Do I have to teach you even how to please me? - koujiao (Enter at your own risk if you dislike this)
"Do I have to teach you how to please me?" - oral sex (viewer discretion advised)
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When Chongming was fourteen, he visited this heavily guarded nuclear reactor on the back mountain of Nanjing University, a place in dire need of reconstruction. This was the nuclear weapons research and development base jointly established by Yan Zhenjun, the first director of the Nuclear Research Institute and the commander of the garrison battalion, and Chongming's grandfather, Lu Yingyong.
Since the heavy water reactor was destroyed by Yan Jisheng with cement twenty years ago, Nanjing University spent nearly ten years raising funds to rebuild the reactor and transform it into an advanced experimental reactor mainly used in the medical field.
The current chief engineer is surnamed Wen. Wen Chu, a third-year student in the heavy particle laboratory, is Chief Engineer Wen's youngest daughter. Chief Engineer Wen hadn't seen Chongming in a long time and assumed he was there to oversee the experiments. Unexpectedly, after arriving, he sat in the control room, borrowed a laptop, and was editing documents using cloud computing.
"Chongming, how's Wen Chu doing in the lab?" Chief Engineer Wen found an empty seat and sat down, probing his tone, "How long will you stay with Xue Xiang?"
“Xiao Ma was tutoring Wen Chu before, but she didn’t seem interested in his topics. The teacher is still thinking of new topics for her.” Chongming doesn’t like socializing. Chief Engineer Wen was Zhong Shiqing’s junior when he studied abroad. His eldest daughter, Wen Fang, was also Zhong Shiqing’s student and Xue Xiang’s junior. Chongming and Wen Fang had crossed paths when they were young and were well aware of each other’s identities. He thought for a moment but still didn’t say much about his future plans. “As for me, it’s hard to say.”
What is difficult to say is that it cannot be said.
Chief Engineer Wen changed the subject, no longer discussing personal matters with Chongming.
After Chongming left, Lan Jian stared absentmindedly at the untouched lunchbox on his table for half the afternoon. Guan Shaoxiao came to ask her to go out for dinner, but she refused. Instead, she hitched a ride with him to Senjing.
Guan Shaoxiao had overheard Lan Jian talking about changing seats while he was making drip coffee that afternoon. She was eager to go to Senjing, definitely to coax Chongming. He was a man of boundless love, always observing other people's love affairs with indifference. In the past, Zhuang Huiting alone had broken his heart, and now there was the oblivious Meng Lan Jian as well. He couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Do you really not understand what Chongming is angry about?"
Meng Lanjian gripped the seatbelt with both hands, looking listless, and said, "He thinks I've grown too big for my britches and no longer respects his authority as my senior."
"When has Chongming ever acted like a senior in front of you?" Guan Shaoxiao glanced at Meng Lanjian with a look that said, "You're really confused." "He's used to having you jumping around around him. You suddenly moved seats and arranged for a junior who had ulterior motives to sit next to him. Shouldn't you have given him some time to prepare for your jealousy and tantrums? But you, Lao Xue tried to separate the two of you with just a few words, and you fell for it. Now Chongming has to take on another special project student!"
"What does this have to do with students taking special programs?"
"Let me ask you, after Ma Bao left, Niga couldn't speak the language and Lao Xue had to take care of him himself, so who will take care of the remaining students in the special projects?"
"Chongming, I guess!" Lan Jian muttered. "He's so capable, taking on another special topic student would be a piece of cake, right?"
"Then think about whether he's willing or not! You said he asked you this morning if you were ready for the qualification exam and didn't need his help anymore. Obviously, he wanted to give you more time to help you prepare for the exam!" Guan Shaoxiao meticulously analyzed the situation to help Lan Jian find the key point. "You and Senior Sister Hui really are inseparable and share the same thought process. If I were Chongming, I would have flipped the table long ago if I was inexplicably assigned this task and then mistaken for being pretentious!"
Meng Lanjian was finally awakened.
"Then what should I do?"
"You're already on your way to his house to coax him, and I still need to teach you?"
Guan Shaoxiao certainly wouldn't teach Meng Lanjian how to coax Chongming.
Even Meng Lanjian's mind went blank when she saw Chongming walking out of the bathroom with his hair still wet from a shower. She stepped forward to stop Chongming and stammered that she had been so jealous at the year-end banquet that she had fallen for Xue Xiang's trick.
After listening to her, Chongming walked around her and headed towards the bedroom. Lanjian followed him like a little tail, explaining in detail why she disliked Ye Ni, the nuclear medicine doctor.
She went on and on explaining, but in the end, Ye Ni was only arguing with her because of Han Li, yet she was jealous and blamed him. Chongming's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, the two dimples between his eyebrows becoming extremely deep, and his unfathomable dark eyes stared at Meng Lanjian with a calm and unperturbed gaze.
Meng Lanjian slumped under his gaze, her shoulders drooping as she looked at him innocently. "Then what do you want me to do to make you feel better?"
Chongming remained silent, wiping his wet hair with a towel. Water droplets from his hair splashed onto Lanjian's face. She grabbed his arm, her soft fingers sinking into his strong forearm. "Chongming, Chongming!"
Why are you teasing a dog like that?
Chongming, as if she were his concubine, let her sit down beside him on the bed. He was immediately angered by her bright red lips and sharp tongue. He grabbed her chin, leaned in, and stopped in front of her soft lips, speaking sharply, "Meng Lanjian, you learned C from me, I taught you how to install Linux, and I taught you how to run the Monte Carlo simulation. Do you expect me to teach you even how to please me?"
After saying that, he let go, put his hands behind his head, and lay back on the mattress.
Last Mid-Autumn Festival, at his grandmother's funeral, the two walked side by side in the woods. He remembered every word he said to her. She couldn't forget it either, and even the night of their first time together remained a lingering regret.
He then asked her in return, "Do I have to teach you how to please yourself?"
He has now changed his target and wants her to please him.
Meng Lanjian crawled over, pouting as she searched for his lips, clumsily sucking on them, begging for a response. But Chongming remained unmoved; even when she held his Adam's apple in her mouth, he merely swallowed.
Lan Jian hurriedly pulled down his pajamas and pulled out his hot, enormous member from his lower abdomen. She pitifully rubbed it for a while, making him hard, and when his huge member, still slightly damp and smelling of men's shower gel, was pointing high towards the ceiling, she looked up and saw that Chongming still had the face of a jade Buddha monk, with a layer of ascetic coldness, showing no emotion whatsoever.
She closed her eyes briefly, then, with a burst of energy, lowered her head, found the right spot, and took him into her mouth.
Chongming's body, which had been lying flat, suddenly sprang up, and the change in posture caused his hot, hard member to suddenly press against the base of Meng Lanjian's tongue.
"Cough!" Meng Lanjian was so startled that she immediately spat him out, her eyes filled with resentment. "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Chongming finally spoke, a crack appearing on his icy expression. "If you're going to do something like this, you have to see it through to the end. Giving up halfway is worse than not starting at all."
As he spoke, he began to put his pants back on, which she had pulled down halfway.
"Give up halfway?" Lan Jian was also annoyed. "Who said I was going to give up halfway?!"
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She blocked his slender, cold, hard fingers, then lowered her head and grasped his hard penis, moving it to just below her nose. She covered her teeth with her lips, opened her mouth, and swallowed.
The enormous tip pressed against her palate, and sticky saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, staining his shaft. She moved her wet tongue and tentatively licked him a few times.
The warm mouth enveloped the swollen genitals, and Chongming's mind jolted before he met Meng Lanjian's gaze.
Her timid and charming demeanor carried a hint of hidden pride.
This is Menglanjian.
Her hand reached for the pouch hanging at the bottom of his head, but Chongming grabbed it forcefully.
"I've told you countless times, don't be half-hearted." Chongming leaned down and gently pinched Lanjian's chin, forcing her lips to release the large opening in his mouth. He still looked at her coldly and distantly, as if what she was doing was the most ordinary thing in the world. "If you want to please me, then do it properly. Why are you looking at me?"
Throughout, he kept his anger well under control, but Lan Jian felt that his presence was everywhere. He had already straightened up and looked down at her from above. Even with just a slight nod, she felt the familiar oppressive feeling returning.
“Look at it.”
Chongming loosened his grip on Lanjian's hand and was about to pull it back when his wrist was firmly grasped.
Fear was revealed in Lan Jian's eyes. She never knew how to act coquettishly, but at this moment she used both hands to hold Chongming's wrist bones, covering his pulse in her palms as well. She tried to open her lips, so that the crimson petals could allow the giant dragon pressed against her mouth to penetrate deeper.
His hands were meant to feel her chin and neck, the carotid artery with blood flowing freely, the jawbone being squeezed downwards—all because of him.
She knelt before him, not to beg him to soften his heart.
She just wanted to find out where his bottom line was in tolerating her.
Chongming's thumb kept stroking Lanjian's chin, as if to soothe her, or as if to seduce her.
The spring water between Lan Jian's legs flowed gently, and she even imagined the sound of swallowing water as the sound of the stream flowing between her lower body.
It was wet and sticky.
The torment caused her to clench her legs together.
"Isn't it uncomfortable to be all wet?" Chongming guided her step by step, "Take off your underwear."
Lan Jian obediently let go, reached her hand inside the skirt, and peeled off the thin piece of underwear.
Purple lace-trimmed panties, with a dark water stain running down the middle.
Lan Jian held his underwear in one hand and was still supporting Chongming's hard object with the other, not spitting it out.
The damp underwear was presented to the aloof and stern-faced man.
Chongming grasped the damp fabric, kneading it with his fingertips before reaching down to pry open the slit in Lan Jian's chest. The shirt buttons snapped open as his hand forcefully entered, revealing a smooth, soft mound of flesh to his fingertips. Without lingering, he pinched the erect nipple—
"Um!"
Lan Jian wrapped him tightly, almost swallowing him whole.
Chongming's temples throbbed with rage from her gripping. Unable to bear it any longer, he tossed aside the underwear he was holding, placed his palm on the back of her long, flowing hair, and slowly applied pressure...
@Author: Time to go home! See you tomorrow!
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