Those were the years, and the teacher I loved (01-13)

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Prologue On a sunny day, in a small house in the city, a 20-year-old young man, not particularly handsome but still presentable, stood by the window. That was me. I stood by the window, slowly buttoning up my shirt. Look? The blue sky and white clouds outside felt just like the scene from the first time I went shopping with her. The sky was still as blue as I remembered, the clouds still as white. This made me slowly recall the bits and pieces of the days we spent together, and my thoughts gradually returned to that memory. Suddenly, music broke my reverie. "The heavy rain we missed in those years, the love we missed in those years..." It was my phone ringing. Listen? That was her ringtone. Look? Her smiling face. I smiled, answered the phone, and heard her voice. "Hey, where are you now?" "Sorry! I'm still at home. I overslept. Sorry." "Hmph! You have 30 minutes left. If you're not here in 30 minutes, you're doomed." "
Okay. I'm going out now. Goodbye." "Hey, I haven't finished yet..." After hanging up, I quickly got on my bike and left. In a coffee shop in the city, a woman angrily hung up her phone. Her beautiful face was now tinged with anger, but this did not diminish her beauty. From her full, sexy lips came words that would terrify me: "You're in trouble. You dared to hang up on me. You're doomed when you come." However, although she spoke angrily, a blush slowly rose on her fair face, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. Her beautiful charm captivated the customers around her. Chapter 1 My name is Jun (of course, this is a pseudonym. Why? Because if I wrote my real name, you'd dox me, haha). I'm currently a second-year junior high school student, 170cm tall and weighing 50kg. I wouldn't say I'm universally loved, but I'm sure I'm not exactly...stone-like in appearance. My grades are decent in class. Being a carefree teenager, I spend my days reading adult books, gossiping, and occasionally teasing female classmates—a leisurely life. I never imagined that one day a woman would shatter my peaceful life and drastically change my destiny. I will always remember that it was at the beginning of the semester. Our first-grade math teacher had retired, so the school hired a new math teacher for our class. When the bell rang, a young female teacher walked in. At that moment, Cupid shot his arrow into my heart. Her appearance was just like my dream girl, Vivian Hsu—very charming. She was probably around 160cm tall. She had long, glossy black hair, as black as the night, capable of attracting the eye. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back, giving her an elegant air. Although not tall, her proportions were excellent. She wore a black dress, but unfortunately, the dress obscured her figure, making it difficult to appreciate her fully. However, her long, beautiful legs, like smooth white jade, were captivating. Paired with coffee-colored high heels, she was like a beautiful painting, deeply imprinted in my heart. When she introduced herself, I felt that describing her voice as yellow was an understatement. Ah, I had never heard such a beautiful voice before. "Hello everyone, my name is Jun (you read that right, really, we all share the name Jun). I'm your math teacher for this year. Please take care of me." This was my first meeting with her, and the beginning of our complicated relationship. To be honest, I never found math class interesting at all before. Although I understood everything, I only studied hard for grades, without any real motivation to learn. Every class, listening to the teachers lecturing so eloquently—those Arabic numerals, geometric figures, various mathematical formulas, and all sorts of symbols… Like the scriptures chanted by an old monk, it was so boring it made me want to sleep. Back then, I always wondered if the person who invented mathematics would definitely go to the nineteenth level of hell after death—it was practically poisoning future generations, a truly unforgivable sin! But today I realize that mathematics is truly important. If it weren't for mathematics, I wouldn't have met my teacher; if it weren't for mathematics, I wouldn't have seen her captivating appearance; if it weren't for mathematics, I wouldn't have heard her heavenly voice; if it weren't for mathematics, I wouldn't have smelled the intoxicating fragrance she occasionally brought as she passed by. To be honest, I never imagined math class could be so interesting. The Arabic numerals she recited were like the most captivating novel, drawing me in; the various geometric shapes were like the latest serialized comics, making me want to keep reading; the various mathematical formulas were like the codes in someone's safe, making me want to memorize them; and the mathematical symbols were like various entertainment news, arousing my curiosity. I never imagined math class could be so interesting; for the first time, I felt that this math class was incredibly
engaging. Unfortunately, the school bell, which usually rings but never does, suddenly went off. And since math was the last class, it meant I wouldn't see the teacher again until tomorrow. For a moment, I really had the urge to smash the school bell. Walking home down the corridor, I kept thinking about how wonderful everything about the teacher—her appearance, her voice, everything about her—seemed so
beautiful, so unforgettable. Suddenly, I saw Ms. Jun in front of her office. Right? I waved, looked to the side—no one. I looked behind me—no one either. So, I asked, puzzled… "Were you calling me?" "Yes, classmate, it's you. You're a student in my new class, right? I just started at this school. Could you help me move some things? I haven't organized a lot of things yet, and I'm a bit overwhelmed by myself." The opportunity to spend time with my teacher again was right in front of me, so of course I wouldn't let it pass. I immediately nodded and agreed. But after I finished, I regretted it a little. My math teacher was really something. A stack of thick textbooks, which she was supposedly studying for further, plus the textbooks, exam papers, and other things needed for class—even though I exercise regularly, I was really struggling. My back ached, and I collapsed into her chair after finishing. At that moment, she brought me a glass of water and asked if I was tired. I nodded, then suddenly froze. Because of the physical labor, she had tied her long hair into a ponytail. Sweat was streaming down her face, and the setting sun outside the window made her already fair face look even more radiant. And because… Because of the sweat, the black dress clung to the teacher's body, perfectly showcasing her figure. Her breasts looked to be at least a D cup, standing firmly against her chest. Just then, I looked up, and this scene that made my nose bleed was right in front of me. I felt like something was about to pop out of my nose; I wondered if I was going to get a nosebleed!
"Hey! What's wrong? Are you too tired?" I looked around. Because it was after school, and we had spent a lot of time tidying up, the office was empty, and there were no more students outside. This discovery made me feel completely aroused. Influenced by lust, I made a decision that would surprise me even afterward. "Teacher, look behind you!" I shouted. The teacher looked back curiously. "What… Ah!" I hugged the teacher from behind, one hand tightly gripping her, while the other hand roamed freely over her body. "Teacher, I like you so much, I love you so much! I was captivated by you the moment I saw you, you're so beautiful! I know you want my help because you like me, right? That's why you kept me here at this time." "You...what are you saying?! Let me go, I'm your teacher!" "Teacher, love doesn't distinguish between teacher and student, let me love you!" With that, I found the zipper of the teacher's dress, unzipped it in one go, pulled her dress up, her hands wrapped around it, and...she fell onto the office floor, then I kissed her face and body wildly. Even then, the teacher still wouldn't give up, saying, "No...no! Let me go, or I'll scream!" "Teacher, it's been a long time since school ended, there shouldn't be anyone left at school, don't be afraid, I'll love you properly." I said while kissing...my hands groping the teacher's body. Things had developed like this, there was no stopping it, and I had reached my limit. I...
The teacher grabbed me and pulled off my clothes. When I finished undressing and pressed my swollen, long-awaited erection against her buttocks, she felt my burning excitement and struggled more fiercely. "Please, let me go! Let me go now, and I'll pretend this never happened. Don't ruin yourself! Rape is a crime!" "It's okay, teacher. I'd die if I could just do it with you once." I... The teacher's body rolled over, and her bra came undone from the struggle, finally revealing her naked body. The sight stunned me. Her ponytail was disheveled from the struggle, falling loosely, but it didn't look messy; instead, it possessed a hazy beauty. Her face, flushed with shame and anger, paired with her snow-white skin, looked exceptionally alluring. Looking down, I finally saw those towering peaks, probably a D cup, without any sagging or outward spread. This excited me, and I couldn't resist squeezing them. They felt incredibly soft, smooth, and delicate, yet firm and extremely elastic. This made my penis throb again. In my excitement, I accidentally touched the entrance to my teacher's garden, and she let out a soft moan. "Mmm..." Oh my god! Hearing that sound, I couldn't hold back any longer and immediately raised my heavy weapon. "Pfft!"
With a soft sound, it went in smoothly on the first try, without any of the usual beginner's problem of not being able to find the entrance. I guess I'm just naturally gifted! The feeling of entering was absolutely wonderful, a million times better than playing by myself. This kind of pleasure was something I had never experienced before, and I wanted to keep savoring it. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped, so I started thrusting again. As I thrust, my teacher's vagina slowly became wet, which made my attack even smoother. I attacked that mysterious flower garden while kissing my teacher. My hands weren't idle either. One hand attacked my teacher's chest, and I displayed all the legendary martial arts techniques of pinching, kneading, and rubbing. The other hand attacked my teacher's clitoris, wanting her to see if the techniques I learned from watching movies were effective. Gradually, my teacher's mouth began to hum, and her hands and feet began to wrap around me. Based on my experience, the teacher must have been moved by what I did (?). This prompted me to want to make her even happier, so I ignored everything else and launched a full-scale attack on the gates of her flower garden, hoping to quickly win over her heart. My offensive intensified, and the teacher finally let go, wrapping her arms and legs around me, and starting to moan. Suddenly, the entire office was filled only with a man's panting and a woman's moans, accompanied by continuous squelching sounds. This beautiful music made it feel like listening to a wonderful concert, completely captivating. "Ah..." "...?" The teacher screamed, and a gush of water assaulted my glans. The teacher climaxed, and I couldn't resist the stimulation either, ejaculating with a low growl... "Ah!" Suddenly I woke up with a start, my head still fuzzy. Wasn't I doing the most wonderful thing in my life with the teacher? How come I'm in my room? Damn it, that was all a wet dream. It must be because I was too excited after helping the teacher tidy up today that it happened so suddenly. I feel like I'm wet down there. "OOX!" I actually had a wet dream. Damn it, how old am I, still... This? Excitement. I haven't had a wet dream since I learned to shoot a gun, sigh... But thinking about the dream I just had, I'm a little...headed. I check the time, it's 2 AM. I'll just open my computer and go to my usual website to have some fun. (What? I heard someone ask me why I don't go on SIS? Please, did SIS even exist more than ten years ago? "Oh...Teacher!" Suddenly, my lewd moan echoed from my room. Chapter 2 of "Those Years, My Beloved Teacher" Since having that dream, I've paid more and more attention to everything about my teacher. I perform diligently in every class, and even volunteered to be a math tutor to spend more time with her. Because of the time I helped her organize her things, and my recent enthusiastic performance, I feel that she likes me quite a bit, and often asks me for help. Of course, this refers to a teacher's liking for a student. But because of this, I spend more time with my teacher, which allows me to understand her better. Through some conversations with her, I tried to subtly inquire and learned that her name is Jun (I know this is obvious, as mentioned earlier). (The following is a separate, unrelated paragraph) She came to our school because she's getting married next year, which is why she transferred here this semester. This made me a little sad; I didn't expect her to be getting married so soon. But it also gave me the opportunity to get to know her. It's a complicated feeling. Besides, I learned that she likes to eat cookies and drink tea or coffee. This made me think I might have found a way to be a little attentive, even though I can't afford those things right now. On this day, the autumn air outside the window grew stronger, autumn leaves slowly appeared, and summer slowly faded away. For a student like me, these seasonal changes don't really matter, except for the piles of fallen leaves, which made my sweeping work much heavier. When I went to the office after class to chat with the teacher again, my eyes lit up when I saw her outfit! The teacher was wearing a white t-shirt with blue overalls, looking like a college student, full of youthful energy, which was very different from her usual attire. Her usual composed demeanor was completely different, yet equally captivating. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail to match her outfit, and watching it bounce with every movement mirrored my own heart pounding. Looking down, her breasts, accentuated by the overalls, were perfectly showcased, clearly quite large. And because the t-shirt was white, her dark green bra was faintly visible, giving me a urge to tear it open for a closer look. Further down, although her legs were covered by the overalls, their long, slender lines were still arousing. When she noticed me, the smile she gave me when she looked up was mesmerizing. "What's up? Did you come to see me for something?" "Yes, teacher, I have some questions I don't understand, and I want to figure them out."... To be honest, at that time, I thought that just seeing her every day, being able to talk to her, hear her voice, and admire her up close would make me happy. At that time, I had absolutely no other desires. I had a crush on her. However, if that incident hadn't happened, there probably wouldn't have been any further development between us, and there wouldn't have been any more stories. At that time, I had known the teacher for almost two months. Because I went to see her every day, whether it was for official business or personal matters, even the other teachers in the office were used to my presence. I think they must know that I liked the teacher, but it didn't matter; a person who is easily swayed wouldn't care about so much. I remember it was almost lunchtime, and because the class rule was that we had to return to the classroom immediately during lunch break, or we would be punished, I, being a good student, certainly didn't want to be punished, so I immediately rushed back to the classroom at rocket speed. Just as I was about to turn a corner and go up the stairs, suddenly someone appeared in front of me. The problem was that I was moving so fast that I couldn't stop, and I could only bump into her amidst her surprised expression. However, in those fractions of a second, I still realized that she was probably a woman, so when we bumped into each other, I turned my body so that I fell to the ground on the bottom. "Bang~" "!" With a powerful impact, I experienced what gravitational acceleration meant. Not only did my body hit the ground, but my head also slammed in. For the first time, I truly understood the meaning of the idiom "dizzy and lightheaded." Just as my head was throbbing and I was trying to get up, I suddenly felt something soft and pleasant on my lips, so I licked it. After that, my head cleared up a bit, and I suddenly saw Teacher Jun staring at me with her big eyes, bigger than usual. Our positions were also very strange. A boy was lying on the stairwell, surrounded by papers and textbooks. On top of the boy, a woman was lying on top of him, their mouths connected. The woman's hand was on the boy, and the boy's hand was on the woman's buttocks. An uninformed person seeing this scene would really think it was a long-lost couple passionately displaying their love. And me, with my head throbbing, after discovering this scene, I don't know where the inspiration came from, but I made a picture that I still... I was so impressed by the decision that my hand unconsciously reached out and grabbed it. The texture in my hand was incredibly soft, even more comfortable than cotton, and very elastic. It would spring back to its original shape after being squeezed, like jelly. Plus, with the teacher lying on top of me, her breasts pressed against my chest, this incredibly exciting feeling made me feel like I was in heaven. Even my "little brother" was starting to get up to see what was happening. Stimulated by my grab, the teacher quickly jumped up, dusted herself off, and tidied herself up. Finding me still lying on the ground, she blushed as she thought about what had just happened. To ease the awkwardness, I sat up, touched my head, and pretended to cry out in pain. "Ouch...that hurts!" The teacher then remembered that I had been the one cushioning her fall and quickly squatted down to check on me. "Are you alright? Did you hit your head? Do you need to see a doctor?" "Yeah, I should be fine. I'm much better now. I'm very strong, hehe." After saying that, I looked up at the teacher... Teacher, seeing that your hair was all messed up because of the accident, it didn't look bad at all; instead, it had a kind of messy beauty. Today, you were wearing a pinkish-purple t-shirt with khaki casual pants. Because you knelt down to check on me, you leaned slightly forward, and because your clothes were loose, I could see the two mounds that had been pressing against my chest through the neckline. Those two mounds were already quite firm, and because of the pretty purple lace bra, they almost formed a deep cleavage. The snow-white radiance was dazzling; the two mounds were crystal clear, looking really like two big steamed buns, making you want to pick them up and devour them, while the deep cleavage made you want to put something in to see if you could fill it. Seeing such a real scene for the first time in my life was really too stimulating for me, leaving me stunned. When you noticed me staring at your chest, you looked down and realized you had exposed yourself. Your face flushed even more, and you quickly covered yourself, then helped me up.Come on. At this moment, I was really shy. Although something wonderful had happened, the scene was incredibly awkward. I kept my head down, not daring to look at the teacher. "It's alright, but how could you run in the hallway? Don't you know that's dangerous?" "Teacher, it's because I..." "Alright, stop talking. Running in the hallway is wrong, no matter what the reason. Look, you bumped into me, didn't you?" Hearing the teacher say this, I couldn't help but look at the teacher's lips and chest, as well as the plump buttocks I had grabbed. The teacher noticed my gaze, blushed again, and pulled her clothes up a little. "Alright, what happened just now was an accident. Don't worry about it too much, okay? I won't blame you. Remember not to run in the hallway next time." "Yes, I understand." "Okay, now it's lunch break. Go back to the classroom." After saying that, the teacher bent down to pick up the things scattered on the floor. I saw this and quickly helped. While picking up the things, I didn't dare to look at the teacher, so I moved quickly and then hurried back to the classroom. Since that incident, I really didn't know how to face my teacher. Although it was wonderful to have such close contact with him, and even touch his butt, it felt like shaking hands with a superstar—I didn't even want to wash my hands, wanting to savor that feeling. But the thought that this might create a rift between us, that he might dislike me because of it, made me extremely depressed. I couldn't concentrate on my studies, and I was too afraid to look at him in class. I also stopped trying to chat with him or ask him questions after class. Two weeks passed like this. One day, my teacher asked me to come to his office after class. I went to the office with a heavy heart, only to find that there were no other teachers there, just Mr. Jun. This made me even more nervous. I didn't know what he wanted to see me for, and I was very uneasy. "Come, sit down," the teacher said, pointing to a chair next to his seat. "Okay," I replied, sitting down. But I really didn't know what the teacher wanted to say. My palms were sweating with nervousness, my fingers were fidgeting nervously, and my legs were trembling. "I've noticed you haven't been behaving well in class these past few days. You haven't been paying much attention, and you've been coming to ask questions much less after class. What's wrong?" "Teacher, I..." I stammered, too afraid to tell you that it was because I kissed you and touched your bottom that I was afraid to approach you. If I did, I'd probably get beaten to death. Seeing my blushing face, the teacher thought for a moment and understood why I was acting this way, her own face turning red. "Is it because of that time you bumped into me?" the teacher asked. "Um... Teacher, I really didn't mean to, I..." "I know that was an accident, so don't worry about it too much. Don't let it affect your studies, okay?" "But... Teacher, aren't you angry?" "Teacher knows it was an accident, and I won't mind. Don't take it to heart either, don't blame yourself. Just forget about it and focus on your studies. Okay?" I looked at the teacher, and seeing her sincere expression, I knew she was telling the truth. She really didn't care, and she didn't dislike me because of it. This finally broke the heavy weight that had been pressing on my heart for over two weeks, and a smile returned to my face after two weeks. Seeing me like this, the teacher knew I understood and smiled too. "Alright, now that you know, hurry back to the classroom and try your best to catch up on what you've missed these past two weeks." "Yes, I know." I happily returned to the classroom, just when I thought life would be as wonderful as before, suddenly a piece of news, like a bolt from the blue, hit me like a meteorite... Chapter 3 After a conversation with the teacher, I learned that she didn't dislike me and had even noticed whether I was paying attention in class. This made me very happy, making me feel closer to the teacher than others, and even a little presumptuously thinking that I had already secured a place in her heart. Perhaps that place wasn't as important as her husband's, but it certainly held a certain status. Because of this thought, I was happy for a long time. After that, whenever I had free time after class, I would go to find the teacher, usually to ask her math questions, in order to spend more time with her. Because I wanted to ask more math questions, I kept looking for math problems to do, which caused my math ability to improve rapidly during this period, and there was no sign of it declining. This was perhaps something I hadn't expected. Time flies, and with the pleasant daily interactions with our teachers, the next semester was upon us in the blink of an eye. In the first math class of the new semester, our teacher delivered news that struck me like a bolt from the blue. Halfway through the lesson, perhaps because it was the beginning of the new semester and there wasn't much pressure, she chatted with us. As the conversation progressed, she mentioned her future plans. "After I finish teaching you all this semester, I'll be transferring to another school." This sudden news felt like watching an ugly woman perform a striptease in front of me; my mind went completely blank, and I was utterly stunned. Other students curiously asked the teacher why she was transferring to another school. "Teacher, why are you transferring to another school? You're teaching so well, why are you transferring?" "Because you got married. You don't live alone anymore. You want to be closer to your family so you can take better care of them. It's really inconvenient being here; it's still a bit far from home." I have no recollection of what happened after that, because my mind was filled with only one thought: "Teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…" Although I knew the teacher was married, as a young person, I didn't fully understand the word "marriage." But I knew what "leaving" meant. It meant that in at most four months, I wouldn't see my teacher anymore. The thought of her leaving really pained me. It felt like something very important was leaving me, leaving me feeling lost and unsure what to do. After a whole day of overthinking, the next day after class, I ran to the office to find the teacher. I didn't know why I was going to see her, but I felt I should talk to her. I didn't know what to say; I just really wanted to see her. I happened to run into my teacher in the hallway, so I said, "Teacher, I'd like to talk to you for a moment, is that alright?" "Oh, it's not about asking questions this time! Okay, come over here, it's more comfortable sitting here. Tell me, what do you want to say to me?" The teacher led me to a chair provided for students at the school and asked me curiously. "Teacher, I wanted to ask, after you finish teaching us this semester, are you really leaving? Is that true?" "Oh, that's what you wanted to talk about. Yes, it's true, didn't I say that yesterday?"I didn't dare go to the teacher; I'd probably get beaten to death if I told her. Seeing my blushing face, the teacher thought for a moment and understood why I was like this, her face also turning red. "Is it because of that time you bumped into me?" the teacher asked. "Um… teacher, I really didn't mean to, I…" "I know that was an accident, so don't worry about it too much. Don't let it affect your studies, okay?" "But… teacher, aren't you angry?" "I know it was an accident. I won't mind. Don't take it to heart either, don't blame yourself. Just forget about it and study hard. Okay?" I looked at the teacher, and seeing her sincere expression, I knew she was telling the truth. She really didn't care, and she didn't dislike me because of it. This finally broke the huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for over two weeks, and a smile returned to my face after two weeks. Seeing me like this, the teacher knew I understood and smiled too. "Alright, now that you know, hurry back to the classroom and try your best to catch up on what you've missed these past two weeks." "Yes, I know." I happily returned to the classroom, just when I thought life would be as wonderful as before, suddenly a piece of news, like a bolt from the blue, hit me like a meteorite... Chapter 3 After a conversation with the teacher, I learned that she didn't dislike me and had even noticed whether I was paying attention in class. This made me very happy, making me feel closer to the teacher than others, and even a little presumptuously thinking that I had already secured a place in her heart. Perhaps that place wasn't as important as her husband's, but it certainly held a certain status. Because of this thought, I was happy for a long time. After that, whenever I had free time after class, I would go to find the teacher, usually to ask her math questions, in order to spend more time with her. Because I wanted to ask more math questions, I kept looking for math problems to do, which caused my math ability to improve rapidly during this period, and there was no sign of it declining. This was perhaps something I hadn't expected. Time flies, and with the pleasant daily interactions with our teachers, the next semester was upon us in the blink of an eye. In the first math class of the new semester, our teacher delivered news that struck me like a bolt from the blue. Halfway through the lesson, perhaps because it was the beginning of the new semester and there wasn't much pressure, she chatted with us. As the conversation progressed, she mentioned her future plans. "After I finish teaching you all this semester, I'll be transferring to another school." This sudden news felt like watching an ugly woman perform a striptease in front of me; my mind went completely blank, and I was utterly stunned. Other students curiously asked the teacher why she was transferring to another school. "Teacher, why are you transferring to another school? You're teaching so well, why are you transferring?" "Because you got married. You don't live alone anymore. You want to be closer to your family so you can take better care of them. It's really inconvenient being here; it's still a bit far from home." I have no recollection of what happened after that, because my mind was filled with only one thought: "Teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…" Although I knew the teacher was married, as a young person, I didn't fully understand the word "marriage." But I knew what "leaving" meant. It meant that in at most four months, I wouldn't see my teacher anymore. The thought of her leaving really pained me. It felt like something very important was leaving me, leaving me feeling lost and unsure what to do. After a whole day of overthinking, the next day after class, I ran to the office to find the teacher. I didn't know why I was going to see her, but I felt I should talk to her. I didn't know what to say; I just really wanted to see her. I happened to run into my teacher in the hallway, so I said, "Teacher, I'd like to talk to you for a moment, is that alright?" "Oh, it's not about asking questions this time! Okay, come over here, it's more comfortable sitting here. Tell me, what do you want to say to me?" The teacher led me to a chair provided for students at the school and asked me curiously. "Teacher, I wanted to ask, after you finish teaching us this semester, are you really leaving? Is that true?" "Oh, that's what you wanted to talk about. Yes, it's true, didn't I say that yesterday?"I didn't dare go to the teacher; I'd probably get beaten to death if I told her. Seeing my blushing face, the teacher thought for a moment and understood why I was like this, her face also turning red. "Is it because of that time you bumped into me?" the teacher asked. "Um… teacher, I really didn't mean to, I…" "I know that was an accident, so don't worry about it too much. Don't let it affect your studies, okay?" "But… teacher, aren't you angry?" "I know it was an accident. I won't mind. Don't take it to heart either, don't blame yourself. Just forget about it and study hard. Okay?" I looked at the teacher, and seeing her sincere expression, I knew she was telling the truth. She really didn't care, and she didn't dislike me because of it. This finally broke the huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for over two weeks, and a smile returned to my face after two weeks. Seeing me like this, the teacher knew I understood and smiled too. "Alright, now that you know, hurry back to the classroom and try your best to catch up on what you've missed these past two weeks." "Yes, I know." I happily returned to the classroom, just when I thought life would be as wonderful as before, suddenly a piece of news, like a bolt from the blue, hit me like a meteorite... Chapter 3 After a conversation with the teacher, I learned that she didn't dislike me and had even noticed whether I was paying attention in class. This made me very happy, making me feel closer to the teacher than others, and even a little presumptuously thinking that I had already secured a place in her heart. Perhaps that place wasn't as important as her husband's, but it certainly held a certain status. Because of this thought, I was happy for a long time. After that, whenever I had free time after class, I would go to find the teacher, usually to ask her math questions, in order to spend more time with her. Because I wanted to ask more math questions, I kept looking for math problems to do, which caused my math ability to improve rapidly during this period, and there was no sign of it declining. This was perhaps something I hadn't expected. Time flies, and with the pleasant daily interactions with our teachers, the next semester was upon us in the blink of an eye. In the first math class of the new semester, our teacher delivered news that struck me like a bolt from the blue. Halfway through the lesson, perhaps because it was the beginning of the new semester and there wasn't much pressure, she chatted with us. As the conversation progressed, she mentioned her future plans. "After I finish teaching you all this semester, I'll be transferring to another school." This sudden news felt like watching an ugly woman perform a striptease in front of me; my mind went completely blank, and I was utterly stunned. Other students curiously asked the teacher why she was transferring to another school. "Teacher, why are you transferring to another school? You're teaching so well, why are you transferring?" "Because you got married. You don't live alone anymore. You want to be closer to your family so you can take better care of them. It's really inconvenient being here; it's still a bit far from home." I have no recollection of what happened after that, because my mind was filled with only one thought: "Teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…teacher is leaving…" Although I knew the teacher was married, as a young person, I didn't fully understand the word "marriage." But I knew what "leaving" meant. It meant that in at most four months, I wouldn't see my teacher anymore. The thought of her leaving really pained me. It felt like something very important was leaving me, leaving me feeling lost and unsure what to do. After a whole day of overthinking, the next day after class, I ran to the office to find the teacher. I didn't know why I was going to see her, but I felt I should talk to her. I didn't know what to say; I just really wanted to see her. I happened to run into my teacher in the hallway, so I said, "Teacher, I'd like to talk to you for a moment, is that alright?" "Oh, it's not about asking questions this time! Okay, come over here, it's more comfortable sitting here. Tell me, what do you want to say to me?" The teacher led me to a chair provided for students at the school and asked me curiously. "Teacher, I wanted to ask, after you finish teaching us this semester, are you really leaving? Is that true?" "Oh, that's what you wanted to talk about. Yes, it's true, didn't I say that yesterday?"
"But this means I won't see you anymore! What will I do if I want to find you later?" Hearing the teacher's definite answer, I blurted out my thoughts in a bit of panic. "Oh, you can still come find me later. Whenever you have time, you're welcome to come!" "That...that's true, but..." "Alright, don't think too much about it. Class is about to start, hurry back to the classroom."
With that, the teacher turned and went to teach, leaving me sitting there staring blankly at her retreating figure. ********** ... The thought of that accident, the memory of that unforgettable touch, and that unexpected kiss, stirred something within me, making my heart flutter and my mind wander. The thought of my teacher's impending departure, and that unexpected touch, fueled some wicked ideas within me. ****************************************************************************************
After last night's wild thoughts, some wicked ideas had already formed in my mind. My conscience told me I shouldn't do this, but the thought of my teacher's imminent departure immediately overwhelmed my conscience, leading me to prepare to carry out my evil plan. First, I began to observe my teacher's daily activities, carefully studying her school routine: what time and where she taught, what time she was in the office, and what she did at what time. All of this needed to be observed meticulously. After a week of careful observation and investigation, I finally figured out the teacher's daily routine at school and discovered the perfect time to carry out my plan: during lunch break, the teacher would pass through the corridor where our accident happened. It happened to be a relatively secluded corner of the school, making it even more convenient for my plan to unfold. Before carrying out my wicked plan, I once again reflected on myself: Was this really the right thing to do? What would happen to me if I actually carried out my plan? Would I be arrested and locked up? Would the teacher still talk to me? Many thoughts swirled in my mind, making me want to abandon my plan at one point. But as soon as I thought about the teacher leaving soon and never seeing her again, no other thoughts could influence me. My decision was—to carry out the plan! After deciding to execute the plan, I began to consider whether there were any areas for improvement, and whether any external factors might affect its execution. I even foolishly conducted a simulation alone in the corridor. Once
everything was confirmed to be correct, I prepared to begin execution. I was particularly nervous at lunchtime that day, fearing something might go wrong. As lunch break approached, I lay in wait in the shadows of the corridor, waiting for the teacher to arrive. When the lunch break bell rang, my heart pounded faster and faster, terrified that something unexpected had happened. Fortunately, it seemed that nothing untoward would occur. When the familiar sound of high heels rang out, my expression turned serious. I looked around; this was indeed a secluded corner of the school, and given that it was lunch break, there was practically no one around. As soon as the teacher's figure appeared around the corner, I rushed towards her. Let me first explain my plan. Recalling the feeling of our lips touching when we bumped into each other, and the sensation of my hands touching her full buttocks, still lingers in my mind. Because the teacher was about to leave, amidst the sadness of her departure, that encounter kept replaying and magnifying in my mind, making me want to relive that feeling again. So, my plan was to first find out the teacher's daily routine at school, where she usually went, and then have an unexpected encounter with her. Of course, where I would touch her during that encounter was beyond my control, since it would be my hands that touched her, hehe! Back to the scene, when the teacher saw me, I could see her surprised expression, and my target: her lips, her high breasts, and her full buttocks. In that split second, I thought for a moment: when I pounced on her, besides kissing her sexy lips, where should my hands touch? In an instant, I decided to touch her two big breasts. The reason for touching them was simple: because I had never touched them before! In that split second, I glanced at my teacher's outfit. She was wearing white trousers and a red top, and her hair was down, making her look very elegant, which excited me even more. In a flash, we collided as I had planned, and my lips pressed against hers. My hand quickly moved to her chest, but then something unexpected happened: the force of my impact was too great, and my teacher was about to fall to the ground. I panicked, afraid she would get hurt because of me. I quickly turned my body around, positioning myself underneath her to prevent injury. My left hand unconsciously moved to her full buttocks, holding her tightly. Let me describe this scene: a male student was below, and a female teacher was above. The male student's right hand was on the teacher's buttocks, unconsciously rubbing them lightly; while his left hand was on the teacher's chest, unable to rub as freely as his right hand due to the position. Their lips were pressed together, and their eyes were wide open, staring at each other. The female teacher reacted first, quickly standing up, her fair face still flushed, very cute, like a red apple. "Are you alright? Be careful." "Teacher, I'm sorry." "? It's you again? I bumped into you again. Be careful." "Teacher, I'm sorry." "Alright, it's lunch break now, hurry back." After saying that, the teacher quickly turned and left, but you could still see that she was very nervous. I stood there, slowly savoring the results of this successful execution of the plan. The teacher still smelled very nice, and her lips were still very soft, like a gummy candy, soft and sweet. My right hand, as before, touched those full buttocks. The feeling of fullness made me want to touch them again. The focus was on my left hand, which touched a new area. Although I knew the teacher had a good figure, I only realized how magnificent it truly was after actually touching it. When I was little, I loved eating steamed buns, and those treasures were like giant Shandong steamed buns. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to fully enjoy the feel. However, my body still aches a little
; it seems I hit her too hard. But thinking about my achievement made me chuckle happily, and I turned and went back to the classroom. ********** ... "Teacher, I'm so sorry, I bumped into you again yesterday. Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Be careful, you're so restless, you need to watch your step." Seeing that the teacher's expression was normal, I knew she didn't take it to heart, probably thinking it was just an accident and hadn't expected it was my plan. "Okay, I know, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time." After saying that, I left, but then I thought wickedly: Since the teacher also thought it was an accident, then if accidents happen a few more times, I guess it'll be normal, since they're all accidents anyway.
Knowing that the teacher also considered it an accident and didn't take it seriously, I became bolder and planned to have more of these accidents, hoping to enjoy them more. Of course, I knew that if the accidents happened too frequently, it would arouse the teacher's suspicion, so the frequency of our accidents was about four or five days at a time. Each accident allowed me to have intimate contact with the teacher, including a kiss on the lips, and my hands would change where they touched her each time. Sometimes one hand would touch her chest, the other her buttocks, and sometimes both hands would touch her chest or buttocks at the same time, which made me very happy afterward. The day after each accident, I would apologize to the teacher to see her attitude, but each time she seemed to think it was an accident and told me to be careful, as it would be bad if I got hurt. She didn't take it to heart. The teacher's attitude made me bolder, and in the subsequent accidents, my hands would enjoy rubbing, and my tongue would slowly venture deeper, trying to invade the teacher's mouth, but unfortunately, I never succeeded. After this happened seven or eight times, one day, the teacher came to find me after class and asked me to come see her during lunch break. I was a little disappointed because today was my "unexpected" day; the teacher needed to see me, so I couldn't enjoy myself. Sigh… But when I went to see the teacher, I realized things had really gotten serious…
Chapter 4 **************** ...
I specifically transferred back to my hometown for this wedding, hoping we wouldn't be separated anymore. After all, we're getting married, and after discussing it, we decided it's better for a couple to live together. On my first day at school, my first class was with second-year students. Since it was the start of the semester, and I was a new teacher, I didn't want to be too serious right away. I didn't want to jump straight into class, and since the students had just finished summer vacation and weren't feeling their best, I decided to take attendance first and get to know them. I noticed one student had the same name as me, which piqued my interest. I looked at him more closely. Hmm, he wore glasses, was tall, and not too bad-looking, but he seemed a bit dazed; I wondered if he was daydreaming. After a month of getting to know each other, the atmosphere in my class was good, and I had become familiar with the students. I was also gradually interacting with the other second-grade class I was teaching, especially with the student who shared my name. I initially thought he was a bit slow, but he was surprisingly attentive. He would come to me with questions he didn't understand almost every break. Besides the lessons and homework, he would bring me many problems he had found himself, which surprised me. Having taught for so many years, I rarely see such a diligent student. This gave me even more motivation to teach him. Through this back-and-forth questioning, I gradually got to know him better and could sense that he liked me. However, since he's entering puberty, and I've encountered similar situations before, I didn't mind. Sometimes, seeing his shy yet excited expression when he caught a glimpse of my cleavage from my collar amused me; teasing him like that was quite fun. **********
... "Are you alright? Did you hit your head? Do you need to see a doctor?" "Yeah, I should be fine. I'm much better now. I'm pretty strong, hehe." Seeing that he said he was alright and wasn't completely out of it, I figured he was probably okay. But my responsibility as a teacher made me decide to discipline him. "It's good that you're alright, but how could you run in the hallway? Don't you know that's dangerous?" "Teacher, it's because I..." "Alright, stop talking. Running in the hallway is wrong, no matter what the reason. See, you bumped into me, didn't you?" Seeing his ashamed expression, I knew he knew he was wrong. Just as I was about to tell him to go back to the classroom to rest, I saw his eyes staring at my lips and buttocks. I knew he must have remembered what had just happened, which reminded me of what had just happened. My face turned red instantly. Looking at him, I felt strange myself. To avoid this awkward situation, I had no choice but to tell him to leave quickly. "Okay, what happened just now was an accident. Don't worry about it too much, okay? The teacher won't blame you. Remember not to run in the hallway next time." "Yes, I know." "Okay, it's lunch break now. Go back to the classroom." Seeing him leave,
I felt guilty and quickly left as well. **************** ... I asked him with concern, "Teacher has noticed that you haven't been doing very well in class these past few days. You're not very focused, and you're not asking questions as often after class. What's wrong?" "Teacher, I..." Seeing his blushing face, I felt a little shy myself for some reason. I shook my head and continued to ask him. "Is it because of that time you bumped into me?" I asked. "Um... Teacher, I really didn't mean to, I..." "I know that was an accident, so don't worry about it too much. Don't let it affect your studies, okay?" "But... Teacher, aren't you angry?" "Teacher knows it was an accident, and I won't mind. Don't take it to heart either, don't blame yourself. Just forget about it and study hard. Okay?" Seeing his relieved expression, I knew he was no longer bothered by it, so I spoke to him easily. "Alright, now that you know
, hurry back to the classroom and try your best to catch up on what you've missed these past two weeks." "Yes, I understand." ********** ... The next day, I ran into Jun in the hallway. He said he wanted to talk to me, and since there was a chair nearby, I led him to sit down. "Oh, so you're not here to ask a question this time! Okay, come over here, it's more comfortable sitting here. Tell me, what do you want to say to your teacher?" "Teacher, I want to ask, after you finish teaching us this semester, are you really leaving? Is that true?" "Oh, that's what you wanted to say. Yes, it's true. Didn't I say that yesterday?"
I hadn't expected him to ask me about this. Seeing his serious expression, I thought he was going to tell me something serious. "But what if? I won't be able to see you anymore! What will I do if I want to find you later?" Hearing his frank answer, I was a little startled. Seeing him looking at me so earnestly, I initially thought he was just like any other teenage boy, just having a crush on me. I didn't expect him to like me this much. However, at that moment, I didn't take it too seriously. After all, everyone's been young, and I thought his reaction was normal. So I casually told him, "You can still come to see me later. Whenever you're free, you're welcome to come see me anytime!" "That…that's true, but…" "Okay, don't think too much about it. Class is about to start, hurry back to the classroom." With that, I turned and left. After talking with Jun
, I was relieved to see that he wasn't as distracted as before because of my departure; he was still focused on his studies. It seemed this incident hadn't affected him. A few days later, after my second check-up, I had to pass through that corridor again. Thinking about the time we bumped into each other, I felt a little embarrassed, but the scene was really funny, making me chuckle. As I turned the corner, I saw a figure bumping into me. I was startled and vaguely recognized Jun. Then we collided again. When I recovered a bit from the impact, I realized he was below me, one hand on my ample breasts and the other on my buttocks, squeezing a few times. Our lips were pressed together again, and we were staring at each other. I snapped out of it and quickly got up, first checking if he was hurt. "Are you alright? Be careful." "Teacher, I'm sorry." "What? It's you again? I bumped into you again. Be careful." "Teacher, I'm sorry." He said, sounding a little nervous. "Alright, it's lunch break now, hurry back." I left quickly after saying that. After all, it was embarrassing enough that this happened once, but it happened a second time, and I didn't know how to face him. Back in my office, I thought that if I cared too much, he might become anxious again, which wouldn't be good. I should just treat it as an accident and forget about it. The next day, he came to ask me about what happened yesterday. I thought he must have been worried too, so I acted like I didn't care and told him not to worry anymore. **********************************************************************************************
I thought those two times were just accidents and wouldn't happen again, and I didn't tell anyone about it. Unexpectedly, this happened many more times afterward, making me suspect that he had planned it intentionally. Each time, we would inevitably kiss, and his hands would always reach for my breasts and buttocks, which further convinced me that he was doing it on purpose. To confirm whether it was intentional, I calculated the frequency of these incidents and, on days when an incident was likely to occur, I would go around to that corridor from another location to see what was going on. As expected, I saw him hiding in a darker spot beside the corridor, his eyes fixed on the corridor I always passed, as if anticipating something. Seeing this, I understood. The previous incidents might have been accidental, but the subsequent "accidents" were likely planned. However, for some reason, I didn't want to stop him. Instead, I quietly went back and passed through that corridor as before. As I was about to turn the corner, he rushed at me again. I could see desire in his eyes, and at that moment, a strange expectation arose within me. After we bumped into each other, his hands, as expected, reached for my body again. This time, his targets were my breasts, one in each hand, and his lips, as usual, kissed me. This time, I deliberately lingered on him for a longer period. His hands couldn't help but grab a few times, and I felt a jolt of electricity flow from my chest throughout my body. At that moment, I knew I was already a little wet down there. Feeling the wetness, I quickly got off him, told him to be careful as usual,
and left. As I turned around, I saw that he seemed excited. I remembered that this was probably the first time he had touched my breasts; perhaps men all like that. ********** ... But I thought it was impossible. After all, we were newly married, and my husband and I were very loving. We had a regular sex life, but why was this happening? I really couldn't understand it. Lost in this worry, the time arrived again. Thinking about the "accident" that was about to happen, I got excited. Sure enough, when he bumped into me, his hand came again. Every time this happened, I was especially excited, especially when I knew he was doing it on purpose; my lower body became even wetter. Although the stimulation only lasted a few seconds, it was always unforgettable. A few times I could feel him secretly sticking out his tongue, but I still had some reservations and kept my mouth tightly shut, not daring to let it cross the line. His hands didn't have that reservation. Perhaps sensing my slight indulgence, whenever his hand lingered on my chest or buttocks, he would deliberately pinch them a few times. His unrestrained behavior excited me even more, so I unconsciously spent more time on him, and my underwear became increasingly wet. But I still had some reservations about this secret relationship. What if we were discovered? This was not allowed. But whenever I recall the feeling from our first encounter, I feel a little lost again. The thought that my teaching is only until the end of the course, and we probably won't see each other again, slowly turns the little devil in my heart into a big devil. I've made a small decision in my mind, one I don't know if it's right or wrong. The next day, I went to him… Chapter 5 These past few days, because of the constant "accidents," my contact with my teacher has become more and more frequent, allowing me to enjoy many feelings I never imagined I could experience before. Today is another day of "accidents." Just as I was looking forward to continuing to enjoy this feeling during lunch break, my teacher approached me after class. "Jun, are you busy during lunch break today?" "No, teacher." "Then could you come to my office during lunch break today? I have something to discuss with you." "
Oh, okay." I was a little annoyed that my teacher wanted to see me. Since I had something to do at noon, I couldn't enjoy it today. When I arrived at the office during lunch break, I found only my teacher writing something at her desk. She noticed me coming in and called me to her desk. "Jun, I have something to discuss with you today." "Teacher, what is it you want to talk to me about?" "Jun, I have a question for you, and you must answer me honestly. Recently, we've been having a lot of accidents in that corridor. I wonder if you deliberately caused these accidents?" Hearing the teacher say this, I was really shocked. I didn't expect the teacher to know that it was my plan. I always thought it was a perfect plan that no one would find out. Suddenly being asked this, I stood there speechless. "Teacher... I..." Seeing my reaction, the teacher knew the answer. "You know, I wouldn't have suspected this before, but these accidents are happening so frequently, and every time we're together, we're kissing, and your hands are groping me." Hearing the teacher say this, I knew the evidence was conclusive, and I was caught red-handed. I didn't know how the teacher would punish me next, so I nervously lowered my head and continued to listen to the teacher's lecture. "I know you're in your adolescence now, and you might be curious about relationships between boys and girls, especially with girls. But you've really been going too far lately. Why were you pressing against me when you were groping me?"
I was initially terrified, head down, wondering how the teacher would punish me. But as I heard more, I felt ashamed. I hadn't expected the teacher to notice even my physical reaction. At this point, I decided to take the plunge. I figured I was going to be punished anyway, so I might as well just say it all. "Teacher, I'm so sorry. I know what I did was wrong. But I really like you! I liked you the first time we met, otherwise I wouldn't have done this." The teacher seemed a little startled by my words, but quickly recovered and continued, "I know you might like me, but like I said, you're just going through puberty. You're just curious about women. Besides, I'm a teacher, and I'm married." Since I'd already laid it all out, I didn't care what happened next. I just wanted the teacher to know how much I liked her, so I continued arguing with her. "Teacher, I really like you! I know it's wrong, but ever since that accident we had, you've been all I can think about. Every time I think of you, I can't do anything, I just can't forget you." Hearing my emotional outburst, the teacher was stunned and fell silent. I slowly calmed down, realizing I'd just blurted out all my feelings for her, and the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, wondering how she would judge me. But when she said what she said next, I was the one who froze. "This… okay, I didn't know you liked me so much, to this extent. Your most important task right now is studying, this… okay, so as not to affect your studies, whenever you think of me and can't stop, I'll let you hug me, okay? Please don't do those things anymore." Hearing her say this, I felt like I'd gone from hell to heaven. To make sure I wasn't dreaming, I asked her again if it was true. "Teacher… you… you… are you… serious?" Hearing my question, the teacher, perhaps shy, blushed. "Yes, it's true, but I'm doing this so you can focus on your studies and stop thinking about all those other random things. Can you promise me you won't think about those things anymore?" "Yes, yes, I promise I will." I never imagined I could hug my teacher so openly. Seeing my excitement, the teacher was a little shy, but still reminded me of something. "One more thing, since I've already agreed to let you hug me, you can't touch me like that anymore."
I was a little disappointed to hear that, but right now all I wanted was to hug her legitimately; I didn't care about anything else. "Okay, teacher, can I hug you now?" I asked impatiently. The teacher didn't seem to have expected me to be so eager, but she had already agreed. "Okay, but this is the office; it's not appropriate to hug here. Let's hug in the hallway." With that, she walked out of the office. Hearing this, I happily followed her. The thought of being able to hug my teacher directly instead of having to bump into her made me excited, since bumping into someone would hurt. When we reached the corridor, my teacher stopped, turned around, and looked at me, saying, "Okay, you can hug me now."
She then closed her eyes, waiting for me to hug her. I walked forward, and when I reached out, my hands were actually shaking—how pathetic! When I hugged my teacher, because I'm already tall, even though she was wearing high heels, I was still half a head taller than her. So I rested my head on her head, inhaling her long, black hair. I could smell her fragrance; it wasn't the scent of lotion, but her natural body odor, very attractive and never tiring. My hands were on her back, and through the touch, I could feel how soft her body was, making me not want to leave. We hugged for a full five minutes before I let go. I felt my face getting hot. I looked at my teacher; her face was also flushed, like my favorite red apple—so cute. "Okay, you've hugged her
now, don't overthink it." "Okay, thank you, teacher." **********
... During lunch break, I walked with my teacher down the corridor. She seemed a little shy, but kept her eyes closed, waiting for me to hug her. "Teacher, wait a minute, I need to talk to you about something first," I said, suppressing the urge to hug her. "What is it?" she asked, seemingly surprised that I didn't hug her directly but instead wanted to talk to her first. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Teacher, yesterday you said I could hug you, but not touch you, right?" She nodded, curious about what I was going to say. "Teacher, you only said I can't touch you, so I guess I can still kiss you," I said with a slightly wicked grin, seeing her affirmative answer. She paused, perhaps not expecting me to say that, but what I said wasn't wrong. She stood there, unsure how to react. To be honest, I said that just to gamble, to see if I could take advantage of her by omitting this crucial detail. The teacher stood there thinking for a long time. When I saw her nod, I didn't know what to say. I rushed over and hugged her, then lowered my head and kissed her lips. Kissing this long-lost treasure again, the faint fragrance emanating from her lips, her body so soft—it felt amazing. In a daze, my little brother slowly awakened. As I hugged the teacher longer, it began to "salute" her, subtly pressing against her soft lower abdomen. When it touched her, I felt a current flow from her body through my penis to mine. This pleasure was intense, like an addiction, making it impossible to escape. The teacher sensed my change and quickly jumped away from my embrace. "Okay, that's enough for today's report." Sigh, I should have known better than to get so excited, but I couldn't control myself. ******************************************************************************************************
After that, except for weekends off, I would meet my teacher in that corridor every day. After more than ten attempts, I made a breakthrough. By then, we had met many times and were quite familiar with each other. Whenever we reached the corridor, she would habitually come into my arms, and I would habitually hug her back and kiss her directly. Since I started kissing my teacher, my tongue had been relentlessly attacking, but unfortunately, her cherry-like lips were always tightly closed, preventing me from succeeding. Today, I habitually stuck out my tongue, wanting to try again. Unexpectedly, my teacher's mouth wasn't closed tightly today, allowing me to directly penetrate her defenses and make contact with her tongue. My teacher's tongue was startled and tried to escape my attack. She also wanted to leave my embrace, but how could I let this opportunity slip by? I quickly hugged her tightly, not letting her escape. My tongue didn't give up either, relentlessly chasing hers. Wherever she went, I followed, circling her mouth again and again. I even managed to taste a lot of her saliva; I don't know if it was just my imagination, but it tasted sweet, like sugar water. This gave me energy while I enjoyed the chase, allowing me to continue. With my tongue's unwavering effort, I finally caught up. Perhaps she gave up trying to escape, because her tongue began to respond to mine. We were like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, sometimes entwined in my mouth, sometimes playing in hers, having a wonderful time. We kissed like this for over ten minutes before finally separating. We were both a little out of breath, our faces flushed, but I was incredibly happy because it was my first time experiencing something like this. "How could you do that?" the teacher said, panting slightly. "Teacher… I didn't break the agreement," I said, a little smugly. "Okay, don't do it again next time," the teacher said, blushing. But the next time we met, I ignored her advice and attacked again. This time, my defenses held out for less than three seconds before being breached once more. This time, after the initial contact, it wasn't me who initiated the kiss; instead, it was the teacher who took the initiative to entwine with me. Our kisses were as passionate as lightning, neither of us wanting to separate. I opened my eyes and saw the teacher looking at me. A little shy, I closed my eyes and continued trying. "Teacher, why did you take the initiative…?" I asked curiously after we separated. "What are you talking about? Did I break our agreement?" the teacher asked, a little embarrassed and angry. "Um…no," I replied happily. I hadn't expected the teacher to be so proactive, which made me even more eager for the next interaction. But I still felt a little unsatisfied, wanting more… Chapter 6 It was another beautiful, sunny day. Although people often say spring weather is unpredictable, the weather in the south is always nice. The weather was so clear, the sunshine felt wonderful, making me want to lie in bed and have a good, comfortable sleep. Of course, I wasn't among those who wanted to sleep. Especially for ordinary students, spending such good weather at school, attending classes that never seem to interest them, is incredibly frustrating. Of course, there are still people who enjoy coming to school, including myself. It's noon, lunch break time, a time when students and teachers should be able to rest. But there are two figures in the distance, clearly a boy and a girl. Looking closer, the boy is clearly a student, as he's wearing a school uniform, and he's quite tall for his age. He's following behind the woman, looking very excited. Looking at the woman from behind, her dark hair is tied back in a bun, and she's wearing a white dress.

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