Norway Ⅰ Classroom Love

　　Narvik, Norway.

　　In the darkness of night, the moon's weak rays struggled to illuminate the city's docks, where the cold wind and waves sent white water into the air, and a loud roar. The sky was overcast and a light mist was floating on the ground, with the mountains as black as ink against the night sky. The tall chimney at the port's machine room emitted thick smoke.

　　The bike cuts a bolt of lightning.

　　A woman in a white shirt rode a black motorbike. She had long black hair, blue eyes, a face of European nobility, and a beautiful and alluring face, her hands and feet slender, her eyes as blue as the ocean. She wore a white shirt with long sleeves and a long skirt with a large pocket at the waist. Her figure was outstanding. The hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind. Her face was beautiful and alluring. Her white shirt and long skirt with large pockets were not like those of a common man, and the clothes she wore were clearly custom made. She drove the motorbike with great ease and grace. She took off the leather cap on her head, revealing a long mane of dark hair. She stopped at the intersection and got off her bike, she was still breathing heavily.

　　Her face was red, her chest heaving, and her shirt was soaked with sweat. Her skirt was too long for her to wear on a motorcycle.

　　As a town of 1,845 people, it is Norway's northernmost frozen harbor and the point of entry and exit for Swedish iron ore. The port is now under German control and the city has a garrison of several hundred Wehrmacht soldiers. It was a small city where people lived in peace before the German invasion, but now it's a military port and it is far away from the capital, Oslo, and has always been far away.

　　There is now only one unified school in Narvik, but because it is a city under German occupation, many local teachers were arrested or had to hide. She drove a motorbike, she is 37-year-old Ellen Köhler from Germany, and now she is the head teacher of Narvik's only unified school. Ellen was very popular among the children of the town, especially with the young boys. Her figure, although already a bit thick, is still very eye-catching for these children. The local people liked her, too.

　　Ellen stopped the motorcycle at the entrance of the school, took out her keys from her bag and opened the door. Her skirt swayed slightly and revealed two beautiful slender white legs, while the moonlight illuminated the white skin on the back of her neck. She entered the school and began to prepare the class. She put down her bag and went into the small kitchen. After filling a bucket with water and preparing to wash her face, Ellen suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind and froze. Her heart beating fast.

　　Ellen took a deep breath and stood still in front of the water bucket. Her long dark hair covered most of her face and her breathing slowed down. The footsteps seemed to be very careful, they were not heavy and sounded very light. "A child? But who? In the middle of the night?"

　　"Ms. Köhler? Where are you?" a boy's voice called out from outside.

　　"Who are you? You're not supposed to be here this early." Ellen stepped out of the kitchen and stood at the entrance, blocking the light from the kitchen. The boy was 16 years old. He wore a light blue school uniform and his hair was tousled and disheveled. He seemed to have just got out of bed. "It's me. I got up too early, so I came out for a walk." the boy said with a smile, he was only 16 years old, but his face was as clean-shaven as a newborn's and he seemed very clean, especially when he was smiling, his white teeth were like the waves on a summer beach.

　　Ellen's body relaxed. "It's just you. Why are you so nervous?" She walked over to the boy, the floor boards creaked, and her body moved into the light. "Why did you get up so early today? Peter."

　　Peter smiled shyly, looking like he had something to say. Ellen put her hands on her hips, looked at him with a smile and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything? Did you forget to do your homework?"

　　"No, Can we sit down and talk?" Peter asked, his voice a bit hesitant, as if he had to gather a lot of courage to ask.

　　"Sure, Let's go to the office, let's have a seat. My back is a bit tired," Ellen replied with a smile.

　　In the office, there is a simple desk, two chairs, and a bookcase. On the bookshelf was a black picture frame, with Ellen and a tall, middle-aged man in it, who was holding her shoulders, standing side by side. He is her husband. Erik works as a technician at a local steel mill. They lived in the town together, but Erik was at the steel mill during the day.

　　The moonlight was shining through the window, casting shadows on the floor and on the wall, which swayed slowly like waves. Peter looked at the moonlight and then at Ellen with a look of expectation on his face, like a small cat that was waiting for praise.

　　Ellen smiled at him and sat down, saying: "Don't look at me like that. Come on, you can tell me."

　　"Ms. Köhler," Peter's expression became solemn. "I'm in love with Ms. Nina."

　　"Nina?" Nina is another 35-year-old female teacher with short hair and a white shirt. Her husband is an engineer in Germany. Nina was one of the few teachers who remained in school and taught with Ellen. She had just been sent to this place a few months ago, after being transferred here, and she was a bit out of tune with the local customs and practices.

　　"Are you in love?" Ellen asked with a smile. "What a little guy."

　　"I'm 16. I'm a man, a real man," Peter replied in a low voice.

　　Ellen couldn't help but smile again, she reached out and stroked Peter's hair, her long fingers sliding across his head and her palm sliding across the boy's head and landing on his forehead. Peter felt the warmth of her hand on his head. His face turned red and he lowered his head in embarrassment. "I'll let Nina know your feelings for her," Ellen said, patting the boy's back.

　　Peter was delighted to hear her say this, "Please, Ms. Köhler, I want to confess to Nina myself. Can you please keep my secret and let Nina and I go to the studio today?"

　　"The studio?" Ellen asked. She knew the meaning of this place. The studio is an empty space in the school's backyard, used for special activities. In the evening, there is no one to guard the school and it's the ideal place for the teenagers who come here to get acquainted and play with each other.

　　Ellen and the other teachers are also very clear about the things that are going on in the studio, and it was even they themselves who first helped the boys and girls to build it. When she heard Peter say that he wanted to confess his love to Nina at the studio, Ellen couldn't help but blush and said: "Oh, you like to do naughty things at night."

　　"What do you mean?" Peter looked at her, puzzled, and then turned red.

　　"Go back home now and I'll come to Nina later. I'll ask her to come here after I'm done."

　　"I am a child of the Fountain of Life, without a home." The boy said and smiled.

　　"Go back home. I'll be sure to take Nina to you," Ellen said with a smile. The boy stood up and put on his cap, and left.

　　——

　　The Norwegian flags slowly rose in the square of the school. The flag's fluttering was slow at first, then slowly became stronger and faster as the morning breeze passed over. fluttered in the wind as if in greeting to the newcomer.

　　Nina, wearing a green hip-hugging skirt, sat heavily on the chair in the broadcast room. She wore a long white shirt with long sleeves, the cuffs of her shirt were a bit large, and the buttons at the cuff were always open.

　　The broadcast room is on the second floor. In front of Nina was a large glass window. There was a small radio and a small microphone in front of Nina, as well as a chair, a table and some newspapers and magazines on it. She said impatiently, "This is the only job for you in the broadcast room, can you do it?"

　　Peter took the headphones and the radio operator's log, sat down on the chair, "Sure, but you have to help me." Peter held up a record of Horst Wessel's Song from several books on Nazi ideology. The sound of music slowly flowed into the microphone. Nina adjusted the microphone's position, reached for her white handkerchief, and began to polish her nails with a frown.

　　"Teacher Nina, your husband is not in Norway?" Peter asked Nina in a low voice.

　　Nina said lightly, "You are really interested in it." She held her white handkerchief and began to wipe her nails carefully.

　　"I want to go to Germany too. I'm a kid from the Fountain of Life, without a home." Peter was still holding the book and turned the page with a blank face. Nina turned and looked out the window. Outside the window is the school playground, it is the largest playground in Norway and the school's best place to meet. "I also want a mother."

　　Nina laughed and turned to him: "If you want to see your mother, then come to Germany. It is the mother country of the German nation."

　　"Maybe one day." Peter stared at Nina's calf, "Do you have kids?"

　　Nina stopped and put down the white handkerchief on her left hand and looked at Peter with a serious expression on her face. Peter was still staring at Nina's calf. "No, but my husband and I plan to have three children."

　　"Teacher, you are still young, I think it is okay."

　　Nina's body stiffened and she didn't know how to answer.

　　Peter slowly turned the book to another page: "Teacher Nina, do you think I look handsome?"

　　Nina looked at him with a frown: "Yes, why?"

　　Peter looked at Nina: "Teacher, I have something to confess, can we go to the studio?" Nina stared at the boy who looked 16, then suddenly laughed: "Go on. I'll go there with you now."

　　——

　　Peter opened the window to the broadcasting room, his cap and white shirt fluttering in the wind. Nina, wearing a long white shirt and black skirt, put her arms around the boy's neck, and was pulled into the wind, then jumped to the ground with him. They then ran towards the studio, where they would meet later that night. The studio is located in the school's backyard, the backyard is the size of two classrooms, with a small well and a few old trees in the corner.

　　The studio is an open space. Nina and Peter sat side by side on the old bench, Peter said with a smile, "I've been here since I was 14, but this is the first time a beautiful teacher has been with me here."

　　Nina turned her face away and laughed. Peter leaned toward Nina. The young man's eyes were red as he reached out to her, "I like you."

　　"Is that all?" Nina stood up, a gust of wind blowing her white skirt up, revealing a beautiful white leg, and she said with a smile, "You have no sincerity. Come on, I will teach you the next lesson."

　　The boy stood up excitedly. Nina looked around, reached into her skirt, and pulled out a small bottle. "This is a new kind of drug from Germany that stimulates desire, do you want some?" Nina's face was smiling, her smile was very sweet, Peter didn't think anything wrong about it.

　　Nina is a good teacher who cares for him, why should he be suspicious? "Sure," Peter reached out, he looked like an ordinary schoolboy, with a clean face and clean hands, with a fresh and pleasant look to him, just like the children from Germany.

　　After the two finished taking the pill, they slowly laid down on the bench. Nina's face slowly turned red as her body heated up. Peter looked at Nina's face and asked with a smile, "Are you alright, teacher? Your face is red." Nina smiled: "Yes, you're too much of a child, I like you too. You don't even have any facial hair." She looked at Peter's smooth chin with a smile.

　　News of the deaths of Hitler and Goering and the cries of teachers and students came from the playground. Peter and Nina both stopped, but they were lying on the bench. "Hitler is dead." Peter whispered, as if to confirm.

　　"Yes," Nina's body shook slightly and she stared at the sky, but Peter didn't notice her change in mood, his attention was drawn to the playground. "Look at me kid, it's just us now."

　　Nina whispered in Peter's ears, she reached for his hand and said with a smile, "Let's make love."

　　——

　　After the two made love, they slowly put on their clothes, Nina stood up with her long black skirt and Peter helped her tie her white shirt. Peter then slowly walked back to his dormitory. Nina returned to the broadcast room. In the broadcast room, Ellen sat down in the chair with her eyes closed. A pair of dark gray military pants and a khaki shirt lay on the table. "There's something you want to do. If you have to, you have to go on."

　　"What did you say?"

　　Ellen opened her eyes and said, "I came to the broadcast room to hand out Hitler Youth uniforms to Peter. Where have you been?"

　　"What's up with that?" Nina's voice was a little hesitant and her face flushed.

　　Ellen knew that Nina had gone to the studio to sleep with Peter. After all, Nina and she have known each other for more than two years, and Ellen also knew about her affair with her husband when she arrived here. "This will never happen again."

　　Nina laughed, but her body was still stiff. "What did I do?"

　　"You're going to go home, Nina. Don't look for any more men, your husband's going to get jealous," Ellen said.

　　"My husband has already known it long ago, and you should not forget that there are also three German soldiers who were here a few months ago, and you yourself are also a German," Nina said. "But it is better to be careful."

　　"You need to be more careful. It's not safe now." Nina looked at Ellen with a puzzled look on her face. "Not in school." Ellen stood up, and with a flick of her arm, the army clothes on the table flew straight at Nina, "Take the clothes to Peter."

　　"Why does he need them?"

　　"Just take them."

　　"He is a child of the Fountain of Life, without a home," Nina replied softly. "And he will not be able to wear this uniform."

　　"Now, doesn't he have a 'mother'?" Ellen asked with a smile. Nina said lightly, "That's not up to you."

　　"Take the clothes to him, Nina," Ellen said again. "He may need to wear them sooner or later."

　　——

　　When Peter walked into Nina's single room in the dormitory, In the narrow room, Nina sat beside the bed and smoked a cigarette. The books "Mein Kampf" and "Fundamentals of the Nineteenth Century" were placed on the books. She wore a tight gray army shirt, black army pants, and dark brown leather boots that stretched above the ankle, and her eyes were focused on a photograph in the frame on the table.

　　It was the photograph of an officer, and the photograph was of the highest quality. In the photograph, he had a gentle smile, and he looked very kind. Nina smiled at the officer in the photo, and put out the cigarette in the ash tray. "My husband, before he retired as an engineer, now he's a bald pig!"

　　"Your husband looks good." Peter looked at Nina, a little dazed. "If I was married to you, I would be very happy."

　　Nina stood up. "I wore your youth league uniform. Are you angry?"

　　"No, it suits you very well. It suits you very well. It fits very well, very well."

　　"You can have these, too." She took out her husband's military outfit from under the bed and handed it to Peter, her breasts swaying with her movement. "These are my husband's, he has many, and you can wear them."

　　"Why should I?"

　　Nina paused, the smile on her face disappeared, and she said coldly: "We should wear it when necessary, and it is also our duty."

　　"Our duty? We are children of the Fountain of Life." Peter's body stiffened.

　　"No, you're wrong, the Fountain of Life is the German nation. I don't understand what you're thinking." Nina stood up and took a long drag on her cigarette. "My husband and I have been married for fifteen years and have no children. Maybe it's not my fault."

　　"Teacher Nina..."

　　"No, no, call me," Nina looked at Peter and said softly, "Call me your mother."

　　"Mother?" Peter said, a little dazed.

　　Nina was delighted to hear him say that, but she pretended to be angry: "I need children, you need mothers. And as Germans, the Führer tells us we need to reproduce."

　　"What should I do?" Peter was stunned and looked at her, he did not expect her to say this.

　　"You are 16, and you're the right age," Nina smiled and said. "Maybe infertility is not my problem." Peter blushed. Nina handed over the cigarette butt she had smoked.

　　Nina held the cigarette in front of his mouth. Peter inhaled and immediately began to cough violently. Nina quickly put her hands behind him, helping him. "It's good. You'll get used to it."

　　Peter asked, gasping for breath. "Maybe it's your husband's problem?"

　　"It's definitely his problem," Nina's hand slid from behind his back to the top of Peter's chest and down to his waist. "What a beautiful young boy you are. You're much better than my bald, old husband."

　　Peter said, blushing, "What should we do now?"

　　"You should listen to your mother's orders. Take the clothes, come to my room when it gets dark. Remember, when the lights go out in the school, there will be no one else there," Nina smiled at the young man's red face. "I'll leave a hint on the notice in the classroom."