[Those Years, My Beloved Teacher] (Chapter Six)

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Chapter Six
It was another beautiful, sunny day. Although people often say that spring weather is unpredictable,
the weather in the south is just wonderful. The weather was so clear and sunny, giving one a lazy feeling, making
one want to just lie in bed and have a good, comfortable sleep. Of course,
I wasn't among those who wanted to sleep.
Especially for most students, spending such good weather at school, attending
classes that never seemed to interest them, was incredibly depressing. Of course, there were still people who enjoyed coming to school, and
I was one of them.
It was noon, lunch break time, a time when students and teachers could finally relax
. However, there were two figures in the distance, clearly a boy and a girl. Looking closer, the boy
was obviously a student, as he was wearing a school uniform, and he was relatively
tall for his age. He was following behind the woman, looking quite excited.
Looking at the woman, from behind, her long, black hair was tied back in
a bun, and she was wearing a white dress. Although the style was simple, it complemented her气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament),
giving her a refreshing and pleasant appearance. Just looking at her made one feel comfortable. What truly captivated the eye
was her full, alluring hips beneath the white dress, swaying with every step,
seemingly beckoning one to touch them, arousing an urge to caress them. Even the male student behind her couldn't resist the
urge to reach out and touch them.
The two walked to a secluded corner of the school, a corridor rarely
frequented. Upon arriving, the woman turned to face the male student, looking up and saying,
"Alright, we can begin." Her face flushed, and she quickly closed her eyes, too
embarrassed to look at the student.
"Hehe, teacher, I understand," I chuckled excitedly, seeing my teacher's shy demeanor.
"We've kissed so many times, and she's still just as shy. So cute," I
thought absentmindedly, seeing my teacher like this.
I stepped forward, embraced the woman who had captivated me for so long, lowered my head, found those familiar cherry
lips, and kissed her with a touch of impatience. After so many encounters, my teacher no longer resisted the
entry of my tongue as she had the first time, and responded to me with practiced ease. Her tongue actively engaged in a battle with mine
.
As the battle intensified, the fight between our tongues grew more and more passionate. Sometimes I would suck her into
my mouth, trying to use my home advantage to subdue her; other times she would find an opportunity to counterattack, luring me to
her side, trapping me in the enemy's camp, not knowing how to escape. Our saliva
flowed continuously from the intense kiss, soaking the collars of our clothes.
During the kiss, my penis slowly rose due to the intensity, touching the teacher's
body. When the teacher felt it, she stiffened slightly, but didn't stop me, continuing to kiss
her.
Sensing this, I felt a surge of pleasure. Perhaps she was used to my deliberate contact after so many times
, so I continued my oral assault, and boldly pressed my penis against her stomach,
rubbing against her through her clothes, just like masturbating. This stimulation was something I hadn't experienced during previous kisses;
the pleasure from the simultaneous attack from both ends made me more excited than usual.
Perhaps the teacher hadn't anticipated that this extra movement would produce
a pleasure she never experienced during our usual kisses. Her body seemed to weaken, and she could barely stand, but she didn't stop. Instead, she
wrapped her arms around my neck, responding even more passionately.
This was the first time the teacher had responded to me with this kind of action—the kind of action between lovers I'd only ever seen on television.
Before, it was always just me hugging her. Thinking of this, I didn't care about anything else. My hands, which were originally
on the teacher's back, immediately moved down to hug her round buttocks, and then I pulled her
even closer to me.
At this point, the teacher was no longer paying attention to my other actions, focusing only on kissing me. Her hands, I don't know
when, released my neck and unconsciously caressed my body. Sometimes she would touch my head, bringing our
lips closer; sometimes she would touch my back, holding me tightly as if afraid of losing something.
Meanwhile, I was vigorously kneading her buttocks, enjoying their plump texture, while she
moved closer to my body, as if I wanted to merge her into mine. My mouth, of course, wasn't idle either.
Undeterred by the intoxicating sensation in my hands, it continued its relentless assault. However,
because it was attacking from three directions, its power waned, allowing the other to breach my defenses and launch a frenzied attack within my territory.
Sometimes it would glide past my teeth, drawing my attention to defend, only to be entangled and caught me off guard.
Other times, halfway through the entanglement, it would immediately escape, darting around in my mouth, leaving me somewhat bewildered
.
Since the attacks from above weren't enough, my attacks from below couldn't be neglected. I mimicked what I'd seen in movies
, my penis thrusting back and forth, coordinating with my hand movements. As I thrust forward, my hand gripped the teacher
's buttocks, colliding with mine. Even through my pants and her dress, the pleasure surged through my
penis. When I pulled back to rest briefly, to prevent the teacher from having any chance to relax, I intensified my
attacks, vigorously rubbing her buttocks.
With my relentless efforts, the teacher slowly began to tremble slightly,
and I, experiencing a pleasure I'd never felt before, felt a premonition of ejaculation. Upon discovering this, I
began my final assault, intensifying my attacks on all three areas. The pleasure slowly built up, and finally, I
couldn't hold back and ejaculated in my pants. The teacher also seemed to have reached his limit, his body trembling violently.
I think the teacher had reached the climax described in the book.
Enjoying the lingering pleasure, I didn't let go of my teacher, still holding her. She didn't try to leave my embrace either , holding me silently. We were both 　　panting
, as if we'd just finished a fierce battle . 　　 Finally, I broke the silence. 　　 "Teacher, that felt so good," I said, looking at her contentedly. 　　 "Mmm," she replied, looking at me, her face flushed, without saying anything. 　　 "Teacher, I came this time! I never thought kissing could feel so good. And, did you just 　　have an orgasm?" Seeing her blushing and shy expression, I became a little bolder, asking teasingly. 　　 "You…" My question made her blush even more, and she quickly pulled away from my embrace. 　　 As soon as the teacher left, a gust of wind blew in, and I felt a chill below. I noticed my pants were soaked 　　. Seeing this, the teacher, though embarrassed, still offered me some tissues. 　　 "Here, hurry up and dry yourself. You'll be embarrassed in class later," the teacher 　　said kindly. 　　 "Thank you, teacher." Touched by her thoughtfulness, I quickly cleaned my pants 　　. 　　 After I finished, the teacher looked at me with a complex expression, as if she wanted to say something, 　　but ultimately remained silent, leading me away. 　　 ********** 　　 ...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 At first, I only dared 　　to touch her buttocks through her clothes, but later I couldn't resist anymore. During one of our dates, 　　driven by lust, I boldly tried to lift her skirt 　　, which she was wearing. She didn't seem to notice, and I took the opportunity to caress 　　her buttocks through her underwear. 　　 She didn't seem to mind, letting me touch her as I pleased, focusing on responding 　　to my advances and using her tongue to seduce me. Seeing this made me incredibly happy, and 　　I responded even more passionately. 　　 From then on, whether she wore a skirt or pants, I could touch her 　　buttocks through her underwear. I tried to avoid direct touch, but the teacher stopped me. Perhaps she thought it was 　　okay not to touch me directly, but direct contact was unacceptable. Okay, although it's a bit of a pity, I 　　'm satisfied with being touched like this. 　　 It's just that the aftermath is a bit of a hassle. Every time I ejaculate, my underwear gets wet, and it takes a long time to clean it 　　completely. What intrigues me is that the teacher also orgasms, but she doesn't seem to care that her underwear is wet. 　　I'm really curious how she deals with it. 　　 ********** 　　 ...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 When class ended, I saw the male classmates gathered around reading pornographic books. I couldn't resist the temptation and 　　went over to watch. Seeing the women in the books posing in various seductive positions made my 　　classmates and I excitedly shout. After all, I'd never seen my teacher's body before, and seeing such scenes was still hard to resist. 　　 Turning to the back, there were scenes of couples having sex, in all sorts of positions. Some I 　　'd seen in pornographic films, others I was seeing for the first time. It was an eye-opening experience, making me realize that learning is truly endless, and I really need to 　　study hard. 　　 As I was looking, I suddenly saw a position, and a brilliant idea flashed into my mind. Although 　　I didn't know if the teacher would approve, it was worth a try. 　　 When I met the teacher at noon, she seemed to be unable to resist because we hadn't been in contact for a while. 　　She tried to kiss me in the hallway. It seemed she had changed; she was starting to take the initiative. But I couldn't do that, 　　so I spoke first: 　　 "Teacher, I..." 　　 (To be continued)

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