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The door to the changing room was suddenly pushed open.
Hu Fengling walked in with a towel in hand, wiping the sweat from his neck as he strode in confidently. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of shower gel, mingled with a hint of an unnoticeable, suggestive atmosphere. He had intended to take a shower after an unusually intense training session that left him feeling sticky and uncomfortable. However, as his gaze swept across the depths of the changing room, his relaxed expression instantly froze.
Zhao Yang and Zhu Fang were disheveled and tightly embraced, the air thick with tension.
Zhu Fang's face still bore a flush, her eyes dreamy, and her shirt was open at the front, revealing large swathes of fair skin, with a hint of her deep cleavage barely concealed. Her curvaceous body was pressed closely against Zhao Yang's, her long, fair legs wrapped around his waist like vines clinging tightly.
Zhao Yang's hair was tousled, his eyes filled with desire. One hand rested on Zhu Fang's rounded backside, gently kneading it, feeling the astonishing elasticity beneath his fingertips. His muscular chest rose and fell with each breath, beads of sweat glistening on his sun-kissed skin, adding an air of wild charm.
Hu Fengling's breathing quickened, a flicker of greed and jealousy flashing in his eyes. He had long coveted Zhu Fang—the delicate waist that could be grasped with one hand, the alluring fullness of her chest, and the perfectly rounded backside—all stirred something deep within him. Yet he had never dared to cross the line due to Zhao Yang's presence. Now, witnessing this scene before him ignited a volcanic rage within him.
"You guys..." Hu Fengling's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief.
Zhao Yang and Zhu Fang turned abruptly to see Hu Fengling standing at the door, momentarily stunned.
A hint of panic crossed Zhu Fang's face as she hurriedly adjusted her clothes to cover herself. However, her eyes sparkled mischievously as she playfully winked at Zhao Yang, as if to say, "Watch me."
Zhao Yang's expression darkened, a glint of menace flashing in his gaze. He protectively pulled Zhu Fang behind him, his eyes sharp as knives directed at Hu Fengling.
"Hu Fengling, what are you playing at?!" Zhao Yang shouted angrily.
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Hu Fengling's face, but he quickly regained his composure, his eyes filled with provocation. He scrutinized Zhao Yang from head to toe, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not here to cause trouble; I just happened to pass by," Hu Fengling retorted coldly. "I didn't expect you two to be doing such things in the changing room—truly shameless! Tsk tsk tsk, Zhu Fang, I thought you were some pure maiden; who knew..."
Zhu Fang shot Hu Fengling an annoyed glare and feigned innocence as she said, " Teacher Hu, don’t say that! We were just..."
"Just what? Unable to control yourselves? Or consumed by desire?" Hu Fengling pressed on relentlessly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "If you don't want to get expelled from school, you'd better keep me in your thoughts!"
Zhao Yang's fists were tightly clenched, his knuckles cracking ominously. He glared at Hu Fengling and said slowly, "What right do you have to threaten me? You're just a gym teacher!"
Zhu Fang quickly grabbed Zhao Yang's arm, whispering, "Don't be impulsive; now is not the time to fall out with him." While she outwardly urged Zhao Yang to calm down, inside she felt a sense of satisfaction, eager to see how the two would resolve this conflict. Her eyes gleamed with a sense of entertainment.
Hu Fengling's expression darkened; he hadn't expected Zhao Yang to stand up to him. He had always been used to throwing his weight around at school and had never encountered such defiance.
"Zhao Yang, you little brat, don't know what's good for you!" Hu Fengling roared. "What do you think you are? How dare you challenge me?"
"You..." Zhao Yang could no longer hold back. He shoved Zhu Fang aside and swung his fist at Hu Fengling.
Hu Fengling was prepared; he sidestepped Zhao Yang's punch and kicked him hard in the abdomen. Zhao Yang cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, clutching his stomach and curling up.
Hu Fengling sneered as he mounted Zhao Yang, raining down punches on his face.
"Let’s see you act tough now! Let’s see if you know your place!" Hu Fengling shouted as he struck, each blow landing mercilessly.
Zhao Yang was beaten until his face was bruised and bloodied. He gritted his teeth and fought back with all his might, but he was no match for Hu Fengling.
Zhu Fang screamed from the sidelines, trying to intervene, but she didn't dare get close.
After tiring himself out from the beating, Hu Fengling finally stopped and looked down at Zhao Yang with satisfaction.
"Zhao Yang, weren't you so tough before? Why are you lying on the ground like a dead dog now?" Hu Fengling mocked.
Zhao Yang struggled to get up but found himself utterly weak. It felt as if his bones were breaking, and his face throbbed with pain.
Hu Fengling stood up and walked over to Zhu Fang, reaching out to caress her cheek.
"Zhu Fang, what good is it following him? Come with me, and I'll give you a life of luxury." Hu Fengling's tone was filled with temptation.
Zhu Fang's face flashed with a hint of disgust, but she dared not resist.
Hu Fengling pulled Zhu Fang into her embrace and kissed her fiercely.
Zhu Fang struggled, but it was futile.
Hu Fengling's hands began to roam over Zhu Fang's body, touching her wantonly.
Zhu Fang's breath quickened, and her body started to tremble.
Hu Fengling lifted Zhu Fang and walked toward the Private Training Room.
The door to the Private Training Room closed behind them.
Inside the room, the sounds of Zhu Fang's moans and Hu Fengling's heavy breaths filled the air.
Zhao Yang lay on the ground, his eyes filled with anger and despair.
He had been humiliated by Hu Fengling, and now his woman had been taken from him.
He would seek revenge!
He would make Hu Fengling pay the price!
He had to!
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