Coach Po

Long, Kenny, and Ben looked towards the bathroom stalls. Their eyes quickly scanned each bathroom stalls before their gazes finally landed on the farthest one. Due to the dim lights, they weren't able to see anything when they first barged in, but now, they saw two pairs of shoes in the farthest bathroom stall. Kenny and Ben blushed royal red, and Long turned even redder. The three of them knew exactly what was up.

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Lia knew the Yang brothers had heard her moans and was just about to stop Han from pleasuring her when he suddenly moved his hand that was grasping her heavy breast to her nipple and squeezed it. He also added another finger to rub her nub.

"Ahh…"

Fuck it.... let them hear, she thought as Han vigorously rubbed her clitoris with his two fingers and played with her nipple. The friction from Han's touch combined with her wetness made slick noises that turned her even more on as she writhed against Han's touch. She felt so good that it almost hurt. The sensation built up and up. Her toes curled, and she was just about to reach her peak when Han's movements abruptly stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" Lia angrily cried out. She turned around to face Han, but he was not paying attention to her. He was staring at the gap of the bathroom stall and intently listening to what the Yang brothers were saying. As the brothers continued whispering to each other, Han pupil turned black and he narrowed his eyes.

"Dude let's record this shit and post it online," Long giddily whispered to Kenny and Ben. At first, he was embarrassed to hear two people having sex in the bathroom, but the more groans and moans he heard, the angrier he got. He wanted to punish them for fucking in front of him.

"Let's just go," Ben said as he gave Long a strange look.

Why is he so angry, and why do I see a hint of jealousy on his face? Is it because no girl would give him the time of his day?

Ben was just about to ask why he was so angry when once again, the bathroom door slammed open.

"PUT OUT THAT CIGARETTE AND ALL THREE OF YOU COME WITH ME!" shouted a man in his mid-thirties. It was Coach Po. He was wearing a bright orange neon track suit with black stripes. The students of XI High couldn't bear to look at him, but he strutted in his track suit looking like a proud peacock having no sense of care for anyone's opinions. While he was strutting about outside, he smelled cigarette coming from the boy's bathroom and instantly knew it was the Yang brothers.

Those boys always up to no good. This time I'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget.

The brothers groaned and shivered. They knew they were in deep shit. Coach Po was known for his cruel and brutal punishments. They had experienced it firsthand. Coach Po was an advocate for health, so he liked to make students do vigorous exercises as punishment. Last time, they had to do 40 rounds of lunges around the track field without stopping. It was hell. They couldn't walk for days without looking like they had something stuck up their ass.

Fuck, the three of them thought as Coach Po signaled for them to follow him out with a stern look. The Yang brothers looked like they were going to cry as they grudgingly followed Coach Po out the door, and the couple having sex in the farthest bathroom stall of the boy's bathroom was long forgotten as they wondered what Coach Po was going to make them do this time.