[Summer] (Chapter 2, Zhou Wenbing, a male student)

Author: In the Breath of Time,
published on the forum on August 2, 2016,

"Chapter Two" - Zhou Wenbing, a male student

. The three-day May Day holiday flew by, and on the evening of May 3rd, boarding students had to attend evening self-study. Zhou Wenbing
had eaten breakfast at 10:00 AM, combining breakfast and lunch to save money on one meal. He stayed in his dormitory studying until
about 4:00 PM, when he felt hungry and decided to eat. He ate two scallion pancakes and then went to the basketball court to watch
others play. From afar, he noticed a beautiful figure walking towards the teachers' dormitory.
He only realized what was happening when the basketball went out of bounds and hit him.

Guo Xiuwen went into her dormitory, took out some clean clothes, and hung them up. Hearing a soft knock on the door,
she knew it was that boy again. Opening the door, he rushed in and hugged her, burying his thin face between
her high breasts. Guo Xiuwen gently patted his back a few times: "How's your review going these past few days?"
Zhou Wenbing then looked up at Guo Xiuwen and said, "Teacher, I missed you so much."

"It's only been two or three days since we last met. Have you been missing your teacher too much because you haven't been studying properly?"

"Hehe, I missed you, but I didn't really."

"What do you mean by 'missed you'?"

"Missed you means I absolutely have to get into a top university and get your reward. Didn't really miss you means I was
focused ."

Guo Xiuwen pinched Zhou Wenbing's cheek: "Really? Looks like you really have self-control."

"Also, I don't think about it during the day, but I do at night."

"Hehe, you little rascal. Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I have. After eating, I watched people playing basketball and saw you from afar, so I ran over." "

Don't be in such a hurry. Be careful. If others find out, you'll make my life miserable."

"Of course I'll be careful. It's a secret between me and your teacher. Hehe."

As Zhou Wenbing spoke, he reached behind Guo Xiuwen and stroked her plump buttocks, his erection gradually growing.
She kissed his forehead, hugged him shyly, and said, "What,
you're already up to no good again after only three days without seeing your teacher?"

"Don't mention three days, even one day without seeing you would make me miss you. Who can blame me when you're so beautiful? Your butt is so big and soft,
so nice to touch."

"You little pervert, you're getting more and more sweet-talking. Hey, where's the reserved and introverted Wenbing from before?"

"Teacher, I'm still introverted and reserved, I still consider you my goddess." "

Hehe, you're getting better and better at sweet-talking. Really want to?"

Guo Xiuwen said, reaching into Zhou Wenbing's crotch and touching his already erect member, causing him to shudder
and let out a satisfied "Oh~".

"Teacher, help me, I haven't seen you these past few days, I really miss you." He then pushed Guo Xiuwen towards
the bedroom .

She almost lost her balance, her high heels making a chaotic sound on the floor: "Be careful not to fall."

Entering the bedroom and seeing the bed, Zhou Wenbing became aroused again. He pushed Guo Xiuwen down onto the bed and pounced
on her luscious lips. The two quickly kissed. The young man was releasing
his longing for his female teacher after not seeing her for several days, while the mature woman responded passionately,
easing the itch stirred up by . After a brief exchange of kisses, Zhou Wenbing quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, his erect
penis reaching to lift Guo Xiuwen's skirt.

She maintained her composure: "Don't be so rough, Teacher will make you feel good. Wait, Teacher's taking off
her skirt."

He watched as Guo Xiuwen removed her dress and bra, revealing
a . He eagerly reached out and touched them, his chaotic kneading shaping the breasts in his hands
. He felt his hands weren't big enough; no matter how he touched, some of the breasts would always squeeze out between his
fingers . Guo Xiuwen breathed softly, "Don't rush, Teacher will make you feel good soon."

She made Zhou Wenbing stand up straight, then reached out and grasped his already hard penis, stroking it up and down. She reached
behind his neck and pressed his head against her chest. While enjoying the beautiful teacher's skillful
caresses, Zhou Wenbing opened his mouth and took one of her nipples into his mouth. At this moment, Zhou Wenbing's left hand was kneading Guo Xiuwen's right
breast, while his mouth was frantically sucking and licking her left breast. His right hand reached behind her and forcefully kneaded her plump
buttocks. He felt that no matter how hard he tried to spread his fingers wide to knead them, his large buttocks
always bounced back from his grasp. He felt that the black lace panties covering half of her buttocks were in the way and
prepared to take them off. Guo Xiuwen, already panting and writhing from Zhou Wenbing's ministrations, stopped him: "No,
be good, Teacher will make you feel even better." She squatted down, cupping her large, soft breasts between her hands and
clamping Zhou Wenbing's erect penis, then began rubbing it up and down.

"Does it feel good?" Guo Xiuwen asked, her eyes glazed, as she performed the breastjob.

"Mmm, it feels good, Teacher, you're so good, your breasts are so soft,"

Zhou Wenbing said, starting to thrust his hips as well. He instinctively aimed
for , the pleasurable sensation of being enveloped making his soul seem to leap. After a few minutes
, a slightly tired Guo Xiuwen sensed Zhou Wenbing becoming increasingly excited. She persisted with the final movements, her hands clamping her breasts
faster and faster. Zhou Wenbing felt he had reached his climax, thrusting
faster and faster into that enchanting cleavage. With the last few thrusts, Zhou Wenbing, reaching the peak of pleasure, tensed his entire body, stood on tiptoe, and
ejaculated, his thighs trembling. The ejaculation gradually weakened until it stopped, and Guo Xiuwen finally released her hands and sat down on the floor.
Her large breasts were still covered in the young man's semen, seemingly about to fall, yet also clinging to her breasts as if reluctant to leave that
blissful place.

Zhou Wenbing excitedly leaned down and embraced Guo Xiuwen's head, giving her another passionate French kiss, mumbling
, "Teacher, it felt so good, you're so good, I love you." He released her mouth, looking at the flushed female
teacher "It's good that you're comfortable.
Clean yourself up, I need to take a shower." He chuckled, wiping his sticky, drooping penis clean, and
prepared to reach out and lift the upper-body, lewd female teacher in front of him. Guo Xiuwen stood up, holding onto the edge of the bed, and told him to quickly
put on his pants and go to the classroom for self-study; she would be there soon. Zhou Wenbing put on his pants and left.
He finally took off his sticky underwear to take a shower. When Guo Xiuwen entered the classroom, she saw
the students and, after confirming everyone was there, told them to work on their practice problems. Zhou Wenbing, having exhausted his energy, buried himself in his
review questions, and Guo Xiuwen felt gratified watching him.

The results of the first monthly exam after last year's National Day holiday were in. The senior year class division was based on
the final exam of the junior year. By that standard, Zhou Wenbing would have ranked 46th out of the 55 students in his current class
, but this time he ranked 35th, a significant improvement.
During , in a cheerful mood, he bought an extra serving of twice-cooked pork, happily carrying it to the classroom to eat before
continuing his studies. Guo Xiuwen stopped Zhou Wenbing when she saw him: "Zhou Wenbing, you're just eating? What's making you happy?"

"Teacher Guo, have you eaten yet? I did a little better on my exam this time than last time, so I'm a little
happy ."

"Hmm, I saw your grades, they've improved, but don't be arrogant. I'm going to eat too, you should go now."

During evening self-study, Guo Xiuwen called Zhou Wenbing, who was engrossed in doing his problems, to her office. At this moment, the whole school
was immersed in the atmosphere of evening self-study, and only the office between the teacher and student seemed empty and quiet. He was a little nervous,
wondering what mistake he had made to be called in for a private talk with the teacher, and he only dared to sit on half of his bottom in the chair.

Guo Xiuwen looked gently at the nervous Zhou Wenbing and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. I called you here to talk
about your grades. You did well on this exam. Keep it up, and you should see a significant improvement. However, your
English didn't improve much compared to last time; it was practically stagnant."

"Oh, I know, I know. I'll definitely try my best to improve my English."

"Hehe, that's a good attitude, but how can you improve? I teach English, so I should be able to think of
a way . Oh, by the way, let me get you a glass of water."

Zhou Wenbing, who was feeling nervous, had a dry, itchy throat and was just about to drink some water. Guo Xiuwen placed the water on the table and said, "I
've thought about it . You come from the countryside, and the teaching level in rural towns is definitely different from that in cities, so some things
can't be solved by you alone." As she spoke, Guo Xiuwen took out an MP3 player from her drawer. "This is what my
son used in junior high. Now he's in high school, so he doesn't need it anymore. I downloaded some targeted listening
materials. Take it and listen to it; it will help you develop your language sense and improve your listening comprehension, and also
deepen your understanding of vocabulary and grammar through auditory learning."

Zhou Wenbing was very touched and repeatedly thanked her. He usually studied until almost lights out after evening self-study, but
that night he went straight back to his dormitory after self-study, wanting to listen to these English materials as soon as possible.

While in the restroom, he saw several boys smoking and chatting. One boy said hurriedly, "Isn't it almost
time If we go too late, there won't be any computers left." They went to the internet cafe after self-study; no wonder he hadn't
seen them much before. At this moment, another boy sneered, "What's the rush? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. What do you mean
no machine? You just want to watch the new movies I downloaded."

"Hey, it's because you said that girl has a Guo Xiuwen vibe."

Hearing this, Zhou Wenbing tensed up, even stopping his urination for a second, then continued urinating
while listening intently to their next words.

"Hehe, how could I be wrong? But it's because Guo Xiuwen is attractive. If she were a dinosaur,
you probably wouldn't want to watch if I said an actress had a Guo Xiuwen vibe."

"That's right, look at Guo Xiuwen's figure, her breasts are perky, her butt is big and round, sometimes I get
hard just looking at her."

Zhou Wenbing had finished urinating by this point, but forgot to pull up his pants. He remembered when Guo Xiuwen poured him water
, she turned her back to him, bent down to get the water, and it did seem like her butt was indeed big and round, just like they said
. Sigh, how could he think like that? Teacher Guo is so good to him, how could he be like them? It wasn't until
the boys shouted, "Let's go watch some movies!" that he finally came out of the stall. As he walked towards the dormitory
, Zhou Wenbing wondered if the woman in the movie they watched really looked like Teacher Guo. He wondered what she would look like.

That night, he listened to English materials on his MP3 player until very late before finally falling asleep. The next
morning when the bell rang, he suddenly jumped out of bed, dressed without even washing his face, and rushed to the classroom.
He was usually the first to wake up, so his roommates hadn't noticed he was still sleeping when they went to class, and
no one woke him up.

The first two periods were English class. Guo Xiuwen stood on the podium, wearing a black and white dress, a fitted
style. Because she was leaning forward with her hands on the desk, her buttocks were slightly sticking out. Zhou Wenbing suddenly
remembered the boys' comments from the night before and stared blankly at Guo Xiuwen's round buttocks. It wasn't until she noticed
him and called him in that Zhou Wenbing reacted and quickly ran to his seat.

When class ended, Guo Xiuwen called him to the corridor and asked him why he was late. At this moment, Guo Xiuwen was very
careful her tone of voice; when a student made a mistake, she needed to show some seriousness as a teacher. She stood up straight
, her arms crossed. Zhou Wenbing noticed that because Guo Xiuwen's arms were crossed, her chest was squeezed even more.
He glanced at her and then quickly looked down. Looking down, he saw her legs under her skirt, which were of moderate thickness
and very straight. Because the weather was no longer so hot, she was still wearing stockings. He only realized what was happening when he suddenly woke up: "
Teacher Guo, I'm sorry, I listened to English late last night, so I'm late."

"It's good that you know how to work hard, but you need to rest at night. The pressure of studying in the senior year of high school is very high. I hope you
can listen in your spare time. Don't let your curiosity
affect your rest, understand?"

Later that night, while going to the bathroom, he overheard the boys smoking and talking lewdly: "The movie
last night was pretty good. How did you find it? It really does look a bit like Guo Xiuwen, but she was naked
. Do you think Guo Xiuwen would look like that if she were naked? Hehe." "You want to know? Then take her naked
and see . Haha." "Alright, alright, stop fantasizing. The weather is getting colder, she'll wear more and
more clothes, and you won't have anything to see. You'll still have to watch the movies I downloaded to satisfy your cravings."... That
night, Zhou Wenbing still went to bed late, but not because of listening to English. He couldn't sleep because he was thinking about Guo Xiuwen and
what the boys were saying. Not only that, but he also felt very uncomfortable with a constant hard and swollen sensation down there.
The next morning, he wasn't late again. It wasn't because anyone woke him, nor was it a natural awakening; rather, it was the damp,
sticky underwear that woke him up. After everyone else in the dorm had left, he quickly changed
his underwear. He didn't have time to wash the used underwear, so he put it in a plastic bag, wrapped it up, and hid it before rushing to
the classroom .

Just listening to the boys' lewd comments about Guo Xiuwen, just seeing how Guo Xiuwen was always
covered by her clothes, Zhou Wenbing felt his curiosity and patience had reached their limit. That night, having
heard enough of what the boys said, Zhou Wenbing went to an internet cafe after they left.
He, who usually hesitated even to order a two-yuan meat dish at the cafeteria, topped up a ten-yuan card in one go, then crept to a corner where the boys
were sitting, next to a computer. They were engrossed in a game, not even glancing at him.

More than an hour later, the agonizing Zhou Wenbing noticed the boy next to him pull a data
cable from his pocket and connect his phone to the computer case. He felt the real show was about to begin. Unfortunately, several other boys suddenly
surrounded him, and just as he was feeling disappointed, he could see the screen through a gap under one of the boys' armpits. At that moment,
several artistically styled words appeared on the screen: "Married Female Teacher Cumshot." He recognized the first few people, but didn't
understand what "cumshot" meant.

The female teacher on the screen did resemble Guo Xiuwen, appearing to be around forty years old,
possessing a
mature and elegant air like Guo Xiuwen, but her attire didn't seem as dignified. The female teacher in the video wore a white shirt, but several buttons were undone, revealing not only a black bra but also a deep cleavage.
Her skirt was incredibly short, seemingly revealing her underwear easily. He couldn't imagine what
Guo Xiuwen would look like dressed like that. Some of the later content was similar to what he had seen secretly played in internet cafes in town
, but it evoked a completely different feeling now. The female teacher in the film
, who looked like Guo Xiuwen, whether it was sticking out her tongue to kiss the young men,
sucking their erect penises with her head moving back and forth, or raising her big, round buttocks for the boys to violently thrust into from
behind … all of this gave him an unprecedented shock and imagination. Both films had similar
content, and he watched them secretly, his mind still sharp. Only after they returned to their seats to continue playing games did his mind
relax slightly, and he suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep in his seat.

Zhou Wenbing was awakened by a noisy commotion and laughter. He realized it was already daylight, and
the students in the internet cafe were preparing to return to school, hence the noise. The laughter came from several boys next to him. They looked at
him, and he realized that he had somehow slipped one hand into his pants. He felt extremely ashamed,
quickly got up, and left.

The exams at the end of October dealt Zhou Wenbing a heavy blow; he had plummeted from 35th place a month earlier to 52nd.
It was during evening self-study that Zhou Wenbing was called to Guo Xiuwen's office. This time, he clearly knew
the reason , and this time he was so terrified he didn't even dare to sit down. Guo Xiuwen sighed, "Tell me,
what happened with this exam?"

"I... I didn't do well."

"You know all that, tell me why."

Zhou Wenbing felt like his throat was being strangled; he couldn't say anything, but tears involuntarily streamed
down his face. Guo Xiuwen tore off some tissues and handed them to him. He found that the more he wiped, the more tears he shed, until he cried out loud.
His appearance softened Guo Xiuwen's heart, who had been preparing for a serious discussion about his grades. She stood up and placed a hand on
Zhou Wenbing's trembling shoulder. This small gesture made him tremble slightly, and he suddenly stopped crying.
He looked up at Guo Xiuwen's beautiful and gentle face, his gaze intense. Guo Xiuwen thought he would calm down,
but instead he turned and ran out of the office. She followed him to the door and saw him run into the classroom, so she didn't follow. This
child from a poor family must be very sensitive. If he hadn't worked hard, his grades wouldn't have improved in the last
monthly exam . Something must have affected him. Let's observe his condition further. There are some things
that children like this don't want to talk about. Back in his seat, Zhou Wenbing's emotions had calmed down, but his heart
was still churning . He took out his notebook and pen and wrote down his feelings with a heavy heart.

When Guo Xiuwen opened her dormitory door that morning, she found papers stuffed underneath. She picked them up and found several pages of a letter, with
her own name at the top. She looked around and saw no one, so it must have
been slipped . As she closed the door again, she roughly guessed who wrote the letter. Zhou Wenbing's signature was indeed on
the last page.

This was a letter that caused Guo Xiuwen's emotions to fluctuate wildly, making her expression change countless times. Zhou Wenbing didn't
write anything about his own feelings; instead, he simply described many of his experiences in a straightforward manner. He said his family
was poor; his mother stayed home to care for the elderly, and his father worked on a construction site in the county town. He said that Teacher Guo noticed
his poor English grades and had him listen to English MP3s to improve them. He said he initially heard
some boys talking about Teacher Guo in a lewd way, and later he went to an internet cafe and watched something. He said that day and
night, his mind was filled with certain things; sometimes Teacher Guo appeared in those boys' movies, and sometimes
he would think about those kinds of movies Teacher Guo acted in… Zhou Wenbing rambled on and on, finally
concluding that continuing his studies was a waste of time and his father's hard-earned money from the construction site, and that it was best to work to ease the family's
burden .

Guo Xiuwen held the letter in her hands, lost in thought. The child hadn't admitted his mistakes, hadn't expressed
his pain, shame, or anything like that; he had only described his experiences and preparations. That
MP3 was like a stone she had carelessly tossed into a pond; she had hoped to see ripples, but instead, it had stirred up a stench.
The peaceful life of this child, who usually stayed in the classroom studying until lights out after evening self-study, had
been shattered by his so-called efforts to improve his grades? Why wasn't he listening in the classroom? Why did he go back to the dormitory so early and run into
those hooligans, thus opening Pandora's box? Was it because he cherished the things the teacher gave him? These
connected or unconnected thoughts swirled and danced in her mind like feathers blown by the wind. Calming
down, regardless of whether it was her fault that the child acted this way, she first needed to
find him and have a serious talk. Perhaps heartfelt communication and advice from someone with experience could soothe his frightened emotions.

Zhou Wenbing wasn't in the dormitory; his earphones were dangling from his pillow, and he hadn't taken much with him.
She hurried past the classroom, saw Zhou Wenbing's seat was empty, went into the office, asked another teacher to cover her
last two morning English classes, and said she had an urgent matter to attend to.
She couldn't reveal too many details about the matter to anyone, neither for herself nor for Zhou Wenbing; she wanted to find the boy herself first.

Although anxious, Guo Xiuwen calmly considered the situation. Zhou Wenbing had said he was going to work to earn money; his
primary goal was likely to leave, and he was in a hurry to leave. Since he bought a train ticket, the wait would be long, so he
must have taken a bus. Guo Xiuwen searched the bus station for a long time, asking many people, and finally
saw Zhou Wenbing buying a ticket on the police station's surveillance footage. More than an hour had passed; he had probably already
boarded the bus and left. Walking through the bustling crowd at the bus station, Guo Xiuwen completely lacked her usual elegant
demeanor; her steps felt heavier than lead. The phone's ringtone, drowned out by the noise,
seemed louder than usual, as if trying to break free of the din to reach Guo Xiuwen. She answered the phone, spoke a few words, and then her brow relaxed.
Zhou Wenbing was stopped by security at the school gate. He had said he was late when he went in, but
leaving during class was not allowed.

Guo Xiuwen rushed back to the school and went straight to the security office. A dejected Zhou Wenbing was
startled awake by the rapid sound of high heels. He slowly looked up at Guo Xiuwen, whose eyes were slightly red. Unconsciously, his hand
loosened, and the MP3 player fell from his grasp. He lowered his head in shame, looking at the ground like a surrendered criminal.
Guo Xiuwen understood; he had been stopped by security because he wanted to retrieve his MP3 player. He was going to work but couldn't bear
to leave it behind.

It was almost time for school to end. Guo Xiuwen told the security guard and led Zhou Wenbing to a restaurant.
She and her colleagues often ate there; the environment was familiar. The two sat facing each other in a cubicle. Guo Xiuwen
ignored Zhou Wenbing, who was deep in thought, and ordered several dishes and a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). While waiting for the waiter
to bring the food, Zhou Wenbing remained silent and didn't look up. He hoped Guo Xiuwen would give him a good scolding.
During this time, she only said one sentence: "Children should mature, and they must mature a bit." He didn't know
what that sentence meant and was pondering it repeatedly when the food arrived.

Because of Guo Xiuwen's good looks and temperament, and her outstanding teaching ability in the circle, she often had opportunities to attend
social events in the education field and could drink some alcohol. She was confident that she
could handle this immature rural boy in front of her with ease. Moreover, because she had been in a state of mental confusion all morning,
she couldn't think of how to communicate or advise him about the embarrassing descriptions in Zhou Wenbing's letter. Perhaps, after drinking, he would be more talkative
and could say something. She opened the baijiu, took out two glasses, poured more than half a glass in each, and pushed them in
front of Zhou Wenbing. He didn't understand what his teacher meant. He had already offended such a good teacher, and she still wanted to take
him to eat and drink? Eating was a sign of her care for him; Teacher Guo was indeed generous, even
considering whether he was hungry in this situation. But why would Teacher Guo, who always had high standards for her students' behavior, offer him alcohol?

Guo Xiuwen reached out and took the chopsticks from Zhou Wenbing, removed the wrapper, and gently tapped the
bowl eat. During the five minutes of eating, Zhou Wenbing, who usually wolfed down his food to save time for studying, now ate
slowly and deliberately. These dishes, which he never dared to imagine eating, were now tasteless and numb to him. He kept
wondering how the female teacher, who knew about his fantasies about her body beneath her clothes, would deal with him. Across from him,
the female teacher, who was usually dignified and elegant during meals, kept stuffing food into her mouth and chewing heartily. She wanted to soothe
her emotions in this way, knowing that sitting opposite her was a young man who was obsessed with fantasizing about his body beneath his clothes
. He only looked up abruptly, calling out "Teacher Guo" with concern, after she choked on a bite of food. She took
a sip of water and noticed him looking at her; he realized she saw him looking at her, and they both lowered their heads slightly.
The mature and experienced teacher remained composed. She raised her glass and clinked it
against . He didn't dare to be careless and downed half his glass in one gulp. He choked, his eyes reddening and his tongue throbbing
. She handed him a tissue to wipe his throat. Neither of them said much until most of the bottle was finished.

Dizzy and disoriented, Zhou Wenbing and the blushing female teacher arrived at her dormitory. It was his first time there,
and the fragrant, feminine scent inside seemed to intoxicate him even more with the wine. Guo Xiuwen helped him sit on the sofa,
then poured two glasses of water and placed them on the small coffee table. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and pondered for a few seconds, then gave a self-deprecating laugh before finally
speaking: "Are you really just going to leave like this?"

He abruptly stood up, about to say something, when a wave
of nausea washed over him. He immediately covered his mouth, and Guo Xiuwen quickly led him to the bathroom. The pungent smell filled the small space with Zhou Wenbing's vomit. She
endured the unpleasant odor, supporting him and gently patting his back to make him feel more comfortable. A few minutes later,
Zhou Wenbing felt a little better, but his head was unbearably dizzy. He felt the world spinning and his limbs weak
until he leaned into the female teacher's arms. The softness seemed to reassure him somewhat. He didn't even have the strength to
hug her tightly, but let Guo Xiuwen drag his thin body to the bedside and put him down.

Guo Xiuwen was about to tidy up when he suddenly became strong, holding her tightly to prevent her from
getting up break free, saying softly, "Okay, you sleep for a bit, I'll go tidy up."
Zhou Wenbing, already disoriented, even found her breath smelled sweet, and he held her even tighter,
murmuring apologies. In this struggle, she lost her balance and fell onto the bed.
The tall, voluptuous teacher, worried that she might crush the small boy, struggled to roll over
and lie on her side, letting him hold her and bury his head in her chest. She was so tired, so tired today, so
tired . Her eyelids drooped, and she fell asleep in his arms.

Guo Xiuwen was awakened by a sudden movement. She opened her eyes groggily and found him holding her tightly,
his head rubbing against her chest. She felt something wet there; he was crying, sobbing. Guo Xiuwen
didn't disturb him. Suddenly, she felt a pang of heartache and hugged the poor child tightly, letting his sorrow linger in his sleep. He seemed
to cry even harder, his sobs turning into whimpers and then into moans, until he finally calmed down.
Not long after she arrived, Guo Xiuwen felt a cool sensation on her thigh. She released Zhou Wenbing and looked down,
the first thing she saw was his wet crotch. A sudden wave of shame and anger washed over her, and she abruptly released her
arms . This slightly violent movement gradually brought Zhou Wenbing to his senses. His female teacher, her face flushed
, was only a few centimeters away from him. He snapped back to reality, turned his back to Guo Xiuwen, sat on the edge of the bed, and lowered his head again. He
saw the wet patch on his crotch and felt the stickiness. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't
seem to utter a word.

Guo Xiuwen got off the other side of the bed and grabbed a plastic basin. "Take it off and wash yourself," she said, before going to
the small living room. She felt a dry cough, picked up a glass of water from the small coffee table, drank it all in one gulp, and leaned back on the sofa
to calm her agitated emotions. It took her a long time to realize how incredibly calm she had become. She went over and found the bathroom
door locked from the inside. She knocked twice and asked, "Are you done showering?" Zhou
Wenbing stammered, "I didn't change." Suddenly, Guo Xiuwen almost laughed. "Oh, I forgot about that.
Just wash the dirty parts. I'll put the hairdryer on the bed; you can dry them yourself with the hot air."

She leaned against the door, tilting her head as she spoke to him: "We haven't finished talking today. Are you really just going
to leave like this?"

Zhou Wenbing, who was washing his underwear, paused, then scrubbed it very vigorously. "Teacher,
I'm sorry , I was wrong."

"Is leaving the right thing to do?"

"I..."

"If, as the letter said, you know that your teacher is good to you, and that your teacher has expectations for your grades, are you
just going to throw all that kindness and expectation aside and leave like this?"

"I..."

"All your years of hard work in your studies are just wasted like this? Your father's hopes are just shattered like this? Sigh...
"

"Teacher, I... I'm not good, I'm not a good student!"

"Sigh, I'd rather you really were a bad student." Guo Xiuwen blushed, thinking, if you were a bad student,
how could you bear to leave such a mature woman who makes your heart flutter?

Zhou Wenbing discovered that his vigorous scrubbing of his underwear in his emotional turmoil had torn it, like a hole
in his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes again. Guo Xiuwen sighed again, telling him
to wash and dry it quickly, and that she would take him out for dinner later. He finished washing and came out of the bathroom. Guo Xiuwen was about to say something
, but the noise of the hairdryer made her unable to speak loudly, so she kept quiet.

Senior high school students work hard, and as their homeroom teacher, she felt the same way. Everyone was under
immense pressure preparing for the college entrance exam that would determine many people's futures. She went home once a week, and sometimes she
and her husband, who was a junior high school homeroom teacher, would only exchange a smile from afar before hurrying off to the classroom, the cafeteria
, the office, or the dormitory. This kind of life was like parched land without rain, where even weeds had no chance to grow.
Zhou Wenbing was like a torrential downpour, unable to revitalize the cracked earth, but bringing a chill. An unexpected incident in the monotony
of her life proved difficult even for Guo Xiuwen, a mature woman in her forties. If teaching was merely
about earning a salary, where did her honors and recognition come from? If this profession truly
demanded , wouldn't she dedicate herself even more to each student's future?

Zhou Wenbing and Guo Xiuwen had dinner and were then taken to the dormitory. The day had passed, and his agitated emotions seemed to have
calmed somewhat, but the weight on his heart remained. He wondered
what kind of punishment Teacher Guo would inflict on his sordid thoughts.

"What did you feel when you first came to the school to register?" Guo Xiuwen spoke first.

"It feels quite novel. The school is big and high-class. I want to study hard and get into a good university."

"How do you feel about the school now? Are you still curious or excited?"

"No, not really. I'm used to it. But when I think about studying in such a good school, I still need to get into a
good university."

"Yes, you're right. Some things, once you get used to them, they're nothing special. You were able to calm your curiosity about the school
environment and instead appreciate the school's goodness, and stay focused on your goals. Why
can't you be curious about other things?"

Zhou Wenbing already knew what Guo Xiuwen was talking about. When he was in junior high school in town, he had high
expectations for this school and worked hard for it. More importantly, he achieved his goal. But now, could he say that he
could calm his mind just because he had achieved his goal and gotten used to it? However, Guo Xiuwen had spoken his mind: "I
know you turned your curiosity into motivation because you have indeed achieved your junior high school goals at this school
." Then she led Zhou Wenbing to the inner bedroom and made him sit on the edge of the bed. She put her hands on his shoulders and made him
look up at her. Zhou Wenbing looked up and found his beautiful female teacher staring at him with a blush, but her gaze was
exceptionally firm. She parted her lips slightly and said, "Tell me, could you turn your current curiosity into motivation
to achieve your higher goals?" He was confused and dared not think about satisfying his curiosity, but his resolve regarding his life
goals strengthened once again. "Teacher, thank you for your concern. I will definitely get into a good university."

"I also hope that you can gradually take your current curiosity less seriously, and even use it as
motivation ." As

she spoke, she looked up at the wall, gently closed her eyes, and began to unbutton her shirt.
The school was quiet during evening self-study. Zhou Wenbing, stunned, could hear
the sound of his mature and beautiful female teacher unbuttoning her shirt. His mind was blank, and the soft sound resonated deeply within him. Guo Xiuwen took off her shirt and threw it on the bed. At that moment, Zhou Wenbing heard the sound of a zipper, and then the skirt in front of him fell
like a curtain on a stage . But this was not the end of the show; it was the beginning.
Two fair, shapely thighs were right before his eyes, and
his mouth went dry as he swallowed hard.

Zhou Wenbing, unwilling yet unable to resist, raised his head to greedily admire the sexy, mature body before him, sitting stiffly
like a statue. Guo Xiuwen still had her eyes closed. Married for over ten years, with a child in high school,
she felt the same trepidation as on her wedding night, naked before her husband for the first time. She wasn't hoping
for the pleasure she felt then, but rather for her child's acceptance letter to a prestigious university to arrive as smoothly as the child
itself . She said, her voice trembling slightly, "I hope you get used to it, stop overthinking, and can focus on your studies."
"Shu, you're not a child anymore. You know your responsibilities. Don't disappoint those who care about you."

He was struck by Teacher Guo's words and deeply moved by her actions. He knew
why , and he lost control again, reaching out to hug Guo Xiuwen, burying his head in her soft belly, and beginning
to sob. She felt his tears flowing down her stomach, gently stroking his hair, hoping he could truly
calm down and realize where he should focus his energy. She pushed his head away,
perhaps to ease herself, and firmly said again, "See? See enough, then study hard!"

This was just the beginning. Afterwards, every monthly exam felt like a pre-arranged event; his progress always brought more attention or rewards from
the beautiful teacher. Whether this risky step was a reasonable form of encouragement
or a gamble, she didn't want to delve too deeply. Zhou Wenbing's continued academic improvement was already
the greatest constant desire to satisfy his curiosity, but then she thought that everyone, no matter
how old, is like a child—never satisfied with good things. When she realized that using her hands, mouth, and her ample breasts had
no longer fully satisfied the boy's curiosity, she finally offered an even greater reward: admission to a top university.
Perhaps by then the boy would have already achieved his goal and wouldn't need any further reward, but she felt
as if she owed him a coming-of-age ceremony, a ceremony she felt was inevitable.

The bell rang for evening self-study, and Guo Xiuwen, watching the thin boy still engrossed in his calculations,
left the classroom with a sense of satisfaction.

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