Friday is a day of passion

On Friday, Meng Jiaxun noticed that Liao Panxi had become nervous. During class, she never looked in his direction. Even worse, she spent all her time in the office instead of the small reception room she was supposed to use. Meng Jiaxun sneaked over several times but couldn't find her. He was itching with desire, unable to get his hands on her, and burning with lust. Finally, school ended, and it was time for Meng Jiaxun to get down to business, but he calmed down instead. He made up an excuse to let Hu Youzhi go home first, while he leisurely did his homework in the classroom. Until the sunlight turned... A cool breeze blew in from the window, and he headed towards the small room in the far corner of the building. There weren't many students left at school; the entire school was quiet, and the corridor was deserted. Meng Jiaxun deliberately slowed his pace, approaching Liao Panxi's room. Sure enough, he saw the door open, but he didn't rush in, not even glancing inside. He sat on the floor, his back against the wall by the door. It was very quiet, the wind making a loud noise. Meng Jiaxun listened carefully and could hear the sound of pages turning in the reception room, and the occasional scribbling of a pen. The tapping sound of writing echoed in Meng Jiaxun's eyes. The sky, no longer a clear blue, was now mostly cloudless, the few clouds obscured by distant skyscrapers. After a long while, not wanting to waste any more time, he couldn't resist secretly turning his head to peek inside. The scene was very similar to the day he was punished. Sunlight streamed into most of the room, and a slender figure sat upright, her large eyes behind glasses intently checking the homework on the desk. Meng Jiaxun quickly noticed a small, cute ear, long, flowing hair tucked behind it. Liao Panxi seemed oblivious. A pair of mischievous eyes scrutinized her, their expression focused and serious. She was dressed very neatly and beautifully today, wearing a light blue and white striped thin shirt and a pure white high-waisted A-line mini skirt. Her slender waist accentuated her full, high breasts, which were both firm and alluring. The A-line skirt revealed her long, shapely legs, and she wore a pair of beautiful rhinestone-studded high heels. Meng Jiaxun stared blankly, only now realizing how elegant and pure his homeroom teacher's attire was today. In this moment, he felt a pang of inferiority and guilt!

The seated female teacher before him became a beautiful sight in the small room. Meng Jiaxun felt as if he had seen a graceful lotus flower in a small pond, or a little egret trimming its feathers in a field overgrown with weeds. In this moment, he dared not speak, nor even move, nor breathe too heavily, for fear of accidentally ruining the beauty before him. Meng Jiaxun gazed at Liao Panxi's pretty face. Even from a less-than-ideal angle, he could still see her clear, bright eyes, her long, dark eyelashes, and her perfectly manicured eyebrows—which he loved most. Suddenly, the phone rang, unfortunately shattering this peaceful and precious scene. Meng Jiaxun quickly moved away, not wanting Liao Panxi to notice him… Liao Panxi saw the caller ID, frowned slightly, sighed inwardly, answered the phone, and whispered… "Hello, Mom!"

came the harsh voice of a middle-aged woman on the other end of the phone: "Girl! I don't want to live anymore! Your father hasn't come home for days, and he lied to me, saying he was on a business trip! I went to his workplace today, and there he was! I knew he..."

Liao Panxi wasn't surprised at all. She listened silently as her mother ranted about the family's mess, her face still cold and indifferent. After a long while, her mother, probably finished, sobbed, "Daughter! Are you listening? We're about to be abandoned! That bastard is going to find another woman! I might as well die!" She continued to cry intermittently. Liao Panxi was annoyed and pinched her temples, comforting her, "Mom! Don't worry too much! If he wants a divorce, just divorce him! Isn't it the same to live a good life on your own?" "You can find another suitable partner, I'll support you! You..."

Before she could finish speaking, her mother's roar came from the other end: "How could you say that, you brat? What will our relatives and friends think of me if we get divorced? Wouldn't that be letting that bitch get away with it? I'd rather die than divorce him, how can you side with an outsider? Or did your father give you some benefits! You're not helping your mother anymore?"

Liao Panxi heard her mother's agitated emotions and her tendency to blame her, so she stood up, walked to the door, gently knocked, and muttered to herself, "Come in!"

Then, with an apologetic tone, she said to her mother, "Mom! I'm sorry, let's talk again later, I have a student coming to see me~ Goodbye!" After saying that, she hung up the phone, ignoring the thunderous roar from the other end. With her back to the door, she gently rubbed her lower back with her fists. She was already tired enough, but it still wouldn't stop. She felt... Feeling utterly exhausted, with a sore back and aching muscles, Liao Panxi suddenly heard the door close. Startled, before she could even turn around, she felt two hands encircle her waist, and a strong, powerful body pressed against her back. "Who—let me go!" Liao Panxi struggled violently, her expression panicked. "Teacher! I've come to see you!" Meng Jiaxun breathed softly in her ear. Liao Panxi already knew what was going on, but hearing this still made her heart skip a beat, her delicate body stiffening slightly. Meng Jiaxun turned her around, looking into her bright, clear eyes, and sincerely smiled, "Teacher! You look so beautiful today—like a fairy!"

Liao Panxi remained unmoved, her pretty face pale, her eyes lacking their usual coldness, revealing a hint of pain and fear. Seeing this, Meng Jiaxun's heart softened, but he still shamelessly smiled, "Teacher! I've come to fulfill our promise—you're not going to go back on your word, are you?"

Liao Panxi didn't answer. She was a very trustworthy person; once she made a promise, she never went back on it. But this kind of thing was still too embarrassing. Meng Jiaxun began to kiss her lips. Looking at this female teacher who had suddenly become so weak and pitiful, an unprecedented tenderness rose in his heart. He didn't force her mouth open with his tongue; just touching her alluring red lips was enough for him. Liao Panxi subconsciously wanted to resist, but Meng Jiaxun stroked her cheek and chuckled, "Hurry up, teacher! Let's begin! It's getting late!" Liao Panxi's body trembled involuntarily upon hearing this. She hadn't actually forgotten their promise; she had indeed been deliberately avoiding Meng Jiaxun today. Even after school had ended for quite some time, she had been relieved, thinking that Meng Jiaxun might have forgotten or had something important to attend to. But when Meng Jiaxun embraced her and kissed her, Liao... Panxi's fantasy was completely shattered. Seeing that Liao Panxi remained silent, Meng Jiaxun pretended to frown and said with dissatisfaction, "Teacher, didn't we agree that you would cooperate? Hurry up! Take off your clothes now!" As he spoke, he had already taken off all his clothes, revealing his semi-erect penis. Liao Panxi was extremely aggrieved. Her busy and tiring work, her family on the verge of collapse, and now she was being coerced and seduced by her own student. Her eyes inevitably reddened, but she still mechanically unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a patterned white bra and her large breasts tightly wrapped. When Meng Jiaxun saw her begin to undress herself, he became excited and his penis became erect, pointing to the ceiling. He stared intently at Liao Panxi as she undressed, feeling his blood boil. After Liao Panxi silently took off her top, she untied the ribbon at her navel and... The white A-line skirt and shirt were neatly folded and piled on the table. After expressionlessly removing the skirt and shirt, Liao Panxi couldn't help but tremble slightly when it came to taking off her bra and panties. Biting her lower lip, she bent down and pulled down her white panties, revealing her glossy black pubic hair and her vulva, like two rose petals. Then, in one go, she unhooked her bra, exposing her two alluring nipples. Meng Jiaxun stared with satisfaction for a long time. Liao Panxi no longer resisted, her expression calming as she recovered. The two were completely naked before each other, neither showing fear or hesitation. Meng Jiaxun noticed the windows were still open, so he closed them all, leaving only a small crack for light to pass through. The room, bathed in the twilight sun, had a slightly sensual atmosphere. Liao Panxi stood there, stunned, her flawless body like God's most beautiful sculpture, something one dared not casually defile. *Sigh* But Meng Jiaxun still held her tightly, hugging her back and pressing her large breasts against his chest. He felt her nipples rubbing against his skin, which excited him. Holding Liao Panxi from the front, Meng Jiaxun began to kiss her neck, inhaling her hair and body fragrance. His penis instantly became erect and pressed against Liao Panxi's lower abdomen. A ticklish sensation came from her neck, and something hard and hot was pressing against her stomach. Liao Panxi's body was very sensitive, and she trembled slightly. She silently closed her eyes, but she could still feel the passionate boy holding her tightly. There was no way to escape. "Teacher, relax, I will be very gentle!" Meng Jiaxun whispered in Liao Panxi's ear, and began to lick her ear, teasing her nerves. "Mmm~" Liao Panxi's body trembled slightly, a tingling sensation. A sensation like an electric current coursed through her body, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Meng Jiaxun kissed his way from her ear to her collarbone, that sexy, concave area, carefully tracing circles with his tongue, releasing his overflowing male hormones. Slowly, Meng Jiaxun felt the position was a bit awkward, so he released her and tidied up Liao Panxi's desk, placing her clothes, books, homework, and other materials on a chair. The rectangular desk was now empty. Liao Panxi had already opened her eyes and was watching him. Seeing him walk towards her after tidying up, she started to get nervous again. Meng Jiaxun leaned down and kissed Liao Panxi's lips, then bent down, picked her up horizontally, and placed her on the desk. She lay flat on her back, one leg bent, seemingly trying to block Meng Jiaxun's view, and she pressed her arm against her forehead, not daring to look him in the eye. Meng Jiaxun... He couldn't stop admiring the beautiful body before him. No matter how many times he looked, he never tired of it; instead, he discovered more and more amazing things with each glance. Now, Meng Jiaxun saw her flat, smooth abdomen rising and falling gently with her breath. He lowered his head and began kissing Liao Panxi's lower abdomen, gradually moving towards her navel. When Meng Jiaxun's tongue entered her small navel, Liao Panxi's abdomen suddenly trembled violently. Before he could properly kiss her, Liao Panxi blushed, covered her abdomen with her hand, and whispered, "Don't do anything else unimportant, let's begin!"

Hearing that her tone was much better than before, Meng Jiaxun chuckled, "This is not unimportant at all—it's very important! You're too tense right now, let me help you relax..." He then gently grasped her soft hand and continued licking her navel with his tongue. "Ah—no..." "It's so itchy! Don't lick anymore!" Liao Panxi's slender waist twisted and turned, resisting Meng Jiaxun, her face flushed red from suppressing laughter. Meng Jiaxun couldn't force her any longer, so he moved up to her large breasts and took the erect, deep pink nipples into his mouth. Meng Jiaxun licked very lightly and skillfully. He didn't actually know how to lick to make Liao Panxi feel anything; he just licked her breasts like he was eating ice cream, making Liao Panxi's chest wet and sticky... Liao Panxi gradually began to feel something, a kind of itchy, tingling pleasure. Every time Meng Jiaxun used his tongue to circle her nipples and areolas, Liao Panxi trembled with pleasure, her lower abdomen heaving. It was a pity she didn't tell Meng Jiaxun, and Meng Jiaxun didn't know either, which gave her time to catch her breath. After enjoying Liao Panxi's large breasts, Meng Jiaxun kissed down her chest to her thick, neat pubic hair. He pulled her lower body closer to him, but Liao Panxi gently shook her head, her eyes filled with resistance, her face flushed, and she covered her private area with both hands, pleading, "No~ don't lick there!"

Meng Jiaxun paused, looking at Liao Panxi's pitiful appearance, not wanting to provoke her, wanting to respect her wishes, so he nodded and smiled, "What's wrong! Teacher, are you uncomfortable being licked by me?"

Liao Panxi looked up at his smiling eyes, nodding insincerely, then turned her head away, not daring to look at him. Liao Panxi enjoyed Meng Jiaxun giving her oral sex, but the shame and humiliation made her unable to let go. The mental resistance and sensual stimulation always left her with a feeling of emptiness and self-reproach after orgasm. Meng Jiaxun put on a condom, slowly found the tightly closed opening, gently pressed it, and said worriedly, "Teacher, you're so dry down there! This might hurt a little..."

Liao Panxi didn't want to discuss this kind of issue with him and ignored him. Seeing this, Meng Jiaxun also stopped talking, directly placing her legs on his shoulders and slowly thrusting his penis into her tight, soft vagina with great difficulty. Although Meng Jiaxun's movements were small and the penetration was shallow, Liao Panxi still couldn't help but frown, her expression showing some pain. "Ugh..." she finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Meng Jiaxun stopped, not going any deeper, and just thrusting back and forth at the shallow opening of her vagina. His movements were gentle, his expression focused, and he didn't have time to feel this long-lost pleasure. "Mmm...ah...ah..." With each movement, Liao Panxi let out soft moans. Although they were very faint, Meng Jiaxun was still excited and happy to hear them. Actually, the most sensitive part of a woman's vagina is not the deepest clitoris, but rather the shallowest part closest to the entrance, where the sensitive nerves are more abundant and denser. Meng Jiaxun rubbed hard like this, and he could feel the head of his penis pressing against the top of her vagina. Each time he passed that spot, Liao Panxi's moans and gasps would become louder, and her lower abdomen would sink deeper into her breathing. Meng Jiaxun noticed this and kept searching for that most sensitive spot. He thrust harder and faster, relentlessly rubbing that most sensitive spot. Liao Panxi's moans grew louder, a jolt of surprise washing over her. She couldn't understand how Meng Jiaxun knew her G-spot. Waves of strange pleasure washed over her, her beautiful eyes widening in resistance, yet she couldn't control her body growing hot and strange. Meng Jiaxun could clearly feel her vagina becoming wet and lubricated, and Liao Panxi's expression became even more alluring. Through his thick glasses, Meng Jiaxun could see her eyes gradually becoming watery and hazy. As her vagina... As the vagina grew wetter, Meng Jiaxun thrust deeper and harder, gradually reaching a climax. Holding Liao Panxi's long legs tightly, listening to her increasingly passionate moans, and seeing her flushed, alluring face, Meng Jiaxun grew excited. His penis grew larger and more erect inside her vagina. "Mmm...mmm...slower...don't go so fast..." Liao Panxi's voice trembled slightly; her body had already surrendered, but her reason remained. Meng Jiaxun, of course, ignored her at this point; otherwise, he'd be either a fool or an idiot. The rhythm of his thrusts quickened, invading that intoxicating garden. After a while, Liao Panxi... Liao Panxi's honeypot was now completely muddy, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and her body occasionally began to twitch slightly. Her originally fair skin was now covered with a faint crimson, like a peony in full bloom. She lay there weak and powerless, shy and languid. "Mmm... Ahh..." Liao Panxi tried her best to resist this pleasure that she both loved and hated, but unfortunately, her waist arched upwards uncontrollably, pressing their joined bodies even tighter, as if they had become one. Meng Jiaxun supported Liao Panxi's arched waist, and Liao Panxi's calves actually wrapped around Meng Jiaxun's neck. Maintaining this position that brought them both pleasure—his hands touching her soft waist—Meng Jiaxun looked down at their tightly intertwined bodies, where a white, clear liquid was secreting. As their lovemaking intensified, it gradually turned into a sticky, foamy liquid, smearing their pubic hair, appearing so lewd and wanton. "Ah~ Ahhh~ No~ No~ Ah~ Ahhh~ Mmm ahhh" Liao Panxi's pretty face gradually contorted, her forehead covered in sweat, her moans becoming louder, shaking her head nervously in refusal. This time, Meng Jiaxun clearly felt it; originally... That soft, tender waist instantly stiffened and tightened, and a gush of hot spring water gushed from Liao Panxi's flower core, her vagina becoming even more overflowing in the blink of an eye. After a while, Meng Jiaxun's hands almost slipped from Liao Panxi's grasp as her slender waist trembled up and down. It took a long time for things to calm down, and he saw the beauty before him lying languidly and weakly on the table, her slender waist drooping wearily again, her full, high breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Meng Jiaxun knew she had climaxed, and he was extremely pleased with himself, but this time he didn't laugh at her. Looking into her beautiful eyes, which were already brimming with spring dew... He couldn't help but lean down, remove her glasses, and kiss her lips as her feet slid down his shoulders. Liao Panxi's nearsightedness wasn't severe, but she found that wearing a pair of old-fashioned pink-rimmed glasses made her appear more authoritative as a teacher, and also helped to conceal her already breathtakingly beautiful angelic face, forcing herself to exude a devilish aura. At this moment, Liao Panxi was being simultaneously violated by her student's lips, and all that remained in her heart was the emptiness after the climax—this was a woman's sage mode. Meng Jiaxun encountered no resistance, while... Staring directly into Liao Panxi's watery eyes, he stirred the liquid in her mouth with abandon. Although he received no response, he continued, enjoying the finest nectar. After quenching his thirst, Meng Jiaxun glanced around, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He grinned lewdly, pulled up the seemingly frail Liao Panxi, stood behind her, and slipped his hands under her armpits, wrapping them around her knees and lifting her up forcefully. Liao Panxi was caught off guard, letting out a gasp, but Meng Jiaxun had already lifted her up, causing her to panic. This position was usually reserved for parents... The way a mother helps a child urinate, so shameful to be held like this by Meng Jiaxun, made Liao Panxi blush. Ignoring her exhaustion, she twisted her body violently, trying to shake him off. Liao Panxi was very light, that was Meng Jiaxun's first thought. Despite her seemingly good figure, holding her felt like holding a small child. Or perhaps it was because Meng Jiaxun was strong and currently excited. Ignoring Liao Panxi's struggles, he held her and squatted her on the table. Liao Panxi thought he was letting her go, but the next second, when that huge, hard penis strangely entered her vagina again, she… Instinctively wanting to lean forward to avoid it, Meng Jiaxun, of course, wouldn't let the beauty in front of him slip away. He tightly wrapped his arms around her knees and then began to thrust forcefully. "Ah~ no~ this strange position~ what are you doing~ ah~" Liao Panxi's small hands grabbed Meng Jiaxun's arm, trying to break free, but it was as if she was bound by an iron chain, unable to move. This position was indeed very lewd. Liao Panxi squatted on the table, while Meng Jiaxun stood. That tempting honey hole was wide open in this position, and even her anus was contracting and relaxing. This position allowed for deep penetration, and Liao Panxi unlocked her... He explored new areas, sometimes even reaching the deepest part of her flower core. The intense stimulation left her mind blank, her mouth slightly open, panting softly. Slowly, Liao Panxi lost the strength to struggle. Meng Jiaxun still held the woman tightly in front of him, burying his head in her hair, standing on tiptoe, and striving to penetrate the deepest part of her vagina. "Ah~ Ah~ No~ No~ It hurts too much there~ Don't push so hard~ Slow down~" Liao Panxi misinterpreted the pleasure as pain, hoping that Meng Jiaxun would let her off a little. Meng Jiaxun was also aroused, his chest itching with excitement. He ignored her and continued thrusting... He thrust in to the deepest point, forgetting that the woman in front of him was his own teacher; he only wanted to vent the deep desire within him. Liao Panxi's cries grew louder and louder. Bound so tightly, she almost forgot all her illusions, now only feeling the passion of being needed and embraced, the electric-like surge of pleasure, and the frustrating urge to be released. At this moment, both men and women reached an unprecedented level of excitement, wanting to embrace and be embraced, drawn together like two magnets. Soon, Liao Panxi's hands gripped Meng Jiaxun's hands tightly. Her arm arched back, her head tilted back, and her forehead touched Meng Jiaxun's. Her body trembled violently, like a taut string. Meng Jiaxun, too, reached his climax, captivated by her intense reaction, and released a torrent of pleasure inside Liao Panxi. Even after both had reached their climax, Meng Jiaxun held Liao Panxi tightly, clinging to her back, greedily inhaling her body fragrance, her hair scent, and other rich aromas, only then noticing that she was drenched in sweat. Liao Panxi, too, savored the lingering warmth after the passion, feeling the throbbing penis still inside her. So hard, it filled her vagina completely. Whether Liao Panxi admitted it or not, at this moment, her heart was filled with peace and tranquility, and there was even a faint sense of dependence. At this moment, she had forgotten her troubles, no longer agonizing over right and wrong, no longer regretting, no longer blaming herself. For the first time, she honestly faced her own heart. The two of them didn't know how long they had been embracing. The last rays of the setting sun shining through the window had become weak, the room began to darken, and the air was stuffy because the windows were closed. Both of them felt relaxed because their hearts were starting to draw closer. Finally, Liao Panxi moved her body slightly, waking Meng Jia. Xun, he reluctantly withdrew from her body, pulling out his still-erect penis. Liao Panxi felt a pang of loss the moment he left, then a startle ran through her, and she stumbled off the table, nearly falling, but Meng Jiaxun caught her quickly. Liao Panxi had been squatting for too long; her legs were numb and weak, and she couldn't move for a moment. Meng Jiaxun noticed her discomfort and gently took her arm, letting her rest for a while. The room was quiet; neither of them spoke. Liao Panxi's feelings were complicated as she secretly gazed at Meng Jiaxun's still somewhat youthful face in the dim light.Meng Jiaxun kept his head down in silence. The sense of satisfaction and physical pleasure had almost faded, but he still felt a little lost. He couldn't quite put his finger on it; perhaps it was the melancholy that always comes with dusk. He couldn't quite understand where this feeling came from.

Soon, Liao Panxi gently shook off his hand, and the two of them dressed simultaneously, the only sound in the room being the rustling of clothes. Meng Jiaxun dressed quickly; by the time he was finished, Liao Panxi was just putting on her underwear. Even in the dim sunlight, Meng Jiaxun could still admire the beautiful woman getting dressed. Meng Jiaxun's gaze was intense, as if burning Liao Panxi's body. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Liao Panxi seemed to give him a coquettish glance before turning away. Meng Jiaxun couldn't believe it was just his imagination, because that shy, slightly reproachful look lingered in his mind, making his heart itch. When Liao Panxi finished dressing, Meng Jiaxun couldn't see her expression, but he saw the graceful beauty standing elegantly once again. He couldn't resist moving closer... Under the faint glow of the setting sun, he kissed her lips—then left without a word… The entire school was enveloped in darkness. Liao Panxi quickly came out after Meng Jiaxun left, and only when the cool night breeze touched her did she realize she had just sweated a lot. Liao Panxi felt the wind was a bit cold; after all, it wasn't really summer yet, and there was still a temperature difference between day and night. The breeze brushed against her hair, and Liao Panxi felt waves of loneliness and emptiness welling up from the bottom of her heart. Most of her classmates and friends of the same age were already married, some had partners, and others had changed partners several times. And her? She was still alone, with only one painful relationship experience. Why was it like this? Liao Panxi sometimes longed for an ideal partner, but found herself seemingly no longer needing one. At this age, she was no longer easily swayed by small favors from men, able to rationally discern sweet talk. Moreover, she had her own job; things she couldn't afford before were no longer a problem. On a deeper level, she had a career she loved, her own ambitions and ideals, and her daily life was fulfilling. She once thought she could live out the rest of her life alone. But now, she had to confront a problem: primal physical desires and a deep-seated yearning for solace were both present. This overturned her previously firmly held life beliefs. She realized that economic and personal independence hadn't brought her true happiness, or at least not enough. She realized that at certain moments, she also craved love—the desire to be held tightly by someone she loved grew stronger. However, the thought that the person who brought her this feeling was a student who had coerced her... Thinking of this, she felt bitter and dejected in the cold night wind... More than a month passed, and every Friday after school, whether early or late, Meng Jiaxun would arrive as scheduled. They would have a passionate encounter in Liao Panxi's reception room. Although Liao Panxi hadn't become more proactive, she was no longer as resistant. She seemed to have succumbed to her body, comforting herself as Meng Jiaxun had said—after all, they had used condoms, and both of them were healthy, and besides, there was a time limit—once the semester was over, everything would be over. Liao Panxi comforted herself like this, and she would tell herself and numb herself with the same words every time she was with Meng Jiaxun. This change surprised Meng Jiaxun. He was extremely gentle in his actions, taking care of Liao Panxi's feelings. He never forced her to use positions that Liao Panxi disliked or resisted. But that was all. He always exhausted Liao Panxi, and he enjoyed Liao Panxi's quiet and satisfied expression. Every Friday was a day of mutual tacit passion.

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