Chapter 1

I'm a teacher at an adult education center.

Looking for thrills, I deliberately went without underwear.

But I never expected one of my students to see me.

He secretly took photos of me, then smiled as he pinned me down.

"Teacher, do you need me?"

...

After my shower, I put on the new lace dress I'd bought, admiring my beautiful curves in the mirror, completely captivated by myself.

I lay next to my boyfriend, hoping he'd do something to me.

But he remained indifferent, leaving me disappointed.

He sighed: "Quinn, it's not that I don't want to satisfy you, but you're too much. Who can handle three times a day and still keep going..."

"But... I'm still so uncomfortable." I squeezed my legs together, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Quinn, I really can't anymore..."

I bit my lip looking at him, but the strange sensations in my body hadn't subsided.

Under his helpless gaze, I could only silently walk into the bathroom.

I have a sex addiction.

Normal frequency can't satisfy me.

So I can only rely on certain tools.

But those things only bring me momentary pleasure.

A few days later, he suddenly broke up with me.

He said he couldn't satisfy me.

Before we broke up, I begged him to take me to cloud nine one more time.

He gritted his teeth and refused with obvious reluctance.

I could understand him actually, since not everyone could accept me the way I am now.

But ever since we broke up, that empty feeling has been growing stronger.

I wanted to go somewhere with lots of people...

I got hired as a teacher at an adult education center.

Would there be many people there?

Just thinking about it got me excited.

Our adult education required in-person classes, and the class I was assigned had nearly two-thirds men...

Thinking about this made my mouth go dry.

So on the first day of adult education, I deliberately wore a tight cheongsam, half-unbuttoned, making myself look extra alluring.

I hoped someone would notice, but was also afraid someone would notice - this psychological game made my heart itch.

I clicked into the classroom in stilettos, and almost everyone's eyes turned to me.

Only a few scattered women just glanced up at me once, while those men's gazes practically stuck to my body.

As soon as I entered, they whistled at me.

I deliberately revealed more of my beauty, and their gazes grew increasingly excited.

This kind of attention really pleased me, and I noticed several of the men seemed to be gym-goers...

I couldn't help swallowing, imagining if they could all be at my disposal.

Just thinking about it made every cell in my body scream for more.

But I still had to maintain composure - after all, I had to teach.

During the lecture, those men's eyes never left my body.

Some men deliberately made crude jokes, and I pretended to answer their questions properly, while they just gave me meaningful looks.

"Teacher, you're being naughty."

I playfully stuck out my tongue.

During break, all the women went to the bathroom together, while the men crowded around saying they wanted to ask me questions.

They claimed to have questions, but their eyes stayed on my body the whole time.

One even deliberately bumped into me when I wasn't paying attention, and due to momentum, I stumbled forward a few steps and shuddered.

Just then, they "accidentally" knocked my notebook down. "Teacher, you dropped something~"

I was both embarrassed and annoyed - they were obviously doing it on purpose!

"Could someone please help me pick it up? Thank you."

But those men pretended not to see.

Today I wore this cheongsam with a very deep front slit - if I squatted down, everything would be visible.

They whistled and jeered, making my face burn red.

Then I heard strange sounds - some people's hands had already disappeared above the desk.

I bit my lip, covered my chest and bent down to pick up the notebook, but this cheongsam made movement inconvenient.

Someone smacked my behind, and I yelped in pain and embarrassment, making all those men stare with wide eyes.