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Academics had always been the one stain in her flawless reputation. Having the tendency to be a little air-headed, Shi Qingxuan was nowhere near the top of the class but she’s not completely hopeless either.
Her academics weren't good but her extracurriculars more than made up for it; she was part of the debate club and volunteered regularly for outreach programs. Once, she even snatched a chance to organize a charity event that offered food and shelter for the local homeless community. That seemed like a good track record to her.
She wasn't gonna be mastering the gaokao in these conditions but she might be a good pick for a university abroad. There was only one problem: She couldn't speak English to save her ass.
“You’re late again, Miss Shi,” He Xuan deadpanned as he laid out today’s lesson. “That’s the fourth time this week.”
Qingxuan sat on her heels in front of the table across from where he was on the couch.
“What are you gonna do? Punish me?” She winked, lips twisting into a coy smile.
“Don’t test me today, Qingxuan.”
She held her hands up in mock defeat. “Ok, woah. Why are you so mean today? Does it have something to do with Gege almost catching us yesterday?”
He groaned at the mention of yesterday’s 'incident' where Shi Wudu almost walked in on his little sister pinned to the couch while her English tutor’s head was buried between her legs. She remembered the thrill that ran up her entire body when she heard those distinctly loud footsteps coming up the stairs and her cheeks blushed a vibrant shade of pink.
He Xuan didn't dignify her with a response. He simply nudged the papers closer to her and tapped to signal where she should start reading. “We’ll be going through your English pronunciations this afternoon. Will you read this phrase for me?”
“Oh, I’ll do a lot of things for you, handsome,” she purred. Qingxuan bit the end of her pen seductively, smiling up at him through her half-lidded eyes.
It wasn't often that she found a guy attractive enough to warrant her impeccable talent at flirting, but her tutor was the exception rather than the rule. Between his smooth skin, long dark hair, chiseled jaw, and tendency to dress like he was the broody love interest in an afternoon drama, she could almost mistake him for one of her peers rather than a college professor. The glasses that sat high on his nose was pretty much the only part of him that hinted at his age—and it just so happens to be her favourite.
Said glasses were currently hanging off his fingers as he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head at her attitude. “Please don't make inappropriate comments towards your tutor, Miss Shi.”
She frowned. Guess he was planning to be professional with her today as though they both didn't know where this encounter was going to end. That is, her straddling him on the couch or him bending her over the table, or on rare occasions, pinning her to her back on the fuzzy carpet. All enjoyable enough if he was fucking her right.
“Word of advice for you, laoshi. If a girl calls you handsome, you should just take the compliment,” she said, emphasizing his title just to be a tease.
“I don’t take advice from seventeen year olds.”
“Then I’m not taking orders from a thirty year old man.”
“Very funny,” he snickered, pushing his glasses back in place. “Let me remind you that I’m your tutor. I’m your last hope at salvaging your abysmal academic record so you best watch your mouth in my presence, young lady.”
Qingxuan pursed her lips and conjured her best impression of being in deep thought, eyes glued to the ceiling. “I wonder how my brother would react if he finds out you call me a brat on the daily. He’d probably question you for that but not as much as he would If I let it slip that you’ve been fucking me for a month.”
“You—” He Xuan caught himself just before he could do something he might regret. He took several deep breaths, then straightened in his seat but his voice still held the last bits of his temper as he instructed her to “do what you’ve been told to do and read.”
As a child, Qingxuan was taught basic English words. She knew the alphabet, can recognize most of them, and sound out a few but reading was a struggle. She kept on pausing mid-word to figure out how some letter combinations should sound. He Xuan also kept flinching the more she continued.
“Curl your tongue back when you're pronouncing your r’s.” He Xuan pointed at his own tongue to demonstrate. “Watch. It’s ‘Grass’ not ‘Glass’. You’re saying an entirely different word.”
“Ugh, that’s impossible! Tongues aren't even supposed to do that!”
“No one said learning a language is easy. It's even harder if you don't have the patience for it.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“If the shoe fits, princess.”
The coldness of his voice sent shivers up her spine. Add on the arrogant set of his features and she was pretty much throbbing below her skirt. She could think of other ways he can make use of that flexible tongue rather than reprimand her for mispronouncing needlessly complicated English words, something that both of them would enjoy.
Before she could open her mouth and say something, He Xuan raised a hand and pointed to the next sentence.
Qingxuan glared at him but obeyed. “I live down the street—”
“Wrong.”
“What now?”
“Listen to yourself. You're adding another syllable to a one syllable word. It's supposed to be pronounced ‘street’.”
“That’s what I’m saying!”
“No. You’re saying ‘stuh-reet’. There’s a difference.”
She crossed her arms. “What makes you think you’re so much better at this than me?”
He tipped his chin up at her as though he wanted a reason to look down on her even more than he already was. “I’ll redirect that question to you, Miss Shi. Why do you think that out of all the people in this country, your brother chose me to be your personal tutor?”
“Because you're hot and he doesn't know I’m into older men?” she said innocently, a big smile on her face.
“Is there anything else you’re good at besides flirting?”
“I’m a good fuck, but I think you already knew that, He-laoshi.”
He Xuan wasn't impressed but he also didn't tell her off for the comment so Qingxuan was gonna count that as a win.
Shifting in his seat, he crossed his legs and started writing something down on a piece of paper. There was a subtle curl on his forehead as he did so, deep in concentration. He had on the same expression whenever he fucked her and the images her mind were conjuring up were much more appropriate for a masturbation session than a study session.
“This is not the time, Qingxuan. Your brother’s in the house,” he said as if he was stating the weather.
“So if he wasn't here you’d be fucking me by now?”
“Sure. That’s the answer you want right, you little whore? Now shut up and read.”
Qingxuan leaned her torso forward. She brought her ass high enough to accentuate her figure, angling it perfectly towards the mirror behind so that he could take a peek at her lace panties if he wanted.
“He-laoshi. Where should I start? Right here?” She batted her eyelashes at him as she glanced upward.
He caught himself immediately. He adjusted his glasses to drive attention away from his blushing cheeks, saying, “Yes. Please start.”
She read slowly to focus on every syllable. The first couple sentences flowed easily enough on her tongue with minor slip-ups here and there such as confusing ‘thought’ and ‘though’ but she recovered before He Xuan could say a word. It didn't matter to him how fast she spoke as long as she was saying the right thing.
“Very good,” he said once she was finished.
The compliment shot straight to her core.
“Thank you, laoshi,” she replied, flashing an innocent smile like she wasn't waiting for him to unbutton his shirt any second. “Do I get a reward?”
He flipped the paper over. “Since you seem to be comfortable with short sentences. Why don’t we try short paragraphs?”
Qingxuan wanted to punch him. Why the hell did studying have to get in the way of her fun?!
“Here. Read this. I just want to see something.”
“I hope it's my tits.”
He Xuan raised a brow. “Excuse me, Miss Shi?”
“Oops!” She covered her mouth with a hand dramatically. “Did I say that out loud?”
“Do you ask boys your age so casually to touch your boobs, Qingxuan?”
“No. Boys don’t know how to please a girl. That's a man’s job. You have nothing to be jealous of.”
“I’m not jealous of fucking teenagers.”
“You don't have to be when you're already fucking a teenager.”
Veins popped in his forehead. He raised his hand as though he was going in for a slap but at the last minute, he clenched his fist close with a very deep breath and pointed at her instead with a menacing stare. “Never mention this to anyone or else you’ll get me in trouble.”
“Never. Who am I gonna be sleeping with if you’re gone?” she said in her sweetest voice. “But maybe if you don't fuck me now I’ll—”
“I’ll make you a deal.” He Xuan’s sharp tone cut straight through her wild imagination. “How about this, if you managed to read that paragraph pretty well, I’ll fuck you.”
Her heart practically leaped out of her chest in joy.
“But for every mistake, you’re gonna get spanked,” he added.
Her business classes taught her to shoot higher than what she was aiming for then if the other party didn't take the bite, negotiate till you get what you actually want. That way, they’d be more likely to agree to the so-called ‘compromise’.
Time to see if her tuition actually paid off.
“Hmmm. Is there any leeway here? Like maybe if I managed to make less than ten mistakes you’d still fuck me?”
He sighed. “Ten is too generous.”
“Eight?”
“One.”
“Five?”
“Three. That’s the most I’m willing to go, Qingxuan.”
Right on the money.
Qingxuan began, going word by word, syllable by syllable, really taking her time to think through every sound that came next. She focused on perfecting the stress, treating them less like tones in her own tongue and more like music notes that followed a rhythm. Every time she encountered a word she didn't know how to say, she would stop and look to him for guidance. He Xuan would walk her through each letter, carefully demonstrating how to transition from one sound to another flawlessly. It was times such as this that she was reminded how good of a teacher he actually is.
She paused for a breath after the first three sentences, feeling like her brain had just run a marathon without proper training.
“Great work so far, Miss Shi,” he said while taking notes for her progress report.
There he goes with the honorifics again.
“Not without your help, He-laoshi. You’re an absolutely incredible tutor. I couldn't have asked for anyone better to—”
“Spare me the compliments. I know you just want to get bent over and fucked.” He placed his glasses on the table and motioned for her to continue. She took that as a sign of his own impatience.
Three more sentences were left, all of which were twice as long as the previous three. Qingxuan swallowed her doubts before opening her mouth to start. She’s made no mistakes so far—quite impressive for her—but not even five words into this one, her tongue was already slipping up and getting knotted together.
“That’s one,” He Xuan warned. “Careful with that ‘very’, you’re not articulating it properly. Press your bottom lip to your teeth to make that ‘v’ sound.”
While it made perfect sense in her head, it took multiple times before her muscles could get it. He had her repeat the word over and over again until he was satisfied then allowed her to continue once he was.
“I feel—”
“Long vowels, Qingxuan. How many times do I have to correct you on that? Elongate the ‘e’ sound. I’m not making you say ‘fill’. Do it again.”
Ok, that's two. She needs to relax, concentrate, and not think too much about what she’s reading. He Xuan watched her closely, his attention putting her on the spotlight and adding another set of weights on her already tired shoulders.
Perhaps the praises from earlier had completely gotten to her head and made her way too confident in her abilities. She just had to take a step back and everything would be fine, there's absolutely no need to dig her beautifully manicured nails into her thighs with every correction—Gege would be hysterical if she asked him to pay for another set merely two days after getting them done and her go-to nail salon wasn't cheap.
Deep breaths, Qingxuan, she told herself. Deep breaths. It’ll be all worth it once you’re bouncing on his—
“Again.”
She blinked. “Huh?”
“Wrong again.”
“What?! I didn't do anything wrong!” she cried.
“Who are you to decide that, huh?” he sneered. “I’m your tutor. Which means I say when you're wrong, and right now, that's your third mistake. One more and you lose.”
Anger boiled in her chest, her patience being thrown out the window as He Xuan sat back and kept clicking his tongue annoyingly. Goddamn him! He was so condescending and for what?! Because he was paid to do so by her brother? Yeah right, more like he took pleasure in being a stuck up know-it-all.
She crossed her arms with a huff and turned her head to the side. “I’m not reading anymore. You’re being rude.”
“Then I guess the deal is off then,” he muttered.
“Fine! It’s not like I wanted to fuck you, anyway. You’re a meanie. Hmph!”
“So childish.”
A horrified gasp left her mouth. “What did you just call me?!”
“I said you're childish,” he answered matter-of-factly. He was starting to tuck his things in his bag now. “I mean, you are a child, after all.”
She slammed her hands onto the table with a loud bang. “I’m not a child!”
“You’re only seventeen. Yes, you are.”
“I’ll be eighteen in four months!”
He let out a low laugh as he rested his palms flat on the table, eyes challenging her. “As if that's enough time for you to completely get rid of that bratty personality,” he started. “You and I both know your age doesn't matter. You’re a childish brat who thinks everything should be handed to you because your Gege made you believe that the world bends to your will.”
Her palm flew across his cheek. It happened so fast, so sudden, that the action didn't even sink into her until she felt the lingering sting. Her breath hitched as He Xuan’s jaw clenched, the veins on his forehead bulging in anger. He grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks hard, and brought it close to his.
“You wanna get physical?” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Fine. Two can play at that game.”
Qingxuan was hauled off her feet by his strong grip. He twisted her arm and sent sharp pain running up her shoulders. Her knees buckled under her from the ache. The next thing she knew, she was kneeling in front of him, He Xuan holding the back of her head with one hand and undoing his belt with the other. He shoved his length into her mouth as soon as it sprung free, thrusting his hips.
The salty taste of his skin coated her mouth. He wasn't fully hard yet, the softness settling on Qingxuan’s tongue. He Xuan’s thumb tipped her chin back so their gazes met and she responded by licking at the tip.
He glared at her through his glasses, lips curved into a smirk. “Guess this is the only way you’ll shut your mouth, huh? Such a slut. Tsk.”
The words were accompanied by a harsh slap on her cheek and a thrust. She moaned around his length, the vibrations making He Xuan’s expression falter for a flash of a second. He pushed his hips forward and Qingxuan had to strain her jaw wider to accommodate a couple more inches of him.
Not one to sit back and let her fucking old man of a tutor treat her like a sex toy, her tongue traveled from the base of his cock all the way to the head where she pressed on his tip, eliciting a low groan. She sucked him to full hardness, his grip on her hair tightening with every twitch of his length inside her warm mouth.
The power he so arrogantly wielded over her was flipped right onto its head. He was at her mercy now. His desire followed her lead.
Qingxuan got her gag reflex under control and started bobbing her head up and down his cock. She made a show out of it, looking at him through half lidded eyes, pressing her nose as close to his pubic hair as possible, and making as much noise as she could.
He Xuan growled low in his chest. Drowning in the pleasure, he slowly rolled his hips, humming to himself as he explored her warmth. He gathered her hair in one hand, steadied her head with another then began fucking her face without granting her the courtesy of a warning or preparation.
Fuck. Maybe she was wrong.
Qingxuan had to breathe through her nose to avoid suffocating altogether. Her jaw was being stretched to its limits as he shoved his entire size inside her, consistently hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. She moaned non-stop through her mouthful of cock and she could faintly make out little grunts and soft moans from He Xuan as well. He tilted her head back to drive himself deeper before picking up his pace.
Saliva ran down her chin like a waterfall. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes. Her jaw felt tense and every rub of his cock burned her throat raw. Nothing but wet squelches echoed in her ears. She couldn't even hear her own breathing or her racing heart. There was nothing she could do but watch as she was stripped of her false sense of dominance as if He Xuan was mocking her for even attempting to challenge him.
Sure, she’d been flirting with her tutor all afternoon to rile him up but she didn't expect for it to be like this. Though, at the back of her head, somewhere deep in her subconscious mind, a voice was screaming in delight. A voice that marveled at the idea of being used for someone else's satisfaction. It told her to hold still, keep breathing, and enjoy the view above as pleasure painted He Xuan’s unfairly handsome features.
His cock twitched in her mouth one final time then Qingxuan doubled over, coughing and clutching her throat when he pulled out.
“Y-you’re…so…” She was panting like her life was on the line. Her mushy brain can’t even find the right words anymore from the lack of oxygen.
He crouched in front of her, drawing her closer by her sore jaw. “So…what?” he sneered in English.
God, he really was mocking her.
Her knuckles itched to collide against his face so hard his soul would leave his body and never be reunited with it ever again but the second she raised her fist to go in for the blow, his tight grip caught it in the air just as fast.
“You know, for a girl who was raised in frivolous luxury you sure do fight dirty.” His voice reeked of arrogance as he uttered the words.
Qingxuan tore her wrist out of his grasp. “And for a man who’s so close to retiring you sure have fast reflexes.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“Fuck you.”
His eyes narrowed but there was a shine in them as well, a look that she couldn't puzzle out.
“No,” he growled. “I’ll be the one fucking you.”
The air was knocked out of her lungs as her back hit the plush carpet. Long and thick dark hair curtained around her, He Xuan’s body pressing all his weight down onto hers. She was mildly surprised that his glasses remained intact, still sitting proudly on the defined bridge of his nose.
His eyes were dark as they regarded her, his hands fast as a pickpocket’s as they slipped into her skirt without warning and tugged at the thin band of her panties. The white lace fabric hung off his fingers in front of her, her arousal now impossible to hide in her stubborn facade.
He examined the item, brows raised. “Do you really go to school wearing these?”
Fire burned in her cheeks. “They’re pretty, okay?! And I don’t make a habit of showing them off!” she yelled in defense.
“So you wear these for me?”
“How did you—Fuck no! I don’t—Ahh!”
She received a tingling slap to her cheek.
“Don’t act coy. You bend over way too much in my presence and I know it's not for nothing.”
That actually got a cheeky smile out of her. “Aww, you noticed.”
“Unfortunately.”
That was as close to a win as she was gonna get and she was going to take it. It might as well be a confession that he liked her more than he was leading on.
He Xuan threw the fabric aside and leaned close to her again, so close she could hear his steady breathing. He brought both of her wrists up over her head. His lips brushed against her neck to her ear. His breath was hot, voice raspy and intimidating as he spoke. “Do what you do best and spread your legs, princess.”
Qingxuan may not be able to speak English fluently anytime soon, but she sure as hell can fuck her tutor like a pro. If Gege insisted on paying so much for her lessons, she might as well enjoy them. Enjoy him.
A soft and satisfied moan slipped past her lips when she felt the wet tip of He Xuan’s cock at her pussy. He slid inch by inch, her body parting to make room for him so willingly. She exhaled once he was inside, relief washing the tension away from her shoulders.
“So big,” she moaned, shifting her hips so she could feel everything, even the pulsating of his veins.
“I’m not even halfway in.”
Her body clenched onto his playfully and the primal growl that sounded by her ears fanned the embers of her desire.
He responded by jutting his hips, rocking her entire body once and making her cry out. Even though she was wet to the touch, it still stung just the slightest bit due to his full size.
“Ahh, laoshi. Warn a girl.”
“Shut up.”
He pulled out halfway then slammed right back in with a slap. He did it again and again, pulling out more and more and slamming in harder and harder each time.
“Ngh—Ahhh! He-laoshi, slow down,” she cried.
His hold on her wrists tightened as his hips collided with her ass in a matter of seconds. His other hand drew her closer, fingers digging into her plush thigh and flipping her skirt up so he could look at the way his length entered her pussy.
“Nice view, huh?”
“I said shut up,” he snapped.
Sweat glistened on He Xuan’s forehead. Similarly, Qingxuan could feel it on the back of her neck, her entire body heating up from the fire blooming in her abdomen. She was almost thankful that he had the sensibility to let her keep her clothes on or else her skin would’ve also been rubbed raw from the friction of getting pounded against the floor.
One thing she’s always liked about sex with He Xuan is that he knew exactly how to satisfy her. He played her like a well-honed instrument that he’s mastered to perfection. Every swipe of his finger on her throbbing clit had her body singing in breathless moans. She rocked her hips to his rhythm, riding his cock and rubbing herself on his thumb at the same time.
The combined stimulation was pure bliss, fucking intoxicating but without the alcohol.
“Harder, laoshi,” she begged with what felt like her last breath. “Faster. Fuck me how you’ve always wanted.”
His hand flew to her neck where he began to press down to have her choking out a sob. Her walls hugged his length even tighter.
“Are you physically unable to keep your mouth shut or do you really want your brother to find you like this?” His voice was cold as it had always been but his touch was hot enough to melt her.
She was pushed bodily onto her hands and knees before she could utter a response, her hips held up so he could slide his cock in place once again. He pounded her a couple times then he pulled harshly at her chestnut curls to bring her torso up.
Qingxuan winced. “Fuck! That hurts! How would you feel if I—”
“Deal with it,” he said as he shoved three fingers into her blabbering mouth.
He Xuan craned her head back to rest on his shoulder, baring his teeth at her exposed neck. A muffled wail got lost in the air when he bit down so hard she was convinced he wanted to tear off her skin. He slipped his hand into her blouse to knead her right breast, pinching her nipples sore.
There was nothing she could do but take it. All of it. The fingers pressing on her tongue, his teeth buried in her neck, nails scratching at her nipples, and his thick cock slamming inside her.
There was no part of her he wasn't using for his own pleasure. It was pure unadulterated eroticism right before her very eyes.
She caught a glimpse at their position in the mirror and if she didn't know any better, she’d think she was watching some weird porn video about a professor fucking his student—well…it wouldn't be so far off the truth.
The boys at her school and to some extent even the girls, could never make her feel as good as He Xuan does. He was the kind of man teenage girls dream of. Tall. Smart. Handsome. Aloof. Older. The kind of man they could only fantasize about while Qingxuan had him right here, fucking her with so much passion and vigor.
“You’re always so tight, Qingxuan,” he hissed. “So perfect for my cock.”
Their lips met in a sloppy, hungry kiss. His tongue was as vicious as the rest of him, overpowering hers without much effort. He alternated between nipping at her lips and licking his way into her mouth. He didn't let her take even a single breath, greedily devouring her sounds of pleasure.
“He-laoshi,” she breathed when they parted. “Can you—Nghh!” Her words were cut off by a whine as she felt him tilt his hips to the side, thrusting at a new angle.
Her legs wobbled, her back arching high. It was good. So good. As expected of a renowned scholar, He Xuan had her sweet spots memorized like an ancient poem. The tip of his cock was hitting her so deeply she couldn't even comprehend it. His size was the perfect fit, not too big that it was painful but nowhere near underwhelming. He was magnificent in every single sense of the word.
Her clit was throbbing like crazy, practically begging for attention. She tried to get friction against her thighs but it was no use. Her body rocked so much under his strength she barely had control over her own muscles.
“Fuck,” she heard him curse under his breath. “Shit…Ahhh…Mmmmm.”
The deep rumble of his voice was maddening. Suddenly she felt even more wet than she already was. Even more starved for his touch. She clenched around his cock, pushing her hips back, fucking herself using his body to encourage him to finally break.
“Stop holding back,” Qingxuan said between uneven pants. “All this time, you’ve never fucked me like you actually mean it.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he shot back, each word accompanied by a hard thrust and a smack on her hips.
Even his punishments were perfect.
The buttons of her blouse were ripped open then she was flipped onto her back again by his strong arms in one smooth motion. Somewhere along the way, he had discarded his glasses, his eyes dark with barely held back desire. He was breathing heavily as he regarded her below him. His fingers combed through his now unruly hair, pushing them away from his face. Sweat glistened on his neck, chest, and forehead but it was clear from his expression that he was nowhere near done with his prey.
He looked feral. Every inch a predator. And Qingxuan loved it.
Her legs opened voluntarily. In a matter of seconds, they were pulled high to hook on his shoulders, his aching length sliding back into its place inside her pussy. She clawed at the carpet, preparing for the onslaught he was about to unleash. A deep growl left his lips as he began to fuck her hard into the plush floor at breakneck speed.
“Wait, wait, wait, He Xuan! Oh fuck!”
He circled her clit passionately in tune to the rhythm of his cock while keeping a firm hold on her breast. “Shhh. I’m risking everything just to please you right now, so do me a favor and shut your mouth before I do!”
Tears welled at her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling erratically. Her mind was completely blank at this point—she hadn't even realized he was talking to her! She was at the very edge of the threshold, her walls threatening to collapse any second.
Everything was a blur. He Xuan’s expression. Her legs high in the air. The sight of his length sliding inside her without trouble. His fingers rubbing her methodically. Even the ceiling lights above felt distant. If heaven was real, then this must be it. Blissful and bright. Peaceful and so fucking euphoric.
Qingxuan came with a choked out cry of his name, eyes fluttering shut and mouth agape.
With that, he pushed his cock as deeply as it could go, fucking her fast and hard through her orgasm. Then, with a few more ruthlessly uneven thrusts, spilled an endless amount of his thick, hot cum inside her.
“Dammit,” he spat, quickly pulling out as soon as he realized what he had done. A string of fluids connected them both, white and sticky.
A combination of her slick and his release gathered between her legs. There was so much of it, it was almost impossible to tell which one was which. So wet it dripped into the carpet.
“You’re on the pill, right?”
Qingxuan answered with a nod as she panted non-stop. Still, she couldn't help but say, “Being the responsible adult, are we?”
“I’m the only adult here, Qingxuan.”