Chapter 58: Lun Sang High School (10)
Ji Ning cried.
Like a beached fish, her small mouth opened and closed as she breathed, tears brimming in her eyes, the tip of her nose flushed. The unbearable torment made even the base of her thighs tremble.
She finally understood. Jiang Ting had done this not to have sex with her, but to punish her more thoroughly.
Jiang Ting had made her sit on him, but he pressed down on her waist, giving her zero control.
Then, he lifted his body slightly, driving his hips with extreme control—half-entering, barely moving, slowly thrusting, softly grinding.
His searing hot cock pressed against the sensitive flesh inside Ji Ning's hole, heavy and slow, stroke by stroke, twisting until she was numb and aching with unbearable need. Surge after surge of fluid trickled down her thigh, dripping onto the carpet.
But he still didn't pound into her; with infinite patience, he gave Ji Ning a "massage."
Hearing her desperate, soft whimpers, Jiang Ting leaned close and kissed her earlobe. He whispered, "No panties. Who did you want to show?"
Of course, he knew exactly why the panties were gone. Asking so pointedly left no room for ambiguity, and no fun in it. He was simply after a sweet nothing from Ji Ning to fill the jealous, drafty hole in his chest.
As Jiang Ting spoke, he worked his hips with a clever twist, grinding in a circular motion inside Ji Ning's hole.
His cock curved up in just that way, prodding precisely against the elusive, rugged sweet spot deep in her honey pot. Ji Ning convulsed, like a mountain flood collapsing after a torrential rain, sweet nectar spilling out in an unstoppable, trickling stream.
"For… for you to see…" Tortured past all resistance, Ji Ning instinctively wanted to appease Jiang Ting, to make him let her off.
The words, murmured through her nasal tones, sounded wonderful. Jiang Ting leaned closer, lifted his hips to press tightly against Ji Ning's ass, and thrust in deep. He repeated, confirming: "For who?"
"Nngh…" A long nasal moan was fucked out of Ji Ning. She begged pitifully, "For Teacher Jiang to see… for Jiang Ting to see… Faster, okay? I… I feel awful…"
Under his palms, her skin burned alarmingly hot. She truly had reached the limit of her endurance. Jiang Ting circled an arm forward, pinched Ji Ning's chin to turn her head, and kissed her on the lips as a reward for her obedience.
Then, scooping her up by the waist, he rose to his feet with her. One hand pinned her shoulder, pressing her down onto the office desk, while the other hand gripped her round, pert bottom, accelerating his pounding rhythm.
The long-awaited stimulation swept over her, overwhelming. Ji Ning lay sprawled on the desk, her free hand grasping randomly at things nearby to relieve the extreme pleasure shooting straight to her scalp.
Jiang Ting's hand stretched over her shoulder to cover her mouth, and Ji Ning just suckled and nibbled lightly at his fingers.
Such a lewd interaction drove Jiang Ting wild with love. Even a high-quality office desk still vibrated and rattled faintly under his unrestrained thrusting.
Both were swept away by the intense stimulation, becoming more excited the longer they went. Ji Ning's juices ran down onto Jiang Ting's legs, and Jiang Ting's cock, too, grew ever more vigorous from the pleasure, reaching an unprecedented peak condition.
The point where they joined slapped faster and faster. The dense, rhythmic sound of skin against skin was erotic and urgent. Just as both were about to reach climax, two sets of fragmented footsteps sounded outside the office.
Fortunately, Jiang Ting split off a sliver of attention. Hearing the noise almost at the door, he made a snap decision, wrapped his arms around Ji Ning, and hid beneath the desk.
The space was too low. He could only half-lie on the floor. Ji Ning, completely limp, was thrown forward by inertia into Jiang Ting's embrace, her elbow knocking heavily against his lower chest.
The people outside had already pushed the door open and entered. Jiang Ting didn't make a single sound. Instead, he gently raised a hand to cover Ji Ning's mouth, so she wouldn't cry out.
Realizing someone had come in, Ji Ning's consciousness, previously muddled by lust, instantly snapped awake. Afraid of being discovered, she even deliberately slowed her breathing.
Two people had entered. The first voice to speak was a man: "How's your schoolwork lately?" It was the homeroom teacher for Class 10, Teacher Du, who taught English.
"I'm keeping up, teacher…" A timid girl replied.
Ji Ning recognized the voice as familiar. She pricked up her ears, focused her mind, and listened quietly to their conversation.
The source of the voice was that same girl who had burst into the classroom the last time she and Song Weiyang were kissing. Ji Ning had paid attention since then; her name was Zhao Jiamin, the top student in class and a specially assisted scholarship student.
From the first two lines, Teacher Du sounded kindly, and the student obedient. Ji Ning initially thought it was just a normal homeroom teacher checking on a student. But after only a few more words, Zhao Jiamin's flustered voice came through.
"Teacher, please don't…"
Teacher Du's kindly tone gradually warped: "Teacher's helped you so much. Isn't it only right that you give teacher a little something in return? Do you still want this year's subsidy?"
Then came the rustling sounds of pulling and grabbing, heavy breathing, and the girl's low, stifled sobs.
Ji Ning and Jiang Ting exchanged a look, knowing they had stumbled upon a key plot point.
This lecherous old homeroom teacher, thinking the office was empty, had actually made a move on a student!
However, the entire process didn't last long. From the sound of it, Teacher Du only groped Zhao Jiamin with his perverted hands before sending her back to the classroom and leaving himself, humming a tune.
The office returned to its empty state.
Ji Ning's tense body relaxed, and she let out a soft sigh.
Because it had happened so abruptly, Jiang Ting hadn't even had time to pull out. The two had remained joined the entire time they were hiding under the desk.
Now that the scene involved progressing the game, both had lost the mood. But Jiang Ting was reluctant to withdraw; he held Ji Ning's waist against his embrace, wanting to hold her just a moment longer before pulling out.
Ji Ning leaned close to his ear and whispered, "The Werewolf Game gave me the clue 'Death of a Camel'."
Because Jiang Ting had Self-Destructed, the Wolf Team lost the Werewolf Game, so he had no clue. Ji Ning had to provide it for him.
Jiang Ting nodded. "For a school-themed investigation, the key NPC should be a student—likely Zhao Jiamin. I'll keep a close eye on the homeroom teacher. I'll tell you if I find any clues."
Ji Ning nodded in agreement. Realizing she'd been gone a long time, she timidly poked Jiang Ting's chest and asked, "Can I go back to the classroom now?"
She was that unwilling to be with him?
Jiang Ting's expression paused. He grabbed Ji Ning's waist and ground himself against her, the motion making her small nose wrinkle with unbearable sensation.
"I'll teach you a lesson next time." He bit her lip lightly, then slowly withdrew his cock.
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