The Longest Night
In the dimly lit private room of Dihao KTV, Ma Jun finally couldn't hold back against the overwhelming pleasure. His glans twitched violently in Bai Xiaoyan's hand, spurting out thick ropes of semen. Panting heavily, he watched her smilingly pull out some tissues to clean his lower body, his mind swirling with confusion. Why would this glamorous boss lady do something like this for him? Was it just because he'd told her about Song Siwei?
"There, little brother. Satisfied now?"
Bai Xiaoyan tossed the cum-stained tissues into the trash, grinning as she said, "Sis has some business to take care of. Head back to your room. I'll have the waiter send over the wine in a bit."
With that, she opened the door and left, as if she'd just done something utterly trivial.
Ma Jun stepped out too, returning to Room 2. Huang Guoxin spotted him and immediately hollered, "Ma Jun, where the hell'd you run off to? We've been waiting forever! Spill it—did you catch sight of those hot legs next door and lose your damn mind?"
"Oh, just hit the john. Back now."
Ma Jun brushed it off casually, not mentioning bumping into Song Siwei or Su Jianxin—he didn't want to kill the vibe. They played around a bit more until the mood fizzled, then dove back into karaoke. After a few songs, Huang Guoxin picked a duet love ballad, chuckling, "Who's gonna sing this with me?"
His eyes kept darting to Li Ting.
But Li Ting stayed glued to her seat, no intention of getting up. Huang Guoxin looked awkward. Suddenly, the girl labeled No. 2 stood and said, "I'll sing with you. I know this one."
She grabbed the mic from the table.
Huang Guoxin was bummed inside but had no choice but to duet with her. As they sang, though, he noticed No. 2 might not be a knockout, but her voice was killer. He gradually forgot his woes, losing himself in the song.
Ma Jun was lost in thoughts of his earlier encounters. Su Jianxin was clearly chasing Song Siwei, and Bai Xiaoyan seemed to have something going with Su Jianxin too. Wonder if Song Siwei had clocked it or was playing dumb. But their drama didn't matter to him. The one he cared about most was Liu Yan. What was she up to right now? Asleep? Or tossing and turning alone in bed, aching with loneliness?
"Ma Jun, why aren't you singing?"
Li Ting noticed him zoning out and mustered her courage. "What're you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing. Just feeling a bit dizzy. Probably too much beer."
Ma Jun snapped back, surprised she'd even talk to him. He glanced at Huang Guoxin, lost in his duet with No. 2, and relaxed. No way he wanted his bro getting the wrong idea.
"Oh. Don't drink so much next time if you can't handle it. My mom says booze's bad for the brain—messes with your memory."
Li Ting blushed as she spoke. "She never lets me drink. Nagged me before we came not to touch a drop."
"Your mom's just looking out for you."
Mentioning Li Ting's mother brought Shu Meiyu's voluptuous, mature figure flooding back into Ma Jun's mind—those towering, full breasts, round perky ass, long milky legs, all radiating that special allure of a ripe woman. Especially her elegant, noble air—it sparked a raw urge to conquer, to pin this stunning MILF down and ravage her.
What the hell's wrong with me? Ma Jun felt a pang of guilt. He'd already hooked up with Huang Guoxin's mom. Now fantasizing about Li Ting's? Do I have a mommy fetish too?
"But sometimes I don't want that kind of concern."
Li Ting looked troubled. "I've always done what Mom says growing up. Never chased my own dreams. Even the violin—she forced me into it. I don't even like it."
"Oh? But I think your mom's great. Pretty and gentle."
Ma Jun grinned.
"That's just for outsiders. You haven't seen her pissed."
Li Ting pouted. "She'd chew me out over violin practice till I cried. Even Dad's scared of her temper."
Who knew elegant Shu Meiyu had a fierce side? Ma Jun pictured the big-shot principal getting reamed by his wife and stifled a laugh. "Shu-jie's just pushing you to be your best. You're always top of the class—that's her good guidance. We're all jealous."
They chatted a bit more, then Li Ting fidgeted. "Ma Jun... do you have a girl you like?"
"Uh... well..."
Ma Jun hadn't expected that. He scratched his head, unsure. Why's Li Ting asking? Does she like me? Nah—she said yes to Huang Guoxin. What's her deal?
He was about to say no when Huang Guoxin plopped down beside him, slapping his shoulder. "Hey, you sneak! Hiding over here? Go sing—someone requested you."
He pointed to No. 2, waving at Ma Jun with a grin. Ma Jun bolted up, escaping as he grabbed the mic. He sang while eyeing Huang Guoxin cozying up to Li Ting—but she seemed cool and distant. Does Li Ting not like him back?
They partied another hour. Folks wanted to keep going, but Li Ting stood. "It's late. Mom'll kill me." Everyone bailed from Dihao KTV, splitting off in groups. Ma Jun, Huang Guoxin, Li Ting, and another girl lingered at the door.
"Ma Jun, walk Fang Lei home. I'll take Li Ting."
Huang Guoxin whispered in his ear, smirking. "Fang Lei's hot too—big tits, juicy ass. Strike while the iron's hot if you dig her."
Fang Lei was the bold No. 2 girl. Huang Guoxin was just trying to keep things fair. Ma Jun laughed. "Cut the crap. You walk Li Ting."
He headed off with Fang Lei.
They chatted idly on the way. Fang Lei was chatty, not quiet like Li Ting. Ma Jun snuck peeks at her figure—Huang Guoxin was right. Shorter than Li Ting, but stacked mature: full tits jiggling slightly, maybe even bigger. He figured one hand could just cup 'em.
Li Ting had a pointy melon face; Fang Lei's was a soft oval with short hair. Parents worked, older bro married. Solid grades like Ma Jun's, English rep too.
Ma Jun didn't mingle much in class, barely talked to Fang Lei before. But this walk showed she was straightforward, no games—not stunning, but cute features, tiger teeth flashing when she smiled. Appealing to average guys. Problem was, Ma Jun hung with bombshells like Liu Yan, Cao Meng, Li Wen. Even Li Ting felt meh now, let alone Fang Lei.
Plus, Mom Song Ping warned him freshman year: study hard, no girls. Dating was hassle, pricey too—their family was broke. So he'd watched the Li Ting frenzy from afar, never jumped in.
First time walking home alone with a guy, Fang Lei was nervous, chattering to cover. She didn't know Ma Jun well—he wasn't outgoing, skipped group stuff. Later learned single-parent home, felt bad for him.
Ma Jun went quiet again. Fang Lei laughed. "Hey, Ma Jun—you think Huang Guoxin'll land Li Ting?"
His pursuit was class 57's worst-kept secret. No one bet on it—waiting for the punchline.
Ma Jun shook his head. "Doubt it. He's rowdy; she's quiet, hates crowds. Notice she didn't sing once?"
"Yeah, they're mismatched."
Fang Lei nodded. "Why'd she even come? Playing him? That's cold—he's so into her. I'd have said yes ages ago."
"Li Ting's not like that."
Ma Jun wasn't sure—girls were puzzles. But her words made him grin. "You like Huang Guoxin? Didn't peg that."
Fang Lei flushed, defiant. "So what? He's great—sings awesome, hoops well, funny."
Ma Jun was stunned. He'd joked; she meant it. But Huang Guoxin was Li Ting-obsessed. Awkward. "Why not tell him? He probably has no clue."
Thinking back to KTV, her bickering with him was probably for attention.
"He's all about Li Ting. No thanks."
Fang Lei huffed. "Dunno what's so great about her. Good grades? Why do all the guys want her? I'm no slouch."
Ma Jun fumbled. "I think you're prettier than Li Ting."
"Pfft, yeah right. Even you don't buy that. Lamer?"
She rolled her eyes, then sighed. "I know she's hot. But still, mismatched."
Her eyes lit up. "Ma Jun, chase Li Ting! He'll give up, and I'll have a shot. Smart, huh?"
Ma Jun was speechless—girl had guts. But she was honest, no schemes. Unlike backstabbers. He smiled bitterly. "You rate me too high. Li Ting'd never go for me."
"I think you could."
Fang Lei grinned. "She kinda likes you already. Just oblivious."
Ma Jun's heart skipped. He stopped, casual. "Don't joke. Too cold."
"Dead serious."
Fang Lei earnest. "She eyed you all night, eyes sparkling. Girls glow for crushes. Trust me—she's into you. Go for it. I'll help."
"No."
Ma Jun flat. "Huang Guoxin's my bro. Can't do him dirty. Drop it."
"Your loss. Don't regret it."
Fang Lei shrugged, home. They parted. Ma Jun walked back conflicted. Even if true, no chasing Li Ting—bro code, and his head was full of Liu Yan. Hoped Huang Guoxin sealed the deal soon.
He realized he'd wandered to Liu Yan's alley. Fang Lei lived nearby. Staring in, memories hit: that night kissing Liu Yan passionately here. Heart raced. Wanted to knock, see her. But her words held him back. Their thing was at a crossroads—could go anywhere. No rash moves. He turned away.
But after a bit, a shadowy figure slipped into the alley—sneaky, not local. Suspicious. Thief? Worse? Ma Jun dashed in. Figure gone. Hallucination? He hesitated in the alley, unsure if to check Liu Yan's.
Tianfu Restaurant blazed bright, boozy guests stumbling out. Inside, Liu Yan's group wrapped up. Post-Li Jianjun, energy surged—mutual toasts, three bottles of baijiu down. Even Liu Yan downed several shots for Lu Qihang, head spinning, cheeks flushed seductively. Male colleagues slurred nonsense, faces beet-red. Lu Qihang called for the bill—time to head home.
Zhang Yang saw Liu Yan wobbly, wanted to escort her but feared gossip. Hesitating, Li Wen grinned. "Zhang Yang, you're sober. Take Liu Yan home."
She shoved Liu Yan toward him. He caught her heavy, lush body—nerves and thrill exploding. Years knowing her, first real touch. He trembled, glancing at Li Wen helplessly.
"What're you waiting for? Hail a cab outside."
Li Wen rolled her eyes, idiot—wasting my setup. If not for my plan, he'd never touch her.
Zhang Yang woke up, steadying the hazy Liu Yan out. Arm around her ripe curves, heart pounding. Dream luck.
Li Wen smirked coldly as they left. Zhang Yang probably thanked her in his head—not knowing it was revenge. She knew his crush, so sicced him on drunk Liu Yan. Midnight, man and tipsy beauty? Any guy'd crack. Unless eunuch, he'd take her.
She'd promised Feng Kun Liu Yan, but wasn't dumb. If Feng Kun banged her first, she might submit like Li Wen did—then Li Wen'd be the matchmaker. Better: let Zhang Yang strike, then tip Feng Kun. Dogfight. Liu Yan's proud, thin-skinned—fucked by two? No face left at San Zhong.
Imagining Liu Yan ruined, fleeing—pure glee. She outshone Li Wen everywhere; guys orbited her. As long as she stayed, Li Wen stayed down. Had to boot her.
"Li Wen, not gone yet?"
Lu Qihang's voice behind. He'd been toasted hard, unsteady. But her swaying figure sobered him.
"Director Lu, you okay?"
Li Wen rushed to support him out. He might lose the post soon, but helped her promotion—she owed him.
Lu Qihang felt her full round tits pressing his arm, glancing nervously. Most guests gone, just staff cleaning. Safe.
Outside, Li Wen flagged a cab. He sat, eyeing her hesitantly. Come next week, no more ties to this young beauty. Wanted one last "service," but couldn't ask. Last time, she needed him. Now? Useless old fart.
Reading his longing eyes, Li Wen got it. Pitied him—without her, no young pussy ever again. Guilt stirred; she'd hooked him. Booze kicked in. Impulsively, she slid in. "Director Lu, I'll see you home."
He froze, her eyes sparkling. Something electric in the tight cab. Car moved; he avoided her gaze but peeked at her snowy thighs. Adorable, she thought, guiding his hand there. Tonight, she'd give her body—gratitude.
Touching her soft silky thigh, Lu Qihang trembled, wanting to pull back but hooked. Dim cab safe; her encouraging smile bolded him. Fingers explored: tender, smooth, bouncy—youth's vigor energizing him. Long lost.
Li Wen savored his touch—not carnal, but emotional. Feng Kun satisfied lust; Ma Jun's sneak-fuck thrilled. But saving Lu Qihang? God-complex high. Better than orgasm—purpose.
His caresses stirred her. She cupped his crotch through pants, feeling his dormant cock wake, swell, harden. Zipped to free it—but cab stopped. Home. He yanked back, zipped, heart racing, regretful.
Under a tree by his door, words failed. Li Wen smiled, tugged him into dark alley. Pants down—like his office blowjob. She engulfed his still-hard cock in her warm wet mouth, sucking slow. He sighed blissfully. Perfect end to the night.
As Lu Qihang savored, Zhang Yang hit his torment peak. Cab to Liu Yan's, into living room. She wobbled drunk; he sat her on sofa. Released— she slumped, lush body writhing, long legs swaying. Heart raced.
"Teacher Liu, you okay?"
Soft nudge on shoulder. Her flushed face tempted a stolen kiss—but fear held him.
"I'm fine... hot... so hot."
Liu Yan half-lidded, breath orchid-sweet, unbuttoning blouse. Massive white tits half-spilled, bra-strained, threatening to burst.
Zhang Yang flustered, saliva thick. Immoral peeping. Cover her with nearby clothes? Nah, worry won. Bathroom cold splash, internal war. Lifetime shot—claim drunk seduction defense later.
But dare? Years silent crush, image pristine. Hoped she'd initiate. Zero chance—she'd never cheat. No wrecking her home. Calmed, deep breath, out.
Liu Yan never boozed this hard. Hazy ride home, thirsty. "Water... water."
Cup appeared. Gulped it down, still woozy. Zhang Yang brought her? Still here? "Thanks—" But eyes opened to Feng Kun grinning.
"Ah... Feng Kun? What're you doing here?"
Liu Yan bolted up, panicked. Him here? Where's Zhang Yang?
"No need to freak, Liu Yan. Just checking on you."
Feng Kun leered. "High-and-mighty Teacher Liu gets lonely too? Letting guys bring you home? Pussy itching for cock? Too bad Zhang Yang's a pussy—passed on prime meat. My gain."
"Shut up! Zhang Yang and I are clean."
Liu Yan iced, pointing. "Get out or I call cops."
Phone out, dialing.
"No use fighting, Liu Yan."
Feng Kun smug. "I'm here, no fear. You're mine tonight."
Lunged.
Liu Yan horrified, flailing weakly, heat rising. "What'd you give me?"
"Just fun pills."
Feng Kun clutched her fiery curves, hands sliding to grope bra-clad tits. "Coulda been easy. Tonight, we play—you be a real woman."
"Let go!"
Feeble struggle, tears of shame. "Please... no... mercy..."
Her pleas fueled him. Squeezed tits, scooped her to bed, stripped to boxers—cock tenting. Yanked her blouse and bra. Perky massive jugs—cock throbbed. Tonight, ravage this icy wife.
"Fuckin' huge."
Hands mauled—couldn't palm one. Long craved.
Drug hit; Liu Yan limp like nude corpse. He yanked jeans and panties. Glossy bush, plump white slit. Legs spread, cock aimed—claim then savor. Long night.
Glans at her lips—shadow burst in. Brick cracked Feng Kun's skull. Grunt, flop.
Ma Jun—tailed him, lost trace, checked door ajar. Brick handy, bedroom horror: rage, smashed.
Liu Yan moaning, hips bucking. Ma Jun blanked, sheeted her. Dragged Feng Kun like trash to intersection.
Comatose scum—pissed on face. Still mad, stripped boxers, bound hands behind pole. County joke.
Rushed back. Liu Yan sheet-kicked, nude glory: flushed face, hair splayed, gripping sheets, tits towering pink-nippled, flat belly, curvy hips/waist, thighs bent, bushy wet slit begging cock.
Her divine nude. Ma Jun dazed, hand to bouncy tit—cock raged. She moaned, writhed—brain fogged, pure lust, blind to him.
Heart hammered. Dream teacher naked, needy. Blame Feng Kun later—she'd accept.
Stripped, monster cock out, atop her silky heat—trembling, pre-cum dripping, ready.
Breath ragged, aimed—glans kissed lips, ecstasy near-spurt. Paused, gasped. Forward—"Ma Jun, save me."
Lightning. Froze. What am I doing? Drug-raped by Feng Kun, now me? Same scum. She trusted him even drugged. Betrayal?
Shame, guilt. Off bed, dressed, sheeted her. Close call—shadow forever if took. Untrustworthy.
Clock: 9 PM. Guard till sober. She thrashed sheets off repeatedly—endless temptation. Suppressed agony. Longest night.
Dawn sparrows chirped. Liu Yan groaned awake, brow furrowed—peace ruined. Sat, sheet slipped—tits bobbing rosy.
Stretched, head pounding. Naked? Shock. Memories: boozed, Zhang Yang home, thirsty—Feng Kun water? Heat, flung self at him slutty.
Damn—drugged. But then Feng Kun morphed Ma Jun; stripped, begged him. Fog after. Ma Jun tailed, booted Feng Kun, saved her.
But... how'd he resist? Teen lusting, offered ripe body?
To him: panties/bra clutched, cum-stained. Got it—fought urge, jerked with her undies.
Resisting her while fapping to lingerie—no disgust, endless warmth. Finally felt his burning love—she'd ignored, crushed it. Guilt. Leaned, pecked cheek—blushed, pulled back. First initiative. Eyes dropped: morning wood tent. Bold thought. Pants down—thick long cock sprang, glans dancing.
Shy, gripped hot shaft, stroked slow. First willing handjob beyond hubby—no pain, relief. Zhang Li'd be happy? Sad?
Ma Jun stirred, felt odd—looked down: Liu Yan's lily hand on his dick. Stunned. Dream? Her jacking me? "T-Teacher Liu, how..."
"Shh, Ma Jun."
Liu Yan smiled tenderly. "Teacher's duty. Won't be harsh anymore."
Past refusals: his weak control snowball. Last night proved iron will—worry gone.
Clumsy like Li Jianjun's—gripped awkward. But joyful now, not forced resentment. Novel.
Seen his beast once; holding pulsed veins, pre-cum oozing—lube ready. Flushed, slowed.
Ma Jun edged, frustrated—Li Wen pro, Liu Yan newbie. But lucky sole recipient. "Teacher, don't stop. Faster."
"Quiet or I quit."
Blush, snipped—but sped. Bottom line crumbling, but dove in. He endured for her—her turn. Reward.
Cock danced in her warm palm, jubilant. Breakthrough—icy tit-queen opened. Conquering her body soon? Grin, eyes shut, savor. Future brighter.