Zhou Tingzhao had thought this was already outrageous enough, but her next action was truly unbearable.

Sang Ru suddenly crouched under the desk, but her hand never let go. She positioned herself between his legs, obediently resting on his knees, looking up with an expression that seemed both innocent and filled with desire.

Zhou Tingzhao’s entire body tensed up, his groin instantly swelling even more uncomfortably.

He pressed his lips tightly together, finally putting down his pen. With his hands, he gripped hers and said in a deep voice: “Get up.”

“No.”

She was equally stubborn. As soon as she finished speaking, she continued moving her wrist as if deliberately defying him. The fabric of his pants pressed under her hand, tightly binding his member.

Like a venomous snake flicking its tongue and constricting its prey tighter and tighter, Zhou Tingzhao felt he could barely breathe freely.

He exerted more strength to restrain her mischievous hand, his downcast gaze turbulent.

“Get up,” Zhou Tingzhao said again.

“No,” her eyes suddenly turned red, softly and tenderly complaining, “You’re being mean to me!”

Zhou Tingzhao immediately didn’t know how to handle her and could only weakly say: “I’m not…”

The corners of her mouth turned down in a grieved expression, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly. Ignoring his denial, she said: “You lied to me too.”

“What did I lie about?”

Sang Ru made a show of trying to free herself from his grip. Unable to escape, she raised her chin slightly to indicate: “See, you said you wouldn’t stop me, but now you won’t let me move.”

There was such a moment in his memory—a self-made trap.

Their gazes intertwined, silently wrestling in the air. Zhou Tingzhao’s Adam’s apple bobbed once, and he finally surrendered.

He released his grip on her hands, returning his own to the desktop, and picked up his pen again.

If he couldn’t touch her, couldn’t stop her, then could he at least ignore her?

Evidently not.

He could avoid looking, but rustling sounds continued from below, not loud, but enough to distract him.

Seeing him yield, she became even more unrestrained.

Zhou Tingzhao suddenly felt a tickling sensation at his waist—she had reached there. She was pulling down his waistband. What barrier could there be inside but a thin pair of underwear? And she had already moved closer, her moist, hot breath penetrating the fabric, spraying entirely onto his member.

So close. He would only need to raise his body slightly to poke his manhood against her mouth.

Zhou Tingzhao clenched his fists. His resistance had even less conviction than he thought. Most shamefully, he was anticipating what would happen next.

Sang Ru saw him return to his homework and wondered why he was so difficult to tease today.

Zhou Tingzhao was always one to endure, but everyone has a breaking point. She could always find his breaking point, then watch him tear off his serious mask, watch him collapse, watch him tremble as he ejaculated.

However, upon seeing the state inside his loose pants, Sang Ru couldn’t help but laugh.

Indeed, his mouth was hard, but his cock was harder.

She looked up at him again. Zhou Tingzhao’s facial features were tightly strung in rigid lines, attractive even from this angle.

She rubbed that rigid shaft through his underwear, then suddenly bent her head down and licked it.

Almost at the instant of contact, Zhou Tingzhao let out a low, muffled groan.

Each of her movements was predictable, from just tentatively extending her tongue tip to lick, to confidently using more of her tongue’s surface for greater coverage, taking in his scent and texture completely in her mouth.

His member began to quiver under her teasing. Sang Ru lovingly gripped it. Wrapped more tightly in the smooth fabric, the veins bulging on his shaft became visible.

The sight was intensely sensual. Sang Ru instinctively clenched her buttocks—she was getting wet.

“Zhou Tingzhao,” Sang Ru called his name while gently stroking.

Zhou Tingzhao only responded with an “Mm,” without looking at her.

He dared not look.

“Look at me.”

He remained silent, his pen suspended above the draft paper, long since motionless.

Sang Ru wiggled his member: “Look at me.”

With pleasure held in her hand as leverage, Zhou Tingzhao finally lowered his head, casting his tempered gaze upon her.

Seeing him obey, Sang Ru smiled with delight, then proceeded to break through his final line of defense.

His member was suddenly released, then immediately enveloped in her mouth, producing lewd swallowing sounds.

Zhou Tingzhao responded by clenching his fist on the edge of the desk. His thinking ability instantly vanished, a pervasive tingling sensation rising from his lower abdomen. Her mouth was so hot, so tight; when she enveloped him, he nearly lost control immediately.

Sang Ru moved her head up and down around him. The massive head filled her mouth, and she deliberately rubbed against its ridge, turning her head to pleasure him. During her movements, she heard Zhou Tingzhao sigh softly.

She suddenly sucked hard once, causing Zhou Tingzhao to finally touch her, placing his hand on the back of her head.

Sang Ru hummed twice, continuing to hold him in her mouth while freeing a hand to pull down the underwear edge restraining the base of his penis. His swollen testicles were also exposed to the air, and then fell into her hand.

Having his cock sucked while his balls were played with, Zhou Tingzhao was about to lose his mind completely.

He stared at her with reddened eyes. Such a scene was enough to make him instantly surrender.

She was still wearing her school uniform, her ponytail tied high, swinging back and forth with her movements, carrying away one’s soul along with it.

The beginning of a youthful nightmare that lasted ten years. Yet the gods had returned the beautiful dream overnight. The divine woman showed mercy, reversing for him the obscure years of his youth.

Never having obtained anything, yet suddenly seeming to have everything at once, faced with a dream come true, one always appears trembling with anxiety.

He no longer dared—