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Zhao Yang stepped out of Lu Man's office, the warning reprimand weighing heavily on his chest like a stone, making it hard for him to breathe.
He needed to vent, to find an outlet for this pent-up frustration.
By some strange twist of fate, his feet led him toward the school's gym. The loud music, the sweat pouring down, and the clanging of weights created a powerful symphony. However, this lively scene did not lift Zhao Yang's spirits; instead, it only heightened his irritation. He felt like an outsider, completely out of place.
He wandered aimlessly through the equipment area, his gaze vacant as if he had lost focus. Everything around him blurred into insignificance, while the pressure in his chest grew heavier, like a fire burning within.
“Zhao Yang?” A sweet voice broke through the chaos, like a refreshing stream in a desert.
Turning toward the sound, Zhao Yang saw Zhu Fang standing before him, her fitted workout attire accentuating her curvy figure. Her full breasts were barely contained by her sports bra, and her slender waist seemed delicate enough to break with a touch. Her rounded hips swayed slightly with each breath, exuding the allure of a mature woman.
Today, she wore a pink sports bra with a deep V design that revealed much of her fair skin, rising and falling gently with her breaths like two ripe peaches glistening in the light. Zhao Yang found himself irresistibly drawn to her, as if he might fall into that captivating sight.
Her tight workout pants hugged her long legs perfectly, highlighting every curve, while the fullness of her backside made it hard to look away. Zhao Yang felt his heart race as warmth surged from his abdomen.
She wore a charming smile, her eyes sparkling with an unusual light that hinted at both teasing and invitation. This glow was like a magnet pulling Zhao Yang in, leaving him unable to resist.
“Zhu Fang, what a coincidence,” Zhao Yang managed to say while trying to maintain his composure, though his voice trembled slightly.
“Yes, quite the coincidence,” Zhu Fang replied with an even more alluring smile. “What are you doing here all alone? Feeling down?” Her tone was gentle and caring, as if she could soothe Zhao Yang's inner turmoil.
Zhao Yang forced a bitter smile. “A bit.” He struggled to articulate his feelings; the reprimand and uncertainty about the future weighed heavily on him.
“Would you like me to help you relax?” Zhu Fang's voice carried a hint of seduction as her gaze roamed over Zhao Yang, suggesting something unspoken.
“How would you help me relax?” Zhao Yang asked knowingly, his heartbeat quickening in anticipation of Zhu Fang's response.
"Of course it's a private training course." Zhu Fang blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, "I'm very professional." Her voice was accompanied by a hint of smile, which made Zhao Yang even more excited. Zhao Yang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. He felt attracted by Zhu Fang's charm and couldn't refuse her invitation. He followed Zhu Fang to a Private Training Room. The room was filled with a faint aromatherapy scent, and the lights were soft, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. This atmosphere made Zhao Yang feel a little nervous and a little excited. Zhu Fang asked Zhao Yang to lie on the Yoga Mat and began to massage him to relax. Her soft hands wandered over his body, with just the right amount of strength, making Zhao Yang feel extremely comfortable. His tense muscles gradually relaxed, and the boredom in his heart gradually dissipated. "How do you feel?" Zhu Fang's voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of tenderness, as if a feather gently brushed across the tip of his heart. "Very good." Zhao Yang closed his eyes, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation. He felt his body getting lighter and lighter, as if he was about to float. Zhu Fang's fingers gently slid over his chest muscles, then slowly moved down, across his firm abdominal muscles, and finally stopped at his thighs. Her touch was gentle and seductive, causing Zhao Yang's body to tremble slightly. He felt Zhu Fang's fingers gently caressing the inside of his thighs, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout his body. His breathing became rapid, and a heat rose from the bottom of his heart. He opened his eyes and saw Zhu Fang leaning over him, with a dazed look in her eyes and a little rapid breathing. Her breasts were almost touching his face, and he could even smell the faint scent of her perfume, which was a sweet and intoxicating smell. Zhao Yang's heart beat faster, and he felt that he was about to lose control of himself. He reached out and gently stroked Zhu Fang's waist. Her waist was slender and soft, as if she had no bones. His hands slowly moved upwards, sliding over her smooth back, and finally stopped at her plump breasts. He kneaded them gently, feeling the soft touch, as smooth as silk and as soft as cotton. Zhu Fang's body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft moan, which was like an electric current, stimulating Zhao Yang's nerves. Her eyes became more blurred, and her breathing became more rapid. Zhao Yang felt a strong desire surging in his body, as if it wanted to devour him. He turned over and pressed Zhu Fang under him, their bodies pressed tightly together. He could feel the softness and warmth of her body, which made him even more excited.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, greedily savoring her sweetness. Her lips were soft and moist, like ripe fruit, exuding an enticing fragrance.
Zhu Fang responded passionately to his kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her body pressed closely against Zhao Yang's, as if they were meant to merge into one.
The temperature in the room gradually rose, and their breaths became increasingly hurried. The air was thick with a suggestive atmosphere, as if it were about to explode.
Just as Zhao Yang was on the verge of losing control, Zhu Fang suddenly pushed him away.
"No," she gasped, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. "Not here."
Zhao Yang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood her meaning. They were in the Private Training Room, where anyone could walk in at any time. If they were caught, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He took a deep breath, striving to calm himself.
"Then where should we go?" he asked.
Zhu Fang thought for a moment and replied, "Let's go to the Private Cinema."
Zhao Yang nodded in agreement.
The two quickly got dressed and left the Private Training Room.
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