My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (250)

Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 250: He Tasted Her with His Mouth.

Their eyes met, then parted again, an even more awkward moment than before.

At first, Liang Jun didn't know what she was up to. He only saw her searching the room and didn't pay attention. Later, Zhuang

Molan pointed to a steel pipe chair and said, "Bring that chair over here."

Without a word, Liang Jun moved the steel pipe chair over for her. Then Zhuang Molan pointed to another steel pipe chair and said

, "Bring that one over here too." Liang Jun hesitated for a moment, then did as she said.

Zhuang Molan grabbed the back of one chair with each hand, supporting herself as she stood up, and then said, "It's alright, you can

go now.

" Liang Jun didn't move. He wanted to understand what she was going to do. Zhuang Molan ignored him and used

the two steel pipe chairs as crutches, moving step by step towards the bathroom. Liang Jun understood that she needed to use

the bathroom and said, "Why are you doing this?" Ignoring Zhuang Molan's objections, he bent down and carried her to

the bathroom, placing her on the toilet.

However, Zhuang Molan stubbornly insisted that Liang Jun bring her a steel pipe chair. Liang Jun sighed and said, "

You're really stubborn." He then brought the steel pipe chair and placed one on each side of the toilet before

leaving .

Zhuang Molan grabbed the chair and struggled to stand up. Although her legs ached terribly,

she could finally stand with support. Using one hand on the chair and the other to unbuckle her belt, she pulled

her pants down, finally managing to get them off. She let out a long sigh of relief, sat on the toilet, and

relieved herself comfortably.

As she stood up, she was about to put on her clothes when a thought crossed her mind. She saw the shower. She had sweated a lot

that morning, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. Since

changing clothes was such a hassle, why not take this opportunity to shower?

Thinking this, she sat on the toilet, took off her pants and shirt, and then, holding

onto , went to take a shower. The showerhead was too small, only big enough for one steel pipe chair, so she used one of the chairs to get in.

She turned on the shower and began to bathe in the warm water, but it was inconvenient. If she wanted to wash herself while

showering , she would have to get off the steel pipe chair, which would be dangerous; she was afraid she wouldn't be able to stand steadily.

After thinking for a moment, she sat on the steel pipe chair, which was much more convenient. She was very happy and

began to wash her whole body. Then she bent over to wash her calves. This caused her to lean forward,

shifting her center of gravity. Plus, the steel pipe chair was very slippery in the water, so the whole chair slipped and fell. In

a panic screamed and then fell out of the shower. From outside, it sounded like a loud crash, quite

frightening.

Thinking something terrible had happened, Liang Jun rushed inside without a word. Once inside, he

witnessed a scene that made his blood boil: Zhuang Molan's jade-like, translucent body was fully displayed

before him. Liang Jun quickly reached her. Zhuang Molan's ankle was already aching badly, and this fall

only intensified the pain, bringing tears to her eyes. Liang Jun felt a pang of heartache and scooped her up, asking, "

Where ? Where did you fall?"

Zhuang Molan was overwhelmed with pain and shame, a mix of emotions. Now that Liang Jun had

seen her entire body, it was too late for anything else; she simply closed her eyes and remained silent.

Liang Jun carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, placing her on the bed. He found a large soap and draped it over Zhuang Molan 's

body. Zhuang Molan thought he was going to cover her up, but Liang Jun was surprisingly forceful.

He covered her body with the soap and began to scrub her, pulling her close and starting to scrub her from

the upper body —head, neck, face, shoulders—before reaching her chest.

As he scrubbed her chest, he noticed her most vibrant and tactile breasts; with each rub, they bounced and twitched. Although Liang Jun

was scrubbing through the soap, his hands repeatedly rubbed and caressed them. Suddenly, Liang Jun

reacted . His breathing quickened, his hands slowed, his eyes became hot,

and his breasts began to erect. Needless to say, this scrubbing left Zhuang Molan no time to refuse. At that moment,

she felt comfortable and stimulated. Her chest felt hungry, as if a thousand tiny mouths wanted to suckle,

like parched earth, desperately craving those hands to stay there. Every time Liang Jun wiped, it made Zhuang Molan

's blood burn. However, Liang Jun was still able to control himself. He endured it and finished wiping her chest before

pulling hard, causing Zhuang Molan to crash into his arms. Zhuang Molan thought he was going to hug her, but she found his large penis resting

on her back. Because at this moment, Liang Jun's whole body was burning up. He was struggling

to endure it , so his movements were exceptionally slow, and he used exceptionally much force. His

huge penis pressed directly against Liang Jun's chest. Liang Jun felt those firm, elastic things writhing against his chest, wishing they would

never be separated. His huge penis was already out of control, even harder now, pressing straight against Zhuang Molan.

She finally felt the hardness coming from Liang Jun's body on her stomach. Liang Jun could no longer control his physical reactions.

His hand, which had been wiping Zhuang Molan's back, stopped at some point, and the soap fell to the ground. He simply

covered it with his hand, and slowly, his hand moved towards Zhuang Molan's buttocks.

Zhuang Molan, always considered a pure and innocent woman, could no longer resist. Her body went limp, and when Liang

Jun grabbed her buttocks, she collapsed into his arms. Her head pressed against him, her eyes closed.

Liang Jun didn't need to react; his lips were already on hers. Everything happened with lightning speed

.

Their bodies, already at their breaking point, became even hotter. They no longer cared about anything else, driven only by primal instinct. Zhuang Molan was

completely naked, and Liang Jun quickly removed his clothes as well. The two embraced again, like opposites

meeting, rapidly merging, each thirstily seeking the other's body, wishing they could melt into

the other blood. Their lips eagerly kissed, their hands caressing.

Zhuang Molan had experienced that ecstatic feeling before, and now, all that familiar sensation returned.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Liang Jun felt he could no longer bear it; he pushed Zhuang Molan down onto the ground...

On the bed,

Liang Jun His eyes were immediately drawn to that area, unable to look away. It was clean,

fresh, and incredibly delicate, with only a few pubic hairs shyly concealing it.

Liang Jun , but that time, everything had happened in a semi-conscious, semi-dazed state, so he hadn't seen it clearly,

or the memory was hazy. Now, examining it closely, he felt it was exceptionally fresh and beautiful, just like her—

exquisite, fresh, and pink. A glistening moisture oozed from the center. Liang Jun felt incredibly proud;

it seemed even the beautiful host had desires.

He stared for a long time, afraid of accidentally soiling or damaging this sacred work of art. If it weren't for her

slightly furrowed brows and soft moans, which made it hard for him to control himself, he didn't know how long he would have stared.

At this moment, like lamb placed before a hungry tiger, Liang Jun could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. He bent down

and gently teased her nipples with the tip of his tongue. She was indeed very sensitive; her breasts quickly hardened, trembling like flower stamens in the wind

. He then took her entirely into his mouth, and her body began to writhe, moaning incessantly.

Liang Jun closed his eyes, using every cell in his body to perceive her. She was simply too beautiful. No woman he had ever been with

could match the firmness and suppleness of such a virgin. Holding her in his hand, he could feel the elasticity,

which was intoxicating.

Zhuang Molan began to sing like a nightingale, her body arching upwards as if to

welcome all of Liang Jun's caresses.

Each time her slender body arched upwards, it formed a bridge. When Liang Jun reached down and scooped her up

, he felt her body was so small it could be grasped in one hand. Pressed against his body, his nostrils filled with fragrance, and his mind was filled with the sound of his blood

boiling .

How could anyone tire of such a lithe body?

Her cheeks were flushed, radiating heat that made every pore on Liang Jun's body tingle.

From Liang Jun's angle, her vulva was positioned forward and high, making penetration

easier.

No wonder a virgin's mons pubis is called a "peach"; her vulva hadn't been touched yet, remaining tightly

closed , appearing only as a small, raised bump with a slit of flesh.

Liang Jun, accustomed to things covered in thick, dark hair and with curled edges, found it unappealing.

Liang Jun's body swelled violently, almost bursting, but he didn't immediately enter. He

lifted her legs and used his mouth to find her budding flower. She was already wide open; he squeezed his tongue inside,

sucking the sweet nectar, his tongue trembling as it roamed within her honeyed depths.

Zhuang Molan's cries grew louder this time, her throat uttering incoherent words. Liang Jun knew

he had tormented her enough, so he aimed his raging dragon-like member at her.

The two fell asleep, not waking until nine o'clock at night. When Liang Jun woke up, Zhuang Molan was still asleep. Heaven

knows if she was truly asleep or simply too afraid to face Liang Jun. But what he saw now was Zhuang Molan's quiet

face with a sweet smile, indicating that this time, he hadn't hurt her.

Liang Jun was going home. He put on his clothes, kissed Zhuang Molan on the cheek, and went

out . On the street, he recalled that tender yet passionate moment—she was so wet! It meant she had enjoyed

the experience.

He rarely kissed women's genitals, but for some reason, he liked kissing Zhuang Molan; perhaps it was

because of her adorable appearance.

Thinking this, he went out onto the street. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, and heard Long Qi's frantic voice

on the other end : "You bastard, where are you? Come here!"

He had just hung up the phone when Xia Yunni called. Her voice was cold: "Where are you? Come back

right now !

" Good heavens, what happened? Both women were angry. Where should he go?

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