The Tea Ceremony Club​
The school’s festival was lively and full of excitement, with colorful banners hanging everywhere. Each banner showed a different club’s activity, and the designs looked interesting, making the air feel exciting. The stone paths were lined with girls in different clothes—some in neat school uniforms with skirts that didn’t cover much of their legs, others in pretty dresses with layers that bounced when they walked. Their laughs mixed with soft music from nearby stands, creating a fun but intense atmosphere.
Ethan, the only boy at this fancy school for rich girls, walked around with confidence. His sharp eyes looked at the crowd, and he wore a nice blazer that fit his strong shoulders. His dark hair fell a bit messy over his forehead, and he smiled slyly as he watched the girls pass by. The school’s first rule gave him total power. All the students, and how they looked, were under his control. And Ethan loved it.
He stopped near a group of girls laughing by a cotton candy stand. Their skirts swung as they bent to whisper secrets. One girl caught his eye—a small brunette with big, gentle eyes, wearing a school uniform that showed her shape. Her stockings covered her thin legs, ending in lace just below her skirt. Without saying anything, Ethan walked up. Everyone went quiet when he came near. The girl froze, her cheeks turning pink. He reached out, his fingers touching the bottom of her skirt. “Let’s check if you’re following the rules,” he said, his voice low and teasing.
He lifted her skirt slowly, showing pale blue underwear with a cute bear and a bow. The fabric was thin, fitting her hips closely. Ethan’s fingers traced the lace edge, his touch making her breathe faster. “Good girl,” he said quietly, smiling wider as he let her skirt fall back. The other girls watched—some smiled shyly, others looked jealous—but none protested. That was the rule. The strange, important rule.
Happy, Ethan turned to a poster that interested him. The fancy writing and detailed design looked classy, different from the noisy festival. It was an ad for the Tea Ceremony Club, with a name he knew: Ye Fei, the calm, mysterious leader of the club and heir to the old Gu Ming Tea Company. Her picture on the poster was striking—long black hair falling over her shoulders, sharp almond-shaped eyes, and a small, knowing smile. Seeing her name made Ethan’s body react quickly, a sudden ache in his lower stomach.
He didn’t wait. He walked fast through the crowd, ignoring curious looks and whispers. The Tea Ceremony Club’s classroom was in a quiet part of the school, with sliding doors carved with bamboo. The smell of jasmine and oolong tea floated in the air, along with soft clinks of cups and quiet talking.
Inside, the room was peaceful and elegant. Low bamboo tables were set in rows, each with a teacup and a small plate of sweets. Girls knelt neatly on mats, drinking tea carefully under Ye Fei’s watch. She sat at the front, sitting straight, wearing a traditional dress that showed her slim figure. Her hair was tied up with a jade pin that shone in the soft light. She looked powerful, impossible to ignore.
Two girls sat next to her. On her left was Mei, a delicate girl with pale skin and big, innocent eyes that hid a quick mind. Her short hair framed her face, and her dress hugged her thin waist. On Ye Fei’s right was Lian, with bright red hair that stood out in the quiet room. Her sharp cheekbones and sly smile showed she liked to challenge things; she toyed with her teacup while stealing glances at Ye Fei.
Ethan skipped greetings. The door slid open with a loud noise, and he walked in, breaking the calm. The girls froze, their teacups halfway to their mouths, as Ethan’s eyes fixed on Ye Fei. Without a word, he pushed Mei aside (she gasped) and grabbed Ye Fei’s head with a rough grip. Her eyes widened for a second, but she didn’t fight. She never did. That was the rule.
Kneeling, her face was level with his lower body. Ethan’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her forward as he unzipped his pants. His private part was hard and throbbing, with a wet spot at the tip. He didn’t wait for her to react—he pressed the tip against her lips and forced it in, going straight to the back of her throat. Ye Fei’s eyes closed, her throat tightening around him as he pushed deeper. The warm, wet feeling made him shiver.
Then, with a low groan, he let go. Hot liquid filled her throat, the bitter taste making her swallow automatically, her throat working to take it all. Not a drop spilled. Her lips stayed tight around him, her tongue pressed underneath as she drank it all down, her movements practiced and exact. The room was silent except for the soft sound of her swallowing and Ethan’s heavy breathing. The other girls watched—some with wide eyes, others with hidden excitement—but none moved.
Ye Fei’s face stayed calm, eyes closed as if enjoying it. Her throat pulsed around him, taking every drop. Ethan couldn’t help but admire how well she did her job. The tight, smooth heat of her mouth, the way her throat held him—it felt amazing. At last, he let go of her head, pulling back with a satisfied sigh. She licked her lips, her expression unreadable except for a faint pink on her cheeks.
“Perfect,” Ethan said, his voice rough with pleasure. He zipped up, eyes still on Ye Fei. “You always know how to make me feel welcome, don’t you?”
Ye Fei looked at him, her lips curving into the same small, knowing smile from the poster. “It’s my duty,” she said softly, her voice smooth like silk, with a hint of defiance that made Ethan’s blood race.
The room stayed still, the air thick with unspoken tension. Ethan’s eyes moved to Mei and Lian, both watching him with curiosity and expectation. The festival was just starting, and he planned to try everything—and everyone—it had to offer.

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