Busty Teacher Liu Yan Chapter 22: The Glamorous Teacher Bares Her Heart
Actually, Liu Yan had only graduated from university a little over four years ago, making her just about ten years older than Ma Jun. She looked youthful too—if she stood next to him and claimed to be his cousin, no one would bat an eye.
Ma Jun gazed at the youthful beauty of his teacher, his heart surging with emotion. He'd grown used to seeing her in those revealing skirts that screamed sex appeal, but now, in this sunny, pure outfit, he suddenly felt this was her most beautiful look. It made his heart skip a beat.
Though her massive, voluptuous breasts were tightly wrapped in the shirt, hiding any tantalizing glimpses, their full, round outline only fueled wild fantasies. A pair of tight jeans hugged her plump, perky ass and long, slender legs, accentuating her tall, fiery figure even more.
That exaggerated S-curve had Huang Guoxin swallowing hard. What a way to start the day—with a stunning teacher delivering herself right to the door. Recalling that mysterious lip shape she'd made during yesterday's inter-class exercises, he couldn't resist stepping forward. "Morning, Teacher Liu. What brings you here? Looking for Teacher Zhang?" Of course, Huang Guoxin hoped she was there for him, but even in his wildest dreams, he knew a beauty like her wouldn't bother with ordinary students like them.
Liu Yan didn't know Huang Guoxin, but seeing him chatting with Ma Jun, she figured they were buddies. She smiled faintly. "I'm not here for Teacher Zhang. I'm here for him." She pointed a delicate jade finger straight at Ma Jun.
Huang Guoxin froze, staring dumbly at his friend, his mind a blur. Why the hell would Liu Yan come looking for Ma Jun?
Ma Jun was just as baffled. Why had she shown up in their classroom first thing in the morning? Wasn't this basically outing their relationship? He stammered, "Teacher Liu, uh, what do you need me for?"
"Come on, I'm not your homeroom teacher—you don't have to be so formal." Liu Yan pursed her lips in a playful smile. "Just call me Cousin. Right, my little cousin?"
Cousin? Little cousin? Huang Guoxin was even more confused. Was she talking about Ma Jun? They'd been friends forever—how come he'd never heard Ma Jun mention a cousin like this?
Liu Yan turned to Huang Guoxin. "What's your name?"
"Huang Guoxin, Teacher Liu," he stuttered.
"Oh, right. Ma Jun and I are distant cousins. I only found out recently." Liu Yan smiled warmly. "His mom asked me to look after him at school, but I'm swamped with classes and don't have time. You're his friend, right? Could you help me keep an eye on him? If he acts up in class or slacks off, come find me in the office. I'll set him straight."
"You got it, Teacher Liu! Mission accepted!" Huang Guoxin's eyes lit up as he thumped his chest. "Leave Ma Jun to me!" He shot Ma Jun a smug look.
Ma Jun was pissed. He'd wanted to keep things secret and steamy with Liu Yan, but now she'd gone and made it all public—solidifying their cousin cover and planting a snitch right in his circle. Huang Guoxin looked like he was praying for Ma Jun to screw up so he could tattle.
"Alright, time's getting on. Head back to class and get ready. I'm off." Liu Yan glanced at Ma Jun, knowing he was fuming. But that was exactly her goal. She'd spent all yesterday mulling it over: no more sneaking around. It fueled his fantasies, blurred her boundaries, and risked crossing lines. Plus, if someone like Zhang Li found out, explanations would be impossible. Better to lock in the cousin story—they could hang out openly without suspicion, and it'd keep Ma Jun in check psychologically.
"See ya, Cousin." "Bye, Teacher Liu." As Liu Yan turned and left, Ma Jun and Huang Guoxin eyed each other like rivals. Ma Jun growled, "You rat me out to Liu Yan, and I'll make you taste my fist."
"Pfft, try me," Huang Guoxin scoffed. "Touch me and I'll run straight to Teacher Liu. Be nice from now on—or else."
That smug little-shit grin made Ma Jun's blood boil. He kicked Huang Guoxin's ass. Huang Guoxin yelped, clutching his butt and bolting into the classroom. No way he'd snitch over something this petty—they were cousins, after all.
Ma Jun chased after him, ready to teach the backstabbing perv a lesson, but Li Ting slammed her book down and stood, frowning. "Ma Jun, enough already. Why're you bullying Huang Guoxin?"
Both boys froze. Li Ting scolding Ma Jun? Huang Guoxin grinned. "Nah, Li Ting, we're just messing around. Not a real fight."
"Don't cover for him." Li Ting fixed Ma Jun with a stern glare. "Class is about to start. Horseplay in the room? Next time, I'm telling Teacher Zhang." She huffed back to her seat, ignoring him.
Ma Jun's face burned with embarrassment. He slunk to his desk, thinking he'd really pissed off Li Ting yesterday. The class flower was obviously gunning for him, humiliating him in front of everyone. But damn, even mad, she was gorgeous. No resentment—just awe. Some guys even dreamed of her calling them out; it beat being invisible.
Every class was like this: sixty or seventy kids, but only the top scorers got teacher attention and resources. The rest either clawed their way up or coasted, dropping out after graduation for dead-end jobs, drifting apart from old classmates.
In Class 57, Li Ting ruled the roost—teachers' pet, self-disciplined, a shoo-in for a top uni. Ma Jun hovered mid-pack, inconsistent; distractions could tank him. He hadn't grasped the stakes yet, lost in his harem fantasies.
Like always, Zhang Li arrived early to prep in her office. Today: a dark red floral dress hugging her massive tits high and proud, thick white thighs in black stockings—mature with a sexy edge. Heads turned all the way.
Those leering stares unnerved yet thrilled her. Once conservative and frumpy, indifferent to her looks amid a loveless marriage, she'd changed since Ma Jun. Now she dressed trendy, fashionable.
Maybe his huge cock had revitalized her—her once-dull skin now glowed smooth and dewy, exuding ripe MILF allure. If Liu Yan was a vibrant cocktail, Zhang Li was aged red wine: deeper with every sip. Even husband Yang Hongbing eyed her hungrily now, like discovering her anew, begging for intimacy.
But Zhang Li brushed him off, giving him a taste of rejection. All this? Ma Jun's doing. She owed him for rediscovering womanly joy. He was reckless, though, so yesterday's punishment. If he apologized sincerely, she'd scold him more, refocus him on studies.
Zhang Li's thick black-stockinged legs carried her to her second-floor office. Key in hand, she fantasized rewarding Ma Jun's remorse—his thick, long cock plunging her pussy. Breath quickening, she nearly ducked in to rub one out. Then she glanced downstairs: Liu Yan chatting with Ma Jun outside class. Shock hit.
Why Liu Yan with Ma Jun? Spilling secrets? Had she uncovered their affair? Heart pounding, Zhang Li unlocked her door, mind racing. Yesterday's probe from Liu Yan? She'd been careful—no leaks, office spotless post-fuck.
Racking her brain, she hit it: smell. Sex left a scent; air freshener helped, but not fully. Maybe Liu Yan caught cum traces on her.
No secret lasts forever, but so soon? And Liu Yan? Zhang Li flushed with shame—she'd lectured her on teacherly conduct. How to face her now?
Liu Yan was probably confirming with Ma Jun. She'd storm up any minute. Panicking, Zhang Li grabbed her lesson plans to flee—but paused, calming. Why run? No caught-in-the-act, no ties between Liu Yan and Ma Jun. What right did she have to interrogate?
Overreacting. Fleeing would scream guilt. She sat, deciding to stonewall. No admit. What could Liu Yan do? She flipped open plans, feigning calm.
Sure enough, minutes later: light footsteps in the hall, stopping at her door. Knocks. "Teacher Zhang? You there?"
"Who is it? Come in." Zhang Li cleared her throat, playing dumb, head down. But her legs twisted anxiously.
Liu Yan entered, eyeing Zhang Li's "focus." A knowing smile—she saw through it. Shut the door, sat on the sofa. No words, just scanning: the bed in back. Imagining Zhang Li and Ma Jun rutting wildly there. Even this sofa? Maybe soaked in their fuck juices. Her ass tingled at the thought.
Silence unnerved Zhang Li. She set down plans, feigning surprise. "Oh, Teacher Liu. Early bird today? Work emergency?" Not work? Keep it shut.
"Nah, just wanna chat with you, Sis Zhang." Liu Yan shifted her plump ass primly. She wanted a heart-to-heart with her sisterly colleague—few she clicked with here. Didn't want her crashing.
"Sure, I've been meaning to talk too." Zhang Li forced a smile, steeling. "What about?"
Liu Yan's eyes flickered, hesitating. Sensitive topic—blunt might offend; vague, she'd play dumb. Finally: "Sis, that essay tip you gave? Gold. Told my kids, and boom—levels up."
Zhang Li blinked—teaching talk? Tension eased. "Obviously. Pulled from my old teachers' wisdom. Easy to start, hard to master. Gotta internalize it yourself."
Liu Yan asked more, then sighed. "Sis, Feng Kun haunts our office daily. Can't shoo him. Driving me nuts."
Zhang Li worried. "That scum? Ignore him. Once hooked, trouble. Hubby's away—gossip flies. Next time, hide here."
"Can't forever. But he's kinda pitiful. Nearly thirty, unmarried. Ex dumped him for another. Says I look like her—that's why."
Zhang Li laughed. "You bought that? His line to every chick. Not lovesick—fears commitment. Didn't know? Li Wen's banging him."
"No way." Liu Yan hadn't swallowed Feng Kun's BS—mentioned to segue. But shocked: Li Wen flirty, sure, but snubbed Feng Kun publicly.
"You're too pure." Zhang Li grinned. "School's no Eden. They fool others, not me. Caught his eyes on her—different from the rest. Men eye untapped vs. tapped pussy differently. Deep stuff—you're green."
"Sis, you're a detective! How?" Liu Yan processed the bombshell. School seemed clean; colleague affair? Hard swallow.
"Years as homeroom. Scan a class, spot couples instantly. Know the dirt—too lazy to spill." Zhang Li shrugged.
Liu Yan nodded thoughtfully. "True: no secrets if you don't sin. But Li Wen's married, kid—why risk with Feng Kun?"
"Scared, sure. But luck's a drug. Her reasons? Who knows." Zhang Li sighed gravely. "Liu Yan, you're young, hubby's away—rough. But no dumb moves. One slip, eternal regret. Grit three years. Li Wen's high now; regret later."
Liu Yan met her earnest gaze, bursting: "Sis, why didn't you grit it out?"
Zhang Li froze. Liu Yan's stare pierced. Play dumb? Futile self-deceit. A forty-something teacher fucking a teen? Worse than Li Wen. Pale, shamed, she covered her face, sobbing.
Post-Ma Jun: constant fear, self-loathing against her image. Liu Yan's prod burst the dam—wailing, trembling, gasping.
Liu Yan panicked—didn't expect this fragility. Hugged her gently. "Sis, don't overthink! Just idle talk. I know nothing."
Too late—reeked of cover-up.
Zhang Li calmed, eyes puffy, face tear-streaked, wrecked. Liu Yan fetched a towel. "Sis, what? Scared me! I meant: don't mope—solve actively. No 'gritting' life."
Seeing Liu Yan dodge, Zhang Li sighed honestly. "Enough, Liu Yan. You're here about me and Ma Jun. Fine: yes, we fucked. My slutty pussy took his huge cock. Happy?"
Prim Zhang Li, no swears—now filth, self-destructive. Liu Yan blushed beet-red. "Sis, no need! I didn't mean that. You're who I trust most. How could I judge? Your reasons differ from sluts like Li Wen."
"Don't care your intent." Zhang Li pressed, aggressive. "I'm a woman craving cock in my pussy. Not pristine like you. Fancy uni grad, looking down on us. I'm filthy, office too. Stay away—don't sully your feet."
Liu Yan flushed at the barbs, tears welling, crushed. She'd come to warn kindly—save her from slips harming all. Voice quaking: "Sis, even if I'm wrong, why trash yourself? We're women. I get your pain. Know mine? Home feuds? Husband, son wait. Me? Cold door, cold bed—all cold. I need warmth, care, chat. Who? Call me arrogant? I want friends. But rumors: chat with male teacher? 'Slut.' Principal's office? 'He's fucking her.' Why, Sis? Teach me. Why's good teaching so hard?"
Liu Yan's tearful breakdown stunned Zhang Li. Never pondered her side—assumed arrogance. Heard the Li Jianjun rumors, figured she deserved. Ignored the toll on her life, work.
Liu Yan unraveled: "Years grinding—prove my chops. Still: 'Big deal, fancy grad.' Slip? 'All hype.' How to please?"
"Stop, Liu Yan—I know. Happens everywhere. Do you; rewards come." Zhang Li soothed. Liu Yan shone brightest, hardest worker—highlighting others' laziness. Her fault? No—reality, human nature. Zhang Li'd faced it young; plain, low-key, less targeted.
"No rewards sought—just good work. Like you: beloved teacher." Liu Yan shook head, teary. "Love teaching. Didn't know good teacher's so tough. Wavered."
"I'm no saint." Zhang Li blushed, ashamed. "Didn't plan seducing Ma Jun. That night? Possessed. Woke too late. Tried distance—he's stubborn, bold. Can't control. Regret the step."
"I get it, Sis."
Liu Yan recalled Ma Jun's bright smile, sighed. "He's got merits: kind, persistent, owns mistakes. Hated him once; now? Solid guy—beats some adults. Handsome, tall. No wonder you fell. Even I sometimes..." Trailed off, regretting.
Zhang Li gaped, pointing. "You too? Ma Jun fucked you?" Explained yesterday's probe, today's visit: stealing her man? Relief: lofty Liu Yan fell too. Her sin? Lesser.
"Sis, so crude!" Liu Yan blushed crimson. "Nothing! Just care a bit."
A bit? Care? Pretty young teacher fawning over another class's boy—hubby away? Zhang Li doubted, but let slide. Wisdom: play dumb. Both liked him—pushing admission? Awkward forever.
Liu Yan knew her excuse rang hollow. Sighed: "He confessed. Rejected. Friends only. Like him—a little. But hubby... can't betray. Won't mess you two. Here to clear air—no backstabbing. Don't wanna lose a sis like you."
Zhang Li teared, guilty for doubting. Choked: "Sis... sorry for snapping. You're family now. Truth: Ma Jun thrills, fulfills. But can't ruin him. No face to guide. You care—help manage. Studies first. Or I'm the villain."
Liu Yan wiped tears, firm: "Got it. I'll talk him. But we're adults: guide, don't block. Teen rebellion—ban sparks crave. Indulge mildly. How often?"
Zhang Li squirmed at blunt sex talk. "Not much. Early: daily begs. Now: once max, noon or night." Half-truth: Ma Jun's stamina—round two often, thrice once (she near-fainted). Limited to twice, health-wise.
Liu Yan eyed her blissed glow, jealous—months sexless. Sour: "Once daily? Homework load. Kid—don't overdo. School eyes everywhere. Caught? Done."
"Think I want? Can't home—hubby'd kill me." Safer spot longed for—no extra house, motel riskier than office.
Liu Yan grinned. "My place? I'll shop, give space."
"Brat!" Zhang Li eyed her. Joke, sure. No way—awkward as hell. Office: her domain. Door shut, curtains drawn—another world. Pure bliss with Ma Jun.
"Sis, fucking a young stud—how's it feel? Vs. hubby? Duration?" Liu Yan lip-bit, sly.
"Wanna know? Try." Zhang Li glared. Liu Yan's saucy side emerged—mirrored Ma Jun's mischief. Once "good boy"; now endless kinks.
"Fine—steal your boy, no regrets." Liu Yan smirked confidently, teasing. But Ma Jun's thick cock flashed—hunger stirred, quashed. Not like Zhang Li. One step: abyss. Irreversible.