I stood where I was, quietly waiting for Teacher Han Yan to recover.
Her bright red lips were slightly parted as she gasped for breath, her eyes dazed and unfocused.
Seeing her in such a helpless state, I suddenly felt as though I were looking at a doll in a display window—her flawless face, short skirt, stockings, high heels, and beautiful legs—every detail like a needle hooking into my eyes, attacking my senses.
I couldn't help but wish I could pounce on her, tear off her skirt, and see what her private parts looked like.
After a long while, a glimmer of awareness finally returned to her eyes, though they remained mostly dazed.
I figured it would take quite some time for her to fully recover, and standing there doing nothing wasn't an option. So I said, "Teacher, I'll leave first," and scurried away like a coward.
Throughout the morning classes, my mind couldn't help but replay the scenes from the office. I couldn't believe that merely touching Teacher Han Yan's soles with my hands had made her climax to the point where her stockings were soaked. Was it really that stimulating?
Or was she just too sensitive?
The result of my daydreaming all morning was that I didn't absorb a single thing from class. Several of my teachers were surprised—I was usually a focused student, rarely so distracted.
When I got home, Mom was already cooking. With the kitchen door closed and the loud sounds of cooking inside, she didn't notice me standing at the door.
Mom had changed into simple home clothes, an apron tied around her waist. Her hair was tied into a ponytail that draped over her slender shoulders, softening her usual icy, noble demeanor and making her seem warmer and more approachable.
She was murmuring something, but she wasn't on the phone—she was humming a song. Her delicate eyebrows and rosy lips were slightly upturned, clearly in a happy mood.
I guessed the issues with the company's R&D department had been resolved, and my assumption was confirmed after dinner.
During the meal, Mom said, "Mingming, thanks to Teacher Han Yan's help, the staffing issues in the company's R&D department have been effectively alleviated. When you go to school this afternoon, tell the teacher we'd like to invite her over for dinner."
"This… isn't that inappropriate?"
After what happened in the morning, seeing Teacher Han Yan again would be awkward for both of us.
But facing my sharp-witted mother, I didn't dare come up with any clever excuses—she'd see right through them, as she always had. So I could only tentatively voice my doubts.
"Hmm?" Mom frowned slightly, her elegant brows creasing. "The teacher helped us tremendously, helping the company through a crisis. Inviting her over for a meal to express our gratitude is only proper. What's the problem?"
"Uh…" I didn't dare say anything more, or Mom would start to suspect something. With her ability to follow clues, even the slightest abnormality on my part would catch her attention, and she'd dig up a whole lot more. As a child, whenever I tried to hide something, I never once escaped her sharp eyes.
"No problem, I'll tell the teacher."
Although my relationship with Mom had improved significantly, whenever it came to work or my studies, she reverted to her usual cool and distant demeanor, making me feel a sense of detachment. I truly admired her ability to adapt her state to any situation.
Perhaps that was why she had managed to grow a small company into a cosmetics giant in the city.
After the lunch break, Mom drove me to school.
Usually, there aren't major subjects like Chinese in the afternoon, but today was downright bizarre. The electronic schedule showed three consecutive Chinese classes. When Teacher Han Yan, now in a different uniform, stood on the podium and gave me a subtle, sly smile, I knew exactly what was going on.
So, for the entire first period, she teased and provoked me in subtle ways—calling on me to answer questions, pacing back and forth near my desk, and even going so far as to "accidentally" drop chalk under my desk, forcing me to bend down and pick it up.
That's when I saw her slender, toned legs clad in sheer flesh-toned stockings right in front of me. The smooth, delicate texture was practically taunting my nerves.
I was hard the entire class, and given my size—over eighteen centimeters when erect—my pants were visibly tented. To avoid drawing attention from my classmates, I had to keep shifting positions and adjusting angles. Honestly, if I could just reach in and adjust the tip, it would solve the problem, but Teacher Han Yan kept hovering nearby. I didn't dare make such a bold move. Even if my classmates didn't notice, she definitely would, and she might misunderstand or overthink it. I know she has some ambiguous feelings toward me, but I don't want to betray my feelings for my mom, so I have to avoid any misunderstandings.
After class, I rushed to the restroom like I was fleeing, splashed cold water on my face, and finally managed to calm down.
But as soon as I stepped out, I ran into Teacher Han Yan as if she were a ghost—waiting for me right outside the women's restroom?!
"Teacher, you…"
"Xia Ming, my shoulders are a bit sore. Could you give me another massage?"
"This…"
"Will you do it or not?" Her beautiful eyes held a hint of threat.
Two minutes later, I was in the office, standing behind Teacher Han Yan as she sat in her chair, massaging her shoulders as usual.
Another teacher joked, "Teacher Han, Xia Ming really is your little comfort blanket—so thoughtful, coming right after class to give you a massage to help you relax."
I didn't know how to respond and just smiled awkwardly.
Teacher Han patted my hand. "Xia Ming, Teacher Li is praising you. Why aren't you saying anything? Don't be rude!"
"Uh…"
"Alright, Teacher Han, don't tease Xia Ming like that."
I continued massaging her until class started. The other teachers in the office left for their classes, leaving just Teacher Han and me alone again.
"Wait here for me," she said before leaving the office.
I waited, and two minutes later, she returned.
I asked, "Where did you go?"
Teacher Han smiled at me. "I told them to study on their own. We're skipping this class."
"Huh?"
She locked the door, drew the curtains, and sat back down. "I don't have much time left. I'll be leaving in a few days. Your mom should have already received help from my family. Things at the company must be improving, right?"
"Yeah, thank you, Teacher," I nodded.
"So, if I don't take this chance to squeeze a little more out of you, I won't get another opportunity," she said, a hint of sadness in her eyes.
My nose suddenly felt sore, but I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. What she wanted, I couldn't give her, so I stayed silent.
"Alright, give me a massage. Don't get all sentimental—I haven't even said anything yet."
I wrinkled my nose, placed my hands on her shoulders, and continued massaging.
"Take a day off tomorrow."
"Mm, why?"
"Come out and play with me."
"Huh?"
"I've never been to an amusement park in all my life. Since I was little, I've had this wish—to go to an amusement park with someone I like, and best of all, to kiss him when the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point."
The teacher didn't continue, but the implication was clear. That "someone I like" was referring to me. It sounded absurd—a vibrant twenty-five-year-old female teacher falling for a high school freshman nearly ten years her junior, even having experienced an orgasm from his touch on the soles of her feet. But isn't love just like that? It defies logic, so mysterious and unreasonable.
The teacher had made the "ending" very clear—a kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel. If I agreed, it would mean accepting that as well. This wouldn't be just a simple outing; it would be her final release before her impending departure. She wanted to give something important of hers to the person she liked—me—to make up for regrets she didn't want to leave behind.
I didn't want to give away my first kiss. My first kiss should be saved for Mom.
The teacher had also helped Mom and me. The company's issues were resolved, and even if I refused now, she wouldn't stop helping us. But she would surely feel unhappy inside.
I thought about her leaving, likely to comply with an arranged marriage to a wealthy man she didn't love. In the future, she might end up alone in an empty room, as rich playboys tend to be unfaithful and wild. My resolve wavered a little.
Forget it—it's just a kiss. She had sacrificed so much for me. If I gave her nothing in return, I'd be too heartless.
"Okay!" I said.
As the words left my mouth, I felt her body tremble noticeably, stiffening in clear surprise at my agreement.
"R-really?"
"Mm, really."
She didn't say anything more, but her delicate frame continued to tremble slightly, revealing her inner state.
"Teacher, my mom wants to thank you. She invited you to dinner at our place tonight. What do you think?"
"Sure, when?"
"After school, my mom will pick me up. You can ride back with me."
"Alright, then I should buy something and change clothes later."
"No need," I said. "It's just dinner to express our gratitude. Keep it casual; no need to be so formal."
"No way!"
Her tone was firm. "Who visits someone's home empty-handed? That's impolite! Besides, this is my first time going to your house. I should be even more careful—not only bring something, but also dress more formally. Otherwise, it would seem like I lack manners and don't know how to show respect."
"Uh... okay then," I stammered.
"Alright, go back to the classroom to study. I need to go back to the dorm and change."
After school, Ms. Han, now changed into a black off-the-shoulder evening gown, appeared at the school gate, instantly becoming the center of attention. With her slender shoulders, narrow waist, and snow-white skin, the hem of her dress barely covered her hips, revealing a pair of straight, long legs clad in sheer black stockings. Under the sunlight, the delicate, fair skin faintly visible through the stockings looked tender and enticing. Her dainty feet were nestled in a pair of black seven-centimeter pointed-toe high heels, making her graceful figure appear even more tall and elegant. Standing there, she shone like a dazzling star, captivating everyone's gaze and drawing all eyes toward her.
"Oh my god, is that Ms. Han Yan? She looks nothing like her usual self! She's so beautiful!"
"Wow, my goddess! Ms. Han Yan is absolutely stunning!"
"Whoa, Ms. Han Yan is so gorgeous! Is that kind of figure even humanly possible? Heaven must have blessed her with such incredible beauty!"
The students and teachers present all knew that Ms. Han Yan was a great beauty at the school. Whenever the topic of beautiful women came up, she was almost always the first to be mentioned. Yet, they couldn't believe that with just a bit of dressing up, Ms. Han Yan could become so breathtakingly beautiful, almost to an otherworldly degree.
Ms. Han Yan's natural beauty was almost on par with my mother's. For this family dinner invitation from my mother, she had deliberately applied heavy makeup, making her already ethereal and captivating face even more devastatingly beautiful, as if capable of toppling cities and kingdoms.
Ms. Han Yan seemed to be teasing me on purpose. Knowing that everyone was watching her, she looked directly at me, causing the crowd's attention to shift toward me as well. Under their intense stares, I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp. Their gazes felt like beams of fire, burning me all over. Not daring to linger any longer, I quickly led Ms. Han Yan away from the school gate.
My mother was already waiting outside. A high-end black Audi luxury car was parked quietly by the school entrance. It had been gifted to my mother by a business partner during the summer and was worth thirty million. Even though there were many wealthy students at the school, their parents might not be able to afford such a car—or perhaps they could if they sold everything they had. But my mother had obtained this car effortlessly.
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