Dark Currents in the Café and the Dinner Invitation
Four-thirty in the afternoon, the school dismissal bell hadn't rung yet. In a quiet private café in the city center.
In the booth, sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows outside, casting winter's glow. The room's heater was on full blast, the air thick with the bitter aroma of coffee beans.
Xu Wenjin sat by the window, her black coffee untouched. Her hands were folded on the table, knuckles whitening slightly.
She gazed at the winter sun outside, but her breathing came quicker than usual.
Her mind replayed the scene from the equipment room door crack over and over: the boy's thick cock thrusting between the girl's gray-stockinged feet, semen splattering into the gaps between her toes in obscene ecstasy... She clamped her thighs in flesh-colored stockings, trying to suppress the untimely heat surging within.
The door pushed open, and Lin Hongyi walked in.
Clad in a wine-red trench coat, black turtleneck sweater, and hip-hugging skirt inside. Her flesh-colored stocking-clad legs stepped in 10cm nude heels, hair elegantly pinned up, makeup flawless—her aura cold, glamorous, and utterly composed.
She shrugged off the wine-red coat, revealing the black turtleneck and hip skirt that hugged her curves. Her flesh-colored legs in stilettos moved with graceful oppression.
As she sat, a faint perfume mingled with a mature woman's body scent wafted over, making Xu Wenjin instinctively straighten her back.
Lin Hongyi spoke first, her voice warm yet laced with a superior's ease: "Principal Xu personally inviting me here is quite the surprise. What couldn't be said over the phone that needed a face-to-face?"
Xu Wenjin took a deep breath and cut straight to it: "You know about Lin Xiaoyang and Su Yuqing at school, right?"
Lin Hongyi lifted her freshly served latte, pausing with the cup in hand. She blew gently, then smiled breezily: "Young people in love, getting passionate—perfectly normal. Surely Principal Xu isn't going to meddle in that?"
Xu Wenjin's eyes and voice turned icy: "This afternoon, I saw them having sex in the equipment room with my own eyes. Footjob, full intercourse—the whole thing. The equipment room is a public space, Director Lin. You call that 'just passionate'?"
Lin Hongyi arched a brow, a flicker of amusement in her eyes, her smile deepening: "Oh? Principal Xu watched the whole show? Didn't peg you for having that hobby."
Her tone was light, superior, like chatting about the weather: "Youngsters full of vigor, needing a spot to vent—normal. The Lin family has money and power to spare. This little thing? I'll handle it. No need for Principal Xu to worry."
Xu Wenjin didn't smile. She stared, tapping the cup rim with her fingertip, her voice calm but sharp: "I'm not worried about Lin Xiaoyang. It's Su Yuqing I'm concerned for. She's top three in her grade, prime material for a top university recommendation. If this affects her college prospects, my career..."
Lin Hongyi kept her nonchalant air, interrupting: "College prospects? Easy. I'll donate another lab building. Recommendation slots? One word from me. Principal Xu, we're both smart women—why ruin our harmony over this trifle?"
She sipped her latte, smiling seductively: "Principal Xu, don't stress yourself out~ Just kids playing around, not murder or arson~"
She paused, leaning closer, voice lowering with a hint of provocation: "Besides, when Principal Xu was watching... didn't it feel pretty thrilling?"
Xu Wenjin's face flushed crimson, her voice rising: "Lin Hongyi!"
Lin Hongyi leaned back, laughing seductively and bold: "Just kidding~ Don't be mad, Principal Xu~"
Xu Wenjin stared her down, drew a deep breath, her voice steady with ultimatum edge, word by word: "If Lin Xiaoyang shows no restraint, I'll inform the Lin family patriarch myself."
The air froze solid.
Lin Hongyi's cup halted mid-air, smile frozen on her face. The spoon clinked sharply against the rim.
The Lin family patriarch—her grandfather—the true decision-maker.
The old man who could dictate her every resource with a word, plunge her from the heights to hell.
Family rules were ironclad: glamour on the surface, ruthless demands beneath. Zero tolerance for "tarnishing the family name."
If Grandpa knew she'd not only fooled around with her godson but turned the school into a den of scandal... dragging in an underage girl... no building donation could fix that.
She didn't dare imagine.
Lin Hongyi set down her cup, fingertips chilling, smile fading. Real panic surfaced in her eyes for the first time.
She gritted her teeth, voice low with suppressed urgency: "Principal Xu, are you threatening me?"
Xu Wenjin shook her head: "Not a threat—a notice. You have two days. If Lin Xiaoyang isn't reined in by then, I'll go to the Lin family myself."
Lin Hongyi fell silent.
She bit her lip, tapping the cup rim twice.
After a long pause, she mustered her composed smile, but the superior poise had cracked, leaving calculation and calm. Her voice was husky, trembling faintly: "Xu Wenjin, do you know the consequences of this?"
Xu Wenjin met her gaze: "I do. But I have no choice."
Lin Hongyi inhaled deeply, forcing a smile—strained, eyes colder: "Got it. Two days. I'll handle it."
Xu Wenjin rose, nodding politely: "Then I'll await your good news."
Her heels clicked fading into the distance as she left the booth.
Lin Hongyi stayed seated, staring at the latte art on her coffee, unmoving for ages.
She fixated on the now-cold foam pattern, fingers drumming unconsciously on the rim.
Her mind churned.
Anger first: Xu Wenjin dared leverage the patriarch against her!
Fear next: If Grandpa found out, her freedom, resources, even marriage—gone.
Deeper panic: What about Xiaoyang? Yuqing? Herself?
Suddenly, she grabbed her phone, dialing Lin Xiaoyang.
He picked up, his voice tired yet tender: "Godmother?"
Lin Hongyi breathed deep, shoving emotions down, voice reverting to its usual coquettish lilt—tightly strung: "Baby, out of school? Godmother's treating you and Yuqing to dinner~ City center Japanese place, booth. Waiting for you~"
She paused, giggling sweetly: "Don't keep your bitch waiting too long~"
Not a word about Xu Wenjin.
Hanging up, Lin Hongyi exhaled sharply, lips paling as she bit them.
Two days.
She had to find a way.
Keep Grandpa in the dark. Protect her little master above all.
Outside the café, winter sun dipped westward.
Top floor of "Sakura Japanese Cuisine" in the city center, private booth.
The booth was lavish as a mini-palace: tatami floors, low black sandalwood table center, shoji screens around, authentic ukiyo-e on walls, dry landscape garden in the corner. Warm amber lights cast intimate glows on the table. Sashimi platters chilled on ice, charcoal-grilled eel scented the air with faint cherry blossoms—but couldn't mask the sudden heavy tension.
Lin Xiaoyang and Su Yuqing entered to find Lin Hongyi at the head, before her an array of kaiseki: sashimi, tuna belly, grilled eel, seasonal veggies, tempura...
Today she wore an ink-green kimono-style gown, collar parted to bare collarbone and deep cleavage. Flesh-colored legs hid under the hem, nude stilettos peeking, wine-red toenails gleaming seductive and wild under lights. Her eyes held deeper shadows, like brewing storm.
Seeing them, she smiled warm and seductive: "Babies, come sit by Godmother~"
Su Yuqing wore white sweater, gray pleated skirt, gray pantyhose, little leather shoes—sweet as the girl next door.
Spotting Lin Hongyi, her eyes flashed wariness, but she sat obediently by Lin Xiaoyang, fingers secretly lacing with his under the table.
Lin Xiaoyang sandwiched between, felt like sitting on pins, head pounding.
Food arrived, and verbal jabs flew—but restrained, like thunder before storm.
Su Yuqing first picked sashimi, sweetly feeding Lin Xiaoyang: "Master~ Try this tuna~ So fresh~"
Lin Hongyi watched, smiling meaningfully, snagging a bigger tuna belly piece to his lips: "Baby~ This is better~ Godmother ordered premium cut~ Open wide~ Ahh~"
Lin Xiaoyang trapped, puppy eyes left from girlfriend, smirking seductive eyes right from godmother.
He chuckled awkwardly, ate both, but sensed the off vibe tonight.
Su Yuqing pouted, muttering: "Old hag just has to steal~"
Lin Hongyi giggled, but held back her usual retort, just smiling coquettishly wicked: "Little girl, jealous? Master's cock is huge~ Plenty for us both~"
Su Yuqing blushed, glared, but bit back, squeezing Lin Xiaoyang's hand—fingertips cold.
Lin Hongyi fed him more, wifely intimate: "Eat up, baby~ Need stamina to fuck your bitch later~"
Su Yuqing couldn't take it, whispering: "Shameless..."
Lin Hongyi heard, laughed merrily, but skipped rebuttal—clamped tempura for Su Yuqing, voice oddly gentle: "Yuqing, eat too~ Don't go hungry~ Godmother doesn't want you thin~"
Su Yuqing blinked, ignored the chopsticks, stared at her plate.
Strange harmony: mutual disdain, no blowup.
Lin Xiaoyang in middle, ate silently like a mute.
Eight-tenths full, Lin Hongyi set down chopsticks, dabbed lips elegantly. Smile faded, eyes rare serious fatigue.
"Babies, done eating? Got a recording for you."
She pulled her phone, played it on the table—fingertips trembling, feigning calm.
The recording: café dialogue that afternoon.
Xu Wenjin's icy tone, Lin Hongyi's initial scorn, dead silence at "inform the Lin patriarch"—crystal clear, every word.
Booth fell pin-drop silent, only voices echoing.
Lin Xiaoyang listened, cold sweat trickling forehead to back, palms icy.
Su Yuqing froze first, then tears fell silently—soft sobs building to shoulder-shaking wails against Lin Xiaoyang: "Wah... Master... What do we do... If others find out... Especially my parents... They'd kill me... Wah... I don't wanna get expelled... Sent away... Everyone knowing I'm... that kind of girl... Wah..."
She cried childlike, clutching his sleeve, nails digging flesh, tears soaking his uniform shoulder—pure terror, helplessness: "I... My grades are so good... Parents so proud... If they knew I... at school... Wah... Master... I'm so scared..."
Lin Xiaoyang's heart twisted, hugged tight, patting her back—voice tight, faking calm: "Yuqing, don't cry... Hubby's here... It'll be okay..."
But his forehead beaded sweat, mind chaos.
He looked to Lin Hongyi, voice hoarse: "Godmother... What now?"
Lin Hongyi lacked her usual flirtatiousness, eyes calm yet weary, guilty.
She rose, sat other side of Su Yuqing, arm gently around the trembling girl—voice motherly soft: "Yuqing, don't fear... Godmother's here... No one hurts you..."
They flanked her, soothing: "Good girl... No more tears... We'll figure it out together..."
Su Yuqing sobbed ten minutes, calming to sniffles against Lin Xiaoyang's shoulder—eyes puffy, voice weak: "Sorry... I'm... so useless..."
Lin Hongyi offered tissue, wiped tears gently, voice low firm: "Silly girl... You're blameless... Godmother dragged you in..."
She paused, inhaled deep, eyes resolute: "I have a plan... Risky... Might need to gamble... Big cost possibly..."
"You two... Must follow me completely... Not a word slips."
Lin Xiaoyang and Su Yuqing locked eyes, nodded—trust and resolve burning.
Lin Xiaoyang: "Godmother, tell us. We're yours."
Su Yuqing sniffled: "Me... too..."
Lin Hongyi breathed deep, eyes complex—resolute.
She rose, to booth door—"click"—locked it.
Sealed shut.
She turned, back to door, eyed them—lips curving meaningful smile.
"Good... Then from now... We plan properly..."
The booth lights were ambiguous and oppressive.
She turned, back to door, eyed them—lips curving meaningful smile, eyes hiding deep unease and resolve.
"Good... Then from now... We plan properly..."
The booth held only their breaths.
A conspiracy for their futures about to unfold. Outside, night deepened.
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