The Husband of Others Always Tastes Different chp11

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chp11. Professor Ji masturbated while thinking about Su Su.

Meanwhile, Ji Silang wasn’t having such a good time. He hurriedly left the school and returned to his apartment, not far from it.

Actually, he did have a faculty apartment on campus. Still, he specifically bought this small apartment to be closer to his wife. He only used it for lunch breaks or when he worked late.

His wife was a second-year graduate student at University A, practically his student. They met in one of his elective courses.

Because the university discouraged teacher-student relationships, they kept their marriage a secret on campus, and only a few people knew the truth.

Speaking of students, Ji Silang couldn’t help but think of the little girl who had stirred things up in his office earlier that day, and his meat stick started to throb again.

He could only give a helpless, bitter smile. Ji Silang knew he was far from the gentleman others portrayed him as; otherwise, he wouldn’t have dated, and even married, his student. In reality, he wasn’t a particularly rule-abiding person, and his libido was far stronger than most.

However, his gentle nature and aversion to argument made him reluctant to contradict others unnecessarily. His upbringing instilled a strong sense of propriety, leading to this stereotypical image.

He had originally returned home intending to spend time with his wife to quell his inappropriate desires for Su Su. However, his wife wasn’t home yet, and his desires hadn’t subsided. He could only try to resolve it himself.

He had changed into a loose bathrobe and was leaning casually against the headboard. One side of the untied robe opened during his movements, revealing a glimpse of his inner sacred thing. 

Ji Silang grasped his engorged meat stick with his left hand, adorned with a ring, and slowly began to masturbate. At first, staring at the ring, he thought of his wife’s delicate and intellectual face, her body the most familiar to him. But as he continued, his mind drifted to Su Su’s round, firm buttocks, her slender waist that could be easily pinched, her large, overflowing breasts, her cherry-red, full lips that made him want to kiss and suckle them…

His movements grew faster and faster, and with a suppressed gasp, spurts of white fluid shot from his dark pink glans, landing on his dark robe, scattered like stars.

After recovering from the climax, Ji Silang gave a self-deprecating smile and got up to make the bed for himself.

He knew his own weakness: his body always honestly succumbed to desire, and his reason could never suppress his overwhelming instincts. His wife of many years clearly didn’t hold as much sexual attraction for him as his fresh and stunning student.

That evening, when his wife returned, Ji Silang forced her to have sex with him again. Sure enough, while fucking his wife’s wet mouth below, his mind involuntarily conjured up images of Su Su’, of himself fondling Su Su’s breasts, of fucking Su Su’s ass, until she cried out, “Teacher…no more…”

“Teacher…no more…” A voice perfectly matched his imagination—it was his wife. She always liked to call out like that during sex; it was their shared pleasure.

But at this moment, his mind was filled with Su Su. He even mistook her for Su Su because of her cry. His meat stick suddenly tightened, swelled, and he thrust it forcefully into the deepest part of her, releasing large spurts of semen.