Minecraft Chapter 2

Chapter Two
"Sister Liu... um... Hello, Teacher Liu."
I thought it was Chen Dong coming to my house, but when I opened the door, it was Liu Kelan. She wore a refreshing
sky-blue floral dress, her hair was in a braid, and she wore her ever-present black-rimmed glasses
. A dark blue canvas bag was casually slung across her shoulder. Her beautiful eyes scanned me up and down, then she frowned sharply and turned her head to the side. The numbers flashing above my head kept
jumping between -100 and 5.
I looked at myself strangely. Oh no. I was just being intimate with He Juan, and I was only wearing underwear, plus
the tent that the little girl had aroused. Damn it! And to make matters worse, He Juan came out of the bathroom at that moment.
"Excuse me!" I quickly closed the door and rushed over. I quickly covered He Juan's mouth and whispered
, "It's Teacher Liu. Quickly hide in the bedroom and don't make a sound."
He Juan nodded and hurriedly ran into the bedroom. I grabbed a tracksuit and put it on, then prepared to open the door.
"Wait, my clothes. They're in the laundry basket."
After tidying everything up, I took a deep breath. I unlocked the door, and lo and behold, He Juan's sandals. "Hello, Teacher Liu!" I
greeted her loudly, kicking He Juan's sandals under the sofa.
Liu Kelan walked in with an air of aloofness. "Please sit down, Teacher. Um, welcome to my home visit." I quickly poured
a glass of water and placed it in front of Liu Kelan.
"Your place is quite nice." Liu Kelan looked at the room's furnishings; after all, He Juan had cleaned it for me
, so it was fairly tidy.
"It's alright, it's alright. Anyway, I live alone, so having a place to call my own is enough. Hehe!" I replied casually, while secretly
pondering the purpose of Liu Kelan's visit.
"Well, according to the latest document from the Education Commission, we need to establish psychological files for each student.
A crucial part of this is understanding the student's family situation in detail. As for you, although the school
knows your situation quite well, and there are many rumors about you," Liu Kelan paused, a
hint of disdain and disappointment in her eyes. "However, you are, after all, a transfer student. I've only been your homeroom teacher for three months, so I
still need to see you in person."
Damn it! I love high school, I'll spend my whole life in high school. Just because my father is the principal,
I can be a homeroom teacher at such a young age. Three months younger than me, what's with the attitude? Giving me that official airs. Damn it! I may be a student
at this school, but that doesn't mean my emotional intelligence is at a student's level.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. That's why I always tell everyone, you're all blessed but don't know it. I've
had at least eight homeroom teachers, but only Teacher Liu is so dedicated to her students. Although she hasn't been teaching for long, she
's completely devoted to us students. She's simply a role model among teachers." Little brat, daring to mock my long school years,
I dare say you have short teaching experience.
Clearly, this fresh-out-of-school newbie is very uncomfortable with this completely socialized way of speaking.
After I finished speaking, Liu Kelan frowned, but didn't dare to lash out. I couldn't help but chuckle.
Liu Kelan paused, then took out a large notebook from her canvas bag. While writing, she asked, "You
live alone, right? Does anyone usually take care of you, like some elders?"
"I'm 24 already, do I need anyone to take care of me? I'm all alone." I said with a feigned naive smile.
"Oh!" Liu Kelan drawled, glancing sideways at the balcony, then at the closed bedroom door.
Following her gaze, I saw, oh my god! He Juan's strawberry-patterned underwear, which she had changed out of, was still hanging forlornly on the balcony.
I'd thought of everything except this obvious spot—it's the shadow of the law!
"Hehe, you know, I'm 24." Since I'd already seen it, how could she possibly tell
who it was from the underwear? Unexpectedly, Liu Kelan blushed and hurriedly lowered her head to write in her notebook. I glanced
at the numbers above her head; they were flashing repeatedly—100 and 15. Just a moment ago it was only 5
! Could it be…? I couldn't help but observe Liu Kelan more closely. Because we had just been sharing water, we were sitting very close.
A faint, delicate fragrance emanated from her. While she was writing, the neckline of her dress
was wide open, and I craned my neck to glimpse the deep cleavage beneath. My previously limp penis slowly began to stir again
.
"How do you usually live... um... where does your money come from?" Liu Kelan turned to look
at me, then continued to ask, her head bowed. Her bright red ears and the constantly bobbing -100 and -20 on her forehead piqued
my curiosity. She must have seen my little tent when she turned her head just now, hehe, it even increased by 5 points.
"Oh, my money comes from what my parents left me. They left me a foundation. The foundation
pays me a monthly allowance based on my age, and handles all other expenses."
Liu Kelan lowered her head further, her neckline becoming increasingly alluring. Finally, Liu Kelan noticed
the reason for my unusual behavior. She stood up excitedly. "Alright, I understand your situation." She paused, her
face flushed and pale, her eyes fixed on me with hatred. "Your parents left you so much wealth; they certainly don't want
you to become a parasite on society. They definitely want you to be a useful member of society, not a scoundrel or
a hooligan." She glanced at the strawberry-patterned underwear fluttering on the balcony and said coldly, "You are indeed 24 now
, but you're still a senior in high school. No matter how you live your life in the future, you should at least get a university degree
. Be careful of things that distract you." She then got up to leave.
I was furious! I was really furious. You little brat, so what if you graduated from university? So
what if you're a teacher? Damn it! If it weren't for your father and your good looks, you wouldn't be a
homeroom teacher at such a young age. "I'm a scoundrel, damn it, if I don't take you down, you little brat, and show you
what a scoundrel is, I'll write my name backwards!
" A smile immediately spread across his face. "Teacher, are you leaving? Look at where I live, it's in a remote area, no taxis, no buses.
Let me see you off!"
"No need." Liu Kelan seemed to want to leave immediately, opening the door and walking out.
I quickly went into the bedroom; He Juan was already terrified, hiding under the covers. "Don't be afraid, Liu doesn't know it's you.
I'll see her off and sound her out. Just stay put."
"Teacher Liu really doesn't know it was me?" He Juan said pitifully.
"Yes, don't worry." I stroked her soft hair and said, "Even if she finds out and tells your family
, I'll talk to your parents. I'll definitely take full responsibility." After saying that, I kissed the still-shaken He Juan and turned to go
downstairs.
Just as I drove the car out of the community, I saw Liu Kelan's slender figure standing alone under the streetlight at the entrance of the community. As
the most upscale residential area in the city, far from the bustling city center, it was shaded by green trees. During the day, the quiet environment here
would be quite pleasant, but for a lonely girl in the middle of the night, this quiet environment could easily make her feel scared.
"Teacher, let me take you." I rolled down the car window and said to Liu Kelan. "It's really hard to wait for a car here.
How about I drive outside and call a car for you?"
Liu Kelan looked at the quiet surroundings, pursed her lips, and still got in. She clung tightly to the car door,
her canvas bag clutched to her chest, as if I might pounce on her if she didn't hold on tight. I glanced at the top of her head;
the red number flashed—100. No rush, hehe.
The car drove along the quiet street, occasionally a luxury car whizzing past. I didn't turn on the
stereo, and the atmosphere in the quiet car grew strangely tense. Finally, Liu Kelan couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer and cleared
her throat: "I've seen your file."
"Oh! My file must be quite thick!" I interrupted her, smiling. Sure enough,
a hint of panic flashed in Liu Kelan's eyes; my words had interrupted her train of thought.
"It's alright, not much," Liu Kelan replied somewhat awkwardly. The car fell silent again.
"What do you usually like to do when you're resting?" I asked casually, looking straight ahead.
"What?" The reserved Liu Kelan was surprised that I would ask her this. I repeated myself, and she
thought for a moment before replying, "Let's watch a movie and go shopping."
"Oh! I thought so too. Girls all like shopping. You have great taste; every piece of clothing brings out your
personality. Actually, you could dress a bit more youthfully; there's no need to dress so formally. That would make people feel
more comfortable."
"Oh! Really?"
"What kind of movies do you like? Romance or lighthearted ones?"
"I prefer suspense films."
And so, as I intentionally controlled the pace and atmosphere of the conversation, and most importantly, with
the numbers constantly flashing above her head, Liu Kelan seemed to have set aside her teacher persona and chatted happily with me. It
was a strange feeling; the red numbers above these girls' heads weren't always there, only
appearing when I looked at them. Most importantly, throughout the conversation, I could clearly feel that I was in control
, which seemed very different from my usual perception. Was it because I was three months older than her?
Soon, the numbers above Liu Kelan's head changed from -100 and 15 to -40 and 25. She
frequently revealed a girlish side. Soon we arrived at our destination. Her home was in a fairly nice neighborhood, and
because of her insistence, I parked the car on the roadside not far from her apartment.
A gentle evening breeze blew, and a cool river breeze brushed against my face. "Thank you, Zhang Ye," Liu Kelan
said seriously, seemingly reverting to her teacher's role after getting out of the car.
"Hehe, no need. Do you need me to take you there?" I asked, glancing at the busy road.
"No need, I can go by myself. Um, I've looked at your file. Actually,
your scores in both the placement tests and mock tests are quite good, but you always underperform in the actual exams. You need to strengthen your mental
fortitude. Also, your humanities subjects are really a weakness; you need to work harder on them."
Once Liu Kelan reverted to her teacher's role, she started nagging again, her head hovering around -60.
"Yes, yes, I will definitely strengthen my humanities studies. Take care, teacher. I'm going back to study now." Annoying,
I quickly dismissed her.
Suddenly, a bus sped towards us, but Liu Kelan seemed oblivious. I grabbed her arm,
narrowly avoiding the bus.
"Fuck you, are you blind? Lin A0057, I'll fuck your ancestors! You son of a bitch!" I
cursed at the departing bus.
Uh, Liu Kelan, half a head shorter than me, was being pulled into my arms. My large hand was pressed against a large mound of
soft flesh, my other hand against her lower abdomen, my pinky finger seemingly pressing against her hard pubic bone. My soft penis was pressed
precisely between her plump, round buttocks. The thin fabric of her skirt and the cool sportswear amplified the alluring sensation
, and my soft erection slowly rose.
"I'm fine," Liu Kelan struggled a couple of times before finally freeing herself from my embrace, clutching her chest and whispering.
Her flushed face was clearly visible under the orange streetlights.
"I'll take you across." Without waiting for her reply, I gently supported her back and helped her across the street. Normally
, as a teacher, holding her hand or supporting her waist wouldn't be appropriate, so I chose to support her back. But that
position allowed me to touch the back strap. Anyway, I hurriedly returned to the car as soon as we crossed the street. I wonder if
I managed to squeeze her breasts during that hug—so big, so soft!
It was a completely different feel from He Juan's youthful breasts! I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to properly caress them. The more
I thought about it, the hotter I became. I rushed home and, ignoring He Juan's pleas, we made love again.
A pale blue world, warm and comfortable.
"Awake?" A faint, somewhat muffled voice came.
Where am I? It's as if I'm floating in water. Suddenly, I felt a suction from my feet, and the pale blue world
slowly faded. I fell helplessly to the bottom of the transparent tank, naked, watching the pale blue water flow into a small
hole. A sudden blast of hot water poured over my head, hitting my extremely sensitive skin—it hurt so much! In a daze, a
figure appeared before my unfocused eyes. A sudden, expanding stinging pain made me cough. Water
slowly washed over my head, and blood clots kept spitting out of my mouth, floating before my eyes. A feeling of suffocation…
Ugh! I opened my eyes. He Juan was still fast asleep, her small, pale hand somehow covering my face. No wonder
I had trouble breathing. Another strange dream. I don't know when it started, but I always have strange dreams when I sleep.
I dreamt I was either shaking the earth or in a frigid snowfield, and this time I even dreamt I was floating in a glass tank.
I tiptoed out of bed, the warm sunlight streaming through the window onto me—another bright and sunny morning!
I took a shower, showed off my strong physique in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction. "Go for
it!" I cheered myself on in the mirror. My gaze fell on the logo in the lower right corner of the mirror—three horizontal
lines.
"Little sleepyhead, wake up." I pinched He Juan's pink, perky buttocks. Her pussy was slightly swollen;
I'd given her three orgasms yesterday. I lowered my head and kissed my way up her smooth back along her spine.
"Mmm! Honey, can you ask for a day off? I'm really exhausted," He Juan mumbled, turning over and burying
herself in the blankets. "Oh right, I'm going home today. My parents are coming back tomorrow morning."
"Ah! So soon?" I arched my back and burrowed under the covers, my large hands roaming over her heaving body.
He Juan turned over, closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, and murmured, "Yeah, last night
when you were asleep, my parents called. Stop messing around, I already said no, you were so mean to
me yesterday. You're so mean."
"Hehe, I can't be the one to ask for leave for you, can I?"
"It's so hot, get away from me. I'll call Zhang Ting later. Don't bother me, I'm going to sleep a little longer." Damn! Women
! When they miss you, they'll cling to you however they want, but when they don't, they complain about the heat. I squeezed her soft, perky breasts again,
got up, put on my clothes, and went out.
"Ye Da!" As soon as I parked the car, that chubby guy yelled. "I heard Juanjuan went to your house again last night
? And she even took the day off today, wow!"
"Go to hell, keep your voice down. How did you know she took the day off?" I elbowed him and asked.
"I just heard it from Tingting. I'm here specifically to wait for my hero." The chubby guy grinned.
"What hero?"
"Damn! The first time she couldn't walk, the second time she couldn't get out of bed, what else is she but a hero?"
"Go to hell."
"By the way, are you free after school? Come to my house for dinner."
"Why?"
"I made plans with Tingting to go to the movies tonight, but you know, my mom's been really strict with me lately."
The chubby guy said as he shoved a bag and a lottery ticket into my hand.
"So you want me to cover for you? I'll just call you later." For the sake of our longtime best friend
relationship, I happily accepted.
"Damn it! I told you so, last time I asked Liu Hailong to cover for me, and that son of a bitch ended up
getting caught by my mom. Now my mom doesn't believe any phone invitations anymore. Help me out, you can't just let
me smell the meat you're eating!" the chubby guy pleaded, offering another pack of Blue Lotus cigarettes.
"Just let me go?" The son of a bitch even offered up his own cigarettes; it seems he and Tingting have a thing?
"My mom has a pretty good impression of you, even though you're more powerful than me, she'll definitely believe what you say."
"Okay! Don't try to steal my cigarettes today."
"Just two, just two, hehe!"
Boring studying, a chaotic classroom, the chubby guy and I chatted idly, waiting for school to end
. The only thing that was a little surprising was that Liu Meimei had changed her outfit. A ruffled cartoon t-shirt, beige capri pants
, and although she still wore those unchanging black-rimmed glasses, she clearly caught everyone's eye. A bunch of
perverts surrounded her after class, pretending to discuss problems with their books.
"Hypocritical!" "Hypocritical!" Looking at those guys, Fatty and I cursed in unison, then looked at each other and laughed.
"Liu Kelan looks so pure today! Why isn't Ye Da going?" Fatty said with a lewd look.
"Forget it, I'm grateful she didn't come looking for me." Hehe, what's the rush? Looking at Liu Kelan's
happy face, she must think my advice to her yesterday worked. Don't rush, take it slow! "Why don't you go?
Haven't you been talking about Liu Kelan's big breasts? Now you can try to squeeze them in, maybe you'll have a chance."
"Hehe, Tingting's over there." This guy even waved to Zhang Ting. "Hypocritical."
Finally, school was over. I called He Juan and then drove with Fatty to his house
.
"Mom, we're back." Fatty winked at me as he entered the door.
"Hello, Aunt Zhou!" I hurriedly greeted the beautiful woman who gracefully approached. It seemed I hadn't misremembered;
the number 30 was flashing above her head.
"Xiao Ye is still so polite. Come in quickly. Dongdong, go help Mom get the watermelon out of the fridge.
It's so hot outside!" Aunt Zhou said warmly.
No wonder she was a dance teacher; she was even more slender in person than in photos. She probably
incorporated dance movements into her life; every step and sway of her waist carried an elegant air. Especially today, in her two-piece
casual outfit—a light green floral cotton skirt and a white openwork vest—she exuded a refined elegance
. Her long hair was casually tied in a bun at the back of her head, revealing her slender neck. Having seen those
kinds of photos, I felt she possessed a subtle allure within her elegance. With such a beautiful mother before him, it was no wonder Chen Dong
had that kind of desire. Thinking of Chen Dong's father, I thought angrily: All those good cunts have been fucked by dogs.
"No, Da Ye and I are going upstairs to study. Call us when dinner's ready!" The chubby guy, with
a noticeable bulge in his crotch, hurriedly dragged me upstairs to his bedroom.
"Tch, you've got guts. By the way, what made you fall for Zhang Ting?" I chuckled and asked curiously. After all,
Zhang Ting was the complete opposite of Aunt Zhou, so why would the chubby guy pursue her?
"Hehe." The chubby guy scratched his head sheepishly. "Xiao Ting can dance, right?"
I nodded, still not quite understanding. Just because Zhang Ting could dance like his mother?
Just then, Aunt Zhou knocked and entered, placing a plate of watermelon on the desk. As she bent over, I peeked through her neckline and saw
she wasn't wearing a bra! Although I only saw a general outline, when Aunt Zhou stood up straight, her pert breasts were damn
well not supported by a bra. I looked at the chubby guy; he clearly swallowed hard. Judging by his position, he definitely
saw more than I did.
"Eat up, study hard! I won't bother you anymore," Aunt Zhou said, turning and leaving.
I glanced at her round, pert buttocks; there was a mark from her underwear.
I patted the chubby guy on the shoulder and said, "Brother, I understand you."
The chubby guy chuckled. "Why don't you go talk to my mom now?"
I walked down the stairs, and Aunt Zhou was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. "Xiao Ye, why did you come down?"
"I came to see Aunt Zhou, it smells so good! What kind of soup is it?" I asked, pointing to the bubbling casserole on the stove.
"It's stewed pigeon for you. You're in your final year of high school, and you've repeated a few years. You have to work hard this year! Go study!"
Aunt Zhou smiled and said with concern.
"Aunt Zhou, let me help you!" I said, picking up a cabbage from beside the bathtub.
"How can you do this? You're a guest!"
"It's alright, I'm used to doing this all by myself." Suddenly, the red number above Aunt Zhou's head jumped to 31.
"Oh! Dongdong mentioned it. Why don't you come to Auntie's for meals from now on?"
"That would be so embarrassing!"
"It's alright. Just tell Auntie what you like to
eat." "I like everything Auntie makes." 33 "Hehe, you've got a sweet tongue."
Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I decided not to use the excuse I'd planned with the chubby guy. "Aunt Zhou, just call me
Sister Zhou. You only look a year or two older than me."
"Hehe, not at all." 35 "By the way, Sister Zhou, Dongdong wants to go see
a movie with a girl from our class today."
"What? Not to school for tutoring?" Aunt Zhou's face fell, and she turned to go find the chubby guy. I
quickly grabbed her hand. 37.
"But Dongdong thought it over and over and felt that lying to you was wrong, so he asked me to plead with you."
"Oh, you didn't come here to lie to me with him." 30 "Um! Actually, Dongdong and I have both repeated
a year of high school. To be honest, the more we repeat a year, the more scared we become when we go to the exam hall. Especially Dongdong, every time
he sees you he feels guilty, but the more guilty he feels, the worse he performs. He's sad too!" Seeing me say this,
Aunt Zhou softened, looking very sad.
"You raised him all by yourself, and I've lived alone since I was little, so I really understand your feelings
. Sometimes I envy Dongdong, at least he has a mother like you who cares about him so much."
"Child, you too..." Aunt Zhou couldn't help but be moved. 35 "It's alright, I'm a man,
how can I grow up without experiencing things? Actually, Dongdong is the same, he's 22 already, at the age where he has some thoughts and impulses.
It's not good for him to always be so tense." Seeing Aunt Zhou hesitate, I quickly said, "Sometimes having some
compatible female friends is really effective in relaxing. Don't you think so... Don't worry, I will definitely urge
him to study hard."
"Okay, consider it a day off for him. If Dongdong were as mature as you, I would be more relaxed."
Aunt Zhou was finally persuaded and said with a smile. "Can I let go of Auntie's hand now?"
Uh, she still noticed, my soft, boneless hand, without a single callus on my palm, felt very
comfortable to touch. I let go of her hand embarrassedly and said, "I'm only a little older than Dongdong, I'm still a child."
"A child? Hehe, a child wouldn't be as eloquent as you. You've fooled quite a few girls, haven't you!" Aunt Zhou
said jokingly. I knew she was referring to what I said about having some compatible female friends being effective in relaxing
.
"No! I'm a bit picky, so..." I shrugged.
"Oh! What makes you so picky?" Aunt Zhou was probably quite enthusiastic after the earlier buildup.
"At least she has to be as beautiful and elegant as Sister Zhou, and have a good figure too!" I
said intentionally in an admiring tone.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Zhou stared at me blankly, tapped my head, and laughed, "Well, you dare
to talk to your aunt so casually." The number above her head jumped to 45, but quickly dropped to 35.
I pressed on, "Well, there's no way around it. A woman as beautiful as Aunt Zhou would make any man's heart flutter,
unless that man is blind." Sure enough, the effective number jumped to 55, and then dropped to 40.
Aunt Zhou blushed. Knowing when
to stop, I quickly chose a topic to chat with her about, only occasionally flattering her to
keep the number above her head between 50 and 60.
During dinner, Aunt Zhou warned the chubby guy a little before letting him leave, and even gave him two hundred yuan.
Although this amount of money was really small for the chubby guy, the meaning behind it
changed the way he looked at me. When the chubby guy was leaving, I made an excuse to stay. Although I couldn't explain what I was thinking at the time,
I just wanted to spend more time with this elegant and beautiful woman in front of me.
Sitting on the sofa, we chatted idly for a while, and then Aunt Zhou went back to her room to change into a comfortable and form-fitting set of sportswear
and began her daily evening exercises. A dance teacher! Indeed, very strict, but
it was also related to my previous chat. She actually set up a gymnastics mat in the living room and started doing it.
Watching the beautiful woman in front of me doing all sorts of alluring movements on the ground two meters away, especially the bent-over, perky-buttocks
pose, if it weren't for the chubby guy, I would have pounced on her like a wild wolf. Slender and long waist,
round and firm buttocks, a perfect heart shape. There were also large breasts under her sportswear, pressed against the ground, clearly creating a
flat, round shape. Her long, straight legs were stretched taut, and her pert buttocks swayed left and right on the mat with her movements.
Her right leg slowly rose, revealing her hips, making one want to rush forward and rip off those annoying sports pants.
"Xiao Ye, come help me," Aunt Zhou, sitting on the mat, suddenly called out.
I ran over eagerly, following her instructions, placing my feet against her straight, close-knit feet, and
holding her smooth, white wrists. Her delicate face slowly lowered in front of me, and
her large, white breasts, exposed from her t-shirt under her sportswear, slowly pressed against her calves, squeezing and deforming, the two mounds of white flesh tightly pressed
together. One, two, three.
*Pfft!* "Okay, you don't need to help anymore, Auntie can do it herself," Aunt Zhou suddenly released my hands
. But her eyes glanced at the tent that was bulging high in my crotch.
"Oh!" I quickly sat down on the sofa. "Auntie, your body is so flexible! I can't bend to your
extent." To avoid embarrassment, I quickly praised her.
"Hehe, Auntie is a dancer, of course I can do it, but I'm getting old now. Auntie used
to be able to pull her legs back over her head." Aunt Zhou said proudly.
Aunt Zhou started twisting again, sweat slowly dripping down her smooth neck. Perhaps because she was mindful of my
presence, she didn't take off her coat. Looking at the charming Aunt Zhou, I gradually fell silent, while the numbers above Aunt Zhou's head
began to jump up and down.
"Sister Zhou, do you know ballroom dancing? My class is organizing a dance next week, can you teach me?" Seeing that
my excuse for staying here was getting weaker and weaker, I spoke up.
"Oh! Hehe, sure!"
Soft, boneless hands, a supple waist, the two of them breathing, the ancients' saying about fragrant sweat was indeed true.
Especially her full breasts rubbing together from time to time.
"Your breathing is too heavy, slow down," Aunt Zhou said softly.
"I don't need to stop breathing! Slow down a bit," Aunt Zhou said softly.
The numbers above her head kept rising with her body temperature: 55, 60, 65, 70. "Sister Zhou," my
voice trembled slightly.
"Hmm." Aunt Zhou raised her head, her lips red and her nose delicate. I kissed her boldly, my hands
encircling her soft, slender waist.
"What are you doing? I'm your aunt, I'm Chen Dong's mother." Aunt Zhou struggled, her soft belly
rubbing against my erect penis. "Sister Zhou, you're so beautiful, I like you so much. Sister Zhou," I
called out in a daze, kissing her all over.
"No, no, I am..." I had already pinched the pert buttocks that had been swaying in my eyes for so long, full
and soft. "I am your aunt, I am..." I had already licked her long neck.
*Smack!* Aunt Zhou tightened her coat, which I had pulled open, looking at
me with a mixture of fear, embarrassment, and anger as I covered my cheek.
"I'm sorry, I really like you," I said, a little worried and apprehensive.
"It's late, you should go."
I watched Aunt Zhou run upstairs in a panic, hearing the door slam shut. I gave a bitter smile and left.
In the evening breeze, I picked up the phone, wanting to call…who was it again? A sweet, melodious voice, swollen, white
labia. Uh, I searched for a long time, but couldn't find the person I was looking for. Who went?
"You're recovering well. But the next six months are crucial."
"You know what? I just heard the country is secretly researching a cryogenics program."
"Zhang Ye, you're excellent. You're top-notch in the guard unit. From now on, take this medicine on time every day
. It will greatly benefit your future life and training."
"Have you heard? Zhang Tao from F Brigade participated in Project X and died. How would I know? I
heard it from Officer Liu when I went to the brigade headquarters."
Beep beep beep.
I suddenly opened my eyes and turned to look at the brain on the bedside table. A line of numbers was displayed on the digital clock (104
9583604). I shook my head, got up, picked up the phone, and pressed the number. "12 noon
, Peach Blossom Building, Room 1707." A synthesized voice came from the other end of the phone, followed by a text message
that read, "12 noon, Peach Blossom Building, Room 1707."
"Da Ye! Damn! Why do you look like you haven't woken up yet?" The chubby guy who had just gotten out of the car pounced on me excitedly
.
"What? Oh. By the way, how was last night?" Looking at Chen Dong, I felt a little guilty thinking about my impulsiveness last night
.
"Hehe! First base! Much worse than you." It seemed he didn't know about last night.
I smiled and said, "Then I'll do my best."
Back in the classroom, there was an empty seat diagonally in front of me. For some reason, I habitually glanced at it a few times.
"Everyone, quiet down. This is a new student, just transferred from Huadu. Everyone should get along well
! Say hello to everyone!" Liu Meimei brought a petite girl with short hair before class.
"Hello everyone, my name is Chen Juan. Please take care of me." The little girl said timidly.
"Your seat is over there, go ahead." Liu Meimei pointed to the empty seat diagonally in front of me and said to the little girl
.
"Damn! Why do girls these days look so young? Have they even graduated from junior high yet?" The chubby guy behind me
said in a low voice.
"Who sat in that seat before?" I was a little confused.
"Uh, no one sat there! It's always been empty." The chubby guy said seriously.
Is that so? "I think so." Suddenly, a realization dawned on me: that seat used to be occupied by a boy named He Jun
, who transferred schools after a few days.
Boring study time. Tilting my head, I looked out the window at the sky, my mind drifting between Aunt Zhou's alluring figure and
the scent of her in my arms.
At noon, I stood in the Peach Blossom Building, only seven stories high. Damn! Wasn't it supposed to be room 1707?
What kind of number is this?
"Hello, welcome to the Peach Blossom Building. Which floor would you like to go to?" the sweet-looking elevator operator
greeted me warmly.
"Um, which floor is room 1707 on?" I asked, confused.
"Oh! You want to go to room 1707? Are you sure?" the elevator operator asked with a smile.
I took out my phone and showed her a text message. Suddenly, the girl, who had been smiling sweetly, pulled out
a syringe from behind her and stabbed me in the neck, injecting a blue-glowing liquid into my body. I blinked, and all my memories
returned.
"Take it off," I said coldly, my wicked smile reflecting in the impeccably clean elevator.
The elevator operator, dressed in a pink business suit, smiled sweetly and pressed the green button
. Then she gracefully approached me, her pink-nailed fingers slowly unbuttoning my shirt. She leaned over
and lightly licked my chest with her soft tongue, from my collarbone to my chest, from my lower abdomen to my navel.
After removing my coat, she slowly kissed me while unbuttoning my pants.
"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" she asked, her slender white fingers pinching my limp penis.
"That depends on how sexy your underwear is," I said, pinching her delicate, smooth face. The elevator ascended
for a while before suddenly changing direction.
The elevator hostess slowly and deliberately removed her pink suit, moving to some kind of dance rhythm, revealing
a pure white bra underneath. The semi-transparent bra had a large flower embroidered only on the nipple, and the transparent panties were only
padded at the crotch. She swayed, her alluring buttocks brushing against my penis.
*Smack!* I raised my hand and slapped her swaying buttocks hard. "Ouch! Why did you hit me
? It hurts!" the elevator hostess turned her head, pouting.
"Feels good, no wonder the system chose you as the contact. Let me see how good your oral skills are." Knowing
she was a machine-generated humanoid, the perfect mental simulation made it impossible for me to truly be ruthless.
"It's all red, you're so naughty!" The elevator girl, rubbing the spot I'd slapped, scolded me tearfully, then knelt between
my legs.
The classroom air conditioning was great, but the outdoor heat and repeated urination had inevitably given my penis a distinctive
odor. The elevator girl leaned over and rubbed her face against my penis, sniffing it with her small nose.
"You're so hot-tempered. It stinks." She wrinkled her nose and pouted. Before I could scold her, she put on a sweet
smile: "But I like it." She opened her mouth and took my slightly erect penis entirely into her mouth, teasing
it with her tongue.
"You dare complain I smell bad? Believe me, I'll pee in your mouth!" I said, feigning fierceness. Unexpectedly, she rolled
her eyes at me, then suddenly sucked, her fine teeth lightly biting my increasingly hard penis, as if to say, "Go ahead and pee, who's afraid of who?"
The elevator hostess held my thigh with one hand, trying her best to scrape my scrotum with her fingers. Her other hand reached down to
her crotch, gently massaging her genitals. Her breathing grew heavier, and moans rose. The five mirror-like
elevator walls reflected the lewd scene from several angles.
I slowly took a few steps back, leaning against the elevator wall. The elevator hostess
crawled a few steps like a puppy lured with a hot sausage.
"So big, so hard. I can't even swallow it all." The elevator hostess pressed her face tightly against my erect penis
with an admiring expression. As she spoke, she raised her fingers from between her legs, a pool of glistening precum on the fingertips. "Look,
I'm all wet. I'm so itchy down there."
I didn't answer, grabbed her hair, and thrust my hips hard into her mouth a few times. She struggled
to suppress her nausea, the saliva in her mouth gushing out with each thrust, dripping onto the floor and sliding down my scrotum. It
was practically a mixture of tears and saliva!
"Get up, lean against the wall, spread your legs a bit." I loosened her hair, thrusting my hips forcefully, slamming her
to the ground. I commanded her without giving her any time to react.
Her soft, white body, slender waist, and rounded buttocks. Tearing off her transparent panties, between her white thighs
lay her tender labia, slightly parted revealing the pink flesh inside. I pressed one hand against her smooth back
, lowering her waist slightly, while the other hand guided my penis against that tender indentation.
"Cough, I've never been deflowered before, please be gentle." The elevator operator
pleaded softly, suppressing her nausea. "Mmm! Be gentle. It hurts."
I thrust hard, her vagina gushing with lustful fluids, allowing me to penetrate without resistance, easily breaking through that
barrier. Her tight vagina enveloped my hot, erect penis. The shallow vagina, the tight, fiery flesh—about
thirty minutes until we reached our destination. I gripped her breasts tightly, thrusting my hips repeatedly.
Her plump, white buttocks rippled with each impact, her increasingly wanton moans stimulating
me. *Slap! Slap! Slap!* I slapped her white buttocks repeatedly, watching the pale flesh slowly become covered in crimson
handprints. With each slap, her already tight vagina contracted even more, as if trying to snap my penis in two.
"Ah! Harder, hit me, hit me harder. Harder!" the elevator operator pleaded, trembling. I hadn't
expected her to be a masochist, huh?
The elevator operator suddenly stood up, pushed me down to the ground, straddled me, gently pushed my erect penis aside, and slumped
down. One hand pressed against my chest, the other squeezed her own breasts hard, like a knight
leaping across my body. "Hit me, hit my horny tits. Pinch my nipples, pinch my nipples hard!" After pinching them hard for a while,
she grabbed my hand and pressed it against her pert breasts, screaming.
She pinched hard, as if trying to burst the soft flesh. She pinched the erect nipples with all her might, as if trying
to tear them off.
Her sweet face was now a picture of madness, her eyes rolled back, she screamed like a wounded female beast, and leaped like a conquering wild horse
. Finally, in her dazed trembling, I ejaculated hard, streams of semen shooting inside her.
Thump! The elevator, which had been running for a long time, finally stopped. I stood up and looked back at
the elevator operator, her eyes rolled back and drooling. I stepped out of the elevator, and suddenly the elevator floor cracked open, a black hole swallowing the woman's body filled with my 　　 semen
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