Chen Ling's throat tightened, a voice screaming in his head: I want to fuck her pussy so bad.
If that were all, he could maybe let it slide.
But his cock was already rock-hard, pressed tight against his stomach, swollen and aching.
Veins pulsed at his temples—he was terrified he'd lose control.
He couldn't stop imagining his dick brushing her nipples, thick white cum splattering across her chest.
He hated his own perverse thoughts but couldn't rein them in, finally surrendering to the filth.
He smeared the white foam over her nipples like it was his semen, staining her.
"Do you usually wash here carefully yourself?" he asked.
Yaxi pressed her hand over his, shaking her head.
Chen Ling knew she was teasing him on purpose.
"Then I'd better clean it real good," he rasped, chuckling low as he breathed each word into her ear, "or how am I supposed to suck on it later?"
Yaxi couldn't take his dirty talk anymore.
Her favorite dream had always been him sprawled out in front of her, devouring her tits.
Maybe it was because they were close to her heart, matching a girl's hazy romantic notions—unleashing raw emotion there felt so freeing.
Or maybe it was just her kink—she wanted to yank his hair and watch his head buried in her chest; she craved his obsession with her breasts.
This was the part of her body she took the most pride in—
In a world that trampled and discarded her for not being pretty enough, she knew that once her clothes came off, these breasts, perfectly shaped to society's tastes, could bring any man to his knees.
What a pathetic, laughable standard of beauty and worth.
She deliberately swayed her hips and thrust her chest forward, shoving her tits into Chen Ling's bony, deft hands to grind against them.
With his slender index finger and thumb, he pinched her nipples.
Under the light, her pale body gleamed like porcelain, her dark red nipples the only splash of color.
They stiffened under Chen Ling's teasing twists.
"They're so hard," he said, "They're loving this."
Yaxi watched her breasts get ravaged—Chen Ling's finger circling her areola lightly, then, as her body screamed with need, he indulged her, rubbing her nipples and tugging the red tips outward.
Her hands rested on his, following his rhythm, as if she were the one making him please her.
She closed her eyes, basking in his touch.
She thought back to that wild, brazen boy at the Apple Core Bar, strumming his bass and whipping the crowd into a frenzy.
The top student by day—gentle and reserved—turned into a heavy metal rocker by night, growling with the band in a guttural roar.
Dressed in black, he melted into the flashing colored lights, metal chains swinging with every drop of sweat.
That was a side of him only Xu Xiaoyi and Lu Ziyang knew.
But she'd tailed him there, lurking in a corner, taking it all in.
Rocking out with the band, smoking, drinking, and now cursing while groping her tits—
Those fingers that danced over piano keys and swept across bass strings were now squeezing her breasts, the flesh spilling out between them, pure debauchery.
Chen Ling, the model student, huh.
Her nipples were pinched hard, and a soft moan slipped from Yaxi's lips.
"You're distracted. What's on your mind?" he asked, polite as ever, though his hands turned punishing.
He cranked the water to full blast, aiming it at her reddened, pinched breasts.
The stimulation made her nipples even harder—he rinsed the gel off her upper body while scraping one with his fingernail.
It was too much—Yaxi spun around, reaching straight for his crotch through his pants, feeling his hardness.
She pressed down, then hooked her arms around his neck, taunting, "It's not as big as Lu Ziyang's."
Chen Ling froze mid-motion, the sound of water cutting off abruptly.
He wouldn't be riled by something as base as size, but that name on her lips pissed him off.
He didn't say a word, lips pressed tight, eyes cutting like blades, hands digging into her shoulders.
The last time she'd seen Chen Ling mad was when she'd chucked a snowball at Xu Xiaoyi.
Back then, he'd just been cold.
Now, he was caging her, controlling her, his vibe so menacing it felt like he'd swallow her whole.
Yaxi was a little scared—her body quivered faintly, but she forced herself to hold steady.
This was a version of him she'd never glimpsed, not even when she'd stalked him.
He stared down at her, his gaze sharp enough to drill through her.
"You've been with Lu Ziyang," he said, voice like icy arrows.
In that split second, Yaxi felt like he was the master—and she was just a dog he'd leash and own.