Lamb Mother Pan Xinya 4

Fourth The next morning, students were all engaged in morning reading in their classrooms. Their cheerful voices filled every corner of

Ningwai High School , the entire campus brimming with youthful energy and vitality. 　　"Tap...tap..." 　　On the fourth floor of the teaching building, a crisp, rhythmic thud mingled with the morning reading, approaching from afar . This captivating sound seemed to possess a magical power; though not loud, it attracted the attention of some students. Some sharp-eared boys tilted their ears slightly, hearing the sound of a sharp object colliding with the ground, a cold and mechanical rhythm. But for some reason, each sound seemed to strike their heartbeats, itching, thirsting, yet with no outlet. 　　"Tap...tap..." 　　As the sound grew closer, a beautiful figure appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor of the teaching building. A beautiful face, with a pair of bright, spring-like eyes, and light brown, slightly wavy, medium-length hair cascading softly over her shoulders, added a touch of vibrancy to this dignified and elegant woman. Beneath her light gray uniform was a mature and voluptuous body; her slender waist accentuated the proud curves of her chest, and the alluring curves of her pencil skirt led down to a pair of shapely, firm long legs. Light gray, high-quality stockings, as thin as cicada wings, gently enveloped her jade-like legs, shimmering with a hazy glow in the morning sunlight. On her feet were a pair of black, strappy stiletto heels, the straps binding her slender ankles. With each graceful step, the crisp sound of her heels stimulated the senses of the men listening intently. 　　As this graceful figure passed by each classroom door, she attracted a flurry of gazes. Eyes, some envious, some burning with desire, followed her alluring profile from the front door to the side window, finally watching her disappear through the back door with lingering affection. Afterwards, the classrooms on the fourth floor resumed their morning reading sessions, but the order was no longer as uniform as before; some were distracted, others whispered amongst themselves. 　　This graceful figure herself had no idea that simply walking down the corridor in high heels had disrupted classroom order and inadvertently stirred up some innocent boys' beautiful fantasies about maturity and desire. 　　Pan Xinya hurried through the school corridor, yawning slightly, and headed towards the office. 　　"Luckily it wasn't English morning reading today, otherwise I'd be late," 　　Xinya sighed softly, somewhat helplessly, and muttered to herself. "It's all Old Wei's fault for messing with me like that last night. I was bullied, and that bastard was so excited! How indecent!" Xin Ya's pretty face flushed slightly, and she subconsciously rubbed her full, round buttocks. Actually, not only her buttocks, but many parts of her body still ached slightly, a testament to the intensity of last night's struggle. 　　Xin Ya recalled how her husband, Wei Mingyu, had imitated the lecherous man who had harassed her on the subway, pressing her hard against the bedroom door and aggressively interrogating her about the harassment, then mimicking his actions one by one. The rough kneading and the beast-like panting made Xin Ya feel that her husband behind her was a complete stranger. 　　Ignoring Xin Ya's screams and pleas for mercy, without even removing her loose sweater and stockings, her husband, as if possessed , pressed down on her body, twisting her hands behind her back, and then roughly ripped the stockings open from the crotch. Before Xin Ya could react, her underwear was pushed aside, and then a large hand pressed down on her waist, causing her buttocks to involuntarily rise higher. Then, a hot, hard object was forced into her still-wet lower body, thrusting in forcefully . There was no skill involved; her husband simply thrust into her again and again in the most primal and brutal way, his erection stronger and thicker than usual, accompanied by Xin Ya's moans and groans. But for a few moments, Xin Ya felt as if she were being raped, even… as if she were being raped by the man who had harassed her on the subway earlier that day… 　　Last night's lovemaking was indeed more passionate and stimulating than usual, and Xin Ya's body was fully satisfied. She always felt that sex lacking sweetness and love couldn't be considered intimacy or lingering affection; it was merely the release of desire . Exhausted afterwards, Xin Ya lay on her side on the bed, not receiving the usual warm embrace and kisses, but instead met with her husband's numb and confused gaze, a gaze that seemed to conceal a kind of obsessive desire. 　　Xin Ya was actually quite disgusted that her husband would make love to her in that state. 　　Thinking of this, Xin Ya couldn't help but feel depressed. Although her husband, Wei Mingyu, wasn't exactly a gentle gentleman, he was always very attentive to her and considerate of her feelings during intimacy. Xinya didn't doubt whether her husband truly cared for her, but she had a vague feeling that he might have some strange fetish related to the harassment she had experienced. 　　In the past, whenever her husband heard about being harassed or taken advantage of, he would become unreasonable, insisting on knowing the details of the harassment and not letting any small thing slip by. At first, Xinya thought her husband wanted to understand what had happened so he could comfort her, and she was happy to confide in him about her grievances. But last night, her husband was already simulating the harassment scenario, playing with her. 　　"Maybe it's because we won't see each other for almost a month, and he wants to try something exciting? Or is it that I'm too conservative and can't let go..." 　　Xinya pondered, trying to justify herself. She also hoped this was just a coincidence, and that her husband hadn't developed some strange fetish, otherwise she really didn't know how to face their future sex life. 　　Pan Xinya composed herself and pushed open the door to the grade-level office. With the increase in faculty and staff over the past two years, the office layout had been adjusted several times, making the already small office even more cramped, with narrow aisles between desks. 　　At this moment, only two or three science teachers were in the front row; the others were either leading morning reading sessions or hadn't arrived yet. The teachers in the front row all looked up to greet Xinya. Xinya smiled and greeted them in return , then walked to her seat. 　　"Zhao Hui? What are you doing in the office?" 　　Xinya frowned. Xinya's seat was in the corner by the window. A tall, thin student sat beside his desk, his hands awkwardly clasped together, looking uneasy and nervous. Zhao Hui still respected his consistently strict homeroom teacher and stammered, "Ah, I…I…I didn't do well on the previous diagnostic test. I reviewed the questions on the test again , but I still don't understand some of them." 　　"You can't come during morning reading; you can come during breaks or self-study periods."

Xin Ya's tone was still reproachful, but her expression softened slightly. She sidestepped past Zhao Hui, her back to him, and
walked through the narrow aisle between the two desks, about a meter wide.

Seeing Xin Ya approach, Zhao Hui cautiously took a step to the right. He glanced sideways at his left; his usually strict
homeroom teacher was passing by. But from another angle, there was his unattainable goddess,
her beautiful buttocks slightly upturned, her back to him in the narrow aisle! A captivating fragrance mixed with a faint perfume wafted towards him,
stimulating Zhao Hui's senses. He breathed heavily, momentarily bewitched. He cautiously looked around, making sure
no teacher was watching, and then gently bumped into her to the left.

Xin Ya, unaware of what was behind her, stumbled from the bump. The aisle was already narrow,
and Xin Ya's center of gravity shifted forward, her lower body caught by the adjacent desk, causing her upper body to fall forward as well. Xin Ya quickly reached out to brace herself against the neighboring table,
but this position caused her buttocks to stick up high, pressed tightly against Zhao Hui's left waist and thigh.

Zhao Hui was overwhelmed by the soft, elastic touch, his mind going blank. Looking at Xin Ya now
, her plump buttocks squeezed into an alluring peach shape, she looked even more alluring. This erotic scene made Zhao Hui's lower body throb
with lust, and he pushed Xin Ya slightly with his right hip. Xin Ya's buttocks were pressed again, the two cheeks
squeezing outwards once more, looking as if they were about to burst out of her pencil skirt…

"Mmm…"

Xin Ya, who was about to get up, was attacked a second time. Her thighs were pressed against the table, her upper body leaning forward again,
making it difficult to breathe, and she couldn't help but let out an alluring panting. Xin Ya was both ashamed and angry. She shrugged and stepped out of the aisle, quickly
turning around, her beautiful crescent-shaped eyes glaring at Zhao Hui.

"You?!"

Zhao Hui immediately stepped aside the moment he bumped into Xin Ya, looking at her with a wronged expression. "Ah, you were just
walking by, and I wanted to let you pass, but I accidentally bumped into you." Zhao Hui pretended to
adjust his posture to avoid an awkward situation, which led to the unintentional second contact.

"Teacher Pan, are you alright?"

The other teachers turned around at the sound of their voices.

"No, no, I bumped into you by accident."

Xin Ya replied casually, catching her breath. Looking at Zhao Hui's lowered head, although
she couldn't see his eyes through his thick glasses, she guessed it was an innocent expression of fear of being scolded. Xin Ya felt a pang of sympathy. She
glanced at the other teachers who had been alerted, thinking that even if a student had the audacity, he wouldn't
dare to grope a teacher in the office. She thought he must have misunderstood, and feeling a little embarrassed, she quickly dismissed
him.

"Okay, you can go back now. It's good to review your mistakes promptly, but you still need to study diligently during morning reading time
. Come see me again after class or during self-study."

Xin Ya took off her jacket and draped it over the chair before sitting down in her seat.

Zhao Hui, still somewhat dazed, bent over, using his test paper to cover his excited lower body after his little trick succeeded, while
peering at Xin Ya's breasts through his thick glasses, and subconsciously replied ,

"Hmm... but there's too little time after class, and other teachers always take up self-study time, so there's not
much time to come to you for help..."

Unexpectedly, Xin Ya thought for a moment and said seriously, "Then come over after school this afternoon, and I'll give you a little tutoring
."

"Oh, okay."

Zhao Hui's eyes lit up, and he readily agreed, quickly leaving with a bent posture. After leaving the office, Zhao Hui
slowly closed the door, then suddenly looked back nervously, as if expecting something, or perhaps worried
about something. As the door slowly closed, a few whispers could be heard.

"Teacher Pan, you're too kind! There's no need to sacrifice your rest time for a few students!"
one teacher said, clutching a thermos, chatting with Pan Xinya.

"Exactly! The homeroom teacher is already busy enough; having to take care of problem students individually is exhausting. That
Zhao Hui… sigh," another teacher interjected, shaking her head helplessly.

"It's alright," Pan Xinya said, gently smoothing a strand of hair behind her ear, lightly interrupting the teachers' conversation, her tone
gentle yet firm. "Every student in this class is like my child; I have to be responsible for each and every one of them.
Don't be fooled by Zhao Hui's recent decline; his grades before the class reshuffle seemed quite good. He's a promising student
. If we nurture him properly, his grades will definitely improve."

"..."

Xin Ya's sincere and firm statement, though idealistic, left the two teachers with little room for further comment. One
teacher exclaimed, "Teacher Pan, you're so young yet so responsible. You're definitely deserving of this year's Outstanding Teacher award. If
all teachers in the world were like you, how wonderful that would be!"

"You flatter me,"

Xin Ya smiled and nodded. Thinking of the children's innocent smiles and their adorable expressions as they listened attentively, she
felt full of motivation. She was determined to give them a bright future, even if it meant giving it her all. Wasn't that
the greatness of the teaching profession?

Day after day, Pan Xin Ya began her workday once again. But what seemed like an ordinary day
was actually a time of undercurrents, with a small crisis approaching—under Pan Xinya's desk,
in a hidden corner next to the computer, a small webcam was pointed directly at her seat. Pan Xinya, engrossed in preparing her lesson,
was completely unaware that her slender, shapely legs in stockings, sometimes crossed, sometimes together, sometimes straight, sometimes
crossed over, were all being secretly recorded by Zhao Hui with a GoPro he had set up before Xinya arrived.

Pan Xinya was like a warm, kind lamb, pitying a lost little beagle. But this little beagle
was actually a wolf cub whose greedy nature had just awakened, drooling over this plump lamb.

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At Ningcheng Foreign Language Middle School, I absentmindedly followed my classmates in morning reading,
lost in thought as I recalled the gray handprint on my mother's stockings last night. Whose gray handprint was it? Was my mother cheating,
forced, or was she secretly touched?

"Given my mother's conservative nature, it definitely wasn't voluntary... So what happened?"

Was Mom forced against the wall, her black-stockinged buttocks roughly kneaded by a pervert's filthy hands? Or was it
... in a crowded place, a lecherous hand secretly slipped under her skirt, lightly groping her a few times when she wasn't paying attention?

Although I couldn't figure it out for a while, I silently imagined the scene, and my lower body quickly swelled up,
pressing against the bottom of the desk. "Damn it, why do I get hard when Mom is being bullied! How embarrassing!" I
shook my head in embarrassment, trying to dispel the erotic scenes in my mind. I held my textbook in one hand and reached under the desk with the other
to press down my excited little brother. Luckily, no one saw me.

"Hey, what are you thinking about so early in the morning? Tell me about it."

Accompanied by a stench of bad breath, Zhou Yan's big face suddenly came closer. This slacker, who was also just filling in during morning reading,
was winking at me with a lewd look on his face.

"No, only you would be so lewd, thinking about those dirty jokes during morning reading."

I gave him a disdainful look.

"Oh ho, I didn't say you were thinking about dirty jokes, you're just admitting it!" Zhou Yan laughed,
patting my shoulder, his voice several decibels louder. "Not bad, Chengzi, I didn't realize you, so refined, were
fantasizing about some low-class slut during morning reading! How about I show you some pictures? Guaranteed to be top-notch!"

I was immediately annoyed. My mother is an absolute beauty, possessing stunning looks, a great figure, and elegant demeanor!
Just look at the expressions and mannerisms of passersby on the street; calling her a walking aphrodisiac wouldn't be an exaggeration! Standing in front of you, Zhou Yan
, she's a noble swan that you, a toad, can't approach. How dare you call her a low-class slut?

My childish competitive spirit got the better of me, and I sneered, "Tch, what a joke!
Do I need to fantasize about other women like you? Besides, you haven't seen my mother. All the women you know combined
aren't even a fraction as beautiful as her."

Zhou Yan, a collector of beautiful women, wasn't having it either, and he started to argue back, raising his almost invisible
thin eyebrows and mocking, "Oh ho, I don't believe it. Pictures don't lie! Dare
to show me your mother-obsessed taste?"

"Damn it, then I'll show you!"

In a moment of impulsiveness, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through it, finding a beautiful photo of my mother wearing a hoodie from last night and handing it over.

"Just wait and see. I'm an old hand who's seen countless women..." Zhou Yan had just taken the phone, spitting as he spoke, when
a roar interrupted his boasting.

"Zhou Yan, are you done yet?!"

The homeroom teacher appeared at the door, exasperated.

"Zhou Yan, you come out here! Everyone else, continue your morning reading!"

Zhou Yan trembled at the teacher's shout, then rolled his eyes and
walked out with his little belly sticking out, seemingly unfazed under the students' gazes. I watched Zhou Yan's retreating figure with a hint of schadenfreude. Serves you right for being so arrogant! But
my smugness didn't last long before I realized something was wrong. Where was my phone? That bastard had stolen it!

A moment later, Zhou Yan's wailing echoed from outside the door.

"No...no, teacher! I won't do it again, don't tell my uncle! He'll beat me to death!"

As the wailing faded into the distance, the teacher had probably taken this idiot to the office.
The students, having lost interest in the drama, resumed their morning reading. But I was curious: who was Zhou Yan's uncle? Usually,
when they called the parents, it was the parents who were called, right?

===

...

I decided to test the waters and asked, "Why haven't you talked about women all day? Did the homeroom teacher scold you for being impotent
?"

Zhou Yan glared at me and then teased me, "I'll tell you if you're not angry."

"Go ahead, I'm not angry."

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Actually, after I left the office this morning, I went to the bathroom and took
a picture of your mom to masturbate. I need to recover."

"What?!"

I knew my mom's charm could easily bewitch him, but I didn't expect this chubby guy to be so
outrageous. My deskmate fantasized about my sexy and charming mom and even masturbated to her picture! But instead of feeling disgusted,
I felt excited... I knew that with my mom's figure, there were definitely many men who fantasized about her, but hearing
it from someone else's own mouth felt different.

Oh no, what if I set up a convertible here? That would be embarrassing. This is outside the school gate, and there are still many students nearby
. I shoved him away, ready to punch and kick this disgusting bastard.

Zhou Yan suddenly asked, "Hey, your mom came to our school yesterday, right?"

"Huh? You saw her?" I glanced at him, a little surprised.

"Yeah... she was the one who saved me from that jerk from the third year of junior high when I was fighting with him." Zhou Yan hesitated
, then said calmly. "It's... the teacher I told you about yesterday, the really sexy... really pretty teacher."

"Hey, you just said sexy! That's my mom! You can't talk about her like that!"

I was surprised and annoyed that Zhou Yan used such language to describe his mother.

"Hmm..." Zhou Yan was unusually quiet again.

I suddenly remembered something, recalling what Zhou Yan had said yesterday, and my heart skipped a beat. I questioned,
"By the way, you said you had a picture of the female teacher you met this morning, and it was really sexy. What's that about? You were talking about
my mom, right? How did you get such a sexy picture of my mom?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be your mom," Zhou Yan replied.

"And then?" I pressed, getting impatient.

He didn't answer, his head down. I was infuriated by his silence. "
Why didn't you tell me about my mom? You should have told me when you recognized her in the photo this morning! Why do you have the photo?"

"We're friends, right?" Zhou Yan avoided my questioning, staring at me with his small eyes.

"I'm asking you a question!" I yelled, getting impatient.

He took a breath and said seriously, "If you consider me a friend, I'll tell you."

"I'm asking you a question! You fucking answer me, did you take pictures of my mom without my permission?"

My mom's situation crossed my line. How dare a chubby kid about my age have
photos of my mom? And such explicit photos at that! I shoved him hard and growled at him.

Zhou Yan took two steps back, clearly frightened by my hysterical outburst, and also angry. "You suspect me?"

Passing classmates stopped to watch the two short guys confronting each other, and soon
a crowd of people of all heights gathered. I was somewhat dazed, but anger still flared within me.

"Then how come you have my mother's picture?" I pressed, approaching him and whispering my question, not wanting the onlookers
to hear. He didn't speak, his large, beady eyes glaring at me. After a moment, his expression turned somewhat
disappointed, and he said, "I thought we were friends, and now I want to tell you the truth, and you doubt me?"

"...Then answer me."

"Fine, impotent rage. You don't even know what your mother went through. Even if your mother was... never mind,
I won't tell you. Guess for yourself." He coldly uttered these words in my ear, shoved
me aside with his shoulder, and turned to leave.

I stood there, stunned. Perhaps I had really wronged him. But I desperately wanted to know about my mother,
which made it impossible for me to calm down. I wanted to grab him and punch him, forcing him to tell me everything, but
the shame of being watched stopped me. I quickly walked out of the crowd. Zhou Yan's last words unsettled me
, and my mind started racing. What had Mom gone through? What did Zhou Yan know? Why
would my classmate, whom I only met yesterday, know these things? What were those shocking photos of Mom that Zhou Yan had? Could they be
related to the dirty handprints on Mom's pantyhose yesterday...?

Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. "Chengcheng, over here!"

Dad's voice rang out. I looked up and saw his car parked on the side of the road, beckoning me to get in
. I composed myself and plopped down in the passenger seat.

"Get in the back, you're so disrespectful. We need to pick up your mom later," Dad said with a laugh.

I wasn't in the mood to joke around with Dad, but the thought of seeing Mom soon eased my mind a little. As soon as I climbed into the back
seat, Dad teased, "You got into a fight with a classmate the very next day? Who did you inherit that temper from?"

I tensed up and asked, "Did you hear everything?" "

I just saw it," Dad said slowly, starting the car. "A classmate, right?"

"Yeah."

"A real man should be more magnanimous, you know! Don't hold grudges over small things. Besides,
misunderstandings happen between people, but no misunderstanding is insurmountable..." Dad mumbled something to himself
, as if he were talking to me, but it didn't seem like he was.

"Ahem, just treat him to a meal, and they'll be fine."

I lowered my head. I probably really misunderstood Zhou Yan today, and I should apologize properly, but his
attitude of hiding it from me still annoyed me.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Dad continued, "I have two buffet vouchers near Daxingdian subway station.
You can treat him to a buffet on Friday."

I took the vouchers, thinking it was a good idea. Inviting Zhou Yan to dinner would not only ease tensions but also get some information about my mother
, and I could also enjoy a good meal. Why not? My mood improved. I
glanced out the window; the view was different from usual on my way home.

"Going to Mom's school?"

"Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow, so I'm picking you and your mom up for dinner today." Dad looked at me through the rearview mirror. "
Your mom said she'd cook, but she just called to say she has to tutor students and will be late. Let's
eat out."

"Oh."

I was secretly annoyed. Which scheming student was trying to get close to my mother again? He'd probably
sneak peeks at her white neck and full breasts while she was explaining problems to him, maybe even
pretending to accidentally brush his knee against her stockinged legs!

"Forget it, I've been overthinking things lately. Maybe it's not as serious as I imagine. Perhaps there aren't any
students with ulterior motives, and Zhou Yan's so-called 'explosive' photos are just his own exaggeration."

I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and tried to comfort myself. But the frustrating thing was, no matter how hard I tried
, I couldn't guess the right answer on the multiple-choice questions, but my wild imagination about my mother being persecuted seemed to come true...

At that moment, Xin Ya was indeed tutoring Zhao Hui. Because the desk wasn't spacious, the two were practically touching.
Zhao Hui's actions were exactly as I'd imagined. Besides, under the desk, GoPro was still
secretly recording Xin Ya's alluring lower body. Meanwhile, Zhou Yan sat in the back seat of a taxi, one hand on his crotch, the other
scrolling through photos on his phone—dozens of photos and two videos. The first two images showed a slender woman
supporting a seemingly drunk, obese, bald man, but the later ones... Zhou Yan wasn't wrong; they were undeniably explosive.

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