The law professor got drunk

What are the common stereotypes people have about legal professionals? I think most would assume they're dignified old men! Even younger ones are usually stereotyped as rigid, scholarly men; it's rare to imagine young, beautiful women among them.

When I started attending cram schools, most of the teachers I encountered were older men, though some were younger, but almost all were male, except for Ms. Hua Ping. Hua Ping, an interesting name, sounds like "vase" in Chinese. But she's anything but a vase!

Hua Ping was born in 1964, is 164cm tall, and has measurements of 84-5-6-8-3. She has a chic short bob that reaches her neck and loves wearing fitted jumpsuits. She's from Kaohsiung, holds a Master's degree in Law from a national university, and passed the bar exam two years ago. She's currently a lawyer at a law firm in southern Taiwan and also a lecturer on general law at a university in southern Taiwan. She has a boyfriend who is a judge at a district court in a southern county.

My first impression of Ms. Hua Ping was one of amazement. So young, so beautiful. I don't think many people can be so beautiful with short hair. I don't know if I was mistaken, or if she really was special? I don't know, but one thing is certain: over 80% of the male students in the class were absolutely awestruck when they first saw Ms. Hua Ping. The bolder ones would stare directly, practically drooling, while the shyer ones would lower their heads to their textbooks, too embarrassed to look at her. Ms. Hua Ping seemed used to this kind of gaze from men and didn't seem too uncomfortable. After calmly introducing herself, she began the class.

Ms. Hua Ping taught a relatively niche subject, the fourth-level special judicial examination, so the number of students wasn't as large as with criminal law, only about ten or so. In addition, the students from Pingtung were much more shy than those from Kaohsiung, and the interaction wasn't very high. Perhaps that's why Ms. Hua Ping sometimes showed a sense of helplessness in her eyes when she taught, but she still lived up to her salary, teaching very attentively and with a unique teaching method. Unlike some old men who simply recite from textbooks and sprinkling in lame jokes to muddle through,

her teaching method, while undeniably unique and creative, makes the complexities of the legal system easily understandable. However, she forgets a crucial point: this is a cram school, not a university general education course. University general education courses can be taught in this way, instilling concepts in students. But cram schools prepare students for major exams; they can't just teach concepts, they need to teach test-taking skills and methods. To put it bluntly, students come to cram schools to take exams and do well, not to actually learn anything.

(After the university entrance exams, nearly half of the students, even those who did well, forget most of what they learned within three months.) So, while Ms. Hua Ping teaches diligently and has a unique and creative method, it doesn't seem suitable for cram schools… and worse, perhaps because she's young and outgoing, she doesn't hesitate to show off her figure in her clothing, mostly wearing fitted jumpsuits. This fitted jumpsuit perfectly showcases Ms. Hua Ping's figure. It's evident that she has a beautifully shaped and firm bust, while the short, fitted skirt accentuates her hips and leg curves. The skirt length, about five centimeters above the knee, highlights her long, slender legs.

Even when she sometimes wears a shirt and jacket over the fitted skirt, the skirt, needless to say, reveals her lower body curves.

While the shirt and jacket don't emphasize her figure as much, they still can't hide it. Sometimes, when the air conditioning in the tutoring center is malfunctioning and the temperature doesn't drop, she'll even take off her jacket to teach. Worst of all, Ms. Hua Ping seems oblivious to this; sometimes she'll place her textbooks on the front-row desk (which is usually empty), then bend down to look at the key points, copy from the blackboard, and draw tables. In these situations, it's fine if she's wearing a fitted jumpsuit, but if she's wearing a shirt, it's truly quite revealing. While it's a feast for the eyes for the male students in her class, it also means they'll remember less legal texts and concepts. In short, Ms. Hua Ping is a very attractive female teacher. Attending her classes is not only visually pleasing, but those who remain composed can also learn structured and systematic legal concepts, though it doesn't help with exam questions.

After each class, her boyfriend always picks her up in his car. I haven't seen what he looks like, but they seem very sweet and have a good relationship. Maybe she dresses like that to meet her boyfriend after class! Otherwise, why would a teacher dress so beautifully? A dignified appearance is enough; there's no need to dress like that. (Of course, this is just a case of lust bewitching words! It just shows how dirty men's thoughts are, and how they have wild fantasies.) Undeniably, Ms. Hua Ping is a very good object of "sexual fantasy." A beautiful female teacher, her profession requires her to maintain a dignified and composed image at work. The serious and composed image of a lawyer, combined with these two professions, makes her seem like a sacred and inviolable saintly statue. However, she possessed a remarkably alluring appearance, and coupled with some unintentional little gestures, her seduction reached its peak, making it hard for lustful men not to fantasize about her. And I, always lustful but cowardly, couldn't help but also fantasize about Ms. Hua.

It's just funny that in school, when you encounter a beautiful female teacher, you'd often ask her questions to attract her attention. I never thought someone in their thirties or forties would resort to such tactics; it really seems a bit inappropriate. And this inappropriate situation, however, happened right before my eyes.

Those men who usually looked slovenly and indifferent during class... Once I entered Professor Hua's class, it was a complete 180-degree transformation. While I didn't look like I was attending a funeral in a suit, I was certainly dressed quite neatly, my hair combed, a far cry from my previous sloppy appearance. Not to mention my attentive and inquisitive attitude in class. Although the questions were really hard to understand—basic concepts covered in previous lessons—it was still far better than my previous attitude of completely ignoring the teacher.

That said, I don't care about my attire, since I usually pay attention to it. But when it comes to asking questions, I wouldn't presume to be sophisticated, though the level of my questions was much higher than those of those older men who obviously had excuses. They were all challenging past exam questions, and I had my own ideas that differed from the textbooks. Asking the teacher these questions was, frankly, a case of the pot calling the kettle black; we were all doing the same thing.

However, it's undeniable that Professor Hua was one of the key factors that made us spend more time studying that subject.

Otherwise, frankly, the return on investment for that subject wasn't high. The books required for this subject weren't necessarily thinner, nor were they necessarily easier to understand. Therefore, this subject, taught from a strategic perspective, wasn't suitable for excessive study, yet it was often the key to success. Because students generally performed poorly in this subject, a high score could compensate for the smaller gaps in average scores in other subjects. For these reasons, this subject was truly a love-hate relationship.

As the course neared its end, in the final week of the regular curriculum, unusually, Ms. Hua, usually all smiles, wore a hint of worry, though she still acted as usual during class. However, anyone who wasn't too oblivious could sense that she was forcing a smile. Although the reason was unknown, Ms. Hua was clearly troubled today. Everyone was quite tactful, not choosing to bother her with questions at this time, but letting her leave immediately after class.

I was one of the later ones to leave, so when I finally did, it was already more than ten minutes after class ended.

There, I saw Ms. Hua leaving alone, looking quite disappointed.

Due to scheduling issues, many review courses are held in Kaohsiung. This includes Ms. Hua's class. Students in Pingtung can attend the class in Kaohsiung or not; Pingtung will arrange a separate time to show the videotapes. (Frankly, this is a rather irresponsible attitude and method.) And Ms. Hua's class, unfortunately, is scheduled for 8:30 AM on Saturdays and Sundays for two consecutive weeks. Considering the tram time and the walking distance from the station to the cram school, it takes about 45 minutes in total.

It's a very harsh condition, and usually no one would be willing to make the trip, not even the older folks. Yet, I still went.

The reason wasn't simply to see Teacher Hua, but rather that the course was truly daunting, especially the reading sections. If the review sessions could be more systematically integrated, it would undoubtedly be beneficial for the exam. Besides, I travel to Kaohsiung for almost all my other courses, so it wasn't too strange that I would travel there for Teacher Hua's class as well.

After a few weeks apart, Teacher Hua seemed much better, but I could still vaguely sense a hint of worry on her face. Teacher Hua was genuinely surprised to see me, considering I had traveled all the way from Pingtung to Kaohsiung to attend her class on a Saturday morning.

Although I didn't understand the reason for her sadness, she seemed quite touched by my support and seemed much better. Sometimes, when her eyes swept over me during class, a slight smile would appear. Since the teacher's

review sessions weren't as good as I had hoped, and I wasn't getting much out of the course, I decided to take care of my eyes!

Reading on my own, and then looking up at the pleasing Teacher Hua when I got tired, wasn't a bad idea. Therefore, I didn't miss her sudden, subtle smile.

The last class was over, the final review for the judicial exam was finished, and I probably wouldn't have a chance to see Teacher Hua again. Anyway, all encounters and acquaintances in life are just a matter of fate; fate brings us together and then it ends. I won't delve into the profound causes and effects; I'll just accept the arrangements of fate. So, although I feel a little regretful, I won't dwell on it too much. I believe that soon, this beautiful teacher, Teacher Hua Ping, will also disappear from my memory. If this hadn't happened, that would indeed be the case… After the last class, I didn't want to go back to Pingtung too early. My family had gone to Taichung, so there was no need to go back too soon. I wandered around Kaohsiung City. Then, I ran into Teacher Hua at the Guangnan Kaohsiung Station store. Although I had met her in class before, it was quite a novel encounter to run into her after class.

"Bai, what are you doing here? Haven't you gone home yet?" A melodious, bell-like female voice came from beside me.

"Huh? Teacher?" I was picking out CDs and was startled, wondering who it was. It was actually the teacher? Oh dear! Should I say I was caught wandering around by the teacher? "Ah! Hello, teacher!" "Hehe~~ Don't be so reserved! You don't need to call me teacher after class, I'm not that much older than you!" Teacher Hua was surprisingly generous.

"Oh! Then how should I address you?" Thinking carefully, it seems that besides knowing the name the teacher uses in the tutoring center, "Hua Ping," I don't know anything else.

"Just call me Sister Hua Ping! Hua Ping is my real name," the teacher kindly told me to address her that way.

"Oh! Sister Hua Ping!" It was really quite surprising! I always thought that Hua Ping was just the name the teacher used in the tutoring center! Basically, many tutoring center teachers have names used in the tutoring center, which are often different from their real names. I didn't expect that Hua Ping was their real name.

"Hehe, Hua Ping sounds like a vase for florists, right?" Teacher Hua said that.

"Uh... this..." Indeed, when I first saw the name Hua Ping, I instinctively thought of a vase for florists, and a vase is a term used to scold girls for being all show and no substance. So it's really not very polite.

"Don't mind it! I already knew!" Ms. Hua said, as if reminiscing. "People who disliked me used to call me a 'pretty face,' a hollow 'pretty face.'" She paused. "Of course I was very unwilling to accept that! So I studied hard, graduated from the law school, and became a lawyer. Humph! Who dares to call me a 'pretty face' now? But in the legal field, in the tutoring industry... I had to start all over again..." It seemed that Ms. Hua had accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction and pressure, and it would probably take a while to finish listening to her. However, it was a rare opportunity to be alone with Ms. Hua, who seemed like my dream girl. So I invited her to sit down at a nearby tea house for a chat. Ms. Hua readily agreed.

But I didn't expect that after I ordered herbal tea, she would order beer. Of course, I'm an adult now, so it's not a question of whether I can drink or not. It's more about worrying about her drinking behavior. I don't drink myself, but I know some people who like to drink. However, their drinking habits are quite varied and sometimes hard to understand.

And which category would Ms. Hua fall into? Heaven knows. All I know is that after downing half a glass of beer in one gulp, she started complaining again, and I could only listen obediently.

"Bai, what do you think of my looks?" Ms. Hua blurted out this question, never one to be outdone. She even struck a pose afterward. It was truly an irresistible temptation! Especially since she was wearing a shirt, a jacket, and a tight skirt today. It really accentuated her figure.

"Ah... great..." Although my tone was casual, it wasn't a perfunctory reply, because what followed was a sudden, sharp throbbing in my chest and lower body.

"Hehe! Yeah... it suits the name 'vase' perfectly! You have the appearance and figure of a vase..." Ms. Hua started complaining again.

"Ah..." I could only remain silent in the face of what she said.

"So...those who hate me, those who are jealous of me, call me a 'vase'..." the teacher muttered, "But what can I do...because my name is Hua Ping! It sounds like 'vase'! Hehe...what a perfect example of a vixen!" "Heh..." She couldn't help but chuckle. She'd only ever seen vixens in exam questions...and now she'd encountered one in real life, and a far more blatant one at that. The so-called vixen was a woman named Hu Liqing, who lived next door to a couple. She didn't know them well, nor did she know their names. The husband was a womanizer, and the couple often argued about it, with the husband yelling that the other women were vixens. As a result, Ms. Hu Liqing thought they were insulting her, and she was deeply hurt. (I've forgotten the details...it's been so long >~) "Until I got into law school with high marks, and then went on to graduate school! And became a lawyer! Only then did those guys around me shut up! God knows I didn't like studying law at all! I studied law to such a high degree just to prove myself! I didn't want to be just a pretty face!" The teacher's confession was truly shocking. After all, just to prove herself, to spite someone, she spent so many years studying a subject she didn't like, and even graduated from graduate school. It seems Teacher Hua has quite a strong personality! After finishing her speech, the teacher chugs down half a glass of beer and orders another.

"Don't say that! Teacher...ah! No...Sister Hua Ping, the legal system you teach is very organized!

It doesn't leave people knowing the 'what' but not the 'why'!" This praise wasn't flattery, but genuine. However, this teaching method is suitable for university lecturers or professors, not for tutors. Of course, I didn't say that.

"Hehe...but...I'm not really suited to teaching tutoring classes!" The teacher actually blurted out that. It was truly astonishing. Although it was indeed true, who would be so ungrateful as to say such a thing to a teacher? At this moment, the waiter brought over another glass of beer, and Teacher Hua took another sip.

"How could that be? Taking Sister Hua Ping's class is quite rewarding!" I hurriedly tried to change the subject!

To talk more about the teacher's good points. Although I wanted to stop her from drinking, I didn't know how to stop her.

"Haha! Are you talking about seeing my good figure?" After taking a swig of beer, Teacher Hua once again blurted out such a shocking statement.

"Sister Hua Ping, you've had too much to drink!" I wanted to stop Teacher Hua from continuing to drink and talk.

I reached out to stop Teacher Hua from drinking more, but unexpectedly, she pulled me, and I lost my balance, falling onto her body. My face touched Teacher Hua's full breasts. Especially with that bump, one of Ms. Hua's buttons was ripped off, revealing that she was wearing a deep red bra. Her deep cleavage exuded an alluring attraction.

I hurriedly tried to pull my head away, but Ms. Hua held it tightly, pressing it against her chest: "Haha!

My breasts are great, aren't they? Hehe..."

"Ugh," I was really struggling to breathe, especially in this situation. My desire was ignited, but although this was a private room, it was still a teahouse! And Ms. Hua already had a boyfriend!

"Haha...that's how it is...the teaching methods aren't suitable for tutoring classes, plus my slightly lively attire has made me a 'pretty face' again...competitive colleagues say so, my colleagues in the same firm say so...even he said, 'Why do I dress like that for class? Why don't I just teach the key points and exam questions?' Haha...sob sob..." The teacher started laughing and crying at the same time.

I still managed to pull my head away from the teacher's fatally attractive valley. After some pulling, the teacher's clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition, three or four buttons were missing, and her entire chest was exposed. It really made people want to pounce on her. I'm not a saint, and it would be a lie to say I didn't want to. It's just that this really isn't a good place.

No matter what, whether I want to push the teacher down or not, this is not the right place. So I half-coaxed and half-forced the teacher to put on her coat and dragged her away from here. The teacher seemed to be drunk, and I couldn't let her go home by herself at this critical moment. Taking advantage of my teacher's drunkenness, I asked where she lived, hailed a taxi, and took her home. Perhaps due to intoxication, she didn't cry or make a fuss in the car; she just nestled obediently in my arms.

After arriving home, I learned she lived in an apartment building. I took the key from her purse, opened the door, and went inside. Judging from the furnishings, she likely lived alone, but there was no one else there. I couldn't just leave her like that, given her drunken state. Of course, another reason was that I also coveted her beauty. While I didn't intend to take advantage of her, I still wanted to steal a few kisses and touches, to take advantage of her a little. That's what I was really thinking at the time, but I overestimated my self-control and misjudged the extent of her intoxication. I carried her, completely unconscious, to the master bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Instead of rushing to take advantage of her, I looked around and saw a photo of her intimately posing with another man. The man hugged the teacher from behind, and her face was beaming with happiness. It must be the man who always picked her up after class!

Her boyfriend? But last time, the teacher left alone, and I didn't see him. What happened?

Of course, I couldn't figure it out, and it had nothing to do with my purpose. I'd better take advantage of her while she's drunk!

I took off her jacket and her shirt, which was missing three or four buttons. Her deep red bra, covering her full breasts, was revealed before me.

I picked her up and kissed her neck and earlobes from behind. My hands, through the bra, caressed her breasts—they were incredibly soft.

My kisses traveled down her neck, gently unhooking her bra. The tightly bound bra bounced off, revealing her full, white breasts, and her pale brown nipples were already erect. This only fueled my lust. My hands caressed her full breasts from behind, while my mouth continued kissing her back.

"Mmm...ah..." Soft moans escaped her lips intermittently, her body growing hotter.

Believing it was just an instinctive reaction, that she was still unaware, I confidently continued caressing her breasts and kissing her back. I kissed her from top to bottom, then back up. I turned her around, kissing her cheeks, red as apples from intoxication, yet soft as peaches.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah..." Kissing her face seemed to elicit a stronger response, her moans growing longer.

When I kissed her full, cherry-red lips, although they smelled of alcohol, it wasn't the stench of alcohol, but rather a mellow, sweet taste. Of course, this was because it came from a beautiful woman; if it had come from an older man, it would have smelled like alcohol. It was simply a psychological effect on her physiology caused by visual stimulation.

While kissing my teacher, I kept my eyes closed, relying solely on my tongue for sensation. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, sucking and swirling it around. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but suddenly I felt her tongue take over, sucking on mine. When the sensation intensified, I abruptly opened my eyes to find her drowsy, drunken eyes.

This truly startled me! She was awake? What should I do?

Just as I was wondering what to do about this sudden change, she embraced me and continued kissing me. I didn't know why she was doing this, but since she didn't push me away, why not continue?

After a deep kiss, I moved my kisses down her neck, collarbone, her full breasts, and her alluring nipples. She simply held me, letting me caress and nibble at her body, letting out soft moans.

I unzipped the teacher's tight skirt, and she cooperated by bending her legs, allowing me to easily remove it.

She wasn't wearing stockings, so after removing the skirt, I saw a pair of deep red panties and a pair of full, yet slender, flawless white feet. I could already feel the panties were wet. Even through the panties

, when I touched the teacher's opening, "Ah... um..." the teacher's moans suddenly changed, her breathing becoming heavier; and when I pressed in, they suddenly intensified , "Ah ... But now wasn't the time to worry about such things. Regardless of whether it was drunken misbehavior or not, since I had the opportunity, how could I let it slip by? So I unceremoniously pulled down the teacher's panties and immediately buried my face between her legs, sucking on the sweet and salty vaginal fluid flowing from her. I parted her labia and probed with my tongue, which stimulated her even more, resulting in an even stronger moan, "Ahhhhhh..." My hands and tongue enjoyed the most primal pleasure, but my penis remained stubbornly erect, not yet exerting itself, already painfully swollen. I could no longer restrain myself; my initial thought of just taking advantage of the teacher was now overwhelmed by lust. What I wanted was to possess the teacher's body... I took off my shirt, pants, and finally even my underwear, my erect penis throbbing eagerly, as if rejoicing in liberation and warming up for the upcoming act. After aligning myself, I gently pushed forward, sending my burning, erect member into the teacher's warm, moist cave. There were no major obstacles, and I entered her body smoothly. During my penetration, the teacher didn't groan loudly, only clenching her teeth, her body trembling, emitting soft, drawn-out moans, "Mmm...ah...ah...mmm..." During thrusting, she only became slightly louder, without the earlier moans. Although I couldn't understand why she didn't groan more intensely, my mind was no longer focused on understanding, but rather on my instinctive member, having tasted the pleasure. Therefore, I gripped her waist and continued thrusting. The teacher completely cooperated, letting me enter and exit her body. Although she didn't groan loudly, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. Even when I changed positions, entering from behind, she was very compliant, pressing her hands against the bed, raising her hips, allowing me to enter from behind. This position, which allowed for deeper penetration, enabled me to experience greater pleasure. The teacher, who had initially only moaned softly, gradually loosened her grip due to the increased depth, her moans becoming louder and more suggestive of pleasure. After returning to the original position, the teacher lay on the bed and held me even tighter than before, which spurred me to thrust even more vigorously. After countless thrusts, the teacher's already high-pitched moans grew even louder, and she held me even tighter. Amidst a violent tremor in the teacher, I could no longer restrain myself and, despite not using protection, ejaculated inside her.

The teacher held me tightly, letting me ejaculate inside her. Although I didn't know why, I saw tears streaming down her face.

I kissed away her tears with pity. As I kissed away her tears, her voice seemed to choke: "Peng... I've finally waited for you again... You're willing to hold me again... You... You've admitted I'm not just a pretty face, right... Right..." What... what is this? Was the teacher... drunk and incoherent? What does being a pretty face have to do with whether her boyfriend hugs her or not? I didn't know, but it only made me feel more heartbroken and sorry for her. I continued to kiss away her tears, tears mixed with the scent of perfume, no longer simply salty, but no longer so real and hot, yet still carrying the taste of sadness and sorrow.

The teacher seemed to relax and fell into a deep sleep. Although I was also exhausted, I still couldn't sleep, nor could I sleep; I still had to leave. But what should I do in this situation? I didn't know that when the teacher woke up, she would probably find out that I was the one who had a relationship with her! If I really had to take legal responsibility or if the teacher needed me to do something, I wouldn't run away. With a determined heart, I found the teacher's phone and entered my number.

After washing up, I got dressed. Before leaving, I covered the teacher with a blanket, kissed her lips, and left her place. Back home, I studied while waiting for the moment of judgment.

But there was still no news. Since the final review classes were over, there was no need or excuse to go to cram school or go to Kaohsiung. Only on the eve of the special judicial exam did I receive a brief message, a very simple message: "Good luck on the exam!" It was from an unfamiliar number, but I knew it must have been from Teacher Hua.

I didn't respond or call back the teacher; after all, at this point, I believed that only my results could be my response to her.

But saying nice things is one thing, but I still failed… failed… There was no point in going back to cram school, and I was even more ashamed to face Teacher Hua. Ms. Hua Ping didn't contact me about what happened that day. All she gave me was that dreamlike memory and a text message saying, "Good luck on your exam!" I considered calling her, but all I got was the reply that the number was no longer in use…

[The End]

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