[Those Years My Girlfriend Was in an All-Boys School] (1-6)

(I)
The scorching August sun shone on the slope in front of the school gate, and the air was filled with the dry

smell unique to the suburbs in late summer. A woman in a dress was slowly climbing the slope, which seemed rather long under the blazing sun. A young man followed

behind .
"Are we there yet? We won't have to climb this mountain every day, will we?" the woman asked coquettishly.
"Almost there! Almost there! You'll get used to it. Remember not to wear high heels next time. Although this is just

a small hill with an altitude of two or three hundred meters, it's still quite a challenge for us city weaklings. Didn't you see I

was prepared? I bought a big cup of starfruit juice at the foot of the mountain. It's famous around here! I've been drinking it since I was a child

." The man comforted her softly as they walked.
"Then bring it here!" the woman stretched out her hand, turning her face to the side, waiting for the man to present the offering. Her cheeks, flushed from exercise, and

the fine beads of sweat on her forehead glistened slightly in the sunlight, making the boy momentarily

stunned After being glared at again, he quickly offered her his drink.
This girl's name was Meng Juan. Meng Juan was my girlfriend from university.

After we both returned to our hometown to begin the next stage of our lives. She was a student at a teachers' college,

and after her internship, she found a teaching job at my high school. Today was her first day,

so as her boyfriend and fellow alumnus, I naturally took her to familiarize herself with the new environment.
After passing the guard post at the gate, I walked through the campus, which I hadn't entered for almost ten years, slowly

reminiscing about the old days. Because it wasn't the start of the semester, the school was deserted. The freshman

orientation had ended several days ago, leaving the school in a vacuum. Except for a few staff members remaining, everyone else

was on vacation.
I accompanied Meng Juan to the entrance of the academic affairs office, letting her handle the

registration I wandered around the campus alone. As I walked, I arrived at the classrooms of the older students. This school

is an all-boys school; aside from a few so-called special resource classes, it's entirely boys, so…

you can imagine.
The school facilities are always in a state of disrepair. It's not that the students are bad, it's just that

boys are generally clumsy, and the rate of damage to doors, windows, desks, and chairs is always higher. After several

reorganizations become more accepting of the situation. Each class is given a large metal locker to

lock valuables like computers and projectors inside. As for "consumables" like doors and windows, they're left to their own devices. If they can still be used, great! Want new ones

?
Fine! Pay for the repairs yourself! Because of this, the classroom doors and windows are always in a

precarious state, and over time, no one bothers to properly close them, so it's still easy

to enter and exit the classrooms.
I had barely stepped onto the second-floor stairs when I heard a burst of laughter coming from the classroom. Curious,

even though I knew boys wouldn't do anything too unusual, I tiptoed to the back door

and peeked inside. Ha! It turned out to be a few junior students who had returned to school to clean, huddled around a laptop watching porn. They were pushing

it around, criticizing the actress's looks, but their eyes couldn't help but

dart to the screen.
Time really flies! Back in my day, I also secretly watched porn at school, but I had to use

a player provided by the school and secretly connect it to the school TV, while someone else had to keep watch in the hallway in case

the teacher suddenly appeared.
These kids have it so easy now; all they need is a laptop, and it's so easy to hide and carry.

If someone comes, they just close the screen, shove it in the drawer, and the screen automatically locks! No matter how hard they try

, they won't find anything amiss.
Seeing the cameras and video recorders on their table, they were probably club leaders holding

a meeting . But, meetings never get anything done; that's been the case since high school, and

it's the same at my company now.
Leaving the classroom, I continued strolling down the corridor when suddenly someone tapped me on the back. Turning around,

I saw my girlfriend standing behind me, muttering, "Where did you go? This school is

so just climbed such a long slope! Weren't you deliberately trying to sabotage me

? You promised to come with me to complete the paperwork, why did you run off?"
I quickly replied, "What are you talking about? I was just taking a stroll, reminiscing about my youth! Are all the paperwork

done?"
"Yes, all done! The school staff weren't on duty yet, so I just submitted some basic data and certificates. The rest

will have to wait until after school starts. By the way, where's the girls' restroom?" Meng Juan asked, blushing.
Because it's an all-boys school, there are hardly any girls' restrooms on campus, and there aren't many girls anyway,
so why build them? You know what I mean? Most of the restrooms are concentrated in the building with the faculty offices, and since it's summer vacation now

, given the mindset of civil servants, they'd probably lock them up to avoid trouble. This is a real problem. I explained the situation to her

in detail.
"What… what are we going to do? We just walked in the sun for so long, and then I drank your 'family heirloom' starfruit juice.

What heirloom'? I think only old men who run stalls have that kind of 'family heirloom'! My stomach is starting to hurt, and I don't want to

wander around with you looking for a restroom!" Meng Juan said, sounding aggrieved.
"How about you make do? There's a men's restroom at the end of this corridor. I'll stand outside and keep watch for you. There aren't many people in the school

right now , so it's okay," I told her.
"Okay… that's the only way!" Although Meng Juan was unwilling, her stomach was rumbling

, so she took the toilet paper from my hand and went into the restroom.
I stood squinting in the corridor, enjoying the summer breeze as I strolled along, nervously taking on my

role as a restroom attendant. Girls always take longer to use the restroom, and Meng Juan, like other girls, was concerned about

her gaining weight, so she ate very little and often had constipation. Even though she had an upset stomach, it would probably

take her a while to recover.
But by sheer coincidence, two boys came out of the classroom and walked

towards . I quickly stepped in front of them and said, "Excuse me, my girlfriend is in there."

"Could you please walk a little further to the other stall to use the restroom? Sorry, sorry."
"Huh...that's too much trouble," said the shorter boy.
The taller boy quickly tugged at his sleeve: "It's okay, it's okay,

the restroom , let's go to another stall!" He then pulled the other boy back into the classroom,

ignoring the other boy's muttering: "What does his girlfriend going to the restroom have to do with us? Why do

we have to give way..."
I was like that in high school too, finding fault with everything, only allowing myself to bother others,

not allowing others to bother me. Luckily, I had another reasonable friend, otherwise, although I wasn't afraid of them, it

would have been quite troublesome.
After dealing with this, I leaned against the railing outside the restroom, continuing to enjoy this half-day of leisure, when

suddenly I heard a suppressed groan. I thought about it and couldn't help but smile, probably because this little girl

was having trouble with her bowel movements. Meng Juan's voice was already delicate and sweet, and her moans were even more alluring.

Even in this rather unromantic setting, hearing those sounds sent a warm sensation through my lower abdomen.
Suddenly, a wooden thud came from the toilet, like some cleaning supplies had fallen

over. A memory flashed through my mind: weren't those two boys supposed to be using the toilet? Why

did they back into the classroom? The toilet wasn't that way!
I rummaged through my old memories. The layout of this toilet was like this:

urinals , two squat toilets at the back, and a small wooden door in the back wall leading to the cleaning

supplies. If only it were like that. Years ago, I remember taking classes in this row of classrooms, and

a small section of the wall behind the cleaning supplies room had been kicked down, allowing a direct view outside. Even that wasn't a problem

; there was a parapet wall connecting to the back of the classroom on the outside, which I often used when skipping class. Then
I realized, "Oh no, those two boys must be up to something!" Just then, Meng Juan

exclaimed , followed by a series of loud bangs. I quickly asked, "What happened? What's wrong

?"
Peeking in, I saw Meng Juan standing nervously inside. She said, "Nothing, nothing,

I just felt a little dizzy when I stood up and accidentally fell." Then, she rushed to my side and grabbed my arm.
Although I was puzzled, I didn't say anything and just asked her, "Are you done using the restroom? Shall we go

?"
She hurriedly added, "I think I made a little mess when I fell, I'll go clean it up."
"There's a tap outside the restroom, I'll help you clean it!" I said.
"No, no, no need, I'll go borrow some cleaning supplies!" Before she finished speaking, she went downstairs and ran

towards the direction of the administration office.
I frowned and peered through the alley next to the restroom towards the back. Sure enough, I saw someone crawling out of a small hole in the back wall of

the restroom . Damn it, after all these years, not only has that hole not been patched up, but

it's been neatly maintained around the edges, with a canvas sheet nailed to it. It's been a well-established secret

passage .
A thought struck me, and I headed back to the classroom. Inside,

two men were nervously watching me. Without a word, I pulled up a chair by the window at the back of the classroom and

drew the window to cover myself. Sure enough, not long after, the tall guy who had gone to the restroom jumped in through

the window , a camera in one hand and a pair of purple women's underwear in the other.
Before he could regain his balance, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and swept him to the ground. He looked up and saw

it was me, his legs went weak, and he begged me for mercy. I glared at him, then glanced at

the short guy who had jumped in after him, and said fiercely, "When did you

two get in there? Tell me the truth, or we'll see!" They then trembled and recounted what had happened.
Just as I suspected, they turned around and headed straight for the restroom after returning to the classroom! It wasn't

until Meng Juan managed to lift her skirt. It was already hot today, and Meng Juan was wearing a thin chiffon

dress. Perhaps because she thought the men's restroom was dirty, she rolled the skirt up to just below her chest before stopping.
Meng Juan's skin wasn't fair; it was a healthy tan. However, her legs were very shapely, and unlike

the pear-shaped figures common in East Asians, she had a very firm, perky bottom. To avoid getting her

skirt and pulled down her underwear with the other. Today she was wearing a close-fitting Lycra sports bra;

she rarely wore lace underwear for ease of movement.
After pulling down her underwear, she carefully squatted down, unaware that her buttocks were already exposed to the camera

. Plus, because she had pulled her skirt up so high, her smooth back and the lower edge of her breasts were faintly visible

. Meng Juan's breasts weren't exaggeratedly large, but due to exercise, her upper chest

was quite full. Today, she was wearing a thin bra, and with her upper body pressed against her knees while squatting,

a considerable amount of flesh spilled out from the bottom edge of her bra cups.
The two boys, holding cameras, hid in the cleaning room, barely daring to make a sound,

only quietly watching through the peephole. My girlfriend squatted for a while, but her stomach didn't move

. She rubbed her stomach, seemingly in great discomfort, shook her head, sighed, and took an orange

transparent
It turned out that she usually had irregular bowel movements and, to avoid harming her health, would perform

enemas if she hadn't had a bowel movement for too long. However, she knew this would negatively impact her normal excretion, so

she rarely used it, usually trying to eat vegetables and fruits to aid digestion. But today, she had an upset stomach,

and the waste was stuck at the front, so she had to resort to this secret weapon.
She took another tube of ointment, squeezed some clear gel onto her right index finger, carefully

lubricated the injection port of the enema bulb, applied some more, and gently smeared it on her anus, pressing lightly

a few times. Then she pressed the injection port against the entrance of her anus and slowly pushed it inward.
"Eek...ah!" She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after pushing it all the way in. My girlfriend's body is naturally

very sensitive , especially her anus, but before, when we were intimate, she was shy and only let me penetrate from the outside.

The mere touch was enough to leave her speechless for a long time, her eyes half-closed; doing this to

herself was incredibly stimulating.
The two kids' eyes widened; they hadn't expected to strike gold. What started as simple toilet

peeping had unexpectedly captured a beautiful woman giving herself an enema. They immediately perked up and began recording.
Catching her breath, she continued. Meng Juan reached back with her right hand and gently squeezed

the capsule , injecting the glycerin into her body. "Ugh...hum..." When the cool glycerin

touched her now-hot flesh, she couldn't help but groan again. She then slowly

withdrew the enema from her rectum and placed it on some toilet paper.
After a while, the glycerin took effect, and my girlfriend finally relieved herself of this

thorn in . After cleaning her genitals, she stood up. At this moment, the two insatiable kids, eager to adjust

the angle, knocked over a mop, which naturally startled my girlfriend.
Meng Juan was startled and turned to look at the cleaning room, but she tripped over her own strength, her underwear

hanging askew on her feet, and leaned against the toilet wall. She frantically tried to pull up

her underwear got stuck on her shoe decoration. After a couple of tugs, she couldn't get it off,

so she kicked it off forcefully, grabbed her bag, and ran out, bumping into me.
Still shaken and in the dark of the cleaning room, she couldn't see anything and was afraid she'd overreacted

. My girlfriend didn't dare say anything; there was no point in picking up her underwear and wearing it again. So she

made an excuse and hurriedly left.
After hearing what happened, I was angry, but thankfully my girlfriend hadn't been actually

assaulted. Telling her the truth might traumatize her. So, after removing

the memory only wrote down their student IDs and names, threatened them not to tell anyone, and then

rushed off to find my girlfriend.
The Author's Dark Little
World I've been lurking for a really long time, ever since I was a little kid. Back

then you could read articles on Kiss without any requirements. Later, on Fengyue, you needed Fengyue coins to read articles.

But you know what? Criticism is always easier than constructive criticism. Everyone's writing has its shortcomings, and you can just pick a

comment and reply. It might not be a brilliant insight, but at least it won't be considered spam and get you points deducted—

that would be too embarrassing.
But here, it's not so easy to get away with it. Everything is manually added to points, and anything lacking in substance won't

escape scrutiny. It's not about which system is better; it's just that the goals are different! So today, on my first day of

posting, I've already written over four thousand words, and I'm finding it hard to stop.
Of course, I'm not writing this for anything else, just for points. I'd appreciate it if the administrator could give me some points so

I can schedule how much I need to write to meet the requirements for other forums. This

topic seems to have a wide or narrow scope. On a small scale, it'll end today when I graduate; on a large scale, it could go on for a year, with these

students graduating and new students joining.
However, this is ultimately an article that caters to popular tastes. Feel free to share your thoughts, and I

'll try my best to write them down. But let me make this clear from the start! I hate articles that progress too quickly. When I read articles before,

I always wanted to tell the authors to slow down and not do anything foolish. Therefore, I certainly won't make that

mistake has a light flavor. I personally

believe that the highest level of erotic literature is being erotic without being vulgar. Therefore, let's take it slow and encourage each other.
(II)
After wandering around for a while, I found my girlfriend at the corner of the faculty building. After resting for a bit, she looked

much better. Her clothes were tidied up, and she seemed to be in good spirits. But I knew that

under her thin dress, there was nothing left but her bare buttocks. I couldn't help but have

the idea . I went over and put my arm around her waist, saying, "Since we've come all this way, why don't we go for a walk?"
She shrank back slightly, as if afraid that I would discover that she wasn't wearing underwear, but she still obediently

leaned against me and went downstairs.
The school was located on a hill, so it covered a large area. After walking for a while, Meng Juan gradually relaxed

and seemed less concerned about not wearing underwear. Little did she know that my wicked plan was just

beginning!
I led her to the building opposite the classroom. This building mainly housed laboratories and cooking classrooms,

which were rarely used and therefore felt quite novel. However, the building's layout was a bit strange. The staircases on both sides

had large floor-to-ceiling windows at their turns, but perhaps due to a design flaw, the windows weren't flush with

the floor level . So, at the turn of the stairs, half of the window was below the floor, and about knee-high

was the windowsill of the next floor. This used to be a great spot for enjoying the view at lunchtime!
I helped my girlfriend sit down there, her feet just big enough to fit in the gap of the lower-level windowsill, like a Japanese-style

dining table. After a tiring morning, Meng Juan was also a little tired. She gently rested her head on my shoulder to

rest . Seeing this opportunity, I couldn't resist, and my hands began to wander, gently stroking her waist.
"No...no! There's glass in front."
The stairwell of this building faces the classroom we just saw. Although there's no connection, you can still see what's going on across the street if you pay a little

attention .
"It's okay! There's no one across the street during summer vacation."
It's rare to have such a good spot; how could I let you slip away! I gently reassured her a few times before

continuing my assault. She struggled a couple of times but then quieted down.
I massaged her back a little. Perhaps because she was tired today, and coupled with the fright she'd just experienced,

she seemed to be groaning softly. Now she was lying on my lap. I

reached my hand down her neck and slipped it into her smooth breasts. Because of the position,

there was a small gap between her bra and her breasts, allowing my hand to gently slide into her high, firm mounds.
Although it was summer, sitting there in the cool breeze made the touch a little icy. As I

kneaded, the nipple slowly hardened. My right hand, of course, wasn't idle either, working through her clothes...

I gently traced circles on her buttocks. At first, she was worried about not wearing underwear and tried

to flinch, but as her breathing became heavier, she stopped caring.
When she lay on her side on my lap, her ear was right in front of me. I have to say, my girlfriend is

really beautiful. Although her skin isn't the kind of fair that everyone considers beautiful, the pinkish

skin from her neck to her ears is enough to make one's mouth water. Her small earlobes are clean and delicate, making one want to bite

them . Although she has pierced ears, she wasn't wearing them since it was her first day at work.

When I kissed her ear, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan and reached out to grab my left hand.
Her ears are my girlfriend's erogenous zone, and now that they were suddenly attacked, her eyes immediately narrowed to slits,

and her gaze became hazy. At this moment, I quietly pulled up her dress from behind, revealing her firm,

perky buttocks. Because she wasn't wearing underwear, her labia, reddened with arousal, were also displayed before me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of several dark figures moving across the opposite corridor. It seemed

those students had noticed the commotion and were secretly peeking from under the railing. I thought to myself, "Those guys are really

persistent!" Luckily, the window frame blocked their faces, and the glass prevented them from seeing

clearly . I figured I was just being considerate of the younger students.
As I began my assault on my girlfriend's clitoris, her moans grew louder, but because her legs were still

tightly closed, those guys across the corridor probably couldn't see anything. Seeing how

comfortable , I couldn't resist the urge to tease her. So, I gently pushed her buttocks with my right hand. Since we were sitting

near the windowsill, her foot slipped, and she fell forward against the glass, plummeting down the windowsill.
The windowsill wasn't very high, but she was petite, and she ended up dangling

between the stairs and the windowsill. She hadn't yet recovered from the passion, so I grabbed her upper body with my right hand, pinning her

against the wall, and pressed her hand down as well.
At this moment, she seemed to understand the situation and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
I said, "Try to hold on, I'll try to get up."
Hearing what I said, she pressed her toes against the glass, trying to lift herself up. At this moment, her legs

opened due to the effort, and her entire lower body was exposed to the burning gaze from the other side.
By this time, my feet were already on solid ground below, and I watched her performance calmly. "Don't just hold on,

hurry up and get us up!" I said perfunctorily, while my other hand pretended to casually stroke her

vulva. When my fingers passed over that wet and slippery area, I could clearly feel her body tremble strongly

.
Because her body was already in a state of excitement, and her thighs were straightened because she was holding onto the glass, the

sensations were several times stronger than usual. While she was unable to free her hands and feet, I moved my fingers further to

her clitoris and began to rub it. How could she, who was trying to maintain her balance, defend against such a sudden attack?

Her legs began to tremble slightly.
"Ugh...no...no! Ah..." Her body trembled violently, then gradually

slid down, reaching climax in this bizarre state, under the burning gaze of the people opposite.
Seeing that she was limp and exhausted, I quickly picked her up and laid her flat on the stairwell floor.

While she was still dazed, I helped her straighten her clothes, and glared fiercely at the few little mice across the way.

Seeing that I had spotted them, and realizing there was no more fun to be had, they slunk away, wiping their noses.
After Meng Juan rested for a while, she opened her eyes and gently tapped my arm with her small fist, saying, "Oh,

you're so annoying ...what if someone sees us?"
I thought to myself, "Too late! She'll be completely exposed!" But I still comforted her aloud,

"How could that be! There's no one at school during summer vacation, don't think too much about it."
Afterwards, we straightened our clothes and went home, ending this exciting "back-to-school activity."
As time slowly passed, my girlfriend officially started teaching at the school. Since I had just moved back to my hometown, 　　many

things weren't settled yet, and there were many things to hand over at work, so I was often away from home

. 　　However, I noticed that my 　　girlfriend seemed a little off lately

. I often couldn't reach her, and she seemed restless when she spoke ,　　as if she was hiding something from me . Until one 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　day 　　… (To be continued) === ... I humbly request any unique ideas you might have. Thank you! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(III) 　　It was a sweltering autumn afternoon. I was annoyed because I couldn't contact my girlfriend over some trivial matters. Suddenly, a thought struck me. Meng Juan had brought back several newly made class address books yesterday. There should be contact information for other colleagues in them, right? With that in mind, I quickly found the address books. 　　Just as I was flipping through the address books, a name flashed before my eyes... Wasn't this one of the students who secretly photographed Meng Juan the other day? I quickly looked further down, and wow! Goodness gracious, all those boys from that day were actually classmates of theirs. This didn't sound good at all. I continued flipping through and found a mobile BBS website at the very end of the address book. I quickly went up and started browsing. 　　However, after searching for a long time, I only found ordinary daily class communication content, nothing . Then, a thought struck me. I searched for the registered accounts of those three male students and finally found a social media website in the personal data of one of them named Okada. 　　Just as I excitedly connected, I discovered it was a private community, and the application process required approval from administrators.

Only after the administrator's approval could I join, which hindered me. I could only

wander around aimlessly on some forums without access restrictions. These forums only contained very conservative photos,

without showing faces, mostly just girls' backs and long legs. The backgrounds seemed to be

on , but I couldn't tell if it was my girlfriend. You know, thanks to mainstream media,

girls' clothes and outfits are all pretty similar now. Slim legs and tight jeans or dresses and suits make it really hard to

tell them apart.
After trying for a long time without success, I gave up and put the matter aside for the time being.
That evening, after Meng Juan returned to our shared apartment, I pressed her about what happened that afternoon. She only told me that she had gone to see a movie with her colleague during the

break between classes and had forgotten her phone in the office. Seeing that she didn't want

to say more, I didn't press her further, quickly ate dinner, and made an excuse to go to rest.
In the middle of the night, I sneaked out of bed, went to the living room, took Meng Juan's

phone , and opened her message box. I wish I hadn't looked! The entire page was filled with messages from her and a

guy named He Ye: "Did you enjoy the movie today? A new snack shop opened near the train station, let

's !", "Goodnight! Go to bed early tonight, you have to get up early tomorrow!", "There's

fruit for you on the table, eat it early!"...
Each thoughtful message clearly showed that this guy had already intruded on my territory.

That wretched little Meng Juan, I even helped you get familiar with the area before school started, and

now she's hooked up with another colleague! A thought flashed through my mind, and I made up my mind. I quietly put the phone back and

went back to bed in the dark.
The next day, after Meng Juan went to work, I opened the private online community from the previous day and sent

a photo to the administrator. It was one of the photos of Meng Juan that had been secretly taken that day. However, I chose it cleverly;

the photo didn't show her face, only her bare buttocks and long legs, just like the erotic pictures circulating online

. But I was sure these discerning people would immediately recognize it as a photo taken at their

school , and they wouldn't be surprised if the person in the photo was their teacher.
Sure enough, shortly after sending the photo, I received a notification that I was allowed to join the community, along with several text

messages: "Who are you? How did you get these photos? What do you want?" A barrage of questions; it was clear

these kids were quite nervous. After all, doing something like this meant more than just being expelled from school; they might even end up in jail

!
I didn't immediately address their questions. Instead, I browsed the community for a while. It seemed to be

an underground group created by a bunch of perverts. Besides numerous photos of female school teachers' wardrobe malfunctions and legs,

the discussion forum was filled with all sorts of lewd fantasies: "That teacher wore tight pants again today, I really want

to give her a blowjob from behind!" "The music teacher's deep V-neck t-shirt today is amazing, it

's a perfect match with that mouth that's perfect for oral sex!"
And unsurprisingly, the most popular topic of discussion on the forum recently was my girlfriend, Meng Juan: "This semester..." "The new

English teacher is really nice. I have to resist the urge to masturbate every time I have her class." "

Yeah ! Yeah! Just listening to her read the text makes me hard." "She's wearing a short skirt today! I really

want to pin her down on the podium and take her right there and then."...
After reading their discussion, I contacted Okada. From him, I learned that Kazuya was also

a physical education teacher at their school. Ever since Meng Juan arrived at the school, he had been constantly pestering her. Recently, Meng Juan had been

playfully teasing him at school, and sometimes they would even go off-campus together when they didn't have classes.

I was furious when I heard this, but I didn't reveal my identity. After handing him some things and giving him some instructions

, I left him my contact information so he could contact me directly if needed.
Meng Juan came to school as usual today, sitting in her office preparing for her next class.

Little did she know that a carefully prepared trap had already been set for her, waiting for her to step into it step by step.
"Good morning, Ms. Meng Juan!" "Good morning, you too." "Did you like the movie yesterday? There's

a concert at the city hall next month, let's go together!" "It should be fine! Just remind me then!"

After chatting with the PE teacher, Kazuya, for a few minutes, I slowly walked towards the classroom.
Entering the classroom, she opened her textbook and began the lesson. However, the atmosphere in the classroom seemed particularly restless today,

as if something was subtly stirring within. Since she didn't notice anything unusual, she

continued the lesson as usual, following the pace of the last session: "The present perfect tense describes

an event or state that occurred in the past but is still ongoing or still influential up to the present..."
"Hehe!"
"What are you guys doing in the back!" Sensing something amiss, Meng Juan was particularly

sensitive and immediately noticed the boys in the back row seemingly passing something around: "Whose is this? Who

brought this to school?" Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a homemade erotic picture book. A

folder, commonly known as an accordion folder, was filled with pornographic covers, printed pictures of beautiful women, and many miscellaneous erotic

novels .
Seeing this, Meng Juan couldn't help but get angry. This class already had subpar grades and was known for its mischievous behavior in class

; now, with this kind of thing, she decided she couldn't let it go so easily this time.
"Whose is it? Admit it now!" After a rustling sound from the crowd,

several figures stood up.
Meng Juan's anger intensified upon seeing them. These three were Okada and his three musketeers, usually the least

diligent students in class. However, aside from affecting others, Okada's grades were actually quite good, making it difficult for

Meng Juan to cause him trouble.
"You lot, come with me to the disciplinary office!"
"Huh! Teacher, it's not that serious, is it?" As soon as these words were spoken, the class erupted in groans.
Meng Juan hated this kind of disgusting behavior the most, and also wanted to vent her anger. She steeled

herself and started walking out of the classroom. Okada and the other two, looking completely unconcerned, followed Meng Juan

out.
Upon arriving at the disciplinary office, the other colleagues told them that the disciplinary director was on the phone, so the group

waited outside the director's private office. Meng Juan turned around and glared at the three of them, giving them

a look that said, "You're all doomed." Just then, Okada spoke up: "Teacher, are you really sure you want to hand over this folder

?"
"It's too late to apologize now. You guys have always been bad at your behavior, so today you'll just have to accept your punishment

! Hahaha..." Meng Juan looked at Okada with a triumphant expression.
"But look at this." With that, Okada flipped to the last few pages of the folder.
Meng Juan stared intently and was stunned. The female protagonist in the photos was squatting naked in the toilet,

her head lowered, but it was clearly herself. Flipping through the pages, besides photos of herself using the toilet, the photos

became increasingly revealing, with the last few showing her with her buttocks raised, injecting enema fluid into her anus.
"You...how did you get these photos!"
"It's too late to apologize now! You'd better accept your punishment!" Meng Juan never expected karma to come so

quickly. The words she had just used to tease the three people had instantly reversed and were now applied to her .
While she was still in a daze, the discipline master opened the door and said, "Alright, you can come in now."
Meng Juan was still immersed in the shock she had just experienced and didn't know how to react. Just as her mind was in a mess

, Okada and the other two rushed forward and ushered her into the discipline master's office.
"So...what brings you here?"
"Um...this...that..." Meng Juan was so nervous that her face turned pale. She pressed the folder to her chest with both hands

, and her fingernails had turned slightly white from the pressure.
"Master, Teacher Meng Juan has something to show you." Okada seemed to be pretending not to know his teacher's

inner struggle and took the lead in making this declaration. Taking advantage of Meng Juan's surprise

, he snatched the folder from her hands and handed it to the discipline master's desk.
"Hey! Ah... no!" Meng Juan was about to rush forward, but it was too late.

Okada opened the folder in front of the discipline master. Meng Juan closed her eyes in despair, but... after a while,

the expected outburst didn't come. She only heard the discipline master say, "Setting up a new club? In principle, the school

encourages students to engage in healthy extracurricular sports. It's rare to see Ms. Meng Juan so enthusiastic. You're

willing . But I must remind you, leading a club is very tiring!"
"Um... oh, yes." Meng Juan hadn't woken up from the nightmare. She saw that the folder on the table

was open to the middle page, with "clean" data on both sides. One side was the club's application form, and

the other side was the club members' and instructors' basic information. There was no pornographic content at all.
"But... rock climbing club, Ms. Meng Juan, you can rock climb? Otherwise, how will you guide the students?"
"Um... a little bit." Seeing the discipline master's hand pressing on the edge of the page, as if he was about to turn to the next page

, Meng Juan felt like she was sitting on a volcano and quickly made up some random words.
"Besides our instructor, we have other coaches," Okada interjected.
"Oh... then in principle, there's no problem!" Seeing the discipline director say this, Meng Juan quickly picked

up the folder and handed the two club information sheets to him: "We'll add the detailed information later

. I'm going back to class now." Before the discipline director could say anything, she quickly escaped from the office.
In the corridor, Meng Juan glared at the three people: "What exactly do you want?"
"Nothing, we just want to do some 'healthy' extracurricular activities with the teacher!"

While , one of them quietly walked up behind Meng Juan and grabbed her slender waist. "Ah...

what are you doing?" Meng Juan was caught off guard and tried to break free. She heard a "snap" as a

leather-like belt was fastened around her waist.
"We'll let you know what we're going to do. Now go back to class, my teacher." After saying that, the three

of them winked at Meng Juan and walked towards the classroom.
( 　　To 　　be continued 　　)
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...　　　　　　　　If you're worried about it being considered spam due to too few words , feel free to PM me, email me, or contact me via Facebook. The data is at the bottom. If you have any opinions on the content, please feel free to discuss them with me or give me guidance. 　　Thank you all for your help; I will finish the next chapter as soon as possible. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(IV) 　　After returning to the classroom, Meng Juan absentmindedly finished the remaining lessons. Back in her office, she carefully examined the belt tied around her waist. 　　The belt had a round steel buckle that wrapped around her waist, tightly against her skin. Besides the leather belt, there was a steel wire connected to the buckle in the middle, with many steel keyholes, the purpose of which was unknown. 　　Just as Meng Juan was still troubled, she was suddenly patted on the back. Okada stood behind her : "Teacher, do you like the little gift we gave you?" 　　"What are you doing? Hurry up and take it down for me!" 　　"Don't rush! We have another little gift for you!" As he spoke, Okada took...

A paper bag was handed to Meng Juan, who took it and saw a peach-colored Lycra athletic thong.
"What's this for?"
"Teacher's butt is so perky and shapely, it's a shame it's always covered up so tightly. My brothers and I discussed it and

decided to help Teacher show off her good looks."
"You're crazy! Impossible, I absolutely won't change it."
"It's okay! There's still a long day, Teacher can think about it slowly." Okada finished speaking and

slowly walked away.
Meng Juan threw the bag into the trash can, turned back to her seat, and held her

head . She couldn't understand it at all. This world seemed fine when she left home this morning! Why

did her familiar world suddenly collapse? Not only were students threatening her with her photos, but

a strange belt had also been put around her waist.
Just as she was still troubled, she suddenly felt someone behind her. "Who?" Just as she turned her head

, she heard a "clatter" sound around her waist. Okada had already fastened a wire to the metal bar of the chair,

the other end already secured to her belt.
"To avoid upsetting the teacher, I'll help you change your gift. Please

stay in your seat for now!" Okada clapped his hands, then swaggered away.
"Hey! Wait..." Before Meng Juan could finish speaking, Okada had already disappeared through the door.
"Tick-tock...tick-tock..." The clock on the wall ticked away, two

hours , it was lunchtime, but Meng Juan had no appetite and

couldn't possibly leave her seat.
The wire Okada used was thin, but extremely tough; a simple knife couldn't touch it

. Plus, the chair's frame was a steel pipe about the thickness of a thumb, making it impossible to damage. Meng Juan had initially

planned to try the belt, but a belt inlaid with wire wasn't easy to destroy, and with it

pressed against her skin, she risked cutting herself, making the task even more difficult.
Fortunately, Meng Juan only had her last class today, after the first one in the morning.

So, although she hadn't left her seat yet, no one noticed anything amiss.
Not long after lunchtime began, Okada appeared again with a grin: "Teacher, it seems you haven't figured it out yet

! Since you can't leave your seat, I've brought you lunch." He was carrying a sandwich and a

large bottle of mineral water. Meng Juan had gotten up late that morning, and with her first class, seeing the food made

her really hungry. Even though he was the one who had locked her to her chair, Meng Juan

reluctantly accepted the lunch.
After eating and drinking her fill, her stomach problem was solved, but another physiological issue arose.
Meng Juan had been handcuffed to the chair since the first class, and it had been four hours since she last went to the toilet.

Coupled with her recent ravenous eating, her lower abdomen was slightly bloated. Left with no other choice,

she pleaded with Okada, "Please let me go, I need to use the toilet..."
"No! Teacher, we agreed that you have to change into a thong before you can leave your seat!"
"But...but..."
"If you don't make a decision quickly, I'll have to pee in my pants!"
Having already tried all morning, Meng Juan knew she had no other way to leave. Plus,

she still had the photos in his hands, so she stammered, "But...but I threw that thong

in the trash can. Could you get it for me?"
"What! That was specially picked out for you by my buddies!

It cost us a lot of money to take care of my little bottom!" Seeing that the teacher's attitude was softening, Okada immediately

seized the opportunity to add a comment.
"I...I'm sorry!" Seeing her student, who usually obeyed her orders, acting so arrogantly, Meng Juan

felt a pang of grievance. However, since the student had leverage over her, she had no choice but to temporarily back down.
"I can help you get it, but you'll have to give me a little punishment. Take your pants

off , since you'll have to take them off later anyway. You can't wear your thong on the outside, can you?"
"This...how can I do this?"
"You don't want to? Then I'm going back!" "
Wait! Don't..."
The school office space was limited. Apart from the director and principal, who

had their own rooms in a corner of the office, most of the other teachers were assigned to a large communal office. However, the school was

considerate enough to separate each seat with half-height partitions, so unless you peeked in, you couldn't see what was happening

in . In addition, it was lunchtime, and there were almost no people in the office. The few

teachers who remained were in another corner of the office and didn't notice what was happening here.
"I'll take them off." Under internal pressure, Meng Juan made her biggest concession: "But

stand back, and don't peek."
"Okay, what's the problem!" As soon as Okada heard Meng Juan's request, he immediately stood by the office door

, considerately turning his back to Meng Juan to block the view from the doorway.
Meng Juan was wearing a pair of tight-fitting low-waisted jeans today, with a relatively low waist, so

the belt fastened to her body wasn't pressed down by the jeans, but rather covered under her drooping shirt. Meng Juan struggled for a moment, then gritted

her teeth and took off the entire pair of jeans. She then immediately slid her office chair under the desk, using the desk

and chair armrests to completely cover her lower body.
"Okay...okay."
"Teacher, don't lie to me! Teacher, you've been dragging your feet all morning and haven't even changed yet. Did you really take your

pants off?" Okada said, trying to peek into the cubicle.
"No...no..." This startled Meng Juan quite a bit. Sitting in the office wearing only her underwear was already

shocking enough, but she didn't want to expose her private parts to the students!
"Then let me see your pants."
Reluctantly, Meng Juan had to hand over her jeans from above the cubicle. Okada, true to his word, took the jeans

and went to the trash can to rummage through them: "Look, you've ruined our good intentions like this

." After all, it had been thrown into the trash can, and the brown paper bag containing the thong had a few stains on it.
"Hurry...hurry up!" Half-naked, Meng Juan couldn't bear the pressure and urged

Okada on.
"Oh dear! You dare to be so arrogant after doing something wrong? Come and get it yourself!" With that, Okada placed the brown paper

bag in the middle of the office corridor.
"This...this..." Although Meng Juan outwardly gave in, she couldn't bring herself to make such a bold decision to expose her

private parts , to a student.
"Still don't want me to see, huh? Hehe, I won't be so cruel as to ask you to change in front of me

. After all, beautiful women need some space to change! But I'm reminding you,

if you haven't changed into your thong by the end of the afternoon break, then you'll have to teach like this this afternoon!" With that,

Okada put his jeans into a plastic bag and dashed away.
"Eh! Eh..." Before Meng Juan could answer, the bell signaling the start of the lunch break

startled . In that instant, Okada was gone.
During lunch break, most teachers in the office went out to find food, and a few who returned

rested on their desks, creating a relaxed atmosphere. However, in a corner of the office, an unseen,

erotic scene was unfolding.
Meng Juan sat stiffly in her seat, her bare legs stretched taut, too afraid to move

. No one would guess that the usually pure and lovely female teacher was sitting there wearing

only underwear.
"I...I need to get the things in the paper bag quickly." Remembering Okada's threat before he left, Meng Juan glanced at

the clock. Her afternoon classes would begin in twenty minutes, and if she didn't hurry, her colleagues would

definitely discover her state.
She cautiously peeked out to make sure no one was walking in the aisle before carefully

rolling her chair's wheels and gliding gently into the aisle.
"Eek... Ugh..." It was already September, the beginning of autumn. The cool afternoon breeze brought a chill as it brushed against Meng Juan's

bare thighs and buttocks. Moving around the teachers' office

naked made her feel unreal; familiar things suddenly seemed so strange.

The sounds of her colleagues turning over, the gurgling of the water dispenser in the distance—all sounded

like , making her heart race.
The vibrations from the wheels rolling on the floor against her bare buttocks gently stimulated

her sensitive nerves, making her face flush and her blood rush to her head. Those short

few meters now felt longer than anything else.
Finally reaching the trash can, Meng Juan quickly grabbed the bag and returned to her seat to

take out its contents. Fortunately, Okada and the others had some conscience; the thong was just a regular style,

not some sheer, transparent lingerie. The soft Lycra material felt very comfortable to the touch, and it even had

ventilation holes. However, this still made Meng Juan, who had never worn a thong before, blush and her heart race for a long time.
At this moment, Meng Juan encountered another problem: to put on this new panty, she would have to take off what

she was wearing, and there would definitely be a period when her lower body would be completely exposed. Although

it was lunch break, the thought still made Meng Juan too embarrassed to lift her head. After confirming that no one

in carefully lifted her buttocks and pulled the panty up to her thighs.
"Hmm... hum..." The moment her vulva directly touched the cushion, Meng Juan couldn't help but groan. Her lower body,

already with blood due to tension, felt a slight pleasure from the friction of the cushion's rough fibers.
However, Meng Juan had no time to enjoy this extra benefit. She hurriedly pulled down her underwear, wanting

to finish changing quickly. But she forgot that her high heels had many decorations, and in her haste,

her underwear got tangled in her ankle. Meng Juan quickly bent down to untangle it.
Just as she lowered her head, she caught a glimpse of a figure appearing at the office door. To make matters

worse , at such a shameful moment, the last person Meng Juan wanted to see was him!
The PE teacher, Kazuya, walked excitedly towards her seat, carrying a box of freshly cut

fruit. In this critical moment, Meng Juan quickly hid her lower body under the desk, covering her naked

genitals with her hands.
"Teacher Meng! Time for some fruit!" Kazuya called out as he approached. Since the start of the semester, he had

been flirting with Meng Juan, frequently bringing her cookies and fruit as a "show of goodwill." However, his attempt to flatter him backfired today

. Meng Juan looked displeased and put her index finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet. Kazuya, having met with a rebuff,

immediately lowered his voice and walked towards Meng Juan's desk.
Seeing Kazuya approach, Meng Juan became so nervous she almost stopped breathing. Worse still, in

this extremely tense state, Meng Juan felt a warm current slowly seeping down her lower abdomen: "No...

no!"
Hearing Meng Juan's exclamation, Kazuya stopped in his tracks: "Wh...what's wrong?"
"Um...I'm not feeling well today." Meng Juan had no choice but to resort to the most common

excuse can use.
"Oh, is that so? Do you need me to buy you some medicine?"
"No...no, I'll be fine after a rest."
By this time, Kazuya was very close to the partition, and Meng Juan huddled inside her chair, afraid of being

noticed anything amiss. Kazuya, still unwilling to give up, tried to hand over the fruit box. Meng Juan, afraid he'd discover the secret

under , quickly reached out to take it. As soon as she did, she realized something was wrong; her fingertips, from the earlier

stimulation, were stained with a glistening substance. She quickly hid her hand under the box, snatched it away,

and hurriedly urged Kazuya to leave.
After Kazuya left, Meng Juan checked the time; lunch break was almost over. Ignoring her disheveled

lower body, she quickly pulled on her thong. Just then, Okada appeared at the office door.
"Did you change properly, teacher?"
"Give me back my pants," Meng Juan said in a low voice.
"Wait, let me check your old underwear first."
Left with no other choice, Meng Juan tossed her underwear to Okada, saying, "Is this okay?"
Okada took the underwear, then gave Meng Juan back her jeans and patiently waited for her to put them on. "Next time you ask

the teacher for something, you'd better do it quickly, or something even worse might happen!" Okada said, untying the wires on

the chair . Exhausted, Meng Juan didn't have the energy to argue with Okada and

went home in a daze after finishing the last two classes.
That evening, Meng Juan found a text message on her phone: "The new gift is on the teacher's desk

. Remember to change into it tomorrow morning! ^^" Needless to say, it was another message from Okada.
( 　　To be　　continued )
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...　　　　　　Finally, we'll introduce the Japanese SM brand "Goods' Epicurean." The Japanese have a particular fondness for leather, but because of this, it's not suitable for long-term wear, only for short-term use . However, the texture of pure leather is truly exceptional, and because there are no concerns about long-term wear , its designs offer more variety than others. 　　Each brand has its strengths, but they all share one thing in common: they're all very expensive! However, considering the quality, it's definitely worth it. If you have the chance, give it a try! These products are mostly modularly designed , allowing for the use of various accessories. That's why we only used the waist belt in this article—after all, we've only just begun, and other accessories will be featured later. 　　Unfortunately, the countries of origin for these products are mostly temperate, with lower temperatures . Therefore, finding a suitable season for long-term wear for your partner can be a challenge! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(V) 　　The next day was Tuesday, the day for a school-wide meeting of all faculty and staff. Meng Juan, arrived at school early, but not for today's work, but for the nerve-wracking text message from yesterday. 　　Reaching the school gate, Meng Juan awkwardly tugged at her skirt, and after confirming that no one else was nearby, she hurriedly entered the school. Meng Juan's nervousness wasn't without reason. Yesterday, Okada's text message not only teased today's mysterious gift but also demanded that Meng Juan wear the thong they had given her. Meng Juan was a clean girl! How could she possibly tolerate coming to work in dirty underwear? After she quickly washed the underwear thoroughly. 　　The problem was that, in her eagerness to wear this shameful underwear, Meng Juan used a hairdryer to dry the . Although Lycra isn't usually a shrink-resistant material, after being dried by the hot air, it shrunk by a whole size. Although it was very elastic, it became quite tight. 　　Meng Juan stepped into the school gate and walked through the campus. The slight morning breeze caressed her buttocks, seemingly reminding her of the indecent attire beneath her dignified teacher's exterior. Although the Lycra material of her sportswear was very form-fitting, the slightly tight fabric still dug into her buttocks, reminding her of her thong with each step. 　　The female teacher's lower body and buttocks became more sensitive due to her focused attention. With each sway of her body, the hem of her skirt rubbed against her buttocks, as if being played with by a man's fingers, causing Meng Juan's body to become flushed and hot. Meng Juan secretly blamed her body. Just a small thong had caused such a strong reaction. How could she possibly resist the students' malicious pranks? Especially they held her shameful photos. 　　Despite her troubled mind, Meng Juan still made her way to the faculty office. Before opening the door, she took a deep breath and mustered her courage to look at her desk… Unexpectedly , there weren't any obscene toys on the desk as she had imagined, only a delicate little box. 　　Curious, Meng Juan opened the box and saw a delicate chain ornament inside. A slender but strong silver metal chain was coiled into a circle. However, unlike a necklace, it didn't have a pendant directly attached ; instead, two other chains extended from where the pendant would have been, each adorned with a cylindrical black ornament. 　　Meng Juan tried holding the chain up to her neck… It was too long; this wasn't the length . "Could it be that these boys aren't really that bad, and actually wanted to give her a gift? But boys are generally more careless, choosing a necklace like this." Thinking this, Meng Juan put the small box in her pocket and began preparing things for the upcoming meeting. 　　After a while, colleagues gradually entered the office. Meng Juan, being the meeting recorder , got up and went to the meeting room to prepare. 　　Upon opening the meeting room door, Meng Juan exclaimed, "Hey!" She saw Okada sitting upright at the assistant's seat next to the blackboard. "You... what are you doing here?" Meng Juan asked in surprise. 　　"The student affairs director is reporting on the project proposal today, and I'm his assistant!" 　　"Eh..." 　　"Let's not talk about that. Have you put on the gift I gave you?" 　　"You mean that necklace? I tried it on, but it's too long. See for yourself." Meng Juan said , taking the small box out of her pocket.

"Hehe...that's not a necklace!" Okada grabbed the box and went around to the back to help

Meng Juan put it on.
"Eh?" Meng Juan was startled and was about to push Okada away when she suddenly remembered

the threat in yesterday's text message, and her hand slowed down.
Okada untied the long, round chain, threaded it through the two round holes on the front of Meng Juan's belt, and then

fastened it at the back of her waist. The chain loosely wrapped around Meng Juan's waist, and Meng Juan realized that it was

a waist chain!
Although Meng Juan was petite, her waist-to-hip ratio was very good because of her love of sports,

so the chain was caught above her hips and didn't slip down; while the sub-chain connected to the pendant

hung naturally, swaying slightly below Meng Juan's lips.
After Okada put the pendant inside Meng Juan's skirt from the top, he turned and returned to his seat.
Meng Juan finally realized what was happening and was about to chase after them to ask what they were up to when she heard

footsteps in the corridor. Her colleagues were gradually moving towards the conference room. Reluctantly, Meng Juan headed towards her recording booth at the bottom of

the conference room.
However, as soon as she took a step, she realized things weren't so simple. The silver chain gently rubbed against her mons pubis with

each step , subtly tugging at her soft, delicate pubic hair.

The thin Lycra thong offered little protection against this stimulation. Worse still, with each movement of her body,

the pendant below gently tapped against her labia, each vibration directly shaking her sensitive

nerves.
Although the stimulation from the chain was intense, it was also very gentle. Meng Juan felt all her

attention focused on her lower body, trying to savor the faint, almost imperceptible pleasure. The distance from the conference room front door to

the recording booth was only a few dozen meters, but Meng Juan allowed herself to quietly enjoy this private

entertainment.
After finally reaching the table, Meng Juan took a while to snap out of her reverie.

Thinking about how engrossed she had been, she glared at Okada resentfully, blaming her own body for being so

sensitive to any teasing.
The conference room was rectangular. Besides a long blackboard on the front wall,

large LCD screens hung above the sides, and a pull-down projector screen was set up in the center for

displaying . Okada's assistant was positioned to the left of the podium, with a

computer on his desk for preparing data for the speaker.
Okada beckoned to her, gesturing for her to look at the blackboard on the left. Still annoyed by

what had just happened ignored him, simply rolling her eyes at him.
To ensure smooth meetings, the conference room featured a double-layered blackboard design. Besides a large blackboard

, several smaller blackboards slid along rails in front of it. When a speaker finished using

the blackboard , the used board could be pushed aside for the assistant to clean, thus avoiding

interruptions.
At this moment, Okada gently pushed aside the movable blackboard next to the assistant's seat, slightly revealing

the blackboard . Meng Juan initially didn't realize Okada's intention, only watching his movements with curiosity. The blackboard behind

it displayed a full-size poster-sized image. As Okada moved,

the image slowly emerged…
The scene in the image was a top-down, angled photograph, and the furnishings seemed somewhat

familiar . Just as the image was about a third of the way open, a pair of long, beautiful legs appeared in the center of the frame,

completely bare. It seemed the owner of these legs was not wearing any clothing to conceal herself.
Just then, a thought flashed through Meng Juan's mind: "No...it's impossible,

how could it have been photographed?" Meng Juan was right; the picture showed her naked in the office, a shameful

sight . She was only wearing underwear, offering no coverage whatsoever to her legs,

her shapely and shapely legs exposed to the air.
"Ah...no, no, I can't let them see..." The thought of her half-naked photo being displayed right

in front of Meng Juan with dread.
Just then, the conference room door slammed open. The sudden noise

startled , who quickly looked towards the door. Several teachers, led by the academic affairs director, filed into

the conference room, ready to begin today's meeting.
Fortunately, the picture on the blackboard wasn't fully unfolded. Before the other teachers noticed what was on the blackboard

, Okada quickly pushed it back into place and nonchalantly returned to his assistant's seat.

Grasped , Meng Juan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the intense emotional turmoil had left her legs slightly weak. What

humiliated her even more was that as her body relaxed, she felt a warm current flow down to her lower abdomen. Her body, which had just been aroused,

responded passionately to the external stimulation, and Meng Juan felt something flowing out of her lower body.
As time passed, the conference room gradually filled with the attending teachers, but Meng Juan's current

situation seemed rather precarious: the pendant hanging between her legs was intentionally or unintentionally

brushing against her genitals with her movements, and behind the podium, which was the focus of all the teachers' attention, was a

daring .
Meng Juan gritted her teeth, looking at Okada in front of her, but Okada seemed completely unfazed, fiddling with

the documents a professional assistant.
Just as Meng Juan was still feeling uneasy, the principal walked up to the podium, tapped the table, and announced the official start of the

faculty and staff meeting. Meng Juan had no choice but to turn on the computer on her desk and dutifully begin her

work as a recorder. However, the photo behind the blackboard made her feel like she was sitting on a ticking time bomb, fearing that Okada might

do something unexpected again.
As the meeting progressed, Meng Juan continued with her work. Suddenly!

A message window from her communication software popped up in the lower right corner of the computer. "Huh? I didn't log into my account just now?" Meng Juan clicked on

the message with a puzzled look.
Upon opening the message, the words "Exhibitionist Female Teacher" were prominently displayed above her ID, and

the recipient was none other than Okada, who was currently sitting at the assistant's desk in front of her.
"Do you like the photos we took of you?"
"Stop messing around. And what kind of nickname is this?"
"Don't be so angry! This nickname suits you perfectly, teacher!"
"If you keep going like this, I won't forgive you!"
"This isn't the attitude you should have when asking for a favor (laughs). It seems the teacher has forgotten

the lesson from yesterday in the office!"
Recalling the scene of being forced to walk around in the office wearing only her underwear yesterday, Meng Juan was gripped by the fear of exposure

and couldn't help but plead with Okada: "Please, don't bully me anymore..."
"Hehe! Back then, the teacher even wanted to give the three of us a demerit! This contrast is unbearable. Listen

! If you don't want everyone to see the photos, take off your skirt now."
Seeing Okada's bold order, Meng Juan couldn't help but widen her eyes. Although she was forced to take off her skirt yesterday , it was in the office during lunch break, and in the middle of her cubicle, which was completely different from the situation in the crowded meeting room

with her colleagues now . 　　However, Okada didn't give Meng Juan a chance to think. While keeping an eye on her, he slowly pushed the blackboard aside, slightly revealing the poster behind it. With no other choice, Meng Juan gestured to reassure Okada while unbuttoning her skirt. However, after pulling down the zipper, she stopped. 　　"Ugh... what should I do?" Although the teachers present were all focused on the principal's impassioned speech on the stage , the principal was facing everyone. This meant that if Meng Juan did anything too outrageous , the principal would notice. 　　As Okada's fingers slowly pushed the blackboard away from the photo, Meng Juan's heart pounded like a cat on a hot tin roof. If this continued, her feet would soon be in everyone's sight. If such a picture appeared on the blackboard , with nearly a hundred eyes in the school staring, it was impossible for no one to notice . If that happened, even if the school didn't pursue the matter, she would have no face to stay any longer. 　　Meng Juan steeled herself and, taking advantage of the principal's head being down looking at documents, subtly raised her usually proud, pert buttocks , using the opportunity to pull her skirt up to her thighs. This first public exposure caused Meng Juan's cheeks to flush crimson. 　　"Ugh...so embarrassing." The hot flesh of her buttocks touching the cold chair made Meng Juan shiver involuntarily, the metallic feel causing her to tremble involuntarily. The warmth in her lower abdomen intensified, as if it was slowly seeping out . 　　"No...not now." Resisting the pleasure within her while simultaneously watching the principal's movements , the immense pressure pushed Meng Juan to her limit. Because the area in front of the recording table wasn't enclosed, although there were layers of seats separating it from the stage, no one could guarantee that the speaker wouldn't glimpse the exposed skin through the gaps. Although Meng Juan knew she had to quickly fulfill Okada's instructions, her stiff hands couldn't pull her skirt down even an inch further. 　　Whether it was a stroke of luck or a cruel joke, the principal pulled down the central projection screen, dimmed the lights, and prepared to begin the presentation. Taking advantage of the noise of everyone adjusting their seats and the dim light, Meng Juan successfully removed her dress. 　　But where to put it? She couldn't just leave it on the floor, could she? Even in this situation, her cleanliness remained a strong point, and besides , it would be disastrous if the people on stage noticed! Meng Juan looked around and noticed a drawer on the right side of the desk that was slightly ajar. Since the meeting room wasn't used every day and there wasn't anything else inside, she decided to put the dress in there temporarily and put it back on before the meeting ended. 　　After folding the skirt, Meng Juan carefully opened the drawer and put it inside. However, just as she closed the drawer, the latch clicked softly. Meng Juan was startled: "Oh no! 　　This is a trap!" She quickly tried pulling the drawer, and sure enough, it was locked by the automatic locking device. 　　The meeting room appeared as somber as ever. The principal, spitting as he spoke, was giving a pep talk about the progress to be implemented . The colleagues below, though looking rather uninterested, were still trying their best to appear attentive. 　　But if you looked from the back of the classroom, the scene was completely different! The young female intern teacher was wearing only a thin thong, her lower body... The piece of cloth, offering almost no coverage, offered virtually , leaving them completely exposed to the cold air. Although the lights were dimmed for the upcoming presentation, the end of the presentation would be a nightmare for Meng Juan. 　　Simply being naked wouldn't have been so bad, but the embellishments hanging from her waist added to the lewd atmosphere ; a simple silver chain, seemingly emphasizing her vital parts, dangled between her legs, drawing attention to the teacher's revealing attire. 　　Meng Juan suppressed the urge to cover herself, her hands continuing to work diligently on the keyboard. "I can't let anyone notice anything amiss ; if they do, I'm finished." Meng Juan continued her note-taking work in this semi-naked state. 　　But even this couldn't last long. Her skirt was locked in the drawer, and Meng Juan had no way out . Once the presentation ended and the lights came on, her shameful state would be exposed, and Okada had no intention of letting her off so easily. 　　Not long after, a message from Okada appeared in the lower right corner of the computer screen: "Teacher seems to have encountered a problem!" 　　"Don't do this, I've done as you said, give me back my skirt!" Meng Juan pleaded desperately to escape her predicament　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(To be continued) 　　Next time, the passionate meeting room exposure continues. What kind of tragic fate awaits Meng Juan? 　　=== ...

Guess what that waist chain is? (Even if you don't guess correctly, it can become a plot point later).
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people , so I hope you won't hesitate to share your ideas. Even if they're not suitable for this work

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brainstorm the female protagonist for the third work. Since the main scenes of the first two works are set in school,

some plot points become less suitable. Therefore, I'd like the female protagonist for the third work to be a working professional

. Several ideas I've come up with are listed below. I will try to consider everyone's opinions, but of course,

I'll prioritize female protagonists who are more suitable for inclusion in appropriate plots.
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(VI)
"Don't worry! If you behave well, we won't want to see you embarrass yourself," Okada responded with his

usual nonchalant attitude. Meng Juan had no other choice but to take it one step at a time.
The principal on stage continued his eloquent presentation of the slides on the screen, but it was almost

over If they didn't hurry, Meng Juan would face a naked crisis in front of the entire school.
Just as Meng Juan was wondering what to do, she saw Okada slowly walk out

of his seat . Because of the various meetings and workshops at the school,

which required recording various reports and minutes, the teachers were used to it and didn't pay

much attention.
Okada slowly approached Meng Juan's seat. Meng Juan felt her heart was about to jump out of her mouth

. Helpless, she could only cower in her seat, her hands weakly covering her lower body, trying her best 　　to

hide what was exposed to Okada's eyes.
Okada looked at Meng Juan with that signature faint smile on his lips, making Meng Juan feel as if

all her efforts had been in vain.
Okada slowly walked to Meng Juan's side, first taking a close-up shot of her entire body from top to bottom, then

lowering his head and whispering in her ear, "If Teacher is willing to behave,

it's not impossible to lend Teacher a dress!" For Meng Juan, who was cornered, this was like a drowning person grabbing a piece of

driftwood. She nodded frantically and looked at Okada with eager eyes. Okada pointed to another corner

at the back of , where a neatly folded garment sat on a cabinet. Although

the presentation was still ongoing and the conference room wasn't brightly lit,

it was impossible to walk past the back of the room without being spotted by the people on stage. Meng Juan cast a pleading look at Okada, but he bent his elbow, raised his hand to

his chest , and then bent over. Meng Juan suddenly understood Okada's insidious scheme. Because this conference room

was used exclusively for public meetings, the room was... Chairs were arranged, but the number of attendees didn't fill the entire hall; there were about two or three rows of empty chairs

at the back . However, these chairs were only waist-high and didn't

completely block the view from the stage. Meng Juan wasn't going to let Okada do as he pleased. She quietly

slipped off her seat and squatted on the floor under the table, then moved like a duck, trying to

retain a last shred of dignity in front of Okada. But as soon as she took her first step, the pull on her foot

almost made her fall to the floor. Looking up, she saw Okada's sneakers stepping on

the edge , shaking his head at her, and repeating the same action. Meng Juan had neither the time

nor the resources to argue with Okada. If she didn't get back to her seat before the principal noticed, everyone's

attention would be on her awkward posture.
Meng Juan gritted her teeth, unwilling but resigned, and

slowly bent her elbows forward.
"Huh?" As soon as Meng Juan lay down, a wave of shame washed over her. While imagining it in

her mind she only felt embarrassed lying on the ground and didn't want to do as Okada said. But now that she was actually

on the floor, she realized how lewd her position was. As her body bent forward, the already

slightly small thong couldn't contain her buttocks at all, and the small piece of fabric between her legs sank even deeper into

her full buttocks. From behind, Okada looked down at her, and Meng Juan's buttocks were almost completely exposed.

Her body was laid bare before her eyes, with only a small patch of skin covering her private area, protecting the secret place between her thighs.

Besides her own shame, Okada, standing behind her, brazenly and greedily captured

the teacher's alluring body with his camera. Meng Juan could almost feel the burning gaze lingering on her private parts

; the naked stare seemed almost tangible, unbearable. The waist chain hanging down in front of her

lower abdomen prevented her from lowering her hips too much, lest the pendant strike the ground and make a sound.
Despite the dire situation, Meng Juan didn't have much time to hesitate. If she didn't quickly retrieve 　　her

skirt, the principal's report would end. To move, Meng Juan had to slightly spread her legs

, thus exposing the view of her inner thighs to Okada's camera without any concealment.
In the dimly lit conference room, apart from the projector's light flickering on the walls,

the only sounds echoing in the air were the low hum of the air conditioner and the speaker's hollow voice. But in everyone's blind spot, a wonderful

and erotic performance was still going on. "Ugh..." Meng Juan suppressed the urge to clench her thighs and slowly

crawled forward. The cool breeze from the air conditioner gently caressed her buttocks, seemingly reminding her of her current shameful state.

A young female teacher was crawling slowly like a puppy with her buttocks sticking out in the conference room where all the teachers of the school were gathered

.

If Okada had the whole scene to himself, but Meng Juan's appearance was also recorded by the camera without missing a single detail

.
(Just a little bit more) Just as Meng Juan was about to climb to the front of the cabinet,

something warm suddenly brushed against her inner thigh. The sudden stimulation almost made Meng Juan scream. Because all her nerves

were on edge, Meng Juan's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. When she looked back, she saw

Okada holding a camera in one hand and fiddling with the ornament on her waist with the other. Faced with Okada's

opportunistic behavior, Meng Juan didn't have the courage to put up any resistance while half-naked. She only wanted

to get her clothes as soon as possible, so she had to prop up her aching legs and continue her shameful journey. But Okada's hand made the

already more unbearable. Because Okada inadvertently touched the inside of her thigh,

Meng Juan involuntarily wanted to clench her thighs. However, in order to maintain her balance, Meng Juan had to maintain a certain

posture, so she had to try her best to spread her legs apart, as if welcoming Okada's hand between her legs.
Finally, Meng Juan crawled to the cabinet. The stimulation between her legs had made her face flush red.

She quickly grabbed the clothes off the cabinet. Sure enough, Okada had no good intentions. It was a

dress made of chiffon. The fabric wasn't very thick, and the size looked rather small.

However, Meng Juan couldn't put the dress on right away. Not only was her current position quite awkward, but if she put on the dress and

stood up, she would definitely be noticed by the people on stage. Crawling was also difficult. Meng Juan had no choice but to grit her teeth

and start crawling back in the same position. To avoid getting the dress dirty, she had to hold it in

her and tilt her head back to prevent the hem of the dress from dragging on the ground.

Of course, Okada, who was waiting nearby, carefully recorded the female teacher's humiliated expression and unwilling eyes.
Meng Juan breathed a sigh of relief as she finally returned to her seat. Okada also temporarily stopped bothering her and began to

do her work around the meeting room. Meng Juan quickly put on her skirt. Fortunately, a one-piece skirt is easy to wear with slippers

, so it didn't attract too much attention. However, the skirt wasn't very flattering in terms of length, just

a little over her buttocks and quite a distance from her knees. The waist was also a bit too small, and the design, which was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, left a high slit where

the skirt should have overlapped. But Meng Juan couldn't care less about that. She quickly

focused her attention on the meeting minutes to catch up on the progress she had just made.
After a while, the principal finished his long briefing with a tense expression, and the following agenda proceeded smoothly in sequence

. Meng Juan's mood gradually calmed down. Once she calmed down, she looked at Okada

, who was busy at the podium, and decided to have a good talk with him after the meeting. They already had photos, and she couldn't let

her have any more leverage. She planned to take the memory card from the video recorder while everyone was still there

, figuring that Okada wouldn't dare to be violent towards her in public. As Meng Juan was making her plans, she

didn't notice something gleaming faintly under her skirt. The devil's next conspiracy was slowly approaching

.
As the meeting drew to a close, the principal raised the final issue: "Determining

the editor ." Although Meng Juan's high school was an all-boys school, its literary

atmosphere remained strong due to its school spirit. The publication of the school magazine was a major event both internally and externally. However, the editor-in-chief's role was relatively

simple: besides selecting submissions from students, the main tasks were

photographing the cover and designing the layout. This kind of work was usually done by newly recruited male teachers

, and Meng Juan was happy to sit back and wait for the final decision. However, everyone wanted to avoid such thankless tasks

. Several new teachers sat down and debated, finding it difficult to decide.

It seemed that the PE teacher, He Ye, being the least experienced, would be chosen to edit the school magazine.
Just then, a new message flashed on the screen: "Teachers, please volunteer to

edit the school magazine!" Meng Juan, who had just received the message, looked up sharply and met Okada's sly smile. Knowing they

probably didn't have any good ideas, Meng Juan frowned and shook her head at Okada, her heart pounding with

anxiety "Is he going to use the photo behind the blackboard to threaten me again?" she thought nervously. But to her surprise, seeing Meng Juan's

reluctance, Okada didn't say much. He simply picked up the remote control on the table and

turned on . Meng Juan was unsure what Okada was up to and stared at the screens curiously. The large screens

took a long time to warm up, and the images that gradually appeared were blurry, making it difficult to discern

what they were. Meng Juan looked more closely and was suddenly startled. The familiar colors and patterns in the center—

weren't the thong she was wearing? Meng Juan hurriedly glanced under her skirt and saw that

the upper part of the black ornament was faintly glowing, and the image on the screen was

swaying .
It turned out that the thing wasn't an ornament at all, but a small camera. Meng Juan quickly reached into her skirt

and pressed her fingers firmly against the glowing lens. But just then, Okada's voice ruthlessly

rang out, "Kazuya-sensei, Meng Juan-sensei seems to have something to say!" The noisy discussion was interrupted by this

sudden voice, and everyone's eyes turned to Meng Juan at the back of the classroom.

As a young woman, Meng Juan was too embarrassed to keep her hands under her skirt under everyone's gaze,

so she released the camera and squeezed her thighs tightly together. At this moment, Kazuya asked excitedly, "Meng

Juan-sensei, is there something you need? Is it also..." "Interested in editing the school magazine?" Mengjuan lowered her head slightly, her face still flushed

from her recent humiliating behavior. Now, under everyone's gaze

, she felt incredibly pressured and desperately wanted to escape the classroom. Unfortunately, the crisis wasn't over yet. Luckily,

everyone's attention was focused on this area; if anyone noticed the open screen, her private parts

would be completely exposed. Mengjuan could only suppress her shame and stammer, "I...I want to help with

the editing of the school magazine." He Ye, who already harbored feelings for Mengjuan, immediately

agreed to help, promising to do a perfect job.
With that, the meeting was largely over. The principal announced a few tasks and

then adjourned.
After the meeting, the staff members left the meeting room in twos and threes to prepare for the upcoming lessons.

Mengjuan was still at work, but the curse hadn't been lifted yet. The screen at the front of the classroom was still lit. She could cover the camera with her hand while sitting down

, but she couldn't exactly walk around with her hand inside her skirt. So, although Mengjuan

desperately wanted to grab Okada and get the footage back, she was powerless at this point. Just as

everyone in the meeting room was about to leave, a new message came through in the lower right corner of the computer. It included a website address

and a message from Okada: "That performance was really great! But you can't

keep that, or the website address will be published."
P.S.: The photo on the blackboard is for the teacher, don't forget to take it with you. Clicking the link

led to a live stream website. The thing on the screen was none other than the camera currently locked to her belt

. Mengjuan was both anxious and angry. Looking up, she saw Okada's figure flash past the door and had already

left on his own. She was about to chase after him, but then she remembered the poster behind the blackboard showing her naked in the office

. She couldn't leave it with her colleagues; if someone found it… that

would be terrible.
Finally,

after . But it was such a large poster, there was nowhere to hide it. Tearing it up probably wouldn't conceal the fact that it

was a nude poster. In this all-boys school… if some idle student put it back together,

she'd be in big trouble.
Mengjuan had no choice but to roll up the poster and take it with her, intending to hide it in her desk
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