Arrogant female music teacher

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"I don't really like Tseung Kwan O; there are a lot of poor middle-class people there. It's just that my boyfriend couldn't get a pre-sale apartment on Hong Kong Island, and we're in a rush to get married next year, so we moved there. I definitely need to move back to Hong Kong Island as soon as possible," said music teacher Cheuk Chi. "I told my fiancé, 'I'm okay with being poor in Tseung Kwan O with you, but it has to be at least 1,500 square feet, three bedrooms,
before I'll marry you.'" She stroked her hair with her left hand, smiling, and showed her colleagues her one-and-a-half-carat engagement ring. "Of all the colleagues who got married in recent years, I've married the best. That Chinese teacher married her department head; they don't earn much either. I wouldn't have married him if it were me," Cheuk Chi said with a smirk. "My fiancé works at an international investment bank, earning three times more than you guys, with a six-month bonus. He said after we get married at the end of the year, I'll become a part-time teacher, and after having a baby, maybe I'll quit." "I'll also be going to the South of France this summer. None of you have been there, have you? I'll bring you souvenirs when I get back." In late May, the education sector was busy planning their summer vacations. That day, Cho Chi was having lunch with several colleagues. None of them paid much attention to her, as the topics were always similar.
Cho Chi was twenty-seven years old. She came from a middle-class family; both her parents were civil servants. She started learning piano in kindergarten, and by sixth grade, she had reached performance level. She went to Australia for high school to study vocal music. Her strict upbringing resulted in weak interpersonal relationships during her school years. The praise from her teachers and parents instilled a sense of superiority in her, and coupled with her good looks, it fostered a fishy arrogance in her interactions with others.
The only person who could make Cho Chi put aside her arrogance was her foreign English teacher, Alex. Alex was of mixed English and French descent, and he spoke fluent English and French. His eyes were as blue as the Parisian sky in May. Cho Chi, who had studied in Australia, prided herself on her fluent English, but on their first meeting, Alex, in front of everyone, corrected Cho Chi's Australian-accented English pronunciation.
This time, the usually highly praised Cho Chi was thoroughly embarrassed. The stares of the crowd felt like silent slaps across her face.
One afternoon in early June, while students went home to study for their final exams, Zhuozhi was in the music room preparing for the orchestra's graduation performance.
Zhuozhi suddenly needed to use the restroom, so she went to the women's restroom next to the music room.
However, the women's restroom was locked.
Frustrated, Zhuozhi had no choice but to go to the men's restroom. She hurried to the unlocked men's restroom, glancing left and right frequently, afraid of being seen.
Just as she was about to pull down her underwear, a series of hurried footsteps entered Zhuozhi's stall.
These footsteps were more startling than thunder. "Hopefully, it's a female colleague," Zhuozhi thought, pulling her legs back to avoid being seen by the person entering her purple Jimmy Choo high heels.
The person entered the stall next to Zhuozhi's. The sound of the zipper being pulled down was loud in the quiet restroom. Soon after, the sound of water could be heard, making one imagine a jet of water gushing into the toilet bowl.
Terrified, Zhuozhi couldn't help but urinate. She hoped the sound of the man's urination would cover her own.
The thought of herself and the man performing such a duet filled Zhuozhi with shame. A strange sensation arose below.
Zhuozhi snapped back to reality; the person next door had finished, the deep, forceful sound of water ceasing.
Zhuozhi, however, was still urinating. The entire toilet echoed with the sound of her urination, crisp and clear like a canary's first song in spring.
Through the smooth black marble floor, she saw the man's hand constantly waving something; the shadow of that thing was reflected on the floor, large though she couldn't see clearly.
The man finally left the stall, and Zhuozhi waited until the footsteps faded away. She cleaned herself with toilet paper, discovering her secretions—sticky—and had to wipe vigorously three times to get clean.
She flushed the toilet and waited a while, fearing another might come.
Confirming it was safe, she unlocked the stall door. A strong hand pushed the door open.
Zhuozhi, startled, sat down on the toilet bowl.
Alex didn't speak, only gave a wicked grin.
"You Hong Kong women always betray your ignorance by wearing perfume. I can tell it's you just by smelling it," Alex said. "Ms. Wong, guess what the students will think of you if they know you urinate in the men's restroom?" Cheuk Chi wanted to beg for mercy, but her arrogance wouldn't allow it. She couldn't reply.
"Your urination sounds very nice. Like my whistling," Alex whistled smugly. "Or, let me take a picture of us together now and post it on Facebook." He pulled out his phone with his right hand.
Cheuk Chi pressed his right hand down, stammering in English, "What do you want?" Alex didn't speak, but unzipped his pants.
When Cheuk Chi saw Alex's large, deep purple penis, her face flushed.
Alex, wanting to show off his foreign size, pressed the entire thing against Cheuk Chi's face, the base against her chin, the head on her forehead. Mischievously, Alex brushed his penis against Cheuk Chi's pretty face, knocking off her false eyelashes. The object left several transparent streaks on her thick powder.
Alex pulled up her left hand, gesturing for her to masturbate. Cho-Chi took it and thought Alex's member was as thick as a soda can, thinking, "Foreigners really do have big ones! Much bigger than my fiancé's." Cho-Chi's jaw dropped when she saw the head of his penis, as big as a baby's fist.
Seeing her expression, Alex gave a sly smile: "Suck it, whore! Don't you Hong Kong women really like foreigners? Don't you especially like being fucked by us?" All her arrogance had to be abandoned.
This arrogant female music teacher knelt in the toilet stall, performing oral sex on the man.
Cho-Chi tasted the saltiness of Alex's urine on her tongue and showed displeasure. Alex ignored her and thrust straight into Cho-Chi's mouth. Cho-Chi struggled to swallow even half of it, and after a few more thrusts, she choked.
Alex, dissatisfied, said, "You Chinese women, your oral skills are terrible!" He then pulled Cho-Chi up, forcing her to kneel on the toilet seat with her right knee. He forcefully pulled down Cho-Chi's mint green panties from behind.
At this moment, Zhuozhi's face was turned towards the wall; she could no longer resist the foreigner. "Ha, you've never been with such a hairy Chinese woman before. Don't you all shave?" Alex spread Zhuozhi's buttocks wide with his right hand, carefully examining her genitals, then shook his head, dissatisfied.
He then inserted two fingers of his left hand into Zhuozhi's body. "Hehe, is it wet?" Zhuozhi endured the pain, feeling ashamed. As a teacher, being possessed by her student.
Alex then withdrew his wet fingers. Zhuozhi breathed a sigh of relief.
Alex aimed his member and, with a "whoosh," shoved it in. "Ah!" Zhuozhi couldn't bear it at all. "It's so big! It hurts so much!" Zhuozhi's passage felt like it was being completely stretched open, a tearing pain shooting through her. Zhuozhi couldn't endure it, opening her mouth to breathe, and pushing away Alex's pelvis to avoid his forceful thrusts.
Alex wouldn't allow it. He used all his strength, determined to push the entire thing into Zhuozhi's body.
Although Alex knew that Asian women generally didn't have large breasts, he reached out and grabbed her right breast. Zhuozhi, who had spent two thousand yuan to support her confident bust, couldn't withstand Alex's large hand and was twisted and deformed.
Alex thrust forcefully, the sound of his body slapping against Zhuozhi's buttocks filling the entire bathroom.
Contrary to Zhuozhi's expectations, in her mind, foreign men always spent a long time on foreplay and were very stamina-hungry. Perhaps this mixed-race man hadn't even considered bringing Zhuozhi to orgasm; he finished in less than five minutes.
After Alex withdrew, he smeared the last few drops of semen on her anus. The shame of the residue sticking to her anus shattered all of Zhuozhi's pride. He whispered in her ear, "Next time, I'll go in here. Wash your backside clean." Zhuozhi's anus felt like it was covered in a thick layer of condensed milk.
They tidied themselves in the restroom and walked out one after the other.
She didn't cry, but felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
Zhuozhi returned to the music room with a flushed face. She didn't care how her students were practicing.
That night, Zhuozhi practiced the piano while her mind wandered.
Alex's semen flowed back from her vagina, soaking Zhuozhi's thin cotton pad.
[The End]

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