Chapter 17. Chen Jiashu, Why Are You Scratching So Much / Tearing Up the Stockings (play) H

Chen Jiashu was like a poison that was hard to kick once you were hooked.

  

She came over last night, and tonight, Chen Du was lying alone in bed with his arms empty. He tossed and turned for a long time. The room next door was quiet outside the window. The air conditioner was blowing in the room, but his heart was as hot as ants. When he finally fell asleep restlessly, he dreamt of some indescribably charming and blurred scenes.

  

Chen Du woke up in the early morning. The light was shining through the window, and in the white of his vision, he vaguely saw a familiar figure standing on the terrace outside the window.

  

He thought he was seeing things, so he blinked hard, lifted the covers, and sat up. He turned his head to stare out the window.

  

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She jumped down from the swing. Her silk stockings were soaked in the light, tinged with a glistening, translucent bone-like feeling. Her hair was fluttering, and she walked over with the breeze, step by step, as if stepping on his heart. She walked to his window and sat on the edge, looking down at him from a distance of a desk.

  

She was sitting on the window sill, and her body appeared as if it was a beautiful silhouette only found in movie pictorials, as white as jade, with the neckline wide open. The fabric was tight, with the two delicate, full globes of her bre*sts squeezing out deep furrows that hung like pink peaches.

  

The practise uniform tightly outlined her delicate waist and buttocks, and today, instead of deliberately cutting off the crotch, she wore a proper pair of white stockings for ballet. She was wrapped tightly with her knees together, sitting upright. Yet she was so criminally attractive, fresh and full of life.

  

Was this how she usually looked in the dance studio at school? Chen Du’s breathing was instantly ragged, and his d*ck, hidden under the blanket, raised its head, accompanied by a strong feeling of jealousy in his heart as he looked up.

  

He remembered the rows of covetous and prying eyes outside the classroom and the figure of her walking around the campus in her tank top. He was so annoyed that he wanted to pull her down and f*ck her immediately, so that she could not walk out of the room.

  

It was only when he got closer that he noticed Chen Jiashu’s cheeks were very red.

  

It was not like the blush of make-up, but rather like she was trying to hold something in, with a flush of pink. She was sweating abnormally, wet from her forehead to her neck. Her eyes were also misty and unfocused. She tilted her head slightly and half-closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as she looked at him.

  

As her eyes looked down at him, she curled her lips into a slight smile and slowly opened her legs toward him.

  

The centre of her legs was damp and spreading from the small piece in the crotch of her white stockings.

  

Under his gaze, the milk from the flower hole hidden in the stockings flowed even more happily. The wet area of the crotch grew so large that it could barely be contained, and there was a vague tendency to split between the two legs. She began to gasp softly, and the blush spread to her neck.

  

Chen Du was so stunned for a moment that he stopped breathing almost instantly. In the dead air around him, apart from the sound of his own heartbeat, he also heard a faint vibrating sound coming from Chen Jiashu’s lower body.

  

A string in his mind was snapped by the vibrating sound. He threw off the blanket, got off the bed, and strode over to her, sweeping aside the books and papers on the desk. He carried her down from the window sill and placed her on the desk. On the table, he opened her legs with his big palms and saw the small, round, vibrating head, which was tightly attached to the stockings and showed its shape through the stockings.

  

Chen Jiashu was lying on her back on the desk. With her back pressed against the cold desk, her body instinctively cowered. Her two legs curled together, only to have Chen Du forcefully pull them apart again.

  

He easily parted her legs to the sides, lifting them into a straight line, and pushed his bulging bottom forward against her. It pushed the half-exposed vibrator back through the stockings with such force that it slammed straight back into her, and a dull, dull, watery sound emanated from their connected bottoms.

  

“Uh ……”

  

A hoarse whimper spilled from Chan Jiashu’s throat, and tears were knocked out of her eyes, half dripping down the corners of her eyes, half still hanging in their sockets as she stared up at him, broken and confused.

  

Chen Du’s jaw was tense, his d*ck was rubbing against the vibrator, changing direction in circles. The vibrator was still going, picking at the inside of her hole, biting from the outside to the deep inside. He softly rammed it inside her, one deep and shallow stroke at a time, asking, “Where’s the remote?”

  

“Here it is, here ……”

  

Chen Jiashu, under the repeated shock of his d*ck, could only gasp for breath. She closed her eyes, shivering to lift her hand towards Chen Du, but under his repeated ramming, her arm could only fall unstably.

  

Chen Du simply ripped open her clothes. The v-neckline was torn to two sides, and her entire upper body was exposed instantly. Two tender bre*sts bounced out like rabbits, and the remote control was under her clothes.

  

As his eyes darkened, he slid his hand onto her tender left bre*st and played with it. With a glance at the remote control, he turned it to the maximum setting.

  

Chen Jiashu reacted violently and immediately wriggled, like a sultry mermaid, her hips swinging and her small waist going back and forth. Her two white t*ts bobbed incessantly before his eyes.

  

“No mmm …… Ah ……!”

  

He leaned down and clutched her lips before she could utter a sound, kissing her scream into the cavity of his lips.

  

He buried his head and nibbled on her delicate pink lips. His ears were filled with the sound of frantic, tangled lips, teeth, and water, mixed with the loud vibration and electric sound. He tossed the remote control aside and covered her bre*sts with both hands, playing with her fragrant, tingling n*pples. He thumbed it delicately before lowering his head, listening to her lowered moans as she curled into his arms.

  

His parents’ room was just a corridor away from his. The alarm clock on the desk was nearing seven o’clock, and Wen Yun and Chen Jinan were likely to be up at any moment. At any moment, footsteps would be coming out of the master bedroom.

  

The sky was clear and bright, and occasionally a few bird calls flew across the terrace outside the window, all of which made Chen Du’s heart skip a beat.

  

The pleasure of the backdrop almost burned through him. The more taboo it was, the crazier he became. He battered her soft bre*sts in a torrent of love, slamming his d*ck against the vibrating egg. He rammed it again and again. Her eyes were unfocused and her entire body was soaked in the swoon of love he was giving her.

  

The head of his d*ck pushed into the round, narrow opening through the fabric, and the egg was pushed to a horrific depth, vibrating into the thin, soft cavity of her uterus. Intense waves of sourness came up from her lower body, “Dying, oh ……” Chen Jiashu wailed, biting her lip and shaking her head, “That’s enough, uh-huh… Idiot, you’re killing me.”

  

Her teary eyes were misty and her two long legs coiled around his waist, hanging tightly, like slippery snakes circling him firmly. She shook her head and kept shouting ‘no more’. Her upper body was curled and arched, and half of her fair body was flushed with a fine glistening sheen. She was f*cked to the extreme. Her lower body stiffened and choked with spasms.

  

“…… Ah!”

  

Her flower hole gushed out large amounts of obscene water, and the already moist centre was now flooded with water. There was so much water that the fabric could not absorb it and it dripped down her leg instead. There was too much and it was so fast that a small bundle poured out through the stockings and outwards.

  

She gasped and org*smed. The little bundle of obscene water was splattering on Chen Du’s pyjamas, so he lifted his hand and casually removed his clothes, throwing them on the floor. Then, he took hold of her thin ankles again, one in each hand, his eyes looking straight into her muddy, flooded centre.

  

The egg was still buzzing around inside of her. Chen Jiashu reluctantly opened her eyes to see the lean figure of the teenager in front of her. Her eyes moved up along the firm, tight compound muscles. His protruding Adam’s apple rolled up and down as he looked at her with a blunt, hot gaze.

  

“So soon?”

  

His voice was even more rough, with the distinctive coolness of a teenager’s voice. His large, powerful palm ran up her thighs to along her ankle, erotically caressing the soft flesh all the way to the heart of her lehs.

  

His calluses, formed from holding the tennis ball between the web of his fingers all year-round, stuck close to her tender skin, his palm holding her cum-stained swinging thighs covered in stockings. Hit by a shortness of breath, Chen Jiashu’s scalp was about to explode. 

  

“Hands off… uh!”

  

She wanted to tell him to stop touching her, but Chen Du suddenly pulled both hands outward, tearing off her loose stockings, and her entire wet, shiny, red p*ssy was exposed.

  

The traces of passion from her last time were still there. Her p*ssy was swollen and her soft lips were red from the fabric and his fingers. The pink, narrow flower hole was stretched open in a small movement, and the inside of her p*ssy was trembling, opening and closing, spitting out small gulps of water after her orgasm had passed.

  

Chen Du pushed his fingers inside, hooked the vibrating egg out, and held it wetly in his hand. He narrowed his eyes for a moment before raising the egg to her.

  

“Something so small can make you come?” Chen Du smiled coldly and pressed the vibrating egg on the tips of her bre*sts. Not surprisingly, she shuddered again, hunching her shoulders and writhing, and her n*pples turned purplish-red.

  

“Yeah, especially great. If you don’t believe me, why don’t you try it?” Chen Jiashu forced her mouth to choke those words out. She just loved to seek death, so even if death was imminent, she still had to provoke him.

  

Chen Du’s forehead veins pulsated with joy. He tossed the jumping egg aside and propped both hands on her side, pressing her shoulders. He lowered his head to grip her n*pples and sucked heavily. His lips sucked fiercely, and his upper and lower teeth clenched and bit her ruthlessly. “Chen Jiashu, why are you scratching so much?”