English reading class

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On Monday, Meng Jiaxun arrived at school a little earlier than usual. The weather outside was gradually getting hot, showing signs of summer. There weren't many students in the classroom. As Meng Jiaxun sat down and idly looked at the scenery, he suddenly noticed a chubby figure right in front of him.

"Hey! Fatty! Why are you here so early today? Did you stay out all night?" Meng Jiaxun walked over to Hu Youzhi in surprise, placing a hand on his broad shoulder.

Finding that Hu Youzhi didn't seem to hear him, Meng Jiaxun was even more puzzled. Looking down, he saw Hu Youzhi with his eyes closed, muttering to himself, and clutching a vocabulary book tightly in his hand.

"What the heck! No way! You're not memorizing vocabulary, are you?" Meng Jiaxun asked loudly, both surprised and suspicious.

Hu Youzhi opened his small eyes, looked at him with displeasure, pushed Meng Jiaxun, and muttered, "Get away from me! I forgot again!"

Meng Jiaxun had been his brother for over ten years, but he had never seen him study so diligently. He found it amusing, patted Hu Youzhi's shoulder hard, and shook his head, saying, "I advise you to give up! You're simply not cut out for studying! Why torture yourself!"

"Mind your own business!" Hu Youzhi raised his voice, his expression somewhat annoyed.

"Don't act like you've turned over a new leaf just because that crazy woman said a few words to you, you..." Meng Jiaxun continued to tease him, but Hu Youzhi's chubby face suddenly turned bright red, and he shouted angrily, "You're not allowed to insult the teacher like that!"

Meng Jiaxun was a little stunned, and suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable anger. He had never been so fiercely treated by his good brother before! Today, all he did was call her a crazy woman, and she dared to yell at him?

Meng Jiaxun was so angry he laughed. He grabbed Hu Youzhi's ear and snapped, "You've got some nerve! What's wrong with me cursing that bitch? And you're getting all worked up for her?"

Hu Youzhi shook his head violently and said hatefully, "It's clearly your own incompetence that's the problem. You just blame others. Don't you even know what kind of person you are?"

"You!" Meng Jiaxun was now truly enraged. He roared, "What kind of person am I? I'm way better than you! My scores in two subjects are equal to your total score! Even if you ate all the books in the book, you still wouldn't be as good as me! And you act like you're trying so hard to be a good student. I'm ashamed of you!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Youzhi's expression suddenly darkened. He turned away from Meng Jiaxun, not bothering to argue, and said in a low voice, "If that's really what you think, then we can stop being brothers! If you're a brother who only knows how to mock me, I'm better off without you!"

"What did you say?" Meng Jiaxun's expression changed slightly, doubting his ears.

"Every time I seriously try to do something, you just keep belittling me and making fun of me. You've never encouraged me! You...you...stop talking!" Hu Youzhi picked up his book again, started reciting words, and his face turned cold.

"Fine...very good! It's good that you say that! You'll regret it!" Meng Jiaxun felt trembling all over. He slammed his hand on the table before walking away. The surrounding classmates heard the commotion and stared at them.

...

The classroom gradually filled up. Meng Jiaxun's mood became increasingly agitated, and his resentment towards Liao Panxi grew stronger. He now blamed all of this on that woman, Liao Panxi. It was all her doing, sowing discord and bewitching Hu Youzhi.

His best friend since childhood had actually said such harsh words today. This was unprecedented, and something he had never imagined.

"I'll definitely teach her a lesson!" Meng Jiaxun secretly vowed

...

This floor had a large office. Although Liao Panxi had her own reception room, she usually worked with the other teachers, as it was more convenient to handle certain assignments and courseware here!

Actually, Liao Panxi knew that she felt a little out of place in this spacious office, but she didn't particularly care. She believed that only mediocre people are not envied, sheep like to live in groups, and beasts always hunt alone.

The other teachers would chat in twos and threes, but she was always quiet, her cool and beautiful face always keeping people at a distance.

A male teacher wearing glasses walked over and smiled, "Teacher Liao, could you schedule an extra lunch break class for me this week? The students are falling behind in their studies, and I need to help them consolidate their learning!"

Liao Panxi pushed up her glasses and slightly parted her lips, "Let me see! Which day would you like?" As she spoke, she took out a small notebook containing a timetable with many red annotations.

“Wednesday would be best,” the male teacher chuckled.

“Wednesday won’t work, I need to assign essays that day!” Liao Panxi shook her head slightly.

“Then Thursday?” The male teacher’s smile remained unchanged.

“Thursday won’t work either! I need them to memorize vocabulary!” Liao Panxi shook her head again.

“Then…” The male teacher’s smile became somewhat awkward .

Before he could finish speaking, Liao Panxi closed her notebook and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Teacher Liu, Friday won’t work either, Teacher Zhang already took it. It’ll have to be next week!”

“But…” The male teacher smiled sheepishly, about to speak, when the bell rang, forcing him to shut up.

Liao Panxi ignored him, packed up her teaching materials, gave a slight bow in apology, and got up to go to class.

Not long after she left, a female teacher teased, “Teacher Liu, you should give up. She’s an excellent teacher, you know.”

"Teacher Wang! Don't add fuel to the fire!" Teacher Liu chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"You already talked to her about it last week, but she just didn't want to talk to you at all." Teacher Wang chuckled, looking quite pleased .

Teacher Liu ignored her; after all, this was a matter for his class, and he didn't want outsiders interfering. Besides, he was aware of the rivalry between Teacher Wang and Liao Panxi, and understood her ill intentions.

...

When the bell rang, Meng Jiaxun's spirits lifted. He knew Liao Panxi was very punctual and would be in the classroom soon. Sure

enough, before the bell had even finished ringing, a graceful figure strode into the classroom. Meng Jiaxun only noticed that she was wearing a black professional pencil skirt that accentuated her long, slender legs, and pointed black high heels. Before he could get a closer look, Liao Panxi was already standing on the podium.

"Stand up!"

"Hello, teacher!"

When Meng Jiaxun stood up, he didn't bow. His gaze sharpened as he looked at the female teacher on the platform. He noticed her white embroidered shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal a delicate wrist, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and the pink-rimmed glasses she wore, which made her appear even more serious and dignified.

Remembering how this aloof and elegant woman had moaned sweetly beneath him that day, Meng Jiaxun felt a surge of heat, his little monk rising high.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he thought he saw Liao Panxi give him a cold glance. However, when he looked at her directly, she lowered her eyelids and slightly bowed, gesturing for him to sit down.

Meng Jiaxun stared intently at Liao Panxi's pretty face, trying to discern the meaning in her eyes, but Liao Panxi never looked at him directly, which annoyed him.

...

Liao Panxi liked to carefully read the words aloud, then slowly pace around the classroom amidst the students' repeating.

Holding her textbook, her steps were slow, and when she led the reading, the classroom became so quiet that only her voice and soft footsteps could be heard; no one dared to make a sound.

The students' reading voices were loud, clear, and melodious. Liao Panxi rhythmically controlled her pace, pronouncing each syllable of the word carefully and accurately. All the students were attentive, not daring to lose focus even for a moment.

Surrounded by Liao Panxi, a woman with such a commanding presence, no one dared to make a move or let their mind wander. Everyone was on high alert, practically burning the midnight oil.

Meng Jiaxun initially stammered along, his pronunciation less than flattering, but he still diligently and earnestly rolled his tongue. However, every time Liao Panxi walked past him, Meng Jiaxun couldn't help but stare at her shapely buttocks, recalling the feeling of fucking her from behind. Back then, he had completely forgotten how to properly experience the feeling of that full, round ass, and now he had long forgotten what it felt like to pound into her buttocks hard.

Meng Jiaxun sat in the last row, by the window. When Liao Panxi stopped moving behind him, Meng Jiaxun still felt a surge of tension upon hearing the clear sounds behind him, not daring to reveal even a hint of his thoughts.

This feeling made Meng Jiaxun suddenly laugh. He had already pinned this woman down and fucked her, and now he was afraid of her?

Meng Jiaxun hated his own cowardice, but also admired his teacher's powerful aura.

Liao

Panxi liked her current position; from this angle, she could see all the students sitting up straight, unlike the perspective from the stage. Being watched from behind made the students feel even more pressured.

However, as Liao Panxi walked forward amidst the students' reading, she suddenly felt her thigh being grabbed by a pair of strong hands, almost tripping her.

Meng Jiaxun boldly grabbed Liao Panxi's thigh, touching the soft, smooth inner thigh. He looked up and gave Liao Panxi a meaningful smile.

Liao Panxi kept pulling her leg forward, but Meng Jiaxun's grip was too strong, and she dared not use too much force for fear of being noticed by the students. She frowned and looked coldly at Meng Jiaxun's smiling face.

Meng Jiaxun grinned slightly, his hand beginning to caress her without restraint.

Liao Panxi's reading rhythm was disrupted, and she had been stunned for several seconds, struggling. Looking at the students with their backs to her, seemingly worried someone would turn around and see her in this unsightly state, she cleared her throat and continued reading.

Meng Jiaxun felt a surge of pride; he knew Liao Panxi was giving in. He began to slip his other hand inside, moving from her knees towards the depths of her thighs.

How elastic, how plump and smooth, like touching the most precious jewel. Meng Jiaxun began to feel excited, perhaps because of the danger of being discovered in such a stimulating setting.

Not content with just caressing her thighs, Meng Jiaxun slipped one hand under her black skirt. In the blink of an eye, he touched that alluring secret place, so warm and soft.

When his fingers touched it, Meng Jiaxun felt Liao Panxi's body tremble slightly, but her voice remained steady, showing no sign of abnormality. This made Meng Jiaxun admire Liao Panxi's composure, and he became even more interested.

Using his fingers to explore, Meng Jiaxun quickly found that small, protruding clitoris. He pressed it hard, then rubbed and squeezed it incessantly. As if a switch had been flipped, Liao Panxi's legs trembled even more violently, and she began to squeeze them tightly, trying to stop Meng Jiaxun from doing anything inappropriate.

Meng Jiaxun's hands were tightly squeezed between her thighs, and he could only use his remaining fingers to rub Liao Panxi's genitals even more vigorously, finding it a little difficult to relax. With a gesture, he roughly used his other hand to pull Liao Panxi's thighs apart, forcefully preventing her from closing them. He immediately felt a significant reduction in pressure.

Being so tightly restrained in this situation, Liao Panxi dared not struggle too violently, giving Meng Jiaxun ample room to move.

Seemingly to retaliate against Liao Panxi's resistance, Meng Jiaxun pinched Liao Panxi's clitoris hard with two fingers as punishment. This caused Liao Panxi's voice to tremble slightly, but she immediately repeated it, concealing it subtly.

Forcefully pulling Liao Panxi's panties down to her buttocks, Meng Jiaxun could feel a patch of pubic hair, like tender grass nourished by spring rain. He began to move one finger back and forth between her labia, his fingertip searching for the deep entrance... Gradually

... Amidst the students' clear reading voices, Meng Jiaxun pressed and twisted with his fingertips, finally finding that alluring, narrow passage. He then slowly inserted his fingers deeper—it was extremely narrow at first, warm like being in a thermos, or like being sucked by a small mouth. Meng Jiaxun's fingers slowly moved up and down, trying to widen the entrance, but unfortunately, with little success.

Liao Panxi never expected Meng Jiaxun to be so bold; her relaxed thighs tightened again, causing Meng Jiaxun to lose his grip, his hand trapped between her thighs once more. But this time was different; Meng Jiaxun's fingers were still inside the fairy cave. Although his hand was in pain from Liao Panxi's grip, it didn't stop him from causing a ruckus.

Meng Jiaxun inserted his fingers very deeply; he began to feel the passage becoming moist, sometimes easily releasing them. Then, he quickly squeezed her thighs together again—Liao Panxi's thighs began to tremble even more violently, her face flushed, and her breathing became erratic, but her voice remained calm and gentle, which amazed Meng Jiaxun. His finger movements intensified.

Whether it was a hallucination or not, when the class quieted down, Meng Jiaxun could actually hear a soft splashing sound, which he found hard to believe. He had always thought that squirting in AVs was fake, just incontinence. It wasn't until he tilted his head and clearly heard the splashing sound as his fingers stirred that he realized his mistake. Meng Jiaxun

dared not be so arrogant anymore; he didn't want to expose himself. When it was Liao Panxi's turn to lead the reading, he stopped, but when it was the students' turn to read aloud, he would forcefully assault them, using this solemn reading voice to mask his actions. The lewd sounds of flowing water—this stark contrast made Meng Jiaxun's breathing rapid, his penis pressed tightly against the bottom of the table.

As Meng Jiaxun's movements intensified, Liao Panxi's reading aloud became somewhat low, each time only uttered between breaths after intense stimulation; she felt somewhat exhausted. This was definitely the most strenuous reading aloud she had ever done since becoming a teacher.

What alarmed Liao Panxi even more was that she felt her body becoming very hot, her body gradually becoming sensitive. Each time she was stirred with fingers, it brought not only slight discomfort and pain, but also a strong pleasure accompanying her resistance. This sensual sensation, inconsistent with her mental state, filled Liao Panxi with a deep sense of self-reproach and helplessness. Her reactions grew stronger and stronger—her legs... She stopped squeezing so tightly, giving Meng Jiaxun more and more room to maneuver.

Meng Jiaxun sensed Liao Panxi's change, and he quietly inserted another finger. With the two fingers together, amidst the students' loud reading, he frantically stirred, hooked, and intertwined them…

Each time, Liao Panxi's thighs trembled violently, her body seemingly slowly squatting down; it seemed her legs were starting to weaken.

Meng Jiaxun felt this, and the two fingers, tightly gripped by her honeyed orifice, worked even harder, until Liao Panxi pressed one hand on his desk and the other on the desk of the student next to her, her buttocks shaking violently, and her legs squatting down. Only then was Meng Jiaxun somewhat startled, and he hurriedly withdrew his fingers.

The student next to him was also startled, thinking he had been punished for not reading well. The teacher noticed and looked at Liao Panxi with a horrified expression. Before she could even see Liao Panxi's face clearly, she met her cold gaze and immediately shrank back, looking at her books.

Meng Jiaxun looked at his soaked fingers, which were covered in a sticky, unidentified liquid that exuded a lewd smell. He gently touched that soft, boneless hand, and under Liao Panxi's downward gaze, he greedily sucked on his fingers, smiling as he met her eyes.

Seeing this, Liao Panxi felt a deep anger and shame rising in her heart. Even though the teacher didn't continue reading, the students didn't dare to move. The classroom was quiet. Liao Panxi's underwear was still disheveled, but she couldn't fix it. She slowly walked forward, pretending to be focused on her textbook, and casually returned to the podium.

[The End]

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