“What are you doing now?” Feng Yiman wondered what new mischief he was up to. Her body ached, her legs clamped tightly around the hand that was still exploring beneath her.

“Showing you something good,” he said, unlocking his phone and pulling up a video. As the video played, shameful moans echoed through the earbuds: “Ahh, yes, so good…”

“I think her pvssy isn’t as pretty as yours,” Chen Yu compared, shocking Feng Yiman. They were in class, in broad daylight, watching p0rn and engaging in illicit acts under the desk. If anyone found out even one of these things, her reputation would be ruined.

His slightly calloused fingers teased and tormented her. She instinctively tried to clamp her legs shut, unable to even look at the video playing on his phone. She’d ripped the earbud out immediately. “Can we not do this? What if someone sees us?”

Chen Yu ignored her plea. “Spread your legs. Just let me touch you for a bit, just this class, and I’ll leave you alone next period.” He had other plans for her in the next class.

Knowing she couldn’t win against his persistence, she reluctantly relaxed her legs, allowing him easier access. She felt the knuckle of his finger push deep inside, rubbing against her entrance, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She caught glimpses of the video, a nak3d man and woman entangled on a bed, close-ups of their coupling making her throat tighten. 

She swallowed hard, then forced herself to look up at the teacher, maintaining a facade of attentive listening while secretly relishing Chen Yu’s touch. A true multitasker, her brain operating at full capacity.

Every deeper push of his finger made her wince and shoot him an annoyed glance.

“What? Does it hurt?” he asked, feigning innocence. He spread her legs further. “Relax, I’ll be gentle.” His fingertip brushed against the slightly raised nub hidden beneath her folds. He felt her stiffen. This was her most sensitive spot, the cl*t, just like in the video.

A gasp escaped Feng Yiman’s lips, a soft “Ah~” that she desperately tried to suppress. But the student in front of them heard. He turned around, catching their eye, and Feng Yiman panicked, clamping her legs shut and trying to pull Shen Yu’s hand away.

Chen Yu’s face darkened. He hissed at the other student, “What are you looking at? Turn around!” The student quickly obeyed. Chen Yu slipped his hand back inside.

“Chen Yu! What are you doing?!” the teacher’s booming voice startled them both, drawing the attention of the entire class. Chen Yu quickly withdrew his hand and instinctively rubbed his nose, pretending nothing was amiss. He noticed the glistening wetness on his fingers, Feng Yiman’s arovsal. He brought it to his nose; it had a faint, musky scent.

Beside him, Feng Yiman sat rigid, her face crimson. The more she avoided eye contact, the more obvious her guilt became.

“If you want to play, do it on your own time. Don’t disrupt your classmate’s studies!” the teacher scolded Chen Yu.

The incident forced them both to settle down. Feng Yiman vehemently rejected any further advances from Chen Yu. When the bell finally rang, she practically fled.

Chen Yu stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“Bathroom!”

He smirked, knowing she needed to clean herself. Leaning in, he whispered wickedly in her ear, “Your pvssy juice smells good.” She rolled her eyes and smacked him with her textbook.