Qi Chuyan Lost Lamb

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Chapter 1: The Seeds of Disaster Lurking

A sharp, piercing bell rang, and students who had been laughing and playing in the hallway

filed into the classroom, taking their seats. The spacious, bright classroom instantly fell silent.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor echoed in the quiet hallway as a long-

haired beauty entered the classroom. "Hello, students! " The long-haired beauty, named Qi Chuyan, greeted the students; she was the English teacher for this class. As she spoke, she placed her lesson plan on the podium, her hands resting naturally on her lower abdomen, and scanned the students with a serious expression

. " Hello, teacher!" the students replied in unison. After a long pause, a boy's voice, drawn out , rang out from the back row, echoing in the classroom. Qi Chuyan knew whose voice it was; it was so familiar. It was the same voice every time she taught . There was no way around it; it belonged to a student famous throughout the school. His notoriety wasn't due to his academic excellence, but rather his mischievousness and numerous misdeeds. Drinking, fighting, cheating on exams, bullying male students, harassing female students— in short, he was involved in nothing good, only a ton of bad deeds. No teacher in the school wanted to mention his name; just thinking about it gave them a headache. Yet, his status was different from other students; he was the son of a school board member, so naturally, no one dared to offend him. Everyone knew that this troublemaker would be going to Australia soon, and that he was just here to brush up on his English and coast along. "Zhao Weihan, did you finish your homework yesterday?" Qi Chuyan's face showed a hint of anger. Although she, like the other teachers, found this troublesome, as a teacher, she had to maintain her authority in front of the whole class. Knowing that this kid failed to finish his homework eight out of ten times, she figured this would be no different; if he said he hadn't, she'd make him stand in the hallway as punishment. Today she was in a bad mood, brimming with anger, just waiting for this kid to walk right into her trap. "Reporting to Teacher Qi, it's done!" Zhao Weihan chuckled, looking rather cheeky . This was somewhat unexpected; had the sun risen in the west? She had originally planned to use this as an excuse to kick the kid out of the classroom, but suddenly she had no reason, leaving Qi Chuyan feeling dejected, like a powerful punch landing on cotton. Qi Chuyan was just 23 years old this year. After graduating from teachers' college, she stayed home unemployed for half a year before coming to this school to work as an English teacher. This was a private school located in Changping District, Beijing. Although the school hadn't been established for long, it had a very high starting point, renowned far and wide for its software, hardware, and especially its teaching staff. Many of the students here were children of wealthy families, and quite a few were children of celebrities; in short, families without sufficient wealth couldn't afford to send their children to such a prestigious private school. The school employs a bilingual teaching system and has several foreign teachers from Australia. Normally, a recent graduate like Qi Chuyan wouldn't be qualified to start teaching immediately; she's the youngest and least experienced teacher in the school. If it weren't for her father knowing someone in the school's academic affairs office and pulling strings, she'd probably still be unemployed. These days, teacher graduates are plentiful, but how many can find a satisfactory job? The environment here is better, and the pay is even better. Qi Chuyan secretly rejoiced countless times; finding such a satisfying job right after graduation was truly a blessing from her past life. One of the school's major shareholders is Zhao Weihan's father, who used to own coal and iron mines, making an unknown amount of money—reportedly worth hundreds of millions. With his wealth, he wanted to transform his nouveau riche image into that of an aristocrat , investing in this private school. Since he had so much money, investing in education was like doing charity. The school claims to be a Sino-Australian joint venture, and graduates have priority to study in Australia. In fact, the so-called Australian shareholder was Zhao Weihan's father. Because he planned to immigrate to Australia with his family, he donated a considerable sum to a local university during a trip there , facilitated by local friends, and obtained authorization to operate the school. It was essentially a profit-driven business transaction, something both parties were well aware of. Fortunately, Zhao, a self-proclaimed aristocrat, didn't skimp on the school's investment, especially in hiring a principal, administrators, and faculty. With a strong academic foundation and a large student body, the school thrived. Zhao Weihan's parents have essentially settled in Australia in the past two years and had their son join them. Zhao Weihan 's English was truly terrible. In fact, it wasn't just English; this kid had never seriously studied a single day of school since he was a child. His elementary and middle school graduation exams were disastrous. If his father hadn't spent money to smooth things over for him, he'd probably still be in elementary school. It wasn't that Zhao Weihan was stupid; on the contrary, he was quite clever, but he just didn't follow the right path. He wouldn't learn anything good, but he was naturally good at everything bad. Although his parents were forcing him to study , Zhao Weihan preferred his independent and carefree life. Anyway, he had plenty of money, and he was always surrounded by a group of good-for-nothing friends, drinking and chasing girls—a truly carefree life. Spoiled and pampered since childhood, his parents knew they gave him an ultimatum: he had to go to Australia by this summer at the latest, or they would cut off his allowance. Zhao Weihan knew he couldn't fight city hall, so he could only make the most of his remaining months in China and indulge himself to the fullest. Zhao Weihan, who initially had no interest in sitting in the classroom every day, suddenly developed an interest in school a few months ago. Although he was still mischievous on campus, he rarely skipped classes anymore. These changes stemmed from the arrival of the beautiful new teacher, Qi Chuyan. From the day Qi Chuyan first came to class, Zhao Weihan was as excited as a hunter who had spotted his prey , his hormones surging. Whenever Qi Chuyan had a class, he would be restless and unusually excited, seizing every opportunity to attract her attention. In fact, Zhao Weihan didn't need to act this way at all. Even if he sat quietly without saying a word, Qi Chuyan wouldn't ignore him. Because although this kid's academic performance was terrible, he wasn't entirely useless. It's unknown what kind of good fortune he accumulated in his past life, but his parents gave Zhao Weihan an outstanding face and appearance: sunny, handsome features...

His sharply defined features rival any celebrity. His brows possessed

the handsome features , yet without any trace of effeminacy, exuding a uniquely masculine air. His bright, piercing

eyes always shone with a commanding gaze, while a mischievous smile perpetually played on his lips, making his

entire expression indescribably captivating. And that wasn't all; this young man was easily over 1.8 meters tall, with broad

, thick shoulders and long, straight legs. Every pore of his body seemed to radiate masculine power.

When Qi Chuyan first saw Zhao Weihan, she was immediately struck by his striking good looks; it was a

shame he wasn't a male model. Having repeated a year in junior high, Zhao Weihan was the oldest student in his class; while

the others were six or seven, he was already eight. However, despite being only eight, he already resembled a fully grown man,

standing out like a crane among chickens among his still immature and inexperienced classmates.

Qi Chuyan dreaded standing face-to-face with Zhao Weihan. At 1.65 meters tall, she was

n't short for a woman, but facing Zhao Weihan, she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. His

eyes, full of playful slyness, were also so intensely hot, as if trying to pierce her very being. Coupled with that

ever-present mischievous smile, his handsome face was almost unbearable to look at directly. Looking at him for too long

made her feel uncomfortable, even causing her ears to burn and her heart to race. As a teacher, Qi Chuyan maintained a dignified presence in front of all

her students , but this dignity

vanished instantly in Zhao Weihan's presence. No matter how hard she tried to maintain this posture, under his condescending gaze and burning eyes

, she would blush and blush after only three sentences, her upward gaze instinctively shifting

away. But the more she tried to escape, the more he seemed to find opportunities to speak to her. He would either be in the classroom after class

or in the classroom office. Sometimes, when they bumped into each other on the playground, he would stop her and

find all sorts of excuses to talk to her, making Qi Chuyan feel uncomfortable time and time again, yet she couldn't do anything about it.

In the first few months after she came to the school, Zhao Weihan wasn't too bad, but recently, he had started to escalate

his behavior. Qi Chuyan could sense that Zhao Weihan was intentionally getting close to her, because before,

the excuses he used to ask her were about vocabulary and grammar, and although she knew that those questions were completely unnecessary

to ask the teacher, she couldn't really say anything. But recently, things were different. Zhao Weihan's

excuses for talking to her had become all sorts of things. All sorts of excuses unrelated to studying would appear, from reminding

her to add or remove clothes due to weather changes, to asking if she had eaten breakfast in the morning, or whether there was braised chicken legs in the cafeteria at noon, etc. In short, he was concerned about everything,

just like a close friend. However, Qi Chuyan actually appreciated this caring concern, and sometimes

she was even a little touched. Although she was Zhao Weihan's teacher and five years older than him, she sometimes felt

like a little girl in front of this student. Perhaps women are naturally drawn to men's

affection , especially a stunningly handsome young man, particularly with that inexplicable, rebellious, and slightly

mischievous look in his eyes and smile, which slowly eroded Qi Chuyan's will like a poison.

The 23-year-old girl, who had just entered university, was past the age of naivety, but still

relatively inexperienced . Having received a good upbringing, Qi Chuyan was simple and kind, and always

rather conservative and reserved in matters of the heart. It wasn't until her second year of university that she experienced her first real love.

Pursued by a senior in the physical education department and captain of the university's basketball team, she began her first romantic journey.

It was a relationship that lasted only a year; after dating for six months, Qi Chuyan finally gave her precious virginity to her boyfriend after much pleading

. But once a man gets what he wants, he no longer

cherishes it. Qi Chuyan, experiencing sex for the first time, was unable to satisfy her boyfriend's intense desires. They barely maintained

their relationship for another six months before he hooked up with another girl. Although the girl wasn't as pretty as Qi Chuyan,

her allure and seduction were unmatched. Long after their breakup, Qi Chuyan still hadn't

recovered from the emotional setback, feeling immense regret and

sadness . From then until graduating from university, Qi Chuyan never accepted any boy's advances.

Qi Chuyan was exceptionally confident in her looks and figure. Since high school, she

had no shortage male admirers. Especially after turning two, she blossomed into a captivating and radiant beauty.

Even without makeup, she attracted the envy of her friends, who

jokingly said they didn't want to go shopping with her, not wanting to be a mere backdrop for this stunning beauty. Joking aside,

Qi Chuyan was secretly delighted. Countless times she had gazed at her reflection in the mirror, admiring her beautiful and alluring face

for a long time. Even more remarkable was her height of 1.65 meters, coupled with an enviable

figure : full, perky breasts, a slender waist, rounded hips,

and long, straight, shapely legs. Her skin was as smooth and delicate as jade, as if God had exceptionally favored her, creating such a

flawless goddess. Because of this, the self-admiring Qi Chuyan possessed a mysterious,

proud nature, and few of her suitors could move her heart.

Leaving behind her student days and starting a new life, three months ago, Qi Chuyan finally let go of her painful

past and began a romantic relationship with a man. This man was her colleague, Tan Ruifeng,

a 28-year-old math teacher at the same school. He was a decent person, with excellent professional skills,

but he was overly honest and even a bit dull—a typical STEM nerd. According to him, Qi Chuyan was

his first girlfriend in 28 years. At first, Qi Chuyan didn't quite believe it, but as they dated, she

gradually came to believe him, because he was more like a male colleague than a boyfriend. When they were together,

he rarely even held hands. Even

in romantic settings, he would only hug her or give her a light kiss, and only if she half-heartedly offered herself to him. Once, while they

were kissing on a park bench, his hand accidentally brushed against her chest. Out of female shyness and

reserve , Qi Chuyan let out a soft moan and pushed his hand away.

What was meant as a symbolic gesture of resistance turned into a flustered apology from him, as if he had committed a grave mistake, leaving Qi Chuyan...

Chu Yan was inwardly amused and exasperated, but dared not say anything. From then on, her boyfriend never touched her

sensitive areas again, his behavior becoming utterly bland. Countless times, Qi Chu Yan longed to

grab and caress her breasts, even roughly fondle them, but her wooden-like boyfriend

dared not cross the line. How could a proud and reserved woman like herself possibly demand

anything ? Gradually, Qi Chu Yan lost interest in this bland relationship.

Several times, she even considered breaking up, but couldn't find a suitable reason. Personality clashes?

Lack of common ground? Too vague, unconvincing. Lack of passion? That's not a valid reason for breaking up,

at least not from a woman's mouth. Aside from being overly honest and reserved, her boyfriend was very good to her, always

obedient and reliable, readily available. Such a man would be a perfect husband;

she would never have to worry about him betraying her. Aside from lacking romance and understanding of women's true

desires, there's really nothing else to criticize. But what if she doesn't understand romance and passion? Her first boyfriend was both

romantic and passionate, but what happened? He cheated, betrayed her, and hurt her. Whenever she thought about these things and

compared the two of them, Qi Chuyan gave up the idea of breaking up. At least for now, she had just started working, and everything was still unstable

. She could maintain the relationship for now and deal with things later.

But ever since she noticed that Zhao Weihan's attitude towards her had changed, Qi Chuyan felt

increasingly lost. In fact, Zhao Weihan's image would often appear in her mind, intentionally or unintentionally. That aggressive

gaze and that mischievous smile—this bad boy always reminded Qi Chuyan of her first boyfriend. He was just as

tall and strong, just as sunny and handsome, just as full of masculine energy. In fact, Zhao Weihan was much more handsome than her

first boyfriend, and his unruly and rebellious nature was so unique. Like

opium , even knowing it's poisonous and should be avoided, it's always unforgettable and hard to let go of, like an addiction

.

Perhaps a woman can never forget the first man in her life, despite the

pain and hurt he brought. The more piercing the pain, the harder it is to erase from memory. And now, her boyfriend is

so honest and dull, so clueless about romance. Sometimes Qi Chuyan even feels secretly saddened. If only her boyfriend had even a tenth or a fraction of

Zhao Weihan 's mischievousness! Why do the men she meets always have to be

the two extremes?

Although she often thinks of Zhao Weihan unintentionally, even comparing him to her boyfriend, Qi Chuyan never considers

what this bad boy could do to her. After all, she's his teacher, five years older than him. It's natural for a teenage

boy to like beautiful women, and it's not necessarily a bad thing if he tries to talk to her more. At least this

annoying troublemaker hasn't been overly mischievous or

embarrassed . Anyway, this kid will be immigrating and leaving school soon, and then all these

worries will be gone

. However, Qi Chuyan noticed that Zhao Weihan's attitude towards her had become increasingly strange lately,

even bordering on outrageous, completely exceeding the normal communication expected between a student and teacher.

One day last week at noon, Qi Chuyan got her lunch from the cafeteria window and had just sat down when Zhao Weihan followed her, plopped down

opposite her, glanced at the lunchbox on the table, and said, "Teacher Qi, is this all you're eating?

Will you be full?"

Qi Chuyan said irritably, "Is it any of your business how much I eat? You should focus

on your studies instead.

You can't say that. Can't a student care about their teacher? Teacher Qi, if you don't eat enough, you

'll be hungry, and if you're hungry, you won't have the energy to teach, and if you don't teach well, it will affect our learning. Wait,

are you going to say that if it affects your learning, you won't get good grades, and it will hinder

your future education?" "It might even affect your future development?"

"Yes! Teacher Qi thought of this too?" "So, if you don't eat your fill, the consequences will be serious

." "I only eat this much, don't worry, it won't affect the lecture." Qi Chuyan

rolled her eyes at by this cheeky little rascal.

"Teacher Qi, are you on a diet?" Zhao Weihan showed no intention of leaving,

continuing his teasing. "

So what if I am? So what if I'm not? It's none of your business. If you have nothing to do, hurry up and go to the classroom." She

already had little appetite, but this kid kept teasing her endlessly. How was she supposed to eat? Qi Chuyan

said with a hint of anger. "

Teacher Qi has such a slender figure, why would she need to diet? Look at you, your complexion isn't as rosy as before

. Haven't you been resting lately?" Zhao Weihan looked Qi Chuyan up and down, his gaze lingering on her face,

seemingly concerned.

If these words had come from her boyfriend, Qi Chuyan would have been moved to tears. But

coming from this naughty boy, her student, made it sound incredibly strange and awkward.

It completely crossed the line of a student's concern for their teacher; the wording, tone, and expression were all so

ambiguous.

"Enough, Zhao Weihan, you've been going too far lately. Don't forget, I'm your teacher

!" Qi Chuyan said, getting up, picking up her lunchbox, leaving the stunned Zhao Weihan behind, and turning to leave the cafeteria.

For the next few days, Qi Chuyan gave Zhao Weihan a cold shoulder, making him stand in

the hallway . The boy behaved himself for a few days, not bothering Qi Chuyan anymore. Qi Chuyan was secretly pleased,

thinking she had regained her dignity as a teacher, and that the naughty boy was now afraid of her.

But this didn't last long. Yesterday after class, Zhao Weihan chased after

Qi , saying he had something to say to her. It was right after class, and the hallway was bustling with noise. Zhao Weihan whispered

something , but Qi Chuyan didn't hear it clearly. She covered her ear with her hand, leaned forward, and asked, "What did you say?" "I

didn't hear

you," Zhao Weihan replied, leaning closer to Qi Chuyan's ear. "I just said, 'Teacher Qi, you look better in black stockings .

'" He then looked up, his eyes first glancing at Qi Chuyan's legs, before

his signature mischievous smile returned.

Although Zhao Weihan's voice wasn't loud, Qi Chuyan heard him clearly, but she couldn't believe her eyes.

Qi Chuyan's ears were stunned, momentarily unable to process what was happening. In that brief moment of hesitation, Zhao Weihan leaned down again and

whispered in Qi Chuyan's ear, "Also, could you perhaps wear shoes with higher heels next time? Such beautiful legs

would be perfect with high heels." He then glanced down at Qi Chuyan's legs again. "

Zhao Weihan, you're going too far! What are you thinking about all day? If you keep doing this,

I'll..." Qi Chuyan snapped out of her daze, took a step back, and

angrily tightened her arms around her lesson plan folder, as if the boy in front of her was about to strip her naked. She had originally

intended to say, "If you keep doing this, I'll call your parents!" But in her anger, Qi Chuyan

suddenly realized that Zhao Weihan's parents were abroad, and even if they came to the school,

what difference ? So she swallowed her words halfway through. After glaring at Zhao Weihan, she turned and stormed

off to the office.

"Teacher Qi, wait, there's something I forgot to tell you!" Zhao Weihan's voice called from behind.

Then, the boy caught up and blocked Qi Chuyan's path again.

Qi Chuyan knew this naughty boy had nothing serious to say, but he stood in front of her

like , blocking her way. She tried to dodge left and right, but was blocked both times. Knowing she couldn't

escape immediately, she stopped, glaring angrily at Zhao Weihan, her body instinctively retreating. But the further she retreated, the more the boy pressed

closer. Before Qi Chuyan could react, her back was pressed against the stairwell wall, with no way

to retreat.

"Zhao Weihan, what are you doing?" Qi Chuyan looked up at the handsome

face so close to hers. His aggressive eyes, filled with a playful and cunning look, seemed to pierce her very

soul. The anger on the woman's face had turned into fear, and even her voice trembled

slightly .

Zhao Weihan, one hand in his pocket and the other against the wall, held the stunned and helpless female teacher in the narrow space between

himself and the wall. The navy blue school uniform, styled like

a suit, looked slightly tight on this tall boy; his broad shoulders and thick arms seemed about to burst the uniform open. The suffocating masculine

strength pressed down on Qi Chuyan's nerves. Every pore of her skin seemed to tremble and open in shock,

like a lamb cornered by a butcher, waiting to be slaughtered.

"Teacher Qi, don't be so nervous. I won't eat you. Just say one thing, and I'll leave.

What do you mean? You...you tell me!" Qi Chuyan turned her head away, her beautiful eyes lowered,

unable to meet the boy's gaze. She could feel her

face burning red with anger, shock, and embarrassment, her cheeks feeling like they were on

fire.

"There's something else I need to tell you. You're really beautiful, truly captivating. Hmm, but your underwear

seems a bit conservative. You'd better wear a thong next time, otherwise there will be marks on the back.

It will make us daydream and lose our focus during class, how can we study well then?"

Zhao Weihan leaned down, his mouth almost touching Qi Chuyan's ear, and whispered.

His breath, almost nakedly provocative, entered the woman's ear, and

the ticklish sensation instantly sent shivers down her spine. Qi Chuyan's mind went blank.

As a teacher, being teased by her own student in public, in front of all her students

, was utterly shameful. She wanted to slap him or righteously rebuke his

lewd behavior , but she couldn't muster the courage, and couldn't even utter a single word.

Time seemed to freeze. Qi Chuyan, her eyes tightly shut, hoped that the students around her hadn't

noticed her, and that the naughty boy in front of her would quickly finish what he wanted to say so he could let her go.

But Zhao Weihan, like a cat that had just caught a mouse, seemed to enjoy teasing and

playing with his prey. Not only was he in no hurry to release Qi Chuyan, but he also gently blew a breath into the woman's ear.

Ah~~~~ Qi Chuyan hugged herself tightly, turned her head to one side, and shrank her neck, trying to avoid the boy's teasing. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, her features contorted in pain, and beads of sweat

began to appear on her forehead . "Teacher Qi, you are so charming... I like you." The words coming from her ear were like sweet whispers from a lover . Although the voice was soft, it made Qi Chuyan's trembling body instantly stiffen. As soon as the boy finished speaking, he opened his mouth and bit the woman's earlobe, sucking on the soft earlobe between his lips. Qi Chuyan felt a sudden heat on her earlobe, a tingling electric current making her legs weak and almost causing her to collapse. "Ah~~~ Let me go!" Stunned by the sudden assault, Qi Chuyan pushed away the boy pressing down on her with all her might, darting away from Zhao Weihan's grasp. Head running towards the office. The clatter of her high heels echoed crisply in the noisy hallway. Zhao Weihan leaned against the wall, savoring the soft, fragrant touch of his beautiful teacher's earlobe on his lips and tongue, while staring at her retreating figure. The two round buttocks encased in her gray suit swayed with each step , captivating and seemingly brimming with boundless vitality. A lewd smile played on the boy's lips; a small tent had already formed in the crotch of his tight suit trousers. The lingering scent of the woman's ear seemed to remain in his nostrils . Zhao Weihan took a deep breath, his hands in his pockets, eyes closed, savoring the aroma . Qi Chuyan didn't know how she spent the entire afternoon; her mind was a jumbled mess. Thinking about what had happened in the hallway, she could hardly believe it was real. She only knew Zhao Weihan as a bad boy with a long history of misbehavior, often harassing female students, but she never imagined he would harass her , and she was powerless against him. If the students found out, how could she be a teacher? She'd lose all her authority! Even if her boyfriend found out, it wouldn't be good. Thinking of her boyfriend, Qi Chuyan decided to go to him for help. To everyone's surprise, upon hearing showed no anger. Instead, he casually offered a few words of comfort, saying that the boy was notoriously unruly, his father was a school board member, and no one could do anything about him; he would be leaving school soon, so just bear with it, and no one would dare to do anything to him, etc. It was true that her boyfriend was honest and upright, but when his girlfriend was being harassed, he was so hesitant and indecisive...

His submissive and lacking of masculine spirit was even more upsetting to Qi Chuyan than being harassed. Unable to

get her boyfriend's protection, Qi Chuyan went to the registrar's office to complain.

The registrar's name was Qin Zhengren, a nearly five-year-old lewd boy. His lewdness wasn't just about

his appearance: short and stocky, with a large belly and a perpetually greasy head.

A few sparse strands of hair clung to his shiny scalp, making one want to pluck them clean. He had a mouthful of

yellow teeth, loved to laugh loudly, and his pungent breath could knock a person off balance.

Despite his name, Zhengren, he was anything but a gentleman. He had previously

taught at three schools in the city, all of which resulted in disciplinary action for having inappropriate relationships with female teachers. He was brought in as the registrar

because . After all, he was middle-aged and had been entrusted with important responsibilities by the school board. He had been relatively well-behaved at

the school , and although he hadn't relapsed into his old ways, the teachers all knew about his infamous past

. Privately, they all spoke of him with utter contempt and disdain.

If she hadn't been forced to, Qi Chuyan would never have bothered to approach Qin Zhengren; she would normally avoid him like the plague.

But this matter was too infuriating, and her boyfriend refused to stand up for her, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and

knock on the door of Ren's office. "

Little Teacher Qi, come in, please come in!" Qin Zhengren greeted her with a broad

smile , his chubby face beaming with joy. Qi Chuyan was a great beauty at the school; her

father had gotten her here through his connections. From the first moment

Qin Zhengren he was filled with lust and his heart was filled with desire. However, he was hampered by the fact that this beauty had only recently arrived at the school, and he hadn't had a suitable opportunity

to make a move. If he acted rashly, he might end up losing more than he gained, offending her father and losing his job.

Therefore, Qin Zhengren had to suppress his burgeoning lust, but he kept a close eye on Qi Chuyan in secret

, fantasizing countless times and wiping his drool countless times, racking his brains to find an opportunity to make a move on this

swan meat beside him. Today, he didn't expect this beauty to come to him herself, and the old lecher was naturally overjoyed. "

Qin Renhao, are you free now?" Looking at this lustful figure walking towards her,

Qi Chuyan felt a wave of nausea. She suppressed her disgust and forced a smile as she asked.

"Yes, yes, I was just thinking of talking to you." "Sit down," Qin Zhengren said warmly,

putting his arm around Qi Chuyan's slender waist and pushing her towards the sofa. The curve where the woman's slender waist

met her rounded buttocks was naturally beautiful, and even through the suit, one could still feel

its exquisite texture. Qin Zhengren immediately conjured an image in his mind: Qi Chuyan, stripped naked

, pinned beneath him, moaning softly, writhing in pleasure. Her curvaceous and incredibly alluring

body , under the thrusting and ravaging of his penis, lay on the bed like a lump of mud, covered in

his semen . "

Qin Ren, you sit down too," Qin Zhengren said, his mind still in a fantasy, when Qi Chuyan's words

interrupted his thoughts. He suddenly realized that Qi Chuyan was already sitting on the sofa, while he was still standing there like an idiot.

"Oh, sit down. What's up?" Qin Zhengren hurriedly put away his lecherous expression,

replacing it with a friendly smile from a leader to a subordinate, and sat down next to Qi Chuyan, asking.

In the spacious three-seater sofa, Qi Chuyan sat on one side, while Qin Zhengren sat in the middle, his knees almost

touching her legs. His large, fat head was leaning forward, and a faint stench of bad breath wafted from him. Qi Chuyan

shifted uncomfortably back, her buttocks already touching the armrest of the sofa, and straightened her back as she spoke: "Qin

Ren, it's like this..."

Qi Chuyan stammered as she recounted the events, of course, she

couldn't describe the specific details or Zhao Weihan's explicit language, but she hoped to get the leadership's attention and have Zhao Weihan strictly

disciplined to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

It's already difficult for a woman to talk about sexual harassment, let alone being harassed by a

student . What's worse, she had to tell this to such a repulsive old lecher. Qi Chuyan

felt extremely uncomfortable, and by the end, she was starting to regret coming here. Although she didn't meet Qin Zhengren's gaze,

Qi Chuyan could feel that the old man in front of her was staring at her lustfully, his piercing

gaze feeling as if he had already stripped her naked. Beads of sweat began to appear on Qi Chuyan's forehead, her

face flushing and paling in turns.

Qin Zhengren remained silent, enjoying the rare opportunity to sit so close to this beautiful woman. He

could smell the fragrance emanating from her, a delicate perfume that, like a feather, tickled his

senses, a pleasant, tingling sensation.

The woman, forced to the far end of the sofa, straightened her back, but her head was turned to one side, her eyelids lowered,

her long eyelashes framing her hands. Her alabaster-white, delicate hands, fingers intertwined

, nervously rubbed against her knees. The skirt of the suit had slipped down to her thighs,

revealing a section of thigh more than ten centimeters long between the hem and her knees. The snow-white flesh, seen through the thin flesh-colored stockings,

shimmered under the sunlight streaming in from the window. The shimmering pearlescent sheen of the stockings further accentuated this

hazy fleshy hue, making it dazzling and mesmerizing. Qin Zhengren was practically mesmerized, his mouth slightly agape,

drool practically dripping from his lips.

Qin Ren and Qi Chuyan had already finished recounting the events, but hadn't received

a response for a while, so she turned around in confusion and began to speak. But she was only halfway through her sentence when she noticed Qin Zhengren's fixed gaze

on her exposed thigh, his expression one of utter revulsion, which she found utterly disgusting. She quickly tugged at her

skirt, awkwardly shifting her position.

"Ah? Oh, I see. I understand now." Xiao Qi, I think you shouldn't worry too much about this

. After all, Zhao Weihan is a teenager, and

it's normal for him to like pretty girls. He's usually quite carefree and undisciplined; this is just him expressing his feelings for you,

he hasn't done anything too outrageous. He's still a child, and as his teacher, you should be more tolerant and

supportive . Of course, I will find an opportunity to criticize him, as he has indeed been a bit inappropriate. However

, you know his father is on the school board, so we can't be too harsh on him. Anyway, he'll be going to Australia soon

, so just be patient with him a little longer.

Qi Chuyan grew increasingly disheartened. These bland words of comfort were strikingly similar to what her boyfriend had said.

Although Qi Chuyan hadn't repeated Zhao Weihan's exact words, nor mentioned that he had kissed her earlobe,

she knew that even if she did, she wouldn't gain their understanding or sympathy; it would only add to

her embarrassment. Since neither her boyfriend nor her boss could offer support or help, further words were pointless.

"Alright then, Qin Ren, I'll go now," Qi Chuyan said, standing up to leave. "

Aren't you busy? I wanted to talk to you about work." Qin Zhengren

wasn't about to let this rare opportunity slip away.

"Some other time, I have class later," Qin Ren said, not wanting to suffer in that room any longer

. Using his class as an excuse, he quickly turned and fled from Ren's office.

The office door had been closed for a while, but Qin Zhengren was still sitting on the sofa, gazing at Qi Chuyan's

two , a look of utter ecstasy on his face

. Because the school was located in Changping, far from the city center, it was a boarding school, and the teachers also had

dormitories . However, the school didn't have a strict rule; if someone wanted to live at home, they wouldn't interfere. Qi Chuyan didn't have

her own house yet; she had always lived with her parents in southern Beijing, dozens of kilometers from the school,

so she had to live at school and only reunite with her parents at home on weekends. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, had bought a house in

Xiaotangshan, Changping, not far from the school, so he usually lived there. When Qi Chuyan and he first started dating,

this property, so close to the school, was one of the factors that satisfied her, thinking that after they got married, they would have a

convenient place to live for work. Although the school's faculty dormitories were quite nice, with double rooms and ensuite

bathrooms, almost like a hotel, it wasn't as free and comfortable as living at home. Qi Chuyan had even hinted to her boyfriend twice that

she wanted to stay at his place, but that blockhead, whether he didn't understand or was intentionally avoiding the question, remained unmoved. Since

the man didn't respond, Qi Chuyan couldn't bring herself to say it directly, so she had no choice but to make do in the dormitory.

That evening, Qi Chuyan wanted to wash up and go to bed early; so many worries during the day were making her feel increasingly

bad. But her roommate, Sister Xu, kept nagging her. Sister Xu, in her forties, was a math

teacher and worked in the same academic affairs group as Qi Chuyan's boyfriend. Sister Xu had been the matchmaker for them,

so although they weren't the same age, Qi Chuyan had always been very close to Sister Xu, and they could talk about anything. But

today, she had no desire to chat at all. She had originally wanted to confide in Sister Xu and ask for her advice, but

then she thought, what difference would it make even if she told Sister Xu? It was already embarrassing enough, and she figured it would just be the

same old comforting words in the end. Who could blame her when Zhao Weihan had such a powerful father? Who would dare offend him?

Qi Chuyan could only feign a headache and say she wanted to rest early, which finally silenced Sister Xu.

It was late spring, early summer, and the weather was starting to get warm. Despite only having a thin blanket, Qi Chuyan

felt restless and irritable. The more irritable she became, the less she could sleep. She lay awake in the darkness, tossing and turning, her mind filled with the events of

the day : Zhao Weihan's lewd behavior, her boyfriend's weakness and indifference, Qin Zhengren's

lustful gaze—all of it mixed together like a tangled mess, impossible to unravel. For a

naive 23-year-old girl, so inexperienced in the ways of the world, all of this had suddenly become a devastating blow

.

Sister Xu on the bed next to her was already snoring softly, fast asleep, but Qi Chuyan couldn't fall asleep at all.

Her chaotic mind was filled with wild, rambling thoughts. At first, I felt a little

sad but strangely, I didn't feel particularly heartbroken. Instead, the image of Zhao Weihan, that bad boy,

occupied more space in my mind. The image of that dull, weak man gradually blurred, while the image of that

irreverent, unruly, and incredibly handsome bad boy, with his cynical and rebellious blood flowing through his veins,

became clearer and clearer.

He's only 8 years old, yet he acts so boldly, openly, and unscrupulously in front of women.

What will become of him in the future? I wonder how many girls he'll ruin. But

why do I kind of like his boldness and openness? Shouldn't men be this brave? At least, he's much better than a block of wood

! Damn it! What's wrong with me? He's just a little hooligan, a bad boy that no one can educate. How

can I compare my boyfriend to him? My boyfriend loves me, he's just too honest and dutiful. But I can't blame him.

Nobody's perfect. Qi Chuyan rolled over, the thin blanket almost kicked to her feet, most of her body

exposed , yet she still felt hot.

No, that little hooligan humiliated me in public like that! No one else can control him, I have to find

a way to teach him a lesson. I can't let him continue like this. It's too much! Saying those things was

n't enough, he even dared to kiss my ear! Thinking of

the ear that had once been kissed by that bad boy, Qi Chuyan subconsciously reached out and pinched her earlobe. Cool and smooth, soft and tender, like

a marshmallow. As her fingers kneaded her earlobe, she inexplicably recalled

the tingling, itchy electric current she felt when it was sucked into the boy's lips.

That feeling was so wonderful; deep in her memory, that almost forgotten pleasure seemed to be instantly awakened

. Since breaking up with her first love, Qi Chuyan hadn't experienced the joys of sex for several years.

Three years of single life was incredibly

difficult nothing seemed amiss, but only Qi Chuyan knew

the countless sleepless nights filled with anguish and torment.

A faintly awakened desire made Qi Chuyan even more aroused; she longed to strip naked and

take a cold shower. Behind her, Sister Xu's snoring rose and fell evenly, not loud, but like rolling thunder,

striking Qi Chuyan's eardrums. Her fingers, which had been kneading her earlobe, slowly slid down to the front of her nightgown. The two buttons at her chest

were undone, and her full, swollen breasts, freed from the buttons, stretched the neckline wide open.

Qi Chuyan, her eyes tightly closed, trembled as she slipped her small hand inside her pajamas, cupping one breast in her palm,

pinching the nipple between two fingers, and gently kneading it.

Soft moans escaped her nose, revealing the beautiful teacher's inner

turmoil . Qi Chuyan rarely masturbated; as a pure girl, she considered it a very sordid act. Furthermore

, the emotional wounds from her breakup with her ex-boyfriend had lingered, gradually suppressing her physical desires

. Tonight, however, she didn't know what was wrong; a burning desire spreading from within made her crave comfort above all else.

A restless body. Unconsciously, her breasts had been thoroughly kneaded, but the more she rubbed,

the . Her mouth dry, Qi Chuyan breathed rapidly, her lips slightly parted. One hand continued kneading her breasts,

while the other slipped inside her pajama bottoms.

Oh, I want to kiss her, I want to… mmm… Her fingers, probing her underwear, parted

her pubic hair, reaching the small clitoris hidden in her groin, pressing and rubbing it with her fingertips. Her lips were

already moist, sticky fluid smeared on the clitoris, and her fingertips, lubricated by the slippery love fluid,

drew circles faster and faster. A wave of pleasurable sensation surged through her body, stronger and stronger, almost uncontrollable. That

long-lost pleasure seemed even more

intense than the beautiful memories of the past that had gradually faded from her mind. At this moment, the woman, slightly dizzy from the pleasure, was completely unaware that what she

was fantasizing wasn't her dull boyfriend, but a handsome face with a sly smile on his lips.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her moans grew louder without her realizing it. Just before the climax

, Qi Chuyan, lost in ecstasy, was startled awake by Sister Xu's question: "Xiao Qi,

what's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, I... I just had a nightmare. It's nothing." Suddenly

jolted back to reality from her pleasurable illusion, Qi Chuyan hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself, turned to look at Sister Xu,

and answered calmly.

"Oh, a nightmare? It's good that you're alright. I just turned over and vaguely heard you saying

something faster, faster,' I thought you weren't feeling well, it scared me to death! Go back to sleep." Sister Xu

yawned and turned away.

Startled and drenched in a cold sweat, Qi Chuyan's heart pounded. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gripping

the blanket tightly, lying motionless, afraid to move again. The darkness of the room concealed the blush that had spread across her pretty face to

her ears, but it couldn't hide the growing restlessness in her heart

, as if she were suspended in mid-air. She didn't know how much time had passed before she finally fell asleep, just before dawn. She was woken up by Sister Xu in the morning

, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She had many classes during the day and had no choice but to get up. After a shower, she felt

much . Sister Xu had already gone to the cafeteria, leaving Qi Chuyan alone in the room to change.

The teachers' uniform skirt suit was mandatory; the school stipulated that both students and teachers must wear

the same attire. The gray suit skirt suit was a very nice style, flattering and making her look both energetic and

capable. Qi Chuyan liked it very much. As for the rest of her outfit, the school didn't have any strict rules; shirts, shoes, and socks

were left to the teachers to choose themselves.

After showering, Qi Chuyan had already put on a set of lingerie and done some simple makeup. She opened her wardrobe,

intending to find a pair of stockings to change into. The lingerie drawer was overflowing with various styles of underwear and stockings.

Always mindful of her appearance, Qi Chuyan, more so than most women, paid attention to the quality of her underwear.

She picked up a pair of black stockings, then suddenly remembered what Zhao Weihan had whispered in her ear, and

froze .

He had said he liked seeing her in black stockings. "Hmph, you little rascal, so young, already staring at

what kind of stockings women wear, your head is full of lewd thoughts! You like that? I'll show you!" Thinking

this , Qi Chuyan put down the black stockings and changed into a pair of flesh-colored ones. Her legs, now in stockings, were straight, long,

white, and shapely—she liked them herself.

Not just that little rascal, any man would like them, she thought, feeling pleased with herself .

After admiring her legs for a while, Qi Chuyan chose a fuchsia shirt and put on her uniform skirt. After getting dressed, Qi Chuyan

stood in front of the full-length mirror, twisting her body from side to side to admire herself. The beauty in the mirror was so radiant and

captivating.

Suddenly, Qi Chuyan noticed a faint mark left by her underwear on the back of her skirt, near the peak of her buttocks.

Actually , Qi Chuyan, who was very conscious of her appearance, knew that she should wear thongs with tight-fitting skirts, and

indeed, she had several pairs of thongs in various colors in her wardrobe. However, she didn't like wearing them. That narrow strip of fabric

was uncomfortable, digging into the tender flesh of her vulva, leaving her buttocks completely uncovered, almost as if she weren't wearing underwear at all.

Besides, she wore this skirt suit every day, and it would be really difficult to get used to wearing uncomfortable thongs every day

, so she usually wore regular underwear. Even "regular" was actually quite narrow;

to avoid leaving a mark on the back of her skirts, her most comfortable cotton underwear had basically disappeared from her wardrobe, and

most of her underwear was made of thin Lycra or lace. She had noticed before that there were often

panty , but they weren't very noticeable, and besides, they were mostly seen by teenagers who didn't know any better,

so she hadn't thought it was a problem. But today, when Qi Chuyan saw the panty lines on the back of her skirt, she suddenly

felt they were very unsightly. The more she looked at them, the more awkward they felt; they were glaringly obvious.

"Have I gained weight recently? Has my hip gotten bigger? Or has the skirt shrunk?" Qi Chuyan wondered

to herself , while Zhao Weihan's whispered words echoed in her ears: "Your underwear seems

a bit conservative. You should probably wear a thong next time, otherwise there will be lines on the back. During class, it will make

us all have impure thoughts. That

little rascal, always staring at what stockings I'm wearing or noticing my buttocks, what a pervert!" Although she thought this angrily, Qi Chuyan hesitated: "It seems these teenagers aren't little kids anymore. If that little rascal noticed, won't the others notice too?" That wouldn't be good. The thought of dozens of eyes staring at the panty line on her back as she studied with her back to the students filled Qi Chuyan with embarrassment and shame. She quickly took off her skirt and panties, finding a black lace thong to change into. " Students, next year you'll be facing the college entrance exam. The workload is heavy. Even if you plan to study , you should still build a solid foundation in English. Therefore, I hope you will seize every opportunity to study hard and focus your energy on your studies, not being distracted by things unrelated to your studies. In today's class, we'll first review the key points we learned the previous two days, and then we'll have a short quiz." Qi Chuyan's face was serious, her expression and tone completely different from her usual amiable demeanor. The classroom was silent. The students exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why their usually smiling, beautiful teacher seemed like a different person today. Qi Chuyan's words were mostly directed at Zhao Weihan, emphasizing the importance of focusing on studies...

When she said "don't get distracted by things unrelated to studying," she specifically stared at Zhao Weihan and emphasized her words.

She had originally wanted to find a reason to kick this naughty boy out of the classroom and make him stand as punishment, but unexpectedly, he had actually finished his homework

.

Without a reason to lash out, Qi Chuyan could only pretend to address the whole class, subtly warning

him.

This little hooligan dared to flirt with her yesterday; today she'd teach him a lesson he shouldn't mistake for Hello Kitty.

After a brief review, the quiz papers were handed out. These kinds of quizzes were

already commonplace for the second-year high school students. Everyone was engrossed in answering the questions on their papers. The quiet classroom was filled

only with the rustling of writing

. The classroom, decorated entirely according to Western standards, had tall, wide, floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the bright

morning sunlight, making the room exceptionally bright. The wooden lectern, located under the window in a corner of the classroom,

was wide and large, positioned at a 45-degree angle to the classroom. The teacher, sitting behind the desk, had a clear

view . At this moment, Qi Chuyan was sitting behind the lectern, head down, grading students' assignments. Suddenly,

her phone beeped with a text message : "

Teacher Qi, are you wearing a thong today? Good (grinning). But why are you still wearing stockings? Where are my

favorite black stockings? (frustrated) Also, are your shoes the same as yesterday? Change to a pair of heels!"

A string of text and emojis made Qi Chuyan both embarrassed and angry. Before opening the message, Qi Chuyan already knew it was

from Zhao Weihan. To facilitate communication between teachers and students, they had added each other on WeChat,

but this was the first time Qi Chuyan had received a message from Zhao Weihan, and she hadn't expected it to be like this. This

guy not only didn't restrain himself at all, but he went even further, actually sending flirtatious messages in class! This was

unacceptable!

Putting down her phone, Qi Chuyan walked to Zhao Weihan's desk in the last row. Without a word, she crossed her arms,

her face dark, and stared at the grinning boy. The students, engrossed in their exams, were unaware of what was happening, whispering amongst

themselves and glancing at the two.

Qi Chuyan glanced at the phone in Zhao Weihan's hand, then reached out and

gave him a low but stern command. Zhao Weihan, still grinning, obediently handed over the phone. "

Come to my office after class," Qi Chuyan said quietly, taking the phone from his hand before turning to the podium.

The students continued working on their papers, and the classroom fell silent again.

Sitting down behind the podium, Qi Chuyan placed Zhao Weihan's phone on the desk. As she lifted her hand, she suddenly noticed that

the phone's wallpaper was a picture of herself. Qi Chuyan picked up her phone and examined the image closely. In the picture

, she was standing sideways in front of a dark room, holding a laser pointer in one hand and a textbook in the other, presumably answering

a student's question. She wondered when the photo had been taken. The image itself was quite good; she

looked like a typical beautiful teacher, exuding an intellectual aura.

Qi Chuyan glanced up at Zhao Weihan in the back row, surprised to find him also looking at her. Their

eyes met for less than a second before Qi Chuyan blushed and quickly lowered her head. This naughty

boy paying so much attention to her! A sense of panic washed over her:

how many photos had he secretly taken of her?

After class, Qi Chuyan, carrying the students' answer sheets, hurried to her office. Pushing open the door, she saw

two workers in overalls dismantling a wall-mounted air conditioner unit. A new air conditioner lay on the floor

, tools scattered everywhere—a scene of utter disarray. A few days ago, I heard that the principal had contacted a sponsor to

replace the air conditioners in the school offices for free. I didn't expect the rumor to be true. Although the current air conditioner is only a few years old,

its cooling effect is very poor. With the new one, we won't have to worry about being cold in winter and hot in summer anymore. It's just that the room is

filthy; there's almost no room to step.

Qi Chuyan frowned, stepped over the tools scattered on the floor, placed the papers she was holding on her desk, and

was about to sit down for a drink of water when Zhao Weihan pushed open the door and came in.

At this moment, besides Qi Chuyan and Zhao Weihan, there were only two workers left in the office. Zhao Weihan

looked at the workers focused on their work, walked up to Qi Chuyan, and said with a grin: "Teacher Qi, I'm here

. Give it back to me,

you know you were wrong?" For some reason, Qi Chuyan, who had initially intended to give this kid a good scolding,

suddenly lost her courage upon seeing his grinning face. Even her simple question came out

in a soft, weak tone, lacking any sternness. "

I know, I shouldn't have taken pictures of you, teacher." Zhao Weihan scratched the back of his head,

looking .

"You're just admitting your mistake like that?" Qi Chuyan was so angry she didn't know what to say, her face flushed red. "

Teacher Qi, don't be angry. I didn't take any bad pictures of you. I deleted the ones that weren't good.

Actually, Teacher Qi, you're so beautiful, you look good no matter how you're photographed, hehe,

not doing your job properly! You smooth talker! How many pictures did you take? Delete them all right now

! I was planning to post them someday. You're much prettier than those goddess-level teachers

. Once I post them, Teacher Qi, you'll definitely become an overnight sensation

! You dare!" "If you're going to do this, I'll hand your phone over to the principal right now.

Taking pictures of teachers doesn't violate school rules, and the principal can't do anything to me."

Faced with this unreasonable and stubborn person, Qi Chuyan really had no choice. Since force didn't work,

she tried a softer approach. "

How about this, you can take pictures of me, but we'll make a trade. You can't post these pictures of me

online. I don't want to be some kind of goddess teacher. If you agree, I'll give your phone back.

Hmm, that's more like it. Okay, I agree. Give it to me." Zhao Weihan

said with a satisfied smile, holding out her hand.

"Also, you're not allowed to send me those random messages in class anymore." Qi Chuyan

took out Zhao Weihan's phone and held it in her hand.

"Hmm, okay, I won't send them in class .

What do you mean? You can't send them at other times either! Those things, those words, shouldn't you say them? If you have that energy,

use it to study . Why can't I say them? Does a teacher interfere with a student's freedom of speech? Besides, didn't you listen to some of

what I said ?"

As she spoke, Zhao Weihan glanced at the workers, leaned over, and whispered in

Qi Chuyan's ear: "I know you changed into a thong today, hehe."

"If you keep doing this, I'll throw your phone out the window!" With that, Qi Chuyan pushed open

the window, held up her phone, and glared at Zhao Weihan. "

Teacher Qi, this is my personal property! Even though it's not worth much, you can't just throw it away like that. It's not good if it hits

the flowers and plants !" Knowing Qi Chuyan wouldn't actually throw it, the scoundrel, with

a shameless air, mocked her with lines from a movie, continuing, "Even if you throw it, I'll just buy

another one . You can't stop me, can you?"

Qi Chuyan trembled with anger, but she was caught in a dilemma—throwing it or not throwing it.

Her face, flushed red, turned white, then red again, and tears welled up in her eyes, making her look helpless and

pitiful .

"Alright, alright, Ms. Qi, don't cry. I'll apologize." Zhao Weihan knew

he had gone too far. He had teased this beautiful teacher enough; if he didn't give her a way out,

she would be hard to win over later.

Since the bad boy had offered a way out, Qi Chuyan had no choice but to give up. She tossed her phone onto the table, plopped

down in her chair, turned her head away, and ignored Zhao Weihan.

Zhao Weihan picked up his phone, put it in his pocket, and casually pulled out a paper package tied with a ribbon. He placed it on the table in front of

Qi Chuyan and said, "Ms. Qi, this is a little gift for you, as an apology to

the bad boy." This gesture completely surprised Qi Chuyan. She turned her head,

her eyes , looked at the paper package, then at the boy, and said, "I don't want it. Take it and leave

." Zhao Weihan, still grinning, waved to Qi Chuyan and said, "Ms. Qi, I'm leaving. Goodbye."

Then he turned and walked out of the office.

Two workers had already removed the air conditioner unit and were wrapping the refrigerant pipes of the new machine with tape. Qi Chuyan

wiped away her tears, feeling incredibly wronged and angry. She had intended to teach this brat a lesson, but

she had been at a disadvantage from beginning to end. This wasn't a teacher educating a student; she was being completely led by the nose by this little hooligan.

Qi Chuyan hated her own weakness, but she couldn't think of any way to turn

the tide against this kid

. The paper package in front of her was thin, with pink wrapping paper and a pink ribbon—it looked quite pretty. Qi Chuyan

picked up the package and weighed it in her hand; it was very light, so it shouldn't contain anything valuable. Tearing open the wrapping paper, she

found two unopened packs of brand-new black stockings inside. The card beneath the transparent packaging bag featured a half-naked

blonde woman with long, slender legs clad in sheer black stockings. The stockings had

a lace trim over ten centimeters wide at the top, quite beautiful, and paired with ultra-high-heeled sandals, she exuded unparalleled sexiness and allure. "

That little rascal! Not only did he verbally harass me, but he also sent me something like this! It's outrageous!"

Qi Chuyan's anger hadn't subsided. She was about to throw the stockings in the trash can when she hesitated. People were coming and going in

the office ; she wouldn't be able to explain if someone saw it. Besides, there was nothing wrong with the stockings themselves;

they were indeed very pretty, and it would be a waste to throw them away. Thinking that she had already put them down, she

decided .

Qi Chuyan put the stockings in her drawer. She didn't have class next period, so she opened the test papers and began grading.

However, her anger hadn't completely subsided, and she couldn't concentrate on the papers in front of her. The workers

were making a racket, banging and clanging, which was even more annoying. Xing packed up her papers, grabbed her lunchbox

, and headed to the cafeteria.

It wasn't officially mealtime yet, and there were only a few teachers in the cafeteria. Qi Chuyan found a corner and quickly finished her

meal. She hadn't slept well the night before and was too lazy to go back to the dorm, so she took the opportunity to nap. Half-asleep ,

she noticed the cafeteria starting to get

noisy how long she'd been dozing off, but when the cafeteria gradually quieted down, Qi Chuyan suddenly woke up. Looking at her watch,

it was almost 1 p.m. Remembering she had classes in the afternoon, she hurriedly ran to her office. Pushing open the door, she didn't

watch her step and stepped on a wrench, stumbling and bumping headfirst

into an old air conditioner unit. Qi Chuyan cried out in surprise, almost falling, and rubbed her sore calf, wincing. Looking up

, she couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn it! The fall

on my leg wasn't too bad, but my stockings have a small tear, a run that

stretches upwards and downwards. Even though they're flesh-colored stockings, it's still incredibly unsightly. Looks like these

stockings are ruined.

" Qi Chuyan glanced around the office. Her colleagues were probably all in class, and the workers

weren't there either; they were either out for lunch or working in other offices. The room was empty.

"These workers! What kind of manners do they have? They don't even clean up after themselves! The more

I'm in a rush to class, the more unlucky this happens," Qi Chuyan muttered in frustration. Looking again at her torn stockings,

going to class like this was obviously inappropriate, but there wasn't time to go to the dorm to change. Just as she was about to take off the torn stockings and

go bare-legged, she suddenly remembered the two pairs of brand-new stockings still in their packaging in the drawer. After a slight hesitation, she thought:

Anyway, there's no class with that brat this afternoon, so even if I wear those, he won't know. I'll just

use this as a temporary fix; I can always buy a matching pair and return them later .

There wasn't time to think about whether this was appropriate; class was starting in a few minutes. Qi Chuyan opened the drawer,

took out a pair of stockings, ran to the women's restroom stall, and quickly took off the torn ones and put on the new ones.

The sheer black stockings were of excellent quality and superb elasticity, perfectly

conforming . The natural indentations at the knees and ankles, and the fleshy curves of her calves and thighs,

were clearly defined and shapely under the sheer black fabric. The lace trim around the top, more than ten centimeters wide, was

particularly beautiful, and the anti-slip rubber strips lining clung tightly to her thighs, leaving a

shallow indentation. The almost transparent black stockings not only failed to conceal the snow-white skin of her legs,

but the glimpses of her fair skin, shrouded in the black stockings, added a touch of nobility and mystery, making her incredibly sexy.

After putting on the stockings, Qi Chuyan smoothed her skirt, walked out of the cubicle, went to her office, picked up

her lesson plans, and headed towards the classroom. As she walked, she glanced down at her swaying legs, finding them increasingly beautiful.

Her proud vanity seemed to increase slightly, and she naturally puffed out her chest.

The afternoon passed quickly; after teaching several classes, a slightly tired Qi Chuyan could finally sit down in her office.

She took a sip of water and a breather in the office. Although the new air conditioner was installed and the tools had been taken away, the office was still

a mess. Leftover tape, plastic pipes, and other trash were scattered everywhere. She wondered

when would come to clean this office. Qi Chuyan, who loved cleanliness, wanted to clean it herself, but after a long day

, she was too lazy to move. Picking up the ungraded exam papers, she suddenly noticed a layer of dust on the desk. This was simply unbearable for the clean-loving

Qi Chuyan. She frowned in disgust, quickly stood up

, and dusted herself off, completely losing her motivation to work. She took out her phone, intending to call her boyfriend.

"Great shot! Awesome!" Cheers erupted outside the window. Qi Chuyan looked down.

On the basketball court below, several boys were playing basketball, surrounded by male and female

students watching. Every basket was met with cheers and shouts of approval.

Qi Chuyan opened the window, and the gentle evening breeze blew in, seemingly improving her mood. She put her phone

back in her pocket, crossed her arms, and watched the intense basketball game downstairs. Her mind drifted back to her

university days, and to her unforgettable first love,

Zhao Weihan. "You cheating bastard!" she thought, cursing a boy who had been defending with his arms outstretched,

completely fooled by Zhao Weihan's skillful feints. Watching Zhao Weihan slip past her like an eel and make a layup,

she was panting and cursing. Zhao Weihan laughed, tossed the ball to the boy, and said, "I'm not

playing with you guys anymore!" He then grabbed his bag from the sidelines and headed towards the bathroom.

Several girls watching behind her called out, "Don't go! Who are we going to watch if you leave?

This bad boy isn't good at studying, but he plays basketball really well, no less so than him!" Qi Chuyan shook her

head, trying to banish the image of her first love from her mind. Sighing, she closed the window, picked up a stack of papers,

and headed towards the classroom.

The sun had already set, and the sky outside was gradually darkening. It was past dinnertime, and Qi Chuyan

wasn't hungry at all, nor did she plan to eat. She had almost finished grading the papers and intended to finish them in one

go, then head straight to her dormitory to rest early. She had just spoken to her boyfriend on the phone; he was in another class upstairs,

tutoring a few students, and said he would come down to find her when he was done. The hallway was much quieter than during the day;

most classrooms were dark and locked, empty. Only two or three classrooms still had their lights on, with a few

students needing extra help staying in the classrooms for individual tutoring. Occasionally, a few teacher-student conversations would echo intermittently in the

empty hallway

. "Oh, Teacher Qi, what are you doing here? I was just looking for you in your office!" A head peeked into the half-open door

; it was Zhao Weihan, still with his usual playful smile, seemingly overjoyed.

As he spoke, he slipped in and locked the classroom door behind him.

"Zhao Weihan? What are you doing here? Do you need something?" Qi Chuyan, who was focused on grading papers,

instantly became

alert .

Wearing a t-shirt and shorts, Zhao Weihan walked to the teacher's desk, chewing gum, and

chuckled, saying, "Nothing much, just wanted to ask Teacher Qi if you like the gift I gave you?" As he spoke,

he peeked under the desk. Suddenly, as if discovering a new continent, he exclaimed, "Oh my, you're already wearing it

? Looks like you really like it!" "Yeah, that's right, you've changed your thong, and you're wearing black stockings too. Teacher Qi,

you're becoming more and more like my goddess!" he chuckled, leaning over the desk

and looking under it with a look of surprise and greed in his eyes, making Qi Chuyan's skin crawl.

Only then did Qi Chuyan begin to regret her actions. She shouldn't have been so foolish as to change into those stockings. What a coincidence!

How could this guy have seen them? Qi Chuyan grabbed her skirt, trying to cover her thighs, while frantically moving

the swivel chair under the table. She stammered, "No, no, it's not what you think.

I originally wanted to return them to you. I didn't mean to wear them, but..." Embarrassed and flustered

, Qi Chuyan didn't know how to explain further. That sudden accident in the office couldn't be explained in a few

words . Even if she could explain it, such a coincidence was hard to believe, even to herself

. The more anxious she became, the less she knew how to phrase it, wishing she could disappear into the ground. "Alright,

Teacher Qi, why are you trying to hide it? Since it's a gift, you're supposed to wear it.

I just didn't expect you to like it so much and change into it that very day, Teacher Qi, you know that?" "I'm so

happy ! If I'd known you were this nice, I wouldn't have been angry with you." Zhao Weihan rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward,

and looked at the embarrassed Qi Chuyan. His last sentence sounded like a genuine sentiment. The

boy, who had just showered, still hadn't completely dried his hair. His handsome face, so close to hers, was clean and refreshing , not at all unpleasant. A faint scent of sweat, shower gel, and the minty sweetness of chewing gum wafted over. " I told you it wasn't what you thought. My socks were torn before, so..." Qi Chuyan still wanted to clarify things. If she wasn't cleared up, she'd be utterly wronged. A teacher accepting a gift from a student , especially from such a scoundrel, and she seemed to really like it, even wearing it that very day. If outsiders found out, she'd be impossible to clear her name. "Shh!" Zhao Weihan put his index finger to his lips and said, "It doesn't matter if you wore it because you liked it . The important thing is that you accepted my gift. This is the first gift. I will give you many more gifts in the future . If you don't want my gifts, I will return them to you. Just focus on your studies, stop making me angry, and stop bothering me. That's the best gift you can give me." Since it's hard to explain, let's not worry about sex anymore. Let this kid think what he wants. In short, we can't let him have any more improper thoughts. " Teacher Qi, let me give you a bag. Do you like Gucci or LV?" Zhao Weihan seemed not to hear Qi Chuyan's words at all. He tilted his head and looked at her with a sincere expression, as if he was just waiting for Qi Chuyan to nod so he could run out and buy it for her. " Zhao Weihan, what exactly do you want? I am your teacher. Not only do you disrespect me, but you also make me angry time and time again. Now it's getting more and more outrageous. Others may not dare to do anything to you, but I have to discipline you properly." As she spoke, the embarrassed female teacher's face turned red, her pretty face filled with anger. Why are you so serious? What do I want? It's simple, I want you to be my girlfriend.

"What did you say?" Qi Chuyan could hardly believe her ears, yet she

clearly . She had long suspected this rascal had no good intentions, but she hadn't expected it to escalate to such a blatant

confession. Her pretty face instantly flushed crimson. "

I said I want you to be my girlfriend, is that not allowed?" The boy's playful expression had

vanished , replaced by a serious one.

"Zhao Weihan, you've gone too far! Get out of here!" Qi Chuyan jumped up from her chair

, pointing at the classroom door and shouting.

"Shh, keep your voice down, there are people outside. It's not good if they hear." Zhao Weihan resumed

his nonchalant, sly grin, straightened up, put his hands in his shorts pockets, and whispered.

"You know it's embarrassing if people hear, right? If you know it's shameful, then don't do shameful things." Qi

Chuyan realized she had raised her voice in anger and lowered it. Although the classroom door was closed and the

soundproofing was good, the spacious hallway still carried very clearly, and any sound coming from

outside would likely be heard if other classrooms had their doors open. Just as the words left his mouth, footsteps and

the sounds of several students talking echoed in the hallway. Clearly, one class's tutoring session had ended.

The footsteps faded, and silence returned. Zhao Weihan plopped down on the teacher's desk, tilting his head, and said, "

Teacher Qi, don't you want to be my girlfriend? I'll make you very happy

!" "Stop it, Zhao Weihan! You're still a student! All you think about is this? How

can you study well? Look at you, where's your student behavior? Let me tell you, I already have a boyfriend. Even

if I didn't, I wouldn't be your girlfriend. Give up on that idea!"

This righteous rebuke didn't deter the boy. Zhao Weihan changed the subject, saying, "

Teacher Qi, don't you think we're destined for each other?" "Look, your name is Qi Chuyan, and mine is Zhao Weihan.

We have an inseparable connection from thousands of years ago!" The boy's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he tilted his head

to look at Qi Chuyan.

"What do you mean? What connection from thousands of years ago?" Qi Chuyan didn't quite grasp the meaning, but the boy's words

piqued her curiosity, and she asked疑惑地问道.

"Teacher, huh? You don't even know the Seven Warring States?" The boy smirked,

swinging .

"The Seven Warring States?" Qi Chuyan paused for a few seconds, then realized, after this kid's explanation

, she discovered it was indeed quite interesting. "Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, and Qin, historically known as the Seven Warring States.

Qi Chuyan and Zhao Weihan's names contain the names of six states from the Warring States period. Although they sound the same, it's

still quite a coincidence. No wonder he just said it was a connection from thousands of years ago." This kid is usually so ignorant, but

unexpectedly he has some historical knowledge, though it's a pity he's not on the right path. "

So what? It's just a coincidence, what connection from thousands of years ago?" "You're clearly just making excuses and

drawing a far-fetched conclusion." Even though she secretly thought it was a coincidence, so what? Qi Chuyan pouted,

sat back down in her chair, and turned her head away from him, though her anger had subsided considerably. "

Look," Zhao Weihan

said, leaning down as if it were a serious matter, "we're like the six Warring States. That Qin Zhengren is always trying to bully and eliminate us; he's our common enemy. So we must join forces to resist this external enemy." He spoke mysteriously, his voice low and seemingly unrelated. Qi Chuyan hadn't thought of that annoying Qin Zhengren before, but now that he mentioned it, she chuckled. "It's really true," she thought, "the seven Warring States are all here. That sleazy guy is the most powerful and influential; isn't he the common enemy of teacher and student?" It's truly a coincidence that things don't always go as planned. The more Qi Chuyan thought about it, the more interesting it seemed. She turned her head and looked at the smug, mischievous boy beside her, feeling both annoyed and amused. She said, "You! How could you even think of that? Even so, I won't be your girlfriend. " Although she had been rebuffed, this bad boy, who had been pursuing girls since junior high, wasn't about to give up on his prey . This little lamb, whom she had repeatedly humiliated, teased, and forced to back down , finally smiled at her. That smile was so sweet and charming; just that slight smile was enough to make one's body go weak and heart race. Zhao Weihan was almost dumbfounded, feeling a ticklish, itchy feeling in his heart. The bright fluorescent light in the classroom shone on Qi Chuyan's upturned face. Her lightly made-up face had a blush that hadn't faded from her fair skin, making her incredibly delicate and alluring. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her bright eyes sparkling, clear and transparent, possessing a pure yet mature charm. Her thin, rosy lips, slightly upturned at the corners, held a gentle smile, a mixture of shyness and playful anger, seemingly containing endless allure. Her rose-red shirt reflected a silky sheen, and at the collar, a patch of white skin was made even more dazzling and captivating by the vibrant red. Her crossed arms supported her already full breasts, and looking , two mounds of white, pink flesh were faintly visible within the neckline. Although the lower parts were obscured, even that glimpse of the edge of the mounds was enough to spark the imagination. The two high, firm breasts beneath the shirt, and the deep cleavage between them , captivated Zhao Weihan's gaze, which began to grow greedy. A restless desire began to rise within him, and his breathing became heavier and more rapid. Qi Chuyan felt uncomfortable under the boy's burning gaze, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She quickly stopped laughing, stood up, and pushed Zhao Weihan away, saying, "Get off, leave quickly, I still have work to do." The beautiful female teacher had made another mistake. If she had remained seated, the boy might not have dared to make a move, but as soon as she stood up, her two beautiful legs in black stockings were immediately revealed to him. Most importantly, because she had just stood up, the tight-fitting skirt of her suit was still bunched up at mid-thigh, and two strips peeked out from under the skirt. Although they were quickly covered by the slipping skirt, that mysterious and sexy glimpse of black lace was still caught by the boy's eyes, and his already aroused desire instantly surged. The woman's small hand that pushed him away was almost powerless, soft and boneless. Although it was a clear order to leave, the tone wasn't harsh at all; instead, it sounded so gentle and pleasant. To the boy, it sounded more like the tender whispers and flirtatious banter between lovers. Zhao Weihan felt a rush of heat to his head. He grabbed Qi Chuyan's small hand and pulled her into his arms. The woman, caught off guard, let out a soft gasp as the boy embraced her tightly. The boy sat down on the podium...

On the table, he spread his legs, clamping the woman's pelvis between them. One hand tightly embraced her slender waist

,

while the other supported her tilted

head. His fiery eyes stared intently into the beautiful teacher's terrified gaze. He said, "Qi Chuyan, I want you. I want you to be my woman." Before the woman could react, he tightened his grip, holding her tightly before she could resist, and his lips pressed against her

slightly parted cherry lips.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Qi Chuyan writhed like a frightened deer, desperately trying

to break free the boy's control. Unable to use her legs, she could only resist with her hands. Her small, pink fists

rained down on the boy's chest and shoulders. Her brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes wide, her terrified face first

turning deathly pale, then flushing crimson. With her mouth gagged and unable to speak, only

muffled groans escaped her nose

. How could this frail woman be a match for the lustful young man? No matter how she struggled, she

couldn't escape the boy's control and assault. Her head, which she desperately shook, was firmly held in place by his large hands. Her long hair

was already disheveled, obscuring half of her pretty face. In the struggle, his lecherous hand, which had been around her waist, had somehow

slipped inside the hem of her suit jacket, roaming over her back and

waist . She could clearly feel an incredibly hard object

poking her soft abdomen against his crotch. Instinctively, the woman tried to pull her lower body back, but was held firmly by

his thighs . With each twist of her body, the hem of her shirt, tucked into her skirt, slowly slipped outwards.

A few moments later, she felt a cool sensation followed by a heat on her lower back as the boy's hand slipped

under the hem of her slipped shirt. His hot, slightly rough palm slid up her smooth back,

touching the bra strap clasp. In her terror, she could feel

his fingers lifting the clasp, seemingly trying to unhook it.

Just as Qi Chuyan was on the verge of despair, there was a sudden knock on the door.

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