The female teacher is so pitiful

On the playground, groups of students frolicked and chased each other, fully enjoying their childhood. Immersed in their childhood, they looked so innocent, pure, happy, and joyful. Indeed, who in this world doesn't feel that childhood is beautiful, joyful, and the purest and cleanest time?

Tian Xiang looked out the window, sighed, and thought, "Zhao Lixia hasn't come yet. Looks like I'll have to teach two more classes today. Sigh! These young people nowadays are really something else; they show their true colors as soon as they get a promotion." Thinking of this, Tian Xiang shook her head slightly and chuckled to herself, "And she's criticizing others, hasn't she become lazy herself? Before, music class was all my responsibility, so what's there to complain about? I should think about who can cover for me." Tian Xiang rummaged through the desk and picked up the timetable. Just then, the office door was pushed open, and someone walked in—it was Zhao Lixia. Tian Xiang was about to greet Zhao Lixia when she froze, because Zhao Lixia was so different from usual; in fact, she was terrible. Zhao Lixia, who usually wore only light makeup, was now wearing even heavier makeup than Tian Xiang, yet it still couldn't hide her exhaustion. Her eyes were sunken, bloodshot, and surrounded by dark circles; her face was somewhat bluish and swollen.

Before Tian Xiang could even react, Zhao Lixia said apologetically, "Sister Tian, I'm not feeling well today. Could you cover my fourth period class?" Tian Xiang smiled and said, "Of course! You should rest well today. I'll cover your third period class too." "This... how can I? You have a class in the third period too!" Zhao Lixia couldn't believe that the usually worldly and materialistic Tian Xiang had not only agreed so readily but had also covered all of her classes for the day.

"It's alright, I'll just find someone to cover for me. Let me see... um... your third period is 3rd grade 5... your fourth period is 2nd grade 2... I'm 4th grade 3..." Tian Xiang quickly checked the timetable, then smiled and said,

"Okay, I'll go cover for Zhu Jun. I think those kids will be even happier if music class becomes PE.

You should get some rest." Watching Tian Xiang walk away, Zhao Lixia felt extremely grateful, even a little guilty. She couldn't believe it: "This old woman who always says whatever she wants to everyone, always wears heavy makeup, and deliberately sways when she walks, is actually so kind and warm-hearted. I'm usually so cold to her, and she doesn't seem to care at all, but now she's readily helping me when I'm in my most difficult time." Zhao Lixia suddenly felt that she had been a bit too cold-hearted.

It was noon, time for lunch. Since the news of Zhao Lixia's upcoming marriage spread, those annoying "toads" seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Except for Zhu Jun, who would still occasionally fetch her lunchbox, no one else did. However, Zhao Lixia hadn't brought lunch today. Even if she could get up early and make it to the steaming time, she really didn't want to be near that hellish boiler room.

There were no classes in the afternoon, so Zhao Lixia glanced at the alarm clock on her desk. She planned to wait for Tian Xiang to come back, say hello, and at least express her gratitude before returning to her dormitory.

The door opened, and Tian Xiang walked in carrying a lunchbox and a plastic bag, smiling, "Little Zhao, you're so popular!

Teacher Zhu heard you were sick and specially ordered food for you, asking me to bring it to you." Inside the plastic bag were two takeout containers, one containing rice and the other containing sweet and sour pork. Zhao Lixia had no appetite, so she said, "Sister Tian, you eat. I really have no appetite and want to go back and rest." "Even if you don't have an appetite, you still have to eat. You can't skip meals when you're sick," Tian Xiang insisted, pulling Zhao Lixia to sit down.

Zhao Lixia thought for a moment, then sat down. Just as the two were about to pick up their chopsticks, someone knocked on the door. Tian Xiang said first,

"Who is it? Please come in." The door was pushed open, and a person darted in, glanced around the room, and then stood casually in front of Tian Xiang and Zhao Lixia.

Upon seeing this person, both women froze, their faces equally pale, filled with fear and dread.

The person who came was wearing slippers, shorts, and a tank top—it was Zhang Hongjun.

Upon seeing Zhang Hongjun enter, Tian Xiang panicked slightly, forcing a smile as she timidly asked, "Master Zhang, what brings you here?" Zhang Hongjun glared at Tian Xiang and said casually, "Tian Xiang, take your food and go out. Be back in two hours. Teacher Zhao and I have something to discuss." Tian Xiang was even more stunned. She looked at Zhang Hongjun, then at Zhao Lixia, at a loss for what to do.

"Damn it, didn't you hear me?! Get out of here!" Zhang Hongjun glared and cursed.

Tian Xiang, like a startled deer, leaped up, grabbed her lunchbox, and hurried towards the door.

"Wait a minute, take this." Zhang Hongjun picked up the takeout Zhu Jun had bought for Zhao Lixia and tossed it to Tian Xiang.

Tian Xiang took the plastic bag, feeling relieved like a rabbit released from its jaws, and quickly fled. Just as she stepped out of the office, she secretly glanced back at Zhao Lixia. Zhao Lixia was also looking at her, her eyes filled with the same surprise and fear. Tian Xiang sighed, gently closed the door, and disappeared down the corridor.

Watching the door close, Zhao Lixia's heart sank, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "You, what are you going to do? Sister Tian... why is she so afraid of you?" Zhang Hongjun, seemingly unconcerned, said, "Of course I'm here to fuck you. You're so beautiful and so slutty. Just thinking about how cheap you were last night makes me want to fuck you." "You... you can't do this here. This is an office... someone will see us," Zhao Lixia said timidly, biting her lip.

"So what if it's an office? I can fuck you on the playground if I want to," Zhang Hongjun said, locking the door behind him and walking to the window to draw the blinds.

While Zhang Hongjun was away at the door drawing the blinds, Zhao Lixia suddenly stood up and rushed to the door. Just as her hand touched the latch, Zhang Hongjun grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her to the ground.

Zhang Hongjun wrapped Zhao Lixia's hair around his hand, slowly tightening it as if he wanted to tear it all out. Tears welled in Zhao Lixia's eyes as she stared at him with wide, watery eyes, groaning and cursing, "You scoundrel... you beast... let go!" Zhang Hongjun grinned lewdly, punched her in the stomach, and snarled, "You slut, you slept with both of us, and you still have the nerve to call me a scoundrel and a beast." Zhao Lixia curled up in a ball, tears streaming down her face, unable to utter a single word. Zhang Hongjun lifted her up and slammed her heavily onto the desk, then grabbed her hair and slapped her three or four times across the face.

Zhao Lixia hurriedly covered her cheeks with her hands, pleading, "Don't hit me...don't hit me anymore...please don't hit my face again..." Zhang Hongjun stopped, sneering, "A used woman, still knows how to have a sense of shame! Tell me, if not your face, where should I hit you?" Zhao Lixia lay back on the desk, staring blankly out the window, and said helplessly, "As long as you don't hit my face, I'll do whatever you want." The summer sun was golden, and its golden rays diffused through the curtains into the room, falling on Zhao Lixia's face. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, almost too beautiful to look at directly, but at this moment, her exquisite face was lifeless. She just stared blankly at the world outside the window, her beautiful and clear eyes also losing their luster, just staring empty, as if she could pierce through the curtains that blocked the sunlight, the window that blocked the light.

Zhang Hongjun looked at Zhao Lixia and smiled smugly. As an older man, he knew very well: "Pride and confidence are a woman's best adornments. A woman without confidence and pride, even if she's not unattractive, will never have that captivating allure. Zhao Lixia's breathtaking beauty isn't just because of her face and figure, but also because of her innate pride and confidence. Now, that confidence and pride of hers has completely vanished in her presence. While this might bore him, it at least proved that this proud woman had completely submitted to him. Because once a woman abandons her pride and confidence in front of a man, her entire life can be said to be in that man's hands." Zhang Hongjun chuckled and said:

"Okay, then let's not slap her face. Let's play something else." Zhang Hongjun said, reaching out to unbuckle Zhao Lixia's belt. Her pink bell-bottoms fell like clouds under the desk, revealing Zhao Lixia's long, straight legs. These legs were dazzlingly beautiful, full yet not fleshy, slender yet not bony. If there was any flaw, it was perhaps the bruises left by Zhang Hongjun's rampage last night.

A white shirt, a light blue bra, and men's baggy shorts and tank tops were scattered haphazardly over pink bell-bottoms. Zhang Hongjun's one hand roamed over Zhao Lixia's body, pinching, poking, touching, squeezing, twisting, and teasing; while his other hand remained obediently between Zhao Lixia's legs, its fingers less at ease, sometimes wandering over her mons pubis, sometimes moving in and out of her vagina; sometimes tugging at her thick pubic hair, sometimes skillfully teasing her inner and outer labia.

Zhao Lixia lay back on the desk, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her lips tightly pressed together, her chest heaving, her legs pressed tightly together, her two rosy nipples proudly erect, seemingly gradually swelling, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier, her eyes becoming more and more unfocused, and the scenery outside the window becoming increasingly blurry. At this moment, Zhao Lixia's posture reflected the world outside the window as upside down and swaying, just as her life and ideals were now upside down and swaying. She closed her eyes, tears already seeping from the corners... On the large wooden bed next to the water tank in the kitchen, Shi Lei was raising a pair of alluring legs high, passionately kissing a woman's feet. These feet looked so delicate and graceful; the owner of these feet was, of course, Tian Xiang. Although she was a woman in her thirties, she still maintained a very good figure. Her chest was still quite firm, her abdomen was still flat, and her legs were long and strong. Her moans sounded even more charming and alluring. Women of this age are incredibly alluring to a young man like Shi Lei, in the prime of his youth. Shi Lei, unable to contain his excitement, forcefully grabbed, lifted, and spread those alluring legs. With a sudden movement of his waist, Tian Xiang's long false eyelashes became askew, and she let out a long, intensely pleasurable yet unbearable moan… This moan acted as a catalyst, instantly igniting Shi Lei's frenzy.

Tian Xiang murmured as if in a dream, "My little darling, we've already done it three times, and you still want more!" Though she said this, her hands began to knead her breasts forcefully, and her slender, delicate feet tightened around Shi Lei's neck, her toes playfully rubbing against his earlobes.

Shi Lei, panting heavily, showed no sign of stopping; the large wooden bed creaked and groaned, as if it too were breathing heavily.

The sun slowly moved on, gradually turning into sunset, just as those who gather must eventually part. Tian Xiang had been gone for a while, but Shi Lei was still sitting on the threshold of the boiler room door. The setting sun slanted in through the small window, illuminating his legs, reminding him of the warm, soft hands that had gently caressed his thighs earlier. Those hands, that woman, that smooth, silky skin, those firm, rounded legs and their wondrous movements… Thinking of this, a strange urge welled up within him… “You brat! What are you daydreaming about? Didn’t you hear me knocking on the pipe?” A sharp shout startled Shi Lei, making him jump. Zhang Hongjun glared at Shi Lei, cursing, "It's time to open the bathhouse (in northern China, bathhouses are also called 'tangzi'), hurry up and bring the hot water. Oh, and remember to heat it up again after closing, make sure the water temperature isn't lower than 70 degrees." Shi Lei was stunned for a moment, then said, "Why heat it up so much after closing?" "You damn brat, you think you're all that now? I told you to do things, so what? I want to take a hot bath in the middle of the night, so what? I'm going to take a bath with some girls, it's none of your business." Zhang Hongjun cursed as he walked out.

Watching Zhang Hongjun's retreating figure, Shi Lei wasn't angry, nor did he curse Zhang Hongjun a thousand times in his mind as usual; but his eyes lit up, as if a lost person had suddenly discovered the morning star. His ears kept echoing the conversation from not long ago: "Sister Tian, are you coming again tomorrow? You little devil, are you trying to kill your sister? No, I... I just like you so much... Silly boy, if someone finds out, it'll kill your sister... I've been so good to you, how will you repay me..." "How will you repay me... How will you repay me," Shi Lei repeated this sentence over and over in his mind, his eyes shining.

There was no one left in the teaching building. The students had long since gone home, and the teachers had either taken showers or gone home. The door to the music department office at the far end of the corridor was tightly closed. Zhao Lixia sat on the floor with her long legs stretched out, leaning against the door on the cold cement floor, her back pressed tightly against the door, as if there were ferocious man-eating beasts outside. But there were no beasts outside, and no one was there either. Tian Xiang had not returned. Zhao Lixia's hair was disheveled, and the white shirt she had haphazardly thrown on was also messy and wrinkled. Her back was pressed tightly against the door, her hands gripping the collar as if to cover her ravaged breasts. Because her feet and knees were turned inward, toes pointing to toes and knees to knees, her straight and slender legs stretched out in a strange posture. These long, straight legs would occasionally tremble uncontrollably, just like her trembling heart—perhaps not just trembling, but bleeding.

"My husband and I are going to look at houses this weekend, please leave me alone... please don't leave any marks on me." "That depends on whether you understand or not. From now on, just do as we said last night, come to my place to sleep every night." "I'm leaving, remember to come sleep with me tonight, or you'll be sorry..." Just thinking about the night made Zhao Lixia tremble all over... After dusk, as night fell, a light drizzle slowly seeped into the soil. A pretty figure carefully walked on the muddy dirt road leading to the staff bathhouse. The drizzle was gentle, so light that one didn't even need an umbrella, yet it made the road muddy to the brim. There were some drier patches of road near the wall, and Zhao Lixia carefully chose to step onto the drier ones. Sometimes she would rather take a long detour than awkwardly wade over a small puddle or step through a short stretch of muddy road. Her figure was graceful, her steps unhurried. She always walked with such an upright posture, head held high, chest out; her straight, sensual legs, pressed tightly together, moved with elegant and proud steps.

Her graceful figure, pretty face, and noble gait were like a natural ink painting, without any trace of affectation—everything was so natural, so noble, so beautiful.

Finally, she reached the staff bathroom. The door wasn't locked, it was ajar. Zhao Lixia stopped, hesitating whether to knock or simply pull the door open. Suddenly, an old, rough hand reached out from inside and pulled Zhao Lixia inside, the door slamming shut behind her. A rapid, chaotic clatter of high heels on concrete echoed from inside, then faded into the distance until no sound could be heard anymore.

In the early morning, as the sun's afterglow was about to set but hadn't yet touched the earth, Zhao Lixia had already left the bathhouse, head down, slowly walking back to her dormitory. Not long ago, she hated mud, preferring to take a long detour rather than walk on a muddy path. But now, she willingly walked in the mud, suddenly enjoying the soft, cold feeling of her feet sinking into it. Zhao Lixia realized then that mud also had its charm—it silently endured human trampling, yet still protected human feet with its dampness and softness. Just like her now, although she was in excruciating pain, as if her body and mind were being torn apart and trampled, she felt it was worthwhile; she had protected what she needed to protect.

Last night, like a nightmare, still lingered in her mind. Zhao Lixia had thought that an old man like Zhang Hongjun, who had gone crazy so many times in less than a day, wouldn't have the energy to do anything crazy last night.

But she was wrong. Last night's madness had completely exceeded her comprehension. Those strange and terrifying things, and her own grotesque state under the camera flashes, nearly drove her to the brink of collapse. Although Zhang Hongjun was her second man besides her husband, the pain he had caused her, both physically and emotionally, far surpassed that in Sun Shuwei. When she left, her body and soul felt as if they were being torn apart. But she felt her sacrifice was worthwhile—at least from today until the weekend, before seeing her husband Zhao Haibo, Zhang Hongjun wouldn't bother her anymore. Thinking this, Zhao Lixia's steps became firm, and her innate elegant and noble gait seemed to return. She raised her head, straightened her chest, and walked with composure, but her back and legs were no longer straight, and her legs couldn't close tightly, making her walk as if she were sitting on a small stool. Zhao Lixia was well aware of how awkward her current gait was. The pain from last night's unimaginable madness made it impossible for her to maintain the elegant and noble gait she had come from. But she knew these were all temporary, and things would recover sooner or later. Yes, everything would recover eventually, back to the beginning, because the love between the prince and princess was eternal, steadfast, beautiful, and sacred.

In the morning, when Zhao Lixia entered the office, Tian Xiang was already sitting there. Their eyes met, they smiled faintly at each other, greeting each other as usual, as if nothing had happened. Yes, the sun rises every day, and life is the same mundane day after day. What could possibly happen?

[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/123116.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=123116&aspx=1

Previous Page : Teacher Zhang Dan's Award

Next Page : The scent of female athletes' shoes

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The female teacher is so pitiful

comment Open a new window to view comments