“Don’t daydream! I’m asking you something important!” My mother saw me spacing out and gently patted my arm.

She said she was asking about serious matters, but the blush that spread from the base of her neck to her earlobes betrayed her embarrassment, and even her snow-white neck was tinged with a faint pink.

“Um… once a week, I guess…” I answered vaguely, but my mind kept replaying the memory.

Jingyan’s desires have indeed increased a lot lately. When we sleep at night, she always acts like a kitten in heat, rubbing her huge breasts and pert buttocks against me.

“Hmm…” Mom’s eyes darted around, and she didn’t dare to look at me. Her voice also lowered. “How long… can it last once?”

“Huh?” I was completely taken aback by this question. Looking at my mother’s embarrassed yet persistent expression, I felt at ease.

“Well… it’s hard to say, maybe just ten minutes or so?” Discussing this kind of thing with one’s mother should have been absolutely impossible, but after experiencing everything today, it didn’t seem so unbelievable.

“Hmm~ It’s alright.” Mom responded softly, her gaze falling on the photo of me and Jingyan on the bedside table. She seemed to be pondering some profound question, or perhaps just trying to hide her unease. Her blush deepened.

“Mom, why are you asking this?” I finally couldn’t help but ask tentatively.

“Ah—it’s nothing, nothing!” She snapped back to reality like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her face turning even redder. “I just… I was just asking casually, to remind you young people to… to be careful and restrain yourself.”

I watched my mother’s retreating figure as if she were fleeing; her steps were hurried and somewhat disordered.

Soft loungewear hugged her plump, rounded buttocks, and as she walked, the two buttocks pressed and trembled against each other, forming a breathtaking wave.

My heart trembled uncontrollably along with the waves.

In my mind, images of her convulsing body during her orgasm on the bed during the day, and the filthy description of the boy on the rooftop flashed back and forth… I took a deep breath, took out my phone, and made a video call to Jingyan as if trying to escape.

“Hello, Xuanyu.” The call was answered almost immediately.

On the other side of the screen, Jingyan and Aunt Ouyang’s two hot bodies were pressed tightly together, against a backdrop of a deep blue night sky and railings.

They seemed to be on the deck of a ship, wearing cool sundresses, as if they were in a completely different world from me, who was in the dead of winter.

The sea breeze blew, tangling their long hair so that they were indistinguishable from one another.

Jingyan had told me before that her aunt had invited her whole family to Hainan Island for a vacation, which is why our two families didn’t get together for New Year’s Day.

“Hello~ my handsome baby~” Aunt Ouyang interrupted, she was wearing a fiery red halter dress today, the hem of the dress fluttering in the wind like a burning flame.

“Have you missed me, honey?” Jingyan giggled, raising her phone higher and resting her head completely on Aunt Ouyang’s shoulder.

My gaze involuntarily fell on their chests.

The two women wore revealing sundresses, which unreservedly exposed their cleavage.

I can clearly see the deep cleavage in the middle of the slip dress.

Jingyan’s D-cup is larger, her youthful fullness almost bursting out of the fabric, like two ripe white peaches.

Although Aunt Ouyang’s breasts are a C-cup, her cleavage appears even deeper and longer. Perhaps it’s due to her bra, but that shadow seems to devour all light, exuding an even more captivating charm.

“Yes, of course I want to!”

“Once you have a wife, you forget your mother,” Aunt Ouyang sighed, her tone wistful, but her eyes held a captivating glint. Although she wasn’t my biological mother, her love for me was the same as my own mother’s.

“I miss you too, Aunt Ouyang~” I quickly added to Aunt Ouyang, and only then did Aunt Ouyang’s lips curl up.

“I’ll bring you next time!” As Jingyan spoke, I keenly noticed that Aunt Ouyang’s eyes glanced to the side unintentionally, and a fleeting hint of disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“It’s my aunt. She’s asking me to come in with my mom.” Jingyan seemed to have noticed something, so she turned her head to look as well, before turning back to me and explaining in a low voice.

“Oh, okay~ then you guys go have fun~”

“Bye-bye~ Get some rest, I’ll be back soon.”

“Why go back? To have a baby?” Aunt Ouyang asked with amusement.

“Oh my god!”

Before hanging up the phone, Jingyan pressed her cheek against Aunt Ouyang’s shoulder and made a playful “V” sign with her other hand next to her eyes; while Aunt Ouyang’s hand went around Jingyan’s body from behind and reached in front of her, making a small heart with her thumb and forefinger above her daughter’s full cleavage.

The call ended, and the screen returned to the cold chat window.

The scene from just now still lingers in my mind—Jingyan and Aunt Ouyang, mother and daughter, embracing tightly, one innocent and the other mature and glamorous, creating an incredibly strong visual impact.

Aunt Ouyang’s face carries the unique heroic spirit and sharp features of a mature woman, and her eyes hold a story; while Jingyan’s cheeks are full of soft and rounded collagen, and her eyes are clear and sweet.

Aunt Ouyang’s figure is firm and alluring from years of exercise, with every curve perfectly proportioned; Jingyan’s body, on the other hand, is the plump and elastic body of a young girl, untouched by artifice.

One is like a finely crafted, aged wine, spicy and mellow; the other is like a fresh peach with morning dew, tender and juicy.

I’m truly happy that the two of them have reconciled.

I exited the chat window with Jingyan and aimlessly scrolled through my WeChat Moments.

Zhao Qingjun posted a new update, a photo of a corner of her new place. The pothos and spider plants are growing well, and the sunlight is shining in, making the old, dusty room look quite cozy.

Seeing that she has settled down, I am glad that my decision was the right one.

I casually clicked “like,” my fingertip scrolling aimlessly up and down the cold screen.

Xuanman was sleeping at home and didn’t have a chance to be affectionate with Zhao Chenyu; Chu Yun also went back to his hometown… Oh right, what about Lingze and Qianning?

I opened Mu Qianning’s chat window and asked her, “What are you doing?”

The message was replied to almost instantly, but its content made my heart sink.

“It’s with Zhao Chenyu.”

I replied with an “Oh,” and my typing fingers became stiff.

The light in my heart dimmed instantly.

What is she doing there?

What are they doing?

Countless filthy thoughts churned in my mind, making me feel nauseous.

She seemed to sense my disappointment and immediately sent another message: “I found something on Zhao Chenyu’s computer, do you want to see it?”

My fingers almost instinctively replied, “Then send it.” The two minutes of waiting felt like an eternity, each second like being fried in oil.

Finally, her phone beeped, and she sent her a cloud drive link.

I clicked the link, which led to a folder. Once opened, rows of neatly arranged video files instantly filled the entire screen, while the naming conventions of the files exuded a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

“Menstrual period day 1”, “Menstrual period day 2”, “Follicular phase day 1″…

My fingertips trembled slightly as I clicked on the first video titled “Menstrual Period Day 1”.

The moment the image appeared, my breath caught in my throat.

A dark brown desk, piled with files, with several student union promotional boards and event materials next to it—this is Jingyan’s office as the student union president, which I know all too well.

The camera was shaking slightly, probably because it was Zhao Chenyu’s camera glasses again.

In the center of the screen, Jingyan is sitting upright in a chair, facing a laptop, her ten fingers flying across the keyboard.

She was wearing a beige turtleneck undershirt, the tight fabric outlining her D-cup breasts, which swayed slightly with the movement of her arms, heavy and fleshy.

The high neckline completely concealed her slender neck and delicate collarbone, but instead of diminishing her charm, it added a touch of aloofness and asceticism to her demeanor.

Her long, smooth hair slid down her sides, and she would occasionally tuck it behind her ears. Her serious expression and capable demeanor vaguely resembled Aunt Ouyang’s style when she was working.

The video was very quiet, except for the crisp sound of her typing on the keyboard.

But I didn’t see Zhao Chenyu in the footage.

The camera shook slightly, and Zhao Chenyu’s annoying voice came from off-screen, carrying an overly familiar intimacy: “Senior, put the things here.”

“Okay, you can go now.” Jingyan’s voice remained cold, and she didn’t even look up, still focused on the screen.

However, the camera didn’t move away; instead, it slowly moved closer to her. I could hear the screeching sound of chair legs dragging on the ground. Zhao Chenyu had actually moved a chair and casually sat down next to Jingyan.

Jingyan finally sensed something was wrong. She frowned tightly, her body subconsciously leaning slightly to the other side to create some distance, her eyes filled with vigilance: “What are you going to do?” As she spoke, her eyes darted uneasily toward the office door.

“Don’t worry, I locked the outside door.” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was filled with nauseating smugness. “Besides, it’s nighttime now, no one will come.” As he spoke, he leaned even more brazenly against Jingyan, his arm easily looping around her back and wrapping around her other shoulder, half-encircling her in his arms.

My brow furrowed, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed. When did this happen?

Jingyan began to struggle, her shoulders heaving as she tried to break free of his grip, her voice tinged with undisguised panic: “Don’t do anything rash!”

“I know, senior, these are your periods,” Zhao Chenyu said casually.

Menstrual period? Isn’t that at the end or beginning of the month? Jingyan’s period usually ends at the end of the month. Could it have happened a few days ago?

“Then why are you still…” Jingyan’s words were cut short by a gasp, “What… Don’t move~ Ugh!”

Despite Jingyan’s futile attempts to dodge by twisting her head left and right, Zhao Chenyu still managed to lower his head and accurately capture her lips.

The camera suddenly shook violently, and the image became dark and chaotic, as if it had been pressed directly onto their entangled faces.

In the swaying afterimage, I could only make out Jingyan’s tightly furrowed brows and violently trembling eyelashes.

“Chirp…smack…mmm…”

Immediately afterwards, wet, sticky kisses mixed with a woman’s whimpering nasal sounds came through the earphones.

I could even see through the gaps in the chaotic image that Zhao Chenyu’s tongue roughly shoved into Jingyan’s mouth, greedily stirring and plundering every inch of her sweet saliva.

Jingyan’s nostrils flared violently, and sweet, muffled moans escaped her throat. Her struggles seemed to gradually dissipate with the deep kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, the kiss finally ended.

Jingyan’s lips were glistening with tears, but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. She just blinked her slightly unfocused eyes and said breathlessly, “Okay… I have to leave the school later, I have something urgent to do.”

Leaving school? Something urgent? My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the urgent thing she was talking about was coming back to me, to play the innocent and adorable girlfriend in my arms?

“No…” Zhao Chenyu refused decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Are you sick?! I’m on my period and you still—” Jingyan’s words of shame and indignation were interrupted by a muffled groan.

She was forcibly lifted up by Zhao Chenyu and lay sprawled on his lap.

Zhao Chenyu skillfully wrapped his hands around her armpits, holding her firmly in his arms. The bottom of the frame was almost entirely filled with Jingyan’s long, smooth, black hair.

Zhao Chenyu raised his wrist, showed his sports watch to Jingyan, and then set a 15-minute countdown.

The bright red numbers on the LCD screen began to jump, like a bomb hanging over her head.

“Just fifteen minutes, okay, senior?” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was very low. “I won’t touch your lower body. But I’ve been seriously thinking about those big breasts of yours for days.”

His words contained too much information that terrified me, and the phrase “several days” further indicated that this was not the first time such a thing had happened.

“ah!”

Perhaps because the 15-minute “unilateral agreement” gave her a psychological deadline, Jingyan did not launch any more fierce resistance.

After a short scream, Zhao Chenyu unceremoniously grabbed Jingyan’s full breasts with both hands through her beige undershirt.

Zhao Chenyu did not immediately apply force to knead.

He first spread his ten fingers wide, his large palms completely enveloping the breasts, and then slowly rotated them like he was twisting a bottle cap.

His palms didn’t actually touch Jingyan’s breasts; he merely ran his fingers and rough fingertips over her astonishingly large breasts, rubbing them repeatedly over her undershirt, as if asserting his dominance and marking his territory.

Even through her undershirt and bra, the tingling sensation from the friction of her calloused palms stimulated Jingyan even more intensely.

“Mmm~” Jingyan leaned weakly against Zhao Chenyu’s chest, tilting her head, her pearly teeth biting her glistening red lips, her brows furrowed just like her body, which was being held captive.

Her hands instinctively gripped Zhao Chenyu’s wrists, her arm muscles tense, yet she couldn’t budge him an inch. Instead, this seemingly reluctant yet welcoming posture added a touch of intimacy amidst the struggle.

Zhao Chenyu, taking advantage of the situation, opened his tiger’s mouth as if holding some precious treasure, and steadily supported Jingyan’s rounded southern hemisphere of breasts.

Slowly extend your index finger, following the full and perky curve, and climb slowly to the peak of the breast like climbing a mountain.

Then, the pad of the index finger began to circle precisely around the areola through the fabric, as if using the fingertip to carefully outline the shape of the already erect nipple.

“Your breasts are really big, the biggest and firmest I’ve ever touched.” He teased her as he increased the pressure on his hands.

On the pure white undershirt, two large, wheat-colored hands wantonly grabbed, kneaded, and pressed, each movement causing the fabric to sink deep into the breasts, outlining a lewd shape.

This image is simply the most thorough desecration of the word “purity”.

“Hmm~ You… hurry up…” Jingyan let out an unbearable groan and couldn’t help but urge her on.

She was clearly finding Zhao Chenyu’s actions, which resembled tickling through her clothes, unbearable.

Her head kept shaking from side to side, and her once neatly combed hair became disheveled. A few strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks, some were squeezed between the back of her head and Zhao Chenyu’s chest, and some even slipped into her high, austere collar, as if hinting at something.

“Hurry up? Hurry up what?” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was full of teasing. He leaned down, his hot breath blowing on Jingyan’s earlobe. “Does Senior want me to put my hand in and rub it? Tsk tsk tsk… Senior’s nipples are already hard.”

As he spoke, he bent his index finger and, through the layer of beige undershirt, lightly touched the highest peak of Jingyan’s chest.

Sure enough, two distinct dots were clearly visible on the tight-fitting fabric, like two ripe fruits eagerly announcing their presence.

“Senior, is it itchy?” Zhao Chenyu suddenly hooked his two index fingers and quickly flicked Jingyan’s nipple like a chicken pecking at rice.

“Ah!” Jingyan’s delicate body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, and she let out a short cry of surprise.

“Damn it~ Hmm~” Jingyan finally opened her tightly closed, misty eyes.

There was indeed a flicker of anger in her eyes, but due to the rising of lust, her eyes drooped limply, and her gaze became soft and seductive.

That anger, like a bonfire that could never burn brightly, not only had no deterrent effect, but also added more ambiguity to this beautiful scene.

“Senior, I’m going in now~” Zhao Chenyu didn’t give her any chance to react. His sinister hands suddenly slipped under Jingyan’s clothes, like two slippery snakes, instantly moving upwards and penetrating deep inside.

“Ah!” Jingyan exclaimed, instinctively grabbing the hem of her undershirt with both hands to try to cover her exposed waist again, but this completely destroyed her last chance to stop Zhao Chenyu’s evil hands.

In an instant, the round, full curves of Jingyan’s chest, like pebbles that had suddenly grown sharp edges, became twisted and unpredictable under the control of his large hands.

“Wow~ Senior is even wearing a deep V bra~” Although the camera kept focusing on Jingyan’s chest, I couldn’t see what was underneath because she was wearing a high-necked top.

“Tsk tsk, it’s a pity that the undershirt you’re wearing is too thick,” Zhao Chenyu said with a lewd regret. “If it were thinner, or black, you could see the deep cleavage from your big breasts through the fabric. A lot of the juniors would stare like crazy then, hehe!”

“You…you keep your voice down—ah!” Jingyan nervously lowered her voice to remind him, afraid that someone outside would hear.

But the next moment, as Zhao Chenyu intensified his movements, a sharp groan still burst from her red lips.

The scream startled her, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but her pretty face flushed an increasingly deep red.

“Hehe~ Senior~ I think you should take care of yourself first.” Zhao Chenyu’s hands had already grabbed and fondled her soft breasts until they were in a mess.

Through the off-white fabric, I could see the position of her nipples, which protruded into a conspicuous triangle.

The triangle continued to tremble and wriggle with the movement of his fingers.

I didn’t even need to think about it to know that it was Zhao Chenyu’s index and middle fingers pinching Jingyan’s erect nipple, constantly rubbing, twisting, and pulling it.

Jingyan’s delicate body became a puppet on Zhao Chenyu’s fingertips.

Her body trembled violently with his teasing, her buttocks rubbing restlessly against the black leather seat, her upper body almost completely limp on Zhao Chenyu.

Her thighs were pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other, while her calves were spread apart in a very strange shape.

Her heels were suspended in mid-air, while her toes were forcefully pushing against the ground, rubbing against it like her thighs, as if trying to rub away the itch that had nowhere to go.

“Mmm~ Ah~ Mmm~ Hmph… Hurry up… Hurry up… Ah~” Jingyan urged continuously amidst broken moans.

Zhao Chenyu remained unhurried and silent, focusing instead on toying with the student council president beneath him, a figure of immense prestige and unapproachability in the eyes of outsiders.

“Mmm~ Ah~ Hmph~” As Jingyan’s breathing became increasingly rapid, her body began to spasm uncontrollably. Just then—

“drop–”

A crisp electronic notification sound broke the utterly lewd scene.

The fifteen-minute countdown was over. Just when I thought that Zhao Chenyu, that scoundrel, would shamelessly set another fifteen-minute alarm, he actually reached his hand out from under Jingyan’s clothes.

“Huh?” Even Jingyan, who was in the middle of it, was stunned by this action, and a hint of surprise flashed in her dazed eyes.

“Alright, senior, it’s time.” Zhao Chenyu stood up casually, put his hand, which he had just pulled out, under his nose, closed his eyes, and greedily inhaled the aroma as if savoring some exquisite delicacy. “So fragrant, it smells like milk.”

Jingyan seemed to be jolted awake by those words. She quickly sat up straight, hurriedly pulled down her undershirt, and haphazardly combed her messy hair with her fingers.

But the persistent flush on her cheeks and her slightly rapid breathing still revealed the erotic torment she had just endured.

“That’s rare,” she straightened her back again, adopting a cold and sarcastic tone, trying to regain a shred of pitiful dignity, “You actually kept your promise.”

“That’s right, by the way, senior, what are you going to do later?”

“Hmm?” Zhao Chenyu straightened his clothes and asked casually.

“Is it any of your business?” Jingyan picked up the mouse again, her eyes fixed on the computer screen, as if the woman whose breasts had been rubbed and who had been panting heavily just moments before wasn’t her.

“Just asking casually.”

“I’ll pick Xuanyu up from get off work later!”

boom–!

Jingyan’s words were like a heavy hammer, slamming into my brain, leaving it blank and buzzing.

Pick me up from get off work? Could it be…?

I felt like I’d been burned, and I abruptly paused the video. My fingers were trembling so badly that I almost missed pressing the back button several times.

I frantically retreated back to the folder’s directory.

My gaze was fixed on the file information of the first video.

“Menstrual Period Day 1” was uploaded at 00:02:03 on December 3, 20**!

In the early morning of December 3rd!

In other words, this video was filmed on the evening of December 2nd!

Just a short while before Jingyan drove to the company to pick me up from get off work on her first day, and showed me her gentle and virtuous side, she was in her office, being pinned down by Zhao Chenyu, who was playing with her breasts?

I felt like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs, and suddenly I didn’t know how to breathe anymore.

My eyes involuntarily darted to other video files, including “Menstrual Period Day 2” uploaded on 20**-12-03 at 11:25:36.

The upload time for “Follicular Phase Day 1” was 20**-12-04 11:48:08.

The upload time for “Follicular Phase Day 2” was 20**-12-06 00:03:48.

…

The upload time for “Follicular Phase Day 6” was 20**-12-09 11:47:12.

The upload time for “Ovulation period day 1” was 20**-12-11 00:23:19.

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The upload time for “Ovulation period day7” was 20**-12-16 11:58:46.

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“Lunar Phase Day 4” was uploaded on 20**-12-2011 at 49:11.

Nineteen days! A total of twenty videos!

Every single day! Every single day! Every single day!

Except for the last one, each video is between fifteen and thirty minutes long.

Does this mean that Jingyan is being molested by Zhao Chenyu every single day?

The “virtuous wife” I see every night when I come home is actually so crazy at school.

I didn’t want to believe it, and I didn’t dare to believe it, but my fingers trembled as if they had their own will, and I clicked on the video titled “Menstrual Period Day 2”.

The scene is still in the student council office, but this time it’s from a third-person perspective, recording everything that happens in the room.

On the wall hangs the certificate that Jingyan received for “Outstanding Student Cadre,” its red seal and gold lettering reflecting a cold and ironic light under the fluorescent lamp.

Below the certificate, my girlfriend, the president who was considered sacred and inviolable by the students, was being humiliated by Zhao Chenyu and pressed against the cold wall.

Her off-white undershirt was roughly pulled up to her neck, like a collar, revealing her full, snow-white breasts.

Zhao Chenyu’s mouth was sucking hard on her left nipple, making a lewd “sizzling” sound.

His left hand, like an iron clamp, tightly gripped Jingyan’s pert buttocks, while his right hand went even further, having already reached deep into her buttock cleft, his fingers vigorously kneading something through the thin layer of her sweatpants.

Jingyan’s hands limply held the back of Zhao Chenyu’s head, as if she wanted to push him away, but it was also an embrace after surrendering.

She held her head high, her eyes tightly closed with shame and pleasure, and a flush rose in waves on her face.

He kept biting his lower lip, as if trying to suppress the groan that was about to burst out of his throat with pain.

Even so, glistening saliva still spilled from the corners of her mouth, but she was completely unaware of it.

“Chirp—pop!”

Zhao Chenyu sucked on Jingyan’s nipple, forcefully pulling outwards at her snow-white breasts.

Just as the tender flesh of his breasts was stretched to its limit, he suddenly released his mouth, and the soft flesh snapped back with a “snap,” creating waves of flesh rippling across his chest.

“Senior, it looks like you’ve gotten used to the anal plug.” Zhao Chenyu pressed hard between her buttocks with his right hand.

“Ah~” Jingyan’s buttocks recoiled as if she had been burned, while the back of her head slammed against the cold wall, letting out a short groan of pain.

“You’re not like those twin sluts,” Zhao Chenyu said as he continued to fondle her body. “When it’s not your period, I can fuck your cunt. When it’s your period, I can play with your asshole, hehe.”

His words were extremely vulgar, and Jingyan could only tilt her head and gasp for breath, too weak to refute him.

Zhao Chenyu’s left hand pinched her buttocks hard again. This sudden stimulation made Jingyan raise her head instantly, and her mouth was once again accurately captured by Zhao Chenyu’s mouth.

“Mmm…”

This time, Zhao Chenyu’s kisses seemed to be surveying his territory, moving from Jingyan’s chin to her neck, then to her collarbone, and finally, once again taking his mouth into her nipple, which was already glistening with his saliva.

“Mmm~ Hurry up~” Jingyan’s moan rose again from deep in her throat, filled with an unbearable urging. Until a sound—

“drop!”

Zhao Chenyu’s watch rang again, interrupting the lewd atmosphere in the room, and Zhao Chenyu decisively released Jingyan.

Without any support, Jingyan felt as if she had no bones, and slid helplessly down the cold wall to the ground.

“Senior, are we still going to pick up the senior?” Zhao Chenyu asked condescendingly, his tone as relaxed as if nothing had just happened.

“None of your business.” Jingyan’s voice came from her hair, filled with powerless resentment.

“Hehe~” Zhao Chenyu chuckled softly, “See you tomorrow, senior.”

My fingers, as if pulled by an invisible force, uncontrollably slid towards the next video.

As soon as the “Follicular Phase Day 1” screen lit up, there was a violent shaking and rapid breathing.

The scene shifts to a stall in a public restroom at the school.

The space was narrow and enclosed, dimly lit, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of disinfectant and dampness.

The camera was probably placed haphazardly on the water tank lid, recording everything inside the compartment at an angle.

In this cramped space, Zhao Chenyu was pinning Jingyan tightly against the door.

He held Jingyan in his arms, and Jingyan stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly in return, like a couple deeply in love who couldn’t bear to part.

Zhao Chenyu’s hand had already roughly reached inside Jingyan’s black tight leggings. Although the camera couldn’t see the details inside, from the tight outline of the leggings and the subtle trembling of Jingyan’s body, I could imagine that his fingers were wantonly digging and probing inside Jingyan’s honey hole.

The two didn’t speak. In the narrow space, only heavy breathing and the smacking sounds of their wet, sticky saliva mingling were heard. Each sound, each smacking sound, hit my heart like a heavy hammer.

“drop–”

The watch beeped again, signaling the end of the fifteen minutes.

Zhao Chenyu immediately pulled his hand away, and I watched in disbelief as his hand was covered in a glistening liquid, shimmering lewdly in the dim light of the cubicle—all of it was the vaginal fluid that he had squeezed out of Jingyan.

Jingyan’s eyes were already glazed over, her body limp like a rag doll, leaning weakly against Zhao Chenyu’s chest, urging him in a barely audible voice:

“Quick…hurry up…”

My heart is numb. My fingers have uncontrollably clicked on the next video – “Follicular Phase Day 2”.

The scene then returns to the student council office.

This time, the camera switched to a first-person perspective. He sat brazenly in the chairman’s chair that should have belonged to Jingyan, with his legs wide open. My girlfriend, the student council president of Z University, was kneeling in front of him, her head buried deep in his crotch, her small cherry lips working hard to swallow and spit out his thick penis.

“This is so great~ Who would have thought that I would be sitting in the chair of the student council president and enjoying oral sex from the president himself?” Zhao Chenyu’s smug voice rang out. He reached out and stroked Jingyan’s head as if he were petting a pet.

Upon hearing these mocking words, Jingyan’s body stiffened abruptly. She hurriedly stretched out her free hand to cover her face, as if this could conceal the shame she felt at that moment.

Zhao Chenyu did not stop her actions, letting her immerse herself in her shame.

The office was eerily quiet, save for his sighs of pleasure, the wet sounds of Jingyan swallowing and spitting out his penis, and the occasional muffled groans of pain emanating from deep within her throat.

These lewd sounds seemed so out of place in this serious and solemn room.

“Beep—” Fifteen minutes have passed.

Jingyan almost immediately spat out the penis from her mouth, and Zhao Chenyu did not hesitate to put the ugly thing covered in her saliva back into his pants without the slightest regret.

I went crazy and opened several videos in a row.

Up until “day 6 of the follicular phase,” the entire sequence consists of Jingyan performing oral sex on Zhao Chenyu in the office.

I could tell that she seemed to want Zhao Chenyu to ejaculate within those short fifteen minutes. She performed oral sex with great effort each time, even taking the initiative to lift her top and use her full breasts to clamp his penis. Her plump breasts squeezed the hard shaft, and her saliva and vaginal fluids mixed together, making it incredibly slippery.

Until the video of “Follicular Phase Day 6”, the last straw that broke the camel’s back finally appeared.

At the end of the video, the countdown on Zhao Chenyu’s watch had already started.

He even pushed Jingyan’s forehead with his hand, signaling her that she could stop.

But Jingyan, her face flushed and her eyes glazed, seemed not to hear, and reluctantly licked Zhao Chenyu’s penis bit by bit with the tip of her tongue before slowly spitting it out.

The longing and reluctance in her eyes were so real, so real, that they chilled me to the bone.

I remember clearly that it was that night when Jingyan came home and rode on me like a madwoman.

Is that how it is?

Is she using my body to release the desires that she couldn’t satisfy despite being aroused by another man?