"No, no, no, it's fine, Teacher Qin, this is perfect!" Lin Feng hurried to say.
A look of I-expected-that settled on Qin Wanrou's face.
She watched Lin Feng pop the tab and chug several big gulps like he was genuinely parched. His Adam's apple bobbed as the beer flowed, a drop sliding down the corner of his mouth, tracing a path along his neck and disappearing under his collar.
Through his thin T-shirt, you could make out the solid, full contour of his chest muscles, and his shorts showed off sturdy thigh muscles — pure youthful testosterone.
Qin Wanrou's eyes grew hazy, her breathing quicker.
Not only were her nipples starting to leak, dampening her shirt, but her pussy was already secreting a steady trickle of wetness, soaking her thighs, the slickness beginning to slide down her legs. She couldn't help picturing herself pinned under this strong, young man, his cock rammed deep into her.
Those firm, powerful hands would grab her towering mounds without mercy, kneading them into any shape he wanted, while she'd just mewl in pleasure like a cat.
His virile, young cock would bulldoze through her final defenses, plunging into her womb, charging around like a tireless bull…
That feeling — it had to be amazing!
The thought sent a wave of heat through her body, a familiar emptiness rising from deep inside, making her legs clamp together as her pussy lips rubbed against each other in restless need.
It had been a long time since she'd felt this.
Glug…
Lin Feng took another big gulp, the sound of his throat pulling him from her fantasy.
Her cheeks felt fever-hot, her pussy throbbing with an urge she couldn't suppress, her legs weakening.
No…
If this kept up, she'd lose control and soak the place.
She looked at Lin Feng's handsome face, now flushed from the beer, his eyes brimming with desire.
Tonight, she was going to devour this little man.
"By the way, did you have fun on Friday?"
Qin Wanrou popped another beer, no glass — just tipped it to her lips and drank, then leaned lazily against the fridge, those peach-blossom eyes half-smiling as she asked casually, "I saw you ended up passed out on the sofa."
Lin Feng instantly caught her meaning.
This woman wasn't checking on him — she was testing him!
Testing whether he remembered what happened while drunk.
"I… I don't remember," he rubbed his temple, face showing just the right amount of confusion.
"I only recall… ordering a bottle of foreign liquor, then playing bullsh*t games with Xu Xuanxuan, Wang Xuejiao, and the others. Then… then I woke up in the dorm."
"I see…"
Hearing that, Qin Wanrou's last worry vanished, though she kept up the "big sister scolding little brother" act. "Xu Xuanxuan and the others are something else — that many girls ganging up to pour you? And you, so clueless, drinking as they told you to without playing smart?"
Inside, she was already calculating:
If he was too drunk to remember, that was perfect!
It was practically tailor-made — a flawless tool.
Lin Feng finished the first can with a burp, natural flush on his cheeks.
"Teacher Qin… I mean, sis, I'm still thirsty!" His eyes were slightly glassy looking at her.
"Take it easy, it's strong stuff!" she warned, but casually grabbed another can from the fridge and tossed it to him.
He caught it steady, popped the tab, and chugged half of it in a few gulps.
The icy liquid slid down his throat, a warm buzz rushing to his head.
He was already starting to feel lightheaded.
Which was exactly the state Lin Feng wanted.
With the alcohol helping, playing drunk was easier. Otherwise, a detail-oriented woman like Qin Wanrou would spot the cracks.
"Sis, this stuff really hits hard, my head's kinda spinning," Lin Feng swayed, bracing himself on the sofa, legs unsteady.
"I… I'd better fix the pipe now, or once I'm too wasted, I won't be able to."
"Told you to take it easy!" she pouted, but her eyes sparkled with triumph.
"Alright, come with me."
She set down the can, barefoot, leading the way to the kitchen.
The oversized white shirt swayed with her steps, each movement hypnotic.
From Lin Feng's angle, the lush curves under the shirt twisted and shifted with every step, a rhythm full of mature, fleshy allure — each stride landing right on his heartbeat.
The hem lifted now and then, revealing more of her dazzling thighs, the insides already streaked with wetness, ripe for imagination.
Lin Feng staggered behind her, eyes almost glued to that shifting view.
"Right here," she pointed under the kitchen sink. "Lately the drain's been slow — must be clogged."
Playing dizzy, Lin Feng leaned in. "Yeah, looks like the hose opening is blocked. I'll take it off and clear it."
"Clear the… opening…"
Hearing those words, Qin Wanrou's body softened unexpectedly, eyes instantly watery.
She shifted her waist, feeling a hot rush to her pussy, making it even slicker.
This little guy — even his words were this good…
"The pipe should be in this cabinet. Let me move the stuff out, wait a sec."
Qin Wanrou slowly crouched in front of Lin Feng, then knelt on the cold tile.
She opened the cabinet door, sliding most of her body inside.
The pose made her plump, round ass jut high up, right in Lin Feng's face!
As she leaned deeper inside, the already loose men's shirt rode up. First, the lower curve of her rounded butt, then the entire black-lace-panty-clad mound came into view.
The fabric clung tight to the wetness, outlining every fold of her pussy lips, including the little clit already peeking out, plus the dripping entrance. Above that, her impossibly slender waist…
The shirt bunched beneath her massive bust, but from the side, you could still glimpse that breathtaking lower curvature. Because she was bent over, one nipple peeked out at the bottom — already slightly hardened, irresistibly tempting.
"Oh dear, it's such a mess in here…"
"Hm? I actually put it here? I looked forever before and couldn't find it…"
She kept up that seductively sweet monologue, rummaging inside.
Her body swayed left and right, the two black-lace-wrapped mounds shaking before Lin Feng's eyes like huge blocks of jelly.
Through the semi-transparent lace, you could even faintly see the soft cleft between them subtly opening and closing.