Adonis's Vortex

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Prologue to "The Whirlpool of Adonis"

[Prologue]

It was autumn of the 26th year, exactly 25 years since King Huai abdicated.

The tall Romanesque buildings were surrounded by a vibrant yellow and red hue, the trees

swaying .

Occasionally, a few students and teachers would pass by on the smooth cobblestone paths, fallen leaves brushing against the brows of the young students

, making this beautiful campus even more pleasant.

This was the outskirts of Ji, the northern capital of the New Roman Union, formerly known as Yuyang, and

this school was just the tip of the iceberg of the vast church school, St. Matteo Ricci's Academy.

What? Who am I? I'm that 7-year-old boy idly admiring the autumn leaves in the spacious lecture hall—

yes, the one sitting by the window in the second-to-last row. My surname is Le, my given name is Xuli, and as for courtesy names, well,

those aren't popular anymore; my grandfather obviously hadn't thought of them either. Come to think of it, I, a member of the Chinese nation

, have lived a rather unsuccessful life.

"Le, classmate!" As I was daydreaming, resting my chin on my hand, a slightly deep female voice snapped

me out of my reverie. The adult woman's voice was clearly displeased, and based on my analysis, the only person in the room who dared to speak

so loudly was the one on the podium.

"

Yes!" My body trembled, my nerves reflexively wanting to stand up, but reason told me that I was already a student in the preparatory department

of a high school , and moreover, a student of St. Matteo Ricci Academy, the best in the Far East. How could I still maintain

the habits of the classroom? "Pfft."

In the quiet classroom, the suppressed laughter next to me was particularly noticeable. However, before I could

retaliate against

that bastard "Damn it," the woman's gaze from behind the podium made the hairs on my body stand on end. At that moment, I remembered

the rumors circulating in the academy: Old Demon Luo had once served in the army. I hadn't believed it before,

but just from that glare through her black-rimmed glasses, I felt that the rumors were true.

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I

can't remember Luo Lao Yacha's full name, because the name Yacha is too famous.

There are many reasons why she's called Yacha. This woman in her early thirties teaches us Civil Law and Legal History

, which are arguably the most important courses in the preparatory department for law. Teachers who can teach at St. Matteo Ricci are naturally

highly professional, and this woman is known for her strictness and intolerance of students' mistakes. I personally think she must consider

ignorance and stupidity a sin, punishable by a few years' reprieve if not death. Secondly, she's

unlike the other female teachers in the academy, especially our gentle and kind homeroom teacher. She has a chiseled

face, upright and serious, never smiling and dignified. Although I'm not like the other virgins in the classroom who are completely

unmoved by our homeroom teacher Xia's hypocritical friendliness, I definitely don't have any good feelings towards Luo Yacha.

"Le Tongxue" "Yes!" "Don't interrupt!"

Luo Yacha flicked her short hair behind her ear and impatiently interrupted me. "As a member of the Chinese race, you should

set an example . I understand you're embarrassed to sit in the front row seat, but you're already daydreaming after only a few minutes of class

!"

Yacha's scolding was endless. Finally, she probably got annoyed and sighed with her hands on her hips.

"Phew."

"Alright, if you can answer the next question, I won't punish you."

Tch, this woman, relying on her big breasts and confidence, and being a member of the Chinese race, she doesn't show me any mercy

. If it were a commoner teacher or even a teacher who is a follower, they would avoid me like the plague.

"Tell me, what are the conditions for the birth of a naturally free person?"

Without thinking, I answered her question, "The birth of a naturally free person requires that both parents be naturally free persons or liberated free persons throughout the entire process from conception to

delivery ."

The strict teacher adjusted her old-fashioned glasses and nodded. "Not bad, you've prepared

somewhat , but that's no excuse for daydreaming. So come find me after class."

"Huh?!"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

The tall boy sitting next to me slapped my shoulder hard, laughing wildly. His curly hair

shook , and the whole classroom was infected by his laughter. Everyone started mocking my helplessness.

Hair of various colors swarmed around me, and faces of all races looked at me.

I really wanted to tear that heartless childhood friend from the Muslim family apart with my bare hands.

"Quiet!!!" Finally, Lady Yaksha came to my rescue. "Damn it! Stand up! Do you want to

come find me with Yue Xuli?!" "Huh?! No!"

Seeing the tall, imposing boy in his ornate long cardigan looking completely bewildered, and the other students, especially the commoners,

filled with fear, the classroom suddenly fell silent.

"Answer me,

what ?!" "Huh? What? Ah, a 'naturally free person'?" "It's 'born free person'!

Sit down! You're hopeless!" Lady Yaksha spat viciously, then started writing in the dark

. Muttering complaints rippled through the group, whether directed at us unmotivated students or

just to themselves , "There aren't even two months left until the 25th anniversary of the founding of the Republic

. Which of you will the General Principles Maintenance Bureau take a liking to then?"

"Alright! Today's topic is the transition from slavery to a system of subservience, that is,

the transition from the personal dependency system of the imperial period to the system of private and corporate subservience in the late 6th century."

The bell rang, the

last afternoon class of every Friday, always sounding so pleasant, making one forget how

torturous . Well, after pain comes joy, and cheers echoed in the classroom.

"Hey! What are you thinking about!"

Madan habitually patted my shoulder, but clearly he didn't hold back; the tremor from his large hand

was enough to make even a fairly strong guy like me feel pain. "Nothing, just wondering

what the cafeteria is serving today." "The internal organs of pickled rotten fish?" "Go to hell, don't disgust me. And

isn't for divination?" "Let me tell you, don't believe those priests' brainwashing. I heard from my old man..."

"The senators in Rome used to eat that stuff," the handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said,

making a disgusting face.

"Music and Ceremonies! Music and Ceremonies!"

I thought I could avoid the Yaksha's disaster by arguing with Madan for a while, but I was too naive.

I looked towards the podium and found that the Yaksha was still packing up his lecture notes, so the source of the voice was quite suspicious

.

Who was it? I don't have many friends. Madan is my neighbor, and we were even in the same class for a few years in school

.

After eliminating many options, my face turned dark.

"

Don't be reluctant. Miss Jasmine came to see you in person. Hehehe~ I think I saw a forbidden

love. Will your grandfather agree to your marriage? Wouldn't that put your family's senator position in danger?

"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

I angrily pushed him away and ran straight towards the direction from which the voice came. If I was a few steps later, that

girl might make a scene.

After a frantic search, I finally found the Slavic

girl with slightly freckled skin outside the classroom. Her red hair easily suggested her Eastern European heritage. This slender, graceful girl,

carrying a pretty handbag and wearing a modern hat resembling a laurel wreath, pouted and glared at me

for being late .

"Why are you so late? You never listen to me!" "No, no, no. But could you please not be so loud?" To be

honest , I was quite embarrassed. I actually prefer quiet and peace; I don't like sensational news or excitement. Jasmine, Madan, and even that

Yaksha all made me feel uncertain and that my personal space had been invaded. But what could I do? "Oh, you've grown wings, huh? You think I'm embarrassing you ? Just pretend you didn't see me." "What are you saying! Besides, you're from a family with a long history , stop using this local dialect, okay? Show some exotic flair!" "Oh ho ho ho, " the Slavic girl in a British-style suit covered her face with a Gallic fan and laughed, "I want to, what's it to you?! Who do you think you are? If you want to control me, you'll have to sleep with me first~ Don't dare, you coward!" "I...I ..." Okay, I really don't dare. Not only is this girl, who's only a month older than me, the daughter of my deceased mother's best friend , but she also has a rich father and an uncle who can speak for the consul. I'm the only one who's been forced into this situation and doesn't dare to speak up. If I dared to force myself on her, my fate would probably be to drift permanently on the Yongding River . "No need to be serious, I'm not going today. Your aunt has told me several times that you haven't been home in a long time. I'm going the same way, I'll give you a ride." "Ah," Jasmine said casually, but her eyes were constantly glancing at me. I didn't want to lie to her, but I had to ; she was one of my few friends. "My husband needs me, and there's work with the group" —these excuses obviously didn't satisfy Jasmine, so I added, "Don't you know, I don't get along with that old man , going would only make things worse." "..." I tried my best to look at Jasmine with sincere eyes, but Jasmine's eyes only showed disappointment and anger at having seen through my lies. "It's her , isn't it? Ever since she went to America, you've been like this!" "How many times have I told you?" I argued with irrefutable logic, "It's not like that!" "Le Xuli! There's nothing wrong with you having feelings for that female slave! She's yours, you can do whatever you want with her! But are you going to think about her your whole life?! Do nothing for her! You've really fallen in love with her, haven't you?!" "Jasmine," I grabbed her hand. I knew Jasmine meant well. I cherished her friendship. If it weren't for her and Madan's banter, I might still be stuck in the past , unable to move on. But how could I forget her? Her tears that day would probably be forever etched in my heart. Jasmine lowered her head, the brim of her hat obscuring her eyes. Her face was slightly red, I didn't know if it was from my actions or from anger. "Hmph, my good intentions are wasted! I'm not going to care about you anymore!" She shook me off and stomped away in her high heels. I stared blankly at her departing figure, a strange sense of panic rising within me. If I lost even her one day, what would I have left? "Le, classmate?" "What? Mr. Luo?" As the academic affairs officer of the preparatory department , Luo Yacha has her own office. When she brought me here again, I understood that she had nothing to do with class. "Sit down." Luo Yacha had me sit on the sofa and turned to prepare tea. "Sir, no need for such trouble." You might be surprised that I called her "sir." Yes, I called her Luo Yacha along with the other idiots in the class , but we didn't even know what the Kushan word "Yacha" meant at first. In essence, I respected this experienced teacher very much, so I naturally addressed her as "sir" . "It's alright, I'll have some anyway." Luo Yacha was straightforward, even her politeness had its own style. She walked to the desk, bent down and rummaged through the cabinet for tea. Today she was wearing a navy blue long-sleeved shirt and black trousers. When she bent over, her pert buttocks and full, powerful legs made me gasp. Well, I actually quite enjoy being with this serious gentleman. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel disdain for those young classmates and the low-class, specially admitted students. They were obsessed with delicate young women like Teacher Xia, but they didn't understand Mr. Luo's traditional physical beauty— a Roman symbol, athletic and well-proportioned, not voluptuous. The black fabric was stretched taut by his ample buttocks, without a single gap. The perfect shape combined with the perfect curvature of his lumbar spine, swayed from side to side, already making me feel the swelling in my crotch. Not to mention his full, seamless thighs and perfectly curved, firm calves, and the glimpse of his fair ankles peeking out from under his trousers...

It made me want to explore the ultimate mysteries of this body.

"Finally found it."

I quickly adjusted my posture, bending slightly to hide my embarrassment.

Mr. Luo took out a glass jar, waved it at me, and revealed a beautiful smile of finally achieving his goal

.

His high cheekbones, smooth cheeks, and beautiful dimples I had never seen before, along with his narrowed phoenix eyes, made my

heart skip a beat.

It turns out that this meticulous woman is also so beautiful and resolute.

"Sorry, it'll be ready in a minute."

Mr. Luo wiped the sweat from his forehead with his plump, white fingers, letting his short hair shake off. His short hair, which I usually

thought masculine, now looked cheerful and playful.

Oh, that fair neck, oh, those wide hips, I'd definitely ejaculate if I went in from behind, oh

, those fleshy feet stuck in his shoes, what kind of smell do they give off? No, I should say this room is filled

with Mr. Luo's scent, which is why I enjoy it so much. I think that sour,

slightly is definitely the scent of hormones. I know that Mr. Luo is definitely not a truly formidable woman,

much less the cold, spinster woman of rumors. She is simply serious and intolerant of mistakes; otherwise, she wouldn't have talked to me

so many .

I feel satisfied and excited to see another side of Mr. Luo, who is often called a "devil." Those who cannot appreciate

Mr. Luo's beauty must not be tall enough or strong enough, and think they can't handle this wild horse.

"Student Xu Li."

Mr. Luo's tone was much gentler than in class. She has always been a kind teacher,

but she never shows it in class; it's her professional ethics. She once told me

that the quality of her lectures must be guaranteed in class, and I agree with her. She never adds her own opinions or rambles on, yet she can explain

the issues in detail. Compared to this lady, a certain teacher is simply

a green tea b*tch with nothing but a pretty face and a good body. Of course, I'm referring to my homeroom teacher.

"Do you remember what I talked to you about?"

She handed me a covered bowl of hot tea. "Be careful, it's hot."

"Thank you. I've thought about it since then, but I still feel..." "Xu Li,"

Mr. Luo interrupted me immediately. Although her tone softened, she was still as assertive as ever. This might be her

problem. She thinks she's doing it for the other person's own good. Of course, she's smart and knows what I mean, but it still

makes people feel that she's not very respectful.

"You need to understand, you don't have a tutor right now, which means you don't have a follower. The Chinese-style detached dormitories are so big

, you'd have to pay to have someone clean them. This funding program is actually being paid for by the Grand Consul's government

." "But I still feel that temporary followers..." "Sigh,"

Mr. Luo sighed. For some reason, I could even feel the heat of his breath from those full, red lips

. "I know you're different from some privileged children. You're very kind, really,

much kinder than you think. You don't discriminate against children from ordinary families. You know that many of them will become

followers in the future, serving businesses, the government, or even families like yours. You have a very strong sense of morality, but reality isn't like that

." "Is it wrong not to want pretty girls as my slaves?!"

A surge of anger rose in my heart. I knew Mr. Luo wasn't wrong, that none of it was her fault, yet I still

vented my anger on her. "Besides, those applicants are my classmates, my seniors!"

As I said this, my head started to ache. The scene from that day kept flashing through my mind.

"Xu Li?!"

The teacher didn't mind my inappropriate wording or my rudeness.

I smiled at her, my head still buzzing, as she clutched her head in worry.

That damned scene from that day came flooding back.

That white dress, the dress I gave her; those black knee-high socks, also a gift from me. We

were playing in the room like before, but she had grown up. She wasn't the same person anymore. No,

she had grown up long ago, but I couldn't accept it. I couldn't accept her tears. I only saw her perfect body. She

covered her mouth, afraid to scream, while I lay on her white, jade-like thighs, biting, sucking, and smelling them haphazardly . I even asked her

, "Xu Li!" "Ah!" Mr. Luo, shaking me, pulled me back to reality. I took a few deep breaths, barely registering the softness of his hands. "I'm sorry." "It's nothing. Do you have any bad memories?" "No." "You're lying, student." The teacher smiled gently, possessing a woman's most intuitive sixth sense. "Let me tell you a story." "What ?" "My story." My heart skipped a beat. I looked ahead, then around. The not-so-large office was fully equipped —a sofa, a desk. Could this be...? Pshaw! What am I thinking! Mr. Luo isn't that kind of person; there's nothing ambiguous about it . He looked as if he were reminiscing, a hint of sadness on his face. He even carelessly ruffled his short hair, something he would never normally do. He always maintained his image as an educator and a serious, earnest person. "Me? Actually, I'm not from Jicheng either." "Ah? Ah, teacher, your accent doesn't quite sound like it." "Hehe, did you notice? I was born in the Northwest, into a small family in a certain place. Although my official bloodline is registered as pure-blooded Chinese, my economic situation isn't much better than that of ordinary commoners." This was indeed tragic. I could even foresee the tragic story that was about to unfold. You see, the reason Rome can maintain a considerable proportion of followers is because it promotes higher treatment for legal followers while correspondingly lowering the treatment of commoner employees. The salaries of private followers and the rewards for their loyalty further tempt many to give up their freedom. "Could it be, sir!" "Don't look so grim, it's not that serious." "Oh," I finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Hehe, you're so nervous, I'm embarrassed to continue." But she still continued, telling the story of a girl born into a poor Chinese family, possessing only the virtues of the Chinese people.

The title of nobility, but no wealth to maintain a decent life. Even the girl's school fees had to be borrowed

. To attend higher education, the girl even agreed to her parents' wishes and chose to marry, relying on the dowry to

complete studies. However, she was only eighteen years old that year, and even had to agree to

the condition that she could only continue her studies after her husband's family had a child. "Isn't it ridiculous? This is the place of Roman civilization. At least I can still be bought with money

because of my Chinese heritage ." Luo Yacha's face was filled with a desolation that I could understand. "Sir, haven't you thought about going to Australia? Or America? They..." "Australia ? They don't provide free education for first-generation immigrants. And if I had the money to go there, why would I be unable to complete my studies? America? When you're older, you can go to America and see a real nation-state. Those ethnic groups in Africa and Western Europe that clamor for independence are really not as good as there." At this point, Mr. Luo finally realized his agitation. "Didn't you scare me?" "No, no, no, this is the first time I've heard of a Chinese person like you." "It's alright," Mr. Luo said in a very low voice, sounding quite dejected, as if nothing was wrong. His once upright posture had become frail. "You 're a good child, which is why you sympathize with me. But I don't need sympathy anymore. I've completed my studies and was even selected for military academy. Although I have children and am married, the money my husband's family gave me has been paid off. What I want to talk about now are these children. These children need financial aid. After all, a school isn't a charity. If it were a seminary, the church could provide tuition for all students, but unfortunately, the seminary hasn't received many applications. Most of these children were just short of getting scholarships. Look," Mr. Luo took out a thick stack of application forms, the heading of which read "Application Form for Private Chinese Servant." "These children are all excellent students from ordinary families, including poor Chinese like myself. They are all beautiful and have good grades. They can help you with your studies. Even if you have special requests—though I don't want to say it like this—these children are prepared. Having accepted your aid, they are legally your temporary servants, although this relationship will end with the aid program." "I fell silent. Ever since that incident, I've been resistant to the idea of obedience. My grandfather and aunt wanted to get some girls into my family, but I refused. Could Mr. Luo persuade me? But then I was swayed by her . She got through it all; she sacrificed marriage for her future. But marriage bound her, and not only did she have children, it might bind her for life. These girls, on the other hand, might only be bound for a few years. It's not an unacceptable plan, is it? But no, I can't deceive myself. This is undoubtedly a dirty act. "I'm begging you, Xu Li! No one is forcing you to do anything bad to them, just to sponsor them , " I raised my head. "Could you expand the application to include faculty members?" "Huh? Theoretically, yes, but..." "The gentleman's daughter is in here," I said with difficulty. This was the answer I already knew. The teacher wasn't wealthy; everyone could see that. She had no wasteful habits and dressed simply. "Your tea isn't even good tea. Why? You must have many opportunities to make money at this school, sir ?" The teacher lowered her head again, as if her whole body had relaxed. "It's tea from my hometown. It's cheap, but I like it very much." She began to cover her face, her face now filled with shame. "I don't want to do that." " I've seen all those applications, but only a few are truly outstanding. The one with the best resume looks a lot ." I said calmly. Actually, I didn't want to say these things. If this teacher hadn't refused to pull strings or use back channels, she wouldn't have been struggling to afford the tuition for her daughter's admission. But why did you say so many sentimental things, so many truthful things, all for a selfish purpose? Don't the other students need financial aid? Do you think your daughter is so beautiful that she's worth it for me? Why did you ... Yes, she was a beautiful girl, my girl, but all I could bring her were tears . At that moment, the most sinful thought welled up inside me: this man deserved punishment. This self-righteous female teacher, she herself was flawless, yet I discovered a well-known flaw in her, which gave me strength, even an erection. I walked over, holding my breath, mustering all my courage, and embraced the dazed man. "Mr. Luo? I don't want to harm your daughter." This voluptuous and healthy woman looked at me in surprise, even forgetting to pull away from my groping hands . My breath brushed against her cheeks and neck, I pinched the soft flesh of her hips, and the supple feel of her shoulder muscles gave me a unique sense of conquest. This mature, beautiful, innocent yet slightly flawed female teacher was completely under my control. "Sir, you can serve me in place of your daughter. I will pay a price beyond the state's subsidies. I think the pocket money my grandfather gave me is enough to do this." "I can't, I can't!" The woman's lips trembled, her voice barely audible. I licked her sweet cheekbone flesh . "So fragrant." My hardness pressed against the panicked teacher's waist. Perhaps it was my imagination, but she was actually rubbing my penis . "Teacher, don't forget, you were abusing your power for personal gain before." Hearing that derogatory term, the woman's body stiffened. Soon, she turned her head, nodding with a wronged and helpless expression. She must have thought I hadn't noticed the sexual excitement in her rosy face, or the protrusion of her deep red nipples. (The remaining text appears to be promotional material and not part of the narrative .) "Do you agree or not? Otherwise, I'll go ask Teacher Xia. She's always deliberately trying to get my attention, you know ?" *Slap!* Mr. Luo slapped his huge bulge in his crotch. "I agree! You absolutely can't tell that bitch! " I gasped. Competition really does breed determination, but my little brother immediately went limp. The next morning, I found an application .

"Professor! Professor!"

The middle-aged man in the very center of this "haunted house" ignored the calls from behind, continuing to write something

among the piles , even pausing occasionally to think.

"Professor!!!"

The cute-looking Japanese woman finally couldn't stand the group leader's indifference any longer and shouted at the top of her lungs

.

This finally made the gentleman at the table, whose hairline was already worrying, overreact. "Ah? Kuraki-san?"

"What! Your telegram!" "What is it?" The gentleman, dressed in a neat brown suit,

grinned. He was usually an elegant Englishman, but his uneven teeth added a touch of approachability

. "People still use telegrams these days. A phone call would be enough." "The St. Ricci's birthplace doesn't allow

telephones! And this is a telegram from America, saying it's for academic exchange!" "Don't be so loud!

I'm not hard of hearing yet. What academic exchange?!"

The petite Japanese girl tossed her hair and tossed the telegram directly to the professor. "Read it yourself.

" "It's bound to happen."

The elegant gentleman became nervous, fiddling with his fluffy side parting. "Go and call Ouyang and Xuli. Have them

help us look through our group's previous papers."

"Huh?" "The American occult scholar will arrive tomorrow, hurry up!" "Okay!"

With that, Kuraki ran out from the gap in the bookshelf, leaving the professor alone in the

dimly sofa.

He looked at the telegram on the table and the yellow paper he had just been sketching on, sinking into deep

self-reproach .

Then, he kicked over the stack of books in front of the sofa. "Damn it!"

The dim oil lamp illuminated the telegram, making its contents vaguely legible: [Tomorrow I will arrive

in Zhongshiji City by airship to officially begin academic exchange activities related to occultism. Please give my father's regards.

Professor Hollis, President of the Steamboat Company, Kramer Edison] "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

If the members of the [Department of Human Culture Research] were present, they would be

stunned by the professor's sudden outburst.

Chapter 1 of "Adonis's Vortex":

Sir, Obedient, Club.

"So,"

the tall, young man stared mockingly at the woman before him, his gaze so unrestrained

, observing his teacher like an object being appraised—this simply dressed yet undeniably mature and alluring woman.

Luo Chen was helpless against her student, forced to sit awkwardly on the sofa,

her legs in trousers pressed together, her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, making her breasts beneath her sweater appear even larger and more alluring.

She didn't realize that her deliberate emphasis on her age and status only fueled Xu Li's desire to conquer her.

In her student's eyes, her sex appeal was undeniable, and her inner longing was equally obvious.

"So, sir, you are already my obedient?"

The word "obedient" made Luo Chen's expression change drastically.

Her body trembled slightly. Superficially, she desperately wanted to avoid this word, but reason told her that

she was indeed Xu Li's obedient.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Luo Chen lowered her head, her rustic eyes almost sliding off her nose, her 1.7-meter-tall figure almost shrinking into a ball

. As a law student, she naturally understood the meaning of "obedient.

" This was the system that the New Roman Union had maintained since ancient times. Now, this group was called "obedient," but in the older

days, the term "law" was more directly related to slaves.

After the death of the First Emperor, under the instigation of the court officials, the dynasty was plunged into a protracted rebellion of illegitimate sons .

The Third Emperor Fusu and the Second Emperor Huhai each declared themselves independent, and during this period, remnants of the six states rebelled. When Fusu once again assessed

the world , the First Empire in the center of the world was riddled with problems. However, Heaven did not forsake Qin. Fusu met with the lost Roman army

, learned about Roman laws, reformed the system, and finally stabilized the situation. From then on, a more systematic system of household slaves and slaves was

established. Later, the Thirteenth Emperor's expedition against the barbarians and the establishment of a joint empire with Rome further facilitated

the promulgation . After that, regardless of whether Qin destroyed the Second Empire, King Huai moved the capital, or the Zhongshi Republic, slavery never

disappeared from Eurasia and became more and more deeply rooted. Born in the Zhongshi and the new Rome, how could Luo Chen not understand

the significance of the document she had just given to Xu Li?

"Temporary Servant"

"Please, don't read it."

Luo Chen's once spirited and slightly hoarse voice became soft and gentle. Since her request at the preface ceremony yesterday

, she had understood her fate, but she still didn't want to remove this last veil of modesty.

"Hey!" The boy chuckled. Wearing an open-front pajama

, he was practically disheveled, and disregarding etiquette,

he tossed aside the person who would decide his teacher's fate, and casually sat down next to the female teacher, Luo Chen. He grinned as he scanned Luo Chen from head to toe, from her waist to her forehead, deliberately taking a deep breath and licking his lips. The boy's sexual innuendo made Luo Chen feel hot and ashamed. She should rebuke his rudeness; she was his teacher , but now she was also his slave, not to mention the wetness she felt in her own flower. "Does your husband know about this?" Luo Chen's shoulders trembled. After a long silence, she raised her moist eyes and mustered the courage to look directly at this student she considered a good student. "No." "Oh~" the boy drawled, his tone ambiguous. "Your relationship with your husband is bad? Yes, of course it's bad. After all, you only married him for money." " ..." Luo Chen couldn't refute it. She felt she had fulfilled her obligations to her husband's family after giving birth, and after achieving academic success, she even had a higher status than her husband's family. Although she had moved to Jicheng with her husband and daughter, she hadn't seen her husband . " What's wrong?" "Hmph, I just didn't expect to have to sell myself again." The boy's mouth dropped open. He hadn't expected that this composed and serious female teacher would so quickly reveal her weakness and give herself away . "Well, I don't care about that. I just want to know how long it's been since you last had sex."

"What?! What did you say?"

Luo Chen almost shouted the first "what," but then her face turned red, and she

whispered .

" "Sexual intercourse, copulation, sex."

"Classmate Le Xuli!"

"Now I'm yours."

The courage Luo Chen had just mustered vanished instantly. She knew she couldn't escape. She had

come to the boys' dormitory, a dormitory far more luxurious and comfortable than she had imagined, which made her feel helpless. There

was only . She couldn't escape, and she shouldn't escape.

"Please don't do this."

"It's a simple question, answer me."

Luo Chen's hands gripped her pants, her voice sounding like it was being squeezed from her throat, "It's been a long time

."

"How long?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course,"

the boy got up and sat next to the female teacher, pulling Luo Chen into his arms as he had yesterday, gently holding her

hand, smelling her slightly messy short hair, "You're mine now," the boy said forcefully, "

Of course I need to know what my female slave's body is like."

"

I am a follower."

"Sir, teacher, you understand the true meaning of 'follower' better than I do. Is

there really any limit to what I can do to you?"

As he spoke, the boy kissed her. It wasn't a shy, fleeting kiss, but a bold lick

. Luo Chen's cheeks were wet with the boy's saliva. She pushed and resisted, but the friction between her body and the boy

only intensified their desire.

"It's been so many years, since my daughter was born, I've only done this a few times. Please, don't do this."

The boy listened to her advice and let go of her. "Hmm, very good. Then take off your sweater first."

The sudden words startled Luo Chen, who had just relaxed. "What?!" "

Your shirt, take it off. I'm checking your body. Is there anything strange?"

"This..."

"This isn't a public place. This is where you'll be serving me from now on."

Luo Chen looked at the luxurious Western-style living room. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, making the brown-toned room

feel warm and cozy. The fabric sofa, the exquisite coffee table, the bookshelf and record player in the distance, the scattered newspapers and magazines

, and the tea set in the glass cabinet—all exuded such a sense of life. It was like an illustration from a romance novel, yet she

was forced to do something as lewd as a prostitute.

"Do you need my help?"

The boy's voice grew impatient and cold. Luo Chen felt a sudden, inexplicable fear. It

was strange; she was a quasi-military officer with training, though not serving, but physically and

technically, she could easily overpower the boy if she resisted. Yet, this woman in her early thirties showed no

resistance, carefully removing her turtleneck sweater.

"So big!"

Xu Li exclaimed in surprise. Luo Chen blushed. Her breasts were indeed large; even with a bra, the soft, white skin

and swaying fat were still clearly visible.

The boy eagerly tore off the white cloth wrapped around Luo Chen's chest. "Don't use this anymore. I'll buy you

a bra ."

"No, don't touch me!"

But the boy wouldn't obey his female slave's orders. His large mouth immediately bit the red

dot on her plump, round breasts. The perfectly sized areolas and their delicate granules thrilled him. His wet tongue teased the hardening

nipples.

"Oh~" [How could I do this?!] Luo Chen's toes twitched. She supported

the boy who was clinging to her chest, fine beads of sweat forming on her bare face. "No! This isn't an inspection!" " Mmm

, so delicious, teacher's scent , this pungent yet fragrant smell." The boy's words made

Luo Chen's legs rub together, and she felt an urge to hug him. But at that moment , the boy had a mischievous idea. He pushed away the teacher, whose mouth was open and revealing a wet mouth, stood up, and pulled down his pajama bottoms. "What?!" Luo Chen's eyes rolled back, and her trembling upper body suddenly felt weightless. As she looked for her own body, she saw her pajama bottoms had been pulled down, along with thick hair and a huge, fleshy penis. " So big," Luo Chen thought, but she couldn't say it aloud; it was a matter of her pride as a teacher. The boy stroked the mature teacher's burning face. He noticed that Luo Chen's skin was much better than he had imagined— so supple and elastic, with almost no pores or excess hair. Her cheeks were n't puffy, and her high cheekbones gave her a strong, powerful beauty rather than a softer, more delicate look. The boy held the teacher's chin, and with his other hand, his fingers resolutely plunged into the moist mouth behind her red lips . Luo Chen's lips were beautiful, without any lipstick or lip gloss, yet full and moist. This gave the boy's fingers an almost rapist-like pleasure. Moreover, this thirty-year-old woman's mouth was so gentle and moist; his fingers, coated with viscous saliva, scraped against the woman's inner walls. Luo Chen's eyes glazed over, his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses slipping off his nose. In that instant, the female teacher stirred his heart. Her short, tousled hair was plastered to her face with sweat. Her pretty face, which resembled a monkey swallowing its fingers, lost its intellectual charm without the glasses, but instead appeared more mature. Her two hazy, beautiful phoenix eyes became even more expressive, exuding a repressed sensuality. Luo Chen's hands were now on the boy's hips, his increasingly swollen penis pressing against the woman's warm, soft chin. The fluid seeping from his glans made the female teacher moan. "Ugh, don't rush." "Rush?" Feeling an overwhelming surge of power, the boy suppressed his desire and asked, "Rush what? Leave, or put this thing in?" "Ugh, I don't know." The boy panted heavily, shoving the female teacher against the back of the sofa. He then knelt on the soft sofa, his legs straddling the teacher's sides. He felt the contact between his leg hair and skin and the woman's burning body. He pulled out the finger the woman was sucking and placed his enormous penis in front of Luo Chen's mouth. "Suck it." The man still commanded. Luo Chen hesitated. Yes, she should have refused, but her body felt...

The seemingly endless itching made her want to be ravaged and bullied. Her lips slowly opened, and she finally swallowed

it. Although it was her first time eating it, she was inexplicably skilled and ate with relish. The pungent smell made the female

teacher feel so good. The huge, hard, and hot penis satisfied her. She could feel

the heat , and her nipples, exposed to the air, stood erect. The boy's rough hands rubbed her arms, his fingers

inserted into her armpits, and stroked her sparse armpit hair. She felt both ashamed and incredibly happy.

"Ah,"

the boy's penis, being serviced by a warm, moist mouth and a tongue as nimble as a snake, showed

no sign of arousal, instead swelling even more. He began to hold the woman's head, pressing his thumbs

against Luo Chen's flared nostrils, while his other four fingers pressed against her hairline, rubbing and dragging, using her

mouth as a genital organ, thrusting in and out repeatedly. Occasionally, the air that escaped made a "pop

"

sound between his penis and lips, and his thick penis was also covered in bodily fluids, glistening and translucent.

"So fucking comfortable."

The boy released the woman's head, which was now a mess. Luo Chen had given up resisting,

her pretty face covered in saliva and sweat. What was most alluring was that her hair was very short, completely unable to cover her face, exuding a wanton aura

that was entirely exposed to the boy.

The boy did not ejaculate; his penis was still erect. He forcefully pushed his female slave and teacher onto the sofa.

"Okay, that's enough,"

Luo Chen said weakly, her voice still carrying a coquettish tone. "I'll just use my mouth, okay?"

The boy chuckled and pinched her erect nipple. "Ah~"

"It's so perky."

To be honest, the boy had never seen such beautiful and lewd breasts. The areolas were large, but not too

big , and healthy and full. The nipples on them were incredibly long and thick, like cylindrical toffee.

Imagining toffee, he bent down and sucked a few more times, causing the already sensitive Luo Chen to arch her back even more.

But the boy did not continue to attack her breasts. Instead, he took off her shoes.

"Phew, really, it's amazing."

Luo Chen touched one of the feet and sucked hard through the short stockings, touching the arch, toes, heel, and ankle, leaving no

spot untouched. This caused a large flood to appear in Luo Chen's underwear. "What, what are you doing?"

"Teacher's feet, Mr.'s feet, they're just amazing."

The boy explored Luo Chen's secrets one by one, and now it was the beautiful feet's turn. This was the part he had always fantasized about. The

ankles that were only exposed under the trousers made him have wild thoughts, and the reality was just as he imagined. The fleshy feet that exuded a sweet and sour

smell and warmth were so perfect. The fleshy fragrance that came out under the high heels was neither greasy nor thin. The arch

was high, and the flesh was very well-proportioned. Everything was just right. The feeling of holding them made his previously limp penis reach

a peak .

"Aww!"

He bit down on the teacher's toe, his tongue teasing the restless, slender toes, listing their

sins one by one. Saliva seeped through the socks, tracing the toes' surfaces. Then he pressed his nose against the arch of her beautiful foot,

inhaling deeply.

Luo Chen looked at the boy, who was like a puppy, and felt inexplicably powerless. She tried to move, but

all her strength seemed to have been drained away by the boy and his penis .

She could only weakly resist his invasion of her feet, but just as she was about to pull away, the boy's hand gripped her calf tightly. His large hand was strong, making

her calf hurt, but Luo Chen felt a sense of security . The boy became even more brazen, pulling off all the short stockings from her beautiful feet and satisfying his lust . This made Luo Chen, the female teacher, feel embarrassed. "No, it's dirty." "Dirty what? Such sexy little feet, oh my god, tell me quickly, have you ever used this on anyone else?" "No!" Luo Chen thought to herself, how could that be? Before today, she never thought anyone would be interested in her feet. In fact strictly speaking, Luo Chen didn't even think anyone was interested in her body. Her husband's request many years ago was just the release of desire. The boy was very satisfied with his teacher, who covered her face and dared not look at him. After rubbing her two fleshy feet against his face, he used them to clamp his already throbbing penis. The teacher's bare feet were already hot, but his penis was even hotter. The folds of her curled little feet, when they touched his penis, made Luo Chen scream in surprise again . "What are you calling me, you slut?" "What did you say!" Luo Chen immediately retorted, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to, because she was now doing as the boy wanted, using the arches and toes of her feet to stroke his penis, while her heels were repeatedly pressed by the boy's thumbs. However, the boy still didn't ejaculate. "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you coming yet?" The female teacher, who was originally shy and resistant, asked such a lewd question, which made the boy pause for a moment. Then he stood up angrily, picked up the female teacher who was naked from the waist up, and threw her onto his unmade bed in a few steps. "Ahhhhh!" Luo Chen pounced into the bedding full of the boy's body odor. Her body, which had been tormented to the edge of desire, suddenly trembled, and she came. The scattered blankets prevented her from fully sinking into the soft mattress, and before she could turn over, she was pinned down. Then she felt the belt of her trousers being pulled off. She quickly grabbed her waistband to stop the boy from continuing his assault . "What are you doing! This is enough! I can help you with your studies, clean your room, and get you out of there , but don't go any further, we're not that far apart." But her lips were kissed by the boy who was on her strong, bare back. The two lustful, burning individuals collided , completely exploding. Their tongues intertwined, their lips collided, and their nostrils inhaled each other's breath— they were like a pair of beasts in heat. "I just like mature wives like you." The boy left his teacher's face, forcefully pressing Luo Chen onto the bed, then slapped Luo Chen's upturned, large buttocks. What full and rounded buttocks, the body of a mature woman who had worked out, her lumbar spine with a perfect curvature.

Even the edge of her trousers at the back of her waistband revealed a pair of beautiful buttocks, wide pelvis, and

plump buttocks. Her legs rubbed together, and with a crisp "

smack," everything was on the verge of exploding. "Get off me!"

The boy continued his work, pulling his trousers up to the married female teacher's knees. "The thought that the teacher

is someone else's wife excites me."

The female teacher, like a bitch, arched her back and panted, her panties covering her buttocks, but they were also squeezed into

her buttocks. Her two white and plump buttocks contracted their muscles, creating small indentations on the buttocks from time to time.

This told the boy that Luo Chen was completely aroused.

"Smack!"

However, he was in no hurry to enjoy this woman. Instead, he began to punish her buttocks with his palms. Once, twice,

three times , the white and tender buttocks were slapped until they turned red. The crisp yet dull sound made the woman's beautiful long legs curl up

and her feet overlap.

"What a horny ass."

"You...you like my ass that much?"

Luo Chen said tremblingly, burying her head in the boy's blanket.

"Of course, when you were on the podium during class, I thought your big ass was unique. Now that I've actually hit

it, I can see how amazing its elasticity and resilience are, and how big and thick it is ." "

I knew it."

"What?"

"I knew it, you pervert, you've always wanted the teacher. Yesterday, when you were looking at my ass, your hot breath was practically

hitting my ass!" The muffled sounds coming from under the covers did not affect Luo Chen's excited tone and trembling voice at all . It was practically a naked invitation. The boy took off his robe, pulled aside , and his big penis plunged into the peach blossom spring in the dark forest without hesitation. "Mmm! " "Ah!" The boy and Luo Chen cried out together. Her beautiful back trembled, her hands clutching the blanket, her face peeking out from under it . A large amount of saliva soaked the boy's sheets. The boy, having passed his initial amazement, began his diligent work. "Teacher, I didn't expect us to be so compatible!" The boy's penis was completely in contact with the mature wife's vagina. The splashing of vaginal fluid during the thrusting demonstrated the vagina's narrow yet incredibly flexible nature. Her pink labia were being pounded by the boy's thick member, and her erect clitoris was as lively as a woman's nipple. However, the boy knew better than anyone that he and Luo Chen were perfectly compatible . Those concentric circles of muscles could just touch his sensitive spots, and conversely, his penis seemed to have been made for her. The more he thrust inside, the more it swelled, and the more it swelled, the tighter it became. "Ugh, you bastard! You actually fucked me, your teacher, and even called me 'sir,' you bastard!" "The teacher is the one!" The boy slammed into the female teacher's large buttocks again, making a loud noise that brought immense pleasure to both of them. "Teacher, you said it was for your daughter! Actually, you've always wanted me to fuck you, haven't you? You haven't been with a man , how could you not want to? What do you usually do?" "Ugh, don't touch my feet!" Luo Chen's small feet gripped the sheets, releasing her physical pleasure while struggling to break free from the boy's caresses—it was truly difficult. " What do you mean, what do I do? I don't want you male students!" "Don't you always want to be fucked by guys? Don't you want to be fucked by our big dicks, one after another, until you can't make a sound, until your whole body is covered in semen!" As he spoke, the boy's hands reached under the woman's armpits, pulling Luo Chen's upper body up and speeding up his thrusts. He bit Luo Chen's neck and shoulder, his hands grasping her breasts and pressing her nipples. The two hot bodies seemed to merge into a ball of fire. "It's not because you're watching that I use those things!" "What? What?" The boy became even more excited, his tongue licking Luo Chen's ear, his penis lifting up her thick buttocks. "Ah~ Ah, those toys, really." "I didn't expect a woman with a figure like an athlete and such a serious expression to be a married woman . How did it go with your student?" "Phew, not so great~" "Is that so?" The boy was clearly provoked by the dishonest wife. He released the woman's upper body and gave her swaying, white, plump buttocks a few times. Then he turned his teacher over so that she was facing him, lifting up those two incredibly and muscular legs. Luo Chen, for some reason, began to shyly cover her stomach. "Let go, don't block it, I like it!" The boy pulled the teacher's hand away, while his other hand scratched her flat stomach. "Ah! Ah, stop it!" "Isn't this abs? What are you hiding?" Luo Chen swayed as her folded body trembled, saying embarrassedly, "I don't want to be as skinny as a little girl , don't embarrass me, teacher." The boy grinned and leaned close to the teacher's face, "Only someone as voluptuous and fit as you can get me hard. " "What 'ah'? Don't talk nonsense." The boy continued thrusting while touching her toned thighs, "This is what I like. A woman like you, teacher , you can tell at first glance that you're both beautiful and sexy." As he spoke, his palm traced the muscles of Luo Chen's lower thigh, his fingers scraping the seam between her thigh and buttocks, " Otherwise, why would I want you to be my slave!" "Ugh, stop talking, stop!" "I told you, fuck your mother, you slut, you deliberately shook your ass yesterday thinking I didn't know! Your vagina was as tight as a condom!" The boy, holding the female teacher, made a mess of the bed. The two fleshy creatures had been at it for who knows how long. The woman's buttocks were red, her small feet were wrapped around the man's waist, her breasts swayed, her areolas were covered with teeth marks, her nipples trembled, her small mouth was open, her tongue was stuck out and being bitten by the man, saliva flowed onto the man's and her own faces. "Ahhh, I'm going to cum!" "No, don't come in!" But the boy wasn't that kind. Instead, he kept thrusting his ass into the woman's mature and beautiful body. "Then let me go! And isn't it right for me, a Chinese, to fuck a slut like you? You..."

"But you're a peaceful, happy child, huh? You slut!"

"Ahhhhh, it's inside!"

The boy felt the woman's legs tightly clamped around him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her body arched, and

her lower abdomen pressed against the boy. Her vagina, which had been a mess, suddenly regained its original strength,

gripping his penis tightly. The innermost vortex of flesh opened a small hole, and hot, lustful fluid gushed out. The boy finally

couldn't hold back any longer . After two quick and powerful thrusts, he filled the small hole with his hot liquid, satisfying the woman.

"Ahhh~"

The boy and woman separated. The woman lay on the bed, her face blank, lost in thought.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, no, this isn't right!"

*Slap* The boy habitually slapped his female slave's big buttocks, then pressed his whole face against

the woman's plump buttocks, biting the flesh and inhaling the scent of her juices. A finger slowly approached the anus in the wet crevice of her buttocks.

"No! Not there! Not today!"

*Slap!*

"I told you not to."

"I really can't."

The boy forced the woman into a doggy-style position again, but at that moment, the doorbell of the detached dormitory suddenly rang.

Ring ring ring. "Tsk."

"Stop touching, go quickly."

"No."

The boy touched his penis, wanting to continue, but was stopped by the woman. "Go quickly, it's still

daytime, what if something happens?"

"No."

"Just come again."

Luo Chen said this as a matter of course, which shocked the boy, followed by ecstasy. He then

ran to open the door, still dressed.

Looking at the delighted students, Luo Chen couldn't help but smile gently. "They're so innocent."

"Who is it? Who is it? Stop pressing the button ! You're driving me crazy

!"

I reluctantly walked out and jogged away. Sometimes a house that's too big isn't a good thing, but maybe

it's too small; Mr. Luo and I couldn't hide our voices. I opened the door, and a small girl appeared, probably a head shorter than me, with a strange bob hairstyle , unlike most middle schoolers, and certainly unlike Mr. Luo's rarely styled short hair . Her long hair and neatly trimmed bangs were impeccable. "Kuraki - senpai?" "What, are you unhappy?" "Absolutely not." Of course she was unhappy; who would be happy to be disturbed at a time like this? However, this Japanese exchange student still arrogantly adopted the demeanor of a senior, "Look at you, you're so irresponsible, this is how you are on the weekend, you don't even dress properly." "Yes, yes, what brings you here?" "Of course I have something to say, do you think I would come here for no reason, to confess to you?" "Who would want to be confessed to by you?" "What did you say?!" Senior Kuraki's originally cute and pretty face instantly darkened, revealing the aura of a demon. "No, no, no, it's nothing. So what's up?!" "Come on, come with me to the group. I need to help you find something." "Ha, no way. I'll find someone else." "Aren't you afraid I'll write 'not actively participating in group activities' on your final evaluation?" "No, as long as Professor Hollis is around, you'll never be in power! I will never bow down to evil forces!" "You!" The senior student who was about to get angry and scold me was held down by a hand behind her. A tall, thin boy appeared from the side. "Are you still this grumpy when you wake up? I thought you'd be more accepting if a girl woke you up ." "Senior Ouyang." Ouyang was a bespectacled guy from the science and engineering department. He looked as wise and in control as Professor Hollis. "The professor asked you to come. It seems there's some activity. Stop complaining and hurry up and change your clothes to come with me." "Well, I can't help it if it's the professor." Thinking of the wise scholar who had enlightened me, I really couldn't say no. "Oh, right, I saw a letter in your mailbox earlier, so I brought it for you." With that, Ouyang handed me a high-quality white envelope, complete with a beautiful clay seal . "What's this?" "Don't look," Kuraki-senpai clearly had lost patience with me. "Go change your clothes, we're leaving now . You don't forget the [Haunted House], do you? " "Okay, okay." After dealing with my senpai, I closed the door, thinking about the sexy woman inside, the warm bed—I was really reluctant to leave. Thinking about how to say goodbye as a mature, married woman, and what my plans were, I used the letter opener on the entryway cabinet to cut open the clay seal. What's this? The letter, decorated with arabesque patterns as ornate as the envelope, contained only a few words, but the content was utterly baffling: "[Student Le Xuli, in light of your chosen beneficiary in the tutoring program, we hereby inform you that you have been granted access to the 'Adonis Club.' Please report to the club's activity . Other club members will then provide you with detailed information. If you have any concerns, please do not inquire. Your club spot will automatically expire after one week , and our club will not cause you any trouble. PS. The club's senior members congratulate you, newcomer, but remember to exercise in moderation and treat your partner gently.]" What on earth is going on? The main text, "[Adonis's Vortex] Chapter Two : [The Haunted House]" This is what the students of St. Matteo Ricci Academy call the building before me. The small, Southern European- style villa is covered in vines and moss, its simple brick structure, quirky design, and dilapidated appearance making it seem eerie and sinister. Of course, if you were to call this house a "haunted house," Kuraki-senpai would immediately object. I pushed open the arched door made of precious wood. To be honest, this door was indeed eerie. Despite the luxurious materials, there was no carving or engraving. Perhaps even the craftsmen dared not desecrate such fine materials, only using paint...

The building was decorated with Christian motifs, and although it had lost its former glory due to its age, the artist's

skill was still faintly visible. This was the only thing worth praising about the building.

Creak. "Tsk."

The sound of the door was still so unpleasant.

The moment I opened the door, the bright afternoon sunlight was instantly swallowed by the darkness inside the doorway, and everything

became cold and gloomy. "Phew,"

I adjusted my breathing, finally allowing my body to adjust to the temperature in the [haunted house].

"Hey!"

The sudden call made me shudder. Startled, I saw Kuraki-senpai greeting me.

"Don't scare me! It's naturally dark here!"

"What are you afraid of, you're such a grown-up!"

Kuraki-senpai stood with her hands on her hips; her small frame made her expression not arrogant, but simply cute.

"Although I don't really believe this is a haunted house, what if there's something unclean here?"

"What unclean! This is the former residence of St. Matteo Ricci! There's no place more sacred in the academy!

Okay, the seminary even has a chapel."

"Who cares about the chapel!"

I tried to loudly dispel my discomfort as I walked through the mountain of books,

saying to Kuraki, "Even if Mr. Ricci lived here, even if he did, he couldn't have lived here every day

, right? The residence that King Huai gave him was much better than this. Besides, he's been meeting God for years now.

It wouldn't be surprising if something happened here, would it?"

"Coward!"

Senior Kuraki pouted and mocked me, "What ghosts or monsters have you seen? It's not like it's your first time here."

"That's what you say!"

Just as I relaxed, a dark figure came into view. The figure seemed to be a woman, wearing

a medieval dress, standing right in front of me.

"What are you yelling for, Riko? Ignore him."

"Ah, yes, Kuraki-san."

The dark figure gradually approached Kuraki and me, revealing its form. It turned out to be Riko, the

maid .

She and Kuraki were both from Japan, in their early twenties, slightly petite, but her Gallic-style

maid outfit gave her a mixed exotic charm.

The maid always seemed flustered because of her seriousness. She nodded to Kuraki-senpai while trying to

signal to me, unable to attend to both.

"Oh, oh, hello Riko."

"Yes!"

Riko straightened her neck and answered loudly, which made me feel at a loss as well. "Um, um."

She was actually a pretty girl, but her nervous demeanor made her uninteresting and unsympathetic

.

We arrived at the reception room on the first floor of the "haunted house." Although it was called a reception room, it was now completely

surrounded by bookshelves and piles of books, with only a few single armchairs in the center for people to rest.

It seemed that Senior Ouyang had already started working ahead of us, buried in colorful notes and books

.

"You're here."

"Hmm."

I knew he had a cold personality, so I didn't stand on ceremony. "What did the professor send us here for?"

"Ahem,"

a hoarse male voice rose from a pile of books in the corner. His dark suit made him seem like he was

one with the books. "A formality."

He was a middle-aged gentleman with a receding hairline and signs of balding . He twisted his stiff waist, looking

like he had to admit he was getting old. "Helping you find some old papers, really. You didn't even say so earlier that you were coming tomorrow. So

these rich American scholars, their parents are capitalists, and they don't even know how to be polite. " The elderly gentleman rubbed his smooth, side-parted hair, a look of distress and strangeness I'd never seen before on his face. "Well, it's good that you're all here. Help me look through it, I have to go out for a bit." "What?! Where is the professor going? You're a professor!" But the gentlemanly professor waved his hand, completely out of character, grabbed his coat, and hurriedly left . "Jin'an, you take cough cough and the other two and keep looking. Oh, and Pear, don't bother preparing afternoon , cough cough cough. " "Huh?! Yes!" At this point, Pear, who wasn't good at keeping up with the situation, realized she'd forgotten to prepare tea and snacks, and followed the professor out of the reception room. "Honestly, what's wrong with this place? They said they'd tidy it up tomorrow when guests come." "Come on." I didn't think this doghouse, piled high with weeds called books, could be cleaned up in a few months. Besides, given the professor's and our personalities, we'd definitely be reluctant to throw this book away or that book away, but with all those books piled up, we wouldn't know where to put them, and in the end, it would all be left unresolved. "I received a telegram after you left." Ouyang adjusted his glasses, tossed the half-meter-thick file folder he was carrying onto the desk, and used the dim light to look at the papers of the students in the Department of Anthropology. "What?" Senior Kuraki was a little slow to catch up with Ouyang's pace. I actually looked down on this slow-witted creature called the department head, but I was also afraid that she would make things difficult for me from time to time. "It means that the professor saw the telegram, and it might be urgent, so he left." Oh ho, this girl is glaring at me in the dark. "Showing off, huh? You think you know everything!" Seriously, she's a male, she's Japanese, but she has no gentleness at all, and her dialect is as slick as Jasmine's. "Yes, yes, but what's wrong with the professor today? Is he not feeling well?" "I don't know, he's been coughing just now, maybe his old problem has flared up." Although Senior Ouyang answered my question, she was also a little impatient with our inaction and waved for us to hurry up and find the papers. "Find something decent, something those American bumpkins can show you tomorrow." But what did "decent" mean? I wasn't sure, and Kuraki-senpai clearly had no idea either. So, using her department head authority, she dumped most of the materials she was supposed to find on me. I endured the dust in the file folder and the smell of musty paper, scrutinizing each unreliable article title. "By the way, what's the professor's quirk?"

Because the "haunted house" lacked lighting, and the only window in the room surrounded by corridors was

completely blocked by a huge bookshelf—I don't know which senior designed it—we could only huddle around the desk amidst the piles of books

, the three of us practically crammed together, flipping through papers.

"Didn't you know?"

Kuraki-senpai immediately perked up, as if showing off something. "It's said the professor used to overwork himself and

had lung problems. When I first joined the department, some seniors told me he'd gotten much better in recent years."

"You just joined?"

I glanced at the Japanese senior. "That was ages ago! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

!"

I broke free from Kuraki's rough handling, slapping away her hand—a small, smooth hand, yet surprisingly strong.

"I mean, back then you had other seniors, look at us now."

"Well,"

Senior Ouyang, who was looking at the documents, unusually joined our discussion. He usually didn't like us bickering

. "It might be because of the changes in admission requirements in the last two years. You know, they can admit those who were never accepted before

, even if they are children of corporate followers."

Corporate followers—this is a concept I'm very familiar with as a law student. It refers to

a type of follower other than those owned by individuals or families. Generally, they are free individuals leased long-term by corporations with legal fictitious identities

. Simply put, they are slaves of the company. But because of the rules and regulations for followers, they are

easier to control than ordinary employees. Once they sign a contract, they have to serve the company until retirement age. Although they

cannot oppose any decisions, the wages are high, and many poor people are willing to become corporate followers.

"Well, well."

I didn't want to comment on such a controversial issue. The academy and the government would have their own conclusions. Although I could understand

those private followers, after all, they were not born or sold into following (slavery) without their own free will,

and followers of the powerful and wealthy actually had a much higher status than ordinary people. But those who voluntarily sold their personal relationships

were despicable.

"Hey!"

Senior Kuraki looked at us with an exasperation. "Why are you looking down on them? It's not because

the kids from the subservient families are more hardworking and pragmatic that fewer of you rich kids are enrolling. It's not

that those poor kids aren't interested in this kind of club, it's just..."

"It's just that they don't have the time, the experience, or the inclination to participate." Senior Ouyang

said decisively. He was telling the truth. The only way for those kids to escape their subservient status was to study hard and scheme in the academy. The student council was much more attractive than this kind of neglected club , of course, provided that the student council accepted them. "So, the number of followers in Fusang is decreasing? But Kuraki-senpai's family must have a lot, right?" "It's not decreasing." For once, the senior didn't refute my point of view. "You know, the recent unified allocation of followers has made Fusang 's followers unable to make ends meet. The number of new followers added each year is actually in a negative growth state. And now, Fusang families don't really need them anymore. In short, although my family has them, we don't look down on them like you do!" "Hey, hey," I shrugged, not commenting on her words. Senior Ouyang didn't respond at all, but instead of causing trouble for Ouyang, she pointed at me and said, "What a disgusting man, no compassion. Have you never ?" "Hmph, you're really idle." It's not that I haven't thought about it. Yes, how could I not have thought about it? My mind couldn't help but recall that beautiful figure again. [Prelude Prelude Did you forget to do your homework again? Prelude] "Mr. Le!?" "Ah? Pear." " Come, please have some tea." Pear saw that I had come out of my reverie and finally felt relieved, placing the brewed black tea next to me. "Okay, thank you." Hearing my words, Pear, who had her head down, seemed a little shy, unaccustomed to such praise; her ears were even turning slightly red. "Hey, Pear, don't put it there! What if it spills on the paper?" Senior Kuraki seemed disapproving of our behavior. Perhaps it was unintentional, but it immediately made Pear tense again , bowing repeatedly. "I'm so sorry, I'm really so sorry!" "Eh? Eh! Pear, don't be like that, it's really nothing, just be careful next time, okay?" Seeing the awkwardness, I quickly changed the subject. "Pear, you really are a follower from the beginning, aren't you ?" "Huh?" The first question came from Senior Kuraki. "How did you know?" However, Pear's flustered expression, clutching her skirt, already confirmed the fact. "Yes." "Ah, if it's inconvenient, don't say anything. Go see if there are any snacks for us." "Okay, okay!" Pear gave me a grateful look and happily agreed. "Hey, how did you know?!" "It's the mark of the obedient, on their necks, it's the pattern of the Xia people." "Oh?" Ouyang lowered her head, but her voice sounded interested. "You're knowledgeable about patterns? There aren't many people who can recognize all those random patterns these days." "Well, I've seen it at my family's obedient." "You're a pervert!!!" What? Why are you looking at me like that, like you've bullied your female slaves at home! No, there is indeed a female slave in the dormitory waiting for me to bully her. Just thinking about the teacher's mature, hot, and voluptuous body makes me feel energetic. "How disgusting, I didn't expect you to actually abuse your female obedients at home." "No way!!!" Ouyang and Cangmu were startled by my voice and looked up. Only then did I realize that my instinctive reaction was inappropriate. "No way, don't talk nonsense." "Hmph, I'll talk to you, you pervert, you're filthy, you don't treat obedients like human beings!" Cangmu's words left me speechless. She must know that these words could hurt me, could hurt me, that's why she said that to me. Sometimes I really feel like she and I are the same kind of people. She said, if I truly didn't consider those who obeyed me as human beings...

What good would that do? "Strictly speaking,"

Ouyang looked at Kuraki seriously, "obedients are indeed not people, but the property of their owners. Although unprovoked

violence is also a crime, private obedients have many rights, and corporate obedients are even more free, but those rights are given to them by the person who

signed the contract. So, Kuraki, don't say things like that."

"Yes."

Kuraki knew he had said something very radical and inappropriate, and silently admitted it. The atmosphere dropped to

freezing point .

"Haha, Senior Ouyang should really come to law school and study engineering."

"Oh, I'll consider it." "

"

Encountering someone who can't hold a conversation, I can only concentrate on finding papers. I picked up a Western-style teacup and took

a sip of the slightly sweet tea.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a series of papers made me feel interested.

"Even articles on love divination are being written. Look, there's '

Methods of ,' 'The Tradition of Love Divination in the Greek City-States,' and a bunch more from the time of the Five Good Emperors. The author is

called P.H. (only abbreviation), probably British, and most likely a woman." "

Don't be sexist! Machiavellian!"

"Hey!"

"That's indeed your fault, Propriety."

"Why is Senior Ouyang here too!"

Despite their huge differences on obedience, they're so progressive on gender equality. The public opinion of the New Roman Union

is truly strange.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

Kuraki tilted his head, looking at me with some concern. "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

"Go to hell."

Yes, I didn't take the wrong medicine. I don't use medicine when I ride women.

However, the last article written by this person named P.H. was a bit strange.

["Speculations on Other Uses of the Chinese Immortal Alchemy Techniques"] What else is there to speculate about in alchemy?

P.H.'s research has quite a wide scope.

—In the end, I did find

a few decent papers, such as "The Taboos of Building Ancient Roman Temples"

and "The Development of Totems in the Central Plains," but they weren't exactly mystical at all. I wondered if the visiting scholar tomorrow would

be satisfied.

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But none of that mattered anymore. The professor didn't even show up, clearly not caring about the papers

. I declined Kuraki's request to work overtime, citing the professor's reasons. Ouyang Jin'an obviously had other

things to do, so we parted ways before dinner. Who cared whether that unfortunate scholar

had ? I was more concerned about my beautiful dorm teacher. However, when I arrived at the dorm, I

was greeted by an empty room.

"What? Is that all?"

Yes, how could a teacher just obey a student like that? What was I thinking? Would Professor Luo

really wait for me? But I felt an emptiness in my heart, like

something warm had been ripped away after "she" really left.

"But I have the right to let her stay here, right? No, what's the point?"

I lay back on the large sofa where I used to play with my teacher. It was a much bigger

model enough to seat four or five people. But now I had a feeling that the sofa in that dilapidated house was the more wonderful

and fulfilling one. At least there I could talk to that lunatic Kuraki and that brooding Ouyang, and there was always

a nervous little maid.

Just as I was contemplating life, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Squeak, then the sound of shoes hitting the floor, but the person making the sound was obviously very careful, as if afraid of

breaking something, or as if afraid of waking someone.

Luo Chen carefully arrived at her current residence,

a house several times larger than her own dormitory as a teacher. It made Luo Chen, who didn't come from a wealthy background,

feel indifferent, yet she longed for its luxury.

As she approached the living room, she heard hurried footsteps.

A series of knocks sounded before her as Xu Li, his face beaming with joy, appeared. "Teacher!"

Xu Li couldn't contain his excitement, but quickly regained his composure. "Teacher? Where have you been?

"

"I went to change my clothes because just now, just now..."

Luo Chen was usually a decisive person, known for her efficient and efficient work style among her colleagues, but at this crucial

moment , she stammered. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and her student's face also turned red; they both knew what had just happened.

"Your sweater got stuck to it, and the rest of it was all wrinkled, so I went to get it."

Luo Chen finished speaking with feigned composure, then nervously placed her hands on her lower abdomen. Looking at her male

student , who was also her man, she unconsciously bit her lower lip.

"Oh, yes, yes. By the way, why are you so late?"

Xu Li's voice sounded somewhat reproachful. After the initial joy, he began to realize his authority

and started to disapprove of Luo Chen's behavior.

"I'm sorry."

Luo Chen trembled slightly. She wasn't used to being so subservient, yet

a desire to obey surged within her, a desire that made her body heat up and teased her heart.

"Look,"

Luo Chen showed Xu Li the cloth bag in her hand, "I thought you hadn't eaten, so I went to buy some

ingredients. Your kitchen should be usable, right?"

"Oh, yes, yes. But I've never used it before."

Luo Chen flashed a confident smile that seemed to say, "Give me the bag." That capable demeanor made Xu Li

realize for the first time that the other woman was indeed a mature woman, possessing all the skills a woman should have.

Luo Chen skillfully took out vegetables and pieces of meat to prepare, while Xu Li sat at the unused dining table,

watching her teacher, her follower.

Luo Chen changed into a white shirt, and her pants were a different color, but the material seemed the same—not particularly

exquisite , yet still showing off her large buttocks, and they seemed even tighter.

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Perhaps it was just Xu Li's imagination. He didn't think Luo Chen would deliberately show him her buttocks. Luo Chen

was indeed just preparing ingredients. But this was the first time she'd done this in a man's house. It had been many years since

she'd cooked for her husband—no, she'd never served him like this before. She'd only cooked for

her Her understanding of relationships wasn't complicated, but the nervousness in her heart was indescribable. That's why her mature body stiffened, and her full,

straight thighs and buttocks became slightly prominent.

"Gulp."

The sound of the boy swallowing was so clear in the quiet restaurant.

The sound of the faucet running continued, but Luo Chen's movements stopped.

She heard Xu Li's eager moan, a moan that aroused her desire as well. It was a man's

longing for her, the longing of her young, handsome, and wealthy student. From any angle, it

made Luo Chen, a mature woman, feel a surge of weakness. She stood there stunned for a while before deciding to continue cooking

instead of looking at Xu Li. She felt she hadn't reached that point yet; she still had her dignity.

"Wait a minute, it'll be ready soon. I just don't know if you'll like it."

These formulaic words sent a jolt through Xu Li, who had been admiring Luo Chen's swaying body behind her.

Suddenly, the boy felt that her pert buttocks were no longer erotic, her slender waist and soft breasts no longer attractive. From the exposed

ankles to the wispy hair on her snow-white neck, everything seemed to merge into one .

Even the rustic glasses that accentuated his teacher-like qualities, the glasses that had filled him with a strange desire to conquer, now seemed intellectual.

[Mom.

] That was the only thought in his mind at that moment.

Xu Li didn't remember when Luo Chen finished cooking, or how they

ate in near silence. Finally, Luo Chen, noticing Xu Li's infatuated yet fleeting gaze, asked,

"Le? Xu Li? What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing. Nothing."

Xu Li put down his chopsticks, looking at the neatly arranged plates on the table, at the dishes he had almost

thoroughly savored, and felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

"Um, the American corn, carrot, and lamb chop soup is really, really delicious

."

Luo Chen smiled happily upon hearing this, not from a man's acknowledgment of her beauty,

but from a more down-to-earth and ordinary appreciation. "It's a hometown recipe; I didn't expect you to like it so much."

"Yeah, I like it a lot. How could I not like it?"

Xu Li was surprised by his own question, but he still wanted to say it, "It's been so long since anyone cooked for me.

"

"Huh?"

Luo Chen showed a surprised and pitiful expression, but Xu Li didn't feel any malice from that expression; it was just simple

concern.

Xu Li didn't know why he was happy to be cared for by Luo Chen. She was just a subservient

person , or to put it bluntly, a slave to his strange interests. He loved that mature and healthy female body,

the inherent lust, the perfect proportions, the face that wasn't revealing or seductive but possessed charm and eroticism

. Yes, there was a certain maternal instinct there, not entirely maternal instinct, but the image of the perfect woman.

"It's been a long time since anyone cooked for me like my mother did."

Xu Li, despite being taught by his grandfather not to reveal his true

feelings to those he disliked, still spoke his mind.

"Huh?"

Luo Chen was genuinely surprised this time. "Really? Wait, what about your mother?"

"Dead."

Xu Li answered quickly and definitively. "With my father, a long time ago."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I'm used to it. I have Qin, after all, I'm used to it."

Xu Li thought of that person again. He hated his own infatuation. He knew the other person only saw him as a

person, yet he had foolishly given his true feelings. So how did Teacher Luo really treat him? Xu Li

didn't want to suspect that the strict, impartial teacher was acting, but he had to be wary—

it was his self-protective mechanism. He was already regretting what he had just said

.

"If you want, I can cook for you every day. You can treat me like your mother."

"Teacher!"

Xu Li interrupted him. "You are my servant, my tutor, remember?" "

..."

Luo Chen simply opened his mouth again. "Yes."

"So, we can't have any other feelings. Also, when there's no one else around, call me Young Master,

or whatever."

"Le Tong!"

"Don't call me that!"

Luo Chen's way of addressing him reminded Xu Li that he was still his student, but Luo Chen didn't. She felt dissatisfied and indignant,

yet for some reason, she understood Xu Li. Then, she generously called out in her clear, cool voice, just like when she was teaching, "

Yes, Young Master."

At that moment, they both felt that they had accepted their relationship with each other.

But compared to Xu Li's anxiety and uncertainty, Luo Chen was somewhat dissatisfied with this cold relationship. "Actually,

actually I came late just now because I was afraid that others would see me in your dormitory. From now on,

you'll live here."

"No, if people see me in your..."

"Call me Young Master!"

"Yes."

Luo Chen suddenly felt that she was being controlled, and her body instinctively answered yes. "If they see me

with Young Master..."

"Don't be afraid of what they will say. Besides, what's there to be afraid of? You're already mine, aren't you, Teacher?

"

"Yes, Young Master."

Luo Chen sensed the other's wicked humor. She squeezed her ample chest and made

a vulnerable appearance that she herself could hardly believe.

"But young master, wouldn't this disrupt our normal lives? You wouldn't want people gossiping about you, would you

?"

"Uh..."

This question stumped Xu Li. After all, he was still just a kid under twenty, with no

experience dealing with this kind of situation, nor any experience seriously engaging in a power struggle with a mature woman like Luo Chen. "Besides, young

master, you can come to my dormitory. Although it's not as big as here, it's usually more convenient for students to come to the teachers' dormitory, right?

"

"The women's dormitory? Is that convenient?"

"I'm a married, adult female teacher, and I'm not young anymore."

"How could a teacher not be beautiful? Don't you know how hard you make me?"

However, Luo Chen had no experience dealing with people, and the young man spoke such words without any restraint.

"And is the teacher more excited in her own dormitory?"

Luo Chen's chair twitched back an inch. "No."

"No what?"

Only then did Luo Chen realize that they were talking about sex, about

the place where they would have sex and do illicit things.

Her body felt hot, her thighs pressed tightly together, and her fair and even hands clenched into fists and pressed firmly on

the table.

"Hoo,"

Luo Chen exhaled, and this breath instantly made the atmosphere between the two of them hazy and erotic.

"Stand up!"

Xu Li commanded.

"Let me take a shower, young master."

Although she said this, Luo Chen was completely submissive, and he was getting more and more

used to .

" "No, I like the smell of a little sweat on the teacher."

The boy pushed the mature woman's back, leading her step by step to the table in the kitchen where there were still

untidy vegetable scraps.

The boy reveled in the process, one hand roaming freely over the teacher's smooth back, teasing the hem of her braless

breasts , while the other hand gripped Luo Chen's full shoulders, wantonly fondling them.

His movements below were even more unrestrained; his already erect penis pressed tightly against Luo Chen's

large buttocks through their trousers, trembling incessantly within her plump flesh.

"Mmm, young master~"

"You're such a slut, you've gotten used to it so quickly?"

"Ahhh, what do you want me to do, teacher? Stop touching my buttocks~"

Luo Chen's buttocks were also her sensitive spot, a fact Xu Li had already discovered, so tonight he

focused even more on fondling the woman's buttocks, rubbing his penis against her buttocks through their trousers, his hands

caressing her , sometimes like stroking a ball, sometimes like kneading cotton, causing Luo Chen's garden to overflow, and her

eyes to become ambiguous and hazy, filled with a sensual atmosphere.

Xu Li, feeling smug as he looked at the woman he had aroused, removed her already loose top.

His actions were so brutal that the already impoverished female teacher felt sorry for him. "Don't worry,"

Xu Li whispered in the teacher's ear, inhaling the scent of her hair and the sweat on her neck.

"Your daughter's money should be transferred tomorrow, and I'll take you shopping for new clothes. How about it, being

the young master 's little slut is quite lucrative, isn't it, Teacher Luo?"

"Don't bully me~"

Xu Li's penis thrust into Luo Chen's mons pubis, causing the female teacher's large buttocks to

tremble Her buttocks tightened and then relaxed, the tactile and visual impact almost causing the boy

to climax along with the mature, unsuspecting female teacher.

"Ah~ Hah~"

"Here, put this on."

With a dazed and seductive gaze and flushed cheeks, Luo Chen was dressed in a simple pink apron by Xu Li.

"What are you doing?!"

Halfway through her sentence, Xu Li pulled the teacher's pants down to just below her buttocks, to the fullest part of her thighs.

"Didn't you want to be my mother? Then wear an apron and cook for people, but you're just someone's food

, hmph."

As Xu Li spoke, she touched her bare buttocks, tightening her white underwear even more, making it cling to her genitals like a thong while

fully revealing her full, white, and smooth buttocks. "Take off your shoes." "Mmm~ Ugh..." *Slap slap slap slap* Xu Li slapped the buttocks that tempted men to commit crimes, but which were usually hidden in her unfashionable trousers . He felt the trembling of her fair flesh, and breathed hot air onto her mature yet firm face, while commanding, "Hurry up and take them off." The teacher obediently and somewhat hurriedly took off her flat shoes. She was also shorter, and Xu Li kicked off his own shoes. *Thump, thump.* The two stood barefoot in the tiled kitchen, their hot bodies pressed together. Xu Li's naked penis was exposed, and his hands moved over her buttocks covered in red handprints and her soft, pinched breasts . Xu Li kissed the female teacher's cheeks, kissed the back of her neck, and stared at her already overflowing garden with his penis, feeling the hot, clear love fluid, feeling the female pubic hair that symbolized sexual desire. * Slap slap slap!* He couldn't help but slap the woman's buttocks again. "Ugh!!~" "You're acting like a female beast, can you still call yourself a teacher?!" "Ha, I'm just a human's slave, just a woman for you to vent your lust." Luo Chen's straight eyebrows obediently curved as she tried to find the person behind her, her fair arms also wrapping around him. Their current position was Xu Li's favorite rear entry position, and because , they were even closer. Slap! The boy rubbed his penis violently back and forth against Luo Chen's mons pubis, his large hands constantly visiting Luo Chen's hidden labia , sensitive buttocks, and her inner thighs were wantonly played with. The female teacher's stray hairs clung to her face with sweat, making her look delicate and erotic. "Hmm? Want to be my mother? Then be my slave mother and be fucked in the kitchen!" "Yes~ Hmm, please bully me!" Slap slap slap! Xu Li slapped the teacher's buttocks three times with both hands at the same time, then satisfiedly tore off the wet little strip of cloth, and his penis entered the warm flesh pot with ease. "Ahhhhhhh! ~Human~ Xu Li~ Ahhhhhhh! Fuck Mommy!" "Fuck!" For some reason, Xu Li always liked to swear when he was playing with this female teacher. It seemed that the swear words he usually disdained were a way to express his feelings. "Fuck!" Slap! He cursed once, fucked once, and slapped that trembling ass once. He saw the mature woman's toes digging into the ground, he saw that thirty-year-old woman trembling because of his thick penis , he saw that ass he was slapping and ravaging, her vulva splattering with lustful fluids. "Ahhhhhh!" Slap! He slapped that soft, plump, and lewd ass with both hands again, "Fuck you, you slutty mommy,

"Fuck you, you slutty slave!"

"Yes!! Ah~ Yes, yes!"

"What will your daughter think if she sees this!"

The boy hugged the poor female teacher's big ass and kept thrusting, like a male dog fucking a female dog, swaying

his hips, "Having a mother like this is really shameful!"

"Yes! Ah, ah, big ass slutty mother has disgraced her daughter, please harder, please fuck this slutty mother with

your cock !"

"Ahhhhh, Mom!"

The boy hugged the woman's body tightly, groping her abdomen and breasts, his ass thrusting like a piston

, completely ignoring the woman's panting, ignoring the woman's lewd and sensitive ass trembling like waves,

ignoring the nipples he was playing with that were hard as little fingers, he frantically thrust into the woman's slutty cunt, frantically ravaging

the slutty flesh of his thirty-year-old female slave.

There were only two words in his mind, slut, mother.

He didn't know who he was venting to, or if he was questioning Luo Chen's daughter, "You slut,

huh?"

"Ah, yes!"

Luo Chen twisted her fat buttocks, trying to regain some consciousness on the verge of orgasm, but her efforts were very limited.

Not to mention her sore thighs, her incredibly pleasurable buttocks and cunt, and her nipples that were being played with until they were about to produce milk, she

was almost brought to orgasm just by having her neck bitten.

"You slut, give your daughter a baby! Cuckold your husband! You

slutty mother!"

"Ah!"

"I'm coming!"

Xu Li felt the critical point, his penis and the writhing, trembling cunt were almost completely sticking together, and

he could clearly feel the uterus probing the head of his penis. The muddy and lewd cunt finally reached orgasm first. Luo Chen's

body twisted desperately, shouting "Man," using her buttocks to please the young boy, and then opening her flower core. Finally

, she received the boy's hot essence again, that fiery liquid that should never be given to a mother or teacher.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp,"

the boy tugged at the apron-clad teacher who was about to lie on the couch, grabbing her arm to maintain her

balance .

"Ah! Ah!"

Before he could finish ejaculating, seeing her languid, sexually satisfied, rosy body, he began thrusting

violently .

Luo Chen didn't know where they had done it, or how many times

she had been penetrated. When she regained consciousness, she was already on the boy's large bed. They were inhaling

each other's scent. The boy was lying in the crook of her arm, rubbing his face against her sparse armpit hair, his still-erect

penis pressed against the teacher's beautifully curved thighs.

The woman was still conscious, but her back and waist ached. What was certain was that she had never felt so satisfied, but Luo

Chen dared not like this feeling. It was sinful. Betraying his daughter was just something he said during flirting

.

Luo Chen held the sleeping boy and chuckled to herself. She felt her body's desire for him, the strength of his

body and . She couldn't help but ask herself, "Can I really escape from here?"

She didn't want an answer; she was afraid. She lovingly and contentedly stroked the boy's hair, then looked once more

at that handsome face that made her feel so embarrassed. She didn't know if she had seduced her student first.

She didn't know how many times she had turned her hips towards him, how many times she had hinted at her voluptuous body. She didn't know

why she had specifically flaunted her charms towards this boy.

"Mmm,"

the boy pressed against Luo Chen's chest shifted uncomfortably.

"Don't go,"

he said, holding her even tighter.

Upon hearing this murmur in her sleep, something within Luo Chen was touched, something was liberated—it was the awakening of her maternal and

feminine instincts, the pleasure of being needed and conquered. She tightly embraced this student, who

could and whispered in his ear in her mature yet sensual voice, "I won't leave, I won't leave."

But the boy's words trailed off, "Don't go, don't go, Qianxu,

Qingmu."

That feminine name shocked Luo Chen, even carrying a feeling of insult and abandonment. She

hugged the boy tightly with resentment, rubbing her genitals against him forcefully. Her mind was now filled with

the question: who was that name?

Luo Chen found it hard to believe that one day she would feel hatred towards a woman she had never met.

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