"Look at it," he said.

Zhong Cheng released his right hand, freeing Jiang Yi's chin. After a moment, as if having made a monumental decision, she slowly reached out, both hands grasping the base of his er3ction before pulling away from his mouth. She stared at it, held captive in her hands, then glanced up at Zhong Cheng. Slowly, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to tentatively lick the thick shaft, like a child savoring a lollipop.

Her tongue swept across the length of him, licking once, retracting, then extending again to trace the crown. Finally, she took him into her mouth, sucking gently.

"Mmm..." Zhong Cheng's aloof posture shifted, his expression clouding with desire. A low moan escaped his lips as he was suckled, pre-come leaking from the tip, his abdomen clenching.

Seizing the moment, Jiang Yi cupped his balls, gently kneading them while her other hand stroked the exposed length of his er3ction. Her mouth worked diligently, licking and sucking. Only one thought consumed her—make him come, quickly!

She worked tirelessly for ten minutes. Her hands ached, her jaw ached, but to her surprise, he hadn't climaxed.

How could it take so long...?

Jiang Yi faltered, her movements slowing.

Zhong Cheng, taking pity, pulled away. He bent down, meeting her eyes. "You've never done this before?" 

Jiang Yi shook her head.

He scoffed. "A natural, then. So skilled on your first try."

His gaze lingered on her reddened lips, his throat tightening. "Such a slvt," he muttered, his tone a mix of coldness and disdain.

But the very next moment, he leaned in, his lips pressing against hers. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a heated embrace. He kissed her as he pulled her up, cupping her bottom and lifting her so he could take her seat.

Jiang Yi felt his er3ction press against her, her stomach twisting with nerves. As he released her lips, she blurted out, "I...I have homework."

Unmoved, he silenced her with another kiss, his hand reaching between her legs, rubbing her through her panties. As if this wasn't enough, he slid his hand inside, his fingers closing around her sensitive flesh.

She stiffened, trying to squirm away from his touch. But any resistance only fueled his passion, his kiss becoming more forceful, more demanding. He kissed her until she was pliant, her body softening, surrendering to his will.

His hand moved lower, trailing down her thigh to her core. He pulled away, giving them both a chance to breathe. He lifted his hand, now slick with her arousal, and brought it to his nose, inhaling slowly.

Jiang Yi, still catching her breath, watched him, her mind reeling. She snatched his hand. "Don't!"

But he had already caught the scent, a unique, intoxicating aroma. He swallowed, letting her hold his hand. "Clean it," he commanded.

Jiang Yi hesitated. It wasn't enough to pleasure him; now she had to… this?

When she didn't move, he brought his hand to her mouth, pressing a finger against her lips. With a slight push, he slipped it inside. Jiang Yi realized what was happening just as her mouth closed around his finger.

The scent hit her, strong and distinct. It was the scent of her own arousal.

Her cheeks burned. She tried to push his finger out with her tongue. But then he slipped a second finger in.

"Lick," he ordered.

Seeing the look in his eyes, she didn't dare refuse. She took his hand, licking each finger just as she had his er3ction.

His fingers were long and slender. She thought of how those same fingers had just been exploring her most intimate place…

A fresh wave of wetness pulsed between her legs. She squeezed them together, forgetting that she was still straddling him. The movement pressed her against his thighs.

He felt the shift, his left hand moving to her center, instantly met with wetness. She was leaking again. Just from sucking his fingers.

His face impassive, he pulled his fingers from her mouth and swiftly tugged down her panties. He parted her thighs, his gaze fixed on the glistening wetness.

"Don't...don't look," she whispered.

He turned her around, so her back was to him. His fingers parted her folds, finding the hidden entrance. He pushed a fingertip inside.

"No...don't," she pleaded, writhing in his lap.