Chapter 16. Boldness and the New Level
The following day, after a relatively light morning training session, Ning Rongrong emerged from the female dormitory with a deliberate shift in her appearance. She had chosen to dress far more daringly than her usual elegant yet modest style — not overtly scandalous, but unmistakably provocative. The dress she wore was a short, form-fitting white garment with a deep V-neckline that plunged low enough to reveal the upper curves of her full breasts, the thin fabric clinging to her body and leaving little to the imagination when the light struck it just right. A high side slit ran almost to her waist, exposing the smooth expanse of her thigh with every step. Beneath it she wore only delicate pink lace panties and sheer thigh-high stockings — no bra. Her long dark hair cascaded freely down her back, lips painted a bold crimson, and her posture radiated quiet confidence.
As she walked across the academy courtyard, heads turned. Dai Mubai paused mid-strike, his Evil Eyed White Tiger aura flickering out for a moment as his gaze followed her. Ma Hongjun nearly choked on the sausage he was eating, eyes widening. Oscar, sitting on a bench with his notebook, flushed red and quickly looked away — then looked back. Tang San, meditating nearby, opened his eyes and held his gaze longer than usual, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Zhu Zhuqing raised an eyebrow but remained silent. Even Zhao Wuji, passing by with a mug of tea, coughed and muttered something under his breath about "kids these days." Flender, observing from the balcony, adjusted his glasses and let out a low chuckle: "That girl certainly knows how to command attention."
Ye Chen stood against the wall, watching her. His eyes darkened with arousal as he saw every man in the courtyard — students, teachers, even villagers passing by the academy gates — stare at her with undisguised hunger. The Nephrite Hat inside him throbbed, greedily absorbing the waves of jealousy and desire that flooded through him.
Ning Rongrong approached him, hips swaying, and spoke softly.
"Today I want even more. I am ready for more. Are you with me?"
Ye Chen's throat tightened. He nodded.
"Yes."
They left for Soto City once again. This time they did not head to the familiar narrow alley — they went straight to the "Lotus Rest" inn. The homeless man was waiting in his usual corner, as though he had anticipated their return. When he saw them, he grinned crookedly.
"You again," he rasped.
Ning Rongrong smiled — playful, confident.
"Yes. And today I am ready for everything."
They took him with them to the inn. Ye Chen paid for the largest room once more — the same spacious one on the top floor. The door locked behind them. The air inside was warm, faintly scented with incense and the lingering memory of their previous visit.
Ning Rongrong turned to the man.
"Uncle… today I am ready for more."
The man stepped forward and kissed her — hungrily, sloppily, tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. Ning Rongrong returned the kiss with equal fervor, pressing her body against his, moaning softly into his mouth. Ye Chen moved to the chair beside the bed and sat down, legs apart. His hand slipped into his pants, slowly stroking his small, hard cock as he watched.
Ning Rongrong broke the kiss, lips swollen and glistening. She walked to the bed, lay back, and spread her legs. The short dress rode up, revealing pink panties already soaked through.
The man knelt between her thighs, pulled the thin fabric aside, and buried his face in her smooth, hairless pussy. He licked greedily — tongue sliding along her slit, circling her clit, plunging inside her. Ning Rongrong moaned loudly, hips bucking, fingers tangling in the sheets. She came quickly — once with a sharp cry, body shaking. He kept going — sucking her folds, fucking her with his tongue — until she climaxed again, then again. Three orgasms in rapid succession, each one louder, wetter, her juices coating his face.
When she finally collapsed, panting, the man stood and stripped. His body was massive — 130 kilograms of fat and hair, unwashed and reeking. His cock stood out — thick, veiny, filthy, smelling strongly of musk and sweat.
Ning Rongrong sat up, eyes heavy with lust. She leaned forward, inhaled deeply — savoring the pungent scent — then looked at Ye Chen. Their eyes locked. She smiled faintly, then lowered her head.
She licked the length of his shaft — slow, savoring every inch. Then she took him into her mouth — lips stretching wide, tongue swirling around the head. She sucked eagerly, deeply, gagging slightly but pushing further. One hand massaged his heavy balls, the other stroked what her mouth could not reach.
While she worked him, she glanced at Ye Chen again — eyes gleaming.
"Look at your girlfriend," she murmured around the thick cock, voice muffled but clear. "Sucking this huge, filthy cock. Tasting his stink. While you stroke your tiny little dick. Does it make you feel worthless, Ye Chen? Knowing a dirty old man is using my mouth better than you ever could?"
Ye Chen groaned, hand moving faster on his small cock.
"Yes… it does. I love it."
She hummed in delight, vibrations drawing a guttural groan from the man.
He gripped her hair, thrust shallowly into her throat, and came — thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth. Ning Rongrong swallowed every drop, throat working visibly. When he finished, she pulled back slowly, licking her lips, a strand of saliva and semen stretching from her tongue to his tip before snapping.
The man tore her dress open — fabric ripping — and yanked her bra away. Her full breasts bounced free. He pushed her onto her back, spread her legs, and rubbed the head of his cock against her dripping entrance.
Ning Rongrong looked straight at Ye Chen.
"Watch closely," she said, voice thick with lust. "Right now… your girlfriend is getting fucked by a massive, dirty cock. Sit there. Stroke your pathetic little dick and watch him stretch me. Watch him take what used to be yours. Watch him fill me while you jerk off like a useless cuckold."
Ye Chen's hand sped up, eyes locked on them.
The man thrust forward — deep and powerful. Ning Rongrong moaned — pure pleasure now — as he filled her completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Hard."
He obeyed. He pounded into her — deep, brutal strokes that made her breasts bounce wildly. His hands mauled her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. Ning Rongrong moaned shamelessly — lewd, wanton sounds echoing off the walls.
"Harder… deeper… yes… fuck your little slut…"
She looked at Ye Chen again.
"See this? See how he owns me? See how much I love it? Your perfect girlfriend… getting pounded by a filthy stranger… begging for more. Look at your tiny cock leaking while he breeds me. You love being a worthless cuck, don't you?"
Ye Chen groaned, stroking faster.
"Yes… I love it…"
The man growled, pace quickening. When he neared climax, he tried to pull out — but Ning Rongrong locked her legs behind his back.
"Inside," she demanded. "Fill me."
He roared and came — hard, pulsing deep inside her. Hot spurts flooded her womb. Ning Rongrong cried out in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her.
They continued — round after round. He came inside her, on her breasts, on her face, in her mouth. Ning Rongrong begged for more each time — voice hoarse, body trembling, pussy overflowing with cum.
At one point she slipped off her soaked pink panties and tossed them to Ye Chen.
"Catch," she said with a wicked smile. "Suck on them while he fucks me. Taste us both."
Ye Chen caught the drenched fabric and brought it to his mouth — sucking eagerly, moaning as he tasted them both.
The man used her in every way she allowed: thrusting between her breasts, sliding into her armpits, fucking her thighs, her mouth again — wiping his cock on her hair, leaving thick white streaks in the dark strands. Ning Rongrong encouraged him each time — giggling, moaning, urging him on.
"More… use me… cover me… I want it all…"
When they finally finished — hours later — Ning Rongrong lay on the bed, body glistening with sweat and semen, pussy red and swollen, leaking thick white rivulets onto the sheets. Her hair was matted with cum, breasts marked with bites and handprints, lips bruised from kissing and sucking.
She looked at Ye Chen — eyes still burning with lust and satisfaction.
"Come here," she whispered.
Ye Chen rose from the chair and approached. She pulled him down between her thighs.
"Now clean me," she said softly. "Lick every drop out of me."
Ye Chen lowered his head and began to lick her used pussy — tasting the mixture of her juices and the other man's cum. He lapped slowly, thoroughly, tongue delving deep to scoop out every thick drop. Ning Rongrong moaned softly, fingers in his hair, hips rolling gently against his mouth.
When he finished, she pulled him up and kissed him — deeply, sharing the taste of what he had just cleaned from her.
"I love you," she breathed against his lips. "And I loved every second of this. Because it was for us."
Ye Chen kissed her back — fierce, possessive, grateful.
"I love you too."
The homeless man dressed quietly, took the coins Ye Chen silently offered, and left without a word.
Ye Chen and Ning Rongrong remained in the room a while longer — holding each other, breathing together, letting the intensity settle.
Eventually they cleaned up, dressed, and returned to the academy under cover of night.
Inside Ye Chen, the Nephrite Hat pulsed with unprecedented strength — saturated, overflowing with the raw power born from consensual humiliation, shared desire, and absolute trust.
Their path had grown darker… and brighter… in equal measure.