【Seagulls and Cherries】Chapter 4: Enrollment (Part 2)

Author: Hongya Zongzong
Published on the forum on 2015/3/14
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Chapter 4: Enrollment (Part 2)
After tearing open a few bags of snacks bought from the supermarket and hastily filling his stomach, he sat at the foot of the bed in a daze for a while. The addiction to cigarettes was like an invisible
hand choking the boy's throat.
He lit three or four Marlboros in a row. The smoke rose gracefully like a lonely ghost, filling the entire dormitory
, choking him and making his eyes water. Ya'ou wiped his eyes a couple of times at first, but later simply let it cover his cheeks.
Being in a foreign land was like falling into a black swamp covered with weeds. His cousin was the only person he could rely on, but
unfortunately she was gone, leaving him all alone. Shanghai was so big, who would reach out to save him? Probably no one,
so he could only struggle desperately and then sink deeper.
Life was like a journey against the current. His father, aunt, and the so-called Sister Ziqi were just people living under the same
roof as him. In truth, wasn't my cousin no different?
"When a person is born, they come into this world alone; when a person dies, they leave alone
. No one can accompany you on the entire journey," Xu Luowei said.
She saw things more clearly than anyone else. But some things, once spoken aloud, only increase the sorrow,
so she was always so melancholy. I hope she can live a happy life without me.
Sigh, Shanghai, the Oriental Magic City, an adventurer's paradise, but what does it have to do with me? I just want to know, when
can I return to Rongcheng?
Finally, at 5:35, the boy got up with a few books, carrying his head heavy as a wine jar, and
walked downstairs like walking on cotton. The phone finally rang at the opportune moment, but it was an unfamiliar number. The
brief moment of sitting suffocating in the dormitory, the dim light making it feel like the end of the world, was like
a life-saving medicine; the loneliness of being isolated vanished instantly.
"Hello, who is this?" Ya'ou asked cautiously, clearing his jumbled thoughts.
"Tan Ya'ou, right?" The other person was a woman, who seemed quite young. "My surname is Bai, and I'm your homeroom
teacher."
"Yes, it's me, I'm Tan Ya'ou!" Ya'ou suddenly tensed up, hurriedly responding while also paying
his respects, "Hello, Teacher Bai!"
"Hmm, hello to you too!" Her voice was cold, and her words were anything but pleasant to hear. She
wasn't impressed by Ya'ou's enthusiasm. Fortunately, her next sentence was concise and to the point: "Come to room 105 in the main building."
Ya'ou had just been wondering what to
do when he got to the classroom door, since he only knew which class it was and no one was there to greet him. Should he just sneak in quietly? How embarrassing would it be if his classmates thought he had barged in? Now
that he'd finally grasped at a straw, and fearing he might have misheard, he feigned doubt and repeated her words, asking, "Building
105?"
"Yes, the teachers' office." Teacher Bai paused, then added, "If you don't know the way, you can ask
someone."
"Okay, I understand, goodbye Teacher Bai!"
The Building 105 was the tallest building at Aurora University, visible as soon as you entered the school gate; it wasn't hard to find. Turning left in the lobby
, he reached 105. Although the door was open, Ya'ou still knocked symbolically twice.
The room had the usual cubicle seating. The man near the door adjusted his glasses, looked the boy up and down,
and asked, "Student, who are you looking for?"
"Hello, is Teacher Bai here?" Ya'ou bowed respectfully.
"Siqi, someone's looking for you!" the male teacher called out.
A female teacher stood up from the corner and beckoned to the boy, "Are you Tan Ya'ou?"
"Hello, Teacher Bai!" Ya'ou nodded and walked over.
The female teacher's seat was next to the glass window, her desk piled high with books and documents, and several small potted plants were meticulously tended
and flourished. She removed her headphones and placed them on the laptop keyboard, crossed her arms over her chest, and indifferently
glanced at the young man, asking, "Are you Wu Jing'ou's cousin?"
"Yes, she's my aunt's daughter," Ya'ou answered truthfully, though she was somewhat surprised. Xie Minghe had said
she knew her cousin, but she hadn't expected her to be so direct. After a moment's thought, she added, "My cousin asked me to give you her
regards and ask for your kind attention!"
Bai Siqi was around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with long, flowing, jet-black hair and
a face that was perfect enough without any makeup, like a crystal-clear ice sculpture, also shrouded in a chilling aura.
She wore glossy lipstick, the lines of her mouth stubborn and sharp. Her nose was particularly straight and high,
as if sculpted by an axe or a knife. The light in her eyes was like the stars in the night sky, revealing a cold and aloof elegance.
Although the school was heated everywhere, her clothing was excessively thin compared to others, and appeared
somewhat deliberately mature. A shiny black blazer with a diamond-shaped collar was draped diagonally over her shoulders like a cape, the lapels
outlined with violet patterns in silver thread. Underneath, she wore only a dark gray striped cotton shirt, covering her two high and full
breasts. Below, she wore a shiny black high-waisted pencil skirt with a zipper, the hem trimmed with the same violet pattern. At the side slit,
a glimpse of flesh-colored lace trim could be seen—the top of velvet stockings. Even though she was sitting with her legs crossed,
it was still clear that her legs were extremely slender and long, her figure remarkably graceful and outstanding.
"The most beautiful female teacher at Aurora University"—the title might be a slight exaggeration, but it wasn't an empty boast. It was just that
the stern, almost frosty aura emanating from her made Ya'ou, who had always been afraid of teachers, shudder.
"Oh, don't be so polite. Your cousin and I are friends." Seeing the boy subconsciously take a half-
step back, Bai Siqi gave a definitive conclusion, his usually stern expression softening slightly. "Now that you've come to Aurora
University, you must study hard and not let us down. I heard you were a very good student in Rongcheng
?"
"Rongcheng is just a small place." Ya'ou neither confirmed nor denied it.
"Hmm, you understand, that's good!" It was merely a casual question, yet the boy's answer was weighty and
flawless. Bai Siqi immediately began to look at this thin but handsome student with new respect.
"It's Aurora University's rule that new students must visit the Literature and History Museum." She opened a drawer, took out a completed
certificate, and stamped it with a bright red personal seal. "Go ahead, don't stay too long. Evening self-study is about to start; I'll wait for you in the classroom."
The Literature and History Museum is located on the fourth floor of the main building. Its rich collection of pictures, materials, and artifacts introduces Aurora University's
century-long history and various educational philosophies. For example, Aurora University has
a tradition of "reducing the surplus to supplement the deficiency," charging high fees to wealthy students with average grades while providing various welfare policies to gifted students from ordinary families
. This has given rise to
unique campus culture elements such as the "North and South Buildings," the "Wellington Award," the "Napoleon Medal," and the "Long Robe Forum."
Ya'ou wasn't particularly interested in the comparisons and quickly browsed through the exhibits. However, when he reached the Alumni Memorial Hall, he couldn't tear himself away. There was even a Nobel Prize-winning biologist 　　, Ma Zhongwen? He had been completely baffled by
that famous genetic formula in his high school textbook !
There's also Zhao Yebai, one of the founders of the Democratic Party,
who was sentenced to 120 years in prison for participating in social activities—an idol to countless passionate young people!
Besides him, there are renowned film directors, World Bank economists,
the first speaker of the Guangzhou Provisional House of Representatives, and marshals of the Southern Allied Army Command. Even with the relentless flow of time, their resounding
names and titles remain dazzling and radiant.
Recent distinguished alumni include Lu Guanxing, the richest man in mainland China; Cao Jinsong, a famous lawyer;
the Wang Qingfu brothers, known as the "Wang Brothers"; Chen Ru, the female head of Nanpu District; and finally,
Lu Che, the one who introduced Ya'ou to Zhendan University. At only twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, he is already
the CEO of Hongyu Capital, one of the largest venture capital funds in China.
The young man's hair stood on end as if he'd just had an electrotherapy treatment. Dejected, he went downstairs. The campus was deserted,
the night as dark as black coffee.
Although it was late winter and the weather was still bitterly cold, the luxurious suite on the eighteenth floor of the Hyatt Hotel
was filled with the vibrant atmosphere of spring.
A Chanel sable coat and a dark green knitted cashmere suit lay on the thick, brown carpet
, like peacock feathers shed
. Two red, pointed-toe high-heeled shoes lay askew, like wine glasses scattered after a banquet.
The sheer, royal blue lingerie set on the sofa, clearly
a luxury item worth hundreds of dollars, was torn beyond recognition. The bedroom door was ajar, and
the flesh-colored stockings hanging from the metal handle were riddled with holes.
In the center of the crimson-embroidered, gold-embroidered bed lay a voluptuous, perfectly proportioned body, its curves undulating like
mountains, its flesh translucent white and plump yet not greasy, like a meticulously sculpted piece of fine jade. She was a
short-haired young woman in her mid-twenties, with a face as radiant as a blooming hibiscus flower. Her exceptionally full
and large breasts, like two large white rabbits held in her arms,
bounced incessantly with the swaying of her slender waist.
A young man with a bronze complexion was kneeling between her spread legs,
licking her wet genitals with the respectful and submissive demeanor of a dog. His thick, long, dark penis stood erect, its veins bulging like a dragon and
phoenix.
"Mmm, so good!" Zhao Ziqi's cheeks flushed with lust, her teeth biting her bright red
lips as she let out a low, soul-stirring moan, while simultaneously squeezing her round, white thighs together.
"Sister Qi, you taste so good!" Awei said, his nose twitching with ecstasy, his eyes filled with tender affection.
Since losing her virginity, Zhao Ziqi always exuded a faint, musky scent from her genitals, driving every man who smelled it into a
frenzy, as if under a spell. This also made her even more addicted to the unparalleled soft pleasure brought by oral sex.
"Hehe..." she chuckled smugly, stroking the man's bright, smiling face, then forcefully pressing his head
down, feeling as if a warm sun had been placed between her legs, causing her to involuntarily tilt her head back.
Awei's tongue skillfully circled the woman's crimson lips, sometimes lightly teasing the
tiny, slippery clitoris, then suddenly plunging deep into her vulva, sucking and licking until his mouth was glistening with oil.
Zhao Ziqi hadn't had sex for over ten days, and had already been aroused twice that afternoon. Her desire was still like molten lava, her body
burning hot, and under the flickering light, she shone with an alluring pink hue amidst the frosty whiteness of the room.
Awei inserted his index finger into the woman's vulva, sliding in and out like an eel, then bending his knuckles to dig deeper and shallower,
using both hand and mouth with the focused, absorbed attention of a musician. Zhao Ziqi's round buttocks moved like a millstone, her slender waist swaying like a willow in the
wind, her taut nerves like the strings of his instrument, trembling and emitting a continuous, faint vibrato. "Oh, no, it's too numb
..."
Awei stopped at the right moment, his tongue tracing
the swollen mounds of her vulva, moving to the woman's flat, smooth abdomen, his hand tracing the contours of her hips, caressing her slender waist. Her skin
was delicate, smooth as porcelain, and the man, captivated by the exquisite touch, kissed her until her abdomen was wet, his tongue lingering
around her navel.
A surge of heat welled up in Zhao Ziqi's lower abdomen, rising to her chest like a raging fire. She felt restless and desperate
, like parched wood, yearning for comfort. She instinctively grabbed his slightly cold hand and pressed it against her two
soft, elastic breasts. "Ugh, rub me quickly, they're so swollen..."
"Hehe, Sister Qi's big, white breasts, how many men are going crazy over them!" Awei
cradled her heavy, round breasts, the smooth, powdered skin peeking out from between his fingers. He pinched her erect nipples and
began to suckle.
"Hehe, you're lucky..." Zhao Ziqi's two round, ivory-white legs were now wrapped around Awei's
strong waist, like an upside-down sloth. She touched the man's thick abdominal muscles, her smooth little hands
groping between his legs, and suddenly grabbed his penis.
Awei's most sensitive genitals were gripped tightly, unable to bear her weight any longer. His body sank like a mountain
, pressing down on the woman until she could barely breathe.
"The drug's working pretty well!" Zhao Ziqi mischievously stroked it a few times, feeling the man's hardness and size.
A look of delight crept onto her face. With a flirtatious glint in her eyes, she guided it between her legs. "Good girl, put it in, it's so swollen down there
..."
"Damn it, what a slut!" Awei had gone from hard to soft several times today, his manhood almost chafed raw, but
he couldn't resist the woman's frantic demands. He took a Viagra to regain his virility. "At this rate, she'll
drain me dry sooner or later!"
Although he cursed inwardly, he still obediently arched his back like a shrimp, aiming at the woman's insatiable, rosy secret
cave, and slowly pushed his purplish-black, round glans inside. The tender flesh of that narrow opening felt like a tight band, binding him and
sending chills down his spine.
Ignoring the man's contorted, pained expression, Zhao Ziqi stared wide-eyed at their point of contact,
watching the monstrous object penetrate her inch by inch, finally filling her completely. Her plump, white body
trembled uncontrollably, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Mmm...good husband..."
"Damn it, husband your mother!" Hearing her delirious cries, Awei felt deeply insulted,
his anger flaring like a bucket of oil poured on him. He lifted the woman's round, white legs and began to pound into her. "You slut, you adulterous woman
!"
"Ah...husband...you're so big..." Zhao Ziqi writhed like a stripped lamb,
the man's enormous penis rotating like a thick, long, black-tasseled spear, squeezing her folded flesh, stirring up
a torrent of lustful fluid in her deep, mysterious paradise, soaking the sheets.
Awei spread the young woman's two plump, white buttocks apart. Her curly pubic hair, damp with rain, concealed her alluring,
seductive vulva, while his own penis thrust in and out with a "plop" sound, wantonly ravaging the woman's
delicate petals. He felt a wicked satisfaction, a sense of wasteful pleasure rising within him. "Damn it, she acts like a noblewoman in front of others, but once
she's naked, she's still being fucked by me!"
"Baby, you're so good at this..." Zhao Ziqi felt a burning pain down there, but the pleasure mixed with the pain
made her unable to stop. The man was like a nimble cheetah, his movements clean and efficient, without any hesitation,
yet always managing to tickle her sensitive spots. Before she could even call for a stop, he had moved on to another spot—ears, cheeks,
lips, neck, and breasts—touching and kissing them all. Zhao Ziqi especially loved being
swept forward by a man like a storm, spiraling and rising faster and higher, just to climb to the steepest cliff and then
leap off…
Awei's breathing became more rapid, his waist heaving with sweat, his thrusts violently against the woman's body like waves,
but he was gradually feeling exhausted from the previous two times, and finally slowed down, withdrawing his thick penis
slightly before shoving it back in like a bell. The glans touched a soft, tender bud, instantly enveloped
.
"Ah… all the way in…" Zhao Ziqi suddenly straightened her toes, as if she had been punched hard in the deepest part of her soul
, her vaginal cavity, dripping with juice, involuntarily contracting, as if trying to swallow that plum-like, smooth and tough
foreign object into her stomach.
"It's over!" Awei truly felt the changes within the young woman's body. A piercing, tingling, and numbing sensation instantly spread
throughout his limbs. His penis felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible force, almost as if it were being uprooted. He wanted to escape, but he
was no longer in control of himself. "Sister Qi... don't... I... ah..."
Before he could finish speaking, the dark, fleshy python deep within her valley suddenly sprang up, and a stream of thick, hot semen gushed out,
shooting like an arrow into the budding flower at the very end of Zhao Ziqi's honeyed orifice. The woman's lips parted, her entire body almost
convulsing. Her plump buttocks, half-suspended in the air, swayed twice, and a stream of clear fluid finally ripped from between her thighs...
As the storm subsided, Zhao Ziqi's almond-shaped eyes were half-closed, and she weakly embraced the man. Her disheveled hair clung to her smooth,
sweaty cheeks, the afterglow of her orgasm warming her body. "Mmm, it's been so long since I've felt this satisfied
..."
"Sister Qi, I should go..." Awei pleaded softly, trying to break free from the woman's vine-like embrace. His
manhood slid out of her body, followed by a gush of murky liquid.
"Aren't you going to stay with me?" Zhao Ziqi asked, her voice filled with disappointment, as she grabbed the man's shoulders.
"No, you have work tomorrow too, get some rest!" Awei didn't dare linger for a moment, afraid that any hesitation
would result in the woman pinning him down on the bed again.
"Sigh..." The woman sighed deeply, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.
After lying lazily for a while, Zhao Ziqi reached for her phone by the bedside. The call log showed two missed
calls, both from Ye Zi, probably about some urgent matter at work, but after so much time, it must have been resolved.
The other was from Ya Ou; she was taking a shower at the time, and Awei overheard.
"That brat!" Zhao Ziqi thought of what happened a few days ago, still unable to let it go. She hesitated whether to call
back, but a heavy sleepiness washed over her. "Never mind..."

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