Xiaotong's Secret Diary

Xiaotong's Secret Diary
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Xiaotong's Secret Diary (Part 1)
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This is the first page of this diary. I've decided to record this. I can't bear the torment in my heart any longer! I don't know who to tell, so, diary, you are the only person in the world I can share this secret with!
Today, I saw you on the shelf at Kingstone Bookstore. I liked you at first sight. The light blue and pastel cover, a small boat without mooring on a lake with light smoke drifting by—that feeling of being lost and not knowing where to go is just like my mood. Most importantly, there's a small golden lock on it, which can lock my heart forever. This
is our first meeting, right? Well then, let me introduce myself. My name is Xiaotong, and I'm your new owner. I'm seventeen years old this year, um… and then? Okay! I'll just write whatever comes to mind! I'm 163 cm tall, and my weight… is a secret! My measurements are 34, 26, 35. I know my waist is a bit thick, but there's nothing I can do about it; it's meant to be this way! You know what? I'm a C-cup, but that's nothing special. Several girls in my class are D-cups! Is that considered big for a 17-year-old girl? Otherwise, why do so many boys stare at my chest on the school bus every day? I find it annoying, but I'm also a little smug, after all, I'm a pretty attractive girl, aren't I? Sigh… Actually, besides having a good figure, I'm just a very ordinary girl. I'm not the prettiest in my class, and my grades aren't good either. It's because I'm so ordinary that this secret bothers me so much!
What is my secret? It's… I've discovered I'm in love with my Chinese teacher! That's nothing special; many girls in my class like him! He just graduated from school last year and came to teach Chinese at our school. He's really handsome! With his distinct features, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, he often recited new poems to us during class. His gentle, affectionate tone always made my heart flutter. I don't know what that feeling was, but I always felt a certain part of my body start to heat up… Especially since he would always flick his bangs after reciting, then turn back to write on the blackboard and continue teaching. That action, that expression, often kept flashing through my mind. But! That's what bothers me. I like him so much, but I'm so ordinary; he'll never notice me! I know he probably prefers Fangyun in our class because she's universally acknowledged as a beauty, and her grades are top-notch! I've noticed that the teacher's expression is different every time he looks at her! And me? Aside from telling me to study harder after the last monthly exam, he's never said a word to me. He doesn't even call on me to read aloud or answer questions in class. Sigh! Oh, my diary! What should I do?
Oh right, after saying so much, I forgot to tell you, his name is Shukai, Yan Shukai, a very elegant name, isn't it! Sigh! I really want to call him Brother Shukai, or Shukai, I don't want to call him Teacher Yan every day...
Besides buying you today, I also bought a collection of Zheng Chouyu's poems, and I've been studying my Chinese textbook very diligently. I know that only if my grades are good will he notice me! If I also know modern poetry and can recite it with him, he will definitely like me! There's another
Chinese class tomorrow! I need to go review first! I hope I can make a lot of progress in the next exam!
Xiaotong's Secret Diary (II)
October 0th
Today was really awful! I stayed up too late studying last night, so I overslept and missed the school bus this morning, so I had to take the bus, which was packed like a sardine can. There were no seats, so I had to stand. I took out my Chinese textbook from my bag to look at it, wondering if I still remembered what I memorized last night? Back when I rode the school bus, I used to see many girls reading like me. I thought they were so fake. How could they really concentrate on reading when the bus was swaying back and forth? They were just putting on an act for the boys on the bus! To make them think they were hardworking and sophisticated! ...Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit!
But today, I genuinely wanted to read because as soon as I picked up my Chinese textbook, I thought of my Shukai.
Ah! My Shukai! I couldn't even read three lines before I started thinking about him. My whole mind was filled with him—his eyes, his eyebrows, his high nose, the way his lips moved when he recited poetry. Maybe it's because I'm sleep-deprived? My consciousness started to blur.
In my hazy state, Shukai seemed to be beside me. He gently hugged me from behind, softly stroking my thighs and pinching my buttocks. I felt so comfortable and sighed softly. Then his other hand reached in front of me, cupping my breasts with his warm palm through my uniform, slowly kneading them. My body felt like it was being electrocuted, a strange sensation washing over me. His other hand moved down my inner thighs, then up, and I knew he was between my legs. I felt his fingers digging desperately into my crotch through the fabric! I felt the electric current intensify, but his movements were so rough and painful.
After a few touches, he tried to pull down my underwear. I instinctively squeezed my legs together, but the hand on my breasts tightened even more. My breasts felt painfully pinched, and I shifted uncomfortably, feeling something hard pressing against my buttocks. Just then, the car jolted, and I snapped back to reality. Looking down at the hand on my breasts, I saw it was covered in hair and wrinkles. I immediately knew it wasn't Teacher Yan's hand; her hands were smooth and white.
I whirled around—oh my god! It was a lewd old man! That ugly face was right next to my ear, seemingly sniffing my hair, almost making me kiss his face. His face was covered in wrinkles and stubble, half-bald on his forehead, his eyes half-closed and lecherous, with two clumps of eye boogers at the corners. He grinned at me, revealing yellow teeth. I smelled that sour, foul odor and couldn't help but react, feeling a chill run down my spine and goosebumps all over my body. I felt a cool sensation on my buttocks; he had actually lifted my skirt… I knew what that hard thing on my buttocks was! I couldn't bear to look anymore, feeling terrified. I simply couldn't believe that the stories my seniors often told me about encountering perverted men on the bus were actually happening to me. Just then, the bus arrived at the stop. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. I remembered the method my senior had taught me. I took out my pen from my bag, removed the cap, and as the bus doors opened, I closed my eyes and forcefully stabbed the hard thing in my buttocks. Then, I used all my strength to rush off the bus. I didn't dare look back, but I thought I heard a scream.
After getting off the bus, I ran to the toilet at the speed of a 100-meter sprint in gym class and vomited up all the breakfast I had just eaten. Afraid of getting my hands wet, I lifted my skirt, took off my underwear, and vigorously scrubbed the area that had just been touched. My heart was pounding wildly. I felt so dirty. But... but at first, when I thought it was the teacher touching me, it felt so good! I couldn't help but press my fingers against the spot that had just been touched... Just then, the bell rang for class, and I had to hurriedly put on my underwear and go to the classroom.
The first class in the afternoon was my long-awaited Chinese class! Mr. Yan entered the classroom with his usual dashing air. From the moment he walked in, his every move drew my attention, but I dared not be too obvious, afraid that my classmates would notice. I only dared to peek at him secretly from behind my textbook. Today, the teacher prepared a poem for us, "Love, Beginning," by Zheng Chouyu: "
Since the shy beginning of love, little Lianli, your eyes, brimming with life, have truly become captivating!
Oh, seventeen years old, what a touching first love!"
I had just read this poem yesterday, and for a moment, I felt as if the teacher was reciting it to me. I felt flustered and didn't dare look at him anymore. I lowered my head, and suddenly that feeling from this morning returned. My heart was pounding as if it were about to jump out of my chest, my breathing became erratic, and I felt a hot current coursing through my body, making me feel feverish. It felt like ants were crawling down there, an itch that went straight to my heart. I involuntarily squeezed my legs together and moved slightly on the chair, letting my underwear rub against me.
"Li Tong! Li Tong!"
When I came to my senses, Teacher Yan was already standing in front of me, gently calling my name. Oh my god! His voice was so nice when he called me, unlike his usual cold tone when he called roll. The teacher bent down, his face only a few centimeters from my eyes. I had never been that close to him before, and I almost didn't dare look at him.
"Li Tong, are you feeling unwell?"
the teacher asked me with concern. I couldn't speak, so I just shook my head.
"Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"
The teacher placed his hand on my forehead. Oh my god! I almost fainted! The teacher touched me! I felt like I was about to collapse, feeling both happy and shy. I could only hide my embarrassment by burying my face in my hands on the desk.
The teacher, worried about me, asked the class monitor to take me to the infirmary to rest. I really didn't want to miss this class, but seeing the teacher's concerned eyes, I had no choice but to obey! On the way to the infirmary, my steps felt unsteady, but my heart was filled with ecstasy. The teacher really cared about me! Afraid that the class monitor would think I was crazy, I desperately tried to suppress the urge to shout and laugh! When
we got to the infirmary, the nurse wasn't there. I told the class monitor I wanted to rest, and she went back to class. I went to the restroom and took off my underwear. It was soaked, and my thighs and groin were wet too, sticky and slippery. What was going on?
How strange! That feeling was strange too. Why did I only feel this way when I was thinking about the teacher? I know! Because I love the teacher!
Oh, dear teacher, do you know? Beside you, there's an inconspicuous little girl who admires and loves you so much. Do you know?
Xiaotong's Secret Diary (Part 3)
October 0th
Today I'm so angry! Why are there so many shameless sluts in our class? Do you know? Today I had some great news! Our former teacher, that hateful old lecher, Mr. Lai, was hospitalized due to high blood pressure! It seems a bit inappropriate and immoral to be so happy, right? But he deserves it! Every time he teaches, he's always staring at our chests with those thieving eyes. He loves standing in front of Lin Wenzhen when he lectures because her grandmother is the oldest in our class, and she always likes to wear a very fitted uniform. We all worry that she might break the buttons on her chest! It's no wonder Mr. Lai gets high blood pressure from all that stimulation every day!
But what makes me even happier is that the academic affairs director announced that during Mr. Lai's hospitalization, Teacher Yan will be our class teacher. The news spread like wildfire, and everyone was overjoyed! But that's what angered me too!
During the break of the third period, Teacher Yan came to the classroom and asked the class monitor for our class roster. He said he was nervous being a teacher for the first time and wanted to get to know our students better. Unexpectedly, less than a minute after he entered, that bunch of sluts swarmed around him, chattering and bombarding him with questions. The teacher patiently answered all their questions, even telling a few jokes that made those dim-witted idiots laugh uncontrollably. Especially that big-breasted girl, Lin Wenzhen, who practically pressed her breasts against the teacher's arm! I saw the teacher flinch, glance at Lin Wenzhen, and then continue discussing things with the class monitor. I think the teacher must have been terrified by her, right? That bitch! What's the use of big breasts? Ah Hui told me that last time they went swimming together, she saw Lin Wenzhen's breasts while changing clothes. They were big, but they were sagging already at such a young age! And her nipples were so dark and big!
"She must have slept with guys, and she must have been touched and licked a lot!" Xiaohui said. She said her sister's nipples were pink and small before she got married, but they became dark and large after marriage, and even worse after giving birth to her baby. Xiaohui herself had experience; she had a boyfriend, and every time he touched her breasts, her nipples would become larger and darker.
"If you do it often, they'll become fixed," Xiaohui said, puffing out her small, still pink breasts. That time we tried on her new bra at her house, but it was too small for me.
"I'm still more envious of you," Xiaohui said mischievously, pinching my breasts. "Big and perky, with small and pretty nipples, my boyfriend would definitely drool over them!"
Humph! I don't want her boyfriend to see them! I don't want anyone to see them either! Of course, I wouldn't mind if Teacher Yan wanted to see them!
That night, while showering, I couldn't help but look in the mirror and gently stroke my breasts. Are they really that big? Do guys all like girls with big breasts? Will Teacher Yan like me? I shook my hair vigorously, and my breasts swayed along with it, as if nodding and saying "yes!" I couldn't help but touch myself, imagining that Teacher Yan was touching me. Just like Xiao Hui said, my nipples had gotten bigger, stood up, and were hard. My nipples and areolas had also turned from pink to a bright red! Then I started to itch down there, like a lot of ants were crawling on me. I rubbed it back and forth with my hands, and a slippery, sticky fluid came out. I really wanted to put my fingers in, but it hurt as soon as I did. Just then, my younger brother knocked on the door, protesting that I had been taking a shower for over an hour. I had no choice but to quickly rinse off and end today's daydreams.
[The End]
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