The Handsome Boy Who Got Teased
Just then, another voice called out from the doorway: "Report!" Li Wen looked up and saw a handsome, refined boy standing there. She smiled seductively and said, "Come in, Tang Feng. What do you need?"
This was Tang Feng, the Chinese class representative from Class 55. He walked up to Li Wen, and as her watery eyes fixed on him, his face flushed red. He averted his gaze and said, "Teacher Li, didn't you tell me to come to your office this afternoon?"
"Oh, I totally forgot. Look at me—ever since I had the baby, my memory's shot." Li Wen giggled, her full, ample breasts jiggling with the motion. The pale, creamy flesh swayed, leaving Tang Feng flustered. He wanted to look but didn't dare, afraid of desecrating his goddess.
Though his position as class rep gave him more chances than most boys to interact with Li Wen, every encounter still left him intensely nervous, his palms sweating. But Tang Feng wasn't the shy, introverted type.
With his refined good looks, top grades, and solid family background, he was popular with girls—confessions came often, but he always turned them down coldly. People said he was too picky, but only he knew the truth: Li Wen occupied his heart. From the first time he'd laid eyes on her, he'd been smitten by this alluring woman with her enchanting smiles.
Lots of guys in class lusted after Li Wen, drawn purely by her sultry, seductive figure. But Tang Feng truly admired his Chinese teacher—he loved watching her lecture passionately in class, seeing her in sexy, captivating outfits around campus. If a day passed without her alluring silhouette, her flirtatious smile, or her soft, velvety voice, he felt empty inside.
To Tang Feng, Li Wen was a goddess, untouchable by others. Whenever classmates crudely discussed how slutty and provocative her outfit was that day, he'd snap back at them. He believed she dressed that way just to look beautiful—it was their filthy minds at fault. Even when he accidentally glimpsed her exposed breasts or thighs and felt a natural reaction, guilt washed over him. He felt like he was insulting a lady.
Yet no matter how deeply he adored her, Tang Feng never dared show it, terrified she'd reject or distance herself. In his bedroom sat a thick notebook crammed with her name scribbled over every page—that was how he vented his longing. He even resented any other guys getting close to her. This bottled-up frustration made it impossible for him to stay calm around her.
Seeing Tang Feng's awkward expression, Li Wen felt a smug thrill. She'd long known he had a crush on her, and she quite liked this handsome boy—didn't mind him getting close at all.
But Tang Feng was so bashful; he blushed every time they talked, couldn't even meet her eyes—like a shy little girl. Li Wen loved teasing him, brushing against him on purpose. He'd react like he'd been shocked, face turning beet red, words failing him.
This was how a proper boy should react to a mature woman, she thought. Guys as bold as Ma Jun were rare. In the little garden, she'd mistaken him for Feng Kun, and the punk had the nerve to impersonate him and fuck her senseless. If his cock hadn't felt that good, she'd have dragged him to the disciplinary office and taught him a lesson.
She preferred Ma Jun's rough, direct style, but teasing this girlishly timid class rep was fun too. Noticing Tang Feng avoiding her eyes, she hiked her skirt a bit higher, baring more of her snowy thighs. She dropped a pencil on the floor and said with a playful smile, "Tang Feng, could you pick that up for Teacher?"
"Oh, sure." Tang Feng nodded instinctively and crouched down. The pencil had rolled under the desk, so he leaned in to grab it. His face ended up inches from Li Wen's thigh, her creamy, plump flesh radiating temptation. His heart pounded; he ached to touch it but restrained himself, stretching for the pencil.
As he finally grabbed it and started to stand, his eyes inadvertently caught Li Wen's legs parting slightly. At the apex of her thighs, her black panties were fully exposed—semi-sheer, revealing the thick bush of pubic hair beneath. He could even make out her plump, swollen labia bulging like little hills.
Ah... Tang Feng realized he'd seen something forbidden. He jerked his head up—thunk!—and slammed the back of his skull on the desk's underside. He yelped, clutching his head as stars exploded in his vision. The other teachers in the office turned at the noise.
"Tang Feng, are you okay?" Li Wen startled, standing quickly. She'd only meant to tease, not cause this. She gently rubbed his head, a bit embarrassed. "My fault—I shouldn't have made you pick it up. How's your head? Oh no, that's a huge lump. Come on, let's get you to the infirmary."
Zheng Song watched Li Wen rub Tang Feng's head, her massive tits nearly pressing against him. Jealousy twisted his face. He glanced at Liu Yan's even loftier, firmer ultimate huge breasts, thinking how if she treated him like that, he'd be in heaven.
"Teacher Li, I'm fine." Tang Feng looked down, glimpsing the deep cleavage and pale breast flesh peeking from her neckline. His heart raced, head spinning, cock stirring in his pants. Blushing furiously, he thrust the pencil at her and stammered, "Teacher Li, did you need something? If not, I'll head back to class."
"Oh, right—the real reason." Li Wen remembered, beaming at him. "Tang Feng, the school's essay contest is coming up soon. That's your specialty—think you can take first again?"
"Don't worry, Teacher Li." Her words banished his nerves; confidence surged as he declared loudly, "I'll definitely get first place."
Tang Feng was Li Wen's secret weapon—always topping the grade in Chinese, racking up essay awards. She never skimped on praise for a student who made her shine. She lavished it on him now, then shot a provocative glance at Liu Yan: So what if you're haughty? My kid's better than yours.
Liu Yan seethed at the look. She already resented Li Wen over Ma Jun; this was salt in the wound. She worked her ass off, and her class's Chinese scores were top-tier, just behind Zhang Li's Class 57. But Li Wen had this powerhouse Tang Feng stealing her thunder.
With no outlet for her anger, she turned on Zheng Song in front of her. "Zheng Song, got confidence for county-wide first in the essay contest?"
Eh? Zheng Song froze. With Tang Feng around, school first was a pipe dream, let alone county. Under her glare, he mumbled, "I'll try for top five in school."
Li Wen burst out laughing. "Tang Feng, give it your all. Win first, and Teacher will treat you to dinner. Head back now." Another point scored off Liu Yan— she'd have to thank him properly later.
Liu Yan sighed inwardly at Zheng Song's lack of spine. No fight, no bravado—even if you can't win, fake it! If Ma Jun were here, he'd thump his chest and promise victory. The jerk was reliable when it counted.
Too bad he was Class 57's rep. If he were hers... She chuckled bitterly. Zhang Li would kill her for poaching. Whatever—no point stooping to Li Wen's level. "Alright, Zheng Song, go prep."
"Yes, Teacher Liu." He knew he'd disappointed her, sulking as he left, wishing he had Tang Feng's talent to win her favor.
Downstairs, Zheng Song spotted Tang Feng ahead and jogged up, grinning. "Tang Feng, your Teacher Li's real sweet to you. Hey, what happened under the desk? Stealing a peek at her thighs? Heh, her body's smoking hot—dressed like that, even I can't handle it."
Tang Feng's face darkened as Zheng Song rambled on, getting cruder. He stopped dead, whirled, and snapped, "Zheng Song, say one more bad word about Teacher Li, and I'll beat your ass." He shook a fist, then stormed off.
Zheng Song blinked, baffled, rubbing his head. "What'd I say? Guy's nuts. I just spoke the truth—Li Wen's such a slut, bet you wanna fuck her too. Hmph, if I were her student, I'd have nailed that whore ages ago."
Li Wen was way sluttier than Liu Yan. If Liu Yan was Class's jerk-off fantasy, Li Wen was the whole school's. Even Zheng Song's pre-bed wanks starred her, not Liu Yan. Sure, Liu Yan was stunning and mature with bigger tits, but so icy—unlike Li Wen's endless allure.
Rumor had it she banged tons of male teachers and students, bending over her pale ass in the school garden, moaning loud. Zheng Song didn't know if it was true, but the vivid tales and her vibe made it plausible. If he couldn't crack Liu Yan soon, maybe he'd try Li Wen—fuck that slutty teacher.
He wasn't a virgin; back in junior high, he'd fooled around with loose girls, playing adult games without going all the way—too scared of trouble. But the sex bug bit hard. Discovering nearby hair salons offered "extras," he blew his allowance there, popping his cherry on a big-titted girl. Hooked, he hit them every few days, sampling every salon slut on that street.
Then online forums warned they were disease vectors—he quit cold. But weaned off regular pussy, schoolgirls held no appeal. Like Ma Jun, he craved grown women, zeroing in on his sexy teacher.
He'd figured his experience would bag the lonely, frosty beauty easy. But probes bounced off Liu Yan. Quitting tempted him, yet her round, firm ultimate huge breasts hardened him instantly. Nights at home, he'd fantasize hugging her voluptuous body, kneading those tits, blasting cum into her pussy—heaven.
He would have her. Determination hardened his face. He groped his stiffening cock through his pants and hurried to the bathroom. Post-Liu Yan visits always ended with a wank there—or he'd be rock-hard all class. Wonder who he'd jerk to this time: Liu Yan or Li Wen.