The sublimation of maternal love (6)

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6.
Upon learning that her son had transferred schools, Lan Nuanyi was struck not only by a bolt from the blue, but also by a profound sense of happiness. With the start of classes fast approaching, Lan Nuanyi busied herself running between the school and the education commission. Although she was exhausted after several days of this, the sweet feeling remained. People were
surprised to see the once vibrant Lan Nuanyi back on campus, and the city's No. 1 Middle School, which had been quiet all summer, seemed to have gained a new sparkle.
The education commission and the school were both taken aback and flattered by Lan Nuanyi's gentle smile and soft words. It was rare for the "cold beauty" to make such a request, so naturally, she received the green light everywhere she went, even being allowed to choose the top class she wanted to transfer to. Only then did Lan Nuanyi finally breathe a sigh of relief, wondering what reward her son would give her when she returned home with the news.

The city's No. 1 High School was no stranger to Ouyang Zhiyuan; he had spent his first year of junior high there. Although he later moved to a neighboring city with his father, he would still occasionally return to visit his mother and be pampered. Returning to this familiar place this time brought a mix of emotions. The transition from junior high to high school was a hurdle; finally, he no longer had to yearn for the "mature faces of upperclassmen" as described in Luo Dayou's song. He puffed out his chest, flashing what he thought was an unfathomable smile as he watched his new friends eagerly striving towards their respective goals. His sense of superiority stemmed from the fact that his relationship with his "lover" no longer needed to remain hidden and ambiguous; given the opportunity, he might even be able to pull off some "summon and dismiss" tricks.

Two soft taps came from behind him, and Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly regained his composure. He recognized the sound of a pointer tapping on the blackboard—the new homeroom teacher had arrived.

Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly turned around and straightened his posture. Before he could even exchange glances with the person who would be spending three years of their youth with them, the person had already turned away and silently wiped away the messy scribbles on the blackboard. The classroom was silent, except for the scratching sound of the eraser on the blackboard.

The figure was that of a woman. Only a cascade of long hair could be seen falling to her waist and shoulders, made even more radiant by the pale yellow fabric of her dress. Her slender arms, bare beneath her short sleeves, moved gracefully across the blackboard, causing her entire back to sway like a willow in the wind. Everything about her seemed familiar.

"How about some water?" A chubby boy sitting next to him leaned over. This was the first classmate Ouyang Zhiyuan had made that day. This chubby guy, who had come up from the same school's junior high, had enthusiastically introduced him to a group of friends. As a semi-owner, the chubby man naturally couldn't pass up the opportunity to show off his intimate knowledge of the school: "This is one of the top beauties in our school, and one of the four beauties in our city's education system." His tone was half boastful and half proud, as if he were introducing his girlfriend. "The four beauties, you know? Our school has two of them!" He waved two chubby fingers in front of Ouyang Zhiyuan's eyes, casually adjusting his glasses.

"Hmm, the four beauties, huh? I've never heard of them." Ouyang Zhiyuan also became interested.

"Never heard of her? Oh, well, it's not your fault, you didn't go to junior high in our city." The fat man, realizing he could further demonstrate his "erudition," excitedly shifted his position in the aisle: "The four beauties, one is at No. 25 Middle School, surnamed Yang, I heard she's a PE teacher, seeing her do aerobics would be amazing. Hmm, one works at the Education Bureau, whether she's the director's mistress, who knows. Then there's our senior year math teacher, Lan Nuanyi, a cold person you wouldn't dare to have any wild thoughts about. And finally, our new homeroom teacher—Rong Xinling."

"Sister Xin!" Ouyang Zhiyuan almost called out. This name, which had almost faded from his mind, now clearly entered his ears again. In an instant, the slender silhouette and radiant smile of her standing out among the men and women a month ago reappeared before his eyes. "Xin... oh, what does Rong Xinling teach?" Ouyang Zhiyuan suppressed the shock in his heart and leaned closer. "I heard she can even write great articles, that's not something you can earn just by looking pretty." It was clear that Fatty's adoration for the girl was almost unbearable.

Amidst the whispers, Ouyang Zhiyuan suddenly sensed a slight commotion around him, followed by a few suppressed laughs.
Just as he was about to cry out in alarm, a pair of small sandals appeared right under his nose. They were trendy strappy high heels, the inverted triangle two-inch heels creating a beautiful arc on the soles of the feet. Three or five toothpick-thick, golden straps bound the five toes together, revealing pink toenails arranged from largest to smallest. The feet stood there quietly, like ten pink rose petals.

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't want to look up, so amidst the class's laughter, he shrank back into his seat. He wondered what kind of awkwardness it would be to bump into "Sister Xin," who now had a dual identity, in this situation, and whether she would still recognize him, her "little brother" who had only been with him for half a day.

"You two," a voice came from above, still so round and gentle, as if the owner wanted to add a bit of seriousness and coldness, but it didn't seem to have much effect; the innate gentleness still masked it. "You're really not giving me any face, are you? Hmm, what's your name?"

"Li Chengguang."

The chubby guy's self-introduction drew another burst of laughter from the whole class. It seemed this guy was always the type to make a fool of himself.
"Hmm, and what about you?" Rong Xinling seemed quite satisfied with the effect of the laughter; it was good to make the students blush in public. Then came a light tap of her knuckles on the table; since there were two culprits, naturally one of them was indispensable.

“Ouyang Zhiyuan.”

…

No one cheered, which wasn’t surprising to Ouyang Zhiyuan; he was a stranger in the class anyway. What was strange was that even the teacher remained silent… He couldn’t help but lift his eyelids.

She was still so beautiful. That was Ouyang Zhiyuan’s first impression. Only a woman in her thirties like her had the right to let her hair down, the capital to not wear makeup, and the courage to proudly display her figure. In those eyes, Ouyang Zhiyuan seemed to see surprise, read delight, and even sense a hint of a gentle smile.

Rong Xinling clenched her hands, which were already white at the knuckles, as if making a decision: “Li Chengguang, Ouyang…Zhiyuan, both of you will stay after school. I’ll be in the office.” Then she turned and walked to the podium. “Now, take out your textbooks.”

The bright first-year high school office was quiet; it was probably lunchtime, and the teachers were all rushing to eat and take a nap. The two young men peeked around at the door for a bit, then slipped inside as Rong Xinling beckoned them in.

“Li Chengguang, I didn’t call you here to make things difficult for your lunch break. It’s the first day of school, and I didn’t want you to embarrass yourself in front of the whole class, so I didn’t scold you then. Think about it yourself. If you’re not convinced, argue with me. If you are, go back and write a self-criticism and hand it in at another time, okay?”

“Okay, then I’m leaving, teacher.”

“Good. You don’t need to write a deep self-criticism about your political background or criticize yourself harshly. Just sincerely admitting your mistake is enough. Huh? Hurry up and line up for lunch.”

After watching Li Chengguang leave, Rong Xinling glanced at Ouyang Zhiyuan and lowered her eyes: “…Xiao Zhi, sit down… um, are you angry with me?”

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn’t sit down in the chair where he could see Rong Xinling. He just leaned against the corner of the table, fiddling with the hem of his clothes: “You are my teacher. What right do I have to be angry?”

“But you called me ‘Sister Xin’ before.”
“A month ago, I called you ‘Sister Xin’ for half a day, but the last time I called you that day, you didn’t respond.”

“I have my reasons… um,” a month… that was thirty sleepless nights… Rong Xinling sighed inwardly. “Let’s not talk about this. Anyway, you’re still Xiao Zhi in my heart. If you still recognize me as Sister Xin, then come with me to a small restaurant outside for a meal. At this time, the canteen probably doesn’t have much to offer.”

Although it was called a “small restaurant,” the opulent interior made Ouyang Zhiyuan feel uneasy. He shifted his body uneasily, thankfully it was a relatively quiet corner.

“Xiao Zhi, was it Yi… was it your mother who sent you here?” Rong Xinling noticed the boy’s actions and quickly tried to find some topics to talk about.

Mentioning his mother, Ouyang Zhiyuan suddenly became more open, his words filled with longing and affection for her. Rong Xinling rested her chin on her hand, tapping her slender arm on the table, smiling as her younger brother gestured and laughed. She then handed him a handkerchief, saying, "Look at you, sweating even in these air-conditioned rooms. Wipe yourself... Keep this for yourself, I have more." With just a few words, the two seemed to have returned to that happy half-day from a month ago.

"Sister Xin, I still have your handkerchief. Mom washed it and put it in the drawer."

"You keep calling her 'Mom' this and 'Mom' that, it's obvious you and your mother have a good relationship."

"What 'good'? We're just... friends." Ouyang Zhiyuan secretly stuck out his tongue, almost blurting out a "couple" joke.

"Xiao Zhi, you know what? Your mother and I are also... good friends. I call her 'Sister Yi.'" Rong Xinling finished speaking, looking at Ouyang Zhiyuan meaningfully, as if hinting at something.

Ouyang Zhiyuan grinned, but didn't grasp the crux of the matter: "Then relax, we'll be three friends, won't we?"

"But...but..." Rong Xinling was annoyed, frantically choosing her words: "What am I supposed to do when I see your mother? I...I can't...can't call you 'Sister Yi' on one side and 'Brother Ouyang' on the other..." Her voice trailed off, barely audible, as she lowered her head, using her long hair to cover her flushed cheeks, her little fingernails swishing tea across the tablecloth.

Ouyang Zhiyuan seemed to understand something, but couldn't quite grasp it. He straightened up, carefully considering the implied meaning in her words. The midday sun shone through the curtains onto the teacher's shoulders, even filtering through the thin fabric of her dress and illuminating her fair skin—a skin so smooth and lustrous it inspired a desire to touch it.

Rong Xinling, seeing no movement from the other side, couldn't help but look up, then blushed deeply and lowered her head again. Ouyang Zhiyuan's gaze was clearly fixed on her ample bosom… A fleeting image of the dejected little figure by the dressing mirror a month ago flashed through her mind. A smile played on her lips as she nudged the lost fish under the table:

“The food’s served.”

Despite her rudeness, Sister Xin only showed embarrassment, not anger, which made Ouyang Zhiyuan seem to understand things a little better. Frustrated by the fact that it was broad daylight, he couldn't find a better way to verify what seemed so elusive. Ouyang Zhiyuan frowned, putting down the half-eaten green pepper: “Sister Xin, you like spicy food?”

“Yes, why?”

“This green pepper is so spicy, I can't handle it. Can I have it?”
“Sure.”

Ouyang Zhiyuan watched as Rong Xinling took the half-eaten green pepper from him into a small bowl, watching her put it in her mouth without any pretense or reluctance, as if it were perfectly natural for both of them. Ouyang Zhiyuan felt that the unspoken understanding had been broken, at least for him.

In his dormitory after evening self-study, Ouyang Zhiyuan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He heard his classmates gossiping about the class beauty and the school heartthrob, his mind swirling with images of Lan Nuanyi's dignified elegance and Rong Xinling's gentle beauty, his heart filled with lust. He only resented his beloved mother, who insisted he board at school to prevent his studies from being ruined by this. For this naive young man, experiencing the ways of the world for the first time, spending only two or three days a month at home—even if it was a life of luxury—was like a drop in the ocean. He angrily tugged at the corner of the blanket, plotting how to find opportunities to take advantage of his mother the next day, determined to make her beg for mercy to quell his burning desire.

However, reality always proved the saying "things don't always go as planned" to be true. His mother would often only catch a fleeting glimpse of him before disappearing from his sight. He never even had the chance to flirt with her, let alone "kneel down" with her. Ouyang Zhiyuan began to abandon his scheming thoughts about his mother; it seemed that such a pleasure had become an unattainable dream.

The only consolation was that Rong Xinling was still so caring and considerate towards him, still so willing to eat the tofu and vegetables he'd only half-eaten, and still blush as she let his gaze roam freely over her. They ate together almost every day, and the places they ate were gradually moving further and further away from the school. Their relationship seemed to be gradually moving into an underground mode, even their entry and exit from the school gates were tacitly staggered.

Time flies. Time flies.

The National Day holiday was just around the corner, a seven-day break where he could stay home. Ouyang Zhiyuan strolled happily along the lakeside, the school building still brightly lit after evening self-study behind him. The noise gradually faded away, replaced by the chirping of insects and the refreshing evening breeze.

"You're going back first thing tomorrow morning?" Rong Xinling's tone was soft, almost melancholic. She even kicked a small pebble into the lake, something she rarely did.

"Yeah, finally I can spend time with Mom! Just thinking about it makes me so happy!" Ouyang Zhiyuan climbed onto the horizontal bar and circled around it a few times, his excitement overflowing.

"But what about me? Why didn't you... didn't you think about spending time... with me?" Rong Xinling mustered her courage to say this, then lightly jumped up, performing a graceful pull-up, swinging her body below.

Ouyang Zhiyuan paused, squinting at the lovely girl. Under the night sky, Rong Xinling was still wearing that pale yellow long dress, her figure swaying, the hem of her dress fluttering like a butterfly in the wind.

He slowly walked behind Rong Xinling and reached out to support her slender waist.

Rong Xinling let go, allowing herself to fall off the horizontal bar, then pulled Ouyang Zhiyuan's hands forward to wrap around her waist, tilting her head back to rest comfortably on his shoulder. Everything was so harmonious and natural; perhaps neither of them realized that this was actually their first embrace.

Rong Xinling was half a head taller than Ouyang Zhiyuan, and leaning against him like this, her intoxicating fragrance wafted from her chest to Ouyang Zhiyuan's nose, which was close to her neck. Ouyang Zhiyuan excitedly felt the warm flesh against her through the thin fabric, his mind almost completely blank.

"First chapter of He Nong, slender hands, perfectly proportioned, shoulders like those of a sculpted figure, waist like a red silk ribbon, long neck and graceful figure, fair skin revealing its beauty, needing no adornment, no makeup needed." He murmured as he rubbed his lips against Rong Xinling's earlobe.

"Hmm... and what else? You bookworm,

you're such a bookworm..." "Her hair piled high like clouds, her eyebrows delicate and arched. Her lips red and her teeth white and bright. Her eyes bright and captivating, like a servant of Xue Chengquan. Her figure is elegant and graceful, her demeanor serene and composed. Her gentle charm is captivating, her words alluring..."

"Come on, come on, if Cao Zijian heard this, he'd crawl out of here and curse you... Your sister Xinling is a top student in the Chinese department, who are you trying to fool..." Rong Xinling leaned against his not-so-broad shoulders, happily counting the stars in the sky while tickling his palm, feeling that there was no greater happiness in the world than this.

“Isn’t that right… Come here,” Ouyang Zhiyuan pulled Rong Xinling down onto the soft grass, using all five parts of her body—hands, feet, nose, and mouth—to say: “These are delicate hands… These are red lips… Bright eyes… Hmm… Let me see… Tenderness… Graceful demeanor…” Before he could finish speaking, his hands and feet slowed down.

Rong Xinling was listening sweetly to Ouyang Zhiyuan's ramblings when suddenly the storm stopped abruptly: "What... someone's here??"

"No, I just remembered something. Cao Zijian forgot to add some things."

"Oh? Tell me about it... you little bookworm, are you trying to scare me..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, his right hand hesitantly retreating from the woman's waist. The moment it touched the bulging breasts, he dared not move further.

Rong Xinling clearly felt the tip of his thumb pressing against her nipple. Her breasts were full and firm, so she never liked wearing bras with padded cups to accentuate their size. Thus, beneath her lace bra, she could feel the thumb's hesitant, almost imperceptible, movement. Rong Xinling smiled slightly, shifting her body slightly downwards, squeezing her breasts into her palms. She covered Ouyang Zhiyuan's cheeks with both hands and whispered, "Hmm... what is it..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan, trying to recall what "what is it" meant, only managed to mumble a sentence before Rong Xinling's soft lips silenced it.

What kind of feeling was it? Ouyang Zhiyuan felt quite pleased with himself. These breasts, which usually trembled dramatically on the podium and were described by his classmates as "towering into the clouds," could now be made round or flat as he pleased under his hands... However, with two layers of fabric in between, the sensation wasn't as pleasurable as direct manipulation. In his impatience, his right hand frantically scratched Rong Xinling's waist and back, but to no avail.

"What a spoilsport! Which lousy designer came up with these clothes? Doesn't he know how to play games with women?"

Rong Xinling chuckled. "Then tell me, how do you play games with women? They're all here, and you're still..."

"And you, knowing they're going to be displayed here, why are you dressed so conservatively?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I wonder who's been flattering me all day saying I look good in a dress... Besides... you didn't tell me you'd dare... you... pin me down here today..." Rong Xinling playfully pinched her beloved's nose while guiding his hand to his waist. "Look... ah... it's here..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan's fingers were pulled by Rong Xinling to the end of a delicate zipper.

The zipper slid open smoothly.

His fingers touched a piece of fabric with a very delicate and smooth feel, the edges wrapped with a wide, thin ribbon—this was a woman's most intimate possession.

Ouyang Zhiyuan caressed Rong Xinling's waist and navel, finding so many places to linger and admire. Her round navel was almost too small for his little finger, and her skin was as smooth as alabaster, without a trace of excess fat. Even her small fur trousers, which weren't part of her body, clung to her waist and hips so perfectly, outlining her sensuality. He changed his initial intention to explore upwards; after all, the paradise that men would kill for was just a finger's breadth away from him.

Rong Xinling realized she had underestimated this lover she had thought was only a novice in the ways of the world, and she felt both pleased and annoyed. She was pleased that she didn't have to be so secretive and go to such lengths to teach this younger brother, but annoyed that her lover, at such a young age, already had the air of a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters. At this thought, she angrily slapped the bottom of the little rascal in front of her, who was looking so smug, startling Ouyang Zhiyuan:

"What's wrong? What's wrong??"

"Nothing, there's a mosquito biting you..." Rong Xinling couldn't help but laugh at her lover's panicked and alert expression, her pent-up grievances long gone: "Look at you, are you on lookout duty?"

"Oh... um?! You're so dark, how did you know there was a mosquito on my butt?"

"...Hey... hey, here it is, I feel a little bump here, a mosquito bite, isn't it? Rub it, rub it." Rong Xinling gently brushed away Ouyang Zhiyuan's hand that was trying to find the "bump," and rubbed it haphazardly without a second thought, her stomach already churning with laughter.

"Keep an eye on things, I'm going to look for something." Ouyang Zhiyuan, bewildered, returned his thoughts to his unfinished business.

"Looking for something? What are you looking for... Oh, Ouyang Zhiyuan, you scoundrel... This is not... This is not... This isn't it..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan's palm was comfortably pressed between her legs, and the few hairs on her crotch were almost twisted into a small rope by him. His fingers were randomly flicking at her clitoris, making Rong Xinling unable to open or close her legs, and her feet were only lightly kicking on the grass.

"What are you saying? You're a scoundrel?"

"You little hooligan, you're the scoundrel... Hmph..."
"Huh? Then I won't be a hooligan anymore, I'll change my image and start anew."

"Hmm... You're only saying this now? You... you're already... already... not a hooligan..."

"You mean I should continue being a hooligan?"

"…………"

"Oh, it seems that a gentleman is still more likable."

"No... no..."

"What are you saying? Why is there another mosquito buzzing around here..."

"You're the mosquito, what's wrong with continuing to be a hooligan... You just have to say it outright... hooligan! hooligan!" Rong Xinling squinted her phoenix eyes, which were almost brimming with tears, and pounded Ouyang Zhiyuan's back with her little fists, while her lower body quietly wriggled, cooperating with the little hooligan to pull down her fur trousers.

Just as Ouyang Zhiyuan was about to show off his prowess, he heard Rong Xinling's soft exclamation, which made him both amused and exasperated: "Miss Rong, what brings you here?"
"No...not here..."

"Why not here? Nobody bought tickets to come in, we've booked the whole place."

"No...no, in a bit I'm going to...um, I'm going to make...make a sound and someone will hear..."

"Easy." Ouyang Zhiyuan waved the fur trousers in his hand, as if to shove them into his hand.

"Um...no..." Rong Xinling chuckled and turned her head away, saying affectionately, "I like...I like...making...sounds."

"Then..." Ouyang Zhiyuan watched dejectedly as this cooked duck miraculously got up, slowly preened its feathers, and was about to spread its wings and fly away.

Rong Xinling smiled and pulled the "rogue" who was kneeling beside her up, whispering, "Come on, let's sit in the teacher's dormitory."

"Oh...you should have said so earlier, why did you keep me in suspense..."

"Hey...wait."
"Miss Rong, it's expensive..."

"Shh----see? A shooting star, make a wish." Rong Xinling grabbed her lover's hand and wrapped it around her waist from behind. In the clear early autumn night, shooting stars with long tails streaked silently across the sky from time to time.

"Hey, what kind of trash wish can you make in just a fraction of a second? A woman is a woman."

"Who says you can't? I've made one before, and it works, as long as you're sincere." Rong Xinling's slender hands followed Ouyang Zhiyuan's palms as they roamed over her body, her face showing a serious expression mixed with blissful confusion.

"So what did you wish for this time? Tell me."

"I...I'll tell you..." Rong Xinling's waist swayed slightly, and without her underwear, her buttocks could clearly feel Ouyang Zhiyuan's magnificent groin through her skirt. "I said... I wish you'd be my rogue for the rest of my life... I only ask to be... bullied by you... in this lifetime..."

"Sister Xin... I..."

"Don't say that...you just know how to ruin the mood." Rong Xinling vaguely felt something was amiss, suddenly afraid he would say something that would spoil the mood. She preferred to believe what was before her eyes; since life was still so long, she might as well live for the moment. "Where are my panties? Give them to me."

"What do you need them for? Nobody knows you're not wearing underwear except me—hehe, it's not like it's broad daylight, but it's not bad to have a teacher walking in front of you without underwear..." Ouyang Zhiyuan immediately adopted a professional rogue's look, quickly crumpling the panties in his hand into a small ball and stuffing them into his pocket.

"Hmph...hmph..." Rong Xinling couldn't find the right words; since her lover liked to fantasize like this, she'd let him enjoy it. "Stay away from me!...you little bastard, where are your hands...you little hooligan...don't touch me...uh no..."

The lights in the teaching building had all been turned off, and the teachers' dormitory building gradually became clear.

What kind of night would that be...?

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