Me and my tutor

My Teacher and I (Alternative Title: Teen Romance)
Author: lwd123

(I)

That was ten years ago. I lived in a remote city in southern China. I attended a prestigious middle school, but unexpectedly, I missed the mark by just a few points on the high school entrance exam and ended up in a less prestigious school. This was a huge blow to me. Watching my former classmates happily go back to their alma mater, I could only swallow my tears.

However, once I arrived at this school, I immediately stood out from the crowd, especially my Chinese language skills. In this school where many people couldn't even speak Mandarin properly, I was exceptionally outstanding and gained the favor of teachers and classmates.

I was plain-looking, even quite ugly. But I was witty and outgoing, so I naturally became the class monitor. In my previous school, I was at best a group leader, haha, a big fish in a small pond, I often used that phrase to tease myself. I had no choice but to find humor in my predicament. Actually, I was very depressed and felt very down. I used the transportation and lunch money my family gave me to buy cigarettes and started my smoking habit.
Time flew by, and the final exams were just around the corner, followed by winter vacation. Xiao Ma's mother promised him that if he could rank in the top 25 of his class in the final exams, Lan Jie would take us on a vacation to Hainan. We had never been on vacation before, so we threw ourselves into our studies with unprecedented enthusiasm.

(II)

My distress had its reasons. First, I ended up in a terrible school, which led to a sense of loss. Second, I saw my old friends less often, especially a junior high classmate I had a crush on; I knew my importance in her heart was diminishing. Third, spending so much time on the bus every day was something I, a country bumpkin who preferred studying and sleeping in, couldn't accept.
I subconsciously tried to retreat, but it was so helpless. What made it even more embarrassing was that whenever there was even a tiny bit of space between us, my penis would quickly erase it. It became even larger and thicker. Her buttocks were full and elastic, and I could clearly feel the warmth and softness they gave me. The erection under those specific circumstances was also significantly different from the usual one, like a semi-erect state. You could clearly feel the swelling coming from the lower body, but it was definitely not an unbreakable hardness. That feeling was unforgettable.

So I started a life of leaving early and returning late, getting up at 6 o'clock every day to catch the bus to school for early reading. I usually didn't get home until 7 o'clock, and the crowded carriage was where I could sneak a nap. So (Heaven, I felt really tired).

At 16, I was going through puberty. I had feelings of sexuality since elementary school, but because of my circumstances, I didn't really understand the intricacies of sex. The only thing that told me was that I was growing up was the erection I got every morning on my way to school. My attraction to women was simply their fair skin and pure smiles.

Every day when I waited for the bus, there was a huge crowd of people going to work or school on the other side of the city. When the bus arrived, everyone rushed on because missing it would mean being late. So every day, the buses to and from school were like sardine cans; people didn't even need to hold onto the handrails, they could just close their eyes and fall asleep.

On the reclining buses, I could see some beautiful girls or women. In the days before taxis, everyone had to squeeze onto the bus equally. Sometimes… When the bus is crowded, I always politely make way for them, hoping to earn the gratitude of the beautiful women.

One morning, because the bus was so crowded, a beautiful young woman and I were squeezed together face to face. We awkwardly covered our lower abdomens with our bags and briefcases, but with the swaying of the bus, my hand and her arm kept touching, and I could see a glimpse of her white breasts through the neckline of her shirt. The smooth feeling on my arm and the visual stimulation caused me to get an erection on the bus.

My face turned bright red, and I wished I could disappear into the ground. The young woman, seeing my embarrassment, actually had a slight smile in the corner of her eye. Later, I thought about it; she was probably often assaulted on buses, and honest people like me were rare indeed.
At that moment, she... She frowned slightly and squeezed in front of me. I readily stepped aside, and she swam into the small space like a fish.

Smelling her virginal fragrance, my heart skipped a beat. Xiao Jing was such a wonderful girl, beautiful and vibrant. "Let me lean on your shoulder for a while. I'll tell you about my work later, okay?" "Okay, sweet little brother." I closed my eyes as she gently stroked me. Time seemed to freeze. For us, it was like finding an outlet for our emotions. I wished time could stay frozen forever.
Some time later, I learned she was a music teacher at a middle school, around 32 years old, and lived not far from mine. And, coincidentally, her husband was one of my former physical education teachers. Her name is Shao Ming (pseudonym).

Of course, I wouldn't acknowledge her. To be honest, she's a very charming woman. Even though she's had a child, she still maintains a stunning figure. She's about 1.63 meters tall and always wears high heels, making her appear graceful and elegant. Her fair skin and large eyes give her a unique charm. She always has a faint, alluring fragrance that I find captivating.

At that time, the weather was starting to get colder, but every day I saw her in a beautiful dress. Perhaps because she knew my character, she often stood next to me on public transport. When the bus was particularly crowded, she would lean against me, because she knew I wouldn't take advantage of her. (Actually, she didn't know that I didn't know how to take advantage of others).

"Did you know? The school is starting a dance team, and your dream guy is the coach. Unfortunately, I got selected too." Xiaojing and I were already very close, and I'd told her the secrets Xiaoma hadn't told me, only omitting the bus part. At first, she thought I was joking, but after seeing the tears welling up in my melancholy eyes, she believed me. I told her many of my feelings, and she seemed happy because I trusted her, even promising to help me gather information about the teachers.
An experience completely changed my life.

That was at school. At the event, I wore my event attire but didn't bring my backpack. I had to rush off early to arrange some work. At the bus stop, I saw her again, wearing a long black dress that looked so elegant and sophisticated, her white handbag particularly eye-catching.

The bus arrived, and we bravely rushed forward, finally getting on. The driver was loudly berating those poor souls who still wanted to get on. I stood next to her again, and her unique fragrance quickly wafted into my nostrils. I couldn't help but close my eyes, carefully savoring that special scent, feeling the smooth texture of her skin on my arm. I felt it. (I rolled up my sleeves high).

We soon reached a stop, and the carriage started to get chaotic. People kept pushing and shoving. I looked back and, damn, there were two young men in their early twenties desperately trying to push against her, gesturing towards her.

The train was still loading passengers, and I felt the pressure on my back increasing, the space between us getting smaller and smaller. Finally, there was no more space. Ah, my lower body was directly in contact with her buttocks, hidden in her wide dress. I could quickly feel the elasticity of her buttocks; they were very pert. Perhaps it was because of her good figure and wearing high heels; without the obstruction of her schoolbag, my penis quickly became erect on her buttocks.

(Part 3)
As a young man in the throes of first love, I had fantasized about women's bodies, but I didn't really know what it felt like. In elementary school, I especially loved listening to storytelling, particularly the stories of the Yang family generals. The descriptions of handsome men were mostly willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, fair skin, and big eyes; it seemed that no one ever described the elasticity or lines of a woman's figure.
And many literary works often end with the male and female protagonists kissing, and I had never seen porn or handwritten copies of porn.
Before this, I had only held hands with a female classmate from junior high school (and it was only briefly (a second), and I even got a smacked forehead with my finger when we joked around). After more than a month of riding the bus, I learned that some people on the bus would take advantage of women, groping their buttocks and breasts when it was crowded.

Having received several years of orthodox education, I had always thought that women were meant to be admired and appreciated, but I never imagined that they could arouse such shameful desires in my body. My penis became erect quickly on her buttocks. At that moment, I was wearing very thin athletic pants, and my underwear was very loose, unlike briefs which could provide limited protection for my penis. My head buzzed, as if the sky had fallen, and I was overwhelmed by my own body. The material's resistance startled me, making it impossible to savor the taste of her buttocks.

She must have felt it, because I saw her face turn red, and she nervously gripped her handbag, trying to push forward, but to no avail, just like me. When everything in the car calmed down, we stopped our pointless struggle, because that would only increase friction, the area and intensity of contact. I saw her eyes close, a helpless silence, a resigned acceptance. The captivating blush on her face remained as beautiful as a painting.

Years later, I read an article in a magazine that said different women have different attitudes towards sexual harassment, and those who are less attractive often shout and curse, using this method to express... She was the type to attract attention, and the beautiful woman tried to avoid it, not making a sound. But she couldn't hide; she wanted to prevent a similar situation from happening again, because handsome men are often harassed, and if she cried out every time, her voice would surely be ruined. I think that's definitely her situation. In that era, besides buses, bicycles were the only means of transportation, so there was practically no other choice.

At that moment, I dared not move. We were pressed tightly together, my chest and her back not an inch apart. Her beautiful hair swayed in my breath, a captivating fragrance, tempting to break the law. My heart pounded against her back; I think she could probably feel it too. I felt a sensation similar to that of my penis.

The bus started moving, carrying a full load of passengers, carrying my intense pleasure, carrying her silence, and heading forward. Although I dared not move, the bus's own swaying and the jostling of the other passengers naturally created friction between us, and I felt my penis continuously lengthening and flowing across her buttocks. My face must have been very red, and my mind was in constant turmoil.

Pleasure told me to seize this opportunity and savor this delicacy of life, but reason told me that this was the act of a scoundrel, that it was shameful. At that moment, I made a move, perhaps the only time I acted without the approval of my brain: I suddenly stretched out my left hand, which had been resting beside my thigh.

(IV)

This was a near-reflexive action. My left hand swiftly moved from my abdomen down her back, rapidly covering my swollen member, my back pressing directly against her buttocks. Startled by this sudden movement, she snapped her eyes open, her head snapping away from her right hand. Seeing I made no further move, she seemed to relax. To be honest, for so many years I've never been able to explain that action. Perhaps it's the direct influence of years of teaching on my behavior.

I'm not a saint; I lack the composure to remain unmoved, but subconsciously I still habitually… Let's be upright people. At that moment, I felt incredibly relaxed, even conceived a sense of greatness, but after the relaxation came a lot of regret.

At that moment, she rested her head on her right hand, which was gripping the overhead railing, and I quickly closed my eyes. I seemed to see a hint of approving smile on her face. I still dared not move, but the jolt of the car naturally brought us into a situation of mutual compression. My middle finger, under the pressure of my penis, directly touched her buttocks. Even a little friction could bring me endless pleasure. The large area of my back in contact with those elastic, plump, and firm buttocks was truly unforgettable. However... But even greater embarrassment was yet to come!

This was a time of tremendous change in China, with many places undertaking massive construction projects to improve urban roads and break through economic bottlenecks. A section of this highway was under expansion, riddled with potholes, causing cars to sway and bump along the way, or experience constant traffic jams.

Today, however, the journey was smooth, without any suffocating traffic. But the intense swaying was unbearable. The entire carriage bobbed up and down, left and right, in rhythm with the car's movements, accompanied by passengers' complaints. My hand constantly felt the impact from her buttocks, and the suppressed... The pleasure intensified at that moment.

I had never masturbated before, but this sensation surpassed even that. It was as if I were masturbating while simultaneously caressing—no, squeezing—the full, warm buttocks of a mature woman. I tried to control my breathing, but my hot breaths continued to hit her ear.

My reddened eyes saw the profile of her face: a straight nose, long, dark eyebrows, a snow-white neck, a flushed face, and delicate earrings. The constant, intense pleasure from the friction between her body and mine made me feel as if the sky was spinning, the earth was swaying, and I was floating on clouds. The crowd that had been pressing down on me seemed to have vanished; all that remained in the world was my throbbing head, her buttocks, the back of my hand, and my erect penis.

The Yangtze and Yellow Rivers collapsed, the floodwaters burst forth, and I ejaculated—six years of pent-up anxiety, a yearning for her beautiful buttocks—it all rushed out. It was the first time I had ejaculated while fully conscious; I was stunned! Her eyelashes fluttered in rhythm with the spasms of my genitals, but throughout, her eyes remained closed. I felt my entire genitals were soaked, and the sticky semen that had seeped through my pants clung to my palms.

The bus finally arrived at a stop, and people got off. As more people arrived, the carriage became less crowded. Stunned, I didn't move away from her, and she didn't move either. At some point, we separated, and I thought the air was filled with the smell of protein. I didn't know what to do with my hands, and I didn't dare look at my shirt; it must be soaking wet. In a daze, I thought I saw her turn slightly to look at me. I retreated in shame, and luckily found a single seat, quickly curling up and sitting down.

At that moment, I looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, and the streets were bustling with activity. I started to worry—my shirt was soaking wet. How could I face anyone? Luckily, I could take the bus all the way to the final stop—the city stadium.

With a screech of brakes, I knew the bus had stopped at her stop. I looked up and saw her staring at me, a slight smile on her flushed face—a sly, mischievous grin, like she was looking at a silly child. When our eyes met, we quickly looked away. She walked past me, carrying her unique feminine fragrance, my desire and regret, and my own arrogant, headstrong masculinity, and just like that, she was gone.

At the final stop, I didn't dare immediately face my classmates and teachers. I ran in the sunshine, I floated in the wind, I wanted my pants to dry quickly. When I appeared on the activity field, our homeroom teacher quickly called me over. As the class monitor, I shouldn't be late at this time. I was willing to accept his criticism.

Let me introduce him first. The homeroom teacher's surname is Liu, we call him Liu San. He's over 50 years old, with a full head of white hair, and he teaches math. Every time he's about a meter away from you, you can smell a strong smell of smoke. He gives us some thought-provoking questions during class, and this is usually when he indulges in his smoking habit. He usually smokes three cigarettes a day, hence the nickname Liu San. He likes me quite a bit.

"What's wrong with you today? Are you feeling unwell? Cough cough." Perhaps it was because my face was a little red.

"Yes, teacher, I have a fever today." Of course I have a fever, I was feeling unbearably hot just now.

"Oh, remember to cheer on your classmates today. If you're too tired, don't overdo it."

A little while later, after the opening ceremony, the competition began. One of my buddies rushed over. I call him Little Ma; he's a year and a half older than me. He's tall and strong. I heard that back in junior high, he often hung out with gangsters, getting into fights and chasing girls. But his family is well-off; his father is a pilot, his mother is a hotel manager, and his only sister is a flight attendant. So he has the Sony Walkman we all envy, nice sneakers, and a pretty face that I admire.

This day at school, I squeezed onto a crowded bus, only to find Xiao Jing standing right in front of me. Rumors are circulating all over the school that this school beauty is dating. Rumor has it that she's in a relationship with the student council president two years her senior. Her college boyfriend wrote her letters at school, and a kind soul opened them, finding only mushy, sweet nothings. The whole school was in an uproar, and teachers kept talking to her about it. Poor thing, her privacy was violated, and she had to face ridicule from half the world.
But everyone has flaws; he just can't study, not because he doesn't want to. He has a thuggish, domineering air about him, doesn't give face to anyone, and even dares to act tough with teachers. However, he admires me, admires my fluent and humorous way of speaking, and likes my wit. Perhaps more importantly, he often lets me copy my homework.

"Come on, let's go watch the long jump!" Looking at his excited expression, I knew this kid probably saw some beauty.

We quickly arrived at the edge of the sandpit; there were so many people there, and they were all boys. Little Ma pushed his way through, and we found ourselves in the best spot—the place where athletes usually land and get up, perfect for looking down at a girl's chest. I cursed, "You're really experienced, kid. How come I didn't notice this in middle school?" He shook his head smugly.

Then my eyes were drawn to a figure. She was standing opposite me, about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a black V-neck short-sleeved shirt that accentuated her fair skin, and red athletic shorts that made her legs look incredibly long and slender. I'd seen her on the bus before, but I hadn't noticed how good her figure was, especially her skin and thighs; this time, she left a very deep impression on me. She was intently watching the competition, her eyes large, her eyelashes long, and she had a serene and composed air about her. I nudged Xiao Ma with my elbow, "Who is that?"

"Damn, that's the school beauty, Xiao Jing! We're here to see her."

It was her turn to jump. A quick run-up, a powerful leap, and she glided through the air, her beautiful figure gliding through the air. Accompanied by cheers, she landed. I saw her white breasts peeking out from her collar; they were surprisingly large, and I actually felt an erection. She stepped over the line! Everyone sighed; otherwise, she would definitely have gotten the best result. She brushed the sand off her clothes and walked forward alone. As she passed us, I saw Xiao Ma practically drooling. I nudged him: "You idiot!"

"Damn, she's so beautiful. She and I were in adjacent classes, always the school beauty, the long jump champion in junior high. I watched her jump every time. See? I wasn't lying."

"Not bad." I replied absentmindedly.

She jumped, but still stepped over the line. As she passed by me, I suddenly said seriously, "Xiao Jing, don't rush, take your time." She turned and looked at me, giving me a kind smile.

Xiao Ma nudged me: "That's mine, you want to hit on her?"

"No, no, I'm naturally passionate."

In the crucial jump, she didn't disappoint Xiao Ma and me, winning the championship. After the event, Xiao Ma pulled me along and suddenly said, "Want to come to my house? I have some good stuff."
(V)

Of course I knew what he meant by "good equipment." After Xiao Ma recognized me as a brother, he kept inviting me to his house, saying he had some pornographic books, magazines, and videotapes, but I always refused. I had never been exposed to such equipment, and if someone found out, the school would criticize me and I might even be fired. Of course, I wouldn't risk my future and reputation, so although I was very curious, I always reluctantly refused.

However, I am not the same person I used to be. I have started to feel sexually, and I need comprehensive and systematic learning, so I quickly agreed. Xiao Ma went to ask Liu San for leave, saying I was feeling very unwell and needed to rest at his house. Mr. Liu... He readily agreed.

I sat by Xiao Ma's mountain bike, and Xiao Ma asked me, "Did you see Xiao Jing today and start thinking about women? I don't think you'll go." I chuckled, "Damn, if you don't want me to go, fine." "I'm happy you're coming. My dad just brought some porn from Japan, it's pretty good, let me show you." "Wow, your family is so open-minded, your dad even lets you watch this. If my mom knew I wanted to watch this, she'd definitely give me a piece of her mind." "I stole it, I know where my dad hides the tapes." "Your mom doesn't care that your dad watches this?" "You seem pretty smart, but you're an idiot in this area, you haven't grown up. They show this kind of thing in foreign cinemas, you know?" My parents often looked around, but they thought we kids wouldn't know. How clever am I? I can tell the color just by smelling it! "Soon, we arrived at Xiao Ma's house. It was huge, beautifully decorated, and filled with imported appliances. His dad often buys things from overseas. Just the other day, Xiao Ma told me his dad made over 1000 yuan by buying a color TV for someone in Japan—that's two months' salary for my mom!" Seeing my admiring gaze, Xiao Ma handed me a can of Coca-Cola.

At that moment, I was drawn to the photos on the wall—their family portrait. Xiao Ma's father was wearing a white tuxedo, handsome and dashing; his mother was in a black dress, exuding elegance—she looked over 35 despite being over 40. At six years old, she already possessed the charm of a mature woman. Her older sister wore a blue flight attendant uniform, radiant and beautiful; Xiao Ma was also dashing and spirited. The whole family was quite tall; Xiao Ma was already almost 1.0 cm, and her sister was 1.7 cm. I couldn't help but feel a deep admiration—what a handsome family!

While I was looking at their family photo, Xiao Ma was busy moving the VCR from the living room to his bedroom, connecting the power and carrying the machine. It wasn't that I didn't want to help, but I was afraid of damaging it, and I couldn't afford to pay for it. I went into his room; there were beautiful bookshelves, a desk, a stereo system, and a large color TV. Beside the bed were photos of him and his sister; his sister was truly beautiful, with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Is your sister older than you?" "Five years older, she's 23 this year. Isn't she pretty? There's a whole platoon of guys chasing after her!" "Won't your family suddenly come back?" I was still a little worried.

After the change of circumstances, I no longer had to spend two hours driving every day, nor did I have to search for Shao Ming in crowds every day. My inappropriate thoughts also decreased, and I had more time to study. Living alone made it easier for me to masturbate and smoke. I didn't have to be as restrained as when I was at home. I could watch videos naked and do whatever I wanted. And Xiao Ma would occasionally give me some good stuff, not only some pornographic films, but also handwritten books, dragon and wolf, attic, etc. Fortunately, I have good self-control and a good figure, so it didn't matter if I watched until very late sometimes. After strengthening my studies, my progress was still very obvious.
"My dad flew to America, my sister flew to Hong Kong, and my mom usually doesn't get home until 6 pm, don't worry." He ran into his father's room and took out a videotape. The curtains were already drawn, the door was closed, and only the light from the television remained. A strong sense of lust permeated the room.

The program started, but I don't remember the specific details. It was Japanese porn, and I couldn't understand a word of the gibberish Japanese. I only remember two couples having sex in various places: in the garden, in the swimming pool, on the sofa, on the floor, in the stairwell, and of course, on the bed—threesomes, foursomes, swapping, intercourse, oral sex, anal sex.

The new school was far from my home, requiring me to cross the entire city. In the late 1980s and early 1990s, traffic was very congested, causing me great inconvenience in going to school. When I arrived at school and saw those classmates with poorer academic performance, I felt truly regretful.
Nowadays, I wouldn't even look at those endlessly repetitive, mechanically moving pornographic tapes; they lack aesthetic appeal and artistry. I much prefer watching adult films. But back then, seeing a completely naked woman on screen for the first time was so visually stimulating that my penis throbbed until it was completely over. Even after it stopped, I couldn't stand up, my whole body was burning up, my mouth was dry, and I had already drunk every last drop of my cola.

Xiao Ma said regretfully, "I had another tape, but my buddy borrowed it. Otherwise, I could have watched it to my heart's content today. If you watch it one more time, I have to start making lunch." So I stopped watching and cooked with him.

Just five minutes later, the door suddenly opened, and her mother came back, startling us. Luckily, Xiao Ma was experienced; after watching the tape, he cleaned up the scene thoroughly, leaving no trace. But I was still blushing furiously.

"Mom, this is my class monitor. I've been with him for so long, and he's always been so kind and gentle. He's always been so good to me, and he's always been so kind and gentle. He's always been so kind and gentle ... My aunt had already run to the kitchen to cook for us —a hearty lunch

! I ate until my belly was round and full. My aunt seemed to like me a lot, constantly asking about my situation. When she learned how far my home was from school, she even offered to let me stay at their house. On the one hand, it could sponsor Xiao Ma's studies, and on the other hand, it would save me a lot of time. But I quickly refused. I felt a deep sense of inferiority in their family, not because of the money, but because I felt ashamed of myself.

That afternoon, I spent the whole afternoon chatting with Xiao Ma at his house. He already considered me a close friend.

He told me his secret: he'd had a crush on Xiao Jing for three years. He was carefree with other girls, but he never dared to pursue Xiao Jing, always feeling inferior because she was excellent in academics, arts, and sports, and she hadn't yet noticed his presence. I encouraged him to focus on his studies first, and then try his luck.

"Teacher, do you have a girl you like?" I smiled bitterly; I still couldn't open up to him. Originally, I had a crush on a classmate from junior high, but now, my mind was filled with Shao Ming's image—her every smile, her full figure, her delicate fragrance. I didn't know if it was lust or love. Perhaps young boys easily change their affections.

I couldn't sleep that night. Perhaps too much had happened today: my first ejaculation, my first time watching porn. Was I corrupt? But that feeling was so wonderful. If I watched it again, would I seize the opportunity? I couldn't

help but think of Shao Ming, and I found my penis was hard. I couldn't help but masturbate. When the pleasure subsided, I was filled with deep self-reproach.

For over a month, I searched for Shao Ming's full figure in the crowded streets, but strangely, someone I could normally bump into every two days was nowhere to be found.

And so it went. I lived in a frenzy. Every night, in the deep of night, I would masturbate, fantasizing about her. I also started to lose focus in class. After a while, my grades began to decline significantly, and my homeroom teacher contacted my parents to find out about it. My loving mother was very sad to see my grades drop, but she didn't want to pressure me. I was leaving early and coming home late every day, and I had clearly lost weight. She thought it was because the school was too far away and I was too tired.

One day, I came home, and my mother happily told me that my cousin was going to Japan soon, and there was a vacancy in the apartment behind my school, which I could stay in. This would solve the problem of me living far from school and also help a relative look for a house. But I would have to take care of my own food and laundry.

I felt an indescribable surge of emotion. Seeing my mother's graying hair, I vowed that I would definitely improve my studies and live up to my mother's expectations for me.

(VI)

I began my journey of living alone. To be honest, I was quite happy. I could live a carefree life. Although I had to cook dinner and do laundry myself, my allowance would definitely increase. And my cousin's family had everything: a washing machine, a TV, a VCR, and a refrigerator. Haha, their living conditions were much better than mine. However, I also knew the responsibility was heavy, and I had to focus on my studies.
On the very day the assignment slips were handed out, the section head found me and said very seriously that Mr. Liu's illness wouldn't improve in the short term, and our class would have a new homeroom teacher next semester. Also, the school's music teacher was going on maternity leave, and a new music teacher would be assigned to our class. The biggest difference between us and other classes is that one of our subject teachers is our substitute homeroom teacher. Because it's a subject teacher, I need to cooperate more with the new homeroom teacher in our studies.

Over the weekend, I asked Xiao Ma to help me move, taking some personal belongings and books to my cousin's house. Xiao Ma enthusiastically came running to help. Once we arrived at my cousin's house, we tidied things up a bit, and it looked quite presentable.

Xiao Hu's eyes lit up: "Haha, now we have a base! Eating, drinking, playing, watching videos, picking up girls—it's great!" "Dream on! This is where I study and live, don't mess around!" This enthusiasm couldn't be left unchecked, otherwise, it would cause trouble day and night.

"Hey, your place is pretty close to my house. I'll tell my family, how about you come over for dinner sometime?" Heh, seeing the gleam in his eyes, I knew I absolutely couldn't agree, otherwise my cousin's house would definitely become a den of iniquity. So I just ignored him.

Since I lived near Xiao Ma's house, his mother would invite me over for meals every few days. At first, I was a little embarrassed, but after a few times, we quickly became very close. And they genuinely cared for me; I could clearly feel it, of course, from the parents' perspective. From a certain perspective, it's definitely safer for Xiao Ma to be my friend than for those shady characters in society; you become like those you associate with. But conversely, I've become like those I associate with.

Under my influence, Xiao Ma's studies have improved significantly. I have a good habit when it comes to studying: I finish all my homework before dinner, then preview tomorrow's lessons, and spend the rest of the time reading extracurricular books, watching TV, listening to music, studying, and supplementing Xiao Lun's diet.

Later, I basically ate dinner at Xiao Ma's house; before that, Xiao Ma only... He would do his homework with me, and we usually spent evenings at his house. This change in his study habits directly led to an improvement in his academic performance. The power of example is immense; Xiao Ma admired me more and more and truly started calling me "big brother."

Xiao Ma's family was overjoyed to see his transformation and treated me more like an elder, even adopting me as their godson. At that time, my brother was influenced by the trend of going abroad and went to the United States, and my mother had to be stationed in Beijing for work, leaving me alone at home, only receiving 300 yuan a month for living expenses. I didn't spend much money at all, just some water and electricity bills. I spent most of my time with Xiao Ma, and he paid for everything – movies, video games – so I basically spent weekends with his family too. This period of life was truly enjoyable; I genuinely considered Xiao Ma a brother.

The first time I met Xiao Ma's sister, I was absolutely stunned! Her name is Ma Xiaolan. She's tall, with fair skin, beautiful features, exceptionally bright and expressive eyes, and a very straight nose. If Shao Ming embodies mature beauty, then Sister Lan embodies youthful beauty; Shao Ming is elegant, Sister Lan is vibrant.

She loves to sing, and has a sweet voice. As time went by, we became more and more familiar, especially after I became her godson. She was so good to me that I couldn't have any impure thoughts. Every time she returned from a flight, she would bring Xiao Ma and me some small gifts from abroad, such as Tshir, jeans, ballpoint pens, small decorations, stamps, and cassette tapes. I didn't have a sister, but now I have a sister who is like a fairy, I'm so happy.

Sister Lan loves to sing, and sometimes I accompany her on the guitar. She always praises my guitar playing.

One weekend afternoon, it was just the two of us at home (Xiao Ma had gone out to play with his friends), Sister Lan asked me to teach her how to play the guitar. I stood behind her and guided her to hold the guitar and play. Because we were so close, the fragrance of her body made me feel restless, and the unavoidable contact between our fingers made me fantasize. Her skin was as white and delicate as milk, her hands were so slender, and my eyes couldn't help but start to wander over her body.

"Thank you, teacher."
Sister Lan was wearing a loose batwing top; through the low neckline, one could clearly see a glimpse of her snow-white breasts through her prominent black bra. They were arched high by her bra, so voluptuous. My penis involuntarily became erect, thankfully restrained by my jeans.
I fantasized about my penis riding and running inside Sister Lan. I could almost see her face flushed with desire, panting softly. I called out her name, inhaling her scent, and thrusting hard—the intense stimulation! I ejaculated quickly, spraying directly onto Sister Lan's white panties. When everything subsided, I started to panic. If the person who called me "Little Luan" found out, I'd be doomed. So I quickly cleaned up the scene, washed the underwear, and hung it up. Luckily, Sister Lan came home very late that day; perhaps she thought her godmother had washed her underwear, and everything was fine.

To be honest, if this tempting time had continued any longer, I might have actually done something wrong.

Luckily, a phone call came in; Sister Lan was going out.

"I'm going to my friend's house, you can teach me next time, okay?" Lan Jie hummed a song as she went to the bathroom to take a shower. She seemed very happy. She's always smelled a lot, so she didn't

even know what kind of shower she was taking!
I know my cousin's family is quite well-off; her husband has been in Japan for five years and has earned a lot of money. Their home has all kinds of appliances, and they treat me very well. I reckon it was probably my mother who begged her, otherwise why would she let me stay?

My penis, strangely excited, became erect; it was so strong! With just a little stimulation, it was always the first to charge forward. Growing increasingly excited, I didn't care about anything else, quickly stripping myself naked, grabbing Lan Jie's bra in one hand and her panties in the other, constantly sniffing them, stroking my body in turn, as if Lan Jie were stroking me.
I was quite bored, so I lay down on Xiao Ma's bed and fell asleep. I had a dream; in my dream I was in a crowded train carriage, and Shao Ming was being held by me... In my arms, I wildly rubbed my genitals against her buttocks, feeling their warmth. I also caressed her breasts with my hands. Suddenly, she turned and smiled at me. So beautiful, but why did her face suddenly turn into Sister Lan's? I impulsively ejaculated.

At that moment, I woke up with a start, sitting up weakly. I couldn't help but think, how wonderful it would be if this dream could continue forever.

As I went to the bathroom to wash my underwear and penis, which were soaked with semen, I suddenly saw a black bra and a white pair of panties in the basin. It was Lan Jie's bra that she had changed out of! A surge of emotion rushed through me. I ran out, and after confirming that I was definitely alone in the house, I went back into the bathroom and closed the door.

With trembling hands, I cupped Lan Jie's black lace bra. Just ten minutes ago, it had been resting quietly on Lan Jie's full, white breasts, still warm from her body. I buried my face deep into the bra, and a sweet, sensual fragrance filled my nostrils. Lan Jie's lingerie was undoubtedly high-end, with a novel design. The bra was front-opening, and the panties were silk. I kept searching every corner with my nose, taking deep breaths... I savored the scent of Lan Jie's body.

The smoothness of the silk lingerie, combined with the stimulating aroma of Lan Jie's body, made me lose all thought. I pulled Lan Jie's panties directly over my erect penis, vigorously stroking it, greedily kissing the fragrant bra. What an alluring scent! I will forever remember it. This was far more stimulating than masturbation; it involved touch, taste, smell, and sight.

At that very moment, our homeroom teacher, Mr. Liu, was hospitalized with lung cancer. As the class monitor, I visited him. He was incredibly thin, and I couldn't help but shed tears. This was a ten-year... Our respected teacher, even while ill, showed great care for the students. After returning from the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. The teacher, who had been so kind and attentive, continued to care for the students.

I was deeply disappointed that I couldn't go on the trip with my dear Lan-jie. However, I could tell that Xiao-ma's parents were extremely happy; after all, this was his best result ever, and my status in their family was rising daily.

I... I listened listlessly, not really taking it to heart.

Sorry to keep everyone waiting, but I've really been busy. And I don't have the quick wit and talent of Brother zhxm. I'm only continuing to write so as not to disappoint you all. Thank you all.

Winter vacation went by quickly. During the vacation, I often went to Xiao Ma's house to play, but Sister Lan was always flying around, so I could only try my best to tutor Xiao Ma in some basic subjects.

I was a little lacking in energy, but materially I was extremely well-off. During the Spring Festival, Xiao Ma's parents and Sister Lan gave me a lot of lucky money, plus my own savings and the lucky money my mother gave me, this time... Right now, my savings have exceeded 2,000 yuan, which is no small amount. My older brother also frequently sends money home from the United States and encourages me to study hard, hoping to send me abroad in the future. Our brotherly bond is strong, and he'll definitely provide financial support in the future.

During the holidays, I also played chess and ball games with my former classmates. One day, I heard that the physical education teacher from Jiaxun went to Japan to study and earn money. Isn't that Shao Ming's husband? But I also know that I may never see her again in this lifetime. Sometimes the world is so big that it makes you feel like a tiny, insignificant ant.

(VII)
I remember a time when my sister couldn't control her movements, so I had to hug her from behind, placing my hands on hers and guiding her finger movements. My penis inevitably brushed against her back slightly; her body was so soft, her breasts so high and firm, and her fragrance so pleasant. I couldn't help but feel a little infatuated. Sister Lan was truly a beauty that made men want to rape her.
School started; I remember it was a Saturday in February 1990. I went to school with my winter break homework and registration fee, and organized the class officers to register the students. Then the head of the grade came and said that the new homeroom teacher would officially start work in the afternoon, and asked us class officers to cooperate fully with her work. And... The introduction stated that this was a talented individual recruited by the school, and if her learning progress this semester was satisfactory, she would become a formal teacher after the summer vacation. During the afternoon class meeting, the grade leader would formally introduce her to all the students.

That afternoon, under the watchful eyes of all the students, the grade leader walked onto the podium with a slender, beautiful woman. I was stunned, my face flushing red. It was Shao Ming! She had almost disappeared from my memory; her beautiful face had become blurred in my mind, seemingly gradually replaced by Sister Lan. But now she stood on our class's podium, radiant. As the class monitor, I had even forgotten to say "Stand up!"

The section chief gave me a disapproving look, then introduced her to the class: "Classmates, this is your new homeroom teacher, Ms. Shao. She's a talented woman; she's won national dance competitions and is excellent at both singing and dancing. She's currently a dance instructor with the city's amateur dance troupe, and will be in charge of all the school's entertainment activities. So, although she's a subject teacher and very busy, you must be diligent in your studies in other subjects. Alright, Ms. Shao, I'm now handing this class over to you." Shao Ming looked around, then said in a magnetic voice: "Classmates, my name is Shao Ming. I'm only ten years older than you. I hope to be not only your teacher but also your friend and older sister.

So, if you have any problems with your studies or life, be sure to come to me." She pointed to her full breasts, slowly... As she spoke, her gaze met mine, and she clearly stopped, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Only then did I take a closer look at Shao Ming. Her hair was thick and black, casually tied in a ponytail. Her long, arched eyebrows were quite charming, below which were large, double-lidded eyes. Beyond her refined features were her flawless, snow-white skin and the soft lines of her neck. My gaze was drawn to her full breasts, proudly erect, their elasticity and softness palpable despite the layers of clothing.

She wore a beige pantsuit, her figure sharply defined from the chest down, revealing an incredibly sexy abdomen, and her buttocks, which I so desperately desired, were so perfectly rounded! No wonder she was a dancer; her figure was top-notch.

This was the true image of a music teacher in my mind. Seeing all this, I couldn't help but get an erection right there in the classroom. Good heavens! My little brother stood at attention as soon as he saw Shao Ming.

Suddenly, the section chief said, "Class monitor, stand up!" I stood up in a panic, too embarrassed to stand straight.

"This is Wen Hua, the class monitor. He's excellent in both character and academics, and also good at extracurricular activities. You must cooperate well with Teacher Shao." I nodded nervously. I saw Teacher Shao's gaze seem to fall on my subject. I hurriedly sat down, accidentally knocking my pencil case to the ground, causing the whole class to burst into laughter. When I picked up my pencil case, I looked up and saw Teacher Shao smiling at me. I quickly lowered my head, not knowing what to feel.

Later, everyone did a simple self-recommendation. When it was my turn, I said, "I will do my best to support the teacher's work." On the way home, I... Xiao Ma said, "What do you think of our homeroom teacher?" "She's so beautiful and sexy! How can we even have music class now? Just looking at her is enough, hehe." I quickly and sternly told Xiao Ma, "From now on, if anyone speaks rudely to Teacher Shao, I won't stand for it. Xiao Ma, you're my brother, will you help me?" Seeing my stern expression, Xiao Ma quickly said, "Teacher, just say the word, and I'll listen to you. But do you like our homeroom teacher?" "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!" That night, I couldn't sleep, that strange yet familiar smile lingering in my mind, the turmoil of youth in my heart... I started masturbating. Ah! Shao Ming, I love you.
To run into Teacher Shao Ming on the bus, I lied to Xiao Ma's family, saying my mother was back from out of town and I needed to go home often. So I resumed my life of searching for that mature and beautiful figure in the morning and evening crowds. But strangely, no matter how early I got up or how late I left, I couldn't catch her at the bus stop. She was a subject teacher, only teaching one music class and one class meeting per week. Unlike other core subject teachers, she wasn't often at school, and she also oversaw some off-campus dance practice, making it difficult to see her at school.
Teacher Shao followed... She employed an open teaching and management style, fully trusting her classmates. She mobilized the class leaders to take responsibility for students who weren't doing well in their subjects, usually assigning tasks during class meetings. Her beauty, kindness, and respect for her classmates truly gave everyone a refreshing feeling.

And some teachers, for reasons unknown (most of whom were male!), became particularly diligent and responsible in teaching our class. The class's discipline suddenly improved significantly, and some struggling students showed a great learning attitude, which I greatly admired, and at the same time... I couldn't figure out her route.

During her classes, I always kept my head down; I couldn't resist her charm, afraid yet eager to meet her gaze, feeling guilty like a thief. In other classes, I couldn't concentrate, lost my appetite, and was restless.

The daily commute caused my grades to slip again.

I thought of following her after class to see where she was, but after school, I searched every classroom in the school and couldn't find her. I was also very frustrated; I felt she treated me like all the other students, with no difference in attitude, perhaps even less. I felt life was abandoning me, and love was leaving me.

So I gave ... I had set a goal: if I didn't run into her by today, I would go back to my cousin's house; after all, my studies were the priority.
I started to become increasingly complacent, and my smoking increased. Many female classmates could already smell the faint scent of tobacco on me, but I didn't care. Subconsciously, it seemed I wanted to become worse so that Ms. Shao would care about me. Her care for students who weren't doing well in their studies was meticulous.

When Xiao Ma found out, she was initially devastated, but thankfully, this family member wasn't someone to be trifled with, and she quickly found a beautiful girl from a tourism school to rely on for comfort. Haha, the love of young people is always so fleeting. She 's easily swayed by others.

We were already quite familiar with each other, though we hadn't really talked. At school, we were both active members of the arts and entertainment scene; she was good at track and field and singing, while I had participated in school speech and poetry recitation competitions. So we'd supported each other a few times—you could say we admired each other.

She saw me and nodded. I politely said, "Hello!" At that moment, the carriage became unusually crowded. I pressed myself against her slender body, thankfully separated by a military backpack. But to be honest, my heart was currently occupied by Shao Ming, and perhaps Lan Jie could also arouse my desire; I had little interest in other women. We started chatting in the crowded carriage, mostly about school, who was good in our class, and so on.

After one stop, the train became increasingly crowded. Suddenly, Xiaojing said to me, "It's too crowded. Can you walk with me for a while?" "Sure!" I wasn't in a good mood anyway, and the beautiful bridge ahead would be a good way to clear my head.

We got off the train with great difficulty. It was sunset, and a fishing boat was sailing on the river, its surface shimmering. The bridge was bustling with people, and a gentle breeze was blowing, making it very pleasant. She opened her arms and ran, then suddenly shouted, startling me as I chased after her.

"Are you feeling down?" "Yes, I feel like the world is so worldly now. I have no friends, no one I can trust. I feel so depressed." I saw a faint glimmer of tears in her eyes.

"Xiaojing, you're wrong if you think like that. I know so many people used to like you, and at least you have a boyfriend now. I'm not as lucky as you; the person I like doesn't even realize I exist. You might think people are nosy these days, but isn't there a saying? 'Walk your own path, let others talk.' Look at the beautiful scenery by the river. When you're feeling down, reading a book or listening to music can help you understand many emotions and melodies you couldn't otherwise comprehend. In a couple of years, everyone will go their separate ways. Don't care too much about what others think of you; the key is to be yourself!" She froze, stopped, and looked at me with a grateful gaze—a look of longing for a kindred spirit, yet also disbelief. "What was I really like?" "Don't get angry when I tell you." The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"I'm so happy today. I've been wanting to confide in someone for so long, but there's no one to listen. My so-called best friend, Lingqiao, is gone. Even my parents are wary of me like thieves. If I had known you were so understanding, I would have come to you." "Why didn't you go to him?" "I hate him so much now! He told me the day before yesterday that we should break up!" "Why? Did your teacher go to see him?" "He has another boyfriend. What am I? Now he's ruined my reputation, and I have to face all of this. And

he's off having a good time." Xiaojing wrapped her arms around her slender legs, biting her lip as she spoke fiercely.
I couldn't help but picture her boyfriend's face. I saw him on the school's recommendation board, an exceptionally handsome and dashing young man. I never expected him to be such a fickle person. I valued Xiaojing very much, and without any ulterior motives, I put my hand on her shoulder and let her lean on mine.
She cried sadly on my shoulder. I remembered the lyrics, "This is the value of growing up." She cried even more bitterly. She cried and threw herself into my arms. Aside from Shao Ming, I'd never been this close to any other woman, and now she was so emotionally dependent on me. I considered myself quite something, a kind of emotional healer, and I knew her crying could completely dispel the sorrow in her heart.
I gently patted her back. Her scent filled my nostrils. But at this moment, I felt no lust; even my desires seemed extravagant. After all, humans aren't driven by lust.

She cried for a while, then suddenly looked up and said... She said something that made me burst out laughing: "You smell so strongly of cigarettes, it's awful." "Ha, you're so blinded by greed! You're asking me to lend you my shoulder to cry on, and you say that? Who's going to lend me their shoulder then? Don't lean on me if you don't like it!" "Yes, that's more like a manly thing to do. What's wrong? Tell me. If you want to cry, I'll lend you my shoulder." She turned back into her usual fiery self. I silently rested my head on her shoulder, unyielding. She patted me like a baby.

(8)

She often came to my cousin's house on Saturday afternoons when she didn't have classes, tidying up my room, chatting with me, and listening to music.

The weather was starting to get hot. One weekend afternoon, I was watching porn at home, and when I got to a part I was enjoying, I was masturbating while watching it completely naked. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Xiaojing called out to me loudly at the door. I panicked and tidied up my things before opening the door. Today she was full of energy, wearing sportswear that accentuated her beautiful figure, and her fair skin was slightly flushed. She probably had run all the way, as there was a little bit of sweat on her forehead. "Were you doing something naughty in your room? Why did it take you so long to open the door?" She rushed in, looking around.

I smelled her virgin fragrance. "No, I was sleeping." "Trying to lie to me?" she asked, pointing to the clean bed.

For a moment I didn't know how to answer, so I asked her in return, "Where did you come from, all rushing around like that?" "I just went to practice, preparing for the city's middle school sports meet." She was still trying to find some evidence against me, her eyes constantly searching.

"You're not wondering who's hiding in my room, are you?" "Who knows? I'm so thirsty, get me a glass of water." I went to the kitchen to get water, and suddenly heard her cheer: "Found it, haha, what a great videotape!" I rushed out to snatch the tape back from her, but she nimbly dodged, laughing smugly. I quickly said, "This one's broken. If you want to watch it, I have 'The Essence of Heroism' here." "I don't believe it! I want to watch it, is it a porn tape?" Looking at the beautiful Xiaojing, I was a little impulsive, but this was a matter of morality back then. I hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know, Xiao Ma lent it to me..." "I was just about to look when you arrived." "That little thug's tape must be pornographic. You want to see this too?" She looked at me with surprise, as if she didn't know me.

Embarrassed, I took the tape from her and said, "Just a little curious. You won't tell anyone, will you?" Immediately, the room filled with awkward noise. I glanced at her flushed face, feeling a strange thrill inside. After a while, to ease the tension, I said, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with looking. Xiao Ma said his parents often watch it, and it'll be useful when he grows up." "His parents always watch it? No wonder he's a little thug. His parents'..." "Such low quality!" I was a little unhappy to hear this: "No, his parents are both college students and very kind people. They're my godparents. You've had boyfriends before, humph, maybe even done it all!" "No, we just hugged and cuddled, nothing more." "I don't believe you. Didn't the teacher say that many relationships start with big hugs and cuddles?" Seeing her face turn a little pale with anger, I felt a little regretful and quickly said again: "I'm sorry, but what do you think of me?" "Not bad, but now I need to re-evaluate you." She bit her lip and said.
At least I admire you, as seen in the evil old society. "You're already someone else's mother?" Xingqi quietly asked. "What about your mother? Your daughter won't return to spring?" "Hehe, very poetic! You seem to be expressing your feelings!" I laughed awkwardly. We had unknowingly walked to the riverbank and found a clean place to sit down.
But I was in no mood for anything; I was still thinking about the work on the bus. Seeing that I didn't react, he grabbed me without saying a word and ran towards the sandpit, saying as he ran, "Xiao Jing, a sophomore, is about to jump! Damn! You're dressed pretty provocatively today. What the hell happened to you today? Even if you got beaten up, so what? Didn't we agree to watch the whole way the day before yesterday?"

"I think everyone has two sides, a good side and a bad side. People aren't rigid. As long as you don't hurt others, that's fine. Chairman Mao, a great leader, married four times, but does that mean he was bad? I've seen those kinds of films, but I won't do bad things. People often make mistakes because of ignorance." "I can't argue with you; you're a master debater." Finally, she stopped pursuing the matter, but I felt the atmosphere in the room was tense.

One day, Teacher Shao Ming talked to me, mainly because of my declining grades (which, to be honest, was probably the talk I'd always wanted). It was after a class meeting; only the two of us were left in the classroom. The other students had gone to the playground to exercise. The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the classroom. She sternly threw my recent test papers in front of me and demanded I do... Explanation.
From then on, Xiaojing became my best friend. I became the only person she could confide in. She even seemed to really want to understand me. I went back to my cousin's house, but my studies didn't recover quickly. I indulged in my fantasies, music, and the game of exposing my inner thoughts. Xiaoma, because he was in love, came to my house less and less often, and I went to their house less often, unless Lanjie came back. Xiaojing became a frequent visitor to my humble abode.

I felt embarrassed standing in front of her, staring directly at her beautiful legs, their curves so alluring, wearing white high heels, but at that moment I had no mood to appreciate them. My face must have been burning red; I had never felt so humiliated in my life. To be so embarrassed in front of the person I loved.

"Wenhua, why has your academic performance declined so quickly? I want to talk to your parents. If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, then..." "My mother lives in another city. I live alone. Teacher, I will do my best." I didn't dare to look up and speak.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me how you study and live normally. Who takes care of your daily life?" My eyes were undoubtedly unfocused, panicked, and confused. Looking into the teacher's bewildered eyes, I was speechless, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing my disheveled state, the teacher sighed: "Perhaps I haven't paid enough attention to you in daily life. Actually, of all the students in Jiazhen, I pay the most attention to you. If you focus your mind on your studies, you'll find it much easier. Your grades have always been very good; you have the spirit of a man, and you're upright. I have high hopes for you, so don't let me down! No matter what's on your mind right now, no matter how chaotic it is, you must prioritize and improve your studies. I will definitely visit your home soon. Look at your test paper; many of the mistakes are things you already know how to do!" Normally eloquent, I became speechless, only able to nod, unsure what to do with my hands. I said this, and she patted my head and said, "Okay, think about it carefully yourself." The days that followed were truly difficult. With my mind filled with unrealistic ideas, it was impossible to muster the energy to study.

It was another Saturday afternoon, and Xiaojing came. She told me that her dance team would start practicing the next afternoon at the school's badminton hall. Everyone had been given a practice outfit, and I jokingly asked her to wear it for me. Normally very confident, she blushed and refused—it must be a very revealing outfit.

She went to tidy my room. At that moment, Xiaoma called, saying that Sister Lan had gone home and bought me a gift to pick up. It had been a long time since... I saw Sister Lan and ran there like a shot, leaving Xiao Jing alone at my cousin's house.

But when I got to Xiao Ma's house, I found Sister Lan wasn't there. She had bought me a pair of sneakers and gone to meet her boyfriend. I saw that I'd never seen this style in China before, and wearing them made me instantly taller than 1.70 meters. Xiao Ma brought out two videotapes and asked if I wanted to watch one. It was a French film called "The Last Tango in Paris," very stimulating. I asked if it was one of those, and he said it was a world-famous film.

I suddenly remembered that I still had a pornographic film on my bedside table that I often used for masturbation. I couldn't let Xiao Jing see it, even though she knew I'd seen it. So I quickly grabbed the things and rushed home. Reaching the door, I deliberately pressed my ear against it to eavesdrop on Lang Lingqing's movements. Lang Lingqing was completely silent. Had she left? Suddenly, I thought I heard a sound, but it definitely wasn't Xiao Jing's voice. So, I quietly opened the door. Seeing that my bedroom door was tightly closed, I pushed it open.

In the dark room, the television was on, and Xiao Jing was sitting on my bed, her face flushed, her eyes filled with extreme surprise. She had drawn the curtains, and the television volume was very low, yet the seductive moans still clearly reached my ears. She was watching my porn!

Seeing my sudden appearance, Xiao Jing panicked. I closed the door behind me. I sat down next to her and saw a woman naked on the screen, riding a man, completely absorbed. Xiaojing next to me was blushing; I noticed she was wearing a white V-neck tight-fitting short-sleeved top and a black miniskirt, her long legs intertwined in unease. The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.

Suddenly, I burst out laughing. Immediately, a few playful punches landed on my shoulder. She cried out shyly, "What are you laughing at? I was just curious! I just turned it on and you came!" I laughed until tears almost streamed down my face, pointing at the video recorder and saying, "It's been playing for over 20 minutes, and you're still curious? But Xiaojing, I told you a long time ago, watch it, it's nothing, it's better to know than to be ignorant." The remote was next to me, and she had to lean over to reach it. I thought she would either turn off the TV or get up and leave, but she just sat there without moving. Remembering how weak and powerless the punch she'd thrown at me earlier was, I figured this girl must have been completely drained by the pornographic content. So I calmed down, leaned back slightly, and started watching this tape I'd seen countless times.

Maybe it was the content, but I think it was more because a beautiful, shy girl was sitting next to me. I quickly got an erection. My loose beach shorts offered no restraint whatsoever, and a tent formed in my lower abdomen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xiaojing glancing at my lap every now and then while watching the video. It was so exciting.

The room was thick with lust; our breathing was rapid. I turned the volume up a bit. The good thing about this movie was that the guy was handsome, the woman was sexy, and the moaning was especially stimulating. After another few minutes, the male lead finally, after hundreds of powerful thrusts, changed positions several times, and amidst the woman's exaggerated moans, pulled out and ejaculated on her face. The woman lasciviously licked the man's already ejaculated penis.

Xiaojing finally spoke, "How disgusting." I looked at her and said, "Yeah, I wouldn't do that if it weren't for the woman I love." I ejaculated into her mouth. She blushed and ran out, so I turned off the TV. Then I noticed a small wet patch on my sheet. I went outside and saw her drinking water in large gulps. I asked her, "You've never done this with your boyfriend before?" "Are you kidding me! Asking that! No, we just hugged and cuddled. We didn't even kiss." She was initially fierce, but seeing my still-erect erection, she immediately softened. At the time, I didn't even know boys felt that way when they were happy. "I'm leaving now. You decide whether to go tomorrow." After she left, I went back to that small wet patch on the sheet, carefully sniffed it, and found no odor; it had dried quickly.

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