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Due to my poor writing skills, I wasn't satisfied with the number of replies to my previous original self-narratives. This is indeed my own problem. I also really enjoy reading those articles that are truly captivating, but unfortunately, I can only admire them from afar. I simply don't have that ability. I can only do my best and hope everyone enjoys them. This time, the topic is about exposure.

Perhaps everyone subconsciously has a bit of an exhibitionist tendency. You can see this in the evolution of modern clothing trends, especially women's clothing, which is trending towards less and less, yet increasingly revealing. On the streets, there are more and more low-cut tops, crop tops, low-rise pants, and see-through clothing. Even more daring are the buyer reviews on Taobao, with all sorts of extreme exposure. If it weren't for legal restrictions, these buyer reviews could potentially surpass Daguerre's work. What does this show? It shows that everyone has some degree of exhibitionist tendency; it's just that some people dare to admit it, some don't, some dare to do it, and some don't. This question is like asking a woman if she needs sex, if she needs a sexual life and sexual satisfaction. Some women will tell you very frankly, yes, they do! Some women have the courage to shed their pretenses, bravely face themselves, and dare to express themselves. Others, however, are bound by their own desires, pretending to be virtuous and detached from worldly concerns when they clearly need sexual fulfillment. Objectively speaking, however, what woman with normal physical development and normal estrogen and sex hormone secretion could possibly say she doesn't need sexual satisfaction? The same logic applies to exhibitionism. Who wouldn't want to experience that alluring stimulation? It's just that due to ethical constraints and traditional thinking, too many people fail to see their true needs, leading to a life of repression. Surveys show that 80% of Chinese women have never experienced orgasm in their lives, a point I agree with. This is because Chinese people, especially Chinese women, have been too heavily influenced by Confucianism. The Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues prevent them from touching those taboos. Therefore, many would rather live a life of regret and self-inflicted suffering than try to satisfy themselves—a tragedy. This applies to sex, and even more so to exhibitionism. For the vast majority of women, it's possible they will never experience that kind of stimulation and excitement, but once they let go and experience it, it becomes addictive, like for me.

For some, exhibitionism is fun; for others, it's about seeking thrills. It's like how some people enjoy stealing, but their goal isn't possession; they simply revel in the process. The more dangerous and exciting something is, the more excited they become. Therefore, they won't steal what's easily obtainable, but rather what's most likely to be discovered and most dangerous. A simple example: at swimming pools and beaches, how many beautiful women wear sexy swimsuits without caring about being stared at? Why? Because this group is all like that, so the thrill is gone, and they don't care. Actually, what women care about isn't what others see, but the occasion and situation. If you asked them to wear underwear and be seen by passersby, they wouldn't be so calm. So, exhibitionism is a very peculiar word. It's not about how much you show, but about the thrill itself. And for me, with my lewd nature, this has always been what I've been pursuing.

My first experience with exhibitionism stemmed from this inner pursuit of thrills. This thrill can be very comfortable and relieve stress, so naturally, my first experience with exhibitionism happened on the eve of my college entrance exam.

As the college entrance exam approached, my pressure mounted. I often studied until my head was spinning, and I frequently suffered from insomnia. The pressure was suffocating me. How could I relieve it? I lay in bed, rubbing my aching forehead, unable to fall asleep. In my frustration, I would browse through various novels and selfies on CaoLiu (a Chinese online literature platform) to pass the time. This method had always been effective for me, allowing me to briefly forget my troubles and immerse myself in excitement. I had experienced countless nights like this, each time allowing me to relax and fall asleep happily. But this time, perhaps the pressure was too great, or perhaps my thoughts were too numerous, or perhaps the works of CaoLiu's predecessors were too attractive, my long-suppressed exhibitionist desires were ignited. Tossing and turning, I wanted to try that thrilling feeling; the seed of the devil's flower had sprouted.

Thinking about this, I felt both anticipation and fear. Before even taking action, my body was already aroused, and my genitals, receiving this signal, involuntarily became wet. I took off my pajamas and pajama bottoms in bed. The summer night was so hot. I got out of bed wearing only my underwear and calmly walked to the dormitory balcony. After all, this was a girls' dormitory, and it was past 1 a.m. Even if my roommates got up and saw me, it wouldn't be a big deal. I could just say I was going to the bathroom. Wearing underwear in a girls' dormitory is perfectly normal, so I wasn't nervous at all. Standing on the dormitory balcony, letting the moonlight shine on my breasts and the gentle breeze caress me, the feeling was extremely comfortable. Gradually, I became bolder and simply stripped naked, enjoying the moonlight on the balcony. The feeling at that moment was so free and comfortable. I didn't expect a strong man to jump out and fuck me. I was just enjoying this freedom and indulgence. Those who haven't experienced it won't understand that feeling. After standing naked on the balcony for a few minutes, I became bolder and walked back to the bed. Looking at my three sleeping roommates, a lewd thought sprouted in my mind. I stood naked in the middle of the dormitory, watching them sleep soundly. My hands unconsciously caressed myself, my breasts, my clitoris—touching every sensitive spot, every place that needed touching. Even though they were all girls, they were my roommates. What if they woke up and saw me? That would be terrible! But it was this risk that drove my body wildly, like it was under a spell. Looking at their sleeping faces, and then at my naked body, I couldn't stop the flow of my juices. The feeling was so incredibly pleasurable. If they knew I had such a lewd roommate, masturbating in the dormitory late at night right in front of them, I wondered what they would think. Who cares? I was having fun.

After a brief period of masturbation, my body was incredibly satisfied, but I still felt a little unsatisfied. I felt like I was taking my actions to a new level. I decided to leave the dormitory! Just like that, completely naked!

The corridor outside the dormitory wasn't long; I walked it countless times every day, it was a familiar route. But I had never tried walking it naked before. The same path, but a different mood—it felt so different. Before setting off, I set a small goal: to walk from one end of the corridor to the other, a mere twenty meters spanning six dorm rooms. This small goal was quite a challenge for someone trying exhibitionism for the first time. After listening carefully and making sure no one was outside, I took my first brave step and stepped out of the dorm. My breasts, now as large as steamed buns, were proudly displayed, no longer just light downy hair, but a dark, lush patch resembling an inverted triangle. Standing at the dorm door, I proudly admired my naked body. It was practically a work of art, the body of a slut. How wanton I was, how much I craved to be fucked! Any vulgar words were now a compliment. I never pretended to hide anything; I am who I am, a slut from Heyuan, Guangdong, a born slut, a perpetually insatiable, bottomless bitch—Huang Lihua. Standing at the dorm door, all these feelings flooded my mind, and I felt so comfortable and at ease!

I wandered naked through the hallway, every step twitching through my entire body. I felt like my hearing was at its best; I could even hear the slightest breeze. This tension was exhilarating. I tried my best to make no sound with each step, walking a mere 20 meters at a snail's pace. My hands were constantly busy, wantonly caressing my wanton body, offering them the greatest comfort. The corridor was so silent, while I was so frenzied—the stark contrast was truly a work of art. My courage grew with each step. I started walking into other dorm rooms, standing at their doors, touching my nipples and clitoris, and trying to let out even the faintest moans, as if to tell them, "There's a slut at your door; come and see what's going on." However, such calls went unanswered, and of course, I didn't want any, otherwise my life would be ruined. With each call, I became more unrestrained. Just as my small goal was about to be achieved, I chose a different way to "walk." I crawled on my knees, sticking my buttocks high in the air, exposing my genitals, and like a bitch in heat, I crawled the rest of the way. If any sleepless classmate saw this, they'd probably scream in terror, thinking I was mentally ill. But in reality, I was more lucid than anyone else. And so, this wretched bitch crawled to the end of the corridor.

Having achieved my small goal, I returned to my bed exhausted, feeling incredibly excited. The intense excitement lingered, as if I had opened Pandora's box, and my obsessive, crazy nature was becoming increasingly unrestrained. At night, walking naked in the hallway became commonplace, and thankfully, I never encountered anyone. Of course, from a safety perspective, I didn't want to encounter anyone, as the consequences would be too great. But strangely, not encountering anyone left me somewhat unsatisfied, like drinking bland, tasteless water. My previous actions quickly lost their appeal. I began to crave encounters, but I absolutely couldn't be discovered; I enjoyed that nerve-wracking feeling of walking a tightrope.

My sleep became sweeter, and my mental state noticeably improved in the following days of school. I became dissatisfied with being naked at night; except for the few days my best friend visited each month, I didn't like wearing underwear under my school uniform during the day. I could feel my skin becoming more sensitive to every collision with external objects. I deliberately didn't zip up my collar all the way up, so that if I bent over and someone noticed my exposed skin, they would see it. My mind was screaming, "Look at me! I'm not wearing anything underneath!" But outwardly, I acted like a demure lady.

After some struggle, I decided to gradually upgrade my small goal. I was no longer satisfied with the monotonous corridor, no longer satisfied with the silence; I craved more excitement.

Although our school is a boarding school, we don't live there permanently. We can go home to rest after evening self-study on Friday nights and return for evening self-study on Sunday nights. Most schools are like this. The cramming-style learning method has long been unbearable for us students, and our precious day off is so valuable. Since evening self-study ends at 10:30 pm, most students pack their bags and go to evening self-study, then go straight home. Few people want to waste time going back to the dormitory and wasting their precious holiday time. I was no exception, but this time, I had a new idea!

It was so late, such a rare holiday, and the dorm was practically empty. Except for a few who lived far away or were extremely studious, most people had already rushed to the bike shed as soon as the bell rang. The dorm was the perfect place for me at this hour, ideal for my little goal of leveling up. It was only 10:30, and many people weren't asleep that early, so I wouldn't be the only one out. Because it was a holiday, because it was night, and there couldn't be too many people in the dorm! Wasn't this kind of environment paradise for a wimp like me? Just thinking about it made me so excited I almost wet my pants.

Three hours of evening study felt like three years. Finally, the bell rang, and watching my classmates grab their bags and rush out, I was so excited. Go, go, leave me alone in this dorm to vent my frustrations. With boundless excitement, I arrived at the dorm building, but what I saw disappointed me. I saw many dorm lights still on. Damn it, why were so many people still packing up? Didn't they know how to cherish time? And they shouldn't be wasting mine! Helpless, I could only return to my dorm and obediently wait for my chance. Back in the dorm, I was all alone, but I didn't dare go out right away. Extremely bored, I lay on my bed scrolling through novels. Whether it was the heat or my impatience, I ended up completely naked. Anyway, I was alone, so it didn't matter. Although people were leaving the hallway after finishing their work, it didn't matter since the door was closed. They wouldn't know there was a naked slut scrolling through novels in this dorm. That was how I passed the time. Just as I was engrossed in my novel, suddenly my dorm door opened, startling me! One of my roommates rushed in, also startled, and a little embarrassed to see me naked. We looked at each other for a moment. I quickly pretended to be angry and said, "It's so hot! I was just about to change before going home, and you came in without even knocking! Really!" She apologized profusely. I quickly said it was nothing, we're all girls, what's the big deal? By the way, why did you come back instead of going home? She said embarrassedly that she was in such a hurry that she forgot her house keys, grabbed them, and rushed off again. After she left, I was terrified. Luckily, I was quick-witted, and even better, I didn't do anything too outrageous, otherwise, it's unimaginable what would have happened.

After waiting for about half an hour, around 11 o'clock, the dormitory lights gradually dimmed, and the noise outside slowly subsided. The opportunity I'd been waiting for finally arrived!

But how exactly to carry it out? Although there weren't many people, the corridor was so empty. If I went out naked, I wouldn't even have a chance to hide. Going out like that would be suicide. After much thought, I found inspiration on a post on CaoLiu. I found a trench coat that reached my buttocks, zipped it up, and walked out like that. If I encountered someone, it wouldn't be a big problem; no one would dare to take off my trench coat to see what was underneath. And with the zipper in my hand, I had more options!

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, I put on this semi-transparent trench coat that went past my hips. Wearing this in broad daylight would definitely draw stares from my classmates; under the light, my nipples and pubic hair would be incredibly conspicuous. However, at 11 PM in the dimly lit hallway, none of that mattered.

Having walked naked in the hallway many times before, and now wearing a trench coat that covered my private parts, I felt completely unconcerned and walked with confidence. Naturally, I wasn't content with just walking around this 20-meter corridor. It had to be different, it had to be exciting!

This time, I chose to head to an unfamiliar floor, I chose to take the stairs, I chose to go where there were people!

My dorm is on the 3rd floor. The entire dorm building has 8 floors; floors 1-4 are for girls, floors 5-8 are for boys. I've almost never been above the 3rd floor—because I'm lazy, because I'm tired, and because it's unnecessary. But this time, everything became necessary. As soon as I stepped onto the stairs, I felt a surge of excitement. I knew my trench coat wasn't long enough to cover my backside, and going up the stairs would undoubtedly expose my rear. The short coat couldn't possibly cover my bottom at all while I was climbing the stairs. If someone was on the stairs, if someone was behind me, if someone was coming up the stairs from the second floor, my secret garden would be completely exposed. This was a high-risk situation, but that's precisely what excited me! I was hoping that someone would hear the sound of shoes and the stairs, which meant that everything about me could potentially be seen. At the same time, I was also afraid—afraid that someone would actually appear and discover everything. This complex mix of emotions tormented me, yet I was also hopelessly addicted to it! Perhaps this is the allure of exhibitionism!

Just as I was reveling in the excitement, a figure flashed past me. A classmate, backpack in hand, rushed across the stairwell and ran straight out. He was so fast I didn't have time to react, and he seemed completely oblivious to my presence. This scene surprised me a little, but it also emboldened me. Had I run into someone? It wasn't a big deal; he hadn't even noticed me. Maybe it was the darkness, or maybe he was just eager to get home. I was simply ignored. This served as a reminder that I must concentrate when I'm out in public and not let my mind wander. It's dangerous; when you're daydreaming, you never know what serious consequences might occur. I didn't want to become a school celebrity.

Finally, I reached the fourth floor, a new floor. Unfortunately, everyone was gone; not a single light was on. It was safe, but also a bit disappointing. But having come all this way, I couldn't just leave like that. Since no one was around, I decided to unzip my pants. It was the first time I'd completely exposed myself on an unfamiliar floor. Even though the floors were identical, it still felt a bit strange since it wasn't my usual place. Plus, this time I was wearing shoes, so every step made a sound. Normally, when I'm naked on the third floor, I don't wear shoes, and it's silent. This kind of audible exposure was quite different; it felt like announcing to everyone that there was a naked bitch in heat here. I easily made my way down the stairs; there was no challenge, which made me feel calmer. So, I started looking for a new floor to challenge myself on. This time was different; the upper floors were all boys' dorms. If a girl saw something, it wouldn't be a big deal, but if a boy saw me, that would be a huge problem! But for someone like me who craves excitement, wasn't this exactly the feeling I wanted?

Knowing the fourth floor was empty, I was bold enough to pull my trench coat up to my waist, exposing my buttocks and genitals completely. It felt amazing; I'm such a born pervert. Reaching the fifth floor, I instinctively pulled my coat down quickly—it wouldn't be good to be seen here! The fifth floor was different from the fourth. Five dorm rooms had lights on. I wondered if the male students weren't homesick or if there were just too many studious students, but so many people hadn't left. This only excited me more! With a nervous heart, I walked quietly down the corridor. Some dorm doors weren't closed properly; you could see through the cracks. I saw some students still engrossed in their studies, while others were tidying up. The boys' dorms were much more uninhibited than the girls'; everyone was shirtless and bare-chested. It was hot, and most of them were only wearing shorts, some even just underwear. Men are more direct, not as pretentious as women. Since we're all the same sex, nobody cares. Women just like to pretend. Seeing their bare chests and backs, and then looking at my own lewd state, I felt an overwhelming excitement. I even had the urge to take off my trench coat and walk in so they could collectively ravage me. However, I didn't have the guts, and my current time and status wouldn't allow me to do so. I still had that much reason. Walking naked in a boys' dormitory is definitely a different experience than being naked in a girls' dormitory!

I continued walking, pretending to be nonchalant, but my cunt was already dripping wet. That's just how lewd I am. Suddenly, I saw someone ahead in the corridor. I immediately stopped and observed him closely. I discovered he was hanging clothes to dry. He had just showered and was wearing only his underwear. He hadn't noticed me, while I secretly observed him from a corner. Because it was a corner and the light was dim, it was difficult for him to spot me. This scene excited me greatly, and my hand couldn't help but unzip my pants, exposing my lewd body. Facing him from a distance, I fantasized, "Look over here! Come and ravage me!" I was incredibly worried. Thankfully, he didn't see me and went back after hanging up the clothes. I wondered, if he had seen me, would he have been so surprised that the clothesline fell to the ground? Or would he have screamed excitedly, attracting all the boys on the floor who were still there to watch? The thought excited me, but I couldn't bear the thought. So I could only indulge in fantasies in this corner.

After the corridor returned to calm, I straightened my coat and prepared to head to the next floor. As time passed, fewer and fewer people were around, and I became bolder. This time, going from the 5th floor to the 6th, I chose to unzip my coat, leaving the front wide open, but I was extremely focused, immediately zipping it up at the slightest sound. And so, I walked to the 6th floor almost naked. Having experienced the 5th floor, the 6th floor wasn't so exciting anymore, and my excitement subsided. Without lingering, I went straight to the 7th and 8th floors, reaching the rooftop.

I thought the rooftop was the safest place, but it turned out to be the most dangerous... A few people were scattered around the rooftop, some on the phone, some on dates... We're a co-ed dorm, and although we're on different floors, it's convenient for many couples to date. And at this time, in this place, it turned out to be their dating hotspot. My arrival felt a bit out of place. Thinking back to walking naked up the stairs to the rooftop, it was really dangerous; thankfully, nothing happened. A place with so many people wasn't suitable for my adventure. I had to stay rational, so I quickly fled back to my dorm, ending this upgraded version of my adventure. Back in my dorm, my cunt was already overflowing with desire; I hadn't realized how horny I was. It was getting late, and I needed to go home and enjoy my vacation. I didn't want to spend the weekend at school.

Looking at the time, it was midnight. I'd never gone home this late before, and I was a little worried. My home is 8 kilometers from school, but the only good thing was that my parents weren't home. After some quiet thought, I decided to just go back like this, without changing clothes. If I wanted excitement, I wanted it to be as exciting as I could be.

I cautiously approached the bike shed, which had been almost entirely cleared out by other students, leaving only my few remaining bikes standing forlornly. I rode my bike out of the school gate, pedaling furiously for two minutes, until I found a dimly lit spot with few pedestrians. I paused to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, then slowly pushed my bike along, my eyes wide open, searching around to make sure no one was nearby. I then brazenly unzipped my trench coat, exposing my body once more. Having experienced exposure at school, I felt less hesitant and bolder outside, where no one recognized me!

With my coat open, my upper body was completely exposed to the air. Wow, it felt so good! The cool breeze brushed against my warm breasts, sending a shiver through me, and my nipples immediately stood erect. After walking about ten meters without encountering anything, I started to feel the trench coat was a bit too much. With a determined effort, I took it off and put it in the bike basket. Completely naked, my vagina was already overflowing with fluids; I could feel the juices flowing down my thighs, and a gust of wind sent shivers down my spine. I remained in this position, pushing my bicycle along the road. A quiet path, a brand-new bicycle, a completely naked woman—what a beautiful scene! I was so captivated, so thoroughly enjoying it all. Suddenly, a car approached from the opposite direction, its bright headlights blatantly shining on my body. I hurriedly grabbed my windbreaker from the bike basket, barely having time to put it on, just enough to cover myself. The car wasn't going very fast, but it showed no sign of stopping, simply driving past me. I felt the gaze of the person inside the car staring at me. I stood frozen behind a tree, completely still.

This was the scene I'd always wanted to see: exposure, people around, but no danger. This was the ideal scenario, and it had happened so unexpectedly. For the first time, I felt so free, so completely liberated. I couldn't help but tremble. Not from the cold, but from the tension, excitement, and thrill. I put my trench coat back in the bike basket, then got on my bike and slowly rode through the pitch-black night. My snow-white skin looked exceptionally smooth and dazzling under the distant streetlights. The streetlights along this stretch of road must have been quite old; they weren't very powerful, giving off a dim, yellowish glow, and they were spaced far apart. This meant I spent much more time hidden in the darkness than under the lights.

I pedaled, twisting my hips left and right, my inner thighs rubbing against the bike seat. My vulva was unbearably itchy, my clitoris swollen like a small cherry, occasionally touching the seat. A jolt of electricity shot from my spine to my brain. I hadn't expected to reach orgasm so quickly under such stimulation. My hands were already out of control, and the bike wobbled precariously…

And so, I trudged through this difficult journey, ending my perfect exhibitionist attempt. I know it was crazy, I know it was dangerous, but I also know I'm addicted to exhibitionism. That's who I am, a shameless slut. I am Huang Lihua, the shameless slut Huang Lihua. Though shameless, I am real. I don't need to pretend or torture myself to please anyone. I want to be true to my own feelings first. Isn't that the most important thing? Why should I torture myself for others? Along the way, I don't know if anyone appreciated it, I don't know how many people saw it. Maybe to them, they "gained," they feasted their eyes. But for a woman, for me, does others gain something while I lose? What did I lose? I don't think it was a loss, but a win-win situation, because I also gained a different feeling, I also experienced feelings that other women could never have in their lives. Is that a loss? Is a youth without craziness even worthy of being called youth? What's the difference between that kind of youth and old age? People don't live for others; they live for themselves. First and foremost, you must be true to your own heart and your own feelings. Whether others gain or lose is irrelevant to me; it's not a factor in my actions. I only ask myself if it's a win or a loss, if I want to be happy. If I'm happy, then what's the loss? You can call me shameless, you can say I'm talking nonsense, I don't care. This is the real me. You think "bitch" is an insult, but I don't. I am a bitch, I, Huang Lihua, am a lowly dog, so what? You look down on me? Do you think I look up to you? Does your respect or disrespect mean anything to me? If you're polite and respectful, I respect you. But if you look down on me, do you think I'll look up to you? Why live such a tiring life? Why care so much about others? Those girls who pretend to be reserved, if you're so capable, never go to the beach or swimming pool. At the beach, you're all exposed, and people stare at you just the same way. Do you think your swimsuits have more material than your underwear? She's usually so pretentious, but then she flashed herself, how embarrassing! And then she wore that outfit to the beach, oh, so happy... Screw your pretentious act! I despise people like that; I prefer genuine people.

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