Chapter 1: The Humiliation Scheme
Gu County, San Zhong School, the sports field.
It was a fine day with gentle breezes—perfect for outdoor activities.
Monday morning's fourth period was PE class. The high school freshman Class 57's PE teacher was a man in his thirties. After leading everyone in two laps around the field and some warm-up exercises, he had the students pair up to practice passing.
Ma Jun and Huang Guoxin naturally teamed up. The two often played basketball together, so they weren't too interested in these basic drills. As they tossed the ball back and forth, their eyes kept darting to the other side of the field. Over there, a female teacher in a leotard was leading another class. Her black aerobics outfit clung tightly to her body, accentuating her perky tits and round ass. Especially those thick, toned thighs, perfectly outlined by the spandex pants—they had both guys sporting hard-ons.
"Man, why couldn't our PE teacher be a chick? This class is so damn boring."
Huang Guoxin sighed enviously. "Look at that teacher's figure—huge tits, juicy ass. She's no slouch compared to Li Wen. Bet it'd feel amazing pounding her from behind with my dick."
Li Wen was the Chinese teacher for Class 55, infamous at San Zhong as the sluttiest babe around—at least, that's what the guys whispered about. Of course, to students, "slutty" wasn't always an insult; sometimes it was straight-up praise. It wasn't just about flaunting your stuff in skimpy clothes.
Li Wen was drop-dead gorgeous, with a seductive, voluptuous figure and some indefinable wildness that made any guy's heart itch just looking at her.
Huang Guoxin used to jerk off fantasizing about Liu Yan, but now that she'd turned out to be Ma Jun's cousin—and on pretty good terms with him too—he felt awkward bringing her up in front of Ma Jun. So he'd switched to Li Wen as his example.
Ma Jun sneaked a few quick glances too, then shook his head like an old pro. "That's just the tight clothes making 'em look good. Strip her down, and they might sag like crazy. Can't compare to Li Wen's—hers are the real deal, big and firm. Touching them would be pure bliss."
"You talk like you've actually done it."
Huang Guoxin scoffed dismissively. "As if you've groped Li Wen's tits for real. She might look slutty, but good luck trying to cop a feel. If you actually groped her tits, I'd call you Dad."
Word around Class 55 was that some guy had tried handing in homework when the office was empty. He went for Li Wen's tits, and she slapped him hard across the face, ready to drag him to the disciplinary office. The kid dropped to his knees bawling until she let him off the hook.
Not only did I grope Li Wen's huge tits, Ma Jun thought, I fucked her tight little slut-pussy too. By that logic, Huang Guoxin should be calling me Grandpa. Seeing his buddy's skeptical look, Ma Jun's mind sparked with an idea. He tested the waters: "If you had the chance to fuck Li Wen's pussy, you man enough to go for it?"
"Hell yeah, what's not to be man enough for?"
Huang Guoxin grinned smugly. "It's just a hole, right? Shove your dick in and pump away."
Huang Guoxin had never set foot in a hair salon brothel, but he was dying to know what pussy felt like. He'd grilled the guys in class who'd been there. They said fucking wasn't some big mystery—just line up the meat hole and thrust; your dick figures out the rest.
He'd pressed them on what it actually felt like, but they hemmed and hawed, saying it beat jerking off by miles and he should just hit up a salon to find out.
Tempted, Huang Guoxin had wandered to a few salon doors, hesitating... only to bolt when a girl inside beckoned him. No more loitering after that.
Amused by his buddy's bravado, Ma Jun chuckled inwardly and started scheming. Excluding Liu Yan, he'd already bagged three women, while Huang Guoxin was still a virgin, stuck whacking off. As bros, Ma Jun felt obligated to help him lose that embarrassing label. But out of the three, Cao Meng was Huang Guoxin's mom—off-limits. Zhang Li had loosened up a ton, but only for him; she was still a strict hardass with other students. Convincing her to fuck Huang Guoxin? Tough sell. That left Li Wen as the perfect candidate.
Glancing up at the PE teacher—who was busy coaching some girls on passing—Ma Jun tugged Huang Guoxin under a nearby basketball hoop. He whispered, "I've got a way to make Li Wen spread her legs for you nice and willing. Wanna give it a shot?"
Huang Guoxin blinked, thinking it was a joke, but nodded with a goofy grin. "Sure, lay it on me. What's your big plan?"
PE was boring anyway; he was curious what Ma Jun was up to.
Ma Jun held out his hand. "Lend me your phone."
Suddenly, Li Wen's phone buzzed with a text notification. Assuming it was spam, she glanced at it casually—then her face drained of color. Nervously scanning the students below, she steadied herself and announced, "Class, read that passage I just explained aloud five times. Focus on grasping the theme."
She hurried out of the classroom, phone in hand, staring at the chilling message.
The message was blunt and out of nowhere. Anyone else might shrug it off, but Li Wen panicked. Unknown number, unknown sender—what did they want? She frowned, thought it over, then fired back:
If they weren't blasting it everywhere, they wanted a deal. Li Wen calmed down, figuring she'd play along, fish out their identity, and handle it. Worst case? One fuck.
Back on the field, Ma Jun checked the reply and grinned at Huang Guoxin. "Boom—Li Wen's hooked."
He showed him the exchange.
Huang Guoxin stared, flustered. She'd replied—no threats of cops. She was spooked. He exhaled, then frowned. "What's this 'little garden' crap?"
"Don't worry about it. Point is, she's scared shitless now."
Ma Jun handed back the phone with a smirk and melted into the crowd.
Huang Guoxin stuffed the phone in his pocket like it was hot coal and chased after him. "So what now? Reply or what?"
"Nah, let her stew. That's the fun part."
Ma Jun's goal was to torment Li Wen—keep her paranoid and on edge until she cracked. Then he'd swoop in.
"What if she calls? Pick up or not?"
Huang Guoxin looked miserable. He fantasized about Li Wen's slutty cunt plenty, but actually scheming against a teacher? Scary. What if shit hit the fan?
"She doesn't know it's you. What's to fear?"
Ma Jun rolled his eyes—maybe he'd overestimated his buddy's balls. He coaxed patiently, "Even if you call and tell her you wanna fuck her slut-pussy, what can she do? Go ahead, dial her now."
"Pass."
Huang Guoxin wavered but shook his head. Teasing a teacher over the phone sounded hot, but he lacked the guts. That's the difference between me and Ma Jun, he thought. I think it, say it—but won't do it. He thinks it, says it, does it. Where's he get that confidence?}
Seeing Huang Guoxin's cowardice, Ma Jun regretted roping him in a bit. But this wasn't some thrill-seeking whim. Last Friday night was burned in his mind—if he hadn't passed Liu Yan's door and caught Feng Kun, that bastard would've fucked her for sure. Unacceptable.
He'd beaten Feng Kun good, but it wasn't enough. The more he thought, the fishier it got. Next morning, after Liu Yan's mind-blowing handjob, he'd grilled her. Turns out Li Wen got her wasted, and Feng Kun—absent from dinner—showed up right after she got home. Li Wen was pulling strings.
Furious at Li Wen's snake-like scheming against Liu Yan, Ma Jun wanted payback. But Liu Yan stopped him—Feng Kun was punished, didn't score, and she wasn't sure Li Wen meant it. No need to drag Ma Jun in.
He'd shelved revenge, but the itch lingered. He wanted to make Li Wen pay so she'd never mess with Liu Yan again. As a student, options were slim—so he'd loop in Huang Guoxin to humiliate her and give the guy his first pussy.