impulsiveness in adolescence

The year I took the high school entrance exam, I was incredibly lucky. Thanks to my parents' exceptional eyesight, I achieved perfect grades, neither too high nor too low, and entered my dream high school.
I was sixteen that year, which, from a medical perspective, is the estrus cycle in animals. To put it more elegantly, it's the impulsive phase of puberty.
In the extremely serious and monotonous atmosphere of the university, besides academic matters, a group of male mammals all in estrus naturally talked about women.
The saying "talented women are rarely beautiful" was best proven true after I entered high school. As the most famous high school in City A, the girls there, while not exactly burly aunties, were mostly related to Zhong Wuyan and Li Lizheng—the kind who wouldn't be afraid of encountering a pervert in the dark.
Of course, even in the desert, there are gems; the school did have some stunning beauties who attracted a lot of attention—compared to those plain-looking women. So, every day after class, leaning against the railing in front of the classroom, pointing at pretty girls and commenting on their faces and breasts, naturally became an indispensable way for us, a group of male mammals in heat, to relieve the boredom of our lives.
Xiang was my good friend, and also an extremely notorious pervert in our class, and even in the whole school. Xiang was very tall, a member of the school's basketball team, and handsome—which often made me, with my ordinary looks, extremely envious. Xiang was very avant-garde; he often boasted that he was a new generation. Once, he was stopped at the school gate by the principal, who wore thick glasses with beer bottle-shaped bottoms, because he was wearing jeans he had cut himself.
As for his language, it was also extremely vulgar, not at all like a student from a prestigious university. I remember one summer lunch break, the head of the academic affairs office was wearing a short vest and standing in his office facing the fan to cool off, which Xiang happened to see.
"Wow, his pubic hair is so long!"
Xiang shouted loudly when he saw the head of the academic affairs office's long, black armpit hair, almost shaking the entire building.
You can imagine what happened to Xiang afterwards.
That day, after the dreaded political class, everyone swarmed to the corridor, leaning against the railing to admire the beautiful girls. In an instant, the long fourth-floor corridor railing was filled with male figures.
"Big boobs! Big boobs!"
Xiang once again acted as a "beauty indicator," and everyone immediately turned their gaze in the direction he pointed.
The "big boobs" Xiang was referring to was Lin Yulan, the famous class beauty of Class 1, Grade 11. Seventeen years old this year, she was at the prime of her youth. Yulan was a rare combination of beauty and talent in the school, and also a star swimmer on the school's swimming team.
I remember the time she represented the school at the city sports meet; when Yulan appeared in her swimsuit, her slender, curvaceous figure, her soft, snow-white arms, her beautifully rounded, long legs, and her slender, smooth calves—her perfect figure, coupled with a stunning face that rivaled any movie star, caused thousands of students to bleed from their noses the moment she appeared.
Even our school's 108th-generation descendant of Confucius, the over-seventy-year-old, stinky-looking, and classically-speaking old principal, was dazzled, his eyes gleaming, and he seemed to experience a second spring in his manhood.
Luckily, her swimsuit was a sharkskin-like design, which diminished her allure considerably; otherwise, more than half the men in the room would have been drooling.
"If I could have sex with her, I'd give up ten years of my life!" Xiang said, drooling.
"Give up ten years of your life for sex? That's too much of a loss," Pi Ge muttered from the side. Pi Ge wasn't actually called Pi Ge; everyone called him Pi Ge because his speech sounded like farting.
"Then ten days it is! I'd give up ten days of my life!" Xiang quickly changed his tune.
Pi Ge and Xiang's conversation, however, ignited my own desires. I was sixteen that year, the age of turmoil.
That night I had a dream, a dream where I was making love with Yu Lan in bed. Having a wet dream felt great, but when I woke up the next morning, I found my underwear soaking wet—I'd had a nocturnal emission.
From then on, I developed a strong sexual fantasy about Yulan. Every time after class, standing in the corridor, watching the vibrant and beautiful Yulan running and jumping on the playground through the railing, my desire grew stronger.
Pi Ge and Xiang were both notorious perverts in our class, especially Pi Ge, who had a huge collection of pornographic films at home. After watching a few pornographic films at Pi Ge's house, my desire intensified.
No matter what, I had to have Yulan!
I'm not handsome, just average-looking, and I was sickly as a child; I'm just an ordinary person. For someone as ordinary as me to imagine pursuing Yulan like a swarm of bees wouldn't be enough; I don't have the courage. To this day, my relationship with Yulan remains that of strangers passing each other on the street—I know her, but she doesn't know me.
Yulan has a boyfriend who is very handsome and a star athlete at school. They met on the swimming team, a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Whenever I saw them walking side-by-side on campus, an inexplicable jealousy welled up inside me.
The instinctive longing for beauty gradually transformed this jealousy into resentment and discontent. Why is my physique so poor? Why am I not a handsome guy? Why? Why is there so much injustice in this world?!
Sexual fantasies and urges were ultimately swallowed up by unfulfilled desires.
I began to fantasize, imagining myself on a dark and stormy night, in a secluded corner, pinning Yulan down and ravaging her beautiful body, making her groan, cry, and beg for mercy beneath me, finally surrendering to reach orgasm.
Yulan was a star athlete at school; if it came down to force, I, with my lack of physical prowess, might not be a match for her.
So, in my fantasy, I thought of using ether to drug her, then binding her and ravaging her to my heart's content.
Chapter Two: The Budding Stage
Initially, all of this was merely a teenage boy's sexual fantasy during a period of heightened sexual desire—ether was a controlled substance, where could a teenager possibly obtain it? But that year, the chemistry textbook mentioned the method of making ether, and on a whim, I had the idea of making my own.
"Concentrated sulfuric acid plus alcohol, heated to between 142 and 165 degrees Celsius, can convert alcohol into ether,"
the textbook said, but in practice, there were many problems.
My mother was a researcher at a chemical plant, and as her son, obtaining concentrated sulfuric acid was incredibly easy, and alcohol wasn't a problem either. As for experimental heating equipment, I had alcohol lamps, flasks, and iron stands. The school's experimental equipment management was chaotic; I would casually steal things while conducting experiments, and I practically took a whole set of school equipment home. My home chemistry experimental equipment wasn't much less than the school's—the only exception was the Kipp generator, which was too large, otherwise I would have taken it home too.
What I lacked was a thermometer with a range exceeding 200 degrees Celsius, which is very hard to find.
My mother, a chemistry researcher, simply laughed off my "stealing" behavior, as she had done similar things in her youth. She only scolded me a couple of times and then gave me the key to her chemistry lab. My mother was very supportive of her son's hands-on interest.
Electric heaters, electronic thermometers, condensers—my mother's lab had everything, and all the difficulties I faced were easily overcome.
I spent several days in the library, gathering all the information needed to manufacture ether. During my holiday break, I worked all day in my mother's lab and finally succeeded in producing ether.
"My wish can finally come true!" Looking at the flowing, transparent liquid in the small bottle, I felt a surge of excitement. The bottle was no bigger than my thumb, and the liquid weighed only a few grams, but it would help me fulfill a boy's dream.
*** *** *** ***
Having ether was one thing, but having the right opportunity was another. As the school's most beautiful girl, Yulan was naturally the focus of everyone's attention. She was always accompanied by bodyguards to and from school, making it difficult to strike.
I was a high school student; I had taken law classes and knew that rape was severely punished by law. However, I had also read many detective novels and watched many detective movies, so I knew how to cover my tracks after committing a crime and avoid being caught by the police.
I waited silently, patiently like a spider, patiently waiting for my chance to strike like a venomous snake.
I attended classes as usual, and during breaks, I still secretly watched Yulan in the corridor. The beautiful school beauty was still out and about on campus with her boyfriend as usual, unaware that a pair of wolf-like eyes were fixed on her back.
*** *** *** ***
That summer, the opportunity I had been waiting for finally arrived. According to school custom, during the summer break, students were required to take turns on duty.
I remember this year clearly; it was the summer of 1997, the year Hong Kong returned to China. The school had acquired over a dozen 586 computers, and the computer lab needed someone to take turns on night duty. My chance had come. At
the end of June, school let out for summer break. I checked the duty roster on the bulletin board and was immediately disappointed, because girls weren't on duty.
"Lin Yu, I have something to do tomorrow night, can you cover for me?" Just as I was about to leave in disappointment, fate gave me another chance.
"The day after tomorrow is July 1st, I want to watch the handover gala," Lin Yu replied. Lin Yu was Yu Lan's boyfriend, and the person who spoke was his classmate.
"What's so interesting about that? Do me a favor, we're brothers, besides, there's a TV at school."
"No!" Lin Yu refused, holding up one finger.
"Do me a favor, I really have something urgent tonight, I'll treat you to Red Alert the day after tomorrow!" Lin Yu's classmate offered his price.
"That's more like it!"
I overheard the whole conversation. After
observing for nearly a year, I knew that Yu Lan and Lin Yu's relationship was quite close. During school, they were somewhat restrained considering others' opinions, but after school, they were inseparable. Now that it was holiday, Lin Yu had to keep watch for someone, and Yu Lan would definitely come to keep him company.
Thinking of this, my heart pounded. The opportunity had arrived!
*** *** *** ***
After returning home, I quickly rummaged through my drawers and found the small bottle that had been hidden at the bottom. Whether my wish would come true depended entirely on tonight.
On the evening of Hong Kong's return to China, I used a classmate reunion as an excuse to quietly slip back into school. It was holiday time, and there weren't many people at school anymore, except for a few students who lived nearby playing basketball on the playground. After dinner, as I expected, the person I'd been waiting for finally arrived.
Yulan, wearing a pretty white sundress and a straw hat, rode her bicycle into the school, humming a little tune. No more hating the dreaded black school uniform; she'd changed into a white dress. Today, Yulan looked even more beautiful, pure, quiet, and elegant.
After entering the school, Yulan went straight to the computer lab and stayed with her boyfriend. She stayed in the room for a long time, and I, waiting outside, was both excited and nervous. Everything depended on tonight.
At nine o'clock, it got dark, and Yulan finally came out of the computer lab. My breath quickened. Luckily, her boyfriend only walked her to the door and didn't follow her out—all thanks to Lin Yu, a computer enthusiast who, engrossed in playing games, completely forgot he was supposed to see his girlfriend off at the school gate. If he had followed Yulan to the school gate, my wait tonight would have been in vain.
I quickly put on the mask I had prepared beforehand and quietly followed behind her.
The Hong Kong handover celebration had already begun, and the campus was deserted—perfect opportunity for me.
Just as Yulan was pulling her bicycle, I jumped out from behind her, grabbed her neck from behind, and swiftly placed a handkerchief soaked in ether over her nose.
"Ugh..."
True to her reputation as the school's swimming champion, Yulan instinctively elbowed me backward, almost knocking me to the ground. I knew success or failure hinged on this moment. Despite the pain, I held on tightly, pressing the handkerchief firmly against her nose. A few seconds later, the ether took effect, and Yulan passed out.
Chapter Three: Rape
In an abandoned old classroom behind the school, Yulan was bound hand-to-hand and placed on a table.
Carrying someone this far was exhausting for my weak constitution; my clothes were soaked with sweat. Although the lights were off, the diffused light from the nearby buildings allowed me to vaguely make out the things inside the room. I stripped off my clothes, put on a black mask, and began to examine my prey on the table.
Yulan lay limply on the table, her head tilted to one side. Her skirt had been removed before I bound her; now she wore only a bra and a tight-fitting white thong.
The table beneath Yulan was short, no more than a meter long. The tall Yulan lay on it, her two snow-white thighs dangling beneath the table.
A woman's legs are her second face, and Yulan undoubtedly possessed a pair of flawless long legs. Her legs were as white as jade lotus roots, slender and firm, the result of long and arduous training. Bathed in the dim light from afar, her smooth skin shone with a captivating glow.
"My goddess, my beauty, I've finally got you!"
I cried out in my heart.
I lifted Yulan's legs and kissed them inch by inch, starting from her heels.
"Ah, this feels so good."
This was the first time in my life I'd ever had physical contact with a girl. My hand traced Yulan's leg, slowly exploring upwards, until I reached her inner thigh.
I touched a raised mound and a patch of soft pubic hair. Yulan was wearing a snow-white pair of briefs, with a few long black hairs peeking out from the edge.
"Is this what I see on TV as pubic hair?"
I wondered as I removed the cloth covering Yulan's genitals. The pink bud and bulging vulva appeared before me—this was a girl's vulva. To a boy in his late teens, it was full of mystery. Yulan had taken a shower; her body still carried the fresh scent of shower gel.
My tongue greedily lingered between the pink bud and the dark, thick bush, the lingering fragrance of virginity making my lower body swell, my penis taut and ready to spring.
"Don't rush, don't rush. Even ginseng fruit should be eaten slowly.
Don't become like Pigsy from Journey to the West!" I repeatedly reminded myself that there was still plenty of time. I shouldn't rush into things. Good things should be enjoyed slowly. Don't waste them.
I moved my hands upwards and ripped off the only covering on Yulan's upper body—a milky-white bra. Once the covering was removed, a pair of glistening, white peaks immediately sprang to life. These mounds of flesh had haunted the dreams of countless men on campus, and I had always longed to touch them. Now that my wish had been fulfilled, I immediately grabbed these delicate, smooth beauties and began to knead them.
Yulan's breasts were evenly hemispherical, not the fleshy boobs of those porn stars, just the right size for my hands to grasp, yet incredibly elastic. Yulan's skin was fair and translucent, extremely delicate, with pink areolas and nipples, small and exquisite.
"These are Yulan's breasts! I've touched Yulan's breasts!"
my heart cried out excitedly, and I quickly put my mouth to one of the pink nipples and sucked hard. Although still unconscious, Yulan's sense of touch was still very sensitive; after a short while of sucking and playing, the soft nipple quickly grew large and erect in my mouth.
"Wow, so this is what a girl's nipples get, just like a man's penis, when she's aroused."
"Hmm, is this what kissing feels like?" I moved my mouth to Yulan's lips, my tongue prying them open, sucking and licking, wishing I could swallow her whole.
"Something seems to be missing."
Just as I was loading my gun, ready to deflower Yulan, I suddenly felt something was missing.
Yes, what was missing was sound, the soft moans of a girl beneath me. Raping a beautiful, motionless girl without hearing her moans was so much less pleasurable.
Thinking of this, I grabbed the half-empty water bottle and poured ice water on Yulan's face, simultaneously stuffing her mouth with a cloth I had prepared beforehand. The ether was homemade, and the amount was limited; the cold water quickly roused Yulan from her unconsciousness.
During this process, I tied Yulan's legs together, then linked them to her wrists twisted behind her back.
This method of binding was something I had imagined countless times in my fantasies about Yulan.
When Yulan awoke from her unconsciousness, she was horrified to find herself completely naked, legs spread wide, and bound to a table. Standing before her was a naked, masked man, his lower body flexing a long, fleshy object—physiologically speaking, the point of contact between men and women.
Yulan, being intelligent, naturally understood what was happening.
"Ugh..."
the girl tried to scream, but her mouth was gagged; she tried to struggle, but her hands and feet were firmly bound.
All she could do was writhe like a snake on the table, letting out desperate whimpers.
I've seen a lot of pornography; I know the pleasure of rape lies in the process, not the result. Yulan had once been my goddess, so alluring and captivating, the two stimuli were irresistible. I pounced on Yulan like a wolf, my hands gripping her perfect breasts, frantically fondling her body.
Beneath me, Yulan struggled desperately like a lion locked in an iron cage, twisting her body violently. Her strength was beyond my expectations; although I had the advantage of being on top of her, it still took a great deal of effort to hold her down.
Because of Yulan's fierce resistance and the dim lighting, I, still a virgin, couldn't find the entrance for a long time. My lust burned ever brighter, and in desperation, I raised my right hand and punched her in the abdomen.
My punch was heavy; Yulan groaned in pain, her body arching into a bow shape.
Taking advantage of her weakened resistance, I placed my hands on Yulan's knees and forcefully spread her legs, clearly exposing the girl's vulva to me.
"I'm going to deflower the school beauty!"
I excitedly shouted in my heart, my swollen glans parting Yulan's labia, slowly burrowing inside like an earthworm.
"So hot, so wet, so good! Is this what a virgin's vagina is like? The books are right!"
In the past, in my fantasies, I had imagined countless ways to rape Yulan. Now that my dream had come true, I decided to rape Yulan according to the script I had envisioned.
I deliberately slowed down the speed of my penetration, wanting the beautiful girl beneath me, my goddess, to clearly feel the process of losing her virginity. I am plain-looking and not particularly talented. Using normal methods, I would never win Yulan's favor in my entire life. I want her to never forget me, never forget the scene on the night of the 1997 handover when a masked man took her virginity. I will use my semen to leave an indelible mark on her body. My
penis penetrated Yulan's body inch by inch, soon reaching her hymen. The girl beneath me let out a desperate cry.
"I'm going to break her hymen!"
My desire was now at its peak. I concentrated all my energy on my lower body, feeling the pleasure of my glans touching her hymen.
The penis continued its advance, and in despair, Yulan twisted her body frantically, but she couldn't stop the moment of deflowering. The girl's hymen, squeezed by the glans, concave and deformed inwards, barely holding its virginity with its last vestiges of elasticity. To ensure this moment was forever etched in both Yulan's and my hearts, I slowed my pace again, almost to a millimeter per second.
One minute! From insertion to breaking the hymen, it took a full minute. For me, that minute was heavenly, as short as a second; for Yulan, it was hellish, as long as a year.
The moment the glans pierced the hymen, I let out a wolf-like howl, gripped Yulan's breasts with both hands, and thrust my penis upwards to its limit.
"I'm a real man now!"
I declared in my heart. In my sixteen years of life, I had never felt so confident in myself.
My health was poor; I had never passed a physical education exam since childhood, and I was often bullied by stronger kids. Deep down, I harbored an inexplicable sense of inferiority. But at this moment, all of that was in the past.
"So what if you're an athlete? So what if you're more handsome than me? Look, the beauty in your hearts, she's now beneath me!"
An overwhelming sense of accomplishment drove me to violently thrust my hips, my penis pumping in and out, pounding into Yulan's soul again and again. In the dim light, several streaks of red liquid flowed from our point of union—Yulan's first time. While thrusting, I grabbed the underwear I had pulled off and placed it under Yulan's buttocks. The snow-white underwear, catching the girl's first blood, would be preserved as a keepsake forever.
Yulan, devastated both physically and emotionally, was in unbearable pain; two clear tears streamed down her cheeks. The moment she lost her virginity, her soul left with her; all resistance ceased, and she was like a puppet, completely at my mercy. Yulan's body was utterly relaxed, only the skin on her inner thighs spasmed from my continued thrusting, and she let out painful moans.
"Yulan, I've finally got you!"
Because we were classmates, I dared not speak, only calling out in my heart again and again. I kissed away the tears at the corners of Yulan's eyes; they tasted salty and cold.
"I seem to have gone too far."
A sense of guilt arose within me, and the speed of my thrusts slowed.
"No, this isn't excessive. If I didn't do this, how could I get her? It's all your fault for liking rich young men and pretty boys. Blame it on your vanity!"
The budding regret was quickly overshadowed by the rising resentment. I abruptly pulled out my blood-stained penis and thrust it back in with the most violent movements. The girl's tender vagina was subjected to the most brutal torture. The tearing pain caused Yulan to let out an extremely painful scream: "Ah—"
Hearing Yulan's painful groans, I was extremely excited. I pulled the gag out of her mouth with one hand, squeezed Yulan's breasts with both hands, and sucked on her two delicate breasts with my teeth. The amplitude of my lower body thrusting increased, and the girl's agonizing groans sounded like the most beautiful heavenly music to my ears.
Time passed slowly, and music drifted in from outside. It was Gao Feng singing a song called "My 1997." The Hong Kong handover celebration must have started.
In a dark room, a girl lay helplessly on a desk, being raped by a standing man, tears streaming down her face.
"Haha, my 1997, haha, my Yulan, my goddess, you finally belong to me alone, hahaha!"
I moved in sync with the song, thrusting my penis in and out. With each thrust, I gradually approached my climax. Yulan beneath me groaned and gasped in pain, while I, too, was panting heavily, my lower body throbbing with the urge to ejaculate.
"It's coming! I want my semen inside you for the rest of your life!"
With each frenzied thrust, I shouted the most famous line from a pornographic novel, pressing my penis tightly against the center of Yulan's heart, my hands gripping her breasts, which I had been ravaging for so long, my fingers digging deep into her breasts. A spasm came, and I felt a throbbing pain in my lower body, an urge to ejaculate. The surging heat within me finally erupted, shooting into Yulan's soft, warm womb.
Following the release of the semen I had held back all night, I felt as if all my strength had been drained away in an instant. I lay panting, drenched in sweat, on Yulan's chest, my tongue still greedily licking her breasts.
After a while, my strength gradually returned. I withdrew my softened penis, covered in my semen and the girl's first blood.
Chapter Four: The Humiliating Climax
"I raped Yulan, I'll go to jail!"
"What will Mom and Dad think if they find out I did this?"
I suddenly felt afraid.
"I have to run away quickly."
Thinking this, I grabbed my clothes that were thrown aside, hurriedly put them on, and frantically ran out of the storage room.
"No, I can't just leave like this, if I leave like this, I'll definitely get caught!"
Reaching outside, the cold wind sobered me up considerably. I took two deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.
"Girls are all shy. Yulan definitely won't tell anyone about what happened."
"If I just leave like this, and someone finds out about Yulan, I'm doomed!"
"Even if I get caught, Yulan is so beautiful. Wouldn't it be a huge loss if I only slept with her once?"
"Sex once means ten years in jail, sex twice means ten years in jail too. So why not slept with her a few more times?"
Having figured all this out, I went back. In the room, Yulan was curled up on the table like a snake with its spine removed, sobbing softly.
"No matter what happens in the future, I'm going to do it a few more times tonight!"
I held Yulan in my arms, and in a position resembling Guanyin sitting on a platform, I inserted my erect penis into her again, beginning another round of rape.
That night, I used various methods to rape my former goddess, ejaculating inside her again and again. During the intermission, I suddenly found it all rather dull. Yulan, having lost her virginity, was like a body without a shell, unresponsive to my advances.
Making a girl reach orgasm is the ultimate display of a man's masculinity!
I decided to make Yulan orgasm too, even if it was a humiliating one.
I parted her labia with my fingers, which I had ravaged all night, and used my tongue instead of my penis to vigorously tease her wet, semen-covered clitoris. My hands gently caressed Yulan's breasts, tugging and stroking them—techniques I'd learned from pornographic films. Tasting my own semen and the remaining virgin blood in my mouth, I felt it was the most exquisite delicacy in the world.
At first, Yulan was unmoved by my teasing, motionless like a corpse, numbly enduring everything. But now I was determined to make her orgasm, and I served her with all my might.
"Even if it takes until dawn, I'll make you climax!"
I relentlessly played with Yulan's body. I was patient, because I had plenty of time; the night of Hong Kong's return to China was long.
Yulan's pubic hair wasn't sparse, but it was very soft. As I licked her labia, I suddenly remembered an explanation I'd read in a magazine about the role of pubic hair in teasing women. A woman's pubic hair primarily serves to cushion the intense physical impact of intercourse, but the hair follicles are very sensitive and are also an indispensable means of arousing a woman's sexual desire.
I tried licking the hair follicles around Yulan's labia with my tongue, then gently pulling the pubic hair outwards with my lips. This trick worked; as the pubic hair was pulled, Yulan involuntarily moaned and trembled.
Overjoyed, I intensified this teasing. As time passed, a clear stream of love fluid finally flowed from Yulan's vulva. I tasted it; it wasn't my semen, but the fluid from Yulan's aroused body.
Under my gentle caresses, the last vestige of resistance from the girl's body was finally extinguished. The flowing love fluid increased, and her breasts, held in my hands, hardened. Her body was no longer as stiff and cold as before, slowly transforming into a smoking volcano. As
midnight approached, after nearly an hour of teasing, Yulan's originally snow-white and translucent body gradually developed a mature and alluring blush, as delicate as a ripe peach inviting others to pick it. Occasionally, she would let out a few captivating moans, but she was still trying her best to endure. The honey-like fluid
flowing from Yulan's lower body increased. When I felt it was about time, I removed the restraints from her hands and pushed Yulan down onto the table again, arranging her body in a doggy-style position. Her hands could move again, and Yulan, who had already given up resisting, began to fight back as her body enjoyed the pleasure of sex. Unfortunately, my previous brutality had exhausted her, and I easily suppressed her last resistance.
I pressed my entire body against Yulan's back, my hands cupping her newly firm breasts, and my erect penis, lubricated by her love juices, smoothly entered her body again.
Having learned from my previous experience, I knew how to control the rhythm of my thrusts. Her body convulsed slightly under my assault, gradually surrendering to me. I could hear the girl's passionate moans; she had submitted to me.
I continued to guide Yulan, leading her step by step to sexual climax.
"Ah..."
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Suddenly, the blaring sound of a television filled the air; the countdown to Hong Kong's return to China began.
"Six, five, four..."
The countdown to the return seemed to cheer me on. Following the rhythm, I thrust my lower body again and again, my glans pounding firmly against Yulan's flower garden. Under my violation, Yulan's moans grew louder as the time drew nearer.
"Three, two, one! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Just as the clock struck midnight, Yulan and I reached our climax simultaneously. The girl's tender flower garden gripped my glans, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out.
"Ugh!"
Enjoying the baptism of Yulan's first orgasm, I trembled and ejaculated thin semen, defiling the girl's no longer pure womb for the last time.
Postscript:
After being raped by me, Yulan didn't report it to the police; she silently endured it all alone. After a few days of anxiety, my life returned to normal.
"Wow, look at Yulan, what's wrong? She's listless all day. Did she break up with her boyfriend?" After school started, Xiang once again stood by the railing, pointing fingers and commenting on the pretty girls. Yulan still went to school as before, but she had lost her former radiance. The lively girl of the past had become an iceberg.
"Yeah, I heard she had a fight with that jerk Lin Yu, and they broke up. Hehe, you can take advantage of that!" Pi Ge leered from the side.
"Hey, Feng, what's wrong with you? Are you staring blankly?" Xiang noticed me staring at Yulan's back and teased me.
"Chase her? I already have her!" I sneered and glanced at Xiang disdainfully. Now I was confident. Compared to these guys who only talked, I was much stronger than them in action.
"You? Go to hell!"
"Daydreaming!"
"A toad trying to eat swan meat!"
Everyone around me sneered at me, thinking I was talking nonsense.
"Hmph!"
I ignored them and left with a cold laugh.
In the chemistry lab.
The mixture of sulfuric acid and alcohol was boiling in the flask. The LCD screen of the electric heater displayed 146 degrees Celsius. Through a tube leading from the flask, and after being cooled by the condenser, some of the misty gas gradually condensed into droplets, which dripped into a glass bottle beside it.
A young man watched calmly yet excitedly as the liquid level in the glass bottle rose. In his left hand, he held a woman's underwear with several dried bloodstains, the bloodstains a deep red, like blooming peach blossoms.
(The End)

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