Author: xiaoshusheng
Word count: 7242
“Oh, the teacher’s left foot seems to feel A Yao’s heartbeat. It’s beating so fast. Are you so excited under the teacher’s feet? Ah Yao, what are you doing with your legs? Could it be that the teacher stepped on your chest and made A Yao feel impulsive? It seems that A Yao is born to be the teacher’s bitch.” Qian Ling’s extremely gentle but humiliating voice appeared again. I hugged Qian Ling’s jade feet directly, but other people did not have this blessing. At Qian Ling’s feet, I found the value of my own existence.
At this moment, the bathroom ushered in a moment of silence, only the sound of my rapid breathing and Qian Ling’s occasional snickering from above. In this tranquility, the melodious sound of a stream of water rushing against the wall of the toilet sounded, and Qian Ling finally opened the gate to release the water after a series of rituals such as undressing and stepping on her chest. I didn’t feel anything when I heard the sound of myself urinating before, but the sound of Qian Ling’s water flushing the toilet made my dryness rise to a higher level. I felt parched. From the angle of the sound, I could almost tell that at this moment, Qian Ling’s urine was flushing on the wall of the toilet directly above my face. I suddenly had a thought that frightened me. If there is no toilet wall, then the one connected to Qian Ling’s urination at this moment is her source, and the other is not my mouth?
Drinking another woman’s piss? This is simply too humiliating, even if it is the urine of a big beautiful woman, this is not a scene that a normal person can think of at all. I don’t know why I came up with such an idea. I think Qian Ling deliberately created a posture, stepping on my chest, making my head rest on the toilet, plus letting me take off her jeans and underwear little by little, and allowing me to watch her charming harbor up close. This series of behaviors has subtly changed my inherent view of the “toilet”.
With a sound of “Woo…”, Qian Ling let out a comfortable breath, which is a pleasant behavior after peeing. Hearing this sound, I feel that everything I have done is worthwhile. At this time, the pressure on my chest suddenly increased, and Qian Ling stood up directly from the position of sitting on the toilet. At this moment, Qian Ling’s whole body was standing on my chest, and the pressure on my chest was unbearable. Twisting, trying to reduce the heaviness, Qian Ling stood firmly on my chest, looked at my writhing body due to pain, and let out a big laugh “hahahaha”.
Then Qian Ling turned around on my chest, facing my head, I looked upLooking over the head, above the charming harbor in the black forest, there is a pair of tall and straight chest, and above the chest is the stern face of Queen Qian Ling looking down at an ant.
“What’s the matter, A Yao, why do you look so painful, does the teacher standing on your chest make A Yao uncomfortable?” Qian Ling asked earnestly, but her expression showed no concern.
“Mr. Qian, no, Ayao feels… Ayao feels very comfortable…very comfortable” Because Qian Ling was standing on my chest, my airway was not so smooth, and my speech began to stop and stop.
“Since Ayao is comfortable, then move your hands away from the teacher’s leg. The teacher’s leg that Ayao is holding is very painful.” Qian Ling smiled like a flower, and said in a teasing tone. My hands just gently grasped Qian Ling’s calf. This was an instinctive reaction when a heavy object was placed on my body. I didn’t use any force at all. Qian Ling said that the pain was definitely intentional.
I took a strong breath, stabilized my body, and slowly moved my hands away from Qian Ling’s calf. As soon as my hands left Qian Ling’s body, I suddenly felt another heavy pressure on my left chest.
“The teacher saw that A Yao’s hand grabbed the teacher’s leg again. The teacher felt that A Yao’s hand was going to scratch the calf. Could it be that A Yao was worried that the teacher would not be able to stand on A Yao’s chest, and was afraid that the teacher would fall, so she deliberately supported the teacher’s leg. Is it like this?” Qian Ling laughed heartily at her prank, but her mouth was still unforgiving.
My little face was pale with suffocation, my breathing became more and more rapid, and I could hardly speak. Seeing this, Qian Ling raised her left foot and put on the slippers placed next to my cheek. Immediately, her right foot also left my chest, put on the shoes and stood by the side, “Get up.”
I immediately got up, turned over and knelt in front of Qian Ling, “Bring some papers to the teacher,” Qian Ling ordered.
“Mr. Qian, the drawing paper is behind your left hand.” I looked at Qian Ling suspiciously, pointed at the drawing paper with my right index finger and said.
The toilet paper was placed on the shelf next to the toilet behind Qian Ling. Qian Ling was almost leaning on the shelf. The toilet paper was only ten centimeters away from Qian Ling’s hand. It could be pulled out without reaching out and turning her wrist.
“The teacher knows, but the teacher never uses his hands when going to the toilet. In “Talks of the Palace Ladies”, the last court lady in the late Qing Dynasty clearly recalled the details of serving Cixi to the toilet. It mentioned that Cixi never used her hands to go to the toilet. All the preparations and aftermath for Cixi’s convenience were done by others. All Cixi had to do was sit down, facilitate, stand up, and go out, that’s all. Could it be that in A Yao’s mind, the teacher is not worthy of the same treatment as Cixi?” Qian Ling said lightly.
My God, the feudal society oppressed the low-level people so much. They are also human beings, but some people are born into imperial families, and some people are destined to be servants all their lives, serving others for a living. But facing the beautiful woman standing in front of me, I suddenly felt that the feudal behavior of “Cixi never uses her hands when going to the toilet” should be preserved. Goddesses like Qian Ling should be served by the world, even in the toilet., and should be served unreservedly from beginning to end.
“No, no, Mr. Qian, how can Cixi compare with you, Cixi is just a subjugated woman listening to politics behind a curtain, that’s all.
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