The homeroom teacher's slutty smell

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I initially planned to do something drastic to Dafei, but then I had a better idea and immediately put it into action.
First, I ran downstairs to the small supermarket, grabbed a bag of chili sauce, and then went to the second-floor office of our homeroom teacher. Besides our homeroom teacher, there were two other male teachers in the office, but that didn't concern me; I was only there for our homeroom teacher.
Since I'd bought the chili sauce, I naturally intended to use it. As you might have guessed, yes, I smeared the chili sauce on our homeroom teacher's cunt. Our homeroom teacher's cunt truly lived up to its name; the moment she took off her underwear, the pungent smell almost choked me. I practically held my breath as I smeared the chili sauce on it, then grabbed her underwear and quickly tossed it aside. I was afraid that if I stayed inside her cunt for a while longer, I'd be stuck there.
Actually, my initial thought was to smear the chili sauce on Dafei's glans, but then I thought about it again—I, a grown man, looking at another man's penis—and I felt quite disgusted. Let's just frame him. Back in the classroom, I dragged Dafei to the teacher's office door, put the teacher's underwear in his hand, and then put the chili sauce bag in his hand. To prevent him from escaping, I tied his two shoelaces together.
With over an hour left and nothing to do, I randomly picked a classroom and sat down.
Just sitting there wasn't interesting, so I looked at the girls in the class. It was a first-year class; I was already a second-year high school student, so it was a class of younger students. I found a few clean-looking and pretty girls and took off their shoes. Actually, I haven't mentioned it yet, but I have a foot fetish, not just any feet. I'm only interested in feet that are particularly beautiful and don't smell. Comparing the feet of these girls, I found one girl's feet were the most beautiful. Her skin was like white jade, with a few faint blue veins, and her five slender toes were perfectly straight. Her toenails were also carefully trimmed. She smelled them, and they didn't have any odor. That's her!
The junior high school girl sat on a stool, and I sat on the floor. I stretched out her legs and put her delicate little feet in my mouth to suck on them. To be honest, her feet didn't really have much of a smell, but
it felt really good. It's like the fetish of sucking on a nipple; sucking on a toe can also give you a certain amount of pleasure. With her left foot hanging in my mouth, I grabbed her right foot and gave myself a footjob. Sensibly, the pleasure from a footjob wasn't even as intense as handjob, but that's for a normal person. For someone like me with a foot fetish, the pleasure from a footjob is more psychological than physiological.
Actually, compared to bare feet, I prefer beautiful legs and feet in stockings, but this is a school, and both teachers and students are concerned about their image. It's too difficult to find someone wearing stockings. Maybe I'll try stockinged feet next time I have the chance.
As the soft soles of her feet rubbed against my penis, it felt like they were constantly charging. When they were fully charged, I adjusted my penis, aimed the glans at the junior's sole, and thrust down hard. Thick semen shot out like bullets, the powerful jet even causing my wrist, which was gripping her ankle, to pull back slightly. After I finished ejaculating, I put her semen-covered feet back into thin cotton socks and helped her put her shoes back on.
I checked the time; it should be about time. I looked around to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything or left any evidence, except for the semen. But who would actually do a DNA test?
I returned to my classroom and waited for the timer to start. About five minutes later, the clock began ticking again. I was observing the expressions of my English teacher and Yang Yurong when suddenly a blood-curdling scream came from downstairs. I recognized it immediately – haha, it was indeed my homeroom teacher! If I weren't afraid of being discovered, I would have gone to check on her. Unfortunately, the sounds of chasing and shouting followed in the hallway. I recognized Dafei's hoarse voice; it seemed he had no chance of escaping.
Then, a violent coughing fit came from inside the classroom. I looked closely and saw it was Yang Yurong. She coughed for a long time, spitting out several mouthfuls of semen. Of course, Yang Yurong had no idea it was semen; she thought it was just the milk she drank at lunch.
Looking at the teacher, she was much calmer, showing no signs of distress, only occasionally frowning and taking smaller steps. If I hadn't been the one who started all this, I would have even thought I hadn't actually assaulted the English teacher.
As for that rich kid, I saw her fidgeting, crossing her legs and fidgeting. She glanced around furtively, noticing everyone was either distracted by the shouts outside or attentively listening to the teacher. Then she secretly slipped her hand into her pants. I noticed she was fiddling with her fingers, her expression strange—a mixture of pleasure and pain, her face flushed. After a while, she pulled her hand out, looked at the half-melted candy on her fingers, and her face turned deathly pale.
I felt incredibly satisfied, wondering when time would stop again. As I thought about it, the image of that innocent girl I saw on the bus that morning flashed through my mind. I wondered when I would see her again; I truly loved her.
[The End]

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