For the child's teacher

This slender, beautiful teacher loved wearing black stockings. When she substituted for Teacher Huang in class, she wore only black stockings, creating a stark contrast with Teacher Huang, who never wore them. But for some reason, I didn't feel the same way. Her legs were so thin, almost devoid of flesh, and her hips weren't perky or shapely enough. I always thought she wasn't as attractive as Teacher Huang. Perhaps it was because Teacher Huang always wore nude stockings; the initial impression, the constant exposure, made me prefer nude stockings to black ones!

Moreover, this slender beauty lacked Teacher Huang's elegance. Teacher Huang's every gesture exuded a refined grace, especially her quiet demeanor; she always wore glasses, appearing very scholarly.

The slender beauty, on the other hand, was somewhat more active, and without glasses, she lacked that scholarly air. For a teacher, being refined and quiet is more fitting. Therefore, I didn't have a very good impression of the slender beauty, and I was listless in class!

The people at the table to my left were discussing something. But another person said, "

The one who spoke earlier..."

I couldn't help but sigh. These two were the same age as me, a month older. For some reason, I suddenly felt a strong sense of age superiority over them, as if I were their older brother, and their words sounded like those of a childish little brother! I couldn't help but feel strange. I hadn't gone to the party with my father; normally, he would have been furious! But why hadn't he reacted yet?

And why did Teacher Huang send the skinny girl to substitute? Was it because I assaulted her… or something else? So I decided to investigate.

I stood in the corridor and saw two teachers walking by. One said… The other sighed… The first teacher said…

The second teacher said…

The first teacher said… The second teacher said… The two teachers shook their heads and walked away.

After hearing this, I also thought that Teacher Huang would definitely give up on her child; after all, 100,000 yuan was an astronomical sum! At the current price of one yuan per kilogram of rice, and considering that some teachers' basic salaries are only a few hundred yuan, less than a thousand yuan, earning 100,000 yuan would be difficult! Moreover, the possibility of surgery for a terminal illness is very low! Sigh! It must be a given! Perhaps Teacher Huang didn't call the police because her child was sick? Otherwise, how could I have been so safe and sound all this time? The only thing I can't understand is why my father hasn't made a sound; it's not like him. But I certainly wouldn't dare call him, lest he really break my legs!

The poor protagonist doesn't know that in the future, teachers will have performance-based pay that can be compared to cemetery cemeteries, but hospital treatment costs will naturally rise accordingly, making it just as difficult! So, it's still difficult for ordinary people to see a doctor!

Knowing that the teacher's child was sick, I felt guilty and wanted to know the teacher's situation, so I asked someone to check which hospital the teacher's son was in. It wasn't until the next day that I found out which hospital and which ward Teacher Huang's child was in. Class started, and the substitute teacher, a slender beauty, had surprisingly changed her style from black stockings to nude stockings. But when I compared her nude stockings to Teacher Huang's, the difference was stark! The

slender beauty's legs were too thin and lacked curves. Originally, her black stockings could somewhat compensate for Teacher Huang's lack of them, but now, with her nude stockings, the contrast was stark!

I couldn't help but miss Teacher Huang even more, but I was also afraid to see her. After all, I had done something a student shouldn't have done to her that day. If she called the police, I couldn't bear to think about it anymore… A wave of fear washed over me. I was driven by lust, and couldn't control myself, so I forced myself on her. Yes! I should go see Teacher Huang later… After school, I followed the address my classmate gave me to Teacher Huang's child's hospital room. I stood a short distance away, too afraid to go any further. I didn't know how to talk to Teacher Huang; meeting her would be awkward. I'd better just sneak a peek and then leave. I tiptoed towards the ward, then discreetly peeked through the doorway. I saw Teacher Huang gently stroking her sleeping son's hair, saying...

Hearing this, I was startled. Those damned memories were flooding back. I remembered how I loved it when my parents took me to the amusement park, especially riding the bumper cars. Bumping and crashing around was so much fun; it's one of my best memories. After my mother passed away, my father promised to take me to the bumper cars once, letting me go first. But I waited at the amusement park until dark, then fell asleep by the railing before he finally arrived. This busy man actually took me there first thing the next morning! I sighed deeply, feeling a strange sense of closeness to Teacher Huang's son. Perhaps it was because of Teacher Huang's words: "

Teacher's husband appeared. He was outside on the phone, that's why he came." The teacher was quite dissatisfied.

Her husband replied, "It's not that I didn't want to accompany him, I just didn't have time!" However, I still have to say that it's not that I don't want to save my son, but he has a terminal illness, and even with surgery, the chances of a cure are extremely slim, and the surgery costs an astronomical sum of 100,000 yuan! With our meager salaries, where are we supposed to find that amount? Even if we borrowed, we couldn't afford it, and we don't even know when we'd be able to pay it back! The teacher, upon hearing this, flew into a rage, pointing to the door and saying, "Get out! Get out of here!" The teacher's husband replied,

"Hmph! Don't think that just because you love our son doesn't mean I don't! You stubborn woman!" He then walked out. Hiding not far from the doorway, I pretended to be looking for a ward. As the teacher's husband passed by, I could see clearly that he was quite handsome, the pretty-boy type, yet very sunny. It was strange that the teacher had married him so young; her husband must be very popular with women.

Soon after, I heard the teacher crying, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart, like being stung by a wasp. Peeking over, I saw the teacher gently stroking her sleeping son. A strange, inexplicable urge surged within me. [No! The teacher is a slut in stockings! A slut in stockings!] To confirm my suspicions, I withdrew money from my bank account. My father was quite generous, giving me ten thousand yuan for living expenses, but I rarely used it. I always felt that money had torn apart our once happy family, and that my mother's death was due to my father's constant absences.

I longed to return to the days of poverty and family harmony. At the bank, I withdrew ten thousand yuan and headed to the hospital with the bag of cash. Everyone, including the bank staff, stared at me in astonishment. They seemed to think that an ordinary-looking, unremarkable teenager could withdraw ten thousand yuan, especially in cash, and wondered what he would do with it.

I arrived at the hospital, in the teacher's son's room, but then stopped. How could I face him? How could I face him? This thought kept echoing in my mind, and finally I mustered up the courage to go in. But the moment the teacher saw me, her face turned bright red, and she snapped, "Get out of here! I don't want to see a bad student like you!" Clearly, the teacher was still angry about what I had done to her, but it's understandable that anyone would feel the same way.

"Teacher, I, I..." I was just a child who had made a mistake, unable to stand up straight in front of the teacher. The teacher snapped, "Get out of here!" I thought to myself, "Didn't I come here to expose the teacher's lewd nature? Why are you acting like a defeated rooster now? I'm not convinced! Didn't you, you slut, please me the other day?" With a "thud," the bag I was holding fell to the ground. I looked at the bag. "Yes! I took out all my money to expose the teacher's lewd nature!" I unzipped the bag, revealing four crisp, white hundred-yuan bills.

The teacher was stunned. Seeing this, I got excited, knowing I would have the upper hand. I said, "Teacher, I know your son is sick and urgently needs a lot of money. I don't have much money here, only ten thousand yuan. But I want you to spend a few nights with me, like that time we made love in the office. You know that? Teacher, I really like your stockinged feet, but unfortunately you were wearing short stockings that day. I want you to wear pantyhose for all the nights you spend with me!

How about it?"

The teacher never expected her student to be so lewd and insidious. She trembled with anger, her face flushed red, and she pointed at me, "You, you, you beast..." For a moment, she couldn't find any good words to rebuke me.

For some reason, seeing my teacher like this filled me with fear. For the past few days, I'd been afraid she'd expose my rape of her. After all, she was my teacher, an elder. I told myself, "She's a lewd woman, just pretending. I can conquer her! Conquer her!" I encouraged myself. I'd already done what I shouldn't have, there was no turning back. I was both afraid and had to grit my teeth and continue.

I glanced at my unconscious child lying on the hospital bed and said, "It seems your love for your child isn't real. Your son is doomed!" As I bent down to pick up the bag, my teacher looked incredibly conflicted, glancing between my son and me. I saw an indescribable tenderness in her eyes when she looked at my son, and I almost convinced myself to back down. But when she looked at me, her eyes were filled with anger, contempt, and disgust. Suddenly, I felt that gaze pressing down on my heart, making it hard to breathe.

My heart was telling me: [Don't be so arrogant, don't look at me like that! You're just a slut, a slut who'll be fucked by anyone!] At that moment, I was all bark and no bite, a loser.

Just as my heart was about to break down and I was about to run away, the teacher took a breath and said: [Okay!

For my son, I, I…] The teacher couldn't finish the sentence, she was very embarrassed. As soon as I heard that, I knew I had won. What a close call, I almost ran away, just a little bit more! I rushed past the teacher, looking at her feet, black high heels and flesh-colored stockings. I wanted to know if the teacher was wearing pantyhose.

[Ah!] The teacher still exclaimed in surprise when she saw me lift her pant leg. Alas, it was still short stockings! Not pantyhose! But those adorable stockinged feet still beckoned me. I couldn't help but lean down and lightly kiss the back of her stockings. The smoothness of the stockings traveled through my tongue to my brain. The teacher's fair, tender feet at the base of her short stockings were also tempting. I licked the base of the stockings and her fair feet, then couldn't resist touching them, exclaiming,

"Teacher, your skin is so beautiful, so white and tender!" Being praised like this by her beastly student, the teacher didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I said, "Teacher, your skin is beautiful even without stockings! But why do you always wear short socks? It makes you look like an old woman! You should wear pantyhose more often!" The teacher was again speechless, both amused and exasperated. What kind of student would speak to their teacher like that! Her feelings were complicated. After glancing at her unconscious son, she said to me, "I only have one condition: not here..." I nodded, "Although I'm shameless, at least I'm a gentleman among the shameless. I don't want to destroy your family! Okay, come to my house!"

The teacher went to her son first and whispered, "Son, Mom's going out for a bit, I'll be back soon to take care of you! Don't worry! With Mom here, you'll be fine! You'll definitely be healthy!" Hearing this, I fell silent, feeling as if I were doing something wrong, and a strong sense of guilt suddenly overwhelmed me.

On the way home, both the teacher and I were preoccupied with our own thoughts. I wondered if I should give up? Had I gone too far this time? My mind was filled with the teacher's love for the child, and I was already somewhat moved. The teacher seemed uneasy, perhaps wavering between wanting to give up and sticking to her principles, caught in a dilemma. When

we arrived at my house, she looked at my messy, dog-nest-like home and asked, "Are you alone?

" Her words seemed to have a hidden meaning, a hint of hesitation. I replied... As soon as the teacher entered, she saw a framed photo of the three of us, a sweet picture. Further into the living room, there were more photos of the three of us. The teacher looked at me with a strange expression. I picked up the picture frame, glanced at it, and said, "I'm furious!" I snatched the frame away, took another deep look at it, my lips twitching, tears welling in my eyes, and then, clutching the frame, walked further and further away.

The teacher found it strange and began to have a new opinion of me. The teacher seemed a little restless. At this moment, I pounced on her from behind, grabbing both her hands. The teacher was startled. Although she knew it was me and had agreed beforehand, as a woman, she resisted, her hands flailing and her body swaying. But I felt a kind of pleasure, a pleasure of coercion and conquest, and I forcefully pulled the teacher into my arms. As soon as she was close to my chest, I clasped her hands behind her back and whispered in her ear, "You slut, you want to be a prostitute and still pretend to be chaste! I'm going to fuck you! I'll fuck you to death!" I used obscene language to provoke her.

"No! Don't do this!" The teacher struggled to break free, turning to look at me, her hands still gripping my hands on her shoulders, trying to remove them. I turned her around, glaring at her, and snapped, "You slut, what are you pretending for?" With that, I pulled her forcefully, my left hand rubbing her breasts repeatedly, saying, "Teacher, your breasts are so big, they feel so good to rub, so wonderful!" As I spoke

, I increased the pressure of my rubbing. "No! Don't!" the teacher tried to maintain her dignity as an elder, but I moved both hands towards her genitals. "No! Don't!" she cried. I snapped, "You despicable whore, still pretending! Still wanting your chastity!" I grabbed her chin, then pressed my lips against hers, silencing her.

With a "smack," the teacher pushed me away. I shouted, "What's wrong? Don't you want the money anymore?" The teacher glanced at the bundle of four hundred-yuan bills with human faces on them, lying open in the distance. Thinking of her son, she closed her eyes, gesturing for me to do as I pleased. I dislike necrophilia; I had absolutely no interest in having sex with a woman who, though alive, resembled a corpse.

I looked the teacher up and down, questioning her: "What are you trying to do? You don't want the money! You don't want to save your son! I understand, you don't care about your son at all!" Hearing my words, the teacher began to sob, clutching the open collar of her shirt, her head bowed as she wept.

I yelled: "Lick! Lick it!" I thrust my lower body towards the teacher. The teacher knelt down, still unable to face my lower body, turning her head away after a long while. I yelled again: "What are you still standing there for! Hurry up and lick it!

" The teacher raised her head and glared at me, her eyes filled with resentment. I felt a chill run down my spine from the teacher's resentful glare, but to quell the fear, I grabbed her hand. She tried to pull it away, but I wouldn't let her, keeping it pressed against my manhood. I asked smugly, "How is it? Big enough?" I held her hand, letting it rub back and forth on my manhood. She kept her head down, letting out a soft "Ah." I wondered what she was thinking—was she aroused, or ashamed? With one hand still on my genitals, she pressed her other hand to her chest, tears welling in her eyes, her head still lowered.

"Look at me!" I commanded. She finally looked up at me briefly before quickly looking back down. This annoyed me greatly! She had repeatedly disobeyed me. I had thought that as long as I offered her the money, she would easily let me do as I pleased. Today's events left me deeply disappointed and disheartened. A thought crossed my mind: [The teacher isn't a slut; she might be a good woman. She's doing this all for her son! I'm going too far!] I was horrified that I even had such a thought.

[I don't believe you're not aroused!] I quickened the pace of my touch with the teacher's hand, but she remained unmoved. I felt discouraged and released her hand. She pulled it back with a sigh of relief, which dealt me a huge blow. I couldn't conquer her! Like a mad beast, I pointed to my genitals: [Take off your pants and show it! It needs you!] The teacher glanced at me again, then lowered her head. I made it clear again: [I want you to give me oral sex!] But the teacher still didn't move, her head still down.

I lost my temper and yelled, "You despicable whore who wants a chastity arch!" I pulled her hand to my genitals. "Hurry up! I don't have that much patience!" The teacher, with a mixture of shame and resentment, lowered her head and laboriously, painfully, first unbuckled her belt, then unbuttoned her pants, then pulled down the zipper. My pants slid down to my feet, and my erection was still hidden in my underwear, waiting for me to unlock it! The teacher's hands gripped the waistband of my underwear, her head bowed tightly, wishing she could disappear into a hole in the ground. With great effort, the teacher pulled off my underwear, and my erection sprang out, head held high, ready for battle!

I tossed my clothes aside, grabbed the teacher's hand and placed it on my penis, then lifted her chin with my other hand, letting her see what a conqueror looked like! So that she would always submit to me, her conqueror! What I saw was resentment and defiance. I couldn't help but lower her chin, making her lower her head. At this moment, it was I who submitted.

Knowing that disobeying me might lead to even greater humiliation, the teacher, under my tyranny, laboriously rubbed my penis back and forth with her hand, her nostrils flaring, choking back sobs, finally breaking down in tears. Seeing

her pitiful state, I felt a pang of sympathy; the act was about to end.

But I refused to give in! I didn't want to be the loser! I grabbed the teacher's hand and rubbed it rapidly on my penis. After a long while, I slapped my penis against the teacher's face twice, saying, "[Slut! Open your mouth! Quick! Use your lewd tongue to lick the glans properly first, then put it in your mouth!]" As I spoke, my penis was already poking the teacher's bright red lips.

The teacher had no choice but to obey, opening her mouth and lightly licking my tongue a few times. Waves of pleasure washed over her; so good! The teacher's tongue was so good! "[Don't stop! It feels so good!]" The teacher's tongue gently licked around the glans, sending waves of pleasure through my body like an electric current. I felt like I was in heaven! My glans became aroused, secreting semen. When the teacher's tongue left, it brought with it a long trail of vaginal fluid. I felt waves of excitement; the teacher's mouth was filled with my vaginal fluid. The teacher's brows furrowed, filled with self-reproach and shame.

She was so wanton! [Teacher, you're so good at this! You're a natural slut! You're really good at this! I realize your husband is so lucky to have a whore like you!] Under my verbal abuse, the teacher felt only shame, not a trace of pleasure or stimulation. I felt her hostility, which instantly extinguished my pleasure. I stepped back, looking at the teacher who was glaring at me with hatred. My voice lacked conviction, and I pleaded, [You, you, don't look at me like that! Don't!] The teacher retorted, [Are you scared? Are you scared of a woman you've threatened?] These words filled me with shame. I was terrified! Truly terrified! Even the dragon began to shrink.

[No! I must not admit defeat! Never!] My intense pride wouldn't allow me to lose! I had to conquer her, completely conquer her body and soul, not just physically!

[You slut, you say you're doing this dirty thing with your student for your son's medical money, but it's just your lustful instincts kicking in, it's what you really want, isn't it? You slut under the guise of maternal love! You whore! You're only doing this for your own pleasure, not for your son!] [Slap!] A crisp sound followed my words, and I was slapped hard across the face.

The teacher cried and said to me, [People have self-respect! I won't allow you to insult my dignity again and again! And you can't insult a mother's love for her son!] She then ran out the door.

I stood there, stunned, for a long time before I understood what was happening. I touched the side of my cheek where I had been hit, and suddenly felt a strange feeling towards the teacher, followed by a deep sense of guilt. I felt remorse for my actions just now.

[The End]

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