In the blink of an eye, school was out. The hallway outside was a bustling, flowing stream of people. Yang Haoran told Wei Ming to go ahead first, saying he had something to do and would go back by himself later.
Since some students stayed in the classroom to review for a while after school, Yang Haoran and Ji Youxi didnβt seem out of place.
A few girls also came over to invite Ji Youxi to leave together, but she smilingly declined them all.
The classmates in the classroom gradually left, but a few students remained seated, not moving an inch.
“Come with me!”
Ji Youxi left these words, gathered her things, and walked out of the classroom on her own. Yang Haoran followed behind her, keeping a distance of about seven or eight meters.
The two weaved through the stairwell, avoiding the coming and going classmates, and arrived at a secluded spot.
This was a small grove within the campus, a quiet and pleasant corner.
There were many tall sycamore trees with lush, dense foliage. The two followed a winding path paved with cobblestones through the grove, gradually going deeper.
On the lawns flanking the path, verdant grass swayed gently in the wind, as if greeting the passersby. The lawns were occasionally dotted with a few brightly colored small flowers, adding a touch of vitality and color to the expanse of green.
This quiet corner sometimes hosted clandestine meetings of young lovers, though usually at night. Currently, the sky wasnβt dark yet, and the place was deserted.
Their figures were gradually obscured by the shadows of the trees. After walking for five or six minutes, Ji Youxi sat down on a wooden park bench beside the path. The corners of her incredibly beautiful mouth lifted slightly as she crooked her finger at Yang Haoran.
“Come here, little dog!”
Yang Haoran, hearing her humiliation, quickened his pace to stand before her. He wasn’t angry; instead, he said with ill intent, “Youxi, there’s no one around here. Aren’t you afraid I might just rape you?”
Ji Youxi glanced at him sideways disdainfully. “You can’t beat me.”
A vein bulged on Yang Haoran’s forehead. Before he could say anything, Ji Youxi said leisurely, “I’ve practiced sanda since I was a child. I’m not highly talented, but I’m currently a seventh-degree black belt. I wouldn’t dare to boast about much, but dealing with you alone is more than sufficient.”
Seeing Ji Youxi’s confident and contemptuous look, Yang Haoran felt as if a basin of cold water had been dumped on him. What was wrong with the world? Why did every pretty girl know some moves?
Fuming, trembling, freezingβcouldn’t they have a little trust in boys?!
Yang Haoranβs expression changed as if flipping a page, and he chuckled. “Youxi, you’re joking. I’m not that kind of person either. I just saw there’s no one around and wanted to tell a joke to make you laugh.”
“Is that so?” A smile appeared on Ji Youxi’s face. “Well then, classmate Yang Haoran, since the joke is over, can you kneel down now?”
Ji Youxi stretched out her long leg sheathed in black stockings, kicked off her shoe, and let her foot dangle playfully. Her legs were long and well-proportioned, with full calves, wrapped in cicada-wing-thin black stockings that were smooth and delicate, shimmering with a faint luster.
Yang Haoran gulped, doubting once again: wasn’t this actually a reward?
He could hold these beautiful legs, kiss every inch, play with them for ten years without getting bored.
Yet, the thought of kneeling before someone his own age made his maleθͺε°εΏ (zΓ¬zΕ«nxΔ«n – self-respect/pride) uncontrollably ashamed. Yang Haoran felt a suffocating sensation for a moment.
Ji Youxi saw the desire and hesitation in Yang Haoran’s eyes. She stretched out her other foot, kicked off that shoe, and crossed her two beautiful black-stockinged legs together, forming a tight, impermeable seam. HerζΆθΉ (jΔ«ngyΓng – crystalline/sparkling) ankles rubbed together slightly…
“Want to lick? Just kneel, crawl over, and they’re all yours.” Ji Youxi’s perfect face held a faint, beautiful smile as she looked at Yang Haoran. The contempt in her gaze became even more obvious, as if she were looking at a lowly slave.
Anyway, no one would see. Damn it, go for it! In ancient times, there was Han Xin enduring the humiliation of crawling between legs; today…
Gritting his teeth, Yang Haoran bent his knees and knelt before this exquisitely beautiful girl who sat on the park bench, smiling radiantly.
After kneeling, Yang Haoran could better appreciate theι«ι«ε¨δΈ (gΔogΔo zΓ ishΓ ng – high and mighty/lofty) posture of the girl before him. Her delicate jawline was slightly raised, her clear, beautiful eyes looked down upon him just like a queen’s. Her faint gaze was full of contempt and arrogance.
“Crawl over, little dog.”
Ji Youxi’s fair, tender hand crooked a finger at Yang Haoran. The corners of her incredibly beautiful mouth lifted slightly, seeming pleased.
Yang Haoran had never thought these few short steps could feel so long. The intense shame made his crawling body tremble slightly.
Until he saw those warm, jade-like, beautiful black-stockinged feet before him. It was like having gone through countless hardships and twists, finally having a magnificent treasure placed right before his eyes, within reach.
Just as Yang Haoran reached out to touch these beautiful black-stockinged jades, a cold rebuke sounded in his ear from Ji Youxi: “Lower your head and lick!”
Yang Haoran took a deep breath, suppressing this resentment, secretly vowing to himself that he would fiercely humiliate her back when he had the chance someday.
For now, Yang Haoran lowered his head and licked Ji Youxi’s smooth, black-stockinged instep a few times. There was no smell of sweat; instead, there was a faint scent of lilies, like the subtle fragrance of her body.
Instantly, Yang Haoran even forgot his sense of shame. He extended his tongue and licked along the delicate stocking material covering her instep. Not yet satisfied, he did the same to the instep of her other beautiful black-stockinged foot.
Afterwards, Yang Haoran could no longer restrain himself. He lifted one of Ji Youxi’s black-stockinged jade feet, took a toe sheathed in the black stocking into his mouth, and sucked. His tongue constantly turned over, enveloping, licking, and savoring each toe individually until his saliva moistened the black-stockinged jade foot, giving it a glossy, wet sheen. Ji Youxi’s toes curled slightly, as if tickled by his licking.
Yang Haoran looked up slightly and suddenly glimpsed the bulging outline of a full mons pubis beneath the crotch of Ji Youxi’s white skirt, its shape plump and enticing, like a fat, beautiful abalone.
Suddenly, a jade-like hand pressed down the skirt, covering that wonderful sight. Yang Haoran looked up and saw Ji Youxi’s exquisite, flawless face slightly flushed. Her beautiful eyes looked at him with disdain:
“Little dog, that place doesn’t belong to you. Peeking under a girl’s skirtβyour morals are even more despicable than I expected.”
“On a side note.”
Ji Youxi’s serene face looked down at him as she said faintly, “Classmate Yang Haoran, this should be good news for you. I have never had a boyfriend before.”
“Here!” Ji Youxi pointed her slender, jade-like finger towards her skirt hem. “It is hairless. It should be what you boys call a ‘White Tiger’.”
Ji Youxi raised her hand to smooth her hair, glanced at him sideways, and said contemptuously, “Little dog, if you behave and obey me in the future, perhaps she will belong to you then. When that time comes, not only will your tongue be able to lick, but your dog cock will even be able to go in and see the sights~”
Even though Yang Haoran understood that Ji Youxi was manipulating him, he still felt his mouth go dry. Beneath such a beautiful face, Ji Youxi was actually a hairless virgin. The thought of fucking her while seeing her perfect, flawless face wearing that arrogant expression would be incredibly pleasurable.
“Youxi, I’ve licked now. Shouldn’t you agree to be my girlfriend?”
Even on his knees, Yang Haoran’s habit of pushing his luck remained unchanged.
“Wasn’t that your reward for obeying?” Ji Youxi revealed a serene smile. “I only said I’d give you a chance to pursue me. I didn’t say I agreed. Now, do you still want to pursue me?”
Yang Haoran nodded.
“Tomorrow at noon, little dog, accompany me shopping! Then I’ll consider it.”
Ji Youxi put her shoes back on, stood up, left these words, and walked away on her own, utterly disregarding the “pet” kneeling behind her.
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