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Tasks included taking attendance and distributing textbooks to teachers.
On the way home, the image of her ample breasts being covered kept replaying in my mind, over and over again. The first
time I reported to class, I noticed her. Shoulder-length hair, paired with a snow-white

short-sleeved top and a well-tailored yellow khaki short skirt—the typical attire of a college student.

Compared to other high school girls her age, wearing glasses and carrying large backpacks, she possessed

a particularly striking and refined air.

My seat was in the last row of the classroom, and although the words on the blackboard were barely visible, she asked
, "Are you a student in our class?" She sat behind the attendance desk, tilting her head slightly

as she looked up me.
"Ah, yes! That's right! My seat is G-14, you can try to find it."

For reason, my tongue felt a little out of control.

She looked down at the seating chart on the desk, trying to find my seat. From my vantage point, I could

just see her snow-white neck... the first button of her open bodice extended downwards,

vaguely revealing the piping of her white lingerie. Looking closer, the sheer white nylon dress revealed glimpses of her breasts beneath , the thin straps at her shoulders barely concealing two rounded cups that clung tightly

to her soft, supple body . I could feel the heat within her, the nameless fire ignited, beginning to burn fiercely. But I couldn't see the whole picture. I wanted to bury my face in her, to carefully inhale her soft, delicate fragrance, and whisper, "Your name is Jiajun, right? Can I call you Xiaojun from now on?" I tried to control my thoughts, not wanting her to notice my lapse in composure. I said, "Of course! That's what my mom calls me. Can you also tell me your name ?" She smiled happily, "Really? Then you must be Prince Luo!" I don't even know your name! " My name is Jiang Xiaowen. I'm a fourth-year student at the business college. You can call me Xiaowen, or teaching assistant, it's fine either way ." She replied with a smile. "Yes! As you wish! Teaching assistant." I put on a cheeky face to hide my earlier fantasies about her, hoping she wouldn't discover my desires. "We'll be spending another semester together. The college entrance exams are coming up soon, so study hard!" "My job is to help you... Let's both work hard together!" As 　soon as I finished speaking, we smiled at each other, and the distance between us seemed to shrink considerably. ------------------------------------------------------------------- My seat was in the last row of the classroom. Although the words on the blackboard were hard to see, it was a good spot to observe Xiaowen. She was sitting right by the back door, half-lying on the small table, seemingly asleep. The curves of her breasts kept swirling in my mind as I struggled to get home. I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the tap 　 , my breath rising and falling gently. Peeking through the cuffs of my short-sleeved shirt, I saw a tuft of curly armpit 　　　 hair. Not very dense, its tips long and thin, extending outwards from the side of my armpit… The milky-white bra was clearly visible; no longer hidden by a padding layer, only its outline was visible, not its entirety. I wanted to bury my head in it, carefully inhaling its soft, faint fragrance, touching every inch of its smooth skin with my hands … squeezing and kneading with my fingertips… until she cried out … I quickly packed my bag and slipped out of the classroom. Xiaowen was busy copying some materials, seemingly unaware of me… the one who had just sexually assaulted her. I splashed cold water on my head, finally regaining some composure. I asked myself: 　　'Why did this happen? What should I do next?' 　　　A plan began to form in my mind! 　　　　　　　　　Desire? (Part 1) I first met Xiaowen in the second semester of my senior year of high school, at a cram school in Taichung. She was our class's teaching assistant. While officially called a teaching assistant, her duties mainly involved marking seats , taking attendance, and distributing textbooks to teachers. 　　I noticed her the first time I attended class. Shoulder-length hair, a snow-white short-sleeved well-tailored yellow khaki mini-skirt—the typical attire of a vocational school student. Compared to other high school girls her age, wearing glasses and carrying large backpacks, she possessed a strikingly refined air. "Are you a student in our class?" she asked, sitting behind the attendance desk, slightly tilting her head to look at me. Thinking, thinking, my consciousness gradually blurred. I hugged my pillow, pretending it was Xiaowen, and asked her. 　　"Ah, yes! That's right! My seat is G-14, you can look for it." For reason… My tongue felt a little unresponsive. She looked down at the seating chart on the table, trying to find my seat. From I could see her snow-white neck... the first button of her open bodice extended downwards, vaguely revealing the piping of her white undergarment. Looking closer, the sheer white nylon dress revealed two rounded bra cups, barely visible beneath the thin straps of her wide shoulders, clinging tightly to her soft body . I could feel the heat within her, the nameless ignition rising deeper and deeper, each inch upwards bringing a surge of emotion to Lingling's body... The fire began to burn fiercely. I tried my best to control my thoughts, not letting her see my loss of composure. I said, " Your name? I don't even know yours!" " My name is Jiang Xiaowen, and I'm a fourth-year student at the business college. You can call me Xiaowen, or 'Teaching Assistant. ' I can easily see her profile with just a slight turn of my eye.　　　　　　　Either is fine," she replied with a smile. "Yes! As you command, Teaching Assistant." I put on a cheeky face to hide my earlier lustful thoughts about her; I hoped she wouldn't discover my desires. "We'll be spending another semester together. The college entrance exams are coming up soon, so work hard!" " I'll need the Teaching Assistant's help." "My job is to help you... Let's both do our best together!"

As soon as we finished speaking, we looked at each other and smiled, and the distance between us seemed to shrink considerably.

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It was a good spot to observe Xiaowen. She was sitting right by the back door, and

I only needed to turn my eyes slightly to clearly see her profile.

At that moment, she was half-lying on the small table, seemingly asleep. The curves of her chest rose and

fell gently with her breathing. Looking through the cuffs of her short sleeves, I could see a tuft of curly armpit

hair. Not very dense, with long, thin, and fine tips, extending outwards from her armpit...

Her milky-white bra was clearly visible; no longer hidden by a layer of padding, only its outline was visible.

"Of course! That's what my mom always calls me." Could you also tell me that

with a sudden commotion, the entire classroom erupted in chaos, pulling me back to

reality ? Class was over...

I quickly packed my bag and slipped out of the classroom. Xiaowen was busy copying some materials, seemingly oblivious

to me... the one who had just emotionally assaulted her.

On the way home, the image of her ample breasts being covered kept replaying in my mind, swirling and swirling over and
over again . It was a difficult journey home. I rushed into the bathroom, turned on

the tap, and poured cold water over myself, finally regaining some composure. I asked myself,

"Why did this happen? What should I do next?"

A plan began to form in my mind!

Desire?Fire (Part Two)

After taking a shower, I lay in bed...
Nizi has become increasingly unruly since starting high school. She's still making phone calls in the middle of the night, not even afraid of waking up

her parents. I'll definitely give her a good scolding tomorrow.
For now, I'll put aside the tests that are bothering me and think about Jiang Xiaowen. What is she doing now

? She looks so well-behaved, maybe she's preparing for her homework. Next time, I'll have to find a way to make her disappear

, to surround and tease her until I fall into a deep sleep...
"Stop playing around, okay?" Lingling pleaded with a mournful look in her eyes.

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"I still need the teaching assistant's help." "
Your name is Jiajun, right? Can I call you Xiaojun from now on?" My

younger sister often brings a few classmates over to play, one of whom, Lingling, is particularly lively. I've

met her several times already. Her delicate eyes, paired with her fair and rosy skin, seem to

sparkle and dance before me like a tiny apple. She always likes to stick close to me, listening to me tell her funny stories from school. I

'll sometimes gently hold her arm or touch her waist, and she never seems to mind,

as if she sees it as a sign of affection.

I decided to invite her to the movies this Friday. When Lingling received the call, she readily

agreed without hesitation, a feeling I'd never experienced before. With a little more push, Lingling cried out in agreement
.

That day, she arrived wearing a pale yellow suit.
I couldn't help but exclaim, "Lingling, you look like a princess today!"
"No! I'm the princess's little darling!"

"You're talking nonsense," Lingling pouted coquettishly.

"Let's go! Let's go! We're going to be late for the movie."
>The first time I met Xiaowen was in the second semester of my senior year of high school, at a cram school in Taichung.
I took her hand and hurried towards the theater. We had bought the tickets for the lovers' seats in advance!

It was a French film, and Lingling seemed to be moved by the plot; she pressed her body against me

. I stroked her thigh, put my left hand around her shoulder and let it hang on her chest, and buried my head in her

neck, kissing and sucking deeply—it was a girl's faint, sweet fragrance.

"Mmm, Jiajun, no," Lingling murmured softly, her eyes half-closed.
I placed my right hand on Lingling's leg and slowly slipped it under her skirt, gently caressing her

. "No, no, don't do this," Lingling resisted, twisting her body slightly. My fingers had already touched

the base of her thigh, and I could feel that she was wearing small cotton panties. I placed my palm on

the , and gradually my palm began to feel damp.
I tried to press my thumb against the cleft of her vulva, kneading and teasing it clockwise. Her clitoris began to swell and harden.

Lingling turned her head away, struggling to shift her body, muttering, "No, this isn't

a real world, class is over..."
"I realized we were in a public place, and my burning desire immediately subsided by half. Lingling pushed my hands

away from her body, while also brushing her hair. Her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips were still

panting intermittently...
I whispered in Lingling's ear, 'This time I will be gentle.'

As soon as I finished speaking, I used my left hand to pull away the curtains. Lingling almost collapsed onto me. I gently pushed her down the steps and

asked softly, 'Let's go to my house! My dad and mom went abroad. They won't be back tonight.'

Lingling nodded noncommittally. Her emotions had clearly not yet calmed down from the passion just now, and her tender

body was still... " In a blurry

, burning

heat

, I pulled out my key and opened the front door. Lingling leaned close to me, and we walked in side by side.

I felt the desire to possess Lingling growing stronger and stronger. Morality and reason, put them aside for now

! I casually picked Lingling up. She let out a soft moan, her arms hanging limply at her chest

, as if she were drunk.

I carried her to the bedroom and laid her flat on the bed. My lower body was already painfully swollen, and

even through the layers of clothing, against Lingling's skin, my penis was trembling with erection. I gently bit Lingling's earlobe, while

unbuttoning the back of my suit jacket.

"Ah, don't do this!" Lingling shook her head and groaned in resistance.
"Oh, oh, it hurts!" This was a cry uttered from excessive pain and sorrow.

Stripped of her outermost armor, Lingling was only covered by a girlish, snow-white

, cute bra and panties. My restless fingers slipped into the slit of her bra, slowly

moving until I finally touched her areola and the small nipple in the center. I kneaded it with my thumb and forefinger.

Soon, like a seed soaked in water, it began to swell and harden.

Lingling bent her right leg, moving it restlessly. "Oh, oh, no,

Jiajun !"

My hands explored every inch of her smooth skin... squeezing and kneading with my fingertips... until she cried out...

I pinched Lingling's back hard, and at the same time, my left hand casually tossed the unbuttoned bra onto the bedside.
Her tender white breasts suddenly sprang out. While not as full as a mature woman's, her youthful,

budding form only fueled the urge to grasp and fondle it.

I began to squeeze it forcefully, drawing a long, bloody mark on the fabric with my sharp nails.

Lingling cried out in pain and sorrow.

I slightly parted Lingling's legs, burying my head between them and licking the mound through her panties,

using my chin to touch her elastic mons pubis. Soon,

a wet stain appeared.

My right hand continued to caress Lingling's tender breasts, while my left hand peeled off her panties.

Before me was a tuft of curly hair growing around Lingling's private area, covering her clitoris and vulva. Seeing Lingling's genitals, I could no longer

restrain
myself. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and removed

the . My younger brother was already throbbing unbearably, his head tilting upwards.

Then, with his feverish scepter, he teased those two pink labia, and the seam between them.

She was our class's teaching assistant. She was called a teaching assistant, but in reality, she was more responsible for marking the seats.
"Ah, no, please don't do this, spare me!" Lingling was still making her final struggle; she

didn't want to be swallowed up by the overwhelming surge of lust, but I couldn't, and had no way to resist.

After teasing and touching the entrance, my brother finally began to slowly push forward. I heard a sharp,

gurgling sound as the entire classroom erupted in commotion, pulling me back from my passionate fantasy to the reality

of screams and sobs.

I was shocked to realize that this was Lingling's first time, and drops of blood stained the sheets

. "Don't be afraid. Relax, it's okay!" I comforted Lingling.

"Okay." I gave her an ambiguous permission, but my fingers continued to rub and knead Lingling

's vulva.

Her clitoris was red from engorgement, and there was even more fluid flowing from her vagina. I decided to try again!

I guided my brother to her vagina and thrust in!

Lingling convulsed and screamed again! When she calmed down a little, I began to slowly

push forward, inch by inch

. "Oh, ah, ah!" Lingling groaned, clenching her fists. Amidst her

tearing agony, waves of increasingly intense tingling sensations accompanied her.

The lust within her had completely taken control of her body's rhythm! She thrust wildly, as if

trying to pierce her entire vagina.
...

Because there was no effective condom, at the last moment, I withdrew my penis from her vagina. I grabbed

Lingling's slender hand and asked her to rub it against me. Lingling's whole body went limp, letting me do as I pleased. But as

more fluid seeped from her vagina, the gush of semen flowed out, soaking her panties.

When I touched her penis, my fingers were particularly strong, and she moved them up and down rapidly in circles. I
could no longer hold back, and my milky white semen gushed out, covering Lingling's chest and abdomen.

My whole body suddenly felt heavy. I lay naked on the bed, feeling very sleepy. I

fell asleep in no time. I didn't even know when Lingling left! The only trace left was

dark red bloodstains on the sheets.

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