The Married Teacher on the Verge of Falling
The next day, when Ma Jun woke up, he found that Liu Yan had already left early—probably unsure how to face him after last night's events. He quickly washed up, ate breakfast, and headed to school to study. But since Zhang Li had given him the key to her office last time, he skipped the classroom and went straight there.
Close to noon, Ma Jun finally packed up, locked the office door, and left school, heading toward Cao Meng's place. On the way, he mulled over his relationships with the women in his life. Zhang Li was now fully devoted to him, but she wasn't blindly submissive—she could be fiercely strict when needed, a true mix of angel and devil. Liu Yan remained elusive, always just out of reach. He and Li Wen? That was just a one-off physical fling; better to steer clear of a woman like her. And Cao Meng... she was the one he absolutely shouldn't have gotten involved with, yet fate had thrown them together by accident. Now, what started as lust had blossomed into something deeper, making it impossible to pull away.
Ma Jun reached Cao Meng's door and rang the bell. The gate opened quickly, revealing her petite, alluring figure. "Hey, Aunt Cao. Where's Huang Guoxin?"
He followed her into the living room but didn't see Huang Guoxin anywhere. Frowning, he asked.
"Don't even mention him. Who knows what he was up to last night—he's still passed out. Ignore him; we'll wake him for lunch."
Cao Meng grumbled, pulling Ma Jun to the dining table and handing him a peeled banana with a smile. "Here, eat this. I bought it fresh this morning."
"Thanks, Aunt Cao."
Ma Jun took it and devoured it hungrily. Cao Meng wore a loose black dress that hugged her voluptuous, sexy body tightly, exposing only her smooth, pale calves. The neckline dipped just enough to tease a glimpse of her snowy cleavage, stirring his imagination.
Seeing him eat so eagerly, Cao Meng peeled some grapes with her delicate hands, offering the plump, juicy fruit to his lips. "Little Jun, try these grapes Aunt Cao got. They're super sweet—the priciest ones at the supermarket, a new variety with high sugar content and no seeds."
"Aunt Cao, you don't have to be so nice. I can do it myself."
Her enthusiasm embarrassed him a bit—she was treating him like a kid. No wonder Huang Guoxin found it stifling.
"Fine, then help yourself to whatever you like."
She relented and stood to head to the kitchen, smiling. "I'll check if the chicken soup's ready."
"Okay, Aunt Cao."
Ma Jun watched her sway into the kitchen, her dress clinging to her full, perky ass—like the grapes in his hand, ripe and juicy, begging to be squeezed until it burst. His heart itched with desire.
This stunning mature mother had only grown more radiant and dewy since his massive cock had nourished her. As Jia Baoyu said in Dream of the Red Chamber, women were made of water—and Cao Meng was pure spring water, her skin snowy and crystalline, dazzling to behold.
Glancing at Huang Guoxin's bedroom door—no sound from inside, he was probably still snoring—Ma Jun slipped into the kitchen. It was huge, over twenty square meters, bigger than his own living room. Cao Meng stood at the stove, stirring the chicken soup with a ladle, oblivious to his approach.
He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her plush body. His hard cock pressed firmly against her plump ass. She jolted, nearly dropping the spoon, then turned with a relieved pout. "You scared me half to death, kid! I thought a burglar broke in. At least make a sound next time."
"Aunt Cao, I just wanted to help out."
He grinned mischievously, his hands sliding up her belly to cup her towering breasts, kneading them softly. The dress was silky and thin—rubbing through it felt like touching her bare skin.
"That's your idea of helping? You're just a naughty boy looking for trouble."
She shot him a glare, but her face beamed with delight, clearly relishing his touch. She even arched her hips, grinding against his rod.
Ma Jun fondled her tits through the fabric, brushing a small, hard nipple. A thought struck him—Is she naked under there? He hiked up her skirt; smooth skin met his fingers. Reaching around front, he found a tuft of pubic hair. No panties. Excitement surged as he teased her plump, tender pussy, soon feeling her juices flood out, soaking his hand.
"Ah... ah... Little Jun... no... ah... Aunt Cao can't take it..."
She moaned softly, bracing against the counter, body quivering.
Emboldened, he parted her meaty labia, flicking her clit now and then, dipping fingers into her hole to draw out glistening nectar. He whispered in her ear, "Aunt Cao, you're such a slut—no panties in broad daylight."
"Ah... it's not like that... just for convenience... ah..."
She wiggled her ass, blushing. She'd chosen the dress precisely for quick access with him—easy to lift, hard for others to notice, especially Huang Guoxin.
"So thoughtful, Aunt Cao."
He flipped up her skirt fully, baring her snowy ass, and gave it two light smacks. The firm flesh jiggled enticingly. The counter blocked the view—even if Huang Guoxin emerged, they'd be hidden.
The spanks left her limp and lustful, eyes hazy as she teased, "Naughty boy, bullying me like that. My ass stings now."
"How could I bully such a horny auntie?"
He caressed her silky cheeks, then dropped to his knees, burying his face in her ass and lapping at her pussy. Since Li Wen taught him this trick, he'd seen how women melted for it—Zhang Li always screamed to multiple orgasms. Time to test it on Cao Meng.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
She writhed, pussy gushing, the itch and tingles building to crashing waves of pleasure. Her moans grew louder.
Just then, Huang Guoxin's door creaked open. He shuffled out, rubbing his eyes, yelling toward the kitchen, "Mom, what're you doing? Can't a guy get some peace in the morning?"
Cao Meng flinched, dropping her skirt to hide Ma Jun underneath. She grabbed veggies from the counter, pretending to chop, voice shaky. "Guoxin, you're up? Just making lunch."
"Lunch? At this hour? Wait, shit—it's almost noon."
He checked the wall clock, realizing how late it was. "Oh yeah, Mom—has Ma Jun shown up yet?"
"Not yet. Probably soon."
She stammered, terrified he'd come in. Ma Jun's tongue still worked her clit relentlessly, warping her voice.
"That idiot better not have forgotten. I reminded him yesterday."
Huang Guoxin skipped the kitchen, hit the bathroom for a piss, yawned, and said, "Mom, I'm crashing again. Wake me when Ma Jun gets here."
"Sure, go ahead."
Her legs buckled, juices trickling down her thighs. Once his door shut, Ma Jun emerged. "Aunt Cao, he didn't notice anything, right?"
"And whose fault is that? I said stay still, but you wouldn't behave."
Her cheeks flushed as she pouted. "Where'd you learn that nasty stuff? Online?"
"Did it feel good, Aunt Cao?"
He hugged her tight, cock rubbing her belly through the thin dress, eager.
"So good... Aunt Cao's dying for it now."
Her eyes smoldered as she gripped his bulge through his pants, feeling its heat. Lust flared. "Naughty boy, wanna fuck Aunt Cao's slutty pussy?"
Her lewd display broke him. He dropped his pants, freeing his thick, long cock. She bent over the counter; he hiked her skirt to her waist, teased her sopping entrance, then thrust deep. Her pussy, prepped by his fingers and tongue, swallowed him effortlessly. He pounded fast, fearing interruption—plap plap plap—hitting her depths each time. She climaxed quickly; her sucking walls milked him dry, hot cum flooding her as he gasped atop her.
She turned for a deep kiss, savoring the afterglow. Soon, she nudged him. "Enough, naughty boy—Aunt Cao's blissed out. Go find Guoxin. I'll call you for lunch."
After more cuddling, he left the kitchen and knocked on Huang Guoxin's door. "Guoxin, still sleeping? It's late!"
He pushed in to find him on the bed, huddled under blankets, glued to his game. Without looking up: "Oh, you're here. Help me—this level's kicking my ass."
Ma Jun grabbed a controller and joined in.
Half an hour later, Cao Meng called them to wash up for lunch. She piled food on Ma Jun's plate, plotting how to ditch her son for another round. Her gaze turned sultry, eyes watery with desire, making his heart race. They exchanged flirty glances behind Huang Guoxin's back—the thrill of adultery electric.
Suddenly, the door opened. In walked a middle-aged man in his forties—short, beer-bellied, briefcase under arm, hair slicked shiny. Huang Shouye, Huang Guoxin's dad, with a young driver supporting him.
Cao Meng's face fell. She rose tensely. "Shouye, you're back? Didn't you have a lunch meeting? Eaten yet?"
Drunk and slurring: "I'm good, ate already. Got carried away. Ran into Deputy County Head Song at lunch—who could skip toasting him? Turned into a round... Don't fuss. I'll nap upstairs."
He dismissed the driver and staggered toward the stairs.
She hurried to steady him, frowning. "You drink way too much. Endless banquets, booze every meal—your health'll tank."
"I can handle it."
He chuckled, groping her ass. "This body's good for another liter. Wanna work out later?"
"Cut it out, Old Huang—guests are here."
She blushed, glancing at Ma Jun, suddenly repulsed by her husband's touch.
Noticing Ma Jun, Huang Shouye snorted displeased. "Him a guest? No more random trash in our house. Tell him to get lost."
His voice boomed; Ma Jun heard, flushing awkwardly.
"Watch your mouth, Old Huang!"
Furious and anxious, she dragged him upstairs to their room. Before she could argue, he was snoring on the bed.
Enraged, she nearly kicked him off—but worried about Ma Jun. Downstairs, she saw him at the door, Huang Guoxin tugging his arm. Helplessly: "Little Jun, don't take it to heart. Your uncle's drunk and stressed—not aimed at you."
"It's fine, Aunt Cao. I won't get mad."
He forced a smile. "Thanks for lunch. Gotta head home. Bye, Aunt Cao."
Ignoring her pleas, he left. Midday sun blazed, but his heart felt crushed, the guilt suffocating. No matter how he spun it, he'd betrayed her husband, wrecked a family—this was his punishment.
"Ma Jun, wait!"
At the complex gate, Cao Meng caught up, tears streaming. "Today's on Guoxin's dad—I scolded him. He'll apologize in person. Go home, please. I never expected this."
"Thanks for the kindness, Aunt Cao."
He sighed deeply. "Truth is, I need to say this too. Guoxin's my best friend; I'm scum for this. Won't come back."
He shoved a thousand yuan into her hand and bolted.
"Ma Jun! Come back!"
She chased a few steps, but he vanished at the intersection. Helpless, she collapsed in sobs, tears glistening.
Monday morning, Liu Yan entered the office. Before she could catch her breath, Zhang Yang grinned. "Liu Yan, heard the news? Title reviews are out—you got intermediate."
"Really?"
Elation surged. She'd obsessed over it last week—her score was high, but no guarantee. She'd debated approaching Li Jianjun but chose fate. This good news felt surreal. "You're not messing with me?"
"Why would I? Ask Director Lu—he was looking for you."
Zhang Yang envied her: young, prestigious grad, bright future.
Unable to sit still, she went to the director's door. Li Wen emerged; Liu Yan froze. She'd been out sick—now back? Did she get intermediate too?
Li Wen's usual flirtiness gone, she smiled genuinely, taking Liu Yan's hand. "Looking for the director? I wanted you too. We both made intermediate—great! I used to envy your talent at your age. Director chewed me out—said learn from you. I speak without thinking; don't hold it against me."
Stunned, Liu Yan thought, One illness and she's changed? But politeness won. "Nonsense, Li. We're colleagues; I've slipped too. Guide me more."
"Deal. Chat later."
Li Wen hummed away, thrilled. Liu Yan shook her head—maybe not so bad. She knocked; Lu Qihang called her in.
"Perfect timing, Liu."
He handed a file, beaming. "School doc: you and Li Wen got intermediate. We fought for extra slots from the bureau—Principal Li's doing. Thank him properly."
"Got it, Director Lu."
Her heart sank—strings attached. But seeing her name thrilled her: a career leap. Li Jianjun? She'd ponder that.
Back in the office, male colleagues congratulated Li Wen, who glowed. Lu Qihang had told her the same. Baffled—no deal with Li Jianjun, yet he'd pushed for her? Maybe she misjudged him. Still, she'd visit to thank him.
Afternoon, principal's office. Li Jianjun, post-meeting, rested eyes, plotting staff shifts. Reviews done—deals made, but mostly his picks: capable teachers promoted. Next, management tweaks—testing his control.
A knock; a sweet voice: "Principal Li in?"
"Come."
He straightened. In walked a stunning young teacher in a pink dress—pert peaks, long pale legs swaying with her full hips. Li Wen, language research room.
"Principal Li, thanks for the title push. How to repay you?"
Straight to it, she offered a supermarket card from her bag.
She'd agonized at home: no smokes, light drinker, unknown hobbies. Cash awkward; 500-yuan card flexible.
He pushed it back, frowning. "Inappropriate, Li. As principal, I consider the school's good—not personal gain. Overthinking. Focus on work, not shortcuts."
"Just a token..."
Stunned by his refusal, she pocketed it and left, confused. No body, no money—what did he want? Purely professional?
Li Jianjun sighed. Truth: Li Wen tempted any man. When she offered herself, he wavered—but passed. Like his past affair, she was restless, trading flesh for gain. Uncontrollable. He wouldn't repeat; had a better target. No distractions for mere Li Wen.
Her slot? His cover for Liu Yan—hard for her alone, so he bundled with Li Wen's "research room talent" excuse, trading favors.
Since Liu Yan's office handjob, his craving intensified. Her resistance fueled him—imagining her bent over his sofa, ass up, him pounding her slick pussy set him ablaze. He'd claim this lonely wife.
She'd avoided him since; he stewed over the interrupter. But it spiced the game. This review? Bait—reward for her submission.
Would she bite? He sipped tea, waiting. Afternoon dragged; near quitting, hope faded. Heels clicked in the hall—his pulse quickened. Please be her.
They stopped; a pause—eternal to him. He resisted opening the door. Knock.
"Enter."
Relief. He smoothed his hair. Liu Yan's tall, sexy form entered; his eyes locked on her lofty, regal tits. Heat stirred below.
"Principal Li, thanks for supporting young teachers. I'll work hard, learn from seniors, contribute more."
His gaze burned her chest; she flushed but composed. Long hesitation to face him.
"Just doing my job, Liu. I back talent—boldly, heavily."
Grinning, he approached. "I recruited you myself—you're mine to protect. That night deepened things; you're worth it."
He patted her shoulder.
"Principal Li, please—self-respect."
She recoiled. Here to clarify: "That night was a mistake. I wasn't thinking; sorry for misleading. I'll watch myself—no repeats."
"A mistake? I see maturity. Adapt to thrive—you did well. Don't be foolish. Review's out, but I can adjust."
Her heart jolted—leverage. "Why force this? I can forgo the title—no more."
"Don't be rash, Liu Yan."
Sigh. "I value you. Agree, and I'll send you to training."
He waved a file. "City bureau, one slot per school—three months. Back as homeroom teacher; year later, research deputy. Three years, senior title. Think it over?"
No more waiting—full offer. Any teacher, even Li Wen, would leap. Lifetime goals, his to give easily. His confidence.
But Liu Yan wasn't them. Stunned. Proud, but human—needing security, advancement. Homeroom, deputy, senior—all dreams. Nod, and hers. Li Jianjun's shield from Feng Kun et al. But at what cost?
Seeing her freeze, he smirked—shy? He embraced her, groping a firm breast. "First time's awkward; you'll get used. Let me feel those huge tits. Rumors say we're screwing—might as well."
His hand on her sensitive mound trembled her. Turmoil raged. Standoff: reject, face wrath—title gone, job at risk. Submit? Betray husband, swallow pride.
No resistance thrilled him. Blood rushed south; cock stirred. Years of scheming—hers at last. He mauled her elastic tit; other hand at her jeans button. Seconds, she'd be naked, past regret—his to ravage, thrusting into her tight, slick depths.
"No."
Panicking, she shook her head, blocking his hand. But he tweaked her nipple; she softened. Helpless, he undid the button, zipper—black lace panties exposed.
"Gorgeous. I'll buy you more."
Grinning, fingers delved, teasing lips through thin fabric. Wetness seeped. Her body betrayed her, craving invasion.
Am I really letting this old bastard rape me? Struggling feebly, tears of humiliation welled. She'd held firm—even against alluring Ma Jun. Now, her purity to Li Jianjun? She teetered on the abyss's edge—one step to fall.