Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*The naughty enemy wants to avoid the old attacker (plot)

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"..." Yaheng opened his mouth, turned his head stiffly, his eyes full of shock.

He wanted to refute that he was not a pervert who liked to be sexually abused, but the vibrator that he had sucked for a day was now lying on the table next to him, buzzing. Yaheng should have been disgusted and afraid of the little thing, but as he looked at it, his eyes unconsciously became curious. His body was honestly pressed against Baldwin's palm, and juice flowed out shyly.

In an instant, Baldwin's breathing on his neck became heavy.

Fortunately, Baldwin did not intend to execute Yaheng in the classroom. He quickly loosened his arms around the blond young man and used his fingers to wipe away the snot and tears that covered his face.

Then Baldwin took off his windbreaker and wrapped the still shivering person in front of him.

Yaheng had no ability to resist the man and could only let Baldwin hold his hands and put them into his sleeves.

Baldwin's windbreaker was very long, covering Ah Heng's knees and barely covering his wet pants. The man squatted down to help him wipe the semen flowing down his calves - a piece of paper was quickly filled with water.

Yaheng twisted his fingers awkwardly and looked down at Baldwin who patiently pulled out piece of paper after piece and wiped away all the dirty water.

"Ouch..." He was like a child who had wet his pants and was being held down by his mortal enemy. The mere breeze blowing across his trouser legs could cause him to shudder. This made Yaheng so ashamed that he wanted to cry, and he couldn't help but hiccup.

Baldwin raised his eyes and did not comment on the messy blond young man in front of him. Finally, he stood up, squeezed Yaheng's hand again, and led him to touch the pocket of his windbreaker, where there was a tube of anti-swelling ointment.

"Go back and apply the medicine yourself." Baldwin looked at Yaheng who had a puzzled expression, "I know you won't just let me take you back."

Yaheng frowned - he certainly wouldn't allow the annoying person in front of him to follow him, but he also wouldn't thank the other person for his self-proclaimed considerate behavior.

While he was struggling with his thoughts, Baldwin pushed him to the door by the shoulder. The man gently touched his butt and said, "Go back. I'll take care of the rest."

Hearing that the man was going to stay to clean up the mess, Yaheng's eyelashes trembled. He quickly glanced at the classroom full of traces of debauchery and immediately chose to flee without looking back.

In the following days, Yaheng kept avoiding Baldwin.

As for the reason, it was already puzzling that he had sex with his mortal enemy. In addition, he was held down by Baldwin, spanked like a bad boy, and the swollen little hole below was also whipped - this was a great humiliation for Yaheng.

But as a man, Yaheng felt that he would just let it go if he got fucked in the ass. That bastard Baldwin knew his limits and didn't fuck him in the front hole.

He was just fucked, which was equivalent to him losing the contest with Baldwin and being forced to pay the price - Yaheng kept hypnotizing himself. He had thought it through, no matter who asked about it in the future, as long as Yaheng didn't admit it, no one would know about his humiliating experience.

However, the naturally gifted donkey cock under his mortal enemy still left an indelible psychological trauma on Yaheng.

The thick object like a fire stick was thrust into his body without any care, turning him into a loser who could only scream with his mouth open. Everything was out of control, and Yaheng felt that as a respectable and noble young man, he had to keep a safe distance from Baldwin, the troublemaker.

He immediately ran to the academic office and wanted to drop out of the public class he took with Baldwin - it was just a public class, he could just drop out, Yaheng thought carelessly.

"I can't withdraw." Unexpectedly, the school's academic affairs teacher looked at him with a strange look, "The midterm has passed, what do you want?"

"..." Yaheng hesitated, not knowing how to tell the truth: he was extremely afraid of Baldwin, who came to class every day with a weapon in his crotch.

What if the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office asked him what the murder weapon was, and then derived the question into: How could an unusual cock kill someone, or how could someone else's cock appear in your body out of nowhere and fuck you so hard that your ass is broken and dripping with juice?

Seeing that the assistant teacher's eyes were becoming more and more strange, Yaheng still pursed his lips and said nothing.

At worst, Yaheng, who has always been a "good boy", decided to give it a try and simply skip all the public classes for the rest of the semester.

He thought about it and did it. He skipped all public classes for two weeks, and immediately asked the driver to pick him up after the professional classes. His life was so simple that it made people laugh. Yaheng and Baldwin had different class schedules, and he deliberately avoided the gym that Baldwin often went to... As a result, he really never ran into Baldwin once.

During this period, Baldwin never came to see him once - of course, Yaheng also knew the reason why he didn't come to see him, and in the past, he almost always took the initiative to provoke him in front of others. Thinking of this, Yaheng felt a little bitter in his heart.

Two weeks was enough time for the two holes between his legs to recover. Although Yaheng was reluctant to admit it, the ointment Baldwin gave him felt cool and comfortable, and the effect was also very good.

I don't know if it's because of the effect of the drug or because his pussy was played with, but he always feels that the flower hole between his legs is more familiar than before, and even his labia is thicker than before. He was so scared that he suddenly closed his legs and dared not look anymore.

In short, the days passed peacefully for two weeks, and Yaheng gradually relaxed his vigilance. After class that day, he was packing up his books and preparing to go drink coffee with his female classmates after a long absence. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the classroom door, he was stopped by a familiar voice.

The man's voice was low, and although he was only calling his name, Yaheng's heart trembled and his feet paused. He turned around slowly and saw Baldwin leaning against the wall outside the classroom, with his arms crossed, looking at him with a teasing look in his eyes.

Yaheng subconsciously glanced between the man's legs and swallowed hard.

He wanted to pretend he didn't hear it and continue walking away, but Baldwin ignored him and walked forward. The man's hand passed over him and rudely pulled away the girl's arm.

"I'm sorry, but he can't go out with you today."

Yaheng frowned and subconsciously wanted to refute, but the moment he saw the man's gloomy eyes filled with anger, he chose to shut his mouth.