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All reason and all shame were overwhelmed at this moment by the irresistible torrent of pleasure emanating from the deepest part of the body.
She began to moan and beg for mercy incoherently, her legs moving uncontrollably, as if wanting to take the finger that had brought her supreme power deeper and tighter into her passage.
Her waist began to twist instinctively, actively responding to each press of Wang Meng's fingers.
Seeing her completely lost in this state, Wang Meng knew that words were superfluous; this body already belonged to him completely.
His fingers suddenly increased the speed of his pressing, each time precisely and ruthlessly stimulating the most sensitive spot in her valley.
"あっ! あっ! あっ!...
だめ……ほんとにだめぇ! …
でる……でちゃうからぁぁっ!
あああああ——! "
(Ah! Ah! Ah!...No! Mei's not here, she's busy, Lin's not here...)
It's really no use!
...It's coming out.
...I'm about to cum!
Ahhhhhhh!)
With a final, inhuman scream that seemed to expel her very soul, the string that had been stretched to its limit in her body finally snapped.
Her body arched backward in an incredible arc, becoming completely stiff from extreme tension.
Immediately following, an uncontrollable, scalding torrent.
Emerging from the deepest core of her body, it instantly soaked Wang Meng's arm and her own skirt, completely submerging his destructive finger in a warm and sticky mess.
Wang Meng quietly felt the delicate body in his arms convulsing violently as if electrocuted, then instantly losing all strength, and also felt the warm, messy, and slippery surface of his palm. He slowly withdrew his fingers.
Then, he released his embrace.
Like a doll stripped of all its bones, the purple-haired girl, now without support, collapsed to her knees on the cold floor with a thud, powerless and disheveled.
She lowered her head, her long, dark purple hair hanging down in disarray, obscuring her face, which was now indistinguishable between tears, sweat, and bodily fluids.
Her body was still twitching uncontrollably, and she was making intermittent, suppressed sobs.
Wang Meng raised his hand, which was covered in bodily fluids, and held it in front of his eyes, silently examining it.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.
The thick liquid, a mixture of clear and milky white, carrying the scalding heat from the deepest part of the girl's body, was slowly and stickily sliding down between his slender fingers. Drip.
A drop fell onto the cold floor and bloomed into a tiny, incredibly shameful, translucent flower.
Tick tock!
Another drop.
This sound, so faint it was almost inaudible, struck the hearts of every girl present like a heavy hammer.
They all fell into a state of complete, petrified stillness.
Those sharp, angry curses from before seemed to have been strangled in my throat by an invisible hand, and I could no longer utter a sound.
Their lips were slightly parted, their eyes reflecting the boy who was slowly examining his "trophies," their pupils filled with incomprehensible, pure fear and bewilderment.
Their brains have completely stopped functioning.
What was happening before their eyes seemed to shatter all the understanding they had built up over the past few years.
The kendo club president, who in their eyes represented supreme honor, purity, and power, was now like a broken doll, kneeling on the ground without any dignity, his body soaked, still pitifully convulsing from the lingering afterglow.
The culprit behind all this, a boy with a delicate and harmless face and strange clothes, merely examined the evidence of her physical breakdown with an almost art-appreciating calmness.
There was only the "tick-tock, tick-tock" sound.
It became the only rhythm in this deathly silent space.
One sound, another, and yet another.
Until... a crisp, rhythmic "tap, tap, tap" sound, completely out of place with the oppressive atmosphere, came from the end of the corridor.
It was the sound of high heels.
All the stiff girls, including the one kneeling on the ground, seemed to be awakened by the sudden sound, mechanically and slowly turning their heads.
A woman dressed in a white nurse's uniform with a teacher's jacket over it was walking towards them at a leisurely pace.
Her face wore a natural, sleepy expression, her long golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a few strands even playfully clung to her cheeks, which were flushed from her slight panting.
However, no one could take their eyes off her horrifying breasts.
Those breasts were just too big.
It was so large that it was completely illogical and almost absurd.
The nurse's uniform was stretched to its limit, and several buttons seemed ready to pop off at any moment due to the unbearable weight, revealing an even more astonishing, deep cleavage soaked in sweat.
She seemed completely oblivious to the extremely eerie atmosphere in the corridor.
Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, with a natural blankness, as if she was still confused about why she was late.
As she approached, seeing the group of motionless, pale-faced students, her bewildered expression deepened into one of even greater confusion.
"Ah?"
She tilted her head, and her enormous breasts swayed even more violently and breathtakingly.
"Why are you all standing here?"
Are we not having class anymore?
This question, brimming with a naive and innocent air, was like a pebble thrown into a still, deep pool, failing to create any ripples.
Wang Meng's attention slowly shifted away from the trophy on the ground, which was still twitching slightly.
His gaze, like the most precise searchlight, slid from the woman's beautiful but clearly dazed face to her fair neck.
Finally, without any restraint, as if admiring a work of art, she focused her gaze on those two magnificent, surging masses that rose and fell with her breath.
Then, in front of everyone, especially in front of the bewildered eyes of the adorable female teacher, Wang Meng slowly raised his hand, which was still covered in sticky liquid.
He showed no panic whatsoever, nor did he try to hide anything.
In this almost slow-motion, highly theatrical manner, he slowly and deliberately wiped his hand, which was soaked in the girl's bodily fluids, back and forth on his dark blue tight-fitting pants.
A clear, semi-transparent, damp stain bearing the marks of humiliation was imprinted on the fabric.
He didn't say anything, but simply raised his head and looked quietly at the female teacher in front of him with his dark eyes.
This bizarre scene finally got the female teacher's sluggish mind working.
Her gaze first fell on Wang Meng's hand, then followed his line of sight to the purple-haired girl kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, her face pale, and the obviously wet hem of her skirt.
The next second, a look of sudden realization appeared on the female teacher's face!
Ah!
So that’s it!
This student must have been seriously ill, with a high fever that caused him to break out in a cold sweat, and he was even so weak that he lost control of his bladder, which is why he collapsed here!
And the boy in front of her must be taking care of her!
The wetness on his hands must have been from accidentally getting them on him while wiping her sweat or helping her up!
"まあ!"
The female teacher's face instantly blossomed into a gentle and approving smile. She clasped her hands together and looked at Wang Meng with eyes full of admiration.
"oops!
You are such a kind person!
She looks very unwell. Could you please take her to the infirmary?
Teacher, it's me!
I have something urgent to take care of... someone has fainted at the entrance!
After saying that, she even gave Wang Meng an adorable, encouraging, and pleading look.
Then, with her heaving chest, she hurriedly left in the opposite direction, as if something extremely urgent awaited her.
Watching the female teacher's naturally dazed figure hurriedly leave, Wang Meng's smile, for some reason, became even more... insightful.
It was a cold, cruelly gleeful laugh, the kind that came from someone who had a complete grasp on all the rules and was ready to manipulate the world at will.
He seems to have... guessed where this place is.
He ignored the "trophy" on the ground, still trembling slightly from the afterglow of the climax, and disregarded the girls who stood frozen like stone statues, their worldviews completely shattered.
Wang Meng strode forward and headed straight for the stairwell at the end of the corridor.
It didn't take long.
He pushed open the heavy iron door leading to the rooftop.
"Crench!"
A gust of wind, carrying the scent of rust, suddenly swept over him, ruffling his hair.
Suddenly, everything became clear.
This is an incredibly prosperous modern metropolis.
Skyscrapers rise one after another like a steel jungle, their glass curtain walls reflecting a blinding light in the afternoon sun.
However, above this seemingly normal city, several enormous creatures were stretching their huge wings and gliding slowly by.
An intense, almost otherworldly feeling swept over him.
But there was no confusion or fear in this feeling; instead, it was an overwhelming, almost boiling excitement that I couldn't suppress.
He opened his arms and closed his eyes.
I took a deep breath of the air, which carried the omens of both freedom and bloodshed.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a crazy smile!