20-10-2025, 01:43 PM
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## Update 11: The Intimate Discovery (Avi and Chachi)
I went home after college and headed straight to the field to play. But Mona, her brother, and her boyfriend didn't show up. *Perhaps they were scared off by the storehouse owner, or maybe they found a new, secret place.* I played for a while, feeling restless, then went home.
After dinner, I retreated to my room. With no homework to distract me, I opened my bag to put away my books and saw the item I had stolen: the newspaper-covered book from Madam’s house. A pang of guilt hit me—sharp and quick, a fear of being discovered—but my curiosity was already too strong to be denied.
I pulled it out and peeled back the newspaper cover. The book’s pages, slick and glossy, felt heavy in my hands. The photographs inside were an absolute shock. These weren’t the grainy, distant pictures the boys at college whispered about; these were clear, sharp images of naked girls and older women.
I leaned closer, my breath catching in my throat, the paper faintly smelling of perfume and old ink. The scenes were explicit and bold: women eagerly sucking breasts, others licking chooť, and still others sucking lunď. It was a blueprint of the acts I had glimpsed in the storehouse and overheard from Bua. My body immediately responded. The more I looked at the images, the more my own penis became heavy, painfully hard. A wave of heat washed over me, a strange combination of illicit shame and overwhelming fascination.
I flipped to the final page, and a sudden, bold inscription written in elegant handwriting stopped me cold, the words burning into my vision: "My husband's penis is 6 inches long."
The note turned my attention inward, making me intensely curious about my own body. *I needed to know.* I took a ruler out of my college bag, my hands trembling slightly. I tried to measure while dressed, but it was impossible to get an accurate reading.
I pulled off my pants and underwear, the cool air hitting my skin. I positioned the ruler against my body. It was a difficult, awkward task, requiring precision and focus, but I managed to mark the length with a small pencil line on the wood. I quickly dressed again, my heart pounding against my ribs, and then checked the mark against the numbers. A mix of pride and anxiety flooded me. I finally knew my penis’s length.
Just as the significance of the number was sinking in, I heard Chachi's voice from outside my door, her footsteps pausing right outside the thin wood.
Chachi called out, her voice gentle but firm. “Avi, it’s late. Go to sleep. You have college tomorrow.”
I froze, the ruler still in my hand. My heart leaped into my throat and started jackhammering against my collarbone. A knot of pure terror tightened in my stomach. The fear of being caught with the evidence—the book, the ruler—was terrifying. I shoved them both under my bed, scrambled under the sheet, and lay perfectly still, forcing my breathing to be slow and even. The powerful weight of my secrets—the Chachis' plan, the storehouse scene, the Principal's corruption, and now, the stolen book and my own new knowledge—was almost too much to bear.
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I went home after college and headed straight to the field to play. But Mona, her brother, and her boyfriend didn't show up. *Perhaps they were scared off by the storehouse owner, or maybe they found a new, secret place.* I played for a while, feeling restless, then went home.
After dinner, I retreated to my room. With no homework to distract me, I opened my bag to put away my books and saw the item I had stolen: the newspaper-covered book from Madam’s house. A pang of guilt hit me—sharp and quick, a fear of being discovered—but my curiosity was already too strong to be denied.
I pulled it out and peeled back the newspaper cover. The book’s pages, slick and glossy, felt heavy in my hands. The photographs inside were an absolute shock. These weren’t the grainy, distant pictures the boys at college whispered about; these were clear, sharp images of naked girls and older women.
I leaned closer, my breath catching in my throat, the paper faintly smelling of perfume and old ink. The scenes were explicit and bold: women eagerly sucking breasts, others licking chooť, and still others sucking lunď. It was a blueprint of the acts I had glimpsed in the storehouse and overheard from Bua. My body immediately responded. The more I looked at the images, the more my own penis became heavy, painfully hard. A wave of heat washed over me, a strange combination of illicit shame and overwhelming fascination.
I flipped to the final page, and a sudden, bold inscription written in elegant handwriting stopped me cold, the words burning into my vision: "My husband's penis is 6 inches long."
The note turned my attention inward, making me intensely curious about my own body. *I needed to know.* I took a ruler out of my college bag, my hands trembling slightly. I tried to measure while dressed, but it was impossible to get an accurate reading.
I pulled off my pants and underwear, the cool air hitting my skin. I positioned the ruler against my body. It was a difficult, awkward task, requiring precision and focus, but I managed to mark the length with a small pencil line on the wood. I quickly dressed again, my heart pounding against my ribs, and then checked the mark against the numbers. A mix of pride and anxiety flooded me. I finally knew my penis’s length.
Just as the significance of the number was sinking in, I heard Chachi's voice from outside my door, her footsteps pausing right outside the thin wood.
Chachi called out, her voice gentle but firm. “Avi, it’s late. Go to sleep. You have college tomorrow.”
I froze, the ruler still in my hand. My heart leaped into my throat and started jackhammering against my collarbone. A knot of pure terror tightened in my stomach. The fear of being caught with the evidence—the book, the ruler—was terrifying. I shoved them both under my bed, scrambled under the sheet, and lay perfectly still, forcing my breathing to be slow and even. The powerful weight of my secrets—the Chachis' plan, the storehouse scene, the Principal's corruption, and now, the stolen book and my own new knowledge—was almost too much to bear.
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