Teacher (Lily Futa) - Chapter 10

Qin Lang’s pussy was still contracting. Her mind lagged for a second and she didn’t immediately react. Wu Qiu suddenly started thrusting hard again, and her voice turned tearful: “Wh… what do you mean…”

Wu Qiu thrust once for every word, speaking in a slow, punctuated rhythm: “When you were playing games…”

“Mmm ah…” Qin Lang let out a soft moan as she remembered, then answered matter-of-factly, “That’s my boyfriend.”

Wu Qiu was amused by her indifferent attitude. She held Qin Lang’s head and forced her to look down at where their bodies were joined.

The girl’s little pussy was greedily sucking on Wu Qiu’s thick cock. The stretched edges were slightly thin and flushed with blood, but still pink and tender, glistening with wetness.

“What are you doing…” Forced to watch her own pussy being stuffed full of a thick dick, Qin Lang turned her eyes away and grumbled.

Wu Qiu didn’t reply. Her long hair spilled down, falling across the girl’s pale body and onto the pillow behind her.

Qin Lang could sense that Wu Qiu was angry. She vaguely understood why — was it because she had called her boyfriend “husband”? But Wu Qiu was just… a fuckbuddy? Not even a proper lover, right?

Wu Qiu pushed Qin Lang’s clothes up and kneaded the girl’s small but perky tits. Qin Lang was pale, and under the light those little breasts looked especially tempting. Noticing the girl’s distraction, Wu Qiu pinched one nipple with moderate force, drawing out a breathless moan.

“Boyfriend?” Wu Qiu suddenly spoke.

“That’s why I called him husband…” Tears welled up in Qin Lang’s eyes, and the corners turned red like she had been wronged. “Teacher…”

Wu Qiu abruptly pulled her cock out. The little hole kept contracting, trying to keep her inside, but she left mercilessly. Then she lowered her head and licked the girl’s nipple. Qin Lang could clearly feel the textured roughness of her tongue, which instantly gave her goosebumps.

Her neglected pussy continued leaking slick on its own. Qin Lang couldn’t stand it and tried to close her legs, but Wu Qiu punished her by prying them wide open again. Without the hot cock inside, her pussy felt unbearably itchy from her cervix all the way to her clit.

She wanted Wu Qiu to fuck her roughly, like before — pounding her with big, deep thrusts, balls slapping hard against her pussy, ruining her, making her submit.

Instead, she was left lying on the bed while being licked extremely gently on her tits, her waist… Wu Qiu’s lips gradually moved downward and stopped at the girl’s delicate clit.

With wicked intent, she blew a soft breath directly onto that small bud.

Visibly, Qin Lang’s abdomen tightened, and the outline of her ribs became clear.

Wu Qiu avoided the clit and began circling the pussy lips instead.

Qin Lang gripped the soft sheets tightly, her fingertips turning white. Wu Qiu was too mean. Treating her so gently like this meant she couldn’t reach orgasm at all.

So she called out: “Teacher…”

Wu Qiu’s gaze lifted to meet hers, but her mouth didn’t stop. She licked the labia, her strong tongue almost poking into the entrance of the pussy. No — it did go in, teasing at the hole before pulling back.

Qin Lang was so stimulated her eyes lost focus.

In the end, Wu Qiu decided not to torment her any longer. She shifted position, parted her thin lips, took the clit into her mouth, and started sucking hard. A woman’s clit is the most sensitive spot. After just a few strong sucks, Qin Lang’s body began to spasm. Her pussy clenched tightly and leaked more fluids.

Taking advantage of the orgasm, Wu Qiu spread Qin Lang’s hole open again and pushed her cock back inside. They were pressed extremely close, so the cock went incredibly deep. Qin Lang tried to push her away because it was too much, but her movements were blocked by Wu Qiu’s thrusts.

“Teacher…” Qin Lang moaned softly, calling her in a small voice.

“Keep going,” Wu Qiu said, her hips never stopping as she brushed a strand of hair aside.

“Mmm ah… what…” Qin Lang’s legs were wrapped around Wu Qiu’s waist in a normal sex position. She clung close to Wu Qiu like an eager student asking her respected teacher a question.

“Call me,” Wu Qiu was a patient teacher, always ready to answer her student’s doubts.

So Qin Lang kept calling “Teacher” again and again until her voice grew hoarse. She lost count of how many times she came and how much she had squirted.

On the big bed in the bedroom, the spot beneath Qin Lang was completely soaked. The plain gray sheets looked like they had bloomed with a dark flower. Qin Lang’s moans grew more and more urgent, and Wu Qiu’s thrusts became faster and faster. This time she didn’t pull out. Her cum shot straight against the girl’s cervix, making Qin Lang cry “Wuu ah!” as she shook her ass and came together with her.

Wu Qiu held Qin Lang and gently kissed the tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

“Call me one more time?”

“Te… Teacher…” Qin Lang still hadn’t recovered from her orgasm. Her eyes were dazed.

Wu Qiu patted the girl’s back, got up to fetch water and medicine.

After feeding Qin Lang the medicine, Wu Qiu changed the bedsheets, hugged her, and stayed awake.

She was reflecting on this strange relationship. From a moral standpoint, she was the teacher and Qin Lang was the student — this clearly violated professional ethics. Though she didn’t really care about that. Personally, this kid Qin Lang was stubborn, easy to fuck, fairly obedient, and somewhat to her taste, but it hadn’t reached the level of “I can’t live without her.”

Thinking like this, Wu Qiu quietly got up. The girl on the bed was sleeping soundly. She walked slowly to the balcony, closed the door, and lit a cigarette.

In the dark night, the glowing tip of the cigarette flickered. The woman with her long hair loose looked down at the residential complex. The street lamps were on, casting dim light on the artificial rocks and tree shadows. Even looking up, she couldn’t see any stars.

Remembering how Qin Lang had sweetly called “Husband,” Wu Qiu took a drag and exhaled the smoke.

Nicotine sharpened her mind. Wu Qiu’s brain felt exceptionally clear, but she still couldn’t understand where that thread of irritation in her heart was coming from.

It was possessiveness — the kind that comes with love.