TIL - 13

When Wen Huo returned to her dorm, Qiu Mingyun wasn’t there. The empty room, the dim moon, seemed very quiet, or perhaps it was just her environment, having filtered out all extraneous noise, simply composing this night.

She loved empty rooms, loved the sense of solitude where the world seemed to contain only herself. During this period, she had been busy with her thesis and hadn’t enjoyed this feeling of solitude. If she didn’t pass, it would truly be letting herself down.

She had talent, but talent didn’t equal an endless stream of inspiration. Occasionally, she would go to the adjacent applied physics lab to help out and seek some insights.

The lab director was a Frenchman who seemed amiable but was actually selfish and a bit stingy. His own people were tired of being bossed around, so he sought out Wen Huo.

Wen Huo agreed to help him with odd jobs, conducting tests outside her own field, because applied physics and theoretical physics, at a certain level, were interconnected and closely related, allowing her to reshape her thinking.

Another reason was that the director was quite a prominent figure and certainly capable; he might be able to help her publish articles.

Around six o’clock, he called Wen Huo over and asked her to help organize some bills. In return, he gave her a well-worn copy of “Max Planck & Niels Bohr” — the original English version of Max Planck and Niels Bohr’s quantum theories.

It was a collection of Max Planck’s quantum theory and Niels Bohr’s line spectrum quantum theory.

Wen Huo had read it before, but still accepted it.

She sat down and casually opened the book, finding a young Max Planck’s photo tucked inside. He was truly handsome; even in black and white, with low-resolution pixels, it couldn’t hide his dashing charm.

As she looked, she thought of Shen Cheng. Shen Cheng had become a businessman. If he had persevered in academia, a hundred years from now, would he also be an object of adoration for girls who loved physics, just like Planck?

But if he had continued with academic research, he probably wouldn’t be as popular with girls as he was now, unlike her male classmates and senior fellows.

She also recalled Qiu Mingyun’s fantasies about Shen Cheng. Indeed, Shen Cheng, if not understood, and only judged by his face and physique, could easily make women swoon over him. But after getting to know him, he was actually just alright.

Last night, Shen Cheng wiped her tears. Although his movements were rough, his breathing was light, a faint salty scent brushing her face.

Wen Huo remembered he liked using salty toothpaste, a strange habit.

He asked her: “Are you going to wear it or not?”

Wen Huo didn’t want to wear it. Given the choice between wearing it voluntarily and being forced to, she would never choose being forced: “I haven’t been to nightclubs in a long time, really.”

Shen Cheng didn’t care: “You’ve worn it for others to see.”

Wen Huo’s voice was very small: “Well, you also wore a shirt unbuttoned for others to see, at Director Tang’s private party. My classmates even took photos. You were surrounded by many women, all with good figures and pretty. You just know how to lecture me, talking and talking all day long...”

Her voice got softer and softer as she spoke, eventually turning into a mumble, impossible to hear what she was complaining about without extremely keen hearing.

Shen Cheng held her waist and pulled her against him: “Are you jealous?”

Wen Huo denied it: “I’m saying you have to be fair. You can’t just set fires, and I can’t even light a lamp, and I haven’t even lit a lamp...”

Shen Cheng suddenly kissed her.

Wen Huo instinctively widened her eyes, staring blankly at his long eyelashes.

Shen Cheng saw she had quieted down, released her, and said in a very low voice: “So many words?”

Wen Huo shrugged, touching her lips: “That’s because you’re lecturing me. You’re not my supervisor, why do you always lecture me...”

Shen Cheng cupped her buttocks, lifted her onto the table, then pulled her towards him, making her cling to him: “Didn’t you say I’m your man? Can’t your man lecture you?”

Wen Huo bit her lip, squirming awkwardly: “Who said you’re my man...”

Shen Cheng’s thumb pad stroked her lower lip: “Put on that outfit, let me see you.”

Wen Huo made a leaf shape with her hands under her chin, pretending to be a flower: “Look at me. You can look at me right now.”

Shen Cheng looked at her, his eyes like a wild beast. It seemed if she shook her head again, he would devour her whole.

Wen Huo didn’t seem to notice the danger and even stuck out her tongue and made a funny face at him, looking like a smug little villain who had gotten away with something.

Shen Cheng suddenly leaned closer, bit her tongue, and held it.

Wen Huo made muffled sounds, unable to speak, her face showing urgency.

Shen Cheng only released her when he saw she could breathe again: “Change.”

Wen Huo knew he had punished her just now. If she didn’t change, he would throw her on the bed and change her himself. She knew when to quit: “Oh.”

She slowly climbed down from the table, went to pick up the outfit, and prepared to go to the bathroom to change.

Shen Cheng had already turned around and leaned against the table: “Change right here.”

Wen Huo said honestly: “I’m embarrassed.”

Shen Cheng picked up the cigarettes from the table, took one, lit it, and slowly blew the smoke towards her. They were far apart; the smoke couldn’t even reach her hair, but he insisted on doing it this way. He wanted to see Wen Huo slowly emerge within that puff of white smoke. He took two drags and asked: “Isn’t it a bit late for you to be embarrassed?”

Wen Huo then unbuttoned her clothes.

Shen Cheng wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose or not, but as she unbuttoned, her fingers grazed the skin on her neck, leaving a red mark that inexplicably agitated him.

Red marks on a woman’s fair skin were most likely to cause a man to implicitly abandon his inhibitions.

Wen Huo’s outfit only had a few buttons on the sides; it was a pull-over style, but without a collar, featuring a cutout shoulder design. She finished unbuttoning, took off her top, and the white bra enclosing two soft, plump breasts came into view in Shen Cheng’s eyes. His eyes suddenly grew hot.

Wen Huo then took off her pants. The pants were easy to remove; she wore soft wide-leg pants that were cinched at the waist. After unbuttoning a row of buttons at the waist, the pants slid down automatically, revealing her matching white panties.

She glanced at Shen Cheng as she unhooked her bra. Shen Cheng appeared calm, though she couldn’t tell what he was thinking internally.

She unhooked it halfway, then suddenly stopped, walked towards Shen Cheng, and turned her back to him: “You unhook it for me.”

Shen Cheng, with one hand and two fingers, gently squeezed and unhooked it for her.

She held her chest with one hand and removed her bra with the other, returning to the bodycon dress, then took off her panties.

She still knew to turn her back to Shen Cheng when taking off her panties, but Shen Cheng loved her buttocks. They were the kind of unexaggerated peach-shaped buttocks he liked, combined with her A4-paper-width waist, and her perky, full, teardrop-shaped breasts...

Wen Huo was still unaware that danger was imminent. She was still putting on the dress, and just as she was halfway through, Shen Cheng, like a hungry wolf, extinguished his cigarette, rushed to her, pressed her onto the sofa, and unzipped his pants with one hand.

Wen Huo turned her head to look at him; he had already lost his rationality. She instinctively tightened her vaginal muscles, her opening seeming to hold its breath.

Shen Cheng’s angle allowed him to see the entire scene clearly. His eyes grew redder. He pulled out his penis, grabbed Wen Huo’s arm, pulled her up, shook his penis, and brought it to her mouth.

Wen Huo familiarly knelt down, took the head into her mouth, sucked twice, then looked up at him: “You’ll get hard even without me licking it.”

Shen Cheng’s lowered voice was incredibly sexy, with an almost imperceptible bubbly quality: “You know I get hard fast. How long has it been?”

Wen Huo took him into her mouth again, her words becoming slurred: “I don’t believe you didn’t find women when you went to Canada. I don’t believe those sexy foreign girls didn’t tempt you.”

Shen Cheng’s thick, veiny penis, already wet from her two licks, glistened at the tip, looking hard and heavy. He touched Wen Huo’s lips, scooped a little of her saliva with two fingers, then smeared it on her vulva, and directly inserted himself.

Wen Huo involuntarily threw her head back and cried out: “Ah...”

Shen Cheng’s painfully engorged penis was sucked in by the soft, tight canal. A tremendous pleasure spread from the top of his head throughout his body. He slapped Wen Huo’s buttock: “Don’t clench me, you’ll hurt when I move.”

Wen Huo didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help it; she was just that tight, and he was still so thick: “Let me catch my breath.”

Shen Cheng couldn’t let her rest. He slowly thrust in and out, once, twice, each time going all the way in, letting her adapt, and asked her: “Did I hit the bottom? Am I good?”

Wen Huo shook her head, trembling as she cried out: “I... have no... bottom.”

Shen Cheng twisted her body. She was flipped over in the midst of their connection. He thrust in harder: “Did I hit it?”

Wen Huo shook her head: “No...”

Shen Cheng thrust again: “Now?”

Wen Huo cried out, a nightingale’s shriek: “It hurts!”

Shen Cheng leaned down to suck her breast: “Wen Huo, am I good?”

Wen Huo shook her head: “You’re over thirty, how good can you be...”

The mention of “thirty” stimulated Shen Cheng. He bit her firm nipple hard: “Why didn’t you mind I was thirty when you seduced me?”

Wen Huo cried out, her body tossed about by his thrusts: “Then... wasn’t I... overcome... with lust?”

Shen Cheng sped up: “Overcome by what?”

Wen Huo’s ‘umms and ahhs’ became continuous: “By your beauty...”

Only then did Shen Cheng feel comfortable. His movements became gentler, his agile tongue drawing circles around her nipple, leaving a string of pearlescent saliva marks that made her cherry-red nipples look even more enticing.

Wen Huo also asked him: “Professor Shen... what about you... what were you overcome by?”

Shen Cheng once again kissed her lips: “No one has dared to pick things up while not wearing panties in my classroom. Did you want me to see it that badly? See it here?”

As he spoke, he forcefully bumped against her tender vulva.

Wen Huo fearlessly asked him: “And when Professor Shen saw it... how did it feel... did you really like it... they say... men secretly like pink and tender things... and can’t put them down.”

Shen Cheng lifted one of her legs, having her turn sideways to be penetrated. “I felt I would definitely do you like this.”

Wen Huo smacked her lips: “Professor Shen... falsely righteous? A true beast in human clothing?”

Shen Cheng gripped her breast, watching her soft flesh deform as it squeezed between his fingers: “What about you? Falsely demure and dignified, truly debauched?”

Wen Huo smiled faintly: “Harder, Professor Shen, we still haven’t hit bottom. Are you incapable at thirty?”

Seeing her determination to be mischievous, Shen Cheng hooked his hands behind her knees, lifted her up, maintaining the thrusting position, carried her to the upstairs bathtub, and then turned on the faucet. As the water slowly rose, he relentlessly pounded into her.

Wen Huo’s provocation was indeed born of playfulness, but Shen Cheng was too serious. This session lasted more than double his usual time. She was utterly exhausted, feeling as if only a single breath kept her alive.

Finally, she had to beg for mercy: “Go easy... it... it’s okay... ah... Professor Shen... I’m going to die... I was wrong...”

It was too late. This time, Shen Cheng didn’t hold back at all, releasing everything he had into her. After a final irregular tremor, white semen ejaculated completely into her vagina.

Wen Huo’s legs dangled limply. She leaned against the edge of the bathtub, drenched in sweat, like a dead person, her body soaked in water.

Shen Cheng paused for a few seconds after ejaculating, then left.

Wen Huo recovered for more than ten minutes. If Shen Cheng hadn’t brought her a towel, she might have recovered even longer.

Shen Cheng told her to wipe herself and then go to sleep.

Wen Huo didn’t move, as weak as a kitten: “You wipe me.”

Shen Cheng squatted down, leaning his face close: “Then do you want me to carry you to bed again? Cover you with blankets, and sing you to sleep? Hmm?”

Wen Huo automatically ignored the implicit negative meaning of his words, nodding: “Mhm.”

Shen Cheng’s left lip curled slightly. He scooped her out of the water and carried her to the bed.

As he stood up, Wen Huo hooked her arms around his neck, not letting him go.

Shen Cheng looked at her. Her eyes looked like she was drunk, exceptionally alluring.

Wen Huo stared at him for a while, then suddenly sucked on his neck, leaving a hickey.

Shen Cheng frowned.

Wen Huo’s eyebrows furrowed, looking like she was angry: “You hurt me!”

Shen Cheng removed her hands: “Next time will hurt more.”

Wen Huo didn’t want to talk to him anymore and rolled over, preparing to sleep.

Shen Cheng didn’t sleep in the same room as her; he was in the master bedroom, while Wen Huo was in the themed guest room.

The night that followed was exceptionally quiet. No more messy sounds appeared in Wen Huo’s head.