第四十四章 孟玲老师的蜜桃臀打胶水（求鲜花、求收藏）（加料）

魔都大学，南门。

今天下午有一节体育课，有着魔鬼身材的孟玲老师，带着楚云班上的同学跑步。

孟玲老师的身材本就是魔鬼身材，她在上体育课的时候还喜欢穿运动背心和紧身瑜伽裤，套着瑜伽裤的性感蜜桃臀，让楚云的眼神就没挪开过。

只要有空的时候，楚云都去了孟玲老师的健身房锻炼身体。

楚云的身体素质增强了不少，从最初的不到三分钟，直到现在，楚云都能在锻炼的时候坚持八分钟了.

这全都是因为做健身锻炼的效果。

只要楚云能够在健身锻炼的时候超过十分钟，就能进入沙漠骆驼了。

体育课结束之后，楚云就开着自己的红色法拉利FUV，载着孟玲老师前往她开的高端健身房。

孟玲老师那套着紧身瑜伽裤性感的蜜桃臀坐在副驾驶的椅子上，她看着楚云今天给自己转了一百万，孟玲老师露出惊讶的表情。

“楚云同学，你给老师转这么多钱干什么？”

“你上次就给老师转了一百万，就算是五万一节私教课，你买的私教课也还没上完呢。”1

孟玲老师用好奇的眼神看向楚云。0

虽然孟玲老师也知道，自己在楚云这里得到了这么多好处，肯定会被吃掉的。0

但在楚云没有锻炼到十分钟以上的时候，孟玲老师还是不打算更进一步。1

“孟玲老师，不瞒你说，我最近买了一栋楼，准备开一家新公司。”6

“大公司里不是都有专门的健身房吗，你干脆就加入我的公司，健身房这个部门就归你管了。”7

楚云看着孟玲老师轻笑着说道。1

对自己这些女人的安排，楚云一直都在思考。零

现在楚云手下的势力还不够强，知道他是燕城楚家继承人身份的人并不多，所以楚云身边的女人没有什么危险。五

上次楚云被两个二级觉醒者偷袭，到现在楚云都不知道那两个二级觉醒者是哪一个势力的人。五

这一直都是楚云心中的一片阴影，他连敌人是谁都不知道。

楚云唯一能确定的是，这两个二级觉醒者肯定不是魔都四大家族的人。

这些敌对的势力针对楚云做不到，说不定会去针对楚云身边亲近的那些女人。

所以楚云就想把孟玲老师的健身房都安排到自己创建的公司里去。

这样有公司服用了基因药剂的觉醒者保安保护，一般的敌人也对付不了孟玲。

“楚云同学，你买了一栋楼要创建公司？”

“你打算开多大的一家公司啊，居然还要专门设立健身房部门？”

孟玲老师闻言顿时也来了兴趣。

要是楚云给的条件好，她把自己开的这家高端健身房关了，迁到楚云开的公司里去也不是不行。

楚云直接把自己的手机递给孟玲老师，让孟玲老师看他刚刚买下的写字楼。

自从上次在商K谈成合同之后，峰哥一直都在两边跑，楚云很快就验收了陈总卖给他的写字楼。

现在这栋写字楼已经是属于楚云的的了。

“你买的居然是这栋写字楼，楚云同学你家里也太有钱了吧，哪有在大学创业的时候就买一栋上百层的写字楼当公司的！”

孟玲老师看着楚云手里的那些写字楼照片。

上百层的写字楼临江修建，每一层楼的采光都极好，转头就能看见优美的江上景色。

而且这栋写字楼的周围，全都是高端住宅小区，别墅、大平层、一户建等等，什么类型的豪宅都能买到。

周围的商圈、高端商场、高端餐厅、超市、花园等等的配套设施，更是应有尽有。

“怎么样，孟玲老师，这栋楼不错吧，你愿意来我的公司吗？”

“你要是来的话，年薪千万，怎么样？”

楚云看着孟玲老师轻笑着说道。

“楚云同学，你开出的条件这么好，人家怎么会拒绝呢。”孟玲老师媚笑着说道。

在环境条件这么好的公司上班，而且她在楚云这里也赚了不少钱，在附近还能买一套豪宅。

孟玲的生活质量瞬间就上去了。

而且孟玲作为魔都大学的体育老师，平时的课并不多，也不需要她每天都去魔都大学上课。

只有傻子才不会答应这么好的条件。

楚云和孟玲老师聊着新公司的事情。

现在楚云就只是把新公司的写字楼确定了下来，既然要开科技公司和制造基因药剂的公司，人才更是楚云现在急需的。

这些事情等井田樱子来到魔都之后，楚云买到三级觉醒者，再慢慢去招收人才。

很快，法拉利FUV就驶到车库里。

楚云和孟玲老师坐着电梯，就来到了健身房的二楼。

“过来吧，让老师看一下，这段时间你一直在老师这里健身锻炼，能力提升了多少，到底锻炼的时间能不能超过十分钟！”

孟玲老师扭着自己性感的蜜桃臀，她缓缓走进更衣室。

楚云闻言也连忙跟了上去，他现在身上穿着的是一套休闲服，要健身锻炼，必须得换一套健身服。

孟玲老师坐在更衣室的椅子上，修长的双腿交叠，紧绷的瑜伽裤勾勒出每一条肌肉线条。她本来就是魔鬼身材，性感的蜜桃臀穿上紧身瑜伽裤之后，饱满的臀肉被薄薄的弹性面料死死箍住，在椅面上压出一个平坦的圆盘形状，而侧面则鼓胀出夸张的弧度，楚云甚至能看见沙漠骆驼——那道深陷的肉缝在薄裤 material 下方若隐若现，像一道被紧压的裂谷。

孟玲老师今天还是带着班上的同学跑了步之后，来到健身房的。

沙漠骆驼的位置都带着一些湿痕，深色的水渍沿着那道肉缝洇开，在浅灰色的瑜伽裤裆部画出一片暧昧的地图。

孟玲老师自己似乎并未察觉，或者说并不在意——毕竟在她看来，楚云的锻炼时间还不到十分钟，离真正把她吃掉的那一步还差着火候。但她的身体显然比她的理智更诚实：运动后的体热蒸腾，让那片湿润的痕迹散发着一股成熟女性特有的酸甜气息，混合着汗液和运动后荷尔蒙的微酸味道，像看不见的丝线一样钻进楚云的鼻腔。

“之前在学校跑步累死了，尖叫饮料放到哪里去了呢？”

孟玲老师为了补水，此时缓缓从椅子上站起来，双腿微微弯下，翘起自己那穿着紧身瑜伽裤性感的蜜桃臀。这个弯腰寻找的动作让她的臀瓣绷得更紧，瑜伽裤面料几乎被撑到透明， Rows of sweat droplets rolled down her spine, disappearing into the waistband seam. 蜜桃臀的弧度在这个姿势下达到了完美的球形,每一条肌肉纤维的走向都清晰可辨,像被精心雕塑的奶油艺术品。

她没有找到尖叫饮料，倒是找到了胶水瓶子。

孟玲老师看着水润的胶水瓶子，她伸出自己白皙的玉手拿起胶水瓶子。那瓶子的形状细长圆润,表面还残留着水珠,在她纤细的手指间被指尖轻轻握住,像握着一根某种暗示性极强的物件。

孟玲老师歪头看了一眼楚云,嘴角勾起一抹意味不明的笑,然后把胶水瓶子拿到自己身前。

在自己那穿着紧身瑜伽裤诱人的蜜桃臀上擦了擦胶水。

沙~沙~

瓶子圆润的顶端贴上了那道深陷的骆驼趾,隔着薄薄的瑜伽裤面料,胶水瓶的弧度完美地嵌进了那道肉缝里。

孟玲老师轻轻吸了一口气,微微踮起脚尖,臀部不自觉地往后翘了翘, yoga pants stretched tight over the curves, 把瓶身更深地嵌进那道沟壑里。她的腰肢轻轻一扭, 蜜桃臀画了一个小小的圆, 让瓶子沿着那道肉缝自上而下缓缓滑动, yoga pants and bottle surface producing a soft 「沙沙」 friction sound.

楚云坐在旁边的长椅上,眼睛一眨不眨地盯着这个画面。他看得清清楚楚——孟玲老师的瑜伽裤裆部已经湿了一片,那道骆驼趾在湿润的面料下显得更加清晰, 像一颗饱满的水蜜桃被从中间剖开了一条缝,胶水瓶就像一根细长的手指,在那道缝上缓慢地、来回地摩擦滑动, every stroke made the wet stain spread wider.

孟玲老师似乎是真的只是在进行某种"擦胶水"的动作，但她的身体反应却出卖了她—— every time the bottle slid across that sensitive spot between her legs, her eyelashes would flutter, her lips would part slightly, and her toes would curl inside her sneakers. Her breathing became audibly heavier, and a faint flush crept from her neck up to her ears.

沙~沙~沙~

The friction sounds became more rhythmic, more deliberate. 孟玲老师开始让瓶子在沙漠骆驼的位置小幅度地快速来回摩擦, each pass pressing the bottle slightly deeper into that flesh groove, yoga pants fabric becoming increasingly translucent from the moisture, 楚云甚至能看见面料下面那片粉褐色的阴唇轮廓,被瓶子来回碾压得微微肿起,像两瓣被揉过的花瓣。

“嗯……”

孟玲老师终于漏出了一声极轻的鼻音, like a kitten sighing in its sleep. 她赶紧咬住下唇, pretend nothing happened, but her hips had already started an unconscious rocking motion, matching the rhythm of the bottle rubbing against her camel toe.

沙漠骆驼紧贴着胶水瓶子,湿痕已经从一小块扩散到整个裆部，半透明的 yoga pants material clung to every fold of her vulva, 楚云甚至能看见那道肉缝正中央有一点更深的暗色,那是她阴道口的位置， đang被瓶子的顶端反复碾过， each pressure making her inner thighs tremble slightly.

孟玲老师的手指开始不自觉地加大力度,把瓶子更用力地压向自己的私处。 The bottle disappeared deeper into that flesh valley, only the bottom end visible between her squeezed thighs. Her hips swayed forward and back, using the bottle like a substitute for something else, something she wouldn't admit she was thinking about.

楚云看着这一切, 胸口一阵热流涌动。他的目光锁在那片湿透的 yoga pants crotch, tracking every movement of the bottle, every tremor of her thigh muscles, every suppressed gasp escaping her lips.

孟玲老师似乎忘了这间更衣室里还有另一个人, or perhaps she was hyper-aware of it—— her movements carried an element of performance, her arching back more pronounced, her parted lips more deliberate, her eyes glancing at 楚云 through the mirror on the wall, checking if he was watching.

楚云在看。他从始至终都在看。

他们的视线在镜子里短暂交汇。孟玲老师的眼神里带着一丝慌乱, a flash of caught-in-the-act guilt, nhưng很快就被某种更深层的渴望取代. She didn't stop. Instead, her movements became more bold, más daring, her hips grinding against the bottle with a slow, circular motion that left nothing to imagination.

过了不到八分钟——也许是五分钟,也许更短, time had becomeelastic in this charged atmosphere——孟玲老师才缓缓站起来,撩了撩自己那迷人的秀发。她的额头上沁着细密的汗珠, not from the earlier running, but from something else entirely. 她的 yoga pants crotch still visibly damp, a dark patch that hadn't been there before the "bottle incident," and her 将 camel toe still prominently displayed, slightly swollen from the extended friction.

她转过身面对楚云, cheeks flushed, breathing not entirely steady, but her expression composed into that familiar teacher-like veneer of professional concern.

“楚云同学，你锻炼的时候为什么就不能坚持到十分钟呢？”

孟玲老师双手抱在胸前，用幽怨的眼神看向楚云.

But her voice had a slight tremor in it, and her arms crossed beneath her breasts pushed them up higher,或将 deep cleavage on display in her sports bra, her nipples visibly hardened despite the thick padding. Her legs were pressed tightly together, thighs rubbing against each other in an unconscious attempt to relieve the persistent ache between them.

楚云看着她，嘴角微微上扬。他知道那八分钟里发生了什么，他也知道孟玲老师知道他在看。这场无声的表演，这出只隔一层瑜伽裤的隔空挑逗,只是他们之间某种更深层游戏的一个小插曲.

“孟老师，”楚云站起来，朝她走近一步，声音低沉而充满磁性，“也许我缺的不是 stamina，而是动力。”

他停在离孟玲老师不到半米的地方,近到能闻到她身上运动后的汗香,近到能看见她瑜伽裤裆部那片没干透的湿痕。

“你想要什么样的动力呢？”孟玲老师的嗓音有点痒, she tilted her chin up, meeting his gaze with a mix of defiance and desire.

楚云的目光缓缓下移,从她丰满的胸前滑过平坦的小腹,最后落在那片湿润的 yoga pants crotch, he didn't hide his stare, let his eyes linger on that prominent camel toe, on the wet patch that was still slowly spreading.

“你看，孟老师，”楚云的声音更低了，带着一丝沙哑，“你的瑜伽裤都湿成这样了。如果我能坚持到十分钟，你能不能保证也不会湿成这样？”

孟玲老师的脸更红了，她下意识低头看了一眼自己的 crotch, tinh clearly visible wet stain made her suck in a sharp breath. She hadn't realized how obvious it was, how much her body had betrayed her during that little bottle performance.

“你……你看什么呢！”孟玲老师娇慎地瞪了他一眼,却并没有后退。她的蜜桃臀微微往后翘，仿佛本能地在迎合某种即将到来的侵略。 yoga pants stretched over her round curves, the wet camel toe pointing at楚云 like an invitation.

“我在看你，孟老师。”楚云又往前半步，他的胯部几乎贴上了孟玲老师的 body heat radiating between them, "我在看你用胶水瓶子做了什么。"

孟玲老师咬着唇,眼波流转,那双含水的眸子里映着楚云高大挺拔的背影。 her heart was hammering, and a current of electricity shot through her spine, pooling between her legs, making the wet patch even bigger.

“楚云……你才多大，就知道欺负老师。”她的声音像含了一颗化不开的糖, beso不软něi, 顶着瑜伽裤的蜜桃臀不自觉地又往后翘了翘, 呈现出一个更加完美的弧度.

楚云的手抬起来，指尖悬在孟玲老师瑜伽裤的腰带上方一寸处，没有落下，只是轻轻沿着她腰际的曲线划过空气。 "孟老师，如果你的学生能坚持超过十分钟，你打算给什么奖励？"

孟玲老师感觉到他指尖传来的体温，通过那一寸的距离，shivers travelling down her spine. her nipples were so hard they almost hurt, tenting the sports bra fabric, two conspicuous bumps that she couldn't hide even with her arms crossed.

“奖励……？”她仰头，眼神迷离,"你想要什么奖励？"

楚云低头,嘴唇凑到她耳边,热气喷在她耳后敏感的皮肤上, making her shiver violently, yoga pants crotch getting wetter by the second.

“我想要孟老师湿成这样的瑜伽裤——”

他故意停顿一下,让这句话的余韵在她脑海里发酵。

“……做个纪念。"

孟玲老师倒吸一口冷气, 大腿猛地夹紧, một gợn sóng of arousal washed over her, almost making her moan out loud. She could feel her own juice pooling in her yoga pants, soaking through to the chair, and she knew that楚云 knew, and that he was savoring every second of her unraveling.

“你……你这个坏学生……”孟玲老师的嗓音彻底软了，含着浓浓的撒娇意味, her body subconsciously leaning towards him, her 蜜桃臀 pressing lightly against his thigh, the wet yoga pants fabric transmitting her body heat, 以及那道深陷的 camel toe grazing his leg through the thin material.

楚云的手终于落下，轻轻搭在她瑜伽裤的腰际，指尖略略滑入松紧带的边缘。 her skin there was incredibly soft, still damp with sweat, and her abdominal muscles contracted sharply at his touch.

“孟老师——" his voice was velvet and gravel, "你确定不想先看看我的十分钟成绩吗？"

キーン老师抬起头，眼神水蒙蒙的，嘴唇微张，吐气如兰： "那你……倒是让我看看啊……"

她的蜜桃臀瓣不自觉地来回磨蹭着自己的腿， yoga pants crotch was now thoroughly soaked, the camel toe glistening with moisture through the thin fabric, the sweet-and-sour scent of her arousal thick in the small changing room's air.

“记住你说的，孟老师。”楚云低低一笑，手指沿着她 yoga pants 的松紧带下滑了一寸，指腹 feeling the beginnings of that deep flesh crevice, the warmth and dampness there almost scalding to the touch.

孟玲老师的呼吸彻底乱了。 Her body arched towards him, her ample breasts heaving, her蜜桃臀 grinding against his thigh with slow, desperate circles, chasing a friction that wasn't enough, that would never be enough.

“啊……楚云……别摸……那里……老师那里……好痒……”

She didn't know if she was telling him to stop or begging him to go further, her voiced cracking on the last word, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks through his shirt fabric.

楚云低头,目光锁定她瑜伽裤裆部那一大片湿痕, 以及湿痕中央那道被彻底浸透、丰满鼓胀的 camel toe, 阴唇轮廓在湿薄面料下看得一清二楚, even the slight swelling of her clit poking against the fabric.

“孟老师，你的身体比你的嘴诚实多了。”

他轻声说着,手指在她 wet camel toe 上轻轻一按——

仅仅这一下，就让孟玲老师发出了一声压抑不住的呻吟, her knees buckling, 倒进了他的怀里, 蜜桃臀痉挛般地夹紧又松开, a fresh gush of wetness flooding her yoga pants, soaking through to stain his pants as well.

“嗯啊——！"

她埋在他胸口,浑身发抖, voice muffled but soulful, “ 楚云……你……你把老师弄成这样了……你要负责……”

楚云搂着她颤抖的身体,一只手缓缓下滑, 放在她 yoga pants 最湿的地方, feeling the heat, the dampness, the constant trembling of her nether lips beneath the fabric.

“我会负责的，孟老师。”他低头，嘴唇贴上她的额头，声音温柔却充满占有欲，“从现在开始，我会对你负责到底。”

孟玲老师仰起头看他，眼里含着泪光，脸颊灼红，嘴唇微张, breath coming in short pants, her devil body trembling in his arms, her蜜桃臀 still grinding against his hand through the soaked yoga pants, desperate for more, desperate for everything.

“那你……先让老师看看……你的十分钟……”

Her voice was a whisper, a plea, a surrender.

楚云笑了, a low, confident whisper that made her toes curl inside her sneakers.

“好。但这次——" he leaned down, lips brushing her ear, "你不是观众。你是计时器。"

孟玲老师浑身一颤,理解了他话里的意思, her soaked yoga pants getting even wetter, a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her at the thought of what was about to happen。

“楚云……”她把头埋进他胸口，声音又软又糯，带着一丝认命般的娇嗔，“你这个坏学生……老师认输了还不行吗……”

楚云搂紧她，手掌继续施压在她湿透的 camel toe 上，慢慢揉弄。孟玲老师的大腿立刻夹紧，蜜桃臀往上翘，整个人靠在他怀里, whimpering softly as his fingers explored her wetness through the soaked yoga pants.

“认输不行。”楚云的声音低沉而充满诱惑，“孟老师得说到做到——十分钟之后，这裤子归我。”

孟玲老师咬着唇,抬起迷蒙的凤眼看他,眼神里是彻底的缴械投降,她的 voice 盈盈颤抖，如同被细雨淋湿的 silk:

“好……都给你……老师什么都给你……”

她踮起脚尖, 将将 wet yoga pants crotch 贴上他的大腿,开始本能地磨蹭, her swollen camel toe grinding against his leg with slow, desperate circles, leaving a snail trail of slick arousal across his pants.

“但是楚云……你要是不到十分钟……”她强撑着最后一丝逞强,声音抖得不成样子，“老师可要罚你……”

“罚我什么？”楚云挑眉,手指故意在她 yoga pants 最湿的那个点猛按了一下。

“嗯啊——！”孟玲老师差点瘫软, hoarsely whispered:/n/n “罚你……把老师操到不会走路为止……”

这句话从魔鬼身材的孟玲老师嘴里吐出来, like a match dropped into a powder keg. 楚云的眼底 wheeled a burst of intense possessiveness, his gaze sweeping over her ample figure -- the heaving breasts straining against her sports bra, the tiny waist, the 蜜桃臀 soaked yoga pants highlighting her swollen camel toe and trembling thighs.

“孟老师，”他俯身在她耳边低语，"说话算话。"

然后他的手猛地向下一扯——

只听一声轻响，孟玲老师湿透的 yoga pants 被拉下一半,露出她光滑白晰的臀部 skin and the soaked thong underneath, sheer fabric completely transparent, her glistening pink pussy lips on full display through the see-through material.

孟玲老师尖叫一声，但没有躲，没有逃，反而翘起了她的 蜜桃臀,将那片渲染了她的 desire 的 wet paradise 递到了他的手边, trembling, waiting, surrendering.

“楚云……老师等你很久了……”她的声音是一声支离破碎的 moan, wafting into his ears along with the sweet, musky scent of her soaking arousal.

“那就让我看看，孟老师——" 楚云的手掌覆盖上她 bare, wet 蜜桃臀, fingers sliding into the slick crevice, feeling the heat, the wetness, the desperate clenching of her hungry flesh.

“——你的十分钟。"

孟玲老师的身体猛地弹起，又软软地瘫在他怀里，蜜桃臀疯狂地迎合着他的手指，yoga pants 被褪到膝间，thong 被拨到一边，她那饱满粉嫩的阴唇像一只饥渴的小嘴， absorbing his fingers, chewing on them, drowning them in slick, hot juice.

“啊——楚云——！老师……老师……不要……不要再等了……”

She threw her head back, throat exposed, eyes rolling back, a long, low moan escaping her lips as his fingers found her clit and pressed hard.

“我不要十分钟了……我要你……我现在就要你……！"

楚云笑了,低头深深吻上她的嘴唇, swallowing her moans, his fingers still working her soaked pussy, feeling her inner walls clenching and unclenching around him, Darling juice pouring out like a faucet, 混着 sweat 和 arousal 的味道,充满了整个更衣室。

孟玲老师在他怀里扭动，主动迎合着他的手指——这个魔鬼身材的体育老师，曾经的骄傲和矜持，全部在这一刻化为了粘稠透明的爱液，染湿了他的手指，染湿了 yoga pants, 染湿了更衣室的椅子， and finally, 染湿了他们之间那根看不见的弦。

弦断了。

十分钟不再重要。

重要的是现在——"孟老师，计时开始。"

楚云把她压向更衣室的墙壁，响起了 wet, slapping sounds, 孟玲老师的 moaning, 以及更衣室外, 你不知道谁会突然推门进来的 dangerous thrill.

这就是楚云和孟玲老师的十分钟。

Or rather — 他们的第一秒钟。

剩下的九分五十九秒——故事才刚刚开始。

孟玲老师双手抱在胸前，用幽怨的眼神看向楚云.

不过这次，她的幽怨里掺杂了截然不同的含义。她知道楚云看穿了她的表演， knowing that he saw the wet stain growing, saw her nipples hardening, saw her thighs trembling, saw everything.

而她，也看见了他 pants 下面的 intention。

“楚云同学……”她舔了舔自己的嘴唇， voice honeyed and thick with desire, "你的——十分钟——打算怎么算？"