Beautiful intern teacher

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After graduating from university, becoming a teacher was Kasumi Miyazaki's dream. To achieve this, she had been working especially hard lately. Before becoming a teacher, she had to complete a three-week internship at a high school designated by her university. The school Kasumi was assigned to was a prefectural high school in a neighboring prefecture. Although the commute from her apartment to the school took two hours each way, the thought of the joy of teaching students made her forget the hardship of the journey. The students also deeply respected and loved Kasumi, who was close to their age. While students rarely asked questions in other teachers' classes, in Kasumi's classes, if they didn't understand something, they would actively ask questions, even rushing to the teacher's office after class to ask for help. Of course, Kasumi also tried her best to teach the students kindly. In less than a week, everyone praised this intern teacher and unanimously said, "Compared to Mr. Sasa, Ms. Kasumi is the best." Kasumi appeared calm on the surface, but she was very happy (perhaps she had already qualified to be a teacher), but she tried her best not to mention it in front of Sasa, the dean of academic affairs and head of the English department. Sasa, a short, stout man with a receding hairline and a balding head, was a round-faced, slightly dark-skinned man in his fifties with a bit of a beard. He paid particular attention to Kasumi, the student teacher. He was a very masculine man, always smiling, with a pair of upturned eyes beneath his thick eyebrows. Kasumi had a great figure, and her jeans looked great on her. During breaks between classes, while chatting in the staff lounge, Sasa's gaze remained fixed on Kasumi's white, full thighs beneath her mini-skirts. Kasumi noticed this, and although she was used to it, Sasa's gaze was different from other men's; it had a strange quality, almost lecherous. This made Kasumi feel very uncomfortable. Especially when they sat on the guest sofa, Sasa was smoking a cigarette, so she had to sit opposite him. To sit down, she had to roll up her mini-skirts, revealing her beautiful, healthy thighs, which belonged to a young girl. However, because the jeans were too tight, she had to pull them up slightly to sit down. "Ouch!" Sasa, who had been chatting with a smile, deliberately dropped her lighter on the ground, then slowly picked it up, her eyes fixed on Kasumi's sexy thighs. She'd probably keep staring until the school bell rang, sometimes even with an urge to lick those thighs. "Excuse me, I'm sorry for being rude." Kasumi quickly fled the staff break room. As she left, Sasa's gaze lingered on that sexy buttock. (No wonder the students disliked her!) After escaping the break room, Kasumi rushed into the restroom, climbed onto the white toilet seat, rolled up her mini-panties slightly, and pulled her bluish underwear down to her knees, revealing her full buttocks. Her knees were spread open, and it seemed those annoying eyes were still watching. She kept stroking the smooth inner and outer sides of her thighs with both hands. Unintentionally, at the same time as the sound of water, Kasumi's bodily fluids fell like a sudden rain. Kasumi breathed a sigh of relief. It was often like this; after being subjected to Sasuke's repulsive stalking, she would feel the urge to urinate—a urge unlike anything natural. It was due to some kind of stimulation that spurred her to urinate. After urinating, Kasumi felt her tense nerves ease slightly. But by the third week, things had changed. Sasuke's gaze was still lecherous. Although she had unconsciously grown accustomed to his look, Kasumi herself had unknowingly changed. Before, she would only watch from a distance; now, she would sit down openly in front of Sasuke. She had originally intended to wear trousers, but while changing clothes in the morning, she hesitated and ultimately wore mini-skirts instead. "Ms. Miyazaki, you look great in mini-skirts," Sasuke complimented, as always, while staring at her sexy legs. "Yes, fewer women are wearing mini-skirts lately, and we men are extremely disappointed. The thought of seeing the legs of a young and beautiful girl like you makes coming to school a joyful experience." "No, teacher, I only wear mini-skirts in the summer," Kasumi said, closing her legs together. Not only Sasa, but the other teachers also noticed her. Kasumi not only had beautiful legs and fair skin, but her elegant features possessed an air of movie star grace. She was also a sharp-minded girl. If one had to point out her flaws, it would be that she was too competitive and too serious about teaching. However, this flaw was often overlooked because of her beauty. Her beauty could be described as approachable. But Kasumi didn't understand that this kind of beauty was a sin. After the rainy season, the weather cleared up, unfolding a clear, bright July day, as if painted with art supplies. With ten days left until the final exams, Kasumi felt a pang of sadness. Her internship would end a week before the final exams, leaving only three days. So far, Kasumi really liked this school. If possible, she hoped to teach here after graduation. Not only the students, but also the other staff admired this beautiful woman's passion for education and felt they could handle the job themselves. However, the students didn't particularly like this intern teacher's overly serious teaching attitude, because most of the students who came to high school weren't there of their own volition... more than half were forced by their parents, as the school had a high university entrance rate. For these students, no one was more difficult than this enthusiastic intern teacher, believing that intern teachers didn't need to be so serious. But Kasumi didn't think so. Aspiring to become an educator, she treated all students equally. She always considered these energetic students as children, believing that with proper education, they could achieve great things. However, disagreements arose, and it seemed like fate. In Class 2-D, there was a karate expert named Yonekura, who should have graduated a year ago, but due to insufficient grades, he had to repeat a year—essentially a repeat student. Yonekura originally came to this school in the spring after being expelled from his previous school. He entered through his uncle Sasa's connections. Kasumi learned of this from Sasa. "These bad guys, please, I really can't understand the thinking of young people these days. Miyazaki-sensei is closer to their age, so we can communicate better." "I'll do my best." As a teacher, Kasumi was particularly enthusiastic about teaching underachievers. However, Sasa didn't reveal the reason for Yonekura's expulsion, and Kasumi didn't pay attention. One day, there was a two-hour class in Class 2-D. No matter how diligently Kasumi taught, Yonekura's attitude remained bad. He didn't do his homework, didn't bring his textbook, chewed gum during class, and was late. The other teachers were at a loss with him. However, Kasumi wasn't angry. She believed that everyone has strengths, and discovering those strengths was the educator's duty. "Yonekura, take out the book you're reading." One day, Kasumi finally lost her temper. Yonekura, sitting at the back, was chuckling while secretly glancing at a book. Kasumi, noticing this, stopped teaching, stepped down from the podium, and walked to Yonekura's front. "Stand up and take out your book." "What are you reading?" Yonekura stood up, spread his arms, and looked Kasumi up and down. "You're reading..." Kasumi took a thin book from Yonekura's drawer, and was startled when she saw the cover. "I'll give this to you, teacher!" Yonekura gave a mischievous look. It was a genuine pornographic book; the cover featured a picture of a young woman wearing pants, legs spread, revealing her underwear. Kasumi was speechless. A high school student reading such a book, and during class at that! An indescribable sense of disgust welled up inside her. The sacred classroom felt defiled, and Kasumi's voice trembled as she said, "How can a child read such a book?" "Hey, I'm nineteen!" "Nineteen and still a high school student? That's disgusting!" "Everyone in high school reads these things. As long as you're a man, everyone wants to read them..." "This is a classroom, a sacred place of education, and you actually..." "I know, why are you making such a fuss? Do whatever you want, but I want to ask you a question!" Yonekura leaned closer to Kasumi and said, "This is basic medical knowledge. This book says that a girl's vagina is always...""Is it true that it's moist?" "..." "Teacher, tell me! I really want to see your... By the way, teacher, are you a virgin?" Unconsciously, Kasumi's right hand had already slapped Yonekura's face. Of course, this was the first time, which went against her educational principles. Kasumi regretted it afterwards, but at the same time, she was disgusted by Yonekura for saying such vulgar things. When she slapped Yonekura, all the students turned to look, so Kasumi ordered Yonekura to "go stand in the corridor as punishment!" Back at the podium, Kasumi continued her teaching. The students seemed quite quiet, whether from shock or fear. They seemed indifferent to Yonekura (It's already happened, there's nothing she can do, she'll talk to him properly after class! Maybe she can influence him). However, the result was disappointing. After class, when she went to the corridor, Yonekura was gone. The incident quickly spread among the students. The gist of it was that the beautiful intern teacher had hit Yonekura, a problem student who transferred this spring. Students who were usually bullied by Yonekura whispered among themselves, "Hey, Yonekura's finally getting his comeuppance!" "I thought he'd talk back, but he's surprisingly quiet." Even back in the staff room, Kasumi didn't mention the incident. Perhaps other staff members would praise Kasumi's courage if they knew, but after calming down, Kasumi still felt considerable regret. Even though she only had three days left before leaving the school, she still hoped to have a proper talk with Yonekura. Meanwhile, Yonekura was in the karate club room, chatting and smoking with the other members. "But, Yonekura-senpai, why didn't you fight back then?" asked Komiya, a short student also from Class D. "I wanted to fight back, but that would just make me a laughingstock," Yonekura shrugged, silently smoking. "But that's not like you, senpai!" the other members said. "Always wearing shorts, seeing her sexy thighs makes me unable to resist!" "Last time I even saw her underwear, and without realizing it, my mouth was watering!" "When did that happen?" "Last week, when I was writing on the blackboard, the chalk broke. When I bent down to pick it up, you know, I'm nearsighted, so I ran to the front to write and saw her underwear." "What color was it?" "For a moment, I couldn't quite see, but it seemed white." "You beast, I saw it too!" "Me too!" "You saw inside her underwear, didn't you!" Everyone burst into laughter. "That teacher, she's still a virgin!" "Look at that butt, it sways symmetrically when she walks." "I think so too! Her butt must be very white and plump!" Everyone laughed again, only Yonekura stood up unhappily, tied on her karate belt and said, "Hey, let's start practicing!" That kind of imposing manner made the other club members obediently begin practicing. The "vicious revenge" incident happened one day after class. All the other staff members had gone home, except for Kasumi, who remained in the staff room. Sasa had been absent since early morning due to attending an education committee meeting. Kasumi picked up the red phone and called her classmate, Takase. "Sorry, I can't make it today. I have a staff meeting." "Do you really have to come? What a terrible school. I made a special reservation at the restaurant." "Please, I'll definitely go next time. Please forgive me today!" "I know, I know your passion for education. After your internship, we'll have a proper date. I'll decide then!" Kasumi had no choice but to agree. She and Takase had been dating for two years, so he could be considered her boyfriend. However, Kasumi only allowed Takase to kiss her; she wouldn't allow anything else until after they got married. Although it wasn't due to outdated ideas, Kasumi herself wasn't entirely sure. Takase was indeed a good young man—earnest, gentle, and dashing.But something always seemed missing. Occasionally, when Takase kissed her, she would think she had fallen in love with this man. (If you truly love a man, you don't need to worry about it!) The first time, it was less about agreeing to be kissed and more about being forced. She didn't drink, but was persuaded to drink more, and half-drunk on a park bench, he grabbed her shoulder and forcibly kissed her. Although Kasumi resisted, the first touch of a man's lips and the gentle caress of her breasts left her powerless, experiencing a blissful intoxication. When Takase's hand slipped inside her skirt, her virgin instincts kicked in and she resisted. If she truly loved him, she should have agreed then, Kasumi still thinks so today. In fact, Kasumi was unusually enthusiastic then, not like the usual excitement of a first time. Her chest pounded, and her underwear was soaked. That kind of excitement never happened again. Now, thinking back, it seems it was because being outdoors gave Kasumi a subtle thrill. Come to think of it, when Takase kissed her, she always felt like someone was watching from the bushes nearby. Kasumi listlessly put down the phone. Takase's last words, in effect, were like a demand for Kasumi's body, leaving her with a strange unease. Should she continue to trust Takase? Should she slung her brown handbag over her shoulder and clutch her textbook in one hand, Kasumi left the staff room. The afternoon heat gradually dissipated, a cool breeze blew gently, and night fell. Kasumi crossed the parking lot on the inside of the school building and headed towards the karate room. It was quieter here, with many trees and the sounds of insects everywhere. For Yonekura's sake, Kasumi canceled her date with Takase; she was determined to have a good talk with Yonekura today. The karate room was built on a small hill next to the school building. She went in and found no one there, so she walked towards the inner room. "Hey! Can I borrow a light?" "It's in my pants pocket." "I want one too!" "You always smoke other people's cigarettes." Kasumi stood surprised at the doorway on the inside. The room light shone through the foggy glass, and she immediately spotted a figure. "Smoking is best after sweating!" "Yeah, especially after sweating a lot." Everyone laughed. "Hey, there's smoke everywhere, open the window!" That's right, they were smoking where the teacher hadn't noticed. A sense of duty as a teacher welled up in Kasumi's chest; she couldn't let this go unpunished. Kasumi knocked on the door again. There were five people in the room. They all turned around, looking panicked. Some had hidden cigarettes, while others were changing clothes, quickly putting their pants back on. "What are you doing! This is school grounds. At least you're all minors, and the law prohibits smoking!" Seeing their disheveled state, Kasumi immediately entered the room, only to be stopped. "Even if you're a teacher, what do you want?" The first to speak was still the leader, Yonekura. "This is the men's changing room. No barging in." "What do you want?" Incited by Yonekura, the others joined in the shouting. Kasumi glared at Yonekura indifferently and said, "It's too late!" "Get out here now!" "Take out your student IDs before you leave!" Smoking would result in at least a week's suspension, and although they knew this, they felt confused and glanced back at Yonekura. "Quick, hand over your student IDs, what's wrong!" "Yonekura-senpai, what should we do?" Komiya cried. "This is my third time breaking the rules. It would be terrible if I got expelled." "Teacher, Komiya's mother works alone and has to take care of her younger sister and sick father. If she gets expelled, she won't be able to find a good job in the future," said the deputy leader, Itada. "If you knew, why did you smoke? This isn't something I can decide; I was just reporting it to my superiors!" "Damn it, this woman!" "Don't worry, I'll explain Komiya's situation to my superiors. The teachers should understand." "If it's so good, aren't you just hoping we'd be expelled?" "Absolutely not! You can't treat the teachers like that. I should be the one making the decisions!" "You're kidding! We don't believe you!" The four of them stood up and surrounded Kasumi. "What are you doing? Don't do anything rash!" Kasumi suppressed her agitation and said calmly. At this moment, the other party became even more provocative. However, Kasumi had learned self-defense techniques and was a second-degree black belt in Shaolin Kung Fu, which was more than enough to deal with ordinary men. But there were three of them, and they were hot-blooded high school karate club members. It was best not to act rashly. "Get out of the way!" Kasumi said to Itada, who was standing at the door. "Yonekura-senpai, what do we do? Should we go home now?" "Yonekura, tell them to leave!" Yonekura glared at Kasumi, whose back was to him. "Senpai!" The four boys urged Yonekura to give the order to attack in unison. "Teacher, I want to ask you one more thing. What exactly are you doing here?" "Let me in and I'll tell you!" "Okay, hey! Itagaki, let her in!" "No, I won't let her in, Yonekura-senpai, I didn't know you were such a coward! Hey! Everyone..." "Perfect! We're eager to see your naked body." At this moment, two people pounced from behind, pinning Kasumi's hands down. Instantly, Kasumi, bending down, used both elbows to strike the opponent's heart. One fell, another grabbed his arms, and then the two in front attacked from the front. Kasumi met the attack with both hands, striking the opponent's vital point with her left hand, and quickly kicking Itagaki in the heart, stomping on the students' feet with the heel of her high heel. Immediately, all four boys were on the ground, but Kasumi had also exerted all her strength. "Teacher, come on! Shaolin Kung Fu, it's my turn this time!" Yonekura, who hadn't made a move yet, took off his shirt, revealing his bare upper body. "Yonekura, what are you doing?" "I saw your underwear when you raised your foot, so I couldn't contain my excitement." After saying that, he punched Kasumi in the stomach with a four-point punch. Kasumi turned around and kicked Yonekura in the chest with her left foot. Instantly... "Ah..." Kasumi, whose ankle was hit by a fist as hard as a stone, lost her balance and fell to the ground. "Come on, tie her up with straps!" The four wounded men were suddenly invigorated and pounced on the mature female college student lying in front of them. "I hate it!" Kasumi cried out for the first time. No matter how much she struggled, she was held down by eight hands and could no longer move. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her legs were spread open and fixed with a meter-long bamboo pole. Something like underwear was stuffed into her mouth. It was completely beyond Kasumi's imagination, it was like being in hell, and everything went black before her eyes. Kasumi couldn't believe she'd ended up like this. She looked like a baby having her diaper changed; her denim mini-panties were pulled up completely, exposing her fair thighs, especially her sensitive areas, and her polka-dot panties were exposed to the light. "Wow! Such cute panties." "Look, that bulge!" "That's…" All eyes were fixed on her bulging vulva and the wrinkled polka-dot panties. "Hey! So soft, so comfortable!" "Ugh!" Kasumi let out indistinct moans as someone's fingers groped inside her panties. "How about it, let me touch it!" Several hands frantically groped Kasumi's sexy thighs, even pulling down her panties. "Hey, hurry up and take your panties off." "Yeah, I want to see them sooner." Kasumi continued to moan, shaking her head frantically and writhing in pain. "Wait a minute!" Yonekura stopped his companions and stood up from his special spot. "This is your first time, let me teach you how to treat a woman!" He took out a knife and slashed open the sides of her panties, making a tearing sound. "Teacher, I want to ask you, are you a virgin?" Kasumi looked at Yonekura, her eyes filled with tears of regret, and nodded frantically. She thought that if she told him she was a virgin, she might not be raped… "Then, I'll take a good look at a virgin's body." Her panties were ripped off. Kasumi froze, her mind filled with only one thought—to die. Her genitals, which even her boyfriend wouldn't let her see, were now exposed to five boys under bright lights. Thick pubic hair, rosy labia, and excretory organs she couldn't even see clearly. The four boys, including Yonekura, were captivated by the college student's fresh genitals, speechless, simply staring silently. Kasumi felt instantly ashamed, tears welling in her eyes while simultaneously experiencing an unusual excitement. It was exactly the same feeling she had when she first received Takase's kisses and caresses on the park bench. Kasumi felt incredibly embarrassed and couldn't explain herself, only that her genitals had been seen. Unconsciously, Yonekura's manipulation aroused Kasumi's genitals and senses. "How about that? Everyone saw it, now let's see inside!" "Ouch!" Feeling a surge of heat, Kasumi felt an electric shock from her knees to her thighs, her muscles twitching. "Wow, I know, her…" "What is this?" "A woman's erogenous zone, it's what makes her excited when touched like this." Yonekura…Yonekura slowly stroked the mucous membranes on both sides, and when he even inserted his fingers, Kasumi's body would twist. "What is this, do you know?" "Put it inside?" "No, this is the urethra, for urinating." "Then, what about down there?" "This is the vulva, because you're a virgin, it's tightly closed." Yonekura pointed with his thumb. "Teacher, do you often masturbate yourself?" Kasumi shook her head weakly, no longer able to resist. But conversely, her senses were beyond her control, burning fiercely like a fire on dry grass. "Senpai, if we do this, won't the hymen break?" "Don't worry, the hymen isn't like what you think." Saying this, Yonekura suddenly calmed down. "Yonekura-senpai, let us touch it too." "I can't hold back anymore!" Some of them exposed their penises and were masturbating with their right hands. Yonekura grabbed Kasumi's chin with his right hand and stared at her face. "Teacher, how does it feel? Your lower body is all wet, aren't you ashamed?" Kasumi shook her head, her secret exposed. She didn't know, she just felt seen. "Ah, really, so wet!" "You can feel it!" "Actually, you're here to peep at our naked bodies, right?" Kasumi was shocked and tried to resist, but her limbs were bound, completely immobile. Someone unbuttoned Kasumi's shirt, and her polka-dot bra, matching her underwear, was pulled down, revealing her breasts. Her full breasts were roughly caressed, her poor little nipples sucked until they were numb. Her sensitive lower body wasn't touched by fingers, but by something extremely soft and warm. This touch was different from smooth skin, and Kasumi felt a strong shock. Someone was taking turns licking her lower body with their tongue, feeling sticky saliva and drool. Even her bound hands and feet were being licked. "Teacher, excuse me, I'll gag you." Yonekura removed the panties from Kasumi's mouth and pressed them against her lower abdomen. "Look, I'm going to bite, bite as hard as you can..." The first time, the man was especially excited. She couldn't take it anymore... The virgin's body was being touched for the first time by this intoxicating feeling of ecstasy and the intertwined pleasure. Kasumi had completely lost herself. Several hands, dozens of fingers, and then lips and tongue, the man was playing with and humiliating this sexy young female college student's body in his own way. Yonekura, who was uttering foul language, was half self-torture and half lustful caresses. (It's all over, completely ruined.) Kasumi felt that way. Kasumi began to struggle fiercely, which made everyone even happier, and they cursed Kasumi with foul language. "Where did that arrogant attitude from class go?" "Where did that imposing manner go?" "So wet, moaning so loudly, aren't you ashamed?" "Look, you get excited when your fingers are inserted..." Kasumi didn't even have the strength to control the lewd movements her body displayed. Rather, in being violated, Kasumi instinctively felt a sadistic pleasure, desiring to be even more lewd and depraved. Kasumi's discomfort, and her hot, languid moans, ignited the students' desires. Although her beautiful face was soaked with tears, it was being sucked by a small, soft tongue. The indescribable sensations and the teacher's depraved behavior were beyond even Mikaku's imagination. (Eat! Teacher!) Kasumi closed her eyes and quietly sucked on the young boy's penis. In any case, these boys did not take her virginity, although the shock Kasumi suffered was greater than that. If it's not a crime if the hymen isn't broken, whether it's out of kindness or ignorance of the method, in any case, Kasumi, though violated, was still a virgin. Second, when Kasumi opened her eyes after being shaken off her shoulders, she saw Sasa's worried look. She seemed to have fainted. The five students were nowhere to be seen, leaving only Kasumi abandoned in the room filled with the stench of men's sweat and cigarettes. She hadn't paid attention before, but the stench now felt particularly strong. Sasa affectionately picked up Kasumi and carried her outside. Her disheveled clothes were much neater by the time Kasumi noticed; Sasa must have tidied her up. Kasumi's opinion of Sasa immediately changed, and she didn't ask a single question until they got into the car. A sliver of joy appeared in Kasumi's otherwise foul mood. "After attending the Education Committee meeting, I left some things at school, so I came back to get them," Sasa said as she drove. "After retrieving what I forgot, on my way to the parking lot, I saw the lights in the karate room were still on, which seemed strange, so I went to check it out. It was already past seven o'clock, why were there still people there?" So she asked Kasumi, "Tell me what's wrong, you can start anywhere." "..." "You were raped!" Kasumi nodded silently. "It was a karate student." Kasumi nodded again. "Do you know who it was? Tell me the name!" Kasumi shook her head and burst into tears. "Let's rest there for a bit..." Sasa said, still giving the same lustful look as she gazed at the fair, white leg on the dimly lit car seat. Sasa took her to a small motel by the highway. Even though Kasumi had never been to such a place before, she wasn't averse to it. For Kasumi now, anywhere was fine, as long as she could rest, so she didn't care much about Sasa's attitude. Normally, Kasumi would never go to such places with other men. Sasa picked up a heavy-looking black leather suitcase from the back seat of the car and carried it in her hand. Entering the house, Kasumi went to shower first. When she took off her soiled clothes, she realized she wasn't wearing underwear. Kasumi washed her face briefly. When Sasa entered the room, she vaguely remembered lying there in a shameful state, her hands and feet untied by the students. But the students certainly wouldn't have helped her tidy her clothes; her exposed breasts from her shirt, and of course, her legs and genitals were all visible from her skirt being pulled up. It wouldn't be right to be completely unsuspecting of a woman who offered help. How would an ordinary man feel about a half-naked, unconscious woman? Especially if she was someone who had been watching him closely; wouldn't he have impure thoughts? Since she was unconscious, rape would be easy. Come to think of it, she did feel Sasa's left hand inside her skirt. Kasumi shook her head frantically. (What am I thinking? How rude of me to have such thoughts about the man who saved me. I'm overthinking things...) In the bright bathroom, Kasumi thoroughly washed away the sweat and saliva the student had left on her skin, but no matter how much she washed, she felt it wasn't clean enough. She spread her legs and cleaned her genitals with her fingers; the water made them appear exceptionally bright red. This place had been spied on, abused, and even licked… The thought shocked her again, and her genitals suddenly ached. She gently stroked her labia with her little finger, a wave of pleasure washing over her, the hot water dripping onto her beautiful skin making her shiver as if she were about to convulse. (Strange, why am I feeling this way?) Kasumi had almost no experience with masturbation. In high school, out of curiosity, she had done it two or three times, but it didn't feel good at all. The night she had her first kiss with Takata, she finally masturbated, and although it was quite pleasurable at the time, she hadn't reached orgasm. Why was she feeling this way today? [Recent rating record: av王爷威奉+5 I agree!] Thanks for sharing! 2007-12-20 03:06 uid86992 Posts 201 Featured 0 Points 512 Prestige 512 Points Money 0 RMB Contribution Value 0 Reply Value 43 Points Warning Value 0 Views Permission 30 Online Time 156 Hours Registered 2007-7-26 Last Login 2010-1-13 View Details Quote Reply top tigerish Iron Box Send Message Add as Friend Currently Offline 2# Large Medium Small Posted 2007-12-20 01:57. The author, upon realizing Sasa was present, thoroughly washed herself before emerging. Returning to her room in her soiled clothes, Kasumi was startled to find Sasa taking a beer from the refrigerator and drinking it herself. "Ah, you're drinking beer." Sasa's dark face flushed red, still lecherous, and she said in surprise, "Teacher should be drinking beer even more." Kasumi, not wearing underwear, appeared very nervous, sitting down with her legs together in front of Sasa. "Is it okay?" "What is it?" "Driving after drinking beer?" Sasa interrupted Kasumi's question, revealing an ambiguous smile, urging her to drink beer. Kasumi refused to drink, but Sasa insisted on pouring her a glass, saying, "Just one glass is enough." After Kasumi drank it, Sasa said, "As you said, I can't drive after drinking beer, so I'll be staying here tonight, of course with you, Ms. Miyazaki." "You..." Sasa's face instantly turned very sinister, and Kasumi stared blankly at him. "Ms. Miyazaki, I have two reasons why I can't take you home. Today I attended the education committee meeting, and I was nominated as the principal of the newly established prefectural high school. If the principal's nephew is found out about assaulting a female student teacher, I'm finished. The other reason is that I lied earlier. To be honest, when you went from the school building to the karate room, I happened to be in the school parking lot, so I followed you. I saw everything the students did to you in the room." "..." Kasumi was speechless, but still pressed on. "Then why didn't you save me?" Although Kasumi's tone was accusatory, Sasa smiled slyly. "I did want to save you at first, but I hesitated, wanting to understand your true nature. Three weeks of observation is too short. You could say we're birds of a feather. Miyazaki Kasumi is particularly sensitive to other people's gazes, you could say it's sexual arousal. You're a woman with that kind of fetish, so my assessment is correct. Miyazaki Kasumi was spied on by five students..." "Ugh, stop it!" Kasumi covered her ears, shaking her head excitedly, feeling terrified and shocked by these words. For Kasumi, rather than blaming Sasa's despicable methods, she regretted shamelessly following him to this motel. But regret was useless. If she didn't run away, she was doomed. She absolutely refused to be embraced by such a hateful and despicable man; just thinking about it made her feel nauseous. Perhaps death was better. A sudden surge of rebellion welled up in Kasumi's chest, but at the same time, her mind became sluggish, and her vision blurred. By the time she realized she had taken sleeping pills, it was too late. As Kasumi realized there were two kinds of beer on the table, sleep beckoned to her, and she slumped into Sasa's arms. Seeing Kasumi's struggle in the karate room, Sasa cautiously shook her. She was just a young girl, and Sasa was easily raped, but he remained careful. He placed the sleeping Kasumi on the bed, took out a camera and rope from a box, and first photographed the young female college student lying on the bed. Then he unbuttoned her shirt, pulled up her bra, revealing her full breasts. (rozandco)"It's been so long since I've seen a female college student." Sasa couldn't resist licking the full breasts that had been bathed in hot water. After licking the left breast, she licked the right one, those soft, full, and beautiful breasts. The cute, bean-like nipples, licked by the middle-aged man's saliva and tongue, immediately swelled and hardened. The baby-soft skin was so tender that she never tired of licking it, even after hours. Sasa temporarily stopped her misdeeds, placing Kasumi's head on the pillow, one hand holding her breast, the other reaching under her skirt, spreading her legs wide, revealing her genitals from her thighs to her pubic hair. After pressing the shutter, she moved on to taking even bolder shots. The denim mini-skirt was merely an accessory; with her legs spread in an M-shape, the female college student's labia were clearly visible between her fair thighs. Sasa used her chubby fingers to part her labia and inserted Kasumi's two cute little fingers inside. "Ugh...ugh..." Kasumi sighed softly, her head tilting to the left. Sasa looked up in alarm, waiting until Kasumi stopped moving. She glanced at the camera; Kasumi, photographed through the lens, appeared even more erotic than she did to the naked eye. To create a more dramatic shot, Sasa licked Kasumi's lips with her tongue. Kasumi's lips were full and soft, and Sasa kissed them haphazardly. IV. "Ms. Miyazaki, please come here for a moment." Kasumi shrugged; it was lunchtime the next day. Having been brought back to school from the motel where she stayed the previous night, Kasumi was trembling like a little rabbit, wondering when Sasa would make another unreasonable demand. But Sasa was toying with Kasumi's heart, staring lustfully at her crotch as usual. Finally, she arrived. Kasumi reluctantly walked to Sasa's table. "What's wrong? You seem a bit listless today?" Sasa, smoking a cigarette, pretended not to notice and lit one. "Nothing!" Kasumi replied coldly and sat down. "Here's the thing, your internship ends tomorrow, and you'll have a small quiz today and tomorrow!" Sasa's desk was against the wall, and it was lunchtime. Most of the teachers had gone outside to play badminton, which was currently very popular on campus, leaving only a few teachers in the staff room. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sasa slipped her left hand inside her miniskirt, groping around. Kasumi looked extremely embarrassed, the books piled on her desk conveniently concealing her, and sitting opposite her was the talkative, pretentious Ogihara Mitsuko. The older Mitsuko had a rather composed expression, but she kept gossiping about what was inside Kasumi's miniskirt. Of course, not only the students, but even the teachers were jealous of this popular intern teacher. ＊＊＊ Kasumi carefully spread her knees without attracting Mitsuko's attention, but Sasa's hairy hands kept stroking her fair thighs. Kasumi grabbed her wrist in protest. Sasa coughed lightly. "Here are some test questions, you can use them as a kind of English essay test." As she spoke, she showed Kasumi the words written on the note. "Spread your legs, or I'll release the photos." Seeing Sasa slightly pull a photo from her breast pocket, Kasumi hurriedly nodded in agreement. As Kasumi slowly spread her knees, Sasa inserted her own knee, widening Kasumi's knees even further, even rolling up her denim miniskirt. Kasumi was startled; if Ogihara Mitsuko stood up, she would see everything clearly, and she didn't know when someone might burst in through the door on her right. Luckily, she was wearing underwear; Sasa had taken it out of her black suitcase this morning and lent it to her. Sasa, who had a penchant for collecting underwear, picked out the smallest, light blue bikini and gave it to her. Wearing it, Kasumi's buttocks became very tight; when walking or sitting, the sensitive areas of her buttocks felt like they were being bitten. Therefore, Kasumi kept running to the restroom, pulling up her underwear that was about to fall down. "Your next class is Class 3-A. Use class time for the quiz. Think of the questions yourself." "Yes..." When she picked up the paper and textbook, she saw the note again. "Take off your underwear now." Kasumi shook her head. As usual, Sasa put the photo on the table. She had no choice but to do as she was told. As long as Ogiwara Mitsuko didn't notice, it would be fine. If she stood up to go to the restroom or another teacher barged in, she would just have to leave it to fate. While keeping an eye on Mitsuko, Kasumi pulled her underwear down to the middle of her thighs. At this moment, Mitsuko glanced over from the side of her dark glasses. Kasumi hurriedly sat down, forcing a smile. Mitsuko curiously peeked over from the bookshelf. If she stood up, it would be bad. "Ogiwara-sensei, the scope of this final exam is..." Sasa coughed slightly and came to the rescue. Meanwhile, Kasumi's panties had already fallen down to her knees; with the slightest movement of her feet, the light blue panties would fall to her feet. So, Sasa deliberately picked up the pen that had fallen to the ground and then removed the panties from Kasumi's feet. Now Kasumi was sitting on the chair with her entire bottom facing down, a truly unpleasant position. Holding the panties in his hand, Sasa took a piece of white cloth from a drawer, smelled the panties, wrapped them in the cloth, and put them in his pocket. This man was really strange; Kasumi both despised and felt quite sorry for Sasa, who wasn't taking her virginity but only making strange demands. While Kasumi was doing her test, Sasa's fingers never left her soft, fair skin. Kasumi hated his behavior and wanted to scream, but Sasa didn't care at all. Of course, Sasa wasn't satisfied with this behavior, so he took out aphrodisiacs from his black leather suitcase, scooped some up with his fingers, and smeared it on Kasumi's thighs, including her inner thighs and labia. Until the end of lunch break, Sasa's fat fingers continued to play with Kasumi's labia. The first class after lunch break was the class of Itada, one of the students who had assaulted Kasumi the day before. Kasumi wasn't allowed to wear flesh-colored pants, and her skirt was very short; one could imagine the embarrassment she would face going up the stairs. The thought of someone looking up from below, or her tripping on the stairs, made Kasumi walk unsteadily. Looking at some of the students, of course, no one noticed anything unusual about Kasumi. Some students felt a pang of sadness, knowing they would never see this student teacher again. "The internship ends tomorrow, and today is your class's last class. I want to understand how much you've absorbed from my teaching over the past three weeks, so I'd like to give you a small quiz. It has nothing to do with grades, so please relax." After distributing the test papers to the students, Kasumi began writing the quiz questions on the blackboard. Because the platform was raised, and without stretching out her arms, she couldn't reach the top of the blackboard. The lotion she had applied during lunch break suddenly took effect; Kasumi felt that some students' eyes weren't on the blackboard but on her beautiful buttocks and thighs. Kasumi's senses were instantly filled with disgust, yet also stimulated. While writing the questions, Kasumi used half her body strength, keeping her legs tightly open to prevent the seeping liquid from leaking out. Otherwise, since she wasn't wearing underwear, the lewd liquid would flow from her inner thighs down to the bottom of her miniskirt. The classroom was filled with the atmosphere of an exam. Kasumi's job was to supervise the students taking the test, but this time it wasn't. Kasumi sat at the lectern in the center of the platform, looking at her book. The lectern was high, and there were partitions in front and on both sides, so she didn't have to worry about being seen doing anything with her lower body. Kasumi desperately tried to overcome the effects of the aphrodisiac, clenching her teeth, gripping her hands tightly, and rubbing her knees incessantly, but her labia were unusually itchy, a seductive aura arose, followed by the flow of fluid. She couldn't bear it until the end of get out of class, but running out of the classroom during the test wouldn't be appropriate. So Kasumi took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her face, while glancing around the classroom. The students were all engrossed in writing their exam papers. Kasumi turned downwards, slightly shifting her buttocks forward to spread her knees, and used the handkerchief to wipe the inside of her thighs. As she wiped her pubic hair down to her labia with the handkerchief, her knees trembled slightly. Kasumi hoped to end the test quickly. To completely remove the grime, she had to place the handkerchief in the center of her labia to absorb the fluid. While wiping her thighs with the handkerchief, an indescribable sensation flowed from her fingertips, and Kasumi clenched her hands tightly. No, not here! Kasumi desperately told herself. As she pulled the handkerchief away, several students noticed their teacher's strange behavior and glanced at Kasumi. "Don't look anywhere else!" Kasumi managed to say, but her heart was in turmoil due to intense lewd fantasies. She had to open her labia in front of this table. The students were confused. What was she doing? (http://ywcszb)Thinking of this, she felt dizzy and ashamed, and a large amount of sticky fluid flowed from her labia. Kasumi panicked, but it was too late to close her labia, so she quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe it away. She was afraid the students had seen her actions, and her body was aroused again. (Please, don't look, the teacher looks terrible like this.) She muttered to herself several times, while her hands reached inside her miniskirt, spread her legs, and vigorously stroked her labia with her fingers to make it feel even better. Ah… I've already done it, just pretend you didn't see. The teacher's labia are already very wet. Look… my fingers, labia, and thighs are all sticky. If you see this, you'll immediately feel uncomfortable. This is the most sensitive part of a woman's body; it was originally hard like a pearl, but unknowingly it has become so red, soft, and swollen. Her consciousness had already become blurred, and she didn't even understand herself. "Miyazaki-sensei…" Hearing the shout, Kasumi, regaining her senses, realized that more than half of the students were staring in her direction. She panicked, unsure how long she had been lost in her fantasies. Kasumi held her breath, looking at the student who had asked the question. "What is it?" "Teacher, I have a question!" The student who raised his hand was Itada, a member of the karate club sitting at the back by the window. Kasumi was obligated to patrol among the students while supervising exams. Quickly wiping her labia, Kasumi hid the handkerchief in the book she was reading and stood up. As she left her seat, she hurriedly tucked her legs into her miniskirt. She wasn't wearing underwear, so even the slightest movement caused fluid to leak from her vulva. Kasumi walked past the students to Itada and asked him earnestly, as he was one of the delinquent students who had played with her yesterday. "Teacher, I can't pronounce this word!" Itada pointed to the center of his answer sheet. Having no other choice, she leaned closer to look; the words were written in hasty handwriting. "Don't let yesterday's events be too embarrassing. Quickly roll up your miniskirt now, I want to see!" Kasumi was shocked and embarrassed. Itada had already slipped his right hand inside Kasumi's miniskirt, reaching the inside of her buttocks. Ah! In an instant, Kasumi's vision went black, but Itada was the most shocked. His palm directly touched the skin covered in her juices. Half-believing, he turned around to peek at the rolled-up miniskirt and her taut, peach-like buttocks. "How is it, teacher?" Itada looked at the expression on Kasumi's face. Kasumi lowered her head shyly, unable to move even if she wanted to escape. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Itada stroked Kasumi's soft buttocks, making her genitals face the table, and used a pencil to slightly lift her miniskirt without attracting the attention of other students. (Why didn't she run away? She just stood here silently.) But Kasumi didn't move at all, exposing her genitals in front of the window. If anyone turned around to look, she would be in big trouble. This further aroused Kasumi's perverse senses. When her miniskirt was lifted, it was completely exposed, including her thick pubic hair and entire labia. Itada looked at Kasumi's face and her labia, which were slightly higher than the table, with an expression of disbelief. Then, with a lustful look in his eyes, he leaned closer and began to play with them. Her soft, moist labia unconsciously closed tightly. Due to her unusual excitement, Kasumi sincerely hoped that the students having physical education class on campus could see her posture on the second floor. Itada licked his fingers that he had just withdrawn, hugged Kasumi's waist, and pressed his face close to hers. Kasumi screamed in panic as the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class. Pulling her skirt back up, Kasumi returned to the podium. Midway through, the honey-like fluid flowing from her labia had accumulated on her inner thighs. "Teacher, these are what everyone bought." After accepting the bouquets from the students and saying thank you, she quickly fled the classroom.

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