The beautiful teacher who was drugged by her students

My name is Nie Ling, I'm 28 years old, and a high school math teacher. After graduating with a master's degree, I taught in Shanghai and achieved excellent results in teaching and research. Unfortunately, due to a moment of carelessness, I was reported for accepting bribes from parents, and I had to return to my hometown, a third-tier city, to teach at a prestigious high school. Although it's a prestigious high school, the pay is far less than that of ordinary universities in first-tier cities.

I got my marriage certificate but haven't held a wedding yet. My husband is a civil servant in the local area, and our income is stable, but we're not exactly wealthy. Setting up a banquet for relatives and friends isn't a problem, but it's a major life event, and I hoped for a respectable and luxurious wedding, so I kept postponing it.

Half a year ago, the local government implemented a policy to "cultivate young teachers." I benefited from this policy, received the title of outstanding teacher, and became a candidate for grade head. As a reward, I took out a loan to buy a BMW 3 Series. Despite

my husband's repeated attempts to dissuade me, I declared, "I'll pay for the car myself; you don't need to spend any money." This caused quite a bit of unpleasantness between us.

Teachers in third-tier cities don't earn much, and to cover my car payments, I started tutoring a day student in my class, Yang Wu, through my colleague Chen Huier's introduction. Although the school prohibits teachers from tutoring, Chen Huier told me that Yang Wu lived alone, and his parents worked in Beijing and rarely came home. No need to deal with parents, less work, more money. After a moment's hesitation, I agreed.

I'd heard of Yang Wu before; he was a wealthy second-generation heir from a prominent family. I'd heard his family funded the construction of several school buildings. School leaders had also warned first-year teachers to keep an eye on Yang Wu, as any extortion or bullying at school would be a huge burden on the teachers if his parents blamed him.

Yang Wu was unassuming and seemed ordinary; I'd only ever assumed he was a rich kid and hadn't paid much attention. But

when I first visited his home, I discovered his family's wealth far exceeded my expectations. He lived in a duplex villa, and his garage contained a BMW 7 Series and a Range Rover. This house and two cars alone cost more than I could earn as a teacher my whole life.

Chen Huier also reminded me that Yang Wu had many relatives who were high-ranking officials in the city, and that if I cultivated a good relationship with him, I might have a chance to rise through the ranks in the future. I just laughed off Chen Huier's words at the time.

Yang Wu was a clever student, with high emotional intelligence and eloquence; my dull husband was practically a blockhead compared to him. I got along very well with Yang Wu. After a few tutoring sessions, our relationship became intimate; we were more like siblings than teacher and student. In fact, this was Yang Wu's first step in conquering women. This 17-year-old student eventually turned me into his personal sex toy, made me cheat on him, cuckold my husband, and turned me into a horny animal.

After getting the BMW, the thrill of driving a luxury car did make me ecstatic, but soon after, I encountered an accident. My car, which was parked downstairs, was hit, and the driver fled the scene. There was no surveillance footage, and the driver couldn't be found.

In the end, I had to swallow my anger and pay tens of thousands of yuan out of my own

pocket for repairs. When I told my husband about it, he scolded me for buying the car. I'm a bit proud by nature, and his words made me furious. We had a fight, and I stormed out.

That day, I had to tutor Yang Wu, so I had to go to class with my pent-up anger. To make matters worse, it started raining. Because the car was being repaired, I was soaked to the bone when I got to Yang Wu's house.

Yang Wu was shocked to see me drenched and quickly prepared towels and a change of clothes for me to take a shower.

I was a little embarrassed to use the student bathroom, but I was so wet and cold that I couldn't refuse his kindness. I borrowed his bathroom, feeling a bit awkward.

The change of clothes was a set of soft pajamas. They were modest and wouldn't make me feel embarrassed. They had my favorite Brown Bear pattern printed on them.

After I finished washing up, Yang Wu had already put my soaking wet clothes in the dryer and prepared ginger tea.

Overwhelmed by a series of distressing events, and looking at this understanding student, I couldn't help but cry and poured out my heart to him.

Drinking the ginger tea he gave me, and listening to Yang Wu's comforting words, my mood gradually calmed down.

I don't know what was added to this ginger tea, but besides the ginger flavor, there was a faint floral fragrance. After a few sips, my body felt slightly warm. Perhaps because I had caught a chill from the rain, my mind was a little foggy. Yang Wu persuaded me to drink another cup, but the fogginess didn't lessen; instead, my body became even hotter.

"Women need to be cherished and protected. If a woman has to solve all her problems herself, what's the use of a husband?" Hearing this, I felt a pang of emotion and couldn't control myself, embracing Yang Wu. Yang Wu then pushed me onto the bed and kissed my cherry-blossom lips.

"Ugh!" I was startled. I was a married woman, and a teacher at that. How could I let another man, my student, do this to me? I struggled to push Yang Wu away, but my limbs were weak and powerless. I tried to cry out, but my mouth was covered, and I could only make muffled noises.

Yang Wu's hands roamed over my body, reaching down to my waistband. Sensing something was wrong, I hurriedly grabbed his hands. When he released my lips, I finally had a chance to squeeze out a sentence.

"Yang Wu, don't do this."

He didn't reply, but simply pulled my pants down to my knees, revealing my purple lace panties.

I kept pushing against him, but as he kissed my neck and earlobe, my body slowly changed from struggling resistance to shyly writhing.

Gradually, my whole body went limp, I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, and my mind became hazy, leaving only a still-heated body.

"You can't, stop it."

"Your husband is not good enough for you." He whispered these words in my ear. He unbuttoned my nightgown and skillfully took off my front-clasp bra. My delicate breasts were exposed to the air, my nipples like two tender cherries.

"Such lovely breasts," Yang Wu said, taking my left breast into his mouth, his tongue deftly swirling and flicking the nipple. An electric sensation spread through my body, and my vagina began to secrete lubrication uncontrollably.

As Yang Wu reached down to pull down my panties, I was already in a daze, and I willingly bent my legs, letting him pull down my pants and panties together, removing my last line of defense and revealing the private black forest that originally belonged only to my husband.

"Xiao Ling, your pubic hair is beautiful." I naturally have thick pubic hair, which is jet black, soft, and slightly curly.

This was the first time I had heard someone compliment me, and I shyly turned my head to the side.

Yang Wu parted my labia, his fingers gently caressing between my labia, occasionally stroking my clitoris or slightly digging into my vagina. His technique was more skillful than that of a high school student. With his manipulation, I couldn't help but pant, and my vagina made a gurgling sound between my legs.

The pleasure from Yang Wu's caresses was something my husband had never given me. I couldn't help but open my mouth, letting out a soft moan. He seemed to seize the opportunity, suddenly increasing the speed of his caresses. Stimulated, my honeyed hole gushed forth fluids like a burst dam.

"Ah...ah..." My body arched and twisted uncontrollably on the bed, letting out a sexy moan.

"Such a sexy body," Yang Wu laughed, waving his hand in front of me, his hand glistening with love fluid.

Yang Wu had somehow pulled down his pants, revealing his fierce, muscular penis, which looked incredibly tempting. His penis pressed against my entrance, the glans rubbing against my labia and pubic hair, the overflowing fluids making my opening wet.

"No...don't...I can't...I'm sorry, husband..." Before losing my virginity, I regained some of my reason, making a final struggle. Unfortunately, it was futile.

"Ah..."

As Yang Wu's penis plunged into my hot, wet vagina, I let out a long moan. A feeling of fullness filled my lower body. It was a satisfaction my husband had never given me. With each thrust of Yang Wu's penis, I lost myself, raising my legs high to welcome the man's thrusts. At this moment, I was burning with desire, my lust overflowing, wanting only to be soothed by this vigorous male organ.

My long, white legs were draped over Yang Wu's shoulders, his penis pounding again and again, he was fucking me with abandon, and I moaned defiantly, my hands helplessly clutching the sheets, my cries echoing in the room.

Yang Wu's stamina was astonishing; he only ejaculated his thick semen inside me during my second orgasm. Satisfied, I collapsed weakly onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In my drowsy state, I vaguely woke up once, and I seemed to hear Yang Wu talking on the phone.

"Got her, drugged the ginger tea...no problem..."

"Her breasts are a bit small, but her crotch is really tight...and her ass is big too, next time...do her from behind..." "You can fool Nie Ling's husband...say Nie Ling is sleeping at your place tonight..." Were these conversations just my imagination? Or were they real? I was too exhausted to think about it. Exhaustion washed over me, and I finally fell into a deep sleep again.

I woke up the next day at about six in the morning. My naked body had no clothes on, and there were still traces of semen between my legs, a muddy mess. All of this reminded me that last night's passionate sex was not a dream. I was a little flustered, the resentment and anger of losing my virginity swirled in my heart, but I had no urge to cry.

I looked around, and my underwear and the clothes I had worn were neatly folded and placed aside. I put on my clothes and tiptoed downstairs. At the dining table on the first floor, I saw Yang Wu setting out food like soy milk and porridge.

"Teacher Nie." He called out to me, and I rushed towards him angrily, raising my hand to slap him.

But his hand remained suspended in mid-air, unable to fall.

Finally, in a fit of pique, he stomped his foot and left Yang Wu's house.

[The End]

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