A teacher who is so lewd it's unimaginable

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"Oh my god... oh my god..." Teacher Jingli's eyes widened in disbelief as she murmured, her breathing becoming rapid.
"What... what happened to me?" Teacher Jingli covered her face as if waking from a nightmare, then released it, staring at her attire in disbelief.
A thin shirt, her breasts clearly visible without a bra. Her knee-length skirt was pulled up above her thighs, making her look like a flirtatious prostitute, and she wasn't even wearing underwear, her genitals directly exposed to the air.
Even more terrifying was that she was actually squatting on the ground, giving oral sex to a boy. Teacher Jingli felt a wave of nausea, her throat tightened, one hand on her glasses, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.
Qu Ming was dumbfounded, never expecting her to regain consciousness a day early, at this critical moment. He cursed Cai Ji's father a thousand times in his mind, and then cursed this damned moment a thousand times over.
Chen Jin could arrive at any moment, Qu Ming gritted his teeth, pulled up his basketball shorts, and nervously considered how to deal with the now-conscious Teacher Jingli.
Cai Ji was right; the drug didn't impair consciousness, and Teacher Jing Li's memories from this period remained clear. Therefore, she found it even harder to accept what had happened to her.
Teacher Jing Li closed her eyes, apologizing to Qu Ming with her virginity… apologizing to that giant ape-like boy with anal sex… being played with by students in class… the orgasm in this changing room… countless lewd and sadistic scenes flooded her mind simultaneously.
Teacher Jing Li's face was pale, her body trembling, her heart felt like it was being torn apart, revealing a bloody wound. The sudden upheaval almost drove her to a mental breakdown; she couldn't believe those nightmarish experiences had actually happened to her.
But her clothes, her naked body, told her it was all real. Teacher Jing Li sat like a puppet in the changing room, her mind a jumble of shameful scenes. In just a few days, she had not only lost her virginity but had also been sexually assaulted by three different boys. They had not only used her vagina but also performed lewd anal and oral sex on her… Seeing Teacher Jing Li frozen in place, Qu Ming felt even more uneasy. He had originally planned to settle Teacher Jingli in a quiet place tomorrow and deal with her slowly after she regained consciousness. But she had regained consciousness now, completely disrupting his plans. If she couldn't handle the blow and committed suicide in the locker room, he would be finished.
A cheer came from the court, and Qu Ming's heart tightened.
Ba Shan poked his head in, "Boss, Chen Jin is here." Qu Ming gritted his teeth, "Big Dick, take Teacher Jingli to the sidelines, find a quiet place, and keep a close eye on her." "Okay." Ba Shan agreed immediately. Watching the game with her would even give him a chance to touch her thigh.
Qu Ming brushed past him, gritting his teeth and whispering, "Keep a close eye on her! This bitch is awake!" "What?" Ba Shan was startled.
"Shut up!" Qu Ming snapped, his legs stiff as he stepped onto the court.
Chen Jin was warming up on the court, wearing a sky-blue jersey. He slammed the ball to the ground a few times, then threw it down forcefully. As the ball bounced, he leaped high into the air, caught it, swung his arm, and slammed it into the net with one hand.
The group of school team players who came with Chen Jin clapped and cheered, applauding his performance, creating a lively atmosphere. Chen
Jin jumped onto the court and provocatively beckoned to Qu Ming. Normally, Qu Ming would have been enraged by this gesture and retaliated with an even more explosive dunk. But right now, he didn't even feel like getting angry.
Qu Ming coldly accepted the basketball passed to him by a teammate and slowly dribbled it around the court. The feel of the basketball and the rhythm of his dribbling calmed him down. Right now, the most important thing wasn't Teacher Jing Li, but this game.
Qu Ming put Teacher Jing Li out of his mind, picked up the ball, sprang up with his waist and legs, and smoothly extended his arm. The basketball arced from beyond the three-point line and flew into the net. He had to win this game.
Both sides went through the motions of checking the ball, then decided to go first by flipping a coin. The referee tossed the coin and announced that Qu Ming would go first.
Qu Ming received the basketball and dribbled it slowly around the center circle. Chen Jin didn't retreat to the three-point line to choose a defensive position as usual, but instead bent over and spread his arms near the center circle, clearly adopting a close defensive style to prevent Qu Ming from creating space and scoring with a jump shot.
Chen Jin hadn't been idle these past few days, constantly practicing against his teammates. The school basketball club was far superior to the Red Wolf Club; Qu Ming had a hard time finding an opponent, but Chen Jin didn't have to worry about that. He was full of confidence, determined to crush Qu Ming in this one-on-one match and show Bin University that the so-called basketball prince was just bullshit!
Qu Ming dribbled with one hand, then suddenly started moving, cutting past Chen Jin at an angle. Chen Jin couldn't find an opportunity to steal the ball, so he quickly moved his feet, sticking close to Qu Ming and retreating, constantly watching his rhythm, wary of a sudden stop and jump shot.
Qu Ming dribbled with only his left hand, raising his right to protect his body, and charged into the paint from the left. When he reached a shooting position, Chen Jin unceremoniously blocked Qu Ming's shot with his body; even if Qu Ming managed to force a shot, the interference would distort his movement.
The first ball was crucial for both sides. Judging from Qu Ming's dribbling movements, Chen Jin considered him a formidable opponent, but not intimidating. Whether Qu Ming used a hook shot or a bank shot, he was confident he could block the ball from Qu Ming's hands immediately, delivering a resounding block.
Qu Ming dribbled slowly towards the baseline, then took a step to the side, turned, quickly dribbled the ball, and then leaped up. Qu Ming was going to dunk on his first shot, much to Chen Jin's surprise. Didn't he realize that his 1.96-meter height was just for show? If he let Qu Ming dunk over him, Chen Jin might as well saw off a section of his leg and say he was only 1.36 meters tall from now on.
Without a second thought, Chen Jin leaped up, using his height and wingspan advantage to block the basketball in Qu Ming's hands. His reaction speed was absolutely lightning fast; the moment Qu Ming left the ground, he reacted.
The problem was, Chen Jin's shoes suddenly slipped, as if he'd stepped on a puddle of glue. Before he could even jump, he crashed to the ground in an extremely awkward position, forced to watch as Qu Ming soared into the air and beautifully dunked the ball high above his head.
Chen Jin's blood rushed to his head. He reached down and touched the floor; someone had spilled a liquid there. The liquid was wet and sticky, several times more slippery than any engine oil he'd ever seen, and it smelled faintly of something fishy.
Most of the spectators outside the court were cheering for Qu Ming, completely ignoring the fact that he'd been tricked. Chen Jin's face flushed red as he pointed at the floor and roared, "What happened?" Qu Ming glanced coldly at the wet patch on the floor, waved his finger at the referee, and said, "This shot doesn't count." Qu Ming's magnanimity drew even more cheers. The players came up and wiped the floor clean with towels, and the game started again.
Although this unexpected incident didn't result in Chen Jin losing a point, its effect was even more unacceptable to him than Qu Ming scoring a single point. On his first offensive play, Qu Ming dunked over him in front of the entire court, then generously declared the basket invalid—a classic case of getting away with something and then acting innocent, ruthlessly humiliating Chen Jin while basking in his own glory.
But no one could explain the wet patches on the court, so even with ten times the anger, Chen Jin could only swallow his anger and accept his bad luck.
Qu Ming resumed his offense, using the same route as before: dribbling from the left side to the baseline before driving in.
Chen Jin held his breath, defending with all his might. When Qu Ming rose on his tiptoes, Chen Jin assumed he was going to repeat his previous dunk and jumped to block, only to find Qu Ming had faked it.
Qu Ming had merely risen on his tiptoes, not actually dunking, but instead taking a step back. As Chen Jin reached the peak of his jump and began to fall, Qu Ming calmly jumped, scoring his first point with an effortless jump shot.
The members of the school basketball team all put away their smiles and became serious. Perhaps to avoid being accused of spying on their opponents before the game, Zhou Donghua did not come to watch the match. No one could help Chen Jin adjust his mindset in time.
Deceived by a basic feint, Chen Jin's anger nearly consumed his reason. He stole the ball and launched an attack from the center circle. What angered him even more was that Qu Ming had abandoned close defense, retreating to the three-point line to wait patiently, clearly underestimating his shooting and treating the area outside the three-point line as a safe zone.
Enraged, Chen Jin took a decisive shot. The ball bounced off the rim. Qu Ming, positioned under the basket, easily grabbed the rebound and regained control of the offense.
Qu Ming's second attack began under his own basket. Under Chen Jin's close pressure, he gradually traversed the entire court, making two consecutive spins to break through Chen Jin's defense and reach the basket. Then, he held the ball with his left hand and leaped high.
One of Chen Jin's weaknesses was his slightly slow spin, failing to box out in time. As compensation, he leaped from behind Qu Ming, leaning out and swatting the ball away from his hands. With his wingspan, he was about six centimeters taller than Qu Ming, and his jumping ability was no less. If Qu Ming had dunked the same way, he would have definitely been knocked away by him.
Qu Ming seemed to see the arm reaching out from behind him. Just before Chen Jin's fingertips touched the basketball, he switched hands, passed the ball to his right hand, flipped his wrist, and slammed the ball into the hoop with a reverse dunk. His body slid forward without stopping, landing steadily on the ground.
The basketball went through the net, bounced behind Qu Ming, and rolled to Chen Jin's feet.
Cheers erupted in the arena. The Red Wolf Club members shouted desperately, "Boss! That was a beautiful dunk!" A group of girls screamed Qu Ming's name, and some even shrieked, "Prince! I love you!" Qu Ming looked around expressionlessly. Cai Ji gave him a victory sign from a distance. Ba Shan sat in the corner like a beast, his face full of excitement, waving his fist at him. Teacher Jing Li next to him stared at him blankly through her gold-rimmed glasses, seemingly still not recovered from the shock.
2-0, it was Chen Jin's turn to inbound the ball.
Chen Jin's face was ashen as he dribbled into the paint, leaping high with reckless abandon. He unleashed his full power, arching his back and then rebounding like a powerful bow, bending forward and swinging his arm to slam the ball into the net.
This dunk was a sure thing for him. But Qu Ming, who was closely guarding him under the basket, subtly nudged Chen Jin's waist with a small movement.
The ball missed the rim by a hair's breadth, and the huge rebound caused Chen Jin to lose his balance and fall backward with a thud. Qu Ming received the ball but didn't capitalize on this excellent opportunity to attack. Instead, he politely extended his hand to Chen Jin, but the cold smile on his face clearly carried a mocking tone.
Chen Jin had fallen hard, and physical contact during a confrontation was normal. The referee didn't blow the whistle, indicating that neither side had committed a foul. He shook off Qu Ming's hand, struggled to his feet, and glared fiercely at Qu Ming.
Qu Ming shrugged. The referee ruled that Chen Jin's attack had failed, and Qu Ming inbounded the ball.
Chen Jin, who had just fallen, was noticeably slower. Qu Ming didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, jumping for a mid-range shot at a 45-degree angle after entering the paint. He was unerring from that spot, as easy as sticking a rice scoop into a pot.
Three to zero.
Chen Jin, who had suffered a back injury, experienced a psychological imbalance even more severe than his physical injury. Zhou Donghua's warning about his inaccurate shooting and turning errors were now on full display, while Qu Ming played with increasing vigor in the high-intensity competition, showing no signs of fatigue. It
wasn't until Qu Ming made his fifth shot that Chen Jin pulled one back. And anyone with common sense could see that Qu Ming had intentionally let him score. If he hadn't used the basket to quell Chen Jin's anger, he might have started a fight on the court.
From then on, Qu Ming dominated the court. On offense, he made jump shots, hook shots, bank shots, dunks, and even long-range shots from beyond the three-point line repeatedly. On defense, he pressed, boxed out, and blocked shots repeatedly, even stealing the ball from Chen Jin while he was turning around.
The basketball team members all pursed their lips. Qu Ming's skills on the court weren't necessarily much better than Chen Jin's, but from the first accidental fall, Chen Jin's mentality hadn't adjusted. That missed dunk only made matters worse; from that moment on, Chen Jin's defeat was inevitable.
When Qu Ming ended the game with a powerful two-handed dunk, the score was 10-2. The school team's starting point guard, Chen Jin, suffered a crushing defeat.
Chen Jin left the court, clutching his back. The basketball team players silently greeted him, unsure what to say.
Seeing Chen Jin's clenched fist trembling slightly, Gang Feng, who had come to watch, sighed inwardly. Even if Chen Jin were given free throws without interference, he might not make three out of ten.
On the other side of the court, however, cheers and laughter erupted. The Red Wolf Club members and fans surrounding Qu Ming were practically tossing him into the air to celebrate their victory. 10-2, a clean and decisive defeat of the school team's starting point guard—even Zhou Donghua might not have been able to achieve that. Qu Ming had done it.
At this moment, Qu Ming was like a hero, or an invincible warrior. This was a performance entirely his own, and the cheers he received were even louder than when he won the scoring title.
The girls chanted "Qu Ming" repeatedly, their excitement almost uncontrollable. As the new idol of the campus, Qu Ming, with his basketball prince aura, undoubtedly attracted the attention of many girls. His tall stature, quick reflexes, elegant shooting motions, and cool expression all became highlights that shone with star quality. At this moment, if Qu Ming just spoke, half of the girls would willingly go to his bed.
Cai Ji threw away the squeezed-dry sponge and was pushed outside by the crowd, unable to get close. In the end, Ba Shan squeezed in and escorted Qu Ming to the locker room.

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