Teachers Girls 4

(IV)
Returning
to the classroom in a daze, her mind wandering to all sorts of random thoughts, she was completely out of it. The teacher's unusual behavior caused a bit of chaos in the class, which made even the usually mild-mannered Pan Jing feel a surge of anger with nowhere to vent.
Just then, the classroom door opened.
A girl walked in without even saying hello.
Pan Jing exploded, yelling at the girl, "Next time you're late, don't come in! Don't disturb others!"
The classroom fell silent.
The girl's face was full of innocence, tears welling up in her eyes. She whispered an apology and returned to her seat with her head down.
However, she didn't notice the look of astonishment on the beautiful teacher's face at that moment.
It was her, no doubt about it; she knew those shoes all too well.
Pan Jing began to believe in fate.
"What bad luck! And I admired her so much. And she yelled at me. Bitch, bitch, bitch!" Chen Miaoyi silently cursed Pan Jing on the podium while teaching.
Unbeknownst to her, the English teacher who had just yelled at her had, just two days prior, meticulously licked clean her canvas shoes inch by inch. Even earlier, he had tasted her stockings, still damp with her foot sweat.
Steam filled the bathroom. The showerhead sprayed fine jets of water, causing the shower gel foam to gradually dissipate, revealing a captivating body. This scene was enough to make any man's blood boil. Drying herself, Pan Jing stood before the mirror at the sink, admiring her curvaceous figure. The marker marks on her abdomen were still there, because she hadn't deliberately washed them off; this sense of belonging made her feel at ease.
Since learning that the "princess" online was her student, Pan Jing's previous worries had dissipated considerably. Although she was still an unripe fruit, unable to compare to herself in looks, inner qualities, figure, or family background, she was still a diligent and good student. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she always exuded a sweet aura. Especially her legs, without an ounce of excess fat, were even more beautiful and alluring than her own.
The events of the past few weeks had made Pan Jing feel like life was a play. What if Chen Miaoyi discovered she was the mysterious maid? A maid who talked back to a princess probably wouldn't have a good ending. For three nights in a row, Pan Jing dreamed of kneeling at Chen Miaoyi's feet, begging for mercy.
Looking at the old phone on her bedside table, she couldn't help but turn on the screen... A slight vibration came from beside her pillow. Although there were curtains, Chen Miaoyi would still put her phone on vibrate mode at this time so as not to disturb her roommates when she was doing business with buyers.
"How is the princess doing lately?" It was her personal maid. Every time she thought of a female slave who was willing to clean her shoes with her tongue, Miaoyi's pride as a woman would surge inside her.
"So-so. I got scolded by the teacher in class the other day. I haven't calmed down yet. Is there something you need from this princess?" Pan Jing received the text message on the other end of the phone, and her guilt grew stronger.
"I saw your information on your online store, Princess. Your birthday is coming up soon?"
"Yes, what's up?"
"Then let me give you a birthday present. Happy birthday, Princess." Pan Jing wanted to make up for her behavior that day.
"Offering so much attention for no reason?"
"No, I just really wanted to give you a gift. I'm so grateful for everything you've given me."
The maid's sincere answer touched Miao Ru a little. Other buyers who purchased her used items would only use them a few times before losing interest and never contacting her again. But this little maid was so attentive to her.
"Okay, my skin has been feeling a bit dry lately. Could you send me some moisturizing face masks?"
"Yes, I've got it. Do you need anything else?"
"No, that's not necessary. But you've kept the blue stockings I gave you before, haven't you? Hehe, I want you to take some photos to decorate the store."
Pan Jing was dumbfounded. Back then, Chen Miao Ru had told her to take good care of her stockings, but Pan Jing thought it was just a joke and had already thrown them away. Why was she suddenly bringing it up now?
"I'm sorry, Princess, I accidentally lost your black stockings."
"You wretched maid, how dare you disobey my orders! You're finished! You'd better reflect on your actions. I'm going to sleep. I'll contact you again after I've figured out how to deal with this disobedient maid."
The last text message left Pan Jing feeling empty, as if she truly was a rebellious maid.
Chen Miaoru lay on her bed in her bedroom, enjoying the moisturizing effect of a face mask. She herself wouldn't even buy such an expensive face mask, yet this wretched maid was quite extravagant. But daring to lose this princess's sacred object—how could such a small gift make up for it? This time, she'd show her what she was capable of.

It's unclear when it started, but Miaoru gradually developed a fondness for sadistic pleasure. Not only could she vent her frustrations, but she could also feel a sense of superiority from seeing others bow down in submission.
Another private package arrived. Pan Jing signed for it and rushed home.
"Maid, hee hee...did you receive the package?" After seeing the tracking information show it was signed for, Chen Miaoru sent a voice message to her maid's phone.
"Received it, it's so light. Did the princess send me a pair of socks?" Pan Jing sat on the sofa in the study, weighing the box in her hand.
"Yes, that's right. Before you open it, go wash your face clean, don't get my socks dirty." Everything was going smoothly; the maid had no idea what kind of punishment awaited her.
Miaoru's soft voice stirred her desire. After carefully cleaning her face with facial cleanser, Pan Jing couldn't wait to report to the princess, "I'm done washing, princess."
"Open it, open it, I'm almost asleep."
What is this? Besides a pair of thin, black cotton socks covering the soles of her feet, there was a sealed bag containing a used face mask. It was yellowish in color, though.
"Princess, isn't the mask good?"
"It's not bad. That one's for you. Have you washed your face? Put it on."
Opening the bag and taking out the mask, a strong smell of urine assaulted Pan Jing's senses.
"Princess, what's this?"
"Hehe. I got up to pee in the middle of the night last night and removed the used mask from my face, then tossed it into the chamber pot and didn't bother with it. When I woke up this morning, I found it was full again. So I sent it to you."
It was indeed soaked in urine. Did the princess want her to use it?
"Huh? Why isn't it moving? If you don't want to use it, fine. Don't contact me again. I won't forgive you."
"Princess, you're so mean." After a moment's internal struggle, Pan Jing still placed the urine-soaked mask on her face. Just for a little while, it should be fine, right?
"Who told you to lose this princess's sacred object? Hehe, do you know why I made you wash your face? Because after washing your face, the pores can't close, which is perfect for fully absorbing the nutrients from the mask. I wonder what kind of substances your face can absorb. I just checked the ingredients of the mask, and it contains something called hyaluronic acid. I guess yours doesn't have it, but mine definitely doesn't lack hyaluronic acid. Hahaha." Miao Ru got more and more excited on the other end of the phone, teasing the woman who used her own urine as a face mask.
Pan Jing smelled the increasingly strong odor of urine, worried that her delicate face would be ruined, while carefully applying the mask to her face more firmly in front of the makeup mirror. Excess urine from the mask slowly dripped from Pan Jing's cheeks onto the pillow, and some playful drops even slid into Pan Jing's slightly open mouth. A salty, fishy smell of urine burst on her taste buds, along with a musky scent lingering on her tongue. She couldn't tell if it was the mask itself or the princess's delicate fragrance.
"Princess's pee is so salty, it tastes awful!"
"Hahahaha. I didn't make you drink it, you did it willingly. But using it internally and externally will be more effective. You can sleep with the mask on tonight. My roommate will be back soon, that's enough for today. Get a good beauty sleep. Also, don't lose the socks I gave you this time. Keep them in your mouth while you sleep tonight, then wash them and put them in your underwear drawer. Take good care of them."
The princess's humiliation still echoed in her ears. Pan Jing rubbed Chen Miaoyi's cotton socks in her mouth with her tongue before falling asleep.
Meanwhile, Miaoru turned off her phone, applied a fragrant mask to her face, turned on her MP3 player, and drifted off to sleep to the pleasant music.
The next day. The soft light of dawn bathed the small city. Two beautiful young women, in the prime of their youth, woke up simultaneously.
Pan Jing peeled off the dried-out face mask; her once fair and smooth face was now dry and sallow, emitting an unpleasant odor. The skin on her forehead was noticeably yellower than yesterday, indicating that her skin cells had absorbed a lot of toxins from her urine, which wouldn't be eliminated anytime soon. Frustrated, Pan Jing took out foundation and other cosmetics, applying an unnatural layer of heavy makeup. On the other
side of the city, Miao Ru walked radiantly to her classroom. Her skin, glowing with health, seemed almost translucent, drawing admiring glances from the boys passing by. Miao Ru ignored them, leaving behind a sweet smile and a lingering, unforgettable silhouette… During class that morning, Chen Miaoyi's phone vibrated. She checked it; it was from her maid. Two pictures: one of the maid with a cotton sock in her mouth, and another of her holding two sock tips in her mouth. The photo only showed the area below the nose, showing that Pan Jing was quite safety-conscious. Chen Miaoyi noticed that the cotton socks had been licked clean by the maid's tongue and was very pleased with herself.

Pan Jing's subservience aroused Chen Miaoyi's sadistic desires, and she thought of another wicked idea.
Pan Jing received another package from Chen Miaoyi, containing only a bottle of mineral water.
"Princess, I received your package."
"You lowly maid, do you know what I want you to do?"
Pan Jing thought for a moment, unsure of the princess's intentions.
"Still haven't figured it out? How stupid. This is for you to drink. Oh, right, it's not mineral water, it's my foot bath water from last night, unprocessed. A free gift for you. Hahahaha." Pan Jing's face flushed red. "Princess, you're so wicked, making me drink urine and foot bath water." "Hehe, you drank the urine willingly, I didn't ask you to. Hahahaha. ~ Drink the foot bath water quickly, the sooner the fresher it is." Pan Jing unscrewed the cap and gulped it down, drinking half of it in one go.
"You lowly maid, is it good? Hahaha!"
"Princess, it's awful!"
"Hahaha, how much have you drunk?"
"Princess, I've drunk half."
"What a waste! You should savor it little by little, like drinking tea, hahaha!" Pan Jing actually started savoring it, like drinking coffee.
"Hahaha, savor it slowly. If you want more, I can reward you later, hahaha." "Thank you, Princess. I kowtow to you in gratitude."
"Hmm, so obedient. Hahaha."
Miao Yi thought to herself, it's time to meet this maid
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