Teacher (Lily Futa) - Chapter 9

Qin Lang didn’t speak and didn’t pull her hand back. Her fingers touched the soft fabric first, and then lower…

Wu Qiu guided her hand, pulling the cock out from the edge of the underwear. With a look from Wu Qiu, Qin Lang, as if possessed, wrapped her hand around it.

The cock poked out through the open zipper of the jeans. The color wasn’t too dark, but it was really…

So big.

No wonder… it had felt so filling.

Before her hand even moved, Qin Lang’s face had already turned red all the way down to her neck.

“Move it,” Wu Qiu said. Her beautiful eyes carried a peach-blossom tint, like a stone thrown into a deep lake, stirring up ripples. Her tone wasn’t forceful — it sounded like she was just saying something ordinary.

The spilled milk was still dripping onto the floor, splashing into tiny droplets.

Qin Lang gently gripped the shaft and began stroking it up and down.

Wu Qiu sucked in a sharp breath, her whole body tensing. Having her most vulnerable spot held and pleasured by her own student was far too exciting.

She really wanted to fuck her.

But Wu Qiu made no other moves. Qin Lang’s fingers were soft and slick, occasionally brushing against the sensitive coronal ridge without meaning to, making Wu Qiu tremble lightly.

At that moment, Wu Qiu looked incredibly seductive.

Qin Lang stared at the erect cock in her hand and slowly lowered her head.

She licked the head once. It tasted slightly bitter, mixed with the salty flavor of soap.

Qin Lang opened her small mouth, carefully tucking away her sharp canines, and tried to take as much of Wu Qiu’s cock as she could. It was too much — she only managed halfway before she couldn’t go further. Any more and she felt like she would gag. So she started moving her head up and down slowly while her hand continued working the lower shaft and balls.

Part of Wu Qiu’s long hair fell over the back of the chair, with one strand hanging in front of her body. She parted her lips and took small, quick breaths.

Qin Lang’s tongue swirled around the head, occasionally poking the small slit in the center with the tip. Wu Qiu’s body was highly aroused; under the girl’s licking, she was quickly approaching the edge.

The moment of ejaculation came almost instantly. Wu Qiu tried to pull her cock out of Qin Lang’s mouth but was a step too slow. The cock twitched, and thick white spurts shot out — some landing in Qin Lang’s mouth, some splattering across her face.

Half of Qin Lang’s face was covered. The liquid in her mouth made her cough twice. She grabbed some tissues, wiped her face, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for Wu Qiu to see. “Teacher, this is yours.” Her tongue was milky white from the milk, mixed together with Wu Qiu’s cum.

Wu Qiu’s face was flushed from her recent orgasm. Her eyes glistened with physiological tears from the intense pleasure. She gave Qin Lang a reproachful look and said, “You’re being naughty.”

After catching her breath, Wu Qiu got up and went out to fetch a cloth and mop to clean up the milk stains on the floor.

Qin Lang had almost finished the test paper, so Wu Qiu took it, corrected it, and began explaining the questions seriously.

Wu Qiu’s skin was quite pale. In the sunlight, you could even see the fine, soft down on her face. Her pupils were amber-colored — usually not very noticeable, but very clear when the light was good.

Qin Lang shifted her legs. There was still a wet feeling between them. She had thought Wu Qiu would take the chance to fuck her, but after the accidental handjob and cumshot, the woman immediately returned to serious teacher mode.

Truly heartless after pulling out her dick.

Qin Lang tugged at the hair by her ear, wondering when she would be able to grow her hair as long as Wu Qiu’s.

Qin Lang had short, curly hair, supposedly inherited from her biological mother — though she had never actually seen what her mother looked like.

Wu Qiu had long hair with excellent quality — fine strands that fell smoothly over her shoulders. It was beautiful, just like the woman herself.

“This question… Qin Lang?” Wu Qiu frowned, clearly unhappy with the student’s daydreaming.

“Oh! The answer is three!” Qin Lang snapped back to attention, saw the question clearly, and answered without hesitation.

“Yes, correct, but you’re still not very familiar with the method for this type of question…”

After lunch, Wu Qiu had Qin Lang do another set of problems in the afternoon. Once they finished reviewing, she organized the morning materials and handed Qin Lang a new problem set. She said seriously, “Do the circled questions. If you have time, you can come to my office and ask me. I’m usually there before evening self-study.”

“Okay.” Qin Lang nodded. The soft fluff on her head swayed with the motion, making Wu Qiu really want to touch it.

And she did exactly that.

It was now 6 p.m. Qin Lang had finished eating when she heard Wu Qiu on the balcony making a phone call. The wind carried fragments of the conversation: “…Little Lang… yes…”

Qin Lang felt curious. When Wu Qiu finished the call and returned to the living room, she asked, “Teacher, who were you calling just now?”

Wu Qiu answered calmly, “Oh, your dad.”

Qin Lang continued, “And then?”

“You’re not going home tonight.” Wu Qiu walked across the living room and locked the front door from the inside. “Your dad left you with me.”

Wasn’t this like throwing a lamb into the tiger’s den?! Qin Lang widened her eyes in silent protest.

“Don’t worry, I won’t eat you.” At most fuck you a couple of times — it won’t break you.

After dinner, Qin Lang played games for a while. While she was on voice chat with her little boyfriend and teammates, sweetly calling out “Husband~~” in a sugary voice, Wu Qiu happened to overhear it.

Wu Qiu’s gaze turned unpleasant as she stared at Qin Lang’s phone. Qin Lang didn’t notice Wu Qiu standing not far away and continued chattering away with her teammates and boyfriend.

That night, Qin Lang was pressed onto the bed by Wu Qiu. Without a word, Wu Qiu yanked down her pants and pushed her fingers inside.

“What are you doing…” Qin Lang was startled by the sudden action and the abrupt intrusion into her body. Her voice trembled.

Wu Qiu didn’t answer. Her fingers moved quickly and soon brought Qin Lang to a small orgasm.

Then she gripped her own cock and roughly shoved it into the girl’s pussy. Without any tenderness, she started thrusting hard and fast right away. It didn’t feel like making love — it felt like revenge.

Qin Lang’s voice was shattered by the pounding. She moaned incoherently — “mmph… ahh…” The first time Wu Qiu fucked her to climax, Wu Qiu bit her earlobe, feeling the girl’s tight pussy contract uncontrollably, and suddenly whispered in her ear:

“Husband?”

“Ah?” Qin Lang froze, letting out a confused little hum.

Wu Qiu kept slamming into the girl’s soft flesh. Her thick cock easily reached the deepest part with every thrust — one, two, three times. The cervix was practically getting fucked raw. Crystal-clear, slightly sticky fluids poured out from below, almost soaking the entire bedsheet.

“I said…” Wu Qiu suddenly slowed down. The thick cock ground against Qin Lang’s inner walls as she asked casually, “Do you remember what you were calling your phone this afternoon?”

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Author’s Note:

The saddest thing in the world is writing two thousand words and realizing the sex scene isn’t finished yet.

Sorry, I really didn’t mean to edge the smut.

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(And yes, the author note at the end is kept as is.)