The perverted teacher at the wedding banquet

The wedding banquet was reaching its climax. Except for the bride and groom, who sat with their backs to the golden screen, everyone was engaged in lively conversation in a joyful atmosphere. Laughter filled the air, and some were giving congratulatory speeches that no one was listening to.

"It's truly spectacular! It's like gathering all the leaders of the prefecture's education sector together! Amazing!" Hearing the head of education say this, Hamamoto Seizo hurriedly swallowed the meat in his mouth.

"We seem to be the odd ones out here."

He regretted using the plural "we" immediately after saying this, and sure enough, the head of education turned away, clearly displeased.

(Hmph! Just because they were invited to this event, they think they're one of the heads of the prefecture's education sector?) Hamamoto Seizo chuckled inwardly, downing his drink in one gulp.

Almost all the guests were people connected to the education sector, and all of them were important figures: the prefectural education bureau chief, the city education bureau chief, the chairman and members of the prefectural council's education committee, and principals of elementary and middle schools. Not only the guests, but most of his relatives were also connected to the education sector.

(Their family now holds sway over the county's education system!) Qing San couldn't help but admire them, but unlike the director of education beside him, he wasn't intimidated. He filled his own glass and drank heartily, feeling relaxed and at ease as no one spoke to this seemingly outcast.

Qing San, representing the school's faculty, was invited along with the director of education to attend the principal's adopted daughter's wedding. This marriage was complicated and needed clarification.

The principal was only forty, younger than the forty-three-year-old Qing San. His rapid rise in rank was widely attributed to his marriage to the daughter of the education commissioner. However, shortly after marrying the twenty-six-year-old, he adopted the daughter of the municipal education commissioner. This adopted daughter then married the wife's younger brother. So, while the principal and his wife were blood-related brothers, he was officially the adopted daughter's husband.

There were other men in the world; why do this? Of course, it was to control the education system and expand his network of connections. The rumors circulating behind this weren't entirely unfounded. The question is, why is such a young principal in such a hurry to adopt a daughter? His deceased ex-wife had no children, but his remarried wife is still young and having children shouldn't be a problem. Given this, why the rush to adopt a daughter?! On this point, the public opinion is almost unanimously in agreement: the highly shrewd principal might be impotent in that area—that's everyone's guess.

Therefore, leaving his property to his wife is much better than giving it to outsiders; it would also bring her comfort. Those attending the event had various speculations in their minds, but outwardly they were still happily drinking. Amidst this noise, Hamamoto Seizo isolated himself, casting his slightly drunken gaze at the bride.

(She looked particularly beautiful today, her head bowed in a seemingly innocent, embarrassed manner, perfectly suited to her look…) The bride, wearing a white wedding dress, didn't touch the dishes before her, maintaining a bowed posture throughout. Occasionally, when the groom spoke to her, she responded with a faint smile, her pearl necklace gleaming beautifully under the colored lights.

(Heh heh, that woman is a woman after all, she's quite the actress!) Seizo couldn't help but lick his slightly tipsy lips at the bride's innocent, feminine demeanor.

(If only he could bind her up like this… a snow-white disguise, turn her body upside down, exposing the dark hair between her thighs… not just the dark underbelly… but also those fleshy pink lips, and that sticky nectar…) As he fantasized, he couldn't help but feel a burning heat in his lower abdomen. Reflexively, his eyes began to scan his surroundings for a suitable target. Among the many relatives and friends were middle and high school students, displaying a voracious appetite. He knew from the moment he entered the venue that his target, Kimura Hiroko, was among them.

(If she goes to the restroom, I'll have a chance…) Seizo's eyes kept darting to the girl who could easily be his daughter, and he felt anxious.

Hiroko Kimura, the principal's cousin (essentially his wife's younger sister), is a second-year high school student. Today, she's wearing a dark blue dress with white lace collar and cuffs, her hair slightly curled and tied with a wide white ribbon.

Perhaps it's the dress, or perhaps it's the relaxed atmosphere of being with her friends and family, but she looks younger than usual, and her face appears even more beautiful in the lively atmosphere.

(She seems to be deliberately avoiding looking in my direction…) Seizo finds it amusing, but also feels a strong urge to forcefully pull her away. Watching her jaw move as she eats meat reminds him of something, and he can barely contain himself.

Just then, as if God knew Seizo's urgent desire and granted his request, Hiroko wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked towards the exit from the back of the crowd. Seizo also seemed to leave his seat naturally.

It's a wonderful day; elegantly dressed men and women constantly come and go along the red carpet corridor. Seizo quickly catches up with Hiroko.

Someone taps her on the shoulder, and when Hiroko turns around, her face immediately drains of color.

"Are you going to the restroom?" Looking at Kiyoshi with fear, she nodded slightly. "Let's go together!" Kiyoshi put his arm around Hiroko's waist and pulled her forward as if forcing her.

"Please spare me..." Hiroko pleaded weakly, seemingly unable to walk.

Kiyoshi didn't answer, but instead gave a command in a deep voice: "When we get near the restroom, pretend you're uncomfortable and lean on me, understand?" "That kind of thing..."

"Just lower your head and hug your stomach, leave the rest to me." "You mean... but..." She tried to break free from Kiyoshi's grasp, but he seemed resigned to his fate after he pulled her. Hiroko suddenly lowered her head, whether because they were going into the restroom or because she didn't want passersby to see her crying, it was unclear!

"Let's begin!"

Pushed by Kiyoshi, Hiroko bent over and leaned against him. In this position, Kiyoshi led her into the men's restroom. This was his calculation; a man entering a women's restroom is less noticeable than a woman entering a men's restroom. And by embracing an uncomfortable woman, he wouldn't make a mistake.

There was only one man in a suit urinating in the men's restroom.

"Just throw it all up."

Kiyosan seemed to be patting Hiroko's back as he led her into the urinal, deliberately saying this so the man could hear. The man seemed to understand the situation after hearing this and shifted his gaze. Kiyosan closed the urinal door after the man left.

"What do you want to do?"

Hiroko looked up at Kiyosan with a tearful face, and Kiyosan hugged her tightly.

"No..." she whispered, struggling at the same time.

"Try screaming loudly, you'll be embarrassed!"

he threatened, kissing her from her neck to her jaw. Hiroko whispered no, her body disappearing with the force.

"Because you look so cute, I couldn't resist." He gently bit her cute pink earlobe, speaking passionately.

"You're also doing this because it's Noriko's wedding ceremony, aren't you? You're making this place all wet, aren't you?" His right hand encircled her waist, his left hand slipped under her skirt, lewdly touching the front of her underwear.

"No..." Hiroko began to cry.

"Hehe, you were right, weren't you? I heard all women attending weddings are like this..." Kiyoshi touched the slightly bulging area under her panties, causing Hiroko's swaying body to lean weakly against Seizo. When Seizo lifted her chin, Hiroko seemed to have difficulty breathing and closed her eyes. Seizo sucked hard on her lips, which trembled with unease, shame, and an involuntary surge of excitement.

Her breasts, pressed against her chest, heaved more violently, and Hiroko's tightly closed lips began to relax, her tongue seemingly tentatively reaching out. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed on the tiled floor outside. Seizo looked up and loosened the front of his pants.

"You do it!"

"In a place like this?"

Her tearful eyes showed confusion, but Hiroko had become a vulnerable woman, blinking weakly as she grasped that "thing" with her slender fingers. Seizo gently moved his body back and forth, simultaneously asking to kiss that "thing." Hiroko's eyes seemed to blur, her beautiful nose flaring with excitement. As

Seizo pressed down on her shoulders, Hiroko knelt down, her lovely lips almost splitting open as she took that "thing" in her mouth, the ribbon in her hair trembling slightly.

Seeing this pure and beautiful young woman doing this in the men's restroom at a wedding ceremony filled Seizo with immense ecstasy. He felt his whole body go numb, barely able to stand. He tried to distract himself from the footsteps outside or the flushing of the toilet next door, but his efforts had their limits. Seizo quickly stepped back, then turned Hiroko around, lifting her skirt high.

"Spare me..." Hiroko leaned against the wall, her voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.

"You're already like this, and you still say no?" Seizo pulled her panties down to her knees, teasing her as he stroked her round buttocks and the wet front of her panties.

"Ah...so embarrassing..."

Hiroko couldn't help but sob softly as he touched her wet spot. Her still-childlike, snow-white buttocks, exposed only by her clothes, seemed even more sexy to Seizo.

"Ah..."

The intense intrusion caused Hiroko to twist her back, grabbing the wall with her hands, her face pressed against it by Seizo's push.

"Ah! This is too much..." Swallowing her sobs, Hiroko cried uncontrollably at this humiliation.

"Put your hands behind your back!"

"How can you do that now..."

Her resistance lacked strength. Hiroko pressed her face even harder against the wall, supporting her upper body, then crossed her hands on her waist. Seizo took out handcuffs he always carried and cuffed Hiroko's hands together.

(Without this, I can't get fully aroused; perhaps I'm impotent like the principal.) This distressing thought flashed through Kiyosan's mind, and then, as if to drive it away, he quickened his movements, reaching down to grasp Hiroko's breasts through her clothes.

There were still hurried footsteps outside the door.

Back in his seat, the bride had changed her clothes once, as if she had secretly watched Kiyosan's return.

(Because Hiroko and I left together, she might be overthinking things.) Kiyosan felt a little cold and quickly drank some wine.

The dean of studies was talking to the education committee member next to him, seemingly exchanging pleasantries. His bald spot at the back of his head was slightly red from the wine, making his barely visible hair look even more comical. Someone across from him started singing.

At this moment, Kiyosan noticed the bride's gaze turn towards the doorway. Following her gaze, he saw Hiroko walk in with her head down. She was dressed neatly, her hair perfectly combed, and although she looked shy, her expression was cheerful.

(Noriko probably sensed it.)

Sure enough, Seizo's gaze met the bride's. Her face twitched slightly, and her red lips twitched as if she wanted to say something.

(Teacher, you're still so quick.) Her eyes seemed to say that. Seizo smiled smugly and raised his glass to her.

The bride, Noriko, had once been Seizo's student. They had a relationship during high school, and it had continued until now. Besides them, the only other person in the room who knew about this was Hiroko. This fact gave Seizo a sense of superiority, and if he could, he really wanted to tell everyone here right now.

This good-for-nothing man, who had been a teacher for twenty years, had no outstanding looks or charm, and was a middle-aged man whose hair was starting to thin. He was venting his pent-up anger in a secluded place, and of course, no one would know.

(Hehe! Just you wait and see...) Because no one paid attention to him, he felt lonely, which made Seizo feel even more pleasure about his secret.

(This dean of academic affairs is older than not only the principal but also me. To be able to serve as principal for a few more years before retirement, I have to bow and scrape to those powerless education committee members. I absolutely don't want to become that pathetic…) With this thought in mind, Seizo naturally looked towards the back of the table, where he first saw the expressionless Hiroko, and then the bride Noriko's mother-in-law, the principal's wife. The young and beautiful mother, dressed in a formal gown, watched the wedding banquet unfold, constantly attending to those around her. Her face showed a hint of nervousness, but despite her youth, she possessed the poise expected of a principal's wife.

(Attending to the guests is important, madam, but watch your step, it's your turn now!) Seizo, slightly drunk, forced an even more unpleasant smile, his already shabby face gleaming with self-satisfaction.

(The first time was with Ms. Noriko, who is now your brother's wife; the second was with your cousin Hiroko; and now it's your turn. All the obstacles have been removed; you can't escape...) The principal's wife smiled and returned the congratulations to the guests, covering her mouth with her snow-white finger adorned with a diamond ring, smiling elegantly.

(Anyway, women really know how to pretend. Noriko acted like a virgin while having sex with me, and became a bride. Hiroko, on the other hand, seemed to have forgotten the sounds she made earlier, talking to her acne-ridden relative. And you, madam, the way you put on that show was really pretty, hehehehe...)

[The End]

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