The author of the novel "Drug Rape of a Middle School Teacher" is unknown.

I was raping my middle school teacher,

Ms. Luo. In the summer, she liked to wear a white suit with a knee-length skirt, revealing a section of her fair legs.

Back then, I especially loved to steal glances at her legs and her cute little feet. Whenever Ms. Luo wasn't wearing socks, my heart would flutter even more. Her snow-white feet were perhaps the most profound impression Ms. Luo left on me.

As a child, I was prone to daydreaming, and I had a vague desire for women.

At that time, I always hoped to see the mysterious parts beneath a woman's clothes, and the elegant and refined Ms. Luo became the most perfect woman in the eyes of the boys in our class. I was no exception; whenever it was Ms. Luo's class, the boys were always the quietest. Ms. Luo would teach diligently, while I would secretly daydream, my eyes always glancing at her intentionally or unintentionally before quickly looking away.

Thinking back on that youthful innocence, it's truly laughable now. At that time, my admiration for Ms. Luo was deeply ingrained in my heart. I know that no matter who I meet in the future, I will never forget Teacher Luo.

Until one day, a small incident occurred that sparked some almost wicked thoughts in me about Teacher Luo, and I still clearly remember the scene.

That day, Teacher Luo was wearing all white. The pure white skirt couldn't hide her snow-white skin; instead, it made her skin appear an alluring pink. The slightly knee-length skirt couldn't conceal her full thighs, and the shape of her underwear was vaguely visible. The

hazy triangle of underwear was so tempting. Teacher Luo wasn't wearing socks that day; her fair feet were clad in women's sandals with heels about 3 centimeters high, making her feet form an "arch." The shape of her toes. If you look closely, you can see how adorable they are.

When I saw what she was wearing, I suddenly had an urge to hug her, but the shyness and rationality of youth prevented me from doing so. Actually, looking back now, it wasn't a big deal; it was just some youthful passion or blushing fantasies. If I hadn't suppressed those thoughts, perhaps none of what happened later would have occurred.

Now, I don't know whether to feel joy or some inexplicable emotion.

Her voice was soft and melodious, and I thought of a very common phrase—"a lark in a secluded valley." Perhaps she really was a lark. I secretly thought, yes, that's true. A young boy, able to... What adjectives can describe the emotion I felt? However, something even more unsettling happened.

After class, Ms. Luo rested at the podium. Through the wooden lectern, I saw a scene I will never forget. (The lectern was made of wood, quite old, with cracks of varying sizes where the planks met due to its age; older readers will understand).

On the other side of the lectern, Ms. Luo sat with her legs apart. Perhaps because she knew there was a wooden table, she felt safe, and since it was class, she relaxed. Although it was only a hazy white, I was certain it was the mysterious area between Ms. Luo's legs. Because if I continued looking along the cracks, I could vaguely see… I saw one of Ms. Luo's snow-white thighs.

I strained my eyes, staring intently at the crack in the teacher's desk. In that instant, I was lost in my accidental discovery. Needless to say, at that time I knew nothing; there was no adult impulse, only the excitement of a teenager. Though it was hazy, I trusted my eyes.

From then on, I gradually became addicted to this peeping pleasure. No, back then, there was no concept of peeping. I especially loved summer, loved it when teachers wore skirts to class. Sometimes, even during occasional quizzes, I liked to casually glance around, hoping to discover something more interesting.

And in my heart, besides sincere admiration and love for Ms. Luo, there also came something called desire.
I often secretly wondered if I really did have some kind of fetish, because when I secretly observed Ms. Luo's legs again during my last summer, I had an urge to pounce on her, hug her, and caress her roughly. I even had a thought that scared me: I wanted to use Ms. Luo's legs to rub my increasingly mature penis.

I spent my junior high school years in various fantasies about Ms. Luo.

High school was really tiring; I didn't even contact Ms. Luo for three years, only occasionally running into her when I passed by my old school on my way home.

Ms. Luo was still so young and charming. And my gratitude and respect for Ms. Luo over those three years gradually transformed into all sorts of desires. I really wanted to pin Ms. Luo down and do whatever I wanted with her. However, my reason told me that this wouldn't work. So I never specifically went to see Teacher Luo, because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to suppress my desire for her.

Ever since I learned that a girl I was very close to in junior high had become the mistress of an internet cafe owner, I've become quite indifferent to relationships. I understand that relationships are connected by various desires, and if you deliberately suppress them, they will eventually erupt intensely. After

the college entrance exam, I went to a top national university. After more than three months of indulgence, the start of the semester was approaching. I suddenly had an urge to see my Teacher Luo. Teacher. Please allow me to use the word "my," because without realizing it, my desire for Teacher Luo had seeped into my very bones, an irresistible urge.

Li is my best friend from junior high. That day, he came to me, saying we should go see Teacher Luo together on Teacher's Day (Li and I were classmates in junior high; he was the class monitor, and I was the academic representative). I agreed without hesitation.

With a slow but firm knock on the door, Li and I finally saw Teacher Luo, whom I had been longing for.

Teacher Luo was still as beautiful and dignified as she had been three years ago. She was wearing a bright green silk dress, but it didn't reveal the shape of her underwear at all. And she was wearing stockings; I guessed Teacher Luo had just finished work.

She seemed surprised to see us; perhaps she hadn't expected us to come today, considering we were already university students. But she quickly regained her usual dignified and kind demeanor. "

Hello, Li, Zhang, what brings you here? How did your college entrance exams go? They must have been great, I bet you were! You're both top students!" Teacher Luo joked as she gestured for us to sit down. She added a slightly apologetic tone, "My daughter is in middle school this year, and my husband is at work. I'm a teacher, so I came home on holiday today. I didn't expect you to come too. The house is a bit messy, and I haven't had time to tidy up." "

Oh, not at all! Teacher Luo, your house is much cleaner than mine," Li said with a smile, then turned to me, "Hey, you heartless brat, you didn't even bring anything. You haven't come to see Teacher Luo for three years, just focused on studying and finding a girlfriend." "Hey, Zhang, you're not doing well in high school either, you've got a girlfriend. Let me tell you, don't get fooled by a girl. "

Teacher Luo was quite surprised. You see, I was a well-known good boy in junior high. Even Li got a girlfriend in junior high and was scolded by Teacher Luo a few times, but I never had any problems in that regard. I just liked to play around in junior high.

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