Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 91: Forever

"You little rascal, you haven’t seen it yet!"

Yasmin covered her ample chest with one hand and playfully tapped Ryan with a pair of chopsticks in the other.

Ryan sipped the soup and, with a sly smile, remarked, "Delicious food and delightful treats—this is the ultimate enjoyment in life."

Her 36H luxurious big breasts were extremely round, resembling small watermelons with not a hint of sagging. The snow-white breast flesh appeared as if adorned with self-planted strawberries. Which man wouldn’t lose his mind at such a sight?

If the students ever discovered that their dream lover—Ms. Yasmin, renowned as the best "milk" in Guangzhou—had been compromised by Ryan, a true bootlicker, they’d be beside themselves.

One might joke that to even attempt taking Ryan down, one would need to schedule an appointment, join a queue, and draw lots.

Naked and indulging in the lovingly prepared meal at home, Ryan couldn’t help but sigh, "The teacher’s cooking skills are truly excellent."

Yasmin cooed, "You’re so sweet. I’ve stopped cooking; it’s much more convenient to dine in the cafeteria."

Yasmin barely touched her food. After the meal, she tidied up and headed for a shower. Naturally, Ryan followed her, and their bath together turned out to be so erotic it left them both breathless.

Later, as they returned to the large bed, Ryan, using a broken bowl as an ashtray, smoked a cigarette while basking in the treatment due to him as the male host.

He held Yasmin’s plump, tender body in his arms, one hand constantly kneading one of her enormous breasts as if unwilling to let go.

Soft panting filled the air as, when her sensitive little nipples were gently pinched, Yasmin couldn’t help but emit soft moans.

Between gasps, Yasmin commented, "Student Ryan, the school hospital has finished the examination."

Yasmin recounted, "That brat Henry suffered a mild concussion, multiple soft tissue contusions all over, his face swollen like a pig’s head, and his jaw slightly dislocated. He has several swollen joints, and the periosteum of his right ribs is a bit torn—it was almost like a car accident, except he didn’t break any bones."

As she spoke, Yasmin raised her head, glanced at the smoking Ryan, and said coquettishly, "I didn’t expect you to be so formidable in a fight. Had you not held back, Henry might have been beaten to death by you."

Even without a physical connection, the thought warmed her heart—mentors always felt protective of their students.

Even if the students weren’t particularly familiar with Ryan, it was a matter of pride if one of their own emerged victorious in a fight.

Moreover, since the opponent belonged to the sports department and the school basketball team, the value of that fight was naturally very high.

Ryan laughed proudly, puffing on his cigarette, "I am not only good at fighting but also at making love. Teacher, you’ve truly discovered a treasure."

Yasmin, though playfully indignant, felt a light tap on her and, upon reaching out, discovered it was a law book, which she set aside.

Curiously, Ryan inquired, "Teacher, why are you reading a law book?"

"Preparation for a rainy day!" she replied with a sigh.

"That bastard left behind a mountain of bad debts, including money owed to the bank. I’ve even received a subpoena."

Ryan comforted her as he wrapped his arms around her, "Teacher Yasmin, don’t worry—I’ll handle everything."

"I can’t let you bear all that burden alone," Yasmin murmured, her voice soft and tearful. "My ambitions are high-sounding, but I have no choice. Isn’t a teacher supposed to be a hypocrite sometimes?"

"Why do you say that about yourself?" Ryan asked gently, kissing her forehead.

"Now that I’m yours, of course I’ll take full responsibility for everything," he promised.

Their recent intimate exchanges had boosted Yasmin’s favorability from 70 to 80. Clearly, affection wasn’t solely swayed by money—a gentle touch and sweet words often worked wonders.

The persuasive power of money combined with tender promises was nearly irresistible, especially during times of need. After all, it was well known that the gateway to the female soul lay in the most intimate of places.

Yasmin’s eyes filled with emotion as Ryan’s kisses grazed her lips with the tender delicacy of a dragonfly touching water, his words as gentle as an angel’s whisper.

"Yasmin, don’t doubt my feelings for you. I’m not just here to play around."

The endearing call of "Yasmin" made Yasmin tremble; in that moment, any trace of her authoritative persona vanished, replaced by the vulnerability of a woman in need of love.

Yet, with hesitation, she murmured, "But… he left behind so many bad debts—almost millions."

"Money isn’t the issue, Yasmin…" Ryan reassured her.

"You looked so haggard not long ago. I miss your gentle, charming smile—the one that felt like a spring breeze caressing one’s face."

"As long as you can regain that smile and return to those bright, beautiful days, everything will be worth it."

"Money is just a cold number. You are a priceless treasure—a gift from God to me."

Though his words were undeniably corny, for an intellectual like Yasmin, they struck with the impact of a nuclear blast. Overwhelmed, she nearly burst into tears before crawling into Ryan’s arms and playfully chiding, "You’re too cheesy, little rascal… I’m this old now; you can’t fool me."

Ryan, smiling, lifted her and returned to fondly licking her beautiful, ample breasts. With a wicked smile, he whispered, "I just want to cheat on your body."

He continued in a commanding tone, "That one-year agreement is void. From now on, your body belongs to me… and only to me…"

As he trailed kisses downward, Yasmin’s cheeks flushed with both desire and embarrassment. Eventually, she obediently spread her legs, submitting to his admiring gaze as he praised, "The teacher’s pussy is so beautiful."

Ryan swallowed hard, his lips capturing hers in a frenzy as his tongue explored every inch. Although it was her first time receiving oral pleasure and she was inexperienced, Yasmin moaned in bliss and murmured passionately, "Student Ryan, you lick… so well…"

"Teacher, I am willing to be yours for the rest of my life…"

"Even if you marry, as long as you never abandon your teacher, your body will always belong to Ryan…"

"Ah… unless you grows tired of playing, then the teacher will never leave you."

Perhaps stirred by deep emotion, Yasmin’s moans turned into ecstatic proclamations. While they had previously only exchanged hums and moans during lovemaking, now she vocalized every sentiment with unabashed passion.

Her mature desire was ignited further after Ryan’s first round of oral service, and within just over five minutes, she reached yet another climax.

Using her fingers to tease her sensitive clitoris in perfect harmony with his soft tongue, she achieved her third orgasm of the night. Although not as intense as intercourse, the feeling was still overwhelmingly delightful—a moment of utmost satisfaction for a mature woman.

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