Teacher Zhang from the back hill of the school

Zhang Yue'e sat at her desk grading papers. She is a 38-year-old middle school math teacher. Having started teaching at 22, nearly 16 years of teaching have left her feeling extremely tired. Many say that while teaching is a relatively suitable profession for women, the current state of education makes female teachers age faster. Just a few days ago, a new female teacher in the office, who had been there for less than a year, was hospitalized, apparently due to an endocrine disorder. It's truly worrying that her health is deteriorating at such a young age. But Zhang Yue'e herself is doing well. Although years of work have made her look a little older, she has never stopped exercising. Her husband is a physical education teacher, and they both teach at the same school, so they can support each other at work and her husband can provide considerable guidance on health maintenance.

At 38, although she occasionally feels fatigued at work, she still tries her best to maintain a good mental state every day. Her students like her. Whenever she teaches a new class, everyone exclaims in unison, "What a beautiful math teacher!" "Beautiful" is the highest compliment she can receive. In the students' hearts, she was always a gentle and kind figure, with long, flowing hair, a tall and slender build, and fair skin. Her beautiful face, though bearing the marks of time, exuded a refreshing and soothing charm. Behind her glasses, a pair of tender, watery eyes always gazed at you with gentle affection; even when angry, it seemed like she was being affectionate. No wonder the students loved her so much; they felt no age gap between her and them—this "mature woman" quality was something many women lacked.

She was 170cm tall, with a well-proportioned figure, truly slender, especially her beautiful legs, which drew envy from many when she wore fitted jeans. Even now, many male teachers at the school still admire her. Why did she become a teacher? Many people were puzzled. With her intelligence and beauty, she could have easily found a better job and married someone better, yet she dedicated herself to education for over a decade and married a physical education teacher—it was truly baffling. Many thought that the physical education teacher had gotten a great deal; had he accumulated immense good karma in his past life? At 25, they married and soon had a daughter who looked as beautiful as her mother. From then on, Zhang Yue'e lived a life of devoted wife and mother.

Under the lamp, in her pajamas, she was still carefully grading papers. It was really hot, but thankfully the air conditioning was on. Suddenly, her phone lit up. She opened it and saw a new WeChat message—a stranger had requested to add her as a friend. The message read: "Your former student—Li Bin." Li Bin? Which Li Bin? In her many years as a teacher, she had taught hundreds, even thousands, of students. How could she possibly remember everyone? She usually ignored such requests. First, she considered WeChat a private space, only for communication with family and friends; students usually added her on QQ. Second, if there was anything, she could call or text directly; she always gave her phone number to every student she had taught.

She put the phone aside and continued grading papers. But soon her phone lit up again, the message reading: "Teacher Zhang, this is Li Bin. It's been so many years since I left school, and I've missed you terribly. I hope you can accept my application." The student was very eager. Should she refuse? She felt a pang of guilt. A student remembering their teacher was a profound sentiment; she'd make an exception—she added the student as a friend.

"Teacher Zhang."

"Hmm."

"This is Li Bin. Do you remember me?" (First posted on Xingba)

"I'm sorry, after so many years of teaching, my memory of many students is hazy. Which year were you in?" She even felt a little ashamed.

"You taught us math back in 1997, the year we graduated."

"Oh, that was a long time ago. You must be 27 this year, right? 1997 was the year I graduated; I was only 22 then."

"Yes, I'm exactly 27 this year."

"You're an adult now."

"Yes. Teacher Zhang, I really miss you. I think you're the most beautiful teacher I've ever met!"

"Oh, I'm really embarrassed to hear you say that. I feel old now."

"No, you're not old at all. In my heart, you'll always be young."

"Thank you so much for saying that. It's getting late, I need to rest. You should go to sleep too. We can chat again sometime." She put down her phone and prepared to go to sleep. But then, a message notification popped up on WeChat, and she instinctively picked it up to look at it.

"Teacher Zhang, I want to show you something," the other person said.

"Hmm?"

A picture was sent. Zhang Yue'e felt a chill run down her spine and immediately froze, at a loss for what to do.

“Teacher Zhang, I’d like to see you this weekend.”

“Uh…okay…”

“Then I’ll let you know the location and time in advance. You should get some rest.”

That night, Zhang Yue’e didn’t sleep a wink.

Let’s go back to 2000. Zhang Yue’e had only been teaching for three years.

The school was located in the suburbs, and the campus still had old-fashioned rural classrooms—the kind of tiled-roof houses with straight roofs—unlike the tall teaching buildings that have been renovated now. The campus was larger then, and staff dormitories were provided for new teachers, also tiled-roof houses like the classrooms. The dormitories were single rooms, provided for teachers who lived far away, especially those from out of town. Zhang Yue’e lived at the very back of the dormitory area, keeping all her belongings there, and went home once a week. After three years of teaching, she was already very skilled at her job and had won the recognition of all the teachers in the school, especially the male teachers who admired her greatly. She was 25 years old at this time, the most beautiful years of a woman’s life, radiating youthful vitality. Some say a 25-year-old woman is like a ripe apple, still a little green, and this description couldn't be more fitting for Zhang Yue'e. At the time, she had short hair, often wore fitted sportswear, and possessed a tall, curvaceous figure. Her breasts were firm but not bulky, her buttocks were incredibly firm and bouncy, and her skin was fair with a rosy glow, smooth as if coated with bath gel, and she exuded a fragrant aroma. It's no exaggeration to say that she was the object of sexual fantasies for all the male teachers in the school, and even some teenage boys. Of course, this doesn't exclude the possibility of some idle individuals loitering outside the school.

Around 2000, China, especially the suburbs of the capital, was undergoing urbanization. The popular culture of the city center was constantly impacting the local, simple folk customs, and the idea that education was useless was rampant. Many students, influenced by this culture, began dyeing their hair, fighting, dropping out of school early, and then wandering aimlessly in society. They believed they could become like Hong Kong gangsters, forming a gang and relying on simple brotherhood to make money and women. But this idea was naive. Their so-called "underworld" was their own hometown, and their so-called brotherhood was just about smoking and drinking together, and helping each other get revenge when someone was bullied. In the end, they couldn't make it outside their local area, and to demonstrate their leadership, they bullied younger male students and harassed female students at the school gate. Over time, they became known as local bullies.

Among them was a man nicknamed "Big Donkey," or simply "Brother Donkey." He was 30 years old at the time, had dropped out of school early, and had been drifting through society. After years of "struggle," he finally became the leader of this group of thugs, waiting for his "prey" at the school gate every morning and evening. One day, as he was trying to get students to hand over their pocket money, Zhang Yue'e stopped him.

"Oh, a pretty female teacher is going to stand up for her students!" he said lewdly, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yue'e's face.

Zhang Yue'e ignored him. She knew there was no point in talking to this kind of social scum; the best course of action was to leave with her students as soon as possible. But to be honest, she had rarely dealt directly with this kind of person before, especially when he stared at her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable and even insulted.

Brother Donkey released his students, but as Zhang Yue'e led them past him, her fragrance wafted over, sending a shiver down his spine and causing him to suddenly become aroused. He'd been hanging around here for so long, how come he'd never noticed such a beautiful female teacher? When had she arrived?

That night, back home, Brother Donkey couldn't forget the day's events, couldn't forget Zhang Yue'e. Lying in bed, recalling the moment, he felt an indescribable excitement. That teacher's name was Zhang Yue'e (he learned this later), she was so beautiful, not only beautiful, but also so young. He was 30 years old now, still unmarried, and a virgin. Whenever he had sexual needs, he could only satisfy them with his right hand. If he could taste this teacher, his life would be truly worthwhile. But how could he be worthy of her? It was all his fault for not being ambitious enough, ending up in this state, respected only by his cronies. Filled with remorse, he turned on his VCR, put in a Hong Kong adult film, and used it to masturbate.

The man and woman in the video were making out intimately, but his mind was still filled with Zhang Yue'e. He began to imagine the woman in the video as Zhang Yue'e, being pinned down by the man in the video, emitting soft moans. As he watched, he unconsciously began to loosen his belt and, in rhythm with the television, masturbate with his glove. One of the main reasons he was called "Donkey Brother" was his long and large penis, estimated to be 20 centimeters. Of course, this couldn't compare to that of Black men, but in China at that time, it was definitely far above average.

The video continued to play, the woman's moans grew louder, and the man's thrusting speed gradually increased, with Donkey Brother's hand rhythm matching the video. As the man in the video pulled out his penis and quickly thrust it over the woman's head, spraying thick semen onto her face, Donkey Brother's body reached its climax, a powerful spurt of semen shooting out from the glans, so forcefully that it hit the wall above the television. He kept chanting in his mind, "Zhang Yue'e is mine... Zhang Yue'e is mine... Zhang Yue'e..." Even after the semen spurted out, his penis remained hard, and his hand continued to stroke it, as if his penis had already entered Zhang Yue'e's body. With each stroke, his lower body began to tremble, and some more semen flowed from the glans, dripping onto his hand and making his penis sticky. The afterglow of this orgasm left him feeling completely limp. "I must have Zhang Yue'e!" he resolved.

The next afternoon, Donkey Brother arrived at the school gate and slipped into the campus while the gatekeeper was taking a nap. It was 1:30 PM, and the students were having their first class; the campus was quiet. He quickly rushed to the female teachers' dormitory area, wanting to see which room Zhang Yue'e lived in. The school's dormitory area was far from the teaching area, and teachers generally didn't return to their dormitories during class time, even taking a nap in their offices during lunch breaks, so he rarely encountered anyone.

Upon arriving at the dormitory area, Donkey Brother began to carefully check the room numbers. The school had put name tags on the doors of each teacher's dormitory, so they were easy to find. Zhang Yue'e's dormitory was at the very end. When Donkey Brother arrived at the door, his heart began to pound with excitement, nervousness, and even a little fear—afraid of being seen. He checked his watch; the first period of the afternoon had only started ten minutes ago, so there was still plenty of time. He knocked gently on the door, but there was no response, meaning Zhang Yue'e had already gone to class, and the door wasn't locked—which made sense; who would think someone would sneak into the teachers' dormitory area?

Donkey Brother gently pushed the door open, still worried about what would happen if Zhang Yue'e was resting and was woken up and found him. But his inner impulse made him take the plunge, and he couldn't worry about that anymore. After pushing the door open, Donkey Brother peeked inside; it was empty. The dormitory wasn't large, but the beds were all neatly made. He stepped into the room and instantly smelled a pleasant fragrance, the same scent Zhang Yue'e had smelled when she passed by him that day.

He gently closed the door and looked around. The clean bedding looked freshly washed, and several pieces of underwear hung on the clothes rack—all milky-white bras and panties. He walked over and sniffed them; they had the same pleasant fragrance. Then, he opened the simple wardrobe in the room, inside which were neatly arranged some clothes: dresses, jeans, and several pairs of white stockings. The furnishings in the room were simple—no wonder, since the teachers went home almost every week, carrying so much stuff would be a burden. Donkey Brother walked to the bed and sat down. The bed was soft, so he lay down on it. The fragrance filled the room, making him start to daydream. If he could taste Zhang Yue'e's flavor on this bed, he would die happy! He fantasized about pressing Zhang Yue'e down beneath him, caressing and kissing her white flesh, making her moan like the women in porn movies, and then entering her body and becoming one with her—his penis became erect. He pulled down his pants, revealing his thick penis, and began to masturbate with his right hand. Soon, his penis became hard as an iron rod—he felt a rush of blood inside. Suddenly, he sat up, took a pair of underwear from the hanger, smelled it, and then used it to cover his penis, beginning to masturbate forcefully. Each stroke was unusually forceful, as if he wanted to tear the underwear apart, much like thrusting into Zhang Yue'e's vagina with all his might. Five minutes later, his penis oozed fluid, soaking his underwear. He increased his speed, repeatedly whispering, "Zhang Yue'e... Zhang Yue'e... you are mine... mine... mine... uh--" A thick stream of semen spurted out, seeping from the other side of the underwear covering his glans, like squeezing toothpaste. He sat back down on the bed, but still kept the underwear covering his glans, not removing it for a long time.

After a while, he finally took off the underwear and put his pants back on. He initially wanted to take the underwear, but fearing it would arouse suspicion and cause future inconvenience, he spent a long time wiping it inconspicuously on the bed sheet to clean off the semen. Then he hung it back in its place, quietly left the dormitory, and slipped out of the campus.

Back home, Donkey Brother's heart was still racing; the experience had been incredibly exciting. He couldn't forget the fragrance filling the room, and the smell of the underwear. Although leaving his semen on Zhang Yue'e's underwear seemed satisfying at first glance, what good was it? The real thrill came from actually having sex with her; everything else was just wishful thinking. Or, like in the video, what if he put his penis in Zhang Yue'e's mouth and ejaculated inside? Wouldn't that be even more pleasurable? However, thinking was easier than doing. He didn't even have the chance to get close to Zhang Yue'e; how could he possibly realize such a pipe dream?

Suddenly, he remembered a common plot in the video: the female protagonist was caught red-handed and threatened, and for her own safety or some other reason, she had no choice but to submit to the pervert in the story and offer herself to him. But what lessons could he possibly learn from this? What leverage could he possibly have over Zhang Yue'e? He didn't even have the chance to get close to her. But then, a sudden inspiration struck him.

Two days later, Brother Donkey borrowed a camera from a friend. He knew that to get Zhang Yue'e to submit, he would have to secretly take some compromising photos of her, then find a way to arrange a meeting with her to show them to her. That way, his chances of succeeding would be much higher. The school's teachers' toilet was right next to the dormitory area, and it was open-air. Although the toilet wall was high, it was no problem for someone as tall and agile as Brother Donkey. He just needed to find a secluded spot to lie in wait. The toilet was located on the edge of the school's perimeter wall, and the excrement was directly discharged into a septic tank outside the wall—that was common practice in rural schools at the time. Therefore, he didn't need to sneak into the school again; he just needed to endure the stench and wait outside the wall for his opportunity. Outside the school toilet was a small hill, and nobody usually came here, so no one would notice him.

Two days later, Brother Donkey put his plan into action. Without even having breakfast, he rushed to the school toilet wall, lowered a few bricks against the side wall, and stood on top, peering inside. It was only 5:30 in the morning. He chose this time because he figured female teachers usually needed to use the toilet in the morning, and would be less dressed, making it easier to get his hands on them. But things weren't as simple as he thought. Several female teachers did come, dressed lightly, some even in their underwear. But Zhang Yue'e wasn't among them. Brother Donkey was somewhat disheartened. The school also had a communal toilet for students, and some teachers might not use the teacher's toilet in the morning, but instead use the student toilet during breaks. Zhang Yue'e was no exception. The chances of his plan succeeding were too slim. He couldn't very well go to the student toilet area, especially since it was crowded and he'd be easily exposed. Just then, he heard footsteps approaching. He quickly held his breath, carefully raised his camera, and turned off the flash.

There she was—Zhang Yue'e! It was the person he'd been dreaming of! He hadn't waited in vain. Zhang Yue'e had clearly finished washing up and was dressed impeccably. A white shirt, jeans, sneakers, and white stockings—she looked so pure and innocent. Donkey Brother was stunned. He recalled his experience in the dormitory that day, and his penis immediately became erect, his mouth constantly swallowing. Zhang Yue'e unbuckled her belt, took off her jeans, and squatted down to urinate. Donkey Brother immediately pressed the shutter, capturing the moment she squatted down. Because of the distance and the side view, she wasn't noticed, but this only allowed for a side view, which was too limited; he only saw Zhang Yue'e's snow-white buttocks. So, Donkey Brother quickly moved to a slightly forward side, roughly at a 45-degree angle to the target, and raised the camera again. He completed this series of actions quickly. When he was in position, he saw Zhang Yue'e wiping her genitals with toilet paper, then standing up. Donkey Brother saw the thick pubic hair on Zhang Yue'e's genitals, a stark contrast to her snow-white skin. He pressed the shutter again, taking in everything. Unbeknownst to Zhang Yue'e, she was falling deeper and deeper into someone else's scheme.

That afternoon, Donkey Brother found a friend who owned a photo studio and asked him to develop twenty photos. Digital cameras weren't common then, and his friend, holding the negatives, curiously asked Donkey Brother what they were for.

"Just some photos from videos I watch, showing scenes from the story. Actually, I took some others, but I only brought these today," Donkey Brother quickly fabricated a lie.

"Isn't it unnecessary to develop so many? If you want to use this to masturbate, you might as well just use the video recording," his friend pressed, seemingly unintentionally.

"I can't always do this in front of the TV, can I? Are you suggesting that every time I want to masturbate, I have to turn on the TV and play the video? That's too much trouble. It's much easier to develop more photos; it's much more convenient to use them, and I won't feel bad if I lose them," his friend said without further questioning, and developed the photos. Donkey Brother paid accordingly.

Three days later, as Zhang Yue'e was leaving school to buy breakfast, she was suddenly stopped by the old man at the gatehouse.

"Teacher Zhang, here's a letter for you."

"Mine?" Zhang Yue'e was surprised.

"Yes, it was placed outside the gatehouse window first thing this morning. I saw it when I opened the window."

Zhang Yue'e walked into the gatehouse and took the letter from the old man. The envelope had no address or right side; only "To Teacher Zhang Yue'e" was scribbled on the front. Who would write to her? Many of her university classmates were no longer in contact. Only a few female classmates knew her current work address, but she couldn't be without an address, could she? Could it be a prank? Probably done by students at the school; kids these days are really mischievous.

Zhang Yue'e took the letter, but didn't have time to open it all day. Teaching was very busy; she didn't even have time to eat. The school was about to undergo supervision from higher authorities, and everyone was preparing intensely. Only at night, lying in bed, could she truly relax.

Around nine o'clock that evening, she returned to her dormitory. After washing up, she lay in bed reflecting on the busy day, when she suddenly remembered the letter from that morning. She had added it to her folder and brought it back, placing it on the table. She put on her slippers, walked to the table, sat down, and gently tore open the envelope. Inside, it seemed to contain some stiff pieces of paper. Zhang Yue'e reached in and took out the contents—two photos. One showed her standing with her pants half-pulled down, and the other showed her standing after urinating, her pants half-pulled up, her thick pubic hair clearly visible. Her face instantly turned red, her heart began to race, and tension and panic surged through her. Who did this? When? She had no clue, holding the photos, her mind blank. Instinctively, she reached into the envelope again to see what else was there. The photos were gone, but there was a note that read: "Hello, Teacher Zhang, I'd like to meet with you to talk. Please accept this small gift. If you're free, meet me tomorrow night after 9:30 at the back of the school. I'll be waiting for you."

After reading it, Zhang Yue'e fell into deep thought. She was sure she had encountered a pervert, and the person had been watching her for more than just a day or two. But who was it? A male teacher at the school? Or someone from outside the school? A few days ago, a male teacher did indeed hint at confessing his feelings to her after school, but she politely refused. Could he really be so despicable for that? What should she do now? Tell her colleagues or call the police immediately? Would that put her in a disadvantageous position?

It has to be said, Zhang Yue'e was too young and overconfident. After analyzing the situation, she guessed it was the work of a male teacher at the school. He was probably upset about being rejected, which was why he acted so extremely. If she could persuade him, all these problems could be solved; the most important thing was that these photos couldn't be seen by anyone else.
Around 9:20 the next day, Zhang Yue'e went alone to the back hill of the school. The weather was somewhat muggy, and cicadas were still chirping incessantly in the trees, which was quite irritating. Although it was summer, it was already dark around her, with only the streetlights inside the school wall illuminating the surroundings. She stopped, scanned her surroundings, and saw a figure waving at her from a corner of the wall in the distance, so she reluctantly walked over.

"Teacher Zhang, long time no see!" the person greeted her first.

Zhang Yue'e walked closer and, in the dim light of the lamplight from inside the wall, recognized him as the man who had robbed students of their money at the school gate that day. She panicked immediately.

"We've already met that day, let's get to know each other again today. Everyone calls me Brother Donkey, you can call me that too. I haven't been able to forget you since I saw you that day. I've been in this business for so many years and I'm still single. I think you'd be perfect to be my girlfriend. I wonder if you'd be willing?" Brother Donkey was actually quite nervous as he said this. Although he had been a tough guy in the underworld, and fighting was nothing to him, this was the first time he had ever dealt with a woman, especially in this kind of situation. He really didn't know how to handle any extreme reactions from her.

"Did you take those photos?" Zhang Yue'e asked, suppressing her humiliation and anger.

"Yes, I took them. Because I can't forget you, I wanted to see the real you. You don't know how much I dream about you, especially your snow-white buttocks and thick pubic hair." Brother Donkey took a step forward to test her reaction and also to gauge her bottom line.

Hearing the words Donkey Brother utter, Zhang Yue'e felt deeply insulted and desecrated, especially since he was commenting on her body.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Didn't I just say I wanted you to be my girlfriend?" Donkey Brother saw Zhang Yue'e's reaction, proving he was capable of taking her, but wanted to go further and solidify the relationship.

"You're dreaming! Don't you know you're committing a crime? It's not too late to turn back, or I'll call the police!" Zhang Yue'e's words were forceful, but her tone betrayed a underlying weakness.

“Teacher Zhang, don’t laugh at me, but I’ve been to the police station before, quite a few times, I’m used to it. It doesn’t matter if I go in, but if your photos are seen by the whole school, that’s a big deal. I bet I’m not the only one eyeing your butt and pubic hair. Besides, why are you so far away? I’ve been waving at you, begging you to come over, there are more gifts for you.” With that, Donkey Brother raised his right hand and waved. Zhang Yue’e saw he was holding an envelope.

“This is full of your beautiful photos, but each envelope has more than twenty inside. I’m afraid if I keep waving like this, the photos might accidentally spill onto campus. If the patrolling old men see them, they’ll probably treasure them!”

Donkey Brother said, walking closer to Zhang Yue’e. Zhang Yue’e was at a loss, standing there blankly. Donkey Brother walked behind Zhang Yue’e, suddenly grabbed her with both hands, and began kissing her neck.

“Let go of me, you pervert! Or I’ll call for help!” Zhang Yue’e struggled.

“Go ahead and shout if you want. It’s even better if someone comes; they’ll know you’re my girlfriend. We can be intimate here, making them envious. We can even take a few pictures so they have nothing to look at when they masturbate at night.”

Zhang Yue’e was speechless. Meanwhile, Brother Donkey was enjoying his intimacy with Zhang Yue’e. He had finally gotten his hands on her after so long, and he couldn’t let her go. Brother Donkey’s hands began to grope Zhang Yue’e’s body. He reached for her waist, then slipped his hand up from her stomach into her clothes, kneading her breasts. Zhang Yue’e’s breasts were soft and bouncy, just the right size for one hand. He kneaded them for a while, ignoring Zhang Yue’e’s struggles and soft sobs. Then, he put his hand inside his pants, at which point he felt Zhang Yue’e hurriedly try to stop him.

“Teacher Zhang, it seems you’ve forgotten what I just said?”

“You…” Zhang Yue’e hesitated for a moment. Donkey Brother quickly reached between her legs, the smoothness of her skin and the soft, furry feeling of her pubic hair sending a sensation through his hand. At the same time, he felt Zhang Yue’e tighten her legs to prevent him from going any further. He didn’t continue touching her, but withdrew his hand and turned to face Zhang Yue’e. Zhang Yue’e lowered her head, not even wanting to look at him. Now, she felt nothing but humiliation. She wasn’t even married yet, and she had already been victimized by a pervert. What would she do in the future?

Donkey Brother didn’t care about that. He pulled Zhang Yue’e close again and kissed her lips. Zhang Yue’e flinched in panic, but Donkey Brother quickly changed direction and silenced her with his own mouth. He then forcefully pushed his hand into Zhang Yue’e’s mouth, stirring and sucking inside, enjoying the lubrication of her lips. Zhang Yue’e felt that Donkey Brother’s tongue was hard and very rough, completely ignoring her resistance. Her first kiss had been stolen just like that. Just then, she suddenly felt Donkey grab her right hand and shove something hard into it—his penis. Zhang Yue'e recoiled in fright, as if she'd touched a snake, but Donkey gripped her hand tightly again, forcing her to hold his penis, and began to stroke it. For Donkey, his two objectives were achieved: to use his tongue to penetrate Zhang Yue'e's body and to feel her skin with his penis. As for other pleasures, there would be plenty of opportunities after this success.

The constant stroking made Donkey's penis as hard as a red-hot iron rod, the glans constantly oozing a sticky fluid that smeared Zhang Yue'e's hand, and the constant slapping sounds during the stroking made Zhang Yue'e feel nauseous. She had studied physiology and understood this male reaction. Brother Donkey, holding Zhang Yue'e's hand, quickened his pace, his breath growing heavier. After dozens of rapid thrusts, he suddenly grabbed Zhang Yue'e's hand, pressed the head of his penis against her palm, and ejaculated all his semen onto her hand. Then he hugged Zhang Yue'e tightly again, kissing her lips passionately.

When it was all over, Zhang Yue'e, suppressing her sobs, returned to her dormitory at midnight. The gatekeeper was already fast asleep when she entered. Back in her dormitory, she washed her hands several times. She was disgusted by the sticky substance, but she could still smell the fishy odor of semen, and she also found some on her pants. Her pure body was covered in this filth. She washed her hands while tears streamed down her face. This matter was far from over. She clearly remembered Brother Donkey saying to her as he left, "Teacher Zhang, see you tomorrow."

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