22-10-2025, 12:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 24-10-2025, 12:03 PM by lee.jae.han. Edited 4 times in total. Edited 4 times in total.)
## Update 25: Madam Validates the Painful Final Chapter (Avi and Madam/Meena Chachi)
The next day, at college, my mind was completely elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about the intense pleasure of sex from the day before. The memory of the "final chapter" kept replaying in my head, and I was going crazy thinking about the promised final lesson Madam was going to teach me today.
Somehow, college dragged on and was finally over. I rushed home, eager to leave again. As I was leaving the house, Meena Chachi stopped me. She mentioned casually, her eyes flicking up to me, that she was planning on coming to meet Madam in the evening. The news caused a little spike of nervousness, *a quick flicker of tension deep in my chest*, but I quickly dismissed it; my appointment was now.
I started walking quickly towards Madam's house.
Madam asked as soon as I entered the room, her brow furrowing immediately as she noticed the tension in my face. "What's the matter? You look a little worried."
“No, it's nothing,” I lied, avoiding her direct gaze.
She asked, her voice softening with concern, thinking of the intense physical act. "Are you worried because of what happened yesterday?"
“No, it's not that,” I insisted, rubbing my hand against my thigh.
She teased, pressing, a slight smile curving her lips. “Then what is it? Did you miss me?”
I confessed, the real source of my worry bubbling out. “Yesterday, my chachi asked me why I was so late getting home.”
She asked, her eyes widening in genuine worry, betraying how critical the secrecy was to her. “Did you tell her about our lesson?”
“No, I didn't tell her anything. I told her that I was studying a new chapter, and that's why it was late,” I said, shrugging. I felt a pang of guilt, not for the lie, but for potentially creating trouble for her.
I mumbled, looking down at my feet. “Sorry, Madam.”
She dismissed the apology with a wave of her hand and a mischievous smile. “Oh, why are you saying sorry? I had so much fun.” The smile clearly reminded me that the risk had been worth the reward.
I asked, a lingering confusion from the previous day's encounter surfacing. “But you had fun even though you were bleeding?”
She explained with a slight shrug. “It's normal for it to bleed the first time when a woman takes a lund that large, especially the first time in a while. What's new in that?”
“Oh, now I get it. If you were a virgin, your chooť would have bled too,” I said, finally connecting the fact of her bleeding with the initial pain she felt when my lund went in.
She gave me a pleased smile, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, you're a smart one. I'll be right back from the bathroom.”
Madam was walking towards the bathroom with a noticeable, slight limp. My own body gave a sympathetic twinge; I also felt a little pain in my lund, a soreness that reminded me of my exertions. *Maybe it hurt because I put it in too fast,* I thought.
After Madam came back, I went into the bathroom. Just like the new routine, as soon as I entered the bathroom, Madam started the coffee maker. Then we returned to the sofa and drank the coffee.
She shook her head dramatically, her eyes half-closed. “You took my life out of me. But it's a good thing you didn't listen to me about stopping. If you had listened to me, I would have never asked for final chapter. Thank you, Avi,” she finished, a deep sense of fulfillment in her voice, revealing the true nature of yesterday's challenging "final chapter."
*So, that's what that intense, painful climax was,* I realized, a fresh wave of excitement and shock hitting me. My cheeks felt hot. “Your happiness is my happiness,” I said, meaning the statement completely, the pleasure of her satisfaction echoing my own.
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The next day, at college, my mind was completely elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about the intense pleasure of sex from the day before. The memory of the "final chapter" kept replaying in my head, and I was going crazy thinking about the promised final lesson Madam was going to teach me today.
Somehow, college dragged on and was finally over. I rushed home, eager to leave again. As I was leaving the house, Meena Chachi stopped me. She mentioned casually, her eyes flicking up to me, that she was planning on coming to meet Madam in the evening. The news caused a little spike of nervousness, *a quick flicker of tension deep in my chest*, but I quickly dismissed it; my appointment was now.
I started walking quickly towards Madam's house.
Madam asked as soon as I entered the room, her brow furrowing immediately as she noticed the tension in my face. "What's the matter? You look a little worried."
“No, it's nothing,” I lied, avoiding her direct gaze.
She asked, her voice softening with concern, thinking of the intense physical act. "Are you worried because of what happened yesterday?"
“No, it's not that,” I insisted, rubbing my hand against my thigh.
She teased, pressing, a slight smile curving her lips. “Then what is it? Did you miss me?”
I confessed, the real source of my worry bubbling out. “Yesterday, my chachi asked me why I was so late getting home.”
She asked, her eyes widening in genuine worry, betraying how critical the secrecy was to her. “Did you tell her about our lesson?”
“No, I didn't tell her anything. I told her that I was studying a new chapter, and that's why it was late,” I said, shrugging. I felt a pang of guilt, not for the lie, but for potentially creating trouble for her.
I mumbled, looking down at my feet. “Sorry, Madam.”
She dismissed the apology with a wave of her hand and a mischievous smile. “Oh, why are you saying sorry? I had so much fun.” The smile clearly reminded me that the risk had been worth the reward.
I asked, a lingering confusion from the previous day's encounter surfacing. “But you had fun even though you were bleeding?”
She explained with a slight shrug. “It's normal for it to bleed the first time when a woman takes a lund that large, especially the first time in a while. What's new in that?”
“Oh, now I get it. If you were a virgin, your chooť would have bled too,” I said, finally connecting the fact of her bleeding with the initial pain she felt when my lund went in.
She gave me a pleased smile, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, you're a smart one. I'll be right back from the bathroom.”
Madam was walking towards the bathroom with a noticeable, slight limp. My own body gave a sympathetic twinge; I also felt a little pain in my lund, a soreness that reminded me of my exertions. *Maybe it hurt because I put it in too fast,* I thought.
After Madam came back, I went into the bathroom. Just like the new routine, as soon as I entered the bathroom, Madam started the coffee maker. Then we returned to the sofa and drank the coffee.
She shook her head dramatically, her eyes half-closed. “You took my life out of me. But it's a good thing you didn't listen to me about stopping. If you had listened to me, I would have never asked for final chapter. Thank you, Avi,” she finished, a deep sense of fulfillment in her voice, revealing the true nature of yesterday's challenging "final chapter."
*So, that's what that intense, painful climax was,* I realized, a fresh wave of excitement and shock hitting me. My cheeks felt hot. “Your happiness is my happiness,” I said, meaning the statement completely, the pleasure of her satisfaction echoing my own.
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