I gazed at the girl's crimson pussy and the red line of blood flowing from her vagina.
Fu Qinghan was a virgin!!? The thought exploded in my mind. That meant I was the one who had taken Fu Qinghan's virginity—Wang Mu and Liu Yang hadn't touched her!
Suppressing my shock, I gently wiped away the crimson blood and fluids from the girl's opening with a wet wipe, then ordered a contraceptive pill via phone delivery.
After a while, the girl regained her senses and crawled over like a kitten, resting her head on my chest. The faint warmth of her breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine. Her left arm wrapped around half of my body as she rested, her jade-like, smooth skin pressed tightly against mine, feeling silky and boneless. Her two slender, pale legs draped over my thighs, filling me with a sense of tranquility.
"Were you a virgin?" I asked the question that had been on my mind.
"Mhm, Master, you were my first~" The kitten lifted her head, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness and reproach.
At that moment, I felt that the person in my arms was no longer a cold, distant iceberg but a living, breathing human being with flesh, blood, emotions, and feelings. It was the first and only time since I had known Fu Qinghan that I had sensed her emotions.
"Then why... did you end up here? What's your relationship with Wang Mu?" I continued to ask.
"It's a long story..." Fu Qinghan's eyes dimmed.
"It's okay, take your time. I'll listen," I said, pulling her closer into my embrace.
"You know I'm the study monitor of Class Four, right? Wang Mu is a student in Class Four. He's very smart and capable, but he often skips school. The teacher asked me to contact him, give him exam papers, and explain key points. Who knew... he turned out to be an absolute pervert! He manipulated me again and again, making me obey his commands, then forced me to take nude photos and videos, threatening to ruin my reputation if I didn't comply... Today, he even made me come here to wait for you..." Fu Qinghan shuddered at the mention of Wang Mu.
"It's okay. I only found out about all this today. I didn't know you were like this. If I had known something like this happened, I wouldn't have..." I felt a pang of regret for how roughly I had treated Fu Qinghan earlier.
"Mmm..." A softness pressed against my lips, followed by a fragrant tongue prying open my mouth, exploring and seeking intimacy with mine.
"Mmm~!" Fu Qinghan let out a soft gasp as I responded, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.
I don't know how much time passed before we finally parted, a silvery thread of saliva stretching between our separated lips.
"Master, I truly felt incredible just now, so comfortable, as if I were floating in the sky. So you don't need to blame yourself," the girl said, looking at me. So Fu Qinghan was such a good girl after all. Damn you, Wang Mu—I swear I'll crush you into the dirt. Fu Qinghan's tenderness only reignited my burning hatred for Wang Mu.
"Once I've dealt with Wang Mu, I'll come back to handle you, my mischievous little kitten!" I replied to Fu Qinghan with equal tenderness, then reached down to touch her lower body. Even if I'm going to take down Wang Mu, it'll have to wait until our little game is over. Right now, I still need to bring Fu Qinghan to climax one more time.
"Meow~ Hanhan believes in Master!" The girl gave me a light kiss. "Ah!~" The moment my fingers brushed against the entrance of her vagina, she let out a pained cry.
"It hurts... Master... That was Hanhan's first time. Please don't take me again today. If Master isn't satisfied, Hanhan can use her mouth for you." Because it was her first time, Fu Qinghan's lower body was still throbbing with pain.
"Alright, I won't take you then. Come here, Hanhan, and use your mouth for Master." My heart softened, and I couldn't bear to make the girl endure any more for my sake. I made up my mind to forfeit this round of the game and told her so.
Fu Qinghan immediately took my cock into her mouth, clumsily moving it in and out while gently licking the tip of my glans with her small tongue. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I stood up from the bed, thrusting into her mouth as if she were a fleshlight.
"Gag—" The woman beneath me let out a dry heave. I realized I had thrust too hard and too deep, hitting the back of her throat. My heart ached as I looked at the girl, but Fu Qinghan gave me a look that said, "It's fine, trust me." She was so understanding it hurt...
After half an hour of Fu Qinghan's skilled oral ministrations, I released a thick stream of white semen deep into her throat. She held the cum in her mouth, swirling it around as if dancing, before finally swallowing it with a determined "Mmm."
"Master, it was delicious! I want more next time!" Fu Qinghan opened her mouth to show me she had swallowed every last drop.
"Good girl." I pulled Fu Qinghan into my arms and began asking about her past.
Slowly, evening approached. We talked about everything from her childhood to her high school years. I learned that she had been a class monitor in elementary school, that her parents were strict about her studies, that she loved small animals like cats and dogs, that she wrote with her left hand but ate with her right, and... so much more.
After an afternoon of deep conversation, I felt I truly understood Fu Qinghan. I realized she wasn't as cold and distant as she appeared but was instead playful and lively, just like any young girl. And all of this was because of Wang Mu!
I walked Fu Qinghan to the hotel entrance and called her a private car to take her home. Then, I returned to Room 2108, picked up my phone, and dialed Wang Mu.
"I forfeit this round," I said bluntly.
"Couldn't bring yourself to touch your buddy's girlfriend? Feeling protective? Let me tell you, soft-hearted people don't end well. If you forfeit, it'll be 1–3. Are you sure you want to give up?"
"Exactly, I admit defeat. But no matter the score, the one who ultimately wins will be me. You don't need to worry about me. Let me ask you another question: do you know if Fu Qinghan is a virgin?"
"Anyway, I haven't touched her. I'm not the kind of person who lets my lower half control my brain. Liu Yang is the type who has lustful thoughts but lacks the courage to act on them. He only orders Fu Qinghan around, doing this and that—that's not something I taught him. I'm not that tasteless. By the way, I'll send the details of the next game to your phone before you go to sleep tonight. Be careful—this might be your last game." Wang Mu pretended to be concerned as he reminded me.
"Don't worry about me." I hung up the phone. After defeating Wang Mu, I'd have to find a way to delete the video in Liu Yang's possession.
As soon as I got home, I saw my mom cooking in the kitchen. She was wearing an ordinary pink nightgown and flesh-colored leggings. It had been over a month since I last saw her cook. I walked over.
"Mom, what do you think of the study committee member from Class Four?" I handed her the chopped cabbage and casually inquired.
"In the first few days after I started substituting, that little girl would raise her hand to answer questions in class. But after a while, she became very quiet—hardly answering questions or speaking after class, just sitting there quietly. Overall, she's a very quiet girl. Why do you ask?" My mom finished stir-frying and turned to me.
"Nothing, nothing. Liu Yang asked me to ask." I brushed it off and went to wait at the dining table for dinner.
After eating, I lay in bed waiting for Wang Mu's message. The current score between us was 1 to 3, meaning I couldn't afford to lose any of the next three games...
Beep, beep—Wang Mu's message arrived right on time: "How was your rest?"
"Just tell me what the next game is. No nonsense."
"Perfect. Teacher Sun just asked me for a task to play around with. The next game is to figure out what Teacher Sun's task is. If you guess correctly, you win." Wang Mu explained the game.
"Didn't we agree not to involve my mom?"
"I said I wouldn't actively involve Teacher Sun, but this time Teacher Sun came to me herself. She treats me like an emotionless task dispenser—calling on me when she needs me and tossing me aside when she doesn't..." I could hear the helplessness in Wang Mu's voice.
"...Fine." I accepted Wang Mu's explanation. In my memory, my mom was indeed a cold, strict, and domineering person.
"Then, let the game begin~"
After the game started, I quietly cracked open the door to my room. My mom sat at the dining table in the living room, playing on her phone, with nothing unusual happening.
"Mom, I finished my homework. I'm a bit tired, so I'm going to sleep first." I decided to take the initiative, giving my mom some free time to move around.
"Mm, sleep well. I'll finish reading this and go to bed soon too." My mom said she'd sleep after finishing her novel.
I closed my room door, turned off the light, and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I don't know how much time passed. Just as I was still wondering what my mom was up to, my door suddenly opened quietly. With a very faint sliding sound, my mom walked in. If I hadn't been pretending to sleep, I definitely wouldn't have heard the sound of the door opening.
I squinted through a narrow slit of my eyes, trying to make out what my mother was up to. She was still wearing the same nightgown she had on during dinner, and she walked in holding a plastic bag.
"Son, are you asleep?" My mother whispered softly into my ear.
I ignored her, turning over once, then rolling back. Seeing that I was sound asleep, she began her task.
I continued to watch through half-closed eyes as my mother took off her nightgown, folded it neatly, and placed it aside. From the plastic bag beside her, she pulled out a completely opaque, half-mask-style blindfold and put it on. Unlike a full hood, it only covered the upper half of her face and her eyes. Thanks to the blindfold, I could open my eyes halfway to see more clearly. It was only then that I noticed what she was wearing under her nightgown—it wasn't just ordinary leggings, but a full-body, crotchless, flesh-toned stockings designed like a "flesh toilet." On the thighs, chest, and waist of the stockings were densely written degrading phrases like "flesh toilet," "bitch," and "whore," along with several tally marks. The calves and forearms were left blank. No wonder I hadn't noticed earlier—it was hidden so well.
After arranging her clothes, my mother knelt down in the darkness beside my bed. From the bag, she took out a crystal-clear dildo, about 4 cm in diameter and 18 cm long, and firmly attached its suction cup base to the floor. "Mom, are you really this unsatisfied?" I thought to myself as I watched her movements.
My mother knelt before the crystal dildo, leaning forward to lick it with her tongue. Her delicate tongue slowly worked its way up from the base of the dildo until it reached the tip, where she relaxed and softened her tongue, gently brushing against the head. Then, in one swift motion, she took the entire dildo into her mouth, creating a vacuum with her lips before pulling it out, then taking it in again, repeating the process until the entire toy was slick with her saliva. Satisfied, my mother spread her legs into a standard M-shape and pressed her dripping wet pussy against the tip of the dildo, as if saliva alone wasn't enough—she needed to coat it with her own arousal as well. She teased the toy with the opening of her pussy and her labia, gently taking the tip inside but not fully engulfing it, like a lustful prostitute enticing a client's cock.
After a while, as if she could no longer bear the teasing, my mother suddenly took the entire dildo into her pussy in one swift motion. The moment it entered, her slender neck arched upward like a swan's, her mouth wide open as she struggled to suppress any sound. With her legs spread wide, she began thrusting the dildo in and out of herself, and I could see a steady stream of arousal flowing from the opening of her pussy.
"Ah~" Finally, overwhelmed by pleasure, my mother let out a soft moan. She trembled slightly, realizing she had made a sound, and quickly grabbed a piece of fabric from beside her, stuffing it into her mouth to bite down and prevent any further noise. I saw clearly—what she had shoved into her mouth was the pair of socks I had taken off before bed and left by the bedside...
With my sock stuffed in her mouth, my mother continued to move up and down on the fake cock on the floor. I simply kept my eyes open, watching her solo performance.
Suddenly, her body tensed up, and drool trickled from the corner of her mouth. I knew she was about to climax.
"Whoosh~" Mom suddenly pulled the dildo out of her pussy, and a clear stream of liquid shot out from her spasming body, splashing onto the edge of my bed. Mom had climaxed. After her orgasm, she lay sprawled on the floor beside my bed, panting heavily. After a while, having rested, she got up from the floor, removed her blindfold, and prepared to get dressed. Seeing her take off the blindfold, I quickly closed my eyes, leaving only a narrow slit.
Mom took my socks out of her mouth, glanced at me, and placed them back exactly as they were before. Then she gently picked up the dildo from the floor, put on her pink nightgown, and stood by the bed, staring at the puddle of her own fluids on the floor, unsure of what to do. Should she fetch a mop from the bathroom to clean it up? But what if her son asked why she was mopping the floor in his room in the middle of the night? After hesitating for a while, Mom knelt down again, took a pack of tissues from the plastic bag, and began wiping the floor gently. But how could a single pack of tissues clean up such a large puddle? Even after using the entire pack, there were still traces of fluid left on the floor. In the end, Mom knelt on the floor and used her tongue to clean up the remaining mess, licking the fluids off the floor... Once everything was cleaned up, she quietly closed my door, as if nothing had happened in those ten or so minutes.
"So the answer to the problem was to make my mom masturbate in front of me?" I sent Wang Mu a message after Mom left the room.
"Correct. Consider this one a bonus from me. How was it? Exciting?" Wang Mu replied with a smiling emoji.
"It's 2 to 3 now. I've won this round, and I want to change my question into a demand. You won't refuse, will you?"
"Of course, I'll fulfill your demand. What is it?"
"Delete all the photos of Fu Qinghan from your phone and make Liu Yang leave Fu Qinghan alone." I had promised Fu Qinghan earlier.
"I can agree to the first demand. I was never really interested in Fu Qinghan anyway. But as for the second one... you'll have to win against me first." Wang Mu only agreed to half of my demand.
"Fine." My main intention was just to make Wang Mu delete the photos. Once they were gone, there would be nothing left to threaten Fu Qinghan with. "When will you tell me about the next game?"
"Don't rush. Meet me at the usual place at noon on Monday." Even though I had scored another point, Wang Mu showed no sign of fear.
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