After leaving the teacher's house, my mood felt heavy, as if I had faced a demon with someone else, and the demon declared that only one of us could survive. The other person handed the choice to me, and I chose to push them into the abyss.
But whenever I thought about the aftermath of the company's bankruptcy, especially my mother's situation, fear would overpower my guilt.
By the time I returned home, it was already ten o'clock. My mother's room was still lit. I knocked on the door and said, "Mom, I'm back."
Soft footsteps echoed from inside, and my mother opened the door, inviting me in. "How was dinner with your teacher? Did you do anything disrespectful to upset her?"
"No," I replied, walking over to the chair by the wall and sitting down.
When we moved into this new house, my father was already gone. In my mother's room, aside from the wedding photo of her and my father hanging on the wall where I sat, everything else was arranged by her, with no trace of my father left.
The room was decorated warmly and simply, perfectly reflecting my mother's style. It was filled with her rich, natural fragrance, a scent I loved deeply. I always enjoyed coming to her room, but unless there was something important to discuss, I rarely had the chance to enter.
The wall I sat against faced west. My mother's large red Simmons bed was placed to the east, while a long desk occupied the northern side, piled high with documents and various office supplies.
My mother walked over to the office chair in front of the desk, sat down, and turned to face me. "Why would Teacher Han Yan suddenly invite you to dinner? Usually, she only contacts me about your grades. Otherwise, we rarely interact with her. Did you do something outrageous again, prompting her to do this?"
I thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth. There was no need to hide this from my mother. "I went to discuss the company's situation with her."
"The company's situation?" My mother's delicate willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly.
I nodded. "Actually, Teacher Han Yan's family is very wealthy. They're well-known merchants in Jiangnan. After learning about what happened to Xia Shi, she decided to contact her family to help us."
"That's good. But why would she do this?"
My mother's beautiful eyes shot a sharp, sword-like gaze at me, making me feel like a stripped-down lab mouse with nowhere to hide in front of her. My clever mother, of course, wouldn't believe me so easily. If I couldn't come up with a convincing reason, Teacher Han Yan's help could backfire on us.
However, I had already prepared my explanation before coming home. "Teacher Han Yan once purchased cosmetics from Mingshuo but wasn't satisfied with the results. When she tried to give feedback, Mingshuo's attitude was terrible. This became a lingering resentment for her. When she heard that Xia Shi was competing with Mingshuo, she decided to help us. For her family, it's just a matter of saying a word."
The doubt in my mother's eyes indeed faded significantly. She paused for a moment and said, "If that's the case, I should find an opportunity to visit her and express my sincere gratitude."
"Alright."
After finishing the conversation with my mother, I stood up to return to my room. Just then, she called out to stop me.
She said, "Once again, you've helped me out of a difficult situation…"
As she spoke, two fair and delicate hands slipped beneath her skirt. With a slight lift of her hips, she pulled down the waistband of her stockings and continued to slide them off, revealing a pair of sheer, smooth flesh-toned stockings now completely removed.
This time, Mom actually took off her stockings right in front of me—something she had never done before. In the past few days, she would always remove them in the bathroom and leave them on the steel rack before calling me to fetch them, never once showing me any part of the process.
Watching the sheer stockings, through which I could see the skin of her legs, being peeled off, my cock hardened instantly.
Mom handed the stockings to me, and noticing the bulge in my pants, her face flushed slightly.
"Take care of your health. Don't overdo it."
I took the stockings, still carrying the strong scent of Mom's body, and left the room. Back in my own room, I pulled down my pants, slipped the stockings over my cock, and began stroking quickly.
The stockings were fresh, just taken off Mom's body, still warm with her body heat. As I rubbed my cock with them, it felt as though I were grinding against her most intimate parts. Pleasure built up rapidly, and before long, I ejaculated into the stockings with a spurt.
After finishing, instead of resting as usual, a bold idea popped into my head. I thought about how Mom had taken off her stockings right in front of me tonight, knowing I had helped her again, which meant she was becoming more accepting of me. I pushed open the door and returned to her room. She had just started working but froze when she heard me enter, staring at me in surprise.
"Mom, I... I'm done," I said, walking up to her and handing her the stockings, now damp and sticky with my cum. I was sure the strong scent would reach her nose. Sure enough, Mom wrinkled her delicate little nose and instinctively leaned back. But perhaps because our relationship had grown closer, she didn't immediately throw the stockings away. Instead, she looked at me and asked, "What... what are you giving these to me for?"
"I, I..." Of course, I didn't know how to respond. Having already handed her the stockings, I quickly made my escape.
Back in my room, thinking about Mom's stunned expression, I couldn't help but laugh. Mom looked so adorable like that—her usually cold and indifferent demeanor rarely showed such a reaction. My earlier attempt had clearly paid off.
I waited quietly in my room, but Mom didn't come to scold me. Soon after, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Mom was probably washing the stockings. A sweet feeling washed over me—this was my first step in claiming Mom. She no longer refused to directly handle the stockings stained with my semen.
The night passed without further incident. Filled with joy, I drifted into a deep sleep.
The next day, Mom dropped me off at school. The moment I stepped out, I began to feel anxious because I had to face Teacher Han Yan. After what happened yesterday, our relationship had undoubtedly become somewhat ambiguous, making it impossible for us to interact as ordinary teacher and student.
Things only got worse in class. Today, Teacher Han Yan wore a bright yellow blouse and a white pencil skirt, looking even more youthful and energetic. During the lesson, she would occasionally stroll near my desk. On the surface, she was holding her textbook and patrolling the classroom as usual, but only I knew the real reason behind her actions.
The alluring sight of her legs, clad in sheer snow-white stockings, swayed before my eyes. Regardless of whether I liked her or not, I couldn't control the stiffness in my pants. Especially since she was also wearing seven-centimeter high-heeled sandals, her ten delicate toes, curled up neatly like silkworms inside the stockings, were pink, tender, and irresistibly cute. The crisp tap-tap of her high heels against the floor echoed with each step, as if striking directly into my heart like a pounding drum.
Even someone like me, who had seen many ethereal beauties—such as my mother, Chen Xixuan, or the stunning policewoman—couldn't help but react this way, let alone the few lecherous guys sitting nearby. They were notorious in the class as perverts and chronic masturbators. As Teacher Han Yan swayed her slender waist while walking past them, their eyes were practically glued to her, wishing they could stick their eyeballs right onto her full, vibrant figure. Then, when Teacher Han Yan turned her back to them, they'd slip their hands into their pants and start stroking.
Other more principled and ambitious classmates around them despised their behavior, but these guys happened to come from the wealthiest families in the class. No one dared to provoke them, so for a long time, everyone could only seethe in silence.
In the past, Teacher Han Yan had questioned me in class quite a few times, but usually only once or twice, or at most three times. After all, I was the top student in the class. But this time, during a forty-minute lesson, she called on me no less than twenty times!
At first, the questions were fairly normal, but later they directly touched on my private life. When I said I didn't want to answer, she used classroom discipline to pressure me, saying that refusing to answer properly was disrespectful to the teacher and that she would report it to the school. Afraid that it might actually reach my mother and upset her, I had no choice but to lower my head. The other students in the class also noticed the teacher's unusual behavior, but they certainly couldn't guess what had really happened between Teacher Han Yan and me.
Right now, Teacher Han Yan gave me the feeling of a young girl in a relationship who enjoys teasing and playing with her boyfriend over all sorts of big and small matters.
I felt extremely resistant inside, but thinking about how much Teacher Han Yan had sacrificed for me, my mother, and the company, I suppressed that resistance and tried my best to cooperate with her. After all, she would be leaving soon.
After class, she called me to the office. Other teachers were there too, and I wondered what she wanted. At first, it was just simple academic inquiries, but then she suddenly said, "Xia Ming, my shoulders are a bit sore. Could you help massage them for me?"
With so many teachers around, outright refusal was clearly inappropriate, so I had no choice but to brace myself and walk behind her.
Her hair was tied up with a ribbon, black and smooth, reflecting a faint sheen. Standing behind her, I could smell a rich, fragrant scent—a mix of shampoo, the shower gel on her body, and the natural aroma of her skin.
Her chest was large, firm, and full, straining against her blouse so tightly it seemed ready to burst with every breath she took.
Nervously, I placed my hands on her shoulders, pinched a bit of flesh, and began kneading carefully.
Her flesh was fine, soft, and elastic, feeling wonderful to the touch. As she worked, I noticed her breathing becoming slightly quicker.
"Right here," she suddenly said, reaching up to grab my hand and adjust its position.
Her hands were a bit cold, but the overall touch was quite pleasant. The key point was their slender, smooth, and delicate appearance, as tender as scallion shoots. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have such beautiful hands give me a handjob.
I continued massaging her for a while longer, and she complained somewhat dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you eat? Put some strength into it!"
I was actually using quite a bit of force already—she was clearly deliberately making things difficult for me.
Obediently, I increased the pressure, and she began to moan softly in pleasure. Her voice was so faint that I wouldn't have been able to hear it if I weren't so close.
Students and teachers were coming and going in the office, the noise filling the room. And so, I continued with this seemingly normal but secretly forbidden and sensual massage with her.
"Alright," she said after a long while.
A sense of relief washed over me, but her next words left me utterly stunned.
"Now massage my legs. I've been walking all day, and they're a bit sore."
"This…"
"Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"
"This isn't appropriate…"
"Is that so? Well, I think it's perfectly fine for the big snake to swallow the little snake."
I froze for a moment. I knew she was alluding to the fact that Mingshuo was about to devour Xia Shi, but it seemed I was indeed at her mercy now, with little room for negotiation.
Under the teacher's sly, triumphant gaze, I crouched down, facing the side of her thigh.
Her silk-stocking-clad thighs emitted a smooth, glossy sheen. The fine texture of the stockings, like pores, made me feel a bit restless. The teacher was 1.7 meters tall with excellent proportions, and these long legs of hers were over a meter in length—slender, straight, and perfectly sculpted. Looking at these flawlessly streamlined legs, like works of art, I felt a wave of heat rising within me.
Slowly, I placed my hands on them. The material of the stockings had a distinct granular texture, different from the feel of skin, but both were incredibly pleasant to touch, almost addictive. Moreover, they carried the warmth of the teacher's body.
I applied more pressure and began to massage.
As I continued, I noticed the teacher's sitting posture was a bit off. She had been subtly shifting her position, turning from facing me sideways to now at an angle. This allowed me to catch a glimpse of her private area through the slit in her skirt.
What a wondrous treasure it was. I felt at a loss for words, unable to describe it. In the deep, dark crevice, her private parts were full and plump, like a small steamed bun. Wrapped in the white stockings, the hazy interior revealed a white lace panty. The stockings had a darker shade around the crotch area compared to the legs, giving off an even more forbidden allure, making one want to explore further.
I looked up, and the teacher was watching me, her beautiful eyes narrowed, a playful smile on her lips. She clearly knew she was exposing herself—she had done it on purpose.
Just then, a sharp class bell rang, startling me so much that I nearly jumped up from the floor. The teacher could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, rocking back and forth so much that I worried her tight blouse might burst open. The other teachers nearby were drawn by the commotion, casting puzzled glances our way.
I stood there awkwardly, not daring to continue massaging the teacher's silk-stocking-clad legs. Fortunately, the other teachers gradually left for their classes, and soon only Teacher Han Yan and I remained in the office.
"Teacher, I… I should go to class now—"
"Not allowed!"
Before I could move, she stopped me.
"Come here, keep massaging me," she said, pointing to her silk-stocking-clad legs.
"Teacher, class has started," I hesitated.
"Then skip it."
"I... isn't this inappropriate?"
"Are you coming or not?" Teacher Han Yan crossed her arms, looking at me coldly.
In the end, I succumbed to her domineering presence and obediently walked over.
I placed my hand on her thigh, about to start massaging, when she said, "Wrong, not there!"
I looked at her in confusion, only to see her bend down to unfasten the buckle of her high heels. Then, she lifted both her silk-stocking-clad feet, performing a high kick that allowed me a glimpse under her skirt, before placing them in my lap.
"Massage my feet, they're sore too."
Looking at these two delicate, sweat-dampened silk-stocking-clad feet, I couldn't control the reaction in my lower body. A small tent visibly rose at a noticeable speed, pressing against the bottom of these exquisite, tender feet.
"Mm!" Teacher Han Yan seemed to feel it, her delicate body trembling slightly, but she didn't pull her feet back.
Holding her translucent silk-stocking-clad feet in my hands, the sweat made the material feel even smoother than her thighs. The warmth from her soles was also more comforting than her thighs, accompanied by a slightly pungent yet strangely addictive scent of fragrant sweat.
Any resistance I had left vanished. I grasped her silk-stocking-clad feet and began to caress them gently.
I heard a soft moan escape from the teacher's throat. A blush spread across her face, making her look even more charming. "Do they... do they smell bad, Xia Ming?"
"No, they smell wonderful."
She paused, her face turning even redder.
Instead of immediately massaging her feet, I first savored her adorable toes. I counted them like fingers—each one as delicate and tender as silkworms. Her toes were perfectly shaped, without a trace of dead skin, soft and elastic. Her toenails were glossy and well-proportioned, arranged neatly from largest to smallest, with none oddly shaped. Some women have second toes longer than their big toes, which can look unsightly, but the teacher's were flawless.
After counting her toes, I gently placed my palm against the warm, soft sole of her foot. The temperature there was even higher, and the warmth of my palm was greater than the back of my hand. I didn't move my hand, simply letting the heat from my palm transfer to her. But after a moment, the teacher's delicate body began to tremble slightly. From our current position, I had a clear view under her skirt, and I noticed faint moisture seeping through the crotch of her silk stockings.
"Mmm... ah... yes..." The teacher's moans grew louder, her face flushed and burning, as if she could hardly bear it.
I didn't let go. Instead, I pressed my palm even tighter against the sole of her foot, intensifying the stimulation. Before long, she began to resist with soft whimpers, her feet kicking as she tried to break free.
Driven by a sudden mischievous impulse, I tightened my grip on her delicate feet, refusing to let her escape. I increased the pressure, pressing harder and harder, as if trying to fuse my hand with her foot.
"Mmm... no... don't... Xia Ming... let go..."
Before she could finish, she let out a sudden "ah!" Her body convulsed violently, and her feet jerked out of my grasp. Her lower abdomen began to tremble in rapid, small spasms, her whole body writhing like a shrimp on a hot pan. Then, I saw the moisture in the shadowy area of her crotch spread, starting as a small patch and quickly expanding into a large, damp stain.
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