[Urban] Campus Spring Scenery Series (Complete) - 10-12

In episode 3, part 2, while watching porn, a female classmate visits

. She's in college and notices that almost all her classmates have girlfriends; some live together off-campus, others stay out all night having sex. Take Ah Hai's girlfriend, for example, a freshman in our class. She's only been in college for a little over half a year and has already had two hysterectomies. Apparently, this can negatively impact fertility, but Ah Hai doesn't seem to care. He even says he's not the best, because one of his juniors has three girlfriends at the same time, and the one with the fewest abortions is two… The constant rumors and scandals make me itchy too; I want a girlfriend to ease my sexual repression. But unfortunately, I'm introverted and get shy after a few words with girls, plus I'm short and thin—firstly, I won't take the initiative, and secondly, no girl is interested in me. Fortunately, I bought a computer for my dorm room last semester, so I turned my attention to it. However, I often had some sexual anxieties, so I would occasionally rummage through pornographic videos to masturbate—but I didn't often "share" with other students; firstly, I felt uncomfortable, and secondly, I was usually alone in the dorm.

That night, I was alone again, so I picked up a pornographic video and started watching it with great interest. It was Japanese, about raping a schoolgirl—it was really exciting!

"Qiao!" Huh, why is someone knocking on the door so late at this crucial moment? It must be Xiao Dong from next door asking for a video. I cursed, "So annoying!"

I stood up and went straight to open the door.

"Ah? It's you?"

I was startled: Xiao Qian was standing in front of me—Xiao Qian was our class's study committee member, and I had a crush on her for a long time, but I had never confessed. My classmates often teased me about her, like saying if I came home late, "Did you go to a hotel with Xiaoqian again?"

"What positions did you use?"

But right now, she was here! I was stunned. I'd never seen her this close before: not tall, about 160cm, wearing a thin white short-sleeved shirt, her breasts barely concealed, dark blue shorts, pink slippers, no socks, her small feet white and delicate; actually, her figure wasn't outstanding, her bust looked only 33 inches, but she was extremely beautiful, short hair to her shoulders, red lips and white teeth, her oval face possessing a pure and innocent charm, her eyes full of affection, and her pair of white, smooth thighs exposed outside her shorts, making one's imagination run wild.

"What, not welcome?"

Xiaoqian saw me staring blankly, her cherry lips pouting.

"How could I? Please come in, please come in!"

I quickly stepped aside…

"Ah--this, this is?"

Xiaoqian exclaimed, covering her eyes with her hands.

Only then did I remember I was watching porn! On the screen, a huge penis was violently thrusting into a vagina…

I froze, my mind filled with the thought that I was truly finished. Just the accusations from my dream girl, Xiaoqian, were enough to kill me, if not kill me outright. If she told the other girls in the class, word would spread like wildfire—the teacher, my parents…

“What are you doing?” “I…”

Thinking of how to escape, I secretly glanced at her and saw her face flushed, her breathing rapid. I hadn't expected her to still look so beautiful at this moment.

A surge of heat rushed to my head, and I couldn't care less about anything else. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed her and kissed her, murmuring, “I love you, I love you…”

She stubbornly turned her head away, but I thrust even more vigorously, trying to stop her. My tongue slid into her mouth, sucking her saliva, my tongue tip pressing against hers, her white teeth, then capturing her playful tongue.

Our lips pressed tightly together, and my breathing became erratic.

This was my first kiss, and it was with such violence!

Xiaoqian's soft lips sent a jolt through my body.

I pressed her tightly against the closet, my knee against her stomach, my hands intertwined with hers, sucking on her tongue! I couldn't believe it; I, who usually wouldn't even dare to speak loudly to a girl, was now so violent!

Xiaoqian was still resisting stubbornly, "Mmm, no..."

Her head struggled to break free, but I kissed her even harder... Gradually, her resistance weakened, and she slowly began to cooperate.

Waves of electricity surged through me; my little brother felt like it was about to burst. Without hesitation, I roughly caressed her through her thin shirt, then lifted her shapely, round buttocks and carried her to the bed.

"Xiaoqian, do you know how boys and girls make love?"

"I only know that it involves the boy's penis going into the girl's vagina, but I don't know the specifics,"

Xiaoqian said softly, her face flushed.

"So cute! Let me tell you!"

I pulled down my pants and pulled out my penis. It wasn't so much pulled out as it practically jumped out on its own, proudly erect and pointing diagonally upwards. Xiaoqian instantly felt guilty for seeing something she shouldn't have, immediately closing her eyes and lowering her flushed face. Seeing such a lovely woman only fueled my passion.

"Look, this is my little brother, my penis. Feel it."

Xiaoqian blushed, becoming embarrassed. I grabbed her slender hand and held my penis. Of course, her small hand couldn't fully grasp such a large penis. "Move it up and down, and it will get bigger."

Xiaoqian curiously examined this monster, obediently moving it up and down. Instantly, an indescribable pleasure spread throughout my body. I could no longer suppress it. I laid her down on the bed, stripped off her shorts and t-shirt, and then quickly stripped myself naked.

She was wearing a very ordinary white bra, covering her firm breasts, revealing her erect nipples, which were incredibly alluring. I caressed her breasts through the bra—oh, how firm they were! She wore pink silk panties, which were already soaked, revealing glimpses of her pubic hair and bright red vulva. I was incredibly excited; my penis felt like it was reaching its limit.

I flipped her bra up over her breasts. My God, I had never seen a girl's breasts before! Xiaoqian's breasts were very firm, with small, pointed nipples. I held her breast tightly with my left hand, gently kneading her nipples with my fingers. Xiaoqian couldn't withstand such teasing; her breasts quickly hardened, and she made soft "uh, uh" sounds. My right hand then moved downwards, slipping inside her panties. When I touched her private parts, I felt her body tremble slightly. "No, don't..."

her face flushed red. I didn't stop, but slowly stroked her pubic hair. Her pubic hair wasn't sparse, but it was very soft. I felt it was very wet there. "No, it's dirty."

Oh, so she was embarrassed because she knew she was all wet! How cute! "Xiaoqian, don't be shy, it's a normal physiological phenomenon,"

I said softly.

"Uh, uh--" Xiaoqian moaned softly.

My hand finally reached her vulva. I imitated the male protagonist in porn movies, using my fingers to manipulate her labia majora, opening her labia minora, and playing with her clitoris. Xiaoqian continued to moan, and nectar slowly seeped from deep within her petals. Feeling the warmth on my fingers, I boldly parted her petals, my fingers continuing to move forward, my middle finger entering her vulva.

"Ah--" At that moment, Xiaoqian tensed up, her long eyelashes beginning to tremble.

The vagina was wet and slippery, and I felt a burning heat as if my fingers would be scalded. Slowly, my middle finger entered the base, the soft flesh completely wrapped around my finger, and I stirred it inside. At this moment, the wet flesh walls had a strong elasticity, as if they wanted to suck my finger in.

My finger inserted into the petals rotated like a stirring rod, and the petals, which opened in the wetness, involuntarily tightened around the unreasonable intruder.

"Ah...no...no..."

"You've seen my little brother, now it's my turn to see your little sister, right?"

"Ah...no--" Before Xiaoqian could finish speaking, I lifted her legs into a very lewd position, and then forcefully pushed her panties towards her toes, successfully pulling them down to her ankles. I turned around and took them off with my hand, then moved my head down. I finally had a chance to take a good look at the girl's secret place!

I saw black and shiny pubic hair sparsely and neatly distributed on her lower abdomen, and a fleshy slit in the middle of her thighs. I pressed my whole face against it to take a closer look. Her labia majora were slightly parted, and I could see two pink labia minora inside. I carefully parted them to reveal her clitoris, and then parted them further to reveal a small hole about the size of a ballpoint pen, surrounded by flesh-colored tissue—probably her hymen. I sniffed it; there was a scent of soap. It was so tempting!

"Let me taste your nectar!"

Before she could answer, I buried my head between her legs, savoring her tender vulva—I quickly licked Xiaoqian's labia with the tip of my tongue.

"No, it's dirty—ah, ah…"

Xiaoqian, who had never experienced such stimulation, began to moan loudly. This intense pleasure made her wrap her beautiful legs tightly around my waist, her hands tucked into my hair, but her face was flushed with intense shame, too embarrassed to be seen—she turned her face to the side.

Carefully examining her thighs, which were parted to their limit, I used my tongue to probe the cleft of her labia from bottom to top. The cleft parted, revealing a budding flower within, its small flesh glistening with nectar.

"Uh, no...uh, uh--" The small mound quickly swelled, a sensation even Xiaoqian herself could feel. Increasingly intense desire caused her body to tremble violently, her hands gripping my hair tightly.

A soft, squelching sound came from her thighs, and as if echoing that sound, intermittent moans escaped from Xiaoqian's lips.

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

An overwhelming emotion swirled within her.

Under my powerful onslaught, streams of nectar gushed from Xiaoqian's tender opening, her labia opening and closing incessantly; Xiaoqian's mysterious valley, glistening with the nectar and saliva, had become a radiant temple, her pink lips turning completely red, the small flesh inside trembling incessantly. Xiaoqian was now caught in a vortex of excitement... I knew it was time.

I looked up, removed Xiaoqian's bra, and used a pillow to elevate her hips. I said to her, "Xiaoqian, the real test is about to begin."

"Be gentle, okay? I'm afraid...it will hurt..."

she said, her face flushed. I nodded, spread her legs, and bent her knees to expose her entire vulva.

I couldn't tell if it was because she was so wet or what, but her vulva was already soaked down to her buttocks, and my bed was also soaked. Seeing so much of Xiaoqian's vulva, I became extremely excited. I first grabbed my penis and circled it around her clitoris, then slid it down between her labia minora to near her vaginal opening, then lifted it up, spreading her vulva with her vaginal fluid again and again.

"Come in quickly...no...like this..."

At this moment, Xiaoqian's restraint had completely crumbled.

Hearing this, I immediately thrust my penis in. Even after I only inserted the head, she was already moaning incessantly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her teeth biting her lower lip, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I continued to thrust, but my penis could only go halfway in before stopping. It was my first time too, and I wasn't much more experienced than her. I'd just watched too many pornographic films and read too many erotic novels, and thinking about some of the scenes and techniques, I suddenly thrust my hips upwards with force. With a scream of "Ah!", my penis finally broke through her... At the very base of her hymen, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulder—it turned out Xiaoqian had bitten my shoulder—a thrilling sensation she had never experienced before! I stopped and waited for her to calm down, while also savoring the sensations of her entire vagina.

Is this what sex is like? What a peculiar feeling, completely different from masturbation. The softness of the vaginal walls alone far surpasses that of the palm of my hand. This feeling is hard to describe; it's warm and slippery, as if I'm tightly enveloped by lots of warm, slippery water. Not to mention her beautiful face and fragrant breasts available for actual caressing.

"Does it still hurt?" After a

while, I gently asked her, and she nodded without speaking. I knew she was still in pain, so I kissed her and gently stroked her breasts and sides.

Slowly, Xiaoqian began to moan again.

I slowly and gently moved my penis in and out, watching her expression. Her expression was incredibly cute, sometimes frowning, sometimes lightly biting her lip with pleasure.

I moved slowly, and with each movement, I felt many tiny points stimulating my penis. Her juices gushed out in waves, wetting my entire penis and even flowing down my thighs… Xiaoqian hugged me tightly, her nose exhaling hot breaths, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed red… “Uh, uh—hold me tight, I want, I want…”

She seemed completely immersed in this game of desire. Perhaps her eyes were closed too tightly, for tears welled up; her hips writhed incessantly, her hands constantly squeezing and releasing my skin, shaking me.

Stimulated by this, my animalistic desires surged, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. Gradually, the penetration became smoother, my movements faster, and the sounds of my body hitting Xiaoqian's buttocks grew louder.

"Ah, ah, ah...faster--please--faster--" she kept saying, urging me to quicken my pace.

Hearing Xiaoqian's urging, I increased the speed of my thrusts even more rapidly. My penis, rubbing back and forth inside her vagina, grew even thicker and harder than before. "

I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death!" I screamed wildly in my heart.

My penis plunged deep and hard into her vagina again and again.

Xiaoqian shuddered slightly, and before she could return to her original position, my thrusts were already upon her again, again and again. A terrifying contortion appeared on Xiaoqian's delicate face, a contortion of extreme excitement, flushed a vibrant crimson. The frequent thrusts prevented Xiaoqian from uttering a moan before the next one was drowned out, again and again, like a lovely girl about to be submerged in water.

It was an indescribable, rape-like excitement.

Swelling... My glans thrust left and right inside her vagina, the hard, cylindrical part fiercely stimulating her poor clitoris and labia. The sac-like part at the base of my penis slammed violently against her spasming petals, composing a chaotic war march. Even her secretions weren't enough to keep up with my thrusts; once secreted, they were immediately drawn out by the glans, soaking both of our pubic hair, leaving our lower bodies a messy, drenched mess.

Wave after wave of frenzied thrusting drove Xiaoqian almost mad; her legs kicked wildly on the bed, her hands flailing erratically.

My cheek pressed against her breast, my mouth agape, letting saliva shamelessly flow onto her chest; one hand holding the base, the other embracing her slender waist, I thrust in and out relentlessly, using the increasingly tight vaginal walls to stimulate my engorged glans, rubbing my erect penis, propelling myself higher and higher, reaching the peak of sexual pleasure.

Xiaoqian was so overwhelmed by the immense and intense pleasure that she almost fainted! She gasped for breath, her body trembling violently. Was it just her imagination? Why was even her vagina trembling and quivering? My penis felt like it was being tightly enveloped by warm flesh, as if being pulled and held back; her stomach also began to contract rapidly and rise and fall violently.

A strong stimulation immediately surged from my lower body into my brain. It was a sudden stimulation that I couldn't even guard against, brief but extremely intense. Suddenly, my vision went black, and an overwhelming warmth gathered at the point where we were joined, as if something had exploded inside me. My abdominal muscles spasmed and tightened, and before I could fully penetrate her, I ejaculated halfway into her wet vaginal walls.

The feeling of being constricted by semen filling my ejaculatory ducts was suddenly released, and a surge of pleasure quickly filled my brain. With each thrust, I plunged deep into her vagina, struggling to expel streams of semen. I fantasized about pouring my semen into her vagina, filling her uterus… After about a minute of thrusting and ejaculation, I collapsed weakly onto Xiaoqian. But my penis was still intermittently swelling, each time releasing hot fluid that splattered inside Xiaoqian's uterus.

At this moment, Xiaoqian felt the intense pleasure of the swelling reaching its limit had ended, and her body relaxed as it came to a halt, though it still convulsed instinctively…

I ejaculated every last drop of semen deep inside Xiaoqian. My penis shrank slightly after ejaculation, remaining buried inside her, savoring the afterglow of my orgasm… Finally, I withdrew my penis from her vagina.

I bent down and looked down, only to see a mixture of semen, vaginal fluid, and saliva flowing from Xiaoqian's vagina, running down her inner thighs.

I took a tissue and wiped her inner thighs.

Xiaoqian was panting, drenched in sweat. I gently stroked the spot where we had just been joined, smoothing the tufts of hair that had been ruffled.

"Does it still hurt?"

I asked, looking at her. I gently parted her still-swollen labia with my index and middle fingers, then pinched her wet clitoris.

With each movement, she trembled, shaking her head in a daze. After a while, she weakly pushed my hand away, not wanting me to continue to confuse her.

After a while, Xiaoqian regained her senses from the pleasure of her orgasm, bringing her naked body close to me, lying on my chest, her face filled with a blissful satisfaction as she absentmindedly played with her fingers.

Looking at Xiaoqian, now free of all restraints, her body, like that of Venus, was revealed before me—ah! This is the beautiful body I've longed for day and night, the body that haunts my dreams! Her skin is as white as snow, glistening with sweat, reflecting a rosy glow. Next comes her gracefully curved neck and shoulders, and her pink breasts. Above that are her cherry-like lips, her upper teeth gently biting her lower lip, making her incredibly alluring. When Xiaoqian saw me looking at her, her face flushed crimson, and she tightly closed her eyes again.

My little brother rose again, filled with a desire to release everything within me…

“Xiaoqian, are you tired?”

A wicked thought arose in my mind.

Xiaoqian didn't answer, nor did she open her eyes; she only nodded slightly.

"Want some milk? I have some here."

"Mmm."

I was secretly pleased; she really didn't understand anything...

I thrust my penis upwards, and Xiaoqian sensed my movement, opening her eyes. "Ah! No, I thought it was real!"

"This tastes even better and is more nutritious than the real thing!"

I kept pressing my penis against her lips. Xiaoqian didn't get up to escape, but she swayed her face from side to side, trying to avoid me. I rubbed my penis against her face. Finally, after wave after wave of teasing, Xiaoqian stopped resisting, but her lips remained tightly closed.

I gripped my penis and used her mouth like a vagina, thrusting in from side to side, but Xiaoqian's tightly clenched teeth still blocked me. My glans was already secreting fluid, stretching into a thin, transparent thread on Xiaoqian's mouth—a truly lewd sight.

Xiaoqian finally gave in and opened her teeth, and I took the opportunity to thrust my penis into her mouth.

My erect penis was more than halfway in, filling her small mouth completely.

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

Although she had my penis in her mouth, Xiaoqian remained passive, and I thrust in and out of her mouth as if inserting into a vagina.

"Move a little, or you won't be able to drink the milk!"

I pulled her hand to hold my penis, "Lick it with your tongue."

Xiaoqian was already somewhat dazed from my thrusting, and obediently held my penis and began to lick it actively. When her tongue touched the glans, the penis vibrated, and an indescribable pleasure spread throughout my body, a feeling like heaven! While enjoying the successive pleasures, my hands were not idle either, one vigorously kneading her breasts and rubbing her scarlet nipples with my fingers. Soon, they became hard and shiny again.

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

At this moment, my Xiaoqian's whole body trembled, and she was once again in a state of extreme arousal.

Xiaoqian began to lick the swollen head of my penis incessantly, and at the same time, her tongue began to move towards the tip of the glans.

"Yes, right there. Then suck it up and down with your mouth."

Xiaoqian's consciousness began to blur, and without thinking, she grasped the erect penis in the bush, took the engorged glans into her mouth and slowly pushed it in, licking from the base to the tip, and then from the tip back to the base; then she placed it on my glans, rolling her tongue up and down, stimulating my glans; then she took my glans into her mouth, moving her head up and down while stimulating it with her tongue.

I couldn't hold back any longer, turned over, and we were in a 69 position. I used one hand to hold Xiaoqian's buttocks in place and began to move back and forth, sliding my hot penis back and forth in her mouth. Xiaoqian's head bobbed up and down with the movement of my penis, constantly emitting "ooh, ooh" moans; the hot glans repeatedly struck Xiaoqian's soft, fragrant tongue, her moist mouth and gentle tongue constantly stimulating every nerve in my body, I enjoyed endless pleasure...

At the same time, my other hand rubbed vigorously along the red crevice...

"Mmm..."

she moaned indistinctly, her mouth filled with my erect penis.

"Ah, it's flowing again!"

I exclaimed softly, marveling at her inexhaustible flow of nectar.

The sensation of her tongue constantly swirling around my glans was so intense that I couldn't help but stick out my tongue, pinching and scooping up the slightly astringent love juice, feeling a sweet sensation.

"Ah, ah..."

she cried out in a murmur.

I pinched and played with her clitoris on one hand, and pressed my mouth against her lower lip on the other, then sucked out more saliva from deep within more intensely.

A more intense stimulation surged through her body, driving her to a frenzy, causing her to tremble. I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by her cherry-like mouth, with a sensation of being sucked downwards…

I finally couldn't hold back any longer. A tremor ran through my waist, and in a violent spasm, I officially surrendered, my lust erupting completely, the white fluid shooting into her mouth. A sudden wave of pleasure rushed to my head, making me feel dizzy…

“Qian!”

I couldn't help but cry out.

“Ah--woo--” I never expected that Qian would swallow my semen in one gulp!

Watching the few drops of semen dripping from the corners of Qian's mouth, I once again reached the peak of pleasure.

"How does it taste?"

I asked gently.

"It's a little astringent and a bit fishy,"

Xiaoqian's beautiful face flushed crimson. "You're lying to me, it's not as good as milk..."

"This is my way of showing my love for you!"

I said, half-jokingly, with genuine feeling.

Her hands slowly relaxed, and her heaving breasts gradually lowered. I lay down beside her, closed my eyes, and held her tightly, silently enjoying the tranquility after the storm, peacefully waiting for the pleasure to subside.

Xiaoqian and I lay on the bed together, and soon she fell into a deep sleep. Only I tossed and turned, unable to sleep because of the passion we had just shared. The scent of her hair wafted over, teasing my desire. Although my little brother was exhausted from the passion and was now curled up in a dormant state, I knew that my physical desire was still being fueled and replenished, and once it had rested, it would rise again. I turned over to check the time, then turned back to hug Xiaoqian tightly, inhaling her scent and the fragrance of her hair.

One hour, two hours, three hours… I still couldn't sleep, so I pulled back the sheet and began to explore Xiaoqian's breasts again, soft and easily held in my hand. I played with her nipples, gently pinching and rubbing them… My little brother seemed to sense this and slowly hardened again. I reached down, probing her deep forest… She turned over to lie on her back, seemingly still asleep. My left hand moved down again, to her triangle area, I stroked her curly, soft pubic hair, gently caressing her private parts, and soon, I felt a slight flow of fluid.

I slid my fingers over her skin, sucking on her sweet nipples, inhaling the milky scent of her cleavage, then pressed my lips to hers, biting her tongue, and finally her warm, flushed cheeks; at the same time, I gently caressed the entrance to her mysterious passage with my little brother… Her breathing gradually quickened, and soon she opened her eyes, her expression a half-smile, her lips slightly parted, as if she were having trouble breathing…

“Qian…”

I called softly.

“Mmm…”

she gasped, as if suppressing something.

“Give it to me, please,” I pleaded.

“…”

She remained silent, her face flushed red, her expression as alluring as a flower.

Soon, I heard her say in an almost inaudible voice, “You’re so bad…”

My little brother seemed to receive a command, standing erect at a sixty-degree angle.

I began my assault on her paradise, excitedly manipulating my penis, thrusting in and out of her palace… She moaned wantonly, I gasped for breath, the air thick with the scent of desire. I sat up, holding her, her legs wrapped around my waist, and we swayed violently up and down… a dance of bodies was unfolding, accompanied only by our breaths, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

Oh, this night of desire…

At first, my movements were small, but each thrust was intense. She pressed tightly against my lower body, the intense friction sending a surge of sensual currents through her clitoris, and the copious secretions soaked our pubic hair, minimizing the friction.

After a while, something unexpected happened: Xiaoqian propped herself up with her hands, and my legs also slightly lifted her lower body, beginning to violently heave her beautiful buttocks, making her vaginal walls rub even more intensely against my penis.

An unprecedented feeling of pleasure made her unable to control herself, and it also deeply intoxicated me with wave after wave of impact. “Mmm… do you like this…?”

Xiaoqian gasped, speaking incoherently, accompanied by intense moans.

Intense pleasure radiated from the depths of her vagina, spreading in all directions to my penis. This feeling was different from before. As my penis penetrated her lubricated vagina, I felt as if it were being sucked in by Xiaoqian's vaginal walls. Each thrust brought me a heavenly pleasure. So, my movements became faster and faster, and my breathing became more and more rapid. Xiaoqian shook her lower body more violently with the intensification of my penis's movements, constantly crying out "Ah...ah..."

My wild hands moved nimbly again, and my lips pressed against hers once more, sucking away the saliva that seemed incongruous with her beautiful cheeks. My fingers pinched her erect nipple with one hand, and with the other hand, I reached across half of her body and inserted my index finger deep into the other entrance of her vagina.

"Ah, ah--" With an even stronger current suddenly surging from her lower body to her head, Xiaoqian frantically writhed and twisted her buttocks, her whole body trembling in waves. She clung to me tightly, her beautiful face contorted with excitement. Her throat seemed blocked, unable to utter a sound. Then, her burning vagina began to convulse incessantly, her legs spasming… The

fiery walls of her flesh almost scalded my penis, the slippery fluid nearly causing me to slip out.

I felt my whole body heat up, a warm current surging through me with pleasure. My penis felt swollen and about to burst, as if a dam was about to break. “Ah…”

I cried out suddenly, and then a large amount of semen began to spurt out. I felt as if all my energy had been released, exhaustion, pleasure, pleasure, exhaustion… a tidal wave of sensations followed… My body convulsed uncontrollably.

Xiaoqian seemed to reach her climax at the same time; her whole body trembled, and she let out suppressed moans filled with intense pleasure. "Ugh... Ah!"

--After experiencing the most beautiful feeling between a man and a woman, she seemed helpless, weak, and powerless... I held her tightly, embraced her, and fell asleep in her arms, savoring the pleasure and languor after the passion together.

When I woke up the next day, she was gone from the bed.

From that night on, we became deeply infatuated with each other, both physically and mentally. Our dates not only had spiritual exchanges but also the passionate love and desire of youth. We loved each other and then made love.

Episode 3: The Male Student in the Girls' High School

(1) I am a student at a girls' high school in Taipei, but I am a boy. You must find it strange that a boy can attend a girls' high school. What follows is my own personal experience… My surname is Yan, and my given name is Ruyu. From the moment I was born, my family believed I was a girl, and I believed it too… Until the first year of junior high school, all the girls my age had already started menstruating and their breasts had begun to develop, but I was the only one whose period was delayed, and my breasts were as flat as could be. Later, I secretly went to see a doctor and discovered that I was intersex.

Oh my god, this was such an unacceptable fact! I asked the doctor, "So am I a boy or a girl?" The doctor said, "Basically, you are a boy, but you look like a girl."

I shouted, "Impossible! Doctor, look, I don't have a penis, look…" The doctor said helplessly, "Come on, let me operate on you and remove your internal reproductive organs."

…After the surgery, I had testicles and a penis. I told the doctor to give me breast augmentation… It cost me my life savings, which I stole from my family. Luckily, my family is quite wealthy. Next up is my amazing high school experience. Even my mom didn't know I was a boy. Heh… that year, I got into a girls' high school in Taipei through the joint entrance exams. I was so happy because I could be with all the girls and female teachers. Basically, I'm a boy with a very strong sex drive. I wanted to rape every student in the school; one a day wouldn't be enough for me!

Today is my first week at this school, and everyone is rushing to the infirmary to line up. I asked A-Zi, "What are we doing today?"

A-Zi said, "You forgot? We have a physical exam today…" My face immediately changed. A physical exam? That means I have to strip naked… I thought to myself, 'Damn it! I haven't even touched a woman yet, and I'm already going to give in…' That's what I was thinking, but it was almost my turn.

The infirmary staff called out, "Number 24!"

That was my number. I wondered: Should I go in?

(2) I paused for a moment, and the nurse called again: "Number 24!"

I had no choice but to go in resignedly.

The nurse called out: "Take off your shirt."

I thought to myself: "Just looking at the upper part, you can't tell I'm a man." So I took off my shirt.

The nurse exclaimed: "My God! How come yours is so big?"

I thought to myself: "Nonsense, I made it with great care, of course it's big!" The nurse couldn't help but touch my breasts, and my breasts and my little brother below immediately became erect.

The nurse kept rubbing and rubbing, and it felt so good to me. I let out a soft "Ah~~", and the nurse immediately said: "Come to the top floor of the south classroom at noon, I'll be waiting for you!"

I thought to myself: "Damn it! So the nurse is gay. Okay, let me mess with you at noon, noon will be your death anniversary." "Heh~" At noon, to avoid being recognized, I changed into men's clothing and wore a hat to cover my long hair, so she wouldn't suspect anything and think it was someone from outside. Heh... As soon as I went upstairs, before she could even react to who I was, I had already pinned her to the ground. She indeed thought I was someone from outside the school, and she cried out, "Help..." Before she could even say "help," I had already shoved my penis into her mouth.

Upon closer inspection, the health worker was quite good-looking; you couldn't tell with a mask on! This only aroused my lust even more.

She turned her head to one side, tears streaming down her face, as if expressing her dissatisfaction. I shouted, "Suck it now, or you'll be sorry!"

Threatened by me, she had no choice but to suck it.

I said, "Oh~ Not bad! That feels so good~" My endurance wasn't enough, and I was about to ejaculate, so I said, "Okay, you can stop now."

She thought it was over and seemed a little happy. I immediately changed her to a prone position, intending to attack from behind.

I hate the caressing; it looks weird. I prefer to enter quickly. I aimed my penis at her vulva and thrust in forcefully. Perhaps because there was no caressing, there was no vaginal lubrication; it was dry, so it was very difficult to go in. She kept crying out, "No... don't from behind..." I ignored her! I thrust hard and finally got in. I started my piston-like movements.

"Oh... it hurts... don't move anymore... oh... no..." I cried out, "Don't lie to me, you bitch, your body is saying you're enjoying it! I'm going to kill you, hehe..." Perhaps she had only been with women before; her vagina was really tight! I deliberately thrust in very deep and then stopped moving.

"Why aren't you moving? Ugh... Use my hole..." I yelled. "What? Say it again, what do you want?"

"I...I...I want your...your..." I said. "Louder!"

"Quick, I want your small intestine..." I was getting angry. "You dare call mine your small intestine, damn it! I'll teach you a lesson. Damn!"

I immediately pulled out. I didn't want to ejaculate anymore. I grabbed a mop and said, "Okay, mine is my small intestine, then I'll let you taste the power of the Southern Kingdom!"

I inserted the mop handle.

"Ah...what is this...no...this won't do, I'll die if you put it in!"

I didn't care about her. How dare she call mine her small intestine. Damn!

I thrust in hard, and her whole body seemed to be struck by lightning. Then I thrust a few more times... "Ugh..." I saw that she seemed to be unconscious, and I started to get nervous: "Hey! You bitch, get up..." "Hey..." I pulled the mop out, but I didn't expect that I might have used too much force, and even her intestines were pulled out. At that moment, the balcony was covered in blood... I really panicked.

Just then, I heard someone's footsteps on the balcony. I thought: "It's over..." (3) The footsteps approached step by step, and I was so scared that I didn't know what to do... Finally, the balcony door was opened. Ah! It was the PE teacher's mentally challenged daughter. I was so lucky! Heh~~ The PE teacher's daughter is a little mentally challenged, but she can still go to this school. I think she must have gotten in because of the teacher's connections.

The mentally challenged daughter is called Yun'er. She is quite pretty, but unfortunately, she is mentally challenged. Sigh! Such a beautiful girl... At this moment, my heart was filled with lust again.

Yun'er asked me, "Junior, why is the person in the health care room sleeping here?"

I said, "She's tired. Let's not disturb her. Let's go somewhere else, come on."

After saying that, I grabbed Yun'er and quickly fled the scene.

I took her to the school's basement. Yun'er asked me with a puzzled look, "Junior, what are we doing here?"

I replied with a smile, "I'll give you a massage, okay?"

Yun'er happily replied, "Yun'er loves massages the most."

Facing a girl who was almost eighteen years old, a year older than me, yet answering me like a child, I felt a little guilty.

While I was still hesitating, Yun'er had already taken off her top. Although she could act like a child, her body was that of a complete adult. At this moment, my lust had surpassed my conscience. I took a step forward and pushed her to the ground. Yun'er cried out, "Junior..." and I began to rub her breasts.

"Junior...it feels so...strange..." I asked, "Is Yun'er feeling good?"

Yun'er responded softly, "Mmm..." Yun'er's eyes gradually closed because she felt so good. I slowly took off her bra. Yun'er's nipples were a beautiful pink, showing no signs of having been touched by anyone else. I first licked them slowly with my tongue. Although I don't like caressing, anyone would be tempted to lick this lovely girl.

Yun'er paused again, "Mmm...junior...it really...feels strange..." I immediately kissed her lips.

My hands weren't idle either, using the techniques I learned from Channel 17 to make her feel incredibly good. My hands slowly moved towards her crotch area, carefully and gently pulling down her panties. I checked with my fingers; there was a slight resistance. She was indeed a virgin.

I took out my penis, and Yun'er let out a soft cry, seemingly quite surprised. Yun'er asked suspiciously, "Junior, why is your lower part different from mine? It looks like there's an extra long thing!"

I said, "It's a massage tool. I'll use this to massage you later!"

The child with insufficient intelligence has no idea what "hermaphrodite" means. Although I look like a glamorous woman, I am a true man at heart!

Yun'er asked me again, "Junior, how do you use that thing?"

I told her with ill intent, "You have a little hole there, right? Just put this in your little hole, and you'll feel really good!"

Yun'er innocently said, "Then quickly massage Yun'er!"

I carefully inserted my penis into Yun'er's little hole. There was a small layer of resistance inside. I gently thrust it in, and Yun'er seemed to feel the pain of a virgin, crying out, "Junior...no more, it hurts so much!"

In order not to cause any trouble, I pushed my entire penis into her little hole at once. I said, "Senior, just bear with it, it won't hurt in a while."

I started making piston-like movements.

"Hmm, she really is a virgin, still holding my penis tightly. I cried out in pleasure, 'Senior Yun'er...it feels so good...so good...' Yun'er's voice, which had been in pain, changed from a cry to a gentle, coquettish one: 'Junior, I feel so good...' I quickened my pace, and Yun'er swayed her hips in perfect harmony. 'Mmm! I'm coming...' A stream of hot liquid poured into Yun'er's uterus... Yun'er asked, 'Junior, what is this sticky stuff...' I laughed and said, 'I'm cleaning out the filth for Yun'er!'

I asked Yun'er, 'Is today your safe period?'

Yun'er said, 'What is a safe period?'

Only then did I realize that Yun'er was a child with intellectual disabilities; how could she know about safe periods? I said again, 'Senior Yun'er, if anything happens, I will take responsibility...' Although Yun'er didn't understand, she nodded, and then I went home with Yun'er."

(4) I've decided to take responsibility for Yun'er, so I've decided to come clean to everyone and say that I'm actually a guy. But I don't have the courage. I thought about it and decided to tell my good friend "Azi" first (if you remember, Azi appeared in the first episode).

I called Azi and told her the gist of what happened. Azi said, "Come to my house first. My parents aren't home today, so hurry up!"

I looked at my watch, and it was already past 2 a.m. I said, "Isn't that a bit much? It's so late already."

Azi said angrily, "Whether you come or not is your family's business!"

"Beep..." Whoa! The phone was hung up.

Seriously, why is Azi so angry! Oh well, I'll go check it out.

I rode my little Fifty to find Azi. "Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

I rang Azi's doorbell, and Azi's voice came from the other side of the door: "Coming... Stop ringing!"

As soon as Azi opened the door, I froze on the spot because Azi was wearing an almost completely transparent nightgown. I said, "You know I'm a guy, and you still dress like this!"

Azi said, "Anyway, you always change clothes with me at school, so you've already seen everything."

I thought for a moment and replied, "That's true, but when you find out that your best friend who's always with you is a guy, won't you be very angry?"

Azi said, "Come in first, don't make me stand at the door dressed like this, okay?"

I immediately went into Azi's house, and Azi led me to her room. Although this wasn't the first time I'd been in her room, every time I saw her bed, I felt a surge of desire.

Azi made me a cup of tea. After taking a big gulp, I said, "What should I do? If I tell everyone, I don't know if I'll get arrested and go to jail."

I was really trying to solve the problem, but Azi intentionally or unintentionally revealed her snow-white thighs: "Ruyu, do you... think I'm pretty?"

I said angrily, "Hey! I came here to solve a problem, don't..." Just before I finished speaking, I felt dizzy. I said, "Azi... what... did you put... in the... tea... you gave me?" Azi said unhurriedly, "The effects came on so quickly! I added sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs. Hehe..." When I woke up, I was tied to the bed with my hands and feet bound in a "spread-eagle" position. Azi took off her nightgown, revealing her large, white breasts. I asked, puzzled, "Why? Azi, why did you drug me?"

Azi slowly sat down beside me and said, "Ruyu, do you know, I've been in love with you for a long time. When you called to tell me you were a man, do you know how happy I was? That's why I came up with this plan. I'm sorry, Ruyu, because I know you wouldn't do anything to betray Senior Yun'er, so..." I said angrily, "So you drugged me?"

Azi whispered, "Yes!"

After Azi said "I'm sorry" to me, she started taking off my clothes. My little brother, I don't know if it was because of the aphrodisiac, was twice as big as usual. Azi straddled my little brother, in a "woman on top, man on bottom" position, and Azi slowly started moving... I couldn't take it anymore. I had long forgotten about Yun'er. I had become a sex slave, and I started moving my hips. Azi's two big breasts were swaying in front of my face... "Ruyu, you're so good!"

Azi said.

I said, "You're not bad either, Azi."

Azi's labia tightly enveloped my penis... After a long time, I felt the honey-like fluid of orgasm flowing from Azi's vagina, and Azi lay on top of me, panting.

I cried out, "Hey, you're the one who gave me the medicine, and you can't even handle this? I haven't ejaculated yet!"

After saying that, I started thrusting my hips again.

Azi cried out, "Oh... stop it, I really can't take it anymore... oh..." With my thrusting, Azi made different cries: "So deep, so deep... there... oh..." Later, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I told Azi to pull out quickly. As Azi pulled out, I ejaculated on her stomach... Later, we went to take a shower together and did it again. At this moment, I was thinking: What should I do? I raped another of my classmates, how should I tell everyone?
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Episode 3 04 Ordinary Me, Extraordinary Experiences

(Part 1) I am a student, currently still... I'm not tall, not handsome, and my grades are average—basically, just ordinary. But my experiences are anything but ordinary.

These extraordinary experiences began in junior high…

In my second year of junior high, I fell in love with a girl in my class named Jia. This was my first love, and I tried every possible way to get closer to her. But I blushed whenever I saw her (I'm a bit introverted), and I always failed.

So I asked a girl in my class for help (I was really at my wit's end; I didn't know how to pursue girls. So, during lunch at school, I told a girl in my class about my ideas and asked for her help). Her name was Xia. (At the time, a junior high student was pursuing her, or rather, harassing her, because Xia would run away whenever she saw him. The reason for the harassment, of course, was that she was pretty. She readily agreed to date him, and I even became his apprentice. (Back then, I was quite naive and subconsciously thought that girls who were pursued by others were more mature and experienced in this area.) So, for the next two months, I showed her the love letters I had written to Jia (she said they were pretty good). She helped me choose a birthday present for Jia; in short, she was my strategist and savior. With her help, my relationship with Jia progressed significantly, and I was truly grateful to Xia. However, something happened afterward that I still can't forget.

If I remember correctly, that day was December 30th, the morning after the class's New Year's party. Our group stayed behind to clean the classroom (I forgot to mention, Xia and I were in the same cleaning group). Xia said to me, "Want to go out this afternoon?"

I said, "Where to?"

Xia said, "To see a movie."

I said, "Okay, which theater? What movie?"

Xia said, "At my house, my dad just bought some big-budget movies."

I said, "Do they have *Titanic*? I haven't seen it yet."

Xia said, "Yes."

I said, "Great, great. But is it okay to come to your house? Do your parents agree? I'm a boy, you know."

Xia said, "It's okay, my parents went on a business trip the day before yesterday. They work at the same company and always go on business trips together, often leaving me alone at home."

I said, "Oh, okay, what time?"

Xia said, "Anything, 2 o'clock is fine."

I arranged to meet Xia at the school gate at 2 PM. After quickly finishing my cleaning, I went home for lunch (I'd never been to her house before, so we could only meet at the school gate). My house is quite far from school, so I usually eat lunch at school. Today, since I didn't have afternoon classes, I went home for lunch. I wolfed down my food and told my mom I was going out with my classmates this afternoon, then hopped on my bike and sped off to school. I didn't want to be late because Xia had said girls hate it when boys are late.

When I got to the school gate, I checked my watch: 1:45. Thank goodness, I wasn't late. But Xia was already there. I quickly explained. Xia said, "It's okay, I'm early. I just wanted to see if you listened to your teacher."

We both laughed.

Xia didn't ride her bike, so I gave her a ride. The route was short, and we arrived at her house in less than 5 minutes (there's a residential area right in front of our school). When we got inside, she asked me to sit down and what I wanted to drink. I said anything was fine. She handed me a can of Coke, told me to wait a bit, and went to her bedroom.

I drank my Coke while looking around her house. It was a very ordinary home, very clean. I don't remember exactly what it looked like because I only went there once. (My family was relatively well-off; my parents owned a company. I got my own computer, a Pentium 120, when I was in the first year of junior high. Although my computer now is practically junk compared to that, it was very advanced back then.)

After a while, she came out, changed into a nightgown, holding two apples in her left hand and several DVDs in her right. She handed me the DVDs and said, "Which one do you want to watch first?"

I said, "Titanic, of course."

"Okay."

She put a DVD into the VCD player, then turned on the TV, sat down next to me, handed me an apple, and said, "I like apples, so you'll have to make do."

I said, "I like apples too."

(Actually, I don't really like apples.) We started watching a movie. It took almost two hours to finish "Titanic." (To be honest, I almost cried; it was really touching. But I didn't feel anything watching it again. Apparently, a female classmate of mine cried her eyes out during this movie, causing laughter throughout the theater. That classmate is usually very funny.)

Xia changed to another movie, also a romance. (I don't remember the title or the plot.) At this point, we weren't paying much attention and started talking about the previous movie. Then we started talking about Jia and me. Xia asked me, "Have you kissed her?"

I blushed immediately. (Don't laugh at me, I really blushed. I was young then, and I would never blush now.) I said, "No, it's not that fast. I haven't even touched her hand."

Xia said, "You've never kissed anyone before?"

My face turned even redder. I said, "No, Jia is my first love."

Xia said, "I don't believe you."

I said, "What do I have to say for you to believe me?"

Xia said, "Kiss me and I'll know."

(At the time, I thought she might have kissed me.) I said, "No, I should be loyal to Jia."

Xia said, "I'm just verifying whether you've kissed me, not making you like me. Besides, I'm being responsible to Jia."

I said, "Okay. Verification it is."

(I don't understand what I was thinking at the time. If I was loyal, I shouldn't have kissed Xia.) So we sat facing each other, and I felt my face burning. We got closer and closer, and the moment our lips touched, I felt an electric current startling my entire body. Xia's lips were very soft, and the feeling was completely different from what I had imagined. My whole body began to stir.

We kissed deeply, she extended her tongue, and I extended mine, intertwining with hers. We started to hug each other. Although it was winter and I was wearing a sweater (I had taken off my coat when I came in), I could still feel the stimulation from her body, and my hands roamed restlessly over her skin.

What happened afterward felt like a dream. I don't even know how I got into her bedroom, or how we took off our clothes. Anyway... By the time I realized what was happening, I had already spread her thighs, and my penis was standing erect in front of her vulva. (What? You mean Jia? I'd completely forgotten about her. Anyway, I didn't think of her at the time.) Xia said, "Be gentle, okay?"

I think I was stupid at that moment. I didn't kiss or touch her breasts or vulva. I didn't kiss or touch anywhere. (I think I was really stupid at that moment, even though I'd watched a lot of porn before. But my mind was completely blank.) I grunted and got to work. I found the vaginal opening and thrust in hard. (Watching a lot of porn has its benefits; I found her vaginal opening right away.) Immediately, I felt the pain in my penis and Xia's scream. (Although I masturbated often before, this was my first time having real intercourse, and it really hurt.) Xia grabbed my hand, which was under her armpits to support her body. Her arm, her nails digging deep into my flesh.

I was terrified and quickly apologized. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at me, her brow furrowed, and she sobbed, "I told you to be gentle."

I said, "I didn't know it would hurt you so much, I'm sorry. I'll take it out."

She said, "No, wait until it doesn't hurt anymore before you move."

After a while, I tried to move a little. She didn't cry out in pain. My movements became more vigorous. Later, she started moaning, and then she begged me to take it out. I was like an animal in heat, not caring about anything else. I just wanted to release my lust. I don't know if she had an orgasm, but looking back, I think she might have had one. Because she screamed twice and then fell silent.

When she screamed a second time, I ejaculated. I lay on top of her, panting heavily. She held me tightly. We lay there like that for over 20 minutes. I started to come to my senses and got off her. My first feeling was regret, followed by fear. I regretted betraying Jia, and I feared Xia might be pregnant. I was completely disoriented, muttering, "Oh no, oh no..."

At that moment, Xia sat up, grabbed a blanket, and wrapped it around herself. She said, "What's wrong? Afraid I'm pregnant? Don't worry, I took my mom's birth control pills before you came."

I looked at her; her eyes were still filled with tears after our lovemaking, a few strands of hair plastered to her forehead by sweat—she looked incredibly beautiful. I said, "I'm sorry, I'll take responsibility. But can you give me a few days? My mind is a complete mess right now."

Xia said, "Okay."

After that, I don't remember how I got dressed, how I left her house, or how I got home. Not because too much time had passed. My mind was just completely blank.

There was a holiday on December 31st and January 1st. After school started, I couldn't face her, and she didn't come to see me either. I really didn't know what to do. I considered her my best friend, but I did this to her.

A week later, she suddenly stopped coming to school. I thought she was pregnant and was terrified for several days. Later, I learned from Xia's best friend that she had transferred to a school in Beijing (her grandmother lives in Beijing). After that, everything seemed normal. I stopped pursuing Jia and studied desperately, trying to forget everything. But one day in my third year of junior high, Xia suddenly appeared at the door of our classroom. I saw... She turned away immediately and started chatting with the students behind her. When I turned back, Xia was gone…

One of Xia’s best friends later told me (from what I observed, none of Xia’s best friends knew about what had happened between Xia and me), “Why didn’t you even say hello when your mentor came back? She’s always liked you. Do you know how heartbroken she was helping you pursue Jia?”

Hearing this, I was stunned. I…I…I’m such a fucking bastard. I betrayed a girl’s love for me; she gave me her most precious thing. Thinking back on the beautiful times I had with Xia, all I feel is regret…

(II) After graduating from junior high, I suddenly lost contact with all my classmates and spent my days alone at home. I really didn't want to go anywhere. I didn't do well on the high school entrance exam, and I figured I had no chance of getting into a top-tier high school.

I spent two and a half months bored. Then school started, and I thought high school life would be more interesting than junior high.

Class assignments, seating arrangements, and cleaning duties (I lived at school) were all as expected. This also gave me the opportunity to see which girls were pretty. I quickly spotted a few attractive ones.

After two weeks of getting to know everyone, I started my pursuit. You might be wondering, is this the

same silly boy from junior high? I'm also surprised that I've become like this; maybe it's because of emotional loneliness. Actually, my approach was simple: if I liked someone, I'd find an opportunity to tell her directly. I was tired of constantly buzzing around girls like a fly, tired of joking, tired of love letters, tired of gifts. Maybe this was escapism.

The result of this approach was predictable: failure upon failure. I pursued all the girls who were somewhat attractive, but without success.

I started to feel lost. I spent my days doing nothing, listening to music, playing Game Boy, all during class time. When I got really bored, I'd read magazines or novels, or just sleep. My grades plummeted; I failed five subjects in the first semester of high school. My parents were worried and gave me a good scolding. But I still had to go to school, so what could I do? My parents tried everything to get me transferred to

another class. So, I was reassigned to a different class, assigned seats, and did cleaning duties. This time, I was luckier because our homeroom teacher was a recent college graduate, unfamiliar with the school, and I helped her a lot.

Naturally, I became the class monitor and also the physics representative.

Perhaps inherited from my parents, I had strong organizational and administrative skills, easily handling both tasks. Being class monitor meant I couldn't be a complete failure academically, so this time I studied hard and smoothly advanced to the second year of high school (in the top ten). From the second year onwards, my extraordinary experiences began again…

First, we got a new geometry teacher. Previously, our homeroom teacher taught two subjects, but this year they were separated. The new geometry teacher, I heard, was assigned to our school the year before last. He's quite good-looking and has a good figure.

Secondly, I got promoted again. You might be wondering, how can I get promoted when I'm already class monitor? Hehe, I became the student council president. How about that? Pretty high-ranking, right? Don't say I made it up; even I couldn't believe it at the time.

But I really did become the student council president. You might be wondering, what extraordinary experiences did I have as the student council president?

Don't worry. Read on.

One day (I forget which day), I was called to the teacher's office. The teacher asked me to go to the school's conference room. I didn't know what it was about, but I hadn't done anything wrong, so what was there to be afraid of? I went. When I got there, I found the principal surrounded by a group of students, some from high school and some from middle school (our school has both). I was the last one to come in.

After I came in, the principal told us to sit down and then began to speak. I casually glanced around at the students present, and suddenly I noticed a girl. Wow, she's pretty. After looking at her a few more times, I listened attentively to the principal's speech. When the principal announced me as the student council president, she glanced at me. I was looking at her too, and our eyes met. Hehe, there was no flirting, but I knew from her gaze that something was up (she was in the junior high). So, whenever there were student council meetings or activities, I would take the opportunity to approach her and chat for a bit. Soon, I found a chance to confess my feelings, and she agreed. I was ecstatic! There wasn't a temple nearby, but if there were, I would definitely go and offer incense to Guanyin.

This girl's name was Ying, a very pretty name. Our relationship developed quickly, and I found her very open (or perhaps very flirtatious). We slept together shortly after we met. (It wasn't that I was impatient; it was because several of my friends kept urging me to sleep with her.) That day was a monthly break, and I didn't go home. (Intentionally.) She was a day student, and her home wasn't far from school. We agreed to meet at the school gate in the afternoon and then go to the movies, but fate was against us; it started raining just as we were about to leave for the cinema. We had no choice but to go to my dorm first. (Our roommates had all gone home.) A lone man and woman in a room, of course, *that* kind of thing could happen, and we were no exception. I took the initiative and kissed her first. After a long five-minute kiss, I began my assault. First, I kissed her nose, then her eyes, then her ears. Everyone says these are erogenous zones, but I just found them ticklish. Then her neck. She started moaning softly.

My hands began to knead her breasts. Her breasts weren't small, but I could still grasp them with one hand. I kneaded her breasts with my left hand, while my right hand slipped under her shirt and unhooked her bra from behind. Then, I reached into her clothes with both hands and grabbed her breasts, pushing her forward and pinning her beneath me.

She opened her mouth; I knew she wanted me to kiss her. I pressed my lips to hers and my tongue into her mouth, which she quickly sucked on. My hands weren't idle either; I unbuttoned both her and my shirts. She was wearing a loose tracksuit today, and my hands easily grabbed her panties. I touched it; it was lace, and a little wet further down. I started rubbing her clitoris through her panties with my middle finger. Our mouths remained closed, and she could only make soft, nasal sounds.

I thought it was about time to get down to business. I pulled away from her mouth, quickly stripped naked, and then roughly tore off her clothes. She looked at me and giggled. I smiled back at her. She was naked now, and my hands began to caress her body; her skin was so soft and felt wonderful.

I inserted my index finger into her vagina. It was wet, slippery, and warm. My thumb rubbed her clitoris. My other hand kneaded one of her breasts. She closed her eyes, looking like she was enjoying it. I took out a condom. (Buying condoms cost me half a month's allowance.) She looked at it calmly. It seemed she knew what was about to happen.

The rest is history, I don't need to tell you, right? But I have to say, wearing a condom doesn't feel good, even though I bought an ultra-thin one. It doesn't feel as good as masturbation. I fought with her for almost 45 minutes before ejaculating. I was exhausted and almost fell asleep holding her.

After a while, she sat up and started getting dressed, her face expressionless. I didn't know what she was thinking. After she finished dressing, she said goodbye and left alone, refusing to let me see her off.

A few days later, when I was out of school to buy something, I was suddenly surrounded by several people. They asked me, "Are you XXX?"

I said, "Yes."

They started hitting me, and I was terrified. I used to be very well-behaved and had almost never been in a fight. This was the first time I'd ever been beaten like that. I was completely powerless to fight back and could only curl up on the ground, covering my head with my hands.

They beat me for about 5 minutes before stopping. One of them said, "You fucking dared to seduce my girl, you've got some nerve. You better behave yourself from now on."

They left.

I stood up and looked at myself. Damn! I was covered in dirt. Actually, I wasn't seriously injured. (My body is quite muscular, but I'm still sore all over.

I brushed the dirt off myself, went back to my dorm, and collapsed onto my bed. Now I realize that Ying is a very flirtatious woman. What angers me is that I didn't realize it sooner. I don't like being a third party, but she made me become one without even realizing it. Damn it, what bad luck. Now I need to figure out how to resolve this.

I called the son of the accountant at my parents' company. He's older than me and was very influential back in school. I thought he could help. Then I called Ying and broke up with her. I didn't hesitate at all. A week later, everything went back to normal. I resigned from my position as student council president. I didn't want to see Ying again. I fell silent, just going to class, eating, and sleeping every day. Until one day...

(III) A very ordinary day, without any warning that something extraordinary would happen today.)

The second period in the afternoon was geometry class. When the bell rang, the geometry teacher didn't walk into the classroom with her usual smile.

Before this, I heard from classmates that she had been dumped by her boyfriend. I didn't believe it; she's a very good person and very pretty—only a fool would dump her.

Ten minutes had passed since the bell rang, and the geometry teacher still hadn't arrived, nor had any other teacher come to inform her.

Teachers have forgotten to come to class before due to work or other reasons, so it seemed I'd have to go and ask her.

I went to the teachers' office and looked through the glass; no one was inside. I went to the teachers' lounge, but still no one was there. (It seemed all the teachers had disappeared.) Only one place remained—the teachers' dormitory.

Many of the newly assigned teachers were from out of town, and the school's benefits for teachers were quite good; these teachers all lived in apartments. (Very nice apartments, one unit per person, though not very big.) The geometry teacher was also from out of town.

Students weren't usually allowed here, so only a small number of people knew which teacher lived in which unit. To be honest, I really didn't know where the geometry teacher lived.

I arrived at the teachers' apartment building, a five-story, point-style building. I figured I'd have to try my luck; most teachers were probably in class and few would be in the apartment.

I went up to the second floor. The security door to the left-hand unit wasn't locked. I figured the geometry teacher probably lived there. I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened as soon as my hand touched it.

No lock? I wondered if there was a burglar. I gently pushed the door open and tiptoed inside. No one was in the living room, no one was in the kitchen, and the bedroom door was ajar. I peeked inside—no burglar.

The geometry teacher was lying face down on the bed, her long hair almost completely covering her upper body. She seemed to be asleep. I went over and gently nudged her.

She woke up, but looked a little groggy, her eyes bloodshot.

I took her arm, and she groggily asked, "Who...who are you?"

I said, "I'm the teacher. Class monitor of Class Two."

She looked up at me; I could smell alcohol on her.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound rang out, and five neat finger marks appeared on my face.

I was stunned, covering my face with my hands, first confused, then angry. Why did you hit me when I hadn't done anything to you? But I couldn't get angry at the teacher; I needed to figure out what had happened first.

I calmed down and looked into the teacher's eyes. Her eyes were beautiful, even alluring, but they were filled with anger, and a hint of tenderness.

I said, "Yes, it's me, teacher. Are you alright?"

I grabbed her wrists with both hands, afraid she would hit me again. The teacher probably still didn't recognize me and struggled to break free.

I tightened my grip; I was really afraid she would break free and slap me again. The teacher struggled for a while but couldn't break free, so she gave up.

"Waaahhhhhh!" Oh no, the teacher cried.

I released her wrists. I was dumbfounded. What was going on? One minute she was hitting me, the next she was crying? I put my hand on the teacher's shoulder, trying to comfort her.

The teacher looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. To be honest, I hate seeing women cry; it breaks my heart.

The teacher reached out and hugged my waist, crying, "Feng, don't go."

Feng? Who's Feng? Could he be her boyfriend?

"Feng, please don't leave me. I was wrong, I'll never be stubborn again,"

the teacher cried.

What should I do? I asked myself, completely at a loss. Suddenly, the teacher kissed my lips. That's it, I surrendered. I think any man would give in in this situation; I'm not a saint.

My hands were on her shoulders, but she hugged my waist, so I could only wrap my arms around her neck. The teacher pushed me forward, and I lay on the bed. She pressed down on me, kissing me, her hands starting to unbutton my clothes.

I was completely passive. I wondered if what I was doing was right, what the consequences would be, but desire overcame reason. So be it; it was her initiative anyway.

But I still couldn't get into it. By then, the teacher had already taken off my shirt and was unbuttoning her own, but she couldn't unbutton it.

"Waaah!" Oh dear, she cried again.

Hehe, I reached out to help her, and she quickly threw off her shirt, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I was stunned. Perfect breasts, semi-circular, a 35C. How come I never noticed before? The nipples and areolas were pink.

The teacher pounced on me, putting one breast to my mouth, and I immediately took the nipple into my mouth. The teacher arched her back, her head tilted back.

I looked up and saw her slender, pink neck. We both seemed to go crazy, throwing off our clothes one by one. She kept straddling me. My underwear was off, and my little brother stood erect.

She lowered her head and took my little brother into her mouth. Wow, I felt a jolt. My abdominal muscles automatically contracted, and I almost did a sit-up. It felt so good! It was the first time a woman had given me oral sex, a feeling I'd never experienced before. I almost couldn't hold back my ejaculation.

I didn't know how good her technique was; it was my first time. I just knew it felt amazing, and my mouth was watering. I watched her; she was engrossed in her work, her hair covering my groin.

She moved away from my penis, straddling my waist, her left hand guiding my glans to her vaginal opening. She looked up at me, her eyes hazy, and then she sat down, all the way down.

I felt amazing, of course. She arched her back, her head tilted back; it was my first time having sex in this position. She kept thrusting, and I moved my hips in response.

After a while, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I grabbed her waist, rolled over, and pinned her beneath me. I thrust rapidly, and she groaned loudly, her head thrashing wildly from side to side, her long hair disheveled.

I ejaculated, and with a low growl, my semen sprayed into her uterus. She convulsed for a moment, then everything fell silent. I lay down beside her, holding one of her breasts in my hand. She closed her eyes, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

Her eyes opened, tears streaming down her face. She turned to look at me. "Am I a promiscuous woman?"

she asked.

I didn't know how to answer. I said, "You've broken up with your boyfriend?"

She nodded. "He dumped me."

It seemed my classmate was telling the truth. I asked her, "What should we do?"

She said, "Just leave. Pretend you were never here."

I got dressed to leave, and inadvertently noticed a framed picture on the bedside table. I looked closely at Liman's photo. My God, it was a picture of the teacher and her boyfriend. How could her boyfriend look so much like me? I understood. That's why she hit me, why she was intimate with me.

I left the teachers' apartment, and by the time I returned to the classroom, it was already the third period. It was all over, as if nothing had happened. The geometry teacher always walked into the classroom with a sweet smile.

Several students asked me where I had been that period. I made up a story to get by.

A month later, our geometry teacher left and transferred to another school. Before she left, all the students took pictures with her. I didn't want to take any, so I just watched from the sidelines. The teacher smiled sweetly. After

everyone else had taken their pictures, the teacher saw me and had one of the students pull me over. The teacher said, "Come on, let's take a picture of me and her."

The teacher linked arms with me, just like in the photo of her and her boyfriend. I looked at the camera lens, and I could feel the bitterness in my smile.

The teacher left, leaving behind this photo. I put it in my photo album, right next to the photo of me and Xia.

Teacher Mei, I wish you a lifetime of happiness...

Senior year of high school was intense and fulfilling; I didn't have time to think about anything else. It felt good. The college entrance exam was over, and I got into university. During the summer vacation, I and several high school classmates spent two months online without a single day off.

(IV) I was admitted to a private university in Beijing, in the H district of Beijing.

From junior high to high school, every relationship I had was unsuccessful, only resulting in heartbreak. University studies were easy, with plenty of free time every day. Many people went after girls, but I didn't want to anymore; I was afraid, afraid of being hurt again.

I closed my heart off and started reading Buddhist scriptures. The Heart Sutra is my favorite, although it's difficult to understand (I can still recite it now), but once I understood it, I let go of everything and returned to being the most ordinary me.

For the first time, I didn't feel the urge to pursue a beautiful woman. I think I could control myself, which made me seem strange to others, and no girl wanted to approach me.

Some of my roommates liked playing cards, some liked surfing the internet, while I liked going to bars. Every time, I'd have a bottle of beer and a plate of cashews, and I could drink for over an hour, enjoying myself while listening to music and spacing out. That's how I saw it.

One day in June, my roommate, the fourth one, came to me mysteriously and took me to a secluded spot, asking, "Hey, we found a prostitute, a really hot one, wanna come along?"

Without even thinking, I said, "Forget it, you guys have fun, I'll make room for you."

That day, I stayed in the bar for a long time and drank a lot. I... I'm blue. I was in a bad mood, very depressed, not because of my roommates hiring a prostitute.

I got drunk, really drunk, it was the first time I'd ever been drunk, and I didn't remember anything.

When I woke up, I found myself not in my dorm, but in a place I'd never been before, like a hotel.

Just then, the door opened, and a woman walked in, carrying breakfast. I began to understand. I threw back the covers, revealing myself naked, and I understood completely.

The woman placed the breakfast on the table, smiled at me, and said, "Hungry? Have some breakfast. You were drunk last night, so I brought you here."

This woman was very beautiful, more beautiful than any woman I had been with before.

I was indeed hungry, and while eating breakfast, I asked her directly, "Why did you choose me?"

I guessed she was either a wealthy widow or a kept woman. She looked at me and said, "Are you a student?"

"That's all?"

I said.

She said, "Yes."

Heh, I gave a bitter laugh. I never thought that I, who didn't want to solicit prostitutes, would become a gigolo.

"Ring~~~" The phone rang, and the woman answered, "Honey~~~...Yeah, it's so boring! You never come to keep me company...I miss you so much."

Hearing her coquettish tone gave me goosebumps. I started getting dressed, and by the time I finished, he had finished his call.

She looked at me, her eyes seeming to see right through me. "Don't you want to know who called me?"

I said, "Yes, but I can guess."

She said, "Who?"

"The person who supports you,"

I said.

I walked towards the door, and she went to the table and wrote something. I opened the door, and she came over, holding a piece of paper.

She kissed me, handed me the paper, and said, "My phone number and address are on it. You can come find me."

I took the paper without saying anything. She didn't take me back to school. I hailed a taxi. The driver was smoking, so I took one too, and burned the paper while I was at it.

When I got back to school, I went straight to my dorm. I didn't go to class that day. A week had passed, and I thought everything was over. I didn't go back to that bar.

But one afternoon the following week, I came back from Q University (I attended classes at Q University and received my diploma there upon graduation). A white BMW was parked at the school gate, and a woman got out. It was her.

I looked at her, said nothing, and got into the car. I don't know why I got in; maybe it was a physical need, maybe the thrill of an affair? Maybe she was just too beautiful.

"My name is Ling, and as you guessed, I'm a kept woman,"

she introduced herself as she drove.

After driving for over an hour, we arrived at a residential area. I followed her into the elevator to an apartment.

She opened the door, and I went inside. It was a very luxurious home, evident from the expensive furniture in the living room.

After closing the door, we started undressing and kissing. I used my mouth to remove her clothes piece by piece. Then we went to the bathroom, where I carefully washed her, afraid she wasn't clean.

She closed her eyes, enjoying it. "You slut, do you think I'm being gentle with you?" I caressed her body, my right hand reaching between her legs and inserting a finger.

There were many folds inside; it might be a top-quality vagina. I kissed her deep red nipples, my finger constantly moving and teasing them. Although she was soaking wet, I could still feel the abundant fluid flowing from her vagina.

She was very docile, letting me wipe her down. I dried her off and put her on the bed. I pounced on her, with an unprecedented abandon and madness. We kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining until the roots of our tongues ached.

I kissed and bit her breasts, not very hard, but she still cried out in pain, pushing my head away forcefully. Ignoring her, I continued downwards. Her abdomen was smooth, without a single inch of flesh, so I couldn't bite into it and had to give up.

I didn't go straight for her genitals, but instead moved to one of her legs. Her legs were long. This time I didn't bite, because I like beautiful legs. I carefully kissed every inch of her leg skin, kissing all the way to her ankle.

Only then did I really look at her feet. They were very beautiful feet. I grabbed her other foot and put it together. Beautiful feet, absolutely.

The feet were slender, the toes were neat, the nails were painted pink, and the soles were smooth and soft. I guess the rich man who kept her must also like beautiful feet? I kissed her deeply, kissing the sole of her foot.

Her reaction was intense; she laughed so hard tears almost streamed down her face. I ignored her and licked her feet, sucking on each toe one by one until they were covered in my saliva.

I spread her legs wide; she was very flexible, and even when I almost split her legs into a perfect split, she didn't cry out in pain.

I lowered my head; her labia minora were a slightly darker color. Because her legs were spread wide, her labia minora were separated, revealing that the inside was still pink.

I licked her clitoris, and she began to react. As I licked faster, her moans grew deeper and louder. Soon my tongue got tired, so I switched to my hands. I inserted my right index and middle fingers into her vagina, probing, while my thumbs rubbed her clitoris up and down. She

wasn't just moaning; she was practically screaming. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. She sat up, pushed me onto the bed, and took my glans into her mouth, moving it up and down while licking the urethral opening with her tongue.

I lay in bed, hands behind my head, relaxing my body and following her movements. Now I can last a long time without ejaculating, so this little bit of stimulation is nothing to me.

She sucked for over five minutes, probably tired, then spat out my penis and looked up at me. I understood, rolled over and pinned her beneath me, and then, to get to the point, I grabbed my penis, found the entrance to her vagina, and thrust in all at once.

She leaned back, then let out a loud groan. The groan was loud, but not feigned; she seemed very aroused.

As I fucked her, I cursed, "Damn it, you little slut, so wanton."

Hearing me say that, she suddenly fell silent, looked at me, but after a while, closed her eyes and started groaning again.

After a while, my arms started to ache, so I rolled her over and made her kneel before me, then penetrated her from behind. I held her waist and started experimenting with the sexual techniques I knew. After about 30 minutes, I shuddered and ejaculated.

I lay down beside her, and she got up and went into the bathroom. I thought she was cleaning up, but after a while, she came out and pulled me into the bathroom; she had run a bath.

I sat in the bathtub, holding her, applying shampoo and gently washing her hair. She asked me, "Do you see me as a promiscuous woman?"

I didn't have any good feelings towards her, so I said, "Aren't you?"

She was silent. "Maybe, otherwise I wouldn't be a mistress, but I have no choice. My family is in the countryside, very poor, with many younger siblings, and I have to support their education."

"A year ago, I was a college student just like you."

I asked, "How did you find me again?"

"I saw your student ID, and I knew you might not come back to me."

We soaked in the bathtub for over an hour. I thought to myself, it's nice to be able to come here to bathe every day, just to bathe. As

I got dressed to leave, she took some money out of her bag and handed it to me. The little bit of goodwill I had just developed towards her vanished instantly.

I said contemptuously, "Don't think you're so rich. A BMW and an apartment are nothing to me, but I could afford to keep five or six women like you! Humph~" After saying that, I left. I usually wear a shirt and dress pants; do I look like a pauper? I believe having money isn't a sin, but don't flaunt your wealth. Be humble; some things money can't buy.

I was furious at the time, went to a bar, and drank a bottle of beer for over an hour.

For a long time afterward, I was depressed and started reading Buddhist scriptures again.

Sometimes when you're in a bad mood, you're more likely to get sick. I got sick, initially not paying much attention, just a fever, but the high fever persisted for several days. My roommates were terrified; it was over 39 degrees Celsius! They took me to the hospital.

For the next four days, I still had a high fever, and my roommates took turns visiting me. On the fifth day, I woke up, feeling completely weak. This illness almost killed me.

But… but then I felt my life regain its color because I met someone, a nurse.

I woke up at night, still a little groggy, and soon fell asleep again. The next morning, when I woke up again, the nurse had come to bring my medicine.

She was pushing a small cart, distributing medicine to each patient. She was wearing a mask, so I didn't pay much attention. But when she came to my bedside, she took off her mask, which made me look at her. She looked

familiar. Who was she?

"Ahhhhhh!" I yelled,

startling everyone in the room.

She... she had grown up, but I still recognized her. It was Xia!

My first reaction was that I was dreaming. The person I had thought about so many nights before falling asleep was now standing in front of me. Was this possible?

She smiled and said, "What? Don't you recognize me?"

I was stunned. I stared at her for a few minutes without saying a word. I couldn't believe it was real.

I said, "Xia... Xia?"

She made a face at me and said, "Yes... your master. Hmm... take your medicine..."

She handed me the medicine and pushed the cart out of the ward. All I could think about was not letting her leave me again. I pulled out the IV and stumbled out.

I saw Xia in the nurses' station. She had grown taller, still had long hair, and was even more beautiful than before. She was truly gorgeous.

I rushed to her, knelt down, and took her hand, saying, "Xia, don't leave me again. I've never forgotten you these past few years, really! I swear!"

My actions startled the other nurses, but since they recognized Xia, no one bothered me.

Xia said, "I have a boyfriend now, they all know."

She pointed to the other nurses.

"I don't care, I've already missed one chance. Since God has allowed me to meet you again, I can't miss it again."

Xia bit her lower lip, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes. After a while, she said, "You can pursue me, but now you have to go back to the ward. You're a patient now."

Episode 3, the story of Dormitory 05.

Actually, there are some students like me watching this show.

Life and studies are quite fulfilling, but without a girlfriend, I sometimes feel lonely and empty. Although I'm excellent and handsome, the pressure of studying still exists, and only here can I relax and find comfort. I hope to find a girl who is also a student like me, but whose life is rather monotonous and empty.

Dormitory Stories (1) At the end of 1999, I finally finished ten years of hard study. Diligence and courage were lucky in the scorching July heat. In August, I could prepare my school supplies, but it seems that the notice side page says that I don't need to bring a basin or a quilt. Hehe, saves effort.

I came to this national key university in Beijing. The environment is fresh and lovely - for two reasons: the school itself has beautiful scenery; since it is a liberal arts school (economics, of course there are many beauties!) At first glance, the ratio is about 2:1. I am in a surprisingly good mood.

Soon life got back on track. After military training, the brothers were like a family. The six of us went from strangers to acquaintances. From casual chats at night to classic dirty jokes to someone's romantic history to the explosive news of a girl's dormitory. The topic quickly turned to personal feelings. One of the six of us in the dormitory is from Beijing, and the rest are candidates from other places. Hunan, Hubei, Shandong, Henan, Guangdong. People from five different places gathered to listen to the Beijing guy's ramblings. The Beijing guy, with his less intense academic pressure, unlike us who need an average score of 110 to even have a chance. He seemed quite proud when talking about his sexual history. He's only 17, but he started dating in the first year of junior high, had sex with someone by graduation in the second, and had three girlfriends by the third. He's now had more than ten sexual partners! After nightfall, he led the conversation almost entirely. We listened intently, a mixture of envy and jealousy. This short guy, barely over 1.6 meters tall and not even that handsome, how come so many girls are head over heels for him?

I was particularly indignant. I'm 176cm tall and quite handsome, but I went to a provincial key high school. Our school's college entrance rate was almost 99%, because even the lowest-scoring student in our school would have a higher cutoff score. Naturally, less than 1% of the students in my school were dating—the environment dictates the local climate! Whenever the Beijing guy got excited, he always pretended to comfort me: "Hey, with your looks, you could pick any girl from xx (omitted school) you wanted!" I chimed in: I'm not in a hurry, I need to focus on my studies first! Actually, I was feeling quite down.

For almost the first three months of the semester, I spent all my time in the study room, and I was usually the last one back at night. But later on, room checks were basically stopped, and the guys from Beijing started staying out all night. S was quickly won over by a senior from his hometown, and within half a month, they were actually making progress. The four of us often listened to S discussing his sexual experiences with the guys from Beijing. Every time this happened, my glans would swell and heat up, straining against my underwear. I'd just take off my underwear and let him move freely. My sensitive nerve endings rubbed against the soft blanket, and all my muscles were tense as I listened to them talk, sometimes just saying a few perfunctory words.

Late at night, I often saw the skinny guy happily masturbating (no wonder he's so skinny). Although the academic and the lake-loving guys didn't talk much, everyone knew they didn't want to be lonely either.

Winter break came by in the blink of an eye. S was moved to a nearby neighborhood by the senior, and we only visited on weekends. The guys from Beijing also came back less often, only appearing tired figures during professional classes. The dorm was left with just the four of us, my unfortunate buddies.

It was during the school's screening of American Pie, which the four of us had already heard about, so we went to see it together. Alas, it was the first time for four grown men to see a school movie, how embarrassing! (In frustration, I tried to use some foreign language) After the movie ended, the four of us were excited for a long time, and at the suggestion of the skinny guy, we went out for drinks!

By the time we came out of the restaurant, it was almost 12 o'clock, damn, the dormitory was about to close. But we were happy, because none of us wanted to be virgins anymore, after all, we are all adults!

Dormitory Story (2) This person is a memory master. I heard that he didn't sleep the night before the college entrance examination and read through more than 300 poems in the Chinese materials. He could remember them all after reading them once. He also performed well in the essay on artificial intelligence that year, quoting classics and writing fluently without a single mistake, and got 57 out of 60 points! Shit!! His family is also rich, and they quickly installed a computer and used room 201 to go online! From then on, the dorm's electricity card started needing frequent top-ups, but he was also very generous, downloading a lot of pornographic pictures and articles for us guys to share. After nightfall, when the skinny guy wasn't using the computers, he'd lecture us on sex, practically an expert's show, and we listened with great interest.

After we got the computer, the skinny guy, who studied international trade, often skipped the large lectures. In our first year, it was mostly general education courses, and he basically never went. When asked why, he replied: "To meet up with online friends." I just took notes for him. The guy from Hubei and Hunan, on the other hand, frequently went to the school's dances and movie screenings, even attending various reports, actually just to see more pretty girls and make more friends.

One day in April, during a break between general education classes, I hadn't eaten breakfast, and my water bottle was still in the dorm, so I went to get it during the break, also to see what the skinny guy was doing. Our dorm was on the first floor, facing south. I tiptoed into the small nursery by the window, and when I passed our window, I saw the curtains were still drawn, so I thought I'd see what the skinny guy was doing. Heh, the curtains weren't fully drawn.

Shit! The skinny guy was masturbating! He was facing me sideways, wearing only his underwear, intently watching the screen. The computer screen displayed images recently downloaded from porn sites, all showing Japanese women before and after sex. These images were very arousing; the women's legs were spread wide, exposing their vulvas, some even close-ups of the genitals, pubic hair standing on end. The women in the images were using their hands to separate their labia majora, revealing their clitoris, while their other hand reached under their thighs and gently stroked the cleft, the glistening vaginal fluid reflecting off their labia. The skinny guy used the arrow keys on the keyboard to adjust the image, while his left hand tightly gripped his penis. His penis wasn't large or long, about 11 centimeters. He frequently lubricated his penis and left hand with saliva; the glans was red. He would rub and massage his penis several times with his hand after each new image.

He was so focused that he didn't look anywhere else. His penis quickly became like a full, long balloon, covered with bulging veins. Each time he masturbated, the skinny man trembled slightly, sometimes gently rubbing his testicles. About three minutes later, the skinny man simply lay back on the scholar's bed. The computer screen showed a Japanese woman in a half-squatting position with her legs spread. The woman's left hand parted her vulva, clearly separating her red labia minora, revealing the glistening of vaginal fluid on her inner thighs; her right hand was rubbing her breasts. No wonder the skinny man lay down! Soon, the skinny man's pace quickened; he was probably reaching his limit. He used both hands to masturbate vigorously. *Phew*, he ejaculated! White semen gushed out. The skinny man's body stiffened, and then, looking very satisfied, he paused for a few seconds before starting to clean up afterward. He actually wiped the semen off with his underwear. Of course, the skinny guy's actions were too excited, and he got some semen on the scholar's pillowcase, and a few drops even landed on the scholar's open New Concept English textbook, probably from the Titanic page the scholar was reading last night. It was quite amusing.

I glanced at my watch; only five minutes had passed. I needed to get my cup before class, so I didn't miss anything.

So I left the window and started singing loudly at the building entrance. To avoid any misunderstandings, after all, we're brothers. Today, it took me two minutes to walk down the corridor that usually takes thirty seconds. Then it took me a little over a minute to go to the bathroom. When I got back to my room, the skinny guy was already all ready, but he still couldn't hide his nervousness. I greeted him, took my cup, and said goodbye, skinny guy.

After lunch, we went back to the dorm and the four of us chatted briefly. The scholar thanked the skinny guy for washing his pillowcase, and I secretly chuckled. Ah, it's really tough on the skinny guy.

That's how the skinny guy's life goes on; he rarely goes to class anymore. Sometimes he comes back very late, and once he didn't come back at all. Nobody knew what he was doing. One day in May, the skinny guy came back very happy, finally ending his virginity! It turned out he went to call a prostitute! Oh my god!

Dorm story (3) I was very depressed after seeing the pictures that day, my dick was swollen and I was really distracted. To be honest, I have been masturbating a lot lately (everyone knows that), but I finally couldn't help it. Our school is relatively close to xx Street, only two stops away. I heard it from a senior. I drank some beer. It was about nine o'clock at that time. I didn't come back that night. I took a taxi to xx Street by myself. Damn, there were prostitutes standing on the side of the road! They looked pretty after they put on makeup. I couldn't believe they were prostitutes! At first, I didn't dare to go at all, but they were very enthusiastic. They would go over whenever a car came. I didn't know what they were talking about. Anyway, I was nervous and excited at that time. I was desperate. I told the driver to drive slowly, and he was very understanding. I immediately spotted a woman with medium-length hair by the roadside, probably 18 or 19. I waved to her, and she quickly came over. My brain went blank, and I flashed my student ID! The woman smiled: "Hey young man, where do you live?" Damn, she was much more proactive than me. I didn't know what to say, but the woman said to me, "Shall we go for coffee?" Soon, a man around forty years old came over. He looked fierce, glanced at me, said a few words to the woman, and walked away.

I was completely flustered! The woman got into a taxi and told the driver to go to the nearby Mingdian Coffee shop. The driver seemed to take this fare often! The woman asked where I went to school, and I told her the truth. She seemed to smell alcohol on me and gently buried her head in my chest! Damn, my penis swelled up! I couldn't resist touching her breasts—they were so big, so full! I didn't dare touch them anymore, but deep down I still wanted to.

We arrived at Mingdian Coffee quickly. We got out of the car, but the woman didn't go in; instead, a middle-aged woman came out, probably the madam. This older woman was incredibly enthusiastic; I didn't know what to say. The price was surprisingly cheap! I had to give the madam 100 yuan first, and then 200 yuan to Kaly (the prostitute's name). The madam said a few words to Kaly, and she nodded. Then she left with me. I was still scared; where were we going? Kaly said, "To a friend's place; they have a house there." We hailed another car, quickly turned into a residential area, and arrived at building number 22. Then we went to the basement, probably their rented apartment. We went in together. The room was simply furnished: a TV, a bed, a water dispenser, and some drawers and a desk.

The woman asked if I wanted to watch TV for a while. I thought, "Sure." Actually, I was a little excited, but mostly nervous. After all, it was my first time using a prostitute!

The woman turned on the TV; it was a Japanese adult film. It was about a young Japanese woman masturbating in a bathtub, and then a short, bearded man came in and had sex with her in the bathtub. That's so perverted, but the Japanese girl's moans were unbearable. My penis quickly became even more engorged!

Kaly leaned closer; I guessed that all the prostitutes had incredibly high sex drive and were easily aroused. She took off her outer clothes, leaving only her bra and panties. Her bra was pink, a very tight kind with white lace trim; her panties were pink with a cutout in the middle! You could see her flesh and black skin showing through the semi-transparent cutout. Because she was already starting to secrete vaginal fluid, the semi-transparent fabric quickly became transparent, and I could see a small, bulging nipple. I started trembling! She asked if I wanted something to drink. I said no, and she drank some mineral water, then started helping me undress. My jeans fell off quickly, and since I'm thin, I took off my shirt myself—I couldn't take it anymore! I couldn't even take off my underwear! She laughed and lay down on the bed, then took off her bra herself (probably because she was afraid I'd damage it). Oh my god, two full mounds burst out! I wondered if she'd taken some kind of drug, otherwise her breasts would be so full. Her skin was pretty good, and her nipples were pink! She has a great figure! I couldn't resist starting to caress her breasts, and she couldn't take it anymore. "Ah...mmm...ah...mmm...kiss me...lick me...ah..."

Her breasts were full, firm, and perky. I held her tightly in my arms, and my hot lips and tongue began to invade her body. Her body tingled, and she closed her eyes. Her hands clung to my neck, her cherry lips parted, and she extended her fragrant tongue to kiss me passionately. I thought of the theoretical knowledge I had accumulated, so I began to use my kissing skills. I kissed her from her red lips to her cheeks, to her ears, especially her earlobes, gently blowing warm breath on them while softly kissing and licking them. Then I kissed her fair shoulders wantonly. My right hand gently traced her pink panties, while my left hand caressed and kneaded her inner thighs and plump buttocks. At this moment, my tongue held her nipples, gently biting and sucking them. Her plump vulva, covered by pink panties, was oozing a lot of lustful fluid, milky white like sticky saliva. I couldn't resist pulling down her panties, completely exposing her vulva. She cooperated, spreading her legs as wide as possible. My penis was already at its limit, and I began to use my hands to separate her labia majora, then gently parted her labia minora with the tip of my tongue, while sucking on her clitoris.

"So good... mmm... gently... a little gentler... mmm... good... mmm... mmm... mmm... ouch... ah..."

Sometimes I would gently bite her clitoris, and when I gently sucked, I could feel a little sweet liquid spurting out from the tip of my tongue. "Mmm... mmm... ouch... ah... so good... ah..."

The entire vaginal opening was flowing with a slightly bitter, astringent liquid, very lubricating. At this time, I began to insert my right index finger into her vagina. At first, my finger felt a slightly rough, astringent sensation in her vaginal opening, but fortunately, her wide vagina could hold my hand. I started to lick, suck, and insert my finger. These were all taught in books, and they were indeed effective. She hugged my head and actively raised her vulva, and I gently licked her pubic hair with my tongue.

"...Ah... I... can't... take... it... anymore... ah..."

"Hurry up and go in... I can't take it anymore... hurry..."

A pink blush began to spread across her body, her brows furrowed slightly, and her face flushed. Although she was a prostitute, she was still human. I hadn't expected his oral skills to be so impressive; it was a resounding success! The first attempt went very smoothly. I couldn't help but proudly begin the second kiss, observing her body as I kissed. When I kissed Kaly's lower abdomen, I noticed that she had very little excess fat, and I couldn't help but feel a sincere admiration and a touch of regret. If it weren't for the alcohol bolstering my courage, I might have given up. But now, I couldn't control myself! My glans was already very erect, and I could see a little bit of fluid seeping out. I didn't ask Kaly to give him oral sex; Kaly was probably close to orgasm by now, I thought. I straightened my body and spread her legs, and Kaly cooperated readily. She parted her labia majora, forcefully exposing her labia minora. I straightened my glans, knelt on the bed, and was incredibly excited. When my glans touched Kaly's pubic hair, I felt dizzy; it felt so good. Then, my glans and her vaginal fluids mingled, and without thinking, I thrust forward… *plop*, the sound of my glans pressing against her vaginal opening, followed by a gush of vaginal fluid. I couldn't help but cry out: "Ah! So good!"

Then I felt dizzy for a few seconds, like I was in heaven. Then Kaly started moving. Her vagina was very active, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, and vaginal fluids gushed out in large quantities. Accompanied by her moans, I had only thrust in and out about twenty times when I felt my penis go numb. At this moment, Kaly suddenly stopped moving and pushed me away. I was surprised. "Why?" She smiled and took a condom out of her handbag.

"I'm sorry, this is our rule. Actually, we should have put one on from the beginning, but since you're a student, I've already relaxed the policy." "

I was at a loss, but I watched as she put a condom on me. She used her fingers to guide my penis, gently playing with it a few times. Then she started attacking me! Although she was still underneath me, she was very responsive. She spread her legs wide, her full buttocks moving back and forth, her labia minora swallowing my penis and occasionally clenching her vagina. I couldn't take it anymore. I had only done it less than thirty times when I felt my penis suddenly contract. 'Ah! I came!'

She simply clamped my body between her legs, and I pushed in hard...

I could feel my penis being constantly squeezed, as if she was trying to suck out all my semen!"

Kaly moaned, "Ah...so good...ah...ah..."

I lay on top of her, but alas, she was too intense. Perhaps it was because it was the first time.

After resting for a while, I got off Kaly, and she helped me remove the condom. My penis was completely limp. Kaly rubbed her labia with her hand and took a few deep breaths. Then we started chatting. It turned out Kaly was from Northeast China. After graduating from junior high school, she didn't want to continue her studies and came to Beijing to see what it was like. She started as a hotel waitress, then went to bars a few times, went clubbing a few times, and played mahjong a few times. Her money ran out quickly, but she didn't have any other skills to survive, so... Since I was a student, Kaly... Aly talked a lot. I listened in a daze.

Then, Kaly slowly lay on top of me and gently took my penis into her mouth. Wow! That felt so good. She licked and sucked, swirling it around in her mouth. I felt my body start to heat up; after all, I'm young. Soon, my penis became erect again, though it wasn't very sensitive. Her oral skills were amazing! When my penis was fully erect, she took out a condom.

We started thrusting a second time. This time I felt much better and just wanted to fuck her hard, while she started to enjoy it. My god, she was amazing! So much juice flowed down her thighs and onto the sheets, and every thrust made a squelching sound.

"Hold me...faster...ah...lick me...ah...mmm..."

she moaned, making me feel even better. So I started thrusting wildly!

*Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack*, about a hundred times, when suddenly she

let out an "Ah...oh..." and hugged me tightly, probably reaching orgasm. I felt like my penis was being enveloped by something very hot, it felt so good. Warm liquid flowed from her vaginal opening. Then she thrust into me wildly, "So good!"

I shouted. At this point, I wanted to try some other techniques, so I had her sit up, I lay down, my penis erect, and she slowly sat on top of me. She parted her labia with one hand and held my penis in place with the other, then gently sat down, then sat all the way down!

"Ah!"

I couldn't help but shout, "So good!"

Then she started moving up and down, and I held her plump buttocks with both hands, moving along with her.

Then she started moving up and down, back and forth, rubbing her clitoris against my pubic hair. I felt a thick, warm liquid flowing from her body, and my glans was constantly being teased and rubbed by something rough—it felt so good! I then reached my hand from behind her buttocks to her labia, gently stroking her while thrusting.

"Ah...mmm...so good...don't stop...ah...ah...oh..."

The frequency kept increasing, and then I stopped moving, letting her do whatever she wanted to me.

It probably happened over three hundred times. I started to feel another orgasm, so I pushed her down again! While I was doing it, I felt great, moaning, "Ah! So good, my good sister! Ah!"

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at Kaly. She seemed very comfortable, lying there contentedly. I really wanted to tell her to be my girlfriend, but I didn't say it, because it was impossible for me.

Ah, it felt so good!

Dormitory Stories (4) S tried his best to learn but couldn't master the very tongue-twisting Beijing-style Mandarin. Sometimes it was really funny, especially when S got a little angry with the canteen chef over whether there was an extra or a little less rice. I felt sorry for him. Hehe. S wasn't very tall, but he was very strong. He used to practice shot put. The most ruthless thing about this guy was that he seduced the senior girls!

Because he always pretended to be a pure and honest little boy, plus his broken Mandarin, he would sometimes make fun of the girls by speaking English with a strong hometown accent. Actually, this kind of boy is the most terrifying. He can win the hearts of a group of beautiful girls. Some psychologists even define this kind of person as a vulnerable group. In my opinion, he should be a pure liar because the girls all think that such a boy would be pitiful if no one loved him. So the girls carried forward the great spirit of maternal love! Alas, how sad. Sometimes I really want to stand on the roof and say to the girls: "This kind of pig-headed boy is unreliable!"

In class, S would always reserve seats. Now it seems rather boring, but back then it was really practical. One person could use six books to reserve a seat. I suspect my senior was swayed by his facade (actually, S was forced to leave his books early in the morning because he kept losing at cards with others). During class, we always noticed a girl not far behind us who seemed interested in S. It was obvious: who would keep looking this way for no reason! S probably wasn't stupid either; he'd occasionally throw an eraser to create an opportunity for a glance, resulting in eye contact. Ah… time breeds affection, it's inevitable…

The opportunity arose when the Beijing guy skipped class again, habitually taking up six seats, leaving one empty. Coincidentally, that day's lecture was a crucial review, of course! And my senior arrived late that day, already without a seat. She first looked around the classroom, then spotted this spot (actually, she initially looked here, but later pretended to look around) and sat down, blushing. She wasn't particularly beautiful, just average-looking, with short, chestnut-colored hair, but she had a good figure; she was about 163cm tall. We first caught a whiff of perfume, then a surge of female hormones, and then we saw S actually greet her! She then sat down next to S (who happened to be sitting outside that day, damn it, he got all the opportunities!). When she sat down, we could feel her fullness and voluptuousness. If you were to replay it in slow motion, you'd see her first align her full, pert buttocks with the seat, her jeans unable to conceal her curves! Then she slowly sat down, followed by her legs together, and then we saw her trembling breasts slowly descend (her bra was just a little small), highlighting the two peaks under her tight clothes.

They were able to concentrate at the beginning of class, but then they started passing notes! Shit! After class, we saw them go to the cafeteria… later, we saw them again during self-study…

and later still, they were near the school… I rented a place for 800 yuan a month (a semi-basement, one-bedroom apartment). S, perhaps to show off his affection for his dorm mates, or maybe with a hint of showing off, invited us to tour his humble abode.

I've been there many times; the one time I remember most vividly was right after they'd finished having sex. My senior had gone shopping, and S was home. This guy is so damn lazy! When I entered, he seemed completely unconcerned about the toilet paper scattered on the floor and the condom he'd just removed. The air in the room was rather stuffy, mixed with her fragrance. It was truly enviable! As S described the layout, I noticed their bedroom faced the back of a small shop not far away. Since there were hardly any residents, it was obviously free of charge. The cost of the curtains was gone. What's exciting is that the roof of the convenience store is a very dilapidated place, probably a warehouse, and it's surrounded by the back of residential buildings, making it the perfect place to observe them having sex! Hahaha, don't blame your brother for not being loyal, so I decided to see their live version!

Dormitory Story (5) On Friday night, they're bound to make a move, because Friday is the day they just finished a small test! That guy S must have been working hard in the main building yesterday, and he definitely didn't get to enjoy himself yesterday, so he'll make up for it today. After some rigorous reasoning, I brought water and bread, as well as a high-powered telescope, and carried my backpack. Around 8 o'clock, I arrived at the abandoned building next to S's convenience store. Upstairs. It was piled high with odds and ends, and lots of discarded boxes. Even better, the convenience store was closed today! Awesome! Hahahaha, just waiting... oh well, hopefully they didn't come home, or they'd be gone! ...An hour passed, it was already 9 o'clock. Suddenly, the light in S's room came on; they were back. I immediately crouched down in the box, held my breath, adjusted the focus of my binoculars, and took out my eyeglass cloth to wipe the lens repeatedly, making sure everything was in perfect condition. Haha. I felt like I had a real talent for spying!

The show was about to begin.

Because there were no curtains, I could see everything my senior and S did, and with the high-powered binoculars, I could even see the pimples on my senior's face (thankfully, not many!).

S went to take a shower because I saw him take off his weird underwear, revealing his black penis and erect glans. This guy, carrying a pair of athletic shorts, went to shower naked. Meanwhile, my senior was watching TV.

I looked at the TV; she was watching porn! No wonder S said he was going to Zhongguancun today!

As she watched, she started taking off her tight yellow top, then fixed her hair, and then took off her tight jeans, shuffling around barefoot in slippers. Wow, her body is really great! Because she takes good care of her skin... Her skin was very fair, even more mesmerizing under the dim light! Her slender neck was as smooth as a scallion, and her breasts were full and firm. Although she was wearing a bra, I could tell it wasn't big enough, as her breasts seemed about to burst out! My senior poured herself a glass of water and then lay down on the bed. She held a remote control in one hand and placed the other behind her head. It was clear she didn't like shaving her armpit hair; it was quite thick, and this raw, primal sexiness was very attractive! Her bra was white and a fairly standard size; her... Her underwear was ordinary white, but you could see a small bulge at the bottom, and a dark triangle area was visible beneath the white fabric. Her legs were so beautiful, tightly pressed together, gently rubbing against each other…

I'm sure she was starting to get aroused, probably because after watching porn for a few minutes, she was starting to have a physical reaction. She first used her left hand to slowly circle and caress her breasts; at the same time, she reached her right hand under her underwear, stroking herself through it, and repeatedly thrusting her body upwards, her hips… It was slowly twisting.

Looking through my binoculars from over ten meters away, it seemed like it was right next to me! How could this not arouse me? I could feel my penis getting really hard! And the glans started secreting a strange, slippery fluid. It felt so good… I continued watching their actions!

My senior sister had already taken off her bra, and two large, full breasts popped out. I could clearly see snow-white breasts topped with red, engorged nipples that looked like cherries, surrounded by pink areolas. They were so full and round!

Then she started taking off her underwear. A large amount of vaginal lubrication was clearly visible on her underwear; it was already partially wet. She slowly spread her legs, placing her hands on her dark pubic area. Since her genitals weren't facing me, I couldn't see clearly—I was so anxious! I could only see her thick pubic hair. I could also see her expression of pleasure mixed with some pain, and her writhing body…

Finally, it came! This pig's short haircut is disgusting; his still-wet hair looks like a black bomb—I don't know why that comparison came about. His belly was sticking out too—a sign of laziness! He wasn't wearing underwear at all; his penis was erect, like he was holding a small, hard object. The glans was incredibly red, a deep crimson! Through the binoculars, I could see bulging blue veins surrounding his penis.

My senior sister took a towel and draped it over herself. It was almost summer, and the temperature was quite high. S lay down on the bed, draping one leg over his senior's body, of course, through a towel. The senior began a passionate kiss with him, and they switched positions as they kissed. Thank God, finally, the senior was on top of S, her thighs spread wide, facing me. I could clearly see her full, round, snow-white buttocks. I could see her anus in the middle of her buttocks, though not clearly, but I could see some sparse pubic hair near the anus. Then I saw her two full labia minora, slightly drooping but very plump, a vibrant wine-red. Between the labia minora was her pink vulva, glistening with vaginal fluid. Her large labia majora enveloped the labia minora, surrounded by dark pubic hair, which, glistening with vaginal fluid, seemed almost oily. During the kiss, S's hands repeatedly wrapped around the senior's buttocks from behind, then he used his index finger to separate her labia minora. The senior seemed to sway her slender waist and round buttocks with each touch. Then they started playing 69. S was on the bottom, and my senior sister was on top. I watched S passionately and comfortably servicing my senior sister. At first, my senior sister could help S, but later she simply grasped S's penis, closed her eyes tightly, and focused intently on the experience. S was also very diligent, first sucking on her labia majora with his tongue, then her labia minora and clitoris. S separated my senior sister's labia minora and sucked hard on her clitoris, even gently biting it with his teeth through her lips, his tongue constantly probing deep into her vagina. My senior sister had probably already reached orgasm. Because she was really enjoying it so much that she spread her limbs, and later she simply lay on her back with her legs spread apart, letting S suck her hard.

What was very touching was that from the beginning of 69, my senior sister's genitals had been facing me. I watched my penis getting hot and swollen, and I couldn't help but slip one hand inside my underwear and gently stroke the head of my penis a few times to relieve my tension.

Ah, S started pushing his penis into my senior sister's vagina. Now that he couldn't see, he spread his senior sister's legs wide apart, almost like a split. Then I saw her use both hands to part her pubic hair to the sides, and then stroke it a few times, covering her entire vulva with her love juice. Then her labia parted, like a little bird waiting to be fed. S knelt down, stroking his penis twice with one hand, and forcefully pointing the red glans at her hot labia. Then he leaned forward, and I saw his senior sister's body tremble. Then she lifted her legs and lowered them, her hands holding S's neck. S didn't immediately start thrusting, but the two kissed passionately for a few more seconds. During the kiss, S started thrusting. His senior sister must have been enjoying it! I could see that her labia brought out a lot of white love juice when the penis was pulled out, and when the penis entered, this love juice always flowed down her pubic hair, leaving a wet stain on the bed.

S did it about thirty times, then pulled out his penis. Because he pulled it out clumsily, he ejaculated onto his senior's stomach as soon as it came out of her vagina. 555555~~~~ At this moment, his senior reached out and took out a roll of toilet paper and started wiping her genitals. I couldn't see clearly, but I knew she wasn't very gentle with her labia. She used a lot of toilet paper and then the two of them hugged and whispered to each other for a while. His senior went to the bathroom naked.

I almost couldn't stand it anymore, but I still told myself not to masturbate. It was pointless. So I took the binoculars and continued to watch.

After a while, his senior came back. It was strange that her breasts didn't get smaller. And her cheeks were rosy. Could it be that she hadn't had enough? Probably so. With such a sexy figure, she must have an incredibly strong sex drive! ...

Stories in the dormitory (6) Last time I talked about how I spied on S and his girlfriend. I observed them from evening until midnight. Luckily, the dormitory could close very late on weekends, so I was able to get in. Otherwise, I would have ended up sleeping on a bench on the school street. Hehe. Back in the dorm, I could watch football; it was the European Championship, and since lights are usually on on weekends, I was careful not to get too excited and masturbate. But today's experience was definitely exciting. Or more accurately, thrilling.

That skinny guy was still in front of his computer, wearing his increasingly thick glasses, maliciously using QQ to deceive all sorts of girls. Thankfully, he hadn't succeeded yet. Heh, cheers for the girls! If they fell into the hands of someone who claims to be so handsome, they'd be in big trouble. Lately, it seems he's started taking advice from some friends and frequenting adult chat rooms, but he says they're too chaotic, and he's not brave enough to mess with those who are too mature or treat sex like a game. We all nodded. After all, students should act like students; pursuing exciting sex or thrilling experiences should be done with student methods. That's what academics are like.

The scholar, originally a science student, had developed the rigid, formulaic mind typical of science students in high school—a living example of the inflexibility of Chinese education in a sense… Yet, despite ranking among the top ten in his school, he was admitted to a humanities university, which is truly admirable. What's even more amusing is that during the registration period, he naively took out his high school chemistry problems and diligently worked on them; poor thing.

The scholar was a very quiet person, rarely speaking, except when family called, at which point he would blush and chat with them in his local accent. He was the legendary, absolute virgin of the late 20th century—I can guarantee it—because he had never even held a girl's hand; he would even hold his breath when he saw a girl, as if afraid his breath would blow her away.

But, circumstances changed everything.

He frequently visited study rooms, often seeing couples entering and leaving without a care in the world; he often browsed porn sites at the urging of a skinny guy; he often indulged in stories about Beijing brothers (I guess this guy has also learned fancy masturbation techniques); and he often went to see weekend movies with the help of a student from the university…

In 2001, he even participated in the school's English speech contest, and although he didn't make it into the top ten, he was very confident. Later, he ran for president of the student union of SS College, but of course, he didn't succeed, though his return was marked by an extraordinary aura. Later still, he smoothly entered the xx department of the student union and became the vice minister, and of course, there were many girls in this department. This guy had ulterior motives.

The story begins with his contact with F, a member of the student union.

F was considered a beauty. But she was very thin, as if she had been seriously ill. The student was less than 170cm tall, the lean type, with dark skin, a neat parted hairstyle, and black-rimmed glasses, her skin was quite clean. But she was too thin, weighing no more than 120 jin (60kg)…

F often needed to consult with the student because of work. Most of it was about student council planning, publicity, and copywriting. Initially, they met up to chat, but their relationship progressed too quickly (because there are so many girls in liberal arts schools, and so few and of lower quality boys, it's easy for girls to fall into the arms of boys—alas, the tragedy of Chinese education…). So, the academic boldly invited her to his dorm. Since school rules prohibited girls from entering boys' dorms, he needed to find a way to disguise her. This was easy enough: firstly, she was very thin, and her chest wasn't particularly prominent; secondly, she was similar in height to the academic; and thirdly, a short outfit would make things easy. In the spring, she wore casual clothes… Wearing casual clothes, jeans, and sneakers, she was easily spotted walking next to the academic type. It was so easy to blend into the dorm when there were lots of people coming and going after class…

Perhaps it was the first time the academic type had ever had contact with a girl, and she was young and romantic, so it was only natural that sparks flew between them. The first time F came to the dorm, she was able to kiss the academic type (of course, we were there too, but she wasn't completely open). The second time, I was the only one in the dorm besides them, and that scoundrel academic type actually kicked me out and told me to go to the next dorm, damn it.

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Episode 3, Chapter 6: Youth Garden

(Part 1) "Xie Yuan!"

That day happened to be his birthday. F gave him a gift and celebrated his birthday. Everyone knew what the gift was—F himself. Sigh… another virgin is about to disappear… Students' love or sex is always subtle and ambiguous, unlike the overtly explicit relationships between adults.

That day, after 11 pm, I sneaked into our room from the next dorm. They had already started doing it. I could only hear the sounds of kissing and occasional laughter. I guessed the student was drunk that day. Shit, so promiscuous!

I judged the direction of the sound; it was from the lower bunk, which seemed to be my bed! Shit!

Because the student's bed was piled with too many books. Or maybe my bed had a slight fragrance. I'll beat you up tomorrow!

I can't just keep listening to these sounds. Sigh, so frustrating…

The next day, the student was already a man. He happily disguised F and slipped him out of the boys' dorm in the chaos… That

night, when the skinny guy came back, the four of us—me, Hu Xue, and I—knew about the student's affair. The scholar proudly shared his experience, so I had to play the scholar again, imagining and writing it down.

I'm a scholar now, haha. We ate the cake she bought that night, then drank, and we were both very happy. I'm a virgin, but she's no longer one. She doesn't hide it anymore. Because I cherish her love for me (what a load of rubbish). We started by talking about things at school these past few days, then the topic turned to relationships. I seriously asked her what a girl's private parts actually look like (thanks to the alcohol, I had the courage). She covered her mouth and laughed: "You're so silly, you really haven't seen it?" "Really?

But I've seen it on Skinny's computer, but it's only two-dimensional."

"You guys have these things here? "

"Yeah, Skinny looks at them all the time."

(I betrayed Skinny, who then cried out that he was innocent, haha) "Can I take a look?"

"Of course."

I opened the computer; Skinny's stuff was always the roommates' favorite, including over 700MB of pictures! There must be hundreds of thousands of them. It was tough on him, downloading from so many places... There were also tons of RealPlayer-style pornographic sex videos.

F was clearly uninterested in the pictures; the skinny guy had cartoons, photobooks, hardcore, spreak, open, wild, and soon. Those pictures were all absolutely pornographic, and F wouldn't look at them. But she was very interested in the pornographic sex videos.

We sat side-by-side on jeanlove999's bed (damn, it really was on my bed!). We adjusted the skinny guy's laptop to a different angle so we could watch together.

As soon as we started watching, my little brother got hard. I smelled F's body odor, felt her rapid breathing, and her body constantly rubbing against me; I couldn't take it anymore.

F watched intently, but her hands gripped mine tightly. After a while, she rested her head on my shoulder, and we started kissing passionately.

Her lips felt so good. So elastic. I bit her tongue, kissing her as if I wanted to swallow it whole, imagining her tongue was something delicious, biting, licking, and sucking, wanting to devour it. Then came the burning sensation; my penis stood erect. She simply spread her legs and sat on my lap. I could feel that even though she was wearing jeans, her genitals were still very hot. She transferred her saliva into my mouth with her tongue, sucking it like nectar. Unique in this world, so wonderful.

In the glow of the computer screen, I watched her ecstatic face, her brows furrowing occasionally, then shifting to blissful enjoyment. I'm grateful to the skinny guy's computer for teaching me so much about sex. I seized the opportunity to begin caressing her breasts. Although they weren't very full, they were still firm and plump. She was wearing a very tight bra with practically no padding, so my hands could easily grasp her full breasts.

She comfortably swayed her slender waist on my lap, constantly rubbing her vulva against my penis through my pants. So good, ah, a little painful. I'm still a virgin (even this scholar knows pain. Hehe). Actually, student sex is pure and simple, containing an element of love. I hate those boring adult sex games, I even loathe them!

Sex can only be expressed with love. More fully (the whole dorm was buzzing with excitement. Actually, I agree with the scholar's view; only with love do descriptions of sex have meaning, otherwise they're bland and uninteresting). (Let's continue listening to the scholar.) Her eyes looked at me captivatingly, and I, through my glasses, looked at her intently. Suddenly, I felt ridiculous because I looked so immature, wearing glasses even while making love. So I tossed my glasses next to the skinny guy's computer.

Actually, we had a lot of love in our relationship. We talked about our ideals, studied together, chatted; we kissed on the benches on spring nights before heading back to the dorm (there are many benches in the secluded corners of our school. Hehe, this is a good place for everyone); we ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together…

"Alright, stop being so academic, let's get down to business!"

Skinny couldn't take it anymore. I knew he was stroking his own penis, preparing to ejaculate. Heh. Actually, I was also stroking and rubbing my own penis at that time. It's strange how easily I get excited and engorged just by listening to others talk about it. I don't usually masturbate because we all live together in the dorm, and it's embarrassing, unlike Skinny, who tries to hide his feelings by moaning under the covers. Heh.

We just looked at each other like that, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. She closed her eyes... Her eyes, her lips gently close, her breathing quickened, a shy expression on her face. In the screen's reflection, I looked at her hazy face, filled with deep love. I moved my lips closer, and she kissed my upper lip, gently applying her fragrant lipstick (such detailed description, wow)... I was intoxicated, and began to frantically probe her mouth with my tongue, sucking on hers...

My penis began to heat up; I wanted to express my love for her with my passion (this scholar is truly crazy). I started to take off her top, and she began to resist somewhat. Meaning, because she was clinging to me tightly and not moving, I gently pried her hands apart. This time she didn't resist, and soon I unbuttoned her shirt. The tight-fitting shirt accentuated her firm breasts, which were really quite full (perhaps this was the scholar's first time with a woman; breasts were already very arousing for him). Continuing to kiss, I started kissing her earlobes, which, according to her profile, were easily aroused.

Sure enough, her face became even more ecstatic, and she even let out a moan. Then I attacked her neck, which was also very arousing! Sure enough, she couldn't resist. Liao Liao lay down with me in her arms...

Taking advantage of her ecstasy, I began to remove her tight-fitting clothes. She complied without resistance, still lost in her own world. Her breasts were so beautiful, a truly captivating masterpiece. I gently caressed her full breasts through her bra.

Her breasts seemed to tremble slightly. Her eyes were closed, she looked shy, and she seemed so happy.

I started to take off my own clothes, even throwing my underwear aside. I don't understand why I was so impulsive then, but I just wanted to express my boundless love for her.

(“Go to hell, you academic, you're just making excuses.” I couldn't stand it. I took off my underwear—of course, we were under the covers then; May in Beijing is still quite cold.) My penis was hot and hard, the glans completely breaking free of the foreskin. I saw some fluid secreting from my glans. When it rubbed against F's jeans, it hurt a little, but also felt good.

F seemed interested in my glans; she rubbed her jeans against my penis. We continued kissing. I took off her bra from behind. It was actually quite simple, just one hook. Heh. (Damn it, this academic guy actually knows how to take off a woman's bra! And I've never even touched one!)

Her breasts were so full; the bra she was wearing seemed a size too small, and there was no padding or lining whatsoever, so her breasts were clearly visible, bouncing before my eyes. Her nipples were round and cherry-red…

(Ugh, this feeling is the worst. Listening to others talk about sex while I'm stuck in my dorm feeling depressed; what's worse is having to retell it as a scholar! But I should maintain some professionalism, let's continue…

Now I can take off her jeans too. She cooperated quickly, and now she's only wearing white underwear. Students don't have the financial means to buy such expensive underwear, but this ordinary white underwear now has a different meaning.

You can see the underwear is tightly wrapped around her white thighs, which she's pressed tightly together, but a few black pubic hairs, curly, can still be seen around the underwear… She's already secreted a lot of vaginal fluid, making the white underwear semi-transparent. She wasn't wearing a panty liner. ("Scholar, what does a panty liner look like?"

I didn't even know that back then, sigh, how sad. Luckily, the scholar was kind enough to explain.) I couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly ripped her underwear off. She… A beautiful garden appeared! I barely got a good look at its structure before she pulled me down. I guessed she was shy? ("Damn, isn't she no longer a virgin?"

I thought to myself, actually my glans was already starting to secrete some fluid.) We continued kissing, I continued to passionately kiss her lips, her face, her earlobes, her neck... She spread her thighs, and I took the opportunity to place my penis between her parted thighs, feeling the stimulation and friction of her pubic hair, a little painful but very comfortable...

Following the knowledge from the skinny guy's computer, I didn't rush to penetrate, giving her ample caresses, my lips, tongue, and hands constantly roaming over all the sensitive parts of her body. Until she started panting again, moaning...

A few minutes later, her lust surged, she willingly parted her labia, and I couldn't hold back any longer, with a plop, my erect penis entered that tender flesh. Her flow turned into ejaculation...

"Ah... Ah... No... Stop... Ah... Hmm... Almost... Almost there... Ah... Ahhh...

We were perfectly united like that, I was so excited and thrilled! (Of course, but I couldn't take it after only a dozen thrusts. She felt it because my body suddenly stiffened, but she pressed my buttocks down hard, "Shoot it in! Quick..."

Before I could react, my penis suddenly felt like it was being electrocuted, her vagina gripped my penis tightly, rhythmically. ("Damn, I guess the scholar's wife is experienced, she's almost at orgasm during foreplay," I thought as I vigorously stroked my penis, and then made the glans stand up hard.) Using her strength, I thrust in hard. Ah, so good! Ah!... Oh!...

I came, several times, she spread her thighs wide, wrapped them around my buttocks, so good...

(I guess she calculated her menstrual cycle before she was so bold)...

After listening to the scholar's proud self-narration, everyone had their own thoughts. I could only envy him. Sigh, when will my love arrive? Why am I so handsome but I don't have a chance...

Dormitory stories (7) Because I was busy with my studies at the time, I skipped the idea of taking the postgraduate entrance exam. Of course, I couldn't read books in the dormitory after 11 o'clock, which would restrict my freedom. So, I rented a house near the school.

Since I moved to this community in 2001, I have left the collective life. Skinny, scholar, and S, are you all okay? Except for class... Aside from occasional meetings, we can no longer live in the dorm together, and I really miss those brothers. But I have more free time now; I can work out, go online, and even enjoy some fun with friends (alas, nothing like that!).

Frustrated, I often exercise in the neighborhood, running…

The worst part is, I've slowly developed a masturbation habit, sometimes masturbating six or seven times a day… Thankfully, it's not frequent. Because doing it often is bad for your health. When my penis is engorged, I usually wash it with water, and sometimes I continue running.

I'm in good health; I often play soccer and have loved fitness since I was little. Because I'm physically fit, I often produce a lot of semen, probably because exercise makes my body more energetic. I usually like to take off my clothes and admire my penis. I enjoy watching it grow from a small size to a large one; it's very stimulating.

I first look at my body in the mirror; I have a pretty good figure. My skin is smooth, and my muscles are well-defined. (There are photos!) Then I sit in front of the computer and select a few cartoon photos from my files, sometimes even erotic images. When I'm bored, I indulge in a very rich fantasy…

imagining myself kissing a girl… my imagination is very powerful! I would gently kiss her lips, lightly sucking; then I would kiss her face, using my breath and lips to kiss her earlobe; she would definitely feel very comfortable, and then I would kiss her neck… gently tracing her neck with my tongue… while simultaneously gently removing her outer clothing… I took it off, still kissing her.

I thought, I should replace her with you now…

you should only be wearing your underwear. I would gently caress your breasts through your underwear, kiss your neck, and stroke your inner thighs. I would rub my smooth skin against yours repeatedly. Imagine how high your body temperature would be, how fast your heart would race.

We would hold each other tightly, continuing our passionate kisses and rubbing our bodies against each other. My whole body would be warm, while you would still be wearing your underwear…

I would gently caress your breasts with my warm hands, gently pressing my engorged penis against your panties; passionate kisses…

I could gently unhook your bra, but not take it off, instead caressing and kissing around your breasts and cleavage. “Oh… oh… so good…”

I started breathing rapidly. I took off your bra, revealing your breasts. I rubbed my chest against you… I touched your breasts, then suckled your nipples with my saliva; your nipples must be very firm now. I kissed, sucked, swirled, and rubbed your nipples with my tongue…

Then I gently stroked around your breasts with one hand, and stroked the inside of your thighs with the other. My engorged penis was still pressing against your panties… My penis was already very hot, a long, erect shaft in my pubic hair, engorged and swollen, with some veins coiled around it. I masturbated myself a couple of times, pushing the glans out forcefully, “Ah… mmm…”

The glans had changed from pink to red, then swelled and enlarged, and now it was wine red… The pubic hair was curly at the base of my penis…

My attention shifted from my penis.

I continued to caress your body, kiss you, and warm you…

Now I began to kiss your lower abdomen… I continued to caress your breasts and thighs, our skin pressed tightly together, still… We rubbed against each other...

continuing to kiss your lips, earlobes, behind your ears, neck, breasts, lower abdomen, waist...

I began to approach your genitals, gently removing your panties, and we were completely undressed...

I started to lightly touch and sweep your thighs with my tongue, from the outside to the inside, gently parting your thighs...

From the outer side of her labia majora—the cleft between her thighs—I lightly licked from bottom to top down to your hip bone...

repeating... You will feel very itchy and numb, and there will be a sore and tingling sensation near the vaginal opening. I lightly swept my tongue along your white thighs down to below your knees...

kissing back to the groin, and repeating the actions I had just performed. I stirred your senses, letting my tongue fly joyfully... wandering all over your body, on your breasts, lower abdomen, groin, mons pubis, and pubic hair. Slowly, you will feel your legs moving involuntarily, and the area around your vaginal opening will begin to moisten.

At this point, you should take the initiative, baby. Spread your legs apart in a V-shape, ideally with your legs arched back, exposing your entire vulva to me. I'll look at it like a work of art. There's nothing to be shy about; in fact, your initiative at this moment will give me greater motivation and engagement.

Baby, I want to praise your body, praise your beauty…

Now I can continue, continuing to kiss your perineum, labia, and vaginal opening. Your perineum is very sensitive, isn't it? I'll gently lick this area with my wet tongue. (Information suggests that when you kiss your inner thighs, you'll feel a tingling sensation from top to bottom around the vaginal opening; when you kiss your perineum, you'll feel a comfortable, expanding sensation from bottom to top.) I'll then lick upwards from your perineum to your lovely labia. At this point, I believe you'll be overflowing with desire. I love your vaginal fluid; I want to suck and kiss it… (it's freshly secreted, so it won't be dirty)…

I'll use my tongue to pry open your labia majora, take one labia in my mouth, and sweep it around with my tongue, sucking and kissing both sides of the labia, stirring it with my tongue… then switch to the other labia… Finally, I'll turn my body slightly to the side, my lips parallel to your labia, and gently take both labia in my mouth at the same time, sucking them together, using my tongue to insert and withdraw, even sweeping, between the labia. I want to make you feel incredibly good…

I want your sexual arousal to build up repeatedly; I will stimulate you multiple times…

I'll gently bite your labia and then quickly block your vaginal opening with my lips, making you feel a warm and comfortable sensation. Then, I'll gently separate your labia with my thumb, exposing your vaginal opening, and circle my tongue around it, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes pressing my entire lip against it.

At this point, your clitoris begins to swell and become exposed. I will pause briefly, not kissing the vaginal opening, but instead gently teasing your clitoris with the tip of my wet tongue, arousing your sensation from within. Then I will return to kissing your vaginal opening and labia…

I will continue to gently lick upwards from your perineum towards your clitoris, my tongue moving from side to side as it reaches the vaginal opening, parting the labia while continuing to lick upwards, gradually approaching the clitoris. After repeating this several times, I will gently, just lightly sweep and touch your clitoris with the tip of my tongue (my tongue should be moistened with saliva). Now I can concentrate on taking your lovely “pearl.” I move my tongue up to your clitoris and focus. My tongue is very wet; I will use the tip, gently… my tongue will be so moist.

I will gently touch the tip of your clitoris with the tip of my tongue; I will move your clitoris from side to side with my tongue; I will occasionally press your clitoris with my tongue; and when I hold your clitoris in my mouth, I will stir it around with my tongue.

When I feel I can give you an orgasm, I'll take your clitoris into my mouth, pressing my upper lip against the base of your pubic hair above the clitoris, and parting your labia with my lower lip, trying to get as close to the vaginal opening as possible.

I'll then hold your clitoris in my mouth, making you feel like it's floating. While licking your clitoris, I'll also scratch your pubic hair with my hands. You'll feel so good, baby. I'll gently insert my fingers into your vagina and stir them around. I'll reach up and caress your breasts…

The magic of my fantasy has finally worn off. Reality leaves me feeling a bit helpless. The pressure of studying is still there. I'm not a promiscuous person; I'll never solicit prostitutes. I sympathize with those girls, but I dislike their tainted bodies and souls… Should

I find a girlfriend? Maybe, maybe not, I don't know… Maybe it'll be you…

The friends I want to meet here aren't the filthy types in society. Sex isn't just a game; that would lose its essence.

I like pure girls (adult women are fine too). They don't have to be super pretty, but they shouldn't be too ugly either. Of course, the body must be as healthy as mine.

I've shed my former indecisiveness and like who I am now. I'm simple and love standing by the window. I find myself unable to define myself anymore; perhaps I've lost myself? I chuckle to myself.

Since the 1999 college entrance exam, I've experienced too much hardship and sorrow. Sometimes, perhaps I've strayed from my original intentions?

Regarding love—my love seemed destined to die before it even appeared. The beautiful love stories I once fantasized about never played out in my life. The girl I secretly loved for 1644 days never knew my feelings for her; she just smiled and disappeared from my memory forever.

Perhaps I'm just a passerby, suited to temporarily accompany lonely people, and then part ways. It seems that fleeting happiness is what I'm pursuing? I don't know, and I don't want to know anymore.

I'm healthy, I'm happy, I'm quite handsome. I don't want my youth to just be spent growing old alone in books.

Late at night, I couldn't sleep. I asked myself, "Are you a gentleman?"

The answer was, "No! But that doesn't mean I'm a villain. I hate pretentious affectation, I hate people who live behind masks, I hate hypocrisy. Be yourself. I have ideals, I have goals, but I'm not pedantic, I'm not hypocritical..."

Sports, studying, making friends, enriching my life... Actually, even in my happy, youthful years, I might still feel lonely and empty occasionally. Relaxing, comforting myself, I still drift between being a boy and a man.

I'm simple, love, come on, baby.
As I hurried through the campus to check in my package, a familiar voice called out to me. Turning around, I saw a graceful figure in the sunlight. A white dress couldn't hide her long, perfect legs, a black belt cinched her slender waist, and her proud, heaving chest was breathtaking. Her long hair was styled up, but a few strands hung down beside her ears. Perhaps it was the strong afternoon sun, but I believe it was her beauty; I even squinted. Yes, it was Zhang Yan. I used to be her boyfriend.

Zhang Yan was my classmate for four years, and the most dazzling flower in our class and even our department. People say that God maintained a certain balance when creating people; usually, intelligent women are not beautiful, and beautiful women are not intelligent. But Zhang Yan was both beautiful and intelligent, getting excellent grades in every subject and winning the highest scholarship every year. "You are God's oversight,"

I said to her a year ago as she nestled in my arms.

However, beautiful and intelligent women are usually unwilling to be ordinary, and Zhang Yan was no exception. She had long been determined to study abroad, taking the TOEFL and GRE, writing personal statements, and getting recommendation letters from professors, applying step by step with great difficulty. I, on the other hand, had always hoped to be a simple teacher. While she was striving to study abroad, I found a job as a physics teacher at a key high school in my hometown, a medium-sized city in the south.

Our paths diverged, and it was difficult to work together. We argued and quarreled many, many times. I tried to persuade her to stay, and she tried to persuade me to go abroad. We couldn't reach an agreement, and finally, in April, when she received an offer from a good university in the Midwestern United States, we agreed to break up. Before graduation, we were all busy with our own things, and it had been a month since we last saw each other.

"Oh, it's you. How is it? Did you get your visa?"

I suppressed my sadness and asked with a forced smile.

"I got it yesterday, and I've already bought the plane ticket. My flight is on the 12th of this month. Will you come to see me off?"

Her eyes sparkled, making it almost impossible for me to refuse, but the "Of course" that came out was just: "You're only thinking about yourself, you didn't even ask me when I'm going back?"

"Then, Sirry, when are you leaving?"

she asked a little nervously.

"Also on the 12th, my train is at 9:30 in the morning."

I didn't dare say the 11th, because she would definitely say she would come to see me off. No matter who sees whom off, it's the same sad farewell, so it's better to say goodbye easily on campus.

"In other words, no one can see anyone off."

Her gaze dimmed, and she lightly shuffled her feet across the grass. Soon, she bit her lip, raised her head, and said, "Anyway, I wish you all the best, that you become a good teacher and teach fewer bookworms like yourself!"

She then extended her hand.

I reached out and grasped her small, white hand. The soft, delicate feel made my thumb tremble slightly, and it unconsciously brushed against the back of her hand. She shuddered, seemingly unable to contain herself any longer, but seeing that I had no intention of embracing her, she stamped her foot, shook off my hand, and ran away,

leaving me alone to watch her beautiful white figure disappear into the distance. After a long while, I could only sigh and continue carrying my luggage towards the baggage claim station. ********** ...

"You can eat and drink whatever you want in the fridge. I won't share with you in the future. Whoever thinks something is missing can buy it and put it in."

"The phone is the school's. Just dial the last three digits to call within the school. It's a local line, not a long-distance line. You'll need a phone card for long-distance calls. Internet access is quite convenient. The school installed an ADSL connection. The download speed is pretty good, but the upload speed is a bit slow."

"A cleaning lady comes to clean the bathroom every week, so it's always quite clean. I usually shower every two days, anytime is fine, we can agree on a time to avoid it."

"I don't usually cook, so the kitchen is yours. Linlin comes to see me two or three times a week, she'll be here tomorrow afternoon. She always cooks dinner when she comes, you can eat with us too, she's a pretty good cook. Oh, my girlfriend's name is Xu Linlin. We've known each other for a while, we'll get married once we've saved enough money. By the way, do you have a girlfriend?"

After talking for a while, he finally asked me a question, but it wasn't one I really wanted to answer.

"I had one in college, but we broke up after graduation because we were assigned to different jobs."

I brushed it off.

"Hey, with your looks, finding another beautiful girl would be easy! I can ask Linlin to help you find one tomorrow. She works at a foreign company, there are plenty of girls there, and Linlin is probably above average. Of course, I can't tell Linlin this."

"Zhao Feng—"

"Don't call me by my name. I started school late and was always the leader in my dorm, everyone called me Brother Zhao. What should I call you?" "

Just call me Yuanzi. So, Brother Zhao, do you have a picture of your girlfriend? Let me see what you mean by 'above average'."

Zhao Feng meant well, and I took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Here it is."

He took out his wallet, and on the left was a photo. The photo showed a short-haired girl with long, thin eyebrows, big, curved eyes, and a charming smile.

"Brother Zhao, she's a beauty. If she's like this, just find me someone average."

I handed the wallet back to him.

"Her face is pretty good, but she's a bit short, only up to my neck."

"As long as the figure is well-proportioned, height doesn't really matter."

Judging from Xu Linlin's face and shoulders, I figured

she was quite well-proportioned, so I went along with it. "Well-proportioned, quite well-proportioned, with curves in the right places. Hey, what was I saying? It's getting late, Yuanzi, you should get some rest!"

"Okay, Brother Zhao, see you tomorrow." "

Hehe, no need for tomorrow, maybe I'll see her when I go to the bathroom in the middle of the night."

He said as he went back to

his room. I also went back to my room, took out my wallet, and there was a picture of a girl inside. I carefully

examined Zhang Yan's beautiful figure, and memories came flooding back, giving me a headache. I turned over and slowly fell asleep. ********** ...

Just as I looked down for a moment, I heard the clatter of leather shoes. Looking up, I saw a young female teacher, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a smile, bright eyes and white teeth. Her shoulder-length hair was permed slightly upturned, and a well-tailored brown suit suited her, looking both dignified and feminine. Black mid-heel leather sandals and flesh-colored stockings encased her small feet, making her stand out. I quickly stood up and introduced myself: "Hello! My name is Xie Yuan, and I'm the new physics teacher."

She nodded and warmly shook my outstretched hand. "My name is Liang Jia, and I'm also in the physics teaching and research group. I heard that a top university graduate had been assigned here; it turns out it's you."

Liang Jia? That's an interesting name. Just as I was lost in thought, she said, "I don't have any classes this morning. Would you mind if I listened to your class?"

"Of course not! This is my first class, and I hope you'll give me your valuable feedback afterward!"

"You're welcome, no problem at all. I'd like to learn from you,"

Liang Jia said quickly.

Some people, even if you see them often, are hard to be friends with, while others make you feel instantly at ease the moment you meet them, as if you've known them for a long time. Liang Jia gave me that feeling. Working with such a respectable woman would be very pleasant, I thought to myself.

The bell rang, and I walked into the classroom. I saw Liang Jia already sitting at the back, smiling at me from afar and making a V-sign.

This was their first high school physics class. I didn't follow the teacher's suggested approach; instead, I outlined the entirety of high school physics on the blackboard. I told them that physics is roughly divided into force, heat, sound, light, and electricity. We wouldn't delve too much into acoustics, but the others would be covered systematically. The first semester would be entirely mechanics. For a complex mechanics problem, there are three methods to solve it: Newton's three laws, the law of momentum, and the energy theorem. We would learn these methods one by one and understand their connections, applications, conditions, and limitations. As

I explained, I drew on the blackboard, eventually creating a magnificent physics tree. Finally, I told them that physics is a beautiful science, and also a systematic science. We need to study it systematically and frequently review this tree to know where we came from, where we are now, and where we are going—the origin and development.

At the same time, we must note that the soil of this physics tree is mathematics; students must master mathematics to master physics.

While I was lecturing, I noticed Liang Jia taking notes diligently, more attentively than the other students, nodding emphatically from time to time. Just as the bell rang, I casually tossed the last piece of chalk back into the chalk box, dusted my hands, and said, "Class dismissed!"

Liang Jia even led the applause. Clearly, my first lesson was a success.

After class, Liang Jia ran over to shake my hand. "Congratulations, Teacher Xie! You explained it so well! I think you see things from a higher level than I do. I only know how to explain it section by section from the textbook, but with your outline, the whole system is so clear! Really, Teacher Xie, I've never seen anything so clear before!"

She was slightly excited, and my gaze involuntarily drifted to her heaving chest.

Seeing the beautiful woman speak so highly of him naturally pleased him, but he still had to be modest: "Not at all, Professor Liang. When I was in university, I always thought that the first class for students is very important; everything is difficult at the beginning! Also, please don't call me Professor Xie, just call me Yuanzi."

"Yuanzi? What a coincidence, my family calls me Jiazi! Although I've always been against it."

"Liang Jiazi, it's just a kind gesture,"

I said with a smile.

"By the way, who do you live with?"

Liang Jia turned her head and asked, her hair emitting a refreshing fragrance.

"With Brother Zhao."

"Ah, he's a good person, like an older brother. He's always helpful when I need something."

"Yes, I think he's good too. Do you live in the school dormitory too?"

I asked as we walked.

"My dormitory building is right across from yours. My roommate's name is Zhong Yun, she teaches English to graduating classes."

For some reason, her face turned slightly red when she mentioned Zhong Yun.

We chatted as we returned to the office, and she asked me, "Are you hungry? Want to come to my place for lunch? I'll cook?"

"I only have this much time at noon, it's too much trouble to cook for two people, I'm afraid I won't be able to get back to work in the afternoon."

I was telling the truth.

"Then let's just eat at a small restaurant outside, it's on me, consider it a welcome-back meal."

It seemed that Liang Jia had a very good impression of me and insisted on having lunch with me.

"That's too much of a burden, we've only just become financially independent, it's better to save money. I brought some dishes from my parents' place yesterday, if you don't mind, we can heat them up and eat together."

I suggested.

“I didn’t expect you to be so frugal, especially not trying to impress ladies. That’s a rare virtue these days. I wholeheartedly agree, and I’ll also take a look around your dorm.”

Liang Jia said, taking her small handbag from behind the door. “Lead the way!”

The teachers’ single dormitory wasn’t far north of the school; Zhao Feng and I lived on the third floor of unit one.

Upstairs, I opened the door and turned to Liang Jia, saying, “Please…”

But I noticed something was off about her expression. I turned and looked inside and was stunned: clothes were strewn about in the living room from the sofa to Zhao Feng’s room, with a red bra and a red woman’s panties standing out conspicuously among them. We both fell silent for a moment, then we heard heavy breathing from a man and seductive moans coming from Zhao Feng’s room.

(II) I was still in a daze when Liang Jia tugged at my clothes and whispered, "Yuanzi, let's go."

I snapped out of my reverie, quickly and quietly closed the door, and Liang Jia and I ran downstairs as if we were escaping. We were both a little out of breath when we got downstairs. Whether it was from exhaustion or shyness, Liang Jia's face was flushed, her eyes pouting, and she looked incredibly cute. I cleared my throat and said, "Let's find a restaurant. You're the host, what recommendations do you have?"

"There's a Guangweiju near the school gate, the atmosphere is pretty good,"

Liang Jia replied.

We were both rather awkward on the way, and didn't talk much. When we arrived at the restaurant, the waitress led us to a window seat. Liang Jia was probably a little warm from walking, and started to unbutton her suit jacket. As she took off her jacket, I pulled out a chair for her, and when she took off her jacket, I casually caught it and draped it over the back of her chair before sitting down opposite her.

Liang Jia was wearing a white shirt underneath, with a large collar, which made her look exceptionally elegant and poised. As she sat down, she looked at me with a slightly surprised expression and said, "Quite the gentleman, thank you."

"My pleasure,"

I blurted out in English, because Zhang Yan always said "thank you" before we ate together. "What would you like to eat?"

I asked.

"We don't have time to order, let's each have a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, but I have a big appetite, so I'll have to get a big bowl."

So we ordered two bowls of three-delicacy noodles, one large and one small.

When the noodles arrived, Liang Jia still seemed a little awkward, so I had to start a conversation: "Actually, what happened at noon wasn't a big deal. Did you ever eavesdrop on wedding nights when you were little?"

"Eavesdrop on wedding nights?"

"It's when someone gets married, and a bunch of kids would sneak outside the bridal chamber on the wedding night to listen in, and nobody could chase them away. I heard it a few times when I was little, but I don't remember it very well."

I stuck out my tongue and picked up my teacup to drink some water.

“Sigh, I didn’t have that when I was little, but I hear it all the time now.”

I almost spat out my tea. “Wh-wh-what?”

“Zhong Yun often brings her boyfriend home to stay overnight, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.”

Liang Jia was clearly not the type to gossip behind people’s backs, so she must have been very unhappy to say that.

“You’ve never complained to Zhong Yun?”

“I mustered up the courage to bring it up with her once, but she suggested that I find a boyfriend quickly, and I could bring him to the dorm. I haven’t dared to mention it since.”

Liang Jia said, turning the cup in her hand.

I didn’t really want to discuss the topic of boyfriends and girlfriends, so I didn’t respond. After a moment of silence, she spoke up. She said, “Let’s eat. Zhong Yun’s lifestyle is probably more Westernized because she teaches English, but overall she’s a pretty good person. Let’s not talk about her, let’s talk about you. What do you like to do in your spare time?”

“If the weather is nice, I’ll play tennis and go swimming. If the weather is bad, I’ll stay home and read or listen to music.”

The noodles looked good, and I was a little hungry.

“What kind of books do you read?”

Liang Jia asked curiously.

"Novels? My favorite authors are Lu Yao and Eileen Chang."

"I love Eileen Chang too! Her delicate sensibilities, her calm demeanor, her profound cultivation—I don't even know how to describe them, but I love them. Which of her novels do you like best?"

She finally seemed excited, staring at me as she asked.

"You described it very well. My favorite short story is *Lust, Caution*, and my favorite novel is *Eighteen Springs*. Especially *Eighteen Springs*—I finished it in one night; it was a truly poignant and beautiful experience." "

Hmm, I feel the same way!"

She nodded, looking thoughtful.

"So what do you usually do?"

I asked.

"Besides reading, I practice ballet."

"Ballet? That's very elegant. When will you practice again? Can I come and watch?"

I became interested in Liang Jia's hobby.

"Nothing special, just some basic ballet movements to loosen up, stretch your ligaments, and maintain your figure. You can come watch if you don't mind the visual pollution. I'll practice tomorrow night in the school's practice room. I'll call you then; I have your and Zhao Feng's numbers."

After a slight pause, she asked, "You like dancing too?"

"I like watching, but I can't dance. When my classmates and I went clubbing in college, I liked to sit in a corner and watch, especially watching girls with good figures sway to the lights and music. It felt a bit strange."

"Oh, I see. I'll remember that."

By then, we had finished eating. I insisted on paying the bill, and then Liang Jia and I hurried back to school.

********** ... “You and Liang Jia are both here,”

he said. “Linlin is coming over today, let’s get together at my place. Liang Jia, are you coming too?” Liang

Jia and I smiled at each other, and Liang Jia said, “Sure, I’ve heard so much about your cooking, sister-in-law. I can even help you out.”

“You don’t have to do anything, just praise how delicious it is. Six o’clock, don’t be late,”

Zhao Feng said before leaving.

Liang Jia and I finished work at 5:30, discussed buying a bottle of red wine, and then arrived at my dormitory around 6:00. Learning from my lunch experience, I put the key back and knocked on the door instead.

"Zhao Feng! Open the door!"

I could hear a clear voice even through the door.

The door opened a moment later, and Zhao Feng said, "Come in, come in, welcome Liang Jia to my humble abode. Yuanzi, didn't you bring your key?"

"I forgot."

I lied and immediately said, "It smells so good!"

This was true; six dishes, three cold and three hot, were already laid out on the large round table in the living room, all looking very professional. At this moment,

Xu Linlin came out of the kitchen carrying a large soup bowl, placed it on the table, and walked towards me. "You're Yuanzi? I'm Xu Linlin."

I shook hands with Xu Linlin while looking her over. Her short hair was neatly combed, her eyes were bold and bright, her skin was smooth and white, and she wore two sparkling diamond earrings, looking even more capable than in the photo in Zhao Feng's wallet. Standing less than 1.6 meters tall, wearing what was clearly Zhao Feng's oversized t-shirt and a small apron, her curvaceous figure was still evident.

"Brother Zhao, you're so lucky! Look at our sister-in-law, she's truly a woman of both grace and domestic skills,"

I said, turning to Zhao Feng.

"Of course, I've been cultivating for hundreds of years, and finally, we've reached the point of sharing a boat ride and a pillow,"

Zhao Feng readily agreed.

Liang Jia smiled, and Xu Linlin took her arm, saying, "Zhao Feng, why are you so unserious? Let's ignore them and go to the kitchen to get some rice. Zhao Feng, you're punished to take out the trash. Yuanzi, open the wine you brought."

It seemed Xu Linlin was quite adept at leadership; with a single command, everyone went about their tasks.

At the beginning of the meal, Liang Jia and I were a little reserved, but since we were all young and got along well, we quickly started chatting about everything under the sun, creating a very lively atmosphere. The entire dinner lasted for over two hours, and the four of us seemed to have become inseparable friends.

Liang Jia glanced at her watch and whispered in my ear, "I have to go back now, or I might run into Zhong Yun and her boyfriend."

I stood up and said, "It seems quite late, how about we stop here?"

Liang Jia also said, "Thank you so much for your hospitality, Brother Zhao and Sister-in-law. Sister-in-law's cooking is delicious."

Xu Linlin said, "That's good, everyone is very kind, we've finished all the food. We can talk all we want another day. Yuanzi, it's getting dark, why don't you see her off?"

Zhao Feng and Xu Linlin saw us to the door, and when Liang Jia and I went downstairs, the sky was indeed full of stars, and the night air was very cool and pleasant.

"Are you cold?"

I asked her.

"It's alright. It's not a long walk."

She hugged her shoulders and turned to me, saying, "Zhong Yun and I also live on the third floor, and we can see your living room from ours."

"Oh? And your bedroom?..."

"My bedroom window is on the other side, but you can see Zhong Yun's bedroom window. Why are you asking this? Do you have some ulterior motive?"

she asked me with a smile.

"No, no. I was just thinking that if I could see your window, I could see you practicing ballet inside."

That was indeed what I was thinking, because I suddenly remembered Hitchcock's classic suspense film *Rear Window*: "Fool, wouldn't the whole building be able to see you then? I'm here, thanks for seeing me off. Goodnight."

"Goodnight. I guess we'll all be eavesdropping tonight,"

I said.

"Ugh!"

Seeing Liang Jia clench her fist as if to hit me, I quickly ran away.

Back in the dorm, I found Zhao Feng and Xu Linlin still cleaning up the dishes, so I quickly helped wipe the table. Remembering what Liang Jia had said, I looked up at the building across the street and, sure enough, saw the light on in the living room window, with Liang Jia standing in front of it.

I waved to her, and she performed a perfect double somersault on one leg and a bow, after which the window went completely dark, like a curtain being drawn.

After finishing tidying up, I realized I hadn't checked my email for several days, so I borrowed Zhao Feng's computer to check my inbox. One letter stood out prominently among the letters; it was from Zhang Yan: "Yuanzi: May I still call you that? I thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to write to you. After all, even if we can't be lovers, we can still be friends.

This small town I'm in is completely different from Beijing; it's very peaceful and serene. I often see deer roaming in the yard, and countless squirrels. The other day, a squirrel was even climbing a power line in a very dangerous way; I was on the edge of my seat for it. People are very nice, always with a smile on their faces.

Here, my mind is much calmer, and I've thought a lot. You really should come and see for yourself, even if it's just to see the scenery, to see me—perhaps I can no longer ask that.

How are you? Are the students behaving well? Have your ideals been implemented? I really want to hear some news about you. It's not entirely because of my loneliness in a foreign country, but also because I truly don't believe that our past can really be scattered like dandelions, leaving no trace."

"Best, Yan," I stared blankly for a while, wanting to write something, but seeing how late it was, I quickly left and went back to my room.

To my surprise, there were no unusual noises from next door that night, so I quickly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I dreamt I was looking for a toilet everywhere, then I woke up and got up to relieve myself. When I opened the door, I smelled smoke and saw a red dot in the dark living room. It must be Zhao Feng smoking, and to avoid bothering Xu Linlin, he'd come to the living room.

Still half asleep, I groped my way to the bathroom door, too lazy to close it again, turned on the light, and while relieving myself comfortably on the toilet, I said, "Brother Zhao, smoking is bad for your health, and even worse if you want to have a baby. Smoking less will be good for you, your sister-in-law, and my future nephew."

"It's me."

It was a woman's voice!

I was now fully awake. I looked up at the mirror on the bathroom wall and saw Xu Linlin draped in a towel, elegantly holding a cigarette in one hand and propping her head up with the other, smiling at me in the mirror.

(III) I calmed myself down for a moment and decided to play dumb. So I quickly squeezed out the last few drops, flushed the toilet, turned off the light, and pretended nothing had happened, walking straight to my room.

"Stop."

Xu Linlin's tone was gentle, but there was an irresistible quality to it. I had no choice but to stop. "

Sit over here and try to persuade me to quit smoking again."

Xu Linlin patted the sofa and said.

I looked at myself. Although I was only wearing underwear and a t-shirt, the underwear was square and not too revealing. Xu Linlin was also clearly wrapped up tightly in the towel. It didn't seem scary at all, so I walked over to the red dot, plopped down, and said coolly, "The night is long, so you can't sleep either. Give me one too."

Xu Linlin was quite surprised and hesitated for a moment before handing me a cigarette. *Snap* She lit a lighter and handed it to me.

"No need. I just like having a stick-like object in my hand to spin around with. I spin pencils when reading, chalk when lecturing, and now I can only spin cigarettes."

I said, and Xu Linlin giggled. "I knew it."

After a pause, she continued, "I'm a nurse by training, so I should know better than you how bad smoking is for your health, but I'm addicted, there's nothing I can do. Life only has so much fun, and if I restrict myself everywhere, I might as well just die."

"Oh? You were a nurse?"

I asked, imagining Xu Linlin in her nurse's uniform; she must have been very pretty.

“Yeah, I worked as a nurse for two years after graduating from nursing school. I really disliked it. Nursing is a low-status profession; you get bullied by both patients and doctors.”

“Really? I respect nurses a lot. Some people even treat nurses like fans…”

Suddenly realizing she was getting off-topic, she quickly added, “Anyway, I never dare to bully nurses. I always have a smile on my face, afraid they’ll give me a bad injection.”

“If only everyone were like you, but there are always some unreasonable patients and their families. Besides, the relationship between doctors and nurses is too chaotic. I work in surgery, and male surgeons are already in high demand among women. Nurses don’t want to offend doctors, otherwise they’ll make you do a lot of dirty and tiring work. So it’s not surprising that doctors and nurses have affairs.”

She finished speaking and took a heavy drag on her cigarette.

This is the first time I've heard of this. I wonder if Xu Linlin is...

"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I might have had an affair with a doctor too. The truth is, I didn't. There was a doctor surnamed Qiao who kept trying to take advantage of me, but I refused every time. So he kept finding ways to mess with me. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, so I quit."

"And then?"

"Then I spent three months taking computer classes, foreign language classes, and secretarial classes, and then I looked for a job. When I applied to my current company, they looked at my resume and said: You're a nurse? We don't need you. I said, give me one minute to speak, and then you can make a decision."

"What did you say?"

“I said, I applied for the Customer Service department. What is customer service? In my view, it’s understanding customers’ problems and needs, and providing corresponding services to solve these problems and meet these needs.

Yes, I used to be a nurse, but I consider it a very demanding customer service role. I’ve dealt with dying patients, and I can judge their needs through their eyes and gestures.

Some patients not only need technical treatment but also psychological support and guidance. Customer service requires heart, and hearts are interconnected, regardless of the industry. I can handle the complexities of a hospital with ease, and I believe I can do just as well as a good customer service job at your company.

Also, did you know that Wu Shihong was also a nurse? When she applied to IBM, she couldn’t even type, while I can now type two hundred words a minute!”

“Excellent! And then you got the job?”

I felt a surge of admiration for the petite woman smoking in front of me.

"Hmm."

She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray and leaned back comfortably on the sofa. Moonlight streamed in, illuminating her smooth face, beautiful and mysterious. "Tell me about yourself. During our chat at dinner, I felt you were both meticulous and open-minded, and you should have a bright future. What are your plans?"

"To be a principal."

I replied without hesitation.

"How mundane. Seriously, what do you most want to do in the future?"

"To be a principal. I hope to be the principal of a middle school in a poor county for a year."

"Oh?"

Xu Linlin seemed unconvinced, even turning her body to look at me seriously.

"During my time as principal, I will focus on two things: first, boosting morale, and second, improving the school's material

conditions." "The fact that city dwellers are coming to teach is already an encouragement to them. I want to leverage this encouragement, even their superstitious beliefs, to cultivate a positive, persevering spirit. I am confident in my unique insights into education. When I arrive, I will not only bring them the perspectives of city people, but also scientific teaching and learning philosophies. I will not only teach students, but also train teachers."

"Materially, I will utilize all available resources to secure funding and improve the school's facilities. I will treat running the school like a product marketing campaign. For example, I will first seek media coverage to publicize the exemplary deeds of someone from our school, which will also increase the school's visibility. Then I will seek charitable sponsorships, such as approaching you, Mr. Xu, as your sponsorship of the school will greatly enhance your corporate image."

“I definitely advocate sponsoring you,”

Xu Linlin said without hesitation. “Your idea is good, but why do you want to do it? Can you endure the hardship?”

I stopped turning my cigarette, looked out the window, and slowly said, “This is a restless society, a society where few people take responsibility. My conscience tells me that I should do something for society and for history. The thirst for knowledge in impoverished areas is like dry grass; if I can be the spark that ignites it, it will surely set off a raging fire. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. It will also have many benefits for myself. From then on, I will have a very good public image, and I will have more support when I do things. As for difficulties, I think with your company’s strong support, my life won’t be too difficult.”

Xu Linlin rested her head on her hands, listening very attentively. After I finished speaking, she sighed and said, “Yuanzi, I’m really touched.”

“Hehe, this topic is too formal and too heavy, it’s a shame to waste such a beautiful time. Let’s talk about something lighter, what do you like to do most?”

“Make bets,”

Xu Linlin laughed, lighting another cigarette.

"So you're a gambler. I'm not like you; I only do things when I'm sure of success."

"Not necessarily. Sometimes things you think you're sure of can turn out unexpectedly. Don't believe me? Let's make a bet. The game and the stakes will be decided by both of us, how about it?"

"You came fast."

I was intrigued. "But I'm afraid I can't afford the bet. I just started working, I don't have any savings..."

"I won't gamble with you. How about this: we bet on each other's twenty-four hours. Whoever loses has to be at the winner's beck and call for twenty-four hours, doing whatever the winner tells them to do. Simply put, you can think of the loser as the winner's twenty-four-hour slave."

"You have such a vivid imagination. I suggest slave owners shouldn't demand slaves do anything too outrageous, like ordering them to commit suicide or surrendering all their property."

"What? What's the fun in a dead slave? I don't even care about your little bit of property. Stop whining, are you in or not?"

Xu Linlin was a little impatient, looking at me defiantly.

"Let's bet!"

Since betting requires two people to discuss it, there's nothing scary about it. "What are we betting on?"

"How old am I,"

Xu Linlin immediately said.

"That's a bit vague. Who knows how old you are or how big a certain part of your body is?"

"You're a smart young man. How about I bet on how many fingers I have?"

Xu Linlin put her hands behind her back.

"I've also read 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.' What if you cut off a finger like that old monk?" "

Am I that perverted?"

Her eyes darted around. "Then we'll bet on the color of my underwear."

I was taken aback, then immediately became happy. She didn't know I had already seen her underwear scattered on the floor at noon, so I simply said, "Let's bet on that!"

Xu Linlin said, "Okay, then what color do you think it is?"

“Based on your personality,”

I said, feigning a hint, “I think it’s red.”

Xu Linlin’s small mouth opened slightly, her breathing quickening a little, seemingly surprised. I, on the other hand, gave her a victor’s smile, waiting for her to concede.

Suddenly, a noise came from Zhao Feng’s room, startling us both. Xu Linlin reacted quickly, whispering, “Lie down.”

Without another word, she pressed my head onto her lap, then pulled up her blanket to cover me .

Zhao Feng opened the door, turned, and went into the bathroom, immediately followed by the sound of running water, clearly audible in the quiet night.

At that moment, my face was pressed against Xu Linlin’s legs under the blanket. Her legs were full, warm, and very comfortable to rest on. I could feel her legs trembling slightly. A faint fragrance emanated from between her legs, powerfully stimulating my nerves and making my blood boil. My breath was clearly also stimulating her legs; she couldn’t help but gently twist her body, her thighs rubbing against my face.

A moment later, the sound of water stopped, and Zhao Feng's voice came: "Linlin, finish your pumping and go to sleep."

Then silence returned.

Xu Linlin lowered her head and whispered in my ear, "You're so confident, aren't you?"

I nodded on her lap.

Xu Linlin stopped talking, but instead held my head and thrust her abdomen forward. My nose clearly touched a patch of hair. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Xu Linlin gently pushed me away, stood up, and giggled, "I told you, things you think you're so confident about often turn out unexpectedly. Remember, you owe me twenty-four hours."

With that, she turned and went into Zhao Feng's room, leaving me alone on the sofa, lost in thought.

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