The Surviving Meiyu Canster, Student Council President

Black and white suspender stockings intertwined.

Two pairs of full, rounded thighs overlapped and pressed against each other.

The room’s temperature rose like a hotplate; the view was damp and dim, yet the atmosphere was hazy and tender.

It made one want to close their eyes and drift off, but the three of them had no time for sleep.

Such a vital, fiery scene! It gave Naiye boundless energy!

At first Naiye was indeed very eager, but gradually his two fists couldn’t match four hands.

Soon Young Master Naiye gradually shifted from the offensive to the defensive, ending up lying...