Zhang Qin wasn't ignorant; she'd heard rumors that Lin Cui, the head of the teaching department, had been sexually harassed by some powerful figure, which explained her meteoric rise from teacher to professor.
Otherwise, how could she have suddenly been promoted after over twenty years of teaching?
This was clearly illogical!
Knowing was one thing, but accepting it was another.
The times were different now. Loyalty and shame were no longer important; as long as one's morals were acceptable, no one would turn down money and power.
Clinging to the past would only lead to poverty—it was that simple.
"Zhao An, this...this won't do. Can you give me some time to consider?"
Zhang Qin hesitated. She knew her talent wasn't outstanding; if she wanted to stay, she'd have to make some sacrifices.
Zhao An lifted Zhang Qin's chin...
Looking at her pretty face, a lewd smile crept across his lips. His large hand grasped her shapely buttocks and began to knead them, their elasticity astonishing. "I want you now. Let me have you once, and I'll consider attending your wedding."
Zhang Qin's eyes widened, unsure what to say. Instinctively, she wanted to refuse, but then she fell silent.
Because she heard what followed, and she found it hard to resist.
"If you become my mistress, I might consider helping you get a government job, and you can rise through the ranks quickly. Do you have enough money to buy a house? I can advance you the funds. It all depends on your performance!"
As Zhao An promised, he pulled down Zhang Qin's hot pants and, half-heartedly, removed her clothes.
Zhao An's hand suddenly slipped inside Zhang Qin's bra, kneading her nipples.
Zhang Qin's bra was torn off...
Zhao An's large hands tightly gripped Zhang Qin's soft, white breasts.
"Your breasts are so tender, let me savor them!"
"Ah! No!"
Zhang Qin was still half-heartedly resisting, more like a feigned resistance than genuine resistance; she simply couldn't let go of her pride.
This behavior was somewhat like that of a prostitute, exchanging her body for something.
Moreover, Zhao An's aura was unique and attractive, which further weakened her will to resist.
Zhao An's mouth sucked on Zhang Qin's nipple, while one hand continued to knead her other breast…
A jolt of electricity ran through Zhang Qin's body.
Zhang Qin's hands rested weakly on Zhao An's shoulders, offering only token resistance.
Zhao An's tongue began to rapidly tease the two small nipples atop Zhang Qin's breasts, then gently bit them with his teeth.
Zhao An's excited hands simultaneously kneaded Zhang Qin's firm, plump breasts, as if kneading two large dough balls.
A large hand caressed Zhang Qin's genitals, teasing her clitoris with his fingers. Zhang Qin's body writhed violently under Zhao An's ministrations…
A warm flow had already seeped from her lower body.
"Oh…no…"
Zhang Qin was skillfully manipulated until she was dripping with vaginal fluid.
This masterful foreplay technique made her feel almost ecstatic, her lust growing stronger.
After being played with, her vagina felt empty, as if nothing was there, yearning for a large, thick penis to fill the void.
Zhao An's hand continued moving; one finger was already inserted into Zhang Qin's vagina, slowly moving in and out.
"So smooth, so tender, so wet, haha."
Playing with a young female teacher.
Especially a female teacher about to get married.
This kind of stimulation was unprecedented. Indeed, when it comes to playing with women, one must consider their social status. The opposing roles of teacher and student were simply a taboo and immoral act!
He placed a soft mat on the dance studio floor and pushed Zhang Qin onto it…
Under Zhao An's guidance, Zhang Qin, tears of shame streaming down her face, spread her long, slender legs. Her labia majora were slightly darker than the skin on her inner thighs, with some dark hair growing along the sides, thinning towards the vulva.
Zhao An grinned lewdly, using his index fingers and thumbs to pinch Zhang Qin's labia majora open, forcefully prying them apart!
Zhang Qin's well-developed female genitalia were completely exposed to Zhao An, her most mysterious lower body laid bare before him.
Zhao An pulled down his pants and knelt between Zhang Qin's legs, his hard, hot glans pressing against her vulva.
"You like being fucked, right? You'll definitely love my big cock! Teacher, I'm coming in, your little cunt is so wet, you slutty teacher!"
He guided his sticky, hard penis to her wet slit and thrust forward.
*Plop*, the glans once again parted her swollen labia and entered Zhang Qin's body!
The moment his penis entered, Zhang Qin let out a muffled groan.
Zhang Qin frowned, clenched her teeth, and tried hard to suppress her moans. She realized that the more she cried out…
Zhao An fucked her harder, but the feeling of fullness inside her vagina was so painful; not crying out made it even worse!
Zhao An read these hidden messages on her face, and his lower body began to move.
He slowly thrust in and out, his thick penis rubbing against her tender vaginal walls, waves of pleasure spreading throughout Zhang Qin's body.
Her clenched teeth loosened, and a seductive moan filled the room, "Oh...ah...gently...ah...gently...it's too big...oh...let me slow down...ah...it's too big...mmm...gently...ah..."
His large hand grasped Zhang Qin's large breasts, looking down as his penis moved in and out of her pink labia, the sensation indescribable.
Tight and wet, enveloped in layers of warmth, it was indescribable. Zhang Qin wasn't a virgin anymore, but she was so tight.
She had very little experience; this was a real find. He could explore her potential properly later.
Slap slap slap!
The dance studio echoed with the sounds of flesh colliding and a woman's panting, a mixture of pain and boundless pleasure—clearly, she was experiencing intense pleasure from being violated.
No woman could withstand this kind of defilement.
Even with rough movements, skilled sexual techniques could bring a woman to multiple orgasms.
Zhao An draped Zhang Qin's long legs over his shoulders, watching his penis brutally violate her. He began each thrust with all his might, his twenty-centimeter penis plunging all the way to the very end of Zhang Qin's vagina.
Amidst the frenzied movements of Zhao An's iron rod, the intense slapping sounds were interspersed with Zhang Qin's desperate screams.