My teacher Han Shuqin

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As the saying goes, environment shapes character, and this has been vividly demonstrated in my upbringing.

My family lived in a county town in northern China. My parents were both factory workers; while not poor, they were certainly not wealthy. From a young age, my parents taught me to study hard, hoping that even if I didn't achieve great success, I could at least make it to the provincial capital or city, thus escaping the materially and spiritually impoverished county town. Under this mindset, and also because the county town truly lacked attractive entertainment, my childhood was largely spent studying diligently. My excellent middle school entrance exam results allowed me to skip the county high school and go to the best high school in the city—the Development Zone Experimental High School—before it became private. Although I boarded there, the cost was manageable for my family. Whenever I think about this, I always feel it was a more important turning point than the college entrance exam, because attending this high school basically meant I could get into a decent university.

However, high school life was anything but easy. We basically completed the entire high school curriculum in a year and a half, and the rest was endless practice problems.

If there was another important turning point in my life, it would probably be the second semester of my junior year.

In the first semester of our junior year, we welcomed a new teacher. Normally, students shouldn't have different teachers throughout their three years of high school, but this new teacher was supposedly quite influential, a relative of a high-ranking official, and was practically forced into the class. This incident reveals the school's corrupt practices: ignoring other classes, this new teacher was given to our class, which was basically composed of students from surrounding counties—we were jokingly called the "poor class" by other classes. From the principal's perspective, these poor students were more hardworking, so changing teachers would have less impact; on the other hand, if it did have an impact, we poor students with no connections would be the first to be rejected by the school.

This new teacher taught physics, and her appearance caused quite a stir. The school's teachers were mostly experienced and older; for example, our youngest homeroom teacher was over forty. But this new teacher was a recent graduate from a teacher's college, which showed how powerful her connections were. Another point of contention was her appearance and demeanor. Other teachers, perhaps due to their age, generally dressed maturely and steadily. This new teacher, however, stunned us kids the moment she met us: a white shirt with a wide-open collar, a tight-fitting pencil skirt, and long, light pink stockings on her long legs; her face, no less striking than a star's, was visibly made up, though we didn't know about eyeshadow or foundation back then, we could tell she was wearing lipstick, though the color was much lighter than the lipstick our classmates wore for performances, looking very natural.

Calling her outfit glamorous wouldn't be accurate; but among the teachers at the time, it was incredibly eye-catching. Boys from other classes secretly called her "Miss Hong Kong," saying her outfit was exactly like an office lady from a Hong Kong drama. We country bumpkins, of course, didn't understand the meaning of that nickname. Looking back now, Ada Choi was very popular then, and she did resemble her somewhat, hence the nickname.

Some say that appearance reflects the heart. Logically, a woman with this kind of appearance, even if she doesn't have any real talent, should at least have a good personality. But our teacher, Han Shuqin, was completely different. Physics is a relatively difficult subject. We were already quite confused when we were in the first year of high school. In the first semester of the second year, we were supposed to finish teaching the course. This teacher, Han Shuqin, would just read from the textbook in class. We basically just listened without really understanding. If we asked her questions after class, we were in trouble.

"You don't understand this!"

"How were you listening in class!"

"You're such a pig-brain!"

Other teachers might be like this too, but after they finished speaking, they would still explain it to us. But she was different. After scolding us, she would just say: "Go back and understand it yourself!" Under her torment, a large number of our class failed the quizzes, were criticized by the school, and then our homeroom teacher scolded the whole class. Fortunately, we poor students may lack many things, but we certainly have the perseverance to endure hardship. Knowing our new teacher was unreliable, we secretly looked at notes from other classes, didn't hesitate to ask questions, and discussed them in small groups back in the dorms. We managed to turn things around in the later quizzes, and even managed to squeeze into the top fifty in the grade for the midterm exam – quite impressive.

Ironically, the school used this as Han Shuqin's achievement and praised her at a school assembly. Thankfully, at least our class teacher knew what was going on and didn't have a high opinion of this new, pretty female teacher.

If she were just an incompetent fool, it wouldn't have mattered, but she soon proved that while she wasn't great at teaching, she wasn't great at character either; she basically used all her skills for mischief.

As mentioned before, we were mostly self-taught in physics, and she probably noticed this, since she knew how well she taught. If she had just been a little arrogant and ignored us, that would have been one thing, but she seemed to feel that our self-study touched a nerve, so she actually came to the dorms to raid our study and discussion sessions.

That day, our dorm was analyzing the midterm exams that had just ended. We even borrowed notes from the dorm next door to compare our solutions to the questions we got wrong. We were getting into the discussion when the door was suddenly pushed open, and Han Shuqin appeared in the doorway with a cold expression.

"What are you doing!" "

Ms. Han, we were discussing the questions we got wrong..." Before I could finish, Han Shuqin grabbed the test paper from my hand and threw it on the ground, saying, "What are you discussing! You clearly didn't pay attention in class and didn't study hard after class, so what's there to discuss! You need to correct your attitude!" I felt both puzzled and wronged. Although I wasn't a top student, I still scored 38th in the whole school. Although I didn't make it into the top 50 in physics, I was only two points behind the cutoff score. How could that be considered a bad attitude towards learning?

Of course, we didn't dare to talk back. We could only lower our heads and listen to Han Shuqin's barrage of scolding. Her harsh words came from her beautiful face and almost made us big boys cry.

But this was just the beginning. She slammed the door shut and went to the next dormitory. That day, she scolded every single dormitory in our class without exception. She even went to the wrong dormitory, scolding the wrong students before realizing they weren't her students, and then complained that they hadn't told her sooner, wasting her time.

From that day on, Han Shuqin would check every room, regardless of whether it was a boys' or girls' dormitory, whenever she had free time. If she saw anyone discussing physics, she would go up and find an excuse to scold them. Some of us went to the academic affairs office to complain, but they said that the young female teacher was competitive and responsible, and that she was trying to help us improve our learning methods. They said they might have talked to Han Shuqin, but it was useless; it only made her more aggressive.

This situation finally improved at the end of the first semester of the second year of high school. Because our class consistently ranked at the top of the class, the principal was pleased and believed that his policy was correct. He praised Han Shuqin and our class again at the assembly and made a decision: to award the whole class 5,000 yuan, which would be distributed to students by their respective teachers based on their grades.

At the start of the second semester of our junior year, other teachers gradually distributed their bonuses. Although the amount given to each teacher was small, we were still very happy. After all, many of us from neighboring counties came from poor families, and the money we received could at least do something. But when it came to Han Shuqin, she surprisingly praised us in class and called us up to the stage according to our grades. However, she only gave us a "study motto" written by herself and a box of chocolates. According to her, she didn't care about the money; the chocolates were very expensive, and she had paid for them for us herself. At first, we were very happy, since not many people in our class had ever eaten high-end chocolates. We excitedly thanked Teacher Han. But when we got back to the dormitory and wanted to show off the chocolates to other classes, we realized that these pretty-packaged chocolates were actually cheap knockoffs. We, these ignorant country bumpkins, had been tricked by Teacher Han again.

At the time, we really didn't understand why someone as well-off as Han Shuqin would be tempted by the small bonus the school gave her. Later, I think I figured it out: Han Shuqin's clothes and belongings weren't cheap, and her meager teacher's salary certainly wasn't enough for her. Other teachers earned extra money through private tutoring, but Han Shuqin was relatively inexperienced and her skills were only average, so she couldn't get such freelance work. If she wanted a glamorous life, she had to find other ways.

As the saying goes, the wicked will be punished by the wicked. If she hadn't had those thoughts, perhaps none of the subsequent events would have happened.

Not long after the start of the semester, I was assigned to deliver a quiz paper to the office. Normally, I would have just tossed it down and left, but because it was for Han Shuqin, I had to be extra careful, lest this tigress trick me again. I placed the paper on the table, and Han Shuqin responded without even looking at it, so I left. Just then, I noticed my shoelace was untied, so I bent down to tie it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Han Shuqin pull a paper from the bottom of her sweater and tuck it inside. This surprised me greatly.

It was clearly cheating on a test, but I couldn't understand why Han Shuqin, as a teacher, would do such a thing.

Intrigued, I pretended to leave, but secretly watched what she would do. There was no one else in the office. Han Shuqin slowly stood up, went to another teacher's desk, and similarly pulled out a copy of each of the other exam papers and tucked it into her clothes. I was filled with questions, thinking that Han Shuqin must have taken spare papers, ones she hadn't yet completed. I really didn't know what she needed them for.

Back in the dorm, I told my roommates about my question, and they didn't understand either. So, we made a bold decision: to secretly follow Han Shuqin after school to see what she was up to.

We got ready early after school, quickly bought some sesame cakes, and planned to follow Han Shuqin before evening self-study. Although we'd never followed anyone before, in high school at that time, we mostly spent our free time reading, so we knew a bit about the plots in novels. We all changed our clothes; in winter, we wore hoodies and scarves, looking quite like detectives. Han Shuqin

had a dormitory at school, but she didn't live there often. Although she rode a bicycle, her family would pick her up every few days to go back to her room. That day, she pushed her bicycle out of the school gate. We agreed that someone would take a detour to the next intersection, while someone else would follow her from a distance. We followed her all the way to a noodle shop. The third roommate went inside, while we waited anxiously outside. A little while later, Han Shuqin came out first. We watched her get on her bicycle, presumably heading to school. Two minutes later, Lao San came out too, and mysteriously told us, "I saw Teacher Han exchanging exam papers for money!" Seeing that it was almost evening self-study time, we hurried back. Since we were all walking, and had just been running and chasing after her, we were all exhausted, panting and discussing as we walked. Although we were all rather naive, the logic wasn't hard to grasp: Experimental Middle School was the best high school in the city, and back then, competition between schools was all about exams. Many of our school's teachers could participate in setting the city-wide standardized exam questions, so our school's exam papers were naturally very valuable. Han Shuqin was probably taking our school's exam papers to sell for money.

But why would she steal them? Because she couldn't get into our school's own exam-setting team, and the exam papers were only released on the day of the exam to ensure fair competition among classes. Therefore, she could only steal the exam papers after the exam.

We were furious that this woman was not only eccentric but also had such a terrible character. The more we thought about it,

the angrier we became. When we got to school, we realized we'd already missed evening self-study, so we quickly tiptoed into the classroom. After self-study ended at nine, we went back to the dormitory, still fuming about it, when suddenly the door opened, and Han Shuqin appeared angrily.

"Why are you late for self-study!"

Apparently, the security guard had seen us late; it happened to be her shift today, and she knew which class we were in, so she told her.

In the past, we probably would have been scolded by her with our heads down, but this time we weren't so easily bullied. There were six boys in our dorm. The eldest suddenly retorted, "Teacher Han, where did you go before evening self-study?" Han Shuqin was taken aback, her expression shifting, before she suddenly slapped the eldest across the face. "You've learned to talk back now! What business is it of yours where I go!" The eldest was stunned by the slap. Seeing how fierce this woman was, I angrily pointed at her and said, "You know what you've done, yet you have the nerve to tell us what to do!" Han Shuqin clearly hadn't expected me, who usually seemed so timid, to respond so fiercely. She angrily pointed at me and said, "You, you, you, you have no respect for your teachers! You skipped class and were late, yet you still dare to talk back!" Although her expression was fierce, she didn't dare raise her voice. At this moment, the eldest, with tears in his eyes, covered his stinging face and said, "You're not a good teacher, and you're not a good person. You stole..." Before he could finish speaking, Han Shuqin made a move to hit him again, but I reached out and stopped her. Believe it or not, I only started growing taller in high school, and I'm still a bit shorter than her. I raised my hand to support her arm, leaned forward, and my head bumped into her chest.

"You..." Han Shuqin was speechless for a moment. After I restrained her, she pushed me away forcefully and said in a low voice,

"You pervert! I'm going to the dean's office! I want you punished!" "Go ahead! Let's go together!" The usually silent third brother suddenly said, "Everyone can testify that you stole school exam papers to sell, but none of us were perverts!" Han Shuqin was immediately intimidated. The eldest brother noticed her pants pocket and reached in. She hurriedly dodged, but I blocked her with both hands. The second brother also came up and hugged her. The eldest brother struggled to pull a wad of money from her pants pocket, held it in his hand, and couldn't help but cry, "I told you you were a thief, and you hit me!" "Keep it down! Keep it down!" Han Shuqin hurriedly said, "Teacher, you've done something wrong, please forgive me, teacher..." "You don't deserve to be our teacher!"

The eldest brother threw the money on the ground and kicked her in the groin. We boys used this move when we fought, but I never thought he would use it on Han Shuqin.

"Ouch..." Han Shuqin groaned, her expression one of great pain. She tried to squat down, but the second brother and I pulled her back. The third brother, being the clever one, took the opportunity to close the door, while the fourth and sixth brothers tacitly drew the curtains. The eldest brother, however, was relentless. He came from the mountains, his family was poor, and he was the best student in our dormitory. He had received a considerable scholarship recently, but Han Shuqin had embezzled a portion of it. Now, with both old and new grudges combined, he angrily began slapping her across the face.

"You swindled my scholarship money! You stole exam papers to sell! You always insulted us!" the eldest brother shouted angrily as he slapped her. Han Shuqin couldn't dodge, and while wincing in pain, she begged for mercy. I held her upper body down, my hand involuntarily encircling her chest, a strange sensation spreading through my hand. Han Shuqin's breasts weren't small. Even though it was winter and I was wearing a sweater and bra, touching a grown woman's breasts for the first time still made my heart flutter. The eldest brother hit her hard, and Han Shuqin's body kept twisting. Her breasts swayed between my hands, and my penis naturally became aroused.

The second brother, with his sharp eyes, grabbed Han Shuqin's lower body and, seeing my blushing face, put his hand on Han Shuqin's buttocks and started touching her without being told. Although Han Shuqin was stunned by the beating, she still knew the difference between men and women and struggled violently to break free from us.

At the crucial moment, the taciturn third brother seemed to understand something and told us to press her down on the bed. The eldest brother was stunned for a moment, but he also helped us by holding Han Shuqin's head and feet and pressing her down on the bed.

The third brother then came over with a sly grin and said, "We all saw Han Shuqin steal exam papers to sell for money, and now she has stolen money. What do you all say we should do?" "Take her to the registrar's office!"

"No, taking her to the registrar's office isn't right either.

The eldest brother hitting her wasn't right." "The eldest brother was acting in self-defense!"

The third brother told everyone to be quiet and said to Han Shuqin, "Teacher Han, what do you think we should do about this?" "Everyone...everyone...no one is saying anything," Han Shuqin's face turned red and white. "I didn't do anything, and you didn't do anything either. It's okay...it's okay..." "Then what about this money..." The second brother grabbed a few banknotes from the ground and asked.

"It's all yours...it's all yours..." Han Shuqin answered softly, her voice trembling with tears.

"Then let's see if you have any more!" The third brother started to speak. "We're going to search you!" Han Shuqin was completely bewildered. The third brother started to unzip her pants, and Han Shuqin tried to stop him. The third brother told us to hold her down. The third brother quickly and skillfully removed her outer pants, and then her thermal underwear as well. Her fair and tender thighs were especially eye-catching among the virgins in the room.

"No...uh..." Han Shuqin was about to shout when I grabbed a pair of socks from the bedside table and stuffed them into her mouth. She struggled, but I held her hands tightly, while the second brother started to take off her top. Her sweater and thermal underwear were pulled up together, covering her head, leaving only her underwear on her body in front of us. Everyone blushed, having never seen such a sensual scene before.

The third brother was the most cunning. He said, "You guys didn't get a chance to touch her, but Teacher Han might be hiding in her underwear." As he spoke, he pulled down Han Shuqin's underwear, and for the first time, everyone saw what a woman's genitals looked like. Han Shuqin didn't have much pubic hair, and it was clear that it had been trimmed, with some green stubble at the edges. Her slightly raised vulva, her legs forcibly spread apart by the two men, and the two tender labia of her vagina trembled with the rise and fall of her body. All of us boys got erections. The third brother swallowed hard and said, "Let me see if there's anything hidden inside." He then inserted two fingers into her vagina, poking around in several directions before pulling his hands out to examine them. He said mysteriously, "Teacher Han isn't a virgin!" "Why?"

"My friend from junior high said that if a woman is a virgin, she'll bleed the first time. Look, there's no blood here." Everyone looked curiously at the second brother's fingers. There was indeed no blood, but some liquid was clearly on them. The second brother explained that it was a woman's vaginal fluid, not urine. We were all skeptical; after all, although we had studied physiology, we hadn't been taught about this, and besides, we all thought that although men and women were different, their genitals were both for urinating.

"Are you all hard?"

We answered shyly, humming and hawing. The third brother grinned mischievously and said, "If you're hard, you can stick it into that hole!" Hearing this, Han Shuqin struggled violently, and everyone quickly restrained her. Because her sweater was pulled over her head, her struggles weren't very effective. The second brother, however, managed to take a moment to figure out that her bra had a front clasp and finally unhooked it. Her white breasts, freed from their restraints, spread out to the sides under gravity. The second brother and I quickly grabbed one each, beginning to feel the texture of this beautiful flesh.

Han Shuqin's breasts were being squeezed in our hands, her small nipples pinched between our fingers. We never imagined a woman could have such fun things on her body! The eldest brother wanted to touch her too, and the second brother gave way to him, but his lower body was already occupied by the fourth brother. The fourth brother, imitating the third brother, inserted two fingers and started fiddling

with her, while the sixth brother buried his head in her thighs, licking and kissing them. None of the six of us had sexual experience; only the third brother knew that it involved "insertion," but he didn't quite understand it. He pulled down his pants, rolled back his foreskin, looked at the woman's vaginal opening, then at his own erect penis, seemingly both confused and somewhat afraid. The fourth and sixth brothers stepped aside and helped him hold down Han Shuqin's legs. The third brother got onto the bed, knelt between Han Shuqin's legs, and finally lay down, using his hand to guide his penis, groping to insert it.

Suddenly, Han Shuqin's body trembled, and even though her mouth was covered, her muffled moans could be heard. The third brother happily said, "It's in! It's in!" Then he didn't know what to do. We moved aside Han Shuqin's breasts, and the third brother grabbed one in each hand, sucking on the nipples as if he was enjoying it.

"Like this?"

"What do you know? It feels so good!" The third brother had an intoxicated expression. The eldest brother told him to move aside, and he thrust his big penis inside. Han Shuqin's body trembled again, and then she didn't move. Later, I realized that she probably thought we didn't know anything about sex at that time, and thought that as long as it went in, it would be fine, and that deliberately not moving would prevent her from being ejaculated inside. Unfortunately, I was probably destined to be her nemesis. When it was my turn, I forcefully thrust in. As usual, she pretended to struggle for a moment and then stopped moving. I felt my position was wrong. Because of my height, I wanted to play with her breasts, so I pulled out and moved to a different position before thrusting in again.

A strange pleasure arose between the thrusting and pulling. I couldn't help but inhale and pull out again, then thrust in again. Han Shuqin still couldn't pretend to stop. When I adjusted my rhythm and stopped pulling out, but instead started thrusting in and out of her vagina, her body obviously began to twist violently.

"That's it! That's it!" I announced to everyone with the joy of discovering a new solution: "You have to move after you thrust in and out, that's what makes it so good! It's so good!" I couldn't help but speed up the rhythm of my thrusting, my hands tightly gripping Han Shuqin's breasts. A tingling sensation I had never experienced before came from my tailbone. Han Shuqin seemed to feel my penis swelling. Although she struggled desperately, she still couldn't escape the fate of being internally ejaculated into for the first time that night.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." I growled, ejaculating into a woman's vagina for the first time in my life. Slowly pulling out my limp penis, watching the white semen cling to the opening, the third brother, who had just thought he was right, immediately said, "Everyone line up and come in! Those who haven't peed don't count!" "That's not pee!" "Then what is it?"

"That's semen!"

"The kind that sometimes gets on your pants while you're sleeping?"

Apparently, some people had experienced nocturnal emissions. This was my first time ejaculating. Next, the eldest brother, panting, started thrusting again. This time, he imitated me, thrusting in and out, and soon he too ejaculated.

After we all took our turn, Han Shuqin stopped resisting. The sixth brother even said her vagina felt like it was being sucked in and out, and a large amount of semen mixed with Han Shuqin's vaginal fluid had leaked out. The fourth brother grumbled about making his bed dirty. The third brother composed himself and had us help Han Shuqin up. Her upper clothes were pulled down, but her lower body wasn't dressed yet.

Han Shuqin's mouth was still covered, her face flushed. The second brother even reached under her sweater to play with her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind, as if she were numb.

The third brother and the eldest brother discussed it, and the eldest brother said, "Teacher Han, you've been mean to us and stole the test papers. If we do *that* to you, we'll call it even." The third brother continued, "If you don't like that, we can call other boys over and have them play with you too. That way, you'll be considered a slut, right?" Han Shuqin then realized and shook her head frantically. The third brother nodded and said, "Then we'll call it even, but you have to leave a written agreement in case there's trouble later!" The eldest brother had already written something and handed it to Han Shuqin. It said: "Han Shuqin was caught stealing and selling school test papers by classmate XX. She voluntarily played with the classmates. We're even now, and no one is allowed to report her."

Han Shuqin trembled as she signed and dated it, and we all signed it too. With the written agreement in our hands, the third brother, while touching her wet genitals, said, "Teacher Han, although we played with you, we're all virgins, but you aren't. Logically, you're the one who benefited." Han Shuqin didn't answer. I continued, "I've heard from the uncles that virgin essence is the most nourishing. Teacher Han is going to give us red envelopes!" The eldest and second eldest brothers, who were picking up the money, tidied it up and counted it. There was a whopping five thousand yuan. The eldest brother said seriously to Han Shuqin, "Half of this money is a red envelope for us. You keep the other half; it's your hard-earned money." Han Shuqin was both amused and exasperated by this strange theory. She quickly took the money, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly left our dormitory. Then, the eldest and third eldest brothers discussed something, seemingly plotting something. The eldest brother said the money they got was useful and they wouldn't share it with everyone yet, but would make everyone happy soon.

In the following days, Han Shuqin appeared calm on the surface, but the way she looked at the six of us was noticeably different; she seemed to be intentionally avoiding us. I don't know if it was the excitement of our first sexual experience, but everyone's been in much better shape these past few days. In the next quiz, all six of us in the dorm actually made it into the top fifty, even the sixth oldest student, who was always at the bottom of the class, turned things around.

And then this Sunday, Han Shuqin completely succumbed to our quagmire.

[The End]

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