That soft touch, laced with the sweet scent of alcohol, instantly torched the last shreds of Lin Feng's sanity.
Almost instinctively, he responded — tongues tangling, breaths mingling.
Her tender little tongue sent waves of pleasure through him, and the sweet, fragrant air from Yu Chang's mouth made him greedy for more.
The squelching sounds of their kiss, paired with their mingled panting, drove Lin Feng to push his tongue out, teasing Yu Chang's red lips. The sensation made her cheeks flush, a soft moan escape her nose, and soon her pink tongue was eagerly meeting his, twisting together.
The thrill of the kiss quickly overtook Yu Chang, her passion rising. Her tongue took the lead, pushing against his, inviting Lin Feng's deeper into her mouth.
He clamped down gently on her sweet tongue, sucking eagerly, his own teasing her tip, their saliva mixing as they tasted each other. Yu Chang's mind went blank — she felt like she was melting into the kiss.
Lin Feng's kiss was bold yet unpolished, making her whole body go weak; she could barely stay upright except by clinging to him.
As their kiss grew more heated, Yu Chang's hand moved faster, and Lin Feng's trembling intensified — it felt like he was about to…
Knock knock knock!
Suddenly, urgent knocking shattered the moment.
"Chang-chang, you done yet? I need to pee!"
Zhang Jing's anxious voice came through the door.
It was like a bucket of ice water dumped on Yu Chang's flaming desire.
She shivered, jolted back to reality, and yanked herself away from Lin Feng.
Crap!
She'd been so lost in kissing the hot guy she'd forgotten everything outside!
"I'm… coming!"
Yu Chang replied in a panic, wiping her swollen lips with the back of her hand, hastily tidying her messy clothes and hair.
She gave Lin Feng one last glance — still trembling, still sporting an impressively perky "little brother" — gritted her teeth, and opened the door.
"Geez, how long does it take!?"
Zhang Jing was standing outside, legs crossed, complaining in a whisper the moment she saw Yu Chang. Without waiting, she rushed in.
"Ah—!"
The second she stepped in, she saw Lin Feng with his shirt pulled up, that thing still swaying in plain view.
She was about to let out an eardrum-shattering scream when a hand shot from behind, covering her mouth.
"Shh — don't scream!" Yu Chang hissed in her ear. "He's wasted, he won't remember a thing! But if Teacher Qin finds out, we're all screwed!"
"Mmm… mmmph…" Zhang Jing's muffled protests came through the hand, her big eyes wide with panic and embarrassment.
After Yu Chang let go, she covered her face, voice tiny. "But… I really need to go! How can I with him standing there!?"
She clutched her lower belly, shifting awkwardly — clearly desperate.
"Just sit and go," Yu Chang said with a sly grin, eyes flicking between Zhang Jing and Lin Feng. "Unless… you're not curious what Lin Feng's got down there?"
"W‑who'd wanna see…?" Zhang Jing's mouth said no, but her eyes drifted unavoidably toward the object swaying with Lin Feng's movements.
"Suit yourself. I'm leaving before Teacher Qin gets suspicious." Yu Chang gave her a you're on your own look and slipped out, closing the door.
Click!
As soon as it shut, Zhang Jing locked it, and her heart nearly leapt out of her throat.
"Lin… Lin Feng, are you okay?" she asked cautiously, stepping closer.
Lin Feng was still braced against the wall in front of the toilet, tall enough that his body leaned forward, leaving a wide gap between him and the tiles.
Summoning courage, Zhang Jing sidestepped through the gap and stood in front of him.
It was the first time she'd been this close, smelling his mix of booze and sweat, taking in his tall, solid frame, and… that hardened, towering cock.
Her head spun.
Zhang Jing considered herself decent-looking, but with Xia Yubing's stunning beauty in the class, she often felt invisible.
Since the semester started, she'd secretly ogled Lin Feng sixty-nine times — and he'd never once looked her way.
Tonight was her one-in-a-million chance — she couldn't blow it!
Steeling herself, she reached for her waistband, stripping off pants and panties to her ankles, exposing her pink, alluring pussy, then slowly sat down.
Shhhh-shhhh — the sound of urine followed, and she let out a long, relieved sigh.
To pee in front of the guy she'd been crushing on… The feeling was indescribable — humiliating yet thrilling!
"Mmn…"
Groggy, Lin Feng seemed bothered by the sound, letting out an uncomfortable grunt as his hips jerked forward.
Slap!
"Ow!"
Zhang Jing instinctively covered her face — it felt like she'd been smacked with a hot iron rod.
Burning pain!
But the thought that it was Lin Feng's doing melted the pain into a strange, secret thrill.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng was in agony.
This is the how many-th girl!?
Every time, they teased him to the brink, then disappeared! Another came, almost pushed him over the edge — gone again!
Now a third!
Were they trying to torture him to death!?
He barely remembered Zhang Jing, and oddly, he couldn't hear her corrupt thoughts — maybe she really was an innocent little flower.
Forget it — can't rely on them. Time to DIY.
Propping himself with one hand, he lowered the other.
"You… you're in pain?" Zhang Jing instantly caught on.
He was basically giving her a live demonstration.
"I'm not very good at this… but I… I'll help!"
Looking at his hand, then at herself, biting her lip, she made up her mind. Slowly, she opened her mouth and took him in.
So good!
Lin Feng shuddered.
Again, that warm, wet tightness enveloped his cock.
Unlike Xu Xuanxuan's clumsiness, Wang Xuejiao's brute energy, or Yu Chang's teasing, Zhang Jing was a blank slate, all awkward caution.
She clearly had no idea what she was doing, just copying the others poorly.
But that raw inexperience carried a deadly, innocent allure.
Lin Feng felt like he was going crazy.
Like a spring pulled to its limit — one final push and he'd explode.
Zhang Jing was that final push.
Pure instinct drove her — the urge to help the guy she liked.
She felt his body tense and tremble, sensed the fierce pulse in her mouth, stroked him with one hand, speeding up and slowing down, while her lips and tongue worked. She licked the slit, sucked the head, her motions fueled by a growing desire.
Lin Feng's cock, teased by her tongue, felt tingly and excited, swelling more. She kept stroking, pushed her messy hair aside, and started from the base — licking his balls, then inch by inch up the shaft, before taking him fully again and sucking in rhythm.
The pleasure was so intense that Lin Feng thrust his hips, driving deeper into her mouth.
Overwhelmed, he shifted focus, letting his fingers drift to where Zhang Jing's panties still hung, feigning confusion as he stared at her glistening pussy. To him, it was a masterpiece — her pink folds slightly parted, like they were whispering to him, the inner lips swollen, vivid red, her excitement dripping.
His fingers traced her labia, lingering on the plump flesh, then teased the entrance.
Soon, her pussy grew hot and slick, coating his fingers in her arousal.
"Oh… so itchy… can't take it… stop…"
Hearing her, Lin Feng switched from teasing to gently thrusting his fingers inside, drawing out more of her juices, making her arch her hips so he could go deeper.
Zhang Jing, lost in the sensations, stroked Lin Feng's cock fiercely, her quiet-girl demeanor consumed by raw hunger. Her pussy gushed in rhythm with his fingers.
Shaking, she hit a small climax, then treated his cock like an ice pop, licking up and down, tongue swirling the head before sucking hard in steady motions.
The bathroom filled with steamy lust, her sweaty, panting form clinging to his thick shaft, tongue lavishing attention, drawing out clear drops from the tip.
"Mmn…"
An involuntary growl rumbled from Lin Feng's throat. His hands left the wall to grip Zhang Jing's shoulders, the other covering the back of her head, curling protectively around her as his body tensed.
A few final, fierce thrusts —
As if he'd passed from one space into another, tighter, even better.
Lin Feng's eyes were shut, lost in the sheer pleasure, mind blank except for the bliss consuming him.