Enjoy App: Goddesses at My Command

Emboldened by the positive feedback, Shen Ting's black-stockinged feet slowly slid up her calves. She was putting the techniques taught by the app to full use!

That beautiful foot twirled and danced on Jiang Fan's thigh like a nimble elf.

Jiang Fan: !? What if something goes wrong?

How come I never noticed that Teacher Shen had such a high fever before?

He puts on a cold, aloof facade, even wearing wire-rimmed glasses, and his feet are practically stepping on you! It's a bit... Jiang Fanye...

The stark contrast between this sacred profession and its secrecy is more potent than any drug! "Teacher Shen, you seem to have explained one of the questions incorrectly today."

Shen Tingjiao rolled her eyes at him, then gently pressed her beautiful foot against the bulging sausage. Jiang Fan shuddered.

Shen Ting's eyelashes fluttered even more frequently. *Snap*

Jiang Fan deliberately dropped one of the chopsticks.

Shen Ting gasped for breath, trying to escape, but Jiang Fan grabbed her ankle.

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Chapter 72 Teacher Shen's Special Massage (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions!)

Shen Ting knew Jiang Fan liked black stockings, so she had just changed into a new set. Jiang Fan could admire them while picking up his chopsticks.

Her long, slender, fair legs were crossed, and the curves of her hips were perfectly outlined by her short skirt. Perhaps Jiang Fan's strength was a bit too much.

Perhaps Shen Ting was unaware that she had exposed herself.

Black striped panties came into view. A voluptuous silhouette…

Jiang Fan couldn't help but recall its sweet taste. He calmly straightened up. Shen Ting tried to pull her beautiful foot back, but it was futile in front of Jiang Fan's large hand.

She felt both flustered and ashamed. He must have seen it!

As a teacher, I actually kicked... and flirted with a student... I'm such an idiot...

But he neither blushed nor felt shy. What does that mean?

Don't you like me anymore?

Having given up all hope, Shen Ting stopped running away, her delicate pink cheeks nimbly brushing against him... "Oh? What did the teacher say wrong today?" Shen Ting adjusted her glasses and asked slowly and deliberately. Jiang Fan was taken aback.

Her long, slender, and soft calves were placed directly on his thighs, and Teacher Shen's beautiful feet danced with great agility.

Jiang couldn't help but stand at attention! He secretly glanced at her.

His teacher's posture was very serious, and apart from his rapid breathing and stiff tone, he was flawless.

Five delicate, white sprites flitted about on the rolling hills. Oh no!

How could Teacher Shen's feet be so agile?

Jiang Fan silently enjoyed the soft touch and pleasure. Shen Ting could clearly hear her own heartbeat. She knew exactly what she was doing.

I'm using a special foot massage technique taught on an app to punish disobedient students. Jiang Fan... surrender already!

Stop acting all confident and sure... hurry up and beg the teacher, your face turning red.

At this moment, Jiang Fan dared not look any further. Because looking any further would cause an explosion.

Although the gentle and kind Ms. Shen is also very charming, he still prefers the aloof and strict "ice rose" on the podium. Yes!

It is this feeling.

On the surface, he appears cold and distant, but in private, he secretly flirts with my exquisite beauty!

Jiang Fan had reached his limit. He gritted his teeth and ripped open the zipper.

Shen Ting felt a surge of nervousness as she tasted the fiery, delicious grilled sausage.

Hmph~ You little rascal!

You finally couldn't hold back anymore, could you?

Did you enjoy bullying me earlier? Now it's your turn, teacher, to bully you!

Shen Ting rested her chin on one hand and glared sternly at Jiang Fan, whose ears were turning red: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Her other beautiful foot also boldly climbed to the peak. The soft, warm touch of the stockings sent Jiang Fan into a frenzy of pleasure.

Wasn't Teacher Shen a newbie? How did she suddenly become so skilled?

Shen Ting's feet weren't big, not even as big as a volcanic rock sausage. Her nimble feet seemed like two large hands gradually forming a heart shape.

Jiang Fan is suffering unprecedented punishment and almost cried. Jiang Fan is not one to passively admit defeat.

His large hand gently pressed against her alluring calf, gradually moving upwards. Shen Ting's delicate body trembled, and the potato she had picked up fell onto the table.

Jiang Fan pretended nothing had happened and quickly changed the subject: "Teacher Shen, if you had a boyfriend... where would you prefer to go on a date with him?" "Wrong?"

Shen Ting was immersed in the joy of victory and Jiang Fan's caresses. She never expected Jiang Fan to bring up a topic that clearly crossed the line. "Does he want to go on a date with me?"

Shen Ting picked up her rice bowl to hide the blush on her cheeks: "Hmm, it should be an amusement park, right? I've never been to an amusement park before..." Her chubby little feet tightened around the sausage, her nimble toes landing perfectly on... gently... tenderly...

Jiang Fan was immediately covered in sweat, feeling a wave of comfort wash over him. Shen Ting couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

Hmph~ So you're just as sensitive as I am. The sprite began to dance more frequently.

She was already anticipating Jiang Fan blushing and throwing himself at her, begging for her affection in a fit of pique. Jiang Fan had indeed never experienced this kind of play before.

He simply grabbed her ankles and began firing. "Mmm~~"

Shen Ting's breath hitched, and her full-figured mochi swayed unsteadily.

Her soles, insteps, calves, and groin were soaked... and burning hot...

Jiang Fan, that bastard! My brand new stockings!

Jiang Fan took a deep breath, picked up a tissue to wipe her clean, and then dried the soles of her feet.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Ms. Shen... It's already 7:10, so I won't disturb your lesson preparation any longer!" He was outmaneuvered by the beautiful teacher.

Shen Ting gave him a charming glance: "Remember to study hard when you get home!"

"Hmm." "Thump!!" The door closed.

Shen Ting covered her pretty face shyly, like a bashful kitten rolling around: "What did I just do? 'Give Jiang Fan a foot massage'?"

"But... this feeling is not bad... he must have run away in embarrassment!" A silly smile appeared on her beautiful face: "Finally won back once!" Through this confrontation, Shen Ting summarized Jiang Fan's weakness.

Maintain a distant, aloof demeanor like a teacher, then punish him in a subtle, almost suggestive way—he can't handle it!

If we give up the right to attack and let Jiang Fan do whatever he wants, he can keep going for at least 2 hours! And that's while he's sick!

Shen Ting smiled seductively: "Jiang Fan... this time, the teacher will definitely punish you severely for your performance in the script!"

Since there's no way to resist, why not fully enjoy this absurd game? Jiang Fan was indeed a little disappointed.

Teacher Shen has been his prey since the 300th grade, and he has always bullied and manipulated her.

He had just completed his dream performance of deceiving his teacher with a fountain pen, and was incredibly proud of himself. Then, she suddenly launched a surprise attack, catching him completely off guard.

Shen Ting, the aloof and strict teacher. A tigress who keeps everyone at arm's length.

The dream girl of every boy in school... actually offered to help me with her feet.

"Damn it! If it weren't for the agreement that we had to leave at 7 o'clock... I would have made her cry in heaven today!"

Shen Ting had calculated that he wouldn't break the unspoken agreement, which is why she chose that moment to launch a desperate counterattack.

The two people deeply involved in this forbidden game share a clear consensus: that is, to abide by the rules.

In reality, Shen Ting is the rule-maker. In the script, Jiang Fan is the rule-maker.

All the ambiguous and intimate moments in reality were based on Shen Ting's consent. To increase his favorability towards Shen Ting, he had to abide by the "stop at 7 pm" rule. If he begged Teacher Shen for help... he'd be in a passive position!

Jiang Fan laughed: "Anyway, I'm not at a disadvantage... Teacher Shen can bring me a sense of novelty... That's great!"

"A weekend night for exam preparation... How should I severely punish this nasty teacher who's causing trouble for his students?" Jiang Fan was very happy.

Because the player in this game is no longer a single person.

Ms. Shen is willing to accept this relationship and is trying to take the initiative. Jiang Fan must win!

Only by completely conquering her body and soul can one enter the harem life of Jiang Fan's dreams. If one loses... one can only become the beautiful teacher's plaything (sad).

The next script adaptation should be able to truly capture the original plot of "Final Exam Preparation Night," right?

Jiang Fan hailed a taxi and headed to a bustling hotel in the city. He swiped his phone.

He carefully reviewed Chen Wei's data. He then selected to place an order!

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Chapter 73 Chen Wei's First Sword Fight

Night fell, and taxis sped through the streets. Jiang Fan held his phone, deep in thought.

Chen Wei is the accountant at Scarface's company; she should know the company's inner workings. LB's earnings are [extremely generous]; I wonder how many Enjoy Coins she'll receive.

Jiang Fan deliberately arranged to meet her at a well-known hotel in the city, which was itself a stress test. In short, try to avoid meeting girls at home to discuss scripts in the future.

Jiang Fan is now handsome, a skilled fighter, and has over 200,000 yuan in cash. He exudes confidence.

The hotel receptionist was captivated by him and offered him her contact information. He then pushed open the door and entered.

The enormous floor-to-ceiling windows are eye-catching, with the city lights shimmering outside.

Jiang Fan lay on the bed and muttered to himself, "Sigh~ I never thought I'd be hooking up with a girl at a hotel. And a complete stranger at that."

Top-quality soundproofing materials completely shut out the outside world, and there are no hidden cameras as rumored. The only sound inside is the faint hum of the central air conditioning.

Half an hour later, a knock sounded on the door.

Hello? Is anyone home?

A woman's soft, seductive voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Fan switched his phone to Do Not Disturb mode, got up, and opened the door. "Gah~~" The door opened.

The woman in front of him was undoubtedly Chen Wei.

Tonight, she wore a sharply tailored navy blue suit skirt, the neckline plunging just right to reveal a deep, alluring curve. It perfectly accentuated her mature and voluptuous figure, while the glossy black stockings beneath the skirt made her calves appear sleek and straight.

Chen Wei has the classic fox-like look, with slightly raised eyebrows and naturally alluring peach blossom eyes that are captivating.

Her black hair, pulled back neatly, looked clean and tidy, with only a few carefully chosen curls hanging down her neck. Her eyes held a gentle smile, but deeper within was a hint of panic and barely perceptible fear.

Chen Wei calmly closed the door and placed her briefcase beside the counter. She then bowed very politely to Jiang Fan.

Two full, snow-white mounds swayed gently in the face of gravity. A glimpse of deep blue against the white skin stirred the imagination.

"Hello, I'm Chen Wei, the service provider for this transaction!" "You must be Mr. Jiang Fan?"

Chen Wei remained composed, as if she were truly a saleswoman discussing business with Jiang Fan. "Hmm."

Jiang Fan knew the importance of first impressions, so he politely said, "Please, have a seat." "Thank you."

While Jiang Fan turned around, Chen Wei kept glancing at his tall, handsome figure. What a good guy!

He wasn't the pot-bellied fat pig man I had imagined at all!