Mother and daughter grieve together

Leaving the room with her two children, her husband was already snoring contentedly. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoming could no longer hold back; tears streamed down her face, a torrent of emotion releasing the humiliation she had suffered. She had never imagined that her student, a child the same age as her son, would betray her like a prostitute, humiliating her with strangers as if she were the lowest of prostitutes.

"What should I do? This man won't let me go today. Who can save me?!" Looking back at her sleeping husband, she was overwhelmed with grief and unable to control herself.

"Should I tell his father? Maybe...maybe the principal will think I've given in to him and won't let his devilish son, Yu Nie, humiliate me anymore?"

"Maybe being the principal's mistress is better than being humiliated like a prostitute. I must get rid of that little devil." Whenever her student, about the same age as her son, eagerly and shamelessly straddled her, his underdeveloped, short penis wantonly penetrating the vagina of his homeroom teacher—a woman old enough to be his mother—doing what only her husband had the right to do, Zhang Xiaoming would think of her own son, a classmate of his age. A nameless guilt, sorrow, and self-reproach would overwhelm her, a feeling far stronger and more unbearable than being raped by his father or even betrayed and humiliated by a stranger.

Drowsiness crept in. A sorrowful day for this family had passed, but what about tomorrow? What awaited this beautiful mother and daughter, and their helpless family, tomorrow?

The weather at the end of summer was bright yet changeable, with occasional muggy heat and the occasional falling withered leaves bringing a sense of vague loss. Whether it was for the impending departure of summer or the approaching autumn, this turbulent, uncertain feeling mirrored Zhang Xiaoming's current state of mind.

Ever since that day in the principal's office, where he was forced to give his virginity to a lewd old man almost his father on a sofa much larger than normal, everything before him had turned a hazy gray. This was especially unacceptable for a wife with a happy marriage and a gentle husband, and a mother raising two lovely and excellent children.

The principal's frequent scandals were already commonplace at the school. Although investigations by higher-ups had been conducted before, nothing ever came of it, and the rumors became private gossip circulating within the school, becoming topics of conversation, especially among male teachers and school staff, who embellished the stories.

Zhang Xiaoming had heard rumors from her colleagues, especially her husband who worked in the school's logistics department, about female teachers having affairs with the principal, male colleagues being cuckolded by the principal, and even female students or their mothers sleeping with the principal. Zhang Xiaoming always dismissed these as baseless male fantasies, never imagining that the legendary evil would one day befall her, let alone that reality would be even more sordid and despicable than the rumors.

"Teacher Zhang, have you finished lunch? My dad wants to see you!"

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaoming's thoughts were startled by Yu Nie, the principal's son, a student of hers. The red pen in her hand rolled under the desk. Before her teacher could bend down, Yu Nie scurried under the desk opposite Zhang Xiaoming, calling out, "Teacher Zhang, don't move! I'll get it for you! Ouch, it's so deep!"

"Did you find it?" Zhang Xiaoming asked with concern. Her knees, which had been together under her plain skirt, involuntarily slipped to the sides, her toes barely touching the ground. Her heels, encased in short, dark blue stockings, playfully peeked out from under her shoes, smooth and flawless, her snow-white skin appearing even more elegant against the backdrop of the stockings.

"Teacher Zhang, wait a little longer, don't move, or you'll block out the light," Yu Nie said, panting heavily under the desk.

Zhang Xiaoming, of course, had no idea that the student who had been struggling to pick up his pen under his desk, panting and seemingly unremarkable, was now staring intently at his bare legs exposed beneath his plain skirt with a pair of fleshy, small eyes that resembled his disgusting father's. He was trying to peek deeper into the skirt, following the opening of his knees.

Even so, Yu Nie couldn't extend his gaze even a fraction further, but it was enough to make this wicked little devil's mouth dry and his breathing rapid! Because he had already seen what kind of jade-like legs, so plain they couldn't be more plain, were wrapped under that simple dress, and what a pair of legs they could make men's blood boil, and at the end of those legs, that thin, dark forest, and even how a man's thick, ugly penis would forcefully invade that peach blossom paradise hidden in the dark forest, churning wildly. But none of that was as close as it was now. Although the dress covered them, Yu Nie could use what he had seen before to fill in the gaps, to imagine, and even to empathize with it. How could this not make his blood boil?

Zhang Xiaoming felt that he had been holding this stiff position for so long that his legs were starting to go numb, but there was no other movement below except for Yu Nie's panting, so he began to urge him on.

"Um...Teacher Zhang, it would be best if you lifted your foot a little, it seems to be right next to yours." Zhang Xiaoming didn't know which foot to lift, so she slightly lifted both feet off the ground, the backs of her delicate feet protruding from the low tops of her shoes. Zhang Xiaoming had to curl her toes to hold onto the flat leather shoes that were about to fall off. At this moment, in front of Yu Nie's eyes, her deep arches, her sharply rounded heels, and the eight sexy toes peeking out from the front edges of the shoes were almost perfectly displayed, exuding a faint, sour smell mixed with the scent of leather and sweat.

"I can't stand it!" Yu Nie wished she could just shove the leather shoes hanging on Zhang Xiaoming's toes off and take a few deep breaths to feel better. But this was already much better than before when she would sneak into Zhang Xiaoming's office to sneak a sniff of the shoes her homeroom teacher had taken off under her desk.

"Found it." Zhang Xiaoming watched as Yu Nie's chubby, round face flushed red, and he crawled out from under the table, sweating profusely, holding his pen. "Here, Teacher Zhang. By the way, my dad wants you to go to the principal's office right away. He said he has a meeting this afternoon." Zhang Xiaoming's initial gratitude towards Yu Nie vanished with these words. He said indifferently, "I know! You can leave now!"

In the principal's office, piled high with books and plaques such as "Exemplary Teacher" and "Model Gardener," on a large, incongruous sofa sat a bald, obese old man. His upper body was dressed in a suit and tie, but his lower body was completely naked. His crotch was covered with a thick, black and white patchwork of hair, and apart from his purplish-black penis standing out, his testicles were nowhere to be seen.

Beside him stood a middle-aged woman, half-squatting, half-sitting, her clothes disheveled. Rather than beautiful, she possessed a dignified air; her ordinary features combined to create an elegant and refined beauty. Her petite figure had a graceful poise, and her slightly plump body accentuated a charm absent in young girls. Her long, flowing hair and simple, appropriate attire further enhanced her intellectual air. If she stood on a three-foot-high platform, even the most mischievous student would be awestruck by her presence, attracted by her beauty, and perhaps even fantasize about the maternal figure she exuded. But now, her slender hand, the same hand that held chalk and pointer in the classroom, was incredulously gripping the erect penis of the older man beside her, stroking it up and down.

"No, no, Teacher Zhang, you're going to peel my skin off like that! It's too dry. You should wet it before you start!" Zhang Xiaoming wasn't good at masturbating men, and she had never done it for her husband. Their sex life was also very traditional, with her husband always taking the initiative. Now, it was indeed difficult for her to help a man other than her husband ejaculate using a method she wasn't familiar with.

But Zhang Xiaoming knew that if she couldn't satisfy the man's demands today, she would never be able to leave. Fortunately, the man's only request was to help him ejaculate. When the man's erect penis, so hard that she could barely hold it in her hand, slipped out of his pants, Zhang Xiaoming was utterly astonished. How had this monstrous penis, so unlike anything her husband had ever possessed, been completely inserted into her vagina that day? When the principal had penetrated her from behind that day, she hadn't dared to look directly at the weapon that had destroyed her chastity, except for the increased pain compared to usual. A wave of sorrow and shame overwhelmed her; her beautiful body felt like a stinking sack to be manipulated.

Zhang Xiaoming looked up blankly at the principal, helplessly saying, "Teacher Zhang, just suck it! Get it wet before you start masturbating, and you'll ejaculate quickly." How could she do that? Although her husband had subtly asked her for this before, she had always refused, insisting that he respect her. Once, the couple had even been unhappy about it for days. But now, facing this old lecher, Zhang Xiaoming was even less willing. But facing his arms, already swollen from stroking, and his penis, red and burning hot, showing no sign of ejaculation, Zhang Xiaoming was almost in despair. Perhaps this old lecher was right; men all enjoy humiliating women like this! Zhang Xiaoming just wanted to finish quickly. The only compromise he could find was to spit some saliva on his penis as lubricant, avoiding touching this disgusting thing with his mouth.

The afternoon school bell had rung for some time, and the students were starting to stir. Wu Xin had a vague feeling that something might have happened to her mother, as being late for class had never happened before, and it didn't fit her mother's usual dignified and composed personality. Her short, fat deskmate, Yu Nie, also had a similar feeling, but his senses were much clearer than Wu Xin's. His still-developing penis was pressed against his fat belly, and he had to use his hands to move his crotch, making more room for that restless thing.

"Why hasn't my mom come yet? Did something happen?"

"No, maybe Teacher Zhang is doing adult things! Hehe..."

"Hehe, Yu Nie, you're so funny. Mom is an adult, of course she's doing adult things!"

"Ah! She's here, Mom's here." The previous commotion in the classroom instantly quieted down, demonstrating Zhang Xiaoming's prestige and respect among the students: "I'm sorry everyone, I'm late today because... because of a little... personal matter. Anyway, I'm very sorry everyone. Let's begin class now." Wu Xin was overjoyed to see his mother arrive. His previous unease vanished. Apart from noticing that his mother's face was a little flushed, her hair was a little messy, and she was a little out of breath when she came in, he didn't think anything was wrong.

"Mom must have run here!" Wu Xin blurted out without a doubt, looking at his slightly out of breath mother. But he had no idea that his deskmate Yu Nie's penis was already paying homage to his mother. Yu Nie was already wildly imagining himself watching a closely watched performance by his father's mom and dad—who was known as the most attractive and strictest homeroom teacher in the whole school and also his deskmate—on his computer that night via a camera he'd secretly planted in his dad's office.

Of course, Yu Nie wouldn't miss such a good opportunity to observe Zhang Xiaoming up close. Since he and Wu Xin weren't very tall, they sat in the first row, not in the middle but by the window. From the side, they could get a good view of Zhang Xiaoming's curvaceous figure, including her rounded buttocks, plump thighs, and the snow-white calves exposed under her skirt—things that other students couldn't see.

"Damn, her legs are so white! I really want to hold them in my hands and bite them. Hmm... what's that?" On the inside of Zhang Xiaoming's white calves, there was a thin, scabbed, dried white mark that extended from deep inside her skirt into her dark blue stockings. Unless you looked closely, no one would notice it. But for a boy still in puberty, this discovery was like a super climax bomb, instantly turning him into a maniac, unable to control himself. In an instant, he had the urge to push Zhang Xiaoming onto the stage and penetrate him, and the "cannonball" in his penis had already been fired in his crotch, leaving Yu Nie looking as embarrassed as if he had wet his pants. Wu Xin was attracted by Yu Nie's panting and turned her head to see Yu Nie panting heavily with his mouth open, veins bulging on his head, bloodshot eyes, dry lips, and one hand tightly gripping his crotch, looking both terrifying and comical.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Oh, I... I feel a little... a little stuffy."

"Is it serious? Should we tell my mom?"

"No... no need, I'm much better now. By the way, are you going home with your mom after school today?"

"No, my sister and I are going home first. Mom said the test papers from last time aren't ready yet, and she has to finish grading them today."

"Oh! Is that so!"

"Are you really feeling better? You seem a bit strange."

"Hehe... I'm fine, very fine." Wu Xin looked at his strange deskmate today, shook his head, and focused on the lesson again. Little did he know that Yu Nie was thinking about how to insert his penis into the womb of his mother, whom he regarded as a goddess, just like his father had.

The campus at dusk was like another world, quiet and mysterious, completely devoid of the noise and suffocation of the daytime. Under the setting sun, it truly resembled an ivory tower in literature, intellectual and sacred. Zhang Xiaoming sat alone in his office, staring blankly at a pile of test papers waiting to be graded, lost in thought, showing no intention of grading them at all.

The slanting rays of the setting sun slanted across the dignified female teacher, casting a golden halo around her. If demons truly existed, they would likely shun her.

While demons might not exist, Zhang Xiaoming, at this moment, certainly believed that there were people more wicked than demons. In this sacred place, which outsiders would expect to be filled with sunshine, joy, justice, knowledge, and love, in the very principal's office that day—an office that sent shivers down her spine and filled her with nausea—she had used every ounce of dignity and perseverance she could muster to avoid being raped again.

But had she truly become chaste? Had she truly done right by her husband, children, and family? These questions had tormented Zhang Xiaoming countless times within her own mind. That old lecher, with his astonishing energy, had filled every orifice in her body except her vagina with his semen in just over an hour, especially penetrating the passage she had never dreamed of—all of this she had weakly acquiesced to in order to protect her long-lost chastity. The unspeakable pain, shame, and even bloodshed within were like the tears of a newlywed's on their wedding night for this despicable hypocrite who could be their elder.

"Teacher Zhang!" A voice, clearly beginning to change, called from the doorway, echoing eerily in the empty corridor. Zhang Xiaoming was startled, letting out a soft cry. Like a fairy descending from a lotus throne, her beautiful, sorrowful eyes swept towards the door. A short, stocky boy darted into the room.

"It's Yu Nie. Is something wrong? Why aren't you home yet?" Despite her deep disgust for Yu Nie's father, she maintained the dignity and approachability of a teacher towards her student. She then lowered her head to grade the papers, completely unaware that her student had quietly locked the door.

Yu Nie didn't say another word or answer her question, which puzzled Zhang Xiaoming. She looked up again to investigate. To Zhang Xiaoming's surprise, the chubby boy had unknowingly appeared standing in front of her desk, his short, stocky back perfectly blocking the last rays of the setting sun outside the window. Zhang Xiaoming felt a sudden darkness descend upon her; Yu Nie's features were blurred in the shadows, only the pale whites of his eyes and teeth gleaming with an eerie white light, causing Zhang Xiaoming to involuntarily gasp.

"Yu...Yu Nie, is something wrong?" Zhang Xiaoming's voice betrayed her deep-seated fear, for she was truly terrified that Yu Nie had come again on behalf of his father to summon her to "discuss work."

"Teacher Zhang! I need to talk to you!"

"Is it your own business?"

"Yes!" Only then did Zhang Xiaoming finally relax, shifting slightly from his stiff posture to a more comfortable one.

"Speak, what do you need me for?"

"Teacher Zhang, are you going to be my mother?!"

"You... what did you say?"

"I... am... saying... whether... Teacher Zhang... is... going to... be... my... mother!" Yu Nie repeated, enunciating each word clearly.

"You... what... are you saying..." Zhang Xiaoming immediately thought of something that terrified him, feeling dizzy, but still clinging to a last glimmer of hope, he stubbornly denied it, hoping it was just a misunderstanding by the boy in front of him.

"Teacher, did you go to have sex with my dad at noon today?" Every word Yu Nie uttered was like a hammer blow to Zhang Xiaoming's heart, pushing him to the brink of collapse. Although Yu Nie knew nothing about what happened at noon, he still wanted to try. Clearly, this precocious kid had done this before, because he knew that only recent facts would be the most impactful and the quickest way to get the person to comply. Although he had photos of Zhang Xiaoming and his father, Yu Nie didn't want to use them until the very end, as it would be too risky to drag his father into it.

"Yu Nie, how can you talk to me like that? I'm your homeroom teacher."

"Teacher Zhang, please tell me, who was the homeroom teacher who had sex with my dad—my mom or the homeroom teacher?" Yu Nie pressed on, knowing he couldn't give her any chance to think. Seeing that she couldn't intimidate her student with her status, Zhang Xiaoming's trump card finally proved effective, causing this intellectual woman to lose her most basic logic. Instead of questioning Yu Nie about how he "heard things," she tried to explain herself, hoping her student would understand and keep the secret.

After all, for a respectable, educated woman with a family, husband, and children, what could be more important than these? But as it turned out, this was undoubtedly walking into a trap, an admission of guilt. But now, only one thought was supporting Zhang Xiaoming's mind: "I can't let anyone know, especially not my family."

"Yu Nie, I... I didn't do... do that with the principal at noon today." Zhang Xiaoming didn't know how to explain this to the boy in front of her, who was about the same age as her son, and just tried her best to deny what the boy had just believed.

Zhang Xiaoming's various reactions naturally did not escape Yu Nie's small, beady eyes. His previously uncertain heart suddenly felt at ease, his lustful mind opened wide, and he knew that he had taken the initiative. The beautiful homeroom teacher in front of him, whom he had once been quite wary of, and the mother of his deskmate, was now his prey, and a prey waiting to be slaughtered. Playing with his prey before it died was perhaps the most interesting entertainment activity for all hunters in the world who had already won.

"What was that, teacher?"

"It's...it's...it's what couples do! I didn't do it with the principal, Yu Nie, you have to believe me, really."

"What's this 'couple' thing, teacher? I don't understand."

"It's...it's...love between a man and a woman."

"Teacher, you really didn't do it with my dad?"

"Really, not today! Yu Nie, you have to believe me!" Zhang Xiaoming had been raised with strict discipline and wasn't good at lying, so she naturally emphasized "today" and avoided the rest. Even so, she blushed and couldn't look Yu Nie in the eye.

"Then why did I see you and my dad embracing without clothes on today? Teacher! Isn't that love between a man and a woman? It's sex, right? Teacher Zhang, please don't lie to me anymore, I understand." Of course, Yu Nie was making this up, just based on what he'd seen last time to deceive his homeroom teacher. But Zhang Xiaoming was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. How could she explain to her student that she hadn't been raped today, that her uterus hadn't been filled with dirty semen? At this moment, Zhang Xiaoming, filled with grievances, could only mutter to herself, her delicate neck swaying slightly, letting two lines of clear tears fall.

"No, no, it's not like that..." Based on his experience, the chubby boy Yu Nie knew that he had already shattered the other's confidence, and it was time to close the net.

"Teacher, don't cry, I won't let anyone else know about this." Saying this, he leaned forward and used his chubby hands to wipe the tears from Zhang Xiaoming's cheeks. Seeing that the usually reserved homeroom teacher had no reaction, Yu Nie became bolder, and the area covered by his two pig hands expanded, slowly extending from the cheeks to the sides of Zhang Xiaoming's delicate neck.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoming raised her previously downcast eyes, looking at the student she didn't like before as if grasping at the last straw, and said, "You really won't let anyone else know?"

"Of course, teacher!" Yu Nie had moved from beside the desk to in front of Zhang Xiaoming, his long shadow completely enveloping Zhang Xiaoming's weak body after she had shed her reserve.

"Yu Nie, thank you, teacher."

"Teacher Zhang! You're so beautiful!" Yu Nie's hand brazenly slipped into his homeroom teacher's open collar. This action left Zhang Xiaoming, who had been filled with gratitude, in disbelief. A child who looked like his son was having thoughts of molesting his homeroom teacher, who could be his mother.

"What are you doing, Yu Nie!" Zhang Xiaoming shook off Yu Nie's groping hand and stood up. In his haste, he even overturned his chair.

Yu Nie rolled his beady eyes at the homeroom teacher standing before him, a head taller than himself. He was no longer wary of Zhang Xiaoming. Glancing at Zhang's open collar, revealing the visible blue veins on his skin, he said sarcastically, "Teacher Zhang! Didn't you say you wanted to thank me? But besides your body, what else do you have that I don't? Teacher Zhang, you'd better think this through, or tomorrow the whole school will know you're seducing my dad. Sigh! You can never truly know a person's heart. Our school's most upright and proper teacher, Teacher Zhang, would actually go and seduce my dad? Haha, I wonder what people will say about you? 'What a hypocrite, actually so shameless and slutty?' Haha..."

"You...you're lying. I didn't..."

"Really? If you didn't, why did you have sex with my dad? Is your husband impotent? Haha..."

"Yu Nie, I won't allow you to insult my husband, the principal!"

"Then go tell my dad! I'd really like to know, Teacher Zhang, you took off your pants, stuck out your big ass, and personally spread your cunt, begging my dad to fuck you. Is that what you call, haha..."

"You...you..." Zhang Xiaoming felt like he had just escaped one tiger's den only to fall into another.

The setting sun was still blood-red, but dark clouds were already rolling across the horizon, and a strong wind was blowing. The branches outside the window swayed in the wind, pattering against the windowpane. In a bright and clean teacher's office piled high with student homework and test papers, a short, chubby boy of about 14 or 15 years old was embracing a simply dressed young woman. The woman's back was to the window, so her face could not be seen, but her alluring and voluptuous figure still exuded a unique charm.

Although the boy was facing the window, his entire face was almost pressed against the woman's chest. If a passerby had seen them, they would undoubtedly have mistaken them for a mother and son cuddling together, and would have been jealous of the boy with such a beautiful mother.

However, sometimes things in this world cannot be judged by appearances, much less by imaginary reasoning. Often, the impossible is adorned by ignorance and so-called imagination, thus turning the dirty into the sacred, the filthy into the noble, and the obscene into the elegant. People become the virtuous ones they perceive, cheering for illusory holiness, nobility, and elegance. Perhaps this is the tragedy of reality, the hiding place of demons.

The scene unfolding in the increasingly dim office was far from the warm and inviting view seen from outside the window. You would easily notice that the boy's hands were placed in a place that should absolutely not be there for someone his age. The boy's right hand had slipped under the young woman's blouse, while his left hand was constantly lifting her skirt from behind, revealing glimpses of her plump, white thighs and simple underwear.

"Enough, Yu Nie!" Zhang Xiaoming pushed away the lewd hands that were trying to reach under her skirt and were already kneading her breasts on her bra, forcefully shoving her student away. Yu Nie, still basking in his excitement, was caught off guard by Zhang Xiaoming's sudden attack, whom he thought had already yielded to. He was pushed several steps back before regaining his footing, his swollen forehead glistening with sweat, his chapped lips constantly swallowing.

"What's wrong, Teacher Zhang? Didn't we already agree? Are you going to back out?" Zhang Xiaoming's hands were tightly gripping the hem of his plaid shirt, his palms sweaty, his breasts more clearly defined beneath the taut fabric.

"Yu Nie! Teacher has... has already let you hug me. Teacher knows you're a good boy, and Teacher will definitely treat you well from now on."

"Teacher Zhang, how will you treat me well? Will you treat me like you treat my dad? Hehe..."

“Yu Nie, you’re still young. I’m your teacher, and also the mother of your classmate Wu Xin. You can’t treat your teacher like that. I have a husband, and I won’t be good to your father. It’s your father who bullied me. Yu Nie, you must believe me. I will treat you as well as I treated Wu Xin, okay? Yu Nie!” Zhang Xiaoming naively thought that the boy in front of him was just a student who had lost his mother at a young age and was going through a turbulent adolescence. He believed that as long as he reasoned with him and appealed to his own lack of maternal love, he could make him turn over a new leaf and stop his bad behavior. Moreover, his son was his classmate, so he hoped to rekindle the friendship between the boy and his son. But Zhang Xiaoming was wrong to misjudge his student. Under the influence of his hypocritical father, the student had already transformed into a devil who was more despicable, more filthy, more selfish, and more perverted than his father. This incredibly dirty soul was just hidden in such an inconspicuous, unnoticed, short, fat, and dull-looking boy.

If she knew the truth behind why her ex-husband, the recently widowed Teacher Gao, would abandon her newborn child to follow her deceased husband, she wouldn't have been so naive. Teacher Gao, now the talk of the school, envied by many male teachers and even causing Zhang Xiaoming to sigh, who knows the unspeakable humiliation hidden behind this legendary, tragic love story? And of course, no one knows that all of this was caused by the boy in front of her, whom she had never paid much attention to.

Even worse, Zhang Xiaoming mentioned her son to this little devil. She didn't know that this fatal mistake would further fuel Yu Nie's already uncontrollable lust, because just thinking of Wu Xin filled him with a rare sense of accomplishment and guilt.

"Teacher, will you really treat me as well as Wu Xin?"

"Yes, Teacher definitely will!"

"Teacher Zhang, I want...I want..." Yu Nie's sudden change in attitude seemed to give Zhang Xiaoming a glimmer of hope. Seeing Yu Nie's hesitant and eager expression, wanting to know what he wanted, perhaps Zhang Xiaoming was willing to trade anything as long as he didn't touch her already cracked and scarred defenses of chastity. If losing chastity is tragic, is losing dignity for chastity a cause for celebration? Perhaps at the time it was an unanswerable riddle, but there would certainly be an objective answer later. It's just that Zhang Xiaoming was already caught in the middle of it all.

"Teacher Zhang, may I see your feet?"

"What did you say?"

"I want to see Teacher Zhang's feet because I don't have a mother anymore. Last time, didn't you say that on Mother's Day I could wash my mother's feet to express my gratitude? But I don't have a mother anymore. Teacher, can you help me fulfill this wish?" The cunning Yu Nie knew the art of playing hard to get, and she also knew how to use her age advantage. Sympathy and maternal instincts were often common weaknesses among these mature, respectable women.

Yu Nie's request put Zhang Xiaoming in a difficult position. It wasn't that she was unwilling to show her beautiful feet to her student; after all, Yu Nie compared her to a mother, which reassured Zhang Xiaoming. The difficulty lay in not knowing how to show them to him, because Zhang Xiaoming didn't want to stand barefoot on the floor. For someone with her obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, it was simply impossible. Unable to think of any other way, she stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

"Teacher Zhang, why don't you sit on the table? That way you won't get your feet dirty," Yu Nie suggested solicitously. Zhang Xiaoming thought it was a good idea, so she straightened the test papers on the table and sat down. Then, she gently pushed off the backs of her shoes with her heels. With two soft sounds, the shoes completely slipped off Zhang Xiaoming's slender feet and landed on the floor.

Zhang Xiaoming's feet, encased in black nylon stockings, were now completely exposed to Yu Nie's eyes. Her snow-white feet, visible through the black stockings, were placed together, seemingly shy yet alluring, with her delicate toes pointing naturally towards the ground, like those of a graceful ballerina. Perhaps it was because he had been waiting for so long, or perhaps it was beyond his imagination, but Yu Nie felt every hair on his body stand on end with satisfaction, not to mention the developing little penis in his crotch.

"Teacher Zhang, your feet are so beautiful! I'm so jealous of Wu Xin!"

"Why?"

"Because Wu Xin washes your feet every day."

"Wu Xin has only washed mine once."

"Teacher Zhang, if I were Wu Xin, I would wash your feet every day. Teacher Zhang, do I have to take off my socks like this when I wash your feet?" Yu Nie didn't give Zhang Xiaoming a chance to answer before starting to peel off the stockings from Zhang Xiaoming's beautiful feet. The stockings were slowly pulled off like sausage casings, revealing her bony ankles, rounded and soft heels, snow-white and delicate insteps, and gently curved and lovely arches. Finally, there were those slender jade toes that were always hidden away and shyly shown to the public. Her toes were as tender as water chestnuts and as smooth as jade. Her big toe was shaped like a silver spoon, and her four toes were like ruyi scepters, tightly closed and neat. Her flesh-colored toenails shimmered with an alluring luster. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the beautiful feet of her homeroom teacher Zhang Xiaoming, which Yu Nie had once thought were unattainable, were now presented to Yu Nie one by one. Every detail was clearly visible, and they felt hot to the touch. It seemed that there were even fine beads of sweat seeping out. It was as if a faint heat was rising from her hands. It was like a dream, and Yu Nie couldn't help but stare in amazement.

Being held by her own student made Zhang Xiaoming extremely uncomfortable. Even her husband had never admired her feet so closely. Zhang Xiaoming instinctively tried to pull her feet away, but it was too late. Yu Nie's next move truly shocked Zhang Xiaoming. Even though Zhang Xiaoming was very confident in her feet, she never imagined that a man would hold them in his hands, put them in his mouth, and lick and nibble on them, especially since this man was her student, who could be his mother.

"Don't do this, Yu Nie, stop! It's dirty, please...stop..." Zhang Xiaoming began to struggle, but she couldn't resist the desire of the young man. Even amidst the shock and the sudden surge of shame, there was still a hint of pleasure and novel excitement that she herself barely noticed. Yu Nie paid no attention to any of that. All his senses were occupied by the faint salty taste and super smooth texture in his mouth, the slightly sweaty smell mixed with the scent of leather in his nose, the visual impact of the pure white, thin and boneless figure in his eyes, and the smooth, warm and slightly moist feel in his hands.

Time seemed to freeze, or perhaps the two parties had reached a silent agreement. Although still feeling ashamed, Zhang Xiaoming stopped struggling and began to accept the boy's special service. She could feel the boy's hot breath from his mouth and nose, and his soft, skillful tongue moving between her toes and on her feet.

Outside the window, dark clouds had obscured the last rays of sunlight, and flashes of lightning occasionally streaked across the dim sky. Just then, Yu Nie stood up without warning, his chubby hands still tightly holding Zhang Xiaoming's wet, saliva-covered feet. This sudden action caught Zhang Xiaoming off guard, and she lost her balance and leaned backward. Yu Nie took advantage of the situation, pulling Zhang Xiaoming's buttocks off the table, and then cleverly nestled his round body between her legs.

When Zhang Xiaoming finally managed to prop himself up on his elbows, he realized that his plain skirt had almost slipped down to his abdomen due to gravity. His two round, fleshy thighs were now being hoisted onto Yu Nie's shoulders, and his old-fashioned, milky-white boxer briefs were mostly exposed.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xiaoming asked in terror, looking up at Yu Nie. Just then, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the already dimly lit office as if it were daytime. Yu Nie in the lightning was like a demon, sending chills down Zhang Xiaoming's spine. His evil, lustful, and fierce eyes were like those of a demon king who had just escaped from the deepest hell.

While Zhang Xiaoming was feeling afraid, Yu Nie wasn't idle. His demonic hands easily slipped under Zhang Xiaoming's buttocks and removed the briefs from what should have been carefully protected area. A cool breeze made Zhang Xiaoming realize that his lower body was completely naked; his briefs were now hanging precariously on his bare ankles, like a white flag raised by a defeated side. "Yu Nie, put your teacher down right now! If you don't stop, that's a crime, and you'll regret it! Hurry up..."

"Teacher Zhang, thank you for reminding me. I won't regret it. Hehe, Teacher Zhang, isn't this where Wu Xin was born? It's so beautiful! Haha...haha..."

"Ah...don't look...don't..." A warning from a homeroom teacher whose underwear has been pulled down by her student is so powerless, only earning her the lewd humiliation of her student. Now, Zhang Xiaoming can only desperately wiggle her naked buttocks, trying to escape Yu Nie's burning gaze. But she didn't expect that in Yu Nie's eyes, this was simply an invitation of temptation.

Standing so close to his homeroom teacher's vulva, so close that he could even smell the unique scent of a mature woman's vulva mixed with the smell of uric acid after a long day, Yu Nie couldn't help but press his lips against it, skillfully searching the cleft of Zhang Xiaoming's flesh for that place that made men ecstatic. Yu Nie was no stranger to women's vulvas, and could even be said to be an expert. Although this was inconsistent with his age and status, it was an undeniable fact. After all, his proudest record was once inserting his still-developing little penis into the mature vagina of his former homeroom teacher, Teacher Gao, five times in one day.

"Damn, so beautiful! This cunt could be my mother, and it's like a genuine product. Damn, there's only a slit on her vulva, you can't see anything else! This cunt is much prettier than that woman surnamed Gao."

"No...don't touch there, it's dirty there...no...Yu Nie, please let the teacher go!" Poor Zhang Xiaoming's legs were firmly clamped between Yu Nie's shoulders, the angle between her legs and her body clearly exceeding ninety degrees. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoming had long lost the dignity and restraint of a teacher in front of Yu Nie, and was like an ordinary virtuous woman begging the man who violated her to have pity on her.

"Ah..." With a sobbing groan from Zhang Xiaoming, the strong physiological reaction finally broke through Zhang Xiaoming's psychological defenses. It was with this groan that Yu Nie keenly felt a salty liquid seeping from the enchanting flesh hole between the flesh, filling Yu Nie's mouth with a salty and fishy taste.

"It's time, time to fuck!" Yu Nie muttered, unzipping his pants with one hand. As the pants fell down, his bare testicles, barely covered in pubic hair, were revealed. If Yu Nie's penis had any distinguishing feature, it was probably its thickness, which made it appear even shorter.

Yu Nie had Zhang Xiaoming's thighs clamped under his armpits, and was now standing on tiptoe, bringing his short, thick penis towards Zhang Xiaoming's already wet vulva. The almost bald penis contrasted sharply with the mature vulva covered in black pubic hair, filling the upcoming intercourse with an air of evil and sorrow.

Zhang Xiaoming, unable to resist Yu Nie's tongue rape, unleashed her physical limits. The love fluid gushing from deep within her vagina was like a red carpet laid out to welcome a king about to ascend the throne. However, the female teacher's heart was filled with resentment, a resentment that far surpassed shame and fear. This resentment did not come from the outside but from her utter contempt and incurability for herself. Zhang Xiaoming even began to doubt whether she was still the dignified teacher, the loving mother, and the virtuous wife. How could she uncontrollably release the love fluid that she should only offer to her husband in front of a student the same age as her son, a fluid that she had never willingly released even when she was with her beastly father?

"Why, why is this happening..." Zhang Xiaoming cried out inwardly. This shameful question, which almost completely severed her from her former self, left her mind blank, as if she were in a dream, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. She was only jolted awake when Yu Nie touched her alluring, moist labia with his burning hot penis. Just as

Yu Nie closed his eyes, wanting to savor the sensation of penetrating the vagina of this teacher, who was said to be the most elegant woman in the entire school and the mother of his deskmate, he suddenly realized that his penis was being held firmly at the hilt by a cold, slender hand, unable to be pushed in even an inch.

The icy feeling even sent a shiver down Yu Nie's spine. He realized that Zhang Xiaoming had already struggled to sit up, face to face with him, inches apart, her eyes glaring angrily at him. Her right hand was tightly gripping his genitals. Yu Nie was clearly quite surprised. He never imagined that a frail female teacher could perform such a difficult physical activity. At least for him, if someone had dragged his buttocks off the table, he would have been completely at their mercy, as this position was simply an impossible task for someone of his obese physique.

"Teacher Zhang... what are you... what are you doing?" Yu Nie was momentarily intimidated by Zhang Xiaoming's imposing presence. After all, a teacher's status still carried considerable intimidation for a student. Even a timid student like Yu Nie couldn't help but feel flustered and confused when faced with Zhang Xiaoming's status, imposing presence, and, most importantly, the fact that his manhood was in someone else's hands.

"Yu Nie, you can't go on like this! I'm old enough to be your mother. What you're doing is incest!" Zhang Xiaoming was clearly trying to appeal to this child who had lost his mother, hoping he would consider the most shameful relationship in the world and stop her from violating her. Perhaps she was right. If she were truly Yu Nie's biological mother and had given him maternal care from a young age, instead of leaving this world she should have cared for so much because of his hypocritical, shameless, and beastly father, Yu Luanxiong, perhaps Yu Nie would have been a happy, cheerful, and kind young man, just like Zhang Xiaoming's own children. However, all of this can only be considered as hypothetical, because his father had also given him too much inspiration about selfishness, ruthlessness, and insatiable lust for sex. Perhaps Yu Nie's subconscious harbors a desire for revenge against women other than his mother. Perhaps Yu Nie naively believes that without them, his father would not have hurt his mother and would not have left him without a mother from a young age. This might explain why he is more ruthless and perverted than his father at such a young age. Perhaps this is also a strong yet unconscious longing for his mother, whose memory has become somewhat hazy.

However, Zhang Xiaoming's words only fueled the vengeful desires and bestial impulses of the boy before him, whose actions were more complex than his unassuming appearance. The burning desire was now unstoppable. Yu Nie once again violently dragged Zhang Xiaoming, causing his buttocks to lift further off the table. Zhang Xiaoming, who had finally regained his balance, lost it again, his upper body leaning backward. His hand, gripping the penis, suddenly released its grip, and the freed penis once again attacked the red canyon deep within the forest.

At the critical moment, Yu Nie's penis still struck Zhang Xiaoming's hand. Against the backdrop of the glossy black forest and the light brown pigmentation of his pubic mound, Zhang Xiaoming's bare hand, like a plaster sculpture, tightly protected his paradise. Only the black pubic hair, oblivious to the opportune moment, peeked out from between his fingers, swaying in the wind, as if to tell others that beneath lay the enchanting abode of a beautiful, mature woman.

Two unsuccessful attempts drove Yu Nie to the brink of madness: "Teacher Zhang, just accept your fate. I'll give you one more chance. If you still don't let me fuck your cunt, I'll let your son know that his mother is a whore who seduced my father and was fucked to pieces by him. Let's see how he'll face people then, hmph!"

"No..."

"Then you'd better obediently put my little brother into your cunt with your hand, hurry up." Zhang Xiaoming tried her best to make her body touch the table beneath her as much as possible, only in this way could she barely lift her upper body. However, the hand blocking her vulva never moved away, nor did she comply with Yu Nie's ultimatum. Her sad and pleading gaze saw no pity or guilt in Yu Nie's bloodshot, lustful eyes, only selfish desire and bestial instinct.

All of this made Zhang Xiaoming utterly desperate. She knew that she could not change her fate of being violated today, and it was clear that this boy wanted her to take the initiative to please him. If it were just for himself, Zhang Xiaoming would rather die right now than have such a shameful relationship with a student who was the same age as his son, a relationship he could never have dreamed of. But he had too many things he couldn't let go of. Even if he could let go, could his family bear it?

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? Damn it, you're not a virgin anymore. Don't you know how to serve a man?" When he mentioned men, Yu Nie unconsciously twitched his fat belly, trying to make himself look taller and more robust. His little penis seemed to be smugly bouncing up and down between his homeroom teacher's already open legs, and he would deliberately rub against Zhang Xiaoming's fingers that were protecting her vulva and the clumps of pubic hair peeking out between her fingers.

Zhang Xiaoming, who had been biting his lower lip, finally loosened his grip, raising his intellectually beautiful face. He spoke to Yu Nie in a final, ultimatum tone: "Yu Nie, I won't let you have your way today. Forget about it now. If you force me, I'll die! Then, neither you nor the principal will have a good ending."

"Teacher Zhang, do you dare threaten me? Your family will suffer even more than us. Besides, even if you die, I'll fucking defile your corpse. Let's see who's tougher, hmph..." Zhang Xiaoming's final threat had no effect. Instead, it elicited almost frenzied curses from Yu Nie, sending chills down Zhang Xiaoming's spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"How about it, Teacher Zhang? I advise you to behave yourself. It's better for everyone. Let me tell you, if you don't satisfy me today, hehe, I heard from Wu Xin that he has an older sister, I think her name is Wu Naiqian, which is your daughter. She's also at our school. I wonder how her tastes compared to her mother, hehe..."

"Don't touch my daughter..." If Yu Nie's words about necrophilia made Zhang Xiaoming feel like she had fallen into an ice cave, then these words were like a sledgehammer shattering the already frozen Zhang Xiaoming. She now had no doubt that Yu Nie would do what he said, and that he would do something even more extreme and cruel than he said.

"Scared? Damn it, hurry up and spread your little cunt open so I can fuck you?"

"No..."

"What did you say, Teacher Zhang!" Yu Nie pressed on relentlessly, leaving Zhang Xiaoming no time to think. She could only instinctively resist being raped by her student. Perhaps, in a sense, Zhang Xiaoming was fighting for her son.

“Yu Nie, teacher… I… I’ll use another method to do it for you.”

“Damn it, Teacher Zhang, nothing works today except going in. Do you have a second hole for me to fuck? Don’t think you can fool me just because I’m young. This isn’t my first time fucking a woman.” Yu Nie proudly boasted to Zhang Xiaoming that he was no novice, but a seasoned pro. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoming had no time to think about the meaning behind Yu Nie’s words.

“Teacher… Teacher, let me do it for you… down there… that…” Zhang Xiaoming’s voice was so soft that he couldn’t even hear it himself. He felt burning hot all over and wished he could disappear into the ground.

“What, what down there?” Even Yu Nie, who had just been calling himself a seasoned pro, was completely confused.

“It’s that… one.” As he spoke, he slowly lowered his slender middle finger, which was protecting his vulva, and stopped at his anus.

"No way? Teacher Zhang, you mean the asshole? Can you fuck that too...?" This move was truly unheard of for Yu Nie. Although he had watched his father's fucking performances for a long time and had even practiced it hundreds of times himself, he had never seen or even heard of fucking the asshole. He became excited as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Can you do that too?"

"...Yes..." Zhang Xiaoming squeezed out the word with difficulty through his clenched teeth, while in his heart he kept assuring his son: "Wu Xin, Mom won't let Yu Nie penetrate my vagina and uterus... Forgive Mom for having to use this shameful method to protect herself, you, and your sister." Just as Zhang Xiaoming was still thinking wildly, Yu Nie's thick, short penis had already begun to attack the anus, but each time it slipped away without being able to penetrate, which made Yu Nie very angry. He grabbed Zhang Xiaoming's two plump thighs with both hands.

"Damn it, how do I get in? Teach me quickly, Teacher Zhang."

"Wait a minute..." Zhang Xiaoming's fair thighs were already mottled with bruises and red marks, and his anus was also painfully being pushed against by Yu Nie's short, bald penis. He knew it was because his anus was too dry and would instinctively contract when it encountered a foreign object. Combining this with his experience of his father forcibly deflowering his anus at noon, he knew that he had to use something like lubricant to lubricate his anus and to fully dilate it so that it could adapt to the insertion of the foreign object and not reject it. Now, Zhang Xiaoming just wanted to end this long day as soon as possible so that this little devil could vent his anger as soon as possible. Of course, he was also more afraid that he would change his mind again. He could only desperately insert his middle finger into his anus and stir it from side to side to prepare for Yu Nie's penis to be used. In order to make the entry smoother and to make himself suffer less, Zhang Xiaoming would also occasionally insert his middle finger into his vagina and scoop out the love fluid that had already flowed out when Yu Nie had oral sex on him, and smear it around his anus and inside the cavity.

Yu Nie watched, so close yet so far, as his once dignified and aloof homeroom teacher spread her legs and probed his cunt before his very eyes, smearing her vaginal fluids into his anus. He could hardly believe that this scene, which had only existed in his fantasies, was now unfolding before his very eyes. Especially the clear, transparent fluids, occasionally bubbling with milky white soap bubbles, which had slicked back the thin, dark pubic hair covering the light brown mound, making it glistening and disheveled. The pungent, fishy smell in the air grew increasingly intense. In short, everything—the visual impact and the olfactory stimulation—was stirring up the boy's most primal hormonal impulses.

"Is it okay now, Teacher Zhang?"

"...Mmm..." Zhang Xiaoming's voice was still barely audible, but to Yu Nie, it was like a battle cry.

"Still no good, damn it, can I even fuck this hole?" Yu Nie was utterly impatient.

“…Yes…don’t rush…I…I’ll…do it…” To prevent Yu Nie from changing his mind, Zhang Xiaoming had decided to personally insert his penis into her anus. To free her hands and avoid falling off the table, she had to wrap her legs around Yu Nie’s plump waist, her delicate, rounded heels naturally gripping Yu Nie’s bare buttocks, which made Yu Nie’s heart flutter again.

Zhang Xiaoming continued to dilate her anus with one hand, while the other hand grasped Yu Nie’s penis, which had obviously been hard for a long time. This time was different from the last. Deep down, Zhang Xiaoming compared the penises of the father and son, and of course, her own husband. Yu Nie’s penis was as thick as her father’s, but shorter than her own fingers. With two testicles larger than both her father’s and her husband’s, it was like a short-barreled cannon.

Zhang Xiaoming smeared her own love juice on the shaft of this cannon, rubbed it a few times in her palm, and then pressed it against the slightly open anus that had just been dug out by her fingers and had not yet fully recovered. “Okay…come on…” Yu Nie obeyed the command and entered. Zhang Xiaoming, with his legs wrapped around Yu Nie's buttocks, also pushed in with force. This time, Yu Nie's penis didn't slip out. The round glans, along with the naturally recovering anus, was pulled into Zhang Xiaoming's anus. Yu Nie felt as if a greedy little mouth had sucked on his penis. Thanks to the love juice that Zhang Xiaoming had applied beforehand, he carved his way through, thrusting all the way in.

“Ah!” Both of them cried out in unison. Yu Nie's cry was filled with novel satisfaction and the triumph of conquest, while Zhang Xiaoming's cry contained a more complex meaning, a mixture of relief and immense self-reproach. Relief because he could preserve his chastity and not lose face in front of his student, especially his children; self-reproach because he had at least assisted his student in having this relationship, which, while not exactly incest, was certainly shameful.

Zhang Xiaoming really didn't know how he would face this student after this. Watching the student, seemingly possessed by a demon, excitedly laboring inside his own excretory organ, Zhang Xiaoming's upper body slumped weakly against the desk piled high with student exam papers. His eyes glazed over as he stared blankly out the window at the torrential storm. An open bottle of red ink was knocked over behind him, the bright red ink instantly staining the papers the female teacher had just graded.

"I never thought this shithole could be so pleasurable. If I'd known, I should have fucked that bitch Gao's asshole too. Ah, what a damn waste." Yu Nie glanced down at Zhang Xiaoming, who lay on the desk like a lost soul, staring blankly out the window. One slender hand still tightly protected his vulva, his middle finger, longer than Yu Nie's penis, covered in a clear, viscous liquid, clearly distinct from his other fingers.

No matter how hard Yu Nie thrust, the homeroom teacher beneath him didn't even flinch. Perhaps Yu Nie's penis wasn't fully developed yet; although it was thick enough, its length was less than half that of his father. For Zhang Xiaoming, this was a world apart from the anal sex he'd had at noon. Zhang Xiaoming, who had been sweating profusely and feeling an overwhelming urge to defecate after being fucked by his father at noon, now only felt the initial throbbing pain and the pain from the reopened wound. After a period of adjustment, he no longer felt any discomfort, which naturally annoyed Yu Nie greatly.

"Damn it, stop pretending to be virtuous and chaste! I'll teach you to pretend..." Yu Nie kept twisting Zhang Xiaoming's thighs and buttocks with his hands. The intense pain brought Zhang Xiaoming back to his senses, and he looked at Yu Nie in confusion: "Teacher Zhang, what are we doing?" Yu Nie himself didn't know how to answer the question, because both Yu Nie and Zhang Xiaoming had only learned about this kind of game today, so how would they know what it was called?

Seeing Zhang Xiaoming staring blankly at him, Yu Nie pinched him hard again, making Zhang Xiaoming's eyes well up with tears.

"Teacher Zhang, let me tell you, I'm fucking you right now. If you don't moan for me, I'll pinch you to death." This was Yu Nie's usual method. His previous homeroom teacher, Teacher Gao, had also been pinched until she was covered in bruises before she learned to cooperate with the thrusting of his little meat stick. How much more so for Zhang Xiaoming, who was experiencing it for the first time?

In the almost completely dark office, the boy's excited and rapid breathing, the wet friction of their passages, the creaking of the old table, and a woman's out-of-sync moans echoed in the deserted school building. Zhang Xiaoming's milky white underwear had fallen to the ground at some point and was unknowingly stepped on by the excited and triumphant Yu Nie. Zhang Xiaoming struggled helplessly, struggled, and struggled on in the face of the desperate and cruel reality.

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