Chapter 49: Teacher, I Want to Put It In

Huge!

So huge!!

Murong Wei’s almond-shaped eyes went wide as saucers, her mouth hanging slightly agape. It was as if she’d been struck by a Body Fixing Technique, her gaze locked on the terrifying behemoth below Yang Xun’s waist.

It was like something you’d see on a donkey!

At thirty-four, Murong Wei had been a married woman for years; of course she’d seen a man’s... thing before.

She even secretly watched certain kinds of films to pass the time on lonely nights.

But she could say without a shred of exaggeration that Yang Xun was, without a doubt, the biggest she had ever seen in her life!

Bar none!

Not her modestly endowed husband, not even those actors in the films who were supposedly "gifted"!

Compared to what was right in front of her, they all paled in comparison. They weren’t even in the same league.

For a moment, an involuntary thought flashed through Murong Wei’s mind. ’That skinny little boy from all those years ago... he’s really all grown up now.’

’Not only has he grown up, but he’s grown up to be so... so outrageous.’

Suddenly, a completely absurd idea sprouted like a weed, spreading wildly through her mind.

’If something were to happen with Yang Xun... what would that feel like?’

’With that size, it would have to feel amazing, right?’

’That feeling of being completely filled... it must be something she’d never experienced in her life.’

After all, her husband always gave up halfway. She had never once enjoyed a complete, satisfying experience.

But soon, Murong Wei sighed to herself, a wave of bitterness washing over her.

What a shame.

’No matter how impressive the man in front of her was, no matter how terrifying his size, as soon as he was on top of her, he would end up just like her husband—instantly going limp.’

’That was her damned, strange illness.’

’It didn’t matter how potent the other person was; the result was always the same.’

At this thought, Murong Wei sighed again, and the light in her eyes dimmed considerably.

Seeing Murong Wei frozen in place, a smug look appeared on Yang Xun’s face.

He knew he had stunned his teacher.

For a man, being able to shock a woman with what was between his legs was, in itself, a source of immense pride.

Especially when that woman was his former homeroom teacher, the goddess-like figure who had stood so gallantly at the lectern, admired by every boy in the class.

And now, she was stunned speechless by his size. The feeling gave Yang Xun’s ego an immense boost.

"Ahem!"

A moment later, Yang Xun cleared his throat, deliberately raising the volume.

"Ah!!"

Instantly, Murong Wei snapped back to reality as if waking from a dream. She jerked her gaze away from Yang Xun’s lower body, her face instantly turning as red as a hot iron.

She shot Yang Xun an embarrassed, apologetic glance. Her lips twitched, as if she wanted to explain herself, but in the end, no words came out.

’What could she possibly say?’

’She couldn’t just say, "Sorry, Teacher was just staring at your thing," could she?’

’If she said that, how could she ever face her student again?’

"W-well... let’s begin."

Murong Wei took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her embarrassment, and slowly walked toward Yang Xun.

With each step, her fair, jade-like body swayed gently in the dim light. The two proud, snowy peaks on her chest trembled slightly with her movement, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Upon reaching Yang Xun, Murong Wei placed her hands gently on his firm chest and gave a hard push.

"THUD!"

Yang Xun fell back onto the large mahogany sofa behind him.

Immediately after, Murong Wei lifted one of her long, fair legs, straddled Yang Xun’s thigh, and sat down on his lap.

The instant their skin touched, a searing heat erupted from the point of contact, as if two flames had collided.

Murong Wei wrapped her arms around Yang Xun’s broad shoulders and rested her head gently in the crook of his neck.

They just held each other tightly.

Beyond the embrace, they did nothing else to cross the line.

The seconds ticked by.

Feeling the incredibly soft body in his arms and the two marshmallow-like mounds pressed against his chest, Yang Xun’s blood began to boil again.

But what confused him was that his body showed no change.

The part that was supposed to be hard was still as hard as steel.

Far from going soft, the stimulation from their skin-to-skin contact had made him even harder, pressing firmly against the inside of Murong Wei’s smooth thigh.

"Teacher, I... I haven’t gotten soft."

Yang Xun glanced down at himself and asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"We’ve only just started. What’s the rush?"

Murong Wei lifted her head slightly, her cheeks flushed like a sunset. Though she tried to keep her voice calm, it still trembled a little as she explained, "My husband is always fine at the beginning, too. It takes a little while... the problem only appears after we get more intimate."

At this, she bit her lip and whispered, "Let’s... touch each other. That will get us closer to the real situation."

As soon as she finished speaking, her slender, fair hand slid down from Yang Xun’s shoulder, tracing a path over his chest and abs, continuing ever downward.

Finally, her small, warm hand closed gently, taking hold of him.

"HISS!"

Yang Xun sucked in a sharp breath, his body tensing involuntarily.

’Teacher’s hand is so soft and smooth, even finer than silk.’

Murong Wei held him in her palm, her fingers unable to fully close around him. His thickness far exceeded her imagination.

She subconsciously began to stroke him up and down, her movements gentle and slow, filled with an indescribable tenderness.

At first, Yang Xun desperately tried to restrain himself, but his teacher’s hand was simply too intoxicating.

Her bonelessly soft fingers enveloped his most sensitive part, the pressure of each stroke perfectly judged.

What was even more deadly was that Murong Wei was sitting right on his lap, her voluptuous and alluring body pressed tightly against his. Those full, snowy peaks on her chest were like two marshmallows squashed against his own, trembling slightly with the movement of her arm.

Yang Xun finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He let out a heavy gasp, and as if possessed, his hands slowly rose and landed on Murong Wei’s two proud, snowy peaks, squeezing them firmly.

"Mmmph~"

As he gripped her, Murong Wei’s delicate body shuddered. A soft moan escaped her lips, but she didn’t pull away.

Yang Xun’s large hands clutched the soft mounds, kneading them wildly as if they were dough...

One moment he’d squeeze them into round shapes, the next he’d flatten them, molding them into all sorts of forms in his hands.

The utterly soft sensation made him lose himself completely.

’So soft!’

’Softer than Meng Qiaofei’s, bigger than Xu Qian’s! They were a peerless treasure bestowed by heaven itself!’

At this moment, Yang Xun had completely forgotten about the line between teacher and student.

Images from his middle school days flashed wildly through his mind.

Back then, Teacher Murong would wear a white blouse and a long, dark blue skirt, standing at the lectern and lecturing earnestly.

Her collar was always buttoned up tight, but even that couldn’t hide the proud curve of her chest.

The boys in his class back then had discussed Teacher Murong’s figure in private more than a few times.

But he never could have imagined that the dream of every boy in his class was, at this very moment, held firmly in his hands!

Overcome with excitement, Yang Xun lowered his head and took one of the crimson cherries on Murong Wei’s chest into his mouth.

"Ah!!"

Murong Wei’s body trembled violently, and her hands shot up to wrap around Yang Xun’s head.

’She never expected this boy to be so bold!’

’They had agreed to just hug, hadn’t they?’

’How had his mouth gotten involved?’

However, she didn’t push Yang Xun away. Instead, she pressed his head even tighter against her.

Looking at the student in her arms, Murong Wei felt a sweet sense of satisfaction. She couldn’t believe that, at thirty-four, she could still be so attractive to a young man in his early twenties.

This feeling of being desired left her feeling incredibly fulfilled and happy.

For so many years, her husband had always given up halfway, never once letting her feel what it was like to be completely conquered by a man.

But now, Yang Xun in her arms made her entire body burn!

"Teacher, I can’t take it anymore!!"

After a long, passionate session, Yang Xun could no longer hold back.

He suddenly flipped over, pinning Murong Wei beneath him with his hands on her shoulders.

"HUFF... HUFF... HUFF..."

Murong Wei now lay on her back on the sofa, her long, dark hair fanned out around her. Her almond eyes were glazed over, her cheeks as red as peach blossoms in March, and her lips were slightly parted as she panted for breath.

Looking into Yang Xun’s bloodshot eyes, she knew what her student wanted to do!

’This boy wanted to put it inside!’

And yet, Murong Wei had no thought of stopping him. On the contrary, she was eagerly anticipating Yang Xun breaking completely into her world.

She wanted to be conquered, to be thoroughly conquered by her student!

"Teacher, I... I don’t think there’s any problem with me! I’m still in great shape!"

Yang Xun glanced down.

He was still as hard as iron, not soft at all, showing absolutely no signs of going impotent!

After so much skin-to-skin contact with Murong Wei—the hugging, the kneading, even taking a cherry in his mouth—his body still hadn’t changed.

"What... what are you trying to do??"

Murong Wei panted, her eyes glazed, asking Yang Xun a question to which she already knew the answer.

"Teacher... I... I want to put it in!!"

Yang Xun’s eyes were bloodshot, his heavy breaths washing over Murong Wei’s exquisite face, and his voice was raspy to the extreme.