The spoiled junior's panties were soaked.

Final exams began, and Xiaobo and Xiaoqi spent every day studying at the library until closing time. That evening, a cold front hit, and it was particularly cold. Xiaoqi stayed in her dorm, too lazy to come out, so Xiaobo obediently stayed in his apartment to prepare for the next day's exams. Around 7:30 pm, someone knocked on Xiaobo's door. He ran to open it and saw Lingling, his

"senior brother." She was carrying a large bag. "It's so nice to have you home!" She took off her shoes, went into the room, took off her coat, placed her bag on the desk, opened it, took out three or four books and notebooks, spread them out on the desk, moved a cushion to the left of Xiaobo's seat, and sat down to study.

"Lingling…" Xiaobo watched her finish before asking, "What are you doing?"

"I'm here to keep you company while you study, to fulfill your duties as a senior," she said without looking up. Xiaobo shrugged, thinking it was fine, and went back to his seat to continue reading.

Lingling read very attentively, asking questions from time to time, which Xiaobo patiently answered, acting quite like a senior and junior student. As they read, Xiaobo's left hand and Lingling's right hand somehow became entangled. He first gently pinched her knuckles, switching hands between them; sometimes Lingling would feel a slight pain and let out a soft moan. Then he played with her fingertips, and Lingling complained that they tickled, but didn't pull her hand away. Although their hands were quite playful, the rest of their bodies remained well-behaved, so Lingling could still read her book.

But then, Xiaobo tickled her crossed feet with his toes. Even though Lingling was wearing thick white socks, she still felt itchy and giggled incessantly. Suddenly, Xiaobo became aggressive, grabbed one of her feet, pulled off the sock, and started scratching her sole. Lingling laughed, of course. She forcefully pulled her foot back and said angrily, "What are you doing? Do you think I'm Zhao Min?"

Xiaobo deliberately feigned a lecherous expression, got up, and Lingling shrank back in fear. Xiaobo moved closer to her, reaching behind her to grope her, but didn't touch her. Just as she was wondering what was wrong, Xiaobo pulled two coffee cups from behind her, waved them in front of her, and said, "I'll treat you to coffee." Lingling lightly slapped him. Xiaobo then found the coffee maker and lit an alcohol lamp on the table.

After the water boiled, Xiaobo made two cups, and they drank while continuing to read, the air heavy with silence. Not long after, Xiaobo used another strange trick. He picked up a book, lay down on the carpet, and used Lingling's lap as a pillow. Seeing that he had no other ill intentions, Lingling went along with him without objection. However, Xiaobo was restless. He would lie on his back one moment, on his side the next, and then back on his back again, his hair constantly rubbing against Lingling's lap, causing her woolen skirt to become wrinkled.

Actually, Lingling liked his cat-like coquettishness. She let go and stroked Xiaobo's hair. Xiaobo turned his head to face her, and put his right hand under her right leg, wrapping it around her thigh. Suddenly, Lingling made a new discovery and said, "Don't move! You have a gray hair." Xiaobo didn't dare to move. Lingling gently parted his hair, wanting to pinch the gray hair, but she couldn't quite find it, so she kept searching for it on his scalp.

Xiaobo felt very comfortable being teased by her. Later, Lingling finally plucked out a single white hair and showed it to Xiaobo. Xiaobo took it and said, "Getting old..." He tossed the white hair aside and buried his face in Lingling's lower abdomen. He had long since lost his books; Lingling told him to go crazy and just focus on his studies. Xiaobo's cheek was pressed against her thigh, and her woolen skirt had already been pulled up, so he could clearly see her white panties. Lingling's view was blocked by Xiaobo's head, and she was completely unaware that she was exposing herself.

Lingling's panties were small and cute, made of delicate, soft, semi-transparent fabric that looked very comfortable to wear. Near the center, there was a blooming flower. Xiaobo loved that flower because it was openwork, revealing a mysterious and sparse patch of pubic hair beneath the mesh threads, half-hidden and half-revealed, almost tempting him to commit a crime. At the narrowest part, a very soft material enveloped a plump mound. Many girls have yellowish secretions in this area, but Lingling's was completely clean. Xiaobo even wondered if he could smell a pure, youthful scent emanating from her.

"Lingling..." Xiaobo called her. Hmm? "She's still reading. You seem to have very little hair!" he said. Huh?" Lingling was suddenly taken aback by his inexplicable question. She looked down at him and realized that Xiaobo was leisurely admiring her private parts up close with wide eyes. "Ah! I'm going to die!"

she cried out in alarm, trying to close her legs. Xiaobo had anticipated her shy reaction and calmly held her body still. He had already rested his head on Lingling's right leg, and now he simply pressed his right hand down to block her left leg. Lingling couldn't close her legs anymore, and Xiaobo pleaded, "Don't move, just let me see, okay?"

Of course not, Lingling used her hands to press down her skirt to cover herself, but Xiaobo persisted, saying, "Just a glimpse is enough!" "Just a glimpse?" Lingling was a little annoyed. "Just a glimpse!" he corrected her. "How long is a glimpse?" Lingling asked. "Just a glimpse... it won't be long."

As he spoke, he automatically began to lift Lingling's skirt. Lingling blushed deeply and covered her pretty face with a book. This time, Xiaobo had officially obtained permission, so he stared intently with a righteous air. Looking wasn't so bad, but his right hand, which was holding Lingling's left leg, was restlessly groping the inside of her thigh. Lingling didn't know what to do. Her waist slumped weakly, and she wrapped her arms around Xiaobo's head, her brows furrowed in distress. She could only helplessly say, "No...no more..." Xiaobo didn't care whether she wanted it or not. His restless hand quietly moved towards her groin. Although it was slow, it eventually reached her. Lingling's legs trembled from his caresses, and she felt her lower body go weak.

Xiaobo was still staring at her crotch when he noticed a small, wet patch suddenly appearing on her bulge, which was gradually expanding. He smelled the fragrance even stronger. At this crucial moment, his right thumb reached its destination first. "Ah...all at once..." Lingling said tremulously, "It's already here..." Xiaobo ignored her pleas. His palm was on Lingling's thigh, his thumb rubbing against the damp fabric. Lingling pleaded, "No...don't...it's so...uncomfortable...I...oh...it's so embarrassing...please have mercy...ah..."

Xiaobo remained unmoved, rubbing a few more times with his thumb. Unable to feel the correct shape under the fabric, he asked, "Lingling, where is this?" "Ugh...ugh..." Lingling refused to answer. "Where is it?" he asked again, rubbing even harder. "My...my labia..." Lingling whispered. Xiaobo had forced her to reveal herself, knowing this wasn't the most important target. He immediately abandoned this damp area, referring to the clues Lingling provided. He moved his thumb up a centimeter or two, finding a small protruding spot, and rhythmically circled it.

Lingling immediately groaned in agony. Xiaobo was pressing on her clitoris; how could she possibly bear it? Xiaobo, being her senior, knew perfectly well that she was inexperienced in such matters, yet he deliberately targeted her most vulnerable spot. Lingling, unable to resist, could only endure the moans and groans. Before long, the bottom of her panties, forming an inverted triangle, was completely soaked. For the first time, Xiaobo felt he should reward his thumb; it had fought a brilliant battle, and, pressing its advantage, single-handedly pried open the elastic band of her panties, attempting to penetrate deeper into enemy territory, a lone warrior taking a risk.

Lingling struggled to hold onto his right elbow, preventing his thumb from advancing any further. Seeing his ally fail, Xiaobo's left hand crept forward, resting against her waist, and through her long-sleeved blouse, touched Lingling's beautiful breasts. Lingling immediately withdrew her left hand to protect her breasts, allowing Xiaobo's thumb to slip smoothly into the panties, half-buried in the greasy crevice, playfully roaming. Meanwhile, his left hand moved erratically between the two fat balls, and Lingling could only watch one side and not the other. Since she couldn't stop his powerful Bagua You Shen Palm, she gave up and let him dote on her. All three sides of the Taiwan Strait fell into Xiaobo's hands.

Seeing that Lingling had stopped struggling, Xiaobo moved his left hand down to support her right leg, then tilted his head to the side, slipping his head under her thigh and letting her right leg straddle his chest. His right arm also wrapped around her left leg, burying his face between her legs. Poor Lingling couldn't understand why "just a glance" had suddenly turned into this, and she didn't know how many more tricks Xiaobo had up his sleeve. Her mind was a mess, and she had lost her composure. Xiaobo, however, hadn't been idle. He temporarily abandoned Lingling's upper body and began licking the inside of her legs with his tongue. Lingling, of course, felt very comfortable. She braced herself on the carpet with her hands behind her, tilting her head back and exhaling. Xiaobo licked closer and closer to her sacred spot, already reaching the crease of her thighs, teasing and sliding along the seam of her panties.

Lingling let out alluring moans. Xiaobo pinched the edge of her panties with his left hand and gently pulled them open, revealing most of her pubic hair. Lingling's defenses completely crumbled; her arms went limp, and she moaned softly as she lay back on the carpet. Xiaobo gently pressed his lips to Lingling's straight lips. Lingling was shocked and couldn't help but tremble violently. Xiaobo gave her a few light touches, and then his devilish tongue darted out, licking upwards from the lowest point of Lingling's cleft. Lingling cried out in pleasure. When Xiaobo licked her most sensitive clitoris, she cried out incoherently, "Oh...oh..."

Xiaobo repeatedly licked Lingling's tongue, giving her a constant stream of pleasure. Sometimes, he deliberately paused on her clitoris, stimulating her continuously; other times, he penetrated her tender flesh, sucking her soft, sticky fluids. Lingling felt like she was dying; everything in the world had become unimportant, and she only wanted to spread her wings and fly high into the sky.

Xiaobo noticed that Lingling's panties had elastic bands tied on both sides. He pulled them off simultaneously, leaving her entire mons pubis uncovered, making it easier for him to violate her. Xiaobo's mouth continued its assault on Lingling, while his hands slipped inside her shirt, groping back to her breasts, which he had previously abandoned. His eyes were greedily fixed on Lingling's pink labia and clitoris, so his hands had no choice but to fend for themselves, blindly roaming her body. But Lingling's breasts were such an obvious target; he quickly found them, soft and elastic, and removed the bra, rudely pulling at her nipples. Lingling writhed and convulsed, her seductive moans incessant.

Xiaobo swallowed the wetness from her vulva, but soon Lingling's buttocks were overflowing again. Xiaobo specifically targeted her sensitive spots, licking them. She wriggled uncontrollably, and Xiaobo had to hold her tightly to prevent her from escaping, leaving himself completely drenched in a mess. Lingling felt increasingly aroused. Xiaobo's tongue brought her unprecedented pleasure. She knew this would cause an uncontrollable physiological reaction, especially with her shameful, incessant flow of vaginal fluid. Even if she told Xiaobo she was a proper lady, he wouldn't believe her. But the waves of wonderful sensations washing over her, along with her uncontrollable moans, urged her to climb to even higher levels of excitement.

Xiaobo focused solely on servicing his junior. His tongue teased Lingling's clitoris until it was red and swollen. Judging from the frequency of her spasms, he guessed that Lingling was close to climax. He roused himself and rapidly moved his tongue, rubbing against her. Sure enough, Lingling's moans grew louder, her back arched and thrust, her beautiful hair scattered on the carpet, her hands tightly holding Xiaobo's head, anticipating the final moment.

"I...I feel so bad...it feels so good...ah...Xiaobo...ah...ah...I...I feel strange...oh...oh...I...I think I'm sick...ah...I need...I need...I need to pee...it's so urgent...quick...quick, let me get up...ah...ah...it's too late...ah...I peed...ah...I'm going to die...ah...ah..." Lingling suddenly gushed a pool of hot, sticky water from her vagina. Xiaobo opened his mouth and ate what he could, letting the rest spill onto his chin, some even dripping onto the carpet and cushion. "Oh...God...ah...no more...bo...stop...stop...bo...stop...I don't want to anymore..."

She pleaded with Xiaobo to stop, and hearing her pitiful pleas, he actually stopped, crawled down to lie beside her, and watched her satisfied expression. Lingling turned her face away, refusing to let him see, but Xiaobo pulled her face back and looked at her carefully. Lingling rolled over and hugged him. Xiaobo played with her hair and asked, "Is it comfortable?" "I don't know!" Lingling refused to answer. "Then... you'll know if we do it again later." "No way!" Lingling still pressed her face against his chest.

"Haven't you done this before?" Xiaobo found her awkward reaction a little strange. Lingling shook her head. Xiaobo asked again, "How many boyfriends have you had?" "None of your business..." Lingling raised her head, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at him with a half-smile. "I'm your senior, so I should care about you," Xiaobo said. "I have two now." Lingling held up her index and middle fingers. "Wow..." Xiaobo said, "Two... how close are they?" "Just ordinary friends." Lingling pouted, looking indifferent.

Xiaobo grasped one of her bare buttocks in each hand and said, "Just ordinary friends like us?" "Don't flatter yourself, what kind of friend are you?" Lingling laughed, "You're my enemy." "What enemy?" "The enemy who stole my two first kisses," she said quietly. Xiaobo remained silent. Two first kisses? That's really bad. Lingling continued, "What? Feeling guilty? Okay... I like you, okay? Senior brother?" Xiaobo wanted to kiss her, but she suddenly sat up and said, "I have to study." Xiaobo said, "Study... then... what should I do?" "What do you mean, what should I do?" Lingling picked up the books from the carpet. "This..." Xiaobo pointed to his erect crotch. "Don't ask me!" she said coldly.

Lingling looked down at her book. Hearing a sound behind her, Xiaobo didn't sit back down for a while, so she turned around to look. She saw Xiaobo sitting there naked, watching her masturbate. "You pervert..." Lingling was both angry and amused, not knowing how to curse him. Xiaobo pulled her close, dragging her into his arms as she stumbled. Xiaobo pleaded, "Good sister, help me..." "Call me sister," Lingling insisted on her status. "Good sister..." Xiaobo, ever the shrew, called her with a fawning grin. Lingling reached out her small hand and took the hard penis from Xiaobo's hand, saying, "It's so hot!"

She had seen this penis at Yiru's house a few months ago, but since they had only met once and weren't familiar with each other, she was very polite to it. She held the shaft and slowly and gently moved it up and down. Xiaobo took the opportunity to kiss her cheek, then sweetly kissed her, his hand encircling her back, reaching under her other armpit to her breast, but only gently supporting it, not daring to make any improper moves.

After playing with his penis for a while, Lingling leaned over and let Xiaobo feel the glans being enveloped by a warm, wet ring of flesh. She was sucking it. Although Lingling wasn't very skilled, Xiaobo felt incredibly good. This time, he lay down softly, and Lingling knelt beside him, one hand still stroking his penis, the other caressing his thigh. Xiaobo felt a chill run down his spine from Lingling's touch, and his penis became even harder and larger.

Lingling's mouth was full, and she felt she couldn't breathe, so she spat out the glans and vigorously stroked it dozens of times with her hand before opening her mouth again. When she couldn't breathe, she switched to her hand, repeating this several times. Xiaobo felt the accumulated pleasure intensifying, and his breathing became erratic. Lingling seemed confident in his reaction, holding onto his glans tightly while her hands moved rapidly across his penis. Sometimes, she would even use one hand to tease and play with Xiaobo's scrotum. Xiaobo couldn't resist her caresses; his breathing became increasingly rapid, and then he let out a soft "hmm" as he climaxed.

Semen spurted from his urethra. Although Lingling was prepared, she still couldn't escape in time, and the hot semen splashed onto her lips, upper lip, eyelids, and even her hair. She neither swallowed nor wiped it away, but simply rested her head on his leg, her hands still holding his penis and slowly stroking it. Xiaobo was now beginning to soften weakly, and she squeezed out the last drop or two of semen. "Good sister, that felt so good," he sincerely praised. Lingling climbed on top of him, and Xiaobo cupped her head and kissed her, but her face was covered in his semen, which made her feel a little awkward.

"Lingling," Xiaobo said, "Don't go home tonight..."

"Who wants to go home? I was planning to sleep here anyway!" Lingling said, "So I'll kill you first, to prevent you from raping your junior in the middle of the night."

"Such a petty mind..." Xiaobo said, "Too bad I'm Superman, I'll still be a living dragon in a minute."

"Okay." Lingling said with a silly smile, "At worst I won't have to study, I can lick my first love all night, okay?"

Xiaobo then remembered that he had an exam tomorrow, and with a bitter face, he found his books and complained, "Damn it, I haven't even studied yet, I really am a femme fatale..."

Lingling, of course, wouldn't let it go, and pounced on him to hit him, but Xiaobo hugged her and held her in his arms. She snuggled against Xiaobo's lap, and the two of them started reading again, but Xiaobo's mind would soon wander to her again, groping and probing her delicate body, so the small room was always filled with warmth.

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