Cafeteria Clash
The next morning, as soon as Ma Jun passed through the school gates, he bumped into Huang Guoxin slouching along with his head down. The dark circles under his eyes told Ma Jun he'd barely slept a wink. A wave of sympathy washed over him—no surprise there. If anyone else had a shot at banging a slutty teacher but totally bombed it, they'd be kicking themselves all night long too.
"Guoxin, don't sweat it."
Ma Jun wasn't sure how to console his buddy, so he just clapped him on the shoulder. "It's just one Li Wen, man."
"Easy for you to say—you're the one who scored."
Huang Guoxin was gutted thinking about all his efforts going to waste while Ma Jun ended up fucking Li Wen. But could he really blame Ma Jun for not being a bro? Ma Jun had handed him the chance on a silver platter—it was his own nerves that fucked it up. This was the golden opportunity he'd been dreaming of forever.
Actually nailing the school's infamous slutty teacher would've been something Huang Guoxin could brag about for life. Too bad he'd blown it.
"Ma Jun, talk to Teacher Li for me, yeah?"
Huang Guoxin pleaded, unwilling to let it go. "I was just too nervous last night—that wasn't my usual game. I normally jerk off for at least half an hour before I blow my load."
"Give it a rest with the daydreams. I gave you the shot—you just couldn't seal the deal."
Ma Jun shot Huang Guoxin a disdainful look. The guy talked a big game about women, but when it came time to pound Li Wen's pussy, he chickened out. And jerking off? That was nothing like real, raw fucking. Even if he hadn't cum right away, with Li Wen's slutty skills, her pussy probably would've milked him dry the second he slid in. Might've crushed him even harder.
By noon, Ma Jun headed straight for the cafeteria. On the way, he ran into two boarding students who gave him a weird look and asked why he was eating there.
He brushed them off with some half-assed excuse. They reached the cafeteria entrance together—two windows with long lines snaking out. Two middle-aged women in white coats ladled out food to the students at a leisurely pace.
Ma Jun was about to join the queue when someone called his name from behind. He turned to see Li Wen. She was rocking a red strapless dress, her waist slim as a willow leaf, those full tits like ripe peaches straining against the fabric, ready to burst free any second. Her high, round ass swayed side to side, drawing scorching stares from everyone in the place. The two boarding guys next to Ma Jun nearly drooled, eyes glued to her massive rack. Ma Jun, though, wondered why the hell she was here.
Li Wen sauntered over on those snow-white thighs, her seductive butterfly ass twisting hypnotically. Ignoring the boarding students ogling her towering peaks, she smiled sweetly at Ma Jun. "Ma Jun, aren't you a day student? What's got you in the cafeteria?"
"Oh, Mom's been busy lately, no time to cook. Figured I'd slum it here for a bit. What about you, Teacher Li?"
Her intoxicating scent hit him, stirring Ma Jun's blood. Gazing at her mature, voluptuous body, he recalled last night—Li Wen writhing beneath him, lost in ecstasy. A rush of smug satisfaction hit him. This sex goddess who drove everyone wild was his conquest, while those other guys could only drool from afar.
"No one's home for lunch, so I thought I'd grab something quick. Fancy running into you."
She pulled him aside and whispered, "Skip the student line—that slop's nasty. Teacher's treating you today."
School cafeteria food was always crap, and San Zhong was no exception—bland, greasy, and sometimes straight-up gross.
After Principal Li Jianjun took over, he cracked down hard, sprucing up the hygiene. But the food quality? Still shit. The contractor had ties to the education bureau, so Li Jianjun couldn't touch it. Staff meals were marginally better, at least with some actual grease.
Ma Jun had zero interest in the student slop, but he wanted to eat with Li Wen. Those two guys had watched her flag him down with complicated looks—probably shocked he'd hooked up with this sultry vixen. With the whole cafeteria watching, if Liu Yan found out he was dining with Li Wen... yeah, he'd be fucked.
Liu Yan's icy face flashed in his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. He shook his head. "No need, Teacher Li. I'll just grab something quick. You go ahead."
Li Wen's face darkened. She huffed. "What, too good to eat with your teacher? Ashamed of me? Funny, you weren't so picky licking me clean last night."
"Teacher Li, keep it down!"
Ma Jun panicked—this woman had zero shame. He regretted tangling with her wild side.
"Scared of what? You fucked your teacher—afraid people will find out?"
She laughed seductively, eyes twinkling at his nerves. Pursing her lips, she teased, "Worried about your cousin finding out? Relax, I won't tell her—as long as you're a good boy. Oh, right..."
Ma Jun was speechless. At fifteen, he was no match for her thick-skinned, shameless vibe. He meekly followed her to the staff window.
A guy in his thirties manned the window. His eyes lit up at Li Wen. "Teacher Li, slumming it in the cafeteria? Rare sight. Fight with the hubby?"
Her pretty face turned frosty. "Cut the crap and serve. Keep yapping, and you're out tomorrow."
The guy flinched, shut up, and quickly dished out two portions. As she walked away, he muttered under his breath, "Fucking teachers think they're hot shit. Slept her way to the principal, huh? Thinks she's the boss now. Slut—someday I'll wreck that pussy."
Li Wen was a legend at San Zhong, and the cafeteria crew knew her rep. She rarely showed up, but today he was on shift and figured he'd flirt for a cheap thrill. Got shut down hard instead.
He couldn't snap back to her face, though. Rumors said she was tight with the principal, fuzzy with the VPs, and the head chef got canned last week for pissing her off.
Seeing her cozy up to a tall, student-looking guy at a table, he felt jealous and confused. What was that kid to her—a relative maybe?
Li Wen and Ma Jun sat down. She frowned at the fatty meat piled in her bowl. Post-kid, she'd been dieting—no fatty stuff. The guy had loaded it up to butter her up, but it backfired spectacularly.
She picked out all the meat with her chopsticks and slid it into Ma Jun's bowl, cooing softly, "Ma Jun, you're growing—last night wore you out. Eat up, build your strength. I don't want you breaking down on me. More meat means more stamina. Two rounds last night and you were done? Not thrilled, you know..."
Ma Jun's jaw dropped—she saw him as a stud horse? Recalling her insatiable frenzy, his head spun. She was thirstier than even Zhang Li. Could he keep up?
He speared a fatty slice, about to pop it in his mouth, when someone barked his name. He jumped, dropping the meat on the table. Twisting around, he saw Liu Yan standing there with her lunchbox, glaring daggers. He froze. Why was she here?
"Teacher Liu, what brings you?" Ma Jun shot up, stammering. Speak of the devil—Liu Yan usually cooked at home. What the hell?
"What's wrong with me eating here?" Liu Yan marched over, tray in hand. Ignoring Li Wen, she said flatly, "You're here too. Don't want me around?"
"That's not it!" Ma Jun scrambled. This was a nightmare. "Teacher Liu, I'm done—gonna head out."
"Hold up."
Li Wen blocked him, annoyed. "You haven't touched your food. Relax—with me here, no one's messing with you." She shot Liu Yan a challenging glance.
Liu Yan was furious, her massive tits heaving. She wanted to bolt, but that'd play right into Li Wen's hands. Taking a deep breath, she sat down. "Ma Jun, eat."
He mumbled agreement and shoveled food, but killing intent hung thick in the air. He squirmed like he was on pins. Then something soft brushed his leg. Glancing down, he saw a stockinged foot teasing his calf. Looking up, both women were eating. Had to be Li Wen's.
Liu Yan missed it, so he slid a hand under the table, cupping the silky foot and stroking it. The smooth warmth thrilled him—his cock twitched. Li Wen was ballsy, flirting right under Liu Yan's nose. He loved the sneaky thrill. Of the three teachers he'd bedded at San Zhong, Zhang Li was strait-laced, Liu Yan aloof—Li Wen knew how to please a man. No wonder Feng Kun clung to her. Shame she and Liu Yan hated each other's guts; he could've had them both, living the dream.
Feeling Ma Jun's hand on her foot, Li Wen smirked inwardly, keeping a straight face. Kid had guts—not like other boys. No wonder he'd impersonated someone in the garden and railed her. But only his huge cock satisfied her; any other punk trying that would've ended up in the dean's office. She wasn't easy.
Li Wen acted slutty, but her body count was low: Ma Jun and Feng Kun (after his manipulations). Cleaner than some teachers—like that foreign languages one with half the male staff. She was plain, so no one cared.
Hot teachers like Li Wen got slut-shamed for breathing wrong. Her flaunting was half defiance.
Liu Yan's face was pale with rage, but she ate on primly. Li Wen savored the win in their little war. Cool as ice on top, she yanked her foot free from Ma Jun's grasp. Seeing his disappointment, she smiled and extended her leg again—this time planting her foot right at his crotch, toes nimbly pressing his hardening cock through his thin pants.