Chapter 43: Trembling Thighs (R-18)

The corridor stretched out before them like the throat of a beast, lined with peeling wallpaper that curled like dead skin. The air here was thicker than in the lobby. It was heavy, humid, and carried a cloying sweetness that sat in the back of the throat—a mixture of rotting orchids and stale musk.

Instructor Han Rou walked in front, her jade-green robes rustling softly in the silence. She held a glowing talisman in one hand, casting a pale, flickering light against the shadows.

"Stay close, Yun Xi," Han Rou whispered, her voice tight. She was trying to project authority, trying to be the pillar her student needed, but the sight of those three drained boys downstairs had shaken her deeply. "We just need to check the perimeter of the ground floor. If we see anything... anything... we retreat to the courtyard."

"Y-Yes, Teacher," Yun Xi stammered from behind.

The shy girl was practically walking on Han Rou’s heels. She clutched her bag of salt against her massive chest, her eyes darting frantically from shadow to shadow. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like a monster’s footstep.

"It’s so hot in here," Yun Xi murmured, pulling at her collar. "Is it... is it supposed to be this hot?"

Han Rou frowned. "The temperature should be dropping at night. It must be the stagnant air."

But as the words left her mouth, Han Rou felt it too.

It wasn't a heat that came from fire. It was a heat that bloomed from within.

It started in her lower abdomen—a sudden, sharp coil of warmth that felt like swallowing a mouthful of hot liquor. It dropped straight down, settling heavily in her pelvis.

Thump.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Han Rou stopped walking. She gasped softly, her hand flying to her chest.

"Teacher?" Yun Xi bumped into her back. "What's wrong?"

"I..." Han Rou tried to speak, but her breath hitched.

A strange, alien sensation washed over her. It was a wave of pure, concentrated sensitivity. The fabric of her panties, which had been comfortable a moment ago, suddenly felt like sandpaper against her skin.

And then came the wetness.

It happened in an instant. Her pussy, which had been dormant and professional, wept. A sudden gush of slick, hot fluid soaked her underwear, drenching the cotton between her legs. It was so sudden and so voluminous that she instinctively clamped her legs together to catch it.

Clench.

Her vaginal walls contracted violently. It was a spasm of need, a desperate, empty ache that demanded to be filled.

"Oh..." Han Rou let out a low, breathless whimper, her knees knocking together.

She squeezed her thighs tight, grinding them against each other. The friction of her wet, swollen lips rubbing together sent a jolt of electricity straight up her spine, making her toes curl inside her boots.

What is happening? Her mind raced, panic warring with a sudden, hazy fog of lust. Is this... an attack?

"Teacher!" Yun Xi came around to face her. She saw Han Rou’s face and dropped her bag of salt.

The Instructor’s face was flushed a deep, feverish scarlet. Her eyes were glazed over, half-lidded and unfocused. Her lips were parted, panting shallow breaths. Sweat beaded on her forehead, making her glasses slide down her nose.

"Teacher! Are you hurt?" Yun Xi grabbed Han Rou’s shoulders, shaking her frantically. "Snap out of it! Is it a poison?"

Han Rou didn't feel the shaking. She barely heard the voice.

The world around her was warping.

The peeling wallpaper dissolved. The dark, dusty corridor melted away.

In Han Rou’s mind, the darkness vanished. She was standing in a room bathed in soft, pink light. The air smelled of aphrodisiacs.

And when she looked down, her robes were gone.

I'm naked, Han Rou thought, but the thought brought no shame. It brought thrill.

In the hallucination, she was standing completely nude. Her body, ripe and mature, was on display. Her large, heavy breasts swayed with her breathing, the nipples hard and dark red. Her hips were wide, her skin glowing with sweat. And between her legs, she could see the honey-like nectar dripping down her inner thighs.

The sensation of the phantom air caressing her naked skin was unbearable. It felt like invisible hands were roaming over her—touching her waist, cupping her ass, flicking her nipples.

"Mmm... no..." Han Rou moaned aloud in the real world, her head lolling back. "Don't... don't tease me..."

She couldn't stand it. The itch was too deep.

In the corridor, Yun Xi stared in horror as her teacher began to squirm.

"Teacher! Who are you talking to?"

Then, the wave hit Yun Xi.

It didn't ask for permission. It slammed into her like a physical blow.

"Ah!"

Yun Xi gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Her legs, already weak from fear, turned to jelly.

Tremble.

A violent shudder racked her small frame. The heat exploded in her core. It was the same feeling she had felt in the library when Kai had pressed against her—but magnified a hundred times.

Her massive breasts, confined in her uniform, suddenly felt incredibly heavy and sensitive. The fabric rubbing against her nipples was agonizingly good.

And down below...

"K-Kai..." Yun Xi whispered, her mind instantly conjuring the image of the man who had dominated her thoughts for three days.

Her knees gave out. She collapsed onto the dirty floorboards, her skirt splaying out around her.

She couldn't stand up. Her legs were shaking so hard her heels drummed against the wood. Her inner thighs were slick with sweat and juices.

"It... it hurts..." Yun Xi whimpered, tears of confusion and arousal filling her eyes behind her fogged glasses. "I need... I need..."

She didn't know what she needed, but her body knew how to get it.

Han Rou, lost in her pink delusion, could no longer fight the urge. The "Different Energy" permeating the dorm wasn't just influencing them; it was controlling their motor functions through pure libido.

"So wet..." Han Rou hissed.

She dropped the glowing talisman. It rolled away, casting long, dancing shadows of the two women.

Han Rou didn't care. She reached down. She didn't bother to lift her robes. She couldn't wait that long.

She shoved her hand inside the layers of her hanfu. She tore past the silk lining, her hand hunting for the source of the heat. She found the waistband of her trousers and shoved her hand down.

Squelch.

Her fingers hit the soaking wet cotton of her panties.

"Oh god!" Han Rou cried out, her hips bucking forward to meet her own hand.

She dug her fingers into her mound. She rubbed herself frantically through the wet fabric. The friction was rough, intense, and perfect. She circled her clitoris with a desperate speed, her other hand coming up to grab her own breast through her robes, squeezing the soft flesh violently.

"Teacher..." Yun Xi watched her through a haze of lust.

Seeing the authority figure break down shattered Yun Xi’s last defense.

"I can't... I can't stop..."

Yun Xi sat on the floor, her legs spread wide in a W-shape. Her hands were trembling uncontrollably as they moved to her crotch.

She didn't reach inside. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist, bunching the fabric.

She was wearing simple, childish cotton panties, but right now, they were translucent with moisture. The dark patch of her wetness was clearly visible in the dim light of the talisman.

Yun Xi placed her hand directly over her pussy.

Rub.

"Nnngh!"

A high-pitched squeal tore from her throat. She pressed her palm flat against her mound and began to grind. She rocked her hips back and forth, using the floor for leverage.

"Kai... finger... use your finger..." she babbled deliriously, hallucinating that the hand rubbing her wasn't her own, but his.

The corridor was filled with the sound of heavy, ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic noise of friction.

Squish. Rub. Gasp.

Han Rou was leaning against the wall now, her legs sliding apart. She had managed to hook her thumb under the elastic of her panties. She touched her bare, slippery button.

"Ah! Haa... Haa..."

Her head thrashed against the peeling wallpaper. Her glasses had fallen off, leaving her blind to everything but the pleasure.

"So good... why does it feel so good..." Han Rou moaned, her voice husky and deep. She pumped her fingers against her clit, her hips snapping in a rhythm that mimicked sex.

Yun Xi was crying and moaning at the same time. She grabbed her own massive breasts with her free hand, kneading them, trying to alleviate the ache, while her other hand worked furiously between her legs.

"Fuck... fuck..." Yun Xi whispered, a word she had never said in her life.