Yang Haoran was panting heavily. Upon hearing those words, he drove his hips forward with force, slamming his thick cock deep into Xiao Shaowan’s tender pussy until it kissed her very core. Then he slowed his pace, sliding in and out as he asked in dissatisfaction, “How come I didn’t know about this?”
“Mmm~ Ahh~” Xiao Shaowan let out an enticing moan from the forceful thrust. Her rosy little mouth parted slightly as she murmured, “Master~~ Mmm~~ You forgot~~ Ahh~~ Last week~~ Mmm~~ You weren’t~~ At~~ School~~ Ahh~~”
“Huff~~ Pant~~ Wan Nu~~ Does it feel good~~ Getting fucked by your Master~~ Huff~~ I can feel~~ Your slutty pussy~~ Sucking on my cock~~ Just like your little mouth does~~ Pant~~”
Yang Haoran spoke between rough breaths. One hand slipped under the hem of Xiao Shaowan’s beige top, traveling up along the girl’s smooth, pale abdomen until it reached the two towering peaks. His large hand shoved her bra upward, fingers splaying wide to cup her soft, plush tits. He began kneading them vigorously.
“Mmmph~ So good~~ Master~~ Ahh~~ Fucking Wan Nu~~ Feels amazing~~ Mmm~~ Mmm~~ Wan Nu~~ Loves it when~~ Master~~ Fucks me~~ Mmm~~ Mmm~~ My~~ Slutty pussy~~ Ahh~~ Getting fucked by Master~~ Mmmph~~ Is Wan Nu’s~~ Honor~~ Ahh~~”
Xiao Shaowan’s face burned crimson. Yang Haoran’s blatant dirty talk made her uncomfortable—she still wasn’t used to it—but to satisfy his desires, she pushed down her inner shyness and complied, pouring out the words he wanted to hear.
As his large hand massaged her breasts, Xiao Shaowan’s flushed face showed no displeasure. Instead, she arched her back slightly lower, letting her tits hang like ripe teardrops from her chest, giving him full access to savor their texture.
Her breasts might not match her classmate Yang Mengyao’s, but she was confident they held their own against anyone else’s.
The soft, full mounds felt incredible in his grasp—like warm water wrapped in silk. Yang Haoran squeezed and kneaded them hard, his fingers sinking deep into the snowy flesh, molding it into ever-changing shapes.
Though they were a size smaller than his little sister Yaoyao’s massive tits, he could barely hold one in his palm. In terms of feel, they were every bit as good—silky smooth, bouncy, and utterly addictive. He gripped them like dough, thumbs and forefingers pinching her pink nipples and rolling them gently.
His hips kept a steady, unhurried rhythm, pumping slowly into her tight pussy. Waves of pleasure surged from his groin to his brain. Looking utterly blissed out, Yang Haoran savored the moment, using the slower pace for a brief rest. Then he asked, “Besides that senior, how many guys confessed to you this semester?”
Xiao Shaowan’s naked body glistened with sweat, her pale skin glowing with the flush of fresh passion. His current rhythm was perfect. As she felt her depths pierced once more by his scorching cock—searing her sensitive walls—she let out a soft moan. One hand left the railing to brush the stray locks from her forehead, and she replied, “Mmm~~ Mm-hmm~~ Wan Nu~~ Didn’t keep count~~ Probably a dozen or so~~ Mmm~~ Last semester~~ There were more~~ Ahh~~ Wan Nu~~ Turned them all down~~ Mmm~~ And one was~~ Xu Liang~~ Mm-hmm~~”
“Xu Liang?” Yang Haoran was surprised. Even a slacker like him had heard the name. Xu Liang was a campus legend since freshman year—a perennial top student, the ultimate straight-A overachiever. Handsome, mild-mannered, and effortlessly polite, anyone who saw him couldn’t help but call him a fine young gentleman.
In fact, droves of fangirls on campus hailed Xu Liang as the School Grass.
Yang Haoran didn’t think his own looks lost to the guy. Sure, as a slacker, he flew under the radar, but with his handsome face—setting grades aside—he still had his share of admirers.
He had a good impression of Xu Liang. A polite, handsome guy like that? No bad blood, so who could dislike him?
“How did he end up liking you?”
Fucking someone else’s crush felt incredible to Yang Haoran—especially when that someone was a big name like this. It thrilled him even more. He twisted his hips and slammed into Xiao Shaowan’s perky ass, sending ripples through her flesh. His thick cock buried itself between her pink folds, a trickle of glistening juices leaking out in obscene display. But right after the words left his mouth, he realized it was a stupid question.
With Xiao Shaowan’s beauty, no hot-blooded young guy could resist her. He himself had picked her as his test subject back then for the same reason—he liked her type.
Xiao Shaowan felt her pussy stretched again by his massive cock. She let out a muffled grunt, gripping the railing with both hands and pushing her ass back to match his thrusts. “Wan Nu…… Ahh…… Used to run into him a lot…… Mmm~~ Eventually he started~~ Huff~~ Mmm~~ Chatting me up~~ That’s how we met~~ Mmmph~~ Wan Nu~~ Mm-hmm~~ Knew he was~~ Ahh~~ Doing it on purpose~~ Ahh~~ Oh~~ It hurts~~ Go easy~~ Master~~”
At the end, a sharp pain shot through her breasts. She cried out in agony, feeling like they might burst. Yang Haoran’s fingers dug viciously into her pale titflesh, the overflowing softness nearly swallowing his hand whole.
A cold voice came from behind her.
“You knew, and you still chatted with him.”
“Master~” Pain creased Xiao Shaowan’s brow. Her face twisted in grievance as she pleaded softly, “Can you go easy? Wan Nu’s tits belong to Master. You’ll need them later to feed Master’s children.”
Even knowing she was buttering him up, Yang Haoran felt pleased by her submission. He eased his grip, caressing her full, soft breasts instead, fingers lightly teasing her nipples.
“That was last semester. Wan Nu hadn’t submitted to Master yet. The ‘chance encounters’—he only admitted it after confessing to me. I had no idea before.”
Feeling the brutal squeeze on her breasts relax into gentle strokes, Xiao Shaowan breathed a sigh of relief. She hurried to explain.
Truth be told, one or two run-ins were coincidence. But repeated, frequent meetings in such a big campus? She wasn’t stupid—she’d figured he was engineering them.
When he confessed, he’d been upfront about it, even whining about the effort it took. And just days before, her mom had been in a car accident, hospitalized. Lost in grief and despair, Xiao Shaowan had no interest in romance.
Timing was everything with Xu Liang’s confession. On any other day, she might have said yes—the guy was excellent, handsome, the whole package.
After the rejection, Xu Liang hadn’t given up. He’d just gone from overt pursuit to subtle. By then, though, she’d already met the devil himself.
