"Don't spit it out, swallow it all." As if unable to disobey his command, I swallowed the fluid in my mouth. After seeing that I had swallowed everything, he finally released me, then patted my head and said, "Good slutty teacher," just like an owner petting their obedient pet. I didn't respond but quickly fixed my clothes. While I was adjusting my outfit, he turned and walked toward the pavilion exit. After I finished straightening my clothes, I hurried after him with small steps, linking both my arms with his and resting my head against his arm.

"I'm yours now, you can't abandon me," I whispered softly, like a small, helpless pet afraid of being abandoned by its owner.

"Mine? You're not mine yet."

Seeing it was almost noon, we found a place in the park to eat something. Though the meal was simple, he occasionally picked food for me and wiped the corners of my mouth, making me feel completely happy. After eating, I leaned aexuding a maturity beyond his yearsFinally, he also positioned his tip at my entrance. With a squelching sound, he entered my body. This unprecedented pleasure made my expression contort beyond words, seemingly unable even to moan. What followed was pain. My unused passage combined with his thickness and size made me feel pain like my first time, even exceeding it.

Tears streamed down my face. Ecstasy, pain, joy, resentment, a whirlwind of emotions made me break down sobbing. My loud sobbing, combined with unstoppable sweat and tears, all displayed on my charming face. He held my head with one hand, letting me lean against his shoulder, while stroking my back with the other hand, continuously murmuring:

"Teacher, it's okay, teacher, it's okay."

Under his comfort, my emotions gradually stabilized, changing from loud crying to soft sobbing. Thinking about how my voluptuous, mature body had been so easily claimed by my student, I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly bit down on his shoulder. His whole body trembled, and the hands holding my waist let go to grip the edge of the car seat tightly. Two minutes later, I slowly released my bite, looking at the two rows of dark purple marks on his shoulder. Feeling remorseful, I asked:

"Are you okay? Does it hurt? I just now-" Before I could finish, he interrupted:

"It's fine, teacher. Your husband doesn't mind."

"Who's your wife... hmph-" Hearing his shameless claim, I pouted and turned my head away. But in my heart, a hint of sweetness inexplicably bloomed.

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