[Adolescent Hypnosis] (2) Abuse

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Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, even the district sports meet is over. Because it was
held on a weekend, I went to watch the competitions.
Although I only got second place in the 100-meter race, I truly won first place in the 200-meter race. This
result is arguably the best in our school's history, considering that last year my senior didn't even make the top five in either of those races.
My senior was naturally very happy about this, and her belief in my "ability" became even stronger. To be honest, I
didn't expect the hypnosis to be so effective, and my understanding of hypnosis itself has deepened.
At the same time, I realized that the suggestive instructions I gave my senior were inadequate in many ways.
The instruction "believe me" seems almost omnipotent; no matter how outrageous the idea, my senior would believe it
without question. But for some reason, under the influence of the suggestive instructions, although she would believe me on the spot, she
would still doubt it afterward. Therefore, I had to repeat those nonsense about "ability" every time, and
honestly, after repeating it so many times, I was starting to feel sick of it.
Another problem is that it's very ineffective when it completely contradicts the senior's wishes. For example, telling her
"it's better to lose the game" has little effect. I think this is probably a problem inherent in hypnosis itself
. Based on my knowledge, to solve this problem, you either need to weaken the subject's willpower or
eliminate the contradiction through clever logical traps. However, I didn't try this, since I didn't
really want the senior to lose the game.
Compared to the second problem, the first problem is more urgent: what kind of suggestive instruction would be
more effective? I think the main problem with the previous instructions was that they were too broad; a more specific one
might be more effective. But if they're too specific, when I want the subject to believe something else,
I'll need to add new suggestive instructions using the hypnosis device.
There are several reasons why I don't want to do this. First, using a hypnosis device is somewhat conspicuous, and using it
too often might get me discovered. Second, I don't know
what effect it would have on the hypnotized person if two suggestive commands contradicted each other. I didn't dare try this experiment on my senior, as it felt somewhat dangerous.
Finally, and most importantly, I have no idea how many times this hypnosis device can be used. It didn't
come with a charging device, and the instruction manual doesn't mention anything about power. There's no power outlet or battery replacement area on the device at all—
what were they thinking when they designed it?
In short, I need to find a suggestive command that can be used once and for all, but isn't too broad
. I've been thinking about this for the past few days, and I was even thinking about it seriously during class today, until
a piece of chalk hit me on the forehead. I looked up and saw Ms. Chen 　　, our English teacher and homeroom teacher,
glaring at me. Ms. Chen is about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years 　　old, quite pretty, but she's particularly scary when she's angry. It seems my constant daydreaming in class these past few days has 　　finally infuriated her. Sigh, I thought the teacher wouldn't notice my daydreaming; how naive I 　　was. "Alright, Zhang Yi, tell me, what hit you on the head just now?" 　　Huh, what's going on? Completely clueless, I stood up and answered truthfully, "Chalk." 　　"Think about what class this is, in English." 　　Uh, what's chalk in English? It seems to be in the vocabulary list for this unit, but 　　I didn't do any of yesterday's pre-class assignment. Now I'm doomed. 　　Seeing my silence, Teacher Chen probably knew I couldn't possibly not answer. She sighed heavily 　　, "Chalk, it's written on the blackboard. Sit down, Zhang Yi, come to my office after school 　　." 　　Oh well, I'll just have to take the scolding; there's nothing else to do today anyway. 　　For the rest of the time, I tried even harder to pretend I was paying attention, wondering if she noticed. 　　After school, I obediently went to Mr. Chen's office, knocked on the door, and went in. Only 　　Mr. Chen and another male teacher were in the four-person office; the other two teachers had probably already left. 　　Seeing me come in, Mr. Chen beckoned me over. "Zhang Yi, what's been going on with you lately? You're always 　　daydreaming in class, and it's not just English; the other teachers have also told me about 　　it. The physics teacher even said your quiz last week was among the lowest in the class. 　　What's wrong with you lately?" 　　"Nothing much," was the only answer I could give. I couldn't very well tell her that I'd recently 　　hypnotized a senior high school student and was thinking about these things every day. 　　"Sigh, Zhang Yi, we teachers all know about your family situation. 　　We usually turn a blind eye to minor issues you have, but you've been acting really strange lately. Has 　　something happened? Tell us honestly, even if we can't handle it ourselves, we can try to think of a solution." 　　I lowered my head and replied, "Nothing's wrong." 　　But as I looked down, I discovered something astonishing. From where I was standing, I could just see 　　the neckline of Teacher Chen, who was sitting in the chair, and the deep cleavage revealed within. I never imagined Teacher Chen's 　　breasts could create such a deep cleavage. It was probably much larger than my senior's. My senior's bra size was a B, so 　　Teacher Chen must be at least a C! I never really noticed before. 　　I didn't hear a word of what Teacher Chen said next, only occasionally grunting in agreement, 　　my mind completely focused on that deep cleavage. I wonder what it feels like to touch such big breasts, and 　　how they compare to my senior's. That's what I think about most of the time. 　　Just as I was guessing her bust size for the twelfth time, that long-winded, rambling speech finally seemed to come to 　　an end. "I know you don't like hearing all this, but your grades have really dropped drastically lately. Look 　　at your homework today, most of it is wrong." 　　Saying this, she handed me my English homework. "Copy the questions you got wrong and redo them. You're not 　　allowed to leave until you're done." 　　I was stunned. I thought getting scolded was enough, but now I have to correct my homework and copy the questions!

Well, that's how it is.
But since the teacher has spoken, the student can only obediently comply. I sat down in
the seat of a teacher who had already left and slowly began copying and correcting the questions. Of course, my mind was still preoccupied with that lingering image of cleavage
and the hypnotic commands, so my efficiency was extremely low.
I don't know how long I wrote, but I only finished after the other teacher in the office had left. My hands were
almost sore, and I couldn't help but feel resentful towards Teacher Chen.
But no matter how unhappy I was, I could only fantasize about how to ravage and train this beautiful female teacher.
On the surface, I still had to respectfully hand over my homework for her to check.
Looking at my corrected homework, Teacher Chen said, "Hmm, this time it's all correct. See, if you do it carefully,
it's not difficult. I think you just lack interest in English. If you can develop a liking for English, your grades
will definitely improve."
I originally wanted to ignore her set of learning theories, but a few words caught my eye.
Interest? Liking? I've got it! Using this, hypnotic commands might be quite effective.
What should I do? Should I try it now? Looking at Teacher Chen, who was still grading my homework, this suggestion made my
heart flutter. After school, when no one was around, in the office with only two people and half-drawn curtains, could I find better
conditions?
If it were me a month ago, I would never have thought of such a bold thing, but
what happened in the sports equipment room had changed me from the inside out. On one hand, there was the inflated self-confidence; the hypnotic device in my hand
made me feel that everyone else was just a lamb to the slaughter. On the other hand, there was the ever-growing desire. As the saying goes, once you've tasted the marrow , you'll crave
more. Although after that day, I still maintained a frequency of once a week with my senior, but for a young and vigorous boy
, once a week was obviously not enough.
The combination of the two made me always have the idea of hypnotizing someone else. The reason I didn't act on it
was firstly because there was no suitable candidate or opportunity, and secondly because I hadn't thought of good suggestions. At the same time, my senior's painful
expression that day still constantly stimulated my conscience.
But now, Ms. Chen's appearance not only solved the first two problems for me, but even my hesitation about hurting others
disappeared because of my resentment. Anyway, I don't really like this teacher, so it doesn't
matter what I do to her, that's probably my thought.
Touching the hypnosis device in my pocket, I made up my mind.
"Ms. Chen."
"What..." She looked up and saw only a flash of light.
Success again. Looking at the woman with an empty expression in front of me, I couldn't help but swallow.
Unlike my senior, neither reason nor emotion opposed this decision based on instinct and desire. Instead,
they became accomplices, devising strategies for it. Unlike the impromptu instruction when hypnotizing my senior, this time
I had carefully thought about every step afterward, even considering how to clean up the mess.
The first step was, "You must do everything you can to make Zhang Yi like English, and you can fulfill all his
wishes for this."
Releasing the button on the hypnosis device, Ms. Chen transformed back into that strict female teacher.
She looked around somewhat blankly. "Huh, wasn't there a light just now?"
To this, I could only play dumb. "No, teacher, you must be seeing things."
Seemingly to cover up her embarrassment in front of her students, Ms. Chen didn't pursue the matter further.
As she returned my workbook, she suddenly asked, "Zhang Yi, do you like English?"
So soon! If it were before, even if I didn't answer "like," I would at least say something like "so-so," but
now it was different.
"I don't like it at all," I answered decisively.
"How can you not like English?" Ms. Chen muttered to herself.
"English is so useful," Ms. Chen began to persuade me incessantly, almost like a clumsy salesperson. "It's
not just about grades. Look at this day and age, learning English is a skill; it makes finding a job
much easier."
"Useful is useful, but interest is interest." A moment ago, I wouldn't have dared to speak to a teacher in such an arrogant tone
, but now it was different.
Hearing this, the old Ms. Chen would definitely have been furious, but this time she spoke softly and gently:
"Interest can be cultivated. Haven't you ever discovered anything interesting about English
?"
"There are some words I'm quite interested in, and I'd like to learn them seriously."
Ms. Chen's expression brightened; she was even more excited than if someone in our class had gotten first place in the grade.
"That's good. What words are you interested in? I'll teach you."
"Bra."
"What?"
Seeing Ms. Chen's utterly disbelieving look, I almost laughed, but now I had to
prioritize the bigger picture and repeated it seriously, "Bra."
A blush crept across Ms. Chen's beautiful face. "Why are you interested in such a word?"
"Hey, you can't be interested in words like that," I said, feigning regret. "English is really boring
, I guess I'll never like it."
Hearing this, Teacher Chen became a little anxious. "Although, although it's not a great word,
it's always good to increase your vocabulary. Come on, I'll teach you this word. b- r- "A, bra, very simple words,
remember them, right?"
I deliberately shook my head and said, "It's so hard, teacher, I didn't remember it."
Hearing this unexpected answer, Teacher Chen couldn't help but get angry: "How could
you not remember it? It's only a three-letter word! Did you even try to memorize it properly?!"
Even though I knew she was being hypnotized, I still felt a little scared by her harsh words. "Teacher, it's because
you're always so fierce that I don't like English."
If I had dared to talk back like this before, I would have been scolded, but now Teacher Chen looked terrified
. "Teacher, you shouldn't be so fierce, I'm sorry. It's okay if you can't remember it right away, you'll remember it if you try a few more times
."
I shook my head and said, "I feel like I can't remember it just by relying on words. It would be better if I had a real bra as a reference."
"It's easier to remember."
Hearing this request, Teacher Chen was completely stunned. After hesitating for a while, she finally said, "Then...then
I'll bring one tomorrow, the actual one."
"Eh, why tomorrow? Teacher, did you not wear a bra today?"
Teacher Chen blushed and said, "I did bring one, but it's inconvenient to take it out. Tomorrow, I'll definitely
bring a bra for you to see tomorrow."
"Teacher, your procrastination is affecting my enthusiasm for learning. Strike while the iron is hot, isn't that what you always say?
If you keep doing this, I feel like it'll be hard for me to like English."
"But...but how can I take out the bra I'm wearing to show you?"
"Teacher, that's not right of you. We are discussing very serious academic issues. Here,
I am a student, you are a teacher, and no one else matters. Why do you always consider gender and personal feelings
? Do you consider these things when you're teaching?"
Hmm, it feels so good to lecture a teacher.
Ms. Chen was taken aback by what I said, muttering to herself in a daze, "It seems so."
After a while, seemingly after a complex internal struggle, she said softly, "Alright,
to help you remember this word, I'll show you a real bra."
Her trembling hands lifted the hem of her clothes, slowly lowering and revealing what was hidden inside to my eyes
.
"Wow, teacher, you're actually wearing a black lace bra! How daring!"
My bold gaze assaulted her from head to toe, and Ms. Chen immediately blushed, revealing a side of herself she had never
shown to her students before. She whispered in defense, "I don't always wear this, it's just that today
..." Her words trailed off, almost inaudible, but it didn't matter, as long as my
plan continued to succeed.
"Teacher, can I touch it?"
"Yes, you want to touch it?" I could see Ms. Chen tremble slightly upon hearing this request.
"Hmm, I feel like after touching it, you should be able to remember the word."
Hearing this, a conflicted look appeared on her face.
"Okay, fine, but turn around first, I'll give it to you."
I obediently turned around. Some things I'd see sooner or later, so there was no rush.
After a rustling sound, I heard Ms. Chen's trembling voice behind me, "Alright, here you go."
I took the lace bra from behind and played with it for a while before putting it
under my nose and taking a deep breath. A wonderfully alluring woman's scent filled my nostrils. Anyway, I had my back to Ms. Chen, so
she couldn't see what I was doing.
"So, can you remember the word 'bra' now?"
"Yes, b-r-a, bra, I remember it, thank you, teacher."
"That's good, but could you take that bra back first..."
"Speaking of which, why do women wear bras?" I interrupted her before she could finish.
If she took the bra back, how could my script continue?
Teacher Chen answered all my questions. "Well, it's mainly for supporting and protecting the breasts.
I'm not entirely sure about the specific principle, but you can ask Teacher Wang, who teaches biology."
Hehe, I don't care about the principle of bras, as long as Teacher Chen says the word "breasts" herself.
"Breasts... speaking of which, what's the English word for breasts?"
"Chest, didn't we learn that last semester?"
"That refers to a person's breasts, right? I remember there's a word specifically for women's breasts."
After a moment of silence, Ms. Chen answered, "Breast, b-r-e-a-
st."
"B-r-a-st, breast?"
"No, b-r-e-a-st, breast, say it again with me."
I deliberately made the mistake several times, making Ms. Chen extremely anxious. Then she sighed and said, "Sigh, I guess
I'm just not suited for English. Maybe I should give up."
Ms. Chen quickly stopped me, "Don't be discouraged so quickly! Look, you couldn't remember the word 'bra' at first either
, but you remembered it in the end, didn't you?"
"That's because I saw the bra in person and even touched it, that's how I remembered it."
Silence fell behind me again, but I didn't believe she wouldn't take the bait. Under hypnosis, Ms. Chen's mindset was particularly
easy to guess. To make me like English, she probably wouldn't mind letting me touch her breasts.
This time, Ms. Chen was silent for a particularly long time, but in the end, I won. She said in a trembling voice,
"Okay, to help you remember this word properly, turn around."
Turning around, the first thing that caught my eye was those big breasts. I was right; they were definitely bigger than my senior's.
Although I didn't have much experience with them, I felt they were close to a D cup. However, compared to my senior's firm breasts,
Ms. Chen's breasts seemed a bit saggy, and the color of her nipples was more brown than my senior's
pink. Her areolas were also a size larger.
Although there were some shortcomings, overall, they were still an incredibly alluring pair of big breasts, making me want to
pounce on them and play with them. Of course, I couldn't just touch her directly; I had to get her permission first.
"Teacher, can I touch her?"
Startled by my burning gaze, Teacher Chen closed her eyes but didn't answer, only nodding slightly. I'm sure she
guessed what I was going to ask when she heard I wanted to see her breasts.
I gently placed my hands on her breasts and slowly pressed down. The sensation was indescribably wonderful.
Although they didn't have the amazing elasticity of my senior's breasts, their soft, jelly-like texture perfectly
compensated for the lack of elasticity, even making them feel more wonderful.
As I continued to press down, I kneaded Teacher Chen's breasts into various shapes, the flesh overflowing between my fingers,
greatly satisfying my visual needs—something my senior's breasts couldn't achieve.
During this time, Teacher Chen let out a few small gasps, accompanied by slight panting, but finally...
She didn't stop me from doing whatever I wanted, so I didn't care about her feelings.
After playing with her like that for almost a minute, I reluctantly let go. "So this is what 'breeze ' is
. I'll remember this word."
Ms. Chen, who had been holding up her clothes with both hands, felt like she had been granted a pardon when she heard this and hurriedly tried to
pull her clothes down.
But I wasn't done yet. Pointing to the already erect nipple on her chest, I asked, "
What's that sticking up on your chest?"
"This? It's a nipple..."
"Teacher, we're practically having an English class now, so of course you have to tell me in English."
Thinking about what was about to happen, Ms. Chen blushed and said, "Um, nipple,
n-i-p-p-l-e."
I pinched her nipple hard, eliciting another gasp from her. "Nipple, I remember
. But it's so strange. I remember when I first saw it, it was so small. How did it get
so big?"
Hearing my question, Ms. Chen clearly didn't know how to answer.
"Ms. Chen, you're a teacher now! How can
you not answer students' questions seriously? This is affecting my enthusiasm for learning English."
Ms. Chen quickly corrected herself after my criticism. "I know. Those nipples...
when a woman is sexually aroused, they get erect. It's a normal physiological phenomenon."
As she said this, even her ears turned red. She probably never imagined she'd be
discussing nipple erections with a student.
"Wow, teacher, you actually got sexually aroused during class! That's perverted! What right do you have to be
a teacher?" As I said this, I naturally ignored my already bulging crotch.
Ms. Chen blushed and wanted to protest, but in the end, she said nothing, only pulling her clothes
down to cover her chest. I had placed her bra on the table behind her, not intending to let her get it anytime soon
.
I decided to press my advantage. "Teacher, I've memorized the word for bra, but what about the English word for panties?"
Before long, a freshly made, still-warm pair of panties appeared in my hands. Of course, I wouldn't
kindly remind the teacher that I was already wearing panties myself. Teacher Chen was now crossing her arms over her chest and tightly clamping her legs together, seemingly quite 　　uncomfortable
with this bare-chested state . 　　After fiddling with the black lace panties that matched the lace bra for a while, I quickly found what I was looking for 　　: a small wet patch in the center of the panties. Because the panties themselves were black, the wet patch wasn't very noticeable; you wouldn't even notice it unless you looked closely. I thought to myself, 　　how could I not have achieved anything 　　after massaging the teacher's breasts so diligently ? 　　"Hey, why is this wet? Do you usually wear wet underwear to class, teacher?" I deliberately 　　pointed out the water stain, and even licked it lightly with my tongue, then commented, "Hmm, it tastes a bit sour. It 　　doesn't seem to be ordinary water." 　　Teacher Chen's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and she bit her lower lip, not knowing what to say. 　　She glanced at the clock, as if grasping at a last straw, and quickly said, "Zhang Yi, it's getting late 　　, let's end today's class here." 　　"Teacher, I've finally developed a little interest in English, why do you keep discouraging me?" 　　"But it is indeed quite late, you see, there's a time limit for class." 　　"Okay, then I'd like to learn one more word today, is that alright?" 　　"One word? Okay, what other words are you interested in?" 　　Heh heh, finally the main event! "It's like this, teacher, I know an English word, but I've 　　never known its Chinese meaning. Can you tell me?" 　　"No problem, go ahead." 　　"Makelove." 　　The next instant, I was angrily kicked out of Teacher Chen's office. 　　Well, I somewhat anticipated this situation when I said that word. If she agreed, great; 　　if she refused, I could just continue according to my script. 　　Unlike my senior, who was still clueless about her feelings, Professor Chen clearly understood the meaning of sex. Her 　　professional ethics as a teacher and her loyalty to her husband as a wife absolutely forbade her from having 　　sex with me. In other words, "make love" was something that absolutely violated her own will, so 　　even suggestive commands would likely be unlikely to get her to agree. 　　Of course, I could, like my senior did, misinterpret her understanding of sex. But 　　what would be the point? Simple sex could only satisfy my sexual desire, but I wanted more than that. Like 　　that comment said, I needed more experience with hypnosis. There were some things I didn't want to try on my senior 　　, but Professor Chen was clearly a good experimental subject. 　　That's why I specifically came up with this troublesome scenario. Originally, I planned to 　　bring up "make love" after a while, but the suggestive commands were more effective than I expected, so I moved 　　up the pace. 　　Now, all I had to do was wait quietly. 　　The next day during lunch break, Ms. Chen called me out for a private talk. 　　The whole class looked at me with sympathy; although we weren't close, 　　there was always a sense of shared fate. 　　However, contrary to their expectations, Ms. Chen's first words weren't criticism, but an apology. "Zhang Yi, 　　I'm so sorry about yesterday. I was so immature to lose my temper with you." 　　I'd never heard of Ms. Chen bowing her head in such apology before; it would definitely cause 　　a stir among the other students. But since I knew why she was being so humble, I wasn't too surprised. 　　"It's alright, teacher," I said, then changed the subject. "But what does that English phrase I asked about yesterday 　　mean? You still haven't told me." 　　"That…" Ms. Chen's expression immediately turned awkward. "Zhang Yi, that phrase…"

"Great, let's change the word."
"Teacher, didn't you say before that when memorizing words, you should memorize them one by one, and never
skip over words that are too complicated or hard to remember?"
Teacher Chen didn't know how to refute what she had said. After a moment of silence, she said,
"Alright, since you insist on learning this phrase, then I'll teach you." She
agreed so quickly!? This unexpected turn of events left me somewhat bewildered, but I still forced myself to remain calm
and agreed.
"The so-called 'make love' is literally what it means, it's sex."
I feigned ignorance and asked, "Sex? What's that?"
"Actually, you don't need to know what sex means. Look, 'make' means 'do,' and 'love' means
'love.' Just remember it literally."
"Teacher, didn't you criticize this kind of rote memorization last time, saying that you must understand the meaning of the words properly?"
To this, Teacher Chen sighed and said, "Then I'll tell you what sex is."
So easy, happiness came so suddenly, I was stunned. It was completely different from what I expected. Could it
be that there was something wrong with my understanding of hypnosis?
Speaking of which, although this was a corridor that not many people passed by, it was still broad daylight. Was it really
okay to do it here? However, my worries were unnecessary. Teacher Chen didn't take off his clothes, but 　　took out an iPad
from his bag , fiddled with it for a few moments, and handed it to me. 　　I took it with some doubt, but understood completely after one glance. 　　The iPad screen was playing the world-famous Japanese adult film, no wonder Teacher Chen's face was a little 　　red. 　　"Look, what this man and woman are doing now is making love, which is also called making love." 　　I see. There's no need to insist on live teaching; video teaching is also a method. Teacher Chen's mind is 　　quite flexible. However, it's too naive to think you can get rid of me like that. 　　I pretended to watch intently for a while, during which I did remember the actress's name. Then, feigning seriousness, I asked, 　　"Teacher, this video looks amazing. Is sex like this in real life?" 　　Before she could answer, I added, "Teacher, you can't lie to your students, or I'll 　　lose interest in English." 　　Teacher Chen looked conflicted, finally blushing as she said, "Well, real sex isn't that 　　intense, and it doesn't last that long. The man usually only ejaculates once." 　　I continued, "Oh, so this video isn't very realistic." 　　"That's not it. The actions in the video are mostly the same as real sex." 　　"But actually, it's different. And you can't see many things clearly through a screen; you have to 　　see it in person." 　　Teacher Chen was completely helpless against my nitpicking. I insisted that only by witnessing real 　　sex could I properly remember the phrase "makelove," and no matter how much Teacher Chen tried to persuade me, 　　I remained unmoved. 　　Finally, I left with a single sentence: "Fine, I'm not learning English anymore. Teacher, why are you 　　always so reluctant to teach? It's making me lose interest in English." 　　I wonder when I'll get to experience Teacher Chen's body; I'm really looking forward to it. 　　A week passed, and during this time, I either slept or did other things in English class. I 　　also handed in blank English homework, demonstrating to Teacher Chen my firm stance against learning English. 　　Teacher Chen did talk to me once, of course, but I said, "If you're not willing to teach me English seriously, 　　why should I learn?" After that, Teacher Chen ignored me and turned a blind eye to my behavior in English class. 　　A day or two was fine, but after a week of this, I started to get a little uneasy. Was there something wrong with my script? 　　Was the hints and instructions wrong? Or does Teacher Chen have a strong resistance to hypnosis? Because my 　　understanding of hypnosis devices comes only from a few experiments with my senior, and many parts are just guesses, I have no 　　idea if something went wrong. 　　The confidence I'd gained from the successful hypnosis session with my senior colleague slowly began to waver. I felt uneasy and even considered 　　changing my strategy and giving in to Ms. Chen first. 　　Just when I was really about to talk to Ms. Chen, she came to my door. Without saying a 　　word, just looking at her expression, I knew I had won. 　　After I insisted again that I would only study English properly after learning the phrase "makelove," 　　Ms. Chen gave up trying to persuade me and simply told me to follow her. 　　At first, I thought we were going to her office, but as we continued up the stairs, I quickly dismissed that idea 　　. 　　When we reached the fourth floor and still hadn't stopped, I became a little confused. There shouldn't be any more floors above. 　　There were indeed no more floors above, but there was a rooftop—yes, the place where Cheng Ge had fought. 　　The reason I hadn't thought of it before was because students were prohibited from coming up there, though I didn't understand the reason. However, just because students couldn't go up 　　didn't mean teachers couldn't. As Ms. Chen took out her key and unlocked the door, I stepped into this place for the first time. 　　I must say, this place was indeed well-chosen; it was not only secluded, but also safe from 　　any disturbance at any time. 　　After closing the door, Ms. Chen remained motionless for a long time. I could only urge her slightly, "Ms. Chen, 　　why did you bring me here?" 　　"Zhang Yi, I really can't let you see what making love looks like. 　　You can't skip learning this phrase; you definitely won't encounter it in the exam." 　　Seeing this almost last-ditch effort, I certainly couldn't let her have her way. "Ms. Chen, 　　didn't you say that learning English isn't just for exams? Besides, we're a man and a woman here, why can't 　　I see what making love looks like?" 　　"But making love, that is, having sex, must be done with someone important." " 　　You're important to me too, Ms. Chen. Don't you think I'm important to you?" 　　Hearing this question, Ms. Chen didn't know how to answer and could only change the subject.

When she led me to the rooftop, I knew she had already made up her mind; now she just needed me to give her a final
push.
"Teacher, if you teach me this phrase, I might start to like English."
Ms. Chen didn't answer for a long time, finally nodding gently.
We both undressed, because I insisted on doing the
same thing as Ms. Chen, which we always did. The position was missionary, the only sexual position Ms. Chen had ever used.
I couldn't help but wonder, "Ms. Chen, do you really only know this one position?"
Ms. Chen blushed and nodded.
"And how many people have you done it with?"
"One…one."
I was a little surprised by this answer; I hadn't expected her to only have sex with her husband. She was really
conservative. But from another perspective, I was the second man in Ms. Chen's life, and I felt a little pleasure
.
Then, following Ms. Chen's instructions, I began foreplay.
To be honest, I was already dazzled by her large, white breasts and wanted to squeeze them again. But
I had insisted on experiencing real sex and following Ms. Chen's rhythm, which was a trade-off.
Asking me to gently knead those huge breasts was a real test of my willpower. However, slowly, Ms. Chen
's body began to react, accompanied by soft moans, her skin gradually turning a light cherry
pink.
I thought there would be more to come, but unexpectedly, the foreplay ended there.
I have to say, Ms. Chen's husband is really foolish, sitting on a mountain of treasure and not knowing how to use it; their
sex life is truly lacking.
Before starting the main event, Ms. Chen pulled a condom from her pocket and gave it to me.
Pretending to know nothing, I could only ask naively, "What's this for?"
"Um, you open this and put it on your...that thing."
I was really unwilling to accept that I still had to enjoy Teacher Chen's body through a condom, but what could I do? I was experiencing
Teacher Chen's real sex. Still, I asked, "Teacher, do you
usually wear this when you make love?"
I was just saying it casually, but Teacher Chen blushed and didn't answer. I knew something was up.
"Teacher, you have to answer my question honestly, otherwise how will I like English?"
She finally stammered, "Usually...I don't wear condoms."
At this point, Teacher Chen naturally couldn't ask me to wear a condom anymore.
Wow, I've hit the jackpot! Not only can I have sex with Teacher Chen without a condom, but more importantly, even if I get pregnant, it doesn't matter;
her husband will take good care of her. That said, after all these years of unprotected sex, she hasn't gotten pregnant yet. Her
husband really should go to the hospital for a checkup.
I smiled and asked, "Shall we begin?"
Teacher Chen hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Following Teacher Chen's instructions, I lay on top of her, hands on the ground, my nose clearly smelling her
perfume.
My penis was naturally already fully hard, and guided by Teacher Chen's right hand, I pressed against her vagina. Unfortunately,
in this position, I couldn't see what it looked like.
"Teacher, I'm going in now."
Because of the previous foreplay, Teacher Chen's vagina was already a little wet, and with little effort from my waist, the
tip of my penis went in.
At this moment, she suddenly tried to push me away forcefully, "Wait, let's stop now. Zhang Yi, stand up."
Of course, I couldn't let her have her way. How could I possibly give up what I had already obtained?
I pressed her hands to the ground, and continued to exert force from my waist. With almost no resistance, my penis
went in halfway. Unlike my senior's tight vagina, Ms. Chen's vagina wasn't as tight. It felt
warm and soft, and the soft flesh inside pulsated constantly, trying to hold onto my penis rather than
push it out.
I actually managed to insert my penis into Ms. Chen's vagina; for a moment, I couldn't
believe it. No wonder Japanese hentai manga often feature teachers as targets.
The teacher, usually so high and mighty, holding the power of life and death, was now beneath me. This pleasure made me feel like I was about to ejaculate immediately.
At this point, knowing the deed was done, Ms. Chen stopped resisting; only a few glistening
tears slid down her cheeks.
I couldn't let her remain wallowing in sadness. "Teacher, what should we do next?"
But she didn't answer, only muttering to herself. I had to lean closer to hear her, but she kept repeating the same
sentence, "This is just teaching, this is just teaching..."
I hadn't even hypnotized her yet, and she was already starting to hypnotize herself. I wondered
how effective this self-hypnosis would be. But since she wasn't giving any further instructions, I wouldn't blame myself for taking matters into my own hands.
After quickly losing control with my senior, I diligently researched the techniques of sex online
, and then practiced them on her last time, with significant improvement.
Following the "nine shallow, one deep" principle, I first gently moved my penis in and out of her vagina, then
thrust deeply.
To my surprise, my penis didn't fully penetrate. At first, I thought I had hit the legendary
"clitoris," but I quickly realized that wasn't the case. As long as I kept pushing with my waist, the penis could continue to
penetrate deeper, but the tightness of her vagina was comparable to when I deflowered my senior.
Ms. Chen, lying motionless on the ground, also reacted. She twisted her body, not wanting the penis to
penetrate further. "It's so strange...it feels...ah...it's not like this usually
."
I then realized that Ms. Chen's husband's penis was too short; only the front half of her vagina had been fully explored
, the back half hadn't been penetrated yet. No wonder they hadn't gotten pregnant after so long without a condom.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get excited. Didn't that mean Ms. Chen was still half a virgin? I had to properly deflower her
!
Ignoring her struggles, I continued to penetrate deeper until the entire glans was inside the tight latter half of her
vagina. Only then was my penis fully inside. Pausing to savor the sensation, it was truly a wondrous feeling. The glans
was tightly gripped, while the rest was simply enveloped by soft flesh. Tightness and softness—two opposing
sensations occurring simultaneously in one place—it was incredibly pleasurable.
So pleasurable that I dared not go too deep each time, otherwise I would ejaculate prematurely after only a few thrusts. I
continued to thrust at a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, each deep thrust bringing that extreme and contradictory pleasure.
Meanwhile, Ms. Chen's body also reacted. Although she bit her lip to avoid making a sound, the
increasingly tight and warm flesh enveloping my penis was undeniable.
I thrust my hips, the powerful strokes causing her breasts to sway. Seeing her breasts undulating like giant waves before my eyes
, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch them to stop the swaying. My fingers dug into her sweaty breasts,
kneading them haphazardly. The soft, cottony feel was something I never tired of.
"No...don't pinch...ah...no...like this...ah...um..."
She was making such pleasurable gasps, yet she was being disingenuous—it was infuriating.
With my other hand, I pinched her already erect nipple. As if electrocuted, Ms. Chen's body
jerked up. Though she still said no, her body honestly displayed boundless pleasure.
After countless shallow and deep thrusts, as I penetrated her vagina to its deepest point once more, Ms. Chen's legs
suddenly wrapped tightly around my waist, her body trembling uncontrollably. "What... ah... what... is happening... so
strange... this feeling... when I'm with my husband... I've never felt this way before... ah... ah
... ahhhh!"
With Ms. Chen's high-pitched scream, the soft flesh inside her vagina clenched wildly, especially the newly opened section
, as if trying to crush my glans. I could feel a warm liquid spraying onto my penis.
She actually orgasmed!?
This was the first time I had ever experienced a female orgasm. Just thinking about how I had made Ms. Chen orgasm
made me tremble with excitement, and an unprecedented surge of desire welled up within me.
Barely suppressing the urge, I whispered in Ms. Chen's ear, "Teacher, I'm going to ejaculate."
Hearing this, Ms. Chen, still somewhat dazed, looked terrified. "No..."
Before she could finish, my penis thrust forward again, violently ejaculating hot
semen deep inside her. I hadn't intended to ejaculate outside; I only told her to see her
reaction.
Ms. Chen, whose convulsions had almost stopped, arched her back and body, seemingly
experiencing another orgasm. This time, she was completely speechless, her eyes almost rolling back.
After resting on top of Ms. Chen for a while, panting, I slowly got up and withdrew
my penis from her body. As my penis was pulled out, thick, white fluid slowly flowed from her vagina, leaving a large 　　patch of wetness
on the floor . 　　Ms. Chen lay weakly on the ground, panting. I think for her, it wasn't just the physical 　　exhaustion after the orgasm, but more importantly, the psychological fatigue. Not only had she had a relationship with someone other than her husband, but she had also 　　been penetrated and brought to orgasm by me, her student. For a conservative woman like her, each of these experiences was difficult to accept. 　　I wondered if she would choose to accept it all, or if she would try to hypnotize herself like before. Both scenarios seemed 　　quite interesting, so I let her choose for herself. 　　After I got dressed, Ms. Chen was still lying there. It seemed her psychological decision would take quite some time. 　　"Teacher, I really like your teaching method now. I feel like I'm interested in English again. But 　　the phrase 'makelove' is really difficult. I hope you can review it with me again tomorrow."

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