"Heh! Hey!" I patted the classmate next to me on the back. "They're long gone, still staring?"
"I suddenly realized Teacher Sun doesn't seem that scary after all..." the classmate chuckled awkwardly.
Although today was a big day for the city officials' inspection, the day itself was incredibly dull. We went through the motions—returning to the classroom, attending classes, mechanically answering questions we had already memorized the answers to. We bowed and scraped to the city officials, then bowed and scraped to the teachers. It was just so!! Boring. I wanted this day to end as quickly as possible. With everyone on edge, I couldn't even chat with my classmates. When I passed by Class Three earlier, I was shocked to see Liu Yang—who never sits still during breaks—actually sitting obediently at his desk reading a book! "My god, the sun must be rising from the west," I thought, leaning against the window and tossing out a sarcastic remark before walking away.
After smoothly finishing the four morning classes, I grabbed my lunch with my deskmate and sat down in the back corner of the classroom to eat. "Today's pretty boring, huh?" I asked my deskmate. "You bet. I spent the whole morning on edge during class. My neck is killing me," my deskmate agreed wholeheartedly, then mechanically shoveled food into his mouth.
Beep-beep. My close friends' group chat lit up. "I bet the guys aren't having a great day either. They're probably starting to complain now," I said to my deskmate, who was still busy eating.
"Let me see what the guys are talking about," I said, pulling out my phone. There was only one video in the group chat, about a minute and a half long, and it was clearly filmed from a hidden angle. "Huh?" I tapped to play the video. The perspective was from under the teacher's desk. The person who filmed it seemed to have stuck the camera to the middle shelf under the desk, so the view only showed from the calves up to just below the hips—completely missing the feet and waist. Moreover, because it was stuck under the desk, the lighting was terrible. There was basically no direct light source, relying only on the faint sunlight reflected off the wall. The video began with a woman stepping onto the platform and sitting down on the chair. Since only the lower half of her body was visible, I could see she was wearing a basic black uniform skirt and a pair of ordinary nude-colored stockings. And because the camera's lighting was already poor, her sitting there blocked most of the light, making the view under the desk even darker. So dark that I could barely make out the texture of the stockings, only that they were roughly nude-colored.
This video wasn't muted, but no one was speaking either. The background noise faintly captured the soft scratching of a pencil on paper. I quickly thought it through: the uniform, the nude stockings, the silent environment... It's Tuesday—no school would enforce uniforms unless... an inspection! That's it! The silence was also because the school, to handle the inspection, had instructed everyone not to speak casually—more talk, more mistakes. This was secretly filmed footage of a teacher at my school!! A sudden surge of anger flared up inside me. They're secretly filming at our school? I kept watching the video. The woman in it was gently rubbing her legs together, sometimes tightening them, sometimes relaxing. The only visible part—her buttocks—was subtly shifting on the chair. She seemed utterly unsatisfied with these faint sensations. After a pause of a few seconds, as if mustering great resolve, she lightly lifted her toes and spread her legs horizontally to a 180-degree angle, forming an "M" shape. Only when she opened her legs did I see clearly—this woman had a pair of exceptionally beautiful legs. From the visible calves and part of her thighs, not an ounce of excess fat could be seen, all neatly contained within the stockings—toned and perfectly proportioned.
Thanks to her spreading her legs, two slivers of sunlight slipped through the gap formed by her thighs and calves. "Hmm!" My pupils contracted sharply—this woman wasn't wearing underwear! Instantly, my cock hardened like steel, forcing me to change positions and lean over the desk to continue watching. No underwear, just nude stockings! The woman slowly moved her right hand from the lectern, using her index and middle fingers to gently tease her clitoris through the stockings. Her index finger pressed against the tip of her clitoris, alternating between pressure and relaxation. Even with her utmost restraint, her body couldn't help but sway involuntarily. After rubbing for several dozen seconds, she suddenly pressed both fingers firmly together, squeezing her clitoris. After such play, the clitoris, visible even through the stockings, had swollen—how could it withstand such stimulation? The woman abruptly tightened her legs, straightened her body in the chair, and struggled to keep her entire frame from trembling. With a deep exhale, she must have reached the end of her climax. Immediately after, she actually spread her legs again. "Damn, how desperate can she be? There's an inspection today!" That earlier surge of anger had vanished, now replaced by scolding thoughts toward the woman. In the video, she spread her legs and used her middle finger to stroke her vaginal opening. Through the nude stockings, it was faintly visible that her vaginal opening was already drenched—from the camera's angle, it looked like a waterfall cave. Slowly, she inserted her middle finger into her vagina through the stocking, beginning to masturbate. The fabric of the stocking at the crotch, pressed against her vaginal opening, moved in and out with her finger—one moment buried inside her, the next serving as the final barrier at her entrance. In the last second of the video, as she straightened her legs forward in preparation for another climax, I caught a clearer glimpse of the stocking material under the improved lighting—it was matte!
The video ended right there. A minute and a half was still a bit short, and it was obvious the video wasn't fully captured. I scrolled up in the group chat to see who had sent it, assuming it was Jie. Surprisingly, it wasn't him. The sender was the name I knew best—Liu Yang! I quickly @'d him in the group, wanting to know who he had secretly filmed. "Yangzi, who is this you filmed?" I asked him.
Not long after, he replied to me privately. "A friend of mine secretly filmed it and sent it to me. I thought it was interesting, so I shared it in the group for the guys to have a laugh. Isn't this girl a bit wild?"
"Which friend filmed it?" I pressed further. Liu Yang didn't have many friends at school, and I was definitely the closest one. If he wouldn't even tell me, then our friendship was over.
"Do you really have to know?" Liu Yang hesitated. "Spit it out!" I issued an ultimatum. "My girlfriend filmed it." Liu Yang finally told me. I didn't ask who his girlfriend was because I already knew—Fu Qinghan, the class monitor of Class Four.
A class monitor secretly filming up a teacher's skirt during class? I couldn't accept that at all. But I couldn't just drag Fu Qinghan over and ask her why she did it, could I? She'd think I was crazy. What if it wasn't her? I was stuck in a dilemma.
Class Four? I thought about it and decided to check their class schedule during lunch break. The first period was Mr. Wang Wei's chemistry class—a male teacher. He might seem a bit creepy at times, but it probably wasn't him. Looking for the culprit among the students was like searching for a needle in a haystack. With about 50 students in each class, it was better to give up. I continued scanning the schedule. The second period was politics, taught by the substitute teacher Yan Wang—stockings, uniform skirt. Was the female lead in the video Yan Wang? The third period was Ms. Wu Jie's music class, a minor subject on paper. But by senior year, all minor subjects had essentially become major ones. Thanks to the leadership inspection, the school didn't dare to change the schedule arbitrarily, so Class Four probably got to attend their only music class of the semester. I recalled Ms. Wu's outfit—also stockings and a uniform. My eyes moved further down. Huh? My mom? The fourth period was my mom's Chinese class, originally taught by Class Four's homeroom teacher but now taken over by my mom.
No way? Matte? Stockings? Uniform skirt? I bolted straight to the office! "Which little brat dared to secretly film my mom?!"
I rushed to the office door and pushed it open with so much force that it slammed loudly. All the teachers in the office turned to look at me, and half of my anger instantly dissipated. "Um, is Teacher Sun here?" I felt uneasy under their stares. "Over here!" My mom waved at me. I walked over sheepishly.
"What's for dinner tonight?" I whispered, low enough for only the two of us to hear. My mom shot me a glare, as if to say, "That's it?" "Takeout!" she snapped at me.
"Oh," I took the chance to sneak a glance downward as I approached. The stockings my mom had been wearing this morning were gone? She was bare-legged now!! Remembering the scene from last night when my mom tried on the dress, I guessed, "Did she take off her tights because the dress was too tight?" If my mom wasn't wearing stockings, then the woman in the secretly recorded video from this morning wasn't her. Thinking this, I felt a wave of relief, but also a faint sense of disappointment. I shook my head, dismissing the thought, and turned to walk sulkily out of the office.
"Could it be...?" Suddenly, a bold idea struck me. I turned around and deliberately bumped into my mom's desk, then let myself fall to the ground with a loud thud. My mom's expression instantly shifted to concern as she hurried over and crouched down beside me. "Why are you so careless?" she scolded, though her tone was gentle. Seizing the moment while she was crouching, I quickly glanced under her skirt with the corner of my eye—just an ordinary pair of white women's underwear. "Phew, I thought maybe she had taken off her tights, especially since they were soaked with... well, you know." Seeing that my mom was indeed wearing underwear, a huge weight lifted from my chest. The woman in the video was wearing sheer stockings without underwear, but my mom wasn't wearing stockings and had underwear on—nothing matched. I scrambled to my feet and dashed out of the office.
If it wasn't my mom, then it must be either Teacher Wu Jie or Yan Wang? Who was the one secretly placing the camera? Fu Qinghan? I didn't really believe it. On my way back to the classroom, a flood of questions swirled in my mind. I came to school to learn and solve problems, but here I was, having learned nothing and left with a pile of unresolved issues. Women, Brother Jie, secret recordings—my head was about to explode! Back in the classroom, I still had to face a whole afternoon of inspections. Sigh.
Ring, ring, ring... Finally, the day's imprisonment was over. I quickly grabbed my backpack and rushed out of the school gate, hopping on a shared bike to get away from this trouble-filled place. My mom had stayed behind for an inspection summary meeting, so she'd be home a bit later. I ordered takeout and waited for her.
It was past seven when my mom finally got home. "Mom, the food's gone cold. Let me heat it up for you," I said, picking up the takeout and heading toward the microwave. "Huh?" My mom had come back bare-legged? Even though it wasn't too cold in autumn, going bare-legged still seemed chilly.
"Mom, why aren't you wearing the stockings from this morning?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Lost them," she replied offhandedly. "What?! Lost? How could they be lost?" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"The dress I wore today was too tight, so I took off the stockings during lunch break and put them in my drawer. When I looked for them after work, they were gone," she explained. Just as I had guessed earlier at noon.
"Some pervert? Did you check the surveillance?" I asked again. "The city inspection said we're not allowed to install cameras in school anymore—something about violating students' privacy. They'll decide whether to install them again at the next meeting," my mom replied, sounding rather helpless. "It's fine if they're lost. I'll just buy two more pairs. The ones I bought before were quite comfortable anyway."
I was utterly astonished. Was this really my mom, who had always adamantly refused to wear pantyhose? Had she been won over after just a few days of wearing them? Her change of heart was so sudden. Indeed, as a certain famous internet celebrity once said, beautiful women ultimately become slaves to pantyhose.
After dinner, I returned to my bedroom to chat with the guys. The group was discussing who the teacher secretly photographed in the afternoon might be. I was fairly certain it was either Teacher Wu Jie or "Yan Wang" (the strict teacher), as they both wore similar outfits and had taught Class Four in the morning. Personally, I leaned more toward it being Teacher Wu Jie. After all, having seen those three videos earlier, it was hard not to categorize her under the label of "slut." Most importantly, I simply couldn't imagine "Yan Wang" masturbating under her desk during a leadership inspection while teaching. I couldn't picture it at all. With no other clues yet, all I could do was wait and see.
Ding-ding. Brother Jie sent a 10-second short video. So brief? Curious, I clicked on it. The perspective seemed to be pinned to someone's chest, slightly angled upward—likely a woman wearing it on her chest, giving the footage a slight curve. From the video, the person was on the third-floor office, the senior year teachers' office. She moved quietly but skillfully, opening the second-to-last drawer of a desk. Inside lay a pair of matte skin-toned pantyhose with some dried water stains. "This person is the thief who stole my mom's pantyhose!" I thought, startled. Then the video ended.
"What does this mean?" someone in the group asked. "Is someone stealing pantyhose?"
"Nothing much. This woman used these pantyhose to wrap a leftover cucumber from lunch in the cafeteria and played with herself until she squirted, right here in this school~" Brother Jie said leisurely. "This tone and attitude—this is Big Brother Jie!" I noticed the difference in Brother Jie's demeanor.
"Big shot, we beg for the video, we beg for the source!" The group started clamoring for the source again.
"It was filmed after school when it was already dark. You can't see anything. Take a look for yourselves," Brother Jie casually tossed out another short clip.
I opened the video. It was extremely dark, and I could barely make out anything. Only scattered glimpses showed a woman in a black uniform skirt, legs spread wide, vigorously thrusting a cylindrical object into herself. The video was too dark to tell if she was wearing pantyhose. After some thought, I figured she probably wasn't. If she had been wearing pantyhose, the cylindrical object wouldn't have been able to penetrate her pussy through the fabric.
"Oh, right, one last thing. This woman came three times at night, squirted three times, and then I made her eat the cucumber directly and stuffed the entire pantyhose into her cunt." That familiar attitude, that condescending tone! Yes, this was definitely Big Brother Jie. I rewatched the video several times, trying to find any traces Brother Jie might have left behind, but unfortunately, there were none.
I calmed myself down and sorted through my thoughts. The woman who was secretly photographed was either Teacher Wu or "Yan Wang." The woman in Brother Jie's video was the pantyhose thief, also either Teacher Wu or "Yan Wang." So, who was who?
"Mom, when you left work today, did everyone in the office leave together?" I called out loudly to my mom.
"No, I left early. I don't know how they left," my mom replied. That means either of them could be the one, but deep down, I still lean more toward Mr. Wu. Those three videos left too strong an impression on me.
"Stop thinking about all that nonsense! There's another monthly exam in a week—focus on your studies!" My mom's voice came from outside the door. "Got it!" I really need to do well on this exam. If I score high, my mom will be gentler with me, and if I get first place, I might finally uncover the truth about Mr. Wu. I've decided to study hard this whole week!