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After coming out of the bathroom, Fang Liyu felt completely relaxed, his skin glowing with a rosy hue, lazily resembling a well-fed cat looking thoroughly satisfied.
Mu Yan had taken a cold shower for about ten minutes, waiting for his desires to calm down before changing clothes and stepping out of the bathroom. He approached the young man sitting on the edge of the bed, boredly playing on his phone, half-kneeling on the floor. "Young Master, you’ve been waiting long. I will assist you with your clothing now."
Fang Liyu put down his phone and glanced at Mu Yan's lower body. Even though he wasn't erect at the moment, it was still large enough to be hard to ignore, causing Fang Liyu's heart to race and his ears to turn slightly red. He cleared his throat, trying to cover up his embarrassment, and said sternly, "Then hurry up."
Mu Yan selected a light gray suit from the wardrobe and gently untied the young man's bathrobe. During this process, he seemed as tense as if facing a formidable opponent, every muscle taut and alert, yet his movements were incredibly gentle as he helped Fang Liyu remove his clothing.
The bathrobe slipped to the floor, and Mu Yan looked directly at Fang Liyu's naked form without a hint of distraction in his eyes. His hands moved smoothly and perfectly as he wrapped the young man's chest, his expression blank like a robot executing commands without any internal conflict despite having just moments ago been aroused by Fang Liyu in the bathroom.
The suit was well-tailored, accentuating the young man's slender waist and highlighting his fair complexion. His long legs were enviable.
Fang Liyu checked himself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, this one will do. Let's go."
Today, Fang Liyu would not be going to the office but was invited to attend the opening ceremony for new students at his alma mater, where he would give a speech as a successful alumnus.
In truth, Fang Liyu was not particularly enthusiastic about this event; with his status and position, he no longer needed such accolades. However, thinking about having some playful fun with Mu Yan in the classroom where he once studied piqued his interest enough for him to agree.
Before going on stage, he avoided Mu Yan and changed into an outfit prepared in advance in the waiting room provided by the school: a pure-looking JK uniform paired with black sheer tights and then topped off with his original suit.
No one would expect that this well-known alumnus and president of Fang Group would be wearing an outfit designed to entice men beneath his serious suit. While delivering an inspiring speech in front of thousands of faculty and students, his gaze constantly wandered towards a certain man in the audience, reciting motivational lines while secretly thinking about how he would make love to his personal bodyguard later.
The applause echoed throughout the auditorium as Fang Liyu smiled charmingly, instantly drawing squeals from groups of young girls in their seats. Mu Yan heard it clearly and frowned slightly with his usual icy expression.
Thus, when Fang Liyu declined an invitation from the school for dinner and found Mu Yan afterward, he sensed something was off. "Mu Yan, are you unhappy?"
Though still wearing that poker face, it seemed like the corners of his mouth were turned down more than usual—he appeared somewhat displeased.
Mu Yan replied flatly, "Not at all."
Fang Liyu studied him for a moment; considering Mu Yan's reserved nature, he decided to let it go but said, "Come with me; I have something for you to do."
Fang Liyu led him into a small classroom that was empty due to class being out. The blackboard still bore traces of chalk that hadn't been wiped clean.
He pulled the curtains tight and locked the door before slowly unbuttoning his shirt right in front of Mu Yan. "Watch me, Mu Yan," he commanded.
As he gradually removed his shirt, suit jacket, and pants—the belt clattering onto the wooden floor—Fang Liyu revealed himself dressed in a blue-and-white JK uniform: a white shirt that reflected light against his neck and delicate collarbones; the collar was wide enough to expose part of the bandages wrapping around his soft chest; loose fabric occasionally revealed glimpses of his slender waist; and a light blue pleated skirt that barely covered his backside promised an enchanting sight when stirred by a breeze. His legs were encased in thin black stockings—long and elegant.
Mu Yan's heart raced uncontrollably; he couldn't tear his gaze away from the young master before him. His throat felt dry as he stammered out, "You... what is this...?"
Fang Liyu interrupted and asked him, "Mu Yan, do I look good like this?" Mu Yan calmed down, restrained his desire, raised his head, closed his eyes and opened them again, as if he was helpless against the young man's prank, "Looks good..." In fact, this sentence did not mean to flatter the master. In Mu Yan's eyes, the young master looked good in whatever he wore, and he thought he was the best-looking person he had ever seen. With his hips raised, Fang Liyu sat back on the desk, took off his shoes, and stretched his right foot wrapped in black silk lightly forward, stepping on the crotch of Mu Yan's suit pants. Fang Liyu touched the man's dormant penis again and again, the crimson corners of her eyes were as sexy and alluring as hooks, "Then... Teacher Mu... do you like it?" The word "Teacher Mu" almost broke the string of reason in Mu Yan's mind. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "Master, I don't understand what you mean." "No, you understand, you know I want you..." Fang Liyu lifted up her skirt, revealing the honey hole between her legs under her stockings, which was already wet with passion, "You know I want the teacher's big cock to fuck into the slutty student's pussy and bully me badly... Or are you afraid that your wife will find out that you and I are having an affair?" She lifted both feet and stepped on Mu Yan's cock together, massaging it, and gradually felt that the sleeping lion under her feet began to harden under her ravages. Fang Liyu smiled smugly, "But... Teacher, look, you're erect... In an empty classroom, with your former student stepping on your dick, you're erect." Ugh! Mu Yan's penis in his underwear was beating with excitement, and he responded eagerly to Fang Liyu's invitation. He was aroused once this morning but didn't get to release it, which made his desire even stronger this time. But... Mu Yan was hesitant in his heart. On the one hand, he didn't want to feel that he was of low status and unworthy of having sex with the young master. He should restrain himself and stop the young master from going astray. But on the other hand, he was deeply fascinated by the young master and couldn't remain indifferent. His whole heart was beating violently for him, and every cell in his body was clamoring for him. The oath he made to Old Master Fang flashed back in his mind. Mu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the young man seriously, his voice hoarse, "Do you... know the consequences of doing this?" "Of course I know." This is a university classroom. It is very likely that someone will pass by and hear the noise in the classroom, or even break in and cause a commotion. Fang Liyu knew this, but he just wanted to have sex with Mu Yan in this place where he had taken classes many times. When he was in college, he didn't know why Old Master Fang suddenly went crazy and forced him to stay in the house. He also ordered Mu Yan to stay in the old house and train well, and not to meet him. So, Fang Liyu wanted to use this opportunity to let Mu Yan make up for the missing part of his experience. "None of this is important. What's important is... I want you, okay? Teacher." Fang Liyu's feet landed on the ground, and Mu Yan approached him step by step. His eyes were so heavy that he seemed to want to swallow him into his stomach in one bite. He really looked like a perverted teacher who had erotic thoughts about his students. Mu Yan put his arm around Fang Liyu's waist and pressed him towards himself, "What do you want me to do?" Fang Liyu put his hand behind the man's neck, quietly opened his collar, and lowered his head to imprint his lips on the inner side of the collar. The bad student who had an affair with his teacher marked the teacher in his most private place in his own way. His crisp and seductive voice sounded in Mu Yan's ear at close range, "Fuck me... Fuck me hard..." The valve that maintained the remaining rationality in Mu Yan's brain suddenly collapsed. He eagerly bit the young man's lips and kissed the young master in a disorderly manner, his tongue entangled with the other's small tongue and entangled fiercely.
I have to admit that he is also very excited about this teacher-student play. In this role play, he can indulge himself and release the long-suppressed desire in his heart, pressing the young master under him and possessing him fiercely. "Well... Teacher... kiss me..." Fang Liyu hugged the back of the man's head and offered her lips actively, "I like it..." The two kissed passionately. "Well..." Fang Liyu was kissed by Mu Yan's desperate kiss and couldn't breathe. She had to push the man away and slightly open her moist and swollen lips to breathe. Mu Yan stared at the young man's slightly swollen lips that were kissed by her, and the tender and juicy tongue was faintly visible in the gap between his lips. Unable to hold back, the man lowered his head again, to pursue that wonderful taste, but this time the force was a little lighter, not like a hungry wolf cub, the two lips gently pressed against Fang Liyu's mouth, sucking and entering gently, dancing together in the narrow mouth, entangled with each other. "Teacher...enough, enough...", Fang Liyu, who was kissed several times before being let go, had a red face and unstable breathing, "No...no more kisses..." If he kissed again, he would suffocate to death here. Mu Yan raised his hand to tidy up his hair that had become messy in the previous action, "Okay." He placed the young master's feet on his erection, his voice filled with strong desire, "Be good, help the teacher get it out." Hearing the man's sexy and low voice, no longer as cold as usual, Fang Liyu's ears were burning along with his face, his heartbeat accelerated, and his little feet in black stockings stepped on Mu Yan's hard cock through his pants as Mu Yan requested, "Huh... Huh, you like your students to step on your cock to make it erect, the teacher is so perverted..." Mu Yan whispered in his ear, "Not only that... During class, I'm thinking of calling you up, taking off your pants and fucking your cunt, so that your classmates can see how your cunt is squeezing mine..." Fang Liyu's dripping female hole shrank. "You dress so beautifully every day. Are you trying to seduce other men to fuck you, huh? Isn't having a teacher enough?" Fang Liyu pulled down Mu Yan's zipper, and ripped open his underwear with his toes, and took out the erect penis. His feet in black stockings were pressed against the penis without any obstruction. His tender soles circled left and right, clamping Mu Yan's penis and stroking it up and down, giving the man a foot job. His body was so excited in the man's arms that he couldn't help but soften, but he still looked at Mu Yan with seductive eyes and fell into madness, "Haah... the slutty student doesn't want them. Teacher Mu's penis is so big, the slutty student only needs Teacher Mu..." Feeling the man pushing him against the table and fucking his feet, the rough penis rubbed against the slippery stockings again and again, and the glans that secreted sticky sexual fluids stained his two feet. The sensitive sound of footsteps seemed to be connected to Fang Liyu's flower hole, which was in heat but pitifully not caressed by a man. He felt that Mu Yan was not rubbing his feet, but his cunt. "Well~ every day... you wear it so beautifully... it's all for the teacher to see... the slut wants to seduce the teacher to fuck me..." "Slut," Mu Yan tightly clasped the young master's ankles, and the cock on the verge of eruption was thrusting in the young master's thighs. Under the dual stimulation of body and mind, he groaned and shot out a stream of white sperm, "Cum for you, all for you, the teacher will satisfy the slut..." "Ah..." A large amount of sticky white fluid with a relatively high temperature spurted out from the urethra hole on the top of the big stick, all splashing on Fang Liyu's thin black stockings.
On the young man's calf, black ink was marked with clusters of white spots, creating a stark contrast in color.
"Ugh, it's dirty..."
"It's fine," Mu Yan panted, his fingers slipping between the young man's spread legs, pressing down on a dark, damp area. He applied firm pressure with his fingertips, kneading and rubbing it. "I'll get you a new pair from the teacher..."
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