My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (263)

Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 263: Teaching the Beautiful Host to Swear.

Hearing her say this herself, Liang Jun was stirred. It was as if a gluttonous insect was tempting him, a current of electricity

creeping . He roughly pushed Zhuang Molan down and went to look at her. He saw that her rosy

area was swollen and red, with oozing fluid sticking the pubic hair to it.

Women are like that; initially, before they've tasted the sweetness of intimacy, they resist. But once they've tasted

that sweetness, they'll be fully developed. Some say that the most crucial age for a woman

is 13. At this age, one must be careful. If a woman of this age is forced by a man,

she will resist intimacy for the rest of her life. However, if a woman of this age is seduced, or if

she has received ample foreplay, then it's terrible. She will fall into a morbid need; her

body will endlessly crave it.

Although Zhuang Molan wasn't a child, her first time was given to her by Liang Jun, and under the influence of drugs

, she felt no pain, only pleasure.

This is why, despite being a famous host, she was inseparable from a boy several years younger than her.

Hosts are human too, with needs, and as a public figure, she couldn't just have sex with any other

man ; Liang Jun was the only option. This also explains why Liang Jun's subconscious actions,

feeling only pleasure and playfulness as he caressed her breasts, made her so easily aroused.

When Liang Jun saw her like this, Zhuang Molan was incredibly embarrassed, her face turning bright red. She then

grabbed the blanket to cover her face, glancing at Liang Jun one last time. This action only fueled Liang Jun's

desire to tease her.

He pulled back the blanket and kissed Zhuang Molan's face. Zhuang Molan shyly closed her eyes, parting her

cherry lips to face Liang Jun; her red lips were glistening, her breath sweet as orchids. Liang Jun gently kissed her small mouth, and

Zhuang Molan let out a soft moan, her chin slightly raised.

Her lips were warm and moist, with a wonderfully fragrant scent. After a while, she wrapped her arms around Liang Jun's neck,

holding him tightly. Her head rested against his cheek, and Liang Jun could hear low, panting breaths coming from

her mouth . Soon, Zhuang Molan began to lick his lips with her fragrant tongue, deeply sucking on his mouth and making

soft, smacking sounds. Then, his lips were parted by her sweet tongue.

Zhuang Molan's tongue continued to explore Liang Jun's mouth, and Liang Jun held her neck tightly. The two of them remained

intertwined. They didn't know how much time had passed; it seemed as if the world had stopped. Liang Jun opened his eyes and saw Zhuang Molan's

beautiful eyes gazing at him. A surge of tenderness welled up within him, and he couldn't help but lean against her. Her

breasts pressed against his chest, an indescribable sensation. Liang Jun held her tightly in his arms, and the two continued

kissing, their tongues intertwining and licking each other. The woman moaned softly, her delicate body writhing,

her hands gripping the man's shoulders tightly. Liang Jun's hands couldn't resist playing with Zhuang Molan's proud breasts; the

pleasurable sensation was irresistible, he couldn't stop, he just kept squeezing and kneading them.

Liang Jun's hands then roamed along Zhuang Molan's beautiful body, kneading her lovely buttocks and

key areas. Zhuang Molan's body temperature rose again and again, she trembled violently, and cried out like a little woman

, "Ah, I can't take it." A mischievous idea popped into Liang Jun's mind. He pinched Zhuang Molan's breasts with his fingers and

asked, "What's this?" Zhuang Molan, unaware of his wicked scheme, replied, "What's this? You don't know?"

Liang Jun said, "I want you to tell me yourself." Zhuang Molan understood a little. She looked at Liang Jun warily and said, "I

won't tell you."

Liang Jun thought to himself, "Hmph, then you have no choice." He increased the pressure,

finding her clitoris with his fingers and rubbing it incessantly. Zhuang Molan cried out, "Oh, I can't take it anymore!

I can't take it anymore!" Liang Jun remained silent, inserting his fingers and shaking them. Zhuang Molan's body

trembled, twisting like a pretzel. Liang Jun felt streams of fluid flowing out, making his

hands sticky. Then he asked, "What is this?"... Zhuang Molan was embarrassed. "You won't tell me?" "Okay," Liang Jun grinned wickedly, increasing the pressure and breathing hot air into her ear. Zhuang Molan finally surrendered, whispering almost inaudibly, "It's called a ** (likely referring to a breast or nipple)." Liang

Jun said, "No." Now Zhuang Molan was confused . 　　"Then what is it called?" she asked. Liang Jun whispered in her ear, "It's called a ** (likely referring to a breast or nipple)." Zhuang Molan immediately protested, "That sounds awful! Don't say that!" Liang Jun said, "Fine, you won't tell me? I'm not afraid." So, he continued the torture, placing his large penis on Zhuang Molan's genitals and rubbing it incessantly. The sheets were soaked with fluid from her opening. Zhuang Molan was clearly at her climax; her cheeks were flushed, her whole body trembled, and she could no longer resist. Finally, in a very weak voice, she mimicked a phrase Liang Jun used, saying "milk **". Liang Jun was ecstatic. Although he had slept with the beautiful host, she had never uttered such vulgar language. As a host, she always used the most elegant words on stage. To hear such crude language from her own mouth was a perverse pleasure. 　　Liang Jun was only interested in teasing Zhuang Molan, so he wasn't satisfied with just hearing that one sentence. He then proceeded act, placing his hand on Zhuang Molan's private parts and asking wickedly, "What's this?" This time, Zhuang Molan was truly unhappy. Her face flushed red, and she shouted, "What are you doing?" She struggled to pull Liang Jun down, but how could her small, weak body have the strength to do so? The result was that her struggle inadvertently allowed Liang Jun to thrust his large member inside her. 　　Zhuang Molan let out a soft moan and froze, her body completely stiff. Her arms involuntarily wrapped around Liang Jun's neck, and her lower body began to rise, but Liang Jun didn't move. 　　Zhuang Molan waited for a while, but he didn't move. She couldn't hold back any longer and said in a cloying voice, "What are you doing ?" Liang Jun replied coldly, "Why didn't you answer my question?" 　　Zhuang Molan fell silent, silently resisting. Liang Jun didn't speak either, just waited. About ten seconds passed before he asked again, "What is it?" Zhuang Molan finally couldn't take it anymore and said in a voice barely above a whisper , "..."

Liang Jun said, "No, we common folk call that 'b'." Zhuang Molan immediately blushed and protested, "You

already know, why are you asking me?"

Liang Jun said, "I want you to say it yourself! Say it according to my instructions." Zhuang Molan remained silent,

protesting with her silence. Liang Jun said, "You won't say it? Okay," and he began to move, thrusting forward forcefully,

his large member reaching the bottom. Zhuang Molan felt like a withered seedling encountering water, immediately moaning with relief.

But, the next second, Liang Jun actually pulled it out.

Zhuang Molan was completely out of control at this moment; her whole body was in a state of excitement, and she was in a daze.

Feeling Liang Jun pull it out, she immediately cried out, "What are you doing?" Liang Jun said, "Answer my question.

" Zhuang Molan said, "I don't need you anymore." Liang Jun said, "Try it, I will torture you endlessly." As he spoke, his

hand began to rub against the base of Zhuang Molan's thigh. Zhuang Molan finally couldn't hold back any longer. She closed her eyes and screamed

, "B." Liang Jun was overjoyed. Hearing the beautiful host use such a

vulgar word with her usual flowery language gave him a rebellious thrill. So, striking while the iron was hot, he said, "Tell me, 'Brother, come and fuck me.'"

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Molan, perhaps having broken through that barrier, actually

said , "Brother, come and fuck me." Liang Jun was overjoyed. He had achieved psychological and spiritual satisfaction, so

without another word, he mounted her, found the entrance, and thrust into her body.

Perhaps it was because Liang Jun had guided her to break through that taboo,

but Zhuang Molan felt an urge to release it, so she became more unrestrained, bolder and more proactive than usual. Her body kept thrusting upwards to meet his movements,

and she kept moaning. After about three minutes of this, Liang Jun rolled over and lay down. Zhuang Molan, understanding his intention, straddled

him, assuming a horse stance. Liang Jun looked between Zhuang Molan's legs; her slightly parted labia

held a few drops of moisture, and thick, fine hairs peeked out. Zhuang Molan grasped his penis, stroking it back and forth, while

parting the hairs with one hand, spreading her wet labia. She held her breath, tightened her muscles, and welcomed his penis. Then,

following the angle of his erect penis, she sat down.

It seemed that sitting down like this allowed for a deeper penetration than other positions. When Zhuang Molan sat down, her eyes were closed,

her entire face flushed with a dazed look. Her head was tilted back, her long hair flowing backward. Liang Jun was also captivated by her,

reaching out to explore their groin. It was incredibly wet there, with many twisted, tangled muscles.

A sensation washed over him; his entire penis was tightly enveloped by warm, moist flesh, and he felt rhythmic

contractions all around him.

Zhuang Molan leaned forward and down onto Liang Jun, holding him tightly. Her head rested against his cheek, and he could

hear low, labored breaths coming from her. Soon, Zhuang Molan turned her head and kissed his lips,

sucking deeply. Liang Jun's lips were parted by Zhuang Molan's tongue, which continued to penetrate his mouth.

Liang Jun's large penis remained inside Zhuang Molan's body. Every time I exerted force, the penis was compressed from all

sides , followed by waves of pleasure reaching my brain. Eventually, my limbs gradually weakened, and all my

strength concentrated on one point. Then, a feeling of near exhaustion accompanied by relief finally erupted. An

uncontrollable surge of heat rushed out.

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