Her fingers glided lightly over them.
With every stroke, her nipple got flicked even faster.
Sweat—or maybe steam—dampened his body, strands of hair curling at his forehead.
"How do you know how to do this…" Yaxi gasped, breathless.
Her voice, usually cool and soft, took on a seductive edge in the throes of passion, begging to be ravaged.
Chen Ling finally let go of her nipple, circling it with his tongue before settling on licking just the areola.
"Learned it from videos," he said, as if it were obvious.
Yaxi knew plenty of guys had been scouring porn sites since grade school—she hadn't thought much of Chen Ling.
He was this good—surely he'd watched a ton before hooking up with Xu Xiaoyi, all in the name of "studying."
But then Chen Ling added, "First time was today. Last night, when I asked for your computer password—that's why."
Yaxi: …
While she was at school, he'd been watching porn. Her computer was tainted now.
She had no idea he'd been fixating on this since they got back from the fitting room.
He was a novice, but Yaxi kept pushing him, step by relentless step.
He worried that one day she'd force him into the real thing—unskilled, with a cock too big, he might end up hurting her.
So he'd thrown himself into learning with earnest dedication, and now it was time to test it out.
He kept teasing her tits with his tongue, pointedly ignoring the nipple.
The stiff red peak jutted out defiantly in the chilly air.
Chen Ling had never touched smutty novels or fantasy tales, but right then, old phrases like "creamy breasts, jade body" and "orchid breasts pressing snow plums" popped into his head—and he hated how filthy his mind had turned.
Yaxi itched all over, but her nipple was the worst of it.
She wanted him to suck it, but he deliberately lapped everywhere else, steering clear of that spot.
"Chen Ling, you're going too far."
He smacked her ass lightly. "Master, beg me."
"I won't beg."
"Beg me."
"I won't."
Yaxi fumed—his teasing left her aching, hollowed out.
Somehow, without either noticing, their roles flipped again.
Chen Ling had seized control once more.
She wouldn't back down, so she reached out to touch her own nipple.
But he caught her mid-move, her fingers slipping into his mouth instead.
He didn't hesitate—grabbing the nearly sheer black lace panties off the shelf, he bound her hands with them.
He positioned her hands tantalizingly close to her chest, just shy of reaching her tits, then sucked and licked her pinky, replaying their little fitting-room game.
Yaxi realized she was trapped—caught between a rock and a hard place.
Earlier, with her ass rubbed, slapped, and pinched, her pussy must've soaked the tampon through—she was on her period, so he couldn't touch her down there directly.
The itch inside was maddening, and after her breasts had been worked over so long, she'd peaked on her own—only to crash down now, left unbearably empty.
To top it off, he kept toying with her hands, leaving only her fingers sated while the rest of her burned.
He'd just watched a video—did he really have to master it this well?
Was this why, despite her getting to class an hour early every day and staying two hours late for self-study, she never came close to him on the rankings—because he was some kind of learning prodigy?
She refused to accept it.
She'd had to take wild, risky swings to get the upper hand over Chen Ling. No way she'd cave now.
Besides, she couldn't trust everything he said—he claimed he'd never watched porn before, so how the hell did he manage with Xu Xiaoyi…?
Thinking of Xu Xiaoyi only pissed her off more.
Her fingers slipped free of his tongue, and she pressed her open hand against his face, shoving him back.
She lunged forward with too much force, slipped, and landed with her face smack against his abs—all in one fluid, clumsy motion.
At his shirt's hem, his black pants bulged, damp with arousal.
Riding the momentum of her fall, she pressed closer, her cheek swiftly finding the head of his cock through the fabric—and gave it a quick lick.
It swelled even bigger in an instant, and he grunted, voice thick with anger: "Yaxi, don't touch there!"