Lamb Mother Pan Xinya 2

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Ningwai Middle School has been established for quite some years. In recent years, environmental improvements have been strengthened, and some old buildings and

facilities are being renovated and rebuilt little by little. There are several piles of sand and gravel on campus, and several workers are working diligently,

creating bursts of noise.

Pan Xinya, who was already worried about the changes in her son's transfer, was even more annoyed by the noise.

She hugged her arms, wrapped her jacket tighter, and walked quickly past with her head down. Her originally full breasts were lifted by her arms,

drawing a graceful curve, appearing even more perky, and jiggling slightly as she walked quickly, seemingly containing

amazing elasticity. It was even more obvious from the side. A migrant worker was a little dazed and nudged the old man next to him with his elbow,

"That girl, she's fucking hot."

Xinya looked at the dust on the ground and remembered the bullying incident that Chengcheng discovered when he went to the restroom.

They were both small, what if it was Chengcheng who was grabbed by the collar and pinned to the ground? Construction sand and gravel were piled up everywhere.

What if someone got hurt? Xin Ya didn't dare to think about it. That tall, troublesome guy wasn't even afraid of her;

what if he bullied Cheng Cheng? She hoped Principal Ren would discipline him.

Because her conversation with Ren Ping had taken up some time, and she needed to rush back to the high school for classes during the third and fourth periods, taking a taxi at this time would

definitely be congested. It seemed she would have to take the subway. Xin Ya quickened her pace, leaving Ningwai Junior High School and heading towards the subway entrance

.

Old Zheng, a construction worker and materials manager for the Ningwai Junior High School construction project, was currently seething with anger

as he walked out of the school. His anger stemmed from a mix of rage and lust. His anger stemmed from the fact that the quality inspection materials were mismatched,

for which he had been severely reprimanded by the project's deputy manager, a complete idiot, and forced to restock. His plan

to sneak a peek at the dance instructor's class on Monday seemed doomed. His lust stemmed from just seeing a

woman even more alluring than the dance instructor; her ample breasts barely contained by her jacket, her shapely buttocks barely concealed by her loose skirt.

That one glance had already sent a surge of heat through Old Zheng's lower abdomen. He felt he would die instantly if he could have sex with her.

To save time, Old Zheng gritted his teeth and entered the subway. The journey to Xianlin was far, and he didn't know how much it

would cost—much more expensive than taking the bus.

Ningcheng had a huge population, and the subway was always crowded; some even jokingly called it hell for travelers and

paradise for perverts. But imagine, in a sardine-can-like environment, a normal man pressed against a

beautiful woman would inevitably have a physical reaction. It's more accurate to call it a breeding ground for perverts than a paradise for them!

Every now and then there are reports of perverts being caught on the Ningcheng subway. Of course, there are countless others still at large,

probably still cautiously operating on various subway lines.

It's 9 AM, rush hour, and subway lines 1, 2, and 3 are packed with people, making it nearly impossible to move

. The slow, inching flow of people entering the station contrasts sharply with the speeding trains. Old Zheng, shameless

, squeezed into the subway amidst the grumbling around him. Even with his years of bricklaying and decent physique, he was still completely overwhelmed by the crowd. As

the doors closed, another wave of people swept in, pushing him into a corner. Old Zheng couldn't stop in

time and bumped into a soft body.

"Ah!" A soft cry came from ahead. Old Zheng, barely managing to stay upright by bracing himself against the car wall, found himself pressed

against a woman. The woman's body was very supple; she was pinned against the wall by him, her back to him, her hands struggling to support herself against

the car wall, but unable to budge an inch. Old Zheng endured the pushing force of the crowd while simultaneously feeling

the resistance from the soft, fragrant body in front of him, creating a sensation of both ice and fire.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Although Old Zheng's right hand was also struggling to support himself against the car wall,

there was absolutely no gap between them. He felt his chest pressed against the woman's back, his thigh against hers

, and even his lower abdomen against her buttocks. The intense sensation aroused Old Zheng.

He took a deep breath; the unpleasant odor from the crowded people behind him mingled with the faint fragrance emanating from the woman he was pressed against the wall

, further stimulating his senses, and his penis gradually became erect.

Old Zheng couldn't help but feel a little scared. If the other woman was wary and sensitive, and immediately confronted him with

a loud slap or turned around to slap him, he'd probably be in jail for a few days. But the carriage

was so crowded, she couldn't just assume he did it on purpose. Old Zheng began to scrutinize the woman in front of him.

Although he couldn't see her face, her alluring figure was at least a sight to behold. Her slightly wavy

, medium-length hair and black jacket looked vaguely familiar. He quietly moved half a body to the right and vaguely saw her

profile. This…this was the beautiful teacher he saw this morning! Old Zheng's breathing became rapid. That charming, sexy

beauty, pinned against the wall in this crowded carriage?

Old Zheng continued to brace himself against the wall with his right hand, while his left hand, unsure of what to do, tried to press the back of his hand against her thigh…the

feel was indeed stockings! At this moment, Old Zheng, who had initially been somewhat worried, no longer felt fear in his eyes. His pent-up desire

erupted like a volcano, completely uncontrollable.

Xinya, who had just squeezed onto the subway, was texting her husband, updating him on their son's situation and complaining about

the crowded subway in Ningcheng. She had thought finding a corner would be more comfortable, at least avoiding being crammed in with people all around her,

but just now, a man bumped into her and pinned her against the wall in a very embarrassing position. This awkward

and awkward situation made Xinya breathless; if it weren't for her hand supporting her, her face would have been pressed against the wall

.

The person behind her was completely on top of her, and Pan Xinya felt uncomfortable. However, the whole carriage was so

crowded that she couldn't be too dramatic. She saw a dusty right hand reaching out from behind, struggling against the wall

, probably also enduring the crowd behind it. "Maybe I should just bear with it," Xinya sighed softly, inwardly grumbling about

why her husband hadn't replied to her message.

Suddenly, Xinya felt something brushing against her thigh, lightly touching it. "What is it?" Xinya

frowned slightly, feeling something was off. Was the man behind her harassing her? But then she worried that she was being too sensitive

. Just then, Xinya felt that thing rubbing against her thigh again, then pressing completely against it.

It was a hand! Xinya exclaimed inwardly. So before it had been testing with the back of its hand, and seeing she hadn't reacted,

it was now directly stroking her with its palm. This hand was brazenly roaming over her thigh, its fingers slightly trembling.

Through the thin stockings, Xin Ya could even feel the warmth of that large hand. Shocked and furious, Xin Ya tried to turn around

to warn the harasser behind her.

But just as she turned her head to turn, the other person's right hand pressed down on her shoulder, slamming her back against

the wall! Xin Ya's right hand, supporting her against the wall,

couldn't bear the weight, her entire forearm pressed against the wall. Then, the other person's right hand attacked from behind again, grabbing her right hand and pressing it firmly against the wall, rendering her immobile. Too arrogant! Before Xin Ya could

react, the other person's restless left hand,

which had been caressing her thigh through the stockings, began a new movement, slowly moving upwards from one side of her thigh, touching her round, beautiful buttocks beneath her skirt.

Pressed heavily against the wall, Xinya bit her lip, fine beads of sweat glistening on her delicate face. She regretted

choosing a skirt over a pencil skirt earlier; although a pencil skirt would attract more attention from lecherous men,

at least the fitted hem wouldn't make it so easy for a large hand to slip inside.

Now, the skirt was compromised, and Xinya's plump, round buttocks had become her playthings,

changing shape under the force of her touch. The large hand would sometimes gently caress, sometimes roughly knead, sometimes tease

her buttocks with its fingers. What made Xinya even more uneasy was that she felt her fingernails scratching at

the stockings covering her buttocks; the sharp nails hooked into the stockings, slightly digging into her flesh, the tingling sensation making her

dizzy. Then, Xinya felt a large, hard object pressing against her buttocks, squeezing her flesh

with the slight swaying of the subway .

This…this could be… Although Xinya was reserved and dignified, she was, after all, a married

woman, and naturally guessed what it was. “How dare you…” Xinya struggled violently, twisting her

hips to stop the intrusion of the hard object. However, the struggle, with the repeated impacts and friction of Xinya's elastic, upturned buttocks,

seemed to further stimulate the other person's bestiality; she could even hear the panting of a hungry wolf.

Suddenly, the other person released Xinya's hands. Just as Xinya felt a sense of relief in her upper body, those hands actually

placed on her hips, one on each side, preventing her from moving around, while simultaneously lifting her hips backward, causing her alluring,

silky buttocks to slightly protrude.

If there weren't so many people on the subway blocking the view, one would see this breathtaking

scene—a tall, graceful, stunningly beautiful young woman with her upper body pressed against the wall, her red lips slightly parted, her sweaty hair sticking to

her clothes, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness. Her skirt was lifted high, draped around her waist, her stocking-clad buttocks

completely exposed to the air. Her sexy, rounded buttocks writhed incessantly, her slightly sheer legs trembling as they

tightly crossed, leaving no gap for anyone to take advantage.

Behind the stunning young woman was a filthy migrant worker, his face lewd and ferocious. His two large, dusty hands were

gripping her waist. Beneath his open shirt, a thick, hard penis, veins bulging, its purplish-brown

glans secreting fluid, reached towards the woman's trembling, helpless body… Her

violent struggles were reduced to futile tremors under the overwhelming force. A thick, hard object pressed against her, parting

her elastic buttocks, pressing against Xin Ya's thighs through the stockings, and suddenly thrust hard. "Mmm…"

Xin Ya groaned softly, her mouth shut, able to feel the terrifying shape and temperature of the hard object even through the stockings. Xin Ya felt

the changes in her body, somewhat bewildered, her body gradually becoming numb and losing strength. No! A surge

of physical sensations overwhelmed her, filling her with shame and humiliation—a kind of invisible betrayal.

"No!" Xin Ya cried out. Instantly, all eyes turned to her,

and the pervert behind her froze, startled. "Xinjie Station!" The announcement was just beginning. Xin Ya felt

the space behind her disappear, quickly turning around. The carriage was crowded; the pervert was long gone.

Xin Ya straightened her clothes, slumped against the wall, still shaken. Had she been too weak

? To be violated in public, through her stockings, in a rear-entry position—how utterly shameful!

She had heard of numerous incidents of perverts harassing women on the Ningcheng subway, but hadn't believed them. Now, having encountered it herself,

she was too ashamed to speak up. She couldn't let it happen again. Lost in her thoughts

, Pan Xin Ya overlooked the fact that her all-black outfit was actually quite unremarkable.

In the restroom of Xinjie Station subway station, a migrant worker sat on the toilet, rapidly masturbating,

his head tilted back, low growls escaping his throat. Suddenly, a spasm occurred, and thick streams of white

semen spurted onto the restroom door. "It should have been on your ass, on your thighs, you little slut,"

Old Zheng thought viciously. "Next time I catch you, I'll pin you against the wall and fuck you hard,

shooting it all inside you!"

"Ningcheng Foreign Language Middle School," Old Zheng squinted, wiping his still somewhat erect

penis with the corner of his shirt.

After the second period in the morning, Zhao Hui was called to the senior year office by his Chinese teacher, an

older woman with a bad temper, who immediately launched into a tirade of abuse.

"Look at yourself now! You don't hand in your homework! You cheated on your math exam! You didn't write your essay on your Chinese exam!

Now you're sitting in the front row and playing with this thing! Do you even want to study anymore?" The Chinese teacher waved a

small black object in front of Zhao Hui's eyes and shouted.

"..." Zhao Hui remained silent, his face blank.

"Ningcheng Foreign Language School is a key school. Look at yourself now! If you don't work harder, with this

score, you won't even get into a vocational college!"

"..."

"I just don't understand. Your grades were pretty good in your second year of high school, you were

in the top fifty of the grade several times. What happened to you? Is something bothering you? Is the pressure too much? Or are you dating some girl?" The Chinese

teacher sighed, exasperated.

"..." Zhao Hui still seemed not to hear, his eyes staring blankly ahead behind his thick glasses

.

The Chinese teacher was clearly angered by Zhao Hui's indifference. She took a deep breath, preparing for another round of

spittle flying, "You..." Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye and held back.

Pan Xinya walked in, her figure graceful and elegant, her demeanor dignified, though she looked somewhat tired.

"Good morning, Teacher Sun. What's wrong? Did Zhao Hui get into trouble again?" Xin Ya's desk was in a corner.

She greeted Teacher Sun with a smile as she walked past Zhao Hui to her seat.

Teacher Sun picked up a black object and replied, "Xiao Pan, Zhao Hui from your class really needs to be disciplined.

He was playing with this thing during my class just now." Xin Ya put her things down at her seat and went over to take the small object. It was a GoPro

action camera. Xin Ya turned her head and asked Zhao Hui, "Why did you bring this to class?"

Zhao Hui was momentarily stunned before realizing what she meant. "I'm a little behind in class, so I wanted to record Teacher Sun's lessons

so I can review them at home." As Zhao Hui answered, he fiddled with the GoPro camera, and soon

the footage of Teacher Sun's lesson appeared.

Ms. Sun's expression softened considerably. "Why didn't you answer when I asked you earlier? Pay attention in class next time. If you

don't understand something, come to the office and ask me. If you study hard, you'll definitely do well." Xin Ya smiled at Xie Hui as well.

"The same goes for English. If you have any difficulties, just come to me. I won't confiscate this, but don't bring valuables

to school next time." Zhao Hui took the GoPro, and Mu Mu nodded.

Xinya glanced at her watch. "Alright, class is about to start. Help the teacher carry the homework, let's go to class together." Just

as Xinya and Zhao Hui were about to leave the office, Teacher Sun called out to Xinya, "Teacher Pan, wait a minute! Zhao Hui,

you go back and distribute the homework first, I have something to say to Teacher Pan."

After Zhao Hui left the office, Teacher Sun pulled Xinya to her side, patted the back of her skirt, "Where have you been

? It's covered in dust." Xinya thought of those two dirty hands and the humiliating experience she had that morning, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and casually replied

, "Thank you, Teacher Sun, I can do it myself."

The third period was about to begin. Zhao Hui, who was hiding to the side, watched Xinya's departing figure, a

hint of hatred flashing in his eyes. He had seen handprints of dust on Xinya's skirt in the office, which had now been wiped away, but

there was still some dust faintly visible on the black stockings under the skirt. He suddenly had a guess. Zhao Hui, carrying a thick stack of

English homework, quietly followed her upstairs, thinking, "I should be able to verify my guess when we get to the stairwell..."

As Xin Ya carried her teaching materials upstairs, she caught a glimpse of Zhao Hui staring at her intently in the stairwell on the next floor. She

smiled wryly, "Didn't I tell you to go ahead? Why are you slower than me?"

Zhao Hui lowered his homework and whispered, "I just went to the restroom."

"Hurry up, or we'll both be late."

"Okay," Zhao Hui replied casually, hunching over and following Xin Ya. Little did Xin Ya know that

beneath the thick stack of homework, Zhao Hui's enormous penis, so incongruous with his tall, thin, bookish demeanor, was

pointing directly at her back, an exaggerated bulge forming in his crotch.

Just moments before, as Xin Ya went upstairs, her black skirt swayed slightly with her steps, and

Zhao Hui, following behind, deliberately crouched down, squinting as he peered under her skirt. Looking up, the skirt could no longer

conceal Xin Ya's sexy thighs and alluring buttocks, exuding a deadly temptation beneath the thin black stockings

. Zhao Hui wanted nothing more than to rush up and tie Xin Ya to the stairwell and caress her.

However, what made Zhao Hui even more parched was that the scene before him confirmed his earlier suspicions—the

stockings covering Xin Ya's thighs and buttocks were covered with dense, varying shades of gray handprints, and

in some places, they were even slightly run.

"My dear homeroom teacher, what have you been through?" Zhao Hui, holding his homework, suddenly thought of the GoPro in his pocket

and revealed a meaningful smile.

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