furrowed brow still hanging beneath her bangs… After that

, the girls in the next class, me, our teacher, and that biology teacher never mentioned it again. Of course, apart from those present at the time, no one else knew about it; it was as if… like a dream. But from then on, Wanqi was never seen

at that school again…

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Episode 3 08 Skipping School and Having an Affair

That year, I was in my third year of high school. One Tuesday afternoon, I didn't want to go to school because I was so annoyed by studying. I felt a little bored. Since my parents were both working out of town, I boldly walked towards the amusement park. As I walked, I thought about the porn I'd watched the day before, where

the men and ended up covered in their semen. At that moment, my little brother slowly got hard. I really wanted to find a woman to have sex with.

I walked for a while and came to a small alley. I rubbed my eyes and saw a familiar figure in the distance. I went closer and saw it was Teacher Wang opening the door! Teacher Wang looked dizzy and took out his key to open the door, but he couldn't even find the keyhole. Seeing that he could barely stand, I went to Teacher Wang's door as fast as I could and said, "Teacher Wang, let me open the door for you!" When

Teacher Wang saw me, although he could barely stand, he still remembered my name. "Xiao Jia... what are you doing here?" I looked at Teacher Wang's pale face and asked, "Teacher Wang, what's wrong? Do you need me to help you?"

Teacher Wang smiled and said, "Xiao Jia, can you help Teacher Wang inside?"

I quickly agreed. As I slipped my hand under Ms. Wang's armpit and placed one of her hands on my shoulder, my right hand grasped her full breasts. My left hand wasn't idle either; I took the opportunity to grab her soft palm. When Ms. Wang's head rested on my shoulder, I smelled a unique scent of a middle-aged woman, like the smell of my mother's underwear. By this time, my penis was already bulging like a tent in my shorts. I took the opportunity to secretly caress her plump, pert buttocks through her skirt with my right hand on the inside of Ms. Wang's thigh. I endured the throbbing pain in my penis, and, supporting Ms. Wang, we walked step by step toward her room. The strong, pungent smell emanating from Teacher Wang further fueled my wicked thoughts (if I could have sex with Teacher Wang...). After arriving at Teacher Wang's room, I placed her on the bed and turned to leave, telling her I was going to play. However, she said no one was home and asked me to get her a glass of water and some medicine from the cupboard, as she felt dizzy. Thinking I could go all the way, I went to her kitchen and got her a glass of water.

When I brought the water back, I found Teacher Wang seemed to have fallen asleep. I was about to put the water and medicine on the table when, unexpectedly, Teacher Wang grabbed my hand, wanting me to chat with her. I thought, fine, since I'd already... It didn't matter whether I went or not today. I told Teacher Wang, "Sure!" But then I realized my zipper was broken. Teacher Wang, noticing my embarrassment, laughed and said, "Actually, I'm very open-minded. I don't care about your pants. We're teacher and student, so you don't need to be so reserved. Just make yourself at home. Besides, I usually only wear underwear at home, so you don't need to worry about it, understand?"

To my great surprise, Teacher Wang was indeed very open-minded. She actually started taking off her clothes one by one in front of me. Teacher Wang slowly stood up and took off the tight-fitting backless top she was wearing. She was wearing a dress, but I never imagined that Ms. Wang's lingerie would be so sexy. I could only see two skin-colored, almost transparent bras tightly covering her full breasts. Ms. Wang's pink nipples and snow-white cleavage made me dizzy. Looking further down, below her fair, slightly protruding belly was a pair of panties with bows on the sides. The dark, tangled pubic hair was clearly imprinted on the transparent sheer panties. At that moment, I suddenly felt a throbbing in my lower abdomen, and a stream of hot semen sprayed onto my shorts. I was startled, and Ms. Wang noticed my lapse in composure, repeatedly asking me what was wrong. Seeing that my pants were soaked, I knew there was no way to hide it, so I had no choice but to be honest. I thought Ms. Wang would laugh at me, but instead, she casually grabbed a few tissues and pulled down my underwear to wipe away the semen. When Ms. Wang's small hand touched my penis, my already aroused penis suddenly became erect again. I quickly said to Ms. Zhang, "Ms. Wang, I'm sorry... I..."

I didn't know what to say for a moment. Unexpectedly, Ms. Wang generously said, "Young man, you're a big boy now! Were you thinking of something naughty?"

I laughed awkwardly and said, "Ms. Wang has such a great figure, I've never seen a woman's body before, so..." Ms. Wang, you're not angry, are you?

"Silly boy, you don't need to apologize. At my age, it's a pleasant thing for a young man to see my charm and be attracted to me. I'm quite happy."

After wiping me clean, Ms. Wang pulled me to sit next to her, held my hand, and asked, "Have you ever masturbated?"

At that moment, I didn't know what to do, so I told her everything about watching porn at home the day before yesterday and masturbating while watching it. I originally thought she would blame me, but unexpectedly she said, "That's okay, just..." "Masturbation can help you relax and is better than doing bad things, but watching porn too often is bad and will affect your development!"

Teacher Wang didn't shy away from discussing many sex education topics with me, from how to kiss, how to caress, how to penetrate…etc. I've never had anyone talk to me about these topics before, and I was stunned, thinking how wonderful Teacher Wang was. While explaining the differences between women and men, Teacher Wang held my hands and let them roam over her body. I thought, how could I miss such a good opportunity? So, with both hands… My hands began to freely assault Ms. Wang's body. She seemed aroused by my touch; her face flushed, and she gasped, "Xiao Guang, shall we take off our clothes first?" Ms. Wang removed her bra, and my hands began to fondle her proud breasts. When I saw her pink nipples, I excitedly grabbed her breasts and squeezed and kneaded them frantically. She glanced at me with her almond-shaped eyes, but didn't seem to object.

My hands then roamed along Ms. Wang's beautiful body, kneading her breasts... Teacher Wang had beautiful buttocks, but just as I was about to touch the bow on her underwear, she stopped me with her hand. Thinking I had done something wrong, I looked up at her, but she smiled and said, "Xiao Guang, don't be in such a hurry! Let's take off our pants together, okay?"

When I took off my shorts, she said, "Xiao Guang, how do you fantasize about having sex with a woman?"

Under her insistence, I had no choice but to cup my erect penis in my hand and start rubbing it repeatedly. I said, "Teacher Wang, could you let me masturbate while looking at your body?"

Teacher Wang shyly and slowly took off her panties, revealing the base of her alluring legs. She then used her hands to support her thighs, turning her voluptuous vulva towards me, presenting her beautiful little kitten to me. I stared wide-eyed at her genitals, her two plump labia slowly becoming visible. I parted the two labia with my fingers, revealing the entrance to the dark forest. A unique, pungent smell of a vagina wafted out, making me unable to resist licking Teacher Wang's pubic hair and kissing her plump labia. Soon, a stream of nectar flowed from Teacher Wang's vagina. I was startled and stopped. Unexpectedly, Teacher Wang wanted me to swallow her vaginal fluid. The fluid tasted strange, but apart from being a little fishy, it wasn't too bitter. As I was earnestly licking her vagina, Teacher Wang suddenly placed her hand on my penis. "Little... Guang... thing... so big... insert... into... Teacher... vagina..."

I had no concept of men and women at all. My penis bumped around at Teacher Wang's entrance, but I couldn't get it in. Teacher Wang seemed to get impatient. She parted the labia with her fingers, grabbed my penis with her other hand, and tried to push it into her vagina. I thrust my large penis into Teacher Wang's vagina in one swift motion. "Little...Guang...move...move...my...my...hole is so...itchy..."

I felt a surge of pleasure as my penis moved freely in and out of her vagina. With each thrust, Teacher Wang cried out like a pig being slaughtered, "Oh, little sister, you're so good...you're so good...so good. Plop, plop...I felt like Teacher Wang's vagina had a suction force...it kept sucking on my glans...

" "...Teacher...I'm coming."

Teacher Wang's body trembled uncontrollably. I gripped her breasts tightly and licked her nipples with my tongue.

"Little...Guang...push hard against Teacher's uterus...oh...Teacher...I'm going to heaven!"

"...Teacher...I want to cum too..."

A surge of hot liquid scalded my glans...it made me want to ejaculate. "Wang...bound...good...love fucking hole...oh...good...so good..." I thrust in and out about a hundred more times, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid poured onto my glans again. As I was showered with Wang's hot vaginal fluid, my anus tightened involuntarily, and I ejaculated thick, hot semen. At this moment, Wang and I lay naked on the bed. Wang smiled and looked at me, saying, "You're amazing! It's been years since anyone played with me like this." I kissed her breasts and said, "I can be with you every day!"

She stroked my penis and said, "It's true." I silently smiled, head held high. From then on, I asked my parents to let me go to Wang's tutoring sessions, sometimes not going home. Whether it was day or night, whenever we were alone, she would take off all her clothes, offering her body for me to rape and play with as I pleased. Now, when Wang is with me, she becomes seductive and wanton, gentle and affectionate. Her charming and alluring manner, her coquettish and infatuated behavior—who remembers her former cold and aloof image? Teacher Wang's alluring and seductive body is something I never tire of looking at. Compared to home, Teacher Wang and I live together more like a loving couple. We are both happy because this place is our own little world of love!

Episode 3, 09: The Campus Flower.

The campus beauty in my university was named Yang Kunling. She happened to be in my class. She was truly a beauty. Her fair face, thin cherry lips under bright red lipstick, and the contrast between red and white were exceptionally captivating. Although she wasn't very tall, only about 1.62 meters, she had a slender and well-proportioned figure. Her shapely and curvaceous body was extremely beautiful. In addition, she had long and sexy legs, a full figure, fair skin, and was very beautiful and dignified. Her clothes were high-end and tasteful. In particular, her temperament was so noble and elegant. She was the most alluring beauty I had ever seen. What's even more rare is that she also had a pair of jade feet that could be described as perfect. I didn't miss any opportunity to admire her sexy figure up close. Of course, my final focus was always on her beautiful legs and jade-like feet. Her feet were as white as jade, small and exquisite, fair and lovely. Her ankles were slender yet full, her feet long and slender with slightly high arches, beautiful curves, and a boneless suppleness. Her toes were even and neat, like ten slender scallions, and her pink, sparkling nail polish looked like pearls embedded in her fair toes. Through the delicate, translucent skin of her fair instep, the tiny blood vessels deep beneath the skin were faintly visible. Her thighs were round and full, and beneath her pale yellow panties, she wore sheer flesh-colored crystal stockings today. The tops of the stockings were rolled up, revealing the fair skin at the base of her thighs. Her slender calves were shapely and firm, gleaming alluringly.

Her small feet were slightly upturned, adorned with milky-white high-heeled sandals. The heels were unbuckled, half hanging over the toes, revealing her delicate and rounded ankles. The heels were very high, about ten centimeters. The most memorable "knowledge" I learned every day was the style of her shoes and the color of her stockings. Whether stockings or pantyhose, colors other than black, white, flesh-colored, or sheer require a high standard of leg shape. Yang Kunling always wore high-end stilettos with several thin straps wrapped around her feet. By the way, it was the exquisitely beautiful feet of Ms. Yang Kunling, a woman with slender, fair toes and wearing stockings, that led me to discover my favorite high-heeled shoe brand, Babala. Experienced enthusiasts should know it; it was very popular at the time. I wonder if anyone else remembers it. I remember I was a sophomore in college then, and Babala women's shoes had just started becoming fashionable. Yang Kunling soon got a pair—black pearlescent leather, which looked incredibly elegant. They had 10-centimeter stiletto heels, the heels only about one centimeter thick at the tip, a shallow opening, and a small pointed toe—a very classic stiletto top style. This made me stare at her feet for the entire class.

During class, I glanced sideways and caught sight of Yang Kunling's beautiful feet and legs, "protected" by high heels and sheer stockings. They looked so pretty and alluring. The almost completely exposed legs were encased in sheer, light black crystal stockings. Those legs, beneath the sheer stockings, were the most beautiful I had ever seen—snow-white, rounded, and long. Her full, rounded thighs gleamed, her slender calves were firm and straight, and her ankles, laces fastened, were beautiful. The high heels, with only the toes touching the ground, further accentuated the lines of her legs. Her ultra-short skirt couldn't even completely cover the wide lace trim at the top of the stockings, and she wore a pair of black patent leather high heels. I could tell they were brand new, probably never worn before; they seemed spotless, not dirty at all. Yang Kunling sat demurely, her beautiful legs in an elegant pose, her delicate high heels gently pressed together, giving her a very ladylike appearance. Light black crystal stockings encased her plump insteps, reflecting a faint yet wondrous sheen. Her slender calves and delicate ankles possessed clean, graceful lines, light and elegant. The natural indentation formed by the Achilles tendon at the back of her ankles was incredibly soft and alluring, exuding a subtle sensuality. Her beautiful feet and high heels blended seamlessly, complementing each other perfectly, captivating me endlessly. A shimmering white pearl necklace adorned Yang Kunling's neck, its luminous, jade-like luster perfectly complementing her angelic beauty, her flawless, snow-white skin, and her high-end casual outfit—clearly not something one would find in a boutique. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, held together only by a simple white headband with a plain floral design. Her entire being radiated a relaxed, subtly warm, and romantic charm, emanating a powerful and breathtaking beauty almost without adornment. A while later, I saw the beautiful Yang Kunling twist her slender waist, change her sitting posture, and lightly tilt her two beautiful legs to the side, moving her feet a small step under the seat. Her long, slender legs were almost entirely exposed, the muscles on her thighs and calves so evenly proportioned—perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin. Her shimmering high heels were even more alluring. Then, she gently lifted her feet, raising her high heels an inch or two off the ground. Immediately afterward, the posture of her beautiful feet told me that her toes had wriggled inside the shoes a couple of times. With a soft "tap" as the high heels struck the ground, her rounded heels came out. Yang Kunling's heels were very nimble, the pads tight, and there wasn't a single bit of dead skin or calluses on the sides—exquisitely delicate. At the same time, her smooth arches were also displayed before my eyes, their beautiful curves full of attraction. Then I saw her gently press the back edge of her high heels under her heels, using the heels as a fulcrum, and carefully and slowly sway her ankles. Her toes, still suspended in the air, swayed back and forth, creating a uniquely alluring effect. After swaying for a while, she slowly lowered the ball of her foot to the ground, arched her instep, and gradually shifted the weight of her entire foot to the ball of her foot. Then, she lifted and lowered her two rounded heels, slipping them in and out of the cup size of her high heels. It was incredibly sexy, making my heart itch with an indescribable pleasure.

After a short pause, the beautiful Yang Kunling slowly put her heels back into her shoes, stood on tiptoe with her feet together, then crossed her legs, twisted her ankles, and half of her toes came out of her shoes again, revealing more than before. The sole of her right foot was facing me, and I could see that the tendon on the sole of her foot was taut. The thin, highly transparent black stockings made the skin on the sole of her foot appear particularly white and delicate. Through the stockings, I could vaguely see a few slender veins under the skin, making me want to reach out and scratch it immediately. Next, I saw her turn her right ankle back and forth. Her smooth ankle was flawless, and her toes were very symmetrical, like a delicate sculpture. The pointed, slender high heel on her foot also twisted back and forth, as if constantly beckoning to me, making me feel intoxicated. Suddenly, I couldn't resist the urge to hug her, pull down her stockings, and remove her white, semi-transparent panties. I wanted to pull her stockings and tight panties down to her knees, and I wanted to touch her small feet in black high-heeled sandals. I wanted to take off her shoes and play with her delicate feet.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the beautiful Yang Kunling sneezed, her whole body shuddered, and her ankle jerked, sending her right foot flying more than half a meter away. Now, her entire sole was completely exposed. Her feet were neither too big nor too small, the soles long and slender, soft and supple. The pads on the balls of her feet looked soft, her feet plump but not thick, delicate but not thin. Her five exquisitely sculpted toes were of varying lengths, each one so endearing, encased in thin, transparent stockings. It felt like the Mona Lisa smiling at you. Yang Kunling, the beautiful woman in stockings who had lost one of her high heels, seemed a little embarrassed. Her lovely stockinged foot was hanging in mid-air, and she didn't know where to put it. She looked helpless. After hesitating for a moment, she finally stretched out her beautiful legs to reach the disobedient high heel. Her two slender legs stretched straight forward, and her beautiful feet were also stretched out. Her body leaned slightly forward, and her five pretty toes curled up, forming cute wrinkles on the soles of her feet. The position of that babala seemed a little far away, so Yang Kunling had to straighten her toes to reach it. This provided another opportunity to admire her charming toes from above. Because of the effort, her slender, white toes were pressed together and curved towards the sole of her foot. The second toe was slightly longer than the others. The stockings followed the delicate toes, outlining the beautiful contours of the front half of her foot. Through the stockings, I could see the alluring gap between her toes. Her toenails were neatly trimmed and painted with shiny pink nail polish, which gave me an urge to put them in my mouth. I involuntarily swallowed. Finally, she reached for her high heel, but as she pulled her leg back, the shoe slipped off in her haste. She couldn't control herself, and her sheer, dark crystal stockings slid onto the dirty cement floor, leaving a dusty imprint of her sole and toes. She was even more embarrassed; her delicate cheeks flushed crimson. As if sensing someone watching her feet, she hastily ran her slender, pink-nailed fingers haphazardly across her toes—a series of actions that seemed deliberately seductive. I almost cried out. She quickly retrieved the shoe, put it back on, and returned to her initial composed posture.

A while later, just as I was racking my brains for the most beautiful words to describe her feet, she stretched, relaxed again, and then crossed her legs. I immediately realized that a truly spectacular scene was about to unfold. Sure enough, a pair of beautiful feet in high heels hung naturally in the air, swaying gently. Then, one high heel slowly slipped off, revealing the rounded heel of Yang Kunling's sexy arch. Gradually, most of her foot was exposed, and when only a small part of her heel remained inside the high heel, she achieved balance. Her foot and shoe maintained this posture, creating a charming space between the beautifully curved arch and the edge of the high heel, sparking the imagination and making me wish I could shoot into that gap. Next, I saw Yang Kunling's toes flex and extend again, her high heels suddenly slipping completely off her heels, leaving only her toes to support her feet. With each flexion and extension of her toes, her feet swayed freely, and I felt a surge of desire. Then, her calves joined in the swaying, shamelessly... "Sexy" was an understatement when describing Yang Kunling's slender, white toes and her stockings; she was simply lewd. My penis grew harder and harder with each movement of her legs and feet, erect beneath my pants. I barely managed to hold back from ejaculating. My eyes were filled with the image of Yang Kunling's beautiful legs, stockings, and high heels—she was so beautiful... The swinging of her feet grew wider and wider, the alluring babala inching towards her toes, teetering on the verge of collapse, with only two toes clinging to it. Finally, the high heel slipped from Yang Kunling's silk-stockinged toes and fell to the ground with a "thud." At the same time, I could no longer restrain myself; a warm current surged forth. Gazing at Yang Kunling's slender, white toes and her incomparably beautiful feet, I made a silent vow: I must get my hands on this little vixen, smell her stockings, tickle the soles of her feet, lick her toes, and fuck her high heels, until…

Ever since that unforgettable experience, Yang Kunling, a beautiful woman with slender, fair toes and wearing stockings, and her beautiful legs in stockings and high heels, has frequently become the object of my fantasies. Yang Kunling has many followers, and rumors about her have always been a hot topic in our college. Yang Kunling is indeed very good at attracting attention. Although I had never been involved in this kind of pink news before, since she and I were the only ones from the big city where our school was located, compared to those country bumpkin classmates, the timing and location were naturally advantageous. Before long, I established a fairly close relationship with the beautiful Yang Kunling. That day happened to be Yang Kunling's birthday, and she invited us to her house for a party. Although the weather was bad, we still went despite the wind and rain. Yang Kunling wore a tight-fitting short skirt that was 15 centimeters above the knee, revealing two fair and alluring legs. The top button of her semi-transparent, snow-white gauze shirt was sewn quite low, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin on her chest and a hint of cleavage. Her white lace bra was also faintly visible. When I went inside to change my shoes, I saw that the two pairs of high heels she usually wore were neatly placed on the shoe rack by the door, only a little over a foot away from me. I had never been so close to the high heels of the stocking-clad beauty Yang Kunling before. I squatted down and slowly untied my shoelaces, widening my eyes to carefully admire the high heels within reach. The angle of my view was ideal, and I could clearly see inside the shoes. The lining of the soles was gold, but some parts that were in frequent contact with Yang Kunling's beautiful feet and were subject to greater pressure had already worn slightly, reflecting the shape of the entire sole. Just from these shallow marks, one could see the perfect shape of Yang Kunling's slender and fair toes. The arch area, having had less contact with the foot, was still quite new, bearing the cursive "babala" lettering, with even the small "styleingermany" lettering clearly legible underneath. The heel print was much deeper, round and shiny, with only a faint "35" visible within a small circle—the shoe size of the beautiful Yang Kunling in her stockings. Most captivating was the front half of the shoe's interior, rarely examined closely. The orderly arrangement of toe prints was irresistibly alluring, deeply drawing me in. In my opinion, these five toe prints were the true finishing touch. High heels are certainly beautiful and sexy, but only when a beautiful woman's toes leave their mark do they truly come alive. And so, I don't know how much time passed, but urged on by them, I had to straighten up and, still feeling unsatisfied, entered Yang Kunling's living room.

The rest of the activity consisted of drinking tea and playing cards. They all found it strange that my cards kept falling under the table. Needless to say, it was Yang Kunling's beautiful feet in stockings that were the key. But when I first bent down and peered under the table, I was disappointed. Even though it was almost early summer, Yang Kunling was still wearing cotton slippers, completely covered up. She sat upright with her legs together, and I didn't see anything I wanted. After a while, I bent down again, and this time I saw Yang Kunling with her legs crossed, her slippers long gone. Her right leg was resting on her left knee, and half of her shapely thigh peeked out from between the hems of her nightgown. Four straps extended from the waistband, connecting to sheer black stockings, even revealing the delicate lace at the top. Her legs in the stockings were truly beautiful. Through the black, transparent crystal stockings, I could see her toenails were dyed a bright purple; her feet were exceptionally beautiful. Perhaps due to excellent care, the skin on her jade-like feet was incredibly fair and tender, with a healthy pinkish hue. Her toes were neatly arranged, long, and gracefully curved together. Her toenails were translucent, shimmering with a natural sheen. The arch of her foot was slightly upturned, and the instep was high and alluring. Her ankles were smooth and slender, the ankle bones almost invisible. The entire foot was noble and beautiful, like jade, a true work of art.

Yang Kunling's snow-white thighs contrasted sharply with her pure black stockings, the curves between her hips and legs full and smooth, shimmering with dazzling light. She was enjoying herself immensely, her bare feet, clad only in stockings, involuntarily twitching. Her feet were less than six inches long, with plump heels and neatly arranged toes. The insteps were white and plump, the soles smooth and delicate. A thin gold chain adorned her calves, adding a touch of sexiness. She was truly adorable. Lingling's nimble toes twitched under her stockings, making my heart itch. A folding clothes rack hung under the windowsill, the toe of a pair of black, sheer crystal stockings only inches from my head. I remembered those stockings vividly; they were worn by the beautiful, slender-toed Yang Kunling during our last public outburst. Not only that, but a lace bra also hung on the rack, a pale, suggestive pink, the kind that only a perfect bust could pull off—strapless. I reached out and pinched the left cup; there was only a thin lining between the two layers of fabric, no thick padding, and it was almost completely dry. It seemed Yang Kunling's high, sexy breasts were indeed genuine. If the weather hadn't been so bad, Yang Kunling probably wouldn't have left them there.

Now, my little brother found an even better target, and he released his pent-up desire, smearing the two bra cups that had once covered the soft, fleshy breasts of the stocking-clad beauty Yang Kunling all over with his milky-white fluid. Of course, Yang Kunling's black stockings were not spared either, absorbing the latter half of the fluid, especially the toes. Facing the bra and stockings, now damp again, I could almost see them on Yang Kunling's delicate body, and I could almost see the nutrients they had just absorbed seeping out, quietly nourishing Yang Kunling's slender, white breasts and jade-like feet. When I returned to the card table, I saw Yang Kunling's smooth, rounded ankles; her fair skin; her silky, satin-like insteps; the delicate skin on her insteps, with faintly visible veins; her exceptionally soft soles; five jade-like toes between her honey-scented toes, the pale white lunulae faintly visible, the jade-green nails shyly and playfully raised; her rounded toe pads like five curled-up little rabbits, seemingly both flustered and happy; her soft, white, and rosy soles like a fragrant cotton pillow, her arched soles like a clear, gentle stream; her glossy, pink heels, when gently rubbed, revealed a slight yellow tinge, her rosy bumps and depressions evoking tenderness and love. Her two jade-like legs were fair and plump. Her calves were smooth and delicate, revealing her fair and clean toes... I was captivated, lying on her ankles, no longer concentrating on playing cards! Naturally, I kept losing, and Yang Kunling couldn't understand why I was so happy even after losing. Little did she know that when she saw us off, the stockings that had so perfectly covered her beautiful feet not long ago were now on my little brother. What she couldn't have imagined was that soon, she would unknowingly enjoy the "beauty foot cream" and "breast enhancement cream" that I had generously offered her.

Leaving the home of Yang Kunling, the beautiful woman with slender, white toes in stockings, the rain had stopped, and a cool, damp breeze was blowing in the night air. Because the school dormitory was too crowded and inconvenient to fully enjoy Yang Kunling's stockings, I left everyone behind and went home alone. All the way, as I rode my bike, my mind was filled with the image of Yang Kunling's sexy, slender, white toes, and I could almost smell the lingering fragrance of her stockings. I slipped into my room, locked the door, and, suppressing my excitement, hid under the covers. I pulled out the stockings that had been tightly encasing Yang Kunling's sexy feet an hour and a half earlier. I heard Prince Calaf's stirring aria "Nessun Dorma" from the opera "Turandot" drifting in from somewhere outside the window... However, after what seemed like an eternity, I drifted off to sleep, having a truly blissful dream with the toe of one of Yang Kunling's stockings still in my mouth. It wasn't until the alarm clock rang shrilly that I lazily rolled over, spat out the stockings from my mouth, and pulled the other one out of the covers. Yawning, I rubbed my back, never expecting that Yang Kunling's two sheer, thin stockings would cause me such a backache. I arrived at the college listlessly. Suddenly, I heard the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the terrazzo floor in the corridor. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw the beautiful Yang Kunling. She seemed completely oblivious, even grinning at me. Out of habit, I glanced down at her lower body. Two alluring legs peeked out from under her skirt, and she was still wearing those same high heels. But the stockings underneath were none other than the same ones she'd soaked in "beauty foot cream" the day before! Wow! A wonderful sense of accomplishment welled up inside me. I tried hard not to cheer, but my heart pounded. I followed Yang Kunling, watching her beautiful feet in stockings and high heels as she entered the classroom. Half a day passed quickly. Coincidentally, there were no classes that afternoon. I forget who suggested it, but we went bowling, which added another unforgettable scene to my memory. The bowling alley was on the fourth floor of a building; the first two floors were a supermarket, and the third floor was a restaurant. We rented bowling shoes and then chose a lane on the side. The sight of Yang Kunling, the stocking-clad beauty, changing her shoes was not to be missed. She sat on a chair, lifted her feet a few centimeters high, and flexed her toes. The delicate heels clicked softly on the floor, and her beautiful heels obediently emerged from the shoes. Then, her calves deftly pulled back slightly, and the back half of her beautiful feet slipped out of the shoes. Her rounded heels pressed against the back edge of the shoes, her arched insteps rising even higher. The alluring gaps between her toes peeked shyly from the shoe opening, leaving one wondering what color the toenails were. The curve of her arches was simply exquisite. Yang Kunling held this pose for several seconds, then crossed her right leg over her left knee and reached out her left hand to catch her wobbly right foot. She placed the high heels under the chair, then reached out and held her right foot, rubbing the sole and heel of her stockinged foot alternately with both hands for a while. Then, she swung her leg down, hooking her toes into the sneaker on her right foot. Afterward, Yang Kunling, a beautiful woman with slender, fair toes, lifted her left foot, which was still wearing the high heel, and swung her ankle a few times. The high heel fell to the floor with a "thud" about a foot away from her. Yang Kunling stretched her leg to reach the high heel back in front of her, and with a flick of her stockinged foot, she pushed the shoe under the seat. Next, Yang Kunling pressed the sole of her left foot against the instep of her right foot and rubbed it back and forth a few times. She changed the direction of her crossed legs, stretched out her left hand to hold the instep of her left foot, and with her right hand, she used a carefully manicured long nail to dig into the sole of her foot.

After picking at it for a while, Yang Kunling suddenly stared at her toes, as if she had discovered something. There, a half-grown, crooked black hair was peeking out from the toe of her stocking. Through the thin, transparent stocking, she could see the end of the hair trapped between her jade-like big and second toes. From there, the black hair meandered along Yang Kunling's exquisite toes, crawling over her neatly painted, bright red toenails, and finally peeking out of the stocking through the gaps in the fabric. My heart skipped a beat; this must have been something my little brother had accidentally left there the day before. Looking at Yang Kunling, the woman in stockings, she was clearly uncomfortable. She glanced around nervously, then discreetly plucked out some pubic hair with two fingers and discarded it. Next, she tugged at the toe of her stocking and pinched her toes, rubbing them a few times through the stocking. After letting go, Yang Kunling pointed her toes, her alluring toes twitching slightly. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left foot high, revealing her elegant and charming sole – a truly feast for the eyes. Her legs, clad in sheer black stockings, were incredibly sexy. Her feet were delicate and tender, with faint blue veins visible; I really wanted to reach out and touch them. Her toenails were neatly trimmed, a pale pink, like ten tiny flower petals. Then, Yang Kunling, the woman in stockings, reached up and tightened the stockings on her legs, slowly lowered her left foot, and after wriggling her toes a few times inside the stockings, slipped her left foot into the sneaker.

Next, Yang Kunling, with her slender, white toes, bent down to tie her shoelaces, but unexpectedly, a small patch of her fair breasts and a shallow yet captivating cleavage at the very top were inadvertently revealed from her neckline. I couldn't help but think of the "breast enhancement cream" I had prepared for her the day before. Unfortunately, all I could see was this small patch of soft breasts, less than the size of my palm; the scenery beyond that could only be imagined... Then we started playing ball. After playing for a while, I threw a ball and looked back at Yang Kunling. Her excited pink face was like a peach blossom in March. Perhaps feeling a little hot, she took off her outer garment, revealing a knitted pullover underneath, with a low neckline. As Yang Kunling bent down to throw the ball, the breathtaking view of her voluptuous figure was suddenly revealed. With her arm swing, her two beautifully curved breasts swayed gently. I immediately recognized the bra that accentuated her alluring breasts; the warm colors and delicate patterns were vividly displayed. I felt a surge of panic and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!" Luckily, Yang Kunling's ball somehow managed to hit the bullseye, allowing my exclamation to blend into the cheers of others without seeming too abrupt. However, the exclamation startled me. I felt incredibly guilty. Although others probably didn't care at all, I felt a chill run down my spine, my face burning and my forehead sweating. I wanted to find somewhere to hide, so in my haste, I made up an excuse to go to the restroom. With my head down, I scrambled over the plastic seats as if fleeing, jumping directly onto the aisle. The fairway was higher than the aisle, forming a platform, and the guests' seats were fixed to the edge. When I landed, my legs buckled in my panic, and I instinctively reached out to brace myself against a chair on the platform. Unexpectedly, I bumped my hand on something. Looking closer, I realized I was right behind the seat where Yang Kunling, the beautiful woman with slender, white toes and wearing stockings, had just changed her shoes. What I touched was none other than her high heels. I can't quite explain what happened, but in a moment of excitement, I suddenly felt an urge to do it inside Yang Kunling's high heels. So, I hooked two fingers under her clothes, and those delicate, sexy "babala" breasts were inside me. The whole process was incredibly swift and stealthy.

I imagined Kunling's slender, fair toes slipping into the shoe with a joyful heart, only to be met with an electric shock of coldness, followed by the various scenarios that might unfold as I carefully savored the sticky, slippery, and greasy sensation. I hurried towards the end of the corridor... However, to my surprise, the gym's restrooms didn't have any "private booths," and people were constantly coming and going. Now, I couldn't do what I wanted. Holding Yang Kunling's high heels in my arms, I was at a loss for what to do. Calming down, I thought about it carefully. It was easy to impulsively grab them, but what if Yang Kunling and her friends saw them when I took them back? Wouldn't that be terrible? Although I had long wanted to own a pair of high heels worn by the beautiful Yang Kunling in stockings, now that I had them in my hands, they were like hot potatoes. I really, really wanted to possess them, but the problem was, where could I hide them? Just then, as the saying goes, quick thinking leads to inspiration, and a brilliant idea suddenly popped into my head. A surge of genuine joy welled up inside me. Next, clutching Yang Kunling's sexy high heels, I skipped down to the supermarket downstairs from the gym, went straight to the large self-service lockers near the entrance, found a space in a corner, tossed the heels in, clicked the lock, and stuffed the key tag into my pocket. Just like that, Yang Kunling's high heels problem was solved.

I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like I'd eaten a ginseng fruit—a feeling of unprecedented joy. After accomplishing all this, I happily downed a large glass of cola, then smugly strolled back to continue playing ball. Seeing the stocking-clad beauty Yang Kunling still smiling and enjoying herself, I outwardly remained calm, but inwardly I was secretly delighted, imagining how pathetic she would look as she frantically searched for her shoes on the floor. After a few more games, it was finally time to end the game. I found a good spot early on to observe the every move of Yang Kunling, the woman in stockings. Still immersed in her excitement, Yang Kunling grinned and panted heavily. Then she plopped down on a chair, stretching her legs out in a V-shape. Next, she arched her back a few times, first pulling her heels off and stepping on the back of her sneakers, then pulling her entire foot out, pressing her heels against the shoe's surface, toes curled up, soles facing forward. Perhaps from playing sports, the sheer stockings seemed slightly damp, clinging awkwardly to her jade-colored feet. Through the stockings, I could see that the veins on the soles of Yang Kunling's feet seemed more dilated than usual. Undoubtedly, her skin was quietly absorbing nourishment through its pores. Once Yang Kunling's feet had dried sufficiently, she pulled them back, bent her knees, and hooked one stockinged foot under the chair, groping around for her long-missed high heel. After tiptoeing a few times on the bare floor, Yang Kunling's smile faded. She repeated the futile action with the other stockinged foot. A look of surprise appeared on her brow. She looked down at her feet, paused, then glanced at us blankly. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She bent down, supporting herself with her hands, looked around for a while, and then looked up again. However, Yang Kunling looked dejected and sat blankly for a while, her face gradually showing anxiety. She began to lose her composure, fidgeting in the chair, scratching her neck, then brushing her hair, bending over again, kneeling on the floor, and turning around to look around. Her long, beautiful hair fell down, sweeping across the floor like Lao Tzu's whisk. Finally, Yang Kunling obviously remembered the aisle behind her, turned around, knelt on the chair, her feet pointing to the sky, her round, full buttocks sticking out, and with a last glimmer of hope, searched every corner of the aisle with her eyes. Finally, Yang Kunling turned around in despair, slumped back in her chair, her brows furrowed, her mouth slightly open, unable to speak. She was shocked, annoyed, ashamed, and indignant. A blush rose slowly from the base of her long, pink neck to the root, her two beautiful stockinged feet dangling in mid-air, unsure where to put them. Her anxious expression only made me happier. When we were about to leave, Yang Kunling's predicament finally caused a stir. Everyone became indignant, and some tried to negotiate with the sports hall. However, the argument attracted a crowd of other players, making Yang Kunling even more ashamed and embarrassed. She covered her face, which was as red as a pig's liver, with her hands, and finally covered her head with her clothes. The result of the negotiation was a 100 yuan discount, but the sports hall refused to let Yang Kunling take their shoes. As a result, amidst the cacophony of murmurs, exclamations, and laughter, Yang Kunling, a beautiful woman with slender, fair toes, helplessly fled the stadium, her bare feet clad in stockings, head bowed, face covered with her hands, and scrambling out from among us. Seeing such a beautiful woman like Yang Kunling so pathetically exposed in front of everyone, barefoot in stockings, filled me with an unprecedented, indescribable thrill—a truly exciting feeling. However, I felt quite embarrassed for having caused Yang Kunling such a situation, so I suggested that we use the money we had saved to buy her a new pair of the same brand of high heels. Naturally, everyone agreed. Yang Kunling, of course, had no idea that I was the culprit behind this most embarrassing experience of her life. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at me furtively, her eyes revealing a hint of gratitude. This made me feel both flattered and guilty, and my whole body shuddered as if struck by lightning—it was incredibly exhilarating…

As the days went by, I noticed that Yang Kunling, the beautiful woman with slender, white toes and wearing stockings, seemed to own quite a few sandals. Sometimes she wore a pair of silver strapless sandals, sometimes white high-heeled sandals with thin straps, and sometimes a pair of black high-heeled sandals with thin straps. Yang Kunling was unconcerned about appearances; she often dangled her high heels on her toes, or took them off, curled her legs up on a chair, and stroked her feet with one hand. At that moment, my eyes were practically burning with desire as I greedily admired this sexy beauty. Her feet were thin and slightly long, with well-proportioned toes and smooth, rounded heels—the overall effect was sexy and beautiful. One day, I noticed that Yang Kunling, the beauty in stockings, was wearing a long halter dress and a pair of black strappy sandals—the kind with two thin straps across the instep, very sexy sandals. Her toes were slender and white. She was sitting opposite me. Her shoulder-length, tousled hair and sweet smile were undeniably alluring. At noon, while the other students were taking a nap, Yang Kunling, the beauty in stockings opposite me, was also drowsy. I was alone, reading a novel online, fiddling with a pencil in my hand. I accidentally dropped it and bent down to pick it up. Inadvertently, I saw Yang Kunling's beautiful feet emerge from those black strappy sandals, her left foot stepping over her right. At that moment, she was reclining slouch, her jade-like legs bent and dangling over the edge of the chair. Yang Kunling, a beauty in stockings, has a pair of beautiful feet. The strappy sandals she wears accentuate her delicate, jade-like feet, making them appear as pure as white lotuses. Ten perfectly proportioned, white toes are neatly exposed, their carefully manicured nails coated with a thin layer of clear, purplish-blue nail polish, like ten rose petals applied. Her feet are thin, her arches beautiful. Inside the darker toe area of the stockings, her toes seem to be wriggling restlessly. Her jade-like feet in the sheer stockings drive me mad with desire. At the heel, her rounded ankles are alluring, and through the gap between the ankle and the shoe, you can see her white soles. I just stare at Yang Kunling's beautiful feet, mesmerized! Her big toe is full and shapely, the other four toes gradually shorten, and her little toe resembles a grape, covered by the sheer stockings, radiating an alluring sheen that makes my mouth water! Her cherry-red heels resembled ripe apples, soft and smooth, forming an exquisite curve when viewed from the side.

Her calves were snow-white, like sections of jade lotus root, slender yet firm, their smooth skin gleaming with a captivating luster. Her short dress couldn't conceal her long, shapely legs, and her bent posture left one thigh almost entirely exposed, revealing her fair, smooth skin. Today, she wore shiny black stockings. Following her smooth legs, I exclaimed, "My God!" Her thighs were slightly parted, and I could see she was wearing a semi-transparent thong, with a dark patch in the center. My heart pounded wildly. I remembered the digital camera on the table… I slowly got up, sat in my chair, and looked around. My classmates were all sleeping, and two in the back rows were playing games. Then I looked at Yang Kunling, the beautiful girl with slender, white toes in stockings; she was resting, slumped over her desk. I picked up my camera, slowly reached under the table, and pressed the shutter...

Episode 3, Chapter 10: A-Lian

(Chapter 1) A-Lian was my junior high school classmate, and she was exceptionally beautiful. When I first fell in love, she was the first girl I liked. However, back then, society wasn't very open-minded, and it was impossible for male and female classmates to openly date like junior high students do now. I could only keep this love deep in my heart.

Later, we went to different high schools, more than a hundred kilometers apart. For those three years, I never saw her again. I was still too timid to write to her. Later still, I got into a university in Shanghai, while she failed and went to work in a factory. By then, the geographical distance between us had increased to more than two thousand kilometers.

The distant, unfamiliar city made me feel incredibly lonely, and I finally mustered the courage to send her my first love letter. Her reply was passionate and pure, and I still cherish it.

We continued to correspond, but perhaps because she was a little insecure, she ultimately rejected me very kindly. I was heartbroken for a long time, and eventually gave up any hope for her.

After graduation, I returned to my parents' homeland, and a beautiful woman in Chongqing tempted me into marriage. My workplace wasn't far from where she lived, but we still never saw each other again. So, we each married and had children, living our own lives.

Ten years passed, and we were both thirty-one years old.

One day, we bumped into each other on the street. I recognized her immediately; she was still stunningly beautiful.

For the next month, I frequently invited her out, and sometimes she came to my house. We were both adults, so of course we knew what feelings were, and we knew the physical and mental pleasure that our secret affair brought us. Our desires grew stronger, and our old love rekindled.

That day in July this year will be a special day in my life: I took A-Lian to bed and had sex with her!

At 10:15 a.m., I called her and invited her to my house. She agreed almost without hesitation. So I went home and waited for her. I figured that today was a good chance of fulfilling my long-held wish to have sex with her, so I specially gave her a bath and washed her thoroughly.

Then, I turned on the DVD player and started playing some soothing music. At 11:05 a.m., she knocked on my door. I opened the door for her with excitement and led her inside.

She was wearing a short skirt, of average quality, but the style was very nice, revealing a large part of her shoulders—seemingly reflecting her tight financial situation. After she came in, she sat in her usual spot on the sofa, while I picked up a low stool and sat opposite her—this way, I could talk to her face-to-face and observe her closely. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of her inner thighs: incredibly smooth, white, and tender flesh.

I also saw her panties, perfectly covering her alluring vulva.

We chatted casually, and I gradually steered the conversation towards my longing for her and my desire over the years; she chuckled. I invited her to dance to the music, and after a slight hesitation, I pulled her up.

I immediately adopted an intimate embrace, resting my chin on her bare shoulder. We danced and whispered sweet nothings, and I stroked her bare back with my right hand while my left hand, unnoticed, slipped under her skirt and touched her vulva. She became coy, half-heartedly resisting, feigning reluctance, and I thought I had a chance. Seizing the opportunity, I mustered my courage and asked her to go to bed with me, but her refusal wasn't firm enough. Then, step by step, I stirred her emotions and gradually pulled her into the bedroom. She finally followed me into the bedroom where something inappropriate was destined to happen.

I pressed her down onto the bed, and she looked at me shyly, her face flushing. I kissed her lips first, and she returned the kiss. I slowly lifted her skirt with my hand, caressing her genitals through her panties, stroking and lightly scraping the cleft. She was aroused, her breathing becoming heavy. However, removing her narrow panties proved quite difficult: I pulled them down, she pulled them up again, and this repeated several times until finally, her panties were down to her knees. She gave up trying to pull them up again, and finally, I could see her beautiful body from her navel to her knees without any obstruction, including, of course, her exposed vulva—her lower abdomen was still so smooth. Her face turned even redder, and she shyly turned her head to the side, allowing me to greedily feast my eyes.

I had fantasized about her naked body for many years, especially about her beautiful vagina, which had been the object of my masturbation fantasies for years. Today, I finally had my wish fulfilled and could truly and carefully observe and play with it.

Her mons pubis was full, with long and sparse pubic hair, only a thin line extending downwards and disappearing into that plump cleft. My hand lingered around that plump cleft. Her labia were thick, and the muscles of her vulva were flawless, as if they had the luster of a virgin.

She must be 31 years old this year, but a beauty is a beauty, and she was indeed still very beautiful, with even more of the charm unique to a young woman. Her slender waist, her plump and fair abdomen—upon closer inspection, one could still see the faint stretch marks that could not be erased—her erotic body made my blood boil.

Her vulva was truly a masterpiece of my dreams: it had an extremely beautiful shape, her labia majora were still thick, perfectly wrapping around the labia minora, and the labia minora, which were only slightly exposed, emitted a pink and alluring light. It was exactly like a virgin's vagina, unlike the dark, loose vagina typically found in married women.

Discovering this was unbelievable, considering she was a woman married for nine years with a six-year-old daughter; moreover, her husband must have made love to her countless times, always surrounded by such beauty. Yet, none of this had altered her overall beauty, especially the beauty of her genitals—who could imagine? I couldn't help but secretly envy her husband's good fortune.

And now, this body temporarily belonged to me; I could play with her as I pleased, make love to her, my heart was driven mad by her! —Perhaps this was the true pleasure of adultery?

I teased A-Lian's desire with my fingers, my middle finger gently tracing her labia minora and clitoris, eliciting moans from her: her labia minora were already glistening with vaginal fluid. Then, my middle finger parted her labia and slowly inserted into her vagina!

I savored the pleasure emanating from deep within her vagina: it was incredibly hot and moist, the clitoris of her vaginal walls sucking at my fingers, constantly lubricating my intoxicating sensation.

Finally, I withdrew my wet fingers, brought them to my nose, and praised her wonderful scent without reservation. Her face flushed even more, becoming alluringly beautiful.

When I tried to kiss her genitals, she perhaps felt it was dirty and stopped me.

However, she eventually relinquished her underwear, allowing me to remove it completely, and she willingly raised her legs.

Now, A-Lian's lower body was completely naked. I greedily used my eyes, hands, mouth, and nose to admire and caress her beautiful navel, lower abdomen, cleft, and thighs, and she no longer resisted, only refusing to let my mouth touch her vulva. Her body had a wonderfully fragrant aroma, and she shyly kept her eyes closed and turned her head away.

—I can't recall which erotic novel I'd seen a description of the exact same method I was using. I'd unintentionally applied the novel's method: "capture the king first," meaning to deal with the woman's lower body first, and the rest would fall into place. Unexpectedly, this method proved remarkably effective.

Of course, today's smooth success couldn't be ruled out by factors like A-Lian's prior intention to offer herself to me, or other reasons. Otherwise, even with my handsome looks and extraordinary skills, she wouldn't have obediently lay on my bed.

(Chapter Two) I continued to stimulate and tease her vulva with deep affection, my lips returning to her burning face. After a while, she got up. I seized the opportunity to remove her top and unhooked her bra—she had lost all resistance and only wanted to make love to me naturally; she should know my intentions—her large, young breasts were now freely freed.

I touched her slightly brownish nipples with my fingertips; they quickly hardened—after all, they were nipples that had nursed a child, so their color was a bit darker. Then I grasped her large breasts in my hands and licked them with my tongue.

Those were two mounds of tender, sexy flesh. While lacking the firmness and perkiness of a young girl's breasts, they possessed the fullness, sensuality, and milky fragrance unique to a mature woman. I couldn't even cover her breasts with one hand; they were on the body of such a tall, beautiful woman with delicate skin—touching them felt incredibly pleasurable!

Now, she seemed somewhat unable to control herself. She was still kissing me while frantically tugging at my shirt. I took the opportunity to remove my own clothes, revealing my bare chest, and pressed myself against her body. I stroked her hair with both hands, held her head, and sucked on her eager tongue. Through my pants, I thrust my gradually erect penis into her lovely private parts.

This series of actions elicited a strong reaction from her; her eyes were closed, her face flushed, and her breathing rapid, as if she were dizzy. Only then did I truly believe: inserting my penis into the vagina of this woman I had longed for day and night would be an easy thing! Heaven generously rewarded my decades-long, pent-up longing for this woman! I truly thank the heavens!

So I took off my trousers and underwear, and naked, I lay once again on top of A-Lian, who was only wearing a short skirt. I pulled her skirt up a bit, our lips met, and my throbbing penis touched her vulva, naturally and skillfully searching for the entrance—I was no stranger to a woman's body; I knew how to enter.

I could feel that her opening was completely wet, but I wasn't in a hurry to penetrate. I simply rubbed my penis against the entrance of that wet hole, causing her sticky love juice to continue to silently accumulate more and more. Her vagina was dripping wet, practically soaked, when I began to thrust my penis in.

With a soft "whoosh," mingled with her fluids, my penis slid cleanly and powerfully into her body...

First the glans, then the shaft, I felt the pleasurable sensation of being enveloped by her vaginal walls—the moment a man penetrates a woman's body is truly exhilarating, especially the first time entering the vagina of a complete stranger?

The pleasure from my penis was indescribable! At the same time, I heard her let out a satisfied, soul-stirring moan, sucking my tongue even tighter. A woman experiences indescribable ecstasy when receiving a man's penis.

I was fully inside!

Finally, she murmured, "It's over, it's over..."

—perhaps she was lamenting the loss of her virginity? Perhaps a woman must express her due restraint and self-reproach one last time? I didn't care about any of that; I had entered her body, and I wanted to pursue the pleasure of sexual intercourse with her! I wanted her to experience pleasure too! So I thrust in and out violently, all the way in and out, hoping to immediately send her into a state of unbearable excitement.

Sex is so pleasurable! Men and women alike!

I knew she was a lovely woman, and she certainly didn't lack sexual desire. At this moment, her emotions were completely open—perhaps she was also looking forward to our intercourse, perhaps she had longed to have sex with her former outstanding male classmates! Perhaps she had fantasized and longed for my naked body and penis for many years! Perhaps the special pleasure of infidelity is an irresistible joy for any man or woman!

I pulled out my penis, pulled her up, and completely removed her cumbersome skirt and her already loosened bra, then made her lie down again. Now, she was completely naked, without a single thread, and unconsciously assumed a wanton position for intercourse, completely exposing her vulva to me.

She looked at me with a flushed face, and I boldly looked back at her, carefully examining her entire body.

I first glanced at A-Lian's vulva. Her labia minora were swollen, parted to form a hole—the shape left by my penis's penetration, still not fully recovered! Her vulva and perineum were dripping with white, sticky vaginal fluid, reaching all the way to her anus.

Her anus was a small, red opening, and her buttocks were plump and alluring. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, and her breath sweet.

Her body was flawless, white as jade, with large breasts, a slender waist, long, shapely legs, and a voluptuous figure—purely like a modern-day Yang Guifei.

Frankly, I had never before played with such a tall, voluptuous beauty. Lying on top of her felt like being on a large, unsinkable ship, only needing to sway and rock with her.

All of this made my penis grow even stronger. I crawled on top of her again, pressing my chest against her breasts and rubbing back and forth; my penis re-entered her vagina, my hips thrusting, continuing the beautiful piston-like motion.

She closed her eyes again, actively responding to my thrusts, like a slut!

This time, we made the floor shake and the bed tremble...

I thrust for twenty minutes straight! Her love juices flowed freely!

However, for some reason, my penis lacked the necessary resilience. As the thrusting continued, it very uncooperatively began to sag. I quickly thrust a few more times, and Ah Lian cooperated, naturally clamping her flesh around my penis, and I regained my virility.

I told her to move to the corner of the bed, and she obediently did so, so I stood on the floor and lifted her legs with both hands.

I had only intended to hold her legs in a "pushing a cart" position, but she proactively placed her feet on my shoulders, bending her legs sharply backward. This forced me to cup her plump buttocks with my hands, leaning forward into a standard "pushing a cart upright" position. However, I understood that she chose this position to allow my penis to penetrate deeper into her vagina.

She was far more adept at this than my wife; she couldn't even do it! So, I gripped her buttocks tightly, launching a deeper assault on her vagina. This

provided greater stimulation for both of us—however, the only drawback was that I couldn't see where our bodies met. I had been eager to see my penis entering and exiting this beautiful classmate's exquisite vagina; I imagined the shape of her vaginal opening must be incredibly beautiful! My penis entering and exiting must feel incredibly lewd and powerful—but regardless, now her vagina was gripping my shaft deeply and tightly, giving me immense pleasure!

Each thrust brought me immense pleasure. Later, as the speed increased, I could no longer feel the sensation of each thrust; I only felt a continuous stream of pleasure emanating from the tip of my penis and from her body. This unparalleled pleasure rose higher and higher, compelling me to penetrate her every time, even freeing my hands to roughly fondle her breasts. It was so amazing!

We played like this for 15 minutes, but unfortunately, my penis began to soften again. Ah Lian noticed and seemed a little disappointed, suggesting we take a short break, which I agreed to.

I had her roll over onto me, and I embraced her, letting her entire weight press against me—she probably weighed 50 kilograms—while I continued to rub my limp penis against her warm, wet vulva, hoping to regain an erection. Her vaginal fluid silently flowed over my penis and lower abdomen—I loved the wetness flowing from her at that moment!

We talked for a while. She even complained, blaming herself, that because she had given birth naturally, her uterus and vagina were looser than those who had C-sections, and she couldn't give me much satisfaction.

How could I blame her? Her words, however, deeply moved me. Actually, I knew that Ah Lian had tried her best to please me, because I could clearly feel her vagina intentionally tightening while we were having sex—she genuinely wanted me to experience great satisfaction with her body; she was willing to give me the greatest pleasure.

I said, "No, it's probably because I'm a little nervous."

—I thought to myself, I am indeed quite nervous today, because we are both having a crazy affair behind our wives' and husbands' backs, engaging in immoral, naked intercourse, pursuing sexual gratification with little "shame." —Therefore, I am genuinely a little afraid; how can I confidently achieve a full erection?

I asked her again if she had used contraception. She said no. I said, "I'll put on a condom in a bit."

She didn't answer.

My penis slowly hardened again under the friction of her flesh.

(Chapter 3) I had her roll over and lie flat on her back, then pressed her down on top of me again. After a few thrusts, my penis regained its strength.

I took out a condom and had her put it on for me. She grasped my penis, which was covered in her love juice, with her delicate, trembling hands and silently helped me put on the condom. She kneaded and teased my scrotum, and unexpectedly lowered her head to kiss my glans with her red cherry lips, once, twice, three times...

Ah Lian's series of actions made my blood boil, and my penis became erect to its maximum. What a lovely woman she was! This time I decided to ejaculate as quickly as possible, so I thrust and pounded hard as soon as I entered.

After ten minutes of vigorous thrusting, my penis swelled, and the speed of my thrusts increased, relentlessly pounding deep into her vagina, almost hitting her cervix each time. My lower abdomen pounded violently against her mons pubis and pubic bone.

Sensing my impending ejaculation, she tightly sucked on my tongue, her hands gripping my waist tightly, pulling me towards her abdomen, her large breasts pressed against my chest. Her whole body trembled violently, especially her lower body, which throbbed violently, her buttocks slamming against the mattress with a "crackling" sound—her entire body was coordinating with my final thrusts.

Ah Lian let out pleasurable

moans of "ooh...ooh..." interspersed with my name—she was clearly trying to help me reach the peak of intercourse, or perhaps she was also close to orgasm!

An uncontrollable wave of pleasure surged from the point where our bodies met, from the head of my penis, from my entire shaft, coursing through my body, agitating, spreading, and exploding… Her vagina was churning like a stormy sea, steaming hot, enveloping and squeezing my ever-increasing sensations, giving me indescribable comfort.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Finally, I released all the deep love, longing, and sexual urge I had accumulated within me for over a decade, both physical and spiritual, into her with my gushing semen!

As I ejaculated, her mouth broke free from mine, letting out a soul-stirring, ecstatic

cry of "Ah… Ah…!" This beautiful woman's delicate screams, her wild roars of sexual satisfaction, were so wonderful!

We both reached orgasm simultaneously! This orgasm I had longed for with her!

After ejaculation, she left my penis inside her, slowly shrunken until it naturally and completely slid out of her body. During this time, neither of us uttered a word. What more needed to be said? Everything was understood without words!

I remained on top of her, gazing at her with deep emotion. She opened her eyes and looked back at me with equal passion and openness.

I was incredibly grateful to her; she had fulfilled a dream I'd had since my teenage years. Now, my dream had come true, even though she was now a young woman. Had she ever dreamed of such things? Perhaps only in her final climax did she involuntarily open herself completely to me, surrendering her body and soul entirely!

Could I bear such genuine affection and devotion?

This beautiful young woman, my classmate! ...

Then we got up. I asked her to shower, which she obediently did. I took the opportunity to remove the condom. A lot of my semen had been ejaculated, all inside the condom, while the outside was covered in A-Lian's thick, white vaginal fluid. Our respective essences were separated by the soft membrane of the condom, unable to merge.

A strange thought flashed through my mind: Now, after this intoxicating story with the still lovely A-Lian, will there be a thin film of worldly barriers between us? This thought was truly laughable!

I looked at the condom in my hand again, reluctantly threw it away, and tidied up the whole room.

When she came out of the shower, it was already 1:45 PM.
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Episode 4 01 Sigh! My Lewd Teacher

(Part 1) Studying is usually tedious, and there are far more male teachers than female teachers, especially young ones. So, when Teacher Guo Jin walked into the classroom, everyone was in an uproar. Teacher Wang wasn't pretty, probably around 26 years old, 168 cm tall, with long legs, a fresh face with a slightly serious air, the kind of temperament a university teacher would have. She was slender, with a thin waist, so her hips appeared a little large. Of course, the most striking feature was her breasts, which were indeed quite large. I didn't expect such a thin person to have such ample breasts, and they didn't sag, unlike those that are artificially implanted and disgusting. Some people say she has a good figure, but I don't think so. Being thin, having long legs, and big breasts—that's what a good figure is?

I don't think so. Does this seem a bit confusing? First impressions are often based on appearance.

Ms. Wang's teaching level is average, so I only glanced at her breasts when she was writing on the blackboard with her back to us (because they were really big, so "breasts visible from behind"). Of course, when she turned around, I had to take a closer look. However, several times, when my gaze moved from her breasts to her eyes, I realized she was looking at me with displeasure. At first, I didn't care, but when I suddenly remembered that she might be able to make our International Finance program fail, I decided to restrain myself. After a while, of course, I lost interest in looking.

I heard that the Commodity Teacher is a beauty; as soon as she entered the classroom, she attracted dozens of eager eyes. Although I don't think she's beautiful, it's rare to find such a beautiful teacher in an engineering university. She's 20 years old, with fair and rosy skin, a round face, bright eyes, and a very attractive small red mouth. Her voice is gentle (unlike Ms. Wang's voice in International Finance). (She's a bit chubby) Compared to Teacher Wang, she seemed a little plump, but much prettier, so I thought she was voluptuous, even though she only had round hips and no high breasts. In short, my first impression was that it was a waste for her to be a teacher; I really wanted to possess her.

I don't know how Teacher He's classes are, because I didn't attend; I only overheard a few sentences and discovered she's really knowledgeable about products. If someone married her, it would be so much fun to go shopping with her.

During the product exam, Teacher He cut her long hair and got a trendy new hairstyle, but she lost her youthful and alluring charm. However, her white dress was very sexy; because the fabric at the chest was thick, it was impossible to tell if she was wearing a bra. During the International Finance exam, I kept my head down, afraid that Teacher Wang would recognize me.

Summer vacation was approaching, and I finally failed my International Finance exam. Helpless, I had no choice but to go to Teacher Wang's International Finance office. Teacher, I'm just trying to see if there's any chance of a turnaround, but I don't have high hopes.

The teachers' dormitories at our school are in poor condition; the old, two-story building is dark and damp. As soon as I opened the door, I saw that strange yet familiar look in Teacher Wang's eyes again. She clearly recognized me, but I still introduced myself. She then invited me in. I noticed the room wasn't large, with two beds, apparently shared by two people. Perhaps to keep the room cool, the curtains were drawn, and a desk lamp was on. I explained my purpose and took the opportunity to observe Teacher Wang. She still had that same expression, but she was wearing a very cool, pajamas-like cotton top and pants. This kind of clothing didn't show off her long legs, but it accentuated her curves and made her breasts appear fuller. Because her clothes and bra were light-colored, her dark nipples were faintly visible. She was wearing plastic slippers, and her snow-white feet were also very thin… or perhaps… It was Ms. Wang who told me that failing the International Finance exam was irreversible, and I almost forgot why I was there.

I hadn't held out much hope, but then I noticed her chest heaving violently towards the end, her breasts almost bursting out, her legs pressed tightly together, and her voice sounding slightly choked. A surge of heat rose within me, and my penis nearly became erect. I quickly stood up to leave to avoid embarrassment, and Ms. Wang stood up at the same time, which unexpectedly brought us even closer. Looking into her eyes, I saw a strange mix of longing and something else. Her breasts were probably less than a centimeter away from me; I could feel the intermittent pressure of the air passing between us, or perhaps it was the sensation of her heaving breasts touching my sensitive skin. The warm atmosphere of the room had transformed into a strange scent—was it the scent of this woman before me?

When she looked at me angrily, I realized my right hand had somehow ended up on her waist. She didn't scold or resist. My heart raced, and without thinking, I quickly pulled her close, pressing my lips to hers. Her weak hands seemed only to express that she wasn't a promiscuous woman and to uphold her dignity as a teacher; she merely gave me a weak push before gripping my shoulders tightly, as if afraid of losing something. She opened her mouth, letting me savor her smooth tongue, then sucked my saliva and tongue into her mouth. My left hand stroked her back; it wasn't as I had imagined... She had bones, but also the softness of a woman. My right hand moved from stroking her buttocks to grasping and kneading. She didn't speak, because she knew she could only make "hmm" and "ah" sounds. Her breathing was rapid, and her heaving breasts pressed against my chest. The feeling of holding her changed from refreshing to burning. This heat went straight to my lower body, making my penis swell and press against her lower abdomen. I squeezed my right middle finger between her buttocks and rubbed the outer edge of her anus hard. She also twisted her hips, her lower abdomen rubbing against my penis. When I forcefully pushed her pants into her anus, she let out a "hmm" and her whole body trembled.

I knew I should strike while the iron was hot. With my left hand, I felt her smooth skin as I smoothly removed her top, while my right hand slipped inside her panties. Her smooth, elastic buttocks made me want to grasp them completely, but my hand probably couldn't even hold half of them. I could only knead and squeeze them back and forth. When I tried to move my right hand to the front, I encountered resistance, but I was prepared. I gently blew into her ear with the mouth that had been kissing her earlobe. I felt her tremble, as if she were suffocating, unable to resist. I finally grasped that mysterious, tender flesh, her smooth labia... Soft pubic hair, alluring clitoris, trembling warmth—a blissful pleasure spread through my entire body from between my fingers. I let my fingers caress her cherished secret place, my middle finger pressing between her labia minora, using my fingers to separate the four labia majora and minora from her thighs, slowly pressing and moving. Finally, I let my middle finger linger at the vaginal opening, gently rubbing it, while the heel of my palm caressed her clitoris. I kissed her from her neck to her chest, then slipped my tongue into her cleavage, tasting the unknown area. My breathing was loud, but it couldn't drown out her moans: "...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Ah...Mmm..."

Her vagina... The temperature rose, and my middle finger began to wet. Before she could even stand, she took off my shirt. I laid her flat on the bed and pulled off all her pants. Her wet pubic hair and the glistening fluids washing over my fingers made her eyes tightly closed, savoring everything that was happening now and about to happen. I ripped off her last piece of clothing, her bra, and two snow-white, full breasts jumped out at me. Large, white, and tender breasts stood tall and hemispherical, with small, purplish-black areolas and nipples like black dates. It was an irresistible temptation. I took off my outer pants, pressed my knee against her wet vulva, and continued… Playing with my clitoris, I freed my hands and rushed between my breasts. I buried my head in the cleavage, inhaling the scent, licking the base of my breasts. The tender breasts rubbed against my cheeks, and my hands trembled as I grasped and kneaded my breasts. I kissed every part of my breasts, finally taking my right nipple into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the nipple, my saliva moistening the areola. My right hand rubbed my left nipple, then I switched to the left and took the hardened nipple into my mouth, then back to the right. I sucked on the nipples and gently bit the areolas, savoring these two strange things. It was because of them that I had come here.

“…Hmm…Ah…Ah…Hmm…Hmm…Ah…Hmm…Hmm…Hmm…”

Teacher Wang wanted to speak, but she could only utter these two sounds. However, the way she pulled off my underwear expressed what she wanted to say. Her soft hands grasped my already hard penis and pulled it towards her genitals. She must have wanted to understand my penis better. The usually serious Teacher Wang had become the lustful body beneath me. I knew I shouldn't keep this thirsty woman waiting any longer. Before leaving her plump breasts, I bit her nipple again and pinched the other one with my hand, as if trying to squeeze out milk. Perhaps I used too much force, “Ah…”

she cried out in pain.

It was my first time, so I wanted to know if her private area had been trodden by anyone else. So I slowly kissed from her cleavage down to her navel. The little hole on her smooth abdomen was filled with my saliva. I continued kissing down to her testicles. Perhaps I hadn't conquered her yet, because her legs were closed, which neither of us could tolerate. I gently rubbed the upper part of her clitoris with my left index finger, feeling her tremble. My right hand started from the inside of her right thigh, stroking past her vulva to the inside of her left thigh, and then back to the right. The smooth, moist skin filled my fingers with desire. As I stroked and kneaded, the frequency and intensity increased, and her fair thighs slowly parted. A woman's scent wafted over, and her juices flowed freely. It must be that her vagina and uterus were drooling with jealousy from her labia and clitoris. The sparse pubic hair couldn't cover the secret place. I parted the slippery labia majora, revealing the rosy labia minora, and further inside, the moist vaginal opening looked exceptionally tender. There I saw the mysterious hymen, and a surge of heat made my penis swell even thicker and larger.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Her thirst made her unbearable, and her hands reached for my penis again, but I wanted to do things my own way, so I pressed her hands down on the bed, pressed my body against her breasts, put my tongue in my mouth for her to suck, and then sucked her tongue in my mouth to taste it. Then I moved to the side and kissed her earlobe, my glans rubbing back and forth between her clitoris and vaginal opening, occasionally hitting her labia minora. She couldn't speak, and her hands couldn't move, only choking back sobs that made her breasts and lower body start to vibrate, which made me even more excited. After rubbing for a while, I stopped my glans at the vaginal opening and saw the painful expression of Teacher Wang below due to thirst. In front of me was a young virgin, a university teacher. Extreme pride and desire made me thrust downwards with force, and my glans broke through the hymen and entered the narrow, lubricated vagina. Blood stained our point of union.

"Ah..."

After a painful cry, Teacher Wang opened her eyes, tears welling up. Although I was pressing down on her 168cm tall body, I felt she was incredibly petite and endearing. So I released her hands and kissed her eyebrows and lips... As I pulled my penis upwards, she suddenly pressed her hand against my buttocks, as if afraid I would leave. How could I leave? Leaving this woman of desire at this moment would probably be more painful than killing her. I pulled my penis upwards and then thrust it in even deeper, half of my penis sinking in.

"Mmm..."

After a blissful moan, she wrapped her arms around my back with relief, making me press tightly against her firm breasts. I stroked her cheeks and kissed her, and she returned my kisses with affection. Of course, my penis couldn't stop. I slowly withdrew and then thrust deeply again. Her vagina was moist and warm, tightly enveloping my penis. The friction between the vaginal walls and my penis during thrusting made my penis itch slightly. When I withdrew, I pushed my body upward so that the exposed part of my penis could rub against her clitoris, and the pressure on her breasts was even stronger. Withdrawing and inserting, withdrawing and inserting again, each time my penis thrust deeper and harder.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..."

Her moans encouraged me to thrust deeper into her vagina with even more force. She bent her knees, spreading her legs wider so I could penetrate even further. With a powerful thrust, the head of my penis hit another channel. With my 18-centimeter-long penis, I knew that was the cervix. So I thrust hard, inserting my entire penis into her vagina. The cervix enveloped the head of my penis, and a wave of intense itching spread throughout my entire shaft.

"Ah..."

Amidst cries of pleasure, her forbidden territory, guarded for 26 years, welcomed its first visitor, and I completely possessed it. To relieve the itch, I began to wriggle around her vagina. Her breasts made me feel there was still a distance between us, so I squeezed her breasts hard, feeling the stimulation there. Her moans grew louder and louder. I pinched her soft ribs with my hand.

"Ah..."

Another cry of pleasure escaped her lips, and she involuntarily twisted her hips, making my penis feel like it was rotating as well. Pleasure spread throughout my body, reaching her as well, because she began to wiggle her hips. This excited us both greatly. I began to squeeze her vagina, my penis thrusting wildly inside her, but her moans seemed to fade. She raised her legs high and then tightly wrapped them around my waist, her arms gripping my back from behind. Her previously narrow vagina began to tighten, as if she were suffocating, her body only contracting and trembling. I knew she was approaching orgasm. The tight embrace made my penis incredibly hot; I felt I was about to ejaculate. But if I ejaculated now, her orgasm would quickly subside, which would be unfair to the woman who had brought me to such pleasure. So I continued to rhythmically squeeze her vagina. Although my penis moved with difficulty inside her, it continuously pushed her towards orgasm. We remained like this for about ten minutes, and just before her orgasm subsided, I used all my strength to thrust my lower abdomen forward, my penis jerking out, and I ejaculated.

"Ah..."

The high-pitched screams fueled my climax, my penis thrusting repeatedly into her vagina and uterus, my semen continuously washing over my colony.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

As I ejaculated my last drop of semen, we both reached ecstasy. I lay on the bed, letting Teacher Wang lie on top of me, my penis still inside her. We were both drenched in sweat—no, perhaps drenched in semen and vaginal fluid. I pulled off her headdress, letting her long hair fall over her shoulders. The feeling of a woman with long hair was wonderful. I stroked her back and kneaded her buttocks through her hair. Her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing shallow, a blissful smile on her lips, quietly enjoying the final caresses. Her body trembled, especially the beautiful, tender flesh gripping my penis, quivering against my lower abdomen as if sobbing.

This was my first woman, Teacher Wang. I will make the most of your breasts, let your tender flesh experience unprecedented stimulation, and let your orgasms rise and rise. Ms. Wang's breathing calmed down. She opened her eyes, and the penis still inside her reminded her that this soft thing had just pierced her hymen, rubbed against her vagina, penetrated her uterus, filled her womb, possessed her entire reproductive system, and plucked the fruit she had nurtured for 26 years.

Thinking of her own hungry moans and excited screams, Ms. Wang buried her blushing face in my arms.

"You passed the test,"

her voice was still high-pitched, but gentle. When I thrust hard and blood splattered from her vagina, I knew I had passed. I laid her flat, pulled out my penis, and let her vagina return to its original state so it wouldn't loosen prematurely. I caressed her breasts; they were incredibly soft from our recent encounter, and her nipples were exceptionally tender. These wonderful breasts were truly irresistible.

"Ms. Wang, did it feel good just now?"

I asked softly.

"Yes, it felt good,"

she said gently.

"I want to know what a woman's body feels like during sex?"

I continued to caress her, helping her recover. She hugged me, her face flushed.

"I felt so itchy down there, and I wanted to scratch it. When you touched my genitals, it felt like I was being electrocuted, my whole body went numb, it felt so good, and the itching stopped. I wished you would keep touching me like that forever, but then you sped up, touching and rubbing, and I felt so itchy inside my vagina. Before, it was just a light itch, but inside my vagina it was an intense itch. I wanted to find something to put in and rub to stop the itch, but you wouldn't put it in. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't say anything. When I was so itchy inside that I was about to lose consciousness, you finally put it in. Although it hurt a lot at first, it felt so good. When you pulled up, it itched even more, and when you put it in again, it felt even better. That must be what pleasure is, right? Later, I couldn't tell if it was itching or pleasure anymore. I just wanted to hold you tightly so that I would feel even itchier and more pleasure. When you ejaculated, you were so strong. I felt like I was about to be split in two. You were thrusting so hard that I felt like I was going to die."

Her voice became lewd.

"Did you cry when I went in?"

"Yes, I'm not casual. I thought I'd wait until our wedding night to do this. I cherish it, and I wasn't prepared at all when you went in. But I don't regret it. I used to think sex was great, but today I know how pleasurable it is. Being a woman is so wonderful. I wish I'd met you sooner."

She seemed even more alluring, and I really wanted to go in again.

"Did I look very lewd then?"

"No, you were very beautiful."

"You won't never come to me again, will you?"

she asked sweetly.

Never come again? How could I bear to part with such a wonderful woman?

"No, I'll come and pamper you often. Besides, I haven't said I'm leaving yet. After you recover, we'll do it again, and I'll make you feel even better."

"Then you have to pamper me well later,"

she said lewdly. "What do you call this kind of thing?"

"It's called 'fucking'."

"Fucking... ah... that word sounds so lewd!"

Her voice was indeed very lewd. "I heard that people usually fuck fast and hard, it's scary. Why don't you do it like that? But it feels so good to me."

"Fast and slow fucking each have their own merits. I think that savoring it slowly allows us to fully experience the pleasure and reach the highest level of sex. But always going at a slow pace makes it hard to enjoy, and it gets boring after a while. So the way we make love needs to be varied. We'll give you a hard time later, okay?"

"My lower part has been yours for a long time. Do whatever you want with it, just thrust into me as hard as you want..."

I stopped listening to her lewd words and prepared to fulfill my promise. I made her lie flat, took her hand and kissed it, sucking on her slender fingers and stroking her jade-like arms. When my eyes fell on her vibrant breasts, I couldn't help but pounce on them, kissing, kneading, sucking, and biting. She smiled proudly, as if I had already been defeated by her jade breasts. This was unacceptable. I left her breasts, turned her over, and thought to myself, "Later, I'll make you beg me to penetrate your vagina, and then we'll see if you're still smiling!"

My lips moved from her smooth back to her buttocks and thighs. I turned her over, grabbed her right leg and held it in my arms, rubbing her vulva with my knee. I began to savor her jade-like legs, kneading her slender, smooth thighs, from her thighs to her calves, and then back again. I lifted her legs up and held them tightly to my body, letting my chest and lower abdomen feel the softness and delicacy of her jade-like legs. My swollen penis touched the inside of her thighs. I kissed her thin, white feet. The hard bones and delicate skin on them made my desire rise. When I kissed the soles of her feet, her legs suddenly pulled back. Her smooth jade-like legs roamed over my body, rubbing against my penis. I held her jade-like legs tightly to prevent them from slipping away again, and then licked the soles of her feet. Her jade-like legs struggled desperately, her smooth skin rubbing against my upper body and penis. Her clitoris also rubbed against my knees with the twisting of her body.

"Ah...ah...ah...um...ah...um...um...ah...ah ah..."

Her breasts swayed powerfully, and fluid flowed from her vagina.

"It itches...it itches...no...no...um...don't...um...um...ah...faster...faster...insert it...inside...um...ah...it itches..."

Whether it was her feet or her vagina that itched, she had succumbed to my power. I spread her legs and thrust in forcefully.

"Ah..."

A cry of unparalleled pleasure escaped her lips, encouraging me to go deeper. I was now an expert, and I grabbed her knees and spread them apart against her chest, thrusting deeper and harder into her vagina with each stroke. The fluid flowing from there wet our thighs, and her snow-white breasts bounced up and down with my movements.

"Ah...ah...ah...um...um...um...ah um...ah...um..."

The space inside her vagina was getting smaller and smaller, and she was beginning to climax. But I wanted to take her to an even higher level, so I turned her over so she was lying on her side, pushing one of her legs towards her chest. My penis rubbed against the inner walls of her vagina, the glans thrusting into her cervix. Her excited body vibrated back and forth on the bed as I thrust into her.

"Ah...ah...ah...um...ah...ah..."

She climaxed again, and I turned her over again, my penis swirling inside her vagina.

"Ah...um...um...ah...ah..."

I made her kneel in front of me with her back to me, grabbed her arms and pulled them back, suspending her upper body in the air so I could thrust harder. I spread her legs wider with my legs, and her smooth buttocks on my lower abdomen aroused my fighting spirit. I thrust forward forcefully into her vagina.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm ah..."

Her moans lingered in my ears, and she couldn't help but writhe her hips in front of me. Her long hair swayed back and forth with each powerful thrust, and her hot, tight vagina brought us both to orgasm. I pressed her down on the bed, making her buttocks stick out even higher. I lay on top of her, my hands reaching forward to tightly grasp her breasts.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

With screams, I thrust into her uterus, filling her body with streams of hot fluid. We embraced tightly, savoring the pleasure we had just experienced. Her trembling, wet body was intoxicating.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening startled us from our lingering warmth. I realized it was already evening. It was Ms. He, the saleswoman, who entered. She was startled at first, but quickly smiled calmly at Ms. Wang. Ms. Wang, seeing her reaction, naturally greeted her in return. My heartbeat returned to normal, and I greeted Ms. He with composure. It turns out that Teacher He and Teacher Wang live together. I heard that although Teacher He is Han Chinese, she grew up in Xinjiang. I never expected that the people of Xinjiang would be so open-minded...

Episode 4, Part 2:

The Love . I remember that when people wrote the character for "love" in the past, there was a "heart" character inside. Perhaps it was because people back then knew how to love with their hearts. That's why we have stories like "The Romance of the Western Chamber," "The Peony Pavilion," and "The Butterfly Lovers"... so many stories of deep and sincere love. Gradually, the character

for "love" no longer contains the "heart," and people gradually stopped loving with their hearts. I don't know if anyone still writes a "heart" character when writing the character for "love" now, giving their whole heart when loving someone. Love with your heart!

I guessed the beginning of this story, but I can't guess the ending.

"Don't push!"

I yelled at a middle-aged woman behind me. Sweat had soaked through my clothes. My forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Although it was late autumn in October, my face felt hot. There were too many people taking this train to Chengdu today. It was a Sunday afternoon, and many students, office workers, and migrant workers heading to Chengdu were taking this train. I was in such a rush that I hadn't even bought a ticket. I called several friends who worked at the train station, but either no one was home or their phones were off. Having no other option, I had to queue and squeeze in.

I had already taken off my hat and put it in my bag, but I still felt incredibly hot. My heart was pounding with anxiety and unease. I wished I had wings so I could fly to Chengdu instantly. I hadn't seen her all day; we'd lost contact. Was she alright?

We met online. Her name on OICQ was Xinya, and she had chosen a profile picture of a girl with big eyes. Perhaps that's why I added her as a chat friend. Life is like that; sometimes a small thing can change our entire lives. I invited her to visit my profile, "Butterflies Dancing in the Rain." She liked it very much and left a message. After that, we didn't chat for a long time, until that night.

That night, I didn't go online until almost 11 pm. I went for a walk and discovered that my new poem had been published again. Although all my poems have been published, I was still quite happy. I opened OICQ, and only a few friends were on it. Xin Ya was among them. So I chose to chat with her.

If God could give me another chance, to turn back time to that night, I would still choose her. Although everything that followed brought me so much joy, so much sorrow, so much happiness, and so much confusion.

That night we talked a lot. She told me her story, and I told her everything. We talked about Li Qingzhao's "Flowers fall and water flows," Su Dongpo's "Ten years of life and death, a vast and boundless separation," Zhang Ruoxu's "Who first saw the moon by the riverbank?" and Lu You's "Spring light fills the city, willows line the palace walls." I was amazed by her extensive knowledge of Tang and Song poetry, and even more impressed by her unique insights into poetry. I never believed in those so-called love-at-first-sight stories before, but that night I had a strong urge to see her. I don't know if this is what they call "love at first sight," even though we haven't met yet. I believe it's fate, that heaven arranged for us to meet. When I found out she was in Chengdu, I decided to go see her immediately. Xinya told me not to come, saying she was ugly and I would regret it after meeting her. I told Xinya that I wouldn't mind what she looked like. I liked her as a person, not her appearance. We exchanged phone numbers and pagers. I immediately called Xinya.

Xinya's voice was very pleasant, her Mandarin was very standard, and you could hardly tell she had a Sichuan accent. My broken Mandarin, on the other hand, made Xinya laugh so hard. I told her I would be taking the 2 PM train to Chengdu, and Xinya said she would pick me up at the station at 6 PM.

After finishing the call with Xinya, it was already 7:30 AM. I rushed to work to ask for leave. Unexpectedly, my manager wasn't there. He had gone on a business trip to Chongqing that morning. I dialed my manager's cell phone. I couldn't get through; it was switched off. There was nothing I could do but call Xinya and tell her I couldn't get leave, but I would take the 2 AM train to Chengdu to see her, even though I had to go back to work in Nanchong the next day at noon.

Xinya told me not to rush, her brother was coming to see her from Panzhihua. She said even if I came tomorrow, she couldn't play with me. That day was September 26th. Xinya told me she was going to Beijing for the National Day holiday. I would come to Chengdu to see her after she returned from Beijing.

That was the only option at the time. Later, during the National Day holiday, she called me from Beijing. I told her to contact me as soon as I got back to Chengdu, and I would come to see her immediately. I

often hear people say that time heals all wounds, but my longing for Xinya only grows stronger every day. If my heart is a sealed lock, she is the key that unlocks it. If my emotional world is an iceberg, then this iceberg is gradually melting.

It is a destined marriage, a red thread between heaven and earth, that brought us together in this life.

The pain and sorrow of the past have all faded with your presence.

If you look up and see the brightest star in the night sky, that is my gaze upon you with deep affection.

If you listen closely and hear the rustling of the wind through the treetops, that is my tender whisper to you.

Though I have never seen your face, you are the most beautiful angel in my heart.

Though I can only hear your voice on the phone, your words have become an integral part of my life.

When my heart opens again, when love returns, I will wait with my life.

When my heart surges with emotion, when life becomes vibrant again, I will dedicate my entire being to my love for you.

Embracing Heaven I was practically crammed onto the train by the overwhelming crowd. The entire carriage was packed; there wasn't a single empty seat. I was squeezed between two migrant workers, chest to back, back to chest, with no space between us. The smoke and stench of cheap cigarettes filled the entire carriage, making it feel suffocating. My throat was parched, and my lips were cracked and bleeding from the dryness. I haven't slept for two nights, and I seriously doubt whether I can stand all the way to Chengdu without fainting.

Suddenly, the people in front of me moved aside to make way. It turned out two train attendants had arrived. I was also trying to move aside when I heard someone call my name, "Lin Bo." I looked up and, as if finding a needle in a haystack, it was my good friend Yang Jun, who worked at the train station. Goodness, he even had a "Train Conductor" armband on his arm.

"Quick, quick, take me to the sleeper car, I can't take it anymore!"

I grabbed Yang Jun. "Your phone's off, buddy. I couldn't find you anywhere."

"You should have told me you were going to Chengdu a few days in advance. What are you going to do there?"

Yang Jun led me towards the sleeper car, and people made way for us.

"Well, it's a long story, brother."

We arrived at the sleeper car in no time. There were fewer people in the sleeper car, and I felt much more comfortable. "Can you do me a favor?"

I asked Yang Jun.

"You don't want me to treat you to dinner, do you? No problem,"

Yang Jun said with a smile.

Even if there were delicacies laid out before me, I couldn't eat them. I took out a pen and paper from my bag and wrote, "Miss Xinya from the Caotang Campus of Sichuan Normal University, someone has found one of your valuables. Please contact the train conductor immediately after hearing this announcement."

After writing it, I handed the note to Yang Jun.

"Brother, ask the announcer to make this announcement for me. If she comes looking for you, bring her to me,"

I said. "Announce it a few more times, okay?"

Yang Jun grinned. "Is she your girlfriend? You're so excited."

"Brother, please, go do your thing."

I hadn't slept for two days, and I collapsed onto my berth, closing my eyes in a daze.

Xinya returned to Chengdu on October 8th. I only found out she was back when I met her on OICQ. For some reason, she changed her OICQ name to "Paradise." We agreed that I would come to Chengdu to see her on October 13th. But all of this changed because of a page on October 11th.

It was past midnight that night when Xinya (I still prefer to call her by her old online name) suddenly called me twice. For the past few days, I'd been dreaming of meeting her, and seeing her call me so late at night made me wonder if something had happened. Just then, my home phone broke down, so I left and ran through the rain to a public phone booth to call her back.

"Why did you call me so urgently? Is something urgent?"

I asked Xinya.

"Nothing urgent, it's just... just..."

Xinya hesitated.

I got impatient. "What is it? Tell me!"

"Well, it's just..."

Xinya finally decided to speak. "You know, all the girls in my dorm know about you and me. They say you're going to treat them to dinner after you come to Chengdu..."

"What are we going to eat?"

I said coldly.

Xinya didn't notice the change in my tone and asked her dorm girls, "What do you think we should eat?"

"McDonald's, hot pot, KFC, and whole grain chicken!"

came the girls' chatter from the phone.

Good heavens. I braved the rain to go back to my pager, soaked to the bone, just to tell her this. She told me to bring enough money to treat her and her group of girls to a meal. Honestly, even if she hadn't told me, wouldn't I have brought enough money? She's just a student at Sichuan Normal University; there's no way I could expect her to spend money on me.

I feel she doesn't really love me; our love isn't as pure as I imagined. I don't know if I should still go to Chengdu to see her. I wrote about my confusion and feelings on my homepage.

The next night, I drank with some friends. I asked them for their opinions on the matter. They gave me an idea: ask Xinya to come to Nanchong. If she loves me, she will definitely come. If she doesn't love me, then I don't need to force this relationship anymore.

I thought about it all night and felt that my friends' words made some sense. So the next day, October 13th, I paged Xinya and left a message: "I can't come to Chengdu because of illness. Please check my message on my homepage. If you still love me, please come to Nanchong immediately."

I believed that after receiving the page, she would definitely check my message on the homepage and would definitely come to Nanchong. There was no reason; I just believed she would come, just like loving someone doesn't need a reason. I believed that if fate brought us together, it would never let a connection slip away.

I guessed the beginning of this story correctly…

Less than an hour after I paged her, she paged me from Chengdu. Xinya told me that she had bought a train ticket to Nanchong and would be taking the 10 PM train. I knew she would definitely come to Nanchong to find me. I told her I would definitely pick her up at the train station. I would wear casual clothes and a hat. She would definitely recognize me at a glance.

Before midnight, I rushed to the train station. Although I knew Xinya wouldn't arrive for more than two hours, I still stood at the exit early to wait for her. What would it be like to meet her? Holding hands tightly, embracing passionately. My photo is on my homepage; she's already seen what I look like. But I have no idea what she looks like. Is she tall or short, fat or thin, beautiful, or as she says, ugly? Actually, no matter what Xinya looks like, as long as she comes to Nanchong, she will be the most beautiful in my heart.

When someone gives you their heart, you should give them your all in return. Xinya came under the stars and moon, overnight, proving her love for me. I believe she is the one I've been searching for.

All the lights at the station exit came on. Xinya's train had arrived in Nanchong. People poured out of the exit like a tide. Afraid Xinya wouldn't see me, I quickly stood on the steps.

"Hi, Linbo."

I heard Xinya's voice. Turning my head, I saw three girls standing together, all staring at me.

The girl in the middle was quite tall, wearing a denim outfit. I walked directly towards her. I don't know why, but my intuition told me that she was Xinya.

"Hello, Xinya,"

I said, trying to calm myself down. As I got closer, I could see Xinya more clearly.

She looked like a girl from northern China, about 1.7 meters tall. Her shoulder-length hair was tied back in a ponytail. She wore a white t-shirt underneath a denim jacket, and jeans, which accentuated her tall figure.

"How did you know I was Xinya?"

Her words immediately confirmed my judgment. "Because of my intuition. I trust my intuition,"

I said. "Are these two your classmates?"

"These are my classmates. They're studying in Nanchong now,"

Xinya said, pulling a chubby girl beside her. "Those are her classmates. I was worried you wouldn't pick me up at the station, so I asked them to come too."

I smiled and nodded at the two girls.

Xinya told her classmates she would come to see her tomorrow afternoon and then pulled me away.

"Let's find a place to stay first,"

I said to Xinya.

“Okay, but we need to find a place with a China Construction Bank ATM first, I need to withdraw money.”

Xin Ya said, “The weather in Nanchong is so cold. I’m freezing.”

I held Xin Ya's cold little hand, warming it with my own. "Let's talk about withdrawing money tomorrow,"

I said, hailing a taxi. "Xihe Hotel," I told the driver.

The hotel room was much warmer, and I looked at Xin Ya closely again. Her eyes weren't big, but they were bright, like stars in the night sky. Her lips were thin and small, with the corners slightly upturned. I gently put my arm around Xin Ya's waist; her waist was so slender and soft, making me truly understand the meaning of Du Mu's description of "a slender waist, light as a feather."

"What would you have done if I hadn't come?"

Xin Ya leaned against me and asked softly. I smelled the faint fragrance emanating from her, and my arms tightened around her.

"I don't know, I only know you would come. I believe you love me."

As soon as I finished speaking, my lips pressed against Xin Ya's. Xin Ya closed her eyes, her chest heaving, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier...

When we had both calmed down, the clock had already struck five in the morning. I stroked Xin Ya's smooth, silky skin, a deep emotion welling up inside me.

"Will you be my girlfriend? I'll try to transfer to a job in Chengdu. That way we can be together every day." I gazed into Xin Ya's eyes, speaking with boundless affection.

"Lin Bo, you're the most talented person I've ever met. I believe you'll definitely make a name for yourself someday."

Xin Ya pulled the blanket up for me, then wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. We pressed close together, I could feel her burning body and her rapid heartbeat. "We're best friends. Always!" "

Xin Ya whispered in my ear.

Afraid she'd go astray, I quickly covered her mouth with my own. Xin Ya hugged me tightly and closed her eyes again.

It was already past nine when we woke up in the morning. Xin Ya and I went to Beihu Park next door after leaving the hotel. Xin Ya told me about her funny experiences pretending to be a Mosuo girl during her trip to Yunnan and her sights in Beijing during the National Day holiday. I told her about the scenic spots and historical sites in Nanchong.

Beside the Lotus Pond Reflection, one of the eight scenic spots of Beihu, Xin Ya asked me why I kept staring at her instead of looking at the scenery. I whispered fourteen words in her ear: 'You look at the scenery, I look at you; you are more beautiful than the scenery!' Always waiting for someone who will truly love me.

With her gentle kiss, I soothed the wounds in my heart.

Her appearance ignited the light in my life.

Her appearance illuminated my path.

No more hesitation, no more waiting; she is the one I have been searching for."

After a long and harsh winter, spring has finally arrived, and the lonely soul has bid farewell to its despair.

Whether it's dawn or dusk, your presence by my side makes happiness eternal.

Believe in the truth of my love for you, believe that my love for you is deeper than the sea.

Tears fell as we left Beihu Park and ate Shunqing rice noodles, a famous snack in Nanchong. Afterwards, we strolled through several large shopping malls in Nanchong. At noon, we ate snacks on the food street in the circular shopping mall. While eating, Xinya told me she was going to Sichuan Normal University to see her classmate that afternoon. We agreed that she would page me at 7 pm.

On the way to Sichuan Normal University, Xinya told me she especially liked apples. There happened to be a fruit stall by the roadside. Xinya picked out two large, round, red Futu apples.

"What does this apple look like?"

Xinya asked me.

"It looks like my heart that loves you,"

I said. I put my arm around Xinya's waist again.

"Then I'll eat your heart,"

Xinya said with a smile. She took out a small knife from her bag and peeled the apple.

No matter how much time changes, no matter if the sea turns into mulberry fields. Those happy times are memories I'll cherish for a lifetime. Unfortunately, happiness is always fleeting, leaving only endless sorrow afterward.

At seven o'clock, Xinya didn't page me, so I hurriedly paged her. But she didn't return the page. I got anxious and paged her more than ten times, but Xinya still didn't answer. I remembered she had told me that she had to return to Chengdu by the afternoon train at the latest. So I called Xinya's roommate. Xinya's roommate told me that Xinya had called back at six o'clock that afternoon, saying she would return to Chengdu the next afternoon.

I couldn't understand it at all. She was fine when we parted that afternoon. Why did she suddenly stop talking to me? I kept calling Xinya, every ten minutes. But by ten o'clock the next morning, Xinya still hadn't called back. I didn't sleep a

wink that night. I was utterly desperate.

I didn't know what was wrong. What had I done wrong? Even if I had done something wrong, she should have told me she was leaving. I decided to go to Chengdu to find her immediately.

"Brother, wake up! We've arrived in Chengdu."

Yang Jun woke me from my sleep. "I've announced it three times already, but still no one's coming. Looks like the person you're looking for isn't on the train."

I rubbed my bloodshot eyes, a wave of sadness washing over me. It seemed Xin Ya had taken the morning train back to Chengdu. I had no idea what the outcome of my trip to Chengdu would be. I only knew I had to come, and I wanted to be able to face any result calmly.

Stepping out of the train station, the square in front was bustling with traffic, neon lights and billboards flashing incessantly. The whole city had a psychedelic feel to it. This was my first time in Chengdu, and I had absolutely no idea where my destination, the Sichuan Normal University Caotang Campus, was. I only knew it was near Du Fu Thatched Cottage.

I hailed a taxi, and the driver asked if I wanted to go to the front or back gate of the cottage. I had no idea. I asked him if he knew where the Sichuan Normal University Caotang Campus was, and he said he didn't know either. I told him to drive to the front gate of Du Fu Thatched Cottage.

Getting out of the taxi, I realized I was lost in this city. There were many pedicabs outside Du Fu Thatched Cottage. I told them I'd take a ride if anyone knew where the Du Fu Thatched Cottage campus of Sichuan Normal University was. One elderly man said he knew.

I got on his pedicab, and he pedaled quickly, speeding through the night. Less than five minutes later, it started to rain. Large raindrops pelted us. The pedicab had no canopy, and the rain quickly soaked my hat and clothes. But I didn't feel anything. I guessed I was about to see Xin Ya. I just wanted to ask her why she left without saying goodbye, and whether she still loved me.

Finally, we arrived at the Du Fu Thatched Cottage campus of Sichuan Normal University. When I got off the pedicab, my hat was soaked through. Looking at the elderly pedicab driver's clothes, drenched in rain and sweat, I couldn't bring myself to pay the agreed-upon two yuan fare. I gave him three yuan. Although I didn't have much money myself, I could feel the hardship he faced in making a living.

As I left, I said "thank you" to him. The rain was still pouring down; it was already past 11 p.m. There were very few people at Sichuan Normal University; only two or three people were making calls from IC card phone booths.

"Excuse me, where is Building 2?"

I asked a boy who was on the phone.

"Right here,"

he pointed behind him.

I paged Xin Ya again from downstairs in Building 2, where she lived, and left a message: "I've arrived in Chengdu, I'm downstairs, please call me back quickly."

Ten minutes passed, but Xin Ya didn't return the page. I dialed her dorm room number.

"Is Xin Ya there?"

I asked.

"No,"

came a cold voice.

"This is Lin Bo. I came all the way from Nanchong to Chengdu to see Xin Ya. Could you come out for a moment? I have something I want to tell her.

I don't have any friends in Chengdu (except Xin Ya). I also wanted to ask where they can stay or if there are any internet cafes open all night. I want to wait for Xin Ya.

" "We don't even know you, why should we come out to see you?"

The girl from Xin Ya's dorm was very aloof.

"Don't be like that. When I was in Nanchong, I always tried my best to welcome any friends from out of town who came to Nanchong. It's not easy for me to come all this way."

I tried my best to evoke her memories. "Besides, didn't you say a couple of days ago that you knew about me and Xin Ya? You even asked me to come to Chengdu to treat you to dinner?"

"Do you think we're surprised you're treating us to dinner? Nanchong is Nanchong, Chengdu is Chengdu, you idiot."

The girl on the phone cursed. Another girl grabbed the phone and continued to curse, "We didn't ask you to come, you came all the way here yourself." "What a shame, you little brat..."

The insults that followed were even more offensive.

I hung up the phone. I felt a deep sadness. Not because they insulted me, but because I was saddened that such a prestigious institution as Sichuan Normal University could have such snobbish and cold-blooded students. Sichuan Normal University has always been a sacred place in my heart; its students are role models. But do those girls, devoid of any compassion, deserve to be teachers? How can they educate and nurture students without genuine love?

As I walked out of the university gates, the rain intensified. I felt a deep chill, not just in my body, but in my heart. I wandered aimlessly through the streets. I vaguely remember that street was called "Huanhua Road." Taxis drove past me, their headlights stinging my eyes and my heart.

The cold rain lashed my face, but I felt no chill. Suddenly, I felt the raindrops warm, then scalding. I touched them; they were my own eyes.

I didn't cry, only a few hot tears streamed down my face.

In this bleak autumn, I wept alone in the rainy night. I

thought I had found happiness, but it vanished in the blink of an eye.

I still remember the happy times, I still remember your tenderness, I still want to hold your hand again, I still want to hold you back.

Why did you leave me? Can you give me a reason?

Was I too foolish or too ugly? Was it fate? Was it a cruel twist of fate or a relentless torrent of destiny?

The love that has passed has made me see through the ways of the world; I no longer yearn for eternity, no longer beg for forever. My gray world is now filled only with sorrow.

Before the Buddha, I make a vow, but I don't know where to go. Although I have enough money, I don't want to find a hotel. Dragging my stiff legs, I wander through the beautiful city of Chengdu in the dead of night. I try to walk towards the brightly lit areas, afraid that the city's darkness will swallow me whole. My leather shoes are already filled with water, chafing my feet painfully. But I don't care; I truly wish the physical pain could be more intense, more severe, to alleviate the pain in my heart.

I know Xinya has returned to Chengdu; I can even be certain... When I called Xinya's dorm, she was there too. Xinya just didn't want to see me. I don't know what I did wrong. Loving someone doesn't need a reason, but does stopping loving someone also not need a reason? If my love for her has become a form of hurt, is leaving the best outcome?

The rain gradually subsided, and the sky gradually brightened. I wandered the city all night, watching it transform from darkness to light. I continued to drag my weary body through the streets. Unconsciously, I came to a small street. The street was lined with red walls and green tiles, a sight to behold. I followed the street and realized I had arrived at the Buddhist holy site, "Wenshu Monastery." "Today is Guanyin Bodhisattva's birthday; wishes made here are very effective!" "

I heard an old woman walking ahead of me say to another old woman, '

Is October 16th the birthday of Guanyin Bodhisattva? I never knew that before. Since I've come here by fate, I might as well go in and make a wish.'

Although it was only a little past six in the morning, there were already quite a few devout men and women in the Wenshu Monastery. Amidst the swirling smoke, countless pious believers knelt down in worship. I walked along the moss-covered stone path, wandering among the solemn Buddha statues, contemplating the traces of time and life.

Gazing at the thousand-year-old inscriptions and the hundred-year-old willows, I wondered what in this world could last forever, what could be eternal. What in this world doesn't leave a trace after it all passes by?

Love! I believe it's love. Love is humanity." The source of humanity's endless cycle of life. As long as one can give sincerely and love what one loves, whatever the outcome, one can say that this life has been without regrets.

I devoutly kowtowed three times before the statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva. I made a wish: I hope that Xinya, wherever she is, will always be happy and live a peaceful life!

At 9:30 AM, I bought my train ticket back to Nanchong. I am about to leave this beautiful city of Chengdu. I don't know when I will come back, and I don't know when I will see Xinya again. I paged her one last time, leaving behind my most heartfelt words: I don't know if I am the one you love, but I am willing to always be someone who loves you.

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