Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 130 The Teacher Seems to be Sick

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 The Teacher Seems to be Sick

"I..."

Zhou Xueqin bashfully lowered her head, hesitating, then looked up at Chen Dashan cautiously, "Or, should I play something simple for you first?"

"Just listen first, and if you’re interested, I can teach you!"

"Okay!"

Chen Dashan smiled, his eyes like those of a wolf king stalking its prey, staring at Zhou Xueqin. That intensely aggressive gaze made Zhou Xueqin’s heartbeat accelerate, panicking her completely.

In a flurry, she hurriedly led Chen Dashan to the adjacent piano room.

Watching her seductive figure, her pert, full peachy buttocks, and her long legs brushing against each other as she walked, Chen Dashan’s eyes darkened, and the tent in his trousers pitched even higher.

Chen Dashan followed Zhou Xueqin into the room, which was Jiang Rou’s room for practicing the piano.

The room was spacious, with only a grand piano in the center, a yoga mat and a large mirror in the corner, and nothing else.

With a "bang!"

Chen Dashan closed the wooden door of the room with his backhand. The sudden sound startled Zhou Xueqin, who was sitting before the piano. She covered her puffed-up chest with her small hands, her pearly teeth biting into her red lips, looking utterly fragile.

Chen Dashan smiled and said, "I’m sorry for startling you, teacher."

"It’s alright!"

Zhou Xueqin’s gaze moved from Chen Dashan’s handsome face down to the large tent at his crotch, staring at the towering, erect tent. Her hand, placed on the piano, suddenly pressed down forcefully, "Clang, clang, clang!"

The piano emitted several harsh notes.

Zhou Xueqin sat down properly, her ear tips red, not daring to look at Chen Dashan anymore.

Yet her mind was like a stormy sea. It was terrifying, how could a man’s part be so large? Even the male protagonists in adult films were not like this, was he hiding something in his trousers?

If it was placed inside...

At the thought, Zhou Xueqin’s cheeks flushed, and she unconsciously twisted her buttocks as her two white, straight legs pressed together and rubbed against each other under the piano.

Every little movement did not escape Chen Dashan’s eyes.

Seeing Chen Dashan approaching, Zhou Xueqin felt a wild and domineering masculine scent closing in on her. Even the air seemed to change flavor. She didn’t resist but instead wanted to get closer to capture more.

"I... I’ll first, play a simple ’Nocturne’ for you to listen to!"

After Zhou Xueqin spoke, her slender, snowy fingers danced on the black and white keys, releasing a series of musical notes. Chen Dashan stood behind Zhou Xueqin, towering over her. From behind, Zhou Xueqin’s substantial breasts appeared like two snowy, round spheres, barely contained by a black lace bra, spilling out strikingly.

The space between them looked like a narrow valley, deep and unseen.

Following Zhou Xueqin’s movements, her breasts trembled, almost seeming ready to pop out of her bra at any moment.

Chen Dashan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his mouth dry, his desire recently kindled by Jiang Rou now seemed reignited, watching the seductive Zhou Xueqin before him. He only wanted to press her down on the piano and thrust fiercely.

Feeling Chen Dashan’s heated gaze, Zhou Xueqin felt somewhat triumphant. Being the focus of a man’s attention, as a woman, she was undeniably beautiful and attractive.

Zhou Xueqin’s hands didn’t stop, and turning her head to Chen Dashan she asked, "Can you see clearly?"

"I think being a little closer to the teacher would probably be better!"

With a mischievous smile, Chen Dashan then directly sat down next to Zhou Xueqin.

Zhou Xueqin was stunned, still unable to react, when Chen Dashan’s body was already pressed against hers, his firm and feverish chest, muscular and filled with a manly aura. Zhou Xueqin tightened all over, and with a twist of her body, her towering chest gently rubbed against Chen Dashan’s.

Zhou Xueqin’s body shivered, and an ambiguous aura spread throughout the room.

The piano music stopped abruptly.

Chen Dashan took Zhou Xueqin’s small hand and said, "Teacher’s hands are really soft, they feel so comfortable."

Seeing Zhou Xueqin did not refuse, Chen Dashan placed her small hand on his body. The firm, feverish touch and muscular build were undeniably virile.

Zhou Xueqin, with her head lowered, said bashfully, "It’s our first meeting, isn’t this inappropriate?"

Chen Dashan laughed, "What is teacher thinking?"

"We haven’t done anything."

"Could it be that the teacher wants to do something else? Something that can’t be done on a first meeting? Like..."

Chen Dashan paused, his eyes landing on the large tent in his lap. Zhou Xueqin took a glance and her heartbeat thundered. If things turned real, it seemed improper at Jiang Rou’s house—what would Jiang Rou think of her later?

Would she lose her job?

Amidst her chaotic thoughts, Chen Dashan’s large hands landed on Zhou Xueqin’s waist—those fiery and powerful hands made her jolt as if electrified, sitting upright with her breathing turning rapid.

Feeling the woman’s change under his hands, Chen Dashan smiled, "Don’t be nervous, I see that teacher’s waist isn’t good, probably often suffers from backaches. Let me give you a massage."

How did he know?

Zhou Xueqin was startled, just about to refuse when Chen Dashan’s large hands began massaging her waist, inducing a tingling sensation that was intoxicating. After a few presses, her whole body relaxed and her waist felt a lot lighter.

Chen Dashan’s hands were restless, moving from the waist to the abdomen, and then to the buttocks. His fingers ignited like a spark, and Zhou Xueqin, seated on the chair, bit her red lips, her face flushing, and her legs tightly clamped together.

A sensation of being weak and powerless enveloped her body; Chen Dashan had never seen such a woman before and was even more tempted to pluck this delicate flower.

His hands slowly moved up along Zhou Xueqin’s green dress, over her smooth thighs, and then to the roots of her thighs.

"Don’t...stop, we..."

Zhou Xueqin was panting, her large watery eyes looking pitifully at Chen Dashan.

Chen Dashan moved even closer and whispered, "Teacher seems to be ill, why is your skirt wet?"

Zhou Xueqin felt ashamed, realizing Chen Dashan was doing this deliberately.

In an unguarded moment, Chen Dashan’s hand, like a slippery eel, darted under her skirt, touching the rounded mound and slowly moving downward.

Zhou Xueqin clamped her legs tightly, biting her red lips, afraid to make a sound.

Chen Dashan’s fingers teased up and down, her panties already soaked through, the sticky fluid warm and slippery. As he moved further down, he found that Zhou Xueqin had already spread her legs, her head resting on his shoulder, slightly parting her red lips, her gaze hazy, her body continuously squirming.

Indeed, women are creatures of contradiction!

Chen Dashan’s part was now as hard as iron. Ignoring everything else, he stood up and placed Zhou Xueqin on the piano.

"Clang clang clang..."

The piano emitted a burst of harsh noise, and before Zhou Xueqin could react, Chen Dashan had lifted her dress to her back, revealing her snow-white, perfectly round buttocks, quivering like two big, round sponge cakes.

Most crucially, Zhou Xueqin was wearing a dark red thong.

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