Shot on the class monitor's notebook

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In 1991, I was just twenty years old. After graduating from vocational high school, I was assigned to teach at a primary school in my hometown. Back then, there weren't as many schools as there are now. Vocational school graduates were considered decent, and university graduates were even more impressive, but unfortunately, I wasn't one.

The primary school I taught was the central primary school of the township, the biggest and best in that township. Although most students came from rural families, it was still the central primary school for the entire township, and children of wealthy business owners and employees of government departments and enterprises also studied there, so the students were generally of decent quality and not particularly difficult to manage.

Under these circumstances, I started teaching a first-grade math class and became their homeroom teacher.

At the time, I was single, and my workplace provided me with a room that served as both a dormitory and an office, although even married couples shared a room back then. The entire school didn't have any multi-story buildings; they were all red brick and tile houses, lined up in a row. The first few rows were classrooms for the students, and the last two rows were where the teachers lived.

I'm not rambling, because my office was also in the dormitory, so when the class representative brought me homework to grade, they naturally brought it to my dormitory as well. That's how my story with Xiaoqin began.

When I took over, I wasn't familiar with the class, so I used all the class officers from their preschool days to avoid mistakes.

Xiaoqin was the class monitor; she was the kind of quiet, obedient, yet generous girl with good features and a refined air. Her family was from the countryside, but I guessed they were well-off. Judging from her clothes, she walked quite a distance to school every day, about an hour. Back then, the school didn't provide dormitories, so they all commuted like this, no matter how far they lived. Those who didn't have time for lunch might eat at the school cafeteria, but most would go home.

When I first arrived, I wasn't very familiar with my colleagues, and there weren't any single female teachers I could date. The work wasn't very tiring, so my young body inevitably succumbed to loneliness. When I couldn't bear it anymore, I could only listen to the sound effects from Teacher Fang's house next door and then have my "thousands of offspring" taken care of. After all, the pirated book rental industry was practically nonexistent back then, and only a few video rental shop owners had access to pornography.

Chicken? Forget about it. Back then, there weren't any in the countryside. Even if there were, I doubt many people would dare to go to prostitutes. After all, in those days, even someone getting divorced was a hot topic, the talk of the town for a long time.

Even so, I never made a move on my students, let alone Xiaoqin. But opportunities always come unexpectedly.

I usually wouldn't get up if I didn't have classes for the first two periods. After all, there wasn't a sign-in system back then, and the school only had about thirty teachers. If someone missed class, the school administration would definitely know.

I remember that morning I was still asleep when someone knocked on the door. I casually asked, "Who is it?" "It's me, bringing homework." A clear voice rang out, and I immediately knew it was Xiaoqin. She probably collected the homework after the first period and brought it over.

So, without even putting on my clothes (I wanted to keep sleeping), I got out of bed and half-opened the door for her. After all, many teachers lived in the same row of houses, and I couldn't very well be seen disheveled in front of my students.

After she came in, she went straight to the table without looking at me behind the door. She placed a stack of homework books on the chair. I thought she was going to leave, so I left the door half open. But when she came back and faced me, she said,

"Teacher Lin, I have a question for you." Only after she finished speaking did she notice that I was wearing only underwear. She lowered her eyes in embarrassment, but as she lowered her eyes, she seemed to notice my underwear with great curiosity. I then realized that my underwear was bulging because I had gotten up early, and I immediately felt embarrassed.

But I quickly replied, "Wait a minute, let me put on my clothes." After saying that, I quickly closed the door, put on a pair of pants and a shirt, and then, just as I was about to brush my teeth and wash my face, Xiaoqin called out to me, "Teacher Lin!" "Hmm?" "I have to go to class soon!"

"Oh, okay, then I'll explain it to you first! Come over to the desk." After saying that, I moved the workbooks off the chair and sat down at the desk. After she came over, I realized that the desk was still a bit high for 8-year-old Xiaoqin (don't doubt it, back then, many rural children didn't start preschool until they were 7). Her lips just touched the tabletop, and I didn't have an extra chair for her to sit on, so I said to her, "Sit on my lap!" She said "Oh," and I picked her up and put her on my lap and started explaining the problem to her. The problem was a thinking question at the back of the textbook. These kinds of problems are generally not required for students, they are not basic knowledge, but mainly to exercise students' thinking ability. In the class, I only require three very smart boys to do these kinds of problems, and I don't require the others, because I plan to let those three little guys participate in the math competition.

Although Xiaoqin is quite smart, she's a girl after all, and compared to the other three, she's a bit less capable. So I didn't expect her to be so diligent in her studies, which made me, as her teacher, very happy. Therefore, I carefully guided her thinking step by step.

While I was explaining, perhaps because the chair was quite high and my legs weren't level, leaning forward, Xiaoqin became uncomfortable and started to slide down. She used both hands to support herself as she moved, and coincidentally, one of her hands landed on my penis. My penis, which had just softened after a morning erection, immediately swelled up like a balloon in Xiaoqin's hand. Xiaoqin seemed very curious and squeezed it hard, then immediately turned her head to look at her hand, then looked up at me with confusion, as if asking what she was holding.

In that instant when she squeezed hard, my mind almost froze. I had never been squeezed like that by a woman before. The pleasure from my nerve endings made my mind go blank for a few seconds. I was so excited that I almost wanted to pull Xiaoqin tightly into my arms and thrust my erect penis into her.

But after only a few seconds, I came to my senses. Faced with Xiaoqin's questioning gaze, I didn't know how to handle it. As a teacher, I couldn't very well give a sex education lesson to an eight-year-old. So I pretended not to see her gaze and forced myself to continue explaining the problem to her, enduring the intense pleasure emanating from my penis still in her hand.

Seeing that I ignored her, Xiaoqin turned back to listen to my explanation, and the hand that was holding my penis moved to my leg. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, she unexpectedly pushed herself against my legs and moved her body backward. Now my entire erect penis was pressed against her body, from her buttocks to her waist. My relaxed nerves tensed up again, and I felt a strong urge, but reason prevented me from doing anything further.

In this state of conflicted and struggling emotions, I could only force myself to continue explaining the problem to her. But the devil always seemed to find a new way to resist when I was just starting to resist. Perhaps feeling something hard pressing against her back, making her very uncomfortable, Xiaoqin kept twisting and turning on my leg while I was explaining, as if trying to get rid of that hard thing.

I was too young then, and I had never experienced such intense stimulation. Just as I was about to rub my penis against Xiaoqin's petite body, I heard the bell ring for the second class. Perhaps it was because heaven didn't want another young person to fall into the devil's arms, and it sounded an alarm for me.

I quickly steadied Xiaoqin's still twisting body and asked her, "Do you understand?" She thought for a few seconds and slowly shook her head: "Teacher, I still don't quite understand." "Then go to class first, and think about it again after class. Think about the ideas I just explained to you. If you still don't understand, come and ask me again." After saying that, I immediately put her down.

"Okay, I'll go to class now, goodbye teacher!"

Watching Xiaoqin's figure, with her two little braids swaying, disappear into the slowly closing door, I breathed a sigh of relief, and my tense nerves relaxed. But I immediately realized why I had told her to ask me when she didn't understand, instead of explaining it to her directly in the classroom. And when I said that, there was a faint, peculiar expectation in my heart?

The devil may not succeed in tempting people every time, but it can always leave a seed in people's hearts.

Realizing the filth in my heart, and looking at my still erect crotch, I suddenly hated myself. As a teacher, having such shameful thoughts was enough to make me feel ashamed in that era. However, my hands and my thoughts seemed to be out of control. My hand touched my still erect penis, and Xiaoqin's cute face with wide eyes asking me appeared in my mind again. So pure, so innocent.

At that moment, I could no longer bear it. I quickly pulled down my pants, underwear and all, and remained seated in the chair. My right hand rapidly stroked my penis. The air seemed to still carry the scent of Xiaoqin's innocent girlhood, and her hand seemed to still be gripping my penis, her right hand still moving. My left hand rummaged through the pile of homework and pulled out Xiaoqin's notebook, which I laid out on my lap. I closed my eyes, and in a burst of accelerated trembling, I saw Xiaoqin's bright, lively eyes asking me, "Teacher, what is this? It's so uncomfortable!" Amidst a sense of shame and self-reproach, an uncontrollable pleasure surged through me. With

a shudder, thick, white fluid shot into the air and then fell heavily, splattering across Xiaoqin's notebook like white flowers blooming on the cover, on Xiaoqin's name.

Afterwards, a deep sense of guilt and exhaustion overwhelmed me, but it was impossible to continue sleeping as planned. I wiped the semen off Xiaoqin's notebook, rested briefly, and then got up to tidy up the room. However, I couldn't shake the shame and guilt in my heart. The thought of the upcoming third period lingered in my mind. How could I walk into that classroom with a normal mindset? How could I face Xiaoqin's bright, innocent eyes? How could I be worthy of that three-foot-high platform, and how could I hold that piece of chalk?

[The End]

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