Chapter 46 | 0046 Teaching her vulgar language (dirty talk, erotic fantasies) step by step
"Let's set some rules."
“Say ‘cloud’ in Chinese, and I’ll tell you its German equivalent.”
What kind of Chinese?
"When describing a part of your body, you must use a metaphor, not a specific one. You cannot use words like 'chest' or 'genitals'."
"If you can't learn it, I'll use some methods as punishment to help you memorize it."
Ah, this is considered punishment? Even if the master hits her hard, he will make her keep having orgasms.
Hobart clearly understood what Wu Qian was thinking, and he added, "If you learn it, I'll take off a piece of clothing as a reward."
"Clothes!" "Any one, you decide."
Wu Xian was overwhelmed by the sweet reward, realizing that it meant she temporarily had the right to command her master. This was an irresistible temptation, but... but... she also wanted to be beaten by her master...
“The first cloud.” Hobart didn’t give her much of a chance to waver.
Looking down at her own body, she said, "Peach flesh."
“Aprikose” is a very precise German word, which is difficult for U.S. engineers.
Hobert opened his mouth, and before she could even see how his tongue curled up, he had already uttered a complete sound.
Wu Xian tried to imitate it, but failed.
Hobart was very patient. He taught her again, speaking as slowly as possible, making her look at her tongue and guiding her through each syllable. He put his fingers in to help her adjust the position of her tongue in various places.
With her master's hand in her mouth, Wu Xian had no interest in studying. She sucked hard on her cheeks, making smacking noises. Hobert patted her cheek as a warning to calm her down.
Her tongue was being manipulated, and saliva flowed out along with the pronunciation. By the time Hobert had Wuxian repeat it alone, her chin and neck were wet.
With the guidance of a good teacher, the slow learner successfully repeated the story.
Hobert then helped her clean it up.
"Next, Cloud."
Wu Xian recalled how Hobert looked down at her as she uttered the words, nonchalant, his thin lips parting and closing with a refined air.
He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular physique, exuding both refinement and arrogance.
If he were to actually become a teacher, many students would want to sleep with him. Even if he seemed old-fashioned, the erotic rumors about Mr. Hobart would still be the talk of the town among all the high school girls in the bathroom.
But they can only think about it.
He was aloof and strict, even to the point of silencing rumors, taboos, and silence.
Mr. Hobart only allowed Cloud to strip naked and hide under his desk to lick his genitals, act as his cushion, and call him master.
He would teach her vulgar words and meticulously correct her pronunciation.
She took a deep breath and said, "Chamber pot."
“Nachttopf,” the master said, addressing her with his beautiful red eyes fixed on her, giving her the illusion that Hobart was using the word to describe her.
He said she was Nachttopf.
This was an adjective describing a part of her body, and a kind of almost insulting pleasure welled up inside her. She felt ashamed, yet also thrilled by this secret.
She is Nachttopf, the master's chamber pot...
This time, Wu Qian learned very quickly; her face was flushed, like a student excited about grasping knowledge.
Her words became increasingly offensive.
She said that words like "faucet," "bag," and "piggy bank," which sound normal but actually carry deeper meanings, were translated and taught to her by her owner.
Hobart was a good teacher, his tone unchanging and methodical, while Wu Qian, the naughty student, was already clenching her legs together, indulging in erotic fantasies about her teacher.
She thought that if Mr. Hobart was really that old-fashioned, she would definitely force herself on his penis during his afternoon nap. He would scold her, calling her a bad girl, a faucet that can't stop peeing, a bag that eats men's penises, and a piggy bank for semen.
She'll definitely have an orgasm and cry.
"Cloud," her master called.
Wu Xian thought of a word that could describe her as a "flesh sheath." Did such a word exist in German? A flesh sheath—she would tightly wrap around her master's penis, all night and all day, using her vagina and cervix to entangle and frolic with him.
"cloud, peach flesh."
"What?" Wu Xian didn't react.
"It's time to check the results, Cloud."
"Tell me, how do you pronounce 'peach meat'?"
The pronunciation of "桃肉" is...
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The author isn't a German major; it's all from translation software. It's mainly just for fun with this alternative form of profanity, so please don't take it too seriously (^з^)-☆
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