The female student came to the associate professor's house

Exams always seem to come slower than students expect, but faster than they actually do. So when the associate professor of auditing announced before class ended 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 all 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, right?”
“Yes!” Wen-wen said, “But I don’t know if they’re 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 sheepishly. 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 incessantly.
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 exclaimed worriedly.
"Really!" the girl said, "They said he and his wife immigrated, but after they arrived in 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, immediately forgetting about the exam, and began exchanging information vividly, naturally embellishing the stories and stirring up trouble.
"Alright! Alright!" Abin, who hadn't said a word for a while, couldn't stand it anymore: "Lunch is ready, finish eating and start studying."
"Are you treating?" the girl asked.
“Uh,” Ah Bin stammered, changing the subject, “The weather’s really nice today.”
“You have no sincerity at all,” the girl said. “Don’t always cling to your girlfriend, we classmates are actually pretty good too! Ask me out once in a while…”
Ah Bin glanced shyly at Yi Ling and Wen Wen, quickly packing his bag. Yi Ling, quick-witted, suggested, “Okay, let’s eat together! And I’ll make copies of the notes for everyone.”
The last question was directed at Wen Wen, who nodded and said, “Okay.”
Everyone shouldered their bags and ate something haphazardly at the school gate’s self-service restaurant. Yi Ling, who usually didn’t study, didn’t dare to neglect her duties this time, so she proactively went to the photocopy shop to print out the notes, distributed them to everyone, and then scattered like birds to go back and study.
Yi Ling pulled Wenwen aside: "Wenwen, I have an idea..."
She told Wenwen her idea, and Wenwen listened, sometimes shaking her head, sometimes nodding. After Yi Ling finished speaking, she asked, "Is it good?" "
Is this okay?" Wenwen hesitated. Yi Ling was suggesting visiting the associate professor.
"Okay! Okay!" Yi Ling said, "I guarantee it will be perfect."
"But...but..." Wenwen said, "Why do I have to go with you
?" "Oh!" Yi Ling took her hand: "You have notes, so you'll have a better direction when you ask..."
"But...but..." Wenwen 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 was indeed very dark, with dark clouds overhead, and the air was very stuffy. Wenwen, always indecisive, was easily coaxed and tricked by Yiling, who dragged her to the faculty dormitory next to the school.
"This seems to be the one," Yiling said, jumping onto the doorstep and ringing the doorbell.
"Maybe not..." Wenwen hesitated.
"Come on up!" Yiling pressed the bell again.
"This might... upset the teacher..." Wenwen said with a pained expression.
"No way," Yiling said, pressing the bell a third time.
"It looks like it's going to rain...maybe..." Wenwen made up an excuse.
"Who is it?" But it was too late; the door had already opened. "Um, you..."
"Teacher!" Yiling flashed a charming and radiant smile.
"Looking for me?" The associate professor, wearing a t-shirt, was chewing something.
“Teacher,” Yi Ling said, pulling Wen Wen’s hand, “I’m so sorry, you’re eating… It’s like this, there were a couple of things we didn’t understand in class, and we couldn’t figure them out together. Could we… ask you again
?” Yi Ling spoke as if it were a genuine request, and the associate professor found it hard to refuse. A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, teaches skills, and resolves doubts. He scratched his ear and said, “Okay… okay… please come in!”
Yi Ling’s first move had worked. She winked at Wen Wen, and the two of them, hand in hand, followed the associate professor into the room.
“I’m sorry,” the associate professor said as they walked, “the room is a little messy…”
“Giggle…” Yi Ling and Wen Wen couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
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 both lit, books, bottles, jars, cups, plates, and bowls were on the sofa, and the long table was covered with papers and stationery. 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 apartment.
"Hehe..." The associate professor could only chuckle awkwardly, unsure what to do.
"Ah," Yi Ling said, "then you can continue eating first, we'll ask again later."
"Um... this..." The associate professor became dumbfounded, completely different from his authoritative demeanor in the classroom.
“Eat, eat,” Yi-ling said, taking Wen-wen’s hand. “Wen-wen, come on…”
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, though his eyes kept glancing nervously towards the kitchen. Faint sounds of water and other clinking noises came from the kitchen. Soon, Wen-wen came out carrying a plastic basket to collect the scattered bowls and chopsticks.
“Um… that…” the associate professor felt embarrassed and was about to say something.
“Eat your noodles, teacher,” Yi-ling said, also coming out carrying a larger basket.
The associate professor, like a kindergarten child, obediently picked up his noodles and silently sucked on them, as if he had done something wrong.
Wen-wen took the basket back to the kitchen, while Yi-ling squatted down next to the sofa, throwing her sweaty clothes one by one into the basket.
The associate professor ate his noodles while watching Yi Ling, who was focused on tidying up and didn't even glance at him. The associate professor blinked, a pang of sadness in his heart.
Yi Ling squatted there, her slender waist and delicate hips forming a beautiful curve. The associate professor stared at this vibrant student, somewhat dazed.
"Eating noodles, silly," Yi Ling said.
The associate professor snapped out of his reverie, feeling a little embarrassed at being called a silly person. Just then, Wenwen came out carrying an empty basket, easing some of the awkwardness.
"Boom!" A sudden clap of thunder startled Wenwen, making her flinch. Then came the sound of pouring rain.
"It's raining..." Yi Ling asked the associate professor, "Where's the washing machine
?" "You'll see it when you go out the back door of the kitchen..."
Yi Ling smiled sweetly at him, then turned and went back inside. The associate professor felt another pang of sadness. Wenwen swept the remaining dishes and chopsticks from the sofa, pushed them into a basket, and also went back to the back of the house.
The rain was pouring down. The associate professor, still distracted, picked up his noodles to eat again, but heard a "clang" and two girls' exclamations. He quickly spat out the noodles, stood up, and shouted, "What's wrong!"
"N-nothing..." was Yi Ling's reply.
The associate professor, worried, was about to go check when Yi Ling and Wenwen came out of the kitchen, both half-soaked. Yi Ling stuck out her tongue and chuckled, saying, "We bumped into each other when we opened the back door, and the bucket of water spilled..."
They patted themselves dry; Wenwen's white shorts still had a large mud stain on them. 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.
"Professor..." 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 quickly!"
Wen Wen glared at Yi Ling at first, but then quickly realized what was happening and said, "Yeah, why are you so late
?" She ran to the door and pulled Xue Mei inside: "Hey, weren't you still coughing? You're soaking wet..."
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, scratching his head.
"Shirts and t-shirts are fine, let's change out of 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.
“It’s clean, it’s clean,” the associate professor said. “It’s in the room, I’ll take you there.”
The associate professor opened the bedroom door. While it wasn’t exactly tidy, it was much better than the living room. Yi Ling went in, and Wen Wen pulled Xue Mei along. Xue Mei hesitated a little, but followed.
The associate professor rummaged through the wardrobe and found several shirts. They were all clean, and 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 quieted down after the associate professor left, and even the outside world became quiet. Wenwen looked at the window by the bed and said, "The rain is getting lighter..."
"Ahem..." Xuemei said, "What...what are you doing here
?" "And what are you doing here?" Yiling smiled sweetly, gently stroking Xuemei's hair.
Xuemei turned her head away, remaining silent.
"Ah, let's quickly change our clothes!" Wenwen said.
Yiling responded and naturally and gracefully took off her wet clothes. Wenwen was a little more reserved, turning her back to the two of them and unbuttoning her clothes as well. Xuemei didn't move, not even looking at the two of them.
"Yiling, you have a really good figure," Wenwen said.
Yi Ling took off her outer clothes, pants, shoes, and socks. Just as she was about to unbutton her bra, she saw Wen Wen was already putting on her shirt and 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, leaving them both in only small panties, revealing their fair skin.
"You have a nice figure too!" Yi Ling playfully reached out and flicked Wen Wen's pale pink breast while Wen Wen was putting her shirt back on.
"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 still unbuttoned, jumped over to take the hairdryer, pulling Wen Wen out of the associate professor's embrace, 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, "Are there any more towels?"
This little devil, Yi Ling, had her clothes unbuttoned, and her round, plump breast trembled precariously. The associate professor swallowed hard.
"I...I'll go get it..." he said.
"Bang!" The door slammed shut again.
Wenwen, her cheeks flushed, buttoned her clothes up. Yi Ling, holding a hairdryer, walked over to Xue Mei, who was still in wet clothes and hadn't moved.
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 and sat down on the edge of the bed, she showed no intention of taking off her clothes.
A knock came at the door. The associate professor said from outside, "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, "Teacher, 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 tossed her hair, still remaining silent. Yiling draped a shirt over Xuemei's shoulders, jumped off the bed, and started to take off her long skirt. Suddenly, Xuemei's pretty face flushed crimson.
Yiling ignored her and continued to remove her skirt. Xuemei covered her hands with her underwear, a pair that Abin had recently given her; the backside was made of sheer fabric.
Yiling giggled, reaching out to touch Xuemei's bottom, saying, "Oh dear! Even here is wet!"
She then tried to remove Xuemei's underwear, but this time Xuemei refused. Yiling stood up, laughing as she removed her own underwear: "Silly girl, mine is wet too. It must be so uncomfortable wearing them."
Although the shirt covered her, Xuemei could still see Yiling's dark private parts. Yiling lifted the shirt to her waist, revealing her fragrant body. She said to Xue Mei, "What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid of you seeing my good figure!"
Xue Mei couldn't help but cough twice, gritting her teeth, still pulling her 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 hairdryer, found the socket, squatted behind Xue Mei, and started drying her hair.
The warm air blew onto Xue Mei's cold hair, and the two stopped talking until Yi Ling had completely dried her hair. Xue Mei suddenly started coughing again, and coughed incessantly. Yi Ling patted her back, and she shook her hand to indicate she was alright.
Yi Ling got off the bed, casually buttoned 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's, would you like some?" Yi Ling opened her palm; there was a capsule.
Xuemei nodded, took the medicine, swallowed it, and drank a sip of water.
Yiling sat down next to Xuemei, staring intently at her face.
"Where's Wenwen?" Xuemei asked.
"Still tidying up the kitchen," Yiling said. "Honestly, Xuemei, you're very pretty."
Xuemei blushed again, her eyes looking out the window.
"The rain has stopped..." Yiling also looked out the window and said, "Come on!"
Yiling pulled Xuemei, 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," Yiling said.
"Yiling," Xuemei said, "I'm sorry..."
"What?" Yiling asked.
Xuemei shook her head and didn't say anything more. Yi Ling rolled her eyes at her, then slapped her on the bottom with a quick, unexpected move.
Xue Mei gasped, realizing she was only wearing almost transparent underwear, while Yi Ling wasn't wearing any pants. The two of them were sitting there, looking out the window with their butts sticking out, Yi Ling's arm around her shoulder, both laughing hysterically.
"We rarely talk..." Yi Ling said.
"Mm." "
Hmm, do you have a boyfriend?" Yi Ling suddenly asked.
"..." Xue Mei thought of A Bin and blushed again: "Why are you asking this
?" "Do you have one?
" Xue Mei couldn't answer immediately. Did she have a boyfriend? A Bin didn't seem like a boyfriend, but answering no seemed a little embarrassing.
"You don't really have one, do you?" Xue Mei looked back into the distance.
“Not really,” Yi Ling pondered, “It’s so strange…”
“What’s strange
?” “Such a beautiful woman, are you hesitant or is she hesitant?”
“You’re talking nonsense…”
“What nonsense am I talking…” Yi Ling rested her head on Xue Mei’s shoulder.
“…” Xue Mei said, “Hey, don’t do this…”
“What do I mean?” Yi Ling said, “Can’t I even lean on you?”
“No… I’m not talking about that… I mean…” 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 discovered that behind the rounded shape of her buttocks, besides the apple-green color of her 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 hairdryer by the bedside and cleverly flicked it at the creature. The dark shape was thrown off the bed and landed on the floor. It turned out to be a large spider, about half the size of a palm. Yi Ling knelt down on the edge of the bed, picked up a shoe, and slapped the spider until it was mangled and bloody.
"Uh...uh..." Xue Mei trembled with fear: "It...it...it bit me..."
"Where did it bite?" Yi Ling bent down.
"My...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 at her 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 closely.
There was a thin, red, thread-like scratch mark diagonally across Xue Mei’s right buttock. Yi Ling guessed that it was from the spider’s sharp claws when she pushed it away.
“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.
"Here?
" "No, not here either."
Yi Ling asked her twice more, and Xue Mei didn't feel any pain. Yi Ling felt relieved, thinking 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 twitching incessantly: "It's 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.
“Yiling…”
“Don’t move, don’t move,” Yiling said, “I need to take another look…”
A few fine, soft hairs grew around Xuemei’s anus. Yiling guessed Xuemei herself didn’t know. She gently pulled out one or two of them, and Xuemei couldn’t help but moan, her face turning bright red.
“Hmm… Ouch… What are you doing?”
“Let me check for you,” she said. “I’ll look further down.”
Looking further down, they reached an unbelievable place, and Xue Mei’s face burned hot enough to strike a match.
“No…no…I hope I don’t bite there.”
“Who knows?” Yi Ling said. “It’s better to check.”
Yi Ling crouched behind Xue Mei, still using her fingertips to delicately brush the pubic hair clinging to her buttocks.
“Xue Mei…
” “Mmm.”
“Has that person seen you here
?” “Who
?” “That…not-quite-boyfriend…” Yi Ling finished brushing her hair: “Did he
?” “Don’t talk nonsense.
” Yi Ling laughed: “Hehe…”
Xue Mei didn’t know what she was laughing at.
“Actually, I have a lot of boyfriends like that,” Yi-ling said. “I was going to say that your boyfriend must have complimented how pretty you are down there.”
“What…what are you looking at…”
“It really is pretty!” Yi-ling pressed her face against her buttocks.
Xue-mei only remembered Ah-bin saying her little garden was delicate; she didn’t know what “pretty” meant, but having someone stare at that place and touch it was truly embarrassing.
“Is it okay, Yi-ling?” she asked.
“Not really,” Yi-ling said, “It’s a little itchy here, isn’t it?”
Yi-ling’s fingernails were scratching her genitals, and Xue-mei nodded in acknowledgment.
“I knew it,” Yi-ling said.
“What to do, what to do?” Xue-mei cried, her eyes filled with anguish.
“Don’t worry,” Yi Ling said, “I’ll think of something.”
Yi Ling’s method was rather strange. She used the tip of her fingernail to prick Xue Mei’s closed petals, then slowly slid it back and forth. Xue Mei’s skin crawled with goosebumps again. Yi Ling carefully and meticulously repeated the process of parting the pink flesh, gently pricking it. After a while, finally, a pearl-like droplet of water was squeezed into the center of the petals.
“Are you feeling any better?” Yi Ling asked.
In fact, Xue Mei felt even itchier. She didn’t know how to say it, and wanted to get up so Yi Ling wouldn’t see her, 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 clever little devil, was well aware of this. Seeing that Xue Mei had no idea what to do, she became even more emboldened, wetting her index finger and secretly digging it between the two plump 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.
Wen Wen cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and wanted to call them out to ask about their homework. She walked to the bedroom door and saw it was ajar. She gently pushed it open a little and saw Yi Ling kneeling on the bed, Xue Mei kneeling beside Yi Ling's knees, her buttocks sticking up high. Yi Ling's finger was deeply inserted into Xue Mei's vagina, slowly moving in and out from time to time.
Wen Wen was immediately dumbfounded.
"What...what's going on?" Although she couldn't see Xue Mei's face, she knew Xue Mei was trembling all over. This didn't make sense. Wenwen doubted her eyes, shaking her head, completely bewildered.
Yi Ling used her index finger to thrust inside Xue Mei's body while simultaneously kneading her breasts with her palm. Xue Mei's voice sounded like a low sob, and she released a slippery fluid.
Yi Ling lowered her head and said something to Xue Mei. Xue Mei first shook her head, then nodded, clearly her mind in turmoil. Wenwen looked at the cherry-like fluid dripping from Xue Mei's thighs and blushed, because she herself seemed to be getting wet.
Wenwen felt dizzy. She hadn't expected the whole situation to change so drastically. How could a visit to her teacher have turned into this? She reached for the doorknob, intending to close the door, but before she could look away, she took a half step back and bumped into a large chest. Wenwen was shocked and quickly covered her mouth to avoid making a sound. She cautiously glanced sideways at the room. 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, unable to say or do anything 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 the room continued. Xuemei was being manipulated by Yiling until her body writhed 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 as if it were rubbing against her.
Wenwen wasn't a primary school student; of course 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. At this moment, 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. His rough stubble brushed against her cheek. Wenwen frowned, closed her eyes, and tried to grab the associate professor's wrists, but his hands slid upwards, grabbing her breasts instead.
His reason was slipping away, and Wenwen was frantic.
Without a bra, the associate professor's large hands completely gripped her youthful breasts, caressing them with unabashed arrogance. Though his movements weren't gentle, Wenwen's small, firm breasts pressed against his palms, hardening repeatedly.
"Mmm..." Xuemei groaned softly from inside the room, collapsing to the ground.
Wenwen felt her strength melting away from her legs upwards; she couldn't stand, her body weak and swaying downwards. The associate professor didn't try to support her; instead, he crouched down beside her. Wenwen's center of gravity shifted, and she had to hold onto the wall, 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. He nibbled at the back of her neck, both of them breathing heavily.
"Oh...don't do this..." Wenwen weakly protested.
However, the associate professor clearly wasn't going to accept her suggestion, because his left hand had already left her breasts 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, the last line of defense. But her hand was still resting on the wall, so the associate professor easily pinched her swollen mons pubis with just two or three fingers.
"Teacher..." Wenwen tried to close her legs, but it was too late.
"Ugh... ugh..." 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 offered, because before she could finish speaking, the associate professor's fingers had already untied the lace of her panties and were rubbing against her vulva.
"Ah...ah...no...don't do this..." Wenwen stammered, unable to speak.
The associate professor's heavy breathing echoed behind her head, and his right hand slid down, both hands groping and teasing her, leaving Wenwen feeling sticky and uncomfortable. She could only grit her teeth and whimper in resentment.
As she touched him, one of his hands suddenly disappeared, and Wenwen felt a sudden emptiness. Why hadn't the teacher stopped touching her
? The associate professor's body was stirring restlessly behind her, rustling and whispering. A moment later, the missing hand reappeared, this time touching her buttocks and pulling at her underwear, pulling it to one side, leaving her completely exposed and feeling cold. 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, Wenwen began to feel that the associate professor's fingers were becoming very strange. Wenwen couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange; in fact, she couldn't think straight, her whole body felt hot and steamy.
But soon, Wenwen knew 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 pressed his body against hers, and that huge finger—no, that penis—push forward, disappearing into Wenwen's plump lips.
“Mmm…” Wenwen couldn't help but moan. She couldn't stop him anymore, and she didn't stop him.
“Lift…lift your buttocks up, okay?” the associate professor said.
Okay, okay, okay, Wenwen's little head was still thinking, but her body involuntarily knelt forward slightly. Her waist tightened, and her buttocks naturally lifted up. 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 advances; 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 emotion, and forgot what he was about to do.
“Teacher…” Wenwen said, “I…I’m ready…”
“Ugh, ugh.” The associate professor suddenly realized and quickly thrust twice.
"Eee... um..."
Wenwen whimpered softly, her elastic vagina gripping the associate professor with indescribable pleasure. The associate professor, now middle-aged, could no longer maintain the magnificence of his youth, but strangely, today he felt like he was in his early twenties—not just hard, but throbbing and aching, making him intensely aroused. Relying on his superior strength, he squatted down and began thrusting 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 laboriously, her alluring shyness written all over her face. Her knees were still on the ground, her legs trembling involuntarily as she maintained the arched back position, her vagina contracting rhythmically. The veins on the associate professor's penis were bulging fiercely, and with each stroke against her vaginal walls, she gripped him with intense pleasure, the sensation traveling from his extremities to his spine, driving him almost to madness.
He thrust in and out rapidly, the squatting position incredibly inconvenient, yet there was an awkward, strange pleasure urging him to go faster, faster…
“Teacher…it’s so deep…” Wenwen moaned.
“Good girl…it 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 amazing…Teacher hasn’t done this in so long…”
“Oh…” Wenwen answered him softly, “Oh…ah…”
The associate professor turned his head to kiss her cheek. Wenwen closed her eyes, her cherry lips lightly meeting his. They immediately kissed passionately.
Although the associate professor felt indescribably good, he was also very tired, as his stamina was not what it used to be. But seeing Wenwen’s shy yet satisfied expression, he could only continue to muster his energy, thrusting his hips and shaking them against Wenwen’s breasts.
“Oh…Teacher…” Wenwen breathed coquettishly, “Faster…faster…oh…deeper…ah…”
This was going to kill him! Faster was putting the associate professor in a difficult position.
However, how could he show weakness in front of this beautiful girl? The associate professor went even faster and deeper, each thrust reaching the deepest part of Wenwen's body. He would touch it briefly, then immediately pull back, only to plunge in again, leaving Wenwen breathless.
Wenwen's panties, which had been pulled to one side, gradually rolled back along her buttocks due to their movements. The crotch of her panties had become tangled into a rope, nestled between her labia, binding her clitoris and also constricting the associate professor's penis. The two of them felt another wave of erotic ecstasy.
"Teacher... oh... teacher... teacher... I... I'm almost there... um... I'm almost... almost there... um..."
"Come... come... teacher will help you... come..."
"Um... um..."
Just as the teacher and student were at the crucial moment, they heard someone giggle beside them, which startled them greatly.
"Keep going..." Yi Ling, who was squatting by the door watching them with a comical laugh, said, "Why did you stop
?" "Ouch!" Wenwen immediately covered her face with her hands, while the associate professor stared blankly.
"Um...uh...um..." the associate professor tried to say something.
"Hurry up!" 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 speed.
"Mmm..." Wenwen still covered her face, but he 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 Yiling was watching, and she reverted to her usual reserved self, trying her best not to embarrass herself. However, her body trembled more and more violently. The associate professor knew that she absolutely couldn't stop now, so he spurred her on, letting loose completely.
That mischievous Yiling, not even squatting properly, rested her chin on her right hand while her left hand pinched Wenwen's breasts, causing Wenwen immense discomfort. Her shame transformed into wanton desire; her vulnerable lower body, like a leaky faucet, secreted a continuous stream of lustful fluid, seeping onto the floor, soaking a large patch.
While the associate professor was having sex with Wenwen, he kept glancing at the half-naked Yiling. Yiling noticed his lecherous eyes darting over her, so she smiled at him sideways, deliberately shifting her hips as if unconcerned, and spreading her legs wide, revealing her tender private parts. The associate professor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; his penis was rock hard, and he thrust into Wenwen relentlessly.
Almost simultaneously, Wenwen's vagina spasmed violently, accompanied by a soft "gurgling" sound, and she gushed out fluid. 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 for breath. The associate professor also sat down heavily, exhaling a long 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 be listless, she stretched, then straightened her legs, gradually opening them wider, bending one leg and placing it on the back of the sofa. Clearly, she was about to pounce
. Her hands slipped under her legs, first gently protecting her private parts, then lightly kneading her vulva with her left and right hands, drawing out sticky nectar from her thick, fleshy opening. The associate professor greedily swallowed, his still-erect penis springing upwards as if springy, swaying back and forth. Yi Ling extended her left index finger and beckoned to him. The associate professor stood up as if in a daze, ignoring Wenwen, and followed her lead towards the sofa.
Yi Ling's beautiful eyes were fixed on the associate professor's eyes. The associate professor, his erect penis as hard as a stone slab, came to within half a meter of the sofa. Yi Ling raised her hand 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, his entire body straight up to her side.
Yi Ling pinched the penis that bulged from his crotch. It looked very proud, and since it had been erect at the door earlier, it hadn't gone soft, 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, with minimal effort, made him tremble all over, his middle-aged, protruding belly twitching repeatedly. Yi Ling secretly chuckled. Since she was going to see it through, she used her whole palm to grasp it and began to gradually increase the speed of her massage. The associate professor's penis swelled and became red and shiny from her grip. 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 a meaningless gurgling sound in his throat.
Yi Ling's hand moved more violently, as if trying to break the associate professor's penis.
"So big!"
Wenwen, who had somehow appeared beside Yi Ling, sat down next to her, curiously examining the associate professor's virile member.
"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…”
“No…it’s so embarrassing…” “
Embarrassing my foot! What nonsense are you talking about?” Yi Ling rolled her eyes at her. “This thing was making you feel like you were dying just now, wasn’t it
?” Wen Wen pouted unhappily, but still lowered her head. Yi Ling moved aside, and Wen Wen took the associate professor’s penis into her mouth. Yi Ling switched to her other hand and continued rubbing it without stopping.
“Teacher,” she leaned closer to him, “Are you still holding back? Are you coming yet
?” The associate professor was so numb he couldn’t even speak. Yi Ling kept urging him, “Come on, come on!”
“Uh…ah…” The associate professor was dazed and confused.
Yi Ling used her final move, opening her mouth to bite the associate professor's waist without warning. The associate professor cried out in pain, "Ouch..." His dying, violent trembling subsided, his cries grew dull, and his body went limp. His penis throbbed and swelled. Yi Ling and Wenwen 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. Wenwen was the first to be affected, taking the first bite, her mouth filled with the taste of a man. She quickly spat it out, and the associate professor's second spurt of semen sprayed onto her face.
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Yi Ling hurriedly opened her mouth and took it from him, her small, delicate tongue pressing against the labia majora. The associate professor's semen flowed freely, covering the two girls' faces with it.
The associate professor had indeed been a virgin for a long time. Wenwen squinted and said, "So much... ah... and... so hot..."
Yi Ling was also surprised by the amount the associate professor ejaculated. She waited until he had almost finished before taking his penis back into her mouth, intermittently sucking and pecking, drawing out the last remaining part of his penis.
Finally, the associate professor deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing towards Yi Ling and Wenwen. They made him sit back in the middle, the three of them sprawled out in a heap. The associate professor gasped for breath, unable to speak. Wenwen tilted her head back and kissed his cheek, saying, "Thank you, teacher."
His thoughts were in turmoil; he couldn't figure out whether he should be punished or thanked for doing this. Yiling's hand cradled his half-exposed scrotum, gently kneading the wrinkled skin.
"Oh...you two little devils..." the associate professor said comfortably.
"Teacher likes devils, doesn't he?" Yiling smiled.
"Ah, 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 was still fully clothed, which looked rather inappropriate. Yiling then unfastened his belt and pulled down his trousers, while Wenwen helped pull down his pant legs, taking off his underwear as well.
“Mmm…” Yi Ling touched his penis and said, “I wonder if it can still be used.”
The provocation in her words was too strong. The associate professor stretched out his arms and pulled them both close, grasping one of their penises in each hand. Yi Ling lowered her body and took the softened penises into her mouth, stirring them with her tongue.
“Oh…” The associate professor became happy again.
The associate professor’s hands left Yi Ling’s penises and moved 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.
The associate professor gently patted her buttocks, 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...humph..." 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 traced circles along the sulcus of his penis with her tongue, her small hands stroking it. 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 very moist, her breasts sticky and tender, and the associate professor's fingers sank deeper and deeper. 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 her chance for revenge, using the advantageous position to pin Yiling's legs down, rendering her completely immobile. The associate professor immediately climbed on top of her, leaning down to kiss her.
"Slow down...slow down...no...no..." Yiling pushed him away.
"No, no," Wenwen said gleefully.
"No...no..."
"Yes...yes..." Wenwen said.
"No...no...it wasn't me...it wasn't me..."
"Stop it," Wenwen gloated, "Now it's your turn. Teacher, hurry up and insert it."
"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..."
Seeing her struggling so earnestly, the associate professor stopped to listen to her.
"What did you say
?" "It's that...that...inside...inside..." Yi Ling whispered in the associate professor's ear.
The associate professor followed Yi Ling's gaze and saw the bedroom door 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...but she's sleeping!" the associate professor said.
"She was just pretending to sleep," 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 again. "Come on, get up! I'll show you if you don't believe me." The associate professor
sat up. Wenwen, who hadn't heard what they were saying, was worried that this slutty Yi Ling was up to something again, so she quickly crossed her arms and sat down to the side, afraid the associate professor would pounce on her.
Yi Ling also sat up straight and gestured for the associate professor to get off the sofa. The associate professor obeyed and stood up. Yi Ling first helped him take off his shirt, leaving him naked, then reached out and grabbed his crotch. The associate professor, once again, turned into a balloon, obediently letting her lead him towards the bedroom.
Wenwen, seeing that it wasn't her business, curiously followed behind to see what was happening.
Yi Ling and the associate professor approached 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 his usually most diligent student, her two pink thighs, half-white buttocks, and the mysterious area where her legs crossed, partially exposed, the light and shadow intertwined, still glistening with moisture. His heart pounded, his penis trembling uncontrollably.
"See," Yi Ling said, close to him, "Isn't it right
?" The associate professor nodded.
"Then go for it!" Yi Ling urged him. "
Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" the associate professor hesitated.
"If it's inappropriate, you're very fierce," Yi Ling protested, "Go for it!"
The associate professor's lower abdomen ached terribly. Since Yi Ling wanted him to go, he swayed unsteadily towards the bed.
"What are you doing?" Yi Ling grabbed him again.
"You...you told me to go," the associate professor quickly protested.
"Idiot, are you stupid?" a student scolded the teacher. "Don't you know women should 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 he should kiss her. He paused for a moment, then directly kissed Xue Mei's lips. Xue Mei remained motionless as the associate professor savored her fragrant, soft, red lips. They were truly delicious, and 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 Xue Mei, lying down on the bed facing her. 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 clearly different from Yiling's smooth palm; it was the associate professor, of course. 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 nipples.
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, and Xue Mei's leg remained draped over the associate professor. His entrance was open, and his erect penis trembled, pressing against her vulva. He felt it was hot and thick; his vaginal fluids had already overflowed.
Xue Mei shuddered again. The associate professor, tasting the pleasure, throbbed even more. Xue Mei's shoulders trembled, and she let out soft moans, "Oh...oh..."
The associate professor cupped his penis in his hand, rubbing it with her fluids. 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 ** opened up, the red ** parting the firm path, barely allowing half of his head to bury inside. Then the associate professor ignored her, his hands roaming and caressing her back. Xue Mei felt uncomfortable all over; after waiting for a long time, he was still only touching her back, so she intentionally or unintentionally swayed her hips, letting his ** rub against the entrance of her vagina, trying to relieve the restlessness of being violated.
But no matter how much she shook him, the associate professor remained motionless at the entrance, like a wooden statue. She made a few soft "uh" sounds, but he seemed oblivious.
Frustrated and helpless, Xue Mei gritted her teeth, abandoned all pretense of modesty, and forcefully flipped over, straddling the associate professor's body. He was pushed flat, and she sat down, his penis silently plunging into her beautiful opening.
"Oh..." came the associate professor's cry.
Xue Mei's sense of urgency was quite different from Wen Wen's. Wen Wen was like two closed doors, while Xue Mei was like a pair of jeans that were too small—barely fitting, but bound tightly in every place, forcing herself to wear them would inevitably leave her breathless.
Once Xue Mei mounted him, she couldn't stop. Since she was already humiliated, what did it matter? She closed her eyes, tossed her hair, vigorously swayed her hips, and wriggled happily, her hands supporting the associate professor's waist.
After riding her like this for several dozen times, she suddenly opened her eyes, only to find the associate professor staring at her intently. Xuemei was mortified 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.
Xuemei then continued her swaying, but after only a few dozen more strokes, she collapsed onto the associate professor, unable to move.
"What's wrong?" the associate professor asked through the book.
"Hmm..." Xuemei said weakly, "I'm out of strength..."
The associate professor secretly smiled, but ultimately couldn't bear it, so he reached out and held her waist, thrusting 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 were creating together. As she continued thrusting, the book on her face was slowly removed, and Xue Mei leaned her face close to his, quietly studying him.
"Is it comfortable?" he asked gently.
Xue Mei nodded.
"Then why aren't you moaning
?" "Moan what
?" The associate professor stopped and said, "Call me." "
Call you?" Xue Mei stammered, "Teacher... teacher."
"No," he said.
Xue Mei didn't understand; she only felt flustered that he had stopped.
"Not teacher," the associate professor said, "husband."
Xue Mei blushed and shook her head, saying, "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, but she didn't moan.
"Moan now..." the associate professor thrust even more fiercely, aiming straight for her clitoris.
"..."
"Darling," the associate professor lingered, "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 tremble violently.
"Oh...oh...husband..." Xue Mei hugged him tightly.
"My little darling...my little darling..." the associate professor was already panting.
He gripped Xue Mei's buttocks firmly with both hands, his fingers sinking into her elastic flesh.
"Ah..." Xue Mei arched her body and cried out.
The associate professor felt that every thrust was like pushing a millstone through a crowded throng; the sensation was incredibly acute, reaching every limb and bone. Before he knew it, his lower abdomen burned like fire, his buttocks tightened, and a torrent of strong fluid 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 out 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 asked skeptically.
"Husband..." Xue Mei said.
The associate professor was satisfied. He pulled her closer, and the two intertwined their necks, gradually sinking 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 turned over, her mind in turmoil. Hearing the rustling behind her, the associate professor turned around and saw that she was awake. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
“You’re awake.” “
Old…” she hesitated, “Old…”
“Mm.
” “Husband…” she whispered.
“Good girl,” he gently stroked her face, “Are you hungry? I’ll make you a bowl of noodles.”
It seemed that the associate professor only knew how to make instant noodles.
“Mm, 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're leaving now. Thank you for your teaching today. Xuemei will ask about the homework we haven't asked yet. Xuemei's cough isn't getting better any faster, please give her another dose of medicine later. Bye-bye. Ling & Wen."
At the end of the note were two girls making faces.
"Hmph, it's all their fault," Xuemei pouted.
"And you're still talking," the associate professor said, pointing to the ground, "Who killed my spider
?" "Your spider?" Xuemei's eyes widened. "It was yours...it...it bit me."
"I kept it to eat cockroaches, it wouldn't bite," the associate professor laughed, pressing her head down. "But it's okay, I'll trade you for the spider."
Xuemei blushed again. "Who wants to trade with you?"
"It's a trade, or you'll have to pay me back with the spider." The associate professor said slyly, "I'm going to make instant noodles, wait a minute."
The associate professor kissed her and left the room. Xuemei looked at the note, then at the room, then at the unfortunate spider, and couldn't help but stare blankly.

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