[Female students from art schools] (41)

Text 41. One by one, they supported my departure from Mingdian. To Mingdian, I was a legend,

an absolute legend, a stunning beauty combining sexiness and innocence.

My departure was a lucky thing for many of Mingdian's "K-gege" (female prostitutes), because my departure meant

they would receive more orders and attract more attention. In fact, every industry is competitive, even

in such shady fields. Women in every field hope to gain attention and the

favor of all men.

Many years later, I liked being called a "vixen." In my view, once a woman achieves those

three words , it's an unparalleled advantage.

Clearly, I achieved it.

In one month at Mingdian, I earned over 23,000 yuan,

an astronomical figure for me. I didn't give a single penny to my aunt's family, not even mentioning it. September

1st arrived as scheduled. I told my aunt I was going to art school. Her face darkened, but when I said I

didn't need their money, their reaction was completely different.

On the first day of school, I didn't let my aunt and uncle see me off. I took the bus alone to this

coastal city more than a thousand kilometers away from my aunt's home. I was very happy; I was finally going to start my new life.

The art school I attended was located in the city's high-tech campus development zone, a

cluster of universities and third-rate schools. I took the school bus directly from the train station to the gate. As soon as I got off with my suitcase, I saw

the school's spacious gate.

My school is located in one of China's best coastal cities, and

the school gate is the most spacious and magnificent in this campus area, especially at night when the fountain at the school gate sprays

colorful lights, it's an absolutely breathtaking scene.

As soon as I got off the bus, I felt a sense of awe, as if I'd witnessed a grand spectacle. Back in junior and

senior high, while there were always crowds, a veritable sea of people, the girls' attire here was nothing compared to this. Especially at

our school, the school gate was filled with beautiful women in hot pants, short skirts, tank tops, and camisoles. They were tall,

wearing sunglasses of various colors, carrying small parasols, their full breasts proudly displayed, exuding confidence,

like models on a runway.

All sorts of luxury cars were parked outside the school. Some were dropping off their children, some were

just there for the spectacle, and then there was another group I later learned were there to hunt. As for what those two words really

meant , I think everyone understands.

Our school wasn't just for girls; there were boys too. The boys had majors like painting, performing arts, and modeling, but

their numbers were far fewer than the girls'.

"Look, look, another freshman girl!"

"Yeah, this year's class is really good quality, look at that butt, that boob!" "Wow, each one

is more perky than the last!"

"So perky, 32D!"

"Look at those thighs, so white, oh my god!"

A large group of upperclassmen stood at the school gate, smoking, occasionally flirting with the freshmen girls. For them,

this first week of school was the most exciting time of their lives. They looked forward to a

perfect , and of course, many of them were thinking about having a passionate sexual

encounter with them.

Youth is for squandering, youth is for abortion, that's their definition.

You can't become a real man without playing with a few women.

You can't become a real woman without playing with a few men.

Men and women alike shared a common thought at that moment, but I was an exception.

Not only , I wore a blue and white

striped dress, a neat ponytail, and crystal-clear low-heeled sandals. I didn't even wear makeup. I stood at the school gate like a

country girl visiting the city, and at that moment, I felt incredibly unsophisticated.

However, I didn't know that it was precisely because of my outfit that I became the focus of attention at the school gate.

Even several men in the Bentleys parked to the left of the gate lowered their eyes and stared at me intently.

Men, tired of the colorful city girls, were returning to simplicity; purity

was enough to whet their appetites.

"Hey junior, what's your major?"

"Hey junior, come on over, let your senior take you to register!"

"Damn, junior, carrying such a heavy suitcase? Here, let me carry it for you."

Several seniors walked over enthusiastically. They looked me up and down, their gazes finally settling on my full,

firm breasts. At that moment, I could feel their burning eyes. I even thought that if

there weren't so many people around, they probably would have wanted to touch me with one hand. I know that the feeling of touching my breasts, with their

elasticity , is absolutely wonderful.

"Xiao Ruo..."

Just then, Zhang Yan walked out of the school gate with a smile. I had already

called her in the car.

Zhang Yan was dressed incredibly hot today, a white shirt, a super short black pencil skirt, and long hair, making her

look so sexy and alluring. Especially her shirt, which was open at the third button, revealing her

fair skin and black lace trim. It was absolutely stunning.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang!"

Several boys fixed their gazes on Zhang Yan's breasts, greedily admiring them.

"You guys, trying to pick on the junior again, aren't you? You can't touch her, Xiao Ruo, she

's my honored guest!"

Ignoring the boys' stares, Zhang Yan helped me drag my suitcase into the school gate.

"Damn, Xiao Ruo, I like that name!"

"Guys, great figures, and so innocent..."

they whispered among themselves.

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