The fire in Chen Yu erupted, and he scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. “No…” 

Feng Yiman, anticipating his intentions, scrambled to sit up and escape. He pushed her back down. “Don’t move.”

This was his first time witnessing a woman's n4kedness firsthand, and the sight sent his blood racing, a heated thrumming between his legs that parched his throat. With a few swift movements, he stripped away the rest of her clothes, leaving her completely bare beneath his gaze. Her beautiful, pale body, a blend of shy innocence and burgeoning desire, lay exposed. She tried to cover her br3asts with her hands, a gesture that only fueled his desire further. He quickly shed his own clothes.

Nak3d, the two teenagers faced each other. Feng Yiman’s eyes involuntarily fell to the impressive er3ction jutting out from between his legs, just like in the photo. Veins crisscrossed its length, the glistening tip a deep, purplish-red. She could almost taste the precum glistening there.

“Chen… Chen Yu, please don’t,” she whispered, her voice tight with nerves.

“Spread your legs. Let me see.”

She lay on the bed, covered by the sheet she’d just pulled over herself, shielding her br3asts. Her legs were clamped tightly shut. He sat beside her, cross-legged, intently studying his classmate, his deskmate. His c0ck, already hard and straining, throbbed in his hand. He’d never felt such a painful, insistent ache.

When she didn't move, he reached out and forced her legs apart. The plump, pink folds of her s3x were tightly sealed, protecting the delicate bud within. This was so much more exciting than any p0rn he’d ever seen.

Humiliation flooded Feng Yiman, and she instinctively tried to close her legs. But Chen Yu, bracing her thighs apart with his feet, commanded, "Don't move. I haven't had my fill yet!"

Nak3d from the waist down, they faced each other, the sight of her driving Chen Yu to the edge. He’d watched plenty of p0rn, but the real thing was an entirely different beast.

His slightly rough fingertips, covered with a thin layer of calluses, traced the contours of the girl's thighs before slowly exploring the soft flesh that resembled the tender insides of a clam.

"Mmm~ It's really soft, so tender and soft," he murmured, his other hand pulling away the one she had shyly placed over her br3ast to cup her pert n1pple.

"Mmm~ This is even softer, no, the outside is soft, but inside, it feels a bit hard. I can feel the little nub inside."

He had touched another girl in the same way before. Perhaps all girls' br3asts were like this. His five fingers kneaded the tender base of her br3asts before switching to pinching her n1pple between two fingers. Soon, her n1pple became hard and swollen, its color a delicate, youthful pink.

Feng Yiman's breath hitched, growing heavier and ragged. She was being touched, invaded, in a place no one had ever dared to venture. She'd had a premonition of this the moment he'd mentioned taking off her pants. Now, a burning heat spread through her, leaving her parched and flushed. A slick, warm wetness gathered between her legs.

Chen Yu chuckled. He hadn't even inserted a finger, just teased her folds, and she was already soaked. He lifted his glistening finger to her face. "You're wet."

Mortified, she sat up, drawing her knees to her chest. She pushed his hand away from her br3asts, whispering, "You said you wouldn't do anything else."

Chen Yu followed her gaze, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. "I haven't done anything. Just looking, touching. You touch me too." He released his grip on her, placing her hand on his er3ction. He could feel her resistance.

"I don't want to." 

Why would she want to touch him there?

Her coquettish, soft, protesting whine, sent a shiver down his spine. Everything about her was soft: her br3asts, the delicate folds between her legs, even the sound of her voice. It was driving him mad. He reveled in the feel of her hand, forced as it was, wrapped around his c0ck. Suddenly, he wanted to bury himself inside her.