Teacher (Lily Futa) - Chapter 15

When she got home, the house was completely dark. Qin Zhicheng probably hadn’t come back again. Qin Lang sighed and went to her room.

She took off her jacket that smelled of alcohol and entered the bathroom. Steam from the shower quickly fogged up the glass. A warm, humid bathroom was the perfect place to brew desire.

Qin Lang’s hand slid across her neck, then her collarbones, moving downward until it brushed over her sensitive nipples. She couldn’t help leaning against the wall and panting.

As if possessed, she pinched one of her perky cherry-like nipples — not too hard, not too soft. The sharp sensation made her close her eyes involuntarily.

There were still faint marks on her waist left by Wu Qiu, almost faded now, leaving only mottled traces. Qin Lang discovered that her waist was also very sensitive; even her own hand could easily stir up arousal.

She had drunk quite a lot of alcohol today. She felt drunk, her mind fuzzy.

The wall behind her was ice-cold, while her body burned hot. She reached down urgently, touched her soft pubic hair, parted it, spread her own soft folds, and touched her slightly protruding clit that was aching with desire.

She didn’t want to think about anything. She just wanted to pleasure herself.

The head of her clit was too sensitive. Her fingertips weren’t as soft as Wu Qiu’s.

Qin Lang had already slid down to sit on the floor, letting the warm water wash over her body. The places where her back and ass touched the cold tiles only made the stimulation stronger.

She bit her lip, holding back the moans that threatened to spill from her throat. She clamped her legs together, leaving only two fingers to rub her swollen clit quickly and a little roughly.

Normally when she masturbated, touching her clit was enough, but her pussy seemed to sense its owner’s desire. The little hole opened and closed greedily, desperately wanting something to fill it.

She couldn’t reach it.

Even though her hand was moving so fast she could barely stand it, she still couldn’t cum.

Qin Lang spread her legs a little wider and reached lower. She touched her labia, spread them open, and felt her dripping wet pussy. There was so much slick it felt like she was broken.

Two fingers slid easily into her pussy, but her hand was small and her fingers weren’t as long as Wu Qiu’s. She couldn’t reach that special spot inside.

The warm steam made the corners of the girl’s eyes turn red. She turned off the water, reached for her phone, and without thinking dialed a number.

It was almost midnight, but the other side picked up very quickly.

“Wuu ah…” Qin Lang’s voice was already tearful the moment she spoke. She sat curled up in a small ball in the bathroom. “Teacher…”

Her voice echoed clearly in the tiled bathroom.

“Hm?” The woman on the other end sounded a little nasal, letting out a confused sound.

“Teacher… Teacher…” It was the most normal voice, yet Qin Lang felt her ears burning. The voice distorted slightly by the call sounded even more like the soft panting Wu Qiu made when they were in bed.

Her fingers thrust mercilessly in and out of her pussy while her thumb rubbed her swollen, blood-filled clit.

Wu Qiu on the other end probably realized what Qin Lang was doing, but she didn’t hang up. She just listened to the girl’s heavy breathing.

Qin Lang stopped biting her lip to hide her desire. Whimpering moans escaped from her throat.

“Little Lang…” Wu Qiu suddenly spoke. Qin Lang’s hand holding the phone trembled and nearly dropped it. The movement of her fingers also lost control and pushed deeper, making her cry out “Ah!” — half a moan, half a sob.

“What are you doing?” The woman asked knowingly, her voice carrying a trace of amusement.

“I’m… mmm…” The alcohol hit her harder. Qin Lang tilted her head back, her tits thrusting upward. Her cherry nipples also wanted to be plucked, but there was no one there. She didn’t have enough focus left to soothe those restless little buds.

“Little Lang,” the woman’s voice on the other side was very steady. She deliberately lowered her tone, teasing the girl’s heartstrings. “Are you… masturbating?”

“Ah…” It sounded like both an answer to Wu Qiu and an uncontrollable moan.

“Put your fingers inside,” Wu Qiu coaxed Qin Lang into picking the forbidden fruit of Eden, softly telling her how to make herself feel good. “A little way in, there’s a slightly wrinkled spot.”

“I… I found it, Teacher…” Qin Lang pressed the phone tightly against her ear, squishing her flushed earlobe.

“Lift your finger upward.” Wu Qiu’s voice sounded as serious as if she were teaching math class. The words coming out of her mouth, however, were anything but proper.

Qin Lang followed Wu Qiu’s instructions. As soon as her finger curled, the contact made her toes curl in unbearable pleasure.

Her pussy sucked greedily at her fingertips like a child who had tasted candy and now wanted more, clinging to the adult for the sweet pleasure it craved.

That spot was too easy to stimulate. Just one touch made her tremble into orgasm.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming—!” A sharp cry escaped Qin Lang’s throat. The bathroom was cooling down, but she felt unbearably hot.

“Good girl,” Wu Qiu’s gentle voice came from the phone. “Go to sleep now.”

“Okay… Teacher… wuu…” Qin Lang tried to pull her fingers out, but brushing against her cervix again made her moan.

“Cough…” Wu Qiu seemed to choke a little and let out a soft cough.

“Teacher?” Qin Lang was still sitting on the floor, her mind slowly clearing.

“It’s okay, baby,” the woman softly coaxed the child on the other end of the line. “Go to sleep.”

“Okay. Good night, Teacher.” Qin Lang hung up the phone. Her body felt weak. She braced herself against the wall to stand up, put her phone in a waterproof bag, and turned the shower back on.

On the other end of the call, Wu Qiu had been listening to Qin Lang’s moaning and whimpering. Her cock was painfully hard, the tip leaking white precum. She gripped it and stroked hard.

Fuck, she really wanted to fuck her.

Yet she had to keep acting all calm and composed.

She wasn’t that kind of person, but she had no choice but to be.

The cock, pumped vigorously by its owner’s hand, soon shot out thick ropes of cum, coating Wu Qiu’s long fingers. She grabbed some tissues, wiped herself roughly, and headed into the bathroom.