Author: aliujibiguo
Word count: 25539
I am a senior high school student, and my family lives in a small remote county, where the development is relatively backward. Today is a special day. The juniors and juniors of the first and second grades stood neatly on the playground. To be honest, no one dared to speak, because they were about to be reviewed and insulted by a woman.
The once-a-month school-wide routine meeting, to put it bluntly, is like a criticism meeting during the Cultural Revolution. The meeting was presided over by a middle-aged woman. She is the teaching director of our school. She is called “Master Miejue”. She is not called Miejue because she is ugly, but because she is too strict and never tolerates cheating and mischievous students.
But I just entered the third year of high school and got out of the sea of suffering. Finally, I don’t have to worry about her as much as before. But today I still hang out on the playground, uninvited, and my eyes are fixed on that figure. A plump and mature woman walked on the stage. The dean first notified a bunch of students and classes who had deducted marks, and the whole school notified them without mercy, embarrassing those students and their class teachers and wanting to get into the cracks in the ground.
But I watched it with gusto, and even set up a tent under the waistband of my trousers out of season.
If it was before, it would be unimaginable, but it was the first time I looked at the dean with a man’s eyes, and found that she was actually not bad looking, and she was very charming.
I ran to the toilet and took out a blue-black thing from my pocket. All the evil thoughts came from it. When I opened it, it was a pair of women’s underwear.
The dean who was speaking harshly on the stage would never have imagined that the underpants she had just changed would appear in my hands.
I unfolded the inner side of the panties, and there were still traces of the crotch being caught by the mysterious shape. I eagerly sniffed it under my nose, and it was close to the nostrils. It was a very strong female lower body odor, which was a combination of the products of the metabolism of an unknown number of mature women. Of course, the smell could not be a fresh fragrance, but my nostrils were expanding. The front position of the pants is like the golden section point of a straight line, exposing the strongest smell of the underwear.
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