Bearing the Bites Chapter 3

I'm on the stands during the day, but I still have to attend two evening self-study sessions before I can go home. It's only been a month since the start of school, and the school understands that everyone needs to adapt to the new life, so they haven't given freshmen any extra time. The first evening self-study session officially starts at 6:30, and it's only 5:30 now, but more than half of the students are in the classroom. Everyone is chatting and laughing with their classmates while doing some homework that doesn't require much brainpower. Ethan Han had already finished his science homework for the past few days, and his good basketball buddies were called by the teacher to collect sports equipment, so he was a little bored. He scratched his head, picked up the meal card on the desk, and walked out.

"Brother, do you want to go to the convenience store?" Dylan Chen, who was sitting next to him, had lively eyes and immediately grabbed Ethan Han, "Please bring me a Pocari Sweat."

Ethan Han rolled his eyes, and although he looked reluctant, he didn't push the meal card into his hand. He turned sideways and walked to the back door. Ava Fan had changed back into her previous white school uniform. She had bangs, and she didn't have any hair on her temples. She just tied a low braid loosely at the back of her head. After a day, some hair did run out of her temples. She leaned down and supported her left elbow, staring at the homework paper on the table in a daze.

Her eyelids were drooping, her eyelashes were curled up, and her cheeks looked cute. Even more plump than her cheeks were her breasts that were pressed against the edge of the desk, and he wanted to squeeze them up and down.

Ava Fan raised her head as if she had telepathy, and looked at him with her dark pupils against her upper eyelids. Ethan Han's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and asked, "Do you want to bring anything?"

Ava Fan thought he was well-intentioned and wanted to ease the tense atmosphere between them. After a moment's hesitation, she took out a meal card with various stickers on it from the Pachadog card holder on the desk and handed it to him: "I want orange-flavored fruit ice, thank you."

Fancy, in his memory, the only thing he remembered was that the girls in his elementary school class loved to buy all kinds of Barbie and princess stickers, and they covered the iron pencil cases and hard-surfaced schoolbag lids with stickers. Ethan Han suppressed his inner criticism and took her meal card.

There was no direct contact between their hands, but the palm of his hand seemed to feel the warmth leaking from her fingers. He clutched the meal card and strode towards the canteen's side door store, with Ava Fan's card stacked on top. His thumb unconsciously rubbed the edge of the sticker, but no matter how he rubbed it back and forth, it didn't relieve the itch. It was something else that was itching.

He usually drank iced sports drinks to cool off, but he didn't notice that there were cups of fruit ice in the freezer of the canteen. He took two bottles of Pocari Sweat and orange-flavored fruit ice, hesitated for a moment, and then took the watermelon-flavored fruit ice on the side.

Class 4 of Grade 1 is on the east side of the building. From the corridor bridge near the cafeteria, you have to walk past three classes to reach the front door of the classroom. Ethan Han seemed to be used to it and always went in through the back door when she came back. Their row was closest to the window, and there were still many people talking in the classroom. Ava Fan half stood up and stuck out her B*tt to reach the test paper handed to her by the girl at the table in front of Ethan Han. The bra buckled behind her squeezed the flesh on her back into strips, and her belly rested softly on the edge of the table. She changed into the polo school uniform she wore before.

It doesn't fit her and is a bit bloated. That body of flesh is really a burden. The fat looks very elastic, but with her body shape, she looks tall and strong. It's hard to tell whether it's regret or disdain. Just looking at it like this, he can't let go of the layers of breasts he saw in the daytime. He doesn't know how to jump high. Not only does the B*tt0cks piled up with flesh have to break away from gravity, but also the pair of heavy breasts. How many pounds, inches and length do those breasts weigh? Has she weighed them herself?

Perhaps it was too far away, Ava Fan stretched out her hand to grab the paper, but missed it by a millimeter, and the paper fell lightly on the corridor beside the desk. Ethan Han stepped forward to pick it up and put it on her desk. This paper was the new physics homework issued today. Ava Fan's desk also had the homework paper issued yesterday. There were only a few check marks on the paper, and all that could be seen were red circles.

She is really not a very smart girl. Ethan Han thought with regret. She didn't look smart at all. Sitting behind him these days, she looked like a pig or a cow, a large, quiet animal that could be manipulated by anyone.

"Thank you." Ava Fan's mouth curled up, and he took the orange ice and meal card he handed over. He felt that those eyes seemed to have some tender feelings, and suddenly they became lively. It made Ethan Han's urethra shiver, and then moved up along his tailbone, and his shoulder blade jumped together.

The sticker on the meal card was slightly soaked by the water droplets condensed on the outside of the fruit ice cream packaging. Ava Fan twisted the cool meal card and put it back into the card holder. Ethan Han stood in front of her right with his back to her. He was still wearing the slightly open sports shorts. The exposed part of his legs showed that he was not disturbing her. The twisted blood vessels tightly clung to the slender and thriving muscles, showing some purple and green. She was a little dazed, thinking about how he broke in during the day. He was panting with sweat, and his arms and calves were still stained with sand from the long jump field...

Dylan Chen gulped down the icy cold Pocari Sweat, never guessing how the fantasies of men and women could be so erotic. Once a person discovers his own fantasies, everything he sees becomes erotic. Ethan Han's eyes became abnormal just by slurping the fruity ice. He sucked the pigment on the cone into his mouth, the bottom circle was pink, and the top circle was white. At the age of high school, everything he saw was a bit like that. This shape really reminded him of her.

Breasts, breasts, he only knew breasts. Ethan Han held the ice on his head, while looking at the reflection in the window with a guilty look. Ava Fan also held the ice in her mouth, but the circle under the ice was not in her mouth, and some of the juice dripped onto her clothes in front of her chest. She took a napkin and wiped the water stain back and forth with her index finger.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and some shameless thoughts came to his mind. How could the napkin clean it? He pressed his tongue against the sweet and greasy cloth. With the support of the plump and firm breasts, he would definitely lick it clean quickly.