Li Yingying – Coercion of Nude Photos

Li Yingying – The Coercion of Nude Photos
Chapter 1: The New English Teacher

In the bright sunshine of September, the English Department of Gulf University welcomed another batch of new students. On the afternoon before the start of the semester, the English department teachers, as usual, gathered in the spacious conference room of the department office building. Department Head Pro. Newton and Principal Dr. Wang entered the conference room with a young, beautiful, and dignified lady, and the noisy atmosphere immediately subsided. All the teachers simultaneously gazed at the beautiful young woman in a suit behind the principal, involuntarily exclaiming in their hearts: Wow, she's so beautiful!

The principal smiled and looked around at everyone, then invited the shy young woman to the front, saying: "Happy new school year, everyone! I'm sure you all had a pleasant holiday. Today, I'd like to introduce a new colleague to you – Teacher Li Yingying. Let's welcome Teacher Li Yingying with applause." As soon as the principal finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted in the conference room.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Yingying. You can call me Rachel if you prefer. I look forward to your guidance and support." Li Yingying smiled and bowed to everyone to express her gratitude, and thus the new academic year began.

Rachel's life at Gulf University started exceptionally smoothly. Trusting a young woman who had just earned her master's degree, the department assigned her to teach English to the first-year students. The professors in the department were all intelligent, elegant, and charming. Under their careful guidance, Rachel quickly became familiar with her work, and her language skills gradually became apparent.

Her clear thinking and unique teaching style quickly gained the students' approval, and her outstanding figure and beauty made her the focus of attention on campus. The number of students in her class surged from a dozen to over 180. Rachel wasn't surprised by this start, because she had always been confident in her appearance and abilities. Even when she sat under the lamp at night, pouring out her longing for her husband in Australia, she didn't hide her confidence. She

had already fallen in love with everything here. A beautiful and peaceful campus, a job filled with the joy of success, friendly and kind colleagues, and intelligent and lovely students—this is simply the ideal life for a teacher.

"Peter, how I long for you to come back to me soon. This beautiful seaside city will be our most wonderful home." With longing for her husband and dreams of a bright future, Rachel drifted off to sleep .

The second lesson: The Wolf's Stalking

. "Good afternoon everyone! Today we are going to talk about animals in American continental America."

It was another sunny afternoon, and as usual, the spacious classroom was packed with students.

Rachel smiled at the focused eyes below the podium and began her lively lecture. Her clear, bright eyes sparkled with intelligence, and the sea of dark heads below the podium entered a wondrous world with her melodious voice.

In a corner of the classroom, a student sat half-lying down, dressed no differently from the other students—a t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a pair of small glasses perched on his nose. However, the textbooks spread out on his desk weren't those for first-year students; the books in his drawer indicated he was a third-year student. Of course, the surrounding students didn't know this ordinary-looking young man wasn't their classmate.

This third-year student lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were fixed intently on Yingying, who was diligently lecturing at the podium—more intently than anyone else in the classroom. He wasn't listening; his eyes didn't reveal a thirst for knowledge, but rather something like… animalistic lust!

"Ring…" Another class ended, and the students crowded around Yingying, the quiet classroom suddenly becoming noisy. No one noticed the strange young man quietly picking up his textbook and leaving. As he passed the podium, he glanced back at the beautiful Yingying, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his lips. He didn't stop, walking gracefully out of the classroom.

From then on, every afternoon, whenever it was Yingying's class, this young man would be seen. He always sat quietly in a corner of the classroom, not saying a word, making him almost unnoticed. However, every move Yingying made was observed by his sharp eyes, like a wolf patiently waiting for its prey. He would occasionally jot down notes in his notebook. No one had ever seen what was written inside. On the edge of the notebook was a black stamp; those familiar with seal script knew the design on it was a name—Mi Jian!

Mi Jian had been attending freshman classes for three weeks now, and only 25 days had passed since the start of the semester. Actually, he had heard about Li Yingying's arrival from his junior classmates long ago. Although he always looked down on these younger university students, he never missed any news that interested him. Li Yingying's name had already taken flight, becoming the talk of the town among all the male students. How could Mi Jian not know? He had even learned everything about Li Yingying—her age, hometown, address, husband's occupation, hobbies, even her height, weight, and measurements—all from files he had hacked into the school's computers. This young and beautiful female teacher had become his next target.

He began secretly following Li Yingying, recording her daily activities in a notebook—a skill taught to him by a detective software called "Tracking and Tracking" that he downloaded from the internet. He entered Li Yingying's movements into the computer every day and quickly discovered her routine: as a young female teacher whose husband was abroad and who had just joined a new school, Li Yingying had neither relatives nor close friends in the Gulf region. She lived alone in an apartment provided by the university for single teachers, her life unbelievably simple. Besides preparing lessons and teaching, she swam and did aerobics at the campus faculty fitness center, occasionally tutoring students in the evenings, and otherwise stayed in her dormitory, with no other social activities. Even on Saturdays and Sundays, when most students had left for the weekend and most teachers were out enjoying their time, she was always in her department office or the computer room.

Mi Jian, organizing his findings on the computer, thought to himself: Such a young and beautiful woman, living such a low-key and quiet life—it would be a waste not to give her some comfort. He reached out and ripped a photo off the computer screen, kissed the beautiful image of a woman with long, flowing hair and dressed in pure white, and held the photo in his hands, whispering, "Baby, I'm here!" The beautiful woman in the photo was none other than Li Yingying, the young female teacher Mi Jian had been secretly plotting to possess these past few days.

The third surprise attack

came on another weekend. On Friday afternoon, as the teachers were leaving work, they were discussing their plans for the next few days. Because of the public holiday, they would have four days off this weekend, and most of the English department teachers had their own plans.

Rachel had just finished her class and returned to the office when several colleagues were already asking, "Rachel, what are your plans for the weekend?"

Yingying smiled and replied, "I bought my train ticket for Sunday; I'm planning to go home the day after tomorrow. I heard you're going diving, is that right?"

"Yes, I was thinking of inviting you to come along. Is your home far?"

"Not far, just two hours by high-speed train. I haven't been home in a long time and want to see my parents. Have fun!" "I

wish you a good time too. Bye!"

"Thank you! Bye!"

Outside the office door, the setting sun cast a long shadow of a man, who seemed to be listening to the conversation inside. As a flurry of footsteps approached the door, the man's figure vanished in a flash.

Night fell quickly, and the campus, bustling for a week, gradually quieted down. The lights in classrooms and offices went out, and the student dormitories were no longer noisy. The dense woods echoed with the loud chirping of cicadas.

Yingying returned to her dormitory and quickly dialed home. She planned to go home; she hadn't been with her mother in a long time and missed her parents dearly. She also had good news to tell them: her beloved husband would be returning home next month! Yingying's face was filled with happiness; she was so happy she almost burst out laughing.

At that very moment, in another dormitory, someone else was also almost laughing out loud with joy. He was practically shouting with glee. This person was, of course, Mi Jian. He knew Yingying was going home the day after tomorrow. "According to her habits, she'll definitely go to the English department office tomorrow. At that time, the university's teaching area will be completely deserted, and I can seize the opportunity to make my move." Mi Jian was overjoyed; he had waited for his chance.

That night, both Mi Jian and Yingying slept soundly.

The next day, Saturday morning at nine o'clock. Yingying woke up to bright sunshine. Judging from the clear view outside the window, it was a beautiful sunny day. After washing up and having breakfast, Yingying began to dress herself.

She changed into a light gray-blue mid-sleeve V-neck t-shirt, a white A-line skirt, sheer nylon stockings, and off-white high-heeled shoes. She twirled in front of the mirror, her snow-white skirt billowing, revealing her snow-white skin, long, flowing hair, and slender figure. The youthful goddess who had driven all the boys in her department crazy in college was once again before her eyes. She smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, applied a thin layer of foundation, and a touch of lipstick. Then, she slung her handbag over her shoulder and headed towards the office building.

It was Saturday, and as usual, she needed to go back to the department to prepare next week's lesson plans. More importantly, she needed to make an IP phone call with her husband in Australia via the internet. Although they had only been separated for six months, it felt like a long time for a newlywed couple, so she cherished the limited time they had together online each week.

Yingying entered the office building, took the elevator, and quickly reached the sixth floor. She opened the iron gate of her office door, walked down the long corridor, and then turned around and closed it. The office building was deserted, eerily quiet, but Yingying was already used to this tranquil environment. Her high heels clicked crisply on the concrete floor of the corridor until she entered an office at the end of the corridor.

Yingying put down her handbag, sat down at her desk, and began to review the lecture notes for the following week. Time flowed slowly in the silence. After sitting for a while, Yingying felt thirsty, picked up her water glass, and went into the adjacent lecture hall.

At that moment, Mi Jian had already sneaked into the office building. He couldn't contain his nervous excitement, which was why he had woken up at seven o'clock. His roommates had all left the dormitory. He quickly packed rope, a master key, condoms, a knife, and anesthetic into his green military-style backpack and sneaked into the English Department's office building under the cover of dawn.

He was cautious and on guard the whole way, but he didn't see a single soul. Knowing the campus architecture intimately, he took the elevator to the top floor, where the English Department's offices were located, and where Yingying frequented every weekend.

The English Department's office building, called the "Gao Weiwen Building," was donated by an alumnus of Ocean University. The rectangular, six-story building was built against the hillside, with staircases on one side and long corridors connecting the various rooms on each floor. The English Department was on the sixth floor. At the end of the corridor was the department's lecture hall, and near the elevator was a locked iron gate. In the middle were the teachers' offices.

Mi Jian already knew that Yingying's office was the innermost one. He took out the master key he had prepared and easily opened the iron gate. He had originally planned to hide in Yingying's office and launch a surprise attack as soon as she entered, but for some reason, he changed his mind. He locked the iron gate as before and went back up to the seventh-floor rooftop to hide.

In a state of anxiety and excitement, he kept checking his watch. Around ten o'clock, he finally heard the familiar sound of high heels downstairs, followed by the sound of a door opening.

"They're here!" Mi Jian's heart rate was almost over 100 beats per minute. He carefully made his way downstairs, step by step approaching the open office door, secretly clutching a can of highly effective anesthetic spray in his hand. Then he took a deep breath and rushed into the office.

Section Four: Resistance

and Suppression. Yingying's legs were tightly clamped together, trying to lessen the impact of Mi Jian's caresses. Mi Jian, of course, knew very well that his fingers, feeling Yingying's body temperature, were probing her more vigorously. Yingying quickly felt her mouth dry and her eyes dizzy.

After a while, seeing that Yingying's resistance was gradually weakening, Mi Jian began to shamelessly knead Yingying's round, soft buttocks. His left hand released Yingying's waist and reached behind her to unbutton her skirt. One button, two buttons, then a "squeak"—Yingying felt her tight waist loosen, knowing the buttons and zipper on her skirt were undone. Mi Jian began to pull the skirt down, and Yingying felt terrified. Was he really going to assault her? Her hands gripped the hem of the skirt tightly, refusing to let go.

Mi Jian, unable to pull Yingying's white skirt down several times, grew somewhat annoyed. He flipped Yingying over and instead lifted the hem of the skirt, exposing the soft, beautiful curves of Yingying's lower body and a section of smooth, snow-white skin on her waist and abdomen to Mi Jian's burning gaze.

Yingying couldn't help but scream, "No! Stop!" She immediately covered her lower body with her hands.

Mi Jian, aroused by that flawless white skin, was burning with lust. How could he stop? Without a word, he sat on Yingying, quickly removing her high heels and tossing them aside. Then he pulled down the sides of her nylon stockings. The stockings were pulled down to mid-thigh, revealing her off-white silk panties. The low-waisted thong barely covered the most private part between her legs, leaving Yingying's slender waist and long, beautiful legs completely exposed. Her fair, delicate skin was smooth and soft, like it was made of snow jade or tofu.

Mi Jian held Yingying's hands to prevent her from moving, then leaned down and began to kiss her passionately. He breathed heavily, licking the base of Yingying's thighs with his wet, rough tongue, and even lifting the edge of her panties to peek at her rounded mons pubis. Mi Jian's lewd gaze made Yingying feel utterly ashamed. Since she was old enough to understand, even her closest man, her husband, had never looked at her private parts so closely and so brazenly. Today, however, she was being thoroughly exposed by the gaze of a student.

"Don't look, stop! Don't continue!" She blushed deeply, her voice trembling.

"Teacher's mons pubis is so white and full, her pubic hair so soft and black, I love it so much." Mi Jian said, slipping his fingers inside her panties and caressing them.

"Ugh...please..." Yingying's voice was so weak she could barely hear herself. Her hands remained pressed tightly against her genitals in defense, and Mi Jian couldn't penetrate her private parts for the time being, so he instead lifted her thighs, caressing her soft, white flesh, entering a state of frenzy.

Faced with the student's humiliation, Yingying was helpless. In this soundproof conference room on the top floor of the office building, no one would hear her even if she shouted into the microphone, let alone call for help. Seeing herself sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of rape, Yingying was about to cry, but who could save her?

"To preserve my innocence, I must save myself!" This decision gradually became clear in her mind. Yingying glanced around furtively. The chairs that were originally in the room had all been pushed against the wall, and there was nothing beside her. Suddenly, she saw the small knife tucked into Mi Jian's waistband, and a plan formed in her mind.

She suddenly opened her arms and hugged Mi Jian, feigning a seductive moan, as if she were reaching a sexual climax. Her hand stealthily reached for the knife handle, slowly pulled it out, and thrust it towards Mi Jian's leg!

"Ah!" A scream rang out, and Mi Jian staggered to his feet. The knife lay on the carpet, but there was no blood on it! Yingying had failed to stab Mi Jian; instead, he had discovered her intentions.

"Slap! Slap!" Two loud slaps rang out, and Yingying fell to the ground, her hair disheveled.

"You bitch, you dare to ambush me! You're asking for death!" Two more slaps followed: "I'm a black belt in karate, you think you can fool me? Let me tell you, there's no woman I can't have if I want her!"

Mi Jian was clearly deeply enraged. He kicked the knife aside, strode forward, and lifted Yingying up: "Miss, you dare to use force against a student! I'm going to punish you!"

"Spare me, please, let me go!"

"Let you go? No way, you're a beauty, it would be a waste not to have a taste."

"No! No!"

Amidst Yingying's cries of pain, Mi Jian threw her back onto the carpet, then ripped off her nylon stockings, revealing Yingying's smooth, supple, and slender legs as if a veil had been lifted.

Yingying screamed and tried to pull her legs back under her skirt, but Mi Jian grabbed one of her ankles and forcefully pulled her to his side. He used his knee to pin Yingying's hands behind her back, then effortlessly pulled her dress down from her waist to her ankles. With a flick of his right hand, the snow-white dress, like a wounded swan, floated slowly through the air and landed on the red ground not far away.

Seeing Yingying's pale legs completely exposed, Mi Jian laughed heartily: "Good! Truly dazzlingly beautiful." He then grabbed Yingying's half-exposed, plump buttocks: "So smooth! Hahahaha!"

Yingying pleaded desperately: "Please stop, you can't do this!"

Mi Jian remained unmoved, reaching up to lift Yingying's blue-gray t-shirt, and through her bra, he roughly grabbed and kneaded her firm breasts: "How is it, is it good, miss?" Mi Jian was fascinated

by Yingying's incredibly elastic, cone-shaped breasts, holding them in his hands for a long time. He pulled the V-neck of Yingying's t-shirt open to reveal her smooth, rounded shoulders, then pulled it down, almost tearing the neckline, and slowly ripped it off her delicate arms. A silk bra adorned with lace gradually appeared, and Yingying's top was pulled down to her chest and waist. With her hands pinned behind her back, the neckline of the t-shirt finally slipped out from her hands, and her top was pulled down to her lower body. Mi Jian lifted Yingying's legs and easily pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it aside.

Li Yingying lay half-naked, curled up on the red carpet of the English Department lecture hall, wearing only off-white underwear. The spotlight illuminated her, making her body appear exceptionally white and flawless, shimmering with a luminous glow.

Despite her desperate resistance, Yingying could not escape the fate of being stripped naked: Mi Jian reached out and unhooked Yingying's bra, and the off-white three-quarter cup immediately loosened, revealing Yingying's firm, white breasts trembling beneath his hands.

Taking advantage of Yingying's arms covering her chest, Mi Jian slipped the bra straps through her hands, revealing the bra still carrying her scent. He inhaled the fragrance and laughed cruelly. Then, he slipped his hand inside Yingying's panties and pulled them down, the panties sliding down to her mid-thighs. Yingying, unsure whether to cover her chest or her genitals, could only curl up in a ball.

But Mi Jian, holding her ankle with one hand, ripped off her panties before she could react, completely exposing her alluring body.

Naked before the students, Yingying felt a surge of rage, wishing she could die immediately. Knowing the humiliation to come would be even more unbearable, she disregarded her shame and crawled towards the door. However, her attempt to escape only provoked Mi Jian's merciless beatings. He stacked four chairs and placed them at the four corners of Yingying's body. He used Yingying's nylon stockings as ropes, pulling her hands and feet apart and tying them to the chair. Yingying turned her head to the side, sobbing silently, her body bound like a starfish, powerless to save herself.

Mi Jian looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, occasionally stroking Yingying's smooth skin. His fingers touched Yingying's secret place again. The rounded mons pubis, the soft pubic hair, the delicate vulva, the warm secret passage—all passed under his fingers without any resistance. Every part of Teacher Yingying's body was taken in by Mi Jian's eyes, even the woman's delicate and mysterious perineum.

Mi Jian stared intently, then took out a camera from his bag and started taking pictures.

"No! Please don't take pictures!" Yingying was almost frantic at the thought of her humiliating posture being photographed.

"Teacher Yingying, your body is perfect, I want to keep some souvenirs." The flashbulbs were going off incessantly, and Mi Jian felt his penis begin to stir...

The feeling of being raped in the fifth chapter ...

Yingying had lost track of time. She watched Mi Jian take nude photos of her, then remove his clothes and slowly walk to her side, involuntarily closing her eyes.

Mi Jian's breathing quickened; facing her ivory-carved, beautiful body, his blood was boiling. He slowly sat on Yingying's lower abdomen, his penis pointing directly at her smooth, alabaster breasts.

The moment Mi Jian's skin touched Yingying, both of them shuddered. Yingying's warm, soft skin was exceptionally delicate, comparable even to a baby's skin. Mi Jian leaned down, feeling this perfect body. He kissed her snow-white face, her snow-white neck, her snow-white shoulders. He sucked on the two tender, rosy nipples on her snow-white mounds, his hands kneading every inch of Yingying's body. The whiteness and softness of her beautiful body drove him into a frenzy of lust.

Mi Jian's mouth continued to move downwards, until it reached between her open, white legs. Her pink vulva was tightly closed, hiding in the soft bushes, but this could not stop Mi Jian's determination. His tongue began to repeatedly tease Yingying's full labia majora, his hands squeezing her snow-white buttocks. Yingying felt an unbearable itch in her lower body. At first, she could grit her teeth and endure it, but later it felt as if her limbs were trembling from the bone, and she finally let out a loud moan: "Ah! Ah! Stop...!"

Mi Jian continued to stimulate Yingying's vulva, and the pink bud finally opened, revealing a narrow, mysterious passage that was also light red. Streams of transparent nectar flowed out, quickly making Yingying's vulva wet. Yingying's love juices began to flow freely, her long-lonely love hole instinctively arousing, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Dear Miss, I can see you haven't enjoyed yourself in a long time. Look, you're already soaking wet after just a few strokes. Let me comfort your empty love hole!"

Yingying was shocked and cried out, "No! No! I'm already someone else's wife, please don't do this!"

"Hmph, as long as it's a woman I like, I'll fuck her well!" Mi Jian said, already preparing his hard spear. He licked and sucked Yingying's jade gate for a while, seeing that her tender labia majora were gradually turning red and opening and closing slightly with her breathing, he glanced at the direction of her secret hole with his hand, placed his legs between Yingying's body, raised his erect spear, and thrust it straight into Yingying's body!

"Ah!" Yingying screamed, Mi Jian's spear slammed into her secret passage, forcefully forcing open Yingying's tender secret passage.

Since their marriage, Yingying and her husband hadn't spent much time together, so her vagina remained narrow and deep. Mi Jian thrust in once, withdrew slightly, then thrust again with a burst of energy, his engorged penis almost completely inside Yingying. Yingying felt another excruciating pain in her lower body, as if her body was being filled by this large, foreign object. She cried out in pain, "Stop! It hurts!"

Mi Jian ignored her completely. Before Yingying could catch her breath, he thrust in again with all his might. This time, his huge penis rotated as it drilled in, disappearing completely into Yingying's tender love hole, the glans striking her warm clitoris. Then, he used his hands to support Yingying's white buttocks, thrusting in and out rhythmically, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, saying as he did so, "How about that? Much better than your husband, right? This is just the beginning!"

The penis rubbed relentlessly against the vaginal walls, its large shaft forcibly squeezing the most vulnerable part of the woman's body, stretching the opening of her secret orifice until it was as thin as paper, almost tearing open. Yingying was tormented by the excruciating pain of the brutal intrusion, her spread, snow-white thighs convulsing uncontrollably, her hands clenched so tightly they were bloodless, and large beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.

Mi Jian grasped Yingying's firm, snow-white breasts with both hands, his fingers pinching and nibbling at the two bright red nipples. Yingying's glistening breasts felt like soft, white almond cake to the touch, Mi Jian's hands gripping them tightly, unable to tear himself away, the delicate skin only slightly bulging under his pressure. Mi Jian was like a giant black spider, embracing his voluptuous prey trapped in its web.

Under the bright light, Yingying had lost all sense of time; her body had been violated, and the rape was not yet over. She stared blankly into the distance, her mind a complete void, mechanically pleading.

Mi Jian thrust in and out of Yingying's body for a while, increasing the frequency, then suddenly pulled out his penis. He propped himself up, his erect penis retracting its neck, then spraying out a stream of grayish-white, viscous, hot liquid, which landed on Yingying's delicate face and beautiful, snow-white chest.

"Hahaha!" Mi Jian smeared his semen on Yingying's soft red lips, laughing as he took photos: "Pure female teacher bound and eating semen photos, this is high-priced stuff online, hahaha..."

Yingying's lips were tightly closed, terrified by Mi Jian's perverted behavior, no longer daring to move. Mi Jian began thrusting again. The humiliated female teacher's glistening naked body, bathed in light, exuded boundless mature charm and an irresistible beauty. This mature and radiant female body was something Mi Jian had never experienced before. His penis quickly became erect again. Mi Jian's penis pressed against the half-open jade gate and thrust forward, penetrating Yingying's fair and white body once more.

After the previous battle, Yingying's love hole felt open and firm, this winding and secluded passage was simply unforgettable. Yingying's slender legs were spread wide apart, and Mi Jian pressed his entire weight onto her upper body, causing Yingying's flat and fair abdomen to protrude upwards. Mi Jian's hips were pressed tightly against Yingying's snow-white lower abdomen, and his coarse pubic hair kept poking at Yingying's thin and tender vulvar mucosa, making a "rustling" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet lecture hall.

As the penis ground and thrust in and out, Yingying's resistance vanished. She began to moan, completely overwhelmed by the stimulation of her erogenous zones. Mi Jian's caresses and kneading brought her to the peak of orgasm. The female teacher's snow-white body lay naked on the ground as the student penetrated her again and again, faster and faster, until he could no longer hold back. He forced open Yingying's smooth vulva and ejaculated another stream of hot semen into the beautiful teacher's womb without spilling a drop. Yingying clearly felt the viscous liquid spraying inside her body and finally broke down in tears—the devastating news of being raped had become a reality for her.

Mi Jian collapsed, utterly exhausted. He had never experienced ejaculating twice in such a short time. He rested on Yingying's naked body for a while, listening to the teacher's painful cries. His semen and sweat were left on the teacher's fair and alluring body. Her breasts and perineum were ravaged and red, and her long, smooth, black hair was scattered messily on the carpet.

He stood up, dressed, and checked his watch; it was already 5 PM. The lavish feast had lasted a full seven hours. He packed up his tools, returned to Yingying's side, untied the nylon stockings from her wrists, and left the quiet lecture hall. The spotlights went out, the doors closed, and Yingying's pale body was enveloped in darkness. The sixth period

of the coercive leave involving nude photos

quickly ended, and the university returned to its usual bustling atmosphere. The English department teachers were puzzled because Professor Li Yingying hadn't come to work for two days. Just as everyone was speculating, Yingying called to ask the director for a week's leave. She hung up without saying anything. After

hanging up, Yingying couldn't help but shed tears again. She didn't remember how she left the lecture hall that day; she only knew that it was completely dark, and she stumbled back to her dormitory, where she collapsed onto her bed, unable to stay awake any longer. She developed a high fever. In this unfamiliar city, she felt despair for the first time. She didn't know how to forget this terrible experience; she couldn't.

On her first day at work, Yingying received a call from her husband. He would be attending a two-day meeting at the bay in a month. Yingying was filled with mixed emotions: happy to finally see her long-lost husband, even if only for two days; sad because she didn't know how to tell him about her rape.

Day after day of waiting, the calendar turned to October.

The moment she saw her husband at the airport, they embraced tightly, and Yingying couldn't hold back her tears any longer. Her husband was surprised that his usually independent and strong wife was crying like a little girl. He comforted her gently, and the two returned to Yingying's dormitory.

That evening, when Peter wanted to be intimate with his wife, Yingying refused.

Peter asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Rachel? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yingying shook her head. "No, Peter, I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Then get some rest!"

Leaning on her husband's broad shoulder, Yingying couldn't help but shed tears. The trauma she had suffered was still fresh in her mind. Just thinking about the word "sex" made her tremble, let alone having sex. But how could she tell her husband that she had been raped? That night, Yingying barely slept a wink.

Two days passed with a heavy heart and no one to confide in. Yingying knew that Peter would leave her again, leaving her alone in this unfamiliar city to continue living with shame and fear.

After seeing her husband off, Yingying almost collapsed.

On the way back to school from the airport, the sky was overcast, seemingly foreshadowing an approaching storm. The weather forecast on the car radio confirmed this. Yingying drove her white Citro?n along the winding mountain road of the university to the dormitory parking lot, then dragged her tired body towards home. As she passed the platform at the bottom of the building, she looked up at the sky; a dark cloud was approaching in the distance, and she could vaguely hear muffled thunder.

Yingying opened the security door to the lobby, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the "11" button with her slender fingers.

It was 2:45 PM on Tuesday afternoon; all the teachers had returned to school, and the tall dormitory building was deathly quiet.

With a "ding," the elevator stopped on the 11th floor. Yingying stepped out of the stairwell and turned right towards Building C—her home. The sound of a key turning filled the air, followed by the sound of the metal gate opening. Yingying pushed open the door, preparing to turn around and close the gate, when, in a flash, a tremendous force pushed her into the room from behind.

Caught off guard, Yingying stumbled and fell onto the carpet. She turned around and saw a tall man standing behind her. The man was completely shrouded in black: a black t-shirt, black jeans, even his high boots were black, and a black cloth covered his face, giving him an eerie air.

The man in black closed the iron gate and door, standing motionless before Yingying. Yingying stared in terror at the mysterious intruder, her voice trembling as she asked, "Who are you? What...what do you want?"

The man in black pulled out several photos and threw them in front of Yingying. She slowly picked them up and looked at them, her whole body trembling: On the red carpet lay a beautiful, naked woman, her hands and feet bound by nylon stockings, spread wide like a starfish. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were closed, and her body was covered in patches of grayish-white filth. The woman's face was clearly visible—it was her! These photos were obviously the nude pictures taken when Yingying was raped that day! And this man before her…

"You've forgotten me so quickly? My Rachel." A familiar voice came from the man's throat, each word reaching Yingying's ears. It was him! That devil! Yingying stared at the lecherous man who had stolen her innocence with hatred.

The man ripped off the black cloth covering his face—it was indeed Mi Jian.

"So it really is you!" Yingying scrambled to her feet, rushed to the phone, picked up the receiver, and dialed 110 (the police emergency number).

Mi Jian made no attempt to stop her; he casually sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"Hello, 110 emergency hotline, how can I help you?" came the operator's voice from the receiver.

Mi Jian hadn't expected Yingying to react so quickly. Seeing that she was about to answer the phone, Mi Jian calmed down and said unhurriedly, "Call the police, beautiful lady. Don't forget those photos."

Yingying's heart skipped a beat.

“I think at least a thousand people in the whole school have fantasized about having sex with you. What if I publish these photos, or give them to the principal, or post them on pornographic websites? What do you think?”

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Yingying's forehead, while the operator's voice continued on the other end of the phone: “Hello, how can I help you? Can you hear me? If so, please press a key on the keyboard…”

“Why aren't you saying anything? Do you need my help?” Mi Jian smiled and stood up, walking step by step to Yingying's side.

Yingying held the phone, silent, her thoughts in turmoil.

“Don't you want your own photos back?” Mi Jian said as he approached.

Yingying thought that he was only after money. If she could get those shameful photos back, she could sue him again, but if he really released her nude photos, she wouldn't want to live anymore.

Mi Jian immediately saw that Yingying was hesitant, so he took her hand holding the phone and slowly placed it back on the base. Yingying didn't resist, and the call finally ended. Mi Jian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly unplugged the phone line. He wiped away a bead of sweat, thinking to himself: That was close, I almost fell for her tricks. Luckily, I still have those photos.

Actually, Mi Jian had been lurking in the stairwell of Yingying's apartment for a while. That day, he hadn't left but had followed Yingying home, so he knew where she lived. After that, he continued to follow Yingying, her every move under his watchful eye. He had long wanted to sleep with her again, but unfortunately, Yingying's husband returned, so he had to suppress his restless heart. Until today, seeing Yingying see her husband off at the airport, Mi Jian immediately took action. He secretly hid in the stairwell of Yingying's apartment, waiting for her to appear through the plexiglass window. He knew that at this time, the faculty apartment was almost deserted, making it the safest time to act.

In a state of excitement and anxiety, he finally caught his prey. The moment Yingying, dressed in a red sleeveless shirt, beige knee-length trousers, and flesh-colored open-toe high-heeled sandals, opened the door, Mi Jian crept up behind her and forcefully shoved her into the room. Mi Jian, realizing he had almost slipped, had sweaty palms, but still gently embraced Yingying.

Yingying forcefully shook off his hands and said, "Tell me, how much do you want?" Her voice was filled with disgust.

"Money? I don't need money, I only need you."

"What else do you want?"

"You're a smart person, you know that. Let me be clear! One negative, and you have to spend a day with me. That's all."

"You bastard!"

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for spreading the photos. What do you say? Think about it yourself."

"You..." Yingying felt a chill run through her body. From that day on, she was destined to become a plaything in the hands of a lecherous monster. She was a weak woman; how could she resist this vicious coercion? Yingying was speechless, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Mi Jian had been carefully observing Yingying's expression, and now he was certain that this beautiful and refined female teacher was completely under his control. He took Yingying's jade-like arm and, half-helping, half-forcing her, pushed her into the bedroom. Yingying stood expressionless before the large full-length mirror

in

the bedroom, while Mi Jian, behind her, greedily stared at her slender body, not daring to blink. In the mirror, Rachel was pure and ethereal, like a blooming lotus flower. Today, Rachel wore a maroon sleeveless blouse, her fair arms radiating a captivating glow; her lower body was clad in beige tight-fitting capri pants, the waist clinging to her curves and the hem ending just above her calves, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, slender feet; on her feet were flesh-colored open-toe high-heeled sandals, the delicate straps accentuating her boneless feet and creating a beautiful curve in her legs, a sight that stirred the imagination.

Mi Jian scrutinized Yingying's body from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, his eyes filled with hunger and provocation.

One of his hands rested on Yingying's soft buttocks; the fabric of her pants was thin, and Mi Jian could clearly make out the outline of her underwear. When his fingers seemingly inadvertently slid to the deep, hidden valley between her buttocks, Yingying let out a soft moan.

"How is it? Feeling excited, huh?" Mi Jian's voice was filled with the contempt of a conqueror.

"No..."

Mi Jian's fingers slipped between Yingying's legs, teasing her, and Yingying felt extremely uncomfortable, her body swaying as she tried to escape.

Mi Jian pressed himself against Yingying's delicate body from behind, lowering his head to kiss her fair neck, leaving one wet lip print after another on her smooth skin. He embraced Yingying from the side, his garlicky breath pressing against her thin lips without warning, his tongue prying open her mouth, licking her white, even teeth. He grabbed Yingying's hair and pulled it down, causing her to arch backward, her upper body forming a full moon shape. Mi Jian's saliva slowly flowed into Yingying's small mouth.

Mi Jian kissed Yingying tightly, the pressure of his mouth and chest almost suffocating her. Yingying desperately pushed against Mi Jian's steel-like back with both hands, finally managing to push his mouth away, already panting heavily.

Mi Jian smacked his lips and said, "That was really satisfying. Okay, are you going to take it off yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Yingying couldn't bear to listen anymore, "No, I don't want to..." She was utterly humiliated. A university English teacher, actually having to undress in front of her students—Rachel couldn't even imagine it.

Seeing that Yingying just kept her head down and didn't say a word, Mi Jian chuckled coldly and said, "Still shy? I guess I'll have to help you."

After saying that, he squatted down and hugged Yingying's legs. Mi Jian's hands caressed Yingying's smooth calves, her skin as lustrous as jade. He brought his lips to lick them, finding a hint of sweetness on his tongue. He reached down and unfastened the buckles on Yingying's high-heeled sandals, loosening the delicate straps, his hands gently stroking her white insteps. Yingying's right foot was lifted, her high heel removed, then her left. She stood barefoot on the soft carpet, her ten toes indescribably adorable, her slender feet delicate and charming.

Mi Jian didn't stop. He stood up, yanked off Yingying's hair tie, and her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. His hands moved from behind her back to her chest, kneading her high, firm breasts, then began unbuttoning her blouse. He unbuttoned it one button at a time from top to bottom, deliberately slowing his movements, gradually revealing Yingying's fair and smooth skin. Yingying lowered her eyes, unwilling to witness her humiliation, but Mi Jian grabbed her hair, forcing her to open her eyes.

The last button of her shirt was undone, the front of the shirt parted to reveal a beige bra and a flat, white abdomen. Mi Jian pulled Yingying's shirt apart, the maroon sleeveless shirt falling through her drooping hands to her feet. Yingying quickly covered her chest with her hands.

Mi Jian didn't seem in a hurry to undo Yingying's bra. Instead, his hands moved to her waist to undo her belt. After the thin black belt buckle loosened, Mi Jian unbuttoned Yingying's beige pants and then zipped them up with a "squeak." Yingying's underwear was now visible—a low-rise beige thong. Mi Jian grabbed the sides of the pants and pulled them down. The tight pants encountered some resistance as they passed Yingying's rounded buttocks, but they were still pulled neatly up to her ankles. Mi Jian lifted Yingying's delicate feet, took off the pants, and threw them at her feet. Yingying stood in front of the mirror wearing only her bra and panties. Suddenly,

a flash of light appeared outside the window, illuminating Yingying's white body dazzlingly—it was a bolt of lightning. Then came the rumble of thunder and the sound of raindrops pounding down; a storm was coming.

Mi Jian showed no sign of stopping. He continued to unfasten the back clasp of Yingying's bra, and the straps of the beige 34A half-cup bra slipped off her shoulders, causing her to hug herself even tighter. Mi Jian didn't forcibly pull Yingying's hands away. Instead, he used his feet to spread her long, slender legs, then grabbed the edge of her beige panties and pulled them down forcefully. Yingying's panties were pulled up to her thighs, and Mi Jian's eyes immediately fell on Yingying's two fair, round, soft, and smooth buttocks and the dark valley between them.

Yingying was both ashamed and frightened, and quickly squeezed her legs together, but the mirror clearly reflected the rounded mons pubis and the dark forest between her snow-white thighs. She tried to cover her lower body with her hands, but as soon as her hands fell, her bra slipped down, immediately exposing her alabaster breasts and rosy nipples. She could only cover her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other.

Mi Jian, his eyes glued to her, pulled Yingying's panties down to her ankles, lifting her legs so the panties lay at her feet. Then, he forcefully yanked her loose bra from over her head and pulled it behind her back, grabbing it in his hand. Yingying was finally naked. Mi Jian then removed her rings, necklace, watch, and anklet, leaving her completely naked before him.

A gust of wind whipped open the bedroom curtains, Yingying's hair flying in the wind. Her perfect body was like a jade sculpture, crystal clear and white, like a holy goddess from heaven. Mi Jian stared, mesmerized. Even that day in the lecture hall, he hadn't found Yingying's beauty so indescribable. Her firm breasts, her rosy nipples, her slender waist, her long, beautiful legs, her snow-white skin, her smooth complexion—she truly seemed to belong only in heaven. Yingying's mature body became even more alluring in her nakedness.

Mi Jian turned Yingying around, unable to suppress his increasingly rapid heartbeat, and frantically kissed Yingying's breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs. He held Yingying's snow-white body, leaving countless passionate kisses on her delicate skin. He held Yingying and kissed her incessantly, then pushed her back onto the comfortable bed, and pounced on her himself.

Chapter Eight: Perverted Rape

Outside the bedroom, the sky was as dark as night, and a torrential downpour, accompanied by a fierce wind, relentlessly pounded everything outside. In the equally dark bedroom, another storm was just beginning.

Mi Jian had already taken off his dark clothes, and was now all tanned. He embraced Yingying's snow-white body, rolling around on the large double bed. Mi Jian held Yingying's jade-like feet, sucking on her small, delicate toes and ankles. Perhaps due to years of careful care, Yingying's delicate feet had smooth, glistening skin, without any roughness. Even the soles of her feet exuded a refreshing scent. Mi Jian sucked on them for a long time before gradually focusing his attention on her thighs.

Mi Jian placed his hand between Yingying's legs, caressing one of the most delicate parts of a woman's body—the inner thighs—and occasionally deliberately touching Yingying's full labia majora. Yingying did not resist, but her body was as stiff as a piece of wood. She had only one thought: she hoped that Mi Jian's rape would end quickly, so she had no choice but to submit.

Mi Jian's long spear, which had been hungry for a long time, was now even more impatient than its owner, and skillfully found the path to Yingying's body. Mi Jian's hands swept over her smooth, flat abdomen almost without pausing, until they touched her firm, white breasts. He kneaded Yingying's high, firm breasts and soft nipples, continuing to rub his body against her delicate lower body, deriving great pleasure from it. Then he spread Yingying's legs, exposing the sweet garden he had visited just two weeks ago, preparing to enter again.

Mi Jian's penis was already at Yingying's tender jade gate. He used his fingers to part the two pink, tender labia, his lower body slowly approaching Yingying's clear thighs, adjusting the direction of his penis once more, and then thrusting his long spear straight into Yingying's jade body.

Yingying was already mentally prepared, but when the penis entered, she still felt intense pain, unable to help but groan, her hands involuntarily gripping the sheets tightly.

Mi Jian's first penetration was not very smooth; his penis only went in a little over halfway, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to go straight to the core, instead lingering in Yingying's warm secret passage, moving back and forth. The delicate vaginal mucosa quickly became engorged with blood and began to secrete nectar. Mi Jian, without any mercy, thrust forcefully. His penis skillfully found the clitoris, then rammed it open with each stroke. Two naked bodies, one dark and one white, intertwined on the bed, and the intense ritual of intercourse unfolded on the stormy afternoon.

Yingying's delicate body quickly betrayed her beliefs; a captivating blush appeared on her snow-white skin, and her lower body was overflowing with sweet nectar. Mi Jian's thick penis, with its intense sexual impact, caused her last psychological defense to crumble instantly, and her previously tense body immediately went completely limp. Mi Jian's thrusting became smoother and smoother, and he felt his lower body growing hotter and hotter. He positioned Yingying on her side and continued thrusting.

The wind and rain outside grew stronger, and Yingying's moans were drowned out by the noise. Yingying's body shifted constantly, lying supine, prone, half-kneeling, as Mi Jian indulged himself on her smooth, white body, his penis still inside her.

After another thunderous thrust, Mi Jian, like a dog, straddled Yingying's back, her arms supporting her weight, and ejaculated his warm, viscous semen. Some grayish-white semen flowed from Yingying's vulva, trickling down her delicate inner thighs, or dripping onto the sheets. Exhausted, Yingying collapsed onto the soft bed. The sexually aroused Mi Jian showed no signs of stopping. He held his thick penis and ordered Yingying to kneel before him. Yingying refused, but Mi Jian forcefully grabbed her tender nipples, forcing her to kneel facing him.

"Suck it!" Mi Jian stood high in front of Yingying, swinging his erect penis, the red glans slapping against her face repeatedly.

Yingying couldn't accept this perverted act. She pressed her lips tightly together and desperately tried to shrink back, but Mi Jian grabbed her hair, forcibly pressing her face against his lower abdomen. Then he pried open her mouth and shoved that filthy thing into her mouth.

"Serve my darling well. If you dare hurt her, you'll see!" Mi Jian said viciously, his penis pressing tightly against Yingying's throat and moving back and forth.

Yingying's mouth was completely filled with this ugly penis, making it hard to breathe. The thing, covered in semen and Yingying's juices, emitted a strange smell. The thought of this horrible thing being in her mouth made Yingying feel nauseous, and her vision went black; she almost fainted.

The large penis pressed straight against Yingying's throat, and her face quickly turned red. Mi Jian, however, quickly reached another climax. He thrust in and out a few times, then with a "Heave-ho!" he ejaculated into Yingying's mouth. Grayish-white mucus shot down Yingying's throat and into her body with a gurgling sound, some of it flowing back out and overflowing from her small mouth.

Yingying could no longer hold on and fainted on the bed. Mi Jian didn't give her a chance to catch her breath and immediately pounced on her again, thrusting into Yingying's already red and swollen, tender secret place until his waist was so sore and weak that he withdrew his limp penis, holding Yingying's smooth body and lying down to the side.

It was already dark, and the two lay on the bed asleep. When Mi Jian woke up, he looked at Yingying beside him. Her white body was still so pure and immaculate, seemingly undiminished by the constant abuse, which reignited his lust.

Mi Jian's eyes were fixed on Yingying's pert, white buttocks. The small anus between those two bright moons was so tightly clenched, inexplicably arousing him again. He rubbed his penis a few times, and it became erect again. He quietly climbed onto Yingying's smooth back, his hands grabbing her soft, white breasts from top to bottom, while his penis aimed at Yingying's narrow anus and thrust upwards!

"No! No! Not there! Stop, you've got the wrong place! Ah..."

Yingying woke up in pain, screaming in terror. She never imagined that Mi Jian would want to perform anal sex on her. She desperately crawled forward, hoping to escape from Mi Jian's grasp, but Mi Jian held her breasts tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. His penis had already mercilessly pierced into her narrow anus, and she was no longer able to resist the nightmarish reality.

With a heart-wrenching pain, Yingying screamed in agony. Beads of sweat dripped onto the sheets, and a trickle of blood flowed from beside her anus. The delicate mucous membrane of her anus could not withstand the large foreign object and tore open.

Mi Jian felt his penis tightly wrapped, unable to advance even an inch further, and warm fluid seeped from the side of his penis. He was at the peak of excitement; this feeling gave him an unparalleled pleasure in taking Yingying's virginity. He felt as if he had obtained her first time! This beautiful female teacher belonged to him from now on.

That night, he did not leave Yingying's house. Holding her snow-white and tender body, he raped Yingying four times. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Mi Jian packed his clothes, kissed Yingying's smooth, snowy buttocks, and quietly left under the cover of darkness. Before leaving, he took the front door key. Another

week passed.

Late on a weekend night, Mi Jian once again sneaked into the faculty dormitory. He swaggered in, opened the door to Professor Li Yingying's house, and went straight to her bedroom. Seeing the fair-skinned, radiant female teacher sleeping on the large Simmons mattress, he quickly stripped off his clothes and pounced on her beautiful body…

The first new English teacher

: In the bright and sunny September, the English Department of Gulf University welcomed another batch of new students. On the afternoon before the start of the semester, the English department teachers, as usual, sat in the spacious conference room of the department office building. Department Head Pro. Newton and Principal Dr. Wang entered the conference room with a young, beautiful, and dignified lady, and the noisy atmosphere immediately subsided. All the teachers simultaneously gazed at the beautiful young woman in a suit behind the principal, and couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts: Wow, she's so beautiful!

The principal smiled and looked around at everyone, then invited the shy-looking girl to the front, saying, "Happy new school year, teachers! I'm sure you all had a wonderful holiday. Today, I'd like to introduce a new colleague—Ms. Li Yingying. Let's welcome Ms. Li Yingying with applause." As soon as the principal finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted in the meeting room.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Yingying. If you'd like, you can call me Rachel. I look forward to your guidance and support." Li Yingying smiled and bowed to everyone to express her gratitude, and thus the new school year began.

Rachel's life at Gulf University started exceptionally smoothly. Trusting a young woman who had just earned her master's degree, the department assigned her to teach English to the first-year students. The professors in the department were all intelligent, elegant, and charming. Under their careful guidance, Rachel quickly became familiar with her work, and her linguistic proficiency gradually became apparent.

Her clear thinking and unique teaching style quickly won over her students, and her outstanding figure and beauty made her the focus of attention on campus. The number of students attending her class surged from a dozen to over 180. Rachel wasn't surprised by this start, as she had always been confident in her appearance and abilities. Even at night, when she sat under the lamp, pouring out her longing for her husband in Australia, she didn't hide her confidence. She

had fallen in love with everything here. The beautiful and peaceful campus, the joyful work, the friendly colleagues, and the bright and lovely students—this was simply the ideal life for a teacher.

"Peter, how I long for you to come back to me soon. This beautiful seaside city will be our best home." With thoughts of her husband and dreams of a bright future, Rachel drifted off to sleep.

The second lesson: The Wolf's Stalking

"Good afternoon everyone! Today we are going to talk about animals in American continental."

It was another sunny afternoon, and as usual, the spacious classroom was packed with students.

Rachel smiled at the pairs of attentive eyes below the podium and began her lively lecture. Her clear, bright eyes sparkled with intelligence, and the sea of dark heads below the podium were drawn into a wondrous world by her melodious voice.

In a corner of the focused classroom, a student sat half-submerged, dressed no differently from the others—a t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and small glasses perched on his nose. However, the books open on his desk weren't first-year textbooks; the books in his drawer indicated he was a third-year student. Of course, the other students didn't know this ordinary-looking young man wasn't their classmate.

This third-year student lowered his head, but his eyes were fixed intently on Yingying, who was lecturing diligently—more intently than anyone else in the classroom. He wasn't listening; his eyes didn't reveal a thirst for knowledge, but rather something like… animalistic lust!

"Ring..." Another class ended, and the students crowded around Yingying, the quiet classroom suddenly becoming lively. No one noticed the strange young man quietly picking up his textbook and leaving. As he passed the podium, he glanced back at the beautiful Yingying, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his lips. He didn't stop, walking gracefully out of the classroom.

From then on, every afternoon, whenever it was Yingying's class, this young man would be seen. He always sat quietly in a corner of the classroom, not saying a word, making him almost unnoticed. However, every move Yingying made was observed by his sharp eyes, like a wolf patiently waiting for its prey. He would occasionally jot down a few strokes in his notebook. No one had ever seen what he wrote in it. On the edge of the notebook was a black stamp. Those who recognized seal script knew that the pattern on the stamp was a person's name—Mi Jian!

Mi Jian had been attending the freshman class for three weeks, and only 25 days had passed since the start of the semester. Actually, he had already heard news of Li Yingying's arrival from his junior classmates. Although he always looked down on these younger university students, he never missed any news that interested him. Li Yingying's name had already taken flight, becoming the talk of the town among all the male students on campus. How could Mi Jian not know? He had even thoroughly investigated Li Yingying's background, including her age, hometown, address, husband's occupation, hobbies, and even her height, weight, and measurements—all of which he had found by hacking into the school's computer files. This young and beautiful female teacher had become his next target.

He began secretly following Li Yingying, recording her daily activities in a notebook—a skill taught to him by a detective software called "Tracking and Tracking" that he downloaded from the internet. He entered Li Yingying's movements into the computer every day and quickly discovered her routine: as a young female teacher whose husband was abroad and who had just joined a new school, Li Yingying had neither relatives nor close friends in the Gulf region. She lived alone in an apartment provided by the university for single teachers, her life unbelievably simple. Besides preparing lessons and teaching, she swam and did aerobics at the campus faculty fitness center, occasionally tutoring students in the evenings, and otherwise stayed in her dormitory, with no other social activities. Even on Saturdays and Sundays, when most students had left for the weekend and most teachers were out enjoying their time, she was always in her department office or the computer room.

Mi Jian, organizing his findings on the computer, thought to himself: Such a young and beautiful woman, living such a low-key and quiet life—it would be a waste not to give her some comfort. He reached out and ripped a photo off the computer screen, kissed the beautiful image of a woman with long, flowing hair and dressed in pure white, and held the photo in his hands, whispering, "Baby, I'm here!" The beautiful woman in the photo was none other than Li Yingying, the young female teacher Mi Jian had been secretly plotting to possess these past few days.

The third surprise attack

came on another weekend. On Friday afternoon, as the teachers were leaving work, they were discussing their plans for the next few days. Because of the public holiday, they would have four days off this weekend, and most of the English department teachers had their own plans.

Rachel had just finished her class and returned to the office when several colleagues asked, "Rachel, what are your plans for the weekend?"

Yingying smiled and replied, "I bought my train ticket for Sunday. I'm planning to go home the day after tomorrow. I heard you're going diving, is that right?"

"Yes, I was thinking of inviting you to come along. Is your home far?"

"Not far, just two hours by high-speed train. I haven't been home in a long time, I want to see my parents. Have fun!"

"I wish you a good time too. Bye!"

"Thank you! Bye!"

Outside the office door, the setting sun cast a long shadow of a man, who seemed to be listening to the conversation inside. As a series of hurried footsteps approached the door, the man's figure vanished in a flash.

Night fell quickly, and the bustling campus gradually quieted down. The lights in the classrooms and office buildings went out, and the student dormitories were no longer noisy. The dense woods echoed with the loud chirping of cicadas.

Yingying returned to her dormitory and quickly dialed home. She planned to go home; she hadn't been with her mother in a long time and missed her parents dearly. She also had good news to tell them: her beloved husband would be returning home next month to visit! Yingying's face was filled with happiness; she was so happy she almost burst out laughing.

At that very moment, in another dormitory, someone else was also overjoyed, almost shouting with glee. This person was, of course, Mi Jian. He knew Yingying was going home the day after tomorrow. "According to her habits, she'll definitely go to the English department office tomorrow. At that time, the university's teaching area will be deserted, and I can seize the opportunity to make my move." Mi Jian was ecstatic; he had waited for his chance.

That night, both Mi Jian and Yingying slept soundly.

The next day, Saturday morning at nine o'clock. Yingying woke up to find it already bright daylight. Judging from the bright scenery outside the window, it was a clear, sunny day. After washing up and eating breakfast, Yingying began to get ready.

She changed into a light gray-blue mid-sleeve V-neck t-shirt, a white A-line skirt, sheer nylon stockings, and off-white high-heeled shoes. She twirled in front of the mirror, the white skirt billowing, revealing her snow-white skin, flowing hair, and slender figure. The youthful goddess who had driven all the boys in her department crazy back in college was once again before her eyes. She smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, applied a thin layer of foundation, and a touch of lipstick. Then, she slung her handbag over her shoulder and headed towards the office building.

It was Saturday, and as usual, she needed to go back to the department to prepare next week's lesson plans. More importantly, she needed to make an IP phone call with her husband in Australia. Although they had only been separated for six months, it felt like a long time for the newlywed couple, so she cherished their limited online time each week.

Yingying entered the office building, took the elevator, and quickly arrived at the 6th floor. She opened the iron gate of the office door, walked into the long corridor, and then turned around and closed the gate. The office building was empty, eerily quiet, but Yingying was already used to this tranquil environment. Her high heels clicked crisply on the concrete floor of the corridor until she entered the office at the end of the corridor.

Yingying put down her handbag, sat down at her desk, and began to review the lecture notes for the following week. Time flowed slowly in the silence. After sitting for a while, Yingying felt a little thirsty, so she picked up her water glass and went into the adjacent lecture hall.

At this moment, Mi Jian had already sneaked into the office building. He couldn't suppress his nervous and excited feelings, so he woke up at seven o'clock. His classmates in the dormitory had already left. He quickly put rope, master key, condoms, knife, anesthetic, and other tools into his green military satchel and sneaked into the English department's office building under the cover of dawn.

He remained cautiously on his way, but didn't see a single soul. Knowing the campus architecture intimately, he took the elevator to the top floor, where the English Department's offices were located, and where Yingying frequented every weekend.

The English Department's office building, called the "Gao Weiwen Building," was donated by an alumnus of Ocean University. The rectangular, six-story building was built against the hillside, with staircases on one side and long corridors connecting the various rooms on each floor. The English Department was on the sixth floor; at the end of the corridor was the department's lecture hall, and near the elevator was a locked iron gate. In the middle were the teachers' offices.

Mi Jian already knew Yingying's office was the innermost one. He took out the master key he had prepared and easily opened the iron gate. He had originally planned to hide in Yingying's office and launch a surprise attack as soon as she entered, but for some reason, he changed his mind. He locked the iron gate as before and went back to the seventh-floor rooftop to hide.

In a state of anxiety and excitement, he kept checking his watch. Around ten o'clock, the familiar sound of high heels finally came from downstairs, followed by the sound of a door opening.

"They're here!" Mi Jian's heart rate was almost over 100 beats per minute. He carefully made his way downstairs, step by step approaching the open office door, secretly clutching a can of highly effective anesthetic spray in his hand. Then he took a deep breath and rushed into the office.

Section Four: Resistance and Suppression.

Yingying's legs were tightly clamped together, trying to lessen the impact of Mi Jian's caresses. Mi Jian, of course, knew very well that as his fingers felt Yingying's body temperature, he worked even harder to poke and prod her. Yingying soon felt her mouth dry and her eyes dizzy.

After a while, seeing that Yingying's resistance was gradually weakening, Mi Jian began to shamelessly knead Yingying's round, soft buttocks. His left hand also left Yingying's waist and reached behind her to unbutton her skirt. One button, two buttons, then a "squeak"—Yingying felt her tight waist loosen, knowing the buttons and zipper of her skirt had been undone. Mi Jian began pulling the skirt down. Yingying felt terrified; was he really going to assault her? Her hands gripped the hem of the skirt tightly, refusing to let go.

Mi Jian, unable to pull Yingying's white skirt down several times, grew impatient. He flipped her over and instead lifted the hem of the skirt, exposing the soft, beautiful curves of Yingying's lower body and a section of smooth, snow-white skin on her waist and abdomen to Mi Jian's burning gaze.

Yingying screamed involuntarily, "No! Stop!" Her hands immediately covered her lower body.

Stimulated by her flawless white skin, Mi Jian was burning with desire. How could he possibly stop? Without a word, he sat on Yingying, quickly removing her high heels and tossing them aside. Then, he pulled down the sides of her nylon stockings. The stockings were ripped down to her mid-thighs, revealing her off-white silk panties. The low-waisted thong barely covered the most intimate part between her legs, leaving Yingying's slender waist and long, beautiful legs completely exposed. Her fair, delicate skin was smooth and soft, like it was made of snow-white tofu.

Mi Jian held Yingying's hands to prevent her from moving, then leaned down and began to kiss her passionately. He breathed heavily, licking the base of Yingying's thighs with his wet, rough tongue, and even lifting the edge of her thong to peek at her rounded mons pubis. Mi Jian's lewd gaze made Yingying feel utterly ashamed. Since she was old enough to understand, even her closest man, her husband, had never looked at her private parts so closely and so brazenly. Today, however, she was being thoroughly exposed by a student's gaze.

"Don't look! Stop! Don't continue!" She blushed deeply, her voice trembling.

"Teacher's mons pubis is so white and full, and her pubic hair is so soft and black. I love it." Mi Jian said as he slipped his fingers inside her panties and began to caress them.

"Ugh...please..." Yingying's voice was so weak that she could barely hear herself. Her hands remained tightly pressed against her genitals in defense. Mi Jian couldn't penetrate her private parts for the time being, so he instead lifted her thighs and caressed her soft, white flesh, entering a state of frenzy.

Faced with the student's humiliation, Yingying was helpless. In this soundproof conference room on the top floor of the office building, no one would hear her even if she shouted into the microphone, let alone call for help. As she watched herself sink deeper into the abyss of rape, Yingying was on the verge of tears. But who could save her?

"To preserve my innocence, I must save myself!" This decision gradually became clear in her mind. Yingying then secretly glanced around. The chairs that were originally in the room had all been pushed against the wall, and there was nothing beside her. Suddenly, she saw the small knife tucked into Mi Jian's waistband, and then she had a plan.

She suddenly opened her arms and hugged Mi Jian, pretending to let out a seductive moan, as if she were about to reach a sexual climax. But one hand quietly reached for the handle of the knife, slowly pulled it out, and stabbed it towards Mi Jian's leg!

"Ah!" After a scream, Mi Jian staggered to his feet. The knife fell on the carpet, but there was no blood on it! Yingying failed to stab Mi Jian; instead, he discovered her intention.

"Slap! Slap!" Two loud slaps rang out, and Yingying fell to the ground, her hair disheveled.

"You bitch, you dare to ambush me! You're asking for death!" Two more slaps followed: "I'm a black belt in karate, you think you can fool me? Let me tell you, there's no woman I can't have if I want her!"

Mi Jian was clearly deeply enraged. He kicked the knife aside, strode forward, and lifted Yingying up: "Miss, you dare to use force against a student! I'll punish you!"

"Spare me, please, let me go!"

"Let you go? No way, you're a beauty, it would be a waste not to have a taste."

"No! No!"

Amidst Yingying's cries of pain, Mi Jian threw her back onto the carpet, then ripped off her nylon stockings, revealing Yingying's smooth, supple, and slender legs as if a veil had been lifted.

Yingying screamed and tried to pull her legs back under her skirt, but Mi Jian grabbed one of her ankles and forcefully pulled her to his side. He used his knee to pin Yingying's hands behind her back, then effortlessly pulled her dress down from her waist to her ankles. With a flick of his right hand, the snow-white dress, like a wounded swan, floated slowly through the air and landed on the red ground not far away.

Seeing Yingying's pale legs completely exposed, Mi Jian laughed heartily: "Good! Truly dazzlingly beautiful." He then grabbed Yingying's half-exposed, plump buttocks: "So smooth! Hahahaha!"

Yingying pleaded desperately: "Please stop, you can't do this!"

Mi Jian remained unmoved, reaching up to lift Yingying's blue-gray t-shirt, and through her bra, he roughly grabbed and kneaded her firm breasts: "How is it, is it good, miss?" Mi Jian was fascinated

by Yingying's incredibly elastic, cone-shaped breasts, holding them in his hands for a long time. He pulled the V-neck of Yingying's t-shirt open to reveal her smooth, rounded shoulders, then pulled it down, almost tearing the neckline, and slowly ripped it off her delicate arms. A silk bra adorned with lace gradually appeared, and Yingying's top was pulled down to her chest and waist. With her hands pinned behind her back, the neckline of the t-shirt finally slipped out from her hands, and her top was pulled down to her lower body. Mi Jian lifted Yingying's legs and easily pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it aside.

Li Yingying lay half-naked, curled up on the red carpet of the English Department lecture hall, wearing only off-white underwear. The spotlight illuminated her, making her body appear exceptionally white and flawless, shimmering with a luminous glow.

Despite her desperate resistance, Yingying could not escape the fate of being stripped naked: Mi Jian reached out and unhooked Yingying's bra, and the off-white three-quarter cup immediately loosened, revealing Yingying's firm, white breasts trembling beneath his hands.

Taking advantage of Yingying's arms covering her chest, Mi Jian slipped the bra straps through her hands, revealing the bra still carrying her scent. He inhaled the fragrance and laughed cruelly. Then, he slipped his hand inside Yingying's panties and pulled them down, the panties sliding down to her mid-thighs. Yingying, unsure whether to cover her chest or her genitals, could only curl up in a ball.

But Mi Jian, holding her ankle with one hand, ripped off her panties before she could react, completely exposing her alluring body.

Naked before the students, Yingying felt a surge of rage, wishing she could die immediately. Knowing the humiliation to come would be even more unbearable, she disregarded her shame and crawled towards the door. However, her attempt to escape only provoked Mi Jian's merciless beatings. He stacked four chairs and placed them at the four corners of Yingying's body. He used Yingying's nylon stockings as ropes, pulling her hands and feet apart and tying them to the chair. Yingying turned her head to the side, sobbing silently, her body bound like a starfish, powerless to save herself.

Mi Jian looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, occasionally stroking Yingying's smooth skin. His fingers touched Yingying's secret place again. The rounded mons pubis, the soft pubic hair, the delicate vulva, the warm secret passage—all passed under his fingers without any resistance. Every part of Teacher Yingying's body was taken in by Mi Jian's eyes, even the woman's delicate and mysterious perineum.

Mi Jian stared intently, then took out a camera from his bag and started taking pictures.

"No! Please don't take pictures!" Yingying was almost frantic at the thought of her humiliating posture being photographed.

"Teacher Yingying, your body is perfect, I want to keep some souvenirs." The flashbulbs were going off incessantly, and Mi Jian felt his penis begin to stir...

The feeling of being raped in the fifth chapter ...

Yingying had lost track of time. She watched Mi Jian take nude photos of her, then remove his clothes and slowly walk to her side, involuntarily closing her eyes.

Mi Jian's breathing quickened; facing her ivory-carved, beautiful body, his blood was boiling. He slowly sat on Yingying's lower abdomen, his penis pointing directly at her smooth, alabaster breasts.

The moment Mi Jian's skin touched Yingying, both of them shuddered. Yingying's warm, soft skin was exceptionally delicate, comparable even to a baby's skin. Mi Jian leaned down, feeling this perfect body. He kissed her snow-white face, her snow-white neck, her snow-white shoulders. He sucked on the two tender, rosy nipples on her snow-white mounds, his hands kneading every inch of Yingying's body. The whiteness and softness of her beautiful body drove him into a frenzy of lust.

Mi Jian's mouth continued its downward exploration, finally reaching between Yingying's open, fair legs. Her pink vulva was tightly closed, hidden among the soft undergrowth, but this couldn't deter Mi Jian's determination. His tongue began to repeatedly tease Yingying's full labia, while his hands squeezed her snow-white buttocks. Yingying felt an unbearable itch in her lower body. At first, she could grit her teeth and endure it, but later it felt as if her entire body was trembling from the inside out, finally letting out a loud moan: "Ah! Ah! Stop...!"

Mi Jian continued to stimulate Yingying's vulva, and the pink bud finally opened, revealing a narrow, mysterious, pale red passage. Streams of clear nectar flowed out, quickly moistening Yingying's vulva. Yingying's love juice began to flow freely, her long-dormant love hole instinctively aroused, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

“My dear Miss, I see you haven’t enjoyed yourself in a long time. Look, you’re already soaking wet after just a few strokes. Let me soothe your empty love hole!”

Yingying was shocked and cried out, “No! No! I’m already someone else’s wife, please don’t do this!”

“Hmph, as long as it’s a woman I like, I’ll fuck her properly!” Mi Jian said, already preparing his hard spear. He licked and sucked Yingying’s vulva for a while, seeing that her tender labia majora were gradually turning red and opening and closing slightly with her breathing. He then glanced at the direction of her secret hole, placed his legs between Yingying’s body, raised his erect spear, and thrust it straight into Yingying’s body!

“Ah!” Yingying screamed as Mi Jian’s spear slammed into her secret passage, forcefully forcing open Yingying’s tender secret passage.

Since their marriage, Yingying and her husband hadn’t spent much time together, so her vagina was still narrow and deep. Mi Jian thrust in, withdrew slightly, then thrust again with a burst of energy, his engorged and throbbing penis almost completely inside Yingying's body. Yingying felt another excruciating pain in her lower body, as if her body was being filled by this large, foreign object. She cried out in pain, "Stop! It hurts!"

Mi Jian ignored her completely. Before Yingying could catch her breath, he thrust in again with all his might. This time, his huge penis rotated as it drilled in, disappearing completely into Yingying's tender love hole, the glans striking her warm clitoris. Then, he used his hands to support Yingying's white buttocks, thrusting in and out with varying speeds, saying as he did so, "How about that? Much better than your husband, right? This is just the beginning!"

His penis rubbed against the vaginal walls, the large penis forcibly squeezing the most vulnerable part of the woman's body, stretching the opening of her secret place as thin as paper, almost tearing it open. Yingying was tormented by the excruciating pain of the brutal intrusion, her spread, snow-white thighs convulsing uncontrollably. Her hands, clenched tightly, were bloodless, and large beads of sweat dotted her smooth forehead.

Mi Jian grasped Yingying's firm, snow-white breasts with both hands, his fingers pinching and nibbling at the two bright red nipples. Yingying's glistening breasts felt like soft, white almond cake to the touch, and Mi Jian's hands held them tightly, unable to let go. The delicate skin could only bulge slightly under his pressure. Mi Jian was like a giant black spider, enjoying the voluptuous prey trapped in its web.

Under the bright light, Yingying had lost all sense of time. Her body had been violated, but the rape was not over. She stared blankly into the distance, her mind a complete blank, mechanically pleading.

Mi Jian thrust into Yingying's body for a while, increasing the frequency, then suddenly pulled out his penis. He propped himself up, his erect penis retracting its neck, then spraying out a stream of grayish-white, viscous, hot liquid, which landed on Yingying's delicate face and beautiful, snow-white chest.

"Hahaha!" Mi Jian smeared his semen on Yingying's soft red lips, laughing as he took pictures: "Pure female teacher bound and eating semen photos, this is expensive stuff online, hahaha..."

Yingying's lips were tightly closed, terrified by Mi Jian's perverted behavior, and she dared not move again. Mi Jian began to thrust again. The humiliated female teacher's crystal-clear naked body exuded infinite mature charm and an irresistible beauty under the light. This mature and beautiful female body was something Mi Jian had never experienced before. His penis quickly became erect again. Mi Jian's penis pressed against the half-open jade gate and thrust forward, penetrating Yingying's fair body once more.

After the previous battle, Yingying's love hole felt open and firm, this winding, secluded passage was simply unforgettable. Yingying's slender legs were spread wide apart, and Mi Jian pressed his entire weight onto her upper body, causing Yingying's flat, fair abdomen to bulge upwards. Mi Jian's hips were pressed tightly against Yingying's lower abdomen, her coarse pubic hair constantly poking at Yingying's thin, tender vulvar mucosa, making a "rustling" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet lecture hall.

With the grinding and thrusting of his penis, all of Yingying's resistance vanished, and she began to moan. The impact on her erogenous zones completely captivated her, and Mi Jian's kneading and caressing sent her to the heights of orgasm. The female teacher's snow-white body lay naked on the ground, and the student thrust into her again and again, faster and faster, until he could no longer hold back, finally opening Yingying's smooth flower core and shooting another stream of hot semen into the beautiful teacher's uterus without spilling a drop. Yingying clearly felt the viscous liquid spraying onto her body, and finally broke down in tears—the devastating news of being raped had become a reality for her.

Mi Jian collapsed, utterly exhausted from never having ejaculated twice in such a short time. He rested for a while on Yingying's naked body, listening to his teacher's painful cries. His semen and sweat stained his teacher's fair and alluring body; her breasts and perineum were ravaged and red, her long, smooth, black hair scattered messily on the carpet.

He stood up, dressed, and checked his watch; it was already 5 p.m., this lavish feast had lasted a full seven hours. He packed up his tools, then returned to Yingying's side, untied the nylon stockings binding her wrists, and left the silent lecture hall. The spotlights went out, the doors closed, and Yingying's pale body was plunged into deep darkness.

The coercive

holiday of the sixth period, involving nude photos, quickly ended, and the university returned to its usual bustling state. The English department teachers were puzzled because Ms. Li Yingying hadn't come to work for two days. While everyone was still speculating, Yingying called to ask the director for a week's leave. She hung up without saying anything.

After hanging up, Yingying couldn't help but shed tears again. She couldn't remember how she left the lecture hall that day, only that it was completely dark, and she stumbled back to her dormitory, collapsing onto her bed. She developed a high fever. In this unfamiliar city, she felt despair for the first time. She didn't know how to forget this terrible experience; she couldn't.

On the day Yingying returned to work, she received a call from her husband. He would be attending a two-day meeting at the bay in a month. Yingying was filled with mixed emotions: happy to finally see her long-separated husband, even if only for two days; sad because she didn't know how to tell him about being raped.

In the daily wait, the calendar turned to October.

The moment she saw her husband at the airport, they embraced tightly, and Yingying couldn't hold back her tears any longer. Her husband was surprised that his usually independent and strong wife was crying like a little girl. Under Peter's tender care, the two returned to Yingying's dormitory.

That evening, when Peter wanted to be intimate with his wife, Yingying refused.

Peter asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Rachel, are you feeling unwell?"

Yingying shook her head, "No, Peter, I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Then get some rest!"

Leaning on her husband's broad shoulder, Yingying couldn't help but shed tears. The trauma she had suffered was still fresh in her mind; just thinking about sex made her tremble, let alone having sex. But how could she tell her husband that she had been raped? That night, Yingying barely slept.

Two days passed in a state of turmoil, unable to confide in anyone. Yingying knew that Peter would leave her again, leaving her alone in this unfamiliar city to continue living with shame and fear.

After seeing her husband off, Yingying felt completely drained.

On the way back to school from the airport, the sky was overcast, seemingly foreshadowing an approaching storm, a fact confirmed by the weather forecast on the car radio. Yingying's white Citro?n drove along the university's winding mountain road to the dormitory parking lot, then dragged her weary body towards home. As she passed the platform at the bottom of the building, she looked up at the sky; a dark cloud was approaching in the distance, and she could faintly hear muffled thunder.

Yingying opened the security door to the lobby, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the "11" button with her slender fingers.

It was 2:45 PM on Tuesday afternoon; all the teachers had returned to school, and the tall dormitory building was deathly quiet.

With a "ding," the elevator stopped on the 11th floor. Yingying stepped out of the stairwell and turned right towards Building C—her home. The sound of a key turning filled the air, followed by the sound of the metal gate opening. Yingying pushed open the door and was about to turn around and close the iron gate when, in a flash, a tremendous force pushed her into the room from behind.

Caught off guard, Yingying stumbled and fell onto the carpet. She turned around and saw a tall man standing behind her. This man was completely shrouded in black: a black t-shirt, black jeans, even his high boots were black, and a black cloth covered his face, giving him an eerie appearance.

The man in black closed the iron gate and the door, standing motionless in front of Yingying. Yingying looked at this mysterious intruder in terror and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you? What...what do you want?" The man in black pulled out

several photos and threw them in front of Yingying. Yingying slowly picked up the photos from the ground and looked at them, and couldn't help but tremble all over: on the red carpet in the photos lay a beautiful woman, completely naked, her hands and feet bound by nylon stockings and spread out like a starfish. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were closed, and her body was covered with patches of grayish-white filth. The woman's face was clearly visible—it was unmistakably her! These photos were obviously the nude photos taken on the day Yingying was raped! And the man before her…

“You've forgotten me so quickly? My Rachel.” A familiar voice came from the man's throat, each word reaching Yingying's ears. It was him! That devil! Yingying stared at the lecherous demon who had stolen her innocence with hatred.

The man ripped off the black cloth covering his face—it really was Mi Jian.

“So it really was you!” Yingying got up from the floor, quickly ran to the phone, picked up the receiver, and pressed 110 (the police emergency number).

Mi Jian made no attempt to stop her; he casually sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.

“Hello, 110 emergency hotline, how can I help you?” came the operator's voice from the receiver.

Mi Jian hadn't expected Yingying to react so quickly. Just as she was about to answer the phone, Mi Jian calmed down and said unhurriedly, "Call the police, beautiful. Don't forget those photos."

Yingying's heart skipped a beat.

"I think at least a thousand people in the whole school have fantasized about having sex with you. What do you think if I publish these photos, or give them to the principal, or post them on pornographic websites?"

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Yingying's forehead, while the operator's voice continued on the other end of the line: "Hello, how can I help you? Can you hear me? If so, please press a key..."

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you need my help?" Mi Jian smiled and stood up, walking step by step to Yingying's side.

Yingying held the phone, silent, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

"Don't you want your photos back?" Mi Jian said as he approached.

Yingying realized he was only after money. If she could get those shameful photos back, she could sue him again. But if he actually released her nude photos, she wouldn't want to live anymore.

Mi Jian immediately noticed Yingying's hesitation. He took her hand holding the receiver and slowly placed it back on the receiver. Yingying didn't resist, and the call finally ended. Mi Jian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly unplugged the phone. He wiped away sweat, thinking to himself: That was close, I almost fell for her tricks. Luckily, I still have those photos.

Actually, Mi Jian had been lurking in the stairwell of Yingying's apartment building for a while. That day, he didn't leave but followed Yingying home, so he knew where she lived. After that, he continued to follow Yingying, her every move was under his watchful eye. He had long wanted to sleep with her again, but unfortunately, Yingying's husband returned, so he had to suppress his restless heart. Seeing Yingying see her husband off at the airport today, Mi Jian immediately took action. He secretly hid in the stairwell of Yingying's apartment, waiting for her to appear through the plexiglass window. He knew that at this time, the faculty apartment was almost deserted, making it the safest time to act.

Excited and anxious, he finally spotted his prey. The moment Yingying, wearing a red sleeveless shirt, beige knee-length trousers, and flesh-colored open-toe high-heeled sandals, opened the door, Mi Jian crept up behind her and forcefully pushed her inside. Thinking about how close he had come to disaster, Mi Jian's palms were sweating, but he still gently embraced Yingying.

Yingying forcefully shook off his hands and said, "Tell me, how much do you want?" Her voice was full of disgust.

"Money? I don't need money, I only need you."

"What else do you want?"

"You're a smart person, you know that. Let me be blunt! One negative, and you have to spend a day with me. That's all."

"You bastard!"

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for spreading the photos. What do you say? Think about it yourself."

"You..." Yingying felt a chill run through her body. After that day, she was destined to become a plaything in the hands of a lecherous monster. She was a weak woman; how could she resist this vicious coercion? Yingying was speechless, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Mi Jian had been carefully observing Yingying's expression, and now he was certain that this beautiful and refined female teacher was completely under his control. He took Yingying's jade-like arm and, half-helping and half-forcing, pushed her into the bedroom.

In the seventh chapter of the striptease extravaganza

, Yingying stood expressionless in front of the huge full-length mirror in the bedroom. Behind her, Mi Jian greedily stared at her slender body, not even blinking. Rachel in the mirror was ethereal and beautiful, like a blooming lotus flower. Today, Rachel wore a maroon sleeveless blouse, her fair arms radiating a captivating glow; she wore beige tight-fitting capri pants that hugged her waist, outlining her full hips, the hem ending just mid-calf, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, slender feet; on her feet were flesh-colored open-toe high-heeled sandals, the delicate straps accentuating her boneless feet, creating a beautiful curve in her legs that stirred the imagination.

Mi Jian scrutinized Yingying's body from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, his eyes filled with hunger and provocation.

One of his hands rested on Yingying's soft buttocks; the fabric of her pants was very thin, and Mi Jian could clearly see the outline of her underwear. When his fingers seemingly inadvertently slid to the deep, hidden valley between her buttocks, Yingying let out a soft moan.

"How's it going? Feeling excited?" Mi Jian's voice was filled with the contempt of a conqueror.

"No..."

Mi Jian's fingers slipped between Yingying's legs, teasing her. Yingying was extremely uncomfortable and swayed to avoid him.

Mi Jian pressed himself against Yingying's delicate body from behind, lowering his head to kiss her fair neck. Yingying's smooth skin left behind a series of wet lip prints. He embraced Yingying from the side, his garlicky breath pressing against her thin lips without warning. His tongue pried open Yingying's small mouth, licking her white, even teeth. He grabbed Yingying's hair and pulled it down, causing her to arch backward, her upper body forming a full moon shape. Mi Jian's saliva slowly flowed into Yingying's small mouth.

Mi Jian held Yingying tightly in his kiss, the pressure of his mouth and chest almost suffocating her. Yingying desperately pushed against Mi Jian's steel-like back with both hands, finally managing to push his mouth away, already panting heavily.

Mi Jian smacked his lips and said, "That was really satisfying. Okay, are you going to take it off yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Yingying couldn't bear to listen anymore, "No, I don't want to..." She was utterly humiliated. A university English teacher, actually having to undress in front of her students—Rachel couldn't even imagine it.

Seeing that Yingying just kept her head down and didn't say a word, Mi Jian chuckled coldly and said, "Still shy? I guess I'll have to help you."

After saying that, he squatted down and hugged Yingying's legs. Mi Jian's hands caressed Yingying's smooth calves, the smooth skin like jade. He brought his mouth to lick them, only to find a hint of sweetness on his tongue. He reached out and unbuckled the buckles on Yingying's high-heeled sandals, loosening the delicate straps, his hands gently caressing her white insteps. Yingying's right foot was lifted, the high heel removed, then her left. She stood barefoot on the soft carpet, her ten toes indescribably adorable, her slender feet delicate and charming.

Mi Jian didn't stop. He stood up, yanked off Yingying's hair tie, and her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. His hands moved from behind her back to her chest, kneading her high, firm breasts, then began unbuttoning her blouse. He unbuttoned it one button at a time from top to bottom, deliberately slowing his movements, gradually revealing Yingying's fair and smooth skin. Yingying lowered her eyes, unwilling to witness her humiliation, but Mi Jian grabbed her hair, forcing her to open her eyes.

The last button of the shirt was undone, the front of the shirt parted to reveal a beige bra and a flat, white abdomen. Mi Jian parted the front of Yingying's shirt, the maroon sleeveless shirt falling to her feet through her drooping hands. Yingying quickly covered her chest with her hands.

Mi Jian didn't seem to be in a hurry to undo Yingying's bra, his hands moving naturally to her waist to undo her belt. After the thin black belt buckle loosened, Mi Jian unbuttoned Yingying's beige pants, then zipped them up with a "squeak." Yingying's underwear was also visible, a beige low-rise thong. Mi Jian grabbed the sides of the pants and pulled them down. The tight pants encountered some resistance as they passed Yingying's rounded buttocks, but were still pulled neatly up to her ankles. Mi Jian lifted Yingying's delicate feet, took off the pants, and threw them at her feet. Yingying stood in front of the mirror wearing only a bra and panties.

A sudden flash of light illuminated Yingying's fair body, making it appear dazzlingly white—it was a bolt of lightning. Then came the booming thunder and the pounding of raindrops; a storm was brewing.

Mi Jian showed no sign of stopping. He unhooked Yingying's bra, and the straps of her beige 34A two-cup bra slipped off her shoulders, causing her to clutch herself even tighter. Mi Jian didn't forcefully pull her hands away. Instead, he used his feet to spread her long, slender legs, then grabbed the edge of her beige panties and yanked them down forcefully. Her panties were pulled up to her thighs, and Mi Jian's gaze immediately fell upon Yingying's two fair, round, soft, and smooth buttocks and the dark valley between them.

Yingying was both ashamed and frightened, quickly clamping her legs together, but the mirror clearly reflected the rounded mound of her mons pubis and the dark pubic hair between her snow-white thighs. She tried to cover her lower body with her hands, but as soon as they fell, her bra slipped down, immediately exposing her alabaster breasts and rosy nipples. She could only cover her chest with one hand and her genitals with the other.

Mi Jian, his eyes glued to her, pulled Yingying's panties down to her ankles, lifting her legs so the panties fell to her feet. Then, he forcefully pulled Yingying's loosened bra from over her head to her back, snatching it from her hand. Yingying was finally naked. Mi Jian then removed her rings, necklace, watch, and anklet, leaving her completely naked before him.

A gust of wind whipped open the bedroom curtains, and Yingying's hair flew in the wind. Her perfect body was like a jade sculpture, crystal clear and white, like a holy goddess from heaven. Mi Jian stared in disbelief. Even back in the lecture hall, he hadn't realized Yingying's beauty was so indescribable. Her firm breasts, rosy nipples, slender waist, long, beautiful legs, snow-white skin, and smooth, flawless complexion—she was truly a celestial being. Yingying's mature body was even more alluring in her nakedness.

Mi Jian turned Yingying around, unable to control his increasingly rapid heartbeat, and frantically kissed her breasts, abdomen, and thighs. He held Yingying's snow-white body, leaving countless passionate kisses on her delicate skin. He held Yingying, kissing her incessantly, then pushed her back onto the comfortable bed, and pounced on her himself.

Chapter Eight: Perverted Rape.

Outside the bedroom, the sky was as dark as night, a torrential downpour accompanied by fierce winds relentlessly battering everything. Inside the equally dark bedroom, another storm was just beginning.

Mi Jian had already shed his dark attire, revealing his own dark physique. He embraced Yingying's snow-white body, rolling around on the large double bed. Mi Jian held Yingying's delicate feet, sucking on her small, exquisite toes and ankles. Perhaps due to years of careful care, Yingying's slender feet had smooth, glistening skin, without any roughness, even the soles exuding a refreshing scent. Mi Jian sucked for a long time before gradually focusing his attention on her thighs.

Mi Jian placed his hands between Yingying's legs, caressing one of the most delicate parts of a woman's body—the inner thighs—occasionally deliberately brushing upwards against Yingying's full labia majora. Yingying did not resist, but her body was stiff as a board. She had only one thought: she hoped Mi Jian's rape would end quickly, so she had no choice but to submit.

Mi Jian's erect penis, long throbbing with hunger, was now even more impatient than its owner, easily finding its way to Yingying's body. His hands swept over her smooth, flat abdomen almost without pausing, until they touched her firm, white breasts. He kneaded Yingying's high, firm breasts and soft nipples, continuing to rub his body against her delicate skin, deriving great pleasure from it. He then spread Yingying's legs, revealing the sweet garden he had visited two weeks prior, preparing to enter again.

Mi Jian's penis was already at Yingying's tender entrance. He parted the two pink, tender labia with his fingers, his lower body slowly approaching Yingying's glistening thighs, adjusting the direction of his penis once more, and then thrusting his penis straight into Yingying's body.

Yingying was already mentally prepared, but when the penis entered, she still felt intense pain, unable to help but groan, her hands involuntarily gripping the bedsheets tightly.

Mi Jian's first attempt at penetration wasn't too smooth; his penis only went in a little over halfway. But he didn't seem in a hurry to reach the core, instead lingering in Yingying's warm, secret passage, moving back and forth. The delicate vaginal mucosa quickly became engorged with blood and began to secrete nectar, and Mi Jian mercilessly thrust in and out. His penis skillfully found the core, then repeatedly pushed it open. Two naked bodies, one dark and one white, intertwined on the bed, their intense intercourse unfolding in the stormy afternoon.

Yingying's body quickly betrayed her resolve; a captivating blush appeared on her snow-white skin, and her lower body was overflowing with sweet fragrance. Mi Jian's large penis, with its intense sexual impact, caused her last line of defense to crumble instantly; her previously tense body immediately relaxed completely. Mi Jian's thrusting became increasingly smooth, and he felt his lower body growing hotter. He positioned Yingying on her side and continued thrusting.

The wind and rain outside grew stronger, drowning out Yingying's moans in the noise. Yingying's jade-like body kept changing positions, lying on her back, lying face down, and kneeling. Mi Jian vented his desire on her smooth, white body, his penis still inserted in Yingying's love hole.

After another clap of thunder, Mi Jian, like a dog, straddled Yingying's back, her arms supporting her weight, and ejaculated his warm, viscous semen. Some grayish-white semen flowed from Yingying's vulva, trickling down her delicate inner thighs, or dripping onto the sheets. Exhausted, Yingying collapsed onto the soft bed. Mi Jian, still aroused, showed no sign of stopping. He held his thick penis and ordered Yingying to kneel before him. Yingying refused, but Mi Jian forcefully grabbed her tender nipples, forcing her to kneel facing him.

"Suck it!" Mi Jian stood high in front of Yingying, swinging his erect penis, the red glans slapping against her face repeatedly.

Yingying couldn't accept this perverted act; her lips were tightly shut, and she desperately tried to shrink back, but Mi Jian grabbed her hair, forcibly pressing her face against his lower abdomen, then pried open her mouth and shoved his filthy member into her mouth.

"Take good care of my darling. If you dare hurt her, you'll see!" Mi Jian said viciously, his penis pressing tightly against Yingying's throat and moving back and forth.

Yingying's mouth was stuffed full of this ugly penis, making it hard to breathe. The thing, covered in semen and Yingying's juices, emitted a strange smell. The thought of this horrible thing being held in her mouth made Yingying feel nauseous, and her vision went black; she almost fainted.

The long penis pressed straight against Yingying's throat, and her face quickly turned red. Mi Jian, however, soon reached another climax. He thrust in and out a few times, then with a "Heave-ho," he ejaculated into Yingying's mouth. The grayish-white viscous fluid shot down Yingying's throat and into her body, making a "gurgling" sound, and some flowed back out, overflowing from Yingying's small mouth.

Yingying could no longer hold on and fainted on the bed. Mi Jian, not giving her a chance to catch her breath, immediately pressed down on her again, thrusting into Yingying's already red and swollen, tender secret place while she remained unconscious, until his waist was utterly sore and weak. Only then did he withdraw his limp penis, embracing Yingying's smooth body as they lay down beside each other.

Night had fallen, and the two lay asleep in bed. When Mi Jian awoke, he looked at Yingying beside him. Her white body was still so pristine and pure, seemingly undiminished by the constant abuse, which reignited his lust.

Mi Jian's eyes were fixed on Yingying's upturned, moon-white buttocks, the small anus between the two bright moons so tightly contracted, inexplicably arousing him again. He rubbed his penis a few times, and it became erect again. He quietly climbed onto Yingying's smooth back, his hands grasping her soft, white breasts from above, while his penis aimed at Yingying's narrow anus and thrust upwards!

"No! No! Not there! Stop! You've got the wrong place! Ah..."

Yingying woke up in pain, screaming in terror. She never imagined that Mi Jian would try to anally penetrate her. She desperately crawled forward, hoping to escape Mi Jian's grasp, but he held her breasts tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. His penis had already mercilessly pierced her narrow anus, and she was powerless to resist this nightmarish reality.

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain, Yingying screamed in agony. Beads of sweat dripped onto the sheets, and a trickle of blood flowed from beside her anus. The delicate mucous membrane of her anus could not withstand the large foreign object and tore open.

Mi Jian felt his penis being tightly wrapped, unable to advance any further, and warm liquid seeped from the side of his penis. He was excited to the extreme. This feeling gave him an unparalleled pleasure in taking Yingying's virginity; he felt as if he had obtained her first time! This beautiful female teacher now belonged to him.

That night, he didn't leave Yingying's house. Holding her fair and smooth body, he raped her four times. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Mi Jian packed his clothes, kissed Yingying's smooth, snow-white buttocks, and quietly left under the cover of darkness. Before leaving, he took the front door key.

Another week passed.

Late on a weekend night, Mi Jian once again broke into the faculty dormitory. He brazenly opened the door to Teacher Li Yingying's house and went straight to her bedroom. Seeing the fair and beautiful female teacher sleeping on the large Simmons mattress, he quickly took off his clothes and pounced on her delicate body…

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