Arrogant female music teacher

Main Text [The Arrogant Female Music Teacher] (Internship)

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

For nearly nine weeks, Zhuozhi has been working as an intern teacher at a prestigious secondary school on Hong Kong Island. This school is located on

a small hill in the south, founded by a well-known Hong Kong organization. Most of its students are from wealthy families, and every morning,

the sloping road leading to the school gate is filled with luxury cars.

Nine weeks ago, Zhuozhi began her internship.

On her first day, she wore a lake-blue suit skirt. This outfit attracted the attention of every

passenger in the luxury cars. Her long skirt was somewhat tight, pushing up her hips; from behind, Zhuozhi's apple-shaped buttocks were alluring to

every pair of eyes.

Huang Zhuozhi's bust was usually a front-fastening, compression style, which evened out the excess fat on her abdomen and made her already

small figure appear even higher.

Under the April morning sun, she walked into the school gate. From a young age, she was praised by her teachers and parents, who assumed she was

a high achiever . Therefore, she always considered herself the center of attention and was arrogant towards disadvantaged students and colleagues.

For the past nine weeks, she had been constantly scheming about how to become a permanent staff member at the school. If she could become a permanent

degree-granting teacher, she could definitely show off in front of her students.

These days, newly hired teachers are often assigned to contract positions, which involve more

work , lower salaries (several thousand dollars less), and annual contracts. Permanent teachers offer more security; as long as they don't commit

criminal or indecent offenses, they should be able to work until retirement.

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

parties .

One student in her Form 4 class could potentially provide her with significant assistance.

According to colleagues, Mo Weicong is the child of a high-ranking school official. This child had already achieved a piano performance grade before entering secondary school and

could play more than ten instruments, composing orchestral pieces and conducting orchestras. He was always silent in class

.

The only thing that elicited a reaction from Mo Weicong was sound. Whether it was the screams of classmates playing or

the sharp sound of fingernails scraping chalk on black ink, it all made him tense. If he heard the screeching of knives and forks scraping against dishes,

his face would contort.

Huang Zhuozhi, knowing Mo Weicong's characteristics from his previous teacher, was full of confidence and always believed she

could tame him.

Unexpectedly, Huang Zhuozhi, whose piano skills were mediocre, singing skills were average, and teaching was terrible, did not anger this young

Mozart .

In class, sometimes when Huang Zhuozhi played a wrong note, Mo Weicong would only chuckle to himself, as if he were thinking about something. After

nine weeks, Huang Zhuozhi completed her internship, and the students held a farewell party, which

was attended by the school's higher-ups as usual.

"Everyone, remember to keep studying hard after I leave. Don't worry about me; I'll come to visit you often,"

Huang Zhuozhi said in her prepared speech. "I think your school is the best, and I hope to have

the opportunity ." Many students were watching the school's leadership's reaction.

"We thank Teacher Huang for her hard work during this time. We hope that Teacher Huang will continue to benefit the education sector,"

a school official replied in a bureaucratic tone.

The former teacher, worried about losing her position, felt somewhat relieved upon hearing this and immediately bowed and

fawned over the school leadership, offering them food.

After the event, everyone had eaten the cakes and taken photos as usual, leaving only Mo Weicong and Huang Zhuozhi in the music room.

"Teacher Huang, thank you for teaching for these nine weeks. I've spent the most time in this music room, so I'll

tidy it up to avoid troubling the school staff. Please pack your things first," Mo Weicong said. "This is our

first conversation. I thought you, the rising star of the music world, didn't like me," Huang Zhuozhi said.

"I also enjoy your classes; music has always been my career path. Speaking of me,

what are your plans after your internship?" Mo Weicong rarely showed concern for others. "We'll be going to the university's education college,

and we can start looking for jobs around June or July."

"According to other teachers, it's been difficult for prospective teachers to find jobs these past few years. I wish you find your ideal job soon."

Mo Weicong's conversation seemed rehearsed.

"After today, you'll be leaving. Let's have a four-hand piano duet." In the center of the music room

stood a piano. Mo Weicong took Huang Zhuozhi's hand and led her to it.

"This piano has a pretty good tone. Let's play Mozart's KV52," Mo Weicong said.

Mo Weicong had played this piece countless times, memorizing every note, and his technique was excellent. Huang Zhuozhi

could only handle ordinary pieces, and having to read the sheet music, she found it very difficult to play.

"Hey, Mo, your piano skills are truly amazing, they've really opened my eyes." The ever-competitive Huang Zhuozhi

conceded .

"Ms. Huang, I was thinking, I could ask my uncle to hire you as the head teacher of the orchestra. Then

you could join as a permanent faculty member. If I were the conductor, winning awards would be a piece of cake, and

becoming a professor or even vice-principal wouldn't be difficult either." Mo Weicong said, adjusting his glasses with his right hand.

"The problem is: Ms. Huang, besides the piano, what other instruments can you play? As the instructor, you

probably can't allow your members to be better than you." Mo Weicong's tone sounded like that of a high-ranking official.

His gaze fell on the mint-green bra peeking through Huang Zhuozhi's shirt. That mint-green hue was like

cotton candy , tempting the greedy child. He looked away. "Come on, let's play the harp in the music room."

Mo Weicong took Huang Zhuozhi's hand and led her to the music room connected to the main music room.

This middle school was not only larger than most, but also generously funded by its board of directors, boasting over ten music rooms for

students to practice their instruments. In

one of these rooms stood a harp, a champagne-gold instrument as tall as an adult.

The room, its walls lined with soundproofing, was so quiet you could hear your own pulse. "

Ms. , why don't you play a little? You'd be beautiful playing the harp," Huang Zhuozhi smiled, taking off her suit jacket and

sitting down at the harp, about to begin.

Her playing was mediocre, with many wrong notes and off-key performances, but Mo Weicong didn't frown as usual. "Your hands

aren't very big, you can stand a little closer to the harp. Your shoulders are too stiff, relax a bit," Mo Weicong said, standing behind her and

seemingly instructing his teacher.

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

Mo Weicong's voice was soft, and this bold student extended his tongue, kissing his teacher's earlobe and the back of her neck.

Three more buttons were already fastened on her shirt, causing Huang Zhuozhi's heart to race.

The female teacher's hands trembled slightly, unable to continue playing. She said, "You can't do this, Mo." "

Teacher Huang, didn't you want to continue teaching here? You know, if I ask my uncle,

the chances are very high." Mo Weicong spoke in an adult's manner; he knew this woman's weakness.

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

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

a Greek goddess.

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

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

"I'll teach you. I'm a very good music teacher." Mo Weicong grinned maliciously, unhooking Huang Zhuozhi's bra

. He hung the bra on the wooden frame of the harp, removed the mint green bra, and Huang Zhuozhi crossed her arms, clearly

having lost confidence.

Mo Weicong didn't mind; at this moment, he could focus on teaching, proving he truly was a better music

teacher. He gently pushed Huang's body forward, her nipples pressed against the strings. "Like this, feel the harp

's tone," Weicong began to play.

He intentionally showed Huang his skill. When he played certain notes, the vibrations of the strings stimulated

her still sensitive nipples, varying the tempo, sometimes even the areolas felt the gentle caress of the strings.

Huang Zhuozhi, with her considerable sexual experience, enjoyed this unprecedented sensation. Unconsciously, she moved to

the rhythm of the harp, letting the strings caress her nipples. After a few minutes of stimulation, Huang Zhuozhi's blush spread to her neck, yet she

wanted to put the pacifiers on her body into a baby's mouth.

Mo Weicong saw Huang Zhuozhi experiencing pleasure, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Huang Zhuozhi's nipples

stood erect, perhaps yearning for Mo Weicong's suckling.

"The harp might be too difficult for you, so play the melodica, which even elementary school students can play." He

took the melodica from a drawer in the music room.

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

Huang Zhuozhi had no way to resist.

First, the tight skirt of her suit, then her underwear. "I didn't expect Teacher Huang's underwear to be so cheap. Maybe you

think a bra is more helpful for teaching than underwear. Do you think confidence in education comes from breasts?" Mo Weicong

said with a smile.

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

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

"Sit down." He knew this woman would no longer resist.

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

Apart from a gynecological examination, Huang Zhuozhi had never experienced such humiliation.

"Teacher's genitals are pretty much the same as many women's, right? Why don't you shave your pubic hair?" He

turned around and started playing the melodica.

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

Perhaps Huang Zhuozhi was willing at that moment.

However, Mo Weicong wouldn't let her off easily. He licked the mouthpiece of the harmonica wet, bent down, and inserted the mouthpiece

into Zhuozhi's hairy and lubricated area, her vagina making a "squeak" sound.

Although Huang Zhuozhi wasn't a virgin, the harmonica mouthpiece was flat and thick, causing her slight pain. "Blow. Blow hard,"

Mo Weicong commanded Zhuozhi. Huang Zhuozhi was clearly not a virgin; it wasn't tight anymore, and with a slippery lubrication, the mouthpiece fell to the ground.

"Put it back in yourself, tighten the muscles there, like you're holding back urine! Don't you want me to get the school

to hire you? Only teachers who are popular with students are hired. I'll ask all the students to support your appointment to the school board,"

Mo Weicong said.

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

body.

A cream-colored tube was inserted into her lower body. To produce a sound, she desperately squeezed her legs together to close the mouthpiece, but

the pubic hair on Huang Zhuozhi's lower abdomen was still visible.

Zhuozhi couldn't resist, so she took a few deep breaths and used her abdominal muscles to try and make her genitals play the harmonica.

Zhuozhi produced a few untoned notes.

Weicong, still unsatisfied, said, "Hands, play the harmonica." Huang Zhuozhi gradually learned to control her lower body

muscles and could produce more notes.

Untoned single notes, emerging from the tube in Zhuozhi's lower body, passed through the keys and resounded throughout the music

room.

This bold student wasn't satisfied; he not only pushed the keys towards Zhuozhi's hands with his left hand, but also

played with .

Those who play instruments have particularly dexterous hands.

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

In less than two minutes, Huang Zhuozhi experienced another climax.

Mo Weicong watched with satisfaction as Teacher Huang's thighs spread wide open due to the pleasure.

"Hahahaha, off-key, Teacher Huang, you'll have to play it again!" Weicong grinned maliciously.

Weicong watched as Huang Zhuozhi experienced two external climaxes. She could no longer control her lower muscles and

had to stop, her face flushed and her mouth agape as she breathed heavily.

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

"Teacher Huang, you can't even play the harmonica well, how can you lead the school orchestra? Tell me, what instrument are you

best at ?" Mo Weicong said with a sneer.

Huang Zhuozhi could play very few instruments, most of which were only at the beginner level. However, she liked to fill in the instruments she had only superficially learned

on her resume to fill in the gaps in her resume in order to get a higher position.

She knew that her only skill was in the piano, so even though she knew that Mo Weicong was also an expert, she forced herself to say,

"Piano."

"Alright, alright, I knew you'd answer piano. You'll play a solo. Remember, you can't make a mistake this time."

Mo Weicong took the key and opened the piano room door. Inside was a grand piano used for

ceremonies or school anniversaries.

Huang Zhuozhi was completely naked, her white body contrasting sharply with the red velvet walls of the piano room. She started

with Onind," her most practiced piece

, an exam piece for the Royal Academy of Music in London. Anyone with a grade six or seven level could easily play it.

"You played this one, showing your skill," Mo Weicong sneered. "You must be very confident."

At that moment, Mo Weicong lifted Huang Zhuozhi from behind, sweeping the piano bench aside with his right foot.

He had already removed all his lower body clothing, and a hard object pierced Huang Zhuozhi's body from behind. Huang

Zhuozhi was forced to play off-key. She missed half a measure.

"Keep going! Don't stop, pay attention to the rhythm! Don't mess it up! Play the chords well!" Mo Weicong was already

wielding his conductor's baton inside Huang Zhuozhi's body.

Huang Zhuozhi didn't push away with her hands, continuing to play with all her might. Perhaps it was the previous perverse foreplay, perhaps she knew

the benefits her student could bring, or perhaps it was her own need that led to today's humiliating performance.

"Pay attention to the rhythm!" he commanded Huang Zhuozhi as he thrust in and out. At this moment, Huang Zhuozhi realized that

the conductor's baton inside her was thrusting in and out in rhythm with "Ond," varying the depth. When the music was light,

she would step easily; when the rhythm was stronger, Mo Weicong would go deeper.

Of course, Mo Weicong had memorized the famous score since childhood. He had

memorized "Ond" by heart since junior high school, but he probably never thought that "Ond" could help him conquer this arrogant

intern teacher. The piece was about twenty-five minutes long, with many changes in dynamics and tempo.

这一刻，随着自己第三次高潮，莫韡骢瓦解了她因琴艺而来的自信。乐曲与

黄绰芝都溃不成军。

当高潮的一刻，整个钢琴室也听到她的叫声。她的脸倒在琴键上。

莫韡骢满意地退出自己的指挥棒，这时他转身取出身边西洋鼓棍，竟连续打

了黄绰芝臀部数十下，受着这几十下棒打，黄绰芝的屁股似是一个给受鞭伤的桃

子。

最令莫韡骢赏心悦目的，应该就是连续敲打而淌出阴道的白浓精液。

「你如果没有吃避孕丸，我给钱你买事后丸吧。」说着就抛下了一千元纸币。

那金色的纸币刚好掉在黄绰芝的那双高跟鞋上。

莫韡聪抽着裤子说：「有余钱就买好一点的高跟鞋，你这双的响声很难听。

一听就知道是平宜货，你想要在这里教书，当然不可以寒酸。」他整理衣服后就

步出音乐室，留下一具被玩弄完的躯体。

她上半身倒在琴键上，仍在喘气。大约晚上八时半，黄绰芝再化好妆，整理

了衣服，更把头发梳理好。她棒着一大袋教案与文件，向守卫与当值校工道别。

「黄老师，再见，你好受学生欢迎！有机会来探我们！」校门的校工婶婶

说。

黄绰芝在地铁上想：「也好，靠着莫韡骢，我应该会比其他同学找到一份教

师工作。说不定校董会因为乐团，令我在这里步步高升。」

她想着，她的男友多多，多了阿骢一个也不多。八月，黄绰芝从学生口中得

知，莫韡骢在七月已经到了奥地利念音乐学院。也许他不会来香港。

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