Forced Estrus (Lily ABO) - Chapter 9

The next second, Fu Ying grasped Gao Qi’s wrist, her thumb tracing half a circle on her inner wrist. Just as Gao Qi felt a slight tingling itch, Fu Ying suddenly exerted downward force, and Gao Qi, losing her balance, fell directly onto her lap.

Without the slightest pause, Fu Ying directly lifted Gao Qi’s skirt, tracing a path along the root of her thigh upwards.

Her hands were too fast. By the time Gao Qi reacted, Fu Ying had already unhooked her bra with one hand.

Two mounds as tender as milk escaped from the almost tightly closed cups, the n1pples pressing against the fabric, two small, erect buds, trying to conceal yet revealing.

Fu Ying grabbed one side of Gao Qi’s collar with one hand and directly tore it down to her elbow. The n1pple, clearly having been repeatedlyl ravaged, finally saw the light of day, flaunting its flushed redness and seducing Fu Ying.

Fu Ying followed suit, directly pinching it. Gao Qi’s breath caught in her throat, and it took a long moment before she exhaled tremblingly.

“You asked me when I recognized you?” Fu Ying said, kneading the n1pple while admiring Gao Qi’s charming expression slowly being stained by desire, like a stunning oil painting.

“From the first touch, I knew it was you.”

Gao Qi looked at Fu Ying in disbelief. Her eyes held desire, struggle, and surprise. She seemed to have a lot to say, but didn’t know where to start.

Fu Ying didn’t urge her. With Gao Qi, she always had enough patience and time.

The moment she lowered her head and took the n1pple into her mouth, Fu Ying heard the familiar panting from that night, though this time it was much more suppressed, without any of the recklessness of that night.

Fu Ying felt she needed to work harder.

She opened her mouth and took more of the br3ast meat in, rubbing the sensitive n1pple with her rough tongue while also gently sucking. Of course, she didn’t neglect the other side, her fingernails digging into the little hole in the front, the heel of her palm kneading and stroking the br3ast meat.

Sure enough, the intermittent panting and the suppressed moans escaping from her nose became increasingly alluring.

Gao Qi felt like her body might be broken. It was just Fu Ying playing with her br3asts, yet her v4g1na had already begun to contract and spasm uncontrollably, and the honeyed liquid was gushing out as if she had lost control.

Fu Ying encircled her waist and pulled her forward, making their bodies press even closer. The honeyed liquid even left dark watermarks on Fu Ying’s light gray wide-leg pants, like the trails of snails crawling.

Fu Ying’s fingers began to roam Gao Qi’s back, pleasurably feeling the tension and relaxation of Gao Qi’s overly sensitive body beneath her palm.

She finally touched the unsightly inhibitor patch behind Gao Qi’s neck. After tearing it off, it was just as she had thought – it was red and swollen there.

Fu Ying remembered the feeling of licking and kissing that spot, the strong and stimulating mint scent, like licking a piece of ice taken from a long-term cold storage.

Fu Ying leaned in again, nudging the swollen gland with the tip of her nose. Gao Qi, already captured by desire, suddenly sobered up. She realized that Fu Ying was going to go all the way with her in the office.

The problem was that it was still broad daylight. The office window was half-open, and the door was only casually closed.

Besides, there was that person surnamed Su, who might be peeking through the crack of the door!

“Teacher… ha…” Gao Qi called out, her voice trembling.

“I’m here,” Fu Ying replied, guiding Gao Qi’s hand between her own legs, where a large bulge had already risen high.

“…Can’t… here, will… will be trouble.” Although Gao Qi said this, her hand had already honestly unzipped the fly, and the half-erect p3nis had squeezed out from beside the black lace underwear.

Gao Qi’s body began to tremble slightly, her vaginal opening constantly opening and closing. She remembered the pleasure this thing brought her, looking at it with almost infatuated eyes, while the p3nis, right under her gaze, gradually hardened and erected.

“Good.” Gao Qi never expected Fu Ying to actually stop because of her words.

She even began to straighten her skirt.

Even though her p3nis was still pitifully swaying and trembling in the air, even though so much honeyed liquid had flowed from her little hole that it had already soaked most of her pants.

“…Not good!” Gao Qi could no longer endure it and directly grabbed Fu Ying’s collar and kissed her fiercely.