"Did you know we're going to have a new literature teacher?" Distaste and irritation fill He Xuan's voice. "Apparently Wen laoshi got into a terrible accident, so some sub's replacing him for the rest of the year." He lays down the money he owed Hua Cheng like two fucking weeks ago, along with a packet of gummies and cigs.
Hua Cheng shrugs. Is he supposed to care? He always hated their teacher—that disgusting old fool with the bulbous nose and stupid bowlcut. It's high time he got replaced. "Cool story."
"What do you mean cool story? We have like three months before the entrance exams. What if this new teacher sucks ass, and it fucks me over?"
Hua Cheng pockets the haul. "Then you weren't very smart to begin with."
Aggravated by Hua Cheng's apathy, He Xuan returns to his desk to sulk. Hua Cheng resumes his sketch of the outside world: birds, bees, flowers—back to the basics because buildings were starting to bore him.
The bell rings, indicating the end of their break and the start of a new class period. The moodiness He Xuan radiates begins to seep under Hua Cheng's skin; suddenly Hua Cheng is moody too but not for the same reasons. He Xuan is irritated because he has genuine concerns over the substitute teacher's potential quality of teaching. Hua Cheng is irritated because in addition to the teacher he also hates the class and has no desire to be enticed by a young, aspiring radicalize-society type into appreciating the beauty of the written word.
Hua Cheng turns his gaze towards the window. Literature is currently his worst subject. Not his damn fault their buffoon of a teacher couldn't understand his handwriting.
He's half-asleep, listening to music with a cleverly hidden ear pod, when the classroom door opens and students shuffle back to their assigned positions.
"Good afternoon class, today I'll be introducing the substitute teacher. Please say hello to Teacher Xie Lian!"
Eyes drooping, Hua Cheng wonders what he should have for dinner. Last time he checked, there was leftover cabbage, water spinach, and mustard greens. So, maybe a stew. He should've left the pork from the freezer to thaw, though.
"—it's so nice to meet everyone, I hope we all have a great semester together!"
Using the corner of his eye, Hua Cheng notices He Xuan has gone still.
"The fuck," he hears He Xuan say.
Another thing Hua Cheng notices: no one is snickering or throwing around paperballs. He turns his gaze towards the substitute.
Perfect features and pretty doe-eyes greet him. Hua Cheng's breath bundles in his throat.
This—this explains why close to 100% of all the other alpha students in this room have taken to shamelessly leaning over their desks, awe evident across their faces, their mouths so wide open they're practically drooling. A brazen display of solidarity made worse when the principal leaves and Xie Lian moves to close the door after her, bending down to pick up a pen she dropped sometime during the little procession.
That face. That ass. Their new teacher is a bombshell.
"Degenerates," He Xuan sneers. His head swivels back, and he groans. "Not you, too."
Easy for him to say. His true love is marine conservation activism—oh, and smelly fish Hua Cheng delights in reminding He Xuan would make for delicious sushi.
"Remind me why literature is my favourite subject," Hua Cheng says.
He Xuan gives him a look of annoyed confusion. "It's not? This is your worst class!"
Not for long, Hua Cheng makes up his mind.
Unfortunately, Hua Cheng's desire to learn is far outpaced by his apparent understanding of the subject matter. He never paid attention in class, never saw a real need to, and it is a mistake that has come to bite him in the ass, having been rectified a little too late.
"I even quoted Bai Juyi," Hua Cheng murmurs, frowning. His poem wasn't even part of the required readings. Yes, Hua Cheng did out-of-the-box research. But look at what it got him.
"This passage from page 212 demonstrates her longing—well, I can't even fucking read the rest of it," He Xuan snarks unhelpfully.
Unfortunately, it's a sentiment that is shared by Xie Lian, albeit in a more tactful, more considerate way. But he tells Hua Cheng he can rewrite it—on a Word document, even.
"I see promise in your argument. I can't wait to read it again," Xie Lian says.
Hua Cheng smiles and stares. There is a line of students outside his door. No doubt budding scholars who have somehow developed a newfound appreciation for the classics within a span of two days. It's funny. A hot omega teacher comes along and suddenly everyone wants to be on their A-game.
"Xie laoshi is too kind," Hua Cheng says. "I'll do my best."
Xie Lian beams. Every single synonym for the word beautiful has never been more relevant until now. He's also so youthful in looks he can't be much older than them. Hua Cheng gives or takes five years.
"Fuck, how's your lit teacher smoking hot? He has to be a supermodel, while I'm stuck with a hag," Pei Ming says mournfully at lunch, ogling Xie Lian, who is in the middle of a conversation with the said hag.
"I'm fifty yuan short," Hua Cheng says, extending his palm.
Pei Ming wordlessly hands the money over. Hua Cheng chucks the dime bag at him and tells him to get lost. Pei Ming happily scrams.
It soon becomes the talk of town. The hot new omega teacher who replaced Ugly Bowlcut Guy.
That night, Hua Cheng skips the porn and jerks himself off in the dark, sustained by a fantasy of a naked Xie Lian lecturing him as he gestures at a chalkboard with a ruler.
"Hua Cheng, I'm sorry, but what's this passage supposed to be?"
"San Lang," Hua Cheng says. "It's San Lang, Xie laoshi."
"Okay, Hua—I mean, San Lang. Talk me through this?" Xie Lian looks at him expectantly, eyes honey gold where the sunlight hits them just right. It's nice he had the foresight to wear a sleeveless blouse; his shoulders are glorious.
Hua Cheng looks down at his essay—the third assignment of the month. To tell Xie Lian the truth he doesn't recall much about the writing process. He was high and on Red Bull. But through the fog of lost memory he remembers looking up something American. K-something. Kerouac. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
"It's supposed to be an analysis on the, um, presentation of grief and self-sacrifice in—" He gestures towards the novel on Xie Lian's desk before explaining the rest.
Xie Lian stares.
Hua Cheng winces. It's so silent a pin could drop. He knew he should've stuck to the assigned readings.
But Xie Lian's face breaks into a smile, as radiant as dawn. "That was beautifully put, San Lang. It was—clever. Brilliant. You have a way with words. I can't really say the same about your actual handwriting"—He laughs to let Hua Cheng know he's making a joke—"but there's always room for improvement, you know."
It's wonderful that Xie Lian sees promise in him. Truly.
"Yeah, I should probably learn some calligraphy," Hua Cheng says with a nod.
Out of his own volition, never. But for his hot, sexy teacher, yes.
"Mm, that would be an added bonus."
Hua Cheng makes a show out of looking meek and embarrassed. It would normally be a struggle to pretend because he is anything but—people fear him if they aren't lusting after him—but because he needs Xie Lian to believe he requires educational assistance, the acting comes naturally. "Xie laoshi, can I come back to you if I need help with something? You see, my grades in the previous semester weren't the best, and I'd like them to improve by the end of the year."
"That you can do. My door's always open, San Lang. Feel free to ask any time," Xie Lian says in understanding.
Yes, Hua Cheng will do exactly that. Since Xie Lian offered so generously.
Xie Lian is wearing glasses. Glasses.
Hua Cheng's cock stiffens to life inside his pants.
"What are these creeps even doing here," He Xuan says, referring to the three pairs of eyes stacked one on top of the other peering through the in-classroom window: Pei Ming and his equally lascivious friends.
"Beats me," Hua Cheng says distantly, wondering where he's seen this scene before.
Oh, right. Somewhere between the start of class and Xie Lian discussing a few lines from the Dao De Jing Hua Cheng superimposed his sexy schoolteacher fantasy onto Xie Lian because it's what horny teenage boys do.
"—alright, everyone, I trust we're all on the same page?" Xie Lian says, gathering up his hair in a bun.
Many of the alphas nod with open-mouthed expressions Xie Lian must misinterpret as profound interest in the Dao De Jing. Hua Cheng is one hundred percent sure they could not give two shits about the Dao De Jing.
"Xie laoshi, can you go over your discussion about harmony again?" asks He Xuan, to the ire of many.
And then, they hear a crash. Xie Lian rushes outside and finds Pei Ming and co. tangled in a heap together. He rightfully sends them to the principal's office for being out of class and thus breaking school rules.
"Ooh, what's that?"
Hua Cheng turns his head to find Shi Qingxuan peering over his shoulder, eyes wide at what she sees.
"None of your business," Hua Cheng snaps, slamming his sketchbook shut.
"You're such a pervert," she giggles. "The pencil skirt, the stockings. The ruler. I wonder what poor Xie laoshi might make of it."
He Xuan overhears this: he gives Hua Cheng a scathing look. He probably disagrees with the objectification of his beloved teacher whom he's come to appreciate as an erudite soul nobody else in this class could hope to understand.
But he'd be wrong. That's what Hua Cheng believes, too. That Xie Lian is a divine being to be worshipped, venerated. Treated with respect. It just so happens Hua Cheng is incredibly sexually attracted to Xie Lian and unable to deny it.
"Xie laoshi does look good in glasses, huh?" Shi Qingxuan adds.
He Xuan shoots Shi Qingxuan the same look he gave Hua Cheng before returning to his desk, reading his notes in betrayed silence.
"Can you go away now?" Hua Cheng says through gritted teeth.
Shi Qingxuan smartly retreats.
Hua Cheng stumbles upon the sight of Xie Lian being surrounded by a group of furious omegas.
"You—you dirty sickos!" a male omega student confronts a pair of alphas.
The alpha holding a dripping garden hose puts on an unconvincing expression of shock. "No! It was an accident! I swear! How could I have known where Xie laoshi was, my back was turned the entire time!"
Around them, students whisper and go as close as they can to the scene of the crime.
"Yeah, his hand slipped, you have to believe us!" his friend says, her look of confusion so laughably bad it would win a Worst Actor award. "Why would we do something like this on purpose?"
The barely hidden arousal in the alphas' faces; the way Xie Lian is soaked in water from head-to-toe, the shape of his thighs accentuated by wet fabric. Hua Cheng's understanding of the situation clicks into place right away.
"It's okay, I'm not angry," says Xie Lian kindly, always so oblivious to the stares his presence alone attracts. "I'm sure it really was an accident."
The pair sigh, relieved.
"Perhaps we could also help Xie laoshi change clothes, by way of apology?" the one who held the hose jokes.
This comment is met with several indignant glares, and the wonder duo is chased away with multiple brooms all the way to the parking lot.
"That wasn't necessary," Xie Lian says with a sigh.
It's just like him to believe the best in people. To be unable to discern ill intentions. Hua Cheng wants to sigh at his sweet teacher's rare brand of innocence.
"Xie laoshi, you should go and change right away, you might catch a cold," one of the omegas insists.
Upon his students' behest, Xie Lian agrees. No one else dares follow, lest Xie Lian's protectors make good on their promise to scalp them, but Hua Cheng, who was hidden in the shadows the entire time, finds his feet moving of his own accord and his eyes transfixed to the sway of Xie Lian's generous ass.
He knows it's wrong, knows he must be violating several laws enshrined in the criminal code, but he ends up at a peephole watching Xie Lian strip down in a bathroom all the same, mouth filled with hot spit.
Xie Lian is even more glorious in nothing but panties, his body lithe, lean, and toned in all the right places. Hua Cheng's beloved teacher is beyond perfect, with those wide hips meant for broad hands to hold, with soft lips Hua Cheng wishes he could kiss. While Hua Cheng is guilty for preying on Xie Lian like the pervert alphas who should be rightfully incarcerated for being Peeping Toms, he can't deny he loves the view. He also doesn't want to stop…
It must've been during Hua Cheng's moment of self-reflection that Xie Lian gained awareness because he's now looking all around the bathroom, shivering as though he suspects he's being watched.
There's no way for Xie Lian to know who's spying on him but Hua Cheng decides he has had his fill of ogling, shamefully tears his eye away from the peephole. Sure, Hua Cheng had his five minutes of fun, but what if Xie Lian found out he was spying? He'd be so furious—so disappointed—in Hua Cheng.
Luckily, Xie laoshi will never know what Hua Cheng has done. This he'll make sure of.
Xie Lian peers over Hua Cheng's shoulder. "San Lang, you're doing so well!"
Hua Cheng's smile is strained. He's barely holding on; Xie Lian is so close Hua Cheng can feel his body heat through his uniform. "I got it right?"
"Yes. Excellent work." He leans over the desk, takes the pencil from Hua Cheng's hand to write checkmarks on Hua Cheng's paper.
How is it possible for Xie Lian to smell this good? Hua Cheng closes his eyes. He senses peach, jasmine. Maybe even a hint of lavender.
"San Lang, are you okay?" Xie Lian places the back of his hand against Hua Cheng's forehead, concerned. "Do you need to see the school nurse?"
Appreciating the concern Xie Lian feels for him, Hua Cheng says: "I'm fine, Xie laoshi. I'm just—tired."
"You should get some sleep, then." Xie Lian glances at the clock. "It's late. You're free to go. I don't want to keep you here longer than necessary. See you on Monday and have a good weekend!"
Hua Cheng half-heartedly packs his things. He really wouldn't mind if he stayed for another hour, even two, but he has no real excuse. Plus, it's guaranteed Xie Lian has a life outside of class. He'll want to get home in time to make dinner, do laundry, maybe catch up on his favourite show. With Xie Lian's looks and personality, Hua Cheng wouldn't even be surprised if he were married. The only consolation is the fact Hua Cheng has yet to see a ring. But he could still be in a serious relationship, with a partner who lovingly fucks him to bed each night—
Hua Cheng shakes his head. The speculation ends here. Hasn't he had enough?
He shoves the rest of his notes into his backpack and heads for the exit.
"San Lang, wait, you forgot this."
Then, there is the sound of something hitting the ground. Hua Cheng looks back and is immediately gripped with abject horror.
"Oh," Xie Lian says.
Fuck, Hua Cheng forgot his sketchbook. His sketchbook, which is now on the ground and the object of Xie Lian's focus. His sketchbook, of which pages 30 and 31 are out in full display, that features lewd sketches of Xie Lian that Hua Cheng made during class or whenever he was insufferably horny.
"Xie laoshi, it's not—I didn't—" He takes a hasty step forward to retrieve the sketchbook.
Xie Lian startles backwards, his chest heaving from all the deep breaths he's taking. It's just as Hua Cheng anticipated: Xie Lian can barely look at him. "San Lang, you should—you should go." His voice is crisp, stern. Leaving no room for discussion.
Hua Cheng's walk home is one of shame—and dread. Shame, because he got caught. Dread, because it means their after-school sessions are as good as over. It's likely Xie Lian will never see him in a positive light ever again, will always think of him as a shameful, disgraceful pervert.
Because Hua Cheng's father and brothers are out of town that weekend, he invites He Xuan over. They smoke a few cigs, take bright blue pills, and eat pizzas in the yard. Pei Ming calls him to ask for any new specials. Hua Cheng scowls, shoots "one of his guys" a text.
Then he lays on the grass, looks up at the sky.
What can Hua Cheng possibly do to make amends? What can he do to make Xie Lian like him again?
To this He Xuan has no answer. He just says he hopes Xie Lian screams for help the next time Hua Cheng attempts a private conservation, that he'd be the first to call the cops, even. Hua Cheng glares darkly, blows smoke into his face. This is why they aren't friends.
"Hi there, give me a moment, let me just—oh."
Hua Cheng drops his backpack onto the floor. "Xie laoshi, can we talk?"
At first, it looks as though Xie Lian is about to say no. But then he puts on a forced, cheery smile, a complete 360 from the expression that was on his face when he realized it was Hua Cheng who had entered the classroom. "Sure, San Lang. Did you want to go over any particular topic from class?"
Hua Cheng thinks of the mole on Xie Lian's neck, the divot on his cheek when he smiles. Hua Cheng says: "No."
Xie Lian's face falls, his gaze hardening. "Then I'm afraid there's nothing to discuss." He resumes stacking books in neat, orderly piles.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," says Hua Cheng. He takes another step forward. "What you saw, what I did—it was inappropriate. And wrong."
Hua Cheng sees the tips of Xie Lian's ears turning red. "It was."
"You weren't supposed to know."
Xie Lian's hands fall to his sides. "But I did."
Hua Cheng stands right besides Xie Lian now. He blinks. Was he that obvious?
"I'm not stupid." Xie Lian still refuses to meet his gaze. His cheeks are a delicious shade of red, no doubt from the mortification he feels. "I see the way you look at me. You're young, it happens. But that's why this is all it can be."
"You're barely older than we are," Hua Cheng points out.
"But I'm your teacher, San Lang. It's different. You're just a boy."
Hua Cheng recently turned eighteen. He graduates in the summer, which isn't long now. He'll be a man grown soon. With a job, living in an apartment far away from his family, attending university just like everyone else.
"Find a nice person your age to be with, okay?" Xie Lian's tone is soft and gentle. "You're smart and handsome. You'll find someone else in no time."
Xie Lian thinks he's smart and handsome. Xie Lian consistently sees the good in him; chose to be kind where he could've easily yelled and punished Hua Cheng for the disrespect he showed him through the lewd drawings. You'll find someone else in no time. Perhaps in another world. If Xie Lian hated him and Hua Cheng wasn't Hua Cheng.
Hua Cheng takes his bag. He needs to leave, clear his head. "I won't," he murmurs, his mind a dark cloud.
"Oh, but you will. You'll get there," Xie Lian encourages, likely misinterpreting what Hua Cheng means.
Xie Lian probably thinks Hua Cheng doubts his own abilities to form romantic relationships when it couldn't be further from the truth. It's true that Hua Cheng is a cruel and vindictive person who hates most everyone. But it is also true he that he knows people; knows how to be charming and manipulative to get what he wants.
The answer is simple, really. Either Hua Cheng has room in his heart or none at all.
The following day finds Hua Cheng joining a study group that has decided to stay afterschool so that they can be given extra pointers from Xie Lian himself. He listens and observes in equal measure; by appreciating both Xie Lian's beauty and intelligence at the same time.
Hua Cheng swears, he joined with the purest intentions. No hidden agenda at all. Except to ingratiate himself back into his dear teacher's good graces. But then, the unexpected happens.
Xie Lian is on his tiptoes, trying to reach a book. Hua Cheng grabs it for him because he's so much taller and bigger and wants to maybe tease him a little despite the warning Xie Lian gave him yesterday.
He leans his arm against the shelf. Smirks as he offers Xie Lian the book.
Their fingers brush as the book trades hands. The point of contact sends a jolt through Hua Cheng's skin. For a brief moment their gazes hold, charged with heat and tension. Xie Lian's lips part, bitten-red and kissable. His gaze dips to the open line of Hua Cheng's throat, the skew of his unbuttoned shirt collar, and once again Hua Cheng thinks the unthinkable. Of what those lips would taste like, what faces he might make if Hua Cheng were to pleasure his cunt with his tongue.
And then Xie Lian blushes prettily as he returns to the other students, making it a point to ignore Hua Cheng for the rest of the session. But Hua Cheng knows what he saw. Knows he didn't imagine Xie Lian's desire in those pretty brown eyes of his.
Fist, meet cheekbone.
Xie Lian's gaze fills with worry at the boy who walks in. Black eye, bruised knuckles, dark hair askew.
"San Lang, what happened to you?" he demands.
Hua Cheng shrugs. "Got into a fight." He does not think Xie Lian will be appreciative of the finer details, however noble the intentions were. Xie Lian protected the alphas who sprayed him with water, under the guise he believed their actions were accidental and not intentional. This will only end the same way.
"I should call your parents for this," Xie Lian says. "You're hurt."
"My mother's dead, and my father won't care," says Hua Cheng.
Xie Lian gives him an apologetic look. "San Lang, I'm—sorry to hear that."
"Don't be." Hua Cheng unzips his backpack, hands over the essay he spent all night writing. Coffee kept him awake. Music kept him sane. In starlit nights I saw you. So cruelly, you kissed me. "I'm sorry I wasn't in class today."
"It's fine. Just don't make it a habit." Xie Lian sighs. "Now, San Lang, will you tell me the truth?" He crosses his arms and waits for an answer.
Hua Cheng runs a hand through his hair. Here it goes. "I was jealous. And angry."
Xie Lian nods as if to say go on.
"At the people who want you. Who said they'd do very bad things to have you." Nearly every fight Hua Cheng has ever picked with his fists he's won. This was no exception.
"San Lang!" says Xie Lian. "Not this again."
"What? You think I don't know?" Xie Lian backs into his desk as Hua Cheng approaches. "Xie laoshi really isn't as innocent as I thought."
"You hurt someone. Because of me."
"You don't care they said sickening things?"
A shadow crosses Xie Lian's face. "No. It doesn't matter. They'll grow out of it. You'll grow out of this." He trembles as he rubs his thighs together.
"I can never stop wanting you," says Hua Cheng, nostrils flaring at the shift in scent his alpha senses have picked up. "Ever since I watched you change in the bathroom, I—"
"You spied on me," Xie Lian snaps, incredulous.
Hua Cheng's stomach twists with both guilt and arousal. "Yes, I…I did."
"You saw me in my underwear. Saw me near-naked while you hid, doing who knows what."
Hua Cheng watches Xie Lian's expressions carefully. His cheeks are pinker than normal. Hua Cheng does not think he is imagining the sweetness in the air, or the way Xie Lian's eyes shine like dilated stars. "I—I touched myself to the sight of you," Hua Cheng continues, placing a hand on Xie Lian's knee. "Wrapped my palm around my cock, imagined it was your cunt that squeezed me dry."
At this, Xie Lian lets out the cutest little whimper. A sound Hua Cheng has only ever heard in the most vulgar of his pornographic dreams. A wicked smirk breaks out across Hua Cheng's face.
"Xie laoshi, you liked that, didn't you?" He pries Xie Lian's legs apart, settles a knee between them. "You're pleased that it happened."
"San Lang, we can't," Xie Lian protests weakly, no force behind the push he gives Hua Cheng's shoulders. "We shouldn't."
"Fuck, I can smell you." Hua Cheng dips his head to brush his mouth along Xie Lian's neck. He tastes the sensitive skin there with his tongue and it earns him a full-body shudder. "Your pussy must be so wet."
"N-No."
"Then tell me, Xie laoshi." His fingers follow the waistband of Xie Lian's pants to pull it down. "Look me in the eye and tell me to stop. It's that simple."
Eyes full of angry tears, Xie Lian refuses to meet his gaze. But his hands say what his words don't. They tighten their grip on Hua Cheng's shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform there.
Dazed, Hua Cheng traces a path along Xie Lian's inner thigh to his clothed cunt. His panties are so wet—so soaked with slick—they cling to his folds. But the panties Hua Cheng removes, too, with reverent, measured movements, until they reveal his bare, glistening cunt.
Hua Cheng inhales. Just yesterday he was unable to imagine actually being able to have sex with Xie Lian. And now look where he is. In between Xie Lian's legs, getting treated to the sight of his puffy pussy. Like a man possessed, Hua Cheng drops to his knees, lightly presses a thumb to Xie Lian's clit.
Xie Lian shudders at the touch. His hips jerk forward, seeking friction.
"I haven't even fully touched you, but you're already this turned on," whispers Hua Cheng. He hikes Xie Lian's knee over his shoulder, then bites the tantalizing flesh of Xie Lian's inner thigh. Xie Lian twitches. "You're perfect."
"S-San Lang."
"So wet, just for me. Won't Xie laoshi let his humble student have a taste?" Hua Cheng's mouth descends on the pretty pussy before him. He hears Xie Lian make a sinful sound above him as Hua Cheng's tongue laps up the slick that leaks from his entrance.
The taste is addicting and sweet. Just as he thought it would be. Lost in Xie Lian's scent, the feel of him, Hua Cheng licks him again with slow, leisurely strokes.
Fuck, Hua Cheng wants Xie Lian moaning on his cock and fingers too.
Xie Lian instinctively attempts to close his thighs shut but all that achieves is trapping Hua Cheng with his legs. "San Lang, where did you learn to say such dirty things?" he scolds.
"I know what people like to hear. And I know it's what you like, too." Hua Cheng kisses around his pussy, before devouring Xie Lian again—sucking his clit into his mouth. "Xie laoshi is such a slut."
This just makes Xie Lian leak even harder. He claps a hand over his own mouth, breaths sharp and heavy above Hua Cheng. As Hua Cheng dips his tongue inside Xie Lian's warm, glorious, omega heat, he realizes they didn't lock the door. It would be so easy for someone to walk in. To watch Xie Lian being pleasured, being fucked by one of his precious students.
Xie Lian flutters around him. The groan that escapes Hua Cheng reverberates in his teeth, is one he couldn't have held back even if he wanted. He does wide, flat licks and short, pointed circles.
Fingers bunch into Hua Cheng's hair and hold him there. Hua Cheng eats Xie Lian out eagerly, plays with his clit until his thighs are trembling and shaky and his pussy is squirting sweet release into Hua Cheng's mouth.
Hua Cheng tastes Xie Lian's clit one last time before pulling away with great reluctance, licking the wetness around his mouth.
"Beautiful," Hua Cheng murmurs, rising to his full height to look at the mess he's made of Xie Lian.
His cheeks flushed, his lips red, and his shoulders exposed from his blouse having slipped down. Hua Cheng slides a broad hand back down to Xie Lian's pussy and uses Xie Lian's moment of recovery to part his folds. He slips inside two fingers, curving them upwards.
"I bet Xie laoshi would feel so good, stretched out around my cock," Hua Cheng murmurs, dipping his head down for a kiss.
Xie Lian meets him halfway, his mouth soft and warm, tasting of mint and strawberries. They break away, foreheads brushing, before fusing their lips together for more. A hot flush of arousal accompanies the thought that Hua Cheng ate Xie Lian out before they even had their first kiss. Hua Cheng's brain turns into steam. He wants more than anything to be buried inside Xie Lian's warmth.
Xie Lian's hips roll, and then he's grinding cutely into Hua Cheng's hand. Hua Cheng doesn't hesitate to slip another finger in.
"You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you? Think you can come a second time, Xie laoshi?" Hua Cheng says, giving Xie Lian a heated, open-mouthed kiss.
Xie Lian cries out weakly: "F-Faster, San Lang. Please."
Hua Cheng obliges, speeding up the pump of his fingers in-and-out. He makes sure to hit Xie Lian's sweet spots, makes sure to stimulate his clit as he curves those fingers in. Tears have begun to leak from Xie Lian's eyes, and Hua Cheng is transfixed by the view.
His cock is so hard inside his pants he ruts against Xie Lian's knee for some relief. It is in no way enough.
Just when Xie Lian starts to shake around Hua Cheng's fingers, he takes them out and puts them in his mouth. Makes a show out of sucking the wetness clean.
"San Lang, that's so filthy of you." Xie Lian gives him a humiliated look. "Perhaps I should've—should've disciplined you. Been stricter."
Heat races down Hua Cheng's spine at the thrill Xie Lian's words bring. Just this moment he realized he strangely digs being told that he's been bad and should be punished. Especially since it's coming from someone who's at his mercy instead. While he's had fantasies of Xie Lian stroking his hair and telling him what a good boy he is, he likes the alternative, too.
"But I don't want to stop, Xie laoshi," says Hua Cheng, unbuckling his belt. "And I know you don't want me to, either."
Xie Lian's eyes light with longing at the sight of Hua Cheng's hard cock. He must really want it in him. And who is Hua Cheng to deny his poor teacher what he truly wants?
"Look at how your body wants me." Hua Cheng sighs with relief as he gets a hand around the base of his cock and circles the tip over Xie Lian's clit. "Don't worry. I'll be inside you, soon."
The head of Hua Cheng's cock dips past Xie Lian's folds but he halts for a moment. They both do. Panting, sweating, breathless at what's to come.
"We should use a condom," breathes Xie Lian.
"We should," says Hua Cheng. He did buy a small box of them, which sits at the bottom of his backpack.
But they don't; seconds later Xie Lian is wrapping his legs around Hua Cheng's waist, and then Hua Cheng's cock is buried to the hilt inside him. Hua Cheng nearly whites out at the pleasure that envelopes him. The squeeze of Xie Lian's cunt is the perfect pressure to make Hua Cheng never want to stop thrusting.
For weeks he hovered at breaking point. But now only the sweetest relief pools in his groin.
"San Lang!" Xie Lian cries out.
His voice is hot against Hua Cheng's scent glands, his sob the sweetest melody. A broken "Faster" is whimpered and it drives Hua Cheng even crazier. He starts kissing Xie Lian as he fucks him, palms trailing downwards. Hua Cheng's mind threatens to short out because his hands span the entire circumference of Xie Lian's waist. He loves how a mid-sex realization of their size difference out of all things is rocking his fucking world.
At some point Hua Cheng must've hit a particularly sweet spot because Xie Lian moans: "Yes, San Lang, yes, just like that."
He shifts his weight and obliges, doing deeper, harder strokes. The thoughts of knotting are never far behind but it is with the most profound strength he's able to put them aside. They're still in class. They could still be caught.
Hua Cheng's hips snap as his mouth works a bruise into Xie Lian's neck. It isn't long now before he comes.
"Xie laoshi, I'm close," he groans into Xie Lian's shoulder.
Xie Lian's cunt squeezes in response, and Hua Cheng is driven right into orgasm. Head floaty with hot bliss, he shatters.
"Oh my god," Hua Cheng breathes.
He comes right inside Xie Lian, pulsing so hard he feels it in his teeth. When he goes limp in the wake of his orgasm, he evaluates all the good he's ever done in his life to be have been able to experience this.
Reluctantly he pulls out. Then he looks down, sees he's still connected to Xie Lian by a shiny string of come that hangs from his tip to Xie Lian's leaking entrance. Hua Cheng stops breathing because the sight is activating the horny neurons in his brain.
Xie Lian is the first to move, retrieving his underwear and pants from the floor. They dress hastily and use tissues to clean up the worst of the mess.
Afterwards, Xie Lian says, "San Lang, this can't happen again."
Hua Cheng stares. Xie Lian was looking at the ground as he said those words. Hua Cheng doesn't believe him for one moment. "If that's what you feel," he says carefully.
"It is," Xie Lian says firmly, smoothing down his blouse.
Hua Cheng picks up his bag, slings the strap over a shoulder. "I wish your heart would be like mine. Then not in vain for you I pine."
Xie Lian's expression falters. "What?"
"Li Zhiyi," Hua Cheng says. "See you on Monday, Xie laoshi."
He exits the classroom, takes the long route home, and thinks about how a single taste of Xie Lian will never be enough.
Xie Lian is putting away the last of the books in the pile when he registers Hua Cheng's presence.
"San Lang!" he exclaims, startled. "What are you doing here?"
"I was going to borrow some textbooks," Hua Cheng says, holding up his library card before slipping it inside his pocket.
Xie Lian gives him a disbelieving look.
"I wanted to see you," Hua Cheng says. In truth he was supposed to check out some biology encyclopedia for He Xuan because he decided not to be a complete asshole for once, but Hua Cheng sees now He Xuan will have to bitch and whine and wait another day.
Today Xie Lian wears glasses, and he pushes up the bridge of it over his nose. "San Lang, haven't I already made myself clear on the matter?"
"Yes." Hua Cheng places his hands on Xie Lian's hips and adjusts Xie Lian's body so that his ass rests on the table. "I can smell your slick, but you aren't even in heat."
Xie Lian bites his lip and casts a frantic look around their surroundings. "We're in public," he warns.
But Hua Cheng is already pulling down Xie Lian's panties, needing to feel Xie Lian's velvety walls around his cock. The possibility of having sex with Xie Lian again was the only thing he could think about for days. In vulgar, glorious detail, too. "No one's going to catch us."
"You can't be so sure of that."
Hua Cheng leans in to give him a kiss. "It helps if you can keep quiet, Xie laoshi," he says with a grin before pushing in.
The sex is quick and rough but Xie Lian leaves more than satisfied; Hua Cheng makes sure he comes twice. They manage to fix themselves up just as other students begin walking in. Xie Lian even gives him a secret kiss. That alone sends Hua Cheng to cloud nine for the rest of the day.
Later, He Xuan asks him where the hell he went. He flips Hua Cheng the finger because the encyclopedia he wants is nowhere in sight. Hua Cheng tells him that it was because dear Xie Lian laoshi gave him a private lesson, so he got distracted.
Somehow, He Xuan suspects the sexual undertones beneath Hua Cheng's words and he informs Hua Cheng what a disgusting pervert he is. Xie laoshi is five years their senior. He's also too pure of heart and would never willingly associate himself with actual degenerates. Hua Cheng laughs mockingly, doesn't bother telling He Xuan the truth—of how he really corrupted their lovely teacher.
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The mattress shifts as arms reach over to drape around Hua Cheng's shoulders.
"San Laaaang," a voice sing-songs in his ear. "I have a surprise for you."
"Yeah?" Hua Cheng puts aside his tablet. He needs to stop thinking about work over the weekend; he should just let his publishing team handle the rest of the project. "What is it, gege?"
"Remember the drawings you made of me when you were still in school? I found them in one of the boxes, got struck by a little bit of inspiration, and well.." Xie Lian guides Hua Cheng's hand up his calf.
What greets Hua Cheng's fingers is the inner seam of silky-smooth hosiery. Hua Cheng admits, he's loving the surprise.
"You're trying to keep me in bed," he accuses smilingly. He flips them over and parts Xie Lian's thighs with a knee, pushing the fabric of Xie Lian's sleepwear up his stomach. "Did you really miss me that much, laoshi?"
"Yes." Xie Lian giggles and then moans.
They don't leave the bed until the following morning.