Two years of school spying

Chapter One: A Sudden Rise of Disloyalty

"Ding ding ding ding... ding ding ding ding..." The school bell rang, unchanged from high school to university.
Perhaps the only thing that changed was my ever-increasing age. Passing by my old high school by chance,
scenes from over three years ago came vividly to life before me. The story begins like this...

In the autumn of 1995, I was just an ordinary student, a freshman in my second year of high school
, attending a fairly good public high school in Taiwan. Before the craft class teacher announced the assignment for the semester, I
was no different from any other high school student: average grades, average height, average build.

It all started with the craft class assignment: paper crafts.

"So tiring..." I turned off the air conditioning in the school history room, locked the door, and left. To complete the assigned paper craft project for our craft class
, many students simply made a paper sculpture and called it a day. But then
a brilliant idea struck me, and I borrowed the key to the school history room from the principal's secretary (don't doubt it,
I was very nervous the first time I borrowed it).

From the second week of school, I
spent the school history room, using the air conditioning to cool off while
working on a miniature paper model of the school. Yes, my project was to make a scaled-down paper model of the school.

A month passed quickly, and my initial anxiety began to ease.
The hour I spent working each day gradually decreased. Since my work time coincided with 12:00-1:00,
12:00-12:30 was lunchtime for the students, and 12:30-1:00
was nap time. In our school, students are not allowed to leave the classroom during nap time except to use the restroom. However, I
used the seemingly legitimate excuse of "doing homework" to wander around the school during this time.
And that's where my strange experience began…

One noon, as usual, after turning on the air conditioning in the school history room, I headed towards the school's "rooftop." Because
our school's design is quite unique, only the second and third floors of the administration building, where the history room is located
, are connected to the student building. The so-called "rooftop" is the top floor of the administration building.

Reaching the fifth floor, I inadvertently brushed past a female teacher, who then went to the women's
restroom . Perhaps it was a sudden idea, but I quietly crouched down at the restroom entrance and peered inside. The toilet
stalls in the school restroom had a gap of about 6 or 7 centimeters between them and the ground. There, I saw something I had never seen before.

With the sound of clothes being removed, a mature woman's genitals appeared through a gap of six or seven centimeters.
She wore high heels, and the slightly distorted curves of her calves from squatting were incredibly stimulating for an inexperienced boy
. But what followed was even more stimulating: a stream of water flowed from between her legs through the black pubic hair,
the sound of it splashing onto the toilet bowl clearly audible. This continued for about ten seconds, as she gently wiped her
genitals and wet buttocks with toilet paper.

Shortly after I quickly escaped to the adjacent men's restroom, the female teacher emerged from the women's restroom with the click-clack of her high heels
.

I was bewitched. From then on, almost every noon, after spending a short time in the school history room, I would, as if possessed,
head towards the vicinity of the women's restroom. My spying location changed from the fifth floor of the administration building to
the women's restroom connected to the student building and administration building. Since only the second and third floors were connected, female students could only
come , making it less crowded and less likely to be discovered. And I, usually, waited in the women's restroom stalls on the 3rd or 4th floor ,
waiting for one dazzling 　　, golden 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　scene after 　　another .

===
... 　　Because the girls' restroom I frequented happened to be the second closest to my own classroom, it was never easy to spy on the girls in my class using the restroom. To achieve this, one evening during a self-study period at school, I secretly took my tools to the girls' restroom closest to my classroom and, taking advantage of the quiet of the night, removed all the locks from the stall doors. This way, even if the school sent a janitor to repair it, given the school's slow pace, it would take at least two or three days to fix it. The girls in my class would then have to run to the more distant girls' restroom, which was my hideout, to take care of their urgent business. At that time, I could take advantage of the situation ... 　　Finally, the next morning, a "Under Repair, Do Not Enter" sign was posted on the door of the girls' restroom closest to my classroom. I was incredibly excited that day! As soon as the noon bell rang, I couldn't wait to rush to the trap I had set. After making sure no one was around, I secretly sneaked into one of the middle stalls. As a group of footsteps approached, accompanied by the chatter of the female students, I mentally shouted: Success! 　　Two girls entered the cubicles in front of and behind me. I was naturally prepared. Looking , I could tell from the girls' voices and the style of their shoes that the girl in front of me was Xin Yi, the fiery one from our class! This girl, relying on her English skills, which were on par with mine, always competed with me for first or second place in English class. She always spoke with a sharp tongue, but despite that, she was undeniably pretty. Looking at her "lower body ," her labia minora were quite nice, peeking out slightly from between her labia majora. 　　True to her fiery reputation, as soon as she squatted down, a powerful stream of urine shot out from between her legs , making the entire toilet rattle, all while she chatted loudly with the students outside. Soon, Xin Yi's urination was complete.

It was over, clean and efficient, but it seemed like she hadn't brought any toilet paper? I only saw Xinyi reach her right hand to her vulva,
rub her clitoris with her fingers, then put on her underwear and skirt and walked out.

Taking advantage of the break between the stalls, I turned around and looked down at the stall behind me. From
the side of the toilet seat, I could clearly see a rather pretty pink pair of underwear hanging between her legs. Who was it? Later, from the girls
' conversation, I learned that it was actually
Xiao Lan, the one who was recognized as the "most handsome girl" in the class and one of the few who could actually compete with the boys in sports (I didn't mistype, Xiao Lan is what the boys called her).

Xiao Lan, who was always so cool and stylish, was actually wearing such sexy underwear? You really can't judge a book by its cover. Xiao
Lan's pubic hair was quite sparse, lightly covering her vulva, and I could directly see
the flow of fluid coming out from between her labia. It wasn't fast, but the amount was quite large, constantly gushing out from the gap, flowing down her buttocks,
and then dripping down again. I could hear Xiao Lan sigh softly. This Xiao Lan
was completely different from the cheerful and outgoing persona we boys usually saw; she had a very feminine air about her. After quite a while, Xiao Lan finally finished urinating and
carefully wiped herself twice with toilet paper. Mmm! I like it! Many women are actually quite
casual about using the toilet, quite different from their outwardly glamorous appearance. But Xiao Lan, who was always considered tomboyish, was
quite .

After Xiao Lan, the person who entered the stall behind me wasn't a classmate, but a girl from the next class.
However, I recognized her quite well; she was Xiao Hui, my good friend Joseph's girlfriend. Joseph said they had been dating
for six months and hadn't even kissed. And now I was less than a meter from Xiao Hui's bare vulva,
watching her most private moment. If Joseph found out, I wonder if I'd get a beating…

But it's precisely because it allows direct access to a woman's most private life that voyeurism has such a powerful allure
, captivating many people. Naturally, I was one of those who fell for it.

Xiao Hui often comes to this restroom, so I recognize her movements immediately. She quickly pulls down her underwear, squats
quite a distance from the toilet seat, and urinates for less than 10 seconds. Xiao Hui's most obvious habit is that she
only urinates at lunchtime, so she doesn't use toilet paper. Instead, she shakes her bottom up and down to shake off the urine
attached to her genitals. Then she puts on her underwear and skirt, flushes, opens the door, and goes out. Xiao Hui
occupies a significant place in my later adventures, but I'll tell you the details later.

The last female classmate I saw today was Pei Lin, one of the two class beauties. Although she
is indeed quite pretty, compared to the other class beauty, Pei Lin is the quiet type, and her family seems to be very
strict. So, for us boys, she's the "only to be admired from afar" type. Today, I actually had
a great opportunity to "see her up close." Although I couldn't play with her, this was still incredibly lucky.

Perrin entered the cubicle in front of mine, so I could clearly see her pretty little bottom.
As she urinated, a few drops of bright red fluid dripped down; it turned out she was menstruating. I
don't have a particular fondness for women's vulvas during menstruation, but what happened next surprised me. Perrin was using
a tampon, and this was the first time I'd ever seen a tampon inserted into a woman's vagina.

A thin white thread peeked out from Perrin's vulva, hanging outside. To change
the tampon, Perrin carefully parted her labia minora into an "O" shape with two fingers of her left hand (it wasn't very clear from behind
), slowly pulling the used tampon out and inserting a new one. Honestly,
a tampon is so childish compared to a man's penis, but it seemed to feel quite good inside; I could hear
Perrin breathing heavily.

In the end, it took the school janitor a whole week to repair all the girls' restroom door locks I had removed and discarded.
Naturally, this week was a "special meal time," as there were quite a few girls from my class who came here, which gave me 　　a real feast for the eyes. However , this 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　trick can only be used once. 　　Looking back,
why didn't I bring my V8 to record it? What a mistake! === ... Of course, the downside of learning this skill is that if you know the shoe owner isn't exactly attractive, the thrill is immediately reduced; but if you know the shoe owner is a beautiful woman, the thrill is multiplied! 　　At 12:15 PM, I was once again "waiting" in my usual spot. After several relatively ordinary scenes, it was already 12:30 PM. From now until 1 PM is the school's designated nap time, so unless someone urgently needs to pee, no one will come to the toilet. But this is a good opportunity; fewer people means it's safer. 　　At 12:35 PM, with the sound of footsteps, I knew I had another target to peep on. White sneakers with blue soles—yes, it's Airi from the next class. I have some close friends in that class, so I know Airi somewhat indirectly, but only vaguely. 　　After she entered the stall in front of me, I expertly peeked through the crack under the stall, ready to watch the show . Having probably held it in for quite a while, Airi's urine slammed powerfully against the toilet bowl, making a loud noise. The urination lasted quite a while before finally stopping. But instead of simply wiping herself and leaving, Airi reached between her legs and began rubbing her labia. 　　At first, I thought she was just wiping herself with her hand because she didn't have any toilet paper, but as Airi continued to play with her vulva for a considerable time, and her breathing became heavy, it suddenly dawned on me: Airi was masturbating ! 　　I saw her right hand moving faster and faster, constantly rubbing her labia majora and minora from side to side, but she didn't insert her fingers into her vagina. This was the first time in three months that I had seen a female student masturbating in the school toilet; you can imagine how shocking it was for me!

Airi seemed unsatisfied. Masturbating in this squatting position required using her left hand to support her body and prevent
falling, leaving only her right hand free. Airi simply turned around, sitting on the squat toilet so
she could use both hands, thus facing my gaze while masturbating!

With her legs wide open, Airi reached her vulva with both hands, constantly playing with her labia. Because she
was facing me, I could clearly see Airi's labia minora swelling and beginning to protrude
beyond her labia majora, and clear fluid began to appear on her hands.

As time passed, Airi seemed close to orgasm, moving from sitting on the toilet seat to kneeling on the ground,
rubbing her vulva more intensely, then slowly parting her labia minora to play with her clitoris, commonly known as the "bean."
Having spied on her so many times, this was the first time I had ever seen a swollen, engorged clitoris; the sight was indescribably lewd
, and it made my blood boil.

Finally, after a heavy sigh, Airi's hand stopped. She must have reached her climax, along with
me.

Suddenly, Airi's face appeared before me, looking at me from across the way—through the crack. My body
froze instantly, as did Airi's. We stood there, our eyes locked, for a long time. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind
, the biggest being: "What do I do? What do I do?" If she reported me, I was finished.

For me, that was the longest minute.

Airi acted first, quickly putting on her clothes and leaving the stall. I remained rooted to the spot,
unsure what to do. Hearing her footsteps, I hurriedly pulled up my pants, only to find her stopping
outside my stall.

"Open the door," she said.

There was no escaping it now. I steeled myself and unlocked the door, facing Airi. We remained locked in this awkward silence
for a while. I felt as if the air itself had frozen, my whole body chilled. The thought of being caught sent
shivers down my spine.

"So it was you." Airi recognized me. "I was wondering why anyone would take
so ." Airi's tone wasn't like someone terrified of being seen in embarrassing situations, as portrayed in stories; instead, it
was stern and threatening. I felt like I'd fallen into the nineteenth level of hell, frozen in place,
unable to utter .

"Come find me after school. I'll take you to see the drill instructor. You don't want things to escalate, do you?"

"I..."

"Or do you want me to yell and call everyone over now?"

"...I understand."

After Airi left, I quickly returned to the classroom. For the next four hours, I felt like
a lamb to the slaughter. I didn't hear a word the teachers or classmates were saying, terrified that the school's loudspeaker would suddenly call me to the drill instructor's office
. My image at school was pretty good, my grades were good enough for university, and my family always considered me a
well-behaved, obedient child. If I were exposed... I didn't dare think any further.

What was bound to happen, happened. At four o'clock sharp, the school bell rang, and my steps as I walked out of the classroom felt as
heavy as if I were going to my execution. In the empty classroom next door, only Airi sat expressionlessly in her
seat, like an executioner.

Chapter Four: Calculated Every

Thing I followed Airi cautiously, not daring to utter a sound. All I could think about was how to explain it to my family
. Since Airi chose to go to the instructor's office after school, at least it shouldn't be announced at school. But being notified to
my parents was inevitable, so naturally my steps were a little unsteady.

Gradually, I realized that something seemed wrong. Airi wasn't heading towards the instructor's office! Instead, she went to
the arts building on the other side, all the way to the fifth floor, the most secluded corner of the entire school.

"Go in," Airi pointed to the girls' restroom next to her.

"You…" I didn't understand what Airi was talking about.

"Are you going in yourself or do I have to scream?"

Reluctantly, I went in myself. It wasn't until Airi pushed me into a stall in the women's restroom that I
realized things weren't as they seemed.

"You, masturbate in front of me."

I could hardly believe these words came from a girl's mouth, at least not in this situation
.

"Hurry up!"

Before I could even react, Airi's hand was already on my belt. Then it dawned on me
—she was going to use me for her own purposes! Without further ado, in a moment of self-destructive resignation, I pulled out
my penis and started rubbing it.

Seeing me finally begin to move, Airi's eyes gleamed with excitement, and her right hand began to wander
, reaching under her skirt. And so, two people who had practically only met once
were masturbating in this cramped women's restroom stall, watching each other.

"Ah...ah!" Finally, I reached the peak of my excitement, ejaculating my semen onto
the tiled wall beside me.

Seeing that I had finally ejaculated, Airi's face flushed even more. She pulled me closer with her left hand, and
the two of pressed tightly together. Although I had just reached my climax, her slightly warm body still gave me a great
shock. I couldn't help but hug Airi tightly and roughly took her lips. The response I received was Airi's
even more intense panting.

"Ugh... Ugh!" Airi's body trembled more violently. After a moment of stiffness, Airi
went limp and fell onto me, breathing slowly.

"You..." I couldn't think of anything to say next. Perhaps, right now, not speaking was the best option.

After a brief moment of relaxation, Airi pulled away from me and lifted her skirt in front of me. She took off
her underwear, squatted down, and started urinating facing me. Stimulated by this intense scene, my crotch
began to stir again.

"Lick it clean for me..." Airi stood up after urinating, looking at
me squatting in front of her with a strange smile, and brought her vulva closer to me.

Like being possessed, involuntarily, I brought my mouth to Airi's genitals, radiating an aura completely different from a man's.
A vulva with a different, slightly sour taste. I gently licked the bright red flesh with my tongue.
Airi sighed softly, pressing her vulva closer to my face.

After carefully licking it, I pulled Airi down to sit, letting her straddle my lap, so we could both enjoy
the afterglow of our orgasm.

"You are..." I couldn't help but ask.

"How was it? How did it feel to see it directly?" Airi asked me with a slightly eerie smile. "As long as
you don't tell anyone, I won't tell anyone either, how about that?"

"...You deliberately lied to me, saying you were going to see the instructor?"

"If I hadn't said that, how could I have tricked you into coming here?"

"You...you lewd woman."

"Yeah...you can't be fooled by appearances!"

Ignoring my feelings, Airi giggled as she unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time,
pecking at my chest like a little bird, making low, somewhat lewd sounds.

"Mmm...it feels so good...Airi..."

Hearing my thoughts, Airi's lips moved even faster, showering my chest with kisses.
In response, I reached for Airi's not-so-small breasts. Since Airi is almost the same height as me,
I hadn't usually noticed how impressive her breasts were. But now, after unhooking her bra and touching them, I realized that Airi's breasts
were actually quite large, easily creating a cleavage. And so, we played with each other's bodies.

"Mmm...touch here..."

Airi freed one hand and guided my right hand to her pubic hair below, trying to stroke
the cleft between her labia with my hand. In sync with her movements, I gently swept my index and middle fingers back and forth along the cleft.

"Ah...it feels so good...so comfortable..." Attracted, Airi leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered
.

I continued to stroke, but still didn't dare to try inserting my fingers. After all, this was the first time…

Airi stiffened again on me. As the movement stopped, I could feel
some sticky fluid on my fingers. “This is vaginal fluid…” It wasn’t like the vaginal fluid in the novels I’d read or the computer games I’d played
, where it would leak out like urine. Instead, it was a sticky, slightly cloudy fluid
…

By the time we got dressed and left the girls’ restroom stall, it was almost dark, and it was almost
time for evening self-study. If we didn’t go downstairs soon, we’d be locked up on the second floor or higher until 8 PM (the school
restricts entry and exit during evening self-study). It seemed I wouldn’t be in the mood to study at school today.

“…Want to go somewhere?” I asked Airi, who was fixing her hair in front of the mirror,
looking quite happy. I really didn’t understand.

“Yeah, I’m going shopping. Let’s go together.”

Walking with a girl in a busy area wasn’t the first time, but
shopping with this girl with whom I had a strange relationship was a first. To be honest, I didn’t feel like I was shopping at all, constantly replaying
what had just happened in my mind.

"Hey, how about we go to that ramen shop?" Airi seemed relaxed and nonchalant,
pulling me into the ramen shop.

"Take me home."

I checked my watch; it had been a while since evening self-study ended. When we got back to the school gate
, Airi "generously" got on the back of my scooter and waved to me, clearly insisting on taking me home
.

Because I don't have a driver's license, I usually only take familiar routes when riding my scooter, and taking Airi home was
surprisingly far, in a completely different direction from my house, on a hillside on the edge of the city.

"You live here?" I pointed to one of the row of upscale villas in the alleyway.

"No, my sister and I live in the one at the very end."

Airi gestured to the house at the very end of the alley, about four stories high. Apparently, Airi has an
older sister who is currently in university, and to receive a better education in the city, her sister brought Airi along to this
larger metropolis.

"Well then, see you tomorrow." Airi said to me with a slightly sly smile, and gave me a quick
kiss on the cheek.

"After tomorrow... there's still a long time." After whispering in my ear, Airi
slowly disappeared into the dim light of the alley, her long hair swaying in the breeze.

===
...

But as soon as the noon bell rang, I seemed to transform into a different person. To avoid
being seen by others in my transformed state, I hurriedly ran to the place I had arranged to meet Airi, and then lightly knocked on the plastic door of the agreed-upon cubicle with a specific knocking sound, "
knock , knock, knock." Waiting for me inside was Airi, already transformed.
After closing the door, the small cubicle was left with only two wild beasts, two
wild beasts united purely for the pleasure of intercourse, constantly demanding more pleasure from each other's bodies.

"...What excuse do you use to sneak out every day?"

It was another noon, just after making love, and we were both lying in the cubicle. Although it was December, winter,
due to the intense activity, all we had left were our shoes and socks. In
the relaxation after the climax, Airi pressed me about how I managed to sneak out every noon.

"Actually, I didn't originally come out at noon to..."

Although we were already quite familiar, and Airi knew I came out to "peep," it was still a bit much to say in front of others.
The word "voyeur" still felt a little strange.

"Oh? So it's for...?"

Faced with Airi's question, I was pondering whether I should tell her about the school history room. It wasn't
because the work in the school history room was anything special, but because it represented my "real life."
Taking Airi there might mean that I not only wanted Airi to occupy my dark side, but also to enter
another world of mine. Was that a good idea? I kept calculating in my mind.

"It's because of my craft project in the school history room. I'm doing it during my lunch break."

"...What kind of craft project is it?"

"Actually, it's nothing special... Do you want to go see it?"

On the way to the school history room with Airi, I kept telling myself, "There won't be any problems.
I'm just taking her to my workplace." After all, neither of us would easily break our secret relationship
.

"This is the school history room. Not many people know that the school has a place like this."

I unlocked the door of the school history room and introduced the spacious space of about 20 pings to Airi. Indeed,
compared to the school history museum of a university, which is a symbol of the school's history,
the school history room is completely neglected by parents of high schools like ours that focus on college entrance exams.
Before I started working in the school history room, the glass of the trophy display case was covered with a thin layer of dust. After I started working, this place has almost
become my personal studio at school. I brought a set of computers and printers that I had just replaced from home
and placed them in the corner. The glass display case full of various certificates is piled with the white glue and huge cardboard I use for work. The wall display case with the rankings and various competition trophies
that senior students have worked hard to obtain is now covered with
small notebooks that I use to jot down information. This is now my private workspace.

The most prominent feature in the entire school history room is the enormous display stand in the center, showcasing
a 1/200 scale model of the school. My goal is to perfectly replicate this model. However, due to neglected work
, progress is extremely slow. A one-meter-long ruler sits at the school entrance,
a set square and compass are on the roof of the teaching building, and rolls of full-size design drawings are haphazardly piled on the school playground. Since the
model isn't protected by a glass case, I can directly touch every part of it.

"Wow, it's huge!"

Airi, who was unfamiliar with such a room in the school, curiously looked around
, naturally finding the model in the very center the most captivating.

"Yay~~ This is so cute!" Airi played with the fake tree at the school gate, then looked into the building through the opaque window
. "But all the windows here are sealed. Won't you get hot working here?"

To Airi's question, I pointed to the row of controls next to the light switch by the entrance. "Although
few people come here, it's the school history room after all, so there's air conditioning."

"Wow...that's great! Even the student classrooms don't have air conditioning, but this place does..."

"How about it, not bad, right?"

"You dare say that? You didn't tell me about this great place sooner~~ Okay, it's decided, you'll
wait for me here tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"That's it. It's almost one o'clock, let's go back!"

Without asking any questions, Airi decided tomorrow's "itinerary" and ran off, leaving
me dumbfounded.

Chapter Six: The School History Room

"Click, click, click"

This was the secret code Airi and I agreed on; we had to make sure the other was actually in the room before entering.
Because of Airi's capricious request yesterday, our meeting at noon today was changed to the school history room. Although
no one else besides the principal's secretary and me had a key to the school history room, for security reasons, I still told Airi we
'd use a code to enter.

Since Airi was coming to visit the school history room, it seemed my heightened libido had nowhere to go. I turned on
the air conditioning system, trying to cool down the still humid and hot air, even though it was December, and my burning
libido.

"Click, click, click,"

the familiar code sounded from outside the heavy door. It was Airi. Before I could even fully open the door, Airi
had already eagerly squeezed in.

"It's so cool..." Airi kept lifting her collar, enjoying the rare cool air at school
, and wandered around the room, rummaging through things like a child.

"Hehe, it's such a waste that you're the only one using this place... Why didn't you tell me sooner..."

"I am..."

"Is there something shameful hidden here...?"

"N-nothing!"

"It must be something erotic...hehe..." Airi chuckled wickedly as she continued rummaging through my mountain of
belongings.

Actually, I didn't really have anything I was ashamed to show. The only thing I was afraid to reveal was this
little devil moving around in the room. Luckily, there was a boy in my class who had a crush on Airi...

"Wow, this model even has the entrance to the basement in the courtyard!" Airi climbed onto the playground of the school model
and carefully examined the blind spots of the school model from the other side. The way she was lying on the platform with her back to me
was really... The desire that had just subsided a little rose again.

"You..." Noticing my gaze, Airi turned around, climbed to the edge of the display stand, and suddenly
hugged me as I stood by the stand.

My desire was instantly ignited. I turned around and pressed Airi against the display stand,
kissing her forcefully without any regard for anything else.

"Hehe... Shall we do it on the 'playground'?" Airi
said to me jokingly as she unbuttoned her shirt.

I, of course, wasn't going to be outdone, so I quickly took off my shirt and buried my face in Airi's neck: "The more I look at her, the more beautiful she becomes
... Airi's body..."

"Ah... so good... just like that..."

Airi's neck and ears were quite sensitive; every time I lightly bit her ear, I always received a passionate response.
In response, I turned Airi around so she sat on the table with her back against me. I reached behind her and gently massaged
her two full breasts.

"Ah..."

Without saying much, Airi wrapped her arms around my neck, revealing a few sparse armpit hairs. Naturally,
I leaned in and licked them. I hadn't expected that this could give a woman pleasure. With each movement, Airi's breathing
grew heavier, and my hand began to reach for my ultimate target under her skirt.

Although I hadn't taken off her skirt or panties, my hand was already inside Airi's panties, searching for the soft
, moist cleft. To accommodate my movements, Airi bent her legs, making it easier for me to find that spot.

"Mmm...take it off...take it off..."

As if giving instructions, Airi arched her body to let me take off her panties. I threw the panties aside
, and they magically shrank into a ball. Because her skirt had been lifted up, I could clearly
see that her two tender labia were already flushed. I gently touched them with my fingers and could feel that they were a little
wet . I continued to play with her labia from the outside, occasionally lifting them and touching her swollen clitoris.

"Hurry up..."

"Hmm?"

"Fingers..."

"How about fingers?"

"Insert them..."

"Here?"

I inserted my middle finger slightly into her vagina, pointing it at her half-open labia. Airi's vagina swallowed my finger
effortlessly and held it tightly.

"Into...a little more..." Airi said softly with a slightly hazy look in my eyes,
her vaginal opening boldly welcoming my finger. At this moment, I suddenly bent my middle finger, which was completely embedded in her vagina.

"Ah! Like this, like this..." Airi cried
out again as her vagina was suddenly stretched open. "Wait, wait a minute, I need to pee..."

Perhaps because she hadn't gone to the toilet that morning, Airi tried to put on her shirt and go to the toilet next to the school history room to relieve
herself. At that moment, I had a sudden idea. I reached behind her and put my arms under her knees, lifting her up with her back to
me.

"Ugh...you..." Airi, unable to break free in this position, let out
a weak protest.

I ignored her protest and carried her to a corner of the room. Using the method of carrying a child to the toilet
, I positioned her facing a drain in the corner. "You'll pee here...make sure you aim correctly!" I
whispered in Airi's ear from behind, straddling her thighs on my knees as I squatted down, preventing her
from closing her legs, and began to slowly rub Airi's vulva and the area around her urethra.

"Ah...like this...I don't want to..."

"It's okay...I'll clean it up for you if you get it dirty..." I whispered encouraging
Airi in her ear, while increasing the speed of my hand, constantly rubbing her urethra.

"No...no..."

Caught between the pleasure of urinating and the shame of the stimulation, two streams of tears flowed down Airi's face. She kept
shaking her head , but she didn't struggle with all her might.

"It's coming out...it's coming out..."

"Hmm...let it out...it feels so good..."

"It's coming out...it's coming out! Ah!" With a low moan, a stream of urine shot out rapidly from between Airi's spread labia
, drawing a beautiful arc as it landed on the ground, making a rather obscene sound and leaving
a trail on the ground. Airi arched her whole body, as if using all her strength, while I helped her adjust the angle slightly
so that the flying urine could fall onto the drain cover.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

As the water pressure gradually subsided, Airi's tense body completely relaxed, her pupils losing focus
, and she leaned against me.

Once she finished urinating, I held Airi and laid her back on the display table, licking the two
tear tracks on her face. "Well done... Airi... well done..." I gently licked Airi's closed eyes.

"...Really?"

"Mmm... very good, very beautiful... to thank you..."

I moved my head between Airi's legs, carefully licking her wet
vulva that hadn't been wiped with toilet paper. Airi sat up, hugged my head, and pressed my face forcefully against her vulva.

"It's coming!" Moving away from between Airi's legs, I pulled down my pants, preparing to enter her, and
pulled Airi's body a little closer to the edge of the table.

"Come on..." Airi opened her legs, ready to receive my intrusion.

After carefully aiming, I slowly pressed my penis into Airi's vulva, and Airi hugged me tightly,
resting her face on my shoulder. Although we'd had sex in the girls' restroom several times before, this was our first
time in the large school room. Airi and I were both incredibly excited, our heavy breathing echoing through the spacious school history
room.

"Here...here...here too..."

Airi wasn't very good at moaning, but she would often ask for my actions and caresses. Even during intense
thrusting, she wouldn't forget to keep stimulating other erogenous zones, and I was like a treasure hunter,
constantly discovering places that would make Airi feel good.

"Airi...I want it..."

"I'm going to climax too...faster..."

"Ah...Airi...ah!"

"It's coming! It's coming...!"

Our bodies stiffened simultaneously for a few seconds, both reaching unprecedented climaxes. I pressed myself against
Airi's body lying on the table, slowly licking the beads of sweat on her chest, while Airi gently touched my
back. My mind went blank, and as if by instinct, I moved closer to Airi's lips. Airi smiled and
responded to my kiss. As the afterglow faded, my mind gradually returned to reason.

"Some say that kissing is a human expression of love, and that once humans degenerate into animals, they will completely lose this ability and become
beasts with only sexual desires. Animals have no interest in kissing."

Suddenly, a sentence I'd forgotten where I'd read it from popped into my head: "Since I still
wanted , did this mean that I, and Airi, had something beyond mere lust for me?"

But that wasn't something I could think of at the time.

---

Chapter Seven: Hey…Do you like me?

It was another Saturday night, taking Airi home. Airi had forgotten her keys and was sitting in the
back garden waiting for her late-returning sister. She dragged me along to the back garden to look at the stars
. Airi's house was on a hillside, and although there were several houses side-by-side nearby, the surrounding area was unusually quiet. Perhaps
these houses were used by wealthy people for vacations? Apart from the light on in front of Airi's house, there were hardly any other lights
, making it a very pleasant place to stargaze.

"When does your sister usually come back?"

I pressed the cold-light digital watch on my wrist in the dim light. The watch emitted a faint blue glow, displaying the time:
10:00 PM.

"Usually not past midnight..."

"What!?" I jumped up. What if she doesn't come back until after midnight? Although my family
is relatively open-minded, if I come home past midnight without telling them, I'll definitely get a scolding.

"If it's too late, then you can go home first."

Airi turned her body around and sat on the lawn with her back to me. Although she said that, I could
tell she was being sulky.

"Hey... I'll wait... I'll tell my family I'm staying at Aji's house tonight..."

Aji is my best friend since elementary school. Although we go to different schools now, we still keep in touch often. His
parents are also somewhat acquainted with my parents. After Airi's sister comes back, I can go to Aji's house and my family
won't have any objections... I thought to myself.

"No need! Go back now!" Airi shouted, her back to me. This

was the first time she'd thrown such a tantrum since we started dating; it was quite unusual. I went
over and tried to turn her to face me. Unexpectedly, Airi sat down and shoved me hard, causing
me to lose my balance and fall awkwardly onto the lawn.

"You're just a toy… a toy!"

If being punched was the most painful way to describe the fall, Airi's words were like a ten-ton
hammer, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. Then Airi turned and stood up, looking down at me with a cold gaze.

Indeed, our relationship was only based on our daily lunch breaks, perhaps including the walk home
. "Toy" was the most accurate description of my role with Airi. Although I didn't want to
admit it, I couldn't find any other words to describe it. Hit where it hurt, I was speechless.

"I… I'm sorry… I went too far." Besides that, I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Let's go!" Airi yelled at me again.

Since she'd yelled like that, I had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the front garden gate outside the house. I started
the motorcycle parked outside, sat on it, and tried to calm myself down. Riding back in my current dazed state would definitely result in
an accident.

Although I knew this kind of thing would happen sooner or later, I didn't expect it to come so soon. Besides disappointment
, I also felt an unexpected, bitter feeling.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Airi suddenly appeared from behind the house and ran towards me. Perhaps because she was in such a hurry, Airi
tripped on the steps leading down from the gate and fell to the ground.

"Airi!"

I was startled and rushed over. Airi was covering her right calf with both hands, as if she was injured.

"It hurts..."

It really did, and tears even came out. I gently moved Airi's hands away. There was a small
abrasion , not deep, but slowly bleeding.

"I need to clean the wound first... Is there water in the garden?"

"There's a water pipe in the back corner..."

"Okay, don't move, I'll carry you there."

I placed Airi on the steps by the back door and hurriedly pulled out a long water pipe from the corner, trying to find
the faucet, but because I was too nervous, I turned the water on too high, spraying myself all over. I tried to reduce the water flow and
pulled the pipe to where Airi was sitting.

"It'll hurt a little, just bear with it..."

I took off Airi's right shoe and sock and started washing the wound with water. Airi endured the pain, and several tears fell
.

"...This should be fine... It'll heal soon..."

I carefully cleaned Airi's wound with iodine I bought from a nearby convenience store, then covered it with gauze and
secured it with medical tape. It should heal soon.

"I'm sorry... It must hurt a lot, right?" Although I didn't know the details, Airi always
fell because she wanted to talk to me, so I said while tidying up the medical supplies around Airi's feet.

"I'm also... sorry..." Airi said softly.

"I...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Airi actually apologized to me. I didn't know if I was flattered or moved, but I couldn't help but hug
her.

However, what was surging was an emotion beyond desire.

"It's okay...I'm okay..."

I gently ran my fingers through Airi's shoulder-length hair, tightening my grip on her left arm.

Unexpectedly, hugging Airi only made her eyes well up with more tears. At that moment, I
couldn't think of any other way but to hold her tighter. After a while, Airi seemed to calm down a bit. She loosened her grip
on my shoulders, looked at my face, and pointed to the lawn behind her.

"Carry me over..."

Perhaps because she had just cried, Airi's eyes looked so vivid in the dim light, rippling like water
. Of course, I picked Airi up and gently placed her on the lawn.

"Sit here..." Airi patted the grass next to her right, gesturing for me to sit down.

"Uh..." I didn't know what to say.

"What if it leaves a scar...?" Airi stretched out her right leg, the white gauze
particularly noticeable in the moonlight. "No, it's been carefully bandaged, it'll be as beautiful as before."

"...Can it be like this side?"

Airi stretched out her left leg as well, gently stroking her calf with her hand. I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss her left
calf.

"It will... it will be fine... just as beautiful as here."

"Ah! I'm so happy..."

Airi wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing every part of my face, then took off my
glasses and kissed my eyes repeatedly. I noticed that Airi's body was not only more excited than usual, but also
writhing with an unprecedented emotion. Responding to her kisses, I pulled her
into my arms , taking the initiative, and Airi cooperated with my movements, tilting her head back and hugging me tightly.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Facing Airi, who couldn't speak because her lips were sealed, I slowly unbuttoned her uniform one button at a time,
reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting the cute, strapless white bra fall onto her flat, smooth
stomach. Then I opened the uniform to the sides, letting her two full, elastic breasts gleam
like pearls in the moonlight.

"Ah...is it pretty? If you like it, kiss me..."

"I love it...it's so beautiful!"

Airi willingly put one of her breasts into my mouth, pressing my head down firmly with both hands. Besides lightly licking
, I would occasionally gently bite her nipples, which were already slightly erect from excitement, and
play with her breasts with my hands, making them constantly change into wonderful shapes in my hands.

"That's great... Airi's breasts..."

"Ah... harder..."

With my movements, Airi's body arched more and more violently, almost as if she was about to break her back
. Suddenly, Airi's body trembled. I knew that Airi was about to have an orgasm. I never thought
that only this could bring Airi to an orgasm.

"Airi..."

There was no answer. In order not to touch her wound, I laid Airi, who was still immersed in the afterglow, down on
the lawn and sat down next to her. I pressed the cold light display button on my watch again. 23:20.

"It's been more than four years since I came here..."

Airi turned her face, still lying on the ground with her shirt open, and mentioned the situation at home to me for the first time.

"To get us into a good junior high, a good high school, and a good university, my parents sent my sister and me here..."

"That must be really tough..."

"We only come home during Chinese New Year or winter and summer vacations... to our home in the south."

"Are Airi's parents both working?"

"Yeah... Dad works in New Zealand, and Mom works in the south."

"Isn't that like being separated?" I thought to myself. But looking at our family, although we all
live together, my parents are practically like two tenants. I can probably only hear them talking
when they file their taxes together each year... Isn't that the same as being separated?

"Although we all get along very well, we don't spend much time together... My sister
lives with me, but now that she's in university, she's rarely home..."

I really wanted to say something like, "You have me now, I'll be there for you," but since I'm not Airi's
boyfriend , it's not easy to say it out loud.

"High school was boring too, everyone was just comparing grades..."

That's true. Although my grades were decent enough to get into second-rate national universities, they
were far inferior to Airi, who was always in the top three of her class and a top choice for her first or second choice. Even I could feel
the tension of the competition among my classmates, let alone Airi, who was the target of many people's efforts.

"But luckily..."

"?"

"You idiot gave me something to hold over you..." At this point, Airi smiled and
stared at me with a grin: "Actually... I knew you were spying in the bathroom all along."

"Huh!?"

"One day I accidentally saw you sneaking out of the girls' restroom, and I became suspicious."

"Huh? I should have been careful..."

"You just don't know that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind... Later, I secretly observed you several more times and confirmed that
you were spying."

"Could it be..."

"That time I was specially prepared... I knew you, you big pervert, would fall for it." Saying this,
she pinched .

"You..."

"So you really fell for it! I really want you to see your face when you were caught, it was
like the end of the world..."

"You...you actually dared to frame me!"

I never thought I was so careless to get caught, and now that Airi said it, it's kind of ridiculous
.

"You still dare to say that...if you hadn't run into me...you'd probably be expelled by now, right?"

"...So, I should thank you a lot?"

"Actually, you've already made my money's worth. One erotic show and you're completely submissive." Airi's face
showed that sly, mischievous smile again.

"Sigh...whatever...I give up...running into someone like you..."

A mix of emotions best describes my current mood.

"Hey..."

"Hmm...?"

Before I could hear what Airi said, a low engine sound came from the front door. As the engine sound approached,
the iron gate of Airi's garage began to rattle.

"Sister's back..."

"Hurry up and get dressed...put your clothes on..."

We hurriedly straightened our disheveled clothes. Although the parts that had been wet from the rain weren't dry yet,
we didn't care. After tidying ourselves up a bit, we walked to the front door and bumped into Airi's older sister.

"Airi?"

She probably wanted to ask why I was still outside, but Airi's older sister immediately noticed
the gauze on Airi's right leg.

"What happened... are you hurt?"

"I... I fell at school and asked a friend to take me home on their bike, but I forgot my keys..." She

could come up with an excuse so easily.

"Is it serious?"

"Yeah, just a minor scrape."

"Thank you so much, classmate, for taking Airi home..."

Although she said thank you, she felt like Airi's older sister was giving her a strange look
. Of course, my appearance was also quite bad at that moment; my right shirt and pant leg were almost completely wet
, and my hair was a mess from all the activity, so it was inevitable that she would be looked at strangely
.

"Let me introduce you, this is my older sister, Eri, and this is my classmate, Feng Yizhen." Sensing the awkward atmosphere,
Airi quickly broke the silence.

"Sister, you go in first, don't lock the door. I'll take him to the alley entrance."

"Then be careful."

Without saying much, my older sister disappeared behind the house door on the steps, while Airi slowly walked down the steps to me
. So I pushed the bike and followed Airi to the alley entrance not far away, where Airi stopped first. She tugged at my
sleeve.

"Hey..."

"Hmm?"

"Do you like me?" Airi asked softly, though she didn't know my answer, but her eyes sparkled
with anticipation.

"Hmm..."

"Louder..."

"I like Airi the most..." I whispered, bringing my lips close to Airi's ear. Perhaps this was the answer she
wanted ... but that's what I was thinking too.

"Thank you..."

Airi whispered, then gave me a light kiss on the cheek, turned and walked straight back into the alley,
leaving me standing there for a long time. I checked my watch again: 00:06.

Chapter Eight: Burning

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"Get me a can of coffee..."

Now, in the mornings, before the start of morning self-study, Airi would go with me to the school's basement cafeteria
to buy breakfast, and we'd chat occasionally when we bumped into each other after class. Of course, our daily noon "dates" continued, and
I seemed to have taken a few steps forward from being a "toy."

"Hey... let's meet in the school history room at noon today..."

After quietly "booking" with me, Airi quickened her pace back to her classroom.
Although we still met every noon, besides our frenzied sex, we could now sometimes calmly enjoy
the air conditioning and lunch in the school history room. But my dual personality wasn't "neutralized" as a result; instead, I appeared
increasingly , while inside, the flames of madness continued to burn.

"Another day at the school history room..."

At noon, I walked towards the school history room with my lunchbox. Lately, I've been meeting with Airi more often there
. Of course, the girls' restroom is still a good spot, but as a girl, Airi probably wouldn't understand
the thrill of peeping into the girls' restroom. After all, the school history room is bigger and safer. Compared to hiding in a stall,
the chances of being caught having sex in the school history room are much lower, and you won't be charged with "voyeurism."

"Phew...so cool."

Because I'd already turned on the air conditioning here early in the morning,
a blast of cool air hit me as soon as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. In the high-humidity subtropical Taiwan, this refreshing breeze was like
a treasure. I checked my watch; it was only 12:05.

"Let's make some progress..."

After all, the work progress can't stay stagnant. I loosened the pile of drawing tubes that were tied together with scout rope. Each
tube contained blueprints for various parts of the model, a total of thirty or forty blueprints filling eight large
tubes. To make it easier to take them home and finish the work, I tied the tubes together with five or six scout ropes so I could easily take them on my motorcycle
and work on them at home, making up for some of the lunch break that Airi had taken up.

"Click, click, click..."

Just as I was finally able to flatten out one of the drawings, Airi arrived, right on time.

"Did you buy lunch?"

"No, I don't usually eat lunch. Have you ever seen me eat lunch?"

"Hmm... Here, take this." Airi took out a plastic lunchbox from her cloth bag, then
took out a green microwave-safe container and handed it to me.

"What's this...?"

"Open it and see."

Inside the box were two small sandwiches. Although they weren't large, they had several layers, with various kinds of
lettuce, onions, ham, bacon, cheese...

"I made extra this morning, so I just gave it to you."

Airi turned her head and began to eat her lunch.

'Hey... I have to be at school by 7:30, and I have to get up at least 6 to take the bus. Where would I find the time to make breakfast
?'

Peeking closer, Airi's lunchbox contained authentic Chinese dishes. This sandwich didn't look like "
extra breakfast" at all! After being a student for so long, this was the first time I'd ever had a homemade lunch. Although my mother was quite
skilled at cooking, I never had the chance to taste it except on weekends. I grew up eating school lunches since elementary school
, and after entering high school, I almost never ate Chinese food.

"...Thank you..."

I think I'm probably like a pet dog that's been given a bone. Never mind, I finished
the sandwich in a few bites and went back to my workbench.

"Huh...didn't you stay home this week to catch up on your work...and you're still working so hard?"

Airi, having finished her meal, stood on tiptoe behind me, looking at my workbench. Her full breasts pressed against my
back , and even through my clothes, I felt a jolt.

"It's all because of you...coming here every day..."

"...You lecherous devil, you brought this upon yourself, and you still dare to say it~" After saying that, Airi hugged
me tightly from behind, rubbing her face against my back.

"Hey..."

"?"

"Let's make love..."

Of course, I couldn't refuse, and soon, we were both only wearing shoes and socks.

"Don't move...just stand here..."

It was me who gave the order. Strangely, whether we were making love normally or in other places, Airi always held
the initiative. Only in the school history room did Airi seem to be particularly obedient, and I gave her the orders more often. Now Airi
stood straight in the room, letting me admire her.

"Airi's body is so beautiful..."

No matter how many times I've said it, this is a genuine exclamation when I see Airi's beautiful naked body.
I went around behind Airi and bent down, grabbing her breast with one hand and holding her thigh with the other, my tongue gently
sliding down her spine.

"Ah..." Airi trembled, her body tense, as if she would collapse if she relaxed.

"Don't move... Airi..."

"It's...it's too stimulating..."

Airi closed her eyes, focusing on enjoying the pleasure coming from her breasts and back.

"A body like this is specially designed to seduce men, right?"

"Ah..."

"And here too...such beautiful breasts..."

The hand gripping her breasts tightened slightly.

"And here...like weeds..."

Saying this, I played with the pubic hair on her vulva with my left hand.

"Ah...ah...!" Airi gasped intermittently as her private parts were attacked.

"Here...Airi's erotic vulva..."

I cut open the cleft with my index finger, sawing my finger back and forth inside her labia, enjoying
the wet and warm touch on my finger.

"So erotic...Airi..."

"No...don't..."

Airi had lost the strength to support herself, so I placed her on the work chair,
squatted down in front of her, and buried my head between her spread legs.

"Mmm..."

Carefully savoring her vulva, occasionally probing her vagina with my tongue, Airi's thighs tightly clamped my head.

"No...that's great..."

Airi exhaled, temporarily relaxing the strength in her thighs.

At that moment, I noticed the scout ropes discarded in the corner of the floor and suddenly remembered the "bondage
" scenes in many pornographic books. I seized the opportunity to grab two or three ropes and moved them behind Airi.

"A girl as horny as Airi...we need to tie her up..." I whispered in Airi's ear from behind.

"Ugh..."

Although she seemed reluctant, Airi didn't strongly resist. Having never learned how to tie someone up, I
couldn't possibly bind Airi like a dumpling. So, I first pulled Airi's hands over, had them wrap around
the chair back, and then tied them up.

"Ugh...ha..."

I returned to the front, placed Airi's legs on the chair backs on either side, and then tied each thigh
to the chair back with a rope. Thus, Airi was bound to the chair with her legs wide open. Looking at my handiwork,
I was quite satisfied, while the bound Airi blushed deeply and turned her head away, unable to face me.

"You look even prettier this way... Airi..."

Only now did Airi begin to wriggle her tightly bound body, though her struggles were futile
.

"Look at yourself...aren't you even more beautiful...?"

I turned her head so Airi could clearly see herself bound and deprived of her freedom. Airi
dared not open her eyes, probably afraid of the stimulation.

"Open your eyes... Airi is beautiful like this...more beautiful than usual..."

I moved behind Airi, playing with her firm breasts with one hand while biting her ear, telling her
to look at herself.

"Look closely...so beautiful...and erotic..."

I said, while playing with her labia, the two soft flesh constantly deforming in my hands.

"Ah...!"

Airi's eyes were wide open, and before her was an extremely lewd scene. I believe Airi
had never seen her own body like this before. Her nipples stood erect under the intermittent pinching, and because her thighs were spread open,
her labia seemed to be slowly writhing with excitement.

"It's beautiful... Airi... It's wonderful..."

(Airi's words likely)

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