During a home visit, the student and her mother were sexually assaulted.

Home Visit Leads to Sexual Assault on Student's Mother and Daughter

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[Part 1]

It's been a while since the rainy season started, with intermittent rain and sunshine. This time of year is the busiest time for us homeroom teachers. The students' entrance exams have just finished, and all the "cleaning up" work—calculating total scores, ranking, filling out forms—has to be done within a few days. Of course, there's also the dreaded home visits.

This semester, due to SARS, there haven't been any parent-teacher meetings, so we have to report on the students' performance at school through home visits. To be honest, many people think that being a teacher is a good job, but in reality, it's like being someone else's servant: if the students are doing well, it's none of our business; if they're doing poorly, we're responsible. And the media is always publishing negative reports about teachers. The hardship is bearable, but the injustices of this profession are unimaginable to others.

I work at a rural middle school. I'm fairly fair-skinned, which makes me stand out a bit in the environment. The village isn't small, but almost everyone knows me, even if their children aren't my students.

I usually stay in my small room on the second floor of the dormitory. In the summer evenings, I'll smoke a few cigarettes by the window after dinner. Downstairs, there are always some housewives fanning themselves, while the men play mahjong shirtless, sweating profusely. Without their husbands' glares, these women seem quite unrestrained. If one of my students happens to walk by and greets me, it elicits a snicker from the women.

In a few days, the students will be going on summer vacation, and there are still two or three families I haven't visited. These are students who haven't behaved well. Their families are either single-parent or their parents are too busy making money to care for them. I don't know what I could say to their parents.

I looked through their files. Li Xiuqing is the only girl among them, and she's the one I'm most worried about: "Boys' bad behavior is nothing more than smoking, fighting, and extorting small amounts of money, but girls can be far more insidious and shameless." This child used to have good grades, but her father was a gambling addict, and her mother couldn't stand it. Her parents divorced at the beginning of the year, which seemed to have a huge impact on her. She went to live with her mother; I heard her father went south to start from scratch, but I think he's a bit late. Now, Li Xiuqing is the most stylish and argumentative person in the class, so I decided to go to her house first.

It was probably about to rain, the air was terribly stuffy. I rode my old bike to Li Xiuqing's house; the watercolor paintings of flowers and grass on the iron gate of that small courtyard were long gone. I wiped the sweat from my brow and rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" came a voice from the second floor, probably Li Xiuqing's mother.

"Hello, I'm Li Xiuqing's homeroom teacher." "

Oh, Teacher Xu, right? Wait a moment… I'll be right there…"

"No rush," I replied. Just then, Old Mrs. Sun, who runs a grocery store, walked by and smiled at me; I smiled back, just as politely. I

shuffled from inside to outside in my slippers, and the iron gate opened. A middle-aged woman dressed plainly stood before me. Actually, she didn't look old at all; in fact, you could say she was quite young and attractive. But my reason told me she had a 15-year-old daughter, so she must be close to 40.

"You're Teacher Xu?"

I'd only ever met Li Xiuqing's father before, and frankly, I didn't think he was a good match for this woman. What surprised me even more was that someone in the village didn't recognize me.

"Yes, hello. And you are…" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"I'm Li Xiuqing's mother. I'd heard Teacher Xu was very young, and it's true. Please come in!" She led me into the living room.

"I'm so sorry, I was sleeping and made you wait so long at the door." She poured me a cup of tea, and seeing I was covered in sweat, she ran to the bathroom to get me water to wash my face. Only then did I have a chance to look around the house.

I was surprised by the luxurious decor of this single-parent family home. Even stranger, they had a small courtyard but didn't use it, instead hanging washed clothes to dry in the living room. I glimpsed two menstrual belts and a set of black lingerie hanging together, and couldn't help but chuckle to myself: 'So vulgar, yet so elegant.' I also saw Li Xiuqing's striped bra; I'd seen it through the ill-fitting opening of her sleeveless shirt when she was being angry and unreasonable with me…

"Come on, Teacher Xu, wash your face!" The woman came out of the bathroom carrying a basin, squatted down, and placed the basin on the ground. I noticed her round, large buttocks suddenly protruding, even revealing the deep cleft of her buttocks. What were originally ordinary peasant women's shorts now appeared as sexy as thongs to me.

She remained squatting there, taking a towel out of the water and wringing it out. I quickly went over to do it myself, but she generously said, "Teacher Xu, you can just sit down."

But I reluctantly stayed there, peering through the loose neckline of her shirt—such large breasts. People say city girls dress revealingly, but really, they only show their underwear. But rural women often don't wear bras in hot weather, so given the chance, you can see everything. I had that opportunity.

I had no idea about sizes, only that my hand couldn't completely cover those large, white breasts. As her arms moved, a deep cleavage would sometimes appear between her breasts. I wanted to keep staring, but my penis was already hard, so I quickly sat back on the sofa and crossed my legs .

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... "She went out, said she was going swimming in the back lake with her classmates. That girl, she knew you'd be coming, didn't she? So inconsiderate." "It's okay, it's easier for two people to talk." Damn, I let it slip. I quickly added, "If I said it to her face, she might be embarrassed, girls aren't very resilient..." She was sitting across from me now, with a strange smile on her face, seemingly unaware of my slip of the tongue. I always felt awkward about the smiles on parents' faces when listening to teachers report things, because I simply didn't understand why they could smile so confidently when they heard their children had made mistakes. I wanted to avoid direct eye contact with this woman, but if I looked at any part of her body face-to-face, I might be accused of being a "pervert." So, I had no choice but to pull out Li Xiuqing's report card and, staring at the little red book, blurted out all of this girl's "monstrous crimes." During this time, Li Xiuqing's mother sat on the armrest of the sofa I was sitting on and leaned over to look at her daughter's grades. I felt her large breasts pressing against my right shoulder, and her breath brushing against my ear. Although I tried hard to feel the location of her nipples, I didn't dare to move until she had counted all the red lights for her daughter and returned to the stool opposite me. Only then did I bravely raise my head and meet her gaze fearlessly: "What do you think we should do with this child in the future?" She seemed to have been lost in thought, or perhaps surprised by my courageous action, and paused for a moment: "Oh?... Oh, sigh..." She sighed, seemingly disappointed, "The child is grown up, and I can't take care of her alone anymore. Let her be. Anyway, I don't expect her to support me in the future. Let her be..." She shifted her gaze to the door. I suddenly felt that my actions were somewhat shameless, and my evaluation of Li Xiuqing was too extreme, although now that I think about it, she really was that bad. It's not easy for a woman to support a family. So I stopped talking and turned to look outside. A thunderstorm was really brewing; the wind was picking up, whipping up dust from the yard. "Wow!" The sudden, excited voice after the silence startled me. "I almost forgot, Ms. Xu, have you eaten?" "No." " Then why don't you just grab something to eat here?" "No, thank you." I wanted to slap myself for that lie. "I'm having dinner with colleagues, so I won't trouble you."

If she had heard that, the story would have ended there. Actually, I found her to be a very beautiful woman; her face and figure didn't show her age at all. How could I bear to leave? I regretted it as soon as I told the lie.

Luckily, she insisted I stay: "No trouble at all, it's just a simple meal, it'll be ready in a bit, please wait a moment... please sit for a while." She said this as she walked towards the kitchen.

To cover up my lie, I pretended to be very reluctant: "Ah... well... okay." I took out my phone and pretended to say a few words: "Ah... Xiao Zhang... I have something to do... I can't come to eat, I can't get away... okay, goodbye." Then, I also sneaked into the kitchen.

Although the kitchen equipment was the same as in the city, the layout was problematic. It was probably a converted old-style kitchen. The range hood was in the wrong place and didn't work well, probably because it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. The entire kitchen reeked of a pungent odor. Watching her move about, I couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion: not for her enthusiasm, but for her strength.

Suddenly, the range hood stopped working. I chuckled and said, "Let me help you, two people can finish faster," and went over.

She seemed to be talking to herself, "It's okay, I can do it myself. Do you have something urgent...?"

We both instinctively wanted to examine the range hood. She stood on tiptoe, and I reached for the switch. Our bodies were pressed together: she was in front, her back to me, and I was behind her, close to her. I felt her suddenly thrust her buttocks back, bumping squarely against my already hardening penis. This sudden attack made me instinctively dodge to the side.

She didn't even turn her head, just kept pressing the buttons on the range hood. Like a child, the machine wouldn't behave unless you disciplined it; after a few random taps, it started spinning again.

At this moment, she turned her head and said, "Teacher Xu, it's too smoky here, you should go back to the living room."

As if afraid I wouldn't listen, she leaned closer and whispered, "Go to the living room!" She then intentionally or unintentionally touched me with her right hand, and that touch landed squarely on my penis. She laughed, turned back to continue cooking, and I obediently returned to the living room, a sense of smugness and secret delight welling

up inside me. ■■ ... Then she called me Xiao Xu, and I called her Sister Chen. I was very grateful for her self-introduction, which allowed me to stop referring to this woman who had captivated me as "that woman" in the following text. Every time I used this slightly insulting term for Chinese women to refer to her, I felt a little ashamed. Although my alcohol tolerance wasn't the best among my colleagues, I could still handle a bottle of 38-proof liquor without any problem. She didn't drink much, just kept pouring me more drinks... And so, dinner ended. I can proudly swear that I had absolutely no intention of getting her drunk and then having sex with her or using alcohol as an excuse to assault her. Then, she served half a watermelon in a bowl as dessert, seemingly living a very structured life. I sat on the sofa, bent over, eating the watermelon, juice dripping from the corner of my mouth down my chin into the bowl. I've always eaten watermelon this way since I was a child, without feeling ashamed. And she sat opposite me, sitting properly as she ate, and soon juice dripped onto her clothes. She quickly pinched her clothes with three fingers and shook them vigorously, trying to shake off some of the juice before it completely soaked in. But I wasn't about to miss this opportunity to feast my eyes. I slowly straightened up, my gaze drifting through her parted neckline. She had a pair of softly sculpted collarbones, one of the essential features of a sexy beauty. Her snow-white skin was almost dazzling in the dim light; such a complexion is rare in our rural area. A prominent mole on her left breast further accentuated the delicate texture of her skin. Unfortunately, the neckline only allowed me to see her cleavage, which was already incredibly alluring. She loosened her clothes and patted her hands, trying to brush away the sunflower seeds she had just picked up. This action made me feel the softness of her breasts again: with each pat, her ample breasts jiggled, a sensation I could clearly feel even through her clothes. Afraid of this happening again, she simply hunched over, eating directly from the bowl, just like me. This way, I only needed to look up to get a full view of her chest. The two large, swaying breasts reminded me of the word "wander" used to describe women—it was so fitting. I imagined those breasts nursing anyone, imagining the veins faintly visible around the areolas, imagining the thin, light hairs growing on them… “Whoosh—”, as I was immersed in my fantasy, a sound that wasn’t too loud startled me awake. The wind outside was really strong; my beat-up car had been violently knocked over. I was so startled I choked, spitting out the half-chewed melon and coughing incessantly. When I stopped, I looked at Sister Chen; she was grinning foolishly at me, still in that alluring pose even without a melon in her hand. I didn’t need to think about whether she was sitting like that on purpose; the shame and anger stirred up by her mockery alone was enough to make me decide to sleep with her. I grabbed the half-eaten melon and tackled her, still laughing, to the ground. The bowl with the melon rind was overturned, and the stool she was sitting on tipped over. We rolled twice on the ground, my elbow aching from the concrete, the half-eaten melon crushed under her back. I imagine the fabric of her clothes must have been soaked through and turned pink. I pressed my lips hard against hers, my tongue greedily plunging into her mouth like an earthworm. I tasted it, the taste of her mouth. A faint hint of alcohol, fresh watermelon juice, bits of melon flesh and seeds that hadn't been swallowed or spat out, mixed with her most genuine saliva, were repeatedly, meticulously collected by my tongue and swallowed unsatisfiedly. I watched her cheeks puff out from time to time, as my tongue thoroughly stirred them. I probed so deep, licking her molars, then stretched towards her throat... She abruptly turned her head, turning her face away, looking at me sideways. A thin strand of saliva, formed by our saliva, slowly thinned, finally breaking and falling, leaving a glistening trail on her face. I stood there, frozen, still holding her, but a wave of panic washed over me. What if she wasn't interested in me? This would be indecent assault... My arms loosened noticeably. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged me, flipping me over and pinning me beneath her. Then she extended her alluring tongue, licking my face frantically, like a female dog. My forehead, eyes, ears, lips, even my nostrils... my entire face. Like a giant mop, her tongue dragged across my face, giving me no chance to breathe. Freshly secreted saliva flowed down my face. This woman's proactive attack sent shivers down my spine; all my previous hesitation vanished. Saliva on my face kept wetting and drying, emitting a fishy stench. This crude smell made me feel even more like a wild beast. My penis was already throbbing painfully. I didn't want any caresses or oral sex; I just wanted to have real sex right away. So, I hurriedly unbuckled my belt, pulled out my penis, and ripped off her shorts and panties, trying to insert it into her vagina. Perhaps I was too hasty, because twice it slipped away from her fleshy opening. She didn't laugh, seemingly no more patient than me. She reached behind her buttocks, grabbed my penis, and quickly and forcefully stroked it a couple of times before finding her opening and inserting it. She let out a soft hum from her nose, "Mmm..." and moved it up and down with satisfaction. Her vagina wasn't too narrow, and it was very wet and slippery. My penis felt like it was being sucked in and then expelled. For me, who was eager to reach orgasm and experience that convulsive pleasure, this was too lacking in stimulation. I should take the initiative. Yes. I started wiggling my hips on my own initiative, wiggling them quickly and strongly.

I felt her buttocks slapping against my inner thighs again and again; I heard the "slap-slap" sound of each thrust and each slap; I saw her expression as if she were about to die. My two hands fiercely grabbed her large, wildly swaying breasts, one through the thin fabric, the other reaching in from below to directly touch the fleshy mound. Both hands moved in the same way: squeezing her nipples with my index fingers, while the other was used to pinch and twist those huge, soft mounds of flesh, and the view I saw from her neckline flashed through my mind again ...

I fucked her even harder .

■■ ... Scattered on the ground were bits of uneaten melon rinds, and I felt my feet constantly bumping into them. Of course, I wouldn't let such things distract me; I remained focused on thrusting into Sister Chen with such force and speed that my buttocks stung from the constant slapping against the concrete floor. I knew Sister Chen's legs were tired too; to make the thrusting smoother, she couldn't truly sit on me, she could only support herself with her legs, half-squatting. "Coming...coming!" I shouted, sprinting with my last bit of strength, "I'm going to cum inside you!" I imagined my semen flowing from Sister Chen's vagina, though in the extremely dim light, I couldn't really see the shape of her vagina clearly. But Sister Chen jerked off me as if electrocuted, pulling up her pants that had fallen to her knees, legs spread wide, stumbling back to the wall, panting as she looked at me. For men, the sudden cessation of thrusting just before reaching orgasm and ejaculation is incredibly painful. At that moment, like most men, I had to rely on my own hands to finish the final act. Semen spurted out with each thrust, landing on my hands, thighs, and dripping down my legs onto the cold cement floor. My pleasure vanished instantly. I sat up, looking at Sister Chen, uneasy about her sudden, perplexing action, trying to understand her psychology. She leaned against the wall, coldly watching me reach orgasm through masturbation, still breathing heavily. Outside, rumbling thunder echoed, and occasional flashes of lightning cast a somewhat grotesque shadow on her face. I smeared the semen on my fingers onto the lining of my underwear, awkwardly stood up, and put on my pants. "It's getting late, I should go... It'll be troublesome if it rains heavily later... Why isn't Li Xiuqing back yet? Could something have happened to her...?" I realized I was being too talkative, and kept stealing glances at her. She silently put on her underwear, walked over, turned the basin over, picked up the watermelon rinds from the ground one by one, and threw them into the basin, making "bang, bang—" sounds. I wisely shut my mouth, bent down to right the overturned stool, and stood aside. She carried the basin into the kitchen, and I heard her dump all the watermelon rinds into the large bucket filled with rotten vegetable leaves; it must be time for her to leave. I silently walked out of the house. Two large raindrops slipped through my collar and hit the back of my neck. I shivered violently, looked up, and saw that the rain had started. I rushed to the overturned, wrecked car. By the time I picked it up, the rain was pouring down, kicking up a cloud of dust, which I then smothered. My vision blurred, and I stumbled back into the house, my back and shoulders soaked through, my trousers covered in a mixture of mud and rainwater. I shook my shirt, oblivious to Chen Jie watching me. "Getting wet?" she asked, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Go on your way!" she said sarcastically. I couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so I stammered, "It's raining so hard... What happened to Li Xiuqing...?" "She probably went to meet one of her classmates again. It's not like it's the first time she's spent the night out." "What?" I was startled by her words, especially her nonchalant tone. This mother seemed completely unconcerned about the potential trouble her daughter might be in. "How can a girl just wander around outside like that..." "You should worry about yourself." She interrupted me again. I could clearly sense that she wasn't as polite to me as when I first arrived, but that was normal after what we did. She tiptoed and pulled a towel from the tangled clothesline above her head, tossed it to me, and said with a smile, "Dry yourself off first." The change in her attitude made me feel a little flattered. I hesitated as I dried my hair, but she plopped down on the sofa, stared at me, and slowly uttered a sentence: "Stay here tonight, there's a spare room, just tidy it up. Anyway, it's raining so hard, and it's so dark, it's not safe for you to go back like this on this muddy road." I knew that once I stayed here, I would definitely not sleep in that 'spatial' room that I didn't even know existed. What a tempting idea this was, especially since it was the woman who took the initiative. My heart was pounding wildly. As a man, I had no reason to leave anymore, but I hesitated for no reason, and my gaze inexplicably shifted to my beat-up car outside, which was being battered by the rainstorm. She abruptly stood up, went out of the house, and walked slowly to my car, letting the rain pelt her. She carried the car inside and put it down, looking at me and patting the car seat, as if to say, "The car's here, are you relieved?" Her soaked hair hung down smoothly, raindrops running down her strands, dripping onto her shoulders, chest, and probably back; her face was also covered in water, flowing at varying speeds across her skin, gathering at her chin. She pursed her lips, swallowing the raindrops from her lips. Her light-colored shirt was soaked through, clinging to her body and draping over her large breasts, revealing a distinct fleshy color, like transparent, elusive bubbles in water. Her two large nipples seemed about to burst out of her clothes, forming two points on the two mounds of flesh, showing through a purplish-brown hue. I stared at her blankly, then suddenly hugged her tightly. Moved, I almost cried because she insisted I stay… ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [Five] I held Sister Chen in my arms, licking the raindrops from her hair and forehead, savoring the slightly salty, sweaty taste. I held her so tightly that her breasts were pressed between our bodies, forming thick, fleshy mounds. Her body heat, passing through our both soaked clothes, flowed into my ribs; the feeling was so clear. “Are you going to wear these wet clothes?” she asked. “They’re sticky and uncomfortable.” As she spoke, she pushed me away. “Let’s take a shower first. I’ll go get some hot water. You go upstairs to the bathroom; it’ll be ready soon.” A bath together? This woman had quite a few tricks up her sleeve, and every suggestion she made seemed to capture a man's heart, making me lose myself and become impatient. "It's so hot, no need for hot water, cold water is fine!" I said impatiently, afraid she'd escape my sight. "I can't stand cold water, and besides, I've been caught in the rain; hot water is much more comfortable. Stop nagging, let's go upstairs!" With that, she went into the kitchen. "The bathroom upstairs?" I asked, as I walked up to the second floor. "On the left, it's on the left when you go upstairs," she called from the kitchen. Actually, I didn't go up to the second floor first; instead, I stayed at the corner of the stairs between the two floors, where I could see the kitchen door, preparing for her to reappear in my sight. A short while later, she came out carrying two thermos flasks, walking past me as if she hadn't seen me, or as if she had expected me to be there, just quietly passing by. This kind of nonchalant woman is most likely to arouse a man's desire.

I grabbed her from behind, licking her neck and shoulders with my tongue. My hands moved from her waist to her breasts, kneading them vigorously, feeling the elasticity of her ample bosom. My hips were pressed against her buttocks, my penis rubbing against her cleft through my pants. Sometimes, caresses through clothing are more stimulating than naked sex.

She giggled, then cried out, "Watch out, watch out, watch out for the water bottle! Let me put the water bottle down first!"

To break free, she instinctively bent over, hunching her shoulders and sticking out her buttocks, trying to push me away. Her hands stretched forward to protect the water bottle, a rather comical gesture. How could a woman escape like that unless she intended to cripple the man holding her? Besides, those thrusting buttocks provided my penis with double the pleasure. If I hadn't let go of her, she might have struggled for much longer. Anyway, I had plenty of time; why rush things? Besides, what if the thermos really broke and someone got burned? Wouldn't that ruin our good time?

She slowly bent down and put down the annoying thermos, and I took the opportunity to catch my breath. Unexpectedly, she suddenly jumped up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her slightly dry lips tightly against mine. Her tongue effortlessly pried open my teeth and penetrated my mouth. Although I was startled by her sudden attack, I quickly regained my composure and fought back with all my might. This was undoubtedly a battle—a real "tongue war."

Our tongues used every possible way to fight: stirring, alternating between clockwise and counterclockwise; rubbing and patting, constantly moving up and down and left and right; and even sticking our tongues out of our mouths and teasing each other with the tips of our tongues. I didn't like this method in itself because it wasn't intense enough, but at this moment I could clearly see Sister Chen's expression. I saw her carefully watching my tongue and focusing intently on controlling her own tongue, which I greatly admired.

My favorite way is to lure her tongue into my mouth, then suddenly withdraw my weapon and firmly suck her tongue with my lips. The more I suck, the more excited I get, until she frowns and feels pain before I release her, and then I do it again. Sister Chen has fallen for this trick many times. If my tongue is in her mouth, I try to burrow under it, where the taste is sweetest and there's plenty of saliva.

We're like a pair of musicians in perfect harmony, controlling the music's progression, fast or slow, intense or gentle.

How can I let my hands relax during such intense moments? My hands move constantly outside her jacket, from her chest to her hips and back again. Every time I reach between her thighs and rub them, she twists her waist in response, probably to experience even greater pleasure. Her hands aren't idle either; through my pants, she's stroking my penis with considerable force. I feel my foreskin sometimes covering the glans and sometimes being pulled back to the base. Although it hurts a little, it's so stimulating that I actively move my hips in coordination with her hands.

Finally, I slipped my right hand inside her large shorts. Good heavens, her panties were gone! I clearly remembered she was wearing panties; she must have taken them off while getting hot water in the kitchen.

Without the elastic band of her panties, my hand could move more freely. I found her slit, straightened my middle finger, and pressed the entire fingertip against it, slowly but vigorously rubbing from her vulva to her anus. This way, my sensation of Chen Jie's vulva wouldn't just be limited to my fingertips.

Perhaps because we had just done it, her labia minora were still everted, a little slippery, probably from the previous discharge, or perhaps from the current arousal. The feel of her vulva reminded me of the sashimi my classmate treated me to last year—so tender.

She had already pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. It seemed the zipper on my pants was stuck; the buckle wouldn't come off. So, we had to temporarily stop touching each other's tongues. I removed my hand from her vulva and focused on unbuckle my pants.

But patience was a waste at a time like this, so I just pulled hard. Although the zipper broke, my pants finally loosened. Seeing this, she immediately pulled down both my underwear and my penis, which sprang out and swayed on her lower abdomen. She took off her pullover jacket herself, and I helped her pull down her shorts. There were no lights on the stairs, so it was too dark. I couldn't see anything, and neither could she. She picked up the thermos on the floor and pushed me upstairs into the bathroom.

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... Through the rain, I could see a lit bungalow about ten meters away—that was Grandma Sun's tobacco and sundry shop. Actually, there were many small buildings around, and the distance was so close that they didn't even need binoculars to see clearly who was bathing or using the toilet. She came in naked, carrying two thermos flasks. Seeing me like this, she seemed startled and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Why are you squatting here?" I knew I looked ridiculous, but I was also angry and loudly accused her, "Why didn't you close the big window?" She understood what was going on and actually gave me a rather disdainful look. She put down the thermos flasks, slowly walked to the window, and even leaned out to look for a while before closing the window. She turned back to look at me and asked in a mocking tone, "Should we close the curtain?" I felt ashamed of my panic just now, and compared to her righteous indignation, I felt even more ashamed. But I still hoped to close the curtain. After all, having an affair with a student's parent was something that could only be kept secret; I couldn't let anyone find out. Even so, I didn't want her to make fun of me again, so I didn't reply, just looked at her. She naturally drew the curtains, because although I hadn't said anything, I was still squatting there, and everyone understood what that meant. She came back and snapped the light on, saying, "Get up and help me adjust the water! Still squatting..." Although we'd already done it once, the light was too dim then, and only now did I truly see Sister Chen's body. I've said before, her face makes it hard to believe she's the mother of a fifteen-year-old daughter, but judging from her fully mature body, she certainly looked like a mother, though not the forty-year-old type, but a woman in her early thirties. Her neck was snow-white and delicate, with a few parallel wrinkles, just to my taste; I hate women with protruding veins in their necks. Her arms were straight, thin but not skinny. Below her perfect collarbone were her exquisitely perfect breasts, large and slightly drooping, swaying on either side. The areolas were smaller than I had imagined, light brown, with only the tiny oily granules showing a faint milky white. The nipples stood erect, pulling up a small ring of areolas... These were truly naturally large breasts, unlike the ones girls do nowadays, where no matter how big the breasts are, they're all sticking up and protruding forward, as if gravity doesn't apply to them, stiff and unnatural. Her lower abdomen protruded slightly; how could one expect a woman who had given birth to maintain a completely youthful figure, especially since a truly flat abdomen often doesn't showcase feminine beauty? Below her lower abdomen was a tuft of light pubic hair, a thin layer that couldn't cover the skin behind it. Against the backdrop of her fair skin, these hairs looked like tiny worms wriggling on a large block of cream. Although the entire vulva below wasn't fully visible, the slightly dark, full mons pubis and labia majora were incredibly alluring. From the front, Sister Chen's thighs were a bit thick, but considering her plump buttocks, it all seemed so natural. She bent over and slowly poured a bottle of water into the bathtub, her large breasts hanging there like two ripe eggplants. Then she squatted down and added cold water to the bathtub, occasionally putting her hand in to test the water temperature, her breasts rubbing against the edge of the tub, changing shape.

She seemed to think it was about time, so she handed me another bottle of water, pointed to the plastic tank for showering, and told me to add half a bottle of hot water. I stood shakily on the edge of the bathtub, held the bottle above my head, and added water to the tank. She stood below, supporting my thighs, guiding me through this rather dangerous task.

Although I was a little flustered, I managed to complete the task successfully without embarrassing myself. I looked at her with satisfaction afterward, but she was only concerned with turning on the tap on the wall to add cold water to the tank, completely ignoring my performance.

"Okay, come on," she said, turning around and smiling, meaning she wanted me to get in the bathtub. I couldn't fathom this woman's mind, so right now I just wanted to get it over with.

"Wait, I need to pee first." I hadn't peed since I came to her house, and now I was getting a little impatient. To get it over with later, I decided to take care of it first.

I flipped open the toilet seat lid, only to find it was broken and fell to the floor with a clatter. Before I could even speak, she interrupted, "Hurry up, I need to pee too."

"Oh..." I stammered, telling myself to concentrate on peeing, but while the outside of the toilet looked clean, the inside was unexpectedly filthy. The flushing system was probably broken; it was nearly half full of yellow water, and the porcelain was covered in limescale. Never mind, I'll just pee first.

Because of the earlier stimulation, my penis was still hard, making peeing a bit difficult. I forced it down with my hand, aiming at the toilet bowl, but the water still sprayed everywhere, inside and out. A thin stream of water pierced through the yellow water, creating a lot of white foam that lingered for a long time.

I had just finished ejaculating when she squeezed in front of me and plopped down on the toilet seat, which had no lid. She smirked and scolded me, "I told you to hurry up, did you want to kill me?" As she spoke, her urine gushed out, seemingly meandering through the air, the sound far more complex and melodious than a man's urination, like the whistling of a diabolo.

I wanted to laugh, not because of the noise, but because she was in such a hurry; she sat down without even looking, ending up on the urine I had accidentally spilled on the toilet rim.

It seemed she had been holding it in for a long time; after the initial gush, it continued intermittently. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching her white buttocks pressed against the white toilet bowl. The urine from both of them, combined with the stagnant urine in the toilet, filled the entire bathroom with a pungent stench. Combined with the particular time, place, and the naked couple, it created a lewd atmosphere.

She stuck out her buttocks, shook them a few times to shake off the remaining urine from her urethra, picked up the toilet seat from the floor, and closed it properly. I saw a ring of red marks on her buttocks from sitting on the toilet; my urine, which had been stuck to her buttocks, was now flowing down her thighs. She must have felt a little itchy, because she scratched herself, adding a few more finger marks to her legs.

I carried her into the bathtub. The water was a little too hot; perhaps she found it more comfortable this way. We sat facing each other, my penis lying on her mons pubis, below which was her sparse pubic hair, soaking in the water. Her pubic hair floated upwards, gently caressing my penis with the ripples of the water—it felt very good. Since we were so clearly facing each other, I could play with her to my heart's content.

I pinched her nipples, lifted her large breasts out of the water and shook them a couple of times, then suddenly let go, letting her breasts fall naturally, "splash—" back into the water, splashing up a spray. Every time I played with her breasts like that, Sister Chen would just laugh. When I let go, she would turn her face away and scream "Ah, ah..."

I manipulated the rise and fall of those breasts, suddenly wanting to find something new to spice up.

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[Seven]

When I was in junior high school, my precocious classmates had already started pairing up. The girl's looks and character weren't the most important things. If you were a girl, being decent-looking was enough. The key was to be well-developed and have prominent breasts that made people drool.

So, the school's gang leaders always had some rather voluptuous girls around them, making us little guys extremely envious. Back then, the girl who was the object of infatuation for almost all the boys in the school was an English teacher, simply because she had a pair of breasts that were the envy of everyone. Even our principal liked to sit next to her during meals.

She didn't teach our class, which made me a little disappointed. I really wanted to see her pacing around the classroom with her books. Finally, at a teachers' jump rope competition, I got to see her a little. The guy

standing in front of her counting for her was none other than that gang leader. I was convinced that he got this cushy job through improper means, because the referees were assigned by the student leaders. Most of the boys didn't dare to crowd around her. Middle school students had already learned to hide themselves, otherwise there would have been a huge sea of faces in front of her.

We stood on the side, stealing glances at her. Her large breasts rolled up and down in her white wool sweater with the rhythm of the jump rope, each roll leaving the outline of her bra, which was not usually visible...

"Sister Chen, could you do me a small favor?" I asked.

"That depends on what you want to do first."

"Just jump a few times like this for me to see."

"What? What's so interesting about that? I'm not jumping. I'd rather take a bath first." To dissuade me, she started stroking my penis, which was soaking in the water, with her hand.

I didn't reject her attentiveness, enjoying her stroking me, but I still insisted that she jump for me. She was probably annoyed by my fuss, so she flung my penis away, climbed out of the bathtub, stood there, and asked impatiently, "How do I jump?" like a female soldier preparing for an examination.

"Just stand up straight and jump." I laughed, "Like a zombie."

"Get lost!" She didn't like my analogy, but she did as I said, jumped once, and then stood there motionless.

I begged her to jump a few more times, continuously, and she couldn't do anything about it, so she jumped up and down, the water droplets on her body and hair being shaken off with each jump, dripping onto the mosaic floor.

I stared intently at her breasts. They were probably no smaller than the English teacher's, just not as defined by a bra, a bit loose, so naturally they bounced more wildly.

When she jumped, her breasts seemed reluctant to move, remaining stationary at first before being forcefully pulled up and swung upwards. As she landed, they were at their highest point, the curve of her breasts and ribs, previously hidden by her large breasts, now fully visible to me. After she landed, her breasts finally settled, swaying slightly restlessly before repeating the same motion a second time.

As I carefully observed this, I replayed it in my mind in slow motion, fully appreciating its beauty, and my penis unconsciously hardened.

She began to understand why I had asked her to jump, looking down at her breasts as she jumped, and seeing how vigorously they swayed, she laughed heartily. Tired from jumping and laughing, she climbed back into the bathtub, sat on top of my penis, and began licking my lips.

Satisfied, I let her tongue into my mouth. This time, I deliberately remained lazy and still. To provoke a response, she frantically licked my mouth, exploring everything her tongue could reach, even the inside of my teeth. Her throat made occasional "gurgling" sounds as she rubbed her hips against my penis.

Perhaps due to the intense activity, perhaps because of her own heightened desire, or perhaps to provoke my response, her breathing was heavy, accompanied by moans. Her warm breaths filled my nose, and I was almost unable to resist, ready to make my move.

Suddenly, "Pfft!"—I felt my penis vibrate, followed by the sound of bubbles rising and a faint, foul odor—she had farted. Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, she moved her mouth away, looked at me, and we both laughed.

I lightly pinched her nipple, and she reflexively flinched. Taking advantage of the moment, my other hand reached for her buttocks, my middle finger circling her anus twice before shoving it in.

"Ah!..." she screamed, startling me. I asked if it hurt, and she shook her head, sweetly calling me crazy. Reassured, I gently twisted my middle finger inside her rectum, the intestinal walls contracting and relaxing, seemingly a little tense. I pulled

her into my arms, rested my head against the edge of the bathtub, and stroked her face with my other hand. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and suddenly we were like lovers, our eyes filled with tenderness. Of course, my middle finger was still moving inside her anus, but she seemed less tense.

"You've played with all the students' parents, haven't you?" she said softly.

"No, it's you, you're too attractive," I thought she was joking.

"Stop pretending. I've heard it all before. They say Teacher Xu looks scholarly, but he's a lecher to the core. He's slept with every single mother among his students."

"Nonsense, utter nonsense!" I was a little nervous and angry. Honestly, the last time I had sex was three years ago with my girlfriend from university. Since coming here, I haven't even held a woman's hand.

"Did Li Xiuqing say that?" I asked.

"How could she say that? She rarely talks about you, but when she does, it's always good things... She has a really good impression of you, saying you're the perfect teacher she imagines. People in the village are always talking about your affairs. You can't hide the truth forever. You do things and then try to hide it?"

As a teacher, I should be surprised by Li Xiuqing's assessment of me, but now I'm even more terrified by these baseless rumors. Now I finally understand what those unmarried women are laughing about.

Having graduated from a reputable university and been assigned to this small village, I might initially feel out of place. Perhaps I look more like a playboy from a TV drama than the men in the village, but I can't just make that up out of thin air. Luckily, I live on campus; if I were living elsewhere, who knows what kind of gossip would circulate.

I told Sister Chen the truth and made a promise, but she didn't seem happy. I even thought she was a little disappointed. Afraid of upsetting her, I slowly pulled my middle finger out.

After a while, she sat up straight and said, "Okay, lather up the soap, hurry up and wash, the water's getting cold."

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[Eight]

The slippery soap was gently held in Sister Chen's hands, moving it over my body until my entire body was covered in white foam, releasing an alluring fragrance, like a woman's hair scent, easily relaxing a man and putting him in a state of ecstasy.

Gradually, she focused on my penis, repeatedly stroking it with both hands, fast and slow, each stroke leaving several new soap bubbles on my dark penis. Playing with my testicles seemed to be part of her interest as well. Sometimes she'd hold those two little balls in her palms, kneading them with her fingers, sometimes she'd lift them with her hands and rock them from side to side, sometimes she'd gently pat them from bottom to top, feeling their elasticity. I suspected she was getting revenge for her breasts earlier. She still seemed distracted, as if she was really just lathering me with soap. Of

course, I couldn't just sit idly by. I took the soap from her and started haphazardly lathering it on her body. Sister Chen's skin was already well-maintained, and with the addition of a thin layer of foam, it became exceptionally smooth, especially her back. Unlike the so-called "skinny beauties" of today with their prominent shoulder blades and obvious spinal contours, Sister Chen's back was quite full, reminding me of the women in those famous paintings from the Bible—full but not bloated.

I slipped my hands under her armpits, around her back, and slowly moved them down from her shoulders until my palms were completely on her plump buttocks. Just like when I grabbed her breasts, I opened my hands wide and squeezed them hard. Then I moved my hands from her hips to the front, lifting them up to lift her large, beloved breasts.

The two mounds of flesh on her chest were almost touching her chin. The slippery soap bubbles made it impossible for me to hold them for long; they slowly slid down and fell back to their original positions, with soapy water still clinging to her nipples. I opened my mouth and cupped her areola, sucking hard on her nipple. The soapy liquid was bitter and astringent, making my throat hard and almost making me want to vomit.

My hands moved to her genitals, gently plucking her sparse pubic hair and tucking it into a small tuft. Then I ran my hands along her lower abdomen to her vulva, where the hairs that had been standing upright now obediently lay flat against her mons pubis.

My fingers and palms alternately rubbed her vulva, and her labia minora seemed to open in cooperation, allowing my fingers to move on the tender flesh inside. Sister Chen closed her eyes, spread her legs, and bent them slightly, twisting her hips back and forth, seemingly intoxicated by it. I paid close attention to the sensation of my fingers, secretly searching for her clitoris, but unfortunately, it didn't seem to be erect yet, so I decided to go directly into her vagina.

To add a bit of surprise, my hand slowly caressed her vulva, completely controlling the rhythm, which gradually relaxed her. Suddenly, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina. Compared to the cool skin and soapy water on the outside, it was warm inside. As soon as I inserted it, she immediately released my penis, grabbed my wrist, and stared at me with her eyes open. Her hand was gripping tightly, and I thought she was enjoying it, so I slowly pulled my middle finger out. She also slowly released my wrist, and a breath came out of her nostrils.

To be honest, I don't think I inserted my finger very deeply this time. When I tried to insert my fingers into that warm, fleshy hole again, she arched her back to avoid me, forcefully stopping me with her hands: "Alright, I'll wash myself here. You hurry up and rinse off the soapy water, it's getting cold." With that, she turned on the water heater above her head, and water gushed down, washing away all the soap

bubbles that had accumulated on her body, flowing into the already half-full bathtub. She squatted down, slipped one hand between my legs, and groped in the murky water to pull out the drain plug. The half-full tub of water gurgled and sank, eventually forming a whirlpool that disappeared into the drain, leaving only small bubbles and the shed hair from both of our bodies.

She stepped out of the bathtub, barefoot, pattering on the floor. She grabbed a towel from the rack and tossed it to me, telling me to dry myself. She then placed a basin on the floor, added cold water and the remaining half-bottle of hot water, and squatted over it, using the towel to wash her genitals.

I got out of the bathtub and stood beside her, drying myself as I watched her. She looked up at me with a strange expression.

Her hand moved from between her legs to her genitals, rubbing the towel along her mons pubis to her anus. I knew the water was hot, stimulating the sensitive nerves in her vulva and anus, causing them to itch and ache. Her buttocks twitched, half-heartedly resisting, as if flirting with the towel. Each time she scrubbed with a little force, water would trickle down her buttocks, labia, and between her fingers, dripping back into the basin. She would then soak the towel again, letting it absorb water before using it to wash her buttocks.

Observing women doing these everyday secrets often makes me feel like I see through them, that I know their true privacy. This feeling surpasses the excitement of simple sexual intercourse. I'll be able to see Sister Chen's clean genitals soon, and just thinking about it makes my penis, which was just about to rest, hard again.

My mind is completely on her; no wonder I'm taking so long to dry myself, and she's getting impatient: "Are you done? Come sit outside, wait for me in the bedroom, hurry!"

I'm used to her fluctuating moods, so I toss the towel into the bathtub and, as she instructed, go into her bedroom.

"The light is on the wall to the right of the entrance," she said from the bathroom. Actually, I had already found the switch. Turning on the light, I found it was a room that had been expensively decorated, but with sparse furniture and a rather tacky layout: a large double bed big enough for three people, covered with brightly colored sheets, and a large dressing table next to it piled with a jumble of bottles and jars, probably cosmetics. The wall lamps all used pink bulbs, making the room look like a city hair salon.

I plopped down on the large bed, testing its springiness. It was probably a Simmons mattress, but the springs were worn out, creaking and limp, as if I could sit on it all at once. I lay down on the bed, feeling as if I were slowly sinking into it .

■■ ... I sat up, and she pounced on me, pushing me back onto the bed. This time she was even more frenzied, perhaps because it was indeed the right time and place for a direct assault: 'Thunderstorm night, naked man and woman, bedroom, large bed…' She not only licked my face but also bit my nose and lips. Her vulva rubbed against my lower abdomen, making it hard to breathe. I was tired of kissing her, so I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, pressing my tongue against her skin, from her forehead down to her mons pubis with its light pubic hair, circling her navel a few times along the way. Perhaps because she had just showered, the sticky sweat on her body was gone; in fact, I couldn't taste it at all. But that didn't matter; I was about to lick her vulva, that most sensitive part of a woman's body, which had also just been carefully washed. I crawled backward off the bed, knelt beside it, and then lifted her large buttocks, pulling her back until my head was between her legs, my nose even touching her full mons pubis. Her hair was disheveled, she lay with her eyes closed, and willingly placed her legs on my shoulders, seemingly awaiting the impending pleasure. I used my index fingers to press and pull her labia majora apart, which had been slightly closed, gradually separating. To be honest, Sister Chen's genitals weren't as beautiful as I had imagined, or rather, they didn't quite match her snow-white skin. Her labia minora were almost 'pitch black,' whereas in my imagination, they should be light brown, or more enticing, like coffee with lots of milk. But then again, this is an old hole. Some say the darkness is mostly from too much sex, others say it's genetic pigmentation… whatever! I closed my eyes and pressed my entire tongue against her dark labia—thin and soft. My nose pressed against her mons pubis, the fine pubic hairs poking into my nostrils, making me want to sneeze. I gave it a hard lick, but perhaps because she had washed herself so thoroughly, there was no more of that pungent smell—not enough. I opened my eyes and watched her labia minora slowly close like withered flowers. I felt I should lick deeper, to truly savor the taste of this old cunt. This time, I forcefully pulled open those dark labia. The flesh inside was a very deep, very dark red, not the pink I had hoped for. Black on the outside, red on the inside—it was truly ugly. I frowned, stretched my tongue into a stick, and probed into her vagina, circling the vaginal walls as I explored—it was wet and warm. This time it finally felt a bit better. My tongue softened inside her vagina, swirling around, the salty and astringent taste lingering in my memory. This finally made me forget the ugly appearance of that hole, and I became excited again. The foreplay ended there. I stood up, flipped her over, and made her kneel on the bed. I liked this position because it best highlighted the two parts of her body that made my heart race: her big breasts and big buttocks. Her vagina was really loose; it wasn't very wet yet, and I could easily insert my engorged penis. I thrust in twice more, hoping to reach the deepest point. Okay, I left my penis inside, unable to go any further or wanting to pull back. I just stayed there, teasing Sister Chen. I bent down, pressed my chest against her back, wrapped my arms around her, and grabbed her large, gourd-shaped breasts, kneading them vigorously in rhythm. Big breasts deserve big movements, right? And so, our heartbeats, separated by two layers of skin, compared their speeds… Gradually, she grew impatient, slowly wiggling her white, plump buttocks, trying to take the initiative and find her own pleasure. I was also almost at my limit, and I could feel her vagina getting wet. This time, I had the upper hand, so I let her have her way. This time, making love was far less exciting than the first time on the concrete floor downstairs, even though the conditions were much better. This monotonous in-and-out thrusting seemed like a chore, already tedious. Although the pure physical sensation could provide some pleasure, what was the difference between it and masturbation? My attention was no longer focused. I turned my head, resting my face against her back, trying to see the outside through the curtains, but I couldn't see anything. I guessed it was still raining outside, but much less, because the sound was a light drizzle. This sound seemed even more alluring to me than Sister Chen's moans. I decided that after this, I had to leave no matter what. I thought of school, the clothes hanging outside the window, and Chen Jie's daughter—Li Xiuqing… Was I seeing things? Li Xiuqing had somehow walked to the bed without me noticing, completely soaked. Through her white shirt, I could see she was wearing a dark blue swimsuit underneath. I was stunned, speechless for a moment, frozen in place. Li Xiuqing's cold, even desperate gaze shocked me. When did she get back? Why didn't I hear the door open? How much of what happened between her mother and me did she see? Why didn't she scream?… I guessed Chen Jie was also surprised, because her movements stopped. Li Xiuqing stared straight into my eyes, slowly walked to the large dressing table, and with a whoosh, pulled open a drawer. Inside were four large boxes of condoms. Now I understand, I understand everything. Why a widow can support her family without working, why the decorations in her house are so expensive, why there's lingerie on the clothesline, why Sister Chen is so proactive, why her vagina is so loose… I was filled with rage. Although I didn't know why I was angry, I seemed to have come to my senses. I believed Li Xiuqing had seen this kind of thing many times before, so I simply… I straightened up, grabbed Sister Chen's hair, and like pulling the reins of a horse, I pulled her hair hard with each thrust. Sister Chen was already panting from the intense stimulation, and now with her head forced back, she couldn't even scream. She could only let her anger build up in her throat. Li Xiuqing stood to the side, still coldly staring at me, completely ignoring her mother. She slowly took off her outer clothes and then her swimsuit, which was also transparent from being soaked. Compared to her mother, her figure was really terrible, almost like she hadn't developed at all. I really had no interest in touching her. After she stripped naked, she got into bed and lay down facing me with her hairless, white vulva. Her mother was still there, stammering loudly, trying to shout something—it was ridiculous! "You're all fucking sluts, I'll cripple you today." I thought fiercely, and thrust three fingers into Li Xiuqing's vagina at once, scraping and probing the inner walls. "If you want pleasure, I'll make you feel pleasure!" I felt a slippery, warm liquid on my hands. "You're really slutty, already so wet." I said sarcastically, but she still had that cold look in her eyes, though tears seemed to be streaming down her cheeks. Maybe I was too rough. Whatever, she wasn't a decent woman anyway. So , while I was thrusting my penis into Sister Chen, I was also scraping and probing Li Xiuqing's vagina with my fingers. One of the mother and daughter couldn't make a sound, and the other was holding back, not wanting to make a sound. All I could hear were the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh and the churning sounds of their genitals. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 【Ten】

I ejaculated inside Sister Chen's vagina. I deliberately wanted to get her pregnant. She's a prostitute anyway, so who knows who did it? I'll teach her a lesson about how to entertain customers with a big belly.

I gave her one last squeeze of her big buttocks, then pushed her away. She collapsed onto the bed, sobbing. "What are you pretending for!" I thought, pulling my fingers out of Li Xiuqing's vagina. There were faint traces of blood on them—of course, given how rough I was. But why were there also thick blood clots, so brightly colored? Could it be… she's still a… Sister Chen's sobbing confirmed my suspicion that Li Xiuqing was indeed a virgin, completely different from her promiscuous mother.

My mind went completely blank. I stumbled out of bed. Sister Chen's previously ambiguous gaze suddenly turned resentful. She crawled to her daughter's side, wanting to comfort her, but her daughter pushed her away. Li Xiuqing also got up and stood by the bed, watching me slowly move towards the door, the virgin blood still lingering on the groin of my thighs.

Dizzy, I picked up my clothes scattered at the bottom of the stairs, hurriedly putting them on. The zipper on my pants was still open. I pushed out the old bicycle that Sister Chen had brought into the house to keep me there, and rushed out of the courtyard gate.

It was already dark. The rain was almost stopped, but my vision was blurry as I pedaled furiously on the bicycle. The lingering heat of the summer night evaporated the moisture on the ground, and soon I was soaked.

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I woke up, lying in my own bed. Sunlight streamed through the glass into the room, casting distorted patterns on the floor. I was still wearing those pants with the broken zipper. I couldn't remember how I got back to the dormitory last night, but I was sure it wasn't as dramatic as falling unconscious and being rescued. I just couldn't remember anything about the journey. All that remained in my mind were the bloodstains between Li Xiuqing's legs. Their shape was so clear and real, and they were growing larger, as if pressing down on me. I couldn't breathe; I just wanted to vomit.

I didn't know if Li Xiuqing would stay in my class next semester. Based on her behavior at school, it was enough to make her drop out, but I wouldn't do that. Of course, I wouldn't shamelessly apologize to her either. I could only continue to treat her as a failing student, even though this meant I would inevitably suffer more torment in the future .

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