Chapter 67. Chen Jiashu Drove Him Crazy. (h)

Chen Du locked the sheath in the boiler room with a soft “snap”. They were left alone in the narrow space, so quiet that they could hear each other breathing very close to each other.

Chen Jiashu leaned against the wall with her hands propped up. Her head was tilted up and her mouth was still panting. Her eyes were lost in thought, still a little baffled while her mind echoed with Chen Du’s arrogant and domineering, crazy words from just now. “What the hell ……”

“How about screwing you right here?” Chen Du locked the door and took a step across. He turned her body around and pinned her down while his hand went down to continue what he hadn’t finished earlier.

He lifted her up, parted her legs and ran them from heel to ankle, then from ankle to along the fleshy side of the butt, back to the centre of her legs. He hooked aside and pulled it down, roughly and eagerly stroking both buttocks.

The rough palms of his hands pinched the flesh of her ass and parted it to the sides, holding her up a little more to reveal the shiny, wet lips of her p*ssy soaked with lust water.

The light in the boiler room was an old tungsten lamp. It was dim and dark, putting an erotic filter on her flesh. Chen Jiashu’s thighs were sore, her knees were weak, and her eyes were scattered by the penetration. They were empty and hazy, looking at Chen Du. It was a pure and unconscious seduction. He pinched her thin waist in his hands, and her flower hole was huffing and puffing out water.

His hand was stirring. Two long fingers drove straight in, fast in and fast out, and the tender little p*ssy was inserted with a watery sound. When his finger withdrew, it brought out the obscene water that splashed all over her thighs and flowed down her ass.

“Mmmm ah ……” Chen Jiashu couldn’t help murmuring and that tight feeling came from inside her. She gasped and tilted her head back. She saw a mirror on the ceiling, squared off, reflecting their bodies together from top to bottom.

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The tiny fleshy p*ssy was wrapped in his full palm and his nimble fingers were poking through the vagina. They scraped and stirred around the lips inside and out. His thumb pressed against the choked up little fleshy cl*t, twisting it with bad intentions. He pinched it like it was a fruit. When he saw the redness bursting out, he let out a low chuckle, twisting and thwarting the narrow hole with glee, “Your mounds are getting bigger, and so is this place, right? “

The intense pleasure attacked her whole body from her cl*toris to the top of her head like a lightning bolt. Her body rose up in the air and Chen Jiashu’s mind went blank. The small hole instinctively struggled to escape, and her body trembled.

He wrenched her legs and pulled her back again, “Let’s see, where else has it not gotten bigger?”

His palm rubbed coarsely and erotically over the soft flesh of her buttocks, giving it a light, not too heavy pat, “Here, it’s thin; there’s no meat left.” His voice was low, like he was talking to himself, with unconscious heartache.

Chen Jiashu practiced dancing very hard, and the two of them hadn’t really done it for a long time. When she wanted it, Chen Du would poke her with his hand. His long, slender middle finger would stab directly into the deepest part, inserting it into the scratchy heart to stop her heat. He would poke her until she came with one hand at a time.

Sometimes he also used his mouth, holding the lips of her c*nt and licking around. His nose would press against her cl*t, as it tingled like a gun. It was more moving than direct tongue licking. He would press the lustful, fleshy beads standing upright, back again and again, pressing it until it was engorged with blood. Then he would go up with his mouth and sip on it. His powerful tongue would push into the hole, poking and licking. He hooked the hit flesh of her flower hole and sucked it out. He sucked until she shook her shoulders and cried, screaming no more, no more in agitation, and twisting her thin waist. The tears flowed out and she would c*m in front of him, all over his mouth and face.

Chen Du was reluctant to enter her. He had been afraid that if he did too much, it would affect her state. At the same time, he was a little angry, deliberately wanting to hang Chen Jiashu first for a period of time.

Whether Chen Jiashu was hooked or not, he didn’t know.But nevertheless,  he could not hang himself first. He was half dead with jealousy from the obsessive gazes cast around him on the stage. He wanted to rush up and cover up Chen Jiashu’s arms, wrap her whole body in a quilt and take her away, so that no one could see her, and no one was allowed to see a single strand of hair.

Everyone was looking at her.

She was beautiful on stage, wearing a black swan ballet dress. She was not a person wearing clothes and not clothes wearing a person. It was more like if the black rose directly out of her slender white limbs. Her toes seemed to be soft without bones, moving step by step like stepping on the flower petals. When she turned around, her fair, natural face under her crown revealed her forehead. She looked extremely elegant and beautiful.

No matter how difficult the judges’ eyes were, when they fell on her, they became soft and gentle, turning into yearning.

The stage was a million times more stunning than he expected it to be.

Chen Jiashu was born for ballet; she was born to stand on stage and be loved by all.

Chen Du realised this early on. He wanted many people to love her. She could have lots and lots of love. He wanted everyone to see Chen Jiashu, and at the same time he wanted Chen Jiashu to have eyes only for him; just his love alone.

He often drove himself crazy because of this.

It was all Chen Jiashu.

Chen Jiashu drove him crazy.

Her p*ssy was thoroughly f*cked by his fingers, and her flower hole was gushing with lust. Water dripped down between thrusts and her c*nt lips clung to his knuckles. They were mooched and squeezed, opening and closing with a sticky, watery sound.

“It’s better to shout more down there than up there.”

He gave a short, low laugh, patting the vulnerable, tight vaginal opening. His eyes lowered to talk to her flowering p*ssy, “Keep it down, you’re going to be heard.”

The sound of heels from earlier turned into the ladies’ room next door and now it rang out, taking a few steps to turn on the tap. The sound of the water clattering next door carried through a wall into the open water room here.

Chen Du pushed her up against the wall, “Do you know who this person is?”

Chen Jiashu’s back was pressed against the wall. Her drunken eyes were sunken and her face was red as she bit her lower lip and glanced backwards carelessly.

Chen Du took her lips and swung her head back, “It’s Professor Xu.”

“She’s looking for you.”

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