Chapter 198 198: Oh, Dear, I Can't Stand It
"WTF, is this photoshopped? Sweet baby kissing that dog???"
"And a fucking French kiss. Is there something wrong with my eyes? Damn, they've gotten to this point."
"Who said bootlickers end up with nothing? This guy finally got what he wanted."
"He's just poor. Now that he has a little money, he's aggressive. I don't know how many women he's slept with in the past three years."
"Oh my god, is this official? The bootlicker's counterattack is so fierce."
"That's really something. If it were me, three years? I don't have that kind of patience. I'd have blocked her after being strung along for three days."
Abigail chuckled and said, "You finally got the beauty. Congrats. I was thinking of going to have some fun, but why is your classroom empty?"
"Senior Abigail, classes are suspended because of what happened earlier," Tina replied, looking at Abigail cautiously.
Even though the person in front of her was the school's famously gay girl, Tina's sensitivity picked up a hint of jealousy in Abigail's tone.
"I see. Well, Ryan, are you free? I'd like to talk to you about yesterday," Abigail said, smiling at the two of them.
Though she didn't know the details, Tina understood that Ryan had grown accustomed to the gentleness and understanding of those two top-tier green tea girls. Naturally, she couldn't perform worse than them.
She let go of Ryan's hand and said considerately, "Ryan, if you have something to do, go ahead."
Feeling inexplicably awkward around her, Ryan nodded and followed Abigail.
It was class time now. Apart from their suspended class, only seniors still heading to the teaching building were around.
Unexpectedly, Abigail led Ryan back to one of the teachers' dormitories. She swiped her access card and opened the door effortlessly, humming a little tune with amusement in her eyes.
Ryan was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Why do you live here?"
Though it was an old dormitory building, students and teachers had always been strictly separated. How was there an exception here?
"I lived in the student dorms at first, but my supervisor got tired of the complaints and arranged a single room here for me," Abigail said, sticking out her tongue sheepishly.
Ryan asked dumbly, "What complaints?"
He regretted it immediately. Given her notorious reputation, why even ask?
"Molesting female students, climbing into her roommate's bed, groping classmates in the showers."
Abigail led the way while grinning mischievously. "Honestly, I'm not that lustful. I just wanted to see if my sexual orientation was completely off track."
"It got out of hand once. There was this cute, shy girl who seemed a little curious."
"I cornered her in a shower stall, kissed her, touched her breasts, and fingered her until she came uncontrollably and screamed. By the time people gathered to watch, my hand was still inside her."
"After she came, she saw everyone staring and ran off crying..."
Abigail sighed dramatically as she opened the old wooden door. "She didn't report me, but others made a fuss, saying I was too dangerous to stay in the girls' dorm."
"That's why my mentor moved me here!"
Ryan laughed and scolded, "You deserved it. Playing with an innocent girl like that in a crowded shower? Even ghosts would be scared of you."
Abigail smiled elegantly. "I saw her a few times after that. She always avoided me but seemed conflicted. I think she liked it."
Ryan shook his head, thinking her mentor's reasoning was simple—he just wanted her to graduate and leave ASAP.
Considering Abigail's actions and reputation, expulsion wasn't necessary, but keeping her around was a disaster.
The teacher's single room was naturally better—a double bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and an ensuite bathroom with a small washing machine. It was much cleaner than their rented place in the urban village.
Ryan kicked off his shoes and flopped onto her bed, breathing in the faint feminine scent. Licking his lips, he asked, "How did your talk with your mom go last night?"
Abigail smirked, pulled out her phone, and said coyly, "I meant to send this last night, but I fell asleep and forgot."
"Hey, check this out!"
She fiddled with her phone for a moment before handing it to Ryan. Several nearly identical photos appeared on the screen.
The room's dim night light made the images slightly blurry. The phone's low resolution and the sneaky angle made the shots shaky.
In the photo, Abigail spread her long, beautiful legs while Ubaya, clearly also naked, tied up her hair, clutched Abigail's thighs, and buried her face between them.
She was unmistakably eating Abigail out, her expression one of intoxicated pleasure.
Seeing this, Ryan's blood boiled. The arousal Tina's earlier blowjob had stirred in him flared up again.
He swallowed hard and asked, "She should be happy you're with a man now. Why would she—"
"I couldn't help it..."
Abigail's face flushed as if reliving the sensation. She climbed onto the bed and nestled into Ryan's arms.
In broad daylight, alone together, discussing such erotic topics—
Holding the soft, fragrant beauty in his arms and remembering how incredible sex with her had felt, Ryan couldn't resist yanking off her T-shirt.
Abigail panted in cooperation, unhooked her bra, and let her firm, perky breasts spring free.
Ryan lost control, grabbing them before burying his face in her snowy cleavage, licking and sucking greedily.
Abigail moaned as her trembling hand slipped into Ryan's pants, stroking his hardening cock.
"The door's locked..."
Her voice was a sultry whisper as she eagerly helped Ryan out of his clothes.
Ryan didn't hold back, sucking her pink nipples while stripping off her pants.
The bed felt a bit cramped for their heights, but their bodies pressed together, hands roaming, lips locked in a passionate kiss.
The slow burn of desire, the heat building between them—it was a beauty that made escape impossible.
"Oh, dear, I can't stand it..."
As long as the woman has a good figure in the woman-on-top position, you can lie there and enjoy the beauty of her tight and tender pussy, and you will also enjoy a pleasing scenery.
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