[Dong Jun] [Author: yi2115242 (Mu Yi Fei Yang)]

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

Author: yi2115242 ( Mu Yi Fei Yang ) Word Count
: 26828

********** ... "Please, I don't even know her. I'm just curious why you're praising her so much," Zhang Yichu shrugged indifferently. "She really is pretty, and she transferred from our class but has now transferred back. Anyway, a lot of people liked . Didn't you notice that a lot of the boys in our class were giving her strange looks?" Xiao Wen whispered. "I saw your strange looks!" Zhang Yichu said irritably. The two of them sat in the last row and couldn't see the eyes of the people in front of them, so Xiao Wen was obviously lying. "That's right, looking at pretty girls makes me feel alive." Xiao Wen was young, but he was very glib. "Get lost!" Zhang Yichu snapped at him without any politeness. In any school and class, students with good grades usually sit in the front and students with poor grades sit in the back. But Zhang Yichu was not a rule. He had excellent grades and could keep up with everything the teacher said, but he always sat in the last row. He was an excellent student but extremely mischievous. He would chat, pass notes, and laugh and joke around; wherever he sat, there was chaos, severely disrupting classroom discipline. Sometimes he would even fight with students from other classes. Huang Renhe had repeatedly criticized and educated him, but he remained incorrigible. Finally, Huang Renhe moved him to the last row. As for Xiao Wen, he was the worst of the worst, the class's blank exam paper king. However, since Zhang Yichu arrived, the blank exam paper king had changed somewhat; at least he could answer many multiple-choice questions correctly. Zhang Yichu used to study in the city, but his family's business failed, leaving them almost penniless, so they sent him back to his grandmother's hometown. Of course, he didn't know this; he only felt that his allowance was less, the food was worse, and his clothes weren't as nice as before. However, he adapted to rural life relatively quickly and soon became friends with his friends. When the bayberries, oranges, and plums in the mountains ripened, it was their season for mischief. Some went even further, stealing chickens and ducks, or even beating stray dogs in the middle of the night, adding anesthetic to their meat so the dogs would fall asleep immediately, then strangling them with rope. Of course, Zhang Yichu himself never did any of these petty thefts; he just watched. It wasn't that he lacked the courage, but he felt guilty if he did it. Zhang Yichu and Xiaowen whispered amongst themselves, completely unaware that their homeroom teacher had been glancing at them several times . Thump! A small object struck Zhang Yichu precisely on the forehead and rolled to the ground. "Ouch, who threw that at me!" Zhang Yichu cried out, rubbing his stinging forehead. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a piece of chalk, and then understood that it was the homeroom teacher who had thrown it. The class burst into laughter, then immediately fell silent. "Zhang Yichu, what were you talking about with Jiang Bowen just now? You were laughing so happily. Come on, tell the teacher, let me have a laugh too." Huang Renhe's words caused another round of laughter from the students. Zhang Yichu abruptly stood up, her eyes fixed on a girl standing on the podium. The girl had an oval face, fair skin, and small, moist lips. Her hair was tied in a small ponytail, and she was slender, wearing a purple long-sleeved shirt and tight jeans—simple clothes that perfectly . "Is she the girl Xiaowen was talking about? Not bad! I wonder what her name is?" Zhang Yichu glanced at her casually, a slight stirring in her heart, as if a seed was sprouting . "Why aren't you saying anything?" Huang Renhe stared intently at Zhang Yichu, his expression very serious. He was at his wit's end with this student; if it were his own son, he would have given him a good beating. Zhang Yichu was only talking about how to pursue this unknown girl; how could she dare say it aloud? Seeing his silence, Huang Renhe became very angry. "You stand up here! When I told you not to speak, you were all smiles , but when I told you to, you couldn't even utter a sound!" The class burst into laughter again. Zhang Yichu, however, was used to it, even a little smug, as if making his classmates laugh was his great achievement. Under Xiao Wen's winking, he walked to the front of the classroom. "Stop!" Huang Renhe said, "You need to apologize to this student. He was introducing himself on stage, and you were talking to him from below. Do you know how to respect others?" Zhang Yichu's face fell immediately. He had never apologized to anyone in public before! He was extremely unwilling. He glanced at the girl, and she glanced at him back. Indifferently, they looked at each other like ordinary passersby. He thought this girl was very arrogant, like a little peacock holding its head high, looking down on all the other beauties. "And Jiang Bowen, you have to apologize too!" Huang Renhe, thin and wiry, dressed in a blue Zhongshan suit, was as meticulous as his words. Jiang Bowen cooperated immediately, saying without hesitation, "I'm sorry!" "Stand up, and speak louder!" Huang Renhe shouted. "I'm sorry!"

Jiang Bowen suddenly stood up, his voice like a thunderclap, almost lifting the roof off the classroom.

The class erupted in laughter again, several problem students secretly giving him a thumbs up.

Only Huang Renhe was startled, furious, but could only glare at him fiercely.

Zhang Yichu really didn't want to apologize; he felt it wasn't a big deal.

Besides, bowing his head in front of a girl like this was embarrassing and humiliating.

"But, if I don't apologize, will she hate me? Will she look down on me?"

Lost in thought, a fragrance wafted to his nose.

"It smells so good! Is this girl wearing perfume?"

He didn't realize why he was worrying about these things.

"Hey, I'm a man, what's there to be afraid of? I'll apologize!"

Zhang Yichu thought it through, mustered his courage, and raised his head to speak, only to find that the girl's gaze wasn't
on .

Zhang Yichu felt a sudden emptiness in his chest; the seed that was about to sprout seemed to have been
buried .

"I'm sorry..."

Zhang Yichu finally said, but the girl ignored him.

Those bright, starry eyes never lingered on him, not even for a moment.

Next came the distribution of new textbooks. Several of the most troublesome students volunteered, rushing downstairs to
their classrooms to collect their books, including Zhang Yichu and Jiang Bowen.

Jiang Bowen, tall and strong, carried a towering stack of books up the stairs, asking, "How is it? Pretty, right?"

Zhang Yichu's mind immediately conjured up the image of that girl, along with her faint, unknown fragrance,
lingering in her heart.

"But she didn't even look at me just now. She must not like me!"

Thinking this, Zhang Yichu felt a sharp, piercing pain in her heart, as if pricked by a needle.

On the surface, he remained calm, saying, "I don't feel anything."

After a moment's hesitation, he added, "So-so!"

Jiang Bowen glanced at him, then said disappointedly, "Okay, I was hoping to help you win her over!"

Zhang Yichu's heart skipped a beat. "Win her over? If only..."

He was actually quite excited, but feigned nonchalance, tentatively asking, "What, are you very familiar with her?"

"Hehe, not really."

Jiang Bowen, unaware of his thoughts, chuckled.

If it were Zhang Yichu's usual self, he would definitely have told Jiang Bowen to get lost! But this time, he didn't say it.

However, he was also too embarrassed to ask about the girl. Actually, he really wanted to ask Jiang Bowen; for some reason, he
had an impulse to know everything about this girl immediately.

This impulse stemmed from a restless heart beneath his calm exterior.

Zhang Yichu wasn't a saint, but he didn't want to be a fool and blurt out all his thoughts.

So he tried to subtly probe, hoping to extract some useful information from Jiang Bowen.

But Jiang Bowen, whether intentionally or not, always missed the mark, yet still kept Zhang Yichu in
suspense.

This infuriated Zhang Yichu; it felt like someone was trying to stop an itch, but instead, they were using a feather to tickle it
, making it worse.

After the textbooks were distributed, it was time to rearrange the seats.

Seating arrangements, besides being related to height, were mainly influenced by grades.

Of course, the eight seats in the last row were excluded.

Zhang Yichu didn't want to sit in the front; the back was more comfortable.

Following the principle of pairing boys and girls for easier work, the seats were assigned.

She sat next to a boy, and Zhang Yichu immediately felt uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the boy was a good friend of hers named Huang Zhi, a carefree person,
average-looking, and average-performing.

Zhang Yichu felt he wasn't good enough for her, which made her feel a little better.

Huang Renhe cleared his throat and said, "First of all, I want to apologize to everyone. Zhang Yichu
has been punished by being forced to sit at the back because he keeps losing points. However, his grades are excellent, as everyone can see, and
he has a good chance of getting into a top-tier high school. The English teacher mentioned this to me, saying that she doesn't want to miss out on such a promising student.
Therefore, I'm asking for everyone's opinion here. Those who agree that Zhang Yichu should sit in the front, please raise your hands!"

Huang Renhe's words touched Zhang Yichu. Although Huang Renhe was usually strict with him, which made him resentful, he
genuinely wanted what was best for him. Since

the homeroom teacher had said so, everyone naturally had no objections. Except for a few students who didn't get along with Zhang Yichu,
most of them raised their hands.

Just like that, Zhang Yichu was moved to the third row, and she was sitting to his left in front of him.

He was a little excited. Although they weren't deskmates, this was still an unexpected surprise.

However, Huang Zhi, who was supposed to be his deskmate, gave him an even bigger surprise the next moment.

Huang Zhi, using the lame excuse that he was afraid of getting nearsighted sitting in the front, suggested that he switch seats with Zhang Yichu.

Huang Renhe didn't object, and just like that, he and she became deskmates.

When he stood up to get his textbooks, he saw all his close friends behind him, including Jiang Bowen,
grinning at him.

Zhang Yichu calmly and nonchalantly gathered her textbooks, but accidentally spilled her stationery
all over the floor.

At that moment, he blushed, as if a small secret in his heart had been exposed.

Actually, he mostly thought it was fate.

Perhaps everyone sees such encounters as fate, believing it's preordained.

However, her reaction wasn't so friendly; she tilted her head, looking to the other side, giving him a beautiful
profile.

This poured cold water on Zhang Yichu's joy.

But he still couldn't help but steal glances at her, and at the same time, he saw her name: Dong Jun.

The English teacher was a seemingly gentle and quiet woman named Zhou Weiqin, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
She had been transferred to teach there last semester and was widely recognized as the most beautiful female teacher in the school.

Zhang Yichu didn't pay much attention to these things, but his English teacher had asked him to go to her dormitory after school,
so he came.

The English teacher's dormitory was on the second floor, a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom apartment, about thirty square meters, and even equipped with a small
color TV .

Zhang Yichu absolutely didn't want to come to a place like this, so he walked very quietly, not daring to make a sound.

Fortunately, those fierce-looking teachers ignored him.

"Teacher Zhou!"

Zhang Yichu pushed open the unlocked door.

"Oh! It's Zhang Yichu, come in."

Zhou Weiqin was sitting and writing lesson plans, not even looking up.

The desk was next to the window by the door, and the curtains were drawn.

Zhang Yichu said

"Oh," and walked in, staring blankly at Zhou Weiqin. Zhou Weiqin wrote for a while, glanced at Zhang Yichu, and smiled, "Why aren't you saying anything? You're usually
quite talkative."

Zhang Yichu felt a little embarrassed, but remembering that Zhou Weiqin had pleaded for him, he sincerely said, "Thank you, Teacher Zhou."

Zhou Weiqin put down her pen and stared at Zhang Yichu, "What are you thanking me for? Tell me."

Zhang Yichu said, "Thank you for pleading for me with the homeroom teacher."

Zhou Weiqin stood up, walked to Zhang Yichu, and casually closed the door behind her, "Hehe, now you know
how good your teacher is to you? Please sit down, I'll get you a glass of water."

Zhou Weiqin pointed to her chair.

"No need to trouble yourself, Teacher!"

Zhang Yichu said politely, feeling uneasy about drinking his teacher's tea.

Zhou Weiqin ignored him, poured herself a glass of warm water, and handed it to Zhang Yichu.

Zhang Yichu took the glass somewhat uneasily. Usually, when he saw his teacher, he was either being criticized or had something to do;
today, Teacher Zhou seemed a little strange.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Why aren't you sitting?"

Zhou Weiqin asked.

"Please sit, Teacher,"

Zhang Yichu said, holding the glass and taking a small sip of water, looking somewhat lost.

Zhou Weiqin smiled and gave him a gentle look. "Alright, then I'll sit. You finally know how to
respect your teacher ! You made me cry the other day!"

Zhang Yichu felt ashamed, remembering Teacher Zhou's tearful eyes on the podium that day.

So he put down the cup, bowed to Zhou Weiqin, and said, "I'm sorry, teacher." "

Hehe, I was just saying it casually, and you took it seriously?"

Zhou Weiqin was amused by his earnestness and said, "Never mind, never mind, I'm not angry anymore."

Zhang Yichu looked up and saw that Teacher Zhou was drinking water from her cup.

Zhang Yichu's face burned, and he weakly reminded her, "Teacher, the cup..."

"What about the cup?"

Zhou Weiqin glanced at him sideways, intentionally or unintentionally sticking out her pink tongue and licking the rim of the cup.

Zhang Yichu felt that he had seen the teacher's face somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

"Teacher, is there anything else?"

Zhang Yichu was extremely nervous. He wanted to leave, feeling that Teacher Zhou was acting strangely.

"Of course I have something to say."

Zhou Weiqin patted the armrest of the chair. "Come sit here, I'm going to teach you some new vocabulary."

"Oh, so the teacher is going to teach me vocabulary!"

Zhang Yichu suddenly realized, thinking, "That makes sense, the teacher wouldn't ask me to chat idly,
it's normal to talk about studying!"

Zhang Yichu sat halfway on the armrest, more than a head taller than Zhou Weiqin.

Zhou Weiqin took out a notebook and wrote a word in it.

b-r-e-a-s-t Zhou Weiqin wrote it, and Zhang Yichu read it aloud.

"Teacher Zhou, what does this word mean?"

Zhang Yichu asked, he hadn't learned this word before and didn't know what it meant.

"Here, look it up yourself."

Zhou Weiqin handed him an English-Chinese dictionary with a half-smile.

"You need to develop your practical skills, you know?"

Zhang Yichu picked up a dictionary, looked up the word, and read it: "breast."

Suddenly realizing something, he stammered, "Huh? Breast...?!"

He was still a virgin, and he would react even to seeing slightly sexy swimsuits on TV, let alone
discussing such a private topic as breasts with a woman in person.

He blushed deeply, glanced back at the beautiful female teacher, and noticed that she had unbuttoned
the top two buttons of her shirt at some point, immediately catching a glimpse of her two
snow-white breasts encased in a black bra.

His head went blank, and his lower body instantly hardened.

Teacher Zhou, however, acted as if nothing had happened, lowering her head to look at the dictionary. Her two full, snow-white breasts
swayed as if they were about to break free from the bra, making Zhang Yichu's heart
tremble with excitement.

"T-Teacher..."

Zhang Yichu was a little overwhelmed, quickly covering his crotch with one hand to hide his embarrassment.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Weiqin turned to look at him, deliberately rubbing her chest against Zhang Yichu's arm.

Zhang Yichu felt his elbow bump against something soft, a feeling that was indescribably comfortable, making his
lower body even harder.

Unfortunately, because of his underwear, he only felt extremely uncomfortable at the top.

Zhou Weiqin pointed to the dictionary and said, "Zhang Yichu, which page were you flipping to just now? I can't find it anywhere."

Zhang Yichu blushed and found the word. "It's here."

"Where? Show me?"

Zhou Weiqin grabbed Zhang Yichu's hand that was covering his crotch.

Zhang Yichu was startled and quickly covered his crotch with his left hand.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing that Teacher Zhou was looking for the word, so he pointed to
the word "breast" with his index finger.

"Hmm, yes, do you remember the meaning of this word?"

Zhou Weiqin asked.

"I remember,"

Zhang Yichu answered obediently.

"What does it mean?"

Zhou Weiqin asked.

"Breasts..."

Zhang Yichu stammered.

He saw that almost all of Teacher Zhou's shirt buttons were undone, revealing her rounded breasts and flat stomach
. The two white, tender mounds of flesh almost blinded him.

He felt like he couldn't take it anymore; something inside his penis was about to burst out. The feeling was pleasurable,
yet incredibly shameful.

"Zhang Yichu, what's wrong with you here?"

Zhou Weiqin moved his hands away, revealing the small tent in his crotch standing there abruptly, making him lower his head in
shame .

"Teacher Zhou, I..."

Zhang Yichu stammered.

"Let the teacher take a look, okay?"

Zhou Weiqin said.

"That's my little brother, there's nothing to see!"

Zhang Yichu struggled.

Actually, he really wanted to let his little brother out, because he was in a lot of pain.

"Let the teacher see, or the teacher can show you her little sister later."

Zhou Weiqin was being a little lewd.

If it were a sensible man, he would have already pinned this slut to the ground and fucked her hard.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yichu was only a fifteen-year-old boy, and he had only seen a couple of adult films.

He only felt a surge of heat in his body, which excited him and even made him a little breathless.

"Teacher has a little sister?"

Zhang Yichu asked in surprise. Of course, he didn't know that the little sister Zhou Weiqin was talking about was actually her slut.

"Yes, she misses your little cock!"

Zhou Weiqin pulled down Zhang Yichu's pants, and a hard, thick cock sprang out.

Zhang Yichu had only just entered puberty, and his pubic hair had only grown a little bit.

He was very shy, and he quickly covered his hard, painful cock with both hands, but the glans still slipped out between his fingers
.

It was indeed shameful, but not so oppressive.

Zhou Weiqin stared at the large, blood-red glans, a strange light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She pried open Zhang Yichu's hand and tightly grasped the hot, throbbing penis in her grasp.

"Not bad, you've got the figure, Zhang Yichu..."

Zhou Weiqin licked her scarlet lips.

Zhang Yichu felt a surge of intense pleasure from her grip, his penis almost
bursting .

"Teacher, teacher, I need to pee!"

Zhang Yichu thought he needed to urinate, suppressing his pleasure, and stammered.

"Quick, baby, stand up!"

Zhou Weiqin pulled Zhang Yichu up, quickly squatted between his legs, and positioned his penis against her open red
lips.

"Teacher, what are you doing?!"

Zhang Yichu was shocked.

"Yichu, be good, pee in teacher's mouth!"

Zhou Weiqin's hand, holding the penis, moved rapidly.

"Oh, no... Teacher... no!"

Zhang Yichu cried out in a daze, trying to move away, but his penis was firmly held by Teacher Zhou.

After only three or four thrusts, a thick, hot stream of semen spurted from his urethra, all of it shooting into Teacher Zhou's mouth.

Zhang Yichu convulsed with pleasure, ejaculating more than ten times before stopping, and Zhou Weiqin
swallowed every last drop.

"Teacher..."

Zhang Yichu looked timidly at the woman kneeling between his legs, licking his semen. He knew that a man's penis was meant to be
ejaculated into a woman's vagina, to give birth to a child.

Once, he had secretly watched a pornographic film where a man was on top of a woman, his buttocks twitching,
and he had instantly become hard.

He also knew that a woman's vagina was called a "pussy," and he sometimes cursed, "fuck your mother's pussy," but he had never seen
what a pussy looked like, nor did he know what it felt like to fuck a pussy.

Now he understood: Teacher Zhou wanted him to fuck her pussy.

So he mustered his courage and said, "Teacher Zhou, teach me how to fuck, okay?"

Zhou Weiqin looked at him and smiled, "Whose pussy do you want to fuck?"

Zhang Yichu didn't answer, afraid that Teacher Zhou would be angry.

"Say something, be a good girl and cooperate with Teacher, okay?"

Zhou Weiqin said softly, much like a loving mother.

"I, I'm afraid you'll be angry..."

Zhang Yichu was still timid.

"Say it, Teacher will definitely not be angry, Teacher promises you!"

Zhou Weiqin pulled him into her arms, her soft breasts pressed against Zhang Yichu's face.

Zhang Yichu felt the fullness and warmth of his teacher's breasts, making him want to
hold those two mounds of flesh in his hands and play with them.

But he didn't dare to do it, afraid that his teacher would be angry.

"Teacher, I want to fuck your pussy..."

Zhang Yichu whispered, burying his head completely in Zhou Weiqin's deep cleavage.

"You little rascal... you're so young but already thinking about playing with women!"

Zhou Weiqin said coquettishly.

"Teacher, I want..."

Zhang Yichu inhaled deeply the fragrance emanating from Teacher Zhou's breasts, pleading like a child.

Zhou Weiqin was already overflowing with lustful fluids, wishing Zhang Yichu would immediately
thrust his large penis into her cunt to relieve the itch.

However, this was also her first time having an affair, and with a boy eight or nine years younger than her.

She needed to tell him some things before she could play around with him without worry.

As for why she chose Zhang Yichu, it was because this mischievous little devil was the only one she could think of. He had made her cry,
so sometimes she wanted to bite him.

But in the quiet of the night, when she was desperately thirsty, the image of this boy would also appear in her mind.

That's why she subconsciously asked the homeroom teacher to have him come to her dormitory today.

When seducing Zhang Yichu, her heart was definitely beating ten times faster than his.

But the long-lost taste of semen was like an aphrodisiac, completely igniting the desire in her heart.

"Can you promise not to tell anyone about what happened today?"

Zhou Weiqin asked seriously.

"Yes! I, Zhang Yichu, swear I will never tell anyone about what happened today, otherwise..."

Zhang Yichu mimicked the oaths he'd seen on TV.

Zhou Weiqin chuckled, "Alright, alright, I believe you."

But in her heart, she thought, "Men don't need to learn how to deceive women."

At least Zhang Yichu knew how to use oaths to make women happy without being taught.

Zhou Weiqin pulled her pencil skirt up to her lower abdomen, took off her underwear, put her legs on the armrests of the office chair, spread her
wet, greasy labia, and said, "Come and fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Looking at Zhou Weiqin's exposed genitals, Zhang Yichu felt an unbearable throbbing pain in his penis, and his hand involuntarily
began to stroke it.

Zhou Weiqin's pubic hair was much thicker than his, and it was curly, with a small hole constantly opening and closing between her labia
.

Zhang Yichu's mouth went dry, his eyes glazed over, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Hehe, Yichu, are you thirsty?"

Zhou Weiqin asked.

"Hmm..."

Zhang Yichu's throat bobbed, and she only managed to utter one word.

Zhou Weiqin took the cup, and Zhang Yichu reached out to take it, but unexpectedly, Teacher Zhang spilled the entire cup of water on the ground.

Zhang Yichu, bewildered, stared blankly at Zhou Weiqin.

"Don't worry, Teacher won't make you lick the floor,"

Zhou Weiqin said seductively, placing the cup between her legs and gently scraping the rim of her vulva
. A stream of clear, lustful fluid slowly flowed into the cup.

Actually, Zhang Yichu's mind had completely shut down; he hadn't understood her words at all, his entire being immersed in
the spectacle of the cup collecting her fluids.

Especially the slight moans caused by Zhou Weiqin scraping her fragrant, smooth vulva made him realize that women were
made of water, especially a woman as delicate and beautiful as Teacher Zhou.

In no time, the cup was filled with her fluids. Zhou Weiqin's face was flushed, and she smiled, "Come here,
child, Teacher will feed you."

Zhang Yichu, as if under a spell, walked over in a daze.

"Open your mouth..."

Zhou Weiqin said softly.

Zhang Yichu opened his mouth, and a warm, sweet current flowed into it, a sour and salty taste he couldn't
quite describe .

The stimulation to his sense of consciousness far outweighed the stimulation to his taste buds. Zhang Yichu's body was burning with lust, and he frantically licked the fresh, lustful fluid from
the cup clean.

"Teacher Zhou, I'm going to fuck you, fuck your cunt to death!"

He thrust his rock-hard cock between Teacher Zhou's legs, haphazardly inserting it, but the glans slipped
several times without finding the entrance.

Zhou Weiqin shushed him, "Keep your voice down, don't let anyone outside hear."

She gazed tenderly at the young man before her, guiding his large cock and leading the glans into her
already overflowing vulva.

"Come in, you little fool!"

Zhou Weiqin said, both pleased and annoyed.

Zhang Yichu's heart was in his throat. With a thrust of his hips, the glans parted the two tender labia and
entered Teacher Zhou's warmest and wetter honey hole.

This was a woman's softest and most precious place, now at his disposal.

"Oh..."

Both of them let out a satisfied sigh at the same time.

"Teacher, is this what fucking feels like? It feels so good!"

Zhang Yichu, now bolder, said shamelessly.

Men certainly have the upper hand in bed; age isn't a problem.

If you can make a woman scream and have multiple orgasms, you wouldn't trade it for any amount of money! "You little rascal..."

Zhou Weiqin gave him a charmingly coquettish look and whispered, "Aren't you going to hurry up and put it in?"

Her tone was calm, yet revealed a hint of urgency.

Such allure was enough to erode any man's ambition.

Even if Zhang Yichu was completely oblivious to romance, Zhou Weiqin's gaze made his bones melt.

Gritting his teeth, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his penis a little deeper into her cunt.

"Oh, oh, so tight, teacher, you're squeezing me so hard!"

Zhang Yichu said.

"Hmm... hiss! Slower, slower..."

Zhou Weiqin's brows furrowed slightly, she bit her lip, and tightened her grip on Zhang Yichu's waist.

Zhang Yichu's penis was indeed quite heavy, and being a virgin, he didn't know his own strength,
hurting Zhou Weiqin on the first thrust.

After a while, Zhou Weiqin adjusted and bit her red lips, saying, "Okay, go ahead..."

Zhang Yichu was already impatient, his penis thoroughly lubricated by her juices. With a sudden thrust, his fierce
penis slid all the way into Zhou Weiqin's cunt, pounding into the deepest part of her flesh.

"Mmm..."

Zhou Weiqin groaned, arching her back, her eyes rolling back, her fingernails digging into Zhang Yichu
's waist.

"Teacher, Teacher!"

Zhang Yichu called out excitedly, unable to resist kissing Zhou Weiqin's slightly parted lips, their two wet tongues
intertwined like a knot.

Each thrust of his penis hit Zhou Weiqin's most tender clitoris.

This was his first time making love, his first time experiencing the beauty of a woman, and the feelings in his heart were indescribable
.

Zhou Weiqin was sent soaring to heaven by his thrusts, almost fainting from pleasure.

After a long, panting moan, she finally said, "You little rascal, you're killing me!"

Her words held a mixture of reproach and affection.

Zhang Yichu, oblivious to women's feelings, asked pitifully, "Teacher, does it hurt?"

"Idiot!"

Zhou Weiqin returned his kiss, softly saying, "Thrust harder, this is pleasurable!"

Receiving his teacher's directive, Zhang Yichu, like an engine at full throttle, gripped Zhou Weiqin's
beautiful buttocks and began thrusting wildly.

Zhou Weiqin tried to keep her moans low, but Zhang Yichu's intensity was too much; each thrust
felt like it was crushing and tearing her body apart, driving her to madness.

Because Zhang Yichu had already ejaculated once, this time he lasted much longer, the penetration itself giving him
unbearable . He just wanted to keep going until he fucked the woman beneath him to death.

Zhou Weiqin suppressed her pleasure, panting softly, her face flushed an unusual red, and beads of sweat
dripped from her forehead.

Zhang Yichu glanced at his and his teacher's joined genitals, which were now a muddy
swamp .

Each time he withdrew his glans, it scraped away large chunks of the pink flesh inside Zhou's vagina, and
a large puddle of clear fluid flowed out, dripping onto the ground in strands—a scene of utter lewdness.

"Oh... fuck me to death... just fuck me to death..."

Zhou Weiqin couldn't hold back any longer, her voice trembling with sobs.

She couldn't bear the force of being thrust into her cervix, which made her mind race and her body tremble wildly.

Zhang Yichu knew that the more Zhou cried out like this, the harder he would fuck her, so he mustered all his strength,
thrusting his large penis in rapidly, making Zhou Weiqin's vagina gurgle and squirt, her fluids splattering.

The slapping sounds of their genitals ignited his lust.

Zhang Yichu let loose, lifting Zhou Weiqin's two beautiful legs to his waist, his penis
thrusting in and out like a machine gun, a storm of passion. Zhou Weiqin was like a leaf swaying precariously in a storm.

"Teacher, teacher, I feel so good!"

Zhang Yichu passionately kissed the slut beneath him.

"My good son, my good baby, hurry up, fuck my little cunt raw, waah, fuck me through..."

Zhou Weiqin's eyes were wet as she gazed at the boy riding her with abandon, sobbing.

Zhang Yichu, whose pubic hair hadn't even fully grown, couldn't withstand her cries. He used all his strength, his monstrous
penis plunging like a bayonet into the depths of his teacher's plump vagina, wishing he could thrust it from her cunt all the way to her
throat.

"Oh...oh...it feels so good, so good!"

Every time Zhang Yichu thrust deep inside, it felt like being hit in the chest, a sensation that made Zhou Weiqin tremble
yet become completely captivated.

"Teacher, I'm coming!"

Zhang Yichu said tremulously, his lower body convulsing even more violently.

"Good boy, shoot inside, shoot inside Mommy!"

Zhou Weiqin's mind was completely incoherent, babbling incoherently.

Zhang Yichu felt Teacher Zhou's vagina gripping his glans tightly, then waves of fluid gushed out from
deep within, drenching his glans.

Zhang Yichu's lower back twitched with pleasure, his scalp tingling, his glans pressing firmly against Zhou Weiqin's vulva, his hot
semen shooting into her uterus. After the passion subsided, he lay on Zhou's soft, fragrant belly, and for some reason, Dong Jun's cold, piercing

eyes appeared before him . As for Zhou Weiqin, she was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, unwilling to wake up. Knock! Knock! Knock! The sudden knocking startled the couple from their reverie. "Teacher Zhou!" a voice called from outside the door; it was their homeroom teacher, Huang Renhe. "Yes!" Zhou Weiqin replied, pulling back the curtains. "What is it, Teacher Huang?" "Hehe, nothing much, just came to see Zhang Yichu," Huang Renhe said with a smile, standing outside the window. "Oh, he just left," Zhou Weiqin said. Unbeknownst to Huang Renhe, Zhang Yichu hadn't left; he was still under the desk, his head nestled between Zhou Weiqin's legs. "Heh, it's rare for Teacher Zhou to plead for him. This kid just doesn't study hard enough; if he were willing to put in the effort, his grades would be much better." Huang Renhe had no intention of leaving after asking his question. "Yes, I think so too, but it's normal for kids to be mischievous. Besides his grades, he's quite capable in some ways," Zhou Weiqin said. What she meant by "some ways" was something only Zhou Weiqin herself understood. Zhang Yichu hadn't wanted to give Teacher Zhou oral sex, since his own penis was still inside her. But upon hearing Teacher Zhou praise him, he was overjoyed, his tongue slipping into Teacher Zhou's vagina and swirling wildly. Caught off guard, Zhou Weiqin was thrown into a frenzy, her body going limp, almost collapsing onto the desk. "Teacher Zhou, what's wrong?" Huang Renhe asked, sensing something was amiss. "Nothing, nothing," Zhou Weiqin said, slightly raising her head, avoiding his gaze. Huang Renhe noticed her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling, and she looked incredibly charming. He thought Zhou Weiqin had been bullied and asked, "Teacher Zhou, did that brat Zhang Yichu misbehave again?" "Of course! That little devil has practically melted my little pussy..." Zhou Weiqin thought to herself, but said aloud, "No, I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable." "Well, Teacher Zhou, you should take care to rest! Don't overwork yourself," Huang Renhe said with concern. "Okay, I know!" The word "overwork" sounded a bit harsh, and Zhou Weiqin frowned, her body trembling as another gush of fluid flowed from her vagina into Zhang Yichu's mouth. "Huh? What's that sound?" Huang Renhe asked, tilting his head. "There's no sound!" Zhou Weiqin's face turned even redder, her voice trembling slightly. "Listen, it sounds like flowing water," Huang Renhe said. Zhou Weiqin always felt that Huang Renhe was deliberately teasing her; otherwise, why would he always make her feel so uneasy? He stammered , "It seems...it is." " Is your faucet leaking?" Huang Renhe asked. "No way," Zhou Weiqin's face burned. It was indeed leaking, but not from the faucet; it was from her little cunt—she had peed! She had peed in front of a man, in her student's mouth! She was intoxicated. Zhang Yichu's feelings were complicated. He coveted Teacher Zhou's beautiful body, yet feared the exposure of this affair. But he had indeed succumbed. Since ancient times, heroes have found it hard to resist the charms of a beautiful woman, and the most difficult thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman! He felt he owed Teacher Zhou a debt. How could he repay this debt? With his entire life? He was terrified by his own thoughts. He had indeed considered possessing this beautiful woman permanently. But when he saw Dong Jun, he hesitated. Dong Jun was indifferent, not as passionate as Teacher Zhou, but every smile and frown of Dong Jun could easily pluck the strings of his heart. He hated himself, hated his indecisiveness, hated his weak will. Everyone has moments of passion, especially when it's unrequited. The affectionate are often met with indifference. Dong Jun didn't dislike Zhang Yichu, but she didn't like him either. However, as a girl, she had to maintain a certain level of reserve. Especially since this boy always seemed to casually glance at her with cold eyes, which made her think he was arrogant. She didn't like being ignored, nor did she want to give in so easily. She was proud too! Hmph, want me to make the first move? Dream on! Neither of them wanted to speak first, as if whoever spoke first would lose. They spent over a month together like this. During this time, both of them received love letters from the opposite sex, Dong Jun naturally received more. Her youthful beauty and aloof personality attracted many admirers. As for Zhang Yichu, he was academically gifted and quite handsome, so receiving love letters from girls was already quite an achievement. However, every time Zhang Yichu saw Dong Jun receive a love letter, he would feel uneasy, fearing that she had accepted the offer. Of course, on the surface, he remained indifferent. Actually, it was just a childish squabble. As time went on, that barrier melted away like spring snow. Zhang Yichu didn't even know how the two of them started talking. It was unavoidable, really; being deskmates, they saw each other all the time, and sometimes they needed to borrow things...

Or perhaps it was to deal with the teacher's questions, especially Dong Jun. Although she was aloof, her grades were abysmal.
Whenever the teacher called on her to answer a question, she would look completely lost.

At first, Zhang Yichu wasn't too keen, but when Dong Jun sat down with a cold face and
pinched his waist hard with her fingers, he finally started to help the girl with the problem.

"Hitting is affection, scolding is love."

This saying was so true! Zhang Yichu even felt incredibly pathetic; every time Dong Jun pinched him, although it hurt, he
felt happy inside.

They had one thing in common: beneath their cold exteriors lay sincere hearts.

Therefore, after they both realized that they weren't so easy to get along with, they suddenly became talkative and cheerful.

Sometimes Zhang Yichu would deliberately be sarcastic, making Dong Jun angry, and then Dong Jun would roll her eyes at him angrily.

Zhang Yichu loved seeing her like that.

Of course, sometimes he felt a pang of sadness, because it wasn't really sarcastic; what he really wanted to say was, "I like you."

But he didn't dare.

"Aren't you going to play basketball at noon today?"

Dong Jun asked, knowing that Zhang Yichu liked playing basketball.

"Oh, I still have homework to finish. Why didn't you go home?"

Zhang Yichu lied. Actually, he didn't not want to go play basketball; he just noticed Dong Jun hadn't gone home for lunch and
wanted to stay with her.

"I brought lunch today."

Dong Jun took out a lunchbox, opened it, and inside were three side dishes and a plate of stir-fried chicken.

"That's quite a feast!"

Zhang Yichu said.

"Yes, my mom made it, it's delicious!"

Dong Jun picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of chicken, and asked, "Do you want some?"

"Me?"

Zhang Yichu was a little embarrassed. "I think I'll pass..."

Actually, he really wanted to eat it; even a fool could hear the longing in his voice.

"Hehe, don't be shy with me!"

Dong Jun placed the chopsticks in front of Zhang Yichu.

Zhang Yichu was overjoyed. Was she going to share his hardships? Was she trying to imply
something ? Zhang Yichu reached for it, but Dong Jun slapped his hand away. "How can you be so unhygienic? It's filthy!"

"Then how am I supposed to eat?"

Zhang Yichu said with a pained expression. "

Don't you have chopsticks when you eat in the cafeteria?" Dong Jun asked. "

No..." Zhang Yichu said weakly.

"Hmph! "

Dong Jun rolled his eyes at him, saying with a hint of resentment, "Fine, then you can catch it with your mouth."

"Huh? Okay!"

This really pleased Zhang Yichu, and he opened his mouth to eat the sweet "love chicken."

"I'm warning you, don't touch my chopsticks!"

Dong Jun said sternly.

"Okay."

Zhang Yichu wanted to cause trouble, but he didn't have the guts.

He felt that would be a desecration.

Dong Jun ate with great elegance, taking small bites, chewing slowly, occasionally brushing a
strand of hair from her temple, and her pouty little mouth was a feast for the eyes.

"You're so beautiful!"

Zhang Yichu murmured, almost mesmerized.

Suddenly, Zhang Yichu noticed Dong Jun's face flush slightly as she glared at him. "Why aren't you doing your homework? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Zhang Yichu then pretended to take out his textbook and bury himself in his studies, but secretly kept glancing at
her.

Dong Jun didn't look at him at all, continuing to eat her meal.

Zhang Yichu had a feeling that Dong Jun actually knew he was watching her.

Otherwise, why wouldn't she look at him? Perhaps he was right, but he didn't dare to say it.

Time passed quietly, and Zhang Yichu and Dong Jun's relationship grew closer and closer.

Even people from other classes knew that their relationship was special.

Many people asked him to deliver love letters.

Dong Jun even confided some of her family matters to him, which made Zhang Yichu very happy, feeling that they had become
a little closer.

Friends all said they were a perfect match. Every time Zhang Yichu heard such comments, he would remain outwardly indifferent, but inside he felt as sweet and content
as if he had drunk honey.

Once, Dong Jun angrily complained to him, "Tell your cronies to stop saying those kinds of things!"

Zhang Yichu asked blankly, "What did they say?"

Actually, he knew what they said, and he was happy for others to speculate.

Dong Jun remembered those words, her face flushed, and she pinched him hard without hesitation, "You
rascal, you always like to pretend, you must know!"

"I'm innocent, Miss!"

Zhang Yichu complained, but he was secretly delighted.

"Hmph, I don't care, I'll hit you every time I hear them say it!"

Dong Jun said mischievously.

"Please, I'm innocent, okay?"

Zhang Yichu was on the verge of tears, but he enjoyed Dong Jun's delicate fingers.

After hearing his words, Dong Jun was silent for a while, and surprisingly, she didn't bother him anymore.

Of course, Zhang Yichu didn't understand the complex feelings of a girl.

He wasn't stupid, but he wasn't mature enough, and his sensitivity to the feelings between men and women was far less profound than Dong Jun's.

Most boys, sweating profusely on the basketball court, wouldn't notice the pairs of beautiful eyes watching
them from the sidelines.

He guarded Dong Jun, this blossoming flower, but didn't pluck her.

He felt it was good as it was, that he could quietly accompany her as she grew up, spending the most beautiful years of his
youth .

His English teacher always stared at him with a direct gaze during class.

Of course, to the unsuspecting students, this gaze seemed more like encouragement and praise.

Only Zhang Yichu knew that it was Teacher Zhou's desire.

Sometimes Teacher Zhou would come to his side, teaching him grammar, but would occasionally rub her breasts against his
arm, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

If it were just the two of them alone, he would definitely make Teacher Zhou utterly exhausted, begging for mercy.

He was obsessed with this woman's body, deeply loving her warm, moist vulva.

He had even kissed her anus and inserted his tongue inside; that time, they both went wild
.

But the flirting in class brought him no pleasure, only unease and panic.

Because Dong Jun was right next to her.

When he was with Dong Jun, he would forget Teacher Zhou, but when he made love to Teacher Zhou, he always
thought of Dong Jun's face.

He felt unclean and unworthy of Dong Jun.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons why he dared not confess his feelings to Dong Jun! What you gain, you inevitably lose
.

"She's quite nice to you!"

Dong Jun said, looking at Zhou Weiqin who was tutoring students in the back.

"Yes, Teacher Zhou is very good to me."

Zhang Yichu knew Dong Jun was unaware, but he spoke softly like a child who had made a mistake.

"Why is your face red?"

Dong Jun glanced at him.

"Is it? No, I don't think so?"

Zhang Yichu touched his cheek; it was indeed a little hot, but he couldn't tell if it was red.

"Hmph, you're not feeling guilty, are you?"

Dong Jun stared at him suspiciously, as if he could discover some unspeakable secret on his face.

"No, I didn't do anything, why would I feel guilty?"

Zhang Yichu turned his face away, not daring to look Dong Jun in the eye.

"I saw everything, do you think I don't know?"

Dong Jun said coldly.

"You saw it?!"

Zhang Yichu was startled and almost covered her mouth.

Dong Jun crossed her arms, glanced at him, and whispered, "I saw you two exchanging glances."

"No way! That's impossible, you're overthinking it!"

Zhang Yichu denied it, unaware that his flushed face had already betrayed him.

"Then why were you enjoying yourself so much just now?"

As Dong Jun said this, she suddenly pressed her face close to Zhang Yichu's, her warm breath tickling his
ear , making his heart tingle and itch.

Zhang Yichu felt both guilty and afraid.

For the first time, he realized that Dong Jun's eyes, besides being cold, were also so sharp.

But how come she didn't realize I liked her? He thought to himself.

The greatest distance in the world is not between life and death, but that I am right beside you, and you don't know I love you.

He felt that this sentence was so true! It hit the nail on the head! Zhang Yichu stammered,
unable to say anything coherent.

He dared not look at Dong Jun's untouched face.

He subconsciously felt that sleeping with his English teacher was a betrayal of Dong Jun.

Fortunately, Dong Jun didn't delve into the matter further, simply saying, "Okay, I understand.
Next English exam, you'll hand in a blank paper, understand?"

"Huh? Isn't that a bad idea? My parents will definitely scold me to death,"

Zhang Yichu said awkwardly.

"Hmph, I'll hand in a blank paper too, so what? My parents will scold me too, I'll go with you!"

Dong Jun said.

"But, the English teacher, she..."

Zhang Yichu was interrupted by Dong Jun before he could finish speaking, "Don't call her English teacher, she's clearly a
vixen !"

Dong Jun crossed his arms, rolling his eyes upwards.

"English teacher..."

Zhang Yichu tried to continue.

"A vixen!"

Dong Jun pinched Zhang Yichu's leg hard.

"Okay, a vixen..."

Zhang Yichu said, baring his teeth.

"Hmph!"

Dong Jun glared at him and withdrew his hand.

"That fox spirit is so good to me, I can't let her down!"

Zhang Yichu muttered.

But describing Teacher Zhou as a fox spirit was truly apt, he thought.

"She's deliberately seducing you. I'm telling you, if I see you being intimate with that fox spirit again, you
'd better stay away from me!"

Dong Jun warned. "And don't you two are allowed to exchange glances, it's disgusting!"

Zhang Yichu didn't understand why she suddenly disliked Teacher Zhou so much, leaving him a bit confused.

But he still obediently agreed, feeling that it was Dong Jun's request, which made him
feel needed.

Now they were on the same side, meaning their relationship had taken another step forward.

As for Teacher Zhou, he could explain.

It wasn't a big deal anyway.

"Clatter!"

Dong Jun's pen fell at Zhang Yichu's feet.

He wanted to pick it up for her, but Dong Jun had already bent down.

Suddenly, he felt a soft mass of flesh press against his thigh.

He swallowed hard, a thought flashing through his mind, and his lower body began to swell.

Suddenly, a soft mound of flesh rubbed against his leg forcefully.

His whole body stiffened, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

If making love with Teacher Zhou was the ultimate physical pleasure, then the feeling Dong Jun gave him this time was like his soul
soaring to the heavens.

He ejaculated in his pants.

"Yi Chu, how's your relationship with Dong Jun going?"

Jiang Bowen asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking nonchalant.

"So-so, still the same,"

Zhang Yi Chu replied, her mind filled with the happy times she had spent with Dong Jun.

"Go away, that's like saying nothing at all,"

Jiang Bowen exhaled a smoke ring; he smoked just for that, to look cool! "Why are you asking?"

Zhang Yi Chu looked at him and said casually.

He liked hearing people talk about Dong Jun in front of him, especially when people said they were a good match.

"Nothing, I thought you got her?"

Jiang Bowen muttered.

"What's wrong? What happened to Dong Jun?"

Zhang Yi Chu's heart skipped a beat.

The desired outcome was the opposite of reality; how could he not be anxious? "You don't know?"

Jiang Bowen asked, surprised.

"What is it? Just say it already, stop being so annoying!"

Seeing Jiang Bowen's expression, Zhang Yichu knew it was bad news. He had a vague premonition that made
him irritable.

Jiang Bowen put on a reluctant expression and said, "Then I'll really tell you, don't be angry. A few days ago, someone
saw Dong Jun and a man go to the back mountain."

As soon as Jiang Bowen finished speaking, Zhang Yichu felt a jolt in her heart, as if she had been shot, and almost collapsed.

What was the back mountain for? It was a place specifically for couples to be lovey-dovey! Wouldn't a lone man and woman go in and do something...?
"What's going on?!" He had some cronies who would drag girls to the back hill to kiss and grope them, and he'd heard that
some girls had lost their virginity there.

While few actually did it, it was enough to devastate him.

He couldn't imagine what that guy would do to Dong Jun.

Whether it was kissing, groping, or even just talking to her, he absolutely couldn't accept it! He asked coldly,
"Which class is that guy in?" "

He's in Class 58, hehe, an old man, nicknamed 'Er Mao,' he repeated two grades, he's 18 now, and he
looks like an old man,"

Jiang Bowen said.

Jiang Bowen didn't know that the more he said this, the more heartbroken Zhang Yichu became.

How could Dong Jun go on a date with such an old man in the back hill?! Was he really less valuable than a student who had repeated a grade
and an old man?! "Let's go check out Class 58!"

Zhang Yichu said, barely containing her rage.

"Hey, this matter isn't clear yet, don't do anything rash. Besides, that guy has connections; the old school
bullies all call him 'brother.' We can't beat him!"

Jiang Bowen advised.

"I know, I just want to see what he looks like."

Zhang Yichu's heart sank. He originally wanted to give that guy a good beating to vent his anger, but he didn't expect the guy to be more powerful than him
. So he couldn't fight, otherwise he would only suffer.

He used to get into fights when he was studying in the city, but those were just minor squabbles between classmates, at most
a few days .

But the country bumpkins were much more thuggish. One of his best friends once brought two truckloads of people to another middle school
to fight, breaking several people's legs, and finally paying tens of thousands of yuan to settle the matter.

Although he had a few close friends, he couldn't afford to mess with the school bullies.

Class 58 was upstairs, on the third floor.

It was lunch break, and the two of them stood on the third-floor corridor, watching people come and go.

Jiang Bowen was in a good mood, eating bread and talking.

That's just his personality.

Zhang Yichu remained silent, coldly staring at every boy who walked by.

But when the bell rang, Jiang Bowen still hadn't pointed out the boy.

"He probably didn't come to class,"

Jiang Bowen said helplessly.

Zhang Yichu had no choice but to swallow his anger and return to his own class.

Jiang Bowen comforted him, "Ask Dong Jun first, maybe things aren't what you think."

Zhang Yichu tried to reassure himself, thinking that maybe things weren't so bad.

But he couldn't shake off the lingering doubt in his heart.

However, he admired Jiang Bowen's calm mind, despite his usually naive and dull nature.

He didn't know that the boy had actually arrived in Class 58, but Jiang Bowen hadn't told him.

Jiang Bowen understood that if he told him now, this conflict would be unavoidable.

Zhang Yichu returned to the classroom, where Dong Jun was already sitting as usual.

Dong Jun looked at him with a grin; this class was a self-study period.

Normally, Zhang Yichu would be very happy because there was no teacher during self-study, and the two of them could
chat freely.

But everything changed today. The girl he saw every day suddenly seemed like a stranger.

Before, just sitting with her, even without doing or saying anything, made him feel warm and
happy.

But now, even with her radiant smile, she was no longer endearing.

Zhang Yichu sat down silently, not even glancing at Dong Jun.

Dong Jun, left standing to the side, looked somewhat bewildered and innocent.

The atmosphere was tense. Zhang Yichu took out his test paper and started working on the questions, trying to distract himself, but his mind was a jumbled mess
, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

Especially seeing Dong Jun's once joyful eyes slowly turn cold, it tore at his heart.

He wanted to speak, but the flames of jealousy seemed to have burned away all his reason.

The thought of his beloved girl secretly meeting with another man filled him with rage, even though this girl
didn't belong to him.

What he didn't expect was that in the end, it was Dong Jun who compromised.

This proud little peacock had abandoned her noble reserve.

Although her tone was as cold as ever, it was clearly tinged with grievance. "Why are you ignoring
me?"

This short sentence stirred up Zhang Yichu's overflowing tenderness, almost bringing him to tears.

He desperately wanted to confess his love, but the words that came out were, "Are you
dating that guy from Class 58?"

This question was like a thorn stuck in his throat, impossible to swallow.

Dong Jun's face turned deathly pale in an instant, but she said, "I don't like him."

But in Zhang Yichu's eyes, this was a guilty denial. Otherwise, why would Dong Jun look
so distraught at the mention of that guy? This almost drove Zhang Yichu mad.

"You still say you don't like him? You clearly went to the back hill with him for a secret rendezvous. Do you think I don't know what you did?"

Zhang Yichu was possessed by a demon, maliciously speculating.

"What did I do? Tell me! I won't let you off the hook until you explain!"

Dong Jun trembled with anger, her voice rising.

The students at the back of the class looked at the two of them strangely.

"Who knows what shameful things you've done?"

Zhang Yichu emphasized the words "shameful things," and looking at Dong Jun's current state, he
felt much better.

Dong Jun's eyes reddened; she never expected Zhang Yichu to be so distrustful and so cold towards her.

She was utterly disappointed; Zhang Yichu was no different from any other person.

She had thought he was special, someone who could understand and tolerate her, regardless of whether she was right or wrong.

But she couldn't bow her head anymore; her smiles, her understanding, all her kindness were reserved for the
person who cherished her.

"What I do is none of your business. Who are you to interfere?"

The girl fought back tears welling in her eyes, her voice trembling with sobs, yet she remained remarkably strong.

Everyone knew she was putting on a brave face, except for Zhang Yichu.

"I can't control it, and I don't want to. I have absolutely nothing to do with you, not even a little bit."

Zhang Yichu glanced at her indifferently and lowered his head to work on his exam paper.

However, his lukewarm remark thoroughly offended Dong Jun, catching him and his book off guard and causing them to burst into tears.
She was shoved to the ground.

Dong Jun cried, tears streaming down her face, throwing Zhang Yichu's books while yelling, "Get out! If it's okay, then get out
! Get far away!"

The whole class turned to look, wondering what had happened, exchanging bewildered glances.

The once noisy classroom suddenly fell silent, save for Dong Jun's heart-wrenching sobs.

"Okay, I'll get out, I'll get out,"

Zhang Yichu said, standing up and carrying the books Dong Jun had thrown, heading towards the back of the classroom.

He regretted his impulsive actions. Seeing Dong Jun's tearful face, he felt a pang of heartache,
but he couldn't bring himself to admit his mistake. He felt they both needed to calm down.

But he had only taken one step when he felt a blow to the back of his head—a basketball. The basketball he had kept under his desk
must have been picked up by Dong Jun and thrown at him.

He turned around and was immediately stunned.

Dong Jun looked at him heartbrokenly and shouted, "I hate you, I hate you so much!!!"

"Hehe, is this a young couple flirting?"

The English teacher stood at the door, smiling as she watched Dong Jun and Zhang Yichu.

A burst of laughter erupted in the class.

"Looks like I've caught the most exciting part. You two continue, it's okay, just pretend I'm not here
."

Zhou Weiqin walked into the classroom carrying her lesson plan and placed it on the lectern.

Even with his thick skin, Zhang Yichu felt embarrassed and returned to his seat, his eyes fixed on the desk.

"Zhang Yichu, what mischief have you done? Look, you've made such a pretty girl so angry."

Zhou Weiqin said with a look of pity, but her eyes held a mischievous glint.

"I didn't..."

Zhang Yichu said regretfully, wanting to say something but unable to get the words out.

It was indeed his fault.

"Hmph, then apologize to her. Do you expect a young girl to apologize to you?"

Zhou Weiqin's face hardened, her expression authoritative without her anger.

Zhang Yichu wasn't entirely stupid, and seized the opportunity to apologize to Dong Jun.

"Dong Jun, I'm sorry, I was just saying things in anger. Please forgive me,"

Zhang Yichu said sincerely.

Dong Jun, who was wiping away tears, sneered, "You have nothing to do with me anymore, I don't need your apology."

Zhang Yichu looked at Zhou Weiqin pleadingly, which greatly annoyed Zhou Weiqin. This little blockhead, who had
her completely under his thumb in bed, was now at a loss with a young girl.

Zhou Weiqin's eyes darted around, and she smiled, "Oh, you two have nothing to do with each other anymore? So you mean you had something to do with each other before?" Zhang

Yichu nodded quickly, "Yes, yes!"

Dong Jun, on the contrary, vehemently denied it.

"Tell me, what was their relationship like usually?"

Zhou Weiqin asked, pointing to Huang Zhi behind Zhang Yichu.

Huang Zhi said with an innocent look, "Hehe, I'm not too sure either. I usually focus on studying, and
everyone in the class knows that. But I sometimes see them huddled together, grinning like idiots."

This made the whole class burst into laughter, even Zhou Weiqin laughed.

Jiang Bowen secretly gave Huang Zhi a thumbs up, "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Zhang Yichu finally understood that in other people's eyes, he and Dong Jun were so close.

Dong Jun blushed at what he said, feeling both ashamed and heartbroken, but she still couldn't help but stubbornly say,
"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense!"

Huang Zhi retorted.

"Don't believe me? Ask Cai Fang!"

Cai Fang was his deskmate, a very hardworking and ambitious girl.

Zhou Weiqin said, "Then Cai Fang, what do you say?"

Unlike Huang Zhi, Cai Fang didn't boast first, but cautiously said, "
I didn't know much during class, but I felt they were quite close. Then, changing the subject,
it seemed that as long as Dong Jun hadn't left, Zhang Yichu wouldn't leave either. As soon as Dong Jun left, Zhang Yichu
followed her like a monkey, so clever!"

This amused the whole class again, and Huang Zhi exaggeratedly slapped the table and laughed loudly.

No one expected Cai Fang to be even more witty than Huang Zhi. The phrase "so clever" was a Northeastern expression that Huang Renhe had taught them,
and it was very fitting here. Even Zhang Yichu couldn't help but blush.

Dong Jun's face was pressed against the desk, not daring to let anyone see her shyness.

Zhang Yichu glanced at Dong Jun, and Dong Jun happened to glance at him as well.

Their eyes met briefly, but then quickly looked away like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Despite her aloof and arrogant nature, she was ultimately just an immature young girl. All the
resentment she felt towards Zhang Yichu melted into tender emotions.

Zhou Weiqin looked at Zhang Yichu with a half-smile. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Zhang Yichu.
Are you up to something with Dong Jun?"

Zhou Weiqin's blunt question made Zhang Yichu's heart race. He desperately wanted to shout in front of the whole class, "Dong
Jun, I like you!" But he didn't.

He used to think that his aloofness towards Dong Jun was a sign of caution and rationality, but now he realized it
was actually cowardice.

Perhaps, in front of the person you love most, everyone becomes fearful and insecure.

He repeated "I" three times, finally ending his words with a clown-like gesture.

"It's over!"

Zhang Yichu said with some emotion.

A thunderous cheer erupted from the school building; the third-year students were roaring and celebrating.

Today, they officially graduated.

Zhang Yichu was actually very reluctant to leave, mainly because of his lingering affection for Dong Jun.

However, his mood brightened immediately upon learning that Dong Jun would also be studying in the city.

Although they might not be in the same school, being away from his family's supervision would allow him to pursue Dong
Jun freely and boldly.

He felt that Dong Jun must feel the same way.

Yesterday, he did something significant: he wrote a love letter, a love letter to Dong Jun.

Love at that age was so simple; a letter, a heart full of passion, and he could win a girl
's true love.

Zhang Yichu didn't know how many sheets of paper he used before he even started writing.

In the end, he copied his favorite poem to be barely satisfied.

He wrote each character neatly in regular script, as if afraid that even a crooked stroke would affect his expression.

Everyone else had left, except for Dong Jun and Zhang Yichu, who lingered until the very end, both staying behind without prior arrangement.

Dong Jun remained silent, as if waiting for something.

She appeared to be tidying up, but if anyone had noticed, she had already reorganized her textbooks several
times.

Most of the books had been taken home a few days ago and were useless at school.

"Dong Jun…"

Zhang Yichu stammered.

"Hmm?"

Dong Jun turned her head, looking at Zhang Yichu calmly.

The courage Zhang Yichu had just mustered vanished instantly under Dong Jun's gaze.

To love someone to the point of feeling inferior was laughable, yet also touching.

"I… let's… go together?"

Zhang Yichu said.

He hated himself. He was glib in front of Teacher Zhou, witty and talkative with his friends, and eloquent with his classmates
, but in front of Dong Jun, he cowered.

"Okay,"

Dong Jun replied calmly, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

The two went downstairs together. The graduating students were lively, with laughter echoing from time to time.

Zhang Yichu and Dong Jun, walking side by side, appeared silent and strange.

But no one noticed.

As they approached the school gate, Zhang Yichu, the blockhead, finally snapped and handed the folded love letter to Dong Jun
.

"What's this?"

Dong Jun asked, looking at the letter.

"This is my love letter to you, please accept it!"

Zhang Yichu said, his head bowed, not daring to look at Dong Jun.

He was extremely nervous.

"Hmph!"

Dong Jun gave a soft hum.

This hum made Zhang Yichu's legs go weak; he thought Dong Jun had rejected him! If he had looked up,
he would have seen Dong Jun's lips curving upwards, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

She had never smiled so happily before! What a blockhead, making him wait so long! Dong Jun
grumbled inwardly as she took the love letter from Zhang Yichu.

Looking at the neatly folded love letter, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Actually, she had also written him
a letter . She hadn't expected that they would both choose to confess on graduation day. Was this what they called telepathy?
However, she still decided to punish this blockhead.

"Tell me, how long have you been secretly in love with me?"

Dong Jun suppressed a laugh and questioned.

Zhang Yichu breathed a slight sigh of relief when Dong Jun put away the love letter.

But still trembling with fear, he answered, "From the first time we met."

Dong Jun let out a long "Oh," "It seems the fox spirit was right, you really do have ulterior motives towards me!"

"No, I'm sincere!"

Zhang Yichu hurriedly protested.

"Sincerely what?"

Dong Jun glanced at him. Zhang

Yichu blushed, "I truly like…"

Zhang Yichu's voice was barely a whisper.

"Who?"

Dong Jun asked curiously.

"Who do you like?"

"I like you,"

Zhang Yichu said, using all his strength to utter those words.

He suddenly realized that saying those words wasn't so difficult after all.

Dong Jun smiled, like a blooming flower, dancing lightly in the breeze.

Dong Jun smoothed her wind-blown hair, her starry eyes gazing into the distance, her slender fingers suddenly tightening around Zhang Yichu's
hand.

"Idiot, you expect me to take your hand first..."

Zhang Yichu stammered, tears welling in his eyes.

Lost in love, he didn't notice the danger that was approaching.

"Heh, is this the kid?"

A blond-haired youth who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old said disdainfully, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Er Mao said it's him."

Standing next to the blond-haired youth was a red-haired youth of about the same age, flicking his cigarette butt a short distance away.

The two men walked towards Zhang Yichu.

"Coming all this way to teach a middle schooler a lesson, no fun!" The blond -haired youth

curled his lip.

Zhang Yichu had no idea that these two were targeting him; he only instinctively
sensed danger when the blond-haired and red-haired youths got closer.

Dong Jun screamed as Zhang Yichu took a heavy punch to the face.

The punch landed solidly, breaking Zhang Yichu's mouth.

Before he could react, he was kicked hard in the stomach, his stomach churning, almost vomiting.

The blond-haired man rubbed his fist, watching Zhang Yichu spit out blood and chuckled.

The people around watched this scene, but no one dared to help. Two of the more astute ones
secretly ran back to school to call a teacher.

"Dong Jun, go back to school first. This has nothing to do with you,"

Zhang Yichu said. He didn't know who was targeting him, but it was obvious they were after him.

Dong Jun, however, stood there frozen, as if terrified.

"Hehe, I like this kid. Now he's thinking of playing the hero,"

the blond-haired man laughed.

Zhang Yichu knew he couldn't beat them, but he couldn't back down, and he wouldn't.

Especially in front of the girl he liked, he'd rather be beaten to death than run away.

He didn't ask why they attacked him; that would be ridiculous.

He roared and lunged at the blond-haired guy. He couldn't beat both of them, so he targeted the one who attacked first.

Luckily, he was well-trained, while the blond and red-haired guys, due to smoking, weren't as strong. The three of them tangled
together, and Zhang Yichu was badly beaten. Both his eye sockets were swollen, and his face was covered in bruises. His physical condition
was even worse.

The blond-haired guy wasn't in much better shape; his nose was smashed, and he was crying and bleeding. Only the red-haired guy fared slightly better,
but he was also in a sorry state.

They had originally intended to bully a teenager, but they hadn't expected him to be so ruthless, causing them
considerable trouble.

At that moment, two more delinquents got out of a Santana parked near the school gate and walked towards them. This time, Zhang
Yichu couldn't resist, and he didn't.

He understood that resistance would only provoke a more brutal counterattack.

The four of them surrounded him and gave him a brutal beating.

He could only desperately protect his head with his hands; his child was the most important thing to him, and he didn't want to become an idiot. Fortunately,
the men had some restraint; seeing that Zhang Yichu was on the verge of death, they let go.

Zhang Yichu struggled to open his eyes. He heard a soft sobbing sound; it must be Dong Jun crying.

At this moment, his mind was blank. Although he was aware of what was happening around him, he couldn't think straight.

He saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes emerge from an Audi. The shoes elegantly walked to his
side, one sole pressing down on his face, grinding against it. A low voice rang out, "Hit him."

A brick struck, and a piercing pain shot through Zhang Yichu's head. He passed out.

Zhang Yichu struggled to open his eyes again. He found himself tied to a chair.

Next to him was a bed, and on the bed lay a hunched old man, fast asleep, engrossed in several pornographic magazines.

He was shocked, realizing he had been kidnapped.

It was a small room containing a bed, a dirty little wooden table, three or four low stools, and piles of empty bottles and other trash
on the floor .

Being abducted to such a place, it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid.

But Zhang Yichu knew he couldn't panic. Before the old man woke up, he needed to untie the ropes binding him; he
still had a chance to escape.

Zhang Yichu shook his wrists and found they weren't tied very tightly.

But he couldn't move too much, afraid of waking the old man.

This old man was definitely sent by Black Leather Shoes to guard him.

But he had no grudge against Black Leather Shoes, so why was he targeting him? Zhang Yichu couldn't understand it at all.

"Hmm..."

A low groan suddenly came from outside the door.

The sound made Zhang Yichu's hair stand on end, and he quickly closed his eyes,
pretending .

But then silence fell again outside. He listened intently, but couldn't make out anything.

Just when he thought it was his imagination, there was movement outside the door again.

It was a male voice, extremely low, "No, sister-in-law..."

Zhang Yichu slowed his movements, listening carefully.

"Didn't you want to sleep with me? I've come to you today, why don't you want me now?"

It was a female voice, also speaking in an almost inaudible voice.

Zhang Yichu vaguely felt that the voice was familiar, but couldn't remember whose it was.

"Don't do this, sister-in-law, I was wrong..."

the man whispered.

There was a moment of silence.

"Are you scared?"

the female voice said with disdain.

"Sister-in-law, if my brother finds out, we're both finished!"

the male voice said in a low voice.

Zhang Yichu thought to himself, this brother must be that guy in black shoes, it's a pity he didn't see his face.

No matter what, if he could escape this time, he would definitely kill him! But he was happy to see that the
woman cheating on him.

Zhang Yichu was no pushover, although he was powerless at the moment, he was confident that he could take down the man in black
shoes .

Of course, in other people's eyes, it was just youthful arrogance, a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.

"If you're afraid, why is your dick still so hard..."

the woman said in a seductive voice, as if deliberately teasing him.

"I...I..."

the man stammered, unable to speak.

Zhang Yichu thought to himself, this man is such a coward. If it were him, he would have already pinned this slut to
the ground and fucked her hard.

It's outrageous that he wouldn't fuck a cunt that's offered up! "Look, it's so hard, are you feeling pent up? Don't you want
your sister-in-law to lick it for you..."

the woman said seductively.

"No...sister-in-law..."

the man refused weakly.

Actually, any man would probably feel the same way, right? Zhang Yichu heard the sound of a belt buckle clinking.

He knew that the man was taking off his pants.

He just didn't know if he was taking them off himself or if the woman was helping him.

A sensual sex show was about to unfold outside the door, and the female lead was so sexy and wanton, it would be a lie to say that Zhang Yichu wasn't
aroused .

But there was a wall separating them, and he couldn't see anything.

He wanted to calm down; this wasn't the time to think about women, but the woman's words were driving him crazy
. He closed his eyes, and it felt as if those seductive whispers were spoken directly to him.

A strange pang of jealousy rose in Zhang Yichu's heart. He really wanted to go out right now, take that coward's place, and fuck
that little slut to death, letting her know what a real man was.

"Sister-in-law…you…"

the coward panted, like a hungry wolf desperately trying to control its desires.

Zhang Yichu understood that the coward had reached its limit; perhaps the next second, even with a gun pointed at his head, he
would still pounce on the woman without hesitation.

"Look, you're all wet…"

the woman whispered.

"Sister-in-law, rub it for me, I feel so uncomfortable…"

the coward finally broke down.

"Shh! Keep your voice down…"

the woman said.

"Then, shall we go somewhere else?"

the coward hesitated.

"Let's do it here, how about we let old Liu have some fun too..."

the woman said shamelessly.

*Slut...* both the cowardly man and Zhang Yichu cursed inwardly.

Zhang Yichu really wanted to see what this shameless bitch looked like; the fantasy of two men fucking one woman in his mind made his
penis throb.

The woman in his fantasy was naturally his beloved Teacher Zhou, that vixen. He wondered who was more
slutty .

"If I found a man to fuck Teacher Zhou with him..."

Zhang Yichu's heart pounded at the thought.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, then suddenly the man's suppressed moans and the smacking
sounds of his penis being swallowed and spit out could be heard.

"It's finally starting..."

Zhang Yichu felt a little disappointed. He didn't know what the cowardly man looked like, but he felt he was definitely not worthy of that
alluring, vixen-like woman.

"Oh... sister-in-law, you're so good at licking... your tongue is so nimble..."

The cowardly man was indeed enjoying himself immensely, hardly trying to suppress his tone.

Zhang Yichu found the voice increasingly familiar, carefully considering what kind of man it was.

He was sure he'd heard it somewhere before! He had a vague, ominous premonition, because the woman's voice sounded strangely
familiar.

"Really?"

the woman asked softly, "How about this?"

"Hiss... Oh... Oh... So good! Oh... Sister-in-law..."

the cowardly man stammered.

"How is it? Comfortable, right?"

the woman asked.

"So good! You're amazing, you know better than those bitches!"

the cowardly man said.

Zhang Yichu felt a ripple in his heart. A bitch? He'd never seen one before. He only knew that these women would do anything for money,
the lowest of professions.

"Want to see my... there?"

the woman continued to entice him.

"Yes, I dream about it. Why didn't you agree to be with me the other day? Otherwise, that kid would be fine."

the cowardly man said.

Hearing this, Zhang Yichu's heart pounded. Who was that kid? Was it me?
Who else could it be? Could someone else have been kidnapped here? He couldn't believe the kid the cowardly man was talking about was him, because
a terrible answer flashed through his mind, and he couldn't bear the consequences.

"Don't mention him."

The woman seemed a little angry, and her voice rose slightly.

"Okay, okay, I won't mention him. Dong Jun, you're not that old, how come your oral skills are so good?"

the cowardly man asked.

"Ugh... please don't ask anymore, okay?"

Dong Jun retorted.

Zhang Yichu heard this, but it was like a bolt from the blue. His heart clenched, and he almost vomited blood.

No wonder he felt that this woman's voice was familiar to the cowardly man, no wonder he had felt uneasy from the beginning,
because this slutty and shameless woman was Dong Jun, whom he loved to the bone! That proud little peacock,
that aloof snow princess, that stunning beauty who only smiled for him.

Now she was kneeling under an ugly man's crotch, licking that dirty and disgusting penis.

That's right, this cowardly man was Er Mao, the old man from Class 58 who had invited Dong Jun to the back of the school.

Zhang Yichu had seen him later. Judging from his appearance alone, the cowardly man was at least thirty or forty years old. Moreover,

his face was covered with acne scars, and his face was as rough as old tree bark.

This disgusting beast had his beloved goddess straddled, his ugly penis
thrusting into Zhang Yichu's untouched red lips.

Zhang Yichu felt dizzy, as if the world was collapsing.

Dong Jun licked his penis, letting out soft moans, each thrust like a bullet, mercilessly piercing Zhang Yichu's
heart, blood splattering, causing him unbearable pain.

He didn't think about why Er Mao called Dong Jun "sister-in-law," nor why Dong Jun had become a slut, he even forgot
he still in danger.

The greatest sorrow was a broken heart! His life was in his opponent's hands, and the woman he loved was being pleasured by his opponent.

Could there be anything more despairing? Zhang Yichu thought, if only there were a bomb, he would take this adulterous
couple down with him! "Does it feel good? My mouth?"

"Oh... Sister-in-law... So good... I want to cum..."

"Give it to me... Hmm... Oh... I want to eat it..."

"Oh! Oh... Bitch! I'll fuck you to death... I'll fuck you to death, you stinking bitch!"

The incessant lewd sounds from the two outside the door reached Zhang Yichu's ears.

"Dong Jun, I want to fuck you! I want to fuck your little cunt!"

Er Mao shouted.

"Fuck me, my cunt really wants a big cock..."

Dong Jun said.

Zhang Yichu heard the sound of clothes being taken off, and he could even feel Dong Jun's eager desire for a cock.

"So beautiful, your cunt is so beautiful, much better than those damn prostitutes!"

Er Mao exclaimed in a vulgar way.

"Then hurry up and put it in, can't you see I'm all wet?"

Dong Jun said shamelessly.

"Then I want to put it in!"

Er Mao said excitedly.

"Hmm, I want a big cock, I want a big cock to fuck me!"

Dong Jun said only this one sentence.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, then the sounds of two people moaning and groaning

filled the air. Zhang Yichu's heart skipped a beat, a sharp, aching pain shooting from her heels to her head. A thought flashed through her mind:
was she about to be fucked? "Oh...look, the glans's in...my pussy's so tight..."

Er Mao said.

A scene flashed through Zhang Yichu's mind: Dong Jun, naked, legs spread wide, a huge glans forcing
its way through her pink, wet lips, slowly pushing into her moist vagina.

Heartache! Zhang Yichu felt like vomiting blood from the pain, but her lower body shamefully rose up.

"Um...wait a minute..."

Dong Jun pleaded.

"Let me in! Please,"

Er Mao begged.

Dong Jun didn't answer, and suddenly silence fell outside.

What was happening? He didn't know.

But he was frantic, desperately wanting to know what had happened.

Suddenly, the two people's painful groans came through.

Zhang Yichu's heart tightened.

Then the door began to creak.

"Oh...oh...it's killing me!"

The cowardly man let out a series of low moans.

"Hiss...be gentle...it hurts..."

This was Dong Jun's painful groan.

He'd fucked her, he'd really fucked her! Zhang Yichu's brain was struck hard, she almost vomited blood and fainted.

She had really been fucked by another man! "Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!...Hahaha...I finally got you
, Dong Jun!"

Er Mao shouted, trembling.

Along with his voice, the door could be heard shaking violently, along with Dong Jun's painful groans, "Oh...it hurts!
Be gentle...it's so swollen!"

"I'm going to fuck you hard! I'm going to fuck you to pieces today!"

Er Mao said viciously.

As if to prove his words, the door shook even more violently, creaking and groaning wildly.

He pressed Dong Jun against the door and fucked her! Zhang Yichu fantasized that a strong man was
pressing a snow-white body against the doorway, his hips swaying rapidly.

"Oh...oh...my asshole is so hot...you're so naughty, you've pushed all the way into my...stomach,"

Dong Jun gasped.

So she'd been anally penetrated! Zhang Yichu's vision blurred; he felt like he was about to explode with anger.

"Bitch, I didn't expect you to like playing from behind, hehe, what a slut!"

Er Mao lewdly laughed.

"Mmm... hum... I am a bitch, I want you to fuck my asshole hard..."

Dong Jun's lewd moans stimulated Er Mao's brain.

"Fuck you to death... fuck you to death, even prostitutes are cleaner than you, you slut think you can seduce young virgins? I'll fuck
your asshole raw, let's see how you seduce men then!"

Er Mao pervertedly insulted Dong Jun.

Zhang Yichu heard the slapping sounds of the two having sex, like knives cutting his flesh.

"Ah... ah... I'm a slut, a bitch... fuck me to death!"

Dong Jun screamed in despair.

Zhang Yichu heard the sound of his heart breaking, tears falling. He felt that he must have done
something , otherwise why would God punish him like this? Dong Jun moaned under the man's crotch, responding and swaying
her snow-white buttocks.

And he, the man she deeply loved, was separated from her by only a wall.

What an ironic scene! Zhang Yichu cried bitterly, tears streaming down his face. Even
when he was beaten the worst, he had never cried like this.

He tried hard to suppress his sobs; he didn't want to disturb the despicable couple outside.

He didn't want Dong Jun to see his helpless state.

He didn't want to.

Perhaps Dong Jun knew him simply for amusement.

He was a clown, a self-deluded clown.

Nothing more.

In a moment of sudden realization, he was dazed, as if waking from a dream.

No one knew what the future held, not even Zhang Yichu, but he would coldly walk on.

He had never craved power as much as he did today.

Because he harbored hatred… The weather was sunny and the campus was quiet.

Huh? A boy picked up a heart-shaped origami. "Who folded this? It's so beautiful!"

"It looks like a love letter,"

a girl next to him said.

"Hehe, then I must see it."

The boy said, unfolding the letter.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Peeking at someone's love letter,"

the girl said.

"What's wrong with it?"

the boy asked, reading the letter aloud. "Zhang Yichu...who's Zhang Yichu?"

"He's supposedly a third-year student. I heard he's handsome and gets good grades,"

the girl whispered.

"Are you close to him?"

the boy asked.

"No way!"

the girl rolled her eyes at him.

"I just heard about him!"

the boy nodded, but seeing that the girl seemed to know this Zhang Yichu, he suddenly didn't want
to read any further .

The girl, however, insisted on continuing, because she thought the girl who wrote the love letter had beautiful handwriting.

She must be beautiful too.

"Okay,"

the boy agreed.

The two of them, heads close together, read the letter that had never been delivered to its intended recipient.

At that moment, I raised prayer flags not to beg for blessings, but to await your arrival. That day, with eyes closed in the incense-filled temple, I suddenly
heard your true words in the chanting. That day, I piled up mani stones not to cultivate virtue, but to cast pebbles into the lake of my heart. That night, I
listened to chanting all
night long not to gain enlightenment, but to seek a trace of your breath. That month, I shook all the prayer wheels not for salvation, but to touch your fingertips. That year, I prostrated myself on the mountain path not to pay homage, but to feel your warmth. That lifetime, I circled the mountains
, the waters, and the stupas not for the next life, but to meet you on the way. That instant, I ascended to immortality not for eternal life, but to bless you
with peace and joy. Following this is a passage by Dong Jun, roughly about his own past and his guilt towards Zhang Yichu.

Signed Dong Jun.

"Wow, Dong Jun's poem is really well written!"

the boy exclaimed.

The girl scoffed, "Ignorant fool! This is a poem by Tsangyang Gyatso!"

She thought for a moment, then excitedly said, "Since Zhang Yichu didn't receive the letter, how about we help Dong Jun send it to him?" "

Tch, why are you meddling?"

the boy said reluctantly.

"It's called helping others achieve their goals, understand?"

the girl said, looking at him with a disappointed expression.

"Okay,"

the boy said, "Hehe, I'm going to copy this love poem down later."

"Why copy it down?"

the girl asked, a hint of wariness in her eyes.

"Nothing much. By the way, what did you ask me out for?"

the boy suddenly asked.

"I, I… explain why you want to copy this love poem first?"

the girl stammered, blushing.

She had originally intended to confess her feelings to the boy.

"Of course, to give it to the person I like,"

the boy said with a half-smile.

"You…"

the girl's eyes instantly welled up with tears, her heart aching. So he already had someone he liked! "Because I like
you,"

the boy said.

"Huh?"

the girl asked, doubting her ears.

"You're the one I like!"

the boy shouted.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/204528.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=204528&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : [Do you like three sisters who have breast milk?] (01) [Author: kkmanlg]

Next Page : 【Urban Twisted Fate: Dragon Sucking Water】(Volume 1) (151-200)【Author: wtw1974】

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Dong Jun] [Author: yi2115242 (Mu Yi Fei Yang)]

comment Open a new window to view comments