"Teacher Qin… don't… don't do this…"
Lin Feng's voice was cracking, edged with helplessness and humiliation from being teased — but his body's reaction was absolutely explosive.
That wanting-but-resisting look only made Qin Wanrou's inner dominatrix and sadistic streak go full throttle.
"Don't do what, Lin Feng?"
Qin Wanrou's breathing grew rapid, her pussy practically breathing out bubbles. Using both hands, she started exploring his rock-hard cock with nimble, curious motions.
"I just want to see if your tool actually works… After all, if the tool's no good, it can't fix my drainpipe…"
Her words dripped with double meaning, and hearing that voice made half of Lin Feng's body go numb.
His brain blanked out — all his senses focused on those soft hands gripping his cock from behind.
He could feel them measuring, feeling every inch, gentle at times, then deliberately grazing with fingernails…
Every touch sent electric shocks through him.
Most dangerous of all — her thumb rubbed against the slit at the tip.
That was the killer move.
Being toyed with from behind in such a humiliating pose by a mature, gorgeous woman gave him both thrilling excitement and a perverse, ultimate pleasure.
"Mmn… doesn't seem… too bad…"
Qin Wanrou let out a satisfied hum. She could feel Little Lin Feng getting more and more spirited, like a beast trying to break free from its cage.
But soon, her brows slightly furrowed.
The feeling in her palm was a bit dry, lacking smoothness, which dulled her fun.
She thought for a second, eyes glinting with mischief, then decisively pulled one hand back.
Then, that hand — the one that had just held Lin Feng — slipped under her own shirt, traveled downward, and thrust three fingers straight into her dripping pussy.
"Nnn…"
A muffled, heavily nasal moan escaped her throat.
That hand still carried Lin Feng's youthful, masculine scent. Now it was plunged directly into her dark swamp…
It felt like Lin Feng himself was touching her there.
The intense stimulation made her knees buckle; she nearly collapsed, sinking to the cold tiles.
When she pulled her hand out, it was glistening with translucent juices, shimmering with desire under the dim kitchen light.
Without hesitation, she shoved that slick hand back into Lin Feng's pants.
This time — everything changed.
"Sss—!"
Lin Feng sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing.
If the earlier touches were dry friction, now it was ultimate slipperiness and envelopment.
Her hand turned into a nimble water snake, soaked and slick, wrapping, coating, kneading from base to tip…
Every slide brought an indescribable, wet surge of pleasure.
What… the hell is this?
For a split second, Lin Feng's brain crashed.
It felt like heaven.
But he was also confused — where did this slick liquid come from?
The next second — he got it.
Qin Wanrou's earlier motion, that muffled moan…
Holy crap!
His counselor — the dignified, intellectual Teacher Qin — had actually used her own pussy juices as lube on him!
That realization hit like a thunderclap, frying his brain.
The excitement from knowing was a hundred times stronger than pure physical stimulation.
Lin Feng lost all control; his body began trembling violently, the motion so strong it rocked Qin Wanrou behind him.
"Hehehe…"
Seeing Lin Feng's adorably wrecked state, Qin Wanrou laughed triumphantly, her whole body shaking with mirth.
"Little guy, so sensitive?"
To her, he was like a tiny creature caught by the scruff, trembling but powerless to resist — cute to the point of itchy fingers.
She leaned in, parted her cherry lips, and gave one of his tense butt cheeks a light bite through his thin shorts.
"Ah!"
Lin Feng yelped, body jolting forward, nearly cracking his head on the cabinet wall.
The tingling numbness and slight sting on his ass, mixed with the motions of her hands behind him, created an indescribable jolt that nearly made him blow his load on the spot.
"Teacher Qin… I… I was wrong… just let me go…"
Lin Feng started fake begging, but inside, he was loving every second — this woman's surprises were exploding.
Compared to Qin Wanrou, girls like Su Qingwen or Jiang Xiaoya were mere rookies.
"Regret it now? Too late!"
Qin Wanrou's voice carried the domineering tone of a winner. She leaned in, pressing her two full, soft, white mountains tightly against Lin Feng's back.
In that instant, his whole back felt swallowed by those massive, soft breasts.
Through two thin layers of clothing, he could clearly feel their astonishing weight and shape, and the two hard nubs — now actually leaking milk, dampening a patch of fabric.
They were so full, so heavy, that when they pressed against him, Lin Feng's breath stopped for a moment.
"If you can't fix Big Sis's pipe today… You're not leaving!"
She rubbed her chest's little nubs against his back while speeding up her hand movements.
Lin Feng felt his body stretched to the limit, every muscle twitching from the extreme stimulation.
All the blood in his body turned to molten lava, surging madly toward its one core, like it would burst free at any second.
But just before that volcanic eruption —
Qin Wanrou's hands stopped.
Like a symphony at its climax, suddenly muted, every note cut off.
She remembered the last time in the office — after making him spray, he'd said his legs were jelly going downstairs.
That quick, cheap thrill wasn't what she wanted.
She wasn't finishing here.
She craved total conquest, the release of two years' worth of pent-up desire, making him taste what real pleasure meant.
The sudden pause sent Lin Feng crashing from heaven's clouds straight into desire's hell.
That built-up flood had nowhere to go, choking him, making his whole body shake from the violent physiological whiplash.
"Why'd you…" His voice cracked, thick with the feeling of being bullied.