Ludo Play 1
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Besides the doctoral qualification exam for Meng Lanjian, there is another major event in May for the Heavy Particle Laboratory and even the entire Institute of Nuclear Physics: the annual competition of the Particle Physics Society to be held at Nanjing University at the end of the month.
Xue Xiang is the secretary-general of the society and the organizer of this competition. The Heavy Particle Laboratory mobilized its entire staff, handling everything from paperwork and logistics to competition participation—a complex and demanding task for everyone. Although the Institute of Nuclear Energy Research is united, all personnel need to be coordinated by Xue's laboratory, making the division of labor crucial.
Besides the main quest, there are many side quests to complete. These trivial matters cause the two pillars of the Chongming and Lanjian laboratories to spend almost all their time on the twelfth floor.
In mid-May, there was a week of spring break for all the universities in Nanlu, but the heavy particle lab was brightly lit. By the weekend, only Chongming and Lanjian were left, still organizing competition equipment in the storage room.
"Do these folders need to be labeled again... Ah!"
Just as Lan Jian was about to reach Chongming, a sudden power outage disrupted the orderly movements of the two people in the storage room.
"Lanjian, come over slowly." Chongming turned on his phone's flashlight. He was wearing glasses so he could see the clutter on the high shelves more clearly, and the mirrors reflected the light from the flashlight. He lured Lanjian, who was standing at the other end of the shelf, over. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Lan Jian wasn't afraid of the dark. She touched Chongming's wrist, and the two walked towards the door together.
The electric door to the storage room stopped working after the power outage, so it seems the two will have to wait for the power to be restored before they can leave.
Chongming turned on his phone and saw the announcement in the school's email: there would be a brief power outage for two hours during the evening's circuit maintenance.
We can't leave for another two hours.
In the cramped storage room, Chongming's figure appeared exceptionally tall and imposing. Lan Jian tugged at his sleeve, "Can't you sit on the floor?"
Chongming saw through her intentions. "You think it's dirty? You want to sit on my lap?"
Standing for two hours straight must be exhausting, but Lan Jian was wearing a new dress today, and she didn't want it to touch the ground. Before she could nod, Chongming pulled her hand and sat down on the floor first, pulling her down and placing her between his bent legs and lower abdomen, so that Lan Jian could sit sideways on him with her legs together.
Is this comfortable?
Lan Jian adjusted her posture, but no matter how she sat, it felt a little off.
"It has a belt buckle, and it hurts."
Chongming had no choice but to grope in the dark to undo his belt.
A "click" sound rang out in the quiet, dark storage room, sparking the imagination.
The sound, which should have been heard somewhere in the house—whether it was in the bedroom, living room, or entryway—suddenly burst forth in another familiar environment with a different function.
Both Lan Jian and Chong Ming felt a flush on their faces.
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"Ahem," Chongming cleared his throat, pulling out his belt and breaking the silence, "What are you doing?"
Lan Jian looked terrified. "No way? Here?!"
Chongming hissed at her, "Stop acting!"
Lan Jian pinched his abs indignantly, "Who got hard when I sat down?"
She just said it's uncomfortable, but it's not just the belt that's uncomfortable.
"You're wearing a short skirt today!" Chongming accused innocently. "How could I not react?"
"You got hard so quickly. Do you think it's because it's in the lab and you find it particularly exciting?"
"Meng Lanjian, don't provoke me!" Chongming didn't want to do it in the lab, even though there was no power and no one around, and the storage room had no surveillance cameras and the power switch was jammed. But Meng Lanjian's words inevitably stirred his imagination. He stroked Meng Lanjian's waist with both hands, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder, as if begging for mercy, "Let's talk outside."
His reaction was really funny.
Meng Lanjian insisted on teasing him.
A sudden inspiration struck her; she remembered another picture that Xiuyun had sent her on the night they got their marriage certificate, a picture meant to enhance their marital relationship.
"Since we're just waiting around and getting bored, how about we play a couples' board game?"
Just by listening to Lan Jian's cunning tone, I knew something was amiss.
Chongming decisively refused: "I'm not playing."
Meng Lanjian took out her phone, forwarded the picture to him, and deftly found the mini-program to start rolling the dice. "3, kiss the other person."
Chongming lifted his chin off her shoulder, immediately falling into the trap, his lips curving upwards as he eagerly awaited Lanjian's kiss.
Chongming's nearsightedness was very mild; he only became nearsighted after adulthood due to excessive screen time. He was rarely seen wearing glasses. But Lanjian really liked the way he looked with glasses—a refined and composed demeanor with a powerful aura that made people weak in the knees.
Lan Jian turned her head away from his glasses and lightly pecked his slightly dry lower lip, then pulled away.
Chongming was dissatisfied and stretched his neck to chase after her, but Lanjian turned her head away to stop him, saying, "If you want a kiss, you have to roll the dice yourself!"
Let's play.
Chongming's competitive spirit surged, and with a casual tap on the screen, the dice showed a 6. He entered the chessboard first, harboring a wicked intention: to get a 3 and directly eliminate Menglanjiankou from the water.
Things don't always go as planned.
When someone came and drank half a cup (but there was no wine), Meng Lanjian, that fearless fellow, changed the rule to kissing the other person's sensitive spots.
They've done it dozens of times, how could they not have found each other's sensitive spots?
Chongming bent down, and the hand that was pinching Meng Lanjian's waist naturally withdrew. He parted the fabric covering her waist, eased his grip, and pecked her side.
It was as light as the way she kissed his lower lip.
His breath was so hot it made her flinch, and the cold edge of his glasses touched her waist as he kissed her. She unconsciously swayed her hips, wishing she could offer herself to his mouth.
Chongming chuckled as he stood up, raising an eyebrow at Meng Lanjian. "Continue."
Meng Lanjian rolled a 6 onto the chessboard, and fate similarly brought a 2, meaning "I can choose a spot for my opponent to kiss me."
She changed "choosing a spot for the other person to suck a strawberry" to a kiss. It's the beginning, don't be too exciting.
Chongming knew that the two of them still had to go out and couldn't make too much noise, so when she playfully pressed the back of her hand to his lips, he didn't hesitate to give her a light kiss and let her off the hook.
In the blink of an eye, Chongming had reached the half-drinking station again, and this time he kissed Lan Jian's earlobe. Lan Jian nestled into his arms, her fingers tracing his shoulders, her fingertips digging into his flesh. After a while, she lifted her face to continue.
"6. Take off one piece of clothing for the other party?" Meng Lanjian saw Chongming's slightly complicated expression. He was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and trousers without a belt. She couldn't help but soften her heart. "Never mind, you just took off your belt. You pass this round."
“No need.” Chongming proudly took off his shoes himself. “If we’re going to play, let’s play for real.”
Lan Jian knew he was getting serious, and the game started to get interesting.
1. Help the other person take off a piece of clothing.
Lan Jian met Chong Ming's eyes, which, though behind his glasses, couldn't hide the smile even in the darkness. She finally realized that he had been waiting for her there. She imitated him, sitting on his lap and rubbing her shoes off. "I didn't tell you to take your shoes off earlier, but you did. To be fair, I'll take mine off this time too."
“Okay.” Chongming’s penis throbbed violently from her rubbing against him, and the veins on his forehead throbbed as well. He narrowed his eyes and gently patted her buttocks to urge her to speed up her movements.
Meng Lanjian really wanted to roll a 1 and slap Chongming's bottom three times, but fate had other plans and she rolled a 2, so she had to take off another piece of clothing.
This time it's socks.
The two seemed to have a knack for the number "1," but this time the "1" in Chongming was particularly provocative: "They put their hands inside each other's underwear and did whatever they wanted for 30 seconds."
Meng Lanjian instinctively tried to get off him, but his arm grabbed her waist and pulled her back. He forcefully lifted the hem of her short skirt, revealing safety shorts underneath. Chongming reached inside the safety shorts and pinched her labia hard through the fabric. "Why are you running?"
"Don't go in, okay?" Meng Lanjian clamped his knuckles between her inner thighs. "I just finished cleaning and didn't wash my hands. It's dirty if you put your hands in."
"Then I'll touch it from the outside."
Chongming couldn't help but look down. The dim screen light shone between her legs. Before he could even see the wetness seeping through the second layer of fabric, he could smell the sweet and sour scent of her after she had wet herself. He ran his thumb along her closed vulva and slipped it into the crevice. The fabric, which had been slightly damp at first, was now soaking wet. He silently counted the seconds, and when he touched her clitoris through her panties, he quickly stopped.
"30 seconds are up, continue."
Lan Jian finally understood how he felt when she got him hard and then he ran away. Unfortunately, the more anxious she became, the worse her luck got, and she had to rest in the next round.
Chongming, however, avoided the minefield and moved forward smoothly. "5. Lick the inside of the other person's thigh for 10 seconds. If the other person laughs, you have to drink a cup as punishment."
Chongming adjusted his glasses, glanced at Lanjian's posture, and moved her legs apart, placing them on his far knees. He still remembered her saying she didn't want her new dress to touch the ground. He lifted one of her legs, placed it on his shoulder, took off his glasses, and handed it to her. "Ready?"
"Wait, wait!" Lan Jian felt his gaze fixed intently between her legs. Even though she was covered by two layers of fabric, his action of taking off his glasses was like hitting her G-spot. She shrank back, and with the hand that didn't take his glasses, she pretended to cover her mouth. "Okay."
After saying that, Lan Jian, who was lying on his lap, covered her lips tightly.
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