A girl slowly losing herself in exposure

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(one)

During my university years, I loved going online because, aside from dating, I couldn't find any other fun in my free time. Today is the weekend again, and
realizing I hadn't been online in a long time, I went to an internet cafe after class. I have a computer in my dorm room, but it's always crowded, and I
didn't want to fight with others, so I decided to go to the internet cafe alone, where I could have some peace and quiet.

There weren't many people in the internet cafe today, probably because it's almost midnight! I chose a relatively quiet corner. The internet cafe is
arranged in rows , and I sat in the last row, which was completely empty. There were only about a dozen people in the first few rows. I like this kind of atmosphere when I go online;
sitting alone in a quiet place allows me to secretly do some embarrassing things!

Today, I came out wearing only a cute little denim tank top and a very sexy skirt. Let me tell you a secret: I
rarely wear a bra. I don't know why, but I hate having my bra inside my clothes. I just went out as usual today. Anyway, it's a
very hot day, and the air in internet cafes is never very good—it's always stuffy. Wearing something cool and comfortable is more comfortable!

I turn on my computer and log onto QQ—it's an essential part of my online routine. And don't get me wrong! While I like surfing the internet in a quiet corner, I
don't actually visit any lewd websites! Of course, maybe I'll do something lewd! Hehe…!
I have several people messaged me to chat. Actually, I'm not particularly interested in QQ chatting; it's just that going online is the best way to kill time when I'm feeling down.
After chatting with a few friends about all sorts of things for a while, I started chatting with a user named "Handsome Enough to Get Chopped Up." His username is really interesting; who would choose
such an old-fashioned username!

Who knows if he's handsome or not? Anyway, I'm killing time, so I'll watch the video. If he's not handsome, I'll definitely give him a piece of my mind. Why did he choose such a
username that makes me want to curse him as soon as I see him?

Before I could even send a video, he sent one first. I clicked "confirm," and the screen slowly became clearer. Heh, thankfully, he didn't disappoint; he was actually quite
handsome, with two cute dimples when he smiled. But later I found out that despite his good looks, he was a total pervert.
At first, when we chatted on voice, he acted all proper, but unexpectedly, our conversation became increasingly ambiguous, eventually escalating to the topic of "sex," and
finally reaching the point of being completely naked. I thought, well, he's just an online friend, so far away, and I'm not going to marry him anyway, so I might as well chat with him. Besides, when we were talking about these things
, I actually felt a little hot all over, and I really wanted to talk to him about these lewd topics.

Time ticked by, and of course, we stayed online the whole time. It was almost 2 AM, and I was
trembling with excitement . My face was burning red, but I couldn't bear to let go. Usually, I appear very dignified and ladylike in front of my classmates, but actually, I'm the
classic repressed, secretly passionate type—I just don't dare show it. Today, this "handsome guy" was bringing up these taboo topics, and it was making me incredibly aroused.
He asked me if I'd ever had sex. I told him I'd secretly. He also asked if I'd ever masturbated when I was alone, and I told him I
had too… I never thought I could talk to him about these things so openly, and I never thought I could tell him everything.

It's almost three o'clock. I didn't expect to be so patient online today, but after chatting for so long, I'm still very sleepy. I told him, "I want to sleep, I'm so
sleepy!" He said, "It's nice to meet you. Before I go to sleep, can I see your breasts?" I didn't expect him to say that. I thought to myself, can I
let him see them?

But showing it to him in an internet cafe is too dangerous! What I didn't expect was that I now have an urge to show it to him.
I'm wide , and his words have thrown my mind into disarray. Deep inside, it's like a nerve has been plucked, warm, like an electric current,
stimulating my entire body.

I asked him if he really wanted to see. He said he really did, and that we got along really well, like talking to an old friend, with a certain feeling between us.
Finally , I couldn't hold back my last line of defense, and I slowly started taking off my clothes. I glanced around the internet cafe, then hesitated, afraid to take them off any further. If even
one of the dozen or so people in front of me turned around, they might see me. As for the security cameras in the internet cafe, I wasn't too worried, because the corner where I was
sitting was a blind spot. I pulled my bra strap down a little, revealing a tiny bit of cleavage, but I immediately put it back on. Looking at the
people swaying and staggering in front of me, I was really scared; after all, it was a public place! I struggled desperately. He was also encouraging me, telling me to be brave and
not to be afraid. And when I turned my gaze to the
computer screen, I was surprised to find that he had also taken off his clothes in the internet cafe. I saw his hard, erect penis, which made me so shy. I turned my face away, too embarrassed to look, but my eyes couldn't help but sneak back to the computer screen. I watched him gently
stroke his hard penis with his hand, making it throb. My neck turned red, and my whole body felt hot, making my mind go blank. My blood was
slowly boiling, and my legs involuntarily clamped together. I gently touched my face; it was so hot.

He told me to be like him and not to be afraid. What worried me was that I could see several people watching
online behind him on his webcam. He's so bold! He also told me that people still online at this time are usually playing games, watching movies, or sleeping; no one will be moving around or
turning around . He even asked if I had a slight exhibitionist tendency. His question made me wonder, do I have exhibitionist tendencies?
I don't know. Right now, I really want him to see my body, to look closely at every part of it, to expose
all in my dorm at school
, I would often walk out naked in front of my roommates after showering and then get dressed. I felt great then. Sometimes, I
would deliberately slow down when getting dressed, putting on my short t-shirt first and then deliberately exposing my lower body as I rummaged through my pile of pants or skirts, leaving my lower body naked.
He would deliberately stick his butt out high, completely ignoring the classmates walking around behind me. Although they all flirted with girls like me, I actually liked
it . Sometimes when they passed by, they would jokingly slap my butt and say, "Why is your butt so white?" Every time I heard that,
I would smile knowingly and excitedly from the bottom of my heart. Now I realize that I really have exhibitionist desires. I felt it strongly during my
video

Yes! Why shouldn't I be bolder? I thought, isn't he doing the same thing in the internet cafe? There won't be any danger, I told myself, trying to
encourage myself. Watching him skillfully touch his penis on the other side of the screen, my desire was almost at its peak. While
touching comforted me, telling me not to think about anything else, just focus on excitement and desire, and try to reach orgasm
. I slowly started pulling down my bra strap, asking him if he thought I was a slutty girl. He said everyone has a
slutty side, it's just a matter of how you handle it. If you have desire, express it; that's not slutty, it's
just your inner need. I exposed myself to him. Is this really just an inner need? But right now, I really want this kind of need.

The shoulder straps on both sides had completely slipped down and were hanging on my two snow-white breasts. From the video, I could see that he was about to pass out. Seeing him caressing his
whole body, I asked myself, do I really want to take this step?

A series of electric currents surged through every nerve in my body, leaving me limp and breathless. He was stroking
every inch of his body, especially his penis, while urging me to boldly pull down my clothes. He said he wanted to see my snow-white
breasts and the color of my nipples. At this moment, I couldn't speak anymore; I had no strength left. I closed my eyes and struggled to pull down my
braless top, completely freeing myself. I touched my now-exposed breasts, afraid to let go. The intense shyness combined with the stimulation was almost
unbearable. He told me to take my hands away, and I did. My snow-white breasts were now laid bare before him. He was also panting heavily,
and the hand touching his penis tightened its grip. I saw that his penis was incredibly hard. I covered my face with my hands, peering intently at
him through my fingers. He said my body was too beautiful. I couldn't help but feel blissful; my soft body made me intoxicated, almost forgetting the danger around me.

At that moment, I actually asked him if he wanted to see my lower body. He was stunned for a moment, then replied that he really wanted to, as long as I was willing. He even said that if
I was worried, I didn't need to. He's so considerate! I looked around the internet cafe. The people in front of me were still engrossed in their online games, completely unaware that behind
them , a girl was now topless, her two snow-white breasts bouncing up and down under her owner's hand. Seeing this, I almost
shouted out in excitement. I moved the microphone to my mouth and told "Handsome Enough to Get Chopped Off" that I was so excited, like I was standing naked in the middle of a group of perverts
, and I wanted to tell him that feeling was just like this, incredibly stimulating. He said he was too, almost reaching orgasm. I told him
not to orgasm now, because I was going to take off my skirt and show him completely. After hearing this, he said that I should relax, try to ignore everything around me, and enjoy the stimulating
orgasm of nakedness.

I turned the camera to the best position, then reached under my skirt and discovered that I was already soaking wet. I gently
touched my private area, and a powerful jolt of pleasure shot through my body. The feeling was like ascending to heaven, an unbearable ecstasy. I slowly lifted my skirt,
gradually exposing my most secret place. He gently comforted me, saying he could see a little bit, but he wanted to see more. Then, I pulled
my skirt up even higher, and the dark pubic hair was clearly visible through the lens.

Now, I was completely out of control. I even used my hand to part my vagina, revealing pink petals that looked incredibly alluring through the camera lens. Right in front of him, I
gently stroked my already hard clitoris, a wave of pleasure washing over me. My breathing grew heavier and heavier. I wanted to scream, but I was afraid the people
browsing the internet would hear, so I had to hold it in. It was so uncomfortable, really. Then, from the other end of the video, I clearly saw him ejaculate, streams of semen
flowing continuously from his penis. I covered my mouth; I had also climaxed. A secret sensation surged through my lower body, as if something was gushing from my vagina. That tingling
pleasure was like being in heaven, leaving my whole body weak. I closed my eyes, quietly savoring the climax that had just arrived, the effects lingering long afterward.

He asked me if I was excited just now, and I said yes. I saw that he hadn't put his pants on yet, and his penis was slowly going soft. He just left it there,
limp and exposed, like a sausage hanging out in front of him. My face was flushed, and the excitement hadn't completely subsided. He asked me if I dared to do something
more exciting. Still feeling the afterglow of my orgasm, I said, "Of course I dare!" Hehe, I didn't expect to say it so readily.

He told me through the earpiece that I should go to the bathroom to pee wearing only a skirt without underwear, and asked if I dared to go. After he said that, I
actually started to feel the urge to pee, but could I really go like that, shirtless? Even if someone saw me, I couldn't hide from the security cameras! He
told me the cameras were fine, it was so late, who would be looking at them? The recordings would be automatically deleted soon. Now,
I was incredibly anxious. Should I really go? What if someone saw me with my two white breasts sticking out like that? Would they think I was
a pervert arrest me? But I really wanted to go naked. Finally, strong desire often leads to brave actions, and I
decided to go. I even took off the skirt. I didn't expect myself to be so bold. I turned the security camera so he could
see how I got there. I secretly took off the skirt, then gave myself a good pep talk, telling myself not to be afraid, everything would be alright.

The internet cafe's restrooms are three rows ahead of me on the side, thankfully not far, and not visible from the bar. There's only one guy in the row in front of me, sitting
diagonally opposite me. There are ten computers per row, meaning he's quite far from the aisle, and he's reclining with his head slightly turned inwards. I'm not too worried,
but there are three people in the third row ahead of me. Luckily, all three are sitting at the very back, and they're probably
really , occasionally chatting and discussing them, which makes things more difficult.

I crouched down, bracing myself on my hands and legs, forcing my buttocks to be exposed high above my body. If someone were
behind , they would have a clear view of my private area, with clear fluid dripping down from time to time—what a lewd
sight! Why did I suddenly become like this? Yet, I continued crawling towards the danger step by step. When I reached the turn, I
played a prank , boldly standing up straight and watching the rows of people engrossed in surfing the internet. A surge of excitement made me incredibly thrilled. I
stroked my breasts and then quickly lay back down. It was so exciting! Perhaps that guy called "Handsome Enough to Get Chopped Up" saw this over there too.
I wonder what his expression is like now, seeing me being so bold. Heh!

Of course, I didn't stop. My goal was to get to the restroom, and just like before, I crawled forward, my buttocks and hands supporting me on the ground.
As I rounded the second-to-last row, I suddenly heard a boy in the third-to-last row tell his companion that he also needed to go to the restroom. I panicked. What could
this be ? If he came over now, he would definitely see me naked, and I had just taken off my skirt! Waaah… what should I do?
I couldn't think about that now. I quickly stood up and rushed to the restroom, then ran to the toilet. Waaah, I wonder if they saw me. I
think they probably didn't. I'm sure I didn't spend more than a second rushing to the toilet. Waaah, thinking about it now is terrifying. I patted my chest to calm
myself down.

"Pee...pee..." Wait a minute. What did I just hear? It's the sound of peeing! But that's not how girls pee! Of course,
I know exactly what a girl's peeing sounds like! I slightly opened the toilet door and peeked outside. I was stunned. I had just run into the men's restroom!
Looking at the several conspicuous urinals in front of me, I almost screamed. There was a guy peeing into one of the urinals! Ugh, how could this happen! To make matters worse,
the toilet door in this internet cafe isn't high. If I stood up straight, it would only reach my chest. Luckily, he was just urinating. If he had pooped, I would have been in big trouble.
There were only , and I happened to be in the middle one. If he had pooped, he might have seen me, and I would have been completely ruined
. That was too close!

After he left, I cautiously peeked through the door. The boy had gone back to playing games. It seemed he hadn't even noticed the
naked girl right next to him. Haha! He's just unlucky. I couldn't help but chuckle. When I came back, it was perfectly safe
. After sitting down, before I even had time to look at the "handsome guy getting slashed" on the computer screen, I put my clothes on. I was almost scared to death! Hehe! But it's okay.
I looked over there and saw he still wasn't wearing pants. To my surprise, I noticed his thing was hard again. Hehe, maybe seeing how bold you were earlier
excited him again.

Moreover, I told him about the dangerous thing that had just happened, and he was stunned. However, his penis got even harder, and he ejaculated
again . This time, I wasn't so shy anymore, and I even watched him do lewd things with a grin, hehe! Finally, we got tired of chatting, so I went back
to sleep, and he logged off too. After returning to the dorm, my roommates were all fast asleep, so I quietly climbed into bed and went to sleep as well. I just got yelled at by the dorm supervisor, who
asked me if I had been having sex with my boyfriend so late. I'm so angry!

(two)

The next day, I slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up, and I was still incredibly aroused by what happened yesterday. Now I realize I'm a
total exhibitionist . When someone sees my private parts, I experience intense pleasure, and I crave that feeling. Waaah! How could I be like this? I'm
so distressed.

That evening, all my roommates gathered. Oh, I forgot to introduce them. There are five of us in my dorm: the cheerful Lili, the
gentle Xiaomei, the outgoing Wu Fang, and the obviously flirtatious Yu Jiajia. Of course, there's also the secretly flirtatious me! Our dorm's bathroom and shower are
combined, and the shower window faces our teaching building. While showering today, I was still thinking about how I was naked yesterday.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I got, and I even started masturbating in the shower! Ugh, am I becoming more and more lewd? Soon, I had my first orgasm.
When I came out, I was still completely naked. My four roommates were chatting inside, and when they saw me come out naked, they all smiled and said I
wasn't shy at all , coming out naked without a care in the world! Hehe! Little did they know, I did this on purpose. I took a bag of sunflower seeds out of the cupboard,
and we sat around eating them together. At this point, I was still naked, and the flirtatious Yu Jiajia kept groping my chest. To be honest, I really liked
this feeling. I had just washed a lot of clothes yesterday, and they weren't completely dry yet, so I had a perfect excuse to be naked.

I would wander around the dorm naked every now and then, grabbing this and that, wiggling my snow-white buttocks in all sorts of ways, hehe! I did it on purpose.
When I went to get some fruit again, I saw them suddenly whispering to each other. Whatever!

However, I was wrong in the end. If I had known what they were whispering about, I would have put on my clothes immediately, even if they weren't
completely dry. When I went over with the fruit, the mischievous Wu Fang and Yu Jiajia suddenly lifted me up, each holding one of my thighs
and spreading my legs wide open. Ugh... this position was so embarrassing! But it didn't end there. That bastard Yu Jiajia said, "Let's see if you dare
to run around the dorm naked like this anymore. Today, we'll carry you out naked like this." Then, Yu Jiajia and Wu Fang each held one of my legs tightly, and what was most infuriating was that
they each deliberately used one hand to spread my vagina apart with the other. Ugh! So embarrassing!
What were those two bastards trying to do by doing this to me?! To my surprise, the usually gentle Xiao Mei opened the dorm door, and Wu Fang and Yu
Jiajia exposed my naked genitals to the outside. I was stunned. The boys' dorm was just over ten meters away! Wouldn't the boys on the other side see this?
I was so scared that I screamed and kept yelling for them to stop, but they didn't react at all.

Finally, that despicable Yu Jiajia even suggested taking me outside and exposing me for a while. Hearing her words, I almost fainted. But I didn't
resist much, only moving slightly. I actually secretly longed for them to take me out like that! Waaah! Just as I thought, they
really did carry me outside. I saw that the boys' dormitory across the way was thankfully empty; after all, it was a hot day, and it was too hot outside—who would come out and lie on the balcony?
However, I was stunned. Even if I wanted to expose myself, they couldn't do it like this!
They spread apart. My vagina was completely exposed to the air, without any covering. I was terrified, but I didn't dare scream, afraid of
attracting the girls from the next dormitory. Those bastards, how could they do this? I was frantic, tears streaming down my face. Seeing that I was really crying, they didn't
do anything and carried me back inside. I hate them so much! Waaah…! Although my face was crying, I was actually quite excited when I was carried
out . I wondered if any boys across the street would see me. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to check the boys' dorm room across the street. I subconsciously
touched my vagina and found it incredibly wet. I quickly ran to the bathroom and washed away the mess I'd made. I realized my body
was incredibly sensitive; even a gentle touch sent waves of pleasure through my entire body.

In the bathroom, I showered for a long time—or rather, I showered for a long time, including masturbating. When I came out,
my face was visibly red, like an apple. They asked if I was okay, saying it was just a joke and no one saw anything. I said I was fine! Then everyone laughed again
, but I was still naked. I walked around among them, my large breasts sticking out. I don't know why?

Now I can't live without it. As long as I'm naked, I feel great and my mind is always in a pleasant and relaxed state.

Of course, once someone has experienced it the first time, they'll go even further, and things they used to be hesitant about will gradually become less important. Their boldness
will grow, and the excitement and stimulation they've experienced becomes uncontrollable. When I came out, they were still eating sporadically, and the table was
a mess of cups and plates. This time, they comforted me, and I strangely became incredibly outgoing, still naked, joking and chatting with them without feeling
too awkward. Ugh! Am I becoming very lewd?

I took the hand of the most outgoing Yu Jiajia and boldly asked her, "Jiajia, have my nipples changed color? Look, they're not as pink as before.
Feel them, is there something wrong? Waaah!" I deliberately placed Yu Jiajia's hand on my nipple, and when she touched it, a
sudden electricity coursed through my body. I couldn't get enough of that feeling. That tingling sensation was so irresistible.

Once I started, I didn't want to stop. I wanted it to go on forever. My body, which had just cooled down a little, started to heat up again. Yu Jiajia
was indeed the most open-minded, which suited me perfectly. She deliberately and shamelessly touched my breasts, making me want to moan softly, but I
didn't dare to cry out. Waaah!

It's so painful, but I don't dare let them know too many of my secrets, after all, I still have a long way to go in school.

"Xia Yi, your nipples are hard, how lewd! You're so different from your usual dignified self today!"

"Hehe! I didn't expect Yu Jiajia to tease me like that. She looked at me and continued, 'It didn't change color, it's just your imagination. It's still pink. It's
much prettier than mine, I'm so envious.' After she finished speaking, I realized that my nipples had become hard. How embarrassing! I quickly pushed her away, then lay
on my bed without saying a word, covering my head with the blanket. My hand unconsciously touched my private parts. They were wet again after I had just washed them. I couldn't get rid of this
feeling . What am I going to do now?"

I'm afraid they'll discover my secret. It's such a contradiction. My heart is pounding so hard I can't calm
down . Once the desire in my heart is triggered, is there any way to take it back?

They quickly asked me what was wrong, why I was acting so strangely today. How could I dare tell them? I kept my head tightly covered by the sheet, and to my
surprise, even under the covers, I deliberately left my white buttocks exposed, my legs involuntarily clenched,
perfectly exposing my private parts to their view. I wanted to continue experiencing the excitement of exhibitionism in their sight, even though they were just a group of
girls like me. That kind of exposure, without their knowledge, felt like a gambling addiction, suddenly surrounded by an inexhaustible drug. That
irresistible excitement had begun to make it impossible for me to turn back.

I didn't get dressed until the next day. I had so many dreams last night, and I don't need to say what they were, they were all
very, very erotic. When I woke up this morning, a small patch of the sheet was wet. Waaah! I didn't even dare to fold the blankets this morning, afraid they would see. Looks like
I'll have to wash the blankets again tonight.

From then on, whenever I had the chance, I would be naked in the dormitory. Anyway, it was a group of girls, so I didn't have to worry about anything. In our
school, boys were absolutely forbidden from coming to girls' dormitories at any time, which made me feel at ease. Moreover, my roommates were used to it
and were not surprised by my nakedness. This gave me the opportunity to expose myself.

Of course, why am I writing this article? It's simply to record the secrets I dare not speak of, giving myself a platform to vent.
The internet is truly a wonderful thing; it allows me to write down secrets I wouldn't normally dare to reveal without restraint. Of course, my exposure doesn't stop there. If I were to actually
write it all down, it would probably be very, very long, because later on, I developed into a complete exhibitionist, so daring that even now, thinking about it, I'm terrified.
Of course , it would be such a shame if I didn't record these experiences.

Since I became obsessed with exhibitionism, I haven't had a boyfriend during college. It's not that I didn't have suitors, but I rejected them all. I was afraid
my future boyfriend would find out I was an exhibitionist and look down on me, making fun of me. So I simply chose to be happily single. You know
, two guys pursued me for a long time, and after I rejected them, they even cried a lot in front of me. Thinking about it now, I really feel bad for them. Actually, they were both
quite good people. The only problem is why they fell for me. Love is a strange thing, and I'm probably an even stranger girl than love!

I remember one time, Wu Fang and I were bored, and she dragged me to a city very close to my school. When I arrived, I was stunned. I
just wanted to curse Wu Fang. Do you know why I wanted to curse her? It turns out she didn't bring me here for no good. There was a sex
culture , and the enthusiastic Wu Fang wanted to see it for herself, so she dragged me along. Because she said she was afraid of being alone, she set her sights on me
. That bastard! Although I was also curious, I still couldn't help but curse her. She said a lot of things to make me forgive her, and finally told me that
maybe I would thank her for bringing me there? Pshaw, she did the bad thing and still expects gratitude. Humph!

There are so many people here today, I never expected so many. However, there are a lot of boys. Maybe many girls,
like , are too shy to come. If Wu Fang hadn't dragged me here without my knowledge, I would never have come. Now that I'm in the lion's den, I have no choice but to come along with Wu Fang
.

As we browsed, we saw all sorts of sex toys, which was truly eye-opening. Many of them were things I'd never even imagined before.
I walked with my head down the whole way, afraid of being seen, my face flushed and my breath hot. Actually, I really wanted to learn more about those sex toys that made me
blush , but I didn't dare to openly and unabashedly join others in watching the dealers demonstrate their uses.
Wu Fang, on the other hand, wasn't shy at all. Sometimes, when she got excited, she would even proactively ask the vendors questions. I really admired her; she was so bold.

Finally, Wu Fang took the opportunity to buy a few things, the names of which I can't recall, and I have no idea what she intended to do with them—it's not like she doesn't have a boyfriend. Just when we
thought 'd finished exploring, we realized we were wrong; the climax was saved for last. Apparently, there was a unique live model show planned,
which we almost missed. I hadn't planned to watch it, but Wu Fang insisted on dragging me along. I really wanted to yell at her and warn her that
she wouldn't allow . But little did I know, it was precisely because Wu Fang dragged me out to this sex culture festival that I experienced an unprecedented
thrill and climax.

Wu Fang and I wandered around the stage, unable to find a suitable spot. There were so many people—probably several thousand. With our petite figures, we wouldn't be able to see anything from the back. So, I had no choice but to squeeze forward with Wu Fang, swallowing my pride. Ugh, Wu Fang completely ruined all the ladylike image
I'd worked so hard to maintain . What a jerk!

At least half of the people there were guys, it was packed with people, there was practically no space between them.
When , I had to squeeze through the gaps between the men, sob sob! Of course, my breasts have had intimate contact with countless men, they've been thoroughly
ravaged. And that day, like usual, I wasn't wearing a bra, just a short skirt and a blue, low-cut t-shirt that subtly revealed my cleavage.

In the crowd, my breasts were almost deformed from being squeezed. Normally, I probably wouldn't have noticed this.

But things are different now; a sensitive body can easily become agitated.

What's even worse is that a few daring perverts deliberately blocked our way as we pushed forward. For example,
when I was stuck in front of one of them, he actually dared to casually reach out and pinch my breasts a few times. Strangely, I didn't feel ashamed or angry at the time; I just
felt like I was being electrocuted. I really craved that feeling. I remember he was stunned for a moment after he touched me, probably because he realized that I
wasn't wearing a bra. Haha! He got off easy.

There was another one that was even worse. It was an older man who looked to be around 50 years old. When I squeezed in front of him, he actually put his hand inside my loose
collar . Although I like that feeling, it still scared me so much that I quickly pushed away and glared at him. To my surprise
, he gave me a lewd smile. It was disgusting.

Of course, after Wu Fang and I relentlessly tried to find a decent spot, ignoring everyone else taking advantage of us, we finally found one. The fashion show was supposed
to start in a few minutes, and Wu Fang and I happened to be near the model fitting room, which was a simple area enclosed by a large piece of cloth. Out of curiosity, I went to
take a look. Suddenly, the audience erupted in a huge commotion. It turned out that several minutes had passed, and there was still only a host on stage,
no models. Later, I finally learned that one of the two models who were supposed to go on stage had to be absent due to a sudden sexual incident. However, having only
one model, who would have to change clothes frequently, or having a monotonous face, might not satisfy the audience. The organizers wanted to showcase their new products to the audience and
wanted to do their best. So, they were in a real hurry, but at this point, hiring a replacement was impossible. Therefore, they
temporarily put up a sign at the back of the fitting room recruiting a female model for the show, who could wear a mask to cover her eyes. And the bonus was very high.

As I casually glanced at the job posting, a man who looked like the boss walked up to me. He looked me over
and surprisingly asked if I was interested in temporarily modeling for him. He said I had a great figure and was perfect for the job, and even offered to increase the pay by half. He
was very polite, but seemed a bit rushed, probably because the show had already been going on for about ten minutes. I looked at him, stunned,
thinking, "The pay is really high, but should I really go?" Suddenly, I thought, "What if I were standing on stage wearing sexy lingerie, looking at thousands of
naked eyes below, displaying my most intimate body... Oh my god, what would that feel like?" For a moment, I felt such a strong longing for it. Just
imagining
seen by everyone in the audience! Right now, a restless desire is urging me to agree to his offer. Thankfully, he keeps reassuring me that he'll
put on a mask so no one will recognize me. Of course, I can't just agree to his offer right away! I'm afraid he'll realize I'm an exhibitionist, so
I pretended to negotiate the price with him for a while, so that when I agreed, he'd think I was only doing it for the money. Then, I signed the contract with him. I never imagined
I'd do something like this. In the past, I wouldn't have even dared to think about it. Now, that exhibitionist urge has completely overwhelmed me.

When I entered the changing room, I saw a girl changing her underwear. A casual glance at the dazzling array of lingerie hanging on the racks
stunned me. Was this even underwear? If it were see-through, that would be one thing, but some bras even had open necklines! Wouldn't that mean her entire breasts were exposed? What
embarrassed me even more was the sheer number of incredibly sexy stockings. Would I be allowed to wear only these stockings and no underwear on stage? If I didn't
wear underwear, wouldn't my entire genitals be exposed? Waaah! How could this be? But I'd already signed the contract. This is so embarrassing!
Will have the courage to perform on stage? I really don't know!

What I find even more incomprehensible is that the makeup artists and designers inside are all men! What are we going to do now?!

I've never seen anything like this before! While that girl was changing and leaving, that awful makeup artist actually urged me to hurry up and take my clothes off, saying that all the hundreds of pieces of lingerie
here . Waaah!

It was so embarrassing. After much hesitation, I finally took off my clothes. But what surprised me even more was that my first bra was just
a simple transparent bra. The designer completely disregarded the difference between men and women. While I was trying on the bra, to make it fit better and more evenly
, he kept pinching and squeezing my breasts, and even put his hands inside the bra to lift them up from time to time. I
couldn't stand being touched like that. My nipples instantly hardened. When he could clearly see from the transparent bra that my hardened nipples were slightly bent by the bra, he put his hands inside to pinch them to
straighten them. This way, from the outside of the bra, my nipples and areolas would look proportional. At that moment, I almost fainted. My face was burning hot.
That hot, arousing feeling almost made me scream. Of course, no matter how excited I was, I could only suppress it.

Thankfully, he kept telling me to relax, relax, and not to be nervous. He also kept praising my figure, saying it was amazing. Who knows if he was just flattering me?

Now that the girl is back, I know it's my turn to go on stage. There's no time for internal struggle anymore. I put on the mask
I had prepared beforehand and walked out of the fitting room with mixed feelings. The mask is butterfly-shaped and can cover the area above the mouth. I think I shouldn't be recognized,
since the audience doesn't restrict taking pictures with their phones. Luckily, I called Wu Fang during the show and told her I had to leave for a while. It took me a lot of
lying to get her to come over. I told her to call me after the show.

I stepped out of the dressing room, the dazzling stage lights were incredibly bright and beautiful. My feelings at that moment were extremely complicated. I knew that the arrow had already
been shot , and now it was too late to take it back. My face was burning hot, like a scalded sweet potato, and my blood was pounding violently in my veins. Actually, I
was really scared at that moment. The intense shame almost made me back out. I was so ashamed that I almost burst into tears. Every step I took felt like an eternity.

Below the stage, applause and cheers erupted like a tidal wave. I don't know how I got onto the stage. Countless cell phone cameras were flashing. I took a deep breath and told
myself it was okay. I was sure no one in the audience would recognize me. I strained my eyes to see what was happening. Oh my god, I was stunned
. Countless flashes were shining on me. Among thousands of people in the audience, I was the sole focus. The shame gradually faded,
replaced by intense stimulation and desire. A transparent bra, transparent panties, thousands of people in the audience—what could be more stimulating? What could
be more exciting for an exhibitionist like me? The ridiculously thin bra did almost nothing. My pink nipples were clearly visible through the bra,
the hard center of the bra making them appear as two sexy protrusions. The same went for my pubic hair. When I casually touched my genitals, I could
clearly feel a few mischievous pubic hairs peeking out from my transparent panties.

The most thrilling thing was that thousands of sharp eyes below the stage were admiring my incredibly sexy appearance up close. An orgasm was born in
an instant . Now, if I even lightly touched any sensitive spot on my body, a strong electric current would flow through my entire being.
During the show, I exaggeratedly swayed my exposed buttocks, tightly clenching my already aroused vulva. A sweet sensation surged from my vulva, and I—orgasmed!
In front of thousands of people, I—actually orgasmed! My heavy breathing made me lose my bearings, my flushed face was steaming. I wanted to
just strip naked on stage right now, then spread my already wet vagina open and let the flashbulbs go off over my genitals.

While I was still caught up in the excitement, the other model came up and whispered in my ear, "Go
back and change! You've wasted too much time!" That's when I realized I had no idea how long I'd been there. Ugh! How could
this happen So embarrassing! I touched my transparent panties; they were noticeably sticky. Oh no! What am I going to do?
How am I going to explain this to the two men inside? I was about to faint. As soon as I entered the changing room, I proactively and instantly took off my remaining underwear, leaving myself completely naked
in front of them. Then I quickly hung my underwear on the hanger. Damn it, I still have so much lingerie! Will all of it get wet
? Fortunately, the two men didn't fuss too much about the underwear I had just changed into. Instead, they carefully examined what I should wear next. They even
asked me why I had taken so long on stage and told me to be more careful next time. They said that if I took this long to get on stage, I probably wouldn't be able to finish performing all these clothes today.

Immediately, I breathed a sigh of relief. Naked, I nodded repeatedly, apologizing; after all, this was my first time!

(three)

The next few shows, of course, yielded the same result as my first time: I became increasingly excited and daring. I remember changing into about ten different outfits
before I was completely at ease; the initial sense of shame had vanished entirely. On stage, I could walk with increasingly exaggerated and lewd gaits.
One outfit, I remember, was an incredibly sexy bikini; the bra was so small it barely covered my nipples. Even with my not-too-small, not-too-large C-cup breasts
, it was still quite eye-catching. When I put on this sexy little bikini and went on stage, I didn't walk like a normal model; instead, I
skipped and hopped like a little girl. As I approached the front of the stage, I even raised my arms and jumped around, screaming along with the audience
. You can imagine what it would be like to skip around in a bikini that barely covers your nipples, right? My breasts swayed violently up and down and side to side with my
movements , making the audience even more enthusiastic, and I jumped even harder, on a stage with thousands of people,
under the gaze of thousands of people. My breasts, like two rubber balls, bounced off my body and then bounced back again. When I unconsciously looked down at what my chest looked
like , I was stunned. My left nipple had somehow popped out of my bikini. My pink, already hard nipples
were quite conspicuous under the gazes of the audience. A wave of shame washed over me, leaving me somewhat at a loss. However, to my surprise, instead of quickly and predictably pulling my exposed
nipples back into my bra, I gently fiddled with my engorged
nipples slowly pulled the bikini top on, and then, pretending to adjust my bikini bra, I once again pretended to accidentally expose my nipples
. At this moment, I didn't forget to give the thousands of people in the audience a mysterious and mischievous smile. The audience was already in an uproar. Just as I was about to climax
, I suddenly realized that I had been up there for a long time and it was time to go back. Amidst the shouts from the audience, I immediately returned to the changing room. Hehe!

This time, however, the two male staff members didn't scold me for going too far over the time limit. Instead, they praised me for being so creative and for really livening up the atmosphere
. I felt quite pleased with myself.

Time ticked by, and the audience grew larger and larger, a dense, dark mass—a truly spectacular sight. Now, my most private parts
were completely exposed to everyone below the stage. I really wanted to be like the other model, without a mask, so everyone could see me completely.
But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to be recognized. Oh well! I'll just have to make do. As long as I can enjoy that gaze, that's enough.
The lingerie on display is becoming increasingly revealing, almost to the point of being unbearable. But in my heart, I've completely lost that initial shyness
. With my newfound boldness, all obstacles in my path are swept away. This time, I'm wearing a bra with no visible bra and stockings
without any panties. Now, my body will be completely and utterly exposed in front of thousands of people. I know
that a large portion of the audience is there for the models, and that's exactly the effect I want!

My nipples remained erect, standing out prominently between my large, snow-white breasts. Adding to this, I was constantly subjected to the male
makeup artist's professional touches, and the excitement just wouldn't subside. My face was always flushed,
and I often had to breathe through my mouth. The stimulation and excitement were truly indescribable.

This time, I was unusually excited. This lingerie was so sexy! When I reached the stage again, the flashbulbs were once again
focused on me. As soon as I stepped onto the stage, a deafening roar erupted from the audience. All the dazzling lights and brilliance
burst forth in an instant. My high breasts bulged out from the hollow bra, and my thick pubic hair was exposed from my mysterious triangle without reservation. A hot, sensual sensation flowed through my
entire body . Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes below the stage, waves of pleasurable pleasure overwhelmed my fragile rationality. I sat on the steps at the front of the stage,
boldly spreading my legs, closing my eyes, thrusting out my exposed breasts, and tilting my head back at an extreme angle. I struck whatever
pose was most lewd.

My legs were spread wide, and the audience below stared at me with fervent intensity. Waves of sensation surged within my secret place, stimulating my sensitive nerves. I supported myself with one hand on the ground, while the other
stroked my erect nipple, which bounced up and down with my fingers. My vagina was already glistening with clear fluid,
blurring my genitals. Then, I stood up, turned around, and presented my exposed buttocks to the audience. I strutted around the stage in an exaggerated catwalk fashion, my bare
buttocks almost swaying wildly. Finally, I changed into the fitting room, my vagina still brimming with secretions.

A surge of overwhelming satisfaction erupted in that moment. The past, whether vibrant or dull, seemed like a blank canvas. Now, my entire body
was as sensitive as a volcano about to erupt; the slightest touch would ignite it, burning my entire being, and then burning the world that belonged to me now. When I
entered the fitting room again, I felt none of the shame I had felt before towards the two male staff members. What I had longed for, and what I had now
received—wasn't this everything I wanted? Going back in, the rhythm of removing my lingerie had become effortless and natural.
The lingerie show was nearing its end. This time, it was a duo show with another
model stripped off all our clothes, even our shoes, to perform several sex toys in a completely nude manner.

Now, a erotic chair was placed in the center of the stage, with a foot pedal at its base. By rhythmically pressing the pedal,
a dildo would move vertically up and down in the center of the chair, positioned perfectly against the woman's genitals. The model and I walked to the center of the stage.
First, she sat naked on the chair, and I caressed her entire body. I knelt on the armrest, straddling
her, and gently licked her nipples. She, meanwhile, pressed the pedal, allowing the dildo to slide in and out of her vagina. Everyone present could see this
clearly . I switched hands and gently stroked her already erect clitoris. Good heavens! Her vagina was already incredibly wet, the sticky fluid covering
my hands. I, too, arched my back as high as possible on the armrest, completely exposing my vagina and anus to the thousands of eyes
behind . The pleasure of exposure is now throbbing continuously within my body.

After she reached her climax, it was my turn to sit on the sex chair. As soon as I sat down, I could feel something gently
pressing against . My already sensitive body longed for it to quickly penetrate my secret place. Although at first, it felt a little awkward with the dildo pressing against my vagina, I
was more eager for my secret place to be filled quickly. I didn't put my feet on the footrests, but instead straddled the two armrests on either side, so that my
vulva was fully exposed. I tilted my head back as far as I could, making my C-cup breasts stand even higher on my rosy chest, like
two rabbits swaying on my chest. Another model stood to my left, one hand touching my right breast, while my left breast was already
surrounded by her tongue. Waves of pleasure were making my blood boil. Just then, the model put her foot on the vibrator mechanism on the chair. This
crazy girl was frantically stepping on the mechanism, forcing the vibrator to shake wildly inside my vagina. I was so excited I could hardly
breathe, panting and climaxing repeatedly. My God, this wasn't a lingerie fashion show! This was clearly a unique, blushing, and lewd performance, and
I was the star of this lewd performance.

Now, there's only one last performance left. Of course, in most fashion shows, the grand finale is saved for last. When I found out what the performance was, I was
stunned and almost backed out. It turns out the final act was a "stomach game"—I had to personally demonstrate colon cleansing equipment in front of thousands of people
! What is all this? Why does it have to be like this? In all my life, my anus has never been used for anything other than pooping! But none of that matters anymore. Things have
come to this point; nothing else matters. I'd vaguely heard about colon cleansing before. If I had the chance to try it today, that would be great! Using my
anus in front of so many people for the first time would be quite a thrill!

The sex chair was still on the stage. Since there was only one set of equipment for enemas, only one person needed to demonstrate. When the two staff
members asked us who wanted to try, the model said she had been constipated and had mild hemorrhoids, so I was the only one who went. The staff member even offered me
extra money. Actually, money wasn't important to me at all. What mattered was that I really wanted to try it. Wasn't this a great
opportunity?

The person who performed the enema wasn't the female model anymore, but a man who looked somewhat like a doctor. He asked if I had ever done this before, and I told him it
was my first time. After hearing that, he comforted me, telling me not to be nervous and that it would be okay. Then, he told me to kneel on the ground with my upper body leaning over the erotic chair in the middle.
This way, my buttocks and anus were completely exposed to the gaze of thousands of people behind me. Even if my anus contracted slightly, the people in the front row could see it
clearly. Actually, the stage wasn't very big, and the erotic chair was slightly forward in the middle of the stage. My anus was only
about . Anyone with normal eyesight could clearly see my entire genitals, even the lines around them.
Although I was almost completely relaxed now, this incredibly shameful position still made me feel a little lost.

The doctor held up a giant enema syringe and injected a full syringe of enema fluid. The moment the giant syringe touched my anus, my anus
involuntarily contracted slightly—it felt so strange. When the doctor injected the full syringe, I felt a surging sensation in my stomach;
it was hard to describe, a cool feeling that made me want to poop, but the doctor told me I couldn't until
a certain amount of fluid had been injected. So, I had to endure it. This feeling was very painful, but just thinking about all the people watching,
and the male doctor occasionally rubbing my tight anus at close range, made desire instantly overcome the pain, making me so excited I wanted to scream. Now,
the doctor asked me how I felt. I replied that it felt strange, my stomach was very uncomfortable, I wanted to poop, and my anus was about to burst. The doctor said
to wait a bit , one more injection would be enough.

Then, he injected another full syringe into my anus. He told me I could go now and didn't need to endure the pain. A
mix of emotions welled up inside me. Was I really going to have to go? My stomach felt like a snake was writhing inside me, a churning, violent sensation. I
desperately wanted defecate; my anus was at its limit. But did I really have to do it in front of so many people? Although I had
gotten used to it by now, there were still thousands of people below, and my anus was being exposed so intimately to thousands of eyes. The thought of
something being pulled out of my anus was so shameful. Even though I was still occasionally letting out gasps of pleasure,
tears were streaming down my face. I asked myself, what was wrong with me? How could I do something so lewd? To perform excretion with my anus in front of so many people, and I even felt
a strong urge to do it! Waaah! Am I beyond saving? If my relatives and friends find out about all this, will I still be the quiet, pure, and studious good
student in their eyes?

The atmosphere had reached its climax tonight. I turned my head slightly and glanced at the audience. All eyes were focused on me—
no, all eyes were focused on my completely exposed anus and genitals. Now, a strong sense of being watched made my body incredibly sensitive. Even the
slightest touch of a finger would send shivers down my spine, making all my sensitive nerves throb and stimulating my already fragile brain. Ugh,
I really look forward to this feeling, but at the same time, I can't accept it.

"Hurry up and poop, there are still many more times to go, many more times to cleanse your intestines!" Just as I was struggling with my inner turmoil, the doctor
was urging me on. I closed my eyes and told myself, poop, just do the most shameful thing in front of thousands of people, there's no turning back now, and
there's no going back halfway, just let myself reach climax in this shame!

I relaxed my entire body, especially my most intimate parts. The sudden release of the intense urge to defecate, along with the flushed
cheeks and burning body, brought an unprecedented surge of excitement. This shameful excitement led to an unprecedented
climax, right under the doctor's nose. In front of thousands of people, I tensed my body, clenched my legs, and felt an intense, unprecedented
pleasure gushing from my genitals. My body felt as limp as if I'd been drinking too much strong liquor. In a state of mental chaos, I reached my climax. A thin layer of mucus blurred my
genitals, glistening under the light, wetting the thick pubic hair around me. All of this was
clearly visible to the doctor at close range and to thousands of people nearby. The mucus continued to flow, running down my thighs. Looking at the doctor's
blank stare, this excitement made me feel utterly ashamed. At that moment, I vaguely heard the doctor say, "My God! How lewd, to have
an orgasm just from a colon cleanse." My God, is there a crack in the ground?

I stood up, turned around, wanting to see the scene. Good heavens! I was stunned! The area behind me was a complete mess.
The liquid that had been injected into my anus had all been expelled in front of me, the furthest point almost reaching the edge of the stage, nearly spraying towards the audience. And, you could clearly see strands of feces mixed in with the expelled
liquid ! Ugh! How disgusting, how shameful! No wonder the doctor was stunned;
anyone who saw this would have the same expression. Good heavens! I wonder if I still have the courage to live. My face flushed again. This time, my whole body turned red, like a ripe
apple.

"Lie down, we need to continue washing!" the doctor said, pulling my bare arm. Once again, I had to lie face down on the chair with my buttocks sticking out. At this point
, small amounts of liquid were still leaking from my anus, mixed with the vaginal fluid, almost indistinguishable. Next, the doctor
washed my intestines twice more. Both times, when I needed to defecate, the doctor specifically made me turn over to prevent me from almost spraying the audience's
faces ! What is this?! Is this some kind of torture?! However, the audience members facing me were still dissatisfied, saying why did I have to turn around?
They couldn't clearly see the intestinal cleansing fluid spraying from my anus; they wanted to see it clearly. The doctor's face turned ashen, bloodless, and he was stunned.
Ha!

Finally, in front of everyone, the doctor took a towel and wiped around my buttocks,
cleaning up everything, including what I couldn't tell was either enema fluid or vaginal discharge. It made me very uncomfortable. With my white buttocks sticking out, in front of thousands of people, having a man personally wipe around my private area
... Waaah! It's so hard to accept!

After the performance, I met the show's organizer backstage. He gave me a lot of money and said I had a lot of potential, that my catwalk performance was excellent,
and that it was fortunate the model couldn't come, otherwise I wouldn't have had such a wonderful performance. It disgusted me. Looking into his lecherous
eyes , nobody knows what he was thinking. Don't think of me as some kind of prostitute you can just pick up on the street! Humph!

When I found Wu Fang, the first thing she said was a string of curses. She asked where I'd been. I told her I'd already explained, begged her
not to be angry, and apologized for everything I'd ever done in my life. But she wouldn't let me off the hook. She even asked why my face was so red, like I'd just had an orgasm. I
was speechless, staring at her in surprise, thinking, "Could she have recognized me on stage? Impossible! She wasn't far from the dancers, but she wasn't close
either! And she's as petite as me. Everyone was pushing forward, and I was wearing a mask. Could she have recognized me?"
Just then, Wu Fang patted me and asked why I was standing there like that. I made up a lie, saying I'd accidentally bumped into my ex-boyfriend and fallen into his
trap. I couldn't resist and he tricked me into bed with him! Waaah! To make it more convincing, I even pretended to cry a few times. To my surprise, Wu Fang, who is all brawn and no brains,
was actually fooled by my ridiculous lie. Instead, she apologized to me, saying that she shouldn't have brought me out and shouldn't have yelled at me so loudly.
On the way back, she tried every means to drive me away, and I almost fainted.

After that experience, my exhibitionist journey began in earnest. The stimulation and climax I experienced were unlike anything I had ever felt in my life.
My inner desires also exploded from that moment on. I gradually transformed from a girl who appeared demure on the outside but was secretly horny on the inside into a complete
exhibitionist, and I couldn't extricate myself from it.

A person's life and destiny are in their own hands and controlled. But what about me? I'm directing a tragic and humiliating life for myself.
After a turning point, I've forgotten all my past ideals and realities. Many people say, "Express your true self; it will make your life
more authentic." But can I truly express my true self? I've done everything that needed to be done secretly, and I've concealed everything that needed to be faked
. Why is there such a disproportion between the real pain of the past and the fake excitement I'm experiencing now? I admit that
everyone has a dark side, everyone has secrets they don't want to tell, just like why disgusting fertilizer is used to nourish beautiful flowers. If I
reveal my secrets, all my previous glamour will vanish. That's truly cruel.

I don't know if my secret of being outspoken will one day be revealed, and that's what I'm worried about. I also know that I can't completely change my outspokenness
, just like a drug addict who has been addicted for many years. Even after quitting, the sight of drugs still makes me want to try them. The person I was before and the person I am now are like
completely different people; I almost don't recognize myself anymore. How sad is that! I want to get closer, but I don't even know where the other person is.
I know that if I continue like this, we will definitely drift further and further apart, and in the end, I won't even be able to find myself.

Now, back in my dorm, I rarely wear clothes anymore. My roommates are used to it. They've asked me if I like exposing my body, and I
tell them frankly that I like the feeling of being naked, not wearing clothes, because it brings me closer to nature. Then they say I must be crazy, and seriously
crazy at that.

In my dorm, I tried going out naked many times, of course, only when there was no potential danger. At school, I wouldn't dare do anything
outrageous; it could affect my entire life. I remember one time, the dorm phone rang. It was for Yu Jiajia, probably her boyfriend. Unfortunately,
Yu Jiajia had just gone to the next dorm. And of course, I was still completely naked. Without thinking, I went to the next dorm to call Yu Jiajia
. I remember there were at least five people in their dorm at the time; I didn't even have time to see them clearly. When they opened the door, I
casually told Yu Jiajia that her boyfriend had called. When they saw me, with my breasts sticking out, coming to call her naked, they were stunned. Before they
could react, I went back to my own dorm. Only then did I realize I had gone out naked, and I screamed in fright. Yu
Jiajia even scolded me, asking if I was really crazy, going to call her like that, saying I was too brave. However, upon closer reflection, such incidents are merely
the tip of the iceberg; they are just a small part compared to the larger phenomenon.

At school, there are rarely suitable opportunities or ideal locations for exposure, which is exactly what's been troubling me. There are so many
things to consider at school, and I don't want to gamble my entire future for my own desires—that would be a huge loss. So, when I'm bored on weekends,
I often go out wearing very revealing and eye-catching clothes. Many friends often ask me what's wrong with me lately, that I'm different from before, why I'm wearing such revealing
clothes, this is so different from the usually quiet Xia Yi. Little do they know my secret, hehe! Let them guess!

This time, our group of five went to a swimming pool. Of my five roommates, only Yu Jiajia wasn't there; she was probably out having fun with her boyfriend.
There was also Panpan, a tomboy from another dorm—she's incredibly outgoing. Listen to her story! She has so many boyfriends that if they held hands, they could cross the entire map of China.
I don't know if she's exaggerating. But she's incredibly lucky. Last time she came to this swimming pool, she participated in a game and won five free
tickets! She got along really well with Wu Fang and Yu Jiajia, which benefited Lili and me—we could also benefit from their good fortune.

This is a swimming area by the sea, with endless blue water. Of course, a beach on a weekend is never short of people; there were so many men and women that they could practically
form an army. We set up the makeshift tent we rented at the facility, changed into our pre-prepared swimsuits, grabbed our swimming rings, and headed out.
Of course , I have to describe what I wore! As you might expect, it was an incredibly revealing and sexy bikini. The bra was the kind
that showed off a deep cleavage, pure white, and the bottoms were tiny, almost reaching down to my buttocks, with a little bit of a skirt around the bottom.
But the skirt was very short, barely covering half my buttocks; it was purely decorative, also pure white. Overall, it wasn't too flashy,
which is typical of modern, open society! We're not surprised by such sexy swimsuits these days!

However, this swimsuit is very thin. I don't usually wear a bra, and of course, I definitely wouldn't use nipple covers. Now, you can clearly see the two little dots of my nipples sticking out of the white
bra . I deliberately chose a white swimsuit so that the shape of my protruding nipples could
be seen more clearly.

(Four)

There were so many people today, probably because it's the weekend. Everywhere you looked, spring was in full bloom, and groups of handsome men and beautiful women were everywhere.
Of ! But in this kind of setting, it didn't really matter! As for the guys, I don't really like the muscular type. Although they look very
masculine, they always give me a strange feeling. In contrast, I much prefer to see clean-shaven guys, or even
those with . And I especially love guys with a little bit of a beard; I always feel that men look more manly with a bit of a beard!

Throughout the journey, Panpan and Wu Fang had their eyes shining, clearly the kind of obsessive fangirls. I almost didn't dare to stay with them. Sigh!
Society is so cruel, fangirls are rampant!

We went to a rather crowded place, all Wu Fang's idea. She said she wanted to get a good look at handsome guys; she hadn't seen them this close in ages, and she was determined to see as many as she could
today . I almost fainted when I heard that. To be so infatuated with someone is truly unparalleled.

We came to a diving area. None of us are good swimmers. There were a lot of men and women around us. Although I was dressed rather sexily,
I wasn't exactly attracting attention. Many of the women there were also dressed very sexily. Girls are naturally beautiful; who wouldn't want
to show off their figure? Who wouldn't want to be the center of attention?

Before I entered the water, I didn't feel the magic of this swimsuit; there were only two small dots on it. But after I got in the water, I realized that
the soaking wet swimsuit clung tightly to my body. Although the material wasn't very transparent, it was very thin! After getting wet,
the shapes were clearly visible.

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