Chapter 12

By the way, I was hesitant on the roof platform of the teaching building, and I wondered if I should go down to conduct a close inspection of Yuan Qingfei's naked body.

Call it an investigation rather than a buttocks, because until this point, although the beautiful female body excited me, I still don’t know what the correct way of sexual intercourse is.

Everything that happened between Meng Jianlang and Concubine Yuan Qing just now should have been the best practical demonstration for me, but unfortunately I missed it.

Just as I finally decided to take the risk, the sound of the key opening the door came into my ears.My third uncle pushed the door and came in. I called out in secret and quickly leaned over to continue watching the good show.

Meng Jianlang nodded with satisfaction when he saw that Concubine Yuan Qing's posture was exactly the same as when he left.

He walked to Concubine Yuan Qing, took out the earplug on the right for her with his hand, and said to her: We didn’t decide the victory or defeat that time just now, I think this is good for you and me.I promised you to let you leave here before you class and I will let you go in a while.

Concubine Yuan Qing nodded.No words.

Meng Jianlang continued: But you also know our rules. In theory, you can leave the organization at any time. As long as your master, that is, I agree, I didn't want to pursue your mistakes in private betrayal in the past, but I used many people to find you. Now you have to repay a few favors for me. What do you say?Now you can speak.

Oh, it turns out that the two of them used to be the same organization, my third uncle was also the team leader of Teacher Yuan (I listened to the team leader), what kind of organization is this? There are quite a lot of rules.

I will be punished if I leave the organization privately. It seems that my third uncle is punishing Teacher Yuan. This kind of punishment method is quite interesting. I took off the girl naked and tied her to play with it, which is innovative.

In my heart, although I like Teacher Yuan, my third uncle is my relative after all, so I certainly think he is on the side of justice.At this time, I forgot my identity as a rogue.

Can I know who is coming...With me, which show I want to do?

Teacher Yuan replied, "Teacher Yuan's attitude towards my third uncle is a bit extremely respectful, so there is no need to be like this to the team leader?"

I thought to myself, what is using me?

There are still programs?

But to my surprise, my third uncle still seemed a little dissatisfied with this gentle and gentle voice, and his brows frowned slightly.

My third uncle did not answer Teacher Yuan’s question, but put the ring on his left hand on Teacher Yuan’s raised round buttocks, with a slightly bent middle finger and a erect index finger. He made a very strange hand shape, and his right hand tightly covered Teacher Yuan’s mouth. When I was wondering what he was doing, the black light ring on his hand emitted a dazzling blue flash. This flash was hitting the skin of Yuan Qingfei’s left buttocks. The next moment, Yuan Qingfei’s body jumped suddenly, and the ropes that tied her were pulled tight at the same time.

I heard a painful moan in Teacher Yuan's throat, but the third uncle's palm was blocked in her own mouth.

How does the lightning emit?

I have no idea.

But I saw from Teacher Yuan the feeling of the person who was hit by electricity, which should be a short but severe pain.

Why did Uncle San do this?

My third uncle waited for a while, and stroked Teacher Yuan's clean naked back with his hands, as if he was comforting her.His face was facing me, and there was a hint of resentment on his face.But I can't see it.

He saw that Concubine Yuan's tense body, which had just been tense due to pain, relaxed again, and then he let go of Mr. Yuan's mouth and hands.

My disciple is wrong, thank you.

The words that were spoken from Teacher Yuan surprised me. I was still saying thank you when I was shot?

Being a badass?

What did you do wrong?

I think my third uncle is the same. Even if you make such a beautiful beauty, you should turn a blind eye to her.

How can we use violence at will?

Moreover, I didn't warn me in advance, just like my dad hit me, and it suddenly hurt people.

I was originally on my third uncle's side, but now my sympathy makes me begin to lean towards Teacher Yuan's side.

I began to wonder if it was necessary to kill my parents for justice.

I think the eyes of my third uncle's back also had a hint of coldness.

(Meng Jianlang's back hair was standing upside down) Can the disciple know who was going to use Hua Fei and which program to carry out?Lord.

Teacher Yuan carefully repeated the question just now, changed his name to himself, and added the word "main" at the end.

Her voice was a little choked, as if tears were flowing into her mouth, choking her.

This is almost the same. If I hadn't understood that you had been away from the organization for a long time and might not have remembered the previous rules clearly. The "Bluetooth" just now would have been on your flower lip.Hua Fei, you have to remember that although you are no longer affiliated with the organization, our relationship is still the same as before, unless you can defeat me.Otherwise, you should know what the consequences are.

Lord, I don’t want to defeat you, I just want to live quietly. Now, in this school, I have so many students who love my disciples, as well as colleagues and leaders who respect my disciples. Hua Fei is very happy.Lord.

It seems that Teacher Yuan cannot call himself me, he can only call himself by the two words "disciple" and "concubine Hua". What is the rule?

Is Hua Fei her nickname?I thought while listening to my Chinese teacher saying these awkward words.

Are you happy?Just now?Do you think you can stay here to teach entirely because of your talent?Soon, you will learn that only the Lord’s love for his disciples is the most sincere love.Because that love contains pain and hatred.I know you will definitely hate me too, because most of the pain, humiliation, torture you get from me.But I think you will gradually understand that pain and happiness, love and hatred are actually just two extremes of a thing.And when one feeling exceeds its limit, it always turns into another fresh feeling.You will know one day.

Uncle San said coldly.

Listening to their conversation, I felt like I was falling into a fog. There were so many words, either I couldn’t understand, or these two people were farting.

Especially my third uncle, what kind of love contains pain and hatred? Is there anyone who speaks like this? Love is love, hate is hatred, how can we confuse it?

I began to understand a little bit why my mom didn't like him.

The obvious symptoms of zinc deficiency in the brain.

Now I finally figured out why Teacher Yuan was shot because she did not call herself Concubine Hua, and she forgot to call Uncle San Group Leader.

According to Uncle San’s opinion, the punishment I gave her just now was light. Damn, isn’t this fascist?

Although I think so, deep down I feel that my third uncle's actions are cool. His absolute lofty status, unquestionable tone, and attitude of controlling everything make me want to imitate.

That must feel very good.

Teacher Yuan was silent, as if thinking about Uncle San’s words.

My third uncle looked at his watch and said to her: You are also a member of the organization in the future, and your status is only higher than mine.As for what kind of program it is, because you are my disciple, there will be no program about flower houses. It is my own private place. He also promised me that I will not delay your class, so you can guess what program it is.

He paused, I didn't want to hand you over to someone else, but the man put a lot of effort into finding you, which was one of his conditions. When I left, he would come over immediately.

After saying these words, he stuffed the earplugs into Teacher Yuan's ears again, stood up, sighed softly, and did not leave immediately, but whispered something to Concubine Yuan who had returned to the dark and quiet world on the ground. I couldn't hear clearly at the beginning, so I naturally focused all my attention on both ears, hoping that my hearing could become as sharp as my vision.

Sure enough, I gradually captured his whisper.

I thought it was so hard for me to hear it, and it was even more impossible for Teacher Yuan, who was wearing earplugs to hear it.

I heard him say: ...Qing Concubine, I am very happy to find you. You look more and more like your mother when she was young.You don’t know that you have a half-sister. I believe your mother never told you, so it’s no wonder that you were raised by your father since you were young.Maybe I have never seen your mother.I can find you this time, because I came to this school to see your sister secretly. How did I know that it would be so coincidental that you would sneak to the school where my daughter was studying?I happened to meet the old man again, and he told me there was a young woman here who looked very much like the first concubine of Hua in our organization before.When he made this request to me, I didn't want to agree, but I didn't expect that he still had something that was not good for you... I just hope that he won't present you a difficult program in a while.

After he said this alone, he turned around and walked out. After a while, the sound of locking the door came to my ears.

I was really shocked when I peeked upstairs this time. My third uncle actually has a daughter who is in middle school!

I only heard that he had a child with a woman a few years ago, but why did he pop up again with such a big one?

And it is also in Yudong Middle School!

I calculated that my third uncle Meng Jianlang is 31 years old this year. If his daughter is in junior high school, she will be at least twelve years old. Then he will become a father when he was nineteen!

ox!

If his daughter is in the third year of junior high school, his age to be a father will become seventeen years old.

I continued to think about what he said just now. His daughter is Teacher Yuan’s half-sister. That is to say, Teacher Yuan’s mother had a relationship with my third uncle, but how could that be possible? Teacher Yuan is 21 years old this year, and her mother is at least over forty, right?

Could it be that more than ten years ago, the third uncle, who was in his teenage years old, had joined Yuan’s mother in his thirties?

So fierce!

My third uncle turned out to be such a great man, and I usually miss it.

I didn’t expect that I had such a cousin or cousin, which is really great!

There are quite a few brothers in my family and my generation. I have always hoped that I have a peer of the opposite sex.

It just seems that my third uncle doesn't want to make this secret public to his family.

I know is this secret a good or a bad thing?

So who is my cousin or cousin, in which grade, and in which class?

While I was thinking, I heard the door ring again, and knew that the person San Uncle just mentioned to use Teacher Yuan was here. Who would this person be?

But no matter who it is, I felt a little disgusted with him first, because no matter how my third uncle treats Teacher Yuan, he is my relative after all. Judging from Teacher Yuan's attitude towards Uncle San just now, she was voluntary to all this. Although Teacher Yuan's limbs were tied and there was no choice, she had never resisted like struggling or crying.

Everything that happened between the two was more like a game that was played very seriously.

Moreover, I was really happy to see it, and this stranger who was about to use Teacher Yuan was a relative of me, and there was some suspicion of taking advantage of others' danger.

The footsteps from the toilet door were slow and slow, and they were particularly clear in the quiet corridor on the fourth floor.

Because most of the rooms on the fourth floor are storage rooms and empty houses without decoration, few people usually come to this floor.

I looked down from the gap in the skylight curiously and could see a short figure slowly walking towards Teacher Yuan. The man was hunched over, holding a plastic bag in his hand, which was bulging inside.

It's an old man, I think, why do I seem to have seen this figure somewhere?

The old man walked to the side of Concubine Yuan Qing, put the bag aside, looked down at the suffocating body, and I still couldn't see his face.

At this time, Teacher Yuan's body began to twist uneasyly, as if he could feel the old man's gaze.

How is this possible?

I dare to say with certainty that her vision and hearing were very good and she was deprived of her eye mask and ear plugs.

But it seems that she did feel something.

Could it be that the old man's gaze can be felt?

I used my eyes to look at Teacher Yuan's naked back and tracked the old man's gaze. I was surprised to find that wherever the old man's gaze went, the tiny hairs on Teacher Yuan's delicate skin stood up, and the muscles under the skin began to tense.

Her fingers and toes were unnaturally bent inward, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

I saw the skin behind the old man's ears move, guessing that he might be grinning.

Who is he?

I wish I could go around the fourth floor to see who this old man was, but I also felt something strange and felt that it was better to observe quietly.

The old man walked to one end of Teacher Yuan's feet, suddenly lay down and poked his head between Teacher Yuan's legs.

A second later, he stood up again and murmured to himself: What a peerless and slut!Unfortunately, I promised your Lord today, so I will let you go first.In fact, in a few days, you may be delivered to your door by yourself.Hahaha, then...

There are more than twenty minutes left, how can I play you well?

While muttering, the old man took out a few things from the plastic bag he brought. First, a piece of plastic cloth was spread flat on the ground, and the next few things were placed on the plastic cloth one by one, lined up.

First, it’s a giant syringe. Do you need an injection?

Why is such a big syringe?

Where is the needle?

I wondered, the syringe was as thick as my forearm. If Ouyang Ling wanted to see it, she would be scared to faint immediately.

My mind turned to Ouyang Ling. I wonder how the things I gave her to do. How did Xie Pei react to my threat tape?

No matter what, I have done my best for myself, but no matter how I worry, it is useless. It is better to enjoy the moment of my heart.

In a blink of an eye, the old man had already taken out everything in the plastic bag and was squatting there in a daze.

In addition to the syringe, there are also several red candles, a small bag of ice, a small box, a rubber ball with holes, a small pot, and a very long piece of goose feather.

What about playing house?

It’s too tasteless, old man, are you rejuvenated now?

I thought with a smile.

But Teacher Yuan seemed to be getting more and more nervous. She opened her lips several times, as if she wanted to speak, but finally she still held back. She knew that there was someone around her, so why didn't she dare to speak?

Are there any rules?

I remember the last time before Teacher Yuan spoke, Uncle San seemed to say something that you can speak, and she dared to speak, although in the end she was repaired by Uncle San because of inappropriate use of words.

I thought about this and looked at the old man's left hand. He also wore a dark ring on his thumb, which was almost black, but very thin. I doubt that such a small thing would have the same discharge function.

It seems that Uncle San and his team do have a mysterious organization, and there are quite a few fun things. I wonder if I am old enough to join the club, can I go through a back door or something?

The old man was still patiently choosing the toys in front of him. I couldn't help but feel a little angry and thought to myself: Uncle, if you don't know how to play house, you might as well go to bed. I'll do it for you, my arms are almost numb when you are so sluggish.

At this time, the old man finally stood up and slowly untied the other end of the rope tied with Teacher Yuan’s hand on the wall.

Then he helped Teacher Yuan stand up, first put Teacher Yuan's hands behind her, and then skillfully wrapped the rope around Teacher Yuan's arm a few times. Almost before I could react, he had already tied Teacher Yuan's white arms tightly with extremely proficient movements. At this time, I noticed that the rope was blue, and I didn't know what texture it was, but it looked very strong and not rough.

The moment his veteran touched Teacher Yuan's skin, I saw her body shrinking significantly, as if she was bitten by a snake.

I felt a little resentful in my heart, as if I felt that such a vulgar old man could play with such a beautiful beauty, which was a blasphemy against her. I began to think about how to rescue Teacher Yuan from the claws of this old wolf.

The old man had no idea that someone was peeping upstairs and was thinking about him, and he was still focused on the beautiful toys in front of him with great enthusiasm.

He first picked up the rubber ball that he had time, pinched Teacher Yuan's little nose with his left hand, and waited for her to open her mouth reluctantly, stuffed the rubber ball into her mouth, wrapped the belts on both sides of the ball behind her head, and tied them tightly, so that Teacher Yuan could not spit out the ball.

Concubine Yuan Qing let out a few protesting hums. It seemed that she could not speak with her mouth. The more I looked, the more angry I became, because I knew how nice her voice was. This old man was simply burning a piano and cooking a crane.

The old man nodded as if he was very satisfied, and moved the rope that was originally tied to Concubine Yuan Qing's neck from a high place to a low place. In this way, Teacher Yuan's head had to lower and his waist bent down, looking a little awkward, but I have to admit that this posture emphasized the curve of her buttocks very well.

Teacher Yuan is now tied up and standing.

Her arms were tied behind her back, and several ropes were wrapped around her knees. Her soft waist was bent to ninety degrees, and her smooth butt was sticking out.

With his head hanging down, he seemed even more helpless, as if a lamb to be slaughtered with fate completely controlled by the butcher.

I saw the saliva in her mouth flowing out of the hollow rubber ball in her mouth, forming a shiny thin line that shines under the sunlight.

The beauty is carefully bound, and the fragrance continues to drip.

Looking at this beautiful scene, a little strange excitement slowly arose in my heart.

The old man picked up the large syringe from the ground, walked towards the faucet, filled it with water, and walked back. He carefully held the syringe with his hand, slowly aimed it at Teacher Yuan's buttocks, and slowly approached it, as if he was afraid that Teacher Yuan would notice it.

I couldn't help but worry about Teacher Yuan in my heart, but I had no way to tell her that, looking at this, the old man wanted to give Teacher Yuan an injection, which might hurt very much, although there was no needle.

As the old man's hand gradually approached, I found that the front end of the syringe pointed to Teacher Yuan's anus, thinking about what this is. There is an injection at the house, but I have never heard of water injecting the butt.

Suddenly, the old man suddenly exerted force, holding Teacher Yuan's slender waist with one hand, and successfully inserted the slender plastic mouth of the syringe into Teacher Yuan's anus with the other hand. Teacher Yuan let out a muffled groan, struggled for a few times, and then stopped moving again. I think she was probably afraid that the foreign object inserted into her body would break.

I seemed to hear the old man laughing proudly twice, and took a few drops of her saliva with his hands, licked it with his tongue, and smacked his mouth with satisfaction.

Then, I saw the old man start pushing the back end of the syringe forward, and the clean water in the syringe was bit by bit shot into Teacher Yuan's anus.

Damn, Teacher Yuan’s belly can actually hold so much water!Don't know how you feel?I stared at the old man's hand and pushed a little water behind his mouth into the beauty's belly, thinking in surprise.

The old man carefully pulled out the syringe. Teacher Yuan's originally flat belly had slightly raised. There were many small beads of sweat on her back, and the same was true on her cheeks. I don't know if it was sweat or tears.

It seems that she is working hard?Why doesn't this water flow out?I think.

The old man seemed a little tired after finishing this work. He walked around Teacher Yuan and touched her breasts with his hands. Instead of tender caressing, he pinched and pinched the two white and tender peaks out of various shapes. I was frightened and worried about the permanent damage of the breasts.

At this time, the perverted old man finally raised his face a little. When I saw this, I was shocked. It turned out to be him!