It’s Airplane-jie’s fault. They’ve been going all afternoon thanks to Luo Binghe’s insatiable stamina. The first time, Binghe came just from humping Shen Qingqiu’s thigh. Like a dog! Completely unbefitting of a lesbian harem protagonist! She was wet and scalding hot, panting into the crook of the bitten-up skin of Shen Qingqiu’s neck and mouthing anywhere she could reach. Truly, Luo Binghe’s tongue would be capable of terrible things once she figured out how to use it – not that Shen Qingqiu would know. She’d only read a twenty-million word love letter to said tongue. What was there to know?

The second and third times, Binghe had come from her own fingers. 

“May this disciple touch you?” She had pleaded from her place between the curve of Shen Qingqiu’s breasts. Lower down, her hand was jammed down between her legs, uncoordinated but enthusiastic. “Please, please, may I touch you, Shizun?”

Really! Who taught this girl?

“. . . You have to agree to follow my lead,” Shen Qingqiu had acquiesced. It should’ve taken less thought than it did. She wasn’t even a lesbian! It was probably just Binghe’s irresistible chick magnet golden finger that had her clenching her thighs, desperate for friction.

Binghe’s fourth orgasm was the last before Shen Qingqiu lost count. The image of her disciple’s dark head between her thighs was heady and syrupy in her stomach. Binghe was crying onto her mons pubis, nuzzling Shen Qingqiu’s hair and laving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses anywhere she could – inner thighs, vulva, and the soft skin of the perineum. When she closed her mouth around where Shen Qingqiu needed it most and sucked – well, was she supposed to be keeping count? She couldn’t see anything but loose curls spilling over jade skin, spilling sunlight painting her gorgeous disciple in gold.

Now she’s sore, chafed beyond belief, and covered in saliva. There! Are! Hickies! On! Her! Breasts! Airplane, why!?

Still, the rise and fall of Binghe’s chest isn’t all that bad – she’s really grown in every possible way. Doesn’t her back hurt? It’s unrealistic! How does it make any sense for breasts to be so big? And soft?

. . . Binghe’s insatiable libido might be rubbing off on her.

Teaching really is a thankless job. She’ll have to focus on Binghe’s manners going forward. “If you want to go again,” Shen Qingqiu says sourly. “You need to use your words.”