Teasing Zheng Song
Liu Yan quickly noticed Ma Jun's reaction and couldn't help but purse her lips in a smile. He's really just a kid, she thought. Even holding hands gets such a big response from him. Suddenly tempted to tease him, she deliberately leaned her body toward Ma Jun, wrapping her arm intimately around his and pressing his arm against her towering breasts. With a charming laugh, she said, "Ma Jun, why are you walking so awkwardly? Are you sick or something?"
Ma Jun sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the astonishing elasticity of Liu Yan's breasts pressing against him. His already rock-hard cock throbbed on the verge of exploding. What's gotten into Liu Yan? he wondered. It's like she's a different person. Seeing her gazing at him with a playful smile, he could only furrow his brows and say, "Teacher Liu, I'm fine. I'm just not used to walking like this. How about I walk on my own?"
Of course, Liu Yan taking the initiative for intimate contact was something he'd dreamed of. But happiness coming so suddenly left him reeling—and more importantly, if she kept stimulating him like this, he might not make it home before blowing his load. Ma Jun had no intention of embarrassing himself in front of her.
Liu Yan found his fidgety demeanor all the more reason to stick with her decision. She needed to take the lead and guide him rather than shy away passively. Still, to avoid pushing him further, she released his arm. Otherwise, if she really made him cum right there on the street, it'd be pretty humiliating for him.
His arm suddenly parted from Liu Yan's firm breasts, leaving Ma Jun with a pang of loss—but also a secret sigh of relief. Any more rubbing like that, and he wouldn't have lasted much longer before erupting.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of them. A boy on a bicycle blocked their path, greeting Liu Yan enthusiastically. "Teacher Liu, heading home? Let me give you a ride."
Ma Jun glanced at him and recognized Zheng Song, the Chinese class rep from Class 56. The class reps from each grade often competed together in essay contests, so they knew each other well.
Ma Jun just didn't like the guy. Zheng Song wasn't any good sort—birds of a feather with his class president Su Jianxin. With a well-off family, he strutted around arrogantly, looking down on kids like Ma Jun from average homes. Rumor had it he frequented the hair salon street, Gu County's infamous red-light district. He sure as hell wasn't going there for haircuts.
Liu Yan froze for a second, instinctively glancing at Ma Jun with a flicker of unease. Had Zheng Song seen her playful intimacy with Ma Jun just now? Their cousin relationship was basically out in the open, but that teasing had crossed into territory way beyond familial. Strangers would definitely peg them as a couple.
But as a teacher, Liu Yan quickly composed herself before her student. With a faint smile, she said, "No need, Zheng Song. Ma Jun's with me. You head home."
Zheng Song feigned surprise at spotting Ma Jun. "Oh, it's you, Ma Jun. I didn't even see you there. What are you doing with our class's Teacher Liu? Don't you usually take a different route home? You got something to discuss with her?"
Ma Jun smirked inwardly at the emphasis on "our class." This punk's got a thing for Liu Yan, he thought. He's pissed seeing us cozy and stirring shit on purpose. Noting that Liu Yan hadn't mentioned their relation, he seized the moment, pretending reluctance. "It's not me who needs something. Teacher Liu's got family stuff. Bumped into me, so she asked for help. What choice do I have?"
He even pulled a face like it was the last thing he wanted.
Zheng Song's heart leaped with joy. He'd been dying for an excuse to visit Liu Yan's place, and here it was. Seeing Ma Jun's sour expression, he snickered inwardly and jumped in. "Perfect, then you head home. Teacher Liu's our class Chinese teacher, and I'm the rep—her family business is my duty. Teacher Liu, just call me next time."
"That doesn't feel right," Ma Jun said, feigning hesitation with a grin inside. "Wouldn't want to waste your time. I can handle it. What if you're late and your family worries?"
"No worries," Zheng Song shot back eagerly. "My folks don't care when I get home. I love helping out. Go on home—you can relax. Teacher Liu, hop on the back of my bike."
He moved to help Liu Yan onto his bike seat.
Seeing Zheng Song's bicycle made Liu Yan's cheeks flush red—not from shyness, but a sudden memory. That's how she and Ma Jun had first truly connected: her high heel broke, he gave her a ride to the repair stall, then home. In a moment of gratitude, she'd told him to rest there, only for him to glimpse her naked. That sparked their ambiguous affair. Do all these boys pull this move?
She shot Ma Jun a glare, suspecting he'd had ulterior motives even then. Turning to Zheng Song with a helpless smile, she explained, "Zheng Song, go on home. Ma Jun was just joking. He's my cousin—coming over for dinner tonight."
Zheng Song's jaw dropped. Ma Jun was her cousin? Seeing Ma Jun grinning smugly beside her, he realized he'd been played by the bastard. His face burned with humiliation. He shot Ma Jun a venomous glare, then slunk away on his bike.
Once Zheng Song was gone, Liu Yan pouted at Ma Jun. "Was that on purpose? You could've just told him we're cousins from the start. Why make him look bad? He meant well."
"Meant well? Hah, I don't buy it. That guy's up to no good," Ma Jun snorted. "Cousin, you'd better steer clear of him. Don't let him fool you."
He almost spilled about Zheng Song's salon street visits but held back—no proof, and plenty of guys went, including himself once upon a curiosity. If not for being broke, he might've joined the class trips. After hooking up with Zhang Li, the urge vanished.
He didn't want Liu Yan knowing he was familiar with those spots. To the naive, salons were just nicer barbershops—until Huang Guoxin clued him in that the skimpy girls offered more than cuts.
"You're talking nonsense again," Liu Yan said, a bit annoyed. "In your eyes, every guy who approaches me has bad intentions? You're the worst offender. If that's the case, I should watch out for you most. Go home and sleep there tonight."
She strode ahead, ignoring him.
Liu Yan wasn't as sly at reading men as Li Wen, but dealing with students daily, she saw right through Zheng Song. He was like Ma Jun at that restless puberty stage—curious about the opposite sex, craving contact with beautiful women.
As his frequent Chinese teacher, she was his prime target. Hadn't Ma Jun fallen for his homeroom teacher Zhang Li for the same reason? Of course, Liu Yan wasn't as starved as Zhang Li, and Zheng Song lacked Ma Jun's boldness and luck. Theirs stayed strictly teacher-student, no breakthroughs.
Knowing Zheng Song's crush but never calling it out, Liu Yan carefully maintained boundaries—not too warm, not too distant—hoping he'd focus on studies. As long as he didn't push further, she'd pretend ignorance. But today's move suggested he wanted closer ties. Good thing Ma Jun was there as a shield; rejecting Zheng Song otherwise would've been tricky.
Seeing Liu Yan suddenly upset again, Ma Jun panicked and chased after her, grabbing her hand and sweet-talking until her anger melted into smiles, letting it go.
"Ma Jun, be honest. Back when you gave me that bike ride to fix my shoe, were you really just helping, or did you have bad intentions?"
Liu Yan asked abruptly. He hadn't known they were cousins then, nor was he her student—why so eager? Pointless now, but she wanted the truth.
"I did want to get close to you. But if it'd been another teacher in trouble, I'd have helped too."
Ma Jun hid nothing; he'd never concealed his feelings for her.
"Really?" Liu Yan eyed him scrutinizingly, probing his heart.
"Cousin, every word's true. I swear on the sky."
He raised his hand solemnly. "If I'm lying, let lightning strike me dead."
"Stop messing around."
Liu Yan pulled his hand down with a helpless smile. "I believe you. No more rash oaths."
Deep down, she did trust him. Recalling catching him peeking at her naked body, then giving him that sex ed lesson—only for him to bluntly demand they fuck. She'd naively tried guiding his urges, but ended up ensnared herself.
Maybe his blunt honesty was why she'd accepted him. Sex and love weren't the same, but lines blurred—some loved through lust, others lusted through love. For Ma Jun, wanting to fuck the girl he liked might be his purest confession.
With that thought, Liu Yan squeezed his big hand tighter. She wasn't ready for sex yet, but she wouldn't spurn his sincere feelings. More than thrilling physical touches, she savored this hand-holding warmth.
Ma Jun played it cool on the surface, but inside he was thrilled. Liu Yan was growing closer—not just physically, but emotionally. He sensed her icy heart cracking open. Before, even hugging her hot, mature body, he'd felt her cold resistance. Now, this ice queen was finally melting.