The fragrance enveloped Gao Liang, and he could no longer control himself. Xiao Laojiao was so alluring, now barely clad in a bra, and Gao Liang's natural desire was intensifying. He couldn't hold on anymore! His old stamina was failing! Gao Liang's erect penis was now towering high. Xiao Laojiao gently touched his shaft with her slender fingers, and Gao Liang trembled. Then Xiao Laojiao exhaled softly, blowing the breath gently into Gao Liang's ear—Gao Liang felt an intense itch. Damn it! Your old stamina is gone! You're such a fairy! Gao Liang was now fully ignited by Xiao Laojiao and went wild. Yet Xiao Laojiao stepped back, cooing, "Don't rush, please! I remember you liked Zhang Yuping yesterday—didn't even glance at me. I didn't expect you to be so passionate!" At this moment, Gao Liang was completely out of control, as a deep desire burned within him. He wanted to reach for Xiao Laojiao. But Xiao Laojiao swept her flowing hair aside and asked, "Am I beautiful?" "Yes!" Gao Liang "Who's more beautiful—me or Zhang Yurong?" Xiao Laochao, full of fiery passion, managed to charm the man just when it mattered most. "Zhang Yurong! No, you! You're the most beautiful!" Gao Liang's own words startled him. How could this lively, spirited young woman possibly compare to the top-tier campus beauty, Zhang Yurong? Yet, now, to satisfy his own desires, he found himself saying it out loud. "So sweet!" Xiao Laochao cooed, pressing a series of passionate, lingering kisses—three in total—onto Gao Liang's face. At that moment, Zhang Yuping stared at the humiliating scene between herself and Xiao Lao Chan, her face filled with anger, pointing at Gao Liang's nose and saying, "Gao Liang, I never thought you'd be like this! You've truly let me down!" Her words carried a strong tone of accusation, and Gao Liang was momentarily stirred to awareness. When Zhang Yuping finally left with a reluctant expression, Gao Liang immediately disregarded Xiao Lao Chan's persistent protests and hurried after her, calling out behind, "Honey! Please listen to me explain—things aren't really like this!" "Let's end it! I don't want to hear any more explanations! My eyes won't lie!" Zhang Yuping didn't turn back, but ran faster, tears streaming down her face. Since foreign language department girls had also witnessed this disgraceful scene, they began to look down upon Gao Liang. Word quickly spread throughout the campus of Kyoto University. Everyone shook their heads. As Gao Liang walked through the campus, many people subtly tapped his back: "A philanderer! A real philanderer!" From then on, the distance between Gao Liang and Zhang Yuping grew wider. Even when they happened to meet on campus, they would quickly part ways. Gao Liang wanted to catch up and explain, but Zhang Yuping never gave him a chance—she simply bolted off, as if fleeing. Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue were delighted. It was still the same room in the School Romance Bar. Zhou Chao, Chen Zixue, and the young girl played a three-way game. Zhou Chao pulled out 5,000 yuan and tossed it to the young girl. Seeing the fresh red bills, the young girl’s eyes widened, smiling so much they narrowed into a thin line. "This is your allowance! Well done! But if you treat the old man well tonight, you’ll get another 5,000!" Zhou Chao stared at the young girl’s ample chest with the intensity of a starving wolf, then reached out with one hand, firmly squeezing her breast. The petite girl gasped like a fairy, twirling her pole dance right in front of Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue. Her ultra-short skirt simply couldn't cover her lush hips, and Zhou Chao stared at them with such intense, colorfully flushed admiration. Zhou Chao hadn't seen campus girls in a long time. Though he had daily companionship with Hu Miming, he remained a passionate lover—his endless desire could never be fully satisfied by a single woman. As Zhou Chao moved toward her, the girl gracefully sidestepped like a sudden flash of beauty, leaving Zhou Chao frustrated and out of reach. "Damn it! You're fishing for me!" Zhou Chao was about to explode when Chen Zixue gave him a knowing glance and said, "You just don't understand that little chili's intentions, do you?" Zhou Chao didn't grasp the meaning, scratching his scalp in confusion. "Bro, what's going on with that little chili?" Chen Zixue rubbed his nose, smiled slyly, and replied, "Then go find the whip!" Zhou Chao had been with quite a few women, and upon hearing he was looking for a whip, those dual-toned eyes of his lit up even more. Zhou Chao immediately drew out a thick, long leather belt from his waist and swung it at Xiao Liao. This time, Xiao Liao didn’t dodge—she boldly met the blow with her body. "Crack!" The belt landed firmly but not too hard on Xiao Liao’s waist. Xiao Liao gasped, and Zhou Chao thought she’d feel the pain, so he prepared to let go. But Xiao Liao looked at him with a mesmerizing gaze, her fingers making suggestive gestures. "Faster! Harder! Don’t stop!" "Damn it! This little lady really knows how to take it!" Zhou Chao immediately shook the whip. "Crack!" This time, the blow landed squarely on Xiao Liao’s chest. The full force of the impact sent ripples through her chest, causing the support chains of her 36D cup to snap. Her creamy breasts swelled out, now even more alluring. "Faster! I need it now!" The rhythmic, wave-like sounds from Xiao Laojiao urged Zhou Chao to increase his intensity, driving the whip hard against her body. The two large orbs of her chest, the sharply arched hips, and her sinuous waist—each strike sent Xiao Laojiao gasping in delight. Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue found the scene utterly exhilarating. Two such passionate souls, seemingly content with merely tolerating ordinary, mundane partners, were now reveling in endless pleasure. That night, Zhou Chao relentlessly conquered Xiao Laojiao, as Chen Zixue had predicted—Xiao Laojiao was indeed spicy, and during intercourse, she brought a remarkable energy. Indeed, though Zhou Chao was strong and robust, after the "plum blossoms pressing against the peony," he felt his strength waning once his vital energy had been expended. Yet Xiao Laojiao persisted, clearly more driven than he was. When Zhou Chao could no longer satisfy her fiery passion, Xiao Laojiao would glance seductively at Chen Zixue, who, himself a man of refined tastes, now sensed his moment had arrived. He suddenly tossed the young pepper onto the bed, plunging his steel rod deep into her body with no warning at all. "Ah!" This time, the young pepper truly felt the pain—tears streamed down her face. Zhou Chao was envious beyond words. Just a moment ago, the young pepper had felt absolutely no discomfort at all. But now, under his brother's touch, she was in agony.