[Lamb Teacher Yang Xiaorong] (1)

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Monday, the regular academic affairs meeting of No. 1 Middle School.

Jiang Nan, as the academic affairs director of the senior year, presided over the meeting. It was 7 a.m., and all the students were in their

morning self-study session. As the teachers of the graduating class, they were also in the classrooms supervising. In the meeting room, there was only Jiang Nan. After cleaning,

setting out teacups and chairs, and finishing all the odds and ends, the director finally sat back down in his seat.

There was no one else in the meeting room. Jiang Nan opened his briefcase and carefully took out

something , which looked like a rare treasure: a pair of women's flesh-colored stockings. It was just an ordinary

, mid-priced pair of Niel velvet stockings. There were no lace or other decorative designs at the top. It was just a simple, dark flesh-colored, four-piece

elastic anti-slip design. And it wasn't a pair, just one.

But for this academic affairs director, it seemed to be the most precious jade in the world. Jiang Nan put the flesh-colored stockings on his

hands and gently rubbed them against his cheeks. The friction produced by the special velvet fabric aroused

a special pleasure in men, causing this tall and refined man to let out a satisfied sigh.

After rubbing them for a while, Jiang Nan contentedly crumpled the flesh-colored stockings into a ball, brought them close to her nose, and greedily

inhaled their scent. Although they were old stockings that had already been worn, they had been washed clean, and

there was no sweat or other odor left, only the faint fragrance of laundry detergent.

"Honestly, they're so clean, I can't smell any body fragrance at all. But touching you, smelling you, is

like caressing your owner's smooth, beautiful legs, like smelling your owner's alluring body fragrance."

Jiang Nan murmured to herself as she played with the flesh-colored stockings.

*Bang*—the sound of the doorbell. Jiang Nan hurriedly stuffed the stockings into her jacket pocket.

Entering the conference room was a young, beautiful, and glamorous woman. Her eyes, though alluring, exuded

a noble dignified air. She wore a pale yellow suit skirt, the hem of which rose above her knees, revealing a light yellow

silk lace slip underneath. A white, tight-fitting sleeveless top over the suit skirt subtly revealed her full breasts. Her legs were encased in light

white pantyhose, making her already fair and slender legs appear as smooth as milk. White high-heeled

shoes adorned her alluring feet, with delicate straps tied around her ankles.

The female teacher who entered was Yang Xiaorong, the third-grade English teacher. Jiang Nan, staring at the charming

woman with an angry expression, was momentarily stunned, forgetting to speak. His right hand was in his pocket, clutching the flesh-colored

stocking .

"Director, this Class 1 you're teaching is absolutely outrageous!" Yang Xiaorong

spoke first, seeing Jiang Nan lost in thought.

"What did those kids do to make our teacher Yang so angry?" Jiang Nan asked

with concern, carefully hiding the flesh-colored stockings in her pocket.

"It's all about the mock exam results. Look at this report card, not a single student in the whole class passed! And this is supposed to be the honors class

!"

"Oh, that's all!" Jiang Nan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it was about the exam.

"You know perfectly well that this Class 1 I'm teaching is supposedly the honors class. It's full of

rich kids who got in through connections and money to get into this top national high school. Their level is obviously several

levels It's called an honors class, but it's really just a lower-achieving class. Calm down, don't get yourself all worked

up."

Yang Xiaorong sat down next to Jiang Nan, her ample breasts still heaving. "But they're all in their final

year of high school, the college entrance exam is just around the corner. These are the last few months, the most important months, but these

students have absolutely no motivation to study, and there's no sign of improvement. What are we going to do?"

Hearing Yang Xiaorong's words, Jiang Nan's guilty expression lessened, and she relaxed. Jiang Nan said, "This class is

basically a 'backward' class; the students' quality is what it is. These young masters and misses don't take studying seriously

. They just pay to get into high school and then pay more to get into university. Their parents pay, so they can study if they want, and if they don't, you just turn a blind eye. You've

taught them what you're supposed to teach, and that's enough to justify their parents' money. Why get angry? Be careful not to get wrinkles from it

! "

Yang Xiaorong chuckled at Jiang Nan's joke, "You, you're our leader, and you

're joking like this? I'm not that old; wrinkles don't just appear out of nowhere!"

Jiang Nan continued casually, "You still need to take care of yourself! Fang Wei and I were bunkmates in college.

If his wife got wrinkles from my class, he'd pull my nose off!"

"Ugh, always joking, never serious. But these students are really disappointing; their parents spend so

much money..."

As the two were still chatting, other teachers entered the meeting room one after another.

History teacher Xu Ming sat down and immediately pulled out the report card: "Director Jiang, congratulations! Your top

class's average history score this time is 20 points higher than last time, reaching 51! They're almost

passing !"

Everyone joked with each other as the meeting began.

Jiang Nan and Yang Xiaorong's school, No. 1 High School, was a key school in the city, consistently ranking at the top. Therefore,

many high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals sent their children there, some of whom were repeat students. For management purposes, the school

grouped these privileged kids into one class, with the grade director, Jiang Nan, serving as the homeroom teacher of this so-called top class.

The grade meeting that day didn't involve anything major; the main focus was on

the results . No. 1 High School originally had six senior classes, concentrating the city's top students. The students were highly capable,

and the school's teachers were also very qualified. Naturally, No. 1 High School's senior year

achieved top .

However, due to the prestigious reputation and strong faculty of No. 1 High School, local officials, wealthy individuals, and those with

connections and money all desperately tried to get their children into it. Naturally, the school benefited both openly and covertly

. Later, the number of students exceeded 50, so the school leadership simply created a separate class, designated Class 1, to satisfy

parents , making it the so-called "key class.

" After the mock exam results came out, the other six classes had no problems, ranking among the top in the city and even

the province . The main problem lay with Class 1, the key class that Jiang Nan was in charge of.

After listening to all the teachers' reports, Jiang Nan couldn't help but frown: "Sigh, everyone

knows . They're not capable enough to expect a qualitative improvement just by cramming in the last year."

" Really. Everyone should just do their best. In any case, I will do my best to secure the bonus. The key is for all teachers to treat

everyone equally . As long as you've taught what you're supposed to teach and done what you're supposed to do, you'll have no regrets."

Actually, everyone's biggest concern was whether they could receive the

substantial . The school had already promised

extra subsidies to all senior high school teachers to appease them, and the students' parents were either high-ranking officials or wealthy individuals, so they would secretly give the teachers considerable benefits.

Once Jiang Nan spoke up, confirming that the bonus would be in their pockets, all the teachers stopped complaining.

But Yang Xiaorong didn't remain calm like the other teachers: "That's true, but if we

ignore it , we'll really be letting down these hardworking parents. After all, the students in Class 1 have a weaker foundation,

but they're not stupid. On the contrary, there are a few particularly bright ones. The key is that they simply don't put their minds to studying.

There are only a few months left until the college entrance exam, but they're still the same as before, not taking the exam seriously at all. We must,

no matter what , motivate them to study!"

Fang, the math teacher, a mature woman with a cold and aloof appearance, spoke bluntly: "They don't take the exam

seriously because these young masters and ladies, no matter how well they do on the exam, or even if they don't take it at all, as long as their parents spend some money

to pull strings, they can still get into university. Every year, Tsinghua and Peking University are full of spoiled brats. Xiao Yang

, don't worry about it. Worrying won't cost you any more money!"

Hearing the hidden meaning in Fang's words, Yang Xiaorong was about to explode. Jiang Nan immediately interrupted her, defusing the situation, "Alright

, alright, there's nothing more to say in today's meeting. As for Class 1, let's stick to the usual routine. Everyone, just do what you're supposed to

do. I'll say it again: teach the lessons you're supposed to teach, and that's our

duty . We're a boarding school; these young masters and misses won't cause any trouble. If you

do what you're supposed to do in class, I can guarantee you'll get what you're owed."

The teachers heard what they wanted to hear most, so they didn't say anything more and immediately adjourned the meeting to prepare for the morning's classes.

Yang Xiaorong wanted to say something to Jiang Nan, but when she heard that Jiang Nan was going to his office for a conference call with the education bureau leaders,

she didn't say anything and went to her office.

Jiang Nan entered his private office, but there was no conference call. He quickly turned on his computer and

started a video program. The screen opened in a window similar to a video player, the picture was very

clear , and the image seemed to show what appeared to be under a table, with under a chair in the center of the image.

Staring intently at the screen, Jiang Nan muttered to herself, "Why isn't she back yet? Everyone's offices are so close together

. I've already come back and turned on the computer, why isn't she back?"

A moment later, a pair of long, beautiful legs appeared on the screen, clad in light white stockings and

white high heels. It was Yang Xiaorong's beautiful legs in stockings!

Jiang Nan's eyes widened as she stared at the monitor: Yang Xiaorong sat back down at her desk and took off her

white high heels. She didn't have classes for the first two periods in the morning, so she needed to prepare lessons in the office. Wearing high heels was tiring for

her feet, so she had developed the habit of changing into comfortable shoes in the office, since her feet didn't smell too bad.

After taking off her white high heels, Yang Xiaorong took out a pair of golden

high-heeled They also had thin heels, but only a wide golden stripe across the instep,

exposing the heels and toes. Wearing these golden high-heeled sandals was both comfortable and stylish.

Yang Xiaorong never dreamed that her entire process of changing shoes would be seen. A hidden

camera exposed her beautiful legs and feet to a man. She also never

imagined that her ordinary, mundane act of changing shoes would make a man drool.

"So beautiful!" Jiang Nan exclaimed inwardly, staring at the monitor. On the screen, Yang Xiaorong's lower body

was Her silk-stockinged feet, now clad in golden high-heeled sandals, were mostly exposed. Her sexy, delicate toes

were sometimes close together, sometimes apart, appearing both nimble and elegant, yet alluringly sexy.

Her long, white legs, encased in light white stockings, were slender and smooth. For comfort, Yang Xiaorong had crossed her right leg over

her left , and with her two legs overlapping, her stockinged right foot naturally lifted

the golden high-heeled sandals that were suspended in mid-air. Yang Xiaorong seemed to be humming a song, causing her legs

to shake , her right high heel swaying back and forth with the movement of her stockinged feet…

Jiang Nan had secretly installed a pinhole camera under Yang Xiaorong's desk; it even had a zoom function. His foot fetish immediately

adjusted the angle and zoomed in. The zoomed-in image focused primarily on Yang Xiaorong's playfully shaking feet

.

He could clearly see the stockinged feet of the young woman he had secretly admired for so long; the image was so clear he could see the finely knitted threads of the light white

stockings . Jiang Nan was incredibly aroused, his breathing quickening. He instinctively reached into

his pocket and pulled out the flesh-colored stockings he had previously hidden there. The stockings had been crumpled into a ball. Jiang Nan

carefully unfolded them, smoothing them out, wrapping them layer by layer around his hands, greedily inhaling their scent,

rubbing them against his face, and beginning to lightly kiss the flesh-colored fabric.

Looking at your beautiful legs, smelling their fragrance, gently kissing these stockings, I just want to kiss your alluring

legs !

Jiang Nan silently thought to himself. It turned out that the flesh-colored stockings in his hand were the

very ones !

*** *** *** ***

Yang Xiaorong sat in her office, completely unaware that her lower body was under Jiang Nan's close surveillance.

The bell rang for the first class, and the teachers picked up their lesson plans and headed to their classrooms.

The once bustling office was now empty except for Yang Xiaorong and a few other teachers who didn't have classes. Yang Xiaorong's desk was in

a corner of the office, a relatively quiet spot with no one able to see what she was doing behind or to the sides

, ensuring her privacy.

Yang Xiaorong looked around and then turned on her computer.

"Will I get another email today?" Yang Xiaorong wondered, opening her email inbox.

Sure enough, in her unread emails, Yang Xiaorong found the email she was looking for; the sender's name

was "Stocking Maniac."

Sure enough, a letter arrived. Yang Xiaorong's cheeks flushed slightly, a complex feeling welling up inside her. For a woman...

Especially for a married woman like her, the ambiguous and even somewhat obscene online

name "Stocking Maniac" always evoked fear and even disgust. Yang Xiaorong was no exception; this online name clearly belonged to an online

pervert , who was only trying to harass her. Yet, she couldn't help but open the email, both unwillingly and

secretly hoping to see what this pervert had to say.

After a brief internal struggle, Yang Xiaorong opened the email anyway, just to see what he had to say.

At the top of the email was a photo. The photo was strange; in the middle was a

metal bracket, and a row of small clips hung from a horizontal stainless steel tube, holding a row of stockings—a row of various

styles colors, clearly old stockings worn by women. Seeing this photo, Yang Xiaorong couldn't help but

mutter "pervert" under her breath, her pretty face flushing red with anger. There were at least ten pairs of women's stockings hanging there;

however , some mid-calf and knee-high stockings were only one piece, and even the pantyhose couldn't be separated, so they were naturally in pairs

!

Among them were her old stockings, which Yang Xiaorong recognized at a glance. Women

always have a special familiarity with their own underwear. A pair of white stockings, a pair of black pantyhose,

a pair of flesh-colored jacquard mid-calf stockings, and another pair of flesh-colored stockings. That was

the flesh-colored stocking that Jiang Nan was tightly clutching!

"My beauty, I've written to you again. Because I've obtained another pair of your stockings, a pair of flesh-

colored stockings. However, this time the flesh-colored stockings are really ordinary, probably just

cheap stuff you can find in supermarkets or small commodity markets. They're really not a good match for your sexy legs."

"The white stockings I got last week were much prettier. They were of excellent quality, made of top-grade

velvet , with sexy lace trim at the top. The toes and heels were thickened with a darker design. If you wore

open-toed high-heeled sandals, showing your toes and heels covered by the stockings, the thickened dark white fabric would

make your feet even more alluring and enchanting."

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaorong gave a bitter smile: "As expected, that pervert stole my stockings. The last pair of

white stockings was, of course, better; they were Italian goods costing over a hundred yuan a pair. My husband brought two pairs back from his trip abroad. This

pair alone is worth over fifty yuan! He only stole one; the other one can't be worn anymore and can only remain in

the closet as a souvenir. You've scared me so much that I only dare to wear cheap stockings now."

"Although the flesh-colored stockings I got this time are of average quality and the style is a bit outdated, you have

the sexiest legs in the world. Even ordinary, cheap stockings look incredibly sexy and

collectible . That's what they call turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. So when I saw your flesh-colored stockings hanging out to dry, I

didn't hesitate and immediately bought them."

"You washed them so clean, there's a strong smell of laundry detergent, which masks your alluring foot fragrance.

I held the stockings in my hands and sniffed them hard; your natural scent is too faint, which I'm very dissatisfied with. To be

honest , the stockings I've received several times are always clean, and the lack of fragrance is a real drawback. My

biggest dream now is to peel the stockings off your beautiful legs directly, whether they're pantyhose, stockings,

or even just a pair of short stockings, I would be completely satisfied."

"Imagine me gently stroking your legs, slowly slipping my hand under your skirt, touching

the top of your stockings, and slowly peeling them off, letting the stockings roll up from the top and gently slip off your beautiful legs...

My movements are gentle and light, making you feel incredibly comfortable..."

Reading the suggestive words in the email, Yang Xiaorong couldn't help but imagine a strange man slowly

removing her stockings. A chill ran down her spine, goosebumps rose on her skin, and she felt

a mixture of fear and arousal. Her body underwent a change; she involuntarily squeezed her legs, encased in light-colored stockings, together.

At the same time , a strange excitement caused her legs to tremble slightly.

Jiang Nan was also unusually aroused. Watching Yang Xiaorong's lower body tremble in the video, he couldn't help but exclaim, "What a sensitive

body! Those beautiful legs in stockings are actually moving!"

"I didn't take your entire pair of stockings, except for pantyhose. I couldn't bear to tear open the pantyhose your beautiful legs had worn

; that would be too rough. I'm a gentle man. I only took one pair.

You're a gentle and virtuous woman; you wouldn't just throw the other pair away. That would be too wasteful and too

heartbreaking . Imagine it! You and I each have one pair of stockings; together, we'd be a perfect couple."

"When I hold this pair of flesh-colored stockings in my hands, or gently kiss them, savoring your alluring

scent, do you also hold the other pair of flesh-colored stockings I left for you in your palms, or

bring them to your nose, or even put them to your lips? Through these flesh-colored stockings, we transcend time

and space, performing the same action, as if engaging in virtual sex. Does this pleasure make your

heart flutter?"

"Ah..." Upon reading this, Yang Xiaorong blushed and let out a coquettish cry. She took out her

purse , opened it, and found a pair of flesh-colored stockings inside. Sure enough, this one, along with the one Jiang Nan held,

was the pair she had washed clean last night!

Looking at the ambiguous words in the email, Yang Xiaorong, as if possessed, reached into her purse, grabbed the flesh-

colored stockings, and gently caressed them in her palm. Her heart raced, and she felt a flush on her face.

Why suddenly become aroused and sensitive? Yang Xiaorong actually began to fantasize about that timeless pleasure.

Meanwhile, Jiang Nan, in the private director's office, had already unbuckled his belt and put on flesh-

colored stockings, letting the glans rub against the delicate fabric… Yang Xiaorong and Jiang Nan, separated by a wall, were truly playing a fetish game

through a pair of flesh-colored stockings—stockings Yang Xiaorong had worn . 　　Looking at the email, touching the flesh-colored stockings she had worn, Yang Xiaorong found reacting. She involuntarily clenched her legs, but the tingling sensation continued to spread, like ants crawling inside her genitals. A stream of erotic fluid began to flow from her vagina. Yang Xiaorong, , blushed with shame. Why? A sexually harassing email, a pair of flesh-colored stockings she had worn, had aroused her, made her body sensitive, and caused her vagina to leak fluid!

"Ugh, what's wrong with me? Am I really getting excited?" Yang Xiaorong blushed. Although she

was thinking this and trying to restrain herself, as a teacher, her sacred professional ethics wouldn't allow her to think about such filthy

things. But the female teacher still couldn't help but continue watching, the flesh-colored stockings she was playing with in her hand already

crumpled into a ball.

"Every time I get your stockings, I excitedly hold them in my hands, caress them hard,

kiss them wildly, and even place them between my legs, in a man's most precious place, letting the soft stockings

rub against my penis. I let my semen ejaculate under the friction of the stockings, just like shooting into your body.

This is the climax of our love! The sublimation of love!"

"Come on, put the flesh-colored stockings in your hand on your lower body and rub them slowly, just like we

are having sex, just like my glans gently caressing your labia. Rub slowly, slowly enjoy

this unparalleled pleasure! Let the stockings stick tightly to your lower body, let your vulva smell the fragrance of the stockings, let

your vaginal fluid, like my semen, soak your sexy stockings without reservation..."

"Ugh, how disgusting!" Yang Xiaorong thought in shame, her heart pounding and her breathing

becoming . But involuntarily, she actually slipped the flesh-colored stockings into her pale yellow suit

skirt, pressing them against her genitals. Through the light-colored pantyhose and white thong, she tried

to fantasize about the stocking-clad sex scenes in the email!

"What's wrong with me! I really did something so lewd!" Yang Xiaorong suddenly realized, her face

turning even redder, but her hand still couldn't help pressing the stockings tightly against her genitals.

Little did Yang Xiaorong know that her secret action almost made Jiang Nan's nose bleed. Jiang Nan watched the camera

footage as the beautiful legs encased in light-colored pantyhose slowly parted, a delicate hand grasping the flesh-colored stockings, lifting up the pale

yellow suit skirt to reveal the white thong underneath, and finally pressing the flesh-colored stockings against her

genitals.

The flesh-colored stockings, through the light-colored pantyhose and white thong, pressed tightly together, caused

the beautiful legs encased in white stockings to tremble uncontrollably. Jiang Nan's excited heart

trembled along with the beautiful legs in the image!

Looking at the image of someone's beautiful legs, Jiang Nan couldn't help but put the flesh-colored stockings over his penis and began to thrust and

masturbate . Looking at the flesh-colored stockings on the computer screen, and holding the stockings in his hand, Jiang Nan's

masturbation produced an unparalleled stimulating pleasure. Finally, after a short while, a stream of thick, milky-white semen

spurted from the head of his penis, sticking to the flesh-colored stockings!

Jiang Nan felt a wave of relief and slumped into his office chair: "What a woman suppressing her lustful desires

! She actually uses stockings to stick to her genitals; she must not get satisfaction normally! So good, looking at your stockings,

masturbating with your stockings, even my ejaculation is much faster! I will satisfy you, I will definitely satisfy you

!"

The beautiful legs in the stockings on the screen trembled incessantly, and the high-definition image allowed Jiang Nan to notice that Yang Xiaorong's underwear

and pantyhose were wet. Jiang Nan's

eyes . Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed his mind.

Ring ring ring…

The phone rang; it was Yang Xiaorong's desk phone!

The female teacher, immersed in the pleasure of masturbating with her stockings, was suddenly startled awake, almost jumping up in fright.

Yang Xiaorong quickly calmed herself down, immediately closing her emails and

stuffing the flesh-colored stockings, already soaked with her own fluids, between her legs into her drawer. She answered the phone calmly, "Hello, is this Director Jiang

… Oh, it's a report… I'll bring it over right away…"

Jiang Nan was filled with desire, but he desperately suppressed it, sitting upright at his desk as usual

.

Knock knock knock…

A knock on the door.

Jiang Nan immediately said, "Come in, the door's unlocked."

Yang Xiaorong, carrying a blue folder, entered Jiang Nan's office. The previous masturbation with stockings left the female

teacher feeling a slight weakness in her lower body. Her legs felt like they had just finished a long run, and her panties and stockings

were wet with vaginal fluid. The damp feeling made Yang Xiaorong uncomfortable, forcing her to walk with her legs spread apart.

Her slightly strange and awkward, somewhat unsteady gait gave the shy Yang Xiaorong a unique kind of sexiness.

Those unaware of the situation wouldn't notice anything amiss, but Jiang Nan knew everything that had happened under Yang Xiaorong's skirt. So, seeing

Yang Xiaorong's slightly strange walking posture, he immediately understood everything and couldn't help but feel excited.

"Xiao Yang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Nan asked, feigning concern.

"Ah! No... nothing..." Seeing her embarrassment, Yang Xiaorong

blushed and quickly denied it.

The whole process was as usual. Yang Xiaorong sat at her desk and introduced the general contents of her study plan report

to Jiang Nan. However, this time, both of them seemed somewhat distracted. The strange sensation of her earlier secret masturbation

still pounded in the young woman's heart. Yang Xiaorong, while delivering her report, was distracted, her mind preoccupied with recalling

every word of the email.

Jiang Nan, meanwhile, was consumed by images of Yang Xiaorong's long, sexy legs encased in light-colored pantyhose, her white panties and stockings soaked with

her juices . Stimulated by Yang Xiaorong's beautiful voice, he

reached under the desk and retrieved the flesh-colored stockings, putting them on his penis and masturbating.

Before he knew it, the report was over. Yang Xiaorong slowly stood up, swaying her shapely hips,

her legs in light-colored pantyhose moving with an elegant, slow gait, her high heels making a beautiful tapping sound. And so

, the female teacher calmly left Jiang Nan's office.

In truth, Yang Xiaorong's heart was far from calm, and Jiang Nan's was even more unsettled. Watching the female teacher's departing

figure , Jiang Nan couldn't help but think to himself, "Xiao Rong, we were so close, we

both enjoyed the immense pleasure of masturbation with the same pair of flesh-colored stockings. I felt so happy, and you must have felt happy too. Soon, I will make you

a perfect woman who knows how to enjoy sexual happiness, and you will be my perfect plaything... I will definitely, I will satisfy your

sexual desires and make you happy..."

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