CHAPTER 574: 392.

Early March, the first day of the new semester at Nanhu University.

At exactly eight in the morning, but everything was already too late. Zhao Ru felt a darkness before her eyes as Lu Jincheng’s tall figure closed in and pressed her against the door, his lips hot and reeking of alcohol pressing onto her cheeks, moving and kissing incessantly. Both of her struggling hands were quickly gripped by Lu Jincheng, held above her head, one in each of his hands, and his hips bore down hard against her, making it impossible for her to move even a bit.

"Lu Jincheng, don’t do this!" Zhao Ru pleaded, her voice trembling and panicked.

But such soft words had no effect on Lu Jincheng, who was swept up in drunken excitement. On the contrary, it only fueled his desire even more.

Fearing that drawn-out hesitation might let the cooked duck fly off again, Lu Jincheng became more impatient. He brought Zhao Ru’s hands together, gripped her delicate wrists with his left hand to free up his right, and let that hand move downward.

Lu Jincheng’s big hand, swift and direct, pushed up under Zhao Ru’s skirt, gripping the hem of her long dress and yanking it up.

Zhao Ru was wearing a tight, fitted long dress—though perfectly showing off her curves, it was so snug it was hard to remove. When Lu Jincheng yanked the skirt up to her upper thighs, it caught on her plump, round ass, forcing him to use a bit more strength to finally pull it up to her waist.

Now, Zhao Ru’s full, round thighs were bared before his hungry gaze. Black lace panties hugged her juicy ass, the tight edges digging into her supple skin—pale and lush, a dizzying sight.

"Stop it!"

Zhao Ru struggled helplessly, begging again and again, trying to awaken Lu Jincheng’s senses. But because she was worried about the three people outside the bathroom, she dared not raise her voice.

Seeing that Zhao Ru’s resistance was not that forceful, Lu Jincheng naturally thought she was just shy and not really refusing, so he became even more aggressive. His big hands easily yanked Zhao Ru’s skirt up to her waist, and then, without pause, he slid her lace panties—covering that secret garden—down to her thighs.

No matter how Zhao Ru writhed her legs together, her panties were quickly pulled down to her knees, and then, with her calves lifting and pressing, were stepped all the way down to her ankles.

Between Zhao Ru’s hips, above her lower belly, her bush was lush yet sparse, well groomed; but now, with her thighs clamped shut, he couldn’t see deeper into that alluring field.

Even if the view was blocked, Lu Jincheng could already picture the entrance—the secret garden glistening and overflowing with moisture, two wet, crimson petals just waiting for his picking.

Ever since Zhao Ru’s "Truth or Dare" began, Lu Jincheng’s cock had stayed hard as steel. Now, seeing her so exposed, he felt even more swollen, almost aching.

So Lu Jincheng didn’t waste time. He stepped forward, lifted his knee to force open Zhao Ru’s intertwined thighs, letting his hand slip even deeper, gliding up her pale, smooth flesh toward the split valley between her legs.

After all their grappling, Zhao Ru’s pussy was a hot, messy, dripping mess. When Lu Jincheng’s big hand touched her there, Zhao Ru froze up, as if struck by lightning. Then, after a beat, she shuddered like a fish tossed onto dry land.

Once he confirmed how wet Zhao Ru’s slit was, Lu Jincheng didn’t bother fingering her further. Foreplay was out the window—he was far too impatient. He wiped his hand on her juices then yanked down his own Big Underpants and underwear in one go, releasing his iron-hard, throbbing cock.

After letting Zhao Ru escape last time, Lu Jincheng wasn’t about to risk kissing her lips again. He focused instead on her cheeks, neck, and collarbone, trailing wild, teasing kisses, stoking Zhao Ru’s arousal.

Zhao Ru was flushed with shame and urgency, her body pinned in several places. Though she could still speak to beg him, even now she hesitated—should she call for help? And if she did, what would that mean for the others outside?

It was this indecision, this constant worrying and putting others first, that ruined her marriage—and now gave Lu Jincheng his opening.

If only she had ignored Sun Wei and Luo Xin’s kissing outside the door, she never would have been pushed by Lu Jincheng to the point of having her panties stripped down.

And even now, if she cried out when Lu Jincheng tried to assault her—even loud shouting right this moment—she could wake those outside and stop Lu Jincheng in his tracks.

But she didn’t. Her nature gave her a thousand worries, and that would directly lead to her tragedy in a few moments.

For while she was still weighing the pros and cons, too scared to cry out, Lu Jincheng had already broken his chains and released the dragon from the abyss.

Refusing to risk another mishap, Lu Jincheng said nothing, grabbing Zhao Ru’s lush thighs and pushing outward with his knee, splitting her legs forcefully. He hooked one of her legs over his knee, spread her clamped legs open, then did the same with the other, forcing her thighs apart on both sides.

Within moments, Zhao Ru was slumped back against the door, legs spread wide apart. She looked as though she were straddling Lu Jincheng’s thighs, her wrists still pinned high above her head—just like a criminal awaiting punishment.

With her thighs pried open, Zhao Ru’s flower was fully exposed, its petals unfurling, glistening with drops of nectar that reflected the light, sparkling and clear. Even though Lu Jincheng couldn’t see all of this, he was still filled with desperate longing.

Zhao Ru hadn’t even processed the shameful position she’d been forced into before she felt a scorching, heavy cock pressing at her cleft. She panicked, twisting her body as the bathroom door rattled loudly, her mouth open wide in terror. But before she could scream, a burning rod plunged into her, filling her all at once.

The cry for help that had already reached her throat was snuffed out by the sudden thrust, replaced by a weak, hopeless whimper.

Feeling his cock wrapped tight by her hot, silky pussy, Lu Jincheng couldn’t help letting out a groan of utter satisfaction. He hadn’t expected it to go so smoothly—he’d just guided his cock by feel, found her entrance and rammed in, the swollen head sliding easily along her soaked passage, slick and effortless. Feeling his cock wrapped tight by her hot, silky pussy, Lu Jincheng couldn’t help letting out a groan of utter satisfaction. He hadn’t expected it to go so smoothly—he’d just guided his cock by feel, found her entrance and rammed in, the swollen head sliding easily along her soaked passage, slick and effortless.