I quickly closed the surveillance feed on my phone. As much as I wanted to keep watching, the footsteps seemed to be heading straight for my room.
If Daguo was in our house, then the footsteps outside could only belong to one person—Teacher An.
Was Teacher An just getting up to use the bathroom?
Or maybe she was going to get a drink of water?
My heart raced with anxiety. I desperately wanted to check the home surveillance footage. How did Daguo end up at my house?
I remembered hearing Daguo's door close softly not long ago, but I thought I might have misheard and didn't pay it much attention.
It seems that after I entered the bedroom, Daguo immediately left the house. Given his athletic abilities as a sports-specialized student, it would be easy for him to reach my home by now.
"Fetching books?" I couldn't help but recall the strange expression on my mother's face when she answered the phone earlier. I'm not a fool, and I quickly pieced together some clues.
Daguo must have gone to my house under the pretense of fetching books. Since I was staying over at his place tonight, it was plausible that I might have left some textbooks at home, and he used that as an excuse to visit.
In reality, I hadn't left any textbooks behind, nor had I asked Daguo to fetch anything for me.
When my mother answered the phone, she must have found it odd but didn't dwell on it, simply opening the door for him. In her mind, Daguo would leave as soon as he got the books, so she didn't even bother changing her clothes.
Moreover, from her perspective, since I was at Daguo's house, he wouldn't linger at mine for long.
My mother was in the back storeroom at the time, home alone. The main door and the inner door were definitely locked, and Daguo didn't have a key. The only way he could have entered was if my mother opened the door for him. The last scene I saw in the video was exactly that—my mother letting him in.
Even a fool could guess why Daguo lied and went to my house behind my back.
As I wrestled with these thoughts, I couldn't take out my phone. Instead, I slipped it under the pillow, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
The footsteps had already stopped outside my door, and I could hear a soft, slightly erratic breathing—clearly that of a woman.
The person stood outside my door for a moment, and then I heard the faint sound of the door opening. My room door was being pushed ajar.
I had no choice but to keep my eyes shut and feign sleep, though my heart was racing. I tried to steady my uneven breathing, feeling a mix of tension and excitement.
For one, Daguo was at my house, and I had no idea what was happening. Had he already gotten entangled with my mother?
Secondly, I caught a familiar scent—a distinct body fragrance. The small bedroom was cramped, with the bed just a few steps from the door, so I could clearly smell the person who had entered. Who else could it be but Teacher An?
"My dear Teacher An, why are you causing trouble now?" I thought anxiously. I had planned to continue watching the video and possibly call Daguo or my mother to intervene, but now Teacher An had shown up unexpectedly. Did she come to check if I was asleep?
I desperately hoped she would leave quickly so I could see what was happening at home.
The moment I'd been waiting for finally arrived—I heard the soft sound of the door closing again. Teacher An had left. But just as I was about to open my eyes, I detected a faint noise—her slightly unsteady breathing. The scent of her fragrance hadn't faded; instead, it grew stronger.
The door was closed, but Teacher An hadn't left?
Could it be…? I've read about this kind of scenario in novels.
Was Teacher An planning to make a move on me this time?
Last time, I took the initiative while she pretended to be asleep. Now, it was her turn to take the lead, and I was the one feigning sleep…
At this moment, the entire small bedroom was eerily quiet. In the cramped space, only Teacher An and I were present. My heart pounded fiercely, and my palms were already sweating.
Soon, I heard another breathing sound gradually quicken, eventually turning into a deep sigh.
Why would Teacher An take the initiative to come over?
Could it be that she heard me approach her door earlier and then give up?
If the soundproofing of Teacher An's bedroom is similar to the one I'm staying in now, then she definitely heard. Since I gave up, Teacher An had no choice but to take the initiative.
At this thought, my entire body grew hot. Teacher An taking the initiative?
Then perhaps I would get to experience something different?
I wonder how skilled Teacher An is in bed?
Just as I was tangled in these thoughts, I suddenly felt the blanket on me being slowly lifted. A cool rush of air swept over my body.
Teacher An's movements were gentle but not slow. She wasn't foolish—she definitely knew I was pretending to sleep, so there was no need for her to be overly cautious.
At that moment, I was only wearing a pair of briefs, completely naked otherwise. My pajamas were at home, so I had no choice but to go commando.
My blanket was pushed aside, and soon I felt a soft, warm hand caressing my chest. Though I wasn't as muscular as Da Guo, my body was still fairly toned.
Teacher An's hand was warm and soft, gently stroking my chest and pectorals. At the same time, her breathing grew slightly heavier.
As Teacher An's hand moved over my chest, she must have felt my heart racing, and I gradually grew more excited.
When her hand slid down to my lower abdomen and brushed over my crotch through my briefs, my body trembled involuntarily.
By then, my penis was fully erect, pressing painfully against my briefs. Teacher An's palm was so warm I could feel its heat even through the fabric.
I kept my eyes tightly shut, forcing myself to endure, just like Teacher An had done last time—pretending to sleep without opening my eyes.
Soon, Teacher An's hand slipped into my briefs, pulling them down and freeing my penis.
With space to breathe, I felt an immediate sense of relief. The tip of my penis felt cool. At over fifteen centimeters, it wasn't small, though it couldn't compare to Da Guo's.
When Teacher An's warm palm gently wrapped around the shaft of my penis, my body trembled again. If I hadn't been restraining myself, I might have made a sound.
What could I do? I was still a novice who had only recently lost my virginity.
I was still full of curiosity and novelty about sex.
At the same time, Teacher An's other hand continued to gently stroke and rub my chest.
Now, with one hand holding my penis and the other caressing my chest, Teacher An occasionally teased my nipples with her fingers.
"Oh..." A moan escaped me as I felt the head of my penis enveloped by something hot and wet. It wasn't my fault—my eyes were closed, leaving me unaware of what was coming next. The suddenness of the sensation, with no time to prepare, caught me completely off guard.
"Slurp… slurp… slurp..." At first, I couldn't quite grasp what was happening. Then, I heard soft, rhythmic sucking sounds. The pressure around my shaft intensified, and something agile began teasing the tip and the area around it.
Was Teacher An giving me a blowjob?
An overwhelming pleasure, like an electric current, surged through my entire body. I had never experienced anything like it—so intense, even surpassing the act of intercourse itself.
I had only read about or seen blowjobs in novels and movies, assuming they were rare in real life. After all, a man's penis is used for urination—dirty and pungent.
But now, I was experiencing it firsthand. Unable to resist, I opened my eyes and glanced downward.
Since I had already moaned aloud, and Teacher An knew I wasn't asleep, there was no point in pretending any longer.
As my eyes adjusted, I saw a woman with cascading hair standing by my bed. One hand caressed my chest while the other gripped my penis. She was bent over, her head bobbing gently as she sucked and released my shaft.
Her breasts, encased in a nightgown, swayed subtly with each movement.
Though her face was obscured by her hair, who else could it be but Teacher An?
I glanced at her backside; her bent posture made her buttocks arch upward, appearing firm and rounded. She wore only that red nightgown, and moonlight streamed through a gap in the curtains.
Though the lights were off, the room was sufficiently illuminated.
"Oh..." When Teacher An suddenly increased her sucting, my hips involuntarily bucked upward, and another low groan escaped my lips…
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