Dashing Student-Chapter 680: Why So Violent?

Shen Qinglan was trembling with shame, yet she dared not defy.

Her hand trembled as she reached back, using her slender fingers to spread her swollen pink lips.

The delicate hole, due to excessive use, was slightly protruding outward, uncontrollably contracting and squeezing out more white cloudy liquid.

Chen Nan’s gaze darkened, and he suddenly leaned forward, his tongue maliciously sweeping over her sensitive folds.

"No... don’t lick... ah!"

Shen Qinglan screamed, trying to dodge, but he firmly held her waist.

His agile tongue mercilessly pierced her fragile back hole, recklessly stirring between the undeveloped folds.

The dual stimulation was nearly driving Shen Qinglan to the brink of collapse.

Her fingertips dug deep into the bedsheet, her insteps were taut, and all her muscles spasmed from excessive pleasure.

The flower hole uncontrollably sprayed out a clear liquid, wetting the man’s chin!

"Slut." Chen Nan lifted his head, wiped the liquid off his chin, and a wicked smile appeared on his face: "You can orgasm from the back?"

Without waiting for her response, he roughly flipped her over, hoisting her legs and pressing them against his chest.

This position exposed her most private parts completely, the swollen petals trembling pitifully, still seeping liquid.

Chen Nan, without any foreplay, directly thrust in.

The thick cock mercilessly cleaved through her sensitive inner walls, reaching the cervix.

Shen Qinglan let out a heart-wrenching scream, leaving red marks on his arm with her nails.

"It hurts... too deep... ah!" Her voice was fragmented, tears rolling down like broken pearls.

Chen Nan, however, remained indifferent, gripping her waist and began a frenzied thrusting.

Each withdrawal brought out some tender flesh, then violently crashing into the deepest part.

The dragon head ruthlessly ground over her sensitive G-spot, maliciously colliding with the fragile cervix.

Shen Qinglan was continuously pushed upward, then dragged back by her ankles.

Her uterus was numbed by the impact, her lower abdomen even showing a distinct bulge, as if his ominous shape could be seen rampaging inside.

"No more... I really can’t... the womb will be ruined..." She cried, her voice hoarse.

Chen Nan intensified his actions, suddenly withdrawing, pressing his fierce organ against her back hole entrance under her horrified gaze.

"No... not there... please..." Shen Qinglan shook her head in panic, her vision blurred by tears. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Chen Nan paid no heed, roughly used his thumb to stretch her tight folds, forcing the dragon head inside.

"Ah——!"

Shen Qinglan let out a piercing scream, gripping the bedsheet tightly with her ten fingers.

The undeveloped passage was forcibly stretched open, the burning pain darkening her vision.

Chen Nan showed no pity, thrusting his entire length in.

Enjoying the ultimate tight wrap, he began mercilessly thrusting.

The coarse shaft rubbed against her fragile intestinal walls, bringing out fine threads of blood.

Shen Qinglan couldn’t even cry out anymore, only emitting whimpering sounds like a small animal.

Her body was positioned in the most humiliating posture, forced to endure dual invasions — Chen Nan’s hand still maliciously kneading her engorged clit, his fingertips occasionally penetrating her muddy front hole.

Pleasure and pain intertwined, Shen Qinglan’s consciousness began to blur.

Her body betrayed her will, compliantly tightening the rear hole, sucking the man even deeper.

"Slut, even the back sucks this tight." Chen Nan panted heavily, his thrusts speeding up.

He could feel her intestinal walls spasming, the hot moist insides wrapping around him as if it were alive.

Finally, in another uncontrollable climax of Shen Qinglan, Chen Nan let out a low roar, filling her insides with his scalding load.

White cloudy liquid overflowed from her back hole, mixing with the love juices from her front hole, drawing obscene tracks between her legs.

Shen Qinglan lay limp like a broken doll on the bed, her empty eyes staring at the ceiling.

Her body still slightly convulsed, the swollen hole unable to close, slowly leaking mixed-white cloudy fluid tinged with blood.

Only then did Chen Nan release her, looking down proudly at his creation, a peculiar satisfaction arising within.

Indeed, this was Shen Qinglan!

Top superstar in the country!

Being able to press her onto the bed and do as he pleased was a dream come true!

But seeing Shen Qinglan’s resentful eyes, Chen Nan’s heart suddenly crouched, a strong sense of guilt emerged.

Previously he only thought about having his way with Shen Qinglan, neglecting her feelings···

"Bad guy, why were you so rough just now?" Shen Qinglan’s eyes were resentful, her tone carrying a hint of grievance, looking just like a wronged little widow.

Chen Nan’s face was full of surprise, he didn’t expect Shen Qinglan after being ruthlessly ravaged, would not get angry, making him feel very incredible.

He cleared his throat and said guiltily: "I just wanted to deepen your memory."

"Though you acted very savage just now, it... really was exhilarating!" Shen Qinglan’s face revealed a shy look.

Outside, she was always lofty and glamorous, but had never experienced such ravaging feeling, this made her feel very thrilled!

Chen Nan’s suspended heart settled, softly said: "You take a rest first, I’ll go buy some breakfast."

"Mm mm!"

Chen Nan dressed up and left the room, went out to buy some breakfast, bringing it to Shen Qinglan’s bed.

After breakfast, he went to the front, because the clinic needed to be open every day, and there were already patients queuing at the door.

As for Shen Qinglan, she lay resting in the bedroom, after being tormented by Chen Nan for such a long time, she definitely couldn’t walk today.

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While Chen Nan was helping a customer with medication.

A black business car suddenly screeched to a halt in front of Huichun Hall, the tires making a piercing noise as they rubbed against the ground.

The car door was roughly opened with a "clang," and four young men, dressed in navy-blue training uniforms, jumped out of the car.

They moved swiftly, their muscular arms bulging with veins, carrying a simple stretcher, their steps hurried but steady.

"Move aside! Quickly move aside!" The raspy voice of the square-faced man leading, beads of sweat covering his forehead.

The onlookers hurriedly made way, several men rushed into the clinic carrying the stretcher, bringing a burst of wind mingled with sweat and blood.

On the stretcher lay a young woman, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

Her slender body was curled up on the stretcher, her pale face covered in fine cold sweat, a strand of wet hair sticking to her cheek.

Though she bit her lower lip in pain, it couldn’t hide her delicate features — eyebrows like willow leaves tightly furrowed, a high nose with traces of dust, eyes half-closed, eyelashes trembling incessantly.

Seeing this, Huichun Hall’s doctor Zhang Zhicheng rushed forward with concern and asked: "Miss Wu, what’s wrong?"