Teacher (Lily Futa) - Chapter 2

“Guess my ass?!” Qin Lang practically shouted. The person on top of her had her completely pinned, unable to move. The hard thing between Wu Qiu’s legs was pressing right against her crotch, making her panic a little.

“Students shouldn’t be rude to teachers.” Wu Qiu leaned to Qin Lang’s ear and spoke softly. “Bad students need to be punished.”

Wu Qiu moved fast. She pulled the thin belt from her own bodycon skirt. It was high-quality leather. She quickly bound Qin Lang’s hands in front of her. Qin Lang tried to kick, but Wu Qiu caught her leg, yanked off her shoe, then unbuckled and pulled down her pants. Her legs were forced apart. Qin Lang suddenly felt air hitting her exposed crotch.

“You fucking pervert!” Qin Lang still talked tough, struggling hard against the leather belt around her wrists, but it was tied too tightly—she had zero room to fight back.

Wu Qiu slowly peeled off her own bodycon skirt. The black stockings were tented obscenely by whatever was inside her panties.

“Are you a guy or a girl, seriously?!” Qin Lang was starting to lose it. Was her teacher some kind of crossdressing fetishist? Were those tits fake silicone or what?

“My ID says female.” Wu Qiu actually answered her while simultaneously sliding Qin Lang’s denim shorts down and rolling her own stockings off.

“Pink bear panties too?” Wu Qiu smiled at Qin Lang. “My student is pretty cute, huh?”

“You still remember I’m your student, Teacher?! Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you for rape?!” Qin Lang felt Wu Qiu’s thigh wedged firmly between her own legs. The leg she’d stupidly wrapped around the woman’s waist earlier couldn’t be pulled back now. The SUV’s back seat was spacious, but with two people crammed in like this, it still felt tight.

“Not afraid.” Wu Qiu’s cock—now fully freed from any covering—stood straight up, proudly erect. It was the same soft pink shade as the rest of her, surprisingly clean-looking, and definitely not short.

Wu Qiu tugged open Qin Lang’s thin long-sleeve outer layer, then deftly unhooked the front-clasp teenage bra. It was also pink. Once pulled open, it hung uselessly on Qin Lang’s small chest. The metal decoration felt cold against her skin, giving her goosebumps all over.

Wu Qiu looked at Qin Lang but made no move to kiss her.

Instead she bent down and took one of Qin Lang’s nipples into her mouth. The girl’s young breast wasn’t large and the areola wasn’t dark. Wu Qiu sucked it in fully, making Qin Lang throw her head back.

“Pretty sensitive,” Wu Qiu commented matter-of-factly, voice muffled around the tit in her mouth. Her other hand wasn’t idle.

“Can you fucking hurry up already!” Qin Lang finally gave in, but she still remembered they were parked right outside Blue Note—people could walk by any second.

Wu Qiu pinched the other nipple and answered: “The car is locked. No one can see in.”

“Mmph…!” Wu Qiu’s technique was extremely practiced. Qin Lang tried to shrink back, but only succeeded in pressing herself deeper into the soft seat cushion.

“Bzzz—” Qin Lang’s phone started ringing.

Caller ID: Qin Zhicheng. Wu Qiu swiped to answer and held the phone to Qin Lang’s ear.

“Hello—” Qin Lang had no choice but to speak. Right now she was half-naked, pinned under her new homeroom teacher. Pants pulled down, bra hanging off her chest, Wu Qiu’s hard cock pressing against her pussy—and she still had to steady her breathing to talk to her dad.

“Ah, yeah, I’m almost home… ah, okay, Auntie’s coming tomorrow too, right? Mhm, mhm, got it…” Just normal family chit-chat, but Qin Lang felt like she was about to lose it. That beast Wu Qiu was still sucking on her tit, and the other hand was sliding downward, reaching the edge of her pink bear panties. Cool fingers slipped right inside.

“Nn! …Ah, nothing, I just bumped into something… Okay, nothing else, I’m hanging up now.” The call ended. Qin Lang immediately glared murderously at Wu Qiu. “What the fuck are you doing!”

“You tell me what I’m doing.”

The girl’s pussy was soft and fuzzy, hidden under those cute bear panties—until Wu Qiu’s long fingers pushed the fabric aside. After a little teasing back and forth, she was already getting noticeably wet.

“You…” Qin Lang glared at Wu Qiu. Her puppy-like eyes were glistening with unshed tears, fierce and stubborn, showing zero sign of submission despite being pinned underneath someone.

“Of course I’m gonna fuck you.” Wu Qiu smiled, took off her glasses, and set them on the center console in the front.

Qin Lang’s clit was being stared at intently. It twitched nervously, and right after, a clear gush of slick leaked out of her hole. Qin Lang wasn’t a virgin—she’d done plenty. At thirteen or fourteen she’d been making out with the school heartthrob in the campus gazebo, got caught by the dean, casually called him “Uncle,” dragged her boyfriend away, then got screamed at by Qin Zhicheng when she got home. He didn’t really expect much better from her anyway—considering what kind of man he was. In toilets, bathrooms, or more properly on her own bed while her father was railing some other woman in the next room, she’d ride her little boyfriend like she was charging through an army.

But having someone look so seriously and directly at her pussy? That was a first. Qin Lang’s neck and ears turned bright red. She turned her head away, voice dropping low:

“Teacher… I was wrong…”

Wu Qiu raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this difficult student to fold so quickly—even if the circumstances were… unconventional.

She didn’t reply. Her long fingertip gently touched the girl’s swollen clit. Qin Lang’s body trembled slightly. She bit her lower lip, looking almost pitiful:

“Teacher…”

“Hm?” Wu Qiu kept moving while watching her. The girl was now lying disheveled in her car, curled up beneath her, body rippling with every stroke of her fingers.

“Don’t… mmph…” Qin Lang twisted, trying to escape, but the woman’s gaze was too intense. Those beautiful peach-blossom eyes were fixed on her pussy. Just thinking about it made more slick pour out, leaving her with an unbearable emptiness and aching need.

Wu Qiu sped up her fingers. She knew exactly how to soothe a restless little lioness—how to make the lion purr and melt under her hand.

Qin Lang’s clit couldn’t hide at all. Wu Qiu rubbed and rolled it relentlessly. So itchy… so empty… she wanted it so bad…

When she spoke again, her voice already carried a crying tone:

“Enough… enough, Teacher, please…” Either stop, or put it in me.

Wu Qiu bent down to kiss her earlobe, then her nipple, moving downward inch by inch, until she reached her navel. There she glanced up. The girl’s slender white neck was arched beautifully from throwing her head back; the corners of her eyes looked wet with tears.

She made her decision and continued lower. Lifting the girl’s hips, she replaced her soft fingertips with her thin lips.

In just that instant—Qin Lang’s eyes widened in disbelief as her whole body convulsed. Wu Qiu knew immediately: the girl had come.

Wu Qiu had no intention of letting such a delicious treat go so easily. The tip of her pussy was glistening with dew, tasting faintly salty. The girl squeezed her thighs together in overstimulation, only to have them roughly forced apart again. Wu Qiu paid no attention to her own cock—now so hard the tip was leaking white precum. She focused entirely on licking and sucking Qin Lang’s swollen clit with single-minded devotion.