Chapter 44. Having an Affair in a Dimly Lit equipment room

Chen Du was very smart, usually doing everything with the intelligence of the drafters. However, when it came to some things, he became a one-track mind, like a pedagogue who has never been educated. But it seemed that Chen Jiashu had become a vixen who knew no good and evil. After a long period of madness at school, he refused to touch her at all, probably for the last few days.

She was already in front of him. Chen Jiashu locked the door of the equipment room, turned around, and started to unbutton her uniform. When she reached him, all that was left of her was a little halter top that showed her navel.

The forked-folded thong design revealed most of her fair and tender ass. It was chosen by him. He liked it best when she wore suspenders. The thin straps that strangled her collarbone, creating a deep, narrow cleavage, which complemented the shape of her body. Preferably in black or pea green, showing her fair skin and slender waist. When she bent over, it gave her a half-concealed, but the premise was that only he could see it.

This seemingly indifferent brother was a very sultry and horny man. He thought he was hiding it well, but she had already figured it out.

She sat on top of him, startling Chen Du, who was sitting on the glove box drinking water. He wondered how it was that in the time it took him to drink a glass of water, she was the only one who moved so quickly, sitting on his thighs with her legs wide open. She rubbed him up and down with her underwear half removed. Her pink, peach-tipped skin showed as she hooked her hands around his neck and kissed him.

“You’re hard.” She slipped her hand into his crotch. His pants were wide and stretchy, so she entered unhindered. Her four fingers closed around his thick, erect sex while her thumb pressed back against the head of his d*ck. Her soft pink, rounded nail cap scraped gently against the moist tip of his d*ck. His breathing became steep and heavy, and the tip oozed clear, slippery pre-c*m.

Chen Jiashu peeled his uniform pants down, and his stem bounced out. Its hideous shape, its huge stem, and its red eye leered at her like a salivating beast. The smell of it burst into her nostrils.

It was this thing, thick and long like a whip, that filled her up every time, making her cl*max again and again. She was used to the frequent and intense sex, so she was not used to it when she turned back into vegetarianism.

“Aren’t you going to do it?” She looked like she was asking him, but she said it in a declarative tone. She coiled her legs around his waist and sat down with her underwear removed.

But Chen Du held her waist from moving, and he frowned slightly, “What’s wrong with you?”

She twisted and struggled, somewhat unhappily, “I want to have sex, are you unable to?”

Chen Jiashu had been wanting a lot lately, and her desire always came out of nowhere. It came without any warning, usually after a moment of quiet or just in the middle of a sentence. She would suddenly kiss him, hanging on him and rubbing herself against him in a teasing manner. She would look up at him, and provocatively use her smooth and tender tongue. The tip of her tongue would curl up, and her hand would reach into his pants, quickly setting him on fire. It eventually led to him pressing her with a violent f*ck.

The thick shaft would plunge brutally into her wet, soft p*ssy, as deep and hard as she wanted it to be, pushing against her womb. It poked her red, scratchy insides into his shape, and she was so turned on that she was shivering and shaking wildly with both her fists hanging from his waist. Tears flew from the corners of her eyes as she cried and laughed under him, “So deep, so hard. Oh, it’s killing me, it’s killing me! “

Her eyes, however, were vacant and dead. The brimming light he knew so well was not visible in them. She was more eager and agitated than he was, and the org*sm was just purely an org*sm. He didn’t see much enjoyment. It was more like venting. As if she was relying on his d*ck for a brief moment of security, releasing some kind of stress with sex as a cushion.

She was upset.

“You’re in a bad mood.” He looked at her and said.

“Oh, you know again.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“Don’t do it, forget it.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m not in a bad mood.”

He held her waist and sat her down slowly. He didn’t thrust. The stalk of his d*ck rubbed against her small insides. A small pink fissure stretched open in the middle of her p*ssy and the slippery p*ssy lips wrapped around him. There was fire clustered in his eyes, but his voice was still calm and restrained, demanding an answer, “You’re not happy, why?”

Her gaze turned out the window to watch the south-flying geese sweeping by in the four corner panes. Her expression was light and her voice drifted softly through the scattered dust of the equipment room, as if to herself, “I’m not the white swan anymore.”

The Swan Lake production, in which she plays the role of the White Swan, had been declared a long time ago. However, a few days ago it was approved and the name of the main dance was changed to Dai Yining. And she became the Black Swan.

It meant that she had to practise the Black Swan steps all over again in less than a week. The difficulty, the proficiency, the level of stage adaptation… all of it from scratch, and correspondingly, the dance she had originally prepared for so long would all be completed by someone else instead.

It was almost as if she was being ostracised. The White Swan was everyone’s dream. Wearing the dress for the white swan dance with soft goose-down rings around her temples, was the eternal classic of ballet and everyone wanted to be her.

Chen Jiashu was recommended by her instructor to fill the position. She was a top professional and no one besides her was more suitable for the position. Originally, everyone thought so, but many things were not based on how exceptional you were.

When the programme was handed out, the instructor looked at her apologetically. She was not at liberty to tell her why, and naturally, she did not ask. She was silent for five seconds. After only five seconds, she raised her head and asked the teacher if she could dance the Black Swan.

The teacher said yes. Of course, you can.

“I’m not unhappy, not at all. Don’t f*ck around.” She shrugged, quite indifferently, her eyes falling on a point in the void.

At least there was a Black Swan to dance to, wasn’t there? At least she could still fight for it.

“Who are they to change in the middle of it? It’s not fair that it’s come to this!” Chen Du was so angry that he took out his mobile phone and immediately wanted to give her justice.

Chen Jiashu coldly stopped him, “It’s already been sealed. This is a school festival. The decision is already in the hands of the school, so what if it’s not fair? There is no such thing as fairness in the world.”

If everything was really fair, how would he have been born and how would she have gotten into bed with him?

“I don’t want to quit. I just need to re-practice. Isn’t it all dancing? What’s so hard about it?” She made the huge amount of work sound easy.

“Shouldn’t someone have the right to defend their rights when they’ve robbed you of something?” Chen Du couldn’t stand it.

“What am I going to do to defend my rights? Talk to them about the eight honours and eight shames? Go to the internet and post an angry rebuke? Or hold up a loudspeaker and expose it to the whole school? But even if I did that, what would change? With unequal resources, I can only grab what I can.” Chen Jiashu asked a series of calm questions that left him speechless. His hand clenched into a fist around her waist.

She nodded her finger at his mouth, “Chen Du, I’m not like you. What is fairness and justice? It’s too vague. I think of survival first.”