Arrogant teacher

Zhuozhi was twenty-seven years old. She came from a middle-class family; both her parents were civil servants. She started learning piano in kindergarten, and by sixth grade, she had reached performance level. She went to Australia for high school to study vocal music. Her strict upbringing resulted in weak interpersonal relationships during her school years. The praise from teachers and parents instilled a sense of superiority in her, and coupled with her good looks, it fostered a fishy arrogance in her interactions with others.

The only person who could make Zhuozhi put aside her arrogance was her foreign English teacher, Alex. Alex was of mixed English and French descent, and he spoke fluent English and French. His eyes were as blue as the Parisian sky in May. Zhuozhi, who had studied in Australia, prided herself on her fluent English. However, on their first meeting, Alex, in front of everyone, corrected Zhuozhi's Australian-accented English pronunciation.

This time, the usually highly praised Zhuozhi was thoroughly humiliated. The gazes of the crowd felt like silent slaps across her face.

One afternoon in early June, while students were at home studying for their final exams, Zhuozhi was in the music room preparing for the orchestra's graduation performance.

Zhuozhi suddenly needed to use the restroom, so she went to the women's restroom next to the music room.

However, the women's restroom was locked.

Frustrated, Zhuozhi had no choice but to go to the men's restroom. She hurried to the unlocked men's restroom, glancing left and right frequently, afraid of being seen.

Just as she was about to pull down her underwear, a series of hurried footsteps entered Zhuozhi's stall.

These footsteps were more startling than thunder. "Hopefully, it's a female colleague," Zhuozhi thought, pulling her legs back to avoid being seen by the person entering her purple Jimmy Choo high heels.

The person entered the stall next to Zhuozhi's. The sound of the zipper being pulled down was loud in the quiet restroom. Soon, the sound of water could be heard, imagining a jet of water gushing into the toilet bowl.

Terrified, Zhuozhi couldn't hold it in any longer and took the opportunity to urinate. She hoped the sound of the person urinating would cover her own.

The thought of herself and a man performing such a duet filled Zhuozhi with shame. A strange sensation arose below.

Zhuozhi snapped back to reality; the person next door had finished, the deep, forceful sound of running water had ceased.

Zhuozhi, however, was still urinating. The entire toilet echoed with the sound of her urination, crisp and clear like a canary's first song in spring.

Through the smooth black marble floor, she saw the man's hand constantly waving something; the shadow of that thing was reflected on the floor, large though she couldn't see it clearly.

The man finally left the stall, and Zhuozhi waited until the footsteps faded. She cleaned herself with toilet paper, discovering her secretions—sticky—and had to wipe vigorously three times to get clean.

She flushed the toilet and waited a while, fearing another might come.

Confirming it was safe, she unlocked the stall door. Then a strong hand pushed the door open.

Zhuozhi, startled, sat down on the toilet bowl.

Alex didn't speak, only gave a sly smile.

"You Hong Kong women always betray your ignorance by wearing perfume. I can tell it's you just by smelling it," Alex said. "Ms. Wong, guess what the students will think of you if they know you urinate in the men's restroom?" Cheuk Chi wanted to beg for mercy, but her arrogance wouldn't allow it. She couldn't reply.

"Your urination sounds very nice. Like my whistling," Alex whistled smugly. "Or, let me take a picture of us together now and post it on Facebook." He pulled out his phone with his right hand.

Cheuk Chi pressed his right hand down, stammering in English, "What do you want?" Alex didn't speak, but unzipped his pants.

When Cheuk Chi saw Alex's large, deep purple penis, her face flushed.

Alex, wanting to show off his foreign size, pressed the entire thing against Cheuk Chi's face, the base against her chin, the head on her forehead. Mischievously, Alex brushed his penis against Cheuk Chi's pretty face, knocking off her false eyelashes. The object left several transparent streaks on her thick powder.

Alex pulled up her left hand, gesturing for her to masturbate. Cho-Chi took it and thought Alex's member was as thick as a soda can, thinking, "Foreigners really do have big ones! Much bigger than my fiancé's." Cho-Chi's jaw dropped when she saw the head of his penis, as large as a baby's fist.

Seeing her expression, Alex gave a sly smile: "Suck it, whore! Don't you Hong Kong women really like foreigners? Don't you especially like being fucked by us?" All her arrogance had to be abandoned.

This arrogant female music teacher knelt in the toilet stall, performing oral sex on the man.

Cho-Chi tasted the saltiness of Alex's urine on her tongue and showed displeasure. Alex ignored her and thrust straight into Cho-Chi's mouth. Cho-Chi struggled to swallow even half of it, and after a few more thrusts, she choked.

Alex, dissatisfied, said, "You Chinese women, your oral skills are terrible!" He then pulled Cho-Chi up, forcing her to kneel on the toilet seat with her right knee. He forcefully pulled down Cho-Chi's mint green panties from behind.

At this moment, Zhuozhi's face was turned towards the wall; she could no longer resist the foreigner. "Ha, you've never been with such a hairy Chinese woman before. Don't you all shave?" Alex spread Zhuozhi's buttocks wide with his right hand, carefully observing her genitals, then shook his head, not quite satisfied.

He then inserted two fingers of his left hand into Zhuozhi's body. "Hehe, is it wet?" Zhuozhi endured it, yet also enjoyed it. Being possessed by a foreigner had always been her favorite sexual fantasy.

Then Alex withdrew his wet fingers. Zhuozhi had actually hoped for this moment.

Alex aimed his member and, with a "whoosh," shoved it in. "Ah!" Zhuozhi couldn't bear it at all. "It's so big! It hurts so much!" Zhuozhi's passage felt like it was being completely stretched open, a tearing pain shooting through her. Zhuozhi couldn't bear it, opening her mouth to breathe, and pushing away Alex's pelvis to avoid his forceful thrusts.

Alex wouldn't allow it. Alex used all his strength, determined to push the entire thing into Zhuozhi's body.

Although Alex knew that Asian women generally didn't have large breasts, he reached out and grabbed her right breast. Zhuozhi, who had spent two thousand yuan to support her confident bust, couldn't withstand Alex's large hand and was twisted and deformed.

Alex thrust forcefully, the sound of his body slapping against Zhuozhi's buttocks filling the entire bathroom.

Contrary to Zhuozhi's expectations, in her mind, foreign men always spent a long time on foreplay and were very stamina-hungry. Perhaps this mixed-race man hadn't even considered reaching Zhuozhi's orgasm; he finished in less than five minutes.

After Alex withdrew, he smeared the last few drops of semen on her anus; the shame of the sticky residue on her anus shattered all of Zhuozhi's pride. He whispered in Zhuozhi's ear, "Next time, I'll go in here. Wash your backside clean." Zhuozhi's anus felt like it had been coated with a thick layer of condensed milk.

However, the thought of potentially developing a relationship with Alex made Zhuozhi somewhat happy.

They tidied themselves up in the bathroom and walked out one after the other.

She hadn't had an orgasm, but she was satisfied.

Zhuozhi returned to the music room with a smile. She didn't care at all how well her students were practicing.

That night, Zhuozhi was practicing the zither while her mind wandered.

"That's fine. He's still mixed-race, and he can immigrate to Europe in the future. My student said he owns a house in Europe and is definitely richer than my fiancé. Good, I won't have to live in Tseung Kwan O anymore." "But how am I going to explain this to my colleagues?" "Forget it, I'll be with Alex then, immigrate to Europe, and won't have to stay at this company anymore." "Maybe I can have a blonde baby. My colleagues will definitely envy me. How about Charottle as the English name, like a child of the British royal family?" She smiled contentedly. Thinking this, Alex's abundant semen flowed out of her vagina, soaking the thin cotton pad. (

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