Chapter 31: Going Home with Liu Yan
The second class after lunch was composition lesson. Zhang Li assigned the topic for today's essay, explained a few key writing points, then said, "Everyone should know that the school holds a composition contest every semester, and the top five from each county school will compete for the countywide middle school essay first prize. I hope you all prepare seriously and sign up enthusiastically—especially those with strong essay skills."
At this point, Zhang Li deliberately glanced at Ma Jun in the audience. With his current level, taking top five in San Zhong High School wouldn't be hard, but competing against the essay elites from other county schools would be tougher. She figured she'd give him targeted tutoring soon, make up for his gaps. If he could snag a county spot, he'd qualify for city and provincial contests. A provincial win would even add points to his college entrance exam score. Of course, she wouldn't mention those perks to the other students.
But when her gaze landed on Ma Jun, she saw the punk sprawled over his desk, staring blankly into space, eyes glazed over like he hadn't heard a word. Her face darkened, eyebrows shooting up as anger flared in her heart. This bastard dares zone out in my class? I've been too lenient with him lately.
Ma Jun had no clue Zhang Li had zeroed in on him. He was lost in a daydream, fantasizing about the blissful night ahead with Liu Yan, double-flying in ecstasy. In his mind, he stood in her bedroom, watching her shyly strip off her clothes, revealing her snow-white, plump body.
Her expression was flirtatiously alluring, waist slim, hips wide and fertile, skin glistening like crystal. Her pair of pale, full, massive tits jiggled softly. Below her flat, smooth belly was a patch of soft black pubic hair. Her long, round legs were tight and toned. Her hands modestly covered the mysterious peach blossom garden in front.
Ma Jun couldn't hold back. He stepped forward, gently pulling her hands away to reveal that tempting slit. The two pink, delicate labia parted slightly like a little mouth, craving a cock's invasion. He got rock-hard in seconds, stripped naked, and hugged her fiery body, kissing her passionately while thrusting his huge dick forward.
Finally, in excitement, Ma Jun spread her thick thighs wide, aimed his glans at her plump, white pussy entrance, and slammed in hard. Liu Yan cried out "Ah!", clinging tight to him. Her vaginal walls gripped his cock like a vice, sucking relentlessly. That indescribable stimulation nearly made him cum on the spot.
"Ma Jun!"
Zhang Li marched up to his desk and smacked it. He jolted like he'd been electrocuted. Suppressing her urge to explode, she said coldly, "Come to my office after class."
Without another glance at him, she returned to the podium, afraid she'd lose it and chew him out right there in front of everyone.
Ma Jun pulled a long face, staring dumbfounded at Zhang Li's back. He'd planned to bolt to the school gate and meet Liu Yan after class. Now he'd been caught daydreaming red-handed. Who knew what punishment awaited in the office? Zhang Li was saving his face by not scolding him publicly, but he'd rather she blew up now. Knowing he'd fucked up, he didn't dare protest, just sighed helplessly. Talk about joy turning to sorrow.
Ding-a-ling! When the bell rang, the other students excitedly packed up to head home. Only Ma Jun slunk dejectedly after Zhang Li's fat ass, reluctantly trudging toward the office building.
They'd barely entered her office when, before Zhang Li could unleash hell, Ma Jun preempted her with utmost sincerity. "Teacher Zhang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have zoned out in class. You're working so hard to teach us, and I space out—totally unacceptable. I'll write a thousand-word self-criticism when I get home. Please don't be mad. Women get wrinkles when they're angry, and wrinkles make you less pretty."
Zhang Li was surprised at first—he seemed remorseful. But as he kept talking, it got ridiculous. Her face soured. "Ma Jun, what the hell are you babbling about? You think just 'cause we've fucked, I'm not your homeroom teacher anymore? That you can run wild in class? If that's how you see it, get the fuck out. I don't need a student like you. Go tell your mom to transfer you out."
Ma Jun flinched—she was seriously pissed. He stood obediently before her, taking the scolding without a peep. But his eyes flicked to the wall clock, watching the second hand tick. Shit, is Liu Yan getting impatient? If she storms off mad and won't let me stay over, I'm screwed big time.
Zhang Li vented like a storm for a good while. Seeing him hang his head, looking all pitiful and silent, her heart softened a bit. But her face stayed stern. With a cold huff, she said, "Why aren't you leaving? Not scolded enough yet?"
"Scold me, Teacher Zhang—you should. I fucked up and pissed you off."
Ma Jun knew she only did this for his own good. Why else drag him here?
Zhang Li nodded. "Fine. Since you know you're wrong, write that self-criticism. Now. Not a word under a thousand, and you're not going home."
Ma Jun did the math—a thousand words would take him at least half an hour fast, and to satisfy her? At least an hour. Would Liu Yan wait that long? No way he'd risk it. Finally, he pleaded, "Teacher Zhang, can I write it at home? Teacher Liu's waiting for me at the school gate."
"Oh? What does Liu Yan want with you?"
Zhang Li paused, puzzled.
Ma Jun spilled the truth: his mom was away on business, so he'd be staying at Liu Yan's. Zhang Li's heart stirred. Looks like Liu Yan's coming around. Otherwise, why invite him over? I can't ruin her thing—she'd hate me forever. With a helpless sigh and wave, she said, "Go. Oh, and prep for the essay contest yourself—grab some study materials. Nah, come to me next Monday for tutoring."
She'd originally thought of having Liu Yan tutor him, but then realized: alone together, it'd be dry tinder and flame. No focus on anything else. Her advice might backfire, make her seem petty. Better let him relax a couple days. Wonder how far he'll get with Liu Yan. Will they actually fuck?
The moment Zhang Li dismissed him, Ma Jun bolted from the office. He dashed to the gate and spotted Liu Yan chatting with the gatekeeper grandpa, glancing into the campus like she was waiting. Panting, he ran up. "Cousin, I'm here. Teacher Zhang had something to say to me."
"Oh, no problem. I just got here too. Let's go."
Liu Yan nodded to the gatekeeper and headed out. Ma Jun trotted after, eyes glued to her mature, seductive milf outfit. Knowing he'd bunk with her tonight had him thrilled—his dick stiffened in his pants.
Summer evenings in the county town buzzed with energy. Sidewalks teemed with scantily clad girls showing off pale arms and thighs. Ma Jun silently compared them to Liu Yan beside him. None held a candle. Sweet. Liu Yan's gotta be Gu County's hottest babe. And tonight, she's sleeping with me. Mom's a genius.
I wonder if she'll let me crash in her bedroom. Ma Jun's mind raced. She might stick me on the living room couch. Gotta scheme something.
Liu Yan walked ahead, casually glancing at Ma Jun from the corner of her eye. Her face stayed neutral, but inside she was uneasy. Yesterday, his mom called asking her to look after him. She'd agreed despite hesitation, but now regretted it.
They rarely interacted one-on-one before, so it was fine. But cooped up alone in her place? Would Ma Jun lose control? Worse, she was losing faith in her own restraint.
Too late now—play it by ear.
Seeing Ma Jun barely containing his excitement, Liu Yan found it kinda funny. This punk's probably scheming something dirty.
But after yesterday's talk with Zhang Li, she'd shifted gears. Zhang Li had a point: better to unblock than dam up. Constantly dodging would just fuel him. Why not take control, let him have some leeway within limits? Once the novelty wore off, he'd lose interest. Plus, Zhang Li could handle his physical needs anyway.
With that, Liu Yan took his hand gently. "Stop gawking around. You'll trip."
Ma Jun's heart bloomed. He gripped her soft, pale jade hand back. First time she's initiated! Does this mean she's coming around? Tonight could be next level.
They strolled side by side, fingers interlaced, bare arms brushing now and then. Liu Yan was tall, but Ma Jun topped her by half a head. In her white blouse and tight jeans, she looked young and stunning—like a hot couple in love. Pedestrians shot jealous looks.
A guy on a bike heading home spotted them and slammed the brakes. Eyes bulging in disbelief, he muttered, "No way. Liu Yan with Ma Jun?"
It was Zheng Song. The icy goddess from school was now intimately holding Ma Jun's hand, all cozy. Unacceptable. He knew Ma Jun was Class 57's Chinese rep, but Liu Yan wasn't their teacher. How'd they even know each other?
Ma Jun pulled shamelessly at Liu Yan's tender hand, chatting as they walked. Zheng Song burned with envy. Why him? I'm her closest student, and she's never treated me like this.
Feeling the sexy teacher's cool, silky skin, Ma Jun's blood boiled, surging to his groin. His big cock strained against his pants. He pressed it down with his free hand or he'd barely walk.