[Adolescent Hypnosis] (2) Abuse

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Time flies, and half a month has passed in
the blink of an eye, even the district sports meet is over. Because it was on a weekend, I went to watch the competitions.

Although I only got second place in the 100-meter race, I truly got first place in the 200-meter race. This
result is arguably the best in our school's history, considering that last year my senior didn't even make the top five in either of those races.

My senior was naturally very happy about this, and her faith in my "ability" became even stronger. To be honest, I myself
didn't expect the hypnosis to be so effective, and my understanding of hypnosis itself has deepened.

At the same time, I realized that the suggestive commands I gave my senior were insufficient in many aspects.
The command "Believe me" seems almost omnipotent; no matter how outrageous the idea, my senior would believe it
without question. But for some reason, under the influence of suggestive commands, although she would believe me on the spot, she
would still have doubts afterward. Therefore, I had to repeat those lies about "abilities" every time, and
honestly, I was getting sick of saying them so many times.

Another problem was that it was very ineffective when it completely went against her wishes. For example, telling her
"it's better to lose the game" had almost no effect. I think this is probably a problem inherent in hypnosis itself
. According to my knowledge, to solve this problem, you either need to weaken the subject's willpower or
eliminate the contradiction through clever logical traps. However, I didn't try this, since I didn't
really want her to lose the game.

Compared to the second problem, the first problem was more urgent: what kind of suggestive command would be
more effective? I think the main problem with the previous commands was that they were too broad; a more specific one
might be more effective. However, if the suggestions are too specific,
I'll need to add new suggestions using the hypnotist when I want the subject to believe other things.

I don't want to do this for several reasons. First, using the hypnotist is somewhat conspicuous, and using it
too much might get me discovered. Second, I don't know
what effect contradictory suggestions would have on the subject; I didn't dare try this experiment on my senior, as it felt somewhat dangerous.
Finally, and most importantly, I have no idea how many more uses this hypnotist can have. It doesn't
have a charging device, and the manual doesn't mention power. There's no power outlet
or battery replacement area on the device—what was the designer thinking?

In short, I need to find a suggestion that's permanent but not too broad
. I've been thinking about this for the past few days, and I was even thinking about it seriously in class today, until
a piece of chalk hit me on the forehead.

I looked up and saw Professor Chen standing at the podium, glaring at me angrily.

Ms. Chen is our English teacher and also our homeroom teacher.
She's about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, quite pretty, but she's really scary when she gets angry. It seems that my daydreaming in class these past few days has
completely enraged her. Sigh, I thought she wouldn't notice my daydreaming; how naive I

was. "Alright, Zhang Yi, tell me, what hit you on the head just now?"

Huh, what's going on? I was completely clueless. I stood up and answered truthfully, "Chalk."

"Think about what class this is, in English."

Uh, what's chalk in English? It seems to be in the vocabulary list for this unit, but I didn't do any of the pre-class assignments yesterday.
Now I'm doomed.

Seeing my silence, Ms. Chen probably knew I couldn't possibly be unable to answer. She sighed heavily
. "Chalk, it's written on the blackboard, isn't it? Sit down. Zhang Yi, come to my office after school
."

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to take the scolding; there's nothing else to do today anyway.

For the rest of the day, I tried even harder to pretend I was paying attention, not knowing if she noticed.

After school, I obediently went to Ms. Chen's office, knocked, and went in. Only
Ms. Chen and another male teacher were in the four-person office; the other two teachers had probably already left.

Seeing me come in, Ms. Chen beckoned me over. "Zhang Yi, what's been going on with you lately? You
're always daydreaming in class, and it's not just English; the other teachers have also told me about it
. The physics teacher even said your quiz score last week was among the lowest in the class.
What's wrong with you lately?"

"Nothing much," was the only answer I could give. I couldn't very well tell her that I'd recently
hypnotized a senior high school student and was thinking about those things every day.

"Sigh, Zhang Yi, we teachers all know about your family situation. We usually
turn a blind eye to minor issues, but you've been acting really strange lately. Has
something happened? Tell us honestly, even if we can't handle it ourselves, we can try to think of a solution."

I lowered my head and replied, "Nothing's wrong." But

as I looked down, I discovered something astonishing. From where I was standing, I could just see
the neckline of Ms. Chen, who was sitting in the chair, and the deep cleavage revealed within. I never imagined Ms. Chen's
breasts could create such a deep cleavage; it was probably much larger than my senior's. My senior's bra size was a B, so
Ms. Chen must be at least a C! I never really noticed before.

I didn't hear a word of the long string of nonsense Ms. Chen rambled on about; I only occasionally hummed in agreement,
my mind completely focused on that deep cleavage. I wonder what it feels like to touch breasts that big, and
how they compare to my senior's. That's what I think about most of the time.

Just as I was guessing her bust size for the twelfth time, that long-winded, rambling speech finally seemed to come to
an end. "I know you don't like hearing all this, but your grades have really dropped drastically lately," she said.
"Look at your homework today, most of it is wrong."

She handed me my English homework. "Copy the wrong questions and redo them. You're not
allowed to leave until you're done."

I was stunned. I thought being scolded was enough, but now I had to correct my homework and copy the questions?
This was ridiculous!

But since the teacher had spoken, I, as a student, could only obediently comply. I sat down in
the seat of a teacher who had already left and slowly began copying and correcting the questions. Of course, my mind was still preoccupied with that lingering image of cleavage
and the hypnotic commands, making my efficiency extremely low.

I don't know how long I wrote, but I only finished after the other teacher in the office had left. My hands were
almost killing me, and I couldn't help but feel resentful towards Teacher Chen.

But no matter how unhappy I was, I could only fantasize about how to ravage and discipline this beautiful female teacher;
outwardly, I still had to respectfully hand over my homework for her to check.

Looking at my corrected homework, Ms. Chen said, "Hmm, this time you got them all right. See, if you do it carefully,
it's not that difficult. I think you just lack interest in English. If you can develop a liking for English, your grades
will definitely improve."

I originally wanted to ignore her learning theories, but a few words caught my eye.

Interest? Liking? I've got it! Using this, hypnotic commands might work well.

What should I do? Should I try it now? Looking at Ms. Chen, who was still reviewing my homework, this suggestion made my
heart pound. After school, when no one was around, in the office with only two people, the curtains half-drawn, could I find better
conditions?

If it were me a month ago, I would never have thought of something so bold, but what happened in the sports equipment room
had changed me from the inside out. On one hand, there was an inflated sense of self-confidence; the hypnotist in my hand
made me feel like everyone else was just a lamb to the slaughter. On the other hand, there was an ever-growing desire. As the saying goes, once you've tasted the marrow, you crave more.
Although after that day, my senior and I maintained a weekly frequency, for a young, vigorous boy
, once a week was clearly not enough.

Both combined, I constantly harbored the thought of hypnotizing someone else. The reason I hadn't acted on it
was firstly because I didn't have a suitable candidate or the right opportunity, and secondly because I hadn't thought of good suggestions or instructions. At the same time, my senior's pained
expression that day still constantly irritated my conscience.

But now, Teacher Chen's appearance not only solved the first two problems, but even my hesitation about hurting others
vanished because of my resentment. Anyway, I didn't really like this teacher, so it didn't
matter what I did to her—that was probably my thinking.

Touching the hypnotist in my pocket, I made up my mind.

"Teacher Chen."

"Hmm…" She looked up and saw only a flash of light.

It worked again. Looking at the blank-faced woman before me, I couldn't help but swallow hard.

Unlike my senior, neither reason nor emotion opposed this decision driven by instinct and desire; instead,
they became accomplices, devising strategies for it. Unlike the impromptu instruction I gave my senior when I hypnotized her, this time
I had carefully considered every step afterward, even taking into account how to handle the aftermath.

The first step was, "You must do everything in your power to make Zhang Yi like English; you can fulfill all his
wishes for that."

Releasing the button on the hypnosis device, Teacher Chen reverted to her stern self.

She looked around somewhat blankly, "Huh, wasn't there a light just now?"

To this, I could only feign ignorance, "No, teacher, you must be seeing things."

Seemingly to cover up her lapse in composure in front of her student, Teacher Chen didn't delve any further.

When she returned my workbook, she suddenly asked, "Zhang Yi, do you like English?"

So soon! Before, even if I didn't answer "like," I'd at least say something like "it's okay." But
now it's different.

"I absolutely don't like it," I answered firmly.

"How can you not like English?" Ms. Chen muttered to herself.

"English is so useful," Ms. Chen began to persuade me relentlessly, like a clumsy salesperson. "It's
not just about grades. Look at this day and age, learning English is a skill; it makes finding a job
much easier."

"It's useful, yes, but interest is interest." A moment ago, I wouldn't have dared to speak to a teacher with such arrogance
, but now it's different.

Hearing this, the old Ms. Chen would definitely have been furious, but this time she spoke softly and gently:
"Interest can be cultivated. Haven't you ever discovered anything interesting about English
?"

"There are some words I'm quite interested in, and I'd like to learn them seriously."

Ms. Chen's expression brightened; she was even more excited than if someone in our class had gotten first place in the grade.
"That's good. What words are you interested in? I'll teach you."

"Bra."

"What?"

Seeing Ms. Chen's utterly disbelieving look, I almost laughed, but now I had to
prioritize the bigger picture and repeated it seriously, "Bra."

A blush crept across Ms. Chen's beautiful face. "Why are you interested in such a word?"

"Oh, you can't be interested in words like that," I said, feigning regret. "English is really boring
, I guess I just can't like it."

Hearing this, Ms. Chen got a little anxious. "Although, although it's not a very good word, it
's always good to increase your vocabulary. Come on, I'll teach you this word. b-r-a, bra, it's a very simple word,
remember it?"

But I deliberately shook my head and said, "It's so hard, teacher, I didn't remember it."

Hearing this unexpected answer, Ms. Chen couldn't help but get angry: "How could you not remember it? It's only
a three-letter word! Did you even try to memorize it?"

Even though I knew she was being hypnotized, I still felt a little scared by her scolding. "Teacher, it's because
you're always so fierce that I don't like English."

If I had dared to talk back like this before, a scolding would have been the least of my worries. But now, Ms. Chen looked terrified.
"Teacher, I shouldn't have been so harsh. I'm sorry. It's okay if you can't remember it right away; you'll remember it eventually if you try a few more times
."

I shook my head and said, "I don't think I can remember it just by relying on vocabulary
. It's easier to remember if I have a real bra as a reference."

Hearing this request, Ms. Chen seemed completely stunned. After hesitating for a while, she finally said, "Then...then
I'll bring one tomorrow, the real one."

"Eh, why tomorrow? Teacher, didn't you wear a bra today?"

Ms. Chen blushed and said, "I did bring one, but it's inconvenient to take it out. Tomorrow, I'll definitely
bring a bra for you to see tomorrow."

"Teacher, your procrastination is affecting my enthusiasm for learning. Strike while the iron is hot, isn't that what you always say?
If you keep doing this, I feel like it'll be hard for me to like English."

"But...but how can I take out the bra I'm wearing to show you?"

"Teacher, that's not right of you. We're discussing a very serious academic issue. Here,
I'm the student, you're the teacher, and nobody else matters. Why do you always think about gender and personal feelings
? Do you even consider these things during class?"

Hmm, it feels so good to lecture a teacher.

Teacher Chen was stunned by what I said, muttering to herself in a daze, "It seems so."

After a while, seemingly after a complex internal struggle, Teacher Chen said softly, "Alright,
to help you remember this word, I'll show you a real bra."

Her trembling hands lifted the hem of her clothes, slowly lowering and revealing what was hidden inside to my eyes
.

"Wow, teacher, you're actually wearing a black lace bra! That's so daring!"

My bold gaze swept over her, and Ms. Chen immediately blushed, revealing a side
of herself she'd never shown to her students before. She whispered in explanation, "I don't always wear this, it's just that today
..." Her words trailed off, almost inaudible, but it didn't really matter, as long as my
plan continued to succeed.

"Teacher, can I touch it?"

"You, you want to touch it?" I could see Ms. Chen tremble slightly upon hearing this request.

"Hmm, I feel like I should be able to remember the word after touching it."

Hearing this, a conflicted look appeared on her face.

"Okay, okay, but turn around first, I'll get it for you."

I obediently turned around; some things were bound to be seen sooner or later, no rush.

After a rustling sound, I heard Ms. Chen's trembling voice behind me, "Alright, here you go."

Taking the lace bra from behind, I fiddled with it for a moment, then held it to my nose and
inhaled deeply. A tantalizingly sweet woman's scent filled my nostrils. Since I had my back to Ms. Chen,
she couldn't see what I was doing.

"So, can you remember the word 'bra' now?"

"Yes, b-r-a, bra, I remember, thank you, teacher."

"That's good, but could you take that bra back first…"

"Speaking of which, why do women wear bras?" I interrupted her before she could finish.
If she took the bra back, how could my script continue?

Teacher Chen answered all my questions. "Well, it's mainly for supporting and protecting the breasts.
I'm not entirely sure about the specific principle, but you can ask Teacher Wang, who teaches biology."

Hehe, I don't care about the principle of bras, as long as Teacher Chen says the word "breasts" herself.

"Breasts... speaking of which, what's the English word for breasts?"

"Chest, didn't we learn that last semester?"

"That refers to a person's breasts, right? I remember there's a word specifically for women's breasts."

After a moment of silence, Ms. Chen answered, "Breast, b-r-e-a-
st."

"B-r-a-st, breast?"

"No, b-r-e-a-st, breast, say it again with me."

I deliberately made the mistake several times, making Ms. Chen incredibly anxious. Then she sighed and said, "Sigh, I guess
I'm just not suited for English. Maybe I should give up."

Ms. Chen quickly stopped me, "Don't be so discouraged! Look, you couldn't remember the word 'bra' at first either
, but you remembered it in the end, didn't you?"

"That's because I saw the actual bra and even touched it myself, that's how I remembered it."

Silence fell again behind me, but I didn't believe she wouldn't take the bait. Under hypnosis, Ms. Chen's mindset was particularly
easy to guess. To make me like English, she probably wouldn't mind letting me touch her breasts.

This time, Ms. Chen was silent for a particularly long time, but in the end, I won. She said in a trembling voice,
"Okay, to help you remember this word properly, turn around."

Turning around, the first thing that caught my eye was those big breasts. I was right; they were definitely bigger than my senior's.
Although I didn't have much experience with them, I felt they were close to a D cup. However, compared to my senior's firm breasts,
Ms. Chen's breasts seemed a bit saggy, and the color of her nipples was more brownish than my senior's
pink. Her areolas were also a size larger.

Although there were some shortcomings, overall, they were still an incredibly alluring pair of big breasts, making me want to
pounce on them and play with them. Of course, I couldn't just touch them directly; I had to get the teacher's permission first.

"Teacher, may I touch them?"

Startled by my burning gaze, Teacher Chen closed her eyes but didn't answer, only nodding slightly. I'm sure she
guessed my next request when she heard I wanted to see her breasts.

I gently placed my hands on her breasts and slowly pressed down. The sensation was indescribably wonderful.
Although they didn't have the amazing elasticity of my senior's breasts, their softness, like jelly or pudding, was perfect.
It compensated for the lack of elasticity, even making it feel more wonderful.

With each squeeze of my hands, I kneaded Ms. Chen's breasts into various shapes, the flesh overflowing between my fingers,
greatly satisfying my visual desires—something my senior's breasts couldn't achieve.

During this time, Ms. Chen let out a few small gasps, accompanied by slight panting, but ultimately
didn't stop my hands from doing as they pleased, so I didn't care about her feelings.

After playing with her like this for almost a minute, I reluctantly let go. "So this is what 'breast
' is, I'll remember this word."

Ms. Chen, who had been holding her clothes up with both hands, felt relieved upon hearing this and hurriedly tried to
pull her clothes down.

But I wasn't done yet. Pointing to the already erect nipple on her chest, I asked, "
What's that... this sticking up on your chest?"

"This... it's a nipple..."

"Teacher, we're practically having an English class now, so of course you have to tell me in English."

Presumably anticipating what was to come, Ms. Chen blushed and said, "Um, nipple,
n-i-p-p-l-e."

I pinched her nipple hard, eliciting another gasp from her. "Nipple, oh, I remember
. But it's so strange. I remember when I first saw it, it was so small. How did it get
so big?"

Hearing my question, Ms. Chen clearly didn't know how to answer.

"Ms. Chen, you're a teacher now! How can
you not answer students' questions seriously? This is affecting my enthusiasm for learning English."

Ms. Chen quickly corrected herself after my criticism. "I know. Those nipples...
when a woman is sexually aroused, they get erect. It's a normal physiological phenomenon."

As she said this, even her ears turned red. She probably never imagined she'd be
discussing nipple erections with a student.

"Wow, teacher, you actually got sexually aroused during class! That's perverted! What right do you have to be
a teacher?" As I said this, I naturally ignored my already bulging crotch.

Ms. Chen blushed and wanted to protest, but in the end, she didn't say anything, only pulling her clothes
down to cover her chest. I had placed her bra on the table behind her, not intending to let her
get it anytime soon.

I decided to press my advantage. "Teacher, I've memorized the word for bra, but what about the English word for panties?"

Before long, a freshly made, still-warm pair of panties appeared in my hands. Of course, I wouldn't
kindly remind the teacher that I was actually wearing panties myself. Teacher Chen was now crossing her arms over her chest and tightly clamping her legs together, seemingly quite uncomfortable

with this bare-chested state . 　　After fiddling with the black lace panties that matched the lace bra for a while, I quickly found what I was looking for : a small wet patch in the center of the panties. Because the panties themselves were black, the wet patch wasn't very noticeable; you wouldn't even notice it unless you looked closely. I thought to myself, how could I not have achieved anything after massaging the teacher's breasts so diligently ? 　　"Hey, why is this wet? Teacher, do you usually wear wet underwear to class?" I deliberately pointed out the wet spot, even lightly licking it with my tongue, and then commented, "Hmm, it tastes a bit sour. It doesn't seem like ordinary water." 　　Teacher Chen's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and she bit her lower lip, not knowing what to say. 　　She glanced at the clock, as if grasping at a last straw, and quickly said, "Zhang Yi, it's getting late , let's end today's class here." 　　"Teacher, I've finally developed a little interest in English, why do you keep discouraging me?" 　　"But it is indeed quite late, you see, there's a time limit for class." 　　"Okay, then I'd like to learn one more word today, is that alright?" 　　"One word, okay, what other words are you interested in?" 　　Heh heh, finally the main event! "It's like this, teacher, I know an English word, but I've never known its Chinese meaning. Can you tell me?" 　　"No problem, go ahead." 　　"Makelove." 　　The next instant, I was angrily kicked out of Teacher Chen's office. 　　Well, I somewhat anticipated this situation when I said that word. If she agreed, great; if she refused, I could just continue according to my script. 　　Unlike my senior, who was still clueless about her feelings, Professor Chen clearly understood the meaning of sex. Her professional ethics as a teacher and her loyalty to her husband as a wife absolutely forbade her from having sex with me. In other words, "make love" was something that absolutely violated her own will, so even suggestive commands would likely be unlikely to get her to agree. 　　Of course, I could, like my senior did, misinterpret her understanding of sex. But what would be the point? Simple sex could only satisfy my sexual desire, but I wanted more than that. Like that comment said, I needed more experience with hypnosis. There were some things I didn't want to try on my senior , but Professor Chen was clearly a good experimental subject. 　　That's why I specifically came up with this troublesome scenario. Originally, I planned to bring up "make love" after a while, but the suggestive commands were more effective than I expected, so I moved things forward. 　　Now all I had to do was wait quietly. 　　The next day during lunch break, I was called out for a private talk by Teacher Chen. 　　The whole class looked at me with sympathy; although they weren't close, the feeling of shared misfortune was understandable. 　　However, contrary to their expectations, Teacher Chen's first words weren't criticism, but an apology: "Zhang Yi, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I was so immature to lose my temper with you." 　　Teacher Chen bowing her head in such a way was unprecedented; seeing it would definitely cause a stir among the other students.

It caused a stir, but since I knew why she was being so humble, I wasn't too surprised.

"It's alright, teacher." Then, I changed the subject, "But
what exactly does that English phrase I asked about yesterday mean? You still haven't told me."

"That…" Ms. Chen's expression immediately turned awkward. "Zhang Yi, that word isn't
very good. Let's change it."

"Teacher, didn't you say before that when memorizing words, you should memorize them one by one, and never
skip over words just because they're too complicated?"

Ms. Chen didn't know how to refute what she had said. After a moment of silence, she said,
"Alright, since you insist on learning this phrase, then I'll teach you." She

agreed so quickly!? This unexpected turn of events left me somewhat bewildered, but I still forced
a calm reply.

"The so-called 'make love' is literally what it means, it's sex."

I feigned ignorance and asked, "Sex? What's that?"

"Actually, you don't need to know what sex means. Look, 'make' means 'do,' and 'love' means
'love.' Just remember it literally."

"Teacher, didn't you criticize this kind of rote memorization last time, saying that you must understand the meaning of the words properly?"

To this, Teacher Chen sighed and said, "Then I'll tell you what sex is."

So easy, happiness came so suddenly, I was stunned. It was completely different from what I expected. Could it
be that there was something wrong with my understanding of hypnosis?

Speaking of which, although this was a corridor with few people passing by, it was still broad daylight. Was it really
okay to do it here? However, my worries were unnecessary. Teacher Chen didn't take off his clothes, but took out an iPad

from his bag , fiddled with it for a few moments, and handed it to me. 　　I took it with some doubt, but understood completely after one glance. 　　The iPad screen was playing the world-famous Japanese adult film, no wonder Teacher Chen's face was a little red. 　　"Look, what this man and woman are doing now is making love, which is also called making love." 　　I see. There's no need to insist on live teaching; video teaching is also a method. Teacher Chen's mind is quite flexible. However, thinking you can get rid of me like this is too naive. 　　I pretended to watch intently for a while, during which I did remember the actress's name, and then asked in a mocking tone, "Teacher, this video looks amazing. Is sex like this in real life?" 　　Before she could answer, I added, "Teacher, you can't lie to your students, or I'll lose interest in English." 　　Teacher Chen looked conflicted, and finally blushed as she said, "Well, real sex isn't that intense, and it doesn't last that long. The man usually only ejaculates once." 　　I continued, "Oh, so this video isn't very realistic." 　　"That's not it. The actions in the video are mostly the same as real sex." 　　"But in reality, it's still different. And you can't see many things clearly through a screen; you have to see it with your own eyes." 　　Teacher Chen was completely helpless against my nitpicking. I insisted that only by witnessing real sex could I properly remember the phrase "makelove," and no matter how much Teacher Chen tried to persuade me, I remained unmoved. 　　Finally, I left with a single sentence: "Fine, I'm not learning English anymore. Teacher, why are you always so reluctant to teach? It's making me lose interest in English." 　　I wonder when I'll get to experience Teacher Chen's body; I'm really looking forward to it. 　　A week passed, and during this time, I either slept or did other things in English class. I handed in blank English homework, demonstrating my firm stance against learning English to Teacher Chen. 　　Teacher Chen did talk to me once, of course, but I said, "If you're not willing to teach me English seriously, why should I learn?" After that, Teacher Chen ignored me, turning a blind eye to my various behaviors in English class. 　　A day or two was fine, but after a week, I started to get a little uneasy. What's wrong with my script? Was the suggestion and instruction wrong? Or does Teacher Chen have a strong resistance to hypnosis? Because my understanding of hypnosis devices comes only from a few experiments with my senior, and many parts are just guesses, I have no idea if something is wrong. 　　The confidence I gained from the successful hypnosis session with my senior colleague slowly began to waver. I felt uneasy and even considered changing my strategy and giving in to Teacher Chen first. 　　Just when I was really about to talk to Teacher Chen, she came to my door. Without saying a word, just looking at her expression, I knew I had won. 　　After I insisted again that I would only study English properly after learning the phrase "makelove," Teacher Chen gave up trying to persuade me and simply told me to follow her. 　　At first, I thought we were going to her office, but as we continued up the stairs, I quickly dismissed that idea . 　　When we reached the fourth floor and still hadn't stopped, I became a little confused. There shouldn't be any more floors above. 　　There were indeed no more floors above, but there was a rooftop—yes, the place where Cheng Ge had fought. The reason I hadn't thought of it before was because students were prohibited from coming up there, though I didn't understand the reason. However, just because students couldn't go up didn't mean teachers couldn't. As Teacher Chen took out her key and unlocked the door, I stepped into this place for the first time. 　　I must say, this place was indeed well-chosen; it was not only secluded, but also safe from any disturbance at any time. 　　After closing the door, Ms. Chen remained motionless for a long time. I could only urge her slightly, "Ms. Chen, why did you bring me here?" 　　"Zhang Yi, I really can't let you see what 'makelove' looks like in person. You can't skip learning this phrase; you definitely won't encounter it on the exam." 　　Seeing this almost final struggle, I certainly couldn't let her have her way. "Ms. Chen, didn't you yourself say that learning English isn't just for exams? Besides, there's a man and a woman here; why can't we..."

"What does 'make love' mean?"

"But 'make love,' which means sex, can only be done with someone important."

"Teacher, you're important to me too. Don't you think I'm important to you?"

Hearing this question, Teacher Chen didn't know how to answer and could only change the subject.

When she led me to the rooftop, I knew she had already made up her mind; now she just needed me to
give her a push.

"Teacher, if you teach me this phrase, I might start to like English."

Teacher Chen didn't answer for a long time, finally nodding slightly.

We both took off our clothes because I insisted on doing the
same 'make love' as Teacher Chen usually did. The position was missionary, because it was the only sexual position Teacher Chen had ever used.

I couldn't help but be curious, "Teacher Chen, do you really only know this one position?"

Teacher Chen blushed and nodded.

"So how many people have you made love with?"

"One...one."

I was a little surprised by this answer. I didn't expect her to have only slept with her husband. She's really
conservative. But from another perspective, I'm the second man in Ms. Chen's life, which makes me a little happy
.

Then, following Ms. Chen's instructions, I started foreplay.

To be honest, I was already dazzled by her white breasts and wanted to squeeze them again. But
I had said I wanted to experience real sex and had to follow Ms. Chen's rhythm. I guess there are pros and cons.

Asking me to gently knead those huge breasts was a real test of my willpower. But slowly, Ms. Chen
's body began to react. Accompanied by soft moans, her skin gradually turned a light cherry
red.

I thought there would be more to come, but I didn't expect the foreplay to end there. I
really have to say that Ms. Chen's husband is too foolish. He has a mountain of treasure but doesn't know how to use it.
The pleasure of their sex life is really poor.

Before we started, Ms. Chen pulled a condom out of her pocket and handed it to me.

Pretending not to know anything, I could only ask naively, "What's this for?"

"Um, you open this and put it on your...that thing."

I was really unwilling to accept that I had to enjoy Ms. Chen's body through a condom, but what could I do? I was going to experience
Ms. Chen's real sex. Still, I asked, "Ms. Chen, do you usually
wear this when you make love?"

I was just saying it casually, but Ms. Chen blushed and didn't answer. I knew something was up.
"Ms. Chen, you have to answer my question honestly, otherwise how will I like English?"

She finally stammered, "Normally...I don't use condoms."

At this point, Ms. Chen naturally couldn't ask me to wear a condom anymore.

Wow, I've hit the jackpot! Not only can I have sex with Ms. Chen without a condom, but more importantly, even if I get pregnant, it doesn't matter;
her husband will take good care of me. That said, after all these years of unprotected sex, she hasn't gotten pregnant yet. Her
husband really should go to the hospital for a checkup.

I smiled and asked, "Shall we begin?"

Teacher Chen hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Following Teacher Chen's instructions, I lay on top of her, hands on the ground, my nose clearly smelling her
perfume.

My penis was naturally already fully hard, and guided by Teacher Chen's right hand, I pressed against her vagina. Unfortunately,
in this position, I couldn't see what it looked like.

"Teacher, I'm going in now."

Because of the previous foreplay, Teacher Chen's vagina was already a little wet, and with little effort from my waist, the
tip of my penis went in.

At this moment, she suddenly tried to push me away forcefully, "Wait, let's stop now. Zhang Yi, stand up."

Of course, I couldn't let her have her way. How could I possibly give up what I had already obtained?

I pressed her hands to the ground, and continued to exert force from my waist. With almost no resistance, my penis
went in halfway. Unlike my senior's tight vagina, Ms. Chen's vagina wasn't as tight. I felt
more warmth and softness, and the soft flesh inside pulsated constantly, trying to hold onto my penis rather than
push it out.

I actually managed to insert my penis into Ms. Chen's vagina; for a moment, I couldn't
believe it. No wonder Japanese hentai manga often feature teachers as targets.
The teacher, usually so high and mighty, holding the power of life and death, was now beneath me. This pleasure made me feel like I was about to ejaculate immediately.

At this point, knowing the deed was done, Ms. Chen stopped resisting; only a few glistening
tears slid down her cheeks.

I couldn't let her remain wallowing in sadness. "Teacher, what should we do next?"

But she didn't answer, only muttering to herself. I had to lean closer to hear her, but she kept repeating the same
phrase, "This is just teaching, this is just teaching..."

I hadn't even hypnotized her yet, and she was already starting to hypnotize herself. I wondered
how effective this self-hypnosis would be. But since she wasn't giving any further instructions, I wouldn't hesitate to act on my own.

After quickly losing control with my senior, I diligently researched the techniques of sex online
, and then practiced them on her last time, with significant improvement.

Following the "nine shallow, one deep" principle, I first gently moved my penis in and out of her vagina, then thrust deeply
.

To my surprise, my penis didn't fully penetrate. At first, I thought I had hit the legendary
"clitoris," but I quickly realized that wasn't the case. As long as I keep pushing with my waist, the penis can continue to
penetrate deeper, but the tightness of her vagina is comparable to when I deflowered my senior.

Teacher Chen, who was lying motionless on the ground, also reacted. She twisted her body, not wanting the penis to
penetrate further. "It's so...strange...feeling...ah...it's not like this usually..."
"Yes."

It suddenly dawned on me that Ms. Chen's husband's penis was too short; only the front half of her vagina had been fully explored
, the back half hadn't been penetrated yet. No wonder they hadn't gotten pregnant after so long without a condom.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but get excited. Did that mean Ms. Chen was still half a virgin? I had to
properly deflower her!

Ignoring her struggles, my penis continued to penetrate deeper until the entire glans entered the tight back half of her
vagina. Only then was my penis fully inside. Stopping to savor the sensation, it was truly a wonderful feeling. The glans
was tightly gripped, while the rest was simply wrapped in soft flesh. Tightness and softness, two opposing
sensations occurring simultaneously in one place, were incredibly pleasurable.

Because it felt so good, I didn't dare to go too deep every time, otherwise I would ejaculate immediately after just a few thrusts.

I continued to thrust at a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, each deep thrust bringing that extreme and contradictory pleasure.

On the other hand, Ms. Chen's body also reacted. Although she bit her lip to keep quiet,
the tender flesh wrapped around my penis tightened and grew hotter, which was undeniable.

I thrust my hips, the powerful strokes causing her breasts to sway. Seeing her breasts undulating like giant waves before my eyes
, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch them to stop the swaying. I buried my fingers in her sweaty breasts,
rubbing them roughly, the soft, cottony sensation never getting old.

"No...don't pinch...ah...no...like this...ah...um..."

She was making such joyful gasps, yet she was still being disingenuous, which was infuriating.

I pinched her already erect nipple with my other hand, and as if electrocuted, Ms. Chen's body
bounced up. Although she still said no, her body honestly showed immense pleasure.

After countless shallow and deep thrusts, with each subsequent penetration to the deepest part of her vagina, Ms. Chen's legs
suddenly wrapped tightly around my waist, her body trembling uncontrollably. "What... ah... what... is happening... so...
strange... feeling, when I'm with my husband... I've never... felt this way before, ah... ah
... ahhhh!"

With Ms. Chen's high-pitched scream, the soft flesh inside her vagina clenched wildly, especially the newly opened section
, as if trying to crush my glans. I could feel a warm liquid spraying onto my penis.
She actually orgasmed!?

This was the first time I had ever experienced a female orgasm. Just thinking about how I had made Ms. Chen orgasm
made me tremble with excitement, and an unprecedented surge of desire welled up within me.

Barely suppressing the urge, I whispered in Ms. Chen's ear, "Teacher, I'm going to ejaculate."

Hearing this, Ms. Chen, still somewhat dazed, looked terrified. "No..."

Before she could finish, my penis thrust forward again, violently ejaculating hot
semen deep inside her. I hadn't intended to ejaculate outside; I only told her to see her
reaction.

Ms. Chen, whose convulsions had almost stopped, arched her back and body, seemingly
experiencing another orgasm. This time, she was completely speechless, her eyes almost rolling back.

After resting on top of Ms. Chen for a while, panting, I slowly got up and withdrew
my penis from her body. As my penis was pulled out, thick, white fluid slowly flowed from her vagina, leaving a large patch of wetness

on the floor . 　　Ms. Chen lay weakly on the ground, panting. I think for her, it wasn't just the physical exhaustion after the orgasm, but more importantly, the psychological fatigue. Not only had she had a relationship with someone other than her husband, but she had also been penetrated and brought to orgasm by me, her student. For a conservative woman like her, each of these experiences was difficult to accept. 　　I wondered if she would choose to accept it all, or if she would try to hypnotize herself like before. But both scenarios seemed quite interesting, so I let her choose for herself. 　　After I got dressed, Ms. Chen was still lying there. It seemed her psychological decision would take quite some time. 　　"Teacher, I really like your teaching method now. I feel like I'm interested in English again. But the phrase 'makelove' is really difficult. I hope you can review it with me again tomorrow."

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