Chapter 27: A Sultry Reward
While the boys were still fiercely competing for an outstandingly beautiful girl— even coming to blows over her— Ma Jun had quietly slipped into another wonderful world. It was a realm filled with young wives and mature women, a paradise of ample breasts and plump asses.
Ma Jun let out a sigh, unsure whether he was fortunate or cursed. From now on, it might be hard for him to feel any interest in girls his own age. Zhang Li and Cao Meng were middle-aged women around his mother's age, and though Li Wen looked youthful, she was pushing thirty.
Liu Yan was the youngest of them, but still nearly ten years his senior. When she’d been in high school, he’d probably been a kindergartener.
You were born before I came to be; by the time I arrived, you were already old.
A melancholic line of poetry suddenly flashed through Ma Jun’s mind. Perhaps Liu Yan’s biggest worry right now was their age gap. Ten years was enough to make anyone hesitate; a difference of just two or three might be overlooked, but a decade felt insurmountable.
On the second floor of the teaching building.
Liu Yan stood at the railing, gazing far off at Ma Jun as he did his exercises. Bathed in sunlight, his face glowed with the innocent smile of a fifteen-year-old boy, radiating the simple joy of youth. The girls ahead of him brimmed with vibrant energy—even the plainest school uniforms couldn’t contain that explosive vitality—and their faces mirrored Ma Jun’s happy grins.
After all, they were the same age. A shadow of melancholy crossed Liu Yan’s stunning, alluring features. For the first time, she felt truly old. She’d graduated university just a few years ago and was one of the younger female teachers at San Zhong High School, but compared to these lively high school girls, her own mindset felt worlds apart.
After her conversation with Zhang Li yesterday, Liu Yan had examined her relationship with Ma Jun more seriously than ever. She couldn’t keep drifting along in this haze; it would destroy them both.
Did Ma Jun like her? She was certain of it. But a boy’s affections were always tangled with physical urges. Once those were sated, the feelings would fade—or vanish entirely. She was no longer a wide-eyed teenager; she knew exactly how a boy’s, or a man’s, heart worked.
No vow, however fervent, could withstand the erosion of time—let alone the full ten years stretching between her and Ma Jun, a chasm wider than the Pacific.
Ten years: enough time to relive her entire schooling from scratch. Liu Yan sighed wistfully. In those novels where young teachers fell for their male students, it was always fresh-out-of-college women with third-year boys—the age gap barely noticeable.
Besides, Ma Jun was just a high school freshman, utterly lacking independence. By the time he graduated college, five years would have passed. Even if she divorced her husband, could she wait that long? And what would their feelings have become by then? She had no assurance.
She understood Zhang Li’s choices, but she wouldn’t follow suit—sneaking around behind her husband’s back with another man. She had to settle things with him first before her relationship with Ma Jun could evolve fundamentally. Some physical closeness was inevitable, of course, but she felt no guilt about it. This was all to help Ma Jun resist Li Wen’s temptations, not for her own sake.
As long as she held the final line—no letting his penis enter her vagina—they weren’t truly making love. She wouldn’t be betraying her husband. That was the unbreakable boundary she’d set for herself.
But how long could she really hold it? Deep down, she felt a twinge of doubt. Ever since meeting Ma Jun, she’d drawn lines between them—but those lines had only stoked his desires, letting him breach them one after another. Her own ambiguous attitude was partly to blame; no other man could have pierced her defenses so easily.
At noon, Ma Jun headed to the cafeteria, but neither Liu Yan nor Li Wen showed up—not even Zhang Li. He ladled out a watery boiled vegetable with no oil and grabbed two yellowish steamed buns, grimacing as he choked them down. Yesterday’s special treatment with Li Wen had been tolerable, but the student meals were downright awful.
He wondered how the boarders survived this slop day after day.
If Mom’s clothing business took off, she’d be even busier. Was he doomed to cafeteria food forever? With two years until graduation, what a grim prospect.
The students around him griped between bites, cursing the cafeteria chef for his stinginess—no oil at all, a real Huang Shiren of a tyrant.
Ma Jun was battling his miserable meal when a fragrant breeze wafted by. Someone sat across from him and said softly, “Don’t eat that. Have mine instead.”
He looked up—it was Liu Yan. Surprise and delight surged through him. “Liu Teacher, what brings you here? I figured you went home.”
Liu Yan brushed back her hair, a touch annoyed. “I did go back. Your mom told you to stay at my place, so I had to tidy up and buy you some spare clothes.”
She added casually, “Cafeteria food has no nutrition. You’re still growing. When your mom can’t look after you, come home with me for lunch.”
“For real, cousin?”
Ma Jun could hardly believe his ears, staring at her. He could go to her house every day? More time alone with her—and she’d suggested it. Had she finally come around?
“What’re you gawking at? Eat.” Liu Yan flushed as he stared. “But don’t get any funny ideas. I’m just helping your mom out since she works so hard. Keep your focus on studying. I chatted with Zhang Teacher yesterday—she says you’ve been getting a bit full of yourself lately. If it continues, I’ll tell your mom, and she’ll give you a proper scolding.”
“No, please, cousin! I’ll study hard, I swear.”
Ma Jun pulled a face. “Just don’t tell Mom. Her nagging’s the worst.”
“Then behave yourself—especially listen to your homeroom teacher. And stay away from shady types.”
Liu Yan smiled, hesitating shyly before adding, “If you do well, there’ll be a reward.”
This was the plan she’d hatched after talking with Zhang Li yesterday. For a boy like Ma Jun, lectures and restrictions alone wouldn’t cut it—they’d just drive him straight to Li Wen. Better to harness his crush on her, guide him with incentives. Of course, it meant some personal sacrifice.
She’d thought it through: they’d already shared physical contact, so stamping out his desires entirely was unrealistic. As long as they stopped short of the final step, a handjob to relieve him was fine—even more, if he earned it. The key was balance: enough to keep him hooked, but not so much he got complacent.
“What kinda reward?”
Ma Jun’s eyes lit up, his gaze roaming her voluptuous figure as lewd fantasies flooded his mind.
“Don’t obsess over the reward.”
Liu Yan gave him a stern look. “Earn it first. Understand?”
“Crystal clear. So, how do I earn it?”
Ma Jun rubbed his hands, raring to go. He looked ready to charge off and punch the principal if that’s what it took.
“Final exams: top five in class, top fifty in the whole grade. Then I’ll use my mouth to get you off.”
She’d planned the reward in advance, but saying it aloud to his face still filled her with shame. She’d never even given her husband a blowjob—yet here she was, using such a slutty promise to tempt a high school boy.
Ma Jun’s blood roared. Among sex acts, oral was uniquely intimate. Normal intercourse pleasured both; oral gave the woman nothing, existing solely to please the man.
If a woman willingly sucked a guy off, she was either a natural slut or had fully accepted him, heart and soul.
He’d watched plenty of Japanese porn; no matter the kinks, it always started with the woman blowing the guy—maybe to symbolize conquest. Nothing fired a man’s primal urge like watching a delicate beauty wrap her soft lips around his cock and bob away.
He’d seen Liu Yan naked multiple times, groped those massive, perfect tits at will—but always at his insistence, her passive compliance. The one proactive time was after he’d saved her from Feng Kun; in gratitude, she’d given him a handjob for the first time. Now oral? An unexpected jackpot.
“Liu Teacher, you can count on me. I’ll nail top five in class this finals.”
He brimmed with confidence. He was already scraping top ten; Li Ting dominated first, but the rest were neck-and-neck—purely about consistency.
Liu Yan felt a pang of unease at his wild excitement. Deep down, she hated resorting to such underhanded motivation. It might spark short-term study fever, but it wouldn’t build real habits—just poison for the long haul.
Still, with Li Wen as a wildcard, she had no better option to pull him from her grasp.
Once Ma Jun finished eating, the cafeteria had mostly cleared out; a middle-aged woman was sluggishly wiping tables. The two left together.
“Liu Teacher, head home now?”
Ma Jun was already itching to get to her place and soak it in.
Liu Yan glanced at the time—it was past one. Round trip would leave no rest. “Nah, let’s wait till evening.”
She’d planned to head to her office, but as they passed the little garden, her eyes brightened. “Let’s sit in here awhile. No AC in the office—it’s too stuffy. Cooler in the shade.”
Ma Jun had no objections, trailing after her. That round ass hugged by her tight jeans begged to be groped; remembering its firm, thrilling give, his cock stiffened uncontrollably. What could he do? A teenage body was impulsive as hell—especially around a bombshell mature wife like her.
Suddenly, Liu Yan ahead let out a soft yelp and halted. Caught off guard, Ma Jun crashed into her—his hands instinctively grabbing her slender waist, his crotch grinding tight against her plump, perky ass.