"Don't Love" - Chapter 110

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From then on, he touched me once a week. The more he touched me, the bolder he became. He even wanted me to take off all my clothes to touch me. I said, "Dream on. If I take off all my clothes, they won't all be yours." After he had enough of touching me while I was lying down, he stood up and grabbed my buttocks to touch me, spitting all over them. The next day, my buttocks and pants were covered in a layer of white paste. That week, he said he had already submitted the application for the quota and kept pestering me to look at my lower body under the light. I couldn't resist his pestering, so I took off my shawl and let him see. But the old bastard opened his mouth and bit down, sticking his tongue in and stirring it inside. I almost gave in to him.
In the third month, the teacher quota was indeed approved. That morning, he told me he was going to the city to pick up the forms because he needed to treat his superiors to a meal afterward, and he wouldn't be back until very late. He asked me to wait for him in the dormitory. I was extremely grateful to see how tired he was, his eyes red from staying up so late for me. It was early summer, already quite hot. I bought some fresh cucumbers, reluctant to eat them myself, thinking I would save them for Principal Liu when he returned, as a way of showing my gratitude.
At 10 PM, he returned, his face sweaty and covered in dust. It seemed he had come to my dorm before even going home. She quickly fetched water for him to wash his face and sit down, then gave him a cucumber. He took a bite, grabbed his briefcase, and pulled out a form, showing it to me. He said, "Feng Ying, look, what's this?" He held it out to me. I took it and looked—good heavens, it was an application form for a rural teacher's quota.
He said smugly, "How about that? In less than three months, I'll have the quota for you. Now, I sign, you sign, the school stamps it, and you'll have the national teacher qualification. After training, what's that? Hmm, a national teacher, a secure job with guaranteed employment, isn't that great?" He grunted and put the form back into his briefcase. I said, "Why are you putting it away again? Let me sign it already, don't rush me." I reached for the briefcase. He seized the opportunity to grab my hand and said, "Don't rush, do it our way. It's ten o'clock now, give me your honey first." I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook and insisted on getting my hands on it. I said, "No, I'll only give it to you after it's signed and stamped. Otherwise, I won't."
Actually, the stamp was in his bag. When he saw that I insisted, he opened the bag, stamped it first, and then he signed it and I signed it. That's how I got the teaching position.
After I signed the papers, he scooped me up and put me on the bed, then started tearing off my clothes. I said, "Principal Liu, you're fifty years old, and I'm only seventeen. Don't you realize that doing this to a seventeen-year-old girl is like doing this to your own daughter? Can you please let me go? I'll kowtow to you a hundred times..."
No matter what I said, he didn't answer. He impatiently stripped me naked, then climbed on top of me, spread my legs apart, spread my...something, and suddenly his hand moved and he went in.
I closed my eyes, and I thought of my brother Liu Yue. Tears streamed down my face. I felt his hand on my chest, kneading it roughly. His stubble-covered lips pressed against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I felt nauseous. I felt him holding me tightly, his hot, hard erection thrusting inside me, burning hot. I felt him gripping my delicate buttocks tightly, pulling me against his hips. I felt his trembling chest muscles, and heard the old man's rapid, panting breaths…
I experienced this feeling five times in three days. This man, nearly fifty, was still so arrogant, leaving me exhausted and weak after five times in three days. My legs trembled as I stood on the podium, but I had no choice. I had promised him; I couldn't refuse him. I think this is what he meant when he said everything in life is an exchange, an exchange, an exchange. I traded my seventeen-year-old youth for a teaching position. For a month, my seventeen-year-old body completely belonged to Principal Liu. In those thirty days, he had sex with me at least sixty times, until my tailbone was blistered. And he, too, was exhausted, as if he had sciatica, walking unsteadily. The last time, I asked him, "How long will you keep doing this to repay that piece of paper you gave me? Aren't you afraid you'll die because of it?" The old geezer grinned and said, "To die under a skirt is to die a romantic death." Every time he left, I cried. I didn't know how to get rid of him.
At the end of this month, I didn't get my period, and I discovered I was really pregnant—not with the child I wanted, but with my brother Liu Yue's. I was pregnant with that old geezer Principal Liu's. I knew I had to deal with it quickly, so I took three days off to have an abortion. Unexpectedly, on Monday, while I was in class, I received a notice that my teacher's quota had been cancelled. It turned out Principal Liu had used a quota from another school, and the school that used it had found out and revoked it. Moreover, the notice said my teaching certificate was also forged. However, that evening, I went to ask the old geezer, who didn't seem to care at all. He just chuckled and said, "If this batch doesn't work out, we can wait for the next one, two years later..."
Two years later… two years later… two years later I’ll be killed by you. I cursed, and he actually tried to grab me again. I raised my hand and slapped him twice hard. He covered his face and said fiercely: Okay, that’s over. You can leave tomorrow. The school doesn’t want you anymore…
"So, what happened after that? Why did you take over teaching again? Did he ask you to come back to this school?" Liu Yue asked.
"No," Feng Ying said.
After leaving school, I went to my brother's construction site. My brother was very unhappy that I left school and scolded me, saying: "I was just looking for a place to eat. Now that you've had your first time, you're going to deal with him for another two years. You'll be twenty years old in two years. If you get a job, you'll have someone to rely on for the rest of your life. It'll be worth it. As a girl, your body will eventually belong to someone else."
Amid my brother's complaints, I worked as a cook at his construction site for half a month. One day, he suddenly told me that a contractor had taken a liking to me and asked if I was willing to marry one of those contractors—illiterate but rich. I asked how old he was, and he said forty-nine. I stood up angrily and said, "If you're going to marry a forty-nine-year-old illiterate contractor, why don't you quit school and marry Principal Liu Ling? He's only forty-eight and educated! If you don't like me, I'll go home and farm. People will just say I wandered around the city, couldn't find a man, and came back." My brother didn't say anything more. I worked at his construction site for another week and planned to go home. That afternoon, as I was packing my bags, my brother suddenly returned with a beaming smile. As soon as he entered, he said, "Ying, you're lucky! I've found you another teaching job." I said, "Brother, are you kidding me?" But it's the same family again. I absolutely refuse to go to that family. I'll go back to farming; I won't be bullied there.
My brother said: "It's not that one. That one is in the east, this one is in the west, they're across a city, and they're not even in the same system. This is a railway primary school, a very reputable one, and they happen to be short a substitute teacher. The principal's surname is Ba, and he's a Hui Muslim. It's already arranged, you can go to the school tomorrow. But remember, don't mention that you've worked at any other school before..."
As fate would have it, Feng Ying's brother, Feng Da, was building a fence for a railway primary school that day when he overheard the school looking for a substitute teacher. Feng Da immediately thought of his sister, Feng Ying. She had quit that school and was currently unemployed. Going back would be a huge embarrassment, as the neighbors knew he had found her a job after years of working in the city. Although she had left that school, she had taught second grade for three or four months and gained experience. He hoped to talk to the principal and get her a job at this school. Feng Da was shrewd enough; he acted immediately upon hearing the news. He finished work at 6 PM, changed clothes at 7 PM, and by 8 PM, he and the principal were at a restaurant. The food and drinks were already reserved, and the two ate, drank, and chatted.
"Principal Wang, there's something I'd like to ask you. I wonder if you can help?" After a few drinks, Feng Da spoke up.
What's up? Aren't you busy with the wall construction? If there's work to be done, it's naturally your job. Principal Wang thought Feng was trying to take on more work.
It's not about doing any work. If there were any work to do, the principal would have given it to me. It's just that... I have a younger sister who graduated from high school and is currently unemployed at home... Feng briefly explained his idea to Principal Wang.
Principal Wang readily agreed: "Have her come immediately. The school is short a substitute teacher, and second grade is easy to teach." He then arranged for her to meet a man in the city; marriage would mean becoming a city dweller, which was better than living in the countryside.
Principal Wang's words perfectly captured Feng Da's thoughts. Feng Da was overjoyed; things had gone so smoothly, and his wish had come true. His sister was fortunate to have gone from one school to another. With years of social experience, Feng Da knew that at this moment, it was better to be polite than talkative. After the meal, he even bought Principal Wang a pack of cigarettes. At Principal Wang's suggestion, he would bring his sister over the next day. Principal Wang was immediately impressed by Feng Ying's appearance. He told Feng Ying to prepare for two days, and on the third day, he arranged for her to stand on the podium. He also specifically instructed her: "This is a temporary position. If you do well, you can become a permanent employee."
When Feng Ying arrived at the railway primary school, she was assigned to teach the second grade. She stood on the podium for half a month. Because of her previous experience, she received good reviews from the teachers and students at the school. Twenty days later, her brother brought her some great news: someone had proposed to her. The man was a citizen of Guobiao and was about the same age as Feng Ying.
Good news came one evening when Feng Da's fellow villager, Wang Geng, invited him to dinner. "You can order the food tonight. If you order well, I'll give you some great news," Wang Geng said, noticing Feng Da's mysterious smile.
You little rascal, you invited me to dinner and now you're treating? Fine, if it's a happy occasion, then good food and wine. People always want good things to happen when they travel. Come on. Feng Da knew Wang Geng never made wild guesses—there must be some good news. Even if he was joking, it's just a meal.
With drinks flowing freely and faces flushed, Wang lit a cigarette and began to speak. "Brother Feng, a good friend of mine asked me to propose marriage to your sister, Ying, the substitute teacher. He's met your sister before, and he knows you better than you two do. You two know each other better than I do."
Who? Feng Da—hearing this with excitement.
"Liu Hua, I almost swore brotherhood with you," Wang said with a laugh.
"It's him—the foreman at the company. Why didn't you just mention it to me? Is it his son? Or someone else?" Feng Dalai asked.
You're clearly confused. He's someone else's son, and he still needs me to make you suffer a little more.
"Yes, he's his son. I've met him, but... well, I'm afraid he's not very good. He's a typical city dweller, while my sister is a country bumpkin. I'm afraid he won't amount to much." Feng Da shook his head.
There's a reason for this… Wang Geng said—

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