"Mmm," she moaned, the friction sending shivers through her, the wetness intensifying.

His eyes darkened, his hips moving faster against her. Qin Zezhou had been right. She was a wet, little slvt, her juices coating him, dripping down his legs.

He cupped her head, turning her face towards him, his mouth covering hers.

"Mmm..."

Her whimpers were lost in the kiss. Kissed, and rubbed, she felt a growing heat, her eyes unfocused, lost in the sensation.

Their mouths were open, tongues dueling, saliva mixing, a glistening strand connecting them as they pulled apart. Hers was the first to overflow, dripping down her chin. She didn't bother to wipe it away, her mouth still open, tongue reaching for his.

His mouth was equally full, and he finally sealed her lips again, the kiss as demanding as before. His hips moved against her, driven by pure instinct.

Good! So good!

His thrusts became faster, the chair creaking beneath them, the rhythm building, punctuated by her moans and his ragged breaths. The sounds echoed in the room, a symphony of passion.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm!"

He moved like a piston, his er3ction a blur between her legs. Finally, he reached his peak. He gripped her thighs, holding her tight as he came, his release spurting out, some landing on her clothes, more dripping back down onto her legs, a messy, chaotic tableau.

But they were oblivious, clinging to each other, breathing hard, lost in the afterglow.

As his desire subsided, a semblance of composure returned. But he still held her close, even as he awkwardly reached for a tissue, refusing to let her go.

Jiang Yi had also recovered, but she didn't know how to face him. She hid in his embrace, avoiding his gaze.

She felt him wipe her thighs, his touch gentle, yet each contact sent a burning sensation through her, making her flinch.

"Spread your legs."

His hand reached between them, and she instinctively clamped her thighs shut.

She clutched his shirt, burying her face against his chest. Hearing his words, she blushed, slowly parting her legs.

He cleaned her with the tissue, wiping away the remnants of their passion.

"Hiss." She winced, the urge to close her legs returning.

He paused, his gaze lingering on the red marks on her inner thighs. They bothered him. Her skin was so sensitive, just the friction had left its mark.

His touch became feather-light, as if handling delicate glass, afraid to bruise her further.

Finally finished, he noticed the stains on her clothes. He hesitated. "Do you want to shower?"

Jiang Yi finally lifted her head from his chest, tentatively placing her feet on the floor. The contact gave her courage, and she pulled away from him.

"I'll...I'll wash myself."

She faced him, her gaze dropping to the floor as usual. But now, their heights were reversed. She was standing, he was sitting. Her lowered gaze landed on his softening er3ction.

Oh!

She quickly turned around, her face crimson.

He calmly wiped his thighs, pulled up his underwear, and walked past her to retrieve his pants from the floor. He dressed as if she wasn't even there.

Jiang Yi had turned back around while he was walking, still facing away. But she could hear him dressing, and the image of her undressing him earlier flashed through her mind.

Oh, god!

He saw her reddened ears, a smirk playing on his lips. His gaze fell on the test papers on the desk. An idea sparked in his mind. "Do you need me to stay and help you with your homework?" he asked.

Jiang Yi covered her face with her hands. "No! No, thank you!"

The relaxed expression on his face vanished, replaced by a subtle frown.

He didn't reply, turning to leave.

There would be other opportunities, he thought. In her room, or his. She would sit on his lap, struggling with her homework until she had no choice but to ask for his help, her eyes pleading, her voice soft and sweet as she begged him to teach her.

Jiang Yi heard the door close, peeking through her fingers to make sure he was really gone. She finally lowered her hands, letting out a shaky breath.

But the heat in her cheeks and the rapid beating of her heart lingered.

She looked down at the stains on her clothes, her blush deepening.

She remembered the look on his face in the car when he had called her "dirty." She mimicked his tone, looking at her clothes. "Dirty."

He called her dirty, yet he was the one who had made her this way. As if being intimate with anyone else was a stain, but being used by him somehow made it clean.

Jiang Yi, her face still flushed, let out a small, defiant "hmph."