"After-School Tutoring" - Chapter 2: The man's tone was low and menacing as his fingers slowly and deliberately slipped inside her panties, lewd...

Her skirt was being lifted, and a cold wind blew past, chilling her lower back. Her safety shorts were being pulled down to her knees by the edge, and Zhou Ci called out in a trembling voice, "Teacher Xue... Teacher Xue."
Her voice trembled at the end, and the sob in her words was impossible to hide.
The person on top of her remained unmoved, his knuckles sliding slowly across her vulva through the thin fabric.
Her vaginal muscles contracted violently as if in spasm, and Zhou Ci's mind went blank. Xue Qiao pressed her down on the table, his fingers constantly caressing and kneading her lower body, making her wetness surge wave after wave.
She covered her mouth and cried out for help, unable to stop herself. The man's penis slowly hardened, burning hot against her. With each cry, he thrust into her hard. His long fingers brushed past her, pulled a stack of photos from a file folder on the bookshelf, and slapped them against Zhou Ci's face.
She was forced to press her head against the table, struggling to look at the photos, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Xue Qiao said in a harsh tone, "If you cry again, I'll plaster the classroom with pictures of you naked tomorrow."
She sobbed silently. The view was all of her, from above, with her upper body naked and slightly bent over, rummaging through her swimsuit.
Her snow-white breasts, encircled between her arms, seemed to tremble, revealing a deep cleavage as she bent over.
The photos are very clear, like a professionally shot portrait. She is pure and clean, which contrasts sharply with the chaotic environment around her, creating a powerful visual impact.
She almost instantly remembered when it happened—just two days before the start of the semester, she went to the newly opened swimming pool with her ex-boyfriend Qin Luo. This was a rare sight in the county, since their county library was just a dilapidated bookstore with only one floor, less than 200 square meters, which was actually a combination of a photo studio and a small building.
When I got there, I realized that the swimming pool was not as high-end as the promotional brochures suggested; in fact, it was quite rudimentary. The men's and women's changing rooms were right next to each other, with only a tattered curtain for privacy.
Qin Luo was very gentlemanly at the time, saying he would stand outside and watch the door for her.
The photo was taken around that time.
Zhou Ci was completely unaware of this, and Qin Luo's ex-boyfriend status wasn't due to this incident—later, in the pool, he made unwanted advances towards her, his erect penis pressing against her legs, and he pressed her against the poolside, demanding a kiss.
She didn't like him much at first; she was just confused when someone confessed to her, and with her friends' encouragement, she agreed to date him. This experience left her feeling uneasy, and she broke up with him afterward.
At that moment, Qin Luo's eyes were fierce as he said to Zhou Ci, "You just wait, you'll see."
She thought it was just a common occurrence for teenage boys to make threats, and never imagined there would be so many photos.
How many people have seen these photos?
Zhou Ci's mind went blank for a moment, and she felt that her classmates had been looking at her strangely these past few days.
Her lips turned pale and she trembled uncontrollably. She instinctively tried to hug herself, but her wrists were tightly gripped. Xue Qiao's knees pushed against her tightly closed legs, separating them. Her legs went weak, and her waist easily buckled. She bit the end of her hair and let out a low sob.
The office lights were a cold, pale white, casting a dismal glow.
The girl was pinned to the table, crying uncontrollably. Her wrists were locked behind her back, and her skirt was bunched up at her waist, revealing her snow-white buttocks and thighs. Her underwear was white with no extra patterns, except for a small dark stain where fluid was seeping out from her vulva.
He made her vulva all over through just a layer of fabric. The girl lay face down on the table, her ponytail falling loose across her face. She bit one of the strands of hair and cried incoherently, her voice filled with grievance.
Xue Qiao pinched the girl's waist, which was unexpectedly slender.
Zhou Ci was truly well-proportioned; her breasts and hips were full, yet her waist was so slender that it could be easily encircled.
Xue Qiao looked down at her with his eyes lowered, his expression indifferent, just like when he stood on the podium and looked at her during evening self-study. Only now, her clothes were disheveled, her eyes were blurry with tears, and his large penis was bulging in his suit pants, pressing against the side of her contracting vaginal muscles.
Only a thin layer of underwear was separating them.
He turned her around so she was facing him, and the two of them looked at each other in that situation.
Xue Qiao coldly watched Zhou Ci, slowly loosening his belt. The girl, already a mess of sobs, squinted at his movements. As soon as his hands left her, she seized the opportunity to shove him away forcefully and flee towards the door. Her neat dress was disheveled and piled up around her waist, her safety shorts still caught on her knees, her slender waist curving beautifully. She hurriedly pulled up her underwear and stumbled as she ran outside.
Xue Qiao stood still, unbuckled his belt, folded it in half, and placed it in his palm, releasing his long-suppressed genitals.
Zhou Ci had seen this thing in her biology textbook; the picture was very abstract. Another example was Qin Yu's thing, which was vaguely visible through his swimming trunks when he pinned her against the edge of the swimming pool during summer vacation.
But none of them were as frightening as Xue Qiao's.
His erect penis was terrifyingly long, slightly upturned, and seemed to be emitting some heat. It swayed between his legs as he walked, gradually approaching her.
She frantically tried to unlock the door, but the man was already standing behind her, his penis between her legs. He maliciously thrust upwards, his fingers resting on the back of her hand pressed against the door, weaving between her fingers: "Want to open the door?"
With his other hand, he slightly hooked down and pulled down the zipper of her skirt.
Her knee-length skirt and safety shorts slipped down to her feet, and her white t-shirt drooped down, barely covering her mons pubis. She was bare-legged, curled up in the deep night.
Why isn't the door open?
The man spoke in a low, menacing tone, as he slowly slipped his fingers inside her panties and viciously pinched her clitoris.

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