Chapter 2: The Nude Photo Scandal
In the Chinese language teachers' office on the second floor of the office building, Liu Yan was flipping through a student's essay absentmindedly, her mind replaying the chain of events from Friday night.
She never imagined that Principal Li Jianjun, who always seemed so domineering in her eyes, could have such a vulnerable side. Normally, he came across as lofty and untouchable, wielding immense power over ordinary teachers like them. But even a principal was just a small fry in the eyes of the Education Bureau director or the county magistrate.
What shocked her even more was that Feng Kun had brazenly dropped his hypocritical mask, breaking into her home with the intent to rape her. If Ma Jun hadn't shown up in time, her innocence would have been defiled by that demon.
And afterward, Liu Yan had pieced together that Feng Kun's actions were deeply intertwined with Li Wen. Thinking back to how Li Wen had been unusually friendly toward her these past few days—and how she'd pushed her to drink that night with all sorts of excuses—it was clear they'd conspired from the start to ruin her purity. That woman was truly vicious.
When she arrived at school that morning and saw Li Wen's guilty expression, Liu Yan itched to confront her right there, exposing her shameless deeds to everyone. But with no evidence whatsoever, and not wanting to blow the whole thing up, she forced herself to rein in her impulses.
Of course, what truly unsettled Liu Yan was the qualitative shift in her relationship with Ma Jun. That Saturday morning, seeing his erect cock while he slept, she'd actually taken the initiative to jerk him off. Though she'd shooed him away immediately after, she knew deep down that things between them could never return to their former innocence.
Looking back now, Liu Yan felt she'd been too swayed by her emotions. Once the floodgates of desire opened, it was hard to shut them again. Maybe at the time she'd just wanted to express her gratitude that way, but to Ma Jun, it might have seemed like tacit permission for intimacy—sparking even more ideas and demands. Could she still righteously refuse him like before?
Liu Yan felt like she'd unwittingly opened Pandora's box, left to nervously hope Ma Jun would behave himself and focus on his studies. But she knew the odds of that were slim.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang leaned over from the side, thrusting his phone at her with an excited grin. "Teacher Liu, check this out."
Liu Yan glanced down curiously, only to see a photo on his screen: a naked man sprawled on the grass at some crossroad, looking utterly pathetic. She could even make out the ugly thing between his legs. Her cheeks flushed; she turned away in annoyance. "Teacher Zhang, what the hell is this?"
Zhang Yang blinked, realizing she'd misunderstood, and quickly explained, "Teacher Liu, don't you think he looks kinda familiar?"
Liu Yan took another look at the photo. Sure enough, the guy rang a bell, but she couldn't place him right away. Most of the men she knew were male teachers at school—who'd strip buck naked and let themselves be photographed on the lawn?
"That's Feng Kun."
Zhang Yang chuckled. "Teacher Liu, you haven't heard? Yesterday, someone posted this in the school teachers' work group. It got deleted fast, but plenty of people saved it. Word is, Feng Kun was messing around with a married woman, her husband caught him, beat the shit out of him, and dumped him on the street. Who knew he was such a sleaze? What a disgrace to us San Zhong teachers."
Liu Yan's heart jolted. She knew full well Ma Jun had been the one to chase Feng Kun off afterward—but she hadn't expected him to humiliate the guy this badly. Maybe Ma Jun had snapped the photo himself. He must hate Feng Kun's guts. And it all stemmed from her.
For a moment, Liu Yan wasn't sure if she was lucky or cursed. If her husband Xu Zhipeng hadn't left, no one would have dared eye her, and none of this mess would have happened. Ma Jun's arrival was unforeseen; without him, she'd have fallen under Principal Li Jianjun's lecherous thumb by now. Somehow, this tall boy had become the sole warm spot in her bleak life.
If only he didn't make excessive demands on her. Recalling that blush-inducing morning—Ma Jun's thick, long cock throbbing in her hand, spurting thick ropes of hot cum—Liu Yan zoned out. No wonder Zhang Li had ended up in bed with him. That dick was bigger than any grown man's. If it slammed into her pussy, would she cry out in ecstasy?
Liu Yan shook her head instinctively, forcing the thought away. Helping Ma Jun jerk off was already a fall from grace as a teacher. What the principal faced were tangible pressures, but he bore intangible ones too. Li Jianjun's decision was probably out of necessity.
Suddenly, the click of high heels echoed from the doorway. Li Wen's voluptuous figure appeared, her seductive face tinged with unease. All eyes turned to her—clearly, everyone assumed she was why Feng Kun got beaten.
Even with her iron nerves, Li Wen couldn't withstand the stares. She hurried to her seat, shooting Liu Yan a wary glance. She knew Feng Kun had gone to Liu Yan's that night—but Liu Yan had been dead drunk. How could she have left him in such a sorry state? Was someone pulling strings behind her?
The thought cast a shadow over Li Wen's mind. Linking it to the anonymous text she'd gotten that morning, she sensed someone plotting against her. If Feng Kun's scandal blew up, their affair might leak. If her husband found out, she'd be screwed.
Luckily, the school had swiftly clamped down on the news, letting her breathe. No matter how little she thought of her husband, she didn't want the stain of betraying her family. Her thing with Feng Kun started coerced, evolved into a transaction—no emotions involved. She wouldn't let a creep like him drag her down.
Plus, Li Wen had soured on Feng Kun's "benefits" lately. She'd lined up new connections; their recent hookups were few and half-hearted. With this fiasco—even if the school hushed it—his research office director gig was toast. Decisive as ever, Li Wen resolved to distance herself from him.
After this blow, Feng Kun probably wouldn't show his face at school anytime soon. Her priority was unmasking the texter—otherwise, she felt watched, her skin crawling.
With that, Li Wen pulled out her phone and texted the unknown number:
She stared at the screen, awaiting a reply.
A few minutes later, it buzzed back:
"What game?"
Li Wen's heart skipped—unsure what the creep wanted. She'd braced for outrageous demands, not games.
The reply came:
What?! Li Wen froze. This was outrageous. She never wore safety shorts under skirts—just thin panties. Going commando? No one would know, but the sensation would be mortifying.
Yet she had no choice but to obey. After hesitating, she slipped into the women's restroom. Seeing it empty, she hiked up her skirt, peeled the black lace panties off her plump, round ass, then smoothed her skirt down. After checking for any tells, she took a deep breath and stepped out.
A breeze wafted by, fluttering her hem. Cool air slipped between her thighs, tickling her ass and puffy labia. She clamped her snowy, thick legs together, gripping the fabric tight—terrified a gust might expose her secret.
Amid the tension, a thrill stirred. Her skirt rubbed directly against her bare ass, like constant caresses on her sexy cheeks. Her pussy began to moisten.
No time to space out here. Li Wen hurried to the corridor's end, peering down at the flower bed below—full of rose bushes. That must be it. Seeing no one passing, she flung her balled-up panties down. They snagged on a rose, swaying.
She lingered, hoping to spot the retriever and ID them. But no one came. They must be watching covertly, she figured, unwilling to be seen. Disappointed, she returned to the office.
Moments later, two figures darted to the flower bed, snatched the panties from the rose, and vanished—whole thing under ten seconds. They bolted to the men's room before stopping to gasp for air.
These two were none other than Ma Jun and Huang Guoxin. And the texts Li Wen had received earlier?