Not afraid of exams

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Exams always seem to come slower than students imagine, but faster than they actually do. So when the associate professor of auditing announced before the end of class that there would be a midterm exam next week, everyone still let out a "wow" to feign surprise.
The associate professor, used to this, didn't even react, packed his bag, and left.
"Hey, what do we do?" Yi Ling said to another girl next to her, "This subject is so hard, did you take any notes?"
"I copied them very messily," the girl said, "I'm afraid even I can't understand them."
"Then what do we do...?" Yi Ling turned to the seat in front of her and asked, "Wen Wen, you must have copied them!"
"Yes!" Wen Wen said, "But I don't know if they'll be useful?"
"Lend me your copy," Yi Ling ran over, "I'll read it first."
"Can't you copy your own notes?" Xue Mei, who was further in front, said coldly, "Why are you borrowing from everyone! Cough cough..."
Yi Ling and Wen Wen looked at each other, Wen Wen smiled embarrassedly, and after Xue Mei left her seat, Yi Ling made a face at her back and whispered, "Pretending! Coughing devil!"
Xue Mei had caught a cold these past two days and had been coughing non-stop.
The girl who had been sitting next to Yiling came over and said, "Don't mind her, she's a good student... Hey, by the way, I heard from students in other departments that our associate professor has been in a bad mood lately, I wonder if he'll deliberately make things difficult for us next week..."
"Ah! Don't scare me!" Wenwen said worriedly.
"Really!" the girl said, "They said he and his wife immigrated, but after they got to America, his wife said she wanted a divorce..."
"No, they said they already are..." someone else said.
Girls are very interested in these kinds of rumors, and they immediately forgot about the exam, exchanging information vividly, naturally embellishing and making a fuss over nothing.
"Alright! Alright!" Abin, who hadn't said a word for a while, couldn't stand it anymore: "Lunch is ready, finish eating and study quickly."
"Are you treating?" the girl asked.
“Uh,” Abin was momentarily speechless, then changed the subject, “The weather is really nice today.”
“You have no sincerity at all,” the girl said. “Don’t always cling to your girlfriend, we classmates are actually quite nice too! Ask me out once in a while…”
Abin glanced shyly at Yiling and Wenwen, then quickly packed his bag. Yiling, being quick-witted, suggested, “Okay, let’s eat together! And I’ll make copies of the notes for everyone.”
The last sentence was directed at Wenwen, who nodded and said, “Okay.”
Everyone picked up their bags and ate something haphazardly at the cafeteria near the school gate. Yiling, who usually didn’t pay attention to such things, didn’t dare to neglect her duty this time, so she took the initiative to go to the photocopy shop to print out the notes and distributed them to everyone. Then they scattered like birds and beasts, each going back to study hard.
Yiling pulled Wenwen aside: “Wenwen, I have an idea…”
She told Wenwen her idea, and Wenwen listened, sometimes shaking her head, sometimes nodding. After Yiling finished speaking, she asked, “Is it good?”
“Is this a good idea?” Wenwen hesitated. Yiling was suggesting visiting the associate professor.
“Okay! Okay!” Yi-ling said, “I guarantee it’ll be fine.”
“But…but…” Wen-wen said, “Why do I have to come along?”
“Oh!” Yi-ling took her hand, “You have notes, so you’ll have a better idea of what to ask…”
“But…but…” Wen-wen was worried.
“It’s okay,” Yi-ling pulled her, “Let’s go! It’s so dark, it looks like it’s going to rain, let’s hurry.”
It really was dark, with dark clouds overhead
, and the air was very stuffy. Wen-wen never had her own opinions, so Yi-ling coaxed and tricked her, dragging her along to the faculty dormitory next to the school. “This seems to be the one.” Yi-ling jumped onto the steps and pressed the doorbell.
“Maybe not…” Wen-wen wanted to change her mind.
“Come on up!” Yi-ling pressed it again.
“Maybe…the teacher will be unhappy…” Wen-wen said with a bitter face.
“No, it won’t.” Yi-ling pressed it a third time.
“It looks like it’s going to rain…maybe…” Wen-wen made up an excuse.
"Who is it?" But it was too late; the door had already opened. "Um, you..."
"Teacher!" Yi Ling flashed a charming and radiant smile.
"Looking for me?" The associate professor, wearing a t-shirt, was chewing something.
"Teacher," Yi Ling took Wenwen's hand, "Excuse me, are you eating? I'm so sorry... It's like this, there were a couple of things we didn't understand in class, and we couldn't figure them out between us. Could we... ask the teacher again?"
Yi Ling spoke as if it were a genuine question, and the associate professor found it hard to refuse. A teacher is supposed to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts. He scratched his ear and said, "Okay... okay... then please come in!"
Yi Ling's first move had worked. She winked at Wenwen, and the two of them, hand in hand, followed the associate professor into the room.
"Excuse me," the associate professor said as they walked, "the room is a little messy..."
"Giggle..." Yi Ling and Wenwen couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The room wasn't just a little messy; it was a complete mess.
The dormitory was already quite old, but upon entering, there was a distinctive stench of a single man. Shoes and socks were piled haphazardly beside the door, clothes and miscellaneous items were scattered everywhere in the living room, the TV and computer screens were lit, books, bottles, jars, cups, plates, and bowls were on the sofa, and papers and stationery were strewn across the long table. The only small empty space held a bowl of instant noodles, steaming hot.
"You're eating this for lunch, Professor?" Yi Ling asked, turning with Wen Wen to look around at the unbelievable house.
"Hehe..." The associate professor could only chuckle awkwardly, unsure what to do.
"Ah," Yi Ling said, "then you continue eating first, we'll ask again later."
"Um... this..." The associate professor became bewildered, completely different from his authoritative demeanor in the classroom.
"Eat, eat," Yi Ling said, taking Wen Wen's hand, "Wen Wen, come..."
They walked towards the kitchen at the back of the house. The associate professor hesitated for a moment, then sat down to continue eating his instant noodles, but his eyes kept darting nervously towards the kitchen. The faint sound of running water and other clinking noises came from the kitchen. Soon, Wenwen emerged, carrying a plastic basket to collect the scattered bowls and chopsticks.
"Um… that…" the associate professor said, feeling embarrassed.
"Eat your noodles, teacher," Yiling said, also coming out with a larger basket.
The associate professor, like a kindergarten child, obediently picked up his noodles and silently sucked on them, as if he'd done something wrong.
Wenwen took the basket back to the kitchen, while Yiling squatted beside the sofa, tossing her sweaty clothes into the basket one by one.
The associate professor ate his noodles while watching Yiling, who focused intently on tidying up without even glancing at him. The associate professor blinked, a pang of sadness in his heart.
Yiling squatted there, her slender waist and delicate hips forming a beautiful curve. The associate professor stared at this vibrant student, somewhat dazed.
"Eat your noodles, silly," Yiling said.
The associate professor, waking from a daze, blushed slightly at being called a fool. Just then, Wenwen came out carrying an empty basket, easing the awkwardness somewhat.
"Boom!" A sudden clap of thunder startled Wenwen, making her flinch. Then came the sound of pouring rain.
"It's raining..." Yiling asked the associate professor, "Where's the washing machine?"
"You'll see it when you go out the back door of the kitchen..."
Yiling smiled sweetly at him, then turned and went back inside. The associate professor felt a pang of sadness. Wenwen swept the remaining dishes from the sofa, pushed them into the basket, and also went back to the back of the house.
The rain was pouring down. The associate professor, still uneasy, picked up his noodles to eat again, but heard a "clang" and two girls' gasps. He quickly spat out the noodles, stood up, and shouted, "What happened?!"
"Nothing...nothing..." was Yiling's reply.
The associate professor, still worried, was about to go check when Yiling and Wenwen came out of the kitchen, both half-soaked. Yi Ling stuck out her tongue and chuckled, "We bumped into each other when we opened the back door and knocked over the bucket..."
They patted themselves dry, and Wenwen's white shorts were still covered in mud. As Yi Ling and Wenwen were tidying up, the doorbell suddenly rang again.
The associate professor glanced at the two of them, then at the door, before putting down his chopsticks and walking towards the front door.
"Who is it?" the associate professor asked, opening the door.
Standing in the doorway was Xue Mei, soaked to the bone from the rain.
"Teacher..." she began, then stopped, realizing she had seen Yi Ling and Wenwen inside.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
The associate professor suddenly remembered he should call Xue Mei in quickly, but Yi Ling spoke up: "Ah, you're late! You're soaking wet! Come in!"
Wen Wen glared at Yi Ling at first, but quickly realized what was happening and said, "Yeah, why are you so late?"
She ran to the door and pulled Xue Mei in: "Hey, weren't you still coughing? You're soaked..."
The associate professor made way for her, genuinely assuming they had arranged to meet.
"The professor is still having lunch, we'll help him clean up..." Yi Ling turned to the associate professor and said, "Look, the three of us are completely soaked, do you have any clothes for us to change into?"
"How could I have clothes for you to change into..." The associate professor closed the door and scratched his head.
"Shirts and t-shirts are fine, let's change our wet clothes first."
"We have a few shirts..."
"They have to be clean." Yi Ling remembered the pile of smelly clothes in the washing machine.
"Clean, clean," the associate professor said, "They're in the room, I'll take you there."
The associate professor opened the bedroom door; although it wasn't exactly tidy, it was much better than the living room. Yi Ling went inside, and Wen Wen pulled Xue Mei along. Xue Mei hesitated a little, but they went in together anyway.
The associate professor rummaged through the wardrobe and found several shirts, all of which were clean. Yi Ling was quite satisfied.
"Is there a hairdryer?" Yi Ling asked again. She and Wen Wen were only wet, so the hairdryer was obviously for Xue Mei. Xue Mei's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't.
"Yes, yes..." The associate professor nodded. "Wait a moment, I
'll go get it." He placed the shirts on the bedside table and left the room.
The room became quiet after the associate professor left, and even the outside became quiet. Wen Wen looked at the window by the bed and said, "The rain is getting lighter..."
"Ahem..." Xue Mei said, "What... are you doing here?"
"And what are you doing here?" Yi Ling smiled sweetly and gently stroked Xue Mei's hair.
Xue Mei turned her head away and remained silent.
"Ah, let's change our clothes quickly!" Wen Wen said.
Yi Ling responded and naturally and gracefully took off her wet clothes. Wen Wen was a little more reserved, turning her back to the two of them and unbuttoning her clothes as well. Xue Mei didn't move at all, not even looking at the two of them.
"Yi Ling, you have a really good figure," Wen Wen said.
Yi Ling took off her outer clothes, pants, shoes, and socks, and was about to unbutton
her bra when she saw that Wen Wen was already putting on her shirt. She couldn't help but ask, "Why are you still wearing wet clothes underneath?" "Oh!" Wen Wen then took off her shirt and unhooked her bra. Both of them were left with only small panties, revealing their fair and tender breasts.
"You have a good figure too!" Yi Ling took advantage of the moment when Wen Wen was putting her shirt back on and playfully flicked Wen Wen's pink nipple.
"Ouch!" Wen Wen quickly dodged, but bumped into the associate professor's arms.
The room door hadn't been closed, and the associate professor was standing in the doorway with a hairdryer: "Blow... hairdryer..."
"Thank you..." Yi Ling, her shirt unbuttoned, jumped over to take the hairdryer, pulling Wenwen out of the associate professor's arms at the same time,
and slammed the door shut. The associate professor's nose was only two centimeters from the door. Before he could even leave, the door opened again, and Yi Ling poked half her body out, asking, "Do you have any more towels?"
This little devil, Yi Ling, her shirt unbuttoned as well, her round, plump breast trembling slightly, made the associate professor swallow hard.
"I...I'll go get it..." he said.
"Bang!" The door closed again.
Wenwen, her cheeks flushed, buttoned her shirt up one by one. Yi Ling took the hairdryer and walked to Xue Mei's side, who was still wearing wet clothes and didn't move.
Yi Ling said, "Okay, stop being so awkward. Come on, sit here and change your clothes. You're not feeling too bad..."
Although Xue Mei listened to her and sat down on the edge of the bed, she didn't seem inclined to take off her clothes.
A knock came at the door. The associate professor said from outside, "A towel..."
Wenwen glanced at Yiling, who gave her a look. Wenwen went barefoot to open the door, took the towel, and handed it to Yiling. Turning back, she saw the associate professor still standing dumbfounded at the door and said, "Professor, didn't you finish your noodles?"
"Ah! Right!"
"I haven't finished washing the dishes yet either." Wenwen walked to the door, pulled the associate professor away, and closed the door behind her.
Only Xuemei and Yiling remained in the room.
Yiling spread out the towel, squatted on the bed, and began to gently rub Xuemei's hair from behind, wiping away the raindrops. Then she reached for Xuemei's chest, unbuttoned her clothes, and gently pulled them down. Both of them remained silent.
"You have such delicate skin," Yiling said as she pulled down Xuemei's bra strap.
Xuemei shook her hair but still didn't speak. Yi Ling draped a shirt over Xue Mei's shoulders, jumped off the bed, and started to take off her long skirt. Xue Mei's pretty face suddenly flushed red.
Yi Ling ignored her and continued to remove her skirt. Xue Mei covered her hands with her underwear, which A Bin had recently given her; the backside was made of sheer fabric.
Yi Ling giggled, reaching out to touch her bottom, saying, "Oh dear! Even here it's wet!"
She then tried to take off Xue Mei's underwear, but this time Xue Mei refused. Yi Ling stood up, laughing as she took off her own underwear: "Silly girl, mine's wet too. It's so uncomfortable wearing them."
Although covered by a shirt, Xue Mei could still see Yi Ling's dark private parts. Yi Ling lifted the shirt to her waist, revealing her fragrant body. She said to Xue Mei, "What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid to look at my good figure!"
Xue Mei couldn't help but cough twice, gritting her teeth, and still pulled the shirt to cover her body.
Yi Ling didn't laugh at her anymore, but squatted down to take off her shoes and socks, then picked up the hair dryer, found the socket, squatted behind Xue Mei, and helped her dry her hair.
The warm air blew on Xue Mei's cold hair, and the two stopped talking until Yi Ling had completely dried her hair. Xue Mei suddenly coughed again, and coughed incessantly. Yi Ling patted her back, and she shook her hand to indicate that she was alright.
Yi Ling got off the bed, casually buttoned up two buttons, grabbed the pile of wet clothes on the floor, and quietly left the room. After a while, she came back in, carrying a glass of warm water.
“Teacher happens to have some Kant capsules, do you want one?” Yi Ling opened her palm, revealing a capsule.
Xue Mei nodded, took it, swallowed it, and drank some water.
Yi Ling sat down next to Xue Mei, staring intently at her face.
“Where’s Wen Wen?” Xue Mei asked.
“Still tidying up the kitchen,” Yi Ling said. “Honestly, Xue Mei, you’re very pretty.”
Xue Mei blushed again, her eyes looking out the window.
“The rain has stopped…” Yi Ling also looked out the window and said, “Come on!”
Yi Ling pulled Xue Mei, opened the window, and they knelt side by side on the bed, elbows resting on the windowsill. Outside was a very small garden, surrounded by dense bougainvillea, still quite messy.
“Hmm… the air is so fresh,” Yi Ling said.
“Yi Ling,” Xue Mei said, “I’m sorry…”
“What?” Yi Ling asked.
Xue Mei shook her head, saying nothing more. Yi Ling rolled her eyes at her, then lightly slapped her bottom with her palm.
Xuemei gasped, only then realizing she was wearing almost transparent underwear, while Yiling wasn't wearing pants at all. The two of them were still perched on the windowsill, looking out the window. Yiling had her arm around Xuemei's shoulder, and they were
both laughing hysterically. "We rarely talk..." Yiling said.
"Mm."
"Hmm, do you have a boyfriend?" Yiling suddenly asked.
"..." Xuemei blushed again, thinking of Abin. "Why are you asking that?"
"Do I?"
Xuemei couldn't answer immediately. Did she have a boyfriend? Abin didn't seem like a boyfriend, but answering no seemed a little embarrassing.
"I guess not!" Xuemei looked back into the distance.
"I guess not?" Yiling pondered, "That's strange..."
"What's strange?"
"Such a beautiful woman, are you hesitant or is the other person hesitant?"
"You're talking nonsense..."
"I'm not talking nonsense..." Yiling rested her head on Xuemei's shoulder.
"..." Xue Mei said, "Hey, don't do this..."
"What about me?" Yi Ling said, "Can't I even lean on you?"
"No... I didn't mean that... I meant..." Xue Mei said, "Don't do this!"
"I didn't do anything?"
"Don't touch me!"
"I didn't touch you!" Yi Ling waved her hands: "My hands are here!"
Xue Mei turned her head suspiciously and found that behind the rounded shape of her buttocks, besides the color of her apple-green underwear, there was a fluffy black shadow that was wriggling up, down, left, and right.
"Ah..." Xue Mei suddenly gasped.
"Ah..." Yi Ling also saw the thing. She reached for the hair dryer by the bed and cleverly flicked it at the thing. The black shadow was thrown off the bed and landed on the ground. It turned out to be a fat spider, about half the size of a palm. Yi Ling crawled down to the edge of the bed, picked up a shoe, and "smack!" smashed the spider until it was a bloody mess.
"Uh...uh..." Xue Mei trembled with fear. "It...it...it bit me..."
"Where did it bite?" Yi Ling bent down.
"My...butt..." Xue Mei was about to cry.
"Let me see..." Yi Ling comforted her, "Lower your body!"
Xue Mei leaned back against the windowsill, raising her buttocks. Yi Ling looked but couldn't see anything wrong, so she pulled her underwear down to her thighs. Xue Mei wanted to stop her, but she didn't know what that damned spider had done to her, so she let Yi Ling pull it down.
"There's a line..." Yi Ling said, looking at her.
There was a thin, red, thread-like scratch mark diagonally across Xue Mei's right buttock. Yi Ling guessed that it was from when she pushed the spider away and was scratched by its sharp claws.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Xue Mei was frantic.
"Let me see again..."
Yi Ling looked at her from all sides again, but there was no redness or blood.
"Does it hurt here?" Yi Ling gently touched the thin mark with her finger.
"Hmm...no." Xue Mei said.
"And here?"
"No, not here either."
Yi Ling asked her twice more. Xue Mei didn't feel any pain, so Yi Ling felt relieved that the unfortunate spider hadn't caused her any harm. Looking at Xue Mei's round, white buttocks, she couldn't help but have a mischievous thought.
"But it's very red..." she said deliberately, while picking at the fine marks with the tip of her fingernail.
"Hmm...it's a little itchy..." Xue Mei said, not knowing whether the itching was caused by the fingernail or the spider. "Oh no..."
Yi Ling said, her index and middle fingers moving incessantly: "There's one here too."
She picked at the edge of Xue Mei's anus with the tip of her fingernail, and Xue Mei felt a chill run down her spine, goosebumps rising on her skin.
"Yi Ling..."
"Don't move, don't move," Yi Ling said, "I have to take another look..."
There were a few fine, soft hairs around Xue Mei's anus. Yi Ling guessed that Xue Mei herself didn't know. She gently pulled out one or two of them, and Xue Mei couldn't help but moan, her face turning bright red.
"Hmm... Ouch... What are you doing?"
"Checking you," she said, "I'll look further down."
Looking further down would lead to an unbelievable place, and Xue Mei's face burned hot.
"No... Don't... Won't bite there?"
"Who knows?" Yi Ling said, "It's better to check."
Yi Ling crouched behind Xue Mei's buttocks, still using her fingertips to delicately brush the pubic hair clinging to her mons pubis.
"Xue Mei..."
"Hmm."
"Has that person seen you here?"
"Who?"
"That... boyfriend who isn't really my boyfriend..." Yi Ling finished brushing her hair: "Did he?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
Yi Ling laughed: "Hehe..."
Xuemei didn't know what she was laughing at.
"Actually, I have a lot of boyfriends like that," Yiling said. "I was going to say that your boyfriend must have complimented how pretty you are here."
"You... what are you looking at..."
"It really is pretty!" Yiling pressed her face against her buttocks.
Xuemei only remembered that Abin said her little garden was very delicate. She didn't know what "pretty" meant, but it was really embarrassing for someone to stare at that place and touch it.
"Is it okay now, Yiling?" she asked.
"Not really," Yiling said, "It's a little itchy here, isn't it?"
Yiling's fingernails were scratching her vulva, and Xuemei nodded in acknowledgment.
"I knew it," Yiling said.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Xuemei looked distressed.
"Don't worry," Yiling said, "I'll think of something."
Yiling's method was quite strange. She used the tip of her fingernail to prick Xuemei's closed labia and then slowly slid it back and forth. Xue Mei's skin crawled with goosebumps again. Yi Ling carefully and repeatedly parted the pink flesh, gently pricking it. After a while, a pearl-like droplet of water was finally squeezed into the center of the petals.
"Feeling better?" Yi Ling asked.
In fact, Xue Mei felt even more itchy. She didn't know how to say it and wanted to get up so Yi Ling wouldn't see, but she just couldn't muster the strength. Instead, she slowly shook her head, lowered her neck, and leaned against the bed, burying her face in her scattered hair.
Yi Ling, that mischievous girl, was well aware of this. Seeing that Xue Mei had no idea what to do, she took advantage of the situation, moistened her index finger, and quietly dug it between the two fleshy lips.
"Ugh..." Xue Mei expressed her dissatisfaction with her nose.
Just as Yi Ling was getting increasingly mischievous, the weather improved. The rain stopped, and the clouds gradually dispersed.
After cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, Wenwen wanted to call them out to ask about their homework. She walked to the bedroom door and saw it ajar. Pushing it open slightly, she saw Yiling kneeling on the bed, Xuemei kneeling beside Yiling, her buttocks raised high. Yiling's fingers were deeply inserted into Xuemei's vagina, slowly moving in and out.
Wenwen was stunned.
What...what was going on? Although she couldn't see Xuemei's face, she knew Xuemei was trembling all over. It didn't make sense. Wenwen doubted her eyes, shaking her head, unable to find a clue.
Yiling was simultaneously moving her index finger in and out of Xuemei's body while kneading her breasts with her palm. Xuemei's voice sounded like a low sob, and she was expelling a slippery fluid.
Yiling lowered her head and said something to Xuemei. Xuemei first shook her head and then nodded, clearly her mind in turmoil. Wenwen looked at the drops of fluid dripping from Yiling's thighs and blushed, because she herself felt herself becoming increasingly wet.
Wenwen felt dizzy. She hadn't expected things to turn out this way. How could a visit to her teacher have led to this? She reached for the doorknob, intending to close it, but before she could even take a half step back, she bumped into a large chest. Startled, Wenwen quickly covered her mouth to avoid making a sound. Cautiously, she glanced sideways. Oh my god, it was the associate professor! He was also staring intently into the room.
Wenwen was utterly mortified. Why had she kept running into his arms today? And now she was caught in a dilemma; nothing she said or did would be right. She stuck out her tongue, shrank her shoulders, and awkwardly turned away, pondering what to do.
Wenwen had no idea how long the associate professor had been standing behind her. The erotic scene inside continued. Xuemei was being manipulated by Yiling, her body writhing like a worm. This was a scene she couldn't bear to watch. Wenwen's face burned, her legs secretly rubbing together, her heart pounding with anxiety, because her most vulnerable spot was even wetter.
Then, from behind, just above her buttocks, she felt a hard, protruding pressure, growing stronger and stronger, almost like it was rubbing against her.
Wenwen wasn't a primary school student; she knew what it was. She should have run away immediately, but the thought had barely formed when the associate professor reached out and encircled her. Wenwen shrank back against him, immediately hearing heavy breathing that sent shivers down her spine. She looked back timidly, but the associate professor's eyes were still fixed on the room.
Wenwen wanted to say something, hesitated, and swallowed her words.
Inside the room, Yiling lifted Xuemei's face, and the two kissed quietly, like lovers. Then Wenwen felt an even hotter, more suffocating breath pounding against her ear. She inwardly cursed, and sure enough, the associate professor's lips pressed against hers. Rough stubble grazed her pretty cheeks. Wenwen frowned and closed her eyes, trying to grab the associate professor's wrists with both hands. Unexpectedly, the associate professor's palms slid upwards and suddenly grabbed her breasts.
His reason was slipping away, and Wenwen was frantic.
Without a bra to support her, the associate professor's large hands completely grasped her youthful breasts and held on tightly, even blatantly caressing them. Although his movements were not gentle, Wenwen's small, firm nipples pressed against his palms, hardening continuously.
"Mmm..." Xuemei in the room let out a soft moan and collapsed, unable to support herself.
Wenwen felt her strength melting away from her legs upwards. She couldn't stand anymore; her body was weak and kept sliding down. The associate professor didn't try to support her; instead, he crouched down with her. Wenwen's center of gravity shifted, and she had to hold onto the wall with both hands, her face pressed against her elbows. The associate professor clung to her, squatting like two frogs, one in front of the other, hiding by the door. The associate professor used his teeth to nibble at the back of her neck, and the two of them were panting heavily at the same time.
"Oh...don't do that..." Wenwen weakly refused.
However, the associate professor clearly wasn't going to accept her suggestion, because his left hand had already left her breast and slipped inside the hem of her shirt. Wenwen's shorts were being washed in the washing machine, and under her shirt were her panties, her last line of defense. But her hand was still resting against the wall, so the associate professor easily pinched her swollen mons pubis with two or three fingers.
"Teacher..." Wenwen tried to close her legs, but it was too late. "
Mmm...mmm..." The associate professor's breathing was rapid, and the touch of the damp fabric excited him even more.
Wenwen was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly explained, "I just spilled some water...umm..."
No one cared what explanation she was trying to give, because before she could finish speaking, the associate professor's fingers had already unhooked the lace of her panties and were stirring around her cleft.
"Ah...ah...no...don't do this..." Wenwen was too weak to speak. "Teacher..."
The associate professor's heavy breathing echoed behind her head, and his right hand slid down, both hands groping and teasing wildly, making Wenwen's vulva sticky and uncomfortable. She could only grit her teeth and whimper in resentment.
As he touched her, one of his hands suddenly disappeared, and Wenwen felt a sense of emptiness. Why did the teacher stop touching her?
The associate professor's body stirred restlessly behind her, rustling and whispering. After a while, the missing hand reappeared, this time touching her buttocks and pulling at her panties, pulling them to one side, leaving her vulva feeling cold and completely exposed. Then, his hands, one in front and one behind, dug and dug everywhere, making her feel like her soul was about to leave her body.
As he dug and dug, Wenwen began to feel that the associate professor's fingers were becoming very strange. What was strange about them? Wenwen couldn't quite put her finger on it; in fact, she was completely unable to think, her whole body feeling hot and steamy.
But Wenwen soon realized what was strange.
Wenwen felt that the associate professor's unusually large finger was trying to penetrate her vagina. That finger was so big, so big…
Wenwen immediately realized it wasn't a finger, it was…
“Teacher…Teacher…” Wenwen instinctively tried to stop him, but the associate professor's hands moved to her thighs, holding her beautiful buttocks in place. Then, like peeling a loaf of bread, he spread them apart, his body pressed against hers, and that huge finger—no, that glans—pushed forward, disappearing into Wenwen's plump lips.
“Mmm…” Wenwen couldn't help but moan. She couldn't stop him anymore, nor did she try.
“Lift…lift your buttocks up, okay?” the associate professor said.
Okay? Okay? Wenwen's little head was still thinking, but her body involuntarily knelt slightly forward. Her waist tightened, and her buttocks naturally lifted. Just as they were lifted, the associate professor immediately thrust in, his entire penis squeezing inside.
"Oh..."
The associate professor trembled violently, holding her tightly as he breathed his last. Wenwen was already overwhelmed by his penetration; resistance was clearly futile. She turned her eyes, just as he was looking at her. Seeing his blood rushing to his head, Wenwen couldn't bear it. She took his hand and placed it where she had been leaning against the wall, then pressed her face against his arm, and wrapped her arms around his waist, waiting for his next move.
The associate professor felt a surge of excitement and stopped there, forgetting what he was going to do.
"Teacher..." Wenwen said, "I...I'm ready..."
"Mmm, mmm." The associate professor suddenly realized and quickly thrust twice.
"Eee...mmm..."
Wenwen whimpered softly, her elastic vagina gripping the associate professor wonderfully. The associate professor was middle-aged, and his penis could no longer maintain the magnificence of his youth, but strangely, today it felt like he was in his early twenties—not only hard, but swollen and aching, making him feel extremely aroused. Relying on his superior strength, he squatted down and began to thrust wildly into Wenwen's tender opening.
Wenwen let him move freely behind her, afraid of disturbing the two people in the room, she dared not make a sound, only biting her lower lip, twisting her slender waist with difficulty, her charming shyness written all over her face. Her knees were still on the ground, and in order to maintain the arched position, her legs trembled involuntarily, and her vagina contracted and throbbed. The veins on the associate professor's penis were bulging fiercely, and with each stroke against the flesh of her vagina, she squeezed him with unparalleled pleasure, the sensation traveling from the tip to the spine, driving the associate professor almost crazy.
He quickly withdrew and thrust in, although the squatting position was very inconvenient, there was an awkward but unusual pleasure that urged him to go faster, faster...
"Teacher...it's so deep..." Wenwen moaned.
"Good girl...Teacher feels so good..." the associate professor said, pressing his face against hers.
“Mmm…mmm…I feel good too…Teacher…”
“Oh…ha…” the associate professor panted, “You’re so good…Teacher hasn’t done this in a long time…”
“Oh…” Wenwen answered him softly, “Oh…ah…”
The associate professor turned his head to kiss her cheek. Wenwen closed her eyes, her cherry lips parted slightly, and met his mouth. The two immediately kissed passionately.
Although the associate professor felt indescribably good, he was also really tired. After all, his physical strength was not as good as before. But seeing Wenwen’s shy and satisfied expression, he could only continue to muster his energy and try to move his buttocks, shaking it against Wenwen’s little hole.
“Oh…Teacher…” Wenwen breathed coquettishly, “Faster…faster…oh…deeper…ah…”
Isn’t this going to kill him? Faster? This was difficult for the associate professor.
But how could he show weakness in front of this little beauty? The associate professor really went faster and deeper, each time piercing to the deepest part of Wenwen, touching it and then immediately withdrawing, and then immediately pouncing in again, making Wenwen weak and breathless.
Wenwen's panties, which had been pulled to one side, gradually slipped back along her buttocks due to their movements. The crotch of her panties, now tangled into a rope, nestled between her labia, constricting her clitoris and the associate professor's penis. They both felt another wave of eroticism.
"Teacher...oh...teacher...teacher...I...I'm almost there...uh...I'm almost...almost there...ah...uh..."
"Come...come...teacher will help you...come..."
"Uh...uh..."
Just as the teacher and student were reaching their climax, they heard a chuckle from the side, startling them.
"Continue..." It was Yiling, squatting by the door, watching them laugh comically. "Why did you stop?"
"Ouch!" Wenwen immediately covered her face with her hands, while the associate professor stared blankly.
"That...uh...that..." the associate professor tried to say something.
"Almost there!" Yi Ling slapped his leg. "Didn't you hear she's almost here?"
The associate professor didn't dare to disobey. Yi Ling glared at him and then pushed his buttocks. The associate professor half-heartedly resisted, rising with the force. Yi Ling straightened up and whispered in his ear, "You stinky man, hee... hurry up!"
The associate professor, scolded by her, indeed began to thrust seriously, resuming his original pace.
"Mmm..." Wenwen still covered her face, but he still managed to squeeze out a sound.
Yi Ling nodded in satisfaction, slowly stood up, took two steps to move to their sides, and then squatted down again.
Wenwen knew Yi Ling was watching, and returned to her usual restraint, trying her best not to embarrass herself. However, her body trembled more and more severely. The associate professor knew he absolutely couldn't stop now, so he spurred on even faster, running wildly.
That mischievous Yi Ling, squatting improperly, supported her chin with her right hand while pinching Wenwen's nipple with her left, making Wenwen suffer both internally and externally. Her shame transformed into wanton lust, and her vulnerable little hole, like a leaky faucet, secreted a continuous stream of lustful fluid, seeping onto the floor and soaking it.
The associate professor, while having sex with Wenwen, glanced at the half-naked Yiling. Yiling, noticing the associate professor's lecherous eyes darting over her, smiled at him sideways, deliberately shifting her hips as if unconcerned, and spreading her legs wide, revealing her tender private parts clearly. The associate professor's eyes nearly popped out; his penis was so hard it felt like it would break, and he relentlessly thrust into Wenwen.
Almost simultaneously, Wenwen's hole spasmed violently, accompanied by a soft "gurgling" sound, and fluid gushed out. Her body went limp, but fortunately, the associate professor caught her immediately, helping her slowly fall to the ground. Wenwen couldn't help but sob and gasp, while the associate professor also sat down heavily, exhaling a deep breath.
Yi Ling giggled again, straightened up, took off her shirt, revealing her smooth, delicate skin completely naked. With her hands behind her back, she swayed her hips and hummed a tune as she leisurely walked to the sofa. Facing the associate professor, she reclined and sat down, legs crossed, comfortably leaning against the armrest. She covered her mouth and playfully watched them, languidly striking an alluring pose.
Then, she went even further, pretending to stretch listlessly, straightening her legs and then slowly opening them apart. She bent one leg and placed it on the back of the sofa, clearly opening the door to catch a thief. Her hands slipped under her legs, first gently protecting her private parts, then lightly pinching her labia with both hands, smearing sticky, lustful fluid from her thick vulva.
The associate professor greedily swallowed, his still-erect penis springing upwards as if springy, swaying wildly in the air. Yi Ling extended her left index finger and hooked it at him. The associate professor stood up as if in a daze, ignoring Wenwen, and followed her finger's lead to walk towards the sofa.
Yi Ling's beautiful eyes were fixed on the associate professor's eyes. The associate professor, his penis as hard as a stone slab, approached the sofa, about half a meter away. Yi Ling reached out and grasped his penis, gently pulling it towards her. Strangely enough, the associate professor's tall body suddenly became as light as a balloon, floating with her almost imperceptible softness until he stood erect beside her.
Yi Ling gripped the penis that bulged from his crotch; it looked proud, having remained erect since the moment it appeared at the door, radiating a burning heat. Yi Ling used her index finger and thumb to encircle the penis, gently sliding it back and forth. The associate professor, having just enjoyed Wenwen's stimulation, was still quite aroused. Yi Ling used minimal force to make him tremble all over, his middle-aged, overweight belly twitching repeatedly. Yi Ling secretly chuckled. Since she was going to see it through, she used her whole hand to grasp it and began to gradually increase the speed of her massage. The associate professor's glans swelled up from her grip, becoming red and shiny. Yi Ling suddenly thought of Christmas lights and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The associate professor's entire attention was focused on the short, ten-centimeter-long penis. He didn't care what she was laughing at. He could only twist and squeeze his buttocks together, his legs shaking uncontrollably inside his trousers, as if his brains were about to spill out.
Yi Ling stopped lying down and sat up straight, her chest heaving high, her pink nipples hard as beans. She pulled the associate professor closer, letting his glans touch her nipple, rubbing it back and forth with her hand.
"Ooh..." The associate professor made meaningless rolling sounds in his throat.
Yi Ling's hand moved even harder, as if she wanted to break the associate professor's penis.
"It's so big!"
Wenwen, who had somehow appeared next to Yi Ling, sat down beside her and curiously examined the associate professor's manhood.
"Useless girl, I'm getting revenge for you!" Yi Ling said.
Wenwen didn't say anything more, resting her head on Yi Ling's shoulder, watching her busy herself.
"Oh...oh..." the associate professor cried out.
“Help me, he’s almost here,” Yi Ling said to Wen Wen, “Suck it in your mouth…”
“No…it’s so embarrassing…”
“Embarrassing my foot, what nonsense are you talking about?” Yi Ling rolled her eyes at her: “This thing just made you feel like you were dying, didn’t it?”
Wen Wen pouted unhappily, but still lowered her head. Yi Ling moved aside, and Wen Wen took the associate professor’s glans into her mouth. Yi Ling switched to her other hand and continued rubbing without stopping.
“Teacher,” she leaned against him, “Are you still holding back? Are you coming yet?”
The associate professor was so numb that he couldn’t even speak. Yi Ling was still urging him: “Come out, come out!”
“Uh…ah…” The associate professor was dazed and confused.
Yi Ling used her final move, opening her mouth and biting the associate professor's waist without warning. The associate professor cried out in pain, "Ouch..." His dying tremor subsided, his cries grew dull, and his body went limp. His penis throbbed and swelled. Yi Ling and Wen Wen knew this was a sign of his impending defeat, so they quickly swallowed and thrust deeply ten more times. The associate professor then tilted his head back, his throat hoarse, and stopped.
"Oh...oh...my God..."
His penis throbbed again, simultaneously spurting out a thick, fishy stream of semen. Wen Wen was the first to taste it, her mouth filled with the man's flavor. She quickly spat it out, and the associate professor's second spurt sprayed onto her face.
"I'll take it, I'll take it!" Yi Ling hurriedly opened her mouth and took it, her delicate tongue pressing against the glans. The associate professor's semen flowed freely, covering the two girls' faces with his juices.
The associate professor hadn't done it in a long time, Wenwen said, squinting, "So much... ah... and... so hot..."
Yiling was also surprised by the amount the associate professor ejaculated. She waited until he had almost finished before taking his glans back into her mouth, sucking intermittently to draw out the last remaining part of his penis.
The associate professor finally collapsed like a punctured balloon, falling towards Yiling and Wenwen. They made him sit upside down in the middle, the three of them slumped together. The associate professor was panting, unable to speak. Wenwen looked up and kissed his cheek, saying, "Thank you, teacher."
His thoughts were in turmoil; he didn't understand whether he should be punished or thanked for doing this. Yiling's hand cupped his half-exposed scrotum, carefully kneading the wrinkled skin.
"Oh... you two little devils..." the associate professor said comfortably.
"Teacher likes devils, doesn't he?" Yiling smiled.
"Oh my God!" The associate professor closed his eyes. "I haven't done this in so long."
None of the three spoke again, but the two girls were already naked, while the associate professor remained fully clothed, which looked rather inappropriate. Yi Ling then unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, while Wen Wen helped pull down his pant legs, even removing his underwear.
"Eek..." Yi Ling flicked his glans and said, "I wonder if it's still usable?"
The provocation in her words was too strong. The associate professor stretched out his arms and embraced both of them, grasping one of their breasts in each hand. Yi Ling lowered her body and took his now-soft penis into her mouth, stirring it with her tongue.
"Oh..." The associate professor became happy again.
The associate professor's hands left Yi Ling's breasts, moving down her waist, then her thighs, and finally her buttocks. Yi Ling's buttocks were firm and fleshy, and the associate professor found them extremely satisfying to hold.
The associate professor gently patted her little bottom, making a sound: "Can you lift it up?"
Yi Ling obediently turned over, raising her buttocks so that the associate professor's fingers could trace from her buttocks to her vulva.
"Mmm..." The associate professor's fingers pleased her, making her suck on his penis even more vigorously.
"Mmm... Hmph..." The associate professor's lower abdomen tightened, a surge of heat coursed through him, and his penis became erect again.
Seeing that it was erect again, Yi Ling circled the glans with her tongue, while her small hands stroked the shaft. The associate professor had a little foreskin, so Yi Ling slowly covered the glans with it, then quickly pulled it back, playing with it with great pleasure. The associate professor became even more aroused and uncontrollable.
"It's hard, that's enough!" Yi Ling said happily.
Yi Ling was incredibly moist, her two tender breasts clinging tightly to him. The associate professor's fingers sank deeper and deeper, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped up, flipped Yi Ling onto the sofa, and was about to force himself on her.
Unexpectedly, Yi Ling kicked and braced herself, refusing to comply. Wenwen seized the opportunity for revenge, using the advantageous position to pin down Yi Ling's legs, rendering her unable to move. The associate professor immediately climbed on top of her, lowering his face to kiss her.
"Slow down...slow down...no...no..." Yi Ling pushed him away.
"No, no." Wenwen was delighted.
"No...no..."
"Yes...yes..." Wenwen said.
"No...no...it wasn't me...it wasn't me..."
"Stop it," Wenwen gloated, "This time it's your turn. Teacher, hurry up and put it in."
"It wasn't me...it wasn't me..."
The associate professor's eyes were already bloodshot.
"No...you...you...please listen to me...please listen to me..."
The associate professor stopped to listen to her, seeing how earnestly she was struggling.
"What should I say?"
“It’s that…that…inside…inside…” Yi Ling whispered in the associate professor’s ear.
Following Yi Ling’s gaze, the associate professor looked towards the bedroom door, which was wide open, revealing his bed. Xue Mei lay sprawled on the bed, half-naked, on her side.
“That…that…?”
“Yes!” Yi Ling said, “A pure little beauty.”
“But…she’s sleeping!” the associate professor said.
“Sleeping? Pretending.” Yi Ling chuckled, “We’ve been fooling around here, how could she possibly sleep? I just saw her staring at us with her eyes wide open…”
The associate professor was skeptical, but Yi Ling nudged him, “Come on, get up! I’ll show you.” The associate professor
sat up. Wen Wen, who hadn’t heard what they were saying, worried that this slutty Yi Ling was up to something again, quickly crossed her arms and sat down to the side, afraid the associate professor would pounce on her.
Yi Ling also sat up straight, gesturing for the associate professor to leave the sofa. The associate professor stood up as instructed. Yi Ling first helped him remove his shirt, leaving him naked. Then she reached out and grabbed his penis. Huh? The associate professor turned into a balloon again, obediently letting her lead him towards the bedroom.
Wenwen, seeing that it wasn't her business, curiously followed behind to watch.
Yi Ling and the associate professor arrived at the bedside. Xue Mei's breasts were half-naked, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly, and her breathing uneven—she was indeed pretending to be asleep. The associate professor looked at this female student who was usually the most diligent and hardworking, her two pink thighs, half of her snow-white buttocks, and the mysterious area where her legs were crossed, half-exposed, with light and shadow intertwined, still glistening with moisture. His heart pounded, and his penis trembled incessantly.
"Look," Yi Ling said close to him, "Isn't it right?"
The associate professor nodded.
"Then go!" Yi Ling urged him.
"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" The associate professor was a little timid.
"Not good? You're so fierce when you're on me." Yi Ling protested, "Go!" The associate professor's
lower abdomen was aching terribly. Since Yi Ling wanted him to go, he swung his throbbing penis and prepared to get on the bed.
"What are you doing?" Yi Ling grabbed him back.
"You...you told me to go." The associate professor quickly explained.
"Idiot, are you raping her?" The student lectured the teacher, "Don't you understand women? Be gentle."
"Huh?" The associate professor didn't understand, "Gentle?"
Yi Ling rolled her eyes at him, "Kiss her first!"
"Yeah! Yeah!" Wen Wen interjected, clearly dissatisfied with the treatment she had just received.
The associate professor looked at the two girls, awkwardly walked to the other side of the bed. Wen Wen and Yi Ling gestured to him, and he carefully squatted down, bringing his face close to Xue Mei's, hearing her disordered breathing.
Wen Wen and Yi Ling both pouted, indicating that they wanted him to kiss her. He paused for a moment, then directly kissed Xue Mei's lips. Xue Mei remained motionless. The associate professor savored her fragrant, soft, and tender red lips, finding them truly delicious. He couldn't help but suck and lick them incessantly.
Yi Ling quietly approached him, took his hand, and placed it on Xue Mei's neck. This time, without waiting for their prompting, he cleverly stroked her neck, shoulders, and cheeks. Yi Ling was very satisfied. After a while, she patted him and pointed to the bed, telling him he could lie down.
The associate professor moved his body while kissing her, lying face down on the bed to face Xue Mei. Wen Wen, feeling mischievous, bent down, took Xue Mei's hand, and moved it so that her palm could touch the associate professor's penis.
Xue Mei jolted violently, while Wen Wen and Yi Ling giggled. The associate professor was the most thrilled, his penis throbbing uncontrollably.
Xuemei grasped it and quickly let go. Wenwen, who was watching closely, immediately pulled her hand back, bending her fingers one by one to make Xuemei grab the associate professor. Xuemei suddenly cried out, "Ah!" It turned out that Yiling had pinched her nipple. Oh no! How could she pretend to be asleep now?
The associate professor took the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. Xuemei was even more embarrassed to open her eyes, but she couldn't pretend to be indifferent, so she could only use her tongue to block him. The two tongues began to entangle.
Xuemei felt another strange hand touching her breasts. It was obviously different from Yiling's smooth hand; it was the associate professor. He rubbed her nipples with his palm. Xuemei was so nervous that her hair stood on end. Her heart couldn't help but be aroused, and she reflexively shook the associate professor's penis.
Seeing her response, the associate professor pulled one of her legs onto his, and the two lay closer together, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss. Overwhelmed with anxiety, Xue Mei released his penis, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and hugged him tightly.
With this release, his penis was free, while Xue Mei's leg remained draped over the associate professor. His penis, now erect and throbbing, pressed against her labia, feeling hot and thick; her vaginal fluids had already overflowed.
Xue Mei shuddered again. The associate professor, tasting the pleasure, thrust even harder, and Xue Mei's shoulders trembled, letting out soft moans.
The associate professor cupped his penis in his hand, rubbing it with her fluids against her labia. Xue Mei held him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder, secretly moaning.
The associate professor played with her for a while, then applied a little pressure, and her labia parted, revealing the red glans protruding from the taut passage, barely burying half of its head inside. Then the associate professor ignored her, his hands roaming freely over her back. Xue Mei felt extremely uncomfortable. After waiting for a long time, he still only touched her back, so she intentionally or unintentionally swayed her hips, letting her penis rub against the entrance of her vagina to relieve the irritation of being invaded.
But no matter how much she swayed, the associate professor remained motionless at the entrance, like a wooden statue. She made a few "uh" sounds, but the associate professor seemed oblivious.
Xue Mei was frustrated and helpless. Gritting her teeth, she shamelessly flipped over and straddled the associate professor's body. He pushed her down, and she sat down, his penis silently plunging into her beautiful vagina.
"Oh..." came the associate professor's cry.
Xue Mei's sense of urgency was very different from Wen Wen's. Wen Wen was like two closed flesh doors, while Xue Mei... how to put it? Like a pair of jeans that were too small, barely fitting, but bound so tightly that it was impossible to breathe if forced to wear them.
Once Xue Mei mounted him, she couldn't stop. Since she was already embarrassed, what did it matter? She closed her eyes, tossed her hair, and vigorously swayed her hips, her hands supporting the associate professor's waist, writhing happily.
After dozens of thrusts, she suddenly opened her eyes, only to find the associate professor staring at her intently. Xue Mei was greatly embarrassed and said coquettishly, "What are you looking at?" She grabbed a book from the bedside table and threw it at his face. The associate professor had to cover his face with the book to avoid embarrassing her. Xue Mei
then continued her swaying, but after only a few dozen thrusts, she collapsed onto the associate professor, unable to move.
"What's wrong?" the associate professor asked through the book.
"Hmm..." Xue Mei said weakly, "I'm out of strength..."
The associate professor secretly smiled, but ultimately felt a pang of pity. He reached out and held her waist, thrusting his lower body upwards rapidly and repeatedly.
"Ah...uh..." This time it was Wenwen's turn to cry out, "Ouch...ouch..."
The associate professor thrust diligently, enjoying the pleasure they created together. As he thrust, the book on his face was slowly removed, and Xuemei leaned her face against him, quietly gazing at him.
"Is it comfortable?" he asked gently.
Xuemei nodded.
"Then why aren't you calling me?"
"Call what?"
The associate professor stopped and said, "Call me."
"Call you?" Xue Mei stammered, "Teacher... Teacher."
"No." He said.
Xue Mei didn't understand, only feeling flustered that he had stopped.
"Not teacher," the associate professor said, "husband."
Xue Mei blushed and shook her head, "You're embarrassing me, who cares about you!"
"Hmm?" The associate professor thrust upwards a few times.
Xue Mei's delicate eyebrows furrowed, her lips parted slightly, but she still didn't call out.
"Call me..." The associate professor thrust even harder, aiming straight for her clitoris.
"..." "
Darling," the associate professor persisted, "Call me..." "
..." Xue Mei finally whispered, "Husband... Husband..."
"Good girl!"
The associate professor suddenly rolled over, pinning Xue Mei beneath him. For his age, this position was much more comfortable. He was like a tiger released from its cage, thrusting in and out, making Xue Mei's body tremble.
"Oh... Oh... Husband..." Xue Mei hugged him tightly.
"My little darling... My little darling..." The associate professor was already panting heavily.
He gripped Xue Mei's buttocks firmly with both hands, his fingers sinking into her firm, elastic flesh.
"Ah..." Xue Mei arched her body and cried out.
The associate professor felt as if he were pushing a millstone through a crowded throng with each thrust; the sensation in his glans was incredibly acute, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. Before he knew it, his lower abdomen was on fire, his buttocks tightened, and a torrent of powerful semen gushed into Xue Mei's vagina.
"Oh..." He stiffened, supporting his back, then collapsed beside Xue Mei, his body giving way.
The associate professor was truly exhausted, worn down by these female students. Xue Mei kissed the beads of sweat on his chest, while he kissed her hair, the two enjoying the afterglow.
The room was quiet. After a while, the associate professor played with her earlobe and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Xue Mei shook her head and said softly, "It feels so good to be held by you, Professor."
"Hmm?" the associate professor questioned.
"Husband..." Xue Mei said.
The associate professor was satisfied. He pulled her closer, and the two intertwined their necks, gradually drifting into a hazy world together…
When Xue Mei opened her eyes again, it was already dark. The room was lit, and the associate professor was sitting at his desk in the corner, writing something.
She tossed and turned, her mind in turmoil. Hearing a rustling sound behind her, the associate professor turned and saw her awake. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Awake?”
“Old…” she hesitated, “Old…”
“Hmm?”
“Husband…” she whispered.
“Good girl,” he gently stroked her face, “Are you hungry? I’ll make you some instant noodles.”
It seemed the associate professor only knew how to make instant noodles.
“Yes, thank you.” Xue Mei nodded. “Where are Yi Ling and Wen Wen?”
“I don’t know when they left.” The associate professor jumped off the bed, went to the desk, retrieved a piece of paper, and handed it to Xue Mei.
“Teacher, we’ll be leaving now. Thank you for your teaching today. Xue Mei will ask about the lessons we haven’t asked yet. Xue Mei’s cough won’t get better so quickly. Please give her her medicine again later. Bye. Ling.”

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