Chapter 56: Lun Sang High School (8)
Ji Ning was caught red-handed and felt extremely embarrassed. She immediately stood up and fled from Song Weiyang's side, trying to avoid his gaze.
But Song Weiyang wasn't so easily dismissed. After the four afternoon classes ended, he still hadn't forgotten about it. Taking advantage of the time after dinner and before evening self-study, he cornered Ji Ning against a wall.
Many people in the back row were making a commotion, and some even recorded videos and secretly uploaded them to the campus forum.
Because the title contained the words "campus heartthrob," the post quickly spread from one person to ten, and many people saw it.
"What happened on the mat?" Song Weiyang propped one hand against the wall beside Ji Ning, lowered his head to look at her profile, and asked in a low voice, "Did you do it with Xing Ye?"
Ji Ning clutched the hem of her clothes, her voice as tiny as a kitten's: "Mm…"
Although he had already guessed it, hearing Ji Ning admit it with his own ears still made Song Weiyang's breathing uncontrollably erratic.
His mind was filled with the image of Ji Ning lying on the mat with her clothes disheveled and skirt wide open, being fucked so hard she moaned sweetly.
But Song Weiyang wasn't angry; he was jealous, so jealous. Why didn't he get to taste such a treat?
No wonder Xing Ye said he had something to do and left during PE class, and Ji Ning disappeared for a while too.
It turned out he was the naive one, honestly playing basketball outside.
Song Weiyang's fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly with his fluctuating mood, but in the end, seeing Ji Ning's lowered head, he softened.
Realizing he might have scared her, he softened his voice and said, "Can I switch seats with Jia Shuang during evening self-study?"
Ji Ning was both embarrassed and shy, and also afraid that Song Weiyang would be angry and ignore her. His request to switch seats was simply to be closer to her. Ji Ning nodded, thinking she would take the initiative to stay close to Song Weiyang later.
Thus, Song Weiyang got his wish and became Ji Ning's temporary deskmate.
During evening self-study, most students were on their phones or reading books. The classroom was quiet, and Ji Ning took a foreign literary classic from her drawer to browse through.
However, she could only turn pages with her left hand because her right hand was held by Song Weiyang under the desk.
He kneaded each of her fingers one by one, as tender and meticulous as savoring a fine gemstone. From base to fingertip, he gently rubbed and rolled, making Ji Ning so comfortable she nearly fell asleep.
Just as she was dozing off, her fingertip was enveloped by a warm, soft oral cavity, a nimble tongue coiling around her finger like a snake, scraping and teasing, which jolted Ji Ning awake instantly.
She opened her eyes and saw Song Weiyang lying on the desk facing her, looking at her with smiling eyes, earnestly licking her hand.
Seeing her awake, Song Weiyang wrapped his mouth and inner cavity tightly around her finger, sucking and squeezing it up and down.
Half of Ji Ning's body went numb with pleasure, and she struggled to hold back her moans. Who would have thought that just having her finger licked could feel so good?
The pleasurable sensation quickly aroused Ji Ning's desire, especially the feeling of Song Weiyang's soft tongue on her finger, which made her involuntarily imagine it licking her little pussy.
Ji Ning wasn't wearing underwear; her exposed crotch was already experiencing constant strange friction, and now with arousal, she couldn't hold back.
She rubbed herself restlessly, crossing her legs to press and knead her labia through the pressure, but the more she rubbed, the itchier it became.
Watching Ji Ning sink into desire bit by bit, her eyes shifting from clear to dazed, Song Weiyang's own cock gradually revived even without external stimulation.
Fingers were no longer enough for him; he wanted to lick Ji Ning's lips, breasts, ass, legs—from top to bottom, outside to inside—until she was drenched and messy, then thrust inside and grind her into begging for mercy.
"Wuhu—"
"Yeah—"
The power outage during evening self-study was the most exciting moment for students; darkness always signified recklessness and thrill.
Without a second thought, Song Weiyang pushed a book onto the floor, pressed Ji Ning against the back of her chair, and half-knelt between her legs.
His heart raced wildly, and like a desperately thirsty wolf, he lifted Ji Ning's skirt.
Unexpectedly, when he reached out, there wasn't the anticipated layer of obstruction; he directly touched slippery, soft flesh.
Song Weiyang: !
Ji Ning actually wasn't wearing underwear?
Thinking it was definitely related to the affair during PE class, Song Weiyang felt both jealous and excited. He lifted Ji Ning's leg onto his shoulder, viciously pressed down on her leg flesh, bent down, and licked her.
Ji Ning was so pleasured that tears welled in her eyes, and she opened her mouth in a silent gasp.
Right beside them were the chattering and playful sounds of classmates, but Song Weiyang was underneath her, wantonly scraping, grinding, and prodding her folds and entrance with his tongue. She could even hear the slurping sounds of his tongue stirring her wet cunt.
Afraid that classmates might hear, Ji Ning was so tense that her whole face flushed red, but the stimulation gave rise to intense excitement.
She pressed Song Weiyang's head helplessly, rubbing her leg against his back to alleviate the pleasure she could barely withstand.
Song Weiyang wasn't actually just licking her.
His lips and tongue kissed every inch of the soft flesh down there, leaving his scent—like a male dog marking its territory by pissing.
Actually, he had originally thought Ji Ning's lower half would smell of sex and semen, but she seemed to have cleaned up while on the toilet, leaving only a faint scent he could barely detect.
Song Weiyang felt a bit better, then continued licking while sliding his fingers into her little pussy to massage her.
Inside was damp, warm, and tight, clamping around his fingers in a very pleasant way. He massaged her inner walls and then scraped outward, drawing out quite a bit of slick, slippery fluid.
His cleaning-like fingering seemed to coincidentally please Ji Ning; her legs clamped around him tightly, making Song Weiyang wish she would wrap them around his waist like that.
Just like that, with simultaneous licking and thrusting, Ji Ning soon gripped the edge of the chair, her ass trembling as she orgasmed.
Song Weiyang pressed his lips against her entrance and sucked several times, drawing her juices into his mouth.
As luck would have it, the power came back in the teaching building at that moment. The classroom lights suddenly brightened, eliciting a chorus of regretful sighs.
Song Weiyang wiped his mouth, picked up the book he had thrown on the floor, and emerged from under the desk as if nothing had happened.
However, Ji Ning's face was flushed, her eyes moist, looking like a tear-stained beauty; any man would understand what had happened at a glance.
"Song Weiyang, Ji Ning, the Grade Director is calling you to the office." At that moment, someone stood at the back door of Class 10 and called out, directly naming the couple who had gone viral in that video on the forum.
Ji Ning's moist apricot eyes widened in terror.
The Grade Director—wasn't that Jiang Ting? What would she do if he saw her in this state?
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