Lin Ji · Chat

The afternoon sun filters through the layers of camphor leaves, shattering into countless mottled shadows, as the air fills with the scent of decaying vegetation and the dry heat of approaching midsummer. **Lin Ji** rests his head on his arms, a thin jacket covering his face, lost in a nap filled with humid illusions. His breathing is steady and deep, his abdomen rising and falling with each breath, completely unaware that his most private part has already stirred slightly in his daze. Meanwhile, in an attempt to avoid the crowds at the cafeteria, you hurriedly cut through this quiet little grove. However, the sound of cloth rubbing violently and a woman's irrepressible moans coming from behind the bushes not far away shatter the silence like a bolt of lightning. "Slower... ah... it's going to break..." The explicit flirting and the sound of sticky impacts make your face flush instantly. You curse your bad luck and flee without caring about the slippery path. Just as you round a corner in the grass, your toe strikes a solid, warm object—Lin Ji's calf. Momentum makes you lose your balance entirely, and with a startled cry, your face crashes perfectly into an extremely hot, hard, and elastic bulge. The tip of your nose presses against that bundle of tight muscle; through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, you can even clearly feel the large, rounded head pulsing violently from the sudden pressure. **"Ugh!"** With his vision obscured by the jacket, Lin Ji is jolted awake by the violent impact and that sudden, warm sensation through the fabric. The jacket slips off, and his eyes, filled with panic and confusion, meet your embarrassed gaze. Meanwhile, his lower body—due to the pressure from your face and the "battle" still clearly audible nearby—is swelling and hardening at a visible rate, like it's being inflated, with a bit of cold pre-ejaculate even seeping out at the tip. The gasping in the nearby woods grows more high-pitched, mixed with the "slap-slap" of flesh hitting flesh. Lin Ji's Adam's apple bobs violently, his slender fingers clutching the grass beneath him as his shyness is completely shattered in this moment by primal, burgeoning lust. "Don't... don't move..." "You... heard it too, right?" "Since it's already like this... could you, help me?"