Forbidden Affair at Egineering School (18+)

EPISODE 03 Irresistible Attraction 18+

"Hey P'Q, can you give Kaning a ride home?" I don't know if she's really drunk. Normally, she's tougher than her friends, but now she's clinging to P'Q like glue.

"Didn't you bring your car?" P'Q asked, frowning as he looked at Kaning clinging to his arm.

"Yes, but I can't drive now."

"We'll take her home," Cake said, pulling Kaning's arm away when she saw that P'Q wasn't too keen on taking her.

"Don't interfere," Kaning whispered through gritted teeth to us before walking back to P'Q.

"I bet she really has a thing for him," Cake said, walking away to the car, seemingly displeased.

"You're going back with him, right? What about your car?" I asked her, now practically glued to P'Q.

He looked at me too but didn't say anything.

"It's fine, I'll get it tomorrow," she slurred, sounding like she's really drunk.

"Can that guy take it back for you? Are you really going to leave your whole car here?" Kaning let out an exasperated sigh after I spoke.

"P'Mac, can you take Kaning's car for her?"

"Oh, sure."

Once everything was sorted out, I turned around and walked out with Tongta, while Cake was already waiting in the car.

"Why's she doing this when she's got a boyfriend? I really feel sorry for him. Even though she's our friend, I don't like this behavior," Cake complained as soon as we got in the car.

"Exactly, Tongta thinks Kaning's behavior is too bad, it looks really inappropriate."

I just sat quietly listening to them complain in the car until Cake dropped me off at my dorm.

When I got there, I took a shower and changed into a light, comfortable nightgown to get ready for bed. It's already midnight.

Knock, knock.

Hearing the knock on the door just as I was about to lie down reminded me that P'Q said he would come to get something he had left behind.

But didn't he take Kaning home? I thought he would be with her.

"..." I walked to open the door and saw him standing there with one hand in his pocket. As soon as he saw me, he smiled. "Let me grab it for you."

So I walked back to pick up the necklace with his silver locket pendant. I held onto it, even though I hoped I'd never see him again. I thought about throwing it away, but I didn't because I peeked inside and saw it was probably a picture of his parents. If I tossed it, there'd definitely be trouble.

Click

I was startled when I heard that sound. When I turned around, I saw him walk in and lock the door behind him.

"I'm staying here tonight. Your friend got me too drunk, and I can't make it back," he said, placing his crossbody bag on the table before heading to the bathroom and coming back out.

Too drunk to go back, but not too drunk to come here?

"No," I said, still standing there, confused.

"Why?"

"You're chatting up my friend, but crashing in my room? If anyone finds out, I'll definitely get an earful," I said, frowning at him as he got closer.

"Can I borrow a towel to wipe my face?" Was he even listening to what I said?

"P'Q," I called his name calmly but went to get him a towel. "Leave. You can't stay here."

"Why should I care? Your friend isn't anything to me," he said, not caring at all as he took off his shirt and jeans and lay down on the bed immediately.

"P'Q! But we're not anything to each other either!"

"..." Silence. Maybe he really was drunk.

I sighed heavily. What could I do if he wouldn't leave? I couldn't drag him out.

I went to turn off the lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on, and lay down with my back to him. After a while, I heard him move, and his hand slid past my face, making me whip around to look.

But I was wrong; now the situation was quite suggestive. His face was level with mine.

"What are you doing?" I pulled the blanket up and asked.

"Turn off the light," he replied, but he pulled his hand back without turning off the light as he said. His eyes were locked onto mine. I kept telling myself not to let it happen a second time, but I didn't know why it felt like there was a magnetic pull between us now.

"Mmm~" I murmured in protest and used my hand to push his broad, bare shoulder. "P'Q, stop."

"Why?" he asked calmly.

"I don't want to betray my friend," I said, turning my face away.

"Your friend isn't anything to me. How can it be called betrayal?" he said, brushing his nose against my cheek.

"That night, I told you it was just a one-night stand."

"Oh, really? What's another night? We were strangers then, but now we know each other, so it's not the same." With that, he captured my lips in another kiss.

"Mmm! No," I pushed him away, frowning. "It's still wrong, though."

"It's not wrong." His lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue slipping in to entwine with mine and suck on it.

"Mm~" His large hand slipped under my thin nightgown, squeezing my chest. "Didn't you say you were drunk?"

"I'm drunk, but I want you even more."

His words made me bite my lip. I should have known more about a guy named Q. He's more trouble than I thought. Even though I said no, why does my body like his actions and touch?

"Ah!" His fingers slipped into my wet entrance, moving in and out faster until I couldn't help but moan.

"Just like that day, huh?" he said with a smirk. "Have you been with anyone else since then?"

Is that even a question?

"No... Ah..."

"..." He chuckled in his throat before moving down, withdrawing his hand from my thin underwear, tearing it off my legs, and tossing it aside. "You're acting cute."

With that, he moved to the center, lifting my legs onto his broad shoulders before burying his face into my petals, now glistening with the clear liquid his fingers had coaxed out.

"Ah, no, Q..." I tried to move my hips away from his face but was pulled back.

What is this feeling? I've only heard of it, never thinking it would be this torturous.

"Stay still, I'll handle it," he ordered firmly, dragging his tongue through the slit again.

I couldn't describe the sensation. It felt like torture, but I ended up liking it a lot as it went on. Especially when his tongue slowly entered me, I squirmed with intense pleasure.

"Ah... Q," I kept moaning his name, my hips moving away but pulling his head closer. His invasive touch stirred my desire more and more, making me almost crave more, as if it needed release.

Then he moved up, dealing with his clothes, tearing a silver packet with his teeth, and expertly rolling it onto his large member.

The hardness was pushed in bit by bit along the path that had been lubricated. It still hurt just like the first day.

"Ugh! It's... going to hurt, P'Q."

"Extremely tight, ssss..." He moaned in his throat and thrust all the way in again. His handsome face contorted before he leaned down to kiss me. "I really like it."

"Ah..." I could only moan without words. He moved in and out like that for about ten minutes before taking me to touch heaven for the first time.

He rested for just a moment before going to take a shower and then came back out. I thought he was going to sleep, but no, he started the game again.

P'Q came in and attacked me again, starting with a kiss, caressing, and sucking, leaving marks all over my once smooth and fair skin. Now it was covered in red marks.

I don't know what's wrong with him. This time, it was even more passionate and intense than before. My eyes were nearly closed, but he still wasn't satisfied.

"Turn around."

"I don't want just one round," I replied, closing my eyes tiredly, even though I knew he wouldn't accept that. On the first day, he went multiple rounds.

"Quickly… don’t be stubborn, Toey," a firm voice ordered, then positioned me in a crawling posture before pressing his rigid manhood into the love channel that was swollen from the earlier encounter less than half an hour ago. He began moving in and out again, thinking that this time it would definitely last longer.

P'Q, the hungry one. I pity you.

I shouldn't have met you.