[A 15-year-old girl's painful confession]

I'm a ninth-grade student. Everyone around me has always liked me. I'm excellent at writing and was always the class

representative for Chinese. Adults always praised my looks. But when I was in fifth grade, my parents divorced. I live with my mother; my father

went to work elsewhere and sometimes didn't even visit once a year. I became increasingly introverted and insecure,

always wishing I had a good father like my classmates.
After starting junior high, my homeroom teacher enrolled me in the school's dance class, and that's where I found happiness. I
was filled with gratitude for my homeroom teacher's care. Unexpectedly, I later realized they were

the worst . I hate them now; I want them all to die a horrible death. But I always

keep all my bitterness bottled up inside, afraid to tell anyone. I've only talked to a few close online friends. One of them gave

me the website "Huanhuan" (欢欢). Seeing so many people sharing their stories, I couldn't help but want to share mine too,

otherwise I'll go crazy.
There are two teachers in the dance class. One is a handsome guy who graduated two years ago. He's very caring and

always gives me individual coaching. He always held me close, letting me feel his dance moves. Sometimes he'd pinch my buttocks with one hand and

press his other hand against my stomach, sometimes he'd press his backside against mine and make me do twisting movements with him. I was young then,

didn't understand anything, and didn't think anything was wrong. Later, I noticed his hands would sometimes touch my lower abdomen,

my genitals. Sometimes he'd lift me up, sometimes he'd stroke me while doing dance moves. I just

felt that it was quite sensitive there, an indescribable feeling, like he wasn't doing it right, but

I wanted to learn to dance like that, so I didn't object. Sometimes I'd feel something hard pressing against my buttocks,

and he'd keep pressing against it while making me do twisting movements with him, always saying I wasn't doing it well enough. These movements would always last quite

a while, and after we stopped, I'd notice a big wet patch on his genitals. I'd even said, "Teacher, you're sweating so much!"

Looking back, I was so stupid.
One day, he told me he had a really good video tutorial on dancing at home and wanted me to go and learn with him. I

went there like an idiot. The people in the video were dancing weirdly, not like the kind we usually learn. It was two men and one

woman dancing together. He told me to only wear my dance clothes, and he ended up wearing only tight dance pants,

shirtless. I felt really embarrassed, but I didn't say anything, feeling like the teacher was really caring and giving me

extra lessons. He told me to follow the moves in the video, like chest swaying, kneeling, and hip shaking. I noticed his crotch

had gotten much bigger and was sticking out, which I found quite strange.
Later, he started touching my body all over, just like in the video. I slowly started feeling really strange, my face burning

. He told me to close my eyes, and his hand actually pulled down my pants and touched my crotch. I knew this

shouldn't be so I tried to push him away, but he was so strong. He told me not to move and to focus on the rhythm.
Later, I felt something fleshy rubbing against my body. It wasn't a hand, though. I opened my eyes

and was startled. He wasn't wearing anything, and his genitals were hairy and erect

. I was so frightened that I immediately squatted down and hugged my legs.
He was startled too, and he came over and covered my mouth, saying things like, "Don't be afraid..." He said a lot of

things, but I didn't know what to do. I just felt so ashamed and scared. I tried to leave, but he wouldn't let me. He then pushed

me down onto the floor, pinning my hands down with his legs, straddling me

, and rubbing his penis against my face. He even used his hands to slap my face with his hard penis and rubbed it against my mouth. I felt like he had become a different person,

bullying me. I was so angry. He then turned around and pulled down my pants, kissing my body all over, turning me

over and over, kissing and pinching me. I was terrified and could only close my eyes, feeling him tormenting my body.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my lower body. I tried to sit up, but he held me so tightly that I couldn't move. It felt like a

big rod was being inserted into me, slowly drilling in. It hurt terribly. Thankfully, the pain subsided a bit, but I could feel the rod

moving back and forth inside my body. My lower abdomen felt bloated and painful. He held me down so tightly that I couldn't move at all,

gritting my teeth.
Later, he pressed me down against the edge of the bed and penetrated me from behind, making it feel even more

painful and swollen inside… It was a Sunday, and the teacher wouldn't let me leave or put on clothes all afternoon. He

would hold me and let me rest, saying he was tired and wiping my tears, then he would start moving around on me again, pressing me down in

different positions and moving his penis inside me. Finally, he said a lot of things to me,

some cheesy, some apologetic, rambling on and on, telling me not to tell anyone about what happened

that day , otherwise I would be too ashamed to go to school, and so on. He also gave me two hundred yuan, saying it was for

pocket money, and told me not to let any adults see it.
I didn't dislike him, but I felt this kind of thing was a bit shameful, and I was afraid my classmates would find out, so I went home

and pretended nothing had happened, not telling anyone. For a month, I was always afraid when I went to school, always thinking that my classmates

might know. I couldn't concentrate in class, and I didn't dare to go to dance class on weekends, running away whenever I saw the dance teacher

. Later, my homeroom teacher talked to me several times, asking if there was anything wrong at home. I didn't say a word each time.

My homeroom teacher is usually my favorite person; he's in his thirties and cares about me a lot, just like my dad. The last time,

he said if I didn't say anything, he would go to my house to talk to my mom. I'm most afraid of my mom; I feel

she's become very fierce since her divorce from my dad, and she scolds people at the drop of a hat. Finally, I couldn't help but tell my homeroom teacher a little

about the dance teacher, hoping he could help me. He was stunned for a long time after hearing this, staring at me for a long time, which made me feel uneasy.

I didn't know how he would handle me. He asked if I wanted to tell anyone else, and I said I absolutely didn't want anyone else to know,

begging him not to let my mom or my classmates know. He told me to go home first and not to tell anyone

about it, and that he wouldn't tell anyone either. The next day after school, he told me to go to the dance teacher's house,

saying he would help me talk to him. I didn't want to go, but I had no choice but to go.
The homeroom teacher seemed to have called the dance teacher. When we went in, the dance teacher looked terrified,

said a lot of things, and even knelt down before the homeroom teacher. Later, they went to an inner room and talked for about ten minutes. Afterward, the homeroom teacher

called me in, and I saw the dance teacher kneeling on the floor. The homeroom teacher said he needed to discipline him properly and then said something to me. He said

the dance teacher did that because he liked me, and told me not to tell anyone, or else...

Why? He then said he wanted to vent my anger and told me to keep a close eye on things. He turned on the stereo, took off the dance teacher

's belt, made him close the door and stand behind it, then went over and started whipping him with the belt. I heard the dance teacher's pitiful cries, wanting to scream but not

daring , and I started to feel a sense of satisfaction. Then, the homeroom teacher suddenly pulled down his pants, and I saw

the dance teacher's bare buttocks and thighs. The homeroom teacher was whipping his buttocks and even stretched his hand out to touch the dance teacher. I

felt so ashamed seeing this, and I wanted to leave but couldn't, so I turned my head away.
A moment later, when I turned back to look, oh my god, they weren't wearing any clothes. The dance teacher was kneeling on the ground,

sucking the homeroom teacher's penis, and they were both looking at me... I was so scared that I turned away again. My homeroom teacher

talked to me for a long time, saying that only the three of us knew about this, that nothing would happen, that they both liked me, that

they would be good to me, that everything would be alright, that people act this way because they like each other, etc... My

mind went blank, completely blank. When they came over and hugged me, I was just startled at first, not knowing what to do
... In the end, the three of us were naked and hugging each other, and I kept my eyes closed

the whole time oil on my genitals, I think the homeroom teacher went in first, he seemed very careful. This time, I only felt

a little pain down there. The homeroom teacher also used his penis to penetrate the dance teacher, it was all a mess,

and sometimes the dance teacher would penetrate me at the same time, I just stood there dumbfounded. I couldn't describe my feelings or thoughts... Later, the two of them

talked to me for a long time, gave me some money, and then the homeroom teacher sent me out.
I didn't tell anyone about this afterward, and for the first few days, the homeroom teacher seemed quite afraid to see me. Actually, I was more

afraid to see him. More than a week later, he started pretending to care and finding opportunities to talk to me. Later, after I finished my duty

and locked the classroom door late after school, he called me to his office. While we were talking, he started touching and pinching me. He even

went outside to look at me, and when he came back, he pulled down my pants, pinched my butt, touched my genitals, and even put his finger on my vagina

. Finally, he got up and went outside to check again. When he came back, he exposed his genitals, shook them with his hand,

and then suddenly pulled down my pants that I had just pulled up. He pressed my stomach against the desk and inserted his penis into me again.

After only a dozen or so thrusts, he let me go and quickly pulled up both our pants...
After that, I didn't care anymore, and I wasn't so afraid of this kind of thing. I even felt a little excited and comfortable.

I felt that they were especially good to me after this. They gave me a lot of pocket money, cared about me, always praised

me in class, and even promoted me to class monitor. The dance teacher always let me lead the dance. They also took me to some fun

places and took a lot of nice pictures of me. Sometimes I would play with my homeroom teacher, sometimes with my dance teacher,

and sometimes the three of us would play together. Sometimes there was also a very pretty older sister playing with me... But I also know that these things are pretty

shameful, and I can't let my classmates and adults know about them, otherwise I will have no face to live. But it's also painful to keep things to myself,

so I can only talk about it online. I wonder what everyone thinks of my situation. I really want someone

to talk .
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