0011 Blood Blade (3)
Students lined up on the campus of the Normal University.
It was the perfect time of year, and students were finishing their day's activities in twos and threes.
A storage room on the second floor of the laboratory building. Faint chirping sounds escaped from under the door.
Inside, a girl with her upper body naked, revealing her fair back, knelt on the floor, holding a huge genital and stammering.
A genital organ as thick as a baby's arm, covered with prominent veins.
Because Wanqi Fuze was so tall, Lingling had to stand on tiptoe. She swallowed him with difficulty into her small lips. With the movement, the curly hair that was scattered behind her also bounced.
His penis reached the deepest part of her throat each time, but still couldn't fully penetrate. Wanqi Fuze held her head down with his hands, then saw the person beneath him being penetrated until her eyes rolled back.
Her tongue scraped against the outside of the penis. Lingling had just experienced an intense sexual encounter, and now her little opening was blocked. She was confused and disoriented, tears still on her face, the thick penis tightly stuffed in her mouth. She looked pitiful.
Wanqi Fuze didn't want her to suffer too much, so seeing that she was about to faint, he picked her up and held her in his arms. The little thing was completely powerless, and her claws were no longer shiny. She just tugged at his shirt, which she had just torn, and breathed heavily.
He held her hand and placed it there, quickly stroking it a few times, but still showed no sign of ejaculating.
He also felt a surge of restlessness. He held her weaker body even tighter, kissing her with his lips while continuing his hand movements.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally let out a soft "hmm," and his thick, hot, white semen sprayed all over her tender belly and breasts, making both of them shudder, as if experiencing a unique spiritual connection between lovers.
But they both knew they would never be lovers.
As evening approached, the car arrived at Songhan Residence.
Lingling was still fast asleep in Wanqi Fuze's arms.
He wrapped her in his trench coat even tighter before he dared to carry her downstairs.
The fireplace was burning, making the Songhan Residence warm.
He put her in the bedroom on the second floor, covered her with a blanket, drew the curtains, and went downstairs to handle his work.
The sound of black leather shoes lightly stepping on the carpet was a familiar sound.
Each step felt like a footstep on her heart, both comforting and unsettling.
She gently turned over in her sleep.
Leather shoes have been replaced with sneakers, and expensive carpets have become hallway floors.
Everything felt so familiar.
Campus, autumn.
Wearing a pure white school uniform, Lingling carried a thick stack of English workbooks as she laboriously made her way to the office. Her pleated skirt swayed gently with her movements.
It was evening. The orange sunset veiled the sky, giving the world its last warmth of the day.
"Lingling—" English class representative Li Xiang came running from the end of the corridor, "I've come to save you!"
Lingling peeked out from behind her tall notebook with difficulty, giving the person in front of her a slightly embarrassed but sweet smile.
Li Xiang deftly took the homework from Lingling's hands. Lingling had suddenly had a stomachache while handing it to her, and the homework stacks in her arms were as high as a small mountain, becoming a hot potato. Luckily, she saw her savior Lingling, who was on her way back to the dormitory. Li Xiang exclaimed, "I'm so grateful!" and moved the "mountain" of homework into Lingling's arms before dashing off to take care of her life's most important matter.
It's the weekend.
J City No. 1 Middle School does not have evening self-study sessions on weekends. Day students go home early to rest, and students who live in the city also go home to their mothers. Some students who live far away and have difficulty going home will stay at school for the weekend. Lingling is one of them.
There were hardly any people left at the school at this time. After waving goodbye to the English class representative who had finished delivering the homework and was preparing to go home, Lingling also prepared to return to her dormitory.
The other families in the dorm were all from the city, and they've all left now. So Lingling was a little reluctant to go to the deserted dorm; it made her feel a little lonely. She kicked at small stones as she went downstairs.
The wind rustled through the poplars, making a "whoosh" sound, and golden leaves danced in the wind.
In the empty hallway, footsteps that didn't belong to her could be heard.
She first saw a pair of somewhat dirty sneakers, and then a tall boy wearing a black hoodie and dark blue jeans brushed past her.
The familiar, beautiful profile startled her. She grabbed the person abruptly and asked urgently, "Classmate, you are... Chen Yixu, right?"
P.S.: We've reached the flashback section! I'm thinking of changing my initial idea a bit. I suddenly feel that it's good to clarify the past events first, otherwise everyone will be confused.
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