Professor's Passionate Moments

For students, exams always come slower than they imagine and faster than they actually do.

So when the associate professor of auditing announced before the end of class that there would be a midterm exam next week, everyone still made a "wow" sound to feign surprise. The associate professor was used to it, didn't even react, packed his bag and left. "Hey, what should we do?" Yi-ling said to another girl next to her, "This subject is so hard, did you take notes?" "I copied them very messily," the girl said, "I'm afraid even I can't understand them." "Then what should we do...?" Yi-ling turned to the seat in front and asked, "Wen-wen, you must have copied them!" "Yes!" Wen-wen said, "But I don't know if they're useful." "Lend me your copy," Yi-ling ran over, "I'll read it first." "Can't you copy your own notes?" Xue-mei, who was further in front, said coldly, "Why are you borrowing from everyone! Cough cough..." Yi-ling and Wen-wen looked at each other. Wen-wen smiled embarrassedly. After Xue-mei left her seat, Yi-ling made a face at her back and whispered, "Pretending! Coughing devil!" Xue-mei had caught a cold these past two days and had been coughing non-stop. The girl who had been sitting next to Yiling came over and said, "Don't mind her, she's a good student... Hey, by the way, I heard from students in other departments that our associate professor has been in a bad mood lately, I wonder if he'll deliberately make things difficult for next week's exam..." "Ah! Don't scare me!" Wenwen was worried. "Really!" the girl said, "They said he and his wife immigrated, but after they got to America, his wife said she wanted a divorce..." "No, they said they already are..." someone else said. Girls are very interested in these kinds of rumors, and they immediately forgot about the exam, exchanging information vividly, naturally embellishing and making a fuss over nothing. "Alright! Alright!" Abin, who hadn't said a word for a while, couldn't stand it anymore: "Lunch is ready, finish eating and study quickly." "Are you treating?" the girl asked. “Uh,” Abin was momentarily speechless, then changed the subject, “The weather is really nice today.” “You have no sincerity at all.” The girl said, “Don’t always cling to your girlfriend, we classmates are actually pretty good too! Ask me out once in a while…” Abin looked at Yiling and Wenwen embarrassedly, and quickly packed his bag. Yiling, being very clever, suggested, “Okay, let’s eat together! And I’ll make a copy of the notes for everyone.” This last sentence was addressed to Wenwen, who nodded and said, “Okay.” Everyone picked up their bags and ate something at the buffet restaurant near the school gate. Yiling, who usually didn’t burn incense, didn’t dare to be negligent this time, so she took the initiative to go to the photocopy shop to print out the notes, distributed them to everyone, and then scattered like birds and beasts to go back to their own prayers. Yi-ling pulled Wen-wen aside: "Wen-wen, I have an idea..." She told Wen-wen her idea, and Wen-wen listened, sometimes shaking her head, sometimes nodding. After Yi-ling finished speaking, she asked, "Is it okay?" "Is this alright?" Wen-wen hesitated. Yi-ling was suggesting visiting the associate professor. "Okay! Okay!" Yi-ling said, "I guarantee it will be perfect." "But...but..." Wen-wen said, "Why do I have to go with you?" "Oh!" Yi-ling took her hand: "You have notes, so you'll have a better direction when you ask..." "But...but..." Wen-wen was still worried. "It's okay," Yi-ling pulled her: "Let's go! It's so dark, it looks like it's going to rain, let's hurry." It really was dark, with dark clouds overhead, and the air was very stuffy. Wenwen, who had always lacked assertiveness, was easily coaxed and tricked by Yiling, who dragged her to the faculty dormitory next to the school. "This seems to be the place," Yiling said, jumping onto the steps and ringing the doorbell. "Maybe not..." Wenwen hesitated. "Come on up!" Yiling pressed the doorbell again. "This might... upset the teacher..." Wenwen said with a pained expression. "No, it won't." Yiling pressed the doorbell a third time. "It looks like it's going to rain...maybe..." Wenwen made up an excuse. "Who is it?" But it was too late; the door had already opened. "Um, you guys..." "Teacher!" Yiling flashed a charming and radiant smile. "Looking for me?" The associate professor, wearing a t-shirt, was chewing something. “Teacher,” Yi Ling said, pulling Wen Wen’s hand, “Excuse me, are you having lunch? I’m so sorry… It’s like this, there were a couple of things we didn’t understand in class just now, and we couldn’t figure them out together. Could we… ask you again?” Yi Ling sounded so convincing that the associate professor found it hard to refuse. A teacher is supposed to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts. He scratched his ear and said, “Okay… okay… please come in!” Yi Ling’s first move had worked. She winked at Wen Wen, and the two of them, hand in hand, followed the associate professor into the room. “Excuse me,” the associate professor said as they walked, “the room is a little messy…” “Giggle…” Yi Ling and Wen Wen couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The room wasn’t just a little messy; it was a complete mess. The dormitory was old to begin with, but upon entering, there was a distinctive stench of a single man. Shoes and socks were piled haphazardly beside the door, clothes and miscellaneous items were scattered everywhere in the living room, the television and computer screens were lit, books, bottles, jars, cups, plates, and chopsticks were on the sofa, and the long table was covered with papers and stationery. The only small empty space held a bowl of instant noodles, steaming hot. "You're eating this for lunch, Professor?" Yi-Ling asked, turning with Wen-Wen to look around at the unbelievable room. "Hehe..." The associate professor could only chuckle awkwardly, unsure what to do. "Ah," Yi-Ling said, "then you can continue eating first, we'll ask again later." "Um... this..." The associate professor became bewildered, completely different from his authoritative professional demeanor in the classroom. “Eat up, eat up,” Yi Ling said, holding Wen Wen’s hand. “Wen Wen, come on…” They walked towards the kitchen at the back of the house. The associate professor hesitated for a moment, then sat down to continue eating his instant noodles, though his eyes kept glancing nervously towards the kitchen. The faint sound of water and other clinking noises came from the kitchen. Soon, Wen Wen came out, carrying a plastic basket to gather the scattered bowls and chopsticks. “Um… that…” The associate professor felt embarrassed and was about to say something. “Eat your noodles, teacher.” Yi Ling also came out, carrying an even larger basket. The associate professor, like a kindergarten child, obediently picked up his noodles and silently sucked on them, as if he had done something wrong. Wenwen carried the basket back to the kitchen, while Yiling squatted down beside the sofa, tossing her sweaty clothes into the basket one by one. The associate professor ate his noodles while watching Yiling, who was focused on tidying up and didn't even glance at him. The associate professor blinked, a pang of sadness in his heart. Yiling squatted there, her slender waist and delicate hips forming a beautiful curve. The associate professor stared at this student full of youthful energy, somewhat dazed. "Eating noodles, silly," Yiling said. The associate professor snapped out of his reverie, feeling a little embarrassed at being called a silly person. Just then, Wenwen came out with the empty basket, easing some of the awkwardness. "Boom!" A sudden clap of thunder startled Wenwen, making her jump back with a "Ya!" followed by the sound of pouring rain. “It’s raining…” Yi-ling asked the associate professor, “Where’s the washing machine?” “You’ll see it as soon as you go out the back door of the kitchen…” Yi-ling smiled sweetly at him, then turned and went to the back. The associate professor felt another pang of sadness. Wen-wen swept the remaining dishes and chopsticks on the sofa, pushed them into the basket, and also went back to the back of the house. The rain was pouring down. The associate professor, still feeling uneasy, picked up his noodles to eat again, but then heard a “clang” and two girls’ gasps. He quickly spat out the noodles, stood up, and shouted, “What’s wrong?!” “N-nothing…” That was Yi-ling’s reply. The associate professor was worried and was about to go check on them when Yi-ling and Wen-wen came out of the kitchen, both of them soaked to the bone. Yi-ling stuck out her tongue and chuckled, saying, "We bumped into each other when we opened the back door and knocked over the bucket..." They patted the water off themselves; Wen-wen's white shorts still had a large mud stain on them. As Yi-ling and Wen-wen were tidying up, the doorbell suddenly rang again. The associate professor glanced at the two of them, then at the door, before putting down his chopsticks and walking towards the front door. "Who is it?" the associate professor asked, opening the door. Standing in the doorway was Xue-mei, soaked to the bone from the rain. "Professor..." she began, then stopped, realizing she had seen Yi-ling and Wen-wen inside. The atmosphere instantly became tense. The associate professor suddenly remembered he should call Xue Mei in quickly, but Yi Ling spoke up: "Ah, you're late! Why are you so soaked? Come in!" Wen Wen glared at Yi Ling at first, but then quickly realized what was happening and said, "Yeah, why are you so late?" She ran to the door and pulled Xue Mei inside: "Hey, weren't you still coughing? You're soaked..." The associate professor made way for her, genuinely thinking they had come together. "The professor is still having lunch, we'll just help him clean up..." Yi Ling turned to the associate professor and said, "Look, the three of us are all soaked, do you have any clothes for us to change into?" "How could I have clothes for you to change into..." The associate professor closed the door and scratched his head. “Shirts and t-shirts are fine, let’s change out of our wet clothes first.” “We have a few shirts…” “They need to be clean.” Yi-ling remembered the pile of smelly clothes in the washing machine. “Clean, clean,” the associate professor said, “They’re in the room, I’ll take you there.” The associate professor opened the bedroom door. Although it wasn’t exactly tidy, it was much better than the living room. Yi-ling went in, and Wen-wen pulled Xue-mei along. Xue-mei was a little hesitant, but she still went in with them. The associate professor rummaged through the closet and found a few shirts. Sure enough, they were all clean, and Yi-ling was quite satisfied. “Is there a hairdryer?” Yi-ling asked again. She and Wenwen were only wet in their clothes; the hairdryer was clearly for Xuemei. Xuemei's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately she didn't. "Yes, yes..." the assistant instructor...The professor nodded. "Wait a moment, I'll go get it." He placed the shirt on the bedside table and left the room. The room quieted down after the professor's departure, and even the outside was quiet. Wenwen looked at the window by the bed and said, "The rain is getting lighter..." "Ahem..." Xuemei said, "What...what are you doing here?" "And what are you doing here?" Yiling smiled sweetly, gently stroking Xuemei's hair. Xuemei turned her head away, remaining silent. "Ah, let's quickly change!" Wenwen said. Yiling responded and naturally and confidently took off her wet clothes. Wenwen was a little more reserved; with her back to the two, she also unbuttoned her shirt. Xuemei didn't move, not even looking at them. "Yiling, you have a really good figure," Wenwen said. Yi-ling took off her outer clothes, pants, shoes, and socks. Just as she was about to unbutton her bra, she saw that Wen-wen was already putting on her shirt and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you still wearing wet clothes underneath?" "Oh!" Wen-wen then took off her shirt and unbuttoned her bra as well. Both of them were left with only small thongs, revealing their fair and tender breasts. "You have a nice figure too!" While Wen-wen was putting her shirt back on, Yi-ling mischievously reached out and flicked Wen-wen's pink nipple. "Ouch!" Wen-wen quickly dodged, but the two of them bumped into the associate professor's arms. The room door hadn't been closed yet, and the associate professor was standing in the doorway with a hairdryer. "Hair...hair dryer..." "Thank you..." Yi Ling, her shirt unbuttoned, jumped over to take the hairdryer, pulling Wenwen out of the associate professor's arms at the same time, and slammed the door shut. The associate professor's nose was only two centimeters from the door. Before he could even move away, the door opened again, and Yi Ling poked half her body out, asking, "Are there any towels?" This little devil, Yi Ling, her shirt unbuttoned again, her round, plump breast trembling slightly. The associate professor swallowed hard. "I...I'll go get it..." he said. "Bang!" The door closed again. Wenwen, her cheeks flushed, buttoned up her clothes one by one. Yiling, carrying a hairdryer, walked over to Xuemei, who remained motionless in her wet clothes. Yiling said, "Alright, stop being so awkward. Come on, sit here and change your clothes. You're not feeling too bad..." Although Xuemei listened and sat down on the edge of the bed, she showed no intention of taking off her clothes. "Knock knock," came a knock on the door. The associate professor said from outside, "Towel..." Wenwen glanced at Yiling, who gave her a wink. Wenwen went barefoot to open the door, took the towel, and handed it to Yiling. Turning back, she saw the associate professor still standing dumbfounded at the door and said, "Professor, didn't you still eat your noodles?" "Ah! Right!" "I haven't finished washing the dishes yet either." Wenwen walked to the door, pulled the associate professor away, and closed the door behind her. Only Xue Mei and Yi Ling remained in the room. Yi Ling spread out a towel, knelt on the bed, and gently rubbed Xue Mei's hair from behind, wiping away the raindrops. Then she reached for Xue Mei's chest, unbuttoned her clothes, and gently pulled them down. Both remained silent. "You have such delicate skin," Yi Ling said as she pulled down Xue Mei's bra strap. Xue Mei shook her hair but still didn't speak. Yi Ling draped a shirt over Xue Mei's shoulders, jumped off the bed, and began to remove her long skirt. Suddenly, Xue Mei's pretty face flushed crimson. Yi Ling ignored her and continued to remove her skirt. Xue Mei covered her hands with her underwear, which A Bin had recently given her; the backside was made of sheer mesh. Yi Ling laughed, reaching out to touch Xue Mei's buttocks, saying, "Oh dear! Even here it's wet!" She then tried to take off Xue Mei's underwear, but Xue Mei refused this time. Yi Ling stood up, laughing as she took off her own underwear, saying, "Silly girl, mine's wet too, it's so uncomfortable to wear." Although covered by a shirt, Xue Mei could still see Yi Ling's dark private parts. Yi Ling lifted her shirt to her waist, revealing her fragrant body. She said to Xue Mei, "What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid to look at my good figure!" Xue Mei couldn't help but cough twice, gritting her teeth, still pulling her shirt to cover herself. Yi Ling stopped laughing at her, simply squatting down to take off her shoes and socks, then picked up a hairdryer, found the outlet, and squatted behind Xue Mei to dry her hair. The warm air blew onto Xue Mei's cold hair. The two fell silent until Yi Ling completely dried her hair. Xue Mei suddenly started coughing again, and the coughing wouldn't stop. Yi Ling patted her back, but she shook her hand to indicate she was alright. Yi Ling got out of bed, casually buttoned two buttons, grabbed the pile of wet clothes on the floor, and quietly left the room. After a while, she came back in, carrying a glass of warm water. "Teacher happens to have some Kangde capsules. Would you like some?" Yi Ling held out her palm, revealing a capsule. Xue Mei nodded, took it, swallowed it, and drank a sip of water. Yi Ling sat down next to Xue Mei, staring intently at her face. "Where's Wenwen?" Xue Mei asked. “I’m still tidying up the kitchen,” Yi Ling said. “Honestly, Xue Mei, you’re very pretty.” Xue Mei blushed again, her eyes looking out the window. “The rain has stopped…” Yi Ling also looked out the window and said, “Come on!” Yi Ling pulled Xue Mei, opened the window, and they knelt side by side on the bed, elbows resting on the windowsill. Outside the window was a very small garden, surrounded by dense bougainvillea, still quite messy. “Hmm… the air is so nice,” Yi Ling said. “Yi Ling,” Xue Mei said, “I’m sorry…” “What?” Yi Ling asked. Xue Mei shook her head and didn’t say anything more. Yi Ling rolled her eyes at her and lightly slapped her bottom with her palm. Xuemei gasped, only then remembering that she was only wearing almost transparent underwear, while Yiling wasn't wearing any pants at all. The two of them were still sitting there, their butts sticking out, looking out the window. Yiling had her arm around Xuemei's shoulder, and they were both laughing hysterically. "We rarely talk..." Yiling said. "Yeah." "Hmm, do you have a boyfriend?" Yiling suddenly asked. "..." Xuemei thought of Abin and blushed again: "Why are you asking that?" "Do I have one?" Xuemei couldn't answer immediately. Did she have a boyfriend? Abin didn't seem like a boyfriend, but answering no seemed a little embarrassing. "You don't really have one, do you?" Xuemei looked back into the distance. “Not really?” Yi Ling pondered. “How strange…” “What’s strange?” “Such a beautiful woman, are you hesitating or is she hesitating?” “You’re talking nonsense…” “I’m not talking nonsense…” Yi Ling rested her head on Xue Mei’s shoulder. “…” Xue Mei said, “Hey, don’t do this…” “What about me?” Yi Ling said, “Can’t I even lean on you?” “No… I didn’t mean that… I meant…” Xue Mei said, “Don’t do this!” “I didn’t do anything!” “Don’t touch me!” “I didn’t touch you!” Yi Ling shook her hands: “My hands are here!” Xue Mei turned her head suspiciously and found that behind the rounded buttocks, besides the apple green color of her underwear, there was a fluffy black shadow that was wriggling up, down, left, and right. “Ah…” Xue Mei suddenly gasped. "Ah..." Yi Ling also saw the thing. She reached for the hairdryer by the bed and cleverly flung it at the creature. The dark shadow was thrown off the bed and landed on the floor. It turned out to be a large spider, about half the size of her palm. Yi Ling knelt down on the edge of the bed, picked up a shoe, and slapped the spider until it was a bloody mess. "Uh...uh..." Xue Mei trembled with fear: "It...it...it bit me..." "Where did it bite?" Yi Ling bent down. "Butt...butt..." Xue Mei was about to cry. "Let me see..." Yi Ling comforted her: "Lower your body!" Xue Mei leaned back against the windowsill, sticking her buttocks up. Yi Ling looked at her but couldn't see anything wrong, so she pulled her underwear down to her thighs. Xue Mei wanted to stop her, but she didn't know what that damned spider had done to her, so she had no choice but to let Yi Ling pull it down. “There’s a line…” Yi Ling said, looking at the spider. A thin, red, thread-like scratch ran diagonally from Xue Mei’s right buttock to the right. Yi Ling guessed it was from the spider’s sharp claws when she brushed it away. “What to do? What to do?” Xue Mei was frantic. “Let me check again…” Yi Ling looked her over again, but there was no redness or blood. “Does it hurt here?” Yi Ling gently touched the thin scratch with her finger. “Hmm…no.” Xue Mei said. “And here?” “No, it doesn’t.” Yi Ling asked her twice more, and since Xue Mei didn’t feel any pain, Yi Ling felt relieved that the unlucky spider hadn’t caused her any harm. Looking at Xue Mei’s round, white buttocks, she couldn’t help but have a mischievous thought. “But it’s so red…” she said deliberately, while picking at the fine lines with the tip of her fingernail. “Hmm…it’s a little itchy…” Xue Mei said, not knowing whether the itching was caused by her fingernail or the spider. “Oh no…” Yi Ling said, her index and middle fingers twitching incessantly: “There’s one here too.” She picked at the edge of Xue Mei’s anus with the tip of her fingernail, and Xue Mei felt a chill run down her spine, goosebumps rising on her skin. “Yi Ling…” “Don’t move, don’t move,” Yi Ling said, “I have to take another look…” There were a few fine, soft hairs around Xue Mei’s anus, and Yi Ling guessed that Xue Mei herself didn’t know. She gently pulled out one or two of them, and Xue Mei couldn’t help but moan, her face turning bright red. "Hmm... Ouch... What are you doing?" "Checking you," she said, "I'm looking further down." Looking further down would lead to an unbelievable place, and Xue Mei's face was burning hot enough to strike a match. "No... Don't... Won't you bite there?" "Who knows?" Yi Ling said, "It's better to check." Yi Ling lay behind Xue Mei's buttocks, still using her fingertips to gently brush the pubic hairs that clung to her mons pubis. "Xue Mei..." "Hmm." "Has that person looked here?" "Who?" "That... boyfriend who isn't really a boyfriend..." Yi Ling brushed her hair back: "Did he?" "Don't talk nonsense." Yi Ling laughed: "Hehe""...Xuemei didn't know what she was laughing at. "Actually, I have many boyfriends like that too," Yiling said. "I was going to say that your boyfriend must have complimented you on how pretty you are down there." "You... what are you looking at..." "It really is pretty!" Yiling pressed her face against Xuemei's buttocks. Xuemei only remembered that Abin had said her little garden was very delicate, and she didn't know what "pretty" meant, but it was really embarrassing for someone to stare at that kind of place and touch it. "Is it okay now, Yiling?" she asked. "Not really," Yiling said, "It's a little itchy here, isn't it?" Yiling's fingernails were scratching her perineum, and Xuemei nodded in agreement. "I knew it," Yiling said. "What should I do? What should I do?" "Xue Mei's eyes were filled with pain. "Don't worry," Yi Ling said, "I'll think of a way." Yi Ling's method was quite strange. She used the tip of her fingernail to pry open Xue Mei's closed petals, and then slowly slid it back and forth. Xue Mei's skin broke out in goosebumps again. Yi Ling very carefully and repeatedly parted the pink flesh, gently pricking it. After a while, finally a pearl-like droplet of water was squeezed into the center of the petals. "Is it better now?" "Yi Ling asked. In fact, Xue Mei felt even itchier, but she didn't know how to say it. She wanted to get up so Yi Ling wouldn't see, but she just couldn't muster the strength in her hands and feet. Instead, she slowly shook her head, lowered her neck and leaned against the bed, burying her face in her scattered hair. Yi Ling, that little devil, didn't know this. Seeing that Xue Mei didn't take any initiative, she went a step further, moistened her index finger, and quietly dug it between those two plump lips. "Mmm..." Xuemei expressed her dissatisfaction through her nose. Just as Yiling was getting increasingly mischievous, the weather improved. The rain stopped, and the clouds gradually dispersed. Wenwen tidied up the mess in the kitchen and wanted to call them out to ask about their homework. She walked to the bedroom door and saw it was ajar. She gently pushed it open a little and saw Yiling kneeling on the bed, Xuemei kneeling beside Yiling's knees with her buttocks raised high. Yiling's fingers were deeply inserted into Xuemei's vagina. It was twitching slowly from time to time. Wenwen was stunned. What... what was going on? Although she couldn't see Xuemei's face, she knew that Xuemei's whole body was trembling. It didn't make sense. Wenwen doubted her eyes. She shook her head, unable to find a clue. Yiling used her index finger to thrust in and out of Xuemei's body while kneading her breasts with her palm. Xuemei's voice sounded like a low sob, and at the same time, she discharged a slippery fluid. Yi Ling lowered her head and said something to Xue Mei. Xue Mei first shook her head and then nodded, clearly her mind was in turmoil. Wen Wen looked at the drops of vaginal fluid dripping from Xue Mei's thighs and blushed, because she herself seemed to be getting wet. Wen Wen felt dizzy; she hadn't expected the whole situation to change so drastically. How could a visit to her teacher have turned into this? She reached for the doorknob, intending to close the door, but then she backed away halfway. She took a step, and bumped into a tall chest from behind. Startled, Wenwen quickly covered her mouth to avoid making a sound. Tensely glancing sideways, she saw—oh my god, it was the associate professor! He was also staring intently into the room. Wenwen was utterly mortified. Why had she kept running into his arms today? And now she was caught in a dilemma; nothing she said or did would be right. She stuck out her tongue, shrank her shoulders, and awkwardly turned her head away, pondering what to do. Wenwen had no idea how long the associate professor had been standing behind her. The erotic scene inside the room continued unabated. Xuemei was being tormented by Yiling until her body writhed like an worm. This was a sight too much to bear. Wenwen's face burned, her legs secretly rubbing together, her heart pounding with anxiety, because that awful spot was even wetter. Then, from behind, just a little higher than her buttocks, a hard, protruding... The oppressive feeling grew stronger and stronger, almost like it was grinding against her. Wenwen wasn't a primary school student; of course she knew what it was. She should have run away immediately, but the thought had barely crossed her mind when the associate professor reached out and encircled her. Wenwen cowered in front of him, immediately hearing his heavy breathing, which made her scalp tingle. She timidly glanced back, but the associate professor's eyes were still fixed on the room... Look. Wenwen wanted to say something, hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed it back. In the room, Yiling lifted Xuemei's face, and the two kissed quietly, like lovers. At this moment, Wenwen felt an even hotter, more suffocating breath pounding against her ear, and she inwardly cursed. Sure enough, the associate professor's lips suddenly pressed against hers. Rough stubble brushed against her pretty cheek, and Wenwen frowned, closed her eyes, and tried to grab the associate professor's hand. Unexpectedly, the associate professor's hands slid upwards and grabbed her breasts. His reason was slipping away, and Wenwen was frantic. Without a bra, the associate professor's large hands completely gripped her youthful breasts, and he began to fondle them with unabashed gusto. Although his movements weren't gentle, Wenwen's small, firm nipples pressed against his palms, hardening steadily. "Mmm..." Xuemei groaned softly from inside the room. Unable to hold on any longer, she collapsed. Wenwen felt her strength begin to dissipate from her feet upwards; she couldn't stand anymore, her body weak and slid downwards. The associate professor didn't try to support her; instead, he slumped down beside her. Wenwen's center of gravity tilted, and she could only hold onto the wall with her hands, her face pressed against her elbows. The associate professor clung to her, squatting down like two frogs, one in front of the other, hiding by the door. The associate professor used his teeth to gnaw at the back of her neck, and both of them suddenly... She was panting heavily. "Oh...don't do that..." Wenwen weakly protested. However, the associate professor clearly didn't intend to accept her suggestion, because his left hand had already left her breast and slipped inside the hem of her shirt. Wenwen's shorts were being washed in the washing machine, and under her shirt were her panties, her last line of defense, but her hands were still on the wall, so the associate professor easily pinched her swollen breast with two or three fingers. The exposed pubic mound. "Teacher..." Wenwen tried to close her legs, but it was too late. "Ugh... ugh..." The associate professor's breathing was rapid, and the touch of the damp cotton fabric excited him even more. Wenwen was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly explained, "I just knocked over some water... umm..." No one cared about her explanation, because before she could finish speaking, the associate professor's fingers had already untied the lace of her panties and were stirring at her little cleft. "Oh...oh...no...don't do this..." Wenwen was too weak to speak. "Teacher..." The associate professor's heavy breathing echoed behind her head, and his right hand slid down, both hands groping and teasing her, making Wenwen's vulva sticky and uncomfortable. She could only grit her teeth and endure it with sobs. As he touched her, one of his hands suddenly disappeared, and Wenwen suddenly felt a little empty. Why wasn't the teacher touching her anymore? What? The associate professor's body was moving restlessly behind her, rustling and whispering. After a while, the missing hand reappeared, this time touching her buttocks and pulling at her underwear, pulling it to one side, leaving her pubic area feeling cool and completely exposed. Then, his hands, one in front and one behind, started digging and probing wildly, making her feel like her soul was about to leave her body. As he dug and probing, Wenwen began to feel that the associate professor... Her finger was acting strangely. What was strange about it? Wenwen couldn't quite put her finger on it. In fact, she was completely unable to think; her whole body felt hot and steamy. But Wenwen quickly realized what was strange. Wenwen felt that the associate professor's unusually large finger was trying to slip into her vagina. That finger was so big, so very big… Wenwen immediately realized that it wasn't a finger, it was… “Teacher… Teacher…” Wenwen instinctively tried to stop him, but the associate professor's hands moved to her thighs simultaneously, holding her beautiful buttocks in place. Then, like peeling bread, he spread them apart, his body pressed against hers, and his huge fingers—or rather, his glans—push forward, disappearing into Wenwen's plump lips. "Mmm..." Wenwen couldn't help but moan. She was powerless to stop him, nor did she try anymore. "Lift... lift your buttocks up, okay?" "The associate professor said. Okay? Okay?" Wenwen's little mind was still thinking, but her body involuntarily knelt forward slightly. Her waist tightened, and her buttocks naturally rose up. Just as they were raised, the associate professor immediately thrust in, squeezing his entire penis inside. "Oh..." The associate professor trembled violently, holding her tightly and breathing heavily. Wenwen was being penetrated; the situation was hopeless, and resistance was obviously futile. She turned her eyes... Just then, he was looking at her too. Seeing his head throbbing with anger, Wenwen felt a pang of pity. She took his hand and placed it where she had been leaning against the wall, then pressed her face against his arm, and wrapped her arms around his waist, waiting for his next move. The associate professor felt a surge of emotion, and froze, forgetting what he was about to do. "Professor..." Wenwen said, "I...I'm all better..." "Mmm, mmm." The associate professor suddenly realized what was happening and quickly thrust twice. "Eee... um..." Wenwen whimpered softly, her elastic vagina gripping him wonderfully. The associate professor, now middle-aged, could no longer maintain the vigor of his youth, but strangely, today he felt like he was in his early twenties—not only hard, but throbbing and aching, making him extremely aroused. He relied on the boat... With a sharp, powerful thrust, he crouched down and aimed at Wenwen's tender opening, pounding and thrusting relentlessly. Wenwen let him move freely behind her, afraid of disturbing the two people in the room, she dared not make a sound, only biting her lower lip, twisting her slender waist laboriously, her alluring shyness written all over her face. Her knees were still on the ground, and in order to maintain the arched position, her legs involuntarily trembled, and her little hole was also...Along with the contractions, the veins on the associate professor's penis were bulging and throbbing fiercely. Each stroke against her vaginal walls was intensely pleasurable, the sensation traveling from his extremities to his spine, driving him almost to madness. He thrust in and out rapidly. Although the squatting position was extremely inconvenient, there was an awkward yet strangely pleasurable sensation that urged him to go faster, faster… “Teacher…it’s so deep…” Wenwen moaned. “Good girl…it feels so good…” the associate professor said, pressing his face against hers. “Mmm…mmm…I feel good too…Teacher…” “Oh…ha…” The associate professor panted, “You’re amazing…Teacher hasn’t done this in so long…” “Oh…” Wenwen answered him softly, “Oh…ah…” The associate professor turned his face to kiss her cheek. Wenwen closed her eyes, parted her cherry lips slightly, and met his mouth. The two immediately kissed passionately. Although the associate professor felt indescribably good, he was also really tired. After all, his physical strength was not what it used to be. But seeing Wenwen’s shy yet satisfied expression, he could only continue to muster his energy and try to move his buttocks, shaking it against Wenwen’s little hole. “Oh…Teacher…” Wenwen breathed coquettishly, “Faster…faster…oh…deeper…ah…” Isn’t this going to kill him? Faster? This was a difficult situation for the associate professor. However, how could he show weakness in front of this beautiful girl? The associate professor went even faster and deeper, each thrust reaching the deepest part of Wenwen. He would touch it briefly, then immediately pull back, only to pounce again, leaving Wenwen breathless. Wenwen's panties, which had been pulled to one side, gradually slid back along her buttocks as the two men moved closer. The crotch of her panties, which had been pulled aside, was now tangled into a rope, nestled between her labia, binding her clitoris and also constricting the associate professor's penis. The two men were once again filled with a sensual, erotic sensation. “Teacher…oh…teacher…teacher…I…I’m almost there…um…I’m almost…almost there…ah…um…” “Come…come…teacher will help you…come…” “Um…um…” The teacher and student were at a crucial moment when they heard someone giggle beside them, which startled them. “Continue…” Yi Ling was squatting by the door, watching them laugh comically: “Why did you stop?” “Ouch!” Wenwen immediately covered her face with her hands, while the associate professor stared blankly. “Um…uh…um…” The associate professor wanted to say something. "Almost there!" Yi Ling slapped his leg. "Didn't you hear she's almost here?" The associate professor didn't dare to disobey. Yi Ling glared at him and then pushed his buttocks. The associate professor half-heartedly resisted, thrusting with the force. Yi Ling straightened up and whispered in his ear, "You stinky man, hee... hurry up!" The associate professor, scolded by her, indeed began to thrust seriously, regaining his original speed. "Hmm..." Wenwen still covered her face, but he still managed to squeeze out a sound. Yi Ling nodded in satisfaction, slowly stood up, took two steps to move to their side, and then squatted down. Wenwen knew Yi Ling was watching, and returned to her usual restraint, trying her best not to embarrass herself. However, her body trembled more and more violently. The associate professor knew that he absolutely couldn't stop now, so he spurred on even faster, running wildly. The mischievous Yi Ling, not even squatting properly, propped her chin up with her right hand while pinching Wenwen's nipple with her left, causing Wenwen immense discomfort. Her shame transformed into wanton lust; her vulnerable lower body, like an unleashed faucet, secreted a continuous stream of vaginal fluid, seeping onto the floor and soaking it. The associate professor, while having sex with Wenwen, kept glancing at the half-naked Yi Ling. Seeing his lecherous eyes darting over her, Yi Ling smiled at him sideways, deliberately shifting her hips as if unconcerned, and then spread her legs wide, revealing her tender private parts. The associate professor's eyes nearly popped out of his head; his penis was rock hard, as if it would break, and he relentlessly thrust into Wenwen. Almost simultaneously, Wenwen's vagina spasmed violently, making a soft "gurgling" sound as fluid gushed out. Her body went limp, but fortunately, the associate professor caught her and helped her slowly fall to the ground. Wenwen couldn't help but sob and pant. The associate professor also sat down heavily, exhaling. Yiling giggled again, straightened up, took off her shirt, revealing her smooth, delicate skin completely naked. With her hands behind her back, she swayed her hips and hummed a tune as she leisurely walked to the sofa. Facing the associate professor, she reclined and sat down, crossing her legs and comfortably leaning against the sofa armrest. She covered her mouth and looked at them playfully, striking a seductive pose. Then she got even more serious. She pretended to be listless and stretched, pushing her legs straight, then opening them inch by inch, then bending one foot and placing it on the back of the sofa chair, making it clear to open the door to detect theft. She put her hands through the crook of her legs, first gently protecting her private parts, covering it for a few times, then gently twisting her labia left and right, smearing the sticky liquid from the thick meat clam. The associate professor greedily swallowed his saliva, and the still erect penis bounced upwards like a spring, shaking in the air. Yi Jian stretched out her left index finger to seduce him. The associate professor stood up as if lost, left Wen Wen alone, and followed the lead of her index finger and walked towards the sofa. Yi-ling's beautiful eyes were fixed on the associate professor's eyes. The associate professor, with his rock-hard penis erect, came to within half a meter of the sofa. Yi-ling reached out and grasped his penis, gently pulling it towards her. Strangely enough, the associate professor's tall body suddenly became as weightless as a balloon, floating along with her almost imperceptible softness, until he stood erect beside her. Yi-ling gripped the penis that protruded from his crotch; it looked very proud, and since it had become erect at the doorway, it hadn't gone soft, radiating a burning heat. Yi Ling used her index finger and thumb to encircle the penis, gently sliding it back and forth. The associate professor had just enjoyed Wenwen's stimulation, and his arrogance was still very high. Yi Ling used minimal force to make him tremble all over, his middle-aged fat belly twitching repeatedly. Yi Ling secretly laughed. Since she was going to do it all the way, she used her whole palm to grasp it and began to gradually increase the speed of her massage. The associate professor's glans was swollen, red and shiny from her grip. Yi Ling suddenly thought of Christmas lights and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. The associate professor's entire attention was focused on the short, ten-centimeter-long piece of flesh; he paid no attention to what she was laughing at. He could only twist and squeeze his buttocks together, his legs trembling uncontrollably inside his trousers, as if his brains were about to explode. Yi Ling stopped lying down; she sat up straight, thrusting her chest high, her pink nipples hard as beans. She pulled the associate professor closer, so that the head of his penis touched her nipple, rubbing it back and forth with her hand. "Ooh..." the associate professor made a meaningless sound in his throat. Yi Ling's hand twitched even harder, as if she wanted to break the associate professor's penis. "Wow, it's huge!" Wenwen had somehow moved next to Yiling and sat down beside her, curiously examining the associate professor's manhood. "Useless girl, I'm getting revenge for you!" Yiling said. Wenwen didn't say anything more, leaning her head on Yiling's shoulder and watching her busy. "Oh...oh..." the associate professor cried out. "Help me, he'll be here soon," Yiling said to Wenwen, "Suck it..." "No...it's embarrassing..." "Embarrassing my foot, what nonsense are you talking about?" Yiling rolled her eyes at her: "This thing just made you feel like you were dying, didn't it?" Wenwen pouted unhappily, but still lowered her head. Yiling moved aside, and Wenwen took the associate professor's glans into her mouth. Yiling switched to her other hand and continued rubbing without stopping. “Teacher,” she leaned close to him, “Are you still holding on? Are you about to come?” The associate professor was so numb he couldn’t even speak. Yi Ling kept urging him, “Come on, come on!” “Uh… ah…” The associate professor was dazed and confused. Yi Ling used her last trick. She opened her mouth and bit the associate professor’s waist without warning. The associate professor cried out in pain, “Ouch…”, his dying trembling subsided, his cries became dull, and his body went limp. His penis throbbed and swelled. Yi Ling and Wen Wen knew this was a sign of his impending defeat, so they quickly swallowed and thrust in and out ten more times. The associate professor then tilted his head back, his throat rough, and stopped. "Oh...oh...my God..." The penis throbbed again, spurting out a thick, fishy stream of semen. Wenwen was the first to be hit, taking the first bite and her mouth was filled with the taste of a man. She quickly spat it out, and the associate professor's second spurt of semen sprayed over, landing on her face. "I'll take it, I'll take it!" Yiling hurriedly opened her mouth and took it, her delicate tongue pressing against the part of the glans. The associate professor's semen flowed freely, covering the two girls' faces with its fluids. The associate professor hadn't done it in a long time, Wenwen said, squinting, "So much... ah... and... so hot..." Yiling was also surprised by the amount the associate professor ejaculated. She waited until he had almost finished before taking his glans in her mouth again, sucking and nibbling intermittently, drawing out the last remaining part of his penis. The associate professor finally deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing towards Yiling and Wenwen. They made him sit back in the middle, the three of them sprawled out, the associate professor panting, unable to speak. Wenwen looked up and kissed his cheek, saying, "Thank you, teacher." His thoughts were in turmoil, not understanding whether he should be punished or thanked for doing this. Yi Ling cupped his half-exposed scrotum in her palm, gently kneading the wrinkled skin. "Oh...you two little devils..." the associate professor said comfortably. "Teacher likes devils, doesn't he?" Yi Ling laughed. "Oh, God!" the associate professor exclaimed.The professor closed his eyes: "I really haven't done it in so long." None of the three spoke again, but the two girls were already naked, while the associate professor remained fully clothed, which looked rather inappropriate. Yi-ling then unbuttoned his belt and pulled off his trousers, while Wen-wen helped pull down his legs, even taking off his underwear at the same time. "Eek..." Yi-ling flicked his glans and said, "I wonder if it can still be used?" The provocation in her words was too strong. The associate professor stretched out his arms and embraced the two of them, grasping one of their breasts in each hand. Yi-ling lowered her body and took his now-soft penis into her mouth, stirring it around with her tongue. "Oh..." The associate professor became happy again. The associate professor's hand left Yi Ling's breasts, moving down her waist, then her thighs, and finally her buttocks. Yi Ling's buttocks were firm and fleshy, and the associate professor found them incredibly satisfying to hold. He gently patted her buttocks, making a sound: "Can you lift it up?" Yi Ling obediently turned over, raising her buttocks so that the associate professor's fingers could trace from her buttocks to her vulva. "Mmm..." The associate professor's fingers pleased her, which in turn made her suck on his penis even more vigorously. "Mmm... Hmph..." The associate professor's lower abdomen tightened, a surge of heat coursed through him, and his penis became erect again. Seeing that he was erect again, Yi Ling traced circles along the coronal sulcus of his glans with her tongue, while her small hands stroked the shaft. The associate professor had a small foreskin, which Yi Ling slowly slipped over the glans and quickly pulled away, thoroughly enjoying herself. The associate professor became even more aroused and unable to control himself. "It's hard, that's enough!" Yi Ling said happily. Yi Ling was very moist, her two tender breasts sticking tightly to her, and the associate professor's fingers sank deeper and deeper. He couldn't hold back any longer, so he jumped up and flipped Yi Ling onto the sofa, ready to force himself on her. Unexpectedly, Yi Ling kicked and braced herself against her elbows, refusing to comply. Wenwen seized her chance for revenge, using the advantageous position to pin down Yiling's legs, rendering her completely immobile. The associate professor immediately climbed on top of her, leaning down to kiss her. "Slow down...slow down...no...no..." Yiling pushed him away. "No, no." Wenwen was delighted. "No...no..." "Yes...yes..." Wenwen said. "No...no...it wasn't me...it wasn't me..." "Stop it," Wenwen gloated, "Now it's your turn. Teacher, hurry up and put it in." "It wasn't me...it wasn't me..." The associate professor's eyes were already bloodshot. "No...you...you...you listen to me...listen to me..." Seeing how seriously she was struggling, the associate professor stopped to listen to her. "What did you say?" "It's that...that...inside...inside..." Yiling whispered in the associate professor's ear. The associate professor glanced in the direction Yi Ling was pointing. The bedroom door was wide open, revealing his bed. Xue Mei lay sprawled on the bed, half-naked, on her side. "Um... um...?" "Yes!" Yi Ling said, "A pure little beauty." "Um... but she's sleeping!" the associate professor said. "Sleeping? Pretending." Yi Ling chuckled, "We've been fooling around here, how could she possibly sleep? I just saw her staring at us with her eyes wide open..." The associate professor was skeptical, but Yi Ling nudged him, "Come on, get up! I'll show you if you don't believe me." The associate professor sat up. Wen Wen, who hadn't heard what they were saying, worried that the flirtatious Yi Ling was plotting against her again, quickly crossed her arms and sat down to the side, afraid the associate professor would pounce on her. Yi-ling sat up straight and gestured for the associate professor to leave the sofa. The associate professor obeyed and stood up. Yi-ling first removed his shirt, leaving him naked, then reached out and grabbed his penis. Huh? The associate professor instantly became fuzzy again, obediently letting her lead him towards the bedroom. Wen-wen, seeing that it wasn't her business, curiously followed behind. Yi-ling and the associate professor reached the bedside. Xue-mei's breasts were half-naked, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly, and her breathing uneven—she was indeed pretending to be asleep. The associate professor looked at his usually most diligent female student, her two pink thighs, half-white buttocks, and the mysterious area where her legs crossed, partially exposed, the light and shadow intertwined, still glistening with moisture. His heart pounded, and his penis trembled uncontrollably. "See," Yi Ling said, close to him, "isn't that right?" The associate professor nodded. "Then go for it!" Yi Ling urged him. "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" The associate professor was a little timid. "Inappropriate? You're quite fierce when it comes to me." Yi Ling protested: "Go for it!" The associate professor's lower abdomen was burning with desire. Since Yi Ling wanted him to go, he swayed his throbbing penis and was about to get on the bed. "What are you doing?" Yi Ling pulled him back. "You...you told me to go." The associate professor quickly explained. "Idiot, are you raping her?" a student lectured the teacher. "Don't you understand women? Be gentle." "Huh?" The associate professor didn't understand. "Gentle?" Yi Ling rolled her eyes at him. "Kiss her first!" "Yeah! Yeah!" Wen Wen interjected, clearly unhappy with the treatment she had just received. The associate professor looked at the two girls, then awkwardly walked to the other side of the bed. Wen Wen and Yi Ling gestured to him, and he carefully squatted down, bringing his face close to Xue Mei's, hearing her disordered breathing. Wen Wen and Yi Ling both pouted, indicating that they wanted him to kiss her. He paused for a moment, then directly kissed Xue Mei's lips. Xue Mei didn't move. The associate professor tasted her fragrant, soft, and tender red lips; they were indeed delicious. He couldn't help but suck and lick them, sucking them incessantly. Yi Ling quietly approached him, took his hand, and placed it on Xue Mei's neck. This time, without waiting for their prompting, he cleverly caressed her neck, shoulders, and cheeks. Yi Ling was very satisfied. After a while, she patted him again, then pointed to the bed, telling him he could lie down. The associate professor moved his body while kissing Xue Mei, lying face down on the bed. Wen Wen, feeling mischievous, bent down, took Xue Mei's hand, and moved it so that her palm touched the associate professor's penis. Xue Mei jolted violently, while Wen Wen and Yi Ling secretly giggled. The associate professor was the most pleased, his penis throbbing uncontrollably. Xue Mei grasped it and quickly let go. Wen Wen, who was watching closely, immediately pulled her hand back, bending her fingers one by one to make Xue Mei grab the associate professor. Xue Mei suddenly cried out, "Ah!" It turned out that Yi Ling had pinched her nipple. Oh no! How could she pretend to be asleep now? The associate professor took the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. Xue Mei was even more embarrassed to open her eyes, but she couldn't pretend to be indifferent, so she could only use her tongue to block him. The two tongues began to entangle. Xue Mei felt another strange hand touching her nipples. It was clearly different from Yi Ling's smooth palm. It was the associate professor, of course. He gently kneaded her nipples with his palm. Xue Mei was so nervous that her hair stood on end. Her heart couldn't help but be aroused, and she reflexively shook the associate professor's penis. Seeing her response, the associate professor pulled one of her legs onto his, and the two lay closer together, still kissing passionately. Overwhelmed with anxiety, Xue Mei released his penis, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and hugged him tightly. With this release, his penis was free, while Xue Mei's legs remained draped over the associate professor. The entrance was open, and his penis throbbed erect, the glans pressing against her labia. It felt hot and thick; her vaginal fluids had already overflowed. Xue Mei shuddered again. The associate professor, experiencing pleasure, throbbed even more violently. Xue Mei's shoulders trembled, and she let out soft moans, "Oh...oh..." The associate professor held his penis in his hand, smearing it with her vaginal fluids around her labia. Xue Mei hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder, secretly moaning. After playing for a while, the associate professor applied a little pressure, and her labia parted, the red glans forcing its way through the tight opening, barely burying half of its head inside. Then the associate professor ignored her, his hands roaming and caressing her back. Xue Mei felt uncomfortable all over, waiting for him to still only touch her back. She intentionally or unintentionally swayed her hips, letting his penis rub against the entrance of her vagina, trying to relieve the restlessness of being penetrated. But no matter how much she swayed, the associate professor remained motionless at the entrance, like a block of wood. She made a few "mmm" sounds, but the associate professor seemed oblivious. Xuemei, frustrated and helpless, gritted her teeth, abandoned all shame, and forcefully flipped over to straddle the associate professor's body. He pushed her down, and she sat on him, his penis silently entering her beautiful vagina. "Oh..." came the associate professor's cry. Xuemei's sense of urgency was very different from Wenwen's. Wenwen was like two closed flesh doors, while Xuemei, how to say it? Like a pair of jeans that were too small, barely fitting, but every part was bound so tightly that it was impossible to breathe. Once Xuemei was on top, she couldn't stop. Since she had already lost face, what did it matter? She closed her eyes, tossed her hair, vigorously swayed her little buttocks, supported the associate professor's waist with both hands, and happily writhed incessantly. After riding like this for dozens of times, she suddenly opened her eyes, only to find the associate professor staring at her intently. Xue Mei was extremely embarrassed and said coquettishly, "What are you looking at?" She grabbed a book from the bedside table and threw it at his face. The associate professor had no choice but to cover his face with the book to avoid embarrassing her. Xue Mei then continued her swaying, but after only a few dozen more strokes, she collapsed onto the associate professor, unable to move. "What's wrong?" the associate professor asked through the book. "Hmm..." Xue Mei said weakly, "I'm out of strength..." The associate professor secretly smiled, but finally felt a pang of pity, so he reached out and held her waist, thrusting upwards rapidly and repeatedly. "Ah...uh..." This time it was Wenwen's turn to cry out, "Ouch...ouch..." The associate professor thrust diligently, enjoying the pleasure they created together. As I held on, the book on my faceThe book was slowly moved aside, and Xue Mei leaned her face close to his, quietly observing him. "Is it comfortable?" he asked gently. Xue Mei nodded. "Then why aren't you moaning?" "Moan what?" The associate professor stopped and said, "Call me." "Call you?" Xue Mei stammered, "Teacher...Teacher." "No," he said. Xue Mei didn't understand; she just felt flustered that he had stopped. "No, teacher," the associate professor said, "husband." Xue Mei blushed and shook her head, saying, "You're embarrassing me! Who cares about you!" "Hmm?" The associate professor thrust upwards a few times. Xue Mei's delicate brows furrowed, her lips parted slightly, but she didn't moan. "Moan..." The associate professor thrust even harder, aiming straight for her clitoris. "..." "Darling," the associate professor lingered, "Call me..." "..." Xue Mei finally whispered, "Husband...husband..." "Good girl!" The associate professor suddenly rolled over, pinning Xue Mei beneath him. For his age, this position was much more comfortable. He thrust like a tiger released from its cage, his movements powerful and rhythmic, making Xue Mei tremble uncontrollably. "Oh...oh...husband..." Xue Mei held him tightly. "My little darling...my little darling..." The associate professor was already panting heavily. He gripped Xue Mei's buttocks firmly with both hands, his fingers sinking into her elastic flesh. "Ah..." Xue Mei arched her body and cried out. The associate professor felt that each thrust was like pushing a millstone through a crowded crowd, the sensation in his glans incredibly sharp, spreading to every part of his body. Before he knew it, his lower abdomen burned like fire, his buttocks tightened, and a powerful stream of semen gushed into Xue Mei's vagina. "Oh..." He stiffened, supporting his back, then collapsed beside Xue Mei, his body giving way. The associate professor was truly exhausted, worn out by these female students. Xue Mei kissed the beads of sweat on his chest, while he kissed her hair, the two enjoying the afterglow. The room was quiet. After a while, the associate professor played with her earlobe and asked, "What are you thinking about?" Xue Mei shook her head and said softly, "It feels so good to be held by you, Professor." "Hmm?" the associate professor questioned. "Husband..." Xue Mei said. The associate professor was satisfied. He pulled her closer, and the two intertwined their necks, gradually drifting into a hazy world together… When Xue Mei opened her eyes again, it was already dark. The room was lit, and the associate professor was sitting at his desk in the corner, writing something. She turned over, her mind in turmoil.
Hearing the rustling behind him, the associate professor turned around and saw she was awake. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Awake?" "Old..." She hesitated for a moment, "Old..." "Hmm?" "Husband..." she whispered. "Sweetie," he gently stroked her face, "Are you hungry? I'll make you some instant noodles." It seemed the associate professor only knew how to make instant noodles. "Yes, thank you." Xue Mei nodded. "Where are Yi Ling and Wen Wen?" "We don't know when they left." The associate professor jumped off the bed, went to the desk, retrieved a piece of paper, and handed it to Xue Mei. "Teacher, we'll be leaving now. Thank you for your teaching today. Xue Mei will ask about the homework we haven't asked yet. Xue Mei's cough isn't getting better any faster, please give her another dose of medicine later. Bye. Ling & Wen." At the end of the paper, two girls making faces were drawn. "Hmph, it's all their fault," Xue Mei pouted. “And you’re still talking,” the associate professor said, pointing to the ground, “who killed my spider?” “Your spider?” Xue Mei’s eyes widened. “It was yours…it…it bit me.” “I kept it to eat cockroaches, how could it bite?” The associate professor laughed and pressed her head down. “But it’s okay, I’ll trade you for the spider.” Xue Mei’s face turned red again. “Who wants to trade with you?” “It’s a trade, or you’ll have to pay me back for the spider.” The associate professor said slyly, “I’m going to make instant noodles, wait a minute.” The associate professor kissed her and left the room. Xue Mei looked at the note, then at the room, then at the unfortunate spider, and couldn’t help but stare blankly.

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