[Youth Campus] Shi Yue

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Teachers are those who impart knowledge, instruct in skills, and resolve doubts. They transmit knowledge and civilization, playing a vital role in the progress and development of human society. Today, people have increasingly more ways to learn, but undoubtedly, teachers remain the primary transmitters of knowledge, a crucial, and sometimes the only, avenue for acquiring knowledge.

The nation highly values teachers, elevating them to the lofty title of "engineers of the human soul." However, materially, teachers remain at the bottom of society and their situation has not improved.

But teachers are also human beings; they need to survive, they have family and friends, and they experience emotions and desires. We don't need to sanctify the teaching profession, because teaching is just a job, no different from any other. Let's get closer to teachers and experience their inner world.

I remember in my second year of junior high school, on the first day of the new semester, during the first period of Chinese class, the classroom door opened.

A young female teacher entered. She wasn't tall, even a bit short, wearing black high heels, probably around 155 cm. Her clothes were simple: dark-colored leggings that accentuated her slender legs, and a beige blouse that revealed her full breasts, partially hidden by a blue vest. She had short, neat hair.

Her pretty, doll-like face was smooth, with delicate, flawless skin; she looked about eighteen or nineteen, incredibly cute.

"My surname is Chen. I just graduated this year. The school assigned me to be our class's homeroom teacher and teach our Chinese class." Her voice was melodious, soft, and sweet, very soothing to listen to.

For a moment, the classroom fell silent. The usual noisy atmosphere was gone. I think everyone, like me, was stunned by Teacher Chen's beauty.

It makes sense, though; in this rural school, usually it was just old men and women, one of them fierce and quick to scold you for even the smallest mistake.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Our class wasn't good at academics, but we were incredibly united, nicknamed the "Cave of Ten Thousand Demons." At the time, the TV series "Investiture of the Gods" was very popular, so our class had its own Shen Gongbao, Su Daji, King Zhou, and so on.

With our united efforts, we thwarted the school's numerous attacks on us. One homeroom teacher after another came along, but it was no use; they couldn't handle us.

Whenever a new homeroom teacher came, we'd give them a hard time, presenting them with some difficult problems to test their strength.

This beautiful homeroom teacher was no exception. "Teacher, did you not bribe the principal to get you to teach our class? We're famous throughout the school!" "Oh, really? I know the more mischievous the kids, the smarter they are. Are all the kids in our class highly intelligent?" It was the first time someone had called us smart. It sounded good, and the voice left no room for argument.

"I believe that if our class uses its intelligence in its studies, we will become an outstanding class in the whole school, even the whole county. Do you all have confidence?" "Yes!"

Then, the beautiful teacher gave us a detailed analysis of our class's situation, the problems we faced, and the solutions.

We also actively offered suggestions to her, and gradually the class got on the right track. Our class eventually became an outstanding class in the whole county.

Out of more than 40 students, more than 30 were admitted to the county's top high school, making it a sensational news story.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. I have become a somewhat well-known construction contractor. That day, according to an agreement, I went to a county high school to inspect building construction. As

I entered the school, the bell rang.

A petite woman walked out of the classroom, wearing high heels, with short hair. Her figure was so familiar—it was the beautiful teacher I had been dreaming of!

"Teacher Chen!"

I couldn't help but call out. Teacher Chen stopped and looked in my direction.

I quickly ran over.

"Teacher Chen."

"And you are?"

"I'm Wei Chen."

"You've changed so much, I almost didn't recognize you! You were so short back then, now you're quite robust." "Teacher, when did you transfer here?" "Several years ago."

"Teacher Chen, how are you doing these days?"

"How are you doing? Just getting by." A hint of hesitation quickly crossed Teacher Chen's face.

The girl from back then had now become a voluptuous young woman, around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, exuding the aura of a mature woman. She stirred my heartstrings. Although I haven't lacked women over the years, this was indeed the desire of my youthful heart.

With the discerning eye of a businessman, I knew Teacher Chen had something on her mind.

Since my purpose for this trip was to conduct an inspection, and there were many people waiting for me, it wasn't convenient to have a deep conversation. So I asked Teacher Chen for her phone number and continued my inspection.

That evening, the school leaders arranged a simple dinner, which was quite lavish. After a few rounds of drinks, we chatted, and I asked the leaders about Teacher Chen.

The principal was silent for a while, then said, "Let's drink first, I'll talk to you about this later."

I was eager to know what had happened, and I was still drinking, especially since we'd already had quite a bit to drink.

We sat for a little while longer before coming out.

The principal said, "Do you have time? Let's find somewhere to sit for a bit?"

I knew he wanted to tell me what had just happened, so we found a quiet little spot, ordered a bottle of beer and four side dishes, and started talking.

The principal said, "Back then, Teacher Chen's teaching achievements were outstanding. We were short of such a good teacher, so the school applied to the Education Bureau and transferred Teacher Chen to the county's No. 2 Middle School. Teacher Chen achieved excellent results there.

"However, things didn't go smoothly. One day, Qi Ming, the son of a certain police chief, was strolling on the street when he ran into Teacher Chen." "You know, that scoundrel, he usually sleeps until after 10 a.m., but that day he went crazy and came out at 7 a.m.." "He saw Teacher Chen and immediately took a liking to her, insisting on dating her." "Teacher Chen had no interest in this scumbag, especially since she already had a boyfriend and was about to get married, so of course she disagreed." "You know what, that Qi Ming kid, despite his misbehavior, was genuinely interested in Teacher Chen. For over six months, he came to school every day, from work to home, declaring, 'Chen is my woman, I've taken her,' and even publicly chopped off a piece of his little finger to show his determination." "He made it impossible for Teacher Chen to work, the school leaders couldn't do anything about it, and Teacher Chen was even afraid to go out alone." "When did this happen?"

"It must be Teacher Chen's third year here. It's been several years now. I heard that Qi Ming got another girlfriend, and he hasn't been coming around as much since." Teacher Chen's boyfriend secretly transferred her here. They got married here, about three years ago.

"What does Teacher Chen's boyfriend do?"

"He used to work in a company, but then he went into business. I heard he's in Hainan now and rarely comes back." "Oh," I said thoughtfully.

"Oh, it's almost 12 o'clock. Go back to sleep."

Back home, I couldn't fall asleep.

I tossed and turned, my mind filled with Chen's image, until I finally drifted off to sleep around 6 a.m.

A pleasant ringtone woke me from my sleep. I picked up my phone and saw it was Teacher Chen.

"Hello, Teacher Chen."

"Wei Chen, do you have time? I'll cook a few dishes tonight, come to my house for dinner." "Teacher Chen, no need for that, come out and I'll treat you." "I don't like eating out, let's go home. Food outside isn't hygienic. Come on over."

"We live at No. 26, Xinfeng District."

I didn't drive, so I took a taxi. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at No. 26, Xinfeng.

I rang the doorbell, and the door opened.

Teacher Chen was wearing an apron. She dressed very casually at home.

My eyes lingered on Teacher Chen.

Teacher Chen blushed and said, "Come in quickly. Sit in the living room for a while. There's fruit there; help yourself. I'm going to cook." She turned and went to cook. I went into the living room.

On the living room wall hung Teacher Chen's wedding picture. Looking at the beautiful woman's loving posture with her husband, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. I knew I couldn't get over that knot in my heart.

"Dinner's ready," Teacher Chen called out.

I looked away and quickly went to the dining room.

Wow, it smelled so good! I'm used to eating big meals, but seeing these delicate dishes made my appetite surge.

Teacher Chen had changed out of the clothes she had worn while cooking. She was wearing a pink dress and sandals, revealing her plump toes. It was quite tempting.

Teacher Chen turned around and brought out a bottle of red wine from the house, filling both of our glasses. "This was a gift from someone when he went to work, but no one drank it. Since you're here today, drink this." "Come on, have a bite of food first, try my cooking, and see if it suits your taste." I took a bite, put it in my mouth, and exclaimed, "Delicious, so delicious! Teacher, your cooking is so good!" "Hehe, I can't cook well. You're used to eating big meals, so try something different." "It's just delicious. Everything Teacher makes is delicious." "Come on, congratulations on your achievements today. I hope your company grows bigger and bigger." He downed his

drink in one gulp. I wasn't going to be outdone, and I followed suit.

I poured a glass of wine for Teacher Chen and filled my own glass as well. "Teacher, I wish you will always be this young and beautiful." I tilted my head back and downed another glass of wine.

We talked and drank more and more enthusiastically, and before we knew it, the bottle was empty.

"Wait here, I'll get the wine. Let's drink to our hearts' content today."

"Teacher, don't drink anymore, you've already had enough."

"Hey, this is nothing, it's still early. I can drink a bottle by myself." Saying this, she went into the house. I heard that Teacher Chen never drinks, how come she can drink so much now?

Just as I was thinking, I heard the sound of vomiting coming from inside the house.

I quickly went into the house and saw Teacher Chen holding the wine cabinet with one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. The hand holding

the wine was on the table. I quickly went over and supported Teacher Chen. Teacher Chen fell into my arms. I took the wine and put it on the table.

I half-dragged and half-carried Teacher Chen to the bed.

"No, I want to drink more, I haven't had enough."

"Why won't you let me drink? I'm not drunk."

Saying this, she shouted, and suddenly hugged my arm and burst into tears.

I tenderly stroked Teacher Chen's hair and lowered my head to gently kiss her hair.

My hand couldn't help but reach for Teacher Chen's high breasts and kneaded them hard.

After a while, I heard Teacher Chen's soft moans.

I felt a stirring in my lower body; it was my teacher gently caressing me. Instantly, my lower body became engorged and even more swollen.

I'd dreamt of this scene before, a dream I'd had for years. Today it had finally become reality. I could hardly believe it was just a drunken impulse that had clouded my judgment, especially since this was my teacher, the one I'd longed for day and night.

I couldn't resist picking her up and gently placing her on the bed.

Teacher Chen seemed to be asleep.

I quickly removed her clothes.

A perfect body was revealed before me—the body of a mature woman, a body I'd dreamed of for years, a sacred body that stirred my desire, excited me, and made me lose myself.

I kissed every inch of her skin, and under my passionate kisses, her body writhed restlessly.

When I kissed her intimate area, it was already wet, smearing my face. At that moment, I felt only happiness.

I kissed her sweetly, and the wetness increased.

"Come on, I can't take it anymore."

"Come on for what?"

"Hmm, you're so annoying."

"Come on for what? I don't know!"

"You're bad, you know that."

"I really don't know. If you don't tell me, I don't know what to do either." "Fuck." The teacher whispered in my ear.

I never expected that my refined teacher would say such vulgar things, which excited me immensely.

I quickly tore off my clothes and mounted her.

It was easy, one thrust all the way in.

The teacher let out a comfortable sigh, her buttocks thrusting upwards forcefully. Her expression was nothing like someone who had been drinking too much.

I started thrusting rapidly.

After about 20 minutes, the teacher let out a cry, hugged me tightly, and didn't move.

I thrust a few more times quickly, shouted, and ejaculated deep into the teacher's vagina.

We embraced.

"Teacher, were you really drunk just now, or were you just pretending?"

"Really drunk, you got the better deal." After resting for a while, the teacher said, "Let's go, let's continue drinking.

I haven't had enough yet, you're not leaving until I've drunk you drunk." If I'm drunk, can I still leave?

Why does happiness always come in such large quantities?

I held my wine glass, behind the light red glass was a beautiful body, my beautiful goddess.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

After dinner, we walked into Chen's bedroom, embraced, and lay on the bed. The shyness of our first meeting was gone.

The teacher had completely let go, displaying the desires of a mature woman.

I gently unbuttoned the teacher's clothes and reached in to caress her breasts. Her nipples were firm and swaying, as if she were trying to please me, as if she were being coquettish, so adorable.

Since I had just ejaculated, my desire wasn't very strong, so I prolonged the time, letting the teacher experience the ultimate pleasure.

I gently caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples. The teacher's almond-shaped eyes were slightly closed, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure, her mouth occasionally swallowing saliva. Her body shifted restlessly.

"Shuang'er."

"Hmm, how can you call me that?"

"I still prefer you to call me teacher, it feels so romantic. You don't think I'm lewd, do you?" "How could I? Teacher is my goddess, I love her so much, I just want to cherish every moment of her love." "Then I still hope you use your strength to bully your goddess." Her face was filled with urgency, her voice brimming with desire.

"Come on, my dear goddess, let me pamper you properly." She obediently parted her legs, and I saw her vulva, pink and glistening, her lips slightly parted, exhaling hot breath, drool dripping, her pubic hair tufted together.

With each breath the teacher took, her vagina opened and closed, silently beckoning. What a beautiful vagina it was! Unlike most women's dark, untouched vaginas, it was untouched by the wounds of past relationships; it remained incredibly tender, like the pink of a virgin.

How had my beloved goddess endured all these years? How could a married woman, deprived of a man's touch, remain so alluring? A surge of tenderness welled up within me, and I couldn't help but take her clitoris into my

mouth. The teacher convulsed, her legs wrapping around my head, pressing it tightly against her vagina. I greedily licked and sucked, the sweet nectar flowing endlessly. I swallowed it.

This was love fluid flowing for me; not a drop could be wasted.

"Teacher's vagina, is it good?"

"Yes, it's beautiful, and delicious."

"If it's delicious, then eat more,"

the teacher said with a smile, twisting her body and covering my mouth with her wet, steaming vagina, casually pulling a small pillow under her waist. She moaned softly.

Her vulva protruded further, making it easier for me to move. I licked back and forth, desperately trying to push my tongue deeper into her body, exploring inside.

Her body arched higher and higher, then with a soft "Ah!" she suddenly dropped heavily, panting heavily, a gush of white fluid shooting out, soaking my mouth and face.

I knew she had climaxed. I sucked on her clitoris, motionless, feeling her spasms.

After a while, she calmed down. She slowly got up and pulled off my clothes.

Her face was flushed. "You're so good to me. It's the first time someone has licked my vulva, it feels so good." "Teacher, I'll lick you every day from now on, okay?" "Sigh, when do you have time to come to me? When we're together, let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Come on, let me lick your penis too." She lay on top of me, stroking my penis, her lips occasionally lightly touching it, her tongue gently licking the tip of my penis, a tingling, itchy sensation.

After licking for a while, the teacher turned around, her snow-white buttocks facing my face. I understood what she meant.

She parted my legs and sucked hard, the slippery, sticky liquid flowing down my thighs.

"Chen'er, do you want to go in?" the teacher asked with a seductive smile.

I hummed in agreement.

The teacher stood up, turned around, and straddled me again, her hand grasping my penis.

Her other hand rubbed her vulva against my penis, then spread my legs and rubbed it against my shaft.

She was reluctant to put it in, savoring the agonizing, unbearable, and incredibly stimulating sensation of wanting to enter but not being able to.

I arched my back, the head of my penis lightly touching her vulva, but as soon as it opened, it slipped back down.

The teacher giggled above, smoothing the foreskin with her hand. She carefully guided it towards the entrance, her hips sinking in with the movement, slowly entering her body. The teacher let out a comfortable moan, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The entry process was intriguing, little by little, slowly, clearly feeling the folds of my penis entering, the warmth, the moisture, inch by inch, entering the teacher's body. I felt possessing her, becoming one with her. The teacher

's body slowly began to move, thrusting rhythmically. At the very end, she twisted her hips, allowing the penis to penetrate even deeper into her clitoris. Her labia majora gripped it, the pink opening, the bulging veins of the penis, mixed with semen, accompanied by squelching sounds, as deep thrusting began… “Chen’er, is it comfortable?” “Yes.”

“Have you done this with other women?”

I didn't know what to say, and remained silent for a moment.

"Have you ever done it?" the teacher urged. "Yes.

" "Who do you feel comfortable doing it with?

" "Teacher."

"Do you know what we're doing?" 　　"

Making love. " "What 　　do you mean by making love? It's 　　fucking." " Do you like fucking?" "Yes. 　　" "Then Teacher will let you fuck my pussy every day, okay?" 　　"Okay." I couldn't hold back any longer. 　　I flipped over and pinned the teacher down, hoisting her two white legs onto my shoulders. 　　With a thrust of my hips, my penis was inside her pussy. 　　My lust made me start endless thrusting, hundreds of times in one go. 　　The teacher moaned repeatedly, "Fuck... Chen'er, fuck Teacher... fuck Teacher's pussy..." "Good Chen'er, harder, ah... you've hit the flower core again, your penis is so big." "Your big penis feels so good, I want you to fuck me every day from now on." "You little rascal, how can I live without you?" The teacher's crazy moans and cries made me speed up, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt the teacher's lower body was wide open. 　　The initial folds were gone, leaving only a fleshy opening, a warm, glistening opening. A wave of tingling and itching surged up, and suddenly my ejaculation gates opened wide, releasing fleshy bullets into the teacher's body, while the teacher's little mouth inside sucked with abandon. 　　Finally, all the desire was released from her body in a frenzied, ecstatic scream. The teacher trembled, her body stiffening, then collapsed with a thud, lying limply and powerless on the bed, no longer making a sound. 　　The room was filled only with heavy breathing. After a long while, she murmured, "Chen'er, I've wasted my life. Being a woman can be so joyful." "Teacher, this is just the beginning of your new life. I'm going to bring back the joy you've lost." "I have an apartment in the new development zone, very close to your school. Why don't you move there?" "How do I tell him?" "It's in the school's staff housing. Just say it's allocated to you by the school. Besides, he only comes back a few days a year. Isn't that the same as our new home?" "You're so good to me. If it were before, I would definitely marry you and be your woman." "Now you can marry me and be my woman. Come and let your husband pamper you." Another great battle began. 　　(Word count: 13529) 　　[The End]

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