My dissolute years

I grew up in a small but very famous city—I won't mention the name, because when my friends

see this post and find out about my past, they might make fun of me.
Actually, I'm the kind of boy who matures late. Because I was a good student and had

fair skin, girls started writing me letters in sixth grade. Some of you might be thinking, "That's

nothing! I was in sixth grade in 1987, and things weren't so open-minded back then."
So the letters weren't filled with mushy stuff; they were just about making friends. Receiving those letters

was , probably because boys aren't as mature as girls. I didn't know what to do,

so I just read them and threw them in the trash. Then
, in the first year of junior high, a girl who wrote me a letter ended up in the same junior high as me, in the class next to mine.

I was the class monitor in my own class, and she was the class monitor in the next class—Li Hong.
Li Hong was the kind of person who matured early. I remember my friend saying she was like an

apple that ripens early and rots early, and it turned out he was right. Six years ago, Li Hong brought a tour group to our city, and I met her.

She looked like a 30-year-old rural woman.
My first semester of junior high was uneventful. The second semester, I started participating in sports activities and

playing basketball with my classmates. Around this time, my physique started to change; I even developed an Adam's apple, and my voice became

rough . That wasn't a big deal, until a month later, Xiao Guitou messed up my life.
Xiao Guitou's real name was Liu Xiaoxiong, and he was three years older than me. In sixth grade, he started touching his female deskmate inappropriately

. Later, he even let a female classmate touch his penis by the river near the school. When the homeroom teacher found out,

he told his father, and he got a severe beating. That's how
he got the nickname "Xiao Guitou" (Little Turtle). After finishing junior high, he couldn't continue studying and said he wanted to go out and make his way in the world. At that time, "Huo Yuanjia" was on TV

, and he probably got brainwashed by watching it. It's good that he went away .
His female classmates suffered a lot of harassment during his three years of junior high, like swallowing mosquitoes.

I say this because Xiao Guitou's appearance isn't exactly flattering, and the girls who were harassed certainly didn't feel any better. 　　A year later, Xiao Guitou returned from out of town, disrupting my life. This guy brought back all sorts of weird . I remember it was his first time encountering anything related to sex, so I remember he showed me a book called "Small Fish Eat Big Fish." It was the first time I'd ever seen such provocative language. Anyway, after reading it, I noticed some clear fluid coming out of my penis, and it was stringy. I felt an urge to urinate. 　　Xiao Guitou also brought some color photos, which I really disliked. They were all pictures of men naked, their penises engorged. Very impressive stuff, but I had no interest in it. He said he sold them to older female students, and quite a few bought them! I was impressed! 　　What I remember most vividly is returning the book to Xiao Guitou three days later. After I gave it to him, he mysteriously pulled a , grinning broadly, "Good stuff!" 　　I opened to the first page, and saw "A Girl's Heart" written in pen, by Anna. If you were born in our generation, I believe you would deeply understand this so-called book, right? 　　Anyway, I secretly read it until 2 a.m. after taking it home. I couldn't fall asleep after finishing, and finally slept after dawn. In my dream, I dreamed the protagonist, the so-called cousin, but the male protagonist wasn't her cousin, but me. It felt so good. When I woke up, I found myself half-wet—I 　　had my first wet dream! After this sexual awakening, I started to pay attention to women, and I no longer felt averse . Looking closely, she was actually quite nice, with a cute little face. 　　Some people say that twenty-year-old men choose women based on their looks, thirty-year-old men like to look at breasts, and forty-year-old men like to look at buttocks. 　　At that time, I was based on looks, and Li Hong's face was probably the best in her class. 　　In the second semester of my first year of junior high, a girl in my class liked me and wrote to me saying she wanted to be my "little sister." Back then, " brother and sister" basically meant boyfriend and girlfriend. I wasn't really interested in her, even though I'd been influenced by some books, haha. 　　Actually, I truly rejected her after a labor class. We were weeding the school's vegetable garden, and when she bent down to dig, I saw her breasts. They were definitely not a woman's breasts; there were no curves, and the nipples were smaller than soybeans. 　　How could that be considered a woman compared to Anna Wintour's cousin?! After labor class, I told her that as students, we should focus on our studies; everything else is secondary. 　　After hearing this, the girl sniffled and walked away. 　　Three years later, during summer vacation after my first year of high school, I saw her wandering the street when I came back from school. Her breasts had transformed into a woman's breasts —truly voluptuous! 　　As I spent more time with Li Hong, she mostly came to see me under the pretense of studying. What touched me was that she somehow found out my birthday and brought me four large eggs wrapped in a pretty handkerchief, with a few rose petals inside. 　　I ate the eggs; the yolks weren't cooked, probably because I was afraid her family would find out. I kept the handkerchief at the bottom of , but one time I saw my dad using it to wipe his nose, as if he had a cold, and I didn't dare say anything. 　　Li Hong's mother was a teacher at the school, and her father was the school's electrician. One of the female English teachers at the school gave Li Hong the key to her dormitory after she went home, asking her to watch over the house. After we became familiar, Li Hong would invite me over on weekends when she went to watch the English teacher's house. 　　The English teacher had an electronic keyboard, and when I went there, Li Hong would get me a glass of water and play the keyboard for me. There weren't many popular songs back then, so listening to the electronic keyboard felt quite novel. 　　One day, we were playing a beautiful piece when the power suddenly went out. We sat there dumbfounded for a few minutes. The power still hadn't come back on, so Li Hong put the keyboard on the table. When she tried to sit back down, she almost fell because of the power outage. Afraid she'd fall, I instinctively reached out and grabbed her hand. After she sat down, I didn't let go, and she didn't pull away either . At that moment, I got bolder and suddenly grabbed her. 　　If there had been power, I wouldn't have dared. It was the darkness that gave me courage. I hugged her and started kissing her face, then her lips. The feeling of our first kiss was wonderful; her lips were soft and comfortable. Anyway, I didn't know anything, so I just kissed her randomly. Her teeth weren't open, and our tongues didn't intertwine.

After we kissed, my hands started to wander, and I began to touch her breasts. She tried to pull my hands away, but I didn't

care and went back to touching them. Her breasts felt full and bouncy.
Later, I tried to reach up from under her clothes, but she desperately held my hands down, preventing

me from getting through. My hands felt Li Hong's smooth skin. I paused for a minute, then, taking advantage of her inattention, I suddenly

moved up and pressed my palm against her breast. Her nipples actually hardened, and her whole body went limp.
She hugged me tightly, and I continued to caress her breasts while kissing her lips.

Of all my girlfriends since then, I've only encountered two with breasts as big as hers, far too big to be covered by one hand. Even in Japanese

adult films, I rarely see breasts that big. It felt so good to grab them, and my penis was incredibly

hard , pressing against my erection. It was so exciting.
Just as I was preparing for the next step, the lights came on…
The lights suddenly came on, and I, used to the dark, couldn't stand the glare.

After a few seconds of adjusting, I realized my hand was still grabbing Li Hong's breasts. Li Hong's face was shyly pressed against my chest.
Without saying a word, I picked Li Hong up and put her on the bed, then impatiently lifted her sweater. After touching her

for a while, I realized that Li Hong was wearing a white tank top underneath. Years later

,

I still wondered why she was wearing a tank top when her breasts were so developed. When I talked about this with a friend, she said that bras weren't so common among junior high school girls in the 80s, and I thought about it and agreed with her.
Lifting Li Hong's sweater, I saw that her white tank top was squeezed out of shape by two bulging mounds. Since I lifted her sweater,

Li Hong didn't dare to look at me anymore, but instead covered her face tightly with her hands. This

posture further emphasized the magnificence of her breasts, and I thought of the idiom our teacher taught us yesterday—"about to burst forth."
I gently lifted Li Hong's vest, revealing a pair of large, white breasts. It was

the first time I had ever seen a girl's breasts, and so close at that. My immediate feeling was summed up in two words:

shock ! I never imagined a woman's breasts could be so beautiful, so large, so white!
Her nipples were small, pink, and her areolas were also a pink ring. Of all the women I've dated since,

none seem to have had breasts larger than Li Hong's. I don't know how her breasts grew, especially since she was only a

first-year junior high school student. I don't have many words to describe her breasts. If you've seen

the TV series *New Jin Ping Mei*, you'll remember Yang Simin, who played Pan Jinlian. Her large, white breasts, like Li Hong's,

are still vivid in my memory; the only difference is that Li Hong's breasts were slightly larger.
The situation at the time was truly unforgettable, especially years later when I saw the scene in "In the Heat of the Sun"

where Xia Yu rapes Ning Jing. Xia Yu tears open Ning Jing's clothes, revealing her large, trembling breasts protruding from her white tank top. My heart

pounded! However, the difference was that I was an educated man, and educated men generally don't engage in rape games!
Looking at those plump, white breasts, I really didn't know where to begin. In a panic, I grabbed Li Hong's breasts with both hands

and kept stroking them, occasionally pinching her small nipples, which were already quite firm.

After a few minutes of this, seeing her strawberry-like nipples, I instinctively opened my mouth to suck. I believe this action is a man's

nature ; anything that looks appetizing will tempt us to eat it, so

I wasn't surprised that I was sucking on Li Hong's nipples.
As I sucked, Li Hong's breathing became rapid, and she occasionally moaned, "Mmm, mmm." She changed from covering her face with her hands to

holding my head, and in her haste, she even pressed my head down forcefully.
My lust was also surging, and my right hand reached down to find her panties... Holy crap! She was actually tied up with a belt! When I tried to free

my left hand to untie it, Li Hong held onto it tightly, refusing to let me. Eventually

, I got tired and didn't insist. Li Hong slowly pulled her vest and sweater up to her waist, blushing, and said to me, "

Dongdong , I didn't realize you were such a bad guy!"
"Hehe!" I didn't know what to say, so I just laughed. The school's bedtime bell rang, and she

slowly pushed me out the door, kissed me, and then closed the door with a grin.
On the way back to the dorm, I noticed my penis felt cold; I guessed I'd ejaculated quite a bit. Anyway

, I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, my mind constantly filled with images of Li Hong's large, white breasts.

When I woke up the next day, I realized I'd had a wet dream again.
I couldn't really say how big Li Hong's breasts were, because I had

no concept of A, B, C, D sizes; I only knew they were similar to certain actresses. After that, I never had the chance

to practice . The reason was that final exams were approaching, and the English teacher wanted the students to focus on reviewing

so they wouldn't be staying at home anymore. Li Hong also didn't have to help the teacher watch the house, so we naturally didn't have the chance.
It was one thing that I didn't have a chance to be with Li Hong because of the exams, but what happened afterward was unacceptable to me.
After the exams, winter vacation started. For us teenagers, the Lunar New Year should have been a very

happy time – good food, fun, and lucky money! Now that I'm older, I have to buy

New Year's goods for my family every year, and of course, I get lucky money from my older brother and sister-in-law's children too. Being a kid is great! I really don't want to grow up. (

Some people say that if you don't grow up, you can't have sex with women, right? If you're older

, you can have younger ones! I did a lot of that when I was little, playing house with my peers. That was childish sex, but I won't go into details, the moderator will kill me, hehe.)
Although it was winter vacation, I missed Li Hong terribly, especially her big breasts.

So, the day before school started, I couldn't wait to go to school to register. After registering, Li Hong, whom I was so eager to see

, seemed to have vanished, never to be seen again. It wasn't until several days later that I received a letter from her. In it, she said her parents had

transferred her to another school because the college entrance rate at my current school was low, and she mentioned

missing me. Seeing this letter, I knew my Li Hong was gone. Farewell, my dear Li Hong!
My school life after the second year of junior high was rather uneventful. My studies were passable, except for failing English. Then ,

in the first semester of my third year, a beautiful English teacher in her twenties came to teach our class. Her surname was Long, she was slender,

and her face resembled a celebrity. For some reason, I suddenly became interested in English, and I actually passed the midterm exam!

And on the high school entrance exam, I scored 95 points, exceeding the cutoff score for top high schools by three points.
Often, small things in life can change one's destiny. If that female teacher hadn't come, I would still be...

You can't get into a top-tier middle school by attending a second-rate junior high. Of course, I also think learning anything isn't difficult; the key is whether you're

interested. Once you're interested, learning becomes easier. I wonder if anyone else feels the same way. In my
dreams, besides my big breasts appearing in red, there's also Teacher Long's naked body. Whether it's Li Hong or Teacher Long, the result

is the same—washing underwear in the morning!
During the time I was separated from Li Hong, we exchanged several letters each semester, expressing our

longing for each other. I always wanted to find something to do to distract myself. To make matters worse, in the second semester of my second

year of junior high, Xiao Guitou was imprisoned for breaking into a house and stealing a large amount of money. Once Xiao Guitou went to jail, my spiritual

nourishment was cut off.
For Xiao Guitou, the prison was practically his home. A few years after his release, he

was sentenced to more than ten years for trafficking local women to Hebei. A few days ago, I heard from a friend that he only has a little over a year left before his release.
A man in his thirties, yet he's spent most of his time in prison. If it were an ordinary person, it wouldn't be so bad,

but for someone who started having female classmates masturbate him in elementary school, I imagine life in jail must be awful

. If there were internet access in there, I think I would definitely tell him about a website: oursm.com.

With that website, he could masturbate until dawn without any problem.
After the middle school entrance exam, I planned to go to high school and have a great time, but my parents' ideas were completely unexpected.
I got into a famous key high school in the city. It was famous because of its high college entrance rate, but at the same time,

there were quite a few delinquents there. Fights were common, and there were even incidents of people being stabbed in the gut

.
My kind parents, especially my father—the kind of person who would drag me home even if there was a fight across the street—

naturally had a lot of concerns about this school. So, after discussing it, they solemnly told me, "Dongdong, you should go to

high school in the county town!"
My parents' idea was good, of course, but my carefree life officially began...
Coming from the city to the county town, to a strange place, I was a little unaccustomed to it. Fortunately, everyone

was young , an age where it's easy to get along, so we became friends not long after school started.
The school I entered was through my mother's connections. It was the only key high school in the county, and those who could get

in were either very good students who entered directly from their hometowns,

or they got in through connections, connections, or wealthy families. My mother's classmate's husband was the principal of the school, so it wasn't too difficult for me to

get .
Because some students were from wealthy families, their clothing

was comparable , and many were quite attractive. On the first day of school, there were over 2,000 students, which dazzled me. My

initial frustration at not being able to study in the city vanished.
The next day, following the teacher's instructions, I found our classroom, 924. It was a row

of single-story buildings connected to several other classrooms. Entering, I was shocked – a sea of black, at least a hundred people.
It was the first time I'd ever seen so many people in a class. Later, I heard that the other four classes in the same grade had over 50

students per class, and because our classroom was large, they had more students in our class.
Having more people was great! Our class had three soccer teams, plus a girls' soccer team, making four

soccer teams in one class. Disappointingly, I couldn't even make it onto the third team because I hadn't played soccer in junior high. In this

soccer-loving atmosphere, I started to like soccer and slowly learned to play with them.
Perhaps it was my interest in football, coupled with my good physical condition, that led me to the third team after two months

. After a month on the third team, I was promoted to the first team.
In my first year of high school, my 100-meter dash time was 12 seconds. Out of the 50-odd boys in my class, none were faster than me.

Being wasn't the main thing, but my endurance was also the best in the class. In the 3000-meter test, I could

leave the second-place runner a full lap behind.
That means after I finished the 3000 meters, the best runners were still only at the 2600-meter mark. Even after finishing,

my face wasn't flushed, but my heart was still a little racing. Haha, but compared to those guys who lay on the ground pale and dead after running,

I was pretty good.
Based on these two points alone, I started to become a starter on the first team. Although my footwork was a bit rough for someone who had only recently started playing

football , my inexhaustible stamina and lightning speed meant I could score one or

two goals per game.
The sports atmosphere in our class was incredibly strong. Many girls would watch from the sidelines during our matches, and

the moment I scored, I could hear countless screams from them. Because of my outstanding performance in sports, I

became a minor celebrity in the class.
1992 was an unforgettable year for me. With the reform and opening up, the economy flourished, and all

sorts of things followed suit. Some

people using the names of Wolong Sheng, Jin Yong (or changing their names to Jin Kang to confuse readers) wrote pornographic books. These books flooded the streets and alleys, and poisoned the minds of excellent

young people like me (a little self-praise, hehe).
I believe those born in the 1970s still remember the appearance of these pornographic books, right? Although the titles were

martial arts , or the content was martial arts, the sexual descriptions inside still made my penis

incredibly aroused! The descriptions of lovemaking in the books often ran for more than ten pages, which we found incredibly exciting.
These novels from 1992 likely had a significant influence on the martial arts/erotic novels circulating online today. I

've read some and found them quite similar to these novels in many ways; of course, I'm not saying they plagiarized.
Speaking of which, let me mention one type of person I despise: those who tear up books! Back in 1992,

when I rented books from the bookstore and was about to enjoy them with a flashlight, I often found

pages missing from the parts describing sex scenes, the torn marks clearly visible.
At that moment, I was furious, wanting to immediately grab a flashlight, find the

culprit, and rape his mother to vent my lust aroused by the book.
Of course, that's the point; a promising young man like me wouldn't act impulsively. However, every

time I went to the bookstore afterward, I would tell the owner to carefully check the returned books to prevent them from being torn.
Several times, the owner would watch me leave and say, "What a good comrade who cherishes books!"
There's a reason I said earlier that erotic novels were everywhere. I remember one day I went to the cafeteria to get food...

A student complained to the cafeteria lady that there wasn't enough food and asked for more. The cafeteria lady pointed at the student with her ladle and said,

"You're really hungry, as hungry as Wolong Sheng!" (We pronounce "hungry" as "wo" here). Even the cafeteria lady knew Wolong Sheng well,

which shows how many people talked about pornography.
Another reason 1992 is so unforgettable is that Category III films started being secretly shown in the video room of this county.
I also began to shift from written descriptions to visual performances. Although they were Category III films, they were extraordinary for me, someone just getting into

this kind of stuff. Beautiful breasts often swayed before my eyes, and the cries of ecstasy and despair

fueled my fantasies.
In the summer of 1992, I also experienced a qualitative leap, transitioning from nocturnal emissions to masturbation. Oh, my dissolute years!
Recently, an unidentified creature flew by! ... "Smack!" It hit me!
Before I started masturbating, I didn't know what masturbation was. Seeing adult films and reading pornographic books written by someone impersonating Lao

Wo made me feel a burning desire. Back then, I didn't even know what a prostitute was, let alone that such

a profession existed. This shows that the ancient saying "human nature is inherently good" is probably true.
My masturbation was probably unintentional, or perhaps an instinct.
On the weekend, I borrowed another set of Lao Wo's "good books" from the bookstore and lay in bed to slowly enjoy them.

When I got to the climax part (of course, the climax of a fight)
, my penis became very engorged and painfully erect. As I read, I gently stroked my penis while turning the pages.

The touch it feel good and relieved the pressure. I'd experienced this before—studying while

touching my penis, then stopping after finishing the book.
But today was different. When I stroked my penis, I made a barrel shape with my hand and moved it up and down. The

feeling was something I'd never experienced before.
At this point, I had already tossed the book aside, recalling the seductive scenes in it

. Suddenly, I felt an urge to urinate; my mind went blank, a burning sensation rose in my lower abdomen, and my heart

raced . A few seconds later, my penis spurted out a stream of white liquid, like thick milk, and I felt like I

was floating on clouds.
I really didn't expect masturbating to have this effect. Before this, I had never heard anyone talk about masturbation

, nor had I seen any descriptions of male masturbation in books. Like I said before, my masturbation came unintentionally

; perhaps it was just an instinct.
Since that first time, I masturbated almost daily (the feeling was incredibly pleasurable; I was later

surprised that my body could handle it so much, probably because I was young and healthy).
My longing for women also became obsessive. In class, I would often cover my face with a book while

my eyes constantly scanned the female classmates' breasts.
Sometimes I thought, how wonderful it would be if the hand stroking my penis became a woman's vagina.
A month later, my fantasy almost became a reality.
In the previous post, I told everyone that I had joined the first football team. I got along quite well with everyone on the team.

Generally speaking I have an extroverted personality, and extroverts make friends easily. (Moreover, I personally think

that people who play football are generally more cheerful. I don't know if you agree with me, but at least that's how it seems to me, and

at least that's how most football players are.) After being on the first team for about a month, I started to get along

quite well with a few people on the team.
These people basically went directly from junior high to senior high school from this school. Chen Hai,

the son , is quite young but has a bushy beard, making him look mature beyond his years. His nickname is Chen Bozi (I still

don't understand what Bozi means in the local area. Just to clarify, most of these people's names are not their real

names, but these people are indeed real and definitely exist).
Ji Xiaohu, whose father is the head of a police station in town, is nicknamed Widow (I don't understand why a man is called Widow

). Then there's Cui Jian, whose father is said to be in the Discipline Inspection Commission, and his nickname is Chicken.
I'd heard people say that many students at this school had connections, and now I believe it. I also understand

the saying "birds of a feather flock together."
These few guys were pretty arrogant in class, and many were afraid of them. But they were alright with me. My uncle

invited me to his birthday party, so I attended my first gathering since high school.
Our school is next to the county park, and the back gate leads directly to the artificial hill in the park.

Students from our school can enter the park without going through the main gate. For a while, there were rumors that several female students went to

the county hospital for abortions, and I think this park has a lot to do with it. Nestled against the mountain and by the water, the darkest places are never

brightly lit —what a perfect spot for sex!
My uncle's birthday party was in a pavilion halfway up the hill in the park. When I arrived, there were already

several people there.
My uncle introduced them to me one by one. Several of the boys were from other classes in the same grade. There was one I absolutely had to

tell : Qin Shan from Class 923. He wore glasses, looked a lot like Zhang Yusheng, and wasn't very tall. His nickname was "Short

B." The reason I'm introducing him is that, besides his father being the deputy mayor in charge of finance (not the deputy county

head ), he's also a smart guy. Like the chick mentioned above, he's a bit like a strategist.
Five girls came with him, one of whom was Bozi's girlfriend, a very beautiful woman named Zhang Wenqi.

It's worth mentioning that while Zhang Wenqi was beautiful, she was naive and childish,

often acting in ways that were unbearable and sometimes arousing. For example, if someone joked with her and a female classmate pinched her

ear, she would exaggerate and scream "Ah, ouch!"—the same kind of scream I heard years later from Japanese AV

actresses being raped and saying "Yamadai, yamadai (No!)." It was enough to get anyone's penis erect,

and even as someone who had seen adult films, I couldn't resist. It was practically the same as moaning during sex.
Hearing her screams, I often thought that if I made love to Zhang Wenqi, her moans would be incredibly beautiful.
Two of Zhang Wenqi's female classmates also came with her; they later ended up in our class when we were divided into arts and sciences tracks

. I'll introduce them later.
The remaining two girls were in their final year of junior high. They were the boy's adopted sisters. One was rather plain-looking; her name was

Zhang Ping , and she was as ordinary as her name. The other had dimples and a very cute smile; she had a round face and

very nice skin. When the boy introduced her, she wouldn't let him say her name, telling everyone to just call her "Egg Girl." Heh.

Heh, that's a cute name.
The birthday party was quite fun; everyone drank together. Egg Girl had a pretty good alcohol tolerance, always challenging this person to

a drinking contest. Because we weren't very familiar with each other, I usually keep to myself and don't talk much in the presence of strangers

, so I come across as honest and quiet.
Egg Girl kept glancing at me while drinking with others. Looks like she's planning to cause me trouble! Just as Egg

Girl was walking towards me with her drink, someone rushed into the pavilion from the foot of the mountain and

whispered something to Bozi. Bozi's expression slowly changed.
Speaking of the strategist, there's actually a gang within Bozi's group—not the mafia, of course, but

basically composed of the sons of some powerful and wealthy people in the county and town.

They're quite arrogant at school, beating up anyone they don't like. Many people are afraid to mess with them, and Bozi and his group have offended quite a few people.

Today, hearing that Bozi was having a birthday party in the park, they gathered some people to cause him trouble. The person who came just now

was someone close to Bozi who came to warn him.
Bozi was the leader of this group. Since he hadn't brought any weapons, he frowned and told me to take five girls

back to school via a side path while he took the other guys to scout ahead. If they couldn't win, they could run. Perhaps thinking I

wasn't familiar with the other group, the task of leading the women first fell to me.
Zhang Wenqi led the girls ahead, and I was at the back. Ahead of me was Egg Girl. Although the light was

dim , I could still see Egg Girl's firm buttocks jiggling slightly as she ran. I was surprised that I

could still be admiring a woman's buttocks in this tense situation.
Just as I was lost in thought, Egg Girl suddenly kicked a small stone, lost her balance, and

fell forward. I reacted quickly, rushing over and catching her! Oh no!
At that moment, I felt something soft in my hands—two bulging things. I instinctively let go.

Egg Girl regained her balance, blushed, glanced at me, and ran off to catch the others. I

jogged after her.
We arrived at school quickly, and the female students went back to their dormitories. Because they were all staying out of the dorm,

I went back to sleep after not getting any news from them.
I guess the tension subsided quickly, and I fell asleep soon after. In my sleep, I felt like I kept grabbing two soft, squishy things.

When I woke up in the morning, I found some marks on the front of my underwear, and the yellowish spots had hardened into lumps.

Experience told me I had had a nocturnal emission again
. During class, my friend told me he hadn't run into those people. Around noon, Zhang Ping, that ordinary-named,

ordinary- person, brought me a letter. It was from Egg Girl, who clearly stated she wanted to be my girlfriend

and asked for an answer that evening.
This girl is bolder than anyone in the city! After lunch, I went back to my dorm for a nap, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Staring at the mosquitoes outside, desperately trying to get into my mosquito net and suck my blood, I kept thinking, should I say yes or

no ?
After receiving Egg Girl's "love letter," I didn't sleep well during my lunch break. Just as I was starting

to feel sleepy, I heard the alarm clock ring. I kept spacing out during class in the afternoon. When the teacher asked

a question, I didn't even react, just uttered "Huh?" The whole class burst into laughter, and I wanted to disappear.
After class, Chen Bozi, the widow, and Chick noticed I was preoccupied and asked what was wrong. Since we were all so close, I

told them about Egg Girl writing me a love letter. They all got excited, shouting, "Go for it!

Go for it!" They seemed to thrive on chaos.
Actually, it wasn't that I didn't want to, but I had some reservations. First, I hadn't forgotten Li Hong and

thought about her from time to time. Second, I wanted to get into a top university and didn't want relationships to affect me. The latter was what

worried me most. Since my parents used connections to get me into this school, how could I not study hard

and let them down?
When Chen Bozi and the others heard me worried about it interfering with my studies, they told me to just be happy together and not worry about

relationships. (Damn, this feels like prostitution. What's the point of this kind of thing if there's no feeling?

And Egg Girl is supposed to be his god-sister, having a brother like this is just... #￥%%…………)
Forget it, I'll make up my mind myself. My studies are more important. I'll just explain things to her. Ignoring those guys who were

trying to find excuses for me to "sleep" with Egg Girl, I went to class.
In the afternoon, I got food from the cafeteria and left it in my dorm without eating. Instead, I went to the soccer field and played for an hour to release some of my

excess energy. After showering and eating, I checked my watch again. It was almost time to meet Egg Girl, so I hurried

to the park next to the school.
When I arrived at the agreed-upon spot, Egg Girl was already there, wearing a white t-shirt, her breasts barely concealed, and

jeans tightly hugging her bouncy little butt. Seeing this, I couldn't help but swallow. (Damn,

why is he getting lustful again after rejecting me?)
Seeing me, Egg Girl's round face lit up with a loving smile. "Ahem..." I cleared my throat and

stated bluntly that I couldn't date because of my studies. Hearing this, her

eyes reddened, then tears welled up and finally spilled. This girl

cries so easily!
I panic whenever a girl cries; I can't stand seeing women cry. Later in life, I've

done many things I didn't want to do because of women's tears. Now I realize I'm not cut out to be a communist. If

I were arrested for my revolutionary cause, and the enemy sent a female spy to cry in front of me, I think I'd

confess to anything. Sigh, too soft-hearted.
Anyway! Seeing Egg Girl cry made me flustered. I offered her she could be my sister, but

she refused, saying she had enough brothers. I subconsciously looked around. Luckily, it was getting dark, and the

place was secluded. However, in the distance, a couple was embracing. I don't know if it's from reading too many erotic books

or what, but my eyesight is getting worse. The couple in the distance saw me watching them and actually started kissing

! Damn! A protest?!
"Well... let's be boyfriend and girlfriend for now." Seeing the tears streaming down her face and threatening to spill over, I

had no choice but to give in. The moment I finished speaking, her tear-streaked face broke into a smile (a woman whose mood changes faster than flipping through a book).
Egg Girl hastily wiped her tears away, then grabbed my arm, acting like my girlfriend.
She really got into character quickly.
"Let's go somewhere else, Dongdong, someone's watching us," Egg Girl whispered in my ear. Who

's so bold?!
As Egg Girl and I walked away, we passed by that couple, and those two immediately started kissing again

. I looked closely and realized it was Chick and Dwarf. The two of them, one tall and one short, really did look alike. Chick

thought I hadn't noticed them yet, so he grabbed Dwarf's head and pretended to kiss him. Although their lips didn't touch, it looked

really realistic. If Egg Girl hadn't noticed, I, with my nearsightedness, wouldn't have known.
While they weren't looking, Egg Girl and I ran to a secluded spot. Several minutes passed, and they didn't come looking for us

. I guess they couldn't find us.
"Do you know what they were doing just now?"
"No." When Egg Girl asked me, I pretended to be clueless.
"They were kissing, do you understand?"
"I don't understand." I pretended, hehe. Of course, I couldn't tell her I understood.
"If you don't understand, I'll teach you, Dongdong." As soon as she finished speaking, her little mouth kissed mine. Wow,

a hot girl is a hot girl.
The moment her soft little mouth touched mine, a tiny tongue slipped inside, teasing and roaming. Seeing how

uninhibited , I didn't hold back either. One hand reached for her breast; even through her bra and t-shirt,

it felt so good, so bouncy.
Not satisfied with just touching it from the outside, I slipped my hand inside her t-shirt, through her bra, and grabbed her breast. The instant

I grasped it , Egg Girl went limp; she would have

fallen to the ground if I hadn't been holding her tightly with my other hand.
Her sucking became even stronger, her hands stroking my back. Seeing her aroused state, I guessed

her breasts were one of her erogenous zones. I left her mouth and lowered my head to peck at her nipple.

Sure enough , she became even more excited, clinging to me tightly, her face flushed, her eyes closed. When I

teased her nipple with my tongue, occasionally sucking hard, she couldn't help but moan softly. One of her little hands, however, was

restless , reaching for my penis.
My little brother was already rock hard, and I only felt a little

relief . I continued sucking on her nipples, and Egg Girl couldn't hold back any longer. She unzipped my pants and

pulled down my underwear, and my penis sprang out.
"It's so big!" Egg Girl grabbed it lovingly and kept stroking it. Only then did I realize that

the feeling of a woman touching my penis was completely different from masturbating. One word: amazing. Two words: so amazing. Three… It seems that
today's football game didn't take much of my energy. Egg Girl's little hands were making me incredibly excited. I

kissed her little mouth and subconsciously pressed her head, wanting her to give me a blowjob. When Egg Girl saw me press

her head, she obediently squatted down and opened her mouth to take my glans in. Oh… I still want to say amazing.
Egg Girl's little mouth held my glans and licked my urethral opening with her tongue, and a tingling sensation

came from the glans. Soft lips enveloped my penis, moving up and down. This feeling was something my hands could never bring

.
I couldn't take it anymore! I grabbed Egg Girl and eagerly started unbuttoning her jeans. Just as I got them

off , I heard a voice in the distance: "Where did those two go?" Listening closely

, it sounded like Dwarf's voice. Startled, I quickly buttoned Egg Girl's jeans back up. Egg Girl made a face at me.
Those two bastards, ruining my fun! I won't let them get away with this!
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