"Don't you like it when it bullies you?"
"I love it, how could I not? This bitch loves her master the most." With that, she took Chen Le's cock into her mouth and began to lick and tease it.
"Fuck, slut Teacher Qin is such a whore. She's even more of a bitch than a real bitch."
I cursed under my breath. But at the same time, I envied Chen Le for having such a bitch, and I admired him for actually training the school's famous icy beauty teacher into such a obedient little pet.
"Not bad, little bitch. Your mouth is getting more and more skilled." Chen Le said, wiping his mouth after finishing his meal.
"That's only because Master Daddy taught me so well."
Teacher Qin was originally a famously icy beauty in the school. But under Chen Le's step-by-step guidance, she gradually degenerated into a complete and utter bitch.
From initial resistance and rejection to her current calm acceptance, it was all earned by Chen Le through intense bouts of sex and repeated mental suppression. Now, whenever Teacher Qin sees Chen Le, she remembers how he fucked her senseless each time. Over time, her heart changed, and she slowly came to accept her identity as a sex slave.
"The little bitch is getting more and more obedient." With that, he stood up, stripped completely naked, then picked up Teacher Qin, who was kneeling under the desk. Teacher Qin, in turn, wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Le's neck.
Chen Le carried Teacher Qin to the sofa and sat down. The large ass sitting on his lap was anything but still, twisting and grinding against his crotch, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. The smooth, delicate flesh of her buttocks rubbed back and forth against Chen Le's cock. The pleasure made Chen Le pant heavily.
Chen Le grabbed Teacher Qin, placed her kneeling on the coffee table, and held her large ass with both hands to adjust her position. Then, with one hand gripping her hair, he pulled her head up high, and with the other, he pressed down on her back, making her chest press tightly against the coffee table. The benefit of this position was that Teacher Qin's large ass unconsciously pushed up a few more inches.
He then moved his hands back to her large ass. And just like that, Chen Le, one hand pulling her hair and the other holding her ass, looked as if he were riding a horse.
"Master, come and favor your little bitch. Your little bitch can't take it anymore." Teacher Qin turned her head, her face flushed with passion, as she gazed at her master.
Chen Le showed no intention of being gentle. His stiff, large cock, without any foreplay, directly inserted into Teacher Qin's sopping cunt. With a "puchi" sound, her juices splattered everywhere as he sank in to the hilt. Both of them let out a long, pleasurable moan at the same time.
And just as they were in the heat of their passionate battle, a figure appeared on the balcony. I looked over in disbelief. I knew that the balcony of Teacher Qin's house was connected to mine, so that figure was naturally my mom.
I yelled and shouted, but it was as if they couldn't sense my presence at all.
It wasn't until my mom's delicate face and delectable body appeared before me that I was completely overcome with despair. I knew very well why my mom was here, and Teacher Qin, kneeling on the coffee table, had already passed out from Chen Le's vigorous thrusting. When my mom appeared before him, a strange smile appeared on Chen Le's lips.
"No... don't... Mom... don't come over."
"Go back... Go back! Go back now!"
As I screamed with all my might, they remained completely unmoved. Just as my mom was about to kneel before Chen Le...
"NO!"
After a desperate scream, I abruptly sat up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. It was just a dream... I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my heart racing, unable to calm down for a long time.
I found that my entire body was soaked in sweat, and my crotch was a sticky mess. My cock was limp and hanging. I had cum. I had ejaculated in my sleep, just from dreaming about Chen Le and Teacher Qin. Of course, that was just me lying to myself.
In reality, I knew very well that the stimulation my mom gave me in the dream was far greater than what Teacher Qin did, not even one ten-thousandth as much. Although it was just a dream, the thrill it brought was far beyond my imagination.
Ever since I found out about Chen Le and Teacher Qin, and learned that Chen Le's ultimate target was my mom, my attitude had shifted from initial confidence that my mom wouldn't be conquered, to uncertainty, and now, I think I've finally figured it out. It might only be a matter of time before Chen Le takes my mom. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, he might really have the ability to do it.
But no matter what, I will never let him succeed. But what can I do now? I'm trapped and can't even protect myself. Chen Le's intentions are obvious; he's using his power to hold me here and won't let me go. I probably won't be released until he's done with my mom. But given my mom's personality, how could I possibly get out of here so quickly?
Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. I turned on the phone Chen Le gave me and started looking through it. He said there were things I'd want to see in the photos. I figured they were just some slutty pictures of Teacher Qin at most.
When I opened the photo album, I was right. Photos of Teacher Qin in all sorts of lewd poses appeared before my eyes. Some with clothes on, some without, some in sexy lingerie, and even some wearing a dog collar and a dog tail plug. The most stimulating ones, however, were of her in normal clothes that had been haphazardly cut or torn to look incredibly slutty. This category of photos gave me the biggest thrill. After all, whether it's lingerie or being naked, you can see that on other obscure websites. The only difference with them was a different face and a better figure.
But the latter was different. Those normal clothes that Teacher Qin wore in front of me every day had been forcibly turned into fetish wear by my best friend's tampering. The shock this gave me was immense.
As I scrolled down, one photo caught my attention. It was a picture of someone kneeling on a toilet. Of course, it wasn't just a normal kneeling position. The photo was taken from an above angle and behind, so the face wasn't visible. But I recognized Teacher Qin at a glance. That exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio, that plump, delicious ass, that skin as white and smooth as jade, I was all too familiar with it.
You could see that her top was already unbuttoned. I imagined that her huge breasts must be hanging in front of her like a pair of water-filled balloons. The bottom half was the open-crotch jeans I was all too familiar with. This was the first piece of direct evidence I had found of Teacher Qin's unusual behavior, a fact that was later confirmed in the laundry basket at her house.
I had seen Teacher Qin wear these jeans before. I had even unzipped the open crotch of these jeans in her laundry basket and even found semen. I had fantasized about what it would look like for Teacher Qin to wear these jeans and unzip the crotch. How beautiful that would be. I never expected Chen Le to make my fantasy come true.
This photo didn't disappoint me either. Teacher Qin's flawless figure combined with her unapproachable, aloof personality, such a great beauty, kneeling on a toilet. The zipper of the open-crotch jeans was pulled all the way from the back waistband to the front. The most exquisite part of her large ass was completely exposed to the air. The snowy white, plump ass was right in my face, followed by a muddy, dark forest, with dewy beads of moisture hanging on the lush bush, and the hole itself was twitching, expelling a white, sticky fluid. My cock, which had been limp, began to slowly awaken again at the sight of this photo.
What came next was even more explosive. It was taken in the living room of Teacher Qin's house. The perspective was from Chen Le sitting on the sofa with his legs spread, looking down. Teacher Qin was kneeling between his legs, her hands on his thighs. Since she wasn't in a full kneeling position, she arched her back and raised her ass as much as possible to better show off her perfect ass to Chen Le.
Her large breasts were squeezed inward by her arms, making them look incredibly fleshy. And in the depths of her cleavage was Chen Le's huge cock.
Teacher Qin craned her neck, her chin raised, gazing at the camera with a dazed expression. Her hair tied up in a high bun and her gold-rimmed glasses all added to her elegant, ladylike aura. But her hazy eyes and the slight sweat on her forehead made the atmosphere lewd and decadent. Through her slightly parted red lips, you could see a pool of white liquid in her mouth, as if she were showing her master how debased and obedient she was.
I couldn't help but imagine Teacher Qin kneeling between Chen Le's legs, placing his large cock between her breasts to give him a titjob. Lowering her head, she would continuously tease the tip of his cock as it emerged from her cleavage with her tongue. The moment Chen Le was about to cum, she would take the head into her mouth, swallow the semen, and keep a little in her mouth to show her master, as if to claim her reward. Just thinking about it made my little brother hard, let alone Chen Le.
Teacher Qin was wearing the pink yoga outfit that my mom usually wears for yoga, the one I like the most. Except that the top of the yoga outfit had been cut open from below the collar to her lower abdomen, leaving a pair of snowy white, plump breasts completely exposed. The slightly red nipples looked playful, and the areolas, just the right size, were as pink as a young girl's.
The yoga pants were the same; they had been cut neatly from the back of her ass to her lower abdomen, with only the waistband still connected. The plump, large ass, pink-tinted and white, looked even more tempting against the tight pink yoga pants. The clear handprint on her ass made it easy to imagine the kind of abuse this beautiful ass had endured.
From this angle, you couldn't see Teacher Qin's pussy, but the overall pink visual, without the distraction of the dark forest between her legs, was even more alluring. Especially the puddle of water on the floor, which had spread to her knees. Even the part of the yoga pants pressed against her knees was soaked with her juices. You could imagine how wet her pussy must have been.
I continued scrolling down, and all sorts of lewd photos kept appearing before my eyes. Just as I was starting to find them unremarkable, a photo I don't know how to describe caught my eye. It was a picture of Teacher Qin in a professional outfit, in the classroom where we usually had class. However, it was dark outside, and naturally, there were no students around. Teacher Qin was half-lying on the podium. Her white shirt paired with a pencil skirt, an otherwise normal combination, looked different on Teacher Qin.
In the front, her shirt looked like it was about to burst, her large breasts resting on the podium. In the back, her plump ass was wrapped in a black pencil skirt. But this pencil skirt was a little different from the one she usually wore. The zipper on her usual skirt was on the side and only opened about ten centimeters.
This one, however, had the zipper in the back, right in the middle of her plump ass, and it was the kind that zipped all the way down. In fact, with the zipper fully open, the skirt was just a piece of fabric connected by the zipper to form a skirt. And now, the zipper was halfway open. The ass, about to burst forth, was spilling out from the opening in the skirt, as if the zipper would be ripped open by the flesh at any moment.