[Urban] Romantic Years (H Version) Complete - 22

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Chapter 84 First Love is a Flower

Zhang Ting's body was very good, but I had no interest in admiring it. I grabbed her shirt and put it on, saying, "Are you crazy? How could you do such a stupid thing?" "Is this stupid? Why can men do it but women can't? Tell me." She reached out and ripped off her shirt, throwing it back onto the table.
“Zhang Ting, don’t be like this.” I grabbed her shoulders. “Calm down and think about it, okay? What will you do after this moment of pleasure? It’s true, Liu Hui made a mistake. He shouldn’t have cheated on you with Feng Juan. Since you hate him for doing such a thing, why did you do it yourself?”
A few traces of remorse finally appeared on her face, and she lowered her head. “But… but he has already betrayed me. Why should I keep my body for him? Should I still be loyal to him?”
“You’re wrong.” I picked up her clothes again and carefully dressed Zhang Ting. “You don’t need to be loyal to anyone else, but to yourself. I know you just want to indulge yourself now, to find a man to get revenge on him, but why are you doing this?” I looked at her and asked. At this moment, Zhang Ting’s top was half-naked, and her fair skin had a rosy glow, which firmly attracted my gaze.
Zhang Ting didn't answer, so I continued, "Luckily, I was by your side today. If it were someone else, yes, they might have given you a night of pleasure. But what about afterwards? What if he uses your relationship to threaten you? Zhang Ting, let's forget about today, okay? Give Liu Hui another chance. I know you want revenge on Liu Hui not only because he betrayed you, but more importantly, because you still love him, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have reacted this way."
Actually, I could see that Zhang Ting and Liu Hui were quite well-matched, and more importantly, Zhang Ting still loved Liu Hui. That's why she lost her mind and did something incomprehensible when she saw this.
There's a famous saying that goes, hatred is the deepest form of love.
"No, I'm not wrong, you're wrong." Zhang Ting suddenly raised her head, her voice tinged with a hint of tenderness: "It's definitely not what you think. If it were another man, I wouldn't have done this."
Her voice was slightly choked: "You've seen me at my lowest point. I don't care about saying what's on my mind anymore. You can call me a bad woman, I don't care about anything."
"You know, Xiaoyu, I used to like you."
"What?" My hand, which was about to wipe her tears, stopped. This was the first time I'd heard this.
"Even now, I still have a lingering regret about you. Maybe it's because I never truly let go and loved Liu Hui wholeheartedly.
" "Really?" This was the first time I'd heard something like this. I never expected that comforting someone would lead to a past relationship; this was completely unexpected.
Zhang Ting wiped away her tears with a bitter smile and said, "You're a heart thief, and a fool too. Did I spend a whole year copying your class notes for nothing?"
"Class notes?" "I immediately understood, but I became even more confused.
When I was in my second year of high school, my English teacher was an old scholar, always with a stern face. For some reason, he always seemed to dislike me, constantly going against me and frequently making me stand at the blackboard as punishment. I was very rebellious back then, and the more he acted this way, the less I liked English class. I would even secretly read novels under my English textbook during class.
However, this old scholar had one very effective method: he checked everyone's class notes every day, not allowing anyone to slack off. In his words, 'I don't expect you to memorize with your brains, but at least you should write it down.'
Naturally, I handed my notes to Zhang Ting, who sat in front of me." Back then, Zhang Ting was a slightly chubby girl. Although her face was delicate, she wasn't exactly voluptuous or attractive. She was always willing to help me, meticulously copying my class notes every time. Later, she frequently made annotations in my textbooks, always writing English proverbs in the margins…etc. Some were short and I could understand them, but I wasn't really paying attention at the time, always just laughing them off without delving into their meaning.
Whenever Zhang Ting asked me to look closely, I always just went through the motions. After we were separated into different classes, she never copied my notes again.
"What's in there?" I stared at her blankly, still not quite processing what she'd just said.
"So you've never really looked at what I wrote for you, page twenty-one of the textbook..." Zhang Ting's voice softened. "
Love is more than a word, so say it. When is it these four letters, I almost feel your touch.
This is only happened, I fell in love with you. Why does this word do this? I haven't got it." She recited the poem aloud, then looked at me and said, "Do you want me to translate it for you?"
"No," I sighed. Although my English wasn't great, I could still understand these sentences: "I'm sorry, I really didn't see it then." That was all I could say. Perhaps I really was a jerk. The events in between seemed like a tangled mess of threads, knots connected one after another, and only when you finally untangled them did you realize that the most important knot was yourself.
"I've always hoped that one day when you're reviewing your textbook, you'll suddenly see this poem and surprise me." "Just like the protagonists in Qiong Yao's novels, a romantic encounter..." A dreamy look appeared on Zhang Ting's face. When we were in high school, Qiong Yao's romance novels were very popular. Everyone loved reading them, especially girls; practically every girl had a copy.
"I'm sorry," I repeated, unsure of what to say to comfort Zhang Ting. Actually, I also had a lot of pent-up anger inside, but I couldn't let it out; it was all suppressed in my chest.
It was true, just as Zhang Ting said, that I was like a fool in high school. Back then, I didn't even understand the basic, hazy feelings between men and women. It wasn't until I met my sister-in-law that I truly understood love and desire.
"I went to university with you, but I didn't expect you to get a girlfriend so quickly, Lu Manman. At that time, I cried my eyes out, telling myself to forget Xiaoyu, to forget this heartless man. But there was always a knot in my heart. When I inadvertently saw you and Lu Manman arm in arm, my heart ached, and I even secretly cursed her, hoping she would get into a car accident or something... I'm a vicious woman... but you never noticed me." “
Stop talking, hurry up and get dressed, it’s getting late. How about I treat you to hot pot?” I watched the light in the room grow dimmer, and a sense of fear crept into my heart.
“No, I have to say, maybe this opportunity will never come again…” Zhang Ting was still very emotional: “Yes, I love Liu Hui now, but I can never love him completely like I loved you before. You’re like a demon, a bastard… So… Xiaoyu, please love me just this once?” Her eyes held a pleading glint.
“Zhang Ting, we can’t do this…” My heart stirred again, and I couldn’t bear to refuse.
“Just once, please. I want to be loved completely by you just this once. Let’s forget everything for now, including Liu Hui.” As she spoke, she took my hand again and placed it on her fair chest, gently rubbing it against her slightly cool skin.
“Zhang Ting… it’s my fault!” "At that moment, I forgot Liu Hui, or even anything else; my eyes were only on the woman in front of me.
Memories of the past flooded back, and I knew she was telling the truth, including the love poems in my English textbook. Shao Han had borrowed my old books when she was in high school and even said that I secretly wrote love letters in my textbooks. It's just that so much time had passed that I hadn't connected them with Zhang Ting."
Gently stroking her slightly delicate body, I whispered, "I used to only think of myself and never considered your feelings. Let's forget about those unhappy things now."
"Thank you, Xiaoyu," she said, her eyes filled with tears, "Just this once, and then we'll both forget about it." "I don't want any promises from you..."
I really didn't know what to say. Facing this beautiful woman, I could only repay her with actions. Gazing into her beautiful eyes filled with deep affection, I slowly pressed my lips to her expectant red lips.
The two of us were like lovers in the throes of passion, inseparable. I gradually shifted my focus, licking her snow-white neck. Zhang Ting's body immediately softened, letting down her guard. Through the last layer of fabric, I gently kneaded her. Her body was very sensitive, trembling incessantly, and her originally tense legs slowly relaxed.
My fingers immediately slipped in. "Mmm," Zhang Ting cried out, tilting her head back, and quickly kissed my lips.
Looking at this beautiful woman in my arms, my desire gradually rose, displaying its allure.
"No more..." Zhang Ting suddenly began to tremble, tightly gripping my arm, before finally calming down.
Her face was flushed as she looked at me, letting out a heart-stirring moan, "Xiaoyu...where did you...learn that..."
"Is it okay?" "I looked at her gently.
"Mmm," Zhang Ting nodded instinctively, and then... her pretty face suddenly flushed red, her hair flying everywhere. That alluring beauty, I believe no man could resist.
I picked her up, then slowly turned Zhang Ting around, letting her place her hands on the table, her back to me.
"What's wrong... I understand, please don't do this, okay?"
"Never mind then," I wanted to leave Zhang Ting with a beautiful memory, so I didn't want to force her.
"No," Zhang Ting, however, leaned back on the table, gazing at me tenderly.
"Oh..." My heart was filled with satisfaction, feeling her love...
"Thump thump," suddenly a series of heavy footsteps came from below. Zhang Ting and I both stopped; her breathing was rapid, she had obviously heard the sound too.
"Zhang Ting..." Sure enough, it was the landlady's voice; she was already stepping into the house. Both of us froze, not daring to move. With the sound, Zhang Ting's skin suddenly... "Zhang Ting?" No one answered, the old lady called again.
"Nobody?" Then came the sound of a cane knocking on the door, unusually loud in the quiet space. Though on the verge of being discovered, we remained entangled. I silently prayed that the old woman wouldn't suddenly push the door open, since we had forgotten to lock it.
"That girl… she left without a word, even taking the keys. Luckily I have another set of keys, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get in when I come back from grocery shopping."
The voice faded into the distance. Zhang Ting said excitedly, "The old woman usually goes to the market around this time, we… we…"
I answered with actions…
By the time we left the alley, the sun was already setting. Our clothes were neatly packed, and there was no outward sign of our presence. We were both reluctant to part. Zhang Ting glanced around, then quickly kissed me on the lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Sweet, or bitter? It was hard to describe the feeling, but Zhang Ting and I both understood that this was the final release of our lingering feelings.
I hugged her, and we almost instinctively let go. Indeed, we were friends from now on.
But looking at this beautiful woman, I thought I'd probably never forget her!
"Xiaoyu, goodnight!" Although it was still early, Zhang Ting still said this.
I understood what she meant. This "goodnight" felt more like a farewell; we were both back to our old selves.
Turning away, I stopped thinking about her and started thinking about my sister-in-law, Liu Qing, Li Chun Ning, and Luzhen, which I eagerly longed to return to.
I walked home, thinking about many things along the way. This was the first time I'd come home so early in days.
"Brother, why are you only coming back now?" Shao Han was like a streetlamp, always illuminating my way home.
"It's already early today," I said softly, stroking her hair.
"She's been waiting for you all afternoon, wanting to play cards," she said, clinging to my arm.
"Wang Rong hasn't left either, has she?" I asked casually.
"You only care about her, why don't you ask about me?" she said, twisting her nose as if she were jealous.
"I just saw you." " Okay, I'll go home for dinner first, and then come back to play cards with you guys later, okay?"
"Sure, you keep your word. Hurry up and go home, Uncle's probably getting impatient. I told you to come back right away."
Tonight we finally had a family reunion dinner. We like to talk about things at the dinner table. Near the end of the meal, Mom looked at me mysteriously and said, "Son, tell me the truth, do you have a girlfriend in Ruzhou? If you do, bring her home so we can meet her. Don't hide her away all the time, always running off..."
"Mom, no, I just went out with my classmates today. You can ask Shao Han if you don't believe me. By the way, Shao Han invited me to her house to play cards after dinner.
" "Let Shao Han come to our house." "How can we do that? You guys are watching, how can we mess around and stick notes on her?"
"How old are you? Sticking notes on her? Come back soon." Mom finally gave in.

Chapter 85 Joy

"Xiaoyu, you're here!" When I walked into Shao Han's house, the two girls were obviously a little shy, especially Wang Rong, who almost didn't dare to look at me.
"Hmm, aren't we playing cards? When do we start?" I said, pulling up a chair to sit down.
"Sure!" Shao Han readily brought out a deck of cards from the house, then arranged them, and the three of us sat down.
I was about to start playing when Shao Han quickly stopped me, saying, "Wait! Are we going to gamble something?" She glanced at Wang Rong, "It's not money, is it? I don't have much money on me." I looked at the two girls, wondering what they were up to.
"No money..." Wang Rong's voice was hesitant.
"Then what are we gambling on?" I asked, amused by the silent girl. I always felt this girl was a bit shy and insecure. Despite being so pretty, she always avoided eye contact, and when she spoke to you, her eyes would involuntarily flicker, looking elsewhere, or she would lower her head.
"How about the loser takes off a piece of clothing?" Shao Han blurted out when Wang Rong didn't speak, her face turning red afterward.
"What nonsense are you spouting, little girl? I'm a man!" I couldn't help but scold Wang Rong, whose face was flushed like an apple.
Actually, I didn't object to her taking off her clothes, if Shao Han were home alone. It was only then that I realized Wang Rong was wearing Shao Han's clothes. She was already rather petite, which accentuated her large, white breasts and smooth, youthful skin. Especially with her little hands constantly fiddling with the skirt, her fair thighs were tinged with a peach-blossom color. This girl was practically a Lin Daiyu, delicate and frail; yet her personality was like Xi Ren's—gentle and shy.
"How about we resolve this by voting? Wang Rong, raise your hand if you agree," Shao Han said, raising his own hand.
"I..." Wang Rong hesitated, ultimately not raising her hand.
"What are you doing?" Shao Han grabbed her and pulled her hand up.
"What are you two doing?" I asked the two girls, puzzled. "Shao Han, how can you be so reckless?" I looked at this little girl, who was completely out of control. "Shao Han, isn't this... a bit inappropriate?" Wang Rong muttered softly, her face turning even redder, lost in thought.
"Fine, forget it then. It's such a downer to refuse such a good deal." Shao Han had been suppressing her feelings, but after our conversation, she immediately deflated.
"Then let's drink, shall we? Whoever loses drinks a glass of wine. My dad's treasured Shaoxing Daughter Red wine isn't spicy at all." She said, glancing at me.
"Why are you trying to drink at such a young age?" I suddenly realized that it felt like I had just met her; she was saying all sorts of strange things tonight.
"I can be reckless, but you take my kindness for granted. Honestly, why am I meddling in other people's business? It's like the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is." Shao Han suddenly glared at me, then looked at Wang Rong with annoyance.
"What's wrong? What do you want to talk to me about? Why are you getting so angry?" Their evasive attitude only made me more suspicious. I wondered what they were up to.
"Wang Rong!" Shao Han said, glancing at her. The girl's head was almost touching her chest. "Never mind, it's nothing. Let's just leave it at that. We were playing cards, and with Wang Rong there, I didn't want to press the matter too much. The three of us played cards for a while, and then I left early.
The next day, when Liu Hui came to visit me, he looked dejected. I asked
him impatiently, "What's wrong?" Of course, I knew Zhang Ting had made a scene at home, but my relationship with Zhang Ting had completely ended the night before. I was acting as a friend. "Nothing, I just had a few words with Zhang Ting last night." He shook his head with a wry smile, as if it were a very ordinary thing.
"Kid, be nicer to Zhang Ting." I warned him. If he continued like this, Zhang Ting might become completely disappointed and secretly cheat on him with Liu Hui.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. " He patted my shoulder. Although I doubted his discretion, I didn't say anything more.
"When are you planning to leave? It's been almost a week since you came back, hasn't it?" Liu Hui then put a cigarette in his mouth, nudged me, and after I shook my head to refuse, he lit it himself. "Hmm, the day after tomorrow, I'll visit some relatives tomorrow. I've been staying at home these past few days and haven't visited any relatives. To be honest, I'm too lazy to go, but with all these distant relatives, you can't skip any of them. I have to visit at least three tomorrow. Isn't that tough?" "
That's true. It wouldn't be right if you didn't go to any of them. If you ask me, you shouldn't go to any of them," Liu Hui suggested.
"I've thought about that too, but I'll see what my mom says. I hope she's also worried about the hassle."
"Okay, let's not talk about that. Xiaoyu, what are your plans for tonight? How about we go out?"
"What can we do? Play pool, or go to the arcade?" "I mentioned things I used to do often.
'I'm tired of those. Let's go sing karaoke, how about it? I'll call a female colleague later and have her find another girl. The four of us will go have some fun, but we have to get there early. The place isn't big, but it's super popular, so we probably won't get a seat if we go late.'
'Great! I've been wanting to broaden my horizons. But we don't need her to find anyone. I'll take Shao Han tonight. She's been saying she wants to go for days, and I was worried about her going alone. Tonight
's the perfect opportunity for her to see what's going on.' 'Really? You're taking her? My colleague is very pretty.' He grinned lewdly.
'Damn, we're going to have fun, what are you thinking?'"
"Yes, we went to 'have fun'," he chuckled again. Looking at his expression, I knew my attempts to comfort him were futile. Liu Hui was in a playful mood; no matter how much I said, he probably wouldn't listen. I had initially felt a little ashamed towards him because of Zhang Ting, but that feeling completely vanished. Zhang Ting was just a woman with a tragic fate; forget it, I shouldn't think about it too much. After all, she was practically my friend's wife.
When I arrived at Shao Han's house, I found that Aunt Shao had returned. I hadn't expected her to look so young after several months. Although Aunt Shao and my mother weren't much different in age, and they usually addressed each other as sisters, my mother's hair at the back of her head had turned gray, while Aunt Shao's... She still had a head of black hair, and you could still vaguely see in her face that she must have been a beauty in her youth.
It's said that my dad and Uncle Zhang were rivals for her affections when they were young, especially since they seemed to have a deep-seated hatred for each other. But that's all in the past; after the adults from both families got married, their relationship became incredibly good. Aunt Shao was frail and became infertile after giving birth to Shao Han, so they were very affectionate towards me, treating me like their own son from a young age.
Aunt Shao was naturally very warm towards me, holding my hand and asking me all sorts of questions. For a moment, I didn't feel comfortable telling Shao Han about going to the karaoke bar, since Aunt Shao taught senior high school students and rarely came home. Since I'm here once, let Shao Han keep me company a little longer.
When I saw Liu Hui, I understood why he couldn't resist the allure of beauty. Indeed, both of Liu Hui's colleagues were very pretty, especially the long-haired woman, who wore a tight-fitting halter-neck mini-dress that perfectly accentuated her round, pert buttocks. Her long, beautiful legs were clad in sheer, flesh-colored stockings. Her tight-fitting top was pushed high by her firm, full breasts, revealing a smooth, slender waist.
The other woman was slightly shorter, but her petite figure was curvaceous, and her soft, milky-smooth skin was staring at me shyly.
It was clear that both of them were typical... As a city girl, I've witnessed the rapid development of Ruzhou thanks to the reform and opening-up policy. The trends brought from the southern coastal areas have brought about tremendous changes, especially in people's clothing. From leggings and bell-bottoms to shorts, the coastal trends are gaining momentum and profoundly influencing every corner of the city.
My recent visit to Ruzhou made me acutely aware of this difference; the pace of change in Ruzhou is incomparable to that of the isolated town of Luzhen.
Of course, Luzhen isn't without its merits. It boasts beautiful mountains and clear waters, a pleasant environment, and a rich history and culture. With proper development, it could become a rural tourism area.
"Hey, this is my good buddy from school, Xiaoyu. He's a real talent, always getting first place in every subject, and currently single. Haha, let me introduce you. This is Guo Lili, and this beauty is Yang Hua, considered one of the little fairies in our unit."
"Hello," I smiled at them and said, "I always told me Liu Hui was so happy; turns out his unit has so many beautiful women!"
After exchanging pleasantries, Liu Hui whispered to me as the two girls went inside, "How was it? Pretty good, right?" "
Damn, you're almost getting married and you still have this on your mind." I punched him lightly and asked curiously, "You didn't sneak out, did you? Didn't you say you were arguing with Zhang Ting about this this morning?"
"I said I was going to play cards at Section Chief Zhao's house, and she didn't say anything. Okay, enough of that, let's go in. It's settled then, Guo Lili is mine tonight, and Yang Hua is yours." He leered and walked inside.
Seeing Liu Hui's words, I stopped trying to persuade him, afraid he would suspect Zhang Ting and me. However, I understood Zhang Ting's thoughts more and more. She wasn't unaware of what Liu Hui was up to, but she couldn't control him, so she simply let him go with the flow.
The karaoke room was chaotic, neon lights flashing brightly, and countless heads were thronging inside, dancing disco, a popular high-energy dance in the south. Luckily, Liu Hui had booked a private room in advance, and we could hear each other clearly after we went in.
There were several sofas and a table with an ashtray on it. Against one wall was a machine with two microphones for customers to listen to. After the staff demonstrated for us, they closed the door and left.
Actually, this singing guy isn't complicated at all; in short, anyone could do it.
"How much is this private room?" I asked casually.
"By the hour, twenty yuan an hour," Liu Hui replied while choosing songs.
"So expensive?" I was startled; twenty yuan wasn't a small amount.
"We're here to have fun, why bring up money?" Liu Hui glanced at the two girls chatting on the sofa and whispered, "Even a night at a hair salon would cost more than that."
There weren't many songs to choose from; they were all popular in the south, especially Teresa Teng's.
At first, the atmosphere was lively; four people and two chatters seemed insufficient, especially Guo Lili, who kept vying to sing. She did sing quite well, especially her duet with Liu Hui, "Don't Pick the Wildflowers by the Roadside," which was very well-structured and had a Teresa Teng feel to it.
Yang Hua sang Jacky Cheung's "Love Net" with me; her soft voice gave a refreshing feeling, greatly changing my impression of her.
After a while, Liu Hui became increasingly restless. As he and Guo Lili sat on the sofa and started singing, they became inseparable. Guo Lili's curvaceous and sexy body subtly swayed in his arms, completely oblivious to us, making Yang Hua blush deeply.
Actually, everything is about novelty, and soon Liu Hui lost interest. He suggested we tell jokes: "I'll start, to get the ball rolling. A while ago, a couple from the countryside went to have their picture taken. The photographer asked, 'Sir, would you like side lighting, backlighting, or full lighting?' The old man hesitated for a while before saying, 'I don't care, but could you leave your wife some room for her pants?' 'You pervert!?' Guo Lili laughed and cursed, leaning on Liu Hui's lap.
I smiled and looked back at Yang Hua, noticing her face was even redder, making her look very charming, but it was clear she wasn't offended.
'Your turn, Xiaoyu, give us one.'" Liu Hui, with his arm around Guo Lili, subtly gestured towards Yang Hua, his meaning quite clear.
"Let's talk about one, who's afraid of who?" I'd figured it out too; since we were here to have fun, why worry about so much? "There was an old monk who had never seen a woman in his life before he died. A young monk went down the mountain and found a prostitute to undress for him. After seeing her, the old monk exclaimed, 'She's just like a nun!' Then he closed his eyes."
"Fei, I didn't expect you to be even more of a womanizer than me," Liu Hui laughed heartily.
The group seemed to be having a great time. When I went to the restroom, Liu Hui followed me in, lit a cigarette, and asked, "How was it?" "Not bad, so-so," I nodded. "After seeing this new thing, I didn't have much of a reaction."
"Damn, I'm talking about Yang Hua. I've been creating atmosphere for you all night, why didn't you make a move?" Liu Hui looked at me with exasperation.
"Forget it, do you think I'm like you, desperate and indiscriminate? Besides, I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, why would I do anything?"
"It's just a game, why take it so seriously?" "Liu Hui said dismissively.
Perhaps that's the difference between him and me. Although we're both lustful, I gave my heart.
We didn't leave until after 11 PM. Liu Hui offered to take Guo Lili home, saying it wasn't safe for a girl to walk alone on the street at night. I knew what he was planning without even thinking. I understood his intentions and didn't try to persuade him, knowing he wouldn't listen anyway. I was
the only one who could take Yang Hua home. When we parted, Liu Hui patted my shoulder meaningfully, everything was understood without words. There were no taxis left, so we could only walk slowly down the street. Under the dim streetlights, I truly noticed the girl's beauty.
She was petite and delicate, maybe 1.58 meters tall at most, but having worked, she exuded a mature charm. Her full, dove-like breasts created a perfect curve, which stirred my heart.

Chapter 86 Seeing Teacher Zhao

Again Suddenly, I reached out and hugged her, feeling this delicate woman.
"You..." She didn't have time to react to my actions. When she realized what was happening, she tried to push me away, but I couldn't. Then my lips were already kissing her red lips.
"Please don't do this, okay?" Although her words were tinged with refusal, she stopped struggling. She breathed softly and closed her eyes, my tongue swirling in her small mouth. I could tell she was experienced; it definitely wasn't her first time being kissed.
Of course, this discovery made me no longer hesitate. Since she could kiss me, she was certainly not some chaste widow. I threw aside my earlier innocent shame and boldly slipped my hand inside Yang Hua's clothes, pressing it against her warm and delicate abdomen, gradually moving upwards from her soft waist.
Her petite body couldn't help but writhe seductively in my arms, her body shivering as if electrocuted. She grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading.
"Don't you like it?" "I kissed her lips while gazing tenderly at her.
'No, I have a boyfriend... We can't do this, take your hand off...' she stammered, her face flushed.
'Kiss me a few times, and I'll take it off...' I whispered, pressing her against the shutter of a nearby shop.
It was a corner, out of the reach of the streetlights. I don't know what came over me; my lust erupted almost instantly, or perhaps it was because I had suddenly been exposed to something new—karaoke. Subconsciously, I felt that people who went there weren't good people, especially girls.
Much later, recalling that night, I realized that perhaps the purity of Deer Town had cleansed me, making me less sensitive to new things.
The city was full of desire and self-interest, while Deer Town seemed like a closed-off walled city.
Of course, the most direct reason was probably that I was finding a reason to indulge my desires, and more importantly, Yang Hua didn't object.
'Really?'" She breathed out hot, sweet gasps, then bit her lip and kissed me again, even teasingly slipping her tongue into my mouth.
My fingers, exploring the gaps between her breasts, reached the softness beneath her bra and slipped inside, covering that softness.
"Ah..." she looked up in surprise, "You broke your promise..."
I silenced her with a kiss, holding this petite woman tightly. Her warm, elastic body trembled slightly, changing shape in my hands.
With each movement, her resistance weakened, and I could clearly feel the change in her emotions. I gently caressed her, my palms filled with soft, slippery flesh. During the passionate kiss, Yang Hua occasionally let out soft moans, her body involuntarily shifting slightly in my arms.
I pressed her against the door, kissing her red lips incessantly, while her full, firm breasts pressed softly against my chest. My other hand slipped under her slightly parted skirt, eager to penetrate them.
"No!" "She squeezed her legs together, and through her stockings, I could clearly feel a smooth, slippery sensation.
'What's wrong? Don't you want to?' I asked, looking at the woman in surprise.
'It's not that I don't want to, but... I don't want to betray my boyfriend.' Her expression suddenly became resolute.
'I'm sorry...' I quickly withdrew my hand. In that instant, I felt I had done something terribly wrong, and the harm I had caused this girl was irreparable.
'What's wrong with you?' My straightforward apology surprised her, and her flushed face showed a hint of confusion."
"It's nothing, I'll take you home," I said, taking a long breath. I knew her refusal wasn't entirely firm; in fact, if I had used a little force, she would have given in. But her words changed my mind. I'm not a saint, otherwise I wouldn't have had relationships with so many women. However, this situation made me feel that letting go was the wisest choice.
"Mm," she murmured softly, following me slowly.
The quiet night air was somewhat eerie. I thought of my sister-in-law, and Liu Qing, of my beloved Deer Town, where my woman and my dreams resided—a place where I poured out my initial, burning heart. The city was nice, but I wanted to leave as soon as possible.
The late summer/early autumn night was cold. I shivered involuntarily, glancing back at Yang Hua. She was also hugging herself tightly, like a huddled quail.
"Are you cold?" I reached out and pulled her into my arms, wrapping my arms around her waist for some warmth.
"A little," she didn't resist. We walked in silence until we reached the apartment building not far from her home.
The building was dimly lit, with only a sliver of light visible at the stairwell.
"Go on upstairs, have a good night's sleep," I said with a smile, waving goodbye and turning to leave.
"Yeah, you should go home early too," she nodded through gritted teeth, standing there looking at me.
"What's wrong? Is there something else?"
"Brother Xiaoyu, thank you!" She suddenly rushed forward and hugged me, giving me a light peck on the lips before running upstairs.
"This girl!" I smiled, touching my lips, where the lingering fragrance of her kiss was unspoken.
It was getting late, and I hadn't worn a watch, but I was certain it was past midnight. Thinking of my parents' potential worry at home, I quickly took a shortcut home.
Turning into the alley, the light immediately dimmed. At this time, dogs weren't banned in the city, so I kept hearing barks from the places I passed, their sounds carrying far in the quiet night.
Unexpectedly, as I turned into Broom Alley, I suddenly heard faint voices coming from the depths of the alley next door. Looking up, I saw a red cigarette butt flickering in and out.
What was someone doing in the alley so late? Could it be a thief? Slightly puzzled, I tiptoed along the wall.
The houses in the alley were poorly constructed; even now, some families in the city try to save money by burning firewood, so the sides of the road were piled with bricks and firewood. Approaching them wasn't difficult.
"Damn it, I'm here alone keeping watch in this cold weather..." A young man's voice drifted in the wind: "Are you guys done yet? I can't wait any longer..."
"What are you yelling about? Keep your voice down, this woman is a bit tough, we haven't even gotten her yet..."
"No way," I thought, a jolt of fear washing over me. Just from a few words, I had already guessed what was going on in the alley. These bastards! I gritted my teeth, grabbed a stick from the pile of firewood, and quietly approached the young man who was keeping watch.
He was leaning against a lamppost, peering into the alley. By the light of his cigarette butt, I saw a lewd face.
*Bang!* A dull thud, and the young man was unconscious in my arms before he could even cry out. I gently placed him on the ground and walked into the alley.
The alley was pitch black; I could only vaguely hear a woman's whimpering. She was probably gagged, and judging from her figure, she was being held against the wall by two men.
"Damn, this woman kicked me, ah…" one of them suddenly jumped up: "You bitch, you're asking for it!"
Just the two of them; I could easily handle them, without even needing the mystical arts my master taught me.
*Slap!* A crisp slap rang out.
"What are you doing?" I suddenly called out.
"Zhao Jun, weren't you supposed to be keeping watch? What…" The young man didn't even bother to look closely at who it was before shouting.
Without a word, I slammed my stick down on his front door. He didn't even know who I was before collapsing unconscious in the corner, head bleeding profusely.
"Who are you? What do you want?" At this moment, another young man regained his senses, drawing a switchblade from his waist and glaring at me menacingly.
"Damn it, you bunch of scum!" I swung the stick again, aiming for his head. I wouldn't hesitate to kill someone like him.
"Thud!" He reacted quickly, frantically covering his head with his hands, then cried out and crouched on the ground, clutching his hand, throwing the switchblade aside.
My blow had hit him hard, striking his bone; it must have been severe. Without immediate medical attention, his hand would be ruined.
"Who are you?" Even at this point, he still glared at me fiercely.
"I'm your grandpa!" Seeing these scumbags infuriated me, so I struck him again on the neck. He fell to the ground, motionless.
"Ugh...ugh..." The woman crouching in the corner finally began to struggle. I looked at her; she hadn't been assaulted yet. Her hair almost completely covered her face, and she was filthy, her clothes torn in several large holes.
"Are you alright?" I went over and untied the ropes binding her hands.
"Thank you..." She pulled the rag from her mouth, tidied her hair, and said with a hint of panic, "If it weren't for you..."
"You're Chen...Chunyu..." Her words of gratitude suddenly caught in her throat.
"Teacher Zhao..." I was even more surprised than her. Even after three or four years apart, I recognized her face.
Yes, it was her, Zhao Lan, my Chinese teacher who lived next door when I was in high school.
"It really is you...I thought I had mistaken you for someone else." Teacher Zhao was also beaming with joy.
"How did you get here, and..." I hesitated, a little embarrassed, as I looked her over carefully. Her hair was disheveled, her top was torn in several places, her bra was ripped off, and although it was dark, I could still see a large expanse of her chest exposed. Her skirt was also half-slung down.
"I...it wasn't me, this is..." Teacher Zhao stammered, unsure of what to say, her head bowed in panic.
I immediately realized my question was inappropriate. Anyone in this situation wouldn't be calm, and my questioning would only make her more uneasy.
"Wait a minute," I said, quickly stripping a slightly clean top from the unconscious woman and draping it over her half-naked body. "Teacher Zhao, wear this for now, I'll take you home."
"Okay," she said, her mind dulled after her ordeal, mechanically nodding as she put on the clothes I offered.
Reaching the alley, I saw the young man lying unconscious on the ground and couldn't help but kick him. Damn it, these scumbags, daring to defile my beautiful female teacher.
Thinking about this, I felt that my punishment wasn't enough, so I stopped and said to Teacher Zhao, "Wait a moment, I'll be right out."
"What are you going to do?" Teacher Zhao grabbed my hand in surprise.
"Nothing," I patted her shoulder and walked inside.
Indeed, the punishment just now was far from sufficient. I wanted to give these three bastards the most painful memory. Keeping watch, tying them up with rope—judging from their methods, it was clearly not a one-off offense. If I didn't give them a warning, they might forget the pain once the wound heals.
I picked up the rope, grabbed one person at a time, and walked to the alley entrance. I tied all three of their hands together and then fastened them to a telephone pole. Still feeling unsatisfied, I took off the shirts of the remaining two, twisted them into a rope, and tied it tightly to their legs. I was sure they couldn't untie it without help. Finally, I dipped my fingers in the blood flowing from their foreheads and wrote several large characters on the telephone pole: "Punishment for Rapists."
"What were you doing?" When I saw Teacher Zhao, she was standing alone at the alley entrance, trembling, her figure somewhat frail.
"Nothing, just helping those three bastards remember their lesson, so they won't do it again," I said through gritted teeth.
"You didn't kill anyone, did you?" Teacher Zhao was startled by my expression.
"Of course not, I wouldn't do anything illegal." I didn't dwell on the question, instead asking, "Teacher Zhao, where do you live? I'll walk you home."
"No need, I..." she quickly declined.
"Teacher Zhao, don't think about it so much," I interrupted her.
"Oh, okay... I live... I live not far away..." She was like a frightened little bird.
"Let's go."
Actually, Teacher Zhao lived quite far away; it took us almost twenty minutes to get there. Judging by the location, it shouldn't be far from the high school.
After entering the house and turning on the fluorescent light, I noticed her disheveled state: a purplish-blue handprint on her face, and half of her stockings were torn. I guess if I had been a few minutes later, she would have been completely violated by those men.
"I... I'm going to take a shower. Please sit down, please sit down..." Teacher Zhao met my gaze, her face paled, and she hurriedly went into the bedroom to grab a nightgown, then closed the bathroom door.
After calming down, I looked around the room. The room was small, with one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen, and a narrow living room, probably only fifty or sixty square meters. Teacher Zhao must live here alone; otherwise, she wouldn't have let me stay.
The running water in the bathroom carried my thoughts with it. Fate is a strange thing; I never expected to meet Teacher Zhao in this way.

Chapter 87 Lu Manman's Appointment with

Teacher Zhao. Teacher Zhao was a beautiful woman. In my heart, before my sister-in-law, she always held a very important place. Recalling her actions from long ago, it was mostly a memory of youthful stirrings. Those snow-white stockings, the pink suit, and her figure, faintly visible in her sleep, all surfaced
in my mind. Why hadn't she come out yet after so long? I looked at the clock on the wall; it was already past one o'clock. Teacher Zhao had been in the bathroom for a full half hour. Hearing the sound of running water, I suddenly had a thought. Could something have happened to Teacher Zhao?
I was startled by my own thought and hurriedly ran to the bathroom door, calling out, "Teacher Zhao?"
There was no response from inside, which only strengthened my belief. I called out again urgently, "Teacher Zhao, are you in there? Answer me quickly, or I'll break down the door!"
Just as I was about to break down the door, Teacher Zhao's voice came from inside the bathroom: "I'm fine, wait a moment, I'll be right out."
As the bathroom door opened, a wave of heat rushed out. Teacher Zhao smiled at me with feigned modesty. Her skin was still so white, and her smooth calves were as flawless as jade.
My throat tightened, I swallowed, and calmed myself before asking, "Teacher Zhao, are you alright?"
She walked to the sofa, curled up on her side with her legs together, and her slender, delicate hands gripped the hem of her pajamas, creating a fold between her thighs. She looked at me curiously and asked, "What could be wrong? Luckily I ran into you tonight. By the way, what happened to you there?"
It seemed she knew her thighs were attractive; indeed, those full, snow-white thighs and translucent calves had once been the reason I was infatuated with her.
"Oh, I was singing karaoke with a friend, and then it got late, so I took her home. I didn't expect to run into you there," I explained, secretly inhaling the fragrance emanating from her.
"Oh, by the way, Xiaoyu, where do you work now? We haven't seen each other in a long time," she asked, blinking her beautiful eyes, looking very curious.
It was clear that tonight's events hadn't left a heavy shadow on Teacher Zhao; she recovered quickly. When I recounted my experiences in Luzhen, she kept asking questions, laughing heartily at the happy parts. It was as if we hadn't seen each other for years, but rather two old friends chatting.
"By the way, Xiaoyu, you have a girlfriend now, right? It's been so long since graduation, did she agree to let you go to Luzhen?" Teacher Zhao smiled gently at me, her charming expression making my heart tremble. Her elegant and beautiful appearance and sexy body were as alluring as ever.
"She's from Luzhen too," I answered casually. Thinking of Liu Qing, I couldn't help but secretly compare her to Teacher Zhao. Suddenly, I realized that Liu Qing and Teacher Zhao looked very alike, really alike. This was the first time I'd noticed this, and I was shocked by my sudden discovery. I looked at the beauty in front of me again: long eyelashes, half-closed eyes full of emotion, a round face, rosy and delicate lips, slightly protruding breasts, and curvaceous thighs... everything was so similar.
No wonder I felt a strange sense of familiarity when I first saw Liu Qing; she looked so much like my first love. Of course, they were different; at least I liked Liu Qing now, not Teacher Zhao.
"You actually like a girl from the countryside…" Teacher Zhao stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. These days, everyone from the countryside wants to move to the city, but I've gone to the countryside instead. It's no wonder she finds it strange.
"There's no way to explain matters of the heart," I said, my face suddenly darkening. I hadn't expected her to have such a strong prejudice. Suddenly, her image in my mind plummeted, and my tone became indifferent.
"No, you misunderstood, that's not what I meant," Teacher Zhao hurriedly explained. "Oh dear, why are you always so impatient? She hasn't even finished speaking before you interrupt. I meant that the girl you've taken a liking to must be very beautiful, otherwise you wouldn't be so eager to draw a line between us."
"She's as beautiful as you, like a pop star." I couldn't help but laugh at Teacher Zhao's expression.
"You're just saying that," she said, smoothing her hair that fell over her full breasts, pouting slightly in a coquettish tone, and giving me a flirtatious glare. "Do you think I'm still a young girl? I'm old and faded."
"How could that be?" I quickly replied. "Teacher Zhao looks like she's only twenty. If we walked side by side on the street, strangers would definitely think we were lovers."
"Nonsense," she said, her face panting with anger, making her even more alluring. Sensing that our conversation was becoming increasingly ambiguous, she changed the subject, saying, "Xiaoyu, it's getting late. How about we call it a day? I'll treat you to dinner another time."
"Okay," I said, realizing how late it was. I stood up and said, "Then I won't disturb your rest, Teacher."
I gently closed the door behind me. The hallway was quiet; everyone around me must be fast asleep. As I left Teacher Zhao's house, I suddenly realized something was off. It seemed she had been in control all evening, talking only about me, without even explaining what had just happened.
Teacher Zhao's reaction wasn't unusual; it was perfectly normal. Thinking about this made me even more uneasy, so I ran upstairs again and gently pushed the door, which was still ajar.
I saw Teacher Zhao sitting alone on the sofa, in the same position, her head buried in her knees, silently weeping. She didn't even notice me come in.
I finally understood. She didn't want me to see her sadness and pain, or rather, she didn't want to show her scars to others.
I gently sat down beside Teacher Zhao, pressing close to her soft, delicate body, feeling the elastic touch against my legs.
"Who?" She was startled, looking up in a panic. "Xiaoyu, why haven't you left yet?"
"I went to the stairwell, but I was worried about you, so I came back." I gently hugged her shoulders, her body trembling slightly.
"Thank you, I'm fine now, you should go home soon." She forced back her tears and smiled.
"Cry it out, it'll make you feel better..." I whispered.
"You... can I borrow your shoulder?" She finally couldn't hold back anymore and began to sob silently against my chest.
I didn't say anything more comforting. Perhaps what she needed most right now was to vent; everything last night seemed like a nightmare to her. After a
long while, Teacher Zhao finally lifted her head from my embrace, her eyes still wet with tears, but she seemed much better. At least to me, she had emerged from the nightmare.
"Thank you, if it weren't for you tonight I probably would have been..."
"Don't say it..." I covered her mouth with my hand: "Forget it, those bastards have already been punished."
"Mmm," she nodded obediently, appearing very docile.
We almost simultaneously noticed the two of us embracing. "Ugh!" Teacher Zhao hurriedly pushed me away, her delicate face flushed, her breathing rapid, her head lowered, not daring to look at me, while her hands kneaded incessantly on the sofa.
Because of the close contact, I could clearly see the bright silver lace trim peeking out from her slightly open neckline, her pair of white, full breasts displayed before me.
Almost involuntarily, I hugged her soft waist again. She was quite surprised, staring at me with wide eyes, and asked, "Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"
"Teacher Zhao, I actually wanted to tell you that I like you, I always have..." After saying that, I brought my mouth close to her ear and gently sucked on it. Her body trembled, and she let out a suppressed moan, her voice low and sexy.
"No, we can't do this..." She shook violently from side to side, desperately trying to pry my arms off me.
"Slap!" She slapped me across the face, and we both froze. Ms. Zhao was breathing rapidly, her fair face flushed red, and her high, firm breasts, hidden beneath her nightgown, began to heave violently. Her clear eyes, glistening with morning dew, seemed to drip with allure.
"You bastard, how could we do this? I'm married..."
My hand seemed struck by lightning, instantly frozen in place. Ms. Zhao was married! She was married!
I didn't continue. The evening breeze was slightly chilly as I walked the streets in the early morning, and I felt the atmosphere acutely. Indeed, a gentle woman like Ms. Zhao had no reason not to be married by now. And my own thoughts were one-sided. I had saved her tonight, and she was grateful, but there was no need for her to reciprocate physically. Tonight
, I let go of two women, and for strikingly similar reasons. I didn't know if it was a coincidence or divine punishment. Back home, I explained to my parents, repeatedly promising not to come home late again. In fact, I was leaving the day after tomorrow; I only had a few days left at home, and I wouldn't have the chance to do anything further.
Lying in bed, I was still feeling incredibly down, extremely depressed. I slept until after 10 a.m. when my mom dragged me out of bed again, pulling my ear: "Hurry up, it's the phone, it's for you." "
Who is it?" I was still upset, naturally annoyed.
"..." No one answered.
"Damn it, say something, or I'm hanging up." After waiting for almost thirty seconds, I started to get irritated.
Just as I was about to hang up, a woman's voice suddenly came urgently from the receiver: "Don't hang up, it's me!"
"Lu Manman!?" I really didn't expect it to be her calling me.
"When are you leaving?" She was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Tomorrow, what's up?" I was already feeling depressed, and her call only intensified that feeling.
"I want to talk to you, is that convenient?"
"Now?"
"Yes, I'll wait for you near Chongdemen." She hung up after saying that.
"That woman is always so self-righteous..." I thought for a moment and finally got dressed.
"You're going out again?!" As soon as I reached the door, my mom glared at me.
"Mom..." I had planned to stay home and keep my parents company, but I couldn't find a moment's peace.
"Never mind, you're all grown up now," Mom nodded and said, "Be careful out there."
"Xiaoyu, you're here!" When I rushed to Chongde Gate, Lu Manman was already waiting there.
She must have put on makeup, her hair was styled in a neat, high bun, making her look clean and sharp. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, with slightly upturned corners, adding a touch of allure to her delicate features. She wore a well-fitting dress that accentuated her slender yet full figure. The short skirt reached her knees, revealing her beautiful, shapely thighs without any hesitation.
"Hmm, what is it?" I was in no mood to admire her, so I just asked casually.
"I want to talk to you about something, let's... find somewhere else to talk." She glanced at the passing crowd and said softly.
"Okay, where do you want to go?" I thought for a moment and finally nodded.
"Come with me," she said, leading the way.
As I followed her, I felt increasingly uneasy. The place Lu Manman was taking me to seemed familiar. When I saw the apartment building, I was almost certain of my suspicions. Could it be such a coincidence? I mentally denied it again.
"This is…" I asked again, just to be safe.
"There's an old apartment of ours upstairs. No one lives there usually. Shall we talk for a bit?" she said, her face slightly flushed.
"Okay!" I followed her into the building. I was secretly surprised that Lu Manman lived in the same apartment building as Teacher Zhao, but I hoped we wouldn't run into Teacher Zhao, otherwise it would be awkward for both of us.
"This is your home…!" My mouth dropped open—Lu Manman had led me to Teacher Zhao's place.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Lu Manman looked at me strangely.
"Nothing. Is this really your home? Did you get lost?"
"What are you talking about? Do you think I wouldn't recognize my own home?" she said, walking forward and opening the door.
My mind remained in a daze for a long time. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure out what the relationship was between Lu Manman and Teacher Zhao. But looking at everything familiar in the room, I knew I wasn't dreaming.
"Come in and sit down," she said, moving aside and taking off her high-heeled sandals.
"Speak, what's wrong?" I asked, looking at the woman.
"Xiaoyu, we can't go on like this..."
"What..." Lu Manman's abrupt words left me bewildered.
"I'll treat what happened that night as an accident. I won't hold it against you, and I hope you won't make things difficult for me... There's no future for us." She carefully chose her words, looking at me.
"Hmph," I finally understood completely; this woman was asking for trouble.
"I'm afraid this isn't what you really mean, is it?" I pulled Lu Manman close, drawing her into my arms. One hand slid through her clothes to her chest, cupping her full breasts.
Her voice was trembling with tears as she swayed and cried out, "What are you doing... no... ah..."
"You deliberately brought me to this empty room today, probably just so I'd have my way with you, right?" I grabbed her short skirt and pulled it up, lifting the back of the skirt along the slit to her slender waist.

Chapter 88 Spring Heart Stirring

I could clearly feel her soft, smooth, and elastic skin, especially the two full mounds of flesh on her chest being pressed together, and the alluring heartbeat was transmitted through my hand.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't... let me go... I just wanted to talk to you for a while." When the moment came, she actually began to resist in my arms.
"What are you yelling about!" I slapped her thigh hard. "If you just want to talk to me, anywhere is fine—the park, the city wall, the riverbank. No one will bother you there. Why did you have to choose a house where no one comes?" I asked with a mocking tone.
"You…bullshit, it's not like that at all." Lu Manman blushed and immediately retorted.
"Is that so?" I smiled and turned her around, then grabbed her hand and placed it on my body. Touching that burning heat, she was startled and hurriedly withdrew her hand, denying, "Really, why would I lie to you?!"
This woman, deep down, I still despise her. She wants to be a prostitute and pretend to be virtuous. It's very clear. From the moment she brought me here, I knew she wasn't here to have a heart-to-heart talk, but to make me rape her again. Of course, I don't mind having something happen between this beautiful woman, Lu Manman, but I'm just disgusted by her behavior.
"So what did you call me here to say?" Seeing that she still wouldn't admit it, I figured I had plenty of time and wanted to tease her a bit.
"Well... nothing, I just..." She didn't expect me to stop there, and instead forgot to react, her hands grabbing my body, forgetting to pull down her skirt, leaving her two pale thighs swaying in front of me.
Her fair skin peeking out from her disheveled clothes looked translucent, and I couldn't help but caress it closely. Of course, I didn't use that as a topic of conversation. "Okay, let's just chat casually then. Tell me what you're doing now?"
"I was assigned to the city library as a librarian." This time, she didn't resist, pretending not to notice my hands groping her.
"Wei Jun didn't transfer you to the Civil Affairs Bureau?" I was a little surprised and couldn't help but increase the pressure on my hands.
"It's hard to find a job now, there are too many people using connections, Wei Jun told me to wait, and we'll switch when a suitable position comes up... Ah! You... be gentle!" Lu Manman's cheeks were as red as the sunset, and she screamed.
“Gently…why don’t you say let go?” I laughed again.
“You…you let go!” Lu Manman finally couldn’t hold back and cried out.
“I think you should be the one letting go…” I wanted to trample this woman under my feet again, and I was angry at myself for being so blind to have chosen such a woman as my girlfriend. To be blunt, even Zhang Ting was a hundred times better than her.
“I…” Lu Manman finally came to her senses and realized that her hand was gripping something. She quickly jumped off my lap.
“Haha…” I found her appearance amusing, but my heart ached slightly.
“You…get out, I don’t want to talk anymore, get out!” Lu Manman was so angry that her face turned ashen, and she said through gritted teeth.
I didn’t look at her anymore, straightened my clothes, and walked towards the door. This kind of woman didn’t deserve for me to stay any longer.
“Stop!” Lu Manman screamed behind me just as I was about to step out the door.
I paused for a moment, but continued walking forward.
"Don't go, Xiaoyu!" A hot body rushed up behind me, hugging my waist. "Stay with me, okay? Just for a little while, talk to me!" Her voice was pleading, but I knew it was from the bottom of her heart. The Lu Manman from before was so hypocritical.
"Why did you come to provoke me, and then leave? Xiaoyu, do you know, I hate you, I'll never forgive you. You're a bastard!!"
"Is that so?" I withdrew my right foot, and the two of us stood there in the doorway. I was the one who should hate her.
"Hold me, okay?" A few tears clung to her face, and I wanted to believe they were real.
I sighed, finally unable to resist, and embraced her curvaceous body.
In her panic, she hadn't even straightened her clothes properly; her top was half-undone, and her skirt was lifted up, revealing her long, alluring, snow-white legs. Her mature and beautiful body, full of the charm of a young woman, aroused me greatly.
I wasn't deliberately suppressing my desire, or rather, I just wanted to take what I deserved from Lu Manman. I gently lifted her pretty face, and Lu Manman quickly closed her eyes to hide her impending panic.
In terms of appearance alone, she was a beautiful woman, but being with her in this room… Thinking of last night, I felt a surge of excited anticipation. I lowered my head and sucked on Lu Manman's soft lips, gently plucking this fresh strawberry.
Lu Manman's breathing quickened, her small hands sliding incessantly across my back, emitting intermittent moans: "Xiaoyu, carry me to the bedroom?" Her voice was soft, her jade-like hands gently caressing my body.
"Right here…" I suddenly picked her up, threw her onto the sofa, and pressed my body against hers.
Quickly disarming her, "Mmm…" Lu Manman was caught off guard, letting out an uncontrollable low moan. I grabbed her legs and placed them on my shoulders, releasing my pent-up desires.
Lu Manman's body swayed like a willow branch in a gentle breeze beneath me.
Perhaps the most exciting thing about Lu Manman wasn't physical, but psychological. At this moment, I just wanted to shout, "Wei Jun, look! I'm the master of your wife!"
I gripped her legs tightly, bending them into an arc.
...
"Slap..." I slapped her and put her down. Lu Manman lay panting in my arms, exuding an indescribable languor, her soft arms wrapped around my neck as she leaned against my lap. Her half-long black hair was loose, damp with sweat.
I suddenly remembered what my sister-in-law had done for me, grabbed her hair, and spun her around.
"Ugh..." Lu Manman looked at me in disbelief, trying to break free but I held her firmly. Seeing she couldn't escape, she had no choice but to submit.
As Lu Manman's head movements intensified, the energy in my lower abdomen grew stronger.
Suddenly, I had a premonition, as if someone was watching us through the crack in the door.
"Am I seeing things?!" Lu Manman's actions didn't allow me to think too much, especially since she had just said that no one usually came here.
Indeed, someone was watching: outside the door, Teacher Zhao clutched her skirt tightly, ashamed of the perverse pleasure she was experiencing, as if the woman beside Xiaoyu were herself. The urge deep within her was like a demon, rapidly devouring her soul. She hadn't expected to feel such shame in this situation.
With a low growl from inside the room, she stopped, her body limp, but filled with panic, because Xiaoyu had already stood up. Dragging her weak body, she hurriedly ran downstairs, terrified of being discovered.
"Who?" I hurried to the door, only to see the last glimpse of her disappear at the top of the stairs. It was Teacher Zhao. I hadn't expected it to be her. Although I hadn't seen her face, I was certain I recognized her hairstyle.
"Someone?!" Lu Manman followed, naked, looking towards the door.
"What are you doing?" I was startled and quickly pulled her inside, closing the door behind me.
"Did someone see you?!" She noticed my expression and immediately became uneasy.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Who?!"
"Me!"
"You...you deserve a beating!" Lu Manman reacted, playfully punching my chest.
"Let me punish you," I immediately grabbed her hand.
"No, I don't have the strength..." she quickly begged, then cautiously asked, "Was there really no one there?"
"No, it was the wind!" I pressed my lips to hers again. I believed Teacher Zhao wouldn't say it aloud; at most, she would only warn Lu Manman privately.
Zhao Lan ran downstairs in a panic, still reeling from the passionate scene. She had planned to come home after class to make lunch, but as she reached the door, she saw two figures panting inside. She immediately recognized Lu Manman's voice. She initially thought Wei Jun and Lu Manman were just looking for excitement while no one was home, and was about to leave quietly when she heard another man's voice. This infuriated her, and she prepared to rush in and catch them in the act. However, she was shocked to see Xiao Yu through the crack in the door.
She was stunned; she never expected Xiao Yu to be here, and with Lu Manman…
Her mind went blank. The scene of Xiao Yu embracing her last night was still vivid in her mind. In fact, she felt a pang of disappointment after she scolded Xiao Yu and he let go. Now, seeing him in her room with another woman, she instinctively felt resentful. But what she saw next made her watch with a strange feeling. Good heavens, Xiaoyu was torturing her like this, using his mouth… Seeing the pained expression on Lu Manman's face, she instinctively felt pleasure. This was a typical example of building one's own happiness on the suffering of others. Eventually, her body also became aroused.
When Xiaoyu noticed her, she fled hastily like a thief, afraid of being caught.
Walking on the sidewalk, many people stared at Teacher Zhao. Her slightly disheveled hair made people think something unpleasant had happened.
“Girl, are you sick?” Suddenly, a voice rang in her ear.
“Ah…” Teacher Zhao suddenly woke up, realizing that many people were pointing and whispering about her. She quickly tidied her hair and said, “I’m fine,” then ran away quickly.
What’s wrong with me? I was just catching someone cheating, why am I panicking? She looked incredulous, her heart pounding. She could imagine that tonight would be another sleepless night.
She spent the entire afternoon in self-reproach and shame, regretting not using the school's teachers' housing and instead choosing to eat there. Couldn't she have eaten the cafeteria food?
"Teacher Zhao, are you alright?" a female teacher asked with concern.
"Oh, I'm fine, just a little dizzy," she replied, startled back to reality. She realized she was currently in the office grading student essays.
Seeing the several thick red lines she had drawn on the essays, she was at a loss for what to do. Damn it, it was all because of that embarrassing thought she had—she had ruined a perfectly good essay.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. She wrote on the underlined section: "That part is quite vivid, the description is lifelike, making the reader feel as if they are there. Very good!"
"Like being there, very good?! Why did I think of that again?"
"Teacher Zhao, I have class next period, so I'll leave now. If you're dizzy, don't hold it in, go home early," the female teacher carefully reminded her as she left.
"Oh, I see!" Teacher Zhao nodded and closed her composition book.
They should be gone by now, right? This was the first time she'd come home from work this late. She both hoped they'd left quickly so they wouldn't feel awkward, but she also felt a sliver of anticipation, hoping to see them again.
Reaching her doorstep, her emotions remained conflicted. She opened the door to find the house spotless, with no trace of their presence.
A wave of disappointment washed over her. Sitting on the sofa, touching the soft plush fabric, she couldn't help but think that the two of them had made love here that morning; Xiaoyu's warmth should still be there.
That girl, Lu Manman, how could she do this? Bringing a man to her place? What does she think this place is? I'll never give her a key again.
But how could she know Xiaoyu? Last night, Xiaoyu clearly said he liked me. Could it be that he came to see me, and Lu Manman happened to be at my house, and then the two of them... That's too fast! Manman isn't that kind of girl. Could it be that Xiaoyu forced her...? Yes, it must be that bastard. If I hadn't insisted last night, I probably would have lost my virginity.
She's such a bastard! But Manman, why didn't you resist?
As expected of a Chinese teacher, she's already pieced together a very strange scenario in an instant. Of course,
I didn't know that I had become a demon in Teacher Zhao's eyes. I was happily walking home when I saw a food shop on the roadside, so I went in.
I bought a few bottles of chrysanthemum essence and two packets of white sugar to take home for my parents. I'm leaving soon, and compared to my parents, there's so little I can do. Buying some things is a way of showing filial piety to them; otherwise, my mom would definitely not buy them because she's worried about the money. Finally, when I passed a street stall, I bought Shao Han a green crystal bracelet. I think it would look very pretty on the little girl.
Sure enough, after I brought the things home, my mom grumbled for a long time about wasting money, saying we already had enough nutritional supplements at home. But since I'd already bought them, she could only complain; I couldn't return them now. Shao Han, on the other hand, was very happy to receive my gift and, when no one was looking, kissed me on the cheek.

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