A subtle affection for the teacher

"Jun, are you busy during lunch break today?"
"No, teacher."
"Then could you come to my office during lunch break today? I have something to discuss with you."
"Oh, okay."
I was a little annoyed that the teacher wanted to see me. Since I was busy at noon, I couldn't enjoy it today.
When I arrived at the office during lunch break, I found only the teacher writing something at her desk.
She noticed me coming in and called me over to her desk.
"Jun, I have something to discuss with you today."
"Teacher, what is it that you want to talk to me about?"
"Jun, I have a question for you, and you must answer me honestly. Recently, we've been having accidents in that corridor. I wonder if you deliberately caused these accidents?"
Hearing the teacher say this, I was really shocked. I didn't expect the teacher to know that it was my plan. I always thought it was a perfect plan that no one would find out. Suddenly being asked this, I stood there speechless.
"Teacher... I..."
Seeing my reaction, the teacher knew the answer.
"You know, I wouldn't normally suspect this, but these kinds of accidents happen so frequently, and every time we do, we're kissing, and your hands are groping me."
Hearing the teacher say this, I knew the evidence was irrefutable, and I was caught red-handed. I didn't know how the teacher would punish me next, so I nervously lowered my head and continued listening to the teacher's lecture.
"I know you're going through puberty, and you might be curious about relationships between boys and girls, especially with girls. But lately you've really been going too far. Why were you pressing against me while you were groping me?"
I was still scared, not knowing how the teacher would punish me, but as I heard more, I felt embarrassed myself. I didn't expect the teacher to have noticed even my physical reactions.
But at this point, I was a bit reckless. I thought I'd be punished anyway, so I might as well tell the truth.
"Teacher, I'm so sorry, I know what I did was wrong. But I really like you! I liked you the first time we met, otherwise I wouldn't have done this."
The teacher was probably a little startled when she heard me say this, but she quickly recovered and continued talking to me.
"Teacher knows you might like me, but like I said before, you're just going through puberty, that's why you feel this way. You're just curious about women. Besides, I'm a teacher, and I'm married."
Since I'd already said it all, I didn't care what happened next. I just wanted to let her know how much I liked her, so I continued arguing.
"Teacher, I really like you! I know it's wrong, but ever since that accident we had, you've been all I can think about. Every time I think of you, I can't do anything. I can't forget you."
Hearing my impassioned words, the teacher was stunned and fell silent. I slowly calmed down, remembering how I'd just confessed all my feelings for her. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, wondering how she would judge me.
But when she said what she said next, I was the one who froze.
"Well... okay, I didn't know you liked me so much, to this extent. Your most important task right now is studying. Well... okay, so as not to affect your studies, from now on, whenever you think about me and can't stop, I'll let you hug me, okay? Please don't do those other things anymore."
Hearing the teacher say this, I felt like I had gone from hell to heaven. To make sure I wasn't dreaming, I asked the teacher again if it was true.
"Teacher... you... you... are you... serious?"
The teacher blushed when she heard me ask this, perhaps because she was shy.
"Yes, it's true, but I'm doing this so that you can focus on your studies and stop thinking about those other things. Can you promise me you won't think about those things anymore?"
"Yes, yes, I can, I definitely can."
I never thought I could hug the teacher openly; this was something I never imagined.
Seeing how excited I was, the teacher was a little shy, but she still reminded me of something.
"There's one more thing. Teacher has already agreed to let you hug me, so you can't touch me like that anymore."
Hearing this, I was a little disappointed, but right now all I wanted was to hug her legitimately; I couldn't care less about anything else.
"Okay, Teacher, can I hug you now?"
I asked impatiently.
The teacher didn't seem to expect me to be so eager, but she had already agreed.
"Hmm, okay, but this is the office, it's not appropriate to hug here. Let's hug in the hallway."
With that, she walked out of the office.
Hearing this, I happily followed. The thought of being able to hug her directly instead of having to bump into her made me excited; bumping into her would hurt.
When we reached the hallway, the teacher stopped, turned around, and looked at me, saying, "Okay, you can hug me now."
She then closed her eyes, waiting for me to hug her.
I stepped forward, and when I reached out my hand, it was shaking. How useless!
When I hugged my teacher, because I'm already tall, even though she was wearing high heels, I was still half a head taller than her. So I rested my head on her head and inhaled her long, black hair. When I leaned in, I could smell her fragrance—not the scent of lotion, but her natural body scent, very attractive and never tiring.
My hands were on her back, and through the touch, I could feel how soft her body was, making me not want to leave.
We hugged her for a full five minutes before I let go. I felt my face getting warm, and when I looked at her, her face was also flushed, turning into the rosy apple I love—so cute.
"Alright, you've finished hugging 　　her. Don't overthink it anymore." " 　　Okay,
thank you, teacher. 　　" 　　**********
...

The next day, after class, I ran to my teacher and asked for a hug. She looked a little helpless, her face flushed slightly, but she still nodded.
During lunch break, we walked together down the corridor. She seemed a little shy, but kept her eyes closed, waiting for me to hug her.
"Teacher, wait a minute, I need to tell you something first,"
I said, suppressing my urge to hug her.
"What is it?"
she asked, seemingly surprised that I hadn't hugged her directly but instead wanted to talk to her first. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Teacher, yesterday you said I could hug you, but not touch you, right?"
She nodded, curious about what I was going to say.
"Teacher, you only said I can't touch you, so I guess I can still kiss you, right?"
Seeing her affirmative answer, I said with a slightly wicked grin.
She paused, perhaps not expecting me to say that, but what I said wasn't wrong. She stood there, unsure how to react.
To be honest, I only said that to gamble, to see if I could gain an advantage by missing this part.
The teacher stood there thinking for a long time. When I saw her nod, I didn't know what to say. I rushed over and hugged her, then lowered my head and kissed her lips.
Kissing this long-lost treasure again, the faint fragrance emanating from her lips, her body so soft—it felt amazing.
In a daze, my little brother slowly awakened. As I hugged the teacher longer, it began to "salute" her, subtly pressing against her soft lower abdomen. When it touched her, I felt an electric current flow from her body through my penis to mine. This pleasure was intense, like an addiction that makes you sink in and unable to escape.
The teacher sensed my change and quickly jumped away from my embrace.
"Okay, that's enough for today's report."
Sigh, I should have known better than to get so excited, but I couldn't control myself. After
that
, except for weekends off, I would meet my teacher in that corridor every day. After more than ten attempts, I made a breakthrough.
By then, we had met many times and were quite familiar with each other. Whenever we reached the corridor, she would habitually come into my arms, and I would habitually hold her back and kiss her directly.
Since I started kissing my teacher, my tongue had been relentlessly attacking, but unfortunately, her cherry-like lips were always tightly closed, preventing me from succeeding.
Today, I habitually stuck out my tongue, wanting to try again. Unexpectedly, my teacher's lips weren't closed tightly today, allowing me to directly penetrate her defenses and make contact with her tongue.
My teacher's tongue was startled and tried to escape my attack. She also wanted to leave my embrace, but how could I let this opportunity slip by? I quickly hugged her tightly, not letting her escape. My tongue didn't give up either, relentlessly chasing hers. Wherever she went, I followed, circling her mouth again and again. I even managed to taste a lot of her saliva; I don't know if it was just my imagination, but it tasted sweet, like sugar water, giving me energy to keep going while I enjoyed this chase.
With my tongue's relentless effort, I finally caught up. Perhaps she had given up trying to escape, because her tongue began to respond to mine. We were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, sometimes entwined in my mouth, sometimes playing in hers, having a great time.
We kissed like this for over ten minutes before finally separating. We were both a little out of breath, our faces flushed, but I was incredibly happy because it was my first time experiencing something like this.
"How could you do that?"
the teacher said, panting slightly.
"Teacher… I didn't break the agreement,"
I said, a little smugly.
"Okay, don't do that again next time,"
the teacher said, blushing.
But the next time we met, I ignored her advice and attacked again. This time, my defenses held out for less than three seconds before being breached once more. This time, however, it wasn't me who initiated the kiss; instead, it was the teacher who took the initiative to entwine with me. This time, the kiss was as passionate as lightning, and neither of us wanted to separate.
I opened my eyes and saw the teacher looking at me. A little shy, I closed my eyes and continued trying.
"Teacher, why did you take the initiative…?"
I asked the teacher curiously after we separated.
"What are you talking about? Did I break our agreement?"
the teacher asked, a little embarrassed and angry.
"Um…no,"
I replied happily.
I hadn't expected the teacher to be so proactive, which made me even more eager for the next interaction. But I still felt a little unsatisfied; I wanted more…

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