Chapter 3 – Dedicated First Life (3) – End

Her lips were full and plump, a pale pink as clean as a budding flower, yet also possessing an alluring, almost tempting, richness.

 

Chen Zeyu’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst.

 

Ni Ni, seeing his dazed expression, glanced at him, her hand sliding down from his brow to his straight nose.

 

His pupils contracted, his breath caught, and he looked at her almost cautiously, his lips burning as if from her gaze.

 

He held his breath, his gaze fixed intently on her playfully upturned cherry lips.

 

Then, that mischievous little finger finally gave up its playful teasing and settled on his lips, motionless.

 

Chen Zeyu’s whole body tensed. He didn’t know what she was going to do, or what he wanted, but he remained half-bent over, letting her do as she pleased.

 

“Class monitor, my little teacher, you’ve taught me so much, can you teach me something else now?”

 

Her gaze finally left his lips, her slightly upturned eyes hooking at the corners of her eyes, entangling the person she wanted.

 

Her voice was clear and sweet, and the possessiveness of “mine” made Chen Zeyu’s heart race and his blood boil, his gaze becoming aggressive.

 

His fingertips gently caressed her lips.

 

A tingling current ran from the feeling of her lips in his fingertips to his heart.

 

Chen Zeyu’s breath hitched for a moment, and he instinctively grabbed her hand.

 

Small, slightly cool, easily held in his palm.

 

He instinctively touched it; it was indeed smooth and tender, slender yet with soft flesh, everything just right.

 

That day, Chen Zeyu had run away in fright, and afterwards, the two returned to their initial distant and polite state. One-sidedly, Chen Zeyu had clearly realized his feelings, but morality and inner conflict prevented him from crossing the boundaries of normalcy.

 

Give him enough time to process things; Ni Ni will eventually rise to the top.

 

But Ni Ni doesn’t have time, and she’s not in it for the sake of rising to the top.

 

Her mission is to “cheat.”

 

After the breakup, it’s not about cheating anymore.

 

Today, after Chen Zeyu finished class and was packing his bag to leave, he heard her say,

 

“I’m going abroad. My mother has already completed the procedures. I’ll receive better treatment there.”

 

He couldn’t resist being pushed around by her stunningly beautiful breasts.

 

Chen Zeyu paused, his mind blank for a minute, feeling empty and panicked. It took him a while to straighten up, his gaze finally settling seriously on her.

 

“That’s great. Medical technology and advanced equipment are better abroad, there are more opportunities, and your condition should receive better treatment. You’ll get better!”

 

His stiff lips softened only at the last sentence.

 

His gaze, as if bidding a final farewell, finally landed on her, a hidden, unconscious anxiety and sadness in his eyes, happiness only superficial.

 

Disappointment, indescribable. Happiness, he could understand.

 

Ni Ni reached out her hand to him.

 

That small hand was slender and pale, tiny, yet persistently outstretched towards him.

 

Chen Zeyu couldn’t control himself. He walked towards her and grasped that small hand—slender, soft, so small it seemed fragile enough to break at any moment, yet now he wanted to hold it tightly, never let go.

 

“Can I have a hug?”

 

She looked at him, her soft, sickly aura and delicate, beautiful features evoking pity. He couldn’t help but want to offer her everything she wanted.

 

Chen Zeyu sat on the bed, his arms resting on her back, and embraced her.

 

Indeed, she was as slender as he had imagined, but even smaller and softer than he had expected, fragrant and soft, so slender that his arms felt empty.

 

Chen Zeyu instinctively tightened his arms around her.

 

She nestled deeper into his arms, her arm brushing against his neck. A trembling, tingling sensation made him hold her even tighter, burying his face in her subtly fragrant black hair.

 

So slender, so soft, he could lift her with one hand.

 

Ni Ni’s arms tightened around his neck, her soft, smooth face rubbing against his skin. In his increasingly encircling embrace, her soft voice whispered in his ear, accompanied by a tingling, passionate current that sent shivers down his spine.

 

“Hold me tighter… tighter… I’ll miss you.”

 

Chen Zeyu’s eyes stung with tears. He held her tightly, tighter, tighter…

 

He breathed deeply, as if trying to imprint her scent onto his heart.

 

After a long while, Ni Ni loosened her grip slightly, her face close to his, her warm breath brushing against his skin. Her beautiful lips parted slightly.

 

“Remember? You said you’d teach me the same thing again.”

 

Chen Zeyu didn’t pull away, holding her close, their faces almost touching, their breaths mingling.

 

Looking into her clear yet alluring almond-shaped eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

 

“Mmm.”

 

She smiled, a smile as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming, stunning him and captivating his heart.

 

She leaned closer, her warm, sweet lips pressing against his.

 

Chen Zeyu’s mind went blank.

 

Although he vaguely knew what she wanted, the fact that it actually happened still left him stunned.

 

Ni Ni slowly tightened her arms around him, closed her eyes, her small hands gently caressing his neck, her tongue tracing his lips, licking, sucking, gently nibbling, before he regained his senses, her tongue was slipping into his mouth.

 

A tingling current of stimulation shot from the tip of his tongue, coursing through his body and down to his lower back.

 

That soft, fragrant tongue, as if not enough, licked his teeth and swept across his palate.

 

With a “gulp,” Chen Zeyu subconsciously swallowed the saliva that welled up, and took her fragrant tongue into his mouth as well. She tilted her chin up slightly, pressing it against his, sucking on his lower lip, her soft tongue teasing his large tongue in his mouth.

 

Chen Zeyu’s eyes darkened, the aggressive glint intensifying. Unable to resist any longer, he cast aside the faint struggle in his mind, pulling her tightly into his arms, his palms cupping the back of her head, his lips and tongue retaliating.

 

He had never used his tongue to kiss before. For the first time, he imitated her, sucking on her lips, his tongue swirling inside, licking and teasing her soft tongue. Though there were occasional bumps and scrapes, nothing serious. Soon, he instinctively pulled her soft tongue into his own mouth, sucking and licking it.

 

Ni Ni, delicate and frail, was breathless from the kisses. Finally, she lay back on the bed, her face pressed against the pillow as he cupped her and kissed her deeply.

 

Her lips were slightly swollen, a tempting, rosy red. The way she struggled, her lips half-open and panting, only intensified her allure.

 

Chen Zeyu’s starry eyes were glazed over. He cupped her face, each kiss and suckle revealing his deep immersion in passion.

 

He had been overwhelmed by her exquisitely beautiful breasts, and after a moment of clarity, he awkwardly tried to pull away. But she clung to him, her swollen lips pouting, her almond-shaped eyes gazing at him with a hazy, alluring gaze.

 

Unable to get up, Chen Zeyu once again abandoned all reason, letting himself sink into the mire of passion.

 

The two people on the hospital bed were entwined, their lips never parting. The sounds of their sucking, their erratic breathing, the intertwining of hardness and softness. Until…

 

Interrupted by a phone call from home, Chen Zeyu finally snapped back to reality, staring blankly at his hands. 

 

Ni Ni was wearing a white and blue hospital gown, most of the buttons undone, revealing her delicate, fair shoulders. Beneath her beautiful collarbone, her creamy white breasts were full and plump, the culprit cupping and kneading them—his hands.

 

Just moments ago, when he had lifted his head from there, the two cherry-like nipples on her breasts were moist and rosy, still bearing traces of their sucking.

 

Chen Zeyu’s mouth was dry, his jeans stretched so tight he could only half-bow, and he finally fled in panic.

 

But once something like this happens, it’s bound to happen again.

 

Ni Ni, using her upcoming trip abroad as an excuse, clung to him so tightly that Chen Zeyu barely had time to interact with Ms. Yang, already succumbing to the addictive intertwining of lips and tongue and physical exploration.

 

There was a second time, a third time…

 

The so-called lessons were reduced to a final review and reinforcement.

 

They had both used their hands to relieve each other, but nothing more than this night, three days before Chen Zeyu’s departure—

 

Three days after Chen Zeyu’s “lessons,” Ni Ni had already instructed the caregiver to leave, not to appear unless called.

 

It was only 7:30 PM. In the VIP ward, the lights were bright, and the warmth of the heating made one drowsy.

 

On the bed, under the covers, the two entwined, nearly naked.

 

The vigorous young man’s arms and legs were wrapped around the girl’s body. Ni Ni’s delicate, sickly face was flushed and alluring, her eyes and brows filled with a bewitching charm.

 

Her lips were red and moist, her tongue delicate and vibrant, her warm breath mingling with the boy’s passionate kiss.

 

Soft breaths and moans filled the air, her delicate hands caressing the boy’s maturing chest.

 

From the firm pectoral muscles to the protruding nipples, then to the taut abdomen that tightened with each breath, without hesitation, one hand cupped a rosy nipple, while the other slipped inside her taut underwear.

 

“Ah!”

 

Chen Zeyu gasped, burying his head in the crook of her neck, his body trembling slightly as he thrust his lower body further into her hands.

 

Ni Ni, after teasing the large, hot object in her hand until it grew even thicker and harder, stopped, turning her head to avoid his burning lips. Her sensitive neck, however, was still touched by his soft, warm lips.

 

“Mmm~ Ah~ I’m thirsty, I want some water.”

 

A faint pink flush rose on her slender shoulders and white neck, her slight trembling revealing the arousal he had stirred within her.

 

Chen Zeyu, driven by lust, already held her hand, his hips rubbing against hers.

 

Hearing this, he paused for a couple of seconds before reacting, his handsome face flushed and hot as he got up to pour water.

 

“You feed me.”

 

Ni Ni didn’t take the cup, but instead got up and wrapped him in the warm blanket, pressing against him, her soft, almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him.

 

Chen Zeyu, moved by a sudden inspiration, took a sip and then passed it to her. Their soft tongues intertwined again, quenching her thirst, and the two rolled onto the bed without interruption.

 

A beastly teacher lured a female student to his dormitory.

 

He cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, burying his face in her snowy whiteness, unable to escape.

 

The water was warm, her lower abdomen burning with desire. His hard, thick penis swelled in her hands, ready to burst, clear, sticky fluid dripping out, coating his long shaft with a glistening sheen.

 

Ni Ni was also burning with lust. In the entanglement of their lips and tongues, she hadn’t drunk much of the fluid, but it had left her crotch soaking wet.

 

Her almond-shaped eyes, glazed with desire, opened her legs beneath the boy who was pressing his buttocks against her lower abdomen, his wet groin forming a trail of glistening threads.

 

Men are naturally adept at this; he simply rubbed his penis against her soft, tender skin, guiding it to her wet, soft opening. With a thrust of his hips, the pleasure of being tightly enveloped by her tender flesh made him groan, and he thrust in again with renewed force—

 

The first time ended quickly. The second time, as his desire flared, Chen Zeyu held her slender shoulders, buried his face in her full, soft breasts, and slapped his hips against her thighs with force.

 

Ni Ni was being pounded into a state of ecstasy; the drug was working perfectly, each thrust an intoxicating pleasure.

 

She moaned with each thrust, retaining only a sliver of consciousness. She pulled her phone from under the pillow, and after answering the call, placed it back on the bedside table.

 

Her short hair prickled his palms, and amidst the slight pain, the thick, hard shaft reached her trembling, aching spot. She cried out, her snowy buttocks rising, her wet, tender vagina gripping the hard, erect penis.

 

“Ahhh~ Zeyu~ Class Monitor~ Ah there~”

 

Chen Zeyu’s back muscles tensed from the sucking, his hand squeezing her breasts tightened, his waist thrusting fiercely, sweat pouring down his body as he worked hard on her, his breathing and moans heavy. As she cried out and clung to him for kisses, he tightened his grip on her hair, the pain causing her to tilt her chin back and spread her legs wider.

 

“Ahhh~ Call me, call my name, umm~”

 

“An’an, An’an, I like you, ah—!”

A surge of heat coursed through her body. Ni Ni, who had almost lost half her life, didn’t even have time to glance at the still-connected phone before her consciousness went black…