The teacher with amnesia

"Hello everyone! I'm your Chinese teacher, and also your homeroom teacher for this semester. My name is..."

At this moment, the new homeroom teacher turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard: Ye Xiaoxuan.

I couldn't hear anything else the teacher said after that, because I could only stare at her! The teacher was about 1.72 meters tall, and her high heels accentuated her height. Although her black staff uniform covered her tightly, revealing only her slender, fair neck, it couldn't hide her voluptuous figure. Especially when she paced on the platform, her rounded hips swayed gracefully. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, and paired with her bright eyes and thick eyelashes, she was undeniably beautiful. Perhaps the only flaw was her overly stern expression; she lacked even a hint of a smile, truly an ice queen.

After her self-introduction, the teacher asked the students if they had any other questions.

Just then, a guy deliberately asked in a frivolous manner, "How old are you, teacher?" He probably wanted to leave a special impression on this beautiful teacher.

The teacher raised an eyebrow and replied generously, "I'm twenty-nine years old. Any other questions? Okay! If not, let's start assigning seats now."

I wasn't particularly tall for the class, so I was seated in the front row by the window. Next, we elected various class officers! This kind of thing had never concerned me, so I spent the rest of the time secretly glancing at the teacher's curvaceous figure. Although the teacher was always standing behind the podium, my seat was good enough—by the window—so the podium didn't obstruct my view at all. When I realized the teacher wasn't paying any attention to me sitting in the corner, I began to boldly admire her figure. What attracted me most was undoubtedly her tight-fitting skirt and dress. Just as I was starting to have impure thoughts about her long, beautiful legs, the teacher pulled her chair closer to the lectern and sat down. Her already short skirt, which barely reached her knees, was pulled up even higher, revealing the top of her black stockings. Her long, slender legs were now directly in front of my eyes. The teacher would occasionally change the direction in which she crossed her legs, her thighs appearing and disappearing in the shadows. This made my heart race, and my face flush slightly. Because I was worried about being discovered… Now, I could only lower my head and pretend to be looking at the textbooks for the new semester. Even though I couldn't see the teacher, those breathtakingly beautiful legs kept flashing through my mind, and my little brother was getting hard. Unfortunately, the teacher suddenly called my name again, which startled me so much that I quickly stood up. Because I was distracted, I didn't know why they were calling my name, and I accidentally bumped into my desk. My pencil case fell to the ground, and my pens and stationery scattered all over the floor. Just as I was at a loss for what to do... When the teacher saw my blank expression, she kindly came down to help me pack my pencil case. As she squatted down, she leaned forward, and I couldn't help but glance at her. My gaze naturally pierced through the neckline of her shirt, and although it was only for a moment, it was enough to see two beautiful, full breasts hanging down her chest. She had a crescent-shaped birthmark on her chest, and a pure white lace bra tightly hugged her firm breasts, making me worry that they might burst out of her clothes.

"Well, please introduce yourself so everyone can get to know you," the teacher said after standing up.

It turned out she was calling on students to introduce themselves. Faced with such a beautiful woman, I completely lacked the courage to meet her gaze. I lowered my head, timidly gave my name, and quickly sat down. The other male students whose names were called were different; they all racked their brains to humorously introduce their personalities and strengths. Every boy has a desire to perform in front of a beautiful woman.

Time passed by in a daze. Classes, breaks, school—life was uneventful. If it weren't for that accident, my life would probably have continued in this uneventful way, only able to steal glances at the beautiful Chinese teacher during class.

It was the weekend, and I was heading to the supermarket near my apartment to buy some things. Just as I stepped out and reached the traffic lights, I unexpectedly ran into my Chinese teacher, Ye Xiaoxuan, who was hurrying across the street, glancing at her watch as she walked. She seemed to be in a real rush. I hesitated, wondering whether to go up and greet her, when suddenly a sleek luxury sedan came hurtling towards me. Before I could even scream, my teacher was struck and knocked unconscious against a utility pole. What was infuriating was that the driver made no attempt to help her; he simply sped away.

I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was completely terrified and at a loss for what to do. Ignoring the car, I rushed to my teacher's side. Luckily, she was fortunate enough to escape with only minor scrapes and bruises. Unable to think of a solution, I decided to carry her to my apartment to wait for her to wake up; it wasn't far.

As I carried her, the sight of her full figure stirred my desire, especially the friction of her breasts against my skin, which made my blood boil.

After helping the teacher lie down on my bed, I began to observe her closely. Today, she was dressed the same as usual for class, but upon closer inspection, I could see the outline of dark-colored panties on her skirt, and the thin straps of her bra were clearly visible on her back. This intense visual stimulation made me imagine the full body beneath her clothes. The more I looked, the more I wanted to tear that thin suit apart. The thought kept rising in my mind, refusing to leave. Suddenly, a wicked thought arose, and I boldly reached out to unbutton the shirt of the teacher's suit. The shirt naturally slipped down, revealing a black bra covering the teacher's delicate, full, and elastic breasts. I swallowed hard and gently caressed the teacher's breasts, slowly rubbing them through the bra while observing the teacher's reaction, only worried that the teacher might suddenly wake up.

After observing for a while and seeing that the teacher showed no signs of waking up, I grew bolder and began to shamelessly rub her full breasts. Human desires are always endless, and playing with them through her bra always felt like something was missing, so I simply pushed her bra up. The teacher's breasts were so full and smooth that I was completely dumbfounded. Suddenly, the teacher let out a groan, which startled me and made me break out in a cold sweat...

I took a breath and glanced at the teacher. Seeing that she was still fast asleep, I felt relieved. The teacher was sleeping on her side. I was engrossed in admiring the teacher's exquisite body and fair skin. The black lace bra hanging on the upper edge of her breasts added to her sexiness, making my penis throb uncomfortably.

Just then, the teacher let out another soft moan, which chilled me to the bone. I hurriedly tidied up the scene, helping her put on her bra and buttoning her shirt. Sure enough, not long after, the teacher opened her eyes, groaning as she held her forehead, "It hurts..." Looking up and seeing that there were still people there, she cried out in fright, "Who...who are you? Where is this?" After asking, the teacher suddenly paused, her eyes filled with confusion, and asked again, "[Who am I?]

" Could it be that the teacher hit her head and lost her memory?

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and I was instantly excited beyond words. I silently reminded myself to stay calm, stay calm.

"I'm your boyfriend, have you forgotten, Xiaoli?" I reached out and stroked the teacher's face, trying to be as affectionate as possible.

The teacher's mind was a mess, and she couldn't recall anything at all. She didn't pull away from my hand, but hesitated a little. "You're my boyfriend?"

I hugged her directly, not wanting to give her any room to hesitate. "You were hit by a car just now, and you probably hit your head and lost your memory. Luckily, I was here with you. You have a crescent-shaped birthmark on your chest." I whispered the last sentence into her ear, my warm breath entering her ear. The teacher's ears turned red, and she believed that I was her boyfriend. Her birthmark could only be seen by close people, but she didn't know that not only had I seen it once when I unbuttoned her clothes, but I had also secretly seen it during class.

"My name is Xiaoli?" It seemed she had accepted her amnesia.

"Yes, my name is Liu Xiaoli. Don't worry, just experience something you did that left a deep impression on you, and you'll soon remember your memories, like this..." As I spoke, I suddenly slipped my hand inside her shirt, kneading her full breasts.

"Hmm..." The teacher was startled; the stimulation made her groan involuntarily, "Hmm...hmm...no...hmm..."

"Do you really want me to stop? Have you forgotten how horny your body is? You beg me to have sex with you every day, you have a uniform fetish, a masochistic fetish, don't you love it when I play with your big breasts in front of people? You horny bitch." I started roughly stroking her pink and beautiful breasts with my left hand. Her soft and round breasts immediately became more swollen from the kneading. I put my right hand inside her skirt and slowly stroked her through her panties. I buried my head in her chest and nibbled on her bra with my mouth. Soon, the teacher's bra was wet and her nipples were obviously erect.

"I'm not... um... um..." The teacher denied it verbally, but her body couldn't lie. She was being played with and experiencing wave after wave of pleasure, and her lower body was already incredibly wet. "It seems I really am a slutty woman..."

"Come on, you used to love masturbating the most." I pulled her hand and placed it on her chest. At this moment, she was already hot all over and burning with desire. Her slender palms gently caressed her breasts, and the tingling sensation made the teacher unable to help but pant softly. At this moment, her lower body had already become extremely wet.

The teacher even put her right hand inside her panties and gently touched her vulva with her fingers. The tingling and itchy feeling made her unable to resist rubbing her fingers back and forth. She passionately slid her middle finger between her two tender flesh into her vagina. While rubbing her snow-white breasts, the teacher used her middle and index fingers to thrust in and out of her vagina. "Ah..." The teacher couldn't help but groan loudly...

"You can't just think about your own pleasure..." I pulled the teacher, who was involuntarily moving, and pushed up her bra. The bra, which was already stretched to its limit by her pair of large breasts, slid up and opened. I pinched the two tender flesh that I couldn't hold in one hand, first slowly rubbing them for a while, and then began to lift them up. "Ah..." The teacher involuntarily thrust her chest out. "Hmm... what do you want?"

"I want you to give me a nipple play, hehe." I sat directly on the edge of the bed, made the teacher kneel on the floor, pulled her arm up, and placed her arm on my thigh. Upon hearing the words "nipple play," the teacher blushed instantly, glared at me, but still understood what to do. She cupped her full breasts, sandwiching my already erect penis between them, and looked up at me. "Is... is that how it is?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." I nodded vigorously, my heart already pounding with excitement. Seeing the two rosy blushes rising on the dignified teacher's face, clearly a little shy, this was a sight I could never have imagined before. Who would have thought that the beautiful teacher I could only admire from afar would have this side to her? She began to push her tender breasts up and down, her sensitive breasts rubbing against my hard penis, which I constantly kneaded and played with. It was incredibly pleasurable. Her already sensitive body quickly heated up, and her nipples hardened.

The tip of my penis peeked out from between her white, tender breasts, and she stretched out her tongue, sweeping it back and forth over the urethral opening in the center of my glans. The intense stimulation gave me the urge to explode. At this moment, the teacher was increasingly convinced that she was a natural slut; otherwise, how could she do such a shameful thing? "Anyway, I've always been like this; as long as I please my man, that's enough," the teacher thought, completely believing what I said.

"Does it feel good?"

"Of course it feels good..." Seeing that the teacher's breasts were already red from being rubbed, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. The teacher couldn't dodge in time and was sprayed all over her face, mouth, and chest, covered in milky white liquid. "Clean it up for me, and remember to swallow it." I patted the teacher's head and commanded, as if it were a matter of course. The teacher didn't doubt it and obediently used her mouth to carefully clean my penis, swallowing the white semen, as if it were all supposed to be this way. She was just repeating what she had done countless times before, but she didn't expect that all of this was just a lapse in judgment by her student.

Seeing the teacher kneeling on the floor obediently cleaning up my semen, my penis, which had already softened, suddenly became hard again, startling the teacher. This time, I made the teacher kneel on the bed. Her skirt was already pushed up to her waist, and I pulled her wet panties and stockings down to her knees. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and hooked it upwards. The teacher arched her buttocks and buried her head shyly in the pillow, looking like a lying puppy. I moved my finger in and out, but didn't insert my penis, wanting to whet her appetite. The teacher eventually became impatient and had no choice but to arch her back anxiously, actively moving closer to accommodate my penetration. At this moment, my hand changed to grasp the teacher's slender waist and pressed against her thighs perpendicular to her waist, sliding towards her most tender place. Honey juice was squeezed out. At this point, I couldn't resist anymore and began to thrust forcefully. At this moment, the teacher was lying face down on the bed, her hands tightly gripping the sky-blue sheets, her head thrown back as far as she could, moaning incessantly.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... um... um... it feels so good... ah... it's coming again... I... ah... I really can't hold on anymore... um..." Hearing the teacher's moans, watching my penis slide in and out between her round, white buttocks, and kneading her beautiful breasts with my hands, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, collapsing onto the teacher's back.

I gently stroked the teacher's long hair, "So, did you remember anything?"

"Um, not yet..." The teacher was still a little shy.

"It's okay, this can't be rushed. How about we go to the park tomorrow? You used to love going to the park, maybe that will help you remember." I suggested with a lewd grin.

"Was I really like that before...?"

"What do you think?" I buried my head in the teacher's chest and started sucking on a cherry.

I didn't care what the outcome would be anymore; as long as the teacher regained consciousness, she was mine.

"Hello, everyone! I am your Chinese teacher, and I will also be your homeroom teacher this semester. My name is..."

At this moment, the new homeroom teacher turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard: Ye Xiaoxuan.

I couldn't hear anything else the teacher said after that, because I could only stare at her! The teacher was about 1.72 meters tall, and her high heels accentuated her height. Although her black staff uniform covered her tightly, revealing only her slender, fair neck, it couldn't hide her voluptuous figure. Especially when she paced on the platform, her rounded hips swayed gracefully. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, and paired with her bright eyes and thick eyelashes, she was undeniably beautiful. Perhaps the only flaw was her overly stern expression; she lacked even a hint of a smile, truly an ice queen.

After her self-introduction, the teacher asked the students if they had any other questions.

Just then, a guy deliberately asked in a frivolous tone, "How old are you, teacher?" He probably wanted to leave a special impression on this beautiful teacher.

The teacher raised an eyebrow and replied generously, "I'm twenty-nine years old. Any other questions? Okay! If not, let's start arranging the seats now."

I wasn't particularly tall for my class, so I was assigned to the front row, by the window. Then came the elections for class officers! These things never really concerned me, so I spent most of my time secretly glancing at the teacher's curvaceous figure. Even though the teacher stood behind the podium, my seat was perfect—by the window, the podium didn't obstruct my view at all. When I realized the teacher wasn't even paying attention to me sitting in the corner, I began to boldly admire her figure. What attracted me most were undoubtedly her tight-fitting skirt and dress. Just as I was starting to have impure thoughts about her long, beautiful legs, the teacher pulled her chair closer to the lectern and sat down. Her already short skirt, which barely reached her knees, rode up even higher, revealing the top of her black stockings. Her long, shapely legs were now fully exposed to my eyes. The teacher would occasionally change the direction in which she crossed her legs, her thighs becoming increasingly visible. This made my heart race and my face flush slightly. Worried about being discovered… Now, I could only lower my head and pretend to be looking at the textbooks for the new semester. Even though I couldn't see the teacher, those breathtakingly beautiful legs kept flashing through my mind, and my little brother was getting hard. Unfortunately, the teacher suddenly called my name again, which startled me so much that I quickly stood up. Because I was distracted, I didn't know why they were calling my name, and I accidentally bumped into my desk. My pencil case fell to the ground, and my pens and stationery scattered all over the floor. Just as I was at a loss for what to do... When the teacher saw my blank expression, she kindly came down to help me pack my pencil case. As she squatted down, she leaned forward, and I couldn't help but glance at her. My gaze naturally pierced through the neckline of her shirt, and although it was only for a moment, it was enough to see two beautiful, full breasts hanging down her chest. She had a crescent-shaped birthmark on her chest, and a pure white lace bra tightly hugged her firm breasts, making me worry that they might burst out of her clothes.

"Well, please introduce yourself so everyone can get to know you," the teacher said after standing up.

It turned out she was calling on students to introduce themselves. Faced with such a beautiful woman, I completely lacked the courage to meet her gaze. I lowered my head, timidly gave my name, and quickly sat down. The other male students whose names were called were different; they all racked their brains to humorously introduce their personalities and strengths. Every boy has a desire to perform in front of a beautiful woman.

Time passed by in a daze. Classes, breaks, school—life was uneventful. If it weren't for that accident, my life would probably have continued in this uneventful way, only able to steal glances at the beautiful Chinese teacher during class.

It was the weekend, and I was heading to the supermarket near my apartment to buy some things. Just as I stepped out and reached the traffic lights, I unexpectedly ran into my Chinese teacher, Ye Xiaoxuan, who was hurrying across the street, glancing at her watch as she walked. She seemed to be in a real rush. I hesitated, wondering whether to go up and greet her, when suddenly a sleek luxury sedan came hurtling towards me. Before I could even scream, my teacher was struck and knocked unconscious against a utility pole. What was infuriating was that the driver made no attempt to help her; he simply sped away.

I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was completely terrified and at a loss for what to do. Ignoring the car, I rushed to my teacher's side. Luckily, she was fortunate enough to escape with only minor scrapes and bruises. Unable to think of a solution, I decided to carry her to my apartment to wait for her to wake up; it wasn't far.

As I carried her, the sight of her full figure stirred my desire, especially the friction of her breasts against my skin, which made my blood boil.

After helping the teacher lie down on my bed, I began to observe her closely. Today, she was dressed the same as usual for class, but upon closer inspection, I could see the outline of dark-colored panties on her skirt, and the thin straps of her bra were clearly visible on her back. This intense visual stimulation made me imagine the full body beneath her clothes. The more I looked, the more I wanted to tear that thin suit apart. The thought kept rising in my mind, refusing to leave. Suddenly, a wicked thought arose, and I boldly reached out to unbutton the shirt of the teacher's suit. The shirt naturally slipped down, revealing a black bra covering the teacher's delicate, full, and elastic breasts. I swallowed hard and gently caressed the teacher's breasts, slowly rubbing them through the bra while observing the teacher's reaction, only worried that the teacher might suddenly wake up.

After observing for a while and seeing that the teacher showed no signs of waking up, I grew bolder and began to shamelessly rub her full breasts. Human desires are always endless, and playing with them through her bra always felt like something was missing, so I simply pushed her bra up. The teacher's breasts were so full and smooth that I was completely dumbfounded. Suddenly, the teacher let out a groan, which startled me and made me break out in a cold sweat...

I took a breath and glanced at the teacher. Seeing that she was still fast asleep, I felt relieved. The teacher was sleeping on her side. I was engrossed in admiring the teacher's exquisite body and fair skin. The black lace bra hanging on the upper edge of her breasts added to her sexiness, making my penis throb uncomfortably.

Just then, the teacher let out another soft moan, which chilled me to the bone. I hurriedly tidied up the scene, helping her put on her bra and buttoning her shirt. Sure enough, not long after, the teacher opened her eyes, groaning as she held her forehead, "It hurts..." Looking up and seeing that there were still people there, she cried out in fright, "Who...who are you? Where is this?" After asking, the teacher suddenly paused, her eyes filled with confusion, and asked again, "[Who am I?]

" Could it be that the teacher hit her head and lost her memory?

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and I was instantly excited beyond words. I silently reminded myself to stay calm, stay calm.

"I'm your boyfriend, have you forgotten, Xiaoli?" I reached out and stroked the teacher's face, trying to be as affectionate as possible.

The teacher's mind was a mess, and she couldn't recall anything at all. She didn't pull away from my hand, but hesitated a little. "You're my boyfriend?"

I hugged her directly, not wanting to give her any room to hesitate. "You were hit by a car just now, and you probably hit your head and lost your memory. Luckily, I was here with you. You have a crescent-shaped birthmark on your chest." I whispered the last sentence into her ear, my warm breath entering her ear. The teacher's ears turned red, and she believed that I was her boyfriend. Her birthmark could only be seen by close people, but she didn't know that not only had I seen it once when I unbuttoned her clothes, but I had also secretly seen it during class.

"My name is Xiaoli?" It seems she has accepted her amnesia.

"Yes, my name is Liu Xiaoli. Don't worry, as long as you experience something you did that left a deep impression on you, you will soon remember your memories, for example, like this..." As I spoke, I suddenly reached my hand inside her shirt and began to knead her full breasts.

"Hmm..." The teacher was startled, and the stimulation made her groan involuntarily, "Hmm... Hmm... No... Hmm..."

"Do you really want me to stop? Have you forgotten how horny your body is? You beg me to have sex with you every day, you have a uniform fetish, a masochistic fetish, don't you love it when I play with your big breasts in front of people? You horny bitch." I began to roughly caress her pink and beautiful breasts with my left hand. Her soft and round breasts immediately became more swollen from the kneading. I put my right hand inside her skirt and slowly caressed her through her panties. I buried my head in her chest and nibbled at her bra with my mouth. Soon the teacher's bra was wet, and her nipples were obviously erect.

"I'm not... um... um..." The teacher denied it verbally, but her body couldn't lie. She was being played with and experiencing wave after wave of pleasure, and her lower body was already incredibly wet. "It seems I really am a slutty woman..."

"Come on, you used to love masturbating the most." I pulled her hand and placed it on her chest. At this moment, she was already hot all over and burning with desire. Her slender palms gently caressed her breasts, and the tingling sensation made the teacher unable to help but pant softly. At this moment, her lower body had already become extremely wet.

The teacher even put her right hand inside her panties and gently touched her vulva with her fingers. The tingling and itchy feeling made her unable to resist rubbing her fingers back and forth. She passionately slid her middle finger between her two tender flesh into her vagina. While rubbing her snow-white breasts, the teacher used her middle and index fingers to thrust in and out of her vagina. "Ah..." The teacher couldn't help but groan loudly...

"You can't just think about your own pleasure..." I pulled the teacher, who was involuntarily moving, and pushed up her bra. The bra, which was already stretched to its limit by her pair of large breasts, slid up and opened. I pinched the two tender flesh that I couldn't hold in one hand, first slowly rubbing them for a while, and then began to lift them up. "Ah..." The teacher involuntarily thrust her chest out. "Hmm... what do you want?"

"I want you to give me a nipple play, hehe." I sat directly on the edge of the bed, made the teacher kneel on the floor, pulled her arm up, and placed her arm on my thigh. Upon hearing the words "nipple play," the teacher blushed instantly, glared at me, but still understood what to do. She cupped her full breasts, sandwiching my already erect penis between them, and looked up at me. "Is... is that how it is?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." I nodded vigorously, my heart already pounding with excitement. Seeing the two rosy blushes rising on the dignified teacher's face, clearly a little shy, this was a sight I could never have imagined before. Who would have thought that the beautiful teacher I could only admire from afar would have this side to her? She began to push her tender breasts up and down, her sensitive breasts rubbing against my hard penis, which I constantly kneaded and played with. It was incredibly pleasurable. Her already sensitive body quickly heated up, and her nipples hardened.

The tip of my penis peeked out from between her white, tender breasts, and she stretched out her tongue, sweeping it back and forth over the urethral opening in the center of my glans. The intense stimulation gave me the urge to explode. At this moment, the teacher was increasingly convinced that she was a natural slut; otherwise, how could she do such a shameful thing? "Anyway, I've always been like this; as long as I please my man, that's enough," the teacher thought, completely believing what I said.

"Does it feel good?"

"Of course it feels good..." Seeing that the teacher's breasts were already red from being rubbed, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. The teacher couldn't dodge in time and was sprayed all over her face, mouth, and chest, covered in milky white liquid. "Clean it up for me, and remember to swallow it." I patted the teacher's head and commanded, as if it were a matter of course. The teacher didn't doubt it and obediently used her mouth to carefully clean my penis, swallowing the white semen, as if it were all supposed to be this way. She was just repeating what she had done countless times before, but she didn't expect that all of this was just a lapse in judgment by her student.

Seeing the teacher kneeling on the floor obediently cleaning up my semen, my penis, which had already softened, suddenly became hard again, startling the teacher. This time, I made the teacher kneel on the bed. Her skirt was already pushed up to her waist, and I pulled her wet panties and stockings down to her knees. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and hooked it upwards. The teacher arched her buttocks and buried her head shyly in the pillow, looking like a lying puppy. I moved my finger in and out, but didn't insert my penis, wanting to whet her appetite. The teacher eventually became impatient and had no choice but to arch her back anxiously, actively moving closer to accommodate my penetration. At this moment, my hand changed to grasp the teacher's slender waist and pressed against her thighs perpendicular to her waist, sliding towards her most tender place. Honey juice was squeezed out. At this point, I couldn't resist anymore and began to thrust forcefully. At this moment, the teacher was lying face down on the bed, her hands tightly gripping the sky-blue sheets, her head thrown back as far as she could, moaning incessantly.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... um... um... it feels so good... ah... it's coming again... I... ah... I really can't hold on anymore... um..." Hearing the teacher's moans, watching my penis slide in and out between her round, white buttocks, and kneading her beautiful breasts with my hands, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, collapsing onto the teacher's back.

I gently stroked the teacher's long hair, "So, did you remember anything?"

"Um, not yet..." The teacher was still a little shy.

"It's okay, this can't be rushed. How about we go to the park tomorrow? You used to love going to the park, maybe that will help you remember." I suggested with a lewd grin.

"Was I really like that before...?"

"What do you think?" I buried my head in the teacher's chest and started sucking on a cherry.

I didn't care what the outcome would be anymore; as long as the teacher regained consciousness, she was mine.

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