My goddess teacher came to my house

That year, I was eighteen, in the throes of the intense preparation for the college entrance exam. My grades weren't bad; while I wasn't in the top three, I was definitely in the top ten. My homeroom teacher, a pity for such a promising student, talked to me countless times, but I ignored her completely.

That year, she was in her early twenties, with only one year left before graduating from university, and came to our county for an internship. Our homeroom teacher happened to be hospitalized, so she took her place. I remember it very clearly: that day she wore a bright red dress, had shoulder-length hair, and a round, cute, and pretty face. At that moment, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, almost frozen in my seat. For the entire class, I didn't understand a word the teacher said, only focusing on her fiery red dress and her constantly moving mouth.

The teacher taught chemistry, and actually, before she came, my chemistry grades were quite average. But to get her attention, I studied chemistry like crazy. However, I couldn't shake my mischievous ways anytime soon.

Once, on a whim, I skipped class again to go see a movie, and was caught by my teacher. Terrified, I followed her to the office, expecting a severe scolding. To my surprise, she didn't criticize me; instead, she chatted with me very kindly, asking about my hobbies, my favorite teacher, my favorite subject… Finally, she said to me earnestly, “Yi Dong, you are a good child and have the ability to get into university. Why are you unwilling to work hard?”

Her words deeply touched me. I never imagined that in her eyes, I was still a good child. She was like a goddess, touching the chord in my heart that longed to work hard. Leaving the office, I made up my mind to study hard, to be worthy of my goddess.

Yi Dong's voice was very magnetic, and he told stories very logically. He spoke of these events from over twenty years ago almost without pausing. I think he must have mentally rehearsed them a thousand times before making the call.

In the days that followed, I worked exceptionally hard, never skipping a class, never disrupting class, even thinking about math problems while eating; and silently reciting English texts on my way to school. I was incredibly confident about the college entrance exam, certain I would get into university. But things didn't go as planned; the results came out, and I missed out on university. After graduation, some classmates prepared to go to universities in other cities; some enrolled to retake the exam; some had already packed their bags and headed south to work. As for me, I stayed in my tiny room, just getting by day after day.

Summer vacation was almost over. One day, my parents went to my grandmother's house, and I didn't want to see anyone, so I stayed home. Around noon, I went out to buy some noodles. Just as I stepped out of the market, I saw my teacher walking towards me. "Yi Dong, summer vacation is almost over, why haven't you gone to school to enroll for a retake?" the teacher asked bluntly. But I didn't dare look at her, feeling guilty. I didn't answer, just walked forward silently with my head down. The teacher didn't give up, following behind me. "Yi Dong, if there's anything you need, let's talk at your house, it's quite hot outside."

That noon, the teacher made me noodles. I don't know what I was thinking, but I took out my dad's treasured bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). At first, the teacher wouldn't let me drink, saying I was still a student. But I felt so choked up; I wanted to drink, to get my thoughts out. Finally, the teacher opened the bottle, poured me a glass, and poured one for herself.

We ate noodles, drank, and talked about school. The teacher still urged me to go back and repeat a year. I don't remember how I answered her; I just felt increasingly dizzy, my face turning redder, and my speech becoming increasingly slurred. The teacher? Her face turned red too, making her even more beautiful. I never imagined that I would do it that day.

At first, we sat on the sofa chatting, getting happier and happier. Later, I hugged her. She didn't react much, not struggling or resisting. She said some high-minded, educational things, and then we started kissing. I kept touching her, and after kissing and caressing, we both felt something. The teacher's breasts were large, much larger than most girls'; her white, round breasts felt wonderful in my hands.

Later, I couldn't resist pulling down her jeans and reaching inside. She kept her eyes closed and didn't resist, so I dragged her jeans down to below her knees without explanation. Her pubic hair was thick, her labia were very thick, and her genitals were very wet. I took my penis out of her zipper, then half-squatted down, spread her legs, and easily inserted it.

Her breathing was rapid, but I was about to ejaculate, and I ejaculated outside.

That day, after the teacher hurriedly left home after getting dressed, I was terrified, afraid that others would find out, and afraid that the teacher would report me. For the next few days, I didn't dare go out, didn't dare see my classmates, and certainly wouldn't go back to school to retake the exam. Later, when conscription began, my parents asked for my opinion, and I eagerly agreed, wanting nothing more than to escape this place.

After all, I was still an eighteen-year-old child, and I hadn't thought about taking responsibility; I only retreated when faced with problems. Yi Dong's voice was filled with regret: "If it weren't for my cowardice and weakness, things might not be like this now."

[The End]

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