Fuck the senior

I attend university in a southern city, in a liberal arts college, where the male-to-female ratio is off the charts…you know what I mean. But I don't know if it's the environment, but the local girls are of particularly low quality. To put it bluntly, they're practically like female apes…

It's not their fault they're ugly, and it's not their fault they come out and scare people—after all, they have to get a higher education, right? But many local girls, clearly witches, insist on thinking they're princesses…I'm vomiting. It seems some girls really do have a serious intellectual disability

. Perhaps that's why the few guys in my class are still single. We don't want to choose from a large, low-quality army of dinosaurs. Even though we've been studying here for years, our aesthetic standards haven't declined. Better to be a loser than be called blind, right?

Senior Sister Qi is an exception among the girls in

our college. She's a graduate student, a campus beauty, from the north, but her appearance is like a woman from southern China. Although she's flat-chested, she exudes a refined elegance. It's said that there's a whole battalion of guys in the computer science department who have a crush on her, but she's particularly fond of manipulating guys, so my impression of her has been getting worse and worse... Rumor has it that she changes boyfriends more often than she changes toothbrushes; her fastest record is dating a guy for two days; she also has an ambiguous relationship with a professor in the department.

My first meeting with her was purely accidental. One day, graduate students and undergraduates were in class together. Because the graduate students all knew the professors, they all sat in the front row, while the undergraduates generally hid in the back. That day I forgot to bring my glasses, so I had to sit in the front row. During class, a female graduate student sat next to me two empty seats away, and occasionally smiled at me. I couldn't see her face clearly from that distance, and I didn't know her at all, so I glanced at her indifferently and continued listening to the lecture.

After that class, I became famous, becoming the "Calm Guy" that everyone talked about. I explained that I just couldn't see clearly because I wasn't wearing my glasses, but no one believed me.

Once again, in class with graduate students, Senior Sister Qi walked up to me, looking at me disdainfully: "You're alright, kid." I've never liked her, so I retorted, "Not all guys are willing to fall for your lace skirts. You think guys are too stupid." She snorted and walked away.

After that class, I got angry again, becoming "the loser who dared to challenge the school beauty"...囧 Later, I often ran into Senior Sister Qi in the library, teaching buildings, and college buildings. Every time, I would respectfully take off my sun hat (this city is in the tropics, the sun is very strong) and bow three times, then greet her. Every time, she would snort. People who heard this story laughed their heads off. They knew that taking off one's hat and bowing three times was the etiquette for a funeral... I knew that I was no match for her in an argument, and the guys who treated her like a goddess would tear me to pieces, so I could only use the most respectful etiquette to mock her

. The next time we met was hilarious. For some reason, the watermelons here are all oval, unlike the perfectly round ones back home, making it particularly inconvenient to cut them with a regular fruit knife. One evening, my roommate bought a large watermelon, but the vendor only cut it once. So I went to a village in the city outside the school and bought a long machete to use for cutting the watermelon back in the dorm. Although this isn't Beijing, where you don't need an ID to buy a knife, I didn't dare brandish it on the street, so I put it in my backpack.

As I passed through a small alley in the village, someone suddenly rushed out, and I quickly stepped aside to make way. The person saw me and grabbed my hand: "Junior, help me, someone's harassing me over there." I looked closely and saw it was Senior Qi. Her hair was a little messy, and several buttons on her shirt were missing. If this were on campus, someone who dared to be so insolent to Senior Qi would probably have been dismembered, but in this village, the situation was different. I've never been a chivalrous young man, and if I got stabbed a few times for someone I didn't even like, the medical bills would be enormous.

I was still hesitating when the three thugs caught up with me. They saw me and brandished their knives: "You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch!" My head instantly went black. Back in high school, I'd beaten a classmate so badly he ended up in the hospital. Besides, I studied here and had extreme contempt for some of the local men—they were all deformed, skinny and small like monkeys, clearly idiots who thought they were tough. So I'd told my classmates, "You can insult me, but if you insult me in Cantonese, you're dead!" I put down my backpack, pulled out the machete, and pointed it at the men in front of me, saying, "You three sons of bitches, I haven't even laid a hand on you and you're already asking for it? If I can't handle you bastards, I'll write my name backwards!

I'll count to three, and all three of you come at me at once, don't let me look down on you!" I'd barely counted to one when the three idiots ran away.

I remained expressionless . I put the knife back in my bag, feeling my head cool down a bit. If I had really fought, I would have killed those three bastards first; the rest wouldn't matter. My still-shaken senior, Qi, explained that she was out doing an internship and got off work late, blah blah blah, but I wasn't interested at all. What did that have to do with me? Since Qi had rented a place in an urban village, I took her home and then went back to my dorm. I asked her to keep what happened today a secret. After being a good student for so many years, I'd forgotten that I used to be the little tyrant everyone feared, the one who made parents cry and teachers worry. Besides, I didn't want to relive that experience.

When we got to her place, she invited me in, but I refused. She then accused me of disliking her and threatened to tell others what happened. I thought to myself, "Good people are so damn nice." Reluctantly, I went inside. The room wasn't big, but it was quite cozy.

Senior Qi invited me to sit down, poured me a glass of water, and then went to take a shower.

After showering, Senior Qi sat next to me in her pajamas, and I quickly got up to leave. She looked at me disdainfully:

"Oh my, is this hero who bravely fought off thugs so afraid of a weak woman like me?" Since there were only the two of us, I decided to be honest: "I don't want to do anything inappropriate." Senior Qi smiled: "Are you a virgin?" My head spun: "How could you ask such a question?" She continued to smile and ask: "No, right?" I got annoyed: "Firstly, I've never been in a relationship, and secondly, I'm very chaste. Tell me, am I? Are you a virgin?" She stammered, and I immediately knew the answer. Senior Qi leaned close to my ear and said: "Thank you for tonight, will you stay and keep me company?" I understood what she meant; pretending to be clueless at this point would be too rude. I slowly took off my shirt, while she unbuckled my belt. "Shall I help you with my mouth?" Senior Qi asked. I quickly shook my head. I always had a fear of blowjobs. If the other person bit me, wouldn't that mean I'd be infertile...? I picked up Senior Qi and put her on the bed. She pushed me away: "Can you do it?" I thought for a moment and said:

"I should be able to, if Japanese adult films aren't misleading." She smiled charmingly: "You little rascal, you look so proper, I didn't expect you to watch this." I didn't answer, and gently stroked her flat chest:

"I'll massage it for you, so it can grow a little bigger." She breathed softly. I leaned over and seized her tongue, stirring it while continuing to stimulate her nipples with my hand. After five minutes, I reached into her pajamas and touched her lower body. It was a little wet, so I got up and pointed to the clothes next to Senior Qi, who was at a loss: "Put on a business suit and high heels, otherwise I won't be interested." Senior Qi gave me a resentful look, stood up, and slowly put on her shirt, skirt, stockings, and high heels. I held her shoulders from behind, making her lean against the window frame, tore her stockings to reveal her black panties, grabbed my penis, and gently rubbed it against the entrance of her vagina, without rushing to insert it.

Once Qi's attention was somewhat diverted, I forcefully thrust my penis inside. She cried out softly, turning to look at me with a reproachful expression: "You little rascal, so rough! Don't you know how to be gentle with a woman..." I felt how tight Qi's vagina was, the muscles inside constantly contracting. Seeing her pitiful expression, I quickly held my breath, suppressing the urge to ejaculate. After a while, I felt her vagina calm down, so I held her beautiful hips and began rhythmically thrusting. Because there wasn't much lubrication, it was a bit difficult to go in and out of Qi's vagina. I whispered in her ear, "How is it? How does it feel?" Qi's body moved rhythmically with my thrusts. She turned her head and glared at me: "What else can I do?" I held her slender calves, lifting her right leg, watching her milky-white high heel swing in the air with my thrusts, which made me even more excited. So I increased the force, pulling my penis out to the entrance of her vagina each time before thrusting it in deeply. Qi, like a senior student, cried out as I thrust in and out.

After a while, I picked her up and placed her on the desk, pulling her legs so her slightly upturned buttocks rested against the edge of the desk. I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it all the way in. She gasped again. I hoisted her slender legs onto my shoulders and pumped rapidly, each time penetrating deep into her core. My hands were also busy, stimulating her small nipples. With each thrust, white fluid gushed from Qi's vagina. I dipped my finger in the fluid and brazenly smeared it on her fair, oval face, asking, "What's this?" She gasped, "You little rascal, you're...you're still bullying me..." Seeing the coy expression on her face, her beautiful long hair disheveled, I couldn't help but engage in a passionate kiss with her again. After the kiss, I asked, "My dear senior, what are you doing?" She glared at me, "You're so annoying!" I grabbed her ankle and spread her black-stockinged legs wide, "If you don't tell me, see how I punish you." With that, I thrust faster, penetrating her until she ejaculated. Senior Qi quickly begged for mercy, "I, I'm having sex with my junior..." Hearing her plea, I had her hook her arms around my neck, lifted her legs, and lifted her up. Her full weight pressed down, allowing my penis to penetrate deeply into her vagina. Senior Qi held me tightly, motionless, her vaginal muscles contracting repeatedly. I licked her earlobe and said, "You taste amazing." Senior Qi looked at me thoughtfully, without speaking. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, pressing her body violently against my penis, the sounds of our bodies colliding mingling with Senior Qi's moans echoing in the room. "Say it now, you're a slut," I commanded. She moaned,

"You, you...you're going too far, ugh." Seeing that Qi wasn't cooperating, I put her down, made her support herself on the ground with her hands, squeezed her round buttocks, and increased the pace again, watching my penis go in and out of her vagina. She cried out, "Hey, I can't take it anymore, I...I can't take it anymore. Stop..." I commanded again, "Say it, you're a slut." Qi's long hair swayed with my thrusts, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat, her mouth uttering moans mixed with "I, ugh, I am, a slut, ugh..." Seeing that Qi had completely submitted, I put her on the desk again, squatted on the desk myself, and thrust my penis into her vagina from above, making Qi continue to make ecstatic sounds. While thrusting, I vigorously rubbed her small breasts with my hands. Her eyes were alluring: "Mmm, you, you still say you're a virgin, a virgin, you really know how to play, mmm, play with women..." I whispered in Qi's ear, "Senior, you're the one who seduced me, so I had no choice but to fuck you like this..." "You're so bad, you're bullying me, and, and you're saying that about me..." I made Qi lie on her side on the desk, put her left leg on my shoulder, and thrust into her vagina again, pinching her buttocks with one hand. "Ah!" Qi screamed, looking at me pitifully. I turned her over, pulled her to the edge of the desk, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust it in again.

Because of the ample lubrication from her vaginal fluid, the stimulation wasn't very strong this time. I put her two beautiful legs together, held those long, black-stockinged legs, and thrust into her forcefully, making her gasp repeatedly: "Ah, ah, I can't take it anymore, put my legs down, I can't take it..." I touched her two beautiful legs, listened to her soul-stirring moans, looked at the elegant white high heels on Qi's feet, and felt the pleasure brought by my penis. Naturally, I couldn't stop:

"Senior, can I cum inside?" Qi regained her senses in her frenzy and hurriedly said: "No, no, you can't..." I nodded and increased the speed of my thrusting. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting with my movements. When I reached my peak, her honey hole flowed out a lot of white fluid, and at the same time, she reached out to push me away.

I quickly hugged her slender waist tightly, yelled, and ejaculated all my semen deep into Qi's vagina... Afterwards, I took a tissue to wipe Qi's vagina, and she gave me another resentful look: "If I get pregnant, you have to come with me to get an abortion." I nodded and asked, "Why do you want to do that?" She sighed:

"The more you ignore me, the more I want to conquer you." I shook my head: "I really am a virgin. I learned all this from instructional videos. How about this, let's leave it at that for today. When I finally get my revenge, come find me, and I'll take responsibility." Qi nodded, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

From then on, I never touched Qi again. Now she's in America, and my revenge is still a long way off...

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