【Me and My Teacher】(2)

(2)
The next day, I was in extremely poor spirits, but luckily it was Saturday, so I stayed in bed until almost

10 o'clock before getting up. I went downstairs, drank some cold water, washed my face, and planned to go for a walk in the park to

exercise and enjoy the "cool scenery" of summer, hehe. However, for someone

like me who doesn't really like to move around much (I'm 185 cm tall and weigh 150 kg, not fat, but not light either, with a

little belly ), it was a kind of torture. But for the sake of a happy sex life, I could only strengthen my exercise, pay attention to my diet, and

start to quit masturbating. After that, I would have a teacher to help me, so masturbating by myself would be a joke. In this way, the two days of the weekend were quite fulfilling.
Monday arrived as I looked forward to it. I felt especially relaxed and full of anticipation that morning

. I really liked the teacher's personal service. However, things don't always go as planned. Around

noon , I finally got my chance. While everyone else went to the cafeteria for lunch, I had already bought bread and pretended

to be busy with homework, staying in the classroom. As a moderately good student, homework was practically a

commodity , so everyone was naturally happy to see my attitude. After confirming that no one was around, I went to

Teacher Zhu's office. Teacher Zhu wasn't there, but I wasn't worried. It was Monday, and the political science class was in the afternoon,

so teachers without classes usually went to lunch early. Teacher Zhu would be back soon. As for

the teacher across the hall, Teacher Cheng, she had been asked by the principal to give a public lesson after her training, partly

to prepare for an inspection by the leaders. After finishing her morning classes, she went home to prepare her teaching materials. It's worth mentioning that

Teacher Cheng also teaches political science.
Sure enough, Ms. Zhu returned in just a few minutes. She was naturally

surprised to see me, but being a homeroom teacher, she quickly calmed down and looked at me, saying, "I know

why , but after thinking about it, I think it's best if this relationship doesn't continue." She was like a

ruthless killer, calmly swinging her knife at me. Of course, I couldn't agree with that and retorted, "That's what we agreed

on that day ! Are you going back on your word? A teacher should be respected!" Ms. Zhu just smiled, "

When was that day? I don't remember us agreeing to anything." Another blow, and I felt a pang of desolation.

That's women for you—their moods change faster than flipping through a book. I pretended to be speechless, hesitant to speak, and then managed to stammer,

"Then what about what you said earlier about knowing why I'm here…?"
"Well, of course I know you're here to ask if the political science homework is finished and whether it needs to be returned."
Standing before me now, Ms. Zhu seemed to have me completely under her thumb. Of course,

I had to play along and pretend to be helpless.
But things weren't that simple. I stopped hiding it: "Really? You think I have no proof?
Heh." Teacher Zhu didn't care when she heard this, just taking it as me bluffing. "Of course you don't have any

evidence. You have no chance at all. Taking pictures? I know you never carry a phone, let alone a camera."
"How can you be so sure? Maybe I did bring one?" I tried my best to look like a bad guy

to make my words more convincing. Sure enough, Teacher Zhu started to get nervous. "Explain yourself!"
"No, why do I need to explain myself? Since you're so unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. Let me think,

what appears on the internet tomorrow will definitely make you famous!" With that, I started to walk out. Teacher Zhu tried

to stop me, but I was already outside. Teachers who had finished eating were walking down the hallway. Teacher Zhu

had no choice but to give up and instead glared at me, as if to warn me.
I felt a secret thrill; the tropes in novels really do work. As for evidence, like Teacher Zhu said, I

obviously didn't have any (the above text might be a bit unclear to some, why it seems like I did even though I didn't

, and why I pretended to be weak when Teacher Zhu pressed me—this is written from my perspective at the time). I never carry

a phone, but I did today, and that didn't stop me from thinking about what would happen if she changed her mind over the weekend. So

I made a plan to take a gamble. Of course, I could choose to give up, but what happened that night

was real, and we definitely couldn't interact like before; it wouldn't necessarily be beneficial.
Since we were at school, she couldn't go too far, so she could only keep bothering me after class. But

as everyone knows , economics in politics is very difficult, so there were naturally many students asking questions, and I didn't give her

many opportunities. I, on the other hand, laughed it off and dealt with the few opportunities I had.
School was over, and this was crucial. Teacher Zhu told Zhiyi to go home with her father first (Teacher Zhu's

husband has a car, and he usually picks her up; this is just to clarify). And there stood there in that small

office, facing each other across the desk. This was crucial. I tried to project an air of

complete control , fiddling with my phone and glancing at Ms. Zhu every now and then. She tried to appear calm,

but the unusual beads of sweat, even in the summer heat, betrayed her true feelings. We remained locked in this standoff, time dragging on.

Ten minutes passed. Ms. Zhu seemed to be struggling, while I remained steadfast. Finally, she gave in first,

saying, "Show me your evidence." Of course, I wasn't foolish enough to do that. I retorted, "Why

should it to you? I'm the one in control. Show it to me." "What's in it for me?" "Show me, and I'll obey you.

Isn't that good?"
I sneered. "Thinking about it now? Too late! But if you do it to me now, and make me feel good

, I might consider showing it to you and promise not to leak it." Teacher Zhu, after all, taught politics and

had rich social experience. She sensed something was off from my words, and it was already showing on her face. I saw

it and was anxious. I quickly interrupted her thoughts, "There's no time. Either do it now, or wait to

become famous!" I could see she seemed to want to take a gamble, but in the end, reason prevailed over courage, and she gave in.
I sat in the chair, pulled down my pants, and watched Teacher Zhu slowly squat down, holding my penis in her hand.

That was enough . I roared inwardly, took out my phone, which was already set to camera mode, pointed it at the scene, and pressed

the shutter button. Then I tilted Teacher Zhu's head up and took another picture, this time from the front. Only then did I

feel relieved and leisurely switched to video recording. Teacher Zhu was a smart woman; she probably didn't realize I was taking pictures.

"What's so special about that?" But seeing my triumphant expression, she immediately understood what had happened. She let go,

stood up abruptly, and yelled, "You lied to me! You have no evidence at all!" "Yeah, there wasn't any before,

but now... I waved my phone in my hand. Here it is." She made a move to grab the phone, but how

could I let her succeed? I forcefully restrained her and said, "Behave yourself, or don't blame me." But

Teacher suddenly burst into tears: "I was so stupid! I was watching the whole night, and I clearly didn't see you take any pictures, yet I

still believed you!" After saying that, she covered her face with her hands, only sobs remaining. I couldn't bear to see a woman cry, so I

put the phone on the table and squatted down to comfort her. However, after I squatted down, she suddenly stood up, grabbed

the phone, and waved it triumphantly. There wasn't a single tear on her face. It was all an act. I couldn't help but gasp.

This woman, it's a pity she's not an actress. At this moment, the phone was in her hand, and forcibly taking it wouldn't necessarily work. After all,

although she was a woman,

judging from her figure, she hadn't lacked training over the years, and her strength wouldn't be weak. So I started thinking of a way, and suddenly remembered what she had said earlier. My eyes lit up, and an idea came to me (to show off a little). Then

I said, "You said you were watching my movements the whole time. Did you intentionally let me make my move?"
I asked her this question, and she immediately showed a hint of shame. Good opportunity! I

snatched the phone from her hand, waved it triumphantly again, and said, "Now the initiative is in my hands." Teacher Zhu

naturally regretted letting me influence her, but the outcome was already decided. She didn't say anything, silently grasped my

penis again, and slowly leaned in, but I pushed her away. "You still haven't answered my question. Were you doing this on purpose?"
"I..." She hesitated. As someone who had read so many novels, I naturally knew that this was a

psychological barrier. Once I broke through it, she would at least become less resistant to contact with me. I pulled out my trump card again, "You're not

going to talk? Well, I'm sorry." At the same time, I shook off her hand and pretended to make a move. Sure enough, she panicked,

"No, I'll talk, I'll talk. I was actually asleep that day, but you were so rough that I woke up a long time ago.

I originally wanted to push you away and scold you, but I haven't done it in a long time, and I don't know why I just

pretended to be asleep. I originally thought you could just do it and that would be it, but who knew you would ejaculate in someone's mouth? My husband

has never done that. I couldn't stand it, so I stopped pretending."
"So, it seems you did this on purpose," I paused, then continued, "I never imagined our

Ms. Zhu was such a sexually frustrated woman! Your husband really doesn't know how to enjoy life, leaving such a

good wife unused and letting me have her for free—he's so stupid!" But after all,
they were husband and wife, and as the saying goes, "Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness." Hearing me insult her husband, Ms. Zhu naturally

retorted, "You're not allowed to talk about my husband like that!" Seeing that arguing seemed pointless, I went along with it, saying, "Let's not

talk about him; you should keep your promise."
However, things didn't go as planned. I checked the time; school ended at 5:30, and it was already past 6. Plus,

my home is quite far, so I estimated I wouldn't get home until 7. That could be excused by waiting for the bus, but any longer

would be abnormal, since there's more than one bus to my house. Helpless, I had to give up, put on my pants, slung my

backpack over my shoulder, told Ms. Zhu the reason, and told her to prepare for tomorrow's practice. Before leaving, I gave her what I

considered romantic goodbye kiss, reluctantly pulling away from her red lips as I walked out of the office.
…
I usually arrive at school very early, and the school keys are kept at the gate; I can just go and get them myself. Teachers

usually arrive quite late, and since I arrive early and have no motivation to study, I started planning

how to win over Teacher Zhu. This was quite an undertaking, I thought.
As usual, Teacher Zhu made her rounds during morning self-study, and when she met my gaze,

she seemed a little uncomfortable. Naturally, something even more unsettling was about to happen, and that happened today. I

grinned at her and turned away.
There was no politics class today, so I had to go to the office alone, and I needed a cover. So, I grabbed my

politics textbook, pretending to ask a question, but actually… hehe!
I pushed open the door. Only Teacher Zhu was in the office. As for Teacher Cheng, she had gone to her class early

to prepare for her open lesson and definitely wouldn't be back. I had to choose this moment carefully.
I stared at Ms. Zhu as I walked towards her step by step. Ms. Zhu tried her best to pretend she didn't notice me. I stopped

beside , leaned down, and said, "You should keep your promise." She didn't answer, then suddenly stood up, trying to

walk past me and rush out of the office. Of course, I wouldn't let her have her way. I threw my book on the table, grabbed her

hand, and pushed her against the cabinet in the office. Then I said with a wicked smile, "Given your uncooperative attitude, I'm going to give

you a little punishment!" After saying that, I kissed her red lips, pinning her hand behind her back with one hand, while the other hand

began to roam over her body. After a long kiss lasting several seconds, I released her. She began to pant heavily. I pressed forward and

said, "If you don't cooperate, there will be more punishment. What do you think? Prove it with your actions."
After hearing this, she indeed became obedient. With a humiliated expression, she reluctantly pulled down my

zipper and then removed the last layer of fabric, freeing my penis. She turned around and used her

slender hand to grasp my penis, slowly, slowly stroking it.
I looked at her and said, "Look at me!" At the same time, I began to knead her large breasts. Ms. Zhu felt

the strange sensation in her chest and couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm~". Seeing this, I added, "You

feel something ? Aren't you being forced? Looks like you're a wanton woman."
"No, I... um, I'm not," Ms. Zhu retorted, enduring the increasingly intense pleasure as my movements intensified

. "Is that so? Then look at me!" I said in an unquestionable tone. Then I

pressed her down into a chair and turned her head. "Move properly, or don't blame me."
Helpless, she could only obediently look at my penis and continue stroking it, only with even greater movements, as if hoping

I would ejaculate quickly and end this humiliation. However, I naturally wouldn't let her have her way. I distracted myself

to try and last longer. Before long, the school bell rang, and I zipped up my pants as she wished, pushed open the door

, and walked out, leaving behind the words, "We'll continue later."
I could easily imagine her expression—it wouldn't be pleasant—but what did it matter to me? I was perfectly content.
It was another break, and a long one at that, about 25 minutes, which was plenty of time.

Teacher was still absent; presumably, the open class had gone a little slow and had run overtime. I was delighted and began to let Teacher Zhu

serve me. Her hands followed the temperature of my heart, a touch of coolness, but mostly fiery. I felt

this comfort and began to push my luck. "Move faster, and while you're at it, use your mouth."
How could she agree? She tried her best to avoid it. Seeing her non-cooperation, I directly used my hands to force her head forward

. She kept her lips tightly closed and kept shaking her head. Seeing her appearance, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Behave yourself

. Don't forget, I still have the photos of you!" Hearing this, she suddenly stopped struggling,

and then, as if resigned, she opened her mouth and took my penis in. I couldn't help but groan. It felt so

good. The warm and moist mouth enveloped my penis, and her soft tongue kept swirling around, as if

testing this intruding giant. Although I had been inside her once before, this time it was voluntary, and the feeling was completely

different !
I disregarded everything else and went mad, grabbing Teacher Zhu's head and

starting to thrust. At the point where we joined together, we made "gurgling" sounds,

making extremely lewd. Such actions were incredibly stimulating to me. A few minutes later, disregarding

Ms. Zhu's feelings, I suddenly thrust deeply, ejaculating into her throat.

I convulsed for a good dozen times before stopping, seemingly

releasing all the essence I had accumulated. Then, I pulled out my penis, ignoring Ms. Zhu's coughing, grabbed her hair,

forced her head back, and said viciously, "Lick it clean." Ms. Zhu seemed to

have lost her soul, blankly extending her tongue to lick my penis. A minute later,

satisfied I glanced at the distraught Ms. Zhu. Seeing her blank expression and the tear tracks on her eyes,

I suddenly felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head. I remembered what I had done. No, no, this

shouldn't be what I did. I shouldn't be this kind of person! I shouldn't be!
I suddenly struggled, my expression constantly shifting. At that moment, Teacher Zhu slowly came to her senses. Seeing my uncertain

expression , she assumed I was trying to assault her again and said, "Come on,

bring me whatever you want, you bastard!"
That "bastard" completely snapped me out of my daze. I calmed myself and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry."
Then I hugged her from the chair and continued, "Teacher, I was bewitched to do

that. Please forgive me."
Teacher Zhu tried to push me away, but I wouldn't let go. "Teacher, I like you so much,"
I whispered in her ear, "So, let me hug you one more time. After that, I won't bother

you anymore."
About three minutes later, I slowly released Teacher Zhu. However, as I straightened up, my unretracted

penis hit Teacher Zhu's face, making me blush with embarrassment.
Ms. Zhu's initial surprise at my sudden change vanished instantly,

her face flushing crimson. She seemed about to say something, but I interrupted her.

After putting my penis away, I took my phone from my pocket. "Ms. Zhu, are you worried about the photos and videos?"
I asked, then deleted all the evidence in front of her. "See, I've deleted them all, Ms. Zhu.

I won't threaten you anymore, so please forgive me, like before, okay?" My tone

was pleading.
Ms. Zhu remained silent. Looking at her hesitant face, I did something I couldn't

believe myself: I knelt down before her. I knelt on the ground, head bowed, and said, "Teacher Zhu, I

know I did wrong. I know I'm worse than an animal. Please forgive me. I'm sorry!" However, there was no response

for a long time . I felt disheartened. "Yes, I did something like this. I don't deserve your forgiveness."
After saying that, I stood up, forgetting even to take my books, and walked out listlessly. Suddenly, Teacher Zhu called

me back.
"So-and-so, come here, I forgive you." These words seemed to contain immense resolve, leaving me

stunned. Unconsciously, I obeyed the teacher's command and stepped forward. Suddenly, the teacher did something I

couldn't believe: she kissed me. My shock flashed by, and then I returned the kiss.

Afterward, my mind felt like mush, a jumble of emotions completely disrupting my original order. Time

seemed to I calmed myself and asked joyfully, "Teacher, you...

forgive me?" Seeing Teacher Zhu nod, I hugged her tightly, about to shout, but

thankfully reason stopped me. I turned to Teacher Zhu, awkwardly scratching my head, and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Zhu,

I...I was too excited."
"It's alright, I understand. I know you're a kind child, and what you did was just a momentary impulse.

Also...if you really need anything, you can come to me, I can help you..." Teacher Zhu's voice

trailed off. If the first sentence brought me immense relief, the second felt like I was floating on air.
This feeling of leaping from hell to heaven left me stunned again. Then, I asked, "Teacher, is this...

is this real?"
Seeing Teacher Zhu nod, I couldn't contain my joy, but I couldn't cry out. I could only slap

my to drown out my happiness with pain. Seeing the uncontrollable smile on my face and the accompanying gasp,

Teacher Zhu couldn't help but laugh. This woman, who was quite beautiful, had captivated me with her smile.

I stammered, "Teacher Zhu, you're so beautiful!" Teacher Zhu gave me a shy look and said, "You little devil..." "Hey,

hurry back to the classroom and get ready for class. Also, don't tell anyone about what happened earlier." I jokingly

made a military gesture and called out, "Yes, sir!" Then I happily went back to the classroom.

My deskmate saw my silly grin and asked me what was wrong. Of course, I wouldn't tell her, so I quickly changed the subject, "I have to

tell you, Teacher Zhu said there's going to be a test." My deskmate was immediately dumbfounded. She's a complete political idiot, and even with

my help, she always hovers between passing and failing. She said, "The test? I'm doomed! I can only rely on you..."

"It's over!" I gave her a reassuring look, then turned back to chat with others as if nothing

had I'm only able to recover so quickly thanks to my thick skin.
But I don't know if that was my true feeling, or just a momentary lapse of judgment. I hope it's the latter
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