Chapter 87 - 56 Part 2: Tested by Temptation in the Classroom (18+)

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Chapter 56 Part 2: Tested by Temptation in the Classroom

Zhu Ying had taken the day off, but when she returned the next day, she was in fine spirits clearly well satisfied.

Since she was in charge of the math papers, she spent her free time reviewing and editing them in the office.

Of course, since she taught junior and senior years, she only had access to freshman papers.

Aside from work, I’d been holing up with my laptop whenever possible.

Mainly because Qin Yu dogged me every break, even after school, forcing me to hide.

But this only made her clingier when she found me.

Gu Ling began lactating on the third morning nowhere near as much as Yan Yi the dairy cow, but enough to give me a cup of fresh milk morning, noon, and night, satisfying my cravings.

Every noon, she’d come to the school gate to hand the milk to Qianyi, who’d deliver it to me.

I adored their milk I could never have enough.

Gu Ling’s output was still too low.

Luckily, You Ya delivered three large bottles (6000ml total) of Yan Yi’s milk daily, so I shelved the idea of making Keke induce lactation right away.

Yan Yi truly was a cow.

But lately, Shen Li had been pouting she twisted and turned, wanting to induce lactation too. I refused, figuring Yan Yi’s output covered my needs.

She was actually sulking no more milk massages during my baths.

No amount of coaxing worked, so I finally agreed.

If she produced too much, it was fine Keke and the others liked milk too.

And if all else failed, I could brush my teeth and wash my face with Yan Yi’s milk.

Friday, exam day, arrived in a flash.

I’d missed the last midterm dealing with Gu Ling and Qianyi.

Here, monthly exams were strict basically mini-college entrance exams.

Everyone had to take them, even those already admitted to university.

If anything, the already-admitted took them more seriously, since universities kept tabs. Two or more low scores could get admission offers rescinded.

Thankfully, they evaluated on raw scores, not rank, so it rarely happened.

The day before, last period elective was cancelled so we could tidy the classroom.

All books were moved to the hallway, neatly stacked in student cabinets.

In this world, students had fewer textbooks and materials maybe a third as much as in the main world.

A few keeners had more, but not by much.

With just desks and chairs remaining, even inspirational slogans on the walls were covered. It felt like my own college entrance exam years ago.

On exam day, teachers couldn’t proctor their own grade, let alone their own class. For the first session, I was assigned to Senior Class 7.

Ten minutes before start, I took the sealed exam packet and headed over.

Along the way, students stripped naked in the halls, revealing youthful bodies I had to work hard not to get hard.

But the students, in their late teens, seemed used to it, stripping without a second thought.

Some boys couldn’t resist groping girls’ breasts or asses; the girls just laughed, some even reaching for the boys’ cocks, stroking them stiff.

At the door, a female teacher, also naked, had already arrived.

I nodded to her, placed the exams on the lectern, then quickly undressed by the door.

Aside from fucking Keke in class, this was my first time fully nude before students. I was nervous thankfully, that kept me from getting hard.

Still, some girls saw my cock and couldn’t help remarking, "Wow~ Teacher’s cock looks big~" Even soft, I was larger than most.

Eyes gathered, fixed on my crotch.

"Teacher~ Can you get hard for us? I’ll suck you~"

I quickly pulled on a "proctoring gown," covering myself.

To prevent cheating, neither teachers nor students could wear their own clothes not even underwear.

If a girl was menstruating or in estrus, any collection device had to be on the leg, not inside.

Even so, all such kits had to be replaced with school-issued ones for exam day.

A few with nipple or clit piercings had to remove them temporarily, jewelry too.

Teachers wore a special gown, like a loose dress, mainly to prevent distraction.

Students had to go through a body scan, ensuring no electronics.

After stripping, they were scanned internally for "anal beads" that could transmit answers via vibration.

The female teacher swept each student with a detector; those cleared entered.

I double-checked, ensuring only school-issued menstrual devices were present, then handed out gowns.

Students with microchips like Keke and Qianyi had to declare them in advance.

One by one they entered, none smuggling in contraband.

Once seated, the teacher produced a box. "Raise your hand if you need anal beads." Most did; she distributed basic beads.

These were for bowel cleansing only, no sexual function.

Students moistened the beads with spit and inserted them.

Finishing, the teacher returned to the lectern: "Mr. Yu, would you like some?"

I shook my head.

She lifted her gown and inserted one into herself.

Then the standard exam routine papers distributed, answer sheets handed out, bell, begin.

First session was Chinese, 90 minutes, 9:00–10:30.

Next, a minor subject, 11:00–12:00.

Afternoon: one major, one minor, 1:30–4:30.

Electives were tested separately, usually after school the next Monday and Tuesday.

Those tests were less strict.

Proctors sat at the front and back, not moving unless necessary. The female teacher took the rear, leaving me at the lectern.

Signal jammers ensured no phones, not even microchips worked.

When I’d first transmigrated, I’d been amazed by the chips now I knew they were simple tech, even less advanced than anal beads.

Stuck staring at scribbling students, I grew anxious.

I’d revamped my teaching methods student response was positive, but results were unknown.

I knew progress took time; I just hoped we wouldn’t backslide.

Keke was no worry her humanities scores were strong, math above average.

My main concern was Gu Qianyi. She’d barely attended since sophomore year. Though Keke and I had tutored her lately, outside of Chinese, I was useless even math was now Keke’s domain.

I’d considered asking Zhu Ying or He Shuyu for help, but in-service teachers couldn’t tutor outside school. Teaching Qianyi myself was fine she was my slave but involving others could be trouble.

Plus, time was too short for her to bridge the gap. I could only root for her silently.

Qian Xin and I had a deal for every 20 rank improvements, I’d fuck her once (orgasm required).

Her scores weren’t great mid-200s out of 950 sophomores. For both our sakes, I hoped she’d improve.

Liang Jiawan didn’t know I’d already fucked Qian Xin, but sensed her increased affection.

So she made her own bet if she improved, I’d owe her a favor.

She’d decide what later.

Of course, if their grades dropped, there’d be penalties.

But I couldn’t reward them with sex, and physical punishment was out if their families found out, I’d be out of a job.

Even BDSM might be a reward.

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