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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ — 1. First Dissertation, worth 5% of the final grade. 🫧
"Luo Binghe, I'd like to have a word with you."
All the students were already leaving the classroom, while Luo Binghe seemed to purposely take his time packing his things. He usually did this to talk with Shen Qingqiu. At the end of every class, this dedicated student would wait for everyone to leave so he could have some one-on-one time with his literary theory professor to clear up all his doubts.
"Yes, Shen-Laoshi? What would you like to talk about?" he asked, walking over to the professor's desk. Shen Qingqiu was seated, searching for something in his briefcase, and when he pulled out a sheet of paper, Luo Binghe’s body didn’t move, as if he had already expected it.
Supposedly, Shen Qingqiu was going to correct those dissertations and return them in two days, but apparently, he had picked Luo Binghe’s dissertation to correct first.
And it was a... very... strange dissertation. Shen Qingqiu placed the paper in front of his student, where the number 21 was boldly marked in red, which would be an interesting grade if the dissertation were worth 30 points instead of 100. “Narrative incoherence, disorganized information, lack of sources, spelling mistakes, a confusing and nonsensical text, and of course, it didn’t meet any of the dissertation's requirements. Luo Binghe, this is one of the top universities in China, and I expect excellence and rigor from my students. Honestly? This looks like it was written by a child, or that you drank three bottles of wine and started typing." He said, without worrying about being harsh with his words. In the past, he was much more aggressive with his students, to the point that people were terrified of taking his classes.
Luo Binghe was frozen, standing there, looking at the paper in shock. “I’m sorry for disappointing you, Shen-Laoshi.”
The expression on his face was so... delicate that, for a second, Shen Qingqiu thought he might make the student cry.
"I'm not disappointed," he said immediately, hoping that would prevent an emotional breakdown. "I'm just surprised. I didn’t expect... this to happen."
Luo Binghe remained standing there, looking devastated, like a puppy being scolded by its owner. "Luo Binghe is a very dedicated student," Shen Qingqiu continued, handing the dissertation back to him. "And I know you understand the material, or you wouldn’t be asking such complex questions at the end of every class or answering the things I ask in lectures. If you’re so smart, why did you write such a stupid piece of work?”
Shen Qingqiu had only been teaching Luo Binghe for a month, ever since the semester began, but he had seen this student around the university before. Luo Binghe was in his fourth semester, and Shen Qingqiu was familiar with his face because he often saw him at his public lectures. So... what the hell had happened for him to turn in such a poor-quality assignment to Shen Qingqiu?
Luo Binghe glanced away, seeming embarrassed. "I'm not very good at graded assignments."
Huh? What kind of answer was that?
Luo Binghe moved a little closer, and somewhat boldly, he sat on the edge of the desk, crossing his legs slightly, allowing his long, wavy hair to catch the sunlight.
Shen Qingqiu swallowed hard.
This student, Luo Binghe, was... undeniably stunning. And Shen Qingqiu had to make an effort not to stare for too long, even though he wanted to. He constantly had to remind himself that Luo Binghe was his student, not someone he met at a bar or on a dating app.
"Try to do better next time." He noticed Luo Binghe’s body tremble slightly upon hearing that, though he didn’t understand why.
"I thought... Maybe there is something I could do to raise my grade." Luo Binghe smiled, moving a little closer to Shen Qingqiu, still sitting on the desk, tossing his hair to the side so that his shoulders and collarbone were exposed, and perhaps Shen Qingqiu stared at that area for a bit too long.
"Unfortunately, I can't make an exception and let you write a different dissertation instead." Shen Qingqiu was firm in his words, leaving Luo Binghe a little disappointed with the response.
"I understand..." Luo Binghe put on a sad face, as if he wanted to say something else but stopped short. "Even if it won't raise my grade, I'd still like Shen-Laoshi to accept some sweets I made." Smiling at his professor, Luo Binghe pulled a neatly wrapped bento box from his bag, which smelled delicious.
"Thank you for this," Shen Qingqiu said, feeling a bit guilty about accepting such a tasty-looking gift after giving his student such a low grade.
Luo Binghe seemed so happy that it was as if he had immediately forgotten about the awful grade he had received. Well, maybe he’d just had a bad day...
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ — 2. First Exam, worth 35% of the final grade. 🫧
"Fifteen. Luo Binghe, you scored fifteen. I thought you'd dedicate yourself more." Shen Qingqiu looked at his student, somewhat disappointed. Luo Binghe didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, ever since he entered the classroom, Luo Binghe seemed... bolder.
He was wearing a shirt with a low neckline, revealing a bit more of his chest, his hair was tied up in an elegant hairstyle, and he even wore some jewelry on his body to draw attention. From afar, someone might mistake him for an idol or an actor.
(And Shen Qingqiu had a hard time not staring at him for the entire class.)
"Too bad... It seems I'm really bad at tests..."
Bad was an understatement! Luo Binghe had answered everything as if he were trying to say the exact opposite of what should have been said.
They were in the professor's office, Shen Qingqiu's workspace at the university (where he liked to spend afternoons doing research, as he worked as both a professor and a researcher). Out of curiosity, he decided to grade Luo Binghe's exam moments after it was turned in and was so shocked by the score that he had sent an email to his student, asking to meet in his office at his earliest convenience. It took Luo Binghe only five minutes to come see him.
"I don’t know what’s going on with you, Luo Binghe. You’re a brilliant, dedicated, and incredibly smart student." Shen Qingqiu was so distracted, still staring in disbelief at the oddly answered exam, that he didn’t notice the way Luo Binghe blushed at his words. "Definitely one of the best students I’ve ever had in all my years of teaching. You have so much potential and-"
In a rather unexpected and sudden moment, Luo Binghe approached and knelt on the floor in front of Shen Qingqiu’s chair, startling him immediately.
"Maybe... maybe there’s something I could do to make up for my grade... Shen-Laoshi..." Luo Binghe's voice was soft, calm, as he brought his face closer to Shen Qingqiu's thigh.
No. No. No! Shen Qingqiu immediately pulled away before he could do something he’d regret. He cleared his throat, coughing. "You can review the previous years' exams and study from them if the issue is with assessments and-"
Luo Binghe's eyes became more intense. "Hm... I just can’t help it, Shen-Laoshi, I get distracted during the test..."
"Distracted? Distracted by what?" Shen Qingqiu asked, surprised. Luo Binghe didn’t seem like the type of student with attention issues.
"By how hot Shen-Laoshi is..." Luo Binghe looked up, still on the floor, staring directly into Shen Qingqiu's eyes.
Shen Qingqiu backed into his bookshelf, realizing he had nowhere else to go.
He was using all his concentration not to get hard. Wrong, wrong, he shouldn't be getting aroused seeing his hot student, kneeling on the floor, praising him and willing to... do things to get his grade raised.
No, Shen Qingqiu was a man of integrity! He would not raise a student’s grade in exchange for a blowjob!
Even though... even though that student's mouth was slightly open, inviting, looking so warm and comfortable and-
No, no!
He would not fall for these tricks from students trying to raise their grades this way. Shen Qingqiu was a strict professor; he would only raise students' grades if they did well in exams and essays!
“Luo Binghe. Please, study more for next time.” He was firm in his words, turning his gaze away.
Luo Binghe stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up. He didn’t seem too shaken; in fact, he looked even more determined. "Alright."
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ — 3. Second Dissertation, worth 5% of the final grade. 🫧
“You didn’t even try this time,” Shen Qingqiu said, handing over the paper with a large 8 marked on it.
“Hmm… it was just so hard…” Luo Binghe said, twirling a strand of hair in his hand. They were alone in the room after all the other students had left.
“Hard? We covered all of this in class, you even commented on it!”
“Hm… I guess I forgot everything by the time I wrote the essay.”
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath.
“Luo Binghe, dissertations can be done with references.”
“They can…? Oh…”
“You didn’t even bother to read the email with the information about the dissertation?” Shen Qingqiu asked in shock, knowing he had made it very clear that the student could use various sources and research, always citing them. Not only did Luo Binghe fail to include any sources (leaving the information he made up scattered throughout the text!), but he hadn’t consulted anything?!
“There was an email?”
Of course there was! There always was. And Shen Qingqiu knew that Luo Binghe read all his emails because he always responded to each one (saying he would try harder, thanking Shen Qingqiu for his effort, or even just wishing him a good day).
(Shen Qingqiu remembered very well a day when he said that the class would be canceled due to health reasons, and Luo Binghe responded very worried, wishing him a speedy recovery, talking about cooking meals for him to eat better and stay healthy, among other things.)
“Luo Binghe… You really are… shameless.”
He didn’t seem to care, just moved closer to his professor. “I am, aren’t I? I’m so silly, I can’t do any work right, what a disaster! I’m going to fail and lose the whole semester like this!”
“Don’t panic, there’s still time for you to study better and focus more on the next assessments and assignments and-”
He hadn't even finished speaking before his student interrupted him by almost jumping on him. “Or I could suck Shen-Laoshi's cock so hotly that he'll want to give me a high grade.”
“No!”
“No? Then I can sit on Shen-Laoshi's lap while he corrects my assignments and-”
“Binghe! No!”
He saw his disciple frown. Shen Qingqiu's whole face was red and he was trying his hardest not to imagine what Luo Binghe was saying. Wrong, wrong, it was so wrong!
“I'll help you. You can hand in another assignment. Please pay attention to the instructions this time, Binghe.”
The student pouted, annoyed by this. “Okay...” He said, a little sadly, an expression that seemed to break Shen Qingqiu’s heart.
Well... at least now he might understand that he should take it more seriously and be able to do a better job.
(He didn't; the next day, he handed in a paper that was just as bad as the previous one).
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ — 4. Second exam, worth 35% of the final grade. 🫧
“Five. The lowest grade in the class.” He handed the exam to Luo Binghe, who didn’t seem to care about the news. Quite a reaction, considering Shen Qingqiu was used to seeing students crying from anxiety over a 40. “21 and 8 on the assignments, 15 and 5 on the two exams. You have a 16.9 average. You can still earn up to 20 more points with the final essay, but even if you get the maximum score, it won’t be enough to pass. You’re aware that you need to score above 60 to pass, and you’re far from that.”
Luo Binghe made a sad face, though it didn’t seem genuine. “Am I… going to fail?”
Why was he surprised by this?! Wasn’t it obvious?!
“If you put in effort on the final assignment and get at least thirty on your overall grade, I’ll let you retake the exam, even if it’s below the required grade.”
“I don’t know… It’s such a difficult subject… Couldn’t… Shen-Laoshi give me some private tutoring?” He asked, sitting at the desk. “At my house… at your house…”
No, no fucking way! Shen Qingqiu didn't mind tutoring Luo Binghe privately, but in their homes? Shen Qingqiu had a hard enough time not getting his cock erect when he was alone with Luo Binghe at college, imagine in the privacy of his house.
“Absolutely not.” he said, using the test to tap Luo Binghe lightly on the head. “Shameless student!”
“Ah! There's no other way, I'll have to offer myself sexually to Shen-Laoshi to get better grades and-”
Shen Qingqiu used the exam to put in front of his face, trying to hide a little of how red he was. “Hm… think about this, Shen-Laoshi, we can lock this door, I can kneel on the floor, put you in my mouth... nobody will know, nobody needs to know... Your career won't be at risk...”
It wasn't his career that Shen Qingqiu was worried about, but his morals! That was wrong. No matter how much he wanted to rub up against that student's hot body. That was very, very wrong!
“We can't do that, Binghe, it's not ethical.”
“But you want to, don't you? I can see...” He smiled, staring at the bulge forming between Shen Qingqiu's legs. “If Shen-Laoshi wants this as much as I do, then why can't we?”
“Because it's wrong!”
“I'm of legal age, this is totally consensual and I'm doing it of my own free will, I want to suck you, give you pleasure, I want to make Shen-Laoshi cum in my hands... I don't understand what's wrong with that.”
Shen Qingqiu turned redder after hearing that. Oh, he wanted it too, he wanted it a lot, he wanted it too much.
“There's a power relationship. You might think it's consensual, but in the end you'd be doing it to get your grades up and pass. Luo Binghe, it's very immoral for a professor to accept such things.”
He hadn't expected, even though it seemed quite obvious, that Luo Binghe would give a wry smile and approach him. “But that's one of the sexiest parts...”
Shen Qingqiu hit him with the test again. “Go home. Study. Study hard. And do a good final assignment!”
Luo Binghe's eyes seemed to sparkle. “Right, I'll do it.”
Something... something told Shen Qingqiu that it wouldn't work out.
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ - 5. Final Dissertation, worth 20% of the final grade. 🫧
Luo Binghe had not submitted the dissertation as Shen Qingqiu had requested.
No.
He had submitted a love letter written disguised as it was a dissertation..
Shen Qingqiu wanted to die.
Not only did the dissertation expose Luo Binghe's romantic feelings for Shen Qingqiu, but also his erotic ones. And that student had a sharp mouth for such things! Damn!
(Yes, by that we mean that Shen Qingqiu got horny reading that dissertation).
This had to end.
"You just threw your entire semester in the trash," Shen Qingqiu said sternly, staring at Luo Binghe in the classroom. It was just the two of them there, alone, and he could tell that Luo Binghe always seemed happy when that happened. Shameless...
"Hm. What a shame, looks like I failed and will have to take classes with Shen-Laoshi again next year. How tragic..."
He wasn’t even a little upset! What kind of obsession was this?
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, huffing, using all his willpower to say. “Luo Binghe, I'm not going to fuck one of my students.”
Ah... even if he wanted to...
“No problem, Shen-Laoshi, this student can fuck you instead.”
At the same moment, Shen Qingqiu's face turned red and some inappropriate images came into his mind. Among them, thoughts he'd had while masturbating at least three times a week for the entire semester.
Shit, he called Luo Binghe shameless, but in the end, he was a bit too... What kind of professor was he, who masturbated thinking about his most dedicated student?
“Don't you like this thought?” Luo Binghe asked, approaching him. “We lock the room, I put you on this table here, I throw down all those exam papers and assignments you're carrying, I spread your legs wide and I fuck you for hours, letting you have one orgasm after another, satisfying you completely. Shen-Laoshi is so busy, isn't he...? I'm sure you must be needy, needy... it's been a while, hasn't it? Aren't you in the mood to feel something delicious inside you?”
“Enough!” Shen Qingqiu spoke, his face red, panting, the words affecting him deeply, he opened his backpack and handed Luo Binghe an exam.
“Hm? What is it, Shen-Laoshi?”
“I can't stand to see you answering so much shit and nonsense in your exams and assessments. Sit down now and take this test now! And do it right! I refuse to let a dedicated student like you fail, even if you are disingenuous and shameless.”
And don't know how to keep your dick in your pants.
But... that part Shen Qingqiu liked.
Luo Binghe's gaze calmed down and he pulled up one of the chairs, using the professor's desk to lean on and look at the test. “This test will replace everything you've done during the semester.” Shen Qingqiu explained. “I created it for my postgraduate students, it's a lot more complex, but the grade you get on it will be your final grade, so make sure you get at least thirty so I can let you try a last exam with the other students that have also failed.”
Luo Binghe gave a little smile, putting the pen to his lips.
“Hmm... I don't know. I was so bad this semester. Maybe it's a good thing if I fail and take another semester with Shen-Laoshi, then I'll learn the right way...”
Shen Qingqiu sighed. Was that student so infatuated with him that he wanted to fail just to spend more time with him? “Luo Binghe is a dedicated student with a genuine interest in learning. I wouldn’t mind if you came to attend my classes even if you’re not enrolled. Besides, you need this course to graduate, and who knows, when you do graduate, you might even become one of my postgraduate students?”
Luo Binghe's eyes seemed to light up at that. Right on.
But it didn't seem to be enough, as Luo Binghe stared at the test and lifted his gaze to ask. “Who is Wu Cheng'en? What is Journey to the West? ”
Shen Qingqiu snorted. His disciple was a hopeless case.
Then Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth to say something he knew he couldn't take back. “Luo Binghe, if you score above 90 on this test, I'll let you fuck me.”
Luo Binghe's expression changed completely and he didn't say anything else, he settled his posture better on the table and began to read the questions in more detail and write down the answers.
Shen Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way Luo Binghe could get above 90. It was a difficult exam, and his students had worked hard to get thirty, imagine ninety. There were parts of the subject that Shen Qingqiu hadn't even taught to this class, but which involved postgraduate research. It was impossible for a fourth semester student to solve it. So Shen Qingqiu didn't have to worry about keeping his promise... because... because... he didn't want to...Did he?
As he watched Luo Binghe write down the answers, he tried to keep the image from his mind of what it would be like if Luo Binghe scored above 90.
After all, he didn't want to get an erection right there in front of his student.
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ — + 1. Postgraduate assignment, worth 100% of final grade. 🫧
Luo Binghe was leaning on the table, never once taking his eyes off Shen Qingqiu. It was almost as if he didn't blink.
“You don’t need to stay here while I grade the test, Binghe,” he said to his student, feeling strange about grading an exam while someone watched him, though he had to admit the company was interesting.
"Shen-Laoshi looks sexy while grading tests. He looks so focused... It's beautiful..." Luo Binghe smiled, his face mischievous. Anyone who saw him talking like this would never think he was the same cute and gentle student who raised his hand in class to ask permission to answer any question Shen Qingqiu asked in the class. "Shen-Laoshi could grade all the college stuff while sitting on my lap, I could make my professor very comfortable by jerking him off while he evaluated the other students."
Shen Qingqiu realized that, for the sake of his sanity, it would be better to ignore what Luo Binghe was saying — if he started to think too much about it, he would lose his composure.
But Luo Binghe didn't know how to take it easy, by now, Shen Qingqiu didn't even know if he was doing it on purpose or not. "Is this student doing well on the test? I worked very hard to please the professor..." Luo Binghe's somewhat curious hands slid on the table, slowly, touching his professor’s arm. "I hope this professor can compensate his dear student for working so hard..."
Shen Qingqiu had already started to throw his morals down the drain by letting his student touch him like that. “Your argumentation is flawless. There are no spelling errors whatsoever. And your analysis is well above average…” He said, staring at the three pages of the assignment that Luo Binghe had written. Everything was so extremely coherent that it was frightening to think how he had done it without any preparation. It was exactly the level he expected from a student as dedicated and helpful as Luo Binghe demonstrated himself to be during classes.
Luo Binghe’s eyes seemed to sparkle with each compliment.
“Isn’t it better this way?” Shen Qingqiu asked, making some notes on the paper. “Receiving praise is better than deliberately getting everything wrong, isn’t it? Why were you doing that?”
Luo Binghe lowered his head slightly. "I apologize, Shen-Laoshi. You see, I have a friend who was struggling in one of the classes, as he's never been very good at subjects that involve a lot of numbers and math, but after he fucked the professor, his grades improved..."
Numbers and math... Could this be...?
Dammit Shang Qinghua! That idiotic statistics professor (who was affectionately Shen Qingqiu's best friend) had been fucked by one of his students?! It wasn't surprising that this had crossed Luo Binghe's mind. Ah, damn you, Shang Qinghua, turning that dear and delicate student of Shen Qingqiu into such a perversion!
"So, a friend of mine gave me this idea... that if I got really bad grades, Shen-Laoshi could ask me to suck him in exchange for good grades..."
The difference was that Shen Qingqiu wasn't an immoral pervert like Shang Qinghua! Well, he was obviously very, very interested in being fucked by his student, he just wouldn't use grades as a bargaining chip.
"You don't have to do that anymore." Shen Qingqiu sighed, using the red pen to make a final note on the assessment, then writing a number at the top. "Congratulations on the grade, Binghe, you are truly a very dedicated student."
The smile on Luo Binghe's face as he read the number 93 became unforgettable to Shen Qingqiu's memory.
And Shen Qingqiu swallowed. But he sighed. He had agreed to this... Apparently, there wouldn't be another way, what a shame! It wasn't an abuse of power if Luo Binghe had good grades, right? Wait... motivating his student to study to fuck the professor involved abuse of power? Was it something in the slightly immoral aspect of the matter? But Shen Qingqiu's best friend had done worse, so that couldn't be so bad... He was doing good for his student in that way-
Shen Qingqiu had his thoughts interrupted by Luo Binghe kissing him.
And Shen Qingqiu allowed it, letting that tongue enter his mouth and explore its depths, deflecting any feelings of guilt he might have when that handsome man seemed so motivated to give him pleasure.
"Binghe, the door..." he spoke, breathless, when his student pulled away. A part of him, still feeling guilty, searching for some way to avoid this situation.
“I locked it.” How did he get the key to lock the door?! Alright… that was something he could figure out later.
“Hm… I don’t know if we should do this now. After all, we don’t have lubricant or condoms-”
At that moment, Luo Binghe stepped away and went to his backpack, rummaging through it for a few seconds. No way…
He held up a bottle of lubricant and a packet of condoms. Shen Qingqiu was very confused for ten seconds before realizing he was thinking about Luo Binghe. The man was so attractive, so good-looking; it was probably the case that women (and men) were constantly throwing themselves at him, and he must have to be prepared, right?
Shen Qingqiu saw from a distance that Luo Binghe wasn’t carrying just one condom but several different ones… Was it possible he had bought multiple sizes because he wasn’t sure of Shen Qingqiu’s size?
Oh… fuck..
When Luo Binghe approached again, smiling and setting the lubricant and condoms on the desk, Shen Qingqiu moved back slightly.
“Binghe, I don’t know if…”
He wanted so badly to fulfill all of his darkest fantasies with him, but it wasn’t even remotely morally correct.
Luo Binghe made a sad expression that looked like a puppy that had just been scolded. “Does Shen-Laoshi not want to have sex with this student?”
“I want it. But I don’t know if we should be doing it, Binghe, it is wrong, and I don’t want to be abusing my power as your professor.”
Luo Binghe interrupted him with a kiss.
“Shen-Laoshi, I’ve liked you for a long time. I came to this university because I knew you were teaching here.” Luo Binghe then knelt on the floor between Shen Qingqiu’s legs, resting his head on his thigh while his fingers played around the area. “Since I had my Aula Magna with you on my first day at university, I haven’t stopped thinking about how it would be to be close to my dear professor. I worked hard through all my courses just to have the chance to be in a class teached by you…” He said calmly, his hands still close to Shen Qingqiu. Then, he looked up. “Let me show my appreciation to my professor.” And, almost as if pleading, he said, “Please.”
All the blood that should have been in Shen Qingqiu's mind went straight to his dick. Was that delicious man really begging to suck Shen Qingqiu's dick?
Swallowing hard, Shen Qingqiu tried to find his composure.
“Since you’ve been such a dedicated and committed student, I think... I think you deserve some recognition...” Blushing and unsure how to react, Shen Qingqiu looked away, feeling embarrassed. “Do whatever you want with me.”
Hearing these words, it was as if Luo Binghe's brain had stopped working for a few seconds before returning to full functioning, he hurriedly began working his hands on Shen Qingqiu's belt to unbuckle it and grab his cock with his hands.
Shen Qingqiu didn't understand why Luo Binghe was so eager about it, but he didn't complain when he felt Luo Binghe's mouth around his penis, giving it a few licks as if savoring a delicious lollipop. "I apologize to my professor if it's not pleasant; it's my first time doing this." Then he paused for a few seconds, blushing as he spoke. "Although I have trained with... other things."
Of course, it should be. Luo Binghe was the type of person who didn't seem to kneel to anyone but for whom everyone would kneel. Such a thought made Shen Qingqiu's face flush with the idea. But trained? Had Luo Binghe trained with some phallic object to be able to suck Shen Qingqiu's cock? Holy shit, if there was already little blood in Shen Qingqiu's head before, there was none left now.
"Just... take it easy," he said, afraid of what all of Luo Binghe's desperation might bring.
Luo Binghe nodded, returning to lick the tip of Shen Qingqiu's penis. It didn't take long for him to become a bit more eager, taking his mouth deeper and lodging the member in his throat. Shen Qingqiu was grateful that the college was much emptier by now, because the moan that escaped his mouth was louder than he had planned.
As if Luo Binghe were pleased to hear him moan, he became more invested in what he was doing, deliberately making obscene sounds that made Shen Qingqiu even more aroused. A part of Shen Qingqiu wanted to slide his hands down and grip Luo Binghe's hair, wrapping his fingers in the strands and pulling him closer, but he couldn't deny that seeing Luo Binghe's enthusiasm while doing it alone was already exciting in its own right.
He just needed to... relax and enjoy, and so he did, closing his eyes slightly and focusing on the sensation, listening to Luo Binghe's moans as he rubbed his body against Shen Qingqiu's legs. Luo Binghe pulled away for mere seconds, only to moan in a sulky tone, saying, "Shen-Laoshi's cock is so tasty..."
Luo Binghe was still a bit awkward due to his inexperience, but it was something he could improve over time, and just thinking about it made Shen Qingqiu's face flush with the fantasy of teaching Luo Binghe how to give better head, perhaps giving him practical lessons as a good professor.
Feeling aroused by such thoughts that should have been so wrong but felt so right, Shen Qingqiu couldn't resist and came forcefully on Luo Binghe's face, immediately panicking at having done so. But before he could apologize, he saw the way his student smiled while sliding his tongue over his lips as if trying to catch any leftover semen that had spread across them. His face was a little dirty, slightly going into his hair, and he was panting and flushed. Even though he had just come, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but feel turned on by it.
Luo Binghe looked at the bulge in his pants, and he seemed... uncomfortable. Shen Qingqiu followed his gaze, noticing the large bulge there.
Still a bit embarrassed and not getting up from the floor, Luo Binghe raised his puppy-like eyes. "Shen-Laoshi... your student isn't quite sure what to do."
"Hm? What do you mean?" Shen Qingqiu found the question curious. Did Luo Binghe think he needed special treatment just because Shen Qingqiu was older? Ah, these young people today... "Just do it like you would with anyone your age. Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean it should be different, Binghe."
Luo Binghe blushed a bit more, moving closer to Shen Qingqiu and resting his face against his thighs. He seemed to find that spot particularly comfortable.
"No, it's not that... It's just that… I'm a virgin."
...
...
Shen Qingqiu's eyes widened. A virgin? That boy? The boy who had spent the whole semester teasing and asking to give his professor a blowjob? The boy who went around attracting as much attention as an actor and received love letters or desperate girls flirting with him all the time, but never once took his eyes off his professor to pay attention to the classmates who were so desperate for him?
And, to make matters worse, Luo Binghe added, "I was saving my virginity for Shen-Laoshi; it felt... wrong to have sex with anyone other than Shen-Laoshi."
Are you saying that this god of beauty in human form not only had been in love with his professor for who knows how long but had also saved himself sexually for him?
Shen Qingqiu felt like he might faint from the fact that there was no more blood circulating anywhere in his body except his cock.
“Shen-Laoshi…? Did I do something wrong?” the student asked, a bit confused, noticing that Shen Qingqiu hadn’t said anything for several seconds.
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath before speaking. “I wasn’t expecting to hear that.”
Luo Binghe had a calm smile on his lips. “I was hoping my professor could teach me how to fuck someone…”
Shen Qingqiu felt like his head was going to explode, both from arousal and from a part of him shouting: wrong, wrong.
But, to hell with it, he didn’t have any more blood in his brain to distinguish what should be morally right from what should be morally wrong.
“Don’t worry, I will teach my student well.” And, getting up from the chair he had been sitting in and using his hand to help Luo Binghe up, he kissed him on the lips once more.
It was somewhat exciting how tall Luo Binghe was compared to Shen Qingqiu; even though Shen Qingqiu wasn’t a short man, Luo Binghe was so tall that he had to lift his face a bit to reach him. His legs wobbled a little with the contact, blushing as he rubbed against him, feeling the bulge between Luo Binghe’s legs pressing against him.
Not that Shen Qingqiu was very experienced himself, but… he had done it enough times to know how to instruct Luo Binghe.
As Shen Qingqiu began working on Luo Binghe's pants to undress him, Luo Binghe spoke, a bit embarrassed. “And I’m afraid of hurting Shen-Laoshi with my inexperience.”
“Hurt me? But how- Oh.”
Shen Qingqiu's eyes widened the moment he saw Luo Binghe's penis. It was definitely… huge. Not in the way Shen Qingqiu would read in an erotic monsterfucker book, of course, but it was almost like those unrealistic size penises that anyone would find in erotic literature where the author is keen to emphasize just how big the character's cock is. It looked very much like it had come straight out of a porn film, and Shen Qingqiu didn’t know whether he should be frightened or horny.
Or be frightened for being horny.
Luo Binghe seemed to have noticed the concern, already anticipating that this would happen. “If Shen-Laoshi wants to fuck me instead, that’s fine-”
If he hadn’t said he was a virgin just moments ago, Shen Qingqiu could even imagine scenarios where he would pull down his pants and girls would be scared and move away, not wanting that inside them. Was Shen Qingqiu crazy for wanting that? Maybe. Maybe he had consumed too much questionable porn that made him interested in such things and…
Ah… Who was he kidding? His vibrators and dildos were huge. He really liked the large size.
“No, absolutely not, I’m not going to lower myself to a level of a professor who fucks his student.”
Because, in his mind, being fucked by his student was more acceptable than fucking the student.
Still contemplating how to proceed, Shen Qingqiu pointed to his own chair, speaking calmly but authoritatively. “Sit down.”
“Shen-Laoshi…?”
Shen Qingqiu sat on his own desk (thankful that it was large and made of solid wood), spreading his legs wide towards Luo Binghe, allowing him to see his entrance and noticing the way Luo Binghe's pupils seemed to dilate at the sight.
“Your first lesson is simple, you’re going to prepare me, just coat your fingers with lubricant and insert one finger in me-”
He barely finished speaking before Luo Binghe did just that, such an eager student. Shen Qingqiu moaned softly and allowed Luo Binghe to explore his interior, with Luo Binghe’s fingers seeming to enjoy the sensation. He was quite focused on it, while Shen Qingqiu held back from moaning louder. “You can add two more, carefully.”
Luo Binghe did so, and his fingers were thicker than Shen Qingqiu's, filling him better. Usually, three fingers were enough for him, but considering how thick Luo Binghe's cock was… “Now add another and stretch it well.” Shen Qingqiu explained, waiting for the sensation of discomfort to pass.
Luo Binghe seemed quite impatient doing that, fidgeting with his legs and becoming restless in the chair. It was almost a bit pitiful to see, and Shen Qingqiu felt that if he didn’t let Luo Binghe get inside him soon, that student would end up having a breakdown.
But with the way Luo Binghe was… it would really be dangerous to let that student fuck him.
“I’m going to ride you. Is that alright with you?” Shen Qingqiu asked, watching how Luo Binghe trembled all over in the chair at this, nodding desperately. Shen Qingqiu sighed, getting up from the desk to grab a condom to put on Luo Binghe’s cock, hoping it was well-lubricated. Just to be sure, he applied more lubricant, noticing how Luo Binghe shivered every time his hand touched his cock. Shen Qingqiu positioned himself over Luo Binghe, hoping the chair would support their combined weight, and spoke in a softer tone. “This professor will show to this student how it’s done.”
And with that, he lowered himself onto Luo Binghe’s cock, enduring the momentary pain. “Stay still,” he said, knowing that Luo Binghe might decide to move, and waited for his body to get used to it.
“Shen-Laoshi…” he heard Luo Binghe moan, and he smiled.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, moving slightly around his member, feeling how full he was.
Luo Binghe blushed a little more. “Yes, absolutely yes. Very good. So fucking good.”
“We’ll take it slow, okay?” He said slowly, reaching his hand to touch Luo Binghe’s face as he began to ride slowly to get used to the sensation. Luo Binghe seemed to accept this better, letting Shen Qingqiu take the lead.
It took a while for him to adjust, but as he became more accustomed, Shen Qingqiu moved faster, delighting in how Luo Binghe attacked his neck with bites and hickeys while his hand worked on his professor’s cock.
He remembered Luo Binghe saying he wanted to make his professor come multiple times, and his body shivered at the thought.
“Binghe…” he moaned his student’s name. “I think… I think you can move now and-”
What Shen Qingqiu meant was that Luo Binghe could use his hands to help Shen Qingqiu ride his cock.
But Luo Binghe understood it differently, lifting Shen Qingqiu’s body while holding him, which startled Shen Qingqiu with the immense strength Luo Binghe used to hold him so easily. Before he could understand what was happening, his back was pressed against the wall, and Luo Binghe began to fuck him with the force of someone who had been holding back for a long time.
To emphasize this, Luo Binghe moaned right next to Shen Qingqiu’s ear. “Sorry, Shen-Laoshi, I can’t resist anymore. It’s hard to look at Shen-Laoshi every class without being able to pin him against the board and fuck him while Shen-Laoshi tries to take notes. Shen-Laoshi… every time you turn to write on the board… I thought about these things, especially when you turned your delicious ass in my direction…”
Shen Qingqiu moaned, wrapping his legs more tightly around Luo Binghe. “What a shameless student… So this is what went through your little head during the classes? Is that why you sometimes seem lost and distracted in the classes?”
“It’s hard to concentrate looking at Shen-Laoshi.” He bit Shen Qingqiu’s neck again, making sure there would be a noticeable mark later. His arms were holding Shen Qingqiu’s body tightly as he pressed him against the board, panting, thrusting in and out of him brutally, as if he wanted to satisfy himself. Shen Qingqiu was experiencing so much pleasure that he couldn’t even care about the pain he would feel later. “Shen-Laoshi, I can’t… I can’t hold on any longer.”
A slight smile appeared on Shen Qingqiu’s lips. “It’s okay, it’s okay, this student has permission from his professor to cum.”
Hearing this, Luo Binghe’s face flushed completely, and he came inside Shen Qingqiu, his body going limp, but still holding Shen Qingqiu and stroking his member so he could come too. The pulses inside him were so delicious, and seeing how Luo Binghe moaned while coming made it not long before Shen Qingqiu followed suit, shouting so loudly that there was a risk someone in the college might hear.
Even looking exhausted, Luo Binghe made sure to carry Shen Qingqiu to his chair and position him there while his legs still seemed weak from the intensity of the orgasm. Luo Binghe had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, and he didn’t seem tired at all; in fact, he looked like a puppy wagging its tail.
Ah…
Ah…
Shen Qingqiu had just fucked his student. Or better, he had just being fucked by his student.
He didn’t know where to hide his face.
“Shen-Laoshi, are you okay? Does Shen-Laoshi need anything? Shen-Laoshi- ”
“Calm down, calm down, I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath.” He said, tired, with his insides still aching. Luo Binghe finally went to dispose of the condom, before Shen Qingqiu noticed the enormous amount of cum inside it… Not failing to think about the possibility of Luo Binghe coming like that inside him and filling him with it… right… something to be dealt with later.
Later…?
Would there be other times?
“Shen-Laoshi?”
“Hm?”
“Could this student take his professor out on a date, now that the semester is over?”
Shen Qingqiu bit his lip, looking at Luo Binghe intensely. He shouldn’t be doing this, but… but… somehow, it seemed impossible to say no to that man.
With a slight smile on his face, he nodded. “Sure.”
After all, in some days, Luo Binghe wouldn’t be his student anymore… so… it was ok to date him, right?