Home Tutor Story

“No. 3, XX Street…”

I muttered to myself as I rode my bike, clutching the slip of paper in one hand. Following the hastily scribbled address, I soon found myself in what looked like a villa district.

“Living so far out, looks like either a country bumpkin or a rich tycoon,”

I thought to myself.

I was a third-year student at N University, so tutoring was inevitable, but this was the first time I'd taken on a CAS in such a remote location.

I felt a bit annoyed with the tutoring agency's mess, but remembering I still owed Zhou Pang five thousand yuan on my old bike, I had to grit my teeth and take it.

I pressed the doorbell and waited a while. A figure emerged from a rather impressive-looking house behind the yard where two bikes were parked.

I thought, “Two cars, they must be quite wealthy; the tutoring fee must be substantial,” and secretly rejoiced.

A Black woman… oh, not Black, just a woman with very dark skin, big eyes, distinct features, and two braids walked towards me. She didn't seem very old.

She asked, "Mayihilpyo?"

Wow! This family even has a Filipino maid. Luckily, I can manage basic English conversation.

After explaining my purpose, the maid nodded, opened the door for me, led me into the house, invited me to sit in the living room, asked what I wanted to drink, and went to the kitchen to prepare it.

I sat alone in the large living room, looking around. The high ceilings, combined with the elegant decor—neither excessive nor shabby—perfectly framed a beautiful living room.

The maid brought me my drink and asked me to wait a moment while she went to inform the master of the house.

Bored on the sofa, I got up and went to admire a few not-so-avant-garde oil paintings on the wall. After a while, I heard someone coming down the stairs behind me. I turned around and saw a woman in her early thirties, holding onto the stair railing, smiling at me.

I quickly stepped forward and introduced myself: "Hello, I'm a college student applying for a tutoring job. My surname is Wang."

The young woman nodded, gestured for me to sit down, walked down the steps, and elegantly sat cross-legged on the sofa opposite me. Her beautiful, white legs were crossed in front of me, and I dared not look too long, staring blankly at her face.

Although this young woman was approaching middle age, she seemed to be well-maintained, without wrinkles, with soft skin, and wore light makeup, giving her an extraordinary air.

The young woman began, "Mr. Wang... uh... Teacher Wang... oh, I don't know how to address you."

I smiled and said, "It's alright, my name is Wang Zhizhong, you can just call me by my name."

The young woman hesitated and said, "Wang... Zhizhong, how about I call you Zhizhong then?"

I nodded noncommittally, feeling that calling someone by their first name on our first meeting seemed too intimate.

The young woman briefly introduced her family to me. She had two daughters, one fifteen years old, just starting junior high, and the other thirteen, still in sixth grade. Her tutor was the older daughter, Lin Shanru, who was in junior high. As mentioned in the tutoring agency's information, she taught math, physics, and chemistry, and the pay was quite high, so I gladly accepted the job.

After the young woman finished speaking, she asked if I had any questions. I said, "Mrs. Lin, how are Lin Shanru's grades at school?"

The young woman raised her hand to stop me, saying before answering my question, "There's something I need to emphasize. Please don't call me Mrs. Lin, especially in front of Shanru. Would you please call me Miss Song?"

I found it a little strange, but I nodded in agreement.

Ms. Song continued, "Shanru is a good student, always ranking in the top three in her class. However, she seems to struggle a bit with math and physics, which is why she finds it difficult. I wonder how you plan to help her improve?"

I pondered for a moment and said, "Well... I'll probably review the lessons taught at school, focusing on the applied principles of math and physics, making sure Shanru fully understands the content. I'll also do some practice problems, and that should be enough."

Ms. Song happily said, "It seems I made the right choice finding you as my teacher."

After chatting for a bit, Ms. Song asked where I lived. I explained that I was currently living in a rented dormitory near the school, leading a simple life.

A short while later, Miss Song stood up, seemingly intending to see me out. I also stood up and said, "Excuse me for disturbing you. When do I start my classes?"

Miss Song looked at me in surprise and said, "Of course, you start today! Are you having trouble? Or should we reschedule?"

I quickly said, "No, no, I thought I was just here to get some information. That's fine too, let me meet Shanru first."

Miss Song nodded and led me up the stairs to the third floor. There were two rooms on the third floor, one for Lin Shanru and the other for her sister, Lin Yiru.

Miss Song knocked on Shanru's door, opened it, and went in. I followed her in, and a strong scent of perfume wafted towards me. I frowned slightly; how could someone so young smell of perfume? A girl was sitting at the desk; it must be Lin Shanru. She had delicate features, long, flowing hair, and looked quite pretty.

Miss Song introduced me to Lin Shanru. I nodded and greeted Shanru. Miss Song asked me to sit down and then left.

I looked at Lin Shanru, who was a little shy, keeping her head down and not saying a word. I said, "Shanru, where are we in school now?"

I started with the main topic, then waited for Shanru to slowly explain the progress of her studies, which opened up the conversation, and we gradually became more familiar with each other.

Not long after, Miss Song personally brought in a plate of fruit. I saw the Filipino maid standing by the door, so I guessed that the maid had brought it upstairs and then Miss Song had brought it in. Miss Song was quite polite.

After Miss Song left, Shanru and I ate the fruit, and I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Shanru, why did your mother tell me to call her Miss Song?"

Shanru's eyes widened and she said, "Really? That's what she said?"

I was completely confused and said, "Yes, she told me to call her Miss Song."

Shanru lowered her head slightly and slowly said, "She's not my mother, she's my aunt."

I looked at Shanru in surprise, listening to her explain the inside story of their family relationship.

It turned out that Miss Song was Shanru's mother's younger sister. Shanru's mother had passed away in a car accident when Shanru was eight years old, and Miss Song had moved into the family to take care of Shanru and her sister Yiru. When Shanru was ten, Miss Song, having grown fond of her, married her brother-in-law, Shanru's father, a young master in the construction industry.

To avoid upsetting Shanru and Yiru, she insisted on not referring to herself as the children's mother, but as Miss Song.

I admired Miss Song's understanding and sacrifice for her niece, and encouraged Shanru to appreciate her aunt's kindness in raising her. Shanru sensibly agreed.

Then the lesson began, and I took my leave after two hours.

I taught like this for a semester, during which I only met Miss Song two or three times. Miss Song always seemed to be sitting alone in the living room, listening to CDs with her head tilted back and eyes closed. She would only open her eyes and smile and nod when I entered the living room, but I had never met Shanru's father, Mr. Lin.

When winter break arrived, Shanru had passed her final exams with outstanding results. Miss Song happily invited me to her home for dinner to thank me, and I accepted the invitation.

In the magnificent dining room sat Miss Song, Shanru, and Shanru's younger sister, Yiru. I only had a vague impression of Yiru before, but after sitting down opposite her and looking at her closely, I realized that although Yiru was two years younger than Shanru, she was also a beauty, with a refined and elegant appearance, though her beauty was tinged with a touch of childishness.

The Filipino maid bustled about until all the food was on the table. Just as she was about to leave, Miss Song asked the maid to sit down and eat with us. It was then that I learned the maid's name was Irene. Miss Song didn't treat her like a servant; she was as warm and welcoming as family.

During the meal, I chatted happily with the four women from the Lin family. Miss Song even asked Irene to open a bottle of red wine for us to drink together, and she also asked Irene to join in. By the end of the meal, Miss Song, Irene, and I were all quite drunk.

Shanru clamored to drink some wine, and Yiru chimed in playfully. Since Miss Song and I were both drunk, we vaguely agreed. The two girls ran to the basement and got two more bottles of wine. Irene opened them, and the five of us drank wine, banging on our bowls and plates and singing—the atmosphere was joyful and lively.

Around nine o'clock in the evening, Shanru and Yiru actually fell asleep at the dining table. Yilin stumbled and cleared the dishes to the kitchen. Miss Song collapsed onto the sofa to rest. I checked my watch, intending to say goodbye and return to my dormitory. I went to the sofa and nudged Miss Song's arm, calling, "Miss Song, Miss Song."

Miss Song mumbled a couple of "uh-huhs" in her sleep, and was woken up by my nudge. After hearing that I was leaving, she frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "Don't keep calling me Miss Song. My name is Suzhen. Just call me Suzhen, okay? Please take Shanru and Yiru back to their rooms. I can't go on like this. Sigh, how can this house function without a man..."

I couldn't stand still, so I sat down on the floor next to the sofa and casually asked, "Where's Mr. Lin? I've never seen him before?"

Suzhen bit her lower lip, and suddenly tears streamed down her face. I was startled. Suzhen said, "Actually, Qingyan hasn't been back for a long time."

Qingyan is Shanru's father and also Song Suzhen's husband.

I asked, puzzled, "He didn't come back? This is his home!"

Suzhen, unable to contain her grief, turned and sobbed on my shoulder, "His home was gone the day his sister passed away!"

Hearing Suzhen's explanation, I finally understood why I had never seen Shanru's father, Lin Qingyan.

It turned out that Lin Qingyan loved his wife deeply, and the two married behind the Lin family's back, facing strong opposition from Lin Qingyan's family. Even after the birth of their two daughters, Shanru and Yiru, and due to the Lin family's preference for sons, it was impossible for her to return to the Lin family business.

After Suzhen's sister, Song Yihong, passed away, Lin Qingyan married Song Suzhen because of the children. The Lin family was furious and could not forgive Lin Qingyan's betrayal.

They made things difficult for Lin Qingyan, preventing him from working and supporting himself, forcing him to divorce his wife and return home. Lin Qingyan had no choice but to agree to return home to work, on the condition that he maintain the family of Shanru, Yiru, and Suzhen, a family without a man.

The Lin family feigned agreement, and after Lin Qingyan returned home, they pressured him to marry a second wife.

And so, a good husband and father were forcibly taken away by a business family, leaving three women—Suzhen, Shanru, and Yiru—to guard this broken home.

Suzhen finished speaking, already sobbing uncontrollably. I sighed, sympathizing with Suzhen's unfortunate fate and Shanru's tragic background.

After cleaning the dishes, Yilin sat down next to Suzhen. Although Suzhen and I spoke in Chinese, Yilin roughly understood our conversation and sat silently beside her, listening with a sorrowful expression.

I stood up and looked at Shanru and Yiru; the two sisters were still fast asleep at the table. I couldn't help but chuckle; these two little girls, insisting on drinking, were now so drunk.

Suzhen smiled at my comment

. Suzhen said, "It'll be troublesome to put the two children to bed. It's getting late, why don't you stay here tonight and go back tomorrow morning?"

I firmly refused, and Suzhen had no choice but to agree. So Yilin helped Suzhen back to the master bedroom upstairs, leaving me to deal with the two little girls.

I picked up Yiru and carried her to the room on the third floor. I gently laid her on the bed and was about to turn around and go downstairs when Yiru suddenly started making noises. I quickly helped her to the toilet in the bathroom and patted her back to help her vomit. Yiru vomited a few times but nothing came out. Instead, she fell asleep on the toilet. I was so dizzy that I could barely stand. I splashed water on my face, and my senses returned a little.

Just as I was about to carry Yiru back to the bed, I suddenly noticed that Yiru's skirt had accidentally lifted up to her waist, revealing her pink panties. My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped, leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the thirteen-year-old girl's panties.

My gaze moved from Yiru's buttocks to her private parts. The panties outlined the shape of the girl's plump labia. I licked my upper lip, and a thought arose in my mind—an overwhelming desire for the young body.

I crouched down and nudged Yiru. She was still fast asleep, completely unaware. I took a deep breath and placed my hand over her genitals. My fingers felt the protrusion of her labia, with a thin slit in the middle. I ran my right middle finger along the center of her labia, while my other hand unconsciously touched my crotch. My right index finger pulled open the edge of Yiru's panties, revealing her smooth, hairless labia.

I swallowed hard, and with renewed boldness, pulled her panties down to her thighs. I pulled my penis out of my pants and began to rub it incessantly, my eyes fixed on her genitals. I moved my hand up and down on my penis, and soon, under the influence of alcohol, I was about to ejaculate.

At that moment, my desire surged, and I couldn't care less. I grabbed Yiru's thighs, clamping my penis between her slender legs, and thrust my hips back and forth against the outside of her labia.

Yiru seemed a little uncomfortable, letting out two groans that sounded even more alluring to me. A moment later, a thunderous rush to my head, and I ejaculated outside Yiru's labia.

I collapsed to the ground, staring at Yiru still unconscious, a pool of thick, white semen flowing down her lower abdomen and thighs. My still-dazed mind gradually returned to normal. What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? A sense of remorse washed over me, and I began to fear being exposed. I hurriedly grabbed some toilet paper to wipe away the semen remaining on my penis and spilling down Yiru's abdomen and thighs. I put on my pants, then peeked into Yiru's room. Thankfully, no one was there.

Back in the bathroom, I used a damp towel to clean Yiru's body, then straightened her underwear. I quickly picked up her small body and placed her on the bed. I looked around again to make sure there was no other evidence left before feeling a little relieved and leaving Yiru's room.

Downstairs, I noticed Shanru wasn't at the dining table, which seemed odd. Returning to her room on the third floor, I found the door ajar. Peeking through the crack, I saw Shanru lying face down on the bed. It turned out she had gotten into bed herself while Yiru and I were having our affair.

A chill ran down my spine. Had Shanru discovered my actions towards Yiru when she came upstairs? Confused and uncertain, I stood outside Shanru's door, unsure what to do.

Finally, I mustered my courage and decided to go in and investigate.

I pushed open the door and locked it behind me, just in case Suzhen and Yilin suddenly came in.

I walked to the bedside and gently called Shanru's name. She lay there unresponsive, seemingly asleep.

But I wasn't sure, so I gently nudged her to see if she was truly asleep.

Suddenly, Shanru sat up, staring at me. I was startled, completely bewildered by her thoughts.

Shanru glanced down at my crotch. I felt a little embarrassed and followed her gaze. Oh no! There was some semen seeping out after I ejaculated, wetting my jeans.

Shanru pointed to the area with the semen and asked, "Teacher, what's this?"

A mocking look flashed in her eyes.

I stammered, "Sorry, I just went to the toilet and didn't notice..."

Shanru nodded slyly and said, "Did you go to the toilet in Yiru's room?"

I almost stopped breathing and stammered, "Yes...yes...in Yiru's room..."

Only then did I realize that Shanru seemed to have sobered up. Apart from her flushed cheeks, her expression was normal, even a little bold.

Shanru pushed me aside, walked to the desk, turned her back to me, and said, "Teachers shouldn't lie, right?"

I silently agreed.

Shanru turned around, looked into my eyes, and said, "So, teacher, what were you doing to Yiru just now? Were you raping my sister?"

Hearing

the word "rape," my instinctive reaction was that I was in deep trouble. Shanru had completely discovered what I had done to Yiru. It was strange that I hadn't heard her approach earlier. Looking into Shanru's bright yet cunning eyes, my mind raced through newspaper headlines: tutor rapes… What Shanru did next was something I could never have imagined.

Shanru walked to my side, gently touched the wet spot on my jeans with her finger, then smelled it, frowned slightly, and suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing her lips to my mouth for a passionate kiss.

At first, I was stunned, then, acting on my male instincts, I instinctively grabbed Shanru's slender waist. We fell onto Shanru's bed, our lips locked in a passionate kiss for four or five minutes before Shanru suddenly pushed me away, looking at me with a smile. I was bewildered, unsure of her intentions, and stared at her blankly.

Shanru asked with a strange look in her eyes, "Teacher, do you like me?"

I stammered, "Yes... I do!"

Shanru shook her head and said, "I mean, romantic love. Do you love me?"

A surge of heat rose in my chest. How could I answer this? After all, Shanru was too young. No matter how much I liked her, it was mostly affection; romantic love was absolutely out of the question.

But this time, the girl seemed serious. Should I hurt her feelings as a teenager? Or should I tell her sooner rather than later, to avoid ruining her life and my own? But thinking about what happened with Yiru earlier, if I rejected Shanru now, she would probably lash out immediately.

"This..." Shanru pressed, "Teacher, say something!"

I stammered, "I...love..."

Shanru looked at me coldly and said earnestly, "Teacher, I love you, I really love you. Every time you come to class, even though I'm doing my homework, I'm always secretly watching you, you know?"

I was startled; I never expected this little girl to have such thoughts.

Shanru continued, "I know you can't love me the way I love you, but I just can't control myself.

Every time you leave, my heart still thinks of you. When I go to school and see my teachers, your image is still in my mind. Teacher, I really love you so much..."

She choked up as she finished speaking.

I sighed; I really hadn't expected this.

I reached out and hugged Shanru's trembling shoulders, speechless, only able to hold her thin body.

Shanru hugged me tightly, crying, her tears soaking my shirt.

Then, Shanru's hand began to move towards my crotch.

Although I knew this was inappropriate, unlike what happened with Yiru earlier, this was a bottomless abyss. Once I fell in, there would be endless trouble. But the effects of the alcohol were still lingering in my mind, and completely controlling myself would be the death of me.

Shanru unzipped my pants, her fingers roaming over my underwear, stroking my penis. I immediately became erect, the glans protruding from my pants, almost bursting through them.

Shanru broke free from my embrace, squatted down beneath me, and examined the shape of my penis. I was still hesitating when Shanru suddenly pulled down my underwear, revealing my reddish-purple glans.

Shanru looked up at me and smiled, not knowing what to do, just staring blankly.

The constraints of propriety that I had struggled with internally for so long were suddenly broken by this glans. I mustered my courage, unbuckled my belt, and stood completely naked in front of my student. Shanru smiled shyly, reached out and grasped my penis. I encouraged her, saying, "You can move it up and down."

Shanru did as I said, and waves of stimulation surged through my brain, causing my glans to swell even more.

I moved Shanru's hand away, sat down, and began to unbutton Shanru's clothes. Shanru was a little hesitant, but then she faced me with composure.

I took off Shanru's school uniform shirt, revealing a pure white bra covering two not-yet-fully-developed breasts. The slender, delicate lines of her chest were barely visible through the bra.

I gestured for Shanru to turn around, unhooked the bra, and it slid down silently. I leaned forward from behind Shanru's long hair, which covered her shoulders, revealing her pink areolas hidden beneath her hair.

Shanru's shoulders trembled slightly, revealing her nervousness. I bent down and lightly pecked her shoulder, causing her to jump as if electrocuted and take a deep breath.

I wrapped my arms around Shanru, moving them to the front and grasping her small breasts. Shanru raised her chin, closing her eyes to savor the stimulation.

I gently caressed her breasts in circles from below, finally reaching her nipples. I gently twisted and wiggled her nipples with my index fingers and thumbs, and Shanru couldn't resist the stimulation, letting out soft moans.

I slowly moved my hands down to Shanru's waist, unzipping her skirt with one hand and pulling it down with the other, leaving her in only a white, lace-trimmed panty covering her private area.

I tried peering through her underwear to see if any pubic hair was visible, but fifteen-year-old Shanru didn't seem to have much pubic hair yet. The indentation in the middle of her underwear outlined the shape of her labia majora. I paused my wandering hands, a final hesitation forming in my mind.

Should I continue? Once she took off her underwear, it would be...that thing.

I told myself.

It's not too late to stop now. Should I stop? Forget it, it wasn't me who started this; Shanru offered herself.

But she's only fifteen, right in the middle of puberty. The excuse of hormonal urges only applies to Shanru; I'm long past that impulsive fifteen. Should I continue? Do I need to be responsible for her lifelong happiness? Society's openness towards sex isn't a responsibility I should bear. If I don't do it, in two or three years, Shanru will still be sleeping with some random guy. Is it necessary for me to struggle with this internal conflict? Just as I was reflecting on myself, Shanru seemed to grow impatient. She slightly opened her eyes, looked up at me, and seeing my hesitant expression, whispered, "Teacher, I want to give it to you."

I was deeply moved. Hearing this, I could confirm that Shanru's actions weren't just driven by hormones, but by her heart; she had given herself to me with all her emotions.

So, I mustered my courage and pulled down Shanru's underwear. The underwear lingered slightly at her knees, and then, like a flood, I went straight in. Shanru was completely naked, her back to me.

My eyes were fixed on Shanru's private parts. A dozen or so fine pubic hairs couldn't cover her labia majora. Between the labia majora and labia minora, the labia minora hadn't fully emerged. Compared to Yiru's smooth vulva, it was slightly more mature, as if waiting to welcome her coming-of-age ceremony. The clitoris protruded slightly, but was still covered above the labia minora.

I turned Shanru around and laid her down. I pressed my lips against her labia majora. Shanru trembled all over, but her limbs were stiff, not at all like someone experiencing sexual pleasure.

I licked the center of Shanru's labia with my tongue, searching for her clitoris, slowly licking it. Shanru's vagina began to secrete fluid, and her thighs naturally relaxed.

I buried my head between Shanru's thighs, stimulating her sensitive areas wave after wave with my tongue and hands. Shanru's thighs opened and closed, with a mixture of restraint and lust. Soon, Shanru reached her climax, gritting her teeth and moaning softly, "Mmm... mmm..."

I knew the time had come. Before Shanru's orgasm subsided, I used my knee to pry open her thighs, and, holding my long-awaited, throbbing penis, slowly inserted it into Shanru's vagina.

Still convulsing from her orgasm, Shanru suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body. Her eyes widened as she stared at me, her face contorted in agony. I stopped thrusting, nestled against Shanru's delicate chest, and stroked her long hair, comforting her: "It's okay, it'll be over soon, just bear with it."

Shanru nodded, gritting her teeth and enduring the price of her first time. After a while, I saw her brows gradually relax. I slowly moved my lower body, letting my penis throb inside her vagina.

Shanru still felt some stinging, but the pleasure from the thrusting replaced the pain. She would sometimes furrow her brow, sometimes bite her lower lip, looking completely absorbed in the experience.

I thrust slowly, letting Shanru's vagina adjust to my large penis. Once I felt she was sufficiently lubricated, I increased the speed, my lower body moving in and out of her labia. Shanru moaned softly, "Ah... um... ah..."

She dared not let the pleasure escape her lips.

After nearly a hundred thrusts, Shanru climaxed again.

But because of my inner tension, I couldn't enjoy the pleasure of defiling my student. My thick penis, though tightly enveloped by Shanru's vagina, and her vaginal walls constantly stimulating my glans, I couldn't ejaculate.

Perhaps it was because I had already relieved myself with Yiru, perhaps it was because Shanru's lack of response couldn't give me any sexual pleasure, perhaps it was the overwhelming guilt within me—in short, I couldn't ejaculate.

Seeing Shanru relax again, knowing her climax had passed, I stopped and slowly withdrew my penis from her vagina.

Shanru was panting, her limbs still sprawled on the bed, like a doll in a starfish position, nothing like the actresses in pornographic films.

After a while, Shanru opened her eyes, squinted at me, and whispered, "Teacher, are you comfortable?"

I smiled and said, "Of course, Teacher loves you to death."

This wasn't a lie; what man wouldn't love a woman in bed, unless that woman was a fat, stupid sow, haha.

Shanru's face was still flushed, and hearing my words, it became even redder. She raised her arms and hugged me, burying her head in my chest.

Suddenly, Shanru looked up and said, "Teacher, do you...do you have...that?"

I jokingly asked, "What?"

Shanru said shyly, "You know...don't all boys...ejaculate..."

Her voice trailed off, becoming almost inaudible.

I shook my head and smiled, saying, "Not yet, Teacher is waiting for you."

Shanru was a little confused and asked, "Waiting for me? Teacher, what are you waiting for me for?"

I said, "Teacher is waiting for you to be happy, to feel comfortable."

Shanru hugged me happily, speechless.

This little girl had no idea how painful it was for me to ejaculate; not being able to ejaculate was more painful than squeezing out all the semen.

I lifted Shanru's face and said, "Shanru, would you like to suck it for me?"

Shanru didn't understand what I meant, so I explained it to her, asking her to take my penis into her mouth. Shanru hesitated for a moment, then resolutely said, "If Teacher wants it, of course I'm willing."

I lay down on the bed, and Shanru knelt between my legs. I saw her hesitantly guide my penis, which was covered in semen, with her hand, and slowly put it into her mouth. A warm, enveloping sensation came from my genitals, and I couldn't help but open my mouth wide, almost shouting out loud.

Shanru was a quick learner and soon got into the swing of things. She kept moving her lips up and down on my penis, and I even taught her to gently stroke my scrotum with her other hand at the same time. Before long, a tingling sensation came, and I knew I was about to ejaculate.

I panted, "Shan... Shanru, Teacher... Teacher wants it..."

Originally, I meant that I was about to ejaculate and asked Shanru to move away, but whether she didn't understand or did it on purpose, she increased the speed of her movements.

Unable to resist the surge of heat in my lower body, I arched my hips and thrust my entire penis into Shanru's mouth, waves of heat shooting down her throat.

Shanru, suppressing the urge, hurriedly swallowed all my semen. My mind raced, swirling, swirling… When I regained consciousness, Shanru looked at me with a smile, a trace of semen still clinging to the corner of her mouth. Like a little sprite, she stuck out her tongue and licked the semen back up, patting her belly and saying, "Mmm, I'm full."

I laughed heartily, stood up, and hugged Shanru's small body.

I knew I could never leave this little girl again.

Shanru hugged me back, saying, "Teacher, you have to wait for me to grow up, okay? When I grow up, I want to marry you, and we'll make love every day, and I'll ejaculate every day, okay?"

I was overjoyed and about to answer when I suddenly noticed that Shanru's door was ajar. A chill ran down my spine. I thought, "Didn't I lock her door when I went in? Could I have forgotten?" There were still people... Shanru pushed me away, glaring at me and saying, "Teacher, please?"

Seeing Shanru's serious expression, I knew she was serious, so I replied, "Teacher will definitely wait for you, but you're so beautiful, what if you find another boyfriend in a few years and don't want Teacher anymore?"

Shanru punched me lightly and said, "No way, I love Teacher the most."

I got up, put on my clothes, bent down and kissed Shanru on the lips, saying, "Teacher loves you too."

Shanru didn't put on any clothes, just lay half-reclined on the bed, her virginity left on the sheets, a small red patch that stood out conspicuously.

I gestured, indicating that I was going to leave quietly. Shanru nodded, then suddenly blushed, pulled up the blanket, and hid herself.

I knew this was a young girl's secret, so I smiled and turned to leave.

In the living room, I listened intently for any sound, but it seemed I was overthinking it; Suzhen and Yilin were probably still drunk. I straightened my clothes, started my old car, and went back to the dormitory.

“No. 3, XX Street…”

I muttered to myself as I rode my bike, clutching the slip of paper in one hand. Following the hastily scribbled address, I soon found myself in what looked like a villa district.

“Living so far out, looks like either a country bumpkin or a rich tycoon,”

I thought to myself.

I was a third-year student at N University, so tutoring was inevitable, but this was the first time I'd taken on a CAS in such a remote location.

I felt a bit annoyed with the tutoring agency's mess, but remembering I still owed Zhou Pang five thousand yuan on my old bike, I had to grit my teeth and take it.

I pressed the doorbell and waited a while. A figure emerged from a rather impressive-looking house behind the yard where two bikes were parked.

I thought, “Two cars, they must be quite wealthy; the tutoring fee must be substantial,” and secretly rejoiced.

A Black woman… oh, not Black, just a woman with very dark skin, big eyes, distinct features, and two braids walked towards me. She didn't seem very old.

She asked, "Mayihilpyo?"

Wow! This family even has a Filipino maid. Luckily, I can manage basic English conversation.

After explaining my purpose, the maid nodded, opened the door for me, led me into the house, invited me to sit in the living room, asked what I would like a drink, and went to the kitchen to prepare it.

I sat alone in the spacious living room, looking around. The high ceilings, combined with the elegant decor—neither excessive nor shabby—perfectly framed a beautiful living room.

The maid brought me my drink and asked me to wait a moment while she went to inform the master of the house.

Bored on the sofa, I got up and went to admire a few not-so-avant-garde oil paintings on the wall. A short while later, I heard someone coming down the stairs behind me. I turned around and saw a woman, probably in her early thirties, smiling at me as she held onto the handrail.

I quickly went up to her and introduced myself: "Hello, I'm a college student applying for a tutoring job. My surname is Wang."

The woman nodded, gestured for me to sit down, and gracefully sat cross-legged on the sofa opposite me. Her beautiful, white legs were crossed in front of me, and I dared not look too long, staring blankly at her face.

Although this woman was approaching middle age, she seemed to be well-maintained; there were no wrinkles, her skin was smooth, and she wore light makeup, giving her an extraordinary air.

The young woman began, "Mr. Wang... uh... Teacher Wang... oh, I don't know how to address you."

I smiled and said, "It's alright, my name is Wang Zhizhong, you can just call me by my name."

The young woman hesitated and said, "Wang... Zhizhong, how about I call you Zhizhong then?"

I nodded noncommittally, feeling that calling someone by their first name on our first meeting seemed too intimate.

The young woman briefly introduced her family situation to me. She had two daughters, one fifteen years old, just starting the second year of junior high school, and the other thirteen years old, still in the sixth grade of elementary school. Her tutor was the eldest daughter, Lin Shanru, who was in junior high school. As mentioned in the tutoring agency's information, she taught math, physics, and chemistry, and the pay was quite high. I gladly accepted the job.

After the young woman finished speaking, she asked if I had any questions. I said, "Mrs. Lin, how are Lin Shanru's grades at school?"

The young woman raised her hand to stop me, saying before answering my question, "There's something I need to emphasize. Please don't call me Mrs. Lin, especially in front of Shanru. Would you please call me Miss Song?"

I found it a little strange, but I nodded in agreement.

Miss Song continued, "Shanru is doing well in school, always ranking in the top three in every exam. However, she seems to have a weaker understanding of math and physics, so she seems to struggle a bit. I wonder how you plan to improve her?"

I pondered for a moment and said, "Well... I'll probably repeat the lessons the school has covered, focusing on the applied principles of math and physics, making sure Shanru thoroughly understands the content. I'll also do some practice problems. That should be enough."

Miss Song said happily, "It seems I've found the right teacher."

After chatting for a bit, Miss Song asked where I lived. I explained that I was living in a rented dormitory near the school, leading a simple life.

A short while later, Miss Song stood up, seemingly intending to see me out. I also stood up and said, "Excuse me for disturbing you. When do I start my classes?"

Miss Song looked at me in surprise and said, "Of course, you start today! Are you having trouble? Or should we reschedule?"

I quickly said, "No, no, I thought I was just here to get some information. That's fine too, let me meet Shanru first."

Miss Song nodded and led me up the stairs to the third floor. There were two rooms on the third floor, one for Lin Shanru and the other for her sister, Lin Yiru.

Miss Song knocked on Shanru's door, opened it, and went in. I followed her in, and a strong scent of perfume wafted towards me. I frowned slightly; how could someone so young smell of perfume? A girl was sitting at the desk; it must be Lin Shanru. She had delicate features, long, flowing hair, and looked quite pretty.

Miss Song introduced me to Lin Shanru. I nodded and greeted Shanru. Miss Song asked me to sit down and then left.

I looked at Lin Shanru, who was a little shy, keeping her head down and not saying a word. I said, "Shanru, where are we in school now?"

I started with the main topic, then waited for Shanru to slowly explain the progress of her studies, which opened up the conversation, and we gradually became more familiar with each other.

Not long after, Miss Song personally brought in a plate of fruit. I saw the Filipino maid standing by the door, so I guessed that the maid had brought it upstairs and then Miss Song had brought it in. Miss Song was quite polite.

After Miss Song left, Shanru and I ate the fruit, and I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Shanru, why did your mother tell me to call her Miss Song?"

Shanru's eyes widened and she said, "Really? That's what she said?"

I was completely confused and said, "Yes, she told me to call her Miss Song."

Shanru lowered her head slightly and slowly said, "She's not my mother, she's my aunt."

I looked at Shanru in surprise, listening to her explain the inside story of their family relationship.

It turned out that Miss Song was Shanru's mother's younger sister. Shanru's mother had passed away in a car accident when Shanru was eight years old, and Miss Song had moved into the family to take care of Shanru and her sister Yiru. When Shanru was ten, Miss Song, having grown fond of her, married her brother-in-law, Shanru's father, a young master in the construction industry.

To avoid upsetting Shanru and Yiru, she insisted on not referring to herself as the children's mother, but as Miss Song.

I admired Miss Song's understanding and sacrifice for her niece, and encouraged Shanru to appreciate her aunt's kindness in raising her. Shanru sensibly agreed.

Then the lesson began, and I took my leave after two hours.

I taught like this for a semester, during which I only met Miss Song two or three times. Miss Song always seemed to be sitting alone in the living room, listening to CDs with her head tilted back and eyes closed. She would only open her eyes and smile and nod when I entered the living room, but I had never met Shanru's father, Mr. Lin.

When winter break arrived, Shanru passed her final exams with outstanding results. Miss Song happily invited me to her home for a thank-you dinner, and I accepted, as was my custom.

In the luxurious dining room sat Miss Song, Shanru, and Shanru's younger sister, Yiru. I only had a vague impression of Yiru before, but upon sitting down opposite her and looking closely, I realized that although Yiru was two years younger than Shanru, she was also a beauty, strikingly beautiful, though with a touch of childlike innocence.

The Filipino maid bustled about until all the food was served. Just as she was about to leave, Miss Song asked the maid to sit down and eat with us. I then learned that the maid's name was Yilin. Miss Song didn't treat her like a servant, but rather warmly welcomed her like family. During the meal

, I chatted quite happily with the four women from the Lin family. Miss Song even asked Yilin to open a bottle of red wine for us to drink together, and also asked Yilin to join in. By the end of the meal, the three of us—Miss Song, Yilin, and I—were all quite drunk.

Shanru clamored to have a drink, and Yiru chimed in, saying it was fun too. Since Miss Song and I were both drunk, we vaguely agreed. The two girls ran to the basement and got two more bottles of wine. Yilin opened the wine, and the five of us drank wine, banged on our bowls and plates, and sang. The atmosphere was joyful and lively.

Around nine o'clock in the evening, Shanru and Yiru actually fell asleep at the dining table. Yilin stumbled and cleared the dishes to the kitchen. Miss Song collapsed onto the sofa to rest. I checked my watch, intending to say goodbye and return to my dormitory. I went to the sofa and nudged Miss Song's arm, calling, "Miss Song, Miss Song."

Miss Song mumbled a couple of "uh-huhs" in her sleep, and was woken up by my nudge. After hearing that I was leaving, she frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "Don't keep calling me Miss Song. My name is Suzhen. Just call me Suzhen, okay? Please take Shanru and Yiru back to their rooms. I can't go on like this. Sigh, how can this house function without a man..."

I couldn't stand still, so I sat down on the floor next to the sofa and casually asked, "Where's Mr. Lin? I've never seen him before?"

Suzhen bit her lower lip, and suddenly tears streamed down her face. I was startled. Suzhen said, "Actually, Qingyan hasn't been back for a long time."

Qingyan is Shanru's father and also Song Suzhen's husband.

I asked, puzzled, "He didn't come back? This is his home!"

Suzhen couldn't hold back her grief and turned to sob on my shoulder, "His home was gone the day my sister passed away!"

After hearing Suzhen's explanation, I finally understood why I had never met Shanru's father, Lin Qingyan.

It turned out that Lin Qingyan loved his wife deeply, and the two married behind the Lin family's back, facing strong opposition from Lin Qingyan's family. Even after the birth of their two daughters, Shanru and Yiru, the Lin family's preference for sons made it even more difficult for her to return to the Lin family business.

After Suzhen's sister, Song Yihong, passed away, Lin Qingyan married Song Suzhen again because of the children. The Lin family was furious and could not forgive Lin Qingyan's betrayal.

They made things difficult for him, preventing him from working and supporting himself, and forced him to divorce his wife and return home. Lin Qingyan reluctantly agreed to return home to work, on the condition that he maintain the family without a man, including Shanru, Yiru, and Suzhen.

The Lin family feigned agreement, but after Lin Qingyan returned home, they pressured him to marry a second wife.

Thus, a good husband and father were forcibly taken away by a business family, leaving Suzhen, Shanru, and Yiru to guard this broken home.

After Suzhen finished speaking, she was already sobbing uncontrollably. I sighed, sympathizing with Suzhen's unfortunate experiences and Shanru's tragic background.

After cleaning the dishes, Yilin sat down next to Suzhen. Although Suzhen and I were speaking Chinese, Yilin roughly understood our conversation and sat silently beside her, listening with a sorrowful expression.

I got up and looked at Shanru and Yiru; the two sisters were still fast asleep at the table. I couldn't help but chuckle; these two little girls, insisting on drinking, were now so drunk.

Suzhen smiled when she heard me say this.

Suzhen said, "It's troublesome to put the two children to bed. It's getting late, why don't you stay here tonight and go back tomorrow morning?"

I firmly refused, and Suzhen had no choice but to agree. So Yilin helped Suzhen back to the master bedroom on the second floor, leaving me to deal with the two little girls.

I picked up Yiru and carried her to the room on the third floor. I gently laid her on the bed and was about to turn around and go downstairs when Yiru suddenly started making noises. I quickly helped her to the toilet in the bathroom and patted her back to help her vomit. Yiru vomited a few times but nothing came out. Instead, she fell asleep on the toilet. I was so dizzy that I could barely stand. I splashed water on my face, and my senses returned a little.

Just as I was about to carry Yiru back to the bed, I suddenly noticed that Yiru's skirt had accidentally lifted up to her waist, revealing her pink panties. My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped, leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the thirteen-year-old girl's panties.

My gaze moved from Yiru's buttocks to her private parts. The panties outlined the shape of the girl's plump labia. I licked my upper lip, and a thought arose in my mind—an overwhelming desire for the young body.

I crouched down and nudged Yiru. She was still fast asleep, completely unaware. I took a deep breath and placed my hand over her genitals. My fingers felt the protrusion of her labia, with a thin slit in the middle. I ran my right middle finger along the center of her labia, while my other hand unconsciously touched my crotch. My right index finger pulled open the edge of Yiru's panties, revealing her smooth, hairless labia.

I swallowed hard, and with renewed boldness, pulled her panties down to her thighs. I pulled my penis out of my pants and began to rub it incessantly, my eyes fixed on her genitals. I moved my hand up and down on my penis, and soon, under the influence of alcohol, I was about to ejaculate.

At that moment, my desire surged, and I couldn't care less. I grabbed Yiru's thighs, clamping my penis between her slender legs, and thrust my hips back and forth against the outside of her labia.

Yiru seemed a little uncomfortable, letting out two groans that sounded even more alluring to me. A moment later, a thunderous rush to my head, and I ejaculated outside Yiru's labia.

I collapsed to the ground, staring at Yiru still unconscious, a pool of thick, white semen flowing down her lower abdomen and thighs. My still-dazed mind gradually returned to normal. What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? A sense of remorse washed over me, and I began to fear being exposed. I hurriedly grabbed some toilet paper to wipe away the semen remaining on my penis and spilling down Yiru's abdomen and thighs. I put on my pants, then peeked into Yiru's room. Thankfully, no one was there.

Back in the bathroom, I used a damp towel to clean Yiru's body, then straightened her underwear. I quickly picked up her small body and placed her on the bed. I looked around again to make sure there was no other evidence left before feeling a little relieved and leaving Yiru's room.

Downstairs, I noticed Shanru wasn't at the dining table, which seemed odd. Returning to her room on the third floor, I found the door ajar. Peeking through the crack, I saw Shanru lying face down on the bed. It turned out she had gotten into bed herself while Yiru and I were having our affair.

A chill ran down my spine. Had Shanru discovered my actions towards Yiru when she came upstairs? Confused and uncertain, I stood outside Shanru's door, unsure what to do.

Finally, I mustered my courage and decided to go in and investigate.

I pushed open the door and locked it behind me, just in case Suzhen and Yilin suddenly came in.

I walked to the bedside and gently called Shanru's name. She lay there unresponsive, seemingly asleep.

But I wasn't sure, so I gently nudged her to see if she was truly asleep.

Suddenly, Shanru sat up, staring at me. I was startled, completely bewildered by her thoughts.

Shanru glanced down at my crotch. I felt a little embarrassed and followed her gaze. Oh no, there was some semen seeping out after I ejaculated, wetting my jeans.

Shanru pointed to the area with the semen and asked, "Teacher, what's this?"

A mocking look flashed in her eyes.

I stammered, "Sorry, I just went to the toilet and didn't notice..."

Shanru nodded slyly and said, "Did you go to the toilet in Yiru's room?"

I almost stopped breathing and stammered, "Yes...yes...in Yiru's room..."

Only then did I realize that Shanru seemed to have sobered up. Apart from her flushed cheeks, her expression was normal, even a little bold.

Shanru pushed me aside, walked to the desk, turned her back to me, and said, "Teachers shouldn't lie, right?"

I silently agreed.

Shanru turned around, looked into my eyes, and said, "So, teacher, what were you doing to Yiru just now? Were you raping my sister?"

Hearing

the word "rape," my instinctive reaction was that I was in deep trouble. Shanru had completely discovered what I had done to Yiru. It was strange that I hadn't heard her approach earlier. Looking into Shanru's bright yet cunning eyes, my mind raced through newspaper headlines: tutor rapes… What Shanru did next was something I could never have imagined. Shanru

walked to my side, gently touched the damp spot on my jeans with her finger, then smelled it, frowned slightly, and suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing her lips to my mouth for a passionate kiss.

At first, I was stunned, then, acting like a man, I instinctively grabbed Shanru's slender waist. We fell onto Shanru's bed, our tongues locked in a passionate kiss for four or five minutes. Then, Shanru suddenly pushed me away, looking at me with a smile. I didn't know Shanru's intentions and was somewhat bewildered, staring at her blankly.

With a strange look in her eyes, Shanru asked, "Teacher, do you like me?"

I stammered, "Yes... I do!"

Shanru shook her head and said, "I mean, romantic love. Do you love me?"

My chest tightened. How could I answer that? After all, Shanru was too young. No matter how much I liked her, it was mostly affection. Romantic love was absolutely out of the question.

But this time, the little girl seemed serious. Should I hurt her feelings as a teenager? Or should I tell her sooner rather than later, to avoid ruining her life and my own? But thinking about what happened with Yiru earlier, if I rejected Shanru now, she would probably lash out immediately.

Shanru pressed, "Teacher, say something!"

I stammered, "I...love..."

Shanru looked at me coldly and said earnestly, "Teacher, I love you, I really love you. Every time you come to class, even though I'm doing my homework, I'm always secretly watching you, you know?"

I was startled; I never expected this little girl to have such thoughts.

Shanru continued, "I know you can't love me the way I love you, but I just can't control myself.

Every time you leave, my heart still thinks of you. When I go to school and see my teacher, your image is still in my mind. Teacher, I really love you so much..." She

choked up as she finished speaking.

I sighed; I really hadn't expected this.

I reached out and hugged Shanru's trembling shoulders, speechless, only able to hold her thin body.

Shanru hugged me tightly, crying, her tears soaking my shirt.

Then, Shanru's hand began to move towards my crotch.

Although I knew this was inappropriate, unlike what happened with Yiru earlier, this was a bottomless abyss. Once I fell in, there would be endless trouble. But the effects of the alcohol were still lingering in my mind, and completely controlling myself would be the death of me.

Shanru unzipped my pants, her fingers roaming over my underwear, stroking my penis. I immediately became erect, the glans protruding from my pants, almost bursting through them.

Shanru broke free from my embrace, squatted down beneath me, and examined the shape of my penis. I was still hesitating when Shanru suddenly pulled down my underwear, revealing my reddish-purple glans.

Shanru looked up at me and smiled, not knowing what to do, just staring blankly.

The constraints of propriety that I had struggled with internally for so long were suddenly broken by this glans. I mustered my courage, unbuckled my belt, and stood completely naked in front of my student. Shanru smiled shyly, reached out and grasped my penis. I encouraged her, saying, "You can move it up and down."

Shanru did as I said, and waves of stimulation surged through my brain, causing my glans to swell even more.

I moved Shanru's hand away, sat down, and began to unbutton Shanru's clothes. Shanru was a little hesitant, but then she faced me with composure.

I took off Shanru's school uniform shirt, revealing a pure white bra covering two not-yet-fully-developed breasts. The slender, delicate lines of her chest were barely visible through the bra.

I gestured for Shanru to turn around, unhooked the bra, and it slid down silently. I leaned forward from behind Shanru's long hair, which covered her shoulders, revealing her pink areolas hidden beneath her hair.

Shanru's shoulders trembled slightly, revealing her nervousness. I bent down and lightly pecked her shoulder, causing her to jump as if electrocuted and take a deep breath.

I wrapped my arms around Shanru, moving them to the front and grasping her small breasts. Shanru raised her chin, closing her eyes to savor the stimulation.

I gently caressed her breasts in circles from below, finally reaching her nipples. I gently twisted and wiggled her nipples with my index fingers and thumbs, and Shanru couldn't resist the stimulation, letting out soft moans.

I slowly moved my hands down to Shanru's waist, unzipping her skirt with one hand and pulling it down with the other, leaving her in only a white, lace-trimmed panty covering her private area.

I tried peering through her underwear to see if any pubic hair was visible, but fifteen-year-old Shanru didn't seem to have much pubic hair yet. The indentation in the middle of her underwear outlined the shape of her labia majora. I paused my wandering hands, a final hesitation forming in my mind.

Should I continue? Once she took off her underwear, it would be...that thing.

I told myself.

It's not too late to stop now. Should I stop? Forget it, it wasn't me who started this; Shanru offered herself.

But she's only fifteen, right in the middle of puberty. The excuse of hormonal urges only applies to Shanru; I'm long past that impulsive fifteen. Should I continue? Do I need to be responsible for her lifelong happiness? Society's openness towards sex isn't a responsibility I should bear. If I don't do it, in two or three years, Shanru will still be sleeping with some random guy. Is it necessary for me to struggle with this internal conflict? Just as I was reflecting on myself, Shanru seemed to grow impatient. She slightly opened her eyes, looked up at me, and seeing my hesitant expression, whispered, "Teacher, I want to give it to you."

I was deeply moved. Hearing this, I could confirm that Shanru's actions weren't just driven by hormones, but by her heart; she had given herself to me with all her emotions.

So, I mustered my courage and pulled down Shanru's underwear. The underwear lingered slightly at her knees, and then, like a flood, I went straight in. Shanru was completely naked, her back to me.

My eyes were fixed on Shanru's private parts. A dozen or so fine pubic hairs couldn't cover her labia majora. Between the labia majora and labia minora, the labia minora hadn't fully emerged. Compared to Yiru's smooth vulva, it was slightly more mature, as if waiting to welcome her coming-of-age ceremony. The clitoris protruded slightly, but was still covered above the labia minora.

I turned Shanru around and laid her down. I pressed my lips against her labia majora. Shanru trembled all over, but her limbs were stiff, not at all like someone experiencing sexual pleasure.

I licked the center of Shanru's labia with my tongue, searching for her clitoris, slowly licking it. Shanru's vagina began to secrete fluid, and her thighs naturally relaxed.

I buried my head between Shanru's thighs, stimulating her sensitive areas wave after wave with my tongue and hands. Shanru's thighs opened and closed, with a mixture of restraint and lust. Soon, Shanru reached her climax, gritting her teeth and moaning softly, "Mmm... mmm..."

I knew the time had come. Before Shanru's orgasm subsided, I used my knee to pry open her thighs, and, holding my long-awaited, throbbing penis, slowly inserted it into Shanru's vagina.

Still convulsing from her orgasm, Shanru suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body. Her eyes widened as she stared at me, her face contorted in agony. I stopped thrusting, nestled against Shanru's delicate chest, and stroked her long hair, comforting her: "It's okay, it'll be over soon, just bear with it."

Shanru nodded, gritting her teeth and enduring the price of her first time. After a while, I saw her brows gradually relax. I slowly moved my lower body, letting my penis throb inside her vagina.

Shanru still felt some stinging, but the pleasure from the thrusting replaced the pain. She would sometimes furrow her brow, sometimes bite her lower lip, looking completely absorbed in the experience.

I thrust slowly, letting Shanru's vagina adjust to my large penis. Once I felt she was sufficiently lubricated, I increased the speed, my lower body moving in and out of her labia. Shanru moaned softly, "Ah... um... ah..."

She dared not let the pleasure escape her lips.

After nearly a hundred thrusts, Shanru climaxed again.

But because of my inner tension, I couldn't enjoy the pleasure of defiling my student. My thick penis, though tightly enveloped by Shanru's vagina, and her vaginal walls constantly stimulating my glans, I couldn't ejaculate.

Perhaps it was because I had already relieved myself with Yiru, perhaps it was because Shanru's lack of response couldn't give me any sexual pleasure, perhaps it was the overwhelming guilt within me—in short, I couldn't ejaculate.

Seeing Shanru relax again, knowing her climax had passed, I stopped and slowly withdrew my penis from her.

Shanru was panting, her limbs still sprawled on the bed, like a doll spread out in a starfish shape, nothing like the actresses in pornographic films.

After a while, Shanru opened her eyes, squinted at me, and whispered, "Teacher, were you comfortable?"

I smiled and said, "Of course, Teacher loves you to death."

This isn't a lie. What man wouldn't love a woman in bed, unless she's a fat, stupid sow, haha.

Shanru's face was still flushed, and hearing my words, it reddened even more. She raised her arms and hugged me, burying her face in my chest.

Suddenly, Shanru looked up and said, "Teacher, do you...do you have...that?"

I jokingly asked, "What do you mean?"

Shanru said shyly, "It's...don't all boys...ejaculate..."

Her voice trailed off, almost inaudible.

I shook my head and smiled, saying, "Not yet, Teacher is waiting for you."

Shanru was puzzled and asked, "Waiting for me? Teacher, what are you waiting for me for?"

I said, "Teacher is waiting for you to be happy, to feel comfortable."

Shanru hugged me happily, speechless.

This little girl didn't know how painful it was for me down there; not being able to ejaculate was more painful than squeezing out all the semen.

I lifted Shanru's face and said, "Shanru, would you like to suck me?"

Shanru didn't understand what I meant, so I explained it to her, asking her to take my penis into her mouth. Shanru hesitated for a moment, then resolutely said, "If Teacher wants it, of course I'm willing."

I lay down on the bed, and Shanru knelt between my legs. I saw her hesitantly guide my penis, which was covered in semen, with her hand, and slowly put it into her mouth. A warm, enveloping sensation came from my genitals, and I couldn't help but open my mouth wide, almost shouting out loud.

Shanru was a quick learner and soon got into the swing of things. She kept moving her lips up and down on my penis, and I even taught her to gently stroke my scrotum with her other hand at the same time. Before long, a tingling sensation came, and I knew I was about to ejaculate.

I panted, "Shan... Shanru, Teacher... Teacher wants..."

Originally, I meant that I was about to ejaculate and asked Shanru to move away, but whether she didn't understand or did it on purpose, she increased the speed of her movements.

Unable to resist the surge of heat in my lower body, I arched my hips and thrust my entire penis into Shanru's mouth, waves of heat shooting down her throat.

Shanru, suppressing the urge, hurriedly swallowed all my semen. My mind raced, swirling, swirling… When I regained consciousness, Shanru looked at me with a smile, a trace of semen still clinging to the corner of her mouth. Like a little sprite, she stuck out her tongue and licked the semen back up, patting her belly and saying, "Mmm, I'm full."

I laughed heartily, stood up, and hugged Shanru's small body.

I knew I could never leave this little girl again.

Shanru hugged me back, saying, "Teacher, you have to wait for me to grow up, okay? When I grow up, I want to marry you, and we'll make love every day, and I'll ejaculate every day, okay?"

I was overjoyed and about to answer when I suddenly noticed that Shanru's door was ajar. A chill ran down my spine. I thought, "Didn't I lock her door when I went in? Could I have forgotten?" There were still people... Shanru pushed me away, glaring at me and saying, "Teacher, please?"

Seeing Shanru's serious expression, I knew she was serious, so I replied, "Teacher will definitely wait for you, but you're so beautiful, what if you find another boyfriend in a few years and don't want Teacher anymore?"

Shanru punched me lightly and said, "No way, I love Teacher the most."

I got up, put on my clothes, bent down and kissed Shanru on the lips, saying, "Teacher loves you too."

Shanru didn't put on any clothes, just lay half-reclined on the bed, her virginity left on the sheets, a small red patch that stood out conspicuously.

I gestured, indicating that I was going to leave quietly. Shanru nodded, then suddenly blushed, pulled up the blanket, and hid herself.

I knew this was a young girl's secret, so I smiled and turned to leave.

In the living room, I listened intently for any sound, but it seemed I was overthinking it; Suzhen and Yilin were probably still drunk. I straightened my clothes, started my old car, and went back to the dormitory.

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