Feng Yiman blushed, glancing at him from under her lashes. "I'm not wearing it for you!"

Chen Yu placed his warm hand on her leg. "Sitting next to me, if not for me, then for whom?"

She quickly moved his hand, nervously checking her surroundings. Thankfully, no one had noticed. "Stop it, someone will see." She knew he wouldn't behave if she wore a skirt, but this was too blatant.

Yesterday, before she even entered her apartment complex, her sister had texted, asking her to pick up a package. Her sister had sent a skirt that was a bit too small for her, so she'd given it to Feng Yiman. It was almost as if fate had intervened. Chen Yu had just mentioned skirts, and one practically fell into her lap. So, today, she wore it.

Class began, and she focused intently on the lecture. Chen Yu, however, stealthily slid his hand under her skirt. The safety shorts she wore underneath deflated him slightly. Undeterred, he boldly declared, "Take your panties off this afternoon."

She shot him a look of disbelief and pulled his hand away. "Can you stop harassing me? I'm trying to learn."

"You learn yours, I'll touch mine. We won't interfere with each other," he reasoned, as if perfectly justified.

This clandestine classroom touching felt different, illicitly thrilling. As the biology teacher lectured enthusiastically, and the other students listened diligently, Chen Yu whispered in her ear, "Let me put my hand inside and touch you."

His words startled her. Did he even realize what he was saying? He winked. "Touch…" he murmured, "Don't you think doing this in class is exciting?"

He started to slide his hand under her waistband. She realized that if she didn't agree, he wouldn't stop. Relenting, she whispered back, "Then you sit on the outside, and I'll sit on the inside."

He practically vibrated with excitement, interpreting her agreement as permission. They switched places. A slight protrusion in the wall behind her effectively trapped her in the corner.

Chen Yu's hand slid down her abdomen, under the loose waistband of her skirt, reaching her tight, smooth mound. The thin layer of her panties did little to hide her arovsal; her breathing hitched, her fingers clenching.

"It's okay," Chen Yu reassured her. "They can't see."

He was right. The protruding wall shielded them from behind, a stack of books blocked the front, the wall was to her right, and Chen Yu to her left. They were well-concealed.

Growing bolder, Chen Yu slipped his hand inside her panties. His fingertips grazed the soft patch of hair, then moved lower, to where her thighs met.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

His voice, more hypnotic than the teacher's, compelled her to obey. Her eyes remained fixed on the front of the classroom, trying to appear normal.

With her legs parted, access was easier. His fingers quickly found her soft labia.

Hmm, already a little wet.

"You're wet before I even touch you. You're such a slvt," Chen Yu whispered with a smirk.

His fingertip rubbed against her outer lips before slipping between them, finding her even wetter within.

His l3wd teasing made Feng Yiman's scalp tingle, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Her grip on her pen tightened.

At first, she managed to keep her eyes on the blackboard, but now, completely undone, she slumped onto her desk, biting her lip. "Chen Yu, please stop," she pleaded. She was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Ignoring her, Chen Yu leaned closer, murmuring, "Let me finger you a little longer."

He wasn't finished yet.