Chapter 8: The Class Flower's Teasing Probe and Godmother's Midnight Video
At 12:50 noon, the dining table is laid with three dishes and a soup: sweet-and-sour pork ribs, stir-fried shrimp, garlic broccoli, and a steaming bowl of rice.
Lin Xiaoyang pins Lin Hongyi right in the center of the table, forcing her to kneel and bend over, her ass thrust high, her pussy still red and swollen with remnants of his four loads of semen clinging inside.
He stands behind her, his cock rigid and purpled, aimed straight at her face as he jerks it furiously.
"Open your mouth, Godmom—adding some special sauce to your lunch."
Lin Hongyi obediently tilts her head up, stretching her tongue out long, her eyes brimming with tears.
Less than half a minute later, Lin Xiaoyang lets out a low roar, thick ropes of semen erupting in heavy spurts, splattering across her face, her hair, and the food.
A massive glob coats the ribs, the rice turns into a milky mess, and the shrimp and broccoli glisten slickly under the glaze.
"Eat."
He slaps her cheek lightly, his voice cold and ruthless.
Like a true bitch in heat, Lin Hongyi stays bent over the table, lapping at the semen-mixed meal bit by bit with her tongue.
The rice clumps stickily, the fishy tang of cum blending with the savory aromas, and she slurps it down with wet slurps, white turbidity dribbling from her mouth corners.
"Tasty?"
Lin Xiaoyang pinches her chin, forcing her head up.
"So tasty... Master's semen makes anything tasty..."
She laughs through her tears, a long strand of semen dangling from her tongue tip.
The lunch drags on for forty minutes, leaving her belly bulging and her mouth corners crusted white.
Afterward, Lin Xiaoyang heads to the bathroom for a shower and slips into a fresh school uniform.
Before leaving, the two stand at the entryway for another round of their "ritual."
Lin Hongyi pulls a brand-new pair of ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose from the drawer, carrying a faint rose perfume scent.
She squats down and personally wraps the pantyhose waistband around the base of Lin Xiaoyang's cock, cinching it tight in loops before folding the toe over his glans and tying a delicate butterfly knot.
"Fresh and fragrant—stays tied until tomorrow morning, okay~?"
Lin Xiaoyang selects a pair of pure white short stockings from her cabinet, pristine and nearly transparent.
He spreads her legs and slowly stuffs the entire stocking into her pussy, leaving just a hint of the edge peeking out like a tiny white flower.
"Godmom gets the same treatment—stuffed until tomorrow."
Their eyes lock, and they lean in for a kiss at the same moment.
Their tongues tangle messily with wet smacks, saliva trailing in strings.
Lin Hongyi's pussy starts leaking again around the stuffed stocking.
"Off you go, you little devil."
She pushes him away, her voice melting like water. "Study hard this afternoon—don't go getting hard in class and caught by the teacher."
Lin Xiaoyang nips her tongue tip and heads out the door.
At two in the afternoon, he returns to the classroom and takes his seat in the second-to-last row by the window.
The fresh flesh-colored pantyhose cinches his cock with a dull ache, laced with that faint rose scent he inhales with every breath, keeping him rock-hard the whole way back.
He hunches over his homework, completely oblivious to one thing:
The class flower Su Yuqing, seated right in front of him, has been stealing glances back at him ever since he walked in.
Today she's in a white blouse with a pleated skirt, her legs sheathed in ultra-thin gray pantyhose, white sneakers on her feet.
Each time she turns, her gaze drops to the subtle bulge in Lin Xiaoyang's school pants before darting away, her earlobes flushing crimson.
Lin Xiaoyang remains clueless, fixated only on the ache and itch of his cock bound in the new pantyhose, his mind replaying Godmom's pussy stuffed with the white stocking.
He has no idea that from this moment on, a new prey has set her sights on him.
The third period that afternoon is self-study.
The classroom AC hums steadily as Lin Xiaoyang hunches over his math worksheet, his cock throbbing painfully under the rose-scented flesh-colored pantyhose, the toe rubbing his glans raw with itchy numbness.
Su Yuqing from the front row suddenly passes her homework back, her voice a mosquito whisper: "Lin Xiaoyang, can you check this problem for me?"
As she turns, the hem of her pleated skirt lifts slightly, her gray-stockinged legs crossing, toes wiggling gently inside her white sneaker.
Lin Xiaoyang takes the notebook, but his peripheral vision catches her ears turning transparent red, her eyes sneaking a peek at his crotch.
His heart skips. He quickly props up his books to block his lap and forces a dry laugh. "This one... I don't know it either... Ask your deskmate."
Su Yuqing doesn't budge. Instead, she scoots her chair back a bit, her voice dropping even lower. "Why've you been keeping your head down all day? Your face is so red... You feeling okay?"
As she speaks, one hand props her chin casually while the other sneaks backward, her fingertips brushing his outer thigh ever so lightly.
Her touch is cool like ice—but electric.
Lin Xiaoyang nearly leaps from his chair, his cock twitching violently, nearly shredding the pantyhose.
He grips the desk desperately, voice strained. "N-no, I'm fine... Just the AC's too cold... Think I'm catching a cold."
Su Yuqing lets out an "oh," but a sly, knowing smile curls her lips as she turns back to her work.
Yet through the entire class, her little teases don't stop:
Her eraser "accidentally" rolls back to Lin Xiaoyang's feet—she bends to pick it up, her gray-stockinged thigh brushing his knee;
She passes her water cup backward for a sip, her fingers grazing his hand;
She even slips off one sneaker, her gray-stockinged toes nudging his shoe under the desk.
Lin Xiaoyang endures the entire last period with a raging hard-on in his pants. The bell finally rings, and he grabs his bag, bolting like his life depends on it.
At 9:40 that evening, he gets home, showers, and collapses on his bed before daring to unzip his pants.
The flesh-colored pantyhose is soaked in a huge wet patch of pre-cum, his glans swollen beet-red.
He's just about to untie it when WeChat pings with a new video—from Lin Hongyi.
He taps play, and the sight blasts his cock even harder.
In the frame, Lin Hongyi kneels before her bedroom full-length mirror, ass to the camera, legs splayed wide.
The pure white short stocking stuffed in her pussy is soaked half-transparent with her juices, the edge twitching with every breath.
She holds her phone, voice dripping coquettish lust: "Little Master~ Your sow missed you so much today, pussy's drenched... Look..."
She tugs the white stocking out a bit, her pussy letting out a wet squelch as juices trickle down her thigh.
Then she shoves it back in hard, her lips parting obscenely, flushed pink and gleaming.
"One day without Master's cock... Sow's starving... Wants Master's huge dick... Wants to be filled to the brim with Master's cum..."
She swings the camera to her face, tongue laving the mirror and leaving a slick trail: "Tomorrow at 7 a.m.... Sow will kneel at the door waiting for Master... Swap this white stocking for Master's semen, okay?"
At the end, she aims the lens right at the bundled white stocking inside her, giving it a gentle yank—her pussy clenches with a needy pop.
Lin Xiaoyang's eyes burn red, his cock thrashing wildly inside the pantyhose, on the verge of erupting right then.
Gritting his teeth, he fires back a voice message in a hoarse rasp: "Tomorrow at 7 a.m., I'm gonna fuck your pussy rotten."
He tosses the phone aside and stares at the ceiling, panting hard.
But unbidden, his mind flashes to Su Yuqing's gray-stockinged legs... and that sly, meaningful smile of hers today.