【My SM Life with Teacher Y】(01) 【Author: cscqqqq】

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********** 　　... On her very first day of registration, she got to know 　　everyone in our class and visited each of their dorms. If it weren't for the fact that her name is autumn in reverse, 　　I probably would have called her a troublemaker for the entire university. 　　As for the dinner party she mentioned, I naturally didn't want to go; cleaning the dorm was just an excuse. If there really was a dinner party, 　　my roommates definitely wouldn't miss this great opportunity to meet girls. And their dinner party time was my 　　time alone in the dorm. 　　My name is Xia Xiaodong, a freshman, and I was admitted to the medical school of L University this year. 　　2 　　Summer nights come a little later. While it was still light, my roommates were already excitedly rushing to 　　the dinner party location, and before leaving, they kept discussing which girl in the class had a good figure and which one didn't look like 　　a virgin. 　　Vulgar. I thought to myself. 　　Although there wasn't that much to clean in the dorm, these past two days of registration had kept me quite busy. 　　At this moment, I just wanted to lie in bed and rest, and also test the school's Wi-Fi. 　　The internet speed was pretty good, so I watched a few cartoons while lying down. As darkness fell, my roommates 　　showed no sign of coming back; they were probably going to stay out all night with the girls. 　　Since that was the case, I figured I might as well do something a little more exciting. I rolled over and opened a secret webpage in my bookmarks 　　. 　　This "secret webpage," of course, was my own little secret. Every guy watches porn to some extent 　　and has his own preferences. I like female-dominated femtos, and this fetish has influenced 　　my real life, making me particularly reluctant to ask girls out. I usually 　　refuse social occasions like tonight. I've always fantasized about a girl treating me roughly, 　　conquering me like a domineering CEO. But that's definitely impossible in real life. 　　I opened the webpage, clicked on a video, and was surprised that the school's Wi-Fi allowed access to such websites; the network department really 　　didn't seem to have any restrictions. I then started reading a few English femtobook novels, my other 　　hand unconsciously reaching for my crotch. 　　A little masturbation wouldn't hurt; I was alone in the dorm tonight anyway. As the stimulating text on the screen appeared 　　, my hand slowly began to move. 　　"Dongdongdong," 　　came a knock on the door. 　　I sat bolt upright in bed, glancing at the time. It was only 8:30 PM; my roommate couldn't possibly be back this early , 　　could she? 　　The knocking showed no sign of stopping. 　　I quickly pulled up my pants, jumped out of bed, put my phone on the table, and ran to open the door. 　　"Why are you back so early…?" I thought it was my roommate, but before I could finish speaking, I was 　　stunned by the person standing before me. 　　Standing before me was an extremely beautiful woman. She had long, black hair reaching her waist, 　　skin as white as a European's, a nose higher than the average woman's, and beautiful, delicate features. She seemed 　　to be a little taller than me, and her figure below the waist was the envy of any woman. 　　The glimpse of flesh peeking out between her clothes and pants allowed me to vaguely see her abs, indicating she was a woman who maintained a fitness routine. What truly 　　astonished me were her enormous breasts. Although she was wearing a regular summer dress that wasn't low-cut, even with some attempt at concealment, 　　I could still see her breasts practically bursting out, and even through her clothes, I could clearly see the perfect curves of her body from her neck to her chest 　　. Even in Japanese adult films, I rarely see such a perfect figure; even Western porn stars might not 　　possess such perfect naturalism. 　　"Hello…" I was still reeling from the shock, not even considering why a woman was 　　in the boys' dormitory. To be honest, I was captivated by the woman before me. This was the first time in my life 　　I had seen such a beautiful woman in real life; I had always thought such women only existed in the world of anime and manga. 　　"Why are you alone? Where are the other boys?" she asked, glancing around my dormitory. 　　"Ah... the boys must have all gone out for dinner. I had to tidy up my dorm tonight, so I didn't go." I 　　scratched my head and said, "May I ask who you are?" 　　"Oh, I see. It seems you don't know yet." The woman walked directly into my dorm. "My name is Y, and I'm your 　　class teacher. I was hoping to meet you all tonight, but all the boys are gone. It seems the girls aren't 　　in the dorm either?" 　　So she's a teacher. No wonder she can come into the boys' dorm so late. 　　"Yes, teacher. Should I call them back?" I asked, feeling lost. 　　Speaking of phones, I only have the number of that fussy class monitor; I haven't had time to memorize my roommate's number yet. 　　If I call them now, I wonder how drunk they'll be. I feel like it might backfire in front of the teacher... 　　"No need, I'll see you all in class tomorrow anyway, so let's just see you tomorrow." Teacher Y put on 　　an indifferent expression, but she kept looking around my dorm.

"Your dorm is much cleaner than I expected for a boys' dorm." I couldn't tell if she was complimenting me
or being sarcastic.
Suddenly, she stopped looking around and focused her gaze on one spot. I followed her gaze and saw that she
was quietly staring at my phone on the table. It was then that I realized how big of a mistake I'd made. I'd been
in such a rush getting out of bed that I'd thrown my phone on the table and forgotten to lock it.
Good heavens, how could I do something so stupid! Who knew a woman would walk in at this hour, especially
my teacher… I was so incredibly stupid. If it were my roommates, they would have used their keys to open the door themselves. The other boys
were all out having dinner; anyone knocking must have been someone else!
But I still have to thank myself. There are so few Chinese fandom novels; to find more interesting ones,
I can only read English and Japanese. I'm so glad the text on my phone is all in English;
she probably wouldn't understand anything like "pegging" or "strapp."
Don't try to understand this, or my college life will be over...
"Oh? Studying English in your dorm by yourself?" Teacher Y narrowed her eyes and gave me a meaningful
smile. I didn't know what her smile meant, and at this moment, I couldn't think too much. I could only go along with what she meant
.
"Just looking around... I'm just killing time in my dorm anyway..." I replied.
Teacher Y walked out of the dorm and then turned back to ask me, "What's your name, student?"
"Xia Xiaodong. Teacher, feel free to contact me if you need any help." I had to quickly take this opportunity to curry favor with my class advisor.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then. I look forward to your performance." With that, she left the boys' dorm.
The huge weight on my chest finally lifted. At least I got through this tense situation. From now on, even if I'm alone
in the dorm, I absolutely can't do anything bad anymore; it's too dangerous. I quickly closed the page on my phone
. If my roommate found out and started asking questions, it would be endless.
But Teacher Y is really beautiful. I don't know if it's my inner sister-complex acting up or because Teacher Y
is such a beauty, but after she left, all I could think about was her beauty—her long hair, her huge
breasts, her long legs, and the faint outline of her abs…
Isn't this just like being a pervert? I patted my face to bring myself back to reality. As a homebody, I
must maintain my dignity and never act like a pervert…
However, immersed in tension and erotic fantasies, I completely failed to understand
what Teacher Y meant by saying "See you tomorrow"…
3.
Back to the present.
I opened my eyes in the morning, and sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the window.
I threw back the covers, ready to wash up, but found that I couldn't move at all.
Teacher Y was wrapped around me like a python, completely naked, her huge breasts
pressed tightly against my chest, giving me the first time in my life that I felt dizzy from breastfeeding.
"Baby, you're awake," she said playfully.
"Teacher, could you please get up? I can't breathe..." I tried to push her away.
"No, you were so good last night, why are you complaining about me this morning?" Teacher Y pretended to be very aggrieved
, looking at me with teary eyes.
Speaking of last night, I was really exhausted by her. After the usual sex, she took out
a stun gun from who-knows-where and shocked me all over. My anus is still aching slightly.
As for her reason for doing this, it was because she was jealous, just like with other women. However, the price of making her jealous
almost killed me.
Teacher Y and I are now living together. It's not quite right to describe us as lovers;
our relationship is more than that. She is my girlfriend and my teacher. She's like an older sister and
a mother to me, but in bed, we're like opposites, and I've become her toy for release.
"Teacher Y, get up! If you don't get up, I won't make you breakfast... Ah... Ah..."
Before I could finish my scolding, I was silenced by a wave of pleasure in my lower body. While
I wasn't looking, Teacher Y took my penis into her mouth, her tongue circling the glans
and coronal sulcus, occasionally vibrating it with the base of her tongue, like a vibrating egg pressing against the glans,
bringing a tingling, pleasurable sensation, yet softer and more comfortable than a vibrator.
Her fingers weren't idle either. Coated with saliva dripping from the sides of my penis, they slowly
slid around my anus, occasionally gently inserting themselves. She knew my weaknesses perfectly, knew exactly where my body was sensitive
. This pincer attack assaulted my nerves simultaneously, and soon I was about to lose control.
"Teacher Y... Stop... I can't take it anymore... I have class today... I really can't ejaculate anymore...
"
I don't know how many times I ejaculated last night; in the end, I didn't even remember how I fell asleep.
However, this slut wasn't going to let me off the hook this morning.
With a "slip," Teacher Y's mouth left my penis, and the fingers on my anus stopped moving.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed I could rest this morning.
"Baby, do you think I stopped giving you oral sex so you could rest?" she smiled maliciously at me
.
I was startled… I opened my eyes wide and looked at her, wondering what she was going to do next.
Suddenly, she straddled me, parting her legs to reveal her already overflowing vulva
.
"She didn't eat your cock last night, and this morning she kept telling me she was starving…" Teacher Y grinned lewdly,
staring at me intently. Then, she directly took my erect penis into her vulva. In an instant, a warm and smooth
sensation enveloped my penis. Even though I had ejaculated so many times last night, at this moment I was still lost in
Teacher Y's perfect genitals. Although this was normal intercourse, Teacher Y held all the power.
I lay flat on the bed like a lamb to the slaughter, while she thrust her powerful hips up and down against my
hips, her vulva between her legs sucking on my penis.
More and more fluid flowed down my lower abdomen and inner thighs. I didn't know if it was my prostatic
fluid or the vaginal fluid from Teacher Y. With each thrust, my penis was subjected to a full-body squeeze,
and this squeeze transformed into unparalleled pleasure that surged through my brain. All I could do was immerse myself
in the joy and happiness she gave me, completely ignoring all the fatigue and exhaustion. In the face of such perfect genitals,
I would be willing to be squeezed to death...
The only thing I could do was grab her firm, large breasts with my hands, caressing and kneading them, venting my
slight dissatisfaction with the woman violating me on her chest, the only part of her body I could attack. And Teacher Y, faced with my
ravaging of her breasts, became even more energetic, increasing the frequency of her hip thrusts, and the force of her hips hitting my body
became increasingly fierce.
"Playing with me... ravaging me... just like I play with your little chrysanthemum... come on, baby..." Teacher Y
uttered lewd words that were unbecoming of her teacher status, and these words made me feel as if I were poisoned, completely succumbing
to the lust between us. Although it was early morning, my senses were already hazy, blurring the lines between day and night.
My focus was solely on the penis enveloped by her genitals, savoring the pleasure she was giving me.
Finally, amidst her screams and my groans, we both reached orgasm, and I
ejaculated my first load of the morning inside her vagina.
After the act, Ms. Y didn't immediately leave my body. She lay on top of me again,
her vagina still gripping my penis, semen mixed with her vaginal fluid flowing down our joined parts onto the bed
, while her large breasts pressed heavily against my chest.
This time, I simply didn't have the strength to tell her that I couldn't breathe. And after a morning of intense
activity, she was too exhausted to continue.
"Time to wash the sheets again. I should have used a condom. Next time you rape me in the morning, you can wash
the sheets," I said, pinching her nipple and slapping her buttocks. "Hehe, actually, I knew you were 　　incredibly good
at housework the first time I saw you in the dorm. From now on, all the housework will be yours!" 　　"Damn it, why should I? I still have to go to school! You're over thirty and you have no self-care skills at all!" 　　I pinched her nipple harder, but she didn't resist; instead, she seemed to enjoy it. 　　"If you don't do the housework, I'll fail you, strip you naked, put a vibrator in your anus, and put you in the classroom 　　so the whole class can see how slutty you are." She said lewdly. 　　Hmm… don't think she's joking; I really think she might do something like that. A yandere older sister 　　's daily life is terrifying. I'd better just stick to making breakfast and cleaning the sheets… 　　As for her being my English teacher, I only found out on the first day of school. And what happened in the boys' dorm the night before school started 　　was the catalyst for our relationship. 　　4. 　　Back to the beginning of freshman year— 　　the first class on the first day was English. 　　I consider myself quite good at English; I passed the TOEFL and SAT in high school, but 　　I stayed in China to study medicine. Although I'm a socially awkward introvert, like other guys, 　　I often show off my strengths in class. Naturally, the first class on my first day of university was 　　a chance to impress the teacher and classmates, so I arrived early and sat in the front row. 　　The other students were clearly drunk the night before; the boys were fast asleep in the back, and the girls were still 　　basking in yesterday's joy, chattering about who got together on the first day, 　　who confessed and got rejected. 　　How boring! I should stay away from these social butterflies and just be a quiet introvert… Ah! 　　I cried out in my heart. 　　"Good morning, Xia Xiaodong," a voice I didn't want to hear rang in my ears. 　　"Good morning, class monitor," I reluctantly turned to look at Ji Qiu. In this environment where I wanted to be alone, 　　this super-social butterfly was sitting next to me. 　　"Have you finished filling out the form I asked you to fill out?" Ji Qiu asked me with a smile. 　　Oh my god! I completely forgot about it… Last night, Teacher Y's incident made me so flustered that I completely 　　forgot I had to hand in the family information form today. 　　"I'll fill it out now…" Although I really didn't want to talk to this person next to me, I could only quickly 　　apologize and take out the form to start writing furiously. Hopefully, I could finish it before class… 　　However, I still had to fill the hole I dug myself. While I was filling out the form, Ji Qiu kept nagging me about 　　how fun last night's party was, and how exciting things happened between the boys and girls. But I 　　really have no interest in your "modern" stuff… Please stop talking, let me enjoy a quiet morning… If I had known 　　this would happen, I would have finished filling out the form even if I hadn't been reading novels last night… 　　As the class bell rang, the noisy classroom returned to silence, and the teacher walked onto the podium. 　　However, the brief peace was immediately broken, and the classroom was filled with hushed whispers, and 　　clearly, there were more male voices than female voices. 　　It's the first class of university, so it's normal for everyone to talk about it. Maybe the teacher is just very pretty? Thinking this 　　, I looked up at the teacher in front of me. 　　See, she really is pretty, no wonder they're talking about her… wait… wait… what's going 　　on?? 　　Standing on the podium was none other than Teacher Y, whom I met in the dormitory last night. 　　Today she was wearing formal teaching attire, still with her waist-length hair, and still sporting that 　　face that could make any man linger. Although her chest was slightly more concealed by the professional attire than yesterday, it still 　　couldn't hide her ample size. 　　It's normal for her to cause discussion among the boys; with a woman like that as their English teacher, surely no one could fail to learn English well, 　　right? 　　"Good morning, everyone. My name is Y, and I'm your undergraduate English teacher, as well as your class 　　advisor. I will be spending five years with you at this university," Teacher Y introduced herself.

"Huh??????" A collective gasp of astonishment filled the classroom. This time, not only the boys were astonished, but
the girls were too. This hot teacher not only taught English throughout the entire university year but was also our class advisor
, accompanying us until graduation—this was absolutely incredible news.
"Great, hehe," I thought to myself, secretly delighted. This way, I could
spend five years with the teacher I fell in love with at first sight, and she even taught me English, my strongest subject. From now on, I wouldn't have to wait for those "real-life" people
to explode anymore; I only needed Teacher Y. Just seeing her was my happiness, and I was on
the path to becoming a winner in life, hahaha…
However, a sense of unease suddenly washed over me.
Teacher Y is… my English teacher??
I suddenly recalled what happened in the dorm last night. Before she left, she stared at my phone screen and
gave me a malicious smile…
Calm down… calm down… I quickly tried to reassure myself, my breathing becoming rapid. Even if I looked at the phone, I might not be able to
read the words clearly. Even an English teacher might not recognize those obscure, vulgar words. She's dressed so
formally, has such a prominent bust, and doesn't expose half of it like other women; she must be a very respectable person.
She definitely wouldn't know the meaning of these words. Besides, even if she did know them, she wouldn't
be able to see them at a glance, right?
In a short time, my brain scanned countless possibilities, constantly trying to find a way out. This
absolutely cannot happen. If it does, my university life is over, my life is over.
My class advisor will think I'm a pervert, and I'll spend five years in a daze…
"Xia Xiaodong, why don't you tell us why you chose to study medicine?" Teacher Y's voice rang in my ears.
"Of course, you have to say it in English."
Without realizing it, she had already walked up to me and asked me to stand up and answer the question. My mind
went blank; I had no idea what had happened before. Why was she standing here? Why did she ask
me a question? Why did she choose me…? Was it because I stupidly sat in the front row? How stupid of me
! If I'd known the English teacher was Y, I definitely wouldn't have been so cocky… Now I can't cover up my bluff, what
to do, what to do, what to do…
Although my heart was churning with emotions, the other students in the class were clearly focused on something else
.
"How does the teacher know his name?" "Could they know each other before?" "How could that be?
Xia Xiaodong looks like a total shut-in, how could he know such a beautiful girl?" "What if they're relatives?"
I couldn't care less about the chatter around me; I had to bite the bullet and get on with it. I had to shut
Teacher Y up; anything could happen if things got awkward.
"Well, I came
to this class for several reasons…" I could only blurt out something without thinking, no matter the outcome, I had to
get through this.
"Good job, Xia Xiaodong." After saying that, Teacher Y clapped her hands in appreciation. "The first
student to ask a question answered so perfectly, I should give him a reward. Come to my office after class,"
Teacher Y said, turning and walking to the podium.
The moment she finished speaking, the students erupted again. Even without turning around, I could feel the boys
' attempts to kill me with their gazes and the girls' prejudice against me, a complete shut-in. Although I wasn't sure if Teacher Y had
discovered my fetish, I felt like she had ruined my university life…
I was completely distracted throughout the entire English class. Aside from the short speech at the beginning, I didn't do anything
as I had planned to show off in class. My busybody class monitor, on the other hand, was very active
, but I felt that Teacher Y didn't really like Ji Qiu.
What kind of reward was Teacher Y going to give me? Was she going to expose what happened last night?
With immense anxiety, I welcomed the end of class.

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