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The distorted second semester has officially begun...
Welcome to the prelude to the pre-final carnival. 　　This
article was first published on Dongshengzhou Related Enterprises, Tianxiang Chinese Literature, and Forbidden Bookstore. Please retain this 　　paragraph
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********** 　　... 　　"It won't hurt anymore soon." Yu Bei panted softly, lowering her head and slowly 　　circling the tip of her nipple, which was peeking out from the clamp, with the tip of her tongue. "Xiao Nan likes me the most, right? Let me help you, you'll feel better in a bit." 　　Her tender lower body was still swallowing a hot, hard penis, and the buzzing vibrator 　　was fiercely pressing against her sensitive clitoris, which had been peeled back. After Yu Bei's tongue played with it for a while, Yang Nan's expression suddenly 　　became confused. She seemed unable to tell whether the pain would make her pleasure even stronger, or 　　whether the pain would highlight the sweetness of her sexual desire, like a watermelon sprinkled with salt. 　　“I heard that this makes the pleasure even stronger.” Yu Bei sat up, took out a blindfold from her pocket, bent down 　　and put it on Yang Nan’s head. “Try it.” 　　“But… I can’t see anything. Ugh…” Deprived of her sight, Yang Nan 　　shook her head left and right uncomfortably, but Yu Bei immediately kissed her, her small tongue entwining with Yang Nan’s. 　　After a while of wet kissing, sensing that Yang Nan was about to reach her climax, Yu Bei raised her head, licked her rosy lips, and 　　took out another clip from her bag. This clip was smaller, with blunter and softer teeth, and was shiny silver 　　, with a small bell trailing from its tail. 　　“Xiao Bei… why aren’t you kissing me anymore?” Yang Nan couldn’t move anywhere, so she could only plead. Her wet 　　little hole was tightening around Zhao Tao’s penis, clearly about to reach a blissful climax. 　　Yu Bei didn't answer. Instead, she pushed the vibrator out of Zhao Tao's hand and carefully pressed her slender fingers 　　against the sides of Yang Nan's clitoris, squeezing the tender pink clitoris between her fingertips. She lowered her head and, in 　　rhythm with Zhao Tao's thrusts, gently licked it a few times. 　　"Mmm... Xiao Bei... ahh... so good... harder... lick harder, okay? 　　Let me lick you too..." 　　Yu Bei opened her teeth and gently nibbled at her clitoris, stimulating her thighs to twitch violently. Her vaginal muscles tightened around 　　Zhao Tao, making him groan softly. He stroked her white thighs and swayed even more vigorously. 　　"Ah, ahh... Xiao Bei... Xiao Bei... I... I'm going to come..." Yang Nan's moans suddenly rose 　　, her bound hands gripping her ankles tightly. The clips on her nipples swayed, clearly indicating she had reached 　　the peak of pleasure. 　　Yu Bei immediately raised her head and accurately clipped the small clip onto Yang Nan's erect clitoris. 　　"Ugh—it hurts… Xiao Bei… you… you… ahh…" The squeezing pain pierced through her naked 　　body, but the climax was not interrupted, and Zhao Tao's fierce thrusting did not stop. Yang Nan's muffled groans were finally tinged 　　with pleasure, and with the crisp ringing of bells, this twisted ecstasy was completed. 　　"Xiao Nan is really amazing." Yu Bei put her fingers into Yang Nan's mouth, playing with her wet tongue, and 　　murmured breathlessly, "I never knew what an orgasm felt like before, but now I do, and it's especially hard to come by 　　. I really envy you, with something stuffed in your anus, and clamps on your nipples and genitals, you're clearly crying out in pain, yet you can still 　　have such a pleasurable orgasm." 　　"No… umm… I… I didn't…" Yang Nan protested softly, but 　　the love juice that kept flowing from her flower wouldn't lie; her body was indeed aroused. 　　“She’s not being honest, Xiao Bei, how should we punish her?” Zhao Tao felt he was about to ejaculate 　　, so he simply pulled out and stepped over to insert it into Yang Nan’s mouth to ease the tension. 　　Yu Bei lay down on her side, stroking the slightly swaying anal plug base in Yang Nan’s buttocks, and said, “Didn’t you want to 　　see how embarrassing it was for Xiao Nan to poop when we showered? Bring her over, and I’ll demonstrate for you.” 　　“Waaah…no…no, Xiao Bei, please, no…I…I don’t want anyone to see… 　　I don’t want…” Yang Nan quickly pleaded. 　　Zhao Tao deliberately feigned anger, got out of bed, put on his slippers, picked her up, and hugged her tightly. "Am I 　　someone else? Come on, Xiao Bei, this disobedient little fool needs to be punished properly." 　　"No... Zhao Tao, I... I didn't mean it that way, it's so embarrassing, so embarrassing... No 　　, no, ahh... please let me go..." 　　Zhao Tao suppressed a laugh, carrying Yang Nan all the way to the bathroom, lowering the toilet seat, and making her 　　lie across it in a difficult, tied-up position. 　　Yu Bei closed the door, but instead of using the showerhead she usually used, she took out a large 　　enema syringe from her pocket, which was easier to control the water flow than a hose. 　　After removing the anal plug, Yang Nan seemed to realize that her fate was irreversible, sobbing softly as she lowered her head, her whole 　　body flushed with shame. 　　Before her anus could even tighten, the oiled tubing was shoved inside. Yu Bei's eyes gleamed with excitement 　　as she pushed water in, murmuring, "Xiao Nan, I bought all this from an adult store 　　. I was wearing my school uniform when I picked it out, and the shopkeeper looked at me like I was a pervert. 　　I did all this for you..." 　　"I...I didn't ask you to buy these...uh...wait...it's so full..." Yang Nan's hands and feet were 　　restrained above her buttocks. This position, lying face down on the toilet, was extremely strenuous. Her muscles tensed uncontrollably, and 　　the pressure on her lower abdomen intensified the feeling of fullness in her rectum. 　　"But I only bought it to see you look so ashamed..." Yu Bei filled the tubing with water and slowly injected 　　another tube. 　　Zhao Tao, watching from the side, worried that his penis would cool down, so he stood on the other side, pried open Yang Nan's chin 　　, and inserted his penis, rummaging around in her mouth until she could no longer speak. 　　By the time the third syringe was inserted, Yang Nan's anus was almost unable to close, and his brownish-red anus was slightly protruding.

A small trickle of water oozed from the gap in the middle.
"Xiao Nan, don't worry, I won't make you hold it in so hard. You don't have to strain so much, I'll help you."
Yu Bei stroked the trembling buttocks in front of her, picked up the anal plug, applied some more lubricant, aimed it at the tight anus,
and rotated it until the already full intestines were completely blocked.
"Eh? Xiao Bei... don't... don't block it... you... you won't let me go to the toilet?" Yang Nan
spat out the penis in her mouth with difficulty and asked, tilting her head.
"You can only go in when I give permission," Yu Bei said breathlessly, leaning down to kiss Yang Nan's buttocks.
"Hold on a little longer."
Zhao Tao couldn't hold back any longer. He went back to the toilet, spread her buttocks to check the condition of her anus, picked up Yang
Nan, turned her over, squatted down, and stroked her slightly swollen belly. While inserting his penis into her still-fluid
anus, he laughed and said, "Look at your belly, it's all swollen, like you're pregnant."
"No... that's an exaggeration..." Yang Nan desperately tried to hold back, her lower body muscles
involuntarily tightening due to the discomfort in her buttocks, resulting in a wonderful gripping sensation in her wet anus.
Zhao Tao, who was already at his limit, could no longer hold back. When Yu Bei came over and licked his nipples, the pleasure
completely ran through his entire spine.
He clenched his buttocks, buried himself deep inside Yang Nan, and began to ejaculate while panting.
At that moment, Yu Bei quickly squatted down and yanked out the slippery anal plug.
"Ahhh...ahhh!" Yang Nan let out a scream that sounded like crying, and
a jet of water gushed out from her anus, which hadn't closed in time.
She desperately tried to clench her buttocks, attempting to stop this extremely shameful scene. The clenching of
her vagina caused Zhao Tao, who was ejaculating, to experience a blissful sensation, his glans, already at its most sensitive point
, to be sucked vigorously by her tender flesh like milk, almost making him urinate.
Yu Bei turned on the shower, spraying water directly onto Yang Nan's swollen clitoris, letting the water flow over her honey-covered mons
pubis, washing away the foul fluid flowing from her anus.
Under this stimulation, Yang Nan sobbed, her anus gushing water like diarrhea, mixed with the squelching
sounds of her farts, reaching another climax.
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"Please... I want a normal orgasm. Can't we just play together like before
?" After being dried off and taken back to the bedroom, Yang Nan twitched her red nose and said aggrievedly.
"Playing is only fun when it's fresh." Zhao Tao smiled and put away the three clips, glanced at his watch
, and laughed, "But you did very well today, so I'll give you the orgasm you wanted."
Yu Bei smiled, took out the gag from last night, and put it on Yang Nan's mouth again. Then she spread out
several thick sheets next to her and had Zhao Tao lift Yang Nan up, still binding her in the shameful position.
"Ugh?" Unable to speak or see, Yang Nan seemed very frightened and could only groan to express
her confusion.
"I'm going to give you an orgasm, and also give you some good training. Zhang Xingwen is so weak, she's had
many orgasms but she's not as useless as you." Zhao Tao whispered in her ear, then
winked at Yu Bei.
Yu Bei nodded, first taking the butterfly-shaped vibrating egg in the style of lace-up panties and putting it on Yang Nan's crotch. After adjusting
its position, she turned it on, and the buzzing sound vibrated against her suppressed clitoris.
Then she took some lubricant, applied a thick layer to a thick dildo, spread Yang Nan's buttocks,
and inserted it into her trembling anus.
Two smaller, textured vibrating eggs were attached to her nipples with medical tape, and the switch was pushed to the maximum.
"Mmm! Mmm..." Although her wet vagina was still empty, Yang Nan was naturally attracted to girls
, and her body was just as sensitive as her vagina. The sensation of penetration wasn't the strongest, but
with several points attacking simultaneously, her body, already sensitive from several orgasms, couldn't help but
writhe uncontrollably.
Watching the tight vagina squeeze out some white fluid, Zhao Tao smiled and hugged Yu Bei tightly,
kissing and caressing her while enjoying Yang Nan being raped by the tireless machine.
He gradually became hard, and smoothly lifted Yu Bei, slowly inserting himself into her already wet flower garden. Watching
Yang Nan's countless orgasms, he began thrusting.
In the time it took him and Yu Bei to make love, Yang Nan had at least three or four orgasms. The female refractory period was forcibly
shortened and crushed by the electric dildo, and the fluid flowing from her vagina quickly stained the sheets.
"Too much lubrication. Let me put it back in." Zhao Tao grabbed the most commonly used vibrating dildo, slowly
inserted it into Yang Nan's body, and pressed the switch.
Three minutes later, Yang Nan squirted.
"Here, drink some water, baby. Don't end up dehydrated and hospitalized because of this pleasure; that wouldn't be good." Handing her a glass of
water, Zhao Tao helped Yang Nan remove the gag, fed her the water, and said softly.
Yang Nan gulped down several large mouthfuls, then quickly seized the opportunity to beg for mercy, "No... let me go,
I don't want it anymore... too much, I... I can't take it anymore. My... my little clitoris is almost numb,
Zhao Tao, you... mmm... mmm..."
The gag was put back on, and he smiled as he pinched Yang Nan's nose, "You're the one who wanted to climax, I'm kindly rewarding
you, so just accept it obediently. Xiao Bei also likes to see you like this, it was the first time she climaxed so quickly when she made love with me,
I definitely have to thank you properly."
"Mmm... woo woo woo..." Yang Nan shook his head weakly, his body
completely collapsed under Yu Bei's gentle caresses and kisses, unable to stop the pleasure from flooding his mind, and even more powerless to resist the sweetness of love eroding his entire will,
only trembling, convulsing, and spasming in the climax...
When Yu Bei came home, Zhao Tao opened the door and saw Yang Nan still writhing on the sheets, his white naked body exposed.
He smiled, left the bedroom door open, turned on the game console, and sat down in the living room to play.
After playing for more than an hour, he went to clean up the toilet. When he returned to the bedroom, the batteries of the electric toys
had all failed, leaving only the two small vibrating eggs on his nipples still struggling to survive.
He thought for a moment, then went over and collected the toys one by one, giving them a quick wipe before putting them back in the bag. He
first pulled off the blindfold to look at Yang Nan; her eyes were already swollen from crying, and there were tear stains all over them. When she saw the light,
she frowned, closed her eyes tightly, and squinted several times before looking at him like a pitiful puppy.
He removed the gag, tossed it aside, and lay down with a smile, gently caressing her areolas, which still bore traces of tape, and
said softly, "How was it? How many orgasms did you have?"
Yang Nan sniffled and said, "I don't know, I... I didn't even have the mind to count."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"I don't know, it went way too far... but you didn't turn it off, so I had no idea if it was enjoyable." She
said aggrievedly.
"Next time, when you've had your fill and I'm still not satisfied, will you still dare not let me fuck you?" He sat up, guided his penis
to her mouth, and asked with a smile.
"I won't dare, I won't dare, I'll never dare again, you can fuck me anytime you want," she quickly said, lifting her
neck to take half of his penis into her mouth, hissing and swallowing incessantly.
As his penis slowly swelled in her mouth, Zhao Tao nodded in satisfaction, pulled it out, and climbed onto her
, gently inserting it into her moist vulva.
Yang Nan frowned, clearly still very sensitive down there, to the point of discomfort, but she dared not utter a sound,
only thrusting her hips to meet his thrusts, tightening her perineum to suckle the penis inside her, afraid of displeasing him.
A dozen minutes later, Zhao Tao straddled Yang Nan's face, ejaculating his now-little semen on
either side of her high, straight nose.
She frowned, her eyes tightly closed, and quickly said, "Are you done? If you're done, wipe it off for me..."
"Okay." He smiled, went to the bathroom to get a damp towel, and carefully wiped her face.
"Can you let me go now? It's so late, I want to take a shower and go to sleep. I'm all sweaty and sticky, it
's uncomfortable."
Zhao Tao smiled, leaned down and kissed her, saying, "No way, today's 'reward' isn't over yet.
Come on, open your mouth, I'll put the gag on you. If you're satisfied this time, we'll sleep together."
Yang Nan hesitated for a moment with a bitter face, not daring to refuse, but obediently opened her mouth wide.
After putting it on, Zhao Tao looked smug, and took out the large vibrator that was plugged in.
Humming Jay Chou's "Back to the Past," he took out the soft leather straps he had bought for binding, wrapped them
around Yang Nan's thighs from both sides, and firmly fixed the vibrator in the middle. Then he used several crisscrosses of tape to make sure the vibrating
head was pressing right against her clitoris.
"This time, it won't run out of power. Enjoy it." Zhao Tao smiled at Yang Nan's desperately pleading eyes,
turned it on, and put a blindfold on her.
Enjoy, the wonderful orgasm hell.
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Zhao Tao had originally planned to read a novel for a while and then let Yang Nan go in an hour or two.
However, the lamp was too dim, and Zhao Tao was too tired from playing earlier. Despite the loud buzzing sound in his ears, he
closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, Zhao Tao heard the vibrator still ringing in his ear. He cried out in alarm and
jumped up.
Yang Nan had already fallen asleep.
She must have used a lot of effort to roll over onto her side, probably squeezing her legs together repeatedly to
remove the vibrator, which had fallen off her clitoris and onto her legs. She 　　slept
like this all night, gagged and blindfolded, bound in this shameful position, naked without a blanket, feeling cold all night. 　　Seeing the abnormal blush on her fair face, Zhao Tao initially thought she was having a wet dream, but then he 　　realized something was wrong and quickly touched her. Sure enough, it was burning hot. 　　Even in a heated room, sleeping naked, covered in sweat and left to dry overnight—how could anyone not get sick? 　　Zhao Tao panicked, frantically untying the ropes, grabbing a blanket to cover Yang Nan, getting out of bed to 　　find fever reducers, hurriedly making a glass of warm water, and then holding her close, calling her name repeatedly. 　　"Mmm...no...I...I'm so cold...no...again..." Yang Nan 　　said pitifully in her sleep, "I...I really can't...can't take it anymore..." 　　"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too willful. I'll never tease you like that again. Drink some water, 　　take your medicine, and let's go to the hospital, okay?" Zhao Tao hugged her tightly, pressing his cheek against hers to feel her temperature, 　　his heart pounding even harder. 　　"What...medicine?" 　　"Xiao Nan, you have a fever, a high fever, please take some fever reducers, please." 　　"Mmm...no...I don't want to eat anything..." She snuggled closer to him, her lips turning 　　slightly purple. 　　Zhao Tao thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "Are you being disobedient again! Wake up, drink your medicine 　　!" 　　Yang Nan shuddered, opened her eyes shakily, and whispered, "I...I'll drink it, I'll drink it, okay... 　　" 　　He quickly put the paracetamol into her mouth and handed her the cup. 　　She swallowed the medicine with considerable effort, complaining, "It's so bitter...I want to sleep..." 　　"Okay, you can sleep. Lie down, I'll go get the thermometer. We'll take your temperature and then sleep, be good, okay 　　?" He got out of bed and stretched his legs but didn't step on his slippers. Looking down, he realized he had probably kicked them under the bed in his haste. 　　He didn't bother to retrieve them and ran out barefoot. 　　Yang Nan was obviously extremely tired. She only lay down after swallowing the medicine. She didn't even reach for the pillow that had been placed there before 　　curling up under the covers like a baby and falling asleep again. 　　When Zhao Tao returned, he carefully lifted her head onto the bed, propped up the pillow, gently lifted her arm, 　　placed the thermometer under her armpit, and held it steady. 　　Five minutes later, he took it out and read 39.2 degrees Celsius. 　　His head spun. He tried calling her, wanting to take her to the hospital, but she whimpered twice 　　, rolled over, and refused to get up. 　　He could only sit cross-legged beside her, waiting for the medicine to take effect. 　　After anxiously waiting for half an hour, Yang Nan finally broke out in a light sweat on her forehead. He reached out 　　to touch it again; the temperature on her damp forehead had dropped slightly, but it was still hot—clearly a high fever.

The persistent high fever indicated an inflammation. Zhao Tao paced around for a while, searching online but finding no
reliable information, growing increasingly anxious.
Two hours passed, and it was already past 9:30. He touched Yang Nan; her sweat had long since
dried, and her temperature seemed even higher than when she took the medicine.
With a mournful face, he took her temperature: 39.5 degrees Celsius.
He couldn't sit still any longer. He picked Yang Nan up, patted her cheeks, and used a damp towel to wake her.
He helped her get dressed, then guided her to the door to put on her shoes. Seeing her unsteady
gait, as if she might fall at any moment, he gritted his teeth, hoisted her onto his back, locked the door, and ran downstairs.
He ran out of the courtyard gate in one breath, only to realize he'd forgotten his wallet. Annoyed, he slapped himself, first making
Yang Nan lean against the wall to steady herself, then rushed back to get his wallet, grabbing his bank cards along the way. Breathless
, he ran back, carried her to the gate, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the nearest hospital.
What followed was a flurry of activity. Yang Nan was delirious with fever, relying entirely on Zhao Tao to support, carry , and pamper her
during examinations. During the doctor's consultation, Yang Nan groaned for a long time before finally saying sheepishly, "Doctor, my lower abdomen
also hurts, a dragging pain, and I feel chills all over."
The doctor asked for details, frowned, stared at Yang Nan for a while, and shook his head with a subtle expression
.
Thus, another gynecological examination was added to the list of tests.
The final results made Zhao Tao feel even more guilty.
Almost every test revealed a problem: the high fever was mainly due to pneumonia, and the abdominal pain was caused by a combination of enteritis
and acute cervicitis.
The pneumonia was from being chilled overnight, the enteritis was most likely from excessive enemas, and the acute cervicitis was clearly the
result of his unruly penis.
Without a condom, going straight from anal to anal, it's pure luck if nothing went wrong.
Now all plans were ruined, and Yang Nan's remaining winter vacation in D City was entirely spent
in the hospital.
After the third IV drip, Yang Nan's complexion finally improved, and she seemed to have slept enough, looking
much more energetic. She even said to Zhao Tao with a hint of resentment, "Xiao Bei looks so weak and delicate, but nothing's happened between us after all this time
. I'm strong and healthy, and yet I'm this sick."
"I went too far, only thinking about my own enjoyment. I'm sorry, really sorry," Zhao Tao said
, stroking her cheek with lingering fear, secretly resolving to completely banish any potentially harmful plans and activities from
his mind, crossing them off one by one so he would never mention them again.
"Don't go too far... it's actually okay." She forced a reassuring smile, her hand without the needle
rubbing her stomach. "Rub it for me, it hurts so much."
"Okay, I'll rub it for you."
"Judging by the time... I think I should be going home soon after I'm discharged." Yang Nan turned to look out the window of the ward,
saying regretfully, "I haven't even been anywhere yet, all I've done is make love with you."
"Next time, next time you come, I'll take you around properly, without making love, just a walk."
"No way." She glared at him. "If you don't make love with me, I won't go anywhere."
"Hey, hey, you're inflamed."
"Then be gentler next time, it's like you're trying to shove your balls in too, I can't fit them all, okay?"
As she spoke, her voice grew louder, and the middle-aged woman in the next bed frowned and looked over. Yang Nan blushed and quickly
shut her mouth.
The gynecologist prescribed a large bag of soaking solution for washing Yang Nan's bottom,
and while advising her not to have sex recently, the elderly doctor with gray hair earnestly advised her to take care of her health and
not to lose herself because of the open atmosphere. Yang Nan, of course, didn't take it seriously. She went out, got into a taxi, and, clutching her stomach, 　　joked
with Zhao Tao about the doctor's words . 　　Zhao Tao, however, secretly remembered it. This incident reminded him of the worries that Yu Bei had just calmed down 　　. 　　What if Yu Bei was fine because she was lucky? 　　It's true that the damage decreases over time, but what if Yu Bei has thicker blood and Yang Nan has thinner blood? Both were under the Love Lock Curse, and who knows, 　　Yu Bei might not even break through her defenses while Yang Nan was already bleeding profusely. 　　Feeling a bit confused, he looked at the telephone poles and roadside trees flashing past the car window and fell silent. 　　(210) 　　Misfortunes never come singly. 　　When she came over that evening, Yu Bei's schoolbag already contained sanitary napkins. 　　Although Yu Bei bluntly stated that his bottom could still be used after washing, or that she could suck it out with her mouth 　　, Zhao Tao shook his head, reluctantly refusing. 　　After indulging in such rich food for so long, a five or six-day break wouldn't hurt. 　　For the next few days, Zhao Tao focused on staying by Yang Nan's bedside, helping her with herbal baths, and watching the two girls play 　　games and laugh in the evenings. He finally had a rare period without any inappropriate thoughts. 　　He wasn't exactly pent up; Yu Bei was always so considerate that he didn't need to ask. She would secretly 　　suck it out for him once, away from Yang Nan. 　　And Yang Nan, perhaps thinking the same thing as Yu Bei, crawled into bed and 　　sucked it out for him the next morning before her IV drip at the hospital. 　　The planned holiday revelry thus ended abruptly. On the last day, although Yang Nan had largely recovered 　　, she was thinking about the upcoming New Year, so she had Yu Bei skip half a day of class. After her IV drip in the morning, they came back in the afternoon and 　　did a thorough cleaning. She was incapable of housework and was also sick, so she ended up being the commander. Yu Bei wasn't strong, so she could only 　　carry basins and wash rags, which exhausted Zhao Tao to the point of losing all interest in sex. 　　After seeing Yang Nan off, the day Yu Bei's period ended, the short winter break for the senior high school students finally began. 　　The next day, Zhao Tao's parents were coming back, and neither of them could be too indulgent during the New Year; they had to restrain themselves a bit 　　. 　　Early in the morning, Yu Bei came over to help Zhao Tao tidy up the places he hadn't finished last time, and the house 　　finally looked like it was going to be New Year's. 　　After lunch, Yu Bei took a shower, and their private time officially began. 　　Because of Yang Nan, Zhao Tao showed unusual patience in bed, gently embracing her...

He wrapped Yu Bei's body in his blankets, removing all coverings one by one.
He didn't use toys or try anything strange; he simply repeated
the most basic actions of kissing, caressing, and licking, over and over again. As he ejaculated, panting, with Yu Bei's toes in his mouth, they both reached climax simultaneously, 　　embracing
tightly, drenched in sweat . 　　That night, Yu Bei didn't go home. 　　During the Spring Festival, before the start of the new school year, she didn't plan to go back home except for the second day of the Lunar New Year. 　　Last year had already been like this; Yu Bei's parents had no choice but to acquiesce to their premature relationship. 　　The large bag they prepared for her contained new clothes for the New Year and a bank card with some money in it. 　　When she went to the train station to pick up her parents who had come from afar, Yu Bei was already completely like Zhao Tao's new wife. Zhao Tao 　　's parents, who were already quite unfamiliar with Zhao Tao, seemed much more enthusiastic in comparison to their deliberate attempt to be close to Yu Bei 　　. 　　The New Year passed slowly in this somewhat delicate atmosphere of harmony. 　　During the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhao Tao's mother mentioned that she would be retiring in two years. Taking advantage of Yu Bei's presence, 　　she wanted to ask her two sons' opinions: would they be willing to get married by then, sell their 　　house in Donghan, and move to the far northwest where Zhao Tao's father would continue working? 　　"The environment there has improved a lot," she said, "housing prices are very cheap, and we have many acquaintances 　　there. In a couple of years, you'll be in your third and second years, respectively, and you'll be ready to get married. We can officially get married 　　there... no one will know you, and there will be less gossip." Zhao's mother had clearly 　　given this matter considerable thought. Although it was a consultation, like many decisions she had made for Zhao Tao before, her tone 　　left little room for discussion. 　　Yu Bei lowered her head slightly and obediently said, "Auntie, wherever Zhao Tao goes, I'll go. It 　　doesn't matter where it is." 　　Zhao Tao, however, was filled with resistance and said coldly, "We'll see," ending the 　　rather lukewarm family conversation. 　　The Spring Festival Gala, utterly uninspiring, ended with the bells ringing. Zhao Tao's parents had already gone to bed, preparing to visit an old colleague the next day 　　. He listened intently as the crackling of firecrackers outside gradually subsided. Inside, there was still no 　　sound; their own world seemed to be enclosed by a wall, completely undisturbed by the outside noise. 　　A nameless fire surged within him. Zhao Tao glanced at Yu Bei, who was yawning, and suddenly reached out, pulling 　　her close and kissing her passionately. He then cupped her soft breasts in his hands. 　　"Zhao Tao…aren't we…going back to the room?" The bed there, though smaller, was a space that both sets of parents 　　had approved of, a space belonging to just the two of them. Being discovered here filled Yu Bei with a 　　fear of having their tacit agreement disrupted. 　　"No, they don't care anyway. They're sleeping soundly." Zhao Tao snorted, slipping his hand under Yu Bei's 　　waistband and beginning to caress her small buttocks. 　　"Oh..." Yu Bei nodded, listening to the sporadic firecrackers outside. She bent down, 　　pulled Zhao Tao's penis from the front opening of her long underwear, and licked the still slightly wrinkled glans. 　　Still somewhat hesitant, she didn't dare take off her clothes. After letting Zhao Tao suckle her nipples for a while, 　　she slightly pulled down her pants, turned around, and sat in his lap, her tightly clenched, oiled vagina slowly enveloping 　　his erect member. 　　Not satisfied with such restrained movements, Zhao Tao enjoyed himself for a while, then stood up, holding Yu Bei, 　　and made her bend forward, supporting herself on the coffee table laden with melon seeds and candies. He then began thrusting forcefully from behind. 　　Soon, he held Yu Bei tightly from behind, bending her slender waist backward, turning her head to kiss him, her raised buttocks 　　welcoming his final thrusts. 　　As he ejaculated wildly into her wet, tender cavity, he released her tongue, panting, and said, 　　"Xiao Bei, the Northwest is very far away. You might not see your parents even once a year." 　　Yu Bei gently twisted her soft waist. Although she didn't climax, her eyes still shone with sweet joy. 　　"It's okay..." She tightened her lower body muscles, gently sucking his still-erect penis with her softest spot 　　, "As long as I'm with you, I'm fine with you... anywhere is fine." 　　(211) 　　On New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, Zhao Tao received a huge pile of New Year's greetings text messages. 　　Mostly from Zhang Xingyu and Yang Nan, who sent nearly a dozen in total. Jin Lin and Meng Xiaohan 　　each sent only one, almost unnoticeable amidst the other two's text message frenzy. 　　However, Zhao Tao didn't reply to any of them, only sending Yang Nan a "Happy New Year" before preparing to visit Yu Bei's family on the second day of the New Year 　　. 　　A woman in love often has strange memories. For example, Yang Nan was 　　hospitalized and needed an IV drip because of his excessive indulgence and recklessness, but afterwards she only remembered his rare thoughtfulness in taking care of her day and night 　　, which moved her to tears. 　　Zhao Tao's lack of reply was mainly due to his bad mood. 　　He had originally planned to reply to everyone one by one when he had nothing to do on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, hoping to flirt and 　　chat. 　　But then his mother casually asked about his final grades. He had been busy 　　taking care of Yang Nan when his report card arrived and hadn't even had time to open it. Now that he remembered, he took it out and opened the envelope. 　　His grades in most subjects were largely as he expected; some were decent, and others 　　were barely passing thanks to the generous teachers who gave him full marks for participation. 　　But his total score in Modern Literature was a glaringly low 59. 　　"You failed one subject," his mother said, without saying anything more. She glanced at the report card and then 　　went out with her husband to visit relatives for the New Year. 　　Yu Bei glanced at it from the side and said softly, "Isn't this pretty good? You weren't even that serious, yet you still 　　passed most of them. This Political Theory course, you even got over eighty points." 　　"Yeah," Zhao Tao forced a smile, "I only failed one subject, so it looks pretty good." 　　Pretty good my ass! He suppressed his rising anger, put away the report card, and temporarily put the 　　matter aside.

In his heart, however, he had already raped Yu Tianqiu, who had gone back on her word, countless times.
With teachers able to grade students arbitrarily, a score of 59 was blatant targeting.
Combined with Yu Tianqiu's resounding announcement that he wouldn't pass this makeup exam, it meant he would have to
retake the course for another semester.
Joking aside, he certainly couldn't see this as an opportunity to pursue a pretty junior.
It seemed he really needed to have a serious "talk" with Teacher Yu Tianqiu next semester.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Yu Bei started school and obediently went home. On the seventh day, her parents returned to their workplaces,
leaving Zhao Tao alone at home again.
Without winter break homework and the usual boring social engagements, Zhao Tao spent his days playing games,
texting Zhang Xingyu, and flirting with Yang Nan. In the evenings, Yu Bei would come over, and they would spend several hours intimately cuddling before
he would bike her home. On
the night of the Lantern Festival, Yu Bei told her family she wouldn't go home.
Knowing Zhao Tao's train was the next day, and with their impending separation, Yu Bei practically melted into a lump of resilient, spring-like
mud, clinging to him and drawing as much affection and memory from him as possible.
When she saw him off at the station, Yu Bei didn't cry, though her eyes and nose were a little red. Even as
he turned into the long corridor, the last time he saw her, she still maintained a captivating smile, gently waving
goodbye.
Meng Xiaohan had previously subtly inquired about which train ticket he had bought, but unfortunately, Zhao Tao, still
harboring some resentment towards her regarding Yu Tianqiu's matter, had booked a different train, three days later than the start of classes.
For a delinquent student like him who skipped classes like it was nothing, going home late was normal; he wanted to see
how Meng Xiaohan planned to handle it.
Upon exiting the station, Yang Nan was already waiting at the door, dressed in new clothes, her face beaming with joy. She looked much more charming than last semester
, a womanly allure emanating from her very being.
In the taxi, Fu Xiaoyu called, informing Zhao Tao that
he and Mo Xiaoan had finished packing up their belongings at the rented apartment and invited them to dinner sometime.
Zhao Tao gave a few perfunctory replies and hung up.
It seemed he should also get a new computer.
After spending most of the day unpacking at home, looking disheveled, Zhao Tao finally finished tidying up both rooms and the living room.
He contacted the landlord and paid the full rent for the semester, also renewing the broadband for another six months.
Yang Nan completely abandoned the girls' dormitory; she brought all her new stuff with her. She
moved in last night and even helped Mo Xiaoan unpack. She tried to talk things out with Mo Xiaoan, hoping to win back
a fairly good friend, but after Mo Xiaoan confirmed her bisexuality again, she showed
undisguised resistance and rejection.
Yang Nan moved out of the dorm, and Zhang Xingyu couldn't possibly be unaware of it. However, probably worried about Yang Nan
seeing her, she would always ask if Yang Nan was around before texting her.
Zhao Tao would usually call Yang Nan over, reply in front of her that he wasn't there, and then jokingly discuss with Yang Nan
how to reply to make Zhang Xingyu fall for him faster, while simultaneously texting the unsuspecting Zhang Xingyu.
"When can I taste her?" Leaning on Zhao Tao's shoulder, Yang Nan licked her lips, looking quite expectant
. "I saw her at the school gate yesterday. She was wearing tight jeans, and her butt looked much bigger. I
wonder what she did during winter break. She's become more down-to-earth, and seems more popular with the boys."
"Always being so aloof must be tiring. I guess you've had so many orgasms with my mouth and hands that you've figured it out."
Zhao Tao chuckled, tossing his phone aside and pinching Yang Nan's breast. "You used to be the same way, never even
looking at boys properly."
"I don't look at anyone properly now either. Only you, my nemesis, leave me helpless." Yang Nan
snorted, grabbing his arm and biting it. "I feel uncomfortable when other boys look at me, but when you hug and kiss me,
I get wet and itchy down there. Tell me, have you cast a spell on me?"
"You just finished reading about the Ten Great Curses of Southeast Asia, and you're already putting them to use?" Zhao Tao laughed, flipping her over and
pinning her beneath him.
Since they say one kiss and you're all wet, why be polite?
(212)
At the start of the new semester, Zhao Tao had to take more classes than Yu Tianqiu—three in total, requiring him to see
her six times a week. This gave him ample opportunity to vent his frustration.
The second semester's schedule was significantly more packed than the first. He spent a long time looking at the timetable, realizing he
dared not skip Yu Tianqiu's classes anymore, and the remaining teachers weren't easy to deal with either. He had to temporarily cancel his days of auditing classes in the English department.
The English department's schedule was also quite full. Yang Nan had failed two courses last semester, so this semester she had to keep a low profile
. However, since she was living and eating with Zhao Tao anyway, she was in a relatively good mood.
The girls in her department were really uninteresting, and Zhao Tao's classes were dull and uninspiring. On the first day of the new semester,
she cried out in boredom for help. That evening, after setting up his new computer, he didn't even bother playing games before pulling Yang Nan into his arms,
clinging to her like a pillow for over an hour.
Tuesday's first period was Yu Tianqiu's class. Zhao Tao got up early
to prepare the food he'd secretly stocked up on while Yang Nan was out buying food, stuffing it into his inner shirt pocket.
Since Yu Tianqiu's behavior in love wasn't what he expected, and she'd broken her promise to him
, he wouldn't hesitate to be ruthless and let her experience the torment of guilt within the family.
He considered this plan but didn't tell Yang Nan. After all,
that girl was quite picky; she didn't even fancy a pretty, quiet young woman like Meng Xiaohan, and she thought Zhang Xingyu was too plain . She
probably wouldn't be interested in a married woman like Tianqiu.
He'd wait until he'd completely won her over before seeing if the "puppy" wanted to join in.
On the way to the classroom, he rode his secondhand bicycle with Yang Nan, whose hair had grown a bit longer and who had become three times more alluring.
While enjoying the envious glances from the boys around him, he was mentally calculating
where the final line would be if he really dragged Teacher Yu into this and had a good lewd affair.
He couldn't let it escalate to divorce; as a college student, he couldn't bear the responsibility of being entangled with her afterward.
Ideally, he'd make that wretched woman unwilling to destroy his happy family, yet
unable to suppress her infatuation with him, hopelessly indulging in the wonderful pleasures of extramarital affairs, allowing him to freely play with
her voluptuous and mature body as compensation for his failing grades.
He'd maintain this relationship until his senior year, and after graduation, he could publish the accumulated evidence on campus,
take Yu Bei to the Northwest, and let the highly respected Professor Yu slowly suffer the blow of disgrace.
But what if she committed suicide because of this?
He flashed Li Jie's despairing, ashen face again, her dull, lifeless eyes seemingly
watching him helplessly from the void.
Zhao Tao shuddered, nearly tipping the bike over. Yang Nan, startled, quickly slapped him on the back.
"What are you doing? You scared me to death! What were you daydreaming about? Thinking about which girl again?"
"Nonsense, I was just picking up pebbles. I haven't even gotten the two you wanted yet, why would I be thinking about others?"
As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xingyu hurrying towards the teaching building.
Her style had indeed changed drastically. No longer the loose dresses or oversized trench coats, she wore a short padded
jacket over very fitted jeans, as if she had suddenly switched to a youthful look. Yang Nan wasn't lying; at a
glance, Zhang Xingyu's buttocks looked much better than before winter break—no longer flat, but firm and lifted. Perhaps
this was the source of her confidence in changing her style.
Zhang Xingyu also saw them, pursed her lips without saying a word, and hurriedly walked into the building with the books in her arms.
As Zhao Tao parted ways with Yang Nan at the stairwell, amidst the hurried passing of their classmates, he grabbed her and asked for a kiss
. She snorted, then hugged him tightly and gave him a hard kiss, eliciting a chorus of whistles from the sidelines.
He smiled, turned, and went upstairs. Looking down, he saw Jin Lin standing on the floor below, just before the class started
, watching Yang Nan's retreating figure with a complex expression. Judging from the gesture on her face, she seemed to be gritting her teeth.
This long English class seemed quite interesting.
He didn't have time to think about anything else and hurried to his classroom before class began.
Yu Tianqiu was already at the podium organizing things. These students from the third-year university generally lacked any thirst for knowledge;
not a single one asked a question.
Zhao Tao gritted his teeth, put down his book, and walked straight over. Forcing a smile, he approached Yu Tianqiu and
whispered, "Professor Yu, can I ask why I only got 59 points on last semester's Modern Literature History exam
?"
"Didn't we agree that if you don't get over 90, you won't pass?" Yu Tianqiu
said coldly, glancing up at him.
"Professor Yu, I was very confident in my preparation for this course. How about this, could you let me check the paper?"
Zhao Tao said politely, suppressing his anger.
“There are too many blindly confident students. You can check anytime you want
. Just come to my office when I don’t have classes,” Yu Tianqiu said calmly. “You did quite well, 89 points. Normally, I should raise your
participation score to pass you, but unfortunately, we have an agreement, so don’t blame me. Start behaving well this semester
, and I’ll arrange for you to retake the course in your second year.”
“No… Professor Yu, can’t you give me a chance to retake the exam?”
“No, my classes emphasize participation scores. Retakes are just a last-minute cramming procedure. I don’t need those
opportunistic students who don’t study during the semester and only look at the book before the exam. You, and those others who were caught cheating, just prepare to retake the course
.” Yu Tianqiu picked up a book, slammed it on the table, and turned on the microphone in the lecture hall. “Okay, students,
return to your seats as soon as possible. Before class, I’ll emphasize the rules again.”
Hearing the bell ringing outside, Zhao Tao gritted his teeth and went back.
"Alright, alright, Teacher Yu, if you're easy to talk to, then I'm easy to talk to. Since you're so unforgiving, then I
have no reason to hesitate." He took a deep breath, grabbed his book, turned around, and walked to the empty first
row, plopping down in his seat.
Sitting less than two meters from the lectern, Zhao Tao deliberately didn't look at his book or lower his head, just staring straight
at Yu Tianqiu, his eyes glued to her.
He refused to believe that the Love-Loving Spell would have no effect on her.
Sure enough, before half the class was over, Yu Tianqiu, somewhat annoyed, called on Zhao Tao to answer several questions.
But he kept looking at the teacher and listened attentively, answering without any problem. Before long, the entire class
consisted of just the two of them talking, and the other students couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
Helpless, Yu Tianqiu had no choice but to let Zhao Tao go.
Being stared at like that, she unconsciously became nervous, her PowerPoint presentation became clumsy, and
she made three slips of the tongue every ten minutes on average.
As soon as the break bell rang, Yu Tianqiu picked up her water bottle, turned around, and walked out, her shoulders and back tense as if someone
were chasing her from behind.
This little act of revenge delighted Zhao Tao. At the start of the next class, he simply rested his chin on his hand, adopting an
infatuated expression of admiration and love, and stared at Yu Tianqiu even more intently.
However, having probably adjusted her mindset, although Yu Tianqiu blushed a little and avoided any eye contact with Zhao Tao
, she managed to teach the lesson at a normal pace.
As soon as the bell rang, Zhao Tao stood up with a grin and walked over to the teacher's desk. "Teacher Yu, did I
do well in class? If I listen attentively like this in the future, my participation grade should be fine, right?"
Yu Tianqiu still didn't dare to look him in the eye, keeping her head down as she tidied her books. She said, "As long as you listen attentively,
the teacher certainly won't deliberately make things difficult for you."
"Then thank you very much, Teacher Yu." He enthusiastically took Yu Tianqiu's water cup. "Teacher,
which classroom are you in next period? I'll get you some hot water."
Yu Tianqiu reached out her hand, then withdrew it halfway, frowned, and said, "Okay, C305,
I'll go now."
Zhao Tao suppressed a chuckle and strode to the water room.
Yu Tianqiu brewed jasmine tea during class. This tea had a very strong aroma, so Zhao Tao directly took out a syringe
and poured most of it into it. After filling it with hot water, he carefully looked at it and smelled it to make sure there was nothing wrong. Then, smiling,
he went downstairs and brought it to Teacher Yu.
He went in to relieve himself, but Teacher Yu, without even looking up, was busy talking to a student there and ignored him. He smiled
and nodded as he left. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be Meng Xiaohan's departmental lecture, but after scanning the room, he didn't
see her.
He felt a little uneasy. Had this girl really bought a ticket to
skip three days' worth of classes before Thursday for him?
He vaguely felt that he had gone a bit too far with his joke and felt a little embarrassed, but texting her didn't seem appropriate either, so he
had to hold back and reluctantly returned to his own class.
Tuesday's classes were particularly intensive, and everyone was exhausted. After lunch, Zhao Tao and Yang Nan kissed
and then went for a nap together. It wasn't until the last lecture at nine o'clock in the evening that Zhao Tao rode his bicycle to
take Yang Nan home. They both took showers to recover, and then kissed each other as they undressed.
After a satisfying physical encounter, Yang Nan lay contentedly in bed, her eyes half-closed, more docile than a kitten.
Zhao Tao loved seeing her so submissive now, stroking her affectionately, wondering whether to sleep or
recharge for another round.
Whether it was due to the previous encounter or the subsequent cervicitis, Yang Nan's vagina
was much more sensitive than before. Even without clitoral stimulation, just a few shallow thrusts followed by deep penetration were enough to bring her
to orgasm, her whole body trembling. Moreover, the bondage seemed to have activated some hidden cells within her;
when he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, violently thrusting into her, she kept her eyes tightly shut, her genitals soaking wet, and soon
she moaned and climaxed.
Seeing that he was getting sleepy, Zhao Tao decided to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
He had just gotten up when his phone buzzed. Opening the cover, he saw it was a text message from Zhang Xingyu.
"Is Yang Nan with you?"
Zhao Tao laughed, showing the phone to Yang Nan and replying in front of her, "No, she's taking a shower.
It'll probably take at least twenty minutes."
Yang Nan chuckled and slapped him, "You never tell the truth. Aren't you afraid she'll call
?" Just
then, the phone rang.
It was past eleven o'clock; the girls' dorm lights were already off.
Zhao Tao thought for a moment, then gestured for Yang Nan to be quiet, answered the phone, and put it on speakerphone.
"Hey, Zhao Tao, you...you're not asleep, are you?"
"Of course! If I were asleep, would Yang Nan have answered the phone?"
"Oh..."
"What is it? Go ahead."
"Nothing...I...I just missed you."
Zhao Tao saw Yang Nan frown slightly, a little jealous, and said with a smile, "I text you every day, I don't even
have enough free texts for a week, is that not enough?"
"But...but I miss you...really...I miss you so much..."
Her voice sounded a little strange. Zhao Tao and Yang Nan exchanged a glance. Normally, she shouldn't be so breathless,
right?
"Where are you? What are you doing?"
Zhang Xingyu hummed twice, her panting almost uncontrollable. She tried to control herself, whispering, "I...
I'm in the bathroom, I...I'm...I'm thinking about you so hard...mmm..."
"You...you're masturbating?" Zhao Tao asked, somewhat surprised. Yang Nan's eyes widened in shock.
Zhang Xingyu's tearful voice came through the receiver intermittently.
"But...but I really...miss you so much...I don't want to rub myself...Waaah...Zhao Tao
...when...can you secretly see me too...Waaah, mmm—"
It sounded like she was hiding in the bathroom, holding her phone, desperately suppressing her moans, and had an orgasm.

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