"Ms. Qiao, there's an acupoint right here—I'm just giving you a massage."
I said with a perfectly straight face.
"No, that's not okay. Your teacher's never even had a boyfriend. I couldn't stand it if things turned out bad!"
Qiao Yuxin's cheeks burned scarlet. She grabbed my hand tight, refusing to let me massage her any further, resisting fiercely.
"Ms. Qiao, alright, I'll stop touching you then."
I honestly hadn't expected she was still untouched.
I was stunned for a second and could only quickly apologize, hoping she'd forgive me.
Seeing my well-behaved attitude, Qiao Yuxin could only let out a helpless sigh.
"Zhang Yang, I know you're all grown up now. You have urges, but I'm your teacher. We can't do this."
"Got it, Ms. Qiao. But... could you let me see down there just once?"
I was still burning inside, so I boldly tested the waters with that request.
Qiao Yuxin's eyes popped wide, shocked and annoyed, "Zhang Yang, how can you even ask that?"
"Ms. Qiao, I'm just really curious. I've never seen a woman untouched before."
"But you've dated girls before, haven't you?"
"My girlfriend wouldn't let me, and we broke up right after we graduated."
Qiao Yuxin saw the tinge of sadness flash across my face.
She felt a flicker of guilt deep down.
"Well, teacher can't blame you, I guess. You're grown up now, and it's normal to be curious about that kind of thing."
Seeing Qiao Yuxin melt when I played it soft, not hard—
I just came clean: "To be honest, Ms. Qiao, I'm really aching down here. It's actually painful, that's why I asked."
As I spoke, I straightened up and pointed at my pants.
Qiao Yuxin looked over, and was instantly jolted.
Down there, I was already pitching a tent—huge, incredibly obvious.
Her eyes danced with shame. She quickly turned her head away, heart pounding like crazy.
"Zhang Yang, this isn't really my problem, is it?"
"How is it not? Ms. Qiao, you're so beautiful—that's why I get this reaction."
"Are you saying it's the teacher's fault?"
Even her ears turned red. She looked a little flustered, but inside, she felt a spark of pride, too.
"Ms. Qiao, I don't mean anything else—I just want to look, just to satisfy my curiosity..."
She couldn't stand up to my persistent coaxing.
Qiao Yuxin slowly began to hesitate, and eventually her resolve softened all at once.
"Okay, but promise me—you only get to look, just one glance, understand?"
"I understand."
"Hey, you're grown up now. It's normal to be thinking about things like this."
Ms. Qiao let out a long, wistful sigh.
With pale delicate fingers she pinched the edge of her panties, slowly sliding them down.
But she was so nervous her movements were painfully slow.
"Ms. Qiao, maybe I should help you take them off."
I was twitching with anticipation.
So I grabbed her panties and tugged them right down to the bend of her knees.
That luscious, dreamlike place was suddenly laid bare in front of my eyes.
It was beautiful!
Way better than anything I'd seen in videos—I felt like my soul might get sucked in right then and there.
"Are—are you done looking?"
Qiao Yuxin, bashful, covered her eyes, hot breath escaping from her lips.
"Not yet, Ms. Qiao—how come there's no hair down here?"
I gulped, genuinely intrigued.
Qiao Yuxin, breathing a little heavy: "Teacher's never had any since she was little."
That got me all riled up.
Qiao Yuxin was actually that rare.
Not only was she gorgeous, but down there she carried a faint, unique fragrance—sweet, intoxicating.
It glistened with a touch of moisture, dew just barely welling up, shining bright and clear.
"Ms. Qiao, you're just too beautiful—I want to kiss you."
That untouched, dreamlike place set me on fire inside.
I gently parted her legs and lowered my head right down to that magical spot...