Tutor's Amorous Affairs

My Tutoring Adventures:

When I first started university, I saw my classmates busy tutoring to earn extra money, and I got a little envious. Although
my dad had enough money for me to live on, I figured that having been submissive to teachers since childhood,
it wouldn't hurt to have the chance to pressure others. Since I had nothing better to do, I followed a classmate to a tutoring agency and started my
tutoring journey. At that time, I never imagined the wonderful encounters that would follow.

My initial tutoring experience can only be described as awful: I wanted to make a good impression on my tutoring debut,
thinking that tutoring a junior high student would be a piece of cake for this genius. Full of confidence,
I went to the student's house, put on an air of erudition, and said with my eyes closed, "Bring me anything you don't know!"

"Hmm! Teacher, the physics problems the school assigns these days are so boring, I can tell the answer at a glance. Can you
help me with these?" As he spoke, this guy pulled out an Olympiad book and placed it in front of me.

I started staring blankly at the question. Outside the window, a crow flew by silently. Two crows
flew by , still silent. When the third flew by, I felt a cold sweat break out: "Um... this question
has some problems. Teacher, please copy it back and study it... Let's look at the English first!"

I couldn't help but admire my own resourcefulness. Taking advantage of having eaten a few more years' worth of food than him, I was
far ahead in vocabulary. So I relentlessly pushed him to do the reading comprehension, not giving him any chance to ask questions.

Two hours later, I walked out of his house, nearly exhausted, covered in cold sweat. In just two hours, even I could
tell that the kid was an absolute prodigy, destined for Peking or Tsinghua University. Why would he need a tutor? On one hand, I was relieved that I
hadn't completely lost face, and on the other hand, I cursed his parents for being crazy, suspecting that they were using the tutor to humiliate the current Chinese
education system and boost their own child's confidence...

Determined not to humiliate myself, I fired the prodigy with a phone call and got a new job a few days later. Having learned my lesson last time
, I wisely lowered my standards this time, deciding to tutor a fifth-grade math student. But I was even more frustrated.
That kid was fat and bloated, his brain practically rotting from being soaked in oil. He'd spend two hours explaining a single formula, and every five minutes when I asked a question, he'd
just stare at me blankly, looking utterly innocent. I really wanted to slap him twice.

"You reap what you sow," I thought, and I couldn't possibly insult my own intelligence. A few days later, I
fired him again, vowing never to tutor again.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye. During a period of being single, I suddenly felt like returning
to being a tutor, so I went to an agency and found a high school girl looking for someone to teach
her English—and it didn't discriminate between male and female tutors!

This parent seemed to think that having a man tutor their daughter was tantamount to inviting a pervert into the room, and usually added a note saying
they only wanted girls. Finding an opportunity like this, where tutoring was open to both men and women, was incredibly rare. I immediately asked the receptionist
to contact the agency. A man answered the phone; his voice was deep and resonant. He asked me a few simple questions and
readily let me start on the weekend.

Leaving the agency, I had a bad feeling. There's no such thing as a free lunch. This must be a total freak. Her parents were worried she
wouldn't get married, so they used tutoring to lure her into marriage. What if I went there and got imprisoned, then they'd take advantage of me, and then use
all sorts of methods to threaten me into taking responsibility, leaving me to live a life of mutual dependence between a handsome man and a freak… Why didn't
I think that?! I was so blinded by lust.

In the following days, I could only console myself with various lofty thoughts: I am going to spread human wisdom and knowledge
; appearance is not important. The uglier I am, the more it reflects my purity and magnanimity. God loves the world, Amen…

On the weekend, I arrived at the place on time, a high-end residential community with birdsong and fragrant flowers. I rang
the doorbell , and to my surprise, a young woman, about thirty years old, answered. Although she was dressed casually in home clothes,
her exquisite curves were on full display, radiating the charm of a mature woman. Looking at her almost perfect face, she was
an absolute stunner!

Even more captivating was that her beauty lacked any hint of vulgarity or frivolity, but rather exuded intellect, dignity, and
inviolability . I used to attend various high-class social events with my father and had seen countless beautiful women, but I never recalled
any of them possessing such气质 ( qi zhi

- a kind of refined elegance/aura). “Are you a student at my tutoring center? Come in.” She welcomed me into the house, her tone and demeanor so warm and friendly
yet without the slightest hint of inappropriateness. My eyes were fixed on her, my mind blank, and somehow I found myself sitting
on the sofa in the living room.

"Haha, you're here, aren't you?" Accompanied by a hearty laugh, a middle-aged man emerged from the room. He was
burly , wore square-rimmed glasses, and was even holding a pipe. He made a very good impression; I wasn't mistaken, he must be a
knowledgeable scholar, witty and humorous. I glanced around the house; the decor wasn't ostentatious, but
rather antique and tasteful.

"Heaven is still somewhat kind to me. Even if I'm a dinosaur, this decent environment is some compensation.
I can at least … Who is she? Judging by her appearance, she shouldn't be the mother of a high school girl. This man must be
the one I spoke to the other day; judging by his appearance, he must be the dinosaur's father."

Several pleasantries confirmed many of my guesses. The man was the girl's father, a professor at the art academy. Upon learning
this , my heart grew heavier, because in my experience, professors' daughters were usually extremely ugly. The beautiful woman
was indeed the girl's mother. I nodded and greeted her as "Auntie," but in my heart, I thought, "She must be my stepmother, right?" The professor
had become incredibly successful , abandoning his ugly first wife for a new love, living a life of pleasure
while leaving me to raise his monstrous daughter—what a plausible scenario…

"Please sit down for a moment. My Xue'er has gone for a run and will be back soon," the beautiful woman said with a smile, handing me a cup
of tea .

"Sigh, she must be a heavyweight dinosaur, otherwise why would she be running? Why am I so miserable…
Beautiful , you should hurry up and have your own daughter, and let me teach her when she grows up." I said with a bitter smile as I drank my tea
.

The professor was particularly eager to chat with me, and just as he was about to expose my ignorant and utterly useless
nature , Xue'er returned.

"My God!" At that moment, I wanted to kiss every Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Xue'er was about 1.7 meters tall, but her frame wasn't large; she had a slender figure and skin as white and smooth as almond tofu.

She had a pretty face with a pair of very captivating big eyes and short, shoulder-length hair. Perhaps because she was going to exercise
, she wore a light green sports vest, a pure white tennis skirt, short socks, and running shoes.
This outfit perfectly accentuated Xue'er's exquisitely proportioned arms and legs.

"You're back. Greet your teacher, haven't you?" The professor looked at his daughter, his eyes filled with love and pride, as if looking at
a masterpiece he had created.

"Ah, hello, teacher." She walked up to me and nodded shyly. At that moment, I felt
incredibly happy. While Gigi Leung and Stefanie Sun, who resembled her in stature, lacked the youthful innocence of Xue'er.

I'm known as a notorious womanizer; my penis gets aroused at the sight of any decent woman. But with Xue'er,
I felt no lust whatsoever. She seemed to transport me back to my own hazy, innocent days.

"My daughter is very obedient and hardworking, but unfortunately, she's not very gifted. I'm counting on you,
her little teacher, to take care of her." The professor smiled at me, exhaling a few smoke rings.

"Alright, then you can come in and begin. We won't disturb you any longer." The beautiful woman, seeing that Xue'er had changed her clothes,
led me to Xue'er's room, had us sit at the desk, and then closed the door and left. This woman was so kind;
I couldn't stand those teachers who insisted on staying by the side while lecturing, hmm, mainly because it easily exposed
my inferior knowledge…

"Hey, you're listening to music? Mozart?" I noticed a CD on the desk. "

Yes, I really like him." This was the first time I'd heard Xue'er's voice alone; her sweet voice
was like honey flowing straight into my heart.

My first lesson was exceptionally successful, and I returned to school feeling as if I were floating on clouds.

Although my actual skill level was rather poor, I had a good understanding of music and literature, and Xue'er and I
could always find common topics to connect outside of class, passing the time happily without even realizing it. I couldn't help but admire the influence of
her scholarly family; Xue'er's artistic taste and appreciation often impressed me. The professor and the beautiful woman would usually
warmly invite me to stay for a sumptuous and cozy lunch. Sundays became my grand holiday,
and this went on for more than half a year.

Xue'er and I became not only teacher and student, but also friends, exchanging text messages from time to time. But this relationship was
particularly simple and pure, because Xue'er herself was a simple person. Growing up in a happy family, she
lacked the rebelliousness often seen at her age, maintaining a quiet obedience. She
didn't , never wearing makeup, but her natural beauty was captivating.

For a while, when I taught Xue'er, she was always distracted. Even in just two hours, she would receive numerous
text messages. Although she didn't reply, she would stare at the screen and smile wistfully.

I guessed she was in love, but of course, I wouldn't ask her that question.
Although our lives were quite far apart, and we only saw each other once a week, mostly talking about English studies. I never
had any other thoughts about Xue'er, because the professor and the beautiful woman treated me exceptionally well, and Xue'er was so
innocent and lovely. I already considered them my family, and Xue'er was like a younger sister to me.

"Teacher, I'm unhappy. Am I ugly?" One evening, I suddenly received such an
abrupt text message from Xue'er. As I was wondering how to reply, she quickly followed up with: "It's okay,
goodnight , teacher (replied)." I was stunned for a moment, and just put down my phone and let it go.

I went to her house on Sunday, and Xue'er was alone. The professor and the beautiful woman had gone out to sketch and wouldn't be back until evening.

I taught her English as usual, and as we talked, I suddenly noticed that Xue'er's eyes were red.

"What happened that night?" I stopped and asked her.

"Nothing... nothing." Xue'er was even more moved by my question and started crying on the table.

"What... what happened? Come on, tell your teacher." I can't stand seeing girls cry, especially
Xue'er. I really felt a pang of heartache.

Xue'er sobbed and spoke haltingly, and I gathered the gist of it: Sure enough, a boy from the next class
had been relentlessly pursuing her. Xue'er initially disagreed, but gradually she was moved and started dating him. However, not long after,
the boy dumped her and the next day started dating one of her friends.

I shook my head, thinking, "This is just child's play, isn't it? Xue'er's first love has been hurt like this
." Xue'er cried harder and harder, and I didn't know what to do. I could only put my hand on her sobbing shoulder and
whisper some pointless words of comfort in her ear. My body was so
close to Xue'er for the first time, and my lower body reacted instantly. The sweet scent of her virginity wafted from her, intoxicating me. I
wished it could last forever.

Comforting people is always like this. I don't know if it was because of what I said, or if Xue'er had come to her senses, but she looked up, her
tears turning to a smile, and said, "Teacher, you're so kind." Then she rested her head slightly on my shoulder.

I gently stroked her head and kissed her forehead. Five or six seconds later, Xue'er seemed to suddenly
wake up, pushing my shoulder away, her face flushed, staring blankly at me. I couldn't understand why
I had suddenly made such an intimate gesture, and I was also stunned. The whole room was unusually quiet. Xue'er tried to lower her head to avoid the embarrassment, but her gaze stopped

halfway down , her face turning bright red. I was a little confused, and following Xue'er's gaze, I understood why… My lower body was erect . Now I was even more embarrassed, not knowing what to do. The two of us remained frozen like that for a long, long time… "Teacher, let me help you." Xue'er bit her lip, as if she had made a decision, and then knelt down in front of me, extending her slender fingers to touch my crotch. My mind went completely blank, my breathing became rapid, and my brain felt oxygen-deprived. Xue'er waited a while, and seeing that I didn't make a move, she said in a shy and anxious voice , "Take it off." I mechanically followed Xue'er's instructions and took off my pants, my erection proudly emerging. Xue'er watched quietly for a moment, then said nothing more, gently pressing her hands against the inside of my thighs before her lips met mine. Good heavens, Xue'er was going to give me oral sex! Before I could react, my erection was already inside Xue'er's warm mouth. I looked out the window; it was three in the afternoon, everything was silent, the strong sunlight illuminating the room. Looking down, I saw Xue'er's embroidered hair rising and falling between my legs. Was I dreaming? Xue'er didn't have any special technique; she just kept spitting out, taking it in, spitting out, taking it in, while my erection ...i=71> The blood was gushing out, abnormally swollen, yet she had lost all sensation. Xue'er remained still for a long time, and her fair neck was covered in...

A light sweat appeared, and my pace gradually slowed. Only then did I regain my composure, tenderly running my fingers through her
hair, gently stroking it.

Sensing this, Xue'er sped up again. "Ah!" In an instant, my penis began to
throb violently in Xue'er's mouth, gushing out streams of semen. Xue'er seemed to want to move her head away, but I held it firmly.
I heard her labored breathing.

Finally, it stopped. I knew a lot, because I hadn't done it in a long time. Xue'er knelt and raised her head,
her large, watery eyes looking at me. Her fair face was flushed, almost transparent in the sunlight. Her mouth was
closed, and a few drops of my semen clung to the corner of her lips. This angelic face now appeared exceptionally lewd.

Xue'er seemed unsure how to deal with the liquid in her mouth, asking me with her eyes. An impulse, I don't know where it came from
, suddenly pulled Xue'er up. Startled by the sudden movement, Xue'er let out a soft cry. Just as the semen in her mouth
was about to spill out, I pressed my lips to hers, probing her mouth with my tongue. I tightly embraced her
slender waist and began to kiss her passionately until the semen and saliva mingled and flowed into both of our bodies...

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