Teacher's Pen 0104

Chapter 1: Tutoring
"Yes, move slowly," a woman's soft, seductive voice said.
"Don't use so much force. Slower," the owner of the voice whispered, her warm body pressed against the boy's
. The boy's body stiffened even more.
"Don't do that, watch." As if in a hurry, the woman pressed close to the sitting boy's body and grasped
his right hand.
"Understand? Write gently like this." As if understanding the instruction, the boy silently continued practicing
. The afterglow of the setting sun cast distorted shadows in the empty classroom as usual.
"Do as the teacher says, understand?" The boy nodded almost imperceptibly. The woman's soft,
long, black hair brushed against the boy's cheek from behind, but the boy remained unmoved, as if he hadn't noticed. From his shoulder to
his back to his right wrist, he felt only the warmth of Teacher Shen Lingyi's body. Smelling the fragrance of the hair caressing his cheek,
Zi Liang's heart pounded like a deer's, and his gaze fell upon the calligraphy practice book. Unconsciously, Shen Lingyi's left hand rested on the boy's abdomen,
caressing him as if hugging him from behind.
"Isn't this better?" Her lips almost touched the boy's cheek. Like a puppet, the boy
's right hand was held by Shen Lingyi's right hand, repeatedly practicing calligraphy on the rice paper.
"Alright, that's enough for today." With these words, the boy was released from his puppet-like state.
The practice rice paper was scattered around the table.
"Ziliang, when you write, use a lighter touch." The teacher's advice still echoed in his mind as the boy set off on
his way home. To the naive boy, Shen Lingyi was merely his calligraphy teacher. Today's behavior
only made him feel strange; it was far from reaching the point of him yearning for a girl. When he got home, his mother, Lin Yueru
, and his father, Song Yaowen, who had already returned from work, greeted him.
"Ziliang came home so late, Mom was so worried,"
the father said sympathetically. "He's probably practicing calligraphy again. Tell the teacher not to rush
him , he's still so young."
The mother glared at the father, then urged, "Stop talking, dinner's ready, Ziliang must
be starving ." Ziliang followed his parents into the house and placed his calligraphy supplies on the table. Yue Ru watched all this
, lost in memories.
Chapter Two: Shen Lingyi's Ambition
The calligraphy class Ziliang attended was located in a luxurious villa. The entire villa belonged to his teacher, Shen Lingyi.
As a single woman under thirty, how could she run such a luxurious calligraphy class? The reason was that Shen Lingyi's
father was Shen Bi, a renowned figure in the calligraphy world. Parents flocked to her class. Shen Lingyi's class only taught young children. Elementary
school students made up the majority. Middle school students and above were assigned to other classes. As for the reason…
"Ziliang, do you want to stay for tutoring today?" Shen Lingyi whispered in the boy's ear. Zi Liang
nodded , and a strange light flashed in Shen Lingyi's eyes as she witnessed this. Her gaze lingered on the boy's flushed earlobes,
and she licked her lips, like a cat eyeing its prey. Indeed, the boy was Shen Lingyi's prey. To Shen Lingyi,
the entire classroom was her hunting ground.
Shen Lingyi left Zi Liang and walked to the back of the classroom. The children were all sitting at their desks, diligently practicing their calligraphy.
Watching the little ones' white, tender legs curled up under the desks; their tiny bottoms; their efforts
to sit , gave Shen Lingyi immense satisfaction of her sadistic desires.
"You write so well," Shen Lingyi praised the child in front of her. Then, she gently placed her hand on his back, explaining the techniques
in detail . Although her favorite was Zi Liang, Shen Lingyi also had a deep
interest in the boy before her.
After class, the children left the classroom one after another, and Zi Liang, as expected, stayed behind. Shen Lingyi
untangled her hair. With his hair down, his features, from his eyebrows to his temples, became blurred, giving him a
gentle appearance.
"How's your practice, Ziliang?" Shen Lingyi said
, looking up at the boy's forehead. She stared at the table while inhaling the scent of his hair.
"This is not bad," Shen Lingyi praised, pointing to a spot. Gently stroking the boy's forehead, Shen
Lingyi leaned against his back with affection.
"Here, you're using too much force again." Shen Lingyi grasped the boy's right hand.
"I told you to control the pressure of your pen." Her left hand rested on the boy's trousers,
drawing circles through the fabric. Her breath scattered the brown wisps of hair on the boy's forehead. She pressed her chest even more firmly against
the boy's back. Feeling the boy's rapid heartbeat against her chest, Shen Lingyi knew he was very
nervous.
"Ziliang..." she whispered, her lips almost touching the boy's ear. Seeing the boy's shoulder
twitch as if stung by a bee, Shen Lingyi grinned mischievously and reached her left hand towards the boy's crotch.
"When you finish here, lift it up." While guiding the boy with her right hand, Shen Lingyi
slowly . Just then...
Huh, this kid looks like he's about to jump out of his chest after running at full speed.
This kid, this kid...! Shen Lingyi looked at Ziliang's expression, and although she couldn't see any change,
she knew exactly what was going on.
This kid had already ejaculated! Shen Lingyi's hand gripped the boy's erection tightly through his pants. She was secretly
thrilled . But she calmly said, "Okay, now tidy up your things."
Lin Yueru, Ziliang's mother, was more happy than worried about being kept behind for individual tutoring by the teacher. First, she was proud that her
child had been recognized by the teacher. Moreover, Ziliang seemed somewhat withdrawn at home, which Yueru had noticed and made her a little anxious. More interaction with people reassured her. Second, she was happy
that her child had chosen calligraphy, which he liked .
In fact, it was Yue Ru's decision to enroll Zi Liang in calligraphy classes. Yue Ru herself was a sixth-dan calligrapher, and she
believed that learning calligraphy helped cultivate one's character.
"If this continues, our son might become a calligrapher in the future," Yue Ru joked to her husband.
"You're overthinking it; it's just an interest class," her husband replied calmly. Actually, her husband,
Song Yaowen , didn't want their son to attend calligraphy classes. Originally, he thought their son was still young and that they should take Zi Liang to
the park for a walk on weekends. But his wife insisted, so he had no choice but to go along with it. Despite her husband's lack of support, Yue Ru
was always happy to see her son practicing calligraphy. Perhaps this is a common problem among parents who project their unfulfilled dreams
onto . Today, after work, Yue Ru took some time to pick up her son from the calligraphy class.
In the classroom, where there were only two of them, Zi Liang was receiving guidance from his teacher, Shen Lingyi. As usual, he was enjoying the...
The feeling of ejaculation. Actually, Ziliang didn't understand the meaning of ejaculation from his teacher. To him, it was just
a conditioned reflex from being pleasured by the teacher. At first, Ziliang didn't find this abnormality
unbelievable . Because of the teacher's close contact, he felt extremely tense, and in that state of extreme tension, he
had no mind to feel the sensation of ejaculation. In addition, the boy's development was incomplete, so
there was almost no wetness in his underwear after ejaculation. However, after repeated stimulation, Ziliang's body grew rapidly. He could no longer be compared to
a normal child. No one understood this better than Shen Lingyi.
"Ziliang, do you want to go to the bathroom?" Shen Lingyi asked after the tutoring session. The boy looked at Shen
Lingyi with confusion. Shen Lingyi instantly understood and pointed to the boy's crotch.
"Look here, Ziliang, didn't you feel like you wet your pants?" The boy panicked and stood up abruptly. But he used
too much force and fell forward.
"Are you alright, Ziliang?" Shen Lingyi ran over and supported the boy's upper body. "Let the teacher take a look."
As she spoke, she placed her right hand on the boy's crotch. The boy was blushing, his waist shifting backward, his hands
trying to stop the teacher from getting closer, but he couldn't escape Shen Lingyi's approach.
"It's wet. Feel it with your hand." Ziliang's hand was grabbed by the teacher and placed on his crotch, but he couldn't
tell if it was wet or not. Glancing at Ziliang, Shen Lingyi quickly pulled down the boy's pants.
"You'll get scolded when you get home if you wet your pants," Ziliang was thinking about what to say in rebuttal when Shen Lingyi continued
to threaten, "You'll get scolded if you make a mess of the classroom." The boy's face was filled with unease and shyness.
"See, it's wet." Shen Lingyi unfolded the boy's white underwear, and sure enough, there was a wet spot
with a small amount of liquid on it. From then on, Shen Lingyi labeled Ziliang a bad boy, making the boy
always feel guilty when facing the teacher. However, the male's natural curiosity about sex overwhelmed his guilt,
and continued to receive extra tutoring from his teacher. He endured the humiliation while allowing the teacher
to manipulate him; this became a secret between the two of them. And this behavior became increasingly frequent. Today, Ziliang, again needing
to urinate, took off his trousers and underwear and lay face down on the table, letting the teacher do as he pleased. He was unaware that his mother had taken the time to visit him.
Yueru walked along, thinking
(it's surprising how enthusiastic Teacher Shen is).
In Yueru's eyes, Shen Lingyi's first impression was that of an ice queen. Decisive and ruthless,
saying she was devoid of human warmth might be an exaggeration, but from her appearance, it was impossible to imagine that she would enjoy being with
children . During their first meeting, Shen Lingyi had a completely businesslike and indifferent attitude, without any
extra expression. Yueru thought that if Shen Lingyi were more gentle, she would definitely be more likable. Because of
this impression, she was surprised by the closeness Shen Lingyi showed when she first met her child. "Your
child has quite a talent for calligraphy." Yue Ru was delighted by Shen Lingyi's praise. She
surveyed the classroom. The gray walls lacked the vibrant colors children usually prefer,
reflecting Shen Lingyi's aloof personality.
Yue Ru walked straight down the corridor from the main entrance, turning right to find the first room was the reception room. That was where Shen Lingyi handled official business
. Registration for enrollment was done there. Her son was probably receiving tutoring now, Yue Ru
guessed.
3-4-1
Shen Lingyi was in a state of excitement. She buried her nose in the boy's hair, her left hand playing with
the bulge between his legs, immersed in the pleasure of discipline. In Shen Lingyi's eyes, her time with Ziliang
wasn't tutoring but a wicked rendezvous. From the first time she saw Ziliang, Shen Lingyi had decided it was their destined encounter.
While her right hand guided Ziliang above the Xuan paper, her left hand was intensely playing with the boy's
penis . The boy's penis was small and white, but very erect. The tip was a pale pink, and clear fluid oozed from the tiny urethral
opening . It was so cute. The small, white penis, just like Ziliang's
first impression of Shen Lingyi, appeared delicate and refined. Having repeatedly wet his pants due to pleasure, Ziliang didn't resist as his
pants were pulled down. Ziliang was a quiet child. Most of the time, he just watched Shen Lingyi's play.
When he encountered something he didn't understand, he would only look at the teacher with confused eyes, hoping for an answer.
Shen
Lingyi buried her face in Ziliang's hair. The boy's slightly milky scent filled her nostrils.
Satisfied, she licked the boy's wet crotch; the semen was incredibly little, yet it possessed a youthful
innocence . Shen Lingyi stopped licking and instead gently wiped the boy's testicles with a towel, her heart
filled with satisfaction. For ordinary people, especially a single woman, it was almost impossible to see a boy's private parts,
let alone the genitals of a boy in heat. Shen Lingyi's initial intention in opening this calligraphy class was for this purpose.
However, she searched for a long time but couldn't find a satisfactory target. Furthermore, she
couldn't be overly explicit in front of the children, which caused her considerable distress. Then Ziliang appeared. Bringed by his mother,
Ziliang displayed excellent upbringing, unlike other mischievous children, appearing clever and sensible.
Coupled with his naturally brown hair and fair skin, he resembled a delicate porcelain doll… exactly Shen
Lingyi's type. So much so that seeing Ziliang felt like a fateful encounter. She then tried tutoring him
individually , further confirming her judgment. As her relationship with the boy grew closer,
shameful things gradually increased. Even now, even in broad daylight, she openly takes the boy
's penis and plays with it.

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