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I am a girl who grew up in a remote village in Hunan. Our area was very poor, and the villagers, like
their ancestors, lived a monotonous life, working from sunrise to sunset. Despite the many years of reform and opening up, the outside world
has undergone tremendous changes, but our village remains largely unchanged, and life has always been
difficult. I am very pretty, and I'm not exaggerating; everyone in the village says so. I loved dressing up from a young age.
My mother is very skillful and can always make beautiful clothes for me from very cheap fabrics. I am also very hardworking,
often helping with chores around the house and taking care of my two younger brothers. I always greet people with respect, calling them "uncle," "aunt," or "grandpa." The villagers
all like me, praising my beauty and thoughtfulness, saying that whoever marries me will be very lucky. My parents
loved me very much. They didn't want me to continue my studies after elementary school because they couldn't afford it, but I cried
and begged to go to middle school. My parents had no choice but to grit their teeth and let me continue.
Because I started school late, I was already seventeen years old when I was in my third year of middle school, a beautiful and graceful young woman. The village
boys always seemed to hang around me, whether they had something to say or not. I was also just beginning to experience romantic feelings, and I often thought about
things between men and women when I went to bed at night. Around that time, a male Chinese teacher joined our class. He was from
a middle school and was there to teach for a year. He was very handsome, and always dressed neatly.
He was so different from us country folk. His arrival was like a spring breeze that opened my heart. I started to fall in love with him.
Whenever he taught, I would stare at him the entire time, imagining romantic scenarios of being with him.
I didn't hear a word he said during the lesson. After a while, I noticed that he
would sometimes glance at me while lecturing, and my heart would pound every time. After class, I would often
use asking questions as an excuse to go to him. After school, I would sometimes even help him wash his clothes and ask him all sorts of questions. He had studied in
a big city , was well-informed, and knew a lot. He often told me about life in big cities, which
broadened the horizons of this country girl. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be to go to a big city someday. All of this made me love him
even more deeply. Although I later learned that he was already married, which saddened me for a long time, I still
couldn't pull myself away. I was always thinking about him, hoping to see him every day. Every Sunday he would go back to the county town, and on those
days I felt like a lost soul, longing for Monday to come quickly. His wife would sometimes come to visit him at school.
Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, she was a city person, dressed well, and looked very fashionable. Seeing
the two of them laughing and talking together made me incredibly sad, and I could only find a secluded place to secretly
shed tears. But afterwards, I still thought about him and often went to see him.
One day, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to have a proper talk with him. In the afternoon, I lied to my parents before school
, saying I wouldn't be coming home that night and would sleep at Chunmei's house. Chunmei is my best friend; we often
do our homework and sleep together at night, either at her house or mine. My parents are used to it and don't care
. After school, Chunmei and I went to her house. We finished our homework together and even helped her family gather
pig feed. After dinner, it was already evening, and I said I had to go home. Chunmei didn't stop me. So, I
secretly ran back to school alone. Chunmei's house wasn't far from the school, but it was already dark when I got there. In the countryside,
the school at night. The teachers all have homes in the village; only the principal's family and
us teachers live at the school, on the east and west sides respectively. I secretly went to the teacher's door. The light was still on inside;
I wondered what he was doing. Standing at his door, my heart was pounding. I didn't know
what to say, and I kept praying he wasn't already asleep. It took me a long time
to muster the courage to knock.
"Who is it?" he asked from inside.
"It's me," I answered nervously.
The door opened, and he held a book in his hand. "Oh? It's Yanzi. What are you doing here so late?"
I said nervously, "I...I...I have a question I don't understand, and I wanted to ask." My face
flushed.
He smiled, as if he had already seen through my lie. "Come in."
I went inside, and he closed the door behind me. "Yanzi, I was just about to look for you these past few days. You failed your midterm
exam . I heard you used to be a good student. How did you become like this?
What's on your mind all day? You don't even pay attention in class. Come and see your exam paper." He said as he sat down
at the table and picked out a paper from a stack of exam papers.
He scolded me as soon as I walked in, but I didn't feel upset at all. Being alone with him, listening to
him talk, even if he was scolding me, made me feel happy.
My Chinese exam paper was on the table, with only a few marks; most of it was marked with red
X's. "Look at this, you only got a little over 30 points. I don't know if it's because I didn't teach well or if you didn't study well?"
I quickly went to his side, blushing, and said, "No, no, it's not the teacher's fault. It's all my
fault I didn't listen carefully in class."
The teacher turned to me and asked, "Why? What were you thinking about in class?"
"I...I..." I lowered my head, unsure how to tell him.
The teacher didn't press further. "Then I'll explain these questions to you again. Listen carefully, and
don't forget this time." He picked up his pen and explained each question to me. I stood beside him,
not listening to a word he said, just silently looking down at him.
The teacher had a fair and handsome face, like a movie star. His long hair was neatly combed,
and he wore a white shirt, a gray jacket, and black trousers. He
was impeccably groomed. We had never seen a man like him in our village. Country men toiled in the fields all day,
exposed to the wind and sun, their faces covered in dust and grime, their clothes old and dirty, only getting new clothes for the New Year. But
no matter how they dressed, they still had a rustic air about them. The teacher was from the city; his demeanor and style were different from ours.
The more I looked at him, the more I liked him.
I stared at him, mumbling "uh-huh" in response, but I
didn't really hear a word he said.
After explaining a few problems, he realized I wasn't listening. He put down his pen, turned to me, and said,
"Sigh, never mind, you weren't really paying attention. Tell me, what did you come here for?"
"I...I...I just wanted to see you," I mustered my courage and told him.
He stopped asking me questions and started staring at me. He stared for a long time, his face flushing, his breathing becoming
rapid , and a longing look in his eyes. My face turned even redder under his gaze, my hands fidgeting with
the hem of my clothes, and I lowered my head, unable to look at him.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "Yanzi, you're so beautiful."
Hearing the person I loved praise me so deeply filled me with immense happiness. His grasp on my hands made my
heart race again, my face burning red. My shy instincts made me want to pull
my hands away, but he only held them tighter. I didn't pull my hands away again, looking up at him and conveying my love
to him. Our eyes sparkled with love.
He stood up and pulled me into his arms in an instant. It all happened so suddenly, something I
had never expected. Before I could react, he kissed me. My mind went blank, and my body
went limp. His arms were strong, holding me tightly, his lips pressed against mine, his tongue licking back and forth. I naturally opened my mouth, and he slipped his tongue
inside , licking and
teasing. With his teasing, my tongue followed his. When he withdrew, I put my tongue in his
mouth and let him hold it. Ah, so this is what it feels like to be kissed by the man I love. Instinctively, I opened
my arms around his neck, closing my eyes and enjoying his kiss. Then, he held my
waist tightly with one hand, and with the other, he began to caress my body, first touching my buttocks, then my nipples,
kneading them through my clothes. His kisses had already excited me immensely, and his caresses only made it more
unbearable . My whole body began to heat up, and the places he touched felt burning hot. I couldn't help but
moan softly.
We kissed for a long time, until we were both almost out of breath before we separated. I opened my eyes to look at him,
my face burning. He looked at me for a moment, panting, then suddenly let go and walked towards the door. I almost collapsed
to the ground.
He opened the door, glanced outside, closed and locked it, then came over, picked me up
, and laid me down on his bed. He lowered the mosquito net, reached out and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.
I didn't understand what he was going to do; I only knew that I would be willing to do anything he did to me. He climbed beside me and
began kissing me again. I lay quietly, letting him kiss my face and my neck. After a while, he got up
and began unbuttoning my clothes, taking them off. I didn't even try to resist; I just let him
undress me completely. It was autumn, and I felt a chill. Being undressed by a man for the first time filled me with shock
and shame. Thankfully, the lights weren't on, which made things a little easier. The teacher quickly undressed as well, lying down
beside me. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin. He began to kiss me tenderly, one hand caressing my
naked body. He touched my nipples, my thighs, my pubic hair; every inch
of skin he touched felt so good. His tongue teased my neck and earlobes, arousing me greatly. His hand then
moved to my genitals. Instinctively, I tightened my legs, but he gently pulled them apart. I obediently opened them again, and he
lightly touched my private parts, teasing them with a finger. He rubbed my clitoris, and I slowly felt a mixture of
pleasure and unbearable itching. I couldn't help but moan softly, and vaginal fluid flowed out.
He spread my legs and climbed on top of me. I didn't know what he was going to do, I just felt him grab
a hot thing and push it into my vagina. When it went in, I felt
like my lower body was being torn apart, and a sharp pain shot through me. I couldn't help but scream "Ah!"
The teacher quickly covered my mouth with his hand and stopped pushing in. "Yanzi, bear with it. It always hurts a lot for girls the first time
. It'll be fine in a little while."
I listened to my teacher and endured the pain without making a sound. My teacher kissed me and touched my nipples to
distract me. Gradually, I felt less pain in my lower body. However, the warm thing
inside me was still uncomfortable and made me wiggle my buttocks. My teacher's body began to move, and the thing
started to go in and out of my vagina. I felt a tingling, itchy sensation in my vagina. Every
time the thing went in, it felt very comfortable. The pain gradually disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented feeling of comfort.
I actively lifted my buttocks to welcome its entry. "Yanzi, does it still hurt?" my teacher
whispered in my ear.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," I answered shyly.
My teacher lifted her body, placed her hands beside me, and began to speed up her movements. The thing thrust into my vagina
again and again, each time deeper and more powerful than the last. A feeling of comfort
quickly spread throughout my body. I felt like I was sitting on a swing, being pushed up to the clouds again and again. My mind
was blank, and my body was floating around. "Oh...oh..." I moaned comfortably.
The teacher got up and knelt between my legs, put my feet on his shoulders, and thrust violently
into my pressure points while holding my legs. My head swayed involuntarily from side to side, and my hands gripped the sheets tightly as I enjoyed
the happiest thing I had ever experienced. Even at this moment, I would have been willing to let him kill me. His hot thing
was rubbing against my pressure points, like an electric shock stimulating them. He kept bringing me to climax, and finally,
a strange tingling sensation came from my pressure points. I couldn't help but violently raise my buttocks, hoping that thing would thrust in faster.
The teacher seemed to know my request and thrust in hard. I felt that thing suddenly become thicker and bigger.
The teacher thrust a few times and then stopped. I felt that thing throbbing violently in my pressure points. With its throbbing,
it felt like a hot liquid was spraying into my pressure points. I felt extremely comfortable, like an electric current was passing through my
whole body. My body began to tremble, and then my whole body relaxed instantly, and my mind became hazy. Wow, it felt so good
.
The teacher released my legs and climbed on top of me, panting. He seemed exhausted. My pleasure hadn't
subsided . He pressed down on me, and I reached out and hugged him, slowly stroking his back. It was like this for a long time
before I gradually came to my senses.
The teacher recovered, rolled over and lay down beside me, pulled the blanket over us both, and hugged me
tightly . I thanked him; he had shown me the greatest joy of being a woman, which
also meant he loved me. I hugged him tightly, buried my head in his chest, and cried. He hugged me even tighter
.
After a while, I stopped crying. The teacher reached out and turned on the light, turning my face towards him and looking at
me with deep affection. "I'm sorry, Yanzi, I couldn't hold back anymore."
I kissed him and said, "Teacher, I love you. You have no idea how deeply I love you. From
the first moment I saw you, I fell in love with you. For the past two months, I've watched you during your classes, and I've
thought about My heart is completely devoted to you. I want to be with you every moment, and I've been hoping every day that one day
you would like me too. Do you know how much I've suffered waiting for this day?" I told the teacher what I had kept buried in my heart
for so long . I could finally tell him in person, and I was naked in his arms.
I cried freely, feeling incredibly happy.
The teacher listened quietly to my story, gently wiping away my tears. "Oh, Yanzi, I
know I like you too, but I'm married. I don't want to hurt you. You're so beautiful; you
'll definitely find a better man than me in the future. It's all my fault today; I've ruined your lifelong happiness."
I covered his mouth with my hand, stopping him from saying anything more. Just hearing him say that he liked me too was enough for me
. "Teacher, I don't care if you're married or not. As long as you still like me in the future, that's my greatest happiness."
"You don't care that I have a wife and children?"
"I don't care. As long as you like me, Teacher, I'll do anything for you." I answered firmly.
The teacher looked at me without saying a word for a long time. Suddenly, he hugged me tightly and kissed me deeply. I
responded to him tenderly. After a long while, he finally let go of me.
He held my head with one arm and stroked my nipple with the other, smiling as he asked, "I noticed
you , not paying attention. What were you thinking about?"
"I was looking at you and fantasizing about being with you."
"Is it like this now?" he asked curiously.
"No, I didn't understand this before. I just imagined you holding my hand in the fields,
talking , saying you liked me, or at most, fantasizing about you hugging me. That made me happy."
"Oh, it's all my fault. You're a good student; you shouldn't have failed your exams because of me. How will you
graduate? Listen to me, starting tomorrow, don't think about it anymore. Pay attention in class, and I'll treat you well.
But if you fail your final exams again, I won't like you anymore."
"I'll listen to you, teacher. I'll study hard from now on." I obediently agreed. As long as the teacher wants me
to study hard, I will definitely listen.
The teacher hugged me for a while, then said, "Okay, get up and get dressed. I'll take you home."
"No, I won't go tonight. I want to stay with you, teacher," I refused to go home.
"How can that be? You're a young woman, spending the night outside. Don't your parents care?"
I told him how I lied to my parents about spending the night at Chunmei's house to put his mind at ease. After listening, he said,
"You can't do this again. Your family will find out sooner or later. Aren't you afraid others will find out?"
"I'm not afraid. As long as you love me, I'm not afraid of anything."
The teacher seemed a little scared after hearing this. "Silly girl, you're not afraid, but do you know
you 're ruining me? If people find out I'm a married man who loves his female student, my life
will be over."
Yes, how could I not have thought of that? I only cared about my own happiness. If word got out, wouldn't that ruin the teacher's future?
I absolutely couldn't ruin the future and happiness of the person I love for my sake. As long as you can secretly love me, I'm
already very content. "I promise I'll be careful from now on and won't let anyone know, teacher. Don't worry, let's just keep our
love secret, okay?"
"As long as you don't let anyone know, I'll love you dearly. But you have to be careful from now on too. Act
as usual, and don't give yourself away. If people find out, not only will it ruin me, but how will you, a
young woman live here? Even your parents will be cursed, and your whole family will be ashamed to face
anyone. So you must be careful, understand?" the teacher told me very seriously.
What the teacher said was true. In our area, if a woman did something outrageous, her whole family would
lose face, their reputation would be ruined, and no one would associate with them. There was a case in our village where a
daughter got pregnant by a man from a neighboring village, and her mother, too ashamed to face anyone, hanged herself. I
loved my teacher wholeheartedly and had never thought about these things. But after her reminder, I realized the seriousness of the matter and thought I must be careful
from now on and never let anyone know. "I understand, I'll listen to you, teacher."
The teacher didn't say anything more. He reached down and gently stroked my pubic hair and private parts, asking me with concern,
"Does it still hurt?"
My face flushed red again, and I whispered to him, "A little bit."
The teacher said, "It always hurts a woman's first time, but it won't hurt afterward; it will feel very comfortable." He
kissed it comfortable just now?"
I buried my face in his chest shyly and only softly murmured "Mmm." Yes, it really felt good just now.
I had never known before that there could be such wonderful things between men and women. In my imagination,
love between men and women was just about hugging and kissing, things I only saw in movies. Today, the teacher showed me
all of this. After that intimate physical contact, my love for the teacher deepened.
The teacher seemed to remember something, and sat up nervously, asking me, "Yanzi, tell me when your
period ?"
I was puzzled by his question; it was a very dirty thing to
tell someone. But seeing his nervousness, I told him, "It just ended the day before yesterday."
He relaxed, lay back down, and said, "Thank goodness."
"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.
"Silly girl, don't you understand? It's fine since your period just ended. But if it happened during the
days between your periods, and I ejaculated inside your vagina like I just did, you would get pregnant.
What would happen if I got you pregnant?" The teacher gently pinched my cheek as he told me.
I thought to myself, "The teacher knows so much! There's so much to learn here." I also learned that the warm stuff he
ejaculated my vagina was called semen, and that's how men and women have children
.
The teacher pulled my hand and led it to his crotch. There was a lot of hair there, and a fleshy thing.
I knew that was the thing that had just brought me so much pleasure. I shyly tried to pull my hand away, but the teacher wouldn't let me.
My face flushed, and I gently grasped it. In my hometown, we call a man's penis a "jiba" (cock). I
only knew it was for men to urinate; I never knew it had this other use. I'd only ever seen children's penises;
I didn't know what a grown man's penis looked like. I slowly touched it, feeling its shape. I was puzzled. When it
had entered my vagina, it felt like a hard penis, but now it was soft. I
was too embarrassed to ask the teacher, so I just kept touching it. To my surprise, his penis
gradually , turning back into a hard penis.
The teacher grabbed my hand and rubbed it on his penis, saying, "It's so uncomfortable here."
I asked with concern, "What should I do?"
The teacher smiled lewdly and touched my private parts, saying, "It won't hurt if it goes in here."
I understood what the teacher meant and said proudly, "Teacher is so naughty."
The teacher teased my vaginal opening with his fingers while licking my earlobe with his tongue, and gently asked me
, "Can I be naughty one more time?"
I was aroused by his teasing, and my vagina started to itch. I wanted to experience the pleasure again,
so I agreed and said, "Okay."
The teacher lifted his shirt, stood up, spread my legs, and knelt in front of my buttocks. I looked up to see that
the teacher's penis was erect there, red on the head, with a fleshy mound hanging down below, and many black hairs growing around the penis
. The teacher used one hand to guide his penis and inserted it into my vagina.
"Oh..." I let out a soft moan of pleasure and closed my eyes. My vagina was
still wet with the teacher's semen, very slippery. His penis slid in all the way, stretching my vaginal opening. There was still a slight pain down there, but
not as much as before; the pleasure quickly made me forget the pain.
The teacher gripped my waist with both hands and thrust his body, his penis moving in and out of my vagina. The wooden bed
creaked with his movements.
The pleasure quickly spread throughout my body, my mind went blank again, and my body was pushed to a climax by the teacher,
floating around. I moaned ecstatically, "Oh...oh..., teacher..., teacher..., oh...oh
..." My head swayed back and forth, my hands gripping the blanket tightly one moment and my nipples the next,
my body involuntarily swaying and lifting my buttocks to meet his penis...
I was lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the experience. After a while, my climax arrived. My head went
blank, and a wave of tingling sensation washed over me. The teacher thrust a few times, his penis throbbing inside me, and
another gush of warm semen shot into my vagina. Ah, I felt so good I almost died.
The teacher covered me with a blanket and lay down beside me, turning me around to hug me from behind, letting me rest my head on his
arm . His other hand caressed me, touching my nipples and my genitals. I slowly
savored the pleasure he was giving me… “Yanzi, is it good?” he asked in my ear.
“Yes,” I answered drowsily. Gradually, my pleasure subsided.
The teacher turned off the light and held me like that, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. After a while,
he slowly fell asleep, emitting soft snores. I, too, felt exhausted from the two intense arousals
, and soon I too fell asleep in his warm embrace.
I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely felt someone touching my nipples, and
something , which felt very comfortable. I slowly opened my eyes and woke up, only to realize that it was my teacher doing this
to me. I don't know when he woke up, but he had already inserted his penis into my vagina from behind and was thrusting inside
. "Mmm... mmm..." I hummed softly.
The teacher stopped and asked me softly, "Are you awake?"
I was feeling comfortable, and the teacher's stopping made my vagina feel uncomfortable. I couldn't help but
wiggle , hoping he wouldn't stop. The teacher stopped talking and began to
thrust his buttocks forcefully, pushing his penis into my vagina, and also reached down to rub my clitoris with his fingers. It was a kind of stimulation I had never experienced before.
"Mmm... mmm..." I hummed excitedly.
This time, the teacher lasted a long time. I reached orgasm twice before he ejaculated. We rested for a
while, and he climbed on top of me, kissing me. I reached out and hugged him tightly.
The roosters outside started crowing, and the sky outside the window began to darken. Dawn was approaching. How I wished that dawn
would never break, that I could stay with the teacher like this forever, never to be separated. How wonderful that would be!
The teacher turned on the light and urged me to get dressed quickly. He dressed too, and we got out of bed together. I
knew I had to leave; I couldn't let anyone find out we were together. But I just didn't want to leave. I hugged the teacher tightly,
unwilling to let go. The teacher kissed me again. "Yanzi, be good. There's a long road ahead, and we
can be together often. Remember my words, never let anyone know. You have to study hard from now on, or the teacher
won't like you anymore. Also, you have to brush your teeth every day, okay?"
"I'll listen to you, teacher." I kissed the teacher again before letting go.
The teacher turned off the lights, pulled me to open the door, and looked outside to make sure no one was there before letting me leave.
Like a thief, I slipped out of school and ran towards our village road in the dim morning light, running quite a distance
before stopping to catch my breath.
As dawn broke, people started going to work in the fields, and students started going to school. I stood by
the roadside waiting for Chunmei. Still thinking about last night, a smile unconsciously crept onto my face. My lower body
still ached slightly, a different feeling than usual, but I felt happy because I knew the teacher
loved me too, and we had a close relationship.
Chunmei arrived, looking at me strangely: "What's making you so happy?"
I said happily, "I won't tell you." I took Chunmei's hand, and we walked towards school, chatting and laughing
.
Class started; the second period was Chinese. The teacher came in. I'm tall, so I sat in
the last row. I smiled at him, hoping he would glance at me. But he acted as if he didn't see me and started lecturing in a serious tone .
I knew I had done something foolish, so I quickly stopped smiling. I remembered my teacher telling me to study hard, so
I focused my attention, opened my book, and began to listen attentively to the teacher's lecture. I
remembered .
The bell rang, and the teacher packed up his books and left the classroom. For some reason,
I ran out of the classroom and chased after him, calling out passionately, "Teacher!"
He turned around, glared at me, and walked away without a word.
I froze, wondering what I had done wrong. A sudden feeling of injustice washed over me, and tears
welled up. I held them back, turned, and went back to the classroom, thankfully without attracting anyone's attention.
After school that afternoon, I ran to the teacher's room again. When he saw me, he looked displeased. "
School . Why are you here instead of going home? Go back now, and don't come again." I didn't believe he was saying
that, and stood there, unwilling to leave. "Go back now," he said, closing the door behind him.
I forced back my tears, biting my lip as I left school. Tears streamed down my face as I walked home. I couldn't
understand why my teacher had changed so quickly. Last night he was so loving and caring towards me, so why was he ignoring me today?
Had I done something wrong to upset him, or had he changed his mind and stopped liking me? Impossible, impossible!
The events of last night kept replaying in my mind. It must have been something I did wrong to upset him. But
what had I done wrong? I was completely baffled.
For several days in a row, the teacher was so cold to me. I didn't dare go to him. My heart
was sad. I wished so much that the teacher could say one more word to me, hug me again. I spent these days in a daze.
When he taught, I would stare at him blankly, my eyes filled with longing. I thought to myself, "Teacher, please don't ignore me anymore.
Do you know I can't take it anymore? Teacher, please, please."
That noon, I ran to a secluded spot behind a room to brood alone. The teacher appeared beside me at
some and hugged me tightly. When I looked up and saw it was the teacher,
I couldn't hold back the grievances that had been building up in my heart for days. I buried my head in his arms and cried loudly.
The teacher quickly covered my mouth, "Don't cry, don't cry, be careful someone hears."
But I couldn't help it. The teacher lowered his head and kissed me on the lips. I hugged his
neck , afraid that if I let go, he would be gone again. He kissed me fiercely, and I kissed him desperately while tears streamed down my face. I
didn't want to be separated from him anymore. We held each other tightly and kissed for a long, long time before we separated. I still hadn't
recovered, and I hugged his waist tightly with both hands, sobbing softly. The teacher stroked my head and comforted me, "It's okay,
it's okay, don't cry anymore."
Slowly, I calmed down, and I looked up at him with my face full of tears. "Teacher, please don't ignore me anymore,
okay? You know how much it hurts."
The teacher lovingly wiped away my tears. "Silly girl, how could I ignore you? I
miss . I didn't ask you to pretend everything was normal, but the other day your emotions were written all over your face, you
kept running to me, and you were always with me. People will find out soon enough. I was deliberately ignoring you because I didn't want them to know
, do you understand?"
I finally understood why the teacher was ignoring me. The teacher continued, "This is serious. If people find out, we're
both finished. From now on, we'll just have a normal teacher-student relationship on the surface. We can be together again when no one's around.
Just remember that I'll always love you, okay?"
I nodded, indicating I understood.
The teacher looked around, and seeing no one was there, she gently pushed me away, holding my shoulders, and
said softly, "Wait for me in the bamboo grove by the roadside after school." She quickly kissed me on the cheek and left.
I was so happy I almost jumped for joy. I could be with my teacher again that afternoon. All the grievances of the past few days vanished.
I stood there for a while longer. My lips were still a little sore from the passionate kiss with the teacher,
but I loved it so much. I stood there alone for a long time before wiping away my tears and returning to the classroom.
I couldn't concentrate on class all afternoon; I just wanted school to end. Time seemed to drag on, and I
kept thinking, "Hurry, hurry, hurry..."
Finally, school was over. I found my younger brother, who was in the second year of junior high, and asked him to tell the family I had something to do and would be
home late. I also managed to get rid of Chunmei, who wanted to go home with me. After everyone left, I went alone into a bamboo grove along the way
home , nervously waiting for the teacher to arrive.
The road from the school to our village went around a small mountain covered in bamboo. Usually,
only playful children went there. It was only a little past four in the afternoon. I secretly hid inside,
watching the road. There were very few people left; it was almost lunchtime, and most people had already gone home. After waiting
a while, I saw the teacher riding a bicycle towards me. He pushed the bicycle into the woods, hid it, and locked it. He
peered into the woods, and I knew he was looking for me.
"Teacher," I called softly.
Hearing my voice, the teacher saw me. He quickly walked to my side, looked around, and then
took my hand and led me deeper into the bamboo forest. I followed him from the bamboo forest to the hillside behind the mountain, where there
was a clearing covered with grass and many blooming wild chrysanthemums.
The teacher looked around again for a while, making sure no one was around, before turning around and embracing me. He kissed me
and stroked my body. I was extremely excited, my whole body went limp, and the teacher and I fell down together in the grass. He
kissed my face and neck while unbuttoning my clothes and loosening my belt. I lay there in the grass,
letting him undress me. He quickly took off his clothes too, spread both of our clothes on the grass, and
placed me on top of them. It's autumn now, and I feel a bit cold in my clothes, but as long as I'm with my teacher
, doing what we both enjoy, I'm willing to endure the cold.
My teacher knelt between my legs, holding his penis in one hand. He wasn't in a hurry to thrust in, but instead
rubbed it up and down at the entrance of my vagina. My desire was quickly aroused; my vagina was unbearably itchy, and
I was leaking a lot of vaginal fluid. I wanted his penis to go in quickly, but he kept rubbing it back and forth. I
couldn't hold back any longer and begged him, "Teacher, I want it, I'm so uncomfortable."
My teacher mocked me, "What a little slut, getting aroused so quickly." Then he thrust hard, and
his penis went in. This time it didn't hurt at all; it was all pleasure. He grabbed my
nipples with both hands, touching and pinching them, while his penis moved in and out of my vagina. My legs naturally
wrapped around his waist.
"Mmm...mmm..." I moaned.
"Don't scream, someone might hear," the teacher warned me.
I quickly bit my lip, trying to suppress the pleasure, but after a while I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." I cried out ecstatically, and the teacher ignored me, only thrusting harder
into my vagina.
After a while, he grabbed my ankles, pressing my legs towards my head, making my buttocks stick up
high , my vagina facing upwards. He got up and squatted there, inserting his penis into my vagina from above,
so he could penetrate very deeply and powerfully.
I felt extremely comfortable, closing my eyes to enjoy this immense pleasure, gradually reaching orgasm. I suddenly
thrust my buttocks a few times, letting out a long "Ah—" and my whole body went limp.
The teacher hadn't ejaculated yet. He pulled his penis out of my vagina, grabbed my waist, and made me kneel with
my buttocks crawling on my clothes. I was dazed and let him do as he pleased. He grabbed my waist with both hands and
inserted his penis into my vagina from behind. He thrust violently, his body slapping against my buttocks, making
"slap, slap" sounds.
I hadn't expected him to have so many ways to play, and I found it all very novel. Each way of playing had a different
feeling; the direction his penis went in was different, and the part of the vagina it pressed against was different. By crawling like this, his penis
could penetrate very deeply, very powerfully, and very quickly. The pleasure that had just subsided was quickly
reignited by his violent thrusts, and I cried out even more wildly, actively swaying my buttocks to match his
entry.
I don't know how long we did it, but another orgasm came, and my whole body started trembling. The teacher thrust
a few more times, then suddenly pulled his penis out of my vagina and ejaculated warm semen onto my cold buttocks
. I still prefer the teacher to ejaculate inside my vagina; it feels more comfortable that way, and his penis stays
inside, giving me even more pleasure. The teacher probably didn't want me to get pregnant, so he ejaculated outside.
I lay there limply, and the teacher took some tissues from his clothes to wipe the semen off my buttocks,
then patted my bottom. "Get up and get dressed quickly, be careful not to catch a cold." He dressed himself, but I
didn't want to move at all, lying there enjoying the slowly fading pleasure.
"Silly girl, aren't you afraid of getting sick? Come on, let me help you get dressed." He pulled
his clothes out from under me, first helping me put on my pants, then lifting me up to put on my shirt. I loved it when my teacher helped me get dressed, so I
didn't move and let him finish. My legs were still weak. Then, my teacher pulled me down to sit on the grass.
He put one arm around my shoulder, and I rested my head in his arms. The sunset filtered through the bamboo grove, casting its glow on
us both. Birds chirped merrily in the bamboo, flitting about as if
celebrating our love. Wildflowers bloomed on the ground, releasing an intoxicating fragrance. Just now, we had the sky as our blanket and the ground as our bed,
receiving nature's bounty. Ah, what a beautiful setting! Being with my beloved, so romantic,
so warm. Time, please stop here, let my teacher and I stay together like this forever.
We stayed like that, neither of us speaking, embracing each other for a long time. Then the teacher stood up and helped me up, carefully
removing the weeds from my head and clothes. "It's time to go home. It's getting dark, and your parents will get suspicious if we stay any longer
."
Although I didn't want to leave the teacher, I obeyed. He hugged me, kissed me for a while, and then led me
down the mountain. When we reached the roadside and saw no one, he told me to go first. I kissed the teacher and
reluctantly left, heading home. I kept looking back at the bamboo forest as I walked. After I had walked quite a distance,
I saw the teacher emerge from the forest, get on his bicycle, and head towards school.
When I got home, it was almost dark. My parents had already finished eating and were sitting in the yard drinking tea. Seeing me
return , my mother said, "A young lady like you, running around outside so late at night, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" "
I had something to do," I replied hastily, running into the house. There was food my mother had left for me on the table.
I ate while secretly feeling happy inside.
From that day on, my life changed dramatically. I no longer daydreamed in class. The teacher's
loving promise was like a reassuring pill, making me feel at ease and preventing me from having any more wild thoughts. I listened to the teacher,
listened attentively in class, and studied hard. I also became cleaner. Before, I would only bathe once a week, but
now I shower every two or three days. I also took better care of myself, combing my two braids neatly and applying face
cream. I also started to love looking in the mirror, often staring blankly at my reflection. I felt that life was so
wonderful , as happy as a little bird, skipping and hopping as I walked, often humming a tune. I listened to the teacher and
bought toothpaste and a toothbrush, brushing my teeth every morning. People in our village never brushed their teeth, and even
my parents disapproved of my behavior. My father scolded me, "You haven't eaten shit, why are you brushing your teeth? Why are you trying to imitate city people?" I
didn't care and let my parents say what they wanted, as long as the teacher was happy.
At school, I outwardly maintained a normal teacher-student relationship, no longer being as affectionate with my teachers.
However , I secretly met with them often, once or twice a week. I became quite shrewd, often
finding various excuses to deceive my parents and others. I dared not use the excuse of going to Chunmei's house too often; the most frequent excuse was
going to the movies. Our village was very poor; only a few families had black-and-white televisions. Those families had members working outside the village,
earning money and living a slightly better life than others. The township showed a movie every week, which was practically our
only cultural activity. On that day, groups of young people from the village would go to the township to watch the film.
I took advantage of this opportunity to go with everyone. Once we arrived in the township, I would secretly run off alone to meet my
teacher .
Knowing I would definitely come, he would wait for me in his house. When we met, I was usually the one who initiated
the hug. Each time, we would have sex. He brought me a rubber condom from the city,
which he would put on his penis during the days he predicted I would get pregnant. He told me it was called a condom, and that
wearing one would prevent me from getting pregnant. But I still preferred him to do it without one; I felt
it felt better that way. Because we only met every few days, and it was always sneaky, I was always very
excited, and each time he brought me to the brink of ecstasy.
He also taught me how to ride on top of him, which I also found very enjoyable. With him lying on the bed, I would...
He would move his penis up and down around my acupoints, and each time he sat down, his penis would penetrate very deeply, and I
could control it to press against the itchy spot. At this time, the teacher would reach out and touch my nipples,
but this was too strenuous, and I would get tired after a while. Then the teacher would let me lie down
to rest , and he would continue to play with me from above until I reached orgasm. The teacher had many other ways to play, sometimes
holding me face to face, sometimes holding me from behind while sitting on the edge of the bed. Each position gave me different feelings and
different stimulation.
After we finished, I would let him hold me and whisper sweet nothings to him, asking him to tell me about his past
.
Sometimes when I was menstruating, I would sit on his lap and let him touch me, talking to him all night
. He called me "little slut," which is an insult in our area, but I liked it when he
called me that because I liked to be horny in front of the teacher.
Each time we spent together, it would last for more than an hour. Once the movie ended, I had to go
home , and I always left my teacher with great reluctance. That night, I would sleep very soundly.
We went to the bamboo forest twice before, but the weather got colder and we didn't go again. However, I still
really liked it there, and I hope my teacher will take me there again next spring when the flowers bloom.
I studied very hard, and I scored above 80 in every subject on my final exams. My teacher was very happy when she found out and
gave me a long kiss as a reward.
Good days are always short-lived. The New Year was approaching, school was on winter break, and my teacher went back to the county town. How could I get through such a long
winter break without my teacher? And even bigger worries were troubling me. In
our township, there's only a junior high school, no senior high. For most, graduating from junior high is
the end of their education. Only a very few can pass the entrance exam for senior high school in the county town, and a few even manage to get into vocational schools in other
cities . Those are the students from wealthy families. This holiday, they're all diligently studying for
the entrance exams next summer. My grades were originally very good, and my teachers all encouraged me to study hard and
go to senior high school; maybe I could even get into university someday. Honestly, I don't want to go to university. My biggest
wish is to get into senior high school in the county town so I can be with my teachers. But I know
that's impossible. My family simply doesn't have the money for me to go to school in the county town. The cost
is huge ; for our family, that money is an unattainable dream. And my teacher
will be going back to the city after the next semester. Will I ever see him again? Will I ever be able to be with him again? I feel
so miserable. Why wasn't I born in the city? Then I could be with my teacher, and maybe even marry
him.
The Lunar New Year is usually the happiest time of the year for girls our age. We get new clothes
, and the village is bustling with activity. From the second day of the Lunar New Year until the fifteenth, opera troupes perform, turning the usually
quiet town into a vibrant hub of activity. Many vendors set up stalls, and people from the surrounding
countryside come to watch the festivities. It's their most carefree time of the year. In previous years, Chunmei and I would
go shopping with a few girlfriends. We'd run around happily, even though we didn't have much money,
just enough to buy small mirrors, hair clips, and other girly things. But we were all
happy . This year is different. Chunmei and the others have called me several times, but I haven't been able to go
. I just stay in the house, lost in thought. I wonder: Teacher, what are you doing right now? Are you thinking about me too? Do you know, I think about you
all the time , teacher. Why don't you come to see me? Scenes of being with you always float into
my mind. I so wish the holiday would end soon so I could see you again. My body has also undergone
significant changes. I don't know if I'm just naturally a slut, or if it's because you
always I think of you, I not only think about you as a person, but also about your penis that brings me immense pleasure. Thinking about it
makes me excited, my vagina starts to itch, and I become wet. Sometimes at night, lying in
bed thinking about you, I secretly touch my nipples, touch my genitals, and put my fingers inside my vagina,
closing my eyes and imagining it's your penis. This helps me calm down a little.
I endured this agonizing winter break like this, hastily finishing my homework. Tomorrow
is the start of school, and I'll see you again. My mood is slowly starting to improve.
That afternoon, I was tidying up the firewood in the yard when I heard someone calling me, "Yanzi." I turned around
and saw my teacher standing at my door, pushing his bicycle.
"Teacher!" I cried out, dropping the firewood and rushing towards him. I was so excited and surprised that
tears almost welled up in my eyes. I never expected my teacher to come back to my house.
My teacher quickly gave me a look, and I realized what he meant. I almost threw myself into his arms and hugged him.
I happily grabbed his arm, "Teacher, why did you come to my house?"
"I missed you," my teacher whispered.
My face immediately turned red. Ah, my teacher missed me too. My teacher said to me, "What, aren't you going to invite me in?"
I led my teacher into the yard and shouted towards the house, "Mom and Dad, our teacher is here!"
My parents quickly came out of the house to greet him. There weren't many educated people in our village, but we always
valued them highly. My parents felt very honored that our teacher was visiting. My parents invited
my teacher into the house. Dad sat down with the teacher and asked, "Teacher, what brings you to our house?"
The teacher replied, "School's about to start, and I wanted to check on the students, so I came to the village.
I've already visited a few houses, and I thought I'd stop by yours too."
I knew the teacher was lying; he had come specifically to see me.
Mom brought out some New Year's treats to entertain the teacher. Actually, we country folk don't have many fancy New Year's treats—just some
homemade snacks and roasted peanuts. "Is this a teacher from the city?" Mom asked.
"Yes," the teacher answered.
"Our Yanzi often talks about you, saying you're knowledgeable and teach well. They say it's all thanks to you teaching them, otherwise they would
n't have passed their exams," Mom praised the teacher.
"Oh, no, no, don't listen to Yanzi's nonsense. Yanzi is a good student, good at her studies, and sensible.
She'll definitely be successful in the future."
I stood there watching the teacher. My mother said to me, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up
and make tea for the teacher. You're a grown woman now, and you're still so inconsiderate." Then she said to the teacher, "Teacher, please don't mind .
Children from the countryside can't compare to those from the city."
The teacher quickly said, "Don't be so polite. Yanzi is very kind."
I went to make tea for the teacher and sat down next to my mother to listen to the teacher and my father chatting. The teacher
asked about my family and also told my father about some things that happened in the city. After chatting for a while, the teacher suddenly
seemed to remember something. "Oh, right, I almost forgot." After saying that, the teacher got up and went to the yard,
took a bundle from his bicycle, and came back in to hand it to my mother. "These are some of my wife's old clothes. She's
gotten too fat to wear them now, and it's a pity to throw them away. I thought Yanzi might be able to wear them, so I brought them. I don't know if you
'll mind."
My mother took the bundle and said, "Oh, it's already a blessing that you can come and sit with us. You even brought
something. We wouldn't mind at all. Thank you so much."
The teacher said, "Don't mention it. They're just old clothes. I'm almost embarrassed to bring them."
I was really happy. The teacher was thinking of me and even brought me clothes. I really wanted to open the bundle
and see .
The teacher chatted with my parents for a while longer, then stood up to say he had to go back to school. "No way! This is the teacher's
first time visiting our home, and it's the Lunar New Year. How can he leave without eating? He absolutely must eat!" My father
held the teacher's hand, not letting him leave, and my mother kept urging him on. I was even more eager for the teacher to stay
and eat before leaving, and I wouldn't let him go either. The teacher had no choice but to sit down again. "Then I'm sorry."
"What's there to be sorry about? You're Yanzi's teacher. It's already a great honor for you to come all this way.
A meal is nothing. You sit and talk to his dad, I'll go do something." My mother said to the teacher. Then she said to me,
"Yanzi, come on, go help Mom."
I said to the teacher, "Teacher, you sit here, I'll go help Mom." The teacher smiled and nodded at me
. Just then, my two younger brothers came back from playing outside. They were very happy to see our teacher at home and
politely greeted him.
My mother and I went to the kitchen. She quickly tidied up, while my brother and I caught a
plump . My brother killed it to cook. While cooking, my mother chatted with me:
"Look at your teacher, she's definitely from the city. She's so different from us. She's fair-skinned,
knowledgeable , refined, and polite. I hope you can marry a city man like her someday."
My face flushed instantly. I already felt guilty, and my mother was dragging me into talking about her teacher.
Sensitively, I said, "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? Her teacher is already married."
"You silly girl, I never said you should marry your teacher," my mother said with a laugh. Afraid
of letting didn't dare say another word. I listened to my mother's endless chatter. Hearing
her praise my teacher made my heart feel sweet.
The meal was quickly prepared, and the table was laden with food—more lavish than even our New Year's Eve dinner. There
was chicken, cured fish and meat, scrambled eggs, and other dishes. My parents treated the
teacher , bringing out all the best food they had at home. My father even brought out his best wine, which he usually wouldn't drink
, to drink with the teacher. The teacher was very easygoing, drinking and eating while chatting with our family, making us
all very happy. Seeing how my parents treated the teacher, I was truly grateful to them.
After the meal, the teacher talked with my parents for a while longer. When the teacher said it was time to leave, my parents
kept trying to persuade the teacher to stay a little longer. Seeing that the sun was already setting, I said to my parents, "Let
the teacher go; it will be difficult to walk on the road later in the dark." Actually, I wanted to go outside and talk with the teacher.
Hearing my explanation, my parents didn't insist I stay. The whole family saw the teacher to the gate. My father
said to me, "Yanzi, go see your teacher off."
I was overjoyed to hear this, so I walked with the teacher. My mother was still behind us, saying, "Teacher,
come visit us often when you have time." "Okay," the teacher replied, turning around. I walked with him out of the village. There were still people
in the village and on the road, so my teacher and I didn't dare get too close or say too much. We just followed him.
Not far from our village, there was a bamboo grove. The teacher looked around and, seeing no one was paying attention, gave me
a wink and walked into the bamboo grove. I followed him deep into the grove before stopping.
The teacher hugged me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me and touched my body.
I was overjoyed. The hard times were finally over, and now I was back in my teacher's arms. The teacher kissed
me for a long time before stopping, his hand still touching my chest. It was the dead of winter, and I was wearing a cotton coat, so it didn't feel right for
him to touch me. He unbuttoned two buttons on my shirt and reached inside to touch me. His hand was icy
cold, making my nipples tingle. Gradually, his hand warmed up, making me feel comfortable.
"Teacher, why didn't you come to see me during the whole holiday?" I looked up at him.
"Silly girl, I wanted to come see you too, but you don't know how busy I was.
I was constantly on the go during the holiday, visiting relatives and friends, and my family and friends kept coming over. I was exhausted all day long and
simply couldn't find the time to see you." He kissed me again and said, "My little darling, are you angry with me?"
I leaned my head against his chest and said, "I'm not angry with you, I just missed you, so much."
The teacher said mischievously, "Oh? Let me see if you've thought about it." He then pulled his hand out and moved it from
inside his pants, down my stomach, to my crotch.
My face flushed. He had been kissing and touching me, and I was already soaking wet down there. His fingers
were dripping wet. "Wow, you really missed me that much? You're all wet down there," he said. I felt both ashamed and
embarrassed by his words, and just kept burying my head in his chest.
His hands didn't stop, continuing to touch me. I felt both excited and uncomfortable from his touch, my body went weak, and
I could only lean my whole body against him, closing my eyes and moaning softly.
After a while, seeing that I was getting aroused, the teacher pulled his hand away, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my cotton pants
down to my thighs. He told me to turn around, hold onto two bamboo poles, and stand there with my buttocks sticking out. It was the dead
of winter , and my warm buttocks felt extremely cold being exposed, but I hadn't been intimate with my teacher for a month.
It was hot, and I really wanted it, so I had to hold back. The teacher unbuckled his belt, took out his penis, and inserted it into my vagina from behind
.
He thrust in and out, and I was incredibly excited, but I didn't dare to scream. This place wasn't like the bamboo forest on the mountain; it was
far from people, and I was afraid of being heard. So I bit my lip tightly and hummed through my nose. I lowered my body
very low so that my buttocks would stick up higher. I swayed my buttocks to welcome the teacher's thrusts, which made it feel even
better. The two bamboo sticks I was holding swayed back and forth with our movements, making a soft
"swish" sound among the bamboo leaves. I didn't know if anyone would see us.
We did this for more than ten minutes, and I reached my climax. The teacher also reached his climax at the same time. He knew that I
was about to have my period in the next few days, so he ejaculated a stream of hot semen into my vagina. We fastened our pants, and the teacher
hugged and kissed me again. We talked for a while until it got dark, then we walked out of
the bamboo grove together. I said to the teacher with concern, "Teacher, be careful on the road."
"Don't worry, you should go home quickly too. Be careful what you say, don't arouse your parents' suspicion."
"I'll handle it." The teacher got on his bike and rode away. I didn't get home until I could no longer see him.
It was almost dark when my father sat in the house. "Why did you take so long to see the teacher off? Did you
take him all the way to school?"
"No, I just saw him off to the village entrance. On the way back, I ran into Yingzi, and we talked."
I lied to my father.
"Oh, I thought you died out there and wouldn't come back." My father muttered. I ignored him and turned to go
into my room.
My mother was in my room, looking through the clothes the teacher had brought me on my bed. I went over and sat
opposite my mother to see what clothes the teacher had brought me. The teacher gave me quite a lot of clothes; it was a big bag.
There were two floral shirts, a coat, a pair of pants, two dresses, a floral skirt, a red
sweater and a pair of woolen pants. Although they were all old clothes, they were all clean, and the fabric and patterns were very beautiful.
In our village, I had only ever seen such clothes on the daughters and wives of wealthy families. I had
always wearing clothes like these, and now the teacher had given them to me. Even though they were old clothes,
I was still very grateful to the teacher. I felt that the fact that he remembered me and thought of me showed that he loved me very much.
My mother was looking through the clothes and said, "Look at how rich city people are.
They don't even want such nice clothes and give them away. It's such a waste."
"Mom, what are you saying? They gave them to you for free, and you still complain," I complained to my mother.
My mother said, "You silly girl, I didn't mean your teacher. Your teacher is a kind person, still thinking of
us country folk. You must listen to your teacher, study hard, and repay your teacher."
I replied, "I know."
My mother continued, "Sigh, I wish I could find you a family from the city in the future."
I blushed. "Mom, you're talking nonsense again. I won't marry anyone. I'll stay home and take care of you."
"Silly girl, what kind of daughter doesn't get married when she's grown up? When the time comes, even if your mother doesn't let you marry, you'll cry
and beg to get married. Don't say such silly things now." My mother laughed as she said this to me.
I wanted to try on these clothes, so I took off my cumbersome cotton-padded clothes and put on the floral shirt,
sweater, and long trousers. I put on those trousers, and the clothes actually fit me very well. I jumped out of bed and stood on the floor
, looking myself up and down. I felt much lighter, especially in that red sweater, which hugged my body tightly and
showed off my beautiful figure. I loved it! I turned around and asked my mother, "Does it look good?"
My mother probably hadn't expected her daughter to be so beautiful. She stared at me for a moment before saying, "
It looks good . Clothes really do make the man. Our Yanzi looks just as good as any city girl in this outfit."
"Then I'll wear it to school tomorrow?" I asked, following my mother's lead. "Look at you, getting all excited
. Look around the village, which girl wears clothes like this? People will laugh at you if you go out like that. Take it off and put it
away. You can wear it when you get married."
I went over and hugged my mother's neck, acting all cute. "Nobody in the village wears it, but people in the township do. If I leave it any longer, I won't be able to wear it
next year , and then you'll just have to give it away again. Please, Mom, let me wear it!"
My mother, unable to resist my pleading, finally said, "Whatever. It's yours anyway, wear it if you want."
I was so happy that I hugged my mother and kissed her on the cheek.
"This child, so frivolous," my mother said, pleased with myself. "Go, let your father see it,"
I said happily as I went to the outer room, and my mother followed me out. Dad sat there smoking. "Dad, look,
these are clothes our teacher gave us. Do you think they look good?"
My two younger brothers looked at me and said, "Wow, our sister looks like a city girl."
Dad also said, "They look good, they look good. Go and put them away, you can wear them when you're older."
I said, "I won't be able to wear them when I'm older, I want to wear them now."
Mom chimed in, "If our daughter likes them, let her wear them. It's a gift from her teacher, let her see it.
If she can't wear them, she'll just have to give them away anyway."
Dad said to Mom, "You, you've spoiled the kids. If she dresses like this, won't people
gossip?"
"Let them talk, what's there to say about what she wears? Who doesn't want to dress nicely?"
Dad didn't say anything more, which was considered tacit agreement.
I went back to my room, ignoring the cold weather, and tried on all the clothes the teacher gave me. Those
two dresses were really beautiful. I twirled around on the bed, looking at the dresses on, my heart filled with joy. When
summer comes, I must wear them to show the teacher, I'm sure she'll like them. When I went to sleep, I wore
the clothes my teacher had given me. The clothes clung to my body, and I imagined it was my teacher clinging to me. These were clothes my teacher's wife
had worn , and now, wearing them, I felt like my teacher's wife.
The next day, I dressed myself up nicely and went to school in the clothes my teacher had given me. Walking
along the village road, everyone stared at me, but I didn't feel embarrassed; instead, I felt very proud. I
waited for Chunmei at the crossroads leading to her village.
When Chunmei arrived, she looked at me in surprise and said, "Where did you get such beautiful clothes? Were they a betrothal
gift ?"
I quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense, these are old clothes my teacher gave me."
"Then why didn't your teacher give them to me?" Chunmei asked, a little envious.
"When you grow taller, the teacher will give you clothes too." Chunmei was a year younger than me and shorter.
Chunmei grinned mischievously and said, "Does the teacher have a crush on you?" Then she giggled and ran off. "You silly
Chunmei, what nonsense are you talking about?" I chased after her, blushing, but secretly delighted.
At school, my classmates looked at me curiously. During class, I noticed that the teacher was unusually attentive,
glancing at me a few more times. After class, everyone knew that my clothes were a gift from the teacher, and the girls
were very envious. People in our area are very innocent, and no one thought of anything in that direction. Besides, the teacher was very
considerate; he also gave some of his old clothes to two tall boys in our class, who
wore , which made everyone even more silent.
For the entire semester, I still used the same old methods to secretly meet with the teacher. Sometimes I would lie to my mother
and say was doing homework at Chunmei's house, and then spend the night with the teacher in her little room. As the weather grew warmer, I would
sometimes sneak off with my teacher to the bamboo forest in the mountains for a tryst. If I got home late, I'd say
I was washing clothes for the teacher at school, and my parents wouldn't question it. We secretly kept our relationship a secret, careful and discreet,
and surprisingly, no one noticed.
Sometimes, the teacher was quite "naughty."
Once time, and I just wanted to talk to him. He held me on his lap, kissed me, touched me, and talked to me. He even
pulled my hand to his penis. When I touched it, I noticed it was already swollen like an
iron rod, and it was warm. The teacher whispered in my ear, "I feel so uncomfortable."
"What should we do?" I asked anxiously. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, but I was menstruating, and I
didn't know what to do. I couldn't just do this; it was too dirty.
The teacher pretended to be distressed and said, "You have to help me get it out, or it will explode."
I knew he was joking, but the teacher wanted it, and I didn't know how to resolve it.
The teacher told me, "If you use your mouth, it will come out."
"How do I use my mouth?" I didn't understand, but as long as the teacher was comfortable, I was willing to do whatever he asked.
The teacher put me down, spread my legs, and made me kneel in front of him. He unzipped his pants, took out his penis, and pressed
my head so my face was facing it. "Put it in your mouth and slowly work it out, and it will come out."
I grabbed the teacher's penis with my hand. Wow! It was so hard, the head was shiny, and the veins were throbbing. If only I didn't have
my period, I could really enjoy it. The teacher's penis had a slightly fishy smell, but I didn't find
it disgusting at all; instead, I thought it was so cute. I didn't know how to use my mouth. I did as the teacher said, opened my mouth
, and put it in. The teacher's penis was so big, it filled my small mouth completely. I just held it there, not knowing what to do
next .
The teacher held my head down with his hand, pushing it in and out of my mouth repeatedly. His penis was
moving in and out of my mouth. He told me, "If you do it like this, I'll feel very comfortable."
The teacher released my head, and I followed his instructions, tightly enveloping his penis in my mouth and
stroking it repeatedly. The teacher then told me to suck while stroking, and to
lick his penis with my tongue. He also told me to hold his penis with my hand and stroke it with my hand while stroking it.
I quickly learned how to do it, and I stroked it with my hand while simultaneously sucking, licking, and stroking
it. The teacher sat there enjoying himself, occasionally making "ooh"
sounds happy that he was comfortable, so I focused even more intently on stroking it with
my mouth.
Perhaps it was because the teacher's penis had given me many pleasures before, but I liked it from the bottom of my heart and thought it was
so cute. Stroking it with my mouth made me feel even closer to it.
The teacher said to go deeper, so I tried to take it in as much as possible. The head of his penis was almost up to my throat.
He even pushed against me once, which almost made me nauseous.
While I was doing this, I would occasionally look up at him with my alluring eyes. He
looked down at me and stroked my head.
As he continued, his penis started to throb. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I instinctively
spat it out. He didn't let me leave. He held my chin with one hand, making my mouth look like
an "O," and quickly stroked his penis a few times with his other hand. Streams of semen gushed out
, most of it going into my mouth, and some spraying onto my face. One of my eyes was
blurred. The teacher's semen was white, sticky, a bit like paste, and had a fishy smell.
The teacher used his fingers to scrape the semen off my face and put it into my mouth. "Swallow it quickly, it's a high-grade
nutrient ."
I didn't know if the teacher was being mischievous or genuine, but I obeyed everything he said and obediently
swallowed the mouthful of semen. The teacher then made me lick it clean, and I obediently
licked his penis clean from top to bottom. His penis gradually softened.
The teacher put his penis back in his pants, got up, fastened his belt, went to wash a towel,
carefully wiped my face clean, then pulled me up and made me sit on his lap. He kissed me on the lips
and said, "Is it good?"
I smiled mischievously and said, "Try it yourself." I kissed his lips and put my tongue into his mouth.
He played with my tongue, and we kissed...
Ever since that time, whenever the teacher did it to me, he would make me suck his penis for a while first. When
I had my period, he would simply ejaculate into my mouth and make me swallow it.
As the weather gradually warmed up, I put on the skirt my teacher gave me. This way, when he hugged me, he could easily
touch my thighs, my buttocks, and my private parts.
I also took the opportunity to tell my teacher about my troubles, saying that I liked him and wanted to be with him forever. He
told me not to worry and that he would try to find me a job in the city after I graduated, so we could
be together . I trusted him and put this problem that had been troubling me out of my mind, happily
continuing this wonderful period of my life.
I don't know if it was because I was growing or because of my teacher, but my body and mind changed a lot this year
, and I matured a lot. My body became fuller and fuller, my skin became whiter and smoother,
my buttocks became rounder, my waist became thinner, and especially my nipples became much larger. My classmates also praised me for becoming more and more...
I'm pretty, and my teacher often praises me, saying it's all his doing. He says it's because he filled my two little mouths with his
semen that they became like this, with my nipples standing tall and proud. It often makes me feel embarrassed in front of others,
but since he says he likes it, I don't care. He says it's all his doing, that he's the one who made them bigger. I
remember when I first started dating him, my nipples weren't very big. He said I should let men touch them, saying that
if men touched them often, they would grow bigger. Now he really has, and sometimes I worry about how big they'll grow
if .
Time flies, and good days always seem too short. Before I knew it, I graduated, my student life was over.
I did very well on my graduation exams, ranking among the top students. My teachers and classmates
were . I didn't feel too bad. With my teacher's promise, as long as I have the chance to be with him again,
I'll be content. But I'll have to be separated from him for a while, and I don't know how I'll get through that.
The night before my teacher left, I lied to my family again, saying I was going to Chunmei's house. That night, I
cried uncontrollably in my teacher's arms, saying I didn't want to leave him and that he should help me find a job in the city so we could
be together . My teacher covered my mouth to stop me from saying anything, and just kept going at it. That night,
he did it to me six times in total. It was as if he wanted to give me all the pleasure I would ever have in the future at once. He was going at it so hard, and
I don't remember how many times I reached orgasm. I just felt like I hadn't been awake all night. My mind was
blank, and my whole body felt like it was falling apart. It wasn't until almost dawn, when his penis could no longer get erect, that he finally stopped
.
I lay limply on the bed. I had so much to say to him, but I had no strength left.
The teacher held me and I slept for a while. When I slowly regained some strength, he told me to get up and go home. I burst
into tears, clinging to the teacher and saying I didn't want to go. The teacher kept coaxing me, "If you don't want to go, and
someone finds out, we won't be able to be together anymore. Get up and go home, sweetie. Listen to your teacher. I won't
forget you. Go home now."
He hugged me, kissing and coaxing me. Gradually, I was moved by his words and slowly stopped crying. I got dressed and
prepared to go home. As usual, the teacher got up to see me off. He gave me an envelope and told me to read it when I got home.
I said goodbye to the teacher reluctantly. The sky was just beginning to lighten. I walked home alone, feeling an indescribable
feeling in my heart. I knew I would be separated from my teacher for a while, and I felt empty inside.
It was already broad daylight, and there were people on the streets. I really wanted to open the envelope my teacher had given me to see what he
had written , but I listened to him; he told me to read it when I got home. I slowly returned home. My mother
was sweeping the yard. When she saw me come back, she scolded me, "You've already graduated, and you're
still . You're not allowed to go out anymore."
I was in a bad mood, so I ignored my mother. I went into my room and eagerly opened
the envelope my teacher had given me. Inside was money and a letter: "Yanzi, thank you for your love over the past year. Leaving you
is very . I feel I've made an unforgivable mistake. I shouldn't have taken your virginity. I know I
'll ruin you, but I love you. Every time I see you, I can't help but want to be with you. Now I have to leave.
Maybe if you're not by my side, I won't hurt you anymore. It's not that I don't love you; it's precisely because I love you so much that
I can't continue with you. You're a good girl, and I can't ruin your life's happiness. I will remember you and think of you in
my heart Let's be a pair of lovebirds."
Don't come to the city to look for me. If we continue like this, someone will find out eventually, and that will
ruin my reputation, make me lose my job, and break my family.
Yanzi, you are a good person and beautiful. You won't have to worry about finding a better man than me to love you in the future. I sincerely wish you
a lifetime of happiness. Keep this three hundred yuan; consider it a wedding gift for you.
I will cherish your feelings for me in my heart forever.
I was stunned after reading the teacher's letter. This, this, how could this be? The teacher doesn't want me anymore. Just last
night, he was still so devoted, saying he loved me and wanted to be with me forever. Was I dreaming all night?
I don't believe it's true. I have to ask the teacher. I was about to cry, but I forced back my tears, stuffed the letter
under , turned around, and rushed out of the house. I didn't care about my mother calling after me. I ran all the way to school,
stopping to catch my breath when I couldn't run anymore. I had to see the teacher. I absolutely had to see the teacher.
When I got to the school, the teacher's room was empty, and all her belongings were gone. I
saw the principal still in the yard, so I went to ask him. The principal said the teacher had already left; a jeep
from the township had taken her away. Without thinking, I ran out of the school and chased after her on the road leading to the county town. Teacher, where are you?
Even though you abandoned me for my own good, do you know how much I can't live without you? I ran with all my might, but finally
, I couldn't run anymore. There was no sign of the jeep ahead. I knew I could never catch up.
I don't know if I ran too fast or if my heart was breaking, but I felt my vision go black, my legs gave way, and
I collapsed on the road. Through my hazy vision, I could feel a kind woman helping me to the side of the road to sit down. She kept
asking, "Girl, girl, wake up, what's wrong?"
Slowly, I opened my eyes, and the thought of never seeing my teacher again made me burst into tears
. The kind woman patted my chest and said, "It's alright, it's alright, you're
finally awake. Whose daughter is this? What's wrong?"
I didn't answer her, I just kept crying.
Gradually, a crowd of onlookers gathered around me, asking, "Which village is she from?"
"She looks like she's from the city."
I stood up, tears streaming down my face, and staggered back home. I heard the kind
woman behind me say, "Young lady, be careful on the road."
I don't know how I got home. I didn't hear what my parents asked me; I just
went straight to my room, buried my head in the blankets, and cried my heart out. My mother followed me in. "Yanzi, what's wrong?
What happened? Yanzi, Yanzi, say something!" I didn't answer, just cried. I don't know
how long I cried, but finally, exhausted, I slowly fell asleep.
From that day on, for over ten days, I was seriously ill. I lay in bed every day, not wanting to eat or drink,
staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind filled with images of my teacher. My father brought in an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor from the village...
I couldn't pinpoint the problem; she just prescribed some medicine. She had no idea how medicine could cure my illness. My mother
sat beside me every day, tears streaming down her face, feeding me medicine and meals. "Yanzi, what happened to you? How
did you become like this? If anything were to happen to you, how could I live?"
I drifted through those ten days in a daze, losing a lot of weight. Slowly, my spirits
lifted , but the smile on my face vanished, and I rarely spoke. My dream of being with my teacher
was shattered; I felt life had no meaning anymore.
That day, my aunt learned I was sick and came all the way to see me. She sat in my room for a while before going out
to talk to my mother in the outer room. I heard my mother crying, saying, "Sister, what am I going to do? She was always
fine , how could she suddenly become like this? Yanzi is my precious daughter, I raised her with so much
care, how will I live if something happens to her?"
My aunt said, "Sister, don't cry. I think Yanzi's illness is probably lovesickness. Sigh, a girl
should be married by now. Once a man has captured her heart, she'll be cured."
Only my aunt was right about the root of my illness. Hearing my mother so sad, I thought of
how my whole family had been suffering these past few days: my mother stayed in my room with me all day, often crying there, feeding me medicine and meals.
My father hadn't even done his work these past few days, sitting at home sighing, often coming in to look at me lovingly for a long time
, stroking my head. My two sensible younger brothers would often catch little birds from outside to cheer me up, and they would bring me
any treats they had, calling "Sister, Sister" incessantly. Suddenly
, I understood that besides my teacher, I also had family. Although my teacher's place in my heart was irreplaceable by my family
, and I didn't want to live without her, I knew how much pain my death would bring to my loved ones.
They loved me so much, and I couldn't let them down. As for my teacher, even though I
couldn't , as long as he remembered me, thought of me, and knew that a girl from the countryside still loved him
, that was enough.
Having figured all this out, I felt much more cheerful, my spirits lifted, and my illness improved.
I felt like I had grown up a lot, become much more sensible. After I recovered, I no longer ran around
outside . I diligently helped my mother with chores at home every day, but the smile on my face and the singing from my lips were gone.
About ten days later, Granny Wang from the village came to our house. This woman was in her forties and ran
a . She was a silver-tongued matchmaker, well-known in the area. She
talked to my parents for a long time in the room, glancing at me every now and then. I knew without a doubt that she was there to arrange a marriage for me.
Sure enough, that evening, my mother came into my room and said that Granny Wang had come to arrange a marriage for me that day.
I asked my mother, "Who is it?"
My mother told me, "It's the township head's son."
I immediately burst into tears. I knew the township head's son; he had polio, was lame in one leg,
and was a little mentally challenged. How could I marry someone like that? "No, Mom, I don't want to marry him, I don't want to marry him!"
My mother sighed and said, "Mom knows you have someone in your heart, but he's already married.
How can we country folk possibly be matched with city people?"
It turned out my mother knew who I was thinking about. When she mentioned my teacher, it made me even more heartbroken. I suddenly
threw myself into my mother's arms and cried loudly. I wanted to cry out all my grievances. My mother held
my head and gently stroked my hair lovingly, letting me cry my heart out in her arms.
All the grievances I had kept inside for days were released at once. I cried my heart out, and it took me a long time to stop,
sobbing in my mother's arms.
My mother stroked my head and said, "Child, I don't want you to suffer like this. He does have some flaws,
but the township head's family is the richest in our village. After you marry him, you'll never have to live a hard life again. I
just want you to have a good life. He also said he'd give our family ten thousand yuan as a dowry. With that money, we can help your younger brother get married
in the future ."
"I will never marry him! I'd rather die than marry him!" I said, tears streaming down my face.
My mother tried to persuade me for a long time, but no matter what she said, I just cried and refused. My mother had no
choice to sigh and leave.
I secretly cried all night. What should I do?
The next morning, I left home alone. My mother asked me where I was going, and I said I was going for a walk. My mother
probably wanted me to clear my head, so she let me go. I slowly walked to the bamboo forest on the mountain,
to the open space where my teacher had taken me before. I sat down, looking in the direction of the county town.
The grass is still as green as ever, the wildflowers still smell as sweet as ever, and the birds still chirp merrily as they fly to and fro.
The scenery is still as beautiful as ever, but the people here are different. Before, I always came
here with my teacher, but this time I'm all alone. This place holds so many memories for me; it's so wonderful. When I was troubled and helpless
, I would come here, and I felt as if I could tell my teacher my innermost thoughts, as if my teacher
was watching me from somewhere in the bamboo grove. I looked at someone ahead and murmured to myself, "Teacher,
where Look at what your little swallow has become. Teacher, how cruel you are! You
've stopped caring about me for my happiness, but do you know that my greatest happiness in this life was being with you? Without you, my
soul is dead. I can't let go, I still miss you so much. Your image is etched in my heart, I
can't erase it no matter what I do. Teacher, do you know how hard it is for me without you? Teacher, what are you doing now? Are you
thinking about your little swallow too? Didn't you wish me a lifetime of happiness in the letter you left me? But
now my family is forcing me to marry the village head's son, who is a cripple..." " Teacher, please tell me whether I should marry him or not. If you
tell me to marry him, I'll listen to you. Teacher, can you hear me?"
A gust of wind blew by, and the bamboo grove rustled. I seemed to hear my teacher speaking: "Swallow,
my dear swallow, I miss you too. For your happiness, you can't marry him, you can't marry him, you
can't marry him..."
I murmured, "Teacher, thank you for still thinking of me. You truly understand my heart. I'll listen to you, I
will never marry him."
For the entire morning, I sat there silently talking to my teacher. She was right beside me,
but I couldn't reach her or see her. Gradually, my heart felt much lighter.
Back home, whenever my parents brought up the township head's son again, I firmly objected, and they couldn't do anything about it.
Three days later, one afternoon, a jeep pulled up in front of our house. It was the township head. He brought
gifts and his limping son to formally arrange a blind date. My parents were extremely nervous as
they welcomed the township head into their home. The township head sat there, speaking in a very official tone, asking my parents how their delivery went, how their New Year was
, and what difficulties they were facing. He said they should bring up any problems they had and he would help them solve them, acting like an emperor. My father answered the township head's questions
respectfully , while my mother warmly entertained the township head and his son.
They chatted there for a while, and I overheard the village head saying from inside the house, "Wang Po has already spoken about the children's affairs,
right? I brought my son here today so you can meet him and let the two children meet. They'll be in-laws from now on
, so they can visit each other more often. Where's Yanzi?"
My parents knew I would never agree, so they covered for me, saying, "A girl like me is shy and embarrassed to come out."
The village head laughed and said, "We're all family now, what's there to be shy about?"
I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran out of the house and yelled at the village head, "Who says we're family? Forget
about it, I will never marry your son!"
My parents didn't expect me to come out. My father hurriedly said, "Yanzi, why are you running around when adults are talking? That's not
proper ."
My mother rushed over and grabbed my arm, pulling me back into the house.
Dad hurriedly apologized to the township head, "Township head, please don't take offense, our child is just being unreasonable."
The township head smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright, it's just a young lady being temperamental, she'll be fine after marriage."
I thought this wasn't over yet, and I suddenly flew into a rage. I turned around, pushed Mom aside, rushed to the table,
grabbed the gifts the township head had brought, and threw them out the door. I yelled at the township head, "Roll them away! Roll them away! I
'd rather die than marry your son! Roll them away! Roll them away!"
My actions stunned everyone. The township head's mouth hung open, his face turning ashen. He had probably
never been so humiliated. Only his foolish son was still grinning at me. At
this point, the township head couldn't sit still any longer. He got up, pulled his son, and walked towards the door, still picking up the gifts in the yard
. Dad and Mom followed behind, apologizing profusely, but the township head ignored them and got into his car and drove away.
I turned and went into my house, tears still streaming down my face. My father picked up a stick from the yard; he was furious too.
He yelled at me, "You beast! You dare to curse even the township head! I'll beat you to death!" He raised
the stick to hit me.
My mother suddenly grabbed my father from behind, clinging desperately. "Dad, Dad, you can't hit the child! You can't
hit the child!" My mother lowered her head, and my father, tears still streaming down his face, said, "If you're going to hit me, just kill me too."
"Sigh," my father sighed, put down the stick, and went out with his head down.
My mother came over and tried to comfort me: "Child, don't blame your father. You just offended the township head; he's
someone we can't afford to offend. He'll make things difficult for us in the future."
I stopped crying and said to my mother, "I don't care. I just don't want to marry his son. Mom, you saw it
yourself. Can you and Dad really bear to marry me off to someone like that?"
"He may be a bit lacking, but his family is rich and powerful. You won't have to live a hard life anymore. You're a grown woman now
;
you should think about your family." "Mom, please stop pressuring me. I won't marry anyone in my life. If you keep pressuring me, I don't want to live anymore."
I said to my mother seriously; I meant it.
My mother stopped talking and silently left my room. She knew I wasn't just saying it out of anger or
joking .
That night, I overheard my parents talking in the outer room for a long time. I knew they were talking
about . I secretly stood behind the door, straining my ears to listen to what they were saying. Then they heard the mother advising the father:
"Dad, I think you should just let it go. Look at him, if Yanzi marries him, she'll suffer for the rest of her life. Our
Yanzi is so proud, and she absolutely refuses. That girl is stubborn; what if she does something foolish if we push her too far?"
The father slowly said, "Sigh, I don't want to push our child into a fire pit either. His son is lame, but
they're rich, and Yanzi won't have to suffer for the rest of her life. We're doing this for her own good."
The mother said, "But the child doesn't want to. She wants to find someone like her teacher."
"Where can we find someone like that in our village?"
I couldn't hear what Mom said to Dad after that, but I finally heard Dad say, "Oh well, let's just forget about it then.
You go tell Granny Wang tomorrow and ask her to cancel the engagement."
Mom said, "Canceling is easy, but this time we've offended the township head. Won't he make things difficult for us in the future?"
Dad got angry and slapped his thigh, "What the hell are we afraid of? We're just poor farmers, we earn our living by our strength.
What can he do to us?"
Mom said, "Then let's cancel it. Anyway, Yanzi is still young, there's no rush. I'll
ask around in the city later."
When I heard this, tears welled up in my eyes. I went back and lay in bed, my heart filled with gratitude for my parents
. Sure
enough, the township head didn't want to let me off the hook. Two days later, I heard from the villagers that the township head had said:
"If Yanzi doesn't marry my son, I'll see who dares to marry her in the future. I'll make sure she doesn't have a good life." "
I was a little worried, wondering what the township head would do. My father, however, said, 'What's there to be afraid of? This
isn't the old society anymore. He can't just come knocking on our door and kidnap me, can he?'
Even so, my parents were still worried that the township head might do something harmful to me, especially since it would happen on
his territory.
I was also very worried and didn't know what to do. I thought of my teacher. I considered going to the city to find him and ask him for
help, but in the letter he left me, he told me not to go to him anymore, saying that it would ruin him. I
couldn't suffer, so I gave up the idea. What should I do? I was very distressed. Just then, I thought
of Sister Qiaoling.
Sister Qiaoling married into our village from another county. She was more open-minded than the people here. She..." My husband works in Shenzhen
, while we stay home. Our two children are cared for by my mother-in-law. Two years ago, through a relative's introduction, I found a
job , and our family's life was better than most. She came back to visit home a while ago, and I heard she's leaving soon.
I went to see Sister Qiaoling and told her my situation. She was very angry after hearing it. I said I
had no other choice and asked her to take me to work. She agreed, saying she works in an electronics factory and they might
need more people. She also said that people in our village are too conservative; a lot of them would rather stay home and do nothing than go out to work.
She said I was the first person who wanted to leave home, and she was determined to help me.
I happily went home and told my parents I was going to work. They were both against it, so I reasoned with
them , saying that going to work would allow me to avoid the village head and also earn some money to
make ends meet and prevent others from looking down on me. My parents worried about what would happen if I, a young woman, couldn't find a job,
or if I encountered bad people. I reassured them, saying that Sister Qiaoling would take me and that she would
definitely help me find work. My parents were gradually persuaded. My mother, still worried, even went to ask Sister Qiaoling about it
.
When I was about to leave, my parents were heartbroken. The night before I left, the whole family stayed up. My mother packed my bags
with tears in and cooked many eggs for me to take on the road; my father repeatedly reminded me
to be careful in everything I did. My two younger brothers surrounded me. I held their hands and said, "You must
study hard so you can go to high school and university and make your parents proud. I'll earn money to support you.
Listen to your parents, okay?" "Sister, we'll remember. Write home often. We'll miss you," my brothers replied
sensibly . Just as dawn was breaking, my sister Qiaoling came to call me. Her husband pushed her bicycle to see me off. The whole family saw me off at the door luggage, but I told my parents to go back. My mother refused. So, my mother and brothers saw me off all the way to the village. As I was leaving, I suddenly hugged my mother and cried. My mother, trying to hold back her tears, comforted me and kept telling Qiaoling to take good care of me. Qiaoling and I got on a tractor to the county town. Even after the tractor had driven far away, I could still see my mother and two brothers standing there watching me. Tears welled up in my eyes. The dust kicked up by the tractor slowly obscured my vision, blurring . The tractor carried me towards the county town. Goodbye, my family; goodbye, my hometown. (Hairdresser, middle) Around noon, we arrived in the county town. Two years ago, my mother and I had visited here, and it hadn't changed much. I was wearing the dress my teacher had given me. Sister Qiaoling worked outside the town, so we weren't much different from the other people there. Arriving here, I naturally thought of my teacher. I was leaving, and I really wanted to see her, but Sister Qiaoling said there wasn't time; she had already bought bus tickets to Yueyang. Soon we boarded the bus. The bus bumped along all afternoon, and we didn't arrive in Yueyang until almost dark. Getting off, I finally understood what a big city : towering buildings everywhere, bustling crowds, and a constant flow of traffic. Neon lights shone in the night sky, and pleasant songs drifted from the shops. People's clothes were colorful and beautiful; compared to them, I realized I was a complete country bumpkin. I followed Sister Qiaoling, both scared and curious, as we walked and looked around until we reached the train station square. It was crowded. We found an open space to put our luggage down, and she told me to stay there while she went to buy tickets. I was all alone there, feeling really scared. Looking around, I saw other people like us, sitting in groups of three or five, seemingly also migrant workers. Sister Qiaoling didn't return for a long time; she said her bus was at 11 pm . We sat there, taking out the food we'd brought from home, eating while waiting for the bus. A raggedly dressed person came to beg for food. I kindly gave her two eggs, but Sister Qiaoling told me to ignore him, saying those people were all scammers. I felt sorry for them. After we finished eating, Sister Qiaoling spent two cents on a cup of hot water. It was the first time I'd ever heard of paying for hot water outside. Sister Qiaoling said it wasn't strange ; she said even using the toilet in the city costs money. It was time to board the train. It was the first time I'd ever seen such a scene—a huge crowd queuing and squeezing towards the ticket gate. After getting our tickets checked, Sister Qiaoling led me, running frantically towards the train. Everyone around us was also pushing and shoving. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a train in person, and it seemed incredibly long, stretching as far as the eye could see. Sister Qiaoling and I then desperately squeezed onto the train, her voice urging me to be careful with my belongings. My face flushed even more, and I slowly nodded. Perhaps my shy demeanor pleased him; he kissed me on the cheek, gently touching my thighs, pinching my buttocks, and lingering on my breasts before setting me down. He then asked me to wash his hair. After the hairdresser finished, I led him upstairs to my room. I had planned to give him a massage, but as soon as he entered , he pulled me down onto the bed. He kissed me as he undressed me, his movements so gentle, reminding me of my teacher , making this difficult first time a little easier. The soft red light from above filled the room, making me feel like I was in a dream. I closed my eyes and let him kiss my face and body. He teased , making me unconsciously stick my tongue into his mouth as well. His hands gently caressed my breasts, pinching and squeezing them, twisting my nipples with two fingers, and gently circling my breasts with his fingers , making me feel very itchy. I started to get excited, and I felt like it was my teacher doing this to me. I hadn't been with him for over a month, and his teasing aroused a strong desire in me. I reached out and hugged his neck, responding to him passionately. He then put his head on my breasts, while moving his hands from my breasts to between my legs. I naturally opened my legs, letting him touch my genitals. He kissed and licked my breasts with his mouth and tongue, specifically teasing my nipples with his tongue. At the same time, his hands also touched my pubic hair, my vulva, and the inside of my thighs. He made me feel itchy all over, and I slowly became excited. My body began to twist , and I couldn't help but let out soft moans of "Mmm... Mmm..." He climbed between my legs, specifically teasing my genitals. He used one hand to part my vulva, while the other hand teased inside, slowly rubbing my vulva and clitoris with a finger. The rubbing made me feel both itchy and comfortable, and I started to get wet. To my utter surprise, he started kissing my genitals. He used both hands to part my vulva and then kissed and licked it with his tongue. My teacher had never kissed me there before; it was the first time someone had ever done it to me with their mouth. It felt novel and unprecedented. I could feel his warm licking there, making me incredibly itchy, especially when it teased my clitoris.

With each lick, it felt like an electric current coursing through my body, making me tremble. My
moans grew louder. After a while, he stopped and started inserting a finger into my
vagina . He made me very wet, so his finger
made a "sizzling" sound as it went in and out. I involuntarily raised my buttocks higher and higher.
He stopped after a while, and seeing how excited I was, he quickly took off his
clothes knelt between my legs, and inserted his penis into my vagina.
"Oh..." I cried out. After being teased by him for so long, I couldn't hold back my desire any longer. His
penis felt so good inside me. He started thrusting in and out of my vagina, his hands kneading and squeezing my
breasts. My mind went blank, and somehow I started to think of him as my teacher.
"Mmm...mmm...oh...oh...teacher...teacher...mmm...mmm..."
I moaned ecstatically.
"Oh? You call me teacher, then let teacher teach you properly," said the man on top of me.
Hearing his voice, I opened my eyes, only then realizing that this person wasn't my teacher, but another
man. My blissful mood instantly turned cold, but unfortunately, I only regained my senses for a moment,
because I was quickly captivated by him again and started moaning ecstatically again.
This man was very skilled. He didn't just keep thrusting; he varied his pace, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes
gentle, sometimes forceful, hitting my most sensitive spots with every stroke. He enjoyed watching me become aroused, pausing occasionally to make
me beg him before he would continue. He had teased me for so long, and with his skill, I quickly
reached orgasm, my whole body trembling. But he didn't give me a chance to catch my breath, starting a new round of teasing.
He fondled my breasts with both hands, then lowered himself to lick my earlobes and neck with his tongue. He pressed his penis against my vulva,
slowly rubbing and rotating it. Soon, I was aroused again, involuntarily thrusting
my hips, begging him to hurry up and do it to me.
He pulled out his penis and made me kneel and crawl. He started to fuck me from behind, grabbing my waist and
moving at varying speeds, making me feel both uncomfortable and pleasurable. I couldn't help but sway my hips and moan. He
gently rubbed his penis against my vagina a few times, and when I felt a little uncomfortable, he would thrust in hard
, giving me a sudden burst of pleasure. Just that one thrust sent an electric shock through my body, and I couldn't help but let
out a long "Oh..." He continued like this, and my pleasure grew stronger and
stronger. I wanted him to fuck me faster and harder.
"Oh...oh...faster...faster..." I begged him, and he indeed sped up, thrusting into
me hard. After a while, I had another orgasm. He didn't want to play anymore and ejaculated inside me.
I collapsed onto the bed, panting, enjoying the slowly fading pleasure. I opened my eyes to look at him
, hoping he would hug me again, but he didn't.
He took some toilet paper from the bedside table to wipe his penis clean, put on his clothes,
took something out of his clothes and inserted it into my vagina before leaving.
I slowly came to my senses from the pleasure. I sat up and felt something still inside my vagina.
I reached in and pulled it out; it was money, covered in sticky fluid. I wiped it clean with toilet paper and
unfolded it. There were three hundred-yuan bills. How could I have three hundred yuan in such a short time?
Even though Sister Yin said she earned eight hundred yuan a day, I still didn't expect to have so much money all at once.
Holding the money the customer gave me for the first time, I didn't know whether to feel sad or happy. I, like Sister Yin,
stuffed under my pillow.
I originally thought that doing this kind of thing with a man other than my teacher wouldn't feel anything; I thought it would be a
painful experience because I had no feelings for him. But who knew that being with this man today would be
so exciting, so exhilarating, without any pain? Is it
like this with any man?
I felt something leaking from my genitals; I knew it was the man's semen. I grabbed
a roll of toilet paper, wiped myself clean, and got dressed. Sister Yin and the others were there.
Like someone who lowered my head and slowly walked over to sit next to Sister Yin.
The flush on my face from the intense excitement hadn't faded. Sister Yin asked me with concern, "He didn't do anything inappropriate, did he?"
I shook my head shyly.
She then quietly asked, "How much did he give you?"
I quietly and honestly told her, "Three hundred."
Sister Yin laughed and said, "I told you you were good. We only get two hundred each time, but he gave you three hundred.
You're better than me." Then, as if remembering something, she lifted my skirt and looked into my crotch,
asking, "Did he get it inside?" I looked down; my crotch was already slightly wet, and
the man 's semen had seeped out again.
Why was she even asking that? She didn't know how embarrassed I was, but seeing her serious expression, I could only
nod.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?" She stood up and pulled me upstairs, saying as she ran, "How could you
be so stupid? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant or getting sick?" Only then did I realize what she meant. Before, when I
was , she was always the one who worried about me; I never cared. I must have been out of my mind just now. How could I not have thought of
this? If he gets pregnant inside me, won't I be? I started to panic.
Sister Yin pulled me into the bathroom and told me to take off my clothes and wash quickly. I did as she said, feeling
terrified, and forgetting all shame, I took off my clothes. Sister Ayin told me to squat down and use the showerhead to
spray water on my genitals. She told me to insert my fingers inside and clean out all the filth. I did as she said.
Sister Ayin said, "From now on, you must always make sure men wear condoms. Some men have STDs.
If you let them do this, you'll get infected very quickly, and your genitals will rot. How will you survive then? If you get
AIDS, you won't even be able to save your life." I was terrified when I heard her say that, and I quickly washed myself vigorously. Sister Ayin
went out brought back a bottle, saying, "Okay, okay, here, squeeze this medicine inside."
The bottle had a long tube at the top. I inserted it into my vagina and squeezed it. I immediately felt a
tingling sensation inside. Sister Ayin said it was done. I got up, dried myself, and put on my clothes. Sister Ayin put the underwear down...
She threw her hand into the trash can, saying she couldn't wear it anymore.
I went back to my room naked, grabbed a pair of underwear, and put them on. Sister Yin brought me a box of condoms.
Seeing I was still shaken, she smiled and said, "It's okay, you were so scared. It wasn't that scary.
Just be careful in the future, and you'll be fine. Actually, men like to use condoms too; they're afraid you might have a disease. Some men insist on not using them
, but that's okay too. Just wash up quickly afterward, and then use this medicine, and you'll be fine. Keep this bottle;
I have more." Hearing her say that, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. When I was with my teacher, none of
this happened. I never imagined there were so many intricacies involved. I should ask Sister Yin more questions in the future.
I put away the things Sister Yin gave me and went downstairs with her to sit with the other girls.
After dinner, more and more customers came. That night, three more customers wanted me. They were very
obedient and let me put condoms on them. The condoms Sister Yin gave me were different from the ones my teacher used to use;
they were thinner, in various colors like red and blue, and covered in small barbs. They felt very comfortable rubbing against pressure points inside. It was almost 2 a.m.
when the last customer finally left. By then, I had a thousand yuan. I
took a shower, and Sister Yin came to sleep with me. She said she had only had two customers that day. She asked me
how much I had earned, and I told her. She laughed and said, "See? I didn't lie to you. You're so pretty, lots of people
must like you." I took out the thousand yuan to return it to her, but she said not to rush, to wait until next month.
She told me to keep it, saying I had just made money and should enjoy the pleasures of having it for a few more days.
She smiled mischievously and asked, "Was it great? We were all listening at the door, hearing you moan so
comfortably ."

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