New male teacher

There's a saying these days: "People are forced into things!" Of course, this doesn't include those who have C-sections.

When the bell rang for the third period, I could only steel myself and walk into the classroom with mixed feelings. With Xiaoqin's crisp "Stand up!" in the noisy classroom, I walked to the podium.

"Good morning, teacher!"

"Good morning, students!"

"Sit down!"

The classroom gradually quieted down. Facing over fifty pairs of eyes filled with a hint of awe towards the teacher, I found Xiaoqin's seat. Her eyes were still as innocent as ever, waiting for me to begin the lesson. Only then did I realize that I had been overthinking things. Xiaoqin was just an eight-year-old girl; how could she have such sordid thoughts as an adult? At most, she might have occasional curiosity about sex, but perhaps she didn't even know what she was curious about. Perhaps it was just her own shame that made her think so much, always hesitant and overthinking after doing something wrong or immoral.

Xiaoqin was just one of the fifty-odd students I taught. All I had to do was try my best to teach each student well and fulfill the responsibilities of a teacher. Nothing more needed to be done or thought about. Only

after realizing this did I realize I had been somewhat out of control, even momentarily lost in thought. I gave a self-deprecating twitch of my lips, coughed, and continued my quest for addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

The following days were relatively uneventful. Of course, Xiaoqin came to me a few times with questions, but I always had her sit in a chair while I stood beside her to explain. She, as always, had the respect a student has for a teacher, and after understanding the questions, she obediently went home. It seemed I had indeed been overthinking things.

My life still had its moments of loneliness, so the symphony of Mr. Fang and his wife, Ms. Xu, next door became my regular entertainment. I would always explore my body to the sound of Ms. Xu's moans, and then, at the peak of pleasure, ejaculate onto the wall, as if trying to penetrate the wall and reach Ms. Xu's body.

Sometimes, I'd have these wicked thoughts: when they're having sex, I wonder if their five-year-old son gets woken up by the noise or vibrations, and if the family living next door is listening to a live broadcast like I am. Thinking about it that way, there are at least three viewers or listeners during their lovemaking—it's funny to think about.

One thing that's changed is that I've become quite familiar with Teacher Fang and Teacher Xu's family. Teacher Xu is only about 27 years old, and Teacher Fang is 10 years older than her; back then, such an older man and younger woman relationship was relatively rare. Their son is quite mischievous, but he likes to come to my dorm to play. He's also relatively obedient to me, since I'm quite young and have a lot of fun things to do that are appealing to children.

After a while, Teacher Xu would often come to my dorm to take her son home for dinner. Although she could hear him calling from home, the boy doesn't really listen to his parents; he won't go unless they come to drag him. Oh, by the way, that boy's name is Fang Jun.

Occasionally, when Teacher Xu had some free time, she would come over to chat while her son played at my place. Of course, her husband wasn't there, because he worked at the local tutoring center, which was located in the town center, about three or four miles from our elementary school.

Some of you might not know what a tutoring center is. Let me put it this way: back then, the county and city education management agencies weren't called "Education Commissions," they were called "Education Bureaus." The tutoring center was the township's education management agency. Although it was a management agency, its pay and status weren't much better than that of school teachers. Most of the staff there were elderly teachers nearing retirement, so their

jobs were relatively easy. If they were provided with housing, it probably wouldn't even be as nice as the central elementary school, which is why Teacher Fang's family lived there. During this time, Xiaoqin would sometimes come to ask me questions, and Teacher Xu would always say with a slightly jealous tone how I could have such good students, while her class was full of either mischievous or slow learners. Gradually, she became familiar with Xiaoqin and grew to like her more and more. After all, what teacher doesn't love a studious student? Xiaoqin was especially clever and had a knack for flattery. Eventually, whenever Ms. Xu saw Xiaoqin in my room, she would go back to get her son's snacks for her.

Sometimes, when Ms. Xu came to chat, she might find my room too messy and would tidy it up for me. At first, I felt embarrassed and would hurriedly try to stop her, but I couldn't argue with her, so I let her do as she pleased. There really wasn't much in the room, just a bed and some things on a table. I didn't think it was messy at all, but for some reason, it seemed so awful to her.

While she was tidying up, I would always silently watch her, or perhaps admire her. Ms. Xu had a typical oval face with clean, delicate features. I always thought her thin, arched eyebrows were the best feature of her face—undoubtedly drawn. Back then, even in the county town, there weren't many places selling lipstick, let alone in the countryside where there were one or two people who knew how to do makeup. Ms. Xu was also slender, without any excess fat. Judging by her appearance at the time, her breasts were about the normal size for a woman, neither too big nor too small.

If she saw my unwashed clothes lying in the bucket while she was tidying up, she would always scold me in an elder's tone, telling me to be more disciplined and tidy.

It wasn't that I didn't want to wash them; of course, I must admit that male laziness was partly to blame, but other reasons were the main ones.

Back then, apart from the township government, no other unit in the village had running water; everyone used wells for drinking water. Our primary school also had a single well supplying water to all the teachers. At that time, primary school students didn't need much drinking water, since most went home for lunch. Those who needed water would bring water from home in glass jars. The teachers washed their clothes in a small river that ran downhill from a grove of trees behind the school. But usually, it was the teachers' family members or female teachers who washed their clothes. Imagine, a grown man like me washing clothes among a bunch of women!

So I usually gather all my clothes from the week together and wash them around 6 pm on Sunday afternoon. It's just getting dark then, but you can still see. Nobody does laundry at that time usually, so I get some peace and quiet.

Once, when Ms. Xu was nagging me, I told her this reason. She laughed and said, "I didn't realize a young person like you had so many thoughts! Do you think you're too high-class, and that it's embarrassing to wash clothes with us older women?" I quickly blushed and stammered, "No, of course not, it's mainly…it's mainly…" "Oh, I see. Are you afraid you won't be able to control your impulses?" After saying this, Ms. Xu probably didn't expect to suddenly say something that was considered rather ambiguous at the time. She immediately blushed and lowered her head, then secretly glanced at my reaction.

I was stunned by her words and didn't know how to respond. The situation was a little awkward. Fortunately, Ms. Xu found an excuse and took her son, who was playing with my checkers, home. After she left, I did reflect on her words, but I didn't take them too seriously, thinking it was just a slip of the tongue.

Then I spent two days busy with a school project. The school was cooperating with higher authorities to conduct physical examinations for all students in two (at the time, there were only two classes) first-grade classes. As the homeroom teacher of the second class, I naturally had a lot of work to do.

First, I instructed each student to go home, collect a small amount of stool in a small medicine bottle, and bring it to school for the doctor's examination. After I finished speaking, the children seemed quite curious and started discussing it. I noticed Xiaoqin was also whispering with a few girls. I smiled inwardly; they were still just children.

The next day, the physical examinations began. I had the students line up outside the office with their examination forms and stool samples. The conditions were limited then, and since they were all children, I cleared out an office for the doctor's examinations. Once everything was ready, I notified the doctor that we could begin.

The first few were all boys, including the three smartest boys in the class, as I mentioned earlier. I was watching from the doorway when the examination started. At first, the students did some movements while the doctor rubbed, kneaded, measured, listened, and asked questions. However, the next part of the examination surprised me.

The doctor had the first boy examined take off his pants, turned him around for a look, then fiddled with them a few times with his fingers, and then lightly touched his testicles with three fingers before telling him to turn around and bend over. The doctor then spread his buttocks apart to look and told him to put his pants back on. That was it for one person. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, thinking, "They even check genitals!"

After the boy's examination, he stood at the office door watching the others being examined. Seeing that there was nothing else to do, I went outside for a quick look.

Just as I was walking back, I heard someone call me: "Teacher Lin!" "Ah? Teacher Xu, is something wrong?" "Come here for a moment!" She then pulled me to a nearby tree.

"Are the students getting their physicals checked yours?"

"Yes, what's up?"

"The doctor told me to find you if he couldn't find you. Those three little devils in your class are really strange. The doctor said he overheard them talking about..." "What did they say?" "They said they'd be looking carefully at the girls' penises during the physical exam..." After she finished speaking, she probably realized how sneaky those three boys were, and she looked at me with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Ah? Haha, those little bastards are really cunning. I'll go deal with them." I also found it funny. Kids might swear with things like "fucking cunt," but they don't really understand the concept of "cunt." They only know it's an insult and think that girls' penises are also called "penis."

"Please keep an eye on them and have the girls checked at the back. Let those who have finished at the front go back to their classrooms. Kids may not understand, but we still need to be careful." "Okay, thank you for reminding me, Teacher Xu." Feeling the gentle breath of the woman touching my neck, I reluctantly walked towards the office.

After rearranging the line, I had the three boys finish their checkups and go back to the classroom to read a text ten times. I then watched from the office door.

I saw quite a few funny things during the checkups. Some kids even got erections after the doctor touched their penises, but many students didn't seem to notice anything unusual; they probably don't understand the significance of it. Their stool samples were also varied; one kid had a large bottle filled with a lump, while others were still runny. I kept wanting to laugh while watching.

After the boys were checked, it was Xiaoqin's turn. She's the class monitor, and usually the first girl to do things.

I noticed the stool she gave the doctor—a small, relatively normal yellow clump in a clear bottle. When the doctor listened to her heartbeat, I saw that her chest was flat, like most kids', but she was still quite chubby. Her nipples were hidden in the areola fold—what we call "blind" or "flat," which is normal for children.

What surprised me was that her skin was exceptionally good, much smoother and more delicate than that of most children. I hadn't noticed it before; her neck and face were just as beautiful.

At this point, the doctor asked Xiaoqin to take off her pants. It suddenly occurred to me that I didn't know how to examine a girl's genitals, so I perked up and prepared to examine them closely. It was funny to think about; I had just punished three students who were preparing to examine her closely by making them copy the text, and now I was examining them closely myself. Of course, outwardly I didn't do anything; I couldn't very well run over to the doctor to look, but my eyes were definitely brighter.

After Xiaoqin took off her pants, I saw that slit, a dazzling slit. I felt a little dizzy. The slightly swollen mons pubis of her fair genitals was so smooth, like a red-hot iron stamp branded into my mind, piercing my nerves. The doctor also gently pressed his hand on her mons pubis. At that moment, a strange emotion suddenly arose in my heart—jealousy. I didn't understand why I felt this way. I both hoped the doctor would take longer to examine her and didn't want Xiaoqin to continue being touched by him.

With these emotions in mind, I saw the doctor pinch both sides of her mons pubis again, and then he actually put his fingers into her slit. I was momentarily stunned. Was he going to pry it open to take a look and put his fingers inside?

However, I was obviously overthinking it. The doctor only pried it open a little bit to take a look before having Xiaoqin stick her buttocks up.

But even that slight movement allowed me to see the tender, shiny inner walls of her labia majora. It was indeed a little girl's vulva. Years later, when I think back, it was the most beautiful and tender vulva I had ever seen in my life. The thin skin was so tender and shiny. I suddenly remembered that not long ago, this pink body was sitting on my lap, and my penis was so close to that beautiful mons pubis. I immediately got aroused, but thankfully my underwear was tight, so it wasn't too obvious on the outside, just uncomfortable.

Xiaoqin stuck out her buttocks, and the doctor just glanced at her before letting her put on her pants. However, I still saw her small, clean anus in her cleft, but I didn't feel anything at the time.

Back then, there weren't so many options, and it was impossible to have any other thoughts about it. I couldn't bear to look any further; my mind was filled with Xiaoqin's soft body. Although I had seen many little girls urinate before, I had never felt anything like this. Enduring the discomfort of being constricted, I quickly walked back to my dormitory. I knew I needed to release. I walked so fast that I didn't hear Teacher Xu calling me from afar.

The seed left by the devil might sprout when the sunlight, temperature, humidity, and nutrients are right, but I don't know if it will grow. After all, I'm always the last thing I want to speculate about in the future.

A renewed sense of unease and guilt welled up inside me, and I sat down in my dorm chair, my lower body bare, and began to masturbate again. The image of Xiaoqin's body I had just seen flashed through my mind, mirroring the scene of her sitting on my lap, gradually merging together. It felt as if my penis had been pressed against her bare, delicate lower back. A powerful sensation surged, and just as I was about to reach my climax, there was a knock on the door.

"Teacher Lin, are you there?" With Teacher Xu's question, a tiny white dot leaped high and landed on the desk in front of me.

[The End]

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