Home Tutor Story

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"No. 3, XX Street..." I muttered to myself as I rode my bike, clutching the slip of paper in one hand. Following the hastily scribbled address, I soon found myself in what looked like a villa district. "Living in such a remote area, they must be either a country bumpkin or a rich tycoon," I thought to myself. I was a third-year student at N University, so tutoring was inevitable, but this was the first time I'd taken on a CAS in such a remote location. I was somewhat annoyed by the tutoring agency's terrible service, but remembering that I still owed Zhou Pang five thousand yuan on my old bike, I had to grit my teeth and take it. I pressed the call button and waited a while. A figure emerged from a rather grand-looking house behind the yard where two cars were parked. I thought to myself, "They must be quite wealthy to own two cars. The tutoring fees must be substantial." I was secretly delighted. Then a Black woman approached... oh, not Black, just a woman with very dark skin, big eyes, prominent features, and two braids. She didn't seem very old. She asked, "May I help you?" Wow! This family has a Filipino maid. Luckily, I can manage basic English. After explaining my purpose, the Filipino maid nodded, opened the door for me, led me into the house, asked me to sit in the living room, asked what I wanted to drink, and went to the kitchen to prepare it. I sat alone in the spacious living room, looking around. The high ceilings and elegant decor—neither excessive nor shabby—perfectly framed a beautiful living room. A Filipino maid brought me a drink and asked me to wait a moment while she went to inform the master. Bored on the sofa, I got up and went to admire a few not-so-avant-garde oil paintings on the wall. After a while, I heard someone coming down the stairs behind me. I turned around and saw a woman in her early thirties, holding onto the stair railing, smiling at me. I quickly stepped forward and introduced myself: "Hello, I'm a college student applying for a tutoring job. My surname is Wang." The young woman nodded, gestured for me to sit down, and walked down the steps to sit elegantly cross-legged on the sofa opposite me. Her pair of beautiful, white legs were crossed in front of me, and I dared not look at her for long, staring blankly at her face. Although this young woman was approaching middle age, she seemed to take good care of herself; there were no wrinkles, her skin was soft and smooth, and she wore light makeup, which made her appear exceptionally elegant. The young woman began, "Mr. Wang... uh... Mr. Wang... oh, I don't know how to address you." I smiled and said, "It's alright, my name is Wang Zhizhong, you can just call me by my name." The young woman hesitated and said, "Wang... Zhizhong, how about I call you Zhizhong then?" I nodded noncommittally, feeling that addressing her by her first name on our first meeting seemed too intimate. The young woman briefly introduced her family situation to me. She had two daughters, one fifteen years old, just starting junior high school, and the other thirteen years old, still in sixth grade. Her tutor was her eldest daughter, Lin Shanru, who was in junior high school. As mentioned in the tutoring agency's information, she taught math, physics, and chemistry, and the pay was quite high. I gladly accepted the job. After the young woman finished speaking, she asked me if I had any questions. I said, "Mrs. Lin, how is Lin Shanru's school performance now?" The young woman raised her hand to stop me and said before answering my question, "There is one thing I want to emphasize. Please don't call me Mrs. Lin, especially in front of Shanru. Can you call me Miss Song?" I found it a little strange, but I nodded in agreement. Ms. Song continued, "Shanru is a good student, always ranking in the top three in exams. However, she seems to have a weaker understanding of math and science, which makes her struggle a bit. I wonder how you plan to help her improve?" I pondered for a moment and said, "Well... I'll probably review the lessons the school has covered, focusing on the applied principles of math and science, making sure Shanru fully understands the content. I'll also do some practice problems, and that should be enough." Ms. Song happily said, "It seems I made the right choice finding you as my teacher." After chatting for a bit, Ms. Song asked where I lived. I explained that I was staying in a rented dormitory near the school, and my life was simple. A short while later, Miss Song stood up, seemingly intending to see me out. I also stood up and said, "I've bothered you for so long, when do my classes start?" Miss Song looked at me in surprise and said, "Of course, they start today! Are you sleepy? Or should we reschedule?" I quickly said, "No, no, I thought I was just here to get a general understanding of the situation. That's fine, let me meet Shanru first." Miss Song nodded and led me up the stairs to the third floor. There were two rooms on the third floor, one for Lin Shanru and the other for her sister, Lin Yiru. Miss Song knocked on Shanru's door, opened it, and went in. I followed her in, and a strong smell of feminine perfume wafted towards me. I frowned slightly. How could someone so young smell of perfume? A girl sat at the desk in front of me; it must be Lin Shanru. She was pretty, with delicate features and long, flowing hair. Miss Song introduced me to Lin Shanru. I nodded and greeted Shanru. Miss Song asked me to sit down and then left. I looked at Lin Shanru; she was a little shy, her head down and silent. I said, "Shanru, where are you in your schoolwork now?" I started with the main topic, then waited for Shanru to explain the progress of her classes, which opened the conversation, and we gradually became more familiar. Not long after, Miss Song herself brought in a plate of fruit. I saw the Filipino maid standing by the door; presumably, the maid had brought it upstairs, and Miss Song had brought it in. Miss Song was very polite. After Miss Song left, Shanru and I ate fruit. Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked, "Shanru, why did your mother tell me to call her Miss Song?" Shanru's eyes widened. "Really? That's what she said?" Completely bewildered, I replied, "Yes, she told me to call her Miss Song." Shanru lowered her head slightly and slowly said, "She's not my mother, she's my aunt." I looked at Shanru in surprise, listening to her explain the inner workings of their family relationship. It turned out that Miss Song was Shanru's mother's younger sister. Shanru's mother had died in a car accident when Shanru was eight years old, and Miss Song had moved into the family to take care of Shanru and her sister Yiru. When Shanru was ten, Miss Song, having grown fond of her, married her brother-in-law, Shanru's father, a young master in the construction industry. To avoid upsetting Shanru and Yiru, the two sisters insisted on not referring to her as their mother, but rather as Miss Song. I admired Miss Song's understanding and willingness to sacrifice for her nieces, and encouraged Shanru to appreciate her aunt's kindness in raising her. Shanru sensibly agreed. The lesson then began, and I took my leave after two hours. I taught her like this for a semester, during which I only bumped into Ms. Song two or three times to greet her. Ms. Song always seemed to be sitting alone in the living room, listening to CDs with her head tilted back and eyes closed, as if resting. Only when I entered the living room would she open her eyes and smile and nod at me. It turned out to be Mr. Lin, Shanru's father, whom I had never met before. When winter vacation came, Shanru passed her final exams with outstanding results. Ms. Song happily invited me to her home for dinner to thank me, and I accepted the invitation without hesitation. In the elegant dining room sat Miss Song, Shanru, and Shanru's younger sister, Yiru. I only had a vague impression of Yiru before, but after sitting down opposite her and looking at her closely, I realized that although Yiru was two years younger than Shanru, she was also a beauty, strikingly beautiful with a touch of childlike innocence. The Filipino maid bustled about until all the food was served. Just as she was about to leave, Miss Song asked the maid to sit down and eat with her. I then learned that the maid's name was Yilin. Miss Song did not treat her like a servant, but rather with the warmth of family. During the dinner, I chatted happily with the four women from the Lin family. Miss Song even asked Yilin to open a bottle of red wine for me to drink with, and also asked Yilin to drink with me. By the end of the dinner, Miss Song, Yilin, and I were all quite drunk. Shanru clamored to drink some wine, and Yiru also chimed in for fun. Since Miss Song and I were both drunk, we vaguely agreed. The two girls ran to the basement and got two more bottles of wine. Yilin opened the wine, and the five of us drank wine, banging on the bowls and plates and singing, creating a joyful and lively atmosphere. Around nine o'clock in the evening, Shanru and Yiru actually fell asleep at the dining table. Yilin stumbled and cleared the dishes to the kitchen. Miss Song collapsed onto the sofa to rest. I checked my watch, intending to say goodbye and return to my dormitory. I went to the sofa and nudged Miss Song's arm, calling, "Miss Song, Miss Song." Miss Song mumbled a couple of groans in her sleep, then woke up. After hearing me say I was leaving, she frowned and thought for a while before saying, "Don't keep calling me Miss Song. My name is Su." "Zhen, can you just call me Suzhen? Please take Shanru and Yiru back to their rooms. I can't take it anymore. Sigh, how can this house function without a man..." I couldn't stand still, so I sat down on the sofa and casually asked, "Where's Mr. Lin? I've never seen him before?" Suzhen bit her lower lip, and suddenly tears streamed down her face. I was startled. Suzhen said, "Actually, Qingyan hasn't come back for a long time." Qingyan is Shanru's father and Song Suzhen's husband. I asked in confusion, "Haven't come back? This is his home!" Suzhen couldn't help but feel sad and turned to cry on my shoulder, "His home was gone the day my sister passed away!" After hearing Suzhen's explanation, I understood why I had never seen Shanru's father, Lin Qingyan. It turns out that Lin Qingyan deeply loved his wife, and the two married behind the Lin family's back, which was strongly opposed by Lin Qingyan's family. After the birth of their two daughters, Shanru and Yiru, and due to the Lin family's preference for sons, it became even more difficult for her to return to the Lin family business. After Suzhen's older sister, Song Yihong, passed away, Lin Qingyan married Song Suzhen again because of the children, causing great uproar in the Lin family, who completely refused to forgive Lin Qingyan.The family's actions betrayed Lin Qingyan. They made things difficult for him everywhere, preventing him from working and supporting himself, and forced him to divorce and return home. Left with no other choice, Lin Qingyan agreed to return home to work, on the condition that he maintain the family without a man—Shanru, Yiru, and Suzhen. The Lin family feigned agreement, but after Lin Qingyan returned home, they pressured him to marry two more wives. Thus, a good husband and father were forcibly taken away by a business family, leaving Suzhen, Shanru, and Yiru to guard this broken home. After Suzhen finished speaking, she was already sobbing uncontrollably. I sighed with sympathy for Suzhen's unfortunate experience and Shanru's tragic past. After cleaning the dishes, Yilin sat down next to Suzhen. Although Suzhen and I were speaking Chinese, Yilin roughly understood our topic and sat silently beside her, listening with a sorrowful expression. I got up and looked at Shanru and Yiru; the two sisters were still fast asleep at the table. I couldn't help but chuckle; these two little girls had insisted on drinking and were now completely drunk. Suzhen smiled when she heard me say that. Suzhen said, "It's troublesome to put the two children to bed. How about this, it's getting late, why don't you stay here overnight and go back tomorrow morning?" I firmly refused, and Suzhen had no choice but to give in. So Yilin helped Suzhen back to the master bedroom on the second floor, leaving me to deal with the two little girls. I picked up Yiru and carried her to the room on the third floor. I gently laid her on the bed and was about to turn around and go downstairs when Yiru suddenly started making noises. I quickly helped her to the toilet in the bathroom and patted her back to help her vomit. Yiru vomited a few times, but nothing came out. She then fell asleep on the toilet. I was so dizzy that I could barely stand. I splashed water on my face, and my senses returned a little. Just as I was about to carry Yiru back to the bed, I suddenly noticed that Yiru's skirt had accidentally lifted up to her waist, revealing her pink panties. My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped, leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the thirteen-year-old girl's panties. My gaze shifted from Yiru's buttocks to her private parts. Her panties outlined the shape of the young girl's plump labia. I licked my upper lip, a surge of desire welling up within me, an overwhelming urge for the young body. I crouched down and nudged Yiru, who remained fast asleep, oblivious. I took a deep breath and placed my hand above Yiru's private parts. My fingers felt the protrusion of her labia, with a thin cleft in the center. I ran my right middle finger along the center of Yiru's labia, while my other hand unconsciously touched my own crotch. My right index finger pulled open the edge of Yiru's panties, revealing her smooth, hairless labia. I swallowed hard, then, emboldened, reached down and pulled Yiru's panties down to her thighs. I pulled my penis out of my pants and began to rub it uncontrollably, my eyes fixed on Yiru's genitals. I moved my hand up and down on my penis, and soon, fueled by the alcohol, I was about to ejaculate. My mind was consumed by lust, and I couldn't care less. I grabbed Yiru's thighs, clamping my penis between her slender legs, and thrust my hips against her labia. Yiru seemed a little uncomfortable, letting out two moans, which sounded even more alluring to me. A moment later, a thunderous rush to my head, and I ejaculated outside Yiru's labia. I collapsed to the floor, staring at Yiru still unconscious. A pool of thick, white semen dripped down her lower abdomen and thighs. My still-dazed mind gradually returned to normal. What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? A wave of remorse washed over me, and I began to fear being exposed. I hurriedly grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped away the semen remaining on my penis and the overflowing semen on Yiru's abdomen and thighs. I put on my pants, then peeked into Yiru's room. Thankfully, no one was coming. I returned to the bathroom, used a damp towel to clean Yiru's body, and straightened her underwear. I quickly picked up her small body and placed her on the bed. I looked around again to make sure there was no other evidence left behind before I felt a little relieved and left Yiru's room. When I got downstairs, Shanru wasn't at the dining table, which I found strange. I went back to Shanru's room on the third floor and found the door ajar. Peeking through the crack, I saw Shanru lying face down on the bed. It turned out she had gotten into bed herself while Yiru and I were being intimate. A chill ran down my spine. Had Shanru discovered my actions towards Yiru when she came upstairs? Confused and bewildered, I stood frozen outside Shanru's door, completely at a loss.
終於，鼓起勇氣，決定入房一探究竟。我推開房門進入，反手將房門鎖上，以防素真伊琳突然進來。走到床邊，輕輕喚著姍如的名字，姍如趴在床上絲毫無反應，應該是已經昏睡了過去。但我不放心，伸手推推姍如的身子，想試看看姍如到底睡著了沒有。姍如突然爬起身子，凝視著我，我嚇了一跳，實在不知姍如在想什麼。姍如低眼望著我的胯下，我有些尷尬，順著姍如的眼光瞧去，糟糕，剛剛射精完後，竟有些許精液滲出，沾濕了我的牛仔褲。姍如指著我精液部位問說︰「老師，這是什麼？」眼中流露出一股嘲弄的眼神。我支吾地說︰「抱歉，我剛剛上廁所，有些沒注意到……」姍如狡猾地點點頭，說︰「是在奕如房間裡上的廁所嗎？」我幾乎要停了呼吸，顫聲說︰「是……是……在奕如房間……」這時才發覺姍如的酒醉似乎已經醒來，除了臉頰發燒通紅外，神情已經正常，還帶著一絲的大膽。姍如推開我，走到書桌前，背對著我，說︰「老師不應該說謊，對不對？」我無聲地應了。姍如轉過身來，看著我的雙眼說︰「那麼，老師，你剛剛對奕如在做什麼？你在強姦我妹妹？」我聽到「強姦」兩字，直覺反應這下慘了，剛才對奕如的舉動被姍如徹底發現了，奇怪剛才怎麼沒有聽到姍如走過來的聲音？看著姍如皎潔又狡的雙眼，腦中走馬燈般出現報紙社會頭條新聞︰家教老師強姦幼女……接下來姍如的舉動，任我怎麼想也想不到。姍如走到我身邊，用手指輕輕觸碰我牛仔褲沾濕的部位，然後拿起手指在鼻尖嗅聞，微皺眉頭，突然一把摟住我脖頸，將嘴唇湊上我的口，和我熱吻起來。我起先是嚇呆了，接著出自男性反應，不暇多想地抱住姍如的纖腰，兩人倒在姍如床上舌交唇疊，直直親吻了有四五分鐘，姍如才突然推開我胸膛，帶著微笑望著我，我不知道姍如意圖，有些錯愕，看著姍如發呆。姍如帶著一抹奇異的眼神說︰「老師，你喜歡我嗎？」我愣愣地說︰「喜……歡啊！」姍如搖搖頭，說︰「我是指男女之間的愛，你愛我嗎？」我胸口一陣熱，這怎麼說呢？畢竟姍如年紀太小，我對她再怎麼喜歡也不過是疼愛多點，至於男女之情，那是絕不可能的。可是這小妮子這回看樣子是認真的，我倒底應不應該傷了她青春期少女的心？還是盡早和她言明，以免誤了她也誤了自己？但想到剛剛奕如的事，如果這時候拒絕姍如，只怕她立即就要發作。這……姍如追問︰「老師，說話啊！」我吞吞吐吐地說︰「我……愛……」姍如冷冷地看著我，認真地說︰「老師，我愛你，我真的愛你，每次你來上課，我雖然寫著習題，但，我一直都在偷偷看著你，你知道嗎？」我嚇了一跳，沒想到這小女孩心思竟是這般。姍如又說︰「我知道你不可能像我愛你這般愛我，但是，我就是沒辦法控製自己。每回你走了，我的心還在想你，我去學校，看著班上老師，心中還是你的影子，老師，我真的好愛你……」說完有些哽咽起來。我歎了口氣，真的沒想到會是這回事。伸手抱住姍如顫抖的肩膀，我無言以對，只能抱著她瘦弱的身軀。姍如緊緊摟著我，哭著，眼淚將我的襯衫都浸濕了。然後，姍如的手開始往我的胯下移動。我雖然知道這有些不妥，和剛剛奕如那檔事不同，這是個無底的深淵，一旦掉進去，就有無限的麻煩，但酒精的效力還在腦中徘徊，要完全控製自己，這是要我的命呵。姍如拉開我褲子的拉煉，手指在我內褲上游移，撫摸著我的陽具，我立即勃起，龜頭彈出褲外，幾乎要衝破內褲了。姍如掙脫我的懷抱，蹲到我下方，兩眼端詳我陰莖的外型，我還在猶豫，姍如突然將我的內褲拉開，露出我那紅紫的龜頭。姍如抬頭對我笑了笑，也不知道要怎樣做，只是呆呆地愣著。原本內心掙扎半天的禮教規束，被這龜頭一下子破了戒，我壯大了膽子，將褲腰帶解開，下半身完全赤裸在我的學生面前，姍如訥訥地微笑著，伸手握住我的陰莖，我鼓勵地說︰「你可以上下套動。」姍如依言做了，一陣陣刺激傳入腦中，龜頭更形暴漲。我將姍如的手移開，坐下來，開始解開姍如的衣扣，姍如有些扭捏，但隨即坦然面對我。我脫下姍如的學校製服襯衫，一件純白色的胸罩包著兩丸尚未完全發育成的乳房，纖細瘦弱的胸線，透不出胸罩的包圍。我示意姍如轉過身去，將胸罩的扣扭解開，胸罩無聲地滑下，我由姍如長髮覆蓋的後肩往前探身，姍如胸前粉紅色的乳暈隱藏在秀髮之下。姍如的肩膀微微懺動，看得出來姍如內心十分緊張，我彎下腰去在姍如肩膀淺淺啄了一口，姍如電擊般跳了一下，深深喘了口氣。我兩手環抱姍如，繞到前方握住姍如幼小的乳房，姍如抬高了下巴，緊閉雙眼享受這份性愛的刺激。我由乳房下側繞著圈子緩緩地愛撫著姍如的胸部，一圈一圈，最後來到了乳頭，兩手食指與大拇指輕輕扭著乳頭蠕動，姍如受不了這種刺激不禁張口開始低聲地呻吟起來。我慢慢將雙手下移，來到姍如腰間，一手褪去姍如裙子的拉煉，一手將姍如裙子往下拉開，姍如的下半身只剩下一件白色邊緣有蕾絲的內褲，包住兩隻大腿間神秘的花園。我嘗試望穿內褲中間，看看有沒有陰毛露出，但十五歲的姍如似乎還沒有什麼陰毛長成，內褲中間有些凹陷，勾勒出大陰唇的形狀，我稍微停了下游移的雙手，心中最後一次猶豫。倒底要不要做下去？脫了內褲，就是剩下那檔事了哦。我告訴自己。現在停止還來得及，要停了嗎？算了，這又不是我開始的，是姍如主動獻身。可是，怎麼說她還不過十五歲，正逢青春期，內分泌衝動的藉口只能針對姍如，我早已過了那衝動的十五歲，要做下去嗎？對她一生的幸福，我需要負責嗎？現在社會對性的開放，也不是我應該負的責任，我不做，過個兩三年，姍如還是會和不知哪個渾小子上床，我有必要這樣內心交戰嗎？就在一日三省吾身，姍如似乎等得不耐煩了，微微睜開雙眼，往上瞧我的神情，見我面有難色，小聲地說︰「老師，我想給你。」我內心開始感動，聽到這句話，我可以證明姍如不只內分泌叫她如此，而是她的心，她全部的感情將她自己交給我。於是鼓足勇氣，我脫下了姍如的內褲，內褲在膝蓋稍有延遲，然後，如過江洪水直赴而去，姍如全身赤裸地背對著我。我兩眼盯著姍如私處，十來根細微的陰毛，蓋不住大陰唇，大陰唇縫中，小陰唇尚未完全冒出來，和奕如光滑的陰部比較起來，是稍微成熟了點，好像等著迎接成人禮的來到，陰蒂略微地突出，但仍包覆在小陰唇上方。我將姍如轉過身來，讓她躺下，驅身在姍如大陰唇貼上我的唇印，姍如全身抖動，但四肢僵硬，一點也不像是在性愛的歡愉中。我用舌頭舔舐著姍如的陰唇中央，舌尖尋找著姍如的陰蒂，緩緩舔動，姍如的陰道開始滲出淫水，大腿自然地放鬆了開來。我將頭整個埋入姍如的兩股間，用舌、用手，一波又一波地刺激姍如的敏感帶，姍如的大腿一開一合，帶著矜持又有著淫蕩，未幾，姍如登上了高峰，咬著牙低呼著︰「嗯……嗯……」我知道時候來了，趁姍如高潮未過，用膝蓋頂開姍如大腿，扶著一根等待多時漲痛不已的陰莖，慢慢插入姍如的陰道。姍如還在高潮的筋攣中，突然感到下體的劇痛，倏的張大雙眼盯著我，臉上神情痛苦不堪，我停下衝刺，伏在姍如秀弱的胸前，兩手撫著姍如的長髮，安慰著姍如︰「沒事的，一會就好，忍忍喔。」姍如點點頭，咬著牙忍受初逢人事的代價，過了沒多久，我見姍如的眉頭漸漸放寬，試著慢慢移動下半身，讓陰莖在姍如的陰道內蠢動。
Shanru still felt a slight stinging sensation, but the pleasure from the thrusting replaced the pain. Shanru would sometimes furrow her brow, sometimes bite her lower lip, looking completely absorbed in the experience. I thrust slowly, letting Shanru's vagina adapt to my large penis. Once I felt sufficient lubrication, I increased the speed, my lower body moving in and out of Shanru's labia. Shanru moaned softly, "Ah... um... ah..." She dared not let the pleasure escape her lips. After nearly a hundred thrusts, Shanru climaxed again. Because of my inner tension, I couldn't enjoy the pleasure of raping my student. Although my thick penis was tightly enveloped by Shanru's vagina, and the walls of her vagina were constantly stimulating my glans, I couldn't ejaculate. I just couldn't ejaculate. Perhaps it was because I had already relieved myself with Yiru, perhaps it was because Shanru's lack of response couldn't give me any sexual pleasure, or perhaps it was because of the surging guilt within me. In any case, I couldn't ejaculate. Seeing Shanru relax again, knowing that her orgasm had passed, I stopped and slowly withdrew my penis from Shanru's lower body. Shanru was panting, her limbs still sprawled on the bed like a doll in a starfish shape, nothing like the leading ladies in porn movies. After a while, Shanru opened her eyes, squinted at me, and whispered, "Teacher, are you comfortable?" I laughed and said, "Of course, Teacher loves you to death." This wasn't a lie; what man wouldn't love a woman in bed, unless that woman was a fat, stupid sow, haha. Shanru's face was still flushed, and hearing my words, it blushed even more. She raised her arms and hugged me, burying her head in my chest and entwining herself with me. Suddenly, Shanru looked up and said, "Teacher, do you...do you have...that?" I jokingly asked, "Which one?" Shanru said shyly, "You know...don't all boys...ejaculate..." Her voice trailed off, almost inaudible. I shook my head and laughed, "Not yet, Teacher is waiting for you." Shanru was a little confused and asked, "Waiting for me? Teacher, what are you waiting for me for?" I said, "Teacher is waiting for you to be happy, to feel good." Shanru hugged me happily, speechless. This little girl didn't know how painful it was for me to be swollen down there, and not being able to ejaculate was more painful than being drained of semen. I lifted Shanru's face and said, "Shanru, would you like to suck me?" Shanru didn't understand what I meant, so I explained it to her, asking her to take my penis into her mouth. Shanru hesitated for a moment, then resolutely said, "If Teacher wants it, of course I'm willing." I lay down on the bed, and Shanru knelt between my legs. I saw her hesitantly guide my penis, which was covered in semen, with her hand, and slowly put it into her mouth. A warm, enveloping sensation came from my genitals, and I couldn't help but open my mouth wide, almost shouting out loud. Shanru was a quick learner and soon got into the swing of things. She kept moving her lips up and down on my penis, and I even taught her to gently stroke my scrotum with her other hand at the same time. Before long, I felt a tingling sensation, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I gasped, "Shan...Shanru, Teacher...Teacher wants to..." What I meant was that I was about to ejaculate and asked Shanru to move away, but whether she didn't understand or was doing it on purpose, she only sped up her movements. Unable to contain the heat in my lower body, I raised my hips and shoved my entire penis into Shanru's mouth, waves of heat shooting into her throat. Shanru, suppressing the urge in her throat, hurriedly swallowed all my semen. My mind raced, raced, raced... When I regained consciousness, Shanru looked at me with a smile, a trace of semen still on the corner of her mouth. Like a little elf, she stuck out her tongue and licked the semen from her lips, patted her belly, and said, "Hmm, I'm full." I laughed heartily, stood up, and hugged Shanru's small body. I knew I could never leave this little girl again. Shanru hugged me and said, "Teacher, you have to wait for me to grow up, okay? When I grow up, I want to marry you, and we'll make love every day and I'll ejaculate every day, okay?" I was overjoyed and about to answer when I suddenly noticed that Shanru's door was ajar. I was startled and thought, "When I went into Shanru's room earlier, didn't I lock her door? Could I have been careless?" Someone else… Shanru pushed me away, glared at me, and said, “Teacher, please?” Seeing Shanru’s serious expression, I knew she was serious, so I replied, “Teacher will definitely wait for you, but you’re so beautiful, what if, after a few years, you go find another boyfriend and don’t want Teacher anymore?” Shanru punched me lightly and said, “No way, I love Teacher the most.” I got up, put on my clothes, bent down and kissed Shanru on the lips, saying, “Teacher loves you too.” Shanru didn’t put on any clothes, just lay half-reclined, half-sitting on the bed, her virginity left on the sheets, a small red patch that stood out conspicuously. I gestured, indicating that I was going to leave quietly. Shanru nodded, then suddenly blushed, pulled up the blanket, and hid herself. I knew this was a young girl’s secret, so I smiled, turned around, and walked out. Upon entering the living room, I listened intently for any sounds. It seemed I was overthinking things; Suzhen and Yilin were probably still drunk. I straightened my clothes, started my old motorcycle, and returned to the dormitory.

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