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Chu Wanning was sitting on his bed, brushing his hair, when he noticed the notifications on his phone. Mo Ran had given him his phone number last Monday. They hadn’t been able to spend some private time together lately, even if his teacher insisted on dropping him home before driving to his appointments.
Chu Wanning had tried to find his teacher between classes, but he was always surrounded by female students. Used to have Mo Ran’s full attention on him, Chu Wanning was growing frustrated, until they finally exchanged numbers.
Chu Wanning had muted his phone while he finished his homework. During that time, Mo Ran had sent him a dozen pictures of kittens, asked him questions about his day, and finally had sent a picture of himself, facing the camera, his shirt lifted on his abs dripping with sweat.
Chu Wanning felt his heart warm at the caption, “I miss you so bad, baobei.”
Then he noticed his teacher’s bulge. His face flamed with shame, remembering how Mo Ran’s cock had felt on his tongue. It was too big to fit entirely, leaving the teenager’s mouth stretched and drooling on his cock as he suckled on it.
Chu Wanning rubbed his thighs together, his pussy dripping wet as he could almost feel his taste. His taste, his smell, were intoxicating. It wasn’t good per se, yet he felt like he could keep him in his mouth and swallow around him for hours, focused on his senses only.
He hesitated, then took off his pants.
Mo Ran didn’t need to specify he wanted his student to send him a picture, but Chu Wanning wanted him to miss him, to want him, like he did.
He sat on his knees, his legs slightly parted, his swollen pussy visible underneath his white panties. He was dripping wet, making the fabric see-through.
Hands shaking, he sent the picture.
Chu Wanning didn’t get an immediate answer like he expected, so he started feeling self-conscious. Was it not good enough? Or was it too much? Mo Ran never asked him to send him a picture of his body, so why did he act so shamelessly?
His train of thought was interrupted by a video. It was shaky and seemed to have been taken in a car, but Chu Wanning couldn’t miss the hand around the thick cock, stroking it quickly. Chu Wanning moaned as Mo Ran said his name, fucking his hand roughly.
“Fuck, baobei, I bet you’d fit so tightly around my cock.”
“Your pussy is mine to wreck.”
“Touch your kitty for me, baobei.”
Flushed to the roots, Chu Wanning weakly obeyed the last statement. He rubbed his clit with clumsy fingers, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted something inside so bad. He was on edge, so close, but unable to come.
As he fumbled with his phone to replay the video, he clicked on the wrong button and called his teacher. Eyes reddened, he tried to close it, but his fingers were slippery, covered in slick.
Mo Ran didn’t speak for a while, listening to his student’s cries.
“Baobei,” he said, voice rough.
He had just come, yet his cock twitched in his pants. He was in his car, using his hands-free phone holder. He gripped at the wheel, desperately wanting to see Chu Wanning. He knew that wasn’t possible, unless he wanted to end up in jail, so he forced himself to breathe and drive forward.
“Mo Laoshi,” whined Chu Wanning.
“That’s it, baobei. Fill that pussy for me. Can you do that for me?”
Chu Wanning clumsily found his slit and slicked his fingers with his own fluids. It was a tight fit, he felt his inside squeeze around his finger, but it felt so good to finally have something inside. He kept rubbing his clit, fucking a digit inside his virgin pussy with his other hand.
“Fuck, I’m going to destroy you,” groaned his teacher. “Such a little slut for Laoshi.”
Chu Wanning cried, his legs twitching as he kept fucking his pussy harder, his fingers flicking at his clitoris as he orgasmed, listening to his teacher’s shameless words.
“Good boy,” Mo Ran purred. “That’s it, my lovely kitten. I’m here.”
It felt like a blanket of happiness covered Chu Wanning’s body as he was lying on his bed, legs parted and wet with his pleasure. He imagined Mo Ran crawling over him and kissing his body softly, and lulled by his voice, he fell asleep.
After a long week of absence, Mo Ran no longer had any obligations and they could finally spend more time together. Chu Wanning was prepared for that and had bought a new outfit for the occasion. On Monday, he wore a long, pink pleated skirt, a white t-shirt with a kitten on it, and a pair of white sneakers. He had checked that his father wasn’t home before getting dressed. Hiding from the servants, he left the house without being seen by anyone.
Once per month, students were allowed to wear anything they wanted. It wasn’t a written statement, but no one would bother you as long as your outfit was appropriate.
He knew his teacher shaved his body so he had waxed his legs and armpits, but he did not dare to touch his pelvis. He had heard that some gay men didn’t like body hair, and even if he didn’t know if that was true for his teacher, he also knew what Rong Jiu, his ex, looked like.
When Chu Wanning arrived at school, he could feel students' eyes on him, as if they were boring a hole in him. Being watched like that made him feel uneasy. He wasn’t used to being noticed.
But it was too late. He couldn’t go back home and risk being seen by his father. He had planned to change back into his uniform in Mo Ran’s car. So he suffered through the day,
When Chu Wanning arrived in math class, Shi Mingjing unexpectedly asked him if he could sit next to him, having forgotten his textbook. Chu Wanning didn’t understand why he wouldn't ask Xue Meng, since he was closer to him, but he didn’t dare ask. His classmate was known for his kindness and his gorgeous face, and it was truly hard to say no to those eyes. Chu Wanning might have been attracted to him if he didn’t grow a bit more obsessed over his teacher every day that went on.
Mo Ran followed the exchange closely, frowning as Shi Mei threw a compliment to Chu Wanning about his outfit and his kitten dared to blush shyly.
Mo Ran wandered between their tables to check if anyone needed help, and when he stopped at Chu Wanning’s side, he sneaked a hand under Chu Wanning’s skirt and panties, finding his pussy dry. He snickered inside, satisfied to know he was the only one able to get him drenched easily.
He grazed Chu Wanning’s slit, and his student felt his pussy pulse under his touch, getting wet instantly. He hid his face under his hair, answering Mo Ran’s questions about his exercises, when Mo Ran thrust a digit inside his pussy. Embarrassed, aroused, Chu Wanning had a hard time talking after that, but he forced his words out, fearing that Mo Ran would stop.
These past few days, Chu Wanning had been so horny, dreaming about his teacher thrusting inside his pussy every night. He wanted Mo Ran so bad that he didn’t even care about being fingered by him in a classroom with two other students there.
“You made a mistake there,” Mo Ran told him, pointing at a number.
Chu Wanning never made a mistake. He gaped from shock. Shi Mei cast a curious glance at his notebook.
Mo Ran wiped his fingers on Chu Wanning’s legs, like he hadn’t been fingering his student in class to make him fail on purpose, and went to Shi Mei’s side to check on him.
Chu Wanning’s cheeks were flaming. He didn’t raise his head from the whole class, seething. He felt humiliated, ridiculed by his teacher, and he couldn’t fathom why Mo Ran would do that. If he had done something wrong, Mo Ran should have told him. Chu Wanning had endured everyone’s eyes on him during a full day for him. He had tried to be good for his teacher.
He decided to leave the room without looking back, but Shi Mingjing grabbed his arm suddenly, before retreating his hand, looking embarrassed. “I heard that a new ice cream shop opened in the city center, would you like to go there with me? I noticed you liked sweets, so…”
“Oh. I–”
“Chu Wanning, can you come? I’d like to talk to you about your mistake,” interrupted Mo Ran, a dangerous glint in the eye. “Sorry, Shi Mei. Another time, maybe. It may take a while.”
Shi Mingjing lost his smile. “I can explain to him while we eat.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you the teacher here, Shi Mingjing?”
Shi Mei’s blank expression turned sour. He glanced back at Chu Wanning, who waited two steps behind in his lovely skirt, a ribbon holding his hair.
Shi Mei bit back his tongue and swore under his breath, grabbed his bag and left the room without a word.
Mo Ran waited for his little kitten to come near him. He was seething, ready to bite. Mo Ran chuckled, twirling a strand of Chu Wanning’s hair between his fingers.
“Someone is upset.”
Chu Wanning swat at his hand, and Mo Ran grabbed it, pulling him by the wrist. Chu Wanning fell into his arms, and he wriggled a bit, but not enough to escape from his hug.
Mo Ran kissed his cheek, lifting his skirt with a hand. “Is that for me, sweetheart? Or is that for someone else?”
Chu Wanning seemed genuinely surprised by the question, which was the only answer he needed. His poor little kitten probably had no idea of the hungry looks he gathered everywhere he went. Did he even notice that his white t-shirt was see-through and that everything could see his little mounds poking at the fabric?
Mo Ran squeezed a plump ass cheek and Chu Wanning was now so close that he probably could feel his cock rubbing against Chu Wanning’s panties.
“My poor baby seems to have difficulties in class, I think I should give him some private lessons. What do you think?” Mo Ran whispered to his ear.
Chu Wanning’s tensed shoulders finally relaxed. “You mean here? Between classes, or after?”
Mo Ran kissed him in the neck, pulling Chu Wanning’s underwear down. He inhaled deeply when he noticed the lacy pink panties. Mo Ran pulled out his cock and slowly smeared precum along his slit.
Chu Wanning moaned softly, whimpering as Mo Ran rubbed his tip against Chu Wanning’s bud.
Mo Ran cupped his head and thrust his tongue in his mouth, rubbing his cock between Chu Wanning’s thigh. He sneaked a hand under his shirt and cupped a swollen breast.
His cock bumped against his entrance several times, slippery with Chu Wanning’s slick.
“Inside,” Chu Wanning said in a shy voice.
Mo Ran whispered against his mouth, “I can’t, baobei. Not until you graduate.”
Chu Wanning whined at that, tears of frustration spilling as Mo Ran kept grazing his pussy hole with his cock, but refused to enter him.
“Please,” he finally said, head lowered with shame.
If Mo Ran wanted him to beg, so be it.
His teacher cooed, kissing him all over the face.
A finger slicked with their fluids wandered to Chu Wanning’s ass, probing at his other entrance. “Maybe we can find another way.”
Chu Wanning whined, as Mo Ran took himself in hand, rubbing his cock against his clit, as he thrust a digit inside his other tight hole.
“You like that, baby?”
Chu Wanning shook his head, despite how wet he was. He gripped Mo Ran's cock and rubbed it against his pussy hole. "Just the tip,” he tried again, embarrassed.
It seemed to be what his teacher was waiting. Mo Ran finally thrust the tip of his cock, so wide that he could only fit a few inches inside. He watched Chu Wanning's virgin pussy stretch open and squirt all over his cock. Mo Ran licked into his mouth as he spurted large ropes of cum inside his student's womb, purring with satisfaction.
Mo Ran hugged Chu Wanning’s limp body against his, kissing him softly, his heart full of affection.
They didn’t notice the shadow of a man behind the door, gritting his teeth, his hand full of come.