The Revenge of the Campus Belle of T University

The maple leaves on T University's campus had already been dyed red by the autumn wind, dancing on the branches in the afterglow of the setting sun, like
flames in an Impressionist painting.

At the campus gate, Liang Zhixun angrily stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette and said to Song Ligan, "Damn it,
why hasn't that bitch Zhao Ruoyun shown up yet? Song, give her a call."

Song Ligan took out his phone, but Zhao Ruoyun's call went unanswered. When he dialed again,
the message "The other party's phone is switched off" came through.

"Boss, Zhao Ruoyun isn't answering the phone, and it's switched off," Song Ligan said.

"Damn, does she want to ruin her reputation?" Lian Zhen said in disbelief.

Liang Zhixun thought for a moment and said, "I just received a text message from Director Yang of Anqing Hospital. It says Zhao Ruoyun's father
passed away. She should be at home taking care of the funeral arrangements right now. Boss, we need to remind her from time to time, so she remembers
who she really is. Let's go, let's go to her house and have some fun!"

Liang Zhixun started his motorcycle. In the glow of the setting sun, a high-performance motorcycle carrying three thugs
sped towards the villa where Zhao Ruoyun lived.

A series of crisp cell phone rings echoed in the quiet school hospital ward. Zhao Ruoyun slowly opened her beautiful
eyes. She picked up the phone and glanced at it. She didn't answer, but instead frowned slightly and tossed it aside.

Lin Wanqiang, who had been watching over Zhao Ruoyun, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her awake. He
asked with concern, "Ruoyun, you're finally awake. You were unconscious for so long."

Zhao Ruoyun saw the utterly sincere expression on Lin Wanqiang's handsome, simple face. A pang of sadness welled up in her heart,
and she blinked several times, managing a weak smile at him. Just then, the phone rang again. Zhao Ruoyun grabbed the phone and
hung up without even looking at it.

Lin Wanqiang noticed tear tracks still lingering on Zhao Ruoyun's delicate face. His eyes, which usually shone with confidence and pride, were now
veiled with a cloud of sorrow. He leaned closer to the bedside, supporting Zhao Ruoyun's delicate
shoulders, and asked, "Ruoyun, you're not hiding anything from me, are you?"

Zhao Ruoyun was slightly taken aback. She asked Lin Wanqiang, "Why do you ask that?"

Lin Wanqiang said, "I've noticed you've lost a lot of weight these days. Plus, you've been saying strange things all of a sudden.

You didn't answer the phone just now, so I was worried about you."

Zhao Ruoyun smiled. She patted Lin Wanqiang's head and said, "Senior, I'm sorry.
I've been so busy with my father's illness these past few days
. I haven't been in the mood for anything else. I'm so sorry for neglecting you. I'll make it up to you properly after things settle down." Lin Wanqiang said, "As long as you're happy, I
don't care. Let's finish your father's funeral arrangements first. Come on, I'll take you home."

Lin Wanqiang reached out to help Zhao Ruoyun get out of bed. But she remained dazed and didn't move. Lin Wanqiang
called out, "Ruoyun?"

Zhao Ruoyun suddenly grabbed Lin Wanqiang's arm and hugged him tightly.

Lin Wanqiang was a little flustered and hugged Zhao Ruoyun. He felt that her whole body seemed to be trembling slightly. Lin
Wanqiang asked, "Ruoyun, what's wrong? Do you have a fever?"

Zhao Ruoyun hugged Lin Wanqiang even tighter. She whispered in Lin Wanqiang's ear,

"Senior, I don't want to lose you..." Lin Wanqiang was somewhat confused by Zhao Ruoyun's sudden outburst of passion.

He figured the blow of losing a loved one was probably too heavy for his delicate girlfriend. He stroked Zhao Ruoyun
's soft, long hair and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll always be with you." Zhao Ruoyun was even more moved.
Before Lin Wanqiang could finish speaking, her small, delicate lips were already pressed against his. Normally, Lin Wanqiang treated the noble
and reserved Zhao Ruoyun with awe, like a goddess. Even a mere touch of her lips was something he could boast about to his friends for days. Since
they started dating, his boldest move had only been touching Zhao Ruoyun's breasts through her clothes. Now, Zhao
Ruoyun was actually kissing him first. This made him happier than winning the lottery. He eagerly took Zhao Ruoyun's
cherry lips into his mouth, gently and greedily sucking on her fragrant, lily-like lips. Their bodies drew closer and closer, almost
merging into each other. They were intoxicated by a passionate, deep kiss. Their lips remained intertwined for a long time.
They entwined , caressed each other, until even breathing became difficult. Lin Wanqiang's tongue seized the opportunity to slip into Zhao Ruoyun's moist and
alluring mouth. Zhao Ruoyun, unlike her usual shy and reserved demeanor during kisses, obediently
allowed Lin Wanqiang's thick, domineering tongue to touch, suck, and entwine. She even extended her tongue outside her mouth
to lick his. Each time their tongues collided, it was as if a spark ignited within them, causing them both
to tremble involuntarily.

Lin Wanqiang felt the delicate body in his arms growing increasingly hot, as if it were melting. Zhao Ruoyun's breasts,
through a thin layer of clothing, pressed tightly against his firm chest. Her breasts were firm and warm, like…
A pair of white breasts, hidden inside her clothes, subtly changed shape with the rubbing and twisting of their bodies, yet remained
supple and elastic. He could feel her nipples gradually swell and harden. He opened his eyes a crack,
stealing a glance at Zhao Ruoyun, lost in a passionate kiss. Her hair was disheveled, and her fair and beautiful face
was flushed. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.
The intellectual radiance that usually shone on her face was replaced by an unprecedented allure and seduction.

Lin Wanqiang's long-suppressed desire to conquer suddenly surged. One of his hands quietly moved down Zhao Ruoyun's waist
, unknowingly slipping under the sheets, and stealthily groping her long, beautiful legs beneath her skirt. Zhao Ruoyun also
noticed Lin Wanqiang's rough hand inside her clothes, and that it was moving upwards with ill intent.
She reached out and pressed down on Lin Wanqiang's wrist. She whispered, "Senior, don't..." Lin Wanqiang's lips
slid, and he silenced hers with a kiss. His hand broke free from Zhao Ruoyun's resistance, stubbornly tracing its way towards
the base of her thighs. He paused occasionally, caressing and kneading her smooth, delicate skin.

Zhao Ruoyun, wanting to make up for her guilt towards Lin Wanqiang,
silently tolerated his audacity. Zhao Ruoyun's compliance emboldened Lin Wanqiang. His fingers continued upwards, quickly...
She touched a thin layer of silk panties. Although Zhao Ruoyun was no stranger to men's teasing,
she still felt uneasy in front of Lin Wanqiang. She pleaded softly, "Senior... Wanqiang... please don't touch there...
"

Lin Wanqiang, however, seemed like a different person, saying lewdly, "Where not to touch? Here (his
fingers rubbed the edge of her vulva through the panties)? Here (scratching the tender flesh inside her vulva)? Here (twisting
her pubic hair)? Or here (he flicked her clitoris, oh my god! Don't touch there!)?"

Lin Wanqiang's fingers stopped precisely on her clitoris.

"Ruoyun, is it here?"

His hand pressed down without any hesitation.

"Oh..." Zhao Ruoyun felt an incredibly strong electric current rush to her brain, her mind went blank.

A coquettish cry escaped her lips uncontrollably.

Zhao Ruoyun's reaction excited Lin Wanqiang immensely. He pinched Zhao Ruoyun's already engorged and erect
sensitive nipple between his thumb and middle finger, and began to rotate and rub it. Under this barrage of attacks, Zhao Ruoyun almost collapsed and
fainted again. Each time pleasure surged, Zhao Ruoyun's beautiful and alluring body would convulse and tremble as if possessed
, her small mouth shamelessly moaning. Even her toes were wide open in pleasure. If she hadn't been clinging to Lin
Wanqiang's back, she would have almost jumped off the bed. Soon, she was panting heavily, her forehead covered
in a fine layer of sweat. Her panties were already soaked with nectar, utterly obscene.

"Ruoyun, I didn't know your body was so sensitive. Why didn't you say so sooner? I could have made you very happy,"

Lin Wanqiang said slowly. It was unclear whether he was serious or just teasing.

After speaking, he used his index finger to pry open the white silk panties, which were already soaked with vaginal fluid, and, ignoring Zhao Ruoyun's repeated objections,
resolutely inserted it into her deep, tight vagina. Zhao Ruoyun had no strength left to close her legs. She could only
sigh deeply and accept Lin Wanqiang's demands with a resigned attitude.

Although Zhao Ruoyun's vagina had been ravaged countless times by the three thugs, it was still very fresh and tight, as if it had just
been deflowered. Every inch Lin Wanqiang's finger advanced was tightly gripped by the soft, warm inner flesh.

If it weren't for the abundant lubrication of her vaginal fluid, he would have had difficulty even moving his finger. Lin Wanqiang kept rotating and probing inside Zhao Ruoyun's vagina
. The sensitive flesh, which was rolled up, secreted more nectar. With the help of the vaginal fluid, Lin
Wanqiang's fingers moved faster and deeper. Waves of pain mixed with bone-deep pleasure
spread from Zhao Ruoyun's vagina throughout her body. Zhao Ruoyun's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, the scenes of being humiliated by the three thugs
constantly replaying in her mind's eye. Why did she always reach orgasm while being abused?
Was she a naturally promiscuous woman?

These doubts were quickly drowned out by the overwhelming carnal pleasure. Zhao Ruoyun felt her vagina numb
and itchy, as if countless thorns were sprouting from it, or as if countless ants were biting her. To alleviate this torment,
she shamelessly arched her back, cooperating with Lin Wanqiang's thrusting fingers. Her vaginal fluid dripped
down her vulva, soaking the white sheets. Lin Wanqiang truly wondered if he was in a wet dream. He had
never imagined that his dignified, elegant, beautiful, and reserved girlfriend, Zhao Ruoyun, could have such a promiscuous side.

If he had known this, why had he hesitated to even touch her fingers for so long? Thinking
of this, he felt immensely deceived and humiliated.

"Oh, Wanqiang, stop, stop now, it's coming, it's coming!" Suddenly, with a series of soft cries, Zhao
Ruoyun convulsed again, being played with to the point of climax once more.

"Ruoyun, don't just think about your own pleasure, I haven't even started yet." Lin Wanqiang no longer hesitated. He quickly took off
his shirt, trousers, and underwear. His long-awaited penis immediately sprang out from between his legs. Zhao Ruoyun was so ashamed that she hurriedly
turned her face away. But Lin Wanqiang grabbed her delicate, round chin. Lin Wanqiang stood up and forced his penis
against Zhao Ruoyun's fair and flawless face.

"Ruoyun, is my thing big? Remember it well, I'm going to use it to make you my woman later
."

When Zhao Ruoyun heard him say this, a look of panic flashed across her face. She wasn't afraid of becoming Lin Wanqiang's woman,
but she was worried that Lin Wanqiang would find out that she was no longer a virgin. She pushed Lin Wanqiang's hands away and
said seriously, "Wanqiang, I can't give it to you right now..."

Lin Wanqiang hadn't expected that she, who had just been moaning like a prostitute, would now be feigning innocence. He felt a surge of inexplicable
anger.

"Think about it, what if our classmates found out... Besides, I'll be yours sooner or later, why the
rush?"

Lin Wanqiang shouted impatiently, "Then give it to me now!"

With that, he lunged forward, trying to grab Zhao Ruoyun's shoulder. Zhao Ruoyun recoiled, and he missed.

Zhao Ruoyun nimbly jumped off the edge of the bed. The two faced each other across the hospital bed. Zhao Ruoyun's resistance ignited Lin Wanqiang's
primal lust. His eyes flashed with a terrifying fire, and he stared at Zhao Ruoyun, naked, as if
he might pounce on her and tear her to pieces at any moment.

"Wanqiang, please calm down, you look so scary right now!"

Zhao Ruoyun said, moving towards the door, which was closer to her. Lin Wanqiang knew her intentions and, naked,
jumped over the bed and pounced on her. Zhao Ruoyun rushed towards the door, but because she was barefoot and the floor was too slippery, she slipped
and fell to the floor.

Just as Zhao Ruoyun was about to struggle to her feet, Lin Wanqiang grabbed her arm. Then, Lin Wanqiang tightly
gripped her waist from behind, took a few quick steps, and threw her onto the bed. Zhao Ruoyun still tried to escape, but
before she could even turn over, Lin Wanqiang had her two delicate ankles in his hands. Zhao Ruoyun clung tightly to the sheets
, desperately twisting her upper body, her beautiful hair flying wildly, like a mermaid stranded on a beach.
However, Lin Wanqiang was determined to have her today. He forcefully spread Zhao Ruoyun's round, slender, and shapely legs, pulling
her body backward. Zhao Ruoyun was like a weak lamb, pinned down by Lin Wanqiang.
Zhao Ruoyun's position was extremely awkward at this moment. Her upper body was forced to lie prone on the pristine white sheets, her clothes still intact and elegant,
displaying the usual purity, intellect, and reserve of the university's most beautiful girl. However, her firm, pert buttocks were raised high,
forming an alluring curve with her curled-up back. Her long skirt had been lifted to her waist by Lin Wanqiang,
exposing her fair, smooth buttocks, and her thin silk panties were soaked with her own fluids. Her mons pubis and pubic hair were clearly visible.
The view of her lower body was more lewd and seductive than any AV actress on the cover.

After controlling Zhao Ruoyun, Lin Wanqiang thrust his naked waist forward, his large penis pressing precisely
between her soft buttocks. Lin Wanqiang's penis was like a newly forged steel gun, scalding hot, fiery, and
rock hard. Zhao Ruoyun had become extremely familiar with men's penises and what was about to happen. What she truly
feared was what would happen if Zhao Wanqiang discovered she was no longer a virgin
. Lin Wanqiang's penis playfully slid through her panties, rubbing against the edges of her incredibly sensitive vulva,
reigniting the uncontrollable pleasure within her. Glistening, slippery nectar seeped from the edge of her panties again. Zhao Ruoyun
bit her lip tightly. Was she really going to give herself away like this?

Seeing that Zhao Ruoyun had stopped struggling and was simply burying her pretty face in the sheets, Lin Wanqiang assumed she had tacitly consented
to his violation. Zhao Ruoyun's vulva felt as soft and moist as a sandy beach, and his erect penis throbbed
painfully. Wavering between lust and reason, Zhao Ruoyun suddenly felt a chill between her legs, followed
by a heat. Her panties had been pulled down, sliding down her smooth, slender legs to the floor. Lin
Wanqiang's penis was now firmly pressed against her wet entrance.

At this moment, Lin Wanqiang was so nervous that he could barely breathe. In his dreams, Zhao Ruoyun had
been entwined with him countless times, making love to him. Countless times she had trembled beneath him, begging for mercy. Yet, when his worshipped goddess finally
knelt before him, he still felt as if he were in a dream. He was terrified that the slightest recklessness
would shatter this crystal-clear dream. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Ruoyun, you are going
to be mine. Don't worry, I will be very gentle..."

He slightly thrust his hips, his rock-hard glans ignoring Zhao Ruoyun's feigned entrance, plunging into her wet
and tight vagina. The shock and pleasure of his first encounter with Zhao Ruoyun almost made Lin Wanqiang lose control. He quickly
took another deep breath, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from ejaculating. Then he tightened his grip on Zhao Ruoyun's slender
waist, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and prepared for an even deeper thrust. Let all men die of envy
! With this strike, Zhao Ruoyun will truly become Lin Wanqiang's woman. He will possess
the most beautiful, purest, and noblest campus belle in the history of T University!

"Wanqiang, stop now, or I'll break up with you immediately!" In this moment of passion, Zhao Ruoyun suddenly
let out a shrill cry.

The word "break up" made Lin Wanqiang's heart tremble. Zhao Ruoyun's tone was serious and resolute; it seemed she
wasn't joking. He didn't want to lose more than he gained. But his penis remained inside Zhao Ruoyun, his hands still tightly
holding her waist, showing no intention of letting go.

"Lin Wanqiang, take your thing out now. Otherwise, even if you possess me, I will
break up with you!" Zhao Ruoyun said clearly again.

Lin Wanqiang looked at Zhao Ruoyun. She was also turning her head with difficulty, staring at him, her eyes full of pleading.
Tears glistened in her clear eyes. A few strands of hair clung to her face, evoking a sense of pity. Lin Wanqiang's heart
softened slightly. Zhao Ruoyun seized the opportunity to persuade him, "Senior, I know you must be feeling terrible, but
for our future, you must endure it for now."

Seeing Lin Wanqiang still hesitating, Zhao Ruoyun smiled charmingly at him. She said in the gentlest tone, "
Senior, if you really can't hold back, I can..."

Zhao Ruoyun lowered her head shyly, licking the corner of her mouth with her small tongue.

Although Lin Wanqiang didn't understand why Zhao Ruoyun, who had been teased to the point of being dripping with desire, was now suddenly acting
like a virgin, resolutely refusing his entry, he didn't want to lose this heavenly
campus beauty girlfriend because of a moment of impatience. Zhao Ruoyun's licking of her lips, though subtle, stirred a tingling sensation in his heart. Since things
weren't going well down there, letting her little mouth serve him up wouldn't be bad. Thinking this, Lin Wanqiang reluctantly
withdrew his glans from Zhao Ruoyun's vagina. Zhao Ruoyun breathed a sigh of relief. But Lin Wanqiang immediately turned her around
, her pretty face facing his thick, hard, swollen penis. Zhao Ruoyun blushed, lifted her long hair, and without a word,
took Lin Wanqiang's penis into her mouth.

They were separated only by a tightly closed door. The male doctors at T University Hospital
, who had witnessed Zhao Ruoyun's beauty and temperament, could never have imagined that the seemingly pure and elegant school beauty, Zhao Ruoyun,
was now kneeling on the white sheets, one hand supporting her flowing black hair that kept sliding down her cheek, the other hand tightly gripping
the base of Lin Wanqiang's penis. She was using the oral sex techniques she had learned from those three thugs to give her beloved boyfriend
incredibly intense pleasure. Nurses in pink uniforms, doctors with stethoscopes around their necks, and patients in striped hospital gowns
occasionally passed by the corridor outside the door. The lazy afternoon sunlight of autumn cast dappled shadows on the white curtains
. A few streets away, Liang Zhixun's 125cc motorcycle sped towards Zhao Ruoyun's detached villa like a gray wolf
. Amidst the various scattered and chaotic sounds outside, a middle-aged woman's voice seemed to ask, "Why
is it so dirty here? Why hasn't Uncle Chen come these past two days?"

Uncle Chen had taken leave from school. His wife had done it for him. Apparently, he had slipped and fallen while using the restroom that night,
injuring his eye. When the kind school doctor asked if he needed medication to prevent infection, she said no, the old
man just needed to rest. But as she left, she uttered something puzzling: "
These young people nowadays..."

Uncle Chen hadn't actually rested. In a simple apartment on Rende North Road, he was wearing sunglasses and
sitting in a creaky wicker chair. Opposite him was a tall, burly, but rather
refined-looking young man.

"Uncle Chen," he said. "I really can't help you this time."

Uncle Chen said angrily, "Dr. Kang, don't be so heartless. Every time you poop,
I'm the one who wipes your butt. Now that bastard has blinded me, you're just going to ignore it? Damn it!"

Dr. Kang said calmly, "That guy surnamed Liang has a lot of power. Half of Taipei is his father's territory
. Aren't you trying to kill me? Besides, you shouldn't have messed with them in the first place."

"Ungrateful bastard!" Uncle Chen couldn't help but curse. As he cursed, he stood up unsteadily
. Dr. Kang thought he was going to leave. But instead, he just grabbed the briefcase on the table and slumped back
into his chair. The rattan chair creaked with gritted teeth.

He pulled out a few photos and waved them in front of his face. He continued, "Dr. Kang, if you're willing to do me this
favor, I'll give you all the negatives of these photos. Otherwise, you'll never have a chance."

"What's this?" Dr. Kang raised an eyebrow. He took the photos from Uncle Chen and examined them closely.

"Hehe, you've never seen anything like this. Damn it, that brat thought he burned all the photos. Goodness,
I still have the negatives. I can develop as many as I want. What do you think? This girl's hot, right? The campus belle of T University
!"

Dr. Kang didn't speak; he looked at the photos over and over for a while before looking up at Uncle Chen
and asking, "What's this girl's name?"

"What, getting interested?" Uncle Chen's face broke into a lewd smile. The image of Zhao Ruoyun being brought to multiple orgasms by him in the hospital room that day
, yet unable to make a sound, resurfaced in his memory.

"What was her name again... Damn, I think her surname is Zhao... Right, Zhao Ruoyun."

As Uncle Chen expected, with Zhao Ruoyun's negative as payment, Dr. Kang agreed to risk helping him get revenge. To
discuss a more concrete plan, Dr. Kang and Uncle Chen went into a more secluded room. Zhao Ruoyun's photo was
left on the table. In the photo, she was naked, slumped in front of the blackboard. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed
, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders. Her firm, white breasts were covered in fingerprints. She shamelessly spread her legs wide
, the dewdrops on her pubic hair clearly visible. Her clothes were scattered on the floor, and the law lecture notes on the blackboard
("Three Key Points of Criminal Law") hadn't been erased. In this humiliating posture, she forever
exposed her most cherished body to the air, allowing one lewd man after another to ravage her.

While Uncle Chen and Dr. Kang were talking in hushed tones... Inside a small eatery on the ground floor of a somewhat dilapidated apartment building,
a tall, fair-skinned policewoman was questioning the shop owner. Outside
, the sky was gradually darkening. The police car parked in front of the shop reflected the vibrant sunset, like a
large butterfly gently fluttering its wings. A little while later, the policewoman would start the car, and as
she turned at the next intersection, the butterfly on the window would disappear into the thick night fog. A little while later, Uncle Chen would put on his hat,
hide his purse under his clothes, and slowly swim home in the deepening twilight like a bloated turtle. A little while later
, the grocery store owner would yawn as he turned on the radio, mentally calculating
how he should mistake his wife for the policewoman who had just come to investigate when they made love that evening. A moment later, the radio broadcast the female
anchor's robotic, cold, and pleasant voice: "Another woman in this city was reported missing early this morning...
Name... Lin... The police are... on alert... Also..."

Lin Wanqiang, holding Zhao Ruoyun's hand, left the school hospital amidst the envious and resentful gazes of the doctors and patients.
She got on Lin Wanqiang's motorcycle. Clinging tightly to his waist, without a helmet, her long hair pressed against his
broad back. The whistling cold wind brushed past her ears, stinging her face. Sand filled her mouth,
bitter and astringent. The city's neon lights rushed past like a flock of birds on fire. How she wished she could be
carried like this by her beloved, all the way to the other side of the world.

When they arrived at her detached villa, Zhao Ruoyun's heart clenched again. In the motorcycle's bright beams,
she saw Liang Zhixun's black 125 motorcycle parked in the driveway from afar. No one was beside it. After getting off the motorcycle, she
said to Lin Wanqiang, "Senior, thank you for bringing me back. It's getting late. I won't invite you up; you should go
home and rest."

Lin Wanqiang was a little annoyed that Zhao Ruoyun hadn't even invited him up. He said, "Ruoyun
, aren't you scared living alone in such a big house? Do you want me to keep you company for the night?"

Zhao Ruoyun poked his nose and laughed, "I just kissed you, and you're already so excited
. If I let you up, you'd devour me."

She then gently tapped his cheek and said tenderly, "Senior, don't worry, I'll always be
yours."

Lin Wanqiang leaned close to her and couldn't resist pulling her onto the motorcycle, about to kiss her lips again. Suddenly, he heard
a voice call out, "Hey, young man, public indecency can get you fined and jailed!"

He quickly released Zhao Ruoyun and turned around to see Song Ligan, one of the three scoundrels from T University, standing
in the shadows of the bushes, grinning at him. He had always disliked these three scoundrels who ran rampant on campus. Seeing that
it was Song Ligan, his anger flared even more. He clenched his fists and snapped at Song Ligan, "
What are you doing here?"

Song Ligan made no attempt to hide his lecherous gaze at Zhao Ruoyun. He took a step closer and chuckled,
"I don't have your luck, kid. You even managed to snag the prettiest campus belle in T University's history. I
can only hide in the shadows and secretly glance at pretty junior girls, maybe take a few photos, and then masturbate to them at night
. Sigh, I'm so pathetic."

Lin Wanqiang wasn't allowed to finish speaking before he lunged forward. Zhao Ruoyun quickly stopped him, whispering, "Senior,
don't bother with this scoundrel. Come upstairs with me."

Lin Wanqiang continued to insist on teaching this scoundrel a lesson. At that moment, Liang Zhixun and Lian Zhen emerged from the darkness.
Liang Zhixun yelled at Lin Wanqiang, "Hey, Lin, don't be so arrogant. If you want to fight, I'm not going to
give you a second thought."

Upon seeing these three scoundrels who terrified her, Zhao Ruoyun's heart clenched. But as expected
of the school beauty, possessing both intelligence and looks, she forced a smile and said to Liang Zhixun, "Senior Liang,
what are you doing here…"

Lin Wanqiang's face changed slightly. He looked into Zhao Ruoyun's eyes and asked, "Ruoyun, why do you call these
scoundrels 'senior'? Do you know them?"

Liang Zhixun walked up to Lin Wanqiang. Lian and Song hurriedly followed.

"Hey, Lin kid. You only know me as the school's infamous scoundrel. You don't know I'm also a
shareholder of the Liang Group, do you? The hospital your girl's father stayed in is owned by my family. Although her father is dead, the
more than three million in medical bills he owes are still there. Is it illegal for me to come and discuss debt issues with a client?"

Lin Wanqiang asked incredulously, "Ruoyun, is what he said true?"

Zhao Ruoyun nodded silently. Liang Zhixun continued, "Hey, Lin, if you really love your girlfriend
, pay off her debts. Otherwise, if it goes to court, the judge doesn't care if she's the school beauty or not; if she
can't pay her debts, she'll go to jail."

Lin Wanqiang, humiliated in front of Zhao Ruoyun, was almost driven mad with anger. He roared and tried to rush over. Zhao Ruoyun
stood firmly in front of him, preventing him from fighting. She turned back to Liang Zhixun and pleaded, "Senior Liang, please
. I will definitely repay the debt I owe you. Please go back first today."

Liang Zhixun smiled coldly and said, "Junior, originally, this money absolutely had to be returned. However,
since we are alumni, and you are the pride of our T University, I'm too embarrassed to take all of it. How about this, you
only need to repay a portion. I came here today because I need you to sign some documents. But your boyfriend is so fierce,
it's making us so nervous. I think we shouldn't sign the documents, we can see each other in court."

Zhao Ruoyun knew she was lying, but still pretended to be surprised and said, "Senior, Wanqiang is just
a bit impatient, don't take him for granted—is it really just a matter of signing some documents?"

Liang Zhixun nodded.

Lin Wanqiang also never expected that this scoundrel would have such a kind and generous side. Although still
somewhat uneasy, at Zhao Ruoyun's urging, the five of them walked together towards the villa's gate

. Upon reaching the gate, Zhao Ruoyun reluctantly stepped forward to open it. However, flustered and
disoriented, she couldn't find the key. After rummaging through her purse for a while, she finally found it. Just as she pushed the door open, she
heard Lin Wanqiang shouting loudly behind her. Before Zhao Ruoyun could turn around, the thick mahogany door
was kicked open with a loud thud, and Liang Zhixun strode into the living room. Then, Lin Wanqiang
entered as well. Judging from the scene before him, he seemed very reluctant to enter. His arms
were pinned behind his back by Lian Zhen and Song Ligan, like a prisoner being dragged in. A button was ripped off the front of his shirt. He
looked up, his face contorted with rage, and shouted, "Damn it, Liang Zhixun,
what do you think you are? Hitting me from behind! Let me go and fight me if you dare! Fuck you!"

Zhao Ruoyun was startled by this sudden turn of events and didn't know what to do. She turned to look at Liang Zhixun. Liang Zhixun,
however, calmly lit a cigarette, leaned against the living room wall, and squinted at the furious Lin Wanqiang
. He ignored Zhao Ruoyun's pleading eyes.

Only after Lin Wanqiang's shouting finally stopped did he slowly walk up to him. He said with a forced smile
, "Kid Lin, since I'm a fucking scumbag, and my mother isn't exactly a saint either, it's
none of your business, right?" He then turned to Song Ligan and asked, "Little Song, you agree, aren't you?"

Song Ligan nodded hurriedly, "Boss, you're right. It's none of his business."

Liang Zhixun exhaled a smoke ring and continued, "Since you've slept with my mother, then for the sake of fairness
, your lovely girlfriend should let me have a go too, right?"

The veins on Lin Wanqiang's forehead suddenly bulged, and he lunged forward, trying to break free from Lian and Song's grasp.

However, his opponents were also incredibly strong, and even with all his strength, he could only manage to lean forward a few inches.
His face was flushed red as he roared like a madman, "You, surnamed Liang, if you dare touch a hair on Ruoyun's head, I will
kill you, I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "smack" rang out, and with Zhao Ruoyun's sharp scream
, five bloody handprints appeared on Lin Wanqiang's face. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Then,
Liang Zhixun grabbed Lin Wanqiang's hair with one hand and pulled out a gleaming military dagger with the other, the tip almost
touching Lin Wanqiang's throat. He stared viciously into Lin Wanqiang's eyes and said, "You? Lin kid,
let me tell you honestly, I've been putting up with you for a long time. If it weren't for your girlfriend, I would
have stabbed you to death long ago. By the way, speaking of your girlfriend—," he suddenly lowered his voice, as if whispering,
"—you haven't slept with her yet, have you?"

"Bastard—" Lin Wanqiang roared like a wild beast.

At this moment, Lian Zhen suddenly chimed in, "Maybe they even think she's a virgin."

This remark caused the three scoundrels to burst into laughter, as if it were the funniest joke in the world. But for
Zhao Ruoyun, who stood there dumbfounded, these words felt like a knife stabbing into her heart. She felt
dizzy and almost collapsed to the floor.

Liang Zhixun released Lin Wanqiang's hair and continued smugly, "Of course, our basketball captain
will never imagine that his seemingly innocent school beauty girlfriend, who's like a virgin, was deflowered by me half a year ago.

Ironically, while she was being fucked to the point of ecstasy, her boyfriend was actually
waiting for her outside the window. But I'm in a good mood today, so you don't need to wait outside the window. Today, I'm going to
let you see right in front of you how your girlfriend is being fucked by me until she cries for her parents."

Having said that, he ignored Lin Wanqiang's storm of curses and turned to humiliate the completely bewildered
Zhao Ruoyun.

The blow was too much for Zhao Ruoyun. She watched as the girl shook her head in despair, cursing at the top of her lungs.
Lin Wanqiang, toying with the dagger in his hand, Liang Zhixun with a cruel smile on his face, and
Lian Zhen and Song Ligan, who were
fiercely holding Lin Wanqiang back with all their might—all of this was right before her eyes. However, her consciousness was like a thin wisp of smoke, looking down at everything in the room from a distant, distant cloud. It wasn't until Liang Zhixun's thick
arm grabbed her waist from behind that she snapped out of her daze.

"Ah, what are you doing? Let me go!" Zhao Ruoyun cried out in a panic.

"Damn, still pretending to be innocent?" Liang Zhixun thought smugly to himself.

The familiar scent of Zhao Ruoyun, her frightened expression, and the friction of her body instantly aroused him.

Especially the frustrated and angry face of Lin Wanqiang in front of him, which gave him a burning sense of vengeful pleasure
.

("Lin, go ahead and curse me. The more you curse, the more I enjoy it.")

For Zhao Ruoyun, being humiliated in front of her beloved boyfriend was something she could neither tolerate nor imagine
. It was a thousand times more terrifying than the end of the world for her. She twisted her waist desperately, pinched
Liang Zhixun's arm hard, and kicked her legs backward, but no matter how hard she struggled, Liang Zhixun behind her was
like an unshakeable steel giant. Soon, she was panting heavily, and
a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Seeing that Zhao Ruoyun had temporarily stopped struggling, Liang Zhixun couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He dropped the military knife in his hand,
tightened his grip on Zhao Ruoyun's slender waist with one hand, and tightened his grip on Zhao Ruoyun's shoulder with the other.

In this way, Zhao Ruoyun's slender body was firmly controlled by Liang Zhixun from behind, and there was no
possibility of breaking free. Zhao Ruoyun's firm, full buttocks were forced against Liang Zhixun's rock-hard abdomen.
What humiliated and angered her even more was that she could clearly feel Liang Zhixun's erect penis,
pressed precisely between her plump buttocks through two thin layers of clothing. The scalding heat emanating from it made her
blush uncontrollably. To avoid the pressure beneath her, Zhao Ruoyun had to forcefully straighten her body, raising her buttocks as
high as possible.

Zhao Ruoyun's attempts to escape only fueled Liang Zhixun's lust. His large penis, due to
the friction between their bodies, became even hotter and harder. Zhao Ruoyun felt as if a dangerous wooden wedge had been placed beneath her buttocks , ready to pierce her at any moment. She had to stand on tiptoe to avoid the unbearable heat emanating from
Liang Zhixun's glans .
This posture forced her full, rounded breasts forward, her shoulders and
waist curving into a captivating arc. To Lian Zhen and Song Ligan, who were facing her, this seemingly martyred
pose appeared incredibly alluring. Even Lin Wanqiang was somewhat stunned.

Just as Zhao Ruoyun blushed crimson, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant, Liang Zhixun's large hand moved up her shoulder
, caressing her collarbone and fair neck, finally roughly lifting her small, round chin.

Zhao Ruoyun sighed softly, closed her eyes in despair, and two streams of crystal tears welled up, dripping
down her cheeks onto Liang Zhixun's rough hands. Unfortunately, Liang Zhixun was not one to show mercy. Zhao Ruoyun's
tearful, pitiful appearance only made him chuckle. Dipping his hands in Zhao Ruoyun's tears, his large
hands wantonly groped her fair, delicate, and flawless face. Her smooth forehead, exquisite nose,
tender cheeks, rounded chin… not an inch escaped Liang Zhixun's ravaging hands. Liang Zhixun even
maliciously poked at Zhao Ruoyun's beautiful cherry lips with his filthy fingers, forcing her to open her lips and
swirling his fingers inside her wet mouth. Violently violated, Zhao Ruoyun felt stars
flashing before her eyes, and she felt an urge to vomit, but all she could do was futilely toss her long hair. Liang Zhixun
seized the opportunity to bury his head in Zhao Ruoyun's thick, smooth, seaweed-like hair, greedily inhaling its
fragrance, his foul, hot breath spraying onto her cheeks and ears. Zhao Ruoyun's heart
pounded like a small boat tossed about in the waves, her breathing becoming rapid.

After thoroughly playing with Zhao Ruoyun's pretty face, Liang Zhixun's left hand swiftly
slipped from under her left arm, and through the thin layer of gauze, it touched Zhao Ruoyun's warm, firm, and elastic breasts. His
large hand moved left and right, kneading and pinching Zhao Ruoyun's sensitive and soft breasts incessantly. Waves of excruciating
pain surged from her breasts; her perfect breasts, which usually attracted countless envious glances, had now become
organs for Liang Zhixun to vent his lust. Each time the pain struck, Zhao Ruoyun would take a deep breath of cold air, her brows
furrowing tightly. But she still gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out.

Liang Zhixun felt Zhao Ruoyun's whole body burning hot, yet her limbs remained tense, still stubbornly resisting
. He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, and he tightened his grip, his five fingers digging deep into
the tender flesh of Zhao Ruoyun's right breast like iron hooks. Zhao Ruoyun leaned forward in pain, her black hair swaying wildly,
tears welling in her tightly closed eyes. Despite the excruciating pain, she only managed a short "Ah—"

as she witnessed her beloved girlfriend suffer such torment. Lin Wanqiang felt as if his heart was being cut by a sharp blade.

He roared like a demon, repeatedly trying to break free from Lian Zhen and Song Ligan's control, only to be repeatedly
pressed firmly to the ground by the two. His hair was a tangled mess, his face streaked with snot and tears; extreme anger and shame
had pushed him to the brink of a mental breakdown.

"You slut, still trying to act like a virgin in front of your boyfriend? Don't fucking dream about it!" Liang Zhi said viciously
. Only by cruelly humiliating Zhao Ruoyun could he vent his jealousy and perverse possessiveness. After saying that,
Liang Zhixun suddenly spread his thumb and forefinger, biting down on Zhao Ruoyun's most sensitive nipple like an iron clamp. Then, he
grinned maliciously and twisted it hard.

"Ah—" Zhao Ruoyun finally couldn't bear the excruciating pain and cried out.

Before the pain in her left nipple subsided, Liang Zhixun pinched the nipple of her right breast between his fingers. Zhao
Ruoyun's body instinctively shrank into Liang Zhixun's arms, her once clear and bright eyes filled with terror. She
Her breasts heaved violently under Liang Zhixun's hands, like a pair of startled white rabbits. Liang Zhixun leaned close to her ear
and said, "Don't worry, as long as you're obedient, I'll be very gentle."

Liang Zhixun was indeed much gentler. Zhao Ruoyun's extremely sensitive, delicate nipples
gradually hardened and became erect under his teasing, gentle caress. At the same time, a tingling, itchy pleasure began to spread throughout her body.

The blush on Zhao Ruoyun's face deepened, and although she kept reminding herself not to lose her mind,
her body seemed increasingly difficult to control. She felt increasingly hot all over, her ears were ringing, and
her nipples were already hard and numb. Liang Zhixun's skillful yet cruel manipulation of her nipples made her feel as if her breasts
were being slowly devoured by a swarm of ants. The burning pleasure both terrified her and uncontrollably
triggered waves of pleasurable currents within her. She clenched her teeth, praying repeatedly that this hellish nightmare would
end soon.

"Hey, Song, Lian Zhen, stop watching this live sex show and come over here and have some fun!"
Zhao Ruoyun, her eyes closed, suddenly heard Liang Zhixun's sinister voice and shuddered.

"No, please, don't let them..." Zhao Ruoyun pleaded in fear.

Lian and Song laughed triumphantly. They dragged Lin Wanqiang to a chair and
bound him tightly with their belts. Lian Zhen, annoyed by Lin Wanqiang's noise, took off his shirt and gagged him as well.

The two scoundrels, now only in their underwear, pounced on Zhao Ruoyun, naked.

"Beautiful Zhao, we're here!"

Liang Zhixun forcefully twisted Zhao Ruoyun's long, slender, white arms behind her back, leaving her completely
exposed to Lian and Song's wanton abuse. Lian Zhen and Song Ligan were almost moved to tears. They
exclaimed in unison, "Thank you, Boss! Long live the Boss!"

Then, Lian Zhen on the left and Song Ligan on the right, the two of them, like dogs, greedily sucked on Zhao Ruoyun's nipples
. Zhao Ruoyun's already incredibly hot and sensitive nipples were
like test tubes undergoing a violent chemical reaction; a single drop of catalyst would ignite them instantly. The sudden attack on her nipples
triggered a series of explosions within Zhao Ruoyun's body; an electric shock-like pain and thrilling pleasure shot straight to her brain, causing her whole body to spasm uncontrollably
. She clenched her teeth tightly, preventing a shameful moan from escaping her lips. "Such an innocent face, such a sensitive body..." Liang Zhixun praised sincerely

while stroking Zhao Ruoyun's delicate and flawless face. He felt deeply proud to possess such a rare woman as Zhao Ruoyun. From childhood, relying on his family's power, he had played with countless women. 　　Despite his profound understanding of women's bodies and sexual needs, he remained somewhat perplexed by Zhao Ruoyun. He vaguely remembered reading somewhere that the best woman was a combination of "talented woman, virtuous woman, and prostitute . " 　　In Zhao Ruoyun, these three distinct characteristics were blended together perfectly. At school, she was a talented woman praised by classmates and teachers; in public, she was an elegant and refined lady; beneath him , she was as wanton as a prostitute. She played each role so naturally. But which one was the real her? Although he had taken her virginity and could possess her body countless times, each possession left him with a strange sense of defeat. It was like the stacks of cash his father had thrown at him —good, but not truly "for" him. In her eyes, he would always be just a despicable , vile "scoundrel." And what about that foolish Lin Wanqiang? Did he win Zhao Ruoyun's heart? 　　The thought of Lin Wanqiang reignited Liang Zhixun's anger. He glared fiercely at Lin Wanqiang, who was tied to the chair, and roared, "Lin, what's it like? Your Princess Ruoyun, isn't she just someone I can play with as I please? You're lucky to witness this live sex show. Watch closely, you can learn a few moves too." 　　With that, he swept Zhao Ruoyun's hair behind her ear, lowered his head, and defiantly took her delicate, slender, rounded, and fatally sensitive earlobe into his mouth, his tongue launching a merciless attack. 　　"Mmm..." Like being stung by a bee, Zhao Ruoyun groaned softly, wanting to turn her face away from Liang Zhixun's entanglement of lips and tongue, but afraid that too much force would tear off her earlobe. She could only slightly shake her long hair, her pure and beautiful face filled with pain. 　　Since losing her virginity to Liang Zhixun, Zhao Ruoyun's body had been completely open to these three scoundrels. Despite the carnal pleasure she had experienced, including moaning and climaxing repeatedly while being pleasured by three men, and despite her constant doubts about whether she was truly a promiscuous woman, she always comforted herself afterward with excuses like being forced and unable to control her body's reactions. Deep down, she still believed in her own purity and innocence. But now, the intimate caresses between Liang Zhixun and her lover were generating waves of unbearable pleasure, making her confidence waver. Every time Liang Zhixun's rough stubble brushed against her neck, every time he forcefully caressed the most sensitive area behind her ears, even every time his cheek was close to hers, the pungent smell of sweat mixed with a strong masculine scent she had never felt with Lin Wanqiang . 　　"Wanqiang, forgive me..." Zhao Ruoyun cried out desperately in her heart. 　　Liang Zhixun went a step further, taking half of Zhao Ruoyun's smooth, jade-like ear into his mouth, gently biting her earlobe with his teeth, his tongue wriggling, rubbing, and licking between her earlobe and hairline. He occasionally breathed hot air into her ear canal. Zhao Ruoyun's heart tightened with stimulation. Her long eyelashes trembled incessantly, tears streamed down her fiery red cheeks, and her moist, red lips were tightly closed, as if she might cry out at any moment. 　　Below, the continuous burning, sweet yet humiliating carnal pleasure was becoming increasingly irresistible to Zhao Ruoyun. The saliva from Lian Zhen and Song Ligan soaked the front of Zhao Ruoyun's thin gauze dress . Lian Zhen simply cupped Zhao Ruoyun's full, firm breasts in his hands, taking her swollen, almost bursting breasts into his mouth.

The hot nipples, like a child suckling milk, were licked and suckled, the tip of the nose occasionally
rubbing against Zhao Ruoyun's fragrant breasts, emitting smug hums. Song Ligan, however, was far less "gentle." What he loved most
was the stubborn yet pitiful expression on Zhao Ruoyun's face as she was violated. He didn't use his tongue,
but his teeth. Zhao Ruoyun felt his sharp teeth biting and pulling, her nipples almost
being torn off her body. Each pain from her nipples was excruciating.

Just as Zhao Ruoyun's cheeks were flushed, she was panting, and her body was trembling uncontrollably from being played with by these three scoundrels,
Liang Zhixun gave Lian and Song a wink. The two understood and reluctantly released Zhao Ruoyun's
breasts. Zhao Ruoyun, her heart pounding in her chest, suddenly felt Lian Zhen and Song Ligan's hands leave her chest
. Then, Liang Zhixun released her arms, which had been held behind her back. Zhao Ruoyun slowly opened her eyes, unable to believe
she had suddenly regained her freedom. And Liang Zhixun, Lian Zhen, and Song Ligan, those three scoundrels, had vanished from her side.

What was going on? She wiped away her tears, wondering if what she had just experienced was a nightmare.

"Beautiful lady, what's wrong? Are you stupid? We're here." Lian Zhen's mocking voice suddenly came,

startling Zhao Ruoyun. Looking up, she realized the three hadn't disappeared, but were standing
behind Lin Wanqiang, leering at her.

"You... what do you want?" Zhao Ruoyun asked in panic.

"Haha, nothing. Our boss wants to see you masturbate!" Song Ligan grinned sinisterly.

"What…" Zhao Ruoyun couldn't believe her ears.

Liang Zhixun said, "What's wrong, beautiful lady? Don't you understand? I said you have to perform masturbation for us
."

This thought suddenly entered Liang Zhixun's mind while he was humiliating Zhao Ruoyun. Forced humiliation
could only temporarily possess Zhao Ruoyun's body. Only by making her admit her own lewd nature could he shake
the psychological defenses of this proud beauty. And making her perform masturbation in front of her beloved boyfriend would completely destroy
the bottom line she had always stubbornly held onto. Besides, he had already fucked Zhao Ruoyun's vagina many times; why
not try something new?

Zhao Ruoyun replied in a trembling voice, "You've tortured me enough. I'd rather die than agree to this."

The three scoundrels laughed again. Liang Zhixun stepped forward, pressed Lin Wanqiang's head down, and said to Zhao Ruoyun
, "Hehe, what a fierce woman. You can leave now, but Lin boy, you'll have to play with us for a while."

With that, Liang Zhixun pulled out a dagger from behind him, blew on it, and said to Lin Wanqiang, "Lin boy,
I admire you. Not only did you get such a hot chick, but you also got to take a few stabs for her."

With a flick of his wrist, a cut appeared on Lin Wanqiang's handsome, healthy face, and bright red blood immediately gushed out
, dripping down his cheek and onto his chest. His shirt was quickly stained red. Lin Wanqiang let out a painful
, muffled growl.

"No!" Zhao Ruoyun screamed, lunging towards Liang Zhixun to dodge the dagger in his hand, but
was pushed aside by Lian and Song.

"Zhao Ruoyun, if you don't want Lin boy to die, you'd better do as I say," Liang Zhixun said sinisterly.

Zhao Ruoyun knew he meant what he said; the horrific image of Uncle Chen covered in blood was still etched in her mind. However
, due to the strict upbringing she received, she considered masturbation a deeply shameful act. Even
when she secretly masturbated in bed tormented by desire, she felt guilty for days. Therefore, she simply couldn't muster
the courage to perform masturbation in front of this group of grown men.

"I'll count to five. If you're still pretending to be innocent, get out of here right now. Wait to be Lin's
corpse!" Liang Zhixun said coldly.

"One…"

Zhao Ruoyun blushed crimson with shame and anger.

"Two…"

Tears welled up in her eyes again. Oh God, how could this be…

"Three…"

I have to perform masturbation in front of men…

"Four…"

"I promise. I promise you!" Zhao Ruoyun said, her face flushed, and she began to sob.

Liang Zhixun then removed the knife from Lin Wanqiang's face and wiped the blood from the blade. The three of them approached
Zhao Ruoyun, and Song Ligan ordered, "Gan, aren't you going to start taking off your clothes?"

Zhao Ruoyun lowered her head, clear tears falling onto her chest. She began to unbutton her milky white silk blouse
. When she unbuttoned the fourth button, Liang Zhixun suddenly said, "Don't take it all off, I like
it like this."

Zhao Ruoyun's chest was completely exposed, with only a pink bra barely covering the two nipples. The skin of her breasts
was as white as snow. The deep cleavage accentuated the firmness and elasticity of her breasts. Lian and Song's palms itched secretly again.

A few strands of her long hair fell across her chest, creating a pure yet alluring picture.

Zhao Ruoyun then lowered her head and lifted her long skirt. Today she was wearing a light green cotton skirt,
only reaching her knees. As her skirt rose, Zhao Ruoyun's voluptuous, shapely, and fair legs were gradually revealed
to the man's gaze. Zhao Ruoyun suppressed the overwhelming shame, pulling her skirt up to her waist.

Holding the skirt with one hand, she trembled as she placed the other hand on the edge of her pink panties.

"I...I can't..." Zhao Ruoyun cried desperately.

Liang Zhixun coldly said, "You can still back out now, but Lin's fate is uncertain."

Zhao Ruoyun took a deep breath, spread her fingers, and began rubbing her vulva back and forth through her panties.

Her fingers traced the edge of the cleft, and each time they touched her clitoris, Zhao Ruoyun's body
trembled slightly. Soon, a wet patch appeared on her pink panties, and a salty, sweet scent
filled the air.

Zhao Ruoyun painfully turned her face to one side. Her smooth, black hair covered half her face, and her cheeks were flushed red...
Drunk, her brows were tightly furrowed, and tears glistened on her fan-shaped eyelashes. Her soft, cherry-red
lips trembled uncontrollably, as if she were desperately suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her lips.

Although Zhao Ruoyun stubbornly resisted, the sensitivity of her private parts was beyond her own
expectations. Like a spark igniting a wildfire in a wasteland, Zhao Ruoyun felt an insatiable pleasure erupting
and burning between her fingers. Her reason cried out, "Stop, stop!" but her fingers
moved uncontrollably. Nourished by the nectar, her inner vulva seemed to awaken. It began
with a feather, gently teasing the entrance to her vulva. Then, a wretched ant burrowed into the inner
wall, biting at the tender flesh. Next, hundreds of companions arrived in droves, hundreds of
ants wielding their horny pincers, swarming, tearing, and devouring within the folds of her honeyed orifice. Finally, hundreds more
black monsters with sharp claws invaded her narrow passage, occupying her uterus and chewing on her body. Her vagina
was already barren and rotting, countless poisonous stings sprouting from the decay… Oh God, why is it so itchy!

Zhao Ruoyun scratched her cleft even harder, trying to alleviate the maddening itch. Her legs
trembled and rubbed incessantly. However, the intense tingling and itching sensation grew thicker and thicker, like smoke, enveloping her layer by layer.

As Zhao Ruoyun's fingers moved rapidly back and forth, the vaginal fluid on her panties seeped out rapidly. Crystal-clear
water droplets trickled down Zhao Ruoyun's long, shapely, jade-colored thighs, pooling into small puddles on the floor
. Lost in the pleasure of carnal desire, Zhao Ruoyun's eyes were glazed, her breathing rapid. Her tall, sexy body
trembled like a peach blossom in a storm, clearly unable to extricate herself from the lust aroused by masturbation.

Stimulated by this boundless spring scene, Lian Zhen and Song Ligan, their blood boiling, hurriedly took out their cameras, aimed the lenses
at Zhao Ruoyun, and snapped photos incessantly, capturing the most innocent and alluring masturbation
scene in the history of T University.

Seeing that the time was almost ripe, Liang Zhixun stepped forward, grabbed
Zhao Ruoyun's swaying waist, and with his other hand, forcefully pulled her hand, which was masturbating, apart from her legs
. Zhao Ruoyun's already unbearably itchy vulva, deprived of the caress of fingers, immediately became as
hot and unbearable as a volcano about to erupt. She had to desperately clench and rub her shapely, rounded thighs together, trying to alleviate the
maddening, tingling sensation. More fluid gushed from Zhao Ruoyun's innocent body, the floor
overflowing with the erotic love juices. Yet, the repeated contractions of her vulva generated wave
after wave of new pleasure, each wave higher than the last, assaulting her. Although Zhao Ruoyun managed to maintain her rationality with extraordinary willpower
, her sensitive body was nearing collapse. Involuntarily twisting her waist, her
beautifully curved upper body pressed tightly against Liang Zhixun's chest, greedily rubbing
against his pectoral muscles with each movement. Zhao Ruoyun's delicate nipples grew increasingly erect and hard in the ambiguous entanglement.

Liang Zhixun forcefully pulled Zhao Ruoyun into his arms. He could feel Zhao Ruoyun's soft, boneless, yet supple youthful
body burning hot, like a block of ice baked by the sun. He smugly admired Zhao Ruoyun's
alluring face, flushed with desire, her seductive eyes, and her tightly clenched, rosy lips, while
slowly moving his hand from her back down, along her deep buttocks, gradually probing towards her already
soaking wet passage. Liang Zhixun didn't immediately penetrate Zhao Ruoyun. He simply cupped her
full, firm buttocks, and then, with his slender fingers, through her panties,
lightly and heavily teased the entrance to her tender, hot, and extremely sensitive flower stream.

Liang Zhixun's skillful and continuous fingertips terrified Zhao Ruoyun more than any forceful violation. Each stroke of Liang Zhixun's fingers
across Zhao Ruoyun's engorged mons pubis felt like a direct caress to her exposed nerves, sending
shivers of pleasure through her, almost making her cry out. She desperately tried to tiptoe, attempting to escape his cruel clutches,
but to no avail. Liang Zhixun's fingertips moved upwards, and suddenly, Zhao Ruoyun let out a
soft moan, her body jerking as if struck by an arrow. Her long, white arms clung tightly
to Liang Zhixun's shoulders, her stunningly beautiful face instantly turning crimson. Liang Zhixun's middle finger had forcefully
penetrated her vagina, beginning to move in and out of its slippery, tight passage.

Although Zhao Ruoyun's vagina had been played with and penetrated countless times by three beasts, it remained as tight and slender as a newly deflowered
virgin. Liang Zhixun's fingers stirred and thrust wantonly within her warm vagina. Completely disregarding
the immense stimulation this brought to Zhao Ruoyun, she felt as if Liang Zhixun's fingers were a wizard's evil wand,
instantly unlocking the sealed source of pleasure within her body. Zhao Ruoyun's juices gushed forth, the clear, slippery
fluid flowing across the floor, soaking her green dress and clinging tightly to her bare thighs.
Using the lubrication of this fluid, Liang Zhixun's fingers pushed aside the layers of intertwined flesh within Zhao Ruoyun's vagina, piercing
deeper into her body. With each deeper penetration, every cell within Zhao Ruoyun's vagina seemed to gain life
, contracting and pulsating uncontrollably. The overwhelming pleasure emanating from her sensitive nerve endings drove
Zhao Ruoyun to the brink of madness. Shamelessly, she twisted her waist, welcoming the fierce penetration of Liang Zhixun's fingers into her body.
Her hands clung to Liang Zhixun's neck, her nails digging deep into the skin of his back. With a violent tremor throughout her body
, her full, rounded breasts pressed against Liang Zhixun's chest through his clothes. As the intense pleasure of passion
burned within her, Zhao Ruoyun's expression reached the pinnacle of innocence and sensuality: unable to resist the overwhelming ecstasy,
Zhao Ruoyun vacantly swayed her head, letting her smooth, black hair flutter wildly. A few strands, streaked with tears, clung to
her cheeks, making her appear both pitiful and incredibly alluring. Her usually serene and beautiful face was now as radiant as a sunset, her
clear, intelligent eyes shrouded in a misty haze. Her naturally long, slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her usually tightly closed
cherry lips involuntarily parted, revealing a row of small, crystalline teeth, as if overwhelmed by pleasure, yet also
seemingly enduring immense torment.

Controlled by Liang Zhixun, Zhao Ruoyun's snow-white neck arched back as if trying to break free. This
only brought her high, firm breasts closer to Liang Zhixun's chest. Although her blouse was torn,
exposing her delicate, white breasts, the high-quality pink shirt still barely concealed her trembling nipples. This
half-concealed allure only drove the man wilder. The buttons on her shirt had also fallen off in the struggle,
shamefully exposing her flat stomach and part of her slender waist to the man's gaze. Her lower body was in no better
shape. Zhao Ruoyun's favorite green floral cotton dress was soaked through with overflowing vaginal fluids and pulled up to
her waist. Her flawless legs trembled under Liang Zhixun's relentless assault, almost collapsing
.

As Zhao Ruoyun was driven to a frenzy by Liang Zhixun's teasing fingers, Liang Zhixun himself was
pushed to the brink of climax by Zhao Ruoyun's sensitive reactions and extremely seductive manner. He gritted his teeth and
withdrew his fingers from Zhao Ruoyun's honeyed passage, casually unzipping his pants. His long-suppressed penis immediately stood erect.
Zhao Ruoyun, who was sinking into a sea of desire, noticed Liang Zhixun's fingers suddenly withdrawing from her body. She opened her eyes a crack and
looked at Liang Zhixun in horror. When her gaze met Liang Zhixun's familiar penis, which was several sizes larger than normal,
she couldn't help but gasp. The most terrifying thing was finally about to happen. However, for some reason,
an inexplicable excitement welled up in her heart. She subconsciously licked her red and tender lips.

"You can't wait to be fucked by me, can you? Look at your unsatisfied appearance!" Liang Zhixun mocked lewdly
.

"No..." Zhao Ruoyun turned her gaze away shyly.

"Still dare to be stubborn? You won't say that when I'm fucking you until you're ecstatic!"

He then turned back and shouted at Lin Wanqiang, "Hey, Lin kid, watch closely. Watch how I fuck your Ruoyun
Princess to orgasm! This kind of on-site guidance is rare! Haha!"

Lin Wanqiang shook his head frantically like a madman, making a series of incoherent shouts. Lian Zhen raised his camera
and slammed it heavily on his head. A line of fine beads of blood immediately trickled down his forehead. Zhao Ruoyun
screamed in terror, but Lian Zhen and Song Ligan laughed nonchalantly.

Just then, Liang Zhixun grabbed Zhao Ruoyun's thighs with both hands and then thrust his body forward. Zhao Ruoyun's light,
slender, and boneless body was held firmly in Liang Zhixun's hands like a doll. Beyond Liang Zhixun's broad
shoulders, Zhao Ruoyun saw Lin Wanqiang bound to a chair. His mouth was gagged tightly with his shirt, and
beads of blood were still trickling down his face. He stared blankly at her, like an expressionless wax figure, as if Lian Zhen's slap
had rendered him unconscious. He seemed not to be looking at her, but at the opposite wall. Or even not at
the wall, but at the silent and chaotic world beyond it. No, not even the world; he was staring at endless
emptiness… "Wanqiang, I… I'm so sorry…" Zhao Ruoyun sobbed. Her tears fell in torrents
onto Liang Zhixun's bare shoulders.

"Beautiful Zhao, still pretending to be innocent? Hurry up, spread your legs wider!"

"I won't…" Zhao Ruoyun resisted softly.

"Xiao Zhen!" Liang Zhixun commanded, his back to Lian Zhen.

Lian Zhen immediately raised his camera again.

"Don't hurt Wanqiang!" Zhao Ruoyun pleaded.

"Then do as I say! Hurry up! Damn it, I don't have much patience!"

With that, Liang Zhixun slapped Zhao Ruoyun's firm, round buttocks hard.

Zhao Ruoyun, tears welling in her eyes, clung to this man she so deeply hated, yet who was also the only one who could bring her to the peak of ecstasy, like an octopus
. Her beautiful arms wrapped around his neck, her enviable,
flawless legs coiling tightly around Liang Zhixun's waist like vines. His erect penis pressed between her legs,
rubbing back and forth, like a snake, sending shivers down her spine.

Liang Zhixun carried Zhao Ruoyun step by step to Lin Wanqiang.

"Beautiful lady, let's kiss," Liang Zhixun said.

Zhao Ruoyun knew he wasn't joking. But this incredibly perverse form of humiliation filled her with unbearable shame—
making love in front of her beloved boyfriend and the scoundrel she hated most. But if she didn't obey, would they
really kill Wanqiang? "Wanqiang, do you understand? I did this for you!" Zhao Ruoyun glanced at Lin Wanqiang through teary
eyes. She saw him seem to nod.

Zhao Ruoyun sighed deeply, closed her beautiful eyes, and leaned forward to kiss Liang Zhixun. Unexpectedly,
Liang Zhixun commanded again, "Open your eyes. I want you to remember how you offered yourself to a scoundrel in front of Lin
."

Zhao Ruoyun reluctantly opened her eyes. She saw Liang Zhixun's mouth open, his tongue sticking out and
trembling in the air. Zhao Ruoyun almost vomited when she saw Liang Zhixun's tongue. But she had to suppress
the churning in her stomach and press her fragrant, red lips close to his drooling, white-coated
, fat tongue.

"Look at you... "

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