Her lower lip, bitten white, held back the moans desperate to escape. She fought to remain silent, but her breath hitched in ragged gasps, each exhale drawn out and heavy.

Gripping the toilet tank, she faced away from him, her round, pale bvttocks twitching involuntarily. It was from fear. But as Zhou Ye watched, two more beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. Her reaction ignited him. Her wet, yielding entrance rhythmically pulsed around his c0ck as she writhed against him. The c0ndom glistened, their bodies still joined after their coupling.

Outside, a boy’s voice suddenly broke the silence. “My sister said some guy at school is chasing her. Damn, should I go beat him up after school?”

“Is your sister hot?”

“Hot. Super innocent-looking, soft features. Looks like a middle schooler.”

“As innocent as that girl in Class 1?”

“Nah, not quite. Not many can compare to her. But she’s from a single-parent family. Her mom died during childbirth. Even though she’s gorgeous, she’s not stuck-up like other pretty girls.”

“No wonder. I always thought she was sweet and quiet. She’s totally my type. Thinking about chasing her.”

“Forget it, dude. She has a boyfriend. The class president of Class 1. Can you compete with him? Zhou Ye’s got it going on, and do you even know his family’s background?”

Inside the stall, Zhou Ye froze, his expression startled. He pressed down on his c0ck, still buried inside her, his Adam’s apple bobbing. She hadn’t told him. About her mother dying during her birth.

He looked down at the girl, her head bowed, and gripped her bvttock, pulling his c0ck halfway out. He saw her body react, her back arching slightly, as if anticipating release. But in the next instant, he thrust back deep inside her. She turned her head slightly, as if to look at him, but before she could fully face him, he pressed her head away.

Still hard, he ground his hips against her, rocking his c0ck within her. Then, gripping her waist, he pushed her forward before yanking her back against his lower abdomen. He began to repeat the motion, ravaging her sensitive s3x immediately after her cl1max. The coarse hair at the base of his c0ck rubbed against her tender flesh. Xia Yao’s face flushed, damp with sweat and the lingering heat of her org4sm.

She bit her knuckle, stifling her moans. The feeling of his c0ck pistoning inside her sent her heart racing. He was different during s3x, a side she’d never seen before. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling.

Zhou Ye’s thrusts slowed. After a few more strokes, the aftershocks of their shared pleasure still rippling through them, he pulled out. He removed the c0ndom, knotted it, and tossed it into the toilet, flushing it away. He straightened their clothes and opened the stall door.

“Skipping lunch break to smoke and play on your phones? Should I call the principal?” The voices outside immediately ceased. The boys fell silent, especially the one who’d mentioned pursuing his girlfriend. He looked utterly embarrassed.

“Let’s go.” The area near the restrooms quickly cleared. Zhou Ye walked around, washed his hands, and returned to the stall, flicking water droplets from his fingers. He opened the door. Xia Yao sat on the closed toilet lid, twisting her fingers.

As he entered, she looked up at him, her dark eyes glistening, the corners reddened. Strands of dark hair clung to her damp skin. She looked disheveled, the aftermath of their encounter evident.

Zhou Ye tilted his head, studying her silently for a long moment. He wondered why a random boy at school knew such an intimate detail about her life, something even he, her boyfriend, hadn’t known.

“Let’s go,” he finally said.

“Okay.” Xia Yao stood, silently following him out of the men’s restroom. Her legs were still weak, the space between them sticky. He hadn’t finished inside her, but the fluids he’d churned within her now leaked out, a milky discharge. It felt almost the same. With a little pressure, she could feel it trickling out, her body expelling the remnants of their passion.

She hadn’t really registered the boys’ conversation outside. She’d been too caught up in the throes of her orgasm, and they hadn’t mentioned her name. Now, all she felt was exhaustion. She longed to return to her desk and sleep.