Liu Yan's Incentive Plan
“What was that noise?” Ma Jun, who had just blissfully unloaded his cum under the service of Liu Yan's delicate little hand, lay nestled in the arms of the stunningly sexy teacher, basking in that hazy afterglow. Tonight at Liu Yan's place had shattered his all-time record for ejaculations—three blasts in a row. Even with his sturdy build, he felt drained, legs like jelly. He had his head pillowed on her massive, towering snow-white tits, sucking greedily on that bright red nipple, when suddenly a sound came from outside. A flicker of wariness crossed his eyes. He quickly let go of the tender bud in his mouth and lifted his head, peering out.
“Sounds like someone knocking,” Liu Yan said, her pretty face flushed and alluring, her eyes brimming with affection as if they might drip water. She tilted her head to listen, a touch uncertain. Who the hell would knock at this hour? she wondered. Huang Hongfa? Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, annoyance bubbling up. The bastard had no sense at all. She was still lost in the sweet afterglow of climaxing with Ma Jun, watching him cuddle against her like a baby nursing at her breast, her heart full of warmth and romance. And now this interruption—total mood killer. She wanted to ignore it, but if Huang Hongfa kept pounding away out there... Sighing inwardly, she started to rise and answer the door.
“Yan-jie, let me check it out.” Ma Jun stopped her. He suspected it might be that creep Huang Hongfa again. A cold smirk tugged at his lips. Thief-hearted bastard won't quit. He probably figured Ma Jun had just been over for dinner and left by now, so here he was, knocking. Guess the last lesson wasn't enough. Should've spiked those greens with croton beans—keep his ass glued to the shitter all night.
Ma Jun got up, threw on his clothes, and headed to the courtyard. He heard light tapping at the gate, impatient. Coming this late? Up to no good. Grinning mischievously, he glanced around and spotted the swill bucket by the kitchen, still full and unemptied. Perfect. He hauled the plastic tub of slop behind the gate, set it to one side, and twisted the lock with a click. The guy outside, already antsy, shoved the gate open and stepped one leg in. Ma Jun dodged aside and kicked the bucket—splash! The whole stinking mess drenched the intruder's pants, reeking of rotten food.
The guy yelped, jumping back and shaking his leg frantically. But his pants were soaked, water dripping, smeared with tomato peels—total mess. Ma Jun blinked in surprise. Not Huang Hongfa, but Zheng Song. He frowned. What the hell's this skinny fuck doing here in the dead of night?
Zheng Song looked up to see Ma Jun at the gate, his face twisting like he'd seen a ghost. Why's Ma Jun still here? It was late when he'd left home—normal folks were asleep. Sure, Ma Jun was Liu Yan's cousin and might've eaten here, but he should've gone home by now. Stunned, he blurted, “Ma Jun? What're you doing here?”
Ma Jun sneered. “None of your damn business where I am. Question is, what're you doing banging on my cousin's door this late? Up to no good?”
“No, you got it wrong!” Zheng Song saw Ma Jun's glare and fumbled with the study guide in his hands, stammering, “I just wanted to ask Teacher Liu about a problem. There's something in the book I don't get.”
“Zheng Song, you got some kinda illness?” Ma Jun exploded. Stealing my move? He sneered. “You blind? Look at the time. Yeah, she's your Chinese teacher, but it's after hours. Save it for school tomorrow. Get lost.” He shoved Zheng Song out the gate.
Caught off guard, Zheng Song stumbled back several steps, heel hitting a brick—he ass-planted hard. Scrambling up, he glared at Ma Jun looming like a door god. “Why can't I see Teacher Liu? I'm the class rep for Chinese—I got the right! Move! And why're you still here so late?”
“You think you can compare to me?” Ma Jun chuckled, glancing back at the living room window where Liu Yan peeked from behind the curtain. He turned to Zheng Song. “We're family—I come and go as I please. Truth is, I'm crashing here tonight. Sis says she's scared to sleep alone, wants me to stay. Man, such a hassle.” He pulled a helpless face.
“No way!” Zheng Song jolted, disbelief etched on his face. He muttered, “Teacher Liu wouldn't... she clearly...” Just earlier, Liu Yan had sent him that sexy semi-nude pic from home, bolding him up to come over. But Ma Jun was here—and from the sound of it, she'd invited him to stay. What the fuck? His brain short-circuited. He sure as hell couldn't tell Ma Jun about chatting with Liu Yan.
Ma Jun grew impatient with Zheng Song lingering. A hot, seductive teacher waited inside—spring night worth a thousand gold. No time for this bullshit. Face darkening, he growled, “Beat it, or I won't play nice.”
Under Ma Jun's predatory stare, Zheng Song knew he was outmatched—his scrawny frame no contest for that tank. Swallowing his rage, he sloshed off down the alley on dripping legs, stepping in dog shit for good measure. He cursed up a storm.
Imagining Ma Jun and Liu Yan alone all night—who knows what they'd get up to—Zheng Song's gut twisted with jealousy. If it were him, he'd seize the chance. Picturing those enormous tits mauled by that asshole Ma Jun made him want to puke blood. Why him? I should be the one closest to her. On the way over, he'd fantasized steamy scenarios—if Liu Yan was that lonely, prime time to claim her sexy body. But someone beat him to it—Ma Jun, of all people, the one he hated most.
No way, Zheng Song shook his head hard. Teacher Liu's no slut. Ma Jun was bullshitting—some lame excuse to stay. She wouldn't fuck her cousin—that's incest. She's a teacher, keeps distance from boys at school. No way she'd do something so crazy. But that pic she'd sent... it burned him up. Alone, sure, dressing skimpy was fine. But with Ma Jun there? Still so seductive? Didn't she care if he saw? The thoughts of what they might do tonight gnawed at him, unfairness boiling over, but powerless. He dragged home defeated.
Ma Jun shooed Zheng Song off and returned to the living room. Liu Yan, clothes straightened, approached curiously. “Who was it? Not Huang Hongfa? Why'd they leave so quick?” No light in the yard—only vague shadows from inside. She couldn't make out the face, but Ma Jun solo? Weird. Huang Hongfa wouldn't bail that easy.
“Nah, some rando. Wrong alley this late.” Ma Jun's eyes darted—he fibbed about Zheng Song. No need to stir shit. Let her think what she wanted. Tonight was theirs—first full night. Cherish it.
Three loads in, though, Ma Jun was spent, less fired up at her sexy mature curves under the nightie. But sleeping now? Nah, unsatisfying. Eyes locked on those huge, perky snow-white tits—gotta play with 'em proper.
Liu Yan caught his leering gaze, blushed, and crossed her arms over her chest with a coquettish huff. “Weren't those enough earlier? Still staring? It's late—time for bed.”
“Yan-jie, your tits are just too fucking perfect. I could stare forever.” Ma Jun grinned, stepping close, gently prying her arm away. He buried his face in her full, snowy cleavage, inhaling deep. “Smells so good. Wish I could do this every night.”
“No can do. Your mom just said stay till she gets back.” His hot breath tickled; she didn't pull away, instead cradling his head with a smile. “One more night tomorrow, tops. Then home when she returns. From next week, lunch here. Weekends, study here. Study hard, no backsliding scores—I'll keep my promises.” Her custom incentive plan: spark his interest right, without over-reliance. Tease the carrot, but no addiction.
“Don't worry, Yan-jie—I won't let you down.” Ma Jun knew living here was a pipe dream. But her promises? Pumped him up. She jerked him off actively now, and he'd cum on her jade feet, even rutted her plump ass—but all reactive. Her sucking his cock willingly? Heaven. End of term, good grades required. But he was confident—for that mouth, he'd grind.
Liu Yan stifled a laugh at his fired-up look. This punk's got the talent for top scores, but needs my body to motivate him. If her boys knew her “incentive” for Ma Jun, mass walkout. But only he deserved such sacrifice.
Still, worry nagged: could she rein him in? Alone, mutual attraction—easy to slip. Against her goals.
“Right, your class has that Huang Guoxin kid, yeah?” Liu Yan recalled his buddy. Together studying, mutual check? Better than her nagging. Age gap hindered her; peers connected easier.
“Yeah, Yan-jie. What's up?” Ma Jun blinked—why mention him? She'd met Huang once, remembered the name? Kid'd lose sleep thrilled.
“How's his grades? If decent, invite him weekends. I'll tutor you both. Mutual supervision—who slacks, gets punished.” She smiled sweetly. Fresh idea: third wheel curbs Ma Jun's horniness, frees study time. Use Huang to monitor him.
“That ain't right.” Ma Jun's gut said hell no. He knew Huang lusted after her too—backed off for bro code. Invite the wolf? Confident she'd never go for him, but third-wheel kills couple time.
“What's wrong with it? Decided.” No debate. Seeing his pout, she giggled. “Don't want Huang? Fine—Zheng Song then?”
“Huang it is.” Ma Jun shuddered at greasy Zheng Song. Better Huang. But he'd warn the punk: no designs on Yan-jie. He shared Li Wen 'cause she was a slut—free pussy, no treasure. Yan-jie? His alone. Bros no exception. Generosity to Huang stemmed from Cao Meng guilt—compensate via Li Wen. Li Wen: tool. Yan-jie: cherish.
“That's better.” Liu Yan smiled, pecking his cheek encouragingly. She took his hand, leading to the bedroom. Wedding photo above the bed dimmed her face briefly, then calm returned. Tonight's deeds—unwifely. She'd held the final line, no cock in her pussy, but his cum stained her body. Heart accepted him. Another step down no-return road—one more to abyss. Husband far south; months to vacation. Could she hold out?