After possessing the character, I realized that Fu, wearing stockings, really can't play rhythm games.

In the university girls' dormitory late at night, only a few windows were still lit. The curtains of the room closest to the stairs on the third floor were drawn tightly, and only a faint warm yellow light could be seen from the outside.

The camera lens passes through the glass, through the gap in the curtains, and lands on the desk by the window.

A girl wearing a beige knitted cardigan and a dark gray pleated skirt sat there, her long hair loosely tied back, revealing her fair neck. From behind, she leaned slightly forward, her shoulders swaying gently in a rhythmic motion, seemingly engrossed in her studies. A thick textbook lay open on her desk, next to a highlighter and notebook—everything seemed to perfectly embody the image of a top student diligently studying late into the night.

But if the camera zooms in a little more, you can see that her hands are not actually on the book.

Those long, slender, fair hands gripped a phone tightly, thumbs clicking and swiping rapidly across the screen, almost blurring the view. The screen's light illuminated her slightly flushed cheeks and tightly pursed lips. On the screen, vibrant musical notes fell in rhythm, exploding into a series of dazzling special effects.

"Tsk...it broke again!"

Lin Wanqing—or rather, Chen Mo, who was currently occupying the consciousness of this body—couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath. The voice was a clear female voice, but the irritation and resentment in her tone belonged entirely to a boy engrossed in playing a game.

Her—or rather, his—breathing was rapid, his chest heaving with the intense movements of his fingers. Beneath his off-white knitted cardigan, his full breasts, unbound by a bra, swayed uncontrollably, his erect nipples rubbing against the soft cashmere fabric, sending waves of subtle yet distinct tingling sensations through him. Chen Mo could clearly feel the friction, even feel his nipples hardening and aching slightly, but his attention was entirely focused on the track on the screen that was about to complete its loop.

A leg encased in black stockings emerged from beneath the pleated skirt, toes barely touching the ground, ankle trembling involuntarily. The black stockings clung tightly to the thigh, outlining a full, voluptuous curve, completely different from the slender lines of bare legs, possessing a restrained yet elastic fullness. The sound of the stockings rubbing together was faint, but in the quiet dormitory room, a subtle rustling sound could still be heard.

"Damn it... Old Huang, that bastard, how did he train his hand speed..." Lin Wanqing's lips moved, uttering a complaint tinged with obvious lust. Her eyes—or rather, Chen Mo's—were fixed on the screen, a bead of sweat even appearing on his forehead.

Just half an hour ago, Chen Mo was just an ordinary sophomore boy, dragging his suitcase back to school a day early. As he passed by the girls' dormitory, he saw a girl standing at the door of the dormitory supervisor's office, seemingly talking to the supervisor.

The girl was tall and slender, with waist-length hair. She wore a well-tailored light gray suit skirt over a white silk blouse, sheer black stockings, and black low-heeled shoes. Most striking was her figure—the blouse was stretched taut by her astonishingly full breasts, the buttons seemingly about to burst open, while her waist was incredibly slender, and her hips were rounded and full beneath the skirt. She tilted her head slightly, revealing her beautifully contoured profile and neck. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, giving her an air of intellectualism and fragility. However, the combination of her ascetic attire and her voluptuous figure created a striking and arousing contrast.

Chen Mo was so engrossed that he couldn't move.

The small head controlled the big head, and the decision was made almost instantly. He looked around and found that there weren't many people downstairs yet. He immediately dragged his suitcase into his male dormitory, climbed to the third floor as fast as he could, threw his luggage onto Old Huang's bed next to his, which hadn't arrived yet, and lay down on his own bed, closing his eyes.

Deep within his consciousness, some indescribable "ability" was activated. His perspective began to drift, as if his soul had left his body, passing through walls and corridors, quickly locking onto the beautiful figure downstairs who had just finished speaking with the dormitory manager and was turning to leave.

The possession process was almost entirely unimpeded. Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, his consciousness easily squeezed into the depths of the body's original consciousness, temporarily taking over control.

Lin Wanqing's body swayed suddenly, almost falling forward. Chen Mo quickly steadied himself, and at the same time, an unprecedented surge of perception rushed up.

First comes the visual sense—the line of sight is higher, the world seems clearer, the slight pressure of the wire-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, the details of distant objects… Then comes the sense of smell, a faint scent mingled with shampoo, body fragrance, and a barely perceptible perfume lingering at the tip of the nose. Next comes the sense of touch—the smooth feel of clothing fabric against the skin, the slight tightness of stockings encasing the legs, the space for the toes to move within the leather shoes…

The most intense sensation was the heavy, soft weight on my chest that trembled gently with the movement of my body.

Chen Mo—currently Lin Wanqing—looked down and saw her proud breasts, almost bursting out of her shirt buttons, right in front of him. Even through the white silk shirt and the thin bra underneath, the two prominent nipples were clearly visible. Almost instinctively, he raised his hand and pressed it against her through her clothes.

So soft…and so big. One hand couldn't even hold it. The sensation from his fingertips was exquisite—the fullness, elasticity, and warmth, combined with the smoothness of the silk shirt, made him momentarily dizzy. He couldn't resist gently kneading it, immediately feeling the nipples harden further in his palm, rubbing against the shirt lining and sending a jolt of electric pleasure through him.

"Mmm..." An uncontrollable soft moan escaped from "Lin Wanqing's" throat, her voice delicate and melodious, making Chen Mo's heart flutter.

But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of several boys dragging suitcases towards them from the dormitory intersection in the distance. Chen Mo was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, suppressing the burning desire and urge to continue exploring. Now was not the time.

He—or rather, she—took a deep breath, trying to imitate the slightly aloof and elegant posture Lin Wanqing had just witnessed as she walked, and strode towards the girls' dormitory. Her stockinged thighs rubbed against each other, making an alluring sound. With each step, her heaving breasts swayed, her nipples constantly rubbing against her shirt and bra. This subtle, persistent stimulation made Chen Mo's steps somewhat difficult, and her lower body even began to react inappropriately—although this body didn't currently possess that organ, the excitement and desire were universal.

Back in the empty dorm room (her roommates wouldn't arrive until tomorrow), Chen Mo locked the door, drew the curtains, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't wait to thoroughly "examine" his new body.

Walking to his desk, he first took off his slightly restrictive blazer, then his fingers trembled as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. He unbuttoned two, then slipped his hand inside, groping for the bra clasp at the back. With a little effort—after all, he'd never unhooked a woman's bra before—he finally managed a soft "snap," and the bra came undone. Almost simultaneously, his long-bound breasts sprang free, hanging heavily on his chest, the rosy nipples trembling slightly in the air, already erect like pebbles from the previous friction.

Chen Mo looked down, his breathing quickening again. He reached out and grasped it directly, this time without any fabric to obstruct the view, his palm pressed against the smooth, warm skin. The sensation... was indescribable. He greedily kneaded it, feeling the fullness of the breast overflowing between his fingers, his thumb flicking at the erect nipple, waves of intense pleasure exploding from his chest and shooting down his spine.

With his other hand, he lifted the pleated skirt and slipped his fingers inside. His fingers easily touched his already slightly damp private parts—he'd long ago found his underwear in the way and secretly ripped it off and threw it in the trash on the way back to his dorm. His fingertips traced the delicate petals, feeling the warmth and slipperiness there. Chen Mo's throat went dry, and he was about to take further action…

Ding-dong.

The phone screen on the desk suddenly lit up, and the WeChat notification sound was exceptionally crisp.

Chen Mo paused, glancing at it with some annoyance. It was a message from "Old Huang".

Old Huang: "Brother Mo, are you back yet? Log in! New event in 'Rhythm Master,' let's have a PK! Watch Daddy teach you a lesson!"

Chen Mo: "..."

He glanced at his current state—his clothes half-undone, his large breasts exposed, the view beneath his skirt breathtaking, his fingers still lingering on that sensitive, moist entrance. He then looked at the arrogant rhythm game invitation on his phone.

A feeling of utter absurdity welled up inside me.

But whether it was out of competitiveness, or a desire to see what it felt like to play rhythm games with this body and these obviously more slender and agile hands, or perhaps just the fighting spirit ignited by Lao Huang's irritating tone... Chen Mo, as if possessed, hastily wiped the wetness between her legs with the hand that was still under her skirt, then pulled it out, pulled up her skirt, and without even bothering to fully put on her bra and shirt, sat down at the desk with her chest half open and picked up her phone.

"Fine, I'll fight you with my tits!" he muttered, and opened the game.

And so, the scene at the beginning occurred.

Lin Wanqing sat at her desk, seemingly quiet, but in reality, she was frantically tapping her phone screen with both hands. Her cleavage was partially exposed, her breasts swaying, and her black-stockinged legs were shaking incessantly. She was also cursing from time to time, saying things like "Old Huang, you noob," "How could you lose like this?" and "Just wait, I'll definitely beat you next time!"

The light from the rhythm game effects flickered on her face, sweat trickled down her temples, and dripped onto her collarbone. The neckline of her knitted cardigan had long since slipped below her shoulder, leaving one breast almost completely exposed. It bounced up and down with her vigorous movements, the nipple standing erect and rosy. Her skirt had also ridden up considerably due to her sitting posture and leg-shaking motions, revealing glimpses of her thighs encased in black stockings.

Another game ended, and the word "FAILED" appeared on the screen.

"Damn it!" Chen Mo—or rather, Lin Wanqing—slammed her phone on the table in anger, leaning back so the chair creaked. Her large breasts jiggled violently with the movement, sending a tingling, unsettling sensation through her.

He was panting, feeling that the desire deep within him, aroused by the game and his earlier self-stimulation, had not subsided but instead intensified due to the frustration of consecutive losses and his body's sensitivity. His crotch was soaked, and he could feel a distinct damp coolness in the crotch of his stockings.

My phone vibrated again.

Old Huang: "Haha, Brother Mo, you're not doing so well today! Giving in too much? Were you up to something naughty? (laughs)"

Chen Mo looked at the message, then looked down at her disheveled, aroused body, and a wicked thought suddenly popped into her head.

He picked up his phone, turned on the camera, and switched to the front-facing camera.

The camera immediately captured the face of an intellectual beauty with a flushed complexion and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but her eyes held a hint of roguishness and desire. The camera panned down, passing over her slender neck and delicate collarbone, before settling on her snow-white, full breasts that rose and fell slightly with her breath, one nipple fully exposed to the air, its rosy color alluring.

Chen Mo licked his slightly dry lips and pressed the record button.

He spoke slowly into the camera in Lin Wanqing's clear, cool yet slightly delicate voice:

"Old Huang...you, you wait...next time, next time I'll definitely beat you..."

He deliberately softened his voice, sounding slightly breathless. After speaking, he even stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked his lower lip in front of the camera.

Then, stop recording.

He didn't send it. He just saved the short video on his phone.

Looking at the "himself" on the screen, eyes brimming with desire and breasts half-exposed, Chen Mo felt the fire in his lower abdomen burning ever brighter. He put down his phone, and his hands once again uncontrollably climbed up to the pair of heavy, soft breasts on his chest, kneading them forcefully.

"Mmm..." A satisfied sigh escaped from Lin Wanqing's lips.

On the desk, textbooks and notebooks remained open, while the highlighter had rolled to one side. Their owner, however, was currently engrossed in an even more "intense" "game," completely absorbed.

The night outside the window grew even darker.

——————

Chen Mo—or rather, Chen Mo, whose consciousness was now occupying Lin Wanqing's body—forcefully kneaded the pair of heavy, soft breasts on her chest with both hands. His fingertips dug into her breasts and then bounced back, bringing waves of heart-pounding satisfaction and pleasure. Her nipples were already hard and painful, and under the manipulation of his fingertips, they constantly sent electric shock-like stimulation through her.

As he massaged, he looked down at her heaving breasts, the two rosy nipples standing out starkly against her fair skin. The combined visual and tactile stimulation rapidly heated her young, sensitive body, and the honey-like fluid welling up between her legs had soaked through her stockings, creating a damp, sticky, and cool sensation.

"Damn...that's fucking awesome..." he panted, uttering vulgar words in Lin Wanqing's voice, the contrast making him even more excited.

The anger and competitiveness that Lao Huang had just stirred up now mixed with his surging lust, transforming into a wicked impulse to play tricks on someone. He picked up his phone and found the short video he had just recorded—on the screen, "Lin Wanqing" had a dazed look in her eyes, her breasts half-exposed, and her tongue lightly licking her red lips; the seductive charm hidden beneath her cool exterior was simply deadly.

Without hesitation, he clicked send and quickly typed a few words.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo): "Gone soft? Then come and touch it yourself~ (smiles) If you're not satisfied, come again, you yellow dog, watch Daddy use these big tits to rub you on the ground!"

send.

Almost immediately, the phone started vibrating wildly.

Old Huang: "?????????"

Old Huang: "????????? Senior Wanqing???"

Old Huang: "Holy crap????! Brother Mo, your phone was taken by Senior Wanqing???"

Old Huang: "Wait... this video... Holy crap holy crap holy crap!!!"

Old Huang: "Senior, you...?!"

Seeing Lao Huang's incoherent, shocked, and confused message, Chen Mo couldn't help but burst out laughing. The laughter was melodious but the content was extremely malicious: "Idiot, I'm so scared."

He didn't reply immediately, tossing his phone aside and returning his hands to his chest, kneading them even more wantonly. His fingertips pinched the erect nipples, twisting them forcefully, sending a surge of intense, tingling pleasure straight to his head, causing him to tilt his head back and let out a long, sweet moan.

"Mmm... Ah..."

Desire had consumed him, almost robbing him of his reason. He freed one hand, lifted his pleated skirt, and slipped his fingers directly into the already soaked crotch of his stockings. His fingertips easily parted the delicate, moist petals, pressed against the already swollen clitoris, and gently pressed—

"Ugh!" My body trembled violently as intense pleasure surged through my entire body like a high-voltage electric current.

He leaned back in his chair, his legs unconsciously spread wide apart, one leg clad in black stockings draped over the armrest of another chair. The stockings, stretched taut by the movement, outlined the full curves of his thigh and the dark, wet patch between his thighs. His other hand was still tirelessly kneading his breasts, deforming the flesh between his fingers, making his nipples even more red, swollen, and vibrant.

My fingers began to circle around the entrance of her flower, feeling the heat and moisture there, and then I tentatively inserted one of them.

The tight, moist, and layered flesh immediately adhered to me, bringing an unprecedented feeling of being enveloped. The delicate and sensitive internal structure belonging to a woman was invaded by my fingers, and the feedback sent back to my brain was wave after wave of tingling and emptiness.

"Ah... um... so, so comfortable..." Lin Wanqing's lips parted slightly, uttering muffled moans. Chen Mo's consciousness was immersed in the pleasure of this body, and he began to instinctively thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of that tight passage.

The gurgling, gurgling sounds of water were particularly clear in the quiet dormitory.

Her other hand joined the fray, her thumb rapidly rubbing and circling her clitoris while the other fingers continued to move in and out of her vagina. The double stimulation caused her body to tremble violently, her large breasts swaying even more, the nipples rubbing against the air and occasionally brushing against her clothes, bringing a continuous stream of subtle pleasure.

His phone was still vibrating beside him, with messages from Lao Huang coming in one after another, but Chen Mo couldn't care less. All he wanted now was to reach his peak within this beautiful body.

"Old Huang...you...loser..." he cursed intermittently as he vigorously dug into his clitoris, his voice broken by pleasure, "You can't even beat me in a rhythm game...you piece of trash...uhhh..."

The fingers moved faster and faster, and the pressure on the clitoris increased. Her body tensed like a bow, her lower abdomen twitched slightly, and a strong premonition of something breaking through rose from deep within her lower abdomen.

Just as things were on the verge of exploding, fragmented images and emotional pieces suddenly flooded into Chen Mo's consciousness.

—In the library, head down reading, she could always feel the lingering, unsettling gazes of boys opposite or to her, fixed on her chest. She could only clutch her books to her chest or pull her coat tighter.

—In summer, wearing a slightly fitted T-shirt drew uncomfortable stares and whispers on the street. She started buying only loose-fitting sportswear.

—During her student council interview, the senior's gaze kept lingering on her neckline, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. Although she passed, she felt no joy.

—"Lin Wanqing? Oh, that senior with the big breasts." Hearing such comments behind her back filled her with disgust and helplessness.

—She hated sports because the jiggle of her breasts while running was not only uncomfortable but also attracted attention. She hated taking the bus because she was always being brushed against, intentionally or unintentionally, in crowded situations.

—She actually… hated her overly large breasts. They were a burden, a nuisance, the focus of others' gazes, not herself.

These fragmented memories and emotions, carrying Lin Wanqing's original shame, anger, and helplessness, surged into Chen Mo's consciousness like a tidal wave. At the very moment these fragments appeared, the physical pleasure also reached its breaking point.

"Haaah—! No, don't look... Ahhh—!!!"

Lin Wanqing's body arched violently, a high-pitched scream bursting from her throat, a mixture of resistance and **** pleasure. Her legs spasmed violently, clamping tightly around the moving hand. A gush of scalding, astonishingly abundant love fluid gushed from the depths of her flower cave as if she had lost control of her bladder, splashing onto her fingers, stockings, skirt, and even onto the chair legs and the floor.

It gushed out.

The violent spasms lasted for nearly ten seconds before she slumped into the chair, as if her bones had been removed, gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently. Her large breasts were covered with red marks and sweat stains from being vigorously kneaded, and her nipples remained hard and swollen.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, hung limply, trembling slightly. Between her legs was a mess; the soaked stockings and skirt clung to her skin, still dripping clear liquid.

Chen Mo was also immersed in the afterglow and exhaustion of the body's climax, while digesting the memory fragments belonging to Lin Wanqing that he had just acquired.

Oh, I see... You hate being seen.

He looked down at his disheveled, sticky body, exuding a strong aura of lust, especially his full breasts that tempted one to commit a crime, and an indescribable smile appeared on his lips.

My phone vibrated again.

Old Huang: "Senior??? Are you alright??? Um... the video... I... (complex expression)"

Chen Mo picked up his phone with his still slightly trembling hand, looked at the reflection of Lin Wanqing on the screen, whose face was still flushed and whose eyes were glazed, and slowly typed.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo): "Just now... I accidentally pressed the wrong button (shy). Can the video be deleted?"

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo): "Also... don't tell anyone, okay? (pitiful)"

After sending the message, he placed his phone face down on the table, ignoring Lao Huang, who was probably already in an uproar.

After resting for a few minutes and recovering a bit, Chen Mo stood up, his body still sore, and walked to the dressing mirror in his dormitory.

The mirror reflected a tall, slender girl with slightly disheveled long hair, glasses slipped down to her nose, and clothes in disarray. Her off-white cardigan had slipped off her shoulder, revealing half of her snow-white breast and swollen nipple. Her pleated skirt was wrinkled, the hem and black stockings stained with dark water, and the stockings at the top of her thighs were even torn. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes still held the languor of a post-orgasmic climax and a hint of…a playful and controlling gleam that didn't belong to Lin Wanqing.

Chen Mo reached out and, through the mirror, lightly touched the girl's chest in the mirror, those full breasts that had troubled him (and her).

"Really..." he said softly, his voice hoarse with a hint of amusement, "...a good body."

He decided to thoroughly "explore" the place tonight. After all, his roommates wouldn't arrive until tomorrow.

——————

The next afternoon, sunlight streamed lazily through the windows of the boys' dormitory onto Chen Mo's bed.

Chen Mo woke up groggily, his stomach growling with hunger. He had been writhing in "Lin Wanqing's" body until late last night, finally becoming so exhausted that he had unknowingly broken free of the possession and returned to his own bed. He slept soundly and didn't wake up until after 2 p.m.

He got up, feeling a sudden emptiness in his body—not a mental one, but a real one; his stomach was churning with hunger, and his limbs felt weak. It seemed that possessing and controlling other people's bodies had taken a toll on his own body.

The dormitory was quiet, except for some movement from Lao Huang's bed. The tall, muscular, dark-skinned guy was wearing headphones, muttering to himself while swiping his fingers across his phone screen, clearly playing that rhythm game again.

Chen Mo didn't rush to greet him. He tiptoed out of bed, rummaged through the cracks of a packet of instant noodles, found two sausages, and started boiling water. While waiting for the water to boil, he secretly glanced at Lao Huang a few times.

Old Huang seemed... a little distracted. Between games, he would occasionally pick up his phone to glance at it, then put it down again, his expression somewhat conflicted, and his ears even seemed a little red.

Chen Mo chuckled inwardly. It seemed the "power" of last night's video and news was still escalating.

He wolfed down his instant noodles with sausage, finally feeling some strength return. His body was full, but a certain "craving" began to stir again. He lay back down on his bed, closed his eyes, and pretended to catch up on sleep.

His consciousness sank deep, once again activating that peculiar "ability." His perspective shifted, passing through walls and corridors, easily locking onto that familiar figure in the girls' dormitory building once more.

At this moment, "Lin Wanqing" was sitting at her desk, seemingly organizing her notes. She had changed her clothes, wearing a light blue shirt with a beige knee-length skirt, and she was still wearing sheer black stockings. Her long hair was draped smoothly over her shoulders, and her profile was quiet, making her look like a typical good student.

Chen Mo's consciousness, like a weary bird returning to its nest, merged once again into that warm and soft body.

After a brief moment of disorientation and adjustment, "Lin Wanqing" blinked and put down her pen. She (he) moved her fingers, feeling the refreshing sensation in this body that was different from last night—clearly, after he left last night, the real Lin Wanqing's consciousness returned, she cleaned up the mess, took a shower, and changed her clothes.

But that's perfect; it makes it easier for him to move around.

Chen Mo, controlling Lin Wanqing's body, picked up his phone and found Lao Huang's WeChat. He carefully considered his tone, mimicking Lin Wanqing's usual slightly aloof yet polite manner, and began typing.

Lin Wanqing: "Huang, are you there? This is Lin Wanqing."

Lin Wanqing: "Regarding last night...the video incident, I'd like to talk to you in person, is that convenient?"

Lin Wanqing: "Also, about the rhythm game battle you mentioned yesterday, I've thought about it and I'm actually a little interested. How about...we do it again?"

My phone vibrated shortly after I sent the message.

Old Huang: "Senior! (Shocked)"

Old Huang: "So convenient! Where do you want to play, senior?"

Old Huang: "PK? Uh... Senior, you play rhythm games too? Sure, sure! I'm always ready! (Scratches head and chuckles)"

Seeing Lao Huang's reply, which was clearly filled with nervousness and excitement, Chen Mo almost burst out laughing. He suppressed his laughter and continued typing.

Lin Wanqing: "There aren't many people on the second floor of the cafeteria right now, is it okay if we go there? By the way... I'd also like to hear your thoughts on what happened yesterday."

Lin Wanqing: "Yeah, I just do it occasionally."

Old Huang: "Okay, senior! I'll be right there!"

Done.

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) put down her phone, stood up, and tidied her appearance in front of the full-length mirror. The girl in the mirror had a beautiful face and a straight posture. The top button of her shirt was fastened meticulously, the length of her skirt was just right, and her legs, wrapped in black stockings, were straight and long. Anyone who saw her would think she looked dignified and intellectual.

Only in those eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses did a mischievous glint flash.

The second floor of the cafeteria at around 3 PM was so empty you could almost hear an echo. Sunlight streamed through the huge glass windows, falling on the gleaming tables and chairs, making it seem somewhat deserted. Only a man and a woman sat in a corner by the window.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) sat there elegantly, a glass of untouched lemonade in front of her. Old Huang, sitting opposite her, seemed a little awkward, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet. His eyes kept glancing at the cool and beautiful face opposite him before quickly looking away, his face revealing undisguised tension and... a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.

"Senior... about last night's video..." Old Huang scratched his head, and after a long pause, he finally spoke, "I... I've already deleted it! Really! I didn't tell anyone!" He quickly raised his hand to assure him.

"Yes, thank you." Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) nodded slightly, her voice calm. "It was my own carelessness that caused you trouble."

"No, no, no! It's no trouble at all!" Old Huang waved his hand hastily, his face turning even redder.

"Then...PK?" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) changed the subject at the right time, took out her phone, and saw a familiar rhythm game interface on the screen.

When the game was mentioned, Lao Huang visibly relaxed and his eyes lit up: "Great! Senior, come on! I won't go easy on you just because you're a senior!"

"I don't need you to give way." Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) smiled faintly.

The two entered their respective game rooms, selected a challenging song, and began playing.

Fingers danced across the screen, notes exploding. Chen Mo struggled to control Lin Wanqing's slender hands, trying to keep up with the rhythm. But perhaps this body wasn't quite used to such high-speed controls, or perhaps Old Huang was truly skilled at rhythm games; gradually, Chen Mo began to fall behind again.

As he watched the "Miss" messages appear on the screen and the score gap widen, Chen Mo's competitive spirit and frustration resurfaced. At the same time, the secret excitement he had felt yesterday in this body, stirred up by the game and competition, began to resurface.

He glanced at Lao Huang across from him, who was completely focused and whose fingers were moving so fast they were blurry, then looked down at his own chest—his light blue shirt today wasn't as sheer as yesterday's silk shirt, but the neckline was a bit looser, and from his angle, he could vaguely see the shadow of his cleavage.

An idea popped into my head.

In a scene that required rapid typing with both hands, Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) deliberately let out a soft "Ouch!" and leaned forward slightly as he operated the controls. While his left hand was rapidly clicking on the screen, his right arm seemed to lift slightly unintentionally and brush against the edge of the table.

This movement caused her upper body to lean forward further, and her ample bosom, which was barely concealed by her shirt, pressed gently against the table. The change in posture caused the shirt collar to open slightly, revealing a glimpse of alluring white cleavage and the subtle curve beneath the shirt from Old Huang's downward angle.

Old Huang seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye, his finger suddenly paused, and a glaring "Miss" appeared on the screen.

"Tsk, getting distracted?" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) raised her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips behind her glasses, and said softly, "Huang, remember to concentrate."

Old Huang's face flushed red, and he quickly looked down at the screen, saying, "No, no! Continue!"

But then, his movements became noticeably less fluid, and his gaze kept drifting towards the opponent. Chen Mo noticed this and chuckled inwardly, while his hands still "barely" kept up.

Another game lost. "FAILED" popped up on the screen.

"Sigh, I still can't beat you." Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) sighed, her voice tinged with frustration. She leaned back and casually crossed her legs. Her calves and ankles, encased in black sheer stockings, swayed gently in the air, and her gleaming black leather shoes reflected the afternoon sun.

Old Huang's gaze involuntarily followed the swaying black-stockinged legs, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"How about... another round?" Old Huang's voice was a little dry.

"Take a break first," Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) said, making an even bolder move. She lowered her leg, which had been crossed over, and then, under the table, gently kicked off the little black leather shoe.

Her jade-like feet, clad in thin black stockings, were exposed to the air, her toes slightly curled, the arch of her foot beautifully curved. As if she had simply been sitting for a while and wanted to relax, she stretched her foot forward, the instep of her foot unintentionally brushing against Old Huang's calf, which was resting under the table.

Old Huang's body suddenly stiffened, as if he had been electrocuted.

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) maintained her calm expression, as if nothing had happened. She even picked up her lemonade, took a small sip, and sighed, "My legs are getting numb from sitting so long." As she spoke, her black-stockinged foot darted forward again, this time the toe lightly brushing against the fabric of Lao Huang's pants on the outside of his thigh.

Old Huang's breathing became noticeably heavy, his hands on the table trembled slightly, and his gaze was fixed on Lin Wanqing across from him, but he dared not look directly into her eyes. His eyes darted around, and his ears were so red they were almost bleeding.

He could feel something beneath his pants uncontrollably awakening and swelling, creating a noticeable tent in his crotch. And under the table, a foot, clad in thin stockings and with a delicate, slightly cool touch, was still subtly rubbing against him.

"Huang?" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) seemed to only then notice his unusual expression, tilting her head slightly and showing concern. "What's wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no!" Old Huang practically growled, his voice hoarse with suppressed emotion. He stood up abruptly, the movement so sudden it caused the chair to slide back an inch. "I...I'm going to the restroom!"

After saying that, he practically fled in panic.

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) watched his hurried departure to the bathroom, and finally couldn't help but smile, revealing a smug grin. He looked down at his own mischievous black-stockinged foot under the table, and his toes twitched playfully.

Not long after, Old Huang returned. The flush on his face had subsided somewhat, but his eyes were still somewhat evasive, and he deliberately kept his legs together when he sat down. However, Chen Mo could keenly sense that the bulge in his pants hadn't completely disappeared.

"Want to play again?" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) waved her phone, her tone as usual.

"Play!" As if to prove something, Lao Huang immediately picked up his phone and re-entered the game, but his eyes clearly showed more impatience.

A new game began. This time, Chen Mo no longer "reluctantly" tried to catch up. He controlled Lin Wanqing's fingers, but his skills still couldn't match Lao Huang's level, and the score gap widened again. But under the table, that bare, black-stockinged foot began to act even more brazenly.

It first gently stepped on Lao Huang's shoes, then rubbed up his calf little by little. The smooth touch of the stockings and the soft pressure of the soles of his feet were clearly transmitted through the thin fabric of his summer trousers.

Old Huang's fingers began to tremble, and more and more "Miss" appeared on the screen. He wanted to squeeze his legs together, but dared not make any sudden movements.

The foot finally brushed against his inner thigh, and then, seemingly unintentionally, the side of the foot gently pressed against the hard, hot, bulging bulge in his crotch.

"Hmm..." Old Huang groaned, his body trembling violently, and he almost dropped his phone on the table. He suddenly looked up at Lin Wanqing opposite him, his eyes filled with shock, panic, and a suppressed desire that had been aroused to the ****.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) seemed still focused on the game, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was very dissatisfied with her lagging score. However, the foot under the table began to gently rub the outline of the hard penis up and down with the sole and side of the foot.

The smoothness of the stockings, the soft warmth of the soles of the feet, combined with the subtle pressure and angle of friction...

Old Huang's breathing became completely erratic, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He gritted his teeth, trying to finish the game, but the waves of pleasurable stimulation surging through his lower body made it impossible for him to concentrate. The musical notes on the screen had long since become a jumbled mess.

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) was secretly delighted to see his **** composure. He (or she) simply put down his phone in a "self-destructive" manner and sighed, "I really can't beat you after all."

As she spoke, her actions under the table intensified. No longer content with merely rubbing against his trousers, her toes deftly found the zipper and gently teased it. Then, she pressed her entire foot against it, mimicking the rhythm of intercourse, rubbing back and forth, her sole pressed tightly against his rock-hard shaft.

"Senior...Senior sister..." Old Huang's voice trembled uncontrollably. He gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, his eyes reddening with pleasure and shame. "No...don't do this..."

"What do you mean?" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) finally looked up at him, her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses clear, her tone carrying just the right amount of doubt, "Huang, you look very hot? You're sweating."

As they spoke, they even leaned forward slightly, as if to get closer for a better look. This movement caused their ample breasts to press against the table again, slightly deforming the shirt collar and making the curve more pronounced. The rubbing of the foot under the table intensified with the forward lean, becoming even faster!

"Ugh...!" Old Huang finally couldn't help but let out a short, suppressed growl. His body tensed up suddenly, he leaned back, and his waist twitched violently a few times.

Hot liquid gushed out through the pants, soaking through the underwear and pants fabric, and some could even be felt splashing onto the still-moving black-stockinged foot.

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) could clearly feel the waves of hot pulses and spurting sensations coming from the soles of her feet. The sticky, warm touch, transmitted through the thin stockings to the skin of her feet, brought a strange, conquering, and lewd stimulation.

At the same time, as the pleasure of footjob surged, Lin Wanqing's body seemed to be struck by an electric current. An uncontrollable spasm contracted deep within her flower-like opening, and a stream of warm love fluid gushed out, soaking her panties and the crotch of her stockings. Her large breasts, pressed against the edge of the table, had nipples that were painfully hard, rubbing against the fabric of her shirt.

The pleasure of orgasm struck both of them almost simultaneously—though in completely different forms.

After ejaculating, Lao Huang slumped in his chair, his chest heaving violently. His face was blank with the aftereffects of ejaculation and filled with immense shame. He dared not look at the person opposite him, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the ceiling.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) was also breathing slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaving. She slowly pulled her black-stockinged foot, which was covered in sticky semen, back from between Lao Huang's legs, her toes curling up as she felt the slippery, sticky discomfort and a secret excitement on the stockings.

The air was filled with the faint scent of photinia flowers and an awkward silence.

After a long while, Lao Huang seemed to recover. He lowered his head, his voice barely audible, filled with shame: "Senior... I'm sorry... I... I couldn't control myself... I..."

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) didn't speak immediately. She (he) picked up a tissue from the table, slowly wiped her hands, and then did something that surprised Lao Huang.

She (or he) stood up, but did not leave. Instead, she took the glass of lemonade, walked around to the table on Lao Huang's side, and sat down next to him.

The two sat side by side, their shoulders almost touching. From this angle, Lao Huang could smell Lin Wanqing's faint fragrance more clearly, as well as... a faint, lingering, warm, and moist scent unique to women, produced after their earlier exercise (or rather, flirting).

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) turned her body slightly towards Lao Huang, placing one hand naturally on the back of his chair, her fingers close to the back of his neck. Her other hand was placed under the table on her own lap.

From Lao Huang's perspective, the senior was just standing a little close, as if they were whispering to each other, and their posture even seemed a bit intimate, but not too inappropriate.

Only Chen Mo himself knew what the hand resting on his lap under the table was doing.

Her pleated skirt rode up slightly as she sat, revealing more of her thighs covered in black stockings. A hand stealthily slipped inside the hem, groping for the already soaked crotch of the stockings and the edge of her panties. Then, her fingertips deftly slipped inside, directly touching the entrance to her wet, muddy, still slightly twitching vulva.

"Mmm..." A very soft, nasal moan escaped from Lin Wanqing's throat, and because they were so close, it was almost right next to Lao Huang's ear.

Old Huang's body shuddered again; his lower body, which had just released its pent-up desire, was starting to rise again. He sat stiffly, not daring to move.

"Last night's video..." Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) leaned closer, almost touching Lao Huang's ear, and whispered, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "You actually... really wanted to see more, didn't you?"

Old Huang's pupils contracted sharply, his heart pounded, and he wanted to deny it, but his body's most honest reaction and his earlier loss of composure left him speechless.

Under the table, Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) fingers had already begun to move. Her middle finger gently inserted into the wet, tight passage, starting to move in and out lightly at the entrance, while her thumb pressed against the swollen clitoris, gently circling it. A secret pleasure surged up like a tide, and her (his) body trembled slightly. The hand resting on the back of Old Huang's chair unconsciously curled its fingers, the fingertips lightly tracing the skin of Old Huang's nape.

Old Huang felt like his brain was about to explode. The senior was so close, her fragrance lingering, her breath sweet as orchids, and her words so direct and provocative... And beside his legs, he could still feel the senior's black-stockinged foot that had just committed the mischief retract, and now one foot (presumably the one that hadn't been stained with semen) was curled up on the chair, while the other foot... he seemed to have subconsciously grabbed her ankle?

He looked down and realized that, without realizing it, his hand had already grasped his senior's bare ankle, which was only covered by black stockings. The foot moved slightly but did not pull away.

He felt the smooth texture of the stockings in his palm and the warmth of her skin on his ankle. He held that foot as if it were a precious, burning treasure, afraid to tighten his grip or let go.

The senior student had her other hand on the back of his chair, her upper body almost leaning on the table, her face turned to the side, her gold-rimmed glasses slightly slipped down, her eyes behind the lenses half-closed, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted, breathing softly and intermittently, as if she was trying her best to endure something.

To outsiders, they might just appear to be a close-knit pair of upperclassmen, whispering intimately in a corner of the empty cafeteria. The girl even looked a little tired, almost slumped over the table.

Only under the table, two secret and fierce "wars" are taking place.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo)'s fingers rapidly thrust and probed inside her soaked vulva, accumulating pleasure. Old Huang, holding her ankle, unconsciously began to rub her ankle bone under her stockings with his thumb, while his other hand gripped his semi-erect penis, slowly and repressively stroking it in his semen-soaked, disheveled pants.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting the two people's shadows onto the smooth floor. The shadows were very close together and swayed slightly.

“Old Huang…” Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) finally spoke again, her voice trembling with the seductive allure of someone on the verge of climax, still close to Old Huang’s ear, “You…you’re such a bad guy…”

The moment the words left her lips, her body tensed abruptly. Her hands, which had been resting on the back of Old Huang's chair, gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his flesh through his T-shirt. Under the table, his fingers plunged in, pressing and rubbing her clitoris forcefully!

"Haa...!"

An uncontrollable, sweet moan, tinged with tears, finally escaped her lips. Her flower-like opening contracted violently, and another gush of warm love fluid flowed out, running down her fingers and inner thighs, soaking her stockings even more.

Almost simultaneously, Lao Huang let out a muffled groan in her ear, his hand gripping her ankle tightened suddenly, and the movement of his other hand quickened. He felt a wetness and trembling again in his pants—he had actually been stimulated by his senior's groan and ejaculated again.

Both of them collapsed, leaning against each other, slumped on the cold tabletop, breathing heavily.

The smells of semen and vaginal fluids, along with the languid and lewd atmosphere afterward, mingled together in the air, becoming increasingly intense.

After a long while, Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) slowly straightened up, her face still flushed, but her expression had returned to its usual cool and aloofness. She pulled her hand out from under the table, her fingers still glistening with water. She casually wiped it on a tissue, then straightened her slightly disheveled shirt collar.

She glanced at Huang, who was still in a daze and whose face was flushed, picked up her little leather shoes, and slowly put them on.

——————

Lin Wanqing slowly and deliberately put on her black leather shoes, the buckles making a soft "click" sound that was particularly clear in the empty and quiet cafeteria. Old Huang was still slumped in his chair, the flush on his face not yet gone, and his crotch was visibly wet, sticking stickily to his legs. His eyes were unfocused, his lips moved as if he was trying to organize his thoughts, but in the end he only managed to squeeze out a few broken words: "Senior... I... that..."

Before he could finish speaking, a slender index finger, carrying a faint lemon scent and a subtle, indescribable sweet and fishy smell, gently pressed against his lips.

Lin Wanqing pressed herself against him, her soft, warm body almost completely nestled in his arms, carrying his body heat and fragrance. Her astonishingly full breasts pressed unceremoniously against the outside of his arms and upper arms, and even through his shirt and thin T-shirt, the heavy, soft touch was so distinct that it sent shivers down his spine. Her delicate chin rested on his shoulder, her warm breath blowing directly into his sensitive ear canal.

"Shh~" A very light, soft, languid nasal sound, like a feather tickling his heart, drifted into his ear. "I know what you want to say..."

Old Huang's body froze completely, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his throat. The next second, those words made his blood seem to freeze instantly, then rush to his head and lower body.

"...But actually, I am Chen Mo, brother~"

"How is it?" The voice, spoken in Lin Wanqing's cool tone but mixed with Chen Mo's usual roguishness and the current spring-like passion, continued to whisper in his ear, each word slow and seductive, "How is it to use this body?"

Old Huang abruptly turned his head, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his—delicate features, eyes misty behind gold-rimmed glasses, flushed cheeks, and a slightly upturned, mischievous smile. It was indeed Senior Lin Wanqing's face, but those eyes, that smile, that tone…

"Brother Mo...?!" His voice changed, filled with astonishment and horror. But at the same time, his crotch, which had just been vented twice, suddenly and forcefully rose up against his will, creating an even more embarrassing tent in the soaked fabric.

Seemingly to confirm his words, and even more so to enjoy his utterly shocked expression, "Lin Wanqing"—or rather, Chen Mo—revealed an even more wicked smile.

He manipulated this tall, intellectual body, making a move that Lin Wanqing herself would never have made. First, she puffed out her chest, making her large breasts, which had been squeezed and deformed, protrude even more noticeably forward. The top two buttons of her light blue shirt, which had already loosened a bit from the "exercise" just now, opened the collar even more, revealing a deep, alluring cleavage. You could even vaguely see the edge of her pale pink areolas, which had been squeezed out, peeking out from under the pure white fabric of her ordinary bra (the real Lin Wanqing was wearing underwear today).

Then, to the point that Old Huang almost had a nosebleed, "she" casually and naturally lifted the hem of her pleated skirt with one hand, and reached inside, gently rubbing the crotch of her black stockings, which were soaked with love fluid and darkened in color, a couple of times.

A soft yet clear gurgling sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, "she" withdrew her hand, and the tips of her slender, fair, and well-defined fingers were covered with clear, viscous, stringy vaginal fluid that reflected a crystalline luster in the afternoon sunlight.

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) held up those wet fingers directly in front of the dumbfounded, breathless Old Huang and gently waved them.

“Look,” he said in Lin Wanqing’s soft voice, with amusement and undisguised boasting, “I’m not wearing any underwear at all right now~ My stockings are right against my wet pussy, rubbing against it with every step I take, so slippery and itchy…”

He blinked, his eyes behind his glasses glistening with moisture, as if recalling something extremely pleasurable: "When your hot, big cock just now shot onto the soles of my feet, that warm, sticky, throbbing feeling... it made me squirt too~"

As he spoke, he casually wiped Old Huang's slightly parted lips with his finger, which was covered in semen.

A cool, slippery sensation with a uniquely sweet, fishy taste instantly spread from the lips.

"Do you know how pleasurable it is for a girl to rub her big breasts anytime, anywhere?" Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) continued, lowering her voice even further, with a mesmerizing allure. "No one will gossip about me behind my back, no one will think that having big breasts is a problem... I can rub them however I want, play with them however I want..."

"The smooth feeling of black stockings rubbing against the inside of my thighs," he said, shifting the foot that Old Huang was holding by the ankle, the stockings making a soft rubbing sound against each other and against his skin, "and the feeling of my nipples brushing against my clothes... it's just intoxicating..."

He pressed his body closer, his full chest completely against Lao Huang's chest, his lips almost touching Lao Huang's earlobe, his breath sweet and fragrant.

"How about it... how about you try possessing this body? Or..."

He paused, then gently licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, leaving a glistening drop of moisture.

"Right here...fuck me?"

Old Huang's brain completely shut down. The overwhelming information overload and **** sensory stimulation shattered his reason into dust. In his arms lay the soft, fragrant body of Lin Wanqing, one of the most sought-after girls in the entire school, a cool and aloof beauty; in his ear were his brother's extremely lewd words spoken in her voice; in his mouth was the taste of her (or his brother's?) vaginal fluids smeared on his lips; and in his groin was a throbbing, aching erection of desire…

All his words were stuck in his throat, leaving only heavy, labored breathing and a pair of eyes that were burning red with shock, desire, and confusion.

Seeing his expression, Chen Mo was secretly delighted. He decided to keep up the good work.

Guiding Old Huang's hand, which was still holding her ankle, she gently placed it on her thigh, which was covered in black stockings, and then slowly and firmly slid it down her thigh towards the muddy crotch covered by the stockings.

With her other hand, she grasped Lao Huang's trembling hand, which was covered in semen, and guided it to slip inside the open collar of his shirt.

His fingertips first touched the soft, warm flesh of her breasts, then easily grasped the edge of the thin, pure cotton bra. Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) cooperated by slightly turning her body so that his hand could reach the clasp at the back. Old Huang's fingers groped clumsily, and finally, with a soft "snap," the front clasp of the bra came undone.

Almost instantly, the released breasts slumped heavily, the flesh swaying gently from the inertia. Old Huang's hand was pulled inside, his palm directly touching the smooth, hot skin and the swollen nipple that was already hard as a pebble.

"Mmm..." A satisfied sigh escaped from Lin Wanqing's lips, it was hard to tell whether it was Chen Mo's excitement or the body's instinctive reaction.

Old Huang's hand stiffened as if electrocuted, then, as if a switch had been flipped, it began to follow its most primal desires, roughly and greedily kneading. Breast flesh overflowed from between his fingers, and the nipples were repeatedly crushed and manipulated.

At the same time, another guided hand, through the soaked stockings, pressed against that slightly raised, slippery, and soft core. Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) even proactively lifted her hips, allowing his fingers to sink deeper into that muddy area.

"Put it in..." he whispered in Old Huang's ear, his voice so seductive it could drip water, "Use your fingers... to put them in..."

Old Huang shuddered, his fingers almost impatiently tearing open the crotch of the wet, sticky stockings—the stockings were of good quality, but under his rough movements, they still made a soft "ripping" sound. One finger, then two, effortlessly pried open the already muddy and soft labia, deeply penetrating the tight, slippery, constantly expanding and contracting passage.

"Ah...!" Lin Wanqing's body suddenly arched backward, her neck stretching out in a beautiful arc, letting out a short and high-pitched groan.

Warm, tight, and alluring flesh instantly enveloped him, eagerly sucking on the invading fingers. Old Huang's fingers clumsily but forcefully thrust and probed inside, mimicking the movements of sexual intercourse, his knuckles rubbing against the sensitive flesh walls, producing even louder, more lewd sounds.

Chen Mo was immersed in a double pleasure—the swelling and stimulation of his chest being roughly kneaded, and the fullness and tingling sensation of his lower body being invaded and filled by fingers. He manipulated Lin Wanqing's body to actively respond, her hips swaying slightly, chasing the pleasure brought by the fingers, making the thrusting deeper.

“Yes…that’s it…brother…use a little more ****…” He breathed intermittently, using Lin Wanqing’s voice to give the most unrestrained encouragement, his hands tightly gripping Lao Huang’s shoulders, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

The pleasure surged like a tide, wave after wave. Under such immoral and insane stimulation, the climax came quickly and fiercely.

Just as his body tensed and was about to reach its climax, some new fragments of memory, accompanied by intense shame and desire, suddenly crashed into Chen Mo's consciousness:

—In the student council office, the bespectacled, gentle, and capable president was smiling at her, saying, "Wanqing, you did a great job on this report."

—Her heart pounded, her cheeks burned, but she could only lower her head and whisper, "Thank you, senior." Her chest heaved with her rapid breathing; she wished she could hide those breasts that always attracted attention.

—In the restroom, she overheard several girls outside laughing and gossiping, "Lin Wanqing? She's got quite a big chest, always putting on this aloof act..."

—"Big-breasted girl," this nickname followed her like a curse. She hated the gazes fixed on her chest, hated the whispers behind her back, and hated the inferiority complex she felt because of her figure. She didn't even dare wear clothes that showed off her figure, afraid of being called "slutty," and afraid that the senior she secretly admired would think she was frivolous.

—She actually... really wanted to muster up the courage to walk up to the senior, and like an ordinary girl, smile naturally and talk to him. Instead of being able to watch from afar like we are now, retreating because of inferiority.

As these fragments of memory surged forth, an unprecedented, complex climax, a mixture of liberating pleasure and lingering shame from those memories, engulfed the body like a tsunami.

"Aaaaaah—! No, I can't take it anymore... Senior... Waaaaaah—!!!"

Lin Wanqing's clear, cold voice completely changed, emitting a broken, cloyingly sweet scream. Her body trembled violently, and she suddenly clung tightly to Lao Huang, her nails digging deep, her legs clamping tightly around his still-moving wrist. A gush of scalding love fluid gushed out from the depths of her flower cave like a burst dam, an astonishing amount, splashing onto Lao Huang's hands, her own thighs, her skirt, and even onto the floor.

The orgasm lasted for several seconds before she seemed to have all her strength drained away, collapsing limply into Lao Huang's arms, her whole body soaked in sweat, her chest heaving violently, and her huge breasts, ravaged and covered in red marks, swaying with her panting.

His gold-rimmed glasses sat askew on his nose, his eyes behind the lenses unfocused and vacant, the corners red, tears mingling with sweat as they streamed down his face. His mouth was slightly open, revealing only the tip of his tongue, and he was still breathing softly and unconsciously. That cool, intellectual mask had been completely shattered, leaving only the **** languor after climax and a trace of... a broken, hazy expression, a mixture of shame and pleasure.

The contrast is ****.

Old Huang remained in the inserted position, his fingers numb from the warm, gushing flow. He stared blankly at the exquisite body in his arms, limp as mud, radiating intense lust and tears, at her face, which usually held a distance even in her smiles, now displaying an undisguised, utterly broken, and incredibly alluring expression.

The immense sense of conquest and an indescribable stimulation caused his penis, which had just been on the verge of softening, to swell again to an almost painful degree, throbbing rhythmically through his soaked, sticky pants.

A hoarse sound came from his throat, and his eyes burned with an even fiercer flame. Possession? Fuck her? These crazy thoughts swirled in his chaotic mind.

Inside Lin Wanqing's body, Chen Mo slowly recovered from the afterglow of his orgasm, while also processing the fragments of memories about "inferiority complex due to large breasts" and "secretly admiring the Chairman." He felt Lao Huang's hardened member pressing against his thigh, and saw the undisguised light in Lao Huang's eyes, a mixture of shock, desire, confusion, and intense curiosity.

He licked his dry lips and chuckled softly in Lin Wanqing's still husky and seductive voice:

"Judging from your eyes... are you tempted?"

"Do you want to... really give it a try?"

"Her roommate is coming tomorrow..."

He drew out his words meaningfully, his fingers tracing across Lao Huang's burning chest, seemingly unintentionally.

As the sun gradually slanted westward, it bathed the spacious second floor of the cafeteria in a warm golden light. In a corner, a man and a woman, their clothes disheveled and their bodies sticky with sweat, were tightly embracing each other. Their long shadows stretched out and intertwined, as if foreshadowing an even more chaotic and hedonistic tomorrow that was about to arrive.

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The next morning, the boys' dormitory was still filled with the lingering smell of instant noodles and the faint scent of photinia flowers.

Chen Mo was still half asleep in bed when he was awakened by a rustling noise from the bed next to him. He opened his eyes and found that Lao Huang was already sitting on the bed, with dark circles under his eyes, staring straight at him with a complex expression that was hard to describe—there was still shock, lingering desire, and even more so, an eager, almost fanatical thirst for knowledge and... a longing.

"Brother Mo..." Old Huang's voice was extremely low, hoarse and urgent, "Yesterday... was it really true? That... possession?"

Chen Mo yawned, lazily sat up, glanced at him, and saw that his lower body was erect again. He understood. "What do you think? Your skills and the amount you ejaculated, weren't they realistic enough?"

Old Huang blushed, but his eyes brightened even more: "That...that thing...can I learn how to do it? How do you make it?"

"Want to learn?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, deliberately drawing out his voice.

"Yes!" Old Huang nodded emphatically without hesitation, his eyes shining. "It's so damn amazing! That feeling... damn..." He savored the sensation of kneading those huge breasts and the warm, wet feeling of his fingers being enveloped yesterday, and couldn't help but swallow.

Chen Mo chuckled inwardly as he looked at him. It seemed that yesterday's actions had completely opened the "door to a new world" for his good buddy. "Alright," he pretended to think for a moment, "aren't their other two roommates coming over today? Perfect, I'll take you to practice. But let's make it clear first, you have to follow my instructions, don't do anything reckless, and especially don't give yourself away in front of others."

"Understood! I'll do whatever Brother Mo says!" Old Huang immediately agreed, rubbing his hands excitedly.

The two lay back down on the bed and closed their eyes. Chen Mo first sank into the depths of his consciousness, feeling that strange connection, and then tried to "extend" that feeling outward, gently touching the consciousness of Lao Huang beside him.

Old Huang felt a gentle yet irresistible **** envelop his consciousness, and everything went black before his eyes. Then came a light, strange feeling, as if his soul had left his body. His "perspective" was guided by Chen Mo, drifting and floating through walls and corridors, quickly locking onto the girls' dormitory building.

Target: Lin Wanqing's dormitory.

At this moment, room 304 of the girls' dormitory was quite lively.

Besides Lin Wanqing (herself), who arrived at school yesterday and is currently sitting at her desk reading with headphones on, there are two other figures in the room busily tidying up.

At another desk by the window, a petite girl was squatting on the floor organizing her suitcase. She wore a light pink Lolita-style dress with a full skirt adorned with delicate lace and bows. Most striking were her pure white knee-high socks, trimmed with adorable lace, tightly hugging her slender, straight calves, exuding a pure and innocent charm. Her hair was styled in pigtails, tied with matching pink ribbons. Her profile appeared only the size of a palm, with long eyelashes and skin so fair it was almost translucent; she looked like a meticulously crafted porcelain doll.

She is Xiao Wei, a freshman majoring in law. Her appearance and clothing are exactly the "legal loli" type that Lao Huang loves the most.

Opposite her, under the bed near the door, another tall, voluptuous woman was climbing a ladder to put things on the upper shelf of the wardrobe. She wore a burgundy, fitted knit dress that reached mid-thigh, perfectly outlining her S-shaped curves. She wore sheer light brown stockings and low-heeled nude pointed-toe shoes. Her long, slightly wavy chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, her makeup was exquisite, her lips full of red, and thin-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She exuded a mature, intellectual, and slightly aloof aura.

This is Xiaolan, a sophomore in the Department of Economics and Management. She shares a dorm room with Xiaowei and is the kind of sexy senior who gets a lot of attention when she walks down the street.

Chen Mo's "consciousness" swept across the room and quickly made arrangements. He first allowed his consciousness to seamlessly merge into Lin Wanqing's body, as if returning to its nest.

Lin Wanqing, sitting at her desk, trembled almost imperceptibly before regaining her composure. She (Chen Mo) put down her book, took off her headphones, and calmly glanced at her two busy new roommates. Finally, she gave a barely perceptible nod towards the "empty" doorway.

Old Huang's consciousness was still floating in the air, greedily gazing at the petite, pink and white figure below—Xiao Wei. Those slender legs encased in white stockings, that fluffy skirt, those soft cheeks that looked so lovely to touch… He felt as if his soul was about to drift away.

Upon receiving Chen Mo's (Lin Wanqing) signal, Lao Huang no longer hesitated. He concentrated his mind and, imitating the feeling Chen Mo had guided him to last night, "crashed" his consciousness toward Xiao Wei, who was squatting on the ground.

Without encountering any obstacles, his consciousness easily penetrated the depths of the original consciousness of that petite body, like passing through a warm film of water, and temporarily took control.

Xiao Wei's body swayed suddenly, and the books in her hands fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Xiao Wei? Are you alright?" Xiao Lan, who was making the bed next to her, turned around and asked with concern.

"N-nothing!" A soft, sweet, and slightly panicked girl's voice immediately rang out. It was Xiao Wei's voice, but Old Huang had already taken control. He quickly imitated Xiao Wei's usual timid demeanor, lowered his head to pick up the book, but his heart was pounding wildly because of his first successful possession.

It worked! He really got in!

Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented flood of sensation overwhelmed him.

First, there's the visual experience—the world seems shorter, and you feel like you have to tilt your head slightly to see anything. Visibility is exceptionally clear; you can even see the fine dust particles floating in the air. Then there's the sense of smell: a sweet scent, a blend of laundry detergent and a faint, youthful fragrance, lingers at the tip of your nose.

Touch... is the most explosive.

He could feel the weight of the Lolita dress he was wearing and the subtle sensation of the layers of lace fabric rubbing against his skin. His legs were tightly encased in white knee-high stockings, the lace trim at the top just above his knees, creating a slight feeling of restraint and a strange itch. The stockings were thin, and he could clearly feel the coolness of the air and the warmth of his skin.

And the body itself... so light! As if weightless, moving with extraordinary agility and lightness. There were two small but well-shaped breasts on the front, probably only a B cup, but unusually perky, with the two points at the top slightly protruding under the soft fabric, swaying gently with the movement of picking up the book, bringing a subtle, unfamiliar tingling sensation.

Her hands were so small, with slender, white fingers, and her nails were neatly trimmed and coated with clear nail polish.

Old Huang (Xiao Wei) suppressed his excitement and curiosity, picked up the book, placed it neatly on the table, and sat down, pretending to continue tidying up the stationery on the table. But all his attention was focused on feeling this new body.

Across from them, Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) had already stood up and walked over to Xiao Lan, helping her hand over her things. At the same time, she asked in a casual tone, "Xiao Lan, are you going to submit your materials to the counselor this afternoon? I think the deadline is today?"

Xiaolan thought for a moment and nodded: "Oh right, I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me, Wanqing. I'll go as soon as I finish tidying up."

"You're welcome." Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) smiled slightly, glancing at Lao Huang (Xiao Wei), who was "concentrating" on tidying up the table, but was actually stiff and had his ears perked up.

Xiaolan worked quickly, and within ten minutes she had packed up the most important things. Picking up a small bag, she said to Lin Wanqing and Xiaowei, "I'm going to find the counselor now; it'll probably take two or three hours. You guys keep packing, shall we have dinner together tonight?"

"Okay." "Okay, goodbye senior~" Lin Wanqing and Xiao Wei (Old Huang) replied respectively.

The door was gently closed, leaving only "Lin Wanqing" and "Xiao Wei" in the dormitory.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Then, "Xiao Wei" suddenly turned around, and the timid expression on her delicate, doll-like face vanished instantly, replaced by a wide grin that belonged to Lao Huang, a mixture of excitement, curiosity, and intense desire. The contrast was so strong it was almost eerie.

"Holy crap...it really came in! Brother Mo! This feeling...is amazing!" He used Xiao Wei's soft, sweet voice to utter vulgar words, and even tried jumping, feeling as light as if he had no weight, his skirt and white stockings fluttering.

"Keep your voice down," Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) walked over and slapped his head (now Xiao Wei's head) in an annoyed tone. "You're adapting pretty quickly."

"Absolutely!" Old Huang (Xiao Wei) excitedly spun around on the spot, then lowered her head and eagerly stretched out her two small hands, pressing them against her small, perky breasts through her pink Lolita dress.

The breasts were unexpectedly soft and elastic. Although they were not nearly as large as Lin Wanqing's breasts, they were round and the nipples were sensitive. A gentle pinch through several layers of fabric sent a subtle but clear electric-like pleasure through my body.

"Mmm..." A short, sweet moan escaped uncontrollably from "Xiao Wei's" throat. Old Huang was startled and quickly covered his mouth, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

He recalled the ultimate satisfaction he had felt yesterday, the sensation of kneading Lin Wanqing's large breasts, and the ecstasy of inserting his fingers into her wet and slippery flower cave... His desire burned like wildfire.

He glanced at "Lin Wanqing" (Chen Mo) beside him, who was watching him leisurely, and became bolder. One hand continued to knead his small breasts through his skirt, gradually increasing the pressure, feeling the flesh deform in his palm, and the nipples hardening under the friction of the fabric. The other hand quietly slipped under the hem of his skirt.

The white knee-high socks only reached above the knee, leaving the mid-thigh to the groin bare. His hand easily slipped inside, his fingertips touching that most private, slightly moist area.

This body was already young and sensitive, and with the excitement of being possessed earlier and the active stimulation now, it was already throbbing with desire. The underwear was a cute style made of pure cotton with a small strawberry pattern, but the middle part was already soaked with a little bit of love fluid.

Old Huang (Xiao Wei) pressed her fingers, through the thin layer of damp cotton cloth, onto the slightly raised bud, giving it a gentle press—

"Mmm!" A sweeter, more seductive moan immediately escaped her lips. This body seemed to react unusually sensitively and directly to sexual stimulation.

Without further hesitation, his fingertips deftly parted the edge of her panties and slipped inside. The delicate, moist petals were already slightly parted, welcoming the intruder. A slender finger encountered almost no resistance as it slid into the tight, warm, and incredibly slippery depths of the passage.

"Ha...fuck..." Old Huang (Xiao Wei) gasped in pleasure, cursing in a girlish voice, her body trembling slightly. This feeling...was similar to the feeling of having fingers inserted into Lin Wanqing's body yesterday, yet different. Tighter, hotter, more...naive? Moreover, because she was controlling her own fingers, the sense of "masturbation" and control was even stronger.

He began to imitate Chen Mo's instructions from yesterday, his fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of the tight, wet flesh, while his other hand kneaded and rubbed the small cherries on her breasts even more forcefully. Pleasure, like a fine electric current, accumulated quickly.

Sight, hearing, touch… all the senses were reporting the fact that this petite body was being violated (self-violated). The white knee-high stockings slipped slightly with the movement of her legs, revealing more of her pale thighs; the pink Lolita skirt was lifted slightly, vaguely revealing the active wrist beneath; her delicate face was flushed, her eyelashes trembled, and her lips parted slightly, uttering broken, sickeningly sweet moans…

"Mmm... Hmm... There... It feels so good... Brother Mo... Look..." Old Huang (Xiao Wei) even started to ramble incoherently. While he increased the speed of his finger thrusting in and out, he looked at Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) next to him with a dazed yet boastful look in his eyes, "This little pussy... is so tight... so wet..."

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) crossed her arms and leaned against the wardrobe next to her, watching the erotic scene unfold before her with great interest. The "legal Lolita" wearing pure white stockings and a Lolita dress was sitting on the ground with a lustful expression, one hand kneading her breasts, while the other hand moved rapidly under her skirt, making gurgling sounds. The scene was incredibly impactful.

The pleasure built up faster and faster, and Lao Huang's (Xiao Wei's) movements became more and more intense. Her waist began to twist involuntarily, responding to the penetration of his fingers. Just as he was on the verge of climax, fragmented images and emotions, accompanied by intense shame and secret excitement, crashed into his consciousness:

—Late at night, hiding under the covers, she secretly reads BL novels and comics on her phone, her face flushed and her heart pounding, her fingers unconsciously clenching her legs together.

—While showering, she can't help but fantasize about being pinned against the wall by her domineering, mature female roommate, being disciplined by her lace-gloved fingers…

—When she sees Senior Xiaolan walking ahead of her in stockings and high heels, exuding an aura of confidence, her heart races, and she secretly takes pictures of her back.

—She has even imagined being suffocated by Senior Wanqing's enormous breasts, or being stepped on by Senior Xiaolan's high heels…

—She is a hidden erotic literature enthusiast with slight masochistic tendencies and yuri fantasies.

The moment these fragments of memory surfaced, my body also reached its peak.

"Aaaaaah—! I can't take it anymore... Senior... I'm going to... Waaah..."

Xiaowei's body convulsed violently, her legs straightening abruptly, the tops of her white knee-high stockings digging into her flesh with the ****. A warm, sizable stream of love fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, drenching the fingers that were thrusting in and out, and even seeping through the gaps in her fingers, splashing onto the hem of her skirt and the inside of her thighs, staining the area around the tops of her white stockings with a small, dark, damp patch.

It gushed out.

Old Huang (Xiao Wei) collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, her chest heaving, her face flushed, and her eyes unfocused. Her fingers were still soaking in the wet, muddy flower cave, feeling the lingering contractions after her orgasm.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) walked over, squatted down, reached out and lifted "Xiao Wei's" chin. Looking at her innocent yet lewd appearance, which had been ruined by her, she chuckled: "Not bad, the first time you possessed someone, you had so much fun and even squirted."

Old Huang (Xiao Wei) recovered and looked at the cool and beautiful face so close to his—it belonged to Lin Wanqing, but the eyes were Chen Mo's. A strange, even more exciting feeling surged up. Yesterday, he had been guided and manipulated by his "senior sister." Today, he possessed another equally alluring body, and... it was in front of his "good brother."

He licked his lips and, through Xiao Wei's cherry-like lips, uttered a tempting invitation: "Brother Mo... just looking at her isn't very interesting..."

He shifted slightly, deliberately turning to the side, presenting the crotch of his white stockings, still damp with glistening love fluid and with a small patch of moisture, to Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo). Then he raised his buttocks, making the view beneath his skirt glimpse faintly. He looked at "Lin Wanqing" with the innocent, pure eyes of Xiao Wei, and said softly:

"I'm feeling a little uncomfortable here... Senior Wanqing... could you give me a 'massage'?"

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo)'s eyes darkened. She reached out and ran her fingertips along the slightly trembling calf wrapped in white stockings, moving upwards until she lifted the obstructing skirt, revealing her wet and disheveled private parts and the edge of her underwear.

"Where does it hurt? Here?" His (her) voice became low and hoarse. Using Lin Wanqing's fingers, he replaced the fingers that Lao Huang (Xiao Wei) still had inside, gently parted the wet and slippery lips and pressed against the entrance.

"Mmm..." Old Huang (Xiao Wei) groaned in response, lifting her hips slightly to push the wet entrance further in. "Senior...be gentle..."

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) slowly inserted his fingers, and the still tight and slippery passage immediately enveloped him passionately. He began to thrust slowly and powerfully, while his other hand also reached into "Xiao Wei's" clothes, easily finding her small and perky breasts, grasping them, kneading them, and teasing the sensitive nipples with his fingertips.

"Ah... ha... senior's hands... feel so good... much better than my own..." Old Huang (Xiao Wei) completely let go, using the voice of this petite body to let out even sweeter and more wanton moans. He actively twisted his waist to meet the in and out of her fingers, and wrapped his arms around "Lin Wanqing's" neck, offering himself up to her.

Two soft, warm female bodies were intertwined, one tall and voluptuous, the other petite and delicate; one wore a light blue shirt and black stockings, the other a pink Lolita dress and white stockings. The scene was both erotic and beautiful.

Chen Mo controlled the rhythm, his fingers swirling and probing inside the tight flower-like opening, occasionally scraping hard against certain sensitive protrusions. His other hand kneaded the little white rabbit-like breast until it was constantly deformed, the nipple red, swollen, and erect.

The pleasure accumulated rapidly again, more intensely and irresistibly than when I had just been comforting myself.

"No... Senior... I'm going to... I'm going to... Ah!"

Just as the climax was about to arrive, another wave of clearer fragments of memory crashed in, accompanied by even more complex and intense emotions:

—Watching Xiaolan hang her black lace lingerie to dry on the balcony, my cheeks flushed and my heart raced.

—I secretly kept a long strand of Xiaolan's hair that had fallen into the dorm room.

—I fantasized about being ordered around by Xiaolan in that slightly commanding tone, or even being stepped on by her high heels…

—My feelings for Xiaolan weren't just admiration and envy, but also a secret, unspoken love and admiration.

As these fragments emerged, an even more intense climax swept over this petite body.

"Senior Lan—!!!"

A high-pitched scream, almost distorted, a mixture of sobs and **** pleasure, erupted from "Xiao Wei's" throat. Her whole body tensed like a fully drawn bow, her legs clamping tightly around Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) arms. Her vagina contracted and spasmed violently, and a large gush of hot love fluid gushed out again, this time in greater quantities, splashing directly onto Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) wrists and skirt, and completely soaking her own white stockings and panties, the wet patches spreading rapidly.

After the orgasm, "Xiao Wei" collapsed completely to the ground, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slightly open, only weak sobs and gasps remaining. Her white stockings were a mess, and her pink skirt was crumpled and bunched up at her waist, looking like she had been completely played with and drained of all her strength.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) withdrew her finger, the tip still tethered with a transparent silver thread. Looking at the alluring "trophy" on the ground, and recalling the fragments of memories about Xiao Wei's crush on Xiao Lan that had just flooded in, a playful smile appeared on her lips.

He leaned close to "Xiao Wei's" ear, still trembling with the afterglow of pleasure, and whispered with a low laugh in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Wow, Lao Huang... you're really getting creative. You even dug up that young girl's secret crush on her older female roommate..."

"Next...would you like to see what's inside that 'Senior Xiao Lan'?"

Xiao Wei, lying on the ground, trembled slightly. Her wet eyelashes lifted as she looked at Lin Wanqing. In her innocent eyes, an even more intense and greedy flame ignited once more.

——————

Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo) suggestion about "Senior Sister Xiao Lan" was like a spark, instantly igniting the already blazing fire in Lao Huang's (Xiao Wei's) eyes. He (she) almost jumped up from the ground, his small body trembling slightly with excitement.

"Really?! Brother Mo, you're willing to possess Senior Xiao Lan? And then..." Xiao Wei's doll-like face revealed a greedy and wicked smile that was completely at odds with her innocent appearance, "...let me try it too?"

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) suddenly put away her playful expression, slowly straightened the slightly messy collar of her shirt, buttoned it up again, walked to her desk, picked up her phone, and saw a familiar rhythm game interface on the screen.

"Hmm? When did I say I'd let you try it right away?" She (he) turned around, leaned against the table, and looked at him with a hint of mockery behind her gold-rimmed glasses. "Yesterday's PK, and just now... it seems like you lost both times, right? If you're bad, you have to admit it."

Old Huang (Xiao Wei) was stunned for a moment, then realized what Chen Mo meant. Her little face immediately puffed up with anger, and with her pigtails and Lolita dress, she looked even more like a cat with its fur standing on end. "Damn it! Brother Mo, you tricked me?!"

"Playing you?" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) waved her phone, a provocative smile playing on her lips. "Not convinced? Let's play again. The rules are simple: right now, use this game and play the highest difficulty version of 'Demon King's Song.' If you win, when Xiaolan comes back, I'll find a chance to possess her, and then..."

She paused, lowered her voice, and said seductively, "Let you personally 'explore' your roommate, the mature woman you have a crush on."

"What if I lose?" Xiao Wei (Old Huang) asked warily, but her body had already moved closer, tilting her little face up, her eyes full of "want to play".

"Lost?" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) reached out and pinched Xiao Wei's (Lao Huang) smooth cheek. The feel of it was unbelievably good. "You lost, so you'd better listen to my arrangements. I'll decide how we play from now on. And... you have to use this body to make me feel good."

The bet, win or lose, seemed incredibly tempting to Lao Huang, but the reward for winning was clearly more direct. He nodded vigorously almost without hesitation: "Okay! Let's go! I won't hold back this time!"

He pondered to himself that with Xiao Wei's exceptionally nimble and slender hands, coupled with the extraordinary reaction speed and coordination he had sensed when he possessed this body, rhythm games might actually have an advantage!

"Okay." Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) smiled, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes. She (he) sat back down at her desk and placed her phone on the table.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) immediately brought his own chair and sat down next to Lin Wanqing. Instead of taking the phone himself, he rolled his eyes and suddenly snuggled into Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo) arms like a spoiled kitten, sitting with his back to her, his small body almost completely embedded in her full bosom.

“Let’s play like this~” Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) turned her head and rubbed her innocent face against Lin Wanqing’s (Chen Mo) chin. Then she reached out her slender white hands and took the phone from Lin Wanqing’s hand.

The position was extremely intimate. Xiao Wei's petite body was completely enveloped by Lin Wanqing's tall figure, and she could clearly feel the amazing softness and warmth of the other's breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. In order for him to operate, Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) had to lean forward slightly, her arms almost wrapped around him (her), her chin rubbing against the top of Xiao Wei's soft hair.

"You..." Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing)'s breath hitched. The soft, warm body in his arms, dressed in white Lolita silk, was leaning against him without any defenses. The touch and warmth from her back, combined with Xiao Wei's sweet, girlish scent, instantly aroused his own body. A familiar warm, moist sensation began to spread between his legs.

"Hehe~" Xiao Wei (Old Huang) noticed the sudden stiffness and rising body temperature behind him and laughed triumphantly. Instead of restraining himself, he intensified his actions, tapping on the game and selecting tracks with his fingertips while deliberately twisting his waist slightly, letting his pert little buttocks, encased in white stockings, rub against Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) lower abdomen.

"Senior Wanqing~ Your breasts are so soft and big~" He even used his free hand to reach behind him and, through his back, precisely press on the lower edge of Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) huge breasts, gently grabbing them, his tone innocent yet malicious, "How awful~ How come they're so big? Aren't you tired of walking? Are you deliberately growing them so big to seduce people? Hmm?"

Her devilish tone, coupled with her extremely innocent appearance and movements, was incredibly lethal.

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) felt a small hand grab her chest through two layers of clothing, her nipples instantly hardening and throbbing. A strong, electric-like pleasure mixed with the embarrassment and annoyance of being teased rushed to her head. To make matters worse, her lower abdomen was rubbed by that white-stockinged buttocks, causing her already sensitive vulva to contract sharply, and her love juices seeped out uncontrollably, quickly making her panties and stockings crotch wet and sticky.

"Old Huang...you son of a bitch..." he gritted his teeth and cursed in Lin Wanqing's voice, his breathing already a little erratic.

"Oh dear, it's about to start~ Focus, senior~" Xiao Wei (Old Huang) turned around as if nothing was wrong, staring at the screen, her fingers already in a ready position. The countdown to the start of the game was ticking.

3…2…1…Start！

The beautiful musical notes cascaded down like a waterfall.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) was completely focused, her slender, fair fingers flying across the screen at such speed that they almost left afterimages! "Da da da da da!" The sound effects of the combos were crisp and dense. A smug smile played on his lips. The reaction speed and hand-eye coordination of this body were indeed beyond his expectations. Coupled with his already good foundation in rhythm games, the game started extremely smoothly, and he quickly took the lead in the score.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo), who was leaning against him, felt uncomfortable.

The delicate body in his arms trembled slightly from the intense movements, his back occasionally brushing against her breasts, bringing continuous friction and stimulation. Even more intoxicating was the sweet fragrance, the unintentional sway of her white-stockinged buttocks, and the psychological stimulation from his earlier effeminate remarks... all of which fueled Chen Mo's (Lin Wanqing's) own desires, making them burn ever brighter.

She could clearly feel her nipples hardening and throbbing, clearly protruding beneath her shirt, rubbing against the fabric with every slight movement of her body. Her crotch was already soaking wet, warm love fluid constantly seeping out, soaking her stockings and panties, clinging stickily to her skin, bringing a shameful yet stimulating sensation.

Their breathing became increasingly rapid, their cheeks flushed, and they even needed to slightly part their legs to alleviate the swelling and emptiness in their lower body. They couldn't concentrate on the game at all, their eyes glued to the screen, watching their score (actually Xiao Wei was controlling it, but it was displayed as Lin Wanqing's account) quickly fall behind the score represented by the character on Xiao Wei's account.

"No...we're really going to lose if this keeps up..." Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) bit her lower lip, forcing herself to calm down. Her gaze swept over Xiao Wei (Lao Huang), who was completely focused and smiling, in her arms, and then over the ever-widening score difference on the screen. An almost shameless thought popped into her head.

This guy is so engrossed in playing, and his body is completely leaning against me... isn't he the perfect "interference device"?

As the song entered its most insane, high-speed rapid-fire section, Xiao Wei (Lao Huang)'s concentration reached its peak, her fingers moving so fast they were almost blurry.

Now!

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) suddenly moved. She didn't touch her phone, nor did she push away the person in her arms. Instead, she did something that Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) never expected.

Her (his) free hands suddenly reached from the sides to the front, grabbed the collar of her shirt, and then pulled it forcefully to both sides!

"Tear—"

The top three or four buttons of the shirt popped open! The off-white knitted cardigan was already worn open, and now the light blue shirt was also wide open, revealing that the pure white thin underwear underneath, which had been slightly askew from the previous play, could hardly cover up anything.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) leaned forward, clasped her arms together, and tightly and firmly embraced the petite Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) in her arms, along with her hands holding the phone!

Huge, snow-white, full breasts, like two soft, smooth clouds, with amazing elasticity and heat, instantly buried Xiao Wei's (Lao Huang's) cheek, ears, and even part of the back of her head! Not to mention his (her) hands that were operating the phone, his (her) arms and the backs of his hands were completely enveloped and squeezed by those soft, smooth breasts!

"Ugh—!!!"

Xiao Wei (Old Huang) felt a sudden darkness engulf her as her cheeks were enveloped in an unimaginable softness and warmth. Besides the original sweet, girlish scent, her nose was now filled with Lin Wanqing's richer, more mature feminine fragrance, mixed with a faint smell of sweat and the scent of passion. Most deadly of all, those two enormous breasts were not only soft, but also incredibly elastic due to the pressure, almost suffocating him! His (or her) hands, holding the phone, were completely deformed by this sudden attack; his (or her) arms were clamped between the breasts, and his (or her) fingers couldn't even find the right spot!

On the screen, the smooth combo was suddenly interrupted, and a series of glaring "MISS" messages popped up!

"You... Brother Mo, you're cheating!!" Xiao Wei (Old Huang) mumbled in her breasts, her voice indistinct and furious. She struggled to escape this "gentle" trap, but Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) held her tightly, and the **** of her huge breasts was unexpectedly strong.

"All's fair in war... You asked for this..." Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) voice came from above, filled with suppressed gasps and a triumphant smile. She (he) even mischievously shifted her body slightly, making her large breasts squeeze and rub against Xiao Wei's cheeks and arms even more forcefully.

The soft flesh of her breasts slid across his face as if they were alive, the erect nipples occasionally brushing against his earlobe or cheek, sending jolts of electric-like stimulation through him. Xiao Wei (Old Huang) was completely unable to concentrate, her movements were a complete mess, and her score was quickly overtaken and then left far behind.

When the high-speed section ended and the relatively gentle interlude began, Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) loosened her grip a little.

Xiao Wei (Old Huang) finally caught her breath, abruptly raising her head. Her face was flushed red, and glistening sweat and... perhaps other dampness clung to the tip of her nose and cheeks. She gasped for breath, glaring angrily and humiliatedly at "Lin Wanqing," who was so close yet disheveled, with her large breasts exposed, and a languid blush and a wicked smile on her face.

"You...you...you..." He could barely speak.

"What do you mean, 'what about me'?" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) raised an eyebrow, reaching out to pinch his (her) chin. "The outcome is decided, little Wei (Junior)."

On the screen, as the last few notes faded, Lin Wanqing's account fell far behind due to the previous interference, but Xiao Wei's account directly displayed "FAILED" due to the fatal interruption.

"It doesn't count! It doesn't count this time! You used such despicable means!" Xiao Wei (Old Huang) started to cheat, glaring at Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) with her big, watery eyes, trying to get away with it by being cute.

“A loss is a loss.” Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) wasn’t buying it. She (he) released her hand from his chin and instead picked up Xiao Wei (Old Huang), who was still trying to reason with her, from the chair in a princess carry.

"Huh?! What are you doing!" Xiao Wei (Old Huang) exclaimed, her white-stockinged legs kicking wildly in the air.

"What? To fulfill the bet." Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) carried the light and delicate body and strode towards Xiao Wei's bed—a princess bed with pink cartoon sheets and a lace mosquito net.

"Didn't you want to 'explore'?" He gently placed Xiao Wei (Old Huang) on ​​the soft bed, then pressed himself down on top of her, his tall figure looming over her petite body. "Now, it's my turn to 'explore' your body... which is very suitable for playing rhythm games."

"By the way," she (he) lowered her head and kissed Xiao Wei's (Old Huang's) slightly parted lips, which were showing surprise. Then, her tongue traveled down her body, tracing her delicate collarbone, and finally, through her pink Lolita dress, she took her tongue into her mouth and gently sucked on the small protrusion on her chest. "Let me teach you what it means to... accept the consequences of your bet~"

Soft sobs and the sound of fabric rubbing together soon filled the lace-covered mosquito net, interspersed with sweet gasps and someone's triumphant chuckle.

……

After an unknown amount of time, the pink bed was a mess. Xiao Wei (Old Huang) lay limply on the bed, her white stockings long since pulled down to her knees, her legs, buttocks, and even her lower back covered in red marks of varying shades. Her Lolita dress was pulled up to her waist, her panties nowhere to be seen, and her crotch was wet and slippery, still twitching slightly. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth slightly open, and she was breathing intermittently, clearly having been thoroughly "explored."

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) lay on her side next to him, her clothes also disheveled, her shirt completely open, with several shallow scratch marks on her large breasts, her black stockings torn in several places, and a satisfied blush on her face.

After a long pause, Xiao Wei (Old Huang) slowly turned her head, glared at Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) with her large, watery eyes, and grumbled in a hoarse voice:

"I don't accept it... You just... used those filthy big tits... to cheat and win..."

His eyes darted around, and a sly glint suddenly flashed in them.

"...If you're so capable...let's play another round..."

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) raised an eyebrow: "Again? Can you even stand up now?"

“This time… let’s change the rules…” Xiao Wei (Old Huang) struggled to sit up a little, a smile on her face a mixture of exhaustion, resentment, and mischief. “You can use these hands of mine… to play…”

He stretched out his small hands, which were still slender but were clearly trembling.

“And me…” He licked his slightly chapped lips, his gaze falling on Lin Wanqing’s (Chen Mo’s) pair of snow-white breasts that were still towering even when she was lying down, and swallowed.

"...Use those foul-breaking 'interference devices' of yours to play!"

He stretched out his small hand and, in the air, made a grabbing and kneading motion towards those huge breasts, revealing a smile on his face that was both innocent and wicked, like a little devil.

"How about it? Dare to use my 'hands' against your 'breasts'?"

——————

Upon hearing this outrageous and mischievous suggestion, Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) paused for half a second before her lips involuntarily curled into a wicked smile that was a mixture of excitement, shame, and mischief.

She (or he) deliberately puffed out her chest, her magnificent, snow-white breasts arcing alluringly in the air, the nipples trembling slightly, swaying a few times in front of Xiao Wei (Old Huang) at close range, making the other person dizzy.

“Alright,” Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) said in a hoarse and languid tone, characteristic of someone who has just had an orgasm, yet clearly provocative, “This time you can have your fill of these ‘foul weapons’… But if you lose, don’t be like you were before, crying and begging for mercy, saying ‘Senior, go slower’~”

That last teasing remark made Xiaowei (Lao Huang)'s already flushed face turn even redder. She angrily got out of bed, her white stockings rolled up to her knees, her skirt disheveled, but her competitive spirit and something even more intense burned in her eyes.

"Who will beg for mercy is still uncertain!" Xiao Wei (Old Huang) retorted defiantly, but her soft voice lacked any real threat.

The two sat back down in their chairs at the desk. This time, Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) sat in front, while Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) straddled her from behind—not on another chair, but like a koala, she hugged Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) tightly from behind, her slender legs, encased in half-undone white stockings, wrapped around the other's black-stockinged thighs from behind.

His/her petite and soft body pressed tightly against Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) broad back, his/her chin resting on the other's shoulder, and then he/she placed his/her phone on the desk in front of Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo). The screen lit up, still playing the "Demon King's Song".

"Let's begin~" Xiao Wei (Old Huang) grinned mischievously, her breath brushing against Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo) sensitive ear.

Immediately afterwards, those small hands, which had seemed soft and weak just moments before, slipped under Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) armpits, reached forward, and without hesitation, firmly grasped those exposed, slightly undulating, snow-white breasts!

Upon touching it, it felt incredibly heavy, full, smooth, and warm, with the firm nipple pressed directly against my palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) pointed this "human controller" at the phone screen in front of her. Instead of directly touching the screen, her fingers gripped her large breasts, using the soft, smooth sides of her flesh to touch, rub, and press the virtual buttons on the phone screen!

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) herself can only use her own hands in this body to hold her own phone, log in to her own account, and start the game.

Game start!

Musical notes falling.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) concentrated, tapping and swiping her fingers on the screen. However, almost at the same time, the sensation from behind and the feeling of being manipulated on her chest instantly stole most of her (his) attention!

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang)'s hand gripped her (his) breast. To precisely "press" the screen, the movements were small, but each exertion deformed the soft flesh in his palm, forcing the nipple to rub against the cold screen of the phone and the other's warm hand. The cold screen stimulated the sensitive nipple, while the warmth of the hand brought another kind of enveloping sensation. The alternation of hot and cold, coupled with the varying pressure of kneading and pressing…

"Hmm...!" A muffled groan escaped Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) throat. Her (his) finger trembled, and a "MISS" immediately appeared on the screen.

Even more intense was that Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) was holding her waist tightly, her petite yet incredibly hot body pressed against her back, and she could even feel the other's heartbeat quickening slightly with excitement. Her white-stockinged legs were also wrapped around her black-stockinged thighs from behind, unconsciously rubbing against each other in rhythm with the movements, the stockings making a soft rustling sound, bringing continuous friction stimulation through the two layers of stockings.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) felt her waist suddenly go limp, and she couldn't concentrate at all. The strange sensation of being **** to "play a game" against her chest, the repeated "****" of her nipples by the cold screen and warm hands, the soft warmth pressing against her back, the dampness and friction between her legs…

Under the dual stimulation of physiology and psychology, desire spreads like wildfire.

"Old Huang, you...you little slut..." she (he) gritted her teeth, her voice broken and intermittent, filled with panting and lustful nasal tones, her finger veering off course again, "Mmm...don't...don't pinch so hard...the screen...cool...stimulating nipples...so good..."

This statement is less of a protest and more of a groan and encouragement.

Hearing this tearful plea for mercy (which sounded more like a confession of pleasure), Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) became even more excited. He (or she) deliberately increased the pressure, grabbing those huge breasts and pressing one nipple heavily against a note that required a long press. Through the thin skin and areola, the tip of her nipple could clearly feel the length of the virtual light bar on the screen and the faint vibration feedback.

This feeling... is so weird, so arousing! Playing a rhythm game with someone else's breasts! And these breasts are so damn big, so soft, and so sensitive!

He (or she) was also incredibly excited, a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen, but at this moment his attention was entirely focused on "controlling" these two foul weapons, and on admiring the disheveled appearance of the person in front of him, who was being played with to the point of ecstasy and whose actions were completely chaotic.

On Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) screen, the number of "MISS" messages increased, and the score was appalling. Her (his) body became increasingly limp, and she could barely sit up without leaning against Xiao Wei's (Lao Huang's) arms behind her. Her nipples were already red and shiny from being rubbed, and each press on the screen brought a strong stimulation that was a mixture of pain and **** pleasure. Her love juices had long since burst forth, flowing down her inner thighs and wetting a small patch of the chair.

Finally, the music ended.

Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo) account was once again "FAILED" without any suspense, and she lost even worse than last time, with a huge score difference.

"Yay~ I won again!" Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) cheered, releasing her grip on the large breasts, but the soft flesh, already ravaged, was covered with red marks and finger marks, the tips of which were bright red and dripping. He (she) wrapped his arms around Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo)'s neck from behind, cheek to cheek, and rubbed against her triumphantly.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) slumped in the chair, completely exhausted, her chest heaving violently, her eyes glazed over, and she didn't recover for a long time.

Xiao Wei (Old Huang) had no intention of giving up. He (or she) scrambled off the chair, stood in front of Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo), and looked at her limp, lustful state. A wicked smile, a mixture of innocence and the most depraved desires, appeared on his (or her) face.

He/She reached out, grabbed Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) shoulder, and gave her a gentle push—

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) was already weak, and with his (her) push, she fell backward, chair and all, losing her balance and tumbling backward. Fortunately, Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) was prepared and held onto the back of the chair, preventing it from falling completely over, but instead creating a dangerous, almost flat, tilted angle.

Her petite body nimbly straddled him, landing directly on Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) waist and abdomen.

Xiao Wei (Old Huang) looked down at the "senior" pinned beneath her, her clothes wide open, her large breasts exposed, her black stockings torn, and her eyes glazed over, and licked her lips.

"Now..." he (or she) said slowly, word by word, in an extremely soft and sweet loli voice, "It's my turn... to... properly 'punish' you with these big breasts~"

Before the words were even finished, he (or she) leaned down, not to kiss or touch anywhere else, but to bury his (or her) entire delicate and petite face deeply and unceremoniously into the deep, snow-white cleavage of Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo)'s chest!

"Ugh—!" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) jerked her body and let out a short exclamation.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang)'s cheeks were completely buried in the soft, smooth flesh of her breasts, her nose and lips pressed against the warm skin, and she could even feel the other's rapid heartbeat. The weight and pressure from the heavy breasts, as well as the soft touch that made her feel completely enveloped and almost suffocated, made her let out a satisfied sigh.

But his (or her) actions went far beyond that. Almost at the same time as he (or she) went in, a small hand had already nimbly slid inside the edge of Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) open shirt, not touching her breasts, but going straight down, skimming over her flat stomach, and probing into the messy hem of her skirt, accurately finding that secret garden that was already muddy, slippery and sticky.

He parted the moist petals with his fingertips and gently rubbed the already swollen clitoris.

"Ah—!" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) arched her back sharply, letting out a sharp, tearful moan. The suffocating feeling of being buried in her chest and the strange sensation of her breasts rubbing against her cheeks, mixed with the pleasure of being directly stimulated in her lower body, assaulted her (his) nerves.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) moved her face, which was buried in her cleavage. Her lips brushed against her sensitive breast flesh, and her tongue even darted out a little to lick the hard, rosy nipple that was so close to her.

At the same time, his (or her) fingers began to move beneath the skirt. No longer lingering on the outside, but instead, two fingers joined together, following the slippery love juice, easily piercing into the depths of that already thirsty, constantly contracting and expanding flower cave!

"Ugh—!!" Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) unconsciously gripped the armrests of the chair, her knuckles turning white from the ****. Her body was completely exposed, her chest was violated by a young face, and her lower body was invaded by nimble fingers. The double stimulation brought her (him) to the brink of collapse in an instant.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang)'s fingers skillfully thrust and probed within the tight, slippery passage, his fingertips scraping against the sensitive inner walls, while his thumb continuously pressed and rubbed the swollen pearl. His (or her) face, buried in the cleavage, was not idle either; his (or her) mouth was slightly open, taking one areola and nipple into his (or her) mouth, sucking and biting it gently, lightly grinding it with his (or her) teeth, and skillfully teasing it with his (or her) tongue.

The warm, moist mouth, the flexible tongue, the sucking that was sometimes gentle and sometimes intense... the stimulation coming from my chest was no less intense than the invasion of my lower body.

"Ah...no, I can't take it anymore...Xiao Wei...I'm going to die...my breasts...you're going to ruin them...ahhhhhh!!!!"

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo)'s clear, cold voice completely collapsed, emitting a high-pitched, almost distorted, sweet and lewd cry. Her (his) body convulsed violently, her legs suddenly straightened, and her toes, wrapped in black stockings, curled tightly. From deep within her flower cave came an uncontrollable, intense contraction and sucking, followed by a gush of scalding hot, astonishingly abundant love fluid gushing out from its deepest point like a fountain!

"Pfft—crash—!"

A large amount of clear liquid splattered out, splashing onto Xiao Wei's (Lao Huang's) wrist, which was still moving, and also wetting Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) own thighs, skirt, and chair surface. A few drops even splashed onto her (his) chin and chest.

The squirting was intense and prolonged, accompanied by spasms of the body and uncontrollable cries.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang)'s fingers were being washed by that burning heat. He (she) himself trembled all over because of the ultimate sense of conquest and the impact of sight and hearing. A surge of heat also rushed to his (her) lower abdomen, and even made his (her) legs go weak for a moment.

The climax finally subsided.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) slumped in a tilted chair like a dehydrated fish, her eyes unfocused, her chest heaving violently. Her large breasts were covered in wet saliva and bite marks, her nipples swollen and red. Her black stockings were almost completely soaked from her thighs to her knees, the dark water stains shockingly visible. Tears and sweat mingled on her face, her gold-rimmed glasses were askew, and a trace of **** saliva lingered at the corner of her mouth. Her usual aloof and refined demeanor had been completely shattered, leaving only the collapse and emptiness after **** indulgence.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) was also panting heavily, slowly raising her head from her cleavage. Her delicate face was covered with sweat, saliva, and a little bit of splattered love fluid, and her white stockings and panties were also slightly wet. But her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, full of satisfaction, pride, and the excitement of discovering a new toy.

He (or she) lay on Lin Wanqing's (Chen Mo's) still heavy breasts, rising and falling with her breath, her small face pressed against the smooth flesh, grinning mischievously, and whispering:

"This time... doesn't count..."

"It's all your fault... those big breasts... they're too much... so big, soft, and sensitive... I couldn't concentrate on the game... I was so focused on playing..."

His/her voice was soft and gentle, with a languid aftertaste and a playful, coquettish charm.

Just then—

"Click".

The sound of the dormitory door lock being turned could be clearly heard.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Outside the door, Xiaolan, who had just returned, was carrying a small bag from the convenience store. She had a tired but relaxed look on her face and was about to greet someone.

Then, her gaze settled on the dormitory room.

Beside the desk, the chair leaned precariously. Her usually elegant, intellectual, even somewhat aloof roommate, Lin Wanqing, lay on it in an extremely undignified, almost paralyzed position. Her shirt was wide open, revealing a messy, red-stained, and suspiciously wet expanse of her white breasts; her skirt was rolled up to her thighs, and her black stockings clung wetly to her legs, dark stains spreading across them… Her face… was indescribably flushed, tear-stained, and dazed.

—And Xiao Wei, the new roommate who just arrived today and looks as innocent and timid as a porcelain doll, is lying on her chest, her little face...not very clean, her skirt disheveled, and her white stockings bunched up at her knees...

Both of them were disheveled and breathing heavily, and the air was filled with a strange smell that was hard to describe, sweet yet fishy.

Xiaolan's hand, which was pushing the door open, froze in mid-air. The expression on her face changed from doubt to shock, and then to a subtle look that mixed mischievousness and understanding.

She raised an eyebrow, her red lips curving into a meaningful smile, and coughed softly.

"cough."

"Did I... come back at the wrong time?"

She leaned against the doorframe, her gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene and the two frozen figures. Slowly, in a tone tinged with mockery and inquiry, she quipped:

"Looks like...you guys are packing your bags pretty thoroughly?"

——————

Xiao Lan's teasing remark was like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of the two who were still immersed in the afterglow and shame.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) and Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) separated almost as if electrocuted. Lin Wanqing frantically struggled to sit up from the precarious chair, haphazardly pulling at her open shirt, trying to cover the mess on her chest, but several buttons had already popped off, and she could only barely cover it with her hands. The blush on her cheeks deepened, and her eyes darted away, not daring to look at Xiao Lan by the door.

Xiao Wei (Old Huang) immediately jumped off Lin Wanqing, slid to the side, lowered her head, and pretended to tidy up her equally messy Lolita dress and half-undone white stockings. Her delicate little face was as red as if it were about to bleed, and her fingers trembled slightly.

For a moment, only the rapid and guilty breathing of two girls (?) and the sound of Xiaolan's high heels lightly touching the ground as she walked in unhurriedly in the dormitory.

"Tsk tsk," Xiaolan placed the convenience store bag on her table, leaned against the edge, crossed her arms, and scanned the two of them back and forth. She lingered for a few seconds on Lin Wanqing's large expanse of snow-white skin and dark water stains, and her smile deepened. "I didn't expect our Wanqing... to be so open-minded in private? Xiaowei, who is usually so well-behaved and cute, has quite the tricks up her sleeve."

"No, no! Sister Xiaolan!" Xiaowei (Old Huang) immediately denied it instinctively, her soft, sweet voice and flustered expression making it seem like she was trying to cover something up. "We...we were just...playing...a game..."

"Oh~ a game." Xiaolan drawled, her gaze falling on the two phones on the table whose screens hadn't completely gone dark and were still on the rhythm game's results screen. She glanced at the floor and the chairs still wet with water, and nodded. "This game... it's pretty intense, we're both 'drenched in water'."

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) felt her ears burning, wishing she could disappear into the ground. Being fondled and played with until she orgasmed by her best friend in this body, and then being caught and teased by another pretty roommate... this experience was absolutely incredible. She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but couldn't utter a single word, only coughing twice and turning her head away.

Fortunately, Xiaolan didn't seem to intend to delve into it further, or rather, she held a mature, knowing tolerance and amusement towards this "accidental discovery." She chuckled and shook her head: "Alright, hurry up and get ready, be careful not to catch a cold. I'm going to wash my hands." With that, she turned and walked towards the sink on the balcony.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) and Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) exchanged a glance, both seeing relief at having escaped a disaster and lingering embarrassment in each other's eyes. The two immediately began to tidy up in a flurry—righting the crooked chair, wiping away the suspicious water stains, picking up the snapped buttons (though they couldn't be buttoned back up for the time being), and trying their best to straighten their wrinkled, wet clothes.

When Xiaolan returned from the balcony, wiping her hands, the room had at least superficially returned to... well, not so suggestive. Lin Wanqing had already wrapped herself in a thin jacket placed on the back of a chair, covering her torn shirt. Xiaowei had also pulled up her skirt and white stockings, although the abnormal blush on their faces and their slightly evasive eyes still betrayed something.

Xiaolan ignored this and gracefully sat back down at her desk near the door, taking out her tablet from her bag, seemingly preparing to handle something.

The atmosphere became awkwardly silent for a moment.

However, this awkward situation did not last long.

About ten minutes later, Xiaolan's phone suddenly rang with the special ringtone for a video call. She glanced down at the screen, and the mature, intellectual, slightly aloof, and composed expression on her face instantly melted away, replaced by a sweet, even slightly silly, smile that she couldn't help but let up. Her eyes crinkled, and she seemed to brighten up completely.

She almost couldn't wait to pick up her phone, press the answer button, and her voice became soft and sweet, with a hint of coquettish nasal tone: "Hello~ Darling, why are you only calling now?"

This 180-degree change in attitude stunned the two people next to him who were still immersed in the afterglow of the "game" just now.

Xiaolan completely ignored the two "witnesses" in the dormitory. She turned to the side, facing her phone screen, one hand supporting her cheek, the other unconsciously twirling the ends of her chestnut curly hair. Her calves were elegantly crossed, her slender ankles and calves, encased in light brown sheer stockings, swaying gently under the table.

"Hmm... I just got to the dorm a little while ago, still unpacking." She looked at the screen, her eyes sparkling, her voice so gentle it could melt your heart, "I'm exhausted... I missed you..."

A young man's voice could be faintly heard from the other end of the screen, seemingly asking her if she had eaten and reminding her to get some rest.

"I've already eaten, just grabbed a quick bite on the way. You're the one who should be busy and forget to eat, or your stomach will hurt." Xiaolan pouted, a hint of reproach in her voice, but her eyes were overflowing with sweetness. "Are you coming back this weekend? I want your sweet and sour pork ribs..."

Completely absorbed in her video call with her boyfriend, she would sometimes chuckle softly, sometimes playfully scold him, and sometimes tap the screen with her fingertip as if poking his face. Her usual calm, composed, and slightly aloof demeanor had vanished without a trace; at this moment, she was simply a lovestruck woman, affectionately teasing her boyfriend. Even the way her stockinged legs swayed exuded an ****, sweet, and joyful excitement.

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) and Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) watched from the side, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Holy crap..." Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) whispered to Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo), "Her face changes faster than turning the pages of a book... Is this the stench of love?"

Lin Wanqing (Chen Mo) couldn't help but twitch her lips. Just a moment ago, she thought her assertive roommate had a powerful and unapproachable aura, but after one phone call, she instantly transformed into a soft and sweet girl? What a contrast…

However, looking at Xiaolan's profile as she was completely unguarded and engrossed in her phone call with her boyfriend, her swaying, shapely calves and ankles encased in flesh-colored stockings...

Xiao Wei (Old Huang) unconsciously swallowed, her throat bobbing. The sheen of those stockings, the swaying curves… um, it seemed… to have a different flavor than black or white stockings?

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) keenly noticed Lao Huang's (Xiao Wei's) subtle movement and the ****, fixed gaze he (or she) cast on Xiao Lan's stockinged legs. He (or she) gently nudged Xiao Wei's (Lao Huang's) waist, gestured with his (or her's) eyes to Xiao Lan, who was lost in her sweet world with her boyfriend, and then, raising an eyebrow, silently mouthed something in Xiao Lan's direction:

"Would you like to... try this?"

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang)'s eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice, her excitement and eagerness practically written all over her face.

Chen Mo (Lin Wanqing) smiled mischievously. He (she) first gestured for Xiao Wei (Old Huang) to be quiet, then closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into the depths.

Almost simultaneously, Xiaolan, who was sitting at her desk smiling sweetly at her phone, trembled almost imperceptibly, her eyes momentarily glazed over. On the other end of the video call, her boyfriend seemed to ask, "What's wrong?" Xiaolan immediately snapped back to reality, shaking her head with a smile: "Nothing, I think a bug just flew by and startled me."

In that instant when she was distracted, Chen Mo's consciousness, like a ghost, quietly covered and merged with her.

Without Chen Mo's support, Lin Wanqing's body suddenly went limp, her head tilted to the side, and she slumped face down onto the desk, which still retained a hint of dampness, falling into a brief, **** state. Her arms remained in the position they had been holding her coat in.

Seeing this, Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) knew that Chen Mo had already taken action. Her heart pounded, and her gaze turned to Xiao Lan, who was currently facing away from them and continuing her video call with her boyfriend.

"Xiao Lan" was still holding her phone, her face turned to the screen, her smile as sweet as ever, her tone as gentle as ever: "...Yeah, I miss you too, mwah~"

There appears to be nothing unusual.

But Xiao Wei (Old Huang) knew that the sexy, mature body had been taken over by someone else. He (or she) licked his (or her) slightly dry lips, and a bold idea popped into his (or her) head.

He/She tiptoed, like a kitten stealing cream, from his/her chair to the floor next to Xiaolan's chair, and then, while "Xiaolan" was focused (pretending to be focused) on listening to her boyfriend on the phone, her attention seemingly completely on the screen—

He (or she) stretched out his (or her) small feet, clad in white knee-high socks, and with the toes of his (or her) stockings, gently and quickly brushed against Xiaolan's ankle, which was unconsciously swaying slightly under the table and covered in light brown stockings!

"Ah!" Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) was caught off guard and let out a short, genuinely surprised and slightly suppressed exclamation. Her body trembled, and she almost threw her phone away.

Her boyfriend on the other end of the video call immediately asked with concern, "Lanlan? What's wrong?"

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) quickly calmed herself down, and with her free hand, she seemingly casually and soothingly touched her ankle that had just been rubbed (actually, she was checking the feel and getting used to the sensation of the stockings on her new body), while giving the screen a slightly reproachful but sweet smile:

"It's nothing~ Ugh~" she drawled, her voice so sweet it could melt your heart, "It's Weiwei, my cutest roommate, she... she tickled my feet, it was so ticklish~"

As she spoke, she turned around and gave Xiao Wei (Old Huang), who was still squatting on the ground with her little face upturned and a mischievous, innocent smile, a look that said, "I really can't do anything with you," a look filled with doting and indulgent affection.

This acting is so natural.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) received this look, understood immediately, and became even bolder. Instead of restraining herself, she moved forward from her squatting position, then reached out her small hand and this time grabbed Xiao Lan's beautifully curved calf, which was clad in flesh-colored stockings!

My fingers sank into the firm, elastic skin encased in stockings, and gently pinched the curve of her calf.

"Mmm..." Xiaolan (Chen Mo) trembled again. This time, the sound that escaped her throat carried a real, tingling sensation from being touched by a stranger who was also familiar (after all, it was her brother's hand). She (he) quickly adjusted her breathing and continued to coax her boyfriend on the other side of the screen, "Look at her, here she comes again~ Stop it, Weiwei, I'm on the phone~"

As they spoke, they seemed to be trying to break free, but in reality, they let the leg that was being held pull back slightly, while their ankle turned slightly, allowing the small hand covered in white stockings to stroke more smoothly.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) was seized by a playful impulse. Her little hand slid up her calf, past her knee, and through the thin, bodycon knit skirt, began to make circles on the outside of her thigh. At the same time, her other hand was not idle either. She quietly reached for her phone on the ground, unlocked it, opened a rhythm game, selected a song with a very strong rhythm, but did not play it immediately.

He looked at the area in front of him, so close, tightly encased in light brown stockings, slightly parted due to his sitting posture, where the stockings gleamed alluringly beneath the hem of his skirt.

A brilliant (and crazy) idea was born.

He (or she) first used his (or her) fingers, through the thin stockings and panties, to gently press the slightly raised, soft area between Xiaolan's legs.

It was warm to the touch, even a little...damp? It seems that this body is quite sensitive, or perhaps the playful fight with Xiao Wei (the original owner) and the flirtatious phone conversation with her boyfriend had already caused this body to react.

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo)'s body visibly tensed for a moment, her breathing slightly erratic, but her smile on the phone remained perfect: "...Hmm? What did you say? Oh, the weekend plans..."

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) tried to press the corner of her phone screen, through the slippery stockings, against the slightly damp indentation, and then tried to "click" the virtual buttons on the screen.

...It failed. It was too slippery, and through the fabric of the stockings and underwear, it was impossible to trigger it accurately.

But the cool touch of the phone screen and the slight vibration feedback were clearly transmitted to that sensitive tip. Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, letting out a very soft gasp.

"What's wrong, Lanlan? Your voice sounds a little strange," her boyfriend asked.

"N-nothing... I just choked on my water." Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) quickly covered up, while giving Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) a warning look. But Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) could clearly see the excitement and mischievousness in her eyes.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) tried a different method. He/She picked up the phone, this time not using the screen, but the side of the phone—the rounded edge. Then, he/she lay down, his/her upper body almost touching Xiao Lan's thigh, holding the phone with both hands, and pointing the top of the phone at that wet and slippery entrance.

Then, before Xiaolan (Chen Mo) could react, he (she) used his wrist to push the top of the phone, through the flesh-colored stockings that had been slightly soaked with love fluid and turned dark, little by little, into that soft indentation!

"Ugh—!" Xiaolan (Chen Mo) bit her lower lip hard, swallowing the moan. The sensation of the foreign object, even through the stockings, even though it was just the small, not-so-sharp tip of the phone, was still incredibly intense and...shameful as it penetrated her soft, moist private parts, which had never been invaded by such a "toy" before!

Even worse, Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) inserted a small part of the phone into the slot, and after feeling that it was wet and tight enough, she maintained that position and then tapped "Start" on the mobile rhythm game!

Intense and rhythmic game background music and sound effects immediately begin!

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) held the exposed part of the phone with both hands, staring at the screen, and actually started playing a rhythm game! As his fingers quickly tapped and slid on the screen, his wrists holding the phone naturally tightened and adjusted their angle.

With each click and each swipe, the top of the phone, inserted at the entrance of the little orchid hole, would rotate, move in and out, and rub slightly!

The sizzling sound, the friction of the wet stockings mixed with the intense background noise of the rhythm game, echoed in the small dormitory room.

"Ah...ha...no...Weiwei, stop it...um..." Xiaolan's (Chen Mo's) voice completely changed, filled with uncontrollable gasps and trembling. She (he) had to press her face closer to the phone screen, almost gritting her teeth, just to barely maintain a normal tone of voice while talking to her boyfriend, "...It really...it's so itchy...she's tickling me...the soles of my feet...and vibrating my phone..."

The excuse was ridiculously lame, but the boyfriend on the other end of the video call seemed to be engrossed in his sweet conversation with his girlfriend and didn't investigate further, only smiling and telling her not to go too far.

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) felt like she was going crazy. Her full breasts, different in size from Lin Wanqing's but equally alluring, swayed and bounced beneath her tight knitted dress as her body trembled and tensed, their tips already noticeably protruding. The strange and intense stimulation from her lower body, caused by the constant "operation" of her phone, caused her body temperature to rise rapidly, her vagina to contract violently, and her love juice to flow even more profusely, soaking the crotch of her stockings and the top of her phone even more.

Pleasure surged like the tide, wave after wave crashing over me.

As Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) got into the game, he even started to challenge himself with high-difficulty combos. His finger movements became faster and stronger, causing the phone to "operate" more and more within Xiao Lan's body.

Finally, during an operation that required a long press and slide, Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) suddenly pushed her wrist!

"Waaaaah—!!" Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) could no longer hold back and let out a short, sharp, tearful scream. Her body arched upwards, and she gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands.

The boyfriend on the other end of the video call was startled: "Lanlan?! What's wrong?!"

The climax came suddenly and violently. Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) convulsed violently, and a gush of hot love fluid gushed out uncontrollably, soaking through her stockings and even wetting the top of her phone and Xiao Wei's (Lao Huang) hand holding the phone.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) stared at the game screen, which was now completely disconnected and displayed "FAILED" because of her sudden push, and felt the warm, wet sensation in her palm. She was stunned.

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) lay slumped on the table, her chest heaving, panting heavily. Her face was flushed and covered in sweat from the afterglow of her orgasm. Her mature and intellectual demeanor was completely gone, leaving only utter daze and indulgence. Her stockinged legs were still twitching slightly.

On the other end of the phone, her boyfriend's anxious voice kept coming through: "Lanlan? Lanlan, say something! What happened?"

Several seconds passed before Xiaolan (Chen Mo) could barely catch her breath. She picked up her phone, looked at her boyfriend's worried face on the screen, and **** a tired yet extremely languid, even slightly seductive smile. Her voice was hoarse and soft:

"It's...it's alright...darling..."

She (he) paused, her eyes glazed and glistening with the afterglow of climax, her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a sentence that made her (him) feel incredibly ashamed, yet was also full of mischief and a certain boasting:

"Just now... Vivi was making too much noise... I accidentally... um... cried out..."

"Did I scare you?" He licked his lips, his gaze drifting to Xiao Wei (Old Huang), who was still lying beside him, looking at him with a playful expression. His voice was lower and softer, with a post-coital hoarseness and seduction, "But..."

"This voice... is it... a 'reward' for you tonight... for masturbating?

"Did I just... act like I was being 'bullied' really badly? Hmm~?"

On the other end of the video call, the boyfriend seemed completely bewildered, stammering and unsure how to respond. After Xiaolan (Chen Mo) finished speaking, without waiting for his reaction, she reached out and pressed the hang-up button with a broken yet satisfied smile.

The call has ended.

In the dormitory, only the heavy breathing of the three people remained, along with the strong, sweet, fishy smell in the air, a mixture of bodily fluids and lust.

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) slowly got up, looking at Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) slumped in the chair, her stockings disheveled, her face flushed and alluring, her phone still wet with a sticky liquid in her hand, Lin Wanqing (the original owner) sleeping soundly on the table next to her, and her own petite body, equally sticky and wet...

He/She blinked those innocent, big eyes, and suddenly felt—

This damn college life seems... a bit too exciting.

——————

Looking at the erotic and chaotic scene before her—Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) slumped in a chair, her stockings disheveled, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with desire; Lin Wanqing, half-asleep on the desk next to her, her clothes disheveled and her large breasts half-exposed; and her own phone covered in wet, slippery love juice and her equally sticky body—she couldn't help but burst out laughing. The laughter, though in Xiao Wei's soft, sweet voice, was full of Lao Huang's wickedness and excitement.

"Hahaha... Brother Mo, your acting is absolutely amazing!" He (or she) moved closer to Xiao Lan (Chen Mo), stretched out his small hand, which was still glistening with water, and poked the other's cheek, which was flushed and covered with fine sweat. "That moaning sound, tsk, even I almost got hard just listening to it... Oh no, I can't get hard now, but it sounds really good!"

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) rolled her eyes. Although her body was still immersed in the afterglow and exhaustion of the orgasm, her consciousness had already adapted to this mature and sexy body. She (he) raised a foot covered in wet flesh-colored stockings and kicked Xiao Wei (Lao Huang)'s calf lightly: "Get lost... It's all because of you, you little rascal... You put the phone in so deep and turned the vibration on so high... I almost couldn't hold back and yelled into the phone."

She (he) took the phone from Xiao Wei (Lao Huang), its screen and edges wet, and disgustedly wiped it with her equally wet and sticky skirt. But when her fingertips touched the warm liquid that belonged to this body, she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart.

Xiao Wei (Old Huang) chuckled, her gaze shifting to Lin Wanqing, who was slumped over the table beside her. Her tall, alluring body lay ****, her shirt open, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin and her large breasts covered in marks. Her black stockings were torn, and there were obvious wet patches on her inner thighs. Her long hair was disheveled, her cheek pressed against the table, her brows slightly furrowed, like a sleeping princess—except this princess had just experienced an extremely intense "ravaging."

"Hey, Mo-ge," Lao Huang (Xiao Wei) nudged Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) with his elbow, his eyes gleaming with ill intent, and said in a low voice, "Look at Sister Wanqing... she's sleeping so soundly, she doesn't know anything..."

He/She licked his/her lips, a wicked yet excited smile spreading across his/her face: "Anyway, she won't wake up anytime soon... so how about we... have a 'threesome'? We'll... use our two bodies now... to 'take good care' of her?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo (Xiao Lan)'s gaze also fell upon Lin Wanqing's unguarded and alluring body. Without the slightest hesitation, a wicked smile curled up at the corner of his (or her) lips.

“Good idea.” He/She pushed back the chair, stood up, and although the legs were still a little weak, they quickly regained their balance with the support of the new body. He/She took a step forward, his/her long legs covered in damp, sticky flesh, and walked to Lin Wanqing’s side. He/She bent down, and a scent mixed with the smell of sweat, flowers, and a faint aroma of desire wafted over.

She (he) reached out, supporting Lin Wanqing's back with one hand and scooping up her legs with the other—a position that was a bit strenuous for "Xiao Lan's" equally tall but slender body, but she (he) still steadily lifted that fuller, softer body horizontally. The heavy, large breasts pressed against her (his) arms and chest, and that weight and softness made Chen Mo (Xiao Lan)'s heart flutter.

Lin Wanqing let out a soft moan unconsciously as she moved, her head resting softly on his shoulder, her breathing still steady and long.

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) carried her to Lin Wanqing's own bed—a clean and tidy single bed with light blue sheets—and gently placed her on it.

Losing her support, Lin Wanqing sank into the bed like a soft spring pool. Her long hair spread out on the pillow, and her open shirt slipped down even further, almost revealing half of her snow-white breasts and her erect, rosy nipple. Her long legs, encased in black stockings, unconsciously parted slightly, and the hem of her skirt bunched up at her waist, revealing a similarly messy wet patch underneath.

Xiao Wei (Old Huang) followed like an excited puppy, crawled to the bedside, and knelt down beside Lin Wanqing. His (her) innocent big eyes were now sparkling with naked desire and curiosity. He reached out his small hand and first tentatively touched the full and soft tip of Lin Wanqing's chest with his fingertips.

Lin Wanqing's body trembled slightly. Even in her sleep, the touch on her most sensitive parts still produced an instinctive reaction. Her small nipples hardened slightly under the fingertips.

“Hehe… there’s a reaction…” Xiao Wei (Old Huang) became bolder, as if he had discovered a new toy. He (she) leaned down and first approached the pair of majestic snow-capped peaks, rubbing his cheek against the smooth and warm flesh. Then, he stuck out his pink little tongue and tentatively licked the hard, rosy nipple.

"Mmm..." A muffled, nasal moan escaped from Lin Wanqing's throat, and her body involuntarily arched upwards, as if trying to chase after that warm, wet touch.

Encouraged, Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) worked even harder. Like a greedy kitten, she began to circle the areola with her tongue, sometimes gently sucking on the nipple, sometimes grinding it lightly with her teeth, making a soft, watery sound. Her other hand was not idle either, covering the other breast, kneading and squeezing it forcefully, making the flesh deform between her fingers.

Meanwhile, Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) also got into bed. She (he) didn't touch Lin Wanqing's upper body, but instead knelt between Lin Wanqing's parted legs.

Looking at the pair of long, straight legs covered in tattered black stockings, now unable to be parted, and the wet, glistening secret garden between them, Chen Mo (Xiao Lan)'s breathing became heavier. She (he) lifted one of her feet—the foot was still wearing the high-heeled sandals she had worn while on the phone call, but the stockings were now soaked and sticky.

With her (his) feet clad in slippery, flesh-colored stockings, she gently stepped onto the soft, smooth skin of Lin Wanqing's inner thigh, feeling the sticky friction between the black stockings and the flesh-colored stockings, between skin and skin. Then, her toes traced the sensitive area along the inner thigh, moving upwards, almost imperceptibly brushing against that slippery, muddy core region.

"Ah..." Lin Wanqing's reaction was even stronger. Even in her drowsy state, her body trembled violently, and her waist arched uncontrollably upwards, as if she wanted to avoid it, or as if she wanted to welcome the strange and stimulating touch.

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) smiled playfully. She (he) simply took off the cumbersome sandals, allowing her jade-like foot, completely covered in wet stockings, to press more directly against Lin Wanqing's inner thigh. Her toes deftly parted the slippery petals, and the side of her sole pressed against the swollen pearl, beginning to rub slowly and forcefully up and down.

"Mmm... Ah... No... Don't..." Lin Wanqing began to utter intermittent, indistinct, dreamlike moans, her brows furrowing even more tightly, her body twisting restlessly, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets beneath her. Her consciousness seemed to still be in the deep, chaotic sea, but her body's instincts had been completely ignited, rapidly heating up under the two men's manipulations, becoming hot and slippery.

Hearing the commotion below, Xiao Wei (Old Huang) lifted her face, which was covered in saliva and nipple fluid, and glanced at Lin Wanqing, who was trembling from being "served" by Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) with her stockinged feet. A mischievous and competitive glint flashed in her eyes. She sucked and nibbled at the nipple in her mouth even more vigorously, while her other hand kneaded it more intensely, even gently scraping the areola with her fingernails.

A double whammy from above and below, doubling the stimulation.

Lin Wanqing's moans grew louder and clearer, and her body writhed more violently. She seemed to want to wake up, but her consciousness was like being entangled in a sticky spider web, unable to break free, and she could only passively endure wave after wave of pleasure. Her love juices gushed out like a spring, continuously flowing from her flower cave, soaking Xiao Lan's (Chen Mo's) stockinged feet between her legs even more, and also wetting the sheets.

Watching this perfect body gradually lose control under their manipulation, sinking into the abyss of lust, Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) and Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) exchanged a glance, both seeing **** excitement and a desire to conquer in each other's eyes.

"I...I couldn't hold back either..." Xiao Wei (Old Huang) gasped. From Xiao Wei's body, he could clearly feel that his own lower body was also soaking wet, and emptiness and desire were screaming.

Suddenly, he/she changed position, no longer kneeling, but straddling Lin Wanqing's chest, positioning his/her small private parts, clad in wet white stockings and whose underwear was nowhere to be seen, directly against the center of Lin Wanqing's heavy breasts, which were covered with hickeys and fingerprints.

Then, he/she slightly raised his/her buttocks, and slowly sat down again, using his/her wet and muddy little flower hole to rub, grind, and grind against Lin Wanqing's cleavage and breast flesh. The little buttocks wrapped in white silk rose and fell, and with each time he/she sat down, he/she could feel the extremely soft breast flesh sinking deep into the hollow between his/her legs, bringing an indescribable pleasure of being warmly and softly wrapped and rubbed.

"Ah...so soft...Sister Wanqing's breasts...it feels so good to rub against me..." Xiao Wei (Old Huang) tilted her head back and let out a sweet moan, grabbing Lin Wanqing's shoulders with both hands and swaying her waist even faster.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan (Chen Mo)'s eyes darkened. He (or she) pressed against her from behind, embracing Xiao Wei (Old Huang) who was straddling Lin Wanqing's chest. Her mature, sexy body pressed tightly against Xiao Wei's (or Old Huang's) petite back, one hand reaching under her (or Old Huang's) armpit to precisely grasp her (or Old Huang's) small, perky breasts, already hard beneath her Lolita dress, and kneading them forcefully. Her other hand, meanwhile, slid down Xiao Wei's (or Old Huang's) flat stomach, once again probing into the already slippery, white-stockinged crotch that was frantically rubbing against Lin Wanqing's breasts. Two fingers together, without hesitation, pierced the tight, wet passage, beginning to thrust and probe rapidly!

"Ugh—! Brother Mo...you...you ambushed me!" Xiao Wei (Old Huang)'s body stiffened abruptly, then trembled even more violently. With huge breasts rubbing against her from the front and fingers penetrating from behind, the double attack brought her to the brink of collapse.

Meanwhile, beneath her, Lin Wanqing's body was tense to its limit, stimulated by the intense friction on her breasts and the continuous "service" of her genitals by stockinged feet. Her moans had turned into broken sobs, her body convulsed uncontrollably, her vagina contracted violently, and a gush of scalding love fluid gushed out!

Almost simultaneously—

"They're gone—!!!"

Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) let out a sharp cry, her body arching back sharply, pressing tightly against Xiao Lan (Chen Mo)'s chest. Her flower-like opening between her white-stockinged legs, stimulated by the insertion of fingers and the friction of her breasts, also experienced a fierce climax, her love juices soaking her large breasts and the sheets beneath her.

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) herself, holding the petite, trembling body in her arms, felt the tight suction on her fingers, her chest pressed against the softness of the other's back, and the erotic scent of Lin Wanqing, Xiao Wei, and "herself" swirling around her nose, was also stimulated to the peak by this **** scene. She (he) lowered her head and bit Xiao Wei (Lao Huang)'s bare shoulder and neck hard, letting out a muffled groan, and a surge of heat also erupted between the legs of this mature body, dripping through the soaked stockings and panties.

The triple climax, like the most intense cadenza in a symphony, resounded simultaneously on the small single bed.

Copious amounts of vaginal fluid spurted and flowed from different parts of the three bodies, soaking the pale blue sheets into a dark, messy mess, and the rich, sweet, fishy smell in the air reached its peak.

After a long while, the panting gradually subsided.

Lin Wanqing was still ****, but her face still bore the blush and tear stains of her orgasm, and her body twitched slightly. Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) and Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) were completely exhausted and collapsed on the bed, one lying on Lin Wanqing's chest and the other hugging her from behind. Both of their delicate bodies (one mature and one petite) were covered in sweat and various fluids, their stockings torn and their clothes disheveled, both looking equally disheveled.

"I...I'm so scared..." Xiao Wei (Old Huang) said weakly, her voice hoarse, "This...this is too...exciting..."

Xiao Lan (Chen Mo) was also panting, feeling like she didn't even have the strength to move a finger, but her spirits were unusually high: "It feels so good...it feels so good...but...the sheets are ruined..."

The two rested for a while before finally managing to get up. Looking at the **** Lin Wanqing on the bed and the mess, Xiao Wei (Old Huang)'s eyes darted around again, and a "suicidal" thought popped into her head once more.

"Hey, Brother Mo," he (or she) nudged Xiao Lan (Chen Mo), who was also limp beside him, with an eager smile on his face, "What do you think... if I don't leave Xiao Wei's body, and you don't leave Xiao Lan's body... and we use our current identities... to flirt with Sister Wan Qing, what would happen?"

He/She pointed to Lin Wanqing, who was sleeping soundly on the bed: "When she wakes up and finds out that her roommate was 'playing with' her... her expression will definitely be interesting!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo (Xiao Lan) perked up. His fatigue seemed to vanish instantly. He (or she) sat up, looking at his long legs now encased in tattered flesh-colored stockings, then at Xiao Wei (Lao Huang) beside him, who was wearing tattered white stockings and a Lolita dress. Finally, his gaze fell on the alluring, unguarded, voluptuous body on the bed.

A more chaotic, unrestrained, and outrageous dormitory nightlife plan seems to be quietly unfolding...