Adultery My Mother Surrounded By Lust

[Green_Mother]

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[Green_Mother]

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

 

[Green_Mother]

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!

 

[Green_Mother]

Chapter 2 ​

Her alluring buttocks pressed tightly against the seat, squeezing out a ring of plump flesh around the seat. Occasionally, as she moved, they would return to their original shape, and then squeeze out another ring of alluring flesh. It was easy to imagine how full and elastic they were, like ripe, fleshy bombs that fiercely assaulted my vision!
I couldn't help but swallow hard, my eyes almost popping out of their sockets. A burning desire was raging within me, making me want to grab the teacher's huge buttocks and play with them vigorously!
So alluring! So sexy!
"Rohan, this is the solution method. Do you understand?"
"Rohan?"
Receiving no response from me, Ms Rita turned her head and saw me staring lewdly at her lower body with my mouth a gape, my burning eyes filled with infatuation and obsession, a lewd and lustful look on my face.
Ms Rita's pretty face flushed slightly, and a hint of embarrassment and annoyance appeared on her face.
Ms Rita is incredibly shrewd and adept at social interaction. She gets along extremely well with students and colleagues, and she also handles her relationships with superiors very well. With her extremely high emotional intelligence, how could she not have noticed Rohan's feelings?
During this time, he not only ran around very diligently, but also looked at her with admiration in his eyes. As a goddess, Ms Rita had countless suitors and had seen this kind of look countless times.
She was naturally aware of Rohan's infatuation, but because his father was the school principal, she pretended not to know.
This little pervert is so engrossed in watching, he's practically drooling! He really doesn't know how to restrain himself at all!
Forget it, let him have a good look. It won't hurt him anyway!
Ms Rita composed herself, pretended not to notice, turned her head, picked up her teacup, and took a sip with her sexy red lips. Her delicate red lips became even more moist after being moistened by the tea, like fresh cherries glistening with an alluring luster.
Then, she casually raised her delicate white hand and elegantly tucked a few strands of hair that had fallen behind her ear, revealing her flawless, swan-like neck.
With just a few simple movements, she perfectly captured the charm and allure of a mature woman!
Gazing at Ms Rita's perfect profile and graceful movements, my eyes were captivated, and my soul seemed to have fallen into a soft trap from which I could never escape!
"ah!"
Ms Rita suddenly turned her head, covering her ample chest with her hands, her cheeks flushed with a captivating blush, and said shyly, "Rohan, where...where are you looking!"
I was jolted awake, as if from a dream. A wave of intense panic washed over me, causing my face to turn pale with shock!
"You little pervert! The teacher was just trying to explain the problem to you, but I never expected you to have ulterior motives!"
Rita's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of anger in them. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glared at me fiercely, her expression filled with shame and annoyance.
Oh no! The teacher thinks I'm a pervert!!
"Teacher, no... I didn't mean to... it's just that you were too... um... it was me... it was you..."
I stood up nervously, my handsome face pale, and I frantically tried to explain.
But in my panic, my mind went completely blank, and the words I uttered were incoherent and unintelligible even to myself. I was so anxious that I wanted to slap myself!
Rohan, what the hell are you talking about?!
Rita chuckled inwardly. She covered her chest with her hands, slightly embarrassed, and looked at me, asking in a soft, coquettish voice, "You said it was a teacher? A teacher what?"
"It's...it's the teacher...the teacher is so...so...so beautiful..."
I hung my head and stammered, not daring to look at her, my voice growing softer and softer until it was barely audible.
I didn't want to confess my feelings, but now I can't find any excuse to hide them.
It's an undeniable fact that I spied on her, so what can I say or argue about?
If I were to make excuses, the teacher would probably dislike me even more!
After I finished speaking, the space fell silent.
The teacher didn't say anything, and I lowered my head, not daring to look at the teacher anymore.
Those few dozen seconds felt like an eternity. My heart was filled with unease, like a criminal who had committed a heinous crime, anxiously and fearfully awaiting the court's verdict!
"Pfft! Okay, okay, the teacher isn't blaming you, why are you so nervous?"
After a while, the teacher broke the silence with a chuckle. Her sweet, charming voice carried a hint of reproach or resentment.
I suddenly looked up, and asked with surprise and delight, "Teacher, you...you're not angry with me?"
Ms Rita stood up, smiled slightly, and slowly brought her charming face closer, saying shyly, "If it were anyone else, the teacher would definitely be very angry, but if it's Rohan, the teacher will..."
I listened intently, afraid of missing a single word. My initial sense of unease had vanished, replaced by endless associations and a suffocating tension.
The teacher's words were like a category 16 tornado, stirring up a tidal wave in my heart!
What did the teacher mean by that? Does she think I'm special? Was she not angry because of me… me…?
I held my breath, afraid to think any further, because my heart was about to leap out of my chest!
"The teacher..."
The soft, seductive voice stopped again, making me blush and feel incredibly anxious.
Then her captivating face gradually zoomed in, and her face, which had been so close, moved even closer, until you could smell the delicate fragrance emanating from her red lips!
I stared blankly, as if in a dream. The teacher's exquisite face was like a poem or a painting, her charming eyes were like a pool of autumn water, her delicate eye makeup and black eyeliner were captivating, and the light brown eyeshadow was like an elegant ink painting spreading on her eyes, making her charming eyes even more moving.
A captivating fragrance wafted over, like silken threads enveloping me. And those sexy red lips so close, every tiny wrinkle like a blooming flower bud, breathtakingly beautiful!
"Teacher...you...just...just what..."
I swallowed hard, my hands clenched together unconsciously, I was so nervous that I could hardly contain myself. Just a few words seemed to have exhausted all my strength.
My heart was pounding so hard I could barely speak!
"You really want to know?"
Rita blinked her alluring eyes, her soft voice flowing like a gentle spring, or like the teasing whispers between lovers.
A faint ambiguity filled the small space, quickly seeping into my skin and blood, and my heart pounded even more violently, like a dense drumbeat!
At that moment, I was like a puppet, completely unresponsive. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I was truly dumbfounded!
Ms Rita pouted slightly, her expression showing annoyance like that of a shy and angry girl. "Although I'm not too bothered by it because of you, what you did was really too much. You were spying on your teacher like a pervert... So you have to promise your teacher one thing as compensation!"
Upon hearing the goddess's request, I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself. A surge of boiling blood rushed to my head, and I confidently shouted, "Okay, okay, teacher! Don't even mention one thing, even ten or a hundred things, I can do them for you without reservation!"
I stared at her, my heart pounding with excitement, my face flushed red with fervor, wishing I could kneel at her feet and pour out my heart to her!
"Hehe, Rohan, you look...so silly!"
Ms Rita raised her delicate hand to cover her mouth and chuckled softly. She gave me a charmingly reproachful look and said in a seductive voice, "Rohan, you don't need so much. The teacher's requirements are actually very simple and not difficult for you. You just need to ask your father about the candidate for the head of student affairs!"
How could you refuse a goddess's request? To refuse would be disloyal to her!
I puffed out my chest, as if reciting a solemn oath, and vowed, "Teacher, don't worry! When I get home, I'll ask my dad, and I promise I'll get a clear answer from you!"
Seeing my excited and infatuated state, Ms Rita chuckled, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "Rohan, I'll leave it to you then. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to ask your teacher!"
"Thank you, thank you, teacher!"
I was overjoyed to receive the teacher's permission, thinking to myself that I could finally approach the teacher openly from now on!
Then I remembered what the teacher hadn't finished saying, and my heart felt itchy as if it were being scratched by a cat. I quickly asked, blushing, "Teacher, you haven't said... just now... what was that... just now...?"
"Rohan, are you really that eager to know...?"
Ms Rita chuckled inwardly, bringing her beautiful face closer again. She bit her red lips, revealing a seductive pose, her alluring eyes shimmering like a dazzling galaxy. I blushed, my heart pounded, and my breath almost caught in my throat!
"Just...just what..."
Ms Rita blinked, her alluring beauty captivating, her sweet breath brushing against my face, instantly stealing my soul. Then, her expression softened, and she giggled, "I won't tell you! Hehe!"
Ms Rita gave a playful chuckle, like a little girl who had played a prank. Her voluptuous body trembled with laughter, and her beautiful face blossomed like a peach blossom!
Seeing the teacher's charming smile, I smiled foolishly along with her. Although I didn't get the answer I wanted, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
Rita turned gracefully, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. Her steps faltered, her body tilted slightly to one side, and then her high heels twisted to the side, causing her to lose balance and fall backward.
"Ouch!"
Hearing the teacher's sweet cry, I immediately snapped out of my daze and quickly reached out my arm to catch her.
The next second, the teacher's fragrant body fell into my arms, and I hugged her tightly!
Her warm and fragrant body was incredibly sensual, and her slender waist seemed delicate and boneless!
Looking down, I saw that the teacher's collar was slightly open, and a dazzling expanse of snow-white skin caught my eye.
Those firm, enormous breasts stood proudly on her chest like depth charges, carving out a bottomless ravine between the magnificent peaks.
It was so huge and so voluptuous that it pushed the thin neckline high into the clouds, and the cleavage, which was more than ten centimeters thick, fiercely impacted my vision, making the view from my high vantage point even more shocking!
Immediately afterwards, a glimpse of alluring red lace was revealed, clinging tightly to the teacher's snow-white skin, like a blooming flower adorning her captivating breasts. The contrast between white and red was striking, like sparks dancing in the snow, making her snow-white breasts even more enchanting and seductive!
Suddenly my mind went blank, the intoxicating fragrance enveloped me, and I felt light as a feather, as if I were floating on clouds.
In particular, the teacher's plump, huge buttocks pressed tightly against my swollen lower body, bringing me an incomparably blissful and wonderful experience!
Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming?
My goddess... I've caught her in my arms!?
At this moment, I have no words to describe my excitement. If I could, I would slap myself in the face to see if I was dreaming.
These scenes that I had imagined countless times and dreamed of countless times suddenly came true!
"You little pervert... how long are you going to keep hugging me? Let go!"
Her voice, tinged with embarrassment and slight anger, seemed to carry no hint of blame.
I snapped back to my senses, quickly released my grip, took a few steps back, and said urgently, "Teacher, I'm sorry, please don't be angry. I... I didn't realize what was happening! I didn't mean to hug you for so long! Really! Teacher, you have to believe me!"
I apologized repeatedly, feeling extremely embarrassed and fearful that the teacher might misunderstand and think I was taking advantage of the situation.
Rita quickly straightened her clothes shyly, and said irritably, "Hmph, I don't know if it's true or not, but I'll forgive you this time. Don't let it happen again!"
I quickly replied, "Yes, yes, thank you, teacher. It will never happen again!"
Seeing my nervous look, Rita chuckled, then gracefully stepped forward to gently straighten my clothes, saying softly, "Alright, your teacher isn't really blaming you, you silly goose!"
Feeling the teacher's affectionate gestures, my heart almost melted.
As someone who enjoys watching Japanese anime, I immediately thought of a scene that often appears in them: the husband leaves for work in the morning, while the wife stands at the door gently straightening his clothes. Isn't this exactly the scene that's playing out now?
Could it be that my teacher really likes me?!
Rita raised her pretty face and asked softly, "Rohan, do you remember what you promised the teacher just now?"
My face flushed with excitement, and I exclaimed, "Of course I remember! The teacher told me to ask my dad about the candidate for head of student affairs!"
"Who told you to ask that?"
"Yes…"
I was about to speak frankly when I quickly realized something was wrong.
The teacher clearly didn't want me to tell the truth, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to all this trouble. She probably wanted to distance herself from the situation to avoid making a bad impression on the leadership!
I quickly realized what was going on and felt incredibly proud of my cleverness. I said seriously, "Teacher, it was my own idea to ask. I heard that the school's dean of students is going to be transferred, so I was just curious and wanted to ask Dad who the new candidate is!"
"Pfft!"
Rita's eyebrows relaxed, and a captivating smile curved her beautiful lips. She glanced at me softly, her watery eyes shimmering, exuding an alluring charm!
"Rohan, you are so clever and adorable!"
Looking at the teacher's alluring demeanor, I felt my body go weak and my heart swell with intoxication. My heart melted like spring water, and even my very soul was captivated by the teacher's boundless charm!
Is this still a mortal?
She is a fairy, absolutely a fairy from heaven!
On my way home, I was still thinking about Teacher Rita. I even forgot when I left the office. My steps were light and weightless, as if I were walking on soft clouds.
Today was truly a fruitful day. Not only did I spend some time alone with my goddess, but I also unintentionally hugged her soft and fragrant body. Even when I was caught peeping, she didn't blame me. This sudden happiness felt like a dream and was extremely unreal!
Why didn't the teacher blame me? Why did she say that she wasn't angry because of me? And her charming, coquettish demeanor was completely different from her usual dignified and elegant self!
Could my teacher really like me?
I couldn't help but let my mind wander, my heart pounding with excitement. Smelling the lingering scent of her body on my hands, I chuckled to myself, unable to calm down for a long time.
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My home is located within the school grounds, in the southwest corner of the campus.
To accommodate the staff of the school, the school provides special housing for teachers. As long as they have worked for a certain number of years, they can buy a house on campus at a relatively cheap price. This is a kind of unspoken rule and a hidden benefit of many public institutions.
Excitedly, I returned home, changed into slippers, and ran to my study.
The teacher explained the problems to me today, and I must finish them all today so that I can get her praise when I check them tomorrow. That's what I always do.
"Rohan, you're back? I have something to tell you!"
My dad, Rajat, was sitting on the sofa looking at some documents. When he saw me come back, he looked up and called out to me.
"Dad, I need to do my test paper. We can talk later!"
I rushed into the study, my mind completely occupied with the test paper. I had no interest in talking to my dad, but I was stunned by what I saw in the study!
My study had been completely transformed. Not only was my storage box gone, but my desk and computer were also nowhere to be found. In its place was a brand-new folding bed with a somewhat familiar quilt on it, and a small wardrobe in the corner.
How could this happen? My study has turned into a bedroom?!

 

[Green_Mother]

Chapter 3​

My expression changed instantly, and I immediately turned around and shouted, "Papa! What happened to my study?!"

Papa seemed to have anticipated my outburst and had already followed me to the study door. His usually stern face now showed a rare, gentle smile. "Rohan, it's like this, a friend's son is coming to stay, and we don't have enough rooms, so I made a slight alteration to your study!"

"Changes? Slight changes? Is this really just a slight change?!"

My expression suddenly turned cold, my good mood was completely ruined, and I spoke noticeably louder.

I've always hated people touching my things without permission. Now, not only have they done this without my consent, but my desk and computer are gone too. How am I supposed to study now? Where am I supposed to study?

Hearing my fiery tone, Papa's face twitched slightly, then he forced out a gentle smile and said, "Yes, Papa knows you hate it when others touch your things. This time, I really didn't get your permission. But you've been in class all day, so how could Papa discuss it with you? That's why I took the liberty of turning your study into a bedroom."

I bit my lip, getting angrier and angrier as I listened!

You knew that, yet you still moved around? Couldn't you have waited until I got back to discuss it? Why were you in such a hurry? Your son isn't an unreasonable person!

Hearing my father's explanation, I was still furious, but he was unusually calm, which was a departure from his usual serious demeanor. I couldn't lash out, so I just said irritably, "What about my desk and computer? They can't be gone, can they? And where am I supposed to study from now on?"

Papa's lips twitched, a fleeting look of embarrassment crossing his face. He smiled and said, "Hehe, well... we can study at the dinner table, so what difference does it make where we study? As for your desk and computer, they've been moved to your old room. You'll be sleeping in the study from now on."

"You moved into my room? Oh, that's fine..."

"What!?"

I raised an eyebrow, suddenly snapping back to reality. My voice rose several decibels again as I asked in shock, "You mean... I'll sleep in the study from now on? I'll have to give up my room to someone else?"

Papa said seriously, "Yes, that's right, you'll be sleeping in the study from now on!"

Receiving the exact answer felt like hearing the funniest joke in the world. My anger, which hadn't subsided, surged again, and I shouted, "Papa! Why? I'm your son!"

I stared at my father, my handsome face contorted with rage. Not only had I, the master of the house, given up my study, but now he wanted me to give up my bedroom too! What kind of absurd thing was this?

This isn't something that will happen in a day or two; it could take a full three years!

After all, it's only the second semester of my first year of high school, and my dad's friend's son is obviously a transfer student. If he stays here and refuses to leave, am I going to have to sleep in the study for three years?

Why the hell is that?!

After I shouted at him repeatedly, Papa's expression changed slightly, and he was about to lose his temper.

He then took a deep breath, trying to suppress his dissatisfaction, and said in a deep voice, "It is precisely because you are my son that I have decided to let you sleep in the study. This will be of great benefit to your future development!"

What?! They want me to sleep in the study and say it's good for me? Is this some kind of hardship to toughen my mind and body?

What a joke! What a huge joke! They're treating me like an idiot!

Seeing my father's matter-of-fact attitude, I really couldn't believe my ears. The anger in my heart exploded like a lit bomb!

I shouted angrily, "Papa! Are you out of your mind? Are you senile? You let your own son sleep in the study, but let a stranger sleep in my room. Am I even your biological son?"

At that moment, my head was spinning, I lost all reason, and my chest was filled with rage. Without thinking, some outrageous words blurted out.

But after I finished speaking, I got scared and nervously looked at my father, who was furious. Then a loud slap landed on my face!

"Smack!"

A crisp sound, followed by a burning pain!

"You little brat! You've really gone too far! How have I raised you? You have no respect for your elders. Is this how you talk to your father? Aren't you my son? Did you spring from a rock?"

Papa's eyes widened, his face darkened, and he roared furiously. His stern face was taut, and his thick, dark eyebrows were furrowed, making him look quite frightening.

Papa is a rigid and serious person. He rarely smiles and is very strict when educating his son.

Today, he laughed the most he had ever done in an attempt to explain things to his son. But his son not only yelled at him repeatedly, but also said such outrageous things!

This is simply outrageous! If this continues, he'll be unbelievable!

"Papa, you...you actually hit me for an outsider?"

I covered my burning cheeks with my hands, staring in shock at my furious father. The grievances and anger in my heart were beyond words.

After I entered junior high school, my father stopped hitting me unless I committed an unforgivable crime. But having been strictly disciplined since childhood, I never dared to commit a serious crime. And now, he actually slapped me hard for the sake of his so-called friend!

How could I not be angry? How could I not feel wronged?!

"Rajat! Let's talk this out! Why did you hit Rohan?"

My mother had been in the room the whole time, but she rushed out after hearing the commotion.

Seeing the red marks on my face, he couldn't help but feel sorry for me. He turned around and scolded, "Rajat, how could you be so cruel? You actually hit your son so hard! Rohan's face is all red from being slapped!"

"Rohan, are you alright?"

My mother stepped forward and hugged me, her delicate white hands gently stroking my numb face.

Feeling my mother's warm embrace, I could no longer hold back my grievances, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Papa was still furious and shouted, "I hit hard? Did you hear that in the room just now? What did Rohan say? He said I'm senile and that he's not my biological son. It's all because you spoiled him!"

"Yes! Yes! It's all my fault!"

Seeing my father turn on my mother again, my suppressed anger erupted once more. With tears in my eyes, I roared and ran into the study, slamming the door shut!

"Look at this! Look at the good son you've raised!"

Rajat pointed at his wife and angrily berated her, then stormed off in a huff.

Rajat knew his son would be angry, so he tried his best to control his temper. Was he really senile and taking over his son's study for no reason?

He made this decision because he received a call from his brother Rajesh that morning, who asked him to do something.

My brother is now the county magistrate of Purvanchal city, the top official in the county government. What could make him so serious must be no small matter.

Besides his own abilities, rajat ability to become the principal of No. 1 Middle School also relied to some extent on his brother's connections. Rajat immediately listened attentively.

It turns out that the mayor's son, who is the city's powerful backer, got into trouble and was seized by his political enemies to gossip about him. The Two Sessions are coming up soon, which is a crucial period for the new round of the municipal party committee leadership reshuffle. This is a big deal that affects one's position!

Therefore, Mayor planned to place his son in a lower-level location to avoid trouble, and ultimately handed the matter over to his brother rajesh to handle.

Rajesh was naturally very cautious. After thinking it over, he felt more at ease leaving the matter to his younger brother and repeatedly instructed rajat to do his best to take good care of the leader's son.

Rajat certainly dared not neglect his duties. In officialdom, it is good to be appreciated by one's superiors, but it is even better to be able to help one's superiors with their private affairs, especially their family affairs. The two are even more incomparable.

Because the latter means that the leader has absolute trust in you, and you are the leader's absolute confidant!

Clearly, the relationship between the elder brother and Mayor is extraordinary, and as long as the elder brother's position is secure, his life will continue to improve—it's a very simple principle.

He then deduced from a few words why Mayor wanted to send his son to Madhupur.

Madhupur is located in a remote area, its economic development is lagging behind, and its environment is the worst among all counties in the city.

Mayor sent his son here as a form of education and punishment for him, and also to show his attitude—I have already sent my son to the poorest county in the city, what more do you want?

This also shows that Mayorlp son did not commit a serious crime. Combined with the joy that his brother Rajesh inadvertently revealed, it is very likely that Vice Mayor will be promoted again this time!

He is now a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and the Executive Vice Mayor. What does it mean to take another step up?

That would allow him to drop the "Deputy" title and become the top leader of the government, the number two figure in the municipal party committee! Absolutely second only to the top leader!

Rajat was excited all day. If he could handle this matter well, when Mayor asked about his son, rajat name would be on Mayors radar, and his brother's position would be more secure. Who knows when he might be promoted to the county party secretary and become the top figure in Madhupur!

Doesn't that elevate the status of his bangs?

Rajat was stern and unsmiling, and had no interest in anything in his life, not even his fair-skinned and beautiful wife. His only interest was in becoming an official, which he was even somewhat obsessed with.

The feeling of being in a high position, looking down on subordinates, and watching others treat you with utmost respect and flattery is simply irresistible!

After hanging up the phone, Rajat couldn't sit still. He asked my mother to take leave from work and quickly tidy up their son's room for Mayor son to live in. He himself went to buy some furniture and other things.

In the evening, he waited happily for his son to come home from school, intending to instruct him to cultivate a good relationship with Mayor's son, so that his son, if not successful in his career, would at least receive significant assistance after he came of age.

But his joy turned into anger. As soon as his son came home, he started arguing with him and didn't understand his good intentions at all.

"Rohan, Rohan! It's Mommy, open the door quickly!"

My mother stood in front of the study in her pajamas, feeling equally helpless.

She naturally knew about the plan to convert the study into a bedroom. Rajat knew he couldn't hide it from her, so he told her about Mayor; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed.

Thirty-seven-year-old my mother has fair skin and a beautiful face. Although she was not born into a wealthy family, she comes from a scholarly family. She is gentle, virtuous, and understanding. She understands her husband's actions very well. After all, the other party's status is too noble. It is impossible for Mayor son to be allowed to sleep in the study.

Then her husband can forget about being the school principal!

Although my mother understood, she still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, Rohan was her son. Now, not only had she given up her son's room, but she had also made him move to the study. Anyone would feel bad about that.

"Mom, I'm fine, you should go to sleep."

Hearing my mother's anxious voice, I opened my bedroom door and whispered something.

"You say you're fine, but look at your red eyes!"

My mother came in, took my hand affectionately, and sat me on the folding bed. Her gentle eyes were filled with deep heartache. Looking at the red marks on my face that had not yet faded, she asked with concern, "Rohan, how are you? Does it still hurt?"

I shook my head dejectedly, hanging my head without responding.

"Ugh, your dad is really something. Why can't he just talk things out instead of resorting to violence!"

How could my mother not understand her son? Knowing I was still angry, she deliberately scolded her father a few times in front of me.

Then her eyes softened, and she gently hugged me and comforted me, saying, "Rohan, don't be angry. Don't you understand your father after all these years? That's just how he is. He's old-fashioned and has a bad temper. He's still doing well now. You got beaten a lot when you were little."

My mother spoke gently to comfort me, patting my shoulder softly. I listened silently, feeling extremely wronged, biting my lip and remaining silent.

My mother glanced at me and said softly, "However, Rohan, although your father's actions were wrong, you also made mistakes."

"It's not that Mom is blaming you, but he is still your father. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't say those things to him. How would you feel if your child said those things to you in the future? We need to learn to put ourselves in others' shoes and consider their feelings, right?"

"Put yourself in someone else's shoes! Put yourself in someone else's shoes! Why isn't he putting himself in someone else's shoes!"

It would have been better if I hadn't listened. Hearing those words made me angry, and I huffed and puffed out like a child, still resentful of my father's self-righteous attitude.

"Pfft! Why are you still acting like a child?"

My mother smiled, her eyes crinkling upwards, her beautiful face blooming like a peach blossom. "Rohan, actually your father is doing this for your own good. He still cares about you a lot, he just hasn't said it out loud!"

Her husband said a lot on the phone today, and my mother deeply agreed with what he said.

The husband encouraged Rohan to get along well with Mayor's son. They were both around the same age and boys, so it should be easier for them to get along. If they became good friends, their son would have a benefactor in his life, who might even change his fate at a crucial moment.

My mother herself works for a state-owned enterprise, so she naturally understands the reasons behind it.

India has always been a society based on personal connections. Having connections and not having connections are two completely different concepts. Every year, dozens of college graduates join our company. Which one of them has a completely blank background?

There's some connection between them, more or less.

The longer my mother stayed in state-owned enterprises, the deeper her understanding became. Many things that are incredibly difficult for ordinary people are just a matter of making a phone call to important figures, and can be resolved easily. The difference between them is like heaven and earth.

"Mom! Why are you saying things like that?"

Hearing my mother's biased tone towards my father, I pouted slightly in dissatisfaction and retorted, "If he's good to me, would he ask me to give up my room? Would he let his son live in the study? You have no idea, I was almost furious just now, I really doubted if I was even his biological son!"

"Nonsense!"

Mom patted my head and chuckled softly, "If you're not our child, then whose is your biological child? Mom carried you for ten months before giving birth to you. Don't say things like that again, or Mom will feel heartbroken!"

"Okay, Mom!" I nodded obediently.

Mom sighed and said, "Actually, your father let you sleep in the study with my permission."

"What?"

I turned to look at my mother in surprise. In my opinion, this idea should have been my father's decision on his own, but I didn't expect that my mother, who had always defended me, would agree to it!

"Mom, you knew? And you still agreed?" I drawled, complaining with a hint of jealousy, "Mom! How could you do this? You love me the most!"

My mother's brows relaxed, revealing a loving smile, and she said softly, "Of course, Mom loves you the most. From childhood to adulthood, when has Mom not been on your side?"

Looking into my mother's loving eyes, I nodded without saying a word.

My mother is right. Whenever I made a mistake and was disciplined when I was little, my mother would always stand up for me and speak up for me. She also cared a lot about my life and studies. Although she couldn't be all-encompassing and caring, she was at least very loving.

I didn't press my mother further; I simply waited with curiosity for her to continue.

"Rohan, don't blame your father. Actually, your father's friend is not simple. He is…" My mother was about to speak when her expression changed and she quickly stopped herself.

I didn't notice my mother's expression and asked curiously, "Who is he?"

"He is...a good friend of your father's..."

An awkward expression flashed across my mother's face, but she smiled and explained, "That person helped your father before, so your father agreed without hesitation this time. After all, you have to repay a favor, right?"

After all, she was an adult and had worked in a state-owned enterprise for many years. My mother quickly realized what was going on and told a lie against her will, but it was a white lie.

Her husband told her to keep the secret, not because the other person's identity needed to be kept secret, but because he was afraid that if their son found out, he would become timid or obsequious. If either of these mindsets were present, it would be difficult to make true friends. Only when their son didn't know could they maintain a normal mindset.

Equality in status is the fundamental factor in making friends; any adult who has been in society understands this.

When you feel superior or inferior to someone, it's very difficult for two people to develop a true friendship.

This is also what my mother felt about her husband—that despite his rough exterior, he was thoughtful and considerate; he was genuinely thinking of their son and had put in a lot of effort.

"Pshaw! I thought he was some big shot!"

Hearing that this was the only reason, I raised an eyebrow dismissively and snorted irritably.

He's just a friend, what's the big deal?

My father is now the principal of a high school, and my uncle is now the county magistrate. Who wouldn't give my father some respect?

But now my dad wants me to live in the study for the sake of his so-called friends, which is making a mountain out of a molehill!

It would be more appropriate to put him in the study!

 

[kirantariq]

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