Chapter 57: Lun Sang High School (9)
The year-level director's desk was mixed in with the other teachers in a shared office, but at the moment, only two teachers were present. Jiang Ting was waiting by the innermost desk, ready to "lecture" two students.
At least, that's how it appeared on the surface.
But only the three people involved knew that the lecture was merely a pretext.
Song Weiyang deliberately pressed close to Ji Ning, tilting his chin up as he asked, "What instructions does Teacher Jiang have?"
Jiang Ting's gaze slowly swept over Ji Ning's cheeks, which still bore lingering traces of afterglow, a chill radiating from his entire being.
To maintain appearances, he tapped a video open and pushed it in front of the two of them.
In the video, a tall, strapping male student had a girl cornered against a wall, the tilt of his head making it look like they were kissing. Not even the clamoring, jeering classmates could distract them.
Song Weiyang let out a laugh. "No way, Teacher. Getting a little close to talk to a classmate isn't allowed?"
Jiang Ting didn't care about the mockery in his words and said coldly, "Not allowed."
Between the two men, glances crossed like blades and words carried barbs, thick with the smell of gunpowder. The whooshing winds of their conflict swept onto Ji Ning, making her desperately wish she could turn invisible and escape their terrifying dispute.
Song Weiyang was one thing—he was only eighteen—but Jiang Ting was already twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She had no idea how he could have such a strong possessive streak.
It was just like a large feline: within its own territory, no one else was allowed to even glance at what was his.
Jiang Ting sat in his chair, watching Ji Ning and Song Weiyang standing side-by-side, their school uniforms looking like a couple's outfit. One tall and sunny, the other petite and pretty—they were so well-matched it was an eyesore.
Especially Ji Ning, whose cheeks were pink and tender like juicy peaches, and on her knees were patches of purple and green bruises. How she had been handled couldn't have been more obvious.
He didn't want to look anymore and said flatly, "Song Weiyang, go back to the classroom first."
Men understood men. Song Weiyang knew exactly what Jiang Ting was thinking.
He had also noticed that, compared to Jiang Ting and Xing Ye, the identity he'd drawn was far more convenient for him. This realization secretly delighted him.
In any case, there was another teacher still in the office. He figured that even if Jiang Ting harbored improper intentions, he wouldn't dare do much. Song Weiyang said goodbye to Ji Ning and sauntered out of the office, whistling.
With only Ji Ning left, Jiang Ting pulled a stool over for her to sit on.
Actually, his workstation was positioned with its back to the wall, and with the partition screen, once the two of them were seated, unless an outsider stood up specifically to look, no one could see from the outside what was going on inside.
Down below, Ji Ning was still wet and slick, so she only perched on the very edge of the stool.
Jiang Ting flipped open a math exercise book and spread it out in front of her, pointing to a problem. "A similar question from today. You said you knew how to do it. Show me."
Ji Ning was dumbfounded. She never expected this twist. Though she should have anticipated it; for Jiang Ting, a math teacher, the only way to see her was through "after-class tutoring."
She pulled a pen from the holder and stared at the problem, her mind suddenly at a loss. Before this, she had always believed Jiang Ting felt nothing special for her.
At least compared to Xing Ye and Song Weiyang, he had been much more indifferent toward her.
This instance didn't require teaming up, nor did it enforce sexual activity. It was an instance with a very high degree of freedom.
Yet Jiang Ting was actively drawing closer to her.
Ji Ning turned her head and looked directly into Jiang Ting's eyes.
His pupils were a very deep color, unfathomable like the still waters of an ancient well. In the past, she had felt his eyes held a cold, detached quality, but now she sensed a different feeling.
Like… moonlight. Tolerant, steady, timeless and unchanging.
Ji Ning stared for so long that everything around her blurred, only Jiang Ting's eyes remaining sharp. And they were slowly growing larger.
And then… a cold, soft sensation pressed onto her lips.
Her eyes flew wide open, her heart stopping for a beat.
Jiang Ting's lips rested against hers, but he made no next move, just quietly pressed together, slowly drawing away her warmth.
Just as the freeze-frame lasted long enough that Ji Ning began to think it was her imagination, Jiang Ting leaned his body forward and wrapped her in an embrace.
Then he began slowly brushing and rubbing against Ji Ning's lips, gently sucking and licking them.
This made Ji Ning realize Jiang Ting's inexperience, but she also detected his earnestness.
She was slightly surprised. So formidable in bed, and yet he'd never actually kissed before?
But Jiang Ting was clearly a man with extremely high natural talent. He quickly found the trick, the kiss growing passionate, even seeking out Ji Ning's fragrant tongue.
Wave after wave of comfortable warmth washed over her. Ji Ning was kissed until her body went soft, her hands pressing against Jiang Ting's chest, unconsciously stroking.
One of Jiang Ting's hands smoothed along her back, while the other reached around to the front—first cupping and stroking Ji Ning's cheek for a moment, then kneading her little earlobe, whose bright red color he had long since noticed, before gradually moving lower, slipping up under the hem of her blouse to grasp her breast.
His caress was slow yet forceful, massaging Ji Ning into a state of suspended frustration. She felt like a tiny boat adrift on the sea, helplessly bobbing along with the rolling waves.
At that moment, the teacher nearby's cellphone rang. He stood and walked out of the office to take the call, leaving Jiang Ting and Ji Ning the only two people in the vast room.
Jiang Ting swept her up with his long arms, settling Ji Ning to sit on his lap with her back against him. He lifted her blouse, unfastened the clasp of her bra, and cupped both breasts in his hands, kneading and soothing them.
"Did you do it with him just now?" Jiang Ting asked in a low voice.
He had seen the way she looked, as if she'd been taken from behind while kneeling on the ground, gotten comfortable and fucked thoroughly.
His voice sounded from behind her, pleasant, but devoid of any discernible emotion. Ji Ning shook her head in denial. "No… didn't." And indeed, they hadn't done it.
Hearing this answer, his two index fingers sought out her nipples, pressing down on them and slowly rubbing, as if in punishment, or perhaps in reward. Ji Ning was so worked up by the dull, numbing waves of pleasure that she couldn't stop panting, twisting her body in an attempt to evade.
But her squirming just meant she was grinding her bottom against Jiang Ting's cock.
So he kept one arm banded around her restless waist, using only the thumb and middle finger of the other hand to press and rub her nipples, relentlessly stimulating her, leaving her no room for any other thoughts.
"Then what happened to your knees?" Jiang Ting pressed on.
Ji Ning felt like she was being harshly interrogated. She felt both mortified and, shamefully, aroused.
The slow, drawn-out stimulation on her chest—though the pleasure wasn't intensely sharp—built up steadily, a continuous, numbing current that made her whole body swell with a warm, pleasant sensation.
Panting, she managed to explain. "It… afternoon class… not… not doing it…"
Jiang Ting had just felt the clogged knot of air in his chest begin to loosen when he felt a dampness on his thigh.
Logically, even if Ji Ning had leaked a pool through her underwear, it shouldn't have soaked him to this degree.
He propped up Ji Ning's bottom slightly and reached down to feel. It was slippery, coating his entire hand.
Jiang Ting's face instantly darkened as he abruptly remembered Class 10's schedule for the day.
Overwhelming jealousy stripped him of reason. Embracing Ji Ning, he stood up and swiftly unbuckled his belt, freeing his rigid, painfully swollen cock.
He had originally planned to endure it even if he wanted to take her again, but now, he no longer wanted to hold back.
Ji Ning suddenly missed her underwear intensely. That little thing being gone—just how much trouble was it going to land her in…
Jiang Ting's hands pressed down her waist, lining her up as she slowly sank down onto the upright, jerking shaft.
Because she had already leaked so much fluid, the entry was incredibly smooth.
The enormous, scorching-hot glans pushed forward triumphantly, pressing against her inner walls and grinding all the way to the hilt in one glide, making Ji Ning arch her body tight. She leaned against Jiang Ting, breathing deeply several times before she finally caught her breath.
The scene of the two of them stacked together in the office chair, thrusting shallowly and grinding deeply, was both veiled and deeply pornographic. The number of viewers watching this camera angle on the web livestream surged madly.
Livestream comments:
"Forbidden-love teacher uses cock to punish disobedient schoolgirl"
"LMAO, our little brother had the advantage of proximity, but the two teachers ended up getting the moon first."
"I feel like they're in a nesting doll situation. Next time Xing Ye finds out Ning-Ning was eaten by Jiang Ting, there's definitely going to be another punishment round."
"When are they all doing it together?"
"If they do it together, the three guys will probably fight over who gets to go in first."
"Fight! Fight!"
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