Teacher Miao, with all her warmth

Miao is a primary school teacher, pretty and gentle. To be precise, she's my child's Chinese teacher. My acquaintance with Miao began with a signature on my child's homework. That day, I was a bit stressed at work, and my child was still doing homework at 9 pm. I urged him to go to bed, but he said he hadn't finished. So, I left a message for the teacher on the parent signature book: "This child is my own, could you please assign less homework?" The next day, the teacher replied on the signature book: "Come to the school for a meeting when you have time."
A few days later, I finally had some free time one afternoon and went to the school. Teacher Miao was in a meeting, so I waited in the office. I waited for almost two hours, until school was over. When Teacher Miao returned to the office, she was surprised to see me and slapped her forehead, saying she was so sorry, she had completely forgotten a parent had come. I said it was nothing, you're all doing important things, it's okay for me to wait. The teacher cautiously asked if I was angry, and I said, "Of course not." The atmosphere was a bit awkward. I saw it was getting late, and the school bell rang to close, so I suggested we have lunch together. Teacher Miao hesitated for a moment and then said, "Okay, it's my treat." We drove to Hallasan Mountain, not far away, and went to a South Korean barbecue restaurant. The environment was quite nice. We finished talking about the children, and then just chatted casually. The teacher asked me what I thought of the teaching profession, and I said that those who are responsible work very hard, while those who are not are very comfortable. The conversation was quite relaxed afterward, and we enjoyed the meal.
After paying the bill, they gave us two ice creams. She declined, so I casually said, "Don't girls all like to eat these things?" She blushed, shook her head, and said she couldn't eat them for the next couple of days. I looked at her, and suddenly felt a sense of ambiguity. This was the kind of atmosphere I liked. I held a small spoon in my mouth and beckoned to her with my finger, and she leaned closer to me. I whispered, "Does your period hurt a lot?" She laughed and replied, "Ugh." I took her small hand, pretended to feel it, and said, "It's okay, not cold." She didn't seem to understand or didn't want to refuse, so she let me hold her hand. She laughed and said, "Are you always this naughty?" I nodded solemnly and said, "I've been bullied by two kinds of women since I was little: teachers and police officers. I've always wanted revenge." She smiled charmingly and said, "Then you should find a police officer to take revenge on first." I smiled and said, "That's right, I've already taken my revenge. My wife is a police officer!" "Really?" She smiled even more charmingly.
When we left the restaurant, it was already dark, and it was raining heavily outside. I deliberately put one arm around her and opened the car door for her. It seemed like unconsciously, my hand touched her right breast. She didn't react at all. We quickly ran into the car, and she used tissues in the car to wipe the rain. Her light-colored shirt revealed the outline of her bra. When she put her hands behind her head to fix her hair, her breasts stood out even more. I cupped her breasts with my hand. I knew this gesture was a dividing line. Fortunately, her reaction was as I expected. She just twisted her body and said, "Stop it, stop it, my hair is all messed up." I watched her, no longer touching her. She still had her hair up, grinning and saying, "So you want revenge already?" Without hesitation, I pulled her close and kissed her, my hand naturally caressing her breasts. I felt her hands pushing and struggling, but weakly. I increased the pressure, kneading them. She quieted down, but didn't respond to my actions, passively letting me kiss her. I only released her when a car pulled up nearby. She sat quietly beside me, adjusting her clothes, looking somewhat dejected.
I drove to a more secluded spot. She didn't ask where we were going; I knew, and she knew what was about to happen. After parking, I opened the window slightly. The rain had lessened, and it was cool. I gently pulled her close, telling her to lean on my shoulder. She was docile and obedient, saying nothing. It was quiet; we could both hear each other breathing. I said, "Am I bad?" She said, "I like domineering men." So I kissed her domineeringly, my hand slipping inside her shirt, forcefully kneading her breasts. She just passively enjoyed it. My hand slid down her lower abdomen, but she held it firmly. I could already feel her pubic hair, soft and thick. She murmured, a little agitated, "No~ dirty~." I breathed into her ear and asked, "Is it wet?" She nodded. I pressed her head against my lap, stroking her breasts from the side—so soft—and her buttocks—so firm. My penis was already very erect; she could probably feel it, very close, just through my pants. She touched it with her hand outside, and I said, "Take it in your mouth." She shook her head. I pushed her away, took it out myself, and pulled her closer. I sensed her resistance; she only held it in her hand and didn't move. I caressed her body even more frantically, even slipping my hand inside her pants from behind. Her panties felt soft and small, tight, and I touched a thick sanitary napkin. She twisted, trying to stop me from going any further. She loosened her grip on my penis to stop me, and my penis, now free, excitedly poked at her face. I adjusted my position, trying to slap her lips. She grabbed it again, stroking it up and down. She said, "I've never done this before." I encouraged her to try. She cautiously licked it, then quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth. She looked at me pitifully, hehe, very embarrassed, which only fueled my urge to tease her. I pressed her head down with one hand, and with the other, I guided my penis upwards, making it impossible for her to escape. After several attempts, she finally took my penis into her mouth, feeling a warm, wet sensation. She didn't dare move, so I kept stroking her, even mischievously twisting her nipples. Finally, she reacted, starting to stroke me with her mouth. I enjoyed it comfortably, feeling close to ejaculation, so I pressed her head down, preventing her from moving. My penis thrust violently a few times, and I felt the hot semen spurt out. She struggled beneath me, experiencing a pleasurable, yet brutal, feeling. The moment I let go of her, she grabbed a tissue, opened the car door, and coughed incessantly. Watching her petite back as she breathed heavily, I handed her a bottle of mineral water. She rinsed her mouth for a long time before finally getting back into the car, tears streaming down her face. She said bitterly, "You're the first person to treat me like this." I sensed her hurt and tried to hug her, but she violently pulled away, creating an awkward atmosphere. I sat silently, lit a cigarette, and said to her, "You're truly a unique individual in the education field!" It took her a while to calm down and return to her usual self. She told me to take her home. We drove in silence. Before getting out of the car, I asked her if she hated me, and she slammed the door and left. On the way home, I felt a little uneasy, thinking I had gone too far.
Two days later, my child came home and told me that Teacher Miao had assigned each parent an assignment, due the next day. I opened the parent signature book; my homework was: write an essay of about 20,000 words, discussing your views on the education system. After developing that relationship with Teacher Miao, I felt a little uneasy for a while, after all, my child was in her hands. Later, I thought that teachers generally possess basic professionalism and wouldn't use my child against me, so I felt relieved. I just laughed off the 20,000-word essay topic and didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until a routine parent-teacher meeting after the school's final exams that I saw Teacher Miao again. The class overview was quickly finished, and the teacher called on a few parents to stay behind, including me. We discussed our children's issues one by one, and sure enough, I was put last. After all the parents left, Teacher Miao gave a sly smile and softly asked if I was hiding from her. I stared at her blankly, and she poked me with the rolled-up test paper in her hand, saying, "Say something." An ambiguous feeling filled the air. I said, "No way, I don't have much of an opportunity or reason to see you. I can't exactly encourage my child to cause trouble at school just to see you and get the teacher to call my parents, can I?" She giggled and nudged me, saying, "You're much more mischievous than your child!" The atmosphere immediately lightened, and we chatted about random things for a while, but neither of us brought up our last meeting again. This long talk with the teacher gave me a better understanding of how demanding teachers' work is, especially the inner constraints they face. Maintaining a proper balance in their words and actions, especially with so many children around, is truly difficult. Finally, I said very seriously, "You work so hard, let me treat you to dinner!" She laughed again and said, "You finally got to the point! Haha!" Then she stood up to clear the table and told me to go ahead and wait for her a little distance from the school gate.
After waiting for more than half an hour, she came out after changing her clothes. I saw her in the rearview mirror, waved, and she immediately came over, opened the door, got in, and sat next to me. "What are you gesturing for? Let's go!" I started the car, saying I was worried she wouldn't be able to find me. She said she was on duty at the school gate in the morning and had seen me drop off my child many times, so she recognized my car. I felt a warmth in my heart. I didn't want to find a place to eat nearby, since there would be many students from that school around. I went straight to the Fifth Ring Road towards Fragrant Hills. She asked where we were going, and I said I'd take her to Fragrant Hills to eat royal cuisine. "That grand banquet place doesn't need to be so fancy, does it?" "No, no, no, that's too expensive. We're going to that little restaurant." She laughed again, tilting her head and asking if I always took people into the mountains at dusk. I focused on driving, looking ahead, and said, "You have to promise me one thing: we'll just eat and chat, nothing else!" "You're so annoying!"
This restaurant was unique, with a quiet atmosphere. It was mostly frequented by couples; there was no main dining area, only private rooms. She seemed very satisfied with the ambiance and the food, enjoying her meal immensely. I liked that feeling too. Sitting face-to-face, I often caught glimpses of her cleavage, alluring in the dim lighting. I tried hard not to think about those sordid things. I didn't want her to think I only liked her body. On the way home, we listened to music quietly, neither of us speaking. As we approached her apartment complex, she asked what I was thinking. I said I was admiring myself for bringing her home. She laughed and said, "Didn't you say we were just going to eat and chat? Now you regret it?" I parked the car, and she looked at me, saying, "I'm leaving now. Thank you, I had a great time tonight." I nodded, reached out and gently rubbed her earlobe, saying, "Take care." She replied gently, "You too." Under the streetlights, I watched her disappear into the buildings, feeling no disappointment, just a warm feeling.
A long, quiet time passed, and we didn't contact each other. One of my work projects was successfully completed, giving me a rare break. I browsed her school's website and saw a notice from the teaching and research group that they would be going to Qingdao in four days. I carefully reviewed the itinerary and thought I could bump into her there. I had prepared meticulously, so it wasn't too difficult. I checked into a hotel three hours before her arrival. I didn't know if it would be convenient for her to see me while she was with her colleagues, but I felt that if she wanted to, she would find a reason and an opportunity. I sent her a text: "Are you free to have dinner together tonight?" She replied after a long time: "I really want to have dinner with you, but I'm in Qingdao." I texted again: "If I travel that far, we'll only be able to sleep together when I get there." She replied: "Come quickly!" Around 7 pm, I figured their event should be over, so I sent her a multimedia message with my room key. I left it to fate. A little while later, the room phone rang. I said "Hello," and heard her say: "Oh my god, I'm going crazy." I could hear her panting and excitement. She asked what I was doing there, and I said, "To do you." There was a long silence on the other end, then she stammered, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm so scared." I said, "It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid." She laughed again and said, "Can't you be serious?" I said, "Whatever, see me or not, I'll be here, I won't eat or drink.
" She whispered, "Wait for me." I never imagined a wait would be so long. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and she rushed in. I hugged her, and she struggled, saying, "You're putting me in a difficult position, I can only stay for a little while." I said, "No problem." I kissed her, and she helplessly let me kiss her. I pushed her down onto the bed, cupped her face in my hands, and looked at her closely, saying, "If you're scared, come here." She murmured that she had been hesitating, but finally decided to look at me. I stopped talking and patiently kissed her—her lips, her eyes, her earlobes, her neck. I felt her trembling. I turned off the light and groped in the dark to take off her long dress. She obediently pulled her arm away. I knew she was mine. She had silky skin, which warmed slightly under my touch. I turned on the bedside lamp, and she curled up, trying to pull the covers over herself. I looked at her naked body; she was beautiful. Her breasts weren't as large as I'd imagined, but they were firm. Her lower abdomen was also beautiful, and her pubic hair was sparse. I gazed at her greedily, trying to part her legs. She shyly resisted, so I bent down to kiss her breasts, gently biting her nipples with my teeth. Her moans were somewhat suppressed. I kissed her lower abdomen, and as I moved further down, she struggled to stop me. I touched her labia; they were soft and already very wet. I easily slipped my fingers inside. She buried her head in my chest, one hand still trying to stop me, whispering, "Your hands aren't clean." I rolled over, parted her legs, and saw glistening fluid on her labia. I knelt down, hugged her, and thrust haphazardly, whispering in her ear, "Put it in." She guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina, and with a thrust, I smoothly inserted it into her vagina. It felt warm and slippery. My movements became more and more vigorous, and she raised her legs to meet me, moaning incoherently. She held me tighter and tighter, and the sounds of our bodies colliding became louder. Gradually, her legs could no longer lift, and I felt the urge to ejaculate. As I thrust, I asked, "Can I ejaculate inside?" She suddenly squeezed her legs together and said, "No, no." I pulled out my penis, got off the bed to get some toilet paper, returned to the bed, and slowly inserted it into her vagina again. I carefully watched the changes in her expression as I entered and exited her vagina. Her expression was very embarrassed, yet she had nowhere to hide it. I exclaimed, "Your body is amazing, it's so alluring."
She covered her chest with her hands, closed her eyes, and endured my thrusts. Just as I felt myself about to ejaculate, I straddled her, my penis still between her legs. Before her hands could even leave my thighs, the first spurt of semen slid down her breasts and landed near her ear. She shook her head, trying to avoid it. The remaining semen continued to drip onto her lips and neck. She reached for toilet paper, but I mischievously brought my penis close to her mouth, smearing the remaining semen on her chin. She grabbed a handful of toilet paper to wipe herself. I rolled over onto the bed, watching her helplessly, thoroughly enjoying myself. She fumbled for a while, then angrily slapped me and went to the bathroom. When she emerged refreshed, drying her hair, no longer avoiding my greedy gaze, she teased me, saying, "You've succeeded, haven't you? You've gotten your revenge, haven't you?" I replied, "I have a deep-seated grudge; I'll take my revenge slowly." Curious, I asked what semen tasted like. She frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Expired durian chocolate." I struggled to get up, trying to pull her into my arms, but she dodged and refused, insisting that I rinse off. That night, she didn't leave, and we slept in each other's arms. For the next two days, she spent the day with her colleagues and the nights in my room.
Our relationship suddenly became much closer. I returned to Beijing before her, and we would occasionally call each other to exchange greetings. School started, and sometimes when I dropped my child off, I would deliberately park near the gate hoping to see Teacher Miao, but my child often wouldn't park that close, so I stopped insisting. Teacher Miao was teaching a graduating class in the new school year, and I guessed she was under a lot of pressure. I didn't want to disturb that peace, so I didn't contact her much. Until one day, when my child was worrying about what gift to give their teacher for Teacher's Day, I bought a box of durian chocolates and said to my child, "Give this." On Teacher's Day morning, I received a text message from Teacher Miao, just the word "thank you." I didn't reply, but I knew we were still close.
In June, my child took the high school entrance exam. In August, the school was finalized, and thanks to the efforts of both my child and Teacher Miao, my child successfully entered their desired high school. I had received a text message from Teacher Miao when the results came out: 101, you have a chance! I wasn't very familiar with the cut-off scores for each school and was quite anxious. Finally receiving the acceptance letter brought great joy. I said to my child, "Should we treat your teacher to a meal to express our gratitude?" My child said the teacher had instructed the students to decline all teacher appreciation banquets. I said I'd call and see if it would work.
The call connected, and I was only halfway through my sentence when Teacher Miao playfully asked, "Is your teacher appreciation banquet just the two of us, or is your whole family coming?" I solemnly replied, "To express our gratitude, our whole family is coming." Teacher Miao chuckled and said, "If you're not afraid, I dare!" We arranged to eat at a mid-range seafood restaurant nearby, Dayu Seafood Teppanyaki, on the weekend. As soon as I parked the car, my child saw Teacher Miao gracefully approaching. Teacher Miao showered my child with praise, and my wife was also extremely grateful. The three of them chattered and followed me to their seats. Once seated, I realized I was a bit awkward. My wife and child sat on one side, while Teacher Miao and I sat opposite each other. That familiar feeling warmed my heart, but I didn't dare show it. We exchanged pleasantries, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Meanwhile, I was thinking about how to create an opportunity to speak to Teacher Miao alone. Under the table, my fingers brushed against Teacher Miao's shapely legs, which excited me even more through her thin gauze skirt. Ms. Miao ate elegantly, smiling faintly. Nothing seemed amiss on the table. I tilted my head, pretending to listen to their conversation, carefully observing Ms. Miao's appearance. Her beautiful eyelashes and full lips reminded me of those wild nights in Qingdao, when I'd repeatedly stained them with my semen—that pleasure, that temptation. Just as I was savoring those memories, Ms. Miao nudged me under the table. I realized I'd been watching her for a while. I quickly raised my drink, urging my family to thank Ms. Miao again for her hard work. This time, I was truly grateful, for the children and for myself! When we were almost finished eating, my wife got up to pay the bill. Ms. Miao was reminding the children to adapt to high school as quickly as possible. A wicked thought suddenly occurred to me. My hand slid up Ms. Miao's thigh from under her skirt; it was incredibly firm. Ms. Miao turned to me and said that parents should also be mentally prepared in this regard, trying their best to create a conducive learning environment for their children. Her words flowed flawlessly. I was impressed! The group came out, heading in opposite directions home. Teacher Miao was going to take subway line 10, which was two stops away. One of the child's words made me realize I hadn't raised him in vain all these years. He said, "Dad, could you drop Teacher Miao off? Mom and I are going to the bookstore nearby. You can pick us up when we get back." I pretended to say, "Let's drop her off together, and then go to the bookstore on the way back." Teacher Miao also pretended to say, "No need, no need, it's not far."
Only my wife genuinely said, "Seeing you off is the least I can do." I drove the car out, and after a few pleasantries, Teacher Miao finally got in. As we drove off, I saw my wife and child turn and leave in the rearview mirror. I reached out and took Teacher Miao's hand; it was so soft and delicate. I exaggeratedly exclaimed, "You scared me to death!" Teacher Miao laughed and said, "Come on, I didn't see you scared at all!" Then she casually put her arm around mine and leaned against me, saying, "I've been so sleepy lately, are you too tired?" I said, "You're just too stressed teaching the graduating class, and now that you're free, you're not used to it. You should go out and have some fun. Take advantage of the holiday to relax." She shook her head and said, "I don't like hiking, and the beach is too hot to get tanned. Everywhere is crowded during the summer, it'll be even more tiring." Then she said sadly, "And nobody's going with me." I tilted my head and looked at her, feeling a little guilty. We didn't say anything more. When we got to the subway station, she smoothed her hair and said, "I'm getting off here. You should go home now." Just as I was about to push open the door, I stopped her. She thought I was going to kiss her and waited quietly. I said, "Are you free in August? I'll arrange something to take you around. Where would you like to go?" She smiled slightly, leaned in, and lightly kissed my cheek with her lips. Then she wiped my face with her hand and said, "It's okay, you're busy. I was just saying. Staying home is fine too. Just take care of yourself!" She patted me and got out of the car. On the way back, I thought about it carefully. I could indeed arrange a trip. A week would be enough, and it wouldn't interfere with anything I was doing.
I spent some time and effort choosing a route. I didn't want to go to the beach or go hiking. Group tours weren't flexible enough. Actually, I didn't care where we went. I wasn't that eager for those kinds of scenery. The main thing was that we could relax and be intimate together. In the end, I chose a luxury cruise on the Three Gorges. I went through the itinerary step by step and felt it was okay. I sent a WeChat message to Teacher Miao, asking her to send me a picture of my ID card. She asked me why. I said, "I sold you to a rural area in Henan. They need a certificate of conformity." She sent a string of cursing emojis. I replied with a voice message: "I've arranged a trip, just the two of us, leaving on Sunday, a week away. Hurry up and give me the details so I can book the tickets." Half a day later, she sent a photo of her ID card, followed by a voice message: "Where are you planning to take me? I haven't even gotten my passport yet!" I replied, "Dream on! You don't need a passport to go to Henan!" Then I busied myself on Ctrip, first flying from Beijing to Yichang, then boarding the Golden Eight cruise ship, five days and four nights, arriving in Chongqing early Thursday morning, then staying two nights in Chongqing, and flying back to Beijing on Saturday.
I checked it carefully several times, everything seemed fine, and booked the plane tickets, cruise tickets, and hotels. Saturday night, I texted Ms. Miao, arranging to pick her up from the airport Sunday afternoon. When I took a taxi to pick her up on Sunday, she was already waiting by the roadside with her suitcase, wearing denim shorts, sneakers, and a large t-shirt that still showed off her slender figure. Once in the car, she pitifully snuggled into my arms and said: "My mom asked me where I was going, and I said I didn't know." I didn't dare tell her who I was going with, would I look silly? I laughed and hugged her, "Don't worry about me, just relax. Don't ask where we're going. Ask when you're worried!" During the two-hour flight, she was quite quiet, even dozing off for a while. When she perked up, she grabbed my arm and asked, "Was Yichang fun?" I said I'd never been. She wanted to ask more but held back. We landed on time, which finally put my mind at ease. The biggest risk of my trip was that the flight wouldn't be delayed too badly, but thankfully nothing unexpected happened. We took a taxi straight to the China Travel Service pier. She looked at the new city with curiosity. As the car drove further and further into the mountains under the night sky, she finally asked timidly, "Where are we going?" I pretended to look fierce and chuckled, "I'm taking you on a pirate ship. If you're scared, you can get off now." She hugged my arm tightly again, as if making a huge decision, and said, "I'll still go with you on this pirate ship." Rounding a bend in the mountain, the massive hull of the Golden No. 8 came into view, brightly lit. We were a bit late, and a staff member led us to check-in
. Surprisingly, Ms. Miao excitedly ran ahead. I, dragging our two suitcases, quietly scolded her: "Don't act like a country bumpkin, finding everything new and exciting." The five-star luxury cruise ship was indeed impressive. We went into our room—a king-size bed, a large balcony. After the staff put down our luggage and left, Ms. Miao jumped into my arms, clinging to my neck like a big monkey, and whispered in my ear, "I'm so excited!" I mischievously reached between her legs and said, "Let me check if it's wet." She jumped down and ran to the balcony, leaning against it and looking at the dark river. I followed her and hugged her from behind. The river breeze was cool. I kissed her ear and caressed her. She nervously looked around, and only when she realized no one could see us did she turn around and respond to me. We kissed passionately, her little tongue playfully going in and out, occasionally letting out a few moans. My hands covered her breasts, and I wantonly kneaded her firm breasts until we heard sounds from the next balcony. Then we went back to the room, turned off the lights, and I pushed her onto the bed, pressing her tightly against me. Her body was burning hot from my caresses. I threw her clothes on the sofa. While kissing her nipples, I tried to take off her denim shorts, but I couldn't. She giggled. She said the opening of the shorts was on the side, then rolled away from my grasp, took off her shorts herself, revealing black semi-transparent lace underneath. I also took off my clothes, hesitated for a moment, leaving only my underwear. I kissed her from the side, my hands tracing from her breasts to her lower abdomen, then exploring her soft clitoris through the lace. She responded with her tongue, her small hand lightly touching my genitals. I encouraged her to put her hand inside, and she obediently slipped it into my underwear, stroking me. The soft sensation made me incredibly hard. I lay back, enjoying her caresses, and she adjusted her position to give me more stimulation. Just as I felt her lean down to take me in her mouth, the room's loudspeaker suddenly came on, announcing that the ship was about to leave port. We both stopped, listened quietly to the announcement, and learned the arrangements for the next day. She teasingly pointed at my penis and said, "How come it suddenly got smaller? That's funny."
I pulled her close, ready to ravage it again, but she begged for mercy, saying, "I won't say anymore, you go take a shower first." I bent down and gently bit her nipple as a lesson before going to the bathroom to take a shower. When I came out, Ms. Miao had already put away all her luggage and clothes in the closet, everything was neatly organized. I leaned against the bed, turned on the TV, but my eyes were fixed on Ms. Miao, who was half-naked. She was still packing some clothes and pacing around the room, making me restless. Finally, she pulled out her pajamas and threw them on the bed. I said, "Go take a shower too." She agreed and went into the bathroom. I suddenly noticed that the bathroom curtain was a roller that could be rolled up. My curiosity was piqued, and I quietly pulled the cord to slowly raise the curtain. After rolling it up about 20 centimeters, the light shone through. I saw Ms. Miao's lace dress on the sink, and she was putting her hair up in front of the mirror. Her snow-white body was dazzling. Red marks from my kneading were left on her small breasts. The light pubic hair below her smooth abdomen was alluring. After putting her hair up, she looked at herself from side to side, satisfied. She opened the bathroom door and went in. As soon as the shower was turned on, her image became blurry. I lay down on the bed, thinking about the nights we would spend together without restraint, and my heart was filled with longing. After a long time, I woke up. It was already dawn. Teacher Miao, wearing her pajamas, was curled up beside me. The blanket had been kicked off the bed sometime during the night. The boat was already sailing on the river. I got out of bed, pulled the blanket over Teacher Miao, and went to the balcony. The wind was a bit strong, making me feel chilly, but I was still captivated by the scenery on both banks. The rolling mountains were majestic and imposing. I felt refreshed and stretched lazily, feeling completely relaxed. Teacher Miao turned over in bed and murmured, "What time is it?" I rubbed my hands and came to the bedside. Teacher Miao was awake but didn't open her eyes. I kissed her trembling eyelashes. She turned over again and murmured, "Stop it, I haven't had enough sleep." I slipped my hand under her pajamas and realized she wasn't wearing underwear. She flinched and lazily begged me to sleep a little longer. But I couldn't resist. My little brother was erect and throbbing, having been rested all night, and was especially energetic this morning. I got into bed, slipped under the covers, and took her soft little hand in mine, stroking it up and down. She seemed to have little control, letting me do as I pleased. After a while, her hand became more active. Although her eyes were still closed, I could clearly feel her breathing becoming less steady. I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside her nightgown, sliding it over her plump thighs, teasing the pubic hair between her legs. She slightly parted her legs, allowing my fingers to penetrate deeper. I touched her soft labia, gently parting them; it was moist and warm inside. I gently teased... As her juices flowed, she seemed to produce more and more fluid, and Ms. Miao began to moan softly. I knelt down beside her, bringing my penis close to her mouth. Ms. Miao closed her eyes and flinched twice, then obediently opened her mouth and took it in. I slowly thrust in and out, the rhythm gentle, savoring the perfect temperature and moisture of her mouth. A pleasurable feeling spread throughout my body. I mischievously pushed deeper, and Ms. Miao instantly felt uncomfortable, almost choking. Finally, she opened her eyes, angrily slapped me, and complained coquettishly, "You're going to suffocate me!" I pulled out my penis, leaned down, and asked, "Do you like this?" Ms. Miao chuckled and said, "Try it yourself." I said, "You definitely won't like it; you won't feel anything."
Ms. Miao sat up and leaned against me, saying, "Actually, when we're together, I like whatever you like." I was a little touched and said affectionately, "I want you." She laughed and said, "How else can you want me?" Then she gently patted my butt and said, "We're not going to spend this week in bed, are we?" I suddenly became passionate, lifted her legs, and forcefully thrust into her vagina. Her wet vagina tightly enveloped me; I could feel her desire and that she was more relaxed than before. After all, we had never made love in such a relaxed environment before. I thrust vigorously, and she responded to my rhythm, her breasts swaying with each stroke. She supported my upper body with her curled legs so that I could penetrate her lower body more forcefully. Neither of us spoke, only the sounds of flesh colliding. Her moans grew louder and more indistinct. I paused and asked, "What's going on?" "Can I ejaculate inside?" She hummed in agreement, then moaned in rhythm with me. With hundreds of thrusts, I went faster and faster, finally ejaculating hot semen. She bit her lip, still moaning incoherently, until I lay on top of her, motionless. We were both panting, my penis slipping out of her vagina. She grabbed some tissues and haphazardly tucked them between her legs, saying weakly, "I'm exhausted." As I drifted off to sleep, sunlight streamed into the room. She got up to wash, and when she shook me awake, she was already wearing a long dress, looking alluring. Her wet hair was casually tied in a bun, and her face was rosy. She gently stroked my face with her small hand and softly asked, "Are you hungry? Let's go to the restaurant to eat and then come back to sleep." I did feel hungry, so I got out of bed to wash.
I went into the bathroom naked, took a hot shower, and felt incredibly refreshed. My little brother was also aroused. When I came out wrapped in a towel, Ms. Miao was on the balcony enjoying the view. Her clean underwear was placed beside the bed. I hastily dried myself off, and she playfully smirked, saying, "Are you on drugs? You're always so energetic, haha." I happily replied, "You are my drug." She took my arm and led me to the restaurant. Since we had been upgraded to the VIP restaurant, each room had a designated table. After finding our table, we each took our favorite food. When I returned with a stack of fried eggs, she had already chosen some vegetables and fruits and was leisurely enjoying them while admiring the view. I laughed when I saw her and exaggeratedly said, "You don't need to be so 'nourished,' eating too many eggs can cause poisoning." We chatted idly, discussing the itinerary, and finally decided to only disembark to see the Three Gorges Dam and Fengdu Ghost City, and skip everything else to sleep in the room. The Three Gorges Dam was quite magnificent, and we went up by elevator, so it wasn't tiring. We strolled around with the crowds for half a day, and she kept marveling at the grandeur and magnificence of the engineering project. I paid particular attention to where to place the limited explosives to maximize destructive power. By the time we returned to the ship, it was time for lunch. Four dishes and a soup were already laid out on the table, and we also got a few side dishes from the buffet. The waiter asked me what I wanted to drink, and I waved my hand, saying I didn't want any, as drinking would cause trouble.
She smiled slyly and said, "You're making it sound so real. You're already on the ship, what trouble could you possibly cause?" I smiled without saying anything and ate my meal in peace. In the afternoon, the tourists all went to the Lesser Three Gorges, and we planned to take a nap. As soon as we got to the room, I drew the curtains and pounced on Ms. Miao on the bed. She struggled and resisted, twisting and turning, saying that vigorous exercise after a meal was no good. I didn't care about anything else and groped her down, pulling off her long dress. She was wearing a bra with a pattern resembling blue and white porcelain, which accentuated her fair skin, making her look elegant and noble. I was a little stunned. She angrily poked my forehead and said, "Aren't you tired of being so excited? Get some sleep. We can do it again tonight. I'm getting scared of you clinging to me like this." I thought about it and realized she was right. I quickly composed myself, took off my clothes, and lay down next to her. I said helplessly, "If I had known I was going to sleep, I should have drunk some red wine earlier." She curled up in my arms, stroking my stomach with her hand and occasionally patting it lightly, making me feel all ticklish. I stretched and told her, "A little lower." She scoffed and put her arm around my arm, then stopped moving. I also felt sleepy and gradually drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, the room was empty, but it was noisy outside. I guessed the tourists had all returned. I got up, washed my face, got dressed, and prepared to go out for a stroll. At the far end of the third floor, there was a movie theater. I strolled over and saw they were showing "From Vegas to Macau." I went back and followed the signs to the sun deck. I immediately saw Ms. Miao sitting under a parasol, looking at the scenery on both sides of the river. A breeze was blowing across the river, making her hair flow gracefully, and her thin dress fluttered, outlining the lines of her chest—very alluring.
I moved closer and sat down next to her. She saw me and said it was very comfortable to sit there, enjoying the breeze and the view. I looked around and, feigning a lecherous look, said, "Lying down is more comfortable." She rolled her eyes at me, pointed to an empty space at the far end of her nail bed, and said, "Lie down there if you want, it's no problem!" We sat there until we were told dinner was starting, then we went to the restaurant hand in hand. Dinner was plentiful. After we finished eating, we waited for the ship to pass through the five locks. The view from the room's balcony wasn't as good as the restaurant's, so we weren't in a hurry to leave. She took some fruit and leisurely looked out the window. I picked up a plate and looked around, but there wasn't anything I wanted to eat. Suddenly, I had an idea. I picked up two small cream buns, pressed two peanuts on top, arranged them into an inverted triangle with fish skin underneath, and then outlined a waistline with chocolate sauce. I handed them to her with a mischievous grin and said, "This is something I made especially for you." She chuckled at the sight. A nearby waiter, thinking we had some request, came over. I smiled at her. She grabbed a cream bun, quickly smeared the chocolate sauce on the plate, and shoved it into my mouth without a word. I gestured to the waiter that it was alright, wiped the chocolate sauce from my mouth with a napkin, and pointed to another cream bun with my chopsticks, asking, "Do you want this 'Milk Bun'?" She turned to look out the window, ignoring me, both amused and exasperated. I picked up the fish skin with my chopsticks and asked, "You don't want this 'Fish Skin Underpants' either?" She suppressed a laugh, still looking out the window. I felt bored, shoveled everything on the plate into my mouth, stood up, and said, "Let's go, help me back to the palace to rest." In the elevator, she asked me, "You really want to be an emperor, don't you? You can have a harem and six courtyards to yourself."
There was a hint of jealousy in her voice. I said I always regarded beautiful women as dirt. She glared at me, "You're enough for me." I quickly added, and finally, Ms. Miao smiled, but shook off my hand, saying, "Who would believe that!" Back in the room, it was already dark. Because we had passed through the lock, the outside was brightly lit. I drew the curtains, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa, randomly flipping through channels. She took off her long dress, changed into her pajamas, and said to me, "Go take a shower first." I shook my head and said, "You go first, otherwise I'll fall asleep while waiting for you, and we'll waste this beautiful night!" She laughed dismissively and said, "It's no big deal, is it?" I watched half a game of football before she came out, still in her pajamas, hanging her washed clothes under the air conditioner. I took the opportunity to pull her close, feeling that she wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas. She wouldn't let me touch her and urged me to take a shower. I pinched her breast through her clothes, and she dodged, saying, "Stop it, stop it," and then took off my undershirt and pushed me towards the bathroom. I had just turned on the shower when she came in and started washing my undershirt and shorts on the sink. We chatted, and she said, "Do you wash clothes at home? Of course, how old are you and you still don't wash clothes?" She looked back at me and added, "I always wear gloves when I wash clothes at home, but I forgot to bring them when I came out." I felt a little sorry for her and said, "Just leave it there, I'll wash it myself later." She said summer clothes are easy to wash, and that was it. She rinsed it and put it out to dry. I then remembered that I always use the washing machine at home, without getting my hands wet.
After showering, I went outside. Teacher Miao was leaning against the bed watching TV. I jumped onto the bed naked and squeezed next to her, eager to get my hands on her. She didn't resist and let me touch her, but she didn't react for a while. I put my hand between her legs, wanting to stimulate her more deeply. She coaxed me, saying, "You play by yourself first, I'll finish watching this part." I saw it was a legal program about a woman who was raped three times by an official. In the end, when she couldn't get money from him, she sued him! I said, "Officials these days are really lawless, they can rape whoever they want!" She shook her head and said, "You think rape is that easy? If the woman resists, it's very difficult for the man to succeed without help." I was a little skeptical, so she gave me an analogy: "Think about it, I have a wine bottle, you have a chopstick. You try desperately to stick the chopstick into the bottle, but I just won't let you. It's not that easy to stick it in." I said, "I read in a book that women all have the desire to be raped. Doesn't the desire arise after a while of struggling?" She scoffed and said, "Nonsense, that's just getting boring." We looked at each other for a while longer, and finally, we finished. I quickly turned off the TV and the main light, then grabbed her, eager to try. She struggled fiercely, and I really couldn't do anything about it. I twisted her hands behind her back and pushed her down, her body pressing down on her hands so she couldn't get them free. I held her breasts to keep her from getting up, kneeling between her legs to adjust my position. She thrashed around like a shrimp, but I still couldn't get close to the entrance. Finally, I lay on top of her, panting. She smiled triumphantly and said, "Not so easy, huh?" I wasn't convinced and continued. Every time it came to the crucial moment, she would wiggle her hips and I couldn't find a spot. This wouldn't do; it was too embarrassing.
I tried my best to hold her waist to prevent her from backing away, but the opening was too low; I couldn't reach it unless she lifted her legs. I tried several times without success, so I turned Ms. Miao over, held down her hands which were tied behind her back with one hand, and easily slid my other finger into her vagina. It was already very lubricated; although her legs were tightly closed, my finger could still move in and out freely. Full of confidence, I lay down on top of her, aimed, and felt my glans find the opening in that muddy spot. With a thrust, I entered a warm cave, but I couldn't penetrate very deep. It felt like I had just passed the tight band of flesh around the opening, and it could slip out at any moment. At least I was in. I released her hands and whispered in her ear, "This time I've finally fucked you, haven't I?" She moved her probably numb hands and said, "That's how you feel." I was sweating, and I lay on top of her, saying, "I felt right, I'm definitely in." She lifted her buttocks slightly, and I found I had more room to penetrate deeper. With her cooperation, I was able to fully penetrate her. The feeling of being enveloped was very comfortable. I thrust hard a few times, and she responded, whispering, "Does it feel good?" I nodded and said, "This feeling of conquest is so good." I continued thrusting, and from behind, I could indeed penetrate very deeply each time. I deliberately provoked her, saying, "Do you like me doing this to you?" She nodded. I said, "Tell me." She said, "Yes." I said, "Tell me completely, what do you like?" She didn't answer. I increased the force of my thrusts and said, "What do you like?" At this moment, Ms. Miao's eyes were glazed over, her body limp, and she lay on the bed. Under my repeated questioning, she finally said intermittently, "I like it, I like you sleeping with me!" Damn it, I said in a fit of rage, "I like to fuck you hard, fuck you." I slapped her buttocks a few times, not too hard, until they were slightly red. Ms. Miao could only moan intermittently. I continued thrusting, saying in a fit of rage, "I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death."
Finally, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over me, and scalding hot semen gushed into Ms. Miao's vagina. I continued thrusting, feeling as if my entire body was suspended in mid-air, supported only by my penis. I didn't want to leave, so I lay on top of her, savoring the pleasure spreading throughout my body and then gradually fading away. Finally, she patted my buttocks with her small hand, panting, "Get off me, you're crushing me!" The bed was a mess. I rolled over and lay on the bed, still basking in the lingering sensation. Ms. Miao wiped herself with tissues, then came over to clean me up. She grabbed a pile of tissues and got off the bed. I heard the intermittent sound of the showerhead. I thought of her alluring body under the shower, but I didn't have the strength to get up. I peeked through the blinds for a moment, then drifted off to sleep! I woke up groggily in the middle of the night, the TV still on. I mumbled something about needing water, and a small, delicate hand lifted my head. Without opening my eyes, I felt the mouth of a mineral water bottle touch my lips, and I drank several large gulps with my eyes closed before turning over and falling back asleep. When I woke up again, it was already bright. A beautiful figure stood on the balcony, alluring in the sunlight. The sunlight seemed to make her pajamas almost transparent, revealing the curves of her body beneath. I pretended to be weak and cried out, "Help! I'm being harassed!" She turned around, knelt down in front of the bed, and looked at me softly, saying, "You're awake. You've had enough sleep."
I suddenly threw back the covers, revealing my erect penis. She frowned, fiddling with it, and said, "Why are you getting all worked up again?" I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, shouting, "I just needed to pee!" I was so tired from standing for so long before I finally finished peeing. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I got ready for breakfast. I ate a random breakfast of fried eggs, bacon, and milk, while she just picked out some fruits and vegetables, drank a cup of yogurt, and watched me eat. The boat docked. The morning's plan was to visit Fengdu Ghost City. We were both dressed casually and took an electric cart directly up the mountain. Along the way, we saw all sorts of grotesque, legendary ghosts. We listened to the guide's explanations, walked hand-in-hand across the Naihe Bridge, and a little girl chased after us, handing us a photo of us together at the bridgehead. We looked so close! Teacher Miao took it and looked at it closely. I gave the girl ten yuan to get rid of her and leaned closer to look. It was a really good photo—a perfect match, a wolf and a tiger! But would you dare hang it there? Teacher Miao retorted, unconvinced. "Of course I would! I'd hang it anywhere! Do you dare?" I took it and stuffed it into my bag, saying, "Okay, when I get back to Beijing, I'll talk to my buddy and have him frame it and have someone hang it on Tiananmen Square!" We chatted and laughed as we descended the mountain. Before boarding the boat, she insisted on buying a mask to play with. She put one on each mask and showed me which one looked best, making all sorts of funny faces that completely confused me. I tried to imagine which one I would see in the middle of the night so I wouldn't be scared to death. Finally, I picked a plain white mask for her and put it on, saying, "This is nice, it looks good." She put it on and asked the woman selling masks, "Does this look good?" The woman nodded repeatedly, saying, "This is good, this is good, it makes the girl look so fair!" Teacher Miao walked away happily. When I paid, I asked the woman if she had any masks of Dong Qing. The woman rummaged around for a while and said, "They're mostly black and white, no blue ones." I waved and chased after Teacher Miao. We boarded the boat again and didn't disembark until the third day at Chaotianmen Wharf in Chongqing. During this time, we ate on time every day, then went back to our rooms, fussed around until we were tired, slept, woke up hungry, ate, and then fussed around again. I wasn't satisfied with just making love in bed anymore. We did it on the balcony, in the bathroom, on the sofa, even with masks on. One night, I even coaxed and tricked Ms. Miao into going to the deck, imagining what it would be like to do something on the deck of a cruise ship amidst towering mountains and winding rivers—how grand and majestic! But as soon as I touched the deck, it was illuminated like daytime by searchlights, and a loudspeaker announced that for safety reasons, no one was allowed on the deck at night. Damn it, I turned on the lights and left! What the hell was all that shouting about!
When we arrived in Chongqing, she kept talking about all the Chongqing snacks, so I stayed at a rooftop hotel above Hongyadong. The night view was great, and there were all sorts of snacks below. She was very satisfied with my arrangements and enjoyed the sights and food. I took her to Ciqikou, and we ate our way in and out several times. I even wondered if she was going stir-crazy from being stuck on the ship, but as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered. While strolling around, we looked at the beautiful women of Chongqing, and I told her that it was okay for them to look at the pictures, but absolutely not to speak. Otherwise, her image would be ruined! She said all the beautiful women in Chongqing were in Jiefangbei, and allowed me to go and broaden my horizons. Once there, she browsed various shops, but knowing I wasn't interested, she told me to do as I pleased. When I met her again at the agreed time, she seemed to have bought nothing. I asked her with concern if she hadn't found anything she liked
, but she said it was fine, it wasn't cheaper than in Beijing, and there wasn't much to buy. Suddenly, she asked me enthusiastically if I'd seen any beautiful women. I handed her a stack of business cards, saying I'd been waiting for her for 10 minutes and received so many ads, all for beautiful women. She laughed, looking at the stack of prostitution ads, and chuckled, "So many! You can pick one carefully." We strolled back to the hotel, looking at the night view from the balcony. We knew this was our last night. Ms. Miao was a little sad, nestled in my arms. After we got ashore, we didn't make love again. Her safe period was almost over, and I don't like using condoms, so we didn't. We'd also eaten quite a lot of hot pot these past two days, and Chongqing is a steep slope, so even a short walk would be tiring. We decided to keep things quiet for a few days. I hugged her and said, "You'll be busy again when you get back, take care of yourself." She casually mentioned that school was starting and she wouldn't be too nervous about picking up seventh graders. She also reminded me to take care of myself. Sharing tender words under the night sky, holding my beloved in my arms, was a kind of enjoyment. After a long time, she seemed about to fall asleep in my arms. I carried her into the room and put her on the bed, but she wouldn't let go. I gently kissed her and said, "Sweetie, go to sleep early." She stubbornly refused to let go, looking at me with a hint of sadness. I asked what was wrong; I felt she was reluctant to leave this trip. I comforted her, reassuring her that we were in the same city, not far apart, and she could see me anytime. I told her not to be so sad, that we were both doing well and still cared for each other. She shook me, interrupting me, and buried her face in my chest, saying, "I don't want to live anymore." I was shocked. Looking at her shy eyes, I realized that this came from a dirty joke—I always said I wanted to fuck her to death during sex.
I kissed her, excitedly saying, "Wait for me." I took a quick shower in the bathroom, making sure to clean my penis thoroughly inside and out. When I came out, Ms. Miao was already in bed, and all her clothes were scattered on the sofa. I got in too. The air conditioning was very cold, and it was a bit chilly without a blanket. I held her in my arms, stroking her back, which was as smooth as silk. She kissed my chest, her hands exploring my penis. I pushed her head down, and she obediently kissed her all the way down, finally taking me into her warm, wet mouth. I moved my lips up and down, and a feeling welled up inside me; every nerve was focused on her lips and mine. Her hands, soft and cool, caressed my testicles as my penis rubbed against hers, her breath rising and falling as she sucked on it. I felt wonderful, incredibly hard, and wanted to push her away, to ride inside her vagina and bring her pleasure. But she held me tightly, her big eyes darting around, watching my reaction. A tingling sensation spread throughout my body. I had to stop her. I pushed her away forcefully and said softly, "Baby, I'm going to cum if you keep going like this. Let me do it." She leaned against me, holding my penis, and said, "I know you like this. You did this to me the first time." Then she bent down and took me into her mouth again, gently sucking on it. I pushed her away again and said, "Wait, let me calm down, or I'll cum."
Her hand released my penis, caressed my stomach, and then kissed my chest, shoulders, and neck, whispering, "It's not like I haven't ejaculated in your mouth before." My confidence surged. I pushed her back onto the bed, straddled her, and placed my knees under her armpits, my penis directly near her mouth. I watched her try to open her mouth wide to accommodate my penis. I slowly pushed it in, all the way to her throat, then pulled out to let her catch her breath. The violent sensation made me thrust wildly. I knew she would feel uncomfortable; touching her throat would make her gag, and tears would well up in her eyes. After dozens of thrusts, I couldn't bear to see her suffer like that, so I stood up. She half-knelt in front of me, her hands on my thighs. I held her head and began to thrust again and again. This position felt very comfortable to me, allowing me to exert force, and she could swallow according to her senses. She wouldn't penetrate too deeply, but waves of pleasure washed over her, and her movements grew increasingly intense. She seemed to sense my approaching climax, holding me tightly in her mouth, her arms around my back. I ejaculated hot semen with each thrust, and she tilted her head back, eyes closed, trembling with each movement. Finally, she quieted down. I felt her tongue encircle my glans, her lips tightly wrapped around it, slowly withdrawing. When my glans limply withdrew from her lips, she got up, barefoot, and ran to the bathroom to vomit up the semen, rinsing her mouth repeatedly. When she returned, I lovingly held her in my arms, stroking her and saying, "You're so good to me. Pampering me like this will get me addicted." She looked up, her big eyes blinking, and said, "That's because you're good to me too." We fell asleep in each other's arms.
On the plane back to Beijing, she told me that a nice teacher had been pursuing her, and she was planning to try dating him. I said, "Get to know him better, don't trust anyone so easily." She murmured again, "If I start this relationship, he might not contact me anymore." I remained silent for a long time before telling her, "I can't give you anything, only a distant thought of you. Take care of yourself; your happiness is my happiness." She wrapped her arms around my arm, rested her head on my shoulder, and closed her eyes.

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