The teacher's strange behavior

Many people have strange and unknown wonderful experiences. I thought I was just an ordinary person,

and I never doubted this since I was old enough to understand. Until that day,

"Ms. Rao Yingfang from Class 1, you have a visitor in the reception room. Ms. Rao Yingfang from Class 1, please come to the reception room

."

"What the hell? Who's annoying me during lunch break?"

In order to prepare for the semester test papers, I even had to eat lunch while looking for data. And now this

unexpected trouble has appeared. I closed my lunchbox with annoyance and muttered to myself.

"Could it be that crazy parent-teacher association president again?"

Stepping out of the teacher's office, my high heels clicked on the floor.

"I think her surname is Zhou? No, no, I think her surname is Zhang."

At the top and bottom of the stairs, there was a mirror for neat appearance. I stopped and looked at myself. I

'm twenty-nine years old this year. Since I came to this vocational high school, I've entered my fifth year. Every day I deal with students and school officials

. The enthusiasm I had at the beginning has long since disappeared. It's just class and break class, class and break class.

"Sigh, I don't even have time to have a boyfriend."

Actually, I'm quite beautiful. Even with makeup, my features are still quite delicate. With a 7:3 body proportion,

I should be a model. If it weren't for my father's civil service job and the burden of my scholarly family background,

I would have carefully examined myself. My legs are my proudest feature. Unfortunately, I'm a teacher

. If I wore a miniskirt, my round, firm hips and slender legs would surely captivate many

men . Plus, with my fair skin, why doesn't a woman like me have a boyfriend?

I've been angry about this more than once. Blame it on this suffocating job. The rule is that "female teachers

must dress simply and not wear excessive makeup." What does "excessive" mean? Even applying lipstick gets me pointed at. If

it weren't for that... Oh no!

"Oh dear! The reception room!" I quickly stopped my self-pity and hurried towards the reception room. In

the reception room , a man, about 40 years old, dressed in a sharp suit, sat on the sofa.

"I'm sorry I'm late." The man bowed slightly. I chose to sit to his left.

"May I ask who you are?"

I then noticed that he had a ponytail and blond hair. For a middle-aged man, this kind of attire told me that

he must work in the arts. Working in the arts sounds quite romantic.

"Are you Professor Rao?"

"Yes."

"Excuse me for disturbing your rest time, I am Jin Yaoming's father."

He handed me a business card. It bore the title of Chairman of the 'Mind Science Research Committee'. Both the names of Jin Zhaohui and

his son had a slightly money-grubbing connotation.

"Oh, it's Mr. Jin. Is there anything I can help you with today?"

Jin Yaoming had always been an excellent student. Parents usually visited the school because their children had committed serious

offenses, but I couldn't recall this model student having any problematic behavior, which puzzled me

.

"Please don't misunderstand, my son has always been a source of peace of mind regarding his academic performance, but recently... well, this matter

is truly embarrassing to discuss."

"Mr. Jin, please speak frankly."

"Alright! I'll just say it directly. Actually, I found this in his drawer a few days ago."

He hesitated slightly, then slowly took a small brown paper bag from his suit pocket.

"This is...?"

"Teacher Rao, it's alright if you open it."

What could be inside? Could it be something like a fake lizard or cockroach used for children's pranks?

The thought gave me the creeps, but I didn't want to be seen as a coward in front of this man.

"Ah, this is..."

After a drowsy afternoon of classes, I dragged my tired body home.

"Ah, so tired."

I yawned and collapsed onto the bed without a second thought. Just as I was about to get a good night's sleep, the phone rang.

"Hello, is this Yingfang?"

"Oh, Yuzi, it's you."

"We're having a party at home tomorrow night, are you coming?"

"I have midterms tomorrow, and I have tutoring tonight, I can't get away."

"Come on! My husband specially found a few guys, they're all quite handsome!"

"I'll think about it some more, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay! Think about it carefully!"

Oh my god! Everyone else is going to have fun tomorrow, and I still have tutoring. Final exams are coming up soon, I don't have

time to play now. Besides, my students are lagging behind, there aren't many good students, kids these days

love to play. After taking off my clothes, I need to take a nice hot shower, a white piece of paper fell out of my pocket.

I bent to pick it up, and the words "Mind Science Research Committee" in big letters came into view. Mr. Jin seemed quite refined

; appearances can be deceiving. He didn't look like someone who worked in this industry at all.

"Ah, this is..."

That was the necklace I'd been searching for. It was a heart-shaped amber necklace, intricately carved with patterns and studded with several small diamonds.

"Originally, I also thought that besides being unique, this necklace wasn't anything particularly strange about it, until a few days ago when I

passed by Yaoming's room and saw him muttering something about it..."

"Muttering something?"

"Yes."

"Could you tell me?"

"Uh, this..."

"Mr. Jin, I'm very curious. Please tell me." He hesitated for a moment, then took the necklace from his hand,

pondered , and lowered his head so I couldn't see his expression.

"Alright then! Professor Rao, if you don't mind, I'll tell you the truth. He did this..."

Mr. Jin raised his right arm and began to shake the necklace. The amber heart-shaped necklace swayed from side to side. His

posture was elegant and composed. I was suspicious of his actions and couldn't help but watch his movements.

"Professor Rao, look closely at this necklace."

"Uh, okay."

"This pendant is so beautiful it will make you forget your stress and constraints.

" "

It's getting dark, and you'll soon feel tired.

"

"You'll enter your subconscious and forget who you are now."

"

You're sleepy now. After you fall asleep, I will be your master, your master.

"

"

Snap!"

After a long while, I realized I was soaking naked in the bathtub. The water was cold. I couldn't help but think about

what happened at noon, but my mind was completely blank. I vaguely remembered him picking up the necklace. What happened next?

The phone in the living room rang again. I had to get out of the bathtub quickly; now was not the time to be sick.

"Hello."

"

Hello, who is this?"

"It's me."

"Who are you?"

"I am your master."

"What a lunatic! Boring!"

With a snap, I slammed the phone down.

"Crazy! There are still such boring people this late."

I opened the refrigerator in annoyance, wanting to drink a beer to cool down.

"Ring ring ring ring"

"Who is it this time?"

"Hello."

""

"Who are you looking for?"

"You naughty girl, how dare you hang up on your master."

"Who...who are you?"

""

In this quiet night, this phone call sent chills down my spine.

"Hello! If you don't speak, I'm hanging up!"

"Slap!"

""

"Hehe, Teacher Rao, what are you wearing now!"

"It's a bathrobe."

"Very good, I want you to slowly undo your belt."

My hands went awry, the belt fell down, and my fair body was faintly visible.

"Now, tell me, are your breasts beautiful?"

"They are beautiful."

"You bastard, you have to describe them!"

"My breasts are full and elastic, my areolas are light pink, and my skin is fair and tender."

"No! I want you to say it with a lewd and sexy tone!"

"Yes, yes, my breasts are very firm, my nipples are slowly hardening, so soft."

My right hand lifted my left breast, my nails digging deeply into it.

"Very good, take off your bathrobe."

"Okay, I've taken it off."

"Teacher Rao, is your pubic hair black?"

"My pubic hair is thick and dense, very thick and black."

"Put your hand on your vulva!"

I was getting a little hot, and my left hand familiarly touched my clitoris.

"Ah, it's already wet."

"Hehe, I knew I hadn't misjudged you, Teacher Rao, you're really a slut to the bone!"

As if I were in a fog, a warm and comfortable feeling welled up in my heart, and my lower body gradually began to change strangely

.

"Tell me, you'll use your fingers to dig there, right?"

"Yes, I'd love to, oh." My fingers touched the sensitive

protrusion , and a fire ignited there.

"Are you wet?"

"Oh, yes, very wet."

I said something embarrassing.

"That's enough, stop! We still have tomorrow!"

The phone beeped. Suddenly, everything became clear. I stared at my

naked body, unable to explain why fingers were inserted into my genitals, or the wet stains on the sheets.

It was like a dream, no doubt about it. Only this could explain all the strange phenomena before me.

"Ugh, I must have had that kind of dream."

The next day, the day of the midterm exams, I walked into the classroom carrying a stack of test papers. The students took their seats, their faces serious

.

"Class monitor, distribute the test papers."

A faint chuckle came from between the seats.

"What are you laughing at? Anyone who fails the average score this time will stay for tutoring every Saturday!"

Another muffled, deliberately suppressed laugh came from the classroom. I remembered the inexplicable scene from last night,

fearing it was just my imagination, which made me uneasy. The students were all writing furiously with their heads down. The huge classroom was so

quiet you could hear a pin drop. I walked around the aisle between the seats, carefully making the sound of my high heels, and unconsciously

arrived at the last row. That refined, familiar face caught my eye—it was Jin Yaoming.

This student always ranks at the top of his class, consistently the first to hand in his paper during exams, but his current

state worries me.

"Jin, why aren't you answering the questions?"

I leaned down and asked softly. Startled from his reverie, he looked up.

"Teacher, I don't know any of them."

"None of them?"

"Yes! These questions aren't in the textbook."

No way! Even the model student can't answer these questions—I need to check!

"This...this is a third-grade exam paper!!"

Instantly, I realized all the students were staring at me. This was so embarrassing, I felt like dying. I must have

grabbed the wrong exam paper in my haste.

"Uh, teacher, I grabbed the wrong exam paper. I'm so sorry. Class monitor, please take the papers back. I

'll go get the correct one."

I must have turned bright red. I felt both annoyed and angry. How could I be so absent-minded? No,

I had to pull myself together. The class monitor handed back the collected test papers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I didn't dare

linger for another second, and mustered my courage to walk towards the door.

"Bang!"

I

felt frozen, my feet glued to the floor, that disorienting feeling of being lost in a fog washing over me again.

"Ah, the teacher isn't moving!

" "Really! She's really not moving!!"

"Amazing, so magical!"

"I thought it was impossible, the teacher looks like she's asleep."

"She's not asleep! Her eyes are still open!"

I seemed to hear the students clamoring.

"Class, please be quiet. Do you want to see a magic show?"

The voice behind me sounded warm and familiar.

"Okay, do you want to see the teacher like a woman in an adult film?"

"Liar! The teacher won't!"

"Okay! Hurry up!"

"Really?"

The atmosphere around me was hot, and I didn't quite understand why, but I felt someone approaching me.

"Teacher, please sit on the lectern."

I really wanted to sit on that lectern. That's it, this is it.

"Hehe, see, the teacher listens to me, doesn't she?"

"Wow!"

"Really!"

"Teacher, open your legs, everyone's waiting to see what color your panties are!"

My legs seemed to be pulled, my short skirt was stretched open, not only was the color of my panties clearly visible, but even the lace pattern

was on full display.

"Oh, so the teacher likes this light green panties."

"There's a little black in the middle."

"It's semi-transparent!"

"Everyone come over and look at where the teacher is showing."

Several pairs of eyes full of curiosity, greed, and thirst were all focused on my genitals, and I felt like I was melting.

"Teacher, take off your clothes!"

"No, no, slowly."

"That's it, let's unbutton them first!"

I unbuttoned them one by one, inexplicably wanting my soon-to-be-exposed breasts to be seen immediately.

My breasts popped out from under my shirt, a light green bra covering my snow-white breasts.

"Teacher, you like being seen here, don't you?"

"Yes, I like having my breasts displayed in front of others."

"Great, you'll have sex with each of us today!"

"Hmm, I want you to roughly enter Teacher's body."

I couldn't remember the name of the student who had been talking to me. My body seemed to soften, and I

could feel my nipples hardening inside my bra.

"Now you can take off your bra."

I desperately wanted to be exposed; even being completely naked would make me happier.

"Finally, I see Teacher's breasts!"

"Such beautiful breasts!"

"I can't believe it."

These words seemed to be the best compliments.

"Teacher, you're so beautiful. Ah Shun, help her take off her panties too!"

The student called Ah Shun had a baby face; I had no recollection of him. He clumsily pulled down my panties

, his eyes glancing at my breasts as he did so. I thought he probably wanted to suck on my pink nipples; perhaps he

fantasized about his mother's breasts too! I watched his movements; my bright black pubic hair was now completely

exposed . The students erupted in another uproar, a few bolder ones squatting between their legs, staring intently at my vulva, which filled me with shame

.

"Our usually stern teacher is surprisingly lush here, look, it's all wet."

"Wow, the vulva the teacher has always dreamed of, now we can see it clearly."

"Mmm, it smells so good, even here smells sweet."

The burning gazes of these brats made me feel wanton; deep within my vulva, like a river bursting its banks, clear, viscous

nectar flowed continuously.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore!"

One of the students unzipped his pants and began masturbating in front of my snow-white, tender body. The others also

revealed their "treasures," a strong smell of uric acid filling the air, some rubbing their heads against their thighs

.

"Great, this class we'll turn our usually strict, beautiful teacher into a plaything!"

a familiar voice said with a hint of contempt. Like a command, the students began to touch me. Instantly, many hands covered

my body . My already disheveled top and skirt were torn off by forces from all directions.

I couldn't tell whose hands were playing with my breasts or roughly forcing their penises into my mouth. Suddenly,

the naked body of the female teacher in the classroom became the target of all the students' play. I didn't want to resist at all. Subconsciously, I wanted the pleasure of being

bullied and raped to overwhelm my senses.

I squinted my eyes, and several faces moved in front of me. My lips were pressed tightly together, and the childish breath brushed against my face.

The slight pain from my breasts aroused a tingling sensation in my mammary glands.

"Teacher, let me have sex with you first!"

I seemed to hear someone say this, and then I felt the flesh walls inside my vagina being stretched open.

"Oh, it feels so good, teacher. I'm finally inside you."

"So tight, teacher. Although I'm not a virgin..."

I wanted to shout: "Move faster! Thrust hard, I'll be grateful!" But a stinky, horny penis was

stuffed in my mouth, and I couldn't make a sound.

"Ah Mao! Move your butt!"

"Ah Mao, I didn't expect you to beat me to it! I'm second in line!"

"Okay, Ah Guo, I'll go after you."

"Look, the teacher seems to be enjoying it!"

"Old teacher, it's so warm inside."

"Ah, it feels so good."

"Ah Mao, you're useless, get out of here, let me do it."

The gradually shrinking penis was pulled out, and another swollen, hard thing rushed into my genitals.

"Ugh, oh, uh-huh."

"Look! The teacher made a sound."

"This bastard, usually so fierce, now I'll fuck you to pieces."

The face sucking on my nipple blocked his face, and his hand lifted my buttocks, penetrating very deeply.

<

Ah, it's hitting my cervix.>

"Ah Guo, hurry up! There are still many people behind."

"No, no, I'm almost there. Ah, ah."

"I shot."

At the

same time, a thick liquid was injected into my mouth, so much that I couldn't drink it down, and some of it seeped from the corner of my mouth.

Someone even grabbed my left hand, making me touch the engorged corpus cavernosum; its heat and size made my hand seem small

.

"Please come in quickly, please!"

"Oh, right, harder!"

"Teacher's...it's so wet!"

"Big Fatty, don't be so rough, the lectern will collapse!"

I felt dizzy, my legs were forcefully spread open, and this enormous object was almost too much for me.

"Ah, it's so full, I'm dying!"

"This thing...oh no, I can't take it anymore!"

Ding ding ding, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I slowly raised my head,

only to see the afternoon sun shining obliquely in, momentarily blinding me. Where am I?

"Huh! How did I fall asleep in the classroom?"

Some students weren't in their seats. Right, today is the midterm exam, the day of the semester tests.

"Oh no, I actually fell asleep."

I didn't sleep well last night, and I didn't expect to fall asleep at this crucial moment. I wonder if the head of discipline saw me.

"Teacher!"

"What is it?"

"Can we hand in our exam papers

now?" "Uh, yes, those who have finished, please hand them in to me."

The students handed in their exam papers one by one, and in a short while, I was the only one left in the classroom.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me these past few days? I still have several tests to go, and my head is still spinning."

After tidying up my exam papers, I hurriedly ran back to the teacher's office.

"Teacher Rao."

Oh no, it's the head of discipline.

"Uh, is there something wrong?"

This notorious old pervert in the whole school looked around for a while, leaned close to my ear and whispered:

"Teacher Rao, your shirt isn't buttoned up properly."

"Ah!"

I looked down and saw that the two front buttons were buttoned in the wrong holes, revealing a glimpse of my cleavage. I was

immediately my face turned bright red.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Heh, quite voluptuous!"

The old lecher stared at my breasts with a half-smile, slowly turning and walking out of the professor's office. His words made me

feel uneasy all over; a dull ache and numbness crept into my lower body.

"What on earth is going on?!"

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