Teacher, I'm not feeling well.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

"Aren't you feeling unwell? Shouldn't you go to the school clinic?"

She bit her lower lip. She wasn't really unwell; her clitoris was just a little uncomfortable from being stimulated for too long. She

could just turn off the vibrator or remove it.

"Teacher, you don't need to go to the school clinic… I just need to rest for a bit." Su Moqi, who was walking, suddenly stopped and looked down at her.

He knew why she wasn't feeling well, so…

"Why don't you rest in my lounge first?"

Hearing this, Han Qianya's face burned.

Xinde Girls' High School had specially provided lounges for teachers to ensure they could get proper rest.

Usually, two teachers shared a lounge.

But, with only one male teacher in the whole school…

that was his lounge all to himself!

But…

she looked up at the incomparably handsome man. His peach blossom eyes sparkled with intelligent and clear light, and his slightly furrowed brows revealed his concern for her.

He seemed open and honest, like a pure and upright gentleman.

"Yes, thank you, teacher,"

she whispered in response, her head resting on his chest, her long, soft hair slipping down his arm, tickling him slightly. A ticklish

feeling.

He held her like that, taking the teachers' elevator downstairs, then through a teaching building towards the teachers' lounge.

Han Qianya wondered if she was overthinking it, but she felt his hand, which was below her chest, seemed to be moving upwards, his fingertips almost touching her breast.

Was it because she was too heavy? And, he had been holding her for so long, using up too much strength?

Thinking this, Han Qianya suddenly felt a little ashamed.

They took the elevator to the top floor and stopped at room 1201.

"Does this floor only have one person living here, teacher?" she asked.

"Yes, the other two rooms are empty," Su Moqi put her down and took out his key to open the door.

As the door opened, a faint fragrance wafted out, quite different from his perfume, less aggressive, and more pleasant and comforting.

"Can you walk? Or should I carry you in?"

"No need, teacher," she hurriedly refused. She felt embarrassed having been carried for so long, and the vibrator's frequency had decreased, making her feel less uncomfortable. "I can walk by myself." Entering the room, she noticed the lounge was simply decorated.

It was spotless, clearly having been thoroughly cleaned.

The light pink round bed and beige wallpaper created a warm atmosphere, and a scented lamp on the bedside table glowed softly.

The lounge's style was somewhat feminine.

Noticing her looking around, he explained, "This lounge was originally intended for female teachers, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be me, a male teacher, who ended up staying here." Han Qianya nodded, indicating she understood.

"Aren't you feeling unwell? Why don't you lie down on the bed for a while? I'll go order takeout, otherwise we'll both go hungry at noon."

She hesitated for a moment before saying to Su Moqi, "Thank you, Teacher Su." Then, she walked slowly to the bedside, smoothed her skirt, and was about to sit down when she suddenly felt a small damp patch on her skirt below her buttocks.

Oh no, her skirt was really wet. She was too embarrassed to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher... um, it doesn't seem quite right for me to be occupying your bed like this...

well, as long as you give me back the remote control..."

"The remote control..." Su Moqi took out the pink remote control from his pocket and played with it with it for a moment, feigning curiosity. "What kind of toy's remote control is this? Ya Ya, tell me, let Teacher see for himself, hmm?" "Um..." Han Qianya looked at him with a complicated expression, her fingers intertwined. How could she possibly tell a male teacher that she used a vibrator for masturbation?

Seeing that she remained silent, Su Moqi suddenly pressed the button.

The vibrating egg in her underwear was beating at an astonishing frequency; her clitoris was already numb and aching from the stimulation, and this sudden action instantly propelled her to the peak of orgasm.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist, trembling all over.

"Ah! No! ~ Teacher, no~"

"No what? Hmm?"

"Teacher, turn it off... I can't take it anymore, I've ejaculated so many times today, I can't take it anymore." Her voice was choked with sobs, and she cried, looking incredibly pitiful.

Su Moqi curled his lips into a smile, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Ya Ya, why don't I understand what you're saying?"

He held her arm to prevent her from sliding down and falling to the ground.

"Teacher..." she stammered, "Turn off the remote... I... I feel so uncomfortable..." "What kind of remote is this that would make you like this?" She clutched his shirt tightly, her large breasts pressed against him, and under the stimulation of the vibrating egg, her lower body once again gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid, wet and dripping down her thighs like a stream.

"Vibrating egg... um, teacher, that's the remote for the vibrating egg... ah~ teacher, please, turn it off..."

"Vibrating egg..." he said slowly, with a hint of teasing, "If Ya Ya had told me earlier, I definitely wouldn't have confiscated your vibrating egg remote."

After saying that, he finally turned off the vibrating egg after two class periods.

Han Qianya gasped for breath like a fish that had escaped death.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down her cheeks and into her collar.

"Teacher..." she nestled shyly in his arms, "Can you keep the matter of the vibrator a secret?"

"Of course." He gently stroked the back of her head, as if soothing a small pet.

Han Qianya finally breathed a sigh of relief and said weakly, "Teacher, I'm so tired, I want to lie down for a while." "Okay." He carefully placed her on the bed, even half-squatting down to tenderly take off her shoes and socks.

But the moment he looked up and saw the glistening liquid flowing down her inner thigh, he felt a tightening in his lower abdomen, and lewd thoughts suddenly sprouted like grass after a spring rain.

He gently ran his index finger along the inner thigh, feeling a tingling sensation that made her involuntarily let out a moan.

She glanced at him nervously with her bright eyes, feeling very unsafe for a man and woman alone together in a room.

"What is this?" He feigned ignorance, extending his silver-stained finger towards her and asking, "Tell the teacher, hmm?"

Looking at his long, slender finger with its distinct knuckles, covered in her glistening silver liquid, Han Qianya blushed deeply.

"That's...that's silver...silver that accidentally spilled from me," she stammered.

"Hmm, silver that spilled from Ya Ya?" He deliberately guided her step by step, wanting to hear more suggestive and provocative words from her alluring red lips.

Han Qianya hadn't expected this seemingly refined male teacher to say such things to her. A surge of nervousness caused her vagina to tremble slightly.

"That's the silvery fluid flowing from Ya Ya's little vagina." It was the first time she'd said such lewd things in front of a man, and she felt far more shy than when she'd said it to Mr. S through a computer or phone.

"I see..." His voice became slightly hoarse. "Let me taste what Ya Ya's silvery fluid tastes like

." Hearing this, she stared wide-eyed in astonishment. He actually stuck out his nimble tongue and licked the finger dipped in her fluid.

His movements were slow and erotic, his peach blossom eyes half-closed, gazing deeply at her, his hazy, dreamy eyes more intoxicating than fine wine.

(Chapter 19:

Ya Ya's Silvery Fluid Quenches the Teacher's Thirst)

The girl's vaginal fluid was almost tasteless, even possessing a faint fragrance.

His tongue licked back and forth on her finger, finally appearing unsatisfied.

He smiled knowingly, saying ambiguously, "Ya Ya's silver water tastes really good, it makes Teacher want to taste it again."

Han Qianya was so shy that she barely dared to look at him, her small hands tightly clutching the hem of her skirt, creating wrinkles. "Teacher..."

her voice was soft and sweet, like a kitten whimpering, begging for its master's caresses.

She lay mostly flat on the bed, with only her two slender, fair legs dangling over the edge.

Her shirt was slightly disheveled, the bow at the collar had long since come undone, and one or two buttons were undone, revealing her beautiful "V" shaped collarbone. Her

two large, round breasts stood tall and firm, rising and falling with her breath. Her

abdomen was flat, the hem of her shirt turned up, revealing her fair and smooth belly, her small navel so cute that he wanted to kiss it.

Su Moqi slowly removed his exquisite gold-rimmed glasses. Without the lenses obscuring his vision, the aggressiveness in his eyes intensified, his gaze upon her like that of a trapped beast struggling for its life.

Han Qianya stared at him in astonishment, never expecting him to be such a different person without his glasses—his aura was powerful, like a domineering, arrogant king surveying the world.

A wicked smile played on his lips, his charming, amorous eyes half-closed, his beautiful under-eye bags slightly puffed out, his entire being exuding a languid yet noble air.

He pressed his tall frame between her legs, his large, slightly calloused hands gently caressing her fair, shapely thighs.

"Teacher is so thirsty, I long to drink Ya Ya's sweet silver water to quench my thirst..." he said tenderly, slowly parting her legs.

His hands seemed to carry a blazing flame, relentlessly burning away the last vestiges of her reason.

The skin he touched went from slightly cool to burning hot, the scorching temperature spreading throughout her body... all the way to her empty, aching lower abdomen.

"Teacher..." She bent her legs in a daze, her skirt riding up to her waist, revealing her private parts that she had never shown to anyone before.

"Teacher saw Ya Ya's black lace thong...tsk, Ya Ya is wearing such a short skirt and doesn't even wear safety shorts. If you do this again, Teacher will have to punish you." He gently slapped her thigh, making a clear "smack".

"Hmm...Teacher..." She frowned slightly, a slight pain in her thigh causing her to instinctively shrink her vulva.

This was the first time she had such intimate contact with a man, making her feel both scared and excited.

Su Moqi leaned closer to the girl's private parts, inhaling her unique fragrance, and couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

His enormous member in his trousers reacted to her, hardening and burning, pushing against his trousers.

The moment his soft, moist tongue touched her thigh, Han Qianya trembled as if electrocuted, a soft moan escaping her throat involuntarily.

He greedily licked and sucked the sweet juice flowing from the inside of her thigh, moving upwards, his target the girl's budding vulva.

"Mmm... Teacher, no..." she murmured softly, her eyes glazed as she gazed up at the off-white ceiling.

His warm breath caressed her skin, his soft, wet lips and

tongue sending shivers down her spine. "Ya Ya's panties are soaked, let Teacher take them off for you, okay?" Before she could respond, he gently bit the thin strap of her thong, pulling it down to reveal her plump, white mons pubis and the pink vibrator hidden inside.

A cool touch startled Han Qianya, who immediately squeezed her legs together. However, Su Moqi was standing between her legs, so her legs ended up wrapped around his waist and hips, making it seem more like she was responding to him.

"Teacher, don't look." She struggled to get up, trying to cover her private parts with her hands.

Her shy and bashful appearance was exactly the same as when she had been coyly chatting with him naked last night.

"Ya Ya's vulva is so pink and beautiful, why won't you let your teacher see?" Su Moqi chuckled, pulling her hands away, his eyes lingering on her wet vulva.

Although he had seen it once last night, seeing it through a computer screen was different from seeing it in real life.

Her vulva, like a white jade bun, was plump and white, without a single pubic hair. He gently stroked it, finding it soft and smooth.

"Mmm... Teacher, no..." The girl frowned, but the moans from her lips betrayed her inner desire.

His fingertips slowly slid down to the pink labia majora, which were slightly swollen and red from the vibrating egg's caresses. The plump labia majora, glistening with silvery fluid, looked like delicate flower petals glistening with morning dew.

"Teacher saw Ya Ya's little toy hidden down there..." he said flirtatiously, pinching the slippery little vibrating egg between her labia majora with two fingers.

As the vibrating egg was pulled out of her vulva, it pulled out several ambiguous, thin, silvery threads, making his eyes darken and his erection grow even thicker.

"Mmm..." Without the vibrating egg's rubbing, Han Qianya finally felt a little more comfortable.

However, the next second, Su Moqi actually used his hand to separate her labia majora, revealing the swollen clitoris and labia minora inside.

She gasped in fright, tears welling in her eyes, "Teacher... don't do this..." "Don't what?" He stared intently at her private parts, his fingers rubbing back and forth between the slippery labia majora, "Like this?"

"Or like this?" He gently touched the small pearl at the tip of her labia with his damp fingertips.

"Ouch!" Han Qianya exclaimed, her brows furrowing in pain.

Su Moqi's smile faded; the girl's clitoris was severely swollen and red, clearly indicating he couldn't continue teasing her.

"I'm sorry," he felt a pang of guilt, realizing how delicate she was and how easily

she could be stimulated. She bit her lip, unsure how to respond.

Suddenly, she felt something soft yet textured licking her labia. A tingling, numbing sensation coursed through her body, making her scalp tingle and her body tense instantly.

"Hmm... Teacher, what are you doing?" "She asked tremulously, slightly raising her head to look down at her lower body.

Between her two pale legs, the man's head was buried, moving rhythmically.

Su Moqi lifted her shapely legs, placing them on his neck, his tongue gently licking the soft flesh.

"Tell me, what is the teacher doing, hmm?" he mumbled, intently savoring the girl's sweet nectar.

His soft, wet tongue traced its way to the swollen clitoris, tenderly taking the poor little pearl into his mouth.

"Ah! ~" A surge of intense pleasure coursed through her body, washing away her remaining rationality and sense of shame. "Teacher... Teacher is licking Ya Ya's private parts..." His tongue gently teased her clitoris, and hearing her excited scream, he seduced her: "Tell Teacher, does Teacher's licking make Ya Ya feel good?" "

025... spraying the teacher's face with morning air

." Ah~ so good... so good... " she responded with difficulty, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused, her head tilted back, her long swan neck curving into a beautiful arc, her gaze blankly staring at the ceiling.

Knowing that her clitoris should not be stimulated any further, he stepped back a little, his handsome face away from her private parts, which gave her a chance to come back to her senses.

"Teacher..." she breathed slightly, feeling like a small boat drifting in a vast ocean, "We can't do this..."

She had only seen him twice, and they were teacher and student, how could they do such a deviant thing?

"But, I've wanted to do this for a long time." "He observed her vulva with the meticulous care of a rigorous scientific study.

The bright red vulva was coated with glistening, slippery silver fluid, its tight opening parted, releasing sweet nectar.

The more he looked, the drier his mouth became, like a traveler who had walked through a parched desert for days, yearning for the nourishment of a spring.

" Teacher, please help Ya Ya drink all the silver fluid from her vulva, okay? He licked his lips; her taste still lingered there, making him crave more.

"It's so dirty there..." She glanced at him shyly, noticing that his previous aloof and detached air had vanished.

His eyes were filled with lust, and he looked at her as if she were prey unable to escape his grasp.

His chin was glistening; she knew it was her silver fluid... Ya Ya wouldn't let the teacher lick her... Did she want him to penetrate her? Hmm? He chuckled wickedly, his laughter so sweet it made her bones go weak.

His laughter was so beautiful…it reminded her of Mr. S.

“No…” she cried out in fear.

Su Moqi, of course, knew he couldn’t rush things. He lowered his head and buried it in her paradise once more.

His tongue, like a nimble and powerful python, wantonly invaded the girl’s untouched flower path, licking and sucking, making her scream.

Her juices flowed freely, and she arched her lower body in unbearable discomfort, making it easier for him to lick her wetness. Hearing the shameful sounds of her wetness, she felt inexplicably comfortable, and an indescribable…sense of conquest.

“Does Ya Ya like it when Teacher licks your pussy like this?” "He asked her, his nose and lips smeared with her nectar, the

unswallowed liquid flowing down her buttocks to her anus, looking utterly filthy.

" "Ah~ I like it~ Ya Ya likes it..." she moaned ecstatically, her lower body feeling pleasurable from the licking, yet vaguely sensing something was missing.

Her hands slipped under her clothes, unbuttoning her bra, and began kneading her two heavy breasts.

Ya Ya couldn't wait to play with her breasts. He

laughed again. She glanced down at him seductively and urged, "Teacher, hurry up and lick me~ I want to climax in your mouth~"

Su Moqi couldn't help but chuckle. She clearly craved his intrusion, yet just moments ago she had coyly told him no?

His soft tongue mimicked the movements of intercourse, squeezing into her honeyed depths. His rough tongue skillfully thrust, scraped, and pressed against the soft flesh, giving her an unprecedented, ultimate experience.

"Mmm! Teacher, it's too, too fast…" Her waist involuntarily twisted slightly, and the force of her kneading breasts gradually increased.

Hearing this, he sucked hard, gulping down her saliva.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to come!" "She screamed as her climax arrived, her vagina convulsing.

A sudden, strong urge to urinate surged in her lower abdomen, startling her so much that she quickly sat up, trying to push him away.

But it was too late; the semen she had ejaculated during her orgasm landed on his face... 026. Let you taste the flavor of silver water too.

Experiencing orgasm for the first time, her mind went blank, her body limp and boneless as she lay back on the soft bed.

Her soul seemed to have left her body, floating in the vast emptiness of space.

" "So easy to orgasm?" He touched his face, which was covered in the slippery liquid, feeling like he had struck gold. The

beauty beneath him had large breasts, a pert bottom, a slender waist, long legs, small and pink nipples, and a sensitive and tight private area.

She was both a virgin and capable of orgasm. Moreover... she was a virgin who had never been touched by anyone, which greatly satisfied his possessiveness as a man.

Han Qianya blinked, gradually coming back to her senses.

Thinking that she had just ejaculated on his face, she frantically struggled to sit up, pulling out from the bedside table Several tissues were smeared on his cheeks.

She stammered, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry..."

She haphazardly wiped the wet stains from his face, her expression filled with remorse and regret.

Su Moqi grasped her slender, fair wrist, his peach blossom eyes slowly opening, like a sudden ray of light in endless darkness, breathtakingly beautiful.

He stared at her intently, his desire burning ever brighter. "I don't accept verbal apologies, but I accept your apology with your mouth." "

What do you mean?" she asked, not understanding.

He moved closer, intimately touching her earlobe, and said, "Since I licked it for you, shouldn't you... lick it for me too?" "It's only fair to reciprocate..."

Han Qianya's face instantly flushed crimson. The man's breath filled her nostrils, her heart and lungs swelled with his fragrance. His scent was so wonderful that her recently climaxed vagina now felt empty again.

Seeing her flushed face, Su Moqi felt a sudden flutter in his heart. He lifted her chin, "Before that, did you ever taste what your semen tastes like?"

With that, he lowered his head and suddenly captured her lips, his thin lips pressing against her soft, red lips. Noticing her stunned expression, he parted his lips and gently bit her lip.

"Concentrate, your teacher is teaching you how to kiss." He reached out and covered her round, fox-like eyes, his tongue gently slipping into her mouth.

She flinched in fear, her brow furrowing slightly. The man's soft tongue, carrying an indescribable flavor, conquered her mouth with both gentleness and dominance.

He lightly licked her gums, then teased her delicate tongue, playing with it and sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth.

"Mmm~" His tongue made piston-like movements in her mouth, in and out, licking, biting, sucking, and pressing, leaving her defenseless, her whole body limp in his arms.

Saliva that she hadn't had time to swallow dripped from the corner of her mouth. She felt her tongue being pulled painfully by him, and sucked until it was numb, but, terrifyingly... she surprisingly liked the feeling of kissing him.

The man's warm hands stroked her back through her clothes, then moved to her chest, kneading her breasts.

"Hmm..." She frowned, her desire palpable, and voluntarily unbuttoned her shirt, letting his hands roam freely over her body.

Her underwear was half-pulled down to her waist, making it much easier for him to place his hands directly on her full, firm breasts.

Her bright red nipples were already hard. He gripped her two snowy breasts tightly, pressing his thumbs against her nipples. Hearing her soft moan, he

gently kneaded her breasts, then lowered his head to take her nipples into his mouth.

He sucked vigorously, as if trying to draw milk from her red nipples.

"Ah...it hurts, teacher, be gentle!" she gasped coquettishly.

He kneaded her breasts into various shapes, like a child playing with toys. Her breasts were white and smooth, with tiny blue veins faintly visible inside. Her nipples,

no bigger than a five-cent coin, were gently nibbled and licked by him, glistening with moisture.

Su Moqi's penis was already throbbing, creating a high tent in his trousers.

He pulled her small hand to his belt buckle and seductively said in a deep, husky voice, "Help me." Han Qianya glanced at his crotch and gasped in shock. His member was enormous!

She wondered who was bigger, him or Mr. S.

Speaking of Mr. S… a strange sense of guilt welled up inside her, like a wife cheating on her husband.

Although she and Mr. S had no real-life connection, only a superficial familiarity on the phone, she

had to admit she was somewhat attracted to him.

That's why she hadn't directly refused when he suggested phone sex and video chat.

Since she had feelings for Mr. S, how could she do this with another man?

The crucial point was, they were teacher and student who had only recently met.

"I'm sorry, teacher…" she cried out in a panic, pushing away the lustful man in front of her, "Teacher, we can't do this." The

two instantly separated by twenty or thirty centimeters. She frantically pulled at the blanket, curling into a ball, trying to cover her nearly naked body.

Su Moqi frowned unhappily at her resistance, his eyes flashing with a cold, dangerous light, as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

Why can't it be like this? "With that, in a fit of anger, he forcefully pushed her onto the bed.

The blanket slipped off instantly, offering no respite from her beautiful figure.

Ignoring her fierce resistance, he raised her hands above her head, pinning them down with his large hand.

His strength was considerable, leaving red marks around her wrists.

Relying on his tall and imposing physique, he pressed his weight heavily onto her delicate body, squeezing between her legs, his own legs pinning down her kicking legs. Her

skirt, which she hadn't yet removed, was lifted up, completely exposing her lower body.

Han Qianya hadn't expected him to resort to force, and she struggled even more fiercely.

She writhed desperately beneath him, her unrestrained breasts swaying from side to side, creating waves of white flesh.

His thick, long iron was pressed against the hollow between her legs, rubbing against her vulva with each resistance."

"Ugh..." Compared to her delicate vulva, the fabric of his trousers was far too rough. A few casual rubs were enough to arouse her, causing her to become wet.

Su Moqi reached out and haphazardly touched her, the sticky liquid staining his hand. Looking at the clear liquid clinging to his fingers, a wicked glint appeared on his face.

"You're already this wet, why can't I, hmm? Give me a reason, a reason I can't have you." He asked her in a cold, hard tone, shoving his fingers into her cherry-like mouth.

"Mmm!" She frowned uncomfortably, her mouth filled with the faint, sweet taste of the liquid mixed with a salty sourness.

She spoke indistinctly, her attitude resolute, "Teacher, no means no!" He pinched her tongue between two fingers, teasing and pulling it, "I'll give you one more chance. As long as you say you want me, I'll let you go." "

As long as she's willing to talk, even if it's just to appease him... that's fine.

That way, even if she doesn't want to have a real relationship with him now, he'll wait until the day she does.

God knows how much he likes her; from

the first moment he saw her, he fell in love at first sight.

He'd been so busy lately, too busy to even get close to her. But he couldn't help but recall her beautiful, serene appearance in his mind; even in his dreams, she was there.

When she accidentally called him, she didn't know how happy he was.

They were destined for each other, he thought.

From then on, whenever she called, whether he was in a meeting or signing a contract, he would answer immediately.

He didn't want her to wait long, and he was even more afraid she would misunderstand and think he didn't want to answer her call." He rarely called her, afraid of disturbing her life. For example

, the last two times he called, he interrupted her climax.

He still remembered the amazement and admiration in her eyes when she saw him on the bus yesterday.

But he wanted to see love and attachment in her eyes even more…

He wanted to get close to her, to have her, to frantically express his love.

But he was afraid of scaring her…

In fact, he had already scared her; the fear and resistance in her eyes hurt him.

His fingers inadvertently probed too deep into her mouth, and Han Qianya felt so uncomfortable that two clear tears welled up in her eyes, and she almost vomited.

Suddenly, his mind cleared, and he quickly withdrew his fingers.

Then he heard her say: "I already have someone I like." "

It was like being doused with a bucket of cold water, extinguishing all his desire and anger.

Su Moqi's brain went blank for a moment, clearly not expecting her to say that.

His limbs felt as if all the strength had been drained. Han Qianya took the opportunity to quickly push him off her, then got off the bed and quickly dressed.

But for some reason, she couldn't find the black lace thong she had been wearing earlier.

" "Who is the person you like?" he asked, his tone flat and flat, as cold as a lake gradually freezing in winter.

She glanced back at him. The man had put his gold-rimmed glasses back on at some point, reverting to his indifferent, detached demeanor.

He leaned against the headboard, his hair slightly disheveled, his clothes disheveled. It was a very alluring scene, yet he gave off an unapproachable aloofness.

Like a lone flower blooming on a snow-capped mountain cliff.

"I have the right not to tell the teacher." She finished speaking hastily, then moved to leave.

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