[The True Story of Xue Tao] (Twenty-nine) The beautiful and busty slut teacher teaches in obscene clothes ~ Fang Fangyou Mengzi

What kind of vagina is a cunt?
A pink-lipped cunt gripping a penis.
What kind of butt is a butt?
A soft, white jade butt.
What kind of milk is milk?
Fragrant, crisp, snow-white milk.
What kind of love is love?
A married woman loving her lover! Hia, hia, hia, hia...
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After leaving my father's company, it was already dark. Fang Fang suddenly said to me, "Tao, can you come with
me to buy a couple of clothes?"
I smiled and said, "Sure, where do you want to buy them, teacher?"
Fang Fang said, "To the lingerie store where I used to buy thongs. I want to buy a few more lingerie items. I
remember they have open-crotch, transparent, and one-piece lingerie there, lots of them. I'll buy some and wear them for you to see, okay?"
I became interested: "Okay."
Under Fang Fang's guidance, I went to the lingerie store with her. Fang Fang held my hand and happily picked
out items in the store. The shop was decent-looking, mostly selling regular lingerie, with only a few shelves at the back
offering sexy lingerie and nightgowns.
Fangfang picked out a few for me to see, but I wasn't too satisfied. Fangfang's body was too perfect;
none of the sexy lingerie suited her.
Until we reached the last shelf, I found several bodysuits, which
I quite liked.
I picked out two for Fangfang: one red with small mesh, three-quarter sleeves, and a wide crotch;
the other black, woven with fine black rope, with large, diamond-patterned mesh, sleeveless and without a crotch.
Seeing that I liked them, Fangfang immediately asked the clerk for two new ones and paid for them.
That
night, Fangfang wore both bodysuits alternately while serving me. The bodysuits, paired with a choker, nipple
rings, and clitoral rings, elevated Fangfang's sex appeal to a new level.
Looking at Fang Fang's beautiful and sexy body, I suddenly had a strong urge to see her naked in class, to
expose herself in front of the whole class, to see her nervous and shy under everyone's voyeuristic gaze—that would be incredibly exciting.
The story of her dancing in a thong at home that day had already spread throughout the class, but few believed it; they all thought
those three guys were bragging. Even those few who did believe it only envied our good luck; no
one called Fang Fang promiscuous. All the boys, including those three gossipy guys, regarded Fang Fang as their
most sacred goddess. Even after seeing her promiscuous side, they still admired and worshipped her, still
respecting her as a celestial being, daring not to defile her—that's the innocence of that age. Their innocence gave me a very
satisfying sense of superiority, so I decided to let everyone feast their eyes.
Besides, it's time to give Fang Fang some exposure training; it's been a long time since I've trained her. Good
training helps increase a woman's obedience and promiscuous nature, and can greatly satisfy her deepest desires.
You know, what women crave most is being forced to do lewd and perverse things.
However, having Fang Fang openly teach naked seemed unrealistic; it would cause a lot of trouble.
Teaching in erotic attire seemed much safer, and the effect would be fantastic.
So, after enjoying a night of passion with Fang Fang, I told her my idea. Fang Fang
trembled slightly in my arms, bit her lip, thought for a while, and then shyly agreed.
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The next morning, I had Fang Fang wear the red bodysuit, with only a
thong underneath.
The bodysuit clung tightly to Fang Fang's full and alluring body, outlining her sexy curves. Her snow-white
skin stood out against the dense mesh, and her nipples peeked out from the mesh.
I removed her nipple rings and placed two black star-shaped nipple covers on her nipples. After all, Fang Fang's current
outfit was already quite outrageous, with her entire breasts clearly visible. If her nipples were also exposed, it
would be a bit too crazy, and it might cause the boys to lose their minds and gang rape her. I can't stand seeing other men mistreating
women.
Fang Fang looked at herself in the mirror, turned around, and shyly lowered her head, saying to me, "Tao, do you like seeing me
dressed like this?"
I said, "Of course, if I didn't like it, would I let you dress like this?"
Fang Fang said, "Um... do I really have to go to class like this?"
"What? You think it's too conservative? Want to go to class naked?" I said with a wicked smile.
"No, no, no." Fang Fang quickly waved her hands, then lowered her head and said softly, "If you like it, that's fine
..."
Then Fang Fang put her hair up and very sensibly put on the choker. I found a long trench coat for her to wear.
She couldn't be too exposed on the way to school; it could easily cause a traffic accident, and it wouldn't be good if people gathered around to stare.
As for her feet, I let her wear any old leather shoes; no one would notice anyway.
After arriving at school, I gave Fangfang a few instructions and went to the classroom. When the bell rang, Fangfang,
still wearing her trench coat, walked into the classroom, carefully locked the door, glanced at me, and then shyly walked to the podium
to begin the lesson.
"Um…everyone, take out…take out the papers from last class, let's continue…" Fangfang nervously
flipped through the textbook on the lectern, her voice weak, "Where did we leave off last time?"
"In-class reading," several good students immediately chimed in.
Fangfang picked up a test paper and said, "Oh, right, let's continue…"
About five minutes later, Fangfang quietly unbuttoned her trench coat, leaving a small opening. Holding a textbook in one hand and
protecting the coat's hem with the other, she continued lecturing as she slowly walked towards me.
When she reached me, she looked at me pitifully, her eyes full of timidity. Although she had spoken confidently at home
, in the classroom, she still didn't dare to actually do it.
I glared at her fiercely and domineeringly, reiterating my command with my eyes. Ultimately, my angry look scared away Fang Fang
's shame; she obediently walked back to the podium, carefully took off her trench coat, and then stood behind the lectern, picking up...
The textbook covered her chest.
The classroom fell silent; everyone stared at Fang Fang in utter astonishment. No one had expected
their revered, inviolable, and breathtakingly beautiful goddess teacher to suddenly
appear before them in such an extremely blatantly lewd outfit, catching them completely off guard. They didn't even have time to hide their lewd expressions and erections
.
I glared at her again, and Fang Fang obediently put down her textbook, shuffling out from under the teacher's desk,
completely exposing herself in her lewd attire to the entire class.
The white skin peeking through the red mesh was like countless flashlights, dazzling and blinding, making it impossible
to look directly at her, yet impossible to look away.
Her two large, firm, snow-white breasts, concealed by the mesh, appeared even more sensual, like two
large white balls about to burst; while the star-shaped nipple covers perfectly suppressed the feeling of bursting,
endlessly entwining her sensuality with her large breasts, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
This is the "concealment technique" in classical Chinese architecture; the expectation of "concealment" leads to
the satisfaction of "reflection." This is also the charm of a bodysuit.
Further down, there's the beautifully contoured waist, the flat stomach, and the small, pitted navel; the black thong is strikingly
prominent, stealing the spotlight.
Everyone in the classroom was stunned by Fang Fang's attire. Her pretty face flushed crimson, her body trembled
violently, and her voice trembled as she lectured, even becoming somewhat incoherent and rambling.
However, no one cared what Fang Fang was saying anymore; sight had already taken over her hearing, and all
eyes were on her. The boys' gazes were uniformly excited; the girls' gazes were complex,
containing shock, surprise, envy, jealousy, and of course, excitement.
After standing there for a while, Fang Fang nervously glanced at me, and I gave her a slight nod. Fang Fang
immediately understood, turned to face the blackboard and began copying the notes, presenting her beautiful back and buttocks to everyone.
Her buttocks, clad only in a thong, almost made the boys' third eyes activate, because two eyes simply weren't
enough. No one expected their goddess teacher to so openly expose her buttocks; the stimulation
was too intense. No one dared to breathe heavily, and no one had the energy to whisper or comment.
Everyone was desperately watching Fang Fang's body, using every memory cell at full power to record this
rare sight.
For Fang Fang, turning her back to everyone somewhat alleviated her nervousness.
After finishing her notes, Fang Fang gradually adapted to her new attire. She picked up her textbook and walked down from the podium,
slowly strolling through every aisle in the classroom. Her trembling breasts and buttocks aroused everyone's sex hormones, and
the fragrance of white magnolias permeated every corner.
Everyone was incredibly excited during the class, but this was just the beginning. I had already planned
to have Fang Fang teach in her revealing attire frequently from that day until the end of the holiday. This was a graduation gift for everyone,
to make our time as classmates worthwhile. I hoped they would always remember me, the unsung hero, who had silently lit
the light of Saint Suka for them.
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From that day on, Fang Fang frequently taught in this outfit, not every day—that
would definitely cause trouble. Occasionally, I would have her dress normally to calm everyone down.
Later, I contacted an arts and crafts factory to produce three commemorative
medals made of medical-grade steel according to my design.
Two weeks later, the medals were finished. Two of them were black five-pointed stars, the
same size as Fang Fang's areolas, with the words "Adulterous Woman" engraved in red artistic lettering in the center, and a very thin paperclip on the back.
The distance between the paperclip and the commemorative medal was made strictly according to my specifications:
the distance from the nipple ring hole to the very tip of Fang Fang's nipple, with an extra two millimeters of space. This way,
after removing Fang Fang's nipple ring, the commemorative medal could be threaded through the small hole in her nipple and securely fastened.
The five points of the five-pointed star also had a slight backward curve, allowing it to perfectly fit her areola, making
it look more natural and fitting; the gaps between the five points also revealed part of her pink areola, making it appear
more sensual.
The remaining commemorative medal was to be fastened to her clitoris. This medal was a slender oval, entirely made of
black openwork mesh, curved to follow the lines of Fang Fang's vulva. Its width was no more than a finger's width, and its length
was the distance from the very tip of Fang Fang's vulva to her clitoris.
At the bottom of the clitoral area was a circular ring through which the clitoris could protrude.
A thin needle without a point was attached to the circular ring to fasten the commemorative medal to her clitoris.
I always kept Fang Fang's pubic hair clean, and after putting on this commemorative badge, it just covered
the exposed part of her vulva. Of course, it only covered that tiny bit of flesh; her vagina
was exposed as soon as she squatted down slightly.
I put the three badges on her private parts. After putting them on, I was shocked, and Fang Fang
was shocked too. She glanced at herself in the mirror, then immediately screamed, covered her face, and ran towards the bedroom.
Halfway there, she seemed to realize she shouldn't have done that, so she turned back and stood shyly
in front of me, her hands behind her back, looking at me bashfully, waiting for my admiration and reprimand. Her fair
face was already flushed red with embarrassment.
I looked at Fang Fang excitedly, and the more I looked, the more my desire burned within me. Her naked body, with only three points
covered, revealed her voluptuous figure and shy face. This lewd outfit was simply too beautiful! So beautiful
that I didn't even dare to touch her, afraid of disrupting the balance of this perfect space.
I used to think that "perfection" was the pinnacle, something that could never be surpassed. But now, Fang Fang completely
overturned this theory. She proved to me with her body that perfection can be constantly surpassed, that perfection is endless
and will never end.
When class resumed, I had Fang Fang change into that black bodysuit and wear those three commemorative
badges, continuing her lewd attire for class.
Needless to say, the effect this time was even more explosive. Everyone saw not only her areolas but
also her entire buttocks. Moreover, when Fang Fang stood on the podium with her long legs,
the students in the first row could vaguely see her vulva.
However, there were more girls than boys in our class, and they were all diligent and honest students. Even if their penises were hard,
they wouldn't dare do anything to Fang Fang, so although she was very sexy, she was still safe.
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Another week passed, until the day before the holiday. That night, after Fang Fang and I made love, I
looked at her panting in my arms and thought, "Tomorrow morning there will only be half a day of classes, and the graduation ceremony will be in the afternoon.
After the ceremony, we'll have a holiday." (St. Socrates High School starts its holiday at the end of May, allowing students to go home and study
for the college entrance exam in July. Yes, July, the infamous "Black July" of that year, determining one's fate.)
In other words, tomorrow would be Fang Fang's last class with us. On such an important day,
shouldn't I get her a new sexy outfit to leave the whole class with a wonderful memory?
What kind of sexy outfit should I get her? A bikini? Just a bodysuit with a mesh overlay, exposing all three points? Neither of those seems
very reliable. I want something sexier, more creative, and more unique.
Just as I was racking my brains, Fang Fang gently pulled the sheet over us. The sheet created a
small breeze, lifting a few strands of Fang Fang's hair and brushing them against my lips.
I pursed my lips slightly, and Fang Fang, thinking I was thirsty, got up to get a water glass. The thin sheet
caught on her nipple as she got up, and I suddenly had an idea.
So, I first found a thin dress for Fang Fang to wear, marked her nipples and areolas
, and then had her cut off the part of the dress above the areolas and below the buttocks, and sewed the edges back up
, turning it into a super low-cut mini dress. It looked like a cylinder made of a piece of cloth.
Then, I had her sew two small loops inside the skirt to cover her nipples, and that
completed the latest style of erotic dress. To wear it, you just
had to slip the dress on and attach the two small loops to your nipples.
After Fangfang finished the dress as I instructed, she immediately put it on for me to admire. The dress's sexiness
was undeniable. It barely covered her areolas at the top and her buttocks at the bottom,
revealing almost her entire pair of long, slender legs, with the tops of her thighs faintly visible. Her two nipples were clearly erect, and everything above them
was exposed, creating an alluring, deep cleavage.
However, because the dress had no shoulder straps and the fabric wasn't tight-fitting, just clinging to her body
, the entire dress relied on her two nipples to hold it up. If her nipples softened or her breasts jiggled, it might
fall down.
After admiring Fangfang a few times, I had her walk a few steps so I could see. As a result, Fang Fang had only taken two steps
when her skirt fell down.
It seemed that using thin thread was indeed not an option. As for other methods, sewing a pair of small hooks inside the skirt and
then hooking the hooks onto Fang Fang's nipple rings would also work. However, this would
be somewhat dangerous, and I didn't want to hurt Fang Fang.
Finally, I came up with another idea. I had Fang Fang remove the thread, and then sewed two small, round
elastic bands inside the skirt. These two elastic bands were about the same size as Fang Fang's nipples. After sewing them on, all I
had to do was put the elastic bands over her nipples. This way, the entire skirt would be firmly attached to Fang Fang's nipples,
and it wouldn't fall down no matter how her breasts jiggle.
When she walked, the skirt would jiggle violently with the movement of her breasts, and her bare vulva and plump
buttocks would be glimpsed intermittently with every gesture.
I then had Fang Fang cut a large slit on each side of the skirt, and cut two large triangular pieces
of fabric from the hem towards the waist, exposing her buttocks and sides.
Finally, I trimmed the buttocks and back, and only then was the skirt completely satisfactory. However, it seemed
it could no longer be called a skirt; it had become a true lewd garment.
Fang Fang, wearing this lewd dress, swayed her hips and twirled in front of me a few times, smiling sweetly, "Tao,
do you like it?"
I nodded with great satisfaction and said, "Hmm, this is perfect for you, teacher. Only you can
bring out the essence of this dress. Teacher, dare you wear it to class tomorrow?"
Fang Fang nodded and said sweetly, "Of course I dare! As long as you like it, I dare to do anything."
"Haha, teacher is so lewd, I'll reward you properly." I grabbed her waist, threw her onto the bed,
and then pounced on her, groping her all over.
"Ah...hehe..." Fang Fang hugged my neck and giggled, "Tao, be gentle...ah
...don't tear my...um...skirt...hehe..."
I lifted her jade legs and licked her jade feet, saying, "If you tear it, you'll have to go to class naked, let everyone
see your slutty look."
Fang Fang closed her eyes, raised her head, 　　 and moaned, "Ah...um...naked...I want everyone...ah...ah...to see...my naked body...ah...I want to tell everyone...I am...ah...Xue Tao's sex slave...ah...Tao..." I 　　 held Fang Fang's jade legs and changed positions with
her 　　 until
late 　　 at night... 　　********** 　　... Everyone had figured out the pattern: whenever Fang Fang 　　wore a trench coat, it meant she was going to give a lesson in erotic attire. 　　 Everyone knew today was the last day and was hoping Fang Fang would put on one last outstanding performance, 　　leaving them with wonderful memories of St. Souka. Therefore, before class, everyone moved the lectern from the platform.

She opened it and placed it in the corner of the classroom to avoid obstructing the view.
Now, the girls in the class also liked to look at Fang Fang's body; their eyes were no longer filled with jealousy and shyness,
but with appreciation and admiration for her beauty.
"Alright, students," Fang Fang smiled sweetly at everyone and said, "Today is your
last day at St. Suka Middle School, and also our last class. Please cherish it. I hope that St. Suka
will not give you heavy academic burdens and pressure, but happiness and youth that you will always cherish. Okay
, let's begin the class now."
After Fang Fang finished speaking, she slowly took off her trench coat, revealing the erotic dress that was held up by her nipples. This time, I
didn't make her wear a collar, minimizing the amount of covering on her body and emphasizing her erotic attire.
Fang Fang placed the trench coat she had taken off on the teacher's desk in the corner. Her huge breasts jiggled violently as she stepped down from the platform
, and her erotic dress also jiggled up and down, her snow-white buttocks appearing and disappearing. As she put down her clothes
and turned to walk onto the podium, her large, beautiful buttocks were fully revealed with her stride.
Everyone's eyes and penises were wide open; any girl with a penis would be. Clearly, everyone
was extremely satisfied with Fang Fang's outfit today, to the point of being moved.
I think this scene today will probably keep these boys masturbating for a lifetime. Perhaps many years later,
they will understand that goddesses can transform into various forms to save the world, and even for poor, loser guys, goddesses will
descend to earth for you, letting you masturbate while watching.
Fang Fang shyly gave me a flirtatious wink, bent her arms forward, gently clasped her hands together, and elegantly
stood on the podium to begin her lesson.
"Yesterday we finished reviewing all the texts, and we also went over the extracurricular readings with you. So
today, in this last lesson, I will talk to you about the college entrance examination essay."
As Fang Fang spoke, her large breasts trembled from time to time, causing her skirt to sway as well,
very sexy.
"The essay is the highest-scoring question in all exams, and also the most important one. If you do well, you can
easily get 60 points; if you do poorly, you'll easily fall behind others by 20 points, or even
more." Fang Fang was clearly used to everyone's eager gazes, and her voice was as charming and pleasant as ever
.
The class was unusually quiet, everyone was focused on Fang Fang, and every word she said was firmly
imprinted in their minds.
"Your year's candidates are lucky; you've caught up with the most open era for college entrance exam essays. Before 1999
, college entrance exam essays were all about expository and argumentative writing, divided into two parts: a 20-point expository essay
and a 40-point argumentative essay. Poetry, novels, and drama were strictly prohibited, which greatly stifled
the creativity of the candidates, making most exam papers become identical formulaic essays... Ah..."
A gust of lewd wind blew in from outside the window, lifting Fang Fang's hair and the hem of her skirt. Her smooth, beautiful vulva
was exposed to everyone's eyes without any cover, causing everyone's pupils to dilate instantly. With a collective "gulp," everyone
swallowed hard.
Fang Fang, startled by the sudden gust of wind, screamed, hurriedly pressing her hands to her skirt. Composing herself, she
glanced at me cautiously, then tidied her hair, stepped down from the podium, and continued lecturing.
"Until 1999, the college entrance examination essay saw a new reform. What was the topic that year
? Hmm?" Fang Fang gently raised a delicate hand, smiling at everyone.
"What if memories could be transplanted?" Several students immediately answered in unison.
"Yes!" Fang Fang clenched her jade-like hand, gently tapping it against her other hand, and smiled sweetly, "It's '
If Memories Could Be Transplanted.' This topic was novel and unique, breaking away from the rigid and conservative format of the past and bringing about an open-
ended essay topic.
That year's topic also specifically encouraged candidates to imagine boldly and to create stories, without having to be confined
to argumentative essays. It was from this year that a large number of excellent full-mark essays emerged."
As Fang Fang spoke, she slowly walked down the aisle of the classroom, her jade-like buttocks and mons pubis revealing themselves with each step, allowing
the students on both sides of the aisle to see them up close in high definition.
However, the boys were still too innocent, only daring to peek sideways, while the girls were much bolder
, directly fixing their fiery gazes on Fang Fang's private parts, not even bothering to hide the lewd expressions on their faces.
"From then on, the college entrance examination essay became an era of topic-based essays. For example, the answer two years ago was 'The Answer is Rich
and Colorful,' and last year's was 'Integrity,' both of which were topic-based essays. So what will this year's essay be?"
Fang Fang raised a delicate pink finger and lightly tapped it in the air, saying, "It will definitely still be a topic-based
essay, and the essay title is very likely to be related to morality.
In 1999 and 2000, the country advocated divergent and innovative thinking to avoid students achieving high scores but lacking practical skills. Once innovative
thinking is widely accepted, the next step should be to discuss social morality.
So last year's topic was 'Integrity,' and this year it may evolve into a more direct analysis of morality,
a choice between morality and personal interests."
After Fang Fang finished speaking, she turned and walked to the podium. Her fair and plump buttocks were fully exposed once again as she stepped forward
, and the classroom erupted in swallowing sounds again. Fang Fang picked up the chalk and wrote the four characters "Moral Choice" on the blackboard. A whiff of lust blew in again, 　　lifting Fang Fang's skirt
once more . 　　 This time, Fang Fang remained calm, continuing to write without even turning her head, letting her beautiful buttocks 　　be exposed to everyone's eyes. Her bouncy flesh jiggled alluringly with the "smack-smack" of the chalk, 　　leaving everyone stunned; this breathtaking scene was like a dream. 　　 After writing a few more lines, Fang Fang turned and gently pressed down her skirt, continuing, "'Moral Choice' might 　　be this year's essay topic, or it might change slightly. That's alright. The advantage of topic-based essays is that they allow fictional 　　writing. As long as your story is related to the exam topic, and the content is engaging enough 　　, you can get high marks or even full marks."

Fang Fang paused, then bent down and carried a chair from under the podium. Her deep cleavage was fully
revealed as she bent over, and the pink areolas and the small rubber bands on her nipples were faintly visible.
Fang Fang pulled at her skirt and sat down on the chair, most of her enormous, beautiful buttocks protruding from the skirt
and touching the chair surface.
When everyone saw Fang Fang sit facing them, their eyes became even more excited, all staring at her crotch
. Fang Fang quickly pressed down her skirt and crossed her legs.
She tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and said, "If you want to get a high score, I don't
recommend writing an argumentative essay. I suggest writing a short story, around 800 words. Argumentative essays are
too difficult; getting a medium to high score is relatively easy, but getting a high score is difficult.
More than half of last year's perfect scores were short stories."
As Fang Fang spoke, she glanced at me furtively, and I gave her a slight glare. Fang Fang immediately lowered her head in shame,
slowly lowered her legs, and placed her feet on the crossbar under the chair. She said, "Everyone, look at the blackboard. '
The Death of Red Hare,' 'The Yellow River Needs Integrity,' 'The Revelation of Growing Up in University,' etc., these are all
perfect-score essays based on novels from last year..."
As she spoke, Fang Fang quietly spread her legs, exposing her vulva to everyone. Exposing her vulva in public was
a must-do activity I had suggested to Fang Fang last night.
"Some of these works are deeply moving, some are humorous and satirical, especially 'The Death of Red Hare,' which is
based on the history of the Three Kingdoms and written in classical Chinese. It became the most famous essay in last year's college entrance examination."
Fang Fang's vulva was already wet, and the lustful fluid made her two snow-white, plump, tender flesh gleam with a lewd sheen.
This scene made everyone even more focused, and the temperature in the classroom noticeably rose. I believe that even if the world outside were to end
, no one would be distracted.
"So...so, I always encourage everyone to read more excellent short stories..." Because
her vulva was exposed, Fang Fang's pretty face became increasingly red, exceptionally charming, and her voice trembled with shyness.
"When you...memorize...a thousand...um...novels..." Fang Fang continued,
gently parting her vulva to reveal the pink flesh inside, "Then...when you,
when you create your one thousand and first story, you...you...ahhh..."
An astonishing jet of water gushed out from Fang Fang's parted vulva, almost splashing
onto the students sitting in the first row.
Unexpectedly, Fang Fang actually orgasmed like that, what an unexpected gain! The whole class was completely stunned.
Although they didn't know what squirting was, this spectacle of vaginal spraying water excited them immensely. In their
eyes, even when the goddess-like Fang Fang urinated, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.
After spurting out the first jet of water, Fang Fang immediately closed her legs and tightly covered her face with her hands. After
a while, she finally stood up unsteadily, picked up a stack of study materials from the lectern, and stammered, "These
...these...are...the...high...high...high score...I'm giving them to you, you...
take a look...look..."
Fang Fang hurriedly handed the materials to a few students in the first row, telling them to distribute them. She then
slowly walked to me, head down, hands at her sides, a guilty expression on her face. Her inner thighs were covered in
vaginal fluid, droplets trickling down.
Fang Fang didn't dare look at me, obediently staring at her chest. I knew she was blaming herself for her earlier,
embarrassing orgasm, since orgasm wasn't one of the commands I'd given.
Looking at Fang Fang's adorable, apprehensive appearance, I felt quite satisfied. I smiled at her and
wrote "Good performance" on a piece of paper.
Fang Fang smiled with relief after seeing my approval, turned around, gently rubbed her buttocks against me, and continued
lecturing.
After Fangfang caught her breath standing beside me, she explained some points to pay attention to during the exam
. Then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Loud cheers erupted from the classrooms next door, and countless test papers and books
flew out of the windows, like gamblers throwing money around after being caught by the police.
Our class remained completely silent; no one moved, not even blinking. Everyone was busy
memorizing Fangfang's body, not wanting to waste a single second. We all knew that once we left this classroom today,
we would never have the chance to see her again. Every second counted; compared to that, freedom and relief were nothing. If
we could have classes like this every day, we'd rather repeat a grade forever.
Fang Fang walked to the center of the podium, gently licked her lips, and smiled, "Alright, students, high school life
is over. Now it's time for you all to show your talents. What
kind of experience have twelve years of hard work given you?
The college entrance examination is the arena for you to demonstrate your abilities. Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. This is
the best opportunity to make a name for yourself. Even if you fail, you can try again. There's no such thing as dying in battle, so go ahead and fight boldly.
The next era belongs to you. You must master it with style, understand?"
"Understood!" everyone answered in unison.
"Very good." Fang Fang turned around and picked up a piece of chalk from the ground. In the instant she bent over, her snow-white,
beautiful buttocks bloomed again, her pink anus and vulva blossoming together, complementing each other,
leaving an indelible mark on our early summer of nineteen.
Fang Fang wrote the words "Go for it!" in large characters on the blackboard, then turned around, lightly stomped her foot, her breasts jiggled three times, and
waved her fist: "Go for it, everyone!"
"Yes! Go for it! Go for it!" A chorus of responses immediately rang out from below the platform.
"Teacher Fang, let's throw our books too, look, the other classes have all thrown them away," a student suggested.
Fang Fang smiled and shook her head, saying, "In the sea of knowledge, only slaves use books as shackles, while
in the eyes of a king, books are his treasured sword. Have you ever seen a king throw away his treasured sword?
Tell me loudly, are you kings or slaves?"
"Kings! We are kings!" Another wave of shouts erupted.
"Very good, you are the pride of your teacher, go forth! Kings!" Fang Fang smiled and clapped her hands.
The whole family clapped along.
That day, our classroom was the cleanest; there wasn't a single scrap of paper on the floor.
After the graduation ceremony in the afternoon, everyone took their things home and said a reluctant goodbye to Fangfang. 　　I had 　　 wanted to make love with Fangfang
in the classroom, but the cleaning staff arrived quickly 　　, making it impossible. I had no choice but to take Fangfang home 　　 .
For me, it was practically vacation now 　　; I just needed to 　　cram for the college entrance exam. 　　 ********** ... 　　 Sometimes, I would hold her body and lick it contentedly all day long, 　　carefully licking every inch of her skin again and again. Her alluring feet alone could sometimes keep me captivated for 　　over two hours, yet I never tired of it. 　　 Fangfang's body even had aphrodisiac effects; although I indulged in her every day 　　, I felt no discomfort or fatigue. Instead, I developed some muscle 　　, especially in my abdomen, where I even developed eight-pack abs—all from fucking. 　　 My libido remained high; every day, a large amount of semen was trapped in my testicles, causing discomfort if I didn't ejaculate. 　　Holding it in for too long made me unbearably thirsty, even to the point of despair. What a normal person takes three days to fill with semen, I 　　felt could be done in just three hours. 　　 My penis was also thoroughly honed during this time; its hardness and stamina both fascinated and 　　frightened Fangfang. It would instantly become erect and stand upright at the slightest stimulation. 　　 Furthermore, my appetite has increased significantly, even more so than during my period of madness. I crave meat, 　　especially pork and beef. Fangfang buys several kilograms of meat every day, washes and chops it, 　　boils it directly in water, and I finish it all by myself with a large bowl of minced garlic. She also makes a big pot of bone broth, which I 　　can drink all by myself. 　　 Fangfang once flattered me, calling me a chivalrous hero of Yan and Zhao, a true hero of Guandong. I think Fangfang exaggerated a bit. 　　Most heroes of Yan and Zhao died tragically, while I am an invincible, unyielding Eastern god of war—how can a mere 　　"hero" be enough to praise me? 　　 ********** 　　 Time passed slowly, and after this three-month honeymoon, I prepared to go to university in Beijing 　　. My father used his connections to get me into a prestigious university in Beijing, studying finance. 　　 This meant I would have to separate from Fangfang, but it was my own choice, and I didn't regret it. 　　 Why did I choose to go to university in Beijing? Although I'm reluctant to part with Fangfang, and Fangfang is reluctant 　　to part with me, a true man's ambition lies in all corners of the world. I, a dignified eight-foot-tall man, don't want to spend my whole life in Northeast China. I want to go to a wider 　　world and fuck a wider variety of cunts! 　　 After years of growth, I've forged ahead through thorny paths, tempered by countless hardships and setbacks. 　　I'm no longer the impetuous youth who only wanted to fuck. I have my ideals, my beliefs 　　, my responsibilities, and my mission. 　　 The youthful passion has transformed into today's unwavering determination. The land of China awaits a momentous transformation. 　　I clearly hear the groans of 400 million wives groaning under the iron heel of morality and ethics. Those groans make it impossible for me to stand idly by 　　. I must save them, liberate those wives exploited and oppressed by conscience and humanity, lead them 　　to adultery, let them enjoy the pleasure of infidelity, and let the light of depravity and promiscuity spread throughout the land. 　　 This is my sacred and inviolable duty. Heaven has endowed me with powerful sexual abilities, and I must fulfill 　　my sexual responsibilities to benefit all other men's wives. 　　 Yes, the greater the sexual ability, the greater the sexual responsibility. This is the choice of the times, and I cannot escape it. Pure 　　filth must never be tainted by filthy purity! 　　 On the day I left, Fang Fang got up early to help me pack my luggage and took me to the train station. On the train 　　, Fang Fang cleaned my bed and took out a bag of fruit for me to eat on the way. Then 　　 she 　　told me to take good care of myself and that she would wait for me to come back. 　　 I also told her that she could wear a bra and panties while I was away, and that she should continue to wear her nipple and pubic rings every day 　　, and that she would leave her pubic hair until I returned to shave it. 　　 A little while later, the train's departure bell rang, and tears welled up in Fang Fang's eyes. However 　　, she held back her tears. Her lips moved slightly, but she said nothing, only giving me a light kiss on the cheek 　　before hurriedly getting off the train. 　　 The train slowly started moving, and Fang Fang stood outside the window waving to me incessantly. I saw tears finally stream 　　down her face. As the train receded into the distance, Fang Fang remained standing, waving. I had thought she would chase after it 　　, but reality is reality, not as melodramatic as in novels. 　　 I smiled as I looked out the window, and just as I was about to look away, Fang Fang suddenly covered her face and knelt on the ground, 　　seemingly crying. Then she quickly got up and began chasing the train, grabbing her shirt 　　collar as she ran, tearing it open like Superman transforming. 　　 But what was revealed inside wasn't a Superman costume, but rather her two large, alluring breasts, the nipple 　　rings reflecting the bright sunlight. 　　 Fang Fang pulled her large breasts out of her shirt, holding them high in her hands, and continued running. Her face was streaked 　　with tears, and she was calling out something to me, but her voice was too far away to hear. 　　 Suddenly, she tripped and fell to the ground, quickly being thrown far away by the accelerating train, 　　becoming a tiny dot in the train window. 　　 I never expected Fang Fang to see me off in this way; there were many other people on the platform. It seems Fang Fang has truly become...

As time went on, she no longer cared about others' opinions and had completely become a sex slave
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