She wrapped her arms around his broad back, pressing herself tightly against him, feeling the heat from his abdomen against her stomach.

Their breaths were completely chaotic, like flames licking and burning each other. The throbbing inside her was intensely hot, and Xia Yao felt as if he were a blazing fire, pressing down on her relentlessly.

Yet, as he thrust between her legs, buried in the sheets, his voice sounded dry and hoarse, as if entangled with unsolvable thoughts, sighing with a hint of seeking release.

"You're so hot."

Xia Yao's words were stolen by him, and any response she might have given would have felt awkward.

Pinned beneath him, the urge to urinate grew stronger, the ache almost unbearable.

"Zhou Ye, hurry up." She really needed to use the bathroom now.

"Hurry up?" He lifted his eyes in the midst of their entwined panting, dark as ink. His handsome face didn't need to express anything to make her heart race wildly, pounding fiercely.

"Yes, hurry up." Xia Yao curled her toes around his waist, rubbing them against his naked body.

The young man pressed against her smiled, straightening up and taking her ankles in his hands, a faint smile in his eyes. "Alright, I understand."

Before she could react, a fierce thrust left her breathless, feeling as if she might break, his tip relentlessly hitting her cervix.

His rapid thrusts rubbed against her sensitive flesh, splashing with arousal. When he pulled out, a clear layer of moisture was visible, her wetness truly abundant.

What started as intermittent tingling from her lower body now consumed her entire being, bound by intense spasms.

Xia Yao began to sweat all over, visible droplets rolling down her thighs, her face flushed red.

She trembled violently, unsure where to place her hands, shaking her head with a hint of a cry. "...Not that kind of hurry, I meant for you to... finish."

Zhou Ye furrowed his brows, as if wanting to laugh but unable to. He stopped, a bit helplessly rubbing her legs, wiping away the sweat from her skin, his expression still gentle.

"What do I do then? I can't finish right now."

He was still inside her, and Xia Yao lay on the bed with her legs spread, watching him. The dim light around them highlighted his features and contours, making her find her boyfriend incredibly sexy in this state.

She could see a thin layer of sweat on his shoulders, the muscles glistening, indicating he was also sweating from the heat.

Xia Yao didn't know what to say anymore; she felt Zhou Ye was so gentle right now.

"Then let me go... pee first, okay?"

She pleaded, hoping he would pause and let her use the bathroom.

Zhou Ye started moving again, his member rubbing inside her. Xia Yao quickly turned her head, pressing against his muscular arm, her face filled with tension and resistance.

But the next second, his thick member slid out of her completely. Zhou Ye pulled back, lowering his head to adjust the base of his c0ndom.

"Go ahead."

He knelt on the bed, blocking her view. When Xia Yao tried to move, she couldn't even close her legs, the inner thighs sore from his pressure.

"Ugh."

She groaned in pain, propping herself up on her elbows, trying to close her legs, but she had to move slowly.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

Xia Yao nodded; he had been too rough, and the muscles at her core ached.

Seeing her unable to close her legs from their lovemaking, Zhou Ye felt his arousal surge again.

He leaned down, placing his hands under her, lifting her entire body. His heat enveloped her skin.

"Put your hands on my shoulders, I'll carry you."

"No, no, don't look at me!" Xia Yao couldn't bear the thought of him watching her use the bathroom; she knew she wouldn't be able to go.

She wanted to refuse, but Zhou Ye had already lifted her by her thighs and started walking toward the bathroom.

"Don't worry, I won't look."

He set her down, her bare feet feeling the cool tiles.

Before leaving, Zhou Ye leaned down and kissed her, his lips and tongue lingering on her earlobe and neck.

Xia Yao tried to push him away, but he remained firmly pressed against her, his hard er3ction rubbing between her legs, clearly wanting more.

"Zhou Ye, please leave, I need to pee..."

"My er3ction is so uncomfortable." He sighed, his voice lowered in a way that sounded almost like he was pleading.

Xia Yao felt like Zhou Ye was a clingy dog, circling and rubbing against her legs. She couldn't bring herself to send him away, but she couldn't let him watch her either.

"I can't hold it anymore." She lowered her head, pressing her hand against his deep collarbone, pushing him forward with all her strength.

"Baby, you'll come out soon, right?"

His gaze was intensely focused on her.

Xia Yao nodded, lingering with him for a while before finally closing the door.

Sitting n4ked on the toilet, her legs still trembled faintly, tingling to the point of weakness... suddenly unable to go.

Her mind was filled with many thoughts, but mostly Zhou Ye.

During school, she hadn't been happy every day, but he was the one who paid attention to her.

He made her feel, even if just a little, that she was important too.

***

After starting high school, Xia Yao was always alone, her relationship with her desk mate distant.

Her desk mate belonged to another group, always joining other girls after class or having them come to her desk to chat.

The girls in that group always seemed to exclude her.

It wasn't the overt rejection she experienced during military training, which had been somewhat malicious. These girls appeared polite, but when Xia Yao spoke, they never responded to her, only to those they knew.

Xia Yao often watched them make plans to hang out after school.

They liked to invite boys they often talked to, going to art exhibitions, museums, and trendy photo booths.

A boy once tentatively asked her to join them. Xia Yao went once, but like before, she was left out of the conversations, standing on the sidelines.

Only that boy talked to her that day, even adding her to their group chat, saying they'd hang out again.

But there was no follow-up, and no more invitations in the group chat.

One day, Xia Yao accidentally saw on her desk mate's phone that the girls had created another group, including the boys, but not her.

She was deliberately excluded again.

After that, she stopped hoping to hang out with classmates after school, going straight home every day, at most taking a walk in the park or plaza alone, buying some snacks to eat.

One afternoon, as it was getting dark, she saw some strangers playing skateboards nearby.

The wind was strong that day. She watched for a while and was about to leave when she heard the sound of a skateboard scraping the tiles behind her.

Someone forcefully bumped her shoulder from behind, almost knocking her over, and her bag fell to the ground.

Looking up, she saw him wearing a black mask and a cap, a hoodie, and tight black pants. His face was obscured, but he looked cool and handsome.

She remembered him from earlier; he had been good at skateboarding, performing stylish and fluid tricks.

The boy overshot and jumped off his board, grabbing it and rushing over to pick up her bag.

"Sorry."

Xia Yao was about to say it was okay when he handed her the bag and pulled down his mask, as if wanting to talk to her.

She looked at his somewhat familiar face, slightly stunned.

"Class president?"