Taming the Arrogant Female Music Teacher

Huang Zhuozhi, 22 years old, is pursuing a Diploma in Education at a second-tier university in Hong Kong, majoring in Music and Performing Arts.

For the past nine weeks, Zhuozhi has been working as a student teacher at a prestigious secondary school on Hong Kong Island. This school, located on a hill in the Southern District, was founded by a well-known Hong Kong organization, and its students are mostly from wealthy families. Every morning, the sloping road leading to the school gate is filled with luxury cars.

Nine weeks ago, Zhuozhi began her internship.

On her first day, she wore a lake-blue suit skirt. This outfit attracted the attention of every passenger in the luxury cars. Her long skirt was somewhat tight, pushing up her hips; from behind, Zhuozhi's apple-shaped buttocks were alluring to every pair of eyes.

Huang Zhuozhi's bust is usually a front-fastening, compression style, which evens out the excess fat on her abdomen and makes her already small figure appear even higher.

Under the April morning sun, she walked into the school gate. Having received praise from her teachers and parents since childhood, she always considered herself a high achiever and thus always thought of herself as the center of attention, displaying arrogance towards disadvantaged students and colleagues.

For the past nine weeks, she had been constantly thinking about how to become a permanent staff member at the school. If she could become a permanent degree-granting teacher, she could definitely impress her students.

These days, newly hired teachers are often assigned to contract positions by the school, which means more work, a lower salary (several thousand dollars less), and an annual contract. Permanent teachers, on the other hand, have more job security; as long as they don't commit criminal or indecent offenses, they should be able to work until retirement.

During her nine-week internship, she not only had to appear more diligent than the incumbent teachers at all times, but also had to cultivate good relationships with everyone.

One student in her Form 4 class could potentially be a huge asset to her.

According to her colleagues, Mo Weicong was the child of a high-ranking school official. This boy had already achieved a piano performance grade before entering secondary school and could play more than ten instruments. He could compose orchestral pieces and conduct an orchestra. He was always silent in class.

The only thing that elicited a response from Mo Weicong was his voice. Whether it was the screams of classmates playing or the sharp sound of chalk fingernails scraping against the blackboard, everything made him nervous. If he heard the screeching of knives and forks scraping against dishes, his face would contort.

Huang Zhuozhi, knowing Mo Weicong's characteristics from his previous teacher, was brimming with confidence and always believed she could tame him.

Unexpectedly, Huang Zhuozhi, whose piano skills were mediocre, singing was average, and teaching was poor, didn't anger this young Mozart.

In class, sometimes when Huang Zhuozhi played a wrong note, Mo Weicong would only chuckle to himself, seemingly lost in thought. After

nine weeks, Huang Zhuozhi completed her internship, and the students held a farewell party, which the school's higher-ups attended as usual.

"Everyone, remember to continue studying hard after I leave. Don't worry about me; I'll come back to visit you often," Huang Zhuozhi said in her prepared speech. "I think your school is the best, and I hope to have the opportunity to teach you all here again in the future." Many students watched the school's higher-ups' reactions at that moment.

"We thank Teacher Huang for her hard work during this time. We hope that Teacher Huang will continue to benefit the education community," a senior school official replied in a bureaucratic tone.

The former teacher, worried about losing her position, felt somewhat relieved upon hearing this and immediately bowed and fawned over the school officials, offering them food.

After the formalities of eating the cakes and taking photos, only Mo Weicong and Huang Zhuozhi remained in the music room.

"Teacher Huang, thank you for your teaching these past nine weeks. I've spent the most time in this music room, so I'll tidy it up to avoid troubling the school staff. Please pack your things first," Mo Weicong began. "This is our first conversation. I thought you, this rising star of the music world, didn't like me," Huang Zhuozhi said.

"I also enjoy your classes; music is my future direction. Besides, what are your plans after your internship?" Mo Weicong rarely showed concern for others. "We'll go back to the university's Faculty of Education, and we can start looking for jobs around June or July." "According to other teachers, it's been difficult for prospective teachers to find jobs these past few years. I wish you find your ideal job soon." Mo Weicong's conversation seemed to have been rehearsed beforehand.

"After today, you'll be leaving. Let's have a four-hand piano duet." In the center of the music room, there was a piano. Mo Weicong took Huang Zhuozhi's hand and led her to it.

"This piano has a pretty good tone. Let's play Mozart's KV521."

Mo Weicong had played this piece countless times, memorizing every note, and his technique was excellent. Huang Zhuozhi could only handle ordinary pieces and had to look at the sheet music, making it very difficult

for her to play. "Hey, Mo, your piano skills are truly amazing!" The always competitive Huang Zhuozhi conceded defeat.

"Ms. Huang, I was thinking, I could ask my uncle to hire you as the head teacher of the orchestra. Then you could join as a permanent teacher. If I were the conductor, winning awards would be a piece of cake, and becoming a professor or even vice-principal wouldn't be difficult either," Mo Weicong said, adjusting his glasses with his right hand.

"The problem is: Ms. Huang, besides the piano, what other instruments can you play? As the head teacher, you probably can't allow your members to be better than you," Mo Weicong's tone suggested a higher-up.

His gaze fell on the mint-green bra peeking through Huang Zhuozhi's shirt. That mint-green hue was like cotton candy, tempting a greedy child. He looked away. "Come on, let's play the harp in the music room," Mo Weicong said, pulling Huang Zhuozhi's hand and leading her to the music room connected to the main music room.

This middle school was not only larger than most, but also had a substantial donation from the school board, providing over ten music rooms for students to practice their instruments.

Inside the music room stood a harp. It was champagne gold and as tall as an adult.

The music room, with its walls lined with soundproofing, was so quiet you could hear your own pulse. "Ms. Huang, why don't you play a little? You'd be beautiful playing the harp," Huang Zhuozhi smiled, took off her suit jacket, and sat down at the harp, about to begin.

Her playing was mediocre, with many wrong notes and off-key performances, but Mo Weicong didn't frown as usual. "Your hands aren't very big, you can stand a little closer to the harp. Your shoulders are too stiff, you need to relax," Mo Weicong said, standing behind her, seemingly instructing his teacher.

"Greek statues are always half-naked playing the harp," he whispered in Zhuozhi's ear.

Mo Weicong's voice was soft, and this bold student, his tongue tracing kisses on his teacher's earlobe and the back of her neck, his hand already fastened three shirt buttons, made Huang Zhuozhi's heart race.

The female teacher's hands trembled slightly, unable to continue playing. She said, "You can't do this, Mo." "Teacher Huang, didn't you want to continue teaching here? You know, if I ask my uncle, the chances are very high." Mo Weicong spoke like an adult; he knew this woman's weakness.

Huang Zhuozhi didn't answer, letting Weicong do as he pleased.

Zhuozhi was only wearing a front-fastening mint green bra. If she were to wear a thin veil, it wouldn't be hard to imagine her as a Greek goddess.

In this state, it was very difficult for Huang Zhuozhi to continue playing.

"I only learned the basics of the harp many years ago. I'm afraid I can't play it," Zhuozhi pleaded.

"I'll teach you. I'm a very good music teacher," Mo Weicong grinned maliciously, unhooking Huang Zhuozhi's bra. He hung the bra on the harp's wooden frame, removed the mint green bra, and Huang Zhuozhi crossed her arms, clearly having lost confidence.

Mo Weicong didn't mind; at this moment, he could focus on teaching, proving he truly was a better music teacher. He gently pushed Teacher Huang's body forward, her nipples pressed against the strings. "Like this, feel the harp's tone," Weicong began to play.

He intentionally wanted Teacher Huang to know his skill. When he played certain notes, the vibrations of the strings stimulated her still-sensitive nipples, varying the tempo, sometimes even the areolas felt the gentle caress of the strings.

Huang Zhuozhi, who had considerable sexual experience, was enjoying a feeling she had never experienced before. Unconsciously, she moved in rhythm with the harp, letting the strings caress her nipples. After a few minutes of stimulation, Huang Zhuozhi's blush spread to her neck, and she wanted to put a pair of pacifiers into a baby's mouth.

Mo Weicong, seeing Huang Zhuozhi's pleasure, smiled with satisfaction. Huang Zhuozhi's nipples were erect, perhaps yearning for Mo Weicong's suckling.

"The harp might be too difficult for you, so play the harmonica, which even elementary school students can play," he said, taking a harmonica from a drawer in the music room.

Mo Weicong slowly lowered the last line of defense on the female teacher.

Huang Zhuozhi had no way to resist.

First, her tight skirt, then her underwear. "I didn't expect Teacher Huang's underwear to be so inexpensive. Perhaps you think a bra is more helpful for teaching than underwear. Do you think confidence in education comes from breasts?" Mo Weicong said with a smile.

Huang Zhuozhi did indeed think so, and didn't answer.

She really didn't want her student to see the stains on her underwear.

"Sit down." He knew this woman wouldn't resist anymore.

"Open your legs, teacher." Mo Weicong stared intently at Huang Zhuozhi's genitals.

Apart from a gynecological exam, Huang Zhuozhi had never experienced anything so humiliating.

"Teacher's genitals are pretty much the same as many women's. Why don't you shave your pubic hair?" He turned and began playing the harmonica.

For a moment, Huang Zhuozhi thought Mo Weicong wanted her to play the harmonica while having sex.

Perhaps Huang Zhuozhi was willing at that moment.

However, Mo Weicong wouldn't let her off easy. He licked the mouthpiece of the harmonica wet, bent down, and inserted the mouthpiece into Zhuozhi's pubic hairy and lubricated area, her vagina making a "squeak" sound.

Although Huang Zhuozhi wasn't a virgin, the harmonica mouthpiece was flat and thick, causing her slight pain. "Blow. Blow harder." Mo Weicong commanded Zhuozhi. Huang Zhuozhi was clearly not a virgin; her vagina was no longer tight, and with a slippery sheen of vaginal fluid, the mouthpiece fell to the ground.

"Put it back in yourself! Tighten your muscles there, like you're holding back pee! Don't you want me to get the school to hire you? Only teachers popular with students get hired. I'll get all the students to vote for you on the school board," Mo Weicong said.

This twenty-two-year-old woman, her mint-green panties rolled down to her ankles, obediently inserted the mouthpiece into her body.

A cream-colored tube was inserted into her lower body. She desperately squeezed her legs together to produce a sound, but the patch of pubic hair on Huang Zhuozhi's lower abdomen was still visible.

Unable to resist, Zhuozhi took a few deep breaths and used her abdominal muscles to try and play the harmonica through her vagina.

Zhuozhi produced a few untone notes.

Weicong, still unsatisfied, said, "Hands, play the harmonica." Huang Zhuozhi gradually learned to control her lower body muscles and could produce more notes.

A single, out-of-tune note, emerging from the tube beneath Huang Zhuozhi's vagina, traveled through the piano keys and resounded throughout the music room.

The audacious student wasn't satisfied; he not only pushed the keys towards Zhuozhi's hand with his left, but also played with her gradually swelling clitoris with his right.

Those who play instruments are particularly dexterous with their hands.

He used the pads of three fingers of his right hand to tease the music teacher's labia and clitoris.

In less than two minutes, Huang Zhuozhi experienced an orgasm.

Mo Weicong watched with satisfaction as Huang's thighs opened and closed wide with pleasure.

"Hahahaha, out of tune, Teacher Huang, you have to play it again!" Weicong grinned maliciously.

Weicong watched as Huang Zhuozhi experienced two external orgasms. She could no longer control her lower body muscles and had to stop, her face flushed and her mouth agape.

Huang Zhuozhi felt deeply ashamed and probably would never dare to teach students to play the harmonica again.

"Ms. Huang, you can't even play the harmonica properly, how can you lead the school orchestra? Tell me, what instrument are you best at?" Mo Weicong said with a sneer.

Huang Zhuozhi could play very few instruments, most of which were only at the beginner level. She just liked to fill in the instruments she had only superficially learned on her resume to get a higher position.

She knew that her only skill was the piano, so even though she knew that Mo Weicong was an expert, she gritted her teeth and said, "Piano."

"Alright, alright, I knew you would answer piano. You can play a solo piece. Remember, you can't make any mistakes this time." Mo Weicong took the key and opened the door to the piano room. Inside was a grand piano used for the auditorium, which was used for ceremonies or school anniversaries.

Huang Zhuozhi was completely naked, her white body contrasting interestingly with the red velvet on the walls of the piano room. The first piece she played was Cannoning, the one she was most skilled in. This piece was used in the entrance exams for the Royal Academy of Music in London, and anyone with a level six or seven in music could play it with ease.

"As expected, you played this piece, which shows your skill," Mo Weicong sneered. "You must be very confident." At this moment, Mo Weicong lifted Huang Zhuozhi from behind, sweeping the piano chair aside with his right foot.

He had already stripped off his lower body, and a hard object pierced Huang Zhuozhi's body from behind. Huang Zhuozhi was forced to play off-key. She missed half a measure.

"Continue! Don't stop, pay attention to the rhythm! Don't mess it up! Play the chords well!" Mo Weicong was already wielding his baton inside Huang Zhuozhi.

Huang Zhuozhi didn't push him away, continuing to play with all her might. Perhaps it was the previous perverse foreplay, perhaps she knew the benefits her student could bring, or perhaps it was her own need that led to this humiliating performance.

"Pay attention to the rhythm!" he commanded Huang Zhuozhi as he thrust in and out. At this moment, Huang Zhuozhi realized that the conductor's baton within her was moving in and out rhythmically to the beat of Cannonind. When the music was light and cheerful, he would step along easily; when the rhythm was stronger, Mo Weicong would thrust deeper.

Of course, Mo Weicong had memorized the famous score since childhood, and he had known Cannonind by heart since junior high school. However, he probably never thought that Cannonind could help him conquer this arrogant intern teacher. The piece was about twenty-five minutes long, with many variations in dynamics and tempo.

At this moment, with his third climax, Mo Weicong shattered her confidence, which came from her piano skills. Both the music and Huang Zhuozhi crumbled.

At the moment of climax, her screams could be heard throughout the piano room. Her face collapsed onto the keys.

Mo Weicong, satisfied, withdrew his baton. He then turned and took out a Western-style drumstick, repeatedly striking Huang Zhuozhi's buttocks dozens of times. After these blows, Huang Zhuozhi's buttocks resembled a whipped peach.

What pleased Mo Weicong most was the thick, white semen that flowed from her vagina from the repeated beatings.

"If you haven't taken birth control pills, I'll give you money to buy some," he said, tossing down a thousand-yuan bill.

The gold bill landed precisely on Huang Zhuozhi's high heels.

Mo Weicong, pulling up his pants, said, "If you have extra money, buy some better high heels. These make a terrible sound. You

can tell they're cheap. If you want to teach here, you can't be shabby." He straightened his clothes and left the music room, leaving behind a body that had been violated.

Her upper body slumped on the piano keys, still panting. Around 8:30 pm, Huang Zhuozhi finished applying makeup, straightened her clothes, and combed her hair. Carrying a large bag of lesson plans and documents, she bid farewell to the guards and school janitors on duty.

"Goodbye, Ms. Huang, you are very popular with the students! Come back and visit us sometime!" said the school janitor at the school gate.

On the subway, Wong Cheuk-chi thought, "It's good. Thanks to Mok Wai-chung, I should be able to find a teaching job than my classmates. Maybe the school board will help me get promoted here because of the orchestra." She thought that she had many boyfriends, so having one more wouldn't make a difference. In August, Wong Cheuk-chi learned from her students that Mok Wai-chung had gone to Austria to study at a music academy in July. Perhaps he wouldn't come back to Hong Kong.

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