Spy Flower

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Author: lovexiehui
First published on 1024 Forum on December 10, 2015

Foreword:

I enjoy reading and rewriting, and have always focused on rewriting for my own enjoyment. This time, I'm
actually writing something myself. The plot is all readily available: 24 007 movies, countless spy novels…

Please be lenient, moderators. We can discuss any issues; getting banned or having posts deleted is too painful…

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Main Characters (All characters except the protagonist Fang Zheng are female, constantly being updated)

Fang Zheng, male, orphan of a martyr, graduate of Huaxia Jingnan Political and Economic College, captain, field agent,
entered the world of espionage to avenge his parents who died in the intelligence war.

Zhang Meng, major, instructor in the Psychology Department of Jingnan Political College, Fang Zheng's first woman, and
the woman who ultimately accompanied him into retirement in the Mediterranean.
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Chapter 1 Stepping into the Sea of Espionage, Desecrating the Female Instructor

Summer 1998, China, Jiangsu-Zhejiang Province, South of Beijing, China Jingnan University of Political Science and Economics, Principal's Office.

Behind a large walnut desk, a rosewood pipe tapped against the edge of the desk before being put into its owner
's mouth. Opposite him sat three people, two women and one man, all dressed in the summer uniform of the Chinese army, with varying ranks
.

"What do you all think of this field report?" The pipe owner exhaled a puff of smoke, waving
the folder in his hand, and asked his subordinates.

"I've been training this kid for four years. He's a real oddball. He's honest, but acts eccentrically, never playing by the rules
..." said the middle-aged man with the highest rank.

"Oh? He's caused you a lot of trouble, hasn't he? But according to what you said, not playing by the rules seems more suitable for
fieldwork..." the pipe owner chuckled.

"More than just trouble... he's always causing trouble, and I have to clean up his
messes ..." the middle-aged male soldier gritted his teeth.

"Yes, I knew his deceased parents; his deceased grandfather was a legendary
figure in our line of work, how could I not give him face..." the pipe owner seemed to be talking to himself, taking a deep drag of his pipe, and then asked
the middle-aged woman sitting on his left, "Dr. Qian, what do you think?"

This female doctor surnamed Qian had a poker face, but she seemed to be a highly skilled professional. Without even raising her eyelids, she replied
, "His health check is all excellent, too excellent."

"Okay, Major Zhang, as a psychology teacher, what's your opinion?" the pipe owner turned to
the younger female soldier sitting on his right.

The female soldier was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with shoulder-length black hair, an oval face, delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a straight nose and red lips—
a rare beauty
. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Fang Zheng, excellent in all his studies, fluent in multiple languages, with outstanding combat skills, excellent shooting skills, and excellent mental fortitude. He's suitable for fieldwork."

"Sigh, you know, how old is he? How can he know so many foreign languages... Even if he started
learning in the womb, he couldn't learn so many at this age!" The pipe owner flipped through the folder in his hand and read aloud:
"Not to mention Mandarin, English is a common language, Japanese, Russian, Korean, French, Italian,
Spanish , Greek... What other languages doesn't he know? Most people would be considered geniuses if they learned two or three, but he knows
so many?"

"Well, he said it's driven by interest..." the middle-aged male soldier said with a helpless smile. "His
maternal grandmother was Russian, so he learned Russian from his mother. He's been speaking English since elementary school, and French, Spanish, and
Italian—he says that besides China, these are the only three places with good food..."

"What about Japanese and Korean?" the pipe owner pressed on with interest.

"Korean, he says, because there are more and more beautiful women in South Korea these days, and he needs
the ability ..." the middle-aged soldier said, somewhat embarrassed.

"And Japanese?" the pipe owner persisted.

"It's said that he passed the JLPT N1 in just three months to watch original Japanese adult films, and he even joined
some kind of subtitle group..." the middle-aged soldier replied.

"Well... so he's a womanizer... how old is this kid... his father wasn't like that... maybe it's a genetic
mutation ... and Greek?" the pipe owner asked again.

"Greek... he seems to have said he wants to spend his life in Greece..." the middle-aged soldier's voice lowered
.

"Spend his life in Greece... no wonder... his parents must have died there..." the pipe owner sighed.

"Yes, they sacrificed their lives there... Although their ashes have been returned to China and buried in the martyrs' cemetery, he
still believes that his parents' spirits remain at the place where they died..." the middle-aged soldier said emotionally.

"It's not the Cold War anymore, but the situation is still complex and volatile, fraught with crises. Our
usual practice is not to send the orphans of martyrs on field missions, but Fang Zheng has submitted his report more than a dozen times, and he even asked his father's comrades to
plead for him. I really can't object anymore, what do you all think?" the pipe owner said.

"In my opinion, Fang Zheng's abilities are more than enough to be a field agent. We can find a way to
arrange , which will satisfy his desire to volunteer and also take care of the orphans of martyrs
..." the middle-aged soldier said.

"Alright, let's do it that way then... Send him on the mission in the South China Sea. Arrange his graduation procedures and logistical support
..." the pipe owner decided.

"Yes, sir!" The three soldiers stood up at the same time and saluted.

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At Jingnan University of Political Science and Economics, in the audiovisual education building, on the fifth basement floor, in the equipment room, a
young man, about 1.83 meters tall, with slightly curly black hair, an ordinary appearance but deep-set eyes, stood in front of rows of iron shelves, carefully searching through them. His
name was Fang Zheng, the protagonist of the conversation between the four people in the principal's office. Fang Zheng was twenty-one years old. Both his parents were
intelligence agents who died a year ago while on a mission in Europe. He hadn't originally studied intelligence,
but after learning of his parents' tragic death, he changed his major, completing four years' worth of courses in a year with straight A's. Upon graduation, he submitted his application for overseas studies.
The diligent reporting left even the most demanding instructor speechless, leaving him with no choice but to reluctantly approve.

Standing beside Fang Zheng was an old man with a white beard and thick glasses, his eyes fixed
on Fang Zheng's hands as if afraid he would hide something in his pocket and take it away.

"Old Qu, don't be like that... Do you think I'm a thief? Did I bring you so much good wine for nothing?"
Fang Zheng rummaged through the shelves, smiling helplessly.

"Fang Zheng, you little brat, don't give me that... You took a taxi from southern Beijing to Zhonghai just to eat something nice, and when
you didn't have enough money, you used stolen goods. You sold Omega glasses worth tens of thousands of yuan for only a few thousand!" Old Qu glared, his beard bristling.

"What else can I do... If I sell them too expensively, how can I get rid of them so quickly... It's better to sell the confiscated spoils that are just gathering dust here
than to sell them for some good food. Besides, didn't you enjoy the red wine I brought back?" Fang Zheng joked
.

"Pah! Pah! If I knew you stole the watch here and traded it for it..." Old Qu blushed and
hurriedly tried to explain.

"Then spit it out and give it back to me..." Fang Zheng shook his head at him and said, "It's top-quality Cabernet Sauvignon, and you chug half a bottle
in one go ..."

"You...!" Old Qu trembled with anger and
stopped .

"Alright, alright, I've chosen, this is it... Please help me register it... I want a reinforced
barrel , with a 5% reduction in inner diameter, deeper rifling, and a larger magazine capacity as much as possible. I want two, with a gold-plated grip... and engraved
details..." Fang Zheng took a Browning, twirled it in his hand, and handed it to Old Qu with the grip reversed.

"So many demands... gold-plated and engraved details... You've been watching too much 'Face/Off' movies, haven't you..." Old Qu muttered,
taking the pistol.

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Jingnan University of Political Science and Economics, Family Residence, Building 13, Room 501. Fang Zheng returned home, first offering incense in
his deceased parents' bedroom, then sitting alone on the sofa, reviewing the documents in his hands. This was his
first assignment: a British frigate had sunk in Chinese territorial waters, suspected to have been hit by an underwater weapon
. The Chinese military had no frontline contact report at that time, but the surviving British crew
insisted that it had been attacked in Chinese territorial waters. Fortunately, the intelligence communities of the two countries were not as hostile as during the Cold War; on the contrary
, they had cooperated many times in combating international terrorism. Fang Zheng's mission was to investigate the true cause of the warship's sinking.

Fang Zheng got up, poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, closed his eyes to rest, and
the documents floated into his mind. The seemingly flawless intelligence, pieced together, seemed to reveal a hidden
story. What was it? He couldn't figure it out.

The doorbell woke Fang Zheng. He went to the door and looked out through the security camera. An
unexpected – the young female soldier surnamed Zhang. She wasn't wearing her uniform, but a dark women's suit
skirt, revealing her long, slender legs in black stockings and black high heels,
giving her a crisp and capable look.

"Instructor Zhang, what brings you here? Come in!" Fang Zheng said with some surprise, warmly welcoming the young
female major into the house.

"Fang Zheng, you've graduated. I'm no longer your psychological instructor. You can call me by my name, Zhang
Meng, or Sister Meng..." Zhang Meng smiled.

"Once a teacher, always a teacher... well, you know... even though you're so young, you look like my little sister
... haha..." Fang Zheng said flirtatiously.

"You... never mind... whatever you want..." Zhang Meng hadn't expected to be teased by Fang Zheng so soon after entering the house, but
luckily she was already familiar with his style.

"Sister Meng, did you come to see me off?" Fang Zheng laughed. "You
got quite a few drinks at our graduation dinner..."

"Sort of... I came to give you something, and there's something the principal asked me to tell you..." Zhang
Meng's pretty face turned slightly red for some reason.

"Look at you, you haven't even had a drink yet, why is your face already red..." Fang Zheng took a glass, placed it in front of Zhang Meng,
and poured her a glass.

"I won't drink, drinking will ruin things... You keep this safe..." Zhang Meng didn't drink, but instead took out a
box for me, with a golden crown on it.

"Rolex? Is this stolen goods?" Fang Zheng took the box, looking at Zhang Meng with some confusion.

"It's not stolen goods... This is a genuine Rolex Submariner purchased from a reputable supplier... The technical department just made
some modifications... Besides the basic timekeeping function... You have everything James Bond has, and you also have things he doesn't have
..." Zhang Meng looked at him and laughed.

"James Bond has Bond girls, I don't even have a girlfriend yet..." Fang Zheng pretended to be aggrieved.

"Let's not talk about that. When you go on field missions, do you have a suitable suit? If not, the academy will pay for you to order a few from
a clothing store ..." Zhang Meng interrupted him.

"I hate wearing suits the most... I don't have a single one... But is it really necessary to go through all that trouble to order one? I can just buy
a few ..." Fang Zheng said.

"You're wearing a Rolex worth tens of thousands of yuan, and then you wear an ill-fitting suit. Wouldn't that be embarrassing for a military attaché stationed abroad..."
Zhang Meng was speechless.

"I heard that ordering is a lot of trouble..." Fang Zheng hated going to the street, especially to clothing stores.

"Never mind, I knew you'd think that way... Do you have a measuring tape at home..." Zhang Meng asked.

"Yes!" Fang Zheng got up and went to his parents' bedroom, rummaged through his mother's sewing box, and found her old
measuring tape that she hadn't used for years, handing it to Zhang Meng.

"Stand up..." Zhang Meng said to him, "I've taken your measurements and will have them made and
delivered to you..."

"This... isn't that too much trouble... I heard that ordering a suit requires trying it on several times..." Fang Zheng obediently
stood up.

"Too much of a good thing..." Zhang Meng measured his arm length with a tape measure and said softly, "That kind of suit costs
tens of thousands of US dollars, more expensive than your watch. It's too conspicuous. For you, a good fit is enough..."

"You're right, I'll listen to you..." Fang Zheng looked down at Zhang Meng's beautiful face. She was about
1.65 . He lowered his head slightly and could see her beautiful eyes. Her soft hair seemed to brush against the tip of his
nose. A faint fragrance wafted over, and Fang Zheng suddenly felt a tightness in his crotch; his penis had become erect.

Fang Zheng was twenty-one years old, in the prime of his life. Living in the military academy dormitory, he and his
friends had watched countless Japanese adult films. Coupled with the abundance of erotic books online and in the streets,
he was already incredibly familiar with matters between men and women, but only theoretically. He had never had a girlfriend, never held hands or kissed,
let alone had any actual experience with sex. Zhang Meng, though his instructor, was only four or five years older than him, in
the prime of a woman's life, between youthful innocence and maturity. Beautiful and gentle, she was the dream girl of almost every military academy
student , and Fang Zheng was no exception.

Zhang Meng, holding a measuring tape, wrapped it around Fang Zheng's waist. Her body was very close to his. He looked down at
the smooth skin of her neck, at how her clothes, strained by her high breasts, were almost touching his
chest . He felt a surge of inexplicable lust, and his penis grew harder, pressing against Zhang Meng's lower abdomen.

Zhang Meng felt the unusual sensation below her abdomen, glanced down, and a blush immediately rose on her pretty face
. She subtly shifted her body back. But Fang Zheng's penis seemed to continue to swell uncontrollably, and the space Zhang Meng had managed to retreat
was quickly filled by his bulging crotch.

"Behave yourself... don't think too much..." Zhang Meng's face grew increasingly red, and she could only hastily finish the measurement,
turning around to take out her phone to write down the measurements.

"Sister Meng... I..." Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed. Although Zhang Meng was young and looked like a girl next door, she was
, after all, a psychology instructor at the academy, and it wasn't appropriate to be abrupt.

"No... nothing..." Zhang Meng was also a little embarrassed. She had married young, and her husband had died in
a She was extremely saddened, and her heart had remained still ever since. She never expected that three years later, she would
feel a flutter in her heart for a young student.

"Are you done measuring? Business is done, sit down and have a drink?" Fang Zheng, being a man, broke
the awkward silence with his words.

"Ah... there's one more thing... I'm actually just passing on a message..." Zhang Meng lowered her head, not daring to look at Fang Zheng, and continued
, "You've always been single, right?... The academy has given you special permission to go to Heaven on Earth in Jingnan City for one night... all expenses
will be reimbursed ..."

"Heaven on Earth? That's not... that kind of place..." Although Fang Zheng had never had a girlfriend, he had heard of Heaven on Earth's
reputation, a notorious den of iniquity.

"Yes... you know... doing fieldwork... facing all sorts of temptations... the principal's point is... money isn't a problem for you,
it's just that women... we can't let you stumble on that." Zhang Meng regretted taking on this message
-passing task. If it weren't for the awkwardness earlier, it would have been fine, but now that she said it, it was practically an attempt to cover it up.

"Oh... then I... will go by myself?" Fang Zheng quickly understood the school's intention. They were afraid that
he, still a virgin, wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of women while on fieldwork, so they simply paid for him to try something new and have some fun. Although somewhat
absurd, it's also quite reasonable. Think of the seduction tactics the Federal intelligence agencies used in their early days;
countless Western intelligence agents fell victim to them. The most famous example is James Bond, brilliant throughout his life, who ultimately died
at the hands of a notorious woman, and was even robbed by our intelligence agents. The Omega Seamaster he stole from Old Qu and
resold to buy wine was a trophy from that search.

"You can go with Instructor Wang…that kind of place is only for men…" Zhang Meng replied irritably.
"I only came to deliver the watch and just happened to pass on this message!"

"Okay, okay, I understand…" Fang Zheng, seeing Zhang Meng's slight embarrassment, quickly nodded in agreement.

"I've delivered the message. The suit will be made as soon as possible and delivered before you leave…I'm leaving now,
take care …" Zhang Meng said softly.

"Aren't you going to sit for a while?" Fang Zheng asked, somewhat disappointed. Seeing Zhang Meng shake her head, he said helplessly, "Then I'll walk
you home..."

"It's so close to the faculty dormitory, what's the point of walking me home..." Zhang Meng shook her head, walked to the coat
rack beside her, and reached for her handbag.

Fate is such a strange thing. If Zhang Meng hadn't come to give Fang Zheng the watch, if she hadn't
hung her handbag on the coat rack, perhaps none of what happened later would have occurred. But there are no "ifs" in this world, and
their unexpected romance began just like that.

Zhang Meng took the handbag down, but her hand slipped, and the handbag fell out of her reach. She hurriedly reached out to grab it, her fingertips touching
the handbag, which only pushed it further away. Next to Fang Zheng's clothes rack was a heavy wardrobe. There was
a gap of a few centimeters behind the wardrobe, and Zhang Meng's handbag was knocked into it. Although she managed to grab the leather handle in time,
she got stuck when she tried to pull it out with her fist. She struggled a few times, but the grip tightened
, making it impossible to loosen her grip. Her hand ached terribly, and she cried out, "Fang Zheng, come help me!"

Hearing her cry, Fang Zheng quickly went behind Zhang Meng and found her hand stuck in a rather strange position in
the gap between the wardrobe and the wall. The young woman's delicate face was pressed against the cold wall, her eyes fixed on
the gap in the wardrobe, as if grasping at something. Her long legs were straight, and her calves, exposed under her short skirt
, were also tense. She remained motionless in that position.

"Sister Meng, what's wrong?" Fang Zheng turned to Zhang Meng and asked her.

"I accidentally dropped my handbag while grabbing it, and it fell into the gap behind the wardrobe. I'm holding onto the handle now
, but my hand is stuck, and I can't let go..." Zhang Meng, as expected of an instructor from the School of Political Science and Economics,
explained the situation clearly in just a few words.

"Oh, I see... Don't worry, let me take a look!" Fang Zheng, though young, was a man and
much calmer than Zhang Meng. He took a flashlight and carefully shone it, discovering that the space was too limited; he couldn't put his hand in
there at all, and pulling it out forcefully wouldn't work either, as he might hurt Zhang Meng's hand. Besides, he didn't know exactly
where .

Fang Zheng said to Zhang Meng, "Sister Meng, please bear with it for a moment, I'll move the wardrobe..." He tried to move
the wardrobe, but it was so high up that it reached the ceiling and had been specially screwed to the wall for stability; it simply would
n't budge.

"You can't move the wardrobe... Look, you have long arms, could you reach out and pull the handle of my purse
out of my hand? That way my hand will have some room to relax... But be careful with the angle, don't get stuck again..." Zhang Meng
offered the most reasonable suggestion.

Fang Zheng nodded, understanding that this was the only way. He thought to himself that Zhang Meng was still reminding
him not to get his hand stuck at this point; what a kind and good woman she was... Lost in thought, he reached out to grab her...
He reached for her right hand, but quickly realized he was taller and had longer arms than Zhang Meng. Unfortunately,
the space behind the wardrobe was too small; his fingertips couldn't reach her hand, let alone pull anything out of her palm. He could only
say, "Sister Meng, I can't reach it either!"

"You…you try standing closer!" Zhang Meng was also getting anxious, almost crying.

Fang Zheng's heart began to pound inexplicably. He carefully approached Zhang Meng's body, pressing his entire body against
her back. This inevitably led to intimate contact between their bodies. He felt a little timid, but mostly
happy.

Fang Zheng's legs were pressed tightly against Zhang Meng's long, straight legs. He could feel
the warmth of the young woman's legs through the fabric of his trousers and the perfect touch that made his heart race. His penis became hard again uncontrollably, his
erection positioned right behind Zhang Meng's pert buttocks. However, he dared not push against them, and could only
arch his back as far as he could. This pressed his chest against her back, and he
could feel even the position of her bra clasp.

Fang Zheng reached for his purse again, his mouth right next to Zhang Meng's ear, breathing naturally. Zhang Meng felt
uncomfortable being pressed against him like this, but she didn't think much of it. She knew that such contact
was , his warm breath tickled her, and she couldn't help but shake her head and twist her body slightly.
Since their bodies were already pressed close together, her slight movement completely filled the space that he had left out because of his timidity in not letting his genitals
get close to her buttocks.

"Hmm... Ah?!" Zhang Meng's body shifted, her buttocks thrusting back slightly, meeting Fang Zheng's
already hard penis. She gasped, her mind blank, then realized it was his penis. Her pretty face
flushed slightly, then turned somewhat annoyed.

"Fang Zheng... you..." Zhang Meng felt the hardness of the man's penis behind her, feeling a little embarrassed. She
wanted him to leave her body, but didn't know how to say it. As she pondered, his fingers touched her
handbag.

"Sister Meng, I can get it! Just a little more effort and I can get it out..." Fang Zheng's joyful voice
rang in Zhang Meng's ears.

Zhang Meng bit her bright red lips. She knew that since he could already reach the small box in her hand, he would
be able to get it out soon. She just had to bear with it.

"Ah..." Zhang Meng suddenly cried out in surprise. Fang Zheng had reached for the box even harder,
his body involuntarily pressing against Zhang Meng. This meant his erect penis was pressing hard against her
buttocks. This was no longer simple contact; the beauty's firm, rounded buttocks were being pressed downwards by his hardness,
no wonder she cried out in shame.

"This...I'm sorry...Sister Meng...I..." Fang Zheng's face flushed, his heart burning even hotter. The young woman's round, rounded buttocks
gave the tip of his penis an unusually pleasurable stimulation, making his mouth instantly dry.

"Don't say anything more, you...you should just pull the bag out..." Zhang Meng blushed, not daring to say anything more.

Fang Zheng, hearing that the shy beauty's tone didn't seem angry, had a daring
thought : "Just one more push, it should be fine, right?"

Without hesitation, he made a forceful reaching motion, his lower body slightly thrusting forward
, while simultaneously watching Zhang Meng's expression.

"Oh..." Zhang Meng groaned softly, her pretty face burning.
She felt incredibly uncomfortable, unsure whether Fang Zheng's actions were unintentional or deliberate. Seeing the genuine expression on his face, she pretended nothing had happened and
remained silent.

"So good...how can it be so good..." Fang Zheng thought to himself. His deliberate thrust, even through
several layers of fabric, had brought a sensation of pleasure as the tip of his penis rubbed against Zhang Meng's shapely buttocks, making his legs weak.
Coupled with the fragrance of her body and the sound of her panting, his desire had already flared.

"Sister Meng, just a little bit more, I'm almost there! Push in a little more!" the lustful young
man whispered in the young woman's ear.

"How much further? Can't you see my face is already pressed against the wall!" Zhang Meng said, her eyes glistening with tears. Her
uniquely seductive tone pleased Fang Zheng immensely.

He suppressed the urge to tear the clothes off the beautiful woman before him, and tried to speak in a natural tone, "Sister Meng,
just tiptoe a little, let me slip in a bit more, then I can grab the handbag more firmly..."

Zhang Meng thought Fang Zheng's words made sense and didn't realize the subtext of his request. She only hoped he could quickly
pull out the handbag so her hand would be free, so she immediately obediently tiptoed, making some
space . The beauty's feet were originally in high heels, but due to the tiptoeing action, her ankles formed a
beautiful arc, with only her toes still inside the shoes, making her incredibly sexy. Fang Zheng's
blood boiled .

When Zhang Meng's feet rose, her pert buttocks naturally lifted up, and Fang Zheng had been waiting for
this opportunity. Without hesitation, he took another small step forward, his hard, erect penis pressing right between her buttocks.

"Ah!" Zhang Meng gasped softly, her body going limp. The young
man behind her was violating her most private parts, causing her heart to pound wildly. She pressed herself weakly against the wall, even though there was no
room to escape.

"Fang Zheng...you...be gentle..." Zhang Meng still thought Fang Zheng's thrust was a coincidence, but she could feel the heat and hardness of his penis
between . Her body went weak, and she almost couldn't stand
up. She had no choice but to remind him.

"Hiss...Sister Meng...I'm sorry...did I squeeze you...I'll be gentler!" Fang Zheng said, suppressing his lust,
his face flushed, secretly enjoying himself. He could clearly feel his penis pressing against Zhang Meng's
buttocks, which were covered by a thin skirt. The tip of his penis gently interlocked with the beauty's tightly closed cleft, making him
almost .

Having gained one advantage, Fang Zheng's lust was aroused. Suddenly, he reached out his left hand and hugged Zhang Meng's slender waist, exclaiming, "Oh dear
... I can't stand anymore!"

Zhang Meng's beautiful eyes widened instantly at the sudden embrace from behind. She was about to speak,
but upon hearing his words, she quickly suppressed the urge to rebuke him, though her already flushed face burned
even hotter.

Fang Zheng chuckled inwardly; this beautiful female instructor had gradually fallen into his trap of gentleness. Although he...
Although he was a novice, he grew up in a family of spies and was exposed to the ways of the world from a young age, understanding people's hearts. Even though Zhang Meng had been working for
several years and studied psychology, she was no match for him in terms of

cunning. "It's okay, hurry up and take it out, my hand feels a little sore!" Zhang Meng said softly , trying to calm herself down. Fang Zheng nodded
.

This time he could actually hold Zhang Meng's handbag. He tried to pull it gently and
asked , "Sister Meng, does your hand hurt?"

"A little, it's okay, hurry up and take it out!" Although Zhang Meng wanted to end the awkward situation quickly,
she felt a strange sense of anticipation.

"Okay, then I'll pull harder. If it hurts, just tell me, okay?" Fang Zheng said,
holding his lower body forward, his hard and thick penis sliding deep into the beauty's buttocks.
At the same time, his right hand cooperated with the movement of his lower body, forcefully pulling the handbag in her hand.

"Ah... ooh..." Zhang Meng finally couldn't help but let out a soft, seductive cry after his thrust.

"Sister Meng, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Fang Zheng, who was about to explode with pleasure,
asked .

"You... Fang Zheng, don't suddenly use so much force..." Zhang Meng said with a sob in her voice. She could feel a
warm flow gushing from between her legs, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The atmosphere in the room was incredibly ambiguous at this moment. Zhang Meng seemed to feel that this was a bit embarrassing, and added:
"Be gentle, take it out slowly. If you suddenly use too much force, my hand will hurt!"

Fang Zheng chuckled inwardly. This beauty's heart was probably already pounding like a deer. Behind her was his thick penis, and
in front, his lustful hand was around her slender waist. In such an intimate position, if he told others that they weren't a couple, who would
believe it? At this moment, he no longer cared about hiding the fact that he was actually teasing her under the guise of helping. He whispered in Zhang Meng's ear: "Is
this kind of force okay?" and then thrust again.

"Mmm...like this...okay..." Zhang Meng gasped. She was no longer sensible; she now understood Fang Zheng
's intentions. Although she was furious, she felt even more ashamed, yet she didn't truly want to reject this
ambiguous situation.

Fang Zheng pressed close to Zhang Meng's delicate body. Her slender hands, left hand against the wall, right hand wedged in
a crevice, her legs raised, her long hair obscuring her flushed face. The beauty's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes
fluttering, her sexy lips pursed, occasionally emitting alluring moans with each thrust of his penis, but she
said nothing more. He knew his violation of the beautiful young woman had been tacitly approved, so he became bolder,
subtly leaning back, his hard penis leaving Zhang Meng's buttocks. Suddenly, the hard, burning sensation was gone;
she seemed to feel empty, involuntarily arching her body, her buttocks slightly raised. This incredibly alluring posture
almost made his nose bleed. Without thinking, he thrust his hips forward, ramming into her.

"Ah..." Zhang Meng let out a single cry before clenching her teeth tightly. Her supple body suddenly
stiffened and began to tremble violently.

Although Fang Zheng had read countless adult films and erotic books, he was still a novice and didn't know that this was a sign of
a woman's orgasm. He only saw the mist rising in Zhang Meng's beautiful eyes, her soft moans, and
her irresistible charm, which fueled his growing desire and made his penis even harder.

Fang Zheng's fingers had completely gripped Zhang Meng's handbag, and he could have taken it out, but he didn't.
His left hand still held her slender waist as he continued to thrust his lower body, pulling her body towards him. The intense impact
and friction made his glans feel a little painful even through his pants, but it was also incredibly pleasurable. He and Zhang Meng
seemed to have reached a tacit understanding; neither of them said another word, only moving instinctively. The beautiful young woman's face was flushed,
her breathing became increasingly rapid, and the expression on her pretty face seemed to be a mixture of pain and pleasure, but she didn't cry out again.

If anyone else were present, they would see Fang Zheng with one arm around Zhang Meng's slender waist and the other hand reaching into
the gap in the wardrobe, as if he were holding her down and raping her. And indeed, that was pretty much the case
, except for the actual penetration.

Zhang Meng had already been brought to orgasm by the young man behind her, but being an experienced woman, she knew he
hadn't fully released. She could only grit her teeth, raise her heels, and thrust her buttocks back in response
. Though she was incredibly ashamed, the pleasurable sensations made her unable to think much.

Fang Zheng thrust faster and faster, feeling his glans completely break free from his foreskin, burning with pain, but more than that
, an unbearable pleasure. A dozen seconds later, his glans
went , spurting out hot fluid that soaked his underwear and quickly drenched his outer trousers. He
pressed Zhang Meng's body tightly against him, his penis throbbing against her buttocks for several seconds before gradually softening.

After ejaculating, Fang Zheng felt his legs go weak, and Zhang Meng's body also went limp at that moment, leaning against him as
they both collapsed to the ground.

Fang Zheng rolled over and pulled Zhang Meng into his arms, taking her right hand and glancing at it,
saying, "Sister Meng, it's just a little red, it should be alright!" He then handed her his handbag.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Zhang Meng leaned against him, her face flushed. She could feel her short skirt was soaked through
, and her gaze shifted to Fang Zheng's crotch, which was soaked with semen. Her heart pounded violently, and
she dared not look up at him again. The room fell silent.

"You...you go change your pants..." After a long while, Zhang Meng struggled to get out of Fang Zheng's embrace and
whispered .

"Ah, okay...I'll go right now..." Fang Zheng hurriedly jumped up and sprinted back to his
bedroom, changed his underwear and outer pants, and then rushed back.

"You...so fast?" Zhang Meng was adjusting her clothes when Fang Zheng returned in less than two minutes.
She was surprised, but quickly blushed and fell silent.

"Sister Meng...I was afraid you'd leave...I'm sorry..." Fang Zheng had been having a good time and was now a little scared. After all,
Zhang Meng was an instructor at the academy. If people found out he had molested her, not to mention the punishment from the school,
the wrath of the male students who also secretly admired Zhang Meng would be enough to burn him to ashes.

"Fang Zheng...you...you're still young...this really isn't right..." The blush on Zhang Meng's pretty face faded considerably.
She sat on the sofa, tossed her hair, and said softly.

"Yes...you're too beautiful...I...couldn't resist..." Fang Zheng sincerely praised her, then couldn't help teasing her.
"I'm not young anymore?"

"You, I'm not talking to you anymore..." Zhang Meng didn't respond to Fang Zheng's double entendre, feeling increasingly ashamed.

"Sister Meng...you...you're so beautiful...your boyfriend is so lucky..." Fang Zheng deliberately used a double
entendre again.

"I'm already married..." This time, Zhang Meng didn't catch his flirting and answered honestly.

"Married? That's a pity..." Fang Zheng was greatly disappointed to hear that Zhang Meng was already married, and said
insincerely , "You should visit your brother-in-law sometime..."

"You can't see him...he sacrificed himself three years ago during a mission..." Zhang Meng's expression was somewhat
somber.

"Ah...is that so? That's such a pity..." Fang Zheng looked at the beautiful young woman's sad expression, feeling pity,
but even more so, a sense of joy.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, I'm leaving now...I'll bring you your suit later..." Zhang Meng got up to leave.

"Sister Meng, you're not angry with me about what happened earlier, are you?" Fang Zheng asked cautiously.

"How could that be... It's normal for a boy to react like that after just having contact with a girl..." Zhang Meng's
pretty face flushed slightly as she said awkwardly.

"Really... That's good then... Your body suddenly stiffened just now... I thought I hurt you..." Fang Zheng said
with a smile.

"That's not... Never mind... Why should I tell you these things..." Zhang Meng said half a sentence, then fell silent,
her pretty face turning bright red.

"Sister Meng, I know... Is that called... an orgasm...?" Fang Zheng now understood
what had just happened. He had never personally witnessed a woman reaching orgasm before, but
after calming down after ejaculating, he knew that he had not only ejaculated for the first time on Zhang Meng's shapely buttocks,
but brought this beautiful young woman to orgasm, even though they were still separated by several layers of clothing and had not actually touched skin.

"Why are you asking so many questions..." Zhang Meng also realized that Fang Zheng was teasing her, feeling both ashamed and annoyed, she spat,
hurriedly got up, opened the door, and fled in panic.

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