Everyday Life: Mental Pollution - Campus Life

(Lunch break, corridor of the Grade 11 teaching building)

The classroom was dimly lit. The afternoon sunlight of early autumn filtered through the blinds, casting dappled patterns of light on the desks. Most students were resting on their desks, the only sounds being the rustling of turning pages and the faint snoring of others.

Lu Ming was also lying on the table, his face buried in his arms, but he wasn't asleep. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Li Hao in the seat next to him—the guy had his eyes closed, his breathing even, and he looked like he was sleeping soundly.

But Lu Ming knew that wasn't the case.

Since the confrontation at the hospital yesterday, although Li Hao promised "he won't mess around anymore," the occasional flashes of excitement and hesitation in his eyes after he woke up always kept Lu Ming on edge.

Suddenly, he felt Li Hao's breathing rhythm change. It became lighter and slower, as if he was deliberately restraining himself.

A few seconds later, Lu Ming quietly raised his eyes.

Li Hao remained in his prone sleeping position, but a very subtle, almost imperceptible smile unconsciously curved the corners of his mouth. It was light, yet resolute, as if he were tracking some interesting target.

(Main staircase of the teaching building)

Li Hao's consciousness, like a slippery fish, easily broke free from the constraints of his body and swam silently along with the lazy afternoon air in the corridor.

This feeling is always fresh. There is no weight, no boundaries, and the field of vision is a blurry 360-degree perception. You can "smell" the fragments of thoughts emanating from the people around you—the anxiety of solving math problems, the bittersweetness of unrequited love, the weariness of not getting enough sleep last night... It's a jumble of thoughts, yet vibrant.

He drifted aimlessly past several empty classrooms until, at the corner on the third floor, he caught a distinct "presence"—a scent with the undertone of professional disinfectant mixed with a faint citrus aroma.

It's Lin, the school doctor. Lin Wei.

The pillar of the school clinic, a woman in her late twenties, a top student who graduated from medical school and was transferred here last year. She possesses an intellectual and gentle demeanor, always wearing a white coat over a plain shirt and knee-length skirt, nude stockings, and low-heeled shoes—meticulous in every detail. Many boys privately discuss her straight, shapely legs encased in stockings, and the glimpse of fair skin peeked through the slightly open collar of her shirt when she's bent over recording medical records.

At this moment, Lin Wei was walking alone in the corridor leading to the infirmary. She was carrying several lists of newly arrived medical supplies in one hand and holding her phone in the other, seemingly looking at some information. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her steps were unhurried.

There was no one else around. During lunch break, this place, the boundary between the teachers' office area and the laboratory building, was so quiet that only the rhythmic, clear "clack" of her leather shoes tapping on the terrazzo floor could be heard.

Li Hao's consciousness hovered for a moment not far behind her.

Flesh-colored stockings... he hadn't tried those yet.

Yesterday's promise flashed through my mind, but the sight of this solitary, unsuspecting prey before me, and the beautiful lines of her legs, encased in thin stockings and moving with each step, seemed to be hooked.

He hardly hesitated.

His consciousness sank, like a weary bird returning to its nest, gently yet irresistibly sinking into the back of Lin Wei's neck.

(In the corridor)

Lin Wei paused almost imperceptibly.

The text that had been focused on her phone screen suddenly blurred for a moment. She blinked and felt a sudden, slight dizziness, like low blood sugar or the brief disorientation she felt after waking up from a nap.

"Strange..." She subconsciously shook her head, trying to shake off the discomfort. It was probably because she'd been too tired from organizing files lately.

She continued walking, but the sensation in her body... seemed subtly different.

The corridor window was open, and the cool early autumn breeze blew in, brushing against her forearms exposed outside her short-sleeved white coat. Normally, she would only feel a chill, but at this moment, the chill was exceptionally clear; she could even feel the subtle shiver of every hair on her body as the wind caressed her.

The legs are even more noticeable.

Flesh-colored velvet stockings (she preferred this material, as it was more skin-friendly than regular nylon) clung tightly to her thighs and calves. A breeze slipped in from under her skirt, causing the stockings to shed a fine, granular texture that brushed against her skin, creating a strange, subtle itch. It felt like being gently tickled by a feather, tracing the curves of her legs.

Lin Wei slowed her pace.

She subconsciously brought her legs together. The insides of her stockings rubbed against each other, making an extremely faint rustling sound, but in the quiet corridor, it seemed to be amplified countless times, drilling directly into her eardrums.

My cheeks felt slightly warm.

What's going on? This sudden, unusually sensitive feeling in my body...

She stopped at the door of the infirmary, her hand reaching for the keys in her pocket. Her fingertips touched the cold metal, but the chill felt particularly piercing. The folder she was holding in her other hand pressed against her chest, and even through her white coat and shirt, she could feel a soft, undeniable pressure.

"Teacher Lin?"

A boy's voice suddenly came from behind me.

Lin Wei was startled and turned around abruptly. It was a senior high school physical education student, clutching his stomach, his face pale: "Ms. Lin, my stomach hurts terribly, can you prescribe some medicine?"

"Oh, okay, come in quickly." Professional instincts immediately overwhelmed the strange feeling in her body, and Lin Wei quickly took out her key to open the door, stepping aside to let the student in.

But as she turned to lead the students, her gaze inadvertently swept across the mirror-like glass of the fire hydrant across the corridor.

Her figure was reflected in the glass: a white lab coat, a knee-length skirt, and legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, straight and together. Everything seemed normal.

But only she knew that just as she turned to the side, her skirt swayed slightly, and the exposed skin of her stockings on the back of her thigh brushed against the edge of the door frame.

Just like that.

A tiny, tingling electric current suddenly shot up from the small patch of skin that had been brushed against, running down the spine and straight to the back of the head.

Her breathing became almost inaudibly erratic.

Inside the infirmary, Li Hao (inside Lin Wei's body) smiled silently.

The real show has only just begun.

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(The infirmary door is closed and locked.)

Only after confirming that the student had walked far away and the sound of his footsteps had disappeared at the top of the stairs did Li Hao (or rather, the consciousness that was now in control of Lin Wei's body) slowly turn around.

The door lock clicked softly, completely shutting out the afternoon's tranquility and any prying eyes.

He/She walked towards the full-length mirror on the wall, which was used to observe the angle when examining students' injuries. The mirror was clean, clearly reflecting the figure of the female school doctor in a white coat—a gentle and intellectual face, her hair tied back in a neat bun, and her white coat buttoned up neatly.

But the eyes in the mirror were now gleaming with a playful and scrutinizing light that was completely out of place with "Lin Wei".

Li Hao manipulated Lin Wei to raise her hand, her fingertips gently tracing her reflection in the mirror, then her neck, and finally her collarbone. Through her white coat and shirt, her fingers lingered on the bulge in her chest, giving it a light pinch through the layers of clothing.

Hmm... the texture is not bad, it's fuller than my sister's.

But that's not realistic enough. Clothing acts as a barrier.

He unbuttoned his white coat, took it off, and casually draped it over the railing of the examination bed beside him. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, one button, two buttons… until the shirt was completely open, revealing a flesh-colored lace bra underneath. The bra cups lifted his breasts, creating a deep cleavage.

With a flick of her fingers, she hooked the bra clasp and released it. Two plump, white breasts sprang out, their pale pink nipples slightly erect from the sudden contact with air.

Li Hao looked down and flicked his finger at his left nipple. It was very sensitive; even a light touch sent a jolt of electricity through him. But he quickly looked away, turning his gaze to his lower body.

The zipper on the knee-length skirt was on the side. He unzipped it, and the skirt slid to the ground, revealing his buttocks and legs encased in flesh-colored velvet stockings. The stockings were pantyhose, with the waistband just hitting his waist, and below were matching lace panties.

It's in the way.

He hooked the edge of his underwear, pulled it down, and casually tossed it onto his skirt. Now, only his stockings remained on his lower body. The velvet fabric was delicate, shimmering softly in the afternoon light, clinging tightly to every inch of skin from his toes to the top of his thighs, perfectly outlining the curves of his hips and legs.

That mysterious triangle area was now covered by a thin layer of flesh-colored stockings. The crotch of the stockings was made of thickened double-layered fabric, but it still revealed the hazy shadow of pubic hair and the soft, slightly raised contours of the private parts.

Li Hao looked at the reflection in the mirror with satisfaction.

But he felt something was missing... His gaze swept over the neatly arranged medical supplies on the instrument cabinet next to him.

thermometer.

He walked over and picked up a mercury thermometer. The cool touch of the glass made his (or her) fingers pause slightly.

A truly wicked idea popped into my head.

He walked back to the mirror and examined his genitals, now encased in stockings, once more. Then, he spread his legs, standing in a slightly shameful but convenient position.

Holding the thermometer in her right hand, the cool glass tip, through the thin flesh-colored stockings, was gently touched to the crevice between her labia.

The "Lin Wei" in the mirror revealed a smile that could be described as "professional" yet carried a hint of wickedness. Her red lips parted slightly, and in a clear and slow tone, as if she were lecturing a student, she spoke to her reflection in the mirror:

"Students, look here carefully."

The thermometer's round head slid up and down along the slit, the cold touch stimulating the sensitive skin through the stockings.

“These are the labia majora.” The cool glass head traced a circle around the soft, raised edge covered by the stockings.

"These are the labia minora." The thermometer gently parted the slit a little (the resistance through the stockings was minimal), revealing the darker, moist outline inside.

He deliberately made his voice sound a little gentle and seductive: "They are very sensitive, especially here..." The tip of the thermometer, through the stocking, was precisely placed on the approximate location of the clitoris, and he gently pressed and drew small circles.

The body in the mirror trembled uncontrollably, and a trace of moisture quickly spread across the crotch of the stockings, turning into a small dark patch.

“Look, it’s already reacting.” Li Hao continued his “lecture” with satisfaction, seemingly unaware of his body’s instinctive reaction. “This is because the clitoris has been stimulated, which is one of the important sources of female pleasure.”

The thermometer began to circle around the opening covered by the stockings, following the damp trail, occasionally gently pressing the rounded tip against the entrance.

“This is the vaginal opening.” He spoke of the most lewd things in an academic tone, “Prepare to receive… well, for example, a thermometer.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his wrist slightly.

The cool, smooth glass tip, through the flesh-colored stockings that were completely soaked with love juice and had become sticky and transparent, **** open the closed labia and squeezed into the narrow entrance.

"Uh..." The "Lin Wei" in the mirror let out a short gasp, her waist suddenly went limp, and she had to reach out to hold onto the cabinet next to her.

The sensation of the foreign object intruding was exceptionally clear. Although it was just the rounded head of a thermometer, and although it was through a stocking, the icy touch and the slight swelling sensation of being stretched still surged wildly up my nerve endings.

Li Hao didn't penetrate deeply; he simply left the thermometer wedged at the entrance, then released his fingers, allowing the glass rod to be inserted at a lewd angle into the crotch of the stocking. The cool shaft pressed against the most sensitive mucous membrane, swaying with the slight trembling of his body.

Only after doing all this did he put his hands back on his body.

Her left hand climbed up her bare right breast, kneading the flesh with her fingers, her fingertips scraping heavily across the erect nipple. Her right hand covered the crotch of her stockings, and through the wet, sticky stockings, she accurately pressed the exposed part of the thermometer, beginning to slowly and forcefully thrust in and out.

The movements were very slight, and the thermometer was only inserted and removed shallowly at the entrance, but the cold glass and rough stocking fabric rubbed against the delicate entrance, bringing a strange pleasure mixed with stinging.

"Ah...so stimulating...the sensitive areas at the tip...can also be reached..." He was still "explaining" intermittently, but his voice had become hoarse with desire.

The woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks, a glazed look in her eyes, and slightly parted lips, escaping broken breaths. Her white coat lay discarded to the side, her shirt wide open, her breasts deformed in her hands, her nipples swollen and red. She wore only a pair of soaked flesh-colored stockings, the dark welt at her crotch widening, a thermometer inserted at an angle, slowly moving in and out with the movement of her other hand, drawing out more viscous fluid, soaking the stockings until they were transparent, clinging tightly to her swollen labia.

The pleasure built up quickly; her body was under Li Hao's control, and her sensitivity seemed even higher than usual. Every time he pressed her clitoris through the stockings, every time the cold head of the thermometer brushed against her entrance, her uterus contracted in waves.

"Almost...almost there..." he panted as he announced that the "lesson" was about to reach its climax, and his hands suddenly sped up!

Her right hand rubbed and pressed her clitoris hard through the stockings, while her left hand squeezed her breasts. The thermometer was suddenly pushed in!

"Aaaaaah—!"

A high-pitched scream erupted in the silent infirmary!

Her body convulsed violently, her legs went weak, and she only managed to stay upright by holding onto the cabinet. A gush of warm love fluid suddenly gushed from her opening, breaking through the thermometer and even tearing through the thin double-layered fabric of her stockings!

"Pfft..."

A viscous, transparent liquid splattered out, some spraying onto the mirror in front of them, slowly trickling down the smooth surface and leaving winding streaks. Most of it soaked through the crotch of the stockings, dripping onto the floor.

Li Hao felt the lingering tremor of the body after the orgasm, and looked at the "School Doctor Lin" in the mirror with a flushed face, unfocused eyes, and a messy lower body, as well as the pool of his own semen sliding down the mirror surface. A satisfied and wicked smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Yesterday's "guarantee"?

What is that? Is it edible?

He gently pulled out the thermometer, leaving a wisp of silver. Then, he manipulated Lin Wei's body, leaning close to the stained mirror, and extended his tongue to gently lick away the water stain he had just sprayed onto the mirror.

Salty, warm, and carrying the scent of desire.

“Teacher Lin,” he said softly to the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, “your sex education class is really good.”

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(Infirmary before the lunch break bell rings)

Li Hao's consciousness withdrew swiftly and cleanly, like the receding tide.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to clean up—he simply wiped the water stains on the mirror and floor with a tissue, rinsed the thermometer and put it back in its place, leaving only the pair of flesh-colored velvet stockings that were completely soaked, with the crotch area even slightly deformed from being soaked in love fluid.

He carefully rolled up the stockings and tucked them into an inconspicuous corner at the bottom of the closet. A hidden mark was left there—a trophy imbued with intense lust, which only he, now back in his true form, "knew" how to retrieve.

Finally, he looked at Lin Wei in the mirror, whose eyes were gradually regaining their clarity, and "infused" a carefully woven memory, a mixture of real touch and illusory willingness, into the depths of her consciousness:

*In the afternoon, a physical education student came to get medicine with a stomachache… maybe heatstroke symptoms? Or low blood sugar… I also felt a wave of fatigue and inexplicable heat… Right, it was probably the muggy weather; after checking the medicine inventory, I felt a bit stuffy, so I took off my white coat… and unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt… even… (The memory here becomes blurry and faint, leaving only a languid aftertaste of physical comfort and the sticky discomfort of my stockings). My stockings are so wet with sweat… It's really uncomfortable, I need to change them…*

As the bell signaling the end of lunch break rang precisely in the quiet corridor—

Li Hao opened his eyes.

He remained slumped over his desk, his face buried in his arms, as if he had never left. Slowly and lazily, he raised his head, stretched, and his bones made a soft "click" sound.

Lu Ming, who was sitting to the side, looked over almost immediately, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Li Hao turned his head and met his best friend's gaze. His face was expressionless; he just blinked a couple of times, looking a little drowsy as if he had just woken up. Then, a slow grin spread across his lips, revealing a perfectly standard, sleepy, yet undeniably knowing and sly smile.

The smile vanished in an instant, so fast it was almost an illusion. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and muttered, "Damn, my hands are numb from lying down like that."

But Lu Ming's heart sank. That look in his eyes, that smile... this guy must have done something again.

(Afternoon, first period, physical education class)

The autumn afternoon sun was just right, not too strong, and felt warm and cozy on my skin. The scent of the rubber track on the playground mingled with the fragrance of fresh grass, carried to my nose by the gentle breeze.

Physical education teacher Wang Xueling—whom the students affectionately call "Sister Xue"—is standing at the front of the line, blowing her whistle and leading the class in warm-up stretches.

Wang Xueling, a professional athlete who graduated from a sports school, possesses a healthy and powerful physique. Even in a matching dark blue tracksuit jacket and trousers, her impressive curves and full, pert buttocks are undeniable. At this moment, she is demonstrating a forward bend, her hands touching the ground, her body forming a smooth arc. The tracksuit trousers clung tightly to her hips during this movement, outlining their stunningly rounded and full shape. The jacket zipper was only pulled up to her chest, clearly revealing her tight black sports vest underneath, her full breasts swaying slightly beneath the fabric with her movements.

Many boys in the group were staring intently, and Lu Ming was no exception. But he quickly **** himself to look away, only to catch a glimpse of Li Hao beside him, who was staring intently at the honey-colored, firm abdomen that Teacher Wang revealed when she bent over, as well as the lines of her hips and legs outlined by her sweatpants, his eyes burning with desire.

Free time arrived, and the students dispersed in twos and threes to play basketball, kick shuttlecock, or chat. As usual, Lu Ming and Li Hao found a shady corner near the equipment room and sat on the steps next to the parallel bars.

"How's it going?" Li Hao nudged Lu Ming with his elbow, his gaze still following Wang Xueling, who was instructing a few girls on volleyball in the distance. Teacher Wang seemed hot; she had taken off her blue sports jacket and casually draped it over the volleyball net post, leaving her in only her tight black sports vest and trousers. Sweat soaked the front of her vest, dark watermarks clinging to her skin, emphasizing her ample bosom and slender, strong waist.

"What do you mean, how?" Lu Ming pretended to be stupid, but his eyes unconsciously glanced over again.

"Tsk," Li Hao clicked his tongue, lowered his voice, and said with a kind of excited boast, "Even through so many layers of clothes, you can tell how big and perky they are... Tell me, what would it feel like to touch them directly? It would definitely be different from my sister's soft ones, or from Dr. Lin's full ones, right?"

Lu Ming blushed and growled, "Can't you think of anything else in your head?!" But he had to admit that Li Hao's words were like a small hook, scratching at his heart.

"I was just asking," Li Hao chuckled, but his eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Wang Xueling's chest, which was shaking violently as she jumped and spiked the ball. "You know... women who work out have particularly good stamina, right? And when they orgasm... isn't it more intense?"

Lu Ming almost choked on his own saliva: "You...!"

"Want to try?" Li Hao suddenly turned his head, looked at Lu Ming, his eyes flashing with an eerie light, brimming with a kind of frenzied eagerness. "Try possessing her body? Experience it for yourself?"

"Are you crazy?!" Lu Ming exclaimed in a low voice, terrified. "This is the playground! There are so many people here!"

"It didn't say now." Li Hao pursed his lips, but his gaze remained fixed on Wang Xueling. He licked his slightly dry lips. "There's always a chance... Besides, I've discovered that possessing abilities seems to have some new uses..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly fixed on something.

After instructing the girls, Wang Xueling seemed to feel thirsty and walked alone to the small room behind the podium—a relatively secluded place where the physical education teachers stored their personal belongings and rested.

“The opportunity has come,” Li Hao said in a low voice. Then, before Lu Ming could react, he slumped to the side, his body limp against the parallel bars, and his eyes closed.

"Haozi!" Lu Ming was startled and quickly supported him, only to see that Li Hao's breathing was steady, as if he had suddenly fallen asleep from **** exhaustion. But Lu Ming knew that wasn't the case.

He suddenly looked up, towards the direction of the rostrum in the distance.

Wang Xueling had only been in the small room for less than ten seconds when she paused at the doorway, seemingly steadying herself against the doorframe. Then, she came out.

His steps remained steady, and his face showed no particular expression, but his eyes... seemed brighter than before, scanning the playground with a subtle, predatory sharpness.

Her gaze quickly locked onto Lu Ming... and Li Hao, who was "sleeping" against him.

Wang Xueling (or rather, "she" at this moment) frowned slightly and walked straight towards them. Her sneakers clicked steadily on the rubber track. As she approached, the curves of her body beneath her slightly sweat-dampened black sports vest became particularly clear and dazzling in the afternoon sun.

"Lu Ming?" Teacher Wang stopped in front of them, her voice slightly panting from exercise, yet unusually steady. "What happened to Li Hao?"

“Teacher Wang…” Lu Ming’s heart was pounding like a drum. He **** himself to answer, “He…he suddenly said he felt dizzy, and then…”

"Dizzy?" Teacher Wang squatted down and reached out to feel Li Hao's forehead. Because of this movement, her ample breasts almost touched Lu Ming's knees, and a strong scent, mixed with sweat and female hormones, wafted over him. "He seems a little hot; he might have heatstroke. Come on, help me, let's get him to the infirmary first."

Lu Ming dared not refuse and could only lift Li Hao's limp body. Teacher Wang helped support him from the other side, seemingly providing normal assistance, but her hand seemed to "inadvertently" press hard on Li Hao's waist.

The three left the playground in this strange posture, walked through the quiet, tree-lined campus path, and headed towards the infirmary in another building. Along the way, they occasionally encountered other teachers or students, and Teacher Wang calmly explained that the students had suffered heatstroke, without anyone questioning her.

The door to the infirmary was closed.

Teacher Wang went up and knocked on the door: "Dr. Lin? Are you there?"

The door opened, and Lin Wei appeared in the doorway. She had changed into clean casual clothes—a beige cardigan and khaki trousers—but for some reason, a faint blush lingered on her face, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused. She paused for a moment when she saw Teacher Wang and Lu Ming supporting the "****" Li Hao.

"Teacher Wang? This is..."

“One of my students has fainted, possibly due to heatstroke,” Teacher Wang said casually. “Could you please take a look, Dr. Lin? I’ll help this student and him inside.”

Lin Wei stepped aside: "Come in quickly, put me on that examination bed over there."

Lu Ming and Teacher Wang placed Li Hao's body on the examination bed. Li Hao remained motionless with his eyes closed, only his chest rising and falling slightly.

Lin Wei stepped forward, habitually taking out her stethoscope and flashlight, preparing to conduct a preliminary examination. She bent down, unbuttoned the top two buttons of Li Hao's school uniform shirt, listened to his heartbeat, and then looked at his eyelids.

"Her heart rate is a little fast, but still relatively stable, and her pupils are reacting normally..." Lin Wei said softly, her brows furrowed slightly, seemingly somewhat confused. The faint scent of citrus mixed with the smell of disinfectant lingered around Lu Ming's nose.

Just then, Teacher Wang—Li Hao—who was standing next to Lu Ming, suddenly nudged him lightly with his elbow.

Lu Ming turned his head subconsciously.

"Teacher Wang" had her back to Lin Wei, who was examining her, and was facing Lu Ming. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were unusually intense. Her hand slowly unzipped her sports jacket (which she had put on again), and then, under Lu Ming's astonished gaze, pulled down one shoulder strap of the black sports vest underneath!

Honey-colored, firm, and smooth shoulders were exposed, followed by half of a full, rounded breast! A black sports bra (which provides more support and a tighter fit than a regular bra) encased that soft flesh, and because the shoulder strap had slipped, one of the cups was slightly tilted, revealing more of the snow-white flesh and a deep cleavage.

Teacher Wang's hand covered it directly, kneading her left breast forcefully and slowly through the elastic black sports fabric! Her five fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, kneading the full curve into various shapes. She could clearly feel the firm base of her pectoral muscles from training, and the elastic layer of fat covering it. The texture was indeed different from the women she had possessed before, much firmer and more resilient.

"Can you feel it?" Her (his) voice was very low, only Lu Ming could barely hear it, with a slight pant after exercise and an indescribable excitement, "These muscles, this elasticity...aren't they amazing?" As she spoke, she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch the small, hard nipple through the sports bra and twist it forcefully.

Lu Ming's eyes widened, his throat went dry, and he couldn't utter a single word. The scene before him was utterly absurd: the stern physical education teacher, in the infirmary, in front of him and another teacher (though the latter had his back to them), was rubbing his own breasts!

“The best is yet to come,” Li Hao whispered seductively through Wang Xueling’s lips, his hands not stopping but increasing in pressure, kneading her breasts until they deformed beneath the black fabric. “I’ve discovered… when I reach orgasm, my consciousness becomes particularly ‘loose,’ particularly ‘open…”

He paused, looking at Lu Ming's suddenly changed expression, and his smile deepened:

"...It seems possible to 'draw out' a little bit of other people's consciousness and bring it with me."

Lu Ming felt as if he had been struck by lightning, a chill creeping up his spine.

“So, Xiaoming,” Li Hao manipulated Teacher Wang, slowly pulling back the slipped bra strap to cover the lewd scene, but his hand remained pressed against her chest through her clothes, as if savoring the moment, “Do you want to… experience it too?”

His gaze, with a pointed intent, fell upon Lin, the school doctor, who was facing away from them and intently examining Li Hao's "body".

"This time... let's do something different. For example, I'll bring out your 'soul' too... and attach it to her body?"

"Let you taste... what it's like to be a woman? Especially, the taste of a woman who has just been 'used' and whose body still 'remembers' that feeling?"

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Lu Ming's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

The clamor from the playground seemed to come from behind a wall, yet also felt as distant as another world. Reason screamed at the danger and madness, but a dormant restlessness and curiosity stirred up by the bizarre events of the past few days grew wildly like vines within him.

He looked at the strangely burning eyes of "Teacher Wang" before him, then glanced at the gentle and intellectual profile of the school doctor, Lin, beside the examination bed.

"It's... after all, it's PE class time," he heard his own dry voice say, as if trying to convince himself to find a way out, "There's still... quite a long time before class ends..."

Li Hao (inside Wang Xueling's body) smiled triumphantly, a smile mixed with excitement and a sense of control.

"Smart," he murmured, his tone like a hunter watching its prey step into a trap.

"Relax, don't resist, follow my instincts..." Teacher Wang reached out, her dry, warm palm (slightly sweaty from exercise) gently covering Lu Ming's forehead.

Almost simultaneously, Lu Ming felt a strange ****—not a physical push, but a more fundamental, pulling ****, emanating from Teacher Wang's palm, gently yet firmly tugging at something deep within his consciousness.

The world suddenly blurred and overlapped.

He felt as if he had slipped out of his body, floating lightly, his vision becoming a chaotic patchwork of colors and flowing light and shadow. In his ears were the noisy sound of flowing water (or perhaps blood?) and the indistinct voices of two women.

Then, he fell.

It wasn't uncomfortable, just a feeling of being squeezed, warm, and… unfamiliar.

His senses surged back in like a tide.

The first thing he felt was… softness and constraint.

The heavy weight on his chest rose and fell gently with his breath. The soft touch of the knitted sweater rubbed against his chest, bringing a slight itch. His lower body, the fabric of his trousers clung tightly to his legs, and… a more private, damp, sticky feeling lingered at the base of his thighs, a reminder of the absurdity this body had recently experienced.

Lu Ming (now inside Lin Wei's body) suddenly opened his eyes.

His vision cleared. He saw his (Lin Wei's) hands, fair and with neatly trimmed nails. He saw the curves of his body, clad in a beige knit sweater and khaki trousers.

Looking up, he met "Teacher Wang's" face, inches away. That healthy, handsome face now wore an expression of keen interest, like a hunter eyeing its new prey.

"How do you feel, 'Dr. Lin'?" Li Hao asked in Wang Xueling's slightly hoarse voice, his eyes full of mischief.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) opened his mouth, but only managed a soft, confused groan, unique to Lin Wei. He (she) subconsciously looked down at his chest. The full mound was clearly visible beneath the knit sweater. He (she) trembled as he (she) raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then gently pressed it against his left breast. An

unprecedented sensation.

Soft as a cloud, warm, and full of elasticity. As he pressed, the soft flesh deformed in his palm, a small, hard protrusion at the tip brushing against his hand through the fabric, sending a slight electric current through him.

"Ugh..." A short, uncontrollable whimper, typical of a woman, escaped her throat.

Lu Ming was somewhat dazed by this unfamiliar yet intense sensation. His (or her) hand began to explore uncontrollably, sliding from her chest to her waist—much more slender and softer than his own body. It then slid to her buttocks and legs, feeling the full, pert bottom and the straight, long legs beneath her trousers.

It was...so amazing. Was this a woman's body?

Just as he (or she) was immersed in this novel sensory experience, he saw "Teacher Wang" opposite him begin to move.

Li Hao, controlling Wang Xueling's body, deftly began to undress. He first quickly took off her dark blue sports jacket and tossed it aside, then her sneakers.

Next, "her" hand rested on the elastic waistband of her sports trousers.

"What...what are you doing?" Lu Ming (Lin Wei) was startled, her voice filled with panic.

"Helping you explore, good brother." Li Hao grinned, his hands moving without stopping. "Let's get to something more direct."

With a "rip," the athletic pants, along with the underwear (if any), were pulled down below the knees, then completely removed and tossed aside.

Now, "Wang Xueling's" lower body was left only with a pair of black, tight-fitting athletic shorts (originally worn under the pants). The shorts were made of quick-drying fabric, very form-fitting, tightly wrapping around her full hips and firm thighs, outlining every inch of her powerful curves.

But that wasn't all.

Li Hao made "Teacher Wang" bend down and, from an inconspicuous corner under the examination bed, pulled out a pair of...rolled-up, hidden flesh-colored velvet stockings with dark marks on the crotch.

“Look, I’ve prepared your ‘equipment’.” He waved the wet, slippery stockings in his hand, and then, right in front of Lu Ming (Lin Wei), he brazenly took off his athletic shorts as well! His

honey-colored, toned, and shapely buttocks and legs were completely exposed to the air. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Then, he (she) began to pull the wet stockings onto his legs.

The cool, slippery touch against his legs made Li Hao (Wang Xueling) squint comfortably. The soaking wet stockings were very difficult to put on; the nylon clung tightly to his skin, requiring a bit of effort to pull them up. He (she) patiently pulled the stockings from his toes all the way to his waist, the slippery crotch precisely covering his private parts. The cool, erotic touch made his (her) breathing slightly erratic.

After putting on the stockings, he (she) put on the black, tight-fitting athletic shorts again.

Now, “Wang Xueling” looked like she had simply changed into a more fitted pair of athletic shorts. But only Lu Ming (and herself) knew that beneath the shorts were a pair of completely soaked, sticky flesh-colored stockings, and beneath those stockings, an empty, naked, and sensitive lower body. The elastic fabric of the tight-fitting athletic shorts pressed the stockings tightly against her skin, even creating a clearly visible, recessed outline below her abdomen and between her legs—the shape of a woman's vulva, commonly known as a "camel's toe."

"Alright," "Teacher Wang" clapped her hands, straightened up again, and the black tight shorts made the curves of her hips and legs and that alluring indentation even more conspicuous. "Now, it's our turn, Dr. Lin." As

soon as she finished speaking, before Lu Ming (Lin Wei) could react, "she" suddenly lunged forward!

"Ah!" Lu Ming (Lin Wei) exclaimed, caught off guard and knocked down onto another empty examination bed next to her!

The two mature women's bodies pressed tightly together.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) immediately felt the elastic and powerful weight pressing down on her. Wang Xueling's well-trained body was firm and heavy, especially the two mounds pressing against her chest. Even through their clothes, one could feel their astonishing softness and fullness.

"Teacher Wang's" lips were close to "Dr. Lin's" ear, his hot breath escaping:

"Feel it, what it feels like when a woman's breasts collide..."

As he spoke, Li Hao manipulated Wang Xueling's body, rhythmically pressing and rubbing her chest against Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) chest.

The two pairs of full breasts pressed tightly together through the knitted sweater and sports vest, squeezing and deforming against each other. The softness upon softness created a strange, elastic sensation. The friction of the nipples, though through several layers of fabric, was clearly perceptible, sending subtle, chilling electric currents through the air.

"Mmm...uh..." A muffled moan escaped Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) throat, a pleasure he had never experienced before, coming from a woman's body. His (her) hands instinctively tried to push the person off him, but somehow ended up gripping the other's strong arms.

Li Hao (Wang Xueling) looked down at "Lin Wei" beneath him, her gentle face flushed with passion, her eyes glazed, her lips slightly parted, panting. He smiled contentedly, then lowered his head and kissed "her" lips.

Not a gentle kiss, but an aggressive, deep kiss that pried open her teeth. Wang Xueling's tongue, slightly salty from exercise, slipped inside, entwining with Lin Wei's tongue, which carried a faint citrus scent.

At the same time, "her" hands were not idle. One hand moved to "Lin Wei's" back, stroking the curves of her back through her cardigan and bra. His other hand slid down from her side, precisely covering the bulge between "Lin Wei's" legs through her khaki trousers. Through several layers of fabric, he began to slowly and forcefully press and circle.

There, Lin Wei's body was already exceptionally sensitive and moist from the previous "cleaning" and the afterglow of her orgasm; now, with such direct stimulation, it responded almost immediately and passionately.

"Ah...! No... there...!" Lu Ming (Lin Wei) twisted her body violently, trying to escape, but pleasure surged like a tide, washing away her reason. A strange, intense desire from her female genitalia began to rise, and waves of emptiness rippled deep within her lower abdomen.

"Move your own hands too," Li Hao mumbled a command between kisses.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei's) hands, as if drawn by invisible threads, trembled and climbed onto "Teacher Wang's" body. He (or she) first stroked the other's firm, smooth back, feeling the lines of taut muscles, then slowly moved to the front, mimicking the other's actions, and grasped Wang Xueling's full left breast through the slightly damp black sports vest.

The moment he (or she) grasped it, a feeling mixed with surprise, curiosity, and a deeper excitement struck him (or her). That firm yet elastic feel, that heavy weight, and the rapidly hardening protrusion beneath his (or her) palm…

“Yes… that’s it…” Li Hao (or Wang Xueling) encouraged breathlessly, while using his knee to pry open “Lin Wei’s” closed legs, exposing “her” genitals more fully to his (or her) caresses.

Hands kneading breasts, hands caressing between legs, breasts rubbing tightly together, lips and tongues intertwined—the two women lay intertwined on the white examination bed, their writhing limbs and rapid breathing weaving together an incredibly erotic yet bizarre scene.

Pleasure was building.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s body was already in a sensitive state, and under the double stimulation, she quickly reached her breaking point.

"Ugh... I'm... I'm going to come...!" Lin Wei's scream, tinged with sobs, suddenly rose in pitch!

Her body arched upwards abruptly, trembling violently, and a warm, viscous fluid gushed uncontrollably from between her legs, instantly soaking the crotch of her trousers and even leaving a small dark stain on the white sheet beneath her.

Lin Wei's body convulsed in the afterglow of her orgasm, her eyes unfocused, and she gasped for breath.

Li Hao (Wang Xueling) then slowly stopped, withdrawing from "her," kneeling on the examination bed, looking down at the limp and powerless "Dr. Lin," a satisfied look on his face as he admired his work.

But the game wasn't over yet.

"Only the first time, and you're already done?" Li Hao chuckled in Wang Xueling's voice, reaching out to pat "Lin Wei's" flushed cheeks. "The show's just getting started."

With that, he manipulated Wang Xueling's body, turning her back to "Lin Wei," who was still somewhat dazed after her orgasm.

She (he) openly exposed her buttocks, encased in black tight-fitting athletic shorts and slippery flesh-colored stockings, completely to Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) eyes.

Her two honey-colored buttocks were full and firm, exuding power, their rounded curves accentuated by the tight shorts. Even more striking was the way the elastic fabric of the shorts sank deep into her buttocks, revealing the outline of her bare private parts beneath the stockings—the concave slit, due to the slippery stockings and the pressure of the shorts, was exceptionally clear and deep, even revealing the small bulge at the top of the slit, where the clitoris was located, and the faint, moist, dark shape of the entrance below.

The body, still warm from the intense exercise and passion, exuded a more intense, sensual aura, a mixture of sweat and female hormones.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei), still somewhat dazed from his first sexual climax, was momentarily stunned when the sight of this more muscular, aggressive, and visually striking buttocks suddenly appeared in his field of vision, causing him to catch his breath again.

A stronger, indescribable urge surged within him.

"Stunned?" Li Hao (Wang Xueling) turned his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Want to touch?"

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) swallowed, a soft swallowing sound escaping his throat. His hand, as if guided by its own will, trembled and slowly reached out.

His fingertips first gently touched the honey-colored flesh of the buttocks, encased in stockings.

Firm, smooth (because of the stockings), warm from the exertion.

Beneath his fingertips, he could feel the slippery texture of the stockings and the elastic muscles beneath.

As if encouraged, he (or she) covered her entire body with his (or her) palm, fingers spread, and forcefully grasped that full mound of flesh! His (or her) five fingers sank deep into the soft yet firm flesh, feeling the amazing elasticity and heat.

"Mmm..." Wang Xueling's body trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. "Yes, that's it...grasp harder...make me more excited..."

With permission, Lu Ming (or Lin Wei) became bolder. He (or she) began to knead and grasp those two elastic buttocks with both hands, feeling their deformation in his (or her) palms. He (or she) even used his (or her) fingernails to gently scrape the sensitive area at the top of the buttocks through the stockings.

Li Hao (or Wang Xueling)'s breathing became noticeably rapid.

At the same time, "she" also began to move.

One hand went around to her chest, grasped her (or her) left breast again, and kneaded it forcefully through the sports vest, while the other hand rose and touched Lu Ming (or Lin Wei)'s (or Lin Wei's) waist behind her. Her (or her)

fingers skillfully found the buttons and zipper of Lin Wei's (or Lin Wei's) trousers.

"Click."

The sound of a metal zipper sliding open.

"Wait...wait a minute..." Lu Ming (Lin Wei) was startled and wanted to stop, but his hands, kneading the other's buttocks, couldn't bear to stop. His body's reaction was terrifyingly honest—the passage that had just climaxed, upon feeling the coolness of the clothes being removed from her lower body, actually contracted slightly again, releasing a little new wetness.

Li Hao (Wang Xueling) easily pulled off "Lin Wei's" trousers and underwear (what she was wearing underneath), throwing them off the bed.

Now, on the inspection bed, Wang Xueling, kneeling with her back to her, was wearing tight shorts and wet stockings, enjoying the buttock kneading service from the person behind her. And behind her, "Lin Wei," who had just recovered from her climax and whose lower body was already naked, was blushing and panting, her hands deeply embedded in the other's elastic buttocks.

"Ready, Dr. Lin?" Li Hao turned around, his eyes burning, and licked his lips. "Next...is the main course."

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"Ah...! Harder... Yes, right there..."

Under Li Hao's control, Wang Xueling's body began to tremble uncontrollably as "Lin Wei" behind her kneaded and grasped her more and more brazenly and skillfully. Her full, firm buttocks, encased in wet stockings, were wantonly rubbed and deformed in Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) hands. Especially when "Lin Wei's" fingertips sometimes grazed the cleft of her buttocks, and sometimes pressed hard on the most sensitive edge, intense currents of pleasure repeatedly surged through Li Hao's consciousness, and also through this well-trained body.

Near the clearly concave "camel toe" outline at the crotch of her black tight-fitting athletic shorts, a small, deeper patch of moisture gradually spread—proof that her honeypot under the stockings was beginning to secrete more love fluid.

"Haa...!"

Finally, with "Lin Wei's" hands squeezing and kneading her buttocks hard, while her thumbs sank deep into the softest part of the cleft, Wang Xueling's (Li Hao's) body suddenly stiffened, and a suppressed, high-pitched moan escaped her throat. A sharp cramp in her lower abdomen sent a gush of warm liquid gushing from deep within the crotch of her stockings, instantly soaking the inside of the stockings and tight shorts, the dark stain spreading rapidly.

The intense pleasure of orgasm swept through her body, causing her (him) to convulse slightly, her knees buckling, almost collapsing onto the examination table.

But Li Hao quickly steadied himself. He took a few deep breaths, suppressing the lingering effects of the orgasm, and turned his head, his face regaining that smile of control and excitement.

"Not bad, you've learned how to make a woman feel good so quickly?" He licked his dry lips, his eyes gleaming with an even deeper, eager light. "But that's not enough. What kind of skill is that, through pants and stockings?"

"Now, I'll teach you something real."

Li Hao manipulated Wang Xueling to turn around, facing back towards "Lin Wei," who lay limp on the examination table, her eyes wet and glazed, her lower body naked.

He/She reached out, grabbed Lu Ming/Lin Wei's arm, and pulled hard—"Get up."

Lu Ming/Lin Wei was half-**** to sit up, and before he/she could react, he/she was pushed into an awkward position: he/she was kneeling on the examination bed, hands supporting himself/herself in front of him/her, buttocks slightly raised, completely exposing his/her still wet and swollen private parts after his/her orgasm.

At the same time, Wang Xueling/Li Hao was also in front of him/her, facing "her", slowly and seductively crawling down.

Head down, buttocks raised up.

In this way, the two of them were in an upside-down position, facing each other's legs.

Before Lu Ming/Lin Wei could process this sudden position, his/her gaze was **** down, and then, he/she was suddenly hit with a very shocking scene:

just inches away, facing his/her face, was Wang Xueling's buttocks, tightly wrapped in black tight sports shorts, which appeared even more swollen and round due to the crawling position. The shorts were deeply embedded in her buttocks, stretching almost transparently. At the lower edge where her hips met her thighs, the edge of the shorts revealed a patch of wet, semi-transparent flesh-colored stockings, the cuffs tightly gripping her upper thighs, leaving a faint red mark.

But the most striking sight was the crotch area of ​​the stockings.

Soaked and tightly constricted, the stockings at the crotch were almost completely transparent, clinging to her full vulva, outlining every detail with exquisite precision: dark brown, slightly curly pubic hair was pressed against her skin by the stockings, forming a hazy shadow. Her two full, thick, dark labia majora were tightly closed, yet glistened with moisture. At the tip of the cleft, a bright red, engorged clitoris, the size of a peanut, was slightly swollen and erect, its tip peeking out clearly visible beneath the transparent stockings.

Even from the depths of that tightly closed crevice, with "Teacher Wang's" slight breathing and body movements, a clear, viscous liquid slowly seeped out, stretching into thin, silvery threads along the fibers of the stockings and dripping onto the sheets in front of him (her).

A stronger, more intense scent, a mixture of sweat, post-exercise hormones, and female desire, slightly salty and fishy, ​​wafted over, entering "Lin Wei's" nostrils.

"Look closely," Li Hao manipulated Wang Xueling's body, his hips even swaying slightly from side to side, making the wet stocking crotch and delicate private parts appear as a lewd scene before Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) eyes, "A woman's here... is completely different from a man's."

"First, the smell." Wang Xueling's (Li Hao's) voice came from above, with a peculiar, lecturing tone, but her panting betrayed her excitement, "Get familiar with it, accept it."

Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) throat tightened. The taste… unfamiliar, intense, yet not unpleasant; instead, it possessed a primal, instinctive allure.

“Then… use your tongue,” Li Hao continued his “instruction,” while simultaneously feeling Lu Ming’s (Lin Wei’s) warm, hesitant breath above Wang Xueling’s head. “Don’t be afraid, lick the outside first… even through the stockings, feel the softness beneath this barrier.”

As he spoke, he manipulated Lu Ming’s (Lin Wei’s) face, bringing it slightly closer.

The warm, soft touch immediately penetrated the slippery, cool stockings, reaching Wang Xueling’s vulva.

Lu Ming’s (Lin Wei’s) tongue tentatively and gently licked the slippery, transparent stockings, tasting a complex salty, fishy flavor, along with the faint scent of the stockings’ chemical fibers.

But quickly, the taboo and intense stimulation of licking a woman’s most intimate parts through a thin veil overwhelmed everything.

His (her) tongue began to involuntarily increase its pressure and range. Starting from the outer edge of the full labia majora, licking upwards along the moist crevice, all the way to the swollen, erect clitoris.

His tongue, through the soaked stockings, teased, flicked, and circled the small fleshy bead.

"Mmm…!" Wang Xueling (Li Hao)'s body shuddered violently, a suppressed moan escaping from deep within her throat, "Yes… right there, the clitoris is the most sensitive… focus on it…"

Almost simultaneously with Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s movements, Li Hao also manipulated Wang Xueling, lowering his head.

He (she) was facing "Lin Wei's" completely exposed, recently climaxed, still moist, swollen, and slightly parted pink vulva.

Without the obstruction of the stockings, everything was even more direct.

The pink, slightly everted, thick labia minora were glistening with love juice, the vulva slightly open, like an alluring flower. Sparse, soft golden hairs dotted the surrounding area.

Without hesitation, Li Hao buried his face in it.

First, he took a deep breath of the mixture of rich citrus scent and erotic fluids, then stuck out his tongue and, directly and forcefully, licked upwards along the wet crevice!

"Ahhh—!"

Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s body jolted violently, her arms supporting her on the bed almost giving way. An unprecedented, intense pleasure, a mixture of shame and direct violation of her most private parts, surged through her body like a high-voltage current! Li Hao's tongue was agile

and aggressive. It didn't linger on the outside, but directly pried open the soft lips and entered the warm, moist, and slightly contracting entrance of the passage, mimicking the movements of intercourse, gently thrusting in and out, while the tip of his tongue constantly scraped against the sensitive folds of the inner walls.

"Ugh...no...there...it feels so strange...uhh!" Lu Ming (Lin Wei) let out a distorted, tearful moan. Male consciousness made him feel extremely ashamed and panicked about the feeling of being penetrated, but the woman's body reacted honestly and fiercely—a series of tingling and numbing pleasures came from deep inside the passage, and more love juices flowed out uncontrollably, which were all swept away and swallowed by the other's tongue, making a smacking sound.

"How does it feel?" Li Hao, inside Wang Xueling, greedily sucked and licked every inch of tender flesh inside "Lin Wei's" flower cave, feeling the tightness, warmth, and the constant flow of sweetness, while teasingly muttering, "The feeling of being licked... is it comfortable? This is much deeper than stimulating with your hands..."

At the same time, he didn't forget to control Wang Xueling's body to respond to Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) service through the stockings.

"My side... can't be neglected either..." Li Hao manipulated Wang Xueling, her waist slightly thrusting forward, making the crotch of the soaked stockings adhere even more tightly to Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) lips and tongue, "Tongue... stick it in a little... yes... push the stockings in... lick directly to the flesh..."

Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) tongue obediently (or rather, driven by bodily instinct) exerted more ****, even trying to use the tip of his tongue to push open the nearly torn, slippery stockings, wanting to directly contact the skin inside.

In this lewd 69 position, the two licked and sucked each other's most intimate parts.

Their mouths were filled with the salty, sweet, and cloying taste of each other's bodily fluids, and their ears were filled with the sounds of water, sucking, and their increasingly loud, suppressed gasps and moans.

The pleasure was accumulating rapidly and frantically.

Wang Xueling's well-trained body had excellent endurance, and under Li Hao's control and Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) somewhat inexperienced but diligent service, she was quickly pushed to the brink of orgasm again

. As for Lu Ming (Lin Wei), the unprecedented pleasure of having his female genitals stimulated so deeply and continuously had already overwhelmed his consciousness. Apart from instinctively twisting his waist and thrusting his lower body to meet those greedy lips and tongues, his (her) mind was blank.

"It's...it's coming...together..." Li Hao gasped, both announcing and commanding.

He manipulated Wang Xueling, his tongue plunging deep into the very depths of "Lin Wei's" flower cave, forcefully pressing against that soft, sensitive spot, while simultaneously increasing the frequency of licking and sucking, almost drawing the source of the overflowing nectar into his mouth.

Meanwhile, under his guidance, Lu Ming (Lin Wei) finally used the tip of his tongue to break through the slippery stockings, directly licking the swollen, erect, hard clitoris!

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

Almost simultaneously, two sharp, high-pitched, almost unreal female screams erupted in the infirmary!

Wang Xueling's body convulsed violently, her hips thrusting wildly back and forth, streams of hot vaginal fluid gushing violently from the tear in the stockings, from the depths of her flower cave, drenching Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s face!

Meanwhile, on Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) side, the point deep within her flower cave, where the tongue had pressed so forcefully, exploded with intense pleasure, like an electric shock. Accompanied by violent contractions deep within her uterus, a torrent of love fluid, far exceeding any previous surge, gushed forth and poured entirely into Wang Xueling's (Li Hao's) mouth!

The intense pleasure from the double orgasm was like a tsunami, instantly engulfing both possessed bodies and nearly shattering the consciousness within them.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) lay limp on the examination bed, drenched in sweat, her eyes unfocused, her lower abdomen still twitching slightly.

Wang Xueling (Li Hao) lay between "her" legs, catching her breath after a while, slowly raising her head, her face and chin covered in a glistening, viscous liquid.

Li Hao manipulated Wang Xueling, slowly sitting up, looking at the limp "Lin Wei" before him, the messy scene between them, and the intense scent of lust in the air. He extended his tongue, still wanting more.

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"...Isn't that enough?" Li Hao (Wang Xueling's voice) looked at "Lin Wei," who was slumped on the examination bed and trembling, with a hoarse voice after the climax and a hint of satisfied laughter.

The intense afterglow still washed over Lu Ming's consciousness. He (or she) lay there, panting heavily. Lin Wei's body was so limp that it felt as if her bones had been removed. Every inch of her skin still retained the aftershocks of the **** pleasure she had just experienced, especially between her legs, which were wet and slippery, still slightly opening and closing. The empty longing was even stronger than before the climax.

My mind was a jumbled mess. The woman's sensory experience was more intense than I could have imagined—the feeling of being filled, sucked, until it exploded… completely different from when I was a man, more lingering, more profound, even carrying a dizzying desire to be completely possessed.

"It's almost time for get out of class to end." Li Hao glanced at the wall clock; there wasn't much time left in gym class. He manipulated Wang Xueling's body, calmly adjusting himself—pulling up the slipped straps of her sports vest, pulling off her soaking wet, sticky, and greasy flesh-colored stockings along with her tight-fitting sports shorts, tossing them casually onto the chair beside her, and then putting her dark blue sports pants back on. As he moved, her firm, full, honey-colored buttocks and legs, and her bare genitals, were unabashedly displayed before Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) eyes.

After putting on his pants, Li Hao (Wang Xueling) turned to Lu Ming, a playful look in his eyes: "Is the next class the homeroom teacher's class? Math?"

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) nodded slowly, her voice, characteristic of Lin Wei, carrying a lingering languor and a hint of confusion: "Mm..."

Li Hao grinned: "That makes things easier. I'll use Teacher Wang's identity to ask for leave for you two. Just say... Li Hao has heatstroke and needs to be observed, Lu Ming, you stay and take care of him." He pointed to the still "****" Li Hao on the inspection bed, "How about that, pretty considerate, right?"

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) was about to nod when Li Hao changed the subject: "However, Teacher Wang has other grades to teach this afternoon and can't stay here. In other words... this 'care' can only be done by one person."

His gaze fell on Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s face, and his smile deepened: "This opportunity is yours, my good brother. After all... you've just 'got the hang of it,' and you still have a lot of 'feelings' to 'get used to' this new body, right?"

Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s heart skipped a beat.

One person... stays here... using Dr. Lin's body...

Li Hao said no more. He manipulated Wang Xueling to walk to the door, but then stopped. He glanced back at the wet, slippery stockings on the chair, and at "Lin Wei," who was still panting slightly and had a dazed look in her eyes. A wicked smile appeared on his lips: "Enjoy yourself. See you after school."

After saying that, he opened the door, and his tall, muscular figure disappeared outside, his footsteps quickly fading into the distance.

The infirmary fell silent once more.

Only Lu Ming (Lin Wei) and the "****" Li Hao's body remained.

After a few seconds of deathly silence, Lu Ming (Lin Wei) slowly and laboriously sat up from the examination bed. Her female body was still limp, especially her thighs, which were so weak and sore that she could barely support herself.

His (or her) gaze, uncontrollably, fell upon the flesh-colored stockings on the chair that belonged to Wang Xueling, soaked in dark moisture at the crotch, still stained with some dried white fluid and glistening love juice.

The stockings, rolled up in a ball and carelessly tossed there, exuded a strong allure, a mixture of sweat, female hormones, and erotic scents.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Lu Ming (Lin Wei) reached out and took it.

The stockings felt cool and slippery to the touch, and the crotch area was especially wet, heavy, and sticky.

He/She brought the stockings to his/her nose and took a deep, greedy breath.

A strong, almost **** scent of desire from another fit woman's body filled my nostrils—salty, slightly sweet, mixed with the unique smell of sweat after exercise and the lewd feeling of being ravaged. It was Wang Xueling's, and Li Hao's too; it was the most direct evidence of the frenzied sex we had just had.

The taste stimulated the nerves, igniting a flame deep in the lower abdomen that had been temporarily suppressed by the orgasm but quickly reignited.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s breathing quickened again, her eyes becoming hazy and yearning. He (or she) almost grabbed the stockings, reaching directly between her still-wet and sticky legs...

Just then—

"Hmm..."

A muffled groan came from the examination bed next to it.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) was startled, as if she had been caught red-handed as a thief. She hurriedly hid the stockings behind her back and turned around to look.

Li Hao's body stirred and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was initially unfocused, but then quickly focused, and he immediately saw "Dr. Lin" sitting on the bed next to him, disheveled (Lin Wei's trousers were still on), with a flushed face and a flustered look in her eyes, as well as a glimpse of a stocking behind "her".

On Li Hao's (original form) face, there was no surprise or doubt. Instead, he revealed a knowing smile, even a roguish smile that seemed to indicate he was looking forward to a good show.

He didn't say anything, but just raised an eyebrow at Lu Ming (Lin Wei), his smile widening, before nimbly getting out of bed and stretching his neck.

"Looks like you've taken good care of me, Dr. Lin." He joked casually, as if everything that had just happened was perfectly normal. "I'll head back to the classroom now. You... continue to rest?"

After saying that, without waiting for a response, he walked straight to the door, opened it, and went out, closing the door behind him.

"Click".

The soft click of the door lock closing completely isolated the infirmary into an absolutely private space.

Now, only "Lin Wei" is left.

After a brief silence, an even more unrestrained and reckless desire overwhelmed Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) reason like a tidal wave.

He/She no longer concealed himself/herself, directly bringing the wet, slippery stockings to his/her face, taking another deep sniff, then burying his/her cheek in it, rubbing it vigorously, feeling the cool, slippery touch and rich aroma.

Not enough... still not enough...

An even bolder, more perverse idea popped into my head.

He/She unfolded the stockings and slipped one leg over his/her right hand. Because the stockings were a bit small (Wang Xueling's feet were slightly smaller than Lin Wei's), the slippery, tight nylon clung tightly to Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) right palm and forearm, creating a strange feeling of constriction and a sensation as if there were a thin film between them.

The right hand has some limited mobility, but it's enough for touching myself.

My left hand is still free.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) looked down at her naked lower body, at the muddy, slippery, slightly open pink area, and then looked up at her heaving chest under her beige knitwear.

He (or she) first used his (or her) right hand, which was covered in stockings, to tremble and cover his (or her) bare left breast.

Through a layer of wet, sticky stockings, stained with his bodily fluids and scent, she caressed and kneaded her own breasts.

It was an incredibly strange and stimulating sensation. Her own breasts were deformed in her palms, the slippery stockings amplified the sensitivity of her skin, and the lingering scent of Wang Xueling/Li Hao on the stockings constantly stimulated her sense of smell, as if another person was caressing and violating her from afar.

"Mmm..." A suppressed groan.

He (or she) increased the pressure of the kneading, his right hand fingers twisting the nipples that had become erect again through the stockings, while his left hand went directly between his legs, without the slightest hesitation, and inserted two fingers together into the depths of his wet and warm passage!

"Haa—!"

A strong feeling of fullness and familiar pleasure surged up instantly. Fingers rapidly thrust and probed within the tight, slippery flesh, searching for sensitive spots.

Her right hand kneaded her breasts through someone else's stockings, while her left hand moved wildly in and out of her own body.

Sight, touch, smell... all the senses are filled with a pleasure mixed with the scent of others and self-desecration.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, her eyes unfocused, her lips slightly parted, emitting intermittent, sweet moans. Her body writhed and swayed like a reed in the wind, welcoming the invasion of her hands.

The pleasure accumulated extremely quickly. Perhaps it was because the body was unusually sensitive after just experiencing an orgasm, perhaps it was because this perverse way of playing brought extra stimulation, or perhaps... it was some kind of addictive effect left on this body after being "used" by Li Hao.

"I'm...I'm going to come...!" he (or she) murmured in a daze, his (or her) fingers suddenly quickening their thrusting, pressing hard against that one spot deep inside.

Just as the climax was about to erupt, Lu Ming (Lin Wei) caught a glimpse of the pair of off-white low-heeled leather shoes she had taken off under the bed.

An even more absurd command took control of the body.

He/She abruptly stopped what he/she was doing with his/her left hand, quickly bent down, and grabbed one of the high heels.

Then, she lay back down, spread her legs, and aimed the top of her clean high heel at her wet, slightly open vulva.

Her right hand, through the stockings, kneaded and pressed her left nipple harder, while her left hand inserted two fingers into her vagina again, pressing against her G-spot and frantically digging and rotating them!

"ah--!!!"

With a high-pitched, almost incoherent scream, another surge of warm, gushing love fluid shot out from the depths of her violently contracting and spasming flower cave as if she had lost control of her bladder!

"Pfft...whoosh..."

A large amount of clear, viscous liquid, still containing wisps of white turbidity (perhaps residue from before?), was precisely poured into the cavity of the off-white high heel, making a clear splashing sound. Some of the liquid even splashed onto the shoe's surface and onto "Lin Wei's" own thighs and lower abdomen.

The afterglow of the climax made her body tremble continuously, and her flower cave was still contracting intermittently, overflowing with the last of her nectar.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) lay slumped on the examination bed, his chest heaving violently. His right hand, clad in a wet, slippery stocking, rested limply on his bare chest, while his left hand slipped from between his soaked legs, his fingertips still glistening with semen. The high heel, saturated with love fluid, lay askew between his (or her) legs, the liquid inside sloshing about, reflecting a lewd sheen under the light.

The infirmary was filled with an intense, almost overwhelming, scent of lust and bodily fluids.

Just then—

"Click".

The sound of the doorknob turning.

Then came the soft sound of the door being pushed open.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei), who was immersed in the emptiness and vacancy after the ultimate climax, looked in the direction of the sound, dull and bewildered.

At the entrance, Ms. Wang, the class's homeroom teacher, stood there, dressed in a well-fitting gray suit skirt, with light gray stockings covering her legs, and carrying a math textbook and lesson plan under her arm.

She seemed to have just finished teaching, a hint of seriousness still lingering on her face. But at this moment, her always sharp eyes were slightly widened, taking in the chaotic scene inside the infirmary:

On the examination bed, school doctor Lin Wei was disheveled (her knitted sweater was crumpled, a small wet patch appeared on her chest, and her lower body was completely naked), her legs were spread wide, and her crotch and lower body were slippery and muddy. Her right hand was covered by a soaking wet flesh-colored stocking that clearly didn't belong to her, pressed against her chest. Beside her left hand and leg lay a high-heeled shoe filled with murky liquid. The air was thick with a pungent, sweet, fishy smell, a mixture of bodily fluids and lust.

And there were other clothes scattered on the chair next to it, and another empty examination bed.

Teacher Wang's gaze slowly swept over every detail in the room, finally settling on the face of "Lin Wei," who was slumped on the bed.

That gentle and intellectual face was now flushed with an unusual blush, her eyes were unfocused and glazed, her lips were slightly swollen and still glistening with moisture.

Their eyes met.

The air was deathly silent.

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"...Dr. Lin?"

The homeroom teacher's voice, still carrying the authority of a lecturer, came from the doorway, but a few decibels lower than usual.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s mind went blank for a moment with a "buzz"! The immense fear, shame, and panic of being caught in the act were like ice water poured over his head, completely waking him from the post-orgasmic daze!

He or she sprang out of bed almost reflexively—this movement aggravated their sore lower body, causing their legs to buckle and almost causing them to fall back down.

"I...I..." Lin Wei's voice trembled uncontrollably. She frantically tried to pull off the wet, slippery stockings on her right hand, but the nylon clung tightly to her skin, and she couldn't get them off for a moment. She grabbed at the trousers and underwear scattered beside her, but bumped into the high heel that was filled with her own love juice.

"Splash..."

A murky, viscous liquid spilled from the shoe opening, splashing onto the sheets and floor with a clear splashing sound, and its strong odor instantly filled the air.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) blushed completely to the roots of her ears, wishing she could dig a hole and disappear into it immediately.

However, the expected stern questioning from the homeroom teacher, the shocked look, and even the possible reprimand and reporting did not occur.

Teacher Wang stood quietly at the door, her gaze calmly sweeping over the messy room, over his (or her) flustered and helpless movements, over the spilled liquid on the floor and the crooked high heel, and over the flesh-colored stockings that he (or she) couldn't pull off, soaking wet and clearly not belonging to "Lin Wei".

Then, the corners of the homeroom teacher's mouth curved upwards very subtly.

It wasn't a smile of surprise or disgust, but rather a smile that conveyed understanding, appreciation, and even a hint of amusement.

"Click".

Just when Lu Ming (Lin Wei) thought the other party would close the door and leave or rush in to question him, Teacher Wang gently closed the door of the infirmary with her other hand, and even gently moved the latch on the inside of the door to the deadbolt position.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) froze, her heart pounding, and an even more ominous premonition welled up inside her.

Ms. Wang, with her textbook and lesson plans tucked under her arm, walked in unhurriedly, wearing light gray stockings and black low-heeled leather shoes. Her steps were steady, carrying the composure of someone patrolling the classroom.

But as she walked, Lu Ming (Lin Wei) noticed that her calves, encased in light gray stockings, seemed to be trembling slightly. And her breathing... although she tried her best to keep it steady, it was slightly more rapid than usual.

The homeroom teacher walked to the center of the room, stopped, and looked Lu Ming (Lin Wei) up and down before finally landing on her hand, which was still covered by wet stockings and was trembling slightly with nervousness.

"So flustered?" Teacher Wang raised an eyebrow, her voice still steady, but with a peculiar, almost cheerful tone. "Dr. Lin... were you really engrossed in your 'rest' just now?"

Referring to herself as "Dr. Lin" instead of "Lin Wei"—this subtle difference in address and tone...

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) suddenly looked up and met the eyes of her homeroom teacher.

Those were still those familiar, sharp, and serious eyes. But at this moment, deep within those eyes, there seemed to be a glimmer... a familiar light? A light that only appeared when Li Hao's prank succeeded or when he discovered some interesting prey.

Could it be...?!

As if to confirm his guess, what happened next completely deviated from common sense.

As Teacher Wang continued her questioning in that authoritative, scrutinizing tone, she said, "The infirmary is a place for students to see a doctor. It's not appropriate for Dr. Lin to be doing this here, is it? And taking other teachers' things..." Her gaze pointedly swept towards the flesh-colored stocking, "...and making it like this."

But at the same time, she was doing something completely contrary to the content of the question—

She raised her hand, and with an elegant and natural movement, unbuttoned her gray suit jacket. One button, two buttons… the jacket opened, revealing a white fitted shirt underneath.

Then, without stopping, her hand went around to her back and fumbled around until she found the zipper on the side of the knee-length suit skirt.

"Sizzle..."

The sound of a metal zipper sliding down was particularly jarring in the quiet infirmary.

The gray suit dress immediately became loose at the waist.

The homeroom teacher's face was expressionless, as if she were simply taking off a jacket because she was hot. But her fingers had already slipped inside the loosened waistband of her skirt, and through a layer of light gray stockings and thin underwear, they began to lightly slide up and down along the cleft of her buttocks.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) stared wide-eyed at the incredibly bizarre scene before him: a homeroom teacher, known for his seriousness and rigidity, was questioning him (her) about his (her) "indiscretion" in the tone of a discipline director, while in front of "her" he took off his skirt and... even touched his buttocks through his stockings!

This stark contrast and sense of incongruity struck his perception like a heavy blow.

There is only one conclusion.

“You…you are…” Lu Ming (Lin Wei)’s voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.

"What is it?" Teacher Wang (Li Hao) finally stopped his hypocritical "interrogation," his lips curling into a wide grin, revealing a mischievous and excited smile that was completely out of place for a homeroom teacher. "What, you're allowed to possess the beautiful Lin and 'rest,' but I'm not allowed to care about the 'physical and mental health' of my subordinates?"

It really was him! And he'd changed his target again! This time it was our homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang!

"Haozi, you..." Lu Ming (Lin Wei) was about to say something when she was interrupted by the other party.

"Shh..." Teacher Wang (Li Hao) put a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence, but his eyes became even more dangerous. "Our class monitor and our sports committee member... have such a good relationship, they even skip class together, and even come to the infirmary... to 'take care' of their classmates?"

As she spoke, she pulled off her completely loose gray suit skirt and tossed it casually onto the chair beside her. Now, she was only wearing light gray pantyhose and a matching lace pantyhose on her lower body. The pantyhose clung tightly to her long, shapely legs, and the pantyhose outlined her full buttocks, giving off a soft sheen in the light.

But her movements didn't stop. Her hand touched her buttocks again, this time without through her clothes. Her fingers slipped directly under the top edge of her stockings, sliding down her smooth lower back, then into the edge of her panties, touching the soft flesh of her buttocks.

“Let me guess,” she slowly approached Lu Ming (Lin Wei), her stockinged toes almost touching his bare feet, “Did our ‘Dr. Lin’ just now… receive ‘care’ from Teacher Wang Xueling quite comfortably? Hmm?”

The "hmm" sound rose at the end, carrying a blatant teasing and a kind of intimate "shared secret."

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) instinctively stepped back, but there was only a cold wall behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Seeing the look of fear mixed with a hint of shame and anger on "Lin Wei's" face, Li Hao (inside Teacher Wang's body) smiled even more deeply, a sadistic desire to control the whole situation mixed with excitement surging up.

He was no longer satisfied with verbal teasing and slow approach.

Just as Lu Ming (Lin Wei) thought he was about to say something, Teacher Wang (Li Hao) suddenly lunged forward!

His movements were so swift that he was completely unlike the usual bespectacled, refined homeroom teacher! He was more like a cheetah that had been poised to pounce!

"Ah!" Lu Ming (Lin Wei) only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before she was slammed against the wall by a strong ****!

Teacher Wang (Li Hao) slammed his right hand against the wall beside her head with a loud thud, creating a standard, aggressive "wall slam" position. His left hand flashed out, grabbing Lin Wei's right wrist—still covered in wet stockings and pressed against her chest—and forcefully pulling it away from her chest, slamming it against the wall.

Their bodies pressed tightly together instantly.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) could clearly feel the warmth emanating from the other woman's body beneath her open suit jacket and white shirt, as well as the pressure from her breasts—not as full as Wang Xueling's, but still soft and elastic. Even more clearly, he could feel the woman's noticeably faster heartbeat emanating from through the thin shirt.

And then there was that… a delicate perfume scent, different from the lingering citrus fragrance on Lin Wei and the sporty aura on Wang Xueling, belonging to a mature working woman, and… a hint of the same rising, hot, sensual scent, belonging to a woman.

"Haozi! What are you doing! Let go!" Lu Ming (Lin Wei) struggled, but women's bodies are inherently weaker, not to mention that her body was sore and powerless after experiencing a series of orgasms. All her struggles were futile under the pressure of the other party's well-trained arms.

"What are you doing?" Teacher Wang (Li Hao) brought her face extremely close, so close that Lu Ming (Lin Wei) could see the crazy and burning light flashing in her eyes behind her glasses, and feel her warm and rapid breath on his cheek. "Weren't you enjoying yourself just now? You were having so much fun all by yourself..."

Her knees rose and pressed precisely and forcefully between "Lin Wei's" legs, pressing against that already wet and sensitive soft area through a thin layer of flesh-colored stockings (Lin Wei's legs were still bare).

"..." Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s body suddenly stiffened, and a current surged from the part that was being pressed against.

"Now, let me, your 'homeroom teacher,' take good care of you?" Li Hao's voice was even lower, with a commanding and unquestionable tone.

Before she finished speaking, her free left hand had already loosened its grip on Lu Ming's (Lin Wei) wrist and moved downwards.

Without the slightest hesitation or testing, he directly covered Lin Wei's naked, slippery crotch.

"Ugh—!" Lu Ming (Lin Wei) suddenly tilted his head back, the back of his head hitting the wall, letting out a muffled groan.

That hand wasn't gentle; it even carried a hint of punishment and manipulation. First, it covered her with its entire palm, forcefully rubbing and squeezing her full labia and wet pubic hair, feeling the muddy, warm wetness. Then, two fingers came together, like the most skilled invader, effortlessly piercing into that still moist and tight passage along the slippery love fluid!

"Ugh—!!" The feeling of being completely invaded and filled, even stronger than when he touched himself before, made Lu Ming (Lin Wei) tremble violently and almost lose his balance.

"So wet... Looks like 'Teacher Wang' fed you quite well just now..." Li Hao chuckled softly, feeling the tightness, warmth, and constant flow of lubrication from his fingertips. His fingers began to thrust rapidly in and out of the passage, each time deep and forceful, his knuckles bent, searching for and precisely pressing the sensitive G-spot.

At the same time, she withdrew her right hand, which had been resting against the wall, and slipped it inside her open shirt, kneading her left breast forcefully through her bra. Wang's breasts were slightly smaller than Lin Wei's, but beautifully shaped, firm, and incredibly elastic.

While violating "Lin Wei" with her fingers, she rubbed her own chest through her clothes, suppressing and comfortable moans escaping her throat. Behind her glasses, her eyes were fixed on Lu Ming's (Lin Wei's) face, which was contorted and flushed with pleasure, enjoying the double stimulation and the sense of power to control the pleasure of others.

"How is it... 'Dr. Lin'? Is it comfortable to be 'punished' like this by your own homeroom teacher?" Her voice was broken and her breath was unsteady, but every word was like a small hammer hitting Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s shame.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) bit her lip, trying to resist the overwhelming pleasure that almost drowned her reason. But her body betrayed her will, involuntarily twisting her waist back and forth with the thrusting of the other's fingers, craving deeper penetration and more friction. The inner walls of the passage greedily sucked on the invading fingers, each scrape bringing out more sticky, wet sounds.

"Ha...ha...no...don't..." He (or she) shook his (or her) head, uttering broken rejections, but his (or her) body arched honestly, pushing his (or her) lower body deeper into the other's (or her) palm.

"You say no, but your body says otherwise..." Li Hao chuckled, his fingers suddenly quickening and intensifying, almost maliciously digging and twisting. "Looks like I'll have to make sure you remember who's in charge..."

The pleasure piled up like a tsunami, quickly surging to its peak.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei)'s body tensed, his toes pointed upwards, and every muscle in his body spasmed. When the other person's fingers once again pressed hard to the deepest point, he (or she) could no longer endure it—

"Aaaaaahh ...

A sharp, high-pitched scream, tinged with sobs, rang out again! A large amount of love fluid gushed out from the spasming, contracting flower cave as if she had lost control of her bladder, pouring onto Li Hao's fingers and forearms, and splashing onto their legs and the ground.

However, Li Hao did not stop because of the other party's second climax.

Conversely, as Lu Ming (Lin Wei) trembled violently from the orgasm and was about to slide down the wall, he suddenly pulled out his wet fingers and covered her wet and swollen vulva with his entire palm again, rubbing and pressing her more forcefully and quickly, especially focusing on the swollen and erect clitoris.

"Wait...wait...it's no use...it really's no use...ah—!!"

Having just experienced an orgasm, the body is exceptionally sensitive. Such continuous and brutal stimulation almost immediately drags it back into the abyss of desire. A new wave of pleasure doesn't even have time to build up before it's superimposed and explodes on the afterglow of the old orgasm!

Within a mere ten seconds, Lu Ming (Lin Wei) was **** to experience a second, even more intense and ferocious, climax! Her body convulsed violently as if electrocuted, tears and saliva flowed uncontrollably, and only a hoarse, almost suffocating sound remained in her throat. The love fluid she ejaculated had become thinner, but the amount was still astonishing.

Two consecutive orgasms, with extremely short intervals and extremely high intensity, almost drained all the strength and consciousness from this body.

Lu Ming (Lin Wei) finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her legs gave way, and she slid down the wall and landed on the ground. Leaning against the wall, her head was tilted to one side, her eyes were unfocused and empty, her chest was heaving violently, her whole body was soaked in sweat, and her crotch was a mess, with her swollen vulva still slightly open and oozing clear fluid.

Completely paralyzed, unable to move even a single finger.

Teacher Wang (Li Hao) stood in front of him (her), looking down at the beautiful school doctor who had collapsed to the ground, panting and dazed. She withdrew her equally wet hand, sniffed it, and a satisfied yet wicked smile appeared on her face.

She slowly straightened her open shirt, casually wiped her love-soaked fingers on her gray stockings, then bent down and picked up her suit skirt that she had taken off from the floor.

"It seems that 'Dr. Lin' is indeed quite 'sick' today and needs to 'rest' properly." She put her skirt back on, zipped it up, and buttoned up her suit jacket, reverting to her meticulous homeroom teacher persona, though her cheeks still had a lingering blush and her breathing was slightly rapid.

She walked to the door, glanced back at "Lin Wei" slumped on the floor, her eyes vacant, adjusted her glasses, and spoke in her usual calm tone:

"I'll help you and those two classmates ask for leave from your afternoon classes."

"Get some rest, Dr. Lin."

After saying that, she opened the door, went out, and gently closed it behind her.

The infirmary fell silent once more.

All that remained was Lu Ming (Lin Wei), who lay limp on the ground, in a daze, and the room filled with an overwhelming, decadent atmosphere of bodily fluids and lust.

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(Continuing from the previous episode: Lu Ming and Lin Wei collapsed to the ground. Li Hao manipulated the homeroom teacher to leave the infirmary and prepare to return to class.)

The corridor was brighter than the infirmary, carrying a hint of afternoon heat. Li Hao (Teacher Wang) walked steadily toward the teaching building, his legs, encased in light gray stockings, moving with his usual, slightly rigid steps. His black low-heeled shoes clicked rhythmically on the terrazzo floor. His (or her) face had regained its usual serious expression, but the eyes behind his (or her) glasses were brighter than usual, and his (or her) breathing was deeper than usual.

The math textbook and lesson plans tucked under his arm seemed a little uncomfortable, but more than that, it was the restlessness within his body, rekindled by the "activities" he'd just had in the infirmary, a restlessness that hadn't been fully satisfied. Lin Wei's tight, slippery body, the intense contractions during orgasm, and the thrill of controlling others, especially his best friend (even though she was in female form), were all stimulating his nerves. Now, this body, belonging to a strict homeroom teacher, was also being dominated by this lingering excitement and a thrill of "doing something naughty."

When I pushed open the door to the classroom of Class 3, Grade 11, the lazy atmosphere of the lunch break had not completely dissipated. Several students were yawning, but when they saw the homeroom teacher come in, they immediately straightened their backs.

"Class begins." Teacher Wang (Li Hao) walked to the podium, put down his textbook and lesson plan, and spoke calmly, revealing no emotion.

"Stand up—Good morning, teacher!"

"Hello, students, please have a seat."

The usual procedure. Li Hao skillfully opened his lesson plan and began explaining today's topic—the monotonicity of functions. His explanation was logically clear, his speech was steady, and his handwriting on the blackboard was neat—everything was exactly like the strict but professional Mr. Wang he always was.

However, only the students below the podium noticed a subtle difference.

Today, Ms. Wang seemed to be standing unusually close to the lectern. Almost her entire lower body was pressed against the lectern's side panel. Moreover, when she wrote on the blackboard, her body would occasionally sway slightly back and forth. When erasing the blackboard, the movement of her raised arm seemed more forceful than usual, her shoulders and neck were taut, and her chest rose and fell slightly with the movement.

What's even more noticeable is her expression. Although she remains serious most of the time, occasionally, when she turns to face a student to ask a question, or when she looks down at her book, her brows will furrow slightly, her lips will purse even tighter, and a very faint, unnatural blush will always linger on her cheeks.

The students sitting in the front row exchanged glances, some of them puzzled, but no one dared to say anything.

(Li Hao's perspective from behind the podium)

Chalk dust floats in the air, and the rustling sound of students taking notes fills the air... These usually mundane scenes take on a strange, almost immoral quality at this moment.

He is now Teacher Wang, the homeroom teacher whom all students revere. Right here, in front of the entire class of over forty students, he brazenly commits the most depraved act.

The height of the lectern was just enough to conceal his movements below the waist. He slightly parted his legs, letting his thighs, encased in light gray stockings, press against the cool wooden board on the inside of the lectern. Then, his right hand slipped silently from under the lectern, brushing against the side of his suit skirt, his fingers deftly slipping through the gap between the skirt's waistband and the stocking's cinched waistband, and inside.

The fingertips easily found the edge of the underwear, and then plunged in.

Hmm...

As he explained the example problem in a steady tone, he felt the wet, slippery sensation on his fingertips—this body had clearly been aroused by the scene in the infirmary and his deliberate teasing, and the crotch of his underwear was already a little wet.

Slide your fingers along the damp crevice and find that slightly protruding little fleshy bead.

"...Therefore, when the derivative is greater than zero, the function is monotonically increasing..." His voice was completely calm, but his fingertips had already begun to slowly and circulate as he pressed on the sensitive clitoris.

A subtle, tingling pleasure spread like an electric current.

He paused at the opportune moment, pretending to think, and pushed up his glasses with his left hand, actually to cover up the momentary shift in his gaze and the slight erratic breathing.

“Look here,” he turned and wrote the key steps on the blackboard with chalk, his body moving with increased intensity. Under the cover of the lectern, his fingers pressing on the clitoris also increased the pressure slightly and began to slide up and down in small motions.

"Ha..." A barely audible gasp was suppressed in his throat. He quickly finished writing, then turned back, his left hand seemingly casually resting on the edge of the lectern, but actually to steady his slightly trembling body.

No, just the bottom doesn't seem to be enough.

His gaze fell on his chest, which was covered by a white shirt. Ms. Wang's breasts weren't particularly full, but they were well-shaped, and even with the fitted shirt and bra, they still had a noticeable bulge.

While explaining a simple concept, and during a break when the students were looking down at their books and thinking, he raised his left hand from the edge of the podium, seemingly just stretching his arm, and then "naturally" lowered it back to his chest, his palm covering his left breast through his shirt.

He first gently pressed his fingertips against the soft mound, feeling its fullness beneath. Then, he adjusted the position of his fingers, precisely finding and pinching the nipple of the left breast through several layers of fabric.

"...Does everyone understand this definition?" he asked, while fiddling with the hardened little dot with his fingertips.

The kneading through a shirt and bra isn't as stimulating as direct skin contact, but the secretive, taboo feeling of self-desecration in public amplifies the pleasure many times over. What's more, there are dozens of students below the stage, filled with awe and completely unaware of his (or her) actions.

The pleasure was building. A familiar heat surged deep in her lower abdomen, and the area of ​​wetness between her legs was expanding. Each time her fingertips brushed against her clitoris, it brought an even stronger shiver.

But this superficial approach gradually became insufficient.

His gaze swept over the chalk box on the lectern. Inside were neatly arranged white chalk, and some colored chalk as well.

A bolder, more wicked idea popped into my head.

He sped up his speech, quickly explaining a relatively simple point of knowledge in a few minutes, and then closed the textbook.

"Next, we'll do a short quiz to reinforce what we just covered." Teacher Wang's (Li Hao's) voice remained steady, but carried an undeniable air of command. "Class representative, distribute these exercises."

The class representative sitting in the first row was taken aback, as there had been no prior notice of a pop quiz. However, the homeroom teacher's authority prevented her from asking any further questions. She immediately stood up, took the worksheets, and began distributing them.

A slight commotion and the sound of flipping through test papers arose in the classroom. Although the students were puzzled, they all obediently buried their heads and began to work on the questions.

Looking down at the rows of black heads, a very subtle, fleeting smile appeared on Li Hao's lips.

The time has come.

He stepped back, completely concealing himself behind the large podium. The tip pressed against the already slippery opening. The wet fingers easily parted the sticky labia.

He took a slight breath, used his waist and abdomen to slowly and firmly push the piece of chalk inward.

The rough, hard, and cold texture contrasted sharply with the warm, soft, and slippery mucous membrane inside. The chalk's surface was not smooth, and when pushed in, it brought a clear, slightly abrasive feeling of foreign intrusion, a bit swollen, a little stinging, but more than anything, an indescribable, perverse pleasure of being forcibly filled.

"Hmm..." He tilted his head back again, clenched his teeth, and barely managed to swallow the groan that almost escaped his lips.

The chalk wasn't long, and soon only a small section remained sticking out. The rough column was completely submerged in the wet, tight passage, stuck inside, rubbing against the inner walls with the slight trembling of his body.

This feeling of a foreign object is even stronger and more noticeable than the sensation of a finger. With every breath and every tiny movement of the body, one can feel that hard, cold thing inside.

His free left hand went to his chest again, kneading his breasts more forcefully through his shirt, while his right index finger pressed against his clitoris again, rubbing it up and down quickly and forcefully.

Under the dual stimulation, the pleasure surged like a tidal wave, even more intense than before.

Their breathing became completely erratic, their chest heaving violently, and even the buttons of their white shirt seemed to be under extra pressure. Their legs, encased in grey stockings, trembled uncontrollably behind the podium, their knees buckling inwards, rubbing against the nylon fabric with a barely audible rustling sound. Their cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and their glasses were fogged up.

Below the podium, the students were focused on the questions in front of them, the sound of pens scratching across paper making a soft rustling noise. Occasionally, someone would look up in confusion towards the podium, only able to see the upper body of the homeroom teacher, and... her face, which seemed redder than usual, and her slightly trembling hand pressed against her chest (they assumed she was smoothing her shirt or clutching her stomach?).

No one knew what kind of depraved, shameless, and shocking act of masturbation was taking place beneath their beloved homeroom teacher's suit skirt and between her legs encased in light gray stockings.

The pleasure surged and accumulated wildly within her, like water about to boil. The rough surface of the chalk rubbed against her sensitive folds, and the pressure of her fingers on her clitoris reached its limit.

"Ha...ha..." Li Hao's breathing grew heavier and heavier, almost uncontrollable. He suddenly covered his mouth with his left hand, silencing the groan that was about to escape his lips, while the movements of his right hand fingers accelerated to an almost frantic speed, rubbing and pressing the already swollen flesh.

It's there...it's there...

A powerful, unprecedented spasm erupted from deep within the uterus, instantly engulfing the entire body!

"Ugh—!!!"

A muffled cry, though tightly covered by a hand, still managed to escape through the fingers, suddenly erupted! (Continued from last time)

His body tensed abruptly, like a bowstring stretched to its limit. His left hand pressed tightly against his mouth, his knuckles turning white from the ****, and a ****, hoarse sound escaped his throat. His eyes behind his glasses widened abruptly, pupils dilated, reflecting the cold mathematical formulas on the blackboard, but losing focus.

A violent spasm exploded from deep within my lower abdomen, traveling up my spine and leaving my mind blank. An uncontrollable contraction gripped my legs; my already soaked and hot vulva, like a greedy little mouth, bit down hard on the rough, hard piece of chalk inside, then suddenly and violently convulsed!

A gush of hot, viscous love fluid, like a floodgate bursting, gushed out from the opening that had been simultaneously blocked and squeezed by chalk and fingers! The climax came so violently that one could even feel the piece of chalk being squeezed slightly deformed by the powerful contraction of the flesh walls. The rough chalk dust mixed with the warm honey nectar stirred and collided within the tight passage.

"Huff... Hah..." The climax had passed, and the suffocating groans turned into broken, heaving breaths. Li Hao (Teacher Wang)'s entire upper body almost collapsed onto the lectern, only managing to stay upright thanks to his arms. His head was buried deep, sweat soaking the stray hairs on his forehead and clinging to his flushed, burning skin. His chest heaved violently, and a small patch of sweat had soaked through the chest area of ​​his white shirt, clinging to his skin and revealing the outline of his dark bra and the faint shape of his nipples.

A mixture of pink love juice and a little white chalk dust was uncontrollably seeping down his inner thighs, soaking through his light gray stockings and turning the area into a deeper wet patch. Some of it dripped down his feet and onto the floor. He could clearly feel the piece of chalk being squeezed out little by little as the lingering sensation subsided.

The pleasure was like the receding tide, leaving behind a limp body and a mess of mud.

However, in the exhaustion following this ultimate climax, an even stronger, almost irresistible sense of pleasure and a near-self-destructive madness suddenly gripped his consciousness.

**So good...being brought to orgasm by chalk...**

This is so good... I want more... more... chalk...

These two thoughts, like maggots clinging to his bones, possessed a morbid sweetness and madness, forcefully invading his mind. This wasn't Li Hao's original thought—at least not entirely. It was more like the body of "Teacher Wang," or rather, a twisted addiction spontaneously generated by this body after being "used," combined with the **** stimulation of the moment? A forcibly imprinted craving for specific stimuli?

Li Hao's own consciousness was somewhat scattered due to the climax just now, and the lingering excitement and fascination with "control" had not yet subsided. This sudden and intense thought of "wanting more chalk" did not terrify him; instead, it was like a bucket of gasoline poured on his already burning desire.

Not enough... one isn't enough...

Almost instinctively, his hand reached for the chalk box on the lectern again.

This time, he grabbed three pieces of white chalk. Without hesitation, he used his right fingers to completely pull out the piece of chalk that had been squeezed out during his climax, now sticky and soft, covered in the mixed liquid, and casually tossed it into the shadows under the lectern.

Then he held the three new, dry, rough pieces of white chalk side by side between his fingertips.

He stared at the three white, ordinary objects that symbolized the classroom and knowledge, yet his eyes lingered as if he were looking at the most alluring sex toys. A muffled, yearning gurgle escaped his throat.

The entrance between her legs, due to the intense spasms and the rush of copious amounts of vaginal fluid, was now slightly open, slippery, red, and swollen, with new nectar constantly seeping out.

He spread his legs and aimed the three chalk sticks, their rough cross-sections, at the wet opening.

"Uh..." When the tip of the first piece of chalk touched the sensitive entrance, his (or her) body trembled slightly again. This time, it was not to suppress it, but a kind of expectant, almost sacrificial thrust.

He took a breath, used his waist and hips to push the three pieces of chalk together into the tight, wet passage!

"Ah—!" This time, he couldn't completely cover his voice, and a short and high-pitched exclamation escaped from his lips!

The sensation of a foreign object intruding, several times stronger than before, instantly overwhelmed him!

The three pieces of chalk, put together, were far thicker than a single piece, even exceeding the thickness of an average male finger. Their rough surfaces rubbed against each other, simultaneously rubbing against the delicate, sensitive flesh, bringing a throbbing, almost tearing pain and a burning, pleasurable sensation. The passage was forcibly stretched to an unprecedented width; every fold of the inner wall seemed to be flattened, and every nerve ending screamed!

His body arched backward abruptly, the back of his head slamming against the blackboard behind him with a dull thud. His hands gripped the edge of the lectern tightly, his knuckles turning white from the ****. His legs trembled violently, barely able to support his weight, only managing to stand thanks to the support of the lectern and the strange, intense support from his forcibly filled lower body.

Several students below the podium were startled by the exclamation and the sound of the blackboard being hit, and they looked up curiously.

They only saw their homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang, leaning against the blackboard, her face flushed (even redder than before), breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently, her hands gripping the lectern tightly, and her body seemingly trembling slightly unnaturally.

"Teacher? Are you alright?" a bold boy asked.

Teacher Wang (Li Hao) suddenly came to his senses, enduring the intense stimulation and throbbing pain from the three rough foreign objects inside his body that almost made his soul leave his body, and **** out a stiff smile, pushing up his foggy glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose.

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Her (his) voice was terribly hoarse, trembling uncontrollably. "Just now...I choked a little on the chalk dust. Keep doing your work, and watch the time!"

The students lowered their heads in disbelief, but a few still exchanged puzzled glances.

Li Hao (Teacher Wang) took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart, which was pounding in his chest, and the strange, churning sensations within him. A mixture of throbbing pain and pleasurable friction mingled; the presence of the three pieces of chalk was so strong that he could feel them subtly moving and scraping inside him with every gentle breath.

An unprecedented feeling of being completely filled, even overfilled, mixed with the slightly painful yet intense pleasure from the rough friction, eroded his reason like a poison.

He secretly and tentatively contracted the muscles in his lower abdomen.

"Ugh..." A muffled groan was immediately cut off. The chalk inside was squeezed as it contracted, and the friction became more intense and clear, bringing a strong, stimulating sensation straight to the top of the head.

He was fascinated.

While keeping an eye on the students below, he began to move his hips back and forth very slowly and discreetly.

With each thrust forward, he could feel the three chalk sticks being pushed deeper, their rough tips scraping against his sensitive cervix; with each pull back, the chalk sticks were withdrawn slightly, clinging tightly to his wet, slippery flesh, producing an extremely faint, almost muffled, sticky friction sound.

The pleasure surged like waves, one higher than the next. A fire seemed to ignite deep within his lower abdomen, repeatedly teased and crushed by the rough, foreign object. Sweat soaked his back and chest, the inside of his light gray stockings completely drenched, clinging tightly to his skin and outlining the full curves of his thighs. He could even feel that with each movement, more love fluid, mixed with possibly scraped chalk dust, seeped from the stretched-to-the-limit opening, flowing down his thighs, possibly even dripping to the ground.

With each thrust, his breathing became more rapid, his cheeks flushed more, and his eyes became more unfocused. Reason screamed for danger and madness, but his body succumbed to an unprecedented, destructive, and immoral pleasure from which it could not extricate itself.

**So full...so bloated...I'm stuffed with chalk...** This thought repeatedly washed over his consciousness, bringing a morbid sense of satisfaction.

He even began to fantasize about what kind of expression a student would have if they suddenly walked up to the podium to ask a question and saw him (or her) masturbating with chalk under his (or her) suit skirt.

This fantasy excited him even more, and he unconsciously increased the range of motion of his hips and waist.

Just then—

"Ring ring—!"

The school bell rang sharply and without warning!

Li Hao (Teacher Wang), who was immersed in secret pleasure, was startled by the ringing of the bell and his body stiffened abruptly!

In that instant of stiffness, due to tension and the sudden stimulation, the muscles in the lower body contracted violently and uncontrollably!

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

A sharp, piercing scream, almost a sob, burst forth from deep within her throat!

With that scream, the three rough chalk pieces inside her body were squeezed and ground violently by the spasmodically contracted flesh walls!

An unprecedented, tsunami-like surge of energy swept over his entire body in an instant, more violent than ever before!

Her body trembled and convulsed violently as if struck by a high-voltage electric shock! A flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and her vision blurred instantly! A large amount of love fluid, mixed with crushed chalk dust and possibly blood (?), gushed out violently from her stretched-open orifice like a fountain! It even splattered onto the inside of the lectern and the floor!

The atmosphere in the classroom, which had just relaxed because of the bell ringing the end of get out of class, instantly froze.

All the students looked up in astonishment at the podium.

They saw their usually stern and rigid homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang, gripping the edge of the lectern tightly with both hands, her head thrown back, her neck taut in a fragile arc, her eyes tightly closed, her face an unnatural flush, her mouth wide open, emitting broken, incoherent groans and gasps. Her body was stiff in an extremely strange posture, trembling violently, her legs, encased in light gray stockings, shaking like leaves in the wind, and between her legs… between her legs, the hem of her suit skirt seemed to be damp with a large, dark stain, and some strange, white, pasty substance was flowing down the stockings…

The entire classroom was completely silent, save for Teacher Wang's labored, heavy breathing, and... the faint "plop" sound of some viscous liquid dripping.

A few seconds later, Li Hao (Teacher Wang) struggled to regain a sliver of clarity from the afterglow of the unprecedentedly intense climax that had almost made him faint, caused by **** tension and intense stimulation.

He/She slowly and with great difficulty raised his/her head, meeting dozens of pairs of eyes below the stage filled with shock, bewilderment, confusion, and even... a trace of fear.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Inside his (or her) body, the three pieces of chalk seemed to be pushed out by a powerful contraction at the last moment of climax, slowly and wetly sliding out of the body along with the muscles that were still intermittently spasming...

(Infirmary direction)

Lu Ming (Lin Wei), slumped on the cold floor, seemed to vaguely hear a short, sharp, inhuman shout coming from the direction of the teaching building.

He or she rolled their eyes blankly, but due to excessive exertion and mental shock, their consciousness quickly fell into a state of exhaustion and drowsiness.