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🕑 Added 2025-09-20 21:42:30 +0000 UTCChapter 23
On Wednesday I woke up early, showered, shaved, and got myself perfectly tidy. By the time Keke woke up, I was already dressed and ready to go. But in truth it was just after eight.
Shen Li had made breakfast; after eating, Keke and I went to school together, with Shen Li seeing us right up to the school gate.
Since I’d gotten up so early, I’d woken before both Keke and Zheng Ruojin. Only Shen Li was up, and she happily joined me in the shower and gave me a morning blowjob, swallowing my cum.
She was beaming the whole morning.
When I asked why, she said: “Serving a man like this has always been my dream Before I only looked after Miss now I get to serve you too and be played with I’m so, so happy~”
Lifting her maid skirt, she revealed she wasn’t wearing panties her pussy still pink and puffy, saying: “If you want me please use me anytime”
I was sure now Shen Li was a masochistic pervert.
I liked that.
Keke went to her classroom while I headed for the office. I was the first one there, but thankfully I had my own key.
My schedule ran from 9:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., only three periods in total, each forty minutes.
Two of those were second-year classes, one was a first-year.
Not knowing the pacing of the three groups, I estimated the time and reviewed my old lesson plans.
Footsteps sounded outside. A mature woman in a formal suit swayed her hips into the room.
Seeing me, she lit up and hugged me: “Mr. Yu! You’re here!”
I gave her a light hug and said: “Sister Zhu Ying, let go, you’ll kill me.”
She quickly stepped back: “Oh? Little Yu Yu’s gotten smooth-tongued~”
“Should I call you Teacher Zhu then?”
“No no call me Sister Zhu Ying. I like hearing it.” Then, in my ear: “Call me that when you fuck me later~”
My cock twitched. Smiling, I asked: “Then can I squeeze your big tits?”
She looked surprised, then laughed, pressing closer: “Little Yu Yu finally woke up after that accident Go ahead Did you fuck this morning? Want a quick go now?”
I grabbed her breast it was at least a D cup, and the feel was excellent.
“I want to been too long since I fucked you but not now, twenty minutes ‘til class, and I need to talk to Zhao Mi and ask about the class progress.”
“Mm mm you’ve gotten good with your hands feels so nice Okay, stop now or I’ll be distracted teaching mm~”
“Well, Sister Zhu Ying then let go of my hand.”
She realized she’d been holding my hand to her breast, quickly let go, straightening her clothes: “Go on, I just saw her. She should be in her office.”
I’d already asked Keke where Zhao Mi’s office was, so I went and knocked.
Besides Zhao Mi, two other teachers were in there; they looked at me oddly but were happy to see me. After some small talk, I spoke with Zhao Mi.
At the end she said, “About last time I didn’t mean to punish Keke like that don’t be angry”
I shook my head. “It’s fine if she did wrong she should be punished.”
“Let me buy you lunch to apologize?”
From what Keke had said, Zhao Mi probably liked me a bit. I smiled: “I’ll treat you. Let’s skip the cafeteria today. Are you free?”
“Free, free always free for you.”
“Good, I’ll come find you later.”
“Mm.”
As I left, I heard the three teachers inside laughing together.
I’d already been to school yesterday to talk to the director and administrators, securing my return to teaching.
I’d noticed they were treating me with unusual respect clearly Lin Luzhong had spoken to them.
While Keke was my slave, not my wife, maybe he saw me as a sort of son-in-law.
That would be best.
First class was with my own homeroom. The students didn’t seem all that bothered I was back only Keke was so happy she lit up seeing me on the podium.
We chatted a few minutes, then I started the lesson.
At first they were all spaced out staring into space, fiddling, eating. But halfway through, they began giving me strange looks even Keke.
It made me sweat, but I kept calm and asked, “What is it?”
Silence. I frowned: “Keke, you say.”
She stood, hesitating: “Mast Teacher nothing just… your style seems different~”
“Understandable?”
“Like… too easy to understand. Before, your lectures left us in a fog.”
I patted her head and had her sit. I went to a boy: “Dragon, you get it?”
According to the gradebook, Long Zhenning was our worst student. He was startled at the nickname, stammered: “I get it!”
“Then repeat what I just taught.”
“Uh? Me?”
“You’re Dragon, aren’t you, or am I?”
The class laughed.
Blushing, he recited perfectly. I applauded, and the class followed. He sat, and I continued.
No more odd looks though a few still daydreamed, most were better focused.
Class ended quickly. My first turn at the podium left me wanting more, but dragging the lesson over time is the mark of a bad teacher, so I dismissed them.
Keke immediately ran up to hug me: “Master you were so handsome”
I pushed her gently: “At school call me Teacher. And don’t just hug and kiss me whenever you want.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Then learn to.”
“Okay.”
A few other girls came over: “Mr. Yu~ you’ve gotten so good!”
I patted their heads one by one: “Good if you understand, that’s enough. Get ready for your next class. If you have anything to say, come find me in the office. Qian Xin, Liang Jiawan, hang back.”
The two girls followed me out, and I handed each a bookmark. “Thanks for blessing me.”
Qian Xin took hers and clutched my arm, pressing her breasts against it through her uniform. “Mr. Yu so glad you’re okay” she said, deliberately rubbing.
Liang Jiawan grabbed my hand: “Is it true Keke’s your sex slave?”
“Why ask?”
She pursed her lips, saying nothing.
I remembered Zhao Mi mentioning the others had been avoiding Keke since they learned she was mine.
I grinned: “Qian Xin, keep rubbing and I’ll get hard.”
She blushed but didn’t move away, asking, “Do you want to?”
Liang Jiawan said, “We’re definitely better to fuck than Keke.” She took my hand, pushed it under her short skirt, clamping my hand between her thighs. Even through her panties I felt the heat of a seventeen-year-old’s pussy.
I pulled back, flicking each girl on the forehead. “Enough go get ready for class. Zhao said you’ve been misbehaving while I was gone. If your scores drop next exam, I’ll deal with you.”
Qian Xin grinned: “What if we improve?”
Feigning thought, I said: “Then maybe I’ll reward you.”
Liang hugged me: “Then I want a sleepover at your place!”
“Me too and good food!”
“Depends on how you do now get going.”
The high school division’s main building was split into sections A–E in essence, five connected buildings, linked by three corridors so they looked like five “sun” symbols stuck together. Each courtyard between held a pavilion, with a “vent doll” bed for punishing students.
Teacher offices were along the south corridors; to the north were toilets, showers, a sex classroom, and some club rooms.
I was curious about that sex classroom but hadn’t dared look.
Each building had five floors, with four classes per floor roughly 3,000 students total, nearly 300 teachers.
Truly lavish.
In the central corridors were vending machines for drinks and snacks but one sold only sex toys: anal beads and juice collection kits, vibrators, eggs, tail plugs.
Signs on the wall read: No group sex in the corridors!
So regular one-on-one sex seemed fine.
Many girls had furry tails under their skirts obviously plugs, here worn as mere decoration.
From first year, students chose arts or sciences. Chinese and math were core subjects; arts students picked 2 from history, civics, foreign languages; science chose from physics, chemistry, biology, geography.
Cores had 5 periods a week, electives 4, plus 2 PE total 20. First- and second-years had five more, leaving the last period of each day as a free-choice: music, art, tech, sports, etc.
Though not on college entrance exams, these were assessed mid-term for holistic evaluation affecting scholarships.
Most students didn’t care about the money; the honor of a scholarship was proof of achievement, so they competed for it.
10% of students were from ordinary families, by government mandate for elite schools; they tended to be top performers. That was how Fang Qianyi had entered.
I returned to the office He Shuyu was out, Zhu Ying was talking to a boy, and Ding Yuqian was buried in grading.
Ding seemed distant; she’d barely nodded at me this morning.
Setting down my things, I went to make coffee and, passing Zhu Ying, saw she was holding the boy’s cock. “Want my tits or my mouth? Ten minutes make it quick.”
“Tits! I want Teacher’s tits!”
She unbuttoned her top; her bra clasped in front for easy removal. She sucked him a few times, spreading saliva, then trapped him between her big breasts and pumped.
“Oh Teacher Zhu your boobs are amazing~”
While titfucking him, she said, “Stop cutting corners bring your grades up. You saw your scores last exam?”
“I will oh Teacher, if I score well next time will you let me fuck you? Wang Lei says your ass is great in doggy!”
“We’ll see! If you work as hard as Wang Lei, you’d have had my pussy and ass long ago!”
“I’ll work hard! I’ll fuck both! Oh I’m cumming Teacher~”
She squeezed down, making him cum in her cleavage.
When he was done she released him, wiping the cum from her tits. “Clean yourself up it’s almost time for class. Back you go.”
The boy wiped himself and, before leaving, squeezed her breast again.
Only then did I ask: “Coffee, Teacher Zhu, Teacher Ding?”
Zhu wiped herself again. “Call me Sister Zhu Ying or Sister Ying Ying works too. So soon you’ve gone back?”
“Alright, Sister Zhu Ying coffee?”
“Yes. One sugar, half milk.”
Ding shook her head without looking up.
Behind her back, Zhu rolled her eyes, then came over: “Want a feel?”
I looked at her breasts, shook my head not from lack of desire, but they’d just been coated in cum.
She dressed and asked: “So no trouble from your class?”
Thinking fast, I said: “Better than before maybe giving me some face since I’m just back. That boy?”
“He found five hundred yuan and returned it I gave him a little reward.”
“Who carries that much cash?”
“Him. Just an excuse to get a titfuck his grades suck, he’s always scheming.”
I smiled: “If I were him, I’d think up schemes for your tits too.”
She laughed, chest heaving. “You’re different now.”
She took the coffee, glanced at the time: “Class time. Back later to play with you.”
I waved her off, watching her ass sway as she left.
My second period was free, so I sat going over lesson plans again, then shook my head looks like the old me was mediocre at teaching. No wonder the students ignored me.
But I still didn’t fully grasp this world’s teaching; the videos I’d watched yesterday weren’t enough. I decided to audit another teacher’s class Zhao Mi was a good choice. I’d mention it over lunch; she likely wouldn’t refuse.
