The composition of the female teacher's provocation

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After school on Saturday, Chimei was reviewing English grammar in the library. His eyes were on the book, but his mind was filled with the image of Kimizuria.

How wonderful it would be to have a sister like that.

As an only child, Chimei had always felt dissatisfied with not having a sister, and this feeling intensified in the later years of elementary school.

The older sister of a classmate who lived nearby treated Chimei like a sister, making him happy and unconsciously developing a faint feeling of first love. However,

because his father was transferred and moved away, Chimei's first love quickly vanished like dew before the morning sun. His

mother, Misato, who had also been an only child, understood Chimei's loneliness and was a gentle and considerate mother to him. But Chimei

even , because a mother is ultimately just a mother, far removed from the status of a sister

. Chimei's adolescence, while not exactly bleak, was still that of a very honest young boy. It was at this time that a woman appeared before him who perfectly resembled his ideal sister

—Kimizuria. Zhiming's heart was deeply shaken. For seventeen-year-old Zhiming, the age difference between him and Ria was too great, and because of this, his longing for her

grew even stronger.

He noticed that Ria looked at him differently than she looked at other students; that was on Ria's first day of class. From then on, Zhiming would have

mental .

"Today, Teacher Ria is very beautiful .

" Looking at her with those eyes, he felt that Ria's eyes were looking at him with particular vividness. "

Teacher, you seem very sad.

" Looking at Ria standing on the podium with those eyes, her eyes seemed to answer,

"Yes, I have many sad things."

Zhiming put down his English textbook, rested his chin on his hand, and looked at the white ceiling of the library. There, Ria's figure appeared. "

Today, the teacher's skin seems to have a particularly beautiful glow."

As he fantasized about Ria's naked body, as if by conditioned reflex, his young penis immediately became violently erect, and the resulting pain

felt strangely pleasurable.

Zhiming stood up to go to the toilet, knowing that such an erection wouldn't subside quickly, and tried to relieve himself with his hand.

Just then, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"That's amazing, still studying hard after school on Saturday."

He heard Ms. Ria's gentle voice. A captivating fragrance wafted from Ria behind him. Zhiming began to feel nervous.

"I saw you go into the library earlier. I thought you'd already left. Shall we walk together? I have so much to tell you, let's walk together."

Zhiming readily agreed. His eyes were drawn to Ria's slender waist and full hips as he walked out of the library.

Early summer had arrived outside.

"I wonder what she's up to?"

Walking along the tree-lined sidewalk beside the school wall, Zhiming remained nervous.

"Today is my twenty-sixth birthday."

Ria, walking ahead, suddenly turned around. Zhiming, who had been staring blankly at her, blushed.

"Happy birthday, teacher."

Zhiming was unhappy with his stammering.

"Twenty-six is a delicate age for a woman ."

Influenced by Ria's playful smile, Zhiming smiled back.

"Do I look that age?"

In front of the cherry trees with only green leaves, Ria struck a graceful pose with her hands on her hips like a model. Her prominent breasts pressed against Zhiming.

"Do I look young? Or do I look old?"

"I look young, very young,"

he said, his voice trembling with embarrassment.

"Really? Can I be like your older sister?"

Yes, the ideal older sister—

Chiming wanted to shout it out loud, but he could only nod

. "Why don't you go home first and then come out? There's a birthday party in my room today. Tell your family to come around six o'clock."

The unexpected invitation excited Chiming. "Yes."

Then he couldn't say anything more. He wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words.

"So, you agree."

Ria looked at Chiming's face, seemingly very happy.

"Your home is in Minami-Azabu, right?"

"Yes. How did you know, teacher?"

Chiming was very happy that Ria knew his address, and he spoke as if he were talking to a classmate.

"I happened to see your information; it's not far from my apartment."

"Where does your home, teacher, lie?"

"Shiroganedai, also in the port area, and it's only a ten-minute drive."

Ria took out a notebook from her purse, drew a simple diagram, and carefully wrote down the address and phone number.

"This way you'll find it; don't lose it."

She tore a page from the notebook and handed it to Chimei, their fingers brushing against each other.

Ah, what fair and delicate fingers those were

! Chimei felt a surge of excitement.

"Then I'll take you home."

"What? Teacher, do you have a car?"

"Yes. My uncle owns this building."

Ria smiled as she looked at the building.

"I can use the underground parking lot for free. I can't afford it with the salary the school gives me."

As they entered the building, the middle-aged security guard greeted them politely. Seeing Ria thank him politely in return, Chimei felt inexplicably

pleased .

The car was a conservative dark green, but streamlined. When Chimei realized it was a Jaguar XJ, he felt he was seeing another side of Ria.

"So, Teacher drives such a beautiful car."

"You have to keep it a secret, because the other teachers are all very conservative."

Zhiming, sitting in the passenger seat, nodded vigorously, looking at the windshield.

From Akasaka to Minami-Azabu, the journey was incredibly short. Zhiming wished he could just keep driving around like this.

"Six o'clock, I'll be waiting for you."

Getting out of the car in front of his house, watching Ria's car drive away, he felt a mix of emotions.

He wondered who else had been invited to the birthday party.

Ria, who rarely spoke in the past, was suddenly so friendly and approachable; while happy, Zhiming also had questions.

When he opened the door, his mother was arranging new flowers on the shelf in the entryway. They had a different fragrance than before.

"You're back! It's so late today, Mom hasn't had lunch yet."

"Were you waiting for me?"

"You always call when you come home late, why didn't you call today?"

"I'm sorry."

Zhiming didn't mention studying in the library.

It wasn't studying, he was just thinking about something, about Ms. Lia.

During dinner, as usual, only his mother spoke, and Zhiming was the listener

. There was a very accurate fortune teller in the nearby apartment complex. The local neighborhood chief had moved to the suburbs this year. There was also the story of the garbage truck hitting an old man. Only at the end

did he mention the important thing.

"Dad will be back between Wednesday and Saturday of the week after next."

His father, Maochang, was the manager of the Kobo branch of a trading company, and he went to work alone. Because it coincided with Zhiming's high school entrance exam, he had to

leave his wife alone. He had just turned forty and was considered a future general manager in the company. According to past practice, he would be gone for about three years.

He would return to Tokyo once a month for the company's headquarters meeting. He had a vacation every six months.

No wonder his mother was so energetic

. Zhiming stole glances at his mother's expression while eating.

Zhiming witnessed his parents' intimate act about a year ago, on the eve of Maochang's departure for Hokkaido. Zhiming woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen. It was

then that he accidentally saw his parents embracing in the bathroom.

He was shocked by the ferocity of their intercourse and, seeing his usually composed and considerate mother behaving like a prostitute, his heart began to waver . It was

at this moment that Zhiming's puberty blossomed.

Before this, he had already learned to masturbate, and his fantasy was always of his mother, imagining him embracing her naked body and rubbing his erect penis.

But recently, the object of his masturbation had gradually shifted from his mother to Ria. However, because he had witnessed actual intercourse with his mother, he felt

intense , while with Ria, it felt like something was missing.

When his mother finished speaking, Zhiming didn't know whether he should tell her about going to Ria's teacher's house. He only said he was going to see a classmate and immediately

changed the subject to his father's plans after he returned.

"Speaking of Father, Mother perks up,"

Zhiming responded to his mother's incessant chatter, while recalling the events that followed his repeated voyeurism of witnessing his parents having sex in the bathroom.

His parents' bedroom was a side room on the first floor, a Western-style room with double-glazed windows. Knowing that his father had returned from Hokkaido, Zhiming had

tampered , leaving a gap of about one centimeter.

Although it was double-glazed, one side was lace, and through the lace mesh, one could see into his parents' room. During their sex, the lampshade would turn pink. Zhiming believed that

was a signal of their sexual activity. Indeed, after his father went to Hokkaido, the pink lampshade turned beige.

"Mom seems very happy."

He wondered what kind of expression his mother would make if he said that.

"Mom, do you really want to have sex?"

Asking this made Zhiming suddenly feel hot.

"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?"

His mother looked puzzled and placed her hand on Zhiming's forehead; it was a cool, comforting hand.

"Mom's hands feel so cool and comfortable,"

Zhiming said, glancing at his mother's expression. He recalled his mother's lewd posture, completely naked, straddling his father, uttering obscene moans.

Zhiming pressed his hand against his mother's, and she seemed to accept it as an obligation, holding it to her forehead until his hand left. Zhiming

returned to his room on the second floor, locking it from the inside. His lower body was already burning with erection.

He took some toilet paper and gently rubbed it against his penis a few times before quickly ejaculating. The burning, pus-like sensation inside disappeared.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

"I need to do laundry. Bring out your underwear."

The door rattled.

"Why did you lock the door? Are you asleep?"

Zhiming quickly stuffed the toilet paper under the bed, wrapped a large sports towel from the desk around himself, and opened the door.

"What are you trying to do looking like that?"

His mother picked up the underwear lying on the floor.

"I'm changing my underwear."

"Okay, change your vest too, hurry up."

Seeing Zhiming's slow pace, his mother came over and grabbed the bottom of his round-neck vest, pulling it up. As it went over his head, his mother's face was right in front of him, and he smelled a wonderful fragrance

.

Zhiming leaned his face in as if kissing her, then sniffed like a puppy.

"Mom smells so good."

His mother smiled, seemingly embarrassed. She flicked Zhiming's nose with her finger and left the room

. Zhiming left home at 5:30. He told his mother he would be back around 9:00. But in his heart, he hoped he would come back a little later.

Since it was his birthday, he should give her a gift and went to the shopping street to buy orchids. Although the expense of 1000 yen stung, he was willing to spend it for Teacher Liya.

He hailed a taxi and arrived at the apartment building in less than seven or eight minutes.

"Everyone living here must be rich,"

the taxi driver sighed, looking at the apartment building's entrance.

Indeed, Zhiming felt overwhelmed by the luxury.

Liya's room was on the top floor. Pushing open the entryway door, Zhiming had expected to see many shoes, but that prediction was completely wrong. There was only one pair of

low-heeled shoes he'd worn during the day.

Ria, the teacher who came to greet him, wore a brightly colored, patterned dress and a matching headscarf. Young and beautiful, she made Zhiming's

eyes widen .

There was no one else in the room besides Ria.

Was he the only one invited?

"I was too lonely celebrating alone, so I invited you."

Hearing this reply, Zhiming wanted to shout.

Several bottles of wine and a mix of Western and Western dishes were laid out on the table.

"Is it alright if I drink alone?"

Ria seemed pleased as they sat facing each other at the table, her head slightly swaying, like an elegant and

charming .

"I can drink wine,"

Zhiming said excitedly

. "I don't care."

Not with a reproachful expression, Ria seemed to think for a moment, then gave Zhiming a slight glare, placed a wine glass in front of him, and poured wine into it.

"Tell me, why don't we toast?"

"Of course, it's for Teacher's birthday."

A complex expression flashed across Liya's face. Zhiming, oblivious, continued,

"Happy birthday, Teacher."

"Thank you."

The gentle clinking of glasses made Zhiming's heart flutter even more.

Their conversation continued uninterrupted as they ate and drank happily.

"I remember you're an only child."

Within thirty minutes, both their faces were slightly flushed. Liya noticed Zhiming's glass was empty and poured him more wine.

"Your parents must love you very much, right?"

Zhiming wanted to affirm, but then deliberately said the opposite:

"Not really."

A disbelieving smile appeared on Liya's face.

"What about Teacher's family?"

"I'm alone too."

"Oh, I see."

"You used to have a younger brother. If he were alive, he would be twenty-one now."

"So..."

He wanted to ask if he was dead, but felt it was too cruel to say.

"My younger brother looked a lot like you. He died in a car accident around your age. On the same day as today.

" "

So my birthday is also the anniversary of my brother's death. Oh, I'm sorry for saying something hurtful."

"No, I shouldn't have asked that."

"Let's have some fun."

After saying that, Ria took out the brandy again, poured it into her glass, and took a sip. He probably wasn't good at drinking and immediately stopped.

Zhiming went behind Ria and stroked her back.

His fingers clearly felt the hooks of her bra under her dress, and he felt flustered. If Ria agreed, he hoped to continue stroking her slowly.

The soft aroused the boy's desire.

"It's alright, thank you."

"Teacher, maybe we shouldn't drink anymore."

Zhiming said this and immediately regretted it. He was afraid she would agree, which would end their pleasant banquet.

"I can't drink much, but I like this atmosphere."

"I'm keeping you company, but I can only drink wine."

"If your family finds out, it will become a responsibility on my part."

"I don't care, I can stay here too."

After saying this, Zhiming was surprised by his own words.

"Really? You can stay here?"

"Yeah. I've stayed at a classmate's house before."

"Am I a friend?"

"Tonight is."

"You should call. Your mom will find out."

"I'll lie to her."

"What should I do? I don't want to teach a student bad things, but I really want to continue with you in New Color World." Ria saw her deceased younger brother in Zhiming. He looked exactly like her younger brother, Gao Guang. She was greatly shocked

when she first saw Zhiming in Class 2-A. 　　The thought that they looked so alike grew stronger and stronger, and she always wanted to talk to him. Finally, in the library, she realized the reason for choosing this day, using her own birthday as an excuse, but actually because it was the anniversary of her brother's death. 　　"Let's just say it was my own judgment." 　　"What do you mean?" 　　"The teacher didn't discuss anything with me, I just made up an excuse to call home." 　　"What a bad boy." 　　"Being with the teacher, I can be the worst boy." 　　The alcohol in the wine clearly made Zhiming's tongue more nimble. 　　Zhiming picked up the cordless phone on the table. He pressed the home phone number, and after two rings, the sound of a recorder came on. 　　"Strange?" 　　Hearing Zhiming's voice, Riya looked at him with a puzzled expression. 　　"It's a recorder, Mom must be taking a shower, this is perfect." 　　Zhiming smiled at Rimi while pressing his hand on the receiver, then said to the receiver with a serious expression: 　　"I'm staying at a classmate's house tonight because I need to study until very late. Goodbye." 　　Zhiming hung up the phone immediately, and said to Riya with a playful look, 　　"I don't know which classmate it is, so I can't reach them." 　　"You're such a bad boy." 　　Riya said this, but she looked very happy. 　　"It seems like I can drink a little more than usual." 　　Riya gracefully changed the position of her crossed legs and picked up the brandy glass. Zhiming thought her red lips were beautiful. 　　"Have you ever been to a disco?" 　　"No, my sense of rhythm is terrible." 　　"You don't seem like it. I think you must dance very well." " 　　What about you, teacher?" 　　"When I was studying in America," 　　Ria said, gazing into the distance before her eyes returned to Zhiming's face. 　　"I had a lover in America, and we often went dancing together. My youth is only just beginning for you." 　　"Teacher, what happened to that lover?" 　　"My youth is over." 　　This sentence perfectly expressed the breakup with her lover. 　　"Your youth is also starting now." 　　Zhiming truly thought so. 　　"Teacher is beautiful, and lives in such a luxurious place. And she's young too." 　　"But that's not enough. Because I've lost two things that support me. 　　" "Two things?" 　　"My lover and my younger brother." 　　"I'll be your younger brother, teacher." 　　Seeing Ria's lonely expression, he blurted out the words, but it was also Zhiming's true feeling. And, if possible, he'd also be her lover. 　　"Thank you, I'm so glad." 　　Ria reached out and took Zhiming's hand. 　　"Your hand is so warm." 　　Ria gently placed Zhiming's hand on her cheek. 　　Zhiming felt a strange surge of emotion, gazing at the gesture. Was 　　the teacher inviting him because we were like a younger brother? 　　Of course, he didn't feel resentful; he hoped it would bring them closer. 　　"I want to be the teacher's younger brother," 　　Zhiming declared defiantly. 　　"Hmm."

Ria's little finger hooked onto Zhiming's little finger.

"You promised."

"I promised."

"Shouldn't we rest now?" "

I don't want to sleep yet."

"But I'm sleepy."

Ria knew her period was coming soon. Because it always happened like this.

"Zhiming, why don't you take a shower first?"

"Please let the teacher shower first."

"Men first, my little brother never objects to me."

"Yes."

Zhiming felt really happy, like her little brother.

The bathroom with light blue tiles was quite spacious. Zhiming felt a very comfortable fatigue. When he came out of the bathroom, he was so drunk that his body couldn't

move . His legs swayed, and when he looked up at the ceiling, he felt like he was slowly spinning

. He still managed to put on his clothes and walk out of the bathroom back to the dining room. Ria was sleeping on the dining table

. "Teacher."

Ria woke up immediately.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're sleeping in the Japanese-style room on the right side of the corridor. The quilt is ready, and there are pajamas too, but they're for women."

"Don't you want to take a bath, teacher?"

"I'll go take a bath now, you can go to sleep first."

Zhiming entered the room of the eighth seat. It seemed like no one had used it before, and the quilt was new. As he changed into the pajamas, he thought that this was what the teacher often wore.

Thinking of this, he felt his body getting warm. He lay on the quilt with his limbs stretched out in a starfish shape, trying to cool his hot body and induce sleepiness. Perhaps because he wasn't covered by

the quilt, he woke up suddenly after a while, feeling like he had slept for a very short time. As he was about to crawl back into bed, he thought he heard something fall over in the bathroom,

then there was silence.

Zhiming got up, feeling uneasy, and went to the bathroom.

Ria was sitting against the wall with a bath towel draped over her.

"Did the teacher fall?"

He rushed over. He didn't see any external injuries. Her chest, covered by the bath towel, rose and fell slowly with her breathing.

"Teacher,"

he called softly, but there was no answer. He only heard regular, soft snoring.

At least he was relieved. Just as he was about to call out again, another Zhiming whispered in his mind,

"Wouldn't it be better to just leave like this?"

He heard the other Zhiming's voice. "

What are you thinking? This is so wrong!"

Zhiming banished that thought from his mind and mustered all his strength to pick up Ria. He parted the towel in front of her chest, revealing half of her naked breast. Zhiming felt

his blood boiling. " Is she

really asleep?"

After entering the bedroom, Zhiming deliberately tossed Ria onto the bed as if she were nothing.

"Hmm,"

Ria's head shook two or three times, then she immediately lay on her back like a child, snoring rhythmically.

The towel was parted even wider, revealing most of her breast.

In Zhiming's mind, it felt like hundreds of clocks were ringing at once, his blood surged like a torrent in his veins, and his body felt like it was on fire.

"Teacher,"

he called softly, to make sure Ria was sound asleep.

Ria didn't move at all.

Zhiming still looked around the room anxiously.

The room was bright, and the pink sheets looked very beautiful under the light.

It's better to keep the lights off.

He pulled the bedside lamp to the side and adjusted the shade, making sure the light didn't shine directly on Ria's face. He turned it on and then turned off the room lights. The reduced brightness created a

tranquil atmosphere.

Zhiming stared at Ria without moving, his curiosity swelling to the point of near explosion. This feeling manifested in the concrete shape of her young body—

the center of her pajama bottoms bulging high, revealing the shape of an erect penis.

Intense desire overwhelmed Zhiming's rationality; only lust ran rampant

. His beautiful prey was fast asleep, within reach.

Zhiming gently pinched the towel with his fingertips, seeing black, curly pubic hair clinging to her full thighs.

A

gurgling sound escaped Zhiming's throat, startling him.

Watching Ria sleep, he slowly moved his face closer. He smelled a faint fragrance.

The sparse pubic hair surprised Zhiming, making the Venus Hill appear relatively thick and prominent. It parted slightly below the knees, but the thighs were tightly pressed together,

obscuring the area.

Zhiming desperately wanted to see the area between the pressed thighs.

His face was only twenty centimeters from the pubic hair, each hair, gleaming black, clearly imprinted on his retina. Zhiming

's excitement reached its peak, creating a dreamlike feeling.

Was this truly real?

Zhiming stroked the surface of his pubic hair with trembling fingers. Something felt like it

was about to explode inside him.

The slight touch of the pubic hair felt more comforting than anything else, and he couldn't help but press his entire palm against it.

"Hmm,"

for a moment, her breath seemed to stop, and Ria let out a soft moan. Zhiming was so startled he almost jumped up, quickly crouching down beside the bed.

Ria's body seemed to wriggle and sway. Zhiming crawled from the floor towards the door, going into the kitchen to drink water to soothe his throat.

He didn't go back immediately, as if Ria would wake him, but there was no sign of her waking up.

Zhiming quietly entered the kitchen. A light was on in the bathroom. Going into the dressing room to find the light switch, he found Ria's clothes in a basket.

He flipped open a patterned dress and saw a light purple bra and panties. Without hesitation, he picked up the rolled-up panties and unfolded them

. It was a small, transparent triangle, slightly damp in the center.

He held it to his nose; a scent different from perfume irritated his nasal passages.

This was a woman's scent.

Zhiming pulled out his erect penis, and clear fluid oozed from its tip. He wrapped the light purple panties around his penis.

"Ah, Ria-sensei,"

he said, closing his eyes and looking at the pubic hair he had just seen, and began to gently rub it.

In less than a minute, Zhiming ejaculated with a soft groan. The semen emitted a strong odor.

Normally, this would have ended there, but this time, it was just the beginning.

The small, shrunken penis still dripped fluid as if it wanted something more.

Zhiming looked back into the bedroom.

Ria was still asleep. The towel covering her body was now completely spread out, rendering it useless, and her snoring was louder and more rhythmic than before.

Zhiming watched as the woman's body undressed. His penis immediately swelled and asserted its presence.

Zhiming picked up the towel and threw it on the side of the bed. Now Ria was completely naked. Zhiming

squatted by the bed and gently placed his palms on her thighs, enjoying the pulsating sensation from there, then her lower abdomen, and then her breasts.

When he covered her pubic hair with his palms, Zhiming could no longer restrain himself.

Zhiming came to Ria's feet, grabbed her ankles, and slowly spread her legs apart. He saw her pubic hair swaying, her labia parting like a door opening, and finally a pink slit of flesh

appeared

For the seventeen-year-old boy, seeing a vulva for the first time, his heart almost burst.

This was a woman's vulva.

Zhiming got into bed, wanting to enter between Ria's legs, being very careful not to wake her.

He placed his hands on either side of Ria's body, allowing him to assume a push-up position. But this meant he couldn't use his hands to guide his penis in. The first step should be to align the glans

with the vaginal opening. But the location of the vaginal opening is unknown.

Thighs rub against thighs. Ria moved slightly.

This allowed the glans to touch soft flesh, causing her whole body to tremble slightly.

In that instant, she lost her balance, and the weight of her body pressed down on Ria.

"Ah!"

Zhiming and Ria both let out soft gasps. Ria was surprised, while Zhiming was experiencing the pleasure of his penis being enveloped by the longed-for vaginal flesh.

"What? What is this?"

Before Ria could fully understand the situation, Zhiming hugged Ria's body tightly, causing her to convulse violently.

"Ah, no!"

By the time she realized what was happening, Ria had already been ejaculated.

Ria's uterus was being washed by a large amount of semen, and even in her confusion, she could still react comfortably, enjoying the pleasure of womanhood.

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