Honey, it's time to hand in your homework!

Night had fallen, and the moon peeked out from the sky, its bright light streaming through the window and illuminating a large photograph on the wall. Through the faint white light, I could vaguely make out two distinct portraits. The woman, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, nestled against the darkness like a little bird. Perhaps, hidden in the shadows, was a broad, strong arm for her to lean on. But where was the man who had once given her such comfort and brought such a sweet smile

to her face? I didn't know—and I didn't want to know. The hazy moonlight blurred my vision, and I felt lightheaded, my muscles relaxing. I lay listlessly on the soft silk bed, my chest still pounding. I could faintly smell a delicate fragrance, its gentle scent wafting past my nostrils, completely enveloping me in the soft aroma of her hair that clung to my shoulders.

The surroundings seemed to quiet down. A gentle breeze, carrying the soft breaths of a woman, caressed my shoulders, seeping into my neck, tickling me, reaching my very core, uttering a thousand whimpers:

"Baby~ Can't sleep~? I miss you so much~"

I turned my head, looking at the woman nestled beside me. Her delicate features, her slightly flushed face, and the curve of her lips bathed in moonlight—all shone with a captivating allure in this beautiful mist. My thoughts were in turmoil.

Facing this charming woman, a question kept nagging at me:

What should I do? Teacher…

I numbly refocused my gaze on the wall, on the woman in the picture. Although she couldn't answer my questions, just seeing her smile was enough for me…
And how could I describe such a smile? I think it's like the warmth of the first ray of sunshine in the morning, with a captivating freshness that melts away all worries and sorrows, nourishing the soul, and leaving that softest part forever bathed in boundless light.

Yes! It was that smile backlit by the sun, I'll never forget it. It was on her first day of class, when she gave a slightly shy smile to the students she had just met. The whole classroom seemed to be bathed in spring sunshine. Everyone was clapping and laughing like lovesick fools, and a few mischievous students were whistling occasionally. I think everyone felt no discomfort with this newly appointed female homeroom teacher, so I even pretended to sigh and joked with my deskmate:

"I sigh and wipe my tears, begging the goddess to imprison me (and rape me)~"

My deskmate replied with a lewd grin:

"I beg for imprisonment, I beg for approval (and rape), I beg for a relationship~"

And so we chatted back and forth, getting along very well, unaware that she had silently watched all of this! So when she suddenly called on me and singled me out in front of all the classmates, I was incredibly embarrassed. Her two watery eyes were fixed on me, like a sharp sword aimed at my throat, a mixture of chivalrous tenderness and reproach for my flippant attitude, while also questioning what I'd been rambling on about.

The atmosphere in the classroom immediately cooled down; everyone fell silent. I glanced at my friend next to me out of the corner of my eye, only to see him burying his head in his pants, looking like an ostrich! It was clearly a reaction to a desert storm!

I gritted my teeth, a million fragments of inspiration scrambling in my mind, but I couldn't find a suitable idea to get me out of this predicament. So, in a panic, I blurted out a rather embarrassing excuse:

"Teacher~ your stockings ripped~"

I thought my voice was very soft, but every word sounded particularly jarring in the large classroom.
So, for a moment, it seemed these illusions became real. I could almost hear the sound of hundreds of gazes crisscrossing in the classroom, all focused on her long, silk-clad legs from every direction.

These were two alluring legs shrouded in black stockings, their perfect curves smoothing against the silky skin of her lower body, radiating a mysterious allure. This allure flowed from top to bottom, smoothly down to every toe, while her unassuming red high heels encased this mysterious temptation, making every student who saw the glossy surface of her shoes willingly linger.

At this moment, her cheeks seemed to be lightly painted with a blush. A quick, yet elegant, step back perfectly captured the soft tinkling of her heels on the ground. She slightly leaned back, her slender figure swaying gently, like a lotus emerging from the water, revealing her waist, displaying her unintentional, delicate beauty. But that fleeting moment of beauty was gone in an instant! I'm sure no one else in the classroom noticed it except me. Their gazes were all fixed on her lower body; they couldn't possibly notice the beauty of her upper body—

so only I could feel it! Her brown pupils, which had momentarily unfocused, suddenly sharpened again, and the intense gaze they emitted landed squarely on me, so intensely that I trembled involuntarily.

Finally, I was asked to leave, leaning against the classroom doorframe. I could still faintly hear the sound of reading aloud inside—Qu Yuan's Chu Ci. I'd never liked classical Chinese literature before, but now I inexplicably felt a fondness for it. I don't know why, but at least my little brother was holding his head high, looking quite excited. At that moment, I felt like I was doomed—

perhaps the long wait was ultimately preparation, preparation for the punishment that would inevitably come. I stood straight in the teacher's office, the warm sunlight making me feel especially alluring. Even in the deathly silence around me, I could still sense a strange excitement.

She had her legs crossed, the tips of her red high heels hovering in the air, swaying slightly beneath me, yet always pointing towards the place where desire was about to erupt! The sunlight felt warm on my skin, seeping into my heart, leaving me feeling utterly exposed. Enduring it wasn't just torture; sometimes it felt like a wonderful sensation, an inexplicable anticipation or hope.

She lay motionless on her desk, her soft hair swaying gracefully over her shoulders, like a dance of glass. I tried to breathe deeply, attempting to capture the subtle melody within, yet afraid of making too much noise and disturbing this otherwise idyllic spring atmosphere.

Yes, it's like I've become a large tree providing shade, and she's right beneath me, naturally enjoying a kind of leisurely comfort, naturally absorbing some kind of tempting message.

"Tired?"

She's still calmly writing something at her desk, and for a moment I have a hallucination.

"No... not tired."

"Is that so?"

She raises her head, one toe lightly gliding across my crotch, the other simultaneously following, pointing at my throbbing truth, touching it almost imperceptibly, seemingly in no hurry to expose this desire that was already within reach.

I'm rooted to the spot, as if my breathing has lost its rhythm, yet I have to try my best to control this seemingly calm scene. She was watching me with amusement, saying nothing, her hand rubbing the ballpoint pen repeatedly, her silver nails shimmering brightly on it, dazzling my senses. I felt as if the pen itself had learned to breathe, its breaths growing heavier and clearer beneath her slender fingers…
I don't know when, but my lower body was already aroused, my pent-up passion beginning to coalesce into a primal restlessness, stirring up waves of blissful pleasure. As the clear pleasure gradually shattered my reverie, I realized the woman beside me had opened her eyes, gazing at me with tender affection.

Her fingers moved deftly around my penis, her flushed cheeks revealing an unspeakable sorrow. After what seemed like a long hesitation, a soft moan escaped her throat:

"Fuck me~"

"Teacher~ I~"

Before I could finish speaking, she kissed me, her lilac-like tongue swirling restlessly in my mouth. I passively responded, and before I knew it, she was on top of me. Before I could even perceive the direction of this pleasure, she greedily swallowed it all. Inside her warm, moist cave, pleasure was swelling excitedly!

She twisted her waist wildly, as if the whole world was trembling with happiness. Her round breasts licked my greedy gaze back and forth. Instinctively, I stepped forward and took her nipple into my mouth, slowly sucking and teasing it with my tongue. My full saliva soaked into a sticky fluid, nourishing her flower-like smile. Her delicate, fair face became even more beautiful in the vortex of lust.

"Baby~"

Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, revealing a different kind of charm. I couldn't help but recall the way she glared at me in class. An irresistible pleasure made me thrust in a little further.

"Mmm~ Ah~ So big~"

She responded quickly to my throbbing erection, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck me~ Baby~ I want you to fuck me~"

I thrust upwards with all my might, her tight opening swallowing and releasing her wanton love juices. Each thrust gripped me tightly, releasing a tremendous wave of pleasure with every contraction. The current of pleasure from the deepest part of her vagina rapidly permeated every capillary in my body! Everything felt so exhilarating~

The repeated stimulation was like an increasingly tight snare, gradually eroding the foundation of my morality, until the earth crumbled, until life and death separated us. Even though it tightly gripped the throat of fate, the endless pleasure still swallowed up all fear.

Her swaying figure remained graceful, and I couldn't help but stroke the stockings on her legs; the silky touch still lingered in my mind. Was this the stocking she wore to class? My penis kept piercing through the thin fabric at her crotch, searching for the answer deep within her thirsty flesh…

At this moment, she was looking at me, her red lips exuding a fiery allure, her nimble tongue gently licking back and forth, savoring some delicious flavor, its aroma lingering…

“Come here…”

My stiff body felt like a completely outdated, broken machine, taking a long time to respond to a command.
I carefully circled around her pointed red high heels and slowly stopped by the armrest of her chair to her left. I stood there blankly, not understanding what she wanted me to do.

“See?”

“…”

I remained silent, speechless. After a long silence, she suddenly turned her sharp gaze upwards and stabbed me in the chest.

“Where is the place you said the seam broke?”

I was thrown off balance by this sudden rebuke, futilely trying to salvage the situation, only to find myself unable to speak clearly.
"I'm sorry, teacher... I... I was wrong..."

Her shoulders trembled inexplicably, and her attitude softened considerably. Her eyes held a strange, unspoken emotion as they lingered on my body, her breathing becoming heavier.

I felt uncomfortable and instinctively took a few steps back, but she pulled me back.

"Tell me where it is. If you can't find it, you're not going anywhere."

She grabbed my belt with one hand, and with the other, she gently stroked my crotch. Her soft fingers quickly revealed a thick, firm passage beneath me. I felt all the blood rush to her nimble fingertips, and my once-firm back could no longer resist the whirlpool of desire, slowly bending into a trembling arc, succumbing to the potential, earth-shattering pleasure.

"Where is it~"

Her face was full of smiles, her alluring charm gently enveloping me, making me feel weak all over, unable even to speak. Sweat unconsciously soaked my forehead, and I felt like I was about to collapse.

"Show me~ okay?"

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an irresistible binding force, tightly entangling me, leaving me nowhere to escape.

Before I even had a thought of running away, she had already swiftly freed her jade-like hand from my belt, instead grasping my wrist, calmly guiding me on that long and silky journey, to find that deep-seated ravine called desire! That was the first time I had touched a mature woman's thigh. Life has many firsts, and even before you realize it, it has already been firmly etched into your subconscious when you least expect it, making you silently throb in the depths of your heart in some unknown situation.
I slowly enjoyed the silkiness on it, feeling the carnal desire enveloping it. What kind of loneliness, or thirst, must it be? I tried searching inside, looking for that outlet for release.

"Baby~ it's there~"

she responded softly, her eyes half-closed. The moon shyly peeked out from behind the clouds, its bright silver light filling the photograph in front of the window, adorning her rounded collarbone like a silver necklace. This graceful curve reflected a pure and innocent message, floating in the surging heat, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

I slowly teased her engorged clitoris with my index finger, the rhythmic thrusting of my penis into her vagina creating a rich and beautiful melody. I pricked up my ears, listening intently to those thirsty notes, savoring her anxieties, her tenderness, her wantonness, her allure—a thousand turns, each note stirring with emotion.

"Ah~ Ah~~~~ Big cock~ Fuck me~ Fuck me~~"

Listening to her lewd moans, I couldn't help but recall her in class, leading the recitation of the Chu Ci. Those luscious red lips had once uttered the philosophical thoughts of ancient sages with perfect clarity, her earnest tone giving countless students the illusion that she was untouchable.

And now she sat on my lap, murmuring words that were morally offensive. I stared, mesmerized, at her red lips. They had once proudly told me of Qu Yuan's greatness, but now I could make them utter praise from the depths of their souls for my abilities—a blatant, perfect, and endless eulogy!

Nothing could make a boy just beginning to stir his passion feel more proud! Because only I know that the Confucian virtues and high moral standards she embodies beneath her beautiful exterior, like a nun's, are all a facade! She doesn't actually need these things, at least not now. I can proudly use my penis, little by little, to prove this, to puncture all her hypocrisy, to make her tell me herself, with her mouth full of benevolence, what she needs—

"Give me...mmm...ah...baby...you...your...cock...so big..."

That's right—all she needs now is a cock, a really big cock, a cock she likes, and the owner of that cock is me!

Actually, when a woman truly begins to feel passion, it's often the moment a man begins to fear, especially as he approaches the climax, when the feeling of losing everything yet being willing to give up is like molten lava ready to erupt. At that moment, I instinctively doubt whether this woman is truly infatuated with me or with my cock.
I always like to do things that seem unbelievable at crucial moments. Take my hand, for example. It was so lucky back then. It could have easily slid in without any obstacles, but I withdrew at the very moment of desire.

I didn't even dare to look her in the eye. When someone elegantly reveals a deeply hidden flaw to another, that person might feel joy, but wouldn't they also bear the potential for disappointment? I was afraid to face that disappointment, so when I rushed out of the office, I couldn't even imagine what she would look like from behind…

For a long time, I couldn't calm down. I hid alone in a corner, my mind frantically replaying everything that had just happened. I stared incredulously at my finger, that finger reaching for the truth and about to be swallowed by it. It still carried her scent, a scent different from the fragrance of her hair when she turned her head unintentionally during class, different from the incense she exuded when she was close, different from the minty fragrance that emanated from her white teeth and red lips when she recited poetry. This was a unique scent from her body, a faint, sweet aroma, yet it could ignite a hundred times more powerful desire within me, a strong carnal lust that rose beneath me and fermented in my mouth. I suddenly realized I was like a child who hadn't grown up, starting to unconsciously suck on that finger. Maybe I really longed to grow up.

A person's growth is inseparable from the classroom, because they need to spend at least ten years there, sitting upright, studying diligently—a tedious and monotonous process. But if they can find a glimmer of light in that otherwise dull gray space, then that once boring world will instantly take on a different kind of charm!

So, I don't know when it started, but I began cautiously collecting all information about her. Even though I pretended to want to escape this terrible entanglement, I would eventually fall helplessly into this alluring abyss, constantly being drawn in, drawn to pay special attention to the gossip circulating among classmates, the gossip about her.

Through inquiries, I learned that she was basically all alone at home; her husband was often away on business trips, and her child was studying away from home. At first, I couldn't believe she actually had a child!

Later, in Chinese class, under the guise of group discussion, I overheard my deskmate bragging that her husband was remarried, and that they were more than twenty years apart in age. She said she only taught to pass the time. When I heard the
words "pass the time," a strange feeling welled up inside me, mixed with a sense of being consumed and lost. This feeling lingered in my heart, forcing me to immerse myself in a jumble of emotions. I was so engrossed that I didn't even realize I was being called on by the teacher until my deskmate nudged me awake. I stood up in a panic, and all I could see was a somber atmosphere. I could only faintly hear my classmates whispering the contents of the "Li Sao" (a poem by Qu Yuan) next to me, but my mind was completely blank. I

was kept behind again. The sunlight was still bright, but it seemed somewhat forced as it streamed into the classroom. The quiet desks were silent, leaving me to helplessly endure this unspeakable torment, which tossed and turned in my heart, unable to find peace.

She still looked as relaxed as ever, her delicately drawn eyebrows elegantly arched, her gaze full of amorous intent, as if she were smug or secretly pleased, yet I couldn't find even the slightest hint of a smile playing on her lips; her red high heels were still swinging restlessly, but this time they were resting on the corner of the table, revealing her long, silk-clad legs even more clearly, their soft, smooth curves easily evoking a man's burning passion, an irresistible urge.

"Teacher~ I've memorized it~"

I tried to break the silence, taking the opportunity to shift my body, trying to ease the pain, because my lower body was indeed painfully hard.

But she didn't respond, seemingly completely ignoring my presence, completely indifferent. The scorching sun beat down on her slender, graceful body, simultaneously piercing my parched throat. I felt so thirsty. Unconsciously, I took a step closer, lowered my head, and whispered her name. The meager sweetness I managed to squeeze from my bitter throat trembled uncontrollably.

"Teacher~"

"Where's your homework?"

She turned her head, glanced at me, then her gaze fell on her toes. Following her gaze, she casually pulled her silken leg back, and her red toes touched my instep as they landed. I dared not move, unsure how to answer.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Her voice was outwardly gentle and concerned, but her foot resolutely pounded against my foot. It hurt! A jolt ran through me like an electric shock. In a daze, I suddenly noticed a wicked smile on her lips, which sent a chill down my spine.
"Teacher~ I~ I~ don't know about the homework."

"Oh?"

I felt the pressure on my feet increase, and this inexplicable pain forced me to bend over unconsciously. My drooping head was caught in her grasp, and her cold nails dug into the muscles of my neck. Her blood-red cherry lips were so close, and her alluring eyes were captivating.

"I'll let you do it now~"

My heart pounded in my chest. Driven by instinct, I slowly moved closer to her lips, but in that moment of losing control, she suddenly moved away and slowly brought her tempting red lips to my ear.

"How long?"

I felt my face burning like a tomato, all the breath stuck in my throat, and my chest felt incredibly tight.
"Hmm?!"

"How long will it take to finish~"

Her red high heels began to slowly grind down, the pressure increasing. I endured the pain and didn't cry out, but the unvented bitterness eventually escaped through my nostrils with rhythmic moans.

"Heh heh~"

A cold laugh rang in my ear, and at the same time, I felt my legs instantly lighten as she released me. But that didn't mean she was letting me go!

The intoxicating scent of incense made me feel reluctant to leave her side, but then, she suddenly pushed me away violently and told me

to write down the poem "Li Sao" on the blackboard. I picked up the chalk and began to write, but before I could even finish, she hugged me from behind. The suddenness of the situation was too overwhelming; I didn't even have time to react before her nimble hands swiftly slipped inside my underwear and tightly gripped my manhood.

She gently leaned against my back, her breasts full and firm, while her voice sounded rather thin in comparison. Yet, even so, every word she uttered tickled my heart.
"I want to see~"

Her voice was weak, yet filled with seductive magic, captivating me completely.

"You want~"

"You want~"

"How long~"

The voice distracted me, but I tried to stay conscious, forcing my brain to constantly recall what I had just memorized. However, wave after wave of pleasure below mercilessly jolted my thoughts, and often the words I wanted to say wouldn't come to me. A piece of chalk weighing only a few grams felt incredibly heavy in my hand, and my trembling fingertips made me feel like I was about to lose my grip on anything.

"Hurry up~"

"Finish it within the time you want~"

Her slender fingers gracefully wrapped around me, the strength and frequency varying, unknowingly sending me to the clouds of pleasure. At this moment, I felt my body and mind floating, and every word she spoke seemed like heavenly music.

"Oh~ baby~ I didn't expect you to be so amazing~"

"Can it be a little longer~"

"Don't worry about not being able to fit~"

"There's plenty of space~"

She pulled one hand out from under me and grasped my wrist that was holding the chalk.

"Don't tremble~"

"Trust your fingers, they can do it~"

"Because you lick them all the time, right?"

Her words were like a lightning bolt, swiftly shattering my desire. The chalk in my hand snapped in two, and in an instant, an overwhelming wave of pleasure surged through me, making me dizzy and causing my muscles to spasm involuntarily. The wonderful pleasure spread and permeated every cavity inside my body.

Her fingers continued to stroke me, the thick semen rubbing against them, creating a moist sensation. I placed my hands on the blackboard, as if in a surrender gesture. In truth, I was completely enveloped by a burst of happiness, as if I had given up on everything and resigned myself to it.

"Are you done?"

She breathed gently on my cheek from behind, her tone still so soft and kind.

"I'm sorry~ Teacher~ I was wrong~"

"Wrong about what~"

I savored the exhaustion that felt like my body had been drained, forcing my limp legs to straighten, struggling to breathe, as if I couldn't utter a single word.

"Tired~"

"Let the teacher show you, okay?"

Her fingers gently and softly traced the remaining sensitive tips on my penis from bottom to top, carrying silky, slippery semen. She delicately rubbed and caressed my glans before reluctantly withdrawing, her fingers still glistening with her love juices, and drew circles on the blackboard.

"This word is wrong~"

"And that one~"

I ended up making terrible mistakes, because in the blink of an eye, the blackboard was covered with circles and crosses. These grotesque lines and thick semen seemed to have ripped open the gates of darkness, releasing the long-suppressed evil and letting it exude a lewd scent. In an instant, I felt myself being awakened again.

"You've made so many mistakes, how about I teach you again?"

Her hand, which had been drawing circles, gripped my erect penis again. The semen remaining on her fingers was another excellent lubricant, as if my body and soul had completely slid into her grasp, completely at her mercy. My hand, holding half a piece of chalk, was thus allowed to be used arbitrarily by her.

I endured the agonizing pleasure, watching her patiently instruct me stroke by stroke until she finally put down her pen. Only then did I involuntarily experience another climax. At that moment, her fingers were rapidly stroking below, releasing the valve of pleasure again and again. Waves of impulse made me limp and collapse into her arms. I could faintly hear her whispers in my ear:

"Practice diligently, this is your homework~"

I looked weakly at the blackboard. Although my vision was a little blurry, I could still make out the words on it. They were the two words she had taught me:

"Fuck me."

I tried to inhale the blissful pleasure, both my upper and lower body were slightly pulsating, as if something was being forcibly restrained, yet unable to suppress the excitement, contradictorily maintaining a brief period of calm. She was looking at me above me with deep affection, her gentle expression intoxicating.

"Don't stop, baby~"

"Teacher~ Is that man on the wall your husband?"

"What do you think~"

She lowered her head, seeking a kiss, her red lips so close, her tongue gently licking around mine.

"I like to call him 'baby'~"

My lower body trembled involuntarily, then I immediately tried to hold my breath and asked her,
"Teacher~ you have a precious son, right~"

Her delicate body trembled involuntarily, and her eyes sharpened, fixing me intently on my lower body. I felt like her prey, savagely pressed down on the bed by her. A storm of passionate kisses easily robbed me of the right to speak, leaving only the exchange of breath and saliva. Perhaps I asked too many questions~

She held my head, turned my upper body up, and then used her mouth, both her upper and lower lips, to greedily suck the fluids from my body. At this moment, the whole bed was shaking rhythmically. At this moment, the image of this man in the photo kept flashing in my mind. He seemed to be constantly reminding me where I was. This was my teacher's house. She was married, and the wedding photo was on the wall above the bed. And I was on this bed, in this place where that man had once been happy, enjoying a pleasure even more intense than his!
The thick penis was still inside the teacher's body, constantly being swallowed and released. Her dry vagina was filled with lustful fluids, seemingly fermenting and mingling with the strong scent of her perfume, lingering around her, gracefully wandering. It drifted over the valley of her areolas, smeared on her long, folded silk legs, and penetrated the deepest, most thirsty part of her soul, vibrating incessantly.

Wave after wave of sinful pleasure made all the moral burdens in her heart flutter and wander, because everything was too complicated. In fact, she only needed a penis, a penis that could satisfy her. But when everything was ready to go, there always needed a specific charge to trigger it!

I saw her gracefully and slowly tighten her lower orifice, then lean over and gently moan in my ear:

"Baby~ it's time to hand in the homework~"

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