Dashing Student-Chapter 676: Having the Heart of a Thief but not the Courage?

Chen Nan could clearly feel the rhythmic contractions of every inch of her throat muscles, the warm and tight embrace almost driving him to the brink of losing control.

Her delicate throat contracted rhythmically with each swallow, like the finest velvet rubbing against his most sensitive nerves.

"So good... You're doing... so well..." he praised her haltingly, his voice fragmented by pleasure, his long fingers unconsciously threading through her waterfall-like hair.

Shen Qinglan, encouraged by his words, blushed enticingly at the corners of her eyes.

She adjusted the angle, allowing all of him to penetrate deeper into her mouth.

With one hand holding his scalding base, the other gently kneading his full sacs, her tongue agilely swept over the sensitive frenulum region, each movement precise enough to send shivers down his spine.

She gradually mastered the rhythm, lightly tapping the tip with her tongue each time she raised her head, deliberately making sweet swallowing sounds during the next deep throat.

The sound combined with the crystalline saliva oozing from between her lips and teeth completely shattered Chen Nan's reason.

"Qinglan... I'm about... to come..." he panted, trying to push her away, but was pinned in place by a sultry glance from her.

Her hands firmly pressed against his taut thigh muscles, her red lips enveloped him even deeper, and he could even feel her small nose brushing against the hair on his lower abdomen.

At the moment of final release, Shen Qinglan looked up at him, her usually cold eyes now misted with desire, her eyelashes trembling slightly, carrying a look of devotional reverence.

Chen Nan could resist no longer and released completely in a dizzying wave of pleasure.

In truth, his endurance was usually impressive, lasting at least half an hour or more.

But facing this once-dreamed-of goddess, all self-control crumbled.

Shen Qinglan choked slightly on the sudden hot flow, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes, but stubbornly swallowed most of it.

A few drops of milky liquid seeped from her flushed lips, tracing a lewd mark as they slid down her delicate chin and onto her snow-white collarbone.

She coughed lightly, her ample chest heaving with her breath, yet her face bore a satisfied expression.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" Shen Qinglan pressed her flushed face against his chest, her slender fingers drawing circles on his abs.

She was enamored with the masculine scent he exuded, feeling an unprecedented sense of security just by nestling beside him.

"Yes." Chen Nan hoarsely replied, his large hand caressing her smooth back.

To embrace such a celestial beauty as she slept, even just to listen to her steady breathing, was the utmost pleasure.

Shen Qinglan curled up in his arms like a cat, feeling his scorching body heat.

"You said you had seen many of my works during dinner?" She looked up, her red lips almost touching his.

"Mm." Chen Nan's Adam's apple bobbed, catching the faint jasmine scent in her hair.

"Which character do you like the most?" She blinked her moist eyes and pursued the question.

Chen Nan gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead, speaking with deep emotion, "Every character comes alive because of you."

Shen Qinglan didn't expect such a resounding reply from Chen Nan, a playful smile appearing on her face as she leaned close to his ear, her breath hot and teasing on his nerves: "So... do you want to fuck me?"

Chen Nan's breath hitched, surprised that the usually aloof goddess would be so direct.

He answered honestly, "I once... jerked off to your poster!"

Shen Qinglan giggled, her long legs wrapping amorously around his waist: "What about now?"

She guided his hand to cup her ample bosom, her alluring eyes full of springtime charm: "Do you want to personally experience... the sensation you've fantasized about countless times?"

Chen Nan's breathing grew labored, Shen Qinglan's words igniting the dormant desire within him like a spark.

He gazed at the goddess in his arms, usually so unattainable on screen.

Now her eyes were liquid pools, red lips slightly parted, her snowy skin glistening with a pearly sheen under the warm light.

"Are you sure?" Chen Nan looked at Shen Qinglan nervously, not daring to believe his ears.

Shen Qinglan blushed and responded softly, her brows full of charm: "Although I also find it quite absurd, being with you truly is a very happy thing!"

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Chen Nan's breathing became rapid: "Are you sure you won't regret it afterward?"

A wry smile appeared on Shen Qinglan's face: "Doctor Chen, are you saying you have the heart of a robber but not the guts?"

Chen Nan's breathing became heavy again, Shen Qinglan's words like a flame igniting the desire that had long been dormant within him.

He gazed at the goddess in his arms, usually so unattainable on screen, now her eyes were liquid pools, red lips slightly parted, her snowy skin glistening with a pearly sheen under the warm light.

"Are you sure?" Chen Nan's voice was hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing with his swallowing action.

His fingers subconsciously caressed the thin straps of her camisole, feeling the silky skin beneath tremble lightly.

Shen Qinglan did not answer, instead catching his wrist and guiding his long fingers to explore deeper into her deep V-neckline.

Beneath the black silk fabric, her ample chest rose and fell with her rapid breath, like two frightened doves.

When his palm fully enveloped that softness, both of them shivered lightly.

Chen Nan could feel her already hardened nipples pressing against his palm through the thin fabric, like two ripened cherries.

"Can you feel it?" she panted, her hot breath tickling his ear, "It's beating so fast for you." She moved his hand across her chest, letting him feel the rapid heartbeat.

Chen Nan's temples throbbed, all his blood rushing to his lower abdomen.

With a swift motion, he flipped her beneath him, their bodies pressed tightly together.

He could clearly feel the softness of her inner thighs and his own hardening desire pressing against her lower abdomen.

The thin straps of her black camisole slid off her rounded shoulders, revealing large patches of snowy skin.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, she looked like a delicate white jade statue, the hollow of her collarbone holding shallow shadows.

Chen Nan lowered his head to kiss there, his tongue gently licking the pink bite mark left earlier, the salty taste spreading in his mouth.

"Wait..." Shen Qinglan suddenly held back the hand that was exploring under her skirt, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

Her eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a frightened butterfly, "I... I haven't done this before... can you be gentle?"

Chen Nan took a deep breath, forcing himself to pull back from the fog of desire.

He propped himself up, looking at her face flushed with passion and her slightly parted lips, "If you're not ready yet, we can..."

"No, I want to." Shen Qinglan interrupted him urgently, cupping his chiseled face with her hands, "I'm just... a bit scared."

Chen Nan kissed her fingertips tenderly, then up along her slender wrist, leaving a moist kiss mark at the crook of her elbow, "Leave it to me."

He slowly removed her last pieces of clothing, his actions as gentle as if handling a fragile item.

When Shen Qinglan was fully revealed before him, Chen Nan's breath caught—she was a thousand times more beautiful than any poster or movie scene...