The next day at noon, Wang Mu and I met again in the sports equipment room.
"What trick are you planning to use against me today?" I said, looking at Wang Mu.
"To deal with you, I don't need to resort to any cheap tricks. Since you're in such a hurry, let's start today's game." Wang Mu wore an expression of utter disdain.
Wang Mu gestured for me to sit down and said, "Then I'll announce the third game."
I returned a "go ahead" gesture.
"The third game is: sneak a photo of your mother naked and post it on the wall of the men's restroom urinal. If you don't want to take the photo yourself, I can give you a few. You can just put them up. Hahaha," Wang Mu said.
"You... I surrender. I won't use my mother as a bet or a target in any game. If all your future games involve my mother, then consider yourself the winner." My goal is to save my mother; I would never involve her in this game. Moreover, Wang Mu values "being able to play games with me" more highly—he wouldn't easily discard an opponent like me.
"Fine, fine, I promise I won't use Teacher Sun as game content anymore. I swear!" Wang Mu declared earnestly. "But the score is now 1:2, you know~"
"No problem, but I will ultimately defeat you." I didn't believe Wang Mu would be the final victor. "Go ahead, what's the next game?" I urged him to hurry.
"Since you're so eager to rush to your doom, let's quickly start the fourth game. The fourth game is: today is Friday, and tomorrow is Saturday. I've arranged for a woman in room 2108 of that adult-themed hotel—the one you've been to. The game is to make this woman climax three times." Wang Mu revealed the game's content.
"Who is the woman?" I asked Wang Mu.
"You'll find out tomorrow when you get there. The key card will be at the front desk. Tomorrow at 1 p.m. sharp—don't be late." After saying this, Wang Mu turned and walked out of the equipment room.
He wouldn't tell me who it is? Could it be Principal Yan again? After all, only Principal Yan would obey Wang Mu unconditionally. With these thoughts, I also left.
"Mom, are you going out this weekend?" I asked tentatively when I got home, needing an excuse for my plans tomorrow.
"No, I'll be staying home all day tomorrow. So, son, what do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll cook for you!" My mother spoke to me in a very gentle tone. Looking at her face, I simply couldn't connect it with the image of a promiscuous woman.
"Ah, Mom, I'm going out to play basketball with Liu Yang tomorrow afternoon. We've already made plans. I'll be back later, so could you make dinner for me?" I said awkwardly.
"Alright then~ I finally wanted to cook a meal for my son, but someone doesn't appreciate it. Sigh~" My mother actually started acting coquettishly.
"You can cook in the evening, that works too... For lunch, I'll have to trouble you to manage on your own, Mom. Your cooking is the best—I love it the most!" I did my best to flatter her.
"At least you have good taste. Fine, I'll let you go out and play tomorrow. But remember, you have to finish all your homework today if you want to go out tomorrow!" My mother granted me permission.
"Yes, sir! I'll complete the mission!" I quickly ran back to my room.
"Brat, always grinning like that," I heard my mother scolding affectionately from the living room.
I woke up early on Saturday, took a shower, and made all the necessary preparations. "Mom! I'm heading out!" I called out to my mom and left the house.
"Go on, go on. I'll make dinner for you tonight," my mom replied without even glancing at me.
I arrived at the love hotel and briefly explained my purpose to the front desk. The receptionist handed me a keycard for room 2108 from under the counter, and I headed upstairs.
Slowly, I swiped the keycard and entered the room. Room 2108 was decorated with a sensual wedding theme, with white as the dominant color throughout the suite. The room was filled with soft yellow ambient lighting, and a warm yellow ceiling light hung overhead. White gauze curtains and bed sheets enveloped a three-meter-wide circular bed in the center, surrounded by a white sheer curtain. The nightstand was stocked with various adult toys, and in the corner, a clothing rack stood empty on the left side while a red Chinese-style wedding dress hung on the right.
"The empty spot on the left must have been for a white wedding dress," I thought to myself as I lifted the sheer curtain by the bed. There, sitting with her back to me, was a woman wearing a sensual wedding dress and a white veil over her head. I walked around to face her. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her slender figure was accentuated by the dress's fitted waist design, which featured a transparent lattice pattern resembling fish scales. The upper part of her chest was adorned with an intricate lace design, while the lower half was wrapped in translucent petal-like patterns. This cleverly made her modest bust not a flaw but rather a treasure hidden beneath layers, inviting curiosity. She wore a pair of creamy white tights that hugged her legs, their sleek and glossy design highlighting her perfectly proportioned figure. Her long, slender legs were slightly bent, resting naturally by the edge of the bed. On her feet were 8cm silver strappy high heels, and her size 35 feet, clad in the creamy white tights, looked perfectly matched with the shoes.
As I moved closer, I noticed a bow tied on her veil, resembling the kind used on gift boxes. I gently tugged at it, and the entire white veil cascaded down like a waterfall, flowing along her shoulder-length hair and covering it in an instant. Slowly, her face was revealed.
"Huh?! Fu Qinghan!!!" The woman beneath the veil was actually Fu Qinghan!!!
Fu Qinghan looked up at me as if nothing were out of the ordinary, her gaze meeting mine—still as calm and unruffled as ever, like still water. She looked at me but said nothing. I quickly rushed to the bathroom, pulled out my phone, and called Wang Mu.
"What is going on? Why is Fu Qinghan in this room? Does Liu Yang know?" I demanded as soon as the call connected.
"Don't worry, she listens to me. This is a task I gave her. Only the three of us know about this—no one else does," Wang Mu replied calmly.
"What about Liu Yang?" I pressed.
"Him? He knows nothing. You didn't actually think a cool beauty like Fu Qinghan would be interested in Liu Yang, did you? That's just naive," Wang Mu's mocking voice came through the phone.
"What's wrong? Don't want to betray your good buddy? Oh, how touching, such brotherly loyalty. But have you ever considered that Fu Qinghan was never Liu Yang's to begin with?"
Wang Mu was right. I didn't want to betray Liu Yang, to stab my brother in the back by cuckolding him. But... Wang Mu's second point was also correct. Fu Qinghan was now Wang Mu's woman, a woman who had been molded into a wanton slut. That thought eased my guilt a little. I'd explain everything to Liu Yang slowly after the game was over. With that in mind, I replied to Wang Mu, "Next time, make things clear. Otherwise, no one will play this boring game with you!"
"Alright, alright. This time, have fun~"
"Hmph." I hung up the phone and walked back to the woman.
Fu Qinghan was still staring at me with those icy eyes. I met her gaze and asked, "What does he usually call you?"
"Fu Qinghan." Her tone was cold.
"And what do you call him? You know who I'm talking about," I pressed.
"I call him Wang Mu." Still icy.
Hmm? Their terms for each other were very ordinary, even distant. Before leaving, I'd have to get to the bottom of this.
"You know what you're supposed to do here today. Take your clothes off first!" I gave her the first command, looking straight into her eyes.
Fu Qinghan slowly pulled down the zipper on the back of her provocative wedding dress, letting it fall to her feet. A pair of bare, perky breasts bounced into view. Though not as large as Principal Yan's or my mother's, they were still impressively full for an average girl. Whether from excitement or nervousness, her pink nipples were already erect and flushed, like two tempting cherries begging to be tasted. After removing her dress, Fu Qinghan reached to take off her white stockings, but I grabbed her hands, stopping her. "Stockings are meant to be torn, not taken off."
I held her small, trembling hands in mine. "So she's not as calm as she appears. She's just doing her best to hold back," I thought, loosening my grip slightly. I released her hands, then slid mine under her knees and shoulders, lifting her in a princess carry onto the bed. The moment I touched her skin, I understood what "smooth as jade" truly meant. A silky, tender sensation spread gently across my fingertips, like the silk cheongsam my mother wore when I was a child—no, even that couldn't compare to the girl's skin.
I carefully laid her in the center of the bed, as if placing a delicate piece of porcelain. "Help me take off my clothes!" I gave her the second command.
Fu Qinghan knelt halfway and clumsily removed my shirt and pants, folding them neatly and setting them aside. When it came to my underwear, a flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes, but it vanished almost instantly. She slowly pulled down my boxers, and my 18cm cock sprang out, standing tall and proud. Fu Qinghan's expression shifted to one of surprise—the first change I'd seen since entering the room. I smiled faintly.
"Lie down. Today, you'll call me Master." I ordered Fu Qinghan to lie still, then took a blindfold from the bedside table and placed it over her eyes.
"Mmm... Master~" This was the second sentence the girl uttered after entering the room. Fu Qinghan's voice was as faint as a wisp of silk, barely audible, as she obediently put on the blindfold.
Once Fu Qinghan lay down, I could carefully observe her lower body. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and through the thin white pantyhose, I could see her delicate slit. The girl's pink, tender entrance was slightly parted, yet it seemed to tighten a little under my gaze. Her labia were incredibly thin, pink, and slightly moist, like a hidden path winding through the dense, layered leaves of a rainforest, leading deep into her vaginal depths. I gently stroked her labia through the sheer fabric with my hand. The moment my hand made contact, her body tensed abruptly before relaxing again.
Using the pad of my finger, I traced the outline of her labia through the pantyhose. The sensation of the fabric combined with the softness of her delicate folds was intoxicating. As my touch grew firmer, her body alternated between relaxation and tension. Unconsciously, the allure of that secret path between her thighs intensified, and I inserted my index finger, along with the pantyhose, into her entrance.
"Ah~" The girl seemed unable to hold back, letting out a soft moan before biting her lip and falling silent again. Seeing this, my hand moved to her clitoris, which had already become engorged and erect from my earlier teasing. The pink bud pressed tightly against the white pantyhose as if ready to burst through at any moment. With a gentle but firm motion through the fabric, I pinched her clitoris.
Instantly, her body stiffened, arching slightly as if on the verge of bending backward, her beautiful legs trembling uncontrollably. Yet, even then, she clenched her teeth tightly, not making a single sound. I glanced at her face—tiny beads of sweat had formed and trickled down her cheeks, while her ears and face flushed a deep crimson, like ripe Fuji apples, from embarrassment.
"Rip!" With a forceful tug, I tore the white pantyhose in half, fully exposing her glistening entrance. Fu Qinghan seemed to resign herself, releasing the tension she had held onto moments earlier. She lay sprawled on the bed, unresponsive to my touch, save for the steady drip of moisture from her entrance.
"Don't play the chaste martyr with me here. I'm going to make you scream today, you little temptress," I whispered into Fu Qinghan's ear as I leaned closer.
She grabbed my forearm tightly, squeezing with surprising force before inexplicably letting go.
I paid no mind to this small interruption and continued my work on her clitoris. I teased and toyed with the sensitive bud, occasionally pinching it suddenly with my index and middle fingers. This tiny nub was like her switch—press it, and she would tense up like a coiled spring; release it, and she would melt back into a limp, pliant form.
When the moment felt right, I inserted my fingers into her entrance, starting from just past the halfway point. I was searching for Fu Qinghan's G-spot. Since she was so intent on playing the role of the chaste martyr, I was determined to break that act. With that thought, I curled my finger upward, probing and stroking with deliberate pressure.
"Ah!! Ah...!" In an instant, the girl arched her body into a taut bow, summoning every ounce of strength to lift herself, before she could no longer contain the overwhelming pleasure. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips as she experienced her first climax.
Slowly, I withdrew my fingers, her slickness trickling down my forearm. On the bed, the girl gasped for air, her breaths heavy and ragged.
"It's starting~" I whispered to her, announcing the beginning of our intimate play, before sliding my fingers back into her already drenched and slippery entrance.
I continued to insert my finger about an inch deeper, but instead of thrusting forcefully, I gently tapped the girl's G-spot with the tip of my finger, applying slight pressure. The girl arched her back softly, her slender waist swaying subtly with each gentle movement of my finger. Before long, I could feel her vagina tightening around my finger. With every bit of pressure I applied, she clenched tighter, as if seeking more pleasure from me.
"Do you want to climax like before?" I asked Fu Qinghan.
"..." The girl remained silent, but this time her silence didn't feel cold or distant—it seemed more like she was challenging me. So even a cold, aloof girl has a stubborn side, I thought to myself as I placed my other hand on her clitoris and applied a gentle squeeze.
As my fingers lightly pinched her clitoris, her vagina suddenly tightened as if trying to suck my finger in. The arch in her back became more pronounced—a clear sign she was preparing for the climax to come.
Seeing her like this, I abruptly withdrew my right hand from her vagina and released the pressure from my left. Instantly, she collapsed onto the bed like a deflated balloon. Once she relaxed, I placed both hands back on her clitoris and G-spot... After repeating this a few times, her stubborn demeanor faded completely. She lay on the bed, breathing softly, her entrance slightly parted from the continuous stimulation, looking utterly enticing.
"Do you want to climax?" I asked her again.
"Mmm... yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Speak louder. I can't hear you."
"Yes."
"Yes, what? Say it clearly."
"I want to climax."
"How do you want to climax? Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Beg your master!"
"I want... Master to make me climax. Please, Master~~" Finally, from the lips of this icy, aloof girl, I got the answer I was waiting for—the first time since entering this room that I truly felt her desire.
I raised my 18-centimeter cock and rubbed it against her entrance, sliding the head slowly upward between her labia, using it to lubricate her clitoris.
Seeing that I wasn't inserting it right away, the girl beneath me grew impatient. "Please... Master, use your big cock to fuck me... please..."
"You've learned to apply what you know. As expected of the class monitor—your ability to learn is impressive." With that, I thrust my entire 18-centimeter cock into Fu Qinghan's tight, waiting entrance.
"Ah... it's inside... Master's cock is inside me ah~" It was as if she had shed her cold, distant persona, forgetting all shame and inhibition. Her voice, both seductive and cool, echoed through the room.
I had never seen Fu Qinghan like this before. To think that the aloof goddess from school days had transformed into a lustful, provocatively contrasting woman beneath me—this kind of stimulation was something few men could resist. Hearing her moans, I instinctively thrust harder and deeper into her, again and again. Thanks to the copious amount of fluid she had already produced, my movements were smooth, accompanied by wet, squelching sounds.
"Does it feel good when Master fucks you, little bitch?" I asked the girl.
"Ahh~ yes... Master... you're fucking me so... ah~ I'm not a bitch! Ah... feels so good~" Fu Qinghan's words were incoherent, yet she still managed to refute my statement.
I flipped Fu Qinghan over, making her arch her back and present herself to me like a bitch, shifting into a doggy-style position. I thrust my cock back inside her, and due to the new angle, I could penetrate even deeper.
"Ah!!!!" The girl let out a heart-wrenching moan.
"Smack!!" I raised my right hand and delivered a sharp slap to Fu Qinghan's ass. "I'm asking you, with your ass in the air like this while I fuck you, are you my little bitch now? Think carefully before you answer. If you get it wrong, this little bitch won't get to climax!"
"Yes... ah~... I... am~ Master's little bitch... ah!~... Please... please, Master... fuck me, make me climax... ah... ah~" The girl had already lost her senses, becoming a slave to pleasure. Thin strands of saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the pristine white sheets.
Satisfied with her answer, I increased the force of my thrusts. With each deep plunge, I buried my cock to the hilt, pressing against the deepest part of her pussy. "Squelch." "Squelch."
Suddenly, a sensation spread from the tip of my cock, as if I had pushed through something. After breaking past that barrier, the tight seal clamped down around the head, as if sucking it in and refusing to let go. "I've entered Fu Qinghan's cervix!" A shock ran through me, quickly replaced by elation as I intensified the pace of my thrusts.
At the same moment I penetrated her cervix, the girl's entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. I knew it was a sign that she was on the verge of climax.
"I'm asking you, do you like it when Master fucks you?"
"Y-yes... I do... ah... love it the most... ah~... Master."
"Do you want to be Master's little bitch forever from now on?" I was determined to take Wang Mu's woman for myself. I pinned Fu Qinghan's hands together with my left hand, using them like reins to gain better leverage, allowing me to fuck her even more forcefully.
"Yes~ I want to... always be Master's little bitch, ah... ah!!! Ah... ah~" My relentless thrusts brought the girl closer and closer to her breaking point.
"Beg Master to let you climax!" I issued the command to Fu Qinghan, slightly slowing the force and speed of my thrusts.
"Please, Master... please, Master, let your little bitch climax~ I beg you... ah~ Your little bitch wants Master... to grant me this climax... give it to me~... let your little bitch climax to her heart's content... Fu Qinghan will always be Master's bitch..." Fu Qinghan was already losing her grip on reality.
I began to quicken the pace of my thrusts again. Accompanied by Fu Qinghan's cool voice and the musical rhythm of her moans and cries, I reveled in the act of fucking her.
"Ah!"
"Ah~~!"
I ejaculated against Fu Qinghan's cervix, and at the moment of my release, the girl reached her peak climax—her second one, as I counted.
After her climax, Fu Qinghan knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised, her arms limp at her sides, her beautiful body trembling slightly.
Slowly, I withdrew my cock from the girl's pussy. A thick mixture of semen and her fluids slowly flowed out, accompanied by a thin red streak.
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