[Urban] The Evil Young Master Surrounded by Beauties: Conquest (Complete) - 13-15

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Chapter 90. Four Circles Fall into the Trap 2. Four

Circles lingered for a long time before reluctantly leaving Qiao Jie's breasts, his hands still kneading their fullness and firmness. His lips kissed Qiao Jie's delicate, flat abdomen, slowly moving downwards to kiss the edge of her panties. The hot lips sent shivers through Qiao Jie's body. While inhaling Qiao Jie's alluring scent, Four Circles slowly pulled down her thin panties between her legs. As the panties were gradually removed, a few long, curly black pubic hairs peeked out from the edge. Qiao Jie raised one leg, allowing Four Circles to pull the panties down. With the bending and lowering of her long leg, a patch of tender pink shone from the mysterious area at the base of her thigh.

Si Quan's hands caressed Qiao Jie's slender thighs, his tongue gently licking the edges of her pubic hair and the delicate skin on her inner thighs. Qiao Jie's pubic area was plump and swollen, with two thick, tender labia on either side of her pink and delicate vulva. Only a few sparse but long, dark pubic hairs grew on the pubic area, which was already wet and pink, with a faint red tinge, and not a single hair. Si Quan's tongue gently touched Qiao Jie's pubic area. For the first time, Qiao Jie felt the hot breath of a man's lips on her most private and sensitive part. Qiao Jie wanted to remove Si Quan's mouth from her, but she also felt a stimulating reluctance to let go. She almost stiffly spread her legs, letting Si Quan's tongue slide over the pubic area and lick the entrance of her tender vulva. There was a wet, pink feeling that seemed to be dripping with water. Qiao Jie groaned and flinched to the side. Si Quan smelled the fragrance emanating from Qiao Jie's genitals. A slightly fishy, slightly salty scent wafted from him as he resolutely pressed his lips to Qiao Jie's genitals. Qiao Jie arched her body, wanting to dodge yet also wanting to open her body wider for his kiss. A strange stimulation washed over her. Although she had had sexual relations with several men, including Fat Monk, no man had ever kissed her genitals. This stimulation filled Qiao Jie with a mixture of shame, lust, and a fresh, exciting sensation. She could clearly feel the warm tip of Si Quan's tongue touching the tender flesh inside her.

For Si Quan, it was also his first time kissing a woman's genitals. But when he watched porn, women seemed to enjoy oral sex, and at this moment, his greatest desire was to please Qiao Jie, to satisfy and make the woman he loved feel comfortable. But as Si Quan kissed Qiao Jie's tender, smooth vulva, he couldn't help but recall her legend, the various "sticks" he'd fought with here before. This only intensified his arousal. This legendary harlot, this lady in real life, his friend's lover, was now naked beneath him. His increasingly hard penis forced him to shift to a prone position.

After savoring the feeling of Qiao Jie's overflowing wetness for a while, Si Quan stroked her small, white feet, his lips kissing down her long, shapely legs. At this moment, Qiao Jie seemed to have forgotten everything, focusing only on the naked man before her. Her only feeling was a desperate need for a man's hardness and erection. She lifted her legs, pulling Si Quan, who was kissing her legs, closer to her. Holding Lao Qi's arm, she half-opened her alluring almond-shaped eyes and murmured, "Come on, come on..."

Si Quan, of course, understood Qiao Jie's meaning. He lifted himself up, placing his hands on either side of Qiao Jie's head, his hard lower body pressing against hers. The fleshy, firm sensation ignited Qiao Jie's desire. She bent her legs to the sides, slightly raising her buttocks, using her wet, glistening opening to receive Si Quan's member. They touched a few times, but couldn't find the right spot. Qiao Jie no longer cared about being a lady. Her hand reached down to her lower body and grasped Si Quan's penis. Although it wasn't the first time she'd held a man's penis, or even the first time she'd held a penis belonging to a man other than her husband, the hardness of Si Quan's penis still made Qiao Jie's heart and lower body tremble. The enormous head pressed against the entrance of her forest. Qiao Jie released her hand, and Lao Qi thrust forward, his penis penetrating Qiao Jie's wet and soft cave. Qiao Jie's small red lips parted slightly but no sound came out. Her neck arched back slightly, and after a moment, a long, panting moan seemed to escape from deep within her body. She reached up and hugged Si Quan's waist, feeling the thrusting, colliding, and rubbing of his penis against her lower body, matching his rhythm with her soft breaths and moans.

The quiet room soon became filled with the sounds of their wet, rubbing genitals, accompanied by the rapid thrusting of four circles. Qiao Jie's lower body was already overflowing with desire. Even Qiao Jie herself blushed a little at the sound of such lewd noises. With her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side, she couldn't help but moan, "Ah...ah...ouch...um..."

From the moment four circles' penis entered, he felt an extreme sense of pleasure. The wet, watery cave was soft and had a rich elasticity, as if every inch of flesh had a trembling power. Every time he pulled out, there was a lingering drag on the entire penis. Every time he inserted, it felt like every inch was the end, yet it could penetrate deeply. The smooth feeling of Qiao Jie's delicate skin and the just-right strength of her legs clamping him on both sides gave four circles a feeling of ecstasy.

Si Quan continued his rapid, relentless thrusting, but Qiao Jie couldn't take it anymore. Her moans grew louder, her legs lifted off the bed, her lower body soaked with fluids flowing down from beneath their joined bodies. Her small feet curled up on either side of Si Quan's body, her round, white toes slightly curving inwards. "Ah...ah...Director...I can't...ah...I can't take it...anymore..."

Qiao Jie's hands gripped Si Quan's waist, her legs spread wide as far as she could. Her breasts, swaying in the breeze, now bore erect, delicate pink nipples.

Si Quan lowered his body, pressing his entire body against Qiao Jie's. He kissed her round, small earlobe, feeling the softness and elasticity of her full breasts pressed against his. His lower body was tightly inserted into hers, using the contraction of his buttocks muscles to thrust and grind deep into her pubic area. The deep penetration had reached the very end of her pubic area, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through her lower body. Qiao Jie moaned and even cried out louder, her delicate voice further stimulating Si Quan's passion. Her long, slender legs wrapped around Si Quan's waist, her small feet hooked together, her toes pointing upwards. Her buttocks had lifted off the white sheets as her body curled up, leaving faint wet stains on the sheets. Si Quan raised his body, grabbed Qiao Jie's little feet with each hand, and stretched Qiao Jie's legs apart and straightened them. He knelt on the bed and began to thrust in and out from a horizontal angle, each time pulling the angle to its maximum and then forcefully inserting it. Lao Qi looked down at Qiao Jie's plump, tender vulva, his penis constantly going in and out. From Qiao Jie's wet vulva came the sounds of "squeak, squelch" and "splish, splish". His penis was already wet when he pulled it out, and his pubic hair was covered with patches of Qiao Jie's vaginal fluid.

Qiao Jie lay flat on the bed, her legs stretched out to the sides on either side of Si Quan's shoulders. Her lower body was exposed, receiving Si Quan's continuous thrusts. Wave after wave of stimulation and impact made Qiao Jie's body weak and limp. Her whole body trembled in waves. The tingling and intense impact from the water curtain cave made Qiao Jie seem to forget everything. She just kept moaning, twisting her slender and soft waist, her head was tilted back, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her small nose. Her pointed and round chin was held up, and the blue veins on her white and thin neck were faintly visible. Her pair of full breasts trembled back and forth, dancing in an alluring rhythm and wave.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...Director...ah...no more...ah...ah..." Qiao Jie tightly hugged Si Quan's neck with both hands, and placed her legs around Si Quan's waist. Her two long, white legs clamped around Si Quan's waist, swaying with Si Quan's thrusts. The muscles of her lower body twitched continuously, tightly wrapping around the rod that Si Quan had inserted inside, as if a soft, moist, and warm fleshy hoop was enveloping Si Quan's rod. With the back and forth thrusts of Si Quan's rod, it contracted and released, constantly secreting excited mucus. Qiao Jie's whole body trembled continuously. An unprecedented orgasm had overwhelmed her entire body. A chaotic feeling swirled in her mind, and everything before her eyes was blurry. Only the constant excitement, stimulation, and spasms in her lower body echoed throughout her body, accompanied by continuous moans and panting. Qiao Jie's soft and plump body clung to Si Quan's body, constantly twisting and trembling. Her lips and tender face kept rubbing and kissing Si Quan's face, enjoying the excitement of the orgasm beneath Si Quan.

Si Quan tightly embraced the excited, almost wanton young woman beneath him, thrusting his penis in and out as Qiao Jie's body clung to him. He felt the tight, full sensation of Qiao Jie's wet, flowing vagina, the tingling, gripping feeling constantly stimulating Si Quan's excited nerves. The inexperienced Si Quan only knew to keep pursuing stronger stimulation until he finally reached the peak of ejaculation. He laboriously rose and fell his buttocks, thrusting his penis in and out, his wet genitals constantly rubbing and colliding together, the sticky, sizzling sounds filling the air. Amidst Qiao Jie's soft moans and panting, it all seemed even more lewd and wanton. "Ah... Director... um... don't move... ah... ah" Qiao Jie trembled violently all over, her hands and feet tightly wrapped around Si Quan's body, her lower body pressed tightly against Si Quan's hard rod, forcing Si Quan to move slowly on Qiao Jie's soft body without being able to thrust. The tip of her delicate nose, which was close to Si Quan's face, was cool, and her hot lips kept kissing Si Quan's face and lips. Her soft moans and panting kept echoing in Si Quan's ears.

As Qiao Jie tightly embraced Si Quan, Si Quan was steadily approaching the peak of excitement. The tingling sensation on her penis told him she couldn't hold on much longer. Si Quan always thrust until ejaculation. Just as he was about to ejaculate, Qiao Jie experienced a powerful orgasm, clinging tightly to Si Quan to stop him from stimulating her further. In the instant he stopped, Si Quan could feel his penis throb a few times, and a few drops of fluid flowed out. Si Quan vigorously moved his penis inside Qiao Jie, rubbing against her convulsing vaginal opening. Although he wasn't thrusting, the rhythmic trembling of Qiao Jie's soft, wet pubic area gave Si Quan the same intense stimulation.

"Director, hold me... um..."

Qiao Jie gasped and moaned in Si Quan's ear. Si Quan slipped his hand under Qiao Jie's body, feeling the sweat on her smooth back. He hugged her tightly, feeling the softness of her full breasts pressed against his chest. His lower body involuntarily thrust deeper into her. "Ah—"

Qiao Jie let out a long moan, her crossed legs and buttocks pushing upwards forcefully. Si Quan's penis touched the trembling depths of her vagina, the stimulation causing it to throb twice before ejaculating hot semen. "Ah—ah…"

Qiao Jie felt the warm impact inside her body, knowing Si Quan had ejaculated. She moaned in his ear while writhing, intensifying his excitement. After a moment, Si Quan's tense body relaxed, pressing down on Qiao Jie. Qiao Jie lowered her legs, which had been wrapped tightly around him, but they remained intertwined, her small feet rubbing against his calves. Their bodies remained entwined, and Qiao Jie could feel the warm thing slowly softening.

"Actually, I've liked you for a long time, you know?"

Si Quan looked up, gazing affectionately at Qiao Jie's beautiful face, now even more alluring after her climax. Qiao Jie didn't avoid Si Quan's gaze, her alluring eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and affection. "Since when?"

Qiao Jie reached out and stroked Si Quan's stiff hair and sweaty forehead.

"From the day I saw you, the first moment I saw you, I could never forget you."

Si Quan got off Qiao Jie and turned to embrace her. Suddenly, the wardrobe beside Qiao Jie's bed moved a few times, the door opened abruptly, and a dark figure emerged. A burly figure, like a bear, stood before the bed. Si Quan stared intently—it was Fat Monk! Fat Monk came out holding something that looked like a camera, a smug, wicked smile spreading across his face.

Chapter 91: Adultery.

Si Quan watched dumbfounded as Fat Monk magically emerged from the wardrobe, holding a point-and-shoot camera, standing there grinning smugly. His bald head swayed like a child's rattle, the wrinkles on his forehead... His face, shaped like a chrysanthemum from his smile, was plump like pebbles, revealing black and yellow teeth and a unkempt beard. Fat Monk stuffed his point-and-shoot camera into his cotton coat pocket, then walked to the bed and, like an eagle snatching a chick, yanked Si Quan off the bed. Si Quan looked like a plucked chicken, dejected and terrified. He didn't know how Fat Monk had gotten there, what he wanted to do, or if he was going to beat him up. Si Quan's body began to tremble, not from fear, but from sheer terror.

Fat Monk stared at Si Quan with eyes that seemed to burn him alive. Then he picked up the coal tongs, stuck them in the stove, and waited until the tips were red-hot and hissing. He pulled them out, walked over to Si Quan, and said coldly, "I'll give you two choices. One, I'll leave a mark on your butt, kick you out, accuse you of rape, make you walk around naked, and then have you taken away by the police, disappearing from the county high school in style, becoming famous throughout the county. Two, you agree to one condition, just one condition. Tell me, which one do you choose?"

Si Quan clutched his clothes, as if trying to grab something to cover himself. He was naked, completely bare-chested, with nothing on his body. His hands nervously rested on his private parts. He said to the fat monk, "Can you let me put on some clothes first?"

The fat monk sneered, "Put on some clothes? There's no such thing as a free lunch! Answer me first!"

The fat monk brandished a red-hot pair of tongs, and Si Quan immediately reacted as if he'd been burned. His small, thin bottom twitched. Si Quan looked at Qiao Jie, who was leaning against the covers on the bed. Qiao Jie was glaring at him, silent and unresponsive. Si Quan knew he'd probably fallen for a trap—a honey trap, a honey trap set by the fat monk and Qiao Jie. Helpless, Si Quan looked at the fat monk and could only nod. The fat monk gave Si Quan a look, signaling him to put on his clothes. Si Quan, like a monkey, hurriedly dressed. Once dressed, he said to the fat monk, "So, what is it?" The fat monk looked at Si Quan and said with a cold smile, "I want half of the income and expenditure in the ledger!"

Si Quan stared at the fat monk in astonishment, his mouth agape, unable to utter a sound. He stared at the fat monk's fat face for a long time before finally saying, "You're dreaming!"

The fat monk replied, "Heh! Think about it! Is accusing you of rapism more important than money?"

Si Quan trembled. He hadn't expected this seemingly honest and somewhat rough master craftsman to be so cunning. He hadn't expected to be outmaneuvered. Damn it! Si Quan lowered his head, looking at the flames leaping wildly in the stove, and said, "If I give you half, what am I supposed to take? Besides, there are other people..."

Fat Monk interrupted Si Quan, saying, "Nonsense, why are you talking so much nonsense? I don't care! I want half. I know all the numbers in the ledger, and you don't need to hide anything from me. I want to see it tomorrow! You decide what to do. I have the photos, and I have the stuff that came out of your lower body. There's plenty of evidence. Think about it yourself!"

Si Quan looked at Fat Monk's distorted, fat face in a panic, sighed, and said to Fat Monk, "I didn't expect you to scheme against me. You made a mistake, and I had to beg the principal to let you come back. How dare you scheme against me, you bastard!"

Si Quan was about to continue cursing when Fat Monk swung the fire tongs in front of his face. Si Quan abruptly stopped, and Fat Monk coldly said, "I'm a bastard, you're the bastard! You think I don't know you've been scheming behind my back? I didn't even bother to tell you. Today, you've gotten your just desserts. You still have the nerve to tell me this? If I weren't here and had to keep working, I would have just shoved the fire tongs right up your ass, to teach you a lesson for being so arrogant and reckless!"

Fat Monk was clearly furious, his spittle splattering onto Si Quan's face and into the stove, creating plumes of smoke.

Fat Monk shouted, "Let me tell you, if you dare to go back on your word today, I'm telling you, I'm capable of anything!"

Si Quan looked at Fat Monk, who seemed like a completely different person, smacked his lips a few times, swallowed hard, and prepared to leave. Fat Monk blocked Si Quan's path, snarling, "If you want your photos back, do as I say!"

Si Quan walked away dejectedly, and the room fell silent. Just as Fat Monk was about to approach Qiao Jie on the bed, Qiao Jie suddenly threw a pillow at him, angrily saying, "You son of a bitch, you actually thought of making me do these shameful things? You're not human!"

Qiao Jie's voice was soft, and her words were even more tender. Fat Monk looked at Qiao Jie with pity, and gently... He said, "Don't be angry, Qiao'er, there's no other way. We can't let this bastard fool us. I know you've sacrificed a lot, I'll take good care of you! Don't worry!"

Fat Monk said, then climbed onto the bed without a second thought, tightly embracing the limp Qiao'er. He tenderly stroked her face, saying, "Of all the women on campus, you're the prettiest! No one can surpass you!"

Qiao'er playfully punched Fat Monk, saying, "You knew I was joking!"

The two spoke sweet words, while the flames in the stove, restless, would occasionally peek out. The night seemed so quiet at that moment.

Ling Baobao met Wu Dingtian the next day. Wu Dingtian and Yi Meimei walked side by side. Wu Dingtian turned his head to look at Ling Baobao, giving her a disdainful glare. Li Xiping, who was next to Ling Baobao, couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Damn it, let him be arrogant for a few days. Sooner or later I'll beat his face into a pig's head and let him be arrogant!"

Ling Baobao advised, "Don't be angry. We'll wait for our chance and take care of this fat guy sooner or later!"

Wu Dingtian and Yi Meimei walked in front, and Ling Baobao and Li Xiping walked behind. Ma Dali and Hu Chengwei were nowhere to be seen. The group went upstairs one after another. Wu Dingtian seemed to be showing off as he escorted Yi Meimei to... At the classroom door, Wu Dingtian walked and laughed as he passed between Li Xiping and Ling Baobao. Ling Baobao deliberately straightened her shoulders, but Wu Dingtian, being tall and heavy, bumped into her, almost making her stumble. Li Xiping said, "Damn it, watch where you're going!"

Wu Dingtian turned around and looked at Li Xiping, saying, "Shut the hell up, so what if I bumped into you!"

Ling Baobao reached out and pulled Li Xiping, and seeing that the two of them were silent, Wu Dingtian swaggered away. Ling Baobao advised, "Don't worry! We'll deal with him someday! Let him be arrogant for now!"

The class bell rang, and Ling Baobao and Li Xiping went into their respective classrooms.

Upon entering, Ling Baobao saw Yi Meimei looking at her with resentment and unease in her eyes. Ling Baobao didn't look at her any longer and walked to her seat. Fan Huajing and Ma Dali were both smiling and staring at Ling Baobao. After sitting down, Ling Baobao said, "What are you laughing at?!"

Ma Dali, still smiling, said, "Look in your desk drawer!"

Ling Baobao looked down at her desk drawer and saw a plastic lunchbox containing something that looked like meat. She opened it and saw braised pork! It must have been brought by Fan Huajing. At this moment, Fan Huajing turned to Ling Baobao and said, "Try it, my mom made it for lunch today, so I brought it for you!"

Ma Dali, standing beside her, smacked his lips and kept saying how delicious it smelled! Ling Baobao smiled and said to Fan Huajing, "Thank you!"

Fan Huajing replied, "

Don't be so polite with me!" Ma Dali, standing to the side, said with intense jealousy, "Oh my god, so sweet! So affectionate! I can't stand it!"

Ling Baobao had been on duty last night, so she didn't attend her morning classes and didn't come to class until the afternoon. Just then, the student cafeteria was already cleaned up. Si Quan arrived at the cafeteria and saw Fatty Tuo busy at work. He waved to Fatty Tuo, who grinned at him and gave him a wink. The two went to the back of the cafeteria, where no one was. Si Quan took out a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to the head chef, Fatty Tuo, saying, "How about that? You're too ruthless! How am I supposed to explain this to the principal?"

Fatty Tuo squeezed the wad of cash with his greasy fingers and grinned wickedly, "That's your problem!"

Fatty Tuo stuffed the cash into his mouth. He put it in the bag, then patted Si Quan's shoulder hard and said, "You've worked hard!"

He turned and walked into the cafeteria. Si Quan watched the fat monk's departing figure and cursed, "You bastard, let you be arrogant, see how I deal with you!"

That night, Ling Baobao and Ma Dali were about to return to their dormitory after evening self-study when they suddenly saw a dark figure dart into the Political Education Office next to the dark building. The office was completely dark, so Ling Baobao wondered if a thief had come. She took Ma Dali to the Political Education Office. The front suite of the Political Education Office was pitch black, and they couldn't see inside from outside. So, the two went to the back suite of the Political Education Office, climbed over the playground wall, and saw a light on in a small office of the Political Education Office. The two secretly went behind the window, thinking that the thief was too bold to steal things with the light on. The two peeked through a corner of the window not covered by the curtains and saw a woman standing with her back to the desk. A moment later, a figure slipped in through the front door. The few pitiful strands of hair on his bald head immediately told Ling Baobao it was Liu Song. As soon as Liu Song entered, the woman embraced him and kissed him passionately. Liu Song opened his mouth, and the woman offered her tongue, letting him taste it. Liu Song didn't hold back, entwining his tongue and kissing her fiercely. His hands roamed up and down, one hand grabbing and pinching her breasts, teasing her nipples. The other hand rested on her buttocks, vigorously kneading her plump and elastic flesh. Then, it slid into her cleft, massaging her sacred vulva through the two layers of cloth. With this combined effort, the woman soon began to pant heavily, her face flushed, her beautiful eyes almost overflowing with tears. She pushed Liu Song away forcefully, scolding, "So impatient! Haven't you seen women before? We'll play later. What do you think of my underwear? It's warm." Only then did Liu Song notice the white outfit the woman was wearing, like an ordinary sweater and trousers. Nothing special. He simply nodded and said, "I see it. It's just a sweater and underpants, you can buy them everywhere." The woman laughed and scolded, "You country bumpkin, you don't know anything about quality. Do you know, it costs several thousand yuan!" Saying this, she stepped forward and grabbed Liu Song's crotch, saying, "I think you're smart in this respect, but stupid in everything else." Liu Song tossed his head and said smugly, "Some men are incredibly smart in other ways, but incredibly stupid in this respect. Do you like it?"

The woman smiled charmingly and said, "At this moment, I'm pleased with you. At another time, it's hard to say." Liu Song pulled her hand and pressed it against his manhood, urging, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and serve it. If you serve it well, it will make you even more comfortable later." The woman said, "I have no objection, whatever you say. But first, you have to take off my clothes, my husband had someone bring them from afar." Liu Song asked, "Where is your husband?"

As the woman undressed, she replied, "He went to the provincial capital for a meeting. He won't be back for a week. I'm so bored!" Liu Song raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Why don't you move in with me? We can sleep together every day. Then you won't feel so bored." The woman sighed and said, "I'd like to, but your sister-in-law is there. I can't be so shameless as to live in the same room as you. What kind of person would I be?" Liu Song chuckled, "Men don't love women who aren't seductive." The woman smiled flirtatiously and said, "Then I'll show you how seductive I can be. I'll make you love me properly." By this time, the woman was down to her underwear. Her jade-like arms, white legs, high breasts, and full hips exuded a fleshy fragrance and the scent of shower gel. Furthermore, her bra and panties were small, with leopard print patterns, adding a touch of wildness to her allure. Liu Song stepped forward and hugged her, smelling her long hair and kissing her face, praising, "Baby, you took a bath. You smell so good." The woman swayed her hips, rubbing her full breasts against Liu Song's body. She said coquettishly, "Of course, I slept until after ten o'clock. I took a bath after waking up. I thought of you after lying in bed for a while." As she spoke, she pressed her pretty face against Liu Song's. Liu Song gave her a loud kiss on the lips and laughed, "Then what are we waiting for? Come on, let's get things done." The woman smiled flirtatiously, "If you serve me well today, you'll get some unexpected benefits." Liu Song asked, "What benefits?"

The woman snorted, "We'll talk about it after we're done." Liu Song shouted, "Fine, let's see if I don't serve you well." "I'll make sure you can't get out of bed tomorrow," he said, picking up the woman and carrying her to the wooden bed by the window

. Chapter 92. Adultery 2

Ling Baobao and Ma Dali were dumbfounded. Damn it, this bald guy actually had a lover! Their passion was burning so close, making Ling Baobao very unhappy. Ma Dali also seemed to enjoy watching. These two scoundrels had plenty of time now, so they continued to stake out and watch the show, hoping to discover something else.

Liu Song carried the woman to the bed. The woman, her face full of lust, cried out, "Let me serve you, Director." She stood up from the bed and undressed Liu Song until he was completely naked. Liu Song climbed onto the bed naked, pushed the woman down, and started kissing her on the face, moving down to her abdomen. The woman hummed, "Director, try my peach and see if it's delicious." Liu Song laughed, "Your peach, how could it not be delicious?" "

Saying this, he licked that sensitive area through her underwear. After licking it several times, the fabric became wet, whether from Liu Song's saliva or her vaginal fluids, it was unclear. Because it was wet, dark pubic hair was vaguely visible. Liu Song used his tongue to touch, push, and even peck and suck with his lips, making the woman moan and laugh, exclaiming, "Director, you're so naughty!"

Saying this, she sat up and took off her bra. She pressed Liu Song's head down with her hand, making him continue to lurk between her legs. Liu Song may not look like much, but his oral skills were quite remarkable, licking the woman until she was constantly wet. When she could no longer bear it, the woman took off the only thing she was wearing, spread her legs, and brought her private parts to Liu Song's mouth. Liu Song stretched out his tongue, using his skills to fiercely attack the woman's dark forest, making the woman scream and her body tremble.

"Director, I want to lick you too, give it to me!" Liu Song glanced at the woman, her breasts heaving, her eyes glazed, her face flushed red—she was clearly very excited. He felt it needed to heat things up a bit more, so he complied with her wishes, straddling her, his head lowered, and began attacking her lower body, his penis landing right in front of her. It was thick and long, with prominent veins. The woman, as if she'd found a treasure, grabbed it and gently licked it with her tongue. Just that one lick sent a shiver down Liu Song's spine. He felt every pore on his body suddenly open, every limb and joint feeling incredibly comfortable. He thought to himself, "This woman really knows how to play!" Ling Baobao and Ma Dali, watching from outside the window, were shocked to see this scene. They felt a sudden tremor in their hearts and involuntarily felt their own penises opening.

Liu Song sighed repeatedly. A moment later, Liu Song lay down, and the woman, with a seductive expression, straddled him, squatting in a horse stance, and slowly sat down. The woman gave Liu Song a flirtatious wink and exclaimed passionately, "You're such a treasure!" "It's going to pierce my heart!" she said, swaying her hips in pursuit of even greater pleasure. Her large breasts, under her movements, surged and rippled, a dazzling and alluring sight. Liu Song reached out, climbing to the peaks, greedily fondling them. He casually molded the breasts into various shapes. Those two purple nipples, too, received their share of irritation. Soon, the breasts swelled, the nipples hardened. Liu Song watched with immense satisfaction. He enjoyed the beauty's service, indulging in his groping, while simultaneously watching her lewd behavior and listening to her moans. This was one of life's greatest pleasures; it was a pity he wasn't a poet, otherwise, he would surely have composed several timeless masterpieces. The woman, like a horse riding a horse, rode faster and faster, her cries growing louder. Liu Song cooperated, supporting her buttocks with both hands and thrusting his lower body hard. The woman cried out repeatedly.

After only about a hundred thrusts, the woman reached her first orgasm. She cried out, "Director, I love you, you're the real man!" Then she lay panting on top of Liu Song. Liu Song held her with one arm and slid the other across her back. Liu Song kissed her burning face and asked, "Baby, are you comfortable?"

The woman nodded, replying weakly, "It's so good, every time I make love with you, it feels amazing." Liu Song reached out and touched her plump buttocks, asking, "Are you comfortable with your husband?"

The woman sighed, "His skills are far inferior to yours. Every time, before I even get to enjoy it, he's finished. You're so much better. I wish I could be with you forever. I'd be willing to be poor." Liu Song said, "You only say that now that you have money. Do you know how hard it is when you're poor?" "That feeling sometimes makes you want to jump off a building," the woman shook her head and said, "If a woman can't find happiness in bed, she's lived a wasted life. If I die now, I'll be content." Liu Song asked, "Are you willing to part with your money? Money can do so many things." The woman snorted and said, "What's so good about money? Money isn't everything. If you like money, you can have all my money; take it and spend it. I have nothing right now, just a little money." Liu Song patted her butt and laughed, "I'm not a gigolo, why would I take your money? It's true I like money, but I'll earn it myself. I don't want a woman's money." The woman immediately laughed and praised, "You have real backbone. I like men like you." Saying this, she kissed Liu Song on the lips.

Ling Baobao cursed in her heart: Bastard, you're talking nonsense. If there really was a pile of money in front of him, he'd probably run faster than anyone else!

Liu Song asked her, "Is our relationship just about sex? Do you love me?" The woman paused for a moment, then said, "

I don't know if I love you, but I've missed you a bit since I haven't seen you for a while. I wanted to know how you were doing. For you, I'd give you all my money, anything." Liu Song was deeply moved. He affectionately stroked the woman's head and said excitedly, "You're so good to me. I really want to cry because someone cares about me and loves me." The woman rubbed her face against Liu Song's and asked softly, "Does Wei Miaohua love you?"

Liu Song thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know, definitely not. I guess I don't have anything that attracts her." The woman said, "Don't be discouraged. Other men wouldn't dare joke around with her, but you seem to have taken advantage of her." Liu Song said, "What advantage could I have taken? At most, I held her hand, or maybe hugged her waist, and made a few jokes." The woman chuckled and said, "Don't pretend. I know you. You wouldn't easily let go of a beauty you've got."

Liu Song was puzzled and muttered to himself, "Is that really true?" "How could I not see that?" he thought, secretly delighted. He believed it was true. In his excitement, his manhood hardened and stood erect. The woman laughed and scolded, "You big lecher, you're up to something again. Mentioning Wei Miaohua makes you even harder. You're probably thinking about Wei Miaohua, aren't you?"

Liu Song couldn't admit it, and retorted, "How could I dare think of her? Right now, I miss you the most."

Liu Song's expression was extremely awkward. Although he knew the woman had revealed his true feelings, he still stubbornly refused to admit it. However, looking at the woman's wanton expression and body, Liu Song couldn't resist. He shouted, "Fine. Let's see how I deal with you!" With that, he flipped the woman over, assuming a missionary position. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, his hard penis thrusting in with thunderous force. Each thrust produced a wet, erotic sound. The woman cried out, "You're truly my nemesis! I give up!" Liu Song didn't answer, continuing to thrust and pound relentlessly, attacking the woman like a storm. The woman felt his penis touching her clitoris, each thrust giving her an intoxicating pleasure. She cried out in pleasure, wrapping her arms around his back.

"Excellent, wonderful, this is a man. This is a hero. This is the kind of woman who feels truly good!"

This string of lewd words made Liu Song extremely proud. The rod moved rapidly like a piston, thrusting deep inside her, making her climax. The woman's juices flowed freely. Later, he placed her legs on his shoulders and began a more intense, violent assault. She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she couldn't even utter a complete utterance. This continued for countless thrusts until she reached her climax and begged for mercy.

The two rested briefly together, then Liu Song said, "You rarely come to see me, I wish we could spend the whole night together, it would be incredibly pleasurable!"

The woman glanced at him and laughed, "I wish I could. But I'm afraid you won't have the stamina. I'll exhaust you." Liu Song said, "I'm not seventy or eighty years old. Doing it several times a day is no problem." The woman touched Liu Song's rod and laughed, "It's still soft. You can't do it even if you want to." Liu Song blinked and said, "Touch it a few more times, and it'll get hard." The woman snorted and said, "I don't believe you." But she still let him touch it, sometimes stroking it, sometimes squeezing it, sometimes lifting it, like playing with a beloved toy. The woman smiled at Liu Song again and said, "It's no good, is it? It's like a cotton candy." Before Liu Song could answer, the woman exclaimed in surprise. His manhood suddenly swelled up like an inflating balloon, quickly transforming into a long

, thick spear. The woman stared at Liu Song in disbelief. Liu Song proudly raised his head and said, "How about it? Am I good enough?" The woman praised, "You really are different." She then kissed him enthusiastically, opening her mouth and sucking with relish. After a while, Liu Song said, "Let's get started." The woman asked, "How do we play this time?"

Liu Song seemed to have thought of something and said, "This time we'll try something new. You'll definitely like it." He then introduced two positions. The woman seemed to have experienced it herself, understanding immediately. The two got off the bed. As instructed, the woman lay face down on the floor, supporting herself with her arms. Liu Song stood between the woman's legs, holding one leg in each hand. He lifted her up, suspending her body in the air. Then he inserted his lower body, moving forward as he continued. The woman walked on her hands, with Liu Song following behind. This method was not only novel but also quite enjoyable.

Ling Baobao and Ma Dali could hardly believe that these two were engaging in such an exaggerated act of debauchery, even imagining it as something akin to stray dogs mating in the house. Ling Baobao thought Liu Song was truly remarkable, a complete lecher.

The woman was very interested and walked around the room several times, but this method was too strenuous for her, and she couldn't continue for long. Later, when she was too tired to walk any further, Liu Song pulled out his club and let the woman rest. The woman, panting, asked, "Director, what's this move called?"

Liu Song, unsure of the name, blurted out, "I think it's called 'Old Man Pushing a Cart.'" The woman laughed heartily and said, "It's quite fun. And rather fitting; I never expected you to have such a clever mind."

She continued, "Let's try that other move and see how it goes." Liu Song asked with concern, "Aren't you tired? If you are, we can try again another day." The woman said, "I'm happy today. If you're not in a hurry, let's play a little longer. Who knows when the next time will be?" Without further ado, they got to work. This move was even more novel. Kneeling on the ground, the woman hugged Liu Song's neck, hooked her legs around his waist, and pulled his penis into her lower body. Liu Song had to kneel forward like a puppy, leaving the act of lovemaking to the woman. The woman thrust her hips upwards while kissing Liu Song's face and mouth, humming softly, clearly very excited. Liu Song was having a tough time. Although the floor wasn't too rough and the woman wasn't too heavy, this position meant he had to support her entire weight, and his attention was entirely focused on walking. He had no time to appreciate any other pleasures. What could he do? He'd come up with such a good suggestion, and he was starting to regret it. But the woman was ecstatic. After a while, she started moaning loudly, her face beaming with pleasure. Seeing that Liu Song wasn't quite satisfied, she told him to stop. They went back to bed, and Liu Song straddled her, thrusting wildly again. He used all his strength and passion, his movements powerful, intense, and deep. Before long, the woman climaxed again. Amidst the woman's lewd moans, Liu Song pulled out his penis, ejaculated, and then collapsed onto her like a dead bull.

The two lay silently on the bed, breathing heavily, their sounds filling the lounge with a cacophony of moans. A moment later, the woman glanced at her watch, hurriedly got up, and said, "Director, I'll come see you another day. It's too late, my husband wants me to go home early." Liu Song stood up, took her hand, and teased, "You've got some nerve! You said you weren't afraid of your husband, but now you've shown your true colors!"

The woman said softly, "How dare you say that to me! I came all this way just to see you, and you're making sarcastic remarks!"

Liu Song pulled the woman into his arms, kissed her passionately, and groped her a bit before letting her go.

A little while later, Liu Song came in and meticulously scanned every inch of the room like a detective. After carefully inspecting everything, he confidently smoothed the sheets, tidied up the floor, turned off the lights, and locked the door. Ling Baobao and Ma Dali leaned against the wall, motionless for a long time, seemingly frozen by the cold, unable to move. Leaning against the wall, Fatty didn't know how to get down. Only when he felt a slight sensation in his feet did he hurriedly pound his legs before getting up to return to the dormitory

. Chapter 93: The Farce.

Ling Baobao and Ma Dali felt like they were frozen solid, stiffening as they returned to the dormitory. They shivered as they entered, their teeth chattering from the cold. Ling Baobao hadn't expected to witness Liu Song's affair again tonight. It seemed Liu Song was indeed a repressed pervert; he appeared serious, but was actually quite chaotic in private.

Ling Baobao immediately crawled into bed, and after a long while, she finally spoke, "Is there anything to eat?" Li Xiping walked over with a smile and asked, "What? What were you two doing in the dark? You're only just getting back?"

Ling Baobao shivered and said, "Watching a good show!"

Ma Dali also shouted from under the covers, "Damn, that was awesome! Much better than watching a videotape!"

Li Xiping's interest was immediately piqued, and he hurriedly shook Ling Baobao, asking, "Tell me quickly, what happened? Look how happy you two are!" Ling

Baobao shouted to Ma Dali, "Ma Dali, give us a taste of the good life! Let them broaden their horizons!"

Ma Dali vividly described what he had just seen, carefully elaborating on anything that wasn't detailed enough, until everyone listened with great interest and fell silent. Only then did they realize that the story had captivated them, their imaginations running wild.

That night, images of several girls kept flashing through Ling Baobao's mind. One moment Wei Miaohua's face appeared, the next Qiao Jie and Xiao Min. Ling Baobao was genuinely surprised, and when she woke up the next day, she realized she had actually shown affection to so many women, feeling quite pleased and smug.

Wei Miao Hua's expression during class was very impatient, clearly not because of the lecture itself, but because of her erratic behavior today. She kept mispronouncing names, making mistakes in English grammar, and forgetting what she had just taught, forcing her to start over. This repeated itself so that the students sitting below the podium couldn't focus on their books or the lesson; instead, they were observing and guessing what was wrong with their beautiful teacher, as if the batteries in a toy were reversed, making her act completely abnormal. To be honest, even a fool could see that something was wrong with her.

Ling Baobao was very concerned and worried. Clearly, Wei Miaohua had encountered something serious, forcing her to lose control of her emotions. The two classes ended in this awkward state. After class, Wei Miaohua lowered her head, packed her things, and then quickly left the classroom as if she had done something wrong. Ling Baobao looked out the window and saw Wei Miaohua's resentful and sad eyes. Ling Baobao's heart was filled with mixed emotions, and she didn't know what to do.

The morning classes finally ended, but Ling Baobao's thoughts were still on Wei Miaohua. She desperately wanted to know what had happened to Wei Miaohua. At noon, Ling Baobao left the classroom early to see if Class 6 next door had finished, because Class 5 and Class 6 had alternating classes: Class 5 had English for the first two periods, and Class 6 had English for the next two periods. Ling Baobao didn't expect that her expression would attract the attention of the curious and sly Ma Dali. Ma Dali whispered, "Baobao, what's wrong?"

Ling Baobao pushed Ma Dali and said, "Nothing! I forgot to tidy up my desk. Go back to the classroom and tidy up my desk." Ma Dali went back to the classroom, puzzled.

Class 6 finally ended, and Wei Miaohua was the first to rush out again, carrying textbooks and a stack of lesson plans. Her head was drooping, and she almost bumped into Ling Baobao at the door. Wei Miaohua hesitated for a moment, then, recognizing Ling Baobao, she stared blankly at her, sighed, her face stiffening slightly. She uttered an "oh" and prepared to leave. Seeing this, Ling Baobao asked, "Teacher Wei, I have a question I don't understand. When can I ask you?"

Wei Miaohua looked up blankly at the expectant Ling Baobao and said hesitantly, "This afternoon, not at noon, but tonight! Come over tonight!"

Ling Baobao nodded earnestly, giving Wei Miaohua a comforting look. Wei Miaohua gave Ling Baobao a resentful look before looking away, quickly heading towards the stairwell, her steps light and swift.

Ling Baobao had been listless all day until she saw Qiao Jie and Fat Monk fighting in the cafeteria.

Ling Baobao never dreamed that Fatty Tuo and Qiao Jie would get into a fight. She only believed it when she witnessed it firsthand at the cafeteria. Ling Baobao got her food, and the four of them sat around the table. When Ling Baobao turned to look at Qiao Jie at the food window, she couldn't see her striking beauty or her bright smile; she only heard Qiao Jie and Fatty Tuo arguing. Ling Baobao deliberately moved closer to the window, wanting to see what they were arguing about. She saw Fatty Tuo impatiently push Qiao Jie away, saying, "Can't you stop talking now? Can't you see I'm working? Let's talk about it back home, okay?"

Qiao Jie retorted angrily, "Let's talk about it back home! I'm saying it now, I'm saying it when there are people around! I know you don't want to take responsibility, I know you don't want me, so let me tell you, I can dump you and be with someone else too!"

Fatty Tuo glared at the domineering Qiao Jie and said, "Get lost! What nonsense are you talking about? Let's..." "Wait a minute, let's discuss it later! Okay?"

Qiao Jie persisted, her voice sharp and menacing. "If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'm not done with you!"

Ling Baobao watched as Qiao Jie started crying, her face soon streaked with tears. Fat Tuo saw Ling Baobao peeking in and waved his large rice ladle, yelling at her, "Little brat, what are you looking at? Look again and I'll smash your head! Get lost!"

Ling Baobao pulled her head back, deliberately banging her bowl loudly with her chopsticks, then leaned against the window until Fat Tuo couldn't see her anymore, but she could see Qiao Jie. Qiao Jie's sobbing was incredibly melodious. As she cried, she grabbed something and threw it, unknowingly throwing a can of chili powder at Fatty Tuo. The can missed Fatty Tuo but hit the rice cooker instead. The lid flew off, chili powder spilled into the pot, and the can flew outside. Fatty Tuo, seeing everything and the stares of the many young masters and students, felt a surge of anger. He walked up to Qiao Jie and slapped her hard across the face. The slap was loud and heavy, as if he had used all his strength. Qiao Jie, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground. She was lightly... Ying's body floated like a piece of paper as she fell onto the mountain of flour sacks behind her. Qiao Jie was shocked by the slap; her mouth gaped open for a long time without uttering a sound. Finally, after a long pause, she let out a shrill scream, lowered her head, and charged at Fatty Tuo, fiercely saying, "I'll fight you to the death! You dare hit me!"

The woman's shrill scream shattered the noise of the canteen. Everyone looked in surprise at the window. The cooks and kitchen helpers inside quickly tried to pull the two apart. Qiao Jie, however, attacked Fatty Tuo like a mad lion, hitting and biting him. Fatty Tuo, however, didn't retaliate, standing quietly the whole time. After a long while, the two were separated, and Qiao Jie was persuaded to leave the canteen. Her sobbing continued for a long time before finally stopping.

Ling Baobao never expected that Qiao Jie, who was so well-behaved and petite, could be so enraged, causing a cataclysmic upheaval. She wondered what conflict the two had gotten into this time, but Ling Baobao was too preoccupied with dealing with Wei Miaohua's situation to bother with Qiao Jie's.

The afternoon classes were still uninteresting; Ling Baobao's mind was completely focused on Wei Miaohua's vaguely visible, resentful face. But then, Old Wang's voice pierced Ling Baobao's heart like a knife. The last two periods in the afternoon were math self-study periods. After tutoring the students, Mr. Wang calmly said, "The final exams are coming up soon. I hope everyone does well, because the seating arrangements for next semester will be based on exam scores. Also, the parents of the bottom ten students need to meet with the homeroom teacher when they register for next semester. We need to discuss how to encourage the bottom ten students to work harder and achieve better results!"

Ling Baobao was really scared. Her middle school entrance exam score was originally fourth in the class, but her playful nature had reduced her to the middle. The midterm exam was proof of that. At her current level, if she didn't study harder, she might fall to the bottom. What would she do then? Calling her parents wasn't what Ling Baobao wanted. She had always been her parents' pride and joy; she couldn't let them embarrass her.

Mr. Wang's serious expression seemed genuine and unyielding. Ling Baobao felt conflicted. Sigh, she still had to study hard for a while, hoping not to fall into the bottom ten.

Ling Baobao's cheerful mood almost made her forget about going to Wei Miaohua's dormitory. After evening self-study, she shook off Ma Dali and went to the faculty dormitory building alone. Ling Baobao saw the gatekeeper standing at the entrance, watching her intently like a hunting dog. When she got closer, the gatekeeper asked sternly, "Where are you going?"

Ling Baobao replied, "To ask a teacher a few questions!"

The gatekeeper smirked, shook a large porcelain mug a few times, slurped down some water, and then asked, "Which teacher?"

Ling Baobao was annoyed by the man's expression, as if he were investigating her as a spy, and lazily replied, "Teacher Wei Miaohua!"

The gatekeeper glanced at Ling Baobao's disdainful expression, and then, in a particularly annoying way, spat a thick wad of phlegm onto a nearby tree root, still saying lazily, "Come on! Register!" Damn

it, when did I have to register?! "I've come so many times and I've never been registered. Isn't this blatant bullying?" Ling Baobao muttered. "Why am I being registered today when I've come so many times?"

The gatekeeper looked at the student who didn't like him with displeasure, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said coldly, "This is a rule personally set by Liu Song, the director of the Political Education Department. What! You don't like it? You can go find him if you don't like it!"

Ling Baobao was so angry that he couldn't speak. He could only walk up to the gatekeeper and crookedly write his name, class, the teacher he wanted to see, the time, etc. on a dirty notebook. Only after the gatekeeper nodded was Ling Baobao allowed to enter the faculty and staff building.

Ling Baobao, indignant, arrived at Wei Miaohua's dormitory. Just as she was about to knock, she heard a faint noise coming from inside, like an argument or a scuffle. Ling Baobao sensed something was wrong and decided to observe first. Seeing no one around, she quietly went to the back of the dormitory. Wei Miaohua's window was tightly closed, but a crack in the corner allowed her to see what was happening inside. Looking up, Ling Baobao saw Liu Song and Wei Miaohua inside. Liu Song was tightly gripping Wei Miaohua's soft, bearded wrists, glaring fiercely at her. Liu Song said, "You think you can just dump me like that? No way! Let me tell you, you can't leave the company unless I stamp it on your name. Don't even think about it!" As he spoke,

Liu Song wiped his stubble ... He lunged at Wei Miaohua's beautiful face, actively pursuing her red, luscious lips. Wei Miaohua tried to stop him with both hands, but Liu Song held them tightly. Helpless, she could only lean back, trying to distance herself from him. Liu Song, however, didn't care. He stretched out his neck, which was as long as a chicken's neck, and moved closer to Wei Miaohua. Wei Miaohua didn't dare to respond loudly. Ling Baobao knew that perhaps Liu Song was taking advantage of Wei Miaohua's concern for her reputation and her reluctance to let anyone know about this, using it as an opportunity to blackmail her. Ling Baobao cursed Liu Song in her heart, calling him a bastard. Seeing Wei Miaohua about to be bullied, Ling Baobao couldn't sit still any longer. Just as she was about to get up and go back to the dormitory door to knock, she suddenly heard a knocking sound coming from the front door. Who was coming at this time? Liu Song reluctantly released Wei Miaohua's arm. Wei Miaohua tidied her hair and whispered, "Who is it?"

There was no response from outside. Wei Miaohua asked again, but still no one answered. Wei Miaohua opened the door, and a woman entered. After a closer look, Ling Baobao realized that it was Liu Song's wife. Liu Song's wife had a square face as stern as a black brick, and her anger was evident in her expression.

Liu Song's wife stomped her feet a few times as soon as she entered the house before looking inside. Once she saw Liu Song standing there, she roared at the top of her lungs, "You son of a bitch, you heartless bastard, you treacherous wretch! You've come to this vixen's place again! You said you were going out for a stroll, but I just happened to come here! You shameless thing, you're just bored, running around here! Have you no shame?!" While hurling filthy curses, Liu Song's wife's eyes were fixed on Wei Miaohua, clearly believing that Wei Miaohua had seduced her husband. Ling Baobao, seeing the fierce and fearful face of Liu Song's wife, thought that Liu Song had probably had enough of this shrew and couldn't stand it anymore, so he came out to cheat. But Wei Miaohua was truly wronged, being bullied by Liu Song and then called a vixen by his wife.

Liu Song stood motionless, quietly scolding, "What did you say? What nonsense are you spouting? Can you lower your voice? Who do you think you're going to eat all day looking so fierce?" Seeing the situation ,

Liu Song knew he wouldn't have a good time going home tonight. He simply walked up to his wife and slapped her across the face. The slap was like a blast, instantly shattering the house. Liu Song's wife screamed, cried, and brandished her claws, hersing like a sow. Knowing he'd be a laughingstock if he didn't leave, Liu Song glared at Wei Miaohua and walked out.

Chapter 94: Drunken Confusion.

Wei Miaohua stood helplessly at the door, staring blankly at the square-faced woman crying uncontrollably. Liu Song's wife saw Liu Song... She stopped crying immediately, wiped her tears with the backs of her hands, glanced sideways at Wei Miaohua, snorted, and turned to leave. Wei Miaohua quickly slammed the door shut. Seeing Wei Miaohua leaning against the door, her eyes filled with tears, Ling Baobao felt a pang of sorrow. Even when this beautiful woman was heartbroken, she was still a sight to behold.

Ling Baobao quietly walked to the dormitory door, watching the lights on the floor gradually go out before gently knocking. Wei Miaohua's voice came from inside: "Who is it?

" Ling Baobao whispered, "It's me, Ling Baobao!"

Wei Miaohua's dormitory door creaked open, revealing her swollen, red eyes that looked pitiful. Ling Baobao entered, his expression overflowing with concern and affection. He asked shyly, "Teacher! Are you alright?"

Wei Miaohua turned around, wiping her face with a towel, and said, "I'm fine!" Ling

Baobao looked at the frail figure, so pitiful and endearing, and longed to rush over and hug her, to let her lean against her not-so-broad shoulders, to give her a safe haven. When Wei Miaohua turned around, her expression had brightened considerably. She asked, "Why didn't you come sooner?"

Ling Baobao awkwardly made up an excuse. Wei Miaohua's smiling face didn't reveal whether she was happy that her lie had been exposed or that she was pleased to see her, even though Wei Miaohua was unaware that she had witnessed everything that had just happened inside. Wei Miaohua said to Ling Baobao, "Come on! Warm up by the stove! It's so cold today!"

Only when Wei Miaohua mentioned the cold did Ling Baobao realize that she had been lurking under the windowsill for so long; she was actually completely frozen, her legs feeling heavy and stiff as lead. Ling Baobao sat down stiffly. Wei Miaohua came over with a plate of oranges, handed them to Ling Baobao, and said, "Try some, I bought them today!"

Ling Baobao declined, saying, "It's too cold, my teeth can't take it!" Unexpectedly

, Wei Miaohua said, "Hehe! I'll teach you a trick, just put it by the stove to warm it, and it'll be fine!"

Ling Baobao didn't take it, but watched Wei Miaohua's fair hands holding the orange by the stove, her hands glowing red in the firelight, looking quite charming. Ling Baobao lowered her head and asked, "Teacher! Are you alright? I saw..."

Before Ling Baobao could finish her question, Wei Miaohua interrupted her, saying directly, "I'm fine!"

Although she said she was fine, her expression immediately turned angry, her eyes losing their previous allure and becoming quite frightening. Wei Miaohua got up and took a glass of red wine from the cabinet, saying to Ling Baobao, "Have you ever drunk this?"

Ling Baobao glanced at the label "dry red wine" and simply replied, "I've definitely drunk wine before, it's sweet!" Ling

Baobao took the glass of wine that Wei Miaohua handed her. It was already filled with wine, red like blood. Wei Miaohua picked it up and said to Ling Baobao, "Baobao, study hard in the future, remember to get into a good school, and never come to places like this after you start working. You'll be bullied

and have nowhere to complain!" Ling Baobao knew that Liu Song must have done something to make Wei Miaohua so listless in class. Ling Baobao didn't answer for the moment, just wanting to see what Wei Miaohua would say next. Wei Miaohua parted her red lips slightly, brought the glass to her lips, and with a tremor in her throat, finished the glass of dry red wine. After drinking it, Wei Miaohua seemed to have taken a hit of opium, suddenly becoming energetic. Looking at Ling Baobao, she smiled, her eyes gleaming with a seductive cold light, and said, "When I first came here, I was bullied. Now that I want to leave, I'm being bullied again!"

Ling Baobao only said one word: "Who?" "

Ling Baobao had barely finished asking her question when Wei Miaohua gave her a questioning look, a look that seemed to be a mixture of resentment and self-reproach. Wei Miaohua calmly watched the flames leaping up and down in the stove, her face flushed red in the firelight. She said, 'Who? Who else? Could there be such a demon in this world? You're still young; you should focus on your studies!'"

Ling Baobao took a sip of the wine in her glass. This wine tasted significantly different from what she had drunk before. The wine she had before was sweet and somewhat like rice wine, but this one tasted like real liquor. One sip left a spicy sensation in her mouth, throat, and stomach. Ling Baobao choked and coughed. Wei Miaohua smiled at her and said, "A little kid is still a little kid; even drinking a little wine makes you cough!"

Ling Baobao clearly felt underestimated by Wei Miaohua, so he stood up, snatched the wine bottle from Wei Miaohua's hand, poured himself a full glass, and downed it in one gulp. Instantly, the burning sensation on his face, mouth, and body became even more pronounced. Ling Baobao knew his face must be as red as a monkey's bottom by now. Wei Miaohua smiled at the young man before him, this stubborn yet somewhat reserved boy. Wei Miaohua said, "Are you crazy? Even if you can drink, you can't drink like that! Besides, you can't drink wine like that!"

Ling Baobao looked at Wei Miaohua and felt his body begin to feel lightheaded. It turned out that drinking a little alcohol was quite comfortable; the feeling after drinking red wine was clearly different from the feeling after drinking white wine. Ling Baobao said excitedly, "Actually, I saw everything that just happened. I really wanted to rush up and shove that bald-headed Liu Song into the latrine pit so he could be with those maggots and piss, and never be seen by us again."

Wei Miaohua calmly looked at the boy with rosy cheeks, feeling an indescribable emotion. Her eyes seemed to moisten for a moment, and she forced a smile as she said to Ling Baobao, "I saw it, I saw what? I saw Liu Song bullying me, I saw Liu Song's wife calling me a vixen!"

Ling Baobao quickly said, "No, I wanted to stand up for you. Really, every time I see Liu Song come to you, I want to tear that bastard to pieces!" Ling

Baobao's tone grew increasingly agitated. Wei Miaohua, watching Ling Baobao's secretly righteous demeanor, felt a mix of amusement and tears.

Wei Miaohua reached out and touched Ling Baobao's face. The flushed cheek twitched immediately. Ling Baobao excitedly grabbed Wei Miaohua's soft hand, the fire ignited by alcohol within him threatening to consume him. He could clearly feel Wei Miaohua trembling. Looking at this lovely woman before him, Ling Baobao's head involuntarily moved closer to Wei Miaohua, habitually bringing his lips to her face. Looking at this flushed young man, Wei Miaohua's eyes were no longer calm. A strange stirring of emotion made him feel a pang of discomfort, the source of which he couldn't pinpoint. He felt he shouldn't be doing this, yet he didn't want to give up.

Ling Baobao's lips met Wei Miaohua's soft, wine-scented red lips, soft and smooth. Ling Baobao was excited... He caressed her red lips, gliding and rubbing them against her, pouring all his love and affection into them. Their bodies maintained a distance; Ling Baobao's tongue remained still, fearing that a more impulsive move might cause offense. Ling Baobao's nose occasionally brushed against Wei Miaohua's, the smooth sensation refreshing. Wei Miaohua, however, seemed quite excited, her heavy breathing filling Ling Baobao's ears. Wei Miaohua's body trembled slightly against the fire. Ling Baobao didn't make any further moves, simply enjoying the sight of her beautiful teacher's restrained excitement. Under the combined influence of Ling Baobao and the alcohol, Wei Miaohua began to relax. She responded to Ling Baobao, offering her lips and responding to hers. Their passionate kisses made soft, hissing sounds, like... Like a mouse in heat, Ling Baobao opened her eyes and looked at Wei Miaohua, who had her eyes closed, without any hesitation. Ling Baobao opened her mouth and slowly extended her tongue, tentatively brushing it across Wei Miaohua's lips. Once Wei Miaohua no longer resisted, Ling Baobao decisively extended her tongue, only to be immediately caught. Wei Miaohua's fragrant lips exuded a delicious and sweet scent. Ling Baobao was overjoyed that Wei Miaohua would be so proactive after she had let go, and she hurriedly and passionately responded. It was like two armies fighting for a high ground, one attacking and capturing it only to have it recaptured by the enemy. Their tongues slowly touched, like sparks beginning to ignite, eventually becoming a formidable blaze. Ling Baobao sucked hard on Wei Miaohua's tongue, moving it like a nimble snake emerging from its hole, causing Wei Miaohua's mouth to churn and saliva to fly everywhere. The soft, wet kissing sounds were like the ignition of the cold, dark night. A burning desire stirred the small room, filling it with a lingering, passionate atmosphere. But Ling Baobao dared only do so; his hand remained nervously and clearly placed below, ignoring Wei Miaohua's trembling body and refusing to make a move. Ling Baobao's tongue entwined with Wei Miaohua's, making soft, smacking sounds, until he saw Wei Miaohua's flushed face. Ling Baobao realized that Wei Miaohua was now experiencing the awakening of desire, and he thought that if he were bold enough to make a move, he could successfully win over this beautiful teacher he had always dreamed of. But his intuition told him that this woman with such strong pride would never give him that opportunity; if he dared to make a move, he would almost certainly be rejected. Sure enough, just as Ling Baobao felt his kissing technique had made Wei Miaohua begin to dazed, Wei Miaohua suddenly sobered up, pulled away from the kiss, and abruptly pushed Ling Baobao away, saying, "Baobao, we can't! We can't! You're still a child!" "

Ling Baobao hates hearing this word the most right now: 'kid,' 'little brat.' If anyone dares to say it to him in the future, he'll make sure they're beaten to a pulp, adults or children alike. But now that it's come out of Wei Miaohua's mouth, he's completely speechless and can only watch helplessly as Wei Miaohua refuses him. Wei Miaohua put down the bottle she was tightly gripping, then snatched it from Ling Baobao's hand, and said softly, 'Let's not drink anymore. Drinking in the middle of the night will make it hard to sleep! You should go back, Baobao!'

Ling Baobao didn't move, but looked at Wei Miaohua who had stood up and continued, 'Baobao! I'm determined to take this postgraduate entrance exam this time, I have to leave this place, I'll find a way to get away from this scoundrel! Baobao! Don't come here as often as possible! Final exams are coming up soon, you have to study hard too!'" Ling Baobao stared blankly at the beautiful woman before her, who seemed somewhat moved, and said, "I don't need to guess to know that Liu Song is deliberately blocking you from taking the postgraduate entrance exam again. But don't worry, I have a way to make Liu Song agree to it, and you don't even need to lift a finger! I can handle him!"

Looking at the charming woman before her, Ling Baobao felt a surge of heroic compassion, but she knew that to deal with Liu Song, she needed to think of a better plan.

Wei Miaohua looked at the boy who was a head taller than her. His face, full of determination and courage, was etched with concern and love for her, and his eyes were filled with tenderness. Wei Miaohua thought that if he were a normal man, even a simple country bumpkin, as long as he loved her, she would love him, cherish him, and treasure him! But he was still a minor, with a bright future ahead of him. Why should she drag him down and destroy him?

Wei Miaohua coldly said to Ling Baobao, "Ling Baobao, don't worry about my affairs, understand?" You've already caused enough trouble, so don't act on your own! Listen to me! Go back to sleep! I'm sleepy, I want to sleep too! Ling Baobao felt she didn't need to say anything more. She only needed to force Liu Song to let Wei Miaohua go to take the postgraduate entrance exam, which would prove everything and demonstrate her words. As Ling Baobao walked out the door, she heard Wei Miaohua's heavy sigh from inside. (

Chapter 95, Dormitory Night Battle

) Ling Baobao hurriedly returned to her dormitory under the cover of night. The dormitory lights were off, and it was pitch black. Her dormitory was quiet, without its usual hustle and bustle. Ling Baobao was very puzzled. She lit a candle and looked at Ma Dali, who was lying on the bed sleeping with his head covered. Li Xiping and Hu Chengwei were also silent. Ling Baobao wanted to tease Ma Dali, so she lifted Ma Dali's blanket. In the dim candlelight, Ling Baobao saw that Ma Dali's face was covered in bruises. Ling Baobao asked in surprise, "Ma Dali, what happened to you?"

Ma Dali remained silent, still pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed. Ling Baobao gently pinched Ma Dali's face, causing him to cry out in pain. He slapped Ling Baobao's arm away and said fiercely, "What are you doing? Don't you know I'm afraid of pain?" Ling

Baobao smiled and said, "Then why are you pretending to be asleep when I ask you something? What happened to your face?"

Looking at Ling Baobao's concerned eyes, Ma Dali gently pulled the blanket over himself and said to Ling Baobao, "It's nothing! I bumped into it!"

Ling Baobao's smile vanished instantly. He glared at Ma Dali and asked, "If you don't say something serious, I might pinch your face!"

Seeing Ling Baobao's angry face, Ma Dali hesitantly explained what had happened. It turned out that just as Ling Baobao got up to go to Teacher Wei Miaohua's dormitory, Ma Dali, having finished evening self-study, was heading to Class 8 to find his chubby girlfriend. However, for some unknown reason, as soon as Ma Dali stepped out of the classroom, he was surrounded and beaten by a group of people waiting outside. Ma Dali, bewildered and unable to do anything, cried out loudly. But the other students, seeing the brawl, immediately shut up. Only Li Xiping and Hu Chengwei, who had just come out of the classroom, saw Ma Dali being attacked by more than a dozen people. The two rushed forward without hesitation, but their combined attack was no match for the beating. Finally, a student with blackened teeth uttered a sentence that snapped Ma Dali out of his daze: "If you dare bully my cousin, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

The three of them returned to their dormitory, bruised and battered. They remained silent the entire way back, and even after Ling Baobao returned, no one spoke; everyone seemed to have fallen into a state of taciturnity.

Upon hearing this, Ling Baobao trembled with anger and asked, "Do you know who hit you?"

Ma Dali nodded and said, "It was those guys from the second year of high school. I know them; it might really be her cousin!"

Ling Baobao asked, "I don't care what happened, but did you bully that girl or not?"

Ma Dali said aggrievedly, "Why would I bully her? I just cursed her angrily, who knew she would tell on me!"

Ling Baobao said fiercely to Li Xiping, "Get up, get up, let's go check out the second-year dormitory." Ma Dali looked at Ling Baobao suspiciously and said ... "We're four people, not as many as the others. We're afraid we'll be at a disadvantage!"

Ling Baobao glanced at Ma Dali and cursed, "You bastard! I'm here to avenge you. If you're not going, just stay in bed and sleep. Don't do anything!"

Ma Dali quickly got up and hurriedly put on his clothes. Hu Chengwei was still rubbing against him silently, saying, "Baobao, are we too few people?"

Ling Baobao asked sternly, "Are you scared too? If you're scared, then don't go!"

Ling Baobao saw Li Xiping quickly put on his clothes without saying a word, and soon he was standing in front of Ling Baobao.

The four of them arrived at the second-year high school floor. Ling Baobao angrily asked Ma Dali, "Do you know which dormitory it is?"

Ma Dali hesitated, looked at the quiet corridor, and said, "I know, it's one of the two middle dorms." Ling Baobao angrily asked, "Which one exactly? Do you even know?"

Ling Baobao slowly walked to one of the dorm rooms and said, "This is the one!"

Ling Baobao confidently walked to the door, pushed it open, and found it unlocked. Inside, she saw four people playing cards by candlelight. Ma Dali immediately recognized the chubby girl's cousin and, hiding behind Ling Baobao, whispered, "It's the one squatting on the chair..." Ling Baobao glanced at the short but muscular students squatting on the chair. Their card-playing fun had been interrupted by four strangers, and they all turned to look at the door, loudly asking, "Who are you looking for?"

Ling Baobao shouted, "You!"

The four suddenly stood up, their eyes warily scanning the four people in front of the door. The shorter cousin seemed to recognize the newcomers and shouted, "What, you've come here for revenge? Come and try if you dare!"

Ling Baobao smiled and asked, "Why did you hit him?"

The girl's cousin said, "Why? Ask him!"

and pointed to Ma Dali behind Ling Baobao.

Ling Baobao calmly said, "I'm asking you right now? Why did you hit someone!"

The girl's cousin, seeing the four menacing-looking people, whispered something to the person next to him. That person got up to leave, but Ling Baobao wouldn't allow him to go out and find help. She stepped in front of him and calmly said, "You can't go out! I said you can't go out!"

The cousin hadn't expected the person standing opposite him to be so arrogant and domineering. He walked up to Ling Baobao and said threateningly, "Think carefully, this is the second-year high school dormitory area, not your first-year dormitory area!"

Ling Baobao didn't speak, but she kicked him, striking him squarely in the stomach. He fell to the ground like a giant winter melon. Ling Baobao instantly pounced like a leopard, sitting on top of him and unleashing a barrage of punches to his face. Li Xiping kicked his cousin so hard he was groaning. Those nearby tried to rush to his aid, but Li Xiping kicked him onto the bed. Ma Dali and Hu Chengwei didn't hesitate; each grabbed a person, and instantly, four pairs of eight people were fighting fiercely in the dormitory. Bowls, basins, and kettles clattered loudly. Ling Baobao straddled her cousin, preventing him from turning over and leaving him no choice but to endure the beating. The person Li Xiping kicked onto the bed tried to get up, but Li Xiping, swift as a tiger, caught up, grabbed his neck, and punched him hard in the stomach. The man tried to half-lie down and use his legs to block the blow, but Li Xiping simply stood between his legs, rendering them useless and leaving him half-lying down to be beaten. Ma Dali's situation was clearly not going smoothly. He had intended to pounce on the man and throw him to the ground, but the man had the same idea. Instead of throwing him down, he ended up being thrown down himself, landing on the floor. Just as the man was about to straddle Ma Dali, Ma Dali cunningly pulled his leg back like a spring and then kicked out with all his might, striking the man squarely in the groin. The man stood there in pain, clutching his groin and groaning. Ma Dali seized the opportunity to get up and kick the man, sending him sprawling to the ground, then straddled him with great ease. Hu Chengwei, on the other hand, was very polite. He had somehow noticed the man he had encountered standing there with his hands behind his back, and the two were even talking. The man said, "If you've got the guts, let me go. Let's fight one-on-one and see who's tougher!"

Hu Chengwei retorted, "Why should I let you go? Why should I fight you? Am I crazy to fight you? We've already figured it out, haven't we?"

Ling Baobao said to the cousin beneath her, "I didn't want to cause trouble, but I can't just stand by and watch my brother get bullied. You're that girl's cousin, and I'm Ma Dali's buddy. You should mind your own business. If they hit or curse each other, that's their problem. Aren't you being a bit too nosy? I'll let you up and we can talk properly. Don't be ungrateful!"

Ling Baobao got up, and her cousin struggled to his feet, swaying as he said to Ling Baobao, "You're ruthless! You've got guts! You dare to come to our dorm and cause trouble!"

Ling Baobao shrugged and said, "I didn't want this either, but now that my buddy's in trouble, I can't just ignore it. They're dating..." "Beating and scolding are normal. Don't think it's anything special. Think about it, if your girlfriend argued with you, and then her cousin came over and beat you up, would you think that's right?"

Ling Baobao calmly took out a cigarette from his pocket, offered one to his cousin, who hesitated for a moment before taking it. Ling Baobao lit it for him, and after taking a deep drag, he said to Ling Baobao, "You're something else, kid. I'm impressed. You get to beat people up all the time, but I get terribly beaten up by you!" "Don't say that," his cousin shrieked. "Look at you, leading a dozen or so men beating up my three brothers. Look at their faces and bodies, all bruised and battered. We're all the same. I'm not saying this to beg for peace, I just hope we can all live in peace. I like making friends, and we became friends through this fight. If you think I, Ling Baobao, am a friend worth having, then let's be friends, what do you say?"

Ling Baobao asked in surprise, "You're Ling Baobao? No wonder Erchui often talks about you!"

"Erchui talks about me?" "

My cousin laughed and said, "Erchui and I were actually in the same year, but I repeated a year because I got sick the year before last. We're from the same village!"

Ling Baobao hurriedly clasped her hands and said, "That would be a huge mistake! Why didn't you say so earlier? Otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out like this!"

My cousin chuckled magnanimously and said, "You're ruthless, kid. Looks like Erchui wasn't lying. If I weren't strong enough, you might have crippled me!"

Ling Baobao got up and brushed the dirt off her cousin, saying, "How about I treat you to dinner tomorrow as an apology?" Her cousin laughed and said, "You're really cunning! Never mind! We'll talk about it when we have time!"

Ling Baobao then asked for her cousin's real name and learned that it was Zhang Liming. Ling Baobao joked, "You really do look a bit like Li Ming, especially your hairstyle!"

Zhang Liming pushed Ling Baobao and laughed, "You're one of the most eloquent people I know!"

Zhang Liming then looked at Ma Dali and said, "You'd better treat my cousin well from now on. If you bully her again, I'll still have to treat you like this!"

Ma Dali laughed and said, "Of course, of course!"

The group chatted late into the night before returning to their dorm. Ma Dali lay on his bed and said to Ling Baobao, "Baobao, you were really something! If we didn't all know each other, I bet Li Ming would be following you from now on!"

Li Xiping chimed in, "Damn it, you got into a fight with that fat guy and everyone got hurt !" "You're really something!"

Hu Chengwei said. "You'd better watch out from now on. They say if you dare to argue again, they'll beat you up again! Haha!"

Ma Dali immediately wilted and said dejectedly, "Why am I so unlucky? I got a girlfriend but fell into a trap. If I say I don't want her anymore, I bet her cousin Zhang Liming will kill me! My God! My God!"

Li Xiping and Hu Chengwei laughed loudly and said breathlessly, "You'd better watch out. Beating you to death would be too good for you. Be careful they don't castrate you and make you an eunuch. Then you won't have the fortune to enjoy life anymore! Hehehehe!"

The four of them laughed and talked until they were enveloped in a noisy and harmonious atmosphere.

The next day, Ling Baobao's mind was completely focused on Liu Song, the bald man in the dark room downstairs in the teaching building. Wei Miaohua was about to take her postgraduate entrance exam, but Liu Song was preventing her from taking it. She had already told Wei Miaohua that she would help her, but Wei Miaohua probably didn't care what help a kid like her could offer. Ling Baobao was determined to find a way to resolve this and make her see her for who she was. She thought about what she and Ma Dali had seen with Liu Song and that woman that day, and realized that Liu Song might have another lover. He seemed to be a cunning man with multiple escape routes, spreading salt everywhere. Ling Baobao felt it was necessary to spend the next few nights behind the dark room, outside Liu Song's office window, to actively uncover some things about him. Although she wouldn't dare say she was plotting to blackmail Liu Song, for Wei Miaohua's happiness, for her postgraduate entrance exam, and for her genuine feelings for her, Ling Baobao felt it was necessary to do this, and she had to do it boldly.

Ling Baobao saw Wei Miaohua in class. Wei Miaohua was still teaching with her usual composure, but when she saw Ling Baobao, a hint of unease appeared on her face—an awkwardness only she could detect. Yet, Wei Miaohua persisted in her engaging and expressive teaching. Ling Baobao liked Wei Miaohua's natural and focused expression while lecturing; he knew he looked forward to English class every day. Until Old Wang called him out.

After the first period of math class, homeroom teacher Old Wang called Ling Baobao out of the classroom. Old Wang looked at Ling Baobao seriously and said, "Your studies haven't been very good lately. What's wrong?"

Before Ling Baobao could answer, Old Wang said, "Your sister doesn't supervise you anymore, doesn't she discipline you?"

As soon as Old Wang finished speaking, Ling Baobao laughed. This Old Wang, though not direct, had already revealed his true intentions

. (Chapter 96: Outwitting Liu Song)

Old Wang was clearly referring to Xiao Min. He hadn't seen Xiao Min for many days and didn't know... "How about it?" Old Wang's words, ostensibly meant to educate Ling Baobao, were actually a way of showing concern for Xiao Min. Ling Baobao pretended to be confused, mumbling and stammering without saying a word. Old Wang shook his head helplessly and said to Ling Baobao resentfully, "You're such a disappointment! If you don't study hard, I'll call your parents if you don't do well on the final exam!"

Ling Baobao knew that Old Wang was actually hoping she would do poorly on the exam, because then he could call her parents and perhaps see Xiao Min, whom he longed for. But Ling Baobao was extremely unwilling. Seeing Xiao Min? No way! I'll do well on the exam and not give you the chance!

Ling Baobao had been constipated for the past few days for some reason. He kept squatting on the toilet but couldn't poop. He was so anxious that he held his breath and strained, but nothing worked. The people around him who were also using the toilet were quite puzzled by Ling Baobao's appearance. It was like he was pulling out a rock when he went to the toilet; it was an eyesore. Ling Baobao continued to groan while smoking, his face turning red, almost reaching out with his hands. Just then, Ma Dali came running over excitedly. Ignoring the students around him who were using the toilet, he squatted down in front of Ling Baobao and said excitedly, "It's coming! It's coming!"

Ling Baobao was straining hard at that moment, his face red and his body in pain. He said, "What's wrong! Humph!"

Ling Baobao was still straining. Ma Dali was so excited that he forgot he was in a toilet. He didn't care about being discreet and laughed at Ling Baobao, "It's so easy! That woman is here again!"

Ling Baobao's spirits lifted. That woman was here again. It seemed like he was in luck. He had an opportunity just when he was thinking of a solution.

It turned out that Ling Baobao knew the only way to help Wei Miaohua was to get Liu Song to submit. However, there weren't many ways to do so, as she was a student and rarely had access to Liu Song's social circle, making it difficult to find fault with him. Therefore, Ling Baobao had no choice but to focus on Liu Song's extramarital affairs. Combining this with her encounter with Liu Song that night with Ma Dali, it seemed Liu Song was having an affair. If she could seize this opportunity, she could take care of Liu Song. Thinking this, Ling Baobao acted immediately, explaining the situation to Ma Dali—not going into too much detail, otherwise the boy would make a huge fuss throughout the school. She hoped they would both observe carefully, like stalking, to see if they could catch the woman coming to find Liu Song again. Unexpectedly, the woman returned so quickly. She needed to find Wei Miaohua, but considering Ma Dali was also there, she couldn't bring herself to speak up. However, she wasn't strong enough to subdue Liu Song either; if he stubbornly denied it, she would be helpless. As the two emerged from the restroom, Ling Baobao saw the chubby monk, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, hurrying towards it, belt in hand. A clever idea struck her. She whispered something to Ma Dali, and the two deliberately bumped into the chubby monk. The chubby monk, unaware of what was wrong, had an upset stomach and had already made several trips to the restroom that day, needing to come every few minutes. He had just started to feel a little better when his stomach began to rumble. Head down, he walked, not expecting the two students to bump into him. He was about to lash out when he saw it was Ling Baobao and Ma Dali, two familiar faces. His cigarette dangling from his mouth prevented him from cursing, so he quickly sidestepped towards the restroom. But Ling Baobao and Ma Dali blocked his way. The chubby monk moved left, Ling Baobao moved left, and the chubby monk moved right. Ling Baobao turned right, which angered the fat monk. He swung his belt-holding hand at Ling Baobao's head, but Ling Baobao leaped away, dodging the blow. He grinned and said, "Master, I have something good to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"

The fat monk, not in the mood for Ling Baobao's nonsense, spat out his cigarette butt, spitting as he pouted, "Get out of the way! I need to use the toilet. If you keep messing around, I'll squeeze your testicles and feed them to the pigs!"

Ling Baobao continued grinning, "I'm serious, it's good news. If you believe me, I'll wait for you here. I'll take you after you're done! It'll be amazing!"

The fat monk watched as Ling Baobao moved aside, glancing back at her with suspicion, but his steps didn't slow as he ran into the toilet. After a while, Fat Monk, with his large belly, reached into his thick black cotton-padded coat and patted his stomach, looking completely comfortable. Only when he saw Ling Baobao and Ma Dali still standing by the roadside waiting for him did he wave to them and ask, "What's up! Speak!"

Ling Baobao grabbed Fat Monk's sleeve and said as she ran, "The show is about to start, we're just waiting for you!"

Fat Monk, looking puzzled, followed Ling Baobao to the back of the dark house. From the pitch-black playground, the sounds of men and women talking could be heard intermittently. Ling Baobao said to Fat Monk, "Let's climb over the wall first!"

Ling Baobao and Ma Dali easily scaled the playground wall like monkeys, but Fat Monk, like a giant elephant, dawdled on the other side, unable to get over. Ling Baobao laughed, "That's all the adults are capable of, not even as good as us!"

Ling Baobao climbed back onto the wall, grabbed Fat Monk's hand, and made him lean over, finally allowing him to slowly climb over. To Ling Baobao's surprise, Liu Song's office was completely dark. What was going on? "That woman didn't come here?" Ling Baobao looked at Ma Dali with a questioning gaze. Ma Dali nervously whispered, "It's true, I really saw that woman come to see Liu Song again! She went into this room!"

Ling Baobao was puzzled. If Ma Dali wasn't mistaken, the woman should be inside the house. Why was the room dark? Just as Ling Baobao was wondering, the door creaked open, and Liu Song walked in. Fat Monk saw Liu Song enter the office and asked in a low voice, puzzled, "Kid, are you trying to steal something?"

Ling Baobao shushed Fat Monk and pointed to the window, meaning, "Take a look first."

Liu Song came in, and unexpectedly, another woman came in through a side door. Ling Baobao recognized her clearly; it was the same woman she had seen that night. Ling Baobao understood. Liu Song had probably kept the office lights off to avoid being discovered, giving the impression that no one was there, and only turned them on when she returned to the office.

Liu Song said, "Didn't you leave? Why are you back? What's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, the woman replied in a coquettish tone, "Oh! My husband called again and said he won't be back for a few more days. I wanted to stay a day longer, so you can keep me company tonight!"

Fat Monk seemed to glean something from their conversation, looking at the two little rascals beside him with astonishment. He hadn't expected these two brats to be so perceptive, even noticing this. Ling Baobao, seeing Fat Monk's surprised gaze, smiled smugly. The group looked inside again.

Liu Song had turned on the electric heater, instantly making the room glow pink and bright. Near the north wall in Liu Song's office was a single bed, and the heat quickly seeped out through the window cracks. Ling Baobao could feel the warmth.

In the steamy room, Liu Song took the initiative to embrace the woman. They sat on the edge of the bed, and Liu Song's lips suddenly pressed against hers. His hands were already on her buttocks, greedily and wickedly fondling and kneading them. The woman felt a jolt, as if electrocuted, a sensation both indescribable and exhilarating. Even the fat monk envied her beautiful face; Ling Baobao saw him drooling as he watched.

Inside, Liu Song kissed the woman's beautiful red lips, making soft, smacking sounds. Seeing his tongue enter her mouth, passionately kissing her tongue, the woman responded fervently, their kisses filled with loud smacking noises. Liu Song's hands, meanwhile, became unrestrained. He rolled over, pinning the woman beneath him. While continuing to kiss her, his hands split into two, one reaching for her breasts, the other for her crotch. When his fingers touched her genitals, the woman trembled and let out a soft moan. The intense stimulation caused Liu Song's tongue to penetrate deeply, entwining with hers in a tender, lingering embrace, leaving her weak all over. Liu Song grasped the woman's breasts, carefully squeezing and kneading them. Their elasticity was remarkable; they were the most elastic breasts he had ever touched. The nipples were incredibly sensitive, hardening in no time. Below, through her woolen trousers, Liu Song accurately located her secret forest, teasing and pressing, reaching its depths. These actions made the woman forget her shame and pride. From slight struggles, she calmly accepted, her body limp as noodles, powerless to resist.

Liu Song indulged his groping desires with both hands. One hand grasped, kneaded, pressed, and rubbed the woman's ball-like breasts, using every provocative technique imaginable. Waves of heat quickly spread throughout the woman's body. His other hand also unceremoniously caressed her buttocks. Sometimes like a gentle breeze, sometimes like a fierce typhoon, sometimes like a rushing flood, sometimes like a slow, gentle stream—this was already unbearable for the woman, but this wasn't the most intense part. His hand, almost inch, slipped into her buttocks, scratching a few times before advancing into her most sensitive spot, attacking with varying degrees of lightness and pressure, speed and slowness. The woman felt a warm flow and quickly pushed Liu Song away. Her shy expression was unforgettable.

The fat monk hadn't expected his two students to lead him to witness such a spectacular performance. He hadn't imagined that Director Liu Song of the Political Education Department would be so bold and charming, daring to have an affair with his lover in his office at this hour, and so brazenly with the lights on. The fat monk's throat was burning, his heart pounding. After all, experiencing it firsthand and watching a spectacle were two different things. Although he and Qiao Jie had similar experiences, seeing someone else's naked body engaged in such stimulating lovemaking right now, standing outside the window, still stirred his heart.

Inside, Liu Song was groping with great enthusiasm, his hands taking full advantage of the woman's body, kneading, grabbing, slapping, and squeezing it like dough, as if trying to crush it. This was truly a man's most adorable toy.

The woman's breathing quickened, her mouth opened, and her tongue became Liu Song's captive. Liu Song played with her tongue and buttocks so passionately and roughly, making the woman lose control. Waves of physical stimulation and tingling sensations surged through her, making her want to cry out. Such a beautiful woman, it would be a waste not to treat her properly. Liu Song quickened his pace, his hands climbing up to the large breasts he had longed for. Her breasts were larger and firmer than Wei Miaohua's, like roly-poly toys, springing back when pressed. Liu Song played with them as if they were precious treasures, unable to put them down. He grasped her nipples, pressing and pinching them with abandon. With such stimulation, it was no wonder her nipples hardened. The woman couldn't take it anymore and began to hum through her nose. Her arms naturally wrapped around Liu Song's neck. Liu Song was flattered and overwhelmed, and worked even harder.

He kissed and caressed her from above, then freed one hand to explore her shallow cleft. In that mysterious valley, he searched, explored, and studied it meticulously, as if he had lost something. As soon as Liu Song released her mouth, she cried out. Looking at the woman, she was far from wild; her face was full of charm, passion, and sexiness, incredibly alluring, like a vibrant rose waiting to be plucked. Liu Song carried the woman to the bed and impatiently removed her outer garment. Her bra was red, stretched taut by her full breasts, some of which were exposed, white as milk. That deep cleavage was boundless with spring, stirring up endless fantasies. Liu Song was incredibly excited; his penis throbbed in his trousers, his mind wandering. Looking at her underwear, it was also red. Where it touched the mysterious forest, a smiling mouth was drawn, playful and cute. The raised mound made the little mouth bulge, as if inviting a kiss. From the crotch, several black hairs peeked out, curling seductively. At the same time, they drew the tentacles of wild imagination to its most alluring part. Such a captivating thing, Liu Song could no longer remain a gentleman. He scanned it from top to bottom: that youthful waist, slender jade legs, plump buttocks, and surging breasts—truly a work of art. And so, his desire erupted like a volcano. The woman squinted, seeing his fiery eyes fixed on her delicate body, and shyly hugged her chest and legs, trying to prevent him from succeeding. This was just a normal reaction, completely ineffective. Liu Song moved closer to her, lay on top of her, and thrust his lower body, feeling the elasticity and softness of her jade-like body. He kissed her face and slipped his fingers inside her bra. The flesh-on-flesh touch was indeed extremely pleasurable. Those two nipples were already proudly erect. Although it was the dead of winter outside, the passion inside was clearly not enough to quell the cold. The three of them stared intently at every movement inside. Ling Baobao noticed drool dripping from Fatty's mouth, forming long, thin lines that almost froze on the floor before Fatty unconsciously slurped it up. Looking at the woman's alluring, voluptuous body and the vibrant, passionate atmosphere inside, Ling Baobao was already aroused. He guessed that Fatty and Ma Dali were also aroused, because their breathing seemed to have stopped

. (Chapter 97: Outwitting Liu Song 2)

Ling Baobao heard the fat monk's heavy, shallow breathing after a long time, like someone who had been submerged underwater surfacing for air. The heavy breathing brushed past her ear. The cold no longer made the three of them flinch; their stares, like drills, were fixed on the room.

They saw Liu Song lower himself, parting the woman's thighs and inserting his own legs, preventing her from closing them. Liu Song saw that smiling mouth again and couldn't help but laugh. The woman cried out, "Don't look there, don't be embarrassing!"

Knowing resistance was futile, she covered her feverish face with her hands. Just as Liu Song was about to put his mouth to hers, the woman cried out, "No, don't kiss me there. I can't take it!"

Saying this, she twisted her waist to avoid him. Liu Song grinned lewdly, a layer of sweat beading on his bald head, making him appear unusually alluring under the bright light of the electric heater. He comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid. If you can't take it, just bite the pillow next to you. If you make too much noise, I reckon the whole school will be alerted."

Liu Song kissed the woman's panties a few times, and her secret forest immediately became warm and moist, mingling with a unique fishy and fragrant scent that assaulted Liu Song's senses. He knew this scent all too well; Wei Miaohua had smelled the same way before. Anything with this alluring, seductive scent could drive him mad. He couldn't stop, and he began kissing it passionately.

The woman and Wei Miaohua were college graduates assigned to the same university, but both had been conquered by Liu Song's despicable methods in bed. However, as time went on, this woman, named Liu Fang, gradually grew to enjoy this extramarital affair. Although she had married last year to a cadre in the county's education bureau, and had resigned from her teaching job to become a full-time housewife in the county, Liu Fang had still managed to maintain the relationship.

Liu Fang was the kind of woman who wasn't particularly beautiful but was very seductive. Her figure wasn't particularly refined, but it possessed a uniquely feminine allure—curvy and shapely in all the right places. Her figure was undeniably alluring, but overall, it appeared rather ordinary, falling far short of Wei Miaohua's.

Liu Song enjoyed this lifestyle. Although Wei Miaohua was currently trying her best to get rid of him, he knew that as long as he held onto her postgraduate entrance exam eligibility, she would eventually have to beg him again, begging him to sleep with her just like she had begged to become a teacher at this school, completing the transaction in bed.

Liu Fang was filled with conflicting emotions. She had been introduced to a man by someone who was an education bureau official, thinking that she could easily marry into a wealthy and comfortable family. However, things turned out quite differently after she got married. Liu Fang's husband was taciturn and reserved, not good with words, and completely lacking in romance. Their sex life was far less fulfilling than it had been with Liu Song. Even now, their sex life was still very monotonous and dull, always ending with the husband's rapid advance, leaving Liu Fang with nothing but sighs and helplessness.

At this moment, Liu Fang's private parts were being kissed, and Liu Song had removed her bra, his hand directly caressing her breasts, attacking from top to bottom. Unable to suppress herself, Liu Fang cried out sweetly and with pleasure, "Director, please spare me! This is driving me crazy!"

Liu Song smugly pinched her large nipple and laughed, "Going crazy is good. That's what makes it fun in bed."

Liu Song raised his wet lips and continued, "Good, my Fangfang, you'll go even crazier in a bit. Then you'll beg me to make you feel good."

Saying this, he pulled down the woman's wet panties. Then he carefully examined the woman's private area. Liu Fang's private parts were exposed, and she was very shy. She groaned, "Don't look, don't look at me there. I don't like people looking at me there. I don't let men see that part of me."

Liu Song smiled and explained, "My dear Fangfang, a woman's thing is meant for men to see, and for men to use. If men didn't touch women, wouldn't humanity perish? Besides, women can't just have this beautiful thing for nothing, right?"

Unexpectedly, the fat monk outside whispered in agreement, "That's absolutely right, a wise saying."

Ling Baobao and Ma Dali glanced at the fat monk in surprise, then looked at each other in confusion before continuing to look inside.

While Liu Song feasted his eyes, he inwardly praised the beauty of Liu Fang's garden. Below her smooth belly, thick black hair extended downwards, forming a deep jungle. Between her plump thighs, hidden by the jungle, a vertical slit was squeezed, pink and rosy, glistening with dewdrops, warm and fragrant. Liu Song happily kissed her, asking, "Fangfang, why do you still smell so good? Do you always bathe with perfume?"

The woman whispered, "I was born this way. You're the first man to know this."

Liu Song laughed, "Then your husband must have been wronged to death, unaware of the beauty of this world!"

The woman sighed, "I've given you everything. My husband only ever wiggles around on me a few times before resting. You don't get the treatment you receive!"

Liu Song laughed, "Then let me pamper you properly, so you'll always remember me."

The woman snorted, "I can't forget you even if I wanted to. Why am I so unlucky?" Liu Song stopped talking, lowered his head, buried it between the alluring girl's legs, licking and sucking, using her juices as a fine beverage. The woman threw aside the only blanket covering her, revealing a round and alluring body to Liu Song. The woman stood up and said, "Don't just take care of me, I have to take good care of you too!" Liu

Song lay flat on his back, and the woman knelt between his legs, supporting his penis with one hand. She lightly swept her tongue across it, sending a shiver through Liu Song's body and exciting his nerves. He breathed a deep, pleasurable sigh, and the woman looked up at him with a seductive smile,

saying, "Today I'll show you what I'm capable of. You won't be able to resist." She then began to lick him earnestly, making loud, slurping sounds. Liu Song breathed slowly and comfortably, afraid that he might ejaculate too soon.

Outside the window, the fat monk was clearly extremely excited, his breathing becoming rapid, as if the woman inside was licking his own penis, not Liu Song's. Ling Baobao was also unable to resist at this moment; she could feel something wet flowing from her lower body. Ling Baobao dared not speak, only able to watch the erotic performance unfolding inside.

The woman inside was unaware and lay beside Liu Song, letting him work on her breasts. The woman's breasts were like two large white steamed buns, with two... Red dates. Not only are they visually appealing, but they also feel wonderful to the touch. Truly a natural beauty. Liu Song wanted to suckle her breasts. He had the woman lie across his head, her hands supporting her on the bed, her breasts swaying precariously near his mouth. Liu Song was overjoyed, taking turns sucking and kissing the two adorable nipples, unable to stop. This caused the woman to moan incessantly, like a babbling brook in her garden. Liu Song then wanted to taste her peaches. The woman, with a mixture of shame and humiliation, squatted on top of Liu Song's head, at this moment offering all her secrets to this man. From Liu Song's perspective, the woman Liu Fang was utterly captivating, far surpassing the beautiful Wei Miaohua. A seductive woman is what makes a man... My beloved, though sometimes a pretty face can easily mislead a man. The woman's buttocks were pleasingly white, her pubic hair slightly parted, like a bud yet to bloom. Liu Song was enjoying the view when a drop of the woman's juices landed on his lips. He licked it with his tongue and exclaimed, "So fragrant!" This made the woman blush uncontrollably. Before she could think of anything else, Liu Song's lips were already on hers, bombarding her intimate area like a carpet bomb, making her tremble all over, like an earthquake, moaning loudly, forgetting all her worries.

The fat monk hadn't expected that this Director Liu was such a master of love. Looking at this seemingly weak and frail person, with a thin body and a bald head, he was actually on the floor... The fat monk couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing he was not only poorly educated but also lacked worldly knowledge. Ling Baobao, however, hadn't expected Liu Song to have such a tactic. This Liu Song seemed to be a master at manipulating women; she wondered how many female teachers he had defiled. Ling Baobao cursed Liu Song as an old beast in her heart, but her eyes couldn't leave the stimulating scene inside. She could only smack her lips and continue watching. Ma Dali's lower body was already soaked, but because there were two people beside him, he dared not make any move, pretending to watch the performance calmly. In reality, his thoughts had already drifted far away, thinking about other girls he liked.

When Ma Dali's thoughts returned to the room, the woman had somehow released her wet, sticky penis from her mouth, and slowly sat down facing him. The penis slid in effortlessly to the hilt. Then, the woman began to ride him like a horse, shouting loudly. Liu Song's penis entered a soft, warm, slippery fleshy cavity—so tight, so comfortable, it made his soul fly away. The woman leaned forward, straddling Liu Song, who lovingly kissed her lips, his hands caressing her back and buttocks, taking full advantage of her. He kissed and caressed her while his lower body moved rapidly. The woman straightened up, clumsily swaying her hips, and Liu Song, enjoying himself, reached out and grabbed her large breasts. His penis slowly thrust upwards, and the woman let out pleasurable moans—moans of joy, of beauty, certainly not of pain. Excited, Liu Song pinched her nipple while thrusting upwards, causing the woman's body to tremble. Waves of pleasure surged through her body like electric shocks. Overwhelmed with excitement, Liu Song felt unsatisfied, so he rolled over, pinning her beneath him and penetrating her deeply. The woman cried out, "Good, good, so comfortable! I want you! You're so amazing!"

Liu Song, clearly wary of the trouble her cries might cause, gently silenced her with a hand. Praised and smug, Liu Song deliberately showed off his skills, continuing his frenzied, powerful thrusts. The woman's cries grew louder, her reactions more intense, her arms tightly wrapped around Liu Song's waist, their expressions incredibly intimate.

At this moment, Ling Baobao pulled the fat monk aside, rubbing her hands together and breathing heavily on them while stamping her feet in place to warm herself up. Ling Baobao said to the fat monk, "Master, let's forget about all the past grievances. I invited you to see this good show today, and you've seen it yourself. I'm just begging you to help me out, considering I helped you before!"

The fat monk was clearly confused by Ling Baobao's words, breathing heavily on his hands and saying, "You're so young, yet you've got so many schemes up your sleeve. What kind of trap are you planning?"

Ling Baobao then briefly explained that Wei Miaohua wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam but was blocked by Liu Song. The fat monk stared blankly at Ling Baobao and asked, "Kid, what do you want me to say?"

Ling Baobao smiled and said, "Just..." "I'm begging you on this. If you agree, I'll buy you cigarettes and alcohol afterwards, how about that?"

Fat Monk said with a serious face, "Don't try to bribe me with small favors. What do you want me to do? I can't do murder or arson!"

Ling Baobao said with a grin, "I just ask that you go into Liu Song's office right now, catch them in the act, and teach Liu Song a lesson for his arrogance, so that he

'll let Wei Miaohua go when he knows what's going on!" Fat Monk wasn't stupid, he just looked extremely honest. He understood Ling Baobao's intentions, but he didn't want to be fooled by a kid. Now Ling Baobao was asking him to catch them in the act, which was obviously a plea for him. But it wouldn't be good for him to go against Liu Song. How could he face people at this school afterward? Fat Monk pondered and hesitated. Ling Baobao, seeing this, was anxious and hurriedly whispered to Fatty Tuo, "Actually, Liu Song used to spy on Qiao Jie and pry into her affairs. You just didn't know!"

These words clearly provoked Fatty Tuo. Seeing Liu Song's lecherous nature and his skill in bed, Fatty Tuo worried that if Qiao Jie were seduced, she would be falling into a fire pit. He also thought of the lustful look in Liu Song's usually small eyes. Fatty Tuo was breathless with anger and said to Ling Baobao, "Fine! I agree, but I have a request!"

Ling Baobao quickly said, "Please tell me quickly, otherwise we'll be in trouble after the performance!"

Fatty Tuo said, "Tonight's events can only be known by the three of us. You two are young and inexperienced; you won't tell anyone, will you?"

Ling Baobao quickly said, "Why would I say such things? Why would I want to cause trouble? I'm afraid Liu Song will cause me trouble! If I dare to tell anyone, may I be struck by lightning! The same goes for the other one." Ling Baobao pointed at Ma Dali. After Ling Baobao finished speaking, Fatty Tuo felt relieved. He got up to climb over the wall, but because he had been bending over for a long time, his hands and feet were stiff with cold. He couldn't get a grip on the wall, so Ling Baobao and Ma Dali, ignoring their own coldness, hurriedly helped Fatty Tuo up so that his hands could reach the top of the wall

. Chapter 98: Outsmarting Liu Song 3

Fatty Tuo was practically a pig climbing a wall. This burly man with a large, fat body finally managed to climb over the wall with difficulty and fell heavily onto the other side of the playground. A moment later, they heard Fatty Tuo knocking on Liu Song's office door. Liu Song was originally on top of a woman, enjoying himself. Startled by the knock, Ling Baobao jumped up from the woman's body in a panic. She was surprised by Liu Song's quick thinking. She noticed his genitals hanging from his waist, swaying back and forth, dark like the club of the black donkey owned by the old cripple in town. Liu Song hurriedly grabbed his clothes from the nearby table and started to put them on. The woman also stood up quickly, her large, white breasts swaying like pockets. Ma Dali licked his lips hard. Ling Baobao gave Ma Dali's crotch a hard squeeze, and he almost cried out.

Liu Song shouted as he dressed, "Who is it?"

The fat monk's voice was loud enough for Ling Baobao, behind the window, to hear clearly.

"It's me," the fat monk replied, sounding rather comical.

Liu Song, still frantically pulling up his pants, asked again, "Who is it?"

The fat monk replied comically once more, "It's me!"

Liu Song got angry and shouted, "I know who you are!" "State your name!"

The fat monk stopped talking. Liu Song watched as the woman hurriedly dressed and stood to the side. He gestured for Liu Song to calmly sit in front of the electric heater. Liu Song ran his hand through the few remaining strands of hair on his bald head, walked to the door, and opened it. Only when a burly figure appeared in front of the door did Liu Song realize it was the cafeteria's head chef. Just as Liu Song was about to speak at the door, the fat monk shoved him aside and walked straight into the room. Liu Song quickly closed the door. The fat monk went to the electric heater and coldly looked at the woman sitting in front of it. Liu Song was annoyed and said angrily, "What do you want? Hurry up and say it! I have a friend waiting to do business here!"

Unexpectedly, the fat monk coldly replied, "Friend? Business? More like a lover. Do you want me to leave quickly so you can go to bed and continue doing business?" Liu

Song's face flushed red, then darkened, then flushed again. A few strands of hair, seemingly out of nowhere, fell onto his forehead and hung on his eyebrows, looking quite comical. Liu Song put his hands on his hips and said to the fat monk, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll sue you! Looks like you don't want to work here anymore!"

The fat monk retorted, "Sue me? Is it me who doesn't want to work here anymore, or you? Last time you embarrassed me in front of the principal and the head of the administration department, you didn't speak up for me and even got the principal to kick me out! You're such a treacherous and disloyal person! Have you forgotten that I still gave you some things? Think about it carefully!"

Liu Song hadn't expected the fat monk to mention the incident where several school leaders dealt with him in the administration department. It turned out that the head of the administration department had personally come to tell him about the incident, and he had no choice but to accept it. Now, he hadn't expected the fat monk to discover his lewd behavior in the office. Whether the fat monk discovered it or not, he couldn't admit it, he absolutely refused to admit it. Having

made up his mind, Liu Song smiled and said, "You!" "You have no idea what situation I was in back then, brother. I had no choice. I know you've been good to me, how could I not know? Now that you're back, brother, I'll take good care of you from now on. Don't worry, you'll get your share of the benefits! You should hurry back, brother will treat you to drinks tomorrow night! How about it?"

Fat Monk clearly knew this was Liu Song's delaying tactic, and still said coldly, "I really have something urgent to discuss with you tonight. If you weren't busy, I wouldn't have bothered you. I only contacted you when you were busy!"

Liu Song feigned surprise, his eyes darting around as he asked, "What's wrong? Tell me. Your business is my business." The fat monk, Taichu, lit a cigarette and sat down directly in front of the electric heater, right next to the woman. The beautiful woman, startled, looked at the burly, rough-looking man beside her and quickly stood up, moving her chair away to sit further back. The fat monk, seemingly oblivious, shone the warm red light of the heater on his face, making him appear unusually ferocious and terrifying from a distance. Liu Song stood angrily beside the fat monk, glaring at the tactless master craftsman, his heart filled with murderous hatred.

The fat monk ignored Liu Song, sitting in his chair like a statue, and coldly said, "I know everything about your affairs, and I've seen it all. You can't hide it from me, can you?" Liu Song looked at the fat monk warming himself by the radiator and angrily said, "Spit it out! Stop playing hide-and-seek with me!"

The fat monk cut to the chase, "Since you say so, you're admitting it, so I won't mince words. Listen carefully, is it you who's holding up Professor Wei Miaohua's postgraduate entrance exam?"

Liu Song was stunned and speechless for a long time. How did this fat monk know about this? Did he have something going on with Wei Miaohua? After thinking for a while, Liu Song calmly said, "This is a school matter. It seems like you, a mere teacher, can't interfere

, can you?" The fat monk coldly replied, "I can interfere if I want to. What can you do to me? I think you should just give her the certificate, and everything will be fine!"

Liu Song immediately understood the fat monk's purpose for coming and coldly... With a laugh, he loudly proclaimed, "You don't need to say anything more, you can leave! This is none of your business!"

The fat monk calmly replied, "We have to get to the bottom of this today. You have to agree, whether you like it or not. Or, I'll go and invite your wife over to discuss it together!"

Hearing this, Liu Song's face turned ashen, like a pig's liver. He coldly said to the fat monk, "You dare to blackmail me? You'd better think it over carefully. If I catch you in the future

, you'll be in for a world of hurt!" The fat monk coldly replied, "I've already taken a picture of your heroic figure in bed today. I dare not say I'll show it off when I'm drunk, but maybe I'll show it off even when I'm not drinking, imitating your virility, hehe!"

Liu Song was like a mad leopard, wanting nothing more than to tear this fat cook to pieces. But facing the burly master chef, Liu Song was currently helpless and could only watch as the master chef trembled before him, like a proud rooster. Liu Song remained defiant, saying, "You think I'll listen to you like this? You're too naive! Let me tell you! No way!"

The fat monk remained calmly seated in front of the electric heater, his dark red face showing no sign of life, even appearing somewhat smug. He said coldly, "I have nothing to lose. Don't you think, if I take these photos to your wife, the principal, and the county officials, who do you think will suffer? And..."

The fat monk got up and went to the bedside, grabbing a pair of embroidered panties from the blanket—clearly women's panties. The woman let out a soft "Ah!", obviously realizing something, and blushed with embarrassment, burying her head between her legs, obscuring her expression. Liu Song, however, was as green as a frog, panting heavily. Liu Song tried to snatch it, but the fat monk easily pushed him away with one hand. Liu Song, like a child, couldn't reach the fat monk's hand raised behind his back.

Liu Song was completely exasperated. He weakly pounded his fists on the ground and said to the fat monk, "You win! You're ruthless! Tell me! What do you want me to do? Just say it!"

The fat monk said casually, "What do you think? Do I need to repeat myself? You're a teacher, how come your brain isn't as sharp as my cook's memory!"

Liu Song endured the fat monk's humiliation. He knew he could only agree weakly for now. He couldn't handle this fat man alone, so he could only agree for now and wait for another chance to deal with him.

Liu Song nodded with feigned willingness and said, "Isn't it just about Wei Miaohua's postgraduate entrance exam? I understand! I'll get the certificate tomorrow! When will you give me the film?"

The fat monk smiled and said, "Get this done first. I need the film depending on your performance!"

The fat monk got up to leave, but Liu Song blocked his way. The fat monk easily pushed Liu Song away with a light swing of his thick arm, and Liu Song floated to the side like a leaf.

Fat Monk strode out of Liu Song's office, leaving Liu Song and the woman standing there, bewildered.

Ling Baobao had watched Fat Monk's performance with great excitement and was very happy. Wei Miaohua's matter was settled just like that; she was so lucky she didn't know what to say. She should buy herself a pack of cigarettes to thank Fat Monk properly. Just as Ling Baobao was about to leave, Ma Dali grabbed her arm and said, "Let's look again!"

Then the woman inside spoke up, angrily asking, "Did you block Wei Miaohua's postgraduate application? Why did you do this? Let her leave if she wants to. Are you reluctant to let her go, or are you afraid you'll feel bad if you don't see her again?"

Her words were full of bitterness and grievance. Liu Song, his bald head drooping, walked to her side and said, "Don't overthink it. I'm just furious. She just leaves like that. I went through so much trouble to get her in here, and now she just wants to leave. What kind of person am I?"

Liu Song portrayed himself as jealous and aggrieved. The woman smiled faintly and said, "I know you too well. Don't try to act in front of me. I..." "I know your nature, always wanting more than you have! If you like me, just get this over with tomorrow and stop bothering her!"

The woman, clearly forgetting what had just happened, started to flirt again. Liu Song, still worried, said, "Now that fatso has the leverage over us! I never expected this! That fatso is not to be underestimated!"

The woman retorted, "You, the director of the political education department, can't even handle a canteen cook?"

Liu Song turned and chuckled, "Look at you! If this gets me stuck, I'll be a useless director! Don't worry, I guarantee I'll get the negatives back, don't worry!"

He then reached out and touched the woman's face a few times.

Instantly, the two resumed their unrestrained actions. Ma Dali whispered repeatedly, "How about that? This Liu Song is a big pervert!"

Ling Baobao chuckled, and the two looked inside.

Liu Song pulled the woman into his arms, letting her sit on his lap. He grasped her large breasts while kissing her tongue, making soft, squeaking sounds. He then engaged in another round of passionate, sensual lovemaking. He clearly lingered on the woman's buttocks, touching and patting them repeatedly, determined to satisfy his craving.

The two shamelessly rolled together again, their bodies creaking on the bed. Suddenly, the woman said, "Let's turn off the light. Leaving it on makes people think you're in your office!"

Liu Song, caught up in the moment, quickly ran naked to the door to turn off the light and hurried back to bed. The red glow of the electric heater illuminated the area around the bed, creating an extremely suggestive and seductive scene. Ling Baobao and Ma Dali couldn't see clearly; their eyes were burning with desire, but all they could see was two red and white bodies intertwined, making soft, suggestive noises. Ling Baobao, feeling it was enough, gently nudged Ma Dali and said, "Let's go back! It's too cold! We've seen enough!"

Ma Dali, however, was still eager. Ling Baobao pinched his waist hard, causing him to reluctantly bend over. The two went to the wall, quickly climbed over the playground, and shivered back to their dormitory.

That night, Ling Baobao had a wet dream. She dreamt that Wei Miaohua, with her bare body exposed, stood in front of her, her large breasts like eager little rabbits. She herself was naked, and the two walked together. Suddenly, Wei Miaohua started dancing in front of her, displaying all the ambiguity, seduction, and temptation. Her lower body was obviously erect, and she blushed deeply. However, Wei Miaohua seemed oblivious until her body slowly approached her. The warm sensation made Ling Baobao feel flustered and panicked. Wei Miaohua grabbed her lower body, and Ling Baobao felt a surge of pleasure. Just as she was about to feel comfortable, her body went limp, and she felt a surge of excitement. Ling Baobao, still in bed, realized she had ejaculated again. She woke up groggily and embarrassed, looking around at her sleeping classmates. She carefully pulled her underwear down to her feet, yawned, and tried to quickly return to her beautiful dream.

The dream vanished without a trace. The next morning, Ma Dali grabbed Ling Baobao and asked mysteriously, "How was your night?"

Ling Baobao asked, "How was what?"

Ma Dali looked around in alarm, then whispered, "You didn't react at all last night, or did you not dream about anything?"

Ling Baobao pretended to be calm and said, "Nothing? What's wrong?" Ma Dali sighed and shook his head vigorously, saying, "That's not right! All I dreamed about last night were scenes we saw, except that disgusting Liu Song wasn't in them, haha! I was the male lead!"

Ling Baobao slapped Ma Dali's butt hard and said, "Did you go crazy from your wet dream?"

Ma Dali still said mysteriously, "I lost control last night, and I left a whole pair of underwear behind!"

Ling Baobao teased Ma Dali, saying, "I didn't know that! You're pretty good! You took care of it yourself! I'm going to spread the word about you!"

Now Ma Dali got anxious and chased after Ling Baobao, saying, "I told you, and you told everyone else! You don't treat me like a brother at all!"

Chapter 99. Forced Sex.

When Liu Song personally delivered the completed certificate to Wei Miaohua the next day, Wei Miaohua could hardly believe it. She covered her mouth, letting out a gasp of disbelief. She wondered what was wrong with Liu Song? Had he suddenly changed his ways or had he finally come to his senses? Wei Miaohua was unsure whether to be happy or confused. Liu Song, of course, could see what Wei Miaohua was thinking. But now that he had given her the certificate, she was leaving to take the postgraduate entrance exam, and he would feel even more lonely! Without even looking at Wei Miaohua's bowed thanks, Liu Song quickly turned and walked away.

Ling Baobao had witnessed the entire incident from the corridor of the teaching building. When Wei Miaohua came upstairs, Ling Baobao approached her and asked with a self-satisfied air, "Did he give it to me?"

Wei Miaohua asked疑惑地问道, "Who gave me what?"

Ling Baobao chuckled, "Teacher, you're pretending not to know!"

Looking at Wei Miaohua's bewildered expression, Ling Baobao said softly, "Liu Song gave you the certificate, you should treat me to a good meal!" Looking at Ling Baobao's smug face, Wei

Miaohua recalled that night when Ling Baobao stubbornly said in the room that he would find a way to solve her postgraduate entrance exam problem. She hadn't expected this kid to actually keep his word and even manage to get the school's political education director so quickly. This kid was quite capable! Wei Miaohua gave Ling Baobao a sweet look and said, "Stop joking around. I'll treat you to a good meal later! Hurry up and go into the classroom, class is starting!" Ling

Baobao listened intently for the entire lesson, her gaze fixed intently on Wei Miaohua. She stared at her watery eyes, her high nose, and her heaving chest. Ling Baobao was practically mesmerized. Ling Baobao's fiery gaze made Wei Miaohua, who was lecturing that day, appear very restrained, far from her usual calm and composed demeanor. She could only turn her body to the side, trying her best to avoid Ling Baobao's burning gaze. The two English lessons left Wei Miaohua flustered, and Ling Baobao's heart was also burning with desire.

Just then, Fatty went to find Sister Qiao. It turned out that after leaving Liu Song's political education office the previous night, Fatty went to find Sister Qiao because he saw Liu Song in the room, indulging in lewd desire with such a provocative woman. Their illicit affair had left him throbbing painfully in his lower body. He stumbled through the darkness to Qiao Jie's door, only to find her inside, refusing to open it. The hurtful words Fatty had spoken to her before still lingered in her mind. She thought, "I eloped with you, yet you treat me like an animal, your outlet for your pent-up desires. You come and vent when you feel like it, then hurl insults at me when you're done." Although Qiao Jie appeared alluring, she still held traditional values, longing to marry and have children while she was still young. But Fatty didn't share her sentiments, maintaining an indifferent attitude that always changed the subject. This deeply saddened Qiao Jie. Sadness and anxiety about the future made her re-examine her choice.

That night, Fat Monk came again. As soon as Qiao Jie heard the knocking, she knew this burly man wanted sex again, wanted women again. Qiao Jie's feelings exploded, her dissatisfaction with Fat Monk instantly reaching its peak. She remained silent, letting Fat Monk pound on the door, making the doorframe rattle and the roof of the house shake. But Qiao Jie lay quietly in bed, as if she heard nothing. Fat Monk spoke witty and sweet words outside, but Qiao Jie simply buried her head in the covers, shutting out the outside world. Fat Monk hadn't expected Sister Qiao to be so cold-hearted and cruel, watching him knock on the door for almost an hour .

He angrily returned to his dormitory, unable to sleep all night, unable to understand what was wrong with this woman! He had to get up early the next morning to cook, so he didn't have time to talk to Sister Qiao until after selling all the food. Only then did he ask the cooks to clean up the kitchen so he could go to Sister Qiao's dormitory. When

Fat Monk arrived at Sister Qiao's dormitory, Sister Qiao had just come out to empty the water from the washbasin. Seeing Fat Monk, she pretended not to see him and walked straight in. Just as she was about to close the door, Fat Monk pushed it open and entered the room. Angrily, Fat Monk asked, "What's wrong with you? You didn't open the door when I knocked last night? And today you want to close the door? What? Don't you recognize me or don't want to talk to me?" "

Qiao Jie didn't speak, letting her long, black hair flow like waves as she sat down in front of the mirror to comb it. Fat Monk walked up behind Qiao Jie. He knew perfectly well why she was angry, but he understood women, especially the woman beneath him. Qiao Jie was a woman who couldn't resist being entangled, easily conquered, easily moved, and easily aroused by passion.

Without thinking twice, Fat Monk suddenly grabbed her from behind and hugged her tightly, pressing his chest against her back. Startled by his sudden embrace, Qiao Jie screamed as if electrocuted:" "Let go, no... in broad daylight..."

Qiao Jie shivered, trying to push away the fat monk's embrace. The fat monk's hands pressed against her warm, full breasts. Through her cotton clothes, he felt the unique softness of a woman, and he became breathless with excitement, gasping for air... inhaling her fragrance. The fat monk found it strange; whenever he smelled Qiao Jie's scent, he felt as excited as if he had taken an aphrodisiac. The fat monk hugged Qiao Jie tightly from behind, whispering, "Last night, how could you bear to make me stand outside for so long? You're so heartless! You have no idea how heartbroken I was!"

Qiao Jie retorted, "Let go of me, what are you doing... let go of me... how can you do this in broad daylight? You just do whatever you want? What am I then?"

The fat monk said, "You're my little darling, my sweetheart! What else could I be!"

During their struggle, Fat Monk spotted a stool nearby and immediately moved towards it. He changed his stance, slipping his arms inside her clothes and pushing up her bra to grasp her large breasts. He felt their round, full shape and elasticity; the sensation was incredibly pleasurable, further fueling his lust. Fat Monk's hands caressed and kneaded her breasts, his already swollen member pressing firmly against Qiao Jie's plump buttocks. She desperately twisted her round, upturned buttocks, her buttocks rubbing violently against his member. Qiao Jie was both angry and ashamed, her face flushed, her mind in turmoil. She struggled violently, panting and moaning, "Oh...no...you're crazy, don't do this in broad daylight...don't do this..."

Fat Monk paid no heed to her words. Stimulated by Qiao Jie's fragrance, his lust intensified, and his right hand suddenly slipped inside her long underwear.

"Oh...no, no...take your hand away..."

Qiao Jie was being caressed from both above and below, feeling incredibly uncomfortable

. She squeezed her legs together to try and stop the fat monk's teasing. Deep down, Qiao Jie couldn't resist the fat monk's advances; her weak defenses seemed utterly vulnerable to him. This was why, after only meeting once by the river near the short-haired man's house, the second time she was pinned down in the grass by the riverbank by the fat monk.

Qiao Jie struggled desperately, but lost her balance. Her body went limp and she leaned back, sitting on a bench. The fat monk pressed her down, pinning her to the bench. He quickly pulled up her long underwear, tension and passion surging through every cell of Qiao Jie's body. In an instant, her shapely, voluptuous, and alluring body was almost completely exposed before the fat monk's eyes.

Qiao Jie blushed deeply, covering her face with one hand and her private area with the other. The fat monk stared at her snow-white body, gently pushing aside her hand. Although she had given birth, her abdomen was flat, fair, and radiant, revealing a high, full, and lush pubic area with sparse, soft, and glossy black pubic hair, and a slender, narrow opening. The fat monk's greedy eyes were fixed on the nearly naked, worried Qiao Jie.

He knew that Qiao Jie couldn't resist his teasing; if he pressed on, she would submit to him as before and stop being angry.

The fat monk pulled the blazing electric heater closer, the scalding heat instantly warming their bodies. Qiao Jie's flesh resembled a roasted duck, emitting an enticing aroma. The fat monk stretched her thighs to the sides, bent down, and spread her legs apart. He pulled her shorts aside, brushed aside the covering of bushy hair, revealing a clearly visible vulva. The fat monk greedily stretched out two fingers and stroked up and down along the tender vulva, rotating and teasing it. A tingling pleasure welled up between Qiao Jie's legs, and her fingers were covered in wetness. "No, don't... Oh... Take your hands out quickly..."

Qiao Jie was already out of control, feeling like she was convulsing with pleasure, her hands gripping the edge of the stool and trembling all over.

The fat monk thought of Liu Song's virility in the room last night and felt very dissatisfied. He was determined to feel that same pleasure himself, so he used his wet tongue to lick her already sticky mysterious area, his fingers still exploring inside her vulva. With each thrust and pull, each touch and press, Qiao Jie could hardly bear such lewd caresses and teasing. Her desire surged, her lower body tingled, and she writhed and gasped. Water gushed from her "water curtain cave," an electric sensation coursing through her body and soul. She began to moan, trembling uncontrollably. Gradually, the fat monk fully inserted his tongue into her "water curtain cave," and Qiao Jie's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with each breath! Her body began to writhe even more seductively, her face flushed crimson. More tidal waves of spring water gushed from her lower body.

"Oh...please stop licking...I...I can't take it...please, please spare me...I can't take it anymore, just hurry up and come! I can't take it anymore..."

Qiao Jie pleaded tremblingly, her body trembling with sweat, her lower body already flowing like a stream!

Fat Monk knew he had successfully aroused Qiao Jie once again. This seductive woman, this woman brimming with desire, made Fat Monk very happy. Qiao Jie was already numb from his flirtatious techniques, her lust ignited. At this point, it didn't matter how he played with her anymore. She gasped, "Oh...don't lick anymore...I can't take it..."

Qiao Jie's cheeks flushed, she had lost her reason, disregarding shame, and involuntarily raised her buttocks, displaying her full, mysterious forest without reservation before Fat Monk.

This time, Fat Monk wasn't in a hurry. Thinking of how she had kept him out for so long last night, he was going to torment her properly now, to see if she would still dare to argue with him! So he hugged her from behind again, his hands slipping under her clothes from below her waist, touching her full breasts! One hand wasn't enough, so his right hand covered her breasts, his index and middle fingers pinching her nipples, feeling them gradually harden. The fat monk's right hand pinched her nipple with varying pressure, causing Qiao Jie's body to tremble more violently and her breathing to become rapid. While touching her breasts with one hand, the fat monk's other hand caressed Qiao Jie's bottom; her buttocks were round and large, and today she was wearing very loose underwear. Then the fat monk's hand moved further down, sliding along her buttocks towards her private area, touching her wetness through her underwear. Her lower body was already wet, and the fat monk's penis pressed firmly against Qiao Jie's buttocks. Her hand naturally rested on my crotch, gently rubbing my erect penis. The fat monk knew she was very aroused, and without a word, he slipped his hand inside her underwear, pulled it aside, and covered her private area with his hand. The fat monk slowly slid his middle and index fingers into her wetness, rubbing and kneading with abandon, making Qiao Jie's lower body make "gurgling" sounds. Provoked by the fat monk, it wasn't long before a large amount of fluid gushed out, soaking one of the fat monk's hands. Qiao Jie's legs tightly gripped his hand, her plump buttocks swaying from side to side. Stimulated by this, the fat monk's penis swelled like an angry lion, thrusting fiercely against her buttocks. It penetrated deep into her buttocks, feeling the mysterious forest Qiao Jie longed for, gently welcoming, rubbing, and teasing her with each thrust. Qiao Jie hated the burly, fat man to the core. Seeing that she couldn't escape his clutches and seduction, she felt a pang of bitterness. However, the physical pleasure he brought surpassed everything else; at least for now, nothing felt more comfortable or wonderful. ( Chapter 100: Forced Sex 2) When Qiao Jie said no, but her body began to respond, the fat man knew he had succeeded. His forceful attack had made this petite yet shapely woman completely give up resistance.

In the fat man's eyes, women were like that; their initial feigned resistance was just to give him a way out. Once that was done, they became even more thirsty and bold than men. Based on this understanding, the fat man completely controlled this woman, keeping her firmly under his control. The time was ripe. The fat monk roughly pulled off the only thing hanging on Qiao Jie's body—her underwear—and ordered her to bend over. He knew Qiao Jie would cooperate perfectly at this moment. Sure enough, Qiao Jie obediently raised her snow-white buttocks and said, "I'm impressed. I don't know what's gotten into you this time, wanting to do this in broad daylight, and from behind no matter what." The fat monk chuckled and said, "Just wait and enjoy yourself! Daytime is good time too. How did you know I wanted to do it from behind?" Qiao Jie said helplessly, "My ex-husband often liked to do it from behind. Do all you men like that? " "From behind?" The fat monk gently stroked Qiao Jie's snow-white buttocks a few times, greedily saying, "Because your buttocks are beautiful, how would you know?" The fat monk spread Qiao Jie's legs apart, his left hand supporting her waist, his right hand pressing against his own member, rubbing it up and down at the entrance of her wet cave. The member was already covered in a lot of spring water, and the thick, long member began to slowly probe upwards towards Qiao Jie's already wet cave. The thick, hard member inserted into Qiao Jie's longing and swollen cave, and Qiao Jie let out a soft cry: "Oh... be gentle..." The member went in, and the fat monk felt a surge of excitement. "Hoo..."

She exhaled, as if letting out a sigh of relief after completing a very difficult task. The water curtain cave was damp, smooth, and warm. Although she was a woman in her thirties, Qiao Jie's lower body was still tight, which was why the fat monk lingered there, enjoying it so much. The fat monk's waist thrust forcefully against Qiao Jie's plump buttocks. She struggled and shook her buttocks, letting out a "humph" through her nose. This feeling made her happy. She shook her buttocks upwards, following the fat monk's powerful thrusts, constantly arching her hips to meet his movements. With each thrust, the flesh on her big, fat buttocks could be seen jiggling back and forth. The feeling was more stimulating than watching any adult video. Qiao Jie also kept letting out cute moans. Qiao Jie's breasts swayed wildly below as she was being thrust into him. She could even see her lower body from below. Qiao Jie knew that this was the most intimate thing between a man and a woman, and once it happened, everything might be resolved. Qiao Jie knew how to enjoy this kind of pleasure. She began to moan slowly and unrestrainedly. Fat Tuo gently lay down, his body pressed tightly against her back, his hands cupping her breasts from below and gently kneading them.

Fat Tuo began to thrust slowly and deliberately, the rhythmic "plop, plop, plop" sounds of his thrusts echoing. Each thrust reached her clitoris. Qiao Jie's buttocks moved in rhythm with Fat Tuo's thrusts. Fat Tuo squatted down slightly and began to thrust rapidly and forcefully. Qiao Jie's buttocks were truly exquisite, exceptionally plump and incredibly elastic. Under the Fat Monk's vigorous thrusts, Qiao Jie began to moan softly. He continued to increase the force, penetrating as deeply as possible with each stroke. Qiao Jie seemed increasingly excited, her cries growing louder and louder. Watching her large, plump buttocks deform from the constant impact, waves of pleasure washed over him, and the Fat Monk couldn't help but let out a low growl. The Fat Monk's rhythmic, repeated thrusts caused more and more fluid to gush out, the overflowing liquid as clear and transparent as saliva, forming a glistening layer, like a face mask. His rod thrust faster and harder into that opening and closing curtain of water, causing Qiao Jie to pant heavily, the overwhelming pleasure making her convulse and spasm. Qiao Jie's mouth was no longer as eloquent as usual, uttering indistinct "Oh...ah...ya." Stimulated by the moans, Fatty Tuo watched this petite woman bending over beneath him, and he could no longer suppress his pleasure. He thrust forcefully, the frequency increasing, while Qiao Jie continued to moan loudly and wantonly. Fatty Tuo couldn't help but moan along with her...

Director Siquan, having nothing to do in the morning, strolled around the cafeteria. Seeing the cooks busy preparing lunch, and not seeing Qiao Jie after his rounds, he left the cafeteria to... He went to check on Qiao Jie's room, but when he got to the window, he could clearly hear heavy breathing coming from inside—no, it was more like a series of pleasurable moans. The mixed moans of a man and a woman made Director Si both embarrassed and curious. He glanced around, and seeing no one, he secretly leaned to the window, trying hard to see what was happening inside. However, the window was completely covered by curtains, leaving no gaps. He could only hang his head in frustration, listening to the pleasurable sounds coming from inside. At this moment, Liu Song also arrived at the cafeteria. He had given Wei Miaohua the certificate she had already prepared that morning, and he wanted to find Fatty to retrieve the photos he had secretly taken. However, Fatty wasn't in the cafeteria, so he decided to check the dormitory building behind the cafeteria to see if Fatty was there. Liu Song spotted Si Quan from afar, his rear end sticking out, peering through a dormitory window. This surprised Liu Song. He knew Si Quan well; although they'd worked together for four or five years, Liu Song harbored a deep resentment towards the head of the Logistics Department. Si Quan was in charge of finances, and Liu Song wondered how much ill-gotten wealth he'd embezzled. Si Quan, however, had never offered him anything as a gesture of goodwill. Of course, Liu Song also knew that if Si Quan kept the principal in check, Si Quan wouldn't care about his position as head of the Political Education Department. Liu Song was fully aware of this situation, but he still had to force a smile and exchange pleasantries when they met.

Looking at Si Quan's nauseating posture, Liu Song found it strange. What was Si Quan eavesdropping on that gave him such a suggestive expression? Liu Song quickly deduced what was going on. Liu Song's clever mind proved useful, just as a comedian once said: "A busy road doesn't grow grass, and a clever head doesn't grow hair." Liu Song had already guessed it was a women's dormitory based on the things hanging on the clothesline in front of the door. Si Quan was probably eavesdropping on women's conversations or something else that would pique his curiosity and interest.

Liu Song quietly approached Si Quan from behind and gave him a hard slap on the back. The slap nearly scared Si Quan out of his wits; his legs went weak. Si Quan turned around and saw it was Liu Song from the Political Education Office. His face immediately showed embarrassment, and he said to Liu Song with a troubled expression, "Old Liu, you're scaring people to death in broad daylight! Shh! Keep your voice down!"

Si Quan's actions piqued Liu Song's curiosity. Liu Song didn't say anything, wanting to hear what Si Quan was eavesdropping on. However, after listening for a while, all he could hear was rustling noises. Si Quan gave Liu Song a disgruntled look, quietly pulled him aside, and said, "What do you want?"

Liu Song certainly couldn't reveal his purpose in looking for Fat Monk, so he said with a smile, "I came here to see some students climbing over the wall to be late or leave early, and I didn't expect to see you! So what brings you here? Perhaps you're thinking about that cook here? Spying on her?"

Liu Song's words were light but full of disdain and teasing. Si Quan also heard the sarcasm in his words and said to Liu Song, "I came here to check on how our school's pigs are doing. I'm afraid they'll escape and startle people!"

Si Quan also had a faint smile on his face as he said this, but it was a clearly contemptuous smile. Liu Song stopped talking to Si Quan. He would deal with someone like Si Quan sooner or later; for now, he'd let him have his fun for a few more days. Just as Liu Song was thinking of what to say to get rid of Si Quan, he saw the door he had been eavesdropping on open, and Fat Monk walked out. Fat Monk came out with a displeased look on his face, vigorously patted his black cotton-padded coat, and looked at Si Quan and Liu Song with great surprise. As the three of them looked at each other in surprise, Qiao Jie, who had dressed up and looked beautiful and colorful, also came out of the house. Liu Song and Si Quan's eyes lit up. This flirtatious and beautiful woman was extremely radiant today. The rising sun shone on her pretty face, as if she had been painted with a layer of bright and dazzling beauty, which was eye-catching. A blush crept across Qiao Jie's face. She glanced awkwardly at the two directors standing at the back of the cafeteria before bowing her head and entering through the small door. Liu Song quickly composed himself, cleared his throat, and said to Si Quan, "If you have something to do, go ahead. I need to talk to the head chef!"

Si Quan looked at Liu Song's serious face and said, "Okay! You're busy!" With Si Quan gone, Liu Song felt much more relaxed. Looking at the fat monk still standing like a pillar in front of the door, Liu Song immediately put on a smiling face and went to greet him.

Liu Song didn't have time to think about Qiao Jie and the fat monk; he needed to deal with his own affairs. He walked over to the fat monk, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and offered it to him, whispering, "Come on, let's talk in your room!" But the fat monk didn't move. He remained standing in front of Qiao Jie's door, saying loudly, "It's cold inside, and the sun is so warm outside. Let's talk in the sun!" Liu

Song gave an awkward smile, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then walked with Fatty Tuo to the back wall of the canteen, where they were bathed in sunlight. Liu Song squinted at Fatty Tuo and said, "I've done what you asked. When are you going to give me my photo?"

Liu Song's pleading eyes pleased the fat monk, but he couldn't very well say he hadn't taken any photos. The fat monk knew that if he admitted to having no photos, Liu Song would immediately turn tail and leave, and would find a way to get back at him. As long as he had leverage over Liu Song, and kept it, Liu Song would continue to respect him, just as he had today. Beneath the fat monk's burly exterior lay a calculating mind. The fat monk feigned anger and said, "Director Liu, to be frank, I'll consider it, but I'll give it to you when I'm in a good mood. Besides, that matter was already part of the favors I needed from you, so even if you help me, I won't give it to you. But don't worry, I've kept the negatives safe in a secure place where no one will find them. I guarantee you won't get into any trouble!" Only

then did Liu Song realize he had truly underestimated this big, fat man who spent all his time in the kitchen and around the stove. Beneath his seemingly honest face lay a vicious malice. Liu Song was furious, his heart pounding with rage. He cursed inwardly: "You bastard, don't let me catch you one day! I'll make you pay! I'll make you suffer ten times, a hundred times worse than me! Damn bastard!" Liu Song was cursing inwardly, but he still had to speak politely: "Look at you, you're so dishonest! We agreed last night that I'd get the job done and you'd give me the photos, and now you're trying to renege and make me a sucker?"

The fat monk patted Liu Song's thin shoulder and said, "Good, my Director Liu, don't worry, I've kept your things safe, nobody knows, don't worry! If you have something to do, hurry up and do your thing! I need to hurry back to the kitchen to cook, otherwise the students won't have lunch!"

The fat monk made a move to walk into the small door of the cafeteria, which made Liu Song feel as if a bucket of excrement had been poured on his face. This bastard dared to play me, he'll get what's coming to him! Liu Song stormed off, coughing so hard that he almost spit a hole in the stone slab beneath his feet. Fat Monk looked at Liu Song's helpless expression and disappointed body, feeling very smug. He had Liu Song and the two directors of the school, Si Quan, in his hands. Despite their reputation as teachers and their extensive education, they were no match for him in cunning. Fat Monk laughed smugly, his face squeezing into a chrysanthemum-like shape. Ling Baobao was really uncomfortable in class. His heart was pounding so hard he couldn't concentrate on the lesson. He was fantasizing about how Wei Miaohua would thank him—would she give him a kiss, a deep hug, and so on, just like after that time she drank? Ling Baobao didn't dare think any further, because the more he thought about it, the more his penis got erect. He realized that the depth of his thoughts and his erection were directly proportional. This surprising discovery led him to spend almost the entire English class verifying his great invention.

1. Chapter 101 Wang Shuheng Reappears

The final exams were approaching, and Ling Baobao was starting to panic. He was falling behind in math, physics, and chemistry and needed to catch up quickly, otherwise he wouldn't be able to report back to his parents. Ling Baobao's suffering is also Ma Dali's suffering. Ma Dali is also having a terrible headache. Several subjects have fallen behind because he hasn't been working hard enough. Ling Baobao did well in the pre-exam quizzes, at least she wasn't at the bottom of the class, but Ma Dali is in a terrible situation, ranking last in every subject, a true loser. Ling Baobao is anxious seeing Ma Dali scratching his head in frustration. The best student among them is Li Xiping. Don't be fooled by Li Xiping's usual carefree behavior with Ling Baobao, he always does well on exams, and a few times he even ranked in the top ten of the class. This makes Hu Chengwei, who is also in Class 6, very puzzled and envious. Hu Chengwei sees that he plays, eats, studies, and sleeps with Li Xiping, but Li Xiping always does well on exams, which makes Hu Chengwei very resentful.

These past few days, the four of them haven't dared to fool around or play around. They've all been diligently reviewing their lessons during evening self-study sessions. But just as Ling Baobao was about to study seriously for a while, a student stood at the classroom door and shouted loudly: "Who is Ling Baobao? Someone is looking for you outside the school gate!"

This student was clearly not from the first year of high school. His lazy and strange emphasis caused the whole class to burst into laughter. Ling Baobao awkwardly stood up, responded, and went downstairs to the school gate to see who was looking for her.

On a cold winter night, the snow hadn't melted yet, making everything sparkle. A bright moon hung in the sky. From afar, Ling Baobao saw a woman wearing a pink scarf standing by a small door on the far east side of the main gate. She was wrapped up very tightly, but based on her eyesight and judgment, Ling Baobao recognized her as Xiao Min. Why was Xiao Min suddenly looking for her? Ling Baobao was still wondering to herself when Xiao Min seemed to see her too, reaching out to wave. The teacher at the gate looked at the woman's anxious behavior with surprise, then at Ling Baobao, who looked like a student, staring at the two like a prison guard, as if afraid they might have some ulterior motive.

When Xiaomin saw Lingbao arrive, she excitedly stomped her feet, as if she wanted to grab Lingbao away. She pulled off the scarf wrapped around her face, revealing her rosy cheeks, and hurriedly whispered, "A friend of yours asked me to see you. He insists you come out tonight!"

Xiaomin's words startled Lingbao. Who was being so mysterious? Why send Xiaomin to tell her instead of coming herself? Lingbao asked somewhat irritably, "Who is it? Why are they acting so high and mighty? Who is it?"

Xiaomin looked around mysteriously and said, "Don't ask anymore. He told me not to say. Hurry up, he's leaving tonight!"

Lingbao became increasingly confused. Who was this? Why does it feel like we're doing something like a secret rendezvous? Ling Baobao's questions remained unanswered, so she hurriedly returned to the teaching building. Fan Huajing looked at Ling Baobao with lingering affection and asked with a tender smile, "Who's looking for you?"

Ling Baobao chuckled, "Mind your own business! Who's looking for you is none of your concern!"

Fan Huajing, however, wasn't angry. She smiled charmingly and said, "It's not a stunning beauty, is it?" Ling Baobao

nodded and smiled, "You guessed right! Congratulations! She really is a stunning beauty! Haha!

" As soon as Ling Baobao finished speaking, Fan Huajing, who had been all smiles, suddenly changed her expression and frowned. She glared at Ling Baobao fiercely, snorted, and turned her head back to reading. She was clearly angry!

Ling Baobao was too lazy to comfort her and said to Ma Dali, "I'm going out in a bit. Pack my things! I'll be back tonight!"

Ma Dali nodded without looking up. It seemed that Ma Dali was already worried about his final exams. Ling Baobao patted the back of Ma Dali's head hard and said, "My poor child!"

Ma Dali slapped away the hand that was grabbing his shoulder and said fiercely, "You beast, let go!"

After evening self-study, Ling Baobao climbed over the back wall of the school, his usual spot, and went to Xiaomin's billiards hall. The billiards hall was bustling with people; some students would come here to play a game or two of billiards after school before going home. Ling Baobao went inside and saw Xiaomin tidying up the billiards table. Bored, Ling Baobao sat down at the table near the entrance. Just then, a small wooden hut in the corner of the billiards hall suddenly opened a crack, and a very faint voice came from inside: "Baobao! Baobao!"

The voice behind Ling Baobao's head sounded very familiar. Ling Baobao turned around and saw a head bobbing in the crack of the door. Curious, Ling Baobao walked to the small wooden door and gently pushed it open. Under the dim light of a bulb, a bald head appeared, the pale face full of joy and surprise. The slender neck stretched back and forth like a chicken's, and the person seemed a little restrained due to excitement. Ling Baobao saw it clearly; it was none other than Wang Shuheng.

Ling Baobao's eyes widened in disbelief. She made squeaking noises but couldn't say anything. She hugged Wang Shuheng tightly. Looking at her good friend, whose face was noticeably thinner, Wang Shuheng's eyes were also filled with tears. Before he could speak, tears had already streamed down his face. In the dead of winter, Wang Shuheng still had a shiny bald head and wore a very old blue cotton coat. The two of them talked excitedly in the room for a long time. After listening to Wang Shuheng's story, Ling Baobao felt a mix of emotions. Wang Shuheng was quite strong. He had actually managed to endure hardship and finally escape, just like Goujian in history. Ling Baobao planned to invite Li Xiping and a few others out for a meal and drinks, but Wang Shuheng flatly refused, saying calmly, "I have to leave later. I'm going home to visit my mother, and then I'll head south!"

Ling Baobao insisted on inviting Wang Shuheng to dinner, but he still firmly refused. Looking at the noticeably thinner Wang Shuheng, Ling Baobao didn't know what to say to comfort him. Wang Shuheng, however, didn't seem too upset, smiling magnanimously and saying, "You're quite something, getting involved with this billiards hall owner." Ling Baobao was surprised how Wang Shuheng knew, especially since even Ma Dali and Li Xiping, who were right beside her, didn't know. Ling Baobao didn't want to ask Wang Shuheng how he knew; she just wanted to talk to him about his future plans. Wang Shuheng seemed quite optimistic about the future, a stark contrast to the Wang Shuheng who had previously been obsessed with revenge and gone to extremes. Ling Baobao wanted to ask him what was going on, but her intuition told her that asking now was pointless. After a while, the pool hall gradually emptied out. Xiaomin finished tidying up the pool tables and turned off the main lights in the hall. Xiaomin went to the small wooden hut and said to Ling Baobao, "When I asked you to come out, you looked so reluctant!"

Ling Baobao smiled and explained, "I wasn't reluctant, it's just that you made it sound so mysterious, it scared me!"

Ling Baobao and Wang Shuheng talked for a short while, and then Wang Shuheng got up to go home. Ling Baobao asked, "It's so dark and cold, how are you going to get home?"

Wang Shuheng smiled and said, "Don't worry about it! I have a way!"

Wang Shuheng got up to leave, and Ling Baobao patted her good friend whom she had known since high school, took out the only ten yuan she had and said to Wang Shuheng, "Brother, take this!"

Then she said to Xiaomin, "Lend me some money, I'll pay you back in a few days." "!"

Xiaomin pouted and said resentfully, "I want you to pay me back!"

She pulled a handful of one- and five-yuan bills from her pocket and shoved them into Ling Baobao's hand. Ling Baobao immediately recognized them as money for playing pool. He picked out a five-yuan bill and stuffed it into Wang Shuheng's hand, saying, "Brother, keep these! Be careful when you're out there!"

Wang Shuheng tried to refuse, but seeing Ling Baobao's firm stance, tears welled up in his eyes again. He patted Ling Baobao's shoulder hard and said, "Brother, I'll remember your kindness for the rest of my life! I, Wang Shuheng, will definitely repay you!"

Ling Baobao wanted to say something more, but then he saw Wang Shuheng leap into the dark night, gradually disappearing into the thick fog shrouded in cold air.

Looking in the direction Wang Shuheng disappeared, Ling Baobao thought of the good old days when the brothers played together, and felt a pang of sadness.

Xiao Min patted Ling Baobao's shoulder at just the right moment and said, "Come inside! It's cold outside!"

A roaring fire was burning in the center of the room. Ling Baobao sat down beside the fire, and Xiao Min asked, "Is he your friend?"

Ling Baobao nodded, "Yes!"

Xiao Min then asked, "How did he know I know you? And why did he ask me to find you?"

Ling Baobao was also puzzled as to how Wang Shuheng knew about her and Xiao Min's relationship, but there were no answers now. She could only wait and see if they met again someday. Thinking back on what Wang Shuheng had told her, Ling Baobao was amazed and impressed. She hadn't expected Wang Shuheng to be so strong and resilient.

It turned out that after Wang Shuheng held Wu Dingtian hostage at knifepoint that night, he was arrested by the police and brought to the station in handcuffs overnight. Inside the station, Wang Shuheng's series of strange smiles made the two veteran police officers interrogating him very uncomfortable. They knew a little about Wang Shuheng, but they never expected this kid to be capable of such a big thing. The two officers tried to get some information from him, but were stopped by Wang Shuheng's bizarre behavior. He would mutter to himself, stare blankly, gesticulate wildly and spout nonsense, and he would occasionally... The convulsions, like a seizure, shocked the two veteran police officers interrogating him. They initially suspected the young man was experiencing occasional bouts of madness and immediately called the village head of Wang Shuheng's village. The village head stated unequivocally on the phone, "That kid went mad a long time ago. He went mad after his father fell to his death in the well." The police then ceased their investigation and reported directly to their chief. Upon learning the whole story, the chief, feeling sorry for the young man, sent him directly to a mental hospital and didn't pursue the matter further. In truth, Wu Dingtian wasn't injured at all. With the bureau chief's intervention, Wu Dingtian's parents didn't pursue the matter further. Wang Shuheng, however, was sent to a mental hospital. It turned out that all of this was Wang Shuheng's scheme. This Wang Shuheng actually harbored deep hatred for Wu Dingtian, so much so that he almost chopped Wu Dingtian up with a kitchen knife like a fish head. He devised a whole plan: first, he feigned madness, making the villagers believe he was insane, then he took the opportunity to go to the school, intending to teach Wu Dingtian a lesson. But the police discovered him so quickly. He had no choice but to continue feigning madness, even with his best friend Ling Baobao trying to dissuade him. He couldn't afford to give himself away. This continued until he was sent to the mental hospital. Every day, Wang Shuheng tried to find a way to escape this awful place. He would pretend to take the medication prescribed by his doctor and then force himself to vomit it out. He persisted like this for several months, finally finding a loophole in the doctor's shift change at the mental hospital, and successfully escaped.

Xiaomin couldn't believe that the skinny boy from before could do such a thing. Looking at Lingbao with disbelief, she said, "Won't he implicate us if he really runs away like this?"

Lingbao looked up and comforted her, "He's so thoughtful and cautious. He must have planned this all along. Even if we catch him, he won't lie! I believe him!"

Xiaomin sighed and looked at Lingbao, saying, "You're really something. If your friend hadn't contacted you, I doubt you would have come to see me!"

Xiaomin's voice wasn't as sweet as Qiaojie's, but Lingbao could hear the bitterness and grievance in her words. Besides, Xiaomin wasn't the type to be clingy. Lingbao laughed and said, "Look at what you're saying, as if I'm being unfair. But I'm sitting right in front of you now!"

Lingbao always felt that women were sometimes very simple and innocent, as simple as asking a simple question like "What does one plus one equal?", as innocent as kindergarten children. Xiaomin is a very individualistic woman. She's managed to single-handedly run this large billiard hall all this time; her strength is something other women lack. However, once she's in front of the boy she likes, she becomes less assertive and rational.

Xiaomin moved a stool over and sat down next to Ling Baobao. The blazing fire roasted them both, making Ling Baobao's face burn like it was being pricked with needles. What he found most unbearable was Xiaomin's scent—or rather, her fragrance. The intense heat permeated the entire cabin with this scent, a fragrance so irresistible, so unforgettable. Ling Baobao leaned closer to Xiaomin.

2. Chapter 102 Unstoppable Charm

Ling Baobao had initially been restrained, but now, being with Xiao Min, a woman with a seductive appearance, alone on a cold winter night, huddled around a warm fireplace, even Ling Baobao's heart, which wasn't as resolute as an adult's, began to tremble. This woman was her nemesis, like a black hole; getting close to her meant there was a 99% chance of being sucked in. Sitting with Xiao Min around the fireplace, Ling Baobao suddenly thought of the spying behind the dark room in the political education office, and how Liu Song, that wolf-like man, had tormented and played with that woman on the cramped bed in the office. Ling Baobao didn't know what was wrong with her mind; for the past few days, the scene she had witnessed that night kept replaying in her head. This scene was like opium, addictive, making her think back to it all the time.

Ling Baobao saw Xiao Min's face shimmering in the firelight, and her heart pounded. To ease the stuffy atmosphere, Xiao Min suddenly reached inside Ling Baobao's clothes to tickle her. Caught off guard, Ling Baobao flinched. She said to Xiao Min, "Actually, I'm not ticklish, I just wasn't prepared!"

Then, no matter how much Xiao Min tickled, Ling Baobao wasn't bothered anymore. Xiao Min pretended to be angry, raising her arms to reveal her armpits, saying, "I'm not ticklish either, why don't you try tickling me!"

Ling Baobao hesitated. Although they were quite familiar with each other, seeing Xiao Min's stubborn expression, she gently tickled her a few times. Sure enough, Xiao Min didn't laugh, but her lips were crooked, clearly a forced smile.

Xiaomin said, "Other women say that as women get older, the flesh on their legs gets loose, but mine doesn't. Feel it!"

Xiaomin's words made Ling Baobao's heart pound even harder. Xiaomin was clearly seducing him, enticing him to continue his "crime." Xiaomin's face seemed unusually relaxed; only a slight smile at the corner of her mouth revealed her deliberate seduction, deliberately radiating restless desire. Her smile was full of provocation and ambiguity. Ling Baobao didn't object and followed Xiaomin's script. Ling Baobao gently rubbed Xiaomin's thighs, which were clad in tight thermal underwear, a few times. Xiaomin's body trembled as if electrocuted. Having not seen her for almost two weeks, he hadn't expected Xiaomin to be so eager. Ling Baobao was actually incredibly happy inside, but his face maintained a composure rarely seen in young men. The fire flickered, illuminating the entire room with a bright red glow. The ambiguous atmosphere seemed to permeate their pores like poison, and their passion erupted in an instant.

At this moment, Xiaomin said, "Can you even feel it like this? I'll take off my pants and you can feel it then!"

Ling Baobao was a man of passion, masculinity, intelligence, and impulsiveness. Xiaomin's words were like igniting a fire in his eyes. Xiaomin stood up, her large buttocks facing Ling Baobao. She bent over, sticking out her buttocks, spreading her legs, and gently pulled down her tight pants with both hands, revealing two fair and tender thighs. Ling Baobao's little brother immediately sprang to life like a firecracker, his lower body instantly erect. Ling Baobao couldn't resist reaching out and gently tracing the surface of Xiaomin's fair thigh, slowly moving upwards until she reached Xiaomin's private area. Xiaomin was wearing white lace panties, and a few pubic hairs were peeking out from the slightly protruding area. Ling Baobao was very excited, gently stroking it with her fingers. Just then, Xiaomin's body suddenly trembled, and she said something in a coquettish voice, seemingly very excited. She suddenly squeezed her legs together and slapped Ling Baobao's hand away, saying, "You little pervert, I told you to touch my thigh, where are you touching? Don't touch me randomly! If you touch the wrong place, I'll eat you up!" Ling Baobao couldn't take it anymore. This woman was his nemesis! He didn't care anymore, he didn't care who it was, he just wanted to bring it on, let the storm rage on! Without saying a word, Ling Baobao grabbed Xiaomin and frantically pushed his tongue into her mouth, not caring about anything else, he was going to die from pleasure! Their lips were pressed tightly together. Xiaomin didn't hold back, greedily sucking on Ling Baobao, her tongue thrusting forcefully into his mouth as if trying to lick every corner, every inch of his skin. Saliva mingled with their tongues, creating waves of passion. They ate each other's saliva, swallowing each other's, as if even the most delicious food couldn't compare to the saliva between these two lovers. The sounds of swallowing, the smacking of their intertwined tongues, and the flickering reflections of the flames on the walls of the room filled the small wooden cabin with an atmosphere of rampant desire, overflowing with an ambiguous, stimulating atmosphere.

Xiaomin was truly formidable when she was going wild, especially since her kissing and lovemaking had left such a deep impression on Ling Baobao. Xiaomin's body was like a damp firecracker; once ignited, it truly set them ablaze with desire, making them feel as if they were experiencing a battle no less intense than war.

Ling Baobao's first experience with Xiaomin's wet kiss was so enchanting. His own aggressive tongue was pushed back by Xiaomin, who then suddenly slipped into his mouth. That hot, slippery tongue pried open his teeth, roaming freely inside, searching for and intertwining with his own. Ling Baobao was too lazy to think about anything else; only a passionate response could make the most of this beautiful moment and such a moving scene. Ling Baobao carefully removed his large mouth from Xiaomin's cherry-like lips, licking down her ear, neck, and finally to her breasts. Xiaomin's full breasts were already very firm. Although she had been married and had children, her breasts were a uniform pink, and they felt wonderful to touch. Ling Baobao couldn't get enough of them; his mouth diligently sucked, licked, circled, and gently bit them, causing Xiaomin's body to tremble uncontrollably.

Ling Baobao got up and carried Xiao Min to the bed. Xiao Min was unwilling to be played with by Ling Baobao like this. She wanted to resist, but he knelt on the bed and reached out to pull the trembling, angry rod from the umbrella that Ling Baobao had opened. He put it in his mouth and sucked on it greedily. Waves of soft sensations spread from the tip of the rod to Ling Baobao's whole body. Ling Baobao couldn't stand any longer and lay down on the bed on his side. Xiao Min was still sucking desperately beneath him. Ling Baobao couldn't resist turning Xiao Min's body around, forming a six-nine position with her. Ling Baobao was on top, licking and sucking Xiao Min's private parts incessantly. Xiao Min below was excitedly writhing and twisting, seemingly forgetting to serve Ling Baobao's penis. She let out low moans. After a while, Ling Baobao lay down, still in a six-nine position with her head and feet touching, but this time Xiao Min was on top. Xiao Min almost swallowed Ling Baobao's entire penis. Ling Baobao could clearly feel her throat enveloping the tip of his penis, and then she almost vomited. This repeated itself. Ling Baobao below was also trying hard to lick Xiao Min's wetness, sucking her nectar, but by this time Xiao Min was already overflowing with desire, getting Ling Baobao's face covered in it. Xiaomin trembled violently as Ling Baobao licked her. Her mouth had already left the rod, and she couldn't help but cry out. Then her whole body tensed up, her legs stretched out forcefully, and her entire private area pressed tightly against Ling Baobao's face, making it hard for him to breathe. She lay limply on Ling Baobao, one hand still gripping the angry rod, frozen there, her legs tightly clamped together, clearly exhausted. Ling Baobao rolled over and put her down, turning his head to press her down, gently biting her earlobe, teasing her nipples. Xiaomin slowly began to breathe heavily in Ling Baobao's ear again. Below Xiaomin's flat stomach was a captivating black forest, the grass and branches still adorned with glistening dewdrops, like honey attracting Ling Baobao, the male bee. Looking down, on her firm, white legs were a pair of crystal-clear, beautiful feet, ten playful toes trembling constantly, showing their owner's tension. Ling Baobao, engrossed in the sight, quickly stripped off her clothes, jumped onto the bed, and eagerly devoured a steamed bun. One hand caressed her other side, while the other guided her penis slowly towards its destination. Ling Baobao clearly felt her penis reach a warm, moist spot. She released her grip and gently thrust her hips, and her penis eagerly slid in, as if returning to the womb, moving excitedly around. The surrounding flesh walls, like welcoming a wanderer home, offered a warm welcome, constantly rubbing against her penis. Ling Baobao thrust even harder, repeatedly making her penis churn and surge, going in and out deeply and shallowly, giving Xiao Min a different kind of sensation. Meanwhile, Ling Baobao used his thick tongue to wrap around Xiao Min's fragrant tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, tightly clamping Xiao Xue's fragrant tongue and sucking it incessantly. Xiao Min was not to be outdone, her delicate body pressing against Ling Baobao's, her fragrant saliva seeping into my mouth along her tongue. The intimate state of their intercourse further stimulated their desires. Xiao Min's soft breasts pressed tightly against Ling Baobao's chest, and Ling Baobao thrust his hips upwards, trying to push his penis towards Xiao Min's body. Xiao Min sat up again, spreading her legs as if riding a galloping horse, their lower bodies pressed even closer together. Ling Baobao continued to thrust, pushing Xiao Min to another climax. A warm feeling in the water curtain cave made Ling Baobao feel like he needed to urinate. Xiao Min sat for a while and then climbed down again. Ling Baobao hoped that Xiao Min could sit up, but she seemed to have little strength. So she pressed down on Ling Baobao, grinding her pubic hair against him relentlessly, until Ling Baobao's lower body ached a little. But Xiao Min enjoyed it. Soon, she trembled again, gripping Ling Baobao tightly, her whole body tense – she'd probably had another orgasm. Ling Baobao thought of the many scenes in the video, so he had Xiao Min doggy-style and entered her from behind. Xiao Min couldn't hold on any longer; her buttocks were raised, and her upper body was already on the bed. Ling Baobao continued thrusting from behind, Xiao Min's legs clamped together. Soon, that tingling sensation returned. Ling Baobao was tired too, so he sat down to let them rest. Xiao Min turned her head to look at Ling Baobao and smiled with satisfaction, "I really didn't know you were better than an adult!"

Ling Baobao knew whether this was a compliment or mockery. Ling Baobao recalled Liu Song's performance in the dark room. Finding the normal position unsatisfying, she lifted Xiaomin's legs and placed them on her shoulders. With each forceful thrust, the sound of their abdomens and buttocks colliding grew louder, and Xiaomin's trembling intensified. Ling Baobao leaned forward, controlling the depth of her penetration, using the "nine shallow, one deep" technique described in erotic novels to control her rhythm, trying to avoid premature ejaculation. Ling Baobao felt like a genius; she had experimented with and mastered so many adult techniques, a fusion of Eastern and Western methods. Ling Baobao used her superior skills to perform various movements, giving Xiaomin sensations she had never experienced before. Xiaomin's frenzy fueled Ling Baobao's frenzy; she realized that sex could be so pleasurable. Ling Baobao's powerful thrusts put immense pressure on Xiaomin. Never having experienced such intense sex before, Xiaomin fainted amidst high-pitched moans. With each thrust, Xiaomin's moans became increasingly ecstatic. As Ling Baobao continued his movements, Xiaomin involuntarily let out sounds she usually found shameful. Under the multiple stimulations, Xiaomin quickly reached orgasm, and Ling Baobao also ejaculated. She took her pajamas and placed them underneath, and they lay there embracing each other. Although the weather was cold, they were both covered in sweat. With satisfied expressions, they lay there quietly, savoring the silence of the room. Neither of them wanted to make a sound, afraid of breaking the delicate moment.

After a while, Ling Baobao suddenly sat up as if she had remembered something and said, "Just now... I didn't ejaculate outside, I ejaculated inside. You won't get pregnant, will you? You won't give birth to a little baby, will you?"

Seeing Ling Baobao's nervous expression, Xiao Min sat up and put her hand on Ling Baobao's shoulder as if to comfort her, and said softly, "How could that be? Don't think nonsense. I have medicine here, just take one and you'll be fine!"

Ling Baobao felt a little relieved, afraid that she had caused trouble in a moment of impulsiveness. Who knew that before Ling Baobao's college entrance examination, she would eventually learn a shocking thing. Of course, although she was not scared to death in the end, she was still scared when she thought about it. This is a story for later, so please stay tuned.

3. Chapter 103 The Adultery Case is Exposed

When Ling Baobao left Xiao Min's warm, cozy and ambiguous little wooden house, Xiao Min was obviously still not recovered. Xiao Min repeatedly asked Ling Baobao to stay the night with her, but Ling Baobao insisted on returning to his dormitory, which angered Xiao Min, who was almost ten years older than him. This stubborn boy evoked mixed feelings of love and hate in Xiao Min's heart. She enjoyed the joy and freedom of being with him, far better than her married life in the mountains. However, this boy she loved also possessed personality traits that her previous men lacked, such as stubbornness, toughness, cunning, and a natural womanizer. He was a wild horse she clearly couldn't tame forever. Although he seemed amiable now, she knew she wouldn't be able to control him in the long run. Xiao Min was filled with contradictions. She possessed the delicate charm and gentleness of a woman who depended on a man, but she couldn't find the reliable support in this boy.

Ling Baobao left, and Xiao Min sighed inwardly. The fire still burned in the empty room, but where was the person who would keep her company in bed?

Ling Baobao left and returned to the school dormitory after midnight. The dormitory was unusually lively. Ma Dali, seeing the bustling scene, asked, "What's all the fuss about? Why aren't you guys asleep? Are you waiting for me?"

Ma Dali sat up on the bed and said to Ling Baobao, "Something happened today that's made headlines throughout the school. Everyone knows about it, except you, right?"

Ling Baobao took off her clothes and got into bed, asking, "What could I not know? Unless you did something bad again, or you stole that girl's underwear and touched her butt again?"

Ma Dali was so angry his mouth twisted. He scratched his head vigorously, his eyes blazing with anger, and said, "Baobao! What kind of person are you! All you do is tease me! Do you think I, Ma Dali, am that tasteless?"

Ling Baobao laughed and asked, "Everyone, raise your hands and vote! Tell me if you, Ma Dali, are such a tasteless person! If the vote is yes, then you're punished by having to buy everyone's food and bring it back to the dorm tomorrow morning so we can sleep in!"

Ling Baobao raised her hand, and Li Xiping and Hu Chengwei also raised their hands one after the other. Li Xiping laughed and said, "How about it? Four people, three to one, just admit it! You've done it before, we're all friends! We know your dirty secrets without you even saying them!"

Hu Chengwei added fuel to the fire, "Alright! No need to get up early tomorrow morning, it's so great to buy food and eat it in the dorm, don't you think?"

Ma Dali, however, was no longer angry at this moment, and laughed as he cursed, "You bunch of ingrates, I've finally seen through you. If I accidentally fell into the poop..." "You guys probably won't pull me out of that pit, you'll just have to squat there and take another shit!"

Ma Dali continued, "Okay! I'll get up early tomorrow morning and buy you food, but whatever it is, you have to eat it, even if it's shit, how about that? Am I being nice enough?" Li Xiping laughed and said, "Great! Ma Dali, if you really dare to take a shit in your lunchbox, I'll eat him!" Ling Baobao laughed and said, "Xiping, stop it, don't provoke Ma Dali anymore. If you provoke him again, and he really takes a shit in his lunchbox, do you think you'll eat it or not? What I'm worried about is that if I take the lunchbox, Ma Dali will probably keep using it, wash it, and then use it to get more food. Do you believe me? If I really take that lunchbox..." "Throw it away? He'd be crying to you, covered in snot! Hahaha!"

Ma Dali laughed as he climbed onto Ling Baobao's bed, saying fiercely, "Baobao, you're really mean! What did you do there without reporting to us? You come back and immediately start a civil war within the Party! That's not fair! Seriously, they both know, but I know you don't. I'll give you a little lesson, no charge!" Ling Baobao teased, "Even if you tell me the most eloquent things, I don't care!" Seeing he couldn't get anything out of Ling Baobao, Ma Dali turned to go back to his bed, but Ling Baobao grabbed him, saying, "Since you've come all this way, don't leave! Tell me

..."

"Finish before you leave!"

Ma Dali immediately laughed and scolded, "Baby! You're really cunning!"

Ma Dali continued, "After you left for evening self-study, you didn't know that a group of people suddenly rushed over at the entrance of the first floor of the teaching building. You probably didn't see it. This group of people asked everyone they met, 'Who is Gao Xiang? Which bastard is Gao Xiang?' The students who had just finished school were so scared that they all pointed upstairs and said that Gao Xiang was upstairs and hadn't come down yet. Of course, this was what Gao Xiang's classmates said. So this group of people went upstairs. Just then, Gao Xiang came downstairs. So, when this group of people saw Gao Xiang, they were very angry and dragged Gao Xiang to the lobby of the teaching building on the first floor. They said to the students who were watching, 'This bastard got my sister pregnant. He's so young and does nothing but do this? Does he even want to live?'" "

I happened to be going downstairs when I saw this guy named Gao Xiang pleading with a shifty look on his face, 'I'm not human. I did sleep with your sister, but...'

Gao Xiang didn't finish his sentence. At this moment, the leader said angrily, 'It's good that you admitted it. There's no need to say anything else. Let's go! To the police station! I'm going to accuse you of rape! Raping my sister!'"

The students watching in the hall erupted in gasps and exclamations. " Rape is a serious crime! It would be so embarrassing if he were actually charged! Baby, guess what Gao Xiang did?" Ling Baobao asked lazily, "What did he do?"

Ma Dali boasted, "That kid Gao Xiang actually wet his pants because of those words! Haha! I was wondering why his feet were getting so wet, and then I realized he'd wet his pants! Haha! The leader was about to drag Gao Xiang to the county police station when Liu Song came over with several young teachers, loudly demanding an explanation. The leader said, 'This kid raped my sister!' Liu Song looked at the angry young man and said, 'Don't keep saying "rape, rape!" I heard you shouting from afar. Do you have any evidence that this student raped you?'"

The young man at the head of the group was clearly enraged by Liu Song's attitude. Spitting at Liu Song, he said, "It was rape! My sister admitted to having a relationship with that guy named Gao Xiang!" Liu Song looked at Gao Xiang, who was already terrified, and asked, "You really raped his sister?" The student named Gao Xiang lowered his head and said, "I did have that kind of thing with Xue Manli, and it was consensual!" Upon

hearing this, the surrounding students gasped again. Seeing that there were too many students, Liu Song said to the young man, "Stop talking here, let's go to the office!"

The young man, however, didn't give Liu Song any face and shouted, "No! I'm going to take him to the police station and report him for rape! How dare this little bastard do such a thing! I'll skin you alive!" The young man made a move to strike, but the student named Gao Xiang, who had been standing still, immediately burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. He muttered, "Xue Manli said she was raped by Teacher Wang before, so over time she stopped caring. She only got together with me because she liked me, and that's why she slept with me willingly!"

Gao Xiang's words shocked everyone present. A sudden, suffocating silence descended, the hall becoming eerily quiet, as if filled with ghosts. It was a long time before I could hear... The young man in the lead said, "Who is Teacher Wang? That's Teacher Wang! I'm going to chop him up, you bastard! Tell me, tell me which Teacher Wang is!" I thought to myself, there are plenty of Teacher Wangs in this school, who knows which one it is? If Gao Xiang doesn't clarify, he'll implicate a whole bunch of teachers with the surname Wang, especially since our homeroom teacher's surname is also Wang. I saw Liu Song's face turn ashen, his lips trembling, as if Gao Xiang had accused him. Liu Song yelled at the surrounding students, "Disperse! Disperse! Everyone, disperse!" The female students scattered in fear, but the boys didn't move. The commotion and dramatic turn of events were so intense that the students were filled with curiosity and confusion. They wanted to see how things would unfold. I was one of them; I stood behind Liu Song, watching him tremble, whether from cold or anger, I couldn't tell. The young man in the lead angrily asked, "Which Teacher Wang? Tell me, which Teacher Wang is it?" Gao Xiang, who had wet his pants, looked like a frightened little bird, wanting to bury his head in his crotch. He timidly said, "It's that Mr. Wang who teaches PE." This statement was clearly the finishing touch. "Baby, do you think my description is correct?"

Ling Baobao nodded. Ma Dali spat on the floor and continued excitedly, "I immediately thought of Mr. Wang from PE class, the Mr. Wang who graduated from the sports academy. He's the only PE teacher in the whole school with the surname Wang. This time it's confirmed, there's no escaping it." The young man in the lead said excitedly, "I'm going to chop this Mr. Wang up along with you! Damn it, are you even human? Bah! A teacher actually did such a thing! Bah!" The young man spat, his huge stomach spitting so much that it could splash onto my face. I think Liu Song, who was standing in front of me, must have been hit on the body and face as well. Liu Song ordered the teachers behind him to forcibly drag this man named Gao Xiang and his lover into the dark room. The group sat inside, loudly discussing something. I pressed my face against the window but couldn't hear a thing. Do you know what happened in the end? A police car came and arrested both the PE teacher, Mr. Wang, and this boy named Gao Xiang. It was truly a once-in-a-century dark day for the county high school. From what I saw, the principal's face was contorted with rage; whether his purplish-red face was from anger or from the cold, I have no idea!

After Ma Dali finished speaking, he said to Ling Baobao, "What kind of mess is this?"

When Ma Dali mentioned Teacher Wang, Ling Baobao immediately recalled the scene she witnessed behind Wei Miaohua's window. Teacher Wang had forcibly put Wei Miaohua on the bed. If she hadn't pretended to knock on the front door, Teacher Wang, who was as strong as an ox, would probably have taken advantage of Wei Miaohua that night. Ling Baobao couldn't remember Teacher Wang's name at the moment, but now that Teacher Wang had been exposed and taken away, Wei Miaohua could finally have some peace. Teacher Wang would probably never bother the Wei Miaohua in Ling Baobao's heart again. Ling Baobao felt much more at ease. Seeing Ling Baobao lying motionless beside him, Ma Dali chuckled and asked, "Baobao, did you go out on a date with girls again tonight? You're always so lucky with girls, I, Ma Dali, am dying of jealousy! Why can't you give me one too? Let me experience that feeling!"

Ling Baobao playfully nudged Ma Dali with her bottom and said, "Stop being a jerk! Go back to your bed and sleep! Even if I did date a girl, would I tell you? Who are you to me? I have to report to you! Don't you have that Fatty (Ling Baobao's nickname for Ma Dali's girlfriend)? With all your flirting and scheming, be careful her cousin doesn't castrate you! Have you forgotten the lesson from last time?"

As soon as Ling Baobao finished speaking, Ma Dali immediately quieted down and obediently returned to his bed.

This night, nearing the weekend, was quiet and filled with warmth. On this night, Ling Baobao experienced the loss of a friend, the entanglement of human desires, and the peace of mind that followed good news. Ling Baobao slept especially soundly tonight, so soundly that even the girls and women she often worried about drifted into her dreams, appearing one after another, keeping her company until the next morning.

Ling Baobao was woken up by someone patting her awake. Through her bleary eyes, she saw Ma Dali placing lunchboxes on the table. Li Xiping and Hu Chengwei were already up. Just as Li Xiping was about to open the lunchbox, Ling Baobao, lying on the bed, laughed and said, "Xiping, you better watch out! Ma Dali really might put poop in your lunchbox and serve it to you! Haha!"

Hearing this from behind the door, Ma Dali jumped over and onto Ling Baobao, saying, "You little rascal, Ling Baobao! I went through all that trouble to buy this food and you still insult me! Here! Xiping, bring that poop box over here. If he won't eat it, force it on him! Let's see if he dares to be so foul-mouthed again!"

Li Xiping handed Ling Baobao the lunchbox, which Ling Baobao immediately overturned. Ma Dali sat up, opened his lunchbox, and saw it was his favorite oil tea. He slurped it down. Ma Dali, amused and annoyed, said, "Hey! Look! Look! Baby's eating shit! And he's eating it so deliciously!"

Ling Baobao deliberately feigned enjoyment for Ma Dali to see, smacking his lips repeatedly, "So delicious! So damn delicious!"

This made Li Xiping and Hu Chengwei burst into laughter, and the dormitory erupted in celebration. The brothers' friendship was growing stronger every day, and the four of them were getting closer and closer. After finishing breakfast, Ling Baobao had already decided that he had to do well on his final exams so he could explain things to his family when he got home. He planned to have a private meal with Wei Miaohua and ask her to tutor him in English. However, he absolutely refused to flirt with her. He wanted to maintain a proper attitude, study hard, and get good grades. Would this plan succeed? Could Ling Baobao really resist the subtle feelings and impulses he had for Wei Miaohua? Please continue to follow

Chapter 104, "The Classroom Kiss."

Ling Baobao's thoughts were normal and necessary. In this remote county town, the number of students admitted to university became a hot topic of conversation every year. Students who got into university were proud and held their heads high in front of everyone. Their parents were even more arrogant, as if they had suddenly become powerful overnight. They would hold their heads high like fighting roosters when walking in front of the parents of students who didn't get into university. Thus, the competition between parents was forcibly imposed on their children. Ling Baobao was no exception. Although his parents had achieved some success in business and were considered prominent figures in the small town of Baijian, no one dared not admire them. What his parents were especially proud of was Ling Baobao's academic performance. Unlike other children from wealthy families in the town who started to act recklessly after their families became rich, drinking, fighting, stealing, gambling, and picking up some of the bad habits of adults, Ling Baobao was still a well-behaved child in everyone's eyes in junior high school. He had good grades, was popular with teachers, had good relationships with classmates, and had many friends. However, after only half a semester of high school, Ling Baobao had already picked up many bad habits, and her grades had been declining one after another. With the end of the semester fast approaching, she was about to go home and present her grades to her parents. Ling Baobao was still afraid of the disappointed looks in her parents' eyes. So, she wisely made up her mind that she could no longer act up during this period and had to study hard to create a quiet and peaceful learning environment so that she could get good grades and go home to face her parents.

That morning, after math class, Fan Huajing didn't go out into the corridor to chatter with a group of girls during the break. Instead, she stayed behind to watch Ling Baobao diligently working on her math problems. Ling Baobao could clearly smell the sweet, orchid-like breath from Fan Huajing's mouth as she leaned over her. Fan Huajing had applied a fragrant skincare product, making her fair and beautiful face. Her bright eyes were fixed on Ling Baobao, and she was haphazardly patting Ling Baobao's book, trying to get her attention. Ling Baobao remained calm and looked up, asking, "What's wrong? Getting horny again?"

Fan Huajing wasn't angry at all and replied in a coquettish tone, "..." "I don't think I've upset you lately, have I?"

Ling Baobao shook her head and said, "No! What's wrong?" Ling Baobao

said, "Then you haven't been paying much attention to me lately?" Ling

Baobao smiled and said, "Final exams are coming up soon, and I want to do well. Can't you see I'm studying hard?" Fan

Huajing said angrily, "Yeah! You're the only one studying hard, nobody else is!"

Fan Huajing stood up angrily from her seat, exaggeratedly standing on her chair, then stepped on Ma Dali's desk, sat down with her legs straddling Ma Dali's chair, and boldly pressed her hand against Ling Baobao's hand, touching it from time to time. Ling Baobao felt that Fan Huajing was really being lewd. This girl, sometimes reserved and sometimes a bit of a show-off, Ling Baobao said to Fan Huajing, "Miss, class is about to start. Could you please sit down? If you sit on Ma Dali's desk, he might come back and find it smells so good that he'll be distracted for the whole class. And what if you fart? Hehe, this will make Ling Baobao even more restless. Ling Baobao's nose is very sensitive, so you have to be careful. He'll track you down and might sniff out your butt in no time. For Ma Dali's sake and for everyone to have a good learning environment, could you please consider everyone's feelings?"

Fan Huajing, upon hearing this, angrily punched Ling Baobao's shoulder, cursing... "You pervert!" she yelled. She stood up, stepped onto Ma Dali's desk, then strode onto her own chair, sulking and ignoring Ling Baobao. Ling Baobao hadn't wanted to hurt her, but was too embarrassed to comfort her, so she just let her be angry.

The last two classes were English. Ling Baobao listened attentively and then planned to tell Wei Miaohua her idea beforehand, hoping Wei Miaohua could give her some extra help with her English.

After class, Ling Baobao saw Wei Miaohua packing her things and leaving the classroom. Ling Baobao followed her and told her her idea. Wei Miaohua was very impressed that Ling Baobao finally had the idea to study and said, very touched, "Come on! Come to my dorm after evening self-study. Remember to bring your textbooks and notebooks!" Ling

Baobao returned to the classroom excitedly, only to find Fan Huajing glaring at her with hatred. Ling Baobao ignored her, waiting until everyone had left. Before they did, Ma Dali, sensing the danger, left first, noticing the tears welling in Fan Huajing's eyes. Once everyone was gone,

the empty classroom remained with only Ling Baobao and Fan Huajing. Fan Huajing turned around and angrily shouted at Ling Baobao, "Ling Baobao, why? Why are you doing this to me! You weren't like this at first! How have you changed? Don't you like me anymore, or do you like another girl? Tell me!"

Before Fan Huajing could finish speaking, tears streamed down her face, instantly soaking Ling Baobao's hand. Fan Huajing cried uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears, a heartbreaking sight. Ling Baobao reached out and grasped Fan Huajing's hand, saying, "It's okay! Jingjing! Don't cry! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have made you angry! I don't actually dislike you! It's just that I've been so busy lately that I've neglected you. Don't be angry!"

Fan Huajing looked at Ling Baobao through her tears and asked, "So you still like me, right?"

Ling Baobao nodded firmly. Fan Huajing immediately stopped crying and smiled, wiping her tears and saying pitifully, "I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

Fan Huajing got up and walked to Ling Baobao's side. Next to Bao, Fan Huajing plopped down on Ling Baobao's lap, her cherry-like lips, brimming with tears, instantly finding Ling Baobao's lips. Her hot, fragrant lips, glistening with salty tears, instantly ignited Ling Baobao's icy lips, like ice meeting a red-hot iron, a blazing fire. Fan Huajing tightly embraced Ling Baobao's neck, as if afraid Ling Baobao would shake her off. Her lips, like a precise guided weapon, first gently circled Ling Baobao's lips passionately, then rubbed and swirled intensely. Ling Baobao could clearly feel Fan Huajing's body softening, her chest pressed tightly against Ling Baobao's chest, and Ling Baobao felt a surge of heat. A wave of heat surged upwards from her feet. Fan Huajing's eyes were slightly closed, but her lips began a passionate kiss. She quietly slipped her red, fragrant tongue into Ling Baobao's mouth. Inside Ling Baobao's mouth, two wet, saliva-covered tongues entwined in a fierce struggle. Ling Baobao's powerful, thick tongue struggled against Fan Huajing's small, delicate tongue, teased by its gentle touch. The tongue moved erratically, sometimes darting left and right, sometimes leaping near and far. It was incredibly difficult for Ling Baobao's tongue to catch Fan Huajing's tongue. Dewdrops from Fan Huajing's tongue dripped from the corners of Ling Baobao's mouth, like broken threads, onto the wet lips. The sounds of their tongues emanating from their mouths were incredibly arousing. Ling Baobao then shoved his thick tongue into Fan Huajing's small mouth, letting the saliva mixed with their own moisten and lubricate their penises. Fan Huajing made indistinct sounds, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, as her lower body arched forward like a horse, rubbing against Ling Baobao's erection. Ling Baobao's suppressed desire ignited like explosives, instantly bursting forth. He let Fan Huajing's body rub against him like a snake, continuing their French kiss, his saliva soaking his collar, making him look extremely disheveled. Fan Huajing's ghostly, serpentine body pressed and rubbed against him, leaving Ling Baobao with no way to escape. His erection throbbed in his crotch; Ling Baobao knew he couldn't avoid this ordeal today. Fan Huajing's down jacket had been open, revealing a blue V-neck sweater underneath, which exposed her long, slender, white neck. The neckline swayed, occasionally revealing half of her small, playful breasts. Ling Baobao's eyes were glued to them. One look revealed that they were delicious little buns. The deep V-neck seemed to conceal a deep longing. The two small breasts seemed to want to break free from their restraints and breathe fresh, free air. Ling Baobao couldn't bear to see the two breasts in such discomfort. She moved her wet lips down Fan Huajing's bare neck and bit into one of Fan Huajing's nipples. Fan Huajing quickly propped up her large down jacket with her hands so that even if someone was outside, they wouldn't see what Ling Baobao was doing. They would only see the back of a large woman. Ling Baobao's mouth seemed to be equipped with an automatic sucking machine. Its precise operation and efficient work caused Fan Huajing, who was straddling Ling Baobao's lap, to soon start moaning softly. The sound was as thin and delicate as silk, floating erratically in the empty classroom. Ling Baobao couldn't stand this sound. It wasn't that her willpower wasn't strong or firm enough, but rather that this high-frequency sound was like claws scratching the bottom of a pot, making it impossible for her to calm down. It was so itchy that it was hard to stop without stabbing it with a dagger. Ling Baobao knew he didn't need to stab his heart with a dagger to satisfy his itch; a simple action was all it took. He had no choice but to move his mouth back to Fan Huajing's wet lips. Fan Huajing's moans stopped abruptly, allowing him to reach out and support her buttocks with one hand while slipping the other under her blue sweater, easily grasping her already erect nipples. The girl's breasts were clearly not as large as Xiao Min's, but both had their own unique beauty. Xiao Min's were large and firm, feeling like tightly gripping a cow's or sheep's teat; their size was undeniably sexy, and the touch was both satisfying and stimulating. Fan Huajing's breasts, however, possessed a natural, unpretentious charm. Small in size, they were undeniably cute, petite yet charming, evoking beautiful memories and longings for youth, adolescence, and even life itself. Ling Baobao gently caressed Fan Huajing's youthful breasts, reminding her of Xiao Yiting, whose chest was as proud as a large cow's. Under the dual stimulation, Fan Huajing's body erupted with an uncontrollable surge of excitement and agitation. Her body began to tremble violently, responding to Ling Baobao's wet kisses with intense passion and lingering tenderness. Saliva flowed freely, their mouths entwining, while Ling Baobao's hands, like diligent little bees, tirelessly adorned Fan Huajing's not-so-full breasts. Below, Fan Huajing responded to her excitement and attentiveness with extremely vigorous back-and-forth movements. The frequency of Fan Huajing's trembling increased, becoming faster and faster, like a sieve. The table behind her tilted precariously, the four legs of the chair gradually leaving a prominent mark on the floor. Ling Baobao knew Fan Huajing was about to climax. Perhaps this term was somewhat unfamiliar to others, but for Ling Baobao, it was a very familiar and concrete phenomenon. Fan Huajing sat upright on Ling Baobao's lap, struggling upwards with all her might. She gripped Ling Baobao's waist tightly, the veins on her neck clearly visible, and her lower body was still trembling. Ling Baobao remained seated, not moving. After a while, Fan Huajing seemed to return to normal and gently leaned into Ling Baobao's arms. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she exhaled a youthful fragrance. Her body lay limply in Ling Baobao's embrace. Ling Baobao's erect penis was clearly still inside her, awkwardly positioned between Fan Huajing's thighs, unable to find release. Seeing Fan Huajing's lingering desire, Ling Baobao hurriedly said, "Jingjing, rest a bit. I'll get some food and bring it over; we can eat in the classroom." Fan Huajing gently wrapped her arms around Ling Baobao's neck, still softly saying, "No! Don't go! Let me lie in your arms for a while; it's been so long since I've felt this comfortable!"

Fan Huajing's chest heaved powerfully, clearly still lingering from the previous passionate excitement. Ling Baobao had no choice but to continue holding her, letting her rest like a pet. Suddenly, the classroom door was kicked open, bouncing against the wall and then crashing against the frame with a loud "bang," startling both Fan Huajing and Ling Baobao.

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