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Ma Jun had no objections at all. Though he already had Zhang Li, maintaining a physical relationship with this seductive, slutty female teacher was a dream come true. Few women could match Li Wen in bed—her round, plump ass was downright incendiary. Any ordinary guy would lose control and blow his load after just a few grinds from those firm, greasy cheeks, let alone conquering this horny bitch. Even Feng Kun, a seasoned player, had been drained by her these past few years, suffering some kidney deficiency. Ma Jun only managed to keep up thanks to his youth.
Seeing it was getting late, they both hurried home. They dressed quickly and left the room. To avoid drawing attention, they didn't leave together—Li Wen slipped out the hotel's back courtyard, and Ma Jun waited a bit before strolling out the front gate. A cool breeze hit him outside, snapping him to attention. He'd been scheming all this time about how to handle the Li Wen mess, and now it was finally resolved. He had no intention of becoming collateral damage in the feud between Liu Yan and Li Wen.
The one downside? That wimp Huang Guoxin. Ma Jun had gone to great lengths to get him laid, but the guy had popped off just from seeing Li Wen naked. What a disgrace. Still, thinking it over, Ma Jun could understand. For a virgin who'd never touched a real woman, encountering a bone-deep slut like Li Wen was like a guy who'd never seen water suddenly facing the ocean. If it had been him, he might've fared even worse. He just hoped Huang Guoxin wouldn't end up with any psychological scars.
By the time Ma Jun got home, his mother Song Ping was still bustling in the living room. She frowned at her son. "What's the deal with you, coming home this late? Look at the time! It wasn't your homeroom teacher keeping you for work again, was it?"
"Nah, it was Teacher Liu."
Ma Jun knew he'd cut it close tonight and quickly blamed it on Liu Yan. "Teacher Liu bought a computer but didn't know how to set it up, so she asked me to help. Took me half the damn day, and I rushed back so you wouldn't worry."
Song Ping's expression softened a bit. She grumbled, "You could've at least come home first to let me know, so I wouldn't fret. So your cousin bought a computer? Those things are pricey, right? Several thousand yuan? She's a teacher—why does she need one?"
"Computers do all sorts of stuff—watch movies, surf the web, chat, play games. Half the kids in my class have 'em at home."
Ma Jun said it with a hint of envy. If only they could afford one here, he wouldn't need to crash at Huang Guoxin's place all the time. Ever since the kid's dad had made that scene last time, he felt awkward going over there anyway—not sure how to face Cao Meng.
"Put your mind on studying, not games."
Song Ping huffed. "Summer break's just over a month away, and next term you'll be a sophomore. You know our family's situation—no money for a computer. But if you get into college, I'll sell the pots and pans to send you. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it."
Ma Jun knew she'd say that. He was just venting anyway—felt bad making her shell out thousands. Besides, now Liu Yan had a computer; he could always surf at her place.
"Hold on."
As Ma Jun turned to leave, Song Ping stopped him and pulled out two hundred yuan. "I'll be busy lately, might not cook for you. Eat at the school cafeteria. Here's money for meal tickets—don't you dare spend it on crap, hear me?"
"Mom, are you and Aunt Gao teaming up for business?"
Ma Jun pocketed the cash, curious. He'd been tied up with Li Wen drama these days and hadn't checked on how things were going with her and Gao Hongmei.
"Pretty much settled."
Song Ping beamed a little. "We're renting a spot at the department store first. I've worked there over a decade—know all the managers. Rent's cheap, low risk. We'll see how it goes. Beats slinging sales clerk."
"Mom, I support you. You and Aunt Gao will crush it."
Ma Jun grinned, his mind drifting to Gao Hongmei's tall, statuesque figure and that massive, round, sexy ass. His heart raced. If she really partnered with Mom, he'd see her way more often.
Gao Hongmei was a teacher too, but worlds apart from Zhang Li, Liu Yan, or even Li Wen. Outgoing personality, killer body—a classic fiery hot girl teacher. Her Amazonian build could overwhelm most guys. And with their nursing history, it was easy for Ma Jun to get carried away. Even after banging two teachers, he still harbored filthy thoughts about her.
But Gao Hongmei was different from the school ladies. She knew his mom, they'd do business together—he'd have to watch himself around Mom. Not like the free rein at school. Plus, she saw him as just a friend's kid, no funny business. Ma Jun was daydreaming.
Song Ping had no clue her son was fantasizing about Gao Hongmei. She knew he jerked off in secret and worried a bit, but figured it was normal teen hormones. No need to overreact; that'd just embarrass him. It'd pass. Little did she know Ma Jun had already fucked his homeroom teacher and was all but there with cousin Liu Yan.
Ma Jun was wiped from tussling with Li Wen all night, yawning nonstop. Song Ping wanted to nag more but shooed him to bed instead—don't miss class tomorrow.
But lying there, Ma Jun was too wired to sleep. Was it finally nailing that slut Li Wen? Or seeing big mare Gao Hongmei more? Maybe both. Reflecting on recent events left him amazed.
Fate was unpredictable—one fluke could change everything. He'd been like most guys in class, curious and horny around hot girls and teachers. Ogling them on campus with Huang Guoxin, smirking at their figures.
Whether it was schoolgirls' fresh smiles or teachers' alluring grace, it strummed these hormone-fueled boys' heartstrings. Hot girls got anonymous love letters and gifts daily. Married stunners like Liu Yan or Li Wen? Prime jerk-off fantasy. Ma Jun included—blasting hot cum nightly to Liu Yan's towering tits. Never dreamed he'd actually grope those ultimate haoliu, spray his sticky load on her pale, smooth skin.
Liu Yan no longer resisted making out, but held the last line. Ma Jun was frustrated, but she meant too much to force it. She wasn't a slut like Li Wen—pushing might get her body but lose her heart forever.
Thinking of Liu Yan's mature, womanly curves, Ma Jun's cock stiffened again. She lacked Li Wen's sultry vamp vibe, but had an indescribable pull he couldn't shake. He craved not just her sexy, plump body, but that natural icy allure from the lonely wife.
"Teacher Liu, I want you."
Eyes shut, Ma Jun gripped his rock-hard dick, stroking furiously. Imagining them naked, rolling on the bed—her creamy body pinned under him, writhing, moaning. His tongue tracing her silky skin: lips, shoulders, massive tits, waist, legs, perky ass, pussy—all slick with his spit. Then sliding his fat cock into that dream honey hole. Liu Yan bucking wildly under his thrusts, tight cunt squeezing his head, gushing hot juices, screaming his name. Not a dream—Ma Jun's goal.
As Ma Jun beat off moaning Liu Yan's name, in a small courtyard bedroom, Liu Yan sat before her computer screen, anxiously awaiting a video call from husband Xu Zhipeng. She'd had telecom install broadband that afternoon and grabbed a webcam. Planned to wait till the weekend, but hubby was thrilled and insisted on tonight.
Weeks without seeing him, Liu Yan was eager too. She agreed, got home early, showered, slipped into a sexy black silk nightgown, spritzed perfume. Even if he couldn't smell it, she wanted to show her best side. Right now, she was just a wife missing her man.
Xu Zhipeng had no computer where he stayed, so he hit an internet cafe. Liu Yan logged into QQ, fidgeting for his video invite. Staring at his familiar avatar, memories flooded: how they'd met in college.
After two failed romances, Liu Yan was drained, ignoring endless suitors. Most gave up—she was untouchable. Campus beauties were a dime a dozen; no point hanging from one tree. Pursuit dwindled to diehards camping her dorm, hoping for a miracle.
But plans go awry. Annoyed by the stalkers, she ditched campus for a museum exhibit weekend. Tickets sold out at the door. As she turned away, Xu Zhipeng was scalping—gave her one free upon recognizing her as a classmate. Grateful, she took his number, bought dinner. They clicked.
Xu admired her elegant beauty without the sleazy confessions. Always poised, mature—stood out. Knowing he'd worked to pay tuition, she admired him more. After rich-kid disasters, she despised spoiled brats. Self-made guys like him? Rare. Ignoring roommates' warnings, she accepted his confession.
Newly official, they were inseparable, glued at the hip. Busy schedules and his side hustles limited meets, so QQ heart-to-hearts filled the gap—hours of sweet talk. Her class stories, his startup struggles, dreams of the future. Back then, Liu Yan truly believed he'd deliver happiness.
Reality hit hard post-grad. Ideals alone weren't enough—needed connections, cash, luck. Liu Yan adapted quick, content with steady jobs and simple life. But Xu chafed at mediocrity, headed south to hustle, leaving his beauty home.
Since his flop, he'd grown quiet around her—no more endless chats. An invisible wall. She couldn't read him, wondered why not just settle in Gu County—stable life, kids, no lonely nights. But he chased big bucks, billionaire dreams. With China's masses, who made it? Most just clocked in.
Maybe she should've picked a steady guy, spared the torment. Regret flickered. Then a chat window popped—husband's invite. Liu Yan snapped back, clicked accept.
A shaky big head grinned at her—nearly made her yelp. He pulled back: Xu Zhipeng, thinner, tanned, eyes sharp with ruthless edge. Liu Yan felt a stranger's chill. Was this her husband?
"Babe, what're you spacing out for?"
Xu waved at the screen, grinning wide. "Video's the best—no phone bills, hear your voice but can't see you? Torture. Found the top netbar nearby—five yuan an hour. Now we chat face-to-face. You happy?"
"Happy, of course."
Liu Yan flustered, forcing a smile at the camera. Why the sudden drop? She'd been pumped, now... nothing. What was wrong with her? "Overwhelmed with joy, huh? Cat got your tongue?"
Long without her, Xu was buzzing—chatty, unlike his curt calls. "Lemme tell ya, I've been tailing a big boss from Hong Kong. Guy's loaded—last errand delivering goods, he tossed me ten grand! Ten grand! Back in Gu County, that'd take months."
Liu Yan listened, unexcited, uneasy. South that easy? Quick thousands? Bullshit, but the wired cash was real. Worried, she said, "Zhipeng, money's great, but no crimes—that's jail time."
"Got it, relax."
Xu brushed it off. "Work okay? School drama?"
Flash of ordeals: coerced by Principal Li Jianjun, assaulted by that masked wolf, nearly raped by Feng Kun. Grievances welled; wanted to sob it out. But no—don't worry him. Forcing a smile, "All good. Oh, just got mid-level title—extra five hundred a month."
Her base was 2,300-plus subsidies, totaling around three grand. Big raise. Homeroom teachers like Zhang Li got extras; Li Jianjun's perks boosted year-end pay. Solid middle-upper income in Gu County, plus vacations—sharp teachers tutored for cash. No riches, but comfortable.
Xu smirked at her glee. "Look at you, thrilled over peanuts. Know what boss drops on dinner? Five grand! His watch? Over a hundred K. Socks? Thousands. Not bragging—you wouldn't get it. Come summer break, I'll show ya. Stuck in school, you're going stir-crazy. Once out, Gu County's a joke—frog-in-well hicks. When I make it big, huge house, I'll fetch you. No more ghost town."
Liu Yan frowned at his gloating future-painting. Money-obsessed now—no other topic. South shinier, sure, but Gu County was home. Months away, already despised it? Soon her too?
Xu rambled on, noticed her silence. "Why am I monologuing? Speak up! Dazed? Haha, I was a dummy my first days—nothing clicked. Now I get it: wrong pond. Hang with idiots, go dumb. No brag—in three years, back home, county head greets me. Deputy? Nah. You'll live large."
Liu Yan soured more. Unrecognizable pre-success; billionaire? Who'd fit his eyes? She'd be décor. But his flushed excitement... "Zhipeng, your dad was sick last month. Took him to county hospital—old issue, meds and rest. Didn't wanna worry you. Call him sometime."
"No biggie, bro's there."
Xu shrugged indifferently, then softened. "Fine, weekend grab supplements, check on him for me. Say I'm swamped—visit soon."
Liu Yan sighed assent. In-laws in village; mom gone years ago. Hubby's big bro farmed. Xu, the baby, never close to dad—rare visits post-marriage. She called dutifully as daughter-in-law. His apathy meant she'd sacrifice her weekend.
Chat petered; Xu quieted. As Liu Yan reached to end video, he leered playfully. "Babe, that night's super sexy. Strip for me—lemme see good?"