[Female students from art schools] (21)

Text 21. For some reason, over the years, most of my memories are tied to

summer .

Perhaps, as a scholar once said, summer is a season that can ignite intense sexual desire.

In summer, I was always so radiant, so dazzling. Every part of me

seemed capable of attracting teenage boys. When I ate in the cafeteria, a group of boys would always follow me.

When I went to the classroom, I would always encounter people staring intently at me in the hallway. They would even stand on the next staircase,

craning their necks to see what was beneath my skirt.

Zhang Xiaoruo was definitely a sensational name in school back then.

My firm breasts, my full, pert buttocks, my slender waist, my angelic face—everything about

me fueled their fantasies.

I even knew that the boys in the dorms loved to talk about me; every single one of them wanted to pin me down

.

They discussed whether I was a virgin, how big my bra size was, and even

what kind of underwear I liked to wear.

To be honest, during that period, my vanity was greatly satisfied.

One evening during the first semester of my junior year of high school, as usual, after evening self-study, I reviewed

my lessons in the classroom. I never slacked off when it came to

my studies. After reviewing English for a while, I suddenly felt a strong urge to talk to Xu Yang, chat, and do something intimate.

Lately, due to studying, I hadn't been on a date with him. I enjoyed the feeling of him touching me;

every time he touched my breasts, making me feel weak and limp in his arms, I felt incredibly satisfied. The

more I thought about it, the more chaotic my thoughts became. I even secretly touched myself a few times.

I put away my books and left the classroom, heading towards Xu Yang's classroom. Xu Yang wasn't good at his studies, but

after my persuasion, he would diligently study in the classroom every day. But today, he wasn't there. Looking at his

empty desk, I felt a pang of disappointment.

That day, I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly had a strong urge to go to the rooftop. I'd heard that the school's rooftop was

a popular dating spot, and I even had a slight urge to sneak in.

Having made up my mind, I tiptoed slowly up the roof, almost as if possessed. The wind was strong and

cool ; I was wearing a t-shirt and a short skirt, letting my hair blow freely.

Once on the rooftop, I looked around. Even with the bright streetlights on the playground, I couldn't

find a single person. I felt disappointed again. But just then, I suddenly heard

a faint sound coming from a dark corner not far away.

The sound was intermittent, incredibly alluring.

After everything I'd been through, I immediately understood—it was the sound of a woman and a man,

the kind of intimate sounds born of pleasure.

I was secretly delighted. I crept over and stared intently at that dark corner, wanting

to see what kind of passionate scene it was.

After a while, their sounds resumed: the woman's panting, the man's heavy murmurs—

everything was so beautiful. I couldn't help but think of the times I'd spent with Xu Yang. My hand

unconsciously slid down to my skirt, caressing it.

Suddenly, I sensed something was wrong. The boy's voice was so familiar. The more I

listened , the more frightened and panicked I became. Finally, I was certain—100% certain—that boy was Xu Yang.

I froze, standing dumbfounded on the rooftop. Only

when Xu Yang appeared before me with that girl in his arms did he finally show his shock.

"Xiao Ruo..."

Xu Yang looked at me, his face deathly pale.

"I...I'm leaving now!"

The girl he was holding abruptly turned around and quickly left the rooftop. Everyone at school knew

I was Xu Yang's girlfriend. That girl probably left because she was embarrassed to see me. Perhaps, she

felt a little inferior, because back then, I truly was a perfect girl with almost no flaws.

"Xiao Ruo..."

Xu Yang walked over, looking at me nervously.

"Xu Yang, is this the promise you gave me?"

I asked hoarsely, looking at this heartless man.

"I, I..."

Xu Yang stammered, suddenly hugging me tightly. He then explained, "Xiao Ruo, I was wrong, I'm sorry,

I was really wrong. It wasn't me who contacted her, she seduced me. Xiao Ruo, you know, we men, we men

need women, right? You haven't come to see me for so long, I've been feeling really bad, so..."

Xu Yang used such an absurd reason—a man's need.

It was laughable, truly laughable, but what was even more laughable was that I actually believed him. I forgave him. I even

felt that I had neglected him during this time, and as his girlfriend, I should comfort him.

"Xiao Ruo, I told you, I will only love you for the rest of my life!"

Xu Yang convinced me, and at the same time, he started to touch me. He went behind me, rested his chin on

my shoulder, one hand around my waist, and the other hand was already inside my t-shirt, greedily caressing my

full breasts. I was so stupid; I didn't even realize that his hands had just been touching

another woman.

It has to be said that Xu Yang was very skilled, or rather, very skilled at teasing women, making them instantly

aroused .

His movements became increasingly practiced. He kissed my earlobes and neck, caressed my firm breasts, while his

other hand slowly slid down, touching my panties and slipping inside in an instant.

Under this triple assault, I went completely limp, leaning weakly against him, letting out moans

that could drive any man to ecstasy.

Xu Yang slowly lowered himself, sitting on the rooftop. He made me lie in his arms, and then he

did as he pleased . He lifted my clothes, unhooked my bra, kissed me, bit me, licked me, and thoroughly

enjoyed everything about me except for my first time…

“Xiao Ruo, you are the most perfect woman in the world!”

These were Xu Yang’s words of praise to me that night.

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