Hard to the Point of Collapse
During the break after first period, Su Yuqing corners Lin Xiaoyang at the stairwell landing as usual.
She's wearing a white blouse tied with a bow, a pleated skirt so short a gust of wind would flash her upper thighs, gray stockings paired with 10cm nude strappy sandals, her toenails gleaming in wine-red French polish.
She rises on tiptoe and presses close, her chest rubbing against his school uniform, her voice meltingly soft: “Master~ I was thinking about you the whole time while washing my feet this morning…”
One gray-stockinged foot slips between his legs, the toe precisely pressing his crotch, grinding lightly.
Lin Xiaoyang goes pale in an instant, cold sweat pouring down.
Her toe prods the metal cage of the chastity lock, slamming his glans against the icy bars—pain so sharp he nearly drops to his knees.
“I… I’ve got a cold, I really can’t…” His voice shakes as his hands clamp her ankle, shoving it back desperately.
Su Yuqing narrows her eyes, clearly skeptical, but she doesn’t push, just pouts with a huffy “hmph.”
Second-period break.
She drags Lin Xiaoyang straight into an empty classroom, locks the door, leans against it, and hikes up her skirt: “If Master’s not feeling well, I’m the one suffering now—help me out, pretty please~”
Her gray-stockinged crotch is already glistening wet. She grabs his hand and shoves it between her legs.
Lin Xiaoyang has no choice; he grits his teeth, slides two fingers into her pussy, pistoning fast, thumb circling her clit.
Su Yuqing bites her lip with a moan, her gray-stockinged toes scraping the floor. In under two minutes, she squirts hard, soaking his hand; her juices trickle down her stockings.
After her release, she melts into his arms, cooing: “Master’s the best~ See you on the rooftop at lunch~”
Third-period break.
Lin Xiaoyang heads to the bathroom with the chastity lock tormenting him, his steps unsteady from the pain.
He ducks into the farthest stall, unzips to let it breathe—and the door bangs open. Su Yuqing squeezes in and locks it behind her.
She glances down, eyes widening in shock: “What the hell is that?!”
The silver chastity lock gleams coldly in the dim light, his glans squeezed beet-red, urethral opening oozing pitifully from the tiny hole.
Su Yuqing freezes, then her eyes redden, voice shrill: “She put that on you?! That old hag?! You let her lock you up like this?! You’re hers now, you fuck?!”
Lin Xiaoyang’s gasping from the pain, speechless.
Su Yuqing trembles with rage, tears pattering down, then she sneers coldly: “Fine. Great. You won’t fuck me? Then I’ll make you hard. Hard until you’re in agony!”
She wipes her tears, eyes turning viciously cold: “Starting at lunch, every break this afternoon—I’ll make you hard. Hard until you cry, hard until you beg me. Let’s see if that old slut can save you through the lock!”
Lunch break—she follows through without mercy.
She pins Lin Xiaoyang on the rooftop, kicks off her sandals, and shoves both gray-stockinged feet in his face, forcing him to sniff, to lick; pastes her soaked gray crotch on his nose, making him inhale her post-orgasm scent; pulls up photos of Lin Hongyi on her phone, holds them to his eyes, making him get hard watching his godmother’s face glazed in cum.
The cock in the chastity lock throbs wildly from the torment, straining against the metal cage, glans purpling, prostate fluid soaking his underwear.
Pain brings tears streaming down Lin Xiaoyang’s face, but not a drop of cum escapes.
Su Yuqing watches him shudder in agony, smiling sweetly and viciously: “Does it hurt, Master? This is just the beginning~ Four more breaks this afternoon.”
She grinds her foot hard on his lips: “Enjoy it.”
Afternoon breaks—Su Yuqing turns revenge into precise torture.
First break (1:45-1:55 PM)
Back row of an empty classroom.
Su Yuqing shoves Lin Xiaoyang into a chair, straddles his lap facing away, flips her pleated skirt up to her waist.
She presses her gray-stockinged crotch right to his face, hot wet pussy lips rubbing his nose tip, juices dripping down her stockings onto his chin.
“Sniff it, Master~ Smell your girlfriend’s scent~”
“Way better than that old godmother of yours, right? Her forty-two-year-old dried-up pussy can’t compare to my fresh one!”
She grinds her ass back and forth, rough gray stocking fibers scraping his lips, carrying her girlish sweet musk.
The cock in the lock surges outward, base purpling from the squeeze, glans oozing clear drops from the hole.
Lin Xiaoyang gasps in pain, voice quivering: “Stop… it hurts…”
Su Yuqing glances back, grinning wickedly sweet: “Hurts? This is nothing~”
Second break (2:50-3:00 PM)
Rooftop corner.
Su Yuqing kicks off her sandals, stuffs both gray-stockinged feet into his school jacket, clamping his locked cock between them.
The stockings still hold a full day’s foot warmth, soles scorching, toes slick with sweat.
Her toes grip his glans through the metal, prying the hole wider, prostate fluid trickling down her toes.
“Look, Master~ Your cock’s dying to fuck my feet, huh? Too bad Godmother locked it—no cumming for you~”
Her toes circle the glans deliberately, stocking texture burning it raw.
Lin Xiaoyang shudders all over, sweat beading his forehead, the lock clinking faintly.
Third break (3:55-4:05 PM)
Equipment room.
Su Yuqing pins Lin Xiaoyang on a vaulting box, hikes her skirt, spreads her pussy, and sits full on his face.
Hot slick folds seal his mouth, juices flooding in.
“Lick~ Clean your girlfriend’s pussy~”
“Don’t you love licking Godmother’s? Lick mine first today!”
She rocks her ass, gray-stockinged thighs clamping his head, smearing his face with her wetness.
The locked cock strains to its limit, glans nearly splitting the skin, fluids darkening his underwear.
Lin Xiaoyang’s tears flow, voice muffled: “Please… no more torture…”
Fourth break (4:50-5:00 PM)
Bathroom stall.
Su Yuqing pulls out her phone, blasts a secretly recorded video of Lin Hongyi cumming hard, volume maxed.
She holds it to his ear, squats, and grinds her gray-stockinged foot on the lock, toes digging into the hole.
“Listen~ How slutty your godmother sounds~”
“Thinks you’re hers forever? Dream on!”
“Now your cock’s under my foot—she can’t save you no matter how slutty!”
Her toes press hard, warping the cage, purpling the glans, prostate fluid gushing like a faucet.
Lin Xiaoyang convulses in pain, tears and snot streaming, voice hoarse: “Su Yuqing… I was wrong… please…”
Su Yuqing eyes his breakdown, finally relents, grinds her foot on his lips with a sweetly icy smile: “Wrong? Too late.”
“Tomorrow we keep going~ I’ll make you hard until you cry, until you never dare go near that old hag again.”
The dismissal bell rings. Lin Xiaoyang’s legs buckle; his cock throbs numb in the lock, underwear wringable.
He watches Su Yuqing sway away, fear hitting him for the first time.
Dismissal bell—Lin Xiaoyang stumbles out the school gate.
Su Yuqing glares at him from the classroom door, all puffed up, then clack-clack-clacks off in her heels.
He’s too drained to explain. The locked cock’s numb agony, soaked underwear, a day’s rage, frustration, and pain erupting like magma.
He’s going to settle this with Lin Hongyi.
6:45 PM—he bursts in with his key, door slamming the wall.
Lin Hongyi’s slicing fruit in the kitchen, turns at the noise: low-cut house dress, black-stockinged legs in fuzzy slippers, smiling tenderly: “Little rascal, what’s with you today…”
Before she finishes, Lin Xiaoyang grabs her throat, slams her against the entryway wall, voice low and shaking: “Give me the key. Unlock it now, or I fuck you to death.”
His glare terrifies her; the fruit knife clatters to the floor.
She wants to laugh, to soothe—but his eyes’ fury tells her everything.
Next instant, he rips her dress straps; tits bounce free. He bites a nipple hard, making her scream.
Other hand yanks her panties down, hoists her up, rams his locked cock against her pussy—pain gasps him, but he goes feral.
“Unlock it!”
“Now!”
Lin Hongyi sobs in fear, fumbles the key from her neck, hands shaking too hard for the hole.
Click—the lock drops. His cock slaps free, purple-red and gleaming, urethral opening brimming with a day’s backed-up fluid.
Unlocked, Lin Xiaoyang pounces like a mad dog.
First load: Entryway standing doggy.
He bends her over the shoe cabinet, spreads her legs, slams balls-deep.
“Fuck you, Lin Hongyi! Locked all day! You know how bad it hurt?!”
He pounds fast and brutal, battering her cervix; she wails for mercy: “Master… I was wrong… Godmother was wrong… easier…”
Second: Living room floor cowgirl.
He throws her down, lies back, grips her waist and yanks—makes her ride.
Lin Hongyi sobs and grinds, tits flailing, pussy juice splashing.
But he twists her nipples upward, forcing faster: “Scream! Louder! I’m wrecking this old pussy today!”
Third: Kitchen counter.
Hoists her onto it, legs wide, fucks deepest, pumps her belly bulging.
Lin Hongyi’s eyes roll back, tongue lolls, full ahegao, drool trickling.
Fourth: Shower under hot water.
From behind into her ass—first time blooming her backdoor, screams tearing her throat.
Fifth: Bedroom floor-to-ceiling window.
Pins her to the glass—visible to opposite building—shoots one in her pussy, one down her throat, glazing her face and body white.
Sixth, seventh…
Like a machine, he fucks her from shrieks to silence, leaving her ahegao-eyed, tongue out, pussy and ass foaming cum and juices.
Last round, he pins her to the bed, cock buried unmoving, bites her ear: “Lock me again, and I fuck you dead.”
Lin Hongyi’s dazed, mumbling: “Won’t… sow won’t… Master, cum-kill your sow…”
Lin Xiaoyang unloads final, cradling her limp-mud form; rage eases a bit.
But he doesn’t know—tomorrow, Su Yuqing awaits.