Chapter 64: Lun Sang High School (16)
Song Weiyang had originally left the gymnasium with a group of boys, but halfway he realized Ji Ning wasn't with them, so he turned back alone.
The various sports areas were all empty, everyone had long since left. Song Weiyang checked the equipment room; no one. Only the PE teacher's office remained.
The office door wasn't properly closed, just slightly ajar. Song Weiyang stood by the door, nudged it open a crack, and peered inside.
Beside the desk by the window, a girl with alluring long wavy hair sat straddling a man, leaning down and rubbing cheeks intimately with him.
The man's long, attractive hands gripped the girl's plump buttocks through her skirt, guiding her to grind back and forth against him.
They still had their clothes on, but the intimate, forceful motion still made any onlooker's throat tighten and body flush with heat.
Song Weiyang opened the door and walked into the office, closing and locking it behind him as he unbuttoned his shirt on the way.
Ji Ning heard the noise behind her, her heart leaping in fright, but when she turned and saw it was Song Weiyang, it took her a long moment to calm down.
She had only intended to say a few words to Xing Ye and never expected things to develop like this, so she forgot to close the door properly.
Xing Ye glanced at the intruder, and silently slid one hand up to tighten around Ji Ning's waist.
Seeing Song Weiyang click his tongue and about to speak, Ji Ning twisted her body to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down, then cupped his face and kissed him, whispering between kisses, "Zhao Jiamin is peeping through the window, don't blow our cover."
Song Weiyang responded instinctively, only then realizing they weren't having an affair behind his back but were forced to put on an act for the NPC, which made him feel much better.
In that case, since it's a fake act, why not enjoy it for real?
Thinking this, he held onto Ji Ning's hands that cupped his face, took her sweet tongue into his mouth, and licked it earnestly.
Ji Ning, still sitting on Xing Ye's lap, twisted her body to kiss Song Weiyang, leaving Xing Ye with nothing to do.
Unfazed, Xing Ye unhurriedly unbuttoned Ji Ning's clothes, pulling the collar aside to her shoulders to reveal the fair skin beneath her shirt.
She wore a French-style thin lace bralette without underwire; the soft dusty pink looked beautiful on her.
Xing Ye's fingers slowly traced over her neck and chest, sliding down, hooking the delicate strap of her bra and pulling it off her shoulder, then leaning down to kiss the exposed breast.
Then, he bit the edge of the bra and pulled it aside, his tongue teasing the tender little cherry in circles.
Ji Ning, still kissing Song Weiyang, jolted from the stimulation of her nipple being licked and the hot breath on her sensitive skin, accidentally sucking hard on Song Weiyang's tongue and almost biting it.
Her hands holding Song Weiyang's face unconsciously loosened, one hand dropping to support Xing Ye who was pressed against her chest, fingers threading into his hair.
Ji Ning's attention was diverted by Xing Ye's advances, and the rhythm of the kiss faltered.
Song Weiyang knew that if they kept kissing, he'd lose. How could kissing compete with breast worship?
So he withdrew his tongue, gave her lips a few parting pecks, pulled down the strap on her other side, and went straight to the point. He bent down and took the other breast into his mouth, using his oral pressure on the nipple to suck rapidly like a nursing infant, making Ji Ning's breast quiver.
"Ahh... ahh..." Ji Ning cried out lewdly, lost in the dual stimulation.
Both breasts were being serviced by two men: Xing Ye's light licking and slow kneading, pressing against the trembling flesh, sent unbearable tingles through her, while Song Weiyang's lingering sucking brought waves of mind-blanking pleasure.
Ji Ning looked down and saw two handsome faces—one cool, one sunny—devotedly sucking on her private pink buds. The lewd sight jolted her eyes and nerves, making her flush all over with arousal, toes curling, her moans growing longer and more melodious.
Zhao Jiamin, hiding behind a tree, had her last hopes completely shattered by this scene. Her eyes fixed on Ji Ning's face, beautifully flushed with lust, a mix of hatred and despair churning inside her.
The image of the head teacher's lecherous face humping on top of her flashed in her mind. Her fury subsided abruptly, tears welling up, and she turned away in a daze and left.
Inside the office, Xing Ye withdrew his peripheral vigilance, released Ji Ning's nipple but gave it two soothing licks, then said calmly, "She's gone."
Song Weiyang also ceased his fierce assault, but reluctant to let go, he kept the breast in his mouth and licked slowly.
Ji Ning stifled her moans, bracing her hands on Xing Ye's chest. Though feeling a bit empty, she still asked about business: "What did she come to say?"
Ji Ning's cheeks were pink, her eyes misty with desire, her legs clamped tightly around his, obviously wanting more. But her sense of propriety made her always put business first.
There was no rush anyway; how could Xing Ye bear to leave her unsatisfied?
"After we finish." He swept his long arm and yanked the curtain shut, blocking the window. Then he turned Ji Ning around, held her by the backs of her knees like holding a child to urinate, spreading her legs so she half-sat on his lap.
Song Weiyang immediately understood. He moved around in front of them, knelt between Ji Ning's legs, lifted her skirt, and ducked underneath.
This position made Ji Ning unbearably ashamed. She turned back to Xing Ye with a pleading look, but he firmly captured her lips with his mouth, not allowing her to resist.
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