My story with the "Secret Carving" teacher

My Story with the "Secret Carving" Teacher

Author: Guanxing Jushi

This is my true story. To ensure authenticity, I haven't embellished it. Please forgive me if you find it lacking in excitement!

This happened about ten years ago—when I was a freshman at a junior high school in Taichung County. I remember two teachers I disliked the most: the PE teacher and the music teacher.

The PE teacher was a man, very strict in class and liked to swear. However, he has nothing to do with what I'm going to talk about today, so let's skip him…

What does matter is the music teacher, a woman. She was even stricter in class. Although she didn't swear, we were more afraid of her and thought she was a bit abnormal.

For example, she seemed to hate it when students forgot their textbooks. If you accidentally forgot yours, she would come up with a way to punish you. Not only would she hit your hand, but she would also make us call home to bring our textbooks to school!

This was simply unreasonable! By the time our family brought the textbooks, class had already ended! What else could you call this but perverted?

One of her students gave her a very famous nickname: "Secret Eagle." Anyone who's ever watched puppet shows before should recognize it, right? That's right, it's that hunchbacked, mysterious, strange figure, Secret Eagle!

I think she got this nickname not only because of her somewhat perverted personality, but also

because of her appearance and physique. Her hair wasn't long, usually tied in a very short ponytail. While not pretty, she wasn't repulsive either. Her eyes, though single-lidded, were large and piercing, coupled with sparse eyebrows and a sallow complexion—when she glared at you, you'd definitely be scared!

She wasn't tall, I guess probably less than 150 centimeters, and a little overweight, so when people saw her like this, and heard the nickname her students gave her—"Secret Eagle"—they would often unconsciously chuckle knowingly.

Once, I saw a car moving at school but couldn't see anyone driving it, which startled me; I thought it was a ghost car. Upon closer inspection, I realized she was so short that I hadn't noticed anyone in the driver's seat!

Another time, unfortunately, I forgot my textbook again! I was too afraid to confess, because she had threatened us before that if anyone forgot their textbook again, she would hit their hands with a cane instead of their palms!
Good heavens! That would hurt so much! Terrified, I found a textbook and pretended it was a music textbook.

I was on tenterhooks during class, terrified she would come and find out, because she had asked at the beginning if anyone had forgotten their textbook. No one stood up! I thought, if I'm the only one who forgot
, I'm in even worse shape! And that's exactly what happens—the things you fear most are the most likely
to happen !

Just when I was relieved that class was almost over, she still found out!
So, she angrily started checking everyone's textbooks, and to make matters worse—this time, I was the only one who hadn't brought mine! It was truly
a case of misfortunes never coming singly! Just when I had resigned myself to my fate, the bell rang like a savior.

She then told me to come to her office after lunch. After she left, I inevitably became
the object of my classmates' schadenfreude!

After enduring two periods of anxiety, I hastily finished my lunch. Sacrificing the joy of
eating ice cream , I went alone to the counseling room with a heavy heart to report to "Secret Carving."

Entering the counseling room, I saw her eating her lunch alone at her desk—it was one of those metal lunchboxes
. I guessed she had prepared it herself.

Back then, almost everyone ate custom-made lunches; it seemed very few people prepared their own from home. I thought to myself, she
truly lived up to her reputation for being different! It was simply outrageous that someone like her was both a music teacher and a counselor
! I felt she was the one who needed counseling!

Before she had finished her lunch, she told me to wait beside her. Finally, she finished eating.

She asked, "Why didn't you bring your textbook?"

I replied, "I forgot!"

She said, "Forgot? You dare say that? How many times has this happened?"

I honestly couldn't remember how many times this had happened, so I could only reply, "I promise I won't
forget next time."

She continued, "Do you know? I've been watching you for a long time! It seems like you're always the one who forgets!"

I lowered my head in shame.

This clearly didn't move her, so she said, "You all say the same thing! Next time, it'll be
the same few of you who forget!"

I said dejectedly, "Please give me another chance, teacher."

She said angrily, "How can I trust you when you're like this!" Then, she stood up and went into
a small room separated by a filing cabinet, saying, "Come over here."

I followed her inside, and she sat on the sofa, saying, "Come here, sit here."

I sat on the sofa next to her as she instructed. She looked at me and said, "Okay, tell the teacher,
why do you always disregard what the teacher says?"

I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Teacher, I'll definitely pay attention in the future and won't do it again
."

She said, "Then why didn't you pay attention before? Did you look down on the teacher?"

I said fearfully, "No."

I think the teacher couldn't think of anything to say to me for a moment, so we were silent for a while.

Then she suddenly reached out and touched my penis through my pants. I was caught off guard and hurriedly
moved her hand away,
thinking: Is this her punishment for me?!

She didn't say anything, but moved her hand back and continued to touch my penis, even grabbing it. I didn't dare resist, so
I could only silently accept the teacher's punishment.

Then she said, "Come on, sit on the teacher's lap."

I hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting on her lap.

Then she unbuckled my belt and pants, pulled my underwear up to my thighs, and then held my penis in her hand.

Unexpectedly, she said, "It's so small."

How awful! This really hurt my young heart!

However, after watching for a while, she took my penis in her hand and started rubbing it up and down to help me masturbate.

At this time, my penis also started to get hard, and she seemed quite satisfied, so she said, "Do you feel itchy?"

I replied, "Mmm." I

guess she probably didn't know that I had already learned to masturbate since the fifth grade of elementary school. However, the way she helped me masturbate was a little different from the way I used to do it.

The feeling of being masturbated by my teacher was honestly a bit like a masochistic pleasure. However, as the pleasure
gradually increased, I fantasized about having sex with my female classmates from elementary school. Sigh, what can I do? Back then,
junior high was segregated by gender, which made it difficult for me to find a sexual object for my fantasies!

Then, while she was masturbating me, she asked, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, you have to tell me."

Actually, I wanted to say, "Teacher, you're hurting me a lot." Because when her hand was rubbing my penis up and down
, it felt like her nails were poking my glans, which hurt quite a bit. But I didn't dare to say it. I could only let
her do as she pleased.

However, as the pleasure gradually increased, the pain seemed insignificant. At
this

moment, I really wanted to tell her, "Teacher, please be a little harder, a little faster, okay?" But I didn't dare to say it. But things eventually came to an end—I finally reached the peak of pleasure.

At this moment, she seemed to notice my reaction. She stopped rubbing me and held
my penis tightly with her hand, allowing me to reach an even greater pleasure.

However, after a short while, she seemed to have a question, though she didn't say it aloud. I guess she was wondering
why I hadn't ejaculated.

To be honest, it's embarrassing to admit. Actually, it was because I had masturbated the night before.

She probably still thought I wasn't fully developed. But soon enough, a few drops of semen came out of my urethra
. She looked at it, then, as if it were a precious treasure, got up and knelt in front of me, taking my penis into her mouth and
starting to suck on it.

While she was sucking, I could feel her teeth inside my penis, which was a little different from what I usually imagined
oral sex . Honestly, she should have started giving me oral sex from the beginning; now that I had ejaculated
and my penis was soft, it wasn't as stimulating.

After about a minute, she spat my penis out of her mouth and went to the trash can
to spit out her saliva. I saw long, sticky streams of fluid flowing from her mouth into the trash can; she
seemed to be struggling to do this. I had initially thought she would swallow all my semen.

Then, she turned around, took out some tissues from her pocket, and wiped my penis clean. She then told me to put my pants
back on.

At this point, she said, "Okay, hurry back to the classroom."

I looked at her then and couldn't resist reaching out to touch her breasts.

She was startled and pulled away. She glared at me, a little angry, and said, "How could you do this!"

I quickly replied, "I'm sorry, teacher. I was just curious."

She said, "Is it okay to do this just because you're curious?" After a while, she said, "Okay, never mind. Don't
tell anyone when you get back."

I hurriedly replied, "Okay," and left.

That night, when I got home and lay in bed preparing to sleep, I kept thinking about it. I kept
replaying the events in my mind, filled with questions—why didn't she just have sex with me? At the same time,
I felt regretful because I couldn't resist touching her breasts, but I only felt her bra through her clothes.

Perhaps I have a mother complex? I'm always filled with a longing for women's breasts. Thinking about it, I
couldn't help but get excited, so I started masturbating again. While I was masturbating, I was fantasizing about
having sex with her.

After finally finishing, I calmed down and realized
how disgusting it was that I had fantasized about having sex with this teacher, whom my classmates considered ugly and short. Before, my sexual fantasies were always about my gentle and refined
Chinese teacher or my beautiful and alluring English teacher! How did I end up like this?
Unexpectedly , this incident became a shadow in my heart, and she became
the object of my most frequent sexual fantasies! She was truly a demon!

In subsequent music classes, even if she saw me, she would pretend not to know me. But I would often
stare at her absentmindedly during class, fantasizing about unspeakable things.

When I entered the second year of junior high, we were reassigned to different classes. My music teacher wasn't her, but she became
my scout teacher!

The first time I attended her scout class, I thought that, like before, she would pretend that nothing had happened
between .

But, right after class ended, she called me from the hallway. She said, "Wang XX, can you come to the counseling room
to see me at noon?"

I replied, "Okay."

She turned and walked away.

My heart was pounding. I wondered if she was going to do "that" with me again.

Noon finally arrived, and I went to the counseling room as promised. I was even thinking that maybe this would be my
first time experiencing sex with a woman.

When I entered the counseling room, she asked me to sit down. She said, "What do you think of me?"

I replied, "Very good, just a little fierce."

She smiled and said, "Really?"

I felt strange, as I'd never seen her smile before.

She continued, "I know you all think I'm fierce and hate me, right?"

I said, "No."

She said, "You hate me too, right?"

I said, "No."

She said again, "I know you don't like me. I can see it in your eyes."

To be honest, although I didn't like her at that time, I didn't hate her either! And somehow,
I even felt a little sorry for her. But she insisted that she could tell I hated her from my eyes
. This is unbelievable! And she's a tutor, no wonder! So I kept quiet.

Then she said, "Want to come to my house this Sunday?"

I asked her, "Where does my house live?"

She said, "In Dajia."

I said, "I don't know how to get to Dajia."

She said, "I can take you." She added, "Okay, this Sunday morning at nine o'clock,
wait for me at the side gate of the school, and I'll take you there."

I thought to myself: Is the teacher really going to do *that* with me this time?

So I replied, "Okay."

On Sunday morning, I arrived at our appointment on time, only to find a red car already waiting there. She called to me
from the car , and I got in.

The car arrived in Dajia in less than half an hour. After getting out, I realized we were at a
hotel . I wondered why we weren't at her house. Was it because it was inconvenient to do *that*?

I followed her into the hotel.

I watched her back. She was wearing a white top, a knee-length red pencil skirt, white stockings, and
red high heels. Her hair wasn't tied up as usual; it was down, and there was even
a .

A woman nearing forty, dressed in a way incongruous with her age to seduce a man—
I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Perhaps her eccentric and withdrawn personality had left her lonely, friendless, and
without the taste of love, making her so lonely and yearning for a man's comfort.

A classmate told me she grew up in a single-parent family. My father was
a veteran who . Alone and struggling, he finally married, only to have his wife run off with another man, leaving
her behind when she was just two years old. After raising her to adulthood and making her a teacher, he suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, confined to
his home. She cared for him every day.

Thinking of this, I felt pity. Alright! I'll offer her my first time to satisfy her
! Then, I followed her up the stairs to the room.

She locked the door, and my heart was pounding. We took off our shoes and
sat together on the bed.

She asked, "Are you nervous?"

I said, "No."

She said, "You seem very nervous. It's okay, relax." Then she started
taking off her skirt.

When she was about to take off her top, she saw me sitting still and said, "Why aren't you moving? Take
your clothes off."

I did as she said, watching her undress. She was wearing a
white bra with a corset-like design and lace trim.

When she tried to unhook the back of the bra, she seemed to have trouble; one hook would
n't budge . I wanted to help her, but I didn't dare.

Finally, she managed to unhook it completely. When she pulled it off her arms, I finally saw
her breasts; they looked quite full, even a little large.

Then she started taking off her pantyhose, suddenly turning to me and saying, "What's so interesting? Take
your pants off!"

I had hesitated to take them off until I was down to my underwear, because it was my first time
. At her command, I quickly took them off.

She had already taken hers off too. She sat next to me, reached out and touched my
penis, holding it in her hand, looking at it, and said, "Your thing is very beautiful."

I never dreamed that my penis would be praised by my teacher! I stared at her round, large
breasts , finally mustering the courage to touch them. Thankfully, she didn't stop me this time.

Touching a woman's breasts for the first time felt novel and exciting; they seemed like lumps of flesh swaying in
front of me . Her areolas were large, and their color wasn't
as dark as some older women's or women who had been with many men. I know many men prefer women with small areolas, but I prefer
women with large areolas. I think it might be related to the large areolas of the first woman I slept with.

I started kneading her breasts with my hands, and my eyes began to stare at her genitals. Because of her pubic hair and her thighs
not being fully open, I couldn't see her private parts. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I didn't have the courage.

Then I noticed that her hands were covered with burn scars, which was a bit frightening. She seemed to sense
my confusion and said, "This is from when I was little, I was accidentally scalded by boiling water."

I just blankly replied, "Oh."

Then she said, "Come on! Lie down."

I lay down, and soon I felt my penis being tightly encased in her mouth, and she began to suck and
spit , letting my penis move in and out of her mouth. I thought to myself: her technique has really improved
a lot since last time!

After she stroked my penis a dozen times, she spat it out of her mouth and said, "It tastes salty."
Then she said , "Okay, get up." Then she lay down next to me, spread her legs, and said, "Come on."

So I got up and knelt between her legs. I thought that her spreading her legs was a form of permission, so I boldly
reached out and touched her vulva.

I had only seen women's genitals in books before, but this time I not only saw a real woman's genitals but was also
touching them with my hand. My dream had finally come true! I felt that women's genitals were much
softer .

Driven by irresistible curiosity, I bent down and peered closely at her vulva, wanting to get a
better look. I noticed her labia were quite large and fleshy, a flesh-colored hue with a hint of red, and beautifully
shaped . Unlike some women whose labia are oddly shaped or darkened or purplish in color
.

As I've grown older and met more women, I've realized that none of them could compare to the beauty of my teacher's
vulva. A woman who wasn't conventionally beautiful on the outside, yet her genitals were so alluring—
truly appearances can be deceiving! It seems God is fair!

So, everyone, if your girlfriend isn't conventionally beautiful, don't be discouraged and neglect
her. Perhaps after getting to know her better, you'll discover her inner beauty.

As I observed her vulva, I also touched it with my hand to get a better look. Suddenly
, the thought arose in my mind to lick my teacher's vulva. I hadn't expected her to see through me. She actually said, "
Don't lick."

I was stunned for a moment, thinking, how did she know I wanted to lick her vulva?

I had no choice but to raise my head and grab her breasts again, starting to caress and knead them, then
I brought my mouth to lick her nipples. This time she didn't stop me, so I started sucking on her nipples.
Her head was quite large. As I suckled, I switched to the other nipple, sucking more and more vigorously,
unwilling , and even reaching out to stroke her other breast.

Then she said, "Okay, can you even get any milk out of me?"

Reluctantly, I gave up and then stroked her lower abdomen; she was a slightly overweight
woman , her lower abdomen protruding. Next, my hand moved to her vulva and began to caress it.

I looked at her while manipulating her labia. Honestly, her vulva was truly beautiful—
her pubic hair was thick and soft. Her labia majora were large, seemingly with a lot of fat, making her
vulva look plump. Her labia minora were well-proportioned and thick, protruding from the dense pubic hair,
unlike many women whose vulvas are completely hidden by pubic hair. Therefore, having the opportunity to see my teacher's vulva was
a great visual treat.

At this point, the teacher seemed a little angry and embarrassed, and said, "What's so interesting about this? Hurry up and
come on in ."

I knew she wanted me to penetrate her, so I lifted my penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. However, my penis
kept getting stuck at the entrance, and I couldn't get it in no matter how many times I tried. It was really embarrassing.

The teacher seemed to sympathize with me after seeing this, so she reached out and held my penis, saying, "Okay." So
I gratefully pushed hard, and easily inserted my penis into the teacher's vagina.

Then I used both hands to hold her legs and began to slowly thrust in and out. Watching my penis
go in and out , I thought that this time I could finally fulfill my long-cherished wish and experience the pleasure between men and women.

After about a dozen thrusts, I was not satisfied and reached out to caress the teacher's breasts. First, I used my hands to push
them into two mounds, then let go and let them spread out. After doing this a few times, I
grabbed tightly, moving and rotating them continuously, enjoying the pleasure of playing with a woman's breasts.

Suddenly, I realized I'd been so engrossed in touching her breasts that I'd forgotten my penis still had work to do!
So , I resumed the motion of slowly inserting my penis into her vagina and gently pulling it out.

But my hands wouldn't let go of her beautiful breasts, gripping them tightly as if afraid
they'd escape. At that moment, I felt my hands caressing her full breasts, watching my penis
appear . My past sexual fantasies had all come true; it was incredibly pleasurable.

She probably disapproved of my behavior and said, "Get on top of me." So I lay on top of her and continued
thrusting.

Perhaps I was blinded by love, because I disregarded her appearance and felt
an urge I asked, "Teacher, can I kiss you?"

She said, "No."

I said, "Why?"

She replied, "I'm wearing lipstick; it'll get on you."

Now I think it's for the best. I've already lost my virginity to this old monster; at least my first kiss wasn't lost along with
it .

Suddenly, I had a thought: I wanted to try the dog-like position. So I said, "Teacher, can
we try a different position?"

The teacher asked, "What position?"

I said, "You lie down, and I'll enter you from behind."

She said, "Okay. Get up."

So I got up and pulled out my penis. She got up, turned around, and knelt down with her back to me, her buttocks
facing me.

Although her legs were short and thick, her buttocks were quite alluring, white with a rosy tint, and rather plump, unlike my
current girlfriend's flat buttocks, which was a real flaw. I tried to insert my penis between the teacher's plump buttocks again,
but this time I still couldn't get it in.

The teacher probably noticed my predicament, so she reached out and guided my penis into her vagina.

After successfully inserting it, I held the teacher's body and began thrusting. At this time, the teacher buried her head on
the pillow , seemingly resting because she was a little tired.

After about twenty or thirty thrusts, I felt the pleasure gradually increase, but I really didn't want
to ejaculate so soon. I wanted to enjoy it a little longer, so I stopped thrusting, lay on her back, and enjoyed the
tender moment. Then I reached out and fondled her breasts.

At this moment, she asked, "Why aren't you moving?"

I didn't want to leave her body, so I brought my face close to her ear, pressed my chest against her back, and began
to twist my hips and continue thrusting. At this moment, I was panting as I thrust, and I could also smell
the fragrance in her hair.

I was probably too intoxicated by it, forgetting that I was having sex with a woman who was ugly and might
be to be my mother. I even started fantasizing that she was my lover, and how wonderful it would be if we could keep
making love like this forever. I also thought that it would be a great pleasure to often
make love !

Just as I was lost in the moment, my penis accidentally slipped out of my teacher's vagina. I had to get up
and grab my penis again, trying to put it back into my teacher's vagina. Unexpectedly, I still needed the teacher's help to
re-insert my penis.

After guiding it into her vagina, the teacher seemed uneasy. As I continued
thrusting , she placed her hand on her own opening
, guiding my penis back and forth to prevent it from slipping out again.

Seeing her eyes closed and her expression of unwavering acceptance as I thrust into her from behind in the mirror,
I was deeply moved. She was usually so strict in class, but now she was so considerate.

After a while, she said, "My legs are so sore, I want to lie down."

I quickly replied, "Okay," and pulled out my penis.

She then rolled over, spreading her legs to reveal her plump and alluring vulva. I gripped my penis and thrust forward.
She was very considerate; this time, before I could even try, she guided my penis into her vagina.

I lay on top of her and began thrusting. This time, I quickly felt my semen starting to accumulate. I
knew it was an unstoppable force, so I began to thrust relentlessly.

The teacher had already noticed, so she hugged me tightly with both hands and hooked her legs around my buttocks,
pressing me and the teacher close together.

My mind went blank, and I clung tightly to my teacher, thrusting wildly. When even my tightest sphincter couldn't hold back
the torrent, I cruelly ejaculated streams of semen into her body.

Afterward, exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, catching my breath, and tried to get up. Unexpectedly, she held me
still , not letting me rise, saying, "Wait a minute."

I thought, "Does she still not want to let me go?"

She then said, "Don't rush. Pull it out slowly so you don't stain the sheets." So I carefully
pulled my penis out of her vagina.

She used toilet paper to clean it. Then she said, "Put your clothes on!"

After the passion subsided, looking at my teacher's short, plump figure as she dressed, I felt completely
devoid of lust. "Lust is emptiness"—that saying is truly true.

Then she drove me back to Fengyuan.

All the way, I kept thinking: Was this my first time? A
feeling . Shouldn't I have shared my first time with the person I loved most?

When we arrived in Fengyuan, the teacher asked if I wanted to have lunch with her. I said, "No, thank you. I'll
eat at home."

She said, "Okay." Then, she took out 500 yuan from her purse and gave it to me, saying, "Here's
some pocket money ."

I took the money without saying a word.

She said, "Don't tell anyone about this!" I nodded.

After I got out of the car, she said goodbye and drove away.

After that, even in her classes, it was as if nothing had happened, as if we both
had a tacit understanding. Only once, I bumped into her in the corridor next to the teachers' office.
In that awkward moment when our eyes met, she nodded and smiled at me first, and I shyly said, "Hello, teacher!"

She never asked me to do that kind of thing again. About two months later, she resigned and left the school.

I don't know if it was because of this incident, but my grades plummeted. I used to always be in the top five in every exam
, but suddenly I fell out of the top ten. The situation got even worse after I entered the third year of junior high school. Even being among the bottom
few in my class became commonplace. My college entrance exam results were a complete disaster, and unable to afford a private five-year vocational college, I had to settle for a vocational high school
.

In my second year of high school, I had sex with my first girlfriend, a classmate, and I gave her my first kiss.
Embarrassingly, because my attempt to sink a shot failed, she believed it was my first time, while she
had plenty of experience.

Although I was annoyed, I endured it and used her as a good practice subject, greatly
improving my skills.

After entering a two-year vocational college, I finally met my ideal girlfriend. She was also a classmate
, named Huiqiu. She was truly a good girl. For two years in the two-year vocational college, she never gave me a chance—
partly because I was too honest.

However, I finally succeeded during my extended study year. And let me tell you, it was her first
time !

Later, during my two years of military service, she waited for me without complaint, which deeply moved me. So
whenever I had a long weekend, I would rush to Kaohsiung to be with her, have a good
time, and relax from the stress of work.

After my military service, I found a stable job in the Hsinchu Science Park. I thought
I had finally escaped the shadow cast by Teacher Mi Diao. But then, at a school fair my sister and I visited
, I saw her—Mi Diao! I couldn't possibly mistake her; no one in the world looks like her.

I was terrified of being recognized, yet I couldn't help but look at her. She seemed much older, her face
more puffy.

Just then, my sister said, "Hey! Look, that woman is our old school teacher."

I replied, "Oh, isn't she the one everyone calls 'Secret Carving'?"

My sister laughed excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes! That's her! That's her!" Then she added, "I heard
she came to this school to be a teacher."

I noticed she was holding a little girl's hand and asked, "Is she married?"

My sister replied, "Who would dare marry her! I heard that girl is adopted!" Hearing this, my
heart started racing.

I looked over, and she was squatting by the goldfish stand watching her daughter catch fish. I stared at her daughter
—she was probably around ten years old! Perhaps it was my imagination, but I felt that the girl's face
resembled mine. Could she be the child I had with my teacher that year…?

And that incident has been about ten years now, and we didn't use contraception back then…

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.

I really wanted to go over and ask her, "Is that child really from that time…?" But I didn't have
the courage.

Seeing her holding that little girl's hand, her attitude so kind and gentle, made me even more convinced that she must be her
own child, and a strange sense of guilt rose in my heart...

I'm getting married to A-Qiu next year. Looking back, it seems everything in humanity is preordained, and I'm
startled to realize that my fiancée and that "Secret Carving" teacher have so much in common:

although my fiancée is beautiful, she, like her, likes to wear her hair all pulled back in a ponytail.

When she glares at me angrily with those big eyes, it reminds me of her!

Her personality is practically a carbon copy of hers—irritable, willful, and a bit aloof.

What I can't forget most is that they both have: full breasts, large areolas, thick pubic hair, and
equally large, alluring vulvas—though not as unforgettable as the teacher's!

Similarly white and tempting buttocks—though hers is flatter than the teacher's plump bottom!

Teacher! You are still the demon in my heart, constantly haunting me.

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