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Adultery My Mother Surrounded By Lust
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Introduction
Father- Rajat Gupta
Age 45
Mother - Rekha Gupta
Age 38
Me -Rohan Gupta
Age 19
Ms Rita Teacher
Age 36
Sunny Rastogi (main character)
Age 18
Lund size 8 inch
Father- Rajat Gupta
Age 45
Mother - Rekha Gupta
Age 38
Me -Rohan Gupta
Age 19
Ms Rita Teacher
Age 36
Sunny Rastogi (main character)
Age 18
Lund size 8 inch
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Chapter 1 My Goddess Who Has a Crush on Me
It is March, and spring is returning to the earth.
The bright sunshine is warm and intoxicating, the gentle breeze is pleasant, the bare branches that have suffered through the cold winter begin to come back to life, sprouting green buds, and a few birds perch on the branches, chirping happily. All things in the world are slowly reviving, and everywhere is a beautiful scene full of vitality.
In the warm spring of March, when birds sing and flowers bloom, it should be a beautiful time of year when grass grows tall and flowers vie for attention. However, a pair of stray dogs mating not far away seem out of place, ruining the otherwise beautiful scenery.
The male dog is short and thin, about half the size of the female dog, but its brave posture looks very majestic.
It panted heavily with its tongue lolling out, its two short front paws tightly gripping the female dog's abdomen. Its nimble hips moved back and forth with incredible speed and power, as if powered by an electric motor, making the female dog whimper and moan incessantly, seemingly thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of mating.
"These damn stray dogs are disgusting!"
Turning my gaze away from the stray dog, I frowned, my expression of disgust vanishing instantly.
With no interest in appreciating the scenery outside the window, I clutched the test paper in my hand and hurried toward Teacher Zhang's office.
My name is Rohan. I am 19 years old and in my first year of academy. I am 175cm tall and was born in Madhupur a village of Purvanchal city in uttarakhand
purvanchal City boasts convenient transportation and a developed economy, consistently ranking among the top three in the province.
However, Madhupur is located in a remote area and its development is lagging behind, ranking last in the city.
The people here are not wealthy, and the average income is generally low. Fortunately, my family is relatively well-off, and we live a comfortable life.
Rajat Gupta, the father, is the school principal and wields great power over the school.
My mother, Rekha Gupta, works for a state-owned enterprise and is a leader in a certain department.
My privileged family background gave me a great sense of superiority, and coupled with my handsome appearance and excellent academic performance, I often received confessions of love from girls.
I naturally disdain those ordinary, vulgar women, and always politely refuse them in a calm manner.
But when I'm with that woman, all my confidence and pride vanish. I become cautious and fearful, afraid of leaving a bad impression on her. She is...
"Teacher Rita...?"
Seeing the beautiful figure suddenly appear in the office, I subconsciously stopped in my tracks, and a strange tension began to rise in my heart. My voice became intermittent and disjointed.
Teacher Rita is sweet-looking and sexy, and is the heartthrob of all teachers and students.
Her eyebrows were long and slender like the crescent moon, her nose was high and straight like jade, her rosy lips were painted with a bright dark red lipstick, and her delicate face was flawless, shimmering with a captivating glow in the bright light.
Beside her sensual red lips, a small beauty mark adorned her face, like the finishing touch, adding a touch of alluring charm.
The light-colored dress hugged her hot, voluptuous figure, her large, plump breasts stretching the thin fabric to the point of bursting, smooth without a single wrinkle.
The soft highlights spread across her breasts like ink wash, as if they were about to burst through her neckline and rip her clothes at any moment.
Ms. Rita's dress wasn't particularly revealing, but the high neckline still couldn't conceal her enormous breasts. A cleavage, as solid as an insurmountable chasm, stood between her large breasts. Even just a glimpse of it seemed like a magical black hole, drawing my gaze in.
The curves of her breasts were exaggerated, rising high like steep mountains, before the curves began to contract rapidly, forming a slender waist beneath her ample breasts.
Then, it arched sharply on both sides, outlining an amazingly large, peach-like buttocks.
The stark contrast is extremely exaggerated, showcasing the teacher's voluptuous and mature figure to the fullest extent.
The skirt hem was about ten centimeters above the knee, and her straight, slender legs were covered by a pair of thin, flesh-colored stockings, revealing her fair and smooth skin underneath.
Her shapely calves were slender and graceful, and under the stockings, they looked like a woman's second skin, gleaming with a beautiful and captivating smooth luster.
The teacher proudly trod on her 10-centimeter black high heels, making her 1.77-meter height appear even taller. Her two sexy, long legs were already over a meter long. Combined with her noble and elegant temperament, it was simply intoxicating and mesmerizing!
I stared at her, mesmerized, for a long time. In an instant, all the light seemed to dim, and only that beautiful figure was the only brilliance in the world!
This is my goddess, the only woman I love!
Ms. Rita's real name is Rita Sharma. She is 37 years old this year. She has a beautiful face and a hot figure. She is the head of the history department and also our history teacher. In order to see her more often, I resolutely chose the liberal arts major, which I don't like.
And she was the only woman who shattered all my confidence!
When I first saw her in high school, I was stunned by her perfect appearance and outstanding temperament. My mind was like it had been struck by lightning, my heart felt like it had jumped out of my chest, and my eyes were like they were being drawn to a magnet, unable to move even a little bit!
I never imagined that in this remote and impoverished county town, besides my beautiful mother, there would be a second woman who possessed both elegance and beauty. In my heart, she was a sacred angel, radiating a rainbow of light with every smile and frown!
My sense of superiority, my composure and confidence, the sense of superiority I've cultivated since childhood, are like fragile paper that crumbles at the slightest touch, utterly devoid of the courage to pursue anything, making me feel as insignificant and worthless as a lowly ant!
"Oh? Rohan, you're here to see me?"
At this moment, Ms Rita also noticed my presence. She stopped and stood gracefully, looking at me curiously with eyes as clear as autumn water. Her soft voice was gentle and charming, like a nightingale singing in a valley, melodious and moving.
Just listening to that beautiful sound is an ultimate enjoyment, as refreshing as a spring breeze.
It's absolutely perfect!
I snapped out of my daze and excitedly ran over, a bright smile on my face, and replied repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Ms Rita , I don't quite understand a few questions, so I came here specifically to ask you for help!"
Ms Rita raised her eyebrows, glanced at me from head to toe, and chuckled softly, "What, another question you don't understand?"
The teacher's gaze seemed somewhat amused, and I guiltily looked away, awkwardly saying, "Um...yes, I have a few questions that I just can't figure out, I've racked my brains but still can't solve them, so I have to...trouble you again, teacher!"
"Hehe, is that so?"
Ms Rita narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful face displaying a half-smile, as if she had already seen through my thoughts.
I forced myself to meet Ms Rita 's gaze, my heart pounding faster than usual.
During this period, I would come to see her every few days. I had used every excuse I could think of to be alone with her. It was either that I didn't understand this problem or that problem stumped me. I was embarrassed by how often I did it. But if there were other ways, why would I use these clumsy excuses?
I really can't think of any other feasible reason!
Ms Rita is beautiful and sexy, kind and gentle in her dealings with people, and exudes endless charm in every gesture. Not only does she captivate me, but most students and teachers also admire her. She can be considered the school's recognized goddess.
Each time I met her, my infatuation with her deepened, and I was obsessed with her day and night. Now I am completely infatuated with her, to the point that a day apart feels like three autumns!
Ms Rita smiled knowingly, her moist red lips revealing a section of pearly white teeth, and said meaningfully, "Rohan is very ambitious. It's rare to find a student as hardworking as you!"
"Thank you... thank you, teacher. Studying is my duty, it's what I should do!"
I straightened my back and smiled broadly, thinking to myself that my efforts had not been in vain and that the teacher's impression of me seemed to be getting better and better, but I did not understand the underlying meaning in her words.
Just as I was secretly pleased, Ms Rita changed the subject, a faint smile playing on her beautiful lips, "You're very diligent when it comes to doing tests, but you seem to be quite diligent about coming to my office too!"
What did the teacher mean by that? Did he know what I was thinking?
My smile froze instantly, my right hand instinctively gripped the test paper tightly, and I was so nervous I could barely speak. After a long while, I stammered, "Ms Rita, it shouldn't be... it shouldn't be that many times, right? I really came here to ask you for help!"
The room fell silent for a moment. Ms Rita didn't respond further; her charming eyes sparkled with tears, and it was unclear what she was thinking.
I watched her nervously, gripping the test paper tighter and tighter, my palms sweating. After what seemed like an eternity, a charming laugh broke the silence.
"Pfft! Look how nervous you are, you're such a fool!"
Ms Rita smiled lightly, her face as beautiful as a flower. She gave me a charming sidelong glance and said in an annoyed tone, "Come in. You're lucky, I was just about to leave!"
I felt like I'd been granted a pardon and quickly replied, "Thank you, thank you, teacher!"
Ms Rita turned around gracefully, and I followed two steps behind her.
The teacher's sexy figure was curvaceous, and her two long, slender legs in stockings moved in a zigzag motion, creating a captivating wave of fleshy thighs.
Her large, round, and plump buttocks, like water-filled balloons, stood high behind her, stretching the tight, smooth fabric as if it were about to burst.
The round, fleshy shape rushed towards me like a depth charge, making me desperately want to lift up the teacher's skirt to see what was inside!
"Knock knock!"
The rhythmic thud of my ten-centimeter heels on the ground created a series of crisp sounds, each one seemingly striking my restless heart and coaxing the blood to flow through my entire body.
Her plump, fleshy buttocks rose and fell with her elegant lotus steps, causing her skirt to twist slightly. Even with her slow, gentle steps, her buttocks rippled like surging waves, creating an incredibly alluring and sensual display.
Upon closer inspection, the not-too-tight skirt was stretched to its limit, and her large, fleshy buttocks were high and round, making me constantly worry whether the thin skirt could support her, or whether it would tear and burst out of her clothes!
The teacher's big butt is so tempting!
I stared intently, my blood surging with restlessness, and it took immense willpower to force my eyes away.
I warned myself not to blaspheme the goddess. She is my angel, a sacred and inviolable saint, a lotus that rises from the mud unsullied, to be admired from afar, not to be trifled with!
In my memory, Ms Rita was beautiful, generous, dignified, and graceful. Every gesture she made was full of charm. Many teachers and parents took the opportunity to get close to her, but Ms Rita never had any romantic scandals. This shows how strong Ms Rita's principles were and how clean she was!
How could such a perfect goddess be so easily desecrated?
"Rohan, come here, bring a chair over and sit down!"
Seeing that the teacher had already sat down, I quickly composed myself, dragged over a chair, and sat down next to the teacher.
I sat very close, almost next to the teacher, and a faint fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafted over, making my body feel lighter.
Ms Rita raised her delicate white hand, picked up the teacup on the table, took an elegant sip, and smiled sweetly, "Tell me, Rohan, which question stumped you this time?"
"This is it!"
I quickly placed the test paper on the table and randomly pointed to a question.
"Oh…"
Ms Rita covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, sweeping over me as she teased, "Why is this test paper all crumpled up? It's practically turned into pickled vegetables! What, are you that nervous seeing me, Rohan?"
Gazing at the teacher's beautiful face, I was mesmerized and captivated. Only then did I notice that I had crumpled the test paper beyond recognition. The once smooth surface was now covered in wrinkles and creases, clearly the result of my nervous actions at the door earlier.
My face flushed red instantly, and I stammered, unsure how to respond.
Normally, I am radiant and composed, never flustered by anyone, not even my stern father. But all of that changes in front of Ms Rita.
I often feel my face flush and my heart race, and my palms sweat. When I look into her eyes, I get so nervous that I can't even speak. Sometimes I really want to slap myself hard and be annoyed at myself for being so spineless!
I snapped out of my reverie and saw that Ms Rita had already begun to look at the questions seriously.
Her beautiful eyes were captivating, her delicate nose was high and straight, and her cherry-red lips paired with her smooth and fair skin created a flawless profile.
Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered gently, like two adorable little fans waving in the wind. Every part of her was breathtakingly beautiful, otherworldly!
I stared at it, my expression blank, and before I knew it, I was mesmerized.
"Rohan, before tackling any problem, we can first analyze its historical context: under what circumstances did it happen, why did it happen, and what impact did it have? This is the basic approach to solving problems..."
Her soft, sweet voice was like a gentle breeze caressing my face, or like tender fingers plucking at the strings of my heart.
I sat sideways next to Ms Rita, feeling as if I were bathed in a gentle breeze. I gazed at her beautiful profile with fascination, my heart softening as if floating on a cloud.
"Rohan, why do you think the **** Dynasty implemented a policy of isolationism?"
Ms Rita suddenly turned her head, and I quickly straightened my expression and said in a serious tone, "I think... it should be a population issue. The *** population is several times that of the ****** population. At the same time, ***** forces are emerging one after another. In order to reduce external friction and free up resources to suppress ******" forces, the **** Dynasty implemented this policy."
After I finished speaking, I raised my head slightly and looked at Ms Rita, feeling a little smug.
This answer was something I came up with myself, and it's based on factors not found in textbooks. I'm absolutely certain my teacher will be very impressed with me!
"Heh, not bad, you actually thought of that. That's something you don't find in textbooks!"
Ms Rita smiled and glanced at me with some surprise. Her narrow eyes sparkled like dazzling gems, or like a pool of spring water shimmering with captivating light.
Looking into her gentle eyes, my heart couldn't help but beat faster again.
"However, this is only one of the internal reasons. You must remember to think more comprehensively when doing problems. Every event has both internal and external factors. You must think about the problem from a global perspective."
"Ultimately, this question was designed to maintain the **** Dynasty's rule, protect the local economy from external influences, combat rampant maritime smuggling, and also serve as a policy of keeping the people ignorant, preventing them from accessing advanced ideas from the outside world..."
For a moment, Ms Rita spoke eloquently, explaining the key points of the problem in a simple and easy-to-understand way. His serious and focused demeanor added a unique charm to his personality.
At first, I could listen attentively, but I soon became distracted.
At that moment, I was very close to my teacher, our heads were only a few centimeters apart, and a sweet fragrance kept wafting over, as if an invisible mist was surrounding me.
Her face, so close yet so beautiful, was like that of a celestial being. Her profile, as picturesque as a painting, was like a beautiful scroll. In particular, her rosy cherry lips were full and sexy, with a moist and glossy texture. Even the fine wrinkles on her lips were clearly visible, exuding an irresistible allure that made one want to kiss her.
Following the graceful neck downwards, the slightly open neckline reveals a seductive hint of spring.
Her exceptionally full breasts stood like two towering peaks on her chest. The low neckline could not conceal their magnificence. Her delicate skin was snow-white and lustrous, like solidified jade, radiating a captivating glow. One could clearly perceive its smooth texture with just one's eyes.
A deep, unfathomable ravine stands between the breasts, like an insurmountable chasm extending from the collarbone into the depths of the collar, captivating and enchanting without one even realizing it.
The length of the cleavage is immeasurable, while its thickness is a good ten or twenty centimeters, so exaggerated that it seems to be able to completely submerge a person's head!
Looking at those extremely tempting, plump breasts, I deeply realized the huge difference between seeing them up close and from afar. These are two completely different concepts and impacts!
My mouth went dry from staring at it, a hot, warm current surged in my lower abdomen, and my penis, as if summoned by magic, instantly became shamefully hard!
I told myself not to let my mind wander and not to defile my beloved goddess, but Ms Rita was just too tempting, and I couldn't control my desires at all. My burning gaze hesitated for a moment before looking down at her.
The first thing that catches the eye is the teacher's sexy legs in stockings. Her slender calves have beautiful curves, and the flesh-colored stockings are smooth and delicate. The two are a perfect match, which is amazing!
The skirt rode up as she sat, revealing her sexy thighs that were stretched to the point of being completely transparent by her stockings.
Her extremely voluptuous and alluring figure, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, exudes a mature and sensual sexiness that arouses desire, making one involuntarily imagine how plump and fleshy her thighs must be underneath the skirt!
But what's most alluring is the teacher's plump, fleshy buttocks. The skirt, stretched to the point of bursting, clings tightly to the teacher's sexy lower body, like a second layer of firm skin enveloping her large, round buttocks.
Even more outrageous is that the not-so-small office chair was completely filled with the teacher's big butt, leaving only a little extra space in the corners!
It is March, and spring is returning to the earth.
The bright sunshine is warm and intoxicating, the gentle breeze is pleasant, the bare branches that have suffered through the cold winter begin to come back to life, sprouting green buds, and a few birds perch on the branches, chirping happily. All things in the world are slowly reviving, and everywhere is a beautiful scene full of vitality.
In the warm spring of March, when birds sing and flowers bloom, it should be a beautiful time of year when grass grows tall and flowers vie for attention. However, a pair of stray dogs mating not far away seem out of place, ruining the otherwise beautiful scenery.
The male dog is short and thin, about half the size of the female dog, but its brave posture looks very majestic.
It panted heavily with its tongue lolling out, its two short front paws tightly gripping the female dog's abdomen. Its nimble hips moved back and forth with incredible speed and power, as if powered by an electric motor, making the female dog whimper and moan incessantly, seemingly thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of mating.
"These damn stray dogs are disgusting!"
Turning my gaze away from the stray dog, I frowned, my expression of disgust vanishing instantly.
With no interest in appreciating the scenery outside the window, I clutched the test paper in my hand and hurried toward Teacher Zhang's office.
My name is Rohan. I am 19 years old and in my first year of academy. I am 175cm tall and was born in Madhupur a village of Purvanchal city in uttarakhand
purvanchal City boasts convenient transportation and a developed economy, consistently ranking among the top three in the province.
However, Madhupur is located in a remote area and its development is lagging behind, ranking last in the city.
The people here are not wealthy, and the average income is generally low. Fortunately, my family is relatively well-off, and we live a comfortable life.
Rajat Gupta, the father, is the school principal and wields great power over the school.
My mother, Rekha Gupta, works for a state-owned enterprise and is a leader in a certain department.
My privileged family background gave me a great sense of superiority, and coupled with my handsome appearance and excellent academic performance, I often received confessions of love from girls.
I naturally disdain those ordinary, vulgar women, and always politely refuse them in a calm manner.
But when I'm with that woman, all my confidence and pride vanish. I become cautious and fearful, afraid of leaving a bad impression on her. She is...
"Teacher Rita...?"
Seeing the beautiful figure suddenly appear in the office, I subconsciously stopped in my tracks, and a strange tension began to rise in my heart. My voice became intermittent and disjointed.
Teacher Rita is sweet-looking and sexy, and is the heartthrob of all teachers and students.
Her eyebrows were long and slender like the crescent moon, her nose was high and straight like jade, her rosy lips were painted with a bright dark red lipstick, and her delicate face was flawless, shimmering with a captivating glow in the bright light.
Beside her sensual red lips, a small beauty mark adorned her face, like the finishing touch, adding a touch of alluring charm.
The light-colored dress hugged her hot, voluptuous figure, her large, plump breasts stretching the thin fabric to the point of bursting, smooth without a single wrinkle.
The soft highlights spread across her breasts like ink wash, as if they were about to burst through her neckline and rip her clothes at any moment.
Ms. Rita's dress wasn't particularly revealing, but the high neckline still couldn't conceal her enormous breasts. A cleavage, as solid as an insurmountable chasm, stood between her large breasts. Even just a glimpse of it seemed like a magical black hole, drawing my gaze in.
The curves of her breasts were exaggerated, rising high like steep mountains, before the curves began to contract rapidly, forming a slender waist beneath her ample breasts.
Then, it arched sharply on both sides, outlining an amazingly large, peach-like buttocks.
The stark contrast is extremely exaggerated, showcasing the teacher's voluptuous and mature figure to the fullest extent.
The skirt hem was about ten centimeters above the knee, and her straight, slender legs were covered by a pair of thin, flesh-colored stockings, revealing her fair and smooth skin underneath.
Her shapely calves were slender and graceful, and under the stockings, they looked like a woman's second skin, gleaming with a beautiful and captivating smooth luster.
The teacher proudly trod on her 10-centimeter black high heels, making her 1.77-meter height appear even taller. Her two sexy, long legs were already over a meter long. Combined with her noble and elegant temperament, it was simply intoxicating and mesmerizing!
I stared at her, mesmerized, for a long time. In an instant, all the light seemed to dim, and only that beautiful figure was the only brilliance in the world!
This is my goddess, the only woman I love!
Ms. Rita's real name is Rita Sharma. She is 37 years old this year. She has a beautiful face and a hot figure. She is the head of the history department and also our history teacher. In order to see her more often, I resolutely chose the liberal arts major, which I don't like.
And she was the only woman who shattered all my confidence!
When I first saw her in high school, I was stunned by her perfect appearance and outstanding temperament. My mind was like it had been struck by lightning, my heart felt like it had jumped out of my chest, and my eyes were like they were being drawn to a magnet, unable to move even a little bit!
I never imagined that in this remote and impoverished county town, besides my beautiful mother, there would be a second woman who possessed both elegance and beauty. In my heart, she was a sacred angel, radiating a rainbow of light with every smile and frown!
My sense of superiority, my composure and confidence, the sense of superiority I've cultivated since childhood, are like fragile paper that crumbles at the slightest touch, utterly devoid of the courage to pursue anything, making me feel as insignificant and worthless as a lowly ant!
"Oh? Rohan, you're here to see me?"
At this moment, Ms Rita also noticed my presence. She stopped and stood gracefully, looking at me curiously with eyes as clear as autumn water. Her soft voice was gentle and charming, like a nightingale singing in a valley, melodious and moving.
Just listening to that beautiful sound is an ultimate enjoyment, as refreshing as a spring breeze.
It's absolutely perfect!
I snapped out of my daze and excitedly ran over, a bright smile on my face, and replied repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Ms Rita , I don't quite understand a few questions, so I came here specifically to ask you for help!"
Ms Rita raised her eyebrows, glanced at me from head to toe, and chuckled softly, "What, another question you don't understand?"
The teacher's gaze seemed somewhat amused, and I guiltily looked away, awkwardly saying, "Um...yes, I have a few questions that I just can't figure out, I've racked my brains but still can't solve them, so I have to...trouble you again, teacher!"
"Hehe, is that so?"
Ms Rita narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful face displaying a half-smile, as if she had already seen through my thoughts.
I forced myself to meet Ms Rita 's gaze, my heart pounding faster than usual.
During this period, I would come to see her every few days. I had used every excuse I could think of to be alone with her. It was either that I didn't understand this problem or that problem stumped me. I was embarrassed by how often I did it. But if there were other ways, why would I use these clumsy excuses?
I really can't think of any other feasible reason!
Ms Rita is beautiful and sexy, kind and gentle in her dealings with people, and exudes endless charm in every gesture. Not only does she captivate me, but most students and teachers also admire her. She can be considered the school's recognized goddess.
Each time I met her, my infatuation with her deepened, and I was obsessed with her day and night. Now I am completely infatuated with her, to the point that a day apart feels like three autumns!
Ms Rita smiled knowingly, her moist red lips revealing a section of pearly white teeth, and said meaningfully, "Rohan is very ambitious. It's rare to find a student as hardworking as you!"
"Thank you... thank you, teacher. Studying is my duty, it's what I should do!"
I straightened my back and smiled broadly, thinking to myself that my efforts had not been in vain and that the teacher's impression of me seemed to be getting better and better, but I did not understand the underlying meaning in her words.
Just as I was secretly pleased, Ms Rita changed the subject, a faint smile playing on her beautiful lips, "You're very diligent when it comes to doing tests, but you seem to be quite diligent about coming to my office too!"
What did the teacher mean by that? Did he know what I was thinking?
My smile froze instantly, my right hand instinctively gripped the test paper tightly, and I was so nervous I could barely speak. After a long while, I stammered, "Ms Rita, it shouldn't be... it shouldn't be that many times, right? I really came here to ask you for help!"
The room fell silent for a moment. Ms Rita didn't respond further; her charming eyes sparkled with tears, and it was unclear what she was thinking.
I watched her nervously, gripping the test paper tighter and tighter, my palms sweating. After what seemed like an eternity, a charming laugh broke the silence.
"Pfft! Look how nervous you are, you're such a fool!"
Ms Rita smiled lightly, her face as beautiful as a flower. She gave me a charming sidelong glance and said in an annoyed tone, "Come in. You're lucky, I was just about to leave!"
I felt like I'd been granted a pardon and quickly replied, "Thank you, thank you, teacher!"
Ms Rita turned around gracefully, and I followed two steps behind her.
The teacher's sexy figure was curvaceous, and her two long, slender legs in stockings moved in a zigzag motion, creating a captivating wave of fleshy thighs.
Her large, round, and plump buttocks, like water-filled balloons, stood high behind her, stretching the tight, smooth fabric as if it were about to burst.
The round, fleshy shape rushed towards me like a depth charge, making me desperately want to lift up the teacher's skirt to see what was inside!
"Knock knock!"
The rhythmic thud of my ten-centimeter heels on the ground created a series of crisp sounds, each one seemingly striking my restless heart and coaxing the blood to flow through my entire body.
Her plump, fleshy buttocks rose and fell with her elegant lotus steps, causing her skirt to twist slightly. Even with her slow, gentle steps, her buttocks rippled like surging waves, creating an incredibly alluring and sensual display.
Upon closer inspection, the not-too-tight skirt was stretched to its limit, and her large, fleshy buttocks were high and round, making me constantly worry whether the thin skirt could support her, or whether it would tear and burst out of her clothes!
The teacher's big butt is so tempting!
I stared intently, my blood surging with restlessness, and it took immense willpower to force my eyes away.
I warned myself not to blaspheme the goddess. She is my angel, a sacred and inviolable saint, a lotus that rises from the mud unsullied, to be admired from afar, not to be trifled with!
In my memory, Ms Rita was beautiful, generous, dignified, and graceful. Every gesture she made was full of charm. Many teachers and parents took the opportunity to get close to her, but Ms Rita never had any romantic scandals. This shows how strong Ms Rita's principles were and how clean she was!
How could such a perfect goddess be so easily desecrated?
"Rohan, come here, bring a chair over and sit down!"
Seeing that the teacher had already sat down, I quickly composed myself, dragged over a chair, and sat down next to the teacher.
I sat very close, almost next to the teacher, and a faint fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafted over, making my body feel lighter.
Ms Rita raised her delicate white hand, picked up the teacup on the table, took an elegant sip, and smiled sweetly, "Tell me, Rohan, which question stumped you this time?"
"This is it!"
I quickly placed the test paper on the table and randomly pointed to a question.
"Oh…"
Ms Rita covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, sweeping over me as she teased, "Why is this test paper all crumpled up? It's practically turned into pickled vegetables! What, are you that nervous seeing me, Rohan?"
Gazing at the teacher's beautiful face, I was mesmerized and captivated. Only then did I notice that I had crumpled the test paper beyond recognition. The once smooth surface was now covered in wrinkles and creases, clearly the result of my nervous actions at the door earlier.
My face flushed red instantly, and I stammered, unsure how to respond.
Normally, I am radiant and composed, never flustered by anyone, not even my stern father. But all of that changes in front of Ms Rita.
I often feel my face flush and my heart race, and my palms sweat. When I look into her eyes, I get so nervous that I can't even speak. Sometimes I really want to slap myself hard and be annoyed at myself for being so spineless!
I snapped out of my reverie and saw that Ms Rita had already begun to look at the questions seriously.
Her beautiful eyes were captivating, her delicate nose was high and straight, and her cherry-red lips paired with her smooth and fair skin created a flawless profile.
Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered gently, like two adorable little fans waving in the wind. Every part of her was breathtakingly beautiful, otherworldly!
I stared at it, my expression blank, and before I knew it, I was mesmerized.
"Rohan, before tackling any problem, we can first analyze its historical context: under what circumstances did it happen, why did it happen, and what impact did it have? This is the basic approach to solving problems..."
Her soft, sweet voice was like a gentle breeze caressing my face, or like tender fingers plucking at the strings of my heart.
I sat sideways next to Ms Rita, feeling as if I were bathed in a gentle breeze. I gazed at her beautiful profile with fascination, my heart softening as if floating on a cloud.
"Rohan, why do you think the **** Dynasty implemented a policy of isolationism?"
Ms Rita suddenly turned her head, and I quickly straightened my expression and said in a serious tone, "I think... it should be a population issue. The *** population is several times that of the ****** population. At the same time, ***** forces are emerging one after another. In order to reduce external friction and free up resources to suppress ******" forces, the **** Dynasty implemented this policy."
After I finished speaking, I raised my head slightly and looked at Ms Rita, feeling a little smug.
This answer was something I came up with myself, and it's based on factors not found in textbooks. I'm absolutely certain my teacher will be very impressed with me!
"Heh, not bad, you actually thought of that. That's something you don't find in textbooks!"
Ms Rita smiled and glanced at me with some surprise. Her narrow eyes sparkled like dazzling gems, or like a pool of spring water shimmering with captivating light.
Looking into her gentle eyes, my heart couldn't help but beat faster again.
"However, this is only one of the internal reasons. You must remember to think more comprehensively when doing problems. Every event has both internal and external factors. You must think about the problem from a global perspective."
"Ultimately, this question was designed to maintain the **** Dynasty's rule, protect the local economy from external influences, combat rampant maritime smuggling, and also serve as a policy of keeping the people ignorant, preventing them from accessing advanced ideas from the outside world..."
For a moment, Ms Rita spoke eloquently, explaining the key points of the problem in a simple and easy-to-understand way. His serious and focused demeanor added a unique charm to his personality.
At first, I could listen attentively, but I soon became distracted.
At that moment, I was very close to my teacher, our heads were only a few centimeters apart, and a sweet fragrance kept wafting over, as if an invisible mist was surrounding me.
Her face, so close yet so beautiful, was like that of a celestial being. Her profile, as picturesque as a painting, was like a beautiful scroll. In particular, her rosy cherry lips were full and sexy, with a moist and glossy texture. Even the fine wrinkles on her lips were clearly visible, exuding an irresistible allure that made one want to kiss her.
Following the graceful neck downwards, the slightly open neckline reveals a seductive hint of spring.
Her exceptionally full breasts stood like two towering peaks on her chest. The low neckline could not conceal their magnificence. Her delicate skin was snow-white and lustrous, like solidified jade, radiating a captivating glow. One could clearly perceive its smooth texture with just one's eyes.
A deep, unfathomable ravine stands between the breasts, like an insurmountable chasm extending from the collarbone into the depths of the collar, captivating and enchanting without one even realizing it.
The length of the cleavage is immeasurable, while its thickness is a good ten or twenty centimeters, so exaggerated that it seems to be able to completely submerge a person's head!
Looking at those extremely tempting, plump breasts, I deeply realized the huge difference between seeing them up close and from afar. These are two completely different concepts and impacts!
My mouth went dry from staring at it, a hot, warm current surged in my lower abdomen, and my penis, as if summoned by magic, instantly became shamefully hard!
I told myself not to let my mind wander and not to defile my beloved goddess, but Ms Rita was just too tempting, and I couldn't control my desires at all. My burning gaze hesitated for a moment before looking down at her.
The first thing that catches the eye is the teacher's sexy legs in stockings. Her slender calves have beautiful curves, and the flesh-colored stockings are smooth and delicate. The two are a perfect match, which is amazing!
The skirt rode up as she sat, revealing her sexy thighs that were stretched to the point of being completely transparent by her stockings.
Her extremely voluptuous and alluring figure, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, exudes a mature and sensual sexiness that arouses desire, making one involuntarily imagine how plump and fleshy her thighs must be underneath the skirt!
But what's most alluring is the teacher's plump, fleshy buttocks. The skirt, stretched to the point of bursting, clings tightly to the teacher's sexy lower body, like a second layer of firm skin enveloping her large, round buttocks.
Even more outrageous is that the not-so-small office chair was completely filled with the teacher's big butt, leaving only a little extra space in the corners!