The Girl from the Dance Academy (Part 2) (01-02)

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Inner Chapter: (I) After finishing her morning class, Xinrou returned to her dormitory. Starting with her year, the school leaders started a new arrangement: while four people still slept in each dormitory, it became a two-boys-two-girls configuration. This meant their bed partners would also be their dance partners for the next six years. It was said that the school leaders believed this would increase the chemistry between dance partners, but Xinrou thought it only increased the number of babies in the school and didn't seem to have any special effect. Xinrou entered the school six years ago, when she was just over eleven years old and the shortest in her class. Now, five years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the unremarkable bean sprout had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her curvaceous little bottom swayed from side to side as she walked, always attracting attention. The other couple in the dormitory hadn't returned yet; only her bed partner and dance partner were watching TV in the living room. Xinrou went into the bathroom, took off her practice clothes, threw them into the washing machine, closed the shower door, and turned off the showerhead, preparing to take a comfortable hot shower. Fine hot water sprayed onto her fair skin, droplets forming a river, flowing down her neck and rolling onto her small, tender breasts. Xinrou stood under the showerhead, hands on her hips, looking at her reflection in the mirror, constantly examining herself. She had a pair of long, beautiful legs, her most prized asset. From her rounded knees upwards, her two straight thighs stretched out, tightly meeting in a triangle covered by a dark forest. The pubic hair was evenly distributed, only in a small triangle above the mons pubis; there wasn't a single hair on the outer labia majora. Xinrou kneaded the thick outer labia with her hand, then parted the two thin, tightly pressed labia minora, revealing the tender flesh inside. Her other hand was still on her hip, her waist still as slender as when she first entered school. It seemed that everything else had grown, but this place remained unchanged. Xinrou's gaze fell on her chest, her little regret. No matter how hard her bed partner tried, her two treasures never seemed to grow. However, she had heard that once you got pregnant and had a baby, even a small, round chest could become a large, round one. She was eagerly awaiting that day. After half an hour of fiddling around in the bathroom, Xinrou came out wrapped in a bathrobe and sat on the sofa with her bed partner to watch TV. She took out a tube of moisturizing cream from the low cabinet next to the sofa, lifted the hem of her bathrobe, and slowly applied the transparent cream to her lower body as if applying lipstick. She first made a stroke on each side of her labia majora, then evenly spread it on the inside and outside of her labia minora. This was a task that required a lot of patience. Xinrou sat with her legs apart, skillfully massaging her genitals, while telling jokes to her bed partner. It's true what they say, familiarity breeds affection. Over the past five years, they've probably slept together a thousand or two thousand times. If even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness, their bond is enough to last until they're seventy or eighty. And that's because Xinrou doesn't want a baby; otherwise, their child would be a toddler by now. It's like their other roommate couple. That girl has already had two babies and is now pregnant with her third. Xinrou guessed that she hadn't seen them today because they were all at a prenatal checkup. The clear moisturizing cream made her pink labia look a little pale. Xinrou looked down, blinked, and innocently nudged her roommate, handing him the tube of cream: "I can't see clearly."
He was helpless; he was engrossed in watching an entertainment program, but his bed partner's request was like a wife's command—he couldn't refuse, or he'd have to sleep on the sofa that night. He had no choice but to turn her to lie on her side, one leg across his knee, the other spread and resting on his neck. Xinrou casually grabbed a teddy bear and placed it under her buttocks to elevate her vulva. This position left her lower body completely exposed before him, yet it felt so natural to her, as if it were her right. He recalled how, when they first entered school, she absolutely refused to let him see that area. Even after being deflowered, when she was in great pain and bleeding for several days, she resolutely refused to let him see. But now, this had become their daily routine. He always knew how to handle her sensitivities, letting the moisturizing lip balm glide perfectly over her itchy areas. There was once an unreliable rumor circulating that the more a girl had sex, the darker her vulva would become, turning from pink to black. Although many biologists have debunked this as a myth. However, beauty product merchants still managed to find a huge business opportunity in this rumor. This labia moisturizing cream was specifically created to address this rumor. According to its advertising, it can not only keep pink vulvas forever, but also turn black vulvas back into pink ones. Perhaps it really works; at least Xinrou's vulva is still pink and tender. She always carries this little tube in her bag, just in case. "Okay." He patted her buttocks, and didn't forget to press the tip of his penis on her clitoris one last time. Xinrou's body trembled, and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together. "You're so annoying." She gave him a charming scolding and ran into the bedroom. Today she had arranged to meet the school photographer to take a set of photos at noon for her personal graduation album. These days, I don't know what's wrong with society. After graduating from the dance academy, only less than 30% of the students can continue their studies at university. The rest have to start looking for other ways to make a living early on. Some of the senior students chose to join the military as prostitutes, typically signing five-year contracts with high salaries and benefits, but it was incredibly tiring and arduous. They spent almost every day of the year working for the troops at the grassroots level, and after five years, they faced the difficult choice of another option. If they wanted lifelong security, they could sign a contract with the state to become military prostitutes. This meant dedicating their entire lives to the state; while they were guaranteed food, clothing, and medical care, their lives were covered by public funds, but they had no freedom whatsoever, and were completely at the beck and call of others. Xinrou disliked this kind of life. If signing a contract with the state seemed too unprofitable, they could sign all sorts of strange contracts with wealthy private business owners. However, as the saying goes, the rich are often perverse. One of Xinrou's senior students was turned into a dolphin-like woman by a wealthy businessman who ranked her on a "Do You Conform?" list, for his sexual pleasure. Xinrou didn't want to lose her legs and hands; that was a strict no-go. This wouldn't work, that wouldn't work either. Xinrou felt that her best future was to pursue further studies at an academy, where she would meet many film directors. If she was lucky, she could become a big star—of course, she knew that with her luck of never winning a consolation prize in over ten years of lottery purchases, becoming an AV actress with over 50,000 releases would be a miracle. If she couldn't become a star, becoming a dance teacher was also an acceptable option. These were her two most desired choices, but the competition was fierce, with a 70% elimination rate, forcing Xinrou to consider options after rejection. Most of the senior students who couldn't continue their studies chose the sex trade; military prostitution and camp prostitution were common choices. Xinrou originally thought of becoming a military prostitute if things didn't work out, but after seeing various "beauty service companies," "beauty manor," and "sex slave rental" job postings in video games, she thought working for a private company wouldn't be bad either. But regardless of which career path she chose, preparing a thick personal photo album as her most direct personal introduction was essential. Through a senior student surnamed Murong, she found a photographer called "A-Qiang." "This character is pronounced with the fourth tone, like 'jiang,' the 'jiang' in beef sauce," the senior student Murong said to her junior while munching on her steak. A-Qiang was a very busy photographer. Xinrou had seen many of his photographic works on his homepage, and he had also taken many of the academy's promotional photos. Getting him to take a solo portrait for her was truly difficult. For this, Xinrou had agreed to be his sex slave for a month after the shoot—A-Qiang wasn't just a professional photographer, but also a licensed sex slave trainer. Many teachers at the dance academy were sex slaves trained by him, and several had even won awards in international sex slave competitions. Xinrou secretly looked forward to being trained; perhaps it would even help her future employment. After lightly applying makeup in front of the mirror, she tore open her bathrobe and threw it on the bed, then picked up a bottle of cream and applied a layer to her chest, feeling that it made her look even whiter and smoother. Then she applied some nipple cream to her nipples; it smelled sweet and fragrant, and the taste should be wonderful. After doing this, she opened her jewelry box, an exquisite three-tiered box. The first tier contained her earrings and bracelets. Xinrou chose a pair of jade bracelets and a pair of jadeite-inlaid white gold teardrop earrings to wear. From the second tier, she picked out two ruby nipple rings and pinned them to her nipples. These two piercings were done on her fifteenth birthday; they had been incredibly painful then, much more painful than getting her ears pierced. But now, they looked absolutely beautiful. After putting them on, Xinrou took out a colorful single-layered silk lace coat from her wardrobe and draped it over her shoulders. The colorful coat made her look like a beautiful butterfly. Another feature of the coat was its sheer fabric; the chest and hem were covered only by a single layer of silk gauze, perfectly showcasing the decorations on her chest. After putting on her coat, Xinrou propped one leg up on the dressing table, parted her slippery labia with one hand, and carefully slipped on a clitoral ring adorned with a pearl the size of a little finger. This ring was a gift from her bed partner for her birthday last year. Xinrou rarely wore it because the pearl's position pressed against her clitoris, causing it to jiggle and jiggle with every step, even without clothing, quickly making her wet. After putting on the ring, she added two colorful gold anklets to each foot, each adorned with bells that jingled beautifully as she walked. Xinrou disliked wearing skirts or pants. Except in the dead of winter, she would dress up carefully (like today) and go out wearing only a slightly longer top. In the pleasant weather of early summer, she might even wear just a tube top. She loved to flaunt her beautiful body, a gift from heaven, and her most prized possession was her pair of beautiful legs, which she always wanted to display in public. She carefully twirled twice in front of the dressing mirror. The top was a little long below the waist, the hem ending right between her legs, leaving most of her small, pert buttocks exposed from behind. Xinrou thought for a moment, then picked up a bottle of skin cream and applied it to her exposed, fair buttocks. She then rummaged through a box and pulled out a fox tail with a self-locking mechanism. After lubricating the front with lubricant and testing the self-locking mechanism, Xinrou straightened one leg in front of the mirror and inserted the fox tail into her anus. In the mirror, she saw that the black tip of the fox tail was completely swallowed by her clitoris. Then, she heard a crisp "click," and a fluffy, soft, fiery red fox tail was firmly positioned between the girl's buttocks. Xinrou tried swaying her hips. The fox tail had a remarkably resilient tendon in the middle, which she could control by contracting and relaxing her anal muscles, making it perform over a dozen movements, such as raising, lowering, and swaying. It sounded simple, but learning it meant her bottom was constantly being hit by the teacher's bamboo ruler. An entire class of girls knelt on the practice mat, their buttocks sticking out, following the teacher's whistles and performing the movements with their fox tails. If anyone was slow or made a mistake, their bare buttocks would immediately come into close contact with the teacher's bamboo cane—if they didn't correct their behavior after three beatings, not only would their buttocks suffer, but they would also be turned over and whipped in the girls' delicate genitals. Even more aggressive teachers would forcefully insert the rough, segmented bamboo cane into the girls' vaginas, thrusting and stirring, leaving them bleeding profusely from the wounds. Fortunately, Xinrou was always obedient and docile, and learned things quickly. Aside from her buttocks being so swollen from being beaten that she couldn't sit down and had to eat standing up and sleep prone for a month, she didn't suffer much more. After the fox tail was finished, she finally went out. The early spring breeze ruffled her clothes, and she felt a strange coolness in her lower body. Xinrou couldn't help but jump around. The pearl pressing against her clitoris rubbed against her sensitive bud, making her feel itchy down there, and her fox tail swayed involuntarily. Passersby couldn't help but stare at the half-naked girl. Seeing everyone's envious and lustful expressions...Her expression, the flowers in Xinrou's heart, bloomed one by one, and the peonies on her lower body blossomed even more beautifully. Photographer Aqiang's residence was on a quiet side road near Xueyuan Road. Although it was a bit far, the scenery along the way was beautiful. Walking along the path, Xinrou saw the beautiful wildflowers growing on both sides and couldn't resist picking a large bunch of various flowers. She adorned her hair with wildflowers and scattered petals on her chest, transforming herself into a flower fairy. "Oh dear, where did this little wild child come from?" Aqiang's first words upon seeing her were these. Xinrou looked in the mirror and couldn't help but chuckle, "I really am a wild child." "Since you're a wild child, let's go shoot in the wild." Aqiang shouldered his equipment, "Let's go, Miss Flower Fairy." Xinrou followed behind him, skipping and hopping to the meadow behind his house. The scenery there was even more beautiful. As far as the eye could see, there was lush green grass, interspersed with blooming wildflowers. Xinrou jumped and skipped across the beautiful meadow, eventually tearing off the last of her clothes. Aqiang, finding her natural beauty breathtaking, quickly grabbed his camera to capture the moment. The girl danced naked in the sea of grass, casually picking flowers and tossing them into the air, enveloping herself in the natural fragrance. She reveled, her breasts bouncing excitedly; she smiled, the petals between her legs blooming with the most alluring beauty. She spun rapidly, as if the sky and earth were dancing together, finally collapsing onto the soft grass, her body filled with a joyful fragrance. Aqiang walked to her side and noticed that the girl seemed unusually excited. Upon closer inspection, he saw that her face was flushed, her breasts were swollen, her lower abdomen was heaving, and there seemed to be some clear fluid glistening between her legs. "I climaxed." Xinrou noticed Aqiang's strange gaze. She gracefully parted her legs, using her hands to separate her petals, showing him the clitoral ring she was wearing. "It's this... Ah, when I dance, it makes me... makes me unable to stop, the more I dance, the happier I get, the more I lose myself. When I dance, I forget everything, it feels like my whole body is on fire..." Aqiang nodded, taking a few close-up photos of that spot. "Lie down for a while, I'll go get you some flowers." Soon, he brought over a large bunch of wildflowers, scattering them evenly over Xinrou's body, truly transforming her into a beautiful flower fairy. After the shoot, A-Qiang pulled her up: "Let's go back indoors and take a few more pictures." "Aren't we going to take pictures outdoors?" Xin-Rou asked with some regret, feeling that her dance could have been better. "Let's go back and look at the pictures first, and if necessary, we can come back and take some more." The largest space in A-Qiang's house was his photography studio. Xin-Rou first took a quick shower, washing off the grass and leaves on her body, then removed all her jewelry and stood in the middle of the space with her hair down. "What should I do?" she asked curiously. "Let's take a few full-body photos first." A-Qiang had her stand on a white cloth and turned on all the surrounding lights: "Put your hands at your sides, be natural, stand up straight. Chest out, stomach in, buttocks lifted." Under the spotlight, the girl stood gracefully, her legs together and straight, her hands hanging naturally at her sides. Thanks to the two hours of ballet training she received every day at school, her posture was quite beautiful, naturally exuding a certain spirit. After taking several photos of her from the front, side, and north, A-Qiang asked her to sit down and took some more full-body photos of her sitting. "This is for your job application, right? I have a template here. Take a look." A-Qiang beckoned her to his workstation computer to look at it: "There are twenty pictures in total, forty pages. More than that would be too much to handle. In addition to full-body nude photos in standing and sitting poses, we also need some close-ups. Face, chest, hands, legs—your legs are very beautiful, you can take a few more pictures of those. And your genitals. These are all necessary, taking up about two-thirds of the content. There's still about one-third, or six pages, that's free space for you to improvise. I thought your dance on the grass earlier was very beautiful, I'm going to use it here. What do you think?" "Great. Thank you for your trouble." Xin-Rou thought this arrangement was very good and agreed. She returned to the area and, following A-Qiang's instructions, struck various poses. Some were exaggeratedly seductive, bending backward with her hands gripping her ankles and spreading her legs to reveal the beauty of her vulva; others were innocent, with her legs crossed and sitting on the ground, her hands covering her chest. To emphasize her beautiful legs, A-Qiang even designed several special poses for her. One of them involved her doing a split while standing, showcasing not only her long legs but also her beautiful vulva. "Should we take some slightly lewd photos?" Xin-Rou looked at the preview images on the computer, worried that this wouldn't be enough to attract the attention of the company's HR personnel. A-Qiang thought for a moment and handed her a cucumber: "Use this to insert." Xin-Rou was very familiar with cucumbers. This lovely vegetable had both firmness and length, was tireless, never complained, and even had its own nipples—it was truly easy to use. She sat on the white cloth, legs spread wide, one end of the cucumber pressed against the ground, the other slid against her vaginal opening a couple of times before pushing it in. "Turn over," Ah Qiang instructed. Jiang Qingrou obediently rolled over, adopting a position like a female dog, her buttocks raised. Not only that, she parted her labia with one hand and stuffed the thick, hard cucumber into her vagina with the other, appearing unsatisfied and utterly lewd. "A little more, thrust a few more times." Through the camera lens, Ah Qiang saw that the girl's labia minora were completely separated by the large cucumber, the surrounding skin taut and translucent. Qingrou moaned softly as she thrust. Fortunately, he hadn't filmed too much; he told her to stop: "Change to this bell and put it on."After taking several photos, he asked her to sit down and took some more full-body photos of her sitting. "You're using this for your job application, right? I have a template here. Take a look." A-Qiang beckoned her to his workstation computer to look at the photos: "There are twenty photos in total, forty pages. You can't look at more than that. In addition to full-body nude photos in standing and sitting poses, you also need some close-ups. Face, chest, hands, legs—your legs are very beautiful, you can take a few more photos of those. And your genitals. These are all necessary, taking up about two-thirds of the content. There's still about one-third, or six photos, that's free for you to improvise. I thought your dance on the grass earlier was very beautiful, so I'm going to use it here. What do you think?" "Great. Thank you for your help." Xin-Rou thought the arrangement was good and agreed. She returned to the area and, following A-Qiang's instructions, made various poses. There was an exaggerated, seductive pose where she bent backward, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs to show off the beauty of her genitals, and there was also a very innocent pose where she sat cross-legged on the ground, her small hands covering her chest. To highlight her beautiful legs, A-Qiang even designed several poses for her. One of them was a standing split, which not only showed off her long legs but also revealed her beautiful vulva. "Should we take some slightly lewd photos?" Xin-Rou looked at the preview images on the computer, worried that it wouldn't be enough to attract the attention of the company's HR personnel. A-Qiang thought for a moment and handed her a cucumber: "Use this to insert." Speaking of cucumbers, Xin-Rou was very familiar with them. This lovely vegetable had both firmness and length, was tireless, never complained, and even had its own nipples, making it very easy to use. She sat on the white cloth with her legs wide apart, pressed one end of the cucumber against the ground, slid the other end against her vaginal opening a couple of times, and then pushed it in. "Turn over," A-Qiang instructed. Jiang Qingrou obediently rolled over, adopting a position like a female dog with her buttocks raised. Not only that, she also parted her labia with one hand and inserted the thick, hard cucumber into her vagina with the other, appearing unsatisfied and utterly lewd. "A little more, thrust a few more times." Through the camera lens, A-Qiang saw that the girl's labia minora were completely parted by the large cucumber, the surrounding skin taut and translucent. Qingrou moaned softly as she thrust. Fortunately, he didn't film too much, and told her to stop: "Change to this bell and put it on."After taking several photos, he asked her to sit down and took some more full-body photos of her sitting. "You're using this for your job application, right? I have a template here. Take a look." A-Qiang beckoned her to his workstation computer to look at the photos: "There are twenty photos in total, forty pages. You can't look at more than that. In addition to full-body nude photos in standing and sitting poses, you also need some close-ups. Face, chest, hands, legs—your legs are very beautiful, you can take a few more photos of those. And your genitals. These are all necessary, taking up about two-thirds of the content. There's still about one-third, or six photos, that's free for you to improvise. I thought your dance on the grass earlier was very beautiful, so I'm going to use it here. What do you think?" "Great. Thank you for your help." Xin-Rou thought the arrangement was good and agreed. She returned to the area and, following A-Qiang's instructions, made various poses. There was an exaggerated, seductive pose where she bent backward, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs to show off the beauty of her genitals, and there was also a very innocent pose where she sat cross-legged on the ground, her small hands covering her chest. To highlight her beautiful legs, A-Qiang even designed several poses for her. One of them was a standing split, which not only showed off her long legs but also revealed her beautiful vulva. "Should we take some slightly lewd photos?" Xin-Rou looked at the preview images on the computer, worried that it wouldn't be enough to attract the attention of the company's HR personnel. A-Qiang thought for a moment and handed her a cucumber: "Use this to insert." Speaking of cucumbers, Xin-Rou was very familiar with them. This lovely vegetable had both firmness and length, was tireless, never complained, and even had its own nipples, making it very easy to use. She sat on the white cloth with her legs wide apart, pressed one end of the cucumber against the ground, slid the other end against her vaginal opening a couple of times, and then pushed it in. "Turn over," A-Qiang instructed. Jiang Qingrou obediently rolled over, adopting a position like a female dog with her buttocks raised. Not only that, she also parted her labia with one hand and inserted the thick, hard cucumber into her vagina with the other, appearing unsatisfied and utterly lewd. "A little more, thrust a few more times." Through the camera lens, A-Qiang saw that the girl's labia minora were completely parted by the large cucumber, the surrounding skin taut and translucent. Qingrou moaned softly as she thrust. Fortunately, he didn't film too much, and told her to stop: "Change to this bell and put it on."
Xinrou took the bell he handed her and hung it on her clitoris. She then jumped a few times as he instructed. "Can I still dance with this inserted?" Aqiang asked. "I'll try," Xinrou said, walking to the corner and striking a pose before starting again. Without music, she could dance freely, stretching her body as she pleased. She danced beautifully; the cucumber inserted in her vagina seemed to have no effect on her movements. However, something unexpected happened. After a habitual split, most of the cucumber was swallowed by her vagina, the other half broken off and sticking out. "Ouch!" She touched her lower abdomen; it felt like it had gone in too deep, almost reaching her throat. Xinrou sat on the ground, parted her labia, and tried to pull it out with her fingers. But instead of getting it out, it seemed to have gone even deeper. "Does it hurt?" A-Qiang stopped filming. Xin-Rou stood up and jumped, but felt as if the object was rooted to the ground inside her vagina and wouldn't budge. She could only shake her head helplessly: "It doesn't hurt, it just feels stuffy, like it's being inserted—I'll have to go to the infirmary to get it out." Cucumbers are great in many ways, but they break easily. The school infirmary has seen too many girls break cucumbers inside their bodies, so the process is very streamlined now, taking only five minutes. Therefore, Xin-Rou wasn't too worried that the object would stay inside. A-Qiang looked at the photos and felt they were almost done. He had Xin-Rou rub her vulva and then took out a box of genital jewelry for her to try on in turn to see the effect. Xin-Rou had never seen many of these beautiful genital jewelry pieces before. Although putting them on and taking them off one by one was troublesome, for a girl, it was a bittersweet experience. "Okay. That's all for today. I'll edit the photos, and I can give you the finished product in about a week." Ah Qiang stretched, and Xin Rou thanked him several more times. As she put her clothes back on and was about to leave, she suddenly remembered the question: "Teacher Ah Qiang, the matter of you asking me to be a sex slave, is it arranged in...?"
"Let's wait two months," A-Qiang said, patting her face. "But be prepared for hardship and suffering." Ha, two months from now, well, we'll talk about it then. Jiang Qingrou happily went back. On the way, she couldn't help but have another damn orgasm, and ended up squatting by the roadside for a long time without getting up. Not only that, she couldn't resist, and under the lamppost, she raised one leg and imitated some animal's posture to urinate. Although it was incredibly shameful for a girl to do this, the pleasure of doing something naughty in secret almost brought her to another orgasm. "No wonder urinating in the wild has always been an important part of female slave training," Xinrou thought, wiping the water droplets from her lower body with a blade of grass. "So that's how it's easy to get pleasure." With a light and happy mood, Xinrou returned to her dormitory and slept soundly through a good dream. In her dream, she became a world-famous superstar, and all men would go crazy for her. Her incredibly detailed, large-scale photos were plastered all over the bedrooms of every young man… (Part Two) Xue Yaojing: It was a bright and sunny May day. Normally, Xue Yaojing would have dressed up beautifully and gone out with her close girlfriends. But this year, she couldn't. To ensure her success in the art exams next month, her mother had forced her into this supposedly 99% guaranteed tutoring class. "It's so boring," Xue Yaojing murmured, wearing only ballet shoes, her hands gripping the barre, her back leg raised high, almost perpendicular to the ground. The other students around her were similar, completely naked except for their shoes. However, their fates were much better than the unfortunate Miss Xue; they only needed to do five hundred squats—while doing so, they absolutely couldn't let the cucumber inserted into their vaginas fall out. Although her flexibility was excellent, and the teacher praised her for being as supple as a snake, her endurance was lacking. So the teacher added a prop: a water bottle was placed vertically on the sole of her raised leg. If the bottle fell, the teacher would draw a line on her bottom. Two hours had passed, and two tally marks were already drawn on Xue Yaojing's round, perky bottom. But she didn't care at all; all she could think about was how her mother would make it up to her after enduring these two hellish weeks. Time had gone on long enough. She lowered her head to relax, but her center of gravity shifted, and the water bottle fell again. The teacher shook her head and walked over: "Eleventh time." Xue Yaojing said indignantly, "Teacher, I've been doing leg raises for two hours. Shouldn't we take a break?" The teacher looked at her watch: "That's enough for the morning." The little girl immediately perked up: Could she eat lunch now? There was nothing happier than that! "Sit down first." The teacher pointed to the horizontal bar. Xue Yaojing didn't understand, but she still jumped up and sat down. "Spread your legs." She obediently spread her legs, revealing her hairless vulva. Above the intertwined labia, where her clitoris was hidden, hung a platinum bell. This was a gift from her father for her birthday last year, which he had personally put on her. Xue Yaojing liked this unique decoration very much and rarely took it off. Now that she had spread her legs, the little bell was exposed to the teacher without any cover. "How many times did it fall down?" "Eleven times." Xue Yaojing answered very softly. She was a little scared when she saw the bamboo whip in the teacher's hand. "Straighten up, show your lower part." With the teacher's command, she instinctively lifted her buttocks and spread her legs, bringing her tender vulva forward. A gust of wind blew by, and before Xue Yaojing could think about what was happening, she felt a burning pain in her vulva. "Ouch, it hurts..." Tears welled in her eyes, and her legs instinctively closed. The teacher pointed at her with the pointer: "Spread your legs." "No." Xue Yaojing jumped down from the barre, covering her burning, aching vulva with her hands, and sobbed softly. That pointer was made of bamboo, tough and hard, with rough segments. Even hitting a dull spot like the back of the hand would hurt for a long time, let alone a girl's private parts. Xue Yaojing felt like she couldn't even walk. The burning pain in her lower body felt worse than being deflowered; it felt like it was on fire. Even being pinned down and fucked by her lecherous husky all afternoon didn't hurt like this. The teacher raised the pointer again: "Spread your legs." "No." Xue Yaojing didn't care that she wasn't wearing any clothes, only a pair of ballet shoes, and ran out of the classroom without looking back. It wasn't time for her mother to pick her up yet—her mother wouldn't arrive until 9:30 pm. Now she stood naked at the door, too afraid to go back for her clothes, terrified that the savage teacher would chase after her. Hearing a faint sound behind her, she ran away in a panic. After running several hundred meters, she stood awkwardly in a corner pavilion, unsure where to cover herself. Although it was early summer, there weren't many girls running naked in the streets; most were still wearing dresses, only their large, alluring breasts exposed. Normally, Xue Yaojing loved wearing those revealing dresses, showing off her beautiful, flawless genitals, skipping and hopping along, listening to the melodious jingling of the bells. But today was different; she had no desire to show herself. Xue Yaojing just wanted to go home, but the pain in her lower body made it impossible for her to move. She had no money for the bus. After hesitating for a long time, she suddenly felt something sticky between her hands. Looking down, she saw blood. The teacher's whip had struck her labia, and blood was already seeping from them. Xue Yaojing panicked again. Thankfully, she knew her home wasn't far; she could walk back. So, Xue Yaojing, disheveled and clutching her swollen vulva, took three steps and stopped two, looking like a little girl who had just been deflowered, slowly shuffling back home. As soon as she entered the house, she threw herself into her father's arms, crying as if she had suffered a great injustice. When she showed him her injury, her father immediately and tenderly picked her up and placed her on the sofa, quickly getting ointment to apply. He also brought her a bunch of treats to comfort her. Xue Yaojing was immersed in her father's doting love, but she felt even more wronged. Just then, her mother returned. Upon entering, she saw her daughter lying on the sofa and, out of curiosity, rushed over to ask if she was feeling unwell. Seeing yet another doting mother arrive, Xue Yaojing, through tears and a performance, recounted what had happened in the practice room, hoping to elicit some sympathy from her mother. However, to her surprise, her mother's face darkened considerably. "Get up," she said. Xue Yaojing, who had always been afraid of her mother, cried out, "What?!" "Go back," her mother said, pulling at her. "You naughty girl, you're not learning anything good! Go back now!" "I don't want to!" Xue Yaojing cried, terrified. "The teacher will hit me!" "Don't you think your mother will hit you too?!" Her mother's expression was as cold as an iceberg. Xue Yaojing looked helplessly at her father, but he dared not offend her mother, only saying, "Go apologize to the teacher, and that'll be it."
Seeing that even her father couldn't protect her, Xue Yaojing cried as she walked out, feeling utterly wronged. Her mother drove her back to the training center. The afternoon class had already started. When they reached the classroom door, they saw three other girls practicing flexibility. One was standing, bending backward and grabbing her ankles; another was sitting in a split, her legs bent towards the center, one in front of the other; and the third was sitting in a side split, her hands on her ankles, her face almost pressed against her genitals. Xue Yaojing sobbed as she followed her mother into the classroom. She felt everyone's eyes were on her. "Yaojing is spoiled at home. I've already told her off. Teacher, please continue to discipline her strictly," Xue's mother apologized to the teacher. "Teacher, how much is left to be done?" "Xue Yaojing, you tell me," the teacher said sternly. "Ten, ten lashes." Xue Yaojing sobbed, hiding behind her mother. Her mother nodded, "It's the mother's fault if she doesn't teach her daughter. Teacher, please punish me double." Saying this, she untied her skirt and stood before the teacher. The teacher, expressionless, picked up the pointer and lashed it down with a powerful, sweeping motion. "Ah!" It was Xue Yaojing who cried out. She clearly saw blood on the bamboo whip after the first lash! If twenty lashes were given, wouldn't her mother's private parts be mangled? She immediately hugged her mother, "Mom, no, no, I'll be obedient from now on, I'll practice hard... please don't hit me anymore."
Xue's mother pulled her away from her side: "Look carefully, this is your turn." The teacher's whip cracked again. Xue's mother bit her lip, letting the strong bamboo whip dance across her genitals and thighs, quickly turning them bloody. Xue Yaojing slumped to one side, her eyes filled with tears, unable to utter a single word. The other students held their breath, watching this mother's sacrifice for her daughter's education. Twenty lashes were quickly completed. Xue's mother didn't utter a sound, but her genitals were already a bloody mess. "Xue Yaojing, come up here." The teacher's face remained stern. Xue Yaojing trembled as she got up from the ground, obediently standing before the teacher with her legs spread. Ignoring the blood still dripping from her lower body, Xue's mother tightly embraced her daughter and covered her eyes, saying, "Teacher, please begin." *Crack!* The first lash struck her vulva precisely, sweeping from the mons pubis down to the perineum. Xue Yaojing burst into tears, her legs trembling uncontrollably, yet she gritted her teeth and parted her legs. The second lash struck her clitoris, as if the flesh had been ground to dust. She screamed, "Mother!" But before she could close her legs, the third lash followed, landing on her left labia. She screamed again, her legs unable to separate. Seeing her daughter about to collapse, Xue's mother steeled herself, grabbed one of her thighs, and spread her legs wide. She released her hand from her daughter's eyes, and Xue Yaojing saw the fourth lash whistle through the air, striking her torn labia minora squarely. The pain felt like a thousand steel needles piercing her at once. After the sixth lash, Xue Yaojing was practically grinding her teeth to powder. Unable to bear the sight of her most delicate area mangled under the bamboo whip, she turned and saw her mother. Tears welled in both their eyes. Then another lash whistled through the air, and with a clang, the bell hanging from her clitoris flew off. Xue Yaojing couldn't help but scream in agony, feeling numbness in that area, a burning sensation as if a branding iron had been pressed against it. Two more lashes landed on her labia majora and minora, each lash sending blood and foam flying. After ten lashes, the area below was a bloody mess, unrecognizable. Xue Yaojing collapsed to the ground, too weak to even cry. Her legs instinctively spread wide, blood flowing from her torn labia, making her crotch look like a lump of mud. The teacher, after showing the students the lesson this disobedient child had learned, finally took pity on her and her mother and let them go to the hospital for surgery. At the hospital, Xue Yaojing and her mother lay on the operating table, watching the nurses clean, disinfect, and anesthetize them. Tears streamed down her face. Fortunately, modern technology was advanced; using only a small piece of tissue, a complete tissue was quickly cultivated. The doctor quickly cut away her labia majora and minora, along with the remaining half of her clitoris, and placed them in a dish before stitching up the new tissue. The entire surgery was quick, taking less than an hour. Xue Yaojing once again had a pair of beautiful, white, hairless labia. She tried to touch the smooth outer labia; in appearance, they were almost identical to before, still the shape of that adorable, round vulva. However, the lingering numbness from the anesthesia reminded her that this lesson had been incredibly profound. It was almost dark after the surgery. Her mother bought her a fast food meal for dinner and then brought her back to her training class. Although her lower limbs were still sluggish and weak, she couldn't miss a single day of evening practice. Considering Xue Yaojing had just had surgery, the teacher didn't have her do squats with cucumbers underneath, but increased the number of repetitions from 500 to 800, and then added 50 sets of backflips followed by sideflips. Because her mother was sitting and watching the whole time, Xue Yaojing did it very seriously, with an unprecedented level of focus. Although she was very tired, she didn't complain once. When she got home that evening, her father was indeed still waiting for her. As soon as he saw his daughter return, he rushed over to greet her. Xue Yaojing threw herself into her father's arms, tears streaming down her face. Her father picked her up, led her into the bathroom, gently undressed her, and kissed her little lips: "Baby, does it still hurt?"
Xue Yaojing shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore." The anesthesia had worn off, and the new tissue was fusing with the original tissue at the base of her thighs. It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt. Right now, she felt like a very dull pencil sharpener was slowly cutting her labia. Her father put her in the bathtub, adding soothing spices to the hot water. Xue Yaojing closed her eyes, lay in the water, and let her father's hands caress her body little by little. Although it was a little rough, it felt very comfortable. Xue Yaojing loved it when her father bathed her. From childhood, she always wanted her father to caress her whole body. Only in this way could she relax after a long day of dance practice. Seeing his daughter relax without realizing it, her father sighed silently, dried her off, and carried her to the bed. Just as he was about to leave, she suddenly grabbed his hand. "Daddy," Xue Yaojing pulled her father's hand, "Kiss me." At his daughter's request, her father kissed her lips, but she wanted more, so he kissed her breasts, his tongue touching her two cute little hickeys once more. Xue Yaojing spread her legs again, grabbed her ankles with both hands, and looked at her father pitifully, "Daddy, it itches down there." Seeing his daughter's slightly furrowed brows, her father knew she needed more caresses down there, so he sat on her bed, lifted her little bottom with his large hand, and gently kissed her fragrant little hole. Xue Yaojing lay on the bed, enjoying her father's affection, feeling as if her lower body was melting into his mouth. Her legs relaxed, the tense muscles finally loosening. Her father's thumb slipped into her buttocks, gently pressing against her cute little anus. With a little pressure, his finger was swallowed, the same fullness making Xue Yaojing involuntarily moan with pleasure. Her lower body seemed to become wet; her tender bud, brushed by her father's tongue, instantly became slippery. The mother pushed open the door and saw her daughter's alluring posture on the bed. She couldn't help but smile wryly and walked to her side. "Baby, does it still hurt?" Xue Yaojing opened her eyes and looked at her mother. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Mom, does it still hurt?" "It doesn't hurt anymore either." The mother gently sat down beside her daughter and unbuttoned her clothes. "My dear daughter, are you blaming Mom?" Xue Yaojing tilted her head back and took one of her mother's nipples into her mouth, saying indistinctly, "No... Mom did it for my own good." The sweet milk flowed from her mother's nipple into her mouth, sweet and delicious, the most delicious food in the world. Her mother held her close, enjoying the pleasure of her daughter's sucking, while taking out the platinum bell and waving it in front of her: "You forgot about this, didn't you?" Xue Yaojing exclaimed in surprise, "This... Mom, you found it!" "Yes, and I even fixed the hook. How about Dad put it back on for you?" Xue Yaojing nodded, spreading her legs, revealing her clitoris, which had become very obvious under her father's teasing: "Dad, help your daughter put it back on." "I'll go get some alcohol." Her father acted quickly, returning with some alcohol. He dabbed some on his daughter's clitoris with a cotton ball, and Xue Yaojing felt a cool sensation. She then used both hands to spread her vulva wider. Her father, with practiced skill, used two fingers of one hand to pinch the base of the clitoris and pull it upwards. When he could pull it no further, he glanced at his daughter: "Does it hurt?" "No." Xue Yaojing stared intently at her father's hand, his other hand holding the sharp hook. In a flash... In just one swift motion, before Xue Yaojing could even cry out, the sharp hook had pierced through the tender flesh of her clitoris, turned halfway, and fastened to the bell's head. "Does it hurt?" Xue's mother tenderly kissed away the tears from her daughter's eyes. Xue Yaojing forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt at all. Look at me now, I'm perfectly fine." Saying this, she even stood up and bounced a couple of times on the bed: "I can kick in the air! I can even fly solo!" She struck several different poses, seemingly unaffected. Finally, she sat down in a split: "See, Dad's skills are so good, it doesn't affect my movements at all. I want Dad to buy me different bells to wear in the future." "Of course, of course." Her father picked her up and stood her on the bed, admiring her flawless genitals, gently flicking the bell with his finger: "Not just bells, but other things too, like luminous pearls, pendants, all sorts of things, whatever Yaojing likes, buy it all, so our little Yaojing can wear a different one every day." Yaojing happily hugged... Her father kissed her several times, and her mother laughed, "Alright, it's time for our daughter to sleep. She has to get up early to practice tomorrow." "Yes, go to sleep early." Her father kissed her vulva, "After the art exam, Daddy will love you every night, okay?" "Okay." Yao Jing sat on the bed, but grabbed her mother's hand, "Mom, I want you to sleep with me. I want to nurse to sleep." Knowing that her daughter had been beaten badly that day, Xue's mother knew that someone had to be with her at night, otherwise she might be traumatized. So she comforted her husband and went to sleep alone. After the mother and daughter turned off the lights, Xue Yao Jing curled up in her mother's arms, one hand grasping her mother's full breast, the other suckling a cherry-like sweet nipple. She drifted off to sleep, the mother and daughter pressed tightly together, their four long, beautiful legs intertwined, their two equally white and hairless vulvas gently touching, a small bell between them trembling slightly. Two, half a month later, at the art exam site. For these girls who have been diligently learning dance since they were six or seven years old, whether they can become future superstars depends on these three days of exams. If they don't succeed here, their chances of turning their lives around are slim, though perhaps miraculous, compared to winning a billion dollars with a two-dollar bet. The first day's competition was a physical presentation. How to select twenty girls from hundreds or thousands? A nude presentation was the best solution. Everyone received a random number, and they were divided into groups of fifty, standing neatly in their ballet shoes, their hair tied in a small bun, completely naked in the classroom. Too short, eliminated. Too large a frame, eliminated. Disproportionate, eliminated… Although Xue Yaojing was confident in her own body, seeing so many beautiful girls come out in tears after only half a minute made her uneasy. This time, no adornments were allowed; everyone faced the judges in their bare bodies. Xue Yaojing stood at the back of the line. Five judges walked past her one by one without saying a word, except for the last one who stopped briefly, reached out and pinched her nipple. She couldn't help but worry: her breasts had always developed slowly. Although her mother had tried many folk remedies and her father had diligently massaged them every day, there had been little effect. She wondered if this would be the reason for her elimination. Thankfully, she was allowed to stay. The second round was a full presentation, this time with a performance element. They had to perform a set of calisthenics in front of the judges. This was no challenge for Xue Yaojing; for her, it was just stretching her arms and shaking her legs. The judges' eyes lingered on the uniformly long, white legs, carefully observing the bouncing breasts, appreciating the girls' sweet smiles, and finally giving them intriguing scores. Only two girls were eliminated because they accidentally missed the rhythm. Xue Yaojing couldn't help but feel sorry for them, but that's how cruel the elimination rounds are. The morning's selection process ended there. As soon as she stepped outside, she was surrounded by a crowd of parents, including not only current students but also parents of younger female students. They all rushed to see the girls who hadn't been eliminated, reaching out to touch their breasts. Some parents even went so far as to put their hands between Xue Yaojing's legs, touching her vulva to get a feel for it. In a short time, Xue Yaojing lost count of how many hands had touched her entire body. She finally managed to break free and run to her mother's car to put her clothes on. After a quick lunch, her mother took her to a cram school for her final exam preparation. That evening, they had a catwalk show, and Xue Yaojing, who rarely wore high heels, had to sway as she attended the class. Just before the get out of class ended, her mother handed her a pale yellow pill, about the size of a longan, emitting a pleasant fragrance. Xue Yaojing, unfamiliar with such a thing, asked curiously, "What's this? Is it something to eat?" "Silly girl," her mother said, helping her sit down. She then spread her legs, holding the pill in one hand and inserting it into her daughter's vagina with the other. Xue Yaojing thought this thing was somewhat similar to a vibrating egg, and as soon as she got off the bed, she instinctively wanted to vibrate it a couple of times. Her mother quickly held the restless child down and used her fingers to push the pill further inside, pushing it past a certain point before letting out a sigh of relief: "This is good stuff, it costs several hundred yuan a piece. Using this will prevent injury down there. Even if dozens of men come at you at once, it won't hurt." Xue Yaojing thoughtfully touched her lower abdomen, as if she could still feel the shape of the thing inside: "Just leave it like this?" "It will slowly melt away on its own, protecting your vagina and uterus." Her mother stroked her daughter's hair, then took out a labia balm and touched up her vulva. After applying the balm, her labia shone brightly, looking extremely beautiful. Although the evening's fashion show wasn't scored, it was still...Importantly, the judges would select a few of these beautiful young women to take back to their hotel to warm their beds. Being able to serve the judges well in bed would undoubtedly be a great advantage for the next day's competition. The fashion show was held at the Lakeside International Hotel, where the judges were staying. In a private venue on the 27th floor, the six hundred girls who had passed the preliminary round stood naked on the red carpet. They were all wearing only high heels—Xue Yaojing was pleased to find that many of her sisters, like herself, were wobbling and unsteady on these things; at least she wouldn't be the ugliest one. For this fashion show, her mother had ordered the best full set of jewelry for her from a jewelry store: a pair of jade earrings, a platinum necklace with a ruby pendant, and a purple jade clitoris ring. To help the examiners remember the names of these nearly all stunningly beautiful girls, the organizers thoughtfully provided each girl with a single nipple ring, adorned with a red ribbon bearing their name painted in yellow. Xue Yaojing carefully threaded the pin of her nipple ring through the small hole on her left nipple, then began looking around anxiously, hoping to be chosen immediately. However, this was impossible. After a group appearance, they returned to the dressing room and left in batches. While waiting, Xue Yaojing curiously observed the other girls, who were just as nervous as she was. Suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. "Jiaxin, so you're here!" she exclaimed happily, running over to hug her best friend. Their two pairs of flawless breasts pressed tightly together for a long while before separating. "Where are the others? Did you see them?" Xue Yaojing asked, holding her best friend's hand. Jiaxin shook her head. "No, they're probably in another dressing room. I saw Jiang Xinrou. Did you see those photos she took? They're so incredibly sexy." Xue Yaojing remembered. She vaguely felt it was unfair. Xinrou wasn't as good as her, but she found a good photographer, giving her a much better chance of success. "She was someone's sex slave for a month. There are even training videos online now," Wang Jiaxin continued. "Not only did xxx fuck her, but also xxx and xxx. My god, how come they didn't fuck that slut down there to pieces?" Xue Yaojing knew Jiaxin was saying this out of love for her. She kissed her best friend. "Okay, it's okay. I'll try my best. You have to do your best too. We might not go to the same school, but we'll be best friends for life." "Absolutely." Jiaxin patted Xue Yaojing's butt. "Still so perky and smooth."
"I can't compare to your long legs." Xue Yaojing looked at Jiaxin's long legs with envy. Naturally gifted, there's no way to have them; these things can't be forced. Jiaxin was known as having the most beautiful legs in their grade, and that wasn't just talk. Her score in today's physical presentation would be much higher, and tonight, like Xue Yaojing, she wore almost no adornment except for two pendants on her labia, clearly not wanting anything too vulgar to distract the judges from her long legs. The two best friends were talking when a staff member came to inform them it was Jiaxin's turn to go on stage. The two hugged tightly for a while before Xue Yaojing reluctantly watched her friend leave. But as soon as she turned around, she ran into another classmate. "Sister Xiaoyi, it's so good to see you!" "Yaojing, good luck!" Hua Xiaoyi gave her a big hug: "We'll reunite at the academy." Hearing this, Xue Yaojing almost cried, but she didn't have time. A staff member had already come to tell her to wait at the sidelines, ready to go on stage as soon as the music started. "It's nothing serious." Xue Yao calmed herself down, patted her chest, and boldly stepped out of the aisle into the spotlight. She couldn't see the people below the stage, only following behind another girl whose name she didn't know, swaying her hips and shaking her tender breasts like white rabbits, trying her best to display her budding charm. As she walked down the red carpet, other girls in her group were constantly pulled to sit down at the tables. She looked around, hoping to see Jiaxin, but everywhere she looked were girls dressed almost identically. She could only see many fair and tender young bodies being held in the arms of men and groped all over. She couldn't find her best friend no matter how hard she tried. As she looked around, a hand suddenly grabbed the purple jade clitoral ring hanging in front of her. With just a slight tug, Xue Yaojing was forced to walk over and sit on the lap of an old man in his sixties. The hand that had pulled her there then slipped into her vagina; it was the withered hand of an old man, like a pine branch. Xue Yaojing was thankful that she had asked her mother to buy her a lubricant that afternoon, which she had inserted into her vagina. Now it was slippery, like it was coated with butter, and no matter how much he moved around, she didn't feel any discomfort. A group of girls came over, and the old man pulled over another girl. Although Xue Yaojing didn't like it, she still made room for the girl, and she and the other girl sat on either side of the old man. Fortunately, they were both lithe, and even with two girls sitting on his lap, the old man didn't feel any strain. He touched Xue Yaojing's breasts for a while, then tapped the girl's vulva, laughing happily as he said in his dialect, "A black pearl, a snow white, both are quite good." Hearing this, Xue Yaojing felt uneasy again. Her skin was a bit dark, said to be from a summer spent playing on a tropical beach as a child, and there was no whitening cream to correct it. Mischievous girls often called her "Black Beauty" behind her back. Hearing this now made her even more anxious. Therefore, she quickly pressed herself tightly against the old man, rubbing her smooth breasts against him, and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, what do you want to eat? I'll get you some food." "My daughter is so good," the old man pinched her nipple, "Feed Grandpa with your mouth." What a jerk. Xue Yaojing cursed inwardly, but still smiled and picked up a piece of fish, putting it in her mouth and kissing the old man on the lips. After the old man ate the fish, he held Xue Yaojing's cherry lips and entwined his tongue with hers for a while before letting go. She had just finished eating when the fair-skinned girl also came over with a mouthful of food. The old man followed suit, eating his food while simultaneously scavenging a lot of sweet saliva from the girl's mouth. Thus, Xue Yaojing herself didn't eat much at the banquet, but this old man ate quite a bit, his little hole being constantly teased and prodded, making her legs tremble and rub against each other. Fortunately, the old man's appetite wasn't very large, and after only half an hour, he carried the two of them, swaying, to the room. III. As soon as they entered, Xue Yaojing clung to the old man like a little snake: "Grandpa, I want to take a bath with you." The old man was overjoyed. The fair-skinned girl wanted to come over and be affectionate, but she was always a beat too late. The old man also saw that the bathroom wasn't very big, and figured it would be difficult for three people to bathe together, so he patted the fair-skinned girl's bottom: "Baby, wait for Grandpa on the bed." Saying this, he carried Xue Yaojing into the bathroom. Thankfully, she reacted quickly, and Xue Yaojing felt greatly relieved. Once inside the bathroom, she removed the hair ornament from her head. The old man picked up the brooch from her nipple and murmured her name, "Xue Yaojing." "Oh, Grandpa, just call me Yaojing." Xue Yaojing removed the brooch from her nipple and placed it aside, then playfully lifted her breasts, saying, "Grandpa, do you think mine are too small?" "Just the right size," the old man chuckled as he watched her undress him. The two entered the bathroom together. The bathroom had glass walls, but one side facing the master bedroom was transparent. When Xue Yaojing had her back to the old man, she made a face at the glass wall. It was hilarious to see the white-haired girl angry but unable to vent her frustration. Usually, when she bathed with her parents at home, they would caress their little princess, Xue Yaojing. Today, however, it was she who was serving this old man. She slathered shower gel between her breasts and rubbed against the old man's body, moving from his chest to his back. Then she squatted down and rubbed her small face against the old man's withered buttocks. She then slipped between the old man's legs, her fragrant mouth opening to take his half-dead penis into her mouth. Despite the old man's extreme thinness, seemingly all bone and no flesh, his penis was surprisingly large. Even before it was fully erect, Xue Yaojing felt it was already piercing her throat, dreading the thought of it tearing her uterus if it became fully hard. Despite these thoughts, Xue Yaojing diligently licked, using every technique she knew. Her nimble tongue spun around the semi-erect penis like a top, while her lips gently cleaned the soft tip. The old man sat on Xue Yaojing, enjoying her oral service, his arms around her shoulders as if riding a horse. Xue Yaojing swallowed hard for a long time before finally spitting out the old man. She then knelt before him and used her small breasts to clamp his long penis, rubbing it up and down. After doing this for quite some time, she finally managed to get it hard. Xue Yaojing secretly measured it with her small hand, thinking to herself, "This old man doesn't look it at all; this thing is as long as a donkey's. Will he fuck me to death later?" Although she thought this, she was already in his bed, and there was no reason to run away. Although her heart was pounding, Xue Yaojing could only let him mold her as he pleased. The old man patted her buttocks while wrapping both himself and Xue Yaojing in a bath towel. They went outside together. The fair-skinned girl was already impatient, bending over on the bed with her buttocks raised, looking ready to be taken. Xue Yaojing rolled onto the bed, lying on her back with her legs wide open in a split position. One hand parted her vulva, revealing her tender pink labia, while the other was in her mouth, making her look pitiful. The old man chuckled and patted Xue Yaojing's cheek: "Little vixen, don't rush, Grandpa will take you. Let Grandpa see you touch one first." As he spoke, he held the fair-skinned girl's waist, and with a flick of his seven-foot-long spear, he thrust into her plump labia. As he said, Xue Yaojing moved back a little and began to masturbate in front of the old man. Self-pleasure was commonplace for them. In school, there were more girls than boys, and they were all young women who had tasted the wonders of sex. When their desires were unfulfilled, they might comfort each other with a few close friends, but otherwise, they had to rely on themselves. Xue Yaojing closed her eyes slightly, her hand still inserted into her flower-like opening. Her thumb caressed the delicate bud through the purple jade ring, while her index and middle fingers rubbed around her labia. Her lips were slightly parted, making her look incredibly alluring. The old man thrust his entire penis into the fair-skinned girl's vagina, clearly overwhelming her. She let out intermittent moans, which blended perfectly with Xue Yaojing's soft cries. The old man held the girl's waist and pushed the cart for a while, then suddenly slapped her buttocks: "Go, eat Black Pearl's little cunt." The girl didn't dare to disobey, quickly crawling forward two steps and bending down to lick between Xue Yaojing's legs. Just as Xue Yaojing was enjoying herself, this lick caused her to feel a surge of heat in her clitoris, and a warm current rolled out from her lower abdomen, spraying the girl's face. The old man, watching from behind, laughed loudly, "Black Pearl sprayed White Pearl's face, lick it clean!" The girl, caught off guard by the spray of nectar and feeling the old man's long penis about to pierce her lower body, felt a surge of resentment and bit down on Xue Yaojing's white, hairless labia. Xue Yaojing, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, cried out in pain. The old man pulled his penis from the girl's body and pulled Xue Yaojing in front of him. Xue Yaojing took the opportunity to point to her labia and said, "Grandpa, look, it's all bitten." The old man looked closely and saw a row of fine teeth marks on the white outer labia. He laughed and said, "This thing...""Serves you right for being eaten, for being bitten. But to eat her raw like this is really too much." Xue Yaojing immediately wrapped her legs around the old man's waist, swaying her body relentlessly, her breasts bobbing up and down: "No, no, it hurts so much to bite you." The old man pinched her two plump little breasts: "Alright, come here to Grandpa, Grandpa will teach you to bite back." Xue Yaojing smugly rubbed against him, and because her legs were spread wide, she sat down easily. The old man was still holding her waist and hadn't penetrated all the way in, leaving a small part outside. Although Xue Yaojing was scared, feeling that he was about to penetrate her core, she still whispered in the old man's ear: "Grandpa, sit down, I'll jump on you."
The old man readily agreed and sat on the bed. Xue Yaojing grabbed his hands, her knees pressed against the bed, and began to jump up and down. The sixteen-year-old girl's vagina was naturally incredibly tight. While the old man's penis was long, its hardness was only average. Xue Yaojing swayed her hips, gripping it tightly, making the old man beam with delight. He reached out to touch her breasts. Xue Yaojing understood, cupping her breasts in her hands, kneading the flesh with her fingers, and even pinching her nipples, making the old man's eyes dazzled. Seeing her so eager, the other girl naturally wouldn't let up. Her breasts, both in size and shape, were better than Xue Yaojing's. She also joined in, proactively pulling one of the old man's hands to her chest and kneading it. After kneading for a while, the old man indeed felt this one was bigger and better, so he asked her to bring it over for him to taste. This girl was quite unceremonious, immediately leaning her entire body forward, completely obscuring Xue Yaojing who was diligently jumping up and down. Xue Yaojing was no pushover. With a quick twitch of her eyes, she grabbed the old man's free hand and haphazardly kneaded the girl's crotch, even pinching her clitoris with her little fingernail. Sure enough, the girl cried out and went limp. The old man, oblivious, continued sucking on her breasts with smacking sounds. Xue Yaojing, seeing her revenge complete, felt a surge of triumph and began to thrust even more vigorously. However, being a young girl, she was weak, and this position was too strenuous; she soon could no longer continue. Seeing her slow down, the old man supported her slender waist and thrust forcefully twice. His penis was unusually long. Although Xue Yaojing had mentally prepared herself, having asked her mother to insert a lubricating pill the size of a longan into her vagina that afternoon to keep it lubricated and elastic, she hadn't expected it to penetrate all the way to her clitoris. The hard thrusts made her feel both pleasure and slight pain, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together, trapping the old man's glans tightly within her. Enveloped by tender flesh and sucked from all sides, the old man reached a peak of pleasure, ejaculating a stream of semen into the sixteen-year-old girl's vagina. Xue Yaojing felt as if a hot mist was rising in her stomach. Her two beautiful little feet kicked frantically against the edge of the bed, unable to hold on any longer. Instinctively, she sat down, letting out a cry of pain as a sharp pain shot through her lower body. The old man felt the soft flesh barrier pressing against his glans suddenly disappear, revealing a bright and open space ahead. His member instantly swelled and swelled again. He grabbed Xue Yaojing's legs, spun her around ninety degrees, and pinned her down, thrusting rapidly several times. Xue Yaojing had recovered from the pain of her cervix being pierced. Now, experiencing the pleasure of being penetrated by a donkey, she completely forgot that the old man on top of her could be her grandfather. When he brought his mouth to hers, Xue Yaojing actively extended her tongue to passionately kiss him, her lower body arching higher to meet his thrusts. With the intensity of the thrusting, tiny white, pearly bubbles rose at their point of contact, making his movements even more pleasurable. Xue Yaojing was completely intoxicated with passion. Not only were her beautiful legs tightly wrapped around the old man's waist, but her breasts were also swollen and erect, the pink nipples swaying with the movement of her body. She was kneading them with her own hands, and they were clearly hard to the point of being erect. After another round of vigorous thrusting by the old man, Xue Yaojing screamed and climaxed once again. The old man took the opportunity to send his countless offspring deep into her body, leaving his mark on her forever. The old man wearily pulled his limp member out of Xue Yaojing's body. The white girl, who had been watching with burning desire and masturbating for a long time, finally found a moment to come up and suck on the old man's penis. Xue Yaojing lay limply on the bed, panting heavily, her legs still wide open. Her fingers parted her labia, which were swollen and red from the old man's thrusting, and inserted them into her muddy vaginal opening, stirring for a while before pulling them out, leaving a glistening silver thread in the air. The old man stroked her small feet, tickling the soles. Xue Yaojing giggled, and as she laughed, she put her fingers, mixed with a mixture of semen and her own nectar, into her mouth and sucked on them. She treated those fingers like small penises, sucking and thrusting them back and forth. The old man reached between her legs, parted her labia, and saw the tender red flesh inside opening and closing, the white mixture slowly being squeezed out. Xue Yaojing suddenly closed her legs, tucking the pillow under her head under her buttocks. With her big, bright eyes, she gazed at the old man tenderly and said, "Grandpa, today is my fertile period. I might get pregnant..." The old man touched her vulva and then flicked the jade ring on her clitoris, saying, "In that case, Grandpa will ejaculate a little more for you." Xue Yaojing was delighted, but deliberately acted coy, saying, "Grandpa must be tired from just fucking Yaojing. Grandpa, take a rest first. How about Yaojing dances for Grandpa?" "Yes, yes, yes." The old man was completely captivated by Xue Yaojing's charming and innocent demeanor. Everything she said was good. Ignoring her still-weak legs, Xue Yaojing jumped off the bed and grabbed the old man's arm, saying, "It's too small here, Grandpa, let me jump in the living room for you, okay?" The old man agreed and came along with the girl who was being held captive by Xue Yaojing. He didn't make her continue sucking his penis, but instead had her sit in his lap and breastfeed him. He also looked at her ribbon, just like he did at Xue Yaojing: "Liu Xuewen." Even her name contained the character "Xue" (snow), no wonder her skin was so fair. Xue Yaojing looked jealously at Liu Xuewen's full, firm breasts, white and fragrant. Even as a woman, Xue Yaojing felt a deep-seated jealousy at such a naturally beautiful pair. The old man was now holding Liu Xuewen's slender waist, one hand pinching one of her nipples, while his mouth was sucking on the other. Looking at Liu Xuewen's beautiful, slightly contorted face, seemingly enjoying it yet also in pain, Xue Yaojing felt a growing sense of resentment. The old man comfortably leaned back on the sofa, fondling Liu Xuewen's breasts. Xue Yaojing dragged the inconvenient coffee table aside and began to dance her favorite Dai ethnic dance. Under the lamplight, the beautiful young woman was as gentle and alluring as water. Her nimble fingers, shapely arms, pert breasts, and flat stomach formed an extremely beautiful curve. Although there was no musical accompaniment, her rhythmic movements still exuded a captivating beauty. Xue Yaojing danced happily, completely losing herself in the dance. It was as if she wasn't just facing one audience member, but as if she were on the highest stage, with thousands of spectators watching her dance. She raised her hands, lifted her feet, and swayed her slender waist. Her gaze was full of affection, her tender breasts swayed, and her long hair cascaded forward like a black, glossy waterfall, while her petals bloomed like peonies in May when she leaned back. After the dance ended, Xue Yaojing sat on the floor for a long time without getting up. The old man had to go over and pull her up from the carpet. He looked closely at the girl, her face flushed and her chest still heaving. Liu Xuewen stood by, at a loss. Suddenly, the old man spoke: "Can you dance again?" "Yes," Xue Yaojing answered without hesitation. "You dance like this in front of so many people?" "This is how it's supposed to be." Xue Yaojing hesitated for a moment, then added, "But I'll put a few bells on here." She pointed to her lower body and pinched her nipple, "I'll hang bells here too." "Okay." The old man pulled her to sit on the sofa. "You'll dance this the day after tomorrow." Xue Yaojing happily started dancing, but the old man leered and flicked the jade ring on her clitoris. "Grandpa's going to ejaculate even more inside you tonight." Xue Yaojing immediately understood. She turned and lay down, her legs slightly closed, clamping her tender labia. She turned to the charming old man and said, "Grandpa, is this okay?" "Little Black Pearl, you're really something." The old man pressed against her from behind, touching her smooth labia.

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