Busty Teacher Liu Yan Chapter 10: Feng Kun's Bad Luck
Just as Shu Meiyu was about to be violated by the stranger right there in the supermarket, the crowd suddenly surged forward. The store manager had finally noticed the commotion and sent two employees to direct the flow of people, opening up a new passageway to disperse the jam.
With the crowd around her thinning out, the man feared exposure and reluctantly released Shu Meiyu. He stuffed his cock back into his pants, gave her plump, perky ass a parting slap, and grumbled with clear dissatisfaction, "Big beauty, we'll have some real fun another day." Then he and his cronies melted into the crowd and vanished—but that brazen, fearless attitude made it obvious they were already hunting for their next target.
Shu Meiyu quickly straightened her qipao and followed the dispersing shoppers for a bit before finding her anxious daughter, Li Ting. Seeing her mother's flushed face and disheveled hair, Li Ting assumed it was from worry over her and said apologetically, "Mom, I walked too fast earlier and lost you in the crowd. I didn't expect the supermarket to be this packed today. Are you okay?"
At her daughter's question, Shu Meiyu's cheeks burned. Her voluptuous body had just been groped at will by those men—if the employees hadn't arrived in time to clear the crowd, she might have been penetrated right there. How could she face her husband and daughter then?
Her expression darkened. In her over forty years of life, she'd never endured such humiliation. She told Li Ting to wait and pulled out her phone, dialing a number. When it connected, she said, "Hey, Tianyu, get your team to the new supermarket in Gu County right away. Some thugs are harassing women here. Yeah, they're really arrogant—bring plenty of backup."
Soon, three police cars pulled up outside. A tall, broad-shouldered man in his thirties with thick brows and sharp eyes stepped out of the lead vehicle. He hurried to Shu Meiyu, face grim. "Shu-jie, what exactly happened? Tell me the details again."
This was Wang Tianyu, captain of the county's criminal police squad. Shu Meiyu's father had promoted him back in the day. Tough and renowned, he was on good terms with her. After hearing her account, his face turned stormy, brows furrowed. He'd long known about a gang of local punks harassing women, but their crimes were minor enough that victims rarely reported out of shame, making investigations tough. No real action had been taken—until they'd targeted Shu Meiyu. If the old chief found out, God knows what fallout there'd be. Sweat beaded on Wang Tianyu's forehead at the thought of that stern face. He waved his men to seal the exits and round up the perps.
The man who'd groped Shu Meiyu and his buddies were nabbed quickly. Wang Tianyu caught them red-handed harassing another female customer, and searches turned up daggers, knockout drugs, and handcuffs—bumping the charges up big time. Thrilled, this was his first major gang bust: ironclad evidence, clear facts, victim ID. No wriggling out. He went to Shu Meiyu. "Shu-jie, let me drive you home."
She smiled. "Nah, go handle your work. Put these criminals away quick so us regular folks can feel safe going out. Sigh, society's such a mess these days. I won't even dare step outside anymore."
Wang Tianyu flushed. Crime rates in Gu County had spiked lately, public complaints mounting, pressure on the bureau immense. There was even a flower thief prowling at night, raping pretty women in their homes—multiple victims, but no arrests. He'd been leading that case, sidelining routine stuff. Without Shu Meiyu's call, these thugs would've kept roaming free.
After Wang Tianyu left, Shu Meiyu and Li Ting started walking home when a car pulled up. The driver leaned out, grinning at Shu Meiyu. "Deputy Director Shu, heading home? Let me give you a ride."
She glanced over. Youngish guy, decent-looking, but a stranger. Puzzled, she asked, "Who are you? How do you know me?"
"Everyone knows Deputy Director Shu's name." His eyes flicked over her full, sexy figure, stirring heat in him. "I'm Feng Kun, Chinese teacher at San Zhong. My uncle's the deputy director of the Education Bureau."
Ah, a colleague from her husband's school. Shu Meiyu relaxed under the blazing sun, her legs still shaky from the harassment. After a moment's hesitation, she and Li Ting climbed into the back, giving him their address.
Feng Kun drove while eyeing the elegant mature beauty in the rearview. He'd known Principal Li Jianjun's wife worked at the county dance troupe, stunning looks, spotted her at school a few times. Spotting her today, he'd seized the chance to play the gentleman and build rapport.
Not that he had designs on her. He was gunning for head of the Chinese department, but Li Jianjun wouldn't commit. His uncle might be deputy bureau chief, but Li was a veteran who didn't budge. Feng Kun worried about sabotage—time to probe via the wife, maybe get her lobbying.
Up close, though, he had to admit: at over forty, Shu Meiyu was impeccably preserved—snowy skin, no wrinkles, like a thirty-something. Figure still curvaceous, rivaling his obsession Liu Yan. Li Jianjun that old bastard had it good; no wonder he looked wrecked at fifty-something. A vixen like her at her horny peak—who could handle it?
Soon they pulled into the County Government Family Courtyard. At her building, Shu Meiyu got out, smiling. "Teacher Feng, thanks for the ride. Hot day like this—come in for some water."
"Wouldn't want to impose." But Feng Kun hopped out without hesitation. He hadn't pitched his case yet.
Shu Meiyu and Li Ting headed to the door. First impressions of Feng Kun were okay, and as a San Zhong teacher, the invite was polite. Seeing him follow, she was surprised—this guy couldn't read social cues? But she let it slide.
Tailing her, Feng Kun's gaze locked on those snowy, plump legs and full, perky ass. He swallowed hard, cock twitching. If this ripe beauty stripped and beckoned him to bed, could he hold back? Pity she was Li Jianjun's wife—otherwise...
But Liu Yan consumed his thoughts, plus needing Li's favor. No moves, or the old fox would crush him at San Zhong.
Li Jianjun's smug mug irked him. Since transferring back from the sticks, he'd targeted Liu Yan—gorgeous, huge tits, husband away. Easy pickings. But she'd stonewalled, even snitched to Li, who warned him off. Made him wary. Did those two have something? As principal, he'd claim Liu Yan—but with Shu Meiyu at home, maybe not. Still a shot.
Lost in thought, Feng Kun missed Shu Meiyu stopping at the door. He plowed straight into her back. His rock-hard crotch pressed through thin pants into her soft ass, arms instinctively wrapping under hers to grab those hefty tits. The bounce in his hands was unreal—he squeezed twice.
Heaven. Not Liu Yan's monsters, but firm, upright, perky handfuls. He imagined Liu Yan's udders, and in a daze, the woman in his arms became her, smiling seductively, inviting more. His cock jerked, wedging into Shu Meiyu's ass cleft.
Shu Meiyu jolted. Still fuming from the supermarket groping, this reignited the shame. She wrenched free, face ashen, and slapped him hard.
A red handprint bloomed on Feng Kun's cheek, snapping him awake. Her hateful glare hit him—he'd fucked up bad. Offended her completely. If she told Li Jianjun...
Clutching his face, terrified, he pleaded, "Deputy Director Shu, sorry! It was an accident—I bumped into you. Please don't tell Principal Li."
She eyed the groveling man, took a deep breath, jabbed a finger. "Get lost. I never want to see you again."
Intentional or not, she wanted no ties. No more fuss—just shoo him off and crash. The day's ordeal had drained her.
Hearing mercy, Feng Kun thanked her profusely, then bolted as her face soured.
Inside, changed and calmer, Shu Meiyu reflected. Maybe she'd overreacted—Feng Kun seemed accidental. That slap was for the supermarket creep who'd nearly impaled her. Wrong target. Too late now; apologize later if paths crossed.
Feng Kun sped from the courtyard, fuming. Unfair—she stopped without warning. Now he'd botched the rapport, branded a perv. Explanations risky. Cruising aimlessly, he spotted Dihao KTV. The fire from groping Shu Meiyu reignited. He parked and went in.
Feng Kun loved playing, unmarried, nights free. In the countryside, teacher fuckbuddies; back in town, KTVs for loose women or pros. Bliss. But he scorned whores deep down—preferred a steady school fling. Liu Yan ideal.
Dihao KTV, open a month-plus, he'd hit twice. Top-shelf girls, stole all business. Owners untouchable, rivals helpless.
Early afternoon, sparse crowd. He took a private room, called for Lili—a cutie with big tits. Business slow, she clung to his arm, grinding her firm rack against it. Feng Kun's restraint crumbled. Beers down, he yanked her close, pawed a tit through her top, leering, "Such fat tits—lemme knead 'em good."
Lili moaned, pressing soft. Heavy makeup hid age, but perky tits and pink nipples screamed under twenty—vet in this game.
One hand mauling her breast, the other snaked under her miniskirt, pinching firm ass. Shu Meiyu's plush cheeks flashed, firing him up. He stripped her top, buried his face in those peaks, sucking hard.
Lili giggled, tickled—like a baby nursing. But service first: she groped his bulge, unzipped, fished out his hot cock, stroked firm.
Feng Kun nodded approval. Dihao pros aced looks, bodies, skills—rivals crushed. Grabbing a tit, he grinned, "Handjob's lame. Spice it up." Prices steep—no wasting on a tug.
Lili got it, dropped, engulfed his dick, bobbing, hands massaging balls.
Fuck, pro-level. Suction fierce, tongue swirling glans—ejaculation loomed. He yanked free, shoved her on the leather sofa, hiked her skirt for pussy plunge.
But Lili clamped thighs shyly. "Feng-ge, rules—no fucking here. Take me out, we can play proper."
Slutty tease. Boss smart—extra for off-site. No sucker here. He settled for her sucking while fingering her sopping slit, then blew.
Lili spat the dick, wiped cum with tissue, smiled. "Feng-ge, so much backed up. Lonely lately? Come see me more."
As if. Post-nut blues hit. Her caked face repulsed now, mouth a cum-dump for countless cocks. Nasty. He brushed her off, exited.
Wages half-gone for tit-grope sans pussy—rip-off. Then a flashy girl passed: white blouse strained by high tits, pink nips visible; red miniskirt, long snowy legs swaying full round ass. Firebody, sultry vibe—Liu Yan/Shu Meiyu tier. Rare stunner.
Eyes bulging, new face? Regret picking Lili—this mature (thirtysomething?) milf prime, riper than young stuff.
"Hey beauty, name?" Feng Kun sidled up, grinning. Ask, book next. Tits rival Liu Yan's—proxy fix till real deal.
She glanced, frowned, walked faster—no words.
Rage. Just a hooker, acting high? Booze fueled, he lunged for her shoulder—she dodged. Hand grazed ass instead. Sneering, "Newbie? Feisty. You're mine."
She darkened, slapped him. "Blind? Daring to grope me?"
Two security guards pinned him. "Boss Bai, you okay? How handle this creep?"
Bai something strode up, patted his cheek mockingly. "Know who I am? Bai Xiaoyan. Man's Lv Hongtang—ring a bell?"
Thunderclap. Gu County's gang lord, unified underworld after bloody wars. Her? He'd ass-grabbed the boss's girl. Sweat poured; knees buckled, he knelt. "Boss Bai, didn't know! Misunderstanding—spare me! Anything you want!"
"Anything?" Bai Xiaoyan pondered. No big scene, but not let off easy. Spotted Lili, whispered. Lili fetched a glass of steaming yellow liquid, blushing.
"Drink this 'beverage,' and it's forgotten. Or... no promises on your safety."
Repulsed by the piss, but Lv's rep terrified. He grabbed, chugged—rankness near-spew. Teary-eyed, begged.
Bai Xiaoyan nodded, guards released. "My KTV—welcome anytime, but rules apply. Disrupt? Not vegetarian. Cops give me face. Who're you?"
"Got it, Boss Bai! Never again!" Lessons learned—no messing this viper, pretty but deadly.
"Business is harmony. Tonight's done." Bai Xiaoyan smirked, sauntered off. Feng Kun? Beneath notice. Heroes like Lv fell for her; small fry irrelevant.
Relief. Paid, fled. Blocks away, gut churned—puked till empty, wiped, drove home queasy.
Today sucked: nice-guy ride for Shu Meiyu ended in slap; KTV thrill turned near-death. Check almanac next time.
Spotting a full-figured woman in a sundress on the sidewalk, parasol shading long snowy legs, round perky ass swaying sexily. Heart raced—he gunned to glimpse her face. Stunned: Liu Yan.
Preoccupied, troubled air. Fight with hubby? This icy teacher ignored him always—prime opening. Score those tits.
Parked, jogged up, beaming. "Liu-laoshi, coincidence! Where to? Ride?" Eyes glued to snowy giants. Vs. Shu's elegance/Bai's flash, Liu's cold allure screamed conquest.
Liu Yan mulled Ma Jun. Since noon peep of him fucking another, turmoil: pity his folly, done meddling; yet hollow. He'd fawned; she redirected to studies, not hating. Not family, not homeroom—why bother? Subconsciously, craved his sunny stud vibes easing loneliness, filling emotional void.
But next day, another woman. Betrayer! Hated that slut. She'd outcompete any—confidence there. But fidelity held; no wanking aid, let alone sex.
Regret now. Too harsh on a horny teen. Ease his needs, he'd stay loyal.
But resentment: sacrifices made—ignored peeping, allowed jerking—unappreciated. Stormed off in pique; sincere apology, forgiven. Silence hurt most. Body obsession; unsatisfied, he'd bolt—like Feng Kun.
Feng Kun startling her: step back, frown. "No thanks. Need to walk alone."
Ma Jun dissatisfied her; Feng Kun pure disgust. At least kid not this shameless.
"Trouble at home, Liu-laoshi? Colleagues—spill, I'll help."
Won't quit. Grinned, ogled ripe curves, tit-magnets heaving. Wanted to maul, ram her cunt, flood tight pussy.
"No. Feng Kun, stop harassing. Married—give up."
"Married? Fucked milfs before." Blunt now. "Hubby's gone; I'm single. Mutual comfort fine. I'll satisfy—ask around, women obsessed post-fuck. Drop the prude act; not virgin."
"Shameless!" Livid, tits heaving, she slapped him resounding, stormed off.
Dazed, cheek burning. Today cursed: Shu, Bai, now Liu—all slaps from hotties. Bad day?
But fueled lust. Shu/Bai untouchable; Liu doable. Once had, ravage the snob—show her cock power.
Many teachers lusted Liu Yan, few dared. Li Jianjun biggest rival—reined him in. Yesterday's tall kid cockblocking, claiming cousin? Doubt nixed: student, kin—no affair.