My hands trembled slightly. Having learned from past mistakes, I turned the phone's volume all the way down before opening the first video.
When I played it, all I saw was pitch black. The camera seemed to be pressed down by something—maybe old clothes, or perhaps... was this even filmed with a phone?
It looked like the phone had been placed on something, then covered with a cloth.
Time ticked by, and suddenly, the scene shifted to a door opening. A sliver of light streamed in, followed by a familiar figure stepping inside.
As this person flipped a switch, the area in front of the camera brightened.
The scene was unmistakably familiar—wasn't this the bathroom in the Big House?
I'd used the bathroom when I visited her home before.
And the person entering—who else could it be but Teacher An?
She wore a loose nightgown, similar to what she'd worn when I visited, except this time, she clearly wasn't wearing a bra underneath. As she walked in, I could distinctly see her ample breasts swaying beneath the fabric.
When the bathroom light switched on, Ms. An's figure became even clearer. Through the front of her nightgown, I could distinctly see two protruding points. The fabric of the nightgown's front had sagged into the valley between her breasts, revealing the clear outline of both mounds.
Upon entering, Ms. An went straight for it, pulling her nightgown off over her head from the bottom up. The sight nearly made me spit blood.
Sure enough, Ms. An wore no bra. Once the nightgown fell away, her bare upper body was instantly revealed, her ample breasts swaying with her movements.
Ms. An's breasts were similar to Mom's, though perhaps slightly smaller. According to Da Guo, who had secretly checked the size label on her bra, she was a D cup, while Mom was an E cup.
However, Ms. An's breasts weren't as perfectly round as Mom's. They showed some sagging now, yet remained remarkably firm. Her areolas and nipples were slightly darker than Mom's, but far from shriveled. The two breasts hung like ripe papayas from her chest.
After removing her nightgown, Teacher An bent over to take off her panties.
Due to the phone's angle, only the area from her hips upward was visible. At this moment, Teacher An's thighs and pubic hair were clearly visible.
Teacher An's pubic hair was incredibly thick—even denser than Mom's—forming a dark patch across her hips.
"Whoosh..." Ms. An then turned on the showerhead. After testing the water temperature, she loosened the ponytail at the nape of her neck, letting her shoulder-length hair cascade down. The water stream washed over her face.
So this was why Da Guo had described it with such meticulous trepidation—he'd secretly placed his phone in the bathroom to film his mother bathing.
The water cascaded down Ms. An's skin. Her complexion was as fair as my mother's. Her hands moved over her body, especially when washing her breasts. With each stroke, they swayed left and right, shifting shape beneath her touch.
In my bedroom, I could clearly hear my own heavy breathing. My penis was rock hard, and pre-cum was leaking from the tip.
This was my teacher! Usually, Teacher An was so refined and scholarly, wearing glasses and dressed like an intellectual.
Now, suddenly seeing her naked body, the impact was undeniably immense.
Watching her breasts being washed by the water in the video, I desperately wanted to grab them, to lick them. Seeing her pubic hair, which partially obscured her labia, was enough to arouse me intensely—especially since the footage was crystal clear.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I quietly got up, grabbed a wad of toilet paper, then sat on the edge of the bed. While watching Teacher An's video, I started masturbating.
The videos totaled about forty minutes. Since they were long and large files, Da Guo must have edited them into segments, sending them as seven or eight smaller clips.
Before I could finish watching them all, I couldn't resist and came again onto the toilet paper.
It wasn't because I came early—it was simply too intense. Watching Teacher An bathe, I imagined sucking her breasts and thrusting my penis into her hairy pussy. The sheer stimulation made me shoot my load.
After ejaculating, I tossed the tissue into the trash. But the video wasn't over, so I kept watching. Before long, the footage aroused me again.
Because toward the end of her shower, Ms. An actually took the showerhead and rinsed between her spread legs for a long time—specifically rinsing her vaginal opening.
At that moment, I finally caught a glimpse of the tip of Ms. An's labia. They weren't pink, but rather a faint dark color—after all, she was a woman in her mid-thirties. Still, it aroused me immensely.
I couldn't help but get excited again. I grabbed another piece of toilet paper and began masturbating once more.
When I finally saw Ms. An move the showerhead behind her to rinse her round buttocks, rubbing her own butt cheeks with her hands, I couldn't help but ejaculate again.
The video was nearing its end, but as Ms. An wiped her body with a washcloth, I felt aroused once more. This time, however, I managed to restrain myself—I'd already ejaculated twice.
When the video concluded, I exhaled heavily. The emptiness in my body had subsided, replaced by a faint sense of exhaustion.
Only now did I truly grasp the meaning of Daguo's phrase "vanish into thin air." Had my self-control not been so strong, watching Teacher An's video alone would have drained me dry.
"Huff..." I closed QQ without replying to Daguo or continuing the video. I feared another glance would keep me awake all night.
Even after two releases, my penis still twitched slightly. Teacher An's naked, snow-white body echoed relentlessly in my mind. Though her breasts weren't as large or perky as Mom's, they were undoubtedly exquisite. Her figure was stunning—curvy hips, flawless skin, everything perfectly proportioned.
In terms of looks, Ms. An seemed slightly less attractive than Mom, but it wasn't about raw beauty—it was about makeup and style.
Mom needed to stream, so her makeup and outfits were always fashionable and carefully curated. Ms. An, however, taught at school and couldn't wear heavy makeup or overly flashy clothes.
Mom is sexy and fashionable, while Ms. An is refined and elegant—perhaps each has her own unique charm. If Ms. An dressed like Mom, her overall image probably wouldn't be inferior. Crucially, Ms. An is taller than Mom.
I was quite satisfied with these videos; the imbalance in my heart finally settled.
I have to say, Da Guo really took a huge risk. What would Ms. An have done if she'd discovered it back then?
If what Da Guo said was true—that Teacher An had seduced him two years ago—would she have stormed into his room and raped him after seeing the phone?
It's actually quite amusing to imagine.
The next morning, I was woken by the alarm. When I got up, Mom had already prepared breakfast. She seemed much more composed and energetic.
When I arrived in class, Da Guo was already there. Spotting me, he gave me a knowing wink and a mischievous grin. I felt a bit embarrassed and looked away.
During break time, I couldn't help but think about what Da Guo had said. My physics skills were solid—among the best in the class—and I rarely struggled with basic problems.
I went to great lengths to find some problems—even ones I already understood—and pretended not to grasp them.
During break, I took my physics textbook and notes to Ms. An's office.
The office wasn't empty; other teachers were there too, bustling about.
When Ms. An saw me, a faint smile touched her lips. She was always kind to me outside of class—after all, I'd visited her home, and I was close friends with Da Guo.
As she explained the problems to me, I stood behind her. She sat in her office chair, and while I listened, I couldn't help but glance at the opening of her blouse.
She was dressed formally, but from my vantage point, I caught a glimpse of a sliver of snow-white cleavage through her collar. Instantly, last night's video from Da Guo flashed through my mind. Breathing in the scent emanating from Teacher An, I fought hard to keep myself from losing control.
According to Da Guo's plan, I should frequently visit the office to ask Ms. An questions. Since my grades were already strong, this would be a way to build rapport with her.
But I'm shy and timid, and honestly, I don't have much confidence...
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