Chapter 71: Lun Sang High School (23)
The changing room door opened and closed, letting two dangerous figures inside. The thick ambiguity in the air was instantly layered with a tension so stimulating it made one tremble all over.
"Didn't even turn on the light—how was I supposed to see your climaxing face? It was fine not to before, but not now." Jiang Ting's cold voice carried a trace of mockery, clearly aimed at Song Weiyang.
He flipped the switch with a click, walked over to Ji Ning, and tilted her chin up for a look. He'd still had a spark of anger, but seeing her eyes glistening wet and her cheeks like a ripe, juicy peach, his temper vanished instantly. His voice softened. "You naughty little kitty, running off with someone else."
Song Weiyang folded his arms and laughed, firing back: "Old man, you don't get the thrills of the young."
Xing Ye couldn't care less about the other two men's moods. He rolled up his sleeves, swept all the blankets and clothes in the changing room onto the floor, and arranged them until they were soft and comfortable, making sure his little sweetheart wouldn't be cold or poked by anything hard.
Ji Ning looked from one to the other, biting her lip, not daring to make a sound.
Jiang Ting stood before her in a black shirt with high-end tailoring that looked like a runway piece. The narrow, elongated collar only had its first button at the pectoral line, the unfastened gap faintly revealing a solid, muscular chest—so sexy it made her nose feel hot.
He actually wore the black shirt... Ji Ning felt three seconds of shame for her flaky behavior.
Ji Ning then glanced at Song Weiyang, noticing the glistening tip of his nose. Remembering the thrill from earlier, a warm current rushed through her lower belly.
She wondered if Jiang Ting and Song Weiyang were just astrologically incompatible. They started bickering the moment they met, both childish and cute.
But she couldn't take either side; trying to mediate would probably just make things worse...
"Come here."
Xing Ye's deeply magnetic voice rang out, instantly rescuing the uncertain Ji Ning.
She moved away from Jiang Ting, crouched down, and crawled into Xing Ye's arms where he sat on the floor.
The ground was padded with clothes and blankets, surprisingly comfortable. Kneeling between Xing Ye's legs, Ji Ning admired how handsome he looked tonight, a silly grin spreading across her face involuntarily.
Xing Ye was also wearing black.
An ordinary mid-neck black T-shirt on him magically exuded an aura both sexy and ascetic. It was all thanks to his face and physique, projecting an aura others couldn't hope to match.
Xing Ye cupped Ji Ning's face, his gaze caressing her smooth forehead, her smiling eyes that seemed to hide starlight, and her enchantingly rosy skin. He praised her, "You're beautiful today. How do you want to be fucked?"
Ji Ning's lower body heated up at the dirty talk delivered in Xing Ye's sexy voice. Her chest trembling, she pressed against him and said softly, "I want to be fucked hard by all of you together, fucked until I'm crying both up top and down below..."
Who could resist that?
The sweet, soft plea fell on the three men's ears like a feather brushing past, sending a tingling, numbing electric current racing through their entire bodies.
Jiang Ting and Song Weiyang both closed in around Ji Ning, stroking and kissing every part of her they could reach.
Each of them knew exactly which sensitive spots covered Ji Ning from hair strand to toe. In truth, her whole body was tender-skinned and delicate; she felt it no matter where they kissed.
With her mouth occupied by Xing Ye, they kissed her earlobes, licked her neck, breathed behind her ears, and sucked the tender flesh of her neck hollow.
The three of them teamed up, kissing Ji Ning into a dazed stupor. She didn't even know when her bra had been removed or when her panties had been peeled off.
Her upper body pressed against Xing Ye, arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him and rubbed against him. Her soft breasts ground against him, making her nipples itch and tingle with pleasure, drawing continuous, delicate moans from her.
Her legs were spread kneeling on either side of Xing Ye. Her waist and hips were lifted by Song Weiyang from behind. He continued his unfinished business from earlier, starting to lick from her bottom, his tongue even sweeping over her tender little chrysanthemum, making her shiver with a jolt. Then he took her plump, succulent petals entirely into his mouth, sucking relentlessly, his tongue probing forward to flick back and forth against her pleasure pearl.
Explosive pleasure shot straight to the top of her head, making Ji Ning's moans nearly dissolve into sobs.
And Jiang Ting... he had removed her shoes and socks. Holding her ankle, he kissed a trail all the way to her toes, obsessively taking her sensitive toes into his mouth. His soft tongue swept over them, sucking as if savoring candy.
Ji Ning was so ticklish that tears spilled from her eyes. Her whole body trembled violently several times. Her arousal flowed endlessly from her passage, winding out thickly. Inside, she felt an aching, swollen emptiness, desperately needing a hot, hard cock to thrust in, massage her, and relieve the itch.
In her dazed state, she opened her eyes and looked. Only she was completely stripped, her whole body flushed pink, held in a nearly humiliating pose as three men feasted on her.
Yet they remained fully clothed, their handsome faces as flawless as ever, devastatingly attractive.
Livestream comments:
"Top-tier lineup, top-tier arrangement, top-tier 4P."
"Ji Ning looks like a little lamb that fell into a wolf den."
"Betting one spicy strip our little brother won't get to go first."
"Adding another strip. Forget first, he won't even get second."
"Shocked my mom, Jiang Ting is actually licking a woman's feet!"
"Jiang Ting: As long as I can join the Ning-Ning-eating fleet, I can revise my bottom line."
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