Chapter 40

Qin Yu lowered his head slightly to meet Song Zhi's gaze and asked, his eyes dark and unfamiliar. "Where do you want to go? To the infirmary or to the basketball club's locker room?"

The damp, hot roux still held the firm, cool shaft of a pen. Qin Yu had deliberately buried the pen a little too deep, so he'd have to pry it open to remove it. As soon as Song Zhi reached out, Qin Yu held his hand back. He didn't explain why, but simply looked at him calmly, waiting for his response. Song Zhi tried to sit up straight, but the hard shaft of the pen immediately pushed against his wet roux.

"Hmm..." The exposed white neck was now red enough to look like blood. Song Zhi couldn't help but make a sound, thinking that it was just like usual, "Let's go to the infirmary." There should be no one there now.

"good."

"Teacher, this classmate is not feeling well. Can you help take a look at him?" A tall and straight student knocked on the door. Next to him was a student who was shorter than him. He was holding his classmate's clothes and had his head buried so that his face could not be seen.

"What's wrong?" It happened that the teacher in the infirmary was about to leave for lunch, and he noticed with his sharp eyes that the classmate's face was very red.

"Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" He took the thermometer from the drawer and put on earmuffs. "Come here and take the temperature."

But the little classmate remained motionless, still tugging at the hem of the person next to him, his head lowered.

"The teacher is calling you." Qin Yu said slowly, pulling the corner of his clothes back from Song Zhi's hand, "Didn't you say you were not feeling well?"

The thing in his hand was snatched away. Song Zhi raised his head, his eyes showing confusion and helplessness, but he immediately suppressed these emotions and responded softly. "...Yeah."

"Thirty-six point five, isn't that a good temperature?" The teacher frowned as she looked at the thermometer in her hand, then checked his expression. "Nothing's wrong. If you don't have classes this afternoon, go back to the dorm and get some sleep."

Song Zhi only felt his ears burning and he couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about. He was so wet down there that he could feel the flesh inside trembling...

"That's fine. The bed inside is empty. Rest here for a while. Here's the key." The teacher took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Qin Yu.

Walking inside and turning left is a small room with a steel frame, an iron bed with a cushion, and a small window for ventilation.

Song Zhi stood at a distance, not daring to move. As he walked, the pen shaft twirled in his vagina, and the water in his roux kept pouring out. All he could do was squeeze his legs together and pretend nothing had happened. Fortunately, the clothes he wore today were large enough to cover his buttocks, and he didn't meet anyone along the way.

Qin Yu looked at him carefully for a while before he slowly asked, "Did you cum?"

"No..." Song Zhi said, his face flushed red, and his eyes were misty under his eyelashes.

Qin Yu unbuttoned his coat and spread it out on the bed. "Then sit on it and let me see."

The door was locked when he entered, and the window was only slightly opened for ventilation. In the small space, any sound was amplified. Song Zhi slowly bent down to untie his shoelaces. When he bent down, the muscles in his body caused the contraction in his xue, and the wet, hot and sensitive xue was pushed again. Song Zhi couldn't help but cry out. It was so sticky that it seemed that water could be squeezed out of it.

His pants were baggy, held up by the belt around his waist. The belt was so tight, it made his waist look noticeably defined. When he unbuckled it, his pants fell down, revealing his slender, pale legs, with noticeable water stains on the soft flesh of his thighs. Song Zhi paused for a moment, unconsciously biting his lower lip with his teeth, leaving a shallow indentation.

He sat on the bed, with his feet on the bed and his legs spread apart, revealing his pink vagina, which was plump and wet.

"Then take it out." Qin Yu said in a flat tone, as if he was not affected by him.

Song Zhi turned his face away and reached his hand down. He pried open the rouxue and was about to pull it out slowly, but the next second, someone maliciously poked the pen inside.

"Um...!" Song Zhi quickly covered his mouth with his hands and tried to close his legs.

"Use your lower body to expel it." Qin Yu held down his hand with the same expression.

"I can't...Qin Yu." Song Zhi looked embarrassed.

"Really? Never mind." He said and was about to leave.

"No, then I'll... try it." Song Zhi hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Isn't it too much of a stretch?" Qin Yu stopped and turned to look at Song Zhi calmly.

“…No.”