The head of the teaching department's stockings

Jiang Nan, as the academic director of the senior year, presided over the meeting. It was 7 a.m., and all the students were in their morning self-study session. As teachers of the graduating class, they were also in the classrooms supervising. In the meeting room, only Jiang Nan was present. After cleaning, setting out teacups and chairs, and finishing all the miscellaneous tasks, the director finally sat back down.
With no one else in the room, Jiang Nan opened his briefcase and carefully took out something that seemed like a priceless treasure: a pair of women's flesh-colored stockings. It was just an ordinary, mid-priced pair of Nielsen velvet stockings, without any lace or other decorative designs at the top, simply a dark flesh-colored, four-piece elasticated design to prevent slippage. And it wasn't a pair, just one. But to this academic director, it seemed like the most precious jade in the world. Jiang Nan slipped the stockings onto his hand and gently rubbed them against his cheek. The friction from the special velvet fabric aroused a unique masculine pleasure, causing this tall, refined man to let out a satisfied sigh.
After rubbing them for a while, Jiang Nan satisfiedly crumpled the flesh-colored stockings into a ball, brought them close to her nose, and greedily inhaled their scent. Although they were old stockings that had already been worn, they had been washed clean, and there was no sweat smell or other odor left, only the faint fragrance of laundry detergent.
"Honestly, they're so clean, I can't smell any body fragrance at all. But touching you, smelling you, is like caressing your owner's smooth, beautiful legs, like smelling your owner's alluring body fragrance." Jiang Nan murmured to herself while playing with the flesh-colored stockings.
"Bang!"
The sound of the door opening startled Jiang Nan, who hurriedly stuffed the stockings into her jacket pocket.
Entering the conference room was a young, beautiful, and glamorous woman. Her eyes, though alluring, exuded a noble and dignified air. She wore a pale yellow suit skirt, the hem of which rose above her knees, revealing a light yellow silk lace slip underneath. A white, tight-fitting sleeveless top over the suit skirt subtly revealed her full breasts. Her legs were encased in light white pantyhose, making her already fair and slender legs appear as smooth as milk. Her alluring feet were adorned with white high-heeled shoes, the straps of which were tied delicately around her ankles.
The female teacher who entered was Yang Xiaorong, the third-grade English teacher. Jiang Nan, staring at the charming woman with an angry expression, was momentarily stunned, forgetting to speak. His right hand was in his pocket, clutching the flesh-colored stocking.
"Director, this Class 1 you're teaching is simply outrageous!" Yang Xiaorong spoke first, seeing Jiang Nan lost in thought.
"What did those kids do to make our teacher Yang so angry?" Jiang Nan asked with concern, hiding the flesh-colored stockings in her pocket.
"It's not even the mock exam results. Look at this report card, not a single student in the whole class passed! And this is supposed to be a top class!" "Oh, this is it?"
Jiang Nan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it was about the exam. "You know, the Class 1 I teach is supposedly a top class. But it's full of rich kids who got in through connections and money. Their level is several levels below the average students. It's called a top class, but it's really a class of underachievers. Calm down, don't get yourself all worked up." Yang Xiaorong sat down next to Jiang Nan, her ample breasts still heaving. "But they're all in their final year of high school, the college entrance exam is just around the corner. These are the last few months, the most important months, but these students have no motivation to study at all, and there's no sign of improvement. What are we going to do?" Hearing Yang Xiaorong's words, Jiang Nan's guilty expression lessened, and she said easily, "This class is actually..." "It's a lower-achieving class, the students' quality is what it is. These young masters and misses don't take studying seriously, they just pay to get into high school, and then pay more to get into university. Their parents pay, so they can study if they want, and if they don't, you just turn a blind eye. You've taught them what you're supposed to teach, and that's enough to justify their parents' money. Why get angry? Be careful you don't get wrinkles from it!" Yang Xiaorong chuckled at Jiang Nan's joke: "You, you're our leader, and you're still joking like this? I'm not that old, wrinkles don't just appear out of nowhere!" Jiang Nan continued casually: "You still need to take care of yourself! Fang Wei and I were bunkmates in college. If his wife got wrinkles from my class, he'd pull my nose off!" "Ugh, always joking, never serious. But these students are really disappointing, their parents spend so much money..." As the two were still chatting, other teachers entered the meeting room one after another.
History teacher Xu Ming sat down and immediately pulled out the report card: "Director Jiang, congratulations! Your top class's average history score this time is 20 points higher than last time, reaching 51! They're almost passing!" Everyone joked with each other as the meeting began.
Jiang Nan and Yang Xiaorong's school, No. 1 High School, was a key school in the city, consistently ranking at the top. Therefore, many high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals sent their children there, some of whom were repeat students. For management purposes, the school grouped these privileged kids into one class, with the grade director, Jiang Nan, serving as the homeroom teacher of this so-called top class.

The grade meeting that day didn't involve anything major; the main focus was on the results of last week's city-wide mock exam. No. 1 High School's senior year originally had six classes, concentrating the city's top students. The students were highly capable, and the school's teachers were also highly qualified. Naturally, No. 1 High School's senior year achieved top results in this mock exam. However, due to the prestigious reputation and strong faculty of No. 1 High School, local officials, wealthy individuals, and those with connections and money all desperately tried to get their children into it. Naturally, the school benefited both openly and covertly. Later, the number of students admitted exceeded 50, so the school leadership simply created a separate class, designated Class 1, to satisfy parents—the so-called "key class."
After the mock exam results came out, the other six classes performed flawlessly, ranking among the top in the city and even the province. The main problem lay with Class 1, the key class under Jiang Nan's supervision.
After listening to all the teachers' reports, Jiang Nan couldn't help but frown: "Sigh, everyone has seen the quality of the students in Class 1. Their abilities are simply not good enough. It's unrealistic to expect a qualitative improvement through intensive tutoring in the last year. Everyone should just do their best. In any case, I will do my best to secure the bonus. The key is for all teachers to treat everyone equally. As long as you've taught what you're supposed to teach and done what you're supposed to do, you'll have no regrets." Actually, the issue everyone was most concerned about was whether they could receive that considerable bonus if the students in Class 1 didn't improve their grades. Because the school had already promised to give all the teachers in the senior year extra subsidies to appease the teachers, and the parents of those students were either leaders or wealthy people, so they would also secretly give the teachers a lot of benefits.
Once Jiang Nan spoke up, confirming that the bonus would be in their pockets, all the teachers stopped complaining.
But Yang Xiaorong didn't remain calm like the other teachers: "That's true, but if we ignore it, we'll be letting down these hardworking parents. After all, these students in Class 1 have a weak foundation, but they're not stupid. On the contrary, some are particularly bright. The key is that they don't put their minds to studying at all. There are only a few months left until the college entrance exam, but they're still the same as before, not taking the exam seriously at all. We must motivate them to study!" Fang, the math teacher, a mature woman with a cold and aloof appearance, spoke bluntly: "They don't take the exam seriously because these young masters and ladies, no matter how well they do on the exam, or even if they don't take it at all, as long as their parents spend some money to pull strings, they can still get into university. Every year, Tsinghua and Peking University are full of spoiled brats. Xiao Yang, don't worry about it. Worrying won't cost you any more money!" Yang Xiaorong was about to explode when she heard the hidden meaning in Fang's words. Jiang Nan immediately interrupted her, defusing the situation, "Alright, alright, there's nothing more to say in today's meeting. As for Class 1, let's stick to the usual routine. Everyone, just do what you're supposed to do. I'll say it again: teach the lessons you're supposed to teach, and that's our duty as teachers. We're a boarding school; these young masters and misses won't cause any trouble. If you do what you're supposed to do in class, I can guarantee you'll get what you're owed." The teachers heard what they wanted to hear most, so they didn't say anything more and immediately adjourned the meeting to prepare for the morning's classes. Yang Xiaorong wanted to say something to Jiang Nan, but when she heard that Jiang Nan was going to his office for a conference call with the education bureau leaders, she didn't say anything and went to her office.
Jiang Nan entered his private office, but there was no conference call. He quickly turned on his computer and started a video program. The screen opened, showing a window similar to a video player. The picture was very clear, and it seemed to show what appeared to be under a table, with under a chair in the center of the screen.
Staring intently at the screen, Jiang Nan muttered to herself, "Why isn't she back yet? Everyone's offices are so close together. I've already come back and turned on the computer, why isn't she back?" A moment later, a pair of long, slender legs appeared on the screen, clad in light white stockings and white high heels. It was Yang Xiaorong's beautiful legs in stockings!
Jiang Nan's eyes widened as she stared at the monitor: Yang Xiaorong sat back down at her desk and took off her white high heels. She didn't have classes for the first two periods in the morning, so she needed to prepare lessons in the office. Wearing high heels was tiring for her feet, so she had developed the habit of changing into comfortable shoes in the office, since her feet didn't smell too bad. After taking off her white high heels, Yang Xiaorong took out a pair of golden high-heeled sandals from the bottom drawer of her desk. They also had thin heels, but only a wide golden stripe across the instep, exposing the heel and toes. Wearing these golden high-heeled sandals was both comfortable and stylish. Yang Xiaorong never dreamed that her entire process of changing shoes would be seen. A hidden camera under the table exposed her beautiful legs and feet to a man. She also never imagined that her ordinary, mundane act of changing shoes would make a man drool. "
So beautiful!" Jiang Nan exclaimed inwardly, staring at the monitor. On the screen, Yang Xiaorong's lower body was completely visible. Her silk-stockinged feet, now clad in golden high-heeled sandals, were mostly exposed. Her sexy, delicate toes were sometimes close together, sometimes apart, appearing both graceful and dignified, yet alluringly sexy. Her long, white legs, encased in light white stockings, were also perfectly proportioned. For comfort, Yang Xiaorong had crossed her right leg over her left, causing her right stockinged foot to naturally lift the golden high-heeled sandal suspended in mid-air. Yang Xiaorong seemed to be humming a song, causing her legs to rhythmically shake, her right high heel swaying back and forth with the movement of her stockinged feet… Jiang Nan had secretly installed a pinhole camera under Yang Xiaorong's desk; it even had a zoom function. His foot fetish immediately adjusted the angle and zoomed in. The zoomed-in image focused primarily on Yang Xiaorong's playfully shaking feet.

He could clearly see the stockinged feet of the young woman he had secretly admired for so long; the image was so clear he could see the finely knitted threads of the light white stockings. Jiang Nan was incredibly aroused, his breathing quickening. He instinctively reached into his pocket and pulled out the flesh-colored stockings he had previously hidden there. The stockings had been crumpled into a ball. Jiang Nan carefully unfolded them, wrapping them layer by layer around his hands, greedily inhaling their scent, rubbing them against his face, and beginning to lightly kiss the flesh-colored fabric.
Looking at your beautiful legs, smelling their fragrance, gently kissing these stockings, I just want to kiss your alluring legs!
Jiang Nan silently thought to himself. It turned out that the flesh-colored stockings in his hand were the very ones Yang Xiaorong had worn!

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