The kiss deepened, wet and passionate. Even the sound of their tongues tangling was a sticky, humid symphony that stirred something primal within them. Thorns of desire wrapped around her heart, banishing reason to a desolate wasteland.

Xia Yao could barely breathe. Her tongue met and rubbed against Zhou Ye’s repeatedly. He teased and tugged at it, occasionally biting, as if wanting to swallow her whole. 

She clung to his clothes, her body supported only by his arm around her waist. His strong arm, corded with prominent veins, held her tight. His long, bony fingers dug into her waist, squeezing so hard that her soft flesh, even through the damp warmth of her school uniform, spilled between them.

She was inexperienced, completely unaware that not every adult male kissed with such consuming passion. Either he was a practiced player, or his desire was so strong it required no instruction. Zhou Ye clearly fell into the latter category.

He felt like he was about to explode. A potent urge pulsed through his veins, demanding release. He wanted nothing more than to press against her, to shamelessly do indecent things to her. 

Before his girlfriend, he would have gone for a night run, exhausting himself before showering and sleeping. Now, even exercise was filled with thoughts of her. 

The leftover energy at bedtime could only be quelled one way, a new and unsettling ritual that chipped away at his defenses.

Why had he become like this? He should be patient and tender, caring for her. Instead, his thoughts strayed to other things: bending her into er0tic positions, penetrating her most intimate place. 

He imagined parting her legs, grinding against her, wanting to see her sweat with passion. He wanted to know her limits, the point where she’d say no, and then, when she resisted, he'd cruelly pull her back, thrusting hard. 

He pictured himself kneeling behind her, his hands kneading her bvttocks as he slammed into her, whispering, "Baby, don't run. I'll f*ck you to pieces."

These fantasies made him feel p3rverse. He wanted to be polite, to treat her better than anyone else. He would never become that person. 

Just thinking about it was enough. His girlfriend wouldn't want a boyfriend so rough in bed. Xia Yao wouldn't like a class monitor who seemed so harsh.

Lost in these dark thoughts, his kiss grew wilder, more fervent. Xia Yao’s legs weakened. Her hands pushed against his shoulders, intending to push him away, but instead, they clung to him. 

Gasping, she moaned as he kissed her against the wall. Her thighs twitched, clenching together, only to be forced apart by his knee.

She slid down, sitting on him. He bent, cradling her head, kissing her as if he would chase her to the ends of the earth. 

"Zhou Ye, stop... I can't take it anymore." 

Her eyes were red-rimmed, glazed with tears. She finally managed to speak as their lips parted.

Zhou Ye licked his lips, his dark eyes studying her. "Do you want to take a shower?"

"...You go first." 

Breathing fresh air, she recovered slightly, her tension easing, though her breath remained ragged. Noticing his gaze, she lowered her eyes, her long lashes fluttering down, her face flushed with an unspoken nervousness. 

"Don't look at me. Go."

He chuckled softly. "Okay." But he remained still, his arms still around her.

Xia Yao looked up, seeing something in his eyes, the same look from that afternoon. Realizing his intention, her mind exploded. She absolutely could not shower with him.

Her head felt like it was steaming. She pushed him away, opened the door, and shoved him inside. Then she stood there, stunned, her ears burning. She covered her mouth, her body tingling where he had kissed her.

After a moment, the sound of the shower started. Xia Yao walked to the bed, wanting to sit, but remembering her damp clothes, she remained standing.

He was quick, as boys always are. While her mind was still a jumble, he emerged, wrapped in a towel, holding his school uniform. 

His waist was lean, his eight-pack abs clearly defined. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, his athletic build formed a perfect inverted triangle.

Xia Yao’s gaze rose to his sharp jawline, his perfectly shaped lips. His collarbones were straight and deep. Even undressed, he exuded a cool aura, making her feel guilty, as if she were corrupting him.

He was still the class monitor. She couldn't do bad things in front of him.