Beautiful Girl in Spring (Adult Novel Adapted from Anime)

After taking a nice bath and changing into a lively and pretty new dress, I took the tram to the interview venue with full confidence.

According to the combat guidelines posted online, I dressed conservatively, with my skirt hem about five centimeters above the knee, which was similar to the standard uniform skirt length of my senior classmates.

It was the rush hour for going to work and school, and I entered the women's carriage with other sisters and aunts. Although it was crowded, it was reassuring. If I am successfully admitted, I will probably take this carriage every day for the next three years, right?

When I was at the City Hall station, I was pushed to the door by the surging crowd and my skirt was rolled up. The petticoat was torn by one of the sisters and was dragged into a long piece of cloth under the outer skirt. A kind sister volunteered to help me pull the piece of cloth off. The more she pulled, the smoother it became, and she tore off most of the petticoat along the grain.

Fortunately, a kind aunt brought a pair of scissors and helped me cut the hem of my petticoat evenly. If I pulled it tight, it could just barely cover half of my thigh.

Although I felt a little unlucky, the outer skirt was completely fine, which made me feel a lot more at ease. Because I had to trim my petticoat, I missed my seat by several stops and finally arrived at the venue just before the interview started.

Because my name was at the front of the list, I was taken to the classroom without even having time to go to the bathroom. Three male examiners sat behind a long desk, with large electric fans on both sides humming towards them.

Perhaps because they were worried that the candidates might be nervous, the seat I was given was a high chair with a step in front, a bit like the referee's chair on a tennis court. Sitting on it, my thighs were at the same level as their eyes, and the feeling of being above them really made me feel a lot more relaxed.

Because I was feeling a little hot from jogging all the way, I took off my thin sun-protection jacket and unbuttoned a button at the collar. Anyway, from the angle they were facing, they shouldn't be able to see my cleavage.

I still felt a little out of breath, my chest heaving, and I fanned my face with both hands, quietly waiting for the three examiners to ask questions.

I don’t know why, but the three men just stared at me, swallowing their saliva and not saying a word. I suddenly felt very nervous, and the urge to urinate that had just eased suddenly rebounded, making me unable to help but rub my legs slightly and clamp my lower body together to try to resist the coming rain.

The three men didn't move, and the six eyes didn't blink. I don't know what I did wrong, or what I didn't do wrong. She racked her brains to think of something to say, but was too nervous to say anything. She could only continue twisting her legs, fanning her hands, and panting as she waited for the examiner's questioning.

Because the two thighs were constantly rubbing against each other, the skirt that was originally sandwiched between me gradually moved back more and more. I reached out to put the hem of my skirt back, but when I raised my hand I nervously hooked it onto the hem. With a flick of the finger, the outer skirt was lifted up sharply and folded back to reveal the extremely short hem of the petticoat underneath.

I want to cry! The action just now seemed like she was deliberately lifting up her skirt for the examiner to see! My snow-white thighs were completely exposed, and three pairs of eyes were fixed on the bottom of my skirt. I thought they must have seen the kitty cat panties.

Before I passed out, I quickly thought of a solution and said that I was in a hurry and hoped that the examiner would let me go to the dressing room first. Without waiting for their consent, he jumped off the high chair and ran out the door like a flash.

When I was in the bathroom, because my petticoat was too short, I was so nervous that I didn't lift it up high and it accidentally touched the ground. Looking at the tile floor that had been stepped on by countless people, I gritted my teeth, took off my petticoat, wrapped it inside, put it in my bag, and returned to the classroom wearing only my outer skirt.

The teacher in charge outside the door said that the examiner had not called the next person and asked me to go in quickly. I pushed the door open with a red face, turned around and closed it, embarrassed to look at the three examiners.

The powerful fans that had been blowing only at them now started to spin, and the staggered frequency made the papers on the table crackle. I lowered my head and silently climbed onto the high chair, held the hem of my skirt with my back hand, sat down carefully, pulled the hem of my skirt forward with force, and clamped my thighs tightly together.

The examiner in the middle spoke up and said that he had just looked at the materials and my written test results were not very ideal, so I might only be able to be placed on the reserve list. However, they all thought that I was very beautiful, tall, and had a good figure, and asked me if I would like to try out for the special recruitment of the drill corps. I applied for the exam just for the drill team, so I agreed with a smile on my face.

He said that although I was beautiful and had beautiful legs, I would definitely be admitted with high scores, but there were limited places for the special recruitment of the drill corps, and the review items were many and strict, so he asked me to take off the stockings on my legs first.

I was stunned for a moment, then said that I was not wearing stockings and came with bare legs. The three of them didn't believe it at all and asked me to take off my stockings with serious expressions. I was shy and anxious, and wanted to lift up my skirt to show them, but I felt too embarrassed. The electric fan turned around and blew up my skirt. Fortunately, my hands were placed on the edge of my skirt, so my entire thigh was not exposed.

I gritted my teeth, unzipped the side of my skirt, unbuttoned the secret buttons, and exposed a little bit of my waist, hips, and underwear so that they could see that I was indeed not wearing stockings.

The examiner on my right said I might be wearing thigh-high socks and asked me to pull up the hem of my skirt. I put on my skirt, touched my private parts, and pulled the hem of my skirt down to my thighs.

The three examiners stood up and walked over, looking at my skin in disbelief, saying how it was possible for my naked legs to be so white and perfect, they were just like the high-definition pictures of beautiful legs in stockings on the Internet.

The examiner on my left touched my thigh and asked me if I had used that expensive stocking spray. He said my legs were so smooth and delicate that he found it hard to believe that I hadn't used anything.

I felt so wronged and said in a crying voice that I had never worn stockings, never used any spray, and even took a shower before going out, so it was impossible for anything to get on my legs.

The examiner in the middle said that maybe the shower gel I used contained ingredients like stocking spray, and asked me if I liked taking a bath with shower gel. I nodded and said that I really like taking baths and often go to hot springs, but today I was afraid that people would think I had sprayed perfume, so I didn't use shower gel to take a bath.

The examiner on my right said that I clearly sprayed perfume, and it was jasmine scent. I said I didn't wear any perfume at all, I even overstayed my train in the morning, and I was sweating a lot when I ran here.

The examiner wanted to say more but was stopped. The guy next to me said it was probably the virgin's body odor. He said it was normal for a beautiful virgin like me to have body odor. He remembered that there was this bonus item on the form for the drill team's review.

The examiner on my left said that he remembered that the spray could be washed off, and to be on the safe side he should let me wash my legs. If my bare legs were really that perfect, that should give me extra points. He said the office had group-purchased Peluya products, and he went to move them over, asking the other two to wait for him.

While I was waiting, the two examiners kept staring at my legs, which made me feel so embarrassed, but I was too embarrassed to ask them to leave. The examiner on my right suddenly said that he had just noticed that I was wearing another miniskirt underneath and asked me to take off the knee-length skirt outside. He wanted to see how sexy I looked in the marching band skirt.

I said that was a petticoat, which I accidentally got dirty in the toilet and had taken off. He suddenly realized that it was a petticoat, no wonder my skirt was so transparent. He thought I deliberately wore a translucent knee-length skirt over my miniskirt.

He said that although I was very beautiful, it would be better for me to dress conservatively during the interview, otherwise it would be easy for the examiner to misunderstand me as a bad girl who was deliberately wearing revealing clothes to attract attention. He said that my top was so transparent that the pattern on my bra was showing. But now that it’s been dried by the wind, it can’t be seen anymore, so he realized that I didn’t expose my bra on purpose.

I felt so embarrassed when I heard this. No wonder the three examiners just looked at me and didn't say anything at the beginning. I pulled the balled-up petticoat and its scraps from my bag and told them about my unfortunate accident on the tram that morning, letting them know that I was dressed very conservatively.

The examiner in the middle said that they had discussed this when I was not here just now, and they felt that it would be a shame not to accept a girl as beautiful as me into the drill corps. They were particularly impressed by my long legs. Now that they have seen me up close and touched me, they absolutely cannot let me go.

The examiner who was carrying water came back and brought six large boxes of Peiluya on a cart. I pressed the hem of my skirt with my small hands to protect my private parts tightly, and let them pour water and wipe it on my thighs. The rubbing back and forth made me feel so itchy and I wanted to laugh.

The examiner who carried the water said that he remembered that the spray was made of starch and could be dissolved with saliva. As soon as he finished speaking, he licked my thigh with his tongue. I was so scared that I screamed. I wanted to push him away but I didn't dare. I just let him lick me stupidly.

Instead of stopping him, the other two examiners licked him as well. The examiner in the middle pulled me forward, spread my tightly closed legs, and put his head in to lick the inside of my thighs.

I feel so ashamed, so embarrassed, and I want to cry. However, none of the three examiners peeked under my skirt. They licked my legs very attentively and seriously. I couldn't close my legs and could only watch them licking me with red eyes. It was very itchy but I had to cover my mouth and not make any sound...

I was afraid that they would lick my skirt, so I had to pull the hem of my skirt back, almost exposing my underwear. My thighs were covered with saliva from being licked, but they kept licking and licking, and I didn't know when they would stop.

I was so nervous that I soon felt the urge to pee again, but it was not the kind of urine, but a very strange feeling. I suddenly clamped my legs together, which just happened to turn the man's head around. His long tongue was facing the center of my panties and he licked it deeply!

“Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

I screamed in surprise, my legs trembled and clamped involuntarily, and the overwhelming urge to pee rushed out of my virgin little hole like a broken dam!

Suddenly, I passed out.

When I finally woke up, I found myself lying on a bed in the infirmary. The three examiners came over quickly and told me that I had been admitted as a special student of the drill corps with high scores, and that they would arrange for me to be tailored in the afternoon to make a full set of drill corps uniforms, school uniforms, sportswear, and handmade sexy underwear sponsored by well-known brands.

I received the custom-made dress two days before school started. The dress team's skirts were so short that they almost reached their thighs just when they stood straight, and they were easily exposed when they walked. Although the fabric of the pleated skirt looks thick, it is actually as light as a feather and can be lifted up by a gentle blow.

No wonder the admission standards for special students are so strict. If you are not a beautiful girl who is very confident about your long legs, you would never dare to leave the house wearing such a skirt.

The admission notice said that the members of the drill corps could only wear translucent lace sexy underwear made of gauze, so as not to leave underwear marks on their delicate buttocks. The few pieces provided by the manufacturer are all of the coolest and most fabric-saving cuts. Once put on, they will sink deeply into my buttocks, completely revealing my white and tender buttocks. The private area tightly pinches the vagina, and the lace carving looks pure and sexy.

Because I was a special student for the drill corps, all of my school uniform skirts were as ridiculously short as the drill corps skirts, so that I could wear them directly to training after school. If ordinary students join the drill corps, they will also shorten their school uniform skirts.

The sports uniforms for special recruits do not include shorts. Instead, they are replaced by equally short tennis skirts, and leggings are not allowed. We must always be careful to avoid exposing ourselves, otherwise the sexy underwear and seductive private parts under our skirts will be available for boys to enjoy at any time.

I went out early on the first day of school, nervously holding down the hem of my skirt and taking small steps to prevent it from flying up. To save money, the station didn't use the elevator or escalator, so I had to walk up the long stairs step by step, showing my bare thighs and skirt to the group of men following me all the way...

(High school girls nowadays are so well developed) (Such white and beautiful legs, her skirt is so short and her underwear is so sexy, she must have been fucked before) (But she still looks like a virgin, look how tightly she is holding it) (Her face is so innocent, but her uniform skirt is modified so slutty) (It’s almost the same whether she’s wearing underwear or not)

(What a hot girl, hot, sexy and slutty, why didn’t I meet such a sexy girl when I was in high school) (Her waist is so thin, her butt is so perky, and she can twist it so well) (Hey, she’s not wearing stockings! Look carefully, her butt is completely naked) (Is it true? But it looks very shiny and smooth! How can she have such beautiful naked legs? Even more beautiful than those with clothes on!)

The men's whispers were amplified in the air corridor, making me feel so embarrassed. I could only hold my skirt tightly and quicken my pace, running upstairs as if escaping for my life, and hiding in the square in the middle of the platform.

In order to protect female passengers, there is a comprehensive monitoring system in the center of the platform, and the women-only carriage is also parked in this section. But maybe it was because of the hot weather, the grid was filled with water at this moment. Even if I held the fluttering skirt tightly, the men around me could see my extremely sexy and seductive skirt through the reflection in the water.

I was running so hard that I was panting and my towering breasts were heaving up and down. For a moment I even forgot to cover the view under my skirt. The train roared into the station and brought with it a strong wind, which lifted up my miniskirt suddenly, completely exposing my snow-white, crystal-clear buttocks and long legs. I was so flustered that I almost dropped my schoolbag on the wet ground.

The train stopped and the doors opened. My face flushed and I walked in with my head down, but suddenly I found that a large number of men followed me in and crowded around me. There were also two bastards squatting under my skirt, with their heads raised and drooling, pretending to tie their shoelaces with their hands.

This, this, this...is not a women-only carriage!

I screamed, pulled my schoolbag and squeezed towards the door, allowing the men's big hands to touch my breasts, my slender waist, my buttocks, my thighs... I finally managed to escape back to the platform before the door closed.

Although the next bus would arrive soon, the few short minutes felt like several hours to me. The number of men surrounding me and staring at me did not decrease at all. In fact, they gathered more and more as the escalator started.

There were no women-only carriages for several buses in a row, and I stood there stupidly in the middle of the water mirror, showing off my beautiful and attractive young body, listening to the obscene comments and praises from the men. I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to bury myself in my schoolbag.

(She is the captain of the parade, right? She must be the captain with such beautiful legs) (She is a freshman, right? I have never seen her before. I heard that there is a special student in the parade this year who is very beautiful and sexy. Is she the one?) (She should be? I get hard just by looking at her face. Then I see her breasts... those two white thighs... Tsk tsk tsk tsk...)

(Her boobs are also big, it seems like they are not cushioned by dumplings!) (That thin waist... wow, it must be very sexy when she twists it!) (Do all high school girls dress like this now?) (Her underwear can't even cover her buttocks...) (Ah? She is wearing underwear? Why can't I see it... Why is her skirt so short? Is she deliberately trying to seduce men?)

I finally got on the bus and got off the bus near the school. Looking around, I saw new classmates and senior students, which made me even more nervous. Their skirts are all so damn long ahh ...

Well, of course, not all of them are very long. I saw many senior girls showing almost half of their thighs, and I also saw a senior girl from the drill corps wearing a very short skirt. When I saw her from afar, I felt relieved. I quickened my pace and followed her, wanting to enter the school gate with her.

There was a male instructor checking skirt lengths at the school gate. Those senior students who showed half of their thighs were able to enter smoothly, which made me feel a lot more at ease. As they approached the school gate, the senior student from the drill corps said good morning to the instructor and went in. I was about to follow but was immediately stopped by a whistle. The instructor asked me angrily why I wore stockings to school.

I cried and said I was a freshman in the drill corps and I was not wearing stockings. The instructor didn't believe it at all. He said that I could obviously see that I was wearing stockings, otherwise how could my legs be so white, so perfect, and so beautiful. He said that although members of the drill corps can wear miniskirts, they cannot wear stockings, and that this is a serious violation of school rules.

He called back the drill corps senior in front and asked her to take me to the instructor's office. I cried and told the senior that I was not wearing stockings, but she said that using stocking spray would not work, and told me to honestly admit my mistake to the instructor and wash the spray off my legs and everything would be fine. She said that for a stunningly beautiful girl like me, everything would be OK as long as I begged the male instructor in a soft voice and acted a little coquettishly.

As soon as the senior student left, the instructor came in. He locked the door and knelt under my skirt, saying he wanted to lick it to make sure I really didn't use the spray.

I obediently took off my shoes and socks, sat on the sofa, and let the instructor lick my legs carefully inch by inch. While licking me, he praised me for being so beautiful and having a sexy body. My face was so pure, my skin was so crystal smooth, and my curvy body didn't look like that of a green freshman in high school.

He licked higher and higher. I was afraid that my skirt would be licked, so I lifted the hem of my skirt and tucked it into my private parts to cover my underwear, revealing two flawless white long legs.

He licked so carefully and seriously, licking both of my legs over and over again. He said that I really didn't use the spray and he had wronged me. He brought me a few bottles of Perluya and skin softening wipes, scrubbed my legs clean, and then let me go back to class.

There are a dozen or so beautiful special admissions students in the class, but their skirts are not as short as mine. Because I was the tallest, I was temporarily transferred to the front of the line. Only after the line was completed was I taken to the auditorium for the opening ceremony.

We, the special admissions students, were all seated in the first row, and once we sat down our entire thighs were almost exposed, and it was useless no matter how we pulled our skirts. The male teacher in charge of photography was squatting in front, so we could only try our best to squeeze our legs together and straighten our skirts so as not to let the hateful pervert take too many pictures of our skirts.

When the key points of school rules were being explained, we special recruits were brought to the stage. The instructor said that only members of the drill corps could wear miniskirts to school, and the shortest skirts for other female students could only be five centimeters above the knees. Of course, it is impossible to form a marching band relying solely on specially recruited students. The school uses this to attract female students and increase their motivation to join the marching band.

Many girls saw my crystal clear long legs in the audience and mistakenly thought that members of the drill corps could wear stockings. The enthusiasm for signing up made the drill corps instructor very happy.

As the days passed, as every instructor licked my legs, all the teachers and students in the school knew that my bare legs were white, smooth and beautiful. Although no one questioned my use of stocking spray anymore, the instructors still had to lick my legs every day for a careful inspection. When the inspector came that time, they even asked him to lick my legs himself to prove that I really did not secretly use spray stockings.

Because it takes a lot of time to lick it once, I have to go out early every day, catch the earliest women-only carriage, and when I get to school, I will lie down in the instructor's room, take off my shoes and socks, and wait for the instructor on duty that day. In addition to the instructors, many male teachers would also participate in the inspections. Later, there were four or five people queuing up to lick me almost every day, which prevented me from taking the small exams in the morning self-study.

The male teachers always licked higher and higher, and enjoyed it more and more, often licking my transparent gauze panties, making me unable to hold back my honey juice and unable to control my desire, letting them enjoy my charming body to their heart's content. Because I squirt several times a day, in addition to spare underwear, I also put an extra skirt in my schoolbag. It’s thin and short and doesn’t take up much space.

The inspector loves our drill corps and comes to watch us practice every day after get off work. He especially liked to lick my long legs that were covered in sweat after practice. He would always lick them for a long time and was reluctant to wash them, causing me to often miss the women's carriage in the evening.

My beautiful legs and the view under my skirt were listed as one of the top ten scenic spots in the city by a very famous pervert website. After many people who were obsessed with flesh-colored stockings followed me and admired my beautiful legs, they changed their ways and became obsessed with bare legs, which led to quite a war in several stockings forums.

Every day she wears the most figure-flattering uniform top, showing off her towering breasts; she wears a super short and super sexy pleated skirt, revealing her extremely tempting white buttocks and long legs, as well as her always wet pussy.

I gradually got used to it, gradually adapted to it, and even started to like the feeling of being watched by men.

Although I still walked in small steps and stroked the hem of my skirt like before, it was because I wanted to walk very slowly, so that the man behind me would have a chance to catch up, so that the pervert in the distance would have time to rush over, and so that the pervert on the opposite side would not have to risk his life by running a red light, crossing the road and jumping over obstacles to run over...

The time I spend walking from home to the station every day has doubled, so that my admirers can appreciate, secretly photograph and record my tender, white and crystal naked legs. The holy war in the forum has continued to escalate, and the arguments between the two sides have become more and more fierce.

Because I got up early, the long escalator in the station was always still. My admirers call it the Stairway to Heaven, and they wait for the goddess to come every day. On the few occasions when I overslept, the station attendant would deliberately not start the elevator and would not start it until I climbed onto the platform, panting.

Although I kind of like being watched, I'm more protective of my skirt than before. Because my pussy is always wet before I go out, if there is a lot of movement, the thin panties will soon be soaked.

There were always so many men following me that I never had a chance to change out of my wet panties. I just came out of the house. I can't change my underwear in the station bathroom every day, right? Besides, they have already recorded my underwear patterns, so if I change my underwear, they will definitely find out immediately...

The center of the platform at the tram station is always covered with water. The sexy view under my skirt is the best stimulant for the staff on duty. They can forget to dispatch vehicles and start the escalator, but they will never forget to stand next to the grid at the right time every day to watch my charming beauty swaying in the wind in my miniskirt and my beautiful figure in the mirror.

During the two years I served as the captain of the marching band, we won all competitions at home and abroad. However, because the teaching progress of the drill team class was seriously behind, I did not have enough time to catch up on the courses before applying to my first choice university.

I failed the written test and didn't receive any interview notification. I was feeling depressed, so I agreed to a photo shoot at a professional photography forum to change my mood and prepare for the next written test at a key university.

There were a lot of people on the day of the event. Although I was the only model, there were four tour buses filled with photographers, and a bunch of people were driving their own cars. The webmaster said that the website was overwhelmed because of too many people signing up. Finally, from the records before the crash, it was found that these hundreds of people all clicked in the first second.

Because I asked two male teachers to protect me, the whole morning went smoothly. At noon, the webmaster returned the phone to the photographer. As a result, everyone's phone was filled with a bunch of missed calls and text messages, saying that I had to go back quickly to take the oral exam at the university. The pinned posts on the forum were overwhelmed with comments.

I opened my phone and called back, only to find out that the university had been looking for me. I said I thought I had failed the exam and it might be too late if I went back. They said it was okay, that the three interviewers were all my supporters and were willing to wait for me. They told me to be careful and take my time, and not to rush. If I could miss the interview, I could schedule another interview for another day until I was free.

I felt embarrassed for the netizens and wanted to stay and let those who hadn’t taken their turn to film. Unexpectedly, everyone was very considerate of me and urged me to go back for the interview as soon as possible. Some people even started their cars to help me clear the way.

With four tour buses securing the space and the escort of the convoy, the return journey was fast and safe, but I feel very sorry for the other road users.

Before the regular interview was over, I arrived at school wearing the cosplay costume I wore for the photo shoot. The secretary said there were a lot of people waiting and asked me to go in directly. Because she kept urging me, I was pushed into the conference room without even having time to change my clothes.

I thought there would be a lot of people, but there were only three male examiners and a camera. They said that actually a lot of people wanted to come, but they were afraid that I would be scared and behave abnormally, so they decided to use video conferencing on the spur of the moment.

They first apologized to me and said that the lack of communication was the school’s fault and they would try their best to compensate me in this regard. The school has arranged a small concert hall for the photography session. If my friends and I are willing, we can continue filming there.

The webmaster was very happy when he received the call and said that he would stay with the netizens who were willing to take studio photos and asked me to relax and have a good interview. The cheers from netizens made the phone pop. I ended the call with a red face, held up my skirt with both hands, and waited quietly for questions.

The examiner in the middle started talking about the revealing yet sexy cosplay costume I was wearing, saying that he was so touched when he saw me come in, and that it was like the goddess in his mind had walked out of a comic book.

The examiners on both sides were obviously shocked. They turned around and said that they didn't expect Professor Zhang also liked to read Mr. Hexia's comics. Professor Zhang said that they both remembered it wrong, it was Teacher Ruyue, not Teacher Hexia.

The examiner on the left spoke frankly and said that Kawashita-sensei's work was the original, and Kisaragi-sensei's was a fan-made H version. The examiner on the right looked embarrassed and paused for a long time before saying that there are actually self-regulated censored versions on the Internet that are not necessarily restricted for 18s or above.

Professor Zhang coughed and asked me if I usually read comics and if I knew what character I was cosplaying.

I said that I was usually busy with studies and drill practice, and rarely read comics. Today is my first time attending a netizen meeting and a photo session, and I don’t know who I will be playing. I was afraid that they would think I was a casual girl, so I added that I had asked two high school male teachers to accompany me. The netizens were also very polite and abided by the rules. Everyone took turns taking photos according to the order of the draw.

The examiner on the right said that he actually registered, but the website crashed as soon as he clicked on it. Later, when he found out that I was on the oral interview list, he thought it was a contact error on the website's part, but he didn't expect it was actually the school's fault.

The examiner on the left said that he had registered and was accepted, but he also thought that I would come for the interview, and he thought the website would find another model temporarily. The examiner in the middle asked if he could join my photography session later, but he only had a point-and-shoot camera and a camera phone, and he was afraid that others would be unhappy.

I blushed and said I would ask everyone, but since the school provided the venue, I thought the webmaster and netizens should be happy to do it. The examiners on both sides said that they had several sets and could lend one to Professor Zhang without losing face. Anyway, high-end cameras also have point-and-shoot modes, and not all netizens who came to take pictures were experts.

The three examiners were all so good. They made the atmosphere so relaxed without leaving any trace. I even forgot to keep my thighs together and accidentally revealed a little bit of my skirt. Professor Zhang stared at my skirt and said that he didn't expect that I could cosplay so professionally. Even the parts that couldn't be seen from the outside were as pure, charming and extremely sexy as in the original.

I didn't hear it clearly at first, until the three of them started arguing about what kind of underwear the goddess was wearing, then I realized that I had just exposed myself. I quickly clamped my legs together and said that I usually wear this kind of underwear, and every pair is almost the same, and I didn't change it temporarily for cosplay.

The examiner on my left asked me why I liked to wear such sexy and seductive underwear. I blushed and said it was a school rule. Because my grades were not good enough, I was a special recruit for the drill corps in high school. Even when taking physical education classes with boys, I was not allowed to wear sweatpants. I could only wear super short tennis skirts and sexy underwear with hollow carvings.

The examiner on my right asked me what physical education classes were like. I replied that they were similar to those in junior high school, with gymnastics, ball sports, etc., and except for swimming classes, we had to wear tennis skirts to class.

Professor Zhang opened his mouth wide and asked, "Wouldn't that mean she would be exposed often?" Especially if my underwear is worn so sexy. I blushed and said that because drill team competitions are often held in windy or high-altitude places, we must try to get used to exposing ourselves. Otherwise, during the competition, it is easy to get nervous because of being watched by too many men and not be able to perform at our usual level.

They asked me which match was the most stressful. I thought about it and answered that it was an ice exhibition match. Because many team members didn’t know how to skate very well, only I and about twenty other team members were on the court. It was OK during practice, but when we went on the ice, the ice surface was newly groomed and as smooth as a mercury mirror, our skirts were reflected clearly, which was extremely embarrassing.

Professor Zhang said that it is not shameful, and it is not shameful at all to show such beautiful thighs and underwear like mine. It is very pleasing to the eyes. I believe foreigners can understand this. I nodded and said that although there were many mistakes in that performance, the judges gave it high praise and the audience voted it as the most exciting and best performance of the conference, far ahead of the second-place women's cheerleading team.

The examiner on my right asked me if I was wearing so little on the day of the performance and whether I would feel cold. Come to think of it, although the temperature was several degrees below zero that day, there was almost no wind. Although we were wearing as little and as sexy as usual, we were so nervous that we didn't feel cold at all.

The examiner on the left said that although the school had air conditioning, the temperature was only around 20 degrees at most. He said that it was okay for me to wear something sexier in class in the future, and that I could show as much thighs and cleavage as possible, and I wouldn't have to worry about the teacher getting in trouble with me. He said he hoped I would definitely choose his class and that it would be best if I dressed like I do today during class.

Professor Zhang nodded and said yes, yes. He said it was good for me to wear it like this for the interview. I looked lively, energetic, cool and sexy, unlike the previous girls who looked lifeless and didn’t look like high school girls at all. He said he didn't have any freshman classes, but there was a vacancy in his lab, and he hoped that I would come to his lab to help after school started. The sexier and more sexy I dressed, the better.

The examiner on the right said that his course is required in the freshman year, and he was looking forward to how beautiful and sexy I would dress in his class. Then he told two colleagues that the other meeting room was urging us to finish the interview quickly and go to the photo session, and that we could talk about anything else after school started.

I couldn't believe my ears and asked them tremblingly what they meant and whether they had confirmed my admission.

The three examiners said in unison that they had already decided to admit me, but that an interview was required according to the procedure. Everything has been arranged in advance. If I can't make it back, I'll make another appointment for the interview on another day. Anyway, I will definitely be admitted.

I was overwhelmed by the great news and was a little dazed with excitement. I followed them to another conference room and saw nearly a hundred examiners sitting in the venue. A highlight clip of my drill team competition was playing on the big screen.

Looking at my beautiful legs and buttocks being magnified countless times, and showing my extremely seductive skirt in front of the men, I suddenly felt so embarrassed, and nectar suddenly overflowed from my pussy, soaking through the thin hollow underwear, and slowly flowing down my crystal thighs.

They said that the webmaster had already set up a simple photo studio, and that almost all the participating netizens had not left, and had also called over many people from the forum. I told the stationmaster that I had been confirmed to be admitted and that I was really happy today. They could take any picture of me they wanted as long as they sent me home before the curfew.

After coordination, because there were too many people who wanted to participate from the school, netizens said that they must not be allowed to attend. Netizens said that people should not be so shameless. You can see me every day in the future and take pictures whenever you want. Don’t compete with these poor people.

The examiners thought so and stayed in the conference room to continue watching the highlights of my drill corps performance. Two high school male teachers led me to the concert hall, where every seat was filled with people, and more netizens continued to arrive.

The webmaster said that it was temporarily changed to a studio shoot. Although the interview took up some time, the number of shots that could be taken increased. In principle, the original lucky winners will take turns to shoot. Those who have to leave for some reason can designate an agent, or be replaced by netizens at the scene.

Even though I put on a new skirt and new panties, my pussy soon became wet again. Obviously I've long been accustomed to men's peeping at me, but posing in various open positions and exposing my lower body for them to take pictures made me feel more embarrassed, ashamed and shameful than usual. I felt like I had turned into a slutty bad girl.

The underwear I brought was obviously not enough to last until they finished filming in the evening. I had no choice but to take out the underwear that had been put away and dry it, and then called my friend to help me go home and get new underwear.

Several of my close friends knew that I was prone to squirting, so they teased me for a few words and then changed their clothes and went out. When I came, I brought my marching band uniform, school uniform, sportswear, and even my super sexy swimsuit that I hung on the balcony.

I don’t know which idiot leaked the news, but the netizens in the audience were shouting “Sacred Cloth! Sacred Cloth! Sacred Cloth! Sacred Cloth!” as I was changing my dress.

It turns out that my admirers call me a goddess and the ceremonial uniform a holy garment. Even the webmaster begged me, saying that our school has very strict regulations and they could not get a satisfactory replica of the holy garment. If I brought it with me, they hoped that I would definitely satisfy their little desire.

Unable to resist their soft words, I changed into a full set of ceremonial uniform and walked out. The thunderous cheers and whistles hurt my ears so much that I raised my hands to cover my ears so quickly that the light hem of my skirt flew high up in the air!

I was so embarrassed that I turned around quickly, but my skirt flew higher, completely revealing my tender, white and crystal clear butt. I ran back to the dressing room and asked the stationmaster to calm them down, saying that if everyone was not quiet, they would not wear the holy garments today.

The cheers outside the door gradually subsided, and I walked out carefully, holding the hem of my skirt. Although some newcomers wanted to cheer, they were quickly stopped by everyone. Netizens seem to have a special liking for the holy clothes and are reluctant to let me change into other clothes. The hot voyeurism soon soaked my underwear from inside to outside, but I never had the chance to return to the locker room...

With a sweet smile on my flushed face, I obediently followed the instructions and performed the sexiest marching movements. The lust of the men made the agitation in my pussy more and more intense, making me want to gasp and moan, and scream out loudly like I usually do in the instructor's office...

I want to escape. I think I should run away.

My mind told me that I should quickly find an excuse to escape the scene and go back to change my underwear. But my rising sexual desire told me that I didn’t need to do that. I just needed to stay here and squirt, so that all the men in the room could see my lewd and incontinent look during my orgasm. I wanted them to use the Creator’s biological camera to record the most perfect and high-definition dynamic images of me…

I want to escape. But I can't escape...

My legs have gone limp. My body is already numb. The flashing spotlights made my body hotter and hotter, just like the heavy rain on a typhoon day, constantly challenging the edge of my honey reservoir bursting...

The thin underwear under the skirt was already so wet that it couldn't get any wetter... I gently twisted my waist, slightly spread my legs, and tightened my anus and buttocks to make my already perky butt even more perky...

I literally can't move. I felt that if I moved again, the sweet liquid in my vagina would gush out like a spring, and the men squatting there taking photos of my skirt from bottom to top would all see the shining rainbow of my orgasm under the spotlight...

The concert hall suddenly darkened.

There is a power outage.

I couldn't help but let out a soft cry, my legs softened, and juice gushed out of my pussy. The fragrant honey and my seductive ass fell freely together.

The two teachers stepped over to my side, and the stationmaster loudly asked everyone not to move around and let the goddess go back to the locker room to rest first. I whispered that I had just squirted again, and the two teachers understood what I meant and helped me up, one on the left and one on the right.

After returning to the locker room, the power came back on quickly. It turned out that because this was a last-minute activity, the responsible school worker turned off the power without knowing it.

After cleaning my lower body with Perluya, I changed my underwear and went out again to let them take pictures. The place where I had just stood was not dry yet. With a red face, I stepped on my still warm vaginal fluid, exposing my most beautiful and seductive lower body for them to take pictures as much as they wanted.

I don’t dare to play like I did just now. As long as my underwear gets a little wet, I will go back and change into another one. The webmaster said that the goddess is so nice to everyone. Although it is the same ceremonial uniform, it can be worn in different styles with different underwear. The ceremonial uniform is indeed the most suitable holy garment for the goddess.

I changed so many pieces of underwear and had squirted twice in the locker room, but they still wanted to continue taking pictures of me in the marching uniform.

I made the excuse that I needed to go to the bathroom and went back to the locker room to change into my sportswear and tennis skirt. I told everyone that this is what I usually wear to physical education class, even when I take classes with boys.

The enthusiasm of netizens really made them forget about the marching uniform temporarily, and made me go back to the way of wearing a new pair of underwear with a dress. My school uniform, various cosplay costumes provided by the webmaster and netizens, each set is eye-catching and quickly filled up stacks of memory cards.

The goddess's first outdoor and studio photo shoots turned a small regional holy war on the Internet into an intercontinental world war. Nearly two decades of RAW files of Terabyte were circulated through Torrent, which greatly boosted the morale of bare-leg lovers all over the world, and many people who love flesh-colored stockings defected and joined. The black stockings control enthusiast made a declaration, hoping that the goddess would also try the beauty of black stockings.

Although the webmaster and netizens have repeatedly invited me to go out for photo shoots, I have been hesitant to agree. Ever since I squirted in public that time, my body has become very sensitive and easily aroused. I have to masturbate several times before going out every day, otherwise I will definitely squirt just walking from home to the train station.

Although sanitary pads are helpful, I can't use them every day, right? My admirers have already calculated my menstrual period clearly, and they would definitely be suspicious if I used sanitary pads at other times.

Normal class days were fine because I was sure to be admitted to the university. The male teachers often wouldn't let me go even during the first class and would make me climax to death in the instructor's office. During holidays, I dare not go out casually, let alone go to crowded places. Just being watched by my own father at home forced me to hide in my room after every meal to change my underwear, and sometimes even my skirt.

Dad obviously thought I was trying to seduce him, because I was staying at home but changing my clothes and underwear, each one more revealing than the last. He used to work overtime on weekends sometimes, but recently he refuses to do so. On weekends he always makes time to spend time with his extremely beautiful daughter and enjoy her extremely seductive dress-up show.

My father paid more and more attention to me, and I paid more and more attention to him. I felt that he was peeping at me more and more frequently, and he also noticed that I changed my underwear more and more often every day. He asked me if I wanted to go out for a walk and buy some new dresses. Afraid to go out, I dodged his lustful gaze, ran back to my room, changed into a new, more revealing and sexy dress, and returned to the living room.

Show off my fragrant shoulders, show off my soft breasts, show off my beautiful back, show off my extremely attractive white long legs.

My father raped me.

From morning to afternoon, my abundant vaginal fluid spread all over every corner of the house. Dad worked so hard and enthusiastically, from the living room to the master bedroom, to my boudoir, to the guest room, to the bathroom, to the balcony, to the kitchen, to the toilet, to the storage room, to the entrance, to the study, to the computer room, to the dining table, to the door, to the window sill where he could see the building opposite...

I was in pain and happy at the same time. I kept gasping, moaning, and screaming in the love and pain of my father, enjoying the endless climax.

The neighbors must have heard my lewd screams, right? The lecherous uncle downstairs must be masturbating, right? Had the new guard on patrol just happened to be in the hallway outside our door?

Even though I felt so embarrassed, I couldn't control myself at all. Daddy's arms are so strong, and Daddy's cock is so hard. Although I tried my best to resist at the beginning, this hateful yet lovely man interpreted it as me playing hard to get... and then he quickly turned his misunderstanding into reality with his actions, making my tight honey pot unable to leave him at all.

Even though we didn't have lunch, my daughter and I weren't hungry at all. We fed each other with our deep love and affection.

Take a shower, go out to eat, buy clothes. Dad said.

I responded with a passionate wet kiss, but by the time I finished my shower it was almost time for a midnight snack.

The two of us sneaked down the fire escape, walked out of the community away from everyone's sight, and took the tram to a small station that we wouldn't normally go to for dinner. After dinner, we took a taxi to the hot spring hotel. I folded and put away the only clothes I had, then went over to brush my father's back with my breast and played in the water with him.

After eating and drinking, my father was full of energy and vigor again. He fucked me with great enthusiasm until dawn. I was so tired after being fucked for almost a whole day. I was in a state of agony under my father's cock, half asleep and half awake, and finally I fell asleep in his arms. I slept until noon when the phone at the counter rang to ask if I wanted to extend my stay.

Although it was a little past the check-out time, I exposed my cleavage and acted coquettishly to the manager, promising him that I would come more often in the future. He was able to waive the extra room fee and also got a VIP card.

We ordered a light meal at the hotel restaurant. The manager, who had just got off work, came over and sat in the best spot. He drank his coffee and stared at my attractive beauty and long, white legs under my miniskirt.

Ever since I had sex with my dad, my squirting ability has remained within a tolerable range. As long as I enjoy sex regularly, I won't squirt in public, and I can participate in forum outdoor photo shoots with confidence.

I made up for all the missed lessons before graduating from high school, but my foundation was not solid, so I had a really hard time studying in college. Fortunately, the department head and professors took good care of me. They often invited me to dinner and movies, cared about my schoolwork and health, and helped me with review and key points before exams, allowing me to pass every required subject with high scores.

Although my father often finds opportunities to watch me and have sex with me, the lack of sex still makes my squirting physique gradually recover. I can't wear either long skirts or trousers to school. Because of the peeping of male teachers and classmates, my underwear would always get wet quickly, and would leave wet marks of the sex fluid on my skirt and trousers.

Miniskirts and ultra-short skirts are my only choices. And when I sit down, I can't use the hem of my skirt to support myself. I have to push the hem of my skirt back, otherwise my skirt would be wet after a class.

In order to hide my squirting, I can only wear a very absorbent dark-colored chair cushion every day, so that even if I pour some honey on it, it won’t be barely noticeable. Invitations from boys are very dangerous for me because no matter whether I am driving or riding a bike, my vaginal fluid will definitely wet their seat cushions, exposing the fact that I am a slutty girl.

My flawless, perfectly attractive butt and thighs became the best advertisement for chair cushions, and soon every female classmate had one. According to them, they were really effective in maintaining the buttocks.

Because I always carry a chair cushion with me, my life is fixed between the dormitory, classroom, and library. Although I would eat out, go shopping, buy clothes, and soak in hot springs with my female classmates, I never participated in social gatherings between men and women until I got my first boyfriend.

The manager of the hot spring hotel.

He had just returned from abroad and had never seen my marching band video before. After comparing the photos taken secretly with his mobile phone online, he quickly confirmed that I was the most beautiful and sexiest marching goddess, and also found out which university I was admitted to. What confused him was that everyone said that I didn’t have a boyfriend, but he had clearly seen my boyfriend and had heard my lewd moans when I had sex with him.

It was not easy to find a needle in a haystack, but by chance he discovered the affair between me and my biological father, which gave him a reason to approach me.

He didn't threaten me with the meager evidence, but pursued me as seriously as any other man. For me, he was often on duty and couldn't take care of me, and he didn't care that I might still be in contact with my "boyfriend". After we dated a few times, I gave my body to him.

My virgin-like tightness and lustful squirting made him enjoy all the pleasures of the world. He threw himself at my miniskirt and obeyed me in everything, fearing that if he annoyed me, he would not be able to have sex with me properly during his rare holiday.

After confirming that I had a boyfriend, the female classmates who had boyfriends became friendly to me. To them, I was a good girl who was loyal to her boyfriend, never fooled around with other boys, and was well-behaved and gentle in maintaining this rare long-distance relationship.

Although I was beautiful and charming, and my usual clothes were always cool and sexy, they knew that I was just weak and frail, so I even had to prepare a warm cushion for my chair during class.

Because they felt safe with me, the girls started to feel more comfortable with my presence. Even if their boyfriends showed obvious lust for me, they would simply interpret it as a normal male physiological reaction. A few girls even joked that if their boyfriends could really get me, they wouldn't mind sharing a husband with the Snow Girl.

Yes, I am a snow girl. It’s just that I am the melting spring snow, with endless trickles of sexual fluids flowing every moment.

Xiaoqing's boyfriend was the first to fall in the snow.

Being "raped" by him made me feel so uncomfortable. I bit my lips from beginning to end and dared not make a sound. My face flushed as I listened to him comforting me with his childish and hypocritical sweet words. I tried hard to hold back my laughter, tears welling up in my eyes, but he was still afraid that I would shamelessly tell Xiaoqing, so he kept telling me that it was actually me that he loved... But in fact, he only loved my body, right?

After I slapped him a few times, he became more ruthless and soon fucked me so hard that I could only beg for mercy. My extremely sensitive body was prone to wetness, and I had been seducing him for the entire day, so I was happy to welcome him.

After enjoying the pleasure of sex, I pretended to cry and said that I would not tell Xiaoqing, but also asked him not to look for me again in the future. From the beginning to the end I behaved like a typical victim. He had no idea that every exposure and physical contact I had made before was a deliberate attempt to tease him, seduce him, to play with him, and to pull at his eager heartstrings.

Xinyun’s boyfriend was the second person to be ambushed.

The day after making love with Xiaoqing's boyfriend, I felt depressed and asked Xinyun to accompany me. She asked me what was wrong, but I didn't say anything. I just pulled her to accompany me, which made her, as she was impatient, soon unable to stand my taciturn nature.

She asked me to find Xiaoqing, and I shook my head. She asked me to find other girls, but I shook my head. She was deeply moved and felt that she held a very high position in my heart. She obediently let me hold her hand and sit quietly for two minutes.

Then, she, who was impatient, really couldn't stand it anymore.

She went about her business, and I just sat quietly on her bed, my face flushed with tears, and then I went to sleep to get enough rest and make up for the sleep I had lacked the night before because I was fucked for too long.

I had a good sleep on her bed, called her to ask for her permission, took a shower, and changed into her sexy dress.

In the evening, Xinyun called her boyfriend over and bought some wine. The two of them took turns drinking, trying to get me drunk so that I would tell them about my troubles.

My face soon turned red, making me even more beautiful. Her boyfriend's undisguised voyeurism made me feel so embarrassed and want more, I could only wash my face when I went to vomit a few times, trying to sober myself up.

Xinyun was soon drunk by her boyfriend and curled up on the sofa, unconscious.

I pretended to be drunk and said I wanted to go back to the dormitory, and asked him to take me back. When I stood up, I didn't smooth my skirt properly, and the extremely short skirt stuck to my butt, allowing him to see my most lewd, seductive and erotic lace panties.

He was obviously staring with his eyes wide open, his crotch bulging and he didn't dare to get up. I staggered to the door and bent down to put on my shoes, exposing my snow-white buttocks and crystal thighs completely to him.

I bent over and put on my shoes for a long time, and finally put on only one, then I sat down on the stool unsteadily and collapsed.

Everything will come naturally.

Xinyun's boyfriend came over and gently helped me put on the other shoe. I didn't react.

He touched my calf... then my thigh... and I still didn't react.

He gently pulled up and straightened the skirt I was wearing, then reached inside my skirt and gently caressed my thighs and private parts.

He touched me for a long time, which made me feel so embarrassed. Maybe my flushed face made it more believable that I was drunk? He got up and tried to wake up his girlfriend, and after finding that Xinyun was indeed unconscious, he carried me to his girlfriend's bed and had me.

Xinyun's room is well soundproofed, and he didn't even try to cover my mouth. Anyway, all the clothes I'm wearing belong to Xinyun. If my girlfriend wakes up, he can just say that he was drunk and mistook me for her.

Because I was supposed to be drunk, I didn't need to hide my lust at all. I lay on the bed, moaning and twisting my waist, trying to please Xinyun's dear boyfriend.

I squirted very quickly.

Ejaculated again and again.

I woke up and dozed off, enjoying the comfortable and pleasurable sex, letting him try various positions at will, using my tight, slippery little pussy to squeeze every drop of blood out of his body, and then falling into a deep sleep with contentment.

When I woke up in the morning, my lower body was clean and I was wearing a brand new sexy nightgown, which was really revealing, and I was not wearing any underwear.

The sheets and pillowcases that were soaked with my vaginal fluid were changed. I didn’t expect Xinyun’s boyfriend to be so capable, whether it was normal capability or 18+ capability.

Xinyun left a note saying that she would ask for leave for me and told me not to worry about the vomit-stained sheets since she was planning to change them anyway.

Monday is an unimportant elective class, but every teacher recognizes me in my pretty, sexy, revealing dress, so I can't skip class on normal days. I picked up my phone and dialed Xinyun’s boyfriend, but the call ended after one ring.

He skipped class and came to buy me a very cute and charming low-cut mini dress, as well as a very sexy and erotic lingerie.

I wrapped myself tightly in the quilt, knelt on the bed, staring at him blankly, my face red and my lips bitten.

He looked at me with a red face and said hesitantly that I vomited on Xinyun's bed last night and made her dress dirty. He couldn't wake her up, so he helped me take off my clothes and gave me a quick rinse. He said he did it with his eyes closed and definitely didn't see much.

I looked at him quietly, blushing and biting my lips. Tears welled up in his eyes.

His face was red and his lips were raised, looking like he was struggling, but in the end he did not tell the truth.

Then he dropped his dress and went out, closing the door behind him.

I put on my underwear quietly and without making any noise. Then she turned her back to the door, lifted her skirt, and listened carefully to the sounds outside.

As expected, he was quiet for a while before he called my name softly outside the door, apologized to me, and said he really didn't mean to do it to me. He deliberately pronounced the word "gan" vaguely, making it sound like both "see" and "do".

I completely ignored him, holding up my skirt and carefully looking at the light and shadow from the window, paying attention to when he would push open the door and peek at me changing my dress.

He apologized softly, then quietly turned the doorknob and quietly opened the door.

I turned my almost naked sexy body towards him and pretended to be weak and started to put on the skirt.

When I lifted my little feet, I moved very slowly, and there were pauses from time to time, which made it look like my private parts were in pain. In fact, I was just afraid that the vaginal fluid would squirt out again.

I deliberately put on my skirt very slowly, very slowly, very slowly. Trembling legs. Slowly pull up the waist of your skirt.

He was looking at me at the door. Look at my bare back, look at my perky butt, look at the pair of long, straight, super beautiful legs under the extremely short skirt.

I gathered my long hair in front of my chest, slowly passed my arms through the straps of my dress, and then reached behind me to try to pull up the zipper. I fumbled for the zipper head for a long time. Zipper up very slowly.

It was obviously a simple skirt, but I wore it for more than ten minutes. I think my dear new boyfriend would be very happy to see this, right? He fucked me last night and I was very happy and excited. I loved his big cock.

After putting on my skirt and smoothing the hem, I gently pulled Xinyun's chair over to give the bastard outside the door a chance to close the door again.

After making sure the door was closed, I picked up my phone and called him again.

He picked it up and I cut it off.

Then he called.

I won’t answer.

The melodious incoming call music sounded softly, getting louder and louder.

He hung up and redialed. I won’t answer. He hung up and redialed. I still didn’t answer.

He sent me a text message with eight words and two punctuation marks.

Don't commit suicide, I really didn't watch it. He said.

I sent five words without punctuation.

The dress fits her perfectly. I said. He should understand what I mean. How could you have chosen the size so accurately if you had never done it with me?

The two of us exchanged text messages through the door that could be opened at any time.

He explained very diligently and seriously, with many words and punctuation marks. But I only sent those five words back and forth, and only sent them very rarely.

It was not until he sent me a few words that I walked out of the room and left with him.

Xinyun is coming back. He said.

He and I went upstairs, hiding and watching Xinyun come out of the elevator. I watched her open the door, go in and lock the door before I tiptoed downstairs and left.

He didn't dare start the motorcycle, for fear that Xinyun would hear it, so he just unlocked it and led her away like that. I followed quietly beside him, letting my white breasts sway in front of his eyes. We went around the corner and walked one more block before he started the motorcycle.

Where to go? He asked.

"Your home," I said.

Caressing the hem of my skirt, I sat sideways behind him, letting my perfect thighs be reflected in the rearview mirror. I pressed my breasts against his broad back, and reached forward with my small hands to hug his waist tightly.

"Okay," I said.

He rode steadily and slowly, occasionally peeking at my attractive thighs in the rearview mirror.

He parked the bike, locked it, and led me upstairs, taking the route he usually rode.

He opened the door and I walked in and onto the balcony without taking off my shoes. Hanging there were the extremely sexy lingerie and Xinyun's dress that I wore last night, as well as the sheets and pillowcases stained with my vaginal fluid.

I turned around and he was standing across the room.

"Have you washed it?" I asked.

Washed. He said. Eyes flickering.

I walked to the low wall of the balcony, put my hands on it, and pretended to be ready to jump off the building.

If he hadn't stopped me, I would have just planned to sit on it with my skirt facing him, exposing my underwear to arouse his lust.

But my plan didn't work because he rushed over and hugged me tightly before I could even apply any strength with my hands.

Don’t be too upset! He growled.

I love you! I love you! I really, really love you! He growled rapidly.

I struggled slightly, but in fact I was using the tenderness of my whole body to tease the extremely thick and long dragon between his legs.

He carried me into the room and took me again.

My sexual fluids soon soaked his bed.

My sweet and delicate moans made him feel very happy, and the hot cock and thick semen made me feel extremely happy.

After several clouds and rains,

"You are not allowed to leave Xinyun." I said in a coquettish voice.

good. I'm not leaving. He said.

"Don't touch me again." I said with a slight frown on my pretty face.

He thrust forward with all his strength, responding hard with his big cock, making me unable to hold back and let out another soft moan.

He probably thought he could conquer me with sex? But he didn't realize the truth, which was that I conquered him with sex.

He started to fuck me hard again, pumping me and thrusting into me, soon having me gasping and moaning again.

Do you still want to die? He asked.

I shook my head and bit my lips to avoid making any sound.

Do the underwear I bought for you fit well? He asked.

I nodded.

Does the skirt I bought for you fit you well? He asked.

I nodded.

Is the skirt I bought for you pretty? He asked. I nodded.

Do you like it? He asked. I nodded.

Do you like having sex? He asked. I blush. Turn your head.

He fucked me the whole afternoon and didn't even answer Xinyun's call.

Xinyun also called me, but I was so absorbed in enjoying her boyfriend's big cock that I didn't even notice that it was the ringtone of my cell phone.

Xinyun came over at dinner time, but she didn't have her boyfriend's dormitory key. Her boyfriend was busy with me and had no time to turn on the lights, so the room was dark and it looked like no one was inside.

She knocked on the door, shouted, and called us, but we didn't answer: my phone was out of battery and her boyfriend's phone was on silent mode.

She waited outside the door for nearly half an hour.

Her boyfriend covered my mouth while fucking me in the room, then took a towel for me to bite, and picked me up while fucking me. He walked slowly and silently to the door, with only a thin door panel between him and his girlfriend, and fucked his girlfriend's most beautiful and sexiest best friend.

Xinyun tried her phone a few more times outside the door and then left.

Her boyfriend carried me back to the room and fell asleep in my arms in the dark.

The next day, after we had agreed on the statements, Xinyun's boyfriend quickly made her laugh through her tears, and she didn't suspect at all that we were having an affair.

I washed the new dress he gave me, and as soon as it was dry, I wore it to a compulsory class that the whole class would attend. The male classmates stared at me and swallowed their saliva, and the female classmates were envious and jealous.

"Bought a new skirt again?" Xinyun saved a good seat for me.

"Well, my boyfriend bought it for me." I said sweetly, putting down the chair cushion and smoothing the hem of my skirt, then sitting next to Xinyun's boyfriend, allowing him to fully appreciate my cleavage and beautiful legs, and he could also secretly touch me to make me orgasm multiple times during class.

"This one is really revealing, even more revealing than what you wore before," Xinyun leaned over her boyfriend, "Are you really not afraid of being eaten by my husband?"