Beautiful girl and perverted teacher

My name is Gu Dalang, and I work at a private school. After graduating from teachers' college, I was so heartbroken over losing my first love that I missed the public school teacher recruitment fair. Desperate, this usually introverted and timid person mustered my last bit of courage and reluctantly submitted my pale resume to various private schools throughout the city. By sheer luck, I was hired by my current employer.

My job is to handle the school's daily photography work. It's not a formal position, but for me, it's a job to make a living, and it gives me an excuse to stay in this so-called metropolis, avoiding the constant complaints and disappointment from my parents back home.

At eight o'clock sharp, I arrived at this well-known private school, as usual, to begin my day's work—actually, there's not much work, just getting by. "Getting by"—that fits my image as a chubby, introverted guy, doesn't it?

I'm introverted and not good at socializing, so I don't have many close friends. After getting off the subway, I walked straight into the school gate and headed straight for my office. I gripped the stair railing, panting heavily as I climbed to the third floor—my office was on the fourth, a real nightmare for someone as obese as me!

A commotion and footsteps came from below; a group of older elementary school students ran past me, laughing and playing. Not a single student greeted me, just as no colleague smiled at me. I was such an insignificant figure, even to these innocent children, just another fat uncle with a camera appearing in various places.
At times like this, I would feel a pang of self-pity, then give a sly smile, slow my pace even further, secretly lagging behind, while squinting my eyes towards the top of the stairs.

This was one of the few moments of anticipation in my otherwise utterly boring workday.

Although they were only fifth-grade girls, the vibrant energy of youth was already radiating from their bodies. Their fair, tender thighs were truly alluring. The private school principal's bizarre idea had introduced those so-called Japanese sailor uniforms, and the most inexplicable thing was how incredibly short those skirts were! If I just raised my head and slightly craned my neck, I could see those colorful girl panties! Just like now!

How wonderful! The girls' thighs and panties soothed the pain of my failed blind date last night! This was the best medicine! I couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure

and satisfaction. The fair, tender thighs of the girls and their little buttocks encased in pure white cotton panties kept coming into my view. In today's parlance: I shamefully got hard. Already panting, I was now struggling to walk on the stairs, yet my heart miraculously leaped with joy. I moved slowly, feeling deeply grateful for my decision to stay at this school.

Wow! Huh? These are…silk panties, aren’t they? Another girl appeared at the top of the stairs above me, but what I caught my eye for a moment was her purple silk panties, completely different from the cotton panties worn by other girls! Although still somewhat slender, this mysterious girl’s thighs were already near perfect – round, straight, long, and well-proportioned.

Even more incredible was that her buttocks, encased in the narrow panties, were already quite shapely. The silk panties only tightly covered a third of her buttocks, with the rest of her flesh peeking out restlessly from the sides, bouncing and trembling with her light steps on the stairs, tempting my gaze like jelly.

What a perky butt! What tender thighs! Who is this girl? She’s already developed so well; what will she be like when she grows up? A true beauty! I smacked my lips, wanting to hurry up and catch a glimpse of the girl's face, but I couldn't bear to
leave behind the boundless spring scenery beneath her pleated skirt, captivated by those last few fleeting seconds of breathtaking beauty. Being a teacher is great… I swallowed hard, savoring the scene, my mind still filled with the shimmering shadows of her short skirt in the sunlight on the stairwell.

Arriving at my office, I expertly logged onto the campus network and found the class that had just had their lab lesson. Oh, it was the fifth-grade class three! Fifth grade, that's 11 years old, the age of blossoming youth. I have to say, these days kids are so well-nourished, even at 11, they've already made a middle-aged loser like me horny.
I swallowed again, expertly manipulating the computer, instantly switching to the lab's surveillance footage. Besides being responsible for photography and videography, I also handle the school's audiovisual work. Combining the roles of audiovisual instructor and photography teacher… hehe, it can generate huge benefits!

Clearly, I wasn't feeling the usual self-pity. Usually, at times like this, I'd need a while to recover from the loneliness of being ignored. But today, I was excited and unusually energetic. The school was practically covered in high-definition cameras, including the classrooms. Taking advantage of my position, I sometimes secretly used software to transmit the footage from the cameras, watching the classes in each classroom to pass the time.

Today, my attention was still on that glimpse under her skirt. I couldn't wait to know which 11-year-old girl had such alluring curves in her hips and thighs.

She was the last one to go upstairs with her classmates; she must be one of the tallest girls. I adjusted the camera, carefully searching the back rows. There were four students in the last row—two boys and two girls. One girl was rather overweight, so I immediately ruled her out. That left the one who must be her.
I stared intently, and what met my eyes was a girl's stunningly beautiful face. Her face was round and symmetrical, her cheeks slightly chubby, with a touch of baby fat. Her eyes were large, bright, and sparkling black, complemented by long, curled eyelashes, delicate crescent-shaped eyebrows, and a straight nose.

So beautiful! Coupled with her tall figure, especially her fair thighs and perfectly shaped calves, she was destined to be a breathtaking beauty! Although she was only in fifth grade, the boys already had an unconscious appreciation for beauty, and a few restless boys took every opportunity to steal glances at her.

The girl's lips were full and vibrant with youthful energy; even through the screen, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss them. The girl was currently pursing her lips, a slight pout playing on her lips, a mocking smile. Looking at her eyes, they weren't on Teacher Ding, who was bustling about like a man possessed at the lab table; instead, she was gazing out the window, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.

That expression… a mix of nonchalance and cynicism… it shouldn’t be on the face of an 11-year-old girl, especially such a cute and pretty one. I checked the seating chart and saw her name.
Class 3, Grade 5, Zhu Ke’er.

Days passed, and I kept switching between two states: the self-pity of a middle-aged loser after work and the inner turmoil of a perverted uncle at work. Ironically, the only bright spot in my gloomy life came from an 11-year-old girl, Zhu Ke’er from Class 3, Grade 5.

What’s going on? This girl is a full twenty years younger than me! I’m thirty-one, she’s eleven, this… But whenever I think of this, the last shred of moral doubt deep in my heart is shattered by the stunning image of the girl’s skirt in my mind.

So, I would specifically check this beautiful girl’s schedule, arrive early to her vicinity, and look for another opportunity to be perverted.

I went to the familiar stairwell, squatted down at the bottom of the stairs, and pretended to tidy up some odds and ends. To be honest, as an audio-visual instructor, no one really cared what I did.

I was happy to be at ease. Actually, I was waiting for the fifth-grade class three to finish their class. As soon as class ended, they would come out of their classroom on the fourth floor because the next class was PE. This would give me a chance to see pairs of fair, tender young girls' legs and alluring white cotton panties glittering from the stairwell above my head.

Patient waiting would surely bring delicious results.

Here they came! First, there were cheerful sounds. Eleven-year-olds are so noisy, especially the girls' voices, which carried from afar. However, the bodies of those born in the 2000s are indeed developing admirably! I rubbed my already small eyes hard, preparing to enjoy the beautiful sight to come.

The footsteps grew closer, and I adjusted my crouching position, keeping my eyes fixed on the stairwell. Luckily, my eyes are small, so they didn't arouse suspicion.

Boys are always faster than girls, and they quickly passed through the stairwell. Sure enough, no one paid any attention to me, not even glancing at me as I descended the stairs.

Then… the girls arrived. I was truly grateful to the school principal; he was the one who established the rule that "girls must wear skirts." It was definitely a private school; even the school skirts were styled like those from Japan—pleated, high-waisted, and incredibly short. As I peered in, I sighed with amusement.

Ah, awesome! Girls this age are still innocent and wouldn't be so rude as to wear those inhuman safety shorts under their miniskirts. I was truly experiencing the meaning of the idiom "a pool of wine and a forest of meat"—a dazzling array of girls' legs flashing past my eyes, making me feel incredibly happy, my eyes almost blurring. But I was still holding back, anticipating the climax of pleasure. I was waiting for Zhu Ke'er; she always seemed a bit of a loner, always lagging behind the rest of the class.

Sure enough, after the students had all left in twos and threes, a girl in a school uniform gracefully walked down the stairs, and my eyes widened. So beautiful! Looking from bottom to top, her little leather shoes, her rounded calves encased in black stockings, her fair and smooth thighs, all the way to her firm, budding little buttocks, formed an amazing curve. Her skin was snow-white and smooth, almost transparent, faintly revealing a delicate sheen.

Few girls would choose underwear that isn't white, after all, she's just a primary school student. Every time I peeked, Zhu Ke'er's underwear was similar in style and color to that of an adult woman. Today she was wearing black... and it was a sheer style, practically transparent. If it were a mature woman... her pubic hair would be visible... Was she wearing her mother's underwear?

I couldn't think any further. Each floor of the school's stairs only had twelve steps, meaning I could only see this beautiful sight for a maximum of ten seconds. I held my breath, my eyes aching from staring, not blinking an eye, afraid of missing a single moment.

So white, so tender, so alluring!

I was intoxicated, but I vaguely felt something was off.

Then... then... my mind went blank, and I suddenly came to my senses. The strange thing was that those beautiful legs hadn't gone far. Instead, after walking down the stairs, they turned a corner, and then the owner of those beautiful legs squatted down next to me, less than 10 centimeters away.

My face must have looked terrible, because I felt my face burning. The girl said softly, "Teacher, um... what are you doing..." Her voice was clear, melodious, and pleasant, with the "ne" at the end lingering, carrying a hint of mischief.

"I... I... I'm tidying up some equipment..." Always clumsy, I was caught peeping at the girl and became even more nervous, stammering.

"Oh~~ Teacher, you're tidying up equipment... let me help!" Zhu Ke'er smiled meaningfully, leaned closer, and snatched the package from my hand.

"You... you!" I frantically tried to grab it back, but my chubby body looked bulky in the narrow space under the stairs, no match for the agile fifth-grade girl.

Zhu Ke'er easily opened the package; inside was nothing of the sort—no "equipment," but rather...
"Wow! Teacher, you're so lewd! How... how come there's this kind of comic book in your bag?" Zhu Ke'er's beautiful eyes widened, holding the Japanese 18+ adult comic book I'd bought from the black market the night before. Damn! I'm
doomed! My identity as an educator is also coming to an end! My mind exploded like a pot boiling over, a chaotic jumble of thoughts.

Sweet and lovely Zhu Ke'er tearfully told her parents what had happened;

the parents stormed into the principal's office in anger;

news reporters staked out the school gate, interviewing elementary school students;

the students recounted the strange man's story in terror;

my ugly face was prominently displayed in the newspaper;

my parents back home fainted upon seeing it;

a bloated corpse was washed downstream;

that face! That face was mine!

I don't want this!!!

I trembled like a sieve, large beads of sweat dripping from my temples.

"《The Perverted Uncle's Toys》, 《Loli Club》, 《The Sadness of a Flat-Chested Girl》... Wow! Uncle, you're not just a pervert, you're a complete pervert!"

I was speechless, my throat felt like it was blocked by a huge rock. If... if this continued, I could feel myself about to urinate.

"No wonder you're always squatting here like this, looking up at the skirts of elementary school girls! You're a pedophile!" Zhu Ke'er frowned her cute brows and declared seriously.

I felt like a pig being hung up, the butcher's knife about to chop at my neck, yet I didn't even have the courage to struggle. If this pretty Zhu Ke'er screamed at this moment, wouldn't the teachers in the office next door rush over?

Just as I was panicking, the little girl said in a sweet voice, "What's so interesting about elementary school girls' underwear? If you want to see it, you should go to the junior high... Although our school doesn't have a high school, junior high girls are still more developed than us, right?"

Strange, strange! Something seems wrong! I froze, completely stunned. Hearing that question, I was surprised she wasn't immediately frightened by my perverted behavior, but instead said this.
"Is it pretty?" She leaned closer, her face flawless, her smile sweet and incomparable, yet it felt incredibly eerie.

"Pretty! Your...butt...is more upturned than most middle school girls', firmer and perkier!" I thought to myself, but couldn't say it aloud.

"Wh...what?" I stammered.

"Is the view under an elementary school girl's skirt pretty?"

"Pretty...pretty..." I couldn't think straight, only able to answer instinctively.

"Hmm...whose is the prettiest?"

"Huh?"

"I'm asking you, among so many girls...whose butt is the prettiest?" Zhu Ke'er narrowed her eyes, her lips barely moving.

"Yours...is pretty..." I stammered, sweating profusely.

"Hmph...you perverted old man!" The girl's expression suddenly turned strange. First, her lips twitched with satisfaction, then she remained silent for a moment, before finally blushing helplessly. Then, she launched a flying kick.

Zhu Ke'er had a tall and slender figure, with one long and shapely leg. Caught off guard, her leather shoe struck my face.
"Ah..." I cried out softly.

Seeing my slow reaction, she didn't give up. Her right leg came flying again, whistling through the air. This time, I reacted. After all, I was twenty years older than her. Although the girl was agile, she lacked strength. I instinctively reached out my right hand to protect my face, and my left hand haphazardly reached forward, grabbing her right foot.

Zhu Ke'er instinctively tried to pull her leg back, but she lacked the strength. Her right leg remained frozen in mid-air. I opened my eyes, captivated by the beauty before me. Wearing a super-short school skirt, her posture revealed a stunningly beautiful sight: the top of her fair thighs and the purple silk panties between her legs.
"You...you let go!" the girl commanded in a low voice, her tone harsh.

"..."

Her voice seemed to come from a great distance; though so close, I was completely lost in my reverie and couldn't hear her clearly.

Zhu Ke'er took a deep breath and then pleaded in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Good uncle, good teacher..."
"You...you should let go of her leg first, you...you're hurting her!"

I shuddered, feeling incredibly relieved, and naturally, I could no longer hold her foot tightly. She tried to pull away, but her strength failed her, and she bumped into the stair treads.

The little girl covered her head and groaned, "You...you've gone too far...I'm going to tell the principal!"
"No, no...I beg you..." I pleaded with the elementary school girl in a low voice.

Her eyes darted around, and I clearly saw a sly glint in them, but then I heard her voice say in a serious tone, "Ahem... well... Heaven has a benevolent heart, and while what you did is despicable, I can understand the helplessness of a middle-aged man. So, I've decided that if you agree to three requests—and remember, unconditionally—I can let you go and not tell anyone about you peeping at elementary school girls' underwear."
Hearing this, I was overjoyed and shamelessly bowed repeatedly, "Okay, okay, tell me, I'll definitely do it!"

She raised an eyebrow, "So you know my name? Did you secretly find out?"

I nodded vigorously, "Yes, how could I miss your name, such a pure and beautiful girl?"
She tilted her head back, exhaled through her nostrils, as if it were "of course," and then said, "You're not allowed to call me Ke'er. Only my mother can call me Ke'er!" This girl seemed to really love her mother!

She suddenly seemed to remember something interesting and said with a smile, "Hey, the first request is easy to do! Every day when I go to and from school, you have to be at the school gate on time and loudly say that sentence!"

"Which sentence?"

"Ugh, you're so stupid!" The girl put her hands on her hips and stomped her foot in exasperation.

"Ugh, you're so stupid? That's not a very nice sentence, is it? Isn't that a curse?" I asked, puzzled.
The girl launched another flying kick, and this time I didn't dare to block it, taking the hit head-on.

"Listen carefully, you idiot, you have to say this: Good morning, invincible youthful beauty! Good afternoon, invincible youthful beauty! Got it?"

I stared at her speechlessly. This was too strange! Normally, girls this age are shy and timid, but this Zhu Ke'er seems to have a problem... And if this happens, my image...
is ruined too!

I hesitated, and the girl frowned, displeased, "What, you don't agree? Fine, I'll go find the principal right now!" She turned around after saying that.

I sighed inwardly; my image was basically ruined anyway. "I promise you, my boy!"

The girl didn't turn around, but her slender shoulders twitched twice, as if she were laughing. "What did you call me?"
Her voice couldn't hide her smugness—the joy of a spoiled child getting their beloved toy.

"A beautiful, invincible young girl... sir..." I groaned.

[The End]

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