My paradise

Author: Xiao 11 Lang
My Pleasure Land - Student Zhang Qin
I am an ordinary teacher at an ordinary middle school, a recent college graduate who doesn't even have a girlfriend yet. I currently work as a high school homeroom teacher, and my students are all 17 or 18 years old. For a teacher, the school is their world, the classroom is their stage, and nurturing students is their responsibility.
When I first entered the school, I was full of ideals, wanting to become a qualified teacher. However, various disappointments in life changed my perspective and affected my entire teaching career.
High school students nowadays have already developed; the boys are all very tall, and the girls have full breasts, though some are petite and cute. As a teacher, I don't care much about their appearance; I only know how to strictly demand things of them, until one day... That
day, as usual, I was checking the self-study discipline in the classroom when a little girl named Zhang Qin raised her hand. I went over and saw that she had academic problems, so I patiently explained them to her.
The weather was very hot, and the electric fan in the classroom wasn't very effective, so the students were mostly wearing only one layer of clothing. When I finished explaining the problem, I looked up and suddenly realized I could see into Zhang Qin's neckline. I quickly looked away and continued teaching her, then gave her a problem to solve on her own.
While she was working on the problem, I tried to tell myself not to think about things I shouldn't, but I couldn't help looking at her. Through her drooping neckline, I saw a patch of snow-white breasts, her small breasts encased in her bra. I straightened up slightly, and her adorable pink nipples immediately came into view. Her breasts were small, and the slightly oversized bra couldn't hide her fair skin; from my angle, I could see everything.
Just as I was lost in thought, Zhang Qin called my name. It turned out she had finished. I quickly snapped out of it and continued explaining, sensing she hadn't noticed me looking at her.
From then on, I began to pay attention to this petite and lovely girl. I've never been interested in overly voluptuous or mature women; I've always had a soft spot for delicate, petite girls. And Zhang Qin was exactly that type.
Her petite figure was encased in her school uniform. Although she was small, her breasts, like other girls', were full and shapely. When she proudly puffed out her chest, they were equally curvaceous. She looked so adorable; her hips weren't very full, and she had thin lips and lovely eyes. I found myself liking her more and more the more I looked at her, but reason told me I couldn't like her because I was her teacher.
One evening during self-study, she came to ask me a question again. She stood beside me, so close that I could even smell her faint, youthful fragrance. I explained the question, and she listened intently, slowly moving closer to me. Suddenly, I had the urge to hug her, but my heart told me that if I did, I would definitely suffer the consequences, so I could only silently restrain myself.
I deliberately spoke slowly, keeping her by my side for the entire class, carefully studying her face. When class ended, I had to let her go. I walked her to the office door, watching her departing figure. She was very thin, only about 1.5 meters tall, but she evoked a deep sense of tenderness in me.
The next day was Saturday. At noon, I went to check the student dormitories and chatted with the dormitory supervisor. She left later, telling me to check as I pleased. I looked around the dormitories, and students greeted me occasionally. Since I was a teacher, it was normal for me to visit the dormitories, including the girls'.
Later, I unintentionally saw the student registration form for Saturdays in the duty room: 306, Zhang Qin went home. For some reason, my heart started pounding whenever I saw her name. Then I noticed that all four of her roommates had gone home. Suddenly, my heart pounded even harder, and a bold idea popped into my head. I couldn't miss this opportunity; I had to act, or I would regret it.
I called Zhang Qin to my office and said, "Tomorrow is Sunday. If you're not going home, I'll come to school during the holiday to tutor you."
Zhang Qin immediately replied, "Teacher, I was originally going home, but since that's the case, I won't go back. Going back next week is fine too. When are you coming?"
"How about 8 a.m. tomorrow? We can meet in the classroom?"
"Okay," she said excitedly.
For safety's sake, I pressed her, "So, are you the only one in your dorm not going home?"
"Yes," she replied happily and left. I watched her departing figure, secretly pleased.
That afternoon, I had no classes and pretended to have something to do, so I went to the student dormitory. The dormitory manager, used to my presence, assumed I was there to check the dorms again and let me in alone. While she wasn't looking, I put sleeping pills in her thermos, because she was going to check the dorms that night, so I needed her to get some sleep. Then I went to room 306, put sleeping pills in Zhang Qin's water glass, poured in water, and watched the pills dissolve, a feeling of pleasure welling up inside me. Then I hurriedly left the dorm, waiting for night to fall.
At 9:30 PM, when the student dorms close, the dormitory manager usually checks the dorms. I easily entered the girls' dormitory and hid under the rarely used stairs on the west side.
At ten o'clock, the lights went out, and my heart was pounding. I was about to put my plan into action, and I felt guilty. I knew it was illegal, and if people found out, I would never be able to continue teaching. But I was still incredibly excited. Perhaps everyone has criminal thoughts; the novelty was intensely stimulating me, and my palms were sweaty. But I knew I was about to get the girl of my dreams. At
10:30, I quietly approached the dormitory supervisor's door. I listened for a while, but there was no sound; they were probably asleep. It seemed the sleeping pills had worked. I carefully went up to the third floor, but I heard voices. It turned out that some girls in the dorms were still awake, chatting. To avoid making noise, I went back to the stairs and waited for over an hour.
At midnight, it was deep into the night, with only the chirping of crickets; it was very quiet. I mustered my courage and went to the door of room 306. I pushed the door open, knowing that the keys were with the supervisor, and students usually didn't lock the doors. To avoid being seen, I put a stocking over my head and then quietly closed the door.
I first checked Zhang Qin's cup; it was empty. She'd finished the water, so she must be fast asleep. I reached for the bedside, and through the moonlight streaming into the room, I saw Zhang Qin sleeping soundly. Her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, her thin lips were tightly closed, and her breathing was slow.
Seeing all this, I felt a surge of emotion, a feeling I couldn't describe. I told myself, "Let me be a beast for once. I must have this lovely girl. Maybe I can fall in love with her someday, and maybe I can even marry her when she graduates." Things had come to this point; I couldn't give up.
With a firm resolve, I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. My tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her saliva—it was slightly sweet. I then kissed her cheek. Zhang Qin didn't react at all; she remained fast asleep. Looking again at this little girl who could be my lovely little sister, I hardened my heart. Regardless of what the future held, I pulled back her thin blanket.
It was late summer; the weather wasn't hot, even a little cool. Zhang Qin, under the covers, wore a pair of pure white briefs, her two snow-white legs right in front of me. Although she was my student, I still hadn't had a chance to see above her knees.
I gently stroked her thighs, but she still didn't react, which emboldened me. I took off her undershirt; there was no bra underneath, and a pair of small breasts were clearly exposed before me. I stared intently at these breasts, which I had seen before, for a long time, finally able to look openly without having to peep.
Zhang Qin's breasts weren't large, but they were very firm. Her nipples were the size of soybeans, and her areolas were the size of a two-cent coin, very light in color—I wasn't sure if they were pink because the lights were off. I began to caress her breasts; my palm could completely cover them. I stimulated her nipples, and slowly I could feel them harden. A wave of immense satisfaction washed over me. I guessed she herself had rarely touched these breasts; this lovely virgin territory was now being cultivated by her teacher.
I gradually increased the pressure, squeezing her breasts. Zhang Qin was still asleep, and I felt her breasts harden as well. My hand moved down her breasts, brushing against her abdomen like a gentle breeze. There was no fat at all; she was very thin, you could even see her ribs.
My hand didn't linger on her lower abdomen; it went straight into her panties. I touched her short, sparse pubic hair, then felt her labia—cold and dry, not moist at all. I knew she was definitely inexperienced; if she were, after such caresses, her genitals would definitely be very moist.
I was like a wild beast, nothing could stop me. I stripped off all my clothes and climbed onto her small bed. My penis was throbbing with blood, erect and ready to conquer a girl about to be ravaged, a lovely virgin. My glans was glistening with fluid.
I began kissing this petite, unresponsive body, the sweet scent of a young girl filling my nostrils. Now that it was safe, I changed my plans. I wanted to savor this feast, to enjoy it slowly.
I kissed Zhang Qin's lower abdomen, then casually removed the only piece of clothing she was wearing—her shorts. A naked body was completely exposed before me, and my blood pressure soared.
Zhang Qin's breasts were prominent, her legs were pressed tightly together without a gap, and her pubic hair was sparse and short, nothing like her long, black hair.

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