[The Abuse of Girls in Hong Kong Education - The Maternity Specialist Edition]

(1) New Semester The

new semester has begun!

Today, I am particularly excited because, in addition to being able to successfully advance to Form Six and
meet more importantly, I can wear a brand new school uniform to school. It is a pure white one-piece school dress
with a large round neck and wing sleeves. It forms a pleated skirt starting from slightly above the breasts. Before folding
, it is a smooth area about the size of an A6 sheet of paper. Because it is made of only a thin layer of fabric,
it appears slightly transparent in the sunlight. The school badge "MPS" is embroidered in thick blue thread on the left side of the dress. It is the English abbreviation of Maria Pre-College
Vocational School. There is a short zipper at the back of the chest that goes all the way to the large round neck. This, together with the bright
red belt, forms a shackle that tightly wraps around my body. In addition, the school requires girls to wear white
socks and black leather shoes to school, which gives a very neat and eye-catching feeling. So
, before looking in the mirror today, I couldn't help but say to myself: I look so much like a schoolgirl! This is completely different from the past!

In the past, when I was studying at Pei Dao Middle School (the school's name really makes one think of "accompanying," doesn't it?), I wore
a traditional blue Chinese-style cheongsam-like school skirt. Not only was it outdated, but the worst part was that because the hem was so long it reached my heels
, every girl felt like she was in a steamer in the summer, unbearably hot. It's said that
the principal designed that skirt himself, which makes one wonder if the principal was a pervert. However, now
this new school skirt has a new problem. Today, when I put on the new school skirt at home for the first time and stood in front of the mirror,
I found that this skirt was far too tight, so tight that my chest felt like it was about to burst. I remember when I
went to buy the school skirt, to save trouble, I just randomly bought a medium size, thinking it would at least fit the school rules. Who
would have thought that now, wearing it, it's even 1/2... 3. My thighs couldn't be covered up, and going back to school meant I couldn't escape punishment
. This also brought me a lot of envious glances. In the mornings, on the bus back to school, every
man within my line of sight, from office workers in their forties to students around my age,
all stared at me with incredibly greedy, lustful eyes. Some even had drool drool around their mouths,
as if they wanted to devour me. I think they didn't realize how out of line they were being; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so
rude , all looking like hungry wolves. Honestly, being stared at like that made me a little high.
I felt their eyes constantly searching, lingering on my long, snow-white
legs. Some were even staring intently at my 33C breasts. Because the school skirt was so tight,
the curves of my breasts were completely exposed, and the large school badge was prominently displayed against them.
I saw a middle-aged man who was really wicked; while staring at my breasts, he kept
reading the words on the school badge, muttering something to himself, making it seem like
I was promoting the new school. Whenever my legs parted slightly, those wolves made no attempt to hide it, their eyes
fixed on my most private parts, making me blush with shame.

I felt some moisture secreting between my legs.

Just then, I heard two male students standing to my left whisper, "Look, that female student is

very pretty."

One of them said, "Her figure is even better, at least 322435." She was wearing white seeth underwear inside her school uniform, bouncing up and
down

as if it were springy to her skin .

She must be an MPS girl.

They say the girls at that high school are very open.

Look, she's only wearing white seeth underwear today, and I can even see the sanitary napkin
there. I can't see it. Oh, she tucked her legs together. As she spoke,
she . Perhaps you're all wondering, right? Yes, they're right, I was wearing white seeth underwear today.
Going to school at the bottom of my knees... In fact, when I wore my school skirt at home today, I already anticipated that many people would

look at me. I tried

wearing trousers underneath

, but the school skirt was too short, and the trousers were longer than the school skirt, which looked really weird. So I finally

gave up. Since I couldn't cover my thighs or hide my cute little private parts no matter what, I
decided to wear a really cute little undershirt as my last line of defense, and then let them look
all they want.

Well, at least this way I can maintain my pretty girl image.

Besides, I don't really mind people looking at me like that. Since entering F1 and becoming the school beauty,

I know... From the moment I became a beautiful girl, I enjoyed the greedy looks from the opposite sex.
Every time , I received proof from their eyes that I was a beauty

, and then I would feel content.

Soon, a pregnant woman got on the bus, and I quickly gave her my seat. There weren't many empty seats, so I had to stand.

I noticed that the two male students next to me were breathing rapidly. One of them looked like she was about to have
a nosebleed, and she was drooling. When I reached out and grabbed the overhead handrail, they seemed
stunned, staring intently at my ample breasts
, as if they wanted to grab them and suckle. At the same time, I noticed that they were like door gods. Gradually approaching my body,

the bus suddenly made a sharp turn.

I lost my balance and crashed headfirst into one of the students. By sheer coincidence,

my breast touched his hand holding a book. "Miss, are you alright? Let me help you." I looked up and saw
the student with a lewd smile.

He was actually using his hand to support my breast!

I was embarrassed and tried to stand up, but found I couldn't move. He changed his tactics, suddenly gripping my breast firmly with all five

fingers, like he was holding a tennis ball. I didn't know... Startled, I glared at him,
then heard him whisper, "Please, let me have some fun. I've never seen such a beautiful
girl as you. Hold me tight, otherwise people will suspect something." Although I hated his behavior, I still felt
a sweet warmth in my heart from his words, "I've never seen such a beautiful girl as you." With his hand on my breast, my
strength gradually faded. Not wanting to bother reporting him for indecent assault, I vaguely went along with his words. Ah,
consider it a scout day, a good deed! Seeing that I didn't resist, he became even bolder and started grabbing my breast...
He rubbed and rubbed, using a little force? Then, as my breasts regained their shape, he did it again? Suddenly, he swept
my school badge with his index finger and said, "I knew all you MPS girls were so hot,
with big, bouncy breasts." I was already so excited I was practically dumbfounded, and hearing him say that made me even more at a
loss. I could only bury my head in his chest, not looking at him. Just then, I felt another person rubbing
their genitals against my breasts. I turned my head slightly and saw another student
with a silly-looking face and big glasses. "Please don't attack me from both sides! I'm still a virgin!"

I said softly as he played with my breasts. The student said

he glared fiercely at his classmate, and the other student stepped back slightly, no

longer stubbornly resisting the other's advances. Honestly, I felt a little sorry for him; I glanced at
him and saw an extremely disappointed and dejected expression. Really, fun and happy times always pass too quickly.
In the blink of an eye , six stops had passed, and it was time to get off. "Please let go of me! I have to go to school!" I
said, blushing, to the owner of that greedy hand. "So soon we have to part?" he said, looking disappointed. "If only you were
my girlfriend," he added. "There's a chance," I said. But I really have to get off the bus now.

I hope we'll have a chance to

meet again. He rubbed my arm a few more times before reluctantly letting go and getting off. Walking along a short path,

the gate of my new school immediately came into view. Now, a gust of cold wind calmed me down considerably.
Thinking of that student from earlier, I couldn't help but laugh. With that weasel-faced look, dreaming of me being his girlfriend? He's
dreaming too much! He's a shrimp trying to eat swan meat! The moment I stepped into the school gate, I could imagine
many boys turning into a swarm of bees, waiting for me after school. If I'm lucky enough,
I might even become their goddess, the new school beauty!

But I wonder if there are any other beautiful girls who will become my competitors.

Thinking like this, I unconsciously... Then I went to the sports field on campus

(2) Back to campus

The environment of the new campus is very beautiful. There is a large sports field with lush green grass and trees everywhere. However, as soon as

I stepped into the school gate, I felt a strange atmosphere. Although I don’t know why, that strange
feeling seemed to have permeated the air and every inch of soil. No matter what, I couldn’t get rid of it. I saw a
large group of boys playing basketball, while many girls were already studying hard with their books on the first day of the new semester. I think

this is what makes me feel a little out of place. Because I was really high from being flirted with by that ugly student brother

, and there were still more than 20 minutes before class started, I decided to find a way
to solve . Excuse me, I am new here. Can you tell me where the toilet is? I walked to the edge of
the sports field and asked a girl standing there. She turned around, and I could see clearly that she was wearing the same
super short school skirt as me. Her breasts were even larger than my 33C, conservatively estimated to be at least 35D. They
bulged out of the school skirt, not only pushing up the skirt and the school badge, but also the police
badge attached to it. In the early autumn sunlight, the police badge shone brightly, emitting a dazzling bright yellow.
If possible, I must try to get a police badge post later. I thought it would be very beautiful to wear such a

police

badge on my chest.

The female police officer smiled slightly and answered kindly: You walk forward along the sports field, go up one floor,

turn right, and you'll find the women's restroom. Thank you. Following her
directions , I checked all the stalls to make sure no one was there. After confirming no one was there, I chose the cleanest one
, went inside, locked the door, and then gracefully squatted on the rubber mat. I remember when I was little,
my mother taught me: If you want to be a lady, you should try to maintain elegance even when you urinate. While keeping this doctrine in
mind , I pulled up my school skirt, which was already as short as it could go, by 3 inches, and then pulled the bottom down to my knees
to check the sanitary napkin inside. Ah, what a mess, it was soaking wet again. I had to change it. Another waste of $3.8.

I feel sorry for those African residents. We city dwellers are so wasteful. Then, I
took out , and with a very nervous heart, I carefully took out my
treasure—a virgin vibrator. Yes, I don't deny it. I am actually a very lewd girl. Since 1990,
When I was two, I was doing a big house cleaning when I accidentally peeked into a pornographic magazine my dad had in a drawer. Reading
articles about sex sparked my curiosity. So, after starting elementary school, I began accepting advances from
boys , almost without hesitation, as long as they were good-looking and their grades weren't too bad. However, because
we were still young, and I was worried about being pregnant, and the boys were
generally well-behaved, they didn't dare to do anything inappropriate. Therefore, I remained a virgin and didn't truly understand what sex was. Of course, holding hands and kissing were
normal, but I think it was a far cry from the real feeling of penetration. Until one day, I saw this virginity wand in a sex shop in
a shopping mall basement. That day was truly unforgettable.
Because of this tool, I experienced what I think was almost penetration-like pleasure. I still remember how the salesperson enthusiastically
promoted the benefits of this virginity wand to me. I was so shy that I left without paying. He confidently said that
as long as , and I wasn't worried about breaking my hymen, but I always had this concern. So every time I did this
babbling, besides experiencing an irresistible pleasure that I wanted to last forever
, I couldn't help but feel nervous and uneasy. Mom, I'm sorry, it seems I'll never be a
true lady. With a guilty conscience, I inserted the phallus into my vagina, thinking of
my father and mother who died tragically in a traffic accident, while carefully savoring the sensations coming from my lower body. The pleasure , a mix
of sensations and ticklishness, was so intense that I couldn't help but abandon all decorum and moan softly.
At the same time, my other hand began to caress my breasts, which were a little sore from being constricted by my school skirt. It wasn't just flattery
; they were so soft and elastic. High, so high, very high,

so incredibly high…

I felt my body gradually losing weight, as if drifting through space, floating lightly, flying further and further away…

My consciousness also began to blur.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly...

bang, bang...

a loud knocking sound

rang out. Is someone here? Cleaning the toilet? A female voice said. At first, I didn't realize
what , but after she repeated it loudly three times, reason gradually pulled me back to reality. Ah, I finally remembered
that I was at school, not in my bed at home. Oh, the bell... bell, the school bell also rang at the same moment.
OK, so fast! Please wait! I said loudly to the ungrateful cleaning lady who came out.
Still not satisfied, I reluctantly pulled out my virginity and put a brand new towel on the bottom. I used toilet paper to wipe away
the water that had flowed down my thighs, and rubbed my vulva vigorously a few times, hoping to temporarily stop the itching and cough.
I hoped that this would stop the cough. I packed my things as quickly as possible and then walked out of the toilet. However, I knew very well
that for a lewd girl like me, this wish was hard to fulfill.

(3) Class/Good morning between same sexes

, sir I rushed into the classroom, only to find the teacher already there
and everyone seated.

I hesitated, standing at the door. Just then, a voice called softly, "Hey!" I looked
around and saw a girl in the back row, with shoulder-length hair and kitten-like eyes, blinking and smiling at me.

She was a very pretty girl

. However, boys, don't get too excited yet, because (I'm not lying), although she was a

pretty girl, she was still a ways off from me—the difference between a 9.75 and a 9.43. Usually,
girls, when they see another girl, will immediately… That is, rating her own opponents. I believe she did the same in private.

Hello ,

I smiled at her.

"Hi, my name is Yang Gongru," she said softly and gently.

That feeling was that of a girl with impeccable manners.

I glanced at the very crowded classroom; there weren't many empty seats left. Her attitude was so friendly, so

without thinking, I quickly sat down next to her. Girls usually
make . After introducing ourselves, we quickly became acquainted, talking about everything from family matters to entertainment. Now,
I will be dispatching the car and boat... As the application form was being presented, a very charming male voice spoke. It was like receiving an alien radio wave;
my entire nervous system was utterly shaken. I immediately looked towards the source of the voice and found that standing in front of the blackboard
wasn't some old, decrepit, frail, balding geezer, but a
very handsome young teacher, a true Tonkinese! I was overjoyed. At that moment, I began to feel grateful to my uncle for
choosing this school for me. My mind raced, and soon I had come up with at least 11 ways to
seduce this lovely male teacher. (Everyone check...) Checking the documents in my hand, there were six in total. The teacher then said in his lovely
voice, "However, he was so radiant, like a comet. Now, looking at him, I could hardly even 　　hear

his voice. 　　Please stand up, everyone." He suddenly said, 　　"Wow, he's so polite. 　　If he were my boyfriend..." 　　I stood up with the whole class, and I don't know if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but I noticed something strange. Every female classmate 　　was wearing the same super short school skirt as me, some even shorter than mine, you could clearly see her underwear, and the longest one showed 1/3 of her underwear. 3. Most girls felt awkward and naturally covered their private parts with their hands. However, the school skirts were so tight that they revealed the curves of every breast without reservation, causing the boys to constantly cast lecherous glances at us. Although I liked being looked at, in order to maintain my innocent image, I joined the other girls, acting awkward and shy. 　　The teacher then said that in order to improve everyone's future competitiveness in society, the school's usual practice was to group boys girls together so they could get used to being in an environment with the opposite sex. Many girls objected to this arrangement, with Gongru's reaction being the most vehement: "Teacher, I used to go to an all-girls school, and I don't think I can sit with boys." She raised her hand in protest, speaking in a gentle but firm voice. The moment she opened her mouth, she became the focus of the entire class. The boys, in particular, were quite unabashed, staring intently at her school uniform (of course, at her chest and thighs). To be honest, while her breasts weren't large, they were well-proportioned, and in her school uniform, she still had a very youthful, schoolgirl feel. Perhaps because she had always only interacted with girls, she felt very embarrassed and uneasy under their gazes, her face flushed red like a ripe apple. The teacher approached, intending to say something to her, probably to comfort her . However, as he stood before us, he suddenly said to me: "Hey girl, could you take the lead and find a male classmate to be your friend?" She then gave me an irresistibly bright smile. I thought to myself, "The school really knows how to handle this. They've got a handsome guy as a 'sir.' How are we girls supposed to resist him?" He probably saw that I was pretty, had a pure and innocent appearance, and seemed like a good girl, so he started with me. Surely he doesn't know I'm a promiscuous girl who just wants to sit with boys , 　　and he's deliberately coming up to me to ask me. 　　I hesitated slightly . 　　The boys all looked expectant. Gong Ru had just stolen the spotlight. If I wanted to win the title of school beauty 　　, I had to win over those boys first. After thinking it over, I decided I had to use some extraordinary methods. 　　So I steeled myself, walked to the front row, stopped in front of a boy who looked friendly, and 　　then 　　loudly proclaimed: My name is Annie Yi. I'm of mixed race, half Japanese. You can also call me Nakama Yoshie . Nice to meet you. My name is Murakami Shunpei. Both my parents are Japanese. I hope we can become good friends . Then, a round of encouraging applause rang out. We were deeply moved by the coincidence that everyone had Japanese ancestry. He was also very nice. After sitting down and chatting for a short while, there was no barrier between us. Seeing that someone had taken the lead, the other female students' resistance cooled down a bit. Finally, under the herd mentality, everyone found their own seats. Coincidentally, the number of boys and girls was the same, so the whole class was paired up into 20 couples. Because Gongru became my friend, she chose the seat behind me. But unfortunately, the boy next to her was ugly and looked very lewd. After Gongru sat down, he stared at her chest for a moment without looking away, as if he wanted to see through her.

Today, she was wearing something that looked like a bra of a certain color, making her quite embarrassed. Just then, the teacher came over again,

smiling at me and saying,

"You helped me earlier, so I've chosen you and Junping as class monitors. Could you please help me distribute these student records?"

He

then gave each of us a class monitor badge

. Finally, I got my wish and had a pretty badge to wear. But strangely, I

couldn't get the pin fastened properly, no matter how hard I tried. "You're such a silly girl, right? "

Junping

suddenly snatched the badge from my hand. Before I could react, he pressed it against my firm, full

breasts

and slowly fastened it to my left lapel. My face instantly turned red. I'm such a big girl, and I've never let a man touch
my breasts before. Instinctively, I wanted to yell at him, but seeing his friendly smile, I couldn't bring myself to be angry. I thought, "Never
mind, he probably didn't mean it."

We distributed the student records to each desk.

"Classmates!" the teacher said loudly again. Because the school needs to store the data in the computer, this student

record must be returned after the break... Ring ring, the class bell rang again, and all the students rushed out of
the classroom . The teacher's voice was drowned out by the noise. As soon as I stepped out of the classroom, I saw the female

police officer from before

. "Are you looking for the toilet again?" she asked with a smile. "

Yes," I said. "

Just now, when I was stamping the class monitor's badge, Junping's finger brushed against my chest, and it felt so uncomfortable.

I needed

to take care of myself. Having this female police officer to lead the way is exactly what I wanted. At least I won't get lost. You
know, we're actually in the same class," she told me. "But there were so many people just now, you didn't recognize me at first
, did you?

You handled it very well."

She added as we walked

. Did you know that Junping has always been a top student and a key member of the school basketball team?

He's always been the object of many girls' affections. This time, you, a transfer student, beat him to it, and many female classmates are
itching to get him, their eyes are even red with envy! Wow, they didn't even realize they'd found a gem! It seems I have
to step up my game and think of a way to keep Junping. Okay, they must be really angry with me.
Although I felt extremely sweet inside, I pretended to be very worried and asked. Lady Luck should favor beautiful women. She led me
around left and right . The structure of this school building is really complicated. You're so pretty, they were no match for you anyway.
You're just getting what you deserve, so don't worry about it. Hearing her say that, I was really happy.
It's here. Soon, we arrived at a women's restroom. I went in, and she followed me in. Oh no! With her there,
I couldn't continue my baby-talking time. I was thinking about how to get her to leave,
but then I decided to pretend to pee and leave. Suddenly, she slammed the door shut and locked it. "Don't worry," she
said, suddenly transforming into a little fox. "This women's restroom is rarely used. We can
play we want. What do you want?" I said naturally, cautiously. "I know what you did in the restroom before class.
" She said, "Ah, no, ar,

she actually knows about this shameful thing

!" My face instantly turned red. "

I know, you wanted it again, that's why you came to the restroom." She took a step forward and pressed against me. "Don't

deny it, don't be embarrassed

." "No… I… I don't know how to respond." "Don't

worry, leave everything to me. I'll make you feel so good," she said. By this time, I was backed

against the wall, with nowhere to retreat, and her hand was already on my breasts.

She lovingly caressed my breasts.

"Wow, so soft, so elastic," she praised. "Are you still a virgin?" I blushed and nodded.

Although a school skirt blocked my view, I could still clearly feel the touch of her fingers on my breasts. "

You know what?" she continued, "This school uniform was
designed

The purpose is to maximize the beauty of our figures, so it's not only shorter than other schools' skirts, but
the chest design is also particularly tight and form-fitting, showing off our curves without any trace." After
she said that, and looking at the school skirt I was wearing, I couldn't help but feel like a slut.
"And this MPS badge," she said, reciting history, "it's said to stimulate boys' sexual desire.
Haven't you noticed that many men stare at this badge on our clothes?" We ate at the same table,
each absorbed in our own thoughts. I was enjoying myself and didn't pay attention to what she was saying. Her caressing technique was excellent. Suddenly,
she started licking my school badge with her tongue. This was so abrupt. Seeing her licking my chest, her saliva soaking
my entire badge, I was suddenly overwhelmed by a deep sense of shame, and my whole body
trembled slightly with excitement. She glanced at me, then showed a very satisfied expression. Then, with her other
hand, she moved to attack my unprotected and defenseless genitals. Of course, she didn't stop caressing my chest.
While reaching down to remove my underwear, she exclaimed, "Wow, so much water! I knew you needed it!" She said excitedly, "
Look, the whole sanitary napkin is wet, it's practically overflowing!" She teased me. I felt
embarrassed and tried to suppress my excitement. I felt excited, but my body wouldn't obey me. Instead, it gradually got hot, and
somehow, I felt an increasing urge to be violated by her.

That's how girls are.

Oh well, we're all girls, and I'm not afraid of getting pregnant, so I decided to go for it and give her my first time

(don't misunderstand, I mean my first sexual encounter).

As if she wanted to make me crave more, she first drew circles on my vulva with her fingers, but didn't insert them.

My genitals naturally moved closer to her fingers, but her fingers skillfully avoided
the places It was so awful; she was seducing me but not satisfying me. I almost went crazy, wildly grabbing at her
short, chic hair. "If you want boys to conquer you, you have to let them know you like being conquered by them." She
bit my nipple like she was sucking on a breast, telling me, "Remember, the key is to be sexy."
She even wanted to give me a sex education lesson. I was a virgin and didn't know how to be sexy at all. My only...
I knew that under her manipulation, I was on the verge of collapse. I didn't know if I was in heaven or hell. Finally,
with great difficulty, she inserted her finger, and I couldn't help myself. She groaned softly. Compared to herself,
her movements were much bolder. Perhaps because she no longer worried about breaking her hymen, she kept pulling in and out,
digging left and right with her fingers. Maybe because I was still a virgin, my vagina naturally tightened, and her fingers

made me very itchy.

During this time, I gradually reached orgasm.

I felt that my lower body was secreting a lot of water. Her fingers even made a

slapping sound as they went in and out. The slapping sound, combined with her rhythmic caresses on my chest, made me feel an
unprecedented pleasure, much stronger than before. I felt weak all over, and my legs began to go limp, while orgasms
came one after another. My body gradually lost its balance. Although it felt incredibly good, the last
bit of rationality told me that I had to end this game immediately because I was about to fall. I twisted my lower body,
trying to get her fingers to leave. However, she seemed to have ulterior motives, constantly tracking my lower body with her fingers and even
increasing the speed of her thrusts. This was too much! Wasn't it supposed to be a gentle touch?

Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer. She was thrusting into me so hard that I could only support my weight with her fingers.

I was so high that I couldn't think straight. My head and genitals felt like they were about to split apart. In my daze,
I only heard myself shout "Stop!" four or five times. After that, she finally made a desperate attempt to hit me. She thrust
wildly a few times before stopping. After she let go, I felt like a puppet with its strings cut, so tired that I collapsed on
the ground. "You're really cute." She didn't come to help me up, but walked to
the sink Let's play again next time." She washed her hands, tidied her slightly messy school skirt and
hair in front of the mirror, smiled at me, and then cruelly abandoned me and left alone. Watching her slowly
receding figure, I really didn't know whether to be angry or to cry.

(4) The Beginning of the Abuse

Because I fell on the toilet floor earlier, my pretty school skirt got a little dirty. It took me a while to

clean the stains with water, so the bell had already rung when I entered the classroom. As soon as I entered the classroom, I was immediately startled by
a new and strange sight. I saw that it was packed with people, and almost all the girls
were standing up and lining up. Their purpose in lining up was to get to the blackboard. "You Hui, who was being beaten, is
standing at the end of the line," Gong Ru whispered to me. "Did you fill out that student record form? It's really hard to fill out, all in
advanced English. If you don't, you'll get your hands slapped, it's awful!" she said, making a bitter face. She

stretched out her hand and raised it even higher. The man in front of the blackboard shouted and slapped... Two loud slaps came, 　　the sound of

iron ruler hitting flesh. 　　I saw the girl who was hit look extremely pained. 　　The teacher had changed. Now standing in front of the blackboard wasn't that handsome Tom Cruise Sir, but... 　　a dark-skinned, very large man, his hands thicker than my ankles, like a beast that had undergone military training. 　　Damn it, I was just playing with the disciplinary officer and didn't take anything seriously. Student record? Forgot all about it! 　　Looks like I'm doomed. He's our school's dean of students. Gongru then said to me, "You two, come out here!" The discipline director yelled at Gongru and me , "You two are so rude!" So we had to go in front of him. He roared again, "You two, you're even more daring than when you're being punished! Hold on to your words , and stretch out your hands, make sure they're straight! 　　" Gongru timidly stretched out her hand. 　　But I glanced at the stack of student records on the table and noticed they were divided into two stacks. The boys' stack was in Chinese. Faced 　　with this double standard, I was furious and shouted, "Director, I want to protest!" 　　The discipline director looked like he didn't believe there could be such a daring student. 　　I continued, "The student records are in both Chinese and English, which is clearly gender discrimination. Now you want to hit us girls, which 　　is even more illegal. As far as I know, the Education Department has already established a law strictly prohibiting corporal punishment of us girls." 　　I said confidently . 　　He looked me up and down a few times. " 　　 Okay, are you the class monitor?" He said, "If you have any complaints, you can come with me to see the principal." 　　Like the other girls, they whispered amongst themselves, all timid kittens, preferring to avoid trouble rather than risk a beating. Only Gongru stood up, her expression resolute. " 　　Go ahead," she said. 　　"I knew I was right, this is my friend 　　." Many people believe that only boys are loyal, but actually, our friendships often 　　last longer than boys'. Although the future was uncertain, Gongru and I still left the cell with him. To be honest , I was a little scared, but I thought the worst that could happen was a few more beatings from this disciplinary monster; surely he wouldn't lure us to a place where we'd be raped? After navigating Go in!" he commanded. "Open the door!" Inside, it was pitch black; we couldn't see anything. I was starting to doubt myself and wanted to turn back, but the door slammed shut 　　and was locked from the outside. 　　"Ah!" Gongru 　　 cried out. Calm down. In the darkness, I reached out and put my arm around her shoulder, trying to calm her 　　down while simultaneously calming myself. My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. He'd locked us up here; I wondered what his purpose was. Gongru seemed terrified. Sincerity was evident, and I was no different. Yet, I forced myself to remain calm and said, " 　　n..." Don't worry, he wouldn't dare do anything to us. This is a society governed by law. 　　Actually, I don't even believe this myself. I was about to say something more when suddenly a 　　whiff of chloroform wafted from the ceiling. I felt something was wrong, but my thinking ability had been taken away, and I just passed out. 　　I was awakened by a sharp pain. A 　　sharp pain shot through my wrist. 　　My consciousness wasn't fully awake, it was somewhat blurry, but I felt my body suspended in the air, like a swing 　　, my feet floating. Was I awake, or was I in a nightmare? However, the intense pain told me this wasn't a dream. I tried to put my feet on the ground, but even with all my strength, I could only touch the ground with my toes; my soles were still suspended in the air. Even so, the pain in my wrist was finally relieved, because at least I could temporarily...

Supporting my entire weight on my toes, I tried to open my eyes. There seemed to be a faint light overhead. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I
saw a large mirror on the farthest wall opposite the room—the kind you often see in dance schools.
My reflection appeared in it, and I could vaguely make out the image of a female student in a school uniform. At that moment, I was certain
I was being tied up and suspended by ropes. But what surprised me even more was that

I

seemed to vaguely see another white figure in the mirror

. I immediately turned to my right.

About six or seven meters away, another female student, like me, was tied up and suspended high, the ropes

looping around the false ceiling. Looking at her, I could better imagine what I looked like. Oh
no! I cried out in my mind—it's Gongru!

My mind wasn't fully clear just now, and I had completely forgotten her existence.

We were both drugged with chloroform.

Although the light was dim and I couldn't see her clearly, judging by her figure and my intuition, I

was certain that she was Gong Ru. Perhaps because she was weaker, I woke up faster than her.
Suddenly, a bright light came from the ceiling, and I couldn't see anything for a moment, only a white blur.
Tears After about two or three seconds, my vision returned to normal, and I saw... It was that

gorilla-

like discipline master!

And he was only wearing black underwear!

I instantly understood. He had orchestrated everything; he was the mastermind behind this incident. How could he be

so despicable and shameless, using such a low-down method to deal with two unarmed female students?
You bastard! Gorilla, let me go! I was burning with rage, ignoring the fact that the enemy was stronger than me, and just kept
shouting, " The net of heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it. You can't escape; you will definitely be brought to justice, right?" The gorilla
smiled disdainfully, walked over, and forcefully lifted my chin with his irregularly muscular hand,
turning it left and right, then said, "Very good. I love disciplining beautiful and stubborn girls like you." He
then grabbed my breast with the school badge on it, vigorously rubbing it a few times before saying... What a thorny rose

!

Humiliated like this, I blushed and was speechless. Just then, the door opened, and I saw another person

enter—it was Mr. Tom Cruise! "Teacher, help!" I cried out. My toes were already a little weak; if I were
hung like this any longer, I wouldn't be able to hold on. Mr. Tom Cruise was undoubtedly a lifeline for me. However, he
seemed to have suddenly gone deaf, pretending not to hear me. He walked over to the discipline master and
handed him a thick stack of documents. Then, the two whispered to each other, as if discussing something. Oh, so they were in
cahoots ! My cunning teacher

! No wonder people say cunning boys have no conscience!

Then, Mr. Tom Cruise (hereinafter referred to as Mr. Cruise) walked up to Gongru's face and pushed her towards him.

It turned out there were pulleys on the false ceiling, and some other similar... The curtain track was used, and then Sir picked
up a water tap from the floor (oh, this room is really well-equipped), turned it on, and a powerful jet of water 　　shot straight

at Gong Ru. 　　Water splashed onto me at the same time. 　　Under the violent impact of the water jet, Gong Ru gradually woke up. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" She wasn't 　　fully conscious yet, just instinctively crying out. 　　But Sir finally turned off the tap. 　　Gong Ru was now truly soaked. 　　Her school skirt was completely drenched, her hands were hanging up, and her nipples and pubic hair were clearly visible through the wet skirt. Her　　head drooped limply to one side, her eyes unfocused, staring at something in front of her. Damn it, they had taken off our bras and panties without us noticing! "Hey, you two, listen to me !" the gorilla shouted. This is a letter of authorization from your parents to our school, authorizing us to conduct sexual discipline and corporal punishment on you. The degree of abuse you will suffer will be determined according to your parents' wishes. Oh, what is he saying? Is he just bad-mouthed or am I deaf? This authorization letter is fake; there's no way this could happen. It's all fabricated. My uncle would never do this to me. Sir, please don't go along with him. Turn back before it's too late! I shouted loudly, and immediately received a slap from the gorilla 　　. He used a lot of force; I was in so much pain my teeth were practically chattering. "You'd better behave and listen to me; that way you'll 　　suffer 　　less," Sir said coldly. At that moment, I finally saw what a beast in human clothing 　　truly was. He was only wearing a shirt and trousers, just like the discipline master... A black triangular under, and then, 　　seemingly out of nowhere, 　　a 　　wheeled experimental table was pushed into the room. Looking around, I noticed many strange things that only appeared during torture: an X-shaped torture rack, a large birdcage-shaped standing cage, a giant saddle, a tiger's claw, whips, knee braces (the kind used in the past in England specifically to punish female students), and various handcuffs, footcuffs, and chains… The experimental table was also filled with various strange tools whose names I didn't know, but clearly, these were all used to torture girls. He took out two ping-pong ball-like objects , only with many small round holes, and a leather belt. He wore an expert's face, like a good teacher in class, and explained to us… "This is a gag," he said. "It can be used to plug your cute little mouths. You girls always love to talk too much. If all that's left are sweet moans, this would be a perfect masterpiece, especially for two pretty 　　girls 　　like you." He went to Gongru's side first, trying to force the gag in. However, Gongru 　　resisted 　　unconsciously, 　　turning her head left and right. Tang Sir showed no mercy, grabbing her chin with one hand and squeezing her nose with the other. Unable to breathe, Gongru had no choice but to open her mouth. Tang Sir took this opportunity to shove that terrifying thing into her mouth and tighten the belt behind her head to secure it. Oh, no... don't... 　　 He did the same to me. I didn't feel anything when I saw Gongru being tortured, but when this huge thing...

It was indeed stuffed into my mouth, and it was incredibly uncomfortable and painful. Boys probably can't imagine how it forcibly
spreads your upper and lower jaws for a long time, rubbing your tongue with its uneven surface, and how
the pain of having your mouth pulled open to the sides by the belt is kind of cute. Tang Sir also said that it

just so happens to match 　　their 　　belts. He was probably talking about how the

gag 　　and our belts were both bright red. 　　But I didn't care what color school skirt went well with what color belt, or 　　what color belt should go with what color school badge. Besides, this gag was clearly a torture device, and he was using it as a matching accessory. Was he mentally ill? Should he put an M416 on them? "That discipline 　　chief 　　asked. 　　No need to elaborate, he's asking for our opinion." 　　Tom Sir replied , "Yes." 　　The gorilla took two syringes from a briefcase 　　. Tom Sir took them, disinfecting the needles with alcohol and a lighter, while simultaneously acting as an expert, and a 　　historian at that. "This is a female hormone developed by the US government during the Vietnam War, specifically to deal with North Vietnamese female spies. Because they were all rigorously trained, extracting intelligence from them was extremely difficult. A clever officer had scientists invent this powerful aphrodisiac, injecting it into the female prisoners. When they were injected with this drug, their breasts would rapidly enlarge, and their genitals would desperately need male sexual stimulation to balance their endocrine system and counteract the drug's effects. It's said that many female prisoners died from sexual frustration and unsatisfied desires, even though they were raped by more than 20 men all night like comfort women." He added with a lewd smile. However, you can rest assured that since we are only training you , and the authorization letter states that we will not cause you permanent harm, the amount of medication we use is very small. However, in order to train you into lovely sex angels and help you discover your hidden female instincts, this is a last resort. Furthermore, to make you suffer more, a drug to keep your mind clear has been mixed in. Feel it with your bodies! I never imagined that a handsome guy could have such an evil smile on his face. After saying this, he walked over, grabbed my breasts without a word, and then used... The needle plunged in instantly, and I felt an intense pain . My mouth was gagged, so I couldn't speak, only able to groan, "ar, ar, ar ." It was cruel; they even deprived me of the right to scream in pain. On the other side, I heard Gongru's scream. 　　I felt the pain even more intensely. 　　"Gongru, it's my fault for dragging you down. It took you so long to finish the injection," Tang Sir pulled out the needle, then... 　　He grabbed my breasts and caressed them for a while. The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure was quite strange, even more exciting than usual caresses. "Little slut, enjoy it!" Tang Sir chuckled lewdly . "Stop pretending. Being humiliated in such a neat school uniform, there's no reason why you're not sexy enough . It's always been you schoolgirls whose underdeveloped breasts are so easy to hold, so bouncy. I didn't expect you to be so clever and cunning. Not only are you beautiful, but you're also a natural-born dairy cow." Hearing these lewd words with a hint of admiration in his tone, and then being caught and played with by him on my grandmother, I felt ashamed. Every tiny vein in my face was dilated, yet I actually felt pleasure. So I didn't know how to refute him. However, my mouth was gagged with a gag, so I couldn't speak, and there was no need to explain further. 　　I don't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate 　　. It was so painful; I actually felt pleasure. I even hated myself a little. Just then, the 　　discipline director (perhaps he had already tormented Gongru enough) came over and said to Tang Sir, "Hey, stop playing. There are other female students to discipline." Tang Sir seemed unsatisfied, rubbing and rubbing before 　　finally letting 　　go 　　of my breasts. 　　It turned out there were other girls suffering too. 　　The discipline director comforted me, saying he'd play with them properly when we got back. " 　　 And you, this stubborn little flower, I'll soon show you what respect for teachers is." The discipline director 　　turned around again, grinning wickedly at me. "I'll make you regret being born a woman he said, his expression arrogant. "Let's go!" he commanded, like a true superior. He opened the door, and Sir followed him out. As they left, a strange, 　　loud noise 　　suddenly came from the ceiling. 　　The pulleys moved automatically, dragging Gongru and me, feet and all, to the large mirror on the wall. The lights were brighter here, and in the mirror, we clearly saw our masochistic and ugly state. However, strangely enough, I felt a very incongruous, sexy, and eerie beauty in this image. The visual stimulation of being bound like this was truly beautiful, as if our bodies existed solely to be bound by men. Perhaps the drugs in our bodies had taken effect, creating this illusion. 　　I don't know 　　. At this moment... All I knew was that escape was impossible; we could only endure this torture in this 　　sealed room built of large gray stones. Time seemed to stand still. Watching myself being abused in the mirror, dressed in my neat school uniform, was utterly shameful. My strength was rapidly fading; my toes had lost the power to support my entire body. Yet, if I relaxed my toes even slightly, all my strength would concentrate in my hands, causing excruciating pain in my wrists. My wrists and fingers were already numb with pain. To make matters worse, my mouth was gagged, preventing me from shouting . Releasing this pent-up 　　feeling was incredibly painful. I heard Gongru let out a low 　　groan through the gag. 　　She had finally fully woken up 　　. I turned my head and looked at her. Because of the gag in my mouth, I could only do what she did. A series of strange 　　noises filled the air. 　　A very strange image appeared 　　. I saw her shaking her head, trying to express something, but a stream of drool 　　flowed like a waterfall from the small hole in the gag in her mouth, dripping onto the MPS school badge on her chest, her school skirt soaked, and her hair completely wet.

The school badge, smeared with saliva, added a touch of grotesque beauty to her, a beauty that seemed to invite humiliation. But what was most shameful was
knowing that I was now exactly like her, my mouth gagged, unable to swallow, my throat
parched , feeling as if slashed by a sharp knife. The ropes were tightly bound, suspending me high. We could only
endure the pain in our hands and feet, letting time slowly pass. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly Gongru violently twisted her hips,
struggling desperately. At the same time, I felt my uterus and breasts burning, an intense itching, like insects
crawling from my nipples and vagina. To reduce the itching, I tried to imitate Gongru, squeezing my legs together and swaying my body.
But whether it was an illusion or not, I felt my breasts rapidly growing larger.

The already tight school skirt became even tighter, tighter and tighter. I looked down and was astonished to find the MPS

school

badge slowly being pushed upwards by my growing breasts, at a 50-degree angle towards the ceiling. 60, 70, 75…

An 85

-degree

angle.

It had swelled to an unbelievable degree.

Even through the surface of the school uniform, one could see breasts swollen to the size of a $5 coin. Because of the tight belt,

there wasn't much space inside the school skirt to begin with; the two breasts were squeezed together, even rubbing against each other, trying to deform to
fit the skirt. It was so painful from the compression that I could hardly breathe; breathing became difficult.

My consciousness, however, was controlled by the drugs, becoming unusually clear.

I fully experienced all the sensations the teacher wanted to inflict on me.

It was a truly bizarre sensual stimulation; pain constantly shot through my wrists and toes along nerve pathways, while

my breasts and genitals inexplicably and betrayally produced pleasure.

I finally understood what sadomasochism was.

I remembered before... On the sidewalk, a group of girls were secretly discussing pornographic films in the restroom. One girl told

me that many men use sadomasochistic (SM) techniques to make their wives or girlfriends more gentle and
submissive. Unlike ordinary abuse, sadomasochistic methods are often designed specifically for girls' bodies. The purpose is not only to make

us

feel pain, but also to use humiliation to force us into submission. Perhaps it's a little ridiculous, but while enduring this kind of abuse,
I actually felt a sense of "ah, I finally understand that I am a girl, a feeling I can't deny even if I want to." That
dead discipline master was right; I really regret and hate being a girl. I looked towards Gongru's side and saw... Her
movements became increasingly exaggerated, her enlarged breasts bulging high, supporting the MPS school badge. However,
I realized that the more she struggled, the greater the excitement and pain became. I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror;
due to her larger breasts, her waist appeared relatively slender, making her look even better in her school uniform

. And the way she desperately twisted her breasts was incredibly sexy.

Adding to this, I couldn't help but let out moans of "ar... oh..." Just then, a softer

beam of light shone in. The door opened again, and Sir and the head of discipline finally returned. I knew they must
have even more new and lewd tricks up their sleeves. You've really exhausted us from all this torture. I just want to end this as soon as possible.
What other lewd tricks do you have? Use them on me now!

At worst, I'll just die like this.

18 years later... no, at most 6 or 7 years later, I'll be a beautiful woman again. This isn't self-praise. When I was little

, I was a famous, lovable little girl. Everyone knew I was a beauty in the making:
big , a high nose, long black hair, thick willow-leaf eyebrows, straight, shiny black
hair, and flawless, snow-white skin. The neighborhood aunties loved to tease me, and my parents treated me like
their little princess. Good heavens! They probably never imagined their little darling would be sexually abused like this. I groaned
loudly , my whole body trembling. The gorilla stepped forward, said nothing, glanced at me, and suddenly
grabbed my breasts tightly with both hands. He first spread his hands into a V-shape between his index finger and thumb, then pinched my
nipples, forcefully pulling down my enlarged breasts, then pushing them upwards and inwards,
repeating It wasn't because of pain or disgust, but because my breasts, which had accumulated a lot of pressure, were suddenly being
caressed, it felt so good that I couldn't help but moan. Although he was very strong, and it did hurt me a lot, the more
it hurt, the stronger the pleasure I got. Just as I closed my eyes, completely enjoying it,

he suddenly stopped all his movements .

I immediately opened my eyes and stared at him.

He seemed to see through my thoughts, grinning lewdly, and said, "Little slut, enjoying it, aren't you?" He

pinched my chin with his index finger and thumb, lifting my head. He was truly a natural-born abuser, perfect material for being trained as a sex slave.
I was embarrassed because I was actually deriving pleasure from his manipulation, and to make matters worse, he exposed me. What was even more hateful was that
my body was craving his continued caresses and manipulations,

yet he deliberately kept me hanging

. Then, he turned to violate Gongru. Gongru was desperately trying to avoid Tang Sir's hands, but she

couldn't retreat in any direction because she was bound by ropes, and her toes weren't long enough to leave her spot. She could only
twist her body, shake her head, and shed tears, accepting this cruel reality. The gorilla moved behind her, grabbed her
waist, and suddenly pulled out his black underwear, took out his male organ, and
rubbed it vigorously on Gongru's buttocks. The organ was huge, quite frightening, about 7 or 8 inches. It was the first time I had
ever truly seen a male organ. Gongru twisted her buttocks... She tried to avoid it, but it was to no avail. Instead, it seemed as if she was

posing lewdly to provoke men.

Tang Sir attacked her breasts and

kissed her neck and face. Besieged on all sides

, Gongru let out moans that were hard to tell whether she was enjoying it or disgusting.

Watching her being violated, I felt ashamed, but I was also aroused. My lower body grew hotter

and hotter .

A secret desire arose in my mind to be violated by them together.

Ar, ar, ng, ng… Gongru’s moans became more and more beautiful, and I couldn’t help but moan lewdly. 　　It was the drugs acting up,

I 　　told myself. 　　Suddenly, I saw Tang Sir holding a knife. 　　In the blink of an eye, Gongru’s school uniform was torn from the right breast. 　　Her huge breasts immediately struggled and jumped out from the tight school skirt.

A look of relief flashed across Gongru's face. Her large

breasts, red and purple from the immense pressure, with bulging veins, were now exposed. Sir stopped caressing her,

but the gorilla, as if on cue, took out two large wine glasses from his briefcase. Sir

placed one glass under Gongru's nipple with one hand, and with the other, he mimicked the action of squeezing milk, first
pressing inwards on her breast, then clamping the nipple and pulling outwards with a squeezing sound. Fresh, warm human milk was
squeezed ,

drop by drop. Poured into glasses.

One glass was filled, then another.

Then, with a clinking of glasses, Tang Sir and the gorilla brazenly began

to taste Gongru's milk. Gongru was utterly ashamed; her feminine dignity had been completely trampled upon. Although her hands and feet
were bound and her mouth gagged, she still screamed incoherently, shaking her head,

hoping they wouldn't drink her milk.

The two beasts, of course, had no such intentions.

The gorilla, even more shameless, commented while sucking Gongru's milk. "It's so delicious,

fresh and pure, with a unique fragrance of a young girl," he said with a smile. "Two summer vacations have meant I
haven't had a chance to drink something this good for two months." Sir also laughed and said, "The quality of her milk seems
even better than that of last year's school beauty named Cecilia. I knew these two beauties were top-notch."
He then glanced at me. I felt embarrassed by his gaze and had to avoid it. Seeing me like this, he seemed even more smug
and smiled smugly. To show that I wouldn't succumb to their evil influence, I ignored him. However, without concentrating
on Gongru and the others, I immediately felt pain and pleasure emanating from my hands, feet, breasts, and lower body. I
couldn't possibly tell myself to concentrate on biting that gag, could I?

My breasts are so swollen and painful, they're about to burst. I really can't bear it anymore. If I

could, I'd rather they humiliate me and help me squeeze out all that excess milk.
Sir reached behind Gongru's head, unfastened the clasp, and removed the gag from her mouth. Gongru cried out loudly
, then gasped for breath! Why did they choose Gongru first and not me? Is she prettier than me
?

Why do they want me to continue suffering while she doesn't? "You all want to sexually abuse me, don't you? Come here,
torture me, torment me mercilessly!"

I'm actually a little jealous of Gongru . "

No, I don't want to study anymore, please let me go back to the orphanage!" Gongru cried loudly, shaking her head. *

Slap...* The gorilla slapped her again. Gongru

was terrified and immediately quieted down. "Do you know that once you're in our school, you're just...

a sex slave, at most a slave who makes you wear a neat school uniform. You have no right to speak. All you
need to know is how to obey." "Gongru, listen to me," Tang Sir
said gently, with deep affection. We don't mean to make things difficult for you, but here, you're a female student slave, and you
have the responsibility of a slave. You must accept training. As long as you behave, I'll try my best not to use violence, and I can even
help you discover how wonderful your body is and enjoy the pleasures of sex. Gongru was clearly
unmoved

only shaking her head in refusal . Suddenly,

the crisp sound of a whip striking flesh rang out.

Before anyone knew it, the gorilla had a two-meter-long whip in its hand. "Ah…" came

a cry that shook the heavens. Gongru's expression was extremely painful. Although the whip was applied through her school skirt and struck her
most fleshy area, one could still feel the power of the lash. "You slut, you really don't care about anything!"
the gorilla angrily said. "Do you know you should obey now?" Tang Sir asked Gongru. "Gongru, unable to resist,
could only nod helplessly. Does that mean you're willing to accept training?" He asked

again. Gongru blushed and

nodded again. Suddenly, she was whipped again.

The gorilla stared at her coldly and said, "Answer aloud, otherwise how will we know what you're thinking?" He
seemed to enjoy the pleasure of torturing others, because I saw that his genitals were already erect. Do you understand?

He asked Gongru again. "Yes...yes." With great difficulty, Gongru forced herself to utter those two words.
"Now the teacher is going to suck your breasts, do you like it?" It was Tang Sir's turn to ask again. "Do you like it?" Gongru
answered with tears in her eyes. "Would you ask the teacher to suck your breasts and taste your breasts?" "Please
play with me as much as you want, drink my milk as much as you want!" Gongru screamed hysterically. At this moment, Gongru was crying her eyes out, and
many tears dripped onto the MPS school badge. "Are you satisfied now? Is that enough?"
"She actually asked to be breastfed! She's a born slut," Tang Sir teased her. "She's perfect material for being trained as
a masochist , a natural sex slave." As he spoke, he tore off the side of Gongru's school uniform with her school badge
. Her breasts, swollen and bruised, were doomed. In the blink of an eye, milk was being squeezed from her nipples into
the wine glass. "Ah...ar...no...don't..." Gongru begged for mercy, but her face showed a look of utter
ecstasy Is it comfortable to be breastfed? Does being breastfed bring pleasure?" Sir Tang knew how to seize opportunities to ask people

these embarrassing questions.

"Ah...so good...so good," Gongru replied.

She was clearly dizzy from the pleasure she had just experienced, and didn't even know what she was saying

. They were thrusting very quickly, filling two large wine glasses with milk in the blink of an eye. When they finished, Gongru was covered in
sweat and panting heavily. Sir caressed her and sucked on her nipples, saying, "

You did very well, very sexy." He clearly didn't want to give up a single drop of Gongru's milk, wanting to suck it

all out

. "Look at how lewd you are, you must really want it. Look how wet you are down there.
If you're not sexually aroused, you're just naturally lewd. Tell me, is your hole very itchy?" He
then inserted his fingers into her body, using his obviously very skillful technique to try to arouse her sexual desire. "Do you like being
penetrated ?"

Tang Sir asked again, "Oh, ng..." Gongru didn't answer him, only muttering "Damn it!" to herself.
Tang Sir suddenly withdrew his hand and stopped thrusting. He, who hated dishonest female students the most, showed anger on his face.
He then lifted Gongru's school skirt, which was now completely torn, and pressed his lower body against her. "No!" Gongru
cried out mercy on me!!!" Actually, Gongru was just overly panicked. Tang Sir hadn't removed her underwear,
so he hadn't actually penetrated her!

"Does it feel good?" Tang Sir asked, rubbing his foreign object against Gongru's delicate lower body while kissing
the sides of her neck. "I know, you female students are the most slutty," he panted. "They usually pretend to be innocent,
but they're all very lewd." He raised his voice slightly and said, "Do you want me to penetrate you? It will feel very good
. Do you want it to feel good?" "It feels good, it feels good..." Gongru was too high, so high that she
had undoubtedly lost her mind and wanted to be penetrated. "Tang Sir is pushing his luck! He wants it! He wants to penetrate me..." Gongru
finally uttered those words that would shame every girl. Suddenly, Tang Sir stopped again and said, "Very well,
I'll grant your wish, you slut." Unexpectedly, he began to untie the rope binding Gongru. Exhausted from
the ordeal, Gongru was barely alive. As soon as the knot was untied, she collapsed to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Tang Sir took a full-length school uniform from the headmaster and threw it in
front of Gongru, saying, "

Put it on." He ordered Gongru...

It was a pure white cheongsam-style school uniform, also a very short one, with a high slit. The left side of the chest

was embroidered with the letters "MPS" in neat English letters, and the neckline was fastened with a silver triangular clasp. "
It's so hot! I don't want to wear clothes!" Gongru touched her neck and said, "It's better to have it on than to have someone penetrate me, it'll be more..."
"Okay," said Tang Sir. Gongru immediately put on her cheongsam and school skirt, her
body swaying, highlighting her S-shaped figure. Even I, a woman, felt she was incredibly alluring. "Okay,
you finally know to obey," Tang Sir said, taking another long, grimy black rope from the gorilla. "

Make fists and put them behind your back. Don't struggle," he said. Gongru struggled, but of course, she was no match for
the strength of a man. Tang Sir used the rope, clearly stained with the tears and sweat of many young girls, to forcibly grab
Gongru's hands and tie them behind her back. Then, together with the gorilla, they tied Gongru's feet to a horizontal bamboo pole, letting
her slowly enjoy herself and understand what a woman's duty truly is. "Okay," the gorilla said. Tang Sir picked up a bamboo pole about 1...
A 10-inch-long dildo, without giving Gongru enough time to adjust, was thrust in forcefully.

"Ah..." Gongru cried out.

Although I didn't know if she was a virgin, I thought even a prostitute who sleeps with anyone probably

couldn't accommodate a 10-inch length. The dildo made a strange sound and suddenly began to vibrate inside Gongru. Gongru
tried to escape such intense stimulation, her body twisting and turning, trying to force the dildo out of her lower body, but her legs were
forcibly tied to bamboo sticks and spread apart, making it impossible to close them. So she could only continue to endure this annoying violation.
Wearing a pure white school uniform, her body twisting and turning, for some reason, I always felt very sexy. Looking at Gongru like this,
I guessed that men would probably have an unusually strong feeling. "Ah, so good..." Gongru cried out.

The drug seemed to have completely destroyed her rationality.

Just then, a sound of wind breaking was heard, and a chilling leather whip appeared from somewhere

. The whip lashed down on Gongru, slap, slap, slap

—a crisp sound that sent chills down one's spine.

"Um…no…don't…" Gongru gasped as she cried out

. She dodged to the side where the whip had struck, but the whip, as if guided by a tracker

, struck her buttocks again. Gradually, the muscles in her buttocks swayed uncontrollably,
bobbing up and down irregularly like waves. The scene was bizarre; the terrifying gorilla was whipping her powerfully in a V-shape from left to right.

Suddenly, I felt someone cup my breasts from behind, rhythmically caressing them. Then I
heard Tom Sir's voice: "I know you're still conscious." "Listen, I'm going to ungag you right now," Tom Sir
said in a surprisingly gentle tone, while kissing my neck from both sides. He seemed to be most adept
at using a gentle face to do things that were worse than beasts. "As long as you personally agree to take Gongru's place in the training, I
'll release her immediately. On the contrary, we'll let you go immediately." How despicable! They actually came up with this way to torture us.

Should I sacrifice myself or betray my friends for personal gain?

I was actually facing a choice that only male and female protagonists in movies would encounter.

At this moment, Tom Sir had already begun to ungag me. I had to make a decision as soon as possible. "Please,

let Gongru go. I promise you." The moment the gag was removed, with great difficulty, I managed to utter these
words. Gongru was lured here because of me, and I absolutely cannot stand by and watch her die. What? We
couldn't hear clearly, so we spoke louder. The gorilla, whipping Gongru, asked me this while intent on utterly destroying my self-esteem
as a woman , forcing me to admit I accepted their discipline. He deliberately asked this to ease Gongru's pain as quickly as possible.
I could only say, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. Please discipline me properly so I can become a good student,"

I said, thinking of my words.

This way of speaking probably satisfied their perverse lust.

I fought against this humiliation with immense pain.

"That's right, I said I'd eventually show you what respect for your teacher is." The gorilla finally put down

the whip that had left Gongru half-dead, walked over to me, and said

with a disgusting, victorious expression on his face.

He and Tang Sir skillfully untied the ropes binding me.

I lost my balance and fell to the ground. My weight returned to my legs. Having been suspended for so long, blood

had concentrated in my lower body, causing cramps as the muscles tightened and the blood vessels dilated. "This is anti-
cramp medicine," Tang Sir said, taking out a row of pills. "As long as you obediently change into this school uniform, I'll immediately
relieve your pain," he said, tossing me a white shirt. My cramps were so painful I cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face
. I didn't care about their next schemes; I just desperately tried to put on the school uniform he was talking about with my throbbing, ligature-bound
hands I picked it up, and upon seeing it, my face instantly turned red. It was a
white, lace, long-sleeved, form-fitting garment. Rather than a school uniform, it was more like a gymnast's
leotard or a seductive, transparent undergarment. There was no skirt; instead, it resembled a swimsuit.

The unique design of this school uniform—so unique I doubt any school in the world

had ever seen—made every inch of my body's curves impossible to conceal before the men. My breasts were exaggeratedly
prominent, my nipples and pubic area contrasting sharply against the transparent white fabric, highlighting two adorable pink nipples against a patch of thick black pubic hair.

Most embarrassingly, they had also added the MPS school badge to this uniform.

I couldn't forget my identity as a female student. "

Lie down," the gorilla commanded.

I had no choice but to press my hands and feet firmly to the ground. "

Put your hands behind your back," he said.

Because I had to put my hands behind my back, I had to press my entire face against the ground. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my wrists.

They brought out another rope to tie me up.

This time they seemed to tie me particularly tightly, probably wanting me to fully experience the feeling of being disciplined.

Tang Sir then wrapped the rope around my

chest. Ah, no, they also tied my breasts with ropes that dug deep into my flesh. In the blink of an eye, my two

jade breasts became two pitiful lumps of flesh swaying in the air.

The gorilla raised my buttocks and commanded again

, "You've become their plaything!" I had no choice but to obey, raising my buttocks in a shameful posture in front of their mouths

and noses

. "What a nice butt!" the gorilla slapped my buttocks
hard and said, "A good piece of trash that deserves to be whipped severely." Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine, goosebumps rising all over my body. Suddenly, a ribbon-like
object moved across my buttocks. In the mirror, I saw a black leather

whip with a tassel-like opening in the gorilla's hand.

Guessing what they were about to do, a chill ran through me. *

Slap...

* A sharp pain shot through me; I felt as if the flesh on my buttocks was about to split open. Compared to watching them whip Gongru,

the pain of the whip striking my own body was unimaginable

. "Ah... I was in so much pain that saliva and snot were flowing from my mouth."

"Does it feel good?" The gorilla asked smugly, sliding the whip across my buttocks again. "Teacher

, please spare me!" I cried, pleading. "Please don't blame me for being weak. The pain of the whip
is unbearable for any ordinary girl. You don't respect your teacher. Do you think I'll let you off so easily?"

The gorilla, beaming, said, "I'll be a good student. Please don't hit me anymore." I said, "At most,
I'll listen to you and listen to us from now on." "You said that yourself. We didn't force
you!" the gorilla said again. "Yes, it was my own choice." I said painfully, "Very well." The gorilla said, "I
like female students who have reformed the most. Seeing that you still know how to repent, I'll reduce your lashes by ten. What's the point of ten lashes?

Ten more?" I almost fainted. "Aren't you going to thank the teacher for his favor?" The gorilla said again, "
At this moment , I finally understand what it means to be unable to live or die

."

*Slap...* Another lash.

The gorilla clearly knew a lot about torture techniques. He didn't rush to whip people wildly, but

waited until you fully experienced the power of that lash before unleashing the second lash

... *Mom...*

How strange, at this moment, I unexpectedly thought of my deceased mother. Why didn't I say thank you, teacher, for your guidance

? The gorilla continued, "You were born lewd, you must be punished properly. Don't rush, Tom Sir
came over when I was receiving my fifth lash and said, 'First, let her wear this...'

I saw he was holding a dog collar .

'Ah, no...' I cried out. Although I was being brutally disciplined, I absolutely could not accept losing my

dignity as a person. I struggled desperately, but with my hands tied behind my back, they easily put the
dog collar around my neck. 'Teacher... no... teacher,' I begged, but of course they ignored

me .

'Alright, now you've become a human-shaped dog,' Tom Sir stroked my head, as if talking to
a real puppy. Tears streamed down my face. He said, 'Don't cry, you look cute as a puppy.'
I wouldn't accept his fake comfort. Why don't you put the dog collar around your neck yourself?
Quickly bark like a dog for me!' The gorilla seemed to have discovered a new toy and said happily. I remained silent, a
silent protest."

Another whooshing sound rang out— *smack

*...

I was struck hard again.

I endured the unbearable pain, tears welling in my eyes, ignoring him. He said smugly, "We

're going to train a woman to be a dog. We've never failed." He grabbed my hair, forcing me
back to my kneeling position. "Now, this is your last chance. Are you going to play the dog or not?" the gorilla asked.

I didn't answer.

"Fine," he said. "It'll be more fun if you resist a little." His

perverted thoughts were on full display.

At the same time, Tom Sir pushed a machine out from the ceiling. Two iron rods

hung down in a grid shape along two steel wires.

Tom Sir forcefully shoved my breasts into it.

The gorilla pressed a button on the wall,

producing a faint hissing sound. Two iron rods, as thick as an arm, slowly began to close.

"Ah... Help..." I cried out in fear.

But with a "boom," the machine suddenly stopped. The two iron rods were just clamping my breasts. Tang Sir said

, "If you behave and bark like a dog, you can avoid some physical pain." I hesitated. Although I was afraid of being tortured,
I couldn't bring myself to lose my dignity and act like a dog. There were things I should and shouldn't do.

Once, while watching the TV series *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, I heard Guo Jing say this...

The terrifying hissing sound echoed again in the air.

The two iron rods slowly tightened

... Ah... my enlarged breasts were quickly flattened .

Breasts are an important part of a girl's body, just like boys' genitals.
The nerves in the breasts are directly connected to the genitals, making them extremely sensitive. As the saying goes, "pain in the ten fingers leads to the heart," and the pain suffered by the breasts is even
more intense. I immediately felt excruciating pain and almost fainted. Actually, if you boys just imagine
someone cutting off your genitals, you'll know what kind of pain that is. / It was too painful, so I had to...
Without any excruciating pressure, I screamed. Suddenly, the two iron rods started moving again—not separating, but
rolling back and forth. Under immense pressure, a warm liquid shot from my nipple.
Oh, it was my milk! I couldn't help but cry out. Even through my transparent school uniform undershirt, my milk
still splattered onto the ground. Seeing this, Tang Sir immediately rushed to my side and put his mouth on my nipple. Due to
the pressure from the iron rods, every time one rod rotated two or three times, some milk was squeezed out. My milk finally couldn't escape
its fate and fell into the mouth of that devil, Tang Sir. He sucked for a while, then said... Wa, it's so good,
fragrant and pure, so sweet and smooth, even better than the milk I just squeezed from Gongru's body. I've said it before,
the taste of a woman's milk is directly proportional to her appearance. Even though I was in excruciating pain, I still blushed because of his
words Just as I was suffering from this torment of mind and body, the gorilla came over again, pinched
my nipple with his fingers, rubbed it hard, and then pressed his stinky mouth against it. "

It's really good!" he said as he sucked.

I felt my milk being sucked dry bit by bit. Before I knew it, I fainted from pain and
shame. I don't know how long it had been, but I suddenly heard a voice calling out, "Yu Hui, Yu Hui!" My consciousness
slowly returned with the pain in my joints, head, and breasts. It was a very kind and familiar voice

...

(5) Junping, hello! (Junping's Rescue and Discipline)

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Junping's concerned face.

My face instantly turned red.

I really didn't want him to see me in such a shameful state

. Although the machine had stopped working, the two iron rods were still firmly clamped onto my breasts. "

Yu Hui, are you alright?" Junping asked with concern. I was immediately shocked to see that he was wearing the
same .

"You're in cahoots with them!" I shouted.

Remembering the humiliation that Tom Sir and the gorillas had done to me, I couldn't help but shed tears, and my breasts, which were being clamped by the iron rods,

began to ache. "Yu Hui, believe me, I'm here to save you." He seemed at a loss and

desperately tried

to explain

. "Wait for me for a moment," he said again.

In the mirror, I saw him walk to the back wall, press a few buttons, and then with a hissing sound,

the two iron rods slowly loosened!

I felt Junping grab me from behind, then he grabbed my breasts and carefully pulled them

out from between the iron bars. My face flushed. He suddenly started kissing my cheeks and neck. Because they had been clamped between the iron bars
for so long, my breasts had become two flat, fleshy lumps, a pitiful sight. Junping then began to gently and tenderly
caress my body. It was very real; after such long torment, I desperately needed
comfort . So, within two or three minutes, I was lost in Junping's caresses. "Yu Hui, I truly love you.

Please believe me," he said gently.

I think no girl in the world has ever heard a declaration of love in this situation.

Although his words were very pleasing to the ear, and his caresses made me feel very comfortable, I still didn't lose my rationality. I immediately

asked, "You're wearing the same underwear as them. Are you going to discipline and sexually abuse
me like them?

" "Yes... oh... no..." He looked flustered. "Yu Hui, can you please listen to me slowly
?"

I nestled in his arms and whispered, "Don't say anything, I'll tie your hands and your chest,
you can't resist anyway." He then released his hands from my breasts and slowly began to untie
the ropes binding me. Perhaps because I had been tied up for so long, my blood circulation was poor, so every time a rope was untied, the released
area immediately felt a sharp pain. I couldn't help but let out almost inaudible moans, "ar, ar, ar, ar."
Although I tried my best to keep my voice down, I still felt extremely ashamed to make such moans, which sounded like
I was in love, I tried my best not to look at him. After untying
all the ropes, Junping massaged my breasts, joints, and all
the places that were painfully constricted by the ropes. While massaging, he told me everything about the school. Actually, the school's predecessor was a
school that trained SM performers and AV actresses. As he spoke, he glanced at me and asked, "Do you know
what SM performers and AV actresses are?" I shook my head. Of course, I guessed some of it, but I wasn't sure if
AV actresses were the same as Japanese adult film stars. He said that because Japan has a relatively open attitude towards sex,
girls who become famous by making adult films not only don't face discrimination or blame from society, but they also
receive the same treatment and respect as regular movie stars and have a large number of fans. So for some girls from poor
families , this is a good way to ensure their livelihood. Junping then asked me, "So
do you know what SM is?" To maintain my pure image in his eyes and preserve my feminine dignity,
I pretended not to know this time, shaking my head. He hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "SM is
sadomasochism . The discipline master and the others were just sexually abusing you." Although I already knew I was worse than them in SMG
, hearing someone say they were being sexually abused still made me feel extremely ashamed, but
also a bit excited and shocked. My face flushed, and I moved closer, hiding in his arms so he wouldn't see
my embarrassed expression. "Don't be afraid, Xiaoyouhui," he said, brushing my hair aside. "It's okay. I truly love you
. Do you believe me?" I nodded and turned to hug him. I felt his penis pressing against me, but
in his strong arms, I felt completely comforted and safe. I couldn't care less about anything else.
I don't know how long we hugged, but I asked him, "So what's an SMG performance?" My emotions gradually
calmed down , and I was eager to figure out what had happened. Junping continued talking about the school's history. "You know,
since ancient times, there have been men and women, and they can do some things..." He seemed unsure
how to continue. Based on my past experience as the school beauty, having dated many boys, I immediately knew
why was acting this way, so I said softly, "Don't worry, I know a little about these things." He seemed
relieved, took my hand, and said, "Yuhui, don't be alarmed."

"Yes," I replied.

Actually… you already know, sex is like eating; some people like Chinese food, some
like Western food…

You mean, in terms of sex, some people like normal sex, and some like SM?

That's right, Junping continued, "Because society hasn't widely accepted this type of sex, some people
have started clubs where men and women can freely express themselves. They also hire male BDSM
instructors and high-class prostitutes willing to do SM for their clients, so that those who can't find partners can satisfy
their desires in these places." "So, the school wants me to be a prostitute?" I asked worriedly. "Oh, no,"
Junping quickly replied. "Actually, the principal himself is also an SM enthusiast. His purpose in opening this school 　　is simply to meet friends who share this interest .

" " 　　 Then why does he force girls to accept training?" "No, those girls are all willing. Who 　　willingly accepts training?" I don't believe your nonsense. I gently punched Junping in the chest a few times. Junping grabbed my hand and kissed it before saying, "I already said that becoming an SM performer or working as a prostitute in a club are both high-paying jobs. Many daughters from poor families are willing to come to this school for training in order to improve their lives and climb the social ladder, and then go to work in places like Europe or America. But I didn't do it voluntarily. Why do they want to train me?" I quickly asked, blushing as I mentioned the word "training." Junping continued, "No, the principal discovered that most of the students at this school lacked education . Even if they could earn money, they couldn't change careers and reintegrate into society. So , he arranged grammar courses like in ordinary schools. Furthermore, he realized that to cultivate the perfect sex slave in men's eyes, moral, intellectual, physical, social, and aesthetic education was indispensable. Therefore, he required all female students to wear school uniforms like girls in other schools. Gradually, because the students at this school were all from poor families and studied very hard, many students actually achieved good results in the college entrance examination. The name of this school spread far and wide in high society. Soon, some wealthy men even sent their young mistresses here for training, hoping to train them into their ideal sex angels in the way they specified." 　　 But I'm not someone's mistress. My uncle sent me here to study. I said, "That's strange." 　　 Junping continued, "Could it be that your uncle has developed lustful thoughts about you, so...? There have been cases like ..." "Shut up!" I glared at him and said, "My uncle isn't that kind of person. I apologize to him immediately and explain. But it's really strange. He sent you here, so he must want you to be disciplined. There must be another purpose behind it. Right, did the discipline director show you the statement signed by your parents, which is the authorization letter that agrees to your acceptance of discipline?" I remembered the gorilla had shown me this before. So, while the story was bizarre and fantastical, it didn't seem entirely fabricated. I sighed and slumped into Junping's arms. 　　He stroked my hair, comforting me. 　　After a while, I suddenly remembered something and asked, "Why are there male students at this school? Aren't they here?" " 　　Boys need to be disciplined, right?" I exclaimed excitedly. I'd finally seen through their ruse! If I'd known my uncle wouldn't treat me like this, I'd said. But Junping replied, "Boys aren't here to be disciplined, of course. They're here to learn how to be discipliners . So that's how you're disciplined." What he said seemed true. My last hope was shattered. Oh no… So, you are… Thinking about it, my face turned completely red. Yes, I am the dominatrix here. Junping said softly, "It's so embarrassing." I immediately tried to break free from his body, but as soon as I left him and met his gaze, I didn't know what to do. He opened his arms and pulled me into his embrace. I gently struggled, but couldn't break free, so I let him. He held me tightly, making my head touch his head, stroking my soft hair, and said, "Yu Hui, I know you're very surprised right now, but you have to believe me. You are the first girl I've ever fallen in love with at first sight. If you don't believe me, I can swear." As he said this, he really swore immediately. Seeing his sincerity, I felt a little more at ease, and then asked him softly, "So, are you going to 'train' me?" I thought, apart from prostitutes, probably no girl in the world has ever asked such an embarrassing question. My face was red, my heart was racing, my blood pressure was soaring like alcohol in a thermometer , and my voice was almost inaudible. I could only hear him whispering... I didn't know that. This time, things are a bit strange. Then, he explained to me the typical treatment girls receive in school. Apparently, schools are divided into junior high and senior high classes. Junior high classes mainly instill in girls the idea that they are the boys' sex slaves and should do their best to serve them. There is no discipline involved, and the male-to-female ratio is only about 1:5. Senior high classes are different. In addition to learning real sex education, the girls are actually disciplined and have sex. Usually, the teachers first discipline them, and then the male students in the class take over, subjecting them to various forms of sexual abuse day and night . They must constantly remember and understand that they are girls, female students, and sex slaves. Male and female students are arranged in one-on-one pairs to ensure that the trainers and female slaves graduating from the school reach the highest international standards . However, this time is slightly different. Junping continued, "The teachers told me, 'You have the right to choose . Either choose me, or continue to accept their training. And if you choose me as your trainer, I have the full right to choose how to abuse you. They also promised that under normal circumstances, only I can touch your body; they will not violate you again…'" Thinking about what the gorilla had just done to me still made my heart pound. However, training is training, and sadomasochism is sadomasochism. Although Junping is treating me fairly well now, how can I guarantee he won't torture me in ways even more cruel than Tang Sir and his gang? I bit my lip and thought for a moment, when Junping said gently, "Yu Hui, promise me, I truly love you. If they torture you to the point of death, my heart will break. At most, I'll train you again after each training session." Hearing him say something funny , I couldn't help but chuckle and whispered, "That's not necessary. You're a grown man, how can you suffer such humiliation? Besides, where do girls train boys for sex?" " 　　 Then what should I do?" His anxious look was so cute. How do you guys usually train girls? How do you start having sex? I asked him and he immediately understood what I meant (I really can't say I'm ), and asked, "Yu Hui, so you agree to let me train you, lu?"

I pouted and didn't answer him, only saying, "You're so mean, you know, I know, right? I don't force people to say it out loud.
" He was so happy he danced around, spinning twice on the ground before stopping. I was still a little worried, so I asked him seriously, "
You really love me, won't you hurt me?" He nodded and said, "I can swear,
we be husband and wife, with the heavens as our witness.

" "You just want to..." I said with a coquettish smile.

"Then can you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes." I nodded. "And

that's how we started, becoming a strange couple." "Yu Hui," he grabbed my

hand and said, "I'm your trainer now. I might be a little mean to you sometimes in front of other people, but
I'll apologize later. Don't be angry with me." I smiled again and nodded. He stood up and
said, "Yu Hui, I'm starting to train you. Kneel in front of me first and tell me honestly, I've always been a good girl."
"Ah, I'll be as obedient as you want me to be. Now I'm kneeling in front of Junping, who's a whole head taller than me. The feeling of
male superiority and female inferiority immediately overwhelms me. I'm a little embarrassed, and being naked makes me feel quite lost, so
I can only kneel there, not moving, waiting for Junping's next command. Junping suddenly seems to remember something and asks, 'Ah, Yuhui, where's

your school uniform?'

I say, 'The discipline master and the others just got it wet.'

He says, 'Oh,' and then says, 'Yuhui, you must remember, since I am now your trainer,

you must add the word "master" to the beginning of every sentence you say to me, understand?'" Even with all this
, I was really blushing. But I really like him, so I don't mind feeling a little wronged. I
said I understood. Master Junping seemed very satisfied and praised me with his eyes. Then he said, "Yu Hui, you're very good
. You've improved very quickly." I was a little happy to be praised like that, but the thought that I would be happy even when I was being disciplined
was too ridiculous. So I suppressed my laughter and obediently continued to kneel. Junping went to the side and I don't know what he was doing!

He returned with a brand new school uniform and a leather whip. Seeing the whip and remembering the pain of being whipped,

I was terrified. Just as I was still reeling from the shock, Junping said, "Yuhui, put on your uniform
first." At that moment, Junping made a few mock whipping motions in the air, and the chilling
sound through the air rang out again. Afraid that Junping would actually use violence, I quickly put on the uniform. It
was the same white dress embroidered with the MPS school badge, still with a red belt, but this time the dress was thinner and
tighter , see-through and barely covering me. When I put on the uniform, I remained kneeling
, afraid to get up. Only when I put on my black shoes and white socks did I have no choice but to stand up for a moment, then immediately
knelt back down, thinking I had finally done the right thing. But then Junping said… "Yu Hui, dress neatly." I
considered myself a fairly clean and tidy person, so I looked at my school uniform and, seeing nothing wrong,
stuck out my tongue and smiled at him. Suddenly, I was whipped. Junping said seriously, "
You're being disciplined, not joking." I felt a burning sensation, a slight pain.
Junping had clearly only used a little force, but I was still dissatisfied and said, "Why did you whip me so suddenly?"

Before I could finish speaking, I was whipped again. This time he hit me hard, and I couldn't help but cry out,
tears streaming down my face. He immediately came over and hugged me, saying, "Yu Hui, I'm sorry, it hurts a lot?" I pouted and
ignored him. He reached under my skirt and rubbed my pants. "I'm sorry, Yui, because you disobeyed
, I have to hit you first." Junping said it was the school rule, and if it were the discipline
master , he would definitely give you at least ten lashes. I still had tears in my eyes and ignored him. He said again, "Yui, don't do this
. When I'm disciplining you, you're just a female student, a sex slave, and you have to absolutely obey me. Because
if I don't really hit you, Sir and the others will find out, and then they won't let me discipline you anymore.

"

I just sniffled and cried all the way. "Yui, you look cute when you cry," he suddenly said,
sticking out his tongue to lick the tears on my face, and then said... "Okay, Yu Hui, I was forced to do this. Please forgive
me. At most, you can whip me a few times." Seeing his sincerity, and still annoyed by his slight physical intimacy, I
said, "Who wants to hit you? It's shameful!" He was
happy Yu Hui, I promise you I won't hit you when no one's around
." "No," I said coquettishly, "You absolutely can't hit me when no one's watching!" "That's difficult," he said with a troubled expression. "Because the school
requires you to always remember your identity as a female student slave, so sometimes we have to use some violence in training
. That's how we make you girls more gentle and obedient." I said, blushing,
"Be gentle when you hit me." "Okay," he said, "But I can't do it when there are people around.
Just bear with it. At most, I'll apologize to you later." "That's not necessary. You're my master." I
blinked and smiled. "As long as I know you truly love me, that's enough." He immediately gave me a light kiss on the lips
as proof that I was enjoying his kiss and wasn't so resistant to his discipline. I said, "Master, please
continue to train Yuhui." Perhaps he hadn't expected me to suddenly become so obedient. Excited, he shuddered and
hugged me tightly to encourage me. Then he quickly unbuckled my belt, straightened the pleated skirt
part school skirt, making each pleat hang vertically to the ground, and smoothed out the slight wrinkles on my school badge with his fingers
. He then pulled up the two chicken-wing sleeves of the school skirt and said, "Inhale, then tighten your stomach." I did as
he said. Suddenly, he quickly fastened the red belt, and I immediately had difficulty breathing. He had fastened
the belt to the innermost hole, which I guessed was about 21 inches. Now, I not only felt the
ribcage area was very tight, but my chest also felt a little stuffy. "Master, it's too tight!" I said, "Can you relax a little?" I
pleaded with Junping, who immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and opened his mouth to envelop my lips. Our lips touched, and
we both felt each other's life slowly flowing into our mouths. A fiery, burning sensation between our skin made us even more
aroused. We kissed and kissed, and I don't know how long it lasted before we finally parted, satisfied. Through that kiss, I knew
that Junping truly loved me. Perhaps you boys don't know, but we girls are actually very sensitive. From a…
During a kiss, we can sense whether the other person loves us. Feeling better now? Can you breathe? Junping
asked with concern. "So you… Master just gave me breathing space." I lowered my head slightly and smiled. He smiled
back, pinched my nose, and said, "Yu Hui, you look so cute in your school uniform!"

Receiving his praise made me happy. I looked down at my uniform and noticed that the belt tightened
it, completely exposing the curves of my chest and waist. Since I wasn't wearing underwear, even my nipples
were clearly visible. Wearing underwear was practically the same as not wearing anything at all—it was too sexy! Junping said, "We need to start training immediately
. Otherwise, if it comes out before we even begin, we can't train you." He stood up again and said, "Yu Hui,
let's officially begin. First, you swear you'll willingly accept my training." I raised three fingers like a scout. "No, not
like that!" Junping laughed. "You're a female student slave, so of course you'll swear in a different way." He explained. First,
you have to help me take off my underwear. Then, you have to swear that you are willing to be a sex slave and beg me to train you. Then you will
see my penis. You have to put it in your mouth and that will do. After understanding the steps, I acted quickly and reached out to remove
Junping's briefs. I saw a soft thing hanging down from the middle of his pubic hair. It was red and black, like an earthworm
. Since I had just seen a gorilla's penis, I knew that this was a male penis. When I was studying at Peidao,
I often discussed with other female classmates that the bigger a man's penis, the more powerful he was. But Junping's
was only 2 or 3 inches. Compared to the gorilla's penis, it was like comparing a mosquito to a cow. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. To be honest,
although Junping kept saying that he would train me, I was somewhat resistant. But I really liked him. I loved
his penis and didn't want it to be so

inadequate. "Yu Hui, are you alright?" he asked with concern. "Don't be afraid. This is our boy's penis,
every boy has one..." "Um, start swearing now." Due to my disappointment, I lost all emotion and
just
casually Concentrate more, and call me master, preferably with a request, and try to show feminine gentleness
." Junping smiled and told me that he used very little force, this lash was just symbolic. However, I was really a little
guilty . I thought that Junping was still the person I liked, better than the gorillas and the others. I actually felt that his
male symbol was too small, and I really felt sorry for him. So I said, "Junping... no... master,
can lash me again? Hard, really hard." Junping asked in surprise, "Why?"

I hadn't expected him to suddenly ask that, and I couldn't tell him it was because he was small, hurting his
pride . So I made an excuse, saying, "Because I wasn't focused enough just now, and I forgot to call you master. Oh, I see..."

He thought for a moment, then said, "Alright, Yui, I'll grant your wish. You've improved so quickly, you're truly a natural-

born trainee

." Oh no, I'd given him an opportunity to make fun of me! I couldn't help but blush again. I saw him stand
before me, place his member in front of my mouth and nose, then raise his whip, about to strike... *thud*... A
tearing pain shot through my buttocks, and even a point in my brain seemed to explode with pain.

His whip was even more powerful than a gorilla's!

I desperately tried to hold back my scream, but still... *sigh*... a muffled groan escaped, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Yui, are you alright? How are you?" "Does it hurt a lot?" Junping asked me with a face full of pity. I nodded, but I
really wasn't angry with him. On the contrary, I felt a sense of satisfaction and comfort because I had been punished by my lover. I took the opportunity to
say, "It's so good! Little Yuhui really loves Junping's whip. Please, Master, train Yuhui immediately!"
Then, recalling the steps Junping had mentioned, I put his penis in my mouth again. Seeing that he didn't react,
I looked up at him, wondering if the ritual was complete. He stroked my head like he was petting a puppy and said, "Yuhui,
you are really cute!" Just as I was about to remove his penis, I suddenly felt something in my mouth rapidly grow
larger, plunging into my throat and filling my entire mouth. I almost suffocated.

After a few "ng, ng, ng..." sounds, I immediately spat out Junping's thing. I turned my face and coughed twice. At that moment, I suddenly
felt a hand pressing down on my head, and something hard yet slightly elastic rubbed against my mouth. I opened
my eyes and saw a huge, reddish-black object in front of me. Junping was breathing slightly and said, "Yuhui, quickly take
my penis in your mouth." I looked closely and realized that it was actually Junping's soft, limp little earthworm from before
! Wow! It suddenly grew so big, how amazing! Conservatively estimating, this little cutie is at least 9 to 10
inches, and the veins and bulges are clearly visible. It's so cute! Seeing how urgent Junping's tone was, as if
he was having a hard time, I was afraid something had happened to him, so I immediately put his penis in my mouth again. However,
it was too big, and I was afraid I couldn't breathe, so I only put the pink, round part in my mouth
. Then I heard Junping say, "Yu Hui, what you're sucking on now is called the glans, which is a very sensitive spot for boys. Try
licking it with your tongue." I licked it vigorously like I was eating an ice cream, and it felt quite good. It was hard and soft.
Overall , it felt better than sucking an ice cream, but it didn't have any taste. I slowly licked it for about ten seconds, and suddenly
I felt Junping's whole body tremble. I was a little worried about Junping, so I used both hands to lift Junping's penis (I used both hands
because I felt that it was the most precious and sacred thing for men, and we should respect it), and then I opened my mouth and asked...
"Master Junping
penis back into your mouth, then hold it with both hands and rock it up and down, then stick out your tongue and lick it all around
, adding some saliva to moisten it." Because I was so worried about him, I immediately used both my hands and mouth, holding his penis with both hands and
licking it vigorously, very diligently! However, after licking it about ten times, I suddenly remembered something:
wasn't I doing exactly what those Japanese actresses did for men when we girls watched porn together?

I remembered that the men in the films reacted just like Junping was now. Thinking that I was doing this shameful thing for Junping

, I was immediately so ashamed that I didn't know what to do. My movements stopped hesitantly, and Junping immediately asked, as if
he was very strange, "Why did you stop?" Although I was ashamed, I thought I had to
ask clearly about this, so I had to suppress my shame and ask, "Master Junping, am I giving you oral sex?"

Junping seemed a little surprised and asked, "Why are you asking this?" I...because...

For a moment, I didn't know how to tell him that I felt his gaze lingering on my face and chest.
After a while, I asked, "Are you still a virgin?" I nodded, trying to keep my head down and not look at him.

When I admitted I was a virgin, he seemed particularly excited, and his little thing seemed to grow half an inch longer. After a moment of silence ,
I spoke first, "Master, please whip me. Please don't make me do such a shameful thing." Junping hesitated and said, "
No, this is part of the swearing ceremony. Besides, after the formal training begins, you will have to
serve me like this every day. Every female student slave has to serve her master like this." I
looked at him with a very pitiful expression, my eyes wet, pleading. I knew this trick was very effective, almost foolproof. Boys
generally couldn't resist it. Junping pondered, obviously still considering. After a while, Junping let out
a loud cry and suddenly grabbed his thing, shaking it up and down.

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