Female PhD and female teacher

C is very beautiful, radiant. A female PhD, but currently teaching second-year undergraduate students, responsible for lecturing on professional courses.
Yes, there are three types of people in the world: men, women, and female PhDs.
That's not an accurate way of saying it; when I met C, she was both a female PhD and a female teacher.
My ill-fated relationship with C began with a heartwarming story, which I'll choose to tell; you can skip it if you don't like it.
The story begins 60 years ago, when my grandmother was 18 years old.
A rural girl, she grew up and entered a factory in those turbulent times.
By the way, my grandmother was incredibly beautiful; if I had to use a comparison, I'd say she was like Audrey Hepburn.
Beautiful girls often have good lives because marriage is something they need to manage, a major event.
Beautiful girls often have bad lives; fate will always play tricks on them, but that's a story for later, I choose not to tell, it's irrelevant to this article.
My grandfather, one of the first bomber pilots in the Republic, was in HLD. My grandmother. When my grandmother was 20, my grandfather put a wedding dress on her. From then on, my grandmother followed my grandfather all over the country (as a military officer). He returned to Dalian 30 years ago.
Until 2012, my grandmother, while chatting with a friend who worked at a newspaper, mentioned a long-held wish: to find her former coworkers from when she was 18. Those two years of communal living left her with many fond memories. Touched by her story, her friend readily agreed and soon placed an advertisement in the local HLD newspaper.
Soon, my grandmother received a call from a man in his 40s who said he read the advertisement with tears in his eyes, deeply moved. Coincidentally, he was a disciple or grand-disciple of the coworkers my grandmother was looking for, and had just retired. He said he could contact many of the old friends my grandmother mentioned. For the next month, they exchanged letters constantly, and my grandmother became happier every day. Soon, a group of relatives and friends from HLD finalized their trip to Dalian. The group of over ten people spent more than ten days eating, drinking, and having fun. The family dinners lasted four or five times, and they promised to get together again next time. A long time passed, and Grandma's closest friend, the one she'd kept in touch with the longest, asked about my personal situation. She had a very suitable, eligible girl, a relative she'd watched grow up, studying in Dalian… Anyway, that's how I met C. My
first meeting with C was quite dramatic. Just in time for Grandma and her best friend's reunion, I was tasked with picking C up from school for a family dinner. The journey was long, and Grandma, worried about an awkward silence, arranged for my cousins (a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman) to accompany her. Downstairs at C's dormitory, I saw C walking gracefully towards me. To be honest, my first impression wasn't one of "Wow, what a beautiful woman!" Perhaps I was just being reserved in front of her. However, C really was beautiful, with a graceful and elegant beauty, a well-proportioned 170cm figure, and a delicate face. Her skin wasn't great, though, as she was prone to acne, probably from staying up late.
To be honest, I wasn't fully prepared to sell myself at the time. From the very first moment I met C, we both knew each other's intentions. C, perhaps out of reserve or to maintain a high profile, rejected a series of suggestions for further meetings. Moreover, I didn't launch a deeper offensive either, and two months just passed... I wasn't busy chasing other girls; I was just a homebody, simply a homebody for two months.
Then, C couldn't hold back and contacted me first. Since we were both looking for marriage, let's get to know each other quickly and get straight to the point.
First of all, C's intelligence is no less than her looks. The university requires a PhD to stay on as a teacher, and her advisor uses his research results to start a company. He's incredibly wealthy. She's his star student. C's entire life has been about striving to be superior, while I'm practically a mediocre student. Frankly, I couldn't handle her.
C constantly instilled in me the idea that: you must improve, you can't be content with the status quo, career advancement, connections, hard work.
A good teacher, a bad partner.
My relationship with C progressed very quickly. We didn't need a hotel; my aunt gave me the key to her apartment, since my grandmother had given her approval.
Our first time with C was sudden. According to C's schedule, I was supposed to force myself on base before even reaching second base.
The suddenness inevitably led to a rushed and embarrassing first time with internal ejaculation. She was still ovulating.
I quickly took the pill… By the way, she's studying medicine, and the post-coital medication can be very harmful to the body. If a guy is responsible for his girlfriend, he should never ejaculate inside her without thinking it through. Also, I didn't take the pill this time.
I don't know if I've gotten over the trauma, but I quickly found the answer.
The second time came quickly as planned, at the same place, the cozy little apartment. Our love nest.
Everything felt so natural—hugs, kisses, caresses, and then penetration went smoothly. Having sex with C was completely different from having sex with AB. C is incredibly skilled, giving me a top-notch sexual experience. She knows how to cater to all of a man's senses, and I was incredibly hard. However, the first time was a bit short. This time I used a condom. After ejaculating, I held C and suddenly remembered a line: "This thing should only exist in heaven, why did it fall to earth for me?" She laughed, I laughed, I knew, I was fucking right, I was hard. When passion runs deep, it naturally becomes direct.
For the second time, we tried many new positions. She gave me oral sex. Her oral skills were really great. I also gave her oral sex. Her clitoris was neither too big nor too small, and it became firm after being gently sucked. I put my hand inside her body and touched a protrusion on the vaginal wall, about 7-8 centimeters inside the vaginal opening. It was noticeably more wrinkled than other places. I don't know if this is the legendary G-spot. C said she didn't feel anything special. Then I tried 69. Many girls say they don't like this position and feel ashamed, but I felt a strange, primal stimulation. Watching my beloved woman flip over and straddle my face, her perfect vulva gently licked before me, her body trembling slightly with the touch. I grasped her smooth, peach-like buttocks and gently spread them apart, revealing her pink, tender opening. I heard her soft moans and felt the pleasure of my penis being enveloped by her lips and teeth. This multi-sensory feast was irresistible… Happy times are always fleeting, and that wanton summer left behind too many memories.
We made love wildly, 4-5 days a week, even during her period. C said that as long as you maintain hygiene, girls can have sex during their periods. We were even more passionate, no less excited than during ovulation. The only obstacle was the fear men have when they see a red candle. I experienced that fear myself… It was during one of C's periods. C said she didn't want to just give me oral sex anymore, she wanted me to penetrate her.
I was surprised, and C explained it to me as above, telling me not to be afraid when I saw her bright red penis.
We made love. The feeling of menstrual blood mixing with vaginal fluid was strange, both pleasurable and bizarre. After a hundred or so thrusts, I pulled out my penis—a bright red penis! I was terrified! C smiled knowingly, as if she'd guessed correctly. She told me to go wash it off. Looking at my blood-covered penis, I had the illusion that I'd fucked my real girlfriend, not an inflatable doll. My "gun" had really pierced her.
I hurriedly washed away the blood, swearing I'd never be so crazy again.

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