Tao Za (1)

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2013/11/16 First published on Spring Full Courtyard
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PS: Actually, I prefer "Tian Shu"
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"What? Teacher, you just said true qi? Do immortals really exist in the world?" For a moment, the girl completely forgot her embarrassment and excitedly jumped up to ask.
Her not-so-large breasts bounced quite violently twice, the sides of her clothes pressing inwards against her pink nipples, but the girl's perky nipples stood firmly in the wind, rubbing up and down against the slightly rough fabric.
Teacher Xia simply smiled, shook her head, and said, "What you know, you'll know tomorrow; what you don't know, even if you know now, you won't know tomorrow. Why ask anymore?"
The girl was taken aback at first, but then suddenly understood and nodded.
Teacher Xia was quite surprised to see the girl nod. "So, you've made up your mind?"
The girl didn't think much about it at the moment. Compared to her current repetitive and boring life, that legendary world where she could fly and escape was much more fun. She had long envied the lives of the Little Dragon Girl and the White-Haired Witch on TV. Of course, she had to agree. As for the consequences of failure, the girl felt that if there hadn't been this unexpected event, it was something she would have had to face anyway, so why not take a chance?
Seeing the girl's determined look, Teacher Xia didn't ask any more questions and led her directly to her desk.
"Ah, is this a computer?" The girl exclaimed excitedly. Despite the embarrassment she'd made that day, seeing something she'd only ever seen on TV made it all worthwhile. Her fair forehead flushed a delicate pinkish-white with excitement, even dampening the fine hairs on her forehead despite the cool weather and her nakedness.
Teacher Xia didn't respond, instead asking, "Do you have a solution now?"
The girl calmed herself down, thought carefully, and realized she truly had no solution. A sudden panic gripped her. She'd been quite resolute when she agreed, thinking, "What's the worst that could happen?" Now, she suddenly realized she couldn't muster the courage to take that chance. It seemed she'd lost the only solution, and she felt a pang of regret, but she couldn't bring herself to say she wanted to change. Her
previously lively body stiffened again, but the blush from her neck to her toes, caused by excitement, didn't fade. Instead, it became more pronounced with tension, and the small bean on her mons pubis peeked out, trembling slightly in the still air.
Teacher Xia glanced at the girl's flushed face, thinking that she had to take her in this time no matter what. With such a sensitive mind and such a special constitution, not to mention her undeniable talent in cultivation, she would likely perish soon without his help or anyone else's assistance. Fortunately, the girl was willing. However, she still needed to test her character to decide whether to teach her true cultivation or just a method to regulate her body.
Thinking this, Teacher Xia remained silent, still serious, and simply opened a file on the computer desktop.
"Ah!" Unexpectedly, the girl involuntarily gasped upon seeing the contents. The gasp was sharp but not shrill, even carrying a hint of allure, like a soft, breathy moan. "Teacher, what is this?"
Teacher Xia gave her a serious look and said calmly, "Read the description."
The girl suppressed her shyness and read on, realizing her teacher's intention. She immediately felt ashamed. Her teacher had found a solution for her, yet she had been so ignorant, almost doubting him.
What she didn't know was that the serious and aloof Teacher Xia was thinking about something quite indecent—
"Is this the sound of moaning?" Teacher Xia thought to himself. After all, although he was strong-willed, he was still a young man in his twenties. In addition, he had always focused on studying and cultivating himself. He had only seen these things on the Internet and when he was studying abroad. He had never experienced them in person.
Not long after, the girl finished reading. She bit her pearly white teeth, sniffed hard through her delicate nose, and finally made up her mind. She bowed 90 degrees to Teacher Xia. "Thank you, teacher. I've made up my mind."
Teacher Xia had been thinking about some random things, but then suddenly saw the girl's three most mysterious and beautiful points arranged on a single plane. He was involuntarily agitated, and even his speech quickened slightly. Fortunately, his powerful cultivation kept him alert, and he said calmly, "Oh? -- Oh, then go over to the sofa and think it over. If you're tired, you can lie down and rest for a while. I teach art class for the first period later, so you can resolve this during that class."
The girl agreed and obediently sat down on the sofa. Perhaps because she was too tired, she soon lay down, her body rising and falling slightly. Her nipples slowly changed from red to pink, and then gradually faded to white, crystal clear and translucent, giving a very soft feeling.
Teacher Xia watched the girl lie down, her small chest rising and falling, a faint smile gradually appearing on her face. She felt a surge of joy and exclaimed, "Truly a pure Yin body! Even I'm affected."
Just then, the girl rolled over, turning from facing inwards to facing upwards. Her left leg remained on the sofa while her right leg dangled to the ground, her pink toes slightly deformed by the pressure, making them appear even more plump and adorable.
The hidden valley between her legs opened without hesitation, though because the girl was still young, both labia were tightly closed. Only the exceptionally long clitoris and the downy hairs curled on the pink vulva peeked out, meeting Teacher Xia's gaze. If one looked closely, one could see the traces of the fluid that had flowed down from the vulva to her smooth thighs.
Because of this, the clitoris, exposed to the wind, remained moist, the clear mucus seemingly absorbing the light from the ceiling, shimmering with an alluring sheen.
Even the usually composed and steady Mr. Xia felt a sudden dryness in his throat. He gave a wry smile, walked over, picked up the girl, and gently placed her on the sofa. He took off the coat he had been wearing and draped it over her shoulders. Then he closed her legs and brushed the dust off her feet and toes.
Only then did he stand up and slowly walk back to his desk. He recalled how, as if possessed, he had pinched her feet while brushing the dust off them, and couldn't help but sigh, "Is this making up for the calamity I avoided because of my youth?"
After a while, Mr. Xia realized that the thought "It feels pretty good" still lingered in his mind. He decisively crossed his legs, assumed a five-pointed-to-the-sky posture, and entered a deep meditation to restore peace to his mind.
However, Mr. Xia, experiencing his first emotional fluctuations, failed to notice the girl's body trembling slightly when he picked her up, nor the beads of sweat appearing in her hair as he took off and put her clothes back on, nor the girl's body warming up from the heat of his hands when he accidentally brushed against her nipples while draping her clothes over her and then closed her legs, nor the girl's throat trembling as she tried to swallow her soft moans when he wiped the dust off her toes and gently pinched them.
As he fell into meditation, the girl's exposed hands, toes, and thighs tensed tightly, then she seemed to collapse into the sofa, her body trembling slightly from time to time.
The color of the center of her coat slowly deepened, and the dark area gradually expanded. A stream of transparent liquid flowed slowly down the groove left by the girl's legs and the sofa, until it reached the heels of her feet, which had somehow spread open and extended off the sofa. It gradually increased, changed, drooped, and swayed gently, finally landing with a "tinkle" on the tiles, splashing upwards and outwards before settling down again.
An inexplicable silence fell over the room, broken only by the girl's slightly rapid, yet soft, breathing, a result of her unsteady slumber.
Three hours later, Teacher Xia awoke from his meditation precisely on time, his mind completely at peace, even experiencing a subtle breakthrough.
"So, there really is no calamity that can't be avoided?" Teacher Xia thought to himself. It seemed there was a reason why he, at such a young age, hadn't reached the Void Realm for several years despite his advanced age. However, this meant his accumulation had deepened, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Teacher Xia looked up and saw the girl sitting on the sofa, clutching his coat, her eyes unfocused, clearly lost in thought. He coughed lightly and said, "You're awake?"
The girl snapped out of her reverie, instinctively clutching her coat tighter, letting out a nervous, soft moan, "Mmm," before lowering her head, her voice filled with undisguised shyness.
Teacher Xia didn't think much of it, assuming the girl had just been thinking about what happened that morning, and since she only had his coat, it was understandable. He said, "Let's go, class is about to start," and walked towards the door first.
The girl followed behind, clutching her coat tightly, but her gait was a little awkward; her legs always unconsciously turned outwards, as if trying to avoid something. Undoubtedly, the girl hadn't figured out how to wipe the sticky fluid between her legs.
Mr. Xia walked ahead without looking back. He worried that turning around would give the girl a chance to give up, and deep down he still hoped she would pass the test. It was fortunate he didn't turn back; otherwise, he would have been very surprised that the shy girl insisted on holding her coat instead of putting it on.
The girl followed with small, labored steps, her sensitive body turning red and sweating. It wasn't that she didn't want to walk faster, but even with small steps, her hips swayed violently. Luckily, her clothes held her chest down, preventing it from bouncing up and down. She remembered running on the playground that morning, feeling her hips rise and fall like waves. Would her classmates think she was a lewd girl?
There was only one reason the girl didn't put her clothes on—yes, you guessed it, her clothes were still wet. Wet clothes wouldn't have been a problem, but the thought that they were wet from her own vaginal fluids made her blush deeply.
"If Teacher Xia knew I'd soaked his clothes with my vaginal fluid, he probably wouldn't care. Who would like a slutty girl? Let alone take her as a student," the girl thought.
Coming back to her senses, she realized they were still some distance from the art classroom. Teacher Xia was still walking ahead, the corridor empty except for their footsteps.
The monotonous sound made her body instinctively follow, but her mind was also filled with chaotic thoughts. One moment she was relieved that the art classroom was at the other end of the regular classrooms, allowing her to remain naked and unseen. The next moment, she thought of the word "vaginal fluid," which a classmate had cautiously and arrogantly uttered during a girls' gathering. She worried that the story of seeing her naked that morning must have spread throughout the school, and hoped she could ask the teacher to erase their memories.
As the girl was lost in thought, they arrived at the classroom door. Clearly, the students were already seated inside. The girl suddenly became anxious, hesitatingly glancing left and right until she met Teacher Xia's half-smiling gaze. She gritted her teeth, then rushed into the classroom and walked to the podium.
Teacher Xia was clearly a little surprised, not because he had finally noticed the girl was carrying her coat and hadn't put it on, but because he had intended to prepare her for the lesson. He hadn't expected her to walk up to the podium like this, so he stopped, watching her with a slight smile.
After steeling herself and rushing onto the podium, the girl began to regret her decision. However, the situation left her no room for retreat. Fortunately, she suddenly noticed that her classmates seemed to be awakening their memories, displaying somewhat bewildered expressions. Some even exclaimed, "Ah, you were in art class this morning..." before stopping, seemingly remembering that they were in art class instead of being surprised at how she ended up on the podium. The girl realized that the teacher had apparently done something and could actually solve everything, and she suddenly felt full of confidence.
Then, she placed the last piece of cloth covering her body on the podium (it was just one piece from the beginning! Don't use the word "last piece"!!! the girl shouted. = =!). Unlike the morning when most people were only startled and could only see her snow-white back, this time the girl's firm, white breasts and delicate nipples were displayed before everyone's eyes for a long time without any concealment. Although her lower body was still covered by the podium, her prominent pelvis and a slight inverted triangle were already showing from above the low podium, making her even more alluring in the half-concealed state.
Before her classmates could recover from their stunned expressions, the girl took a deep breath, trying to suppress her shyness, and slowly began, "You must be wondering why I'm not wearing clothes today, right? That's because Teacher Xia asked me to be a model. Today's theme for our art class is—" She paused, then, noticing her classmates listening curiously, continued, "Human body art."
She glanced back at Teacher Xia, and seeing that he wasn't bothered by her little lie and was still smiling at her, she felt a weight lifted from her heart. Even her voice became fluent as she slowly shared the information she had seen on the computer at noon with her classmates.
A long silence followed. However, just as the girl thought she had finally solved the problem and was secretly pleased that she only needed to pretend to be calm for a while and have everyone copy her drawing, another girl's voice came from below:
"Why are you the model?"
The speaker was Pang Meijuan, a competitive girl whose father was an athlete and whose mother owned a small shop. She often boasted to her classmates about the awards her father had won or the little trinkets her mother had brought back for her when she went to the big city to buy goods. She especially loved being the center of attention.
The girl suddenly realized that the word "model" was almost an irresistible temptation for girls. She remembered Pang Meijuan once boasting to everyone about her good figure and how she would definitely become a model in the future. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she said, "Because I have a good figure."
Pang Meijuan, of course, disagreed. "How could that be?" she said, giving a soft snort.
The girl wasn't annoyed, but still said with a hint of provocation, "Then why don't you come up here and have a contest?"
Pang Meijuan hesitated for a moment, but still went up on stage. Perhaps thinking that the girl was also naked, she began to take off her clothes without hesitation.
A blue floral shirt, a white vest, yellow khaki pants, and white undershirts. Noticing that everyone was staring at her, Pang Meijuan felt a little embarrassed, but she didn't stop. Instead, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, saying, "Look, this is a bra. You must still be wearing bellybands, right?" As if hypnotizing herself, she proudly took off her bra and the last piece of underwear with a yellow bear printed on it.
It must be said that Pang Meijuan had a truly impressive figure. Perhaps due to her athlete father, she was extremely well-built, with no excess fat on her abdomen, large and firm breasts, and short tufts of hair beginning to appear on her genitals. While her skin wasn't the alluring snow-white of a young girl, it was a healthy tan. Even more unbearable was that Pang Meijuan suddenly bounced twice, her breasts jiggle up and down, giving a sense of heaviness.
Pang Meijuan proudly lifted her breasts and said to the girl, "Tell me, whose figure is better?"
The girl was stunned. She had only thought Pang Meijuan would model with her, which would lessen her embarrassment and prevent her from bearing the pressure alone later. Who knew Pang Meijuan would be so aggressive?
Fortunately, at that moment, Teacher Xia finally intervened. He pulled out a bottle, sprinkled out some powder, and instantly, everyone in the classroom seemed to be in a dreamlike state. Pang Meijuan, piece by piece, put on her clothes and returned to her seat.
Besides the girl and Teacher Xia,
the girl asked curiously, "Is this what it means to erase someone's memory?"
Teacher Xia shook her head. "It's not erasing memories, it just gives them a hint, making them think they're dreaming."
The girl asked again, "Was it like this in the morning too?"
"No, in the morning it just temporarily blocked the memory, letting them only postpone recalling it."
"Isn't it the same?"
"No, alright, don't you want to ask about the result? Or do you prefer to stand here naked like this?" Teacher Xia teased.
After what happened at noon, Teacher Xia seemed to have broken through some mental barrier, no longer as serious as before.
The girl then remembered that she was still naked, but instead of covering up, she eagerly asked, "Did I pass?"
Teacher Xia stopped smiling and said seriously, "Although the final handling wasn't quite right, being able to find a solution and face it bravely is commendable. And although you might not have realized it, you actually used someone else's jealousy in the end, and jealousy is one of the seven sins. This will be very beneficial for your future training, so..." Teacher Xia paused.
"So?" the girl asked eagerly.
Teacher Xia didn't answer directly, but slowly said, "My name is Qi Xia." [Recent rating record for this post: fzl666 gold coins +8. Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!]

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