Li Wen's Request
During the morning break the next day, Ma Jun and Huang Guoxin snuck off to the bathroom again for a smoke. Huang Guoxin grinned and said, "Ma Jun, you have no idea how slutty Li Wen is. Last night I asked her for more pics, and she actually sent some—fresh ones too. That little pussy looked all slick and wet. Who knows if she'd just fucked her husband? Got my cock rock hard. I wanna pound her so bad."
"Easy fix then. Keep chatting her up, and when the time's right, ask her to meet. She might just let you fuck her."
Ma Jun egged Huang Guoxin on. Because of Cao Meng, he always felt like he owed his buddy one. Helping him bag Li Wen would make them even.
"No way I got the balls for that. If Li Wen finds out it's me messing with her, I'm screwed."
Huang Guoxin shook his head like a rattle. Like most guys, he talked a big game but deep down still feared teachers. All he dared do was jerk off to the fantasy.
"Look at you. Even if Li Wen stripped naked on the bed, you'd probably chicken out."
Ma Jun chuckled, baiting him.
Huang Guoxin took the hook, snorting. "The hell I would! If she really let me, I'd fuck her raw and show her what I'm made of."
"Sure, if you don't bail at the last second."
Ma Jun tossed his cigarette, whipped out his massive cock for a piss, and headed out. Looks like I'll have to set up his first time myself, he thought. Li Wen might not go for it easy, though. Worst case, next time I meet her, I can have Huang Guoxin impersonate me. It's dark; she might not notice. Just hope he doesn't blow it.
They stepped out and spotted Li Wen standing nearby, smirking at them. She looked smoking hot as always in a black strap dress that made her pale skin glow even whiter and fuller. Her huge tits teased through the fabric, and those long, thick legs stood straight and tempting.
Her fiery outfit hit Ma Jun and Huang Guoxin hard—their cocks stiffened in unison. They could only cup their crotches, looking pathetic.
Li Wen glanced at their bulges but didn't snap. Instead, she giggled. "You two are something else. Skipping exercises to hide in the john? Smoking in there, huh? School rules say no cigs. If your homeroom teacher Zhang Li finds out, you're toast."
Both boys paled. They knew Zhang Li—unforgiving when she had the goods on you. Caught smoking? Inspection, maybe even parents called. Neither wanted that heat. Li Wen had them by the balls now.
"Relax, you look like kicked puppies. I'm not your homeroom teacher; I don't care."
Li Wen sauntered up, eyed Ma Jun, then turned to Huang Guoxin. "Always see you with Ma Jun. What's your name?"
"Teacher Li, I'm Huang Guoxin."
Huang Guoxin stammered, thrilled. Up close, her sexy body hit harder—that mature milf vibe had him flustered.
"Guoxin, got a phone? Let teacher see."
Li Wen flashed a sweet smile, catching him off guard.
"Uh, yeah..."
Huang Guoxin nodded and reached for it instinctively—until Ma Jun stomped his foot. He snapped to. Close call—she almost got my secret. "I had one, but lost it."
"Oh, really?"
Li Wen's eyes narrowed—she didn't buy it—but dropped it. "Fine, head back. I need to talk to Ma Jun."
"Yes, Teacher Li!"
Huang Guoxin bolted like he'd been pardoned. Li Wen turned to Ma Jun. "Ma Jun, you two hiding something from me? Wasn't that texter Huang Guoxin?"
Ma Jun had no clue how she'd zeroed in, but played dumb. "Teacher Li, no way. Lots of kids have phones here. Who knows who it was?"
She stared him down. "Fine, keep your secrets. Teacher doesn't mind. Help me with something, and I'll let your past slide—plus grant you one wish."
"For real?"
Ma Jun's eyes lit up. He'd been stressing how to get her to fuck Huang Guoxin, and here she was handing him leverage. "What do you need?"
"Steal something for me."
A venomous glint crossed her eyes as she spilled: Feng Kun was blackmailing her with nudes. She'd stewed all night and figured Ma Jun was her best shot. She knew he'd snapped pics on his phone—probably backed up on his computer. She could snag the phone, but not the PC. Ma Jun had to raid Feng Kun's place and wipe them.
Ma Jun grinned inside—Finally, that sleaze Feng Kun's getting his. "Don't worry, Teacher Li. I'll get every pic back."
"Deal then."
Relieved, Li Wen offered her slender hand. "Pinkie swear."
Ma Jun hooked fingers with her, shook, and let go. "When do we move?"
"Wait for my signal. I'll distract Feng Kun—you'll have time."
She beamed. "Bell's ringing. Back to class."
Back in the room, Huang Guoxin sidled up. "What'd Li Wen want? Phone stuff? I blanked out—good thing you stomped me awake."
"Yeah, you were this close to spilling."
Ma Jun glared. The guy lost his head around tits. He'd almost blown it anyway—Li Wen could've just called the number. Weird she didn't. "I panicked—she smiled so hot, brain went blank."
"Whatever. Lunchtime—we'll talk."
At lunch, walking out, Ma Jun filled him in. Huang Guoxin's eyes bugged at the "one wish." "Dude, she said that? You can fuck her no problem. Lucky bastard."
"You're an idiot."
Ma Jun clapped his shoulder. "It's our chance. We both go in—she can't back out. If not, it's yours."
"Ma Jun, you're the man!"
Huang Guoxin gaped, then grinned huge. "You're my big bro now. Whatever you say. How we doing this?"
"I'll tell you when. Go home."
They split at the gate. Ma Jun headed home but got blocked—Liu Yan, fuming. "Ma Jun, what'd Li Wen want this morning? I told you to stay away."
Shit, he thought. She'd probably spotted them from the office building. "Her phone's gone—thinks a student swiped it. Doesn't want a fuss, asked me to sniff around."
"That it?"
Liu Yan paused, surprised. "Why you, not her class guys?"
"Uh, maybe fears they'd cover? You know how cliques work—snitch and you're dead."
She nodded—kids had their codes. "Okay, my bad. Go home."
"Cuz, where you headed?"
No homeward vibe from her.
"Mall for a computer. Lunch break, might as well."
She smiled.
"I'll tag along. I know computers—can help pick."
Ma Jun perked up. Huang Guoxin's PC was the bomb, but awkward now. Liu Yan's? Endless visits.
She hesitated—extra eyes couldn't hurt—then agreed. They hit the mall; first floor was computers. Liu Yan had used them in school, but barely—basic typing at best. Ma Jun knew more.
Quiet midday, clerk ditched lunch to pitch. Ma Jun grilled specs, picked a solid mid-range rig—fine for web and work, under 5k. In her budget; pricier and she'd balk. Still, she mulled—video calls with hubby swayed her.
No delivery; they hauled it home, wiped out. Liu Yan sweated. "Rest up. I'm showering."
She dashed in—water rushed.
Door ajar, not locked. Ma Jun itched—her curves... But no. Things were thawing; don't fuck it.
Still, the splashes tortured him. Cock throbbed; he gripped it through pants, stroking slow.
Mid-fantasy, her voice: "Ma Jun, grab my undies? Bedroom closet, pink set. Don't mix up."
"Got it."
He yanked his hand free, hunched to hide the bulge, raided the closet. Neat rows of lingerie—hot. Sniffed black lace thong—her scent lingered. Imagined her in it: cock ached.
Li Wen suited slutty stuff better. Both in lingerie? Pick? Slutty vixen vs. icy goddess—both addictive.
No stockings, though. Never saw her in any—bare legs always. Even stiff Zhang Li wore them. Liu Yan hate 'em? Her long straight legs screamed for sheer black, like porn—straddling, rubbing... He'd blow in a minute.
"Ma Jun, found 'em?"
Impatient.
"What're you doing?"
"Coming!"
Regretfully shelved the thong, grabbed pink set, knocked. "Teacher Liu, undies."
Door cracked; wet arm snatched them, slammed shut tight. No peek—forgot to lock earlier, not inviting.
Deflated, Ma Jun slumped on the sofa. Waiting for what? He'd seen her naked, groped her—but she still mesmerized. Tits this, ass that—same everywhere. Hers? Magic. Instant hard-on, craving to plunge in and pound.
When'll I finally fuck her? Zhang Li, Cao Meng, Li Wen—quick scores. Liu Yan? Stuck. Maybe that's why she haunts me. Unattainable's hottest. Get her? Might lose the thrill.
Bathroom door creaked open. Steam wafted; Liu Yan's killer silhouette appeared—like a goddess descending. Ma Jun stared, dumbfounded.