Liu Yan's Jealousy
Ma Jun spotted Tang Feng emerging from the classroom as well. He had a vivid memory of this guy who'd always bested him. Tang Feng's Chinese scores were top-notch, especially his essays—flowing prose, lush with vivid imagery, yet packed with substance. Even Ma Jun had to admire that. When Tang Feng glanced toward the office across the hall before leaving, Ma Jun's mind raced. As the Chinese class rep, and with Class 55's teacher being Li Wen, could this punk have eyes for her?
But on second thought, it made sense. A hormone-raging handsome teen and a sultry, glamorous young wife in constant contact? Sparks were bound to fly. Ma Jun figured if Li Wen were his Chinese teacher, he'd have had her in bed ages ago.
Still, Ma Jun doubted Tang Feng had actually hooked up with Li Wen. It was probably like his own early crush on Liu Yan—just furtive peeks and late-night jerk-off sessions fantasizing about her, too chicken to make a real move. If not for that twist of fate landing him in bed with Zhang Li, he'd never have mustered the guts to chase Liu Yan.
Yet his progress with Liu Yan remained agonizingly slow. He'd bedded three women already—Zhang Li, Cao Meng, and Li Wen—all in short order. But with Liu Yan? Stalemate. Sure, that weekend she'd given him his first handjob—a major breakthrough—but Ma Jun still felt she hadn't truly accepted him. Getting her body seemed a distant dream.
He felt a pang of disappointment, but he understood her inner conflict. Liu Yan was a married woman; betraying her vows for another man's arms wasn't easy. The other three were different cases. Zhang Li, married over a decade, had long lost passion with her husband and, through constant contact, saw Ma Jun favorably—leading to her half-hearted seduction. Cao Meng was similar, but more emotionally starved, her housewife life a void. Li Wen was pure impulse; Ma Jun had fucked her on raw lust, and she'd tacitly accepted it thanks to his massive cock. But because of Liu Yan, they were now enemies.
Ma Jun sighed inwardly. He held no real grudge against Li Wen; hell, he'd been the one taking advantage. But she was scheming and ruthless. Without teaching her a lesson, who knew how she'd torment Liu Yan next? He couldn't let that repeat.
Huang Guoxin sidled up with a grin. "You nailed it, bro. Li Wen taught without panties. They snapped pics on their phones—fifty bucks a pop. Super hot, and legit. Too blurry, though."
Ma Jun chuckled, pulling Huang aside to show the high-def selfie Li Wen had sent him. "Clearer than that?"
"Holy shit, boss! I'm in awe."
Huang's eyes bulged, nostrils flaring with excitement. "Where'd you get this? Looks like you snapped it right up her pussy. You're a beast!"
"Don't ask. Keep it for your private stash. And don't let those idiots know, or they might blab and blow our cover."
Seeing Huang's dazed lust, Ma Jun had to warn him before he got too cocky.
"Got it."
Huang grumbled reluctantly. He'd planned to flaunt it, but now that was off the table.
Ma Jun clapped his shoulder with a laugh. "One pic's nothing. Soon she'll be bending over for you to fuck. If you dare."
"For real?"
Huang's eyes lit up; he worshipped Ma Jun now. Puffing his chest, he boasted, "What've I got to fear? Just pussy. I'll pound her till she screams. Heh, when do we nail Li Wen?"
"Patience, buddy. Your turn's coming."
Ma Jun smirked. Day one; he'd let her stew in fear for a week, keep her off Liu Yan's back.
Arm in arm, they headed for the gate. Huang vented his woes: Li Ting had gone lukewarm again. He suspected rival suitors but saw none. Could Ma Jun probe her?
"Not my place."
Ma Jun paused. Huang was dense—didn't he know Ma Jun was dodging Li Ting? Then it hit him. "Hey, ask Fang Lei. She was at KTV last time, tight with Li Ting. Better fit."
Fang Lei, their class English rep, was bubbly and outgoing. Ma Jun had noticed her crush on Huang and figured they'd suit better.
"Duh, how'd I forget her?"
Huang grinned. "She'll help—she took my full Sailor Moon set. Worst case, I toss in Doraemon."
Chatting and laughing, they reached the gate. A voice called Ma Jun's name. He turned—Li Wen, waving from afar. What the hell?
"Ma Jun, she onto our secret?"
Huang paled, panicking. "Told you it was risky!"
"Shut up and scram. I'll check."
Ma Jun shot him a glare, heart pounding but steeling himself. Whatever she knew, he'd deny it.
"Teacher Li, something up?"
He flashed an innocent smile, eyes roving her body—those plump white thighs. Still bare-assed under there?
"How's the thing I asked?"
Li Wen shivered under his brazen stare. This kid was bolder than most, ogling her openly. Recalling his monster cock plunging her depths, her body softened, voice turning husky.
"Got leads, but need more time to confirm."
She was pressing the phone probe. Ma Jun averted his eyes. He knew who had it but wouldn't spill easily—let her paranoia fester, distract her.
"Don't slack. Teacher keeps promises."
Seeing his distraction, she assumed foot-dragging. With a seductive smile, "Tonight, little garden? You left me hanging last time."
Her soul-snaring eyes locked on, glossy lips parting, tongue teasing the lower one—Ma Jun flashed to her toilet blowjob. Heat surged; his dick stirred. Dazed, he nearly agreed—till a shout snapped him back. "Ma Jun, what're you doing?"
Liu Yan, glaring furiously. He stammered, "Teacher Liu, what're you doing here?"
"Over here. Now."
She shot a glance at the posing Li Wen. "I need your help."
Seeing Liu Yan miffed, Ma Jun started over—but Li Wen grabbed his arm, cooing, "Liu, that's unfair. He's not your student. Why commandeer him? I'm talking to him—wait your turn."
Liu Yan's face darkened as Li Wen ground her tits against Ma Jun's arm. Shameless—this slut disregarded her teacher dignity, pawing a student. Hmph. "He's my cousin. Family business—report needed? Come, Ma Jun."
Ma Jun's head spun. Their feud had simmered; now exploding over him? Odd—Liu Yan had urged restraint against Li Wen, yet here she was losing it.
Liu Yan had planned straight home but spotted their intimate chat. Uncomfortable twinge. They weren't as close as her and Zhang Li yet, but close. This vixen shamelessly seducing a freshman? Even male teachers crumbled to Li Wen; Liu Yan feared Ma Jun falling prey and intervened.
Li Wen savored Liu Yan's rage. Always overshadowed—men fixated on Liu Yan, even Feng Kun obsessed. Payback time. Clinging tighter, she purred, "Liu, such temper? Cousin or not, he's not your husband. Can't chat with other teachers? Overreach much? Ma Jun, you helping willingly, right?"
Li Wen's teasing pose made Ma Jun's head throb. Sly bitch—driving a wedge. No way. He shook free, hurried to Liu Yan, grinning at Li Wen. "Teacher Li, later. Gotta go with cuz."
"You little shit. You'll pay."
Li Wen glared, stormed off in her heels.
Once her silhouette vanished at the gate, Ma Jun exhaled, turning sheepishly to Liu Yan. "Teacher Liu, what'd you need?"
She huffed, striding out wordlessly—still pissed. Ma Jun chased, trailing at a distance behind her swaying ass, plotting how to soothe her.
She ignored his topics, face stern, marching on. Her pale blue dress bared long snowy legs; the skirt hugged a firm round ass. Sexy sandals cradled dainty feet, drawing stares from passersby.
Ma Jun eyed the jiggling cheeks, comparing to Li Wen's butterfly beautiful butt. Liu Yan's was plump and meaty, moon-like, juicy to squeeze. Li Wen's perky and curved, eye-magnet. That night, her bare ass had lured him to plunder her slutty hole.
But Liu Yan, unleashing her allure, would outdo Li Wen. Li Wen oozed innate sluttiness; Liu Yan was a natural temptress, mature wife vibes intoxicating without effort.
Fantasy, though. Her pride kept her passive. Lonely bed, unsatisfied lusts endured alone. That handjob? Gratitude for his protection. She'd warned: once only, no more.
But how not obsess? Nights replayed her soft hand stroking his cock. Dreams escalated—her red lips sucking, massive tits titfucking him. He'd wake to wet sheets, glad Mom Song Ping hadn't noticed.
Gazing at her tall, seductive form, Ma Jun mixed longing and frustration. He wished her as slutty as Li Wen for easy conquest—but her restraint fueled his obsession. He craved her exclusively, not shared. Patience was key.
Liu Yan reached her alley, key out. Spotting Ma Jun, icily: "Why follow? I'm home. Go. It's getting dark."
"Teacher Liu, didn't you need help?"
"Can't impose—you're not my student. I'll ask others."
Recalling Li Wen's jab, she snapped sourly, "Ma Jun, did I interrupt? Li Teacher's so enthused. Go to her."