Chapter 78: I Am Sore~ Go Away~

The nightmare of that first night was completely erased. Ryan toyed with her sensitive nipple with his fingers, smoking his cigarette and enjoying her shivering moans.

To completely conquer this beauty was an immense psychological satisfaction for any man. At this moment, Ryan felt like he was floating on air.

"Teacher, are you satisfied tonight?"

Ryan grinned lewdly.

Yana’s eyes held a hint of shame as she slowly came back to her senses. Though a bit embarrassed, she said meekly and happily, "I feel like I’ve wasted my whole life before..."

"So this is what an orgasm feels like... I used to think it was just a way to regulate my hormones."

"Little bastard... second time already, and you still came so much..."

Ryan smiled even more smugly, stroking her head and saying, "Ms. Yana, you have to follow through on things, so you can set a good example for your students."

Yana was a smart and considerate woman. She naturally knew what the little rascal was up to. She gave him a flirtatious glare and struggled up with her weak body.

Holding his softened shaft, now covered in her own juices and his semen, she scolded, "You little bastard, which classmate are you thinking of asking to suck your dick next? Setting an example, huh."

"Tina? Or Linda... they’re the prettiest."

"Hehe, guess, teacher. Sooner or later, I’ll have you and your students kneeling down to suck my dick."

With her heart and body surrendered, Yana was no longer shy and was very open. Stirred by his dirty talk, she obediently opened her cherry lips and took his shaft into her mouth.

Her tongue curled around it like a lively snake, not missing any spot, licking carefully and gently, even going over his testicles several times.

After cleaning him with her mouth, she instinctively wanted to spit it out.

Ryan grabbed her hand and said with a wicked grin, "Teacher, why waste it? Just swallow it!"

Yana shook her head. Ryan didn’t force her. After she spat it out, she pounced on him with playful punches: "You bad man... how do you have so many ways to bully your teacher?"

"Your stuff is like snot... and you want me to swallow my own too... bad guy, bad guy!"

These playful punches were like a flirtation. Ryan’s eyes lit up. He scooped her up in a princess carry and walked into the bathroom.

Under the shower, they washed each other’s bodies, hands roaming everywhere. Ryan said lewdly, "Ms. Yana, next time you finish me with your mouth, swallow it. If you dare spit it out again, you’ll make it up to me here."

With that, his hand, which was on her butt, used the shower gel to toy with her pink little rosebud.

"Behave..."

Yana blushed and slapped Ryan’s hand away, then said, "Let me wash you first. Don’t move around."

Ryan enjoyed her delicate service, was washed clean, and then shooed out of the bathroom. He smugly lit another cigarette and took a look at the time.

On and off, these two rounds had taken two hours. Damn, his stamina was no joke now.

Yana came out with a flushed face and said, "Are you staying here tonight?"

Her expression was a bit hesitant. Ryan immediately teased her, "What’s wrong, teacher? You look a little troubled."

Yana nodded and said, "After all, you’re a student. It wouldn’t be convenient if someone saw you leaving here tomorrow. Plus, the grade leader often comes by in the morning to ask me to have breakfast together."

The grade leader, that manly woman with a face full of stern features. If she caught them, it wouldn’t end well.

"Then I’ll go back to the dorm to sleep!"

Ryan was more than satisfied. He grinned, hugged her, touched her breasts, and kissed her, still a little reluctant to leave.

Yana said coquettishly, "You little rascal, stop teasing me. I know you’re good, I give in, alright?"

"Then tell me, Ms. Yana, what am I good at?"

Ryan continued with a lewd smile.

"Bad guy!"

Yana gave Ryan an infatuated kiss on the cheek and said softly, "Ryan’s dick is amazing. It fucked me so well, I’m completely satisfied. My pussy is still a little sore and swollen now."

"Hehe, then let me take a look!"

"No!"

Yana coquettishly closed her legs and said with a dazed look, "You little rascal, my chest is sore from you grabbing it so hard earlier. You were squeezing like you were going to pop it."

"Sorry, let me give you a massage to make up for it."

Though she called it a massage, he was still fondly kneading her full, alluring breasts.

Yana moaned softly and said, "Alright, you should go back now. If you keep kneading me, I won’t be able to take it."

"I’m already satisfied and very tired. My chest hurts, my lower back is a bit sore from what you did, and even my mouth feels sour..."

That was the highest praise, proof of how satisfied she was, that this mature body had been thoroughly conquered.

After a reluctant farewell kiss, Ryan got dressed and left the teacher’s dormitory.

Before leaving, he glanced back and saw that Yana’s affection had risen to 87...

It seemed that the higher the number, the harder it was to increase. Compared to the free-spirited Anna and Linda, Yana’s identity as a wife, mother, and teacher was clearly a significant tie she couldn’t ignore.

To keep raising her affection, besides spending money, he would also need sweet talk and some tactics.

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The next day was Saturday. Students who lived nearby had gone home for the weekend, and those boarding had all gone out to have fun.

The teaching building was very quiet, with only the heavily air-conditioned library having people. Ryan fiddled with his phone as he made his way to the Literature department building.

The corridors were empty, his footsteps echoing faintly against the tiled floors, and the usual chatter of students was replaced by the distant hum of vending machines.

He checked his reflection in a glass display case, smoothing down his collar, before rounding the corner toward Yana’s office.

"Ryan!"

Linda was waiting at the stairway and immediately threw herself into Ryan’s arms as soon as he arrived.

Today she was wearing a sky-blue dress, with her hair in a ponytail, looking incredibly pure—exactly the kind of campus beauty every man dreams of.

She wore no jewelry, looking very fresh. On her wrist was a hairband, and her blue sandals showed off her delicate feet, radiating pure allure.

Still braless and only wearing a tube top, her soft chest pressed directly against him, tempting him to savor that wonderful feeling.

"You’re here so early!"

Ryan leered, caressing her through her dress.

Linda looked up, pouting pitifully, and said, "Yeah, I was afraid I’d be late, so I came early to wait here."

Before they could get affectionate, Yana’s gentle voice came from the office: "Ryan is here? Come in. Linda, wait outside for a moment."

"Coming!"

Ryan entered the office.

Only Yana was inside. She was wearing a purple dress, elegant and demure, full of charm. Though her cleavage wasn’t exposed, the massive pair practically resting on the desk was still overwhelmingly striking.