The teacher's pen (01-04)

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Chapter 1: Tutoring "Yes, move slowly," a woman's soft, seductive voice said. "Don't use so much force. Slower," the owner of the voice whispered, her warm body pressed against the boy's. The boy's body stiffened even more. "Don't do that, watch." As if in a hurry, the woman pressed close to the sitting boy's body and grasped his right hand. "Do you understand? Write gently like this." As if understanding the instructions, the boy silently continued practicing. The afterglow of the setting sun cast distorted shadows in the empty classroom as usual. "Do as the teacher says, understand?" The boy nodded almost imperceptibly. The woman's soft, shiny black hair brushed against the boy's cheek from behind, but the boy remained unmoved as if he hadn't noticed. From his shoulder to his back to his right wrist, he felt only the warmth of Teacher Shen Lingyi. Smelling the fragrance of the hair caressing his cheek, Zi Liang's heart pounded like a deer, and his gaze fell upon the calligraphy practice book. Unconsciously, Shen Lingyi's left hand rested on the boy's abdomen, caressing him as if hugging him from behind. "Isn't this better?" Her lips almost touched the boy's cheek. Like a puppet, the boy's right hand was held by Shen Lingyi's right hand, repeatedly practicing calligraphy on the rice paper. "Alright, that's enough for today." With these words, the boy was released from his puppet-like state. The practice rice paper was scattered around the table. "Ziliang, when you write, use a lighter touch." The teacher's advice still echoed in his mind as the boy set off on his way home. To the naive boy, Shen Lingyi was merely his calligraphy teacher. Today's behavior only made him feel strange, far from reaching the level of admiration for the opposite sex. When he got home, his mother, Lin Yueru, and his father, Song Yaowen, who had already returned from get off work, greeted him. "Ziliang came home so late, Mom was so worried," the father said sympathetically. "He's probably practicing calligraphy again. Tell the teacher not to rush him like that, he's still so young." The mother glared at the father, then urged, "Stop talking, dinner's ready, Ziliang must be starving." Ziliang followed his parents into the house and placed his calligraphy supplies on the table. Yue Ru watched all this, lost in memories. Chapter Two: Shen Lingyi's Ambition The calligraphy class Ziliang attended was located in a luxurious villa. The entire villa belonged to his teacher, Shen Lingyi. How could a single woman under thirty run such a luxurious calligraphy class? The reason was that Shen Lingyi's father was the renowned calligrapher Shen Bi. Parents flocked to her class. Shen Lingyi's class only taught young children. Elementary school students made up the majority. Middle school students and above were reassigned to other classes. As for the reason? ...
"Ziliang, do you want to stay for tutoring today?" Shen Lingyi whispered in the boy's ear. Ziliang nodded, and a strange light flashed in Shen Lingyi's eyes upon seeing this. Her gaze lingered on the boy's reddened earlobe, and she licked her lips, like a cat eyeing its prey. Indeed, the boy was Shen Lingyi's prey. To Shen Lingyi, the entire classroom was her hunting ground. Shen Lingyi left Ziliang and walked to the back of the classroom. The children were all sitting at their desks, diligently practicing their handwriting. Watching the little ones' white, tender legs curled up under the desks; their tiny bottoms; their efforts to sit upright, Shen Lingyi's sadistic desires were greatly satisfied. "You write so well," Shen Lingyi praised the child in front of her. Then, she gently placed her hand on his back and explained the techniques in detail. Although her favorite was Ziliang, Shen Lingyi also had a deep interest in the boy in front of her. After class, the children left the classroom one after another, and Ziliang stayed behind as expected. Shen Lingyi untangled her hair. With her hair down, her face, from her eyebrows to her temples, became blurred, giving her a gentle appearance. "How's your practice, Ziliang?" Shen Lingyi asked, looking up at the boy's forehead. While staring at the table, she inhaled the scent of his hair. "This is not bad," Shen Lingyi praised, pointing to a spot. Gently stroking the boy's forehead, Shen Lingyi leaned against his back with affection. "Here, you're using too much force again," Shen Lingyi said, grasping the boy's right hand. "I told you to control the pressure of your pen." Her left hand rested on the boy's trousers, drawing circles through the fabric. Her breath scattered the brown wisps of hair on the boy's forehead. She pressed her chest even more firmly against the boy's back. Feeling the boy's rapid heartbeat against her chest, Shen Lingyi knew he was very nervous. "Ziliang…" she whispered, her lips almost touching the boy's ear. Seeing the boy's shoulder twitch as if stung by a bee, Shen Lingyi grinned mischievously and reached her left hand towards the boy's crotch. "Lift it up when you finish the stroke here." While guiding the boy with her right hand, Shen Lingyi slowly tightened her grip on his crotch with her left. Just then... Huh? This kid? It felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest after running at full speed. This kid, this kid...! Shen Lingyi looked at Ziliang's expression, and although she couldn't see any change, she knew exactly what was going on. This kid had already ejaculated! Shen Lingyi's hand gripped the boy's erection tightly through his pants. She was secretly thrilled. But she calmly said, "Okay, now tidy up your things." Lin Yueru, Ziliang's mother, was more happy than worried about being kept behind for individual tutoring by the teacher. First, she was proud that her child had been recognized by the teacher. Moreover, Ziliang seemed a bit withdrawn at home, which Yueru noticed and made her anxious. More interaction with people reassured her. Second, she was happy that her child had chosen calligraphy, which he liked. In fact, it was Yueru's decision that Ziliang enrolled in the calligraphy class. Yue Ru herself is a sixth-dan calligrapher, and she believes that learning calligraphy helps cultivate one's character. "If this continues, our son might become a calligrapher someday," Yue Ru joked to her husband. "You're overthinking it; it's just an interest class," her husband replied calmly. In reality, her husband, Song Yaowen, didn't want their son to attend calligraphy classes. Originally, he thought their son was still young and that he should take Ziliang to the park for a walk on weekends. But his wife insisted, so he had no choice but to go along with her. Despite her husband's lack of support, Yue Ru was always happy to see her son practicing calligraphy. Perhaps this is a common problem among parents who project their unfulfilled dreams onto their children. Today after get off work, Yue Ru took some time to pick up her son from the calligraphy class. In the classroom, where only the two of them were present, Ziliang was receiving instruction from his teacher, Shen Lingyi. He was experiencing the sensation of ejaculation as usual. In reality, Ziliang didn't understand the meaning of ejaculation from his teacher. To him, it was just a conditioned reflex of his body when the teacher brought him pleasure. At first, Ziliang didn't find this unusual phenomenon incredible. Because the teacher was pressing so closely against him, he felt extremely nervous. In that state of extreme tension, he had no mind to feel the sensation of ejaculation. Furthermore, the boy's development was incomplete, so there was almost no wetness in his underwear after ejaculation. However, after repeated stimulation, Ziliang's body had grown rapidly. He could no longer be compared to a normal child. No one knew this better than Shen Lingyi. "Ziliang, do you want to go to the restroom?" Shen Lingyi asked after the tutoring session. The boy looked at Shen Lingyi with confusion. Shen Lingyi instantly understood and pointed to the boy's crotch. "Look here, Ziliang, didn't you feel like you wet your pants?" The boy panicked and stood up abruptly. But he leaned too far forward and fell. "Are you alright, Ziliang?" Shen Lingyi ran over and supported the boy's upper body. "Let the teacher take a look." As she spoke, she placed her right hand on the boy's crotch. The boy was filled with shyness, his waist moving backward, his hands trying to stop the teacher from approaching, but he couldn't escape Shen Lingyi's closeness. "It's wet. Feel it with your hand." Zi Liang's hand was grabbed by the teacher and placed on his crotch, but he couldn't tell if it was wet or not. Glancing at Zi Liang, Shen Lingyi quickly pulled down the boy's pants. "You'll get scolded when you get home if you wet your pants, right?" Zi Liang was thinking of what to say in rebuttal when Shen Lingyi continued to threaten, "You'll get scolded if you make a mess of the classroom." The boy's face was filled with unease and shame. "See, it's wet." Shen Lingyi unfolded the boy's white underwear, and sure enough, there was a wet spot with a small amount of liquid clinging to it. From then on, Zi Liang was labeled a bad boy by Shen Lingyi, making the boy always feel guilty when facing the teacher. However, the male's natural curiosity about sex overwhelmed the guilt, and Zi Liang continued to accept the teacher's extracurricular tutoring as always. Enduring the feeling of humiliation while letting the teacher play with him became their secret. And this behavior became more and more frequent. Today, Zi Liang also took off his pants and underwear to pee and lay on the table, letting the teacher do as she pleased. But she didn't know her mother had taken the time to visit him. As Yue Ru walked, she thought to herself, "It's surprising how warm-hearted Teacher Shen is." In Yue Ru's eyes, Shen Lingyi's first impression was that of an ice queen. Decisive and ruthless, saying she was devoid of human warmth might be an exaggeration, but judging from her appearance, it was impossible to imagine she would enjoy being with children so much. During their first meeting, Shen Lingyi had a completely businesslike and indifferent attitude, without any extra expression. Yue Ru thought that if Shen Lingyi were a little gentler, she would definitely be more likable. Because of this impression, she was surprised by Shen Lingyi's warmth when she first met her child. "Your child has quite a talent for calligraphy." Yue Ru was very pleased with Shen Lingyi's praise. Yue Ru looked around the classroom. The gray walls lacked the bright colors that children like, which, in another way, reflected Shen Lingyi's aloof personality. Yue Ru walked straight down the corridor from the main entrance, and the first room on the right was the reception room. That was where Shen Lingyi handled official business. The registration procedures for enrollment were done there. "My son is probably receiving tutoring now," Yue Ru guessed. 3-4-1 Shen Lingyi was in a state of excitement. She buried her nose in the boy's hair, her left hand playing with the bulge protruding from his crotch, immersed in the pleasure of discipline. In Shen Lingyi's eyes, her time with Ziliang wasn't tutoring, but a wicked rendezvous. From the first time she saw Ziliang, Shen Lingyi knew it was their destined encounter. While her right hand guided Ziliang above the rice paper, her left hand was fully engaged in playing with the boy's penis. The boy's penis was white and small, but very firm. The tip was a pale pink, and clear fluid oozed from the small urethral opening. So cute! The fair and delicate penis, like Ziliang's first impression on Shen Lingyi, appeared tender and exquisite. Ziliang, who had repeatedly wet his pants due to pleasure, didn't resist as his pants were pulled down. Ziliang was a quiet child. Most of the time, he just watched as Shen Lingyi played with him. When encountering something he didn't understand, he would only look at the teacher with confused eyes, hoping for an answer. Shen Lingyi buried her face in Ziliang's hair. The boy's slightly milky scent filled her nostrils. Satisfied, she licked the boy's wet groin; the semen was incredibly little, yet it possessed a youthful innocence that adult men lacked. Shen Lingyi stopped licking and instead gently wiped the boy's testicles with a towel, feeling completely satisfied. For ordinary people, especially a single woman, it was almost impossible to see a boy's private parts, let alone a boy's genitals when he was in heat. Shen Lingyi's initial intention in opening this calligraphy class was for this purpose, but she had searched for a long time without finding a satisfactory target. In addition, she couldn't be too explicit in front of the children, which caused Shen Lingyi considerable distress. Until Ziliang appeared. Bringed by his mother, Ziliang displayed excellent family upbringing; unlike other children, he wasn't naughty and seemed clever and sensible. Add to that his naturally light brown hair and fair skin, and he resembled a delicate porcelain doll… he was exactly Shen Lingyi's type. So much so that upon first meeting Ziliang, Shen Lingyi felt it was a fateful encounter. Later, she tried tutoring him privately, which further convinced her of her judgment. As her relationship with the boy grew closer, so did the number of shameful things they did. Even now, even during the day, they could openly…Huangdi held the boy's penis in his hand and played with it. Chapter Four: An Unexpected Encounter Shen Lingyi's right hand held a calligraphy brush, while her left hand gripped the boy's penis even tighter. To her, Ziliang's penis was the brush in her eyes. Transparent ink overflowed from the tip of the upright 'brush,' and one could feel the flow of blood on its surface. Shen Lingyi held it gently but tightly, her thumb occasionally stroking the tip. Shen Lingyi's cheek was close to Ziliang's forehead, and her lips were close to his ear as she said, "Do you need to pee today too?" Just then, Lin Yueru's voice suddenly came from the doorway, and Shen Lingyi's body instantly stiffened. "Is Teacher Shen Lingyi here?" Just as Lin Yueru was about to peek into the classroom, she saw an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, with an extraordinary air, walking around the corner. He was about 50 years old. He had a well-proportioned figure and a lean face. His walk exuded the authority of a superior. "Hello, um, I'm picking up my child..." Not wanting to leave a bad impression on the elderly man, Yue Ru explained her purpose. "Ah, you're the child's mother." The man smiled gently. Although he was nearing sixty, his smile still possessed a charm that attracted women. "The calligraphy class should have ended by now," the man said, walking towards the door where Yue Ru was. "Um, it was Ms. Shen Lingyi giving my child extra tutoring; I just got off work and came over."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to have taken up your time. My daughter works here, and I came to visit her. I'm Shen Lingyi's father..." "Ah! Are you Mr. Shen Bi?" Yue Ru's surprised question interrupted the man's words. "Yes, I am." (8 gold coins for reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered!)

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