The female teacher's affair

After school on Saturday, Chimei was reviewing English grammar in the library, his eyes on the book, but his mind was filled with
the image of Kimizuria.

How wonderful it would be to have a sister like that! As an only child, Chimei had always felt dissatisfied with not having a sister, and this feeling intensified in the later years of
elementary school .

The older sister of a classmate who lived nearby treated Chimei like a sister, making him happy and unconsciously
developing a faint, first-love-like feeling. However, when his father was transferred and moved away, Chimei's first love
vanished quickly, like dew before the morning sun.

His mother, Misato, who had also been an only child, understood Chimei's loneliness and was a gentle and considerate
mother to him. But Chimei even felt annoyed by that kind of care, because a mother is ultimately a mother,
far removed from the status of a sister.

Chimei's adolescence, while not exactly bleak, was still that of a very honest young boy. It was at this time that a woman appeared
before perfectly resembled his ideal sister—Kimizuria. Zhiming's heart was deeply shaken.
For seventeen-year-old Zhiming, the age difference between him and Liya was too great, and because of this, his longing grew even
stronger.

He noticed that Liya looked at him differently than she looked at other students; it was on Liya's first day of class.
From then on, Zhiming would have mental conversations with Liya every time. "

Teacher Liya is so beautiful today..." Looking at her with those eyes, he felt that Liya's eyes
were looking at him with particular vividness.

"Teacher, you seem so sad..." Looking at Liya standing on the podium with those eyes, her
eyes seemed to answer: "Yes, I have many sad things..."

Zhiming put down his English textbook, rested his chin on his hand, and looked at the white ceiling of the library, where Liya
's image appeared. "

Today, the teacher's skin seems to have a particularly beautiful glow..." As he fantasized about Liya's naked body,
as if by conditioned reflex, his young penis immediately became violently erect, and the resulting pain, ironically,
felt comfortable.

Zhiming stood up to go to the toilet, knowing that such an erection wouldn't subside quickly, and considered using his
hand to relieve himself.

Just then, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder: "That's amazing, still studying hard after school on Saturday
."

Hearing Ms. Ria's gentle voice and smelling her intoxicating fragrance from behind him, Zhiming
became nervous.

"I saw you go into the library earlier. I thought you had already left. Shall we walk together? I
have a lot to tell you. Let's walk together!"

Zhiming readily agreed, his eyes drawn to Ria's slender waist and full hips, and they walked out of
the library .

It was already early summer outside.

'I wonder what she's up to...?'

Walking out of the school gate along the tree-lined sidewalk beside the school wall, Zhiming was still very nervous.

"Today is my twenty-sixth birthday."

Ria, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around, and Zhiming, who had been staring blankly at her, blushed.

"Congratulations, teacher... happy birthday."

Zhiming was unhappy with his stammering.

"Twenty-six is a very delicate age for a woman."

Influenced by Ria's playful smile, Zhiming also smiled.

"Do I look that age?"

In front of the cherry tree with only green leaves, Ria struck a glamorous pose with her hands on her hips like a model,
her prominent breasts pressing down on Chimei.

"Do you look young? Or do you look old?"

"I...I look young...very young."

His voice trembled, and he felt embarrassed.

"Really? Can I be like your older sister?"

Yes, the ideal older sister...Chimei wanted to say it out loud, but in reality, he could only nod.

"Why don't you go home first and then come out? There's a birthday party in my room today. Tell your
family to come around six o'clock!"

The unexpected invitation made Chimei feel unusually excited.

"Yes." Then he couldn't say anything more, thinking he should say something but unable to find the right words.

"So, you agree?" Ria looked at Chimei's face, seemingly very happy.

"Your home is in Minami-Azabu, right?"

"Yes. How did you know, teacher?"

Chimei was very happy that Ria knew his address, and his tone was like talking to a classmate
.

"I happened to see your information; it's not far from my apartment."

"Where does your home, teacher, lie?" "

Shiroganedai, also in the port area, and it's only a ten-minute drive."

Ria took out a notebook from her purse, drew a simple diagram, and carefully wrote down the address and phone number: "This way
you'll find it; don't lose it."

She tore a page from the notebook and handed it to Chimei, their fingers brushing against each other. Ah! Such fair and delicate fingers… Chimei
felt a surge of excitement.

"Then I'll take you home."

"What? Teacher, do you have a car?"

"Yes. My uncle owns this building."

Ria smiled as she looked at the building.

"He lets me use the underground parking lot for free; I couldn't afford that with my salary from the school."

As they entered the building, the middle-aged security guard greeted them politely.
Seeing , Chimei felt a sense of comfort for some reason.

The car was a conservative dark green, but streamlined. Knowing it was a Jaguar XJ, Chimei felt he was seeing
another side of Ria.

"So, Teacher drives such a beautiful car."

"You have to keep it a secret, because the other teachers are all very conservative."

Zhiming nodded vigorously, looking at the windshield from the passenger seat.

The drive from Akasaka to Minami-Azabu was incredibly short, and Zhiming wished he could just keep driving around like that.

"Six o'clock, I'll be waiting for you."

He got out of the car in front of his house and watched Ria's car drive away, feeling a mix of emotions.

He wondered who else had been invited to the birthday party… For some reason,
Ria so quiet, was suddenly so friendly. While pleased, Zhiming also had questions.

When he opened the door, his mother was arranging new flowers on the shelf in the entryway, their fragrance different from the old ones.

"You're back? It's so late today, Mom hasn't had lunch yet."

"Were you waiting for me?"

"You always call when you're late, why didn't you call today?"

"I'm sorry."

Zhiming didn't mention studying in the library. It wasn't studying, he was just thinking about things, about
Ms. ... During dinner, as usual, only his mother spoke, and Zhiming was the listener.

There was a very accurate fortune teller in the nearby apartment complex. The local neighborhood head had sold his land and moved to the suburbs this year,
and a garbage truck had hit an old man... and so on. He only mentioned the important thing at the end.

"Dad will be back between Wednesday and Saturday of the week after next."

His father, Maochang, was the manager of the Sapporo branch of a trading company, and he went to work alone. Because
it coincided with Zhiming's high school entrance exam, he had to leave his wife alone. He had just turned forty and
was considered a future general manager in the company. According to past practice,
he would be gone for about three years, returning to Tokyo once a month for the head office meeting, and taking a vacation every six months.

No wonder Mom was so energetic... Zhiming stole glances at his mother's expression while eating.

About a year ago, on the eve of Maochang's departure for Hokkaido, Zhiming witnessed his parents' secret act.
He woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen, where he accidentally saw his parents embracing in the bathroom.

He was shocked by the intensity of their intercourse and, seeing his usually composed and considerate mother behaving like a prostitute
, his heart began to waver. It could be said that at this moment, Zhiming's puberty blossomed.

Before this, he had already learned to masturbate, and his fantasy was always of his mother, imagining embracing her
naked body and rubbing his erect penis.

But recently, the object of his masturbation had gradually shifted from his mother to Ria. However, because he had witnessed his
mother's actual intercourse, he felt a strong pleasure from masturbating with her, while with Ria, it felt like something was missing
.

When his mother finished speaking, Zhiming hesitated about whether to
mention . He only said he was going to see a classmate and immediately changed the subject to his father's plans after his return.

Mentioning his father, his mother perked up… Zhiming responded to his mother's constant chatter while recalling the events
since he had witnessed his parents' intercourse in the bathroom several times.

The parents' bedroom was a side room on the first floor, a Western-style room with double-layered curtains. Knowing that his father had returned from
Hokkaido , Zhiming had tampered with the curtains' slides, leaving
a gap of about one centimeter.

Although it was double-layered, one side was lace, and through the lace mesh, one could see into the room. During intercourse,
the lampshade would turn pink, which Zhiming believed was a signal of their sexual activity. Indeed,
after , the pink lampshade turned beige.

"Mom seems very happy."

If he said that, he wondered what kind of expression his mother would make.

"Mom, do you want to have sex?"

If he asked that… Zhiming suddenly felt hot.

"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" His mother looked puzzled and placed her hand on Zhiming's forehead; it was
cool and comfortable.

"Mom's hands are so cool and comfortable."

Zhiming said, looking at his mother's expression, while simultaneously recalling his mother's lewd posture, completely naked, riding on his father
, uttering obscene moans.

Zhiming placed his hand on his mother's, and she, as if it were an obligation, kept
her hand on her forehead until he removed it.

Zhiming returned to his room on the second floor and locked it from the inside. His lower body was already hot and erect. He took some toilet paper and
gently rubbed it against his penis a few times before quickly ejaculating. The burning, pus-like
sensation inside disappeared.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door: "I need to do laundry, bring out your underwear!" The door rattled
.

"Why did you lock the door? Are you asleep?"

Zhiming quickly stuffed the toilet paper under the bed, wrapped a large sports towel from the desk around himself, and opened the door.

"What are you doing looking like that?"

His mother saw the underwear on the floor and picked it up.

"I'm changing my underwear."

"Okay… change your vest too, hurry up and take it off!"

Seeing Zhiming's slow movements, his mother grabbed the hem of his round-neck vest and pulled it up. As
it came off , his mother's face was right in front of him, and he smelled a very fragrant scent.

Zhiming leaned in as if kissing her, then sniffed it like a puppy.

"Mom...smells so good."

His mother smiled shyly, flicked Zhiming's nose with her finger, and left the room.

Zhiming left home at 5:30, telling his mother he'd be back around 9:00, but secretly hoping to stay
a little longer .

Since it was his birthday, he should give her a gift. He went to the shopping street to buy orchids; the 1000 yen expense stung, but
he was willing to spend it for Ms. Liya.

He hailed a taxi and arrived at the apartment building in less than seven or eight minutes.

"Everyone living here must be rich, right?"

the taxi driver sighed, looking at the apartment building's entrance. Indeed, Zhiming felt
overwhelmed .

Liya's room was on the top floor. When he opened the entrance door, Zhiming had expected to see many shoes, but that
prediction was completely wrong; there was only a pair of low-heeled high heels he'd worn during the day.

Ms. Liya, who came out to greet him, wore a brightly colored patterned dress and a matching headscarf.
Young and beautiful, she made Zhiming's eyes widen.

There was no one else in the room besides Ms. Liya. Was he the only one invited?

"It's too lonely celebrating alone, so I wanted to invite you."

Hearing this reply, Zhiming wanted to yell.

Several bottles of wine and a mix of Western and Chinese dishes were laid out on the table.

"Is it alright if I drink alone?"

As the two sat facing each other at the table, Liya seemed quite pleased. The way she slightly tilted her
head was like that of an elegant and charming actress in a foreign film.

"I can drink wine," Zhiming said excitedly.

"I don't care."

Not with a reproachful expression, Liya seemed to think for a moment, gave Zhiming a slight glare, placed a wine glass in
front , and poured wine into it.

"So, why do we toast?"

"It's for Teacher's birthday, of course."

A complex expression flashed across Liya's face for a moment, but Zhiming didn't notice. He continued, "
Happy birthday, Teacher."

"Thank you."

The gentle clinking of glasses made Zhiming's heart race even more.

The two continued their conversation, enjoying their food and drinks without interruption.

"I remember you're an only child."

In less than thirty minutes, both of their faces were slightly flushed. Liya noticed Zhiming's glass was empty and poured him more wine.

"Your parents must have loved you very much, right?"

Zhiming wanted to affirm, but then deliberately said the opposite, "Not really."

A disbelieving smile appeared on Liya's face.

"What about Teacher's family?"

"I'm alone too."

"Oh, I see." "

You used to have a younger brother. If he were alive, he would be twenty-one now."

"Then..."

He wanted to ask if he was dead, but it felt too cruel to say.

"My younger brother looked a lot like you. He died in a car accident around your age. On this very
day ..."

"..."

"So my birthday is also the anniversary of my brother's death. Oh, I'm sorry for saying something hurtful."

"No, I shouldn't have asked that."

"Let's have some fun!" After saying that, Ria took out the brandy again, poured it into a glass, and took
a sip . She probably wasn't good at drinking, because she immediately choked.

Zhiming walked behind Ria and stroked her back. His fingers could clearly feel the hooks of her bra under her dress, and
he felt flustered. If Ria would agree, he hoped to continue stroking her slowly like this. The soft
touch aroused the boy's desire.

"It's alright, thank you."

"Teacher, let's not drink anymore!"

Zhiming regretted saying that immediately, afraid that she would agree, which would end their pleasant banquet.

"I can't drink much, but I like this atmosphere."

"I'm keeping the teacher company, but I can only drink wine."

"If your family finds out, it will become a responsibility on my part."

"I don't care, I can stay here too."

Zhiming was surprised by his own words after saying that.

"Really? You can stay here?"

"Yeah. I've stayed at a classmate's house before."

"Am I a friend?"

"Tonight is..."

"You should call. Will your mom find out?"

"I'll lie to her."

"What should I do... I don't want to be a teacher who teaches a student to do bad things, but I really want to keep
talking ..." Ria saw her deceased younger brother in Zhiming. He looked exactly like her brother, Gao Guang . She was greatly shocked when she

first saw Zhiming in Class 2-A. The feeling that they looked alike grew stronger and stronger, and she had always wanted to talk to him. Finally, she did so in the library. The reason she chose this day was her own birthday, but the real reason was the anniversary of her brother's death. "I'll just do what I think is right." "What do you mean?" "The teacher didn't discuss anything with me, so I made up an excuse to call home." "You're such a bad boy." " I'd be the worst boy if I could be with the teacher." The alcohol in the wine clearly made Zhiming's tongue more nimble. Zhiming picked up the cordless phone on the table and dialed his home number. The phone rang twice, and then the sound of a recorder came on. "Strange?" Hearing Zhiming's voice, Liya looked at him with a puzzled expression. "It's a recorder. Mom must be taking a shower. That's perfect." Zhiming smiled at Liya while pressing his hand against the receiver, then regained his serious expression and said into the receiver: "It's me... I'm staying at a classmate's house tonight because I need to study until very late. Goodbye." Zhiming hung up the phone immediately, giving Liya a playful look, "I don't know which classmate it is, so they couldn't reach me." "You're such a bad boy." Although Liya said that, she looked very happy. "It seems like I can drink a little more than usual." Liya gracefully shifted her crossed legs and picked up her brandy glass. Zhiming thought her red lips were beautiful . "Have you ever been to a disco?" "No, my sense of rhythm is terrible." "You don't seem like it... I think you must dance very well." " What about you, teacher?" "When I was studying in America..." Ria paused, looking into the distance, then her gaze immediately returned to Zhiming's face: "In America, I had a lover, and we often went dancing together. My youth... you're only just beginning now." "Teacher, what happened to that lover?" "My youth is over." This sentence perfectly expressed the breakup with her lover. "Your youth is also starting now." Zhiming truly thought so. "You're beautiful, and you live in such a luxurious place. And you're young too." "But that's not enough, because I've already lost two things that support me." "Two things?" "My lover and my younger brother..." "I'll be your younger brother, teacher..." Seeing Ria's lonely expression, he said it offhand, but it was also Zhiming 's true feeling: "And, if possible, I'll be your lover too..." "Thank you, I'm so glad." Ria reached out and took Zhiming's hand, "Your hand is so warm." Ria gently placed Zhiming's hand on her cheek. Zhiming felt a strange surge of emotion, gazing at the gesture. Was the teacher inviting him because he was like a younger brother to her? Of course, he didn't feel resentful. He hoped this would bring them closer . "I want to be the teacher's younger brother," Zhiming declared unilaterally. "Hmm..." Liya's little finger hooked around Zhiming's. "You agreed?" "I agreed." "Shouldn't we rest now?" "I don't want to sleep yet." "But I'm sleepy."

Ria knew her period was coming soon, because it always happened like this.

"Chimei, why don't you take a shower first?"

"Please, teacher, go first."

"Men first, my little brother never objects to me."

"Yes." Chimei felt really like her little brother and was very happy.

The bathroom with light blue tiles was quite spacious, and Chimei felt a comfortable kind of tiredness. When he came out of the bathroom,
he was so drunk that his body couldn't move as he pleased. His legs swayed, and when he looked up at the ceiling, he felt like he was slowly
spinning .

He still managed to put on his clothes and walk out of the bathroom back to the dining room, where Ria was sleeping on the table.

"Teacher."

Ria woke up immediately: "Oh, I'm sorry... you were sleeping in the Japanese-style room on the right side of the corridor. The quilt
was already made up, and there were pajamas, but they were for women."

"Teacher, don't you want to take a shower?"

"I'll go take a shower now, you go to sleep first."

Chimei walked into the room of the eighth seat. It seemed like no one had used it before, and the quilt was new. As he changed into
the pajamas he thought: This is what the teacher often wears.

Thinking of this, he felt his body getting warm. Lying on the covers with his limbs stretched out in a starfish shape, he tried to cool his feverish
body and drift off to sleep. Perhaps because he wasn't covered, he woke up suddenly after a short while, feeling like he
'd only slept for a short time. As he tried to get back under the covers, he thought he heard something fall over in the bathroom, followed by silence.

Zhiming got up, feeling uneasy, and went to the bathroom.

Ria was sitting against the wall, a towel draped over her shoulders.

"Did Teacher fall?"

he rushed over, but saw no external injuries. Her chest, covered by the towel, rose and fell slowly with her breathing.

"Teacher…"

he called softly, but there was no answer, only the regular, soft snoring.

At least he felt relieved. As he was about to call out again, another Zhiming whispered in his mind: "
Wouldn't it be better to just leave like this?"

Then he heard another Zhiming's voice: "What are you thinking? This is so wrong…"

Zhiming banished those thoughts and, with all his strength, lifted Ria. The towel around her chest parted
, revealing half of her bare breasts, and Zhiming felt his blood boil.

Was she really asleep? Upon entering the bedroom, Zhiming deliberately tossed Ria onto the bed as if she were nothing.

"Hmm..." Ria's head jerked a couple of times before she immediately lay back like a toddler, emitting
rhythmic snores.

The front of the towel was spread wider, exposing most of her breasts. In Zhiming's mind, it felt like hundreds of
clocks were ringing at once, his blood surged like a torrent in his veins, and his body felt like it was on fire.

"Teacher..."

he called softly, just to make sure Ria was sound asleep.

Ria didn't move an inch, and Zhiming still anxiously looked around the room.

The room was brightly lit, and the pink sheets looked particularly vibrant under the light.

It would be better if the light wasn't on... He pulled the bedside lamp to the side of the bed, adjusted the lampshade, and made sure the light didn't shine directly on
Ria 's face. He turned on the lamp and then turned off the main light, reducing the brightness of the room and creating a very peaceful atmosphere.

Zhiming stared at Ria without moving, and as time went on, his curiosity swelled to the point of almost exploding.
This sensation manifested in a concrete form on the young body; the center of the woman's pajama bottoms bulged high, revealing the shape of
an erect penis.

Intense desire overwhelmed Zhiming's rationality; only lust ran rampant.

His beautiful prey slept soundly within reach. Zhiming gently pinched a towel with his fingertips,
seeing black, curly pubic hair clinging to the base of her full thighs.

"..." A gurgling sound escaped Zhiming's throat, so loud it
startled him .

Watching Ria sleep, he slowly moved his face closer, inhaling a faint fragrance.

The sparseness of her pubic hair also surprised Zhiming; thus, the Venus Hill appeared relatively thick and prominent, slightly parted
below , but her thighs were tightly pressed together, obscuring that area.

Zhiming desperately wanted to see inside those tightly pressed thighs. His face was only twenty centimeters from her pubic hair;
each hair, gleaming black, was clearly imprinted on his retina.

Zhiming's excitement had reached its peak, creating a dreamlike sensation.

Is this really happening in real life? Zhiming stroked the surface of her pubic hair with trembling fingers, feeling as if
something inside him was about to explode.

The slight touch of her pubic hair felt more comforting than anything else, and he couldn't help but press his entire palm onto
it .

"Hmm..."

For a moment, her breath seemed to stop, and Ria let out a soft moan. Zhiming was so startled he almost jumped up, quickly crouching down beside
the bed . Ria's body seemed to wriggle, and Zhiming crawled from the floor towards the door, going into the kitchen to drink some water
to soothe his throat.

He didn't go back immediately, as if Ria would wake him, but there was no sound of her waking up.

Zhiming quietly entered the kitchen; a light was on in the bathroom. As he went into the dressing room looking for the light switch, he found Ria
's clothes in a basket. He flipped open a patterned dress and saw a light purple bra and panties. Without hesitation,
he picked up the rolled-up panties and unfolded them.

They were small, transparent triangles, the center slightly damp. He held them to his nose, and
a scent different from perfume irritated his nasal passages.

This is the scent of a woman… Zhiming pulled out his erect penis, clear, sticky fluid oozing from its tip. He
rolled his light purple panties around his penis, “Ah… Ms. Ria…” Closing his eyes, he looked at
the pubic hair and began to gently rub it.

In less than a minute, Zhiming ejaculated with a soft groan, the semen emitting a strong odor.

Normally, this would have ended there, but this time, it was only the beginning. His small, shrunken penis
continued to drip fluid, as if it wanted something more.

Zhiming looked into the bedroom again; Ria was still asleep, the towel on her body completely spread out and useless, her snoring louder than
before , with a certain rhythm.

Zhiming watched the woman's body undress, his penis immediately swelling fiercely, asserting its presence.

Zhiming picked up the towel and threw it on the bedside, leaving Ria completely naked. Zhiming squatted
by the bed gently placing his palms on her thighs, enjoying the pulsating sensation from there, then her lower abdomen,
and then her breasts. When he covered her pubic hair with his palms, Zhiming could no longer restrain himself.

Zhiming came to Liya's feet, grabbed her ankles, and slowly spread her legs apart, seeing her pubic hair swaying.
The labia parted like a door opening, finally revealing a pink slit of flesh.

The seventeen-year-old boy's heart nearly burst at the sight of a vulva he was seeing for the first time.

This was a woman's vulva… Zhiming got into bed, wanting to enter between Ria's legs. He was very careful not to
wake Ria, placing his hands on either side of her body, allowing him to push up, but this
prevented him from using his hands to guide his penis. The first step should be to align the glans with the vaginal opening, but he didn't know its location.

Thighs rubbed against thighs, and Ria shifted slightly.

The glans touched the soft flesh, causing her whole body to tremble slightly. In that instant, she lost her balance,
her weight pressing down on Ria.

"Ah…" Zhiming and Ria both gasped softly. Ria was surprised, Zhiming was overwhelmed by the pleasure of his penis being enveloped by the longed-for
vulva .

"What… what is this?"

Before Ria could fully comprehend the situation, Zhiming hugged her tightly, convulsing violently.

"Ah… no!"

By the time she realized what was happening, Ria had already been ejaculated.

Ria's uterus was bathed in a large amount of semen, and although she was confused, she could still respond comfortably and enjoy the woman's pleasure.

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