Busty Teacher Liu Yan Chapter 12: Principal Li Jianjun's Ambition
Liu Yan was still wearing the red dress from earlier that day, which only accentuated her porcelain skin that outshone the frost and snow. Her jade-like arms hung gracefully before her, while the towering, firm massive breasts on her chest were tightly wrapped by the fabric, outlining voluptuous, tempting curves. Her willow waist was slender, her long snow-white legs pressed tightly together, and her entire body radiated the sexy, alluring charm of a young wife. But at that moment, her stunning, flirtatious face was as cold as ice, exuding a distant rejection that only added to her haughty, icy allure, stirring an irresistible urge to conquer her.
Ma Jun stared at San Zhong's most beautiful and sensual female teacher, his throat tight as if something were lodged there, leaving him speechless. In that instant, whether it was his busty, plump-assed homeroom teacher Zhang Li, the flirtatious and seductive mature mother Cao Meng, or the noble and elegant lady Shu Meiyu—all were cast from his mind. His heart held only Liu Yan. Though they were just a dozen meters apart, it felt like a thousand mountains and rivers separated them, impossible to cross.
Liu Yan took a few steps forward and said coldly to Ma Jun, “What are you doing here looking for me? I already told you, I won't get involved in your affairs anymore. Go home. I need to rest.” Her words were icy, but her feet remained rooted, as if waiting for his explanation.
Ma Jun paused, realizing she thought he'd come specifically for her. His mind raced—he could play along, say a few soft words, and maybe she'd forgive him. But then he thought of Cao Meng and Zhang Li. Was he really supposed to cut ties with them? Liu Yan wasn't the type to give in easily; she only wanted him to reform and focus on his studies. She would never sleep with him. In the end, wouldn't that leave him with nothing?
With that thought, Ma Jun made up his mind. Zhang Li was already putty in his hands—he could do whatever he wanted with her. And there was the slutty, seductive Cao Meng waiting to be ravished. It was a blessing any grown man would envy. Why give up his sexual paradise for one Liu Yan? He nodded calmly at her and said, “Teacher Liu, I get it. I won't bother you anymore. Time for me to head home too.” Without hesitation, he turned and walked away.
Liu Yan hadn't expected him to leave just like that. Her expression changed as he brushed past her. She wanted to call him back, but the words stuck in her throat. She could only watch helplessly as he vanished into the gathering dusk, a twinge of regret stirring in her heart. Maybe her attitude had been too harsh.
That afternoon, Liu Yan had lingered in the office half the day, her mind tangled up over Ma Jun, unable to make sense of it. In her view, a boy of fifteen or sixteen was maturing both physically and mentally, so his curiosity and impulses about sex were understandable. But he was still a minor—acting on them was reckless. She resisted his sexual fantasies about her and only wanted to steer his thoughts toward studying. Her guidance had seemed to work at first, but she'd never imagined he'd hook up with another woman so quickly.
Thinking of the lewd scene she'd glimpsed at noon on the neighboring balcony, Liu Yan's face flushed and her heart raced. Even she and her husband had never done anything so shocking. They always turned off the lights before making love, let alone getting naked outdoors.
Liu Yan silently cursed that shameless, slutty woman for seducing a minor. But there was nothing she could do. Once a boy like Ma Jun tasted the pleasures of sex, it was hard to break free from carnal desire. No amount of lecturing would get through.
Unless... An absurd idea suddenly flashed in Liu Yan's mind, but she immediately dismissed it, scolding herself for being shameless. Yet the thought lingered, impossible to shake. Finally, she decided: if Ma Jun apologized, swore to reform, and cut ties with that woman, she could compensate him with something not too extreme—like jerking him off by hand.
When she'd spotted Ma Jun at the alley entrance earlier, her heart had leaped, thinking he'd come to apologize. She'd put on a cold front to make him realize the gravity of it all. But she'd ended up driving him away, which wasn't her intention. Still, her pride as a woman and teacher wouldn't let her beg him. Knowing her good intentions were misunderstood left her heart heavy. She bit her lip and turned into the alley.
Maybe I shouldn't have paid him so much attention, she thought. Though they were a dozen years apart in age, she was a married woman with her husband away, and Ma Jun was a hot-blooded teen who admired her. She should have avoided too much contact, or she'd only trap herself.
Liu Yan entered the dark alley, proceeding cautiously. As she reached her door and fumbled for her keys, a noise sounded behind her. “Who's there?” she said warily. A shadow lunged from the corner, grabbing her—one hand clamping her mouth, the other groping her towering, full breasts through her clothes. Terrified, Liu Yan struggled fiercely, fearing she'd encountered Gu County's recent rapist.
Recalling the rumors from colleagues, panic surged. She shook her head violently, broke free, and bit the intruder's finger hard. He yelped in pain and released her. Liu Yan yanked off his mask—and froze. It was Feng Kun.
Could Feng Kun be the rapist? Liu Yan said incredulously, “Feng Kun, have you lost your mind? This is illegal. Go turn yourself in at the police station. They're after you—you can't escape.”
Exposed, Feng Kun didn't panic. He grinned lecherously. “Liu Yan, don't scare me. If I were that rapist, would I wait around this long? Drop the act—your husband's not here. Let's have some fun. I guarantee you won't miss him anymore.” He reached for her again.
Feng Kun had stewed over the slap she'd given him, unwilling to let it go. When had he ever suffered like this? He could overlook Shu Meiyu and Bai Xiaoyan, but this ordinary teacher daring to slap him? Hearing about the rapist, he'd masked up and hidden at her door, planning to scare her into submission. He hadn't expected her fierce resistance.
Liu Yan stepped back, her face resolute. “Touch me again, Feng Kun, and I'll scream. What you just did is enough for a rape charge. I'm not the kind of woman you think.” Feng Kun hesitated at her determination. Forcing her risked trouble without reward. He smirked coldly. “Liu Yan, no woman I've wanted has escaped me. Don't think Li Jianjun can protect you—he's just a principal. My uncle's the deputy director of the Education Bureau. You'll spread your legs for me eventually. Ha!” He sauntered off.
Liu Yan's heart sank. His naked threat left her powerless. Quitting San Zhong wouldn't help—Gu County was too small; Feng Kun would still harass her.
Suddenly, the neighbor's door creaked open. Huang Hongfa poked his head out, feigning concern. “Liu Yan, you okay? Things have been unsafe lately. Come sit at my place—my wife's on night shift.” Liu Yan shot him a cold look. He'd clearly heard but hidden; now he played the hero. Disgusted, she said, “I'm fine,” and ignored him, unlocking her door.
Huang Hongfa looked awkward. Rushing out to play hero might've impressed her, maybe even gotten him laid. But what if the thug had a knife? Not worth it.
Back home, Liu Yan changed, showered, and lay in bed, mind in turmoil. She'd tolerated Feng Kun's harassment if it wasn't too bad, but now he'd crossed the line. And with his likely promotion to curriculum director, he'd make her life hell. She'd been at the school years without intermediate title; she'd hoped for it this year, but spots were limited and competition fierce. If Feng Kun blocked her, it'd be impossible. Should I ask Li Jianjun for help? Struggle flickered across her beautiful, icy face. Only the principal could shield her from Feng Kun now.
Ma Jun got home to find his mother Song Ping mending pants, a pile of change on the table. She'd worked at a county factory until it closed; now she clerked at a clothing store by day and took sewing gigs at night, scrimping to support his schooling.
Seeing the white hairs in her head, Ma Jun felt guilty. He went over, massaging her shoulders tenderly. “Mom, it's late—why aren't you resting?” Song Ping turned, smiling. “It's fine, just a few more. How was school?” Ma Jun flushed, thinking of his “school day” spent fucking Cao Meng and Zhang Li. “Pretty good. Mom, take care of yourself—don't overdo it.” “Good.” She set down the pants, standing to gaze at her son, now taller than her, beaming with pride. “Xiao Jun, as long as you study hard and get into a good university, Mom's willing to suffer anything.”
Ma Jun eyed her weary face and threadbare old clothes, unchanged for years. Life soured her. She'd been a beauty once—not as radiant as Shu Meiyu or seductive as Cao Meng, but with her own charm. After his father's death, suitors came, but she rejected them all for his sake, shouldering everything alone. Hardship aged her beyond her years.
“Mom, once I make money, no more hard days for you.” Ma Jun hugged her suddenly, voice choking. He vowed silently to study hard, ace college—no more reckless antics like today.
“You big kid, still so clingy. Aren't you embarrassed?” Song Ping stiffened at the intimate contact—his strong body against her mature, plump frame. But his sincere words moved her deeply. Her son was growing up, understanding her sacrifices.
“So what? I'll always be your son.” Ma Jun protested playfully, the sour mood fading. But he felt her soft, warm curves and froze. Before bedding Zhang Li, he'd never seen her that way. Now, as a man, he realized: Mom was a lonely, seductive mature woman craving a man's touch.
He released her quickly, heart pounding. Scenes from Japanese porn at Huang Guoxin's house flooded back—the boy seduced by his mother's body, fucking her naked on the bed, pumping thick cum into her slutty hole, marking her pale flesh with love bites.
No, that's insane, Ma Jun thought, averting his eyes. But they drifted to her chest. It was summer, casual at home: a loose tank top, no bra. Her full breasts stood high, cleavage gleaming white, nipples poking through as tempting bumps begging to be unveiled. Short cotton pants bared smooth, soft thighs. At 1.65m, she wasn't as tall and graceful as Shu Meiyu or petite as Cao Meng, but curvy—ample tits, round fat ass, a bit of belly flab, not quite Zhang Li's busty thickness.
Song Ping, oblivious to his dirty thoughts, smiled at his daze. “Xiao Jun, eaten yet? Kitchen has two buns and porridge. Eat and sleep.” She sat back to sew.
“Yeah, got it.” Ma Jun bolted to the kitchen, wolfed it down, then hit the tiny bathroom for a shower. Sink and toilet by the door, showerhead inside, old solar heater. Stripping, he rinsed, but the image hardened his cock.
Shameless, he cursed himself for lusting after Mom. But desire won; he gripped his dick, stroking to visions of her braless tits. Soon, he shuddered, spurting cum onto the wall.
Relief brought guilt. He barely slept. Next morning, he hit the books at school early—bread for hunger, naps on Zhang Li's bed. He studied till past seven, night fallen, before heading home.
Locking up and descending, he saw a sexy, tall figure enter the gate—Liu Yan. Puzzled this late, he hid behind a tree. She headed to the office building. Grabbing something? But the principal's third-floor light was on. Li Jianjun too? Coincidence? He tailed her discreetly, then hesitated. What if she's meeting him? None of my business. But worry glued him, watching her climb.
San Zhong's office building glowed on the third floor. Principal Li Jianjun sat eyes closed in thought. He'd just called Liu Yan for a “meeting.”
At fifty-one, Li Jianjun hit a career wall. Fresh from Normal College, ambitious, he'd risen from teacher to principal seamlessly.
But gunning for deputy education director, an anonymous report accused him of an affair with a teacher. Cleared, but stalled forever at San Zhong.
Career blow, bland home life—he felt cheated. Decades of caution ruined by a cheap letter? Unfair.
The affair was fabricated anyway. Should've just fucked them, he thought. With his power, any teacher was doable. Feng Kun, mere deputy principal elsewhere, bagged plenty.
Frustrated, Li Jianjun eyed the young teachers. First, the rumored fling: a title lured her to his sofa, his first extramarital fuck.
Excitement faded fast. Aging, low drive and stamina—he couldn't even satisfy Shu Meiyu anymore.
The teacher was plain, dumpy. Thrill? She was married, unlike his elegant wife. Shu Meiyu, ex-dance troupe star, one of Gu County's four beauties.
Early reform era, open vibes: a “talent contest” (beauty pageant) boomed economy but sparked backlash over “superficial” judging, ignoring inner qualities. Old cadres decried Western decay. It ended after one go, legendary.
Top four dubbed after ancient beauties. Shu Meiyu—plump, floral beauty, singer-dancer—became Gu County's Yang Guifei. The quartet became obsession.
Li Jianjun chased her relentlessly, won her father's nod, her heart. Envy followed.
Early years blissful. Then career obsession cooled him; post-Li Ting, she lost interest in sex. They drifted—together yet apart.
The teacher grew demanding post-affair. Regret. He cut her off; she quit soon after.
Lesson learned: caution. Few teachers tempted until Liu Yan—newlywed, glowing with love and sex, evoking young Shu Meiyu.
But proud Liu Yan shunned him. He waited, protected her covertly.
Three years on, Liu Yan ripened: bigger tits, fuller ass—peak allure. Time to harvest.
Observe, erode defenses gradually. Husband away, life's hardships humbling her pride. His mentor image built trust. Strike now.
Like a patient angler, he'd baited the hook. Would the sexy mermaid bite?
Liu Yan hurried through the gates in heels. Freshly showered, book in hand, she'd answered Li Jianjun's urgent meeting call without question.
Office building dark save his light. Complex feelings, she climbed. Heels echoed in the empty stairwell.
Impression of Li Jianjun: decent. Cared for her work/life, no nitpicking—leaderly, paternal. Strong principal: scores rising, rivaling Yi Zhong; welfare up.
But his care unnerved her—woman's intuition. Office visits: overly warm, chats dragged. Others got quick dismissals.
Flattering for a young teacher, but wary. Yet years passed sans harassment; maybe she'd misread.
Third floor, breathless, flushed, sweaty, tits heaving. Pause, knock. His voice: enter. Unseen eyes watched angrily from below.
In the office, only him. Hesitant: “Principal Li, wasn't it a meeting? Just me?” He chuckled. “They came early; I dismissed them. You're late, so it's just us.” “What is it?” Face red, uneasy—always awkward alone with him.
“Education Bureau trip to southern developed areas. One leader, two teachers per school. Male picked; female pending.” Pause, eyeing her. No reaction. “Our ladies excel; hard choice. Thoughts, Liu? Self-nominate?” She pondered. “Recommend Zhang Li—experienced, collegial, top class Chinese scores.” He nodded. “Good eye. But want young blood for new ideas. Zhang's older. Others?” “Not familiar. Your call.” Southern trip tempted, but shallow seniority—dozen seniors.
Li eyed her, sat beside. “If I want you to go?” Startled, she shifted. “I'm not qualified. Others first.” “Don't be modest—seize chances.” Hand patted shoulder. Gaze on her massive tits, cock stirring. He'd summoned her alone to claim the hot wife.
His thick hand rubbed; goosebumps rose. Wanted to flee but polite. Endure—better than Feng Kun for career.
Through cloth, her silky skin tantalized. What would those tits feel like? Restrained—don't scare her. Pulled back. “Title eval soon. Due for intermediate?” Relieved, “Yes, but too many applicants. Short tenure.” “Easy fix.” Grin. “Not just tenure—holistic. You're my recruit; gotta favor you. But pressure's high—calls galore.” Confused—one sec help, next hassle. “If trouble, next year.”
She missed the hint. Other teachers would've got it. Naive or playing dumb? Grabbed her hand. “Liu, I admire you. Be friends; I'll handle title.” She jumped up, panicked. “Principal, stop. I respect you as elder. Married—can't betray husband.”
Expected. Smiled, dropped pants—black, thick cock, limp. “Liu, chance: suck me. No one'll bother you; title guaranteed. Many beg; saved for you. Your future.” Tone still kindly paternal, like a trifle.
Liu Yan gasped, blushed, looked away. First strange cock (sans Ma Jun). Shame, rage: the “kind” principal exposing himself.
Want to curse and bolt, but Feng Kun loomed. Li protected years—evil intent, but peace. Without? Harassment unbound. Offend him? Unsurvivable at San Zhong.
She lingered. Li Jianjun thrilled—hook set. Weighing pros/cons, this busty beauty would yield to his lust.