Teacher and school beauty

"Siying, want to go for coffee? I have some Red coupons!"
At 10:20 AM, Zhang Lidong, who had been preparing all morning, finally mustered the courage to invite the cold and beautiful princess of his dreams. However, the school beauty, with her long, black hair, her cute little ears hidden behind her hair, and two small moles on her right cheek, walked past him as if she hadn't heard anything, carrying her textbook and saying indifferently, "Sorry, I have something to do today."
"Tomorrow is fine, the day after tomorrow is fine too! The coupons are valid until the end of the month!"
The persistent classmate followed up as usual, but unfortunately, the reply was still the same as before, "Sorry, I have something to do these few days." Still so cold and indifferent, as if she didn't care about him, the suitor known to the whole grade.
In his sight, a beautiful girl wearing the standard brown-red wool sleeveless coat and white shirt of Shengyuan Academy, and a black and red plaid skirt walked out of the classroom door. Beside him, Zhou Lidong's friend, Da Kou Wang, patted his shoulder as usual, muttering in a tone that was hard to decipher—it was unclear whether it was comforting or sarcastic: "Haha, failed again? I told you, Shen Siying is pretty, but she's like an iceberg. It's fine for her to play around occasionally, but is it worth putting in the effort to pursue her? You'd be better off trying Lan Zhuxuan."
As he spoke, Da Kou Wang glanced at the current student council president, who was hailed as the school's most beautiful girl and also the most beautiful girl in their grade.
She also had long, cascading hair that reached her waist, and the same haughty air of someone from a prestigious family—elegant, but with a more approachable quality. Indeed, in every aspect, Lan Zhuxuan was more attractive and approachable than Shen Siying. But… Zhang Lidong didn’t answer, only walked out with a resentful look on his face, muttering to himself, “Why is that? What did I do that she doesn’t like…”
During break time, all the students were busy checking their schedules, retrieving their books from their lockers, and preparing to change classrooms. But Shen Siying was at this moment—on the rooftop of the south teaching building, a place where some delinquent students would often knock on the door. Because the weather was getting colder, the girl, who had changed into a pair of black woolen stockings, slowly pushed open the rooftop door. A gust of cold wind immediately blew her silky black hair, which slipped under her skirt.
She gently pressed down her skirt with both hands, and as her hair fluttered, she looked ahead. The huge playground of the entire campus, the laboratory building, the garden area in the distance, and the wide road outside the school walls, with a few cars occasionally passing by, all came into view before her.
"Why didn't you agree to Wang Lidong's request?" Behind the barbed wire fence, Ma Ruibin, dressed in a standard teacher's uniform, turned around, his fox-like, narrowed eyes fixed on the school's famous ice princess, deliberately teasing her.
"Class is about to start, I don't want to waste time here." The long-haired girl didn't answer his question directly, a look of disdain in her eyes. Disdain, completely disregarding this eldest son of the Ma family, known as the son of a vampire.
The handsome, dashing young teacher, with many female fans on campus—enough to be a cover model—squinted at this girl who was also a school beauty—at least, one of the top ten female students at Shengyuan School—and sighed helplessly. "Why can't you understand?" He looked at her and softly murmured, "Or do you really hate me that much?"
"No, I just don't treat you like a human being." The girl, still a child at heart, coldly uttered, completely revealing her feelings towards the teacher.
She proudly held out her not-so-full breasts, much smaller than many of the more developed girls in her grade, and looked at the teacher with disdain. The teacher, who had just been rebuffed, chuckled self-deprecatingly, licking his fox-like, wide-open lips, the tip of his tongue resembling a small pink triangle.
"Fine, I never expected you to change anyway. It's more interesting this way, isn't it?"
the teacher continued, looking at the girl. "You said time was tight, so lift your skirt and let me see your underwear. How about it? Did you wear thong underwear as I requested today?"
Shen Siying's fair face flushed slightly, a hint of panic in her eyes, and she pursed her lips. Clearly, she had a weakness that the eldest son of the Ma family had exploited, and she had no choice but to obey his control. However, her pride, aloofness, and preference for solitude made her unwilling to admit defeat.
She showed no weakness, but her heartbeat and breathing quickened noticeably, her pale hands clenching unconsciously.
"Where are the photos?"
she asked, controlling her breath, but as she spoke, a feeling of something shattering inside her lingered. She felt like a prostitute, waiting for an ugly, obese teacher, several years or even decades older than her, to finish his business and stuff a few crumpled bills into her mouth.
No, in reality, her situation was probably even more disgusting than theirs. Because what she was waiting for wasn't money, but nude photos of herself taken by this teacher!
She tried her best to control her breathing, suppressing the urge to throw this lecturer, who had done such a despicable thing, over the barbed wire fence.
She looked at him, and he, the son of a financial vampire, maintained that sly smile, shrugging. "Is my reputation that bad?" He pulled a photo from his pocket.照片里，一个女生正分开自己的双腿，白皙的手指紧紧挨在双腿间粉嫩的缝隙里，使劲的揉擦着。淋漓蜜液，沾湿了她的裙底，而她的小脸却和沈思颖一样，只是没有了那份高傲，多了一份醉红，对于性慾的饥渴，渴望。
「怎幺样？照的不错吧？」马睿斌继续用那种欠揍一样的表情，微笑着念出。说话的时候，似乎还用舌尖舔了舔他白的好像刀子似的牙齿。
沈思颖没有说话，只是平静的看着那照片。看着照片里赤裸的女孩儿，她那敞开的上衣下，小如鸽乳一样的双乳。她的一只手饥渴的揉捏着一只小小乳房上的粉红色乳尖，用力的捏着，揉着，直让那因为平躺着才显得丰满的胸乳攥的向上凸起。 Her other hand made the same lewd gesture, and something seemed to slowly flow from her vagina. Her earlobes turned slightly red, but fortunately, most of them were hidden by her hair, so no one could see much.
Shen Siying felt her body getting hotter, and her breathing became heavy uncontrollably. No, I can't let him see! She cried out in her heart, trying to control her breathing, making it seem rushed. Moreover, it seemed that the teacher had already seen her embarrassment and weakness.
She didn't like herself like this.
She stretched out her hand, her fair fingertips like bamboo shoots, with black nail polish. But Ma Ruibin didn't hand her the photo. "No, I'm not happy today. The way you look makes me very unhappy. How can you be so distrustful of your teacher who is so dedicated to protecting you!"
"Would a really good teacher drug a student's drink and take photos of a student?"
Shen Siying retorted. As she spoke, she knew she shouldn't act like this. She should appear weaker, like a little girl, so that the teacher would be happy and wouldn't make things difficult for her, and she could end today's matter quickly. But she just couldn't do it, couldn't make herself be what the teacher wanted, as if she would die if she did—even now that things had gotten so bad, she still clung to her pride, as always, even though she herself didn't believe the teacher's words that he would really return all the photos to her.
"Hey, you really hurt my feelings." Ma Ruibin put the photo back in his suit pocket, rubbing his knuckles, which were as prominent as bamboo joints. "Since that's how it is, there's nothing I can do. And you said it yourself, class is about to start, so I can't do anything too outrageous, right?"
He walked towards Shen Siying step by step. His slender and thin body now seemed like a black mountain pressing down on her.
The high school girl, who was usually aloof, felt a surge of fear. Her body seemed to tremble uncontrollably. She couldn't tell if it was from the cold wind on the roof or something else, but she seemed to be trembling uncontrollably. However, she tried her best to control herself and her breathing.
"Come on, pull up your skirt." The teacher moved closer to her, and the smell of his breath, which seemed to have come from drinking energy drinks, hit her face.
"The photo," she made a last-ditch effort. She really hated this teacher.
"Do as I say, and I'll give you the photos." The teacher gently brushed a strand of Shen Siying's hair aside with his fingers, bringing the black hair to his nose and inhaling its fragrance.
Shen Siying's slender shoulders jerked violently, causing her hair to slip from the teacher's fingertips. She gritted her teeth, controlling her breathing. She probably wished the teacher would act like a clown, enraged by her resistance, roaring and screaming like a monkey, then tearing her clothes apart. That way, at least she could continue to look at him with cold eyes, as if looking at an animal, instead of like this…
Ma Ruibin leaned forward slightly, extremely close to Shen Siying's body, the collar of his navy blue suit jacket brushing against her cashmere coat, her slightly protruding breasts. "I think you don't want to change the agreement we made in the beginning, do you?" he said softly, like a snake flicking its tongue.
Shen Siying looked at him with disgust, but her slender hands eventually yielded and reached under her skirt, gently pulling up her black and red plaid skirt.
A cold wind passed between her legs, intensifying the chill. Beneath the pulled-up red and black plaid skirt, her ivory-white thighs were revealed, and between her tightly pressed legs, without a single gap, lay a pair of pink and sky-blue striped thong panties, and the slightly protruding, white belly.
The cold wind passed between Shen Siying's slender, white thighs, making her feel as weak and powerless as if she had already been raped. Under the skirt, thin pink ribbons were tied into bows on both sides of the panties, the beautiful panties encasing the girl's plump mons pubis, soft as untouched petals, revealing slight indentations.
A peculiar scent wafted through the air, seemingly from nowhere. Although it wasn't the first time she'd been forced to do this, Shen Siying still held her breath. In the cold wind, a slight, uncontrollable tremor ran through her body, as if she weren't truly trembling.
The teacher in front of her leaned down, looking at the edge of her panties. The area between Shen Siying's tightly pressed thighs, so beautiful and pure, like the pink and sky-blue striped fabric covering a virgin's body, now showed a tiny damp patch.
"What? Can't wait any longer?" He couldn't help but lick his lips, extending a finger to touch there, teasingly speaking to the girl.
The high school girl, who had maintained her composure just a moment ago, was now blushing crimson, unable to utter a word. She was ashamed of her current state, ashamed of why her body was so sensitive. She hated this teacher so much, the teacher who had framed her, yet now, in front of him, under his gaze and his provocative words, her body was so unresponsive; fluid flowed from her vagina, soaking her panties.
She tried her best to control her breathing, desperately hoping this teacher would immediately drop his hypocritical mask, pin her against the wall, and fuck her hard from behind. Then, as usual, he would hand her the photos, which she would burn, and it would all be over. But the teacher refused.
He reached out and touched the damp, almost transparent fabric, revealing a sliver of black cloth. The damp cold and the teacher's fingers made Shen Siying tremble even more, as if a ticking timer was about to explode inside her.
She clenched her pearly white teeth as the teacher looked up, his narrowed eyes staring into hers. She felt his fingers, like a snake, pressed against her lower abdomen, a cold, terrifying sensation as they slipped inside her underwear.
The chill intensified instantly; the cold wind from the rooftop rushed in through her stretched-out underwear, mingling with the teacher's icy fingers as they caressed Shen Siying's mons pubis and dark pubic hair. The
usually proud high school girl felt she was about to scream uncontrollably as Ma Ruibin's fingers, like a cold, venomous snake, touched her body. The teacher seemed to enjoy watching her bewildered expression, her breath coming in short gasps, her delicate nose twitching nervously. He watched as her face, as always, flushed crimson, her cheeks, adorned with a few cute little moles, turning rosy.
He moved his fingers, tracing and caressing the curly pubic hair on her plump mons pubis, those black tufts of hair. Following that small curve, he pressed against her mons pubis, feeling her body tremble uncontrollably, and continued downwards, parting her delicate labia. He gently pinched the clitoris, which, no matter how unresponsive she tried to be, remained subtly erect.
"Mmm..." The high school girl, who had tried so hard to remain calm, immediately trembled, as if using all her strength to avoid collapsing into his arms. But the wetness from his fingers...
He continued, almost imperceptibly, toying with the clitoris with his nails, like playing with a toy, like squeezing an unseen pimple, teasing that adorable bud.
"What? Can't hold back anymore?" He looked into her eyes, his voice slightly raised, and asked slowly. As he spoke, the corners of his fox-like lips curled up again, and a small red tongue licked his teeth.
"I know, this is what you like best, isn't it?" he asked teasingly, feeling the bud sliding uncontrollably between his fingers, continuing to squeeze, pinch, and press.
"Don't be so clever!"
Shen Siying frowned, suppressing her breath. She didn't want to answer, but when the teacher's fingers, which were inside her underwear, wouldn't stop, as if to prove his point, he moved his fingers, pinching the sensitive bud with his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of electric pleasure coursed through Shen Siying's body, making her nipples stand erect under her bra. To prove that she wasn't thinking the same thing as him, she had to open her lips.
As she spoke, she could feel her breath getting hot from her mouth.
Shen Siying tried her best to suppress her breathing, not wanting him to notice. But how could the teacher, who knew every inch of her body and every sensitive spot, be fooled?
The teacher continued to knead the bud with his nails, his fingers neither too light nor too heavy, as if playing with a ripe grain of rice. Shen Siying's breathing quickened, and fluid seeped from her honeypot, wetting her pink petals. She could feel her legs trembling; the delicate white flesh of her legs, encased in black stockings, quivered slightly, and a strange sensation rose from her nipples.
"Why, why do you have to do this…" she cried out in her heart, trembling, as if she were about to burst into tears.
"How's it going? Can't take it anymore? I know you, you're much more wanton than you look. Look how wet you are." Ma Ruibin leaned over, using his other hand to brush aside the hair covering her ears, his warm breath blowing into her cute little ear as he whispered in her ear.
He continued to knead her clitoris slowly, his long middle finger sliding down, hooking into her already wet vulva. Amidst the sticky nectar, his engorged, supple labia minora slid in with a "squeak," penetrating the warm little hole.
"Mmm..." A barely audible breath escaped from Shen Siying's small nose again. An electric shock-like sensation, like an explosive, seemed to erupt from inside her vulva, following Ma Ruibin's finger, throughout her entire body. She could no longer feel the cold, only a burning heat, as if she wanted to take off her clothes and let this bastard teacher who had raped her insert his huge penis into her vagina, hold her waist, lift her legs, and thrust hard into her vagina, pounding her vagina with burning heat!
"Tell me, if Zhang Lidong saw you like this, what would he do?"
A sudden voice shattered all the illusions. Hearing the teacher's words in her ear, her body was already out of control. Because of the fingers digging in her vagina, Shen Siying, who had begun to twitch slightly, bit her teeth again and coldly replied, "You are such a filthy teacher."
She bit her lip, and her beautiful lips wrinkled as she bit them. The aroused desire, and the fingers penetrating her vagina... her body trembled, and she could feel her fear and dread. It wasn't the fear of being raped again by this teacher, but the fear that her body, as he said, was truly addicted to lust, and that she would succumb even to such a teacher.
She wanted to control her body's reactions, to maintain her thoughts, her sanity, that kind of personality where her life or death was none of anyone else's concern.
"If you say that, he might cry!"
The teacher, seemingly enjoying this feeling, continued speaking like a snake, his fingers sliding down, like a venomous snake, burrowing in and out of the high school girl's honeyed orifice, digging and probing, feeling the warm, fleshy walls, his fingers tightly sucking on the flowing fluids, kneading the tiny clitoris. The girl
's body trembled more and more uncontrollably, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier. She tried her best to control her breathing, to not make those sounds, but she couldn't. "Mmm..." The teacher's fingers seemed to possess magic, making her vagina wet, rolling inside, making her legs tremble, teasing her lust, making her nipples feel swollen, reminding her of the pleasure of this teacher holding her and sucking her nipples.
"How is it? Comfortable?" the teacher asked with a wicked smile.
Shen Siying bit her lip, seemingly determined not to let him have his way. But those terrifying fingers, the feeling of the teacher pinching and squeezing her clitoris, the insertion of fingers into her vagina, made her body hotter and hotter, her juices flowing out continuously, down her thighs, not only soaking the bottom of her panties, but also slightly staining her thighs.
"If you..." she said through gritted teeth, but before she could finish, the teacher put his mouth to hers. She seemed to open her mouth instinctively, but what entered her mouth was not Ma Ruibin's tongue, but his saliva.
Shen Siying's eyes widened instantly. Beneath her long eyelashes, her large, bright eyes revealed an intense unbearable urge to push the teacher away. But her current physical condition prevented her from doing so.
Disgusting saliva flowed into her mouth in gushes. She felt his tongue intertwining with hers, forcing the nauseating liquid, which tasted like energy drinks, down her throat.
Panicked, Shen Siying lost her balance and fell to the ground. Silvery, spiderweb-like saliva clung to her lips. Her throat moved slightly; clearly, no matter how unwilling she was, she had swallowed the teacher's saliva.
The high school girl wore a nauseous expression, wanting to vomit, but unwilling to back down. Her throat moved slightly as she swallowed the disgusting liquid. Black hair veiled her small face. She gently wiped her mouth with the back of her fair hand, and slowly raised her head in silence. Her beautiful, fox-like eyes, with their upturned corners, continued to hold that disdainful expression, completely looking down on the teacher. She tilted her head
back, her white hair framing her face as she looked at him. The teacher maintained that fox-like smile, bringing his fingers to his lips, inhaling the scent, and then sticking out his tongue to taste the honey-like liquid. As if it were delicious frosting, he exclaimed in admiration, "Not bad, it really tastes like you."
He continued to look at Shen Siying, who, despite her seemingly mature demeanor, was still childlike, naive, and laughable. Watching her tilt her long, slender neck back at him, the midday sun shining on her school uniform, outlining her beautiful curves, as if adding a layer of colorful halo to her body. Beneath the black and red checkered skirt, between her parted, ivory-white legs, her alluring panties and the damp marks were visible.
The
long, thin iron yam, after being boiled and peeled, had a white shaft that seemed as smooth, supple, and white as a virgin's skin. But no matter how thoroughly it was cleaned, the coarse, hard bristles hidden within the white flesh were still prickly, making it unapproachable, let alone inserted into a woman's honeyed orifice.
At that moment, when Ma Ruibin parted Shen Siying's labia with his fingers and inserted the peeled yam, which he had personally licked and was now covered in his saliva, into her honeyed orifice, the thick shaft pressed in inch by inch, parting the honeyed flesh inside. The pain of the hard bristles on the iron yam scraping against the tender flesh walls almost made Shen Siying cry out.
She tried to hold back, not wanting the teacher to get too cocky, but the indescribable pain, or more accurately, the tingling and itching from the hard barbs scraping her honeypot, and the indescribable feeling of being pushed in so intensely, as if torn apart, made her legs tense uncontrollably. "Wait!" she finally cried out.
But how could it be so easy to make this sadist stop?
Just as the proud high school girl finally couldn't take it anymore and begged, the iron rod that was already halfway in was suddenly thrust in by the teacher with a "whoosh," completely plunging into Shen Siying's honeypot.
The cervix was pressed against by the thick head of the yam, the fullness and stimulation, the pain of the coarse barbs scraping against the tender flesh inside her honeypot, made Shen Siying unable to bear it any longer. With a "whoosh," her whole body arched backward, tensing up!
Her originally oval face turned deathly pale, fine beads of sweat covered her fair forehead, wetting her hair. It was as if her entire body had been pierced by that iron rod of yam; the unbearable pain caused her whole body to tense back and tremble. Her breasts, which were not particularly plump, arched slightly fuller from the effort of her body arching backward.
"How is it? How does it feel?"
Under her lifted skirt, between the high school girl's parted legs, thick pubic hair mingled with a faint dark color on the labia of her vulva. The round, white root of the yam clearly showed that this girl was more prone to lust and intercourse than other girls her age. It was like a plug between Shen Siying's legs, pressed between the white and dark skin, squeezing the two pink labia, until the entrance of her vulva became a fleshy red ring, tightly gripping the white flesh.
"Take this with you, and if you don't ask me to take it out before school ends, I'll give you five photos."
The teacher stretched out her fingers, pinching the yam, its root fully inserted into Shen Siying's vagina, and gave it a slight twist. The stubborn and proud girl immediately clenched her teeth again, her legs, encased in black high-top cotton stockings, trembling uncontrollably. Her slender fingers, pressed against the ground, turned white from tension. Her already tense body felt as if it were being pierced.
She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, her body drenched in sweat. Even so, she refused to show weakness, trying her best to suppress her voice, but her long, fair neck and throat still involuntarily twitched and tightened.
Tears, or rather, uncontrollable moisture, lingered in her fox-like, upturned eyes. Her delicate nose, its nostrils flaring uncontrollably from the torment, made her breathing heavier involuntarily. And Ma Ruibin? This teacher, who was supposed to be a teacher but was torturing his student, became even more excited by Shen Siying's stubbornness and refusal to yield, and began to move his fingers even more.
"Ugh..." It was like torture; the long, twenty-centimeter-long yam was gently rotating inside her vagina. Even with the slightest touch, the fullness and the bristles felt like they were crushing her flesh, causing her vaginal muscles to twist and turn. The girl could no longer bear it, and she couldn't help but let out a moan from between her tightly clenched pink lips. Her whole body felt as if it had been hollowed out, covered in a cold sweat—if she had begged for mercy now, perhaps the teacher could have let her go, but she didn't.
There was no begging, no crying, but her trembling petite body, the shape of her nipples that seemed to be faintly visible under her sleeveless vest and white shirt, and the trembling of her jade legs told the teacher everything.
Finally, as always, the teacher withdrew his fingers just before class was about to begin.
"I didn't want to do this either, but since you like it this way so much, then don't wear underwear today."
He stood up, looking at the girl still slumped on the ground, the wet liquid flowing from between her legs like glistening dewdrops, glistening at the entrance of her red, squeezed-in-the-round vaginal opening, and the white base of her vulva. She still refused to give up, her cute, fox-like face completely hidden by her black hair. He brought her underwear to his nose and sniffed it deeply, inhaling the strong, distinctive scent of a young high school girl, a slightly salty smell.
He turned away, as if discarding Shen Siying like a piece of trash, and walked towards the stairwell.

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