New English Teacher 1

The first chapter of "The New English Teacher 1"

describes the target of humiliation as the English teacher being the target of the

humiliation. The school, named Seito School, is situated in a lush, verdant environment that still retains some of the original features of Musashi. A magazine's school feature specifically mentions its beautiful campus, surrounded by green trees, almost excessively large and covered in lawns. The magazine states that first-time visitors might mistake it for an outside school.
This school is part of the church system. The small chapel standing in the center of the campus perfectly illustrates this. To the left, across the lawn, where you can see the gleaming cross on the chapel's roof, is a white building—the students' school building.
"When Japanese people think of 'teaching,' they associate it with 'teach,' but in England, it's rarely used except in very special circumstances, such as asking for directions to the station. They would say, 'Would you
tell me the way to the station?'"
Standing on the podium of Class 3-B, with a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, diligently teaching, was Miho Nishijo, who had just arrived as an English teacher a month prior.

"Teacher, how do you say 'I want to have sex with you' to a woman?"

a boy sitting in the corner of the classroom asked, and the whole class burst into laughter.

Mihoko, a new teacher, didn't yet have the ability or courage to deftly evade the boys' half-joking, lewd questions. But she couldn't get angry, so she could only blush and stand there helplessly, which only emboldened the boys to jeer even more.

Of course, if Mihoko weren't beautiful, the boys wouldn't be so eager to laugh at her. Her long years living abroad had cultivated a carefree atmosphere, and her beautiful figure was particularly striking, enough to arouse the curious eyes of the adolescent boys.

This day was no different from usual, with the boys constantly teasing her.

"Teacher, what color underwear are you wearing today?"

"Tell us about your first time having sex!"

"What are your thoughts on high school students' sexual behavior?"

Things had escalated to the point where they were out of control. The girls the teacher relied on could only whisper "How annoying," "You're so lewd," and wait with curious expressions to see how things would unfold. Mihoko stood blankly on the podium.

"Hey! Quiet down, Mr. Nishijo is so pitiful."

The one who suddenly stood up to protect Mihoko was the class representative, Akira Nakanishi.

"Nakanishi, stop pretending to be a good student, you've fallen for Mr. Nishijo, haven't you!"

"Yeah, yeah, he's probably fantasizing about Mr. Nishijo masturbating naked."

Another burst of laughter erupted. Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of class. Watching the students' heated exchange, Mihoko felt uneasy, only relaxing when the bell rang.

Of course, Mihoko knew that education was different now than in the past, gradually losing its sacred image. But in Mihoko's mind, the idea that the classroom was a sacred place still lingered. But the reality had reached this point; because she had once held high hopes for the teaching profession, Mihoko's anxieties were correspondingly greater.

Walking out of the classroom, just a few meters towards the staff room, she felt something touch her shoulder and turned around.

"Mr. Saijo, how's class going? Are you getting used to it?"

This person was Tatsuya Narayura, the world history teacher and also the homeroom teacher for Class 3-B. He was rumored to be a controversial figure, constantly making headlines for giving contraception lessons in class or gathering male students at his home to show pornographic videos, yet he was extremely popular among the students.

"Yes... finally..."

Mihoko replied casually, carefully observing Tatsuya, then mentally thinking about how much nicer clothes she should wear. She had this thought every time she saw Tatsuya. Upon closer inspection, he was handsome, nearly 180 centimeters tall, rather thin, but with a robust frame. However, he seemed completely unconcerned about his appearance; his hair was often disheveled, his suits were wrinkled, and his shirt collars were yellowed.

"People who have lived in America are indeed different. Everyone says your pronunciation is very beautiful. Of course, it's not just your pronunciation that's beautiful."

"Teacher, don't tease me."

Seeing Mihoko trying to avoid Tatsuya's gaze, he seized the opportunity to press.

"Mr. Saijo, are you free this weekend?"

Mihoko felt that he had finally said it. When he first arrived, he was particularly attentive to her. Of course, he wasn't the kind of person Mihoko disliked. But since he was a radical teacher who advocated sexual liberation for high school students, it was best to be careful.

"This... I don't know yet."

"Meryl Streep's 'In Love' is showing at the Lucky Mini Theater right now, have you seen it?"

"No, not yet, but..."

"I was thinking of asking you to go see it together."

"I didn't expect Mr. Narirai to be so romantic."

She had heard about this movie from a friend and had wanted to see it, but she didn't want to agree to his invitation so easily.

"Please don't joke around, I watch romantic movies occasionally too. Is anything special going on this weekend?"

"No... maybe some classmates from university will come to see me."

She made up an excuse on the spot.

"I see, then I'll ask you again around Friday!"

Mihoko thought to herself, going is fine... so they parted at the faculty and staff door.

When she returned to her desk, she saw a white envelope on it, unsealed, with a piece of paper inside, which looked like a woman's handwriting.

"Ms. Nishijo, I have something very important to discuss with you. I'll be waiting for you at 11:40 in front of the equipment room in the gym. It's a secret, so please don't let anyone see you when you come."

"

Who is A-ko? Why didn't she write her real name? The school has a consultation room, why choose the gym?" The more she thought about it, the more questions arose, but considering she was a girl going through puberty, it didn't seem too abrupt. Besides, this was the first time a student had asked her to discuss something, so she was quite happy.

Anyway, she decided to go and see.

After the bell rang, she waited until everyone around was quiet before leaving the staff room. Fortunately, she arrived at the gym without encountering anyone.

She hadn't arrived yet. Five minutes passed, and still no movement.

Could someone be playing a joke on her? That was quite possible, but what was the point?

Turning around unintentionally, she noticed the equipment room door was ajar.

Was she waiting for her inside...?

As she reached the equipment room door and was about to peek inside, a hand suddenly grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled her inside.

"Ouch!"

Losing her balance, Mihoko fell onto the mat, instinctively turning her head to look. Her slender face was filled with shock.

"You...you're Yamada-kun..."

Standing in the doorway was Yamada Yuzo from Class 3-B. According to other teachers, he was a well-behaved student with excellent academic performance until the first semester of his third year, but his behavior had deteriorated since the second semester, making him a problem student among the teachers.

"What happened? In a place like this..."

Mihoko pulled down her skirt, desperately telling herself to stay calm.

"I'm waiting for you, teacher. You've read the letter, haven't you?"

Yuzo said, closing the equipment room door as he looked at Mihoko.

Mihoko saw the furrowed brow on his face and sensed the murderous intent in his eyes. Of course, panicking now would only embolden him.

"So that letter was from you. I thought it was a girl because it was signed 'A-ko'... What's up?"

"Teacher, you're such a naive woman. That was just bait to lure you here. I just want to have sex with you."

Hearing that direct tone, Mihoko was stunned. At the same time, she realized that what was going to happen had now happened. She was afraid that one day she would face this situation.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Calm down. I'm your teacher. How could a teacher agree to such a request from a student!"

Feeling her face burning hotter, Mihoko wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

"Hmph, since you wouldn't let me do it willingly, I had no choice but to rape you."

Yuzo said, unbuttoning his shirt.

What was he saying? Was this the kind of thing a nineteen-year-old high school student would say? What was the difference between him and a thug?

Although she tried to remain calm, Mihoko's heart was pounding faster and faster.

"Yamada-kun, do you understand what you're about to do?"

"I don't want to listen to your lectures. I'm already this excited."

After saying that, Yuzo unzipped his pants and pulled out his fierce thing. It was more like it jumped out on its own, standing tall and proud, erect from between his pants.

Mihoko felt a pang of guilt for seeing something she shouldn't have, and immediately closed her eyes. But sensing Yuzo's movements, she opened her eyes again.

The fleshy pillar, like a red-hot iron rod, was already hanging down, and the obscene-looking scrotum was getting closer and closer to her eyes.

If Mihoko had extensive experience with men, she might have been able to handle the situation skillfully. However, Mihoko only had experience shaking hands and hugging men; she wouldn't pretend to obey and then take the opportunity to escape, so it's no wonder she struggled.

"No, no!"

Mihoko instinctively raised her right arm above her head, adopting a protective stance. She had never given her body to a man before, and to have it taken away by this young upstart was something she would rather die than accept.

"Teacher, do it to me!"

Yuzo forcefully pushed Mihoko down, pressing his body against her as she desperately tried to escape.

"I can't do this... Yamada-kun!"

Mihoko mustered all her strength, pushing Yuzo's body away and grabbing a basketball, slamming it against his face. But after a few seconds of struggle, the basketball was quickly snatched away.

"Teacher, don't resist. You actually like having sex with men, don't you!"

Mihoko was pinned to the mat by the powerful force, struggling desperately. The thought of being seen as a lewd and frivolous woman made her grit her teeth in anger.

"Yamada-kun, do you know what the consequences will be? You won't be able to stay at school anymore..."

"Stop nagging!"

That day, Mihoko was wearing a light blue suit and a blouse with ruffles at the chest. Because the buttons on the front of her blouse were undone, Yuzo's hand immediately grabbed her breasts from under her shirt.

"No! Please, don't do this!"

Mihoko tried to push him away, but her waist was already being held tightly, so she couldn't use her strength. Moreover, her tight skirt was being lifted higher and higher, completely exposing her thighs.

"Teacher's breasts are fuller than I thought."

The feeling of being roughly touched on the breasts by a student with a face full of acne only made Mihoko feel disgusted. Mihoko still couldn't escape from Yuzo's embrace. She pushed Yuzo's shoulder with one hand and Yuzo's face with the other, revealing a lustful expression.

Mihoko's face sank into the cushion, and the smell of sweat and dust rushed into her nostrils.

"Ah!...Let me go..."

Mihoko turned her face to the side and then wriggled upwards, but this only gave Yuzo an opportunity. Yuzo changed his position and hugged Mihoko tightly from behind. He immediately pulled hard on her shirt, the buttons quickly popping off, revealing her dazzling white bra, and then pulled it down without any hesitation, exposing her beautiful, full breasts in broad daylight.

His large hands immediately grabbed her breasts.

"No, don't!"

After her breasts were grabbed, Mihoko twisted her body with all her might, trying to push away the man's clutches. But the fingers, embedded in her flesh, refused to let go easily. Instead, while Mihoko's attention was on her chest, Yuzo's hand tried to lift her skirt.

"You can't do this!"

Mihoko was afraid that her legs would also be exposed, and when she tried to pull down her skirt, which had already been lifted up to her thighs, Yuzo's hand immediately slid into her inner thighs.

"Ah!...There!...No!"

Mihoko squeezed her thighs together at that moment, but Yuzo also took the opportunity to press down on her, thus creating an opportunity for Yuzo's arm to naturally lift the hem of her skirt.

"Teacher, don't make a scene like this. We need to do something nice now."

How could she not make a scene in this situation?

Mihoko seemed easygoing, but she also had a strong personality. Without that personality, she probably wouldn't have chosen teaching as a profession.

In a time when high school students are much taller and bigger than in the past, Yuzo's physique wasn't large, but he was strong enough to overpower a weak woman.

"Teacher's body smells so good, and your breasts are so soft..."

Yuzo had completely controlled Mihoko's body, pressing his nose against her slightly trembling breasts, sniffing them like a dog.

"No...no!"

Mihoko panicked, desperately turning her head and kicking her legs. At this moment, Yuzo was already straddling Mihoko, unhooking her skirt, pulling down the zipper, and slightly pulling down the skirt. He immediately grabbed the top of her pantyhose and pulled the skirt up to her knees.

"How could this happen? God, save me!..."

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Yuzo's upper body was off, Mihoko tried her best to break free, but her skirt was wrapped around her knees, hindering her movements. Just as she turned and bent over, her last remaining white panties were pulled down.

"Ah... this can't be!"

Her full white breasts, slightly revealing her obscene valley, swayed from side to side.

"Such a beautiful ass, it's a little dazzling."

Yuzo's erect penis swayed between his legs, and at the same time, he nimbly pulled off Mihoko's skirt, pantyhose, and panties from her struggling body. At this moment, her shoes also came off, and there was nothing left to cover Mihoko's lower body.

"No!..."

When Mihoko's lower body was free, she kicked her legs, trying to prevent Yuzo from succeeding. Yuzo's lecherous eyes were fixed on the base of Mihoko's exposed thighs. Under her snow-white belly, there was a patch of black pubic hair, and below that, a fleshy slit.

"I saw the teacher's vulva... I can't take it anymore!"

Overjoyed, Yuzo pressed himself against the struggling Mihoko. Mihoko managed to push him away slightly, but was immediately overpowered again.

Yuzo's hand moved upwards from her thighs, the nauseating sensation causing Mihoko to tremble. She struggled to escape. Just then, a pile of mats nearby collapsed, hitting Yuzo. Mihoko tried to crawl away, but Yuzo grabbed her legs and pulled her back.

"Teacher, don't make things too difficult for me!"

Yuzo turned Mihoko around and pressed himself against her again. This time, he immediately thrust his burning penis into her most secret place.

"Ah...no...no...ah..."

Completely exhausted, Mihoko no longer had the strength to push Yuzo away. In fear, she felt the hard, masculine pressure on her untouched virginity.

But in reality, Yuzo wasn't exactly skilled with women either. After struggling for a while, he couldn't insert his fingers into the dry, unresponsive flesh. So, assuming lubricant was needed, he started touching the labia. Lacking gentleness, this only evoked disgust in Mihoko, though she could still feel a subtle sensation in her body.

When his fingers broke through the folds and touched the most sensitive part, Mihoko felt an unbearable burning sensation and twisted her body with all her might. This reaction probably stimulated Yuzo, who began to focus his fingers on the small fleshy mound.

"Ah...no...no..."

She couldn't utter a sound. In her humiliated mind, past events flashed through her memory like a revolving lantern.

Mihoko's father was a senior employee of a trading company. When she was in her second year of junior high school, he was sent to work in San Francisco, where Mihoko studied until her first year of university. Initially, she disliked living in a foreign country where she couldn't speak the language. But meeting a teacher completely transformed Mihoko into American life. It was an elderly, divorced female teacher named Lily who, through her dedicated efforts, helped Mihoko begin to speak English. From then on, Mihoko also developed the idea of becoming an English teacher. When she returned to university in Japan, she became even more certain of this desire.

At first, it was very difficult to find a teacher, and there was a time when she almost gave up. But finally, through her father's connections, she decided to teach at Seito School, full of hope, and reported to the school.

However, less than a month later, she suffered such a tragic fate. Who could have foreseen this?

"Yamada-kun, please don't do this!"

Mihoko resisted with her last bit of strength. But Yuzo, who was holding Mihoko's head, skillfully controlled Mihoko's body with his knees inserted between her legs, licking her full breasts with his tongue while playing with her clitoris with his fingers.

"Teacher's breasts are so bouncy, so beautiful."

"Ah! No...no...no..."

Yuzo's fingers attacked the woman's two most sensitive spots simultaneously, causing her body to gradually heat up, with an indescribable itching sensation spreading throughout her lower body. Yuzo sensitively noticed from her erect clitoris that Mihoko's arousal had increased, so he expanded the range of his finger movements.

It was such a pity that she had secretly hoped for something romantic to happen, only to lose her virginity in this way.

Mihoko began to complain about her fate. But contrary to her previous feelings, nectar slowly seeped from the depths of her petals, something she couldn't control.

After feeling the warmth on his fingers, Yuzo boldly parted her petals and inserted his fingers deeper. Mihoko instinctively tried to squeeze her thighs together. But Yuzo's knees were in the middle, which widened the gap.

"Look! Teacher's juices are coming out too."

Yuzo said smugly to Mihoko, while suddenly inserting his fingers even deeper.

"Ah!"

Mihoko cried out softly, her brows furrowing and her toes trembling slightly.

"Does this... make you feel good, teacher...?"

The fingers inserted into her petals rotated like a stirring rod. The petals, opening in the wetness, involuntarily tightened around the unreasonable intruder.

"Ah... no... no..."

Mihoko's upper body was stiff and unable to move, trying to cut off all sensation. But the fingers moving inside her body made it impossible for her not to feel. At this moment, Yuzo's body began to move downwards.

"I want to take a closer look at what's going on here, teacher."

Before he could finish speaking, Mihoko's legs were lifted, putting her in a very lewd position.

There was a fleshy slit in the center of her thighs, and something was shining.

"Ah... no!"

Shame made Mihoko straighten her upper body and strain her legs. But Yuzo placed her legs on his shoulders, making it impossible for her to exert any force. When she twisted her body to escape, she was pulled back forcefully, resulting in her body folding over.

"Please...don't do this."

Mihoko hit her head and shoulders incoherently. However, her body was folded in half, which did not pose a threat to stop Yuzo's attack, and she remained in a position that exposed her female erogenous zones.

"Ah, this view is unbearable."

Yuzo saw the pink cleft, breathed excitedly, and brought his nose close to the secret crevice. He hugged his thighs tightly, and a special feeling arose in his most sensitive part.

"No, I hate it...don't..."

Shame turned into nausea in an instant, but nausea turned into the expected pleasure.

"Ah, this must be a mistake."

For a moment, Mihoko thought she was dreaming, and hoped it was a dream. But a pile of dusty mats, vaulting boxes, basketballs, and a pile of judo tatami mats...it was undoubtedly the gym equipment room, and now Mihoko was about to be raped by her own student.

"No, this absolutely cannot happen."

Mihoko grabbed a ball of feather net that was near her head and threw it at Yuzo's head, who was attacking her genitals. The unexpected attack forced Yuzo to look up. As he removed the net from his head, he seized the opportunity to turn and crawl towards the door.

Her full, firm breasts gleamed alluringly under the pressure.

"Escape is impossible."

Dropping the net, Yuzo quickly pulled down his trousers and underwear, exposing his genitals, and pounced on Mihoko. For Mihoko, this was her last hope for escape, but before she even reached the door, Yuzo easily caught her. She thought that

if she screamed, someone might hear her… but being discovered like this would make her the laughingstock of the whole school.

"Don't resist, isn't your body already soaking wet?"

Grabbing Mihoko's waist, Yuzo began licking her honey-scented petals like a male dog sniffing a female dog's rear. "Ah…help…"

Mihoko twisted her hips, trying to shake Yuzo off, but he forcefully grabbed her breasts, spreading them wide, and then began frantically licking her widened secret valley.

"Ah…no…don't…"

The sensation of her sensitive flesh being licked by a tongue completely churned Mihoko's mind. Humiliation, shame, and pleasure mingled and raced through her body, making it difficult for Mihoko to maintain a conscious mind.

Just then, she heard the noon bell ring in the distance. There were still twenty minutes until the end of the fourth period. As if urged by the bell, Yuzo lifted his upper body and, in the same position, pressed his hard member into her narrow opening.

"I can't do this... I absolutely can't..."

Mihoko kept twisting her hips, trying to escape, but her waist was held tightly by Yuzo, and she couldn't move.

"Ah... I'm finally going to lose my virginity..."

Mihoko seemed to resign herself to her fate, her whole body tense and stiff as iron.

"Hmm..."

When she heard what sounded like panting behind her, her lower body immediately felt a tearing pain.

"Ouch..."

Mihoko desperately gripped the floor with both hands to endure the intense pain. She clearly felt the thick, hard penis being forced into her lower body. For Mihoko, experiencing this for the first time, it was a terrifying, trembling sensation.

The trembling intensified as Yuzo began moving his lower body back and forth. Mihoko seriously worried that her vagina might tear. But that was only at the beginning; as the penis repeatedly moved in and out of her, the intense pain gradually lessened.

"As expected of you, teacher, this place is so tight, it feels like it's being sucked in. Teacher, are you experiencing pleasure too?"

The penetration became smoother, and Yuzo's movements quickened, the sound of his body hitting Mihoko's buttocks increasing in intensity. Of course, Mihoko wasn't in the mood to feel any pleasure; she was only thinking about getting out of this situation quickly.

Because Yuzo's penetration was so intense, several times Mihoko almost hit her face on the ground, but she eventually ended up lying face down. At this moment, Yuzo nimbly turned Mihoko's body around and continued his attack in a normal position.

Mihoko felt that this position allowed for deeper penetration, and she discovered that even this small difference could cause a deep, itchy sensation within her body. Once this feeling arises, it intensifies with each thrust, and one begins to experience what is likely what is called pleasure. A moan involuntarily escapes her lips.

However, the hot-blooded aggressor has no mind to perceive the other's pleasure; he only speeds up his thrusting. Within two or three minutes, the same sounds emerge, accompanied by body spasms.

"Ah...I'm going to cum...Teacher...I'm going to cum..."

With Yuzo's cry, it's as if something explodes inside his body. Yuzo begins to press weakly against Mihoko. His penis swells intermittently, each time releasing hot fluid into Mihoko's uterus.

At this moment, Mihoko feels the swelling pleasure cease, and an overwhelming emotion swirls within her. Even so, a sense of relief at the end washes over her, and Mihoko lies there motionless, like a dead person.

Soon after, she hears Yuzo's body leaving, the sound of him putting on his pants.

What to do? Should she just let her student who raped her go like this? Should she report him? To whom? Police or the principal? No matter who she tells, once the scandal spreads throughout the school, students, teachers, and even parents will look at her with curiosity…

Unable to decide, Mihoko kept her eyes closed.

“If you want to sue me, sue me to whomever you want.”

Leaving those words, Yuzo left the equipment room.

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Chapter Two: A Girl's Scream Rings Out in the Church

These past few days, Tatsuya had found Mihoko's attitude strange. In the past, she would greet him with a smile in the school corridor, but now she was avoiding him, and her complexion seemed rather unpleasant.

Tatsuya wondered if she was deliberately acting this way because she was afraid he would ask her out. But judging from her behavior in the staff room, it wasn't just him she was acting this way.

So, what was the reason…?

As an admirer of Mihoko, he was very worried.

Today was Friday. It should be the day to decide whether or not he could go on a date with Mihoko. He often talked about making progress, but when it came to matters concerning himself, Tatsuya's heart would pound.

During lunch break, Mihoko finished her meal and stood up to leave the staff room. Tatsuya, not wanting to miss the opportunity, followed after her.

"Ms. Nishijo,"

he greeted Mihoko in the corridor leading to the library. Mihoko stopped and turned around, her silhouette beautifully silhouetted against the backlight.

"You're so kind, going to the library to read?"

"Oh...yes..."

Mihoko replied, averting her gaze as she continued walking, with Tatsuya following beside her. Today, Mihoko also possessed an aura that kept people at a distance. Tatsuya hesitated slightly, but then decided to bring it up.

"About what we talked about on Tuesday...tomorrow is Saturday..."

Mihoko suddenly stopped him.

"I have something to do tomorrow, I'm very busy now, sorry."

"..."

Tatsuya stood there, stunned, watching Mihoko's retreating figure.

After school, as students were heading home, a female student walked towards the chapel; she was Tachibana Aya, from Class 3-B, considered the most beautiful girl in the entire school.

Pastor Masayoshi Uchimura, having finished his afternoon prayers, returned to his room connected to the chapel to rest when he heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

came the restrained voice befitting a clergyman.

"It's Ari Tachibana."

"Come in."

The door opened, and Ari, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a school uniform, entered. Her large, round eyes and flowing, glossy black hair made a strong impression.

"Come here!"

Urged by Masayoshi in his clerical robes, Ari walked to the desk by the window, took a camera from her bag, and handed it to him.

"This..."

"Was it going well?"

Masayoshi noticed a strange glint in Ari's eyes.

"Yes, yes..."

"Thank you for your hard work."

After handing over the camera, Ari immediately turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Masayoshi said, standing up, closing the window lattice, and sitting down again. Perhaps due to her thinning hair, her forehead appeared particularly large, and her sharp eyes gave an impression of intelligence.

Ari immediately looked uneasy.

"Director, please let me go home for today! I have important matters to attend to."

Zhengyi is the Dean of Students at Shengdu School. And not just any Dean. Students consider him a very kind teacher who is willing to discuss things with them. Parents consider him a person of high moral character and prestige. But for some reason, Yali looked at the Dean with fear in her eyes.

"What are you afraid of? Your sins are not yet atoned. Come here!"

The Dean's voice was completely calm.

"Dean, please forgive me!"

Yali pleaded, bowing deeply, her expression very earnest.

"Aren't you afraid that everyone will find out about that?"

Yali's face immediately turned pale.

It happened four months ago. Yali stole a book from a bookstore near the school. It wasn't that she didn't have money; stealing books was a popular topic among her classmates, and she wanted to try it too. But she was unlucky and was caught by the bookstore staff.

The bookstore owner immediately called Zhengyi, a prominent figure at the school. After Zhengyi's enthusiastic persuasion, the bookstore owner readily agreed not to pursue the matter, and the affair ended peacefully. Because she was able to avoid her parents finding out, Yali was very grateful to the Dean, but she didn't expect there to be a trap here. One day, after being summoned to the chapel, the headmaster of the Holy Church used the pretext of stealing books to rape her.

From then on, Yali was frequently called upon by the headmaster to be the object of his sexual gratification, and now she was practically his secret mistress.

"Now, the penis that God gave me wants your lips. Don't say anything unnecessary, come here!"

If she resisted, it would obviously provoke the headmaster's anger. Yali reluctantly walked around the desk and stood in front of the headmaster.

"Good girl, God will forgive you soon."

The headmaster picked up the remote control on the desk and pressed the switch. Hearing a click, the door locked; the door to this room could be controlled remotely.

"However, you are so cute, so cute that I want to bite you. You must be popular with men! What a sin."

The headmaster took the schoolbag from Yali, who was standing there with her head down, stood on the ground, and then picked up the pointer he used in the classroom, using the tip to lift Yali's skirt. Her cute knees began to appear, slowly revealing her rounded thighs, which were long and beautiful.

Just as her panties were about to be exposed, Ya-li suddenly pressed her skirt down with both hands.

"Teacher, I don't want to do this anymore, please spare me..."

she pleaded, her large eyes filled with tears. But the headmaster's expression didn't change at all; he simply raised the pointer in his hand. With a crack, it struck Ya-li's right hand, leaving a clear, bright red welt on her snow-white skin.

"I am God's messenger; to resist me is to resist God."

Based on her past experiences, Ya-li knew very well that the God the headmaster spoke of was a very lewd and ferocious god.

She still vividly remembered the first time she was raped by the headmaster. The headmaster, who was usually very gentle, suddenly changed, emitting a beast-like sound as he pounced on her. The excessive change terrified Ya-li, causing her to lose the strength to resist. And now, that fear resurfaced in Ya-li's heart.

As Ya-li endured the shame and lowered her hands, as if waiting for her to do so, the pointer immediately lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white panties. They were bikini-style panties, her mons pubis slightly raised, looking very alluring, and her thighs seemed to have caterpillars wriggling on them.

"Wear your cute underwear as usual. Now take it off."

The headmaster's nose started flaring as he spoke. Whenever Ya-li saw him like this, goosebumps would rise all over her body.

She was truly unwilling to accept this, wondering when she could stop being the headmaster's toy...

Countless times she had thought of running away. But the headmaster's threatening words—that she would expose his book theft and hand him over to the police—kept her from taking any real action.

"Your skin is itching again! I'll shove this pointer into your asshole!"

The headmaster's tone suddenly turned lewd, and Ya-li trembled with fear. Whenever he was slightly dissatisfied or excited, his attitude would suddenly change without warning. Sometimes Ya-li even wondered if the headmaster was mentally ill. In such situations, it was crucial not to resist. When Ya-li reluctantly began to take off her underwear, a smile immediately appeared on the headmaster's stiff face, and his tone returned to gentleness.

"That's right. Just be good, and good things will happen soon. After taking off your underwear, pull your skirt up to your waist with both hands... Oh, right... a little higher... Very good."

Yali's lower body was completely naked.

This seemingly respectable headmaster, once you peel back the layers, is more of a lecherous man than the average person. If everyone knew, I wonder what they would think...

Yali had considered telling her classmates about the headmaster's affairs several times, but it would affect her, so she didn't say anything.

Although she was only seventeen, Yali's lower body was already that of a fully mature woman, exuding a fresh beauty. If there was anything that still showed signs of girlhood, it was the condition of her pubic hair. A small tuft of hair in the center of her mound looked like everyone was leaning together, which looked very cute.

"It's really beautiful."

The headmaster murmured, suddenly pulling up his clothes, his pants bulging high, and when he pulled down the zipper and then his underwear, an erect penis immediately sprang out and stood upright. It was a huge penis that would surprise even men.

"Alright, alright, don't get so excited."

The director let out a strange laugh that sometimes appeared when he was excited, then held his penis with his left hand, spat on his right palm, and smeared it on the erect, purplish-red glans.

Yali knew exactly what the director was going to do next: he would make her assume the most humiliating position, looking deep inside her body. Then he would demand that she perform oral sex...

Just imagining it made the hairs on her body stand on end. But Yali also knew there was no way to escape.

"You should know what I'm asking for, stick your ass out!"

The director's fetish was making her stick out her naked ass so he could examine her vulva from behind. Yali's face was already flushed. She turned around, placed her hands on her knees, and slowly bent forward, essentially presenting her ass directly to the director. If she dared to resist, she would be severely punished
.

This was the most humiliating moment for Yali, and also the moment when the director's lust was at its peak.

"Hehe, lift your butt up, push your legs together, make your butt hole open too. Very good, hehehe."

The director's hot breath was on the round hole of her buttocks. The excessive shame almost made Yali faint.

"Your buttocks are beautiful anytime, elastic, like pudding. Pink petals, I'm almost drooling. The other hole seems very clean too. Let me smell it, it smells like soap..."

This man is disgusting, filthy... Feeling the director's hooked nose pressing against the hole of her buttocks, a strong sense of guilt made Yali's body tremble.

"Does it itch...?"

The director's head left the plump buttocks, while flicking his hand to touch the snow-white mounds, then stroking from bottom to top in the valley between the two mounds.

"Ah... teacher..."

The plump buttocks twisted from side to side.

"Hey! Don't twist your buttocks."

Before she could finish speaking, the director's fingers parted the delicate petals, revealing pink mucous membranes like a blooming red flower, with tender flesh appearing in the center.

Ah... this shameful thing, I don't want it to happen again...

Yali's heart was filled with the desire to escape. But escaping was useless, so she could only endure the humiliation and remain there. Yali's slender legs began to tremble.

"This is wonderful, my penis is trembling too. Now, as usual, you will serve me with your mouth!"

Yali turned to face the director, kneeling between his legs. Before her was a black, shiny penis.

"Looks quite powerful today! Since it hasn't been used for the past two days, you'll have to lick it carefully."

He had probably touched it himself, as dew was already visible in the small groove at the tip. When she brought her face closer, she smelled a pungent odor. The crown in front was so huge that it always filled her with fear. Yali closed her eyes and secretly stuck out her tongue.

"Hehehehehehehe..."

When his tongue touched the glans, the penis vibrated, and the director made a gurgling sound in his throat. Yali had been taught how to give a blowjob many times. This director especially liked licking his male symbol. Yali's tongue licked upwards from under the glans, tasting a salty flavor. She wrapped her tongue around the tip of the penis, making circles.

"That feels good, you've improved, I haven't taught you for nothing."

The penis that he had been holding was now in Yali's hands, and he placed his hands on Yali's head, playing with her glossy black hair. Yali began to lick the swollen glans incessantly, while her tongue moved towards the tip.

"That's it... use your tongue, just licking isn't enough, you have to suck like you're kissing!"

Even during intercourse, the director seemed unable to shake off his teacher's bad habits, constantly giving instructions on every movement. Yali had to obey his instructions faithfully, otherwise he would be unhappy, so she had no choice but to comply. She gently pinched the glans between her lips, sucking it with a soft, sucking sound.

"Ugh...hehehehehe..."

The director became excited, leaving his erect penis in the female student's mouth, bending his upper body slightly forward, reaching down to pull down her bra, and then grasping her breast. This was also a signal for Yali to begin the next phase. Yali spat out the glans, bending her upper body even lower, licking the ugliest part of her scrotum hanging from the penis with her tongue.

As if responding to Yali's tongue, the hand grasping her breast began to knead it, while the other hand continued to stroke Yali's hair.

The wrinkled labia, glistening with saliva, began to shine. Yali almost vomited when she first kissed this spot, but now she was used to it and didn't feel particularly strong aversion. However, the feeling of her tongue licking there was definitely not pleasant.

"Your breasts seem to have gotten a bit bigger, probably because of the caresses I gave you. You should thank me, hehehe."

"Ah..."

With her most sensitive nipples being pinched, Yali couldn't help but sigh deeply, her whole body tensing up. Noticing this reaction, the director became even more insistent on pinching and manipulating the pink mounds of flesh. A jolt of electric pleasure shot from her chest to her head. Yali, following the electric sensation, moved her tongue from her vulva to the dark penis.

"You're neglecting the tip again. I always tell you to consider the whole thing."

As her breasts were gripped forcefully, Yali hurriedly licked the tip of the penis. Then, she smeared saliva on her palm and caressed the penis like stroking a baby's head. At this moment, the director seemed to reach his peak of excitement. He withdrew his hand from Yali's chest, took off his clothes, thrust his hips forward, and leaned back in his chair.

Yali saw the director's penis from below, which gleamed strangely with saliva and appeared unusually swollen.

The thought of having to hold it in her mouth and struggling to breathe filled her with distress. Moreover, Yali herself was already somewhat aroused from the continuous stimulating actions.

"Suck it well in your mouth."

A smug smile appeared on the director's face, and his stomach heaved. Ya-li looked at the man with a hint of hatred, grasped the erect penis hidden in the bushes, and slowly pushed the engorged glans into her mouth, letting out a deep, seemingly comfortable sigh as she tilted her head back.

The director's penis was enormous, almost splitting her mouth open, and it was also very long. Ya-li's mouth wasn't particularly large, so putting such a huge thing into her mouth was a difficult task. But the director wouldn't be satisfied until he reached the very root of the penis. He

moved it up and down a few times, then pushed it deep into her throat, the tip touching the mucous membrane.

At that moment, the director made his characteristic sound and began to thrust. At this point, Ya-li had to coordinate her mouth movements, tightening it as much as possible.

When breathing became extremely difficult, it would transform into a sensual stimulation—something Ya-li had learned from past experiences, which was why she could endure the pain of her throat being blocked. Partly out of a sense of recklessness, and also in pursuit of a more intense stimulation, Ya-li began to rub the penis vigorously and lick it extensively with her tongue.

"Hey, don't suck like that. I've told you many times, you have to increase the stimulation slowly."

Yali easily forgets when she's excited, and the director likes to slowly hold it in his mouth. Yali had to slow down her movements, and started stimulating the area between the director's perineum and anus with her fingers.

"Oh, good... it feels good when you touch my asshole like that."

When he moved the head of the penis upwards while holding it in his mouth, he couldn't help but speed up, so sometimes he only held the tip in his mouth, rotating his tongue like he was sucking on a candy ball. At this moment, when he vigorously stroked the penis, the director seemed to hum happily, and his stomach began to rise and fall again.

"Now it's my turn to lick you."

Before he finished speaking, he used both hands to hold Yali's slender face and made her stand up, and without saying a word, he made her spread her legs and sit on the chair.

"Ah, no..."

Forced into an ugly position, Yali's face turned red with intense shame, and she clenched her teeth, then turned her face away.

"Oh, it's bulging a lot now, it looks like honey will flow out soon."

Carefully observing the crotch parted to its limit, the director used his fingers to probe the cleft of the petals from bottom to top. The cleft parted, revealing a bud, the small fleshy labia glistening with honey.

"Ah, no...stop..."

A surge of hatred welled up within her, making her want to cry, but at the same time, Yali felt her heart racing, and an indescribable feeling washed over her.

"Now...taste it."

The director finished speaking, his tongue wriggling along Yali's inner thigh. In an instant, Yali tensed, her hands gripping the chair armrests tightly.

The director, true to his lecherous nature, moved his tongue subtly. He would never bite into the flesh of the petals from the start, but would first slowly lick around the vulva, waiting until the other's sensations reached their peak before attacking the opening. Yali's body had now learned the director's technique. Therefore, his tongue merely lingered near her inner thigh, and the honey began to flow regardless of Yali's will.

"Ah, no... Teacher, not there..."

As the tongue traced its way from her inner thigh to the pubic area, rubbing back and forth there, Ya-li was already breathless. The lewd anticipation made her petals itch. She involuntarily reached for the headmaster's head, grabbing his thinning hair. That was also a signal—"Teacher... lick my cleft faster." As if receiving a signal, the tongue began to move downwards.

Ya-li held her breath, waiting for the moment the tongue would enter her wet crevice. But the headmaster wanted to tease her thoroughly; just before reaching the crevice, as if deliberately disappointing Ya-li, he traced a path to her right inner thigh, licking the hollow there.

"Ugh..."

she exhaled, her lower body shaking as if protesting against the headmaster. Just then, the tongue suddenly invaded her cleft.

"Ah..."

Due to the unexpected turn of events, Ya-li leaned back as far as she could, adopting a position where she could completely surrender her secret valley to the tongue. The director was kneeling on the ground, stroking his erect penis with his hands while burying his head between Ya-li's thighs. The impolite tongue, as if measuring the length of the cleft, moved up and down a few times before adding a rotating motion.

The small mound of flesh quickly swelled up, a sensation that even Ya-li herself could feel. The tongue continued to rotate in the center of the cleft. The increasingly intense lust caused Ya-li's body to tremble violently, her hands gripping the director's hair tightly.

At this moment, a soft, smacking sound came from between Ya-li's thighs, and as if echoing that sound, intermittent moans also came from Ya-li's mouth.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Ya-li's mysterious valley, now transformed into a glistening temple by the gushing nectar and saliva, was now completely red. The pink lips had turned completely red, and the small flesh inside trembled incessantly. Yali was now caught in a vortex of excitement, unaware that the headmaster had somehow managed to grab her breasts from her school uniform.

At this point, whether she was a middle school student or the other person was the headmaster was irrelevant. The surge of pleasure emanating from her body made Yali gasp and moan incessantly.

The headmaster squinted at Yali, whose upper body was still in her innocent school uniform, but whose lower body revealed its most sensual parts. He raised his head, licked his lips, and gave a lewd smile, beginning to play with her wet petals with his fingers.

"You seem about to pee,"

he said, making a smacking sound as his thick middle finger penetrated her secret place.

"Ah..."

A hot sensation swept through her body, and Yali's pale throat trembled. The headmaster seemed to enjoy her reaction, his fingers probing deeper, and a honey-like fluid flowed from his fingers, some running down her perineum and soaking into her blue skirt.

"Ah...it's so hot...I can't take it anymore!"

Ya-li felt her body burning like fire, wishing she could extinguish the flames, but the director's foreplay usually continued.

After playing with Ya-li's body for a while, the director suddenly withdrew his fingers and brought his mouth close to her labia again, but this time he used the tip of his tongue to flick at her clitoris, revealing the pearly white tip. This surprise attack was enough to plunge Ya-li into a hell of pleasure. Ya-li's round buttocks involuntarily arched, as if responding to the director's actions.

"Oh, ah..."

Even when Ya-li had a strong reaction, the director still didn't let up and repeated the same stimulating actions. Especially when he inserted his tongue into her slit and used the tip of his tongue, which was covered in nectar, to continuously flick her clitoris, Ya-li would shake her head wildly and kick her legs in the air.

At this moment, Ya-li felt her temples vibrating, her eyes seemed to be seeing stars, and she could feel her lips opening and closing in pursuit of her prey, but her consciousness was already hazy, and she didn't know what she was like.

"It's time to insert it, the second one is getting impatient."

Suddenly, she heard this voice above her head, and her body was lifted into the air. When she nervously opened her eyes, she saw that the director had picked her up and was about to place her on the desk. At this point, no matter how he manipulated her, she had no strength to resist, and Yali silently let the director do as

he pleased. The most common position was doggy style, but the director liked to explore all sorts of positions. He put Yali's body down, placed the leather-bound Bible on the desk under Yali's buttocks, and lifted her dark blue skirt. Then he raised her legs high, completely exposing her wet petals.

Knowing that it was obscene, Yali still felt a sense of anticipation, waiting for the director's thing to enter her body. Every time it was the same. What she felt was so disgusting at first, and felt aversion to touching her body, would become limp when she was played with by that wonderful technique. She didn't know how many times she felt guilty about this. But every time, the ending was exactly the same.

Just then, she felt a pressure in her sensitive slit. Looking up, she saw the director holding her left leg, his hand gripping his lower body, trying to insert his glans into her slit. Her hairy lower abdomen heaved, and beads of sweat appeared on her protruding forehead.

Because the slit was already wet, she didn't feel any pain. However, the director's penis was like a very thick bamboo, with rough nodes, so when the huge tip entered, it still created a strong sense of pressure.

"Ah..."

With a forceful thrust, after his penis pierced the delicate petals, the director began to pound and thrust angrily.

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