The mistress teacher I know

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This happened over ten years ago, and it was the prettiest time I ever met. Her name was "n". We met on QQ; I don't know if we added each other because we were in the same city or in a chat room. At the time, I was managing a server room in a state-owned enterprise in a remote mountain village. The server room was essentially an internal network, completely isolated from the internet. Firstly, internet access was underdeveloped and there was no demand for it back then; secondly, it was for internal company confidentiality, and mobile phones couldn't access the internet at all; GPRS was just becoming popular. To provide internet access for the leaders, we specially set up a small room with an ADSL connection for three computers. But we couldn't just go to the leaders' server room every day. Five or six high-ranking leaders would occasionally go, and we couldn't always see me there… Strangely, the server room for external internet access wasn't far from my office, separated only by a corridor, and both rooms had thick glass. The router in the external internet room had Wi-Fi. But desktop computers didn't have wireless network cards back then, so we bought one. Surprisingly, even after removing the antenna from the wireless router, the signal was still pretty good. Many of the high-ranking leaders were technically inclined; seeing the antenna on the router, they knew there was a problem. So we unplugged the antenna, and I guess no one pursued the matter. Back then, mobile phones basically didn't have Wi-Fi, so no one knew. Then, since my own computer couldn't access the internet, I plugged the wireless network card into an unused local network machine, configured the router, and used remote desktop. If someone came, I could just close the remote desktop – perfect… For video chatting, I even got a webcam and microphone. Sometimes at night, I'd search high and low on the machine connected to the wireless network card, like looking for a needle in a haystack, to see if anyone was video chatting.

That's how I met N. Back then, people were willing to video chat; now, people who aren't familiar with each other probably wouldn't. It shows that trust was much higher back then. Now there's all sorts of secret filming and recording; back then, we didn't even think of such sophisticated methods. The first thing I said when we started video chatting was, "She's so beautiful." Actually, she was the most beautiful person in my list of over 20 contacts. Since she was so beautiful, I was naturally more cautious. I asked her if she had any men in her family. She said yes. Damn, she's playing me! I quickly stopped chatting; I didn't want to cause trouble. She laughed and called me over. It turned out to be a little boy, her son. Okay.

We chatted slowly, and I learned a little about her background. She came from a mountainous area in northern Guangdong, worked hard to get into a teachers' college in this central city, and stayed in the city to work as a primary school teacher. My income was meager, and my network was practically nonexistent. Later, I gradually came to terms with it. Through tutoring students, I got to know many parents, and eventually became their mistresses—sometimes even their third mistresses. The man was a wealthy businessman who owned a large supermarket. Then I worked with him, managing the store and finances. This was so different from my life experience. Besides my curiosity, I was also drawn to her beauty. Back then, webcams didn't have any beauty filters, not even a tiny bit. The resolution was poor, but the realism was precious. One night, while working overtime, I said I was hungry, and she offered to bring me food. Haha, I knew she wasn't serious, but she was willing to chat with me because she saw I had some writing skills and education, a world apart from her man. She hoped I could write down her experiences. It was a win-win situation. Was I like the reporter in *The Great Gatsby*, witnessing a power struggle within a wealthy family? She began describing her pride in supporting this man, her harmonious relationships with his first, second, and fourth wives. The first wife, though uneducated, had a daughter whom she cared for meticulously. Her son with the man also brought her pride. Most importantly, she was the most beautiful, so the man almost always took her out to social events. Her happiest moments were accompanying the man on these outings, with a bunch of security guards saluting her. What did she do in her spare time? She ran a roadside clothing shop. Later, I learned this was the best way for mistresses to launder money and pass the time. She said she'd bring me late-night snacks. I said I couldn't accept, but she insisted, "Yes, a beautiful woman driving a sports car to deliver late-night snacks, let's see if you can handle it." I thought about it and agreed, but vanity also played a part. We chatted a few times, and finally, I got tired from working overtime. Her child wasn't around, so she said she'd come pick me up from get off work. Well, we live deep in the mountains, and the roads are secluded. She actually came. She was exactly like the woman in the video: long hair, tall, sweet, and with a great figure. She did drive a sports car, but not a Ferrari or Porsche; it was a popular South Korean brand back then, later known as a "mistress car." It was my first time sitting in it, and the license plate was really cool. During our first meeting, we didn't actually do anything; we just chatted casually. She drove around for a bit, then dropped me off near an overpass two blocks from my house and drove off. I felt a little lost when I got out. I definitely couldn't handle a woman like that. We continued chatting. She talked about how she was jealous, fought with men, and how men would run away only to come back, because she was the most beautiful, sensible, and presentable. She said the men's families were powerful and wouldn't allow her to become their legal wife, which was a source of distress for her, but things were alright for now. Speaking of the cool license plate, she mentioned that the head of our vehicle management office wanted to sleep with her and was going to get her a four- or even five-digit consecutive number, but she refused, so she got a much more understated but still impressive license plate. I remembered my nephew works in the police force, so I asked him to check the license plate. Turns out, he'd changed his name; the original was really old-fashioned. But his hometown and job were genuine. She was definitely not scheming towards me; we were from completely different parallel worlds, so she didn't need to be wary of me.

Finally, we arranged our second meeting. It was a weekday, and I made up an excuse to take the morning off. But she kept changing her mind, and I didn't want to be stood up after booking a room. She couldn't decide, so she said, "If you're a man, book a room first and wait for her." Frankly, that was the first time I'd ever booked a room for a woman. It was almost noon, and I'd booked a decent chain hotel in the city center. It wasn't booked until after 10 am. Waiting for her was both nerve-wracking and exciting. She finally arrived around 11 am. She'd eaten late for breakfast, and I'd forgotten I was hungry. I turned on the TV, watched for a few minutes, and then she gestured for us to hug. After hugging, she told me to wait a moment because she was taking off her earrings—long, jingling earrings. Then she took off her clothes to get a massage. She did have a great figure; despite having given birth, her abdomen was flat and smooth without a single mark. Her breasts were large, and her areolas were light. I wasn't shy and kissed her. But… when I kissed her down there, there was a slight plastic smell because her underwear was the kind that's very smooth; afterwards, I thought it felt like plastic. I was really nervous, so my performance wasn't great, and I completely forgot to check if her breasts were real, or if they were still firm when she lay down. I completely forgot about that. We stayed until after 1 a.m., didn't eat, and hurriedly checked out. Back at work, I was still shaken. I kept the small paper bag containing my room key for years. We never saw each other again. Actually, I was scared. Her man was so powerful; I didn't want to die. Several years later, we still kept in touch on QQ. She probably went to the Northwest with her man to explore new lands. Her online name was something like "If Love Lasts Forever," and she posted a bunch of beautiful photos. Looking at them made me feel a little melancholy. I remember her singing "White Fox" to me on the phone, saying she was the white fox, having cultivated for a thousand years to meet me. That was just a joke. The last time we contacted each other was when she called me. I was in my wife's car at the time. She said she'd been losing 5000 yuan a day playing mahjong for the past few days and asked me to check if the other two players were cheating. This was straight out of a Hong Kong drama! I don't have that kind of supernatural ability. We haven't had any contact since. Crossing boundaries like that is too dangerous. So from then on, my most important principle was safety and reliability. I had to understand a person's job, career, family background, and marital relationship before I would even start a relationship. Otherwise, even if she were an angel, I wouldn't touch her.

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