Jeremy shoved Caroline away, his chest heaving, finally managing to regain a sliver of his
sanity. He breathed heavily, his voice low and urgent: "Listen, I'm not a monster. But you
have to stay away from me—especially don't let my sister know."
Caroline pouted her delicate cherry lips, her eyes still burning with the afterglow of her recent
climax.She licked her lips, her voice coquettish like a cat in heat: "Stay away? Are you
kidding me? Right now, all I can think about is you—your cock, your taste… Come on, let's
go to the abandoned warehouse behind the school and keep playing, okay?"
Jeremy shook his head, firmly refusing: "No." He quickly grabbed his jeans from the side and
hurriedly pulled them on. His underwear had long been torn to shreds by Caroline's frenzied
claws, but his penis, still hard from the influence of his bloodline, pressed against his crotch
like an iron rod. He tried to tighten his belt, but the buttons had already been thrown off, and
he could only barely hold onto the waistband with his hands, barely managing to cover his
lower body. His sensitivity control skills helped a lot, preventing him from arching his back in
pain as before, but the lingering pleasure still made his legs weak.
Caroline looked at his disheveled state, and her desire subsided slightly. Her beautiful
breasts trembled slightly beneath her disheveled shirt, her face flushed, like a slut who had
just been fucked good. "Okay, baby, if you want it this way, then forget it. But you have to
come to me after school; my pussy is soaking wet right now, waiting for you to fill it." She
blinked, a hint of reluctance in her voice.
Jeremy didn't want to argue any longer. He nodded slightly, but his mind was already made
up: he absolutely wouldn't see her. Elena's possessiveness hung like a knife over his head,
clearing his head considerably. He turned and hurriedly left the woods, leaving Caroline
alone against a tree trunk.
Caroline stared at Jeremy's retreating figure, especially his shapely buttocks taut in his
jeans. She couldn't resist reaching out and rubbing her own vulva through her skirt. Her
fingers easily slipped into her wet slit. She didn't know why she was so obsessed with this
guy—was it the superhuman strength that surged through her body after having sex with
him, or was she simply captivated by his charm? "Oh… Jeremy, your cock is so big, so
hard… Fuck me, fuck this slut to death…" she murmured, two fingers thrusting deep into her
vaginal walls, stirring the sensitive folds, penetrating deeper and deeper until a gush of heat
spurted out. She had another orgasm. Her skirt soaked with her juices. She panted, licking
her fingers, her eyes filled with lust: "Next time, I'll ride you and drain you of your cum..."
Jeremy walked down the school corridor, his body and mind utterly exhausted. He couldn't
help but curse Caroline in his mind: "Bitch, one day I'll fuck you to death, make you beg for
mercy." His penis was still hard, rubbing against the rough denim, making every step
excruciating. Worse still, he felt his belt loosen—damn it, he'd pulled it up too hastily, and
now his pants were slipping down. He panicked, glancing down; his pants were about to fall
down at any moment. Students streamed through the corridor; if his pants slipped down now,
his genitals would be completely exposed, and his reputation at school would be ruined for
life—a complete pervert?
"Damn!" he cursed under his breath, quickening his pace towards the nearest men's
bathroom. Just as he was about to push open the door, he heard lewd moans coming from
inside: "Fuck me deeper... Ah! So good, your cock is so thick..." Jeremy's face darkened.
Someone was this horny in the morning? Clearly, someone was doing it inside, and he didn't
want to stumble upon them. He glanced at the women's bathroom next door; it was empty.
Whatever, he'd get in first. He slipped in, went straight to a stall, and locked the door. His
pants finally came undone, and his hard cock sprang out with a "snap," dangling in the air.
He quickly grabbed his waistband and tried to pull it up, but there were no buttons, and
nothing he did worked. If only he had a safety pin, it could temporarily hold.
Just then, he heard footsteps outside. Jeremy's heart raced, and he held his breath. The
next stall door opened, and he heard the sound of urine splashing—someone was urinating.
He became even more nervous; if he were found in the women's bathroom, he'd be in big
trouble. He tried to adjust his pants again, his shoes making a slight scraping sound on the
floor.
Bonnie next door was squatting to urinate. She wiped her genitals, cleaning the warm, dark
brown skin with a tissue. Her skin was velvety soft in the natural light, with a faint golden
glow on her cheeks and brow bone. She was only 5 feet 2 inches tall, her petite figure
resembling that of a 20-year-old girl. She had narrow shoulders, a firm chest, and low,
narrow hips—an overall figure ranging from straight to slightly curved. Her breasts were
neither too big nor too small, perfectly proportioned, forming a soft arc beneath her tight
T-shirt. Her waist was slim, her hips slightly wider, her buttocks round yet firm, like a sporty
pear shape. Hearing the noise next door, she couldn't help but ask, "Hey, are you okay?"
Jeremy swallowed, forcing himself to calm down. He replied in a low voice, "Yeah,
everything's fine. It's just... I'm in a little trouble."
Bonnie responded from the side, "Trouble? What trouble?"
Jeremy saw the shadow under the crack. Two feet in flat shoes. He knew those shoes.
Without hesitation, he asked for help, "Bonnie, do you have a safety pin? My button fell off,
and I can't find it."
Bonnie's heart leaped with joy; this was a perfect opportunity. Although he was her best
friend Elena's brother, what kind of friend wouldn't take advantage of her? Besides, Jeremy
was so handsome, so attractive; his big eyes and muscular physique made her steal glances
occasionally. She opened the stall door, her voice gentle, "Okay, Jeremy, you can come out.
I'll help you."