From the school's top beauty to a famous Chinese courtesan

Original work by Zhidaohuanglong Shenchu
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Chapter One: The Rise of the School Beauty
As is customary, let me introduce myself first. My name is Lin Jiao. I grew up in an orphanage. I don't know why my parents abandoned me. According to the old headmaster, I was abducted. They rescued me from the traffickers, but due to the large number of missing persons and the limited technology of the police, they still haven't found me. They say I might be the daughter of a wealthy family, kidnapped as revenge by an enemy. Although we received government and social assistance at the orphanage, and were cared for by the old headmaster, we were never hungry or cold, despite our poverty. Back then, I hoped every day that my parents would come through the orphanage gate and take me home. To wait for my parents, I refused many family adoption offers. Ten years have passed...
I'm now in junior high school, a 14-year-old blossoming young woman. Because I'm very pretty, I'm popular with the boys in my class. During a school sports meet in the first year of junior high, a cheerleading team was elected. Recommended by the boys in my class, I successfully joined the cheerleading team, which consisted of all the school's most beautiful girls. Because of my exceptional beauty, I was recognized by all the boys at Jinxiu Middle School as the school's number one beauty queen. The school provided me with a uniform to cheer on the school's outstanding track and field athletes. Because of my striking looks
, I wasn't ostracized or ridiculed by my classmates despite being from an orphanage. The school's track and field events, which lasted several days, turned into a city-wide middle school track and field competition. Our cheerleading team also accompanied the winning team to the competition, cheering for Jinxiu Middle School and striving for a good ranking. During a break from cheerleading, I was called to the office by several teachers from other schools. They were prepared; they knew I was an orphan, had an accident, was beautiful, and had excellent academic performance. A close-up photo of me was featured on Jinxiu Middle School's website as its cover. Several teachers wanted to recruit me, offering to waive my tuition and provide living expenses from now until high school. After I told the former principal about this, he took me to transfer schools. For a year, I was highly sought after by various popular schools. They kept increasing their offers, requesting scholarships, etc., and finally, the former principal, for my future, enrolled me at the city's No. 1 Middle School. The No. 1 Middle School of the city also held a welcoming ceremony, and I became the cover figure of the No. 1 Middle School's most beautiful school flower.
Chapter Two: Deflowering and Being Keeped
Three years later, the intense high school entrance exams came around again. I was admitted to the city's top high school as expected. Time flies. I turned 18, no longer a little girl. I was 172cm tall, weighed 55kg, and had almost a C-cup bra. The orphanage, due to its regulations, wouldn't provide assistance to an adult like me. In my second year of high school, I started worrying about making ends meet. One day, returning to class, I found an envelope in my drawer containing several thousand yuan. The envelope contained an address and told me to meet him at a pre-arranged time. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I went to see him. His name was Wang Bing, a refined and successful man. He offered me 100,000 yuan a month—an astronomical sum in my eyes. Tempted by the money, I agreed to his demands, fulfilling all his requests without affecting my studies.
After a lavish meal, we went to the mall. Wang Bing, who looked to be in his late thirties, picked out clothes for me. He had a ten-year-old son. Wang Bing never looked at the price of clothes; he bought just a few. Wang Bing was extremely satisfied with my clothes. When he swiped his card, the amount displayed was over ten thousand yuan—a completely unexpected and extravagant situation for me. I was quite surprised, but Wang Bing just smiled slightly. I was about to get my old clothes when Wang Bing said we could buy more later. He then took my hand and drove to a luxurious five-star hotel. After booking a room, a pretty waitress led us to a suite.
After entering the room, Wang Bing took a shower first. When he came out, he saw me sitting there stiffly, looking around. He smiled and told me to take off my clothes. I was embarrassed but also forced myself to slowly remove them. Wang Bing dried his hair while quietly admiring my shyness. Finally, with Wang Bing's help, I was completely naked, my proud C-cup breasts exposed. After seeing my impressive figure, Wang Bing's lower body, wrapped in a towel, hardened. He picked me up and put me on the bed. My labia parted automatically, and the vaginal fluid soaked my sparse pubic hair. Wang Bing said I had a "pink butterfly pussy." The best pussy in the world. My pussy was slightly itchy, and my juices were flowing freely. Wang Bing ripped off the towel, not even waiting for me to shower, afraid of missing the opportunity. He stuck out his tongue and licked my pink pussy, making it clean and shiny with my juices. He then rubbed his dark penis against the front of my tender pussy, using the fresh juices to lubricate his glans. Soon, the continuous flow of juices made his penis slippery and shiny. Wang Bing made me spread my buttocks, but even though my pussy was spread, my clitoris was still tightly closed. Wang Bing grabbed my buttocks and thrust hard, his thick penis penetrating my body. The burning pain and pleasure in my lower body intertwined. Wang Bing's penis was like a blade cutting open my pussy, and the intense pain made me cry out loud. Wang Bing kept grinding inside my pussy, enjoying the pleasure of deflowering his virginity. Wang Bing thrust in and out forcefully, virgin blood dripping from his penis and smearing around the entrance of her vagina. Soon after, he ejaculated a large amount of semen inside, and when he withdrew, not a single drop flowed. The vagina remained tightly closed, just as before; blood dripped onto the sheets, but not a single drop of semen leaked out.
To be continued...

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