[Long Live the Director] Chapter Two: The Great Savior Chuk

Chapter Two: The Savior Chuck
The next morning, we got up early, washed up, and went to the dean's office.
The door was tightly shut. I was about to push it open when Berg slapped my hand away, gave
me a wink, and he and Gans pressed their ears against the door, their faces immediately showing lewd smiles
, looking like they were enjoying themselves.
I was stunned, not knowing what they were doing. Seeing me standing there, Gans frantically winked at me, signaling
me to do the same. I was skeptical, but I also pressed my ear against the door. Instantly, a series of lewd sounds filled my ears,
reminding me of the strange time yesterday, and my adrenaline surged.
I could hear the woman's voice rising and falling, sometimes long and sometimes short, showing the man's prowess.
The woman cried out, "Good, like that, deeper...yes, good...fuck me, harder...ah
...ah...it's so good!"
The man laughed, his laughter full of smugness.
The woman's cries grew more urgent: "Fuck me, faster, no, don't touch there, ah... um
... very good, baby, keep going, fuck my pussy..." The sounds of flesh colliding inside the room grew
faster and faster, initially like raindrops hitting the ground, now like hail. The woman's breathing became increasingly
rapid, and the man's deep breathing was clearly audible.
She was probably nearing her climax when she let out a tearful sigh: "Um, I'm almost there, almost there
, ah... almost there... I'm coming..." The man seemed unable to hold back any longer, letting out a roar: "Fuck, I
'm going to cum... so good, so good..." The three of us looked up, exchanged smiles, and simultaneously knocked on the door.
A woman's scream immediately echoed from inside. An angry male voice came from inside: "You little brats, you just wait
!"
We immediately took off running. The door behind us swung open with a bang, and a burly figure rushed out, right after them.
The students of the academy were in for a treat today. Three students-looking guys were running ahead, forming a fat-on-skinny trio,
while a balding, overweight man chased after them, cursing as he went.
A crowd of students had already gathered around.
Many upperclassmen were gossiping: "The boss is walking the dog again, haha."
Our campus is rather dilapidated, with a garbage dump right next to it, so many people think that our
students produce trash. Now, the place is packed with people. All the freshmen and returning students have come out to watch,
forming layers upon layers of people. Haha, some people who are shorter have their views blocked, so they stand
on the edge of the flower bed. They can see clearly, but the people behind them are blocked. After a bit of an argument, the people behind them start
climbing trees. They climb to the top, sit down, stretch comfortably, and say, "A great view spot, awesome!"
Some people even climbed onto the roof of the dormitory, set up chairs, and sat there. They think this is the Roman Colosseum
.
That's what walking your dog is all about.
The dean, seeing this scene, was so embarrassed that he roared and quickened his pace. We realized things
weren't going well and quickly ran away. We turned into a gust of wind and ran out of the school gate.
The dean, leaning on the school gate railing, yelled at our retreating figures, "You brats, just you wait!
I'll turn you into hotpot one day!"
Damn, that was definitely a World of Warcraft orc lookalike—it was so damn shocking! All the students thought so. Then
the teachers arrived, and seeing the dean so angry, they quickly told the students to leave, and the crowd gradually dispersed.
Some freshmen sighed, "The security at this college is terrible; I should tell the dean."
A relatively senior student said dismissively, "Go ahead and tell him. That man chasing after us is
the dean."
The freshmen were speechless.
The senior student waved his hand, saying as he walked away, "I'm not looking anymore. Last year I
saw him four or five times a week; it's much better now."
Behind him, there was the sound of glasses falling to the ground.
The college had given half a day off in the morning to prepare for the arrival of a VIP in the afternoon.
Berg, Gans, and I went to my house for dinner. We walked through several long streets to a movie theater with a terrifyingly
named "DreamWorks." In reality, DreamWorks was something Spielberg would create decades from now. This was my house;
my dad owned a movie theater. As we entered, a plump woman smiled at us and said, "Andre
, you're back, and so are Berg and Gans. Sit down and eat."
Since we hadn't had breakfast yet, we sat down and started frantically munching on sandwiches. I mumbled, "
Where's my brother?"
Mom said, "Bobby led a group of people to rob a jewelry store yesterday. They were caught by the police and are now
waiting for trial in Laurie..."
Mom started wiping away tears as she spoke.
Berg and Gans fell silent. We quickly finished breakfast, and the three of us walked aimlessly back to the college.
A passerby I recognized greeted me: "Hey, isn't that the third son of the Corleone family? What's up, graduating soon
? Any plans?"
I gave him a helpless smile, mumbled a few words, and fled.
After walking in silence for a while, Berg said to me, "Boss, I think we should make movies from now on."
I laughed and scolded, "Wake up, making movies is expensive. Where are we going to get the money?"
We did the math: the lowest budget movie would cost $100,000. Gans put in $20,000, I put in $10,000
, Berg put in $50,000, and we had no idea how to get the remaining $20,000.
While everyone was frowning, Gans slapped his forehead and said loudly, "Ha, boss, we can totally
take down Chuck! That big pig's head, it'd be a shame not to chop it off."
Berg said, "Yeah, boss, the future of my 200 pounds of meat is in your hands, boss, you have
to take responsibility for me." His vivid expression and tone made him look like a gay man.
I thought about it and he was right. We could only pray that Chuk fell into the trap.
Before we knew it, it was afternoon, and the three of us stood straight at the school gate. A little while later, a black...
A car pulled up and stopped in front of us. A middle-aged man stepped out and walked up to us, exuding
an air of wealth. He was truly rich; it would be a shame not to take advantage of him.
I composed myself, stepped forward to greet him, and said, "Mr. Chuck, we are representatives of the academy. The dean is away on
important business, and we will be providing your services. Please follow me."
We led Chuck to the pre-designed reception room. I made him coffee, left the room,
and whispered to Berg and Gans, who were waiting outside, "Move."
Thus began a conspiracy against Chuck.
Inside the room, Chuck was puzzled. Why was this damn dean so rude? We were supposed to be here to discuss business
, so why…?
Chuck thought: Staying in this lousy place is worse than going to my treasure to relieve my
pent-up desire. Time is of the essence; any later and I'll be burning with lust.
Just as Chuck stood up, he felt a hot body press against his back. Chuck was already burning with desire
, and this embrace was unbearable. Chuk turned around and saw a pretty girl in a school uniform skirt blinking
her big, innocent eyes at him. Through her thin top, he could see her breasts, which were about to burst out. Since she
wasn't wearing a bra at the time, her nipples were still vaguely visible, and her waist was incredibly small.
Under Chuk's fiery gaze, the girl lowered her head and hugged him tightly. This hug was the death knell for Chuk.
He didn't care anymore and went all out. In a few quick movements, he stripped off his own clothes, tore open the girl's top
, and immediately took one nipple into his mouth. One hand caressed the other breast, while the other hand, unable to bear the loneliness,
reached under her skirt and stroked it. The girl let out a kitten-like meow, which severely stimulated Chuk's nerves.
Chuk pushed the girl down into a chair, took off her white panties, but left her
in her school uniform skirt. Chuk put some of his saliva on his penis and thrust it into the girl's pink vulva
.
The girl was well-prepared, having already applied lubricant to her vagina, so there was no
obstruction, and Chuck penetrated all the way in.
Chuck seemed to have no sense of tenderness; immediately after penetration, he grabbed the girl's legs and began moving, the girl
emitting moans that were hard to decipher as to pain or pleasure. If anyone were in the room, they would only see a girl lying
in a chair, her two jade-like legs held by a man old enough to be her father, while this man's battle-hardened member
relentlessly thrust in and out of her still-young body.
We waited anxiously outside. Gans said to me, "Boss, Chuck has taken the bait."
I was quite pleased; the money had finally arrived. "Wait a little longer, until they're finished."
Inside the room, the two were in the throes of passion. The girl had her legs draped over Chuck's shoulders, and Chuck
stared intently at her face, feeling a sudden tingling sensation below, his penis still deeply inside her.
When they recovered, I slowly walked in. Chuck, somewhat embarrassed, quickly put on his clothes. I walked over
to him and said, "Mr. Chuk, how's our arrangement?"
Chuk was startled; being a businessman, he knew something was amiss. "Tell me," he said, "what do you want?"
I smiled. "Mr. Chuk is a straightforward man; we only need 50,000 yuan."
Chuk said, "You...you're extorting me!"
I shrugged and said, "You can think of it that way, but you have to cooperate."
Chuk said weakly, "Alright, I'll deliver the 50,000 to you tomorrow. I'm starting to wonder if you
're really only in your twenties."
I laughed, a fox-like laugh. "Mr. Chuk, you're truly my savior!"
To be continued...

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