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Preparations for the talent competition were entering their mid-terms. With the start of the university semester, Ruoxin's attendance had decreased, and a new teacher, Xie Kai, had been appointed. Zirou was the most familiar student to Xie Kai. Xie Kai was a renowned Chinese teacher in the liberal arts class. A gentle and courteous man, he always wore thick, gold-rimmed glasses. He mingled with his students, was known for his affability and concern for them, and was a well-known "nice guy" in the school.
Zirou is Xie Kai's favorite student. She writes good articles and has beautiful handwriting. Her talent is far beyond her peers. Xie Kai uses Zirou's articles as examples almost every time he gives a lecture. He also appoints Zirou as the Chinese class representative and often lets Zirou get books from him.
Although Zirou was not used to getting too close to men, Xie Kai was an exception. She still had a little more respect for this teacher, especially the two times when she went to Xie Kai's house to get books. Seeing that Xie Kai and his lover treated each other with respect and were very loving, she felt that this teacher was worthy of respect in terms of character and personality.
It's just that my liking for Xie Kai is just average. Maybe I'm jealous or hostile towards all the men around Zirou.
"Little pervert, why haven't they finished class yet?"
I was staring at Xie Kai giving a lecture to Zirou and the others outside the classroom when I was hit on the head again. I turned around and found that Ying'er was also waiting for Yitong to finish class.
"How would I know... Ever since Xie Kai came, he's been staying late every day. It's so annoying."
"You little pervert...you come here to do hard labor every day, but nothing happens between you and Zirou...like last time?" Ying'er looked at me with an incredulous look.
I thought about it for a while. Although my relationship with Zirou improved rapidly after our trip to the villa, it was only limited to tutoring every weekend. Apart from helping Zirou move her guzheng and books, I would secretly hold her hand and chat with her when there were few people around. Not to mention having more interactions with Zirou, we didn't even talk as much as before in the villa.
Ying'er looked up to the sky and sighed deeply when she saw me like this.
"When pursuing a girl, of course you have to be bold, proactive, and shameless. Especially with a girl as shy as Zirou. With all the previous preparations, you haven't made any progress after all this time. Seriously... calling you a little pervert is a compliment!"
Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, revealing her signature clever and cunning expression. She patted me and said, "Today, I'll give you a chance to interact with Zirou after class. Do you want to?"
"What opportunity?"
"Well...sister, I haven't played billiards for a long time. Yitong asked me to teach her before. Next time, I'll take you and Zirou with me. How about that?"
"I...is this okay?" My heart was immediately filled with excitement and joy brought by Ying'er's proposal.
"There's nothing I can't handle. Teacher Su just told me you're a pretty good photographer, and I'd love to take some private photos..."
Ying Er sighed and patted my shoulder with the expression of an older sister entrusting her younger brother with an important task.
"No problem!" Hearing Ying Er take the initiative to create an opportunity for Zirou and me, I patted my chest and promised, "I will definitely take it more seriously than submitting it to a magazine!"
"You also submitted your manuscript to a magazine. Was it accepted?"
This was the first time Ying'er showed a surprised look in front of me. I couldn't help but feel proud and raised my head slightly.
"Stop showing off and come train with me and Yitong tomorrow!"
"Training? Sparring? I've never learned Taekwondo..."
"How many boys would love to have two beautiful girls train with us? How dare you pick on us? It's up to you whether you want to come or not..."
Ying Er shook her ponytail and left proudly.
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When I arrived at the practice room, Ying Er had not arrived yet, and Yi Tong was the only one there.
The school beauty, bare-faced, with her hair tied in a ponytail and a neat, snow-white Taekwondo uniform, looked both heroic and refreshing. When I entered, Yitong was practicing her kicks in a horse stance. Between the movements, it was hard to tell whether Yitong's skin was fairer or the Taekwondo uniform; the line between the clothes and her skin was almost invisible.
Only then did I realize that I was not here to be a sparring partner, but to help with leg stretching, confirming whether the posture was correct and other auxiliary work.
These things still involve some physical contact with two beautiful girls. It is indeed a good job. No wonder Ying Er said that many boys would love to have it.
I first asked Yitong to stop and do some warm-up exercises while I stood by to instruct her. As Yitong bent over to warm up, I could see the full, white breast of hers through the loose, V-neck of her Taekwondo uniform, which had been enlarged. If I stood closer, I could even see the nipple sticker.
The wretched PE teacher spent so much effort to make these changes, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a good thing for me.
Later, when Yitong was doing warm-up exercises, I stood right in front of Yitong. Through her collar, I could see a pair of big W-shaped snow-white breasts hanging and swaying in my field of vision.
When I thought that I could stand at these angles and spy on the usually conservative Yitong, and see the snow-white and plump breasts that Yitong was proud of but kept hidden in her boudoir, I felt a little hot all over. Will I have another chance to taste the beautiful body of this school beauty after returning to the villa?
After peeping for a while, I asked Yitong to lie on the mat and start stretching, saying that it would improve the flexibility of the legs when kicking, so that the hitting power would be greater.
One of the stretching exercises also made all the boys excited. It was to let Yitong lie on the ground, hug her knees with her hands, and stretch outwards in a V shape.
At this time, I walked in front of Yitong, and continued to press Yitong's knees down to the sides with my hands, so that Yitong's thighs were completely opened to both sides, and I pressed my whole body on her.
Even though Yitong, who had practiced dancing, was very resilient, she still felt the pain from the base of her thighs in this position and couldn't help but let out a painful sound: "Ah..."
Just the sweet moan of this icy beauty is enough for me to raise my flag in salute.
I didn't stop there, but pressed it slightly and rhythmically, so Yitong's cry became.
"Ah…ah…ah…it hurts…ah…"
Looking at the icy school beauty in front of me with her legs spread open, with me pressing on her, and the usually cold Yitong moaning and screaming in pain, I couldn't help but imagine asking Yitong to open her legs outwards, and then continuously penetrate her with my huge cock, while Yitong could only make waves of painful and happy moans.
Thinking of this scene, I felt that my pants were about to be broken. Then, I took some risk and let my cock, which had been hard for a long time, tentatively touch the sweet lips between the legs of this school beauty as I opened Yitong's legs.
"ah..."
When Yitong was touched, she felt her lower body tremble, her body became sore and weak, and she let out a heavenly moan, not knowing whether it was because of pain or numbness.
Yitong, who usually doesn't say a word to boys, subconsciously wanted to pull her legs back, but my hands held her thighs tightly, not giving her any chance to retract them.
Seeing that Yitong just wanted to avoid me and didn't scold me directly, I became bolder with lust in my head, and kept poking her pure lips with my dick.
Yitong felt my glans trembling against her sensitive labia. The feeling of numbness, soreness, and being bound and unable to move made her clearly recall the bliss she had tasted in the villa. This feeling was like a devil whispering in her ear, persuading her to enjoy it with peace of mind.
I was so excited that I felt that as I poked her, Yitong's lower body started to flow, and a little water stain appeared on her pants at the crotch.
"Ah…ah…ah…"
Yitong couldn't help but let out an indescribable moan of pain, tempting me to go further.
However, at this critical moment, footsteps were heard and Ying'er happened to come into the classroom.
I felt regretful and had to let go of Yitong. Because of the previous stimulation, Yitong collapsed on the cushion in a somewhat exhausted state.
"Xiao Jie, I want to improve my core strength. Can you help me with some guidance?"
Ying'er came in and gave me instructions as if I were a younger brother. I was originally reluctant to let go of Yitong and felt regretful, but now I saw new hope.
This was exactly what I had been asking for. I was overjoyed and it turned out to be just as I expected. But I still pretended to be a teacher, smoothed my throat and said, "Then you should change your clothes."
When I laid out the cushion and turned around to see Ying Er who had changed her clothes, my eyes lit up.
Ying Er, who has a slender figure, changed into a loose suspender sportswear on her upper body, revealing her snow-white neck and seductive collarbone. Further down, there is a perky chest that even the loose clothes cannot cover. I kept looking down and saw Ying Er wearing sports shorts. Ying Er's long legs are different from the delicate ones of other girls. She is a healthy, well-proportioned, perfect long legs with just the right proportion of thighs and calves.
"Aren't you going to change into your Taekwondo uniform?" I asked, swallowing my saliva.
The beautiful girl wearing the neat Taekwondo uniform makes me feel a different kind of uniform temptation. I had a deep feeling about it when I was helping Yitong "practice" before. Now I also hope that Ying Er, who is as pretty as elf, can wear it too.
"It's not like we have to wear a uniform to class. Just practice however is comfortable and convenient." Ying Er waved her hand nonchalantly, rejecting my suggestion.
"All right..."
Although the idea did not succeed, Ying Er's cool sportswear was equally charming, and Yi Tong, who was sitting next to her and resting, was also very pleasing to the eye.