Three Women Make a Scene
They say stockings are a woman's second skin. Not only do they hide flaws on a woman's legs, but they also make her legs look even more graceful and alluring. Most men have a special fetish for stockings—some even collect the ones women have worn. Perhaps it's because stockings touch a woman's skin so intimately, giving men a unique thrill.
Ma Jun was no exception. He had a peculiar fascination with women's stockings. Every time he made love to Zhang Li, he loved to personally peel off her thin, silky stockings, watching her two snow-white, plump thighs slowly emerge. It always filled him with an indescribable excitement.
Today, Li Wen was wearing a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose that hugged her sexy, alluring toes. Paired with her black high-heeled sandals, they were utterly tempting. Walking down the street, she always drew stares from passing men, who longed to pounce and lick those stockinged jade feet. But right now, that exquisite, playful foot was rubbing gently against Ma Jun's little brother in his crotch.
Ma Jun glanced at Liu Yan, who was focused on her meal, then lowered his head to watch the beautiful young woman's stockinged foot teasing his crotch. He got instantly aroused, his breathing quickening. His cock in his pants quickly hardened. He thought to himself, Next time I get the chance, I have to make Li Wen give me a footjob in her stockings. Wonder what that'll feel like.
Liu Yan sat silently eating beside them, but her mind was a whirlwind. She was deeply unhappy about Ma Jun dining with Li Wen, but with outsiders around, she didn't want to snap at him. After all, she was nominally just his cousin—how could she forbid him from talking to other women? And what right did she have to control him anyway? She wasn't his girlfriend.
Watching Li Wen eat slowly, her plump, charming little mouth opening and closing, Liu Yan had to admit that despite her sluttiness, Li Wen knew better than most women how to seduce men. Every gesture dripped with temptation. Ma Jun was just a kid, after all—how could he resist? Liu Yan inwardly blamed Zhang Li. She's already slept with him, so why can't she keep his heart in check? Do I really have to sleep with him too? She refused to believe she and Zhang Li together couldn't outmatch Li Wen.
At that thought, Liu Yan's cheeks flushed slightly. She was a people's teacher, a married woman. Professional ethics and marital vows forbade it. She wasn't some loose woman. Though her body had been gradually succumbing, her heart still clung to her last bottom line, unwilling to cross that final line easily.
"Eh? What are you all doing here?"
Suddenly, Zhang Li walked over from nearby, her face showing surprise. She glanced around and said, "Ma Jun, you're here too? Why didn't you go home for lunch today?"
As she spoke, she sat down at the table. As homeroom teacher, she had a lot on her plate and often ate in the cafeteria at noon—like today. She hadn't expected to run into both Li Wen and Liu Yan.
"Teacher Zhang, my mom's been busy these past few days, so she told me to eat in the cafeteria." Ma Jun had to explain it all over again. Seeing the three female teachers staring at him, he felt a chill down his spine. He'd slept with some of them and had flirty relations with the others, but this was the first time they'd all sat together like this. Plus, Li Wen and Liu Yan didn't get along—he had to watch his words carefully.
"Oh, I see."
Zhang Li nodded, her peripheral vision flicking over Liu Yan and Li Wen. She found it odd that these two were sitting together. Their relationship had always been tense—not quite enemies, but always at odds. Liu Yan had complained about Li Wen to her many times in private. Zhang Li didn't like Li Wen much either, but as colleagues, she could only tell Liu Yan not to take it too personally. She never imagined they'd be eating together today. What the hell?
Zhang Li's gaze shifted to Ma Jun. Did he run into Liu Yan in the cafeteria, so they ended up eating together? Ever since Liu Yan had confided in her last time, Zhang Li had been curious if Liu Yan would end up in bed with Ma Jun like she had. Maintaining a lover's relationship with her own student weighed heavily on her—she often felt ashamed, like a shameless seductress. If Liu Yan became Ma Jun's lover too, at least she'd have someone to share the burden.
But Liu Yan eating with Ma Jun made sense. What about Li Wen? She rarely ate in the cafeteria. Even if she had to today, wouldn't she avoid Liu Yan? Why share a table? Had their relationship suddenly improved?
Zhang Li eyed Li Wen, then Liu Yan, itching to drag Liu Yan back to her office for a proper interrogation. But now wasn't the time.
Li Wen glanced at Zhang Li with a beaming smile. "Teacher Zhang, you look better and better lately—your skin's so fair and smooth. At first glance, you could pass for a girl in her twenties. I almost didn't recognize you. What imported cosmetics have you been using?"
"I'm too old for cosmetics."
Zhang Li paused, surprised Li Wen would speak to her first. She didn't want to chat much, but couldn't be too cold. Casually, she replied, "You young ones have it easy—no makeup needed to look pretty. Teacher Li's the most beautiful female teacher at San Zhong. You know how to dress up, great figure too. If you weren't married, who knows how many male teachers you'd have wrapped around your finger. Right, Teacher Liu?"
It sounded like praise for Li Wen's beauty, but there was an undercurrent. Li Wen caught it immediately. She always targeted Liu Yan, and Zhang Li was close to Liu Yan—this was veiled mockery, implying she flirted too much with male colleagues. Li Wen sneered inwardly. She'd accept Liu Yan outshining her, but Zhang Li? A frumpy old hag with no looks or figure—just big tits. What right did she have? Giggling coquettishly, Li Wen said, "I wouldn't dare claim to be San Zhong's top beauty. Teacher Liu's the real stunner. Last time we went to the Education Bureau for training, none of the other female teachers could compare. Oh, right—we ran into Principal Li too. He said promising young talents like Teacher Liu need nurturing. You'll be the pillar of our Chinese teaching research office someday. Give it a few years, and we'll be calling you Director Liu."
Liu Yan's expression shifted slightly. Among the three, Zhang Li had the deepest seniority, strongest abilities, and highest title. With department head Lu Qihang nearing retirement, she was the obvious successor. But school politics were never simple. If Ma Jun hadn't screwed over Feng Kun last time, he'd be director now. And in Principal Li Jianjun's office, he'd promised Liu Yan the position—or more—if she'd be his lover. She'd refused.
Li Wen had no idea about that clash. She just wanted to warn Zhang Li that Liu Yan threatened her interests, so she'd stop blindly defending her. Liu Yan already had poor relations with other female teachers—only Zhang Li was friendly. If Zhang Li grew wary, Liu Yan would be isolated.
Ma Jun couldn't follow all the intrigue but sensed the gunpowder. He shot Li Wen a displeased look. Last night, she'd promised not to antagonize Liu Yan anymore. But he couldn't call her out in front of Liu Yan and Zhang Li. Instead, he stretched his foot to lightly kick her leg as a reminder. But as soon as he did, Liu Yan froze and glanced under the table. He'd kicked the wrong one—hers. He gave Liu Yan an apologetic smile. She glared back, assuming it was accidental, and turned to Zhang Li, tense lest she think Liu Yan was gunning for her position.
Zhang Li smiled faintly. "I think Principal Li's idea is spot on. San Zhong should give young teachers more chances to shine. Teacher Liu's always performed excellently—high education, published plenty of teaching papers these years. Oh, I heard Teacher Li's written a few too, even in provincial journals. Care to share your experience? Help us improve."
Li Wen froze. She hadn't written any papers. Last time, to get promoted, she'd seduced Lu Qihang into putting her name on his. Zhang Li was exposing her weakness on purpose. Liu Yan chimed in lightly, "Yeah, Teacher Li. I heard yours was co-authored with Director Lu—must be something special. Tell us about it."
A proper university grad with rigorous academics, Liu Yan despised fakers like Li Wen. With Zhang Li hitting her weak spot, she had to twist the knife.
"Nothing to tell—just a vanity title."
Li Wen forced a smile. She knew she couldn't compete with them academically—it'd only humiliate her. Glaring at Zhang Li, she stood. "I'm done. Enjoy, everyone. Ma Jun, I'll find you later."
She winked at Ma Jun and sauntered off, her perky butt swaying.
Ma Jun had no eyes for her allure. Hearing her dig a pit for him on the way out, he seethed inwardly. This woman's trouble incarnate. Next chance I get, I'll fuck her till she can't walk. Looking up, he met two piercing gazes. "Teacher Liu, Teacher Zhang, I'm full too. You chat—I'm off."
He bolted before they could reply. Staying longer meant doom.
Watching Ma Jun vanish through the cafeteria door, Zhang Li shook her head helplessly. She didn't know about him and Li Wen—just wondered what Li Wen wanted with him. Seeing Liu Yan still staring at the door, she sighed. "Teacher Liu, come to my office. Let's talk."