[Those Years, My Beloved Teacher] (1-4)

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Prologue
On a sunny day, in a small apartment in the city, a
young man in his twenties, not particularly handsome but still presentable, stood by the window. That was me.
I stood by the window, slowly buttoning up my shirt. Look? The blue sky and white clouds outside felt just
like the scene from the first time I went shopping with her. The sky was still as blue as I remembered
, the clouds still as white. This made me slowly recall the little things we did together,
and my thoughts gradually returned to those memories.
Suddenly, music broke my reverie.
"The rain we missed in those years, the love we missed in those years..."
It was my phone ringing. Listen? That was her ringtone. Look? Her smiling face
made me smile, and I answered the phone, hearing her voice.
"Hello, where are you?"
"Sorry! I'm still at home. I overslept, sorry."
"Hmph! You have 30 minutes. If you're not here in 30 minutes, you're doomed." "Okay
. I have to go now, goodbye."
"Hey, I haven't finished yet..."
After hanging up, I quickly got on my bike and drove off.
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In a coffee shop in the city, a woman angrily hung up the phone. Her beautiful face now
showed a hint of anger, but this did not diminish her beauty. From her full, sensual lips were saying… Hearing
those words would terrify me:
"You're in trouble! You dared to hang up on me? You're finished when you come here."
But despite her angry words, a blush slowly crept onto her fair face, and the corners of her mouth
slightly curved upwards. Her beautiful charm captivated the guests around her.
Chapter One:
My name is Jun (of course, this is a pseudonym. What? Maybe if I wrote my real name, you'd dox me, haha). I'm currently a
second-year junior high school student, 170cm tall and weighing 50kg. I wouldn't say I'm universally loved, but I'm sure I'm not exactly a
stone-like appearance. My grades are decent.
Being a carefree teenager, I spend my days... My carefree days of reading books, gossiping, and occasionally teasing female
classmates were shattered one day by a woman who brought
about a dramatic change in my life.
I will always remember that it was the beginning of the semester. Our first-grade math teacher had retired, so the school
hired a new one. When the bell rang for class, a young female teacher walked in
. At that moment, Cupid shot her arrow into my heart.
She looked just like my dream girl, Vivian Hsu—very charming. She was probably 160cm tall
. Her long, glossy black hair, as black as the night, was captivating, flowing down her
back and giving her an elegant air. Although not tall, her proportions were truly excellent. She wore
a black dress, but unfortunately, the dress obscured her figure, making it difficult to appreciate her fully. However, her long, beautiful
legs were as alluring as smooth, white jade. Paired with coffee-colored high heels, she was like a beautiful painting
, deeply imprinted in my heart.
When she introduced herself, I felt that describing her voice as "yellow" was truly fitting.
Ah, I had never heard such a beautiful voice before.
"Hello everyone, my name is Jun (you read that right, really, we both have the name Jun), I'm your
math teacher for this year, nice to meet you."
This was my first meeting with her, and the beginning of our complicated relationship.
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To be honest, I never found math class interesting at all. Although I understood everything, I
only studied hard for grades; I had no motivation to study. Every time I went to class, listening to the teachers lecturing
so eloquently—those Arabic numerals, geometric figures, various mathematical formulas, and all sorts of symbols—it was like
an old monk chanting scriptures, so boring it made me want to sleep. Back then, I always wondered if the person who invented mathematics would
definitely go to the nineteenth level of hell after death. It was simply poisoning future generations; it was truly unforgivable.
But only today did I realize how important math really is. If it weren't for math, I wouldn't have
met my teacher; if it weren't for math, I wouldn't have seen her captivating appearance; if it weren't
for math, I wouldn't have heard her heavenly voice; if it weren't for math, I wouldn't have smelled that intoxicating
fragrance she occasionally brought as she passed by.
To be honest, I never imagined math class could be so interesting. The Arabic numerals she recited
were like the most captivating novel, drawing me in; the various geometric figures were like the latest comic book series, making
me want to keep reading; the various mathematical formulas were like the codes to someone's safe, making me want to memorize them;
and the mathematical symbols were like various entertainment news, arousing my curiosity.
I never thought math class would be so interesting, making me feel for the first time how... That would be
captivating. Unfortunately, the school bell, which usually rings but never actually does, suddenly rang, and since math was
the last class, it meant I wouldn't see the teacher again until tomorrow. For a moment, I really had
the urge to break the school bell.
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On my way home, walking down the corridor, I kept thinking: The teacher's appearance and voice, everything about the teacher, seemed so...
beautiful, so unforgettable.
Suddenly, I saw Mr. Jun in front of his office. Yes? I waved.
I looked to the side, no one there; I looked behind me, still no one there. So, I asked hesitantly...
"Was that you calling me?"
"Yes, classmate, it's you. You're a student in my new class, right? I just started at this
school. Could you help me move some things? I haven't organized a lot of things yet, and I'm a little overwhelmed by myself
."
The opportunity to spend time with the teacher again was right in front of me, so of course I wouldn't let it pass. I immediately nodded and agreed.
But after I finished, I regretted it a little. The math teacher was really something. A bunch of thick textbooks
, which she was supposedly studying for further. Add to that the textbooks, exam papers, and other things needed for class, and even though I exercise regularly
, I was really struggling. My back ached, and I collapsed into the teacher's chair after finishing.
Just then, the teacher brought me a glass of water and asked if I was tired. I looked up, then suddenly froze.
Why? Because of the labor, the teacher had tied her long hair into a ponytail. Sweat streamed down her face, and
the setting sun outside the window made her already fair face appear even more radiant. And because of the sweat, her black dress
clung to her body, perfectly showcasing her figure. Her breasts looked to be at least a D cup,
standing firmly on her chest. And just then, I looked up, and this scene that would make my nose bleed fell right
before my eyes. I felt like something was about to pop out of my nose. I wondered if I was going to get a nosebleed!
"Hey! What's wrong? Are you too tired?"
I looked around. It was after school, and we'd spent a lot of time tidying up.
The office was empty, and there were no more students' voices outside. This discovery made me feel completely
aroused. Influenced by lust, I made a decision that even I would be surprised to know later.
"Teacher, look behind you!!!" I yelled.
The teacher looked back curiously.
"What? East… Ah!"
At that moment, I hugged the teacher from behind, one hand tightly gripping her, while the other hand roamed freely over
her body.
"Teacher, I like you so much! I love you so much! I was captivated by you the moment I saw you. You're so
beautiful! I know you want my help because you like me, right? That's why you're
keeping me here at this time."
"You...what are you saying?! Let go of me! I'm your teacher!"
"Teacher, love doesn't distinguish between teacher and student. Let me love you!"
With that, I found the zipper of the teacher's dress, unzipped it in one go, and pulled the dress up
. Her hands wrapped around it, and she fell onto the office floor, then I showered her face and body with
kisses. Even then, the teacher didn't give up.
"No...no! Let me go right now, or I'll scream for help!"
"Teacher, it's been a long time since school ended, there shouldn't be anyone left at school, don't be afraid, I
'll love you dearly." I said, kissing her while groping her body.
Things had gotten so out of control that I couldn't stop, and I had reached my limit. I
grabbed her with one hand and took off my own clothes with the other. When I finished taking off my clothes and
pressed my swollen, aroused member against her buttocks, she felt my burning excitement and struggled even more fiercely
.
"Please, let me go right now! If you let me go now, I'll pretend this never happened. Don't
ruin yourself! Rape is a crime."
"It's okay, teacher. I'd die for you if I could just do it once."
Me? The teacher's body rolled over, and her bra came undone from the struggle,
finally revealing her naked body. The sight stunned me for a moment. Her
ponytail was disheveled from the struggle, falling loosely, but it didn't look
messy; instead, it created a hazy, beautiful effect. Her face, flushed with shame and anger, paired with her snow-white
skin, looked incredibly alluring.
Looking down, I finally saw those towering peaks, probably a D cup, without any sagging or
outward spread. This excited me, and I couldn't help but squeeze them. They felt incredibly soft, smooth, and delicate, yet
firm and incredibly elastic. This made my penis throb again. In my excitement, I accidentally touched
the entrance to my teacher's garden, and she let out a soft moan.
"Mmm..."
Oh my god! Hearing that sound, I couldn't resist any longer. I immediately picked up my heavy weapon and went for it. "Plop!"
With a sound, it went in smoothly on the first try. There was no problem of a novice not being able to find the entrance. I guess
I'm just naturally gifted! The feeling of penetration was absolutely wonderful, a million times better than playing by myself. This pleasure
was something I had never experienced before, and I wanted to savor it forever. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped
, so I started thrusting again.
My thrusts made the teacher's vagina slowly wet, which made my attack even smoother. I
attacked that mysterious flower garden while kissing the teacher. My hands weren't idle either. One hand
attacked the teacher's chest, and I displayed all the legendary martial arts techniques of pinching, kneading, and rubbing. The other hand attacked the teacher's
clitoris, wanting the teacher to see if the techniques I learned from watching videos were effective.
Gradually, the teacher began to moan softly, and her hands and feet started to wrap around me. Based on my experience,
the teacher must have been moved by what I was doing (?), which made me want to make her even happier. I ignored everything else and
focused all my energy on conquering the gates of her flower garden, hoping to quickly enter her heart.
My offensive intensified, and the teacher finally loosened up, her hands and feet wrapping around me directly, and she
began to moan. Suddenly, the entire office was filled only with a man's panting and a woman's moans
, accompanied by continuous squelching sounds. This beautiful music was like listening to a wonderful concert, completely captivating
.
"Ah..." The teacher screamed, and a gush of fluid assaulted my glans. She climaxed,
and I, unable to withstand the stimulation, also ejaculated with a low growl…
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"Ah!!"
Suddenly I woke up with a start, my head still spinning. Wasn't I doing the most wonderful thing in my life with my teacher
? How come? In my room?
Damn it, those were all wet dreams. It must be because I was too excited after helping the teacher tidy up today.
Suddenly, I felt something wet down there.
"ooxx!" I actually had a wet dream, damn it, how old am I, still like this? Excitement,
I haven't had a wet dream since I learned to masturbate, sigh...
But thinking about the dream I just had, I feel a little... dizzy. I checked the time, two in the morning, I'll turn on my computer and
go to my usual website to cheer myself up. (What?? I heard someone ask me? Why not go to SIS?
Please, did SIS even exist a decade or so ago?)
"Oh...! Teacher!" Suddenly, my lewd cry echoed from my room.
Those Years, The Teacher I Loved
Chapter Two
Ever since that dream, I've paid more and more attention to everything about the teacher. I performed diligently in every class,
even volunteering to be her math tutor so we could spend more time together. Because of the time I helped her
organize her things, and my recent enthusiastic participation, I felt she liked me quite a bit, often asking for my help
. Of course, this refers to the teacher's affection for her student. However, this also increased the time I spent with the teacher,
allowing me to understand her better.
Through subtle inquiries during conversations with the teacher, I learned that her name was Jun (I know this is
obvious, as mentioned before), and that she was
transferring to our school this semester because she's getting married next year. This made me a little sad; I hadn't expected her to be getting married so soon. But
it was also because of this that I had the opportunity to meet her—a truly complicated feeling. Besides,
I learned that she enjoys cookies and tea or coffee, which made me think I might have found a
way to show her some kindness, although I'm not exactly capable of doing those things right now.
And on this day, the autumn air outside the window grew stronger, autumn leaves slowly appeared, and summer's footsteps gradually faded
away. As a student, these seasonal changes don't really concern me, but the worst part is the piles of fallen leaves,
which make my sweeping work even more arduous.
When I went into the office after class to chat with my teacher, my eyes lit up when I saw her outfit
! She was wearing a white t-shirt and blue overalls,
looking like a college student, radiating youthful energy—a stark
contrast to her usual composed demeanor, yet equally captivating.
Her hair was tied in a high ponytail to match her outfit, and watching it bounce
with every movement was like my heart pounding wildly. Looking down,
the teacher's breasts were perfectly showcased by the suspenders, revealing a considerable
size. Because the t-shirt was white, her dark green bra was faintly visible, giving me a strong urge
to tear it open for a closer look. Further down, although the suspenders covered her legs, their long, slender
lines were still exciting.
When the teacher noticed my presence and looked up, her smile was captivating.
"What's wrong? Did you come to see the teacher for something?"
"Yes, teacher, I have some questions I don't understand, and I want to figure them out."
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To be honest, at the time, I thought I would be happy just to see the teacher every day, talk to her, hear her voice, and
be able to observe and appreciate her up close. I had absolutely no ulterior motives. However, if
that incident hadn't happened, perhaps there wouldn't have been any further development between us, and there wouldn't have been any subsequent
story.
By then, I had known the teacher for almost two months. Because I went to see her every day, whether for official or
personal matters, even the other teachers in the office were used to my presence. I think they must know
I liked her, but it didn't matter; someone so easily distracted wouldn't care about such things.
I remember it was almost lunchtime, and the class rule was that we had to return to the classroom immediately during lunch break,
or we would be punished. Being a good student, I naturally didn't want to be punished, so I rushed back to the classroom at rocket speed
. Just as I was about to turn a corner and go up the stairs, someone suddenly appeared in front of me.
The problem was, I was moving so fast I couldn't stop, and I bumped into him amidst her surprised expression. However, in
those fractions of a second, I could still make out that he was a woman, so when we collided
, I twisted my body so that I fell to the ground on the bottom.
"Bang!" With a powerful impact, I experienced what gravitational acceleration meant.
Not only did my body hit the ground, but my head also slammed in. For the first time, I understood
what the idiom "dizzy" really meant. Just as my head was throbbing and I was trying to get up, I suddenly felt something
soft and pleasant on my lips, so I licked it with my tongue.
After I licked it, my mind cleared up a bit. Suddenly, I saw Teacher Jun's big eyes
staring at me, even bigger than usual. Our positions were also very strange. A boy was lying at the bottom of the stairs,
surrounded by papers and textbooks. On top of the boy, a woman lay on top of him, their mouths
joined together. The woman's hand was on the boy, while the boy's hand was on the woman's buttocks.
An uninformed person seeing this scene would really think it was a long-lost couple passionately displaying their
love.
With a terrible headache, after discovering this scene, I don't know where the inspiration came from, but I did...
I made a decision I still admire to this day: my hand unconsciously grabbed something.
The texture in my hand was incredibly soft, even more comfortable than cotton, and very elastic. It would spring back to its
original shape after being squeezed, like jelly. Plus, with my teacher lying on top of me, her breasts pressed against my chest, this incredibly
exciting feeling made me feel like I was in heaven. Even my "little brother" was tempted to get up and see
what was happening.
Stimulated by my grab, my teacher quickly jumped up, dusted herself off, and tidied
herself up. Finding me still lying on the ground, she blushed as she thought about what had just happened. To ease the awkwardness
, I sat up, touched my head, and pretended to cry out in pain.
"Ouch...it hurts!"
The teacher then remembered that I had been the one cushioning her back, and quickly squatted down to check on me
.
"Are you alright? Did you hit your head? Do you need to see a doctor?"
"Yeah, I should be fine. I feel much better now. I'm pretty strong, hehe."
After saying that, I looked up at the teacher and saw that her hair was messy because of the accident, but it
didn't look bad at all; instead, it had a kind of messy beauty. And what the teacher was wearing today was a pinkish-purple t-shirt
paired with khaki casual pants. Because the teacher crouched down to check on me, her body
leaned slightly forward. Combined with her loose clothing, I could see the two small
mounds that had pressed against my chest through her neckline.
Those mounds were already quite firm, and because of her beautiful purple lace bra, they almost formed a deep
cleavage. The snow-white sheen was dazzling; the two mounds were crystal clear, looking just like two
large steamed buns, making one want to pick them up and devour them. And the deep cleavage made one
wonder if something could be placed inside to fill it. Seeing such a scene for the first time in my life was
incredibly stimulating; it left me stunned.
The teacher noticed me staring at her chest, then looked down and realized I'd exposed myself. My face
flushed even more, and I quickly covered myself, helping me up.
I was incredibly shy. Although something wonderful had happened, the situation was unbearably
embarrassing. I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact with the teacher.
"It's alright, but how could you run in the hallway? Don't you know it's dangerous?"
"Teacher, it's because I..."
"Alright, stop talking. Running in the hallway is wrong, no matter the reason. See, you
bumped into me!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but look at her lips, chest, and
the full buttocks I'd grabbed.
The teacher noticed my gaze, blushed again, and pulled her clothes up a little more.
"Alright, what happened just now was an accident. Don't worry about it too much, okay? I won't blame you. Remember
not to run in the hallway next time."
"Yes, I understand."
"Okay, now it's lunch break. Go back to the classroom."
After saying that, the teacher bent down to pick up the things scattered all over the floor.
I saw this and quickly helped. While picking up the things, I didn't dare to look at the teacher, so I moved a few steps faster
and then quickly went back to the classroom.
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Ever since that incident, I really didn't know how to face my teacher. Although
it was wonderful to have that close contact with him, and I even touched his butt—it felt like shaking
hands with a superstar—I didn't want to wash my hands; I wanted to hold onto that feeling. But the thought that
this might create a distance between us, that he might dislike me, made me extremely depressed. I
couldn't concentrate on my studies, and I was too afraid to look at him in class. I also stopped trying to
chat with him or ask him questions after class.
Two weeks passed like this. One day, my teacher asked me to come to his office after class.
I went to the office with a heavy heart, only to find that there were no other teachers inside, just Teacher Jun
. This made me even more nervous. I didn't know why he wanted to see me, and I was really uneasy.
"Come, sit down," the teacher said, pointing to a chair next to his seat.
"Okay," I replied and sat down, but I really didn't know what the teacher wanted to say. My palms
were sweating with nervousness, my fingers were fidgeting nervously, and my legs were trembling.
"I've noticed that you haven't been doing very well in class these past few days. You're not very focused in class, and you
rarely come to ask questions after class. What's wrong?"
"Teacher, I..." I stammered, too afraid to say that it was because I had kissed the teacher and touched his butt that I was
afraid to go to him. If I did, I'd probably be beaten to death immediately.
Seeing my blushing face, the teacher thought for a moment and understood why I was like this, and her face also
turned red.
"Is it because of that time you bumped into me?" the teacher asked.
"Um... Teacher, I really didn't mean to, I..."
"I know that was an accident, so don't worry about it too much. Don't let it
affect your studies, okay?"
"But... Teacher, aren't you angry?"
"I know it was an accident. I won't mind. Don't take it to heart either. Don't blame yourself.
Just forget about it and focus on your studies. Okay?"
I looked at the teacher. Seeing her sincere expression, I knew she was telling the truth. She really didn't
care, and she didn't dislike me because of it. This finally broke the heavy
weight that had been pressing on my heart for over two weeks, and a smile returned to my face after two weeks.
Seeing this, the teacher knew I understood and smiled too.
"Alright, now that you know, hurry back to the classroom and try your best to catch up on what you've missed these past two weeks
."
"Yes, I know."
I happily returned to the classroom, just when I thought life would be as wonderful as before, suddenly a piece of
news, like a bolt from the blue, hit me like a meteorite...
(To be continued)
Chapter 3
After a conversation with the teacher, I knew that the teacher didn't dislike me and even noticed whether
I was paying attention in class. This made me very happy, making me feel closer to the teacher than others,
and even a little presumptuously thinking that I had already secured a place in the teacher's heart. Perhaps that place was
n't as important as the teacher's husband, but it certainly held a certain status. Because of this thought, I was happy for a
long time.
After that, whenever I had free time after class, I would go to find the teacher, usually to ask her math
questions, hoping to spend more time with her. Because of asking so many math questions, I constantly found math problems
to solve, which caused my math skills to improve rapidly during this period, and there was no sign of them declining. This
was perhaps something I hadn't expected.
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Time flies, and with the pleasant interactions with the teacher every day, the next semester arrived in the blink of an eye.
In the first math class at the beginning of the semester, the teacher brought me news that was like a bolt from the blue.
Halfway through the lesson, perhaps because it was the beginning of the next semester and there wasn't much pressure, she
chatted with us, and in the process, she talked about her future plans.
"After I finish teaching you this semester, I'll be transferring to another school."
This sudden news felt like watching an ugly woman perform a striptease in front of me; my mind went
completely blank, I was stunned.
Other students curiously asked the teacher why she was transferring.
"Teacher, why are you transferring? Weren't we doing well? Why are you transferring
?"
"Because I got married, and I don't live alone anymore. I want to be
closer to my family so I can take better care of them. It's still a bit far from home here, which is really inconvenient."
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After that, I have absolutely no recollection of what happened, because my entire mind was filled with only one
thought:
"The teacher is leaving... the teacher is leaving... the teacher is leaving... the teacher is leaving
... the teacher is leaving..."
Although I already knew the teacher was married, as a young person, I didn't fully understand the word "marriage."
However, I knew what "leaving" meant, which meant that in at most four months, I wouldn't see the teacher anymore.
The thought of the teacher leaving really pained me; it felt like something very important was leaving me
, leaving me feeling lost and unsure of what to do.
After a whole day of overthinking, I ran to the office to find my teacher after class the next day. I didn't know
why I was going to find her, but I felt I should talk to her
. I didn't know what to say, I just really wanted to see her.
I happened to run into her in the hallway, so I said,
"Teacher, I'd like to talk to you for a moment, is that alright?"
"Oh, not to ask a question this time! Okay, come here, it's more comfortable sitting here. Tell me,
what do you want to say to me?"
The teacher led me to a chair provided for students and asked me curiously.
"Teacher, I want to ask, after you finish teaching us this semester, are you really leaving? Is that
true?"
"Oh, that's what you wanted to talk about. Yes, it's true. Didn't I say that yesterday?"
"But what if I don't see you anymore? What will I do if I want to find you?"
Hearing the teacher's definite answer, I blurted out my thoughts in a bit of anxiety.
"Oh, you can still come to find me in the future. Whenever you have time, you're welcome to come find
me!"
"Well... that's true, but..."
"Alright, don't think too much about it. Class is about to start, hurry back to the classroom."
After saying that, the teacher turned around and went to teach the class. I could only sit there blankly, watching the teacher's back.
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After a night of wild thoughts, some wicked ideas began to take
root
in my mind. My conscience initially
told me I shouldn't do this, but the thought of my teacher soon leaving immediately
overwhelmed my conscience, and I began preparing to carry out my evil plan.
First, I started observing my teacher's daily activities, carefully learning about her school routine: what
time and where she taught, what time she was in the office, and what she did at what time. I had to observe all of this very carefully
.
經過一個星期我明查暗訪的觀察紀錄，我終於把老師平時在學校的作息搞清
楚了，也終於發現到一個執行我計畫的最佳時間點，那就是在午休時間老師都會
經過之前我們發生意外的那一個走廊，而那裏也剛好是學校較為偏僻的角落，所
以更加方便我計畫的實行。
在實行我那邪惡的計畫前，我又再一次的自我反省，是否真的要這麼做？這
樣做真的對嗎？如果我真的執行我的計畫，那以後我該怎麼辦？是不是會被抓去
關？老師還會不會再理我？許許多多的想法一直在我腦海中轉來轉去，讓我一度
想要放棄我的計畫，但是只要一想到老師即將要離開，無法再看到她，其他的想
法就再也無法影響到我，我的決定就是───執行計畫吧！
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在下定決心執行計畫後，我開始思考我的計畫是不是有什麼該改進的地方，
會不會有什麼外來因素影響到計畫的執行，也很白癡的在那走廊上一個人進行模
擬，等到一切都確定無誤後，就準備開始執行我的計畫。
I was particularly nervous at lunchtime that day, fearing something might go wrong. As lunch break approached, I
lay in wait in the shadows of the corridor, waiting for the teacher to arrive.
When the lunch break bell rang, my heart pounded faster and faster, terrified that something had happened. Fortunately, it seemed
nothing unexpected would occur.
When the familiar sound of high heels rang out, my expression turned serious. I looked around; this place
was indeed in a secluded corner of the school, and with lunch break around, there was hardly anyone around.
When the teacher's figure appeared around the corner, I rushed towards her.
在這裏要先說說我的計畫，在那時回想起跟老師相撞時那嘴巴接觸的感覺，
以及手中接觸那臀部飽滿的感覺，都讓我心中回味不已。
因為老師就快要離開了，在感傷老師要離開之餘，那次的接觸在我腦海中不
斷的回想、放大，讓我很想再回味一次那種感覺，所以我的計畫就是先搞清楚老
師在學校的生活作息，瞭解老師平常都在哪里活動，然後再與老師來一次意外的
接觸，當然，在接觸時會摸到哪里，那就不是我能控制的，因為是我的手摸的，
嘿嘿！
Back at the scene, when the teacher saw me, I could see her surprised expression and my target:
her lips, her high breasts, and her full hips. In that fraction of a second, I thought for a
moment: if I pounced on her, where should my hands touch besides her sexy lips? In an instant,
I decided to touch her two big breasts. The reason was simple: I'd never
touched them before!
And in that tiny fraction of a second, I glanced at her outfit. She was wearing
white trousers and a red top, and her hair was down her back, making her look
very elegant, which excited me even more.
說時遲那時快，我們就如我計畫的那樣撞上了，而我的嘴也直接往老師的嘴
貼上，而我的手在這時也快速的摸上了老師的胸部，不過這時發生了一件在我意
料之外的事情，那就是我撞過來的力量過猛，老師快要被我撞倒在地了。這讓我
害怕了，害怕老師會因為我的緣故而受傷，我趕緊的將我的身體轉了過來，讓我
的身體在下面，避免老師受傷，而我的左手在這時也不自覺的移動位置，移到了
老師那豐滿的臀部上，緊緊的抱著她。
Let me describe this scene: a male student is below, and a female teacher is above. The male student's right hand is on
the teacher's buttocks, unconsciously and gently rubbing them; while his left hand is on the teacher's chest,
unable to rub it as freely as his right hand due to the position. Their lips are pressed together, and their
eyes are locked on each other.
The female teacher reacts first; she quickly stands up, her fair face still flushed, very cute
, like a red apple.
"Are you alright? Be careful."
"Teacher, I'm sorry."
"? Oh, it's you again? I bumped into you again. Be careful."
"Teacher, I'm sorry."
"Alright, it's lunch break now, hurry back."
After saying that, the teacher quickly turned and left, but you could still see that she was very nervous.
I stood there, slowly savoring the results of this successful execution of the plan.
The teacher still smelled very nice, and her lips were still very soft, like gummy candy, soft
and sweet. My right hand touched her full buttocks again, and
the feeling of fullness when I touched them made me want to touch them again. The focus was on my left hand. My left hand was entering a completely new territory.
Although I knew the teacher had a great figure, it wasn't until I actually touched it that I realized just how magnificent it was. When I was
little, I loved eating steamed buns, and those two were like giant Shandong steamed buns. Unfortunately
, I didn't have enough time to fully enjoy the feel.
However, my body still aches a bit; it seems I bumped into them too hard. But thinking about my
achievement made me chuckle happily, and I turned and went back to the classroom.
**********************************************************************************************
The next day, when I saw the teacher, she glanced at me, seemingly normal, as if she hadn't taken yesterday's incident
to heart.下課後我照慣例跑去問老師問題，等問完後，我看了看老師，提起了
昨天的事。
「老師，抱歉喔，昨天又撞到你了，你沒事吧？」
「恩，我沒事，小心一點，怎麼這麼好動啊，要注意一下。」
看老師臉色正常，知道她沒放在心上，可能也認為是一個意外，沒有想到是
I had planned it.
"Okay, I understand. I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time."
After saying that, I left, but at that moment, I had a wicked thought: Since the teacher also thought it was an accident,
then it's probably normal 　　 for accidents to happen a few more times 　　, since they're accidents anyway.
********** ... Of course, I knew that if these accidents happened too frequently, it would arouse 　　the teacher's suspicion. So, the frequency of these accidents between me and the teacher was about four or five days apart. Each time, 　　I would have intimate contact with the teacher, including a kiss on the lips. My hands would change 　　where they touched her each time; sometimes one hand on her chest and the other on her buttocks, and sometimes both hands on her chest or buttocks at the same time. 　　I was always happy afterward. 　　 The day after each accident, I would apologize to the teacher to see her attitude. However, each time, the teacher 　　seemed to think it was an accident and told me to be careful, as it would be bad if I got hurt. She didn't seem to take it to 　　heart. 　　 The teacher's attitude gradually emboldened me. After that, I would enjoy the sensation of my hands 　　kneading, and my tongue would slowly venture deeper, trying to invade her mouth, but I never succeeded 　　. 　　 After seven or eight such encounters, one day, the teacher came to find me after class and asked me to come see her during lunch break. 　　I was a little disappointed because today was my "accidental" day; the teacher had something to discuss with me, so I couldn't 　　enjoy myself. Sigh… 　　 But when I went to find the teacher, I realized things had really gotten serious… 　　 (To be continued) 　　 Chapter Four : 　　Teacher's Perspective: 　　 After dating my husband for a year, we were finally getting married. I specifically transferred back to my hometown for this wedding, 　　hoping we wouldn't be separated anymore. After all, we're getting married, and after discussing it, we decided it's 　　better for a couple to live together. 　　 On my first day at school, my first class was with second graders. Since it was the first day of school, and I was a new 　　teacher, I didn't want to be too serious at first and start teaching immediately. Also, the students 　　weren't in great spirits after summer vacation, so I decided to take attendance first and get to know them. I noticed one student had 　　the same name as me, which piqued my interest. I looked at him more closely. Hmm, he wore 　　glasses, was tall, and not too bad-looking, but he seemed a bit dazed; I wondered if he was 　　daydreaming. 　　 After a month of getting to know each other, the atmosphere in my class was good, and I had become familiar with the students. I was also 　　gradually interacting with the other second-grade class I was teaching, especially with the student who shared my name. I initially thought he was a bit slow 　　, but I was surprised by how serious he was. He would come to me with questions he didn't understand almost every break. Besides the content taught in class 　　and the homework, he would also bring me many questions he had found himself, which surprised me. After all, 　　I have been teaching for so many years, and I have rarely seen 　　such a serious student. This gave me even more motivation to teach him. 　　 Through this back-and-forth, question-and-answer session, I gradually came to understand him. I could sense that he 　　had feelings for me, but since we were both entering puberty, and I'd encountered similar situations before, I 　　didn't mind. Sometimes, I found his shy yet excited expression when he saw a glimpse of my cleavage peeking out from my collar amusing; 　　teasing him like that was quite fun. 　　 ****************************************************************************************** 　　 I remember it was lunch break. Because of my school assignment, I had to check the school 　　equipment during lunch break. As I turned a corner, a figure suddenly bumped into me, and we collided 　　. 　　 When I regained some composure, I realized the situation was quite unexpected. The person I bumped into was 　　in the act of kissing me, and his hand was on my buttocks. This situation made me incredibly embarrassed. I quickly got up to 　　tidy myself up and see who he was. 　　 When I recognized him, I felt a little ashamed. It was Jun! We'd been interacting so much lately; 　　I never imagined something so embarrassing would happen. Then I saw him rubbing his head and crying in pain. I figured he must have 　　hit his head. A teacher's concern for a student instantly made me forget my embarrassment, and I quickly checked on him, worried about 　　what might have happened to him. 　　 "Are you alright? Did you hit your head? Do you need to see a doctor?" 　　 "Yeah, I should be fine. I feel much better now. I'm pretty strong, haha." 　　 Seeing that he said he was alright and wasn't completely out of it, I figured he was probably okay. But 　　my responsibility as a teacher made me decide to give him a talking-to. 　　 "It's good that you're alright, but how could you run in the hallway? Don't you know that's dangerous?" 　　 "Teacher, it's because I..." 　　 "Alright, stop talking. Running in the hallway is wrong, no matter what the reason. Look, you 　　bumped into me, didn't you?" 　　 Seeing his ashamed expression, I knew he knew he was wrong. Just as I was about to tell him to go back to the classroom to rest 　　, I saw his eyes fixed on my lips and buttocks. I knew he must have remembered what had just happened, which reminded 　　me of what had just occurred. My face immediately turned red. Looking at him, I felt strange myself. To avoid this 　　awkward situation, I had no choice but to tell him to leave quickly. 　　 "Okay, what happened just now was an accident. Don't worry about it too much, okay? The teacher won't blame you. 　　 Remember 　　not to run in the hallway next time." 　　 "Yes, I understand." 　　 "Okay, now it's lunch break, go back to the classroom." 　　 Seeing him leave, I felt guilty and quickly left as well.

A few days later, I noticed he wasn't behaving well in class and wasn't asking me questions as usual. This
made me curious about what was wrong with him; I wondered if something had happened. Suddenly, I remembered
the events of a few days ago: the time we bumped into each other, the time we kissed, and the time his hand touched my buttocks.
This made me blush again. I thought it must be because of that incident that he was acting this way, and I felt I needed to have
a serious talk with him.
When I called him to my office, I saw his nervousness and his avoidance of eye contact, as if he had done something wrong
. This amused me, but it also made me even more certain that it was because of that incident.
I asked him with concern,
"Teacher, I've noticed you haven't been doing very well in class these past few days. You're not very focused, and you
rarely come to ask questions after class. What's wrong?"
"Teacher, I..."
Seeing his blushing face, I felt a little shy myself for some reason, shook my head, and continued to ask
him.
"Is it because of that time you bumped into me?" I asked.
"Um... Teacher, I really didn't mean to, I..."
"I know that was an accident, so don't worry about it too much. Don't let it
affect your studies, okay?"
"But... Teacher, aren't you angry?"
"I know it was an accident, and I won't mind. Don't take it to heart either, don't blame yourself.
Just forget about it and focus on your studies. Okay?"
Seeing his relieved expression, I knew he was no longer bothered by it, so I said to him with ease
.
"Alright, now that you know, hurry back to the classroom 　　 and try your best to catch up on what you've fallen behind on these past 　　 two weeks
." "Yes, 　　 I understand 　　.
"
**************** ... 　　 I thought about it and realized he was right. I decided to transfer to a school closer to our home next school year. But 　　then, a small figure suddenly popped into my mind. 　　 When I told the students about my decision after the start of the next semester, I was 　　saddened to see them so reluctant to let me go. After all, we had been together for half a year, and there were still feelings between us. 　　 The next day, I ran into Jun in the hallway. He said he wanted to talk to me. There happened to be a chair nearby, so I led him to 　　sit down. 　　 "Oh, this isn't about asking questions! Okay, come over here, it's more comfortable. Tell me, 　　what do you want to say to your teacher?" 　　 "Teacher, I want to ask, after you finish teaching us this semester, are you really leaving? Is that 　　true?" 　　 "Oh, that's what you wanted to talk about. Yes, it's true. Didn't I say that yesterday?" 　　 I didn't expect him to ask me this. Seeing his serious expression, I thought he had something 　　serious to tell me. 　　 "But then? I won't be able to see you anymore. What will I do if I want to find you?" 　　 Hearing his frank answer, I was a little surprised. Seeing him looking at me so earnestly, I initially thought he 　　was just like some teenage boys, just having a crush on me. I didn't expect him to 　　like me this much. However, I didn't take it too seriously at the time. After all, everyone has been young, and I thought 　　his reaction was normal. 　　 So I casually told him, 　　 "You can still come see me later. Whenever you're free, you're welcome to come see me!" 　　 "Well... that's true, but..." 　　 "Alright, don't think too much about it. Class is about to start, hurry back to the classroom." After saying that, I turned and 　　left 　　 . 　　********** 　　 ... 　　 A few days later, after my second checkup, I had to pass through that corridor again. Thinking about the time we bumped into each other 　　, I felt a little embarrassed, but the scene was also quite funny, making me chuckle 　　. 　　 As I turned the corner, I saw a figure rushing towards me. I was startled, and vaguely 　　recognized it as Jun. Then we collided again. 　　 When I finally came to my senses, I realized he was below me, one hand on my ample 　　breasts, the other on my buttocks, squeezing them a few times. And our lips were pressed together again 　　, our eyes locked. 　　 At that moment, I snapped out of it, quickly got up, and first checked on him to see if he was hurt. 　　 "Are you alright? Be careful." 　　 "Teacher, I'm sorry." 　　 "What? It's you again? I bumped into you again. Be careful." 　　 "Teacher, I'm sorry." He said, sounding a little nervous. 　　 "Alright, it's lunch break now. Go back quickly." I left as soon as I finished speaking. After all, this kind of situation 　　was embarrassing enough to happen once, and it happened a second time. I didn't know how to face him. 　　After returning to the office, I thought about it. If I cared too much, he might become anxious, which wouldn't be good. I 　　should just treat it as an accident and forget about him. 　　 The next day, he came to ask me about what happened yesterday. I thought he must be worried too, so I acted 　　like I didn't care and told him not to worry anymore.

I
initially thought those two incidents were just accidents and wouldn't happen again, so I didn't
tell anyone. Unexpectedly, they happened many more times afterward, making me suspect he was planning it intentionally. Each time, we
would inevitably kiss, and his hands would always be on my chest and buttocks, which further convinced me
he was doing it on purpose.
To confirm whether it was intentional, I calculated the frequency of these accidents and, on
days when an accident was likely to occur, I would go around to that corridor from another location to see what was going on. As expected
, I saw him hiding in a darker spot beside the corridor, his eyes fixed on the
corridor I always passed, as if expecting something.
Seeing this, I understood. What might have been accidental before was now
planned. However, for some reason, I didn't want to stop him. Instead, I quietly
went back and walked through the corridor as before.
As I was about to turn the corner, he rushed at me again. I could see the lust in his eyes
, and a strange expectation stirred within me.
When we bumped into each other, his hands indeed reached for my body again, this time targeting my breasts,
one in each hand. And as usual, he kissed me. This time, I deliberately stayed on him for
a longer period. His hand couldn't help but grab at me a few times, and I felt a current flow from my chest
throughout my body. At that moment, I clearly knew I was already a little wet down there.
Feeling the wetness, I quickly got off him, told him to be careful as usual, and
left. As I turned around, I saw he seemed excited. I remembered that this must have been the first time he had touched my breasts
; perhaps all men like that.
**********
...

Amidst this anxiety, the time arrived again. The thought of another "accident" making
me excited made me even more eager. Sure enough, when he bumped into me, his hand came again. Every time this happened, I
felt incredibly excited, especially when I knew he was doing it on purpose; my lower body became even wetter.
Although the stimulation only lasted a few seconds, it was always unforgettable. Several times I could feel
him secretly sticking out his tongue, but perhaps I still had some reservations, keeping my mouth tightly shut, afraid
to let it cross that line. His hands, however, were no longer so unrestrained. Perhaps sensing my slight indulgence,
whenever his hands lingered on my chest or buttocks, he would deliberately pinch them a few times. This brazen behavior
excited me even more, so I found myself spending more time on him, and my underwear became
increasingly damp.
But I still had some reservations about this secret relationship. What if we were discovered? This was
unacceptable. Yet, whenever I recalled the feeling of our contact, I became somewhat lost. The thought that
my teaching would only end here, and we probably wouldn't see each other again, allowed the little devil within me to slowly grow into
a big devil. I made a small decision in my heart, one I wasn't sure was right or wrong.
The next day, I went to see him...
(To be continued
)

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