He slept with a woman he shouldn't have slept with

These days, universities are perhaps breeding grounds for decadence. Three years fly by, and all I remember is playing online games, watching porn, drinking and chatting, and fooling around with my girlfriend in my rented apartment. With only one year left until graduation, the school probably doesn't even bother teaching anymore, urging everyone to quickly find a supervisor, finish their thesis, and then pack their bags. At first, I was dismissive. Then I realized I was dumbfounded. These bastards had secretly found all the professors, leaving me, the hero, stranded and without a mentor. After much searching, I finally found the last remaining supervisor no one had approached. She was a recent female master's graduate, her first year as a supervisor, lacking experience, hence the lack of suitors. I couldn't help but laugh at these idiots; why bother with such a trivial matter? So, with a beaming smile, I went to her office, knocked, and was pleasantly surprised to find a familiar face—the beautiful woman who had taught us before!

Of course, she's what I consider beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and my friends think she's just average, but she's exactly my type. So, I never skipped her class, and I deliberately sat in the front rows, not to listen, but just to admire her beauty. She's about 1.6 meters tall, with a round face, big eyes, but very light eyebrows, so the traces of eyebrow pencil are clearly visible. She wears frameless glasses, which makes her look even more elegant; her lips are full, a reddish-purple hue, making her look exceptionally sexy; her hair is combed back without bangs, simply tied into a braid, giving her a mature charm. She's quite voluptuous, but doesn't look bulky; her breasts are large, making her tops look very high; her buttocks are also round, and she often wears tight jeans, which makes me swoon. If I didn't have strong self-control, I would have drooled. Her personality is very straightforward, unlike some girls who deliberately act coy and affected. She gives off a decisive and efficient vibe, very decisive and uninhibited. It made me wonder if I had a thing for older women. Because of her, I even went to ask her questions every now and then during breaks, just to smell her scent up close. For this, I was often teased by the guys around me. I didn't care; a young man who doesn't have his share of romance is a wasted youth.

Unexpectedly, I ran into her here again today; it seems our fate wasn't over. For a moment, I was incredibly touched. But a second later, I regained my composure. I continued with a beaming smile, explaining my purpose: how much I admired her, and how I wanted to study under her and write my graduation thesis. She recognized me too, saying I was quite diligent in my studies. I chuckled inwardly; little did she know the wickedness in my heart. She seemed quite pleased with my flattery, and since it was only me who came to her, she readily agreed. Little did I know that this accidental encounter would be the beginning of a romantic adventure…

Summer vacation arrived in the blink of an eye, and my buddies, like prisoners being released from prison, couldn't wait to go off and have a blast. But then I received a call from my beautiful professor, saying that the topic we were working on was quite complicated, with too much data and simulations, a whole bunch of gibberish, basically asking me to stay on campus during the summer to do experiments with her… Good grief, no wonder she's a first-time professor, so young and impetuous. I may be unreliable, but I never offend my superiors. So I put on a righteous yet ecstatic tone, expressing my absolute obedience. That night, I made my girlfriend feel like she was dying, then put her on the train home, and thus began my summer vacation with a tragic air.

She said she was helping her with experiments, but honestly, I didn't know anything about it, so I just assisted her, mostly doing the chores. The campus was quiet during the summer, even the cats were fewer, and we really felt like we depended on each other for survival. I discovered that staying on campus with her wasn't so bad; every day I could admire her figure from every angle. I loved watching her big, swaying buttocks as she walked, and I'd sometimes stand behind her while she sat, peeking at her deep cleavage through her open neckline.

She was quite accommodating, ordering me around without hesitation—moving things, cleaning, serving tea and water. Seeing how pitiful I was being bossed around, she'd give me a flirtatious wink, which aroused my desire. Unable to sleep with her, I could only continue working. At first, I only worked in the lab, but later I also started working at her place. The first time was helping her carry rice. It wasn't actually that heavy, but with a subordinate present, how could a superior do it themselves? I carried the small bag of rice to her place.

It was a small apartment, two bedrooms and a living room. It was very clean, but also had a strong perfume scent. The underwear drying on the balcony made my manhood slightly aroused. She was quite generous, inviting me to lunch. I didn't stand on ceremony, and we chatted as we ate, getting more and more excited, until we started talking about her life.

She's five years older than me, and has been married for over a year. Her husband was her boyfriend from their school days, but he's often away for work. She didn't originally live here, but the apartment was a bit far from the school, which she found inconvenient, and the empty house made her feel uncomfortable, so she rented an apartment here, moving back in when her husband is home. Her husband calls her two or three times a month, initially pouring out his troubles, but later realizing there's nothing left to talk about. I secretly fantasized, wondering if this resentful woman offered me a chance to make my move. But aloud, I said, "Teacher, don't be shy, just let me know if you need anything, I'll be there anytime." She seemed slightly moved, saying, "Don't call me 'teacher' anymore, it sounds old-fashioned, just call me 'sister' instead." "Teacher" became "sister," and of course, I was happy, my fantasies intensified. For the next ten days or so, I went to see her during the day, doing odd jobs, doing experiments, and processing data; at night, I watched porn and masturbated while thinking about her.

Not only did I have to do chores for her, but when she was in a good mood, I also had to go shopping with her—of course, I'd just carry her bags. My girlfriend had honed my patience for shopping. Even though I wasn't particularly keen, I'd pretend to be very happy accompanying her. I'd even help her choose clothes; being able to admire her graceful figure made it all worthwhile. I especially loved going shoe shopping with her; I could openly stare at her bare, fair legs and small feet. In this way, our relationship instantly grew closer. I even suspected that she was already imagining me as her boyfriend, trying to recapture the feeling of our early romance.

The small town was unbearably hot in the summer. School was on holiday, and the power supply was frequently out of service, so the lab's air conditioning was unusable. We simply moved our stuff to her place to continue working—it was just some circuit boards and a few instruments, very convenient. After moving into her little apartment, she became even more casual. Sometimes she would even work in her nightgown. I don't know if she was deliberately teasing me or if she simply didn't care about me. She also started giving me flirtatious glances more frequently and would make silly jokes without any restraint. It made my blood pressure spike every day; I was so hard I could drill a hole in the wall, and I just wanted to pin her down and fuck her. Little

did I know this day would actually come.

That day was hot and gloomy, with the oppressive tension and restlessness before a downpour permeating the air. We were crammed into her little apartment again, doing that silly experiment. Even with the air conditioning on, it was still unbearably stuffy. She wore a yellow tank top, exposing her chest and back to me. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her neck, and the two faint protrusions of her breasts, tightly covered, clearly indicated she wasn't wearing a bra. She wore extremely short denim shorts, her long, snow-white legs so long I could barely open my eyes. Red sandals dangled from her bare feet, swaying back and forth, making me uneasy. This wasn't an experiment; it was torture. Looking at this boundless spring scenery, smelling the fragrance of her sweat-soaked body, my penis instantly became erect. My head was spinning, and I was busy assisting her, completely unaware of what I was doing, greedily admiring her body while trying to conceal my erection. My mouth felt increasingly dry, and I was sweating more and more. Every movement she made or changed her sitting position sent a shiver down my spine. I felt I couldn't hold back any longer; if this continued, I would pounce on her and take her.

Suddenly, she looked up, her eyes filled with that seductive allure, at the beads of sweat on my face, and asked if I was that hot, sweating so much. I was both amused and exasperated, inwardly lamenting that it was all because of her. She chuckled softly and said to go take a shower, as she couldn't help me if I got heatstroke. Since she asked, I wouldn't hold back. I quickly slipped into the bathroom, threw my clothes outside the door, grabbed the showerhead, and poured a torrent of cold water over myself, specifically targeting my throbbing, aching penis to cool it down. As I showered, my thoughts cleared, scenes flashing through my mind. Was she really trying to seduce me? Was this young woman, suffering from unbearable pent-up desire, trying to get me to quench her thirst? After intense analysis and internal struggle, with conflicting and secretly pleased feelings, I emerged wrapped in a towel. I found her no longer working, sitting on the sofa in the living room, smiling at me. She said, "I'm so sorry, I accidentally spilled water on your clothes, they're all wet. I've hung them up to dry for you, just wear a towel for a while." I followed her gaze and saw my clothes tragically hanging on the balcony, along with my underwear... In an instant, I seemed to understand something, so I sat down next to her shirtless, wrapped in a towel, and started chatting.

The atmosphere became subtle, every exchanged glance seemed to carry a different meaning, that feeling gradually building up, like the rain clouds outside, growing thicker and thicker, just waiting for the clap of thunder… The conversation became increasingly daring, first about movies and TV series, then about handsome male celebrities, then about the physiques of male and female stars, Jolin Tsai's plastic surgery, Lin Chi-ling's breasts, even Aaron Kwok's bulging photos… My penis once again uncontrollably hardened, and I simply stopped hiding it, letting the towel create a high tent, but she pretended not to notice… Suddenly she stared at my bare upper body, “You have a good physique, you look quite muscular.” I smiled modestly, “It’s alright.” "Your girlfriend is so lucky, the two of you can stay together, unlike me, all alone..."

As she finished speaking, her gaze fell unabashedly on my bulging towel... then she stared into my eyes, her eyes filled with unspeakable allure... Her mouth was slightly open, and I could clearly hear her breathing... Her tongue lightly touched her sexy upper lip...

I couldn't hold back any longer; I knew that was the signal! I pounced on her, pinning her to the sofa, and frantically kissed her full, sexy lips. She didn't resist at all, wrapping her arms around my neck and one leg around my waist, passionately returning my kisses. She sucked on my tongue frantically, her soft little tongue swirling and even biting my lips. Her voluptuous, sexy body writhed and rubbed against me. My hands weren't idle either. One hand frantically kneaded her breasts, while the other groped downwards to grab her large buttocks, one thigh pressing against her crotch...

She struggled, mumbling through the gaps in her lips, "Quick, to the bedroom..."

I scooped her up, rushed into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and pounced on her. I lifted her tank top, revealing her large breasts—she wasn't wearing a bra! Her breasts were round and firm, with light brown nipples and small areolas, emphasizing their grandeur.

I eagerly tried to pull her tank top over her head, but it got tangled with her glasses. She yelled, "Wait, glasses! I can do it myself!"

So I let go. She took off her tank top, placed her glasses on the bedside table, untied her braids, letting her hair fall loose, then ripped off my loosened towel, grabbed my erect penis, and started stroking it vigorously. I pushed her onto the bed, pulled down her denim shorts, and underneath she was wearing black, semi-transparent lace panties! I couldn't resist anymore. I touched her vulva a few times through the panties and found it was already soaking wet, so I pulled the panties off as well. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick, just scattered on her vulva and extending to the sides of her labia. Her vulva was a slightly darker color, and her labia glistened slightly with moisture, seemingly trembling a little. She really seemed like a horny woman!

In less than half a minute, we were naked together. I pounced on her, vigorously kneading and squeezing her large breasts that I had been longing for day and night, and even sucking her nipples frantically. This made her pant incessantly, and her nipples hardened and stood erect. Between gasps, she said, "Quick... I can't take it anymore... Come on..."

I asked, "Do you still need a condom?"

"Why bother... Just come on..." How

could I disobey? I grabbed my penis, rubbed it against her entrance a few times, and then thrust it in.

The feeling was so wonderful. Her vagina was incredibly warm, soft, and slippery; the sensation of each layer pulling me in was so intense, it felt like it was holding me tightly. I thrust all the way in with the momentum. She was truly amazing! I was so moved I almost cried!

She, like someone who had been tormented by a nicotine addiction for a long time, took a deep drag on a cigarette, tilted her head back, arched her back, and let out a long, soft, pleasurable moan, followed by a long exhale. She was really pent up.

I pressed myself against her, holding her tightly, my penis thrusting wildly into her vagina. Her warm, moist walls massaged every inch of my penis. Her large buttocks were like a soft cushion, incredibly supple, and each thrust felt wonderfully elastic. Her full breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I deliberately rubbed them against my chest; they were soft, fleshy, and incredibly comfortable. Her entire body was like a waterbed, soft and supple, rolling rhythmically beneath me with each thrust. Lying on top of her was incredibly pleasurable. This was the feeling of fucking a mature woman, so much better than fucking my girlfriend! I really didn't understand how her husband could bear to leave home with such a gem.

She cried out loudly, without any shame. I was afraid the neighbors would hear her singing, so I covered her mouth with mine. Our tongues intertwined wildly, and soon even our noses were covered in saliva, while she continued to hum her suppressed moans through her nose.

Perhaps because I was so happy, it unleashed my potential, and I didn't feel like ejaculating at all. Two bodies burning with desire were thus wildly intertwined, rubbing and colliding. We were both drenched in sweat, our slightly damp skin sticking together and rubbing against each other, making us look even more lewd and experiencing endless pleasure.

We worked like this, day and night, for who knows how long. Her face grew increasingly red, and she cried out intermittently, "Faster...faster...harder...harder...faster..." I knew she was close to climax, so I pressed her down and thrust wildly, each stroke reaching its full depth.

Suddenly, her brow furrowed, her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Her hands gripped my back tightly, and her body trembled involuntarily, as if electrocuted. She was coming. I felt her vagina instantly become hotter and wetter, and even tighter, gripping my penis tightly and sucking it in forcefully.

I couldn't control myself any longer. I pressed her down, held my breath, and thrust in and out more than twenty times, pressing firmly against her end, and then gushed out...

We lay naked on the bed, panting heavily with satisfaction. One of her legs was draped over mine, and one hand was still caressing my chest. I didn't hold back either, playing with her large breasts. My head was spinning, and my glans still faintly felt waves of pleasure. I never imagined that something I'd fantasized about countless times would actually become a reality. I didn't think about anything else, just fully savoring the pleasure that followed this indulgence.

Her movements gradually stopped, and I turned my head to see tears welling up in her eyes. I asked her what was wrong. She said nothing, and then nestled against me. I held her, unsure of what to say…

That night, the torrential rain that had been suffocating all day finally poured down. I didn't go back; we continued our passionate battle on her bed. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and her cries grew even more unrestrained, as if she wanted to outshout the thunder. We were like we were under a spell, forgetting everything else, releasing our pent-up desires again and again until we were completely exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day, I discovered that the sheets were wrinkled and soaked with sweat, vaginal fluid, and semen…

After that, there was no more restraint or pretense. I simply moved in with her, flirting and playing with her while we worked during the day, and then I would pin her down and vent my desires at night. It's often said that the more educated a woman is, the more wanton she is inside. This is certainly true, and a sexually frustrated young woman like her, who had already been "developed," was even more uninhibited. She would play all sorts of games with me, trying different positions.

She would lie on the table, sofa, or bed, sticking her butt out so I could fuck her from behind. This way, I could better appreciate the elasticity of her buttocks. Every time I thrust all the way in, there would be a slight bounce. I could fuck her from behind while lying on her back, reaching over to play with her breasts, experiencing a kind of rape-like pleasure…

I would also have her lie on the bed, grabbing her breasts with both hands and pulling them down, while my penis thrust upwards forcefully inside her. This would excite me immensely, but she didn't like it, saying it would make her breasts sag. I would also pull her hands up, making her arms squeeze her breasts together, and while I was fucking her hard, I would watch her two big breasts heaving and bouncing up and down...

I also discovered that she watched porn; she had many on her computer, including a few black ones. I would watch porn with her, and when we got into it, we would watch and fuck each other at the same time. We would try different positions, imitating those in porn. When she got excited, she would rub her clitoris while I was fucking her, making her orgasm even more intense. Sometimes she would be playful, imitating porn actresses by shouting "Yamete" or "Komoji," which would make me fuck her even more wildly. And with something like emergency contraception (not an advertisement), we didn't need condoms, and I could even ejaculate inside her—it was incredibly pleasurable.

The most precious thing was that she would give me oral sex! On the condition that I wash my penis thoroughly with soap. This was a treatment I had never received with my girlfriend before. In return, I would also diligently lick her vagina and suck her clitoris. She said the feeling of her clitoris being sucked and licked by her mouth and tongue was incredibly pleasurable, and of course I was happy to oblige.

We tried all sorts of things. She would wear pantyhose and let me tear them before inserting myself. Or, like in the movie *Instinct*, she would tie my hands to the headboard and ride me, twisting back and forth.

Sometimes we would be naked at home during the day, continuing our experiments. She would also wear only an apron, like in the movies, revealing her large white buttocks and her breasts, which were barely visible. I would assist her while also taking advantage of her, grabbing her breasts and pinching her buttocks, having a great time.

We invented the most wanton way of working: she would bend over on the table reading data, and I would stand behind her with my penis inside her vagina, placing a clipboard on her back. I would record the data, and she would read out a data point, and I would insert myself into her…

Only in public would we maintain a respectable hierarchy, because she was afraid that acquaintances would notice something was amiss, with serious consequences. But as soon as we returned to our little nest, we immediately reverted to our intimate and promiscuous nature…

The long, hot summer vacation, thanks to our mutual support, seemed rather short and rushed. Although our indulgent lifestyle somewhat affected the progress, the experiment was still happily completed before the end of the vacation; perhaps sex was also an encouragement for the work. The equipment was all moved back to the lab, and my girlfriend was due to return. We went on a crazy two more days of sex. Then I moved back to my own place.

After the semester started, without classes, everyone's life became even more boring. I would use writing papers as an excuse to visit her every few days, continuing our passionate years together. Although it was a bit tiring to keep it a secret from everyone, especially my girlfriend, it had a unique charm; no wonder they say men like to cheat.

I found myself deeply infatuated with her; my girlfriend's youthful body no longer aroused my interest. When I was with my girlfriend, I couldn't help but think of her voluptuous "waterbed." My girlfriend and I gradually drifted apart and finally broke up. I wasn't too heartbroken, because I would feel more free to visit her. During that time, I foolishly lived in a dream…

Finally, her husband had a week's leave and came back. She returned to her real home to reunite with him. That week, I felt incredibly lost, inexplicably drinking alone. I suddenly realized that this wasn't a reliable thing to do, and I should really think about my own life…

In the days that followed, I would still visit her, but it wasn't as enjoyable as before. Under her care, I successfully completed my graduation thesis. I also secretly found a job, a job very, very far away. Because I didn't know where things would lead if I stayed. I hurriedly finished my graduation procedures and went to say goodbye to her. She cried, cried very sadly. My heart ached as well…

I still embarked on my journey…

We lost contact, and time gradually sealed everything away. I think we've both moved on and continued our journeys. But that summer remains deeply etched in my heart. I sincerely wish her eternal happiness…

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