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Join the ServerAfter breakfast, Song Qinghuan slipped her arm through Lin Shishi’s, and the two walked into the classroom together. Watching her, Lin Shishi kept her head lowered, her ears flushed a delicate red. This was because Song Qinghuan held Lin Shishi’s diary clutched in her hand. A lesson was scheduled for that morning, followed by a much-anticipated break. Song Qinghuan had already meticulously planned how to utilize this time. She cast a quick glance at Lin Shishi’s glistening eyes, a hint of mischievous amusement playing on her lips. Then, she opened the diary, revealing a particular passage penned by Lin Shishi. It detailed a scene titled:
“‘A Romantic Day for Song Qinghuan and Me in the Classroom’.”
Song Qinghuan read aloud in a soft voice, her fingertip gliding across the page. Yet, her gaze lingered on Lin Shishi’s chest, which rose and fell with palpable nervousness.
“Wuwu, please, could you stop reading?” Lin Shishi pleaded, her voice a whimper. “This is truly mortifying!”
Lin Shishi let out another choked sob, her hands instinctively moving to shield her chest. Instead, this action only served to draw more attention to their voluptuous curves. She pressed her thighs gently together, causing her skirt hem to ride up a few inches and expose a patch of delicate, fair skin.
Yet, Song Qinghuan merely offered a teasing compliment. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, the scene you’ve crafted is utterly brilliant, my dear. You truly are a gifted writer!”
As she spoke, she lightly tapped the small bell nestled against Lin Shishi’s chest, prompting an immediate, melodious chime. Lin Shishi’s heart let out an internal wail of despair. It was ironic; while a cat bell punishment might have seemed trivial in her fictional world, experiencing it firsthand was undeniably humiliating.
Soon, the classroom began to fill with groups of chattering girls. Song Qinghuan gently guided Lin Shishi to a seat in a more secluded back row, tucking them neatly into a corner. The space between their seats was exceptionally narrow, causing their legs to press intimately together. Deliberately, Song Qinghuan nudged her knee against the outer curve of Lin Shishi’s thigh, sensing the immediate rigidity that overcame her.
Turning her head, Song Qinghuan’s eyes lingered on Lin Shishi’s scarlet earlobes. She whispered conspiratorially, “Why are you trying to hide? It’s not as if we haven’t touched before.”
Lin Shishi bit her lip, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her skirt. The fabric stretched taut, accentuating the voluptuous curve of her upper thigh. A sly, wicked smile played upon Song Qinghuan’s lips.
Moments later, the English teacher stepped to the front of the class and commenced the lesson. At that very instant, Song Qinghuan deliberately brushed her fingertip against the bell nestled on Lin Shishi’s chest. A sudden, clear chime echoed through the room, crisp and unexpected. Every girl in the class turned their heads in unison, their gazes converging on Lin Shishi. Even the English teacher offered a slight smile, remarking, “Oh my, how adorable!”
The girls erupted into soft laughter. Lin Shishi, mortified, instantly buried her face in her hands. Soon after, the English teacher sternly commanded the girls to cease their giggling, returning to the lesson with unwavering seriousness. Quiet once again settled over the classroom. However, Lin Shishi’s heart hammered an increasingly loud rhythm against her ribs. She could still feel Song Qinghuan’s leg pressed intimately against her own, its warmth seeping through her clothing. Though Song Qinghuan’s hand had moved from her waist, it now rested casually on her thigh, her fingers teasingly tracing indiscernible patterns.
“‘You were really great at the party last night’—how would one properly translate this sentence into English? Does anyone here know? Please raise your hand.”
Suddenly, the English teacher posed an unexpectedly humorous question. A hush fell over the classroom; no one dared to answer. However, Song Qinghuan leaned in close to Lin Shishi, her warm breath ghosting over her ear as she whispered a low command, “Quickly, raise your hand!”
“W-wuwu, but I don’t actually know the answer!”
Lin Shishi whimpered, a note of desperate pleading in her voice.
“It’s quite alright; I’ll step in and rescue you later,” Song Qinghuan reassured her, a smile gracing her lips as her fingers continued to draw circles on Lin Shishi’s thigh. “Just be a good girl and obey.”
Lin Shishi let out a soft groan of resignation, then tentatively raised her hand. Her subtle movement caused the little bell on her chest to chime once more, drawing a few curious glances. The English teacher instantly beamed with delight.
“Lin Shishi, please come up to the front and write this sentence for me.”
Lin Shishi’s gaze immediately darted to Song Qinghuan. However, Song Qinghuan pointedly turned her head away. Lin Shishi remained frozen in her spot, utterly dumbfounded.
“So… Lin Shishi, please, come up to the blackboard,” the English teacher gently urged, a hint of impatience in her tone.
Lin Shishi covered her face, the small bell on her chest jingling incessantly. “I… I don’t know how,” she mumbled softly.
“But then why did you raise your hand?” the English teacher inquired, visibly puzzled.
A soft snicker escaped from somewhere. Seeing that Lin Shishi was on the verge of tears, Song Qinghuan finally relented, ending her mischievous prank. She stood up gracefully. “I asked her to raise her hand for me,” she announced. “I’ll write it myself.”
With a confident stride, she approached the blackboard and, in one swift motion, penned the English sentence. In that fleeting moment, her exceptionally fluid and elegant English calligraphy left every girl in the classroom utterly astonished. The English teacher chuckled, clearly taken aback by the display. “You two make quite the dynamic duo!” she remarked with a hint of admiration. Song Qinghuan offered a knowing smirk, then playfully winked at Lin Shishi.
Lin Shishi merely stared, speechless. She truly didn’t know whether to burst into tears or laughter. After all, this particular scenario… she had indeed designed it herself within her diary. Yet, when it became her reality, the experience of being teased was undeniably mortifying.
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At last, with the resounding peal of the dismissal bell, teachers and students alike streamed out of the classroom. The spacious room quickly emptied, leaving it eerily quiet. Sunlight angled gently through the large glass windows, painting long, warm streaks of light across the desks and floor. Only Song Qinghuan and Lin Shishi remained within the classroom. Lin Shishi found herself cornered by Song Qinghuan against the wall in the very last row, leaving her no path for retreat. Her back gently pressed against the cool, unyielding surface of the wall. Directly before her stood Song Qinghuan, her tall, lithe form tantalizingly close, emanating a subtle, delightful scent of gardenia.
Lin Shishi had secretly harbored a profound admiration and a deep, unspoken crush on this beautiful, gentle older sister. For reasons she couldn’t quite articulate, a wild longing to be… *teased* by her… surged within her deepest desires. Yet, now that such a scenario had actually unfolded, she was consumed by an overwhelming fear. Her heart pounded furiously, threatening to escape her chest, and fine beads of perspiration gathered in her palms.
‘Alas, it’s all because of this repressed, simmering personality of mine!’ she lamented inwardly. ‘If it were to happen openly, I would undoubtedly shy away, perhaps even outright refuse.’
Song Qinghuan’s long hair was loosely gathered at the back of her head, with a few stray wisps framing her cheeks, swaying gently as she leaned in closer. Her eyes, typically brimming with a tender warmth, now sparkled with a hint of playful mischief and an undeniable sense of control. The corners of her eyes curved upwards, reminiscent of a cat toying with its prey.
“Now, our little game has truly just begun.”
Song Qinghuan’s lips curled into a tantalizing smile. She raised a hand, her fingertips delicately brushing against Lin Shishi’s burning cheek.
“Come now, darling,” she purred, “let’s continue that scene—read the passage aloud, carefully.”
The young girl nervously bit her lower lip. She knew there was no room for refusal. Whatever Song Qinghuan commanded, she was bound to obey, for it was an integral part of their intricate agreement. In a voice barely audible, as faint as a mosquito’s hum, she began to read:
“‘The class bell chimed… Lin Shishi found herself trapped by Song Qinghuan in the deepest corner of the classroom… Song Qinghuan’s demeanor had undergone a sudden transformation, her previously gentle nature now replaced by a wicked, domineering presence.
“‘She extended a long leg, pinning Lin Shishi against the wall in a classic “kabedon” pose… From this angle, Lin Shishi could distinctly perceive what Song Qinghuan was wearing…
“‘Song Qinghuan declared, “Hey, my little pet, there’s no escape for you today. I simply must make you understand that everything is under my absolute control. I will utterly consume you.”
“‘Following this declaration, Song Qinghuan seized both of Lin Shishi’s hands, pressing them firmly above the young girl’s head, rendering Lin Shishi entirely helpless.
“‘With her other hand, Song Qinghuan hooked Lin Shishi’s chin, her voice dripping with a wicked allure as she whispered, “Little pet, I’m about to kiss you.”’”
By the time she reached this point, Lin Shishi’s voice was trembling beyond control, her earlobes a vibrant crimson, almost as if they might bleed. She could keenly feel Song Qinghuan’s gaze lingering on her face, both scorching and playfully probing. Song Qinghuan let out a soft “tsk.” The girl extended a delicate finger, lifting Lin Shishi’s chin, gently compelling her to meet her gaze.
Lin Shishi’s face instantly flushed a deeper shade of scarlet, aware that the subsequent passage was even more scandalous. Yet, Song Qinghuan’s eyes suddenly grew stern. “Continue reading,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “Did I give you permission to stop?” Her thumb, somewhat possessively, began to trace the delicate curve of Lin Shishi’s lower lip.
Lin Shishi, her face burning, took a deep, fortifying breath, continuing to read as though resigned to her ultimate fate:
“‘The next moment, Song Qinghuan sealed Lin Shishi’s lips with her own. Lin Shishi was thus forcefully kissed by Song Qinghuan… Wuwu… she could feel Song Qinghuan’s tongue, exceedingly aggressive… sweeping through the entirety of her mouth…’”
“Alright—”
Song Qinghuan suddenly let out a soft, playful laugh. She leaned in even closer. “Just look at what you’ve written,” she teased. “Even I find myself blushing at such things.”
After a brief pause, Song Qinghuan straightened her posture, yet her hand remained braced against the wall beside Lin Shishi’s ear, effectively keeping her trapped in the corner.
“Very well, considering the subsequent passages are a tad too explicit, we won’t proceed with them,” she declared. “However, the scene we just read? We absolutely *must* perform that one.”
She tilted her head to the side, a cunning smile playing on her lips. “I must say, my beautiful little tease – I mean, my talented writer – the intimate scenes you’ve crafted are truly spectacular. You are both the author and the director, and I shall gladly take on the role of the actress. So, shall we begin our play?”
In the very next second, Song Qinghuan lifted her right leg, then, to Lin Shishi’s astonishment, actually rested her calf just above Lin Shishi’s shoulder. Her skirt glided downwards with the movement, revealing even more of her thigh, a dazzling expanse of white skin. Lin Shishi’s gaze involuntarily followed the elegant curve of that leg upwards, her heart suddenly quickening its frantic pace.
“Look closely, little Shishi—” Song Qinghuan’s voice was laced with profound amusement. “If you hesitate much longer, I might just decide not to let you see anymore.”
Lin Shishi snatched her gaze away as if she had been burned, feeling as though she might suffocate from the sheer intensity. Song Qinghuan, evidently pleased with her reaction, let out a soft chuckle before gracefully lowering her long leg. Then, following the diary’s narrative, she gently clasped Lin Shishi’s small hands together, pressing them against the wall with just one of her own. Lin Shishi’s wrists were slender, easily encircled by Song Qinghuan’s grip. Song Qinghuan used her other hand to hook Lin Shishi’s chin.
She leaned in subtly, her nose nearly brushing against Lin Shishi’s own, and murmured softly, “Then, my darling, my little pet, I’m going to kiss you now.”
Song Qinghuan’s eyes were mere inches away—Lin Shishi could even see her own reflection, wide with panic, mirrored in their depths. Song Qinghuan’s lips were full, their natural color a luscious crimson, now slightly parted to reveal the faintest hint of her pearly teeth. Lin Shishi was instantly dumbstruck, her mind a complete blank. She unconsciously licked her dry lips, her throat tightening as she swallowed with difficulty. Before she could even fully recover, Song Qinghuan had already leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss.
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