Hypnotic Stone Chapter 1

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My name is Shang, and I'm a ninth-grade student in an ordinary middle school. My grades are average, and I don't have any particular talents. I'm easily overlooked. I'm average-looking, and in my classmates' eyes, I'm neither good nor bad.
But although I'm ordinary, I have many desires, especially for women.
Beneath my ordinary exterior lies a raging beast of desire for the opposite sex, buried deep within, unknown to anyone.
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I endured another class, finally reaching lunchtime. I rushed to the toilet; I was bursting! As they say, everyone has three urgent needs. I needed to pee immediately.
Just as I was about to run out of the classroom, I bumped into someone—our class's Chinese language representative. He grabbed me and said, "The Chinese teacher is looking for you...you should go to her office right away..."
Waaaaah~ I was practically in tears. Holding my pee, I nervously arrived at the door of the Chinese teacher's office. Through the crack in the door, I saw that there was no one else in the office except the Chinese teacher. She was opening a box of instant noodles. Speaking of the Chinese teacher, she's a woman I absolutely hate!
The Chinese teacher had never given Shang any face. Because Shang often didn't complete his homework and had poor grades, the teacher used this as an excuse to criticize him every day. Sometimes it was alright, but occasionally, when the teacher was in a bad mood, Shang could only be the teacher's pitiful punching bag. Shang had cursed the teacher countless times in his heart.
But then again, the teacher did have a good figure. She had long, flowing black hair, wore glasses, and was about 1.7 meters tall. Her breasts weren't particularly large or small. Although she was slightly overweight, she still looked very charming, like a ripe peach, tempting and alluring. Although her appearance was average, she always bullied Shang. The teacher had started to despise Shang, and sometimes when she walked up to Shang, she would deliberately give him a hard glare. But the more she did this, the more Shang fantasized about the teacher. The more he fantasized, the more pleasure he felt. Moreover, Shang knew one of the teacher's quirks: whenever she stopped to patrol the classroom, she would swing her legs, and the frequency would increase.
Shang clearly remembered that time when his Chinese teacher stopped beside him. He noticed that she was wearing black leggings, and the gap between her legs widened and narrowed as she swung her legs. Shang became increasingly mesmerized, but the teacher didn't notice.
At that moment, Shang thought that if he could press his penis against the gap between her legs and make her sway her thighs, that would feel amazing. During
that class, Shang was lost in his fantasies, a large tent forming between his legs, making his jeans hurt.
Shang forced himself to push open the office door. The Chinese teacher was pouring herself tea. She had only poured about a fifth of it when she saw Shang come in. She put down the thermos, glared at him, and said irritably, "Shang, where's your homework for today? Why didn't you hand it in again? I don't think a lazy student like you has any future. You're only good for manual labor." As Shang walked forward, he accidentally
kicked something. Looking down, he saw it was just an ordinary stone. Without daring to look any longer, he walked towards the Chinese teacher's desk.
However, the Chinese teacher stood up and shouted, "Shang, you're such an ill-mannered student! You don't understand anything. Go pick up that piece of trash and throw it in the trash can."
Hearing this, Shang turned around, found the stone he had kicked, bent down to pick it up, and prepared to throw it in the office wastebasket.
Behind him, the Chinese teacher seemed to be laughing with satisfaction.
Shang glanced at the stone in his hand. Because the office was in the shade, there wasn't much sunlight, but the stone felt very hot. Looking down, he saw a string of letters on the stone that looked like pinyin. Shang stared at it for a long time without understanding, and unconsciously spelled out the pinyin aloud.
The Chinese teacher, seeing Shang's slow and deliberate movements, became even more furious and roared, "Why are you so slow? You're making such a fuss about throwing away a little trash? Get over here and stand there! You can only leave when I tell you to!" As
soon as she finished speaking, a bright white light flashed in the classroom. Shang noticed the stone in her hand emitting a dazzling white light that hurt her eyes, so she quickly closed them. When the light faded, Shang opened her eyes blankly and turned around to see the lifeless Chinese teacher.
Shang was terrified and hurriedly went to her side, tentatively shaking her body. The teacher didn't react, like a puppet. Shang called out, "Teacher!"
The teacher, with her eyes closed, responded softly, "Yes!"
Shang stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the teacher's lifeless, even closed-eye, expression, then at the stone in her hand. She couldn't believe her eyes. She tried pinching her thigh and felt the pain. Shang's feelings were incredibly complex—a mixture of fear and joy.
His heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap out of his throat. "
What should I do?" he wondered to himself. "Right, I should close the door first." He walked to the door, cautiously peeked out, and saw no one in the hallway. Relieved, he breathed a sigh of relief and gently closed the door.
Looking at his Chinese teacher, he suddenly remembered a erotic novel about hypnosis he had read recently. Everything seemed so unbelievable. He kissed the stone in his hand hard. Then he shifted his gaze to his Chinese teacher, who sat in her chair with her head down.
A lustful fire was igniting within him, burning ever brighter. He first checked to see if it was really as he imagined.
He patted his chest, trying to calm himself, and said tremblingly, "Teacher, can you hear my voice?"
After a long pause, he heard his Chinese teacher respond softly, "Yes!"
This word seemed to pull him to heaven. He looked at his teacher, a wicked smile spreading across his face, and then shifted his gaze to the teacher's desk. There was a 700ml clear water glass and a half-cold, already-cooked bowl of instant noodles.
He could no longer control the wicked desires surging within him. This was all real; if he didn't do something, he would really be letting himself down, he thought.
Suddenly, he felt his bladder, which he had been holding in for so long, about to burst. What should he do? It seemed he couldn't leave the office; if someone found out, he'd be finished. He was in great discomfort, pacing anxiously in the office. Suddenly, his gaze fell on two things on the teacher's desk: a water glass filled to one-fifth full with tea leaves, and the half-cold instant noodles.
Suddenly, Shang had an idea. He chuckled and walked towards the unconscious Chinese teacher, grinning wickedly, "Bitch, you treated me like that before, today it's time for you to pay me back..."
Shang picked up the Chinese teacher's teacup, poured out the water, and poured the tea leaves out and placed them on the desk (the kind of tea that had already been brewed). Suddenly, he remembered that the Chinese teacher had always used this teacup to drink water, and that there were traces of the Chinese teacher's lips on the rim of the cup. Thinking about what he was about to do, Shang trembled with excitement.
Holding a cup in one hand, Shang pulled down his jeans in front of the Chinese teacher, revealing his slightly protesting penis from his underwear. Because Shang was reluctant to wash, a pungent smell immediately filled the air. Shang had never imagined such a stimulating scene as exposing his penis so openly in front of a mature woman. His penis quickly became erect. Seeing his smelly member, Shang chuckled, slightly pulling back his foreskin to expose his glans to the Chinese teacher. He straightened his penis with his right hand and aimed the cup at his urethra with his left. A yellowish liquid with a pungent odor shot out from the slit of his urethra. The Chinese teacher's cup generously served as Shang's urinal. Shang dared to say that this was the most comfortable urination he had ever experienced since birth.
Soon, the Chinese teacher's water cup was full, while Shang felt that he still had some left. With no other option, he turned his gaze to something else—"instant noodles!"
Shang quickly stopped urinating, put down the full cup, picked up the instant noodles, and lifted the paper lid. He saw that the noodles had become quite soggy and had absorbed a lot of water. Feeling that the previous method wasn't enough, Shang then inserted the head of his penis into the instant noodles, making direct contact with the noodles and broth. The thought that this was originally meant for the Chinese teacher, and now he was using his dirtiest part to defile it, gave Shang waves of pleasure, making him tremble uncontrollably. He reluctantly poured the remaining urine into his bladder. Finally, having finished urinating, Shang saw the nearly full bowl of instant noodles and nodded in satisfaction. Looking at the tea leaves on the table, he grabbed them and began smearing them on his dark penis. Then, he took the tea leaves from his penis and put them into the cup filled with urine. Shu Shuang nodded, put his penis back into his pants, and zipped up his pants.
Turning around, he spoke to his Chinese teacher in the tone of a hypnosis novel: "Alright, Chinese teacher, you are now in a deep hypnosis. You will forget everything that just happened, only remembering that you gave Shang a good scolding, and then you will feel very good and start eating your most sumptuous lunch. No matter if the instant noodles and tea you eat taste right or not, you will think they taste delicious. You cannot see my existence beside you, as if I am an invisible person. Do you understand?"
The Chinese teacher suddenly opened his eyes, still looking listless, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, I will obey what you say, and I will do as you say."
Shang wanted to end this quickly so he could enjoy a very interesting show: "Then I will count to three. When I count to three, you will wake up from the hypnosis and do as Gangcai said, okay?"
The Chinese teacher nodded expressionlessly.
Shang stretched out his hand, which was trembling with excitement, and counted: "1...2...3..." Shang snapped his fingers.
The Chinese teacher shuddered slightly, her eyes regaining their vitality, a faint smile appearing on her lips. She glanced at the still-steaming lunch, then, with a determined air, picked up her chopsticks and the glass filled with yellow urine, bringing it to her lips.
To the injured man beside her, every movement of the Chinese teacher seemed incredibly slow. Although picking up the glass was only a moment, it felt like an eternity to the injured man.
Finally, the injured man saw the Chinese teacher's lips getting closer and closer to the rim of the glass. He hurried to her side, leaning forward until his face was almost touching hers. He just wanted to see clearly his own urine, the liquid that had shot from his genitals, a liquid he himself found disgusting—how could a woman drink it under his gaze?
Closer… 5 centimeters… 4 centimeters… 3 centimeters… Oh God, heaven is right before my eyes… 2 centimeters… 1 centimeter…
Finally, the Chinese teacher's lips touched the rim of the glass. At the same time, her left hand rose slightly, and the yellow urine, swaying under the influence of gravity, surged towards her lips.
The injured man stared wide-eyed, unwilling to miss a single movement of his Chinese teacher.
Finally, a small trickle of yellow liquid entered the teacher's lips. The teacher paused for a moment, then swallowed.
The injured man felt as if he were dreaming; his teacher was holding his urine in her mouth and then swallowing it. Good heavens, he couldn't believe it.
The teacher seemed to have a particular fondness for the taste of the "tea" in the cup, taking a small sip as if afraid of wasting it, carefully savoring its flavor with her tongue.
The teacher's every action was fatally alluring to the injured man—a woman drinking his urine and displaying such an expression.
The injured man felt as if his genitals were about to explode, so he quickly unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and, watching the teacher's every movement, began to masturbate.
Most of the urine disappeared from the teacher's cup, meaning that over 300 milliliters of urine had traveled from her lips through her mouth, down her esophagus, and into her stomach.
Thinking of this, Shang finally erupted. Coincidentally, most of the murky, milky-white semen ended up in the Chinese teacher's instant noodles. Some semen clung to the noodles, while some sank into the broth. Because it was so thick and difficult to break down, strands of white, thread-like substance could be seen in the urine-infused broth.
Watching the Chinese teacher turn her gaze to the noodles, Shang stared intently, wondering how she planned to enjoy this heavily seasoned bowl of noodles…
The Chinese teacher first picked up some noodles with her chopsticks. Shang hadn't masturbated in a while, so this time, stimulated by the Chinese teacher, he ejaculated a lot. The noodles on the Chinese teacher's chopsticks were covered in a large amount of white liquid. However, the Chinese teacher seemed not to notice, opening her lips and taking a small mouthful of noodles. Shang's eyes widened again; the noodles in the Chinese teacher's mouth were the ones he saw were the most contaminated with semen. Meanwhile, the Chinese teacher, with his semen in her mouth, was still lost in her own fantasies when the injured man began slurping noodles. Some of the semen slid down the noodles and into the broth. The injured man, watching from the side, exclaimed how wasteful it was. The Chinese teacher savored it carefully, as if she were eating some rare treasure, reluctant to swallow. The injured man even saw a large drop of semen sliding down the corner of the Chinese teacher's mouth. Such lewd beauty, and the semen on the woman's lips was his own ejaculation. Thinking of this, the injured man's crotch became erect again.
The Chinese teacher stretched out her finger and wiped the overflowing semen back into her mouth. Through the gap between the Chinese teacher's lips, the injured man saw his millions of offspring forming bubbles and some chewed noodles in the Chinese teacher's mouth.
The Chinese teacher dipped his chopsticks deep into the instant noodles again, rinsing the semen off the noodles. He shook his head in frustration. No, this wasn't what he wanted. Watching the murky semen gradually sink to the bottom, he felt there was nothing more to see. Looking down, he noticed the teacher was wearing shiny purple pants. Because she was sitting, the pants clung tightly to her full thighs. Looking at the juncture of her legs, at the zipper in the crotch area, he felt his desire rise again. Trembling, he reached out his hand, heading towards the part he had longed for. Finally, his hand touched the teacher's most sacred place through the pants. Feeling the warmth and touch of his palm, he felt an overwhelming pleasure.
He gently lifted the layer of fabric covering the zipper, revealing the metal zipper. Once he unzipped it, only a thin layer of underwear would separate him from the teacher's private parts. The thought filled him with burning desire.
The sudden knocking startled Shang. The Chinese teacher, reluctant to even glance at her instant noodles, stood up to open the door, while Shang crawled under her desk. Soon after, the teacher returned and sat down again. This time, Shang could finally get a close look at the place he most wanted to explore. Because the teacher had pulled the chair and desk very close, his entire lower body was buried under the desk. Staring at her thigh, less than fifteen centimeters away, Shang finally succumbed once more. He gently unzipped his pants, revealing his erect penis. Adjusting his position, he slowly pressed the glans, which was partially covered by the foreskin, against the teacher's thigh. Even when erect, only a small portion of the glans was visible. The shape of his urethra resembled a large mouth, with the glans slightly swollen on either side, like lips. Closer...closer...
Finally, the glans touched the teacher's full thigh. Shang was stunned by the sensation from his groin; he hadn't expected using a real penis to be so pleasurable.
The thought of rubbing his Chinese teacher's legs through his pants was so pleasurable; what if he rubbed them directly, or even had her wear stockings?
He didn't want to think about it, because the waves of pleasure emanating from his groin had rendered him incapable of thought. He didn't know when, but his Chinese teacher had started moving her thighs on her own.
The intense friction brought a sharp, intoxicating sensation that made him gasp, and he closed his eyes, letting his teacher do as she pleased.
The frequency increased, making him even more aroused. He had completely surrendered control to his teacher. The
waves of pleasure from his groin made the still-inexperienced man tremble with pleasure, but just as he was enjoying himself immensely, his Chinese teacher suddenly stopped and changed her sitting position. He was furious, his penis feeling increasingly dissatisfied.
He felt that the friction through her pants was no longer enough. Looking at her thighs, which were now curled up, he shook his head. Compared to her calves, her thighs felt much better.
"If only the Chinese teacher could change her position, if only she could stay in the same position as before..." Shang thought to himself, looking down. And then, the Chinese teacher actually did change her position, but still in the same position, her legs straight, her full thighs once again close to Shang's penis.
Shang was stunned for a moment, then thought, "Could it be that the stone has had some influence on her thinking?"
Thinking this, Shang decided to try it, hoping the Chinese teacher would move her right leg to the right, actively pressing it against his glans.
Unexpectedly, the Chinese teacher actually moved her right leg to the right, once again tightly rubbing against Shang's glans. Shang was overjoyed at this moment.
Then Shang adjusted to a comfortable position, letting the Chinese teacher's legs actively rub against his swollen glans, and Shang used his mind to control the frequency and force of the Chinese teacher's thighs.
"Press her thighs closer, oh...yes, that's it...so comfortable...a bigger up-and-down motion, faster shaking. Oh...God! This woman seems to be using her thighs to rub my glans raw." Shang thought with pleasure.
While enjoying the teasing of his Chinese teacher's thighs, Shang mentally urged her to meet his desires.
Finally, feeling himself nearing his limit, Shang mentally urged his teacher,
"Faster, faster, bigger, bigger... oh..."
Finally, under the repeated teasing of his teacher's thighs, Shang ejaculated his second load of semen that day, a substantial amount. Strands of semen clung to the teacher's purple pants, some even spraying between her legs.
Shang closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, and looking at his now limp penis, he chuckled, patted it, and said, "Brother, you're in for a treat!" "
Oh? Good heavens! What is this stuff?" came the teacher's puzzled voice.
The teacher stood up, bewildered by the thick, milky-white liquid stuck to his pants.
Heartbroken, he thought, "What is this? You went to so much trouble to tease me, so naturally I have to give you a little something back." To be honest, he felt quite a sense of accomplishment seeing his semen stuck to his Chinese teacher's pants.
"Where did this glue come from?" the Chinese teacher asked, wiping the semen off her pants and looking at the sticky substance on her hand.
Then, the Chinese teacher squatted down, looking under her desk. There was nothing there except a small stool, but she still smelled a strong odor of sweat.
At this moment, he was even more bewildered. When the Chinese teacher squatted down and peered under the desk, he was still sitting on the stool, his penis still inside, and the teacher's face was less than five centimeters from his penis. How could this not excite him?
The teacher's warm breath on his penis immediately caused the glans to react, showing a slight upward movement. Fortunately, before his penis became fully erect, the teacher turned her face away and stood up.
Hearing the sounds of his Chinese teacher drawing the curtains and opening the door, Shang assumed she had already left. As Shang emerged from under her desk, she found the office empty. She quickly straightened her clothes to avoid being recognized. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly dodged, nearly bumping into her teacher who was about to rush in. Shang lightly patted her chest, wondering what her teacher was back for. She
tiptoed behind her teacher and found she had come to get sanitary napkins. Disappointed, Shang shook her head. Oh no! Her plan to spend a pleasant weekend with her teacher seemed doomed.
However, looking at her ample buttocks tightly encased in her pants, Shang decided she could still wait
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