With a stern face, Lindsay scolded Evan, "What's wrong with you? I asked you to come and get your homework. Why did you come only at this time?" She pointed to a pile of homework on the desk, "Take it away quickly. Remember to come earlier next time." Evan looked taken aback by Lindsay's scolding, and he subconsciously picked up his homework book and left the office.
As Evan departed, Lindsay's anxiety dissipated, and she turned to Jennifer with a distressed expression. "Hey, students nowadays are really disrespectful. I don't know if it's from what they saw on TV, but their attitude towards teachers is getting more and more casual. Look, they didn't even knock on the door just now, and they didn't call me teacher. What's the point of calling me sister? I'm old enough to be his mother. This is a mess."
Jennifer's doubts began to fade as she saw Lindsay's genuine concern for her students. She smiled and said, "Mrs. Lindsay, students nowadays are different from the past. They value equality and advocate freedom. To be honest, our previous management method is a bit outdated. But I envy the relationship between you and your students. Is he the Korean class representative of your class?" Lindsay nodded, "Oh, you mean Evan? Yes, although he was rash just now, he is usually quite steady in doing things. He has a high prestige in the class, and I feel at ease to let him handle many things. And his Korean grades are also excellent."
Jennifer's eyes sparkled with interest as she asked, "I see. He's a very capable student." Lindsay smiled, "Yes, Evan is an exceptional student. He's always been diligent and responsible." As they chatted, Jennifer couldn't help but think of the collision she had with Evan at noon. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she remembered the way Evan's eyes had lingered on her breasts, making her feel a sense of excitement and shame.
Jennifer's mind wandered back to her marriage, where she felt suffocated by her husband's lack of romance and gentleness. She had always tried to suppress her desires, fearing that her husband would think her promiscuous.
But when she wore sexy clothes and walked on the street, she felt an unprecedented stimulation. The way men's eyes lingered on her breasts made her feel a sense of excitement, even more satisfying than having sex with her husband.
Jennifer's thoughts were a jumble of emotions as she tried to make sense of her desires. She knew that she was drawn to the attention of men, but she was also wary of their intentions. She resented the harassment she suffered, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction when she was admired.
As the conversation continued, Lindsay noticed the look of longing in Jennifer's eyes. She sensed that there was more to Jennifer's story, but she didn't press the issue.
Instead, she changed the subject, trying to steer the conversation towards more neutral topics. But Jennifer's mind was elsewhere, lost in a world of desire and frustration. She knew that she needed to confront her feelings, but she was afraid of the consequences.
It was a typical day at the campus, with Jennifer walking around in a revealing dress that sent waves of desire through the minds of countless teachers and students alike.
The fiery gazes that followed her everywhere she went made her feel as if she was naked and being played with, her senses heightened to an almost unbearable level.
As she returned to her office, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, her delicate vagina engorged with excitement, waiting for the insertion of a man's thick penis.
However, Jennifer's desires were constantly suppressed, and she would often find herself running to the toilet to release the pent-up tension with her fingers.
Despite her provocative attire, Jennifer harbored a deep-seated aversion to physical contact with the opposite sex. In the office, male teachers would often try to test her reaction by pretending to accidentally touch her bare arms, but every time this happened, Jennifer would get goose bumps all over her body, and she would use a stern look and tone to make the other party back off.
The conflicting signals she sent out confused many male teachers, who saw her revealing clothes as a silent temptation and invitation, but were consistently rebuffed by Jennifer's cold demeanor.
Over time, rumors about Jennifer began to spread throughout the school. Some said that she wore such seductive outfits every day to attract the attention of the school leaders, while others claimed that she had slept with the principal to secure her job.
Even some of her female colleagues turned hostile, viewing her dress as too coquettish and ostentatious, which they believed damaged the image of female teachers.
Jennifer knew that these rumors were spread by those unwilling male teachers, and even by some female teachers who resented her for stealing their limelight. However, she had no way to tell the difference, and could only endure the whispers and gossip silently. The only way she could resist was to dress more and more seductively, every time she saw the ugly looks of those male teachers looking at her greedily but not daring to do anything, Jennifer felt a thrill of satisfaction in her heart. The best way to punish these villains was to let them see but not touch.
This made it difficult for the male teachers, who found themselves constantly torn between their desire for Jennifer and their inability to act on it. They would watch her swaying in front of them every day, their thing in their crotch becoming hard and soft, soft and hard again, as they ran to the toilet constantly to release their pent-up tension. For married men, it was okay to go home and hug their wives to vent their feelings at night, but the single male teachers could only masturbate in the dormitory, thinking about Jennifer's alluring breasts and the tantalizing prospect of being with her.
However, the physical contact with Evan today made Jennifer feel a little strange.
Although, she pushed him away subconsciously, she didn't have too much resistance, nor did she feel disgust. She thought that Evan was just a student, and Jennifer didn't regard him as an adult man.
But as a freshman in high school, Evan developed earlier than ordinary boys, and his brief contact with Jennifer left her with a lasting impression. She could clearly feel the astonishing size of his penis, hard as a red-hot iron rod against her buttocks, and the scorching temperature that almost penetrated her clothes and seeped into her already somewhat excited vagina.
Despite her eagerness to have a cock inserted into her vagina, Jennifer didn't have any further thoughts about having sex with Evan.
She was a married woman and a teacher, and this dual identity restrained her desires, making it difficult for her to do crazy things like Lindsay did and have sex with her students.
However, Jennifer felt some sympathy for Evan.
Boys in adolescence are curious about the opposite sex and are in a period of sexual enlightenment, and this was especially true for a boy whose body was developing too fast.
Jennifer couldn't help but think of the confusion she felt in high school because of her overly plump breasts. Perhaps Evan was facing the same confusion.
The uncontrollable sexual impulse and the ridicule from his peers could easily ruin an immature teenager.
As Jennifer reflected on her encounter with Evan, she couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for the young boy.
She remembered the feeling of being a teenager, with hormones raging and desires that seemed impossible to control.
She recalled the way she felt when her breasts began to develop, and the way she was ridiculed by her peers for being too curvy.
Jennifer knew that Evan was going through a similar experience, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of solidarity with him.
But as she looked at Evan, Jennifer couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She knew that she was a married woman, and that her actions as a teacher were governed by a strict code of conduct.
She knew that she couldn't act on her desires, no matter how strong they were. And yet, as she looked at Evan, she couldn't help but feel a sense of temptation. She wanted to reach out to him, to touch him, to feel his skin against hers. But she knew that she couldn't, and so she pushed the feeling aside, focusing on her duties as a teacher.
As the days went by, Jennifer found herself thinking about Evan more and more. She would catch herself staring at him in class, wondering what he was thinking, what he was feeling. She would imagine what it would be like to be with him, to touch him, to feel his body against hers. And yet, every time she thought about it, she would push the feeling aside, reminding herself of her duties as a teacher and her responsibilities as a married woman.
Despite her best efforts, Jennifer couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction to Evan. She knew that it was wrong, that it was forbidden, but she couldn't help the way she felt. And so, she continued to watch him from afar, her heart pounding in her chest as she wondered what the future held for them both.
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