Feng Kun Makes His Appearance
Ma Jun got home and saw his mother tidying up in the kitchen. He couldn't help walking over and asking, "Mom, are you really gonna open a clothing store with Aunt Gao?"
He'd overheard their conversation earlier. Though Song Ping and Gao Hongmei hadn't spoken too loudly, the house was small, and Ma Jun had caught the gist. He hadn't expected Gao Hongmei to suggest partnering up with his mom on a store.
"You heard our chat?"
Song Ping frowned. Their talk hadn't just been about the store—some of it touched on intimate matters between men and women, stuff she didn't want Ma Jun hearing. She'd even lowered her voice on purpose.
"Nah, I just caught Aunt Gao mentioning the clothing store. Didn't make out the rest."
Seeing his mother's sour expression, Ma Jun quickly explained.
"Yeah, your Aunt Gao says teaching doesn't pay enough these days, and with all the household expenses, she wants to start her own business."
Song Ping relaxed a bit and repeated Gao Hongmei's pitch to Ma Jun before asking, "What do you think about me teaming up with her on a clothing store?"
"Sounds great to me."
Ma Jun nodded without hesitation. "Aunt Gao's a good person—straightforward, not petty at all. You two would get along like a house on fire."
Ma Jun didn't know much about business, but he figured it was like making friends at school: it came down to the people. Some folks you could tell right away weren't your type—you couldn't piss in the same pot, like class president Su Jianxin. Others clicked instantly, like him and Huang Guoxin, kindred spirits who became best bros.
"I think your Aunt Gao's solid too—no issues there."
Song Ping nodded at her son's response. Partnering had upsides and downsides; the worst was mismatched roles or clashing opinions. She was meticulous, preferring to iron out potential problems upfront rather than fight later.
From their evening chat, Song Ping saw Gao Hongmei knew her strengths and limits—a prime partner. Otherwise, she'd rather go it alone and work harder.
"Mom, once you and Aunt Gao get the business rolling, I can swing by and help out in my free time."
Ma Jun grinned. Deep down, he was thrilled about Gao Hongmei joining in—it'd ease his mom's load, and give him more chances to get close to those long, toned legs of hers.
"Don't you dare add to the chaos."
Song Ping's face darkened as she scolded him. "Your only job right now is studying. Stay out of everything else—the house doesn't need your help. If you bomb the finals, I'll tan your hide. Got it?"
"Relax, Mom. I'll make you proud this time around."
Ma Jun thumped his chest confidently. He was holding steady in the top ten now; next up was charging toward the top three. First place? That was Li Ting's domain, the freakish study machine—no way he could topple her yet. Second best it was.
"Good. It's late—go wash up and hit the sack."
Song Ping knew her son never bluffed; if he said it, he'd do it. Thinking of his strong performance these past years, she softened. "Get to bed earlier from now on—no late nights. Exercise, too. Don't spend every weekend buried in books at school. Play some basketball when you can. You're only a freshman; two years till the gaokao. Don't burn yourself out."
"Got it, Mom. You too—early night."
As his mother started nagging again, Ma Jun bolted from the kitchen, brushed his teeth and washed up in the bathroom, then stripped down in his room and climbed into bed. It was hot, so he just draped a thin towel quilt over his waist, sleeping nearly naked except for his boxers.
He closed his eyes but sleep wouldn't come. One moment Li Wen's sultry allure filled his mind, the next Liu Yan's massive, round Big breasts, then Gao Hongmei's sleek, powerful thighs. The three women cycled through his thoughts like a carousel, and the thing in his boxers stirred restlessly.
Of them, only Li Wen had taken the full plunge with him. Liu Yan still limited him to groping those tits—getting into her pussy? Who knew when. Maybe not till after high school graduation. Gao Hongmei? Forget it. Killer body, sure, but her temper was hotter, and she was tight with his mom. Hitting on her was suicide. Better drop that fantasy.
Weighing it all, Ma Jun decided Li Wen was his ideal fuck buddy. Looks and body? She outshone Zhang Li, and only trailed Liu Yan by a hair. No baggage either, unlike Cao Meng—Huang Guoxin's mom. That always felt off, even after his dad apologized at the KTV. Ma Jun preferred venting with Zhang Li, but she clung to her homeroom teacher role, always dangling conditions during sex. It was getting old. If he landed Li Wen, he'd have another school option—no more bedroom blackmail from Zhang Li.
Still, it was a pipe dream. First, Li Wen ran with Feng Kun, scheming and ruthless—hard to conquer, let alone for a teenage kid. Second, Liu Yan despised her now, warning him to steer clear. Hooking up hot and heavy with Li Wen would piss Liu Yan off, maybe push her away. Sesame for a watermelon? Nah—Liu Yan mattered way more.
If only I could get Liu Yan and Li Wen to make peace. Ma Jun sighed, then a wild thought hit: both sexy teachers as his women—one slutty vixen, one icy temptress. He'd be San Zhong's luckiest guy. Toss in busty Zhang Li, and it'd be a harem dream: three wives, one bed, naked curves everywhere, tits heaving, legs spread. Pure bliss.
At that steamy vision, Ma Jun wiped drool from his mouth as his cock twitched. Impossible for most—a student bedding one teacher was a miracle, three? Insane. But for him? Two down already, one groped. With effort, that grand goal might just happen.
He yanked off his boxers, gripped his throbbing dick, and started stroking while plotting. Zhang Li was locked in bodily—his foundation, no worries there. Liu Yan was toughest; bide time. Li Wen? Easiest mark. Bag her first, then outsmart Liu Yan.
Easy in theory, brutal in practice. Ambitious climber like Li Wen? Even Feng Kun couldn't sate her. What chips did a regular student have? Ma Jun didn't kid himself—his huge cock wouldn't fully tame that slut.
For a woman like her, you needed Huang Guoxin's dad's cash or Li Ting's father Li Jianjun's pull. Ma Jun had neither power nor money. Conquering her? Tall order.
"Li Wen, you slut—I'll have you begging on your knees someday."
Imagining her seductive body, Ma Jun pumped faster, focusing on the head. Climax hit quick—hot spurts of cum erupted from the tip.
Spent, he wiped up with tissue and crashed hard. Soon Song Ping peeked in, saw him asleep, and turned to leave—but caught a weird smell. Fearing wiring, she crept closer. Source: a balled-up tissue in the bedside trash.
"Kid's growing up."
Her cheeks warmed. She knew what it was. Jerking off at fifteen? Normal. Song Ping wasn't some prude treating sex like poison. But obsession could derail studies, and excess harmed health, memory too.
She didn't know how to broach it without bruising his pride. Back in her room, she lay pondering how to hint at the risks subtly.
Single moms had it rough—no dad's tough love followed by laughs. She doted on him daily but couldn't pierce his world. As he grew, topics turned taboo. She feared the gap skewing his path—at least on this, she couldn't just let it slide.
Next morning, Ma Jun woke to an empty trash bin—embarrassing, but not his first bust. Back in junior high, after peeking yellow tapes with Huang Guoxin, he'd had a wet dream. Thought he'd pissed the bed, washed his boxers in secret, hung them up. Mom praised his "maturity."
After, he mastered jerking off—flushing tissues at first, but slips happened. Mom cleaned silently; they tacitly ignored it.
Still, it wasn't brag-worthy. Occasional release felt healthy, but best kept from Mom. He washed up, found breakfast steaming: millet porridge, pickled cukes, steamed buns, two boiled eggs.
Mom had just porridge and a bun. He offered an egg: "Mom, you're eating too little. Take this. Two's too many for me."
Song Ping pushed it back with a smile. "No appetite mornings—just porridge. You're growing; classes are grueling. Eat both for nutrition."
Her insistence won; he scarfed them. Odd—usually one egg. Hinting something? Time short, he bolted for school.
Near the gate, a sexy tall silhouette: Liu Yan. He jogged up, grinning. "Cuz, early bird today."
Liu Yan glanced, rolled her eyes coldly. "Ma Jun, at school it's Teacher Liu. No manners."
She strode ahead, ignoring him.
"Cuz, we're not at school yet."
Undeterred, Ma Jun stuck close. He'd figured her out: too yielding put him in her rhythm; too pushy bred resentment, distance.
Liu Yan slowed, frowning. "Why tail me? I'm not your homeroom teacher. People see, they'll talk. Stay out of our office unless necessary."
Drawing lines, huh? Ma Jun paused, eyed her cool face—hard to read. He nodded. "Got it, Teacher Liu."
His downcast look drew a hidden smile from Liu Yan. Pity stirred, but she masked it—bluffing. Yesterday's anger at him and Li Wen faded; she'd overreacted. A kid against Li Wen's wiles? No chance. She'd fall for it too, as a man.
But tough love was needed. Post-Ma Jun, she'd mulled: sweeten him up? Not enough against Li Wen's no-limits game. Bed her? No—against principles. Even unprepared, she wouldn't stoop to flesh-bait. Winning that way? She'd despise herself.
While she pondered, Ma Jun ogled: black slip dress hugging pale skin, those 36F Big breasts straining, swaying softly. Memories of groping them flooded back. Daily tit-play? Heaven. But her chill vibe? No asking.
At the gate, a blaring horn startled Liu Yan—she stumbled sideways. Ma Jun caught her plush body quick. A car braked beside them; window down, half a head popped out—Feng Kun, absent days. Eyes flashing jealousy at their closeness, he sneered at Liu Yan. "Teacher Liu, long time no see."