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Zhao Yang stepped out of the Private Training Room, still lingering with the scent of Zhu Fang, an enticing aroma that quickened his heartbeat. The scenes from earlier replayed in his mind—the alluring figure of Zhu Fang, her soft touch, and that passionate kiss left him restless.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The night was deepening, and the streetlights outside the gym cast a dim yellow glow, adding a hint of intimacy to the evening. Zhao Yang adjusted his collar and headed toward the dormitory.
A cool night breeze swept by, carrying a slight chill that couldn't extinguish the heat within him. Zhu Fang's captivating gaze seemed to linger before him, and he could still feel the memory of her soft waist twisting in his hands. Zhao Yang unconsciously quickened his pace, eager to return to his dorm and regain his composure.
Just then, a rustling sound caught his attention. It was the sound of leaves brushing against each other, mixed with faint gasps. Instinctively, Zhao Yang stopped and hid behind a large tree. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Peering through the gaps in the foliage, he witnessed a scene that made his heart race. Li Zheng was pinning a curvaceous girl against the tree trunk. She wore a form-fitting mini skirt, her long legs glistening enticingly in the moonlight. Upon closer inspection, Zhao Yang realized it was none other than Ding Yuanyuan.
Ding Yuanyuan's arms were wrapped around Li Zheng's neck, her ample chest rising and falling with quickened breaths. The alluring curves made Zhao Yang swallow hard. Her slender waist twisted in Li Zheng's embrace like an enticing serpent.
"Li Zheng, be gentle..." Ding Yuanyuan's voice was laced with a hint of seduction, reminiscent of a purring kitten. Her red lips parted slightly as she let out soft gasps, her enchanting posture reminding Zhao Yang of Zhu Fang from earlier in the Private Training Room.
Li Zheng's hands roamed over Ding Yuanyuan's body with practiced ease, clearly not their first encounter. His lips lingered on her neck, eliciting soft moans from her. Ding Yuanyuan's rounded hips shimmered under the moonlight, swaying slightly with her movements.
A surge of complex emotions washed over Zhao Yang. He and Li Zheng were roommates and usually got along well, but witnessing this intimate moment between Li Zheng and Ding Yuanyuan stirred an inexplicable jealousy within him. He wasn't sure if he envied Li Zheng for being with such a beauty or for being so carefree in this secluded grove.
Standing behind the tree, watching Li Zheng and Ding Yuanyuan entwined in the moonlight stirred conflicting feelings inside him. He quietly pulled out his phone and aimed it at the intimate scene before him, tapping the screen lightly. This moment held significant value.
The moonlight poured down like water, casting a hazy veil over the scene before him. Ding Yuanyuan’s graceful figure flickered between shadows; she wore a fitted black camisole dress that accentuated her delicate waist as she gently twisted under Li Zheng’s large hand.
Zhao Yang’s gaze involuntarily fell upon her slender waist, memories flooding back from a year ago. Back then, Ding Yuanyuan was still an innocent junior who loved wearing white dresses; when she smiled, her eyes would curve like blooming cherry blossoms in spring.
Li Zheng's voice was low and filled with a hint of pride as he spoke, "Baby, you’re so beautiful..." His hand glided up Ding Yuanyuan's thigh, eliciting soft, sweet moans from her. The sounds echoed in the stillness of the night, piercing Zhao Yang's heart like a sharp dagger.
Ding Yuanyuan's voice carried a playful tone mixed with anticipation as her hand rested on Li Zheng's solid arm, pushing gently yet insistently. Her long, beautiful legs shimmered alluringly under the moonlight, trembling slightly with each of Li Zheng's movements.
Zhao Yang clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He vividly recalled how he had pursued Ding Yuanyuan step by step, melting her defenses with gentle words and thoughtful actions. It was in this small grove that he had first tasted her sweetness.
Li Zheng's palm continued its journey upward, exploring the softness of Ding Yuanyuan's chest with a mix of tenderness and dominance. The usually quiet roommate seemed transformed in this moment.
Ding Yuanyuan tilted her head back, exposing her graceful neck as her red lips parted slightly, releasing intermittent gasps. Her short skirt had been pushed up to her waist, revealing the edge of black lace panties—a seductive sight that reminded Zhao Yang of Zhu Fang in the Private Training Room not long ago.
Suddenly, Ding Yuanyuan seemed to sense something; her gaze swept toward Zhao Yang's hiding spot. At that moment, Li Zheng turned her face towards him and sealed her lips with a deep kiss. His actions appeared gentle but carried an undeniable forcefulness.
Zhao Yang could clearly see the smugness flickering in Li Zheng's eyes, a silent taunt that seemed to say, "Do you see? Your former woman is now in my arms." The roommate who usually played the harmless role was finally revealing his true self.
Li Zheng's hand roamed over Ding Yuanyuan's smooth back as if flaunting his conquest. His muscular physique stood out sharply in the moonlight, each movement exuding a predatory strength.
Zhao Yang silently raised his phone and snapped a few more photos of their entangled forms. He intended for these images to become his sword, ready to strike at the right moment. Just then, Ding Yuanyuan let out a high-pitched moan and melted into Li Zheng’s embrace.
"Baby, you're amazing..." Li Zheng’s voice dripped with satisfaction as his hand continued its exploration over Ding Yuanyuan’s back.
Zhao Yang scoffed quietly and turned to leave. He deliberately made his footsteps heavy so that the two in the grove could hear him clearly. He wanted Li Zheng to know that he, Zhao Yang, was never the kind of coward who would hide in the shadows.
Back in his dorm room, Zhao Yang sat at his computer and carefully reviewed the photos he had just taken. Though somewhat blurry under the moonlight, they were clear enough to reveal their identities. He clicked the mouse gently and saved these images in an encrypted folder.
The sound of footsteps echoed from outside the door, and the familiar rhythm told him that Li Zheng had returned. Zhao Yang curled his lips into a cold smile, knowing that starting tonight, the atmosphere in this dormitory would undergo a dramatic transformation.
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