Because Lin Dong and Ying Huanhuan stayed up late last night, they didn't wake up until the afternoon. They had no plans to go out and play, but instead stayed in the room, letting time slip away as they chatted.
"Huanhuan," a voice called out after a knock on the door.
Despite the noise, the two people inside remained seated in their chairs. To be more precise, one had just tried to stand when the other hugged him from behind, forcing him back down.
"Huanhuan?" Lin Dong felt Ying Huanhuan suddenly embrace him, and he turned his head in confusion. She had been fine just a moment ago, so why was she suddenly hugging him? But when he turned back, all he could see was a head of sleek black hair, Ying Huanhuan's face pressed tightly against his back.
"Wait a moment," Ying Huanhuan said softly, without looking up.
Lin Dong opened his mouth, but closed it again, leaving only a smile. He stopped time, bent his right hand behind his back, and touched Ying Huanhuan's head, saying gently, "It won't take longer than a moment."
"No, it'll only take a moment," Ying Huanhuan said, still not looking up.
After a while, Ying Huanhuan let go of Lin Dong and raised her head. Lin Dong turned around, but all he saw was a smile. Still a little worried, Lin Dong asked, "Are you really okay?"
"It's okay, just a little nervous," Ying Huanhuan smiled.
Lin Dong wanted to say something else, "Huanhuan, it's okay..."
"I said it was okay, why are you taking so long? Go hide!" Ying Huanhuan looked at Lin Dong with feigned anger.
Lin Dong smiled, then pulled her into his arms, "You're okay. I'm busy now. Let me hold you for a while."
Ying Huanhuan didn't refuse Lin Dong's embrace and leaned into it.
After a while, Lin Dong released her, kissed her gently, and then turned and hid in the closet, letting time pass before slowly closing the door.
After seeing Lin Dong slip into the closet, Ying Huanhuan took a few steps forward and stood at the doorway. She took a deep breath, then turned to look at the cabinet next to her. Her eyes grew firm. As time passed, she turned back and slowly opened the door. Looking at the person at the door, she secretly said to herself, "Let's implement the plan now, starting with this person."
"Huanhuan," Qing Ye called out with some joy as he watched the beautiful woman open the door. Before he came, he had been worried that what happened last night was just Ying Huanhuan's way of getting him out of the way so she wouldn't see him again or would tell the headmaster about it. After all, he had forced Ying Huanhuan into her room last night and even said some unhealthy things. But now it seemed he had been overthinking it.
Seeing Qing Ye again, Ying Huanhuan blushed again. She thought of the promise she had made to Qing Ye last night, and the prospect of him gradually violating her pure body until it was defiled and then subjected to all manner of toy with her. The thought of gradually opening her body to the play of another man made Ying Huanhuan feel shy again.
"Come in, come in," Ying Huanhuan whispered, then, without waiting for Qing Ye's reply, turned and walked into the room.
Qing Ye followed her inside. His expression had returned to normal, but his excitement remained high, anticipating what was to come. After Qing Ye closed the door, he saw Ying Huanhuan already seated in a chair. He sat down next to her. Last night, he had sat on the side chair out of fear that Ying Huanhuan would object, but after last night's incident, Qing Ye believed it was okay to sit next to her now. After all, they had already touched each other, let alone just sitting next to her. Silence fell after the two of them sat down on the chairs.
Ying Huanhuan was too shy to look at Qing Ye, who was sitting next to her. Although she had agreed to let him touch her yesterday, this was the first time she had agreed to let another man play with her. She didn't know what to do now. She couldn't just turn around and say to Qing Ye, "Play with me," so she just lowered her head, her hands nervously tangled together.
Qing Ye watched Ying Huanhuan lower her head in shyness and was stunned. Ying Huanhuan's shyness was so alluring in Qing Ye's heart. Soon, he would see Ying Huanhuan no longer shy, but looking at him with a blush on her face. Now, although the atmosphere was a little awkward, he couldn't continue like this.
Ying Huanhuan could remain motionless, but he definitely couldn't. If he didn't take the initiative while Ying Huanhuan was shy, there was no way to continue. So he extended his left hand, gently approached Ying Huanhuan, and placed it on her hands on her thighs.
Ying Huanhuan's body trembled slightly at Qing Ye's touch. Just that gentle touch made her feel strangely soft and comfortable, making her feel a little uncomfortable. However, she recovered quickly. Ying Huanhuan glanced slightly to the left at the cabinet, then pursed her lips, her face flushing slightly.
Qing Ye's heart was filled with joy. Although Ying Huanhuan's glance to the left was only a fleeting one, it still didn't escape his notice. He naturally assumed Ying Huanhuan was looking at him, and her blushing afterward indicated that Ying Huanhuan wasn't disgusted by his actions, but rather welcomed them.
Seeing Ying Huanhuan's shy blush only heightened Qing Ye's excitement. It's often said that a sexy woman's every move can arouse a man's desire, while a shy girl can also stir lust. Ying Huanhuan and Qing Ye were in the latter situation. So, although Qing Ye rationally considered taking things slow, his hand began to creep up Ying Huanhuan's arm.
In a matter of moments, Qing Ye's left hand reached Ying Huanhuan's shoulder, then began to move down along her collarbone. Suddenly, Qing Ye's right hand slid around Ying Huanhuan's neck, simultaneously reaching the first button of her blouse. However, Qing Ye didn't unbutton her shirt immediately.
"Huanhuan, can I undress you?" Qing Ye leaned closer to Ying Huanhuan and whispered in her ear.
Looking at the hands on her shirt, feeling the heat against her ear, Ying Huanhuan's pretty face flushed even more. She parted her lips slightly, but no sound escaped her before she pursed them again. Then, after she slowly closed her eyes, a soft, gentle sound escaped her nose: "Hmm."
Hearing that sound, Qing Ye reacted as if receiving an imperial decree. With a deft movement of his fingers, a button undid, and Ying Huanhuan's shirt opened slightly. Looking down, Qing Ye could see a deep cleavage and a sliver of white breast flesh. However, he showed no interest in admiring her, moving his hands to the next spot, continuing his work.
After a while, Ying Huanhuan felt Qing Ye's movements on her waist cease, and she slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was a small patch of snow-white skin exposed in the middle of her blouse, even a hint of her snow-white breasts hidden by her undergarments. She knew that all the buttons on her blouse had been undone by Qing Ye.
Then she saw the hands on her waist rise again, reaching the middle of her blouse, one hand grasping one side of the lapels, and then moving in the opposite direction. The snow-whiteness in her eyes gradually widened until both sides of the blouse were pulled up to her shoulders, revealing her entire upper body. The hand stopped, and Ying Huanhuan closed her eyes again in shame.
Qing Ye's eyes lit up as he gazed at the exposed whiteness of Ying Huanhuan's upper body, especially the two round, snow-white breasts. Although Ying Huanhuan was wearing a conservative undergarment, lacking any special decorations or patterns, simply providing some coverage, and the two pieces of light blue fabric tightly wrapped around her snow-white breasts, a good amount of flesh was still exposed. Furthermore, supported by the undergarment, Ying Huanhuan's breasts appeared even more erect. The sight before him filled Qing Ye with even greater delight.
Although he had seen this scene before, it was even more exciting now. After all, he had only undressed Ying Huanhuan while she slept. The last time Qing Ye saw her masturbating, her clothes were already undressed. But now, Qing Ye was undressing her while she was awake. Coupled with Ying Huanhuan's closed eyes and a blushing expression, the scene was naturally breathtaking. However, just looking at it couldn't satisfy Qing Ye's lust, so after pulling open Ying Huanhuan's shirt, he slowly raised his hand and inched closer to her breasts.
Although Ying Huanhuan's eyes were closed, her senses were still acute, especially in this embarrassing situation. This was the first time Ying Huanhuan realized that her heightened senses weren't a good thing. Although she tried her best to suppress them, she was still sensitive to the things around her. Now, she could clearly feel Qing Ye's hand approaching her, and specifically to her sensitive areas.