[Fantasy of a Beautiful Girl Parade]

Standing on the high platform, my face flushed, I clutched my skirt, listening to the buzzing sounds of amazement, praise,

envy .
"So pretty!" "Extremely pretty!" "Like a porcelain doll!" "So beautiful!" "So cute

!" The girls' heartfelt words, mingled with the boys' fiery lust and gazes, made me

lower , nervously rubbing my thin mini-skirt.
After the beautiful teacher finished speaking, it was my turn. One hand covering my short skirt, the other

writing , I turned around and introduced myself sweetly.
After briefly answering the students' enthusiastic questions, I was about to step down when the teacher stopped me.

Taking out , she carefully wiped away the remaining chalk dust for me.
"Oh dear... you shouldn't use chalk anymore!" the teacher said with a pained expression. "Such pretty

hands shouldn't be roughened by chalk dust..."
I'm quite tall, but to help me blend in with my classmates quickly, the teacher arranged for me to sit in the

second-to-last row, surrounded by pretty and cute girls. After
hanging up my bag, I sat down, smoothing my skirt. I squeezed my knees together, placed my calves at an angle, and then pulled the skirt over my

thighs to flatten it.
While the teacher was writing on the blackboard, my classmates all turned to peek at me. Yi-yun, sitting to my right,

started chatting with me using notes.
Following Yi-yun's example, notes quickly poured in from all directions, making it hard to know which to reply to first

.
Qian-hua, sitting to my left, volunteered to be my secretary, letting me reply to the girls' notes according to their distance, while

the boys' notes were simply ignored.
I was worried about being ostracized by the girls, since I had taken the titles of class beauty and school beauty as soon as I transferred here.

I was surprised by how friendly everyone was to me; they even held my hand and went to the restroom with me after class.
During self-study, the principal and the instructors brought a super pretty senior student to find me, hoping I could join

the marching band. After their persistent pleading, I reluctantly agreed. Anyway, the marching band skirt wasn't

much shorter than the school uniform skirt, and there were tight safety shorts underneath, so I just treated it as a graceful and dignified club activity.
When I went to report to the marching band after school, I discovered that our year's band was already full of beauties. It's just that the legs that were

white enough weren't long enough, and the legs that were long enough weren't white enough. I couldn't find a suitable captain no matter how much I looked... until I

transferred to . No wonder the principal kept staring at people's thighs in the morning; I thought he was a lecherous old man

... I was so wrong to think that.
Because the competition was approaching, there wasn't time to order a uniform for me, so I could only try on the marching band uniforms of the two captain senior students.

The long-sleeved, high-necked shirts fit fairly well, except for being a little tight in the chest area; a few alterations would be enough. However, my

waist is very thin, and several skirts I tried on were too loose. In the end, I could only wear a super short marching uniform that almost exposed my entire

thighs ...
For the sake of the overall aesthetics, the senior student cut the original flat-hem safety shorts inside the skirt diagonally, turning them into

triangle tights that looked a bit like a high-waisted swimsuit. As a result, because my butt is quite perky, the panties only covered less than half of

my buttocks, and the lace trim of the sheer panties was sticking out...
"Oh dear... I'm so sorry, junior..." the senior apologized while helping me push the lace into

my safety shorts. "...
Later, I'll go with you to buy some thongs. You can wear them during the competition..."
To help me adapt as quickly as possible, the instructor cut all the school uniform skirts I received that morning to the same length and

instructed me to wear high heels to and from school, and to practice walking the runway with my head held high and chest out, elegantly and gracefully, according to the standards of the marching band.
The senior forced me to use public funds to pick out several blush-inducing sexy panties at the department store. She instructed

me to wear them every morning and evening before the competition to quickly get used to

the feeling of the fabric tightly gripping my vulva and the strings digging into my buttocks.
The next morning, the senior rang the doorbell and accompanied me to school, while also giving me special training as the marching band captain.
"Lift your legs higher! Yes! When you take your first step, you have to lift your thighs this high!" My senior

lifted my thighs high. "Oh my! Jiaxuan, why are you only wearing a thong? You little pervert~"
I blushed and stammered that she was the one who told me to dress like this.
"I told you to wear two layers... Ugh... Jiaxuan, you're so cute... Aren't you afraid of showing too much

skin ?"
"Hmm... But it's okay, Jiaxuan, you can wear this until the competition. I'll talk to the instructor.

It wouldn't be good if you got sick from wearing two layers. Jiaxuan, you're our only hope..." It
's actually very close from home to school, but my senior deliberately took a long way and made me walk across several overpasses. She said that walking up and down

the stairs would make my legs firmer and more beautiful, and she told me

to practice going up and down the stairs whenever I had free time at school.
"Actually, your legs are already incredibly beautiful, I'm so jealous... How do you maintain them

?...
They're flawless..." My senior secretly lifted my skirt from behind, startling me so much that I gasped and

grabbed the hem.
"But maybe you'll be even prettier after special training..." My senior gently pinched my calf. "Jiaxuan,

you'll definitely seduce all those judges~"
Whether I can seduce the judges or not is still unknown, but the instructor guarding the school gate is already completely

smitten .
From the moment he saw me from afar, his lecherous eyes never left me, making me so embarrassed... And to make matters worse,

my mischievous senior kept teasing me, secretly lifting my skirt, causing the instructor to see my butt and thighs completely

...
Before the assembly, my senior made me change into the full uniform of the honor guard because the captain had finally been chosen, and the principal was going to formally present me

with the flag .
The long-sleeved top, which had been altered overnight, tightly hugged my small waist, emphasizing my

body .
My chest looked firmer, my waist looked thinner... and paired with an incredibly short

mini-skirt, my long, straight legs were completely displayed to the entire school...
The tight safety shorts under the pleated skirt were even narrower, higher-waisted, and sexier after being sewn

... Luckily, the super short skirt hem barely covered them, otherwise my entire butt would have been exposed...
The wind was strong on the flagpole, and I had to hold onto the skirt hem tightly as I went up to the stage.
However, things didn't go smoothly when the flag was being handed over...
Just as I received the team flag, which represented honor and legacy, a

sudden , revealing my incredibly sexy, round and perky buttocks, as well as my fair, smooth, and flawless

legs...
My clear and sweet cry was heard far away through the microphone. That hateful gust of wind blew the team flag

tightly around my waist... right over my miniskirt that had been lifted up, leaving me flustered and

unable to smooth it out...
My incredibly alluring buttocks, thighs, and calves were exposed to all the men, left to their

lewd fantasies...
I was both ashamed and anxious, wanting to squat down immediately, but afraid of disrupting the sacred flag-giving ceremony... The principal

stared at me with gleaming eyes, looking like he was about to pounce on me at any moment... I struggled frantically, wriggling like a swimming fish,

but the team flag was blown so tightly and heavily by the wind that it made me feel like I was wearing a high-waisted one-piece swimsuit that exposed my buttocks... as exposed as the

sexiest gymnastics outfit...
Back in the changing room, the senior students and classmates from the marching band took turns comforting me.
"Jiaxuan, you didn't expose yourself! And you look so pretty!" "Yeah, yeah! Jiaxuan, you were so

beautiful !"
"I wish I were that pretty... It's not embarrassing at all for people to see legs like that. I'm so

envious ..."
"During competitions, my skirt often gets blown up. Actually, the judges love to see that. It makes it easier to get

a high score..."
After composing herself and returning to the classroom, she encountered a new problem: My school uniform skirt is just too short!

Standing was fine, but as soon as I sat down, my legs would slide backward, exposing my entire thighs and buttocks. Even the girl

sitting diagonally in front of me could see my thong, which barely covered my vulva… not to mention the

boys who kept turning around, leering at me…
I was so scared that I quickly put a notebook on my lap, but the boys still kept bending over to leer at me… And

during quizzes, I had to put the notebook away, so the male teacher sitting on the podium could see

right … Throughout the entire exam, his neck didn’t move at all, his eyes wide open like a lighthouse, feasting his eyes on the stunning view
under my skirt … 　　As soon as class ended, I rushed to find my senior, hoping to quit the marching band. Her classroom was hard to find; I circled around for ages, passing all the second and third-year boys’ classrooms, before finally asking. Although she was very understanding, the principal and the instructors still hoped I could participate in the weekend competition and quit afterward, so they would have time to choose a new captain. 　　Although it wasn’t ideal, the thought of being able to quit still made me leave the principal’s office happily. I got lost again, wandering around the entire first-grade boys' classroom, and even had to ask the beast-like PE teacher on the playground for directions before finally getting back to class. 　　Although I was almost half a period late, the male teacher didn't give me a hard time; instead, he warmly welcomed me to come to him for extra lessons during self-study. 　　While he was talking, he kept leering at my chest, making me incredibly nervous, wondering what he was up to… 　　Back in my seat, Yi-yun's note flew over: "Jia-xuan, why are you sweating so much? Your uniform is practically transparent!" 　　I was startled and looked down… Oh my god! It really was transparent! My white lace bra was showing ! 　　Even my pink nipples and areolas were faintly visible… The thin uniform top couldn't cover my fair skin at all… I was so embarrassed! 　　I nervously took out a tissue, trying to dry my soaking wet top. I gently unbuttoned my shirt, pressing a tissue to the edge of my damp breasts, slowly wiping them away… I adjusted the bra straps, gathering the dewdrops near my collarbone into the tissue… 　　I slightly lifted my half-cup bra, exhaling softly, trying to dry my wet nipples… Whoosh… 　　Suddenly, everything became quiet. 　　Oblivious, I continued nervously wiping my chest… 　　“Ahhh!” I suddenly realized something was wrong and cried out! I grabbed my textbook from the table, clutching it tightly to my chest. 　　I looked up… all the boys in the class had turned around, lecherously staring … 　　How embarrassing! 　　What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do… 　　My blood rushed to my head, everything went black, and I fainted. 　　When I woke up, I found myself lying on a bed in the infirmary, with Yi-yun sitting beside me, taking care of me. 　　She said I had heatstroke, and the school doctor had given me scraping therapy; a rest should make me fine. 　　At noon, almost the entire marching band came to visit me, but the school doctor kept them out, only letting the team leader, a senior student, in. 　　To avoid the same situation happening during the competition, the senior student asked the school doctor to give me a physical examination. When he lifted the blanket I realized I was only wearing a loose patient gown; my bra and underwear were gone… The school doctor , with a stethoscope between his fingers, reached into my collar, his large hands pressing heavily on my left breast… I was so ashamed! 　　The cool stethoscope felt cold, the burning hot man's hands felt like fire… His fingers caressed my breasts, roaming over my smooth, creamy chest… I wanted to cry! 　　The initial examination showed nothing wrong; I had never had heatstroke before. However, just to be on the safe side, the school doctor said he would do an ultrasound. 　　The senior student and Yi-yun helped me unbutton my thin gown, pulling it down to my waist. My incredibly alluring upper body was now exposed to the school doctor. 　　He squeezed the transparent gel for ultrasound onto his hand, then gently and lightly applied it to my nipples. He applied it so slowly, so very slowly… while leering at me, he drew small circles… spreading the transparent gel evenly across my chest, extending to my shoulders, rubbing it onto my neck, touching my sides, and sliding it down to my waist… 　　He took out a stick-shaped ultrasound probe from his pocket, holding the tip between his thumb and forefinger, and pressing the remaining three fingers directly onto my smooth, delicate skin… The school doctor's examination was so thorough; every inch of my skin was traversed by the probe, and various ultrasound images from different angles 　　were recorded .

However, I noticed he wasn't looking at the monitor at all; his eyes were fixed on me

... He said my breasts were incredibly beautiful, that he'd never seen such a perfect shape before. He

also said my skin was so delicate and pink, and he was afraid of accidentally scratching me when he did gua sha that morning

...
He examined me for a long, long time, then the school doctor took an empty jar and said he was going to collect the gel from my body.

My senior and Yi-yun were eager to help, but the school doctor said it required professional training, so

his large hands started touching my upper body again, caressing me until I felt so shy, so itchy, and I couldn't help but want to moan and

cry ...
Not much gel was collected, but he said it absorbed the fragrance and sweat of a beautiful virgin and could be used as

a high-quality Chinese medicine. My senior and Yi-yun curiously smelled and licked it, both saying it was indeed very fragrant and sweet, like

jasmine honey...
I shyly said I felt much better and wanted to go back to class. The school doctor said he would take my breast temperature again, and if

I didn't have a fever, I could leave. He took out a strange stick-like object, saying it was a breast thermometer, and told me to hold my

breasts together and hold it for five minutes.
I didn't know what I had to endure at first, but I knew as soon as the breast thermometer started to move. It not only moved,

but it also vibrated, making my breasts feel tingly and itchy, and I wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to do so... It

didn't move very fast, but it was also a bit slippery... I had to try very hard to keep it from slipping.
The school doctor said he could assist me. He held the bottom of the breast thermometer and pulled it

back and forth in a simple harmonic motion in my cleavage.
My senior and Yi-yun thought it was a lot of fun, but the school doctor said it was only for girls with heatstroke and told them

not to try it.
After finally taking my breast temperature, the school doctor looked at it and said the value wasn't safe, suggesting I take my

rectal temperature as well. He went outside the curtain and locked the infirmary door, then turned on the infrared camera above the bed,

saying that infrared was more accurate for measuring rectal temperature.
My senior and Yi-yun untied my belt, lifted my patient gown, and my completely naked body

was exposed to the school doctor's retina…
Even though I knew this was a necessary medical procedure, I still felt so ashamed… My face was burning hot…

I think my cheeks must have turned incredibly red.
The school doctor was stunned.
He stared intently at my waist, my buttocks, my groin, my private parts, my thighs…
He opened his mouth, swallowed… seemingly… completely speechless…
Yi-yun and my senior didn't say a word either, silently admiring my beautiful

body …
I murmured a reminder to the school doctor that it was time to take my rectal temperature…
but he seemed not to hear me.
His auditory nerve bandwidth might have been diverted to his optic nerve.
Overwhelmed with shame, I slightly bent my knees, wanting to turn over so he could take my rectal temperature.
As soon as I turned to the side, the school doctor's large, warm hands landed on my round, perky buttocks,

gently pressing and stroking them.
He said my body was so beautiful and alluring that even he, as an expert, couldn't help but lose his composure,

and he wanted to apologize sincerely.
I softly said it was okay and asked him to quickly take my rectal temperature.
He said I didn't need to turn around to take rectal temperature. He half-embraced me with both hands, helping me back to my original supine position, then

grasped my slender ankles with both hands, lifting them high, bending them down, and pushing them towards my shoulders.
My slender waist bent and my buttocks rose high with his guidance. Then he pulled down the infrared camera,

aiming it at my incredibly tight anus.
The school doctor said my legs were incredibly beautiful, and my body was so flexible, truly a stunning

beauty . He said my buttocks were white, smooth, and delicate, so round, perky, and sexy, and that he had never seen

a high school girl with such a perfect figure as me.
The senior and Yi-yun echoed in unison, secretly touching my thighs and buttocks. Yi-yun said my breasts were so beautiful, so

firm, so alluring, and she wanted to bite them every day. My senior said I was only a first-year high school student and already so well-developed, making her

incredibly jealous.
Halfway through taking my rectal temperature, I suddenly felt an urge to urinate. Especially with the school doctor pressing on my lower abdomen while holding my legs,

the urge became incredibly strong.
I shyly said I needed to urinate and couldn't hold it in any longer, but the school doctor said it was okay to

urinate like that, that it meant my heatstroke was almost over.
My urge to urinate was becoming increasingly unbearable, but I was too ashamed to urinate at all. The school doctor asked my senior and

Yi-yun to step outside the curtain, then said that no one was watching and I could urinate now.
Oh my god… didn't the school doctor consider himself human? How could I possibly urinate in front of boys!
Just as my face turned bright red, the school doctor pushed the camera aside, put his head

between , and forcefully licked my urethra with his tongue!
A strange mix of shame and intense stimulation made me urinate all at once!
Looking between my breasts and legs, I could see the school doctor's mouth pressed tightly against my vulva,

gulping down my gushing urine!
I felt so ashamed!
But also so excited!
The intense stimulation squeezed all the water out of my bladder, pouring it into the school doctor's throat… He

was absorbed, greedily swallowing my urine as if he were drinking the finest wine in the world…

Until I finished urinating, he didn't waste a single drop, drinking it all

…
He gently pressed my lower abdomen to make sure there was no more urine, then gently licked it clean with his tongue

, and then sucked and nibbled at my incredibly sensitive clitoris…
I felt like I was going to pee again!
It was such a strange feeling! Even though I felt no more urge to urinate, it felt like my body was overflowing again...
My incredibly alluring legs involuntarily squeezed together, and the school doctor immediately curled his lips,

sealing my untouched virgin entrance like a suction cup...
I felt it... A large amount of nectar gushed from my flower path... The school doctor drank it all

down without spilling a drop...
I bit my lip hard, trying not to scream... My body trembled involuntarily.

I felt so strange... so ashamed... yet... so happy...
The school doctor thoroughly licked my genitals clean, then rinsed and

dried . His technique was really good; there wasn't even a trace of water on the bed... except for

the fragrant sweat I had sweated from nervousness...
The school doctor said he needed to do some private examinations and asked my senior and Yi-yun to wait outside the curtain for

a while .
I was so ashamed that I couldn't even think of refusing. I could only watch helplessly as the school doctor played with

my body, sucking and licking my anus. Then he took out a breast thermometer wrapped in a floral cloth from his crotch and

sprayed hot, milky-white gel onto my chest... After
a thorough examination, the school doctor announced that my physical condition was excellent and I was perfectly capable of handling the marching band

competition.
To avoid heatstroke again, he suggested I drink plenty of water during each break and

come to the infirmary when I felt the urge to urinate so he could personally check my urine, ensuring I was in peak condition before the marching band competition.
I shyly asked if I could collect my urine beforehand. He said it would

n't be good if the urine smelled of the plastic container, and told me to just come directly so he could check my urine.
For the next few days, I had to go to the infirmary almost every break. Although the teachers knew my

health condition and were understanding about my lateness, I still tried to get back to the classroom before the bell rang.
In my rush, sometimes I couldn't cover my skirt as well. Although I tried to avoid the stairs and

boys' classrooms, I inevitably ended up exposing myself, with boys seeing my extremely sexy thong.
Because I was walking in a hurry and needed to urinate, my underwear, which should have fit perfectly, kept reminding me of its

presence...
It pinched my vulva tightly, the thin string digging into my buttocks... And there were people everywhere in the corridor, so I couldn't put my hand

under my skirt to adjust it... The faster I walked, the more obvious the sensation from my lower body became... The thin fabric

rubbed against my labia, and the narrow lace string twitched back and forth with my swaying steps...
The boys' burning gazes were undisguised. Many upperclassmen would deliberately walk behind me, secretly taking pictures

under my skirt with their phones.
Or they would run ahead of me and squat in the middle of the corridor pretending to tie their shoelaces... I couldn't walk away, and I couldn't hide

, so I could only try my best to protect myself and not let them take too clear pictures...
Although I frequently changed routes, all the boys in the school soon knew my destination. The key intersections near the classroom and the infirmary

were always swarmed by boys as soon as class ended, all eager to peek under my incredibly alluring skirt…
If I walked too fast, my semi-transparent uniform top would quickly become completely transparent, revealing the lace lingerie bra that matched

my thong , as well as my pink areolas and clitoris…
Thankfully, the marching band competition was on the weekend, I reassured myself. Anyway, I'd resign as captain after the competition,

change out of the miniskirt, and I wouldn't have to go to the infirmary every day afterward.
The day of the competition went very smoothly. As captain, I basically just twirled the baton around; as long as

I didn't mess up the route or walk too fast, I wouldn't go too far astray. Although the marching band uniform was very revealing and sexy, I was used to being peeked at by all the boys

in school , so I actually felt a sense of security… at least the top wasn't transparent, and there

was a thin layer of fabric covering the edge of my thong.
Although I made quite a few minor mistakes, I still received the highest score, almost perfect, for conducting. Maybe

it was like what the senior said? A beautiful captain is half the battle won; the judges were all completely captivated by me.
The afternoon's competition was for the band and flag team. I was supposed to watch the competition with my teammates, but the

organizers took me to the VIP box.
Apparently, several schools were protesting, saying that as captain, I wasn't wearing safety shorts and my skirt was too short, deliberately

flaunting sexiness and objectifying women, violating the elegant, healthy, and refined spirit of the marching band.
I was very nervous, but the judges were very kind and reassured me, telling me not to worry, since I

hadn't broken any rules.
The protesting schools all had male instructors leading their teams. They didn't believe me when I said I was wearing safety shorts and insisted on lifting

my skirt to check.
I was incredibly embarrassed but had to agree. They took turns checking, each one scrutinizing me for a long time

, fiddling with my safety shorts and pulling at the seam between my marching band skirt and safety shorts.
Besides the instructors, the judges also said they wanted to be rigorous and would check each one individually.

After

have violatedfinally the rules.
I tensed up again when he raised his hand to speak, but after hearing his explanation, I felt relieved. The thongs my senior had chosen

were super narrow and made with minimal fabric, tightly wrapping around my vulva and sinking into my buttocks. No matter how I moved, they only tightened

, making it impossible for them to slip out.
However, the protesting instructors didn't believe my explanation and insisted on checking. Helpless, I could only stand up, letting

each instructor kneel under my miniskirt, reaching into my high-waisted safety shorts to adjust my sexy lace

thong…
Their hands were so hot, so itchy… Several times I almost groaned, only able to

bite and make soft, nasal sounds…
The instructors and judges took turns checking, their sweaty hands soaking both layers of my underwear…

Luckily, the safety shorts were very sturdy, otherwise someone might have protested again that the thong was showing, violating

the rules .
After finally reaching a consensus, another instructor said I might have changed my skirt and trousers at the last minute, and not the one I wore during the competition.

The judges pulled up the video of the morning's competition and made me perform the same movements in every frame where my skirt fluttered,

so they could compare them in detail.
To convince them, I gritted my teeth, stood on the table, and performed the entire set of marching drill movements. I lifted my leg, turned,

bent over, half-squatted, and knelt high, even doing the warm-up exercises that I only did during regular training. I
raised my thigh high, over my shoulder, and stretched it in a straight line with my other long leg... I returned to the

attention position, tucked one leg into a piste position, and then tucked the baton under my skirt,

circling it around the standing leg.
Using the thin heels of my shoes as an axis, I spun in place, letting my light skirt flutter and showcasing my incredibly alluring

buttocks and long, straight, beautiful legs…
Having practiced modern gymnastics and ballet before, I casually performed the sexiest gymnastics moves as well. Although

I only had one baton, it seemed to transform into ribbons and drumsticks in my hands. The gentle judges became rhythm balls, and

the annoying instructors became hula hoops.
I took their hands and used my breasts, slender waist, buttocks, and thighs to perform every classic

modern gymnastics move on them… The high-necked, long-sleeved marching uniform was already quite similar in cut to a gymnastics uniform. Because my chest

was too tight , I took off my bra before the competition and, in a moment of ecstasy, pressed my soft breasts against those human-shaped rhythm balls…

…
My nipples were erect, leaving obvious protrusions on the thin marching uniform. The men's hot, large hands

seemed to become jump ropes, allowing me to dance between their spinning ropes.
On the playground, the band competition was playing the most passionate Spanish dance music. My soft body pressed against

a man , then slipped away before he could embrace me… I clung to another man beside me,

sliding away before he could kiss me…
The intense dance gradually released the pent-up frustration of being unjustly accused… until I came to my senses and

heard the instructors clapping along to the music.
The moment I snapped out of it, I felt utterly mortified!
I… I… I just… just now… I had acted like a shameless stripper, offering my alluring

body to men…
How awful, how awful, how awful!
Like a startled rabbit, I jumped off the table in three quick steps, sat back in my seat,

knelt down, tightened my skirt, blushed, and buried my face in my chest…
Thankfully, the report on the skirt length arrived. Because of my slender waist, the standard ceremonial skirt

was naturally shorter. After all, girls with such slender waists are usually shorter, so the skirt didn't need to be too long.
My skirt was already the longest for my waist size. Many of the instructors in the protesting teams had

skirts shorter than mine. It was just that because my legs are long and my buttocks are perky, they appeared visually

a bit too short.
The protesting instructors, of course, weren't so easily deterred and insisted on measuring me themselves. However, it quickly

became clear that when I stood straight and there was no wind, the skirt properly covered my private parts, and even

bending prevented any accidental exposure.
The instructors knelt before me one by one, apologizing sincerely. Perhaps out of embarrassment, they

all avoided eye contact, their eyes fixed on the bottom of my skirt. I told them it was all a misunderstanding and there was no

need for them to kneel like that. But they insisted on remaining kneeling, and I couldn't pull them up. I was both angry and amused, so I just

let them kneel there and look.
The matter was perfectly resolved, and I said I wanted to go back to my team to watch the game together. One of the protesting instructors said he still felt

sorry for me and wanted to buy me clothes as an apology.
Despite my repeated refusals, he insisted on giving me clothes, even asking about my height, weight, bust, waist, bust, hip measurements, bra size,

shoulder width, and leg length, making me very embarrassed to answer…
Unexpectedly, several other instructors also wanted to give me clothes, so I had to quietly tell them my measurements…

Seriously…
I felt my face burning hot…
At the awards ceremony in the evening, our school rightfully won the championship. Perhaps as compensation for the misunderstanding

? Several protesting schools jointly agreed to award me a special conducting award. This award is indeed very rare;

it was last awarded at the conference nine years ago, and fewer than ten trophies have ever been awarded. I can say I'm destined to be

remembered in history …
Because the marching band's victory celebration was combined with the school anniversary this year, we showered and changed back into casual clothes in the locker room before

disbanding.
Thinking about finally shedding the troublesome captain title, I happily went shopping with Yi-yun and Qian-hua, who came to cheer me on

.
Actually, our whole class came to cheer me on. I heard that many boys and upperclassmen from other classes also

came, but they left after watching my performance; very few stayed until the awards ceremony in the afternoon.
After dinner, I unexpectedly ran into one of the instructors who had participated in the protest that afternoon at the department store. I didn't want to talk to

him at first and was about to leave when I saw him from afar. But Yi-yun and Qian-hua thought he was very handsome and insisted on seeing him, so

the instructor excitedly ran over to greet him.
When Yi-yun and Qian-hua heard that he was going to buy me clothes, she became even more enthusiastic and dragged me to

the most expensive counter without saying a word. I thought it would be good to make him spend some money, rather than him just picking out some cheap clothes to fool

me, so I half-heartedly went with him.
Every time I buy clothes, the sales assistants ask me all sorts of questions. How do I take care of my skin? How do I massage my breasts

?
I'm too embarrassed to say that I'm naturally beautiful and don't need special care, so I just read a lot of teen magazines and

use the latest trendy tips to appease them.
Actually, some commercially available skincare products can cause skin allergies, so I always advise them to just

wash their faces with water. However, they always seem to believe in the strange home remedies in magazines and excitedly

discuss the contents with me.
Because I wanted to make the instructor feel bad, I didn't care about the most beautiful clothes, just the most expensive ones. Unexpectedly, Yi-Yun-

Qian-Hua wasn't satisfied, saying the boutique wasn't complete enough and she wanted to take me to a

flagship .
Actually, truly wealthy people don't buy ready-made clothes, but for us ordinary students, the tailoring

service at designer boutiques is already the most expensive and high-end option. The instructor seemed unaware of Yi-Yun-Qian-Hua's wicked plan,

driving happily the whole way, even saying he could treat us to a movie after we bought the clothes… Humph! I think he'll probably have to sell his car

after …
The boutique staff were indeed very professional; they didn't pester me about my skincare secrets. Even though the instructor was dressed

casually , he wasn't treated like a poor person who couldn't afford anything. The waitresses were polite, courteous, and enthusiastic, letting us

browse freely. Yi-yun and Qian-hua tried on a ton of clothes but didn't buy anything, and
the waitresses didn't get angry. Just when it seemed like I was about to really rip off the instructor, I softened. I pulled them aside and told them not to pick anything too expensive, but

the instructor generously said it was fine, the more expensive the better.
The sales assistant listened to us from a distance the whole way, knowing that only I wanted to buy something. She said that expensive things weren't necessarily

suitable , and it depended on body shape and personal style. She then asked what styles and colors I liked.
The instructor said I had a great figure and was tall, and he wanted to buy me an outfit that would highlight my best features , even

if it was a little revealing.
I quickly waved my hands, saying I didn't want anything too revealing, but Yi-yun and Qian-hua nodded repeatedly, saying the more revealing

the better.
The sales assistant said that most of this season's designs were lightweight and cool, and it wouldn't be easy to find something less revealing,

so I had no choice but to accept it.
The sales assistant said she needed to measure my measurements, and the instructor, standing next to me, rattled off my bust, waist, and

other measurements. The sales assistant clearly thought the instructor was my boyfriend, and even Yi-yun and Qian-hua looked at me and then at the instructor
with flirtatious eyes … 　　I was speechless and didn't want to explain, so I just asked the sales assistant to measure me again. 　　The sales assistant picked out a whole bunch of dresses for me, all of them incredibly expensive, more expensive than land in the city center. I wanted to just pick the thickest and heaviest one, but those two disloyal girls absolutely refused, insisting I try on every single one. 　　Even though I was wearing a spaghetti-strap demi-cup with a thong, several dresses still made my bra lace show, or the straps of two different dresses didn't match, so I had to take my bra off… 　　At first, I insisted on not taking it off, since I didn't want to buy those dresses anyway. But Yi-Yun-Qian-Hua quickly stripped me naked, and the sales assistant smiled and helped me put on nipple covers… 　　Even my thong had to be changed because it was too dark, otherwise it would be very noticeable when I wore a white mini-skirt. 　　Yi-Yun-Qian-Hua originally wanted me to wear a more revealing and sexy C-string, the kind that barely covered my private . But I resisted fiercely, and finally, we compromised, and I wore a pure white lace thong. 　　The sales assistant seemed to have gotten addicted to changing my clothes, treating me like a Barbie doll. Several dresses didn't quite match my ponytail, so she even called in a colleague to help me change my hairstyle, treating me like a professional model . 　　The waitresses thought the instructor was my boyfriend and started to avoid him quite a bit. I was incredibly embarrassed but couldn't find a chance to explain, so he often saw my almost naked body while I was changing... I noticed his pants were already bulging, and he wouldn't stand up even while sitting, but my tall stature meant he could see under my miniskirt even when I was standing... 　　I tried on a whole bunch of dresses but didn't know which one to choose. The waitresses all had their own preferences, and Yi-Yun and Qian -Hua each recommended a super revealing and sexy dress, while my conservative opinions were completely ignored . 　　The instructor really wanted to buy them all, but he knew he couldn't, so he just held up the dresses against me . 　　As he was doing that, he suddenly had an idea. 　　He said he wanted me to order a marching band uniform here. No matter how expensive it was. 　　Although I'm retiring, I'd still be happy to have a handmade marching band uniform made by a famous boutique. 　　Our school's marching band uniforms are known for their beauty and elegance, and they suit me perfectly; even I wouldn't easily refuse such a gift. 　　In front of the instructors and all the girls present, I took off my little dress and put on the marching band captain's uniform I'd been wearing all day . 　　Stunning. 　　That was everyone's impression. 　　Perhaps it was the ease after winning that made me seem more lively and radiant? Gone was the pre-competition anxiety and tension, gone was the fear and panic of being inexplicably wronged that afternoon; the thin fabric was now stained with the sweat and effort of the day … I bent down, took the baton from the bag, and began performing each 　　marching band movement in the spacious VIP room . 　　This should be my last performance as marching band captain, right? 　　From tomorrow onwards, I will no longer be the captain. I 　　won't even be a member of the marching band anymore. 　　I want to cry. I want to remember this unforgettable week. 　　Yet, I forced a bright smile... I didn't want tears to ruin this final performance. 　　I had to smile! 　　I thought about the funny things that happened during practice, the careful guidance from my seniors and teammates, the embarrassment of constantly dropping the baton during practice, and today's performance where I gave it my all in front of the judges... 　　I smiled. 　　A genuine, heartfelt smile. 　　Once a member of the marching band, always a member of the marching band. 　　My senior told me that from the beginning. 　　Starting tomorrow, I'm leaving, I'm quitting... but I'm still a member of the marching band. I'm still the captain who led my team to victory , I'm still the best marching band captain who won a special award and has a chance to enter the Hall of Fame. 　　My smile was so sweet, so happy. 　　I gave an even more perfect performance than this morning, flawlessly and charmingly completing all the required and optional movements. 　　Everyone present was mesmerized. Although the number of people was actually very small. 　　The staff were all very moved, patting their chests and promising to do everything they could to persuade their superiors to help me get this custom-made marching band captain's uniform. 　　The seemingly young store manager immediately called to speak with the officer. Surprisingly, upon hearing the school's name, the officer agreed immediately… It turned out the officer was also a marching band enthusiast, having spent the entire day taking photos and videos at the event. Knowing I wanted a custom-made captain's uniform, he abandoned his wife and said he'd come right away, even saying he'd bring the designer along . 　　While waiting for the company executives and the designer, I tried on several more outfits. All were called in, happily playing a real-life Barbie game. 　　The designer initially didn't want to deal with this mindless business, but after seeing my photos, he immediately changed into an outfit and came over. 　　He said he hoped I could endorse the brand, and all the outfits I'd tried on that day, as well as the marching band uniform I wanted to order, would be given to me for free. He would then discuss the contract details and signing bonus with my parents. 　　The drill instructor said he'd pay for the marching band uniform, but after the designer wrote down a number on a piece of paper and handed it to him, he gave up.

I told them I didn't want to endorse dresses that were too revealing or sexy, and they agreed without hesitation. They even said they could

specify the exact proportions and parts of my body to be exposed in the contract, guaranteeing my satisfaction.
I said I'd wait until my parents had discussed it further. They said that regardless of whether a deal was reached, the dresses I'd picked out today would be given to me

for free . So, the two dresses Yi-Yun-Qian-Hua had chosen were wrapped up, and then the instructor picked out two more outfits, one free

and one he'd pay for.
I changed into the little dress the instructor had bought, and the designer was ecstatic, repeatedly saying that finally someone could

perfectly showcase his meticulous designs. If it weren't for the rush today, he would have

visited .
He asked for my father's phone number, carefully memorized it several times, and then put it in a hidden

pocket .
He said he would have a lawyer draft several contract drafts immediately, and he would schedule a meeting with my parents in the next day or two.
The designer also picked out a small handbag for me, saying that although my original handbag was also very nice,

it didn't match the little dress at all. Then he carefully measured my feet and went to a nearby boutique to pick out a pair of

high heels for me. He said he could only find this pair in his haste, but it was passable, and he would deliver them to me in a couple of days once he found something he liked

.
He originally wanted to help me choose some jewelry, but I said I didn't like wearing too many things, and

it wasn't appropriate for a student to wear such expensive items. He thought about it and agreed, saying he would deliver them to my house together in a couple of days, since there would be many opportunities to work together

after .
After leaving the store, the instructor earnestly said he wanted to treat us to a movie. Yi-yun and Qian-hua said they wanted to see a horror movie and

wanted the instructor and me to see a romance movie. I insisted that if the two of them didn't want to watch it together, then we shouldn't. In the end, I chose

a movie based on a comic book, and the four of us watched it together.
It really felt strange to watch a cartoon in a dress, but none of the three of them would let me change. A super short dress with thin straps,

a low-cut V-neck, and a bare back and waist... The hem was almost as short as my marching uniform, and

underneath I was wearing my sexiest white thong...
I was originally walking between Yi-Yun and Qian-Hua, but after a few men tried to pick me up, they pushed me

to the instructor's side. They said that only the instructor could protect me properly since I was dressed so sexily, and I could only

grit my teeth and accept it.
Even walking with the instructor, many clueless guys still came up to me. So the instructor took my

hand, and Yi-Yun and Qian-Hua then put my arm through the instructor's arm... In the end, I was hugging the instructor's arm

.
Maybe the instructor looked like he had martial arts training, because no men bothered me anymore. But

more and more people were stealing glances at me, and a whole bunch of men followed behind us.
Yi-Yun and Qian-Hua dutifully kept watch, so I didn't have to worry about showing too much skin and didn't bother to adjust my skirt too much.

On the escalator, I overheard a little boy behind me saying that the pretty older sister wasn't wearing underwear, which made me incredibly

embarrassed …
Yi-yun Qian-hua told him I was wearing underwear, but the little boy insisted he hadn't seen anything. His mother blushed

and gently tapped him, but he still insisted he hadn't seen anything.
Then he started crying, crying louder and louder, pointing at me and shouting, "That pretty older sister really

wasn't wearing underwear !"
Although his mother immediately picked him up and covered his mouth, many people still heard him. What's more, the

escalator was almost entirely filled with men looking for an opportunity to peep under my skirt… and now that the little boy's spot was empty,

it was even easier for them to peep!
I wanted to run away, but I couldn't! The escalator was very long; it took several minutes to get from the bottom to the top. I

couldn't possibly walk up the stairs from the empty space next to me. If I went up in this miniskirt, it would just look like, "Come on!

Come and spy on me!"
...Oh my god...I wanted to cry...
I finally got close to the top floor, and afraid that little boy would keep bothering me, I whispered to him that the big

sister was wearing white underwear.
For some reason, he immediately believed me. He nodded and said loudly, "I know, I won't

tell anyone that the big sister is wearing white underwear!"
His mother and I almost fainted. His mother immediately covered his mouth and apologized to me in a low voice,

saying that he didn't know what a thong was.
As soon as the little boy broke free, he immediately asked loudly, "Mom, what is a thong?"
I wanted to die...
As soon as I got to the top floor, I hid in the girls' restroom and cried, asking Yi-Yun-Qian-Hua to go to the instructor's car to get me a change of

clothes . I cried for a long time before they came back, saying that the car seemed to have been towed away.
Nobody was in the mood for the movie anymore; my marching uniform was still in the car…
I washed my face and made sure my eyes weren’t too swollen before going out. The four of us took a taxi to the towing yard,

which the driver found amusing—very few people go to tow a tow truck as a group of four.
The driver kept glancing at me the whole way, but with Yi-yun and Qian-hua covering for me, I think he only saw my

cleavage at most. I originally wanted to cover my chest with the small hand strap, but then I thought it would be too deliberate, so I gave up. After all,

how many men had seen my cleavage and up my skirt at the movie theater and shopping mall before? I'd just consider it a little

perk .
After getting the car, Yi-yun and Qian-hua came to my house, explained things to my parents, and then we all went home. Although I

’ve always been a good girl, bringing home a dress worth millions after shopping would

seem suspicious to any normal parent…
I took a good shower, washing away the gloom brought by that hateful yet adorable little brother, and wrapped myself in a big bath towel to

go online.
As soon as I logged on, I received a bunch of messages from old classmates, all talking about my competition today.
I went to the video website and was shocked!
The homepage featured me prominently, and all the related videos were of me! It had only been a few

hours since the competition...
So many people had uploaded their own videos, and the most clicked videos on the first page were all of me...
I blushed and clicked on the number one video, and after watching it, my face turned even redder...
This wasn't a competition; it was
practically a wardrobe malfunction extravaganza... Although I was wearing safety shorts, all the other team members wore boxer shorts, while mine was the most revealing and

sexy—a sexy, high-waisted swimsuit-like concave brief...
The cut, following the curves of my body, was no longer a straight triangle. It was a thin fabric with

curved , only slightly wider than a thong...
and because of the material and color, it was almost impossible to tell that I was wearing a thong underneath... No wonder those awful

drill sergeants gave me trouble, because... my performance this morning was really that sexy... that...

slutty... In the words of those netizens, I was just that... wanton...
If you only watched these deliberately edited videos, anyone would think I wasn't wearing safety shorts, right?

Although I know the uploader meant well, deliberately only posting my most beautiful and alluring images, seeing

all those obscene comments... I cried again...
Actually, most of the comments were positive praises. But right now, I'm just desperately looking at those particularly

vulgar, 18+, most obscene, netizens' most explicit sexual fantasies about me...
They say I look so beautiful and slutty, it must be so, so incredibly good to have sex with me. They said my body was so

soft and elastic, that it must feel amazing to penetrate me, and that they could make me moan and gasp even in the most difficult positions.
They said that someone as beautiful as me must not be a virgin anymore, but then they said I still looked like one. They

said that I'd been fucked so many times yet still looked like a virgin, truly a man's blessing, an unparalleled allure…
I went to take a shower again. I cried as I showered.
I wanted to wash away those filthy men's slander and sexual harassment…
After showering, I calmed down and changed into my nightgown.
I suddenly realized my mistake… Despite so many clicks and comments, I

seemed only see a few comments…
I immediately turned on my computer again and looked at the even more popular video.
Sure enough, the vast majority of people were praising my beauty, admiring my hard work and sweat in directing, and praising

my excellent performance, which, despite some minor mistakes, was still worthy of a special award.
A marching band competition isn't just about looks and figure. If it were, there would be no point in competing; the school captains

could just line up and be judged.
The old saying, "The head of the marching band is half the captain," has some truth to it, but why do we still

practice ? Isn't it because of the uncertainty of competition?
Admittedly, beautiful women have an advantage, that's undeniable. But like artistic gymnastics, rhythmic

gymnastics , synchronized swimming, women's diving, figure skating, etc., the focus of the competition is the content, not the performer's

appearance.
If being beautiful guaranteed a win, I could probably win a lot of gold medals at the Olympics… at least

I'm very good at rhythmic gymnastics…
Seeing the sincere praise from netizens, I shamefully cried again…
I felt so sorry for them… After all, I'm leaving the marching band tomorrow…
They like me so much, support me so much, many said they would definitely

come to see …
but I'm going to let them down…
Crying, crying… I fell asleep.
In my dream, we were still preparing to go on stage when my senior suddenly noticed that my safety shorts had been torn.
She said it didn't look good and might violate the rules. She decisively cut off her safety shorts with scissors

, then, after taking safety precautions, smiled and saw us off.
Although I wasn't very confident about her safety measures, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.
The wind in the venue was so strong, my skirt kept being lifted up...
I was so embarrassed, wearing only a thong underneath, yet I had to try my best to direct in front of the judges...

even though they were admiring my flawless buttocks... even though they were ogling my crystal-clear, tender white legs

... Although I wanted to hold down my skirt and tell them not to look, I couldn't, and dared not,
while twirling my baton and raising my thighs high ... 　　The sheer lace and semi-transparent thong couldn't hide my incredibly alluring vulva at all... leaving the lecherous judges to stare. Watching, watching, letting the spectators with binoculars fantasize and lewdly observe... 　　The howling wind made my little hole so cold, so itchy, so... so wanting... 　　so wanting a man to come and reach under my extremely short skirt, gently covering me... warming me with his hot large hands, caressing me with his burning heat... taking me away from this icy, erotic wind... 　　Come on... look at my thighs... 　　Oh, come on... come and see Jiaxuan's perky, round, white buttocks... 　　the marching band's crown, the captain's lewdness... the judges love unspoken rules, don't they? They love raping young girls, don't they ? They love training virgins like Jiaxuan, don't they? 　　I promised my senior that I would help the school win another championship... 　　If sleeping with someone can win a championship, then the judges should come and hug me... 　　one by one, don't fight over me... Jiaxuan can satisfy all of you... 　　The dream competition ended in an instant, and the scene changed to the VIP box of the conference. 　　The so-called "safety measures" my senior taught me were simply to wear two thongs. 　　The outer one served as my safety shorts, and the inner one as my underwear. 　　The judges and instructors unanimously approved, believing I hadn't broken any rules. 　　As long as I could sleep with them. 　　There were no beds here… I said shyly, "Where are you taking me to bed?" " 　　The sky is the house, the ground is the bed!" they said. 　　Watching the band and flag team compete, I was gang-raped by them while leaning against the window of the VIP box. 　　They fucked me so well, so happily, so blissfully… because I knew I could win another , keeping my promise to my senior. 　　They also fucked me so hard, so painfully, so uncomfortablely… because they were so rough, so direct, without any foreplay, just thrusting wildly… 　　When I went on stage to receive the award that evening, I was completely naked under my incredibly sexy short marching uniform. 　　I had to clench my fists tightly to prevent the large amount of semen inside my uterus from leaking out. 　　After receiving the special award from the conductor, I smiled and waved to the stands to thank the audience for their enthusiastic applause... 　　A gust of wind blew up, lifting the hem of my short pleated skirt... 　　Mom! That pretty older sister wasn't wearing underwear!

My hateful yet adorable little brother, his childlike and clear cries, carried by the caressing breeze, echoed throughout every corner of

the assembly .
[The End
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