A few days after the monthly exams, my mom continued with her usual outfits and her habit of losing her temper during class. I figured her talk about trying a new style was just a passing whim, so I didn't dwell on it. However, there was some good news recently: my dad is coming back to the country next month and will be staying for several months. To celebrate, my mom splurged on two beige, long, matching trench coats, saying they'd make it easier to spot each other when strolling arm in arm with my dad. I thought to myself, Couldn't she have bought one for me too?
"Um… do you have a girlfriend?" I was walking behind the teaching building when I overheard a girl's voice from near the bushes. "I don't have a girlfriend, but… I'm just not into you~"
It was definitely that jerk Liu Yang. Ever since starting high school, this guy has been getting confessions from girls left and right. But then again, it's no surprise—good looks attract attention.
"I really like you, ever since we started high school… I really do," the girl persisted. I followed the voice and saw it was Fu Qinghan, the academic monitor from Class 4. She looked like a budget version of Jang Won-young, standing at 170 cm with a pitiful tone that made even me feel sorry for her. That jerk Liu Yang had no idea how to appreciate a delicate beauty.
"How about this? Unless you agree to a few conditions and complete some tasks for me, I might consider it later," Liu Yang said, sounding utterly serious.
"Ahem! Liu Yang! Come with me—I need to talk to you!" A stern female voice echoed from around the corner of the teaching building. I didn't even need to look to know it was my mom.
"Crap, the old witch is calling me. Think it over carefully, cutie. I've gotta go!" Liu Yang reluctantly followed my mom into the building. My relationship with my mom is kept under wraps at school—partly to avoid affecting my studies and partly to prevent unnecessary gossip. That's why Liu Yang always refers to her as "the old witch" around me, and I never correct him. Hearing the commotion, I hurried back to the classroom before class started.
"Xu Wei, I've got big news! The Chinese teacher from Class 4 was in a car accident, and she's pretty badly hurt!" As soon as I sat down, my deskmate behind me tapped my shoulder.
"Huh? That serious?" I turned around. "But how do you know? None of us are acquainted with anyone from Class 4." Our close group of friends are all science majors from Classes 1, 2, and 3, while Class 4 is for liberal arts, so we don't interact much.
"Check the group chat—it's in there!" my deskmate replied.
I opened the "Iron Bros" group chat and noticed the member count had increased from 11 to 13. The two new members were named "Monitor" and "Brother Jie." "Monitor" was my label for our class monitor, but as for this "Brother Jie"...
"Who is this?" I asked my deskmate, pointing at Brother Jie's name.
"Seems like a student from Class 4, but I'm not sure who exactly," he shrugged, indicating he didn't know either.
"How is Teacher Sun Xiudong? She's going to be substituting for our class next week," Brother Jie politely asked in the group.
So he's here to fish for information, I thought. "Teacher Sun is great—kind, approachable, and pretty. You're lucky to have her as your substitute," I "politely" replied in the group.
"Yeah, totally!" Our friends chimed in one after another, all eager to see Brother Jie make a fool of himself.
"Do you guys know what the old witch... oops... Ms. Sun said to me privately today? She actually asked me what kind of clothes boys like girls to wear these days?" Liu Yang chimed in at the perfect moment. "I was completely stunned. Is Ms. Sun planning to change her personality?" Even through the phone screen, I could feel Liu Yang's shock.
"What did you say?" someone in the group asked curiously.
"I listed everything—office lady outfits, JK uniforms, professional attire, stockings... I kindly gave her suggestions, and after hearing them, she actually told me to get lost. Ugh, such kindness wasted on the ungrateful," Liu Yang lamented with a pained tone.
You asked the right person, but my mom probably wouldn't listen anyway, I thought to myself.
"Imagine if one day Ms. Sun actually taught class in an OL outfit with stockings and a uniform—that would be absolutely explosive!" someone in the group said.
"Just keep dreaming, all of you," I quickly replied, trying to shatter their illusions.
"Stop thinking about things that don't exist. Look at something real." The class monitor, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.
Beep, beep, beep. The monitor sent three videos in quick succession.
Just by looking at the video thumbnails and the monitor's words, I could pretty much confirm that the main character in the videos was Ms. Wu. I had my suspicions during class earlier. After downloading all three videos, I opened the first one.
In the video, a woman was kneeling on the floor, her face pixelated. Neatly arranged beside her were a Japanese-style maid dress, a pair of white pantyhose folded in half, black high heels pointing toward her, and a set of dark golden lingerie tied with strings—the panties and bra were essentially two pieces of cloth connected by thin straps. In front of her was a delicately packaged velvet box. Seeing this set of clothes, it was clear that the female lead was Ms. Wu Jie. In the group, only my deskmate, the person behind me, and the monitor were from our class. We tacitly ignored the others' questions about who the female lead was.
Continuing the video, Ms. Wu bowed her head to the camera and then slowly began putting on the outfit. She first draped the lingerie over her body and tied the strings. The flimsy bra did little to cover anything, and the extremely narrow panties required her to trim her pubic hair with scissors after putting them on. Then, Ms. Wu sat on the bed, pointed her toes, and carefully pulled the pantyhose up one leg at a time. Finally, she slipped on the high heels, completing the outfit. At this point, Ms. Wu seemed to gather her resolve and opened the velvet box in front of her. Inside, a black divider split the box into two sections: on the left was a delicate red standard wireless vibrator, and on the right was a miniature camera. Ms. Wu picked up the vibrator, slipped it into her white pantyhose, used her fingers to move the panties aside, and with a soft moan of "Mmm~," inserted the vibrator into herself. Then, she untied her hairband and used it to strap the miniature camera to her thigh, positioning it directly toward her crotch. At the end of the video, Ms. Wu glanced at herself in the mirror before walking over to stop the recording.
"As expected, the monitor used his top-ranking privileges to make some special request of Ms. Wu," I thought to myself as I opened the second video.
I opened the second video. The audio seemed to have been muffled as well, only allowing me to vaguely hear a female voice slowly explaining something. The video began with a micro-camera's perspective aimed at the pussy. Through the footage, I could see a gentle vibration near the thighs and hear a faint buzzing sound. So, was the vibrator turned on the entire time while Ms. Wu was going over the exam papers? In the video, Ms. Wu's pussy seemed unable to endure the vibrations of the vibrator, slowly releasing some fluid as if in protest. The fluid trickled down from her thighs all the way to her calves and feet. No wonder Ms. Wu had been staring intently at the exam papers, her ears flushed red. It turned out she was trying to endure the pleasure brought by the vibrator, as well as the shame of her pussy being stimulated to the point of leaking. And as for Ms. Wu's stockings—they were just ordinary white stockings. Had they turned sheer because they were soaked through by her own lewd fluids?
Suddenly, with a "thud," the woman in the video seemed to trip and stumble. I knew that was the moment she leaned against my desk. Looking back at the camera's perspective, her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and the flow from her pussy gradually increased. It was clear that Ms. Wu was doing her utmost to hold back. Thinking back now, it must have been the class monitor who suddenly turned up the vibrator's intensity. The woman in the video quickly moved to a chair and sat down—likely Ms. Wu returning to her seat behind the lectern. Ms. Wu removed the camera from her thigh and placed it under the lectern. The camera's perspective shifted from only capturing her thighs to a "view from under the desk," showing a woman sitting on a chair. From the video, only her legs and the area under her skirt were visible; nothing else could be seen.
Teacher Wu first took off her high heels, which already had some accumulated arousal fluid inside. It seemed that the vibrator had previously caused so much moisture to seep out that it trickled down her legs into her shoes. She poured the fluid from her shoes into a pink thermos that still contained half its original drinking water, then placed the heels under the lectern. Next, she slipped her left hand into her pantyhose. Since they were full-length tights, only the area below her vulva was damp with arousal, while her hips remained dry. Easily, she reached into her underwear, using two fingers to part her labia. Through the camera, it was clear that her vulva had become swollen and red from earlier stimulation. Her labia and clitoris had turned a pink, plump shade reminiscent of strawberry gummy candy, with tiny droplets clinging to the entire area, making it even more enticing. At that moment, Teacher Wu hooked the string of the wireless vibrator, which was protruding from her entrance, with her middle finger and gently pulled it out. As it came free, I almost seemed to hear a soft "pop" and saw her lower body tremble uncontrollably.
Then, Teacher Wu retrieved the thermos containing her own arousal fluid and placed the vibrator inside. It floated on the surface, with a red string dangling comically over the rim. She paused for a moment as if thinking of a solution, then took the vibrator out again. After raising the thermos briefly and bringing it back under the desk, she managed to submerge the entire vibrator when she put it back in! "While going over the test paper, I didn't see Teacher Wu pour out any water. Does that mean... she drank some of her own arousal fluid?" I watched the video in shock. Was all this part of the class monitor's task? Before I could process my surprise, what happened next left me even more stunned. Teacher Wu screwed the thermos shut and placed it on the lectern. Then, she pulled her bra down to her ribcage, leaving her breasts completely exposed. Her tender pink nipples would soon break free from the bra's restraint and press against her maid-style dress. Immediately after, she untied the side fasteners of her panties, pulled them out from her tights, and under the desk, twisted them into a hair tie. "!!!! So the hair tie I saw Teacher Wu using for her ponytail was actually her panties??" My goodness, I had always thought of Teacher Wu as an elegant and gentle older sister figure. I never imagined she would engage in such lewd behavior during her own class.
I had assumed Teacher Wu rushed off after finishing the test paper out of shame, but it turned out her thermos held the vibrator she had been wearing all day, along with a few sips of her own arousal fluid. Her white tights were soaked with moisture, and her panties were twisted into a hair tie in her hair. I couldn't help but admire how flawlessly Teacher Wu had concealed all these indecent acts.
The second video ended just as class was dismissed. So what was the third video about? I casually opened the third one.
The third video was not long, and the female protagonist's face was still pixelated, with her voice altered. The camera angle was close to the ground, likely filmed with a phone placed on the floor. The woman was completely naked, wearing only a pair of sheer white pantyhose that revealed her skin. Who else could it be but Ms. Wu? Ms. Wu was sitting outside a door, her legs spread in an "M" shape, slowly rubbing her clitoris with her fingers. Behind her, a figure could be seen moving inside the door, busy cooking. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Ms. Wu's next words confirmed the identity of the figure. "Stir-fried pork and sautéed celery," the person in the kitchen replied, still occupied. "Mmm... honey... okay... I'm looking forward to it~" Even with the voice distortion, the seductive tone was unmistakable. "Please, let me climax, I beg you, Master, allow me to climax!!! Mmm... mmm..." Ms. Wu's eyes were fixed on the camera. She was video chatting with someone else!!! It suddenly dawned on me: while her husband was diligently cooking in the kitchen, this woman was outside, masturbating on a video call? "Mmm, okay, I understand~" As if receiving some kind of instruction, Ms. Wu took off her pantyhose. The other person in the video had muted their audio, so it was impossible to tell what command they had given.
After removing the pantyhose, Ms. Wu held one leg of it with her left hand while using the middle and index fingers of her right hand to spread her labia apart. With her legs wide open in an "M" shape, her fingers created a large gap. Then, with her left hand, she slowly inserted half of the pantyhose into her vagina. Her expression was not one of discomfort as one might expect, but rather one of anticipation.
Paired with the faintly visible figure cooking behind her, the scene was utterly lewd.
Once half of the pantyhose was inside her, Ms. Wu quickly picked up the other half and placed it over her clitoris, rubbing it vigorously through the fabric. "Honey, the stir-fried pork is done. Just need to sauté the greens, and it'll be ready soon. Honey, could you pour me a glass of water? Cooking is so tiring," Ms. Wu's husband said in an almost whiny tone.
Upon hearing this, Ms. Wu's movements sped up dramatically. She transformed into a desperately lustful woman, frantically rubbing her clitoris. Soon, she threw her head back, breathing rapidly, her legs trembling uncontrollably in the air. Suddenly, she clamped her left hand tightly over her mouth, stifling any sound, while her right hand moved even faster.
After a powerful spasm, Ms. Wu collapsed onto the floor like a limp rag, her legs thudding heavily as they hit the ground. "Honey, what happened? Did you bump into something?" the figure inside called out in concern.
Teacher Wu jolted awake, scrambling up despite her trembling, weak body, and hastily replied, "It's nothing... I just bumped into something while pouring water, it's fine..." She struggled to stuff the remaining half of the pantyhose into her pussy, quickly put on her nightgown, and ran to the water dispenser to pour a cup of water. Just as she reached the kitchen doorway, the person in the video seemed to issue another command. Teacher Wu then held the cup beneath her pussy, rubbed her clit, and a clear stream of liquid slowly trickled out. She carried the cup to the video, shook it slightly, and then turned off the recording.
After watching these three videos, I couldn't calm down for a long time. In the group chat, exclamations of amazement and questions rose one after another. Meanwhile, my own doubts grew stronger. So, Teacher Wu was such a promiscuous woman? What privileges did the class monitor have that could make her record three videos for a single task? And who was the other person in the video? But there was no time to dwell on these questions. On my way home, I changed Teacher Wu's contact name to "Cum Dispenser"—a fitting nickname if there ever was one.
Exhausted, I had just arrived home when I heard the doorbell ring—ding-dong, ding-dong. "Mom, did you forget your keys again?" I called out as I opened the door. To my surprise, it wasn't my mother but a man who looked like a delivery courier. "Is this Sun Xiudong's residence? Please sign for this package." I signed my mother's name and accepted it. "I'm her son, you can just give it to me."
I brought the package inside—a thin cardboard box. Unable to resist my curiosity, I used scissors to open it. Inside were two velvet-covered boxes labeled: Laimi Velvet Pantyhose (Dark Gray) and Laimi Wings (Nude). My mom actually bought pantyhose? Since when?