[Semen Spots] (4.3-4.4) Author: Jianming (The Immortal Rabbit)

Author: Jianming (Immortal Rabbit)
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(4.3)

Jianwai Soho Starbucks. To prevent her from immediately understanding my thoughts, I specially wore
sunglasses . Zhou Jiayi sat opposite me. I raised my hand, about to bite my nails, but then thought about it and put it down. This is
a bad habit I developed in childhood. Zhou Jiayi had told me that it is a person's expression of anticipation for things, including leg shaking. I
subconsciously glanced at my leg and stopped shaking.

"Are you angry with me?" Zhou Jiayi tilted her head and looked at me, as if it wasn't that serious.

I smiled, shook my head, and didn't say anything.

"Okay, don't be angry. I went to New York from Boston and brought you a gift." As she spoke, she
took out a box from under her and gave it to me. I took the box, said thank you, and then looked at her.

"Oh dear, you're making me nervous." Zhou Jiayi said coquettishly. I could hear that her Mandarin
was mixed with some Hong Kong accent. I guessed that she was speaking Cantonese in New York. She seemed to suddenly remember
something , tugged at the silk scarf in front of her chest, and said, "Wow, it's so pretty! I saw it at McCoy's too,
I didn't expect to see it in the office right after I got back to China, thank you."

I just smiled and didn't say anything. Zhou Jiayi sighed, turned her head to the other side to look at me, and said,
"If you keep doing this, I'm leaving." I made a gesture of "please do as you please," and she was indeed a little angry, clicking
her tongue . I figured I'd teased her enough, so I took off my sunglasses and looked at her, saying, "First of all, I don't
mean . Besides phone calls and WeChat, we have so many other ways to communicate. You haven't
contacted me at all. If I hadn't checked your flight information, I wouldn't even know if you'd arrived safely in the US. Secondly,
so many days—Christmas, New Year's Day—and you haven't said a word. Are you trying to make me think you don't care about
me at all? Or are you just telling me to give up on you and never bother you again? Can you feel the
tone of my words? Damn, I sound like a bitter woman right now!" I rattled off for ages,
even finding it a bit unbelievable myself. I took a sip of coffee, not wanting to say anything more.

"See, you're still angry." Zhou Jiayi reached out and took my hand, saying, "Okay, don't be
angry. I did have a little trouble, but it's all resolved now. I didn't want you to worry too much."
I looked into Zhou Jiayi's eyes. I believed she wasn't lying, but if I pressed her further, she definitely wouldn't
tell me the truth. So I pretended to be very confident and said, "I'll write this down in my little black book."
Zhou Jiayi flicked my nose and said, "Okay, okay, don't be childish. I'll buy you another
little black ." Then she pointed to the box and said, "Open it and see, it's a surprise!"

I opened the box, and sure enough, it was a Newware New York Metropolitan Commemorative Edition flat-brimmed hat. I put on the hat, and
Zhou Jiayi laughed and pulled me, saying that wearing a baseball cap with a suit was inappropriate. I said it was fine, that people
wear suits with . Amidst the playful banter, we both asked the same question at the same time: "Do you have anything else to do this afternoon?"

Then we smiled at each other.

On the way from Guomao to Liangmaqiao, Zhou Jiayi sat in the passenger seat and just looked at me,
unbuttoning her shirt. It was as if she had known we would mess around that day; she was wearing a non-underwire lace bra,
her C-cup breasts filling the bra completely. I felt a little distracted, my palms were sweating, and I almost bumped into a taxi on
the Third Ring Road .

Changfugong Hotel, our brothel. It was a Monday, so our relationship was master-slave. As soon as we entered,
I blindfolded her with the Prada scarf and tied her hands behind her back with the hotel bathrobe belt. Although
it had only been less than a month since we last met, touching her body again still aroused me as much as the first time.
I pressed her against the window, the sunlight shining on her bare shoulders, her snow-white skin reflecting a dazzling light,
making me dizzy like the snow outside the window. My fingers traced her stockings, touching her vulva, and Zhou
Jiayi let out a pleasurable moan, leaning in to kiss me. I slapped her; it had been a long time since
we played master-slave, and this time I hit her a little too hard. I couldn't see her eyes, but I could feel
the mixture .

"Li Tong said I like to have sex with you in front of everyone because I'm afraid of losing you,
is that true?" There was no pity in my tone, although it was an act, perhaps revealing that I
was truly afraid of losing them. Zhou Jiayi, panting slightly, said, "Didn't you ask her if she also likes being fucked by you in
front of everyone ?"

"What do you mean?"

"Possession, you're afraid of losing her, and she's afraid of losing you."

"I'm talking about you now."

"All I want is your cock, your feelings have nothing to do with me."

Before she finished speaking, I slapped her buttocks, feeling her gasp.
I felt a strong sense of distortion, even a hint of anger, something I'd never felt before.
Looking at Zhou Jiayi's face, the familiar, refined young woman I remembered now seemed strangely
unfamiliar . I felt my anger swelling, and I unbuckled my belt. This wasn't a good
sign, and I tried desperately to stop myself. But my hands continued, unbuckling the belt and folding it in half. My
only rational thought was not to strike Zhou Jiayi's left buttock with full force. Zhou Jiayi screamed, almost
kneeling down in front of the French windows. I thought she would call out our safety word, but she didn't. She was breathing rapidly,
leaning against the window again, her buttocks sticking up. I felt my anger rising even higher, and I lashed her
right hip with the belt again. Images flashed through my mind: how we met, how we made love passionately yet lovingly in this hotel
, my countless orgasms, her countless orgasms, her incoherent cries during those orgasms
: she begged me to curse her, hit her, or hold her tightly, begged me to choke her and stop her from
breathing. But the truth was, she had never asked me to say "I love you,"
not .

The intense humiliation and anger blurred my vision. I had already slapped her more than ten times, each
lash harder than the last. I heard her cries starting to sound like sobs, and my breathing became erratic.
I stopped and tossed the belt aside. Then I turned her face towards me; her lips were pale and trembling,
a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead. I tried to catch my breath and kissed her lips. This
time my kiss was gentle; her tongue was a little cool, and the familiar sweetness of her breath made me start to think
that she was still Zhou Jiayi. There was a red mark on her shoulder; when my fingers touched it, she trembled.

"Does it hurt?" I asked her. Zhou Jiayi nodded somewhat absentmindedly, the provocation gone.
I gently stroked the red mark and continued, "Li Tong and I don't have many things we can't talk about, nor
many things we want to say. This is different from you. I want to tell you everything. I have an
image , the image of a woman so pure and innocent. And a woman's appearance at any time is not as
beautiful as when she is wanton. Your wantonness is the most beautiful wantonness I have ever seen." I pressed her shoulders down and licked the red mark on her back with
my tongue . From her trembling body, I could feel that she was a little scared, but more than that, she was
expectant. "So, Dr. Zhou, I used all my feelings to train you. You should be grateful
and remember every time I hit you and how painful it was."

I turned her over so that her back was to the window, untied the belt of the bathrobe that was binding her hands, and
hung it on the hotel curtain rod. I stuffed a crumpled towel into her mouth. I then dragged a chair over and sat down in front of her,
looking at Zhou Jiayi in black sexy lingerie, her arms raised high, sobbing slightly. I
unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and started masturbating while continuing, "One day, Li Tong asked me—
the day you went to Portland—how many women, besides her, had carefully examined my penis? I said
three , and only you after her. Sometimes I get curious, what do you see in this cock? But
the curiosity quickly disappears, just like I can't see anything in your pussy, but I still habitually
look down at your pussy when I orgasm." As I spoke, I carefully examined my penis. It wasn't very big, and
there was a birthmark on the foreskin. Li Tong's previous girlfriend said I was obsessed with pussy; she wasn't very sexually active,
so our sex life wasn't nearly as exciting as with Li Tong, let alone Zhou Jiayi. I continued, "And then,
you know what? She found the underwear I brought back. That night, in the study,
she was wearing your underwear, blindfolded me, and made me imagine the two of you servicing me. My mind was
almost entirely focused on you, not her. Only when I thought like that could I temporarily avoid the image of her
having sex . So, Dr. Zhou, Zhou Jiayi, Zhou Zhou, my lewd Dr. Zhou, you should know that
when you talk to me in the future, you should imagine that I am a patient." When I mentioned "patient," Zhou Jiayi
let out a soft gasp, her body visibly swaying. I smiled and continued, "Yes, that's the feeling you
like , messing around with your patient. You like the lewd and wanton version of yourself that I remember.
The more pathetic you are in front of me, the less you hate yourself."

I lit a cigarette to ease the urge to ejaculate and reached over to pull down her underwear. Zhou Jiayi
's mouth was stuffed with a handkerchief, and she could only make muffled "mmm" sounds. I moved the chair closer and noticed an unusual wet patch where her
panties covered her vulva. I slowly pulled down her panties. Zhou Jiayi's
legs trembled, and I saw a shiny silver plastic string between her labia. Tsk tsk tsk, my beautiful
Dr. Zhou Jiayi, her vagina was filled with a vibrating egg. I chuckled in realization and stepped back
, looking at Zhou Jiayi before me, her body contorted, her panties pulled down to her knees, her breasts trembling with her body
. Honestly, there was no more beautiful sight than this, so beautiful that even my penis felt a little weak.
I removed the handkerchief from her mouth. Zhou Jiayi's lips trembled, and she took several deep breaths.

"When did you put it in?" I tugged at the plastic string of the vibrating egg; it was completely
soaked .

"In the car," Zhou Jiayi said, her voice trembling with tears.

"You know what? Sometimes I just want to quietly look at your pussy, watch it
change under your lust, and all this hair," I stroked her pubic hair, the area near her vulva was a little wet. Suddenly,
a new idea popped into my head: "Ah, I've thought of a new way to play." So I got up and went to the bathroom to get my shaving
tools.

"Jianming? Where are you going?" Zhou Jiayi called out. I ignored her, found the razor
and shaving cream in the bathroom, squatted down again, carefully thinking about where to start. Zhou Jiayi's eyes were covered, she
didn't know what I was doing, and she swayed nervously. I held her waist and said, "Don't move."

"What are you doing?" Zhou Jiayi asked. I ignored her, my mischievous side resurfacing. I grabbed
one of her pubic hairs and pulled it out sharply. Zhou Jiayi screamed, "What are you doing? Untie me!"
I steadied her waist, leaned close to her vulva and smelled it, a mixture of laundry detergent and disinfectant. My heavy breathing
made her realize I was approaching her genitals, and she nervously pulled back. My face was buried in her mons pubis,
soft pubic hair brushing against my face, the vibrating egg still inside her vagina. I remembered our first
time ; I felt the same way then, those pubic hairs like new grass sprouting in spring, soft and
vibrant.

"I love these pubic hairs," I said, giving her mons pubis one last kiss before applying shaving cream
. Zhou Jiayi already knew what I was about to do and struggled to break free. I untied
the headband , tied it behind her back to the handle of the bay window, and then stuffed the towel back into her mouth, saying sternly,
"If you move again, I'll cut your pretty little cunt and that's it." Sure enough, Zhou Jiayi stopped wriggling.
I slowly applied the entire bottle of shaving cream to her genitals and began to shave. The blade touched her
genitals , and Zhou Jiayi's lower abdomen trembled, letting out a muffled whimper, her legs trembling and closing together. She
had an orgasm.

"Hmm, very good, just as sensitive as the first time." I spread her legs again, applied the shaving
cream, and began the second shave. Zhou Jiayi, exhausted after her orgasm, slumped against the bay window, her eyes covered by a silk scarf;
I had no idea what she was feeling. When I reached the pubic hair on her labia majora, I saw the vibrator was already partially
exposed . I inserted my finger, and Zhou Jiayi shuddered; I almost cut her leg. Luckily, her…
There wasn't much pubic hair, and the whole process was over in less than 10 minutes. I wiped off the remaining
shaving
cream from her genitals and stood back to admire the sight before me: my beautiful Dr. Zhou Jiayi, her eyes blindfolded with a silk scarf, her mouth stuffed with a handkerchief, her hands tied behind her back to the bay window handle, her legs spread wide, her genitals smooth and flawless, like an undeveloped
girl.

I untied her hands, held them up to look at them; her newly done nails, a pale pinkish-purple, were very pretty.
I kissed her index and middle fingers, circling her fingertips with my tongue, and after wetting them with some saliva, I slowly
guided her hand to her mons pubis. As soon as her fingers touched her smooth skin, Zhou Jiayi
gasped . I licked upwards along her labia, my tongue feeling the vibration of the vibrating egg inside. When I licked her clitoris, Zhou
Jiayi trembled again. I placed her hand on her clitoris and then ordered her to start masturbating.

I sat back down and continued masturbating, watching Zhou Jiayi rub her clitoris with her fingers,
moaning softly. Slowly, her vagina began to secrete more and more fluid, and her movements
became faster and faster. Finally, with the release of urine during her orgasm, she spat out the handkerchief from her mouth,
crying, "I'm done." Then she collapsed onto the bay window, the orgasm still raging, urine and vaginal fluid gushing out in gushes
. The vibrator slowly slid out of her vagina and fell to the floor.

It was quiet all around. For a while, watching Zhou Jiayi continue masturbating while she lay there, that short time
felt like years. Zhou Jiayi slowly removed the handkerchief from her face and saw me half-reclined
on the chair, watching her masturbate. She had no expression, just watching, her eyes filled with a tenderness unique to her
after . My breathing became rapid. I thought she would come over and give me oral sex, but she
didn't. She remained lying on the bay window, watching me. I ejaculated, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. She
licked her lips, climbed down from the bay window, knelt in front of me, and swallowed my entire penis,
sucking it vigorously.

"Was it fun?" She spat the remaining semen in her mouth onto her hand, showed it to me, and then asked
me.

I smiled, tilted my head back, and saw an upside-down world on the other side of my vision.

(4.4) About ten minutes had passed

since Zhou Jiayi had forcibly made my penis hard, and we had another half-hour
of sex. Our breathing had calmed down, and I lay on Zhou Jiayi's lower abdomen while she
stroked my hair. Since the curtains weren't drawn, the light from outside streamed in, and we were both a little drowsy.

"Jianming, do you think she really forgave you?" she asked.

"Huh? Who?" I was thinking about whether to draw the curtains, so when Zhou Jiayi asked me, I
was distracted, but I quickly snapped back to reality. "Ah, actually, I don't know either."

"I didn't want to contact you again," Zhou Jiayi said, playing with my ear, "but like you
said, I like the lewd version of myself that you remember, and I can't start a new relationship."

"I know. Before, I always thought I didn't care much about life outside of sex. All I needed
was for us to enjoy each other's bodies during those few hours of sex."

"Will she understand that?"

"I don't know. Sometimes when I think about it carefully, I feel that from beginning to end, she actually held all
the clues and the initiative. No matter what I did, even if it was just a thought in my mind, she would use
her own way to make everything disappear. I think she's pretty amazing." I looked at Zhou Jiayi's smooth vulva and
spoke slowly, actually thinking about what it would be like if I shaved Li Tong's pubic hair.

"I'm a little sleepy, do you want to take a nap?" Zhou Jiayi said.

"Um, are you sure you're alright this afternoon?" I asked. She touched my face but didn't speak. But
that gesture—just touching my face—stirred up a feeling I'd kept buried for a long, long time
. I instantly snapped awake, but I still couldn't remember what that feeling was. It might have been a
person, or an event, but I couldn't recall anything at all. I glanced back at Zhou Jiayi. Her
eyes were slightly closed. Seeing me looking at her, she smiled and touched my face again.

Now it was clear: my middle school English teacher—Mrs. Zhang.

I lay back down, but I didn't want to sleep anymore. The feeling of Zhou Jiayi touching my cheek still lingered on my face
. I got up and lit a cigarette. After smoking half of it, I asked, "I think I need to tell you something." Zhou
Jiayi, somewhat puzzled, half-sat up, patted my head, and asked what was wrong. I turned to look at her and
said seriously, "I just remembered someone, my English teacher from junior high." Hearing it was my English teacher, Zhou Jiayi
smiled, then lay back down, snuggling comfortably against the pillow, and pulled me down to lie down too. "Go ahead."

"Back then, my dad's job changed, and I transferred from another school to that school at the beginning of the second semester of junior high. Schools were different
back then ," I took a drag of my cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and slowly said:
"Back then, school was more like a jungle. A new species had invaded, and unless you were at the top of the food chain
and could turn the jungle upside down, you could only adapt. I wasn't at the top of the food chain
; I looked honest, so for the first half of the semester, I was bullied by other students. It wasn't until the second year of junior high that
I slowly began to adapt to this jungle. At that time, my English teacher was also transferred from another school
. Like me, she also had to go through an adaptation process,"

"Her surname was Zhang, and when she introduced herself, she called herself Mrs. Zhang. That's how we found out she was married.
We heard her husband worked on the railway and could only come home a few times a year. Once, he went home and drank
too much with his friends, drove drunk, and his car plunged into a river and drowned. Apparently, the organization took her widowhood into account and
transferred her from a less remote school to our school. When she first arrived, we were all gossiping and joking
about which male teacher would sleep with her first. But she always had a cold, aloof expression. Have you seen '
Malèna '? Like Monica Bellucci. I think all the boys and male
teachers in the school were thinking about her, whether they were asleep or awake.

At the time, I was quite close to another boy in our compound. He was from out of town, a few years older than me. When I was in the second
year of junior high, he was in the first year of senior high, in our senior high school. This boy looked like me, quiet and studious."
His grades were good; he was one of the top students in his grade, receiving special attention and support. Just before my second year of junior high winter break
, news suddenly spread that he had been disciplined by the school for theft. I was puzzled; his family wasn't
short of money , and based on my understanding of his character, he wouldn't have done such a thing. Later, I heard from the third-year junior high school that he
hadn't stolen anything else but Ms. Zhang's underwear. The police went to his house and found
dozens of , all of them Ms. Zhang's. This shocked the entire school, and he received a
major demerit. Not long after, a few days before that year's winter break, I heard he had transferred schools. During the winter break, I visited his family
for the New Year and saw him again. I was almost shocked; he looked several years older, his eyes were cloudy, and his speech
was slurred. He was smoking on their balcony. He didn't have a lighter, so I gave
him one I had just bought. He told me his family had found him a school in his hometown of Nanjing, but he didn't want to go. I
only . Several times I wanted to go inside, but he kept saying, "Just one more, just one more," so I stayed
with him until he finished that pack of Zhongnanhai cigarettes. During that time, I wanted to ask him several times what had happened,
but seeing him like that, I didn't dare to speak. He walked me downstairs, and I noticed his eyes were unfocused and his lips
were a little purple. I asked if he was alright, and he said he was fine, just had smoked too much.

I never saw him again that winter break. A week after school started, I heard from my mother that he had committed suicide
, hanging himself in the living room of his old home in Nanjing, facing north. When the police came in, they found a set of
women's and toilet paper all over the floor. "I sighed, glanced at Zhou Jiayi, she was fully conscious
, staring at me with wide eyes, and handed me a bottle of water. I didn't drink it, lit another cigarette, and continued: "This
news was only known to a few of us who usually hung out together; the school didn't know. But for me, at that moment
, only one thought was in my mind: that Ms. Zhang had killed him." But as fate would have it,
in , our homeroom teacher went back to have a baby, and Ms. Zhang happened to be assigned to our class and became our
homeroom teacher.

What followed was my story with Ms. Zhang. "I glanced at Zhou Jiayi again; she had
an incredulous expression on her face."

"Generally, after losing two sets of underwear, one would report it to the police or the school. But she didn't. She
lost so many sets of underwear and remained silent. Moreover, there were dozens of sets. I had this
idea at the time: Ms. Zhang was very aware that her underwear had been stolen, but she enjoyed the feeling.
This amount of information was too overwhelming for me at the time. I found it difficult to explain this behavior, yet I could vaguely
understand it. I made a plan and started to approach Ms. Zhang. I enrolled in her English class and had tutoring at her house every Thursday and Friday
evening . Actually, my English wasn't bad at the time, and I believe Ms. Zhang knew this as well.
Sometimes she would ask a question, and even though I knew the answer, I remained silent, just like the other students.
Only when our eyes met did I feel that she was thinking about me, and she knew that I was thinking about her. We were
silently . Now that I think about it, she must have found it hard to believe that a 15-year-old could harbor
such complex thoughts about her. Later, I realized that the cover of gender made her think that I was just like
other men, only..." I simply wanted to get close to her, but for me, it wasn't just that.

We were both very careful with each other. That year, the Dragon Boat Festival fell on a Friday, and the school organized a dinner for their teachers,
so the tutoring session that day was postponed to Saturday. She told this to each of the nine
students , but she didn't tell me. I remember it vividly: she was packing her lesson plans, I was
packing my schoolbag, and a classmate next to me said, "Let's skip tutoring tonight and go to Xidan." I looked at her; after she
finished packing, she glanced up at me, didn't say anything, and coldly left the classroom. That night, I didn't
go home, nor did I go to Xidan with my classmates. I rode my bicycle around the streets. I had an indescribable
feeling . I was a little scared because the face of the boy who committed suicide kept flashing in my mind, but I also felt excited
because I knew perfectly well what Ms. Zhang knew perfectly well, but we were separated by a veil.
Through that veil, I saw a cold but strangely cunning woman. I wanted to know
what this woman would be like without that veil. I couldn't explain what my gamble was. At that moment, I felt it might be my life;
and as for her, I believe that through this veil, she saw a quiet boy who almost never smiled, someone
with many things on his mind, but who couldn't quite articulate what those things were, or perhaps just an ordinary boy starting to feel curious about sex
. She wanted to see through this veil to understand my feelings; she didn't need any stakes, or perhaps she was simply setting up
a scheme where she held the initiative.

That night, I arrived at her door on time for my usual tutoring session. Seeing the light on in the window,
I hesitated outside, as if this confirmed all my previous suspicions: everything that had happened was
under her control. I was a little scared, my heart was pounding, and I even wanted to go home, but a strange
driving force compelled me to raise my hand and knock. There was no sound from inside. I swallowed hard and knocked again
. Without hearing a sound of footsteps, the door opened, and Ms. Zhang, seeing me,
asked in surprise, "No tutoring tonight? Didn't your classmates tell you?" When she asked me this, her eyes were fixed on my
face, and I could sense the meaning behind it. "I clearly saw them tell you there was no tutoring tonight, what are you doing
here ?" My face flushed red, and I was so nervous I forgot to breathe. Pointing to my lunchbox on my seat, I said,
"My mom told me to take the lunchbox I left here yesterday home." She looked back at my seat and saw a lunchbox,
which was indeed the one I had left at her house. I felt her chuckle softly, then she told me
to come inside . I went straight to my seat, picked up the lunchbox, and hurried away without looking up at her. She
called me back, saying there was a grammar exercise assigned that afternoon. "Have you finished the practice questions?" My mind went blank for a moment,
but in that instant, I snapped out of it, looked up at her, and said I hadn't finished because there were a few questions I couldn't answer.
She smiled and said, "Then you can do them here. You can ask me if you don't understand anything." For the next few seconds, our
eyes were locked. I knew she was waiting for me to speak, but the weight of that sentence was too much
for to process. Then she smiled and said, "Sit down, I'll get you some water."

I sat down, mechanically taking out my books and notebooks, and out of sight, I saw her pouring water in the kitchen.
Then she came over and placed the water glass in front of me. I didn't drink the water; I just buried myself in my homework. She leaned closer to watch
me do my work, and I smelled the fragrance of her hair, making me feel a little dizzy. Out of
the corner neckline. Her cleavage wasn't very deep, probably around 1/2 cup,
and her breasts, visible through her white shirt, had a strange yellowish hue. I focused intently on my homework, not daring
to look away. Just then, she casually touched my face, smiling and saying that I
had answered all the questions correctly. I looked up at her abruptly, as if all my carefully planned schemes had
been exposed . My heart pounded, my throat went dry, I felt a fire rising within me, and I felt
something running down my nose. I looked down and saw it was blood. I fainted. "I took a sip of water and looked at Zhou Jiayi as I spoke. She
was completely engrossed in listening. When she heard that I had fainted, she was startled, and I noticed a faint layer of
goosebumps on her arm. 'And then?' she asked. I drank half a bottle of water in one gulp and continued:

'When I woke up, my first thought was to look at the clock. The clock on the wall pointed to 8:15, meaning I had been unconscious for
less than an hour; my second thought was to look around. I was lying on Mrs. Zhang's bed, a 1.2-meter
single bed, and the pillowcase and sheets had her distinctive scent; my third thought was that she was on
the phone , probably contacting my family, and she must have already reached my mother. I got out of bed, not
feeling dizzy at all, but rather feeling refreshed. I called out to Mrs. Zhang, and she quickly hung up the phone and ran in.
Seeing me sitting on the edge of the bed looking energetic, she breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down and carefully looked at my face, saying that I
had suddenly fainted because of a nosebleed.'" I've already contacted my family, and they're on their way. I told them I was fine, probably just
heatstroke. For the next while, she insisted I stay in bed. She got a cool towel from the kitchen
to put on my head, then made mung bean soup. Lying on her bed, I carefully analyzed everything that had happened since I woke up.
I realized she genuinely hadn't expected me to faint and was truly frightened.

Before the mung bean soup was even ready, my parents arrived. Seeing me lying there unharmed, they rushed to thank Ms.
Zhang. My dad, quite inappropriately, brought her cigarettes and alcohol as gifts. Listening to their loud
greetings in the living room, I looked around the bedroom. On her dressing table, I saw something... West, that thing seemed
to have found its way to me, instantly catching my eye—it was
the lighter I'd given that boy before winter break. I remembered it so clearly; I'd bought it from the corner store in the compound. Back then, electronic
lighters were just becoming popular, and it had a "555" logo printed on it. I was terrified by that lighter; I almost fainted again.
I heard them finish their pleasantries and prepare to go to their bedroom, so I quickly stuffed the lighter into my pocket and
lay down again, my heart pounding wildly.

On the way home, my parents kept praising Teacher Zhang, telling me to focus on my studies, and so on.
My hand trembled as I pressed it against my pocket, as if I could feel the lighter being... My friend, possessed by a spirit,
seemed to be lunging at me, trying to jump out. I clutched my pocket tightly, too terrified to utter a word. "

I paused for a moment," Zhou Jiayi said, looking at me and waving her hand in front of my face to make sure I wasn't distracted.
"And then?" she asked. I glanced at her, took her hand away, licked my lips, and said, "Then,
the next day , Saturday, I went to her house early with a gift from my mother—a set of French cosmetics. I
gave her the gift, and she touched my face as before, then smiled and kissed me on the cheek. It was the first time
a woman had ever kissed me; it felt like being branded with a red-hot iron. My face flushed bright red, and my mouth went
dry. After she kissed me..." I smiled and looked at myself. She took my hand and placed it on my face. The woman's skin,
that delicate, slightly sticky yet incredibly smooth touch, was etched into my memory by that hand. She asked
why my hand was so hot. I didn't know what to say. Then she slowly leaned in. I think she wanted to kiss my
forehead. Just as I closed my eyes, my lips touched hers. I went limp. I thought
I was going to faint again. I quickly opened my eyes. Her face was right in front of me. I could barely see clearly, but the dizziness that surged within
me forced me to close my eyes again.

I kissed her as if I had no instruction. She took off my shirt and knelt before me. Before,
she licked , and in that instant, I quickly became erect. I saw her glance down at my
bulging crotch, then she leaned in and kissed my other nipple. From then on, I knew that my nipples were
my most sensitive spot; as long as someone stimulated them, even if I had just ejaculated, I could quickly become erect again—
it never failed. In my dizziness, I cupped her face and kissed her haphazardly. She took off her shirt, revealing her bra
, and then placed my head between her breasts. I was a little breathless. She smiled, took
off her bra, and then took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

There was less than an hour before the tutoring session was to begin, right there in her... On the 1.2-meter single bed,
we made love. I ejaculated inside her vagina, but my penis didn't feel soft at all. She then gave
me oral sex. Neither of us spoke, as if nothing more needed to be said, or as if our actions and gestures
had already said everything. I ejaculated again in her mouth, and she swallowed all the semen. Then she continued
kissing me. Soon after, I became erect again, and she used her panties to masturbate me.
We were both sweating a lot. I watched her breasts heave, sometimes with sweat dripping down. During the third
ejaculation , I felt a blankness before my eyes, called out "Teacher Zhang," and collapsed into her arms. We Lying on the bed
, she showed me her underwear with the semen she had just ejaculated, saying, "This is your semen. If
you ejaculate here (she pointed to her vagina), the girl will give birth." I said I had just ejaculated inside, and she said
it was okay, she was in her safe period. Realizing I didn't know what a safe period was, she smiled and said I would find out later
. Then she unfolded her underwear and said, "Look, you just ejaculated on a monster. These are its
ears , its mouth, its whiskers, and its face." She pointed to the semen stain on her underwear and said this. I looked at my
masterpiece and laughed. "

I finished speaking in one breath," Zhou Jiayi said, looking at me, too surprised to say a word.

"That was my first time. Our relationship lasted for six months. Until the eve of the Spring Festival that year, we had sex
almost every week. Sometimes, when it happened to be her period, she would give me oral sex. She told me how to please a woman."
My body guides me, like a book; I've read and memorized every page and every word. But
every time we make love on that 1.2-meter single bed, I think of
the lighter , and I feel it might jump out at any moment and set the room on fire. Finally, one time after we finished making love, I
couldn't hold back anymore. I asked her if she knew that boy. She froze, speechless for a long time. Finally, she sighed
and said she knew the boy stole her underwear and that he had a crush on her. I said he committed suicide.
She turned to look at me and asked when. I told her what I'd heard from my mother. Her lips
twitched , tears streamed down her face, and she burst into sobs. I watched helplessly, not daring to touch her.
Finally, exhausted from crying, she fell asleep. I got up, found my underwear, put it on, and whispered in her ear, "
Teacher Zhang, I'm going home. XXX doesn't hate you, and doesn't love you anymore."

Then I quietly left. At Wanshou Road subway station, I casually tossed the lighter from my pocket into the trash can.
A few days later, one night, I dreamt that my friend was looking for me, holding that lighter, and told me he
had been looking for it for a long time. I said, "Your lighter is at Ms. Zhang's house." He said, "She doesn't smoke, what would she keep
a lighter for?" Then he smiled and left. When I woke up, I felt completely relaxed and really wanted to see Ms. Zhang
and tell her about the dream. However, that week, my English class suddenly had a different teacher. When I inquired further, I learned that she
had taken leave gone back to her hometown. It wasn't until after the winter break, when I went back to school, that I heard she had resigned and gone to Qinghai to teach.

At that time, I was in my third year of junior high school. Watching the boys around me still enjoying pulling girls' braids, and the girls still copying lyrics from popular songs for
the boys , sometimes I would sit in the classroom, looking at the empty podium, and sometimes I would
see Ms. Zhang naked, lecturing me, explaining various grammar rules and customs of English-speaking countries. I would feel a sense of beauty,
and sometimes a sense of melancholy. I spent the rest of my high school years trying to forget what happened in those months, my
first sexual experience, and everything I learned from Mrs. Zhang's body.

I looked at Zhou Jiayi and slowly said the last sentence: "When I first saw you, you reminded me of
Mrs. Zhang. But I don't remember it was her; it just felt like a long-lost feeling, calling to me, guiding
me to make love with you properly, to make love properly."

After I finished speaking, Zhou Jiayi gave me an incredulous smile, then reached out to touch my face. I dodged,
pressed her hand down, kissed her cheek, and said, "I'm tired from hitting you earlier; let me sleep for a while."

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