The alarm clock kept ringing. The person on the bed stirred, then reached out a hand with distinct knuckles and slammed it down.

Zhou Ye propped himself up on the bedsheets, his eyes still struggling to open. His hair was a tousled mess, and he was still half-lost in his dreams.

Ever since he sent her that message that night, his high school life had veered completely off course, beyond his control.

After that day, it rained for a while, and gym class was replaced with self-study. The teachers didn't push for any more practice in that area.

Unable to find a way to connect with her in reality, all those feelings manifested in his dreams.

Like the er0tic dream he had last night, where they inexplicably stayed behind in the classroom at dusk. He sat on a chair in the empty room, and she took his wrist, intertwining their fingers and pressing close to him.

She pulled down his pants and gave him oral s3x for a while, then took off her own underwear and sat down on his er3ct c0ck.

As he entered her, he heard her moan in excitement and impatience. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck as she quickly moved up and down on him.

Her tight pvssy gripped his c0ck tightly, and he was completely at her mercy, unable to move at all, his fingers forced to intertwine with hers.

She leaned down and covered his lips with hers. The moist, soft sensation of her lips was strangely unsettling, just like the soft, wet warmth of her pvssy.

Zhou Ye felt a deep sense of shame, unsure of what to do. They barely knew each other, yet she had taken him in that empty classroom.

The room filled with the crisp sound of birds chirping outside. The young man lifted a hand to his face, reliving the last fleeting sensations of that spring dream over and over.

In reality, it was he who desired her, but in his dreams, she was the one who seemed insatiable, relentlessly seeking him out for s3x, regardless of time or place.

Zhou Ye pulled back the covers and saw a wet patch on his pants.

His morning er3ction still stood firm against his abdomen, the sticky, milky s3men from last night staining the freshly changed sheets and bedspread.

"Fvck."

He suppressed his strong dissatisfaction with his own body, stripped the bedsheets, and threw them into the laundry basket before heading straight to the bathroom for a shower.

During the morning self-study period, the teacher hadn't yet come to check attendance, and most of the classmates were still not in the classroom.

Zhou Ye leaned back in his chair, absentmindedly flipping through his book. He glanced at the seat in front of him, which was empty. It seemed that only when he saw her arrive could his restless, anxious heart find some peace.

Compared to the Xia Yao in class now, who had nothing to do with him, he preferred the passionate and bold version of her from his dream last night.

Perhaps he was drawn to the type of person who took the initiative, which is why he dreamt of such scenes.

Zhou Ye's thoughts were a jumbled mess when a male classmate tapped his shoulder from behind and whispered, "Class president, class president."

"What?"

He turned to look and saw that a few boys had gathered at the desk behind him.

When Zhou Ye turned around, the boy who had tapped him handed over a pair of earphones.

"Last night, Ouyang saw a video. The female lead has an amazing body. Do you want to take a look?"

The boy named Ouyang looked a bit embarrassed. "The class president isn't interested in these things. You guys should just watch it privately and not call everyone over!"

Zhou Ye usually wasn't interested, but this time, his gaze lingered on the earphones being offered. Then he looked up at the boys and asked in a slightly flippant tone.

"Is she pretty?"

"You'll see!"

The boy immediately slipped his phone between the pages of a textbook and handed it to Zhou Ye. The others kept watch, making sure no girls got curious and came over.

Zhou Ye put on the earphones and started watching. The video was short, showing two people having s*x on a pedestrian bridge late at night.

The girl stood holding the railing, while the boy, pants partially down, held her waist and thrust vigorously. The thrusts varied in depth, making the girl's legs spasm as she moaned as if crying.

Cars continued to flow beneath them, heading toward the bridge. There was no one else around, just the intermittent flicker of dim streetlights.

The boy held her waist, his fingers rubbing her clit. Whether it was too stimulating or not, his thrusts became faster and faster, and they finished quickly.

After ejaculating, the boy pulled up his pants and adjusted the girl's skirt, then smacked her butt hard and gave it a firm rub.

She didn't resist at all, her legs weak as she pulled her clothes down, hiding her br*asts, which were covered in red fingerprints from his squeezing.

The video lasted only three or four minutes. Before anyone could ask Zhou Ye for his thoughts, a classmate hurriedly said, "The teacher's coming."

Everyone quickly returned to their seats, putting on a serious front. Zhou Ye, however, showed no expression throughout, as if the video hadn't affected him at all.

The homeroom teacher walked around the classroom, and Zhou Ye glanced again at Xia Yao's seat.

She had arrived at some point, half-bathed in sunlight. Her profile was fair, her lashes curled, looking serene and beautiful.

Seeing this, Zhou Ye's breathing suddenly grew heavier.

His mind filled with different images. Just imagining her as the girl on the bridge, passively enduring as she was penetrated from behind while her cl1t was rubbed, sent electric shocks through his c0ck.

The sensations from last night's dream still lingered faintly on his lips. Though he knew it was an illusion, he remembered vividly the feeling of entering her, as if it were real.

She had pinned him to his seat, right here in this classroom, exposing herself to him.

She held his wrist, their fingers intertwined, then took the initiative to sit on his c*ck, her face flushed as she moaned in ecstasy, her pvssy deeply connected with his c0ck, rubbing and grinding on his thighs, wanting to be closer to him.

Those were all her.

Zhou Ye's ears were completely red. He lifted a hand to cover them, his gaze slightly unfocused as he looked at the pages of his book.

He tried to force himself to read, but all he could see were erotic images of him and her making love.

Her pvssy was so warm, he couldn't forget it, and he had no idea what to do anymore.