My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (249)

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Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher ,
Chapter 249: The Underpants Can't Cover It Up

It turned out that when Liang Jun was putting his arms up, due to his infatuation,

he went diagonally upwards from below, and his fingers accidentally slipped into Zhuang Molan's shorts. At first, he didn't understand, only

feeling his fingers entering a warm crevice. When Zhuang Molan cried out in surprise, he

realized something was wrong and quickly withdrew his fingers, blushing, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I really

didn't mean to.

" Embarrassed, Liang Jun didn't dare look at Zhuang Molan. After about half a minute of silence, he mustered his courage and glanced

at her, only to find her scrutinizing him intently. He then added, still trying to sound brave, "I really

didn't mean to.

" Zhuang Molan's expression softened, and she said softly, "Then I'll believe you this once. Be careful from here on out

."

To be honest, Zhuang Molan felt a little disappointed. That time, Liang Jun's unintentional mistake, though

it ruined her innocence, also brought her complete pleasure. That

shock of body and soul was something she could never forget. So much so that when she was alone, in the quiet of the night, she would always

vaguely relive the feeling of that intercourse. So this is what it's like to be with a man.

As they say, no woman can forget the first person she's been with, and Liang Jun was that

first man. Now, Liang Jun's fingers had unintentionally touched that spot, triggering her body

's memory. She felt a sudden electric shock.

She even had a slight hope that Liang Jun would continue to put his hand there. But rationally, she hoped that Liang Jun

wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability. After that moment, Liang Jun hurriedly apologized, avoiding her gaze. This confirmed to her

that Liang Jun hadn't meant it. But at the same time, she felt disappointed that he hadn't meant it.

Having gained Zhuang Molan's forgiveness, Liang Jun cautiously began to probe inside. As the saying goes, everything

happens by accident. If Zhuang Molan hadn't cried out and his fingers had gone in the wrong place, no one would

have , and they could have started over, lifting her body with a sudden burst of strength. Now, because of the mistake,

Liang Jun had to be extra careful, his movements slow and deliberate, which ironically made both of them

feel even more flustered and confused. Liang Jun carefully inserted his fingers under her body, his entire palm resting

on her buttocks. He first lifted one thigh, spreading her legs apart. Although Zhuang Molan was still wearing

panties, the middle section was so narrow it was only two fingers wide, barely covering her.

Between her legs, a small bulge was visible,

with a few fine hairs peeking out from beside the panties. In his panic, Liang Jun still managed a glance; he

could vaguely see two closed doors. Looking at the groin area, the skin was a dark red, clearly different from

the fair skin of the rest of her body.

Liang Jun's heart pounded; he had already become erect. His hand

remained on Zhuang Molan's buttocks, caressing them. Her buttocks were wide and full, soft and smooth, making it

impossible for Liang Jun to concentrate.

Zhuang Molan had assumed that Liang Jun's caution would minimize the awkwardness, but it was precisely because of his caution

that she was more exposed, allowing Liang Jun to touch and examine her body more thoroughly and meticulously.

She wanted Liang Jun to hurry up, but fearing that speaking out would make things even more awkward, she pretended not to notice, keeping

her eyes tightly closed. When Liang Jun's hand brushed against her buttocks, it felt incredibly pleasurable; Zhuang Molan held

her breath, feeling the hairs on her body stand on end. Later, twice, his hand almost touched her inner thigh

, causing Zhuang Molan's heart to leap into her throat, a mixture of tension and longing, making her feel almost suffocated.

Because of her ankle injury, Zhuang Molan found everything inconvenient. Putting on her pants required

her turning to one side to pull them up halfway, then rolling back over. This brought her pelvis

against Liang Jun's body. Liang Jun's penis was already quite large, and now, with it pressing against Zhuang Molan

, the feeling of constriction sent a shiver through him, making him feel as if his penis had multiplied.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Molan, caught in a state of tension, desire, excitement, and panic, felt something large pressing

against her genitals. She immediately understood what was happening; her mind went blank, her

body stiffened, and she seemed to stop breathing. She felt a

strange longing, a desire for that thing to enter her, a burning thirst in her genitals. She felt herself becoming

wet, even sensing fluid leaking out.

At that moment, Zhuang Molan wanted Liang Jun to press close to her, and she also wanted to hint at him to take things further, but

she couldn't open her mouth or speak

. She remained frozen in place until Liang Jun pulled up his pants and put her back in her place. She breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt an indescribable sense of loss, as if something

had fallen out of her body.

Liang Jun pulled her pants up one last time, then bent down and fastened her belt over her lower abdomen

. His fingers gently brushed against her lower abdomen, giving her a tingling, itchy feeling. She couldn't help

but sigh. It seemed she was destined to be with this man in this life. Originally, they had no connection,

but because of her brother's lewd behavior, she had inexplicably become his victim, selling

bird's nest at a pittance, being taken advantage of by Liang Jun for nothing.

At that moment, she wished Liang Jun were dead. She believed she would never forgive him and

never see him again. However, things took an unexpected turn, leading her to do a personal interview with Liang Jun and

even practice ball together. And to make matters worse, she twisted her ankle. Just like that, she was once again

taken advantage of by him. It seemed she was destined to suffer this fate.

After Liang Jun pulled up her pants, he helped Zhuang Molan sit up. Both of them had the same thought:

since the most embarrassing part was over, nothing else mattered. Without asking permission, Liang Jun

pulled up Zhuang Molan's t-shirt, revealing her fair belly and her full bra.

The bra was too small, exposing most of her breasts. Liang Jun stared intently at her white...

The ball appeared straight and elastic, making his erection even stronger.

After much deliberation, in those few seconds, he quickly pulled off the t-shirt. Zhuang Molan

's body was completely naked except for her bra. Suddenly, Zhuang Molan felt an overwhelming

sense of loneliness and helplessness, and instinctively hugged her chest. Liang Jun sensed this subtle change; he understood Zhuang Molan's

feelings. If he took advantage of her now, she would be completely helpless,

utterly desperate. Despite a hint of desire within her, at this moment, she felt lonely and vulnerable,

so she subconsciously hugged her arms.

Liang Jun acted swiftly, without hesitation, taking her own clothes and putting

them on her. At that moment, Zhuang Molan felt incredibly warm, as if he were a wall she could lean on.

Most girls believe in fate,

whether . Zhuang Molan accepted her fate. This made her no longer regretful, simply accepting it as fate and not refusing to fight it

.

After Liang Jun dressed her, he helped her stand up. Her ankles hurt, making it difficult for her

to stand , so she naturally nestled into Liang Jun's arms. This time, Zhuang Molan didn't resist at all, letting him be

; it was fate anyway.

Seeing that she couldn't walk, Liang Jun squatted down and let her lie on him. Zhuang Molan hesitated

for a moment , then obediently lay down. Liang Jun stood up and carried her out.

Reaching Zhuang Molan's car, Liang Jun asked, "Can you still drive?" Zhuang Molan replied, "No problem, my

car has a continuously variable transmission." So, Liang Jun placed her beside the car, took the keys from her pocket, opened the door,

and bent down to lift her inside.

As he bent down to lift her, his face inevitably pressed against her breasts, and then

the pleasant scent of a woman, which he had previously ignored, filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. He instantly fell in love with that

woman's scent. Zhuang Molan had also overcome her initial discomfort; she was no longer embarrassed or nervous, but rather as natural as

a wife entrusting herself to her husband.

Zhuang Molan drove slowly, each time she refueled, she would break out in a sweat from the pain. Liang Jun

would constantly wipe her down with wet wipes from the car, and sometimes Zhuang Molan would even lift her head so

he could wipe the sweat from her neck. The two worked together, but a disagreement arose

over . Liang Jun insisted on a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, while Zhuang Molan wanted to find a TCM clinic,

or even a massage parlor. Unable to explain to Liang Jun, she simply said, "You don't understand," and made her decision on her own. They drove

to a TCM massage parlor. After getting out of the car, Liang Jun carried her inside. However,

it was at the massage parlor that they encountered paparazzi, and the photos were published online that same day, showing Liang Jun carrying her

with captions such as, "The innocent Zhuang Molan has finally found her sweetheart; the two are being very affectionate in the street."

It is said that her boyfriend is apparently an anti-Japanese war hero.

The two were surrounded by onlookers at the traditional Chinese medicine massage parlor, with many people asking for autographs, which

annoyed Liang Jun. He then understood why Zhuang Molan hadn't gone to the TCM hospital. After finally getting

a massage from the doctor, who had properly massaged Zhuang Molan's ankles, the two escaped the massage parlor and returned to Zhuang Molan's residence

.

Liang Jun was already sweating and panting after all that, but before he could catch his breath,

a new problem arose: Zhuang Molan needed to use the restroom. What to do?

Their eyes met, then looked away again—an even more awkward situation than before.

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