Modern Sex Demon Chronicles (4)

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Yingying had lost track of time. She watched as Mi Jian took nude photos of her, then removed his clothes and slowly walked to her side. She involuntarily closed her eyes.

Mi Jian's breathing quickened. Facing her ivory-carved, beautiful body, his blood was boiling. He slowly sat on Yingying's lower abdomen, his erection pointing directly at her smooth, alabaster breasts.

The moment Mi Jian's skin touched Yingying, both of them shuddered. Yingying's warm, soft skin was exceptionally delicate, comparable to a baby's. Mi Jian leaned down, savoring this perfect body. He kissed her snow-white face, her snow-white neck, her snow-white shoulders. He sucked on the two rosy, tender nipples on her snow-white mounds, his hands caressing every inch of Yingying's body. The whiteness and softness of her beautiful body drove him into a frenzy of lust.

Mi Jian's mouth continued to move downwards, until it reached between her open, white legs. The pink jade gate was tightly closed, hidden among the soft bushes, but this couldn't stop Mi Jian's determination. His tongue began to repeatedly tease Yingying's full labia majora, while his hands squeezed her snow-white buttocks. Yingying felt an unbearable itch in her lower body. At first, she could grit her teeth and endure it, but later it felt as if her limbs were trembling from the inside out, and she finally let out a loud moan: "Ah! Ah! Stop...!"

Mi Jian continued to stimulate Yingying's vulva, and the pink bud finally opened, revealing a narrow, mysterious passage that was also pale red. Streams of transparent nectar flowed out continuously, quickly making Yingying's vulva wet. Yingying's love juice began to flow out, and her long-dormant love hole instinctively became excited, making her feel extremely ashamed.

“My dear Miss, I see you haven’t enjoyed yourself in a long time. Look, you’re already soaking wet after just a few strokes. Let me soothe your empty love hole!”

Yingying was shocked and cried out, “No! No! I’m already someone else’s wife, please don’t do this!”

“Hmph, as long as it’s a woman I like, I’ll fuck her properly!” Mi Jian said, already preparing his hard spear. He licked and sucked Yingying’s jade gate for a while, seeing that her tender labia majora were gradually turning red and opening and closing slightly with her breathing, he glanced at the direction of her secret hole, placed his legs between Yingying’s body, raised his erect spear, and thrust it straight into Yingying’s body!

“Ah!” Yingying screamed as Mi Jian’s spear slammed into her secret passage, forcefully forcing open Yingying’s tender secret passage.

Since their marriage, Yingying and her husband hadn’t spent much time together, so her vagina still seemed narrow and deep. Mi Jian thrust in, withdrew slightly, then thrust again with a burst of energy, his engorged and throbbing penis almost completely inside Yingying's body.

Yingying felt another excruciating pain in her lower body, as if her body was being filled by this large, foreign object. She cried out in pain, "Stop! It hurts!"

Mi Jian ignored her completely. Before Yingying could catch her breath, he thrust in again with all his might. This time, his huge penis twisted and burrowed deeper, disappearing completely into Yingying's tender love hole, the glans striking her warm clitoris. Then, he used his hands to support Yingying's white buttocks, thrusting in and out rhythmically, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, saying, "How is it? Much better than your husband, right? This is just the beginning!" His

penis rubbed against the vaginal walls, the large shaft forcibly squeezing the most vulnerable part of the woman's body, stretching the opening of her secret place until it was as thin as paper, almost tearing open. Yingying was tormented by the excruciating pain of the brutal intrusion, her spread, snow-white thighs convulsing uncontrollably, her hands clenched so tightly they were bloodless, and large beads of sweat dotted her smooth forehead.

Mi Jian grasped Yingying's firm, snow-white breasts with both hands, his fingers pinching and nibbling at the two bright red nipples. Yingying's glistening breasts felt like soft, white almond cake to the touch, Mi Jian's hands gripping them tightly, unable to tear himself away, the delicate skin only slightly bulging under his pressure. Mi Jian was like a giant black spider, enjoying the voluptuous prey trapped in its web.

Under the bright light, Yingying had lost all sense of time; her body had been violated, and the rape was not yet over. She stared blankly into the distance, her mind a complete void, mechanically pleading.

Mi Jian thrust in and out of Yingying's body for a while, increasing the frequency, then suddenly pulled out his penis. He propped himself up, his erect penis retracting its neck, then spraying out a stream of grayish-white, viscous, hot liquid, which landed on Yingying's delicate face and beautiful, snow-white chest.

"Hahaha!" Mi Jian smeared his semen on Yingying's soft red lips, laughing as he took pictures: "Pure female teacher bound and eating semen photos, this is expensive stuff online, hahaha..."

Yingying's lips were tightly closed, terrified by Mi Jian's perverted behavior, and she dared not move again. Mi Jian began to thrust again. The humiliated female teacher's crystal-clear naked body exuded infinite mature charm and an irresistible beauty under the light. This mature and beautiful female body was something Mi Jian had never experienced before. His penis quickly became erect again. Mi Jian's penis pressed against the half-open jade gate and thrust forward, penetrating Yingying's white body once more.

After the previous battle, Yingying's love hole felt open and firm, this winding, secluded passage was simply unforgettable. Yingying's slender legs were spread wide apart, and Mi Jian pressed his entire weight onto her upper body, causing Yingying's flat, fair abdomen to bulge upwards. Mi Jian's hips were pressed tightly against Yingying's lower abdomen, her coarse pubic hair constantly poking at Yingying's thin, tender vulvar mucosa, making a "rustling" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet lecture hall.

As the penis ground and thrust in and out, all of Yingying's resistance vanished. She began to moan, the impact on her erogenous zones completely captivating her. Mi Jian's kneading and caressing sent her to the heights of orgasm. The female teacher's snow-white body lay naked on the ground, the student penetrating her again and again, faster and faster, until he could no longer hold back, finally opening Yingying's smooth flower core and shooting another stream of hot semen into the beautiful teacher's uterus without spilling a drop. Yingying clearly felt the viscous liquid spraying onto her body, and finally broke down in tears—the devastating news of being raped had become a reality for her.

Mi Jian collapsed, utterly exhausted from never having ejaculated twice in such a short time. He rested for a while on Yingying's naked body, listening to his teacher's painful cries. His semen and sweat stained his teacher's fair and alluring body; her breasts and perineum were ravaged and red, her long, smooth, black hair scattered messily on the carpet.

He stood up, dressed, and checked his watch; it was already 5 PM. This lavish feast had lasted a full seven hours. He tidied up his tools, then returned to Yingying's side, untied the nylon stockings binding her wrists, and left the silent lecture hall. The spotlights went out, the doors closed, and Yingying's pale body was enveloped in darkness.

The holiday quickly ended, and the university returned to its usual bustling activity. The English department teachers were puzzled because Ms. Li Yingying hadn't come to work for two days. While everyone was still speculating, Yingying called to ask the director for a week's leave. She hung up without saying anything.

After hanging up, Yingying couldn't help but shed tears again. She couldn't remember how she left the lecture hall that day, only that it was completely dark, and she stumbled back to her dormitory, collapsing onto her bed. She developed a high fever. In this unfamiliar city, she felt despair for the first time. She didn't know how to forget this terrible experience; she couldn't.

On the day Yingying returned to work, she received a call from her husband. He would be attending a two-day meeting at the bay in a month. Yingying was filled with mixed emotions: happy to finally see her long-separated husband, even if only for two days; sad because she didn't know how to tell him about being raped.

In the daily wait, the calendar turned to October.

The moment she saw her husband at the airport, they embraced tightly, and Yingying could no longer hold back her tears. The husband was surprised that his usually independent and strong wife would cry like a little girl. After much tender care, the two returned to Yingying's dormitory.

That evening, when Peter wanted to be intimate with his wife, Yingying refused.

Peter asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Rachel, are you feeling unwell?"

Yingying shook her head. "No, Peter, I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Then get some rest!"

Leaning on her husband's broad shoulder, Yingying couldn't help but shed tears. The trauma she had suffered was still fresh in her mind. Just thinking about sex made her tremble, let alone intimacy. But how could she tell her husband that she had been raped? That night, Yingying barely slept.

Two days passed in a state of turmoil, unable to confide in anyone. Yingying knew that Peter would leave her again, leaving her alone in this unfamiliar city, living with shame and fear.

After seeing her husband off, Yingying almost collapsed.

On the way back to school from the airport, the sky was overcast, seemingly foreshadowing an approaching storm, a fact confirmed by the weather forecast on the car radio. Yingying's white Citro?n drove along the winding mountain road of the university to the dormitory parking lot, then she dragged her tired body towards home. Passing the platform at the bottom of the building, she looked up at the sky; a dark cloud was approaching in the distance, and she could faintly hear muffled thunder.

Yingying opened the security door to the lobby, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the "11" button with her slender fingers.

It was 2:45 PM on Tuesday afternoon; all the teachers had returned to school, and the tall dormitory building was deathly quiet.

With a "ding," the elevator stopped on the 11th floor. Yingying stepped out of the stairwell and turned right towards Building C.

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