Lin Feng stepped out of the office building, glanced back at the lit office on the third floor, and curled his lips into a playful smile.
He didn't leave right away. Instead, he leaned against the flower bed downstairs, pulled out his phone, pondered for a moment, then typed and sent a message.
Lin Feng: Professor Qin, I'm downstairs now, but my legs feel so weak. Could something be wrong with me?
…
Inside the office, Qin Wanrou sat in her executive chair, holding up the hand that moments ago had been filled with hot semen, bringing it to her nose and closing her eyes to take a deep breath.
Mmm… A teenage boy in his late teens is just so full of vigor!
A lingering flush spread across her face as she recalled, unbidden, Lin Feng's earlier appearance — at her mercy, body trembling violently, yet gritting his teeth and refusing to make a sound.
"Who would've thought… it's that big, and that sensitive…" Her red lips parted slightly as she murmured to herself, her voice carrying a trace of excitement and satisfaction only she could understand.
Qin Wanrou simply couldn't resist this kind of innocent, handsome younger boy. But because of her role as a teacher, she had to carefully conceal her true nature, suppressing the raging desires within.
Until now, her abstinence had lasted too long, and combined with postpartum circumstances, her hormones had completely spiraled out of control.
Coincidentally, Lin Feng, this perfect "prey," had handed her a handle on a silver platter. That's why she'd seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Buzz—
Her phone vibrated on the desk.
She picked it up and, upon seeing Lin Feng's naïve and helpless question, felt as if an invisible hand had clutched her heart and given it a sharp squeeze!
Legs weak?
Heh… little dummy, that's a man's most precious essence — no wonder your legs are jelly.
The thought sent her imagination into overdrive.
In the mental image, Lin Feng was tied to the office chair with her tie, hands bound behind his back, face full of panic and helplessness.
"Professor Qin… w-what are you doing!?"
And she, slowly crouching between his spread legs, lifting her flushed, enchanting face, gave him a seductive smile.
"Of course… I'm giving my good student a thorough health check!"
Then, opening her cherry lips to take his tempting cock…
Even to the end, she'd take off her panties, reveal her unusually wet pussy, and sit down on him, hands resting on his broad shoulders, looking down at his face — wanting to scream but not daring to, eventually burying his face between her breasts like a newborn puppy nursing, sucking hard on her stiff little nipple.
His handsome face engulfed by her huge mounds, fresh milk spraying from her nipples onto his body, while he could only let out adorable whimpers.
Imagining that scene sent a hot rush from her lower belly straight to her pussy, making her whole body burn and even soaking her panties.
She forcibly suppressed the wanton thoughts, fingers flying across the screen as she typed a reply that seemed normal but was actually full of teasing and testing.
Qin Wanrou: Don't you have a girlfriend? First time? And you're asking this kind of question?
Lin Feng read the reply, smirked inwardly, and kept playing the "clueless sweetheart."
Lin Feng: I don't have a girlfriend… Before… I used to do it myself, but I've never felt this comfortable being handled by a teacher… It's just that my legs felt weak going downstairs. I can run 2400 meters during fitness tests and not feel this powerless. Should I go to the hospital?
The message was packed with implications: it confirmed he was inexperienced, praised her skill, and used "going to the doctor" to highlight his naïveté.
Sure enough, reading this reply sent Qin Wanrou's desire to control and her excitement skyrocketing.
This little virgin got this comfortable from just a handjob?
And he's so silly, he thinks he's sick? Adorable!
But perfect — she could use this excuse… to develop him even more!
Immediately, she replied:
Qin Wanrou: No need for the hospital, it's a minor issue. How about this — come to my place this weekend. I share an apartment with a med school senior — she can check you out for free, no charge!
Seeing this, Lin Feng knew he'd successfully shifted the next "date" location from the uncertain office to her more private home, where it'd be far easier to "perform."
He replied with faux innocence:
Lin Feng: Alright then, thank you so much, Professor Qin!
After sending, he paused as if hesitating, then added:
Lin Feng: Professor… there's something else I don't know if I should say.
On the other side, Qin Wanrou's heart instantly tensed; her brows knitted.
Is he trying to threaten me?
Qin Wanrou: What is it?
Lin Feng: It's just… your feet are really beautiful. Right now, all I can think about is the image of your feet… Professor, am I really sick? I feel like… I might be abnormal.
Boom!
Reading that, Qin Wanrou felt an electric jolt shoot from her pussy straight to the top of her head!
She unconsciously clamped her legs together, her plush thighs in nude stockings grinding hard against the corner of the desk, rubbing her sensitive nub.
Her toes curled tightly inside her stiletto heels; the friction on her clit sent an indescribable tingling through her whole body.
He… noticed my feet!?
Could it be… he likes my feet too!?
Her heart pounded as it would leap out of her throat, and her clit rubbed even harder against the desk corner.
A pure, innocent little wolf cub, a perfect body with astonishing size, and now… they shared the same secret fetish!
Where could you find such a perfect "pet"!?
At that moment, Qin Wanrou was completely lost. Grinding her clit against the desk corner, she reached a small climax, soaking her panties to the point they couldn't hold it — drops fell to the floor.
Unable to maintain her teacher's calm, she typed with a slight tremble and urgency:
Qin Wanrou: It's normal. If you like… next time, I'll let you touch them. But remember, this is our little secret, got it!?
Lin Feng read the line — practically a written surrender — and knew he had this dominant "S-class" counselor completely under his thumb.
The cleverest hunter always appears as the prey.
He didn't reply with words, just sent a cute "nodding kitten" emoji.
Everything was understood without saying a thing.
Qin Wanrou put down her phone and let out a long breath, feeling her blood race.
Leaning back in the plush chair, she slowly lifted her plump, stocking-clad legs onto the desk, then gently freed her feet from the stilettos that had confined them all day.