"Ah! Zhang Yang, how can you do this to me outside!"

Qiao Yuxin’s delicate body trembled, her cool eyes full of coquettishness and tension.

Yet, I was becoming even more excited.

Spying with my beautiful teacher.

It felt like dragging a virtuous woman into the water.

"Who told you, Teacher Qiao, not to admit it? I had to prove it."

I smirked mischievously, moving my large hand to her plump and round beautiful buttocks.

In such an environment, Qiao Yuxin was incredibly nervous and especially sensitive.

Just being massaged by me for a few strokes, she tensed up, feeling utterly numb and limp.

"Mmm, ah, you, hurry up, teacher didn’t feel anything."

"Don’t lie, Teacher Qiao. Be honest, do you want to be like this with me?"

The more I massaged, the more aroused I became; below, it was unbearable to the extreme.

I couldn’t care much anymore; I grabbed her beautiful buttocks, pressed through her skirt, and went ahead directly.

"Ah!"

Qiao Yuxin trembled violently, screamed out loud, and her body nearly went limp.

"Zhang Yang, don’t do this; they might hear us."

"It’s fine. When Teacher Qiao shouts, the women inside are shouting too."

I steadied her body, continuing powerfully on her beautiful buttocks.

This sensation was mesmerizing, sending my adrenaline soaring.

"Mmm, ah, Zhang Yang, please let the teacher go; I’ll die of shame like this."

Qiao Yuxin was trembling intensely; turned back and looked at me with a hint of pleading.

"Then tell me, Teacher Qiao, how does it feel now?"

"I feel like there’s a fire in my heart, somewhat wanting to be like them. Is that enough?"

The intense stimulation made Qiao Yuxin’s psychological defenses completely collapse.

The shameful pleasure kept hitting her, almost driving her to the brink.

"Then why didn’t Teacher Qiao admit it earlier?"

"Because I am your teacher; the concepts instilled in me can’t allow such nonsense."

Qiao Yuxin’s mind was almost blank.

The wonderful sensation and the scene before her were challenging her moral boundaries.

As I continued to rub, she quickly succumbed, her skirt becoming wet underneath.

From her suppressed expression, a gradually liberated demeanor began to emerge.

"Is that so? So how does Teacher Qiao feel now?"

"Mmm, ah, feels so good. Teacher feels so good. You’ve led the teacher astray, there’s also a sense of downfall, mmm..."

Qiao Yuxin was almost in tears, her face left with passive enjoyment.

But I suddenly stopped.

At this, Qiao Yuxin seemed like she was pulled out of a hot spring, filled with discomfort and loss.

Her body still twisted slowly, feeling terribly uncomfortable, wanting more.

Totally left hanging.

"Um, Zhang Yang, why did you stop?"

Qiao Yuxin asked softly, yet feeling she shouldn’t ask like this.

"Teacher Qiao, be honest with me, do you want it now?"

"I..."

Qiao Yuxin wanted to say she didn’t want it, but she was already addicted.

This all-consuming sensation, she’s been thinking about it a lot lately.

The stimulation in this environment made it an extraordinary experience for her.

"Yes or no?"

I lightly pushed against her again.

"Ah!"

Qiao Yuxin entirely lost her rationality.

Though separated by clothes, the searing heat made her feel so good her soul was ready to fly away.

"Yes, the teacher wants it, Zhang Yang, please make the teacher feel good, okay?"

With a tone of pleading and a hint of surrender, my heart filled with satisfaction, nearly bursting with pleasure.

I pressed against her harshly again.

Qiao Yuxin’s beautiful buttocks instantly dented...