[Teacher Yao Jingting's affair] (2)

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"Have you finished your homework?" Mom came home a little later than me. She hadn't even taken off her shoes when she got home and asked

about my homework.
"I had a meeting just before I was supposed to get off work, so I was delayed. I didn't feel like cooking today, so I just bought some outside."

Mom took off her coat, casually placed the KFC family bucket on the table, and went into the bedroom to say to me, "Mom is too tired.

Just eat this and hurry up and finish your homework. I'll make some soup; we're going to see Dad in the hospital later."
"Okay..." I pretended to be writing furiously. Homework? That boring stuff was already given to Wang Yan,

and I also gave Tiezi's homework to a girl who came to deliver water. Sorry, infatuated girls.
"Aren't you going to the bathroom? I'm going to take a shower." After Mom finished speaking, I heard a "thud," and I

knew the button on her shirt was flaring up again.
"Ouch, it fell off again!" Mom said plaintively.
"Okay, you can wash up." Our old house was a four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, but

we moved here to be closer to the school and hospital, so it became a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, which is inconvenient for everything. Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, I hurriedly left

the bedroom. Staring at the family bucket on the table, I swallowed hard. Right now, something more exciting was tempting me than food.
I excitedly opened the washing machine and rummaged through the clothes my mother had just taken off, as if I had found a treasure. To avoid revealing the straight curves of her

long slender legs and causing unnecessary trouble, my mother's gray trousers were extra long and oversized, but

the fibers on the buttocks were noticeably thinner. I guessed that my mother's pert, plump buttocks were being stretched too tight inside and weren't behaving properly.

I picked up the trousers and gently caressed the area covering my mother's private parts, recalling the exciting

scene . If only it were my mother and me inside. Was my mother's private parts as slippery

and juicy as that wanton, high-class prostitute? Tightness was the characteristic of her private parts. My father said that I was born via C-section because

my mother 's vagina was too tight, and I couldn't crawl out at all. I'm 15 now, and I wonder if my mother is still as tight as ever.

I bring the mysterious part in front of me and smell it; a familiar, rich, and subtle fragrance wafts out. Then I pick up the pink

cotton socks. My mother is over thirty, yet she still wears these embroidered flower socks like a little girl

. No one would believe it if I told them. She strongly dislikes stockings. I remember she only had one pair of conservative gray stockings, which were

given to her by the school for an activity. She couldn't even accept the flesh-colored stockings that woman wore today, let alone the lewd black stockings. My mother

's boxer briefs and full-cup bra are homemade. They are wider and larger than most people can imagine.

The sturdy design not only creates perfect lines but, more importantly, compresses and constricts. Every day,

it takes my mother a lot of time to stuff her basketball-sized, voluptuous breasts and millstone-sized, plump buttocks into her underwear. I hold the bra, which is big enough to be used as

a handbag , and gently run my fingers along the soft part inside, imagining the soft

touch of my mother's large breasts. I get so excited that I want to masturbate while holding the bra. There was also a wad of cotton cloth about a foot wide. This was my mother's little

secret, and what made her different from other aunties. Before putting on a bra, my mother would tightly

wrap the cloth around her breasts twice to reduce the size so she could fit into a normal bra. These days, everyone tries different ways

to make breasts look bigger, but my mother was a

low-key woman who ingeniously wanted her breasts to appear smaller. The washing machine smelled of my mother's body odor. I was afraid of getting drunk and didn't dare smell it too much. As I closed the washing machine lid

, I vaguely felt that this scent was the same as the high heels and underwear I smelled during the day. Are all women's body scents the same

?
The chiffon blouse was folded on the bed, several buttons missing this time. This blouse

was quite expensive ; it was a gift from Dad to Mom for her birthday last year, so it had buttons missing several times a year. Mom

couldn't bear to throw it away. The chiffon fabric was exquisite, elegant, and sturdy, and even folded on the bed, the rounded

outline of Mom's large breasts was still visible. The fibers in the areas supported by her breasts were noticeably thinner than the surrounding fabric, making the outline of her breasts

clearly imprinted on the blouse, impossible to remove with ironing.
Hearing the water stop, I quietly ran back to my bedroom and pretended to do my homework.
"Qiangqiang, have you finished your homework?" Mom asked casually as she came out of the bathroom.
"Yes." Actually, there was no homework. Mom was busy with work and taking care of Dad, rarely having time

to check my homework. I also handed it over to Wang Yan to do. When she learned that she could help me with my homework, her face beamed

with pride, besides shyness.
"Eat quickly." Mom was wearing a white bath towel, her delicate skin even whiter than the towel, like a cracked hard-boiled

egg. Her face and neck were flushed a light pink from the warm water, and her clear eyes were full of confidence, exuding

a charming yet not seductive aura. I was sitting at the table, with no appetite for food, staring intently at her emerging beauty.

The bath towel only covered her from the fullest part of her breasts to just above the crease of her buttocks and thighs. It wasn't

because her upper body was long, but because her breasts and buttocks were too full to be concealed.

She covered her exposed breasts with her arms, and the force of her arms squeezed the overflowing flesh into two sections, making them appear even more prominent.
"Mmm..." I was biting into a chicken wing when I couldn't help but thrust my hips, a pleasurable sensation coming from between my legs, followed by

a warm, sticky feeling against my penis. I ejaculated... I actually ejaculated while watching my mother emerge from the

bath . I awkwardly spread my legs. My mother, unaware of my predicament, covered her snow-white chest with one hand

and went to the kitchen to taste the soup she had made for my father.
She turned to show me her back, and I greedily admired her slender, bare back. Even with her arms and back

covering her, I could still see the outline of her two round, full breasts. My mother's shoulders weren't narrow,

providing , which meant that even at her age, they hadn't sagged. From the fullest part of her breasts

, the curve of her back sharply narrowed inwards along her waistline, only slightly opening up at her navel. Then, abruptly, a large, full, peach-shaped

mound my mother's plump, firm, and perky buttocks. Her long, straight legs

were like compasses, her flawless thighs round and long, her slender calves delicately thin, only as thick as my arm.

When they were together, there wasn't a single gap between them. Under her hourglass figure, the curve of her legs gradually narrowed inwards from the shape of her plump buttocks to

the shape . Because her legs were so long, the curves were beautiful and soft. Because her long legs had never

seen the sun, the skin on her legs was excessively tender; if you looked closely, you could even see the fine veins. I couldn't see

the fullest, most erotic line squeezed between her buttocks and legs, nor could I see her delicate toes, because she

was already wearing boxer briefs and closed-toe slippers.
"So careful even with her own son!" I thought resentfully.
She seemed satisfied with the soup, nodded, covered her chest, and prepared to go back to her room. Seeing me staring at her body

, she playfully tapped my head, "Hurry up and eat!" Then she swayed her hips and went into the bedroom, locking the door.
Actually, even if she hadn't locked it, I wouldn't have dared to peep. I remember when I was in my final year of junior high, under immense

pressure to get into high school, I once peeped at my mother while she was changing clothes to relieve stress. I immediately

ejaculated , and for the next three or four days, I had wet dreams every day, waking up in sore all over. Since then, I've never dared to look at

my mother's naked body again.
After finishing my meal, I followed behind my mother, carrying the soup. She was wearing a blue suit, her dark brown hair piled

high on her head, her already beautiful face lightly made up, and a silk scarf tied around her long, slender neck.

My mother already looked young, but now she looked like a college student. The trousers of her suit were too short, so she

had to change into boots. She looked stunning in boots; her delicate feet, paired with adorable socks,

made her look like a sweet, approachable girl next door. Neat and clean, they exuded a ladylike charm. Tucked into size 36 boots, her

small added to her feminine allure. Many boots have four or more buckles, and Mom always fastened them

tightly. She seemed to enjoy this feeling of being tightly wrapped and restrained—perhaps it was the sense of

security .
A luxurious BMW was parked at the door. As I was trying to figure out which model it was, Mom opened the door

and got into the driver's seat.
"What are you waiting for? Get in!" Mom commanded, fastening her seatbelt.
"Wow, whose car is this?" I asked Mom in surprise from the passenger seat. We had a Buick worth

over 100,000 yuan, but Mom sold it last year when we moved because she didn't need it. This veteran driver with over ten years of experience

was back to square one, starting a life of taking the bus or even riding an electric scooter every day. I was quite unhappy about this.

My mother, as a key teacher at a prestigious high school in a second-tier city, earns over 100,000 yuan a year. Taking

the bus to work is a disgrace to the school! My mother always nonchalantly teaches me not to be extravagant and to be thrifty.
She saved enough to buy a BMW 5 Series? My mother is amazing!
"Oh... um... that..." My mother hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the gas and thought for a few more seconds, "

A friend just bought it and asked me to help her break it in."
It feels different; this car is worthy of my mother's status. A beautiful car and a beautiful woman, they match perfectly!
We arrived at the hospital soon after. My mother greeted my father's caregiver, who went back to eat. The

caregiver would come back to relieve her around midnight. My dad had surgery a while ago and was only

discharged . He didn't look well. My mom fed him, and he forced a smile, propped himself up, and touched my head

as if I were still a child: "Qiangqiang, have you caused any trouble for Mom lately?"
I sat on the edge of the bed, touching my dad's smooth, cold "legs." My dad participated in a radioactive experiment project.

Last year, an accident occurred during the experiment, resulting in two deaths and one injury. The injured person was my

dad. It's said that the radiation from the experiment had extremely strong effects, and many of my dad's organs began to fail, especially his

heart and kidneys. His lower limbs became paralyzed, and his feet developed gangrene. Shortly after I started high school, his lower leg was

amputated. Now he has no feeling in his lower limbs at all, and he needs help to turn over. Even defecating requires

two tubes inserted, which he does without realizing it.
"Well, not really."
"How could you not? He was talking in class this afternoon." My mom finished clearing the dishes and brought up my shortcomings again.

"You're just like him, always lying." My mom rolled her eyes at my dad.
"But I already know it all!"
"You think you can just ignore it now that you know it? You're just like me, so clever!" Mom said again, sounding annoyed.
"Isn't listening again a waste of time?"
"Knowledge needs to be reinforced. Previewing before class and reviewing after class are both necessary. You're just like me, so argumentative and prone to sophistry

!" Mom turned to Dad, thought for a moment, and continued, "I asked him to come up and do a problem, and when others couldn't do it,

he even helped them!"
"He's a loyal friend, just like me!" Dad said, patting his chest.
"You two..." Mom covered her mouth and laughed helplessly. We all laughed when we saw her like that.
Just then, Wang Yan suddenly sent a text message: "I've finished my homework. What are you doing? I miss you so much."
I read the last four words and felt a strange surge of emotion. "Thank you for your hard work. I'm busy." I replied

and immediately deleted it.
"Who was that?" Dad asked.
"The weather forecast says it'll rain tomorrow." I hurriedly put my phone away nervously. The school is pretty

strict about cracking down on early relationships; Mom is the deputy leader of the leadership team responsible for maintaining a good academic atmosphere.
"A sky full of stars, where would rain come from!" Dad was baffled. Seeing my nervous look, he

patted my leg hard. "Qiangqiang, are you dating anyone?"
"No, I'm not dating!"
"No girls are pursuing you?" Dad asked, puzzled.
"Lots of girls are pursuing him though... I know of several." Mom chimed in. Had Mom already

figured out all those girls? It's all their fault for being so flamboyant; they didn't know how to be discreet and protect themselves.
"Really? Are there any good-looking ones? Do you like them?" Dad asked with a smile.
"I told you, you're so irresponsible! How old is he? Even if he's good-looking, you can't like him." Mom frowned,

a little angry.
"Hehe, I was just joking with him. Your mother is right, even if someone is pretty, you can't just like them. Back in the day,

countless people pursued me, but I focused solely on my studies and waited until I finally found your mother," Dad said proudly.
"What? Regretful?" Mom pretended to be angry, but her expression was more like a coquettish plea.
"No, how could I... It's all thanks to the good deeds of my ancestors..." After Dad finished speaking, our whole family laughed again.
To be honest, women like Mom are now extinct. Her character, qualities, figure, appearance, and temperament are all impeccable

. She usually dresses modestly and doesn't like to attract attention, yet she's incredibly efficient.

She can handle hooligans and problem students with both gentleness and strength, manage subordinates and classmates with a powerful aura while also winning them over with virtue, and she's extremely filial to both sets of parents

... Sigh, there's no end to how good Mom is.
"Actually, I'd really like to see what my future daughter-in-law looks like," Dad said wistfully, his laughter fading.

"If Qiangqiang hadn't fallen in love so early, I might not have lived to see that day," I said.
"Gang-ge, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm waiting for you to be discharged," Mom said reproachfully. "
Another one passed away the day before yesterday..." Dad said, pointing to the hospital bed I was sitting on. There were only two beds in Dad's ward.

Since Dad moved into this ward last year, six people had passed away in the bed next to his

. It's no wonder Dad was depressed, being with people like that every day. Although the doctor said Dad's chances of recovery were slim

, he could still live for another six or seven years.
"Why worry about them? The probability of six patients failing to recover in one ward is already small enough. There won't be a seventh

one, so you'll be fine, don't worry," Mom comforted Dad. In fact, each patient's

recovery was an independent event, and the situation she described didn't exist.

The three of them, born into a family of mathematicians, naturally understood this comforting lie.
"Shall I take you out for a walk to clear your head?" Mom suggested.
"No need, it's too late, and I'm a little sensitive to the wind these days," Dad refused.
Mom gently rubbed Dad's hands together, then started chatting with him about everyday things. They talked about everything from rocket

launches to gardening and fishkeeping, from proving Goldbach's conjecture to the price of radishes. I sat beside her

, playing Excel and Three Kingdoms on my phone, and eventually fell asleep.
In my dream, Wang Yan and I were strolling around the school after class. Once inside the building, I couldn't resist and pulled her into the men's

restroom , pushing her into a stall. While kissing her, I reached down and lifted her thigh, my gaze following my other

hand downwards, exploring her secret garden. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced down and saw she was wearing ten-centimeter

black patent leather high heels. I knelt down in surprise, affectionately pinching her charming little feet—exactly the same as

the ones .
I suddenly looked up and asked Wang Yan, "Who are you?"
"I'm the one you love!" Wang Yan replied. "I can fulfill all your desires..."
Her voice was so seductive, like Wang Yan's, yet also like a high-class prostitute hired by the principal.
"Turn...turn around." I commanded excitedly, having watched the difficult moves today and wanting to try them myself.
The woman, whose appearance was indistinguishable between Wang Yan and a chicken, obediently turned around, one leg slowly lifting as I moved.

Wow! It was a split!
"You...you can do that? So...so amazing!" I was so overjoyed I could hardly speak.
"Yes, Qiangqiang, do you like it?" The woman turned her head, smiling at me. I stared at that

face that should have been cold and beautiful, and all the blood in my body rushed to my brain. It wasn't just because the woman's features were too striking, but also

because that face was the woman I had faced for fifteen years...my mother, Yao Jingting.
"Mom! How could this be! How could it be you! This...it's impossible!" At this moment, I realized I was

dreaming, but I still didn't want to wake up.
"Qiangqiang, what does it matter? Do you like your mother? Whoever you want me to be, that's who I am!

Everything belongs to you." The woman's voice had completely transformed into my mother's.
Whatever, let's enjoy ourselves first! I admired those

legs in that instant, those legs had grown from Wang Yan's size to my mother's long, straight ones.
"Mine is mine, I want it!" I excitedly ran away from my darling, staring at the two pairs of shoes on the floor facing the same direction.

Was I wearing the principal's designer shoes too? Suddenly, something dawned on me. I took off my shoes and stood

on the toilet, but my darling couldn't reach the woman's labia.
What?! I couldn't reach! I shivered and jolted awake. Oh my god! My underwear was sticky.

I had ejaculated in my dream. Who did I ejaculate in front of? Wang Yan's face, that high-class prostitute's high heels?

Or my mother's legs?
"Qiangqiang...Qiangqiang..." my mother called from beside me. "Look at you, all sweaty in your sleep." My mother

wiped the sweat from my forehead and handed me a small bucket. "Go empty your father's chamber pot."
I had slept too long; his chamber pot was full. I carried the bag to the toilet, the scene from my dream replaying in my mind:

Yes, why did the principal take off his shoes? He must have been standing on the toilet, of course. But

can you ? Why not stand on the ground? Was the height difference too great? Who was inside?

Thinking of my mother's long legs, I broke out in a cold sweat and dared not think any further.
Before I knew it, I was at the ward door. "Brother Gang, don't say that. Tingting isn't heartless,"

my mother said, her voice a mix of anger and frustration.
"Tingting, I understand your feelings for me, but I can't repay them anymore. The best way to repay you

now is to stop being a burden. Don't worry about me. Send Xiaoqiang to the sports school and find someone

to remarry," my father said, sounding righteous.
"Brother Gang, I can't do that," my mother said, holding my father's hand.
"Tingting, listen to me. Although you're almost forty, you're still beautiful and have a good temperament. Find someone soon so

I can go in peace," my father said.
"Brother Gang, don't talk nonsense. What do you take me for? I, Yao Jingting, am a member of the Li family for life,

your good wife, Li Gang. Even if there's only a sliver of hope, I won't give up on you. If

there's no , I'll stay with you as long as you live. If you leave..." Mom seemed to be interrupted by Dad. To

see what was going on, I pushed the door open a little. The room was dimly lit; it was already eleven o'clock.
"If I leave, you must live well too! For me, for you, for Xiaoqiang!" Dad

wiped Mom's tears and pinched her cheek. Unexpectedly, Mom cried even harder, throwing herself

against Dad. Hmm... her breasts pressed against Dad's chest. I wondered if he was hard? Sure
enough, Dad's hands, which had initially been caressing Mom's back, gradually moved to her waist,

trying to undo her belt. He didn't want to have sex with Mom. He hadn't been able to get an erection for a year, and

I witnessed it myself. That day, I was peeping outside the door. Mom seemed to be ovulating and really wanted it; her hand

reached under the covers and kept rubbing herself. Finally, she simply lifted the covers and started rubbing herself, but Dad's penis was

as soft as cotton. He even said he couldn't feel anything at all. Finally, Dad sighed and let Mom lie on top of him.

They kissed, and Dad used his hand to stimulate Mom's genitals. Mom's hands were gripping Dad's shoulders, and it looked...

She seemed content, but in reality, she was faking it. That day, after leaving the ward, she hadn't walked far before she

started pounding and kicking the wall in distress.
Thinking about it, my mother has had a tough time. Since I was old enough to understand, my father has often been away on business trips or staying at research institutes, so

they rarely shared a bed. Even when they did, I could hear her sighing sadly late at night.

After my father joined this project, he was back even less often. The last time he shared a bed with my mother was probably two years ago.

Lately, I've been reading about sexless marriages in magazines. I wonder what those people are like. I still have a lot of

faith in my parents' love, especially my mother. Unable to find satisfaction in sex, she shifted her attention to other areas,

which is why she's the strong woman she is today.
"No!" My father's hand was just about to undo my mother's belt when she jumped up as if electrocuted, her

face flushed with embarrassment. "Brother Gang…it really can't today…I…I'm on my period."
My father finally wanted to touch her, and she had her period. But it didn't matter. Dad could only finger her,

and aside from the pride he felt seeing Mom's satisfied expression, fingering didn't bring him much pleasure

.
"Knock knock..." I knocked on the door to ease the awkward atmosphere. Soon after, the caregiver arrived,

and Mom took me home.
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I texted Wang Yan flirtatiously while recalling

what I'd spied on during the day. Why was that man standing on the toilet? Were their legs that different in length? How much different?

Disturbed , I measured the height of our toilet with a tape measure late at night—about 34 centimeters. The woman's

heels were probably 10 centimeters, so the height difference between their genitals was about 24 centimeters. Not that much, is it? Women's

legs are naturally longer than men's. Let's say the woman was 20 centimeters taller than the man, but that's not fair. The woman was in a split, so

she should be standing straight. But was the adulterer standing on the toilet standing straight? Was he

kneeling?
I spent a long night thinking, trying to find reasons to remove my mother from the list of suspects. Objectively,

I couldn't rule her out; that woman's legs were definitely comparable to my mother's. And in the school, even in the whole city,

there weren't many women with such long, straight legs. But subjectively, I could probably rule her out. My mother was so capable,

a backbone of the school; the principal wouldn't risk losing such a talent to blackmail her. Other teachers didn't have the power to coerce

her . Overhearing my parents' conversation today proved their relationship was still intact; my mother had no

intention of cheating. So, that woman was just someone with legs like my mother's.
Thinking about too many exciting scenarios, I had another wet dream that night, and my mother had to call me several times in the morning before I got up.
A few days later, during a boring history class, I was almost asleep.
"Qiang-ge, Qiang-ge, can I borrow your phone?" Tiezi called out in a low voice.
"Why my phone? Where's yours?" My phone contained a lot of private information, and letting others see

it would lead to a lot of gossip.
"Teacher Yao confiscated it last class. Don't worry, I won't read the texts you and your girlfriend exchanged," Tiezi said.
"We didn't exchange many!" Actually, my replies to Wang Yan were fairly normal, but

the texts she sent me were quite cheesy. That's how fifteen-year-old girls are; they're just starting to read romance novels and are always all lovey-dovey

. "Teacher Yao confiscated it? Wait, I'll get it back for you."
"Really? You can get it back?" Tiezi was a little skeptical. "Even if you're a good student, I don't think you

and Teacher Yao have a good relationship. How can you get it back? Oh… you're going to beg your girlfriend?" Little did he know that my

mother and I deliberately kept our distance in front of the students.
"Nonsense! Why would I need to beg her? My mom… well, I have my own ways." I was so excited I almost gave myself away.

"What do you need the phone for?"
"To use WeChat. I was having so much fun last class when Teacher Yao confiscated it. She's such a gentle and approachable goddess,

but why is she so serious with the students?" Tiezi replied.
Approachable? My mom isn't someone everyone can kiss; only my dad and I could kiss her when we were little. Now

she doesn't even kiss me, she avoids me when she's changing clothes, she really thinks I'm all grown up.
"Wow... you still play with that stuff. Isn't that a hookup app?" I heard the WeChat message and replied dismissively.
"You have so many girls chasing after you, but I don't. So I have to resort to hookup apps. We athletes have so much

energy with nowhere to release it, we can't sleep at night because of it." Tiezi said, straightening his back. Judging from his posture,

if he had a girlfriend, he would definitely go at it until dawn.
"Look at you, you're a beast! What girl would dare to date you?" I teased him.
"I'll take good care of her, why don't you give me your sister-in-law? Nothing tastes better than dumplings, nothing's more fun than your sister-in-law

." Tiezi joked.
"Go play with your own dick. Don't even think about my Yanzi." Although I knew he was joking, I was still

a little angry. If we weren't in class, I would have punched him.
"How far have things progressed? Have you slept together yet?" Tiezi asked, surprised at how gossipy he'd become

.
"Slept together? What do you mean? Do you think I'm like you? Thinking with my lower body?" I replied.
"You should go for this kind of girl sooner rather than later, or she'll run off with someone else. Wang Yan is probably still a virgin, hurry up

!" Tiezi reminded me. Indeed, Wang Yan had a unique body fragrance, a light scent

different from my mother's, or even the high-class prostitute in the bathroom that day—the unique smell of a woman when she's still whole.
"Tch, I know, don't worry," I replied.
"How far have you gone? Holding hands? Kissing? Hugging? Touching?" Tiezi fantasized.
"Sigh, why ask so many questions? Anyway, I did everything except what I shouldn't have done." Wang Yan is a simple

girl, seemingly clueless about anything on dates. I remember when we first started dating, she would blush and

lower her . When I kissed her cheek, she would get nervous, and when I kissed her lips, she would stiffen and become completely at a loss. After many

dates and some "training," she can now respond to French kisses in a simple way, and after a few kisses, she's dizzy like a puppet, her developing

youthful body completely at my mercy, her delicate breasts at my caresses. But when I touch her private parts, she always refuses.
"How was it? Was it good?" Tiezi continued to fantasize.
"It was just like that, what else could it be?" How could I go into details about this?
"Wow, you're still not satisfied? Wang Yan is probably in the top ten at school, right? Such a pure girl is yours..."

"Aren't you satisfied yet?" Tiezi indignantly defended Wang Yan. He wouldn't dare say she was in the top ten in the whole school, but Wang Yan

was definitely in the top ten beauties in her grade. Her features were incredibly pure, her figure slender and tall—the

kind of girl you could easily seduce. In this superficial world, she was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. She'd even help an elderly person cross

the street, and if someone gave her too much change, she'd return it. Who knows when she might get scammed and raped? This

delicious little lamb is lucky she found me, her sheepdog; otherwise, I don't know if she could have grown up healthy. But whether I

'm a sheepdog or a wolf in sheep's clothing is another matter.
"Hmm, it feels like something's missing." Wang Yan's view of love seemed devoid of lust, more

of spiritual love. If I hadn't known a thing or two, we might have dated for three years without even holding hands.
"Are you complaining about her small breasts? She's just starting to develop; don't be so demanding." Tiezi fantasized about what kind of naked body Wang Yan wore under her

usual white dress. Wang Yan's breasts were indeed small, only slightly protruding and about

the size , just the right size to be held in one hand. Her calves were slender and long, and her thighs were not plump either, like two snow-white

sausages. Her buttocks didn't have much flesh; she wasn't exactly skinny, but she was almost frail.
"I know someone with big breasts, Sun Nana, ever heard of her?" Tiezi asked me.
"Sun Nana? That slut from Class 13? Didn't she say she already had three boyfriends?" I had some impression of her too.

That woman did have a good figure, and she had a kind of foxy nature. She swayed her hips exaggeratedly when she walked,

and her eyes were charming and intoxicating when she stared at me. However, as a Virgo, I'm a bit of a germaphobe and don't like

things , especially not my woman.
"Who cares how many boyfriends she has? It's not like she's marrying him. As long as she can fuck and have fun, that's all that matters. Recently, she was

taken in by Brother Fan, and things have gotten really wild with him. He's fucked her both in the groin and mouth. He sent me

some pictures, wow, those big tits and fat ass, they must feel amazing to touch." Tiezi swallowed hard as he spoke.
The Brother Fan he was talking about was Zhang Fan, the class hoodlum. I was pretty close to him, but he was

even . He basically only came to class two days a week, and his mother, who was the homeroom teacher, could never find him.
Sun Nana's figure was indeed better than Wang Yan's. Wang Yan was only about 1.62 meters tall,

and every time they kissed, Wang Yan had to make her stand on three steps or a stone bench. Sun Nana, on the other hand, had grown to 1.7 meters tall. Her large breasts, whether

due to genetics or excessive massages from men, were almost a D cup. They jiggled as she walked, her

plump and perky buttocks swaying from side to side, often bumping into the male classmates next to her. Her clothing was not

conservative ; she liked to wear stockings, pantyhose, high heels, ankle boots, tight-fitting skirts, and shorts.

Despite her already developed breasts, she didn't like to wear a bra, and her erect nipples were often visible.
"Brother Fan said that her hymen was taken by someone, but it's still quite pink. She gave

him her first time for oral sex. Brother Fan is planning to develop her anus in a few days, and he said that after he gets tired of playing with it, he'll take it out and let the brothers

play with it together." Tiezi was quite excited when he talked about this.
"What the hell...do you guys think Sun Nana is a public toilet?" I couldn't even bear to listen to his lewd thoughts.

Although I also wanted to have sex with Sun Nana, I hoped it would be on a clean, white bed,

gazing tenderly at each other , quietly and peacefully completing our sacred union, two loving souls and bodies completely merging together.

Even if I found a woman like Sun Nana in the future, I wouldn't treat her so despicably. Every girl

deserves to be cherished like an angel.
"You won't use a public toilet? Do you carry a toilet with you? It's all the same whether you use a toilet or not," Tiezi

retorted.
"Sigh, she's quite pitiful." I couldn't help but feel sorry for Sun Nana; her beautiful body was being ravaged

like this . Tiezi was right; she was already tainted. I absolutely couldn't accept her as a girlfriend, but

what's wrong with having some fun? If Zhang Fan invited us, the only thing I could do for her was to be gentle when we fucked her.
"You don't understand. A slut like her loves to be fucked hard, she'll do whatever she wants. The more tricks, the more

exciting , the more depraved she becomes." Tiezi looked vicious, as if he were punishing Sun Nana.
"You understand? Aren't you a virgin yet?" Tiezi and I were both virgins, but he was probably even worse off than me, he

didn't even have a first kiss.
"Of course I understand, I learned it all from a WeChat group that Brother Fan gave me. I heard Brother Fan learned it from there too.

Give me your phone, I'll show you." Tiezi held out his hand to me.
I unlocked my phone and handed it to him. He took it and sighed, "Damn, why isn't there WeChat?"
Of course not, I already have Wang Yan, why would I need that thing to hook up? After a few minutes, I realized

that WeChat wasn't just for hooking up, it was also more convenient for chatting. A few days later, I started chatting with Wang Yan on WeChat.
"Your phone is so slow. Brother Fan's phone is incredibly fast." Tiezi sighed again.
"Really? It must be expensive, right? Where did he get the money?" I asked.
"Hehe, that idiot Zhong Kai gave it to me as a gift," Tiezi replied.
I stared at the disgusting triangular head and messy hair next to Wang Yan, cursing inwardly: Idiot,

serves him right , Zhang Fan did a great job!
"Here, look..." Tiezi handed the phone back to me, and we carefully scrolled through the chat history.
"What are the names? Iron Hole Egg, Seven-Foot Big Breasts, Huge Waves, One Thrust into the Jianghu, Cleverly Taking Her Breasts, Wonderful

Pussy Blooms..." I read the names in the chat history, each one making my heart race.
"Shh... Qiang-ge, keep your voice down." Tiezi reminded me, the names were too exciting, I had forgotten we were still

in class.
"Who uses their real name online? These are all nicknames. I'm Iron Hole Egg, and Fan-ge is One Thrust into the Jianghu." Tiezi

explained to me. "Most of the people in this WeChat group are from our city, pretty exciting, right?"
"Yeah, exciting..." I agreed. "Isn't it just a hookup group?"
"No, it's mainly an experience-sharing group. Most of the women in the group are already taken, and their partners are also in the group.

Like that 'Beautiful Pussy' girl

,
I think it's Sun Nana. I heard a lot of people from different schools are in the group; they just keep it a secret from each other." Tiezi said mysteriously. "All from schools? That must be some shady characters and shameless teachers." I guessed.
"Sigh... lust is human nature, who doesn't? Don't be fooled by these teachers' serious demeanor; once

they leave school they're all more lewd than the next. The female teachers and girls may seem aloof and unappealing, but deep down they're all thirsty."

"Well, the main problem is the lack of skilled people to develop her. Don't let your Wang Yan's ethereal beauty fool you; there are

experts who can turn her into a lustful woman in just a few days. Look, this..." He pointed to an ID. I glanced at it, "No

virgins over nine years old. Wow, what a boast!"
"Big talk, even bigger action. He's already deflowered over fifty girls. These days, Gen Z doesn't take

pride in chastity, they're ashamed of being a virgin. I heard this guy is incredibly capable, has many tricks up his sleeve, and makes things exciting and pleasurable.

All those girls are vying to have their virginity taken by him. Apparently, he even took two hymens in one night." Tiezi's boasting was

completely unfounded . "Be careful, maybe your precious Yan'er has already been deflowered by him."
"Get lost! Those are just some brain-dead kids being fooled. My Yan'er is very smart,

she'll never fall for it." I wouldn't allow him to slander Wang Yan.
"Don't doubt it. No matter your IQ or education, once you're in their hands, they guarantee you'll lose your

virginity on the first night and become a slut in three days. That's what they sign off on it. It has nothing to do with whether you fall for it or not; a woman's

body can't lie to them." Seeing my disbelief, Tiezi added, "Why don't you send her to try? I'll help you make the contact."
"No, no, go away..." Hearing him say that, I wasn't very confident in Wang Yan either. More importantly

, if Wang Yan's sacred place wasn't entered by me first, but defiled by someone else,

would I, with my somewhat fastidious nature, still like her?
"Send her to try, otherwise, judging by your progress, you won't be able to get her even after the college entrance exam. Just three days,

and I'll give you a little slut you want to have sex with every day, isn't that good?" Tiezi was still trying to persuade me.
"No, no, don't worry about it." I put my phone away. Listening to his description, I was losing confidence in Wang Yan

more and more . I had to get Wang Yan's body as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications.
"Why are you grabbing my phone? Fine, we won't talk about him anymore." Tiezi took the phone back and continued,

"This one's specifically for young girls. There are also guys who like mature women, like this one 'Waiting for Red Apricots Outside the Wall,' 'Young Woman Killer,'

and this one 'Cleverly Taking Her Breasts.' They're all experts at dealing with mature women."
"Mature women?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, I mean very mature women. These women have big breasts, big hips, soft hearts, and are very accepting

. They're skilled and have many tricks up their sleeves," Tiezi explained.
"You mean prostitutes?" I countered.
"Oh, actually, it's pretty much the same. Mature women are generally older. 'Waiting for Red Apricots Outside the Wall' likes married women in their thirties

, 'Young Woman Killer' likes women who have recently gotten married, and 'Cleverly Taking Her Breasts' is even more skilled; he likes

mature women over thirty-five who are mothers," Tiezi said.
"At that age, still messing around outside?" I asked dismissively.
"That's what makes it exciting. Married women and young wives are already someone else's wives, with a watchdog and

a locked wall around them, and they still manage to be tricked into having an affair. That takes real skill. Mothers are even more impressive. At least they have a husband and

children to keep them in check, and they still manage to get their hands on someone. They're practically gods." Tiezi said with admiration.
"That's impossible." I thought Tiezi was talking nonsense.
"But he's got results. He's hooked up with three 'outside-the-wall' lovers and four 'young wife killers' respectively.

He only managed to get one 'breast-stealing' because it's too difficult." Tiezi explained.
"The woman is a mother, and she still gets involved with him?" I asked.
"Yeah, the feeling of having a woman sneak out to have an affair with him behind her husband and children's back, how proud

he must feel. I heard it's their nanny. He said last time he was planning to get his hands on his homeroom teacher, and apparently he succeeded."

Tiezi's admiring gaze was like worship.
"Teacher? Absolutely impossible!" I was a little angry at such an insult to a teacher.
"What's impossible? Teachers are the ones who're really thirsty. Those high and mighty female teachers are actually more eager to be

conquered , especially goddess-level teachers like Yao Jingting." Hearing him call my mother a goddess, I couldn't help but feel a little proud. My mother is the school's recognized goddess. I'm not bragging, she's been a goddess

in the entire education system of Mashan for many years. 　　"Teacher Yao's husband is hospitalized all year round, and her child doesn't know where he goes to school. She uses work and life to numb her sexual desire every day. Once she stops, she's actually very thirsty. She's usually reserved and doesn't let anyone see her much, but once she's naked , she's absolutely crazy when it comes to fucking. She's like dry tinder, she'll ignite at the slightest touch. She's the repressed horny type." Tiezi swallowed several times as he spoke. "The feeling of those long legs wrapped around your waist, those huge breasts that you could probably sink into if you squeezed them, and those incomparably beautiful features, kissing her desire-filled red lips..." He was fantasizing about my mother again. About three men in every class in the whole school fantasize about my mother. If my mother weren't a Taekwondo expert, she might have been raped all these years. 　　"My mom wouldn't... As for me... I wouldn't believe Teacher Yao is that kind of person." I interrupted his daydreaming; it wasn't just daydreaming, it was practically slander against my mom. 　　"It's all about how you do it. Teacher Yao is definitely the hardest to conquer, but conquering her must be the most exhilarating. I heard he's already succeeded; I wonder which teacher he conquered..." Tiezi was lost in his fantasies again. School 　　ended before we knew it. I stared at the WeChat icon, hesitating all the way home, but ultimately decided not to delete it. Today's chat was too stimulating; I'm going to have a good masturbation session when I get home.

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