Golden Spear Unyielding Skill
Ma Jun quickly slipped away from the door where he'd been peeking and headed downstairs to the office building. But the scene of Zhang Li teasing Liu Yan still lingered in his mind. How amazing would it be if he could join them someday, holding one in each arm? Of course, that was just a beautiful fantasy for now. The top priority was figuring out how to win over Liu Yan. But thinking of her icy personality and her hot-and-cold attitude gave him a headache.
Still, from eavesdropping on Zhang Li and Liu Yan's conversation, Ma Jun had a rough idea of the sticking point between him and Liu Yan. It all came down to her marriage not being completely broken yet. Looking back at the three women he'd slept with lately—Zhang Li had long lost feelings for her husband and was starved for satisfaction; Cao Meng was neglected by hers and dying of loneliness; Li Wen simply despised her honest but boring husband, which was why he'd gotten lucky. Even without him, some other guy would've swooped in.
Liu Yan and her husband had only been married three years—their feelings hadn't faded. It was just that he'd gone south for work, leaving her unsatisfied both physically and emotionally. Even so, she clung to her principles and bottom line, refusing to betray him easily. Otherwise, with Li Jianjun and Feng Kun's tactics, they would've had her long ago. Ma Jun wouldn't even have had a shot.
He could already count himself lucky to have this teasing, ambiguous thing going with Liu Yan—no other man had gotten that far. But compared to how fast things had progressed with Zhang Li, Cao Meng, and Li Wen—bedding them in no time—Liu Yan felt painfully slow. So far, it was just hugging, kissing, and the occasional handjob. Sure, it beat jerking off alone to porn mags, but it wasn't enough for Ma Jun anymore.
After all, he could fuck Zhang Li or Li Wen anytime, play however he wanted. With Liu Yan, though, he had to tread carefully, afraid she'd cut him off for good.
If she weren't his dream sex goddess, Ma Jun might've given up ages ago. Why hang himself from one tree when the world's full of grass? He already had Zhang Li and Li Wen at school—one elegant and busty with a fat ass, the other a slutty temptress. Outside, there was the homey housewife Cao Meng waiting for him. Why chase Liu Yan and put up with her moods for nothing?
For a split second, he wavered. Maybe he should drop the pursuit, focus on studies. With her mindset, as long as she wasn't divorced, she'd never fully give in. Could he really keep seeing this sexy stunner parade around him every day without cracking? It'd be torture.
But picturing Liu Yan's stunning, ethereal beauty, Ma Jun knew passing her up would be a lifelong regret.
That evening, Ma Jun got home and didn't see his mom. He called out twice, heard her from the bedroom, and went in. She was packing by the bed. "Mom, what's up?" he asked, puzzled.
"Oh, I talked it over with your Aunt Gao. We're heading out tomorrow to check suppliers. Might take two or three days. You'll be on your own."
Song Ping folded clothes while nagging her son.
Ma Jun froze. Mom leaving Gu County? They didn't spend much time together usually, but her absence would feel weird. "Where you going? Let me tag along. You two ladies alone—what if you run into trouble? Human traffickers are everywhere these days."
"Nonsense. Just to the provincial capital with your Aunt Gao. No worries. And don't slack off at home playing games."
Song Ping frowned. Once Ma Jun left the room, worry hit her. Alone, he'd go wild. She needed someone to watch him.
Ma Jun showered and came out to see her. "I already told your cousin. Stay at her place these days. She's alone too— she'll tutor you. Listen to her while I'm gone."
What? Ma Jun couldn't believe his ears. Was he dreaming? Mom was sending him to Liu Yan's house? His ultimate fantasy! And she'd agreed, from the sound of it. He nearly grinned ear-to-ear but held it in, nodding. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll be good, listen to Sis, no trouble."
"Good."
Song Ping handed him two hundred yuan. "Be smart at your cousin's. Bring something when you go, don't show up empty-handed. Help her out. Got it?" Ma Jun barely heard, his head full of steamy visions of alone time with Liu Yan. He nodded like a bobblehead.
Once she finished and went to her room, Ma Jun hit his bed, too pumped to sleep. He'd griped about her strictness before, but now she'd handed him a golden ticket. To vent, he jerked off, then finally crashed satisfied.
Next day during calisthenics break, Ma Jun chatted with Huang Guoxin while exercising. Huang seemed over his last flop. "I'm training this golden spear unyielding skill. Once mastered, my dick'll be iron-hard. I can fuck for hours without cumming. Then I'll make Li Wen pay."
"Where'd you get that kung fu?"
Ma Jun frowned. He'd never heard of anything so OP. Hours of rock-hard erection? Sounded balls-achingly impossible. Women might handle it, but guys?
"Bought the secret manual online. Cost me two hundred bucks."
Huang leaned in mysteriously. "Don't worry—once I'm done, I'll hook you up. We'll share the wealth, share the hardship, bro."
Huang and Ma Jun were tight already. After that hotel fiasco with Li Wen, Huang was even more loyal. Sharing a hot teacher like her? True iron bro. Shame his little bro bailed at crunch time. He'd have tasted Li Wen's pussy otherwise. Vowing revenge, he'd bought the manual online.
"Dude, don't just practice random internet shit. Could fuck you up bad."
Ma Jun looked serious. Virgins often popped quick facing a naked woman. His first time with Zhang Li? Minutes. Got better with practice.
Huang wasn't that bad usually—worse psyche than Ma Jun, plus Li Wen's killer body and teasing. Tits barely touched, boom. Against a plain girl, maybe fine. Ma Jun's "help" had backfired.
"No sweat. Studied the methods—makes sense."
Huang shrugged confidently. "I'll have that slut Li Wen begging for my cock."
He saw that night as his darkest memory. Probably still flinched at Li Wen.
Ma Jun shook his head, doubting the revenge tour. Even if Huang nailed the skill, Li Wen might not bite.
Slutty as Li Wen seemed, easy mark? Nah, sharp as hell. Never lost a deal. Years with only Feng Kun, no class guy rumors.
She kept Ma Jun around for his freakish talent satisfying her—and to prove she outshone Liu Yan. Otherwise, with her looks and moves, why chase a student?
"Hey, Ma Jun, free this weekend?"
Huang switched gears. "Mom's nagging—says you haven't come for dinner in forever. Still mad? Come over or she'll nag me to death."
Cao Meng's pouty face popped up. Ma Jun's head throbbed. It started accidental; now felt wrong. Huang's dad's freakout was the spark—he wanted out.
But Cao Meng was always sweet. Hard to ghost. "I'll see. If free, yeah."
Dodging follow-ups, he pivoted. "Haven't asked—how's it with Li Ting?"
Li Ting: Class flower of 57, Principal Li Jianjun's daughter. Top grades, school star. Tons of guys chased her—all failed. Huang included.
Huang's face fell. "Don't ask. No interest. Had Fang Lei tell me: focus on studies, not like Su Jianxin chasing skirts. Unfair! I'm no player like him. Only chased her."
Ma Jun's eyes drifted to the tall girl ahead in blue-white uniform, ponytail swinging, fresh and vibrant—Li Ting. Recalling piggybacking her home, that intimate warmth stirred him.
Fang Lei once hinted Li Ting might like him. Weird thrill. Freshman Ma Jun would've killed for it.
But post-Zhang Li, he'd tasted busty milfs oozing womanly charm. Tastes refined—class girls too green. Even best-developed Fang Lei? Little buns, B-cups max. Lured virgins.
His women: Cao Meng minimum C; Zhang Li, Li Wen D or E. Liu Yan's monster tits? Daily boob overload from her and Zhang Li had him numb. Maybe Li Ting's mom Shu Meiyu could spark him. Li Ting? Meh.