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As night fell, the neon lights flickered.
Zhao Yang and Zhu Fang walked side by side into a lavishly decorated Private Cinema.
A faint fragrance filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of popcorn, creating a sense of relaxation. The walls on either side of the corridor were adorned with various classic movie posters, and the dim lighting set a mysterious and romantic atmosphere.
Zhu Fang swayed her hips as she walked in high heels, the sound echoing in the empty corridor like a rhythmic knock on Zhao Yang's heart. Her curves were accentuated by the fitted dress, making her appear particularly alluring, swaying gently with each step like a ripe peach, exuding an irresistible charm.
Zhao Yang found himself irresistibly drawn to her, his throat involuntarily tightening. He felt his heartbeat quicken, a warm rush coursing through him. The scent of Zhu Fang's perfume wafted into his nostrils, stirring a restlessness deep within him.
Once inside the room, Zhu Fang skillfully turned on the projector and selected the movie they had prepared in advance. It was a passionate love story. On the screen, the lead couple's tender moments intertwined with suggestive lighting and music, making the temperature in the room seem to rise several degrees.
Zhu Fang nestled close to Zhao Yang, her breath audible as it brushed against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The faint scent of her perfume mixed with the freshness of her body wash made Zhao Yang feel dizzy.
"This movie seems quite thrilling," Zhu Fang's voice was soft as a feather but carried a hint of teasing. Her hand gently rested on Zhao Yang's hand, her fingertips lightly tracing over his skin like an electric current spreading through his body.
Zhao Yang's heart raced even faster; he felt he was losing control. He turned to look at Zhu Fang and found her gazing at him with longing eyes filled with desire and anticipation. Her lips slightly parted, painted with vibrant lipstick, seemed to invite him to taste.
Zhao Yang's breath quickened as memories flooded back of that day in the gym when Zhu Fang had been drenched in sweat, her fitted workout clothes accentuating her exquisite figure—especially her slim waist and full breasts—images that lingered in his mind. And now, with Zhu Fang so close, she radiated a mature femininity that he found utterly captivating.
"Yes, it’s quite thrilling," Zhao Yang replied hoarsely, feeling a dryness in his throat.
A playful smile curved at the corners of Zhu Fang's lips. She reached out with her other hand to gently caress Zhao Yang's face, her fingertips gliding softly over his chin before lingering on his lips.
"Would you like to try?" Zhu Fang's voice carried a hint of seduction, her gaze dreamy as if she were trying to draw Zhao Yang in completely.
Unable to resist any longer, Zhao Yang lowered his head and kissed Zhu Fang's lips. Her lips were soft and moist, like jelly, carrying a hint of sweet fragrance. Zhao Yang greedily sucked on them, as if he wanted to consume her whole.
Zhu Fang responded passionately to his kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pressing her body against him. Her chest pressed firmly against Zhao Yang's, soft yet elastic, sending waves of intoxicating pleasure through him.
Zhao Yang's hands began to wander restlessly, sliding down Zhu Fang's waist, over her rounded hips, finally resting on her long thighs. He gently caressed her smooth skin, feeling its silkiness that made him unable to let go.
Zhu Fang's body trembled slightly, releasing soft gasps that acted like a catalyst, igniting Zhao Yang's excitement even more. He rolled over, pinning Zhu Fang beneath him, their bodies pressed tightly together without a gap. He could clearly feel her warmth, her heartbeat, and the alluring scent that enveloped her.
Zhao Yang's breathing grew more rapid, his eyes filled with flames of desire. He kissed Zhu Fang again, this time more wildly and dominantly. His hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every inch of her skin.
Zhu Fang's moans grew louder and more uninhibited, as if she wanted to fill the entire room with them. The temperature in the room rose steadily, the air thick with the scent of hormones.
Just as they were about to reach their climax, a sudden wave of intense moans erupted from the neighboring room. The sounds reached Zhao Yang's ears clearly, snapping him back to reality.
He abruptly halted his movements, lifting his head and straining to listen to the noises next door. The sounds became clearer and more brazen, mingled with heavy male breaths and high-pitched female cries.
Zhao Yang furrowed his brow as he felt his heartbeat quicken, an unsettling emotion washing over him. He turned to look at Zhu Fang, who also seemed startled by the sounds from next door.
"What is that noise?" Zhu Fang asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Zhao Yang shook his head in response; he didn't know either. He got up and walked to the door, gently cracking it open to peek outside. The corridor was empty, illuminated only by dim lights and faint music drifting from afar.
He pressed his ear against the door, listening intently to the sounds coming from the next room. The noise grew clearer and more brazen, as if it were right beside him. Zhao Yang's heart raced faster, and he felt his breath becoming labored.
Suddenly, he pushed the door open and rushed into the adjacent room.
Inside, a man and a woman were entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies bare and glistening, emitting soft moans. The woman was tall with fair skin, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, obscuring her face. The man was muscular and imposing, a sinister expression etched on his features.
Zhao Yang recognized the man instantly; it was Lu Man, the school's Vice Principal. And the woman was…
Zhao Yang's pupils dilated sharply as he felt his blood run cold.
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