My math teacher in my dream

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My name is Jun (of course, this is a pseudonym; how could I possibly write my real name and let you dox me, haha). I'm currently a second-year junior high school student, 170cm tall and weighing 50kg. I wouldn't say I'm universally loved, but I'm sure I'm not the kind of person everyone finds unattractive
. My grades are also pretty good. Being a carefree teenager, I spent my days reading adult books, gossiping, and occasionally teasing female classmates. I never imagined that one day a woman would shatter my peaceful life and drastically change my destiny.
I'll always remember it was at the beginning of the semester. Our first-grade math teacher had retired, so the school hired a new math teacher for our class. When the bell rang, a young female teacher walked in, and at that moment, Cupid shot his arrow into my heart.
She looked just like my dream girl, Vivian Hsu—very charming. She was probably around 160cm tall, with long, glossy black hair, as black as the night, captivating the eye. It flowed down her back, giving her an air of elegance. Although she wasn't tall, her proportions were truly excellent. She wore
a black dress, but unfortunately, the dress obscured her figure, making it difficult to appreciate her fully. However, her long, beautiful legs, like smooth, white jade, were captivating. Paired with coffee-colored high heels, she was like a beautiful painting, deeply imprinted in my heart.
When she introduced herself, I felt that describing her voice as "yellow" was incredibly fitting
; I had never heard such a beautiful voice before.
"Hello everyone, my name is Jun (you read that right, really, we all share the name Jun), and I'm your math teacher for this year. Nice to meet you."
This was my first meeting with her, and the beginning of our complicated relationship.
To be honest, I never found math class interesting at all before. Although I understood the material, I only studied hard for grades, without any real motivation to learn. Every time I listened to those teachers lecturing so eloquently, those Arabic numerals, geometric figures, various mathematical formulas, and symbols sounded like the chanting of scriptures by an old monk—so boring it made me want to sleep. Back then, I always wondered if the person who invented mathematics would be condemned to the nineteenth level of hell after death; it was practically poisoning future generations, truly an unforgivable sin.
But today I realize that mathematics is truly important. If it weren't for mathematics, I wouldn't have met my teacher; if it weren't for mathematics, I wouldn't have seen her captivating appearance; if it weren't for mathematics, I wouldn't have heard her heavenly voice; if it weren't for mathematics, I wouldn't have smelled the intoxicating fragrance she occasionally brought as she passed by.
To be honest, I never imagined math class could be so interesting. The Arabic numerals she recited were like the most captivating novel, drawing me in; the geometric figures were like the latest serialized comics, making me want to keep reading; the mathematical formulas were like the codes to a safe, making me want to memorize them; and the mathematical symbols were like entertainment news, arousing my curiosity.
I never imagined math class could be so interesting; for the first time, I was truly amazed by how
engaging this math class was. Unfortunately, the school bell, which usually rings but never sounds, suddenly rang. And since math was the last class, it meant I wouldn't see the teacher again until tomorrow. For a moment, I really had the urge to break the school bell.
On my way home, walking down the corridor, I kept thinking about the teacher's appearance and voice. Everything about her seemed so
wonderful, so unforgettable.
Suddenly, I saw Ms. Jun in front of the office, waving at me.
I looked to the side, but no one was there. I looked behind me, but still no one was there. So I asked,
"Were you calling me?"
"Yes, student, it's you. You're a student in my new class, right? Since I just started at this school, could you help me move some things? I haven't unpacked a lot of things yet, and I'm a little overwhelmed."
The opportunity to be with the teacher again was right in front of me, so of course I wouldn't let it pass. I immediately nodded and agreed.
But after I finished, I regretted it a little. My math teacher was really amazing. There was a stack of thick textbooks, which she was supposedly studying for further. Add to that the textbooks, exam papers, and other materials needed for class, and even though I exercise regularly, I was almost at my limit. My back ached, and I collapsed into her chair after finishing.
Just then, she brought me a glass of water and asked if I was tired. I looked up,
then suddenly froze. Because of the work, she had tied her long hair into a ponytail. Sweat streamed down her face, and the setting sun outside made her already fair face look even brighter. Because of the sweat, her black dress clung to her body, perfectly showcasing her figure. Her breasts looked to be a D cup, standing firmly in front of her. And just then, I looked up, and this scene that made my nose bleed was right in front of me. I felt like something was about to pop out of my nose. I wondered if I was going to get a nosebleed!
"Hey! What's wrong? Are you too tired?"
I looked around. Since it was after school and we had spent a lot of time tidying up, the office was empty, and there were no more students outside. This discovery made me feel incredibly aroused. Influenced by lust, I made a decision that surprised even myself afterward.
"Teacher, look behind you!!!" I shouted.
The teacher looked back curiously.
"What... Ah!"
I hugged the teacher from behind, one hand gripping her tightly, while the other hand groped all over her body.
"Teacher, I like you so much, I love you so much! I was captivated by you the moment I saw you, you're so beautiful! I know you asked me to help you because you like me, right? That's why you kept me here at this time."
"You... what are you saying! Let go of me, I'm your teacher!"
"Teacher, love doesn't distinguish between teacher and student, let me love you!"
With that, I found the zipper of the teacher's dress, unzipped it in one go, pulled her dress up, grabbed her hands, and knocked her down onto the office floor, then showered her face and body with kisses. Even then, the teacher didn't give up, saying,
"No... no! Let go of me, or I'll scream!"
"Teacher, it's been a long time since school ended, there shouldn't be anyone left at school, don't be afraid, I'll love you well." I said, kissing her while my hands roamed over her body.
Things had developed to this point, and I couldn't stop now, and I had reached my limit. I grabbed the teacher with one hand and took off my own clothes with the other. When I finished undressing and pressed my swollen, long-awaited erection against my teacher's buttocks, she felt my burning excitement and struggled even more fiercely.
"Please, let me go! Let me go now, and I'll pretend this never happened. Don't ruin yourself! Rape is a crime!"
"It's okay, teacher. I'd die for anything, just to do it with you once."
My teacher rolled over, and her bra came undone from the struggle, finally revealing her naked body. The sight stunned me for a moment.
Her ponytail was disheveled from the struggle, falling loosely, but it didn't look messy; instead, it possessed a hazy beauty. Her face, flushed with shame and anger, paired with her snow-white skin, looked exceptionally alluring.
Looking down, I finally saw those towering peaks, probably a D cup, without any sagging or widening. This excited me, and I couldn't help but squeeze them. They felt incredibly soft, smooth, and delicate, yet firm and elastic. This made my penis throb again. In my excitement, I accidentally touched the entrance to my teacher's garden, and she let out a soft moan.
"Mmm..."
Oh my god! Hearing that sound, I couldn't resist any longer. I immediately grabbed my heavy weapon and went for it. "Plop!"
With that, it went in smoothly on the first try. There was no problem of a novice not being able to find the entrance. I guess I have a special talent! The feeling of entering was absolutely wonderful, a million times better than playing by myself. This kind of pleasure was something I had never experienced before in my life, and I wanted to savor it again and again. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped, so I started thrusting again.
With my thrusts, my teacher's vagina slowly became wet, which made my attack even smoother. I launched an assault on that mysterious flower garden while kissing my teacher. My hands weren't idle either. One hand attacked the teacher's chest, displaying all sorts of legendary martial arts techniques like pinching, kneading, and rubbing. The other hand attacked her clitoris, wanting her to see if the techniques I'd learned from watching porn were up to par.
Gradually, the teacher began to moan softly, and her hands and feet started to wrap around me. Based on my experience, the teacher must have been moved by what I was doing ( ), which made me want to make her even happier. I ignored everything else and focused all my energy on attacking the gates of her flower garden, hoping to quickly enter her heart.
My offensive intensified, and the teacher finally let go, wrapping her hands and feet around me directly, and starting to moan. Instantly, the entire office was filled only with a man's panting and a woman's moans, accompanied by continuous squelching sounds. This beautiful music made it feel like listening to a wonderful concert, completely captivating.
"Ah..." The teacher screamed, and a gush of water assaulted my glans. The teacher climaxed, and I couldn't resist the stimulation either, ejaculating with a low growl... "Ah!!"
Suddenly I woke up, my head still fuzzy. Wasn't I doing the most wonderful thing in my life with the teacher? How come I'm in my room? Damn it,
that was just a wet dream. It must be because I was too excited after helping the teacher tidy up today.
Suddenly, I felt something wet down there.
"ooxx!" I actually had a wet dream. Damn it, how old am I, still so excited? I haven't had a wet dream since I learned to masturbate. Sigh... But thinking about the dream I just had, I nodded. I checked the time, 2 a.m. I'll just open my computer and go to my usual website to have some fun. (What? I heard someone ask me why I don't go to sis. Please, did sis even exist more than ten years ago?) "Oh...! Teacher!" Instantly, my lewd shouts echoed from my room.

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