The Fate-Sealing Passionate Kiss with Liu Yan
Seeing that Liu Yan had yielded, Li Jianjun figured it was time to seal the deal with this stunning married beauty. He half-embraced, half-pushed her onto the sofa, grabbing at her jeans to yank them off in one go. But Liu Yan twisted her plump hips, clamping her legs shut tight, refusing to let him have his way so easily.
As they struggled, a crisp knock echoed from the door. "Principal, are you in there?"
Li Jianjun recognized his driver Xiao Fan's voice and cursed inwardly—this guy shows up now of all times? Liu Yan snapped back to her senses, shoving free from Li Jianjun and scrambling up from the sofa. He retreated behind his desk, watching as she hastily straightened her clothes before clearing his throat. "Come in."
A scrawny man entered, beaming at Li Jianjun. "Principal, I've parked the car downstairs. Should I wait in it for you, or head home first?"
Normally, Li Jianjun drove himself home if there was no issue, but if evening socializing meant drinking, he'd have the driver take him. It was right around quitting time now, so the driver had come up to check.
"Go on home. I'll drive myself later."
Li Jianjun said it with clear irritation. The guy seemed sharp enough usually—why so clueless today? Another ten minutes, and he'd have had Liu Yan right there.
"Got it, Principal. See you tomorrow."
Sensing the principal's mood, the driver didn't linger, heading for the door. But he couldn't resist sneaking a glance at Liu Yan standing nearby. He knew the pretty teacher well enough, and with her flushed face and tense expression, he wondered if the principal had been mid-fuck with her. No wonder the boss looked pissed. Imagining those massive tits in Li Jianjun's hands, he felt a surge of envy—being principal has its perks; just nod, and any teacher throws herself at you.
Once the driver left, an awkward silence settled over the office. Li Jianjun saw the shame and fury on Liu Yan's face and inwardly lamented the missed chance. Liu Yan wasn't some easy slut like Li Wen, hawking her body like merchandise on a shelf. No, she was more like a rare seashell—its tender flesh hidden behind a thick shell, needing the right atmosphere to coax it out. Scare it once, and prying it open again got that much harder.
For a proud woman like Liu Yan, winning her heart was key. Only when she gave herself willingly would a man savor the world's greatest pleasure. Li Jianjun tapped his fingers on the desk thoughtfully. "Little Liu, no need to agonize. This is all consensual—I'm not forcing you. Go home, think it over."
Liu Yan's mind was a whirlwind. What was wrong with her? She'd resisted Li Jianjun's advances fiercely at first, yet lacked the guts to fight back. If not for the driver's interruption, she might have lost her innocence to him. Had his offer secretly swayed her? Was her so-called moral line just a joke, more hypocritical than Li Wen's open lust?
No, I'm not that kind of woman, she screamed inwardly. If it had been Feng Kun making the offer, she'd have rejected him without hesitation, no second thoughts. But Li Jianjun? She couldn't muster the same disgust. Sure, he wanted her body, but she sensed he genuinely cared about her future. A lowly teacher like her wasn't worth all those resources otherwise. Li Jianjun was bad, yes—but bad with limits, with principles. That was why she couldn't refuse him outright.
That was Li Jianjun's edge over Feng Kun: he never cornered her, always left a choice. And he was confident—as long as she stayed at San Zhong, he'd be her best option.
She might cling to her pride now, but reality was cruel. How long could she hold out? When she broke, she'd fall right into his web.
"I'll be going now, Principal Li."
Liu Yan nodded curtly and headed for the door. She couldn't stay longer—Li Jianjun had a way of bending people to his will unnoticed. With after-hours quiet, if he tried again, no one would save her.
"Oh, right—Friday afternoon, the Education Bureau's holding a training seminar for young female teacher cadres. Each school sends reps; I've signed you and Li Wen. The office will notify you later."
Li Jianjun added with a smile. "It's going on your record—good for your title promotion down the line."
"Thank you, Principal Li."
Even if she resented him, Liu Yan couldn't spurn the gesture. Such spots were competitive; she wouldn't get one fairly. And he hadn't dangled it as bait—just handed it over casually. No wonder he'd held the principal seat at San Zhong for over a decade.
Leaving the principal's office, Liu Yan descended to the second floor in a daze. Setting aside Li Jianjun's lecherous intentions, the man had real magnanimity. If he were younger, not the principal... she might have fallen for him. No surprise he'd won over Gu County's famed beauty Shu Meiyu back in the day.
But ifs didn't change facts. She admired Li Jianjun, but love? No. Nor would she trade her body. If she ever cheated, it'd be for a man she loved—pure passion, no deals.
At the large teachers' office door, about to grab her things, a shadow lunged from behind. Liu Yan startled back two steps, then glared at Feng Kun. "What do you want? This is school grounds!"
"What were you doing at Li Jianjun's?"
Feng Kun sneered. "Don't think I don't know. Did he fuck you? How else do you snag intermediate title so easy?"
"Don't slander me! Principal Li and I are innocent."
Liu Yan flushed crimson, protesting loudly. "He's not like you think. Plenty of teachers got promoted—why not me?"
"Liu Yan, I mean no harm. Just sayin', a beauty like you wasting time with an old fart ain't worth it."
Feng Kun softened suddenly, feigning sincerity. "I know you hate me, but I truly like you. Divorce him—I'll marry you. Whatever Li Jianjun offers, I can match. Scared he'll hassle you later? I can get my uncle to transfer you to the bureau or another school. Liu Yan, I'm sincere. Give yourself to me."
He lunged, wrapping her in a bear hug, his mouth slobbering over her face, hands groping wildly.
"Feng Kun, let go—or I'll scream!"
Liu Yan thrashed, stomping his foot hard with her high heel. As he winced in pain, she broke free and bolted downstairs. She never imagined he'd dare harass her in the teaching building.
Feng Kun tried chasing but collapsed, foot throbbing. Kicking off his shoe revealed a deep heel mark, sock bloodied. That bitch's kick was vicious—if she'd aimed lower... He shuddered, eyes flashing malice. Fine, Liu Yan. I gave you a chance. Don't blame me for getting nasty.
Liu Yan didn't stop till the school gates, her new heels nearly snapping. Recalling Feng Kun's assault, fear and grievance welled up. Spotting a familiar figure ahead, she called out, "Ma Jun."
Ma Jun had moped all day, dragging toward the gates after school. Since parting with Cao Meng, his heart ached. Huang Guoxin's dad's humiliation had sparked his impulsive breakup, but regret followed. Cao Meng had done nothing wrong—he'd lashed out at her. How hurt she must be. Yet Huang Shouye's attitude deterred him from going back.
Forget it. We shouldn't have started anyway. Ending now might be for the best, he told himself. He'd been tangled with four women; now Liu Yan kept distance, Li Wen was neutral, but Zhang Li remained—better than nothing.
Hearing his name, Ma Jun turned to see Liu Yan rushing over, expression downcast. Before he could ask, she flung herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Ma Jun had never seen Liu Yan cry like this. Stunned, arms rigid at his sides, he hesitated before gently holding her. "Cousin, what's wrong? Someone bully you?"
His comfort unleashed her tears harder. These months had been grueling, bottled up inside. Feng Kun was just the trigger. Meeting Ma Jun let it pour out. Held by her cousin—who'd never hurt her—she wept freely, tears soaking his shirt like spilled pearls.
Ma Jun stopped prying, hugging tighter. Her massive breasts pressed against his chest, but lust yielded to heartache, pity... and anger. Who dared make his Liu Yan cry like this? He'd make them pay.
When she calmed, Liu Yan shyly pulled away, wiping tears. "I'm fine now. Head home."
"Cousin, what happened?"
Ma Jun eyed her worriedly. "Was it that bastard Feng Kun? I'll settle it."
He started toward the school.
"Ma Jun, wait!"
Liu Yan grabbed his hand, exasperated. "You're so impulsive. No one bullied me—I just felt tired, needed a shoulder. Didn't expect tears. Scared you, huh?"
"Really? Don't lie. If it's Feng Kun, I won't let him off."
Ma Jun was skeptical.
"Don't believe me? Go on—beat him, get expelled. Happy now?"
Liu Yan's face hardened coldly. "Then your mom begs the school to take you back. That what you want?"
"Cousin, I didn't mean..."
Ma Jun fell silent. He knew the stakes, but the rage stuck in his throat.
"Ma Jun, you're still a kid. Stay out of adult matters, or you'll just make trouble."
Liu Yan sighed heavily. "Your only job is studying. Got it? I can handle mine—you meddling just worries me more."
"I know, Cousin."
Ma Jun drooped. Yeah—a high schooler like him? Even knowing those men lusted after her, what could he do? Just offer a warm hug.
After a long pause, he looked up. "Cousin, I was scared for you. Seeing you cry... it hurt."
"I know."
Liu Yan took his hand, smiling softly, revealing pearly teeth. "That's why I'm glad too—someone cares. Walk me home?"
Ma Jun gripped her silky hand tight, wishing never to let go. But the alley came quick. Liu Yan released. "Mission done. Go home."
Ma Jun lingered, then sheepishly: "Cousin, one more hug? Felt so good."
"Knew you weren't up to good."
Liu Yan blushed. Truth was, she loved it too—but wouldn't admit. His eager eyes won; she nodded, arms out. "Fine, once."
Ma Jun grinned, burying his face in her shoulder-length hair, inhaling her faint scent. Her lofty breasts deformed against him; his cock stiffened, poking her soft belly below, massive head battering her tender slit through jeans and panties.
"Ah... Ma Jun... no..."
Liu Yan jolted like electrocuted, pussy spasming, gushing hot fluid to soak her panties. Her little cousin's rod had magic—even through cloth, it thrilled her like never before. What if it plunged in? She'd probably pass out.
Ma Jun's cock sensed the pussy's aroma, throbbing wildly, as if to drill through his pants. His hands slid instinctively to her plump ass, kneading the firm, round cheeks. Elastic, huge—better than Li Wen's butterfly butt.
"Ma Jun... stop... I'm your cousin... ah..."
His palms on her sensitive ass shamed and enraged her. It was just a hug—how dare he! Gasping rebukes, but the tingles made her grind back, craving more.
"Cousin, I love you so much. Seeing you cry broke my heart. I wanna protect you forever."
Ma Jun lifted his head, gazing at her flower-like face, pouring out his longing.
"Ah... Ma Jun, but we're cousins... people would laugh. What if Mom finds out? We can't... let go."
Liu Yan's eyes flickered with confusion, shaking her head—husband unthought-of.
"Teacher Liu, I don't want you as cousin. Be my girlfriend. No one'll know, promise?"
Ma Jun pressed, sensing her fear was discovery. "I'll study hard, won't trouble you. Please?"
"Silly kid. Am I worth it?"
Touched, Liu Yan met his pure eyes, feeling his burning sincerity pierce her icy shell. After Li Jianjun and Feng Kun's pressures, his genuine affection shone. Reason fled. If it was a cliff, she'd jump—with him.
Eyes closed, tear trailing her cheek, Ma Jun licked it—salty—love surging. Boldly, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing the mature, sexy wife.
Liu Yan's eyes flew open in panic. Propriety urged escape; lips sealed tight against his tongue. Shame flooded—a married woman French-kissed by a 15-year-old! But his arms crushed her close, face smothering breath. She parted for air; his tongue invaded, entwining hers.
Ma Jun breached, exploring her sweet mouth, sucking nectar, coiling her tongue. Hers stiffened passively at first, but soon she kissed back actively. Lips meshed, tongues danced like serpents, swapping saliva.
Ma Jun's head spun, lost in starry bliss. Liu Yan's kiss—the sexiest San Zhong teacher's true love kiss. He'd die happy.
Liu Yan surrendered too, heart conquered. His crude, unskilled kiss ignited her like her first—stronger, sparking orgasmic waves. Pussy clenched, squirting hot.
Deep in the kiss with his dream teacher, Ma Jun felt her writhe, grinding his cock, muffled moans. Nearing eruption, the stimulus hit; glans numbed, spurting thick cum. They peaked together.
Liu Yan slumped against him, panting, sweat beading forehead and neck, skin rosy like post-fuck glow. Recovering, she shoved him away, scowling. "Ma Jun, how dare you do that to your cousin! I'll tell Mom—let her tan your hide."
It sounded like coquetry.
Used to her hot-cold shifts, Ma Jun hung his head guiltily. "Teacher Liu, my fault. Holding you... I lost control. I like you too much."
"Not 'cousin' now? Feel shameless about your cousin?"
Liu Yan huffed coldly. "Forgot your pledge? No making me unhappy. I'm unhappy now—what's your fix?"
"Teacher Liu, punish me."
Ma Jun puzzled at her fire-to-ice flip. Fake? But he owned his wrong.
Liu Yan wasn't truly mad—just embarrassed climaxing from a student's kiss. Didn't want him seeing her as slutty, despite her hunger.
His meekness softened her. "Fine, no punishment. But stand here reciting Tengwang Pavilion Preface aloud a hundred times. No dinner till done. No slacking—I'll check."
She sauntered into the alley, smiling slyly.
Ma Jun gaped. Not punishment? That thing was tough! But after his huge score, fair enough. Zhang Li made him recite three classics pre-sex too. Fellow Chinese teachers, same tricks. Once I claim Liu Yan, those two'll taste my wrath.
"Xing fen yi zhen, di jie heng lu..."
As Liu Yan walked, his recitation rang out. Sweetness bloomed. Reckless at times, but obedient to her. Even this absurdity, he did. He truly loved her. But could she accept it?
More: at 15, did he know love? Maybe now, but how long? Days? Months? Likely, once he had her body, it'd fade. Teens mistook lust for love; conquest killed care.
To nurture it, no rushing. Too much too soon cheapened it, doomed it to wither. Glancing back at his silhouette, she resolved: tonight's contact was her line. No further. His fire warmed her—let it burn slow, not rage to ashes.
Home, Liu Yan hit the bathroom, unbuttoning her sweat-damp blouse, freeing huge tits in black bra. Jeans off, long legs bare. Tossed to washer, she unhooked bra—breasts bounced free, quivering.
Staring at her voluptuous reflection, hands cupping firm mounds, melancholy hit. Twenty-six, prime—body men craved, women envied. Yet no one savored it. Nights of mirror-gazing. Was this her life?
She peeled soaked panties, baring snowy ass, stepped under shower, adjusting warm water. Ma Jun's antics had sweated her up. Newlywed nights flashed: post-love sweat, husband bathing her—sometimes round two in here. Blissful then. Fleeting dream.
Her marriage: chicken rib—tasteless, yet wasteful to ditch. Husband vowed riches, luxury, quit teaching for lady-of-leisure life. But when? And was that her desire?
Ma Jun's home dinner surfaced: Song Ping's hard life, simple food—but joyful duo. Mom clipping her food, Ma Jun adoring her. Annoying then, enviable now: loving husband, kind mother-in-law. But Ma Jun was cousin; Song Ping, aunt.
Song Ping's entrustment shamed her. She'd betrayed that trust tonight. No penetration, but mentally akin. If Song Ping knew she'd seduced her son... would she still claim her niece?
But it's his fault! Liu Yan sighed. She'd restrained; others like Zhang Li had fallen. That woman's eyes screamed conquest.
Follow her? Liu Yan flushed under water, imagining Ma Jun's hands caressing tits, ass, probing her slit.
"Ah... no..." Legs clamped, body quaking, breasts swaying. No more indulgence—deeper abyss awaited.
Showered, fresh pajamas, hair dried, she sighed in empty living room. Another lonely night. Ma Jun's recitation tugged her; she peeked out, ear to gate—he hadn't slacked.
Hand on knob, impulse surged: confess love, invite him overnight—then forget, back to teacher-student.
But she didn't open, face twisting, slumping against door. Too wild, naive. Gates once opened stayed ajar. Zhang Li proved it—couldn't distance if wanted. Love was moth to flame, burning till ash.
Footsteps outside halted. Ma Jun? Heart raced—did he want spring night too?
His heavy breaths penetrated. He hesitated too. Liu Yan held breath, hoping he'd knock—fate's will, she'd yield all.
But no knock. Softly: "Teacher Liu, I finished your Tengwang Pavilion Preface—hundred times, no cheat. Promises kept. Heading home. Goodbye. And Teacher Liu... I love you. Forever."
He left. Liu Yan felt loss, then blissful smile. Warmth flooded. Ma Jun, teacher loves you too. Truly.