The eldest brother is the class teacher

Because I had a small reputation in my industry, especially within my own workplace, my alma mater invited me to share my experience with graduating students. After teaching a few large lectures, my former teacher, now the department head, asked me to help teach a second-year class. The reason was that they had a national competition entry, and the school had previously invited a senior teacher to help with it. However, this teacher had an unforeseen family matter and had to return to his hometown. No teacher at the university was qualified to take over, so the department thought of me, believing I had a lot of practical experience and was better than those teachers who only knew how to lecture. They hoped I could lead the class in rehearsals for a month.

Initially, I disagreed, as I have many responsibilities at my workplace, plus extracurricular activities at my own company and other businesses. However, I couldn't resist my mentor's repeated requests and reluctantly agreed. My conditions were that I couldn't teach in the mornings and couldn't come every day. My teacher agreed, and thus began my unexpected journey as a substitute teacher.

This time, I led a team of sophomores, about ten people in total, five boys and the rest girls. There were regular performers, substitutes, and support staff. I first met them on a Wednesday afternoon. Back then, all university students only had half-days. Our first meeting was a simple introduction, and then I announced that they shouldn't call me "teacher," just "senior brother," which helped to build rapport. The first meeting was a brief introduction, and then I went through each person's tasks. The afternoon passed quickly, and that evening, I, the senior brother, treated these juniors to drinks and dinner. It was around this time that Xiaolin entered my life.

Xiaolin was the student leader and a key member of the team. Needless to say, she was beautiful—after all, she was an art student, and she was about 170cm tall! She had a well-proportioned figure, long, slender legs, and always liked to wear black stockings with Converse sneakers; her feet looked to be around size 37; she had big, bright, intelligent eyes. Although she was outstanding in appearance, had a great figure, and was a leader, Xiaolin often acted silly and cute among her classmates, which was quite adorable. Because Xiaolin was a student leader and needed to coordinate with me in teaching, we exchanged phone numbers and added each other on WeChat. While browsing her WeChat Moments, I saw that Xiaolin frequently posted selfies from home or her dorm room, sometimes even photos of her wearing stockings and showing her feet on her dorm bed. Seeing Xiaolin's stockinged feet (sometimes she was barefoot or wearing cotton socks), I set a goal: to win her over during my substitute teaching period.

As I spent more time with Xiaolin, I discovered that her home wasn't far from mine, and sometimes I would drive her home. I also found that Xiaolin had a very outgoing, tomboyish personality, and we quickly started calling each other brother and sister. However, I never had a chance, and I was getting a little anxious, since my substitute teaching period would only last a month and would pass quickly.

I remember once when I was driving Xiaolin home, she told me a corny joke. It was about a guy and a girl chatting online. The guy twisted his ankle playing soccer, and the girl, concerned, asked to see it. The guy sent her a picture of his foot with medicine on it and asked, "Don't you want to say anything?" The girl replied, "Hehe, I want to smell it!" Xiaolin burst out laughing in the car, laughing so hard she almost fell over. Honestly, I really don't understand these kids' thinking, but this joke became the beginning of my and Xiaolin's playful banter about feet.

I'd been teaching for about half a month, and with the competition getting closer, I applied to the school for a small rehearsal hall, exclusively for us, not for other classes. The school took it seriously and gave it to us, with Xiaolin and I keeping the key separately.

One weekend, I drove Xiaolin to the school for rehearsal. The rehearsal was scheduled to start at 2 PM, and we arrived a little early. After opening the rehearsal hall door, I went outside for a smoke, and Xiaolin packed up the props. When I came back after finishing my cigarette, Xiaolin had taken off her shoes and was stretching on the floor. Her feet, clad in black stockings, were prominently displayed in front of me, and I was stunned. This was the first time I'd seen Xiaolin's feet up close, not in a photo.

"Why aren't you wearing your workout shoes?" I asked.

"I don't like wearing them, I'll wear them later," Xiaolin told me while stretching.

I sat down on the floor next to Xiaolin's feet, looking down at them. After so many years of dealing with women, I'd lost that naivety and shyness and gained a seasoned and shameless air. Now, thinking back on this memory, I really miss those innocent days, that feeling of knowing I was about to do something naughty, my heart pounding.

"Why are you looking at my feet?" Xiaolin tilted her head and looked at me, stopping her stretching.

"I want to smell them." I suddenly remembered the joke Xiaolin had told me, and as soon as I said that, she burst out laughing again, even kicking me with her foot. "I really want to smell them," I said, looking at Xiaolin so she could see my sincere face.

What surprised me most was that Xiaolin actually stretched out her foot to me. "Here you go," Xiaolin said, a little embarrassed, but still quite boldly letting me smell it.

I brought my nose close to Xiaolin's foot and took a deep sniff. Apart from a slight smell of sweat, there was nothing else. I glanced at Xiaolin, who lowered her head shyly and then put her foot down again.

"I haven't smelled enough! I want to smell more," I whispered to Xiaolin.

Xiaolin lifted her foot up again and brought it to my nose.

"I want to lick it," I said teasingly.

"What?" Xiaolin must have heard what I said, but she probably couldn't believe her ears and asked again.

Without waiting for Xiaolin's consent, I directly held the foot that Xiaolin had extended to me, stuck out my tongue, and gently licked the sole of Xiaolin's foot. I used my tongue and lips to savor Xiaolin's beautiful foot. Xiaolin silently watched everything I did; the entire rehearsal hall was completely silent. Through the mirror in the rehearsal hall, I saw myself licking Xiaolin's feet. The feeling was truly strange, like watching a foot fetish film. I licked one foot, then the other, savoring every inch.

While I was enjoying it, laughter and chatter came from the doorway; other classmates arrived one after another. I had to shut up, get up, and sit down on a chair nearby, because I was already erect.

I was a little distracted during the day's rehearsal, and sometimes when I saw Xiaolin, I sensed she was distracted too. When I took Xiaolin home that evening, I didn't bring up licking her feet or make any further requests, because they had been rehearsing all afternoon and were sweating a lot, which I disliked.

After I got home, Xiaolin texted me, asking, "Did your feet taste good?" I replied that they did, and I wanted more. A while later, Xiaolin replied, "I'll give them to you later." But the teacher returned early, and my substitute teaching assignment was over. During this time, I had developed deep feelings for everyone, especially Xiaolin.

I saw Xiaolin again during summer vacation. They had a successful national competition, winning second prize. One summer evening, Xiaolin called me and said she wanted to hang out. That night, in my car, I tasted Xiaolin's feet again. I even had her buy socks from the supermarket beforehand. Xiaolin also gave me a footjob under my guidance. I won't go into the details of why I did the footjob, but tasting Xiaolin's feet was simply too wonderful compared to footjobs just for ejaculation.

Later, I went to Sichuan and Beijing for work, staying for almost half a year. When I returned, Xiaolin had a boyfriend, who was a student I had taught before. Later, Xiaolin graduated and went to Beijing, where she reportedly dated a celebrity's son for a while. When I saw Xiaolin again, she had lost her innocence, becoming more worldly and alluring. We simply had a meal and reminisced.

[The End]

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