I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, my entire body freezing in place.
Did Mom find out?!
I noticed that Teacher Han Yan beside me also stiffened slightly. Both she and I knew very well that if Mom had discovered what had just happened in the back seat, not only would I face "punishment," but Teacher Han Yan would also find it difficult to interact with me in the future. Moreover, given Mom's zero-tolerance personality, she would undoubtedly remove Teacher Han Yan—whom she saw as a "cancer"—from the school. She would never allow someone who had teased her son in the back seat while she was driving to continue working at the school unscathed.
Just thinking about what might happen next filled me with immense regret.
"Mom is driving and can't keep chatting with the teacher. The teacher might be bored in the car, and you have nothing to do. If you don't talk to the teacher and just leave her hanging, where are your manners? Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"
Mom frowned, displeased.
But instead of feeling scared by Mom's scolding, I was overjoyed.
It was a false alarm—Mom hadn't noticed.
"Um..."
As I was thinking of how to respond, Teacher Han Yan spoke before I could. "Mrs. Xia, please don't blame Xia Ming. He's been studying all day and must be tired. He needs to rest, and this car ride is a good opportunity for him to relax. As teachers, we should be considerate of our students, don't you think, Mrs. Xia?"
"Teacher Han, you don't need to be too protective of him. He's not an adult yet, and if we don't discipline him strictly now, he might go astray when he grows up. That would be something to regret. It's better to shape him early."
"Mrs. Xia is right."
Although Mom said this, she dropped the topic.
I gave Teacher Han Yan a grateful look, only to find her smiling at me, even going so far as to place her hand on my crotch again.
Thus, the rest of the car ride was spent under Teacher Han Yan's "seductive claws."
When we arrived home, Mom instructed me to show Teacher Han Yan around the house while she went to cook.
I hoped Teacher Han Yan would obediently sit in the living room and watch TV with me. Who knew what trouble she might stir up if she wandered around? But she clearly had no intention of sitting still, which made me sigh. Once a woman embraces her inner girl, it becomes uncontrollable and incredibly troublesome.
I led her around some of the rooms in the house. She glanced briefly at each before moving on, until we reached my room.
"Not bad, much better than a doghouse," she said, looking around.
I rolled my eyes. My cleanliness was far beyond what "better than a doghouse" could describe. She was just deliberately teasing me.
She sat down naturally on my bed, the strong bounce of the Simmons mattress making her bounce slightly. "Come here."
She beckoned to me.
"What for?" I asked.
"Go close the curtains."
A sense of foreboding washed over me, but I did as she said, then stood before her.
Immediately, my body tensed up—she had placed her hand directly on my crotch again!
"What are you doing?" I panicked, glancing toward the door.
"You must not have had enough fun in the car earlier. Now that your mom isn't here, we can have a good time!" she said, using her hard fingernail to tease the tip of my penis through my pants.
"No, I won't play!"
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"If Mom finds out, I'm dead! Don't do this!"
"Then what's this?"
She pulled out a pair of flesh-colored stockings from behind her back like a magician.
In an instant, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets—Mom's stockings?!
How could that be? Impossible! I always return them to Mom after using them. How could they be in my room?
"Why would something like this be in your room?"
Teacher Han's mischievous gaze made me tremble.
"I... I..." My brain had completely shut down. No matter how quick-witted I usually was, I was at a loss for words now.
"You little rascal, you actually have such thoughts about the lady downstairs? You're absolutely—"
"Don't say another word!"
Panicked, I covered her mouth, only to see that she wasn't gloating over discovering my secret. Instead, her eyes were wide with shock.
"You—" I was speechless.
"Oh my god, you—I was just joking with you, trying to trick you. I never expected..."
I froze in place, stunned. She was bluffing? She didn't actually know? And now, in my panic, I had given myself away?
This is bad, this is really bad. If my secret stash of Mom's things gets out, not only will my and Mom's reputations be ruined, but the company will suffer too.
As I racked my brains trying to figure out how to make Teacher Han keep this to herself, I saw a sly glint in her eyes. She grinned at me and said, "Well, well, now that I've caught you with such a secret, you won't dare refuse me anything from now on, will you?"
"I..."
"These stockings are mine. I was just joking around on a whim, but I never expected such a delightful surprise. Looks like I came to this family dinner for a reason."
"Teacher, you..."
"What about me?"
"I—"
"What about you?"
"Uh..."
"Don't worry. As long as you behave and listen to me, I won't say a word. Besides, it wouldn't do me any good either. But if you dare disobey me, hmph..."
"Teacher, please don't tell anyone. I'll do whatever you ask."
"Come, sit," she patted the spot beside her.
Trembling, I sat down, only to see her unzip my pants and pull out my cock.
Normally, in the presence of such a beauty in a black evening gown, sheer stockings, and high heels, my cock would definitely be hard. But the fear in my heart was too overwhelming, and I couldn't even think about that. So it remained limp.
But Teacher Han's soft, delicate hand wrapped around my shaft—no barriers, no pants or underwear in the way. Unlike in the car, this was direct, skin-to-skin contact. She touched it, held it.
In an instant, my cock sprang to life like a dragon raising its head, standing tall and pointing straight at the teacher like a massive cannon.
Startled, she tightened her grip, which only further stimulated my cock. Fully erect and over eighteen centimeters long, it proudly presented itself to Teacher Han, showcasing its grandeur.
"Wow, it really is this big?!"
With my most vulnerable part in her grasp and unable to move, I could only force a bitter smile.
"I knew it was big from the car, but seeing it out in the open, it's far beyond what I imagined," she smirked at me. "You must have been really pent up in the car, huh? Such a big little brother, but you couldn't let it out to relieve the boredom."
I: "..."
The teacher used just two fingers to pinch the foreskin, gently stroking it. The friction of the foreskin moving back and forth stimulated the glans, while the touch of her beautiful hand along the shaft conveyed her warmth, making me feel incredibly comfortable.
My cock grew harder and longer. Seeing that two fingers were no longer enough to satisfy me, the teacher wrapped her whole hand around it, and eventually, she used both hands.
"Xia Ming, does it feel good?" The teacher giggled, planting a kiss on my cheek and breathing softly into my sensitive ear.
"It feels good... ah... so good..." All my defenses had completely crumbled. At that moment, all I wanted was to sink into this incredible experience. It was even better than jerking off with my mom's stockings. No matter how thin and smooth the stockings were, they were still lifeless objects, even if they carried my mom's scent. But having the beautiful teacher personally help me, with her stunning body in a black evening gown, black stockings, and high heels right before my eyes—this stimulation was multiplied exponentially.
Just as my cock had become hard and flushed, the teacher suddenly withdrew her hands. A wave of disappointment washed over me, but then something slightly rough yet warm, fragrant, and soft touched my dick. I looked down, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. The teacher had taken her delicate, beautiful black-stockinged feet out of her shiny black high heels and was now sandwiching my cock between them.
"Teacher, you—"
"Shh... Just enjoy it. Leave the rest to me."
With that, her soft, warm, fragrant black-stockinged feet began rubbing and stroking my cock. I felt as if my soul was about to leave my body, so overwhelmed with pleasure that I couldn't speak. I threw my head back, stretching my neck taut, letting out soft, continuous moans.
The teacher even thoughtfully spat a bit of saliva onto my cock, using her black-stockinged feet to spread it evenly as they slid up and down, making the footjob smoother and preventing too much friction from hurting me.
"Xia Ming, do you love your teacher? Do you like me?"
At that moment, Teacher Han Yan seemed like a seductive enchantress, whispering softly into my ear while her hands pinched and teased my nipples through my thin T-shirt.
I had already lost all reason. How could I care about anything else? "I like... I like you, Teacher."
"Does it feel good?"
"It feels good, so good, incredibly good!"
"Then, how about you cum in my stockings?"
"Mmm, yes, yes!"
Amidst this lewd and passionate exchange, I could no longer hold back. The stimulation had reached its peak. Sensing my state, Teacher Han Yan quickened the pace of her black-stockinged feet while picking up the flesh-colored stockings she had used earlier to tease me.
Within seconds, a tingling sensation shot through my lower back. My head jerked upward, my cock twitched violently, and something erupted from my urethra.
Teacher Han Yan caught the tip of my cock with the stockings, set her feet down, and switched to using her hands to stroke my shaft, helping me release.
Spurt after spurt of hot, thick, cloudy semen shot into the stockings. I came with intense relief, and soon the stockings became sticky and heavy, turning from a light color to a deep shade.
"Mmm... You came so much."
Still catching my breath from the climax, I couldn't speak, only watching quietly as Teacher Han Yan cleaned up. She balled up the flesh-toned stockings filled with my semen and tucked them into a corner of my room. Barefoot in her black stockings, she walked to the desk, grabbed a few tissues, and came back to wipe my cock, all while gently stroking the foreskin to squeeze out the remaining drops from the tip. Her practiced movements made me doubt her earlier words.
As if reading my mind, she explained, "Don't overthink it. I really haven't been in a relationship or had any contact with men before. This is my first time doing something like this for a guy. I learned it all online."
"Then why did you learn these things?"
"Guess?" she asked slyly, before doing something that utterly shocked me—she playfully kissed the tip of my cock, still carrying the faint scent of semen.
"Teacher, you—"
"Ever since I started liking you, I've fantasized about this day, so I've been studying up. Don't think I'm promiscuous—I'm only like this with you."
Finally, after cleaning my cock, she patted it affectionately as if it were an old friend, then gently tucked it back into my pants and zipped me up. She tossed the tissues with my remaining semen into the trash.
"Alright, let's go eat!"
Dinner was surprisingly peaceful. After what had just happened in my room, Teacher Han Yan didn't make any moves on me at the table or under it, giving me a rare moment of calm.
After the meal, my mom came to my room for a talk, praising me for helping her and the company through another crisis. But our relationship didn't really progress in any meaningful way.
The next day, after a full day of classes, the afternoon dismissal finally brought the moment I'd been nervously anticipating.
My date with Teacher Han Yan on the Ferris wheel.
As agreed, I waited for her at a milk tea shop far from school. When she arrived, I finally understood why she'd chosen this spot. She was dressed in a Japanese-style JK schoolgirl uniform: a plain white shirt, a delicate swan-like neck adorned with a navy-blue bow tie, and a pure black pleated skirt. Her long, slender legs were sheathed in transparent flesh-toned stockings, and she wore dark brown high-heeled leather shoes. Bouncing over to the milk tea shop, she looked youthful and vibrant, as if she'd shed ten years. There was nothing out of place about her appearance—if I didn't know her real age, no one would believe she was nearly a decade older than almost everyone here.
If she'd shown up dressed like this near the school, it would've easily sparked misunderstandings—like rumors of a "teacher-student romance." She probably wasn't worried about such gossip, since she was leaving Shanghai soon and likely wouldn't have any ties to this place. But I still had to continue my studies here, and if my reputation took a hit, my future could be affected. Thinking about this, I felt a warmth in my heart.
Here, though, we were surrounded by students from the second high school, none of whom knew me or Teacher Han Yan, so we had nothing to worry about.
The teacher wore light makeup, with finely groomed delicate eyebrows, colored contact lenses, a dusting of foundation on her face, and thin cherry lips adorned with bright red lip gloss. Her appearance undoubtedly made her the center of attention here, surrounded by middle school students in the throes of first love. I could see their eyes, like mine, shining with brilliance. However, having been accustomed to the daily presence of my mother, a stunningly beautiful yet aloof woman, my resistance to beauty was slightly stronger—but only slightly. Faced with the youthful and energetic JK-style attire of Teacher Han, I couldn't help but feel a stirring below.
We ordered milk tea and sat in the shop for a while before leaving under the envious gazes of everyone.
On the way, she affectionately linked her arm with mine, and we walked like a real couple, stopping and strolling along the way until we finally arrived at Disneyland.
When buying tickets, the teacher paid, and the ticket seller glanced at me, perhaps thinking I was a freeloader living off a woman.
Inside the park, we tried various rides—roller coasters, drop towers, carousels, pirate ships...
Although my mother was the CEO of a large company, this was my first time at an amusement park. In the past, I had carried too much pressure, with no opportunity or inclination to come. Teacher Han was likely also experiencing this for the first time, as I could see a sparkle in her eyes.
After enjoying the rides and exploring the park, it was already eight o'clock, just an hour before Disneyland closed. And we were finally about to experience the most important moment of the day.
The Ferris wheel.
Perhaps we both realized this, as we walked toward the Ferris wheel in silence. Yet, she held my hand tightly, as if afraid I might disappear. In truth, after today, our paths would diverge. She would leave here, return to Jiangnan, and comply with her family's arrangements, while I would continue my studies and assist my mother. Most likely, we would never see each other again in this lifetime.
So tonight was likely our last meeting, and the remaining hour was our final time together.
Although I had no romantic feelings for Teacher Han Yan, the thought still weighed heavily on my heart.
Stepping onto the Ferris wheel, we entered a private cabin and closed the door as it slowly began to ascend.
Teacher Han Yan held my hand tightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at me. "Xia Ming, I'm very happy tonight."
She didn't refer to herself as "teacher" or call me "student." Instead, she spoke naturally, as if we were a couple, truly treating me as her beloved.
"I'm very happy too," I said with a grin, hoping my smile was friendly and warm.
"I don't regret anything I've done for you. If time could turn back, I would still make the same choices. My lonely and dark twenty-five years have finally found a glimmer of light because of you. Tonight is the most important, and perhaps the last, time I'll spend with you. No matter what I do later, please don't refuse me, okay?"
I sensed something, but at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. I nodded.
"Here, drink this milk tea."
Teacher Han Yan handed me her half-finished milk tea. I didn't understand why she did it, but drinking milk tea wasn't a problem. I took it and drank it all in one go.
I'm not sure if it was just my imagination or what, but the drink seemed to carry a hint of fragrance, reminiscent of Teacher Han Yan's natural scent, making it even more delightful.
Then, she tightly grasped my hand, fixed her gaze on me, and fell silent.
We rode the Ferris wheel like this, slowly ascending into the sky. At the moment we reached the peak, it felt as though a bell had chimed, and my heart thumped loudly. Teacher Han Yan's delicate, rosy lips pressed against mine.
Naturally, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist. Before coming here, I knew I had to offer my first kiss, so I was mentally prepared.
As our lips met, her kiss was warm, soft, and carried a faint fragrance. A moist, silky tongue slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine.
Though her kiss was quite proactive, her technique was rather inexperienced. We kissed passionately for a while. Originally, we were sitting facing each other—I had my back to the outside of the amusement park, while she faced the center. She stood up, pushed me into her original seat, then straddled me, her stocking-clad legs parting on either side of my thighs, and kissed me again.
"Mmm..." Her assertiveness left me breathless. It was my first time experiencing something like this, and I felt a bit at a loss, almost as if she were guiding me.
But after kissing for a moment, I realized something was off. We had agreed it was just a kiss, yet she slipped her hand under my shirt, caressing my abs and teasing my nipples.
"Teacher, you..."
"Shh, don't speak..."
She guided my hand to her full, smooth, stocking-clad buttocks. At that point, I felt a sense of resignation, no longer caring about how many "firsts" I might lose, and allowed myself to freely knead and squeeze her plump, soft flesh.
We both seemed ignited, eagerly seeking and claiming each other.
Later, I slid my hand under her skirt, caressing the most intimate part of her buttocks, while she unzipped my pants, took out my erection, and began stroking and teasing it.
I started to realize something was wrong. If things continued like this, I would undoubtedly end up having sex with her.
Just as I was about to stop her, I suddenly heard a tearing sound—she had ripped open the stockings under her skirt. I was desperate to refuse her, but she immediately sealed my lips with a kiss, and at the same time, I felt my mind growing increasingly hazy.
She seemed to sense my confusion and whispered in my ear, "There was something in the milk tea I gave you earlier..."
It dawned on me—had she drugged me?
While I was still processing this, she had already pulled aside the white, silky panties beneath her torn stockings. A glimpse of her delicate, moist pink folds came into view. Words failed me. In sixteen years, I had never seen a woman's intimate parts before. Though I had seen images and videos, they were always through a screen. Seeing it with my own eyes was as shocking as a bomb exploding in my heart.
Her mound was full and plump, with sparse, neatly arranged pubic hair that looked quite lovely. Her small, pink clitoris was slightly swollen, and her labia parted slightly, revealing the moist, alluring flesh within, layered like a budding flower.
Her eyes were filled with affection as she looked at me. She shifted her hips over my lap, using two fingers to part her tightly closed folds. A drop of glistening nectar fell onto the tip of my penis, seeping into the slit, sending a shiver through my entire body.
She slowly lowered herself, the tender warmth of her delicate slit pressing against the tip of my glans. Now, only one final step remained between us and true union.
Bang!
Whoosh!
The clock struck nine, and the park erupted with the scheduled closing fireworks. Colorful bursts bloomed across the night sky, casting a shimmering glow over the bright moon.
Amid the cheers of children and adults around us, I gazed into Teacher Han Yan's eyes, which reflected the dazzling fireworks. She looked back at me, and I felt her grip tighten on my arm. In that moment, Teacher Han Yan, with her sacred maidenhood, lowered herself completely onto my shaft.
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