Clash at Tianfu Restaurant
Bai Xiaoyan rounded the corner and glanced back to see Ma Jun still staring at her with that dazed look. She pursed her lips in a light smile. "Little brother, your eyes aren't being very honest there. Keep it up, and big sis might just get mad at you~." Yet she deliberately thrust out her full, heaving breasts, the thin blouse so sheer that even the two tiny bumps of her nipples were faintly visible.
Ma Jun's face flushed at Bai Xiaoyan's teasing. Truth be told, he'd felt like he recognized her the moment she walked in, but he couldn't place where from—that's why he'd kept staring. He hadn't meant to come off creepy. Of course, Bai Xiaoyan was the kind of woman who oozed allure, the type—like Li Wen—that made any man's mind jump straight to the bedroom. But she had this extra edge, a seductive vibe honed on the wild side of nightlife, broadcasting signals that could drive a guy insane.
"Sorry, Boss Bai," Ma Jun mumbled, ducking his head in a fluster. Bai Xiaoyan was nothing like the mature women he'd tangled with before. Zhang Li, Liu Yan, Cao Meng—they all kept up a prim facade in public. Even Li Wen, slutty as she was, played it straight at school. But Bai Xiaoyan? She was pure temptation in motion, every word and gesture a blatant lure, her eyes brimming with sultry promise that ignited the basest urges in seconds.
"Aw, come on, I was just messing with you. How's a big, strapping guy like you get so shy, like a little girl?" Bai Xiaoyan found Ma Jun's reaction adorable. He wasn't like Su Jianxin, who'd ogled her tits and ass like a starving wolf the first time they met, eyes screaming he'd strip her bare right there. No high school kid acted like that—more like his sleazy old man.
"Boss Bai, didn't you say you were grabbing some wine?" Ma Jun shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Her eyes roamed him like he was merchandise on display, her soft little hands pinching and prodding his body, sending itchy tingles everywhere. For the first time, he knew what it felt like to be molested by a woman.
"No rush—I'll have someone deliver it later." Bai Xiaoyan ran her hand over Ma Jun's firm pecs with a playful grin. "And drop the 'Boss Bai.' Call me Bai-jie like Jianxin does. Dunno why, but you feel like family already—like my own little brother. Come here, let sis give you a hug." With that, she threw her arms around him, pressing her firm, perky tits shamelessly against his chest and rubbing them slow and teasing.
Ma Jun panicked, face burning crimson. "Bai-jie, don't—someone might see!"
"Oh, so you do know shame? I'm not a tiger; I won't eat you." His flustered state only egged her on. This kid a virgin? Spotting an empty private room nearby, she tugged him inside with a giggle. "There, no one's watching now. Tell sis—didn't it feel good holding me earlier?"
Ma Jun nodded on instinct. Bai Xiaoyan's breasts weren't as massive as Liu Yan's, but they were plenty big—probably on par with Li Wen's. Hard to judge without hands-on experience, especially through clothes.
"Wanna feel even better?" Her fingers trailed down his chest to his abs, rubbing gently. "Sis can help you out~."
This woman was even sluttier than Li Wen. Ma Jun's blood ran hot under her touch, cock throbbing with the urge to pin this seductively gorgeous mature woman down and pound away his lust. But instinct screamed danger—worse than Li Wen. He needed to bolt.
Seeing him freeze, Bai Xiaoyan leaned in, puffing warm breath in his ear and flicking her slick tongue over his lobe. He twitched away, itchy, and she laughed throatily. "Feels good, right, little bro? Sis knows all kinds of ways to make a man feel amazing. Wanna try?" Her words wove a spell; Ma Jun's mind fogged, craving surrender. "Bai-jie... I'm so hot... I want..."
"You little devil! Sis never said we'd fuck." She pouted playfully. "But do one thing for me, and I'll get you off another way."
"What? Anything, Bai-jie." Her fingers teased lower, brushing his abs but dodging his rock-hard cock, leaving him aching and desperate.
"Tell me about that girl in your booth—what's her name? Her background? Her deal with Su Jianxin?" That was her real play—luring info out of him. Su Jianxin's panic screamed "big fish."
"Song Siwei. She's from our school; Su Jianxin's chasing her." Ma Jun spilled everything he knew about Song Siwei.
"Song Siwei?" Bai Xiaoyan pondered, then lit up. "Her dad's Song Chuhe, the executive deputy magistrate of Gu County, right?" She knew the county's top dogs. Song Chuhe was young for his rank, unlimited potential—rumored city-bound soon, maybe back as top dog one day. A connection worth gold.
Song Chuhe was strait-laced, dodging invites. No inroad—until his daughter showed up here. Jackpot. "So, are they boyfriend-girlfriend?"
Mention of Su Jianxin snapped Ma Jun alert. "Why ask? I barely know 'em. That's all I got."
Bai Xiaoyan smirked, assuming he was holding out. Her hand slid down, into his pants, wrapping his scorching shaft. Holy shit, this kid's hung—one hand won't cut it. Grinning wider, "Good boy—for helping sis, I'll make it worth it. Enjoy." She started stroking with expert rhythm.
Ma Jun's breath hitched. Her soft, slippery palm worked his cock like magic, teasing balls and head, pure ecstasy. Zhang Li and Cao Meng were amateurs; Li Wen a beginner. Bai Xiaoyan? Pro level. Each pump sent waves of bliss stronger than fucking—especially from Dihao KTV's sexy boss. Good thing he'd blown twice with Zhang Li at noon, or he'd have lost it already.
After dozens of strokes with no cum, Bai Xiaoyan marveled inwardly. Competitive now, her fingers danced like piano keys over his shaft, assaulting every nerve.
Years as a bar girl taught her to fend off grabs without whoring out. She'd jerk clients off instead, honing her legendary golden snake coiling silk hand. Guys lined up for it. Then Lü Hongtang claimed her; the skill faded to myth. Who'd guess infamous Bai Xiaoyan would bust it out on a high schooler?
Her technique hit; Ma Jun gasped, hips bucking, fists clenched—on the edge.
Bai Xiaoyan smirked triumphantly. No man resisted her golden snake hand—let alone a kid. But he'd lasted impressively: stamina, size, girth. Prime stud material. She'd pimp him to rich wives; that dick would hook 'em.
She chuckled inwardly—ruining a promising kid's future for duck work? Ruthless. She sped up, eager to finish and chase that Song Siwei lead.
Meanwhile, in a Tianfu Restaurant private room, the San Zhong Chinese teachers' group sat around a table. Center: venerable head Lu Qihang. Flanking him: stunners Liu Yan and Li Wen. Credit for their promotions went to him, so they nursed drinks at his sides. Others scattered below; Feng Kun was MIA.
Zhang Yang snagged the seat by Liu Yan, heart racing. She bolted home post-class; group hangs were rare. He stole glances. Since her arrival, her tall, stunning figure had captivated him. Married now, he buried it deep. Watching her bloom from girl to sultry wife stung—but he stayed silent.
As she chatted with Lu Qihang, Zhang Yang ogled shamelessly. Marriage had softened her slim curves fuller—especially those proud, massive tits straining her blouse into a tent, rising with each breath. Gaps revealed black bra and creamy cleavage. Down to her flat belly, then that perfect bubble ass stretching tight jeans. Thighs thick and round, camel toe hinting at her mound. Heart-pounding.
Mouth dry, he downed his drink—still burning. Zhang Li poured soda beside him. "Here, Zhang Yang—cool off. Forgot water in the office this afternoon?"
"Thanks, Zhang-jie." Guilty, he sipped slowly, avoiding Liu Yan. But her body heat kept him squirming.
"What's with the fidgeting, Zhang Yang?" Li Wen teased. "Surrounded by two bombshells too much? Or plotting something naughty? Learn from Lu: steady as a rock. Real open book, right, Director Lu?" Her smooth arm brushed his.
"Haha, don't tease, Li Wen. Zhang Yang's solid." Lu Qihang blushed, eyes dodging. That forced blowjob haunted him—guilt, insomnia, fearing exposure. Yet her absence left him oddly empty, replaying her hot mouth. Craving more, but too ashamed to ask.
Liu Yan flushed faintly. She'd sensed Zhang Yang's crush, played dumb. His peeks were obvious, but harmless. He was decent—no boundaries crossed. Flattering, even touching. But just that.
Quiet, steady Zhang Yang was reliable colleague-friend material—not heart-throb. She craved dominant types. Her husband oozed confidence (bordering arrogance). Li Jianjun at 20 would've been irresistible; even now, she couldn't hate him. Just loathed power-for-sex deals.
Ma Jun? Young, but bolder than most men—fucking his homeroom teacher, jerking to older ones, smashing the principal's window. Reckless, sure—but brave. Her feelings sparked from his taboo defiance. A straight-A good boy? No spark beyond teacher-student.
Liu Yan eyed flustered Zhang Yang with pity. Good guy, too good—clueless on wooing, paper-thin skin. Even Feng Kun outdid him: shameless pest, immune to snark, always lurking.
She'd once thought: good thing I'm married, or Feng Kun's tricks might've worn me down. Zhang Yang? Years sharing an office, zero confessions—just vague poems. Less effective than Ma Jun's blunt "I wanna fuck your slutty pussy." Shocking then, but it shattered the student barrier forever.
Teacher-student romances usually flipped: girls chase male teachers. Male students pursuing? Herculean—especially crossing that invisible line. Ma Jun scored Zhang Li because she broke it first. For Liu Yan? He'd pay dearly.
Zhang Li watched Li Wen's jab unsettle the group, irked. Li Wen: all show, no substance—flirty with guys, dodging work, grabbing perks. Zhang Li figured her promotion a pipe dream; somehow, Lu Qihang faked her record, Li Jianjun pulled bureau strings. Laughable.
Unfair—Liu Yan earned it through grind. But times being what they were... Li Wen's smug lean on Lu boiled her blood. "Pfft, Li-laoshi, 'beauty'? You're the star—whole bureau knows 'Li the Bombshell.' Shame: such looks wasted teaching. Go host at county TV! Right, everyone?"
Praise? Backhanded: empty vase. The table, fed up with Li Wen's arrogance, cheered. "Spot on! TV star material—even dramas!"
Li Wen flushed hot-cold, stumped for comeback. Slumping back, tits heaving in rage.
"Enough—settle down." Lu Qihang frowned, coughing. "Two reasons for dinner: semester halfway, all hardworking. Midterms up—especially Zhang Li's Class 57, top average. Cheers!" He eyed sour Li Wen. "Class 55 solid too—top freshman scorer from her class. Real effort."
Zhang Li scoffed inwardly. Tang Feng: all-around ace, no teacher needed. Class 55 scraped bottom. Face-saving BS.
Lu backing Li Wen puzzled her—he'd mentored her. No way he'd stoop to her level; gramps vs. vixen.
"Second: thanks for years of support." Lu Qihang's face fell sadly. "Some know: school's reshuffling mid-management. I've overstayed as head—time for youth."
Shocked gasps (some fake—Li Wen/Liu Yan insiders). Zhang Li bolted up, stunned—Lu her mentor from day one. "Director Lu—what gives? After all your years, dumped like trash? Unfair! Who even qualifies?!"
"Easy, Zhang Li—sit." Lu waved her down, aides pulling. Chuckling bitterly, "Forty-plus and still hot-headed? No poise. Remember: 'Face unmoved by crumbling peaks, eyes steady on startled deer.' Forgot my lesson?"
Zhang Li froze—words from her tearful rookie meltdown. Lu's counsel forged her. Eyes misting, "Director... you should stay."
"Enough." Lu teared up too. "School's reasons are sound—we understand. They'll pick right. I'm tired anyway—time to rest. 'Right place, right time.' Heh."
Somber nods. "School" meant Li Jianjun—iron-fisted, no dissent. Once axed a defiant veep to bumfuck middle school overnight.
Li Wen gloated inwardly: Feng Kun's doing. He suited her schemes better. Crocodile tears ready for the announcement—then crush Zhang Li, Liu Yan, foes.
First: humble Liu Yan. Her "friendliness"? Bait. Tonight, shatter that pride—make her beg.
Door creaked; Li Jianjun entered, glass raised, grinning. "Cheers, everyone!"
Prepped by Li Wen, but real-deal thrilled them. All stood, clinking.
Li Jianjun, buzzed but sharp, praised each. At Lu: "Old Lu, San Zhong's banner! Trained so many stars—here's to you." Downed it. "School won't forget vets. You're eternal example."
"Principal Li—words enough." Lu drained his trembling glass. "Retire or not, I'll work hard."
Li Jianjun nodded solemnly, spotting Liu Yan's glass. "Liu-laoshi, soda's fine."
"No fair!" Li Wen chirped. "I did baijiu; everyone did. Can't single her out—right?"
"Sharp tongue, Li Wen—diplomat material." Li Jianjun chuckled, unbothered. Spirited, bold, social—wasted teaching. Gears turned.
"To you, Principal." Liu Yan raised hers, eyes averted. Post-office, she'd decided: no deal. How to say it nicely? Stalling. Would he wait?
"Great semester, Liu-laoshi—obvious to all." Li Jianjun downed, beaming. "Lu sang praises. Future's you young guns. All: grind hard; I'll handle rest. Raises, promotions, houses—coming." Pumped cheers. Principal easy? Nah—networks, resources, loyalty. Few matched his brass.
Post-exit buzz: Liu Yan nursed baijiu blush, coughing delicately. Zhang Yang poured soda. "Liu-laoshi, hydrate? Yogurt?"
"No fuss—fine." She waved off, hitting the restroom. Out: Li Jianjun puking in sink, staggering up red-faced, eyes shut, hair mussed, hunched—wrecked.
She nearly ghosted, but pity stirred. Hesitant, "Principal? You okay?" Paper towel out.
Li Jianjun blinked surprise. "Fine—chugged too fast. Go on."
Turning, she paused, biting lip. "Principal... Lu's removal real? Why him?" Li Wen's tip nagged; alone now, she asked.
"Think I'm scum?" Li Jianjun laughed bitterly. "Principal harassing staff, can't zip it, cheating wife-kids. Hate me, huh?"
His candor disarmed her flush. No—lecherous thoughts, yes; force? Never. Protected her. Handjob? Her choice. Real sleaze? She'd be gone.
"You think I'm blind, axing Lu for gain." Eyes intense. "Principal ain't easy—hundreds relying. No superpowers. Beg bureau? Not mine. County schools galore—why us?" Gesturing room: "Drinking bureau brass. Booze 'em up for scraps. Wages, ranks, training, housing—cash. One head spot buys goodwill, frees me for more. Get it? No—you see slimy hack."
Liu Yan stunned. Emotional dump? Principal tough gig. Predecessor: gluttony, pussyhound; impotent rage. Li at least tried fixing San Zhong. "Sorry, Principal—I was wrong."
But conflicted: school good, sacrifice Lu?
"Don't worry—I'll place Lu right." He grabbed her hand, earnest. "I like you, Liu Yan. No big asks—just company sometimes. Even platonic."
Less lust now—emotional void. Li Wen? Pure meat. He craved her heart for true conquest.
"Sorry, Principal—can't." Heart wobbled, then steel. Pulled free, stepping back apologetic. "Thanks for valuing me, but no betraying my husband. Mum's the word—and I'll work hard. Goodbye." Fled before crumbling. His words rocked her; too narrow view before.
Li Jianjun sighed at her retreating figure, wistful. Expected rejection. Principles made her prize—not fuckdoll. Beauty, body? Meh. Soul's fire earned respect—that set her apart. Wouldn't quit; worth the chase. Who'd claim her heart, body?