Chapter 3: A Hundred Thousand Whys

After morning self-study ended, Zhou Zhuang watched Wang Liyang bustle off while packing his things, and he cursed that bastard inwardly for being so slut-struck he’d betray a friend for pussy.

Before self-study, Wang Liyang had suddenly dropped his usual loutish act and flatly refused Su Shiyi’s request, solemnly declaring that Zhou Zhuang was his deskmate of two years, his good classmate and good buddy, that he had led him to study advanced ideas and set lofty ambitions, and that he would never leave.

That made Zhou Zhuang blush and feel moved all over again. He really hadn’t misjudged him; today Wang Liyang was Zhou Zhuang’s sworn brother from a different mother.

Unless... there was a condition. Add me as a friend.

Su Shiyi blinked, then smiled. Zhou Zhuang frowned in bitter indignation.

Before she left, Wang Liyang wore a smug look that said, "This was earned with my own skills, so the deposit from before can be considered a bargain for you." It made Zhou Zhuang grind his teeth with hatred. What bad luck in the people he’d met, what terrible judgment!

“Why change seats?” When Su Shiyi finished packing and sat down, Zhou Zhuang turned his head and couldn’t help asking.

“I’ve already asked around. You’re the class study rep, so helping classmates improve their grades is your responsibility. I’m not good at studying, so sit with me and tutor me, okay?”

As she spoke, she leaned slightly toward him, a little too far beyond the safe distance he had in mind.

Zhou Zhuang panicked, shot a glance at his girlfriend’s side, and saw that she was looking this way too. His unease only grew, and he couldn’t help scooting his stool back to widen the distance.

She seemed to really like his reaction, keeping that smile on her face without letting it fade.

“Fine, then it’s settled. We’ll only talk about studying.”

“What, you want to talk about something else with me?” Her sidelong glance drifted, almost absentmindedly, toward She Yujun, and her tone carried a trace of teasing.

Zhou Zhuang didn’t answer. This girl was wrapped in thick fog; he couldn’t see through her. Getting close to her felt like walking through a swamp in heavy mist, where one wrong step could drag him into the mud and leave him ruined beyond repair.

The bell rang, and everyone watched Teacher Zhang walk from the door to the podium.

“I’d love to talk to you about something else.”

“You...” Just as he was about to demand an explanation, he found Su Shiyi already sitting up straight, looking at the teacher and the blackboard. Zhou Zhuang realized class had started and bit back the rest of his words.

This class was English. Teacher Zhang Min, who taught the subject, wasn’t exactly gorgeous, but her figure was a huge plus. The denim jeans she liked to wear showed off her full hips and long, straight legs, carrying a mature appeal that these inexperienced girls couldn’t hope to match.

The pale skin of her waist that peeked out while she wrote on the board had plenty of boys in the class secretly fantasizing, and Zhou Zhuang was no exception.

But today, whether it was English class or the English teacher herself, he had no interest anymore.

Zhou Zhuang drifted off into space and muddled through the first class, while Su Shiyi acted as if nothing had happened, chatting enthusiastically with the classmates in front of her. Zhou Zhuang had a stomach full of things to say, but no chance to interrupt, and he was miserable.

By the time the second class ended, leaving a half-hour break, Zhou Zhuang felt it was enough time to make things clear with Su Shiyi. In the end, she didn’t give him a chance to open his mouth at all and shot out of her seat in a blur.

He didn’t know what she said to She Yujun, but under his stunned gaze the two of them held hands and walked out of the classroom.

Zhou Zhuang had originally wanted to follow them and peek at what was going on, but Su Shiyi turned back and glared at him, the warning in her eyes unmistakable.

His little scheme had been seen through. He couldn’t beat that fox spirit, so all he could do was find Wang Liyang, that useless bastard, and curse him out to blow off steam.

By the time Su Shiyi came back, it was already time for class. Zhou Zhuang had a stomach full of questions and nowhere to put them. After thinking it over, he came up with a primitive way to chat in class from childhood: passing notes.

“Why did you kiss my ear?”

Su Shiyi looked at the scrap paper he handed over, covered her mouth, and laughed. Her eyes held a sly glint as she picked up her pen and played this nostalgic game with him.

“Guess.”

“What did you tell Yujun?”

“Go ask her.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“To fuck you.”

Those last two words nearly sent Zhou Zhuang tumbling under the desk. Back when it was him and Wang Liyang teasing girls, they’d ask female classmates things like, “What two characters put together hurt when they’re separated but feel good?” and watch the girls look baffled or blush shyly, just to satisfy their sick little hobby. But today he’d been teased back by a female lech.

Su Shiyi glanced at the teacher writing on the board. While Zhou Zhuang was writing, she leaned in and put her mouth by his ear, kissing it before he could react and pull away.

“I’m serious. Want to try?”

This girl was a snake! Zhou Zhuang’s mind exploded.

Like the serpent in Eden seducing Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, she was both the snake and the tempting fruit. An angel’s face and a devil’s words fit her so perfectly it was absurd.

Zhou Zhuang couldn’t believe that the well-mannered, poised girl from yesterday could be so shameless now. Why was she like this?

Was this her true nature?

How many people had she seduced before?

What exactly did she want?

Shock, anger, confusion, fear, regret, disgust - Zhou Zhuang’s feelings were a tangled mess. He let the pen in his hand fall in defeat. When you can’t make sense of a person or a thing, it’s best not to get too close to it; otherwise the outcome might be pieces and fragments, or being dragged into an abyss.

The sun slowly vanished between the distant mountains, and the dusky night began. Zhou Zhuang, weighed down by his thoughts, didn’t interact with Su Shiyi again. He also listened to only one sentence out of every ten in class during the day, and the rest went in one ear and out the other.

Su Shiyi, on the other hand, kept chatting with She Yujun as if nothing had happened, and from time to time their laughter rang out. In less than a day, the two of them were already as close as bosom friends.

Zhou Zhuang was certain she had an ulterior motive in getting close to his girlfriend, but he couldn’t find any excuse to stop his girlfriend from associating with her. He couldn’t very well say he’d been kissed by her after only one day, and without hard evidence, She Yujun might even think he was having a delusion.

What a miserable headache this was.

Once evening self-study started, Zhou Zhuang couldn’t write a single word of his homework. His head was full of whys. Today he’d been completely handled by Su Shiyi, every move she made had exceeded his expectations, and he had a urge to flip through the answer key. The exam she’d set was all beyond the syllabus.

Too bad the only answer sheet for those questions was hidden in the way she opened her head.

Evening self-study classes couldn’t really be used for lecturing, so they were usually pretty boring. The discipline in Zhou Zhuang’s class was decent, and some teachers would secretly slip out for a breath of fresh air, disappearing for the whole evening being the norm.

With no one watching the whole room, Su Shiyi looked at Zhou Zhuang, who hadn’t managed to write a single stroke in his workbook for ages, and leaned closer to ask in a low voice.

“You seem really bothered. What are you thinking about?”

He glared at her without replying, treating it as silent protest.

“I know you’re thinking about me.” With that sly smile, those hazy eyes, and that seductive tone, she had turned into a fox.

“You’re thinking about why I keep teasing you, and whether I’m some filthy girl.” Ignoring Zhou Zhuang’s silence, she said it with complete confidence.

His pen trembled in his hand, and then his whole body started shaking too.

Her hand had pressed onto his crotch!

“I’m a filthy girl.” She stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and gave him a bedroom-eyed look.

“What are you doing!” He couldn’t hold back; his voice came out a little too loud and drew the attention of the people around them. He hurriedly coughed twice to cover it up.

Her hand didn’t leave as he had expected. Instead, it rubbed him skillfully, instantly igniting the blood and heat in a teenage body that still knew how to burn.

“Don’t move. Take your hand away.” Zhou Zhuang twisted sideways and grabbed her arm.

“Okay.”

At that, Zhou Zhuang felt his heart and the hand on her arm both loosen for a split second, before the next heartbeat made his whole body tense up again, perfectly still.

“You...”

“You didn’t say where to take it from.” With the summer pants being fairly loose, her ambush easily closed around his hard cock.

The cool, silky touch made it swell even more despite himself.

Her fingers slipped his foreskin back and traced the groove under the corona and the slit at the tip with practiced ease. The slight sting was there, but more than that was an uncontrollable shiver; pleasure burst through his body like a landslide.

“Quit screwing around, do you want to die?” Zhou Zhuang was already twisting so much he couldn’t sit still. His stool scraped across the floor, drawing a few more glances.

Luckily, he was in the back corner, and his body blocked the angle that would expose them. Only if someone looked down could they see the dirty little thing the two of them were doing under the desk.

His mind flashed back to the video from yesterday.

Dancing on a wire, walking the line between heaven and hell and life and death, pleasure, shame, and worry all fermenting together until he felt dizzy with a kind of intoxication.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier. He wanted to say more to her, but the moment he opened his mouth he realized he couldn’t control the volume anymore, and the hand that had grabbed her arm had gone slack as well.

Su Shiyi seemed to read his mind. She tapped the draft paper on the desk, then took advantage of the moment to slide her hand down from the head of his cock and fondle his two heavy balls.

Feeling his balls being kneaded, she used her fingers with expert pressure and caresses. Zhou Zhuang’s body arched up, then he leaned over the desk and kept writing, but his mind was already drowned by the surging rush of pleasure. His strokes had gone crooked, and it took him nearly a minute to write six characters.

“Stop, I can’t hold it.”

Su Shiyi stared at Zhou Zhuang. His expression was as twisted as his handwriting. She bit her lower lip, then after confirming no one was watching, kissed his ear.

“Watch for me. Don’t let us get caught.”

A warm voice poured into his ear canal. Before Zhou Zhuang even understood what she meant, his lower body went cool as it slipped free of the pants and her soft hand, then warm again as it sank into a damp, tight channel.

His penis entered the tightly wrapped tunnel and instinctively wanted to go deeper.

Every time Su Shiyi took him in and out, she went deep-throat, driving Zhou Zhuang’s movements larger and larger. The wet, smacking sounds of saliva were especially abrupt in the quiet classroom.

A few suspicious looks drifted over. Realizing something was off, the two of them stopped in perfect tacit agreement.

In a flash of inspiration, Zhou Zhuang pretended he was overheated and parched, smacking his lips a few times. He took off his jacket, put it on his lap, and covered Su Shiyi’s head with it.

He had almost been caught...

But damn, it really was hot.

The sweat on his back from the tension, the saliva on his cock from her sucking, the pre-cum leaking from the slit when he got excited - Zhou Zhuang felt as if he’d fallen into an endless sea, instinctively reaching for the only driftwood he had as desire and fear tried to swallow him whole.

That driftwood was Su Shiyi beneath him.

She also noticed that his grip on her arm was getting tighter and tighter. Afraid of exposing them, she didn’t dare suck hard like before. She could only take the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue darting quickly and skillfully over the tip and the groove, while her hand dragged at the generous softness inside Zhou Zhuang’s shirt, giving him even more stimulation.

Was this her chest? Why wasn’t she wearing a bra? When did she take it off?

A huge soft fullness filled his hand, with only one hard little bud protruding from it.

One palm wasn’t nearly enough to hold it all.

The stimulation below him grew stronger and stronger. Under her teasing, skillful tongue, the numb tingling gradually turned into an urge to spurt.

The snow-white, delicate breast in his hand was kneaded by him unconsciously into all sorts of strange shapes.

Feeling him unable to control the way he thrust his hips upward, Su Shiyi knew he was close. She sped up the licking at the base of his glans and gripped the root of his cock, pumping hard.

The volcano in Zhou Zhuang’s lower body began to erupt violently. The unprecedented stimulation made this release wildly satisfying, and the two of them worked together with perfect tacit understanding. Every time he shot, she would gently press his ammunition depot once, loading the next round; the target was her lips, already full of his saliva and semen.

Zhou Zhuang covered his own mouth. The muffled groan of bliss almost gave them away. Guiltily, he looked around and silently thanked God that no one was paying attention. Panting hard, he tried to pull the man-eating enchantress out from under his clothes, but his hand was shaking weakly because his vitality had been drained from his body, leaving him looking like a fox spirit had sucked him dry.

She didn’t move, just kept licking the cock in her mouth even after he’d finished, making sure no more liquid was coming out before she sucked hard at his sensitive tip and sucked his soul halfway out of his body.

Su Shiyi took off the jacket, lifted her head, and met Zhou Zhuang’s eyes. Her watery gaze was full of desire, as if this absurd act had brought her to orgasm too.

That seductive, lazy look made it hard for him to look away.

She parted her lips slightly, revealing the thick, milky white fluid that was about to overflow from her mouth, and under his unbelieving stare she made a swallowing motion, then stuck out her tongue at him with a smile to announce the end of this bout of passion.

Aside from a little liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth and the faint musky smell hanging in the air, there was no evidence left of this absurd game.

That filthy scene made Zhou Zhuang’s half-soft cock harden up again.

She wasn’t just a snake; she was also a fox spirit, a succubus, someone who could easily stir his desire, find all his weak points, and make him cum himself empty in the heights of bliss.

If she were his girlfriend, he’d be waking up laughing in his dreams. But she’d only known him for one day, and she turned her nose up at every other boy. Why had she picked me of all people?

Why, on the very first day we sat together, had she already crossed the line with me?

And in a classroom full of people, no less...

Was she really born this shameless...

Come to think of it, he hadn’t even resisted that much...

Like a star at the end of its life, a helium flash is followed by a dead-silent white dwarf; after the intense burst comes utter exhaustion. Zhou Zhuang took a long time to regain control of his body.

She had both hands propped under her cheeks, looking at something he couldn’t tell, and hadn’t bothered to respond to him at all. It seemed like she was still digesting that moment of passion too.

The hundred thousand why’s in his heart finally got their answer when the first evening self-study period ended. With a faint blush that still wouldn’t go away, Su Shiyi handed him a line.

“Leave the classroom in a minute. Come with me.”