Youth is like flowing water, fleeting years pass by 03

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Youth is like water, fleeting years (Part 3) The dormitory was empty. Zhu Dong didn't go to the bar tonight. With nothing to do, he went to Hou San'er's room. Hou San'er was staring intently at the computer, unaware that Zhu Dong had pushed the door open. Da Xiong wasn't in the dormitory. Only the occasional "beep beep" sound came from the speakers. Zhu Dong quietly walked up behind Hou San'er and saw Hou San'er drooling over a woman on the computer screen. The woman on the screen was reclining on a bed, wearing only a white bra. Her full breasts completely filled out the bra, revealing a long and deep white cleavage. Two bright red nipples were faintly visible. Her delicate hands squeezed her breasts from time to time, changing their shape. Her pair of slender legs were crossed and slowly rubbing against each other. [What are you doing!] Zhu Dong's words startled Hou San'er. [Damn, it's you! You scared the hell out of me!] Hou San'er turned around abruptly, and only after seeing that it was Zhu Dong did he breathe a sigh of relief and sit down again. [What are you looking at so intently!][Found a new girl, great figure!] Monkey Three's eyes seemed glued
to the screen, not even turning his head. [Hmm... she's really good! So fair-skinned, but why can't I see her face!] Zhu Dong also looked closely and asked. [That's how it is, she'd rather die than show her face, afraid people will recognize her!][In this big world, who knows
who !][Exactly, she doesn't say anything, occasionally types a few words, just showing off her figure!][Who can blame her for having such good looks
!][Show off if you want, but why not take it all off? I've already given her over 200 yuan to get her to take it all off!
][Damn, you actually paid her? You're just scamming people like this!][Hehe, where would I get that kind of money? It was Kun
who gave it to me.] "What a playboy, he has money to burn." Zhu Dong thought to himself. [This woman is really something, look, she's only been here for a little over an hour and she's already made almost 1000 yuan! She earns more than a prostitute, and she doesn't even have to provide any service!] Monkey Three was somewhat indignant. [She's using scarcity marketing; the more money you give her, the less she'll take her clothes off.] [She thinks she's so great? Look at
the others in the other rooms, they're either fat or ugly, and they still have the nerve to show themselves! It's disgusting!] Zhu Dong carefully examined the woman on the screen. She had a well-proportioned figure, no excess fat on her abdomen, and even a hint of muscle. Although she was so thin her collarbones were clearly visible, she had a pair of disproportionately large breasts. It's undeniable that she'd make countless girls jealous! [Is this girl a foreigner?] [Judging by her figure… she probably is. Look, she doesn't seem to have any hair down there.
Only Europeans and Americans are this clean!] Although she was covered by a small white pair of underwear, there wasn't a single hair visible. [Hmm, she is indeed very clean!] Zhu Dong looked at the screen, and his lower body involuntarily hardened. [I'm leaving now!] Afraid of embarrassing himself in front of Monkey Three, Zhu Dong hurriedly left. Back in his dorm, Zhu Dong touched his swollen penis and thought of Xin Tong. Although they'd only been dating for less than six months, their relationship had been limited to holding hands; they rarely even kissed. A few times when they were alone, Xin Tong enjoyed Zhu Dong holding her, but when he tried to take things further, she resisted fiercely. When Zhu Dong asked why, she replied that it had to wait until after they got married. Coupled with the fact that their relationship couldn't be public, Zhu Dong even suspected that he'd just gained a friend, no different from being single. Thinking of this, Zhu Dong picked up the phone and called Xin Tong. [Hello…] It took a long time for someone to answer. [Tongtong, I'm not working today, want to grab some late-night snacks?] [Huh? At this hour? No, I'm
almost asleep.] [It's only 8 pm, too early!] Zhu Dong was a little surprised. [I still need to prepare materials, the competition starts next month, there's not enough time!] Xin Tong was a little angry. [Okay, okay, then you get some rest!] [Okay, darling, bye!] "Sigh..." Zhu Dong
sighed deeply. ———————————————————————————————————— The morning sun shone brightly. Lin Xintong got up early and started getting ready. Today was her first day at the student council, and she wanted to make a good impression on her colleagues. Before class, she found Ya Lan in the president's office and went with her to Director Liu's office. Director Liu hadn't changed much; he was still sitting in that large, comfortable chair, smiling at the two beautiful girls in front of him. Both of them were wearing slim-fit jeans today, but Ya Lan wore a long trench coat, while Xintong wore a short jacket. [This is Director Liu!] Ya Lan spoke. [Hello!] Xintong stepped forward and extended her hand. [Hello to you too!] Director Liu extended his hand for a brief handshake, his eyes showing approval. "Please sit down." Xin Tong carefully observed Director Liu. Although somewhat plump, he was neatly dressed, with a kind smile. While not exactly benevolent, the warm, thick handshake gave her a fatherly feeling, instantly easing half of Xin Tong's nervousness. "Lin, I heard from Chairman Li that you joined the student union in your first year. That's commendable!" "You
flatter me . Joining the student union has always been my dream." "Well, that's great! There aren't many students like you! Let's get straight to the point, don't let it interfere with your class! I don't have much to do here, but you must be careful, because as you know, some financial matters are very troublesome if there's too much or too little money." "I will definitely do it well!" "It's good that you have confidence. That computer over there is your place. You don't need to come every day, just wait for my call. There's nothing much to do today, you can all go and get busy!" Leaving Director Liu's office, Xin Tong finally felt relieved. [Sister Ya Lan, Director Liu is very kind. I was worried he might be a bit fierce!] [Yes, the director is very nice.
I often receive his help. I used to do the same job as you.] Ya Lan replied softly, seemingly recalling the past. [Then I'll have to ask Sister Ya Lan for guidance if I don't understand something in the future!] The two beauties chatted as they walked,
but they bumped into two other people at the corner of the stairs. They greeted each other familiarly. [Xiao Tong, I haven't introduced you yet. This is Xuan Xuan, the head of the Academic Department, and this is Sun Tao, the head of the External Relations Department.] [Hello!] Xuan Xuan looked very ordinary, but her clothes were much more rustic than Ya Lan's and Xin Tong's. However, Xin
Tong wasn't a snob, and she greeted her very warmly. [So this is the new beauty. She lives up to her reputation. Ya Lan, your status as the number one beauty is being challenged!] Sun Tao flattered both of them with one sentence. He truly deserved to be the head of the External Relations Department. [Brother Tao is joking. How can I compare to Sister Ya Lan?] Xintong was most afraid of being teased, and her face turned bright red. [Xiaotong, don't mind him. He's the most irresponsible person in the whole school. What are you two doing here today?] Yalan, as the chairperson, was very familiar with the department heads. [We're preparing for a joint event with another school. How can we do it without money? I asked the director for funding, but I'm afraid he won't approve it and will say we're neglecting our studies. Isn't making friends part of learning? There was no other way, so I dragged Xuanxuan along and applied in the name of the academic department!] Sun Tao revealed his purpose. [Then you're dragging our Xuanxuan into your trap! A joint event is a joint event, what does it have to do with studying?] Yalan was worried that Xuanxuan was being fooled by Sun Tao. [It's okay, Sister Yalan. I've thought about this too. If students always bury themselves in books and don't understand the outside world, it's not necessarily a good thing. It's better to have an opportunity to interact with different people; it's a kind of social practice.] Xuanxuan also expressed her thoughts. [See? Everything has its advantages! You're just worrying unnecessarily.] Sun Tao finally found someone to back him up. [I can't argue with you. Since Xuanxuan has agreed, I'll let you off the hook. Xuanxuan, keep an eye on him, don't let him cause any trouble. Who knows who he invited to this social event!] Ya Lan was still a little worried. [Don't worry, they're all students from prestigious universities. They're just having some activities together and exchanging study experiences!] [Pah! You'd be a fool to believe that!] [Beautiful Lin, do you have time to join us?]
"A social gathering?" Sun Tao asked, eyeing Xin Tong. "I've never been to a social gathering before, I don't know anything about it, I'm afraid..." Xin Tong hesitated. "It's just about making friends and chatting. You just need to go, you don't have to do anything else. Okay, count me in! You must come!" Sun Tao interrupted Xin Tong, afraid she'd refuse. "Yeah, Xin Tong, come on over, and you can meet the students in the student department too!" Xuan Xuan chimed in. "Well... okay!" Unable to refuse such hospitality, and knowing it was just about making more friends, Xin Tong agreed. —————————————————————————————————————————— In a political class, an elderly professor wearing reading glasses slowly read from his book at the front of the class, seemingly only to himself. These outdated, brainwashing articles were perhaps the only beliefs supporting him. The large classroom was packed with students, but very few were actually looking at the blackboard. The students were scattered about, some sleeping, some playing on their phones. Their only purpose in attending class was to wait for the bell to ring. [Adhering to Marxism-Leninism as the core, xxx thought, xxx theory…] The political teacher swayed his head, looking every bit the private tutor. "We've been learning that rubbish for years, and they're still teaching it! Classes are so boring!" Yang Kun thought to himself. "If they didn't take attendance every time, who the hell would come?" Completely bored, he could only play on his phone. He turned on the internet and found that some photos had automatically downloaded to his album. Yang Kun remembered the phone he'd lent to Da Xiong. The kid had disappeared after taking the phone; he hadn't seen him for days. Once, when he saw Yang Kun at a restaurant, Da Xiong ran away as fast as he could, probably up to something. The photos were all selfies of the same girl, but Da Xiong wasn't in them. "Isn't that Kexin? How did her phone end up in her hands?"
Yang Kun looked around and saw Da Xiong fast asleep on his desk in the last corner of the classroom. "[Handsome, who are you looking for?]" A playful female voice sounded from behind. Yang Kun turned around and saw a pretty girl looking at him with a half-smile. "[Hi, beautiful, are you talking to me?]" Having a pretty girl to chat with in such a boring class was undoubtedly a good thing. "[Oh, you've got a bad memory, don't you recognize me?]" The girl was a little annoyed. Hearing her say that, Yang Kun really racked his brains. "[You're in our photography club...]" He really had forgotten her name. "[Ru Yan!]" "[Oh...right, right, I was wondering why she looked familiar!]" Yang Kun remembered. Ru Yan had joined the photography club
last year and had only participated in one outdoor shooting activity. It was winter then, and everyone was bundled up like dumplings, so he hadn't paid much attention to her. But today, she seemed quite pretty. [I didn't expect you to come to class!] Ru Yan wasn't too surprised. [A good socialist youth, of course I don't skip class! Who told me I'm the successor to communism!] Yang Kun's voice was a little louder. [You over there, pay attention in class!] The teacher's voice came from the podium. Yang Kun and the teacher exchanged glances, and Yang Kun swallowed what he was about to say. After the classroom fell silent, the teacher continued reciting his pedantic text. [I didn't expect you to be afraid of him!] Ru Yan made a face at Yang Kun. [I'm just giving him face, he's so old, isn't he?!] Yang Kun suddenly reached out and pinched the girl's face. [That's called respecting the elderly and caring for the young!] [You're so annoying!] Ru Yan's little pink fist hit Yang Kun's back, but
with a hint of shyness. [This student, please answer, what are the core values of socialism?] All the students' eyes turned to Yang Kun. [This...] Yang Kun lost his flirtatious manner. [I don't remember!] "I just read it to
you , and you already don't remember? Were you even listening to the lesson?" Facing a group of lazy students, the teacher finally found someone to speak up. "Useless stuff, remembering too much is a waste of your brain!" Yang Kun replied nonchalantly. "This is the foundation of socialism, how can it be useless? The construction of the socialist system is based on it. If you don't study properly, how will you demonstrate your value?" The old professor put down his textbook and stared directly at Yang Kun. "Say less..." Ru Yan, a little scared, nudged Yang Kun quietly. Yang Kun ignored her. "You've memorized it all, but where's the value? Aren't you just fooling us?" The students below began to whisper among themselves. Even the teacher hadn't expected that after so many years, a student would dare to contradict him in class. "You..." "Ring..." The bell rang, and Yang Kun picked up his bag and walked out. "What's your
name? Which class are you in?" the politics teacher suddenly called out, stopping him. [Finance Department, Yang Kun!] —————————————————————————————————————————— In the chairman's office, Ya Lan had just come in from outside. She took off her trench coat and hung it on the hanger, tidied her appearance in front of the mirror, and then sat down in the executive chair, turned on her computer, and prepared the work plan for this month. With a "click," the door opened, and Yang Kun stormed in, plopped down on the sofa, and casually threw his backpack aside. "What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Ya Lan stood up and walked to Yang Kun's side. "It's all because of that old political professor. His lectures are so boring, and he won't let anyone say anything!" "He's probably the most senior professor in the school, so just bear with it!" Seeing that it wasn't a big deal, Ya Lan sat back down in her chair and continued her unfinished work. "This is outrageous! Out of so many students, he singled me out. Does he even know who I am? I'll get the dean to fire him!" "Give me a break. This political science teacher was appointed by the Education Bureau. You can only get him fired if your dad is the director of the Education Bureau!" Ya Lan didn't even look up this time. "Damn, that old man is not someone to mess with. If my dad finds out, I'll lose my allowance again this month. I'd better just bear with it!" Yang Kun thought for a moment and then deflated. Seeing that Ya Lan ignored him, Yang Kun wandered around the room, looking here and there, touching this and that, before finally fixing his gaze on Ya Lan. Outside the window, the sky was cloudless, and a ray of sunlight shone on Ya Lan's beautiful long hair, highlighting her extremely beautiful face. Yang Kun felt a stirring in his heart. "A woman who is serious is the most beautiful. That's so true!" This saying applied to Ya Lan, making her even more beautiful. Yang Kun felt a stirring in his lower body, so he went to the door, looked outside, and then locked the door. "What are you doing?" Feeling someone standing behind her, and a pair of devilish hands groping her breasts from above, Ya Lan screamed in fright. "Baby, I missed you!" Yang Kun lowered his head and gently kissed Ya Lan's earlobe. The scent was intoxicating. Her chest wasn't too sensitive through her bra, but the heat from his breath sent a chill down Ya Lan's spine. She grabbed Yang Kun's hand, shrinking her shoulders forward to avoid his next assault. "No…this is school!"
"It's okay, I've locked the door!" Yang Kun withdrew one hand, but taking advantage of Ya Lan's unpreparedness, he slipped his hand under her sweater and grasped her trembling breasts. Even through her bra, he could still feel their softness. "Kun...please...not here..." Ya Lan pleaded, but she couldn't resist Yang Kun's simultaneous assault from above and below. His fingertips were no longer satisfied with the smoothness of her skin; with a slight bend, they pinched her slightly hardened nipples. With a gentle kneading, Ya Lan shuddered as if electrocuted, her tightly closed eyes and furrowed brows revealing a mixture of pleasure and pain. "I like it here!" Yang Kun seized the opportunity, turning to face Ya Lan and kissing her trembling red lips. Before she could react, his hands lifted her bra, his hot palms fiercely grabbing her large, scrambling breasts. Ya Lan was breathless from the kiss, forced to offer her sweet little tongue to intertwine with his. Her hands tried to push Yang Kun away, but they were powerless, resting against his chest like ornaments. Her nipples, sensitive as two electric shocks, sent waves of pleasure through her body as they were caressed by his hands. Taking advantage of Ya Lan's weakness, Yang Kun unzipped her jeans, lifted her legs, and she was now lying on the chair, her jeans pulled down to her knees, revealing her pink panties. "Kun, no...no...please..." Ya Lan knew she couldn't stop Yang Kun and could only offer a final, futile resistance. Her pitiful expression seemed on the verge of tears. But lust overwhelmed her. Yang Kun held down Ya Lan's legs with one hand and released his throbbing penis from his pants with the other. Seeing the erect penis, Ya Lan resigned herself to her fate, turning her head to one side, waiting for the moment of penetration. Yang Kun pulled down Ya Lan's last piece of clothing, revealing a genital organ as small and tight as a newborn baby's. The opening was tight and narrow, the vulva full, smooth, and rosy, so alluring that one couldn't help but want to take it in their mouth. The only flaw was perhaps the slight melanin on the small, butterfly-shaped labia. Yang Kun didn't rush to penetrate; he knew that with such a tight passage, forceful penetration would only result in mutual harm and wouldn't bring true pleasure. Yang Kun pressed Ya Lan's knees towards her head, forcing her buttocks up, then pressed his glans against her labia minora, rubbing it back and forth against her clitoris. "Mmm..." Although she said no, her body reacted honestly. Ya Lan's hazy eyes seemed to reproach the stimulation of his penis, and she lightly bit her index finger, letting out a shy moan. Ya Lan's superior physique meant she always got wet quickly. Yang Kun's penis was already stretched into long, thin strands of saliva, and the glans making a "slap slap" sound as it tapped against her labia. As a seasoned lover, Yang Kun knew Ya Lan was ready, and without hesitation, he pressed his glans down, plunging into her tight passage. "Ah..." The long-awaited entry caused Ya Lan to let out her first moan. Although she was already very wet, due to the position, Yang Kun still felt her as tight as a virgin, and could only extend forward little by little. "Is it comfortable?" Only when their groins touched, and his penis was fully buried inside Ya Lan, did Yang Kun have time to take a breath. "Mmm..." Ya Lan's voice was barely audible. "You said no earlier! Beg me!" Yang Kun teased. "Beg what?" Even though a penis was already inside her, not moving made it even more uncomfortable. "Beg me to fuck you!" Yang Kun maintained his downward position, giving Ya Lan no chance. "No!" Ya Lan was resolute. "Still being stubborn!" Yang Kun freed one hand and ran it up and down between Ya Lan's thigh and vulva, finally stopping at her clitoris. "Will you talk or not?" "No!" "Fine!" Yang Kun pressed and rubbed the clitoris quickly. "Ah... I hate it..." Another tremor ran through Ya Lan. She bit her lower lip with her teeth and twisted her buttocks, trying to relieve the rising desire in her body through friction. But the penis only moved in sync with her. The lust in her body spread like wildfire, seeping into every pore of her body. Yang Kun loved to see Ya Lan at this moment. Her beautiful face was filled with resentment and tears. The conflicted feelings of wanting but not being able to get it were always reflected on Ya Lan's face. A strong inner resistance couldn't withstand the physical pleasure. Her feigned seriousness was easily shattered by his penis, leaving only a raw, empty void that needed filling. Her clitoris was even wetter, but Yang Kun stopped stimulating it, instead sliding his fingers down her crotch. "Give it to me..." Ya Lan was caught in a limbo, her voice reluctant yet alluring. "Beg me to fuck you!" Yang Kun's fingertips brushed over her wet clitoris again. Her most private parts were now completely exposed; what was there left to hide? "Ah..." Her body trembled again. 'Almost there!' Ya Lan's mind was blank; desire was slowly consuming her reason. Like dry tinder, a raging fire was about to ignite. "Fuck me..." Abandoning her dignity, she said it with a strange sense of relief. Ya Lan gripped Yang Kun's clothes tightly, anticipating the moment. "Say it again, louder!" Yang Kun couldn't hold back any longer; this position was too tiring. "Fuck me...fuck me now...Kun...I beg you...fuck me harder..." A series of incoherent cries followed. A woman is a woman after all; isn't she meant to be fucked by a man? Her tight flower path was already fully wet, and entering and exiting was no longer dry. Yang Kun spread Ya Lan's legs and began to thrust with all his might. "Ah...harder...uh...faster..." A wanton woman is more alluring than a man. Yang Kun increased his speed, no longer pursuing technique, penetrating to the very bottom each time. The sounds of flesh colliding, water splashing, and chair creaking alternated, filling the office with discordant noises. However, from the other side of the wall came occasional bursts of laughter, as if a group of spectators were watching a pornographic show. Little did they know that behind that wall, Ya Lan, the student council president, who was poised and elegant in front of everyone, was being forced onto a chair, using her vagina to serve an ugly penis. Ya Lan finally retained some rationality, letting her voice escape her palm. After all, in school, if the student council president was involved in a scandal, he would definitely be removed from office. No man could resist her pained yet pleasurable expression. Yang Kun was very satisfied with this perfect girl. Although he had put in a lot of effort to pursue her back then, the experience she gave him was definitely worth it. Yang Kun had been with countless women, but Ya Lan was the only one he truly cherished. No matter when or where, he never tired of fucking her. He loved her expressions of resistance, helplessness, and enjoyment; they all brought him physical and mental pleasure and an unparalleled sense of conquest. Ya Lan's young flower path was like a rubber sleeve filled with water; each penetration squeezed out the water, creating a puddle on the ground. Milky white foam enveloped Yang Kun's penis, like a white raincoat. After hundreds of full-force thrusts, Yang Kun was also starting to feel the strain. In a place like school, people could come at any time; there was no need to hold back. It was better to go all the way and enjoy it. The tingling sensation in his glans was a prelude to ejaculation. Yang Kun clenched his buttocks, making his penis harder and slightly increasing the speed. "Ah..." His glans had reached its limit, unable to go any further. The floodgates opened, and thick semen gushed out, waves of hot fluid hitting Ya Lan's cervix. Stimulated, her tender clitoris contracted and writhed, her labia like a double-sided gate, tightly gripping the base of his penis. Each ejaculation required opening this gate first, otherwise, there would be a feeling of semen flowing back. The passion cooled, leaving only two people panting heavily. "You're crushing me! Get up!" Ya Lan, squeezed onto the chair, came to her senses, her whole body aching. She patted Yang Kun with her slender white hands. Reluctantly, she pulled out his penis, and milky white semen gushed out instantly, flowing down her buttocks onto the chair. Yang Kun lowered Ya Lan's legs and brought his penis to her face. "Come on! Baby, let me lick it!"
"No! It's disgusting!" Ya Lan turned her face away, avoiding the pungent, fishy smell. Yang Kun, feeling awkward, had no choice but to put on his pants and slump onto the sofa. "Baby, how come it's always so good when we make love!" "Ugh, you came inside again!" Ya Lan wiped the semen from her genitals with a tissue, complaining, "It's not my safe period today, what if I get pregnant?" Yang Kun lay on the sofa, squinting his eyes, and said nonchalantly, "Didn't I buy you some medicine? It'll be fine once you take it." Ya Lan glared at him, "All you know is to make me take medicine! Why didn't you wear a condom?" She pulled up her pants, turned around and wiped the semen off the chair and the floor, then staggered to the French windows and opened them. "I'm fucking you, not fucking a condom!" Yang Kun said nonchalantly, "You seemed to be enjoying it too, moaning so loudly, I wonder if that fat guy upstairs heard you? The woman he's been dreaming of is screaming right under his feet!" Yang Kun had a smug look on his face. Ya Lan blushed, but dared not look Yang Kun in the eye. She said, "That's so rude! Can you please not use that word? Director Liu isn't that kind of person..." "Bullshit! When he saw you, his eyes practically popped out! He was drooling all over my shoes!" Yang Kun jumped up from the sofa, straightened his clothes, and said, "I'm meeting up with some buddies tonight, want to come?" "No, I'm not finished yet!" Ya Lan sat back down, started typing, and didn't even glance at Yang Kun, as if nothing had happened. "Baby, I'm just worried that old man will take advantage of you!" Sensing Ya Lan's anger, Yang Kun tried to coax her, hugging her from behind and whispering in her ear. "You're such a good person! Go on, go!" The sweet words in her ear reignited her waning desire, and Ya Lan, blushing, pushed Yang Kun away. "Bye, baby, don't work too late, remember to come home early!" Yang Kun disappeared. Ya Lan opened the drawer, looked at the box of pills, hesitated for a moment, then took one and swallowed it.
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