The girl I saw online turned out to be my counselor.

I woke up this morning with nothing much to do, so I downloaded the latest version of QQ—the cracked version with an IP address, the one by Mu Zi—and then aimlessly browsed the internet, though QQ was still logged in. "Ring..." A friend came online. The avatar of "Ocean's Heart" on the QQ panel changed from red to blue. Heh, the treasure appeared online right on time. I noticed that "Ocean's Heart's" online time was quite consistent; she usually went online after 9 AM, or even earlier, and then logged off around noon. In the afternoon, she would come online again after 2 PM, during typical working hours, and then log off again around 5:30 PM. This was the basis for my deduction that she was a professional woman, because only working professionals would have such a regular schedule. Hmm, "Ocean's Heart's" IP address was from our school! Could she just be an alumna, not a professional woman working a regular job? It's really hard to draw a conclusion, and I don't even know if this IP database is up-to-date. Oh well, let's chat for now. However, I could tell she still enjoyed chatting with me. She started telling me her troubles. I think maybe it's because men like me are more attractive to her, or maybe there's some other reason. She told me that she had a crush on a guy she knew who was younger than her, but she knew there was no future with him, which troubled her. Actually, this hit a nerve with me. I've always had an inescapable feeling towards my advisor, Su Jing (I always call her "Sister Jing," but I prefer to call her "Jing"). I really want to be close to her, I want to hug her slender waist, I want to kiss her cherry lips, I want to... So, from my freshman year, I joined the student union, just to spend more time with her. Every year on Valentine's Day, International Women's Day, her birthday, and other holidays, I would send her my blessings and gifts—a bouquet of flowers, a scarf, and so on. I can't explain why I have this feeling, but I think it was probably the moment I first saw her at the beginning of the semester that gave me this feeling. I remember, when I first entered university, I was lying alone on my bed in the dorm, listening to CDs and humming along, completely relaxed. Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance wafted to my nose. I looked up and saw a tall, slender woman standing at the dorm entrance, wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt and a well-fitting denim skirt that accentuated her long, beautiful legs. Looking closer, I saw a charming face beneath her neat hair, with pretty eyes, long eyelashes, a slightly upturned nose, and a delicate, cherry-like mouth. Wow, she really did resemble the Hong Kong and Taiwanese star Gigi Hadid! Her figure was impeccable. At 1.7 meters tall, she didn't have the common flaw of many Chinese women: a long torso and short legs. Her legs were shapely, her waist perfectly proportioned, her figure graceful, and while her breasts weren't large, they were firm and alluring. She had long, slender hands, and her entire being exuded a captivating femininity that could kill any man. From that day on, my heart was forever occupied by her. Actually, I knew there was no chance of anything developing between Su Jing and me. However, I've always believed that beautiful women are meant to be admired, like beautiful flowers. It's best to buy them and grow them at home, but if that's not possible, admiring them is still quite nice. So, when Su Jing got married in our second year of university, I knew in my heart that Su Jing was like a goldfish, only good for admiring. Let's not dwell on it; let's just consider Su Jing my eternal confidante. "Heart of the Ocean" also told me that she and her husband were having problems and didn't know how to resolve them. Haha, it seems I've hooked up with a resentful woman this time; it's a sure thing. I have to see my advisor this afternoon to discuss some issues with my graduation project, which is really annoying. But the thought of seeing Sister Jing in the department makes me quite willing to go. The student affairs office is on the third floor, and my advisor's office is also on the third floor. Listening to the old man enthusiastically talking at the blackboard, my mind was already on Sister Jing. Finally, the old man finished speaking, and I deliberately walked behind him because I wanted to go to the student affairs office alone. I'm a regular at the office, so I casually walked in. Sister Jing was still in her usual spot, and the other teachers were busy too. I glanced at Sister Jing's desk; she seemed to be working on something on the computer. When she saw me come in, her eyes met mine. I suddenly noticed a strange glint in Sister Jing's eyes when she looked at me, but it quickly returned to normal. I was puzzled; maybe it wasn't Sister Jing's gaze that was the problem, but rather mine. "Xiao Bei, it's been a while since I've seen you," Sister Jing's pleasant voice said. "Oh, I've been quite busy lately, with my graduation project." I really want to see you every day, but is that possible? I walked straight behind Sister Jing, hoping to see if there was anything I could help with. "Su Jing, phone call, why are you calling me?" A teacher in the same office called for Sister Jing to answer the phone. "Okay, coming right up. Come on, Xiao Bei, help Sister Jing take a look at this Excel spreadsheet." "Sure thing, no problem. I'm happy to serve a beautiful lady." I noticed that when I said this, Sister Jing seemed very happy, and her eyes seemed to have that strange look from before. Hehe, Sister Jing manages to balance work and play, even keeping QQ open during work hours. My eyes were fixed on Sister Jing's computer screen. Why does the number on the QQ panel look so familiar? 25647xxxx, could she be...? I clicked the mouse tremblingly, opening my QQ profile. "Heart of the Ocean" appeared before my eyes. My god, so Sister Jing is "Heart of the Ocean"! Could it be that she was the one chatting with me? Does she know that "Treasure Thief" is me? I looked up at Sister Jing, who was on the phone. After getting married, Jingjie became even more feminine. Every gesture, every smile, exuded womanly charm. She also maintained a great figure, becoming more voluptuous and curvaceous—a truly radiant young woman. I pretended to be calm as I looked at her, but my mind was filled with many questions and thoughts. Back in my dorm, I turned on my computer. "Heart of the Ocean" was still online. I tentatively asked her again, finally confirming that she didn't know I was the "Treasure Thief," just as I hadn't known Jingjie was "Heart of the Ocean" before. Haha, I was so happy! Through chatting with "Heart of the Ocean," that is, Jingjie, on QQ, I learned that Jingjie had developed feelings for me in real life, but she couldn't express them. I also suddenly understood that the look in Jingjie's eyes when she looked at me today wasn't strange at all; it represented a feeling, but she didn't dare to reveal it too openly. I knew what to do. I had devised a perfect plan in my mind. Sister Jing, I could finally kiss you! Finally… Sister Jing's birthday is in a few days, and my whole plan was to take advantage of that day. I continued chatting with her on QQ, but now things were different. I was in the shadows, she was in the open, and everything was under my control. I kept instilling in her the pleasure of lust and the thrill of infidelity, making her gradually feel that desire was more natural and more in line with human emotion than reason. Through our chat, I also learned that Sister Jing's husband was a doctor who often had to work overtime and night shifts. So he might have neglected her. But only in this way could I have an opportunity. The weather was nice today, and my mood was even better. Today is Sister Jing's birthday, but I didn't personally give her a gift as usual. "Treasure Thief, I'm in a really bad mood today." "Why?" "It's my birthday, but my husband is out of town attending a seminar, and that guy I told you about still hasn't given me a gift. He wasn't like this before." "Oh, what's making you even sadder?" "I can't really say, but right now I just want to see that guy, I just want him to be with me for my birthday tonight." Sister Jing, I understand your feelings. I won't let my beloved woman be sad. "Maybe that guy is too busy and forgot your birthday. But my intuition tells me you'll have a fulfilling, happy, and joyful night." "I hope so. I really hope he can cut the cake with me, because maybe after this year, we won't have another chance to see each other." Everything is as I wish. Sister Jing's husband isn't home; without that obstacle, everything will go more smoothly. Actually, I had already booked a karaoke room in advance. The facilities were excellent, the soundproofing was great, and most importantly, I'm a regular there. I know the staff very well; they were also part of my plan.

It was almost 5:30, so I went to the lobby of our college to wait for Sister Jing to get off work. I wanted to give her a surprise. The sound of high heels echoed down the hallway, accompanied by the familiar scent of perfume; Sister Jing was coming down. "Sister Jing, happy birthday," I said, my eyes fixed on her. "Xiao Bei, it's you! I thought you'd forgotten..." Sister Jing looked surprised, but it was clear she was very happy. "Sister Jing, it's your birthday today, let's have dinner together." Of course, Sister Jing agreed to my reasonable request. Today, Sister Jing was wearing a professional suit: a well-fitting short-sleeved silk blouse in a beige color that suited her skin tone perfectly; a knee-length pink skirt with a trendy tassel at the waist, further accentuating her slender figure. As for me, I'm 180cm tall and dressed appropriately. As we walked down the street, we attracted countless glances from passersby. After dinner, it was still early, a little after 7:00, so I put my plan into action. "Jing-jie, it's still early, let's go to karaoke. You haven't had your birthday cake yet." Before Jing-jie could react, I hailed a taxi, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the car, heading straight to the nightclub I had booked beforehand. In the car, I still held her hand. She tried to gently pull away, but I pretended not to notice and held on tightly. We arrived at our destination quickly. We went straight to a private room with an interesting name: Red Apricot. "Jing-jie, I've already ordered a birthday cake. I'll definitely be there to cut it with you on your birthday. Are you happy?" Under the alluring lights of the room, Jing-jie sat upright on the large leather sofa, her eyes revealing a restless unease. I knew that at this moment, Jing-jie was like a red apricot branch, wanting to step outside and see the world, to let more people admire her beauty, but also afraid of being hurt even more if she did. I needed to calm her down as quickly as possible. Just then, a male waiter pushed a birthday cake covered in candles into the private room, smiling and saying, "Happy birthday, Miss Su." "By the way, gentlemen, we have a new promotion. If you're a couple, we'll provide a complimentary fruit platter and champagne, plus a 50% discount." "Oh, how do we prove we're a couple?" "Hehe, simple. Just kiss for more than 10 seconds, and you're good to go." Actually, there was no special promotion; it was all my doing. This waiter is my buddy, and we'd discussed it beforehand. "Well, never mind, we don't want the discount. It's too embarrassing for the girl," I said, playing the bad cop. "Xiao Bei, such a great discount..." Sister Jing said softly, head down, face flushed. Ha, I knew Sister Jing was tempted. I had to strike while the iron was hot. Looking at Sister Jing, blushing and head down, as a man, I naturally had to make the move. I sat down next to Jingjie. The feminine scent emanating from her was far more pleasant than the air freshener in the room, and I could no longer control myself. I wrapped my right arm around her slender waist, lowered my head, and pressed my lips against hers before she could react. Jingjie, seeing that her student had kissed her, naturally tried to struggle. She hurriedly pulled her head back, but my left hand was already behind her head, holding it down to prevent her from moving. Wow, finally I could kiss Jingjie's fragrant lips—so sweet, so smooth. My tongue, like a snake's tongue, slipped into Jingjie's moist mouth. My tongue touched her teeth, searching for her delicate tongue. But she seemed to be trying to avoid me, but what could she do in that small mouth? My tongue teased hers, pressing against it, kissing it. Jingjie was clearly unable to withstand such teasing; her body trembled, her breath coming in rapid, irregular gasps, hot air escaping her nose, her hands helplessly supporting her on the sofa. My eyes didn't leave Jingjie either, staring intently into her eyes, telling her of my burning love, my infatuation, and through my gaze, giving her the courage to stray, conveying a message only we two understood. Our lips were pressed together for more than 10 seconds, of course. The waiter had already wisely left the private room and closed the door. Heh, I had already told him what to do. Jingjie's struggles gradually subsided. Her body relaxed, her breathing became more even, and the resistance in her eyes now seemed to show a hint of submission. Finally, she closed her eyes, letting her long eyelashes flutter. Jingjie's mouth became even more fragrant and moist; after a long kiss, saliva had naturally accumulated, but she was too shy to swallow it. I understood her embarrassment and guided her to bring her saliva to my mouth. I, in turn, took the opportunity to "return the favor" and forced her to swallow my saliva. At this moment, my hands were no longer so docile. I also understood the principle of striking while the iron was hot. My hand quietly reached to Jingjie's heaving chest, caressing her firm and alluring breasts through her clothes—it was torture for me. With her breasts touched, the maiden naturally made a move. She writhed, her hands fidgeting. "Jing, don't you understand how I feel about you? I...love...you..." My lips left Jing's delicate lips, moving to her ear to whisper passionately, my breath hot against her skin, my tongue involuntarily licking her earlobe and dabbing at her sensitive spots. Jing must be struggling with inner conflict. "Xiao Bei...I understand...um, I don't understand...I don't want to understand...I'm your teacher," Jing twisted her head, her voice muffled, a mixture of resistance and coquettishness. "I...I have a husband...Bei, don't do this...let go of your teacher..." "Jing, my love, I've waited four years. If I keep waiting, I don't know what I'll become. Jing, don't be bound by societal norms. We both have feelings for each other. Don't deceive yourselves anymore, Jing." Now I could say even the most cheesy things; I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Actually, if I hadn't discovered online that Jing had feelings for me, I wouldn't have dared to take this step. Now that I've taken the first step, I need to be even braver and take the second, third, and fourth steps. I'm playing with fire right now; if I do well, I'll enjoy the rewards; if I mess it up, I'll be burned alive. I don't know how deep Jing's feelings for me are, or if she'll be able to tolerate my actions. No, I need to make her feel impulsive and cooperate with me. I pulled Jing down onto the sofa, pressed my lips to hers, and slipped one hand inside her clothes, my fingers reaching for her firm breasts. Even silk can't compare to the smoothness of Jing's delicate, soft skin. I couldn't wait to completely possess her breasts, forcefully pushing up her silk bra, my fingers immediately attacking from both sides, teasing her left and right. Jing's breasts weren't very large on the outside, not particularly noticeable, but without the restraint of her clothes, they were incredibly fleshy and elastic, showing no signs of flatness even when she was lying down. My other hand, not to be outdone, reached under Jing's skirt. The air inside her skirt still carried a faint warmth, and my palms, whether from the heat or nervousness, were sweating. I couldn't look around; to avoid being stopped by Jing, I went straight to the point. Luckily, Jing was wearing bottomless stockings today, allowing me direct contact with her panties. Wow, Jing is really open-minded; she's wearing a thong. The moment my fingers touched the tender flesh barely covered by the panties, Jing reacted strongly. She tried to push my head away with her delicate hands, her legs clamping tightly together, her body twisting dramatically. It seemed Jing wasn't completely conquered by desire yet. The revolution is not yet complete, comrades must continue to strive! Although Jing's legs were clamping my hands tightly, how could that stop me? I clenched my fist, creating a small space between her thighs. I extended my index finger, placed it against the edge of her panties, forcefully spread a corner, and immediately slipped it inside. I touched the soft, slightly warm pubic hair, my finger tracing the newly developed dark forest. My middle finger also pressed against the base of her thigh. The thin strip of fabric was already damp, and the marks on her vulva were outlined by her vaginal fluid. I held my middle finger up, pressing it against her honey hole through her panties. Burn, let your desire ignite yourself, be still.

In the private room, under the pink fluorescent light, a man and a woman lay on the sofa. The man was constantly teasing and arousing the woman, whose hair was disheveled and clothes were in disarray. She writhed, her dazed eyes revealing both desire and self-reproach. It was clear that this woman would eventually succumb to this man's clutches. Jing felt my fiery embrace, my mouth, body, and even her most intimate parts were all enveloped by me. Initially, Jing resisted, but she was gradually conquered by the erotic atmosphere, her futile struggles lessening. My mouth was no longer limited to Jing's fragrance; I kissed her eyes, her cheeks, and licked her earlobes. Hot breath from my nostrils told Jing how excited I was. My hands, caressing her breasts, secretly unbuttoned Jing's blouse, allowing me more freedom to caress her luscious, rosy breasts. I forcefully ripped off Jing's panties, holding the soaking wet fabric to my nose. I inhaled deeply the intoxicating scent of the married woman, my penis throbbing painfully. "Jing, you smell so good, I'm really in love with you." I licked Jing's face, mouth, nose, and ears almost frantically, her neck, and then her breasts, which I had longed for. Jing was clearly infected by my lewdness. She was tired of her usual peaceful life and longed for something different. I was the man who could bring her that. Online, she had said she hated the smell of formaldehyde on her husband; she preferred a purer, stronger masculine scent and yearned for a man's wild love. Jing's breasts remained firm and round, her sensitive nipples already prominent. I couldn't resist any longer. I lowered my head and buried my face between her breasts without hesitation. Jing's fair and firm breasts were truly captivating. I licked them incessantly, taking most of one breast into my mouth and gently biting her nipple. Jing seemed to enjoy it, running her hand behind my head to comb my messy hair, but actually holding my head tightly as if afraid I would leave her and stop licking her breasts. Now that I had removed even the innermost covering, I was pushing my luck. Although Jing had been married for almost three years, I hadn't heard that she had a child, and I guessed her husband probably hadn't been visiting much lately, so her vagina was still tight; my fingers could clearly feel the pressure of the vaginal walls. But it was precisely this tightness that excited her with even the slightest stimulation. I pulled Jing's skirt down to her knees, revealing her beige top, which was half-open. Her light-colored bra was still on her chest, and her hair partially obscured her alluring eyes. This half-naked Jing appeared even more mysterious and seductive, making my erection throb even more painfully. Jing was still intoxicated by the lewd atmosphere. Desire had long since conquered her guilty conscience, like a red apricot blossom climbing a wall, yearning for more rain and sunshine to nourish her. Jing moved her body passionately, making it easier for me to lower her guard. I completely removed her skirt, stockings, and bra. Jing seemed to cooperate, half-heartedly letting me take off her top. Now, completely naked, Jing lay softly on the sofa, the pink light stimulating my senses. "Jing, you're so beautiful. You've completely captured my heart, so mesmerizing. I was completely conquered the moment I saw you." "Bei, love me, don't say anything more." Jing completely revealed herself, even offering her fragrant lips to mine. I was so excited I almost couldn't match her tongue. The taste of adultery is wonderful; what young woman doesn't yearn for spring? If you can conquer her body and soul, that's true enjoyment. Encouraged, my fingers moved with effortless ease inside Jing's wet opening, throbbing incessantly. Jing's vagina was overflowing; the leather sofa beneath her buttocks was soaked; the tiny pearl hidden deep within the crevice was excitedly erect. "Ah...uh...uh, ah..." Jing's moans were ordinary, but to me, they were so beautiful. My lips kissed from Jing's fragrant lips to her neck, across her firm breasts, across the Mariana Trench, and down her smooth, white belly to that alluring dark forest. Jing had a lot of pubic hair, but it was the shorter kind. Watching my hands moving in and out of her honeyed opening, I wanted a share. I lowered my head, my lips close to the flowing crevice. Jing saw my actions and seemed embarrassed: "Xiao Bei, no...uh, it's dirty..." How could the scent that Jing had accumulated throughout the day be considered dirty? It was the alluring scent of a married woman, the scent I had been dreaming of. I inhaled deeply the rich scent. "Jing, your body isn't dirty at all, it smells wonderful, Jing." I adjusted my position, kneeling on one knee in front of the sofa, right in front of Jing's vulva. I stubbornly lowered my head, my tongue licking her wet, glistening clitoris like a snake's tongue. Jing had never experienced such licking before; her trembling body said it all. I could only hear her rapid breathing and moans as I worked diligently, but these were the greatest encouragement to me. I freed one hand and reached down to Jing's heaving chest, wantonly kneading her breasts, which were now even more erect with excitement, pinching her erect nipples with my fingers. Jing's suppressed emotions were completely released. She pressed one hand against my head, while the other vigorously kneaded her own breasts. She was completely immersed in this union of body and soul, without any of her previous affectation. "Bei, don't stop... it feels so good... you're licking me... I feel so good..." I used my hands to pull Jing's pink legs open wider, exposing her honeyed cave completely before my eyes. I was no longer licking, but sucking. My entire face was pressed against her wetness, my nose smeared with her juices, my tongue deftly hooking and licking inside that curtain of water, flapping left and right, making a "smack, smack" sound. Jing fully enjoyed my sucking and licking, her jade buttocks pressing against my face in ecstasy. "Uh... ah, I... I... I'm coming... Bei, uh..." Soon, Jing reached the peak of pleasure under my licking. Her delicate body trembled with excitement, screaming hysterically. Her long-suppressed emotions were fully released, and the lingering self-reproach in her heart turned to ashes in the climax.

[The End]

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