Springtime in the infirmary

"The nurse's gone, hurry up and get out before she gets caught." After confirming the nurse had left the infirmary, Qing quickly pulled back the blanket and called me out. It was really stuffy under the blanket, so I quickly came out and turned off the vibrator. When I turned around, I saw Qing's two beautiful, white breasts were still exposed, with a few scratch marks on them. My little brother immediately stood up in respect.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and tidy yourself up, the nurse might be back any minute." I had no choice but to shove my already erect penis back into my pants, straighten my uniform slightly, and re-tie my belt. Then I looked back and saw that Qing had just wrapped the blanket around herself again and hadn't straightened her clothes.

"Didn't you tell me to hurry up and tidy myself up? Why haven't you moved?"

"I don't know who said I can't even touch myself today, how am I supposed to tidy my clothes? Hurry up and come here." I never expected that my unintentional order would bring me so many benefits. I must be a genius, hahaha.

"Okay, okay, so little Qingqing doesn't know how to dress herself? Uncle will help you. Come on, sweetie, pull the blanket down." Although Qingqing was helpless, she had no choice but to obediently and slowly lift the blanket so I could help her dress. Looking at Qingqing's two white and tender breasts, I naturally took the time to secretly touch them a few times. Qingqing's expression was strange, with a hint of helplessness, a hint of shyness, and a hint of something I couldn't decipher. I fastened the front clasp of Qingqing's bra and buttoned up her uniform, then stood beside her. Unexpectedly, Qingqing twisted her body and said very softly,

"Is this all?"

"Yes, what else?"

"Don't you know that after a girl's bra is fastened, she should lean forward and adjust her breasts a bit to make it okay? Otherwise, it will feel uncomfortable and easily sag and develop accessory breasts." Oh my god, so troublesome. So I had no choice but to open Qingqing's uniform again and start adjusting her breasts with my hands.

"Push your hand in a little further back, ah... don't keep touching my **... um... okay, hurry up and take it out..." Because of the bra, my hand was sandwiched between her breasts, and the soft touch turned into a firmer feel. And because of the position, my hand almost completely covered her **, which was rubbing against the base of my palm. Her ** seemed to be a very sensitive spot for Qing; touching it would make her start to writhe, moan involuntarily, and her ** would slowly become erect. I started considering whether I should help Qing put on her bra every day.

I noticed a change in my mindset. Before, Qing's grades were better than mine, and her family was richer. In our relationship, I did whatever Qing asked me to do, and I wouldn't do what she forbade. Xingjuan even said I spoiled Qing too much and lacked masculinity. (Although I always felt she was deliberately finding fault with me, that everything I did was wrong,) only I knew that subconsciously I felt I wasn't good enough for Qing, so I wanted to fulfill any of her demands so that Qing would stay with me. But after everything that had just happened, I could control Qing's pleasure with one hand, decide whether she could have sex, even touch and grab her breasts, make her help me have sex, and even spray my semen into her mouth and make her swallow it.

I felt an unparalleled sense of accomplishment and control. This young girl in front of me belonged to me, and I could do whatever I wanted to her. It was a sense of conquest unique to men, and I enjoyed that sense of conquest, which would push me further.

As I vaguely thought about this, I touched—no, squeezed—one of Qing's breasts, then squeezed the other, and Qing was panting again.

"Okay, is that alright now?" Qing's expression was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I wondered if it was because she'd swallowed my semen; she'd never looked so shy before. She shifted her body slightly, as if she was about to say something. Just then, the nurse returned, and Qing quickly lay down and covered herself with the blanket. I stood obediently to the side.

"Hong Mingxiang, what are you doing here? So you're the one who brought Li here. I didn't see you earlier. Where were you?" The nurse asked me, a little surprised. [Travel Easy Novel Network]

"I went to the toilet and just came back."

"Yuqing, are you alright? Are you still feeling unwell?" The nurse didn't say anything more and turned to check on Qing.

"Thank you for your concern, Auntie. I guess I was rushing to school this morning and didn't eat breakfast, so I was a little weak. Plus, I had a slight cold a couple of days ago, but now... I'm... much... better... um..." Watching Qing lie without batting an eye, I wanted to see her "blush." I adjusted the vibrator to the "weak" setting, and Qing's speech became slurred again, her face turning red.

"Li, are you alright? Your face is red again."

"I...I'm fine, I'll lie down for a bit...ah...okay." I had already adjusted the intensity to "medium."

"Okay, your temperature was normal when I took it. I'll stay outside; call me if you need anything. Hong, come out with me, let's chat, and maybe you can help me out." The nurse probably felt it was a little strange for a man and a woman to be alone in the same room.

I went with her to the infirmary outside, where she told me that the documents she was supposed to submit a week later now had to be submitted tomorrow, and the announcement she had just made was to inform her of this. So, she needed my help with organizing some documents. The nurse was usually nice to me, and I wanted to help her in some way, so we started working diligently.

After a while, maybe ten minutes or so, the door to the break room suddenly opened, and Qing peeked out from behind it, her face even redder than before.

"Auntie... um... I need to... ah... the toilet." Qing looked strange, and I suddenly realized that the vibrator was still on. This little girl might have already had sex several times. I quickly turned it off.

"Li, are you feeling better? Or should I go with you?"

"I'm feeling better, Auntie, you don't need to go with me. It's more convenient for Hong to go with me." It's more convenient for a boy to accompany a girl to the toilet? But Auntie was so stressed about these documents that she didn't think much of it and agreed.

Qing and I walked side by side.

"You can go to the toilet by yourself, why did you ask me to come with you?" If people saw a boy accompanying a girl to the toilet, they would laugh and say he wasn't manly. Unexpectedly, Qing glared at me fiercely and didn't say a word.

When we got to the women's toilet, Qing quickly went in, but came out just as quickly. She looked around, then suddenly grabbed me and ran into the toilet, rushing to the last stall and locking the door.

Before I could figure out what was going on, Qing and I were squeezed face to face in this small space. I was less than ten centimeters from Qing's face; I could even see myself reflected in her large, watery eyes. Looking at her lovely face, her dark, bright eyes, and especially her slightly upturned lips, I could even see her delicate, fair skin with a rosy glow. My heart fluttered, and I gently kissed her lips. Qing looked incredulous, but quickly changed to a shy expression. It was a side of Qing I had never seen before. Perhaps the incident in the infirmary had slowly changed her mindset.

I saw her expression shift several times before she spoke shyly and urgently,

"I need to use the restroom. Quickly help me take...take off my pants. Hurry." Suddenly, I understood why Qing had pulled me in. It seemed my unintentional command had brought me quite a few benefits. She couldn't very well ask the nurse to help her take off her pants, could she?

I squatted down and slipped my hands inside Qing's skirt. The first thing I touched was her smooth thighs; the delicate skin felt so good. I slowly moved my hands upwards until I reached the waistband of her panties. I was so touched! My hands involuntarily slipped through the seams of her pants and reached behind, finally touching her full, round buttocks. Why is it that even though they're all buttocks, Qing's are so delicate? Just touching them made my penis stand up again. I grabbed her buttocks with my big hands and rubbed them back and forth, enjoying the warm, full feel. I really wanted to press my face against her buttocks and enjoy it.

"Okay, stop touching me. Hurry up and take them off. I'm in a hurry." Hearing Qing's words, I reluctantly pulled my hands away, grabbed the waistband, and slowly pulled it down. At first, it felt very tight and I couldn't pull it off, but then I slowly managed to pull it off. I slowly undressed, wanting to savor this moment. It was amazing! Gradually, I saw pink panties appear before my eyes, a very cute style, probably a matching set with the bra.

Then I saw the crotch of the panties, completely wet, soaking wet. Although there was a cotton pad on top, it was clearly not enough. Colorless liquid had seeped into the panties beyond the pad, even the panties underneath were soaked, the whole pair of panties looked like they had been soaked in water. Qing is so lewd, or is she just too sensitive? I pulled the panties down to knee height, and then I noticed something. Shouldn't there be a vibrator? Why isn't it there? Did Qing take it off herself? Impossible, Qing would disobey my orders.

"Qing, where's your vibrator?"

"The vibrator, the vibrator is still... inside."

"Inside? Where inside?" I was a little confused. In my imagination, a vibrator should be between the underwear and a girl's vulva.

"Idiot. It's inside. You have to pull the remote control cord to get it out," Qing said, pointing to the remote receiver sticking out above her skirt.

I looked at the cord in surprise. Wasn't the vibrator inside Qing's body? It's amazing that a girl's body can hide such a thing. So I reached out and pulled the remote control cord above her skirt, but Qing quickly stopped me.

"You can't pull it from here, it won't come out like that. You have to pull it down from... from the cord under the skirt." "How am I supposed to know where the cord is? Should I just lift up my skirt?"

"No! Um, please don't. You can find it by feeling upwards." Qing's tone started to change. It became more like a little girl's. Hearing this tone, I couldn't bring myself to be harsh. I had no choice but to agree.

I started to feel upwards again with both hands along Qing's thighs, but this time I went up along the inside of her thighs. I thought the cord should be on the inside, so it should be easier to find it from the inside.

But Qing's behavior was completely different from before. She kept dodging and twisting her legs.

"Don't move! I won't be able to touch the line like that."

"Who told you to keep touching me there! It feels so... strange." I felt that the higher I touched, the more delicate Qing's skin became. I had never imagined that such delicate skin could exist. Suddenly, the area I touched was wet and slippery. This must be the fluid secreted by Qing. It was wet and slippery, and the texture was very nice, a bit like massage oil.

I couldn't help but playfully circle my fingertips around Qing's thigh, feeling the slippery texture. But Qing started to moan softly because of this movement.

"Ah... stop playing around, it feels... um... very strange. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry, please." As far as I can remember, this was the first time Qing had said the word "please."

I continued playing my little game with my left hand, while my right hand continued to move upwards along the source of the fluid. Qing's body was trembling slightly, as if she was anticipating my hand or nervous because she was getting close to her most private place.

I touched it; the back of my fingers felt something wet. I turned my hand over, and the first thing I felt was a softer, but not smooth, texture. Then I felt hair touching my hand, moist and warm. I moved my hand closer. The first sensation was "wet" and "hot." I had touched Qing's most private area. It felt like soft, wrinkled skin soaking in water. I gently stroked that soft, tender flesh, and Qing began to tremble, as if she couldn't stand and leaned forward slightly. She tried to steady me, but instead grabbed the bathroom door, and her breasts fell in front of me, my head completely submerged in them.

My hand groped around, and suddenly I felt a wire—probably the remote control for the vibrator. I groped around a bit more and discovered that when I touched a certain spot, Qing would vibrate very intensely. It was a small, smooth bead; I figured that must be the most sensitive spot for a woman.

The evil thought within me resurfaced, and I turned the vibrator back to a low setting. Immediately, my hand felt the vibration emanating from her vagina. Qing looked up at me with an incredulous expression, then quickly succumbed to a mixture of pain and pleasure. My hand, feeling the vibration through the membrane, was immediately soaked by the overflowing fluid. My left hand moved from Qing's buttocks forward, stroking her vulva, while my right hand scooped up the overflowing fluid and smeared it on her clitoris, continuously stimulating it. At first, Qing managed to maintain soft moans, but soon she couldn't take it anymore and began to cry out.

"Ah...ah...no more...no...um...I'm...I'm...I'm...coming again...ah..." Qing's clitoris suddenly swelled and became firm. A gush of fluid gushed out, and her entire body began to tremble violently. I hadn't expected Qing to reach orgasm again in such a short time. Then, Qing slowly went limp, collapsing onto me. I turned off the vibrator.

Just now in the infirmary, because I also ejaculated, I wasn't in the mood to look at Qing's appearance. But now I clearly see a girl, right in front of me, having been touched by my hand, and the way she looked while touching herself was truly beautiful, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a miracle. Qing at this moment is a beauty I've never seen before. Before, she was at most "pretty" or "cute," but now Qing exudes a mature beauty, even "exquisite" or "bewitching" wouldn't be an exaggeration. The touch has dyed her originally fair and rosy cheeks into the red of the setting sun, as if all the crimson colors of the world have been spilled onto Qing's face. That hazy expression is innocent, yet wicked, yet endearing and captivating. It's as if all the most beautiful expressions in the world are concentrated on the face of this one girl.

Looking at Qing, I find that I like her more than before, and I love her very, very much. A thought wells up in my heart: I'm willing to do anything for her, as long as she's happy.

I helped Qing up, gently brushed her hair aside, and held her in my arms so she could feel my warmth. I waited for her arousal to subside.

"Are you alright? Are you comfortable? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I asked Qing softly. Unexpectedly, Qing seemed very embarrassed and said in a very low voice, "No...no need, I already...I already peed when I felt most comfortable." Her face turned bright red, and she lowered her head, remaining silent. So it turns out what I heard about girls peing when they feel most comfortable, something called "squirting," is true. No wonder so much flowed onto my hand so quickly. So that's urine, but I didn't find it dirty at all.

For some reason, I started carefully helping Qing tidy her clothes. I put my hands inside her skirt and used toilet paper to wipe her breasts and thighs clean. There wasn't a hint of eroticism in my actions; I was just focused on making sure Qing was dressed and presentable. Her panties were too wet, so I took them off and casually put them in my pocket. After a few minutes, I had finished getting Qing ready. Anyone who didn't know better would never guess that something intimate had just happened in the bathroom.

Qing went out to check if anyone was around before calling me out. On the way back to the infirmary, we were both a little shy and hesitant to speak, as if we had just met. Only before entering the infirmary did Qing whisper a "thank you" to me.

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