21-10-2025, 11:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 24-10-2025, 11:07 AM by lee.jae.han. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
## Update 20: The Test, the Semen, and the Command to Secrecy (Avi and Madam)
I called out to Madam, but she remained frozen, her gaze locked onto my erect lunď. I reached out and gently shook her arm, and she finally jolted back to her senses with a sharp intake of breath.
“What happened, Madam?” I asked, my voice tight with a fresh wave of panic.
Madam stammered, her voice breathless and rough. “Nothing… well… your… your lunď… is it really… is this real?”
“I don’t understand anything, Madam,” I replied, completely confused by her profound shock.
“It's nothing,” Madam insisted, taking a deep, shaky breath to regain control, but her eyes kept quickly snapping back to my exposed body.
“But why were you standing like that? Please tell me, is there a problem?” I pressed, the fear of a disease clawing at my throat.
Madam steadied herself, her tone finally sounding like the teacher I knew. “Wait, let me check it first, then I'll tell you.”
“Yes, please check quickly,” I urged, the frantic drumming of my heart filling my ears.
A hint of genuine awe now softened Madam’s voice. “Avi, your lunď is really long. In my life, I have never seen such a big lunď.”
“Do I have some disease?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, trembling with fear.
“Avi, I’ll have to check to see if you have a disease or not,” Madam said aloud, holding my gaze.
Looking at his lunď, Madam chooť was already wet. She needed to think of something quickly. A clever idea formed in her mind: an idea that would allow her to have sex with him and, at the same time, release him from a disease he was never even close to having.
“Yes, please check quickly,” I repeated eagerly, desperate for a verdict.
“Wait, I’ll get some oil from inside,” Madam said, turning toward the bedroom.
“Why oil?” I asked, bewildered.
“To check if you have a disease or not,” she replied, a practiced, believable lie.
“Yes, please get it,” I agreed instantly.
Madam returned and poured the cool, slick oil onto the shaft of my lunď, then started rubbing it in well. I was enjoying the strange, intimate, warm sensation, but the fear of a potential disease remained heavy in my mind, overshadowing the pleasure. Madam started moving her hand faster, the smooth, warm friction causing a sharp, intense pleasure that reminded me of my first time masturbating in the storehouse.
She increased the speed and intensity of her hand, her expression completely focused. After about ten minutes of continuous, rhythmic movement, my lunď stiffened further, swelling almost painfully. I knew the white liquid would come out again, just like it had at the storehouse. The liquid erupted from me, and Madam expertly curved her hand to catch the thick fluid.
Madam held her hand steady, presenting it to me. “Look at this, Avi. This will tell me if you have a disease or not.”
“But how will this tell you?” I asked, confused by the strange procedure.
Madam’s eyes fixed intensely on mine. “I will taste it, and then I'll know.”
“But this is dirty,” I protested, instinctively recoiling from the idea.
Madam maintained her calm, instructional tone. “No, this is not dirty. This is what makes a baby.”
“How?” I asked, my confusion about biology still profound.
“When this liquid goes into a girl’s chooť, a baby is born,” she explained patiently.
“But a baby is born after sex. My friends say so,” I argued, trying to reconcile the facts.
“This liquid goes into the girl’s chooť during sex. Wait, let me check first to see if you have a disease or not,” she said, cutting off further questions.
Madam slowly brought her hand to her mouth. I watched, horrified and profoundly fascinated, as she touched the liquid with her tongue, sampling it. My throat felt suddenly tight, and I couldn't breathe properly. A dizzying heat rose to my face as I watched her. My heart hammered against my ribs, waiting for the diagnosis. After a few seconds, a wave of profound, total relief washed over me as I saw a distinct, satisfied happiness spread across her face.
“What happened, Madam? Is everything okay?” I asked desperately, my voice thin.
“Yes, everything is fine,” Madam said aloud, her voice ringing with satisfaction.
“I don’t have any disease?” I asked, the relief making me feel light-headed and giddy.
“There is nothing to be scared of. You don't have any disease,” she confirmed, confirming the end of my great fear.
“Then why is my lunď so big?” I asked, now merely curious, the fear replaced by pride.
“You should thank God that you have such a good lunď. Very few people have one this big. Understand?” she said, complimenting me lavishly, making me stand taller.
“Thank you, Madam. You’ve lifted such a huge burden off my mind,” I said, truly grateful for her help.
I was still standing there, naked and exposed.
“The liquid that came out is called semen,” she clarified, the teacher in her persisting.
“Okay,” I acknowledged.
Madam fixed me with a serious look, establishing the vital rule of secrecy. “Listen, Avi, don’t tell anyone about what happened today.”
“I won't tell anyone,” I promised immediately.
Madam’s voice became deliberately probing, softer and more intimate. “Avi, just like I saw your lunď today, have you ever seen a girl’s chooť?”
“No, Madam,” I lied quickly, the images of the Principal and Mona flashing instantly through my mind.
“Would you like to see one?” she asked.
“Yes, I would like to see one,” I said, my curiosity burning away my shyness.
“Do you want to see mine?” she asked, her voice dropping lower, full of invitation.
“Yours?” I asked, surprised and overwhelmed by the directness.
Madam rose slowly from the sofa, her eyes fixed on mine. “Yes, what would you like to see?”
“If you show me, I’ll definitely look,” I said, a wave of pure excitement making my breath shallow and fast.
“Then come to my bedroom,” she commanded, her eyes holding me captive, signaling the complete and final shift in our relationship.
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I called out to Madam, but she remained frozen, her gaze locked onto my erect lunď. I reached out and gently shook her arm, and she finally jolted back to her senses with a sharp intake of breath.
“What happened, Madam?” I asked, my voice tight with a fresh wave of panic.
Madam stammered, her voice breathless and rough. “Nothing… well… your… your lunď… is it really… is this real?”
“I don’t understand anything, Madam,” I replied, completely confused by her profound shock.
“It's nothing,” Madam insisted, taking a deep, shaky breath to regain control, but her eyes kept quickly snapping back to my exposed body.
“But why were you standing like that? Please tell me, is there a problem?” I pressed, the fear of a disease clawing at my throat.
Madam steadied herself, her tone finally sounding like the teacher I knew. “Wait, let me check it first, then I'll tell you.”
“Yes, please check quickly,” I urged, the frantic drumming of my heart filling my ears.
A hint of genuine awe now softened Madam’s voice. “Avi, your lunď is really long. In my life, I have never seen such a big lunď.”
“Do I have some disease?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, trembling with fear.
“Avi, I’ll have to check to see if you have a disease or not,” Madam said aloud, holding my gaze.
Looking at his lunď, Madam chooť was already wet. She needed to think of something quickly. A clever idea formed in her mind: an idea that would allow her to have sex with him and, at the same time, release him from a disease he was never even close to having.
“Yes, please check quickly,” I repeated eagerly, desperate for a verdict.
“Wait, I’ll get some oil from inside,” Madam said, turning toward the bedroom.
“Why oil?” I asked, bewildered.
“To check if you have a disease or not,” she replied, a practiced, believable lie.
“Yes, please get it,” I agreed instantly.
Madam returned and poured the cool, slick oil onto the shaft of my lunď, then started rubbing it in well. I was enjoying the strange, intimate, warm sensation, but the fear of a potential disease remained heavy in my mind, overshadowing the pleasure. Madam started moving her hand faster, the smooth, warm friction causing a sharp, intense pleasure that reminded me of my first time masturbating in the storehouse.
She increased the speed and intensity of her hand, her expression completely focused. After about ten minutes of continuous, rhythmic movement, my lunď stiffened further, swelling almost painfully. I knew the white liquid would come out again, just like it had at the storehouse. The liquid erupted from me, and Madam expertly curved her hand to catch the thick fluid.
Madam held her hand steady, presenting it to me. “Look at this, Avi. This will tell me if you have a disease or not.”
“But how will this tell you?” I asked, confused by the strange procedure.
Madam’s eyes fixed intensely on mine. “I will taste it, and then I'll know.”
“But this is dirty,” I protested, instinctively recoiling from the idea.
Madam maintained her calm, instructional tone. “No, this is not dirty. This is what makes a baby.”
“How?” I asked, my confusion about biology still profound.
“When this liquid goes into a girl’s chooť, a baby is born,” she explained patiently.
“But a baby is born after sex. My friends say so,” I argued, trying to reconcile the facts.
“This liquid goes into the girl’s chooť during sex. Wait, let me check first to see if you have a disease or not,” she said, cutting off further questions.
Madam slowly brought her hand to her mouth. I watched, horrified and profoundly fascinated, as she touched the liquid with her tongue, sampling it. My throat felt suddenly tight, and I couldn't breathe properly. A dizzying heat rose to my face as I watched her. My heart hammered against my ribs, waiting for the diagnosis. After a few seconds, a wave of profound, total relief washed over me as I saw a distinct, satisfied happiness spread across her face.
“What happened, Madam? Is everything okay?” I asked desperately, my voice thin.
“Yes, everything is fine,” Madam said aloud, her voice ringing with satisfaction.
“I don’t have any disease?” I asked, the relief making me feel light-headed and giddy.
“There is nothing to be scared of. You don't have any disease,” she confirmed, confirming the end of my great fear.
“Then why is my lunď so big?” I asked, now merely curious, the fear replaced by pride.
“You should thank God that you have such a good lunď. Very few people have one this big. Understand?” she said, complimenting me lavishly, making me stand taller.
“Thank you, Madam. You’ve lifted such a huge burden off my mind,” I said, truly grateful for her help.
I was still standing there, naked and exposed.
“The liquid that came out is called semen,” she clarified, the teacher in her persisting.
“Okay,” I acknowledged.
Madam fixed me with a serious look, establishing the vital rule of secrecy. “Listen, Avi, don’t tell anyone about what happened today.”
“I won't tell anyone,” I promised immediately.
Madam’s voice became deliberately probing, softer and more intimate. “Avi, just like I saw your lunď today, have you ever seen a girl’s chooť?”
“No, Madam,” I lied quickly, the images of the Principal and Mona flashing instantly through my mind.
“Would you like to see one?” she asked.
“Yes, I would like to see one,” I said, my curiosity burning away my shyness.
“Do you want to see mine?” she asked, her voice dropping lower, full of invitation.
“Yours?” I asked, surprised and overwhelmed by the directness.
Madam rose slowly from the sofa, her eyes fixed on mine. “Yes, what would you like to see?”
“If you show me, I’ll definitely look,” I said, a wave of pure excitement making my breath shallow and fast.
“Then come to my bedroom,” she commanded, her eyes holding me captive, signaling the complete and final shift in our relationship.
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