Zhao Yang watched with eyes burning with fury as Li Dafu, with his bow legs and pot belly, moved his pig-like body on top of his sister, listening to the man's vulgar words and his sister's helpless yet excited moans. Humiliation and pleasure relentlessly assaulted his heart, his breathing grew rapid, his body trembled, and his right hand frantically stroked his erect cock.
The moonlight was so bright that he could clearly see the disgusting scene of the cock entering and exiting the small hole, the bright red tender flesh being pulled out repeatedly, mixed with fluids and semen, spreading on the grass. Suddenly, he felt the filth and depravity in his heart. Why was his sister coupling with this old and ugly man in the wild if not for his tuition? Humiliation, regret, self-loathing... all these emotions intertwined, making Zhao Yang only more frantic in stroking his cock, focusing all his attention on the coupling scene ahead, as if such stimulation was the only way to make himself feel slightly better.
Zhao Ling's sudden climax, the high-frequency contractions of her flesh around Li Dafu's cock made him feel as if his member was trapped within a fiery, tender wall, constantly being rubbed and squeezed, with the glans feeling as if a small mouth was sucking forcefully. Even though it was the second time, he still felt a numbing pleasure at his waist, waves of ecstasy making him unable to hold back his semen any longer...
"Ah~~ I, fuck~~ I'm also, oh~~ coming..." With a loud roar, he thrust fiercely two or three more times, then suddenly, a stream of heat rushed into the convulsing honey pot, once, twice, three times, sending every last drop of semen into the young girl's untouched womb, while not far behind a tree, a thick, turbid stream also erupted...
Walking aimlessly, the image of the two naked figures intertwined kept flashing in his mind. It was the first time in his life he had witnessed the scene of a man and woman coupling, and one of them was his beloved sister. This stimulation left him unable to recover for a long time. After his own release, his mind cooled down, making him feel even more shameless! His heart felt as if blocked by a stone, hating his father, hating Li Dafu even more, and hating himself the most. Taking such money to go to university was not what he wanted.
After walking for who knows how long, the tears kept flowing. When I looked up, I suddenly realized I had arrived at Li Dafu's house. Anger surged from my heart, and malice arose from my guts. With a leap, I vaulted over the low wall... Suddenly, it felt as if the heavens and earth were shaking. My mind became chaotic, as if I had forgotten something important, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember. All I knew was that the tears kept falling, and my mouth tasted salty and bitter...
"Zhao Yang, Zhao Yang, wake up..." "Zhao Yang, what's wrong with you..."
As his body was shaken and the shouts in his ears continued, the images in Zhao Yang's mind shattered one after another. He opened his eyes in confusion to see rows of pale yellow desks, snow-white walls covered with various slogans, and a large blackboard... Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yang's bewildered eyes gradually focused. That's right, he had already been a student at S University for two years now. What just happened was just a dream. But how could he have fallen asleep during class? How could he have allowed himself to sleep! Collecting his thoughts, he shook off the absurdity of the dream. He didn't want others to see his vulnerable side.
Looking around, the classroom was empty except for them. All the other students had left. Glancing at the short-haired girl on his left, this was his close friend Jiang Yishan, whom he had met while working at an outside clinic! The big-headed boy on his right was Xu Qian, nicknamed 'Big Head,' his good buddy from the dormitory bunk. The other boy, with slick hair and a powdered face, was Qian Hua, who was actively pursuing Jiang Yishan and was a friend of Big Head.
"I, I fell asleep, sorry." Zhao Yang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and smiled.
"Yeah! You've never fallen asleep in class before. We were going to let you sleep a bit longer, but then you started..." Jiang Yishan looked at Zhao Yang with concern, handing him the notes she had taken. "Don't worry, I took notes for you. Here, take them."
"Not sleeping would be strange. Coming back at midnight every night and getting up at six or seven in the morning, who could stand that? Even in high school, I wasn't like that!" Big Head muttered under his breath.
"You think everyone is like you! Happily being a parasite on your family's money. A-Yang is working two jobs." Jiang Yishan shot Big Head a disdainful look.
"Yishan, how can you say that? We're still students, after all." Qian Hua, standing nearby, said discontentedly. "What's wrong with being a student? I..."
"Yishan, stop talking." Zhao Yang interrupted Jiang Yishan, "Sorry to worry you all. I just had a nightmare, it's no big deal. Let's go eat..."
As they walked down from the teaching building chatting, S University, a nationally renowned medical school, not only boasted a strong faculty but also a beautiful campus with lush greenery, a variety of fragrant flowers, and numerous large trees. Strolling through the campus, surrounded by the scent of flowers, Zhao Yang's mood gradually improved.
"Huh, what's going on? So many people here." Jiang Yishan exclaimed in surprise.
"Could it be another promotional event by some food company?" Da Tou looked around curiously.
"I'll go check it out. Why is the restaurant entrance blocked?" Qian Hua said as he walked forward.
A crowd under the restaurant wasn't unusual, but them gathering and not leaving was a problem. As they slowly approached, the whispers around them quickly reached Zhao Yang's ears.
"Damn! Such a stunning beauty, who is she? Do you know her, Lao San?" Student A asked Student B.
"Damn! You! You don't know her? She's Sun Jiajia! Haven't you seen her before?" Student B said helplessly.
"Huh! She... she's Sun Jiajia? Damn! Even prettier than in photos, my goddess. I'm going to chase her, I must win her over." Student A declared confidently.
"Huh, do you think that's possible? But I support you. Once you get her, you must introduce me to her sisters!" Student B said with a sly smile.
"Yeah, yeah, definitely! But you have to help me. After all, we're brothers!" "Yeah, yeah, definitely! One for each of us! Best if we take them all, haha..."
"Yuan Jie, look, she's really back." A young female student pointed ahead excitedly.
"What are you so happy about?" Another female student slapped the girl's hand and muttered, "This damn femme fatale is back to wreak havoc on campus again."
"Exactly! Didn't she have a serious illness?" Another female student sighed. "Why didn't she die from it! So annoying, look at those infatuated guys, their eyes are about to pop out!"
The surrounding voices, filled with jealousy, excitement, or disdain, reached Zhao Yang's ears. Following the direction the young female student had pointed, the crowd began to part, and a girl holding a lunchbox emerged from the throng.
The girl stood at a height of one meter sixty-five, dressed in a white dress and light blue canvas shoes, her attire simple without any superfluous adornments, exuding a pure and elegant charm.
Though petite in stature, she stood out strikingly. Long strands of her hair fluttered in the breeze, landing on her glossy arms, creating a contrast between black and white. Beneath her bangs was a blushing oval face, with large eyes half-open, and a tall nose bridge dotted with beads of sweat betraying her nervousness. Even with her head bowed, obscuring her full appearance, she was undoubtedly a stunning beauty...
Zhao Yang stared dumbfounded at the girl. Though he couldn't see her full face, she seemed vaguely familiar. Beside him, Da Tou's drool had reached half a foot long. Jiang Yishan glanced from the girl to Zhao Yang, her beautiful eyes revealing indescribable emotions. The girl stepped out of the crowd, seemingly relieved, her slender legs beneath the short skirt quickening their pace. Yet, with her head slightly bowed, she failed to notice the few people standing in her path.
"Ah..." "Uh..." "Wow..." A cacophony of sounds erupted simultaneously as time seemed to freeze. The girl, in her haste to leave, collided headfirst into Zhao Yang's chest, sending the lunchbox in her hands flying and spilling its contents down Zhao Yang's abdomen, with dishes and rice dribbling down.
"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Sun Jiajia looked even more flustered at the scene before her. In her panic, she reached out with her small hands to wipe the stains off Zhao Yang, her mind in such disarray that she only thought of cleaning him up. Unintentionally, her hand pressed against a man's most vulnerable spot.
It was summer, and Zhao Yang was only wearing thin capri pants. Moreover, his two pairs of underwear—one torn, the other washed and not yet dry—left him with nothing underneath. College life, who hasn't been in such a situation? But now, the problem was magnified because the area around his crotch had the most food stains, making it the focus of Sun Jiajia's frantic cleaning. The gentle touch of her soft hand there was no less direct than placing it outright—soft, tender, warm. Adding to the scene, Sun Jiajia was bent over, her round neckline loosening to reveal her delicate neck, smooth collarbones, and inside, the pink bra encasing two snowy orbs, all entering Zhao Yang's view.
Zhao Yang was a man, and at the vigorous age of nineteen, in just a few breaths' time, as he sought to stop Sun Jiajia from continuing, an unfortunate incident occurred. His little Yang Yang stood up proudly. As mentioned before, he was only wearing a pair of loose cropped pants, so when it stood up, it erected a massive tent, as obvious as could be, with a height of nearly thirty centimeters, clear enough for everyone to see, enough to make everyone turn their heads...
If that had been the end of it, Zhao Yang might have been able to accept it. But Sun Jiajia, after giving it a puzzled glance, actually took it in her hand, squeezed it a few times, then looked up at Zhao Yang with curiosity and confusion, asking, 'What is this? A phone? If it's broken, I'll buy you a new one...'