Li Wen's Booty Call
When Liu Yan suddenly spotted Feng Kun, terror flashed across her face first. Her body jerked sharply, and she clutched Ma Jun's arm beside her. Only then did disgust twist her features. That drunken night when Feng Kun had violated her at home had become a nightmare she couldn't shake, one that jolted her awake in the middle of the night. She'd thought the scandal with his nude photos would keep him away from school for a while, but here he was, bold as brass.
Seeing Liu Yan go silent, Feng Kun shifted his gaze to Ma Jun beside her and chuckled. "Ma Jun, coming to school with your cousin first thing in the morning? What a coincidence. Folks who don't know better might think you two slept together last night."
Feng Kun's voice boomed loud enough for the teachers heading to class nearby to shoot them curious glances. Ma Jun knew the bastard was deliberately slinging mud at him and Liu Yan. Seeing her face drain of color, tears welling up, he fired back without hesitation. "Teacher Feng, Teacher Liu's my cousin. Even if she stays at our place, it's no big deal. Our family's business is none of your concern. But you, at your age with no girlfriend? Heard some pervert was streaking naked down the street the other night. Hope you're not that guy, Teacher Feng."
"What the hell are you babbling about?"
Feng Kun's face flushed then paled at Ma Jun's words, that humiliating, wretched night flashing back. He'd been this close to claiming Liu Yan when someone ambushed him from the shadows, knocking him out cold.
When he came to, he was buck naked at a busy intersection, surrounded by early-rising old folks gossiping and pointing. Shocked and furious, he tried to bolt, but his arms were tied to a utility pole. Luckily, some kind old man took pity and cut him loose.
Feng Kun had sprinted home bare-assed, dodging endless stares at his flopping dick and naked body. Good thing after transferring back to San Zhong from a rural school, he hadn't moved in with his parents but rented from relatives—no family drama.
Still, sleeping on the street all night gave him a nasty cold and a week in bed. Then his dick pics hit the internet, and everyone at school knew. He called in sick, holing up at home, racking his brain over who ruined his night. Liu Yan's husband was away, so he'd figured the house was empty and barged in. But someone with a grudge had gotten him good.
He'd planned to lay low till the storm blew over, but yesterday he heard Principal Li Jianjun announced in a meeting he was out as head of the Chinese department—for now. Panic set in. He'd begged his uncle for ages to pull strings with Li Jianjun, and everyone in the department knew it was his gig. He'd been dreaming of lording it over them.
No way could he show his face now. Feng Kun rushed to school to demand justice from Li Jianjun. But at the gate, he spotted Liu Yan and Ma Jun chatting amiably. Suspecting Ma Jun might be the culprit, he honked, pulled over, and taunted them. Ma Jun bit back hard. With teachers smirking—probably at his nudes—Feng Kun glared daggers at Ma Jun, ducked back in his car, and peeled into the lot.
"Teacher Liu, you okay?"
Ma Jun saw Liu Yan still looked off and asked worriedly. "Did you twist your ankle? Want to hit the infirmary?"
"No need. I'm fine."
Liu Yan shook her head, straightening up with unease in her eyes. Ever since that night, she didn't know how to face Feng Kun. She couldn't stand the sight of the filthy creep for even a second. His absence these days had been a relief; after the photo scandal, she'd hoped he'd vanish from San Zhong for good. But here he was, strutting like nothing happened. Was everything sliding back to square one? Dread shadowed her heart. Seeing Ma Jun's concern, she didn't want to worry him. Forcing a smile, she said, "Go on to class. I can walk fine."
Ma Jun saw her resolve and released her arm. He glanced back worriedly as he headed to class, step by reluctant step. Feng Kun's return unnerved him too. He'd thought that night's beating would keep the cockroach down, but here he was, crawling back to gross everyone out. Ma Jun regretted not hitting harder—ideally putting him in the hospital for months.
If not for Liu Yan's reputation, the best move would've been calling the cops. The evidence could've nailed him for attempted burglary and rape—years inside easy. But Ma Jun knew it was wishful. Liu Yan might not want the publicity; even if Feng Kun went down, her name would be trashed, explaining why she'd endured his harassment. Plus, Gu County was small-town; connections ran deep. With Feng Kun's uncle, the cops might slap him with "disturbing the peace" and call it a day.
Now Feng Kun was back, clearly still hot for Liu Yan. Ma Jun needed a brutal lesson to scare him off for good. But beating him again? That could land him in jail.
Deep in thought, Ma Jun trudged toward class when a wave of perfume hit him. A sizzling figure blocked his path. It was Li Wen, grinning slyly. He blinked. "Teacher Li? What're you doing here?"
Li Wen looked slutty hot today: a white tank top hugging her deep cleavage, a short denim skirt barely covering her plump butterfly butt, legs gleaming white and thick. She radiated needy housewife vibes. Ma Jun's morning wood stirred instantly, pants tightening.
Li Wen eyed his crotch with a smug grin. "Waiting for you, obviously. Ma Jun, you're tight with your cousin. She seems awfully into you. Husband away... lonely nights, you know."
"Teacher Li, don't talk nonsense."
Ma Jun startled—her eyes were sharp; had she sniffed something? "We're just cousins. Nothing like that."
"What's to fear? Cousins, not blood. Even if you fuck, no biggie. Keep it in the family, right?"
Li Wen giggled. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."
"Teacher Li, I have no idea what you're on about. Need something?"
Ma Jun wouldn't bite. She was a schemer; one slip and she'd have him. Her talk turning dirtier, he switched gears.
"Can't a girl just chat?"
Li Wen leaned in, breath hot on his ear. "My pussy's itching. Want your big cock to scratch it. Help a teacher out, Ma Jun?"
Her whisper tickled; her shameless filth made his heart race. Glancing down at those fat tits straining her top, his dick throbbed hard. This succubus was killing him.
Her sultry pose nearly broke him—this mature slut had him hooked. But Liu Yan's face flashed in his mind. She's baiting me. Agree, and she'd brag to Liu Yan, sparking hell. Ma Jun stepped back, face cold. "Teacher Li, show some respect. I'm not that guy."
"Oh? Playing saint now? Got a hot cousin and forget your teacher?"
Li Wen's eyes flashed venom, seduction gone. She sneered. "Forgot what you did? How you fucked my pussy raw in the garden? Licked it too. Tell your pure cousin that—wonder how she'd see you?"
Chill hit Ma Jun's gut. Her style—she'd spill to Liu Yan. If she learned he'd banged Li Wen behind her back, it was over. He snorted coldly. "Teacher Li, what do you want? I'm just a student. Broke, powerless. What's so special?"
"Wrong."
Li Wen laughed throatily. "You're no ordinary kid. No cash, no pull—but that cock makes teachers squirt. Better than most men. I was pissed after, but damn, it felt good. Don't ghost me, or I might vent to someone."
She'd latched on. Ma Jun caved temporarily, plotting later. "Fine, Teacher Li. My bad. What do you need?"
"Told you—pussy itch. Fuck it good."
Li Wen pouted, wiggling her perky ass. "Garden after school. Skip me again, and you're dead."
She winked, hips swaying toward the building.
Being booty-called by San Zhong's infamous slut should've thrilled Ma Jun. Instead, humiliation burned. He wouldn't be her puppet. Someday, she'd kneel and obey. For now, play along.
Heading to class, another figure blocked him: Tang Feng, class rep from Class 55. Ma Jun knew him vaguely, no beef. He sidestepped; Tang mirrored. Frowning, Ma Jun snapped, "Tang Feng, what the fuck?"
"What'd Li Teacher want?"
Tang Feng eyed him coldly, clearly having seen Li Wen chatting him up.
"None of your business."
Ma Jun snapped back. Li Wen was a teacher; losing to her was whatever. But this punk? No way.
"Listen, Ma Jun—do what you want in your class. Touch Li Teacher, and you're done. My dad's in the bureau."
Tang Feng growled, fists clenched, fury blazing. He hated Ma Jun's guts.
Ma Jun froze. Tang Feng threatening over Li Wen? His dad had pull but stayed low-key, unlike Su Jianxin. Now this? Crushing on his teacher?
Tang's flushed face confirmed it. Li Wen was a fox—hot, stacked, flirty. As rep, Tang dealt with her daily; easy to fall. Naive kid had no clue she was a total whore.
Ma Jun smirked. "Wrong guess, Tang. Wasn't harassing her. She wants me over tonight. Can't say no. Annoying, right? Tell her to back off?"
"You bastard!"
Tang exploded, fists balled. "She's married! No way she'd stoop that low. You're slandering her—apologize now!"
"Why? Who the hell are you? Oh, Li Teacher's here."
Ma Jun saw Tang was hopeless—whole grade knew Li Wen was easy, yet here he was, white-knighting. No time for nerd drama. He pointed behind; Tang turned, and Ma Jun bolted to class.
All morning, Ma Jun was distracted. Liu Yan, Feng Kun, Li Wen, even Tang Feng swirled in his head. Fourth period Chinese with Zhang Li; she caught him zoning and grilled him with questions. He snapped to, focusing.
"Ma Jun, office. Now."
Bell rang; Zhang Li packed her notes, said flatly, and headed out. Ma Jun's heart sank—she was pissed. What punishment awaited? He trailed her to the office building.