The Revenge of the Campus Belle of T University

Chapter 1:

The maple leaves on the campus of T University had long been dyed red by the autumn wind, dancing on the branches in the afterglow of the setting sun, like flames in

an impressionist painting.

At the campus gate,

Liang Zhixun angrily stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette and said to Song Liqian, "Damn it, why hasn't

that shown up yet? Song, give her a call."

Song Liqian took out his phone, but Zhao Ruoyun's call went unanswered.

When he dialed again, the other end displayed "The other party's phone is switched off

. "

"Boss, Zhao Ruoyun isn't answering the phone, and it's switched off,"

Song Liqian said.

"Damn, does she want to ruin her reputation?"

Lian Zhen expressed disbelief.

Liang Zhixun thought for a moment and said, "I just received a text message from Yang Ren at Anqing Hospital. It says Zhao Ruoyun's

father passed away. She should be at home taking care of the funeral arrangements right now. Damn, we need to remind her from time to time, so she remembers

who she really is. Let's go, let's go to her house and have some fun!"

Liang Zhixun started his motorcycle.

As the evening glow painted the sky, a high-performance motorcycle carrying three thugs sped towards the villa where Zhao Ruoyun lived.

A series of crisp cell phone rings echoed in the quiet school hospital ward.

Zhao Ruoyun slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

She picked up the phone and glanced at it. She

didn't answer, but instead frowned slightly and tossed it aside.

Lin Wanqiang, who had been watching over Zhao Ruoyun, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her awake.

He asked with concern, "Ruoyun, you're finally awake. You were unconscious for so long."

Zhao Ruoyun saw the utterly sincere expression on Lin Wanqiang's handsome, simple face.

A pang of sadness welled up in her heart, and she almost blinked, managing a weak smile at him.

Just then, the phone rang again.

Zhao Ruoyun grabbed the phone and hung up without even looking at it.

Lin Wanqiang noticed tear tracks still lingering on Zhao Ruoyun's beautiful cheeks.

Her eyes, which usually shone with confidence and pride, were now veiled in a cloud of sorrow

.

He leaned closer to the bedside, supporting Zhao Ruoyun's delicate shoulders, and asked, "Ruoyun, you're not

hiding from me, are you?"

Zhao Ruoyun was slightly taken aback.

She asked Lin Wanqiang, "Why do you ask that?"

Lin Wanqiang said, "I've noticed you've lost a lot of weight these days. Plus, you keep saying strange things

. You didn't answer the phone earlier, so I was worried about you."

Zhao Ruoyun smiled.

She patted Lin Wanqiang's head and said, "Senior, I'm sorry. I've been

busy with my father's illness these past few days. I haven't been in the mood for anything else. I'm so sorry for neglecting you

. I'll make it up to you properly after things settle down."

Lin Wanqiang said, "As long as you're happy, I don't care. Let's finish your father's

funeral arrangements . Come on, I'll take you home."

Lin Wanqiang reached out to help Zhao Ruoyun get up from the bed.

But she remained dazed, showing no intention of moving.

Lin Wanqiang called out, "Ruoyun?"

Zhao Ruoyun suddenly grabbed Lin Wanqiang's arm and hugged him tightly.

Lin Wanqiang, somewhat at a loss, embraced Zhao Ruoyun.

He felt her whole body trembling slightly.

Lin Wanqiang asked, "Ruoyun, what's wrong? Do you have a fever?"

Zhao Ruoyun hugged Lin Wanqiang even tighter.

She whispered in his ear, "Senior, I don't want to lose you..."

Lin Wanqiang was bewildered by Zhao Ruoyun's sudden outburst of passion.

He thought the blow of losing a loved one was probably too heavy for his delicate girlfriend.

He stroked Zhao Ruoyun's soft, long hair, comforting her, "Don't worry, I'll always be with you."

Zhao Ruoyun was even more moved.

Before Lin Wanqiang could finish speaking, her small, delicate lips pressed against his.

Normally, Lin Wanqiang treated the noble and reserved Zhao Ruoyun with awe, like a goddess.

Even a touch of her lips was something he could boast about to his friends for days.

Since they started dating,

his boldest move had only been touching Zhao Ruoyun's breasts through her clothes.

Now, Zhao Ruoyun was actually kissing him.

This made him even happier than winning the lottery.

He couldn't wait to capture Zhao Ruoyun's cherry lips, gently and greedily sucking on her fragrant lips

.

Their bodies drew closer and closer, almost merging into each other.

They were intoxicated by their passionate, deep kiss.

Their lips intertwined and rubbed together for a long time, making it difficult to breathe.

Lin Wanqiang's tongue seized the opportunity to slip into Zhao Ruoyun's moist and alluring mouth.

Zhao Ruoyun, unlike her usual shy and reserved manner when kissing,

obediently allowed Lin Wanqiang's thick and domineering tongue to touch, suck, and entwine with hers.

She even extended her tongue outside her mouth to lick his.

Each time their tongues collided, it was as if a spark ignited within them, making them

tremble .

Lin Wanqiang felt the delicate body in his arms growing hotter and hotter, as if it were melting.

Zhao Ruoyun's breasts, through a thin layer of clothing, pressed tightly against his firm chest.

Her breasts were firm and warm, like a pair of white rabbits hidden inside her clothes,

their shape changing slightly with the movement and friction of their bodies, yet always retaining a supple elasticity.

He could also feel her nipples gradually swelling and hardening.

He opened his eyes a crack, stealing a glance at Zhao Ruoyun, who was immersed in a passionate kiss.

Her hair was disheveled, and her fair and beautiful face was flushed.

Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, and the intellectual

radiance was replaced by an unprecedented charm and allure.

Lin Wanqiang's long-suppressed desire to conquer suddenly surged.

One of his hands quietly moved down Zhao Ruoyun's waist, unknowingly slipping under the sheets, and stealthily

groping her long, beautiful legs beneath her skirt.

Zhao Ruoyun also noticed Lin Wanqiang's rough hand inside her clothes, and that it was moving upwards with ill intent

.

So she reached out and pressed down on Lin Wanqiang's wrist.

She whispered, "Senior, don't..."

Lin Wanqiang's lips slid out and sealed hers with his.

His hand broke free from Zhao Ruoyun's resistance and stubbornly roamed towards the most intimate part of her body—the base of her thighs.

He paused occasionally to caress and knead her smooth, delicate skin.

Zhao Ruoyun, wanting to make up for her guilt towards Lin Wanqiang

, silently tolerated his audacity.

Zhao Ruoyun's compliance emboldened Lin Wanqiang.

His fingers continued upwards, soon finding a thin layer of silk underwear.

Although Zhao Ruoyun was no stranger to men's teasing

, she still felt uneasy in Lin Wanqiang's presence.

She pleaded softly, "Senior... Wanqiang... please don't touch there..."

Lin Wanqiang, however, seemed like a different person, speaking in a lewd manner, "Don't touch where? Here (his

fingers rubbed the edge of her vulva through her panties)? Here (scratching the tender flesh inside her vulva)? Here (

twisting her pubic hair)? Or here (he flicked her clitoris, oh my god! Don't touch there!)?"

Lin Wanqiang's fingers accurately stopped on her clitoris.

"Ruoyun, is it here?"

His hand pressed down without hesitation.

"Oh..."

Zhao Ruoyun felt an incredibly strong electric current rush to her brain, her mind going completely blank.

A seductive cry escaped her lips uncontrollably.

Zhao Ruoyun's reaction excited Lin Wanqiang immensely.

He pinched Zhao Ruoyun's already engorged and erect clitoris with his thumb and middle finger, and began to rotate and rub it.

Under this series of attacks, Zhao Ruoyun almost couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

Each time pleasure surged, Zhao Ruoyun's alluring and proud body would convulse and tremble as if under a spell,

her small mouth shamelessly moaning.

Even her toes were wide open in pleasure.

If she hadn't been clinging to Lin Wanqiang's back, she would have almost jumped off the bed.

Soon, she was panting heavily, her forehead covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Her panties were already overflowing with nectar, incredibly lewd.

"Ruoyun, I didn't know your body was so sensitive. Why didn't you say so sooner? I could have made you very happy,

"

Lin Wanqiang said unhurriedly.

It was unclear whether he was serious or just teasing.

After speaking, he used his index finger to pry open the white silk panties, which were already soaked with her juices, and, ignoring Zhao Ruoyun's repeated objections

, resolutely inserted his finger into Zhao Ruoyun's deep and tight vagina.

Zhao Ruoyun had no strength left to close her legs.

She could only sigh deeply and accept Lin Wanqiang's advances with a resigned attitude.

Although Zhao Ruoyun's vagina had been ravaged countless times by the three thugs, it remained incredibly fresh and tight, as if it had

just deflowered.

Every inch Lin Wanqiang's fingers advanced was met with the soft, warm flesh of the inner walls.

Without the abundant lubrication of her vaginal fluids, he could barely move his fingers.

Lin Wanqiang continuously rotated and probed inside Zhao Ruoyun's vagina.

The sensitive, rolled-up flesh secreted even more nectar.

With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, Lin Wanqiang's fingers moved faster and deeper.

Waves of pain mixed with excruciating pleasure spread from Zhao Ruoyun's vagina throughout her body.

Zhao Ruoyun's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, the scenes of being humiliated by the three thugs constantly

replaying .

Why did she always reach orgasm while being abused? Was she a naturally wanton woman

? These questions were quickly drowned out by the overwhelming carnal pleasure.

Zhao Ruoyun felt her vagina was numb and itchy, as if countless thorns had sprouted from it, or as if countless

ants were biting her.

To alleviate the torment, she shamelessly arched her back, matching the thrusts of Lin Wanqiang's fingers.

Her juices dripped from her vulva, soaking the white sheets.

Lin Wanqiang wondered if he was in a dream.

He had never imagined that his dignified, elegant, beautiful, and reserved girlfriend, Zhao Ruoyun, could have such a

wanton side.

If he had known, why had he hesitated to even touch her for so long? The

thought filled him with immense deception and humiliation.

"Oh, Wanqiang, stop, stop! It's coming!"

Suddenly, with a series of cries, Zhao Ruoyun convulsed again, reaching another climax.

"Ruoyun, don't just focus on your own pleasure; I haven't even started yet."

Lin Wanqiang didn't hesitate any longer.

He quickly pulled off his shirt, trousers, and underwear.

His long-awaited penis sprang out from between his legs.

Zhao Ruoyun, ashamed, quickly turned her face away.

But Lin Wanqiang grabbed her delicate, rounded chin.

He stood up, pressing his penis against Zhao Ruoyun's fair, flawless face.

"Ruoyun, is my thing big? Remember it well, I'm going to use it to make you my

woman ."

Hearing this, a look of panic flashed across Zhao Ruoyun's face.

She wasn't afraid of becoming Lin Wanqiang's woman, but rather worried that he would discover she was no longer a virgin

.

She pushed Lin Wanqiang's hands away and said earnestly, "Wanqiang, I can't give it to you yet..."

Lin Wanqiang hadn't expected her to act so innocently now, after just moments before, acting like a prostitute.

He felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

"Think about it, what if our classmates find out... Besides, I'll be yours sooner or later, why

the rush?"

Lin Wanqiang roared impatiently, "Then give it to me now!"

With that, he lunged forward, trying to grab Zhao Ruoyun's shoulder.

Zhao Ruoyun pulled back, and he missed.

Zhao Ruoyun nimbly jumped off the edge of the bed.

The two faced each other across the hospital bed.

Zhao Ruoyun's resistance ignited Lin Wanqiang's primal lust.

His eyes blazed with a terrifying fire; he was completely naked, staring intently at Zhao Ruoyun,

as if he might pounce and tear her to pieces at any moment.

"Wanqiang, calm down, okay? You look terrifying!"

Zhao Ruoyun said, moving towards the door, which was closer to her.

Lin Wanqiang knew her intention and, naked, jumped over the bed and lunged at her.

Zhao Ruoyun rushed towards the door, but because she was barefoot and the floor was slippery, she slipped and fell to the ground

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Zhao Ruoyun struggled to stand up, but Lin Wanqiang grabbed her arm.

Then, Lin Wanqiang tightly gripped her waist from behind, took a few quick steps, and threw her onto the bed.

Zhao Ruoyun still tried to escape, but before she could even turn over,

Lin Wanqiang .

Zhao Ruoyun clung tightly to the sheets, desperately twisting her upper body, her beautiful hair flying wildly, like

a mermaid stranded on a beach.

However, Lin Wanqiang was determined to have her.

He forcefully spread Zhao Ruoyun's round, long, and shapely legs, pulling her body backward.

Zhao Ruoyun was now like a weak lamb, pinned down by Lin Wanqiang.

At this moment, Zhao Ruoyun's position was extremely awkward.

Her upper body was forced to lie prone on the pristine white sheets, her clothes still intact and elegant, displaying the usual

purity, intellect, and reserve of the T University beauty queen.

But her firm, pert buttocks were raised high, forming an alluring curve with her curled-up back.

Lin Wanqiang had lifted her long skirt to her waist, exposing her fair, smooth buttocks, and her thin silk panties

were soaked with her own fluids.

Her mons pubis and pubic hair were clearly visible.

The view of her lower body was more lewd and seductive than any AV actress on the cover.

After controlling Zhao Ruoyun, Lin Wanqiang thrust his naked waist forward, his large penis pressing precisely

between her soft buttocks.

Lin Wanqiang's penis was like a newly forged steel gun, scalding hot, fiery, and rock hard.

Zhao Ruoyun had become extremely familiar with men's penises and what was about to happen.

What she truly feared was that if Zhao Wanqiang discovered she was no longer a virgin, she had no

idea what would happen.

Lin Wanqiang's penis playfully slid through her panties, rubbing against the edge of her incredibly sensitive petals,

reigniting the uncontrollable pleasure within her.

Glistening, slippery nectar seeped from the edge of her panties again.

Zhao Ruoyun bit her lip tightly.

Was she really going to give herself away like this? Lin Wanqiang saw that Zhao Ruoyun had stopped struggling, only burying her pretty face

in the sheets.

He assumed she had tacitly consented to his violation.

Zhao Ruoyun's vulva felt as soft and moist as a sandy beach, and his erect penis throbbed painfully.

Wavering between lust and reason, Zhao Ruoyun suddenly felt a chill between her legs, followed by

a surge of heat.

Her panties had been pulled down, sliding down her smooth, slender legs to the floor.

Lin Wanqiang's penis was now firmly pressed against her wet entrance.

At this moment, Lin Wanqiang was so tense he almost stopped breathing.

In his dreams, Zhao Ruoyun had been entwined with him countless times, making love.

Countless times she had trembled beneath him, begging for mercy.

Yet, when his worshipped goddess finally knelt before him,

he still felt a dreamlike illusion.

He feared that the slightest recklessness would shatter this crystal-clear dream.

He took a deep breath and whispered, "Ruoyun, you are about to become mine. Don't worry, I will be

very gentle..."

He slightly thrust his hips, his rock-hard glans ignoring Zhao Ruoyun's feigned entrance, plunging into her wet

, tight vagina.

The shock and pleasure of his first encounter with Zhao Ruoyun almost overwhelmed Lin Wanqiang.

He quickly took another deep breath, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from ejaculating.

Then he tightened his grip on Zhao Ruoyun's slender waist, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and prepared for an even

deeper thrust.

Let all men die of envy; with this strike, Zhao Ruoyun would truly become Lin Wanqiang's

woman .

He would possess the most beautiful, purest, and noblest campus belle in the history of T University! "Wanqiang,

stop , or I'll break up with you right now!"

In this moment of passion and confusion, Zhao Ruoyun suddenly let out a shrill cry. The word

"break up"

made Lin Wanqiang's heart skip a beat.

Zhao Ruoyun's tone was serious and resolute; she wasn't joking.

He didn't want to lose more than he gained.

But his penis remained inside Zhao Ruoyun, his hands still tightly holding her waist, showing no

intention of letting go.

"Lin Wanqiang, take your thing out now. Otherwise, even if you take me, I'll still

break up with you!"

Zhao Ruoyun said clearly again.

Lin Wanqiang looked at Zhao Ruoyun.

She was also turning her head with difficulty, staring at him, her eyes full of pleading.

Tears glistened in her clear eyes.

A few strands of hair clung to her face, making her look pitiful.

Lin Wanqiang's heart softened a little.

Zhao Ruoyun seized the opportunity to persuade him, "Senior, I know you must be feeling terrible, but for our

future, you must bear with it for now." Seeing

Lin Wanqiang still hesitating, Zhao Ruoyun smiled charmingly at him. She

said in the gentlest tone, "Senior, if you really can't hold back, I can help you...

" Zhao Ruoyun

lowered her head shyly and licked the corner of her mouth with her small tongue. (The rest of the text is a continuation of the previous paragraph and can be omitted. ) Thinking this, Lin Wanqiang reluctantly withdrew his glans from Zhao Ruoyun's vagina. Zhao Ruoyun breathed a sigh of relief. But then Lin Wanqiang turned her around, her pretty face facing his thick, hard, swollen penis. Zhao Ruoyun blushed, lifted her long hair, and without a word, took Lin Wanqiang's penis into her mouth. They were separated only by a tightly closed door. The male doctors at T University Hospital who had witnessed Zhao Ruoyun's beauty and temperament could never have imagined...

Zhao Ruoyun, the school beauty with an incomparably pure and elegant appearance, was kneeling on the pristine white sheets,

one hand supporting her flowing black hair that kept sliding down her cheek, the other tightly gripping the base of Lin Wanqiang's penis.

Using the oral sex techniques she'd learned from those three thugs, she was bringing her beloved boyfriend to unparalleled pleasure.

Nurses in pink uniforms, doctors with stethoscopes around their necks, and patients in striped gowns occasionally

passed by in the corridor outside.

The lazy afternoon sunlight of autumn cast dappled shadows on the white curtains.

A few streets away, Liang Zhixun's 25cc motorcycle was hurtling towards Zhao Ruoyun's

detached .

Amidst the various scattered and chaotic sounds outside, a middle-aged woman's voice seemed to ask, "Why is

it so dirty here? Why hasn't Uncle Chen come these past two days?"

Uncle Chen had taken leave from school.

His wife had done it for him.

It was said that he had slipped and fallen while using the restroom last night, injuring his eye.

When the kind school doctor asked if she wanted him to prescribe some medication to prevent infection, she said no, the old man just needed

to rest .

But as she left, she said something that left everyone puzzled: "These young people nowadays...

"

Uncle Chen wasn't actually resting.

In a simple apartment on Rende North Road, he was wearing sunglasses, sitting in a

creaky wicker chair.

Opposite him was a tall, burly, but refined-looking young man.

"Uncle Chen,"

he said.

"I really can't help you this time,"

Uncle Chen said angrily. "Dr. Kang, don't be so heartless. Every time you poop

, I'm the one who wipes your butt. Now that bastard has blinded me, you're not going to do anything? Damn it!"

Dr. Kang said calmly, "That guy surnamed Liang has a lot of power. Half of Taipei is his father's

territory . Aren't you trying to kill me? Besides, you shouldn't have messed with them in the first place."

"Ungrateful bastard!"

Uncle Chen couldn't help but curse.

He cursed as he staggered to his feet.

Dr. Kang thought he was about to leave.

But instead, he grabbed his briefcase from the table and slumped back into his chair,

which creaked loudly.

He pulled out several photographs and waved them in front of his face.

He continued, "Dr. Kang, if you're willing to do me this favor, I'll

give . Otherwise, you'll never have a chance."

"What's this?"

Dr. Kang raised an eyebrow.

He took the photographs from Uncle Chen and examined them closely.

"Heh heh, you've never seen anything like this. Damn it, that brat thought he burned all the photos. Goodness,

I still have the negatives. I can print as many as I want. How about it? This girl's hot, isn't she? The

campus belle of T University !"

Dr. Kang didn't speak. He looked at the photographs over and over for a while before looking up at Uncle Chen

and asking, "What's this girl's name?"

"What, getting interested?"

Uncle Chen's face broke into a lewd smile.

The image of Zhao Ruoyun being brought to multiple orgasms by him in the hospital room that day, yet unable to utter a sound,

resurfaced .

"What was her name again... Damn, I think her surname was Zhao... Right, Zhao Ruoyun."

As Chen Bo had expected, with Zhao Ruoyun's negatives as payment, Dr. Kang indeed agreed to risk helping him get revenge.

To discuss a more specific plan, Dr. Kang and Chen Bo went into a more secluded room.

Zhao Ruoyun's photo was left on the table, untouched.

In the photo, she was naked, slumped in front of a black table.

Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders.

Her firm, white breasts were covered with fingerprints.

He shamelessly spread his legs wide, the dewdrops on his pubic hair clearly visible.

Her clothes were scattered on the floor, and the law lecture notes on the black table ("The Three Key Points of Criminal Law.")

hadn't been wiped off yet.

In this humiliating posture, she forever exposed her most cherished body to the air, allowing

one lewd man after another to ravage her.

While Uncle Chen and Dr. Kang were talking in hushed tones,

in a small eatery on the ground floor of a somewhat dilapidated apartment building,

a tall, fair-skinned policewoman was questioning the shopkeeper.

Outside, the sky was gradually darkening.

The police car parked in front of the shop reflected the vibrant sunset, like a large butterfly gently

fluttering its wings.

A little while later, the policewoman would start the car, and as she turned the corner at the next intersection, the butterfly on the window would fade

into the thick night fog.

A little while later, Uncle Chen would put on his hat, hide his purse under his clothes, and

slowly drift home like a bloated turtle in the deepening twilight.

A little while later, the shopkeeper would yawn as he turned on the radio,

mentally calculating how he should mistake his wife for the policewoman who had just come to investigate when they made love that evening.

A moment later, the radio broadcast a female announcer's robotic, cold, and pleasant voice: "

Another was reported missing early this morning... Name... Lin... The police are... on alert...

...Also..."

Lin Wanqiang, holding Zhao Ruoyun's hand, left the school hospital amidst the envious and resentful gazes of the doctors and patients.

She got on Lin Wanqiang's motorcycle.

Clinging tightly to his waist, without a helmet, her long hair pressed against his broad back.

The whistling cold wind stung her face.

Sand filled her mouth, leaving a bitter taste.

The city's neon lights rushed past like a flock of birds on fire.

How she wished she could be carried like this by her beloved, all the way to the other side of the world.

When they arrived at her detached villa, Zhao Ruoyun's heart clenched again.

In the motorcycle's bright beams, she saw Liang Zhixun's black motorcycle parked in the driveway from afar.

No one was beside it.

After getting off the motorcycle, she said to Lin Wanqiang, "Senior, thank you for bringing me here.

It , so I

won't invite you up. You should go home and rest." Lin Wanqiang was surprised that Zhao Ruoyun didn't even invite him up for a chat.

He couldn't help but feel a little angry.

He said, "Ruoyun, aren't you scared living alone in such a big house? Do you want me to stay with you for the night?

"

Zhao Ruoyun poked his nose and laughed, "I just kissed you, and you're already so excited

. If I let you go up there, you'd devour me."

After saying that, she gently tapped his cheek and said tenderly, "Senior, don't worry, I'll always be

yours."

Lin Wanqiang was very close to her and couldn't help but pull her onto the motorcycle, about to kiss her lips again.

Suddenly, he heard a voice shout, "Hey, young man, public indecency can get you fined and jailed!"

He quickly let go of Zhao Ruoyun and turned around to see Song Liqian, one of the three scoundrels from T University, standing

in the shadows of the bushes, grinning at him.

He had always disliked these three guys who ran rampant on campus.

Seeing that it was Song Liqian, he was even more furious today.

He clenched his fists and said irritably to Song Liqian, "What are you doing here?"

Song Liqian made no attempt to hide his lecherous gaze at Zhao Ruoyun.

He took a step closer and chuckled, "I don't have your luck, kid .

You even managed to snag the prettiest campus belle in T University's history. I can only hide in the shadows and secretly glance at pretty junior girls, maybe take

a few photos , and then masturbate to those pictures at night. Sigh, I'm so pathetic."

Lin Wanqiang was about to rush over before he could finish speaking.

Zhao Ruoyun quickly stopped him

and whispered, "Senior, don't pay attention to this scoundrel. Come upstairs with me."

Lin Wanqiang still insisted on teaching this scoundrel a lesson.

At this moment, Liang Zhixun and Lian Zhen also emerged from the darkness.

Liang Zhixun shouted at Lin Wanqiang, "Hey, Lin, don't be so arrogant. If you want to fight, I

won't give you a second thought."

When Zhao Ruoyun saw these three scoundrels who terrified her, her heart clenched.

But she truly lived up to her reputation as the school beauty, possessing both intelligence and looks.

She forced a smile and said to Liang Zhixun, "Senior Liang, what are you doing here…"

Lin Wanqiang's face changed slightly.

He looked into Zhao Ruoyun's eyes and asked, "Ruoyun, why do you call this scoundrel 'senior'? Do you know

them ?"

Liang Zhixun walked up to Lin Wanqiang.

Lian and Song hurriedly followed.

"Hey, Lin kid. You only know me as the school's infamous scoundrel. You don't know I'm also

a shareholder of the Liang Group, do you? The hospital your girl's dad stayed in is owned by my family. Although her dad is dead, the more than

30,000 yuan in medical bills he owes is still there. Is it illegal for me to come and discuss debt issues with a client?"

Lin Wanqiang asked incredulously, "Ruoyun, is what he said true?"

Zhao Ruoyun nodded silently.

Liang Zhixun continued, "Hey, Lin, if you really love your girlfriend, pay off her debts

. Otherwise, if this goes to court, the judge doesn't care if she's the school beauty or not; if she can't pay her debts, she'll go to jail."

Lin Wanqiang was humiliated in front of Zhao Ruoyun and was almost driven mad with anger.

He roared and tried to rush over.

Zhao Ruoyun stood firmly in front of him, preventing him from fighting.

She turned to Liang Zhixun and pleaded, "Senior Liang, please. I will definitely repay the debt I owe you.

Please go ahead today."

Liang Zhixun smiled coldly and said, "Junior, originally, I absolutely had to pay this money. But

since we are alumni, and you are the pride of our T University, I'm too embarrassed to take all of it. How about this, you

only need to pay back a portion. I came here today because I need you to sign some documents. But your boyfriend is so fierce

, it's making us so nervous. I think we shouldn't sign the documents, we can see each other in court."

Zhao Ruoyun knew she was lying, but still pretended to be surprised and said, "Senior, Wanqiang is just

a bit impatient, don't be like him. Is it really just a matter of signing some documents

?"

Liang Zhixun nodded.

Lin Wanqiang never expected that this scoundrel would have such a kind and generous side.

Although still somewhat uneasy, at Zhao Ruoyun's urging, the five of them walked together toward the villa's

gate

When they reached the gate, Zhao Ruoyun had no choice but to steel herself and open it. However, due to her panic, she couldn't find the key. She rummaged through her purse for a while before finally finding it. Just as

she pushed the door open, she heard Lin Wanqiang shouting loudly behind her. Before Zhao Ruoyun could even turn around, the thick mahogany door was kicked open with a loud thud, and Liang Zhixun walked into the living room with his head held high. Then, Lin Wanqiang also entered. However, judging from the scene before him, he seemed very reluctant to enter the room. His arms were pinned behind his back by Lian Zhen and Song Liqian, like a prisoner being dragged in . A button was ripped off the front of his shirt. He looked up, his face contorted with rage, and shouted, "Damn it, Liang Zhixun, what do you think you are? Hitting me from behind! Let me go and fight me if you dare! Fuck you!" Zhao Ruoyun was startled by this sudden turn of events and didn't know what to do. She turned to look at Liang Zhixun. Liang Zhixun, however, calmly lit a cigarette, leaned against the living room wall, and squinted at the furious Lin Wanqiang. He ignored Zhao Ruoyun's pleading eyes. Only after Lin Wanqiang's shouting finally stopped did he slowly walk up to him. He said with a forced smile, "Kid Lin, since I'm a fucking scumbag, and my mother isn't exactly a saint either, it's none of your business, right?" He then turned to Song Liqian and asked, "Little Song, you agree, don't you?" Song Liqian nodded hurriedly and said, "Boss, you're right. It's none of his business." Liang Zhixun exhaled a smoke ring and continued, "Since you've slept with my mother, then for the sake of fairness , your lovely girlfriend should let me have a go too, right?" The veins on Lin Wanqiang's forehead suddenly bulged, and he lunged forward, trying to break free from Lian and Song's grasp. However, his opponents were also incredibly strong, and even with all his strength, he could only manage to lean forward a few inches .

His face flushed crimson, and he roared like a madman, "You bastard, if you dare touch a hair on Ruoyun's head, I

'll kill you, I'll..."

Before he could finish, a loud "smack"

rang out, and with a sharp scream from Zhao Ruoyun,

five bloody handprints appeared on Lin Wanqiang's face.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Then, Liang Zhixun grabbed Lin Wanqiang's hair with one hand and pulled out a gleaming military

dagger , the tip almost touching Lin Wanqiang's throat.

He stared viciously into Lin Wanqiang's eyes and said, "You? Kid, let me tell you honestly, I

've been putting up with you for a damn long time. If it weren't for your girlfriend, I would have stabbed you to death already. By the way

, speaking of your girlfriend," he suddenly lowered his voice, as if whispering, "you haven't slept with

her yet, have you?"

"Bastard!"

Lin Wanqiang roared like a wild beast.

At this moment, Lian Zhen suddenly chimed in, "Maybe they even think she's a virgin."

This remark caused the three scoundrels to burst into laughter, as if it were the funniest joke in the world.

But for Zhao Ruoyun, who stood frozen to the side, these words felt like a knife stabbing into her heart.

She felt dizzy and almost collapsed to the ground.

Liang Zhixun released Lin Wanqiang's hair and continued smugly, "Of course, our basketball captain

would never guess that his seemingly innocent school beauty girlfriend, who's like a virgin, was deflowered by me half a year ago

. Ironically, while she was being fucked to the point of ecstasy, her boyfriend was waiting for

her outside the window. But I'm in a good mood today, so you don't need to wait outside the window. Today, I'm going to let

you see right in front of you how your girlfriend is being fucked until she cries for her parents."

Having said that, he ignored Lin Wanqiang's storm of curses and

turned to humiliate the completely bewildered Zhao Ruoyun.

The blow was too much for Zhao Ruoyun to bear.

She watched Lin Wanqiang shaking his head in despair, cursing hoarsely;

Liang Zhixun toying with the dagger in his hand, a cruel smile on his face; and Lian Zhen and Song Liqian, fiercely holding Lin Wanqiang back with all their might.

All was right before her eyes, yet her consciousness, like a thin wisp of smoke,

looked down upon everything in the room from a distant, distant cloud.

It wasn't until Liang Zhixun's thick arm grabbed her waist from behind that

she snapped out of her daze.

"Ah, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Zhao Ruoyun cried out in panic.

"Damn, still pretending to be innocent?"

Liang Zhixun thought contemptuously.

The familiar scent of Zhao Ruoyun, her terrified expression, the friction of her body—all of this instantly aroused him

.

Especially the frustrated yet angry face of Lin Wanqiang before him, which gave him a burning

sense .

("Lin boy, keep cursing. The more you curse, the more I enjoy it.") For Zhao Ruoyun,

being humiliated in front of her beloved boyfriend was something she could neither tolerate nor imagine.

It was a thousand times more terrifying than the end of the world for her.

She twisted her waist desperately, pinched Liang Zhixun's arm hard, and kicked her legs backward, but no matter

how hard she struggled, Liang Zhixun behind her was like an unshakeable steel giant.

Soon, she was panting heavily, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Seeing that Zhao Ruoyun had temporarily stopped struggling, Liang Zhixun couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

He dropped the military knife in his hand, tightened his grip on Zhao Ruoyun's slender waist with one hand, and

tightened his grip on Zhao Ruoyun's shoulder with the other.

In this way, Zhao Ruoyun's slender body was firmly controlled by Liang Zhixun from behind, and there was no

possibility of breaking free.

Zhao Ruoyun's pert and full buttocks were forced to press against Liang Zhixun's iron-hard abdomen.

What humiliated and angered Zhao Ruoyun even more was that she could clearly feel Liang Zhixun's erect penis,

pressed precisely between her plump buttocks through two thin layers of clothing. The scalding heat emanating from it made

Zhao Ruoyun blush uncontrollably.

To avoid the pressure between her legs, Zhao Ruoyun had no choice but to straighten her body and raise her buttocks as

high as possible. Zhao Ruoyun's twisting and turning only fueled the perverted Liang Zhixun's lust.

His large penis became even hotter and harder due to the friction between their bodies. Zhao Ruoyun felt

as if there was a dangerous wooden wedge between her buttocks, ready to pierce her at any moment.

She had to stand on tiptoe to avoid the unbearable heat emanating from Liang Zhixun's glans.

This position forced her full, round breasts forward, her shoulders and waist curving into a captivating

arc . To Lian Zhen and Song Liqian, who were facing her, this posture, resembling a martyr's sacrifice, appeared incredibly alluring.

Even Lin Wanqiang was somewhat stunned by what he saw.

Just as Zhao Ruoyun was blushing and feeling utterly ashamed, Liang Zhixun's large hand moved up her shoulder

, caressing her collarbone and fair neck, finally roughly lifting her delicate chin

.

Zhao Ruoyun sighed softly, closed her eyes in despair, and two streams of crystal tears welled up,

dripping onto Liang Zhixun's rough hands.

Unfortunately, Liang Zhixun was not one to show mercy.

Zhao Ruoyun's tearful and pitiful appearance only made him chuckle.

Dipping his hand in Zhao Ruoyun's tears, his large hand roamed wantonly over Zhao Ruoyun's fair, delicate, and flawless face

.

Her smooth forehead, exquisite nose, tender cheeks, and rounded chin... not an inch of her body

escaped Liang Zhixun's ravaging hands.

Liang Zhixun maliciously poked at Zhao Ruoyun's beautiful cherry lips with his filthy fingers, even forcing her

to open her lips and shoving his fingers inside her wet mouth.

Violently assaulted, Zhao Ruoyun felt stars flashing before her eyes and felt an urge to vomit, but

all could do was futilely toss her long hair.

Taking advantage of the situation, Liang Zhixun buried his head in Zhao Ruoyun's thick, smooth, seaweed-like hair, greedily

inhaling its fragrance. His foul, hot breath sprayed onto Zhao Ruoyun's cheeks and ears.

Zhao Ruoyun's heart pounded like a small boat tossed about in waves, and her breathing became rapid.

After thoroughly disfiguring Zhao Ruoyun's pretty face, Liang Zhixun's left hand swiftly slipped from under her

left arm , and through the thin fabric of her dress, touched her warm, firm, and elastic breasts.

His large hand moved erratically, kneading and pinching her sensitive, soft breasts.

Waves of excruciating pain shot through her breasts; her perfect

breasts , had now become organs for Liang Zhixun to vent his lust.

Each time the pain struck, Zhao Ruoyun would take a deep breath of cold air, her brows furrowing tightly.

But she gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out.

Liang Zhixun felt Zhao Ruoyun's body burning hot, yet her limbs remained tense, stubbornly resisting

. He couldn't help but feel annoyed, and his hand tightened its grip, his five fingers digging deep into the tender flesh of Zhao Ruoyun's right breast

like iron hooks . Zhao Ruoyun lurched forward in pain, her black hair swaying wildly, tears welling in her tightly closed eyes. Despite the excruciating pain, she only managed a short "Ah!" as she witnessed her beloved girlfriend suffer such torment. Lin Wanqiang felt as if his heart was being ripped apart by a sharp blade. He roared like a demon, trying again and again to break free from Lian Zhen and Song Liqian's control, only to be repeatedly pinned to the ground by the two . His hair was a mess, his face streaked with tears and snot; extreme anger and shame had pushed him to the brink of a mental breakdown. "You slut, still trying to play the virgin in front of your boyfriend? Don't fucking dream about it!" Liang Zhi said viciously. Only by cruelly humiliating Zhao Ruoyun could he vent his jealousy and perverse possessiveness. With that, Liang Zhi suddenly opened his thumb and forefinger, biting down on Zhao Ruoyun's most sensitive nipple like an iron clamp . Then, he grinned maliciously and twisted it hard. Chapter 5 of The Campus Belle's Revenge : "Ah!" Zhao Ruoyun finally couldn't bear the excruciating pain and cried out. Before the pain in her left nipple subsided, Liang Zhixun pinched the bud of her right breast between his fingers. Zhao Ruoyun's body instinctively shrank into Liang Zhixun's arms, her once clear, watery eyes filled with terror . Her breasts heaved violently under Liang Zhixun's hands like a pair of frightened white rabbits. Liang Zhixun whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, as long as you behave, I'll be very gentle." Liang Zhixun was indeed much gentler. Under his teasing touch, Zhao Ruoyun's extremely sensitive and delicate nipples gradually hardened erect. At the same time, a tingling pleasure began to spread throughout her body. The blush on Zhao Ruoyun's face deepened and intensified. Although she kept reminding herself not to lose her mind, her body seemed to be increasingly difficult to control. She felt increasingly hot all over, her ears ringing, and her nipples hard and numb. Liang Zhixun's skillful yet cruel twisting of her nipples made her feel as if her breasts were being slowly devoured by a swarm of ants. The burning pleasure filled her with both fear and an uncontrollable surge of pleasurable currents within her. She clenched her teeth, praying repeatedly that this hellish nightmare would end soon. "Hey, Xiao Song, Lian Zhen, stop watching this live sex show and come and have some fun!" Zhao Ruoyun, with her eyes closed, suddenly heard Liang Zhixun's sinister voice and couldn't help but shudder. "No, please, don't let them..." Zhao Ruoyun pleaded in fear. Lian and Song burst into triumphant laughter. They dragged Lin Wanqiang to a chair and tied him up tightly with their belts. Lian Zhen, annoyed by Lin Wanqiang's noise, took off his shirt and gagged him as well. These two scoundrels, now only wearing their underwear, pounced on Zhao Ruoyun, naked. "Beautiful Zhao, we're here!" Liang Zhixun forcefully twisted Zhao Ruoyun's two long, slender, white arms behind her back, leaving her completely exposed to Lian and Song's wanton abuse. Lian Zhen and Song Liqian were almost moved to tears, saying in unison, "Thank you, boss! Long live the boss !" Then, Lian Zhen on the left and Song Liqian on the right, like dogs, greedily sucked . Zhao Ruoyun's already extremely hot and sensitive nipples were like test tubes undergoing a violent chemical reaction , needing only a drop of catalyst to ignite. The sudden attack on her nipples triggered a series of explosions within Zhao Ruoyun's body; an electric shock-like pain and chilling pleasure shot straight to her brain, causing her whole body to spasm uncontrollably. She clenched her teeth tightly, preventing a shameful moan from escaping her lips. "Such an innocent face, such a sensitive body..." Liang Zhixun praised sincerely while stroking Zhao Ruoyun's delicate and flawless face. He felt a deep sense of pride in possessing such a stunning woman as Zhao Ruoyun. From childhood, relying on his family's power, he had slept with countless women. He was intimately familiar with women's bodies and sexual needs, yet he was still somewhat confused by Zhao Ruoyun. He vaguely remembered seeing a saying somewhere that the best women were a combination of "talented woman, lady, and prostitute. " In Zhao Ruoyun, these three distinct characteristics were blended perfectly. At school, she was a talented woman praised by classmates and teachers; in public, she was an elegant and refined lady; beneath him, she was as wanton as a prostitute. She played each role so naturally. But which one was the real her? Although he had taken her virginity and could possess her body countless times, each possession left him with a strange sense of defeat. It was like the stacks of banknotes her father had thrown at her—good, but not truly "belonging" to her. In her eyes, she would always be just a despicable, vile "scoundrel." And what about that foolish Lin Wanqiang? Had he won Zhao Ruoyun's heart? The thought of Lin Wanqiang ignited Liang Zhixun's anger again. He glared fiercely at Lin Wanqiang, who was tied to the chair, and roared at him, "Lin brat, how about it?"

"Your Ruoyun, isn't she just someone I can play with as I please? You're lucky enough to see live sex scenes, watch

closely , you might learn a few tricks too."

With that, he swept Zhao Ruoyun's hair behind her ear, lowered his head, and defiantly took her delicate,

slender, rounded, and fatally sensitive earlobe into his mouth, his tongue launching a merciless attack.

"Mmm..."

Like being stung by a bee, Zhao Ruoyun groaned softly, wanting to turn her face away from Liang Zhixun's

entanglement , but afraid that too much force would tear off her earlobe.

She could only slightly shake her long hair, her pure and beautiful face filled with pain.

Since losing her virginity to Liang Zhixun, Zhao Ruoyun's body had been completely open to these three scoundrels.

Although in the midst of carnal pleasure, she had also been made to moan and climax repeatedly by the three of them.

Although she repeatedly doubted whether she was truly a promiscuous woman, she always

comforted herself afterwards with excuses like being forced and unable to control her body's reactions.

Deep down, she still believed she was mentally innocent.

But at this moment, the intimate caresses between Liang Zhixun and her lover produced waves of unbearable

pleasure , making her confidence waver.

Every time Liang Zhixun's rough stubble grazed her neck, every time he forcefully explored the most sensitive area behind her

ear , even every time his cheek was close to hers, the pungent smell of sweat

mixed with a strong masculine scent she had never felt with Lin Wanqiang.

"Wanqiang, forgive me..."

Zhao Ruoyun cried out desperately in her heart.

Liang Zhixun went further, taking half of Zhao Ruoyun's smooth ear into his mouth, gently

biting , his tongue wriggling, rubbing, and licking her earlobe and hairline.

He would occasionally breathe hot air into Zhao Ruoyun's ear.

Zhao Ruoyun's heart clenched with each stimulation.

Her long eyelashes trembled, tears streamed down her fiery red cheeks, and her moist, red lips were

tightly pressed together, as if she might cry out at any moment.

Below, the burning, sweet yet humiliating carnal pleasure emanating from him made

it to resist.

The saliva from Lian Zhen and Song Liqian soaked the front of Zhao Ruoyun's thin gauze dress.

Lian Zhen cupped Zhao Ruoyun's full, firm breasts in his hands, sucking and licking her

swollen

nipples like a child nursing, occasionally rubbing his nose against her fragrant flesh, emitting smug hums.

Song Liqian, however, was not so "gentle." What he loved most was the stubborn yet pitiful expression on Zhao Ruoyun's face when she was being violated

.

He wasn't using his tongue, but his teeth to taste her.

Zhao Ruoyun felt his sharp teeth biting and pulling, her nipples almost being

ripped off her body. Each pain from her nipples was excruciating.

Just as Zhao Ruoyun's cheeks were flushed, she was panting, and her body was trembling uncontrollably from being played with by these three scoundrels

,

Liang Zhixun gave Lian and Song a wink. The two understood and reluctantly released Zhao Ruoyun's

breasts.

Zhao Ruoyun, her heart pounding in her throat, suddenly felt Lian and Song's demonic hands leave her chest.

Then, Liang Zhixun released her arms, which had been held behind her back.

Zhao Ruoyun slowly opened her eyes, unable to believe that she had suddenly regained her freedom.

And Liang Zhixun, Lian Zhen, and Song Liqian, the three scoundrels, had disappeared from her side.

What was going on? She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, wondering if what she had just experienced was a nightmare

.

"Hey beautiful, what's wrong? Are you stupid? We're right here."

Lian Zhen's mocking voice suddenly rang out,

startling Zhao Ruoyun.

Looking up, she realized the three men hadn't disappeared; they were standing behind Lin Wanqiang,

leering at her.

"You... what do you want?"

Zhao Ruoyun asked in alarm.

"Haha, nothing. Our boss wants to see you masturbate!"

Song Liqian chuckled sinisterly.

"What…"

Zhao Ruoyun couldn't believe her ears.

Liang Zhixun said, "What, beautiful, don't you understand? I said you have to perform

masturbation ."

This thought had suddenly entered Liang Zhixun's mind while he was humiliating Zhao Ruoyun.

Forced humiliation could only temporarily possess Zhao Ruoyun's body.

Making her admit her own lewd nature was what could shake the psychological defenses of this proud beauty.

Making her perform masturbation in front of her beloved boyfriend was to completely destroy

the bottom line she had stubbornly held onto.

Besides, he'd already fucked Zhao Ruoyun's pussy countless times, why not try something new? Zhao Ruoyun

replied in a trembling voice, "You've tortured me enough, I'd rather die than agree to this."

The three scoundrels laughed again.

Liang Zhixun stepped forward, pressed Lin Wanqiang's head down, and said to Zhao Ruoyun, "Heh, what a fierce woman

. You can leave now, but Lin kid still has to play with us."

As he spoke, Liang Zhixun pulled out a dagger from behind him, blew on it, and said to Lin Wanqiang, "Lin kid

, I admire you. Not only did you get such a hot chick, but you also had to take a few cuts for her."

With that, he flicked his wrist, and a cut appeared on Lin Wanqiang's handsome, healthy face. Bright red blood immediately

gushed out, dripping down his cheek and onto his chest.

His shirt was quickly stained red.

Lin Wanqiang let out a painful, muffled growl.

"No!"

Zhao Ruoyun screamed, lunging at Liang Zhixun to dodge the dagger in his hand, but was pushed aside by Lian and Song

.

"Zhao Ruoyun, if you don't want Lin to die, you'd better do as I say,"

Liang Zhixun said sinisterly.

Zhao Ruoyun knew he meant what he said; the horrific image of Uncle Chen covered in blood was still vivid in her mind.

However, due to the strict upbringing she received, she considered masturbation a shameful thing.

She herself felt guilty for days if she secretly masturbated in bed when she couldn't resist the torment of lust, so she

simply couldn't muster the courage to perform masturbation in front of this group of grown men.

"I'll count to five. If you're still pretending to be innocent, get out of here right now. You can wait to collect Lin's

corpse !"

Liang Zhixun said coldly.

"One..."

Zhao Ruoyun blushed crimson with shame and anger.

"Two..."

Tears welled up in her eyes again.

Oh God, how could this happen... "Three..."

I have to perform masturbation in front of a man... "Four..."

"I promise. I promise you!"

Zhao Ruoyun said, her face flushed, and she sobbed.

Liang Zhixun then removed the knife from Lin Wanqiang's face and wiped the blood from the blade.

The three of them approached Zhao Ruoyun, and Song Liqian ordered, "Damn it, aren't you going to start taking off your clothes?"

Zhao Ruoyun lowered her head, clear tears falling onto her chest.

She began to unbutton her milky-white silk blouse.

As they unbuttoned the fourth button, Liang Zhixun suddenly said, "Don't take it all off. I like it like

this ."

Zhao Ruoyun's chest was completely exposed, with only a pink bra barely covering her nipples.

The skin on her breasts was as white as snow.

The deep cleavage accentuated the firmness and elasticity of her breasts.

Lian and Song's palms itched with desire.

A few strands of her long hair fell across her chest, creating a pure yet alluring image.

Zhao Ruoyun lowered her head again to lift her long skirt.

Today she was wearing a light green cotton skirt, only knee-length.

As the skirt rose, Zhao Ruoyun's voluptuous, shapely, and fair legs were gradually revealed to the men

's eyes.

Zhao Ruoyun suppressed the overwhelming shame and continued to lift the skirt to her waist.

She held the skirt with one hand, while the other hand trembled as she placed it on the edge of her pink panties.

"I, I can't..."

Zhao Ruoyun cried desperately.

Liang Zhixun said coldly, "You can still back out now, but Lin's fate is hard to predict.

"

Zhao Ruoyun took a deep breath, spread her fingers, and began to rub her vulva through her panties.

Her fingers rubbed along the edge of the cleft, and every time she touched her clitoris, Zhao Ruoyun's body

couldn't help tremble slightly.

Soon, a wet stain appeared on her pink panties, and a salty, sweet smell filled the air

.

Zhao Ruoyun turned her face to one side in pain.

Her smooth black hair covered half of her face, her cheeks were as red as if she were drunk, her eyebrows were tightly

furrowed , and her fan-shaped eyelashes were adorned with tears. Her soft cherry lips trembled incessantly, as if she was

trying her best to suppress a moan that was about to burst out.

Although Zhao Ruoyun was still stubbornly resisting by clenching her teeth, the sensitivity of her private parts was something she hadn't even

expected.

Like a spark igniting a wildfire in a wasteland, Zhao Ruoyun felt an insatiable

, burning pleasure erupting between her fingers.

Her reason cried out, "Stop, stop!" but her fingers moved uncontrollably.

Nourished by the nectar, her inner vulva seemed to awaken.

First, a feather gently teased the entrance, then a wretched ant

burrowed into the inner wall, biting at the tender flesh. Next, a thousand companions arrived in droves, a thousand

ants with horny pincers charging, tearing, and devouring within the folds of her vulva.

Finally, a thousand black monsters with sharp claws invaded her narrow passage, occupying her

uterus and chewing on her body.

Her vagina was already barren and rotting, from which countless poisonous stings sprouted… Oh God, why was it so itchy

! Zhao Ruoyun scratched her cleft even harder, trying to relieve the maddening itching. Her

legs trembled and rubbed incessantly.

However, the intense tingling sensation grew thicker and thicker, like smoke, enveloping her layer by layer. As Zhao Ruoyun

's fingers moved rapidly, the lustful fluid on her panties seeped out quickly. Crystal- clear droplets streamed down Zhao Ruoyun's long,

shapely, jade-colored

thighs, gathering into a small puddle on the ground. Lost in the pleasure of lust, Zhao Ruoyun's eyes were languid, her breathing rapid. Her tall, sexy body trembled like a peach blossom in a storm, clearly unable to extricate herself from the lust aroused by masturbation. Stimulated

by this boundless spring scenery, Lian Zhen and Song Liqian, their blood boiling, hurriedly took out their cameras, pointed the lenses at Zhao Ruoyun, and snapped photos incessantly. He filmed the most innocent and alluring scene of Zhao Ruoyun masturbating in the history of T University.

Seeing that the time was almost ripe, Liang Zhixun stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Ruoyun's swaying waist, and with his other hand, pulled her hand, which was masturbating, forcefully from between her legs. Zhao Ruoyun's already unbearably itchy vulva, deprived of the touch of his fingers, immediately became as hot and unbearable as a volcano about to erupt. She had to desperately clench and rub her round, shapely thighs to try and alleviate the maddening tingling sensation. More fluid gushed from Zhao Ruoyun's innocent body, the lewd love juice overflowing the floor. However, the repeated contractions of her vulva generated wave after wave of new pleasure, each wave higher than the last, assaulting her. Although Zhao Ruoyun managed to maintain her rationality with extraordinary willpower, her sensitive body was on the verge of collapse. As she involuntarily swayed her hips, her beautifully curved upper body pressed tightly against Liang Zhixun's chest, greedily rubbing against his pectoral muscles with each movement. Zhao Ruoyun's delicate nipples grew increasingly erect and hard in this intimate entanglement.

Liang Zhixun forcefully pulled Zhao Ruoyun into his arms. He could feel the heat radiating from her soft, boneless, yet supple youthful body, like an ice cube baked by the sun. He smugly admired Zhao Ruoyun's alluring face, flushed with desire, her seductive eyes, and her tightly clenched, rosy lips, while slowly moving his hand from her back down, along her deep buttocks, gradually probing towards her already soaking wet passage. Liang Zhixun did not proceed to penetrate Zhao Ruoyun's body. He simply cupped Zhao Ruoyun's full, firm buttocks with his palm, then, with his slender fingers, through her panties, lightly and heavily teased the entrance to her delicate, hot, and extremely sensitive vulva.

Liang Zhixun's skillful and persistent fingertip teasing terrified Zhao Ruoyun more than any forceful violation. Each time Liang Zhixun's fingers brushed against Zhao Ruoyun's engorged mons pubis, it felt as if they were directly touching her exposed nerves, sending shivers of electric pleasure through her, almost making her cry out. She desperately tried to tiptoe, attempting to escape his cruel clutches. But there was no way to escape. Liang Zhixun's fingertips moved upwards, and suddenly, Zhao Ruoyun let out a soft, seductive moan, her body jerking as if struck by an arrow. Her long, white arms clung tightly to Liang Zhixun's shoulders, her stunningly beautiful face instantly turning crimson to her ears. Liang Zhixun's middle finger pierced her honey passage without any explanation and began to move in and out of the tight, slippery honey passage.

Although Zhao Ruoyun's vagina had been played with and penetrated countless times by three beasts, it remained as tight and slender as a newly deflowered virgin. Liang Zhixun's fingers stirred and thrust wantonly within her warm, moist passage, completely disregarding the immense stimulation this brought to Zhao Ruoyun. Zhao Ruoyun felt as if Liang Zhixun's fingers were a wizard's evil wand, instantly unlocking the sealed source of pleasure within her body. Zhao Ruoyun's lustful fluids gushed forth, the clear, slippery love juice flowing across the floor, soaking her green dress, which clung tightly to her bare thighs. Using the lubrication of the love juice, Liang Zhixun's fingers pushed aside the layers of intertwined flesh within Zhao Ruoyun's vaginal walls, piercing deeper into her body. As Liang Zhixun's fingers penetrated deeper, every cell within Zhao Ruoyun's vagina seemed to gain life, contracting and pulsating uncontrollably. The endless, overwhelming pleasure transmitted from her sensitive nerve endings drove Zhao Ruoyun to the brink of madness. Shamelessly, she twisted her waist, welcoming Liang Zhixun's fingers as they fiercely pierced her body. Her hands clung to Liang Zhixun's neck, her nails digging deep into the skin of his back. With a violent tremor throughout her body, her full, rounded breasts pressed against Liang Zhixun's chest through her clothes. As the intense pleasure of desire burned within her, Zhao Ruoyun's expression reached the pinnacle of purity and sensuality: unable to resist the overwhelming ecstasy, Zhao Ruoyun vacantly swayed her head, letting her smooth, black hair flutter wildly. A few strands, streaked with tears, clung to her cheeks, making her appear both pitiful and incredibly alluring. Her usually serene and beautiful face was now as radiant as a sunset, her clear, intelligent eyes shrouded in a misty haze. Her naturally long, slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her usually tightly closed lips involuntarily parted, revealing a row of fine, crystalline teeth, as if overwhelmed with pleasure, yet also seemingly enduring immense torment.

With her body controlled by Liang Zhixun, Zhao Ruoyun arched her snow-white neck as if trying to break free. This only brought her high, firm breasts closer to Liang Zhixun's chest. Although her top was torn, exposing her delicate, white breasts, the high-quality pink blouse still barely concealed her trembling nipples. This half-concealed allure only drove the man wilder. The buttons on the bottom of her blouse had also fallen off in her resistance, shamefully exposing her flat stomach and part of her slender waist to the man's gaze. Her lower body was in no better shape. Zhao Ruoyun's favorite green floral cotton dress was soaked through with overflowing vaginal fluids and pulled up to her waist. Her flawless legs trembled under Liang Zhixun's relentless assault, almost collapsing.

As Zhao Ruoyun was driven to a frenzy by Liang Zhixun's teasing fingers, Liang Zhixun himself was pushed to the brink of climax by Zhao Ruoyun's sensitive reactions and extremely seductive manner. He gritted his teeth and withdrew his fingers from Zhao Ruoyun's honeyed passage, casually unzipping his pants. His long-suppressed penis immediately stood erect. Zhao Ruoyun, who was sinking into a sea of desire, noticed that Liang Zhixun's fingers had suddenly withdrawn from her body. She opened her eyes a crack and looked at Liang Zhixun in horror. When her gaze met Liang Zhixun's familiar penis, which was several sizes larger than normal, she couldn't help but gasp. The most terrifying thing was finally about to happen. However, for some reason, an inexplicable excitement welled up in her heart. She subconsciously licked her red and tender lips.

"You can't wait to be fucked by me, can you? Look at your unsatisfied appearance!" Liang Zhixun mocked lewdly.

"No..." Zhao Ruoyun turned her gaze away shyly.

"Still dare to talk back? Wait till I get you all fired up, then you won't say that anymore!"

He then shouted at Lin Wanqiang, "Hey, Lin kid, watch closely. Watch how I bring your Ruoyun to orgasm! This kind of on-site guidance is rare! Haha!"

Lin Wanqiang shook his head frantically like a madman, uttering incoherent cries. Lian Zhen raised his camera and slammed it down on his head. A thin stream of blood immediately trickled down his forehead. Zhao Ruoyun screamed in terror, but Lian Zhen and Song Liqian laughed nonchalantly.

Just then, Liang Zhixun grabbed Zhao Ruoyun's thighs with both hands and thrust his body forward. Zhao Ruoyun's light, slender, and boneless body was held firmly in Liang Zhixun's hands like a doll. Over Liang Zhixun's broad shoulders, Zhao Ruoyun saw Lin Wanqiang bound to the chair, his mouth gagged tightly with his shirt, blood still trickling down his face. He stared blankly at himself, like an expressionless wax figure, as if the slap from Lian Zhen had knocked him unconscious. He seemed not to be looking at himself, but at the wall opposite him. Or even not at the wall, but at the silent, chaotic world beyond it. No, not even the world; he was staring at endless emptiness… “Wan Qiang, I… I’m so sorry…” Zhao Ruoyun sobbed. Her tears fell in torrents onto Liang Zhixun’s bare shoulder.

“Beautiful Zhao, still pretending to be innocent? Hurry up, spread your legs wider!”

“I won’t…” Zhao Ruoyun protested softly.

“Xiao Zhen!” Liang Zhixun commanded, his back to Lian Zhen.

Lian Zhen immediately raised his camera again.

“Don’t hurt Wan Qiang!” Zhao Ruoyun pleaded.

“Then do as I say! Hurry up! Damn it, I don’t have much patience!”

With that, Liang Zhixun slapped Zhao Ruoyun’s firm, round buttocks hard.

Zhao Ruoyun, tears welling in her eyes, clung to the man she so deeply loathed, yet who was also the only one who could bring her to the peak of ecstasy. Her beautiful arms wrapped around his neck, her flawless legs coiling like vines around Liang Zhixun's waist. His erect penis pressed between her legs, rubbing against her like a snake, sending shivers down her spine.

Liang Zhixun carried Zhao Ruoyun step by step to Lin Wanqiang.

"Beautiful lady, let's kiss," Liang Zhixun said.

Zhao Ruoyun knew he wasn't joking. But this incredibly perverse form of humiliation filled her with unbearable shame—making love to the scoundrel she hated most in front of her beloved boyfriend. But if she didn't obey, would they really kill Wanqiang? Wanqiang, do you understand? I'm doing this for you! Zhao Ruoyun glanced at Lin Wanqiang through tear-filled eyes. She saw him seem to nod.

Zhao Ruoyun sighed deeply, closed her beautiful eyes, and leaned forward to kiss Liang Zhixun. Unexpectedly, Liang Zhixun commanded, "Open your eyes. I want you to remember how you offered yourself to a scoundrel in front of Lin Xiaozhi."

Zhao Ruoyun reluctantly opened her eyes. She saw Liang Zhixun's mouth open, his tongue twitching in the air. Zhao Ruoyun almost vomited at the sight of his tongue. But she had to suppress the churning in her stomach and press her fragrant, red lips against his drooling, white-coated, fleshy tongue.

"Look how slutty you are now! Licking our boss! And in front of your boyfriend! Haha! So slutty!" Lian Zhen insulted Zhao Ruoyun while holding the camera close to her cheek to get a clear view of the kiss.

Zhao Ruoyun shyly took Liang Zhixun's tongue into her mouth, her soft, tender lips pressed against his, their lips meeting. Although he had played with Zhao Ruoyun's cherry lips more than once, this was the first time this stunning beauty had offered him a kiss. Especially not in front of Lin Wanqiang. His perverse desire to conquer and possess her excited him even more. When Zhao Ruoyun took his tongue into her warm mouth, he immediately and forcefully tried to steal her tongue. Zhao Ruoyun, like a girl kissing for the first time, flinched and hid. But in the end, her tongue caught his. He sucked greedily, like a bear licking honey, wishing he could swallow this beautiful girl's sweet, fragrant tongue whole. After this release, Liang Zhixun changed tactics, gently touching, stirring, and licking Zhao Ruoyun's incredibly sensitive tongue with his own. His eyes were fixed on Zhao Ruoyun's clear eyes, his nose pressed against her delicate nose, and his breath sprayed onto her flawless cheeks.

However, his skillful teasing quickly elicited a response from Zhao Ruoyun. The clear, lustful light in her eyes, which had just subsided, returned with a hazy mist. A blush spread across her face to her ears, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. Each touch of Liang Zhixun's tongue brought incredible pleasure, triggering a small explosion within her, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. Gradually, when Liang Zhixun stirred her tongue again, she no longer resisted, but obediently welcomed his touch. She even began to lick his tongue. Liang Zhixun's saliva flowed down his tongue into her pure, fragrant mouth, which she meekly swallowed.

"I can't betray Wanqiang…I can't give myself to this scoundrel!" Zhao Ruoyun cried out Lin Wanqiang's name in despair, but the rekindled fire of desire burned ever brighter, and her confidence was so fragile under Liang Zhixun's expert teasing.

The pleasure from his tongue quickly spread throughout her body. With the added friction of her large penis against Liang Zhixun's, Zhao Ruoyun's lower body was quickly soaked with the constantly seeping nectar.

"Haha, you're wet so fast, and you still say you don't want it?" Liang Zhixun mocked maliciously.

"Mmm..." A soft, seductive moan escaped Zhao Ruoyun's nose, whether in denial or due to uncontrollable pleasure, it was unclear.

Liang Zhixun's heart trembled. He steadied himself, his hands gripping Zhao Ruoyun's warm and beautiful body, accurately positioning his large penis at the entrance of her flower stream. Zhao Ruoyun's pink flesh was still as sweet and alluring as when she had just lost her virginity. The petals exposed to the air trembled slightly due to extreme engorgement. Streams of love fluid, disregarding her will, seeped continuously from within her body, dripping down her plump, white thighs to the ground. No one would believe that Zhao Ruoyun, the dignified beauty of T University's department, usually regarded as a goddess, would display such a wanton and shameful side in front of a man.

Sensing the impending humiliation, Zhao Ruoyun tightly closed her eyes. Liang Zhixun's lips reluctantly left hers, his kisses tracing her elegant neck down to her half-hidden breasts. Through the thin silk shirt, he took Zhao Ruoyun's still-erect nipple into his mouth, teasing its delicate, sensitive tip with his tongue.

"Oh, please...stop..." Zhao Ruoyun pleaded softly, her upper body arching backward in resistance, her shoulders and back forming a beautiful curve. Her pretty face was filled with a complex expression of lust and shame, making her appear even more pitiful and alluring.

Ignoring Zhao Ruoyun's desperate pleas, Liang Zhixun thrust forward, his large, hot glans firmly penetrating her long-awaited, wet vagina.

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